Panopticon RPG

PanopticonRPG is a semi-appless, skeleton rp for 21+ muns and 25+ muses with an emphasis on character development. Diversity is highly encouraged. Characters inexplicably arrive on a mysterious island and are gifted with extraordinary abilities. Event drops and story arcs will unfold throughout the game. Inspired by genres of sci-fi, superpowers, mystery, dystopia, survival.

EVENT 4: THE PENALTY

{{ It was enraging, but also a little exciting. The Tower, after all, must have seemed like a glittering diamond to Panopticon's newest test subjects. A diamond just out of reach and filled with promise.

And these 21st century animals were far more entitled than their predecessors.

"They broke in," Mr Hook relayed with a lazy satisfaction, slight annoyance as he flicked through the footage. "They found the records room, in fact."

"I told you paper contracts was a stupid idea, Hook. But. I can do you one better," Dr Pan was pacing in the lavish meeting room. She paused to sarcastically make a marquee with her hands. "Survivors! From the first test group! Two of them found their way back into the village, like little rants in a maze. One is that celebrity. The other...is familiar...but...." Pan snorted. "Anyway. Only took them twenty years."

Hook sat up, hand clenching into a fist on the table. "Survivors? Daring to return!? But our shareholders won't like it....we were so sure the hornets got them all. The gravepit....our shareholders adored that." Hook huffed, really pissed now. Silence, until a small, thin-lipped smile crawled over his face. "Dr Pan, since your failed batch will now be mingling with my new kids, how about we impose a penalty?"

Dr Pan thinned her eyes, ignoring the snipe at her work. "What are you proposing, Mr Hook." }}

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On the island, the loudspeakers crackled to life after a year of disuse. Again, a similar tinny melody crooned over the beaches and bungalows and inside the medicentre. And then a robotic voice - meant to sound calming - spoke.

"Good afternoon, volunteers. You have uncovered the truth, as we'd hoped, and sooner than scheduled. Congratulations! However, two volunteers from a previous failed experiment have returned and your benevolent hosts have issued a warning against them. We do not approve of the co-mingling. Your food supply will be cut off starting a week from now. This prohibition will be in effect until the predecessors are...removed. HAVE A GREAT DAY IN PARADISE. D̵̛͕͚̘̹̓̓̿̐Ơ̵̢̦̄͒ ̸̼̊Ņ̶̖̰͙̈́̈̂͆̌O̶̪̤̻̦̍T̸͔͕̟͉̬͗̓͑͝ ̵̢̟̤̗̎̌̊̚͠B̷̢̺͇̾͑̈́E̶̜̞̤̹͍̕ ̴͉̗̞̍̽̕A̷̻̣͓̰̥͊̀F̵͔̺̩͋̀̅̾͝R̶͓̍̕͠A̷̹̭̹̰͠Ḯ̷̡̧̯͔̣́D̶͚̞̎!! (do not be afraid!)"

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OOC INFO:

Welcome to your forever home in paradise! We’re so excited to have you! Details are under the read more.

Welcome to your forever home in paradise! We’re so excited to have you! Details are under the read more.

TASK O3: PLEASE LIKE AND SUBSCRIBE!

For Task 03, we've chosen to take it to an AU level for your characters. Just for fun, imagine your character as well-known person on YouTube! Influencer, content creator, social media BNF - whatever they consider themselves, they know they are popular for what they do on the app, and the algorithm loves them. You can describe the channel, their lives and celebrityism beyond their channel (if they have that: published books, conventions, scandals, weirdos on tumblr trying to use their faces for characters...👀👀). This task can be presented in any way you choose: a write-up, picset, graphics, bulletpoints, combination thereof. Mod Luna has found some fun youtube psd templates, optional for people to use: [1]...[2]...[3]

EVENT 3 PART 2: THE TOWER

By whatever means you use to investigate and enter through the mysterious locked door at the end of the tunnel, you are greeted with a large circular room. There are two more similar looking doors in the room, multiple entrances from different tunnels that all converge here. Looking up you see just how high up the space is, and you can make out about three more floors above you. Ascending the spiral staircase, you can see the first floor holds multiple different rooms, many of them filled with rows of filing cabinets with who knows what inside. Another room, that exudes a soft technicolor glow, home to many crystals similar to your bracelets. And lastly, a room that looks like a med center, though the restraints on the stainless steel bed might suggest otherwise. The second floor is less a space for rooms but more of a massive enclosure for countless servers. There are wires everywhere, leading every which way, though many of them connect down to the ground floor to the lone door in the middle of the room. The third floor seems a bit more quaint, though eerie if you think about it for too long. There are multiple different rooms that suggested people were living in this tower 24/7. This floor feels almost like a shared college dorm with different rooms with beds, some gathering areas that remind you of a break room, with communal bathrooms and kitchen areas too. Though there is one room that seems different from the rest, given it's behind large double doors that appear to be locked. And finally the top floor. A large room encircled by multiple rows of large monitors connected to confusing looking control panels. Thick tinted windows outside look out to a catwalk circling the top, and some graffiti sprayed on some windows: KALA MEATY, MISS TERRI, SKOOOOOOOOOORJ.

OOC INFO:

EVENT 03. PART 1: THE DOOR

There are tunnels carved out of the island's bedrock. Man-made tunnels, some with their own ventilation and lighting, others without, or with at least attempts that had fallen into disrepair. One, under the mass grave pit behind the Medicentre. Other tunnels located around some cave systems around the island.

A few brave (or reckless?) souls have already taken it upon themselves to traverse these tunnels - and their intrepid natures are now rewarded at the end. Because there was an end of each tunnel is a door, with a strict warning:

And behind each thick metal vault-door, is an eerie glow, a constant hum.

These doors won't open, not without extreme force or some other trick. Isn't is helpful, that this motley crew of survivors all how powers? However people manage to get through the doors, it's what's beyond that makes the effort worth it...hopefully.

A circular room, large enough to fit about 80 people. An iron stairwell curves up, up, up to floors above - blocked for now. Lining the walls are computer systems, but nothing seems to be working. In the middle of the room, circled by guard rails, stands a single door-frame. The frame is clearly a machine, covered in the same smooth white futuristic shell as the generators.

And the 'door' itself, is a glowing blue light, humming with a mysterious power.

Who dares approach it? Where the stairs lead? Where is this strange circular structure that can only be accessed by underground tunnels?

OOC INFO:

Where did January 2025 gooooo? All this time, Panopticon RPG has been chugging along, our lovely little characters getting into all sorts of trouble, secrets revealed, people discovered. Now, they will soon be thrust into yet another event - that's right! Event 03 is gearing up, getting ready to launch in late February. Hey lovely lurkers! Why not jump into the fun with that awesome character you've been longing to write! We have some open skeletons on offer: El Dorado, Xanadu, Narnia, Zerzura, or Olympus . We also have two lovely Wanted Connections in need of some love, if that's more your vibe!

SECRET SATAN - a Panopticon mini-exchange!

credit to the lovely G (@chancedarling & @unathorn) for the idea!

Everyone has to sleep. Or doze off, take a quick nap. Let their guard down somehow, with closed eyes and a switched-off mind. It's what you wake up to, that perhaps makes you wonder how you can ever sleep again.

A long strip of thin paper like a ribbon, is perched beside you, as if waiting. Some might recognize it as an old sort of teletype tape, mostly now seen in museums or history books about World Wars. But this one has your name on it, and then the words 'HERE IS A SECRET'. The rest of the sentence is a secret indeed, divulged without actual names, describing some past moment or thought from the outside world.

This ribbon of paper holds someone's secret. Who out there is holding your secret?

The end of 2024 is nigh - perfect time to join an RP group, right? Find your creative space to write all the blorbo adventures and feel all the feelings.

What you get: an small and imaginative squad to develop your character! Plots custom to your character! Superpowers! What we get: possibly one of our open skeletons: El Dorado, Xanadu, Narnia, Zerzura, or Olympus . We also have two lovely Wanted Connections in need of some love, if that's more your vibe!

We have a special Year End mini-event planned, so now's a great time to join!

AL-KHAN AL-AZRAQ

Name: Charles 'Charlie' Gano

Age: 49

Gender: cis man, he/him

Power: illusion

FC: Omar Sy

You were supposed to set an example, to be the voice of a generation, to be an inspiration to others. Your parents gave you a better chance, they fled their land for you. That way you could become whatever you wanted to be. And for their sakes, and the sake of the whole community, you’d be the best possible person. You’d be friendly, you wouldn’t cheat, you’d study every moment of the day that you could study. But you feared being a disappointment, so you hid all your failures. You’d request no second chances, you’d take responsibility for mistakes but you’d grow more and more wary that they might happen again. You had rivalries with other students, but it only made you more like them. Ready to throw someone else under the bus for your own gain. You almost do it, you almost destroy someone else’s career to further your own. Until you realise the person you’re bringing down is exactly like you. You’re fighting someone who is also trying to be an inspiration. While you were busy destroying yourself and someone like you, others took advantage, and the bright future you saw for yourself - that your parents and all your fans saw for you too - was now further away than ever. So you fled away from home, decided to start your occupation elsewhere, away from their eyes, but always in contact with them. To show them how good your life was. And your ex-wife went along with it, and your children, and eventually those illusions were real enough that there wasn’t much to lie about anymore. Except for that very small thing: you never told them you got divorced. And you really planned to explain it all to them, really, but was it so terrible that life had other plans for you? Whisking you away to some fantastical island?

CONNECTIONS:

wanted connection for @akhilaasthana

Due to personal reasons, please unfollow:

@shieldxofelliot

@charlie-s-illusions

Welcome to your forever home paradise! We’re so excited to have you! Details are under the read more. Please:

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send your character blog within the next 48 hours or it will be reopened!

once we get your account, the Mods will send an invite to discord!