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genessia2016-09-21 01:26 pm
plungeintofire) wrote in genessia2016-09-21 01:26 pm
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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As he went down the hall, he tilted his head a bit. The board was still there, next to it. The majority of it was pushed to the side, so he could only see a bit of the board, but he could clearly make out that there was yellow text on it. Thing was, he was on the other side of the board, so the text should have been facing Ted, not him.
Of course, he couldn't make out the text well enough from where he was to see that it was any different.
"T-Ted...? Who... Who turned the board around?"
Naturally, the original text was still clear as day for Ted to see.
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"Hmm?" Ted's easily distracted. That and he had faith that the robots would have machine-like rigidity, and either way patiently for them in their new location, or else return. He went down to rejoin Bracken and get a look for himself.
"No one, I believe. Aren't we the only souls here? What makes you say that?"
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"Th-The text is on this side, now. It... It should be on the o-other side."
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"So that must mean..." he rushed over to Bracken's side to make sure. "Oh! Print on both sides! I should've known. That ending did feel a little premature. Ahem." He'd do the honors again.
And so, my wicked children, the witch informed with glee
if you ever want to be boys again, here's what you must be:
Loving guests and good hosts with great hospitality
And then one day someone may come who will try to set you free
Be sure to keep a piece of cloth that you all once wore
Return them to my cauldron, and you'll be beasts no more.
"...that's it! Bracken, you're a genius! Hurry, let's break the spell! We've got to find those brutes and strip them of all they've got!"
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That was soon overtaken by the fact that they had to hunt down those monsters. He'd rather they stayed hidden somewhere and they never had to see them again.
"M-Maybe they have some other... other clothes lying a-around?" he suggested hopefully. That would be a lot easier than stripping them.
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Ted likes the direct approach. "I doubt it; by the sound of the tale, their clothes were very precious. Precious enough to keep on their person." Then again, was this really what the park intended for children to do? Pluck the bowties off of donkeys?
Eh, they got this far without questioning patent absurdities. Why start now? "Come on, let's head after them!" Where exactly they went to was the mystery, as the podium was still bare. Gengar lent his in-corporeality again, seeing if there was some underground basement. He floated back up with a head shake in the negative.
"Then there must be a backroom behind the stage." Now it was his turn to do the yanking, but his touch isn't what it used to be so Bracken's free to decline. Ted would hardly notice, assuming Bracken had an equal thirst for adventure and victory.
It wasn't much. There was a table with a few parts for repairs, some sparse shelves with not nearly enough supplies, and all the robots, apparently retired for the day, slumped over in idle positions.
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"Th-There was a second story but... but I don't know how to get there," he offered. At least, that's what it looked like from the outside.
Though he had finally given up and separated from Ted outside, he didn't go quite that far here. He followed, reluctantly, and definitely a pace behind Ted. Maybe there was some selfishness there, but he also saw Ted as a melee fighter, someone who stood in the front in battle, it made sense for him to go first.
He glanced around the backroom. Though he was no engineer, and came from a world where a lot of this stuff would be highly uncommon, he did find gears and bolts and such to be easily recognized items. It seemed like there were parts scattered about on one side, with the robots on the other. He chose to stand by the parts, as far away from the robots as possible in the tiny space. Not that it would have helped at all if they were attacked, but he at least felt a bit better there.
Ted could do what a Ted ought to do. He really, really hoped that he wouldn't see Ted get his head bitten off.
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"All right, if we want them as they were, we'll have to, paradoxically, take every last keepsake they had of their halcyon days." And he would. The donkey's bowtie? His. The boar's fez? Say helo to baldness. The goose's bib? Too old for it anyway. That left the foxy's eyepatch. He grinned towards Bracken; didn't want to leave him out of the proceedings.
"Care to do the honors?"
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Even Ted noticed how wary he was of these things. Maybe he had a phobia of why it needed an eyepatch in the first place? He had to take a look at its socket.
"Oh! Well would you look at that. Poor beast was half-blinding himself and hardly needed to." Its other eye was perfectly in tact. He addressed the robots. "Don't worry! Soon you'll be back to your old selves in due time! Come on, Bracken, let's return to the 'Employees Only' section; these reagents ought to break the spell." Another yank, another break in to a run to return.
He cast his clothes into the cauldron, which was secretly calibrated to activate once a certain weight was reached. Thank goodness it still worked; once it got the correct ounces, a clicking, cranking noise marked the opening of a secret compartment. "Hallelujah! The prize must surely be through here. Let's claim it!"
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Stumbling after him, he found himself in front of the cauldron and watching Ted throw things into it before he knew it. It took him an extra second, but he drop the eyepatch in, too.
The floor creaked as he stepped towards the back of the room, where apparently it had opened a door to the mysterious missing stairs. He glanced back at Ted, still being creeped out by this place even if they solved the puzzle, and took some wary steps forward. The time he took to take each step, slowly pushing his weight down, seemed to prolong the creaking noise of the floor.
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It was a small wooden room, with the well as its one and only centerpiece. "Not much for decoration? Ah, but the prize is grand enough." He rummaged in his bag, fumbled around with a bottle and a ladle, but eventually scooped out the cure. "Oh, we're nearly through. Three down, one to go. Thank you, Bracken, you've been a tremendous help."
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"T-Ted, do you... do you need help, too?"
He sort of already had the idea he did, but he liked to make sure of these things. He held up his thermos, "Th-There should be enough l-left for Katze... M-Maybe some of what y-you need is in here?"
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If he thought of it, he'd be a little sad Bracken couldn't tell the difference between nervous Ted and numb Ted. ;(
He's saddened a little anyway by the mention of Katze; so they're still together. Took the wind right out of his sails. "You've helped plenty, Bracken. I've been blessed to have someone help me every step of the way so far; the journey's nearly at its end, though I'm sorry you haven't enjoyed it much. I'm grateful nonetheless. Just a little farther yet, that's all."
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He didn't know how anyone could enjoy it. If it was meant to be scary that would be one thing. But it wasn't supposed to be. It was scary because it was falling apart under their feet, and something could maim them at any moment.
It sounded like Ted was close, at least.
He stepped in to give Ted a hug. After all, the last few times he'd seen him, conversations hadn't necessarily been that great. Despite his size he slumped down a bit, not using his full height.
"I-If you need any help I'll... I'll try," he offered, though considering it wasn't much. His spells were likely to destroy everything around and he didn't have a lot skills outside of them.
He cut it short, though, when he remembered where they were. "C-Can we get out of here?"
Like he needed permission.
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"God did not give us a spirit of fear, but of power, love, and self-discipline." A verse addressed to the church, true, but...
He returned the hug, fully felt in sentiment if not touch. "Of course, Bracken, I love you too. Yes, let's away." Something in him felt it'd be improper to enjoy anything, even people, more than once an occasion. He had whimsical faith that needs, both his and Bracken's and everyone's, would be granted if they asked for them.
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There, with an unsuccessfully furtive glance back, he stopped to talk.
"I th-think..." He scanned the area before pointing, "I need to go th-that way."
He didn't know which direction it was or what would be there, but he had come from the other direction and needed to find more wells.