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

Some new (and old) friends

[keyofimagination]

[After an hour and a half of the new comers stumble upon this dimension, three new people come onto the scenes. One of them looks almost human, except for his strange monochrome skin and, if anyone were to recognize the man, he seems like a dead ringer for the man Rod Serling.

If anyone was worried that he would start a monologue about how you’re now stuck inside of The Twilight Zone, you will be glad to realize that he seems too busy frantically looking over a stack of papers to be doing any of that.

When he finally reaches the group of new people, he looks up and clears his throat, seemingly trying to keep his composure.]

Good afternoon everyone. I’ve been informed that something strange happened with the portals and I’m here to investigate this.

Please do not panic, as we would never dream of kidnapping your from your homes intentionally. You see, we activated our portals today for a soft opening, and those privy to the opening to Progress City would come test it out before going home. Something clearly went wrong, but hopefully we’ll be able to fix it up in no time.

[ilovepuppies]

YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOU

[oh my god here she comes]

[keyofimagination]

[Oh god is she going to tackle him?]

Uh... hello Star?

[dothebackslide]

DO A FLIP!

[keyofimagination]

I'd really rather not.

[hallotween]

[SCREAMS AND SLIDE-TACKLES HIM]

[keyofimagination]

[And he's on the floor. You better thank god he's a robot, Marnie.]

I... missed you two, Marnie...

[seasonthree]

And how are we supposed to trust you, weird.... man... creature...?

How do I know for sure that you didn't do this on purpose?

[keyofimagination]

Audio Animatronic, actually.

I have no reason to everyone hostage in my own city. I like to think myself as a leader who shies away from doing cruel things to anyone.

[kindaruledatit]

[Where has she seen that monochrome face befo-OH]

Oh, hey! You're that dude! The guy who turned into a tank, right? Uhhh, Rod.

[keyofimagination]

[Wendy how could you already forget Mr Gay Drama?]

... Yes, that is my name. It's been awhile, hasn't it?

[notasingleword]

Are you going to make us kill each other again?

[keyofimagination]

[He sighs. He doesn't seem annoyed at Ariel but gosh did he get that a lot.]

I am deeply regretful of the things I've done while trapped in purgatory. I was in a bad place and was convinced it was the only way out. The actions I have done still haunt me.

I can promise you from the bottom of my heart that I'm in a much better place now and I have every intention on keeping everyone safe while you're here.

[derring_do]

[Della's just like. Instantly okay with this.]

Hi! Do you have notebooks here? I left mine back at home and I've been dying to write all this down.

[keyofimagination]

[He seems kind of shocked by her reaction.]

We do have some notebooks at the mall. Most housing has some free stationary in it as well.

... You seem to be taking this rather well.

[allknowledgegoodknowledge]

Rather drab looking fellow for a not-kidnapper, aren't you.

[keyofimagination]

I like to think I'm a relatively attractive being.

[tadaishi]

So we're here because of a glitch?

[Tadashi doesn't look angry, just shocked.]

[flowersonthewall]

Meep?

[Beaker's pretty relieved to know there's a reason behind all this, and also that- apparently- Bunsen isn't the reason behind it. And he certainly knows the feeling of having a technological experiment backfire horribly. So he's automatically more sympathetic about this whole situation.

That relief dampens ever so slightly when an awful lot of people start accusing this grayscale man of blood rituals.]

Mimee-muhmeep blood mimeemuh? Minimiimeeep mimimee-meep mi?

[He points over at some of the ones angriest at Rod, then back at Rod himself. He's asking if the "blood ritual" thing is true, but he doesn't seem to be able to get the words out.]

[greatwidesomewhere]

[Belle can't help but feel a little bit of relief at the sight of someone with some authority in this place; at least she can get some answers, some reassurance that she'll be able to return home soon. She approaches him, hands folded in front of her primly; if you were expecting a verbal lashing, Rod, you've got the wrong Belle.]

Excuse me, monsieur? My name is Belle. You said there was a way we can return to our homes...?

[lusito]

Rod. Buddy. Pal.

[hi former murdergame host we actually like, Joshua is... happy to see you, sure, but also frowning as he holds up the band on his arm]

What the hell is this and why can't I get it off.

[standingonmyneck]

[Don't mind Daria, she was just writing this all down. She stayed eerily quiet for a long time before finally speaking up. She had to play this smart, she was in the company of everyone brought here. Good people and bad people.

She had to remember her stance in this. A lot rode on how she acted in this unusual place. She survived Koriko, she had to survive now.]

You're asking a lot out of us for someone who used rather choice words like "never dreaming of kidnapping intentionally".

[drawntodream]

A- soft opening?

[Amusement park. Soft opening. Those privy would test, then go home-]

-then the pocket dimension thing... that was real? I didn't- um.

[She can put the logic together easily enough, but the actual thought that multiple worlds connect here is a little much for her. Sorry, Mayor, give her a moment. Eventually, she breathes:]

That doesn't seem like the kind of error that will be fixed quite so quickly.

[angelgoatdemon]

I have few questions!

[hey rod it's the goat who mcfreaking up and died in the middle of dismaland]

How'd you manage to bring me back? I thought that was impossible or something? Also what happens if people die in this dimension? [Quiet gasp] Is there a mini-Elysium?

[not_over_yet]

[ . . . ]

Rod. The list of people I will accept kidnapping in lieu of sending an invitation is very short. You are not on it.

[ He remembers the pocket dimension y'all were working on, so at least he can guess where they are now--and he's already decided there's less sinister intent this time round.

He's a good deal more outraged than mere sinister intent would merit. This is just rude, to a degree even he finds unacceptable. HDU. HDU, sir. ]