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Time for a Cinnabon!
✖ THE MALL
Ⅰ. ARRIVAL
You can read all about your character's arrival in the game lore.
You step off the ferry and find there is no beach. No, the concrete wharf opens up to a vast, flat plain of pavement. It goes on, and on, and on. Sodium lights on tall poles are spaced at regular intervals, and as you move forward you notice white lines painted in neat rows.Those of you from a typical earth world might recognise almost immediately that you are, in fact, in a giant parking lot.
Up ahead you can see a vast building, a long rectangle flanked on either end by an even larger square. In the very center there is a large, triangular glass awning hanging over an entranceway composed of several automatic doors. There is neon tubing running along the inside of the awning, lighting up the glass so it is a beacon shining across the expanse of pavement you’re crossing.
That’s right, Travellers. We’re going to The Mall.
The building is huge - it takes a good hour to walk from one anchor store to the other at the opposite end. There are stores selling damn near everything - clothes, housewares, books, kitchen supplies, movies and music, electronics - as well as hair salons, nail salons, and a ton of kiosks. The merchandise being sold seems to be from different decades - anywhere from the 1970s to the late 2000s. You can find almost anything you could want!
The flooring is faux marble, the pillars decorated with brass detailing halfway up their length. Potted palms are set at regular intervals. The mall’s concourse is huge and open, with a glass ceiling criss-crossed with metal supports. A fountain jets water coloured by lights into the air over and over in the center of the concourse.
Escalators and an elevator run up and down to the second floor, where the food court is, which is a heaven, provided you’re too worried about MSG. Food from across every conceivable world exists here - no matter where you’re from, you can find a fast-food version of something you’re familiar with. And there’s an Orange Julius!
Truly, a paradise. Kind of weird that the automatic doors won’t let you out the way you came in, but you have everything you need right here! Just be really careful on those escalators - wouldn’t want to get sucked under. And by the way, what’s that noise…?
Ⅱ. BLACK FRIDAY
CW: violence, mob mentality
One of the mall anchors is a huge department store that sells everything under the sun. As you walk through the empty aisles, you’ll notice that there are signs hung everywhere that read “SALE!” Indeed, prices seem to have been drastically reduced. The place seems eerily calm, however; you can’t see any shoppers anywhere.
But if you walk close to the exterior entrance on the far side of the store, you will see them if you look outside.
Hundreds upon hundreds of people pressed up against the glass doors. With a start you see that all of them, from children to the elderly, are missing their eyes. Black, empty sockets stare sightlessly ahead. Store employees, recognisable by their red smocks, stand at the ready.
“Alright, let’s open her up!” one of them shouts, and the employees move to unlock the doors. Immediately the crowd surges forward. The employees pull each other out of the way moments before they can be trampled. The mob rushes through the entranceways, stampeding towards… towards…
Oh. You.
The mob lacks any empathy; people push and climb over one another, uncaring if anyone falls to the ground. You’re pretty sure several of them are actually being crushed beneath people’s feet. Oddly, they aren’t screaming in pain. People’s mouths are moving, but only to form certain words:
“FLATSCREEN!”
“INTELLIVISION!”
“TICKLE-ME-ELMO!”
They are only screaming what it is that they want. They are single minded in their purpose, and don’t care who they hurt in their pursuit.
Make your way to the entrance that opens into the mall and you’ll be greeted with a nasty sight: the gates are closed. No matter what you do to them, they won’t budge an inch, impervious to brute strength, magic, superpowers. That means you’ll have to find another way out if you don’t want to join in the bloodshed. Maybe there’s a ventilation system or a loading bay...
There’s a chance you could just hide out until the sale ends - a store this vast has more than enough food and drink to sustain you, and you could probably get a good night’s sleep in a camping display if it isn’t torn apart by rabid consumers. Just be careful, because the longer you spend trapped in the department store the more likely you are to turn into one of them: mindlessly screaming what it is you want as you tear the store apart.
Ⅲ. UNDERGROUND PARKING
CW: potential starvation, dehydration
If the two floors of the mall are for eating and shopping, where do the down escalators go? Unsurprisingly they lead to an underground parking lot. More surprisingly, if you choose to enter the lot you’ll find yourself suddenly transported to the inside of a car. What car? Any car! It sure isn’t yours! It’s locked and you can’t get the doors or windows to open. Even trying to break your way out is futile.
Thank goodness you have a way to call for help: your ScryWatch! Although you can still access the public network, your ScryWatch will also now function as a private one-to-one device like a phone or a walkie talkie. You can ask a friend to come and help you!
The second person entering the lot won’t be magicked away, but a friendly mall employee will stop you and hand you a set of keys. Clearly they go to a car… but which one? Better start pressing that alarm button, huh?
The parking lot is massive. The party in the car would be wise to describe what they can see to their seeker. After all, teamwork makes the dream work! You sure don’t want to be stuck in a warm car for a couple of days!
Ⅳ. MANNEQUIN
CW: automatonophobia
As you walk through the mall, you’ll see plenty of window displays. Gleaming cookware turning on pedestals under mellow lights, toys going round and round in fake wonderlands, personalised miniature license plates - although they’re all out of Borts - and of course plenty of stylish clothes draped over countless mannequins.
It’s always fun to window shop, isn’t it? Which is how you will come to notice that some of the mannequins look awfully familiar.
Everyone has, at some point in their life, treated someone like they weren’t real outside of what you wanted them to be. The romantic interest you put on a pedestal, the friend you only called when you needed them, or the poor bastard in the office who never did anything to you but who you hated on because it made you feel better. The mannequins greatly resemble that person or persons.
No matter which window you pass, they’re there. It looks like they’re watching you. But that’s silly, isn’t it?
With every mannequin you pass, the more your unease grows. Eventually the feeling of being watched is so great that it’s overwhelming. A sense of guilt grows alongside your paranoia, gnawing at your guts until you feel physically ill. Maybe if you apologise to the dummies for treating them like objects?
Or maybe if you just break all of them into pieces.
Come on Jessica, come on Tori! Let's go to the mall, you won't be sorry!
You can read all about your character's arrival in the game lore.
You step off the ferry and find there is no beach. No, the concrete wharf opens up to a vast, flat plain of pavement. It goes on, and on, and on. Sodium lights on tall poles are spaced at regular intervals, and as you move forward you notice white lines painted in neat rows.Those of you from a typical earth world might recognise almost immediately that you are, in fact, in a giant parking lot.
Up ahead you can see a vast building, a long rectangle flanked on either end by an even larger square. In the very center there is a large, triangular glass awning hanging over an entranceway composed of several automatic doors. There is neon tubing running along the inside of the awning, lighting up the glass so it is a beacon shining across the expanse of pavement you’re crossing.
That’s right, Travellers. We’re going to The Mall.
The building is huge - it takes a good hour to walk from one anchor store to the other at the opposite end. There are stores selling damn near everything - clothes, housewares, books, kitchen supplies, movies and music, electronics - as well as hair salons, nail salons, and a ton of kiosks. The merchandise being sold seems to be from different decades - anywhere from the 1970s to the late 2000s. You can find almost anything you could want!
The flooring is faux marble, the pillars decorated with brass detailing halfway up their length. Potted palms are set at regular intervals. The mall’s concourse is huge and open, with a glass ceiling criss-crossed with metal supports. A fountain jets water coloured by lights into the air over and over in the center of the concourse.
Escalators and an elevator run up and down to the second floor, where the food court is, which is a heaven, provided you’re too worried about MSG. Food from across every conceivable world exists here - no matter where you’re from, you can find a fast-food version of something you’re familiar with. And there’s an Orange Julius!
Truly, a paradise. Kind of weird that the automatic doors won’t let you out the way you came in, but you have everything you need right here! Just be really careful on those escalators - wouldn’t want to get sucked under. And by the way, what’s that noise…?
Notes:
1. Please remember to mark threads appropriately with Content Warnings when necessary.
2. These prompts are a jumping off point - how they affect your character and their development is up to you.
3. Any food is safe to eat, and is consumable by non-human entities.
4. The people inside the mall are normal humans unless otherwise indicated. Killing them is possible and will affect the colour grading of your Scrywatch depending on the situation.
5. Have fun!
Ⅱ. BLACK FRIDAY
CW: violence, mob mentality
One of the mall anchors is a huge department store that sells everything under the sun. As you walk through the empty aisles, you’ll notice that there are signs hung everywhere that read “SALE!” Indeed, prices seem to have been drastically reduced. The place seems eerily calm, however; you can’t see any shoppers anywhere.
But if you walk close to the exterior entrance on the far side of the store, you will see them if you look outside.
Hundreds upon hundreds of people pressed up against the glass doors. With a start you see that all of them, from children to the elderly, are missing their eyes. Black, empty sockets stare sightlessly ahead. Store employees, recognisable by their red smocks, stand at the ready. “Alright, let’s open her up!” one of them shouts, and the employees move to unlock the doors. Immediately the crowd surges forward. The employees pull each other out of the way moments before they can be trampled. The mob rushes through the entranceways, stampeding towards… towards…
Oh. You.
The mob lacks any empathy; people push and climb over one another, uncaring if anyone falls to the ground. You’re pretty sure several of them are actually being crushed beneath people’s feet. Oddly, they aren’t screaming in pain. People’s mouths are moving, but only to form certain words:
“FLATSCREEN!”
“INTELLIVISION!”
“TICKLE-ME-ELMO!”
They are only screaming what it is that they want. They are single minded in their purpose, and don’t care who they hurt in their pursuit.
Make your way to the entrance that opens into the mall and you’ll be greeted with a nasty sight: the gates are closed. No matter what you do to them, they won’t budge an inch, impervious to brute strength, magic, superpowers. That means you’ll have to find another way out if you don’t want to join in the bloodshed. Maybe there’s a ventilation system or a loading bay...
There’s a chance you could just hide out until the sale ends - a store this vast has more than enough food and drink to sustain you, and you could probably get a good night’s sleep in a camping display if it isn’t torn apart by rabid consumers. Just be careful, because the longer you spend trapped in the department store the more likely you are to turn into one of them: mindlessly screaming what it is you want as you tear the store apart.
Notes:
1. There may be a few Black Friday shoppers loose in the mall, but primarily they stick to the department store.
2. Your character might find a way into the mall again, or the parking lot outside. However they manage that is up to you!
3. If your character does turn into a consumer drone, they can be changed back by being taken out of the department store. Maybe go chill out by the fountain in the concourse or get some chilli fries in the food court.
Ⅲ. UNDERGROUND PARKING
CW: potential starvation, dehydration
If the two floors of the mall are for eating and shopping, where do the down escalators go? Unsurprisingly they lead to an underground parking lot. More surprisingly, if you choose to enter the lot you’ll find yourself suddenly transported to the inside of a car. What car? Any car! It sure isn’t yours! It’s locked and you can’t get the doors or windows to open. Even trying to break your way out is futile. Thank goodness you have a way to call for help: your ScryWatch! Although you can still access the public network, your ScryWatch will also now function as a private one-to-one device like a phone or a walkie talkie. You can ask a friend to come and help you!
The second person entering the lot won’t be magicked away, but a friendly mall employee will stop you and hand you a set of keys. Clearly they go to a car… but which one? Better start pressing that alarm button, huh?
The parking lot is massive. The party in the car would be wise to describe what they can see to their seeker. After all, teamwork makes the dream work! You sure don’t want to be stuck in a warm car for a couple of days!
Notes:
1. Your character can post/call the network or text/call an individual - in the latter case nobody else can read or hear the conversation.
2. The car might have some goldfish crackers or something in the glove box, or maybe an old gatorade bottle on the floor, but there’s not going to be enough to survive on for any length of time.
Ⅳ. MANNEQUIN
CW: automatonophobia
As you walk through the mall, you’ll see plenty of window displays. Gleaming cookware turning on pedestals under mellow lights, toys going round and round in fake wonderlands, personalised miniature license plates - although they’re all out of Borts - and of course plenty of stylish clothes draped over countless mannequins. It’s always fun to window shop, isn’t it? Which is how you will come to notice that some of the mannequins look awfully familiar.
Everyone has, at some point in their life, treated someone like they weren’t real outside of what you wanted them to be. The romantic interest you put on a pedestal, the friend you only called when you needed them, or the poor bastard in the office who never did anything to you but who you hated on because it made you feel better. The mannequins greatly resemble that person or persons.
No matter which window you pass, they’re there. It looks like they’re watching you. But that’s silly, isn’t it?
With every mannequin you pass, the more your unease grows. Eventually the feeling of being watched is so great that it’s overwhelming. A sense of guilt grows alongside your paranoia, gnawing at your guts until you feel physically ill. Maybe if you apologise to the dummies for treating them like objects?
Or maybe if you just break all of them into pieces.
Notes:
1. Stating how you have wronged the person the mannequin resembles and apologising will cause the guilt and paranoia to vanish. But then, so will breaking them.
2. Could the mannequins sneak up on you? Move when you’re not looking? Sure! the floor, but there’s not going to be enough to survive on for any length of time.
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Despite his relatively small stature, he's also pretty strong. Besides that, his wings don't work like he's a bird or something. Part of how he flies has to do with telekinetic feather control as much as it does actually just flying. He can't fly if he loses too many feathers, but he has more control and more relative weight bearing capacity this way.
"All right, hang on," he says, but he's already moving as he says it. He can fly faster than the shopper zombies (what a terrible phrase, he thinks, but what else can he call them?) can run. Still, it's a close enough thing. He zips down to pick Kyle up. It may not be entirely dignified, but it's better than being trampled, right?
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"It's fucking Black Friday!" he despairs. "Oh my GOD dude, how long can you stay up here?!"
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He hovers there, looking above them at the ceiling. He spots a grate a little ways away, over a shelf. Well, at least that will give him somewhere to set Kyle while he tries to open the grate himself.
"Hang on, my dude," he says. He starts flying towards the grate. He's fast, even with a passenger, and the store isn't that big. The frenzied people below them, though, would probably trample them in a heartbeat. Good thing they're distracted for now by whatever sale they think is happening.
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As Hawks hovers closer to the grate, Kyle finally lets his grip loosen. Just a little. "Dude," he says. "I think we can fit in there, if your wings fold up enough. We need a way to get it open."
Below them someone howls and starts beating another person with a 80% Off sign. I's not terribly effective.
HELLO my apologies, I was on december hiatus!
"They fold up pretty tight. We'll fit," he says, reassuring himself as well as Kyle. He could probably shed a few feathers if he really needed to, but he hopes it doesn't come to that, since growing them back is never fast and there's absolutely nothing to be done to hurry that process along.
"Here, lemme set you on this shelf for a sec while I get the grate open," he says. It doesn't look like it's screwed into the ceiling, at least, thankfully. He should be able to just jimmy it open with enough pulling, but he needs his hands for that.
oh, no worries!
"Okay, good," he says, relieved. He's less ecstatic to be placed on the shelf, but it has to be done. Kyle clings to the shelving so tightly his knuckles turn white. He watches Hawks tug at the grate, only looking away when he feels the shelf vibrate. He looks down.
There are people climbing up the shelves.
Blank-eyed, drooling, they howl like the damned as they try to claw their way up. Kyle shrieks and looks around. He starts knocking things off he shelf as best he can. "HERE! Go away!"
Discount goods bonk off the heads of shoppers, calming some but driving others to keep climbing.
"Dude?!"
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"One more sec, man, we're gonna get out," he promises. It's not an empty reassurance, either, luckily.
He gets the grate off and turns to chuck it at the person nearest to reaching Kyle. He has good aim and it hits them hard enough to knock them off the shelf. It's just a grate, not a deadly weapon. Hawks isn't looking to seriously harm any of these shoppers, after all, just get Kyle out of danger.
He zips back down to grab Kyle again.
"These people really don't know when to quit, huh?"
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Kyle clings like Lois Lane to Superman.
"No," he says. "They don't. I haven't seen anything like this in years, dude."
Once he's close to the now open hole leading into the store's air ducts he reaches for the edges and pulls himself awkwardly inside. He wriggles down the vent, looking over his shoulder to see if Hawks can get in.
"You okay?"
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Okay, this isn't really heroic in his mind either, but he's helping Kyle not get trampled by shopper zombies, so he's gonna take this as a win.
"Lucky us," he says.
Hawks hovers for a second so he can catch Kyle if he slips. Once Kyle is up in the vent, he pulls himself in. It's not the most comfortable thing, of course. His wings don't work like normal bird wings; he can control his feathers with telekinesis (no the rules don't make sense, it's fine), so he can get his wings pretty close in against him. Still, this isn't his first choice.
"Yeah, I'm all right. This isn't my fave! But I couldn't find another way outta that shit show down there. Are you okay? No sudden urges to buy things on clearance or anything?"
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He starts crawling forward, bony knees making loud, hollow thunk noises as he does.
"Thanks for saving me. That was really impressive."
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"Good plan, man," he says. He follows close behind through the vent. He's a bit quieter, but that's just because he's used to stealth. He's not silent (he's not trying to be), but he's not quite as thunky as Kyle.
"Nah, it's just 'cause I can fly," he answers. "But you're welcome. It's kinda my job, but I like to think I'd have done it anyway."
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"You shouldn't downplay it, dude. God, you sound like David." He shakes his head. "Your job, huh? How the heck do you get into that as a job? And does it actually pay money?"
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They come from similar worlds, he thinks, or at least similar hero type backgrounds. That's probably why they get along so well.
"Oh, by the way. I'm Hawks. I didn't catch your name. Too busy running from shopper zombies. Heroes are paid where I'm from, yeah, it's a whole thing. I...gather that's pretty unique to my world. I'm the number two hero in Japan. Salary's not as high as you might think, but it comes with perks. You know, endorsements, public appearances, that kinda thing." He talks about it like it's normal everyday stuff more than like he's bragging. He's proud of his accomplishments, but he was literally raised to do it, so he's not too obnoxious talking about it. Or at least he tries not to be.
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Kyle looks back and grins. "Kyle. Hi. Sorry we're meeting by me screaming a lot and then putting my ass in your face."
He keeps crawling along. "I feel like that's more FAIR than what a lot of these guys get. My boyfriend is sorta a superhero too and as far as I know he gets jack shit besides a place to live."
Kyle pauses, peering out of a grate. Nope, not yet - still the department store below.
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"I'm learning that other heroes kinda get the shaft, yeah. My world has some problems, but at least we do get societal recognition and whatever. There are things we're working to fix. Not everyone trusts us." That's an understatement and he's well aware of it. He's a good representation of how fucked their system is, really, having been raised in it, having his family name taken away (not that he cares, since he's not attached to his dad's name anyway), having to be a spy, having to keep secrets, which he hates doing…but he doesn't talk about it.
"But we do get paid and I run my own agency and all of that. I think the pros and cons balance out for me. What do you back home?"
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Kyle looks back again. "Why wouldn't they trust you? Because of secret identities, or do people like, go rogue and attack civilians or something?"
He laughs and he turns back to peek out of another grate. Nope, not yet. "I was just a university student, dude."
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"Most of us don't have secret identities," he says, which is rich coming from him. Almost no one knows his actual name. That was part of the deal, since his father is a disgrace. But that's a whole family honour thing or some shit that Hawks himself doesn't care about. It's not the way some other worlds do it, it's not about safety. It's about reputation and other things like that. Hawks doesn't want to be associated with a man like his father anyway, so who cares!
"But yeah, there's villains. And some of them preach big about how heroes are messed up, or power structures. It seems attractive to people with no quirks, or with ones they don't see as useful. Or sometimes people just wanna burn the world down for fun, I guess. I dunno. I don't really get how villains work." That isn't true either. He's been working with them as a spy, so he's been hearing their crap for awhile. He knows how some of them work, but he doesn't buy it himself. He's not always sure of the reasons why heroes do things either, but he's all in.
"This store can't go on forever. We'll get out," he says, reassuring. He does believe that, at least. "What'd you study?"
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The whole secret identity thing he gets, but in a world where being a hero is your actual job Kyle figures it's a bit more like being a celebrity.
"I can understand being critical of a power structure," Kyle says. "Even the way you just said, oh, people with no quirks, I can see how that might come off as people feeling dismissed or less-than. But violence should not be the answer."
He nods. "I think we just have like, fifteen feet maybe. And I studied poli-sci and psych. I was gonna go to law school."
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"Yeah. It's not that what we have is perfect. I like being a hero but I wish we didn't have to go so hard. My dream is a world where heroes can relax and have time to just exist. I'm not a pacifist or anything, because I can't really afford to be, but I don't think the extremism we're seeing is any sort of answer." That much is true, no matter what lies he's had to tell the villains league to get them to accept him. He hates lying, actually.
"Almost out. Cool. Law school? That sounds like a ton of school. I never did the college thing, but I never had to. You seem like a smart guy. I bet you'll be a great lawyer when you get home and do all of that."
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Kyle moves to the next grate and peers out. "Yeah, I'm pretty smart I guess, but law school is fucking intense. My dad's a lawyer and he told me horror stories. Hey! Dude, this one looks out over the mall! We made it!"