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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
hehehehe…
[He blinks. It sounds a little off-script, that Sunny would just run off without warning. That he would turn around in the middle of the night, take a knife and—
[You have been peddling wares as long as you can remember. Eren just doesn’t like the surprise night runs. And Sunny is safe with Eren. It’s okay.
[He does, however, scuff the dirt a little as he nods. Sorry. Next quest will include Tell Eren you’re leaving. He likes to know....]
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You're hungry, aren't you? Even if you're not, we should eat.
I saw smoke a few miles from here. Probably a camp.
We can trade one of those knives for something.
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[He doesn’t need to feel hunger. But any good snack merchant should have sharply-refined tastes. So, he nods.
[The odd twist in his gut, the idea that the knives could bring them closer to someth— Hunger. Maybe his stomach is growling after all. The last he remembers eating was some stale steak....
[Without further ado, Sunny re-gathers the unchosen knives. They don’t fit in his pocket, spare an actual pocket knife or two, so he deposits the excess into a trunk off to the side. Quest complete!
[Eren saw the smoke. Sunny reaches for him. Tag, you’re it.]
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[Part of him idly wonders why he chose this, of all realities, to spend with Sunny. Surely, there must have been something better...
[Eren stoops down to allow Sunny onto his back. He often carries him that way. He'll grab the trunk too, and then they can start off.]
Sunny...
How are you feeling right now?
It might just be my head, but...
[Something feels...odd, somehow, doesn't it?]
this is a whole arc for a tag where very little happens (lmk if you need more)
[His favorite transport. Sunny clambers up Eren’s back with a little hop. He makes you happy.
[But Eren asks how Sunny is feeling, and Sunny isn’t sure how to answer. He nestles himself closer, arms slung securely around Eren’s torso—moreso the chest than waist, given the height difference. It’s a touch awkward, but Sunny never wraps his arms around Eren’s neck. Sunny’s face rests there instead, squishing gently against the nape.
[You are not afraid. Not like this.
[Idly he glances at the camp as it passes, the bob of the trunk in Eren’s hold. The camp isn’t familiar, but Sunny doesn’t always see it from this vantage. Eren knows where he’s going.
[So, Sunny closes his eyes. He feels okay.]
HAVE WE EVER NEEDED MORE!!! god the sunny player mood tho
[But Sunny is at ease. He feels okay. Eren won't disturb it. He nods and begins down the paths, hooking left, away from where they'd been and off toward where they're going.]
Whoever we meet, I'll need to give them our usual story.
[Sunny can't speak, too weak to fight, sickly, easily frightened, so Eren cares for him. They've been separated from the rest of their party, and they're traveling to a meeting point still days' travel away.
[He knows how to put on a face, act agreeable and obliging. Aubrey would never guess it--
[Aubrey? His head aches. What was he talking about again?]
Anyway...
[Their path opens up wide into a thick wood. In they go.]
Tell me if you see something.
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[The new quest materializes with Eren’s soft words: Find camp. Eat. Trade knife for— food, maybe. It’s not difficult for Sunny to play his role; he’s more than a frail, mute thing, but he isn’t… not that. Sometimes he feels like he could die and only Eren would know who he really is.
[You open your eyes for Eren. Darkness closes in, but Sunny can be brave. With a slow breath, he uses Calm Down. All he has to do is see it....
[And, in time, he does: a soft glow, between the trees. It’s too soon for them to have reached camp, but it’s a checkpoint if he's ever seen one.
[In case his head lifting off Eren’s nape isn't enough, there's a soft hum and a point, too. That-a-way, boss.]
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[He sees things. And he sees where to go next. Eren turns that way, leaves crunching beneath his feet. He can't smell smoke yet, but they can see that glow. Eren follows the path it illuminates.
[Sure enough, they find the camp. Two strangers who were "kind" enough to trade their food for what Eren later decides was one too many knives. Now, he and Sunny are only a tent away, albeit with the smoldering remains of a fire between the two.
[That's fine. Eren learned to talk softly too. He combs his fingers through Sunny's hair, the boy wrapped up against him.]
What do you think?
[It's almost funny to ask someone with so little to say such a broad question, but whatever response Sunny gives, Eren will know his answer.]
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[It’s been an eventful evening. From one quest to another, the extra knife is traded, and now they’ve reached a checkpoint. They saw friendly faces. Everything is okay.
[This time, Sunny’s cheek is pressed to the frontward dip of Eren's neck, round face supported by strong collarbone. He doesn’t let just anyone wrap around him like this. But Eren asks what Sunny thinks.
[He lets out a soft hum; in Sunny-speak, it might as well be a purr. You feel like you could tell Eren anything.
[Just about…]
Good....
[For each other.]
We did it....
he's perfect to me...I'm going to die...
[It's always been different for them. From the very first moment they met, Eren understood. Sunny understands too. He understands something the people sleeping in the next tent can't, somehow.
[Eren doesn't question it. At some point, this became his purpose. Sunny fits so perfectly, there against his collarbone.]
You're relaxed. They aren't a threat, I don't think.
That man...
He almost looked familiar.
hehehehehe
[Two strangers.... Friends, maybe. They stood together, close.
[Eren thinks the man looked familiar. Sunny’s eyes are closed.]
Smart Stranger… [Murmured, as if through a dream.] Knows what he wants to sea....
[His eyes were so blue.]
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[And he catches the pun. After talking to Armin all night, it would be impossible not to...]
You're tired, aren't you?
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[He’s always tired.
[When you’re with Eren, you don’t want to sleep. Still, there’s a little sigh, maybe a suppressed yawn. Sunny doesn’t usually fall asleep until the person at his side does....]
Knife Merchants. [They make a good boss. In his head, they’re joined forever.] Watch out, they’re sharp....
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[Eren adjusts a little where they lie, bringing Sunny, somehow, even closer to his chest.]
You don't trust them? Or...
You think they don't trust us?
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[His eyes open. They glance up at Eren, wide and dark.
[He’d imagined the two of them together… Does Eren think otherwise?]
[You feel safe with Eren.]
They’re… strangers.
[Some of them are okay. Some others…]
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[It's the watch out that got his attention. Sunny's fears aren't uncommon for him, and Eren nods. Perhaps it was a silly question.]
I feel the same. You're with me though.
[His grip around the boy slightly tightens, and he kisses the top of Sunny's head.]
No need to worry.
inserts picture of the forbidden Slight Titan
[They’re sharp. But together, and maybe only truly with one another, they’re soft. Eren tells you there’s no need to worry. You trust Eren. So, Sunny doesn't worry.
[He’s afraid of the dark. Of a long, spindly crawl. Of heights. But Sunny lets his eyelids droop. He tucks his head back into the crook of Eren’s collarbone, the steady rise and fall of Eren’s ribcage a comfort. And tomorrow, he’ll climb right back up Eren’s broad shoulders, and hold tight. He’ll never have to fall.]
You… too.
[In Sunny’s dreams, he protects Eren just as much.]
I think it every time ALSO THIS IS SO SICK we can wrap if u want???
[It's enough for now. He'll sleep safe, even if Eren doesn't. He stays alert with knives now resting in both tents, but he knows that Sunny prefers the person next to him to fall asleep too; he pretends.]