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progresscity2018-04-01 10:44 am
progressmods) wrote in progresscity2018-04-01 10:44 am
Entry tags:
Intro Log
Who: Everyone!
What: Your first magical day
Where: Progress City Tranport Center
When: Right now
Warnings: None planned!
[Today you found a ticket to a theme park. It seems relatively normal, except that it reads: Lifetime Parkhopper Pass to Progress City. ”The Most Magical Pocket Dimension in the Multiverse!” This is not a theme park you have ever heard of, if you live in a world where theme parks are of the norm.
For some reason you’re drawn to the ticket. There’s something… magical in this piece of paper, and you can practically hear it calling out to you, and you feel compelled to pick it up. It’s strange, but it’s a piece of paper, what’s the worst that could happen?
However, the moment you pick it up, you feel yourself being pulled. There is nothing pulling you but there is an overwhelming sensation that something is pulling you by the chest into the ground. You don’t have time to process what’s going on before you suddenly fall over, the strange feeling going away the moment you hit the ground.
It takes a few moments for you to regain your bearings, but as you look up you are suddenly hit with the fact that, wherever you were before, you certainly aren’t there anymore. It appears to be a transport station of some sort, and a very sleek and new one at that. Monorails pass by the station every couple of minutes, with small, slower moving vehicles consistently move in and out of the center.
The innermost wall, right behind where you stand, is lined with portals. It appears that you came in through this portal, but if you try to go back the way you came in, you’ll find that you are unable to enter it, no matter how hard you try.
While the realization that you are now trapped in this strange place, you will soon find that you also have a strange band strapped to your dominant wrist. No matter how hard you try to take it off, it seems like it’s stuck on there.
At least you’re not alone, along with a bunch of other people who arrived around the same time you did, there are humanoid people who seemed to be intrigued by your arrival. They’re all generally nice, but get confused if you ask them why you’re here and why you can’t leave. They will, however, happily tell you the name of the place you’re in if you ask:
Progress City.]
What: Your first magical day
Where: Progress City Tranport Center
When: Right now
Warnings: None planned!
[Today you found a ticket to a theme park. It seems relatively normal, except that it reads: Lifetime Parkhopper Pass to Progress City. ”The Most Magical Pocket Dimension in the Multiverse!” This is not a theme park you have ever heard of, if you live in a world where theme parks are of the norm.
For some reason you’re drawn to the ticket. There’s something… magical in this piece of paper, and you can practically hear it calling out to you, and you feel compelled to pick it up. It’s strange, but it’s a piece of paper, what’s the worst that could happen?
However, the moment you pick it up, you feel yourself being pulled. There is nothing pulling you but there is an overwhelming sensation that something is pulling you by the chest into the ground. You don’t have time to process what’s going on before you suddenly fall over, the strange feeling going away the moment you hit the ground.
It takes a few moments for you to regain your bearings, but as you look up you are suddenly hit with the fact that, wherever you were before, you certainly aren’t there anymore. It appears to be a transport station of some sort, and a very sleek and new one at that. Monorails pass by the station every couple of minutes, with small, slower moving vehicles consistently move in and out of the center.
The innermost wall, right behind where you stand, is lined with portals. It appears that you came in through this portal, but if you try to go back the way you came in, you’ll find that you are unable to enter it, no matter how hard you try.
While the realization that you are now trapped in this strange place, you will soon find that you also have a strange band strapped to your dominant wrist. No matter how hard you try to take it off, it seems like it’s stuck on there.
At least you’re not alone, along with a bunch of other people who arrived around the same time you did, there are humanoid people who seemed to be intrigued by your arrival. They’re all generally nice, but get confused if you ask them why you’re here and why you can’t leave. They will, however, happily tell you the name of the place you’re in if you ask:
Progress City.]
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They do. Even when I'm not involved they do. [like the lord of the sea doesn't even want you to succeed] Well maybe if you asked these fine.. [actually they're all still quite ugly] these decent folks nicely... have you ever thought of that? being nice?
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If you weren't involved then you don't know if they succeeded or not. So there.
[it's. weird. to actually have something to talk to Krabs about again (even if it's just the fact that they've both ended up who-knows-where with no explanation), because there's nothing to steal right now. it's easy enough to still argue with him but also it's deeply unsettling to just like. not be out for his entire career at this very second.]
And no, I haven't thought of being nice. I am not nice. I'm an evil genius. I really didn't take you for one to ask such stupid questions, Krabs.
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[and then all you cared about was getting your tiny mitts on me secret formula, but lets not get into that right now. He still has no clue where the heck they are and the heat is beginning to agitate him, moreso than he is being around his ex again. His boxing gloves are also beginning to feel heavier and warmer inside the longer he wears them-- oh? there's some kind of silicone band around his meaty wrist, and looking at Plankton he seems to be wearing one of a different color too. Maybe he should take his own advice and.. be nice to him? the guy won't change for anything so he might as well make his time here worth it with as little arguing as possible.]
Well. Nicer. You need to open your self up more.
[Ah, by giving him life advice. got it.]
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[That's. Not necessarily a lie. Except that he used to be nice to Krabs because they were friends (his only friend), before Krabs had gone and ruined that like he ruins everything to this very day. He doesn't exactly like being reminded of that, especially by him, and if Krabs was hoping for any sort of response other than embitterment he's gonna be real disappointed.]
And I am not going to sit here and take life advice from you! Not now and not ever.
[It's hard to get any more worked up than just bitter annoyance, though, and he belatedly realizes he doesn't even know how to talk to Krabs anymore when he isn't yelling at him or trying to take something from him. He dislikes it immensely.]
You know what, forget it. Why don't you just go back to whatever you were doing before?