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Chapter 06: Act I
FRANKENHYDE: ACT I—
§ instructions.
Frankenhyde Act I is underway! This is the designated log for all Main Scenes. Others are free to create their own toplevels for the Sub Quests, which are detailed below. Each Main Scene has their own unique toplevel and those cast into the roles are to thread their scene under each. All scene instructions are provided in the toplevels.
A few reminders. The city's setting is steampunk themed, so while for the most part it follows ye old Victorian England style, you have a lot of Industrial accents and odd machines about, including small airships. There is a river, so ports and docks are available but although this place may seem large, it's actually a finite space. Sailing down the river will be an endless loop back to the start with fog being the only visible "boundary." Passing through this fog will them back to where they were. There are also numerous research labs and other buildings, but many of them are locked or sealed behind an invisible barrier so no one can enter. The "locals" are all blots, so they are more like living puppets that will have minimum response to anyone who tries to interact with them. Most are neutral, but will attack if provoked. There are also some that are immediately hostile, and are differentiated by the sparks of electricity they generate around their bodies. The "safe zone" for this campaign will be a designated apartment building. Everyone can either bunk together or choose their own room.
Finally, just to be clear, characters who are assigned roles will know beforehand and can either communicate with their partner beforehand or just wait until they're in the scene. To get to their scene, characters must enter a specially marked door in the apartment building to be transported into their scene. They will automatically return upon completion (or if something goes horribly horribly wrong). Threading all of that isn't necessary, but it's to help give a better idea that characters can take a break between scenes or wait a bit to help with other things like the Sub Quests.
Feel free to refer to the Game Notes for more detailed info as well as ask questions or clarifications.
§ sub quests.
Everyone is free to participate in the Sub Quests. There are no specific top levels, so you're free to incorporate them however you wish in your own top level.
¶ I. Help the Scientists. A lot of work needs to be done to help the research experiments be a success, some of it a bit more unsavory than the rest.
¶ II. Help the Locals. Like most damaged stories, the local townspeople are not real but Blots taking the form of the original residents. Most are friendly and continue about their lives without paying much attention to the Aspect and providing basic assistance or keeping out of their way. They do not speak but seem to understand if communicated to.
¶ III. Trick-or-Treat! It seems everyone came in time for Halloween. Although not quite as festive as current day, the children still participate in some lighthearted trick-or-treating. The Aspects are free to participate either in wearing costumes, doling out candy, or playing tricks, but they will want to keep an eye out. Some of these costumes appear too good, and some unfortunate accidents and incidents will reveal odd mutant experiments have escaped and mingled with the crowds. Most are not hostile and just cause accidents and disturbances, so they can be gathered and returned to the various research labs. Others may prove a bit more "bite-y" so more force may be necessary to subdue them.
¶ IV. Wildcard. Make up your own prompt!
§ instructions.
Frankenhyde Act I is underway! This is the designated log for all Main Scenes. Others are free to create their own toplevels for the Sub Quests, which are detailed below. Each Main Scene has their own unique toplevel and those cast into the roles are to thread their scene under each. All scene instructions are provided in the toplevels.
A few reminders. The city's setting is steampunk themed, so while for the most part it follows ye old Victorian England style, you have a lot of Industrial accents and odd machines about, including small airships. There is a river, so ports and docks are available but although this place may seem large, it's actually a finite space. Sailing down the river will be an endless loop back to the start with fog being the only visible "boundary." Passing through this fog will them back to where they were. There are also numerous research labs and other buildings, but many of them are locked or sealed behind an invisible barrier so no one can enter. The "locals" are all blots, so they are more like living puppets that will have minimum response to anyone who tries to interact with them. Most are neutral, but will attack if provoked. There are also some that are immediately hostile, and are differentiated by the sparks of electricity they generate around their bodies. The "safe zone" for this campaign will be a designated apartment building. Everyone can either bunk together or choose their own room.
Finally, just to be clear, characters who are assigned roles will know beforehand and can either communicate with their partner beforehand or just wait until they're in the scene. To get to their scene, characters must enter a specially marked door in the apartment building to be transported into their scene. They will automatically return upon completion (or if something goes horribly horribly wrong). Threading all of that isn't necessary, but it's to help give a better idea that characters can take a break between scenes or wait a bit to help with other things like the Sub Quests.
Feel free to refer to the Game Notes for more detailed info as well as ask questions or clarifications.
§ sub quests.
Everyone is free to participate in the Sub Quests. There are no specific top levels, so you're free to incorporate them however you wish in your own top level.
¶ I. Help the Scientists. A lot of work needs to be done to help the research experiments be a success, some of it a bit more unsavory than the rest.- Gather Ingredients.There are a lot of things that go into creating life, so cue the fetch quest. Items range from organs from wildlife to various plants and herbs to tools such as thread, needles, and large bolts. These items can be found throughout the town and outside of the forest and can be left at either of the buildings that is set for Frankenstein's and Jekyll's laboratories. Do note that no one except those who are cast for the scenes can go inside (there is an impenetrable barrier that will shock anyone who tries to enter).
- Bzzzzt. The scientists also need to generate a lot of electricity. Outside each laboratory are various generators used to harness and conduct electricity: lightning rods that can be attached anywhere, strange boxes that need to be powered, and even an odd looking metal ball that can be opened to physically capture lightning. Just be careful to not get shocked!
¶ II. Help the Locals. Like most damaged stories, the local townspeople are not real but Blots taking the form of the original residents. Most are friendly and continue about their lives without paying much attention to the Aspect and providing basic assistance or keeping out of their way. They do not speak but seem to understand if communicated to.- Science Fair. There is a local science fair being held that anyone can participate in! Rewards...aren't that great, but it's the experience that matters. But as expected, things don't go smoothly as various experiments and projects go awry. With the technology as it is, this can be even more dangerous as more than one is dealing with explosive fuel or have way out-of-the-box inventions such as flying motorized bikes or small automaton of some kind.
- Dangerous Blots. There are some blots who are badly damaged by Erasers and are more prone to attack. Those that have small electric sparks around them will have jerky movements and must be subdued or destroyed. There are also real Erasers lurking about, taking the form of unidentifiable homunculus and small chimera.
¶ III. Trick-or-Treat! It seems everyone came in time for Halloween. Although not quite as festive as current day, the children still participate in some lighthearted trick-or-treating. The Aspects are free to participate either in wearing costumes, doling out candy, or playing tricks, but they will want to keep an eye out. Some of these costumes appear too good, and some unfortunate accidents and incidents will reveal odd mutant experiments have escaped and mingled with the crowds. Most are not hostile and just cause accidents and disturbances, so they can be gathered and returned to the various research labs. Others may prove a bit more "bite-y" so more force may be necessary to subdue them. ¶ IV. Wildcard. Make up your own prompt!
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76 picked up a mug, the lower part of his mask unhooked and the lower bone 'jaw' of it set on the counter within reach. All s he could take a drink of black coffee while he worked. Some bit of a meal for himself, and a little prep to what h was going to take back up to the apartment he'd holed himself up in as well.]
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[He walks into the kitchen, glancing at the fruit and the simmering, flat.... somethings in the pan.]
What are you doing? [He might be slowly reaching for a peach slice.]
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Took the pan and flipped the lot with a flick of his wrist, setting the pan itself back on to the stove. Took another drink of coffee.]
Cooking.
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I can see you're cooking, obviously. But what the hell is an old human doing up this late? Don't humans sleep during the night?
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[Clearly, since he was awake and sounded like he wasn't a bit tired. Wasn't even due to the coffee. This was normal for him, even if usually he just crammed down a protein bar or something else quick and easy on the go to keep going.
This was luxurious compared to his usual eating habits these days, outside of the literal campfire cooking.] This is normal for me.
[Being awake at this time and all.]
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[Finally locating the drawer with forks, he grabs one and uses it to spear one of the peaches.]
What the hell are you even making? It looks like some weird... flat... [He pauses, squinting at the flipped cake.] Holy shit, are you making grubcakes?
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[Dryly stated.
Pan was picked up and all of them were slid in to the awaiting plate, the fluffy things stacked on on top of the other as he turned the stove off. The bit of whipped cream he'd done up being scooped on top of them.]
Flapjacks, possibly similar.
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[Karkat samples the word, frowning as he says it.]
What kind of shitty dumbass name is flap jacks? What the hell do they have to do with Jacks anyway?
[He would keep ranting, but he just sort of pauses as he watches Jack pile the cakes together, and apply the dollop of whipped cream. Oh man. That... looks pretty good.]
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Forked up a few peached and deposited on top, beside the dollops of whipped cream.]
Get stuck on names, miss out on the taste.
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[Then the words 76 said actually settles in his mind. He looks between 76 and the plate before him.]
Are you... offering me some? [Hard to tell with humans sometimes.]
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Dig in, you have a fork.
[A yes, and he was taking up the pan again as the stove was turned back on, making sure it lit. Already going about making more flapjacks with the batter. A few at a time with the size of it.
Another drink of coffee from the mug.]
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[With the piece of peach still speared on his fork, Karkat stabs the first pancake and tears off a piece, fangs baring as he opens his mouth and takes a bite.]
[Instantly, his eyes widen and he lets out a surprised noise.]
Holy fuck! This is fucking... fuck!
[He immediately goes to tear another piece off and shove it in his mouth.]
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Took a long drink from his mug, and took the few minutes after to re-fill it with coffee. By the time that was finished he could flip the flapjacks over to cook the other side.]
Good.
[Positive reaction at least.]
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What the actual fuck. I would have perforated my own bulge with a culling fork before ever giving you any sort of credit towards culinary expertise. Seriously, how the hell did you even manage this? Like, sure the grubcakes are missing the tang and meaty chunks of grub, but this is still fucking delicious! Clearly I have died and am now living in some sort of fucked-up afterlife of food nirvana. I don’t even think the goddamn Condesce ever ate food this good, holy shit. Who the hell taught you to cook, Troll Gordon Ramsay?
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My mother.
[For the most part at least, he learned from watching her and picked up a few things from cooking shows. Some he used to watch on his phone, but beside the point. Really, it was too bad he couldn't use the zest of an orange for the batter now, but beside the point again.
Still, at least the kid was eating.]
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[Karkat shoves another piece of flapjack in his mouth and chews as he mulls over the word.]
That's what you humans call adults who decide to stick around and play lusus rather than go off and... do whatever it is adult humans do, right? At least a "mother" makes sense, somewhat, if you consider it in context with a Mother Grub. Human mothers are the ones who brood human grubs or some shit, right?
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[There was no need to go beyond that either.
This time he didn't put the flapjacks on to the plate all at once. No, this time he layered the whipped cream between each one. Made the stack look taller, and there was some sliced strawberries he put on top. Figured he might as well leave the peaches to the kid at this point.]
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[He falls silent at that, choosing to instead finish the rest of the flapjacks on his plate. He saves the fruit for last, and is not above licking the syrup off of the plate. When he's done he lowers the plate and lets out a content sigh.]
Wow. I forgot how good grubcakes can be... kind of crazy what sort of shit you forget sometimes.
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[Could very well answer both comments, and it sounded as if he were simply going to leave it at that.
He was. Stove was turned off again one he was done with his own stack, things set aside with minimal mess. Syrup and butter was all he'd done outside of the whipped cream between flapjacks. Already cutting in with a fork to enjoy his food.]
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[He watches Jack as he digs into the stack of flapjacks, already kind of wanting more. But the stove's already been turned off, and he's not pathetic enough to beg for more food. Mostly.]
[Instead, his tail flicks, and he scratches at his neck as he looks at the other objects still on the table.]
...Do you have any more of those peaches?
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[He gestured towards the bowl, it still contained plenty of sugary syrup'd peaches in it.] Help yourself.
[Was fine with letting the kid have the rest of them, he'd already made what he'd wanted at this hour. Something that'd fill his stomach, taking advantage of what was on hand to do it, too.]
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[He gets up when 76 gestures, moving to pick up the bowl of peaches. All the while he talks, arms moving animatedly as he does.]
Trust me when I say that I know that nothing is simple and normal is. In fact, I'm pretty sure the universe itself has written away on its grand scheme that is too far advanced and omniscient for anyone to possibly ever comprehend that certain individuals are just born to have the shittiest, stupidest fucking experience during their entire life, unlife, and afterlife. I mean, hell, paradox space is so wide and depressing half the time, it needs a couple laughingstocks to poke fun at, right? Why else have all these people who supposedly go about enjoying a "normal" life, and I don't think I even need to mime out the enclosure talons for you to see how full of sarcasm that term is.
[He takes a small break to spear one of the peaches and shove it in his mouth, briefly putting a hold on his rant to enjoy sugary peach goodness.]
We're just the ones who got the shittiest shit end of the shit stick.
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He didn't say a word during the rant, just slowly eating his flapjacks as Karkat went on-]
You want another stack to go with your peaches.
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[He's got the fork halfway to his mouth when 76 speaks up, and Karkat looks up at him.]
Didn't you already put away the cooking stuff?
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[It wasn't as if he'd cleaned anything and put it all away, just set things aside to be cleaned while turning off the stove. Hadn't quite used up all of the batter he'd made either. Still, didn't matter if the offer was turned down or not.
Was as much as he was willing to offer.]
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