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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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That turns his snickering into a full cackle. "THAT'S it. Not giving anyone the satisfaction. You're such a brat."
He nips at Quentin's pulse. "As if I could trust you to keep yourself restrained." His hands skate up under Quentin's shirt. "You're so pretty."
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Quentin rolls his eyes. "Of course you would pick that part out of a much longer and more complex explanation," he mutters. "Plus you've never seen him smug it's the worst. He's an insufferable example of toxic masculinity."
He squeaks pleasantly at that little nip and it dissolves into giggles as Kyle insists upon his untrustworthiness. "Shuuuutuuuuup," he groans. Writhing in the bright light of those compliments. "But don't actually..."
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Kyle snickers. "Oh, so we'd probably get along great. We could talk about flannel and pickups."
Kyle licks the place he's nipped before he bites at Quentin's shoulder a little harder. "You are, dude. You have perfect skin, for one thing."
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His face twists up into a comically disgusted look and he takes Kyle's shirt in both fists. "If you keep insinuating there's anything the same about the two of you I will lay waste to the both you," he whines, but when Kyle bites him a little it's easy to forget he's trying to be threatening.
"Good genes," he smiles. "And an expensive skin care routine. Or at least it was..."
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Quentin might be able to melt galaxies, but Kyle doesn't fear him one iota. Especially when he's whining like that.
"Mmhmm." He shuffles up to kiss Quentin's mouth. "Pretty mouth. I think about it a lot."
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AS much as he likes to be thought of as fearsome, he loves that Kyle finds him cute, and funny, and lovable instead. Even if word getting out about any of that is a little nerve-racking too.
He melts for that kiss until his eyebrows bounce up out of some pleasant little surprise. "That's the perviest thing I've ever heard you say," he says, a blush coming back to his cheeks almost immediately. "And it made me like instantly hard."
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Kyle folds his hands on Quentin's chest and rests his chin on them. "Really?" His own cheeks are likewise pink. "I guess everything REALLY pervy I've mostly said to you in our minds, huh?" He shifts his body and presses against Quentin more deliberately.
"...you weren't kidding."
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"Yeah, mostly. And I guess it's not really pervy. It's kind of mainstream in its perviness. You know? It's like that quintessentially pervy thing people say, like a pencil moustache or licking your lips at someone, or 'you've got a pretty mouth,'" He rambles, running his fingers through Kyle's hair, down his neck and between his shoulder blades.
"I know! It was weirdly hot! Like really hot," he smiles innocently. "What do you mean you think about it a lot, anyway? What do you think about it?"
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"Well. Your lips are really well formed, which is good since you pout so fucking much."
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"I do not!" he pouts. But his protests dissolve as he wraps himself around Kyle when the man rolls his hips against him. "Mmh... I've never really though about my lips. Most people mention my nose. But I like that you like them. I like the way you too at me. I like your hazelly eyes, and your curly hair, and your stellar cheek bones and your Roman nose and the fucking way you look at me when you know you're right."
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"I'm usually right," Kyle says as he pulls back enough to see Quentin's expression. His cheeks are pink but he looks so incredibly happy.
Kyle places a hand gently on Quentin's cheek. "I love your cute button nose, too. And I love touching your head. It's just neat feeling. I love your smooth bod, and your snobbishness, and your infuriating ability to talk me into things. I love your scientifically optimal dick."
He kisses his lips softly. "I love you. It's gonna be hard for me to stop saying it now that I have, you know."
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"Pftf. Sure. When you're agreeing with me," he teases, glad to be able to look Kyle in the eye while he's looking as smug as he is.
He nuzzles the hand on his cheek shamelessly, and hangs onto that kiss a bit longer just to graze the swell of Kyle's bottom lip with his tongue. "That's ok. I'm kind of hooked on it. I love you so much it's stupid."
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"Yeah." It's not entirely clear what Kyle is agreeing to - really it's more of an affirmation of them than anything else.
He drags a hand up Quentin's thigh, stopping close to where his leg joins his body. "So. Uhm. You wanna...?"
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"Right now there's a dude locking the gate to this store because he thinks it's closing time. It'll be like an hour before he shakes it off and the rest of the mall clues him in so we've got the place to ourselves," he smiles. "Take me Kyle Broflovski, you friggin hunk."
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"I love your powers. They're so useful." He kisses Quentin on the mouth, slow and warm.
"I feel kinda dirty doing this. It's... kinda cool. You uhm. Want me to top?"
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"Doing what? Topping? Or just like... having sex in a Crate & Barrel?"
He nods tat the question though. "Yeah. I mean if you want to."
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"You can untie yourself to get naked, stupid."
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It's all a little play to take the nerves out of Kyle who definitely keeps glancing around to see if they're alone. Sitting up, his restrains dissolve and he reaches for his boyfriend. "It's ok. There's no one in here. I cleared it. I promise."
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When Quentin sits up he goes to him easily, hands moving to slip Quentin's shirt off of his shoulders. "I know," he says. "I believe you. I can tell when you're lying, for one thing. For another you have no reason not to clear the place. I'm cool."
He nuzzles into Quentin again. "For seriously. Plus it's like... I'm a little nervous, but in a fun way." He rains kisses all along Quentin's neck to his shoulder.
"I have stuff in my bag."
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He kisses Kyle's face and his ear and his neck as he pushes the shirt off his body. "Can you? Tell when I'm lying?" he asks. "How?" One part delighted and one part skeptical he flops back and wrestles with his pants while awaiting his answer.
"It's ok. Nervous and excited are like roommates," he assures moving on to Kyle's pants when his own are out of the way. "I thought you would. You boy scout," he pecks Kyle's cheek. "Jew scout. I know. But like I don't think I can go around saying that without coming off as antisemitic..."
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"I can," Kyle insists. He watches with equal parts amusement and lust at all of Quentin's wriggling. "You get like, even MORE flippant than usual. And there's this weird like, brittle quality to your anger? I don't know how to describe it better than that. Not that you lie to me very much at all, actually."
He worms out of his jeans and boxer-briefs. Feeling a little exposed, he tugs up the display blanket. It's very soft. "No, I guess not. It does sound bad. I'm sorry I got so mad about it when we were still like, getting to know each other. I didn't realise at the time how it sounded, I just thought you were making fun of me."
He kisses Quentin's lips softly. "I know you're not like that. For the record. You make fun of me for much BETTER reasons."
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He watches Kyle shamelessly when the man gets undressed too. He is perhaps a little bit more bold about these things than Kyle. His choice in swimwear a testament to that. But mostly he's just committed to proving to Kyle his own attractiveness. "You've got great legs, you know? And most skinny guys have flat butts. But you don't. You have an adorable butt," he says, pressing immediately up against him as he slides under the blankets.
"Course I do. It's just a bad look on a punk-adjacent dude with a shaved head." He points out. "I tease and I pester out of love, though." Like Kyle doesn't know that already, when it's probably the key to tolerating Quentin.
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He can feel his skin flush pink when Quentin watches him. "Thanks. I've always kinda known my ass is my best quality."
He grins. "Yeah. Yeah, I know. And you know what else? I'm glad you do. I think it would be harder for us if we didn't both enjoy a little antagonism."
He kisses Quentin again. "Your butt is cute, too. I promise to be nice to it."
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He gives Kyle a funny look. Although it's not without a smile it seems to be biting back some remark about Kyle's best assets. "It's a great ass for sure but there's a lot of great things about you, dummy." He reminds, wrapping his legs around Kyle when he slides a little closer, until he's got something warm and sturdy to writhe against.
His cheeks go a little pink and his breath comes out in soft warm puffs when he loses himself for a moment, grinding against Kyle. "I hope so. This is officially its first rodeo. I said that right? Not that it matters. I think I said that."
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Kyle truly doesn't understand the look. He considers asking about it, or explaining that he thinks his brains and personality are attractive enough, but wrapping himself around his wriggling boyfriend is more appealing. Maybe later.
"You did. I haven't forgotten. And no pressure, okay? We don't have to. I'm perfectly happy doing whatever, as long as it's with you and we both have fun."
Kyle sneaks a hand between them to grip Quentin's cock and stroke slowly.
"You're pretty when you blush, Q."
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