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acatalepsy_ooc2019-01-19 05:03 pm
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TEST DRIVE MEME #5.
 test drive meme #5 It happens in the blink of an eye. One moment, you are home. Perhaps you are with your family, perhaps you are at work. It's a completely normal day . . . and then, suddenly, your stomach drops. You are overcome with a sudden sense of vertigo. You cannot see up, or down, or where you are. You fall flat on your face. It's bright, warm, and humid . . . for now. Weirdly, the weather seems to be entirely in flux. One moment, it is warm and humid, and within the next handful of hours, it is starting to snow. Whatever is going on with Astoria seems to be messing with the atmosphere of the Temple, and as a result, you are having something of a wild entrance to Acatalepsy. It takes a few seconds for you to gain composure and catch your breath. You are surrounded by ancient stone buildings, with carvings you do not recognize etched into the stone. There's a sense of nausea, overwhelming and sudden, when you realize you aren't in Kansas anymore. Indeed, it seems as if you have fallen down the rabbit hole. A weird, mysterious, snowing-yet-humid rabbit hole.  THE TEMPLE OF BEGINNINGS. Welcome to the "Home Base" of Astoria's Circle. What the actual name of the base is called is lost to the ages, and there's no sense of where you could find it, unless you started asking around. At any rate, this is a central hub of the Circle, a place of powerful magic and mysterious energy. It is a scattering of ancient stone buildings and for the most part, it looks abandoned . . . except for what seems to be a few items, some rooms taken, items moved or organized, even a small garden planted. These are just the smallest hints that there are people here that have been here before you arrived. Overall, it's fairly beautiful. However, it is definitely not modern. Upon exploration, you find that the buildings are kept up by some kind of magic. Some of the rooms have items, things from other Circle members already settled, and others appear to be unclaimed. Pick your rooms, explore the grounds, see the beauty and wonder all around you in such a magical place. However, be careful -- there is some additional movement around the Temple that seems specific to the time of year. HAPPY UN-BIRTHDAY.  The kitchen has become overtaken with a flurry of activity. Vines have woven their way into the area of the Temple typically reserved for food, and there is a massive tea party! What a splendiferous thing -- surely this can't be all that bad. There is such a massive array of food here that it almost seems impossible to know where to start . . . tea and cookies set out with messages that read “EAT/DRINK ME." Well, if you insist. However . . . certain foods and drinks have certain effects upon your person that are wholly unexpected. Well, drat. If you taste the rosehip tea, you are suddenly infatuated with the first individual you lay eyes on. They are everything to you. You think you may even want to propose, immediately, right now. Weddings, I love weddings! Tasting the ladyfingers will cause you to spill your deepest secrets to whoever is nearby. Have a secret crush? Not anymore! The entire room has to know about it, and you somehow can't seem to shut up about whatever you've been trying to keep quiet. A sip of the chamomile tea will cause you to become ridiculously sleepy. That corner looks like a particularly delightful place to take a nap, doesn't it? Maybe someone else wants to nap too. The Madeline cakes cause a ridiculously high spike in happiness. Nothing can get you down, not even the grumpiest of people. Smile, smile, smile! You need to spread this joy to everyone in your reach. A nibble of the scones will prevent you from lying. . . and, in addition, you will be brutally honest on whatever question you're asked. Maybe now is a bad time to give an opinion on your friend's outfit or new haircut, hm? And, finally, the Earl Grey tea will cause an enhancement of your Astoria given powers. Make sure you have that under control, or you may accidentally blow out a window, depending on what it is. YOU'RE LATE, YOU'RE LATE.  The Unseen Servants will be a little, well, mad. Not that anyone will be able to see them, but there will seem to be things moving around the Temple at random, whether they be sheets, clothing, food, furniture, etc. with very little if any logical reason to it. It almost appears like the sheets and the like are moving throughout the air without any rhyme or reason to it . . . someone certainly isn't happy that the Temple is all astray.In addition, the Unseen Servants may also be attempting to steal things off of you. After all, you are also new to their world, and they want to make sure everything is put into their proper place, so beware any silent mischievous Unseen Servants dipping hands into pockets. Also . . . some of the rooms in the Temple are shifting around. Certain entryways could lead you to a select location at random. You may have thought you were entering your room, but it appears you’ve wound up in someone else’s. Or the bathhouse. Or the forest. Either way, you may find yourself lost for a bit...until the Temple decides to stop playing tricks on you. Keep track of your location, or you may wind up in the Forest of the Fey by mistake. OFF WITH YOUR HEAD.  Should you approach the fighting ring, you’ll find that isn’t quite what you’d expect — there are no training dummies to be found, the rusted gates are colored a lavish gold, and the dirt ground has been replaced with a red and black checkered flooring. More notably, the ring itself seems to have expanded to make way for seating so that it’s become more of an arena than anything. There is an audience of spectators: many of them are typically known as the bestiary of this Temple. They are a bit more, er, refined and chatty today.When you enter, the gates will shut behind you. They will not budge. You have now entered a makeshift Royal Court. Suddenly, a playing card manifests in your hand. It might be… A Heart: A princess-like figure is displayed on this card. She appears to be singing.On the back reads a message that states “This card withholds your role. You’ll be permitted to leave once we are thoroughly entertained. Best of luck!” No further instruction is given. Those who have entered with you are in the same predicament. How will you interpret your card? Who are you stuck with and how will you satisfy the audience? Or are you a member of the audience instead? Either way, good luck getting out — it’s up to you! COMMUNICATIONS.  Upon arriving, you will notice on whichever is your non-dominant hand, you will have a fairly simply screen. A smart watch, if you will. Upon exploration, you will find that it has a directory of all those here with you at the Temple of Beginnings- names, and access to a direct message to them. The watch also has video, audio, and text capabilities, as well as what looks like a collection of messages sent to everyone who wishes to open them. This is your 'network', and also how Astoria can reach out and communicate with you. There is nothing keeping you from removing and/or losing your watch! But remember that you will not have access to this network without it. OOC: Also feel free to join us and other possible players on our discord server! enjoy! ♥ |
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[What else is a box on a unicycle good for but judging your life choices? Remaining blissfully unaware of Ritsu's Quest for the Missing Spoon, he crosses his arms disapprovingly.]
MY REASON WAS TO WATCH YOU MAKE A FOOL OF YOURSELF. WHICH YOU DID... SURPRISING NO ONE AT ALL. YOUR REASON WAS TO PUNCH A POOR, INNOCENT GHOST. WHICH, WHILE HILARIOUSLY MISGUIDED, IS INCREDIBLY RUDE. THERE'S A DIFFERENCE.
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[What a sanctimonious box. If Ritsu had met any other talking boxes, this one would go right at the bottom of the list. ...Not that it's wrong about him making a fool of himself, but if anything that makes it worse.]
Reasons aside, you don't have to worry. I won't try the same thing again. [He almost succeeds at making it sound like an apology.]
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[Mettaton reaches out to give Ritsu a pat on the back, but it's more like a slap. He doesn't seem to notice he hit a little hard there... Or maybe he just doesn't mind.]
THERE'S REDEMPTION FOR YOU YET. SOME PROMISING CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT! ILL-MANNERED BOY LEARNS GHOSTS HAVE FEELINGS AND VOWS TO ABSTAIN FROM GHOST VIOLENCE... THAT'S THE STUFF.
[He drops his hands again.]
NOT THAT IT'S SUCH A GRAVE OFFENSE, BEING THAT GHOSTS CANNOT SUSTAIN DAMAGE FROM YOUR HUMAN FISTS IN THE FIRST PLACE. BESIDES. IT WOULD BE REGRETTABLE FOR YOU TO TRY ONCE MORE... GIVEN THAT YOU SHOULD HAVE LEARNED OF YOUR INCAPABILITY THE FIRST TIME.
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[His reply lacks hesitation completely. Like he's serious.]
WHY? DOES MY LOVELY SUBJECT HAVE SOMETHING ELSE TO SHARE ABOUT HIMSELF...? ASIDE FROM HIS LEARNED LESSON. OOOH, WHAT A THRILLING OPPORTUNITY TO TURN THE GENRE ON ITS HEAD BY FORGOING POINTED QUESTIONS! THE FLOOR'S OPEN, GORGEOUS! WITH YOUR NEWLY GRANTED AUTONOMY, YOU COULD SHARE ANYTHING YOUR HEART DESIRES: YOUR NEW POWER. YOUR NAME. YOUR FAVORITE THING TO BUY. YOUR DARKEST SECRET. THE POSSIBILITIES... ARE ENDLESS!
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[Having already opened his mouth and utterly failed to get a word in edgeways, Ritsu closes it for a moment instead. This box sure talks at a mile a minute. (Maybe that's what the wheel is for.)
Should he go along with it? Well... does he really have anything better to do than converse with a merrily blinking calculator display? If it's so confident about the resident ghosts, maybe ghosts aren't the only thing it knows.
Ah, what the heck. He can always just leave if he catches sight of anything more important, such as another spoon.]
It's not that interesting. From the sound of things, I'm just another misfit dropped in the middle of this "circle" situation. But I do have a question, if I get to share one of those... I don't actually know who or what you are, either. Care to explain?
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[A mile a minute's about right: somebody loves to hear himself talk and will snag any chance for it. Mettaton's screen changes to a red M against a yellow backdrop, which is a standard for him.]
I'M THE UNDERGROUND'S INCREDIBLY RICH AND FAMOUS ROBOTIC TV STAR, METTATON! A PERFECT ARRANGEMENT FOR AROUND-THE-CLOCK ENTERTAINMENT: THE RELIABILITY OF A TIRELESS ROBOT... AND MY OWN CHARMING PERSONALITY! IT'S NO SURPRISE THAT A HUMAN DOESN'T KNOW OF ME. NO NEED TO GET FLUSTERED. AFTER ALL...
[And now his screen's angry red with an accompanying shake of his fist.]
... ASTORIA ONLY SNATCHED ME AWAY BEFORE I COULD MAKE MY GRAND DEBUT ON THE SURFACE. BUT! I DIGRESS.
[And back to the letter M. Mettaton holds out a hand for a handshake, even though Ritsu was trying to punch a ghost earlier. It's fine. It's behind him.]
THAT SHOULD SATE YOUR HUNGER FOR KNOWLEDGE ABOUT ME.
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Despite this, he shakes that proffered hand just to see what it feels like. It's... well, it's kind of cold.]
Nice to meet you. I wonder how all that fame is working out for you here.
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WHAT BETTER WAY THAN TO MAKE MYSELF KNOWN TO MY NEW AUDIENCE THROUGH GREETING THEM PERSONALLY? [A red heart manifests on his 4×5 screen.] AS MUCH AS WE COULD GO ON ABOUT ME, I STILL DON'T KNOW A THING ABOUT YOU... BESIDES YOUR OBVIOUS HUMANNESS AND DELUSIONS ABOUT GHOST VIOLENCE. I DID ANSWER YOUR QUESTION, DIDN'T I?
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[Okay, he does like watching documentaries sometimes, just... quieter. With fewer love hearts. And without himself in them.]
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THAT IS CONCERNING. HAVE YOU NEVER HAD THE CHANCE TO MEET ONE OF YOUR COUNTLESS CELEBRITIES, FACE-TO-FACE? ALL HUMANS HAVE A STAR THEY ADMIRE, KAGEYAMA-DARLING.
[Said the robot to the human about humans, given his decidedly extensive knowledge of them.]
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punchingdefinitely not punching that ghost when he next sees it.]My brother isn't a celebrity. [Somehow he can say this without sounding the least bit embarrassed.]
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[He repeats it with a dropping intonation, like he scarcely believes what he's hearing is connected to idolizing famous people. Which it's not, but it's definitely intended to be connected to somebody... oh?]
YOU ADMIRE YOUR BROTHER ABOVE ALL ELSE? ... WHY?
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[...is that another Servant drifting into view from behind a wall? The same one? The same one who took his spoon?? Ritsu almost resists the urge to glance over at it, difficult though it is.]
...My brother doesn't need to pretend. That's what makes him the strongest person I know.
[Still no trace of irony.]
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[Mettaton brings a hand up and perches his finger just above the dials on his body, a thoughtful gesture. Even if this might be embarrassing to some people, Mettaton takes it in stride. He wants to know what humans are endeared to, and Ritsu's shared his idea of admirable traits.]
HE DOESN'T SOUND LIKE HE'S MUCH OF AN ACTOR. BUT SINCERITY IS A CHARMING TRAIT. WHAT IS HIS NAME.
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[This is still definitely how small talk works.]
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WATCH HOW I LECTURE HIM? WHY?
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[So explain, much elaborate, wow. His tone of voice suggests quite strongly that it's the best Mettaton is getting. Not because he misses his brother! He just thinks they both have things to be getting on with, ghosts in the vicinity to
punchcontinue to not punch.]Is that enough? For your "documentary".
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[Almost as though he can sense Ritsu's desire to definitely not punch a ghost, Mettaton finalizes their with a wave.] TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF, BEAUTIFUL! AND BE NICE TO GHOSTS. OR ELSE. TOODLES!
[He zips off on that single wheel, facing Ritsu all the way until he ducks into the temple.]