| Day One |
[05 Mar 2010|03:10pm] |
Storyline
All characters awaken this morning in their new homes feeling a little fuzzy or light-headed with a strange coppery taste in their mouths. These affects will last only as long as the character remains in bed: as they wake up and move around, the circulation of blood helps to diminish these side effects until they are gone altogether.
Characters are still wearing the same clothes they wore when abducted. All weapons, electronics (ie, cell phones or cameras), purses, and backpacks have been removed, but characters will still find their spare change and keys in their pockets.
The first thing each character sees upon awakening is a netbook, logged into the Island's Network and displaying a welcome message from the Commissioner.
Each residence is equipped and furnished like a small but modern apartment with an eat-in kitchen, a small living area, a modern bathroom, and a comfortable bedroom. Characters will notice that a few personal items are littered throughout the home: the character will find his or her favorite outfits in the closet; a cherished painting or photo may be on the wall; and a favorite book or DVD may be lying on a shelf. All items and pieces of clothing were searched thoroughly, and once again, characters will find no weapons or electronics.
Outside, the weather is a beautiful 82 degrees. The sun is shining and a variety of songbirds are singing. Once outside, characters will notice that each occupied residence has a nameplate with name(s) of the residents within. Characters familiar with military or political radio signs and labels will notice that the neighborhoods are based on NATO radio codes.
The town itself looks as though its previous residents have simply vanished. In the center of town, characters will find a pub, a library, a gym, a laundromat, a tiny church, a hardware store, a grocery store, and a combined city hall and police station. All of these are functioning and feature everything typical in a small town -- except for people, files, or any indication of the city or its history. All of the buildings are open and are stocked with fresh food. Once again, there are no weapons or electronics available.
Notes
Today will primarily be a day of exploration and decision-making for the characters. There is plenty to do and see, so feel free to go crazy with your characters. Descriptions of the colors and lay-outs of your character's abode are up to you, as well as the small personal items of "comfort." Obviously, the people who brought them here aren't going to allow weapons, cell phones, or anything like that...yet.
The pub to which the Commissioner refers is a large room built for entertaining. There is a stage and a full kitchen, as well as a complete bar. A hot breakfast is waiting for the characters in a large buffet cart and features a variety of American products: eggs, bacon, sausages, hot cakes, and so on. For those wishing to make their own breakfasts, the grill is still hot, and the refrigerator is well-stocked with a variety of products.
If you have any questions regarding your character's exploration of the Island or what your character has in his or her possession, you can contact Ivory in all of the usual ways or reply to this post.
If you have anything which you feel warrants a mention in a Time Update, please let the moderators know!
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| Not What He Was Expecting |
[05 Mar 2010|04:08pm] |
WHO: Cathair
WHERE: Bravo-2
WHEN: Morning
( Intro for Cathair )
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| Preparing for the Worst |
[05 Mar 2010|04:49pm] |
WHO: Cathair and RiffRaff
WHERE: The hardware store
WHEN: Morning
Cathair's first stop was the local hardware store. Besides sporting goods stores, there were few better places for improvised weapons. Especially if there were nail guns. Nails propelled at high speeds were excellent weapons, he'd learned that long ago. If not, the damage somebody could do with a simple claw hammer was amazing. He'd settle for one of those if there was nothing else. He could always fashion himself a slingshot as well. Most likely they even had some heavy gauge ball bearings that worked well for shot. If not, he could always find something else.
As he had learned from checking out a few other buildings, the hardware store was unlocked and open. And apparently someone was already there. He heard nosy clattering and things being moved about and possibly taken apart. "Hello?" he called out, following the noises to their source. Which was a rail thin girl with a shaved head who was taking apart things like she had a purpose.
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| Good Morning! |
[05 Mar 2010|08:22pm] |
Who: Coop and Belle
Where: Mike-3
When: Morning
Coop felt the snug heat of her body against his even before he became fully aware. It must be Monday, his bleary thoughts informed him. There had been no alarm, and, yet, there was sun beating through the glass at his back. His arm tightened around his wife's waist a moment as he shifted, burying his face in her thick hair.
And then it suddenly hit him, and the force with which he sat up nearly knocked him out of bed. Belle was there, all right -- and thank God for that. In her presence, it was easy to believe the attack was a dream, something helped along by the fuzzy, surreal quality the world seemed to have about it this morning.
Not at his best in the morning, Coop almost settled back down beside her, but the sting of metal suddenly seeped into his mouth. What on earth was that, he wondered as his face twisted in disgust. A glass of water, he thought would help -- except that when he moved to get of bed, it suddenly dawned on him: this was not their home.
"Belle," he murmured softly as he reached for her shoulder, stilling the shiver running down his spine. He felt very childlike suddenly, like he had just fallen down the rabbit hole. "Belle, wake up."
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| Slug |
[05 Mar 2010|08:44pm] |
Who: Mel, Open
Where: The Pub
When: Morning
Mel hadn't put much thought into her present situation. Her head hurt too much when she tried, and she wasn't even sure where to begin deciphering the sudden twist in her life. The glow of the tiny netbook on her nightstand had caught her eye immediately, and, although not a computer person herself, it was, at the very least, some sort of direction.
Not normally a girl to take direction, she was surprised to find that, quite suddenly, it suited her quite well.
The pub was empty when she arrived but for the white-and-red checkered tables and the smell of food on the open buffet cart. Mechanically, she helped herself to a plate of eggs and bacon, then sat down at a table.
Whether it was the situation or the woozy feeling, she felt distinctly unhungry as she poked at the eggs with a fork. "Wonder if this is how a slug feels," she stated to no one at all. Perhaps the bacon was listening, though. Who knew?
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[05 Mar 2010|11:03pm] |
WHO: Drina and OPEN
WHERE: Beginning in Golf-2; Exploring around her new "home"
WHEN: late morning, noonish
Drina was conscious before she actually realized that she was awake. Instead of being caught in a place of thoughtless darkness, she was acutely aware of an ache in her muscles and the feeling of dizzyness, even though she was lying down. She couldn't remember exactly what had happened before, but she certainly remembered the men dressed in black masks. She moved her fingertips, one at a time, and then each of her toes to make sure she had suffered no injuries to her limbs or spine. Her neck turned to the right and then to the left and once she was satisfied that she still had the ability to move, her eyes opened. Bright sunlight filtered in through a nearby window, illuminating a white room with red trim. The ceiling had a strange texture to it, and in the middle, a ceiling fan was silently rotating. This was not her home. This was not where she was supposed to be. She bolted upright in bed, a little too quickly, she learned as a wave of slight nausea hit her. When she swallowed, all she could taste was copper, and it was disgusting. Her eyes left the walls for a brief moment to travel down to her bulging stomach. Her hands caressed the flesh only for a second, before she was assured enough to stand up. ( She was still in her nightgown ) |
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