the prism (
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chroma2022-01-24 03:50 pm
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WEEKEND ZERO: MINGLE
GREETINGS

Unnerving. That may be the best word to describe how the vibes feel as your sight begins to clear and you find yourself on the ground. The air is chilly, and you don't see anything that may represent the sun or the moon for a sense of time. You look around expecting to find some sort of buildings, wildlife, or anything of use, but your immediate line of vision only shows a sprawling monochrome landscape.
Are you feeling adventurous? As you get to your feet, you have the opportunity to wander further and begin assessing the situation. You'll quickly find that the only thing on your person are the clothes on your back. Traveling will eventually lead you to a few areas, though none of them appear very promising either.
Don't stray too far, however. While there are few hints of plant life (nothing nourishing, nothing satisfying), you won't find much else. There's no food or running water; resources seem scarce. The further you go, the more you begin to feel colder and weaker. Your eyes begin to play tricks on you, and everything ahead of you looks unfocused and even more gray than before. An imminent sense of danger hangs above you...you can't quite pinpoint why, but your gut instinct says there's something else out there just lying beyond your reach.
Perhaps you'll have luck another day. For now, it seems as though your only option is to make use of the areas you do have access to and try to settle in. But don't worry, you aren't alone. There's 35 other people just waiting to see what you'll do next.

Welcome to your weekend zero intro to
Things of note!
► You can find food (cotton candy, stale hot dog buns with no hot dogs, etc) in the carnival, but none of it is filling. It's monochrome, and you're hungry again five minutes later.
► There's water in the mansion but it's kind of grey.
► Seriously, it's cold.
► You arrive in your canon outfit. It is also monochrome, like someone drained the dye out of your clothes.
Stay tuned for more updates throughout the weekend, and happy settling!

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[ Danny glances around in confusion, blinking at the strange way everything seems to be drained of color. He holds himself tight as the chill settles in, rubbing his arms through his strangely gray T-shirt for warmth. When he spots the clock in the tree, he huffs an annoyed sigh and rolls his eyes. ]
Figures.
[ So anyway, this is Danny now trying to climb the tree to get to the clock. It's...not going as well as he'd like. He's not particularly adept at climbing, unfortunately, so he slips and falls a few times, or finds himself hanging from a branch. Once stuck, he just glares at the broken clock in the tree, so close but so far away. ]
I swear, Clockwork, if you're behind this I'm gonna...I'm gonna smash your stupid clock to pieces!
b. lab sweet lab
[ Danny wanders around the lab, wary but thorough in his examination of it. He peers around the tubes, up at the ceiling, leans in to get a closer look at the machinery... As he does, he mutters to himself: ]
Okaaaaay, spooky abandoned lab. That's always a good sign.
[ he suddenly feels the hairs on his neck stand up and whirls around, but no one is there. He does spot some kind of...monster-thing inside one of the tubes, though. Completely still, except for the tiniest movement from it. Did it just...blink at him? ]
Okay, nuh-uh, no way. I'm not dealing with this today. I'm getting out of here. [ Danny turns around to leave. ]
At least it's already trashed.
c. food crimes food crimes!!
[ Danny ravenously bites into a hot dog he scavenged from the carnival. Then he chews for a few seconds and immediately spits it back out. ]
Augh, are you serious?! They don't even put anything in it?! What kind of carnival is this?
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I see...
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What? See what? There's nothing in them to see! [ He directs the cross-section of the bun where he took a bite to her face. ]
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[ important questions. ]
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Um... [ scrunches his nose as he thinks about it, smacks his lips as he recalls the lingering flavor of it ] ...stale. Really stale. And, actually--aw man, is it moldy? [ starts inspecting the bun ] Did I just eat a moldy hot dog bun?
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The flow of time is pretty wild, but you don't have to take it out on the clock, you know? Don't kill the messenger!
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anyway, Danny shakes his head and focuses on the more important part of this. ]
Wait, what tall guy?
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[buzen won't like. climb the tree but he will wait at the bottom in case danny needs a spot??? please humans are so fragile]
Is... Is Clockwork our enemy?
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Uhhh...maybe? Sometimes? He's kinda hard to get a read on, honestly.
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[no buzen you are simply a fool
that said he'll watch danny struggle for another second before - ]
Do you need a hand?
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[ he finally unhooks the last little branch from his weirdly-gray-now jeans and...fully falls out of the tree, collapsing in the gangliest, most awkward heap imaginable ]
Ooof!
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A fucking haunted one, obviously.
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You a tiny little exorcist or something?
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You got a thing against clocks, treeboy?
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Not usually. But clocks plus getting teleported-slash-time-travelled to wherever? Then, yeah, I might have something about clocks in that situation.
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[ sup danny, here's a random ye olde that had entered the lab while you were getting winked at by a chupacabra in a can or something. ]
Trashed, that is. And eerie. [ the vibes here are terrible, actually! ]
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... small comforts, there. The whispering doesn't do much to help.
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jiuqing looks from the spat-out hot dog to danny.]
What were you expecting to be in it...?
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