progresscity | 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.]

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Ah, I see. Given that this place has the appearance of a theme park, perhaps the same will be true here?

Oh, I don't doubt that.

[She'd been given quite the lowdown now. She had to calm her nerves for the sake of logic. Daria had a few many questions, besides the obvious ones. She was kind of desperate for answers, willing to even ask strangers.]

A few people are talking about trials and murder, you wouldn't know anything about that, would you?

Oh, that? It was a feature of the last time we were suddenly whisked away to another world: a bunch of us were made to play a game to see who could get others among the group killed without anyone catching them in the act or figuring out who the killer was!

[Doesn't that just sound like fun, Daria?]

[...So much fun that she looked right at the portal for a second. She knew she couldn't waltz through, but an opening of an escape...no luck. Dammit.

What the heck did she get into?]

Sounds like a wild time. You make it sound so casual that it goes right around to sounding incredibly crazy.

[Get her out of here.]

Well, given the amount of time I've had to deal with these type of "games", you end up becoming rather used to them. Soon, it's just an average Tuesday listening to announcements about why you should give in to the joy of committing murder.

[... Only you could possibly think that, Joshua.]

[Daria was debating on how much she could actually believe this. Or stand it. A world that lived on constant slapstick, yeah. The despair apocalypse, sure.]

Again, casual to crazy. I don't know how you could get used to being in a room with potential murderers that murder for the sake of murder.

Oh no, it wasn't always just for the sake of murder: some weeks we'd get motives like "kill someone and we'll let you go home!", or "kill someone, and I'll use magic to somehow bring your loved one back to life!", and so on and so forth.

So, they gave you incentives constantly.

[Daria's distaste meter went up, but it wasn't toward the gent in front of her.]

Trapped you a room with no way out and it was either murder or be stuck there forever. Or worse.

Exactly. I believe the games went on for about a year before we all finally did something about it.

Games, huh. I assume that's what they called it.

[Sour outlook got a little bit more sour, but at least now she has information and something to keep her eye on. If her life depended on it. She had to live. Screw the people who would dare to pull her into such a mess.]

I also assume you didn't expect to be here at the end of it. But that's a given. I'd hate to ask, but if there's any reason why you can assume that will happen again, I think the class would like to know.

[She was choosing to stay calm. No reason to believe it was happening if there was no proof of it.]

Of course. If this experience had taught me anything, it's that it's best to keep everyone informed and not to leave someone hanging in the dark.

I can actually agree with that.

[It was getting a bit harder to get a full opinion of how she felt about everything going on in this conversation. She decided maybe it was best to go into neutral and not really engage into anything far riskier.]

Expect the unexpected may be a thing, but I don't really know how much I shouldn't expect at this rate then. You just proved that.

[Joshua simply laughs a little at that, before he speaks again.]

So, do you have a name that I can call you by?

[She doesn't mind intros like this. With a beat.]

I might. It's Daria.

[At that, he nods.]

Well, hello Daria. My name is Joshua.

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