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Lost Carnival Mods ([personal profile] ringleaders) wrote in [community profile] lostcarnival2018-10-03 07:46 pm

⇨ POLARIS

Who: Everyone!
When: Days 102 - 109
Where: Polaris
What: With the Ringmaster kidnapped and the rest of the carnival imprisoned, characters find themselves at the mercy of a Winter Fae called the Mother of Invention.
Warnings: Graphic experimentation in places.

TRIALS & TRIBULATION

After a day of cleansing and processing, where all the belongings and attire of their old lives are stripped away and replaced with something newer and more form fitting, the former members of the carnival will find themselves let loose into the Farm for the first time. A sizable green area, filled with orchards growing inorganic looking fruits and field ready for tending, the Farm is where they will be spending their days for the forseeable future.

Food and drink are no longer needed, and so every day is an endless cycle of work. Technicians are seen only when necessary, and when being taken from your place of work to your lonesome cells at night. Every day, there are new postings on the "Production Board", where various dire sound scientific trials ask for subjects. The majority won't be forced, at least not yet, but the system is at work to push its participants to the brink and force their hand.

After all, volunteers make the best subjects.

► PRODUCTIVITY: As explained elsewhere, characters will be forced to compete to attain enough Productivity Point to be considered Satisfactory. There are literally not enough points to go around for everyone to attain this, which means that at least some people will be deemed "Below Expectations" by the end of the first four-day cycle. What this means has yet to be discovered, but the Technicians have grimly warned against it.

Productivity involves many tasks, including orchard picking, tilling, planting, harvesting, watering, maintenance, and more. Any task you can think of that would take place on a plantation is applicable here. Beyond that, the Production Board awaits you, offering precious Productivity Points in exchange for your cooperation. How you become Satisfactory is up to you, but it's every person for themselves. Only one person can turn in the credit for harvesting or preparing fields, and while you can certainly try to help others by letting them take credit for your work, it's a sure fire way to fall behind the herd, especially if you are already in a low Classification.

Fruits and fields will miraculously grow overnight, and will be ready for a new day when you are. You've been told not to eat anything you harvest, but right now you aren't hungry anyway.

► POLARIS BY NIGHT: During the night, you are left alone to your thoughts and maybe an annoying roommate. Solo or in pairs, the entire night will be spent in small sleep pods, as shown on the locations post. Is it possible to sneak out? It doesn't seem like it is, but who is to say? The real question is if you want to dare to try. There is one hour of rest before and after seven hours of darkness. Even if you don't usually have to sleep, you'll find yourself oddly weary and inclined to rest. Supernaturally, almost.

► PARTICIPATION: Sometimes participation in experimental trials is manditory, sometimes it isn't. You are free to handwave your character having been pulled aside for minor examinations, such as blood tests or aura scans. Each time, you will be pulled into a separate part of the station and analyzed by a Technician and heavily automated machinery. Anymore more complex than basic check-up level tests will be posted about in a section called "TRIALS" in the body of the post below.
alphudo: (wide-eyed)

[personal profile] alphudo 2018-10-09 08:05 am (UTC)(link)
He is in fact a bit of an idiot, yes. Farming would be one of the most efficient methods of 'weeding out the weak'.

"That would make sense... I suppose then the question for the future is what they want with those of us remaining."
amphibiopathic: (get the fuck out!)

[personal profile] amphibiopathic 2018-10-10 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Eruka shoots him a poisonous look.

"It's not like you have anything to worry about," she spits, despite the fact that well, yeah, he kind of does, missing tail and all. But she's too terrified for herself to care about sparing anyone's feelings. "You sure signed up for a lot of trials. You trying to work your way to the top or something?"
Edited 2018-10-10 23:41 (UTC)
alphudo: (sighs)

[personal profile] alphudo 2018-10-11 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
She doesn't have to care, and Yuusei quickly catches on that she likely has no intention to anytime soon; but they're all scared here, to varying degrees, and nothing can really be done to change that. At the end of the day, there's always going to be the looming threat of failure, the uncertainty of what the future holds for them an ever-present obstacle that even the epsilons will have to overcome.

But he doesn't say that. Instead he just stares at the scoreboard for a moment when Eruka interrogates him.

"...I just took them," he says, voice absentminded. "I never really had any intent like 'ranking up' behind it."

I was only curious, he wisely excludes from his answer. I just wanted to do them and see what happened.
amphibiopathic: (more than awkward)

[personal profile] amphibiopathic 2018-10-11 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
As an epsilon who's on the verge of failing herself, yeah, Eruka knows all too well how real the possibility of failure is. His answer, however, apparently offends.

"Just took them?" Eruka echoes in disbelief, voice rising shrilly. "You didn't even think about it? You, you--" Words fail her. Sans, she can guess, had always planned on going hard -- this sort of sciency crap seems right up his alley -- but this guy ...

"You're the worst," she declares, flatly, before she turns to start stomping away.
alphudo: (wide-eyed)

[personal profile] alphudo 2018-10-11 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
He makes no effort to stop her. Explaining himself to her would be a waste of her time and, likely, an insult to her efforts. Maybe this would only make her angrier, but if they're parting ways here, then it doesn't matter.

He remains staring at the scoreboard, and eventually he pads away himself.