genessia | Event Log (Finding the Cure)

Welcome to Happy Heights!

Attleton's premier amusement park!

Or at least it used to be.

Attleton's mayor has mentioned the unfortunate only access point to the items needed to make the tonic that will cure the tragic sense-depriving infection that's going around. They'd thought the disease was gone, so they hadn't bothered to maintain the area, but the wells are Happy Heights are the only place that's still going down to the aquifer. They could drill down but-- well, they don't have time for that before the disease really sets into permanence! The number of freak incidences and the decrepit state of the theme park will make it difficult to maneuver, but they've notified the electric company to turn the power on so that people can navigate their way through the park in order to gather the ingredients to make the cure.

Unfortunately, since it's been so long since the park's been opened, rain water and nature have all but wiped the park's map into illegibility. You're on your own for exploration and it's time to find at least four wells from different parts of the park. There are many, but none are a walk in the park to get to! They used to be part of a collection game kids could play when they came into the park.

The mayor warns everyone that the cure is incredibly sensitive to sunlight and oxygenation from the atmosphere- by the time a person can get four, the first extracted water will have their bioluminescence diminished. (And going to that park in the dark... it's too dangerous, he wouldn't recommend it!) It probably won't make it out of the park, so drink it right away! Good luck!

OOC NOTES: There will be different areas listed for different flowers that have soaked into the wishing wells' aquifer. Each area will have a couple of different scenarios you can play out- you're responsible for playing them out and you're welcome to have a blast with whatever you want to do! If you don't want to play it out but you did play sensory deprivation, feel free to handwave your character getting a cure, but remember: If you manage to have at least four different threads with 10 comments from your character, your character will receive an Attleton Charm ICly and for 'exceptionally valiant efforts' in eliminating the disease. (3 month prize claim limit puts this prize available until Dec. 21st.) To claim a charm, click here. Good luck!

Don't forget: If your character tampers with any of the things that are set up to get access to wells except when stated, the ride may explode or collapse, cutting off the well. Pretty unstable park, you know.

If your character wants to explore more of the park than where the wells are, they're more than welcome to. Feel free to make your own thread if you just want to have your character playing on any rides or doing things that they want- get creative, have fun, but the only areas with wells are those listed.

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Cole scrambled down at once with a soft cry of alarm. Flowers went flying as he leapt on the edge of the cart and peered down into the hole for her. Of course she could hear if he called! He reached down, to make sure she was okay! And maybe to help her up.

Alley had landed on her back. Well, on her heavy shield. Beneath that was the rotting bits of what had once been a bench seat. She blinked up at the hole she'd made, dazed for a moment, and then climbed to her feet.

"I'm fine," she didn't have to hear him to know the question! Alley clicked on the flashlight still taped to her false arm, and shined it around inside the cart. "There's a door at the end," albeit sideways, "I'll see if it opens."

Cole nodded before lowering as much of himself as he could into the train without falling in himself. He was sure he could get back up, but it was good not to test his luck. He might be needed to pick a lock from the outside as it was. The rotten wood creaked but didn't break further. Not so much metal on him!

And then his hat fell and he let out a soft, drawn out, "Noooo..." of dismay.

He dropped down to retrieve it.

Alley wheeled around to shine her flashlight at him at the movement, but relaxed as soon as she saw it was just Cole. And his hat. She chuckled a little at that, the sound gone as fast as it had come. The spirit had his priorities.

"Right, then," she began picking her way toward the door. It was a little complicated, with the cart on its side like this, and involved climbing over the sides of a lot of crumbling seating. Once she reached the door she leaned back and kicked, sending the old wooden entrance flying open with about as much noise as she'd made falling through the cart to begin with. Light shone in; there was a gap between the carts where the coupling mechanism had been. This one had been wrenched free; the next cart was upright. On wheels, she noticed upon climbing out. Huh.

"I think this was some kind of... caravan?" she hazarded, looking under the next cart and seeing the tracks through gaps in the flowers where they hadn't spread as vigorously in the dark. "It moved, anyway."

Cole scrambled out after her, pausing to smile down at the flowers. The Iron Bull would like this. He wished he could gather some for him. The flowers would wilt by then. Sad.

He ducked to examine the underside of the cart, trying to make heads or tails of the web of metal underneath it. Having the Iron Bull here would be useful for more than sharing flowers. This looked very qunari in origin. There were plenty of carts from other countries in Thedas with metal wheels but nothing this complex. And the wheels were odd? That lip on them must be how they rode on the rails. How else would they move?

He made his way to Alley's side and bent down to brush away more of the flowers and weeds from the tracks, trying to get a better clue what they looked like.

Alleyana crouched down next to him. "You said you think the first part did something else. Maybe it pulled these carts along those rails? Like a... machine horse."

Machines. She was tempted to text Genos and ask if he had a clue what this was, but typing meant taking her gauntlet and glove off, and to hell with that.

- Yes! I think so! It felt busy? It had been busy. - Cole looked back and forth along the fallen train. Hrm. He tapped the pencil on the notepad and wrote again.

- What we need is connected to the carts? -

"You think so?" Alley looked up at the upright cart, then stood up, "we may as well search them, I suppose. And the front... machine horse, thing, if there's an inside to it. I didn't see anything interesting in the tipped cart."

- It is not dangerous, not yet. Should we search together? Or not? For speed? - They might still have plenty of time, but Cole wanted her fixed as soon as possible. If she was at risk of it becoming permanent... She would not be happy, he would hate that.

"Let's split up," the Inquisitor decided, "stealth and come find me if you run into trouble."

It wasn't that Cole couldn't handle himself, of course, but Alley was protective of her people.

Cole nodded and immediately darted off. He crept and crawled through the damaged and crumbling carts, seeking any hint to the location of the well. There were many fun designs, leftover art, bits of things that passenger's had left behind. He stopped here and there to soak up what he felt from these memories. It was a warm place for him. At most, there was some crankiness, but not much sorrow.

Sadly the well wasn't revealed by his nosing about. He scrapped more off the tracks but there was nothing special to them either. Without dirt on them, they were still cool and smooth after all these years of abandonment. The wood between them rotted, but that couldn't be help. He peered down the line of the tracks, leading far past where the train rested, before running back to find Alley.

Alley had done her own investigations, picking carts she thought Cole had left to her, and even making her way into the conductor's compartment in the engine. Nothing.

She was dropping down out of the engine when Cole ran back up.

"I think this thing is a dead end," she half-shouted, voice growing even more hoarse. "Maybe where it went is more important than what it is."

- Well it is supposed to go somewhere. The rails go on for a while, back that way. - Cole showed her the paper and pointed to where he'd just run from. He didn't know what was going to be down that way but he didn't feel anything yet. Not even something denying his abilities. It should be fine.

Alleyana looked the way he'd pointed and nodded her agreement. Thus, they set off down the flower-covered tracks to find out where the thing had been meant to go.

Event Log (Finding the Cure)

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