Introduction
When faster than light travel was invented, humanity rejoiced. Finally we could visit other inhabitable planets, meet alien races, colonize the galaxy... And that we did. All of it. At the time of this story there were, however, a few small problems:
One, there still was some limit to spaceship speed. It wasn't possible to travel to more than a few dozen interesting planets without dying of old age. The solution was hypersleep, in which a person didn't age.
Two, in hypersleep one wasn't unconscious, but the brain did get slowed down too much to control a spaceship, and long term memory was unreliable. The solution to the inevitable boredom was a virtual reality roleplaying game. The solution to being too slow to control the ship was to use an artificial intelligence as a pilot. Unreliable long term memory during hypersleep was not really a problem while playing the game: people would have more fun when they forgot the solutions to puzzles and had to solve them again.
Three, sometimes the entire ship would break down, including the life support systems. Nobody had figured out the cause of the problem yet, never mind a solution, but fortunately it almost never happened.
You are a passenger on the CSS Sunnyside. You might for example be a businessperson, a tourist, or permanently moving to another planet. You might be human or alien. You might be young or old. In other words, you might be anyone who has a reason to travel.
Right now, you're not aware of any of that, because you have been playing the roleplaying game for what feels like hundreds of years to you. You see, the faster than light engine and communications systems are broken and the AI thought it best not to mention it to anyone. The AI did spot an (apparently?) uninhabited but inhabitable planet and decided to fly the ship there using the regular engines. Soon you’ll have to remember who you are, and that in real life death is worse than having to create a new character and log back in. You'll also have to figure out how to survive using only your luggage, and how to let someone out there know that you’re not dead after all.
Oh, by the way, one passenger is a saboteur who disabled the FTL engine and communications, but you don’t know that yet. It might even be you, maybe you forgot... or did you?
Good luck.
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Andromeda placed her backpack on the pavement of the town square and stuck in her hand. The only thing in there was a small datapad. She looked through the contact list for someone to teleport her onto the Trail. After some frustrated scrolling, she concluded there was absolutely nobody on it. “What gives?”
She rubbed between her eyes, trying to remember what had happened. The last thing she had seen was... the entire group getting splashed. With lava.
The lava pool had been part of a puzzle, but she already couldn’t remember the details anymore. For a moment she wondered what had been before Sunnyside and the Trail. She vaguely recalled snow... something called Special Snowflake... and before that... blank. Andromeda shrugged, put back the datapad, swung the backpack on her back, and walked through the gate with the “Trail of Trials” sign above it.
She found herself at a small beach. The first thing that caught her eye was a canoe, but there was no paddle to be seen. Right next to her, where the path changed into sand, was a large vase containing some flowers, which had attracted a large moth. She could use her agility to try to grab it, but since she had maxed out her charm score she might try something else first. Holding out her hand, she said “Hello, moth”. The bug hovered above her hand for a moment, and dropped a key. +1 point. Andromeda smiled.
Searching the rest of the beach, she found a burning torch with some more moths fluttering around it, and on each end was a pole with a mask on it. The mask on the right side was a panther, the one on the left some kind of deer. She tried on the panther mask, but nothing happened, and it was uncomfortable and heavy, so she put it back. Andromeda returned to the torch to have a better look, it might mark something. She noticed some wood at her feet, a bit of digging revealed the lid of a treasure chest. The key fit, of course. Inside the chest she found a small pirate flag, the size of a handkerchief. No points? No points. She used the piece of cloth to tie her hair together. Once she had done so, the chest snapped shut, the key was gone, and the hole she had dug collapsed - the puzzle resetting itself.
Andromeda peered at the opposite side of the river. It was dark over there, she could see a beach with maybe some things on it. The river was flowing too fast to get there paddling with her hands. She was missing something, but she wouldn’t mind waiting for someone else to figure it out for her. She breathed in the warm jungle night air, it smelled of flowers. Birds were singing, every once in a while a fish jumped, and there were no stinging insects or other nuisances. This was a nice place to sit and relax for a while.
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The mage reached into his pack, a black leather satchel that he always carried, only to find the exact same thing he had found two hours ago; nothing. His book of spells was bound in heavy, black leather, and it was awkward to carry without his pack. Raith set that next to the paddle and continued to dig about. He had three keys, none of which had opened anything he'd come to so far. Raith sighed, finding only a few potions and a fire starter.
Something in his mind clicked; He'd been stuck here before! Crap! he thought to himself. Now I suppose I have to die so I can do another challenge... The mage sighed, and so did the twenty year old in hypersleep. Raith replaced everything in his satchel, stood up, and grabbed the oar. Maybe if he kept looking, he could find something.
Raith shouldered the oar, and took off toward the opposite end of the beach. Maybe someone else he was on this godforsaken ship with could help him out...someone who had already done it and remembered what he was supposed to do. Raith thought about this and allowed himself two low, humorless laughs. No one remembers anything... he thought to himself. No one remembers because the state doesn't want us to... The cynical mind of someone raised by the state was hard to change.
Raith saw another avatar sitting on the beach, and then he saw the boat. Finally! he thought, looking from the oar to the boat. Maybe if he agreed to take her across, she'd let him use the boat...Usually, people weren't that nice, especially to someone with no charm who was hard to get along with in and outside of the game.
"Hey!" Raith called, jogging the res of the distance between him and the other avatar. "Need an oar?" he asked, nodding to his left shoulder where the oar was resting. "You help me out, let me use your boat, and I'll take you across. Deal?" Raith held out his right hand to help the girl off the beach, and to shake her hand to solidify the deal. "I'm Raith,"
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Andromeda didn’t mind the low charm, at least it wasn’t a 1. Actually, it would be convenient to cooperate with someone one of whose higher stats was her dump stat. She gladly shook his hand. “Yes, let’s see what’s on the other side! I’m Andromeda.”
The catgirl hopped into the boat, and thanked herself for choosing to have high agility. Tipping over the canoe wouldn’t have been nice, she didn’t enjoy swimming. She let Raith do the rowing, because he was stronger.
As soon as they reached the middle of the river, something odd happened. It was as if a giant hand lifted the canoe, held it upside down, and shook it. Andromeda screamed like a little girl as she tried to hold on to the boat. It was too bad none of her stats would save her, the canoe continued shaking until both had failed on whichever stat they tried to use.
Andromeda wanted to swear after spitting out the water that had gotten into her mouth, but something in her subconscious warned her that swearing was bad. Right there and then she didn’t remember that bad words had ended countless of her games, but the AI had managed to train her to keep her foul mouth shut.
The canoe floated through the air, it was returned to its old spot on the beach. A strong current pushed both avatars back in the direction of the shore they had come from. Treading water, Andromeda complained “I don’t get it.”
((OOC Let’s wait for some more people to join and post.))
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He walked over to them with an amused look on his face.
"Hi... what are you doing?"
Looking around and noticing the boat, he went to it and looked. Just an ordinary boat. He peered across to the other shore and noticed some dark shapes, but couldn't make out any details.
"I'm Tom, by the way," he said, turning back to the others. "I wonder what sort of puzzle this is?"
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Some guy named Tom asked about the puzzle. She introduced herself and explained "It looks like we're not allowed to use the canoe yet. I found a key and a matching chest, but there must be something else." She looked at her surroundings. "Let's see, there's a vase of flowers next to the path to the town square, there's a panther mask on the right end of the beach, a deer mask on the left end, a torch marking a buried chest over here, and a canoe for two people over there. And Raith found a paddle somewhere." She sighed. "Eugh, I can't think like this". Andromeda took off her hiking boots and poured the water out of them.
The dry sand felt much better than wet socks and boots, but now she wasn't sure what to do with the wet footwear. After staring at them for a while, she wrinkled her nose in disgust and stuffed the wet shoes and socks in her backpack.
He walked up to the panther mask, picked it up, and then collected the deer mask from the other end of the beach.
Making his way over to Andromeda and Raith, he mumbled his thoughts.
"A panther and a deer... predator and prey." He paused. "Am I right in thinking that the puzzle is to get the boat to move?" Holding up the masks, he gestured to one and then the other as he spoke. "Because if so... surely the deer would try to get away from the panther?"
He sat down and sighed. "I dunno. Maybe I'm over-thinking it."
He dug his fingers into the sand and let it run between them.
"Maybe a few more players would help to get ideas rolling," he mused.
She intently looked around. “Well I don’t see a mask that looks like anything that eats panthers, but I’d like to be sure of this. I’m not in the mood for another swim.”
Grinning with her purple lips, charm gleaming, she tapped the one with cat ears on the shoulder. "Are there masks on the other side?" she wondered, glancing across the river, then to the other two present. "If it resets, then that'd be easy." Walking to the edge of the water, she tapped her chin, then twirled a thick strand of orange hair. "Or, perhaps the panther's predator doesn't need to be something that would eat it." Turning back to the group, she smiled wider, fists on hips. "Maybe its just something that hunts it...like...someone with a knife. A Hunter."
She felt good about her findings, but also wondered if anything of what she said seemed logical to everyone else.
"I'm Corki," she added, blue veins a bit more prominent as her heart rate increased from the excitement.
If it was coincidence, she might just as well make the joke herself. She pulled the torch out of the ground, held it high above her head, and tried to see what was on the other side of the river. "I still can't tell if there are masks over there or not, but I guess we won't be needing any of those from over there. We've already seen that Corki likes to sneak up on big cats." She drove the torch back into the sand to mark the punchline.
After pausing to smile, thoughts began to try to fit together in her head. They were guessing there might be an unseen puzzle part, something representing something that hunted panthers, but then to keep the boat moving there would also have to be a hunter of hunters, a hunter of hunters of hunters, and so on, an infinite food chain half of which was supposed to be on this beach. Actually, that half chain that wasn't to be seen here would be only a quarter of the real one, because everything eats something. She wondered aloud "What does the deer eat?".
"Orion Dahlberg, at your service. Pleased to make your acquaintance. Now if I may get down to business and state the obvious, I see we are dealing with a puzzle? Well, I'm sure our wondrous group will have no trouble whatsoever finding the solution, given sufficient thought of course. So what have we got?" he asked. As the rest answered and explained their theories a frown appeared on his face.
"I see, those are some good finds," he placed his finger against his chin, "is that thing part of the puzzle too?" he asked, pointing at the pirate flag, "or is that just the latest trend? Regardless, I can't imagine how it would help solve this puzzle," he shook his head, this stuff was hard, "the flowers also make me wonder. A deer would eat flowers, right? Maybe we could lure it back with them? I don't know,I'm just guessing,” Orion suggested, glad he could at least make a suggestion. The last puzzle had ended in him smashing half the items in a fit of rage before tripping and falling down a cliff.
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She hoped she wasn't offending her, but loved the joke, so couldn't help but keep it going. Still, she had to focus. Turning back to river, she wondered what was on the other side, fingers rolling against her hip and lips pouting out in thought. In truth, she should have figured out the puzzle already, but an itch in the back of her mind prevented such luck.
Ignoring it as best she could, she picked up the deer mask saying, "So two across, one back, two across, one back? Something like that? The deer and panther on the same boat though...doesn't seem safe."
The game of words had distracted her, the moment of inspiration she experienced a short while ago had gone. Trying to bring it back, she thought aloud. "Yeah, two in one boat... doesn't seem safe at all..."
Suddenly blushing like a tomato, she pointed in a random direction. "Um, I didn't mean that like... like... I'm just going to pace back and forth over there for a while, okay?"
This was not good. This was bad. She wasn't sure if Corki had meant to be suggestive, or if those interpretations were only in her head. The bigger problem now was that those things had come out of her mouth in a much less ambiguous way, and the last thing had been spontaneous instead of a joking response... it had not been what she meant, but those people didn't know that... did they? Why did she have so much difficulty figuring people out?
Andromeda changed the direction in which she was pacing. What was going on here? It was all in her head, wasn't it? But why then was it in her head? She didn't even like girls. She didn't like anyone that way. Right? She stopped to look over her shoulder at Corki. There was something awfully familiar about all this. How very strange.
She continued walking like an animal in the front of its cage. Had she and that woman been together in a previous game? Had they done anything? No, not possible, anything inappropriate for children would end a game. She exhaled. She told herself "Andromeda. Stop being silly and go back to the group." She took another deep breath.
When she returned, she tried to act neutral. "So, have you guys figured it out yet?"
He stood and greeted the newcomers. "I'm Tom. Nice to meet you." he said, offering a handshake to each of them in turn. "That was an interesting idea you had, Orion, but I have a feeling that not even the promise of food would tempt a deer if it was under such a threat as that of a waiting predator."
He gave Corki a smile, trying to make sure she didn't feel as though he had completely ignored her. Then, at a loss, he sat back down, crossed his legs, and propped his head on his forearms. This was his thinking position. Although it did occasionally become a daydreaming position...
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She looked back up, trying to catch what the others were saying. If she wanted to make friends, she could start by not assuming everyone who interacted with her must want something. If there was any reason Corki chose to surprise her instead of the others, it could be that they were both female. People often preferred to make friends with the same gender.
An image appeared in her mind. Rows of white, round chestlike things, some of them with people in them, but most of them empty. What kind of place was that? One of those chests was for her, there was a girl of about her age and height in the one opposite to it, a girl with ink stains on her arms and an unique smile... the same smile that was now on the face of a Skipper named Corki. The lid closed, and she entered a world called Sunnyside.
The realization hit her like a landslide. This was not real life, this was just fantasy. An escape from reality.
((OOC It looks like you guys figured out what this puzzle is. The next ones will be easy, but more and more original and crazy.))
"I suppose you're right Tom,” he spoke, as amicably as possible, “ nly a human would risk going for food near a predator. Animals are usually smarter. Still, I'd love to get to the other side, “Orion paused briefly when he saw Andromeda's expression change.
She was definitely a strange one, he had noticed that on first sight, but this was even odder than her actions before. It was even odder than the whole staring at her feet act. For a second she had seemed completely confused and disoriented. Orion tilted his head slightly, but decided to not press the issue just yet. They had only met a couple of minutes ago. Already trying to get inside her head would do more harm than good. Besides, it was very well possible he was jumping at shadows. In fact, that seemed more likely. It was probably just her being weird again. Or maybe she just felt cold after her swim.
Someone had called him paranoid once, but he couldn’t recall who or even when. It seemed decades ago, but he was still young. It didn’t make any sense. He forced himself to focus again, realizing he had been silent for a minute or so. Some were now giving him strange glances.
“Sorry everyone, something just crossed my mind. But it turned out to be of no importance whatsoever,” he laughed briefly to hide his discomfort and quickly changed the subject, “okay, I'd say we give it a go anyway. There's no harm in trying right? Besides, if the flowers don’t work, we can resort to Corki's idea. If we would somehow be able fashion the threat of a hunter or something similar that should do the trick, right? Waving a knife around, or I could try to produce some rather feral growls… So who would like to volunteer for the first trip? Once we get two people to the opposite side, I'll start presenting these flowers as appetizingly as possible. If my seduction skills don't work, I'll just start flexing some muscles in the hope that it will scare the panther away. Hell, with my strength and charm those things shouldn't be too difficult, right?" he concluded after his exposition. He hoped the distraction had succeeded. Act with confidence, authority and speed. That way, people can’t think too much about the actual matter and will just fall in line. He wondered how he knew that, it had all come so natural to him as he had spoken. As if he had been doing things like that for a long time...
He stood when Orion suggested they try the current theory, and with a sigh and a mumbled "Oh, what the hell...", he cleared his throat. "I'll go first. I don't mind getting wet if this theory happens to be wrong."
He walked over to the boat and was standing there for a few moments when a thought crossed his mind.
"Hang on guys... how do we get the last player across?"
She paused and rubbed her forehead between her eyes, her involuntary gesture when thinking. “Oh, I see what you mean, masks are supposed to be worn. Wait... Someone who wears a mask is an actor, someone who becomes the thing the mask represents. So, if we are the masks, then the masks are us, and since we all want to go to the other side, that would mean both masks want to cross the river. If Corki is right, then things that eat each other should not be alone together. I’ve never seen a panther or flowers row a boat, so the first should be the deer and someone who can row... which puts us right back where we were, except two people will get wet if putting the deer in the canoe is wrong? ... Sorry, I wasted your time, didn’t I?”
Trying to be more practical, she suggested “Maybe there’s something on the other side that can help us figure out what to do after sending the deer.”
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But the reality was, they needed to get across. Well, needed wasn't the term. Wanted to, desired. They were simply curious travelers and curiosity killed cats, apparently, and speaking of cats...
Corki caught Andromeda's eye briefly, well, almost. She was switching her gaze left and right over her feet with a nervousness spilling from her. Corki giggled to herself, wondering what had the feline girl in such a fuss, before facing the river again.
"There must be something on the other side," she agreed with Andromeda. Corki's mind spun with too many ideas, images of pens spilling from bags like snowflakes, each distinct and colored, each bitten at the ends in different patterns or caps broken off in strange pieces. "Two at a time...I suppose the panther and flowers wouldn't kill each other." Facing Tom, she smiled wide. "Which do you wanna be partner?"
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Maybe she was using the scientific method. Something happening as predicted by a theory did not prove that theory, instead one had to make up experiments that could prove the theory wrong. Andromeda wasn’t sure the principle worked the way Corki might be applying it - if sending the deer was wrong, that would disprove the theory, and if the random guess of sending the panther and the flowers would be wrong as expected, that wouldn’t prove anything.
This stuff was confusing.
Andromeda wasn’t in the mood to debate, pick sides and vote. As long as she wasn’t on that boat, the others could try out whatever they liked, though she did want them to make up their minds already and get everyone to the other shore.
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Turning back to the others, she wanted to apologize for her suggestion. She knew it was silly, but no one seemed to in a silly-accepting mood. Well, at least not Andromeda and if Corki was going to befriend the only other female of this group, she wanted to keep on good terms.
Scratching her arm where her deep blue veins showed through her skin the boldest, she then said, "Doesn't there need to be two people in the boat at a time? Can one have a mask and one not?" Her eyes switched to the water again. "I think we're overthinking this. We should just do something."
She took the deer mask and glanced to Tom. "You wanna wear it, or should I?"
"Oh hi, er, yes...? Wait, that doesn't answer the question. Um... I'll wear it." He stammered, while his brain worked a little too hard on waking up rather than the question in hand.
He took the mask from Corki, and fumbled about with it, finding the leather straps and lifting it to his face to tie it on. He made a few attempts at tying a bow with no avail, so he gave up and asked for help.
"Erm... can someone tie it on for me? For some reason, I can't tie bows when I can't see what I'm doing..."
He would've tied a normal knot, but he didn't want it falling off and ruining the puzzle, and a double knot would mean he'd be stuck with it on his face for god knows how long.
He shuffled awkwardly as he waited for someone he couldn't see to tie the mask on.
She gave a salute to everyone, before sighing. "I wish I could just Skip over there. I don't think the I'd be allowed though, would I?" she asked Tom, smiling. "Probably kill me off."
Climbing into the boat, Corki remained standing, waiting for Tom and eyeing the opposite shore. If there was anything, she didn't see it.
"Hope this works," she teased, though she was a little nervous. Still, swimming wasn't terrible. She distantly wondered when the last time she showered was, taking a dip in the river not exactly comparable but water nonetheless. But wait...showered? Such a word felt off on her tongue yet she remembered it...
"We're off!" she exclaimed instead, bringing her back to her senses. "Charge!"
Speaking aloud, she waved at the two avatars in the boat. “See you soon! Or very soon, and very wet!” She laughed. Wading back onto the beach, she muttered “ew, wet” and “ew, sticky sand”.
The boat crossed the river without any problems. The only purpose the paddle appeared to serve was to make it go a bit faster than the boat was already moving by itself. A torch lit on the other shore, making visible two empty poles like the ones the masks had been on, and an empty vase next to the beginning of a path into more forest. Even the avatars remaining on the first beach could see all of those objects, with some difficulty, and draw their conclusions.
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"Hope this works," said Corki, and Tom couldn't help but cringe at the idea of being dumped in the cold river water. He was distracted from his thoughts, however, when her shout of "Charge!" alerted him to the fact that the boat was actually moving, having had a little encouragement from Andromeda. As they drifted towards the other side, Tom could make out the two posts and the empty vase, and instantly drew the conclusion that flowers should go in there.
He used the paddle to scoot the boat on a bit faster. He was getting excited, pleased that they finally seemed to be making some progress with the puzzle.
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Once on shore, shoes a bit damp now from sloshing in the shallow water, Corki hurried forward and tapped her cheekbone. "Vase for flowers makes sense. Posts for masks. And we're alive and well on the other side so...who goes back?" She had figured that two of the "character" had to be in the boat at the same time, either the deer, panther or flowers, but that wasn't right. Unless...Corki opened her bag and saw the flowers inside. Did she just botch the whole thing somehow? Or did these flowers not count? She couldn't believe it and tapped her cheek again, a little confused.
"Thoughts?" she asked Tom, unsure if her flowers meant anything. She showed him her bag, tilted up so he could see in the mask. "I had these...do you think they count? You hungry Bambi?"
It was a reference she had heard before about deer and used, well, never. She never encountered deer because back home...
Corki shook her head. Blinked, then focused back on the young man in the deer mask.
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