Charles Cheese
Qualified Cheese Consumer
Welcome to Fairlight
The letter is written on baking parchment paper and smells like wheat and burnt crumbs. You have no idea how it got here; the envelope has no return or delivery address.
Someone must've left this to you personally.
Most sane people would ignore this as an elaborate scheme or prank, but the letter is right. Life hasn't been treating you well and you're feeling desperate. So even if it's just to humor your curiosity, you're going to take the chance on a road trip.
In the car, time is a slideshow. You wonder if your phone is lying to you, its only been a minute since you last checked the clock but hours have passed by. Sometimes, when you blink, you notice you're in a highway that should've been a day ahead. No matter where you came from, when you started, your car arrives at nearly the same time as the others.
The bakery laid there in the middle of the woods, a canopy of leaves overhead shunning any sunlight. The colonial exterior, the ten minute drive away from civilization; all clues into this bakery having been abandoned, but the yard is pristine and the gravel parking lot looks used.
If only you knew what was inside before you came here.
No street view, reviews, numbers, pictures, hell--description even! 'Bakery'. 4446 Hops Rd in Fairlight. That's all google maps provides you.
Bzzt... bzzztt... "Well, well, well! 9AM, and I know what all of you are screaming, it’s about damn time! Welcome to FFFM back my old, beautiful friends. I’m your lovely local celebrity Fondue, and you’re listening to Fondue’s Fairlight For Morons!”
April 9th. It’s the kind of weather where you can just smell the wet, and yet everything is starting to come out of its shell. It may surprise you how many animals are out in the open, fluffy white opossums skittering across trees to snakes slithering down town sidewalks.
But then there’s those that hide and watch. Practically every minute you have to slow your car so that blurs of fur can cross the gravel road and disappear into bushes to shake off droplets on emerald green leaves. In between the branches their pearl sized eyes linger on you... Rabbits. Dumb, dumb rabbits. This town is booming with them. There might as well be piles of carrots in the road.
Oh yes, if you’ve slept in Fairlight last night, you’d be all too aware of where this is headed. No place in town was immune, parking lot or building. Condolences if you paid for Frankfurter Inn. That place smells like hot dog water and has walls translucent thin.
“Biker seasons’ come early and rumor has it that it’s the Femme Fatales, terrorizing us at 1am with their engines these past few days. Seriously, it’s like a damn transformer invasion out here! Police are supposedly on it, but that’s probably not the kinda doughnuts they’re after.. Speaking of the devil, we have a pretty important message from the police. Parents, stay in with your children for today’s Easter. This gang has been known for drug trafficking and might try to give.. free drugs? Heh, yeah right, maybe they were actually planting eggs in the spirit of easter! Bahaha–eh? What do you mean I might be sued for that?! It’s a joke, Larry! Now get me that latte or your fired!”
"~Ad break!~"
A sickeningly chipper jingle begins to play and the hosts’ demeanor shifts completely. “.. Oh? ‘Where do you get your coffee from?’ What a good question, my dearest viewers! I have to say I’m fairly picky, but when it comes to our sponsor, Goldie’s cafe, nothing else compares! Especially not any bakeries. Come get your muffin and drinks today at Caterpillar Avenue. This week’s special is the Gnomy Foamy. Now, for the rest of today’s news..” The radio host moves onto the forecast and world news.
Their perspectives.. Ah, alright. But listen well. It starts something like this..
MacGregor hits the radio knob with a sigh and looks on above. Here it was, in its lousy grey weather and all. Shame, if only the road would go on forever. With an unnecessarily rough swing of the car door, the damp gravel soon squishes underneath his sneakers. Oh! That's going to track inside. If his mother was here she'd definitely scold him--maybe he should've brought boots? As looks through the car window for his suitcase, he’s immediately distracted by his reflection. "...!" He spikes up his lilac hair and gives his winning smile just like his old friend taught him. No, too sad–-stop slouching, maybe wink, use your cheeks to bring up your eyes..
There! "Lexi. Ye are Lexi MacGregor!" Alright, now that practicing was over.. What was he going to do again?.... Crivens.
Peering around for an answer, he slides a hand into his pocket. To the left was the only road and everything else was encased in forest like a giant green birdcage, pine trees being the bars and ceiling. It sounded like a bird cage as well, chirping and chattering all like there was a sudden danger in the air.
It'd be fun to clear this out with how much natural forage there is.. Wild violets, chickweed.. Oh! Were those garlic leaves..?! Garlic bread! Lexi sighs longfully. How nostalgic--he could easily identify plants forever if he wasn't here for a reason. He needs money and to keep himself busy for a while, too.
His eyes lead to the long trim of wild peanut plants across the bakery then further up.
Wisteria and Fox grape vines climb across, giving life to an otherwise ugly exterior. Once-red bricks jut out from different parts of the architecture, aged tanned and dusty like fossils. There were plenty of windows that’d be good for indoor plants… If buildings had faces, the palladian window on the second floor would definitely be it's ugly cyclops eye and the door's portico its jutting chin. Its eyebrows could easily be two gabled dormers. “Ah!” That combined with the overall height of the building suggests a third floor attic..! He bites his lip. Could he break in through the dormers? The bricks certainly looked climbable but.. No, there was too much broken glass...
The laborers who rose this building would be disappointed that all their patient details have been so severely neglected. Even the name was reduced to a faded wood sign dangling by one rope, splayed fibers on the other like it had been chewed off. Ineligible shadows of once words. His heels arch so his hand can reach; the sign is so grimy it leaves his thumb painted. C'mon, there has to be something he can get out of this..
Clatter.
The last rope tears upon mere touch and hits him square on the head with only his ponytail to absorb damage. "Ow owww! You..." Then all his anger comes out at once. He yells. "You did that!" Then he begins to kick the sign repeatedly while its on the ground--oblivious to any of the cars that enter the parking lot next or may have already. "Ye bloody, bloody, glaikit scum! I hate you!!"
How to postAfter you've finished your CS you are free to have your character enter the scene. You are encouraged to interact with the setting and other characters to your heart’s content. When it comes to the setting, I'll include what they'll learn and how the setting interacts back my posts. Please write in your character’s mode of transport and what they’ve done during their trip. Do not have your character enter the bakery just yet!
In-rp Information: Your character is free to have listened to the radio. Many music options are available but Fondue's radio station is only local radio station that includes talking or news. Wifi is also somewhat poor. If your character stood the night in Fairlight, the only available areas would be the inn or somewhere to sleep in their car. More details contained within this post. This is a pretty small normal seeming town on the surface.
Reminder: So far, Your characters do not know there'd be others here and to their knowledge they were the only one to receive the letter. This is until they communicate.
Rusty of Shackleford
606
IDKnuggets
SavannahSmiles
housegoat13
asystole.
SilvernFae
November Witch
The letter is written on baking parchment paper and smells like wheat and burnt crumbs. You have no idea how it got here; the envelope has no return or delivery address.
Someone must've left this to you personally.
Most sane people would ignore this as an elaborate scheme or prank, but the letter is right. Life hasn't been treating you well and you're feeling desperate. So even if it's just to humor your curiosity, you're going to take the chance on a road trip.
In the car, time is a slideshow. You wonder if your phone is lying to you, its only been a minute since you last checked the clock but hours have passed by. Sometimes, when you blink, you notice you're in a highway that should've been a day ahead. No matter where you came from, when you started, your car arrives at nearly the same time as the others.
The bakery laid there in the middle of the woods, a canopy of leaves overhead shunning any sunlight. The colonial exterior, the ten minute drive away from civilization; all clues into this bakery having been abandoned, but the yard is pristine and the gravel parking lot looks used.
If only you knew what was inside before you came here.
No street view, reviews, numbers, pictures, hell--description even! 'Bakery'. 4446 Hops Rd in Fairlight. That's all google maps provides you.
Bzzt... bzzztt... "Well, well, well! 9AM, and I know what all of you are screaming, it’s about damn time! Welcome to FFFM back my old, beautiful friends. I’m your lovely local celebrity Fondue, and you’re listening to Fondue’s Fairlight For Morons!”April 9th. It’s the kind of weather where you can just smell the wet, and yet everything is starting to come out of its shell. It may surprise you how many animals are out in the open, fluffy white opossums skittering across trees to snakes slithering down town sidewalks.
But then there’s those that hide and watch. Practically every minute you have to slow your car so that blurs of fur can cross the gravel road and disappear into bushes to shake off droplets on emerald green leaves. In between the branches their pearl sized eyes linger on you... Rabbits. Dumb, dumb rabbits. This town is booming with them. There might as well be piles of carrots in the road.
“Yuck. It sure is cold, wet and shitty weather for egg hunting, huh? People who’re working today, you sure ain’t missing out on much.. Easter events have been rescheduled to tomorrow, yada yada. Heh! Can you tell I barely had any sleep last night? Well, I bet none of you have had it either!”
Oh yes, if you’ve slept in Fairlight last night, you’d be all too aware of where this is headed. No place in town was immune, parking lot or building. Condolences if you paid for Frankfurter Inn. That place smells like hot dog water and has walls translucent thin.
“Biker seasons’ come early and rumor has it that it’s the Femme Fatales, terrorizing us at 1am with their engines these past few days. Seriously, it’s like a damn transformer invasion out here! Police are supposedly on it, but that’s probably not the kinda doughnuts they’re after.. Speaking of the devil, we have a pretty important message from the police. Parents, stay in with your children for today’s Easter. This gang has been known for drug trafficking and might try to give.. free drugs? Heh, yeah right, maybe they were actually planting eggs in the spirit of easter! Bahaha–eh? What do you mean I might be sued for that?! It’s a joke, Larry! Now get me that latte or your fired!”"~Ad break!~"
A sickeningly chipper jingle begins to play and the hosts’ demeanor shifts completely. “.. Oh? ‘Where do you get your coffee from?’ What a good question, my dearest viewers! I have to say I’m fairly picky, but when it comes to our sponsor, Goldie’s cafe, nothing else compares! Especially not any bakeries. Come get your muffin and drinks today at Caterpillar Avenue. This week’s special is the Gnomy Foamy. Now, for the rest of today’s news..” The radio host moves onto the forecast and world news.
Their perspectives.. Ah, alright. But listen well. It starts something like this..
MacGregor hits the radio knob with a sigh and looks on above. Here it was, in its lousy grey weather and all. Shame, if only the road would go on forever. With an unnecessarily rough swing of the car door, the damp gravel soon squishes underneath his sneakers. Oh! That's going to track inside. If his mother was here she'd definitely scold him--maybe he should've brought boots? As looks through the car window for his suitcase, he’s immediately distracted by his reflection. "...!" He spikes up his lilac hair and gives his winning smile just like his old friend taught him. No, too sad–-stop slouching, maybe wink, use your cheeks to bring up your eyes..
There! "Lexi. Ye are Lexi MacGregor!" Alright, now that practicing was over.. What was he going to do again?.... Crivens.
Peering around for an answer, he slides a hand into his pocket. To the left was the only road and everything else was encased in forest like a giant green birdcage, pine trees being the bars and ceiling. It sounded like a bird cage as well, chirping and chattering all like there was a sudden danger in the air.
It'd be fun to clear this out with how much natural forage there is.. Wild violets, chickweed.. Oh! Were those garlic leaves..?! Garlic bread! Lexi sighs longfully. How nostalgic--he could easily identify plants forever if he wasn't here for a reason. He needs money and to keep himself busy for a while, too.
His eyes lead to the long trim of wild peanut plants across the bakery then further up.
Wisteria and Fox grape vines climb across, giving life to an otherwise ugly exterior. Once-red bricks jut out from different parts of the architecture, aged tanned and dusty like fossils. There were plenty of windows that’d be good for indoor plants… If buildings had faces, the palladian window on the second floor would definitely be it's ugly cyclops eye and the door's portico its jutting chin. Its eyebrows could easily be two gabled dormers. “Ah!” That combined with the overall height of the building suggests a third floor attic..! He bites his lip. Could he break in through the dormers? The bricks certainly looked climbable but.. No, there was too much broken glass...
The laborers who rose this building would be disappointed that all their patient details have been so severely neglected. Even the name was reduced to a faded wood sign dangling by one rope, splayed fibers on the other like it had been chewed off. Ineligible shadows of once words. His heels arch so his hand can reach; the sign is so grimy it leaves his thumb painted. C'mon, there has to be something he can get out of this..
Clatter.
The last rope tears upon mere touch and hits him square on the head with only his ponytail to absorb damage. "Ow owww! You..." Then all his anger comes out at once. He yells. "You did that!" Then he begins to kick the sign repeatedly while its on the ground--oblivious to any of the cars that enter the parking lot next or may have already. "Ye bloody, bloody, glaikit scum! I hate you!!"
How to postAfter you've finished your CS you are free to have your character enter the scene. You are encouraged to interact with the setting and other characters to your heart’s content. When it comes to the setting, I'll include what they'll learn and how the setting interacts back my posts. Please write in your character’s mode of transport and what they’ve done during their trip. Do not have your character enter the bakery just yet!
In-rp Information: Your character is free to have listened to the radio. Many music options are available but Fondue's radio station is only local radio station that includes talking or news. Wifi is also somewhat poor. If your character stood the night in Fairlight, the only available areas would be the inn or somewhere to sleep in their car. More details contained within this post. This is a pretty small normal seeming town on the surface.
Reminder: So far, Your characters do not know there'd be others here and to their knowledge they were the only one to receive the letter. This is until they communicate.
Rusty of Shackleford
606
IDKnuggets
SavannahSmiles
housegoat13
asystole.
SilvernFae
November Witch
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