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 Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2014 2:40 pm
 Survey Mission 4D
Location: Isla de las Munecas
Images:: x, x, x.
General debriefing: A team of dedicated individuals looking to write a magazine article about the island visited the area two weeks ago. Despite search and rescue attempts, none of them have made it back alive. They have noticed however, odd dolls shaped like the team hanging from the tree branches...
* C class difficulty level (must have a team of three, at least one of them must be an intermediate trainee) MECHANICS * MECHANICS: RP assembling a team, as necessary, before heading towards the Lighthouse portal to request a portal to Survey Mission 4D. Once there, roll a 100-sided dice and match the roleplay to the results below, as well as any reactions. Players can continue rolling until any of the players roll a INSANITY ENCOUNTER, in which case the BATTLE PHASE begins. See below for battle phase mechanics. 1- 20: The island is extremely foggy, the ground uneven and moist. You take a few steps in the soft soil until you hear a sudden crunch. You just stepped on the glass eye of a doll. 21 - 40: You notice that the dolls look to be in varying conditions, some with maggots curling out of them while others still look oddly new and untouched. All of the new ones are missing their eyes. 41 - 60: You notice a cabin deeper on the island. Inside is a small den, a few rooms, and a statue of a wolf head, creepily enough. The trap door in the center will not open but you can hear a music coming from underneath... 61 - 80: The wind begins to pick up, as the dolls begin to stir and move, as if with a life of their own. All seems okay until - you see a new addition to the lineup of dolls. Is that a doll of YOU? It is also missing its eyes. 81- 100: BOSS ENCOUNTER: - As you continue walking down you hear a large crack, followed by another. A strange gas explodes from underneath, making you extremely dizzy, as you cough to figure out what is going on, fighting for air now. You have exposed your entire team to a hallucinogen, making everything more terrifying than ever as your vision swims and hops uncontrollably and your hearing becomes muted. Something creaks, groans, lurches underneath you, but is that your imagination? - BOSS MECHANICS: This boss is a mob that has collective 100 HP. Every time you attack it (following the general battle rules), you TAKE 8 damage. AS you can't really see the boss, most of it will have to be dependent on what you can see, if anything at all, from strange faceless figures lurching, half-hopping towards you to the smiling dead coming back and swiping at you. Make sure to tally the boss's total HP (the damage you did to it) at the bottom of your post as well as your total HP and the damage you did that round. If the boss's HP hits 0, you have defeated it, and your team can now take the portal back. * 4 mission reward points for completing this successfully
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2014 2:44 pm
Looking at the mission folder, America sighed. She'd gone to this location with Nevada before, back when she was just an ittie little trainee. Her and Stormy had taken care of America and made an impressive show of skill. It was to be hoped that the Moon could manage much the same this time around as well.
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2014 3:17 pm
An island of dolls. An island of dolls!? An island of dolls! Kiki was an avid doll fan. Not expecting it to be the doll island of horrors she'd once skimmed on an internet search once upon a time, she dressed her best; expecting to be greeted with beautiful little princesses. Her frilliest pyjamas were worn, along with a cute pair of rain boots with bows on the side. Her hair was brushed to perfection, and she donned a delicate little tiara atop her head. She was ready. It was time to visit Mecca. Kiki stood, staring at America with passion in her round, lash heavy eyes. "Dolls." She whispered gently.
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2014 3:25 pm
Seeing the girl, probably a new trainee, America gave a little gasp and clapped, "Oh you look so sweet, I just wanna brush your hair and tweak your cute ******** nose." This was the little aggro girl she'd seen before that ******** zombie mission. The enthusiasm faded back a bit when America heard the girl's whisper. She was going on a mission like that? "Awww no, honey, things are gonna get dirty. You sure you wanna wear that? s**t gets so oogey on these missions." Besides her Hunter coat, America herself was dressed in jeans, a tanktop, a flannel shirt. All of which had flecks of paint and small tears and were obviously not her best of anything, beyond being fairly sturdy.
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2014 3:52 pm
Smug delight shifted her features as AMerica fawned, her flat chest puffing with pride. Why yes, she was the most adorable thing to ever be adorable. However, it shifted to pure horror at the mention of a costume change. "What!? ******** no!" She cried out, "The dolls! I have to look good for the dolls! Besdies, I don't think I own anything grubby enough to be considered work clothes." And that was never going to change. "Stay Cute or Die Trying."
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2014 3:57 pm
"If you're sure," America said slowly, deciding this might be a necessary learning experience for the poor girl. "But if you change your mind, you can have my flannel to cover some of it up." Rocking back on her heels as they waited for their third, she assured the other, "I'm pretty sure you'd be cute, either way. Name's America Jones, by the by." America held out her hand, "Moon division."
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2014 4:32 pm
Oh he should have KNOWN that he’d run into the ‘Infirmary princess’ again. He shook his head slowly, his previously long strides that were intended to carry him to the meeting place in a timely fashion slowed in anticipation of sharp-tongued comments and ‘pretty princess’ attitude, still, he should try and be polite in front of the red-head intermediate right? His clothing was more practical, and older t-shirt worn to a soft charcoal grey with a faded out pattern of clocks in blacks and a washed out tan. His jeans were old enough that they were torn from use rather fashion, old converse on his feet were perhaps less practical, but probably out of a limited wardrobe. There were a few puckered patches on his hunter coat where something had slashed through it and frayed the sash that pinned it more practically close. “Kia Ora, Princess.” He called in greeting and then a nod to America. “Miss.” He added. “Zac Wiremu, Sun division.” He offered up though he waited for them to finish greeting each other before he offered his own hand in greeting. “So… dolls.” He said looking slightly like he had reservations on the idea of an island full of them.
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2014 4:34 pm
"I will keep your offer in mind. How dirty could an island of dolls be?" Kiki replied royally, her head lifted up ever so. Flannel was so non-princess material, after all. But in the name of preserving her attire, it might be a necessary evil. America's hand was looked at a moment, before finally deciding that she would shake it. "Kitty 'Kiki' Peterson of the Life Division." Came her haughty reply. America, so far, was covering most of Kiki's kiss-butt requirements thus far, despite the obvious tone of subtle baby talk. It was within reason. Lo and behold, her party was soon crashing down. Her nose scrunched at the sound of Zac's voice, her glare strong and piercing. At the very least, he called her Princess.
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2014 4:45 pm
America's expression was decidedly indulgent at the girl's cutely snooty tone. Zac got a pleased how-do, and the Moon was a fair bit relieved they'd only have one piece of impracticality to see through the mission. She led them to the lighthouse and through the portal, warning the two, "There's this sorta gas or fog or something that we might run into. Best to keep your scarf handy to cover your mouth if need be." They stepped onto the island and Kiki, at least, was in for a rude surprise.
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2014 5:20 pm
“Huh…fabulous.” He said, “Gas, like the dolls aren’t probably creepy enough, we get doll-farts too.” He stepped through behind America and prepared himself for the worst, which in his mind so far would be a return of ‘that hostile shadow monster’ from the Haunted house.
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2014 5:51 pm
"Omigosh! Dolls don't fart, idiot!" She scoffed, offended that something as pure and holy as a doll would ever be in the same sentence as---- Suddenly, as they stepped through that portal, the loud crash of Kiki's expectations broke any silence. "WHAT!? NO!!!!" She screeched, her hands on either side of her head. "No no no NO! Not THIS doll island!!!! No one told me it was ******** SATAN'S DOLL HOUSE!" "Th-this isn't cute at ALL!"
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2014 5:58 pm
“…Still sure they don’t fart?” He offered with an almost, ALMOST sympathetic smile. “I mean we did sign up to fight monsters, so…monster dolls, and they probably DO fart.” He looked thoughtful. “… Actually they are at least less freaky than the one that was in the House.” He added. “I’d say punish the un-cute but I’d like to go home without you beating me up.” He added with a small grin. Bittiface *interjects self because she's a horrible person
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lizbot rolled 1 100-sided dice:
14
Total: 14 (1-100)
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2014 6:00 pm
"Yeaaah," America agreed easily. "Pretty much any mission we get isn't gonna be cute, sorry to say. Mostly the s**t is gross. Or scary. Usually a bit of both, all said." Beaming at the two trainees, she clapped her hands together, "Okay, from the sounds of it, s**t's been acting up here again, so we'll probably have to knock it back down so it'll quiet down and behave for awhile. Be ready for a fight!" Quote: 1- 20: The island is extremely foggy, the ground uneven and moist. You take a few steps in the soft soil until you hear a sudden crunch. You just stepped on the glass eye of a doll. The fog was just as bad as she'd remembered, and the girl grimaced as she lifted a boot just to find a doll's eye cracked underneath. "This ******** place, I swear."
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Bittiface rolled 1 100-sided dice:
81
Total: 81 (1-100)
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2014 6:45 pm
"Oh my GOD stop saying fart!" Kiki scolded, smacking Zac on the arm. The fog was creepy, but Kiki found a way to romanticize it by pretending she was playing a horror survival game. Quote: 81- 100: BOSS ENCOUNTER: - As you continue walking down you hear a large crack, followed by another. A strange gas explodes from underneath, making you extremely dizzy, as you cough to figure out what is going on, fighting for air now. You have exposed your entire team to a hallucinogen, making everything more terrifying than ever as your vision swims and hops uncontrollably and your hearing becomes muted. Something creaks, groans, lurches underneath you, but is that your imagination? Kiki gasped, covering her mouth with her scarf like America had said to. It was late in doing so, her vision became unfocused and her balance off tilt. "********!" She croaked, staggering to get away. She could barely hear her own voice. "What's going on!?"
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lizbot rolled 2 12-sided dice:
7, 5
Total: 12 (2-24)
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2014 7:56 pm
Scarf around her face, America summoned Stryker and dove for a group of the obscured figures. "If you feel your shield getting low, just tell me. I got bandages and a healy-charge!" HP: 52 Dmg: 6 Charge: 1/3 Boss: 94
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