Open World Post: Aviario, CT

[dr_feistus]

At first glance, Aviario could be any normal small New England city - it's got its fair share of well-preserved historical buildings, a lovely park, a reasonably happy community, and a decent amount of "townies" who've been around forever and know everyone and everything there is to know about living there.

At second glance, there are strange things that were probably a trick of the mind - a flash of light, an animal looking at you as though it were watching you, someone who just lit their cigarette without a lighter.

At third glance, you start looking closer, and find out at least one thing: magic is real. Depending on how closely you look ... you might find out more than you wanted to know about who uses it, and why, and how.

Just pass through, crash with someone you happen to have met before for a weekend, poke your nose where it doesn't belong ... it's all up to you, the city is an open book. Just ... don't go near that old house on the hill. The owner's really tired of having to turn away everyone who goes up there just to ask about the "ancient curse".

Comments

Shandra Davis - OTA

[fxyhacker]

[It's 11 AM on a Monday... why is there a teenager hopping down the street when everyone else is at school?

She doesn't seem bothered as she rocks out to the techno pumping through her ear buds. Grinning and waggling her fingers at the older gentleman shaking his head at her she pulls the wrapper off a fresh lollypop and stuffs it into her mouth as she cuts across the street into the small park in the center of town. She plops herself down at the picnic table, sitting across from some random stranger. Pulling her laptop out of her bag she nods a greeting]

sup?

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[it's 11am on a Monday and Robin has given up trying to do pretty much anything ever. he thinks he might stay at this picnic table for the rest of his life. it'd be easier than bothering with reality. he has chip fries, here. he hasn't had chip fries in like four-hundred years.

everyone keeps calling them "french fries" for some reason, but he has no idea what "french" means, and he's trying not to let it bother him.

so when some highschool cutie drops down at his table all friendly-like, he's surprised enough to stop his mopey munching, straighten up, and shoot her a smile back. what a nice little thing.]

Existential crisis. Real boring. Want some fries?

[he'll hold out the box. c'mooon, you know you want to.]

[fxyhacker]

Ooooo existential crisis and fries. My favorite.

[How she heard him through the blaring music is a mystery... and she's not telling. She pulls the buds out of her ears and reaches for a fry with a grin. Cute guy and free fries. SCORE.]

What kinda crisis ya got? Life? Lack thereof? Something strange and unusual?

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[maybe she's good at reading lips! he won't judge.]

Oh, I've just fallen out of my tree, is all. And it sounds as though all my friends have flown away...

[oh, he sighs a wistful sigh and slouches forward, propping his head up on his hand.]

I might not exist. This world might not exist. It's a terribly inconvenient thought.

[fxyhacker]

[Whoa. That's deep and... kinda weird. But she does kinda weird for a living so it's par for the course. She pulls the lollipop out of her mouth, shoving the fry in instead. Pulling the wrapper out of her pocket she wraps the lollipop up and tucks it away for later.

She tilts her head a little, watching him as she reaches for another fry]

That is pretty inconvenient. Can't you just fly after your friends?

[A pause]

And I'm pre-tty sure the world exists. Unless this is the Matrix and we should start looking out for weird dudes in suits.