Time for a Cinnabon!

[polymods]

✖ 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…?

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!

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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.

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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.

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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.

Come on Jessica, come on Tori! Let's go to the mall, you won't be sorry!

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Comments

[helpdesk_hero]

Communicate with the planet?

[Yes, as we all know.]

That's nto something that exists back home. Well, except for what happens with Krakoa.

[unkindled_madness]

The Planet being the source of our magic.

[His hopes of encountering anyone from another world who knows the first thing about planetology continue to dwindle.]

What is Krakoa?

[helpdesk_hero]

Krakoa is a living island in my world. It's sentient, and while we can speak to it, only one person understands what it's saying, so he communicates for it. It gives us a home and a shelter.

[unkindled_madness]

...that is similar in concept, yes. I'm not certain why only the island would be sentient. Perhaps it's a facet of your planet.

[helpdesk_hero]

It's a mutant, like we are. Mutants stick together.

[When they are good enough to make sure Krakoa is fed.]

[unkindled_madness]

Hm.

I'm sure it would be an interesting place to visit.

[helpdesk_hero]

It would.

[No reason to say that humans weren't welcome as a safety concern.]

Were you good with this Materia stuff?

[unkindled_madness]

[Of course, because visiting is an unlikely hypothetical at this point. Not because the rule wouldn't apply to Sephiroth.]

Yes. I would consider myself an expert in its use.

[helpdesk_hero]

[Well, it's also got a lot of trees and plants. Very flammable.]

So you're a swordsman AND a magician?

[unkindled_madness]

I would hardly call myself a "magician," but yes, I suppose so.

Materia use is becoming increasingly commonplace. Most simply lack proficiency.

[helpdesk_hero]

[A world where magic is that common and that accepted, what an interesting thought.]

Does everyone there handle swords like yours too?

[unkindled_madness]

Not like mine.

[He clearly takes some pride in that. His is a special stabby.]

[helpdesk_hero]

[God say that out loud so he can laugh over a special stabby.]

How is yours different?

[Please tell him it's the length.]

[unkindled_madness]

[He would never actually call it that, sorry.]

A blade this long would be far too unwieldy for a man of average strength.

[helpdesk_hero]

And you're not of average strength?

[Sure the man is tall, but he didn't look built for power. Not that such meant a lot of things.]

[unkindled_madness]

[David, do you need to see him shirtless? There's definitely muscle.

And Sephiroth clearly thinks the answer to that question should be obvious.]

Do I seem like it?

[helpdesk_hero]

[Perhaps he does, not that either of them wouldn't be awkward afterward probably. That's just how it would go.]

I can see the way you move, it talks about someone who knows how to make use of the force they can generate, but other than being tall and the degree of elegance of movement, I can't say if you are or not. Average strength can vary between worlds, and we're from different worlds. Like me? I'm pretty fit and of decent strength, but my friend Teddy is way past what I would see as average because the species his father is? They're from a world with twice the gravity of Earth, so their muscles are way more compact and powerful. So he seems to have super strength when his strength is, in a lot of ways, only a bit above average for someone of his genetic background.

[unkindled_madness]

[That's a much more nuanced answer than he was expecting.

Average for someone of his genetic background...]

Hm. I assumed you would be familiar with the average strength of a human, but I suppose there could be differences in that, between my Planet and Earth.

[helpdesk_hero]

Yes, I am familiar with the average strength of a human. On Earth. Where I know what gravity is, and can do the math for it. Where I know what our evolved muscle density is. So yeah, it's not something I can just assume. And that sword...

[He gestures at it even though clearly Sephiroth knows what David means.]

There are things in my world that will cut through a car like butter without a lot of strength behind them. Adamantium and Vibranium come to mind. So some of what you did could be strength, and some could be the sword.

[unkindled_madness]

It is steel, not adamant.

[He shakes his head.]

Regardless, I am... not average. [To answer the question, since apparently it requires answering.]

[helpdesk_hero]

Merely steel. Which means you're definitely above what a human would consider average. Which could be an affect of your world.

[Or have something to do with the wonder that was Sephiroth's eyes.]

I think you're pretty impressive.

[unkindled_madness]

...men in SOLDIER do undergo a procedure to enhance their strength.

[Let him provide a plausible explanation. Of course if he ever went through said procedure, he was too young to remember it, but he doesn't have to say that.

Not average, but not inhuman, see?]

[helpdesk_hero]

[A procedure. David immediately winces. No 'procedure to enhance their strength' is likely anything but morally questionable.]

I'm sorry you went through that. Couldn't be pleasant.

[unkindled_madness]

[Sephiroth blinks, looking aside at him in some surprise. What's with that reaction? He didn't even describe the procedure.]

It's simply part of the program.

[helpdesk_hero]

In my world they wanted to make stronger people to fight wars. Super soldiers. From what I understand of the experiences of the few people that survived the process, it was very painful.