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chroma2022-02-12 10:24 am
saturations) wrote in chroma2022-02-12 10:24 am
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WEEKEND ZERO: OVERFLOW
WOW
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
chroma! While characters have access to the locations available, they do not have access to anything else including their home items. Please note that characters do not know what their primary color or complementary colors are as of yet, and IC profiles are not in-play at this time. 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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This close, Kashuu can see Pride Sadako's long hair gleaming and shimmering with iridescent liquid color and metallics, dripping down onto the ground, leaving bright puddles in her wake. Her damp hair parts enough that he can see one bright, vividly glowing eye, round and large, and a too-large mouth that seems as though it's frozen in a scream. She seems like she's watching him cautiously when he raises his hands, and she trembles slightly and raises her spindly clawed hands, which are also dripping with brightly colored liquid. But then with a sudden jerky motion she turns towards Hot Pants and lets out a high pitched wailing shriek.]
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[Yeah, this is no good. Sorry, Kashuu, you can have your nice talk with Pride Sadako there, but Hot Pants is now focused on the door, and the door alone. The spirits brush against her, and she almost doubles over, energy , but the ferocity of her movement keeps her going. She's almost tripping over herself, but she manage to try to reach the door, twisting her head back as she hears the wail, her chest heaving. She's not opening it yet, but her hand is reached out to it, threatening.]
Ha! If you don't want me to open this door, then stop this! Stop all of this!! Let us go-!
[Honestly, maybe what's behind the door is worse!! She doesn't know! She just knows she's under attack and she needs to kick Pride Sadako's ass maybe!!!]
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But there's something about the cautious way she looks at him with her horrible demon eye that tugs at his little sword heart, and he's quickly moving so he's kind of between Pride Sadako and Hot Pants, first flapping one hand in her direction.]
Wait, wait, wait—! Hang on, don't touch it! [Then, to Pride Sadako, with his other hand outstretched:] Seriously, just talking. We'll just talk, okay? I super swear on my blade.
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[The sobbing also grows louder; it sounds like a girl's voice, terrified.]
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[Yeah, she'll be nice for Kashuu and not open the door, but....yeah, it doesn't look like Pride Sakado wants to have a nice chat over tea and crumpets here. But....she's taken aback by what its saying.]
Where...where can we run?! [EXCUSE ME???? Also, she's making an executive decision here and grasping the doorknob to turn it to fling the door open. Please kill Hot Pants! Let me die!] There-! We're GOING-!
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Hey, wait—!!
[This said to both Sadako Who Refuses To Cooperate and Hot Pants Who's Taking Risks. Too late, though!! Apparently Hot Pants is just going to try flinging open that DOOR.
In the meantime, Kashuu will at the very least make a dash and throw himself forward in an attempt to cut this shrieking spirit off so she can't get to Hot Pants unless she gets through him first. Y'know, just in case naked Andie who's behind the door doesn't kill her immediately and Pride Sadako has to finish the job. He is being a gentleman sword of his word and only aiming to block, though, rather than attack just yet.]
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Well, they don't quite remember, but they feel a moment of overwhelming terror, and everything goes dark. And then they're standing in the temple, alone, covered in colorful, oil slick slime from head to toe. The door is locked again, won't open no matter what they do, and there's only silence behind it. They will find that if they try the entrance to the temple, they can leave. But if they try to talk, they'll find their voices are gone, and instead they can only speak in high pitched voices like they inhaled too much helium. This will last for an hour.]