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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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I'm well seasoned in stairs, bro. I am the stair master. I will walk the fuck up these stairs. We didn't use the elevator in my apartment growing up. Gotta use the stairs. Tiny Dave in his diaper learning how to use stairs before he learned to walk. Work those fucking stairs, baby Dave.

[ he's going up a step. two. three. four. ]

Stop shit talking the progression of time. I'm trying to concentrate on upward movement. We're going upways now, Jeff. Come on.

You're also the one always warning me about the stairs.

[ Is using stairs before walking even possible...? Maybe with Dave it was. But okay. They're moving. At least that way if they fell Dave would land on him again. And he wouldn't feel it. So... ]

I'm not. I rather like the fact that time moves here. [ In a way. A way that wasn't relative to any other realm or world whatsoever. ] It would have been too much to hope for an elevator, huh?

Get up the stairs, Hella Jeff.

[ he's going up them on a reasonable pace. the fact that they're a set made of some rusted nails and old wood sort of requires you to take it slow. or run up like you're a mad man. he's a little glad jefferson thought to put a bell on himself so dave can hear how close he is, talking aside. ]

You would, huh? I don't know. Sometimes I want it to stop so I don't have to find out what happens when we all age. [ the next step creaks a little too much for comfort. he goes up it a little faster so he's not on it long. ]

An elevator would make this shit too easy. I mean, I guess I could shortcut float up but I honestly don't think I could lift you for too long and I don't want to risk dropping you.

H-- seriously?

[ This whole blindness thing really made him realize how much he communicated with Dave through expressions. He still made them even when he couldn't see. It was too habitual.

It was for the best that they were being cautious about the stairs, really. ]

The novelty would wear off. Trust me. [ His tone was flat enough to make it plain that he really didn't want to talk about it. Not aging doesn't seem bad until the inevitable price eventually shows itself. ] Float? What?

Seriously.

[ there is a clear hint of amusement in his voice about it before he goes back to a more thoughtful quieter tone.

he keeps going up. ]

I know you know. It would suck either way. At least for me. Maybe. I don't know and I don't know if I want to know, you know? Everyone eventually turns into old ass grandpas and I'm- [ he pauses. jeff asked a question ] Yeah, Jeff. I can fly. Did I never mention that? I should probably mention that.

Isn't just Jeff enough?

[ He should have laughed. He wanted to be able to. He just... couldn't. Things kept getting heavier. The attraction's name alone was enough to make him feel uncomfortable. Again, he knew what Dave was trying not to say. ]

I know. [ Jefferson was quiet for a moment or so, contemplating both the deep issues they were skirting around and the out of nowhere fact Dave had just dropped. He sounded a bit melancholy when he replied but by the end there was a slight hint of amusement and a very shallow, quick laugh to accompany it. From relief, maybe. Or just the ridiculous irony. ] You could have mentioned it when I thought you were going to fall, yeah.

We need to add to this name. Hella Jeff Jefferson, son of Jeff.

[ dave keeps going, the steps higher up are increasingly creakier and weather beaten. fortunately, they're pretty close to the top now (not that he knows that). he makes a mental note to steer the conversation to lighter things

he regret replying to the time comment. jefferson went a little quiet after it and if it weren't for the bell on his wrist still moving, he might have checked he was still there. he resorted to just mumbling variations on the name "jefferson." for a second. he let out a breath at the quick laugh ]

My bad. I forgot I could. I rarely did it. I like to keep my feet on the ground. And just doing it on the meteor would've been showing the fuck off to a bunch of people who couldn't like a throbbing cock.

Edited 2016-10-05 05:04 (UTC)

[ It was hard to feel completely terrible when Dave did things like that. It was a bit obvious from the way he stuck to the random subject that he probably felt bad too. Maybe it would be better if, at least for then, it was something he let himself forget. ]

You missed part of my title. You didn't mention that I hail from the land of Erson.

[ Admittedly he didn't sound as lively as he normally did when they were off bantering about something pointless, but there was still an effort being put out. ]

Don't worry about it. You didn't fall, you're safe, and soon enough everything else will work again. [ And after a few steps more they'd made it to their destination. ] I still hate that this is our only option, though.

Land of Eff and Erson.

[ effort counts. he's just going to keep deflecting this to some meaningless banter as long as he can. jefferson manages to get him to just spew out the feelings but sometimes it's not really a good time. like right now where the steps are clearly a little wobbly and giving a bit more than they should at their weight. ]

Yeah. Shit. Can you hear these? They sound like an groaning old man's hip bone. Are we there yet? [ yes. because the next step isn't a stair at all and dave raised his leg a bit too much and falls forward on the platform ]

I like it, but do you think that's too much for people to remember?

[ Meaningless banter was the best thing sometimes. The unsteadiness of the surface below them was increasingly noticeable but he tried to curb himself from being too overbearingly protective. ]

Don't worry about them. We're --

[ ... there. Okay, he hadn't been worrying enough, obviously. He winced at Dave's tumble and leaned down to put a hand on his back. ]

You okay, kid? I should have warned you. Sorry.

Nah. You use acronyms for worlds. L.O.E.A.E. Pronounce it "lo-e-ae."

[ dave starts picking himself up and reaches back, guessing where jefferson is based on the hand on his back and uses the guy's arm to yank himself up. ]

Are you fucking warning me about stairs after the fact? Oh my god. I immediately regret showing you that. [ he's clearly suppressing amusement about it and trying to give him a look that reads as "DONE WITH YOU." ] I fucking hate you. Just get the harness things.

Edited 2016-10-14 23:30 (UTC)

Really? I must be more out of touch with my profession than I thought. They went and introduced new world acronym rules and didn't even tell me.

[ He wanted to help Dave more than that, but just standing there and making sure he didn't fall felt like a big enough task sometimes. Jefferson looked baffled for all of a split second and only managed to get out the beginning of a word of confusion before he hopelessly tried to choke back a laugh. He'd honest to god quoted that comic and not even realized it. ]

I didn't -- [ He laughed louder but tried to muffle it by burying his face in his arm. ] I hate you too. [ His voice even cracked a little bit. Clearly he was going to need a minute or so to calm down. ]

[ dave's dusting himself off or pretending to anyway since he can't actually see any of the spots he might have dirt on himself. his glasses are completely askew and he's poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue and making a little face at the sound of jefferson's laughing. not a bad face. just a face. he can't decide if he's annoyed or thinking this is the funniest thing ever. ]

You okay? You sound like a dying animal.

[ It was about that point he managed to take a breath and stop, but the dying animal assessment had almost kept him going. ]

I shouldn't have laughed. I'm sorry. It wasn't at you. It's just when I realized what I said -- [ He exhaled like it was the dumbest thing in the world. It kind of was. ] Here, hold on. [ There was a small bit of dust left on Dave's shirt so he reached over and brushed it off as carefully as possible. ] Okay. Now it's gone. You alright if I step away for a second to grab the harnesses? Unlike you I can't just fly to the end of the zip line.

Oh my god. You were laughing at yourself. Dude. [ it is the dumbest thing in the world. jeff is laughing at himself because he was referencing a stupid thing dave made. it's some serious stupidity. at least he wasn't laughing about dave falling on his damn face. ]

No. Hold me. I need to be held at all times. Like a needy baby. Get the things. I'm not going to move.

It's your fault for showing me in the first place. I can't help that it keeps happening.

[ If miracles existed getting that sentence out without laughing was definitely one of them. ] Are you sure you don't want to hold my hand? You sound an awful lot like you're pouting for not being a needy baby. Now I'm just rolling my eyes at you, by the way.

[ And he actually was. Dave could probably hear him leave so he didn't bother to announce it. He didn't sound particularly thrilled when he came back with the harnesses. ] I just figured out where the fairy part comes in. [ Jefferson stared at them for a moment before speaking again, his voice completely flat. ] I'm not doing this.

I have too much power.

[ dave's covering his face, briefly, at that. then dropping them and shrugging, assuming jefferson is looking in his direction long enough to see a shrug. ] I can hear them bouncing around in your skull, yeah. I don't want to hold your sweaty palms.

[ he waits by drumming his hands at his sides and muttering to himself about how he can also hear how structurally unsound this thing is ] What? Is it offending you? You can take solace in the fact that I can't fucking see what you mean here. If you're gonna chicken out, I'll just do it. You can stay here on the scary slightly swaying tower until you want to go back down the stairs that might collapse.

[ Ugh. Dave knew exactly what he was doing by saying all of that, didn't he? If he stayed behind he'd look stupid and if he did it he'd look stupid. He was caught in a trap of being stupid no matter what. Stupid stupid stupid. Jefferson let out an exasperated groan and tugged at the fairy wings a few times before giving up. Fairies were awful. ]

I'll do it, I'll do it. Just don't talk to me about this ever again once it's over.

[ He grimaced at the tacky adornments one more time before putting Dave's harness in the boy's grip. He didn't know if he should take his sweet time putting his on or do it as quick as possible to get it over with. ]

[ he sure does know what he's doing. what he's doing is making jefferson suck up whatever issue currently became apparent to only jefferson and go along with him on this. he probably can't do this himself and jefferson sure as hell isn't going to be making it down those stairs in one piece with their luck right now. ]

Um.

[ dave has the harness in his grip and ... has no idea what he's doing with it. what goes where? how does this work? he can't tell if there's a proper way to do this. it feels like a bunch of buckles and strings and wings to him. he does his best to figure it out. it feels sort of on right maybe? or does this part go in back? things are definitely twisted and possibly backwards but it's on and he's going with it. ta da??]

[ Jefferson was too busy grumbling to himself and wrestling with his own harness to be as attentive as he should have been. It was likely that he was mumbling too much to be completely heard but it eventually came down to him arguing with himself. Was he overreacting? Yeah. Not entirely. Sort of. Fairies are so untrustworthy though. Well, not all of them. But a lot. But --

Dave.

Jefferson finally looked over at the kid and grimaced immediately. He should have been paying attention. That didn't look right. ]

I... probably should have helped you with that. [ It didn't look right at all. ] Let me fix it?

[ the fuck did tinkerbell do to jefferson is all dave can think about. ]

What. I'm totally good. Shit's on right. I've got my limbs tangled in a mess of safety. Let's just go. I'm all strapped in. Nothing could possibly go wrong with this perfectly executed harness.

[ he just holds his arms out in a gesture reading "PLEASE FIX" despite his words. ]

[ The way Dave's words completely contradicted his actions made Jefferson shake his head, but not in a way that at all reflected how put off he'd been only moments ago. It was more like an admission that he couldn't stay completely angry as long as that kid was around. Maybe when this was all said and done they'd look back and laugh about it. Maybe. Hopefully? ]

You could have just told me to shut up and help you.

[ Without a visual his reaction probably sounded really stupid. Hell, even with visuals it was probably stupid. Fairies, though. And his dignity. His dignity which was dwindling day by day. Jefferson would have gotten things in order a lot quicker had he been more adept with his hands, but even then it luckily wasn't as hard of a fix as it had initially looked. ]

You might want to check if I got everything secure enough to be safe. Just tug at it or something.

Nah, you seemed really busy getting your anti-fairy grumbling on. Did they steal your thimbles to use in their houses or something? What's the deal?

[ he hasn't actually heard jefferson file a lot of complaints about things. dave's usually the one filing minor complaints and then mumbling about it. this is a fascinating switch to him. dave actually thinks it's pretty funny and the sound of someone bitching about a fairy (or a winged vriska) is pretty familiar. it's nice.

in a weird sort of way.

too bad he can't see what even brought it on. dave tugs at the harness briefly ]

Nice and secure and this is going to be super uncomfortable for our junk, I can tell. Let's do the thing and hope the line doesn't snap. Ha ha. Why did I say that?

That's exactly it. They stole every last one and I got sick of jabbing my fingers with needles. [ Except that wasn't it. ] I'm not anti-fairy, but I don't entirely trust most of them. It's like that feeling when you know someone is up to something but you can't prove it. You just know.

[ He made a mildly displeased sound at Dave's commentary. It was up to him which specific thing he was more displeased with. ] Don't say things like that. [ Jefferson grabbed hold of Dave's arm and directed him closer to the edge so he could get his harness hooked to the zip line. ] Ready? I'll be right behind you.

Uh. Yeah, I know that feeling pretty fucking well. Are you telling me fairies are shady motherfuckers?

[ pushing his shades up as close to his face as possible to make sure they're not going to go anywhere on this zipline adventure ] What things? Junk? Would you not want me to tell you if you were giving me a ball wedgie? [ he frowns when he's arms grabbed and gives the harness a little tug once he hears it get hooked. ] Okay. Cool. Me first so I'm the one smashing into the tree at the end like George of the Jungle. You ever see that movie with the Mummy guy in it where-- Oh fuck! Whoops! [ was he on the edge? he had no idea. there he goes down the line. whooooooosh ]

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