Congratulations, Delos Resorts and Parks have chosen you as a recipient of a two week stay at any of our varied theme parks. During your time you will have a chance to indulge every impulse, desire, and wish in a vast and realistic world where anything can happen! Would you like to visit the Old West or experience Medieval times? Avoid the Prohibition or live the Age of Sail? These destinations and more await you!
The premise of this meme is based on both the current television series and movie Westworld. People are divided among hosts and guests. The hosts are artificial beings programmed to believe they are living in authentic worlds of all different varieties. They are unaware that they are artificial and have their own goals and personalities. Guests are just people! Living out in the real world, they've been given a once in a lifetime opportunity to visit one of the most expensive thrills available.
You can play as a guest or a host, so just indicate which your character will be in your subject line. Guests will be given opportunity to dress the part while looking for some kind of storyline to get drawn into. Hosts will be going about their ordinary lives, convinced everything is normal... until they don't.
Pick any setting you like! I mean, it's a meme, I can't tell you what to do. Use Bikini Bottom as your setting if you want. I don't care.
Smut, uh... finds a way. Make sure you indicate if that's something you want.
Configuations
Two Guests - Maybe you're old friends or new acquaintances, but now you can do whatever you want with no rules or consequences. You'll be seeing each other in a whole new light.
Two Hosts - This is your world and this is how it's always been as far as you know. Things are going well until some invincible host blows through town. Now one of you is starting to question the nature of your reality.
Host and Guest - One of you is real, the other only exists as a form of entertainment. Is it just a game or do things get a little too real?
(check out info from the film and TV series for more ideas)
[Whelp, I don't have to explain to you what a bastard he can be. Since they've both been in the park forever, I feel like they've probably played out a lot of different scenarios together. Is there anything you want/do not want for sure?]
[Oh, no doubt! I'm pretty open as far as limits go (just the usuals). Anything in their history on the show is fine by me, so long as it has purpose! :D]
[I'm so sorry this took so long. I had to write a paper this week and it took a bit longer than I thought. Send me a PM if you'd like me to change the starter.]
They don't bother leading him into one of the extravagant walk-in closets full of clothing and accessories anymore when he arrives in Delos. He hasn't changed his look in a number of years.
This valued customer always covers himself from head to toe in black, apart from a pop of color that comes from a cravat style tie. To put more choices in front of him would simply annoy him and waste time that could otherwise be spent in the park. In terms of the weapons he likes to arm himself with? He has a favorite revolver that goes in a favorite holster and a long black knife that he's rather fond of. Anything he decides that he needs he can find somewhere inside the park.
Then he takes a seat in the rail car set apart from everyone else. The hosts get more and more real with each season, but he can always tell who's a person and who isn't; especially on the train. The visitors are always so wide-eyed and excited. They'll often spend the fifteen-minute ride babbling to people they've come with, or hell, even a stranger, about what they're excited to experience.
Some of them have the decency to pretend that they aren't there to partake in as much sex and violence as they can find. Some of them get gleeful thinking about playing a bad guy. The man in black simply tries to tune them out.
He doesn't feel just a visitor anymore. He doesn't act like one either. Sometimes he feels like he has more in common with the hosts.
He finds himself wondering what revisions have been made to the park since he's been there. It's been almost six weeks since the last time he rolled into Sweetwater.
[No worries at all! I've been out of town. How about we AU re-purpose good old Dolores? I don't have the icons for it, but...]
The changes are there, minute, unnoticeable unless you come to the park often enough, or not often at all, those sorts of changes. The sheriff has changed, a few of the wanted posters updated for brand new desperadoes.
Dolores isn't in a blue dress today, blonde hair framing her sweet face. Her hair is braided up and curled, an emerald green dress more in the style of Maeve and Clementine than her own covering her pale skin.
She's waiting outside of the Mariposa, looking bored at the local offerings, at least until a guest walks by. She's not the aggressive type, it would seem, favoring small smirks and eye contact to anything verbal. She catches his eye from across the street, smirking slightly before she walks into the bar.
[I can use my imagination for the icons. I don't really have a lot for his guy, either.]
A man that was there as often has he was could see many of the new revisions and yet, he'd been coming to the park for so many years that sometimes things blended together on him. Who was on the wanted poster last time is the sort of thing that would stand out to this gunslinger.
The host designated to be the new sheriff approaches him with a quest. The same one he's done about a dozen times before - with a few minor tweeks to the story. 'There are bandits hiding out in the mountains.' Blah, blah, blah. He's not very impressed with the dialogue loop that they've programmed for this gentleman.
That was when she caught his eye. (Or was it that he caught hers?) A blonde with her hair put up in glamours curls. The Mariposa isn't a place that he often stops anymore. Dolled up hosts for the pleasure of the guests is the kind of thing that appeals people who lack vision, but there's something about the way this woman moves. He knows her. Yet he can't recognize her.
You better believe that annoys him and of course, he going to head in there to get a better look.
Dolores slipped into the saloon, walking with a slow sway, knowing she'd hooked a target. She wasn't a whore, but she didn't mind the thought. She was rewritten and re-purposed to be bait. She was the partner-in-crime to the bandits in the hills, conning people into going with her to recover a priceless family heirloom.
Of course, part of the story was true. It was always exciting for the guest to find out which part.
"Whiskey, please," she ordered, before she slightly tilted her head. "Good afternoon, sir."
You can imagine a visitors confusion, of course. There aren't all that many women that head into the Mariposa that aren't the ones who work in it. He ain't trying that hard to recall, but nothing is coming to mind.
He draws himself up to his full height as he approaches her. It's not until he hears her voice that it dawns on him who this host is, but as soon as he does, he knows. He's lived out so many fantasies with her over the years - pleasant and violent ones alike - that he couldn't possibly forget it.
"Howdy." There's a heaviness of age in his voice, but it kind of works for him. The tone of his words to he almost a purr. He doesn't seem to have any reservations toward getting close to her either. "Delores, isn't it?"
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The Man In Black || Westworld
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Dolores Abernathy / Westworld
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Brandon Walsh | Beverly Hills 90210
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They don't bother leading him into one of the extravagant walk-in closets full of clothing and accessories anymore when he arrives in Delos. He hasn't changed his look in a number of years.
This valued customer always covers himself from head to toe in black, apart from a pop of color that comes from a cravat style tie. To put more choices in front of him would simply annoy him and waste time that could otherwise be spent in the park. In terms of the weapons he likes to arm himself with? He has a favorite revolver that goes in a favorite holster and a long black knife that he's rather fond of. Anything he decides that he needs he can find somewhere inside the park.
Then he takes a seat in the rail car set apart from everyone else. The hosts get more and more real with each season, but he can always tell who's a person and who isn't; especially on the train. The visitors are always so wide-eyed and excited. They'll often spend the fifteen-minute ride babbling to people they've come with, or hell, even a stranger, about what they're excited to experience.
Some of them have the decency to pretend that they aren't there to partake in as much sex and violence as they can find. Some of them get gleeful thinking about playing a bad guy. The man in black simply tries to tune them out.
He doesn't feel just a visitor anymore. He doesn't act like one either. Sometimes he feels like he has more in common with the hosts.
He finds himself wondering what revisions have been made to the park since he's been there. It's been almost six weeks since the last time he rolled into Sweetwater.
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The changes are there, minute, unnoticeable unless you come to the park often enough, or not often at all, those sorts of changes. The sheriff has changed, a few of the wanted posters updated for brand new desperadoes.
Dolores isn't in a blue dress today, blonde hair framing her sweet face. Her hair is braided up and curled, an emerald green dress more in the style of Maeve and Clementine than her own covering her pale skin.
She's waiting outside of the Mariposa, looking bored at the local offerings, at least until a guest walks by. She's not the aggressive type, it would seem, favoring small smirks and eye contact to anything verbal. She catches his eye from across the street, smirking slightly before she walks into the bar.
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A man that was there as often has he was could see many of the new revisions and yet, he'd been coming to the park for so many years that sometimes things blended together on him. Who was on the wanted poster last time is the sort of thing that would stand out to this gunslinger.
The host designated to be the new sheriff approaches him with a quest. The same one he's done about a dozen times before - with a few minor tweeks to the story. 'There are bandits hiding out in the mountains.' Blah, blah, blah. He's not very impressed with the dialogue loop that they've programmed for this gentleman.
That was when she caught his eye. (Or was it that he caught hers?) A blonde with her hair put up in glamours curls. The Mariposa isn't a place that he often stops anymore. Dolled up hosts for the pleasure of the guests is the kind of thing that appeals people who lack vision, but there's something about the way this woman moves. He knows her. Yet he can't recognize her.
You better believe that annoys him and of course, he going to head in there to get a better look.
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Of course, part of the story was true. It was always exciting for the guest to find out which part.
"Whiskey, please," she ordered, before she slightly tilted her head. "Good afternoon, sir."
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He draws himself up to his full height as he approaches her. It's not until he hears her voice that it dawns on him who this host is, but as soon as he does, he knows. He's lived out so many fantasies with her over the years - pleasant and violent ones alike - that he couldn't possibly forget it.
"Howdy." There's a heaviness of age in his voice, but it kind of works for him. The tone of his words to he almost a purr. He doesn't seem to have any reservations toward getting close to her either. "Delores, isn't it?"