[mock trial intro] move 'em on, head 'em up

[consolemods]

Whatever you were doing before you got here, it isn't what you're doing now. What you're doing now is waking up in an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room with... unfamiliar glasses on your face. No matter what you can do, you can't take those glasses off... but if you roll your eyes down, you'll be given a rundown of what's going on here.

Hmm. Well, that's probably a little unnerving. Maybe you should... leave? Fortunately, your room's not locked, but as you go downstairs and try and ask the locals what's going on, you'll find they're... less than cooperative. And if you go outside the inn and try to leave into the town... well, you'll find several locations around the town, but you'll also find that you can't seem to leave.

Well. Maybe you should talk to the other people who just showed up here. All the locals are going to tell you is an explanation is forthcoming, so you might want to kill some time getting to know each other.

Comments

[fuckthemancers]

[When she ventures away from the town square towards the stables, she'll find another person who'd quietly avoided the whole mess inside the Salty Splatoon itself. Zulf is glancing inside, marveling at the animals he's never seen. At the approach of another person with those strange spectacles, he smiles politely to her.]

They look like horses, right?

[carbide]

More or less.

[Even if he hadn't had the glasses, it's obvious she's talking to another player. A local wouldn't ask that, right?]

Strange that they would have different species...

[fuckthemancers]

I mean, it's hardly the strangest thing about this place.. .

[He could write an entire book on it.]

But, then... They must be for traveling, so there has to be a way out... They don't look like they're meant for any religious use.

[Which he would know.]

[carbide]

Of course there's a way out. It's just closed to us. Maybe if someone takes advantage of the third rule, they'll be issued a horse.

[Olympia, don't talk about that so casually...]

[fuckthemancers]

...Third rule?

[Guess who hasn't learned how to use this newfangled technology]

[carbide]

[...well, Olympia does have some experience being a tutorial character...]

There's a list of rules accessible through your glasses. Access them by rolling your eyes downward, as if trying to look at your lips.

1/4, probably

[fuckthemancers]

Look down, then...

[Still clearly befuddled, he looks down and holds that for a moment- ]

2/4

[fuckthemancers]

[It's almost laughably obvious when the rules flash in front of his eyes.]

3/4

[fuckthemancers]

[And it sure stays.]

4/4

[fuckthemancers]

[Oh how it stays. His expression can't decide if it's amazed, shocked, or absolutely horrified.]

[Give him a minute.]

[carbide]

...sir?

[Should she call a doctor or something? He seems to be broken.]

[fuckthemancers]

[Her voice snaps him out of it, and Zulf takes a shakey breath, a hand pressing against his face.]

Complete and random strangers... Want us to kill one another.

[carbide]

And participate in "challenges."

[what even]

[fuckthemancers]

What does that even mean-!?

[Abruptly he takes another breath, curling the fingers of his spare hand, and shakes his head.]

I'm sorry. I shouldn't be snapping at you. You don't have anything to do with this.

[carbide]

Don't worry. I'm not offended.

[Nobody got bumped up on the potential murder victims list. There is no such list. Shhh.]

"Cheating." "Fair play." Presumably the challenges will be competitions of some kind.

[fuckthemancers]

[Let him live, okay? In all meanings of that sentence.]

What kind of competition can they be expecting out of violent people, non-violent people, talking animals, and.... a large turtle?

...I think he's a turtle.