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spellgrinders2017-06-17 07:42 pm
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You blink and that's all it takes. At first the picture doesn't come in clear, like you're waiting for a screen to fully load -- more aptly, it's like you're waiting for a camera to focus so you can find image clarity. Before you happened to rapidly close your eyes and open them, your life was normal...well, normal for you, anyway. Fighting an alien, making a quesadilla, dying. And then that blurry picture suddenly takes over. Depending on your situation and ability to acclimate, you may not fully understand what's happening. A dream, a hallucination. But when you feel the trunk of the trees surrounding you, it's oddly...real. The smell is real. The moisture on the ground is real. The small grass snake you find slithering close to your feet seems very real as well. There are a few other sensations that also begin to feel a little more like reality with every passing second. Like the fact that your intuition is trying to tell you something that doesn't seem plausible. One is more obvious -- you now have a new piece of jewelry inserted snuggly between your collarbones. Maybe that's when you realize it is real. When you realize that there's no delusion here -- you aren't where you once were. But if that's the case...where are you?
There's also a mysterious trail of soft, felt bags, tied off with thin rope, leading your character to what appears to be a specific destination. These items can be as useful as a granola bar to as seemingly useless as a stapler. Let's just say that some of these mysterious objects are pretty out there. They're free to travel off the beaten path, but that comes with its own perils. Maybe your character has a power that could fend these creatures off...? They aren't exactly happy about sharing their territory. |

After an hour or so of trekking through the forest, you finally come upon a break in the tree line that reveals to you an area that appears to be inhabitable. Your first stop is the large mansion that sits in the valley of the opening...if anyone is here or there's a way to get out of here, the house makes the most sense, right? There are a variety of rooms in this mansion, and you're free to explore them. You also spy a lot of crates sitting in the middle of the floor in one of the main rooms...are you curious enough to open them?
If you want some specifics, there are a few rooms of note: the game room (containing a working pool table, non-electric pinball machines and a card table with supplied chips and multiple decks), the cellar (filled with a variety of liquor and wines, all aged quite well) and a large room upstairs that contains a glass ceiling and a variety of books in a foreign language. One more thing -- if you happen to go rummaging around, you may find tiny pin cameras. They're minuscule...you may not even notice them unless you look hard enough. At this point you notice that you aren't alone -- there are other people in the same boat as you! When they're around you, that signet you feel in your chest tingles slightly. The sensation isn't unpleasant, but instead like a warm tingle is spreading from their neck outward. You instinctively attempt to talk to your fellow kidnapping victims, and that works just fine...but what are all these voices you hear in your head now? Are you crazier than you thought you were?
For those more inclined to adventure, there's also another building to investigate. From the outside, it looks very circular and unidentifiable, but upon entering you'll discover that it's a fully-functioning bath house.
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Exploring the mansion and the bathhouse was fun and all, but aside from the crates they didn't prove to be very useful. When you came into the clearing, you also saw a row of very colorful buildings down near the beach. It makes sense that this area may be more beneficial to any escape plans you have, and taking a dip in the ocean might be nice! It's not until you reach the beach huts that you realize that murky blue color you spied wasn't the ocean. It's outter space. There goes any hopes you had of swimming to safety.
Even though it turns out the ocean was a lie and you're precariously close to falling off the edge of the world, the area around the huts is decidedly beachy. Sitting on the beach is a lobster trap, though about 10 times the size of any you might have seen before. Inside are more felt sacks, though larger. The weirdest part is that peering through the bars, you notice each has a nametag attached. The reason you know this to be true is because you just spied your own name written on one of the labels. There's also something else underneath it. The descriptor may not mean much to you yet, but it will soon: it's the title of their newfound magic. In each felt sack is a sort of starter kit: a set of dated and drapey plainclothes, a bag of dried boar jerky, a leather flask filled with water and a small tube of sunblock (the writing is in a bizarre pictograph language, but the giant picture of the sun on the tube should explain the purpose). There's also a rolled up paper tied with a string that reads as follows: "Welcome. Things will be explained in due time. For now, understand that you have been blessed with a gift of magic. Look into your brain and feel the instinct for both. Practice makes perfect."
...What if you're a wildcard, though? Someone who doesn't play by the rules and follows a different path, no matter what direction the world may be guiding you in? This island is large and contains many areas of interest, from crystal streams to hidden locations. Maybe you want to do something different...so break the mold and explore!
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I didn't plan to really sleep there, but John actually sleeps so he should get one.
[ thanks dave.
he doesn't comment about where dirk will sleep solely because. he is used to bro doing what the fuck ever regardless of his opinion, so he doesn't...offer one? ]
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Where... will you sleep?
[He's concerned again good job Dave.]
You didn't, like, do camping shit in your session, did you? And you came from an actual city, not the ruins of one.
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Grew up in Houston. [ probably did more "camping" than at least rose and john, since it wasn't like bro did. anything. ] Did some campin' and shit in our session. Sometimes I used to sleep on some outdoors parts of the meteor. Kinda depends.
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Okay. Cool.
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Yeah.
[ he's pretty sure this guy regrets the whole "i'd like to be brothers" statement haha fuck. ]
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So. Um.
[Fuck.]
Did the AJ come out okay?
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[ he decides to be more brief since APPARENTLY MORE WORDS DID NOT HELP REMOTELY. maybe because he was talking too much? fuck. he was talking too much. bro never liked it when he talked.
not like bro liked it much more when dave did talk.
not like dave ever thought bro liked anything.
he fiddles with the straw. he'd like to pin down where the fuck dirk's going to sleep partly because he doubts he's going to be able to sleep knowing dirk is out there wandering around at random, but that's...neurotic and weird and no one needs to know it's a thing he wants to know. he'd also like confirmation on the mind-changing about the absurd statement about actually wanting to be related to dave (hilarious; only rose wants that, maybe) but. ]
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[He stares at the ground for a long time. Then, he manages to look at Dave.]
So.
Did I do something wrong? Or did. I do something wrong?
[That could have been more clear]
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[ blankly. he still thinks maybe he talked too much - but maybe the problem was more simple than even that? ]
Did I? I wasn't tryin' to like. You don't have to tell me jack shit about where you're gonna stay or whatever, I didn't mean to like...question you.
[ god that was probably part of it, why did he even edge towards trying to figure that out. ]
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[He's talking nonsense and he knows why. He's nervous. He doesn't want to ask the question he tried to ask. He doesn't know how to ask it. "Am I a let-down, or am I a monster?"]
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I dunno where I will. Probably I won't until I don't have a choice. [ it's a moment of distracted honesty. he'll maybe do better about eating if only because john and rose will probably shove food at him and he'll accept it whenever they do, more or less. ]
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Sorry, is that... bad?
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[ he...assumes dirk is asking about his thing not dirk's thing because he's still not used to dirk's things being crosschecked against his opinion. ]
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I meant is it bad for me to just... [He gestures treeways.] Sleep the way I said I would.
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It's...not really my place to say? [ holy shit is he supposed to say. ] It's kind of what I guess I would have figured you'd do?
[ lurk around somewhere impossible to predict and just Exist ominously. ]
Anyway I can't sleep for more than like, a quick nap when I'm strung out or around [ YOU? people in general who he can't categorize into one category or another ] unpredictable shit.
[ that sounds like a safeish compromise. ]
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Is it... bad that ... it's what you figured I'd do—[the last part is rushed and he regrets asking, he regrets pressing Dave. He regrets Existing.] Sorry.
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It's what you're gonna do. [ SO. WHAT'S THE POINT IN CATEGORIZING IT AS "BAD" OR "GOOD"? at least dirk seems to have reasons for wanting to go lurk out in the wilds like a creepy motherfucker. that has to be an upgrade somehow? ]
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blank staring because obviously? dirk said it was what he was gonna do? and therefore it is what is going to Happen?
considering dave apparently really wanted the mood ring but just handed it over the second dirk asked if he could see it maybe his blank surprise is to be expected. ]
It's what you want to do? [ said slowly, like obviously that overrules everything else. ]
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[Maybe one of them will stop making statements into questions at some point.
Probably not though.]
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[ ok that one isn't even a statement it's just complete confusion. ]
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Because you don't seem to like it? And I don't want to be more of a jackass to you than I already am?
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[ LIKE YEAH HE DOESN'T LIKE the idea of dirk being in an unidentified zone solely because. it would be easier if dirk would claim a hut and go there at specified times and then dave could go "sweet" and sleep when dirk was in his hut-cage and wow that sounds even more neurotic as he thinks about it but honestly it would have been easier to sleep as a kid if bro had a room and would GO THERE and reliably not pop the fuck out at dave at random. ]
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