humiliatious | Amphitheater Multiverse: The Wastelands

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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[Eren's enthusiasm dies away quickly when he sees Armin, leg bloodied, eyes wet with tears. He comes to stand at Levi's side, hand idly gripping the man's sleeve at the shoulder, brows anxiously pulled together. His voice pipes ups, uncertain, but clearly trying to sound positive.]

It might leave a cool scar, Armin! You'll look so tough - nobody will mess with you ever again.

[ He feels the little hands clutching at him, searching for stability, maybe. In a world before the disaster, he might have told him to stop wrinkling his jacket, but those days are long gone. Whenever he finally passes out he frequently wakes up to sticky hands tugging on his face and he feels nothing but gratitude they all get another day. ]

[ He briefly moves his other hand to cover Eren's, squeezing gently in reassurance, then returns to his task. ]

Exactly. And you'll have a good story for when you want to impress someone, huh?

[ As he talks, he gently cleans around the cut, wiping off mud and blood, making sure Armin's calf is as clean as it can be before he starts pouring things on it. Armin nods shakily, but the snot now runs down his chin and doesn't make him look particularly brave, though of course Levi won't mention it. ]

This might sting. You should bite down on something. [ He offers a belt from his holster, then while the kids get it in place he opens and sniffs the antiseptic to make sure that's what it is. They're in luck; this should do the trick. ] Mikasa, on three.

[ She's the most cool-headed among the kids; it's her and Jean that Levi teaches the most about battlefield medicine -- or their makeshift kind of it anyway -- though of course everyone got the first aid crash course. ]

[ Once the blond boy's biting down and Mikasa is holding both his arms -- assuring but restraining -- Levi carefully grips his foot and then finally washes the wound clean. ]

[ At least the screaming is muffled. ]

[Eren cringes to hear Armin scream, a pained yelp escaping him, too, as if they were both enduring the same torture. Eren would handle it a lot better - wishes he really could, but he can't, so he clutches the boy's hand tight instead. It may be just as much for himself as it is for Armin.]

It's okay. [Eren's voice is tight, young, but steady. His eyes are glassy with tears, but he doesn't shed them.] Just a little longer, Armin...

[ Really, it hurts Levi, too, but he's very aware of everything that can go wrong with a wound not properly taken care of. A little pain to prevent it is well worth it. So he just steels himself and does what needs to be done -- cleaning, antiseptic, cauterizing, stitching, antiseptic again, bandages -- while his two little assistants do their best to comfort Armin and hold him still. ]

[ The whole thing takes maybe close to ten minutes, but he eventually finishes wrapping the bandage around Armin's calf and ties it off, then gently pats his knee to let him know he can put it down. ]

There, all done. Good job, all of you. [ Then he's taking a napkin to the boy's face, cleaning up the tears and snot best he can. ] Armin, as a wounded soldier you're off duty from all your chores for the next week. You can sleep in the hammock tonight.

[ It's the best replacement for a treat he can think of, considering that they haven't found sugar in a while. "The hammock" is where they usually store food they don't want animals to reach for the night, but for some reason all the kids are fascinated with it and try to crawl into it at every opportunity. It's also safe enough to wait out most passing dangers, which is the main reason he wants to put the kid there for now. Hopefully they don't need to run in the middle of the night any time soon -- but you can never know for sure, and so he prepares for everything. ]

Woah, Armin! You hear that?

[Kids whisper too loudly; Eren is no exception.]

I'll sneak in there too.

[ Kids whisper too loudly, and Levi normally keeps them out of it, special circumstances aside. But right now, he figures Armin could use a little bit of extra moral support, and the hammock should hold two (or three) brats just fine. Maybe he'll hang the bread separately today just in case to give them more room. ]

[ So he pretends not to hear, instead asking Mikasa if she's doing alright, and after a curt confirmation (maybe she's a little mad about not also being invited into the hammock) turning his attention back to Eren, leaning toward him a little menacingly with the napking still in hand. ]

[ Did he end up crying? Because he's going to have his face cleaned, too. If not, Levi will simply examine him for a moment before putting the napkin into the laundry basket. ]

Who wants dinner?

[He may not have had a proper cry, but his eyes are teary, and there's the occasional sniffle as he chatters to Armin. He accepts the face-cleaning with minimal agitation, only pulling away at the very end. The blond boy rubs at his own eyes and nods at Levi's mention of dinner. Eren tugs on the man's sleeve before he moves to head off, give directions, or anything like that. He motions for Levi to stoop down ~~a little~~ so he can whisper something in his ear.]

Just give mine to Armin tonight, okay, Captain Levi?

[ Someone else might not entertain all this, but of course Levi pauses and bends down ~~slightly~~ so that his ear is level with Eren's face. He frowns a little, turning to look at the boy seriously. ]

We've got enough for everyone, Eren. [ And a bit quieter still; ] What if Armin needs you to protect him but you're not strong enough because you didn't eat, hm?

Amphitheater Multiverse: The Wastelands

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CRIES!!! HAMMOCK PRIVILEGES!!!

YES 😭

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