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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![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
pantheraliam (just note that I don't add people unless I know them). Have fun, be safe o v o;;
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
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[Really comforting, that. For a few breaths, Aubrey only watches him, eyes narrowed. Something’s buzzing in her head. Is it getting closer?
[She starts to open her mouth—a retort? a question?—but inadvertently loosens her grip, and winces. Ugh. Fine. With one last glance, Aubrey steps into the dark.]
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What did you do to aggravate them?
[Some would argue that the affected attack for no reason at all, but official sources do say otherwise...]
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They were after my friends.
[Why deny it?]
I couldn’t let them....
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What did your friends do to aggravate them?
[They reach the bottom of the staircase, a small, stone room with a few corridors off to each side. Eren places the torch in a sconce on the wall.]
They're mindless animals. Is that what you think?
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[There’s a distinct feeling of being judged. It happens often, in places like this. Aubrey can’t escape it.]
You’re not... you don’t know what they are. Do you? [It’s a genuine question, almost said like a statement. She can’t face him.]
throws this at u
[He's facing her.]
They're my people.
catches it like a dog
[ . . . ]
…Yeah. Well. [Mumbled, like a scolded child.
[She rubs at her arm.]
I’m not gonna bother them anymore.
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[A subtle, almost instinctive shift back. But…
[Aubrey shuts her eyes. Slowly, she lifts her hand; it trembles, lightly. The stain is turning black.
[Her arm is his.]
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It will close on its own. Your wounds will never heal again, though. You'll wear a scar for everything that happens to you.
[An effect of the disease, the cause of that black, branching effect on the affecteds' skin.]
Everyone will know what you are...
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[A barked, wheezing noise that might be a mockery of a laugh. Aubrey’s grimacing.] I know that....
[It took some effort not to flinch from his touch; not nearly enough. Whether it's shock or horror that keeps her arm extended, Aubrey doesn't know—but she doesn’t pull away.
[Finally, she drags her eyes up to his.]
Why do you think I'm here? [On her face: Are you serious? In her voice: God. Help me.]
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My name is Eren.
[She's probably heard it by now.]
I'm who you're looking for.
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[“They’re my people.” Eren’s. She should have known. Too focused on the monster, not enough on the man....
[Aubrey’s mouth opens to speak; shuts, because it’s better if that’s not her name. They can’t follow someone they can’t find.
[Instead:] Show me, then. [A little more resolute. It’s easier; she means it.] What you do, here.
[To your people.]
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[He moves a few paces away, through an open archway that leads down a stone corridor.]
This church was run by a family of noble blood before the end. These tunnels were kept secret, used for rituals.
[Long, turning, twisting. Eren keeps a steady pace.]
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[“Rituals.” Promising. She's starting to think the anticipation is worse than… wherever the Hell this leads to.
[Aubrey starts to roll her sleeve back down, but stops. Decides there’s no point. Follows, regardless.]
Seems easy to get lost.... [Strange, actually, that he’s taken the lead. But they both know there’s no going back, don’t they?]
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[Promising.
[They reach a dead end, a wooden door; it isn't locked. Eren pulls it open, and there's another staircase, another door, and then...
[A massive, crystalline cavern, and the bustling camp built inside. People go about their daily lives without a second thought. It's clear just looking at them, even with the dark roots stretching out all over their skin.
[He steps aside to let her see.]
Their sanctuary. For now.
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[So, what do they do here?
[They live.
[Aubrey stops, dumbly, in the doorway. Stairs, tunnels, darkness, all the way down; a persistent itch gnawing at her arm that she’s trying her damndest to ignore—but whatever she expected in the end, it wasn’t this.
[It’s… normal. Almost.
[Finally, she swallows. Shoves her hands in torn pockets, crumpled sleeve be damned.]
It’s yours.
[Awe isn’t quite how the words come out, though they are quiet. And they’re not, somehow, afraid.]
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[Black ink shifts around in each of Eren's eyes, only the faintest freckles of green showing through. Aubrey's eyes are already brown, but he can still see their color. He pictures them blue, for some reason.
[It's been a while since he had someone new, but somehow, she doesn't feel it. Her scent is so familiar, that tension tugging on her brows, that little frown. He finds himself running a knuckle just over her cheekbone.
[When he realizes, he drops his hand.]
The change isn't pleasant. We'll make you comfortable.
You won't want to suffer through it alone, so...
I'll stay with you.
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[He touches her cheek, and she doesn’t shy away. Odd, that the gesture feels almost familiar, and she looks up to him when it drops.
[His eyes aren’t familiar. Not entirely…]
Does it always hurt…? [It’s meant to sound more suspicious than it does. Either way, Aubrey thinks she can take it; physically, mentally, hell with it. Can’t be all that new.
[Privately, she’ll be grateful for the company. The infection crawls, just out of sight.]
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I've never heard of anyone saying that it didn't.
[He leads them down through a cluster of tents, turning left through another; people bow their heads as he passes, curling their right fists over their hearts.]
It isn't a typical infection. It will spread through every bone, vein, and organ until you're an entirely different being.
[Comforting; it's not his concern to be.
[They near a large, black tent, closed. Eren stops in front of it.]
Despite all that, it's not as terrible as it sounds. Most report a sense of euphoria past a certain point. It lasts longer than the pain does.
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[She takes his hand, unthinking. Tells herself it’s because getting lost in here would be worse than… not doing that. He said he'd stay....
[Under the eyes of the two it connects, the mark on Aubrey’s limb extends and trails, a tendril from hand to heart. Despite his vow, she tries to pay attention to anything else, other people, other activities—but it always leads back to Eren.
[When he stops, so does she. Not feeling much of anything like euphoria, but... something else. Her focus trails down and it looks like her veins have reached out to meet his, an affection only deepened by the contact. Aubrey tries to let go. Finds she can’t.]
But that doesn't last, either… [Half to herself, and not quite a question.] …does it…?