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Amphitheater Multiverse: The Wastelands

Amphitheater Multiverse

The Amphitheater is a mysterious place. It's in the space of a blink that you appear outside one of its many entrances. You're beckoned inside, taken to the center, where the showrunners assign you a role. Another blink, and you're no longer surrounded by rows of crowded seats. The crowd and cast have disappeared. Whatever role you were given, that is your life now, even if only for the duration of the performance. Be careful, though. It's easy to get lost in the role you were given. It's not uncommon for performers to forget who they are.

Performance: The Wastelands

It's a scenario which has fascinated since the very inception of story-telling: What happens after the world ends? It seems that's what's occurred here. Shops and houses are left empty of life, looted of supplies. Strange, mutant plants grow wrap around buildings and overtake forests, which infected animals slip out of to attack. Towns are less so towns, and more so guarded fortresses which only allow certain individuals in and out. Supplies are scarce, and trade has devolved into a bartering system. Camps of survivors are scattered throughout the countryside and abandoned villages, with some bigger groups splitting up into factions. Infighting is common, as well as altercations between groups. The world has become temperamental, anxious, everyone always prepared to attack. Those affected by the mutation find it even harder to survive every day, met with a whole host of biological and social obstacles. Everyone's goal is to survive. What role will you play?

Dramatis Personae

scavengers & survivalists

Scavengers and survivalists survive on their own as best as they can. They are loners who travel from settlement to settlement, trading supplies they've found before moving onto the next place. Some prefer to live off grid entirely, and only interact with others when passing in their travels. Others hide away in cities and towns, away from the eyes of the factions that govern them, stealing what they need. Generally, these types believe that others will slow them down, and are concerned more with their own survival than anything else, which makes them poor companions.

leaders

The world as all knew it may have ended, but so long as there are people still alive, they will need leaders. One might lead a small settlement with only a handful of people, merely interested in surviving. Instead, one might be the leader of a powerful faction in a major fortress city, with hundreds at your command. There are religious leaders, as well, which devotees follow faithfully in all that they do. Whatever the case may be, the leader is, at the end of the day, someone responsible for the wellbeing of the many others that depend on them.

traders

Traders are apocalypse-made merchants who survive by collecting and selling items between settlements. Some of these merchants travel, moving from settlement to settlement and providing goods for travelers on the road, and some reside in settlements, providing goods for the town. They may sell anything from rations to weapons to medical supplies, and generally tend to have good relationships with leaders, due to their many connections. They are good salespeople, exceptionally clever with words, and may convince you to leave with something you don't need, or give them something you do.

the affected

No one is quite sure what caused animals, plants, and people to all start changing - why some are affected, and others aren't - but some strange mutation took hold after the world came to an end, rendering some something between human and beast. They are not mindless, and they are not hungry, but they have been known to attack - transform into monsters which blindly lash out until their prey has been disposed of. This only happens when they are provoked, however...

hunters

Some believe that the affected must be disposed of, studied, or otherwise detained until an explanation for their condition can be found. There are a few leaders, both religious and otherwise, who claim to be researching a cure for the strange affliction. They hire hunters to find the affected and bring them to their headquarters. Other hunters have more personal reasons for wanting to seek out the affected and dispose of them.

devotees

In times of great crisis, such as these, people find themselves desperate for a guiding light to follow. Devotees pledge themselves to leaders, objects, gods, etc., and follow them dutifully no matter what they're asked to do. Some religious factions condemn the affected, while some celebrate and welcome them, and others still that want to research them; likewise, there are some factions that welcome anyone, some that only welcome allied factions, some that welcome no one. It all depends on what one has decided to devote themselves to - the point is, they're devoted.

OOC

Hello! Welcome to Amphitheater Multiverse, inspired by former game 7Dead's AU/amplitheater premise. Essentially, characters enter a magical amphitheater that is holding a performance (this time it is "The Wastelands," a post-apocalyptic story), and they are cast in roles. This transports them to the setting of the "play" - essentially one big collective AU you can TL and play in (your characters can either be aware they're in a play, completely lost in their roles, some combination thereof, etc.). You can play out multiple roles/enter & exit the amphitheater more than once.

Please follow basic DWRP etiquette, don't be a jerk, use CWs in subject lines/read them. Play anyone you want - canon characters, OCs, fandom OCs, AUs, CRAUs, etc., etc. This event is open for anyone to play. You do not need to know me or be on my plurk list or anything like that. If you have any questions, please direct them here, or hit me up on plurk at

pantheraliam (just note that I don't add people unless I know them). Have fun, be safe o v o;;

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something important
Looking for this?

[Recently, you lost an item. Maybe it’s sentimental, or just plain useful; either way, this teenager is pointing to it with a nail bat. You’ve been summoned to a quiet place, and whether you’re all mask and muscle or a shrinking twig, Aubrey’s watching you with her chin lifted and a challenge in her stance. She hasn’t pointed her bat at you, although you get the impression she wouldn’t hesitate.]

You can have it back—but show me what you got, first.

in search of peace
[There’s a sanctum not far from here. Its quiet isn’t often disturbed—but here you are, and here’s a crash into hello! Aubrey trips directly into your path, headband-bow askew, out of breath.

[She scrambles back—but not from you. There’s a red stain on her forearm, and her glare is fixed on the trail behind her. Something, or someone, follows. Would you like to intervene?]

wildcard/footnotes
(ooc: Left prompts deliberately vague; fill in the details as you wish. Non-prompt starters also welcome. Surprise me!
(Lost in the Role Sauce rating: 3.75 of 5, more into it than not. Aubrey had a several-month stint in labyrinthum; feel free to request the CRAU version for more familiarity with fighting, bloodshed, and behavior-altering jamjar shenanigans.)

[He goes to the sanctum because that's where he's meant to be - when in doubt, when in question, and for lack of anything better, as a default. He's dressed up, as always, for his role too, with a black scarf around his neck, and red lines painted (?) under his eyes. He isn't expecting to see anyone else. She looks lost.

[And something follows. How big? Not that big.

[He jerks his chin over his shoulder - get behind - then moves to step in front of her, regardless of whether she's taken his invitation. Eren readies his gun.]

[Who are you? Strange thought, considering. Maybe it’s the scarf, the lines—his face…

[Aubrey doesn’t retreat. Maybe she should. From towering trees ambles the monster: a human figure, or are there more than one? Unblinking eyes, bony hands, too many feet in lockstep; pitch black oozes from nail-studded wounds. The advance is slow; it doesn’t matter. Gunfire won’t stop it. It just… keeps… moving…]

[This again. Eren watches the advance with hollow eyes, some odd melancholy the only life in them.]

Come with me.

[He starts across the stone floors of the sanctum. There's a paved, covered path outside the back exit, leading...

[Where?

[He keeps a steady pace, but there's no need to run. The Affected are slow in this state.]

[She shouldn’t follow him. She does need to. Gripping her arm, bunching her sleeve as if that might hide the stain better, Aubrey hauls herself to her feet and takes his lead. It's not as though she didn’t want this....

[Her shoulders lower, despite herself, as trees give way to sanctuary. Streaked sneakers leave an ugly trail.]

Where are we going…? [Quiet. Even Aubrey doesn’t want to disturb these grounds.]

Aubrey | OMORI

in search of peace >:3c is he lost in the role? good question!

cw body horror lesgooo

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something important - this time it's post-laby and not lost in the role at all

post-laby but maybe lost a *little* bit. as a treat

hehe...

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something important - every da flyleaf da thread for me

eats every single one of your tags

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closed to DA BOMB

SCREAMS SO LOUD AT ALL OF THIS...

HEHEHEHE

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hijacks my own toplevel idc. sunbird time

throws up throws up throws up throws up

:)

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something important

borrows lore from your toplevel (lmk if you want changes! +ok with any/all observations)

rolls back over here 84 years later... this is perfect just like this!!

🎉

post-laby but maybe lost a little bit. as a treat