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MAY TDM
Things are a little stranger than usual at the gas station and garage. Namely that gravity just isn't working as it should. Objects float, pieces of the floor float... Even unlucky new arrivals can also find themselves floating! It's going to be a challenge to get around without any scrapes or scratches... Though at least there's what looks like a hospital nearby? Granted, it's an upside down hospital, but it's better than nothing.
01: SUMMONING CIRCLE
Drifters come to with an odd floating sensation hooked into their stomachs, and instead of laying on the concrete find themselves drifting a foot or two above the floor. An unfortunate few may be stuck on the ceiling. Whether they crash down hard into the floor (and the various vials, daggers, and broken glass scattered about) or remain floating in the air is a coin toss.
Still, it might be best to lend a hand with pulling them back to the ground, and hoping gravity will work as normal in another breath or two.
Once they make their way out, they can see a gas station and garage located in the midst of strange, floating rocks… And an upside down hospital close by, for those who had a rougher landing.
Still, it might be best to lend a hand with pulling them back to the ground, and hoping gravity will work as normal in another breath or two.
Once they make their way out, they can see a gas station and garage located in the midst of strange, floating rocks… And an upside down hospital close by, for those who had a rougher landing.
02: START UP
New arrivals will have a similar experience to before; a Convoy waiting for them, and a collection of vehicles, one of which feels like it belongs to them. The key to the vehicle may already be in the ignition, on the dashboard… It may have even been on their person, ever since they woke up in that garage. Either way, Drifters have the keys to the vehicle now.
…But there’s a few rough edges on these vehicles. Flat tires, cracked windows and mirrors, maybe some stuck doors and locks; all of them the sort of thing that requires two pairs of hands and supplies. The garage can take care of the (sometimes floating) supplies… Now it’s just a matter of finding some extra hands.
And hopefully no one's vehicle has decided to float. But one can never be sure in a place like this.
…But there’s a few rough edges on these vehicles. Flat tires, cracked windows and mirrors, maybe some stuck doors and locks; all of them the sort of thing that requires two pairs of hands and supplies. The garage can take care of the (sometimes floating) supplies… Now it’s just a matter of finding some extra hands.
And hopefully no one's vehicle has decided to float. But one can never be sure in a place like this.
03: HUSKS AND HAUNTS
The inverted hospital seems to have trouble deciding the exact formation of its hallways, whether the new arrivals should be walking on the ceiling, floors, or walls. But one thing that is certain: this place isn’t entirely deserted. Warnings of “Beware the Husks” have been spray painted on the walls. Metallic bodies line those same halls, some of them broken open. A wet trail leads from the broken Husks to the rafters… Where several odd monsters wait to drop down. Some look like they’ve merged with the hospital equipment, while others look like they’ve been cobbled together from different body parts. And all of them look ready to turn the newcomers into a corpse, or part of a specimen collection.
Strange, malformed chimeric creatures that are Unknown stalk the hallways. Unknowns come in three different colors, red aligned with fire, green with poison, and purple with lightning.
Adding to that are the various screens flickering on, and diagnose new arrivals as infected. The screens declare the infection seems to be contained, but requires further study… And if the monsters aren't enough to worry about, there’s also the restraint systems trying to activate and tie the new arrivals down.
Strange, malformed chimeric creatures that are Unknown stalk the hallways. Unknowns come in three different colors, red aligned with fire, green with poison, and purple with lightning.
Adding to that are the various screens flickering on, and diagnose new arrivals as infected. The screens declare the infection seems to be contained, but requires further study… And if the monsters aren't enough to worry about, there’s also the restraint systems trying to activate and tie the new arrivals down.
04: TESTING (CW: Needles)
The deeper someone plunges into the hospital, the more the building reacts to them. More defenses are deployed, treating them as thieves or intruders. Traps and monsters alike wait for them, with syringes melded into the forms of attackers, or lining places where someone might step or reach for. The syringes make a quick bite on skin… But it’s only a few minutes later where the effects become clear. Something in those syringes is now in the blood and forcing monster transformations. There might be an antidote amongst the supplies… Or the newcomers might need to rely on each other, in order to stay anchored.
The needles can also force temporary Swarm traits, along with:
+Group Mind: compelled to link thoughts with other Drifters, to share emotions, memories, and achieve cohesion.
+An increasing reliance on telepathy/empathy/etc in place of speech.
+Increasing collectivist mindset. The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few; this becomes more evident during high stress situations.
+Compelled to hunt and share their prey with others.
+Gravity Affinity: If possessing wings or the ability to wall climb, may freely hunt/traverse corrupted gravity areas.
The needles can also force temporary Swarm traits, along with:
+Group Mind: compelled to link thoughts with other Drifters, to share emotions, memories, and achieve cohesion.
+An increasing reliance on telepathy/empathy/etc in place of speech.
+Increasing collectivist mindset. The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few; this becomes more evident during high stress situations.
+Compelled to hunt and share their prey with others.
+Gravity Affinity: If possessing wings or the ability to wall climb, may freely hunt/traverse corrupted gravity areas.
05: LONG WAY DOWN
A portion of the gas station breaks away with groan and a rumble. And it is slowly pulled up and up, taking a portion of new comers with it! They (and anyone watching) will need to act fast, as gravity starts to go weird the further they rise. They’ll need to find a way back down, taking any supplies from the now-floating garage that they can grab.
What’s more, they are drifting closer to the broken moon, and that seems to be having a strange effect on those stranded on the new floating ruin. They may start to feel their control fray, and their forms shift, the higher they rise.
In terms of getting back down, there’s a handful of tow lines in the ruin that might work as ropes. There’s also a few pieces of rock that are floating up more slowly, and could work as stairs back down… Or there’s just jumping and falling fifty feet and hoping for the best.
What’s more, they are drifting closer to the broken moon, and that seems to be having a strange effect on those stranded on the new floating ruin. They may start to feel their control fray, and their forms shift, the higher they rise.
In terms of getting back down, there’s a handful of tow lines in the ruin that might work as ropes. There’s also a few pieces of rock that are floating up more slowly, and could work as stairs back down… Or there’s just jumping and falling fifty feet and hoping for the best.
06: PSYCHIC ECHOES
There's one last quirk to this area; a few scattered bits of odd plantlife, and the odd dead brain monster. While these things aren't a threat on their own (beyond being unnerving) they still pack a psychic punch; mainly in the form of temporary psychic abilities.
It's possible that after coming in contact with either plants or corpses, newcomers will find themselves gifted with either empathy (projecting or receiving emotions) telepathy, OR the ability to share their dreams with others, and having their dreams influenced by others in turn. This effect fades in just a day or so, but is still capable of causing mishaps.
It's possible that after coming in contact with either plants or corpses, newcomers will find themselves gifted with either empathy (projecting or receiving emotions) telepathy, OR the ability to share their dreams with others, and having their dreams influenced by others in turn. This effect fades in just a day or so, but is still capable of causing mishaps.
MICRO ENCOUNTERS:
PLEASE NOTE! These are small bits of set dressing for players to include in threads if they wish, rather than full fledged prompts or events. You may handwave your exploration of these areas, or thread them out.
Broadcast: The garage contains a few burnt out monitors. But a handful of them are playing a message over and over again on loop, filled with static. It’s a recording of important looking people in lab coats advising people to remain indoors and avoiding all objects falling from the sky. Especially “moon shards.” They insist that they are working to contain and cure the infection, but the safest action is to remain inside.
Warped Air: As seen in Long Way Down, the air overhead has strange warped pockets in it. There seem to be slightly different shards hanging suspended in the air, looking more silvery than the surrounding rocks. Almost like it could have fallen from the broken moon overhead.
Medical supplies: Most of the medical supplies found in the hospital seem to consist of healing salves and potions, a handful of healing herbs, and a few antidotes for poison or sickness. As for reverting transformations… It’s advised that new comers be careful of taking any experimental medicine. It may revert a change. It may also leave them hallucinating nightmares and fears, and they’ll be wanting someone close by to help administer the drug.
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“Are you really going to live your life based on what my friends think? That’s not like you.”
The smallest hint of a smile turns up one corner of his mouth, and he gently shakes his head.
“We’ve had friction before. We worked it out - that’s what we do. They may not understand, but they don’t have to. It’s not their life, and it’s not their decision to make. You’re a part of me, and anyone who can’t accept us hasn’t really accepted me at all.”
Even in this dreamspace, Ren’s instinct is to put his own needs and desires at the back of the line. Akechi is so stubborn, and pushing too hard will only push him away entirely. That’s the last thing Ren wants. He drops his hand from Akechi’s shoulder and casts his gaze downward.
“If you truly don’t want this - if you don’t want me, then tell me. I can live with that decision as long as it’s yours and yours alone. But be entirely honest, with both of us. Don’t refuse me because you think you need to keep me at a distance for my own good.”
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He only just got Ren back here a short while ago. Even if a part of him wants to put up walls, yell and scream...
Akechi wraps his arms around himself, looking away.
"Don't be absurd, Ren. That damnable plant has already projected my feelings. Even if I did as you said, I would only be lying to us both."
He deflated, feathers and horns and talons and spines all taking hold. Even his ears look more feline now, to say nothinf of the scorpion tail.
"To live is to change. I've tried to do better. To be better. Pushing you away runs contrary to that."
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Ren is someone who believes with his whole heart in second chances. He’d put his own to good use over the past year, and he believed Akechi would thrive if given the same opportunity.
“I know you’re afraid - I can feel it. And I kinda get it. This is new for me.”
Not the feelings themselves - the naming of them, the speaking aloud. The beginning to understand what they all mean. Ren is someone with a tendency to fall a little bit in love with most of his friends, but - as he was fond of saying - love comes in many forms. How to decipher what those feelings mean isn’t always so obvious.
He’s getting a better grasp on what his feelings for Akechi mean the longer they stand here and converse in the dream.
“Talk to me. Tell me, what can I do to reassure you?”
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Finally, his attention settles on Ren. "You'll likely change, too. No one here is exempt from the process."
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Another gentle smile, another invisible wave of love and admiration sent rippling out toward Akechi from Ren. He can do this all day.
That comment about changing gives Ren a moment’s pause. He already knows what’s in store for him - Akechi told him when he first arrived.
“Does that bother you? Not knowing what I might look like when I change?”
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He gestures at himself.
"Unwanted changes, never knowing just how much of your humanity will slip away..."
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“Then … you’re worried about me losing what makes me human?”
Or more specifically, about Ren hurting him as a result of becoming less human. Also not unreasonable, given the unknowns. But Ren likes to think his personality won’t change just because his body does. Wings or horns or claws won’t be enough to turn his heart to unfeeling stone or smother his inner fire for justice.
“Has your humanity slipped away? I don’t see that you’re any less human than you were before.”
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But that still doesn't mean Ren deserves it.
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Behind Ren, the scene shifts to something like a shadow puppet show, dark figures against a white background. One figure is smaller than the others - a boy, a teenager, slim frame and messy hair, easily recognizable as Ren himself. The other, larger figures assault him one after another, passing him back and forth with slaps, punches, kicks, shoves, every blow audible and followed by a muffled groan or yelp of pain. Ren flinches, recognizing the sounds of the interrogation room behind him.
“Stop,” he murmurs, frowning, and the shadow scene freezes. Ren returns his attention to Akechi.
“I know what’s going to happen to me. I know it’s going to be hard.” Ren scowls, deep in thought. Why is Akechi hung up on this?
“Do you think I’m going to hurt you, after I’ve changed?”
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The recreation of the interrogation room, however abstract, makes Akechi wince. He did this to Ren. He subjected him to such brutality. Nearly killed him.
It's just...
"You'll stick to your guiding principles. You always do, but you shouldn't have to endure this. You're Joker."
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But he wanted Akechi - as a friend, as an ally, even as a rival. Alive, free of the shackles that bound him to his fate. Throughout the entire time leading up to Shido’s palace, some small part of Ren’s heart held hope that the other boy could be swayed to join his side. All of his actions were the result of deliberate, considered choice.
Ren knew what was likely to happen to him during the interrogation, and he allowed himself to be captured and subjected to the brutality. It wasn’t Akechi’s fault the criminal justice system was set up with such stacked odds and utilized such cruel methods. Ren can’t blame the other boy for the danger he willingly launched himself into with the grappling hook at his wrist.
It’s true that the Akechi played a more active part in the attempted murder. Even so, Ren recognizes Akechi’s actions weren’t entirely free at the time. He was under the thumb of his vile father, carrying out orders for assassination as he had so many other times before. He’d been a young teenager with no system of support, no standing in the world, and Shido took advantage of that to mold a broken boy into a more than capable weapon. Akechi never stood a chance.
“Joker is just a name.”
He doesn’t really understand why Akechi is hung up on his impending transformation. None of the people here should be forced to endure this injustice. Ren isn’t any more or less worthy of the waiting horrors than anyone else.
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It's stupid, isn't it? He's placing Ren on a pedestal. Even Akechi can see that, deep down.
But it's different with him. He deserves such a punishment. Really, he deserves every bit of hell along this uncertain road.
"I realize I'm being irrational, but I suppose that's the nature of dreams."
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He’d won their previous duel - which, in all honesty, wasn’t a fair fight. Twelve Personas loaded with every kind of spell against Akechi’s pair - one, really, he hadn’t yet revealed Loki - was hardly a balanced fight. When they fought in Shido’s Palace, Akechi had faced not only Ren but his team of Phantom Thieves as well. Again, not exactly a fair and balanced fight.
Ren already knew that Akechi envied him for a number of his qualities and skills, but he was of the impression that he was still viewed as an equal by the other boy, not as someone superior. An equal with slightly better skills, perhaps, holding more power due to the nature of his bonds, but an equal all the same.
He reaches his hand up to curl a lock of hair around his finger as he contemplates this new piece of information. Ren is honestly not sure he’s comfortable with holding such an elevated place in Akechi’s view.
“You’re saying … you think I’m better than you?” he asks, tentative with his words. Clearly, Ren is still puzzled by the notion, from both his expression and the ripple of confusion he emanates.
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And really... what right does Akechi have to hold himself on equal ground?
For now, Akechi watches Ren, ready to gauge his reaction.
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Ren doesn’t need to question why Akechi would believe this. He understands what their society thinks of orphans and children with unmarried parents. He has heard Akechi refer to himself as a scandal, a disgrace, a cursed child; now that he has abandoned the Detective Prince facade, his lack of self-worth is practically a flashing neon sign. At this moment of realization, Ren’s heart breaks all over again for the other boy. It seems he has been an unwitting source of Akechi’s pain. If only he’d known sooner …
This is a dream, right? And dreams are irrational. Akechi said so himself. Ren would normally not be quite this forward, but words and even those projections of emotions are simply not enough. He may end up attacked over this, but it’s a risk he’s willing to take. Akechi is worth the risk.
Ren steps forward and gently pulls Akechi into a hug, solid and warm with all of the love he holds in his heart.
“I wish,” he says, a fierce whisper, “I could find every person who ever hurt you and make them pay for it.”
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He left himself vulnerable. Is he truly so weak? Emotions laid bare, instead of locked away in a safe as they should be. He's...
Too tired to really fight it. It's a dream, but Ren is here. He was already here. They just got separated along the way.
Those feathers fluff up, despite his best effort to stay calm, but he doesn't move.
No, he just falls limp, resigned to this.
"You've seen firsthand what revenge does to a person. It'd be one thing to change their hearts. That's true to you and your principles... but you shouldn't be like me."
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“See? Proves my point. I’m not better than you.”
The desire for revenge is born from injustice. Ren isn’t immune from that desire existing within his heart. The difference is that he has found ways to temper that desire, fashion it into a weapon of justice rather than retribution. Desires exist within everyone, but it’s up to each individual to decide what to do with them.
“You’re better than you believe, Akechi. You may not believe it but I believe in you.”
Ren’s arms tighten around Akechi briefly, then he loosens his hold and takes a step back. Smothering or controlling Akechi isn’t his aim. He’s grateful he was allowed this much of an affectionate display, no need to push it to an uncomfortable place.
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A small ripple of disappointment pulses through the dream when Ren pulls back. Akechi tenses slightly, hoping Ren didn't notice.
Damn those shrubs, making him so open.
"I suppose there's no convincing you otherwise. You're hardly the sort to give up on others."
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Ren slips his hands in his pockets and shakes his head. “Sorry. You’re stuck with me now. I’ll never stop believing in you.”
It’s a promise - a vow he’s decided to make, not only to Akechi, but to himself as well. Something stirs in his heart, and it feels like the breaking of a chain he didn’t know was there.
“Let’s go home,” he says, and the scene shifts back to Leblanc. Not the cold, anguished Leblanc of last February - a different time that may or may not have happened in reality. Soft sunlight streams in through the door’s glass panes, and there’s a gentle warmth that envelops the café, the same loving warmth that has been radiating from Ren for so much of this dream. He steps behind the bar, slips on an apron, and starts setting up to make a cup of coffee.
“Your usual?” he asks, looking over to Akechi, a silent invitation to take a seat at the bar if he’d like.
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Ren will have to get creative, most likely, but surely he can adapt. He always has.
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“Probably not,” he says, with a smile of his own and a light shrug. “But I like a good challenge.”
He finishes making the coffee just the way Sojiro taught him and gently sets the cup and saucer down in front of Akechi.
“On the house,” he says, as if it could be anything else in a dream.
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Something intriguing, something exotic... Isn't that enticing?
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“If there’s one thing I learned from Boss about cooking, it’s the importance of the spices,” Ren explains, quickly fixing a second cup of coffee for himself. “Finding those will be the main challenge, I think.”
With his own coffee now prepared, Ren brings the cup around the other side of the bar and places it in front of the chair next to Akechi. He then slides into the chair, sitting sideways to face him.
“I really missed this,” he says, and a small beat of sorrow pulses out from his heart, then quickly dissipates. He breathes out a quiet laugh and turns his gaze to the cup in front of him. It’s still probably too hot to drink, so he’ll wait another moment to try a sip.
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Pausing, he takes another sip. Then, an amusing thought crosses his mind.
"A few months ago, we came across farmlands, but the fruits and vegetables had ill fitting tastes. For instance, apples that tasted like watermelon."
He watches Ren closely, eager to gauge his reaction to this food sacrilege. "...But yes, I have missed this."
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It should probably feel weirder to be talking about dreams while in a dream, to the subject of said dreams, but it doesn’t. Ren’s not sure why it doesn’t feel strange, but as long as the feeling persists, he will keep talking. Maybe these are things he needs to talk about.
“There was one dream where we went to the beach together. You got pretty sunburned,” he says, with a quiet laugh. “One time, you went with me to the planetarium, and you told me the story of Orihime and Hikoboshi, like I was a little kid who’d never heard it before. But I didn’t really mind, because you were there with me.”
The invisible waves of warm affection surrounding Ren have begun to overlap with layers of sorrow and regret, like the interwoven ribbons of a maypole. He really missed Akechi - more than he realized at the time, he’s discovering.
“A lot of the dreams I had were about being at the jazz club with you. We’d be talking about something I learned in school that day, or even not talking at all, just listening to the music.”
Those were the dreams that always left Ren with the heaviest blanket of sorrow when waking. They were too close to real, and too close to what Ren wanted so deeply. He picks up his coffee and finally takes a sip, swallowing down those feelings of longing and regret.
“Watermelon apples, huh?” Ren looks up at Akechi and pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “Guess those would be easier to move than the regular size.”
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