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05-07-2019, 02:19 AM
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Advertisement for a strange-sounding job has spread to the strangest of places. The offer was simple; for a cash reward viable enough for use in starting an entirely new life from the ground up, you and seven other Tiny Cat People would become victims to a series of scientific experiments regarding technology centuries ahead of its time. The invitation comes from an individual named Fearless, a wealthy TCP scientist living deep in the underground city of Burden. They have warned you of the risks, being a very real chance of harm or worse.
As you approach the ominous 18 inch steel doors, an imperative thought comes to your mind before you can ring the doorbell. Who are you, and what brought you here? What has caused you to decide to risk everything and travel somewhere new for a chance at a new life?
(You may introduce yourself however you'd like, but name, typing(s), pronouns and some amount of visual description are a must.)
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a sigil type looks around as they approach the door, she wears a flower-crown of what looks like daisy and other small flowers, also wearing a sash around her waist a deep green contrasting her raspberry colored skin the sash had a white rose pattern on it, and was tied on their left side, she wore a few (2 or 4) brackets that jingled when she moved her arms. whym was skeptical but wanted to help what seemed to be a good organization however she could.
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05-14-2019, 06:43 PM
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Stardust, an light blue imaginary friend/illusion type with a glitched anomaly, contemplated the door, and the decision it represented. She wasn't sure if this was the best decision, honestly, or if she'd even be allowed to enter, seeing as it'd be hard to conduct tests on someone who's... intangible. At the very least, she could sneak in if needed. It wasn't like anyone could see her right now anyway.
She conjures up an illusion of a pink chronic ghost type, overclocked. This should do for now.
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05-14-2019, 10:08 PM
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Orbo, an ice giant(Planet Class) type with a skin anomaly that makes their atmospheric clouds blot and move like a Rorschach painting as they spin with their body. She waddles over to the waiting test subjects and starts staring at the doors.
The sound of frigid winds howling announces Essence’s arrival. The love/cube type’s chilly and atmospheric anomalies manifest as a mini-blizzard that swirls around them at all times. Naturally, it is bundled up in a scarf, winter jacket, and boots for the purpose of weathering its own personal storm. It stares at the doors intensely, an unreadable expression on its face.
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05-18-2019, 01:43 AM
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A chaos type walked up to the door looming above him. He narrowed his eyespots, this was hopefully going to be full of adventures. His name was Alms, a treasure hunter. He was here for the money, and maybe a few friends if the others were up for that.
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05-18-2019, 02:33 AM
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(Fearless's Laboratory going forward may contain blood, death, substance abuse, violence and other heavy themes and topics. Please keep this in mind before proceeding.)
As you all congregate around the door, a section of the wall beside the door that was previously completely flat steel opens up to a large camera and speaker. A voice begins emitting through the speaker shortly after.
"Apologies for the wait, everyone. I've been busy."
"Regardless, thank you for showing up on time for once, as I've found that to be a surprisingly difficult thing to ask of people."
"Come inside; pardon the mess, an...'unforeseen circumstance' occurred just a few moments prior and I haven't the time to clean up."
The steel doors slide apart, opening into a large, dimly, artificially lit room. The floor is made out of a hard slate, but the room's temperature is well regulated. The buzz of fluorescent lights and the sound of ventilation are the only things that can be heard in the room.
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The voice begins again, now of much higher sound quality and volume inside.
"There is a contract on the front desk that I will need each and every one of you to sign before we can begin."
"Once you have done that, please make yourself comfortable, as we still require two more participants who have sent their contracts in in advance."
"Finally, if you need anything, do not be afraid to ask. I can see and hear you from everywhere in the room, so all you need to do is speak aloud," the voice says, as about ten different cameras on the ceiling rotate a few degrees back and forth to signify their presence.
"Thank you for your cooperation." The voice cuts out, and a quiet, ambient jazz track begins to play throughout the room.
(Feel free to wander around the room and inspect objects and areas, or talk to your testing partners; just remember, you're being watched.)
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The text on the contract is fairly small, but the terms still manage to take up two full pages; there is a location of signage on the front as well as on the back. It's filled to the brim with legal jargon and "I agree"s.
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The pen that Lovelace used to sign the contract leaps out of Lovelace's hands. It snakes towards the contract, separates into a claw, and swiftly and cleanly pulls the contract out of sight before returning to its original position.
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Orbo starts to go over to the lab equipment in the top right, not noticing the claw-pen-thing move about.
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Stardust (and her ghost-tcp illusion) tentatively steps inside, taking it all in. After a quick check around the perimeter, she heads for the contracts in the middle of the room, and... the pen.
...Right.
She just needs to pick it up.
Simple.
She grasps for the pen a few times, but her hand goes straight through every time.
She tries from a different angle.
She tries to pick it up with the crook of her arm.
She manages to pick it up for a few seconds somehow, on her 48th attempt, but not nearly long enough for her to write her name.
"You've got to be KIDDING ME." she shouts in frustration, though she knows no one could hear.
Well, hopefully no one can hear.
...Or maybe they could, she just had to... make them hear.
She makes an auditory illusion, for the chronic ghost type, which she nicknamed "Tito."
"I, uh... this is kind of embarrassing... I don't know how to write? ...E-even my own name. I was never taught. Is there something else I could do?"
Essence steps into the lab. Immediately, they notice the claw mechanism taking away the contracts and their gaze turns steely. Tucking a contract under their arm without signing, it turns to one of the cameras and signs: “(I want my own copy of the contract to keep before signing.)”
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Whym walks in looking at the colorful tcps around her that maybe might be her friend, she adjusts her flower crown and jumps on top of the claw pen to pin it down to get the contracts
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Several bottles of strange, glowing liquid, an alembic, a syringe, some blueprints for what appears to be a mechanical arm, a wrench and screwdriver, and an actual mechanical arm all lie disorganized on the table. Seems like someone was working on something over here.
A small, sleekly designed four-legged robot appears from yet another hidden panel, this time from the side of the desk near where Stardust is standing. It climbs up to the top of the counter and relays, much quieter, the voice once more: "I'll admit I didn't expect this, but there's an easy solution. Can you say your name, and 'I agree to the terms of this contract?' Make sure to look into the camera."
A clear plastic tube containing a packet of paper rolls towards Essence silently, seemingly appearing from nowhere.
The pen does not resist Whym's grasp, and reacts lifelessly.
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It's a table; or was a table, anyway. Papers, some with writing and some blank, are scattered along the ground, as well as several pencils and pens. The wall to the left of the table is boarded up with steel sheets. There are burn marks in a few places around the area, most notably on the shattered, three legged table, which also has a few papers, pencils, and a paperweight.
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Whym attempts to sign the contract with the now lifeless pen
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