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recollecters) wrote in repeter2017-10-17 08:38 pm
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OCTOBER TDM
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OCTOBER TEST DRIVE The city of Recollé... When the crypt doors creak, and the tombstones quake, spooks come out for a singing wake. Happy haunts materialize and begin to vocalize...grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize... Every year during the Halloween season, the city of Recollé comes to life with plenty of fall activities for everyone. There's something to do in every district if one were to take a look. What will you do today? I. Family fun seems to be the theme today over in Tribunal Terrace. Several tables are set up and in a semi-circle near Recollé Square with stacks of pumpkins, carving tools, paint and anything else you may need to create your own jack o'lantern. Other stations are set up for face-painting and games to win mini-sized candy bars including a ring toss, bowling, and bobbing for apples. Be careful with the apples though. They like to wiggle and jiggle with their happy little faces staring up out of the water. ...so maybe apple-bobbing is for the brave at heart. Are you the artsy type to carve a beautiful pumpkin? Are you helping to run the games (or even cheating to get more candy)? It's time to relax and let your creativity flow. II. Pumpkin-carving not your speed? Never fear, horror is here. Over in Tisse there's plenty to do for those looking for a little more adventure. Several coffee shops have harvest specials made with pumpkin, maple, and pecan flavors. Over at Flix a monster movie marathon and costume contest are taking place (with a prize of two free passes for the best monster costumes.) But the highlight of this district is the annual haunted funhouse. Anyone daring enough will find the usual spooks and scares in a haunted house, jump scares and fog machines galore. But...the house certainly didn't look so big from the outside. How did you possibly get shuffled straight to the center? No worries. This hall of mirrors will guide you out safely...if the walls closing in don't crush you first. It's a race against time as the halls narrow, and if you're one of the lucky ones you'll escape and exit through the main doors. For those not quite so lucky, the walls will stop just inches from crushing you completely before the floor drops open and you find yourself on a slide, falling through the dark and tumbling into an underground room filled with plastic skeletons, rubber spiders and more. There must be a way out, right? Hopefully you aren't alone and you can navigate the lair with a friend or two. III. Meanwhile, the rest of the city's usual hustle and bustle continues. The shopping districts are busy, students wander the sidewalks after class, and that oddly-shaped ghost appears right in the middle of the crowd. Wait, what? You could have sworn that ghost wasn't there before. Maybe you don't even believe in ghosts. You may blink a few times to clear your vision, but the faint outline of the ghost remains as a few more of them pop up around the city. They won't speak, but they will cause some trouble for anyone who gets too close whether it's by playing pranks on passerbys, stealing items and running away, sitting on a person and applying a gravitational force so they can't move or other crafty, sneaky tactics. Are the ghosts messing with you? Or are you going to find a way to mess with the ghosts? IV. As the sun begins to set, a strange sort of fog rolls in. Several citizens of the city may not even think it's unusual and others seem to capitalize on the weather. The Churchhill Downs Stables are hosting their annual haunted hayrides through Recollé Woods as soon as the sun sets. There are plenty of carts and chocobos saddled up and ready to go. Once passengers are seated the chocobos begin to trot forward into the woods as a pre-recorded ghost tour of the city takes place. The stories range from silly ones about two ghost children who like to play hide and seek in these woods to scarier ones about a jilted lover chasing her husband off a cliff at the edge of ocean. For the most part they're a bit cheesy and in good fun, but something about this haunted ride seems a bit...off. Peering into the fog you may see something strange that follows you, be it a monster or a shadow or an object. You may hear things whispering your name and you may see your greatest fear manifest right out of the fog and chase your cart through the woods. Even worse, it seems to follow you right out of the woods and back into the city. No matter where you run or where you hide, the fears from the fog will track you down and they change for every single person in the city. Will you run or will you fight? You may wish to be careful since the creatures will fight back. BONUS. With only a few short weeks left until the end of October, Retrospec's Halloween Mode is in full swing and popping up on new users' devices. Retrospec users will find their application decked out in cheerful Halloween colors, and their userpics in a randomized (work safe) costume. However, there's always a trick to each treat and this time the seasonal mode can't be turned off for new users. Notifications chime with zombie groans, a rousing game of Candy Crush must be played and beaten before you can use your device again, and the new Trick or Treat function has a few upgrades. When a user enables this function, they will be met with the phrase "Trick or Treat?" Users who select "treat" will get one virtual candy! Yay! The catch though is that they will also find themselves in a costume representing that specific candy. Should a user pick "trick", however, they will find all sorts of harmless but unpleasant things happening to them including but not limited to pranks, being splashed by vehicles driving through puddles of water, being unable to speak in anything but rhymes and other such things. None of these effects last over ten minutes, but the game will show up periodically over and over again and even giving you the option to play the game with others. Welcome to the recolle test drive meme! All characters will be begin in-game AU'd as Recollé residents. You may use any of the above prompts for ideas or make up your own depicting your Recollé AU! Prompts do not have to be set in the districts listed above. You can review our list of locations for what's available. Please note that TDM threads can be used as samples, can be kept as game canon, and can also be used for bonus points for future item regains. Share a few minor details of your AU, tag around, and have fun!
For current players, TDM threads will not count toward your Trick or Treat freebie! Additionally, please remember that TDM threads can only be used for bonus points, not regains. Please note: you will need a reserve to apply, and current characters must have full AC posted at the time of their reservation. Your October TDM directory is here, and your AU workshop is here! Our mod questions thread for this TDM is over here! |
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[The penny drops.]
I'm not taking drugs!
[Whoops, she said that a little too loudly.]
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I’ve been living in this town for close to a year now. Never saw or heard of any of this, and now you’re telling me?
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[No, you know what? There's an easier way to prove it. Rosalind glances around until she meets the eyes of a random man.]
Come here, please. Tell me what app you see on this phone.
[The man stares down at her phone, then back up at the two of them with a nervous chuckle. Is this some kind of prank show? There's nothing . . .?]
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Ros, you ca—
[ She does anyway. Grabbing the man’s attention where he looks about as confused as ever and finally admits to seeing nothing but a plain screen. Booker knits his brow again, leaning forward to look at the screen.
Not only does it show Retrospec, it switches to his name when he gets close enough.
Booker gapes. ]
... Scratch the food cart. We’re going to my place.
[ Because this seems like a deeper conversation. ]
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You can ask questions on the way, if you'd like.
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He grabs his phone again, taking another look, staring at the strange application, squinting at the fact that his profile picture has devil horns and an obnoxious, swirling mustache beneath his nose. Booker purses his lips, scrolling through and finding the network posts that were never there previously. ]
So, for starters.
Why?
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[She shrugs. The smirk is fading from her face.]
It's random chance, as far as we understand. There's no pattern to those who come here . . . ages, sexes, races, occupations, social statuses, all are different. The only constant is that we all live in this city.
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And the changes in reality are owed to... What? A magic app? That's it.
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[She glances up at him, all traces of mirth leaving her expression.]
I still don't entirely understand how, but I do understand pieces of it. But I suspect you wouldn't be interested in the science behind it.
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He starts to fish for his keys. ]
So... Not magic.
[ Science. It's always science. ]
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[Honestly, and it's only the intimate knowledge of what he's going through that stops her from rolling her eyes.
His apartment is familiar, smelling of stale cigarettes and that odd scent that Rosalind suspects pervades all single men's apartments and is the result of laundry gone unwashed too long. She takes a seat on one end of his couch, one leg crossed over the other.]
In some ways, it's simply best to accept it as it comes for the first month. You grow used to the oddities, and they are oddities . . . the things they're capable of doing to us are beyond imagination.
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He unzips his jacket, tossing it idly on the bar stool resting before the counter top that serves as a table. With a sigh, he fishes for his cigarettes, still following the same routine.
Rosalind has been here plenty of times. It's like nothing shifts or moves when she leaves. Booker lights one, and as per their continuing friendship, he still offers her one in kind. ]
You're gonna need to elaborate a bit more on what you mean by "oddities". Sure, your eyes are grey now, but how far has it gone?
Recolle's been a quiet town since I got here. 'Least from my perspective.
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Does that still seem so ordinary now?
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He takes a seat beside her, exhaling as he mulls over the feeling. It was the norm here. At least...
At least, that's what he thought at the time. Booker didn't even pay attention beyond the standardized first response training he'd had in the police academy. It wasn't... ]
Come to think of it, I never experienced anything like that back home. I--
[ His stomach sinks, Booker pinches the bridge of his nose. ]
Great.
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[A pause. She adds, not apologetic:]
You wouldn't have believed me if I'd told you, Booker.
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[ He sounds exasperated, leaning back on the couch and taking another drag of his cigarette. Booker idly grabs his phone, taking a look at the app again. ]
But it looks like I don't have much of a choice.
[ He sighs, setting his phone face-down on the arm rest of the couch. ]
So, what, I've been manipulated to be blissfully complacent?
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[She finally starts in on her cigarette, stretching out on the couch as she does.]
Think of this as a wake-up call. You're one of two hundred people who can finally see this place for what it truly is.
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[ The sarcasm is real. This is the last thing Booker needs. He left Brooklyn as a safety. Knowing that this place has been manipulating him for the last year is not exactly something to shrug at. He's just at the tail-end of his recovery from years of drug and alcohol abuse. Still coming to terms with who he was before skipping town, things that he hasn't told anyone. Even Rosalind.
He flicks ash in a nearby ashtray, rubbing at his face with his free hand. ]
I've had plenty of wake-up calls in my life. This doesn't exactly align with 'em.
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[She inhales slowly, watching him through the haze of smoke. There's more to tell him, far more. He has to learn about his other self, about the fact he'll begin remembering things. But not yet.]
. .. but for better or worse, you aren't suffering through it alone.
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No, he'd rather feel betrayed and irritated. But Booker will just go ahead and keep that to himself; it doesn't do Rosalind any good to show it, and it's not her fault either.
That much is made abundantly clear, and Booker softens when she sympathizes. ]
What makes you say suffering is involved?
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[She falls silent for a few seconds, ashing her cigarette. There's no real way to say this without sounding both insane and wildly, inappropriately casual, but still she struggles to think of a way. But no:]
This place . . . it gives you . . . there's no real word for what they are. You'll think them hallucinations at first, but they're not. They're . . . call them memories. Memories of yourself in another life. They'll be disjointed at first, but they'll resolve into a narrative soon enough.
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[ Repeating it doesn't help understand it any further. Booker sounds incredulous, almost scoffing out the words because that sounds so ridiculously absurd. ]
I'm getting too old for this.
[ Booker leans further against the couch, glancing over to Rosalind with a perked brow. He doesn't mean to come off crass to her; she's highly intelligent and a respected scientist. Booker's known Rosalind long enough to know she isn't joking. But this is just... ]
Alright, and your memories are of what?
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Don't have much of a choice but to settle with it then.
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