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luxflowmemes2020-08-19 06:16 am
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+ TDM 001.
Welcome to Luxflow's first TDM.
Let's get into it.
Let's get into it.
ARRIVAL
— You wake up encased.
It’s dark, naturally, but a few tendrils of light slip past the — vines? Why are you tangled up in vines? It gives you panic — why can’t you remember — breath quickening, in and in and in again. Your frenzied movements against the vines let in more light, more air.
And you breathe.
As you exhale, a shaky but sure breath against the rough foliage, a light flows out of you. It’s just a little orb that pours out, past the greenery and into that unknown.
The vines melt away into ash, and you’re left standing in a clearing, trees impossibly tall and swaying in the night breeze. Your breath comes in deep and steady, now, and it occurs to you that you should be panicking still … But then as you look around the clearing, you see more vine cocoons, like yours, and others climbing out of them …
There’s people in the center of the clearing. They’re armed but they’re friendly, and they tell you in short and sweet sentences about the place you’re in now …“ You’re in the Feeding Forest. ” says one, “ This place’ll eat you alive if you can’t break out of the vines. You must be special, huh? ”
Special?
“ C'mon, we’ll take you back to the city. You’re probably here for a while. We’ll fill you in … ”
SPIT SHINE YOUR BLACK CLOUDS
You're trying to get your bearings, but this City stops for no one.
On the next morning after your arrival, there's a festival! It's near the hole, Heart and Center, in the middle of the place. When you arrive there, you're fooled for a moment, and the place doesn't seem so scary; the colors are bright and the citizens are so cheerful as they dance and cheer on the new arrivals to strange music.
No one really knows why they're celebrating, but the arrival of the strange ones feels like it's heralding something good. Maybe there's unheard prayers that are being answered! Maybe their prayers will be answered! There's drinks and food and song, so why not join in? You can get drunk or high or just chill and take it all in.
Yet as the festivities burn on, the locals all hush at some point late in the evening. Words ripple through the throngs, and it reaches you fast. They're going to heave prayers up to the Setting Sun. But first, the great chasm needs an offering from those praying.
They throw in valuables and invaluables alike; drinks and food and clothes and jewelry and weapons and boomboxes are thrown in without a second thought.
What will you offer? If you choose to at all, you'll feel bereft; if it's a memory or power, a light will flow from your mouth and down into the chasm ...
They're silent thereafter in their prayer. Do you pray, too? If you do or you don't, you can't help but feel intense shame, like someone is laughing at you ... Still, after all that, the party continues on.
You're just a little more unsettled, now, a little more uncertain.
SILHOUETTE SALOON
The Silhouette Saloon is open! Or so the signage around town says. Excessive and garish, these signs point characters down a winding path into a place called the Silhouette Saloon. When you enter, everything goes white and everyone appears merely as shadows ... Pretty on the nose, but it provides a strange anonymity.
The fixtures of the saloon are all shadowed out too, stark black against the misty backdrop of white. You can drink here and be free to tell your secrets to anyone who'll listen. The bartender or maybe one of the dancers just finishing their set will tell you that this place keeps secrets.
If you were to tell someone a secret, or hear one, you wouldn't remember it exactly. You would, however, feel a strange nagging sensation about the person who told it to you. Once on the outside, you might not be able to get through a conversation with them without thinking they're hiding something ...
If you don't tell someone a secret, you'll feel compelled to tell someone one once you're out of the Saloon, where the secret won't be so hidden ... It might be better to tell one in the safety of anonymity then, hm?
But the longer you're in there, the more you lose of yourself. You'll forget your name, your purpose, everything about yourself until you pass out on the dance floor. You'll wake up outside the Saloon, stricken with amnesia. It'll wear off after a few hours, though.
PITY'S GOT AN UGLY PRICE TAG
Besides the Drifters and Givers, a new group has popped up. They're called the Pleading, or called plain annoying. They beg for anything you've got from the roadside, calling you over. If you hear them out, they'll hypnotize you in a way; they plead for anything you can possibly spare their poor soul -- the shirt off your back, a memory, an ability. Their sob story goes from believable to something horrifying and personal to you. They'll tell you your mother won't forgive you if you don't, or they'll tell you that the fate of your very best friend hinges on you giving them your wallet.
What do you do?
If someone breaks you out of the grasp of the Pleading's hypnosis, you'll be free.
If you give in, they'll take, and you'll be bereft of what you gave and that will be that.
If you don't, you'll feel immeasurable guilt, mounting more and more with each step ... You might have to be talked out of that guilt, or you might throw yourself into the chasm, inconsolable ...
DIGITAL VEIL ( network )
A question appears on the network. There's no handle attached.
BRUISES OR ROSES OR CRADLES OR COFFINS? WHY WHY WHY? :'D
Answers to this 'question' will be displayed to all; feel free to comment on others, try to gain some sense of what this could mean ... You can also post to the network freely.
QUESTIONS?
Ask below. Have fun.
Vic McQueen | NOS4A2
[Vic wasn't sure what to make of everything happening. The sudden stop in their celebrating to pray and make some sacrifices into that chasm. The locals seemed happy about the arrival of everyone here, though, so maybe... Maybe those prayers she was hearing worked? Was that throwing stuff into it thing part of the processs?
Even if it was, what did she have to surrender? Would her prayers even reach back home? Her heart was pounding in her chest. She could hear it in her ears. She still had to save Wayne. She had to stop Charlie Manx. She had to.]
I don't know what I have to give...
[It came out as almost a whimper before a memory hit her. Willa, Drew, and a few other kids from their school had gone to Rhode Island. They were checking out RISD. She gasped as she felt the memory taken from her, hands going over her mouth after it was gone. Almost in the blink of an eye, tears in her eyes. It was such a trivial memory, but it was one of the good ones. One of the only good memories she had in recent year.
She fell to her knees, eyes wide, entire body shaking. The New England girl had no idea where to even begin processing that.]
What the frick was that...?
Silhouette Saloon
[She had been trying. Trying so hard to avoid anywhere that involved anything even remotely to do with alcohol. For Lou, for Wayne... For everyone. But this place... This place was messing with her way too much. She couldn't handle it. That's what led to her decision to even go in. Of course, she wasn't exactly expecting more weirdness to follow.
She would wander around the saloon for a bit, biting her lower lip, not getting a drink, just exploring. Feeling she was losing small pieces of herself. She had to get something off her chest, but the young woman didn't even know where to begin. She just clenched her jaw and stalked her way to the bar, taking a seat and ordering a drink for herself. She'd pound the first down before ordering a second, about to take a drink before sighing.
She stared down at the drink in her hands, debating what to do next. Watching the condensation drip down the sides of the glass.]
I've got a special ability to use a bridge no one else can to find lost things... To find anything or anyone... And I can't even find my own son using it...
[The tone was distant. It was something she was ashamed to even admit to. She was supposed to be strong. If she couldn't be that for Bats, who would be?]
Maybe... Maybe I'm just full of myself and this is punishment for me bein' a shit mom, though...
All About the Price Tag
[Vic had gotten caught by the Pleaders. They were begging for anything. Her wallet, which she didn't have, her jacket which was all she even had for protection. It was something Lou had given her. There was a reason for everything she couldn't give up.
Even as they had told her that Lou and Wayne would want to know she was doing good wherever she was. That she wasn't being selfish to people who could potentially help her get home. To where she could save everyone. Where she could stop Charlie Manx.
That had her violently pulling away from them, though. Eyes wide, jaw clenched as she stared at them for a moment before turning on heel and leaving. Still hearing their pleads. How it's what her family would want her to do. How they won't forgive her for not helping the less fortunate. That had her stop briefly. Maybe not exactly for the reasons the Pleaders wanted, but the words after 'forgive her' had been muffled in her mind. Tears welling in her ears.
She just made her way, subconsciously, almost, to that chasm in the middle of everything. She stared at it, feeling that it was her only escape from that overwhelming guilt she felt in her gut. The only way to properly move onward from what those guys were saying as true. And as she seemed to make her final decision, a murmur of words was said.]
This is for the best...
Network
Cradles. Never been much of a flowers girl, I ain't dyin' any time soon, and I've had my fair share of bruises. Rather not deal with those again.
Wildcard
[Come at me with something else! If you wanna discuss something, hmu
Price Tag
[Narek has seen how those mind controlling little cretins work by now. It had seemed almost that the girl managed to pull herself put of their grasp, but seeing her heading straight to the chasm, well.
Narek grabs her by the arm, Romulans stronger than Humans in a straight size by size comparison and having no problem using all of that to drag her away from the pit by force if he must, but he's going for gentle if forceful at first, snapping his fingers in front of her face.]
Hey, look at me, here- wake up, they've put you under some mind control - what's your name?
Re: Price Tag
I- Vic McQueen. I-I should've helped them. Given them somethin', at least.
[And she's running a hand through her hair. Not processing the 'min control' part of that much yet.]
no subject
[in his defense he didn't understand what he was seeing right away, but space is full of mind controlling aliens so it wasn't hard to reason out. He's going to keep hold of her until she seems back in her right mind as well to make sure she doesn't either head right back to the chasm or worse, to those little psychic shits.]
If you'd have given them what they wanted they would have asked for something else until you had nothing left.
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[Hey she pulled away but she's got enough self crushing guilt to destroy herself without the Pleaders help, even.]
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They aren't. I've no doubt they aren't.
[Like, no offense, but you're human so that seems like a pretty safe answer, accounting for what he's learned about Human Culture as a whole.]
They'll be proud of you for being strong against their manipulations.
no subject
[Hey. Somehow thinking of the worse things she's done is helping her get out of this. And she's shaking her head]
I hate this place.
no subject
I imagine it hates us too.
no subject
[She's pissed about it. Trying to focus on things that won't be the Most Depressing. Is it tough? Yeah sure. But she's gonna do it anyway.]
no subject
[Seeing as she seems to be in control of her faculties, he finally lets her go, moving his hands to his pockets instead.]
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Thank you.