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shadysidemods) wrote2015-08-02 12:42 am
shadysidemods) wrote2015-08-02 12:42 am
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TEST DRIVE | AUGUST
 Suggestions - Arriving At Shady Side Backpack in hand, you arrive at the city to be greeted by a broadcast of the President on a large screen in the center of town. It is on repeat and the same short message: "Welcome to the quiet town of Shady Side, where you have been brought at our most dire moment. We implore you to help us defeat the evil plaguing our town and restore peace. We know that you did not sign up to fight this war, but we had little other choice. If this menace isn't contained, it is possible that the horrors could spill out over all worlds. We will accommodate you as well as we can and ensure your stay is as comfortable as possible in return for your brave service. "If you go to the general store, food and supplies have been set out for you to take at your discretion. If you look at the keys contained within your backpack, they will list the address of your new home." It is up to you whether you go to the general store and stock up on supplies, mingle with other newly arrivals, or go check out your house. - Network Post to the network and see if you can make connections or figure out what is going on. - Fight! Werewolves, demons, goblins, trolls, and all manner of things dark and creepy are afoot. Fight them if you dare! | ||||
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Billy Kaplan | Marvel 616
[Billy was a little distraught to be honest. His magic had been limited by a lot and it didn't matter how much he tried to use it to get back home, he kept ending up right back here at the town sign. With everything scurrying around in the woods, all the ominous noises though...
Well, it hadn't left him any option than to go forward, backpack slung over his shoulder. He didn't want to get caught in a bad spot outside with limited magic and no real idea where he even was. The brochure was crap.
He didn't sign up for this. He didn't appreciate being dragged from home to deal with this mess. The big screen in town, playing a loop of some guy talking in shadow didn't do much to alleviate his fears either. A wry smile twists at his lips as he looks up, watching it for a moment.]
I keep hoping this is some sort of really vivid, ridiculous nightmare...
[He's not speaking to anyone in particular really, eyes locked on the man on the screen and narrowed slightly.]
Network;
So... monsters. And a really creepy town. It's like we've been dragged into the gay porn version of Silent Hill or something.
Did anyone read through all the material shoved in our backpacks? What do you think?
[Network]
You're missing out on a fine opportunity for alliterative appeal.
Licentious levity. Delighting debauchery. Happy hedonism. Blissful bawdiness.
As for the material given, it has little use other than kindling. What do they expect us to do? Writhe around in some lascivious orgy to keep the monsters at bay?
Actually that rather nicely summarizes happy hour in any given pub in Balfonheim...
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[That sounds like one interesting happy hour, to be honest.]
And it seems like it, yeah. Either orgy or fighting with whatever they crammed in our backpack, I guess.
I'm not entirely sure what the better alternative is here, I guess.
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Inclined though I may be to depraved revelry, I don't take well to being ordered about. Especially not by some figure in the shadows.
I daresay we're up the creek, and I doubt they'll be providing us with the kinds of paddles used for rowing.
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They could have at least asked if some of us have boyfriends who'd be pretty angry if we're brought to-- this sort of place, you know?
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Hopefully his ire will be taken out on our elusive captors and not your esteemed self.
Neal Caffrey | White Collar
[This isn't how it's supposed to go. First of all, he's not supposed to be running. By all rights, his sentence should be commuted by now and he should be having cake at the Burke's with his friends. Family. He isn't supposed to be alone.
No. Really. Not supposed to be alone. The last familiar thing he remembers is Mozzie shaking him awake on the plane for the descent into the island airport, morning fog thick on the tarmac. He grabbed his bag and departed the plane, only to find himself swallowed up in the fog. He called for Mozzie, but never hear another sound from his oldest friend.
Then there was a sign and a strange guy and some really strange directions... now, he's here. So much for wiling away his remaining years on a beach. Right now, he's feeling lucky that nothing's tried to eat him yet.
He's muttering anxiously to himself (Bet this place doesn't have any extradition treaties...) when he stumbles into the general store. Surely there will be more people there? Even if being around people is the last thing he wanted when he woke up on that plane.]
Knock knock? Anybody home? I promise I'm not here to steal anything.
2. I was told there would be palm trees:
[A dark-haired, blue-eyed man wearing a white fedora appears on the screen. He's smiling his best smile and doing his best to seem charming, even if strained.]
Hi there! Name's Neal. I'm early thirties, single, fit... an Aries. I like painting, art, jewels, and the occasional forgery. I do not like monsters, fighting, guns, and death.
Seeking partner or several for survival fun. Liking those things I don't like? Big bonus.
[His grin goes a little desperate.]
Grouchy FBI agents with terrible taste in suits an added bonus. Oh God, Peter, please tell me you're receiving this...