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TDM #1
LA LLEGADA
The Museum of Art and History is the largest and oldest in Llave, and contains a grand collection spanning from the time the first humans landed on its shores to the modern day. The building encircles an open courtyard where an art installation sits amidst many of the plants important to the settlers of Llave. Behind the museum is a wide, shallow field of hard-packed dirt lined by large stones, the petroglyphs on their surface worn by time—the earliest known playing field in all of the Caribbean. And further out are the areas where excavations are ongoing, uncovering the pottery, jewelry and artifacts of the ancestors.After awakening, things move quickly. The museum is closed, and the characters ushered into the courtyard to wait. Any needing emergency medical attention are kept in one of the air conditioned galleries until the paramedics arrive. A group of women with a military bearing take charge of the situation; identified as the Bajari Bara, they question the healthy and able. They cede authority only to the Prime Minister when she arrives. Two more of their group flank the nation's leader, though they step aside when she begins to walk among the new arrivals to speak with them.
Each side has many questions and few answers. Characters are informed they are in Llave. It's October 2020. And efforts will be made to return them to their homes. But how they came to be here and why remain mysteries…as does how they’ll find their way back.
A hurricane shelter nearby is activated for use by the recent arrivals. There, characters are provided with food and clothing, a cot and other basic supplies. No one is allowed out, but through the windows they can see the lush green of the their surroundings. At night, coquí sing them to sleep. Those taken to a hospital will remain there until they are discharged. Each patient is allowed one visitor to stay with them overnight. Over the next several days, all characters undergo physical and mental evaluations; are provided with their first immunizations; have the next legal steps explained to them; and are taught about Llave. Every character, regardless of age, has a caseworker who checks in with them daily. None have been arrested, they are assured. But they must also complete the quarantine process. To enforce quarantine, at both the hospital and the shelter, the Bajari Bara guard every entrance and exit.
Welcome to Llave.
EL AREYTO
As luck would have it, around the time quarantine ends, all of Llave is in the midst of celebration. Today is the Day of Heroes, celebrated every last weekend in October, which this year happens to fall on the eve of All Saints’ Day. So when the new arrivals venture out for the first time, Nona, the capital, welcomes them with color and music. 
The people of Llave have a special love for music and dance, and it shows. All day, groups gather to play, and many more to dance. The songs center around heroes of Llave with the chief of these being Nuna, a beloved figure who is said to have led her people here to freedom. Those performing wear traditional clothes: guayaberas, long circle skirts, palm hats and headwraps, all brightly colored.From early morning, artisans have set up under tents tables laden with goods. Clothing, jewelry, musical instruments, paintings, and more made from leather and wood, seashells and fish scales, aluminum and copper. Many create right at the table. Most popular are those working on cemís: sculptural objects, said to house the spirits of ancestors. Many carry them as amulets especially on this the eve to the days of the dead.
The food is equally rich and one of the cooks takes an interest in the new arrivals. Those who eat his food find their mood changing depending on what they ate. The tostones he prepared while speaking of his childhood home in Santa Cecilia bring on feelings of joy and contentment. The alcapurrias fried while arguing with a customer about last night’s wrestling match cause those who eat them to feel irritated. And the casabe, a flatbread made of cassava, that he explains he learned to make from his wife who passed, induces a profound nostalgia for lost loves. His wife, recognizable from the photo he keeps on the wall, sits beside those most affected and comforts them until the melancholy passes.
More dead can be found. An old man in a fine guayabera recalls composing the lyrics to a particular song. He points out the man playing the congas and proudly says his great-grandson will soon outplay him. When characters look back to the old man, he’s gone. Those with a sense for it will recognize many dead walking among the living. These next few days honor and celebrate the departed, and the dead have seized the rare opportunity to join the festivities once more.
For those who prefer the sea, the impossibly blue waters of the Caribbean are just a short walk away.
Cobblestone and concrete paths line La Bahía de Nona. On one of the larger rock outcroppings jutting into the bay sits a silver-white dog. If called, he will trot over. Up close, one can see his color is due to the sand and salt that has collected on its coat. Though he allows himself to be petted, he does not step off the rocks. A passerby comments that the dog has been waiting for his master to return. How long? The man shrugs. When he was a boy, the dog was keeping watch; now he’s forty-three, and the dog is still there.EL TRAVIESO
Or perhaps the characters were more distracted by how clean the water was, how clear. Enough so that the sight of a bottle bobbing in the waves seems offensively out of place. Anyone who chooses to snag it out of the water will find it’s a corked bottle of rum, apparently empty.From a nearby restaurant, someone yells and waves their hands—too late. By uncorking it, they have freed the bacoo. Immediately, everyone backs away. Two cross themselves.
Only one stays long enough to warn, “You have to trick it back into the bottle. It likes milk and bananas. Don’t ask it for anything.”
Turn around, and the bacoo is there.
Short and rugged with large eyes, long arms and legs, covered in unkempt hair and its fingers and toes ending in claws, the bacoo is a strange little creature. Stranger still, it can grant any wish—so long as it is kept appeased with a steady diet of milk and bananas.
A hungry bacoo will pelt walls with stones, move objects, keep its owner up at night, and otherwise wreak havoc until it is fed. A shapeshifter, they can be difficult to locate, much less trap. And a starving bacoo will turn vicious and its pranks malicious.
Best find a way to trick it into the bottle. Fast.
OOC NOTES
This TDM covers from mid-to-end of October. The first prompt lasts approximately two weeks; the second, a day. For now, all characters are restricted to Nona. Any attempting to leave will be gently, but firmly escorted back.The TDM will also double as the first IC post of the game. Threads between any two or more characters who were all apped and approved will be considered game canon. As such, actions characters take in this TDM will impact the game once it opens. How characters behave will shape the inhabitants’ first impressions of them. Make it count.
Questions regarding this TDM can be asked below, while questions regarding the game at large should be directed to the FAQ.
Thank you for your interest and we hope to have you join!
Dayna Jurgens | The Stand
Soon, the museum staff finds her and lays her down, puts pressure on her wounds, keeps her stable until the paramedics come. She's ushered to the hospital, stitched up, and bandaged with clean dressings. She's stable, but she's not free to go, not yet. The doctors warn her she could have died from the extent of her injuries, but here she is, confused and disoriented about the fact that she didnt, and that she has somehow arrived here. Dying was certainly her aim when she caused those injuries upon herself, after all.
She spends her time in the hospital wandering, eating her meals, and sitting in bed watching 2020 television. And as soon as she's free to be discharged, she joins the rest of the residents of the hurricane shelter to wait out quarantine there.
ii. el areyto —
"It's really amazing," she remarks to someone. "Who would have thought society could rebuild to this extent in only forty years?"
Afterwards, after eating a satisfying lunch comprised of the various foods she's found to eat, she makes her way to where the dancers wheel and spin and frolick. She's fascinated, and she sits down to watch.
"Aren't they beautiful?" she finally says as an icebreaker to someone.
iii. el travieso —
And then the bacoo is there and she realizes she's royally fucked this up.
Then the person from the nearby shop speaks to her.
Bananas. Of course. She rolls her eyes and turns back to the bacoo.
"I guess that means I can't just ask it to go back in," she says.
Well, time to figure out how to do this.
ii
"...Not my society," Catra says with a roll of her eyes. "I'm not from here, if you hadn't noticed."
no subject
"I've been seeing a lot of different types of people."
She draws slightly closer so she can talk without needing to call out.
"You came from somewhere else, then?"
no subject
"Did the ears and tail not tip you off?" There's an incredulity to her voice. Maybe people here were just used to it like on Etheria, though.
"It doesn't matter where I'm from. Just that it's not from here."
no subject
"It could have. But for all I knew that's part of what happened in the last 40 years."
She tilts her head. "Where are you from then?"
no subject
"Etheria, I guess." That doesn't really answer the question very well, but she's trying. Kind of.
"I don't even know how I got here." Horde Prime had been about to punish her for her role in helping Glimmer escape, so it's a relief to not be where she was. Doesn't mean she likes where she is very much.
no subject
She shrugs.
"I'm from Ohio. But the last thing I remember, I was in Las Vegas."
III
"Even if it's pretty, with such clear glass, that bottle's still a prison. It can see everything it's been missing." Hecate glances over at the gawkers. Could be she has some sympathy for the bacoo--if only because one creature of chaos can identify another, perhaps.
"I doubt giving it some of its desires would hurt--but I do agree that you might not want to ask it for anything."
Re: III
"Are you familiar with this kind of thing? Because I wouldn't have thought it possible before."
'Before'—she means before the flu hit, before the survivors all had the dreams that led them to Boulder and Vegas, before she had confronted Randall Flagg. But she doesn't have time to tell or convey all that and really, if she did, she still wouldn't tell.
"...What I mean is I've seen supernatural creatures and actions but not until recently."
no subject
"Everything is a cycle. I am somewhat familiar with creatures similar to this." Zeus knows some of the younger gods--and even Zeus himself--could be agents of chaos in their own right. Hecate is from the wrong pantheon to try to coerce the bacoo...but she can offer suggestions. And so she will.
"Things that were disappeared--hiding, asleep--Guess they're coming around again. That would be my first thought. So an excess of caution from now on..."
Seemed like a good idea. She didn't finish the thought, but even she probably needed to be careful in the future. The rules, as they were, seem to have changed.
no subject
That seems to follow from what the woman had said. Seemed difficult, to Dayna, but she doesn't know much about these things. Yet.
As far as caution...Dayna turns back around to observe the creature.
"I suppose it's best to make sure we don't lose sight of it."
la llegada.
One of those nights, while her brother is showering, she steps out to get them both some snacks. When she returns, she must pass by Dayna's room and, tonight, she pauses by the semi-open door.
"Chips or chocolate?"
In one hand, a bag of potato chips; in the other, a wrapped chocolate bar.
no subject
Dayna had always kept in shape and she hadn't indulged much in that kind of thing. Still... Now she's stuck in a hospital bed and she ccan barely move her hand to her mouth. Maybe that would make for good exercise for the injured parts.
"The chips do sound good, though. What flavor are they?"
no subject
The corner of her mouth quirks up. "Nothing else, you can crumble them up and add some flavor to the food."
Green eyes stray curiously to the coverings around the woman's throat, but Mal otherwise politely avoids the topic.