Spellbind Mods (
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spellgrinders2017-06-17 07:42 pm
( TDM | #1 )


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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[ or well maybe he does but. HE HASN'T EXAMINED THE WEIRD THING STUCK ON HIM TOO CLOSELY EVEN IF IT'S not visible with a knight's outfit actually. thanks knight class. ]
If you want??
[ to come with. shit. fuck. but he has no idea what to do with the idea of giving bro permission to do anything this is the twilight zone and he did not die for this? ]
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[It's a little rushed with his monotone eagerness as he picks up pace to walk alongside Dave. Nervous, holding his sword awkwardly, and not having shades on. Sorry Dave.]
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this would be much easier if they could just fly out. ugh.
teen hardass strider doesn't seem the way he should at all and dave's not sure he can like. deal with that thought currently, so he just shoves it away. ]
So...
[ so
fuck ]
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[FUCK.]
Uh. It's... cool we're dead together?
[....FUCK x 10]
I mean. Just. It was a worry of mine that I'd be stuck alone in the dead session unable to die. I mean. Not that I. Uh.
[fuck^1000]
Shit.
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although
wait ]
You just said you saw planets exploded. [ there was no mention of dying, and he just said he wasn't sure he was dead, basically? so.
it occurs to dave he should like...ask...for more information on that. but what the fuck ]
You...want to be dead together?
[ what the fuck ]
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[And Dirk should explain it but now he's very flustered because he said a stupid thing.]
I... didn't want to be alive alone? An eternity of that is a comprehensively more horrifyin' fate than poppin' off to the dream bubbles.
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[ mostly jack's, but.
shit that was said like it was half encouraging and half a joke but this is not a topic to joke about
shit ]
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I didn't see them, I only saw—[Uh. He glances at Dave.] John.
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Was he ok?
[ or are you about to talk about john egbert's corpse because that would about top off the day ]
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[And then Dirk was like 'TAKE ME, PIXELS OF DEATH' and left him]
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[ AT LEAST THERE'S THAT. if john's fine then...maybe things will be okay. he was doing that dumb as fuck "it's not time travel, dave, promise!" shit just beforehand, so... ]
Well, he'll sort shit out or he won't. Nothin' to be done about it now, though.
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[This is talking of What To Do, this is a safe topic and he can do it]
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he's still not sure what the fuck to say here. like...does he ask if dirk-bro has the jewelry thing at his collarbone or whatever? does he ask why the fuck he's okay without his shades on? does he say...something?
holy shit, rose should have been the one to find teen hardass strider. even dirk simply agreeing with a thing said by dave is weird, although at least weird means he isn't having to throw down right this second, which would be a pain in the ass. ]
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After a bit.]
So.
[Hello darkness my old friend]
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when dirk talks, however, dave kind of glances over.
so? ]
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Fuck.]
Can you fly?
[Wait he already asked that FUCK]
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[ like. so. ]
Everythin' except the aspect shit is shared. Just...none of it seems to be workin' right now.
[ jesus fuck this is the most awkward conversation dave has ever had. why don't conversations come with like those bus pull things where you pull the wire and the bus comes to an emergency stop and you can bail out the side? ]
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[TIME TO BE AWKWARDLY SILENT AGAIN]
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while going "what the fuck did he just call himself stupid????"
he also spends like five minutes wishing something would attack them just to make this less awkward. boars, where are you. or hey look bags on trees maybe those will be less awkward than just. talking. ]
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Could be a trap.
[Therefore Dave shouldn't touch it. Dirk will instead.
Surprise! It's silly putty.]
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Well aware. [ annoyed but more at his own reaction than dirk taking over like that, since he's more used to that than he isn't. ]
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He is not unarmed, he has a sword in one hand and silly putty in the other, but it's what it means.]
Sorry. I just—didn't want you to get hurt. Again.
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Just jumpy. New territory. [ he wants to say "i don't need the protection" but shit, guess he fucking failed at everything, didn't he? besides, he doesn't actually want to start a fight he isn't sure he can win.
the idea that dirk doesn't want him to get hurt is so mind-boggling that dave just. doesn't even address it. so he only addresses his own reaction, explaining it away calmly even though it's mostly about dirk, not the area. ]
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[A pause. He holds the silly putty out to Dave.]
Do you know what this it?
[He doesn't.]
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[ gestures with his right hand, since his sword is in his left. ]
It's a toy. Haven't seen any in...years, I guess? Not that I ever had any myself, but there were commercials. You know. "Here's an egg that's full of fun. Silly putty. Silly putty is fun for almost everyone - "
[ said/half sung before he cuts himself off. that's stupid. fuck. ]
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