Event Log (Finding the Cure)

[plungeintofire]

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!

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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.

Comments

[om_nom_namur]

[Badou might hear the sound of someone else nearby- or maybe not, if he's in the middle of a scuffle with birds flapping all around. Namur doesn't hear anything, but he has other senses to make up for it, even if his sight is pretty shitty to begin with. He hurries in, scattering the birds, his voice when he speaks thick and slurry and unmodulated due to not being able to hear himself.]

Oi y' shitty vultures get yer asses outta here!

[He takes a snap at one or two of the birds to show he means business, let them know they peck him at their own risk. Once they get the message and fly off to recoup their courage, Namur turns and offers a smile, unaware that the other is currently blind.]

Way t' get owned by a buncha feathershits, sheheheheh!

[nicotinefits]

[Badou doesn't see his hero of the hour but he hears him well enough, as well as the scattering of the birds who apparently don't find the new arrival as entertaining a prospect to torment.

Doesn't it just figure.

His lips curl into disapproval at the comment, as he snaps in the vague direction of the voice - unaware he won't be heard anyway.]

You try fighting off what you can't see, see how well you do.

[And now...okay. Cigarette found, and in his mouth the right way. Now he just has to find himself a light, which means fumbling with a book of matches. At least no-one can doubt his dedication to smoking.]

[om_nom_namur]

[Yeah, Namur didn't catch a word of it, though he knows the guy said something and he can taste the guy's upset.]

Dude I'm jus' shittin' with y'. Anyway I can't hear nothin' so y' gotta text me, aye?

[He holds up his communicator with his number showing on the display screen.]

[nicotinefits]

Oh sure. Tell the blind man to text, that's a great idea.

[Well they're off to a wonderful start. One can't see and one can't hear, and Badou is not of a mood to be too patient.

Still, since he knows he's not being heard, he'll point to his eyes with a shake of his head. Texting isn't going to work because he'll have no idea what he's putting.]

[om_nom_namur]

Aw shit.

A'ight, so a blind dude an' a deaf dude's gonna get this shit done.

Sounds like the start t' a shitty joke or somethin', sheheheheh! I guess, uh. I'll jaw atcha an' y' can... uh.

Shit.

Okay, lemme think. If y' hang ont' my arm then y'll know where I am an' I can keep y' from fallin' in holes an' shit. An' y' can hit me once for yes an' twice for no. Think that'll work?

[Namur reaches out then and grabs the guy's arm to help him up. It might be of note that his hand feels wrong, for a human. It's too rubbery, and there are extra bits of skin between the fingers.]

[nicotinefits]

[It does feel strange, and Badou can't help the initial flinch just because it's not what he expected. But he's not in a position to question when he's flat out of other assistance and he's used to weird shit being a thing where he's from so that done, he soon settles.

He nods his agreement to the arrangement, pointing vaguely upwards in query about the birds. He'd rather not be divebombed again.]

[om_nom_namur]

Sheheheh them li'l feathershits better keep their distance if they don't wanna be lunch. Got a hell of a lot more teeth'n they do. Name's Namur, by the way. What's yers?