Intro Log

[progressmods]

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.]

Comments

[allknowledgegoodknowledge]

[Eclipsa has had, frankly, a hell of a day. She was looking forward to something like a nap but she also wasn't entirely sure she was going to get any sleep. So she had gotten into her pajamas, poured a cup of tea, picked up that tempting little ticket, sipped her cup, and-

Well that's curious, isn't it?

She twirls the spoon in her cup idly as she examines her surroundings, trying to grasp the unusual sights and sounds around her. There had been some advancements over the course of three hundred years, but this seemed above and beyond the pale. Was this really Mewni? Or had some other judgements like being popped in to make sure she was imprisoned again?

For the moment, she decides to simply sit in one of the seats, tapping one of her fuzzy slippers, and she worked towards finishing her cup. No sense letting it go to waste.]

[kindaruledatit]

[...There's always different ways to accept waking up in a strange new place, but this is one of the stranger.]

You're, uh... looking pretty comfy there.

[allknowledgegoodknowledge]

Yes, the seats are surprisingly tasteful, all things considered.

[kindaruledatit]

Well, you got that right. The last place I suddenly found myself in was an old mansion, emphasis on the old.

[allknowledgegoodknowledge]

Ooooh, creepy and crawly I hope! I've been looking for a nice vacation home along those lines.

[kindaruledatit]

Ehh, more like with weird ghosts. At least at first, then the walking bag of bugs decided to show up, and that was when it got really bad.

[allknowledgegoodknowledge]

...That's a committed aesthetic, I'll give it that.

[kindaruledatit]

It only got worse. Starting with, like.... he made us sing him a birthday song.

[allknowledgegoodknowledge]

What complete and utter horror. Truly, I will never sleep at night again.

[notasingleword]

[Well this lady seems to be... calm for some reason. Maybe she knows what's up.]

Um hey... do you know what's going on around here?

[allknowledgegoodknowledge]

Oh, not the faintest idea, dear.

[notasingleword]

I see... does that mean you were dragged here too then?

[allknowledgegoodknowledge]

Quite possibly! I mean, I don't know if dragged is per se the right word choice. Kidnapped? Adultnapped? Snatched? Oh that's fun, snatched. I was snatched.

How is your snatching going?

[notasingleword]

This is terrible! I just escaped one "adult"napping to another! I was supposed to get away from there and start over!

[allknowledgegoodknowledge]

Oh goodness, dearie, what a terrible pattern to find yourself in. Are you quite alright?

[notasingleword]

As long as we're not forced to kill each other I might be fine.

[allknowledgegoodknowledge]

...That would be a damper on the situation, I would think.

[angelgoatdemon]

Queen Eclipsa?

[The former High Chancellor had almost dismissed the stranger at first, but a closer look at her face with those cheek marks took him by surprise.]

[allknowledgegoodknowledge]

[Oh, someone who recognizes her here, that's new. She smiles politely and raises a teacup in greeting.]

Good afternoon, dear, how are-

[....hm. That's a familiar face. Mostly. She was pretty sure the old goat wasn't a skeleton the last time she saw him.]

You.

[angelgoatdemon]

[Oh boy he has no idea of what went down back home, and with the Commission. And despite the imprisonment being pretty important, he kind of just. assumes they let her go, somehow.]

You look well, your Majesty, I didn't know Rhombulus let you go.

[allknowledgegoodknowledge]

[Her grip tightens on her cup, but she manages to let her smile stay on her face. There's really no need for any big displays of emotions. What's done is done. She doesn't even know if Lekmet knew like the other members of the Commission knew. And sure, there's a part of her that thinks "it doesn't matter he's still one of THEM." But that can wait for another time. After pleasantries, perhaps.]

Ah, thank you Lekmet. You look... thin.

"Let" might be a strong word for Rhomby.

[angelgoatdemon]

It's uh- a long story.

[At least he could talk normally now with the help of a collar, which he's tugging at nervously. It's fine, everything's fine, there's no more murder or anything like that, right? Best to take a slight step back.]

Oh...good to hear he's still as stubborn as ever, I think. How's Mewni treating you?

[allknowledgegoodknowledge]

I can only imagine.

[She twirls the spoon in her cup thoughtfully before making a "ehhhhhhh" motion with her hand.]

Although, I do love this new hand movement for "iffsy-sosy" they have. Its so charming! [She keeps waving her hand like that, gleefully.]

[angelgoatdemon]

[ :D !!!

He mirrors the gesture til his hand sort of falls off. Ah, skeleton problems. Once he casually picks it up and re-attaches it, he grins.]

Gestures go a long way back when I couldn't talk. Have you seen Star around? I reckon she might've said a thing or two about it.

[allknowledgegoodknowledge]

Yes, I saw her running around a bit here and there but we haven't had the chance to speak yet. Energetic as ever, she seems.

I did notice the talking thing, that's charming. A gift from Rhomby I suppose?