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Prompt 1: In a village in the middle of an eerie forest, you need shelter. There are many empty houses speckled across a central village, each with its own customizable features. The houses are always made of wood and field stone. They lack all modern commodities, however there is crude indoor plumbing. There are thick glass windows, misty and difficult to see through, and thick wooden doors that are heavy and difficult to move--however all of them have barricades on the inside to keep intruders out. Most houses have several rooms and some even have multiple floors, but there is something aged and almost crumbling about each of them. They are safer than nothing, but they are cold and uninviting. You need to claim one of these homes for yourself, but with so many unknowns, it's probably best to find a group to stick with and have your back. Do you try to take on this oddity in a house, alone? Or do you manage to find people to get along with and share a house with?
Ryan had already had a bad day. He'd burned his hand making breakfast trying to learn to pan flip pancakes; he'd struggled with his internet connection all day and couldn't stream the way he'd planned, which almost certainly meant there would be a dent in his payout; he'd tried to go shopping and the little local store he liked had been out of his favorite junk food snack; now, the weather was doing all this fog nonsense, and if he'd been in a better mood, he'd've welcomed it as a lovely sign of the spooky fall, with Halloween so close. But today, he was tired, upset, and hurt, and the atmosphere only served to make him feel even more depressed.
He sighed to himself as he tried to slog home, but the fog was obscuring more and more. With a start, Ryan realized it couldn't have been normal and he took out his pen, clicking it as quick as he could to power into Monoceros. He was unconcerned with being seen; by the time he was clicking it, he couldn't see a damn thing. All he knew was that he needed to be able to fight, just in case. This didn't feel right at all. Something bad had caused this, of that he was certain.
Just after the transformation finished, it seemed like the entire world just... disappeared. He coughed as the sudden cold sapped the air from his lungs, rubbing his chest and tasting a difference in the air. No more "city taste". This was... Similar to the woods near his old home, but far more removed. He coughed again, trying to inhale deeply and get some air back in his shocked lungs.
He blinked as the fog settled and peeled back, revealing a little village by a wood. Not too far off on his guess, then. What had this strange fog done to him? He took a deeper, steadier breath, now that he was used to the sudden change, and really looked around, spotting dozens of different people. Civilians, other Senshi, Negagents, a whole variety of people. Some he'd seen, some he'd not. Each with various levels of confusion, fear, and suspicion on their faces.
"Well," he said aloud, mostly to himself, "We appear to be... royally ******** took another deep breath, once more to steady himself, though less physically and more mentally. Okay. His next step here... He guessed, was to listen to anyone that tried to step up and be a leader through this, if that happened, try to find a group to survive this with, whatever this was, at least until they could find a way out of here. He suspected it wouldn't be easy to escape this strange place.
Jesus, he'd seen too many spooky movies. He dearly hoped they weren't about to be Blair Witch Project'd or something. Or, maybe Revenant. He's probably outright die of fear if some kind of, like, Supernatural Wendigo showed up. He sighed to himself and began to wander, trying to figure out what to actually do.
Finding shelter seemed appropriate. Wasn't that the first thing all survival guides said to do? Find a shelter, make a shelter, whatever. And then water and food. It didn't seem like the first part would be too hard, at least. Since there were already a bunch of perfectly fine houses. Maybe a little dilapidated, but nothing that couldn't be fixed up, at least?
He poked around at the houses, watching people group up and split off, and more than a few minor arguments between Chaos and Order people. He really, really wanted to avoid any fighting here. Something in him just trembled at the thought, so he snuck into a house nobody had entered yet and set himself up in a corner.
This place didn't seem too bad, at least. There didn't appear to be anything wrong with it. Nothing was leaking anywhere that he could find; nothing like mouse holes or any other evidence of actual mice that might be running around the house and in the walls and freaking him the ******** out at night; and no snakes, speaking of any creepy crawlies. Thank God. He was most emphatically not a snake person. His body shuddered at the thought, as if a snake would launch from the darkness and bite him in the a** right then.
He shook his head at himself and toyed with the little bow on his outfit, needing something to stim with. He wished he kept his backpack in this form. He could at least have broken out his coloring books and gone to town all over that. It was soothing, filling in the colors of flower petals, or doing the... ********, there was a word for their designs. The thingies that looked like Kaleidoscopes. Whatever, it wasn't really important.
....He supposed he could step outside and doodle in the dirt with a stick? If it really got that bad, anyway. Right now, though, he was fine. He needed to be fine. Going outside and poking at dirt was definitely a stupid idea, when he ought to be looking the house over a little more.
It didn't seem too bad. A little dirty, mostly, but otherwise a very solid house. There were some crates of food—fruits and veggies, from what he could see. And some... Well, he supposed it was useable as cookware, if they built a fire and crafted some tools carefully. Roasted apple could be pretty delicious. Though, then they'd just need to stab it on a stick, and not just use the clay pots and bowls around the area.
Oh, right. They'd need a water source, too. Was there a well, in the village? He poked his head out the front door, for just a moment, then retreated immediately. He really didn't want to go out there right now. So many people made him feel incredibly nervous, like he was back home, about to do something wrong that would get him in trouble.
Better wait until nightfall, when there would be less people around. Yeah.
