At the mentioning of his labs, Cecil's eyes positive sparkled behind his thick glasses, "They are quite the specimens, my creations. Nothing like any normal carbon-based life forms. No real DNA to speak of, save for their cores. But built entirely different from any normal creature. It's only through their process of creation and my advanced refinement of the process that you're able to see them at all- think of their makeup as... something on an entirely different spectrum from what we perceive normally." He took a nice big drink from his wineglass before helping himself to his own piece of steak, "But I have caught them from the air, rewritten them, bottled them, tamed them. This park is only the beginning, gentlemen."
Posted: Wed May 22, 2013 9:35 pm
Cora saw him glance towards the people, and it was the biggest reason she wanted to get out. She wanted him to be comfortable, so it came to her as a shock when she was pulled back down to sit. At his words, her face softened as she chuckles "Alright, we can have some pie..." giving his hand a squeeze, she stands again only to lean forward and rest her forehead against his own "I'll be back in a moment, okay." with that, she brush a kiss to his forehead before she slips away from him.
Moving back towards the buffet table that held all the deserts, she stood there debating which one she wanted. So many, and she really didn't know which one she wanted to try. After a minute or two she just grabs four slices that between the two of them they could share. Holding the two plates, she carefully moves through the people as she makes her way back towards Tonio and there empty table.
Setting the plates down, she takes her seat once more as she chuckles "Okay so I couldn't decide, so I got us peach, chocolate cream, new york cheese cake..." pausing she turns to him "And cherry pie, just for you."
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Guest Name: Coraline Dolan Guest Profession: Photographer Physical Description: Standing five feet, seven inches, she a beauty in her own unique way. With boy cut dark brown hair, its highlighted with blood red through the whole hair. Her bangs are longer and hang in her face most of the time. Slate blue eyes, with freckles all over her cheeks and nose. Normally spotted in a simple spaghetti strap shirt and flare jeans. Brief Character Profile: Full of life, she always has a smile on her face. To her, even the worse moment can be the best picture if you look through the eye of a camera. She loves to talk to everyone, and always tries to include everyone in.
Whorl is up and about in the dining room, speaking with an increasingly angry looking caterer. It's hard to tell if they're simply up early or have yet to sleep, despite sky beginning to lighten with dawn's approach. The previous night's ice sculptures were nearly melted, but still recognizable, which only made the crafted creatures look even sadder in their current mutant state.
When the power goes out, it's as if Whorl himself goes offline as well. It takes several long minutes and a good deal of shaking from the increasingly concerned caterer to get him to finally respond with a dazed, "But...this cannot happen!" He tries the walkie talkie first, and when that doesn't work his phone. When he discovers it dead, his simply begins to bellow, "MOORE! WICKETT!" At the top of his lungs.
It doesn't take long for his yelling to turn into screams.
Posted: Thu May 23, 2013 12:07 am
The dining room, floor to ceiling, is coated in blood. On the far end, a body in a once pristine seersucker suit is slumped against a lump of ice, what's left of it's face twisted in horror.
It's the very early morning, the dawn just a little bit away, when the power goes out. It doesn't take much longer for the screaming to begin. For the sounds of destruction to follow. This is how the guests and staff of Wonder Park begin their second of the visit. Where yesterday majestic creatures of legend and myth roamed, living nightmares now stalk. And they are hungry.
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Wonder Park is now in Survival Mode! Find more information about it here! If you die, post a death solo here for extra RP points! When your human character dies, you can sign up for another creature character here! Check the prompts each day! Better stats and new areas may open up as time goes by!
Yesterday had been an eventful day, to say the least. Chikako had spent the night reviewing her notes and editing it into a proper report, though the information she had gotten was certainly not enough for a conclusive evaluation. And so, she was up early, determined to at least find someone to question. Maybe Mr Whorl. Or maybe even Dr Moore...
The first thing she noticed were that the light switches weren't working. Certainly strange, but perhaps someone down in the dining room would know--
Oh god.
Chikako clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle a scream at the scene that she was greeted with. Blood. Blood everywhere and her brain could only whisper the same word repeatedly. No. No. No no no no no no no. 'Breathe.' Chikako told herself, her whole body trembling. 'Calm down, Fukui. Calm down.' A few deep breaths reduced the shaking, though her eyes were still fixated on the body-- the body she presumed all this blood came from...
"Mr Whorl?" Chikako whispered, tears brimming to her eyes. Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god. Dimly, in the rational part of her mind, she registered it speaking, "Conclusion: Definitely dangerous. Definitely not worth--" oh god, what was most important now was that she find a way to get off this island. Before whatever did this came and got her and--
"Ciaran." She said, and immediately fumbled in her pocket for her cellphone...but then remembered that they had confiscated it. Blast it all!
Guest Name: Chikako Fukui Guest Profession: Investor Physical Description: Chikako has blond, wavy hair, coupled with blue eyes (though actually just colored contacts). She stands at a height of 169cm, although she generally seems taller as she usually wears heels, along with a dress and a blazer. Brief Character Profile: Chikako is the eldest (and only) daughter of the Fukui family, who runs a chain of hotels. Her two younger brothers have no interest in the family business, and thus, she gave up her studies in law to pursue business instead. As her father is considering to invest in the theme park business, Chikako has been sent to Wonder Park to analyze if it would be worth investing. She is, of course, aware that this is a test to prove her capabilities, but is willing to take up the challenge.
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Posted: Thu May 23, 2013 1:45 am
There was a body in the dining hall. Len stared at it in incomprehension. Awesome special effects, sure, but why would anybody want to set up a scene like this in the dining room, of all places? And what did the staff want to prove by scaring the guests? Len had just come down to the dining room to see if anyone was around to tell him why the lights in his room weren't working.
The lights in the dining hall weren't working either, he noticed, distantly, as though it was somebody else realizing the fact. The ice sculptures were melted.
His mind registered the smell, a thick, weird organic-metallic scent that he knew from somewhere, it was associated with a memory of a salty-sharp flavor like sucking on a penny, except that the smell was a little different from the one he knew, there was a putrid, sickly-sweet odor starting to mix in with it, like the time he'd found a dead snake out in the garden --
Reality and understanding slammed in on him all at once. Len gagged, covered his mouth, and backed up a few steps towards the door, all the color draining out of his face. Someone had been murdered, somebody should call the police. Nobody was going to call the police because nobody had a phone and the power was out and how would the police do any good against monsters?
In the twenty-two years he'd been alive, Len had never felt particularly afraid of anything, even when stalking "dangerous cryptids" out in the wild. There was always a way out, the protection of money and society within arm's reach. He was afraid now. He couldn't be afraid, his mind continued, because everything was under control, it wouldn't take long before the power came back on and staff shooed them all back to their rooms to wait while someone cleaned up the mess and started work on covering up the potential scandal of an accident in a brand-new amusement park with all these celebrity guests in attendance.
He'd better document this, he thought, then remembered with a thrill of annoyed frustration that he didn't have his own camera and the park-provided equipment he'd borrowed from the car last night would upload everything to the intra-park system once the power came back. Maybe he could get the memory card out once things settled down.
He fumbled the camera out of the vest pocket he'd stuffed it into last night and moved into the dining room to start taking pictures of the crime scene. He wasn't a forensic specialist, but any documentation was better than none. He glanced at the woman who was trembling off to the side, clearly freaked out by all the blood. "You wanna write down what's going on?" he said. "When the police get wind of this, someone's gonna need to give them the truth about what happened here, good luck on getting that from the management, so it's up to us to get it recorded."
The terror lurked down in the back of his mind, swiftly shut down and squirreled away by rationalization and defense mechanisms, but not banished.
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Guest Name: Leonard Dickens Guest Profession: Photographer Physical Description: Painfully skinny, tall, and gangly, Len wears cargo pants, t-shirts with sayings he thinks are witty printed on them, and vests with lots of pockets. He wears oval, wire-framed glasses with thick lenses, and has dyed his short, messy hair a violent blue. Brief Character Profile: Len (not Lenny) is an amateur photographer who is best known for his photographs of cryptids. He spends his time researching and tracking down local legendary creatures, proving or debunking their existence. Len is opinionated and loud, interested in everything, and willing to ask nosy questions.
The click of the camera jolted her back to her senses and Chikako's back straightened, blinking abruptly at the man who addressed her. "If the police even get wind of this." She pointed out. Clearly, this man had not sorted out his priorities-- Mr Whorl was dead and not that Chikako would have been as unaffected if it had an ordinary staff member's body, but the fact remained that one of the people in charge of the whole island was deceased. And that was worrying enough.
A few deep breaths and she banished away the tears that had welled up from fear. "We should find the others and get off this island as soon as we can." This was an unprecedented situation and by gods, she was going to handle it the best she could. Chikako Fukui hadn't been trained to be a part of hotel management for nothing. "We need to somehow get down the docks without alerting any of those... creatures' attention." There were a few problems with this, however. She still remembered what that dragon (or the thing that looked like a dragon) did to one of the other SUVs. Secondly, Chikako had absolutely no idea how to operate a boat but perhaps someone on this island, who was hopefully still alive, could.
The danger lurking around them was real. It was very real, and Chikako did not care if it was a product of imagination like Mr Whorl had claimed, or it was a product of some sort of DNA splicing.
Guest Name: Chikako Fukui Guest Profession: Investor Physical Description: Chikako has blond, wavy hair, coupled with blue eyes (though actually just colored contacts). She stands at a height of 169cm, although she generally seems taller as she usually wears heels, along with a dress and a blazer. Brief Character Profile: Chikako is the eldest (and only) daughter of the Fukui family, who runs a chain of hotels. Her two younger brothers have no interest in the family business, and thus, she gave up her studies in law to pursue business instead. As her father is considering to invest in the theme park business, Chikako has been sent to Wonder Park to analyze if it would be worth investing. She is, of course, aware that this is a test to prove her capabilities, but is willing to take up the challenge.
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Posted: Thu May 23, 2013 6:31 am
Len gave the woman a strange look. "They'll have things sorted out soon enough," he said. "They'll get the power back on and then they'll probably kick us out as fast as they can without offending the big cheeses. The police not getting wind of this is what I'm worried about. Somebody's committed murder. That shouldn't be covered up."
He wasn't registering screams in the distance, downed fences, security measures offline. This situation was totally outside his experience and comprehension, and in spite of the current of fear submerged under his thoughts, he couldn't take in what was happening. Everything was going to go back to normal. Everything was going to be fine, and then they'd be involved in a murder case. That was pretty awful, but it was within the boundaries of normality.
Barry had returned to the dining hall with Rin, and it was where he stayed the entire night. Considering there were guests about, he felt it prudent to hang around if they needed assistance. So he found himself some food, drink, and settled down.
That was until everything went dark, and he began to hear screaming.
It felt as if part of him had instantly been killed, the fun loving, easy going side of him had been sliced in two. Though in actual fact he was pretty sure it had been slowly dying ever since he came here. Since the moment he had signed the contract, donned his uniform and went around taking care of things straight out of a story book, he had felt out of it. Like he had downed a dozen schooners and been drunk this whole time. And every day he had felt even worse as he watched everything unfold. Because this whole park operation had been as tight as a submarine screen door. Left open.
And now everything was unfolding. Just like a horror movie. Or in his case, a Jurassic park movie.
Even with all his musings, he wasn't ready to pack it in just yet. Survival was off the essence, and regardless of how piss scared he was, the handler wanted to make it out of this mess.
Trouble is, he hadn't the slightest clue how.
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Barry Warren: (Staff/handler) Tall guy with a Akubra hat. Wears a brown shirt and long brown pants. Has a mullet
Posted: Thu May 23, 2013 7:54 am
At first, Lesley Hartford had no idea that anything at all had gone wrong through the night. He'd awoken, without the sound of his alarm blaring in his ear, and the only panic that had set in initially was that he'd some how managed not to set the damn thing when he got in that night and now he was late. This wouldn't have been a huge deal for his job, since he wasn't attached to any group officially, but he had sort of taken Unicorn under his wing, and he had promised Melanie.
Melanie... The goofiest grin stretched across his lips as he recalled their little talk in the carnival construction zone, and then what came later, after all their guests had been tucked safely away in their resort beds.
It was around this time, as he was scrambling into a fresh pair of khaki shorts and t-shirt, that he happened to really notice the clock for the first time. The familiar red glow of numbers was gone, and now that he noticed that, many other alarming realizations followed. If the power was out..
He finished pulling his shirt over his head, grabbed his phone and walkie talkie, and rushed out of the staff quarters. As he moved he realized that the walkie talkies were useless, and his phone was out of service. Coursing soundly, he crammed the both of them back from whence they came and started to move faster. The distant sounds of screams and destruction were hard to miss now, and by the time he reached the dinning hall he was running.
As he pushed through the door he was smacked with the tongue coating, metallic smell of blood. It made him reel, one hand jerking up to cover his mouth and nose before he actually saw the mess of a body against one wall. A body in a very familiar seersucker suit.. "Oh, ******** me.."
At around this point he noticed that he wasn't the only person standing in the gore soaked room, but right that second he was a little too preoccupied with staring at his dead boss to say or do much of anything.
Staff Name: Lesley 'Les', Hartfort Job Description: Lab tech Physical Description: 5'11", broad shoulders, slightly wavy brown hair pulled back in a pony tail at his nap. He's got a neatly cut goatee/soul patch thing going on, and his eyes are hazel. He's got tanned skin, as if somewhere down the line someone in his family married someone that wasn't straight up European. He slim, rimless glasses, and has a hoop piercing in one ear. Brief Character Profile: Extremely laid back, Les isn't the sort to worry over every little thing, and would much rather go through life enjoying it. He's very smart, and that can lead to him getting bored with things quickly, which then leads to him goofing off. This has the tendency to make him come off as lazy, but he's never had a any problems getting his work down in a timely manner. He's also a bit of a flirt.
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Posted: Thu May 23, 2013 8:46 am
Ian hadn't slept well. His dreams had been strange and he wasn't sure why. A giant black dog was chasing him up a tower, up and up and up. And when he could go no further, no higher, he jumped.
Hitting the ground in the dream jolted him awake.
When he arrived in the dining hall shock was like a slap to the face. It was like he'd gotten out of bed and walked right into a scene from a terrifying movie. Everything was going wrong.
"Oh no no no. No no. I don't like murder mysteries."
He found himself deeply desiring to go home.
Posted: Thu May 23, 2013 9:24 am
Louise may have been responsible for some of the screaming. He may have even been responsible for a lot of the screaming.
He had awoken, curious as to the non-working alarm clock and anything that required electricity, and headed to the dining hall to find out what had happened. Surely this was an inappropriate way to treat highly esteemed guests, how was he supposed to appropriately fluff up his beard with the blow dryer if the stupid thing wouldn’t turn on?
But when he sauntered into the hall, Louise ran smack dab into the backside of blonde-haired Ian, and had stepped back a few steps and shaking his head to recollect his wits.
Trying to find some sleep in a new location was always rather difficult for Adler; time zones, lack of wife, lack of usual blankets and pillows and the bed being in the completely wrong position. So, needless to say he hadn't slept all too well for night one. But, nothing a good cup of coffee and doing some paperwork couldn't fix - along with a possible actual breakfast, something he didn't get at home because of busy schedules.
But, it didn't seem like he would be getting any of this. Because first the lights in his room hadn't been working, taking away precious time to try to locate his glasses. He also couldn't shave, nor do his hair properly so the state he found himself at the dining hall was less than satisfactory to his standards - disheveled really. But that was really just trifle to the horror of the room he came upon just like the others. Blood, the stench, the body, the screaming.
As much as Adler was in disbelief of this place and its fallacies (and oh how he was going to ding this place for faulty electricity on top of everything else), it was much too early to wrap his head around the authenticity of this one. Someone was screaming, probably a few people really, and the only sound he really made was one of retching.
Guest Name: Adler Green Guest Profession: Insurance Inspector Group: Unicorn Physical Description: A tall 6'5, thin, stern looking man of 42 who looks like he's never had fun in his life (because he hasn't). His hair is a sandy blonde and very nicely combed and well maintained, since he still has it and all, and his eyes are a very nice shade of green. Adler takes pride in his appearance, wearing very nice suits and very boring ties and socks to go along with his very well maintained shoes. About the only thing about him that could be interesting are his horn-rimmed glasses. Rarely smiles. Brief Character Profile: Let's get one thing straight, Adler didn't want to come to this place. He was assigned by his company to assets a future client, and given how he's a Director of Major Accounts that put him in prime position. Adler has no stitch of imagination and thinks all of this is asinine (maybe even part of him wants to prove it all fake). He has a stick up his a** (and looks it) and a rather cold demeanor. Your AIM & Minipet SN: hikarinomegami / chirigami
Posted: Thu May 23, 2013 10:14 am
Tired from an eventful first day of guests, Hannah had slept like the dead as soon as she'd gotten in bed. Right up until the screaming began - that had jolted her awake, but it had taken her a few seconds of disoriented blinking to figure out what it was that had woken her. There was an ungodly amount of noise happening, the nightlight wasn't on, what -- she fumbled to find the scrunchie on her nightstand, making a quick ponytail to get the hair out of her eyes and just think for moment. Something was wrong. Obviously.
First things first, she checked her cell - no signal? Okay, that was... weird. Getting up to throw on the first clothes she could find (jogging pants, the ratty old oversized t-shirt she sometimes slept in, sneakers) and grab the requisite packet of gum, she made a beeline for the source of the screaming.
Which turned out to be Lou. Among other people. "What's--?" And that was when she noticed the floors, the walls, the fricking ceiling, all covered in blood. "Oh god..." her voice was faint as she beheld the remains of her boss.
"Well, crap."
Staff Name: Hannah Everett Job Description: Security - Centaur Group Tour Guide Physical Description: Tanned skin, brown eyes and ash blonde-brown hair usually up in a high ponytail with bangs framing her face, Hannah is an athletic 26 year old woman of about 175 cm's height. Usually found loudly chewing some exotic flavour of bubblegum. Brief Character Profile: Hannah generally takes to everything in life with a constant cheerful vigour and dogged determination to get things done. She's very sociable and has an ill-hidden romantic streak a mile wide. Despite her demeanour, she's quite competent at her job.
Cecil had awoken from pleasent dreams of possible futures, creatures bowing to him as he commanded them as a loving dictator- to the sounds of screams.
Grumbling with irritation, he tried to check the clock. Nothing.
Cecil, a little voice in the back of his head whispered, Something's going on. Can you smell that?
"The power's out." He mumbled, pulling his glasses on and fumbled in the dim morning light to get dressed.
It's worse than that, can you SMELL that?
"Fear..." He breathed, face suddenly pale as he gripped the gold watch eternally on his wrist.
A string of French cursewords proceeded him as he hurried his way back into the hall, "Merde, merde- WHORL!! WICKETT!" He bellowed, glancing around frantically at the screaming tourists and slack-jawed employees. At the sight of the blood, the little man stopped in his tracks.
"Well, ********." He gaped, and for a moment a look of terror washed over him. He had found Whorl, alright. In multiple places. He backed away, looking nauseous. "YOU! AND YOU!" He suddenly roared, turning to the staff members all standing around uselessly, "I WANT YOU TO HERD THESE CIVILIANS SOMEPLACE SAFE WHILE I SORT THIS OUT, YOU GOT ME?"
The look of feint horror was gone, replaced by determination. He had this under control. These creatures were HIS.
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