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INAUGURAL TEST DRIVE MEME
TEST DRIVE MEME: WELCOME TO HAPPY HEARTS
You wake up in a padded box. It rocks, gently, as though suspended in mid-air. You begin to stir, confusion or distress pushing you to try to sit up — and then the air begins to smell sweet, and you fall back asleep.
You wake up in a padded box. For a moment, you are beatifically calm. You don't know how you got here, or why, but that isn't really all that important. You don't need to know where you are. You're just... here. And here is a wonderful place to be.
But there is a niggling suspicion growing in the back of your mind. A suspicion that here is not somewhere you wanted to be. That it is not where you're supposed to be. You remember... chasing a white rabbit (or was it a person)? A mirror? Bright light, and green ivy crawling over your skin... Before you can worry too much, the box jolts, and then settles, and after a long moment the walls fall from around you to reveal —
A hotel lobby?
"Welcome to the Happy Hearts Hotel and Casino," says an attendant behind a desk. "We're so pleased you could join us for our grand opening gala. We have your room keys and Empathies here, please make an orderly line and we'll hand them out once we've confirmed identities. After that, feel free to explore the hotel! We highly recommend starting with the casino. Everyone's a winner here in Happy Hearts!"
Is this normal? It doesn't feel normal. And hey — you could swear you had shoes before!
You wake up in a padded box. For a moment, you are beatifically calm. You don't know how you got here, or why, but that isn't really all that important. You don't need to know where you are. You're just... here. And here is a wonderful place to be.
But there is a niggling suspicion growing in the back of your mind. A suspicion that here is not somewhere you wanted to be. That it is not where you're supposed to be. You remember... chasing a white rabbit (or was it a person)? A mirror? Bright light, and green ivy crawling over your skin... Before you can worry too much, the box jolts, and then settles, and after a long moment the walls fall from around you to reveal —
A hotel lobby?
"Welcome to the Happy Hearts Hotel and Casino," says an attendant behind a desk. "We're so pleased you could join us for our grand opening gala. We have your room keys and Empathies here, please make an orderly line and we'll hand them out once we've confirmed identities. After that, feel free to explore the hotel! We highly recommend starting with the casino. Everyone's a winner here in Happy Hearts!"
Is this normal? It doesn't feel normal. And hey — you could swear you had shoes before!
I. THE CASINO FLOOR
As you pass through the entrance to the casino floor, an attendant passes you a small bag of chips. The casino is loud and bright and filled with games of every kind — you want to play poker? They've got a table for that. Sabacc? There's a table for that, too. Slots, pachinko, and bingo are also available. The attendant in the lobby wasn't lying, either — everyone who plays wins. Everyone, every time.
Servers wander the floor with trays of shotglasses full of multi-coloured liquids, offering them to every oyster "Compliments of Her Royal Highness." If you're expecting alcohol, though, you'll be surprised — these drinks are teas made of the distilled emotions of every oyster in the hotel. Each colour tea corresponds to a different emotion, and as soon as you take a sip, you feel overcome with that emotion.
Servers wander the floor with trays of shotglasses full of multi-coloured liquids, offering them to every oyster "Compliments of Her Royal Highness." If you're expecting alcohol, though, you'll be surprised — these drinks are teas made of the distilled emotions of every oyster in the hotel. Each colour tea corresponds to a different emotion, and as soon as you take a sip, you feel overcome with that emotion.
JOY — the distilled essence of happiness, this tea makes even the most rough and tumble of oysters giddy with happiness — for a moment. The effect fades into a sense of general contentment after a few seconds, and that itself fades away slowly over the course of twenty minutes.
ANGER — this tea, anger in liquid form, can make the most even-tempered of oysters ready to absolutely blow a gasket. For twenty minutes, anyone who drinks this tea will find themselves much more easily annoyed, frustrated, and all around irritable and snappy.
SADNESS — distilled sadness is a potent tea, capable of turning a stoic, stalwart oyster into a blubbering mess in moments. Events that may have previously only been a minor disappointment become the end of the world, every repressed unhappiness comes to the fore, and for twenty minutes, any oyster who drank a sadness tea can hardly keep themselves together.
II. MAKE YOURSELF AT HOME
If gambling isn't to your interest, there are many other areas of the hotel to explore! For the moment, only The Pool Of Tears and the Pig & Pepper buffet are available for oysters to peruse, but the staff will assure anyone who asks that the other facilities will be open by the next day. Unfortunately, that means no one can buy any swimsuits from This Elegant Thimble, but the staff aren't going to kick anyone out of the pool for jumping in in their clothes! The Pig & Pepper serves lunch foods from across all different cultures, offering something for everyone, and some things you've never even heard of.
Maybe you just want to be alone — well, that's what you have your room key for! Oysters room on the second and third floors of the hotel, one to a room. You were assured your room would be exactly what you'd always wished for — and for some, that's right! It's exactly as you would have decorated it yourself. But for others, their rooms are totally wrong. A grizzled cowboy can't have a pink room! Hotel staff are firm, though: every room is exactly as its owner wants it to be. Search your feelings, oyster. You know it to be true.
Maybe you just want to be alone — well, that's what you have your room key for! Oysters room on the second and third floors of the hotel, one to a room. You were assured your room would be exactly what you'd always wished for — and for some, that's right! It's exactly as you would have decorated it yourself. But for others, their rooms are totally wrong. A grizzled cowboy can't have a pink room! Hotel staff are firm, though: every room is exactly as its owner wants it to be. Search your feelings, oyster. You know it to be true.
III. YOU'VE BEEN NAUGHTY
Curiosity is not, on its own, a trait the staff want to discourage. Oysters are free to search for ways out of the hotel, but they won't find anything — there are no doors anywhere in the lobby or the casino, the windows are impenetrable, the walls don't crumble no matter how hard anyone hits them. The elevator between floors has no service hatch, and there are no stairs to take. The hotel is, at least so far as anyone can tell, a completely closed system.
Now, in light of this, Happy Hearts knows some oysters can be a little... reactionary. Especially when cornered, especially the ones with powers or abilities beyond the average human. With this in mind, any oyster found to be destructive or combative won't be punished. Not yet. They will, however, be quickly incapacitated by hotel staff, drugged to incoherence, and brought discretely to a hidden back room. No one notices these oysters disappearing, nor the doors they must have been dragged through.
In this room, troublesome oysters sit, paralyzed, across from a woman in red. She smiles, and offers candy from a bowl on her desk, and laughs to herself when she remembers the oysters can't take one.
You're new, she says, kindly, so it's understandable that you're having trouble adjusting to the hotel. We promise to do all we can to make your stay here as fulfilling as possible, so you have nothing to worry about. Your experience is our top priority.
She plucks a candy disk from her bowl, and unwraps it slowly.
But you must know: if you endanger our other guests again like you have today, there will be punishments. We pride ourselves on the emotional experience we offer our oysters, and we can't let anything get in the way of that. For everyone's safety and happiness, you understand.
She pops the candy in her mouth, sucks for a moment, and smiles broadly.
That's all.
The oyster is brought, still paralyzed and incoherent, back to the hotel. No one notices them return. The paths taken through the hotel to bring them to the woman in red fade from their mind as soon as they arrive back on the hotel floor. They're left in the lobby to sit and think until the paralysis wears off.
And then they can go back to having fun in the casino!
Now, in light of this, Happy Hearts knows some oysters can be a little... reactionary. Especially when cornered, especially the ones with powers or abilities beyond the average human. With this in mind, any oyster found to be destructive or combative won't be punished. Not yet. They will, however, be quickly incapacitated by hotel staff, drugged to incoherence, and brought discretely to a hidden back room. No one notices these oysters disappearing, nor the doors they must have been dragged through.
In this room, troublesome oysters sit, paralyzed, across from a woman in red. She smiles, and offers candy from a bowl on her desk, and laughs to herself when she remembers the oysters can't take one.
You're new, she says, kindly, so it's understandable that you're having trouble adjusting to the hotel. We promise to do all we can to make your stay here as fulfilling as possible, so you have nothing to worry about. Your experience is our top priority.
She plucks a candy disk from her bowl, and unwraps it slowly.
But you must know: if you endanger our other guests again like you have today, there will be punishments. We pride ourselves on the emotional experience we offer our oysters, and we can't let anything get in the way of that. For everyone's safety and happiness, you understand.
She pops the candy in her mouth, sucks for a moment, and smiles broadly.
That's all.
The oyster is brought, still paralyzed and incoherent, back to the hotel. No one notices them return. The paths taken through the hotel to bring them to the woman in red fade from their mind as soon as they arrive back on the hotel floor. They're left in the lobby to sit and think until the paralysis wears off.
And then they can go back to having fun in the casino!
IV. HEY! LISTEN!
At the end of the day, every oyster's Empathy device buzzes, pings, and lights up — there's a message waiting for them!
Welcome to the first TDM of Happy Hearts, a new panfandom roleplaying game here on DW! If you have any questions, please direct them to the first comment on this page. Happy playing, oysters!
A woman with red hair and a teal dress, sat on a throne with her hands held delicately in her lap and her legs crossed daintily at the ankle, looks into the camera, smiling.The message saves to each oyster's Empathy, and an app pops up on the screen: the community bulletin board. The queen doesn't respond to any messages sent to her, but the other oysters might. It's worth a shot, right?
"Hello, my dear oysters! We're so pleased you could join us. I am Victoria Hart, the humble Queen of this realm, and I wanted to personally welcome you to the Happy Hearts hotel, and thank you for your gifts. We will not squander them, dears, as we will not allow your stay with us to be anything less than perfect. If you need anything at all, I'm sure hotel staff will be happy to provide, and I will be keeping an eye on all of you, to ensure your experience remains a positive one.
Welcome, darlings. This is the beginning of something wonderful."
Welcome to the first TDM of Happy Hearts, a new panfandom roleplaying game here on DW! If you have any questions, please direct them to the first comment on this page. Happy playing, oysters!
Hozuki | Hozuki's Coolheadedness
Emerging from the box is none other than a demon. Dressed in a fine black yukata with deep red trim and an elaborate knot tied in the white cord about its waist. Though his sandals are missing... as is the large spiked iron club he normally carries around. He looks... mostly human? Aside from the short, white horn atop his forehead that parts his hair and the pointed ears...
Huh- The demon's eyes narrow at the hotel receptionist, one hand on autopilot as it takes the keys and the ‘Empathies. He could have sworn he was meant to be somewhere right now, doing something...
1.
That hazy, half-memory lingers but doesn’t make any progress. Blindly following the instructions given in their daze, Hozuki walks along the casino floor, eyeing over the games and perhaps even playing one. The man’s eternal scowl is the best poker face imaginable, intrinsically sowing doubt into other players’ minds. Of course, everyone wins in this place, so perhaps it’s no surprise he’s come out with more tokens than he entered with.
A perfect time to stop for a drink, is it not? It seems he’s managed to grab himself one of the pink drinks, giving it a sniff and turning to a nearby stranger, giving them a nod, and drinking.
Aaaaand nothing changes. At least, outwardly. Anyone watching the demon would be excused for thinking he was still angry as ever, it’s entirely possible his mouth just isn’t capable of smiling, though his eyes briefly follow the servers afterward. He places the cup down on a tray, nods solemnly, and turns to face you. “That one is quite nice. Have you tried the others?”
3. Excuse me, I'd like to speak to your manager.
He didn’t even break that much! Upon remembering exactly what he was MEANT to be doing, and where he was SUPPOSED to be, he made his way to the front desk and asked to leave. Politely, first. Then less politely. Then the cracking of knuckles ensued...
So there he is, sitting on one of the lobby chairs, seemingly frozen in place. Spoiler, he is. Though that doesn’t stop his glare from burning figurative holes into whatever is in front of him, even the staff are giving the area a wide berth. Now is clearly the best, and probably the safest time to go talk to him... Right?
4. Hmm, limited internet?
[Time to do some digging, it seems. Short, and to the point.]
I am very busy. It seems I’m away from work, and I haven’t booked this time off. It’s very important I be returned immediately. Is there an exit?
5. Wildcard
[Hozuki here is, well, difficult to approach thanks to that cold exterior. If you want to try something else, go for it! or message me at
*[Hozuki speaks a few languages, primarily Japanese, English, and Mandarin. It's unclear in canon if he speaks many others, but I can only imagine at least a few more. Assume he's speaking in English if that's the language everyone around him is using.]
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My work is quite important, it really wouldn't do for things to get messy if they can't cover for me.
[He has a very... schedule focused view of most things.]
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In the meantime, it may not be Australia [ wherever or whatever that is, ] but desired or not, it seems you may be on holiday. What did you wish to see and do? Perhaps we can create an approximation!
After all, they seem quite willing to cater to us save for footwear.
And exits.
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I was going to go see it's wildlife, Australia has a rather diverse range of animals that can't be found anywhere else. [They say you can hold a koala at some zoo's.]
It's the exits part I care about though. I don't mind a holiday, but I'd rather it not be a forced one...
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Be of good cheer, however! It is not often that such disappointment is accompanied by such seemingly affable hosts.
As to the exits, well. Perhaps we are a menagerie now, and someone is saving their vacation time to come and see us!
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But, I'll follow some of your advice for now. If I'm not going to be leaving any time soon, then I suppose I might as well live comfortably until I can find an exit.
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Do let me know if you find anything. I will be searching the pool.
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I have my suspicions. There's a bunch of well-guarded doors that they won't let us go through... I vaguely remember trying to before, but not much after that.
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Some sort of magic, perhaps. Have you magic, whence you came?
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There are certainly practicers of magic, yes, though I'm more one for herbalism and alchemical brewing.
What was your profession, out of curiosity?
[He means the witchy type, though that's not very clear.]
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Language, art, music, dance, embroidery, etiquette, the memorization of the lineage and history of the noble families (none of which appears to be currently relevant), penmanship, horsemanship, other such things.
What think you of the plants here, oh herbalist?
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The plants I've seen are quite typical for the mundane world, not much in the way of special herbs, mostly decorative flowers and the like.
Though I should insist, I'm really more of a secretary than anything else, herbalism is just a hobby.
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