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chismosos2020-10-17 10:54 pm
historiadores) wrote in chismosos2020-10-17 10:54 pm
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test drive meme #1
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!
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Yes! Hi, uh. I was wondering if you could tell me what a banana is? So far I have gathered that it is food, likely of the fruit and vegetable variety. It is surprisingly important, I promise.
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A banana?
[ — certainly, he could explain texture or culinary use, even its useful properties in providing potassium, but what is a banana is not a usual question. ]
It is a yellow fruit. Wait, it's easier to show you. Come with me.
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Thank you, you might actually be saving my life! [Probably not, but it was a possibility. With his luck with curses, it wouldn't be shocking. As they walk, he offers Nicky a casual bow and greeting, long having realized that it was not the custom of pretty much anyone else here, but unable to shake the long ingrained habit.]
I'm Wei Wuxian, may I ask your name?
[He's also long stopped introducing himself by both courtesy and birth name as it seemed only to confuse everyone.]
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Nicholas Smith.
[ Nicolo di Genova is now only something that belongs to five people. He's put it away. ]
It is a pleasure to meet you. Where are you from?
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A pleasure as well, Nicholas Smith. I've found no one here familiar with it, but I'm from the Yunmeng province of China. And you?
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[ His memory for places is adequate — borders drawn, redrawn, territories conquered, moving between two powers. Nicky frowns in thought. ]
It's... towards the south? Mountainous area?
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Maybe you can show me on a map, I'm not so familiar with the names I've heard, but perhaps I'd recognize the area. Not anywhere I've been though, I'm sure of that.
[Then, brighter, curiosity in his voice] what is it like?
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[ He's showing himself his age, having walked to nearly every corner and having no memory of how the names have changed. In the year Andy told them they'd need a break, he had travelled. As far east as they could go and onwards. ]
Genova is a port.
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That sounds like Gusu, though it isn't South. Yunmeng is a lake province, surrounded by lotus lakes. It is east, but not coastal like Gusu.
But a port city! It must have been very adventurous growing up there!
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[ What a sight, another thing to return to, when there's the chance, and now that Nile too has to see the world. ]
Quite. My uncle was a sailor.
[ Nicky learnt to walk and climb on the masts and deck of a ship; to see from a crow's nest, to wake up and dawn and race down to the old harbour. ]
What about you?
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Oh, we made our own adventures, and trouble too! Me and the other children. [He doesn't say "martial siblings" because people don't know what that means, and he doesn't say "me and my brother" because it's a knife in his heart, still bleeding, still fresh.]
We'd swim about the lakes most days. Yunmeng in the summer is an oven, so hot you could melt just standing still. We'd swim all day and then sneak into the lotus to steal the seeds and gorge ourselves on them.
[A pause, and then] We trained too.
I was the best student. The fastest, the one no one could beat. [He laughs at the memory and shakes his head.]
I've lost my edge now though.
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[ He nods, flitting memories of his own ill-advised flings — Nicky had picked up swordsmanship, cultivated an affinity for horses. Every new weapon that had been invent, he and Andromache had mastered first. Only Quynh had ever outstripped them both in archery. ]
[ His fingers yearn for the hilt of a sword, and without that, for Yusuf's hand. ]
Though I bet you have not lost your knack for trouble. Why do you need this banana?
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Why are those two things said together? Perhaps I just have an intense craving for a food I have never tried. Perhaps my life depends on it only because I crave it so deeply! Who says it has anything to do with trouble I've caused!
[His posture and expression say that now, for one.]
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So if I find this banana, you will owe me your life? This is a debt, yes?