( TDM | #4 )

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IMPORTANT: The weekly update post will go up later than usual tonight to give time for any other barrier quest responses to come in. Nothing major will be affecting how old players respond to newbies on this post, so tag away! Threads here do count for September bonus AC for old players.

TDMs can be used for anyone interested in the game and/or testing out a new muse.

Test Drive samples are encouraged to be used for your application sample, though they are NOT a requirement.

Feel free to use one prompt, multiple prompts or make up your own!

These threads can be considered game canon upon game opening if you so choose.

Telepathy and magic can be used at any point in time on the TDM, from Prompt A to your wildcard prompt. A specific prompt exists, however, that makes sure all characters have an equal chance to use this mechanic within the TDM. You're encouraged to have characters use telepathy and their magic accidentally or even purposefully on any TDM prompt.

If you aren't set on your character's power yet or want to try out a few, you're still able to use the test drive. Maybe your character is a late bloomer and hasn't fully unlocked their intuitive drive yet. In the case of multiple powers, only prompts that contain the power you choose for your application will count as potential game canon threads.

While only one character can be apped or reserved during a cycle, feel free to post with more than one character if you like! This is for those who are uncertain of their first choice or who would like to try out different characters within the setting.

IMPORTANT: This world is low-frequency. No canon powers or abilities are allowed! Also check out the setting information for more info about what the hub island looks like and what can be found there.

You blink and that's all it takes. At first the picture doesn't come in clear, like you're waiting for a screen to fully load -- more aptly, it's like you're waiting for a camera to focus so you can find image clarity. Before you happened to rapidly close your eyes and open them, your life was normal...well, normal for you, anyway. Fighting an alien, making a quesadilla, dying. And then that blurry picture suddenly takes over. There's a lot to take in here -- you feel weird, your surroundings are weird. Everything is just weird. For starters, there's that new piece of jewelry inserted in the space above your chest. That certainly wasn't there before you opened your eyes. A ▢ Your character's first experience here will be waking up in a forest. Specifically, located here. It's up to them to traverse and try to figure out where they are, whether they make it to the beach or the main house area. If this new little signet catches their interest, fiddling with it will result in a bit of a neural vibration in everyone else with telepathy. Nothing painful; it's actually quite pleasant. But if they do decide to play with this new jewelry, they're likely to find some seasoned telepaths (aka old coven members) in their brain space, wondering that's up. A2 ▢ Alternatively, new coven members are notorious for being bad at telepathy from the jump. Their panicked reation to this journey or confused mental state may send out some network messages that maybe they didn't realize they were sending out. Or, maybe what's pushing them over the edge are all the other voices already doing exactly that in their brain. B ▢ Unlike the previous coven members who found themselves on the hub, new recruits won't find as many supplies randomly in the forest they're suddenly in. However, like old coven members, they will come across some wild boars that aren't too happy to see the humans have returned to their stomping ground. Your character may also come across a boar with babies in tow, which means that they're even more likely to be aggressive. If your character has useful magic within them somewhere, now may be a good time to discover how to use it...? C ▢ Whether you've braved a boar encounter or avoided one entirely, there's a lot to do and see in the forest, as well as other areas of the hub! Well, "do" is debatable. But! Coven members before them have discovered some pretty nifty locations that can be stumbled upon, from a phallic fertility shrine to tree homes and passageways.

If you eventually make it out of the forest and aren't devoured by a boar, you'll eventually come upon your new base camp. Someone (Genette) will be there with your introductory letter and a brief description of magic you now have. If you didn't discover it earlier...surprise! One thing of comfort might be that you aren't alone in this journey. There are other coven members here, fresh back from a journey to another world. If your character wants to get the lay of the land or understand what's going on a little better, they may want to hit up some of these folk for information. There's a large, gold, floating caravan hanging around next to a bonfire, and there's a back gate open that reveals something of a space pocket containing lots of different things. Luckily for new characters, the Palai from the previous world didn't want them to go hungry...which also means they'll be inundated with shrimp to eat. Hopefully they like shellfish! D ▢ Many of the old bloods in the coven can be found hanging around this area. Of course, a few of them have gone off on their own to do whatever it is they do, but since they just got back this is a good place to hang out if a new character wants to see a familiar face, ask questions or steal someone's belongings. You never know! E ▢ This will also be the place where they're given their first provisions. In a woven knapsack, they'll find a bag of cooked shrimp, a set of clothes (you pick the style) that may not fit, a toothbrush, and three other random objects -- dealer's choice! It's very likely that your character got something useful in there, but it's also likely you got something that your character would never use in a million years, or that doesn't fit. Time to start trading! F ▢ Finally, there's always the chance for your character to explore the big mansion next to the beach area. Actually, they may be asked to lend a hand. Everyone is tasked with unloading supplies from the caravan to the front foyer of the mansion, and there are quite a few trips to be mad. Or, alternatively, your character can slack off and play in the game room that they have. How good is your character at pool?

If you're much more of a loner and don't want to follow the flow of things, there are of course other locations that you should probably check out. Travel to your heart's content and find something new...but there are two other points of interest you may want to discover. G ▢ There's that bathhouse that's nearby, for starters. Your character won't encounter any snapping crabs, like last time, though the water for some reason isn't as hot as it once was. Whatever was previously heating the bathhouse seems to have died out, so there aren't any steamy, comfortable pools to take a dip in. There are, however, acrid waters with pond scum floating on the surface. The showers also spew out a greenish liquid, so any hope your character had at having a relaxing bath is gone. However, the lack of heat and many closed off rooms can make for some nice alone time. H ▢ Your character may want to claim a beach house while they're at it. Some characters have disappeared from the coven over time, and some of these few may have left their belongings before departing. This makes it hard to tell what huts are free and which need to be cleared out. Might as well play roulette and see if you picked one that doesn't have an owner or not. (For the sake of the prompt, you might want to choose the former, just saying). I ▢ Wildcard prompt. Go nuts and utilize your own creativity within the setting. This can mean striking out on your own or utilizing a certain location in a different way. The world is your oyster!

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Kurosawa Dia | Love Live:Sunshine

[idolpedia]

A2.

[On the outside it looks like this young woman is trying her best to keep it together. Strange new place, no real explanation of why she's here, and no one she knows. She's been sitting outside of one of the empty beach houses for at least the last hour.

If any of the old or new coven members were to tune into her poor lack of telepathy control...]

I haven't prepared for this, I've not been camping in a long time, and what if I don't show up back at home? Ruby will worry, surely our parents too. How did this happen.

Simple, it must be a dream. It is definitely a dream. I will wake up soon and nothing will be out of the ordinary...

[Someone should tell her she's basically talking out loud.]

B.

[Dia certainly didn't realize that trying to go back to where she woke up in the forest would lead her back to home, or wake her up from this extremely realistic nightmare.

Alas, that only leads her straight to the area where a boar mother and her two babies were passing through. The boar— seeing Dia as a threat has he now backed up to a tree.]

Good boar, nice boar.... forgive me for trespassing.

[There is a short scream as the boar acts like it's going to charge and climbing a tree might not be an option and who really thought that talking to an enraged boar would really help anything?!]

D.

[Are you an experienced coven member? Well, if you look like one... you will have this young lady approaching you.]

You, there. I need you to help me understand what is going on right now.

[The letter, the powers... she really doesn't seem to believe any of this.]

WILDCARD

[Go wild guys! If you want to plot something different you are free to hit up this journal or my plurk over @ megaevolve!]

a

[wingfic]

[Tara-Fay is hesitant about answering at first--it's just not her style--but finally, there comes a grumpy:]

It's not a dream. [A pause.] Or if it is, it's a really long dream, and we're all having it.

B

[lohengrins]

Oi.

[ it's not addressed to her, no, but the boar instead. percival stands in front of dia, meeting the gaze of the currently enraged animal. it charges, and rams its head against his calves... ]

Agh...! Oi, I told you...

[ it snarls for a moment, and percival ignores the bruising he can...now feel rather vividly as he crouches and extends his hand. ]

You will come to no harm. [ he glances at dia, beckoning her to follow suit. ] We ask for your permission...will you allow us to pass through?

d.

[akumas]

[Well, hello there young lady. Even if he doesn't look like it, the older man looks up towards her from sorting his own belongings.]

A newcomer. How can I assist you?

wildcard

[oceanaria]

[ Riko still can't believe that she woke up on an unknown island instead of her room. Pinching her hand didn't help at all, even though it should. This isn't real, right? This is just some kind of a vivid dream—that's what Riko keeps telling herself, at least. Every time she repeats that out loud, it becomes more and more clear that she might be wrong.

That leads to another question, however. Where are they, exactly? Getting an answer to that proves to be more difficult than she considered it to be. While she's been trying to find out what island is this, Riko takes a sight of Dia and approaches the other girl after wiping her eyes and making sure she's not just imagining her.

It's truly reassuring to see someone familiar, despite the bizarre situation they've found themselves in. Riko, who's been squealing at almost every single thing she encountered (honorable mention goes to the boar), manages to calm down a little. At least until they're told that they should pick a hut.

Why would they need a hut, they're going home soon, Riko simply doesn't understand. They have something very important to do there.

The thought that they really may have to stay here much longer is quite upsetting, but it sinks in when they're closer to the huts. ]

Dia-san...do you think it's really alright for us to go inside? Wouldn't that be trespassing?

[ There's simply no telling which huts are vacant and which ones are not. Especially not from the outside. ]

sonic / the hedgehog (gameverse)

[fastpaced]

B

[ to be honest, suddenly appearing in the middle of some weird new planet is approaching "completely normal" at this point in his life. And so, other than being surprised at not seeing any sort of glowing portal, flying demigod, or angry robot to blame for all of this, Sonic is coping with all of this fairly well. Doesn't hurt that he's in the woods - he finds them pretty calming, actually. Sooner or later, he's certain someone is gonna show up and explain what's going on to him, because that's how it always goes. Rather than darting off, he takes a few seconds to poke and prod at his new jewelry (sorry for the feedback), then links his hands behind his head, taking a leisurely stroll through the woods and enjoying the scenery.

For like, three minutes, because he's a trouble magnet. ]

Woah! Hey there, mom! You've gotta have your hooves full with all those little guys. [ he is not frightened by the sight of the mother boar and her cute little piglets, if his easygoing tone is anything to go by. ] I'm just passing through, so no worries, okay?

[ predictably, the big, antsy animal is less than interested in his peace offering, and starts looking like she's going to charge. Which is fine, too. Sonic just sighs, then gives her a casual salute before sprinting off between the trees at the speed of sound...

... Except he doesn't, because his powers are gone, and he finds himself feeling like he's running through molasses as he just barely keeps abreast of this giant pig. ]

Huh? Hey!! What the -- yikes!

[ a quick jump gets him just barely out of the way of her tusks - but now he's hanging from a tree branch, dangling rather helplessly while the mother boar looks to be preparing to charge the whole tree.

Help. ]

E

[ Much, much later, when he's survived his ordeal, Sonic eventually arrives at the camp, looking... very put-out, actually. He can't go fast no more. What does his life even mean now?!

What I'm saying is that he's currently laying on his back - yes, on the ground - like a melodramatic toddler, heaving a heavy sigh as he holds up the bag of cooked shrimp in front of his face. ]

Man... Talk about the worst trade ever. [ yet another dramatic sigh as his arms flop out to the side, dropping the bag of shrimp on the ground for the moment. They could have at least given him a chili dog.

Maybe he needs cheering up. Or maybe seeing a three-foot-tall talking animal wearing shoes and gloves is just too weird to ignore. Or maybe he's laying in the way, which is a very real possibility, considering there's stuff to be moved at the moment... ]

b

[scrambledegg]

[No this is really funny, actually. He has no intention of helping Sonic whatsoever because he catches sight of his eternal enemy stuck to a tree branch and at the mercy of a wild animal.

The fact he's at a safe distance to spectate is a given, of course. He's not putting himself in danger.]

Ohohoho! Lucky for me, Sonic! That overgrown pig doesn't know how terrible fast food is for you!

[...and it's completely ruined by his loud gloating, because the boar is paying attention towards him now instead, the much larger, louder, egg shaped target.

Not that he's noticed.

(Yet.)}

Zack Fair | Final Fantasy VII

[activatingcombatmode]

[A]

[When Zack wakes up it is with the same heavy sick feeling in his stomach and aching pounding in his head due to chemical mako poisoning still settling into his blood stream. His vision is blurry and it takes him a moment or two of slow blinking to realize that the space above him isn’t the cracked old ceiling of the ShinRa mansion bedroom he’d fallen asleep in but ... The sky?

He sits up and runs a hand through his dark hair and then over his shoulder. His fingers find the strange new piece of jewelry though the fabric of his shirt in the middle of his collarbone and for a brief moment it sends a panic through Zack which happens to accidentally transmit through telepathy into anyone nearby.]

What the hell is this thing? I can’t get it off! Just what am I going to wake up to have done to me next? Cyborg arms?!

... Cloud- Where’s Cloud?

[B]

[Having got to his feet, Zack wanders through the foreign woods only to come across one of those pesky aggressive boars. On habit alone he reaches up to grab the handle of his large broadsword only to find it ... Not there. Great. No time to worry about it right now...

He sighs and moves into a defensive position and cracks a knuckle into his palm as he gives the angry boar a wary grin.]

Alright, Miss Piggy. Let’s do this the hard way.

[D]

[Alright-! There’s people here! People means information! Zack picks the first friendly face he can find and taps them on the shoulder. When they turn he flashes them a friendly smile.]

Hey there, could I ask you a few questions? I’m clueless about what’s going on right now.

[E]

[The bonfire is a blessing. Zack is more tired than he’d like to admit so as soon as he’s given one of those knapsacks full of provisions and knickknacks he finds a spot to sit down near the fire to go through it all. The cooked shrimp gets snacked on fairly quickly. The clothing is met with a frown because they’re sizes too small and Zack is not a short guy. Everything else? Well... He’s sure he can find use for at least some of it.]

Hrmm. What am I gonna do with a tiny wooden box and a hair ribbon?

[This place sure has a strange ideas for welcoming packages.]

e

[soulcomet]

Mmm ... I don't know about the box, but I would definitely hang on to the ribbon! You never know when you need to tie something together — you could even use it for a splint in a pinch.

[says the tiny pink girl sporting two hair ribbons, as she settles down next to Zack. it sort of sounds like the splint idea is something she's done before.]

kagami no shiranui | original

[shandow]

F
[ It's all a very normal day at the mansion, really. Coven members are milling around or going about their own business, a sort of otherworldly liveliness that cloaks the area in subtle homeliness. Maybe you're lingering around, or intent on getting from place to place; all of a sudden you feel someone's eyes on you.

Or not?

Glancing around would eventually reveal a person standing on the mansion's roof, curly brown hair framing a clear, cheerful face. Once they've been spotted, they'll slide down the roof and land beside you with an elegant backflip.

Given how they dress (in a winged shawl, no less), one might think that they actually fit the theme of this place. A real witch. ]

Hello, hello! How're you doing?

[ A relaxed grin, as if you've been friends all along. ]


H
[ Or maybe you've found them at the beach later, springing about the coast in a fluid dance, the wind ruffling through their hair and through their clothes. Certainly carefree; though once they catches your eye they would come over without breaking their routine.

Once they're within speaking distance, they would circle you once before coming to a halt and ending with a slight bow. ]

Wanna come along?


I
[ Wildcard! Throw me anything and I'll work with it. ]

h

[compendiem]

[ At first, Minato simply stood transfixed at the dance, amazed that they're able to without music. He almost takes a step back when approached, not wanting to be in the way, but at the bow and the question, he simply... stares, for a moment. A simple yes or no would answer it, but that begs another question first. ]

Where to?

Mio Yamanobe | I-chu

[mysterybone]

A — telepathy problems

[ Mio opens his eyes and clears away the blur before really letting it settle in that he's.... definitely not at home anymore. This worries him for one reason and one reason alone: He's no longer near his beloved master! Not to mention, he has this weird piece of jewelry embedded in his chest. He picks at it a little bit, causing that strange vibration. ]

Ahh, that tickles!

[ pick pick pick, he fidgets with it some more. And when he hears someone's voice suddenly? He whips around, looking all over for the source of the voice. ]

Hello?? Master, is that you? If you're not my master, be prepared! I'll cast black magic on you if you try to cause trouble- ♪

C — The Shrine

[ Thankfully, he doesn't manage to run into any boars. It's the power of black magic keeping him safe, obviously. Instead, he manages to wander into deeper parts of the forest, passing some interesting, quaint little houses, and eventually stumbling upon something that looks mystic and mysterious. Right up his alley! He excitedly approaches the fertility shrine...

... Only to be met with the phallic display, which instantly causes his cheeks to redden a bit. He puts his hands up over his eyes. ]

... I thought this was a shrine, but maybe I'm not supposed to see this.

E — Provisions

[ Finally free and in the base camp, Mio has his new knapsack of provisions and is excitedly bringing them over to a patch in the grass to examine them. He opens up the flap and dumps the contents out in the grass. ]

Let's see what we have here! ♪ Shrimp... some clothes—[ he picks up a nice white shirt along with a frilly romper, that luckily happen to be just the right size! ] This is very good! Okay- A toothbrush, and ... [ the last three items fall out. It's a small plate, a hairbrush, and a snail shell. His eyes light up at the little treasures. ] Oh, these are perfect! These people really know what I wanted!

[ he picks up the snail shell especially and holds it up to the light. ] I can mix this with some bat toes and, hmm, I wonder what else would be good~?

I — The Wildcard

[ hit me up with one of the other prompts or something new! ]

c. because oh my god

[akumas]

[Eva is walking around as usual, with a new umbrella open to protect him from the sun. He does help newcomers out when he finds them struggling or just lost, but mostly he keeps to himself as usual. A walk in the forest with his three little familiars floating nearby to protect him in case boars get rowdy.

His heart drops when he feels something familiar, his sense of direction changing towards that fertility shrine that he unfortunately caught eye once.

There is, without a doubt, one familiar head of silver hair that he did not expect to see here.]

Mio..? Mio! [He's quick to approach his servant, lowering his umbrella to shield Mio away from the shrine while his free arm grabs him in a hug. The spectral owls hoot as they circle around the two of them.]

You were summoned as well...

Edward Elric | Fullmetal Alchemist

[equivalence]

[ A2 ]

[Edward has less than zero reason to expect something like telepathy to exist -- or to be something that he has. But that doesn't mean he's not immediately accessing it, accidentally. It's not panic though. Not even remotely. He's confused sure, but more than that, he is pissed off.]

What. The hell is this. Are you kidding me? Whoever is pulling this... I swear when I find you I'll..

Hey. Where's my pocket watch?!

[Of course he's also muttering all this under his breath, which is absolutely healthy and normal.]



[ B ]

[The boar wasn't something Ed was expecting. He very nearly ran straight into it -- which did not please the large mother boar, and Edward finds himself stumbling backwards.] Hey. Easy now, I'm not looking for trouble...

[Too late though, the boar charges, and Edward, of course, immediately goes for the alchemy solution. A sharp clap of gloved hands and... nothing. Nothing at all. And THAT is the most disturbing thing that has happened since he arrived here. He stares at his hands for a moment, but that lets the boar get a good charge on him, and he's knocked aside (luckily jerking from the full blow at the last minute) before he's scrambling back to his feet,] Shit... [And running for it. Help him out, or be careful of being run down by a small partially metallic alchemist.]



[ D ]

[All right. The letter? The letter is currently be crumpled up and pronounced as,] Ridiculous crap...

[Magic. That is not how the world works. Whatever the hell is going on here, Edward is done with it. He's worried about Al, he's worried about everyone and wondering if he's maybe lost his mind. Abooted foot stomps on the discarded letter before he turns, a whirl of red fabric as his coat catches up with him. Anyone who happens to be caught in his line of sight is going to be subject to a quick,] Do you know what the hell is going on here?

[Does anyone? Edward Elric would like it explained, without any of this magic and mysticism nonsense. Someone bring him science.]

d

[compendiem]

[ Minato stops right in his tracks at being directly addressed— a yes or no question, one he would usually have no problem in answering immediately, but it isn't as simple as knowing or not knowing. He knows some of what's going on, in terms of the overall situation and what the coven had been working on for the past month, but he does not, in fact, know what the hell is going on. He honestly doubts anybody does. So Minato just signs, and offers Ed the most bullshit, cop-out answer, but it does well in explaining everything:

a shrug, and ]

Magic.

Riko Sakurauchi | Love Live! Sunshine!!

[oceanaria]

( B )

[ Who needs magic when the survival instinct can take over you while encountering a boar mother with her piglets? That's exactly what happens to Riko who, once taking a notice of the wild animals, finds an inner strength to climb one of the tallest trees in the vicinity. ]

E-Excuse me, are the boars gone?!

[ She's shouting from the above, making sure that any person passing by will hear her. Her intention isn't to scare anybody, but...well. ]

( C )

[ On her way to the base, Riko stumbles upon a small but picturesque waterfall. She's never been too much of an explorer, but the sight is so stunning that she can't help coming closer. Maybe a bit too close, given the fact that once she hears rustling in the bushes behind her back, she loses her balance and falls right into the water stream...well done. ]

Eeeeeeek! Who's here?!

[ Let's be real, her squeal most likely can be heard even from the base. ]

( D )

[ There are so many people, most of them seem to be quite friendly too, and yet...she just can't bring herself to approach anybody and possibly flood them with questions about this place. ]

It's impossible for me. I can't do it. No, I have to do it. I will do it! I just have to say hello and introduce myself and then I can start with asking questions. Yes, that sounds acceptable. Maybe someone knows when the ferry is coming and how far this island is from Numazu...

[ Riko, if you only knew that your inner struggles are being broadcast to the whole telepathy network. ]

( E )

[ The tracksuit she's obtained might be a bit too loose, but otherwise, it's looking great. As for the other items, however...

The first one is a toy bow and arrow set. To be quite honest, she's glad it's just a toy and not the real thing—what if someone wanted her to make an use of it and go hunting? Not happening, not even in a million years. As for the second item, it's a colored pencil set. If she's lucky enough, the third might be a sketchbook...!

But it's a...head massager. Not even close. ]

Isn't this a bit too random...? What is this anyway?

( wildcard )

[ Feel free to do another prompt or something else entirely just hit me up! Also, if you'd like to plot something beforehand PM this journal or PP me at koohii! ]

b

[compendiem]

[ There aren't any boars that he can see or hear from where he'd been making the trek through the forest, but part of him suspects that Riko's shouting is doing a good job at scaring them away; better than drawing them closer, anyways. Minato doesn't speak until he's near enough Riko's tree to see her hanging onto the trunk, staring up at her and marveling somewhat at her efforts in escaping the boars. That effort will continue to be tested. ]

No. The forest is their home; they'll always be around.

[ Guess you'll have to stay up there forever? Sorry Riko. ]

Qilby | Wakfu

[zinit]

a2 the first.
[This is the third time Qilby has woken up in an unfamiliar forest in the past three days. Perhaps it shouldn't be as much of a shock, but when one has been trapped in a prison of nothing for ten thousand years, everything new is a shock for the first few days. He doesn't think much of his dulled wakfu senses, thinking it more a function of his wonder - light, sound, life teeming all around him once again. On further inspection, this isn't where he fell asleep; this is somewhere new entirely.]

[If he's dreaming, he isn't sure if he wants to wake up now - to avoid the heartbreak when this sweet dream ends - or sink into its embrace forever.]

[It takes him a minute to realize the slight heaviness on his chest isn't misplaced sentiment. He takes fingers to the signet embedded at his chest, then to the skin that's grown itself around it. (It doesn't even feel like a new wound, although he knows it wasn't there when he fell asleep.) His eyes are taken again, though, by that expanse of rich, chirping forest before him.]

[The voice that rings out across the link is deep, with seemingly countless years behind it - but yet, there's childlike wonder in it, too. It's almost as though emotion is choking him up.] That sight! As stunning as it ever was. [WHAT DOES IT MEEEEAN]

a2 the second.
[His reverie is interrupted by the sound of pounding feet. Damn it - he knows better than to expect the wildlife on any new world to be benign. With its young behind it, Qilby knows that boar doesn't much like him standing in its territory. --And then it ducks its head, intent on charging. As if by reflex, Qilby throws out his only hand to his side, expecting a portal to spring forward from it.]

[Instead, he just looks like a moron; nothing happens. Like his limb has grown a life of its own, he looks at it with a raised eyebrow. It's at that moment when anyone in the vicinity might hear the soothing, wise voice from earlier. Now, it's accidentally letting out a clipped:] Fuck.

[For what he's lost, he has gained the power of invisibility, but he'd better figure that out pretty damned quickly. Otherwise, down one arm and his powers, he's in for a world of pain. (Amendment: as he hasn't even noticed the Eliacube's gone yet, he's in for both pain and rage.)]

e.
[Safety! He's still a little hurt about the loss of his powers, but surely there are myriad uses for invisibility. With the giant horned hat on his head, he knows he sticks out like a sore thumb, after all. The places he could sneak, the things he could see, without a prying mortal soul to intrude--]

[Ahhh, but he's getting ahead of himself, and of the knapsack that's thrust into his arms. Time to find a place to sit and unpack all of this, he supposes.]

[He unpacks the shrimp, then puts them back in their bag; he doesn't want them to spoil in the afternoon sun. Next come the robes, which hang loose on his frame - but to be fair, most things would. In succession, he pulls out a glass jar of (what seems to be) hair mousse, a first-aid kit, and a vaguely phallic glass statue.]

[With these all laid out in front of him, he says dryly:] Well, one out of three isn't bad.

g.
[Well, no bath for Qilby, as it comes out of the tap green with algae. :(]

[In lieu of washing his hair, he's examining the pond scum like a completely normal person. It's humid in the bathhouse, and his heavy robes don't make it any easier, but he stays doggedly attached to his spot, muttering about invasive species and 'competition for resources' and 'an unhealthy ecosystem.' Maybe he'll come up with a solution someday. If you've come to actually bathe, or to get some 'alone time,' sorry??]

g... sup

[fastpaced]

Now that's just nasty.

[ sonic hates water anyway, but he's definitely not jumping in this stank-ass bath. He's posed with his hands on his hips, leaning over from a little bit behind Qilby to stare at the scummy sludge and whistling. ]

They're not expecting us to take a bath in there, right?

Noctis Lucis Caelum | Final Fantasy XV

[armigers]

b. i'd hate to boar you with the details but-

[ It had already been harrowing enough finding out that his powers and weapons were no longer working in this place, and now, he has a whole group of boars staring him down angrily for making the horrible mistake of walking in the wrong direction. To make matters worse, he still hasn't found any of his friends, so Noctis is feeling just a little outnumbered as the boars grunt and try to ram into him.

Only sheer reflex saves him as he narrowly rolls out of the way in time. On any other day, he would have turned them all into dinner, but no powers and just his ultima blade in hand means he's probably not going to walk out of this with his internal organs in tact. It would be really nice if someone could at least play decoy, so maybe he'd have a shot at slicing them up. Or running away. ]

Nice... pigs? Easy there... Wouldn't you rather have some fresh grass over there?

[ He points in a futile attempt to get them to go away, one that only inspires one of them to try and ram into him again. He manages to escape a second time and resorts to running as fast as he can before crashing into a passerby and stumbling back with a garbled curse. ]

Sorry, didn't see you there.

e. fruit of the sea

[ After barely surviving being skewered to death by boars, he's hardly in any condition to walk given his level of exhaustion. There are a few scrapes and bruises on him, but he's mostly relieved when he spots the caravan. His hand grabs one of the knapsacks they're handing out without thinking before he pauses as the smell hits him. The heat somehow intensifies the acridness of it, scrunching his nose up before investigating.

The knapsack reveals itself to have an overwhelming amount of shrimp inside of it crammed tightly with some clothes and a tooth brush. Who would even cram in shrimp like that? ]

Now everything's going to smell like shrimp...

[ Words he mumbles more to himself before looking around and asking- ]

Is there anything else to eat here?

[ While the shrimp is a nice touch, there's no way in hell he's putting that in his mouth. He doesn't know where it's been or where it's came from. ]

g. liquid plumr can't save us now

[ Caked in a dried up layer of dirt, mud, and who knows what else, Noctis is finally relieved when he reaches the rumored bathhouse. He wants nothing more than to throw himself inside and enjoy a good, long soak. That is, until he sees the water and watches the globs of sewage as they idly float across the surface.

That's enough to make him recoil a bit with a look of disgust, wondering if this is all just a bad, never-ending nightmare. Or perhaps, he somehow wandered into a toilet rather than the actual baths. Yeah, probably neither of those things are true, so he tries his luck with the showers, making a face when the only thing that comes out is- you guessed it! More sewage. ]

Ugh, you've got to be kidding me.

[ It's even getting on his boots as he scrambles back and tries to wipe them furiously on the grass. ]

Okay, so no baths for a while. Any other bad news?

x. wildcard

Hit me up with anything else or poke me at sakichi.

Prompto Argentum | Final Fantasy XV | g

[argenteums]

[ Yeah, there's bad news alright. He's ready to cry here, especially with the absolute grossness he's experiencing!! He's not as bad of a mess after all that suffering, but it's enough to make the fashion-conscious companion crankier than he would otherwise be.

So much for being a mood-maker. ]

Yeah, your hair looks like it's seen better days.

[ It's going flat, Noct. He looks so forlorn. ]

Why is this happening? Is it because we complained about camping to Gladio? This is his doing, isn't it?

Yuna Yuki | Yuki Yuna is a Hero

[cherrypuncher]

b.
[so. hey. sometimes boars happen. sometimes lots of things happen! sometimes magic powers happen at the same time as complete foolhardy recklessness happens while boars are also happening.

anyway long story short all five-foot-nothing of one Yuna Yuki is now standing around in the middle of the woods holding an entire boar up over her head.

she's yelling. the boar is thrashing. Yuna has to keep stumbling back and forth to retain her balance. if she sees anyone she just sort of wails desperately at them.]

I-I don't have anywhere to put it doooooowwwn!

[super strength or super buff middle schooler? you decide]


e.
Excuse me! Excuse me!

[Hope you weren't expecting to the chance to chill because if you don't look like you're up to much, you're about to get accosted by an entirely too eager fourteen-year-old gesticulating dramatically with her knapsack.]

I've got something to show you! It's amazing! It's stupendous! It's spectacular! It's—

[And with a stunning flourish, she reaches into her bag and pulls out a...stuffed octopus doll...? It's, like, the size of her head.]

—the amazing Mister Tentacles!

[She's keeping up the dramatics the entire time that she goes, rapid-fire delight,] You can tell him a bedtime story! He can scare away monsters! You can wear him as a hat! [puts the octopus on her head, and immediately takes it off to start tying the tentacles around her neck as she continues,] You can wear him as a scarf! He's so talented!

[she's so excited about this stupid octopus what the hell]

And guess what! As a symbol of friendship and unity in this new place, I want to offer the amazing Mister Tentacles to you in exchange for the low, low price of—

[ppppppause]

—did you get anything cool, too? ["too" yuna the octopus isn't cool... she starts rifling through her knapsack, humming a little.] I got some other stuff, too, if you wanna trade for something, but I can't use most of it...


f.
[Yuna's good at this kind of helpful busywork even on days where she's just a regular middle school student, but she's had freakish superhuman strength for, like, four hours now and she is way excited to get some use out of it. Mmmmaybe too excited? There are so many supply crates in her arms right now and she...can't see past them...... The few on top of the stack are looking a little precarious right now..? Oh god.]

E-excuse me? [piping up from behind the PILE O' SUPPLIES, you can't even see her face there's just this tiny voice] Can you help show me which way to go?

[one of those supply crates is bound to go tumbling soon, please maybe do something about that or at the very least don't get hit by it]


i.
[HIT ME WITH WHATEVER]

e.

[actionmycology]

[After the thing with the boars (and the realization that she's got magic powers now) Foley was very much looking for a chance to relax. She didn't really need a sales pitch right now.

That being said, of all the interruptions she could have gotten, at least it's kind of cute. And also not another angry boar - that much is a veritable godsend.]

...I'm not gonna take your stuffed animal from you kid.

[She's not heartless, goodness. Also she's an adult with no foreseeable use for an octopus doll.]

I didn't get a lot. A microscope, a laptop with no charging cable, and a humidity tent. [All of which would be extremely helpful if she were looking to set up a laboratory. Less so when she's camping out like this.] Do you need, like, food or something?

yamato hotsuin ☆ devil survivor 2

[meritedly]

A2.

[ a man of very few words, and a man that demands a lot of answers (preferably neatly tallied in a bulleted report), it's not surprise that when he does manage to use the newfangled telepathy, it's a simple and curt question. it's very fitting, to be honest: ]

What is this nonsense?

E

[ yamato is staring at the provisions as if they're things he's never seen before. to be fair, a few of them are a bit out of this league. toothbrush, sure? shrimp? he's seen these in the fancy meals his chefs made for him. clothes aren't befitting of someone like him that he'll discard for now (but probably pick back up later, just in case) and ... weird. is this a ... gaming device? is that what hibiki had called it once? he eyes it with suspicion and holds it up. ]


...Tch. How useless. [ it's said in a murmur, loud enough for anyone nearby to hear, but to no one in particular. ]

H

[ shelter is a necessity. that much he knows about this otherwise befuddling and vexing situation. shelter is something humans need to survive and along with food, that's his top priority. fiddling with his now useless phone and the odd device implanted near his neck will have to wait until he's met all of his basic needs.

the huts aren't labeled correctly. not really, given that coven members seem to come and go quickly here. so apologies if one intimidating looking young man opens the door to your hut, wearing a soaking-wet trench coat. and instead of apologizing for intruding, he just stares at you coldly, unblinking, hand on the door. ]

Occupied. I see. [ it's said without a lick of emotion, eyes unmoving and then - ] Perhaps this is for the best. You can answer a few of my questions. [ it doesn't sound all that friendly.... sorry. ]

h

[rebells]

[There isn't much in this hut: just the cot, stool, and shelf, and a couple of crates, one with a folded set of plainclothes on top. Tacked up on the wall are two pieces of paper. One appears to be a rough draft of an island map, with arrows going from base camp to the forest, nearest water source, and boar grounds, as well as some other areas. The other has the beginnings of a list with things like "Map the island. Sources of food and water, boundaries," and "Patterns in powers, worlds of origin?" written on it.

Its inhabitant is sitting on the ground writing in a notebook. He looks up at the sound of the door opening, and his mouth quirks into a smile.]

Well, certainly. What questions did you have?

Yuri Lowell | Tales of Vesperia

[fangstrike]

A.

[ He's grown accustomed to travel.

And not understanding entirely what's happening around him. He's a smart guy, he's got wit, but he has his limits with how much he can take in all at once.

This? This is in the upper limits. He already feels lousy and now he's lost. Great. Might as well make the best of it... scout out the others. They were all together. Can't have gone far, right?

While not as important as the whereabouts of his guild, the lack of a weight on his wrist... Goddamn it. He looks over the pale strip of skin that's failed to soak up any sun since he inherited his bodhi blastia. Stolen, huh? Just why do people keep feeling the need to swipe blastia around him, anyway? He can't admit it... what that damn thing means to him... he feels his mood darken a little as he rubs his wrist and decides, in an easy way, to put the thief on his shitlist. No one could blame him for doling out some punishment for the crime against him. He took enough punches for doing his share of crimes, so others should expect to do the same, he thinks. }


Bastard...

Time to start walking. His shoulders roll and he feels a weird weight against his chest, like he's got a stone or twig stuck to his chest. Maybe... blood? He reaches to his chest and starts fussing with it as he ambles on, trying to pick and pull it off, not realizing that it's embedded. He's too focused on figuring out his surroundings. ]

They were right. I was right. I'm cursed. No doubt about it.

E.

[ Provisions are more than he expects here. He's not keen on the idea of any of this. He doesn't like taking handouts as it is. Receiving them from people that had upheaved him and taken him from those that need him most? His mouth tastes sour from the thought.

All the bothers to retrieve from the knapsack is the toothbrush for the sake of it. He's got his sword, the clothes on his back and a pocket full of gels. That's all he needs for now. If he earns something later, fine, but for the sake of his own principles, he decides to hand the rest over to another new arrival.

He's easy about it, offering an exasperated smile as holds it out with one hand to the lucky person who's close enough to get the offer. ]

Eh, nothing I really want, anyway. Here. You take it.

I.WILDCARD

[ Hit me up on PM if you want something specific! He's good at cooking, and teasing and... making a nuisance of himself. ]

E.

[actionmycology]

[Elizabeth Foley, on the other hand, has no such principles. If this dude wants to give away his bag full of free shrimp, she's not going to turn it down.]

Really? Thanks dude!

[She accepts it before he changes his mind about things.]

Do you want something in return? I've got a bunch of edible mushrooms, if you want some.

akemi homura ↻ puella magi madoka magica

[antemeridian]

B
[ Her ribbons are gone. (What? No. No, she can't have lost them, they were Madoka's, she'd just been wearing them-) She doesn't have a headband on hand. This is- a little inconvenient when your hair is the way it is if there's a good wind. Or a bad one, depending on how you look at it. Especially if you need to be active.

Active, like getting out of the way of angry boars, maybe? Which is also a fine time to realize that while she's not getting winded as easily as she had before healing her heart, she also isn't capable of the same physical feats she'd gotten used to be able to do as a magical girl.

Which is to say, aggressive boars can very easily chase and catch up when you're ostensibly a regular human now and incapable of just leaping far away or outrunning them, even while sprinting at full bore. Why are wild boars so fast. Who allowed this.

Homura turns back to glance at the one behind her, its hoofbeats getting louder as it chases her and— that's close it's too close away get away get out of the way no stop move let it be somewhere else

... she blinks her eyes back open from when she'd reflexively tried to brace herself for impact a second or two later, but the boar isn't there anymore— just violet lines in the air a few feet in front of her drawing out connected, concentric patterns in diamond shape, spanning a few feet's width as if to form a barrier.

The sound of continued hoofbeats and furious snorting from a little ways behind and off to her side, however, draw her attention back over to where a matching set of patterns traced in the air are fading away, the boar apparently redirected...

right onto a collision course with someone else a little farther away instead. ]

Look out—!

E.1
[ It's... interesting, feeling this tired again without being able to shut the sensation away. The bonfire is nice, and the presence of other people... probably means answers for some things, at least. So Homura accepts the provisions quietly with some degree of both skepticism and a pragmatic sort of acceptance. There's a relatively plain collared black dress in there; not particularly practical in this environment, but it looks like it'll fit her at least.

The other items she sorts through with some hesitation. Two of the things, a hairbrush and pen, are probably worth keeping. The last, on the other hand?

She carefully pulls out a sword with a curved blade, something like a European saber or cutlass, before setting it to her side with a mild frown. Something to defend herself would be nice, but this is... ]

I don't suppose anyone else would be able to make better use of this?

E.2
...Would anyone here care to have more of the shrimp, or have a method of preserving them for later?

I do not believe I will be able to finish my portion in a timely manner. I would rather it not go to waste.

[ If she still had her shield maybe this wouldn't be a problem, but that was a power she'd lost even before coming here. And it sure is a lot of shrimp for one fourteen year old girl used to both dietary restrictions and being able to run on less fuel than regular people. ]

I
[ Wildcard! Throw me something and I'll go with it! ]

e1

[meritedly]

[ that looks useful. while he's not exactly used to using such weapons, he's at least been trained in the art of them. so to speak. considering his phone isn't working, this may be the closest thing he gets to defense, so. ]

Hand it here. [ it's said impassively, expression cool and eyes slightly narrowed. he's fairly close to homura, his arm outstretched. ]

Yona | Akatsuki no Yona

[dawninglight]

B. Bothersome Boars
[Boars aren't new. Angry boars aren't even new. But the forest is new, bewilderingly so, and it doesn't take her long to realize that she isn't where she was before. The last thing she wants to do is agitate a mother boar further and make a bad situation worse. Rather than shooting the boar or the babies she decides to wait them out, which is why she can be spotted sitting high up in a tree looking a little bored. She perks up when she hears the crunch of leaves from below, though.]

—Don't come over here! They'll get bored and leave eventually, just wait.

E. Eclectic Equipment
[After a day of walking the cooked shrimp and clean set of clothes are a welcome sight and she digs into the food without hesitation as she goes through her bag. But a small frown appears on her face as she proceeds to pull out a camera, a smores maker, and a flashlight. It takes her all of a minute to decide that she doesn't need them and flags down the first person that she sees.]

Excuse me, would you mind trading with me? I won't use any of this.

WILDCARD
[Feel free to hit me up with anything!]

b

[rootandbranch]

[the (impressively loud) crunch of leaves below her stops. it's a little hard to see through the leaves to the ground from Yona's vantage point, but it looks darker down there suddenly. maybe it's getting late? the shadows seem so much deeper...]

Do we want them to? Didn't you come out this way to hunt?

[the stranger's voice is puzzled! why else would someone be here?]

Gaelio Bauduin (Vidar) - Mobile Suit Gundam: Iron-Blooded Orphans

[reckoner]

A1.5.

[ Generally, one does not expect to last stand aboard the lead ship in the Arianrhod fleet in one moment, and next open eyes onto a blue sky, inhaling forest. For that matter, one does not expect to wake without remembering choosing to rest. Vidar, newly and once more Gaelio Bauduin, certainly expected neither.

That preoccupies as he sits up, white gloved hands on white booted knees, and peers up, around. The trees too sparse and thin for a canopy of leaves overhead, yet the sun dapples. With the shocking scent of green and soil, mulch and the sun's warming, the dirt and dead leaves beneath his legs, and the startling sight of all this in contrast so the astringent ship, the cold metal of space, Gaelio believes he is dreaming. Then, necessarily: he braces for the nightmare.

One minute, and another, but no blood, no long familiar voice gone cold and brutal, no searing agony, no last words. While waiting, he comes to notice the addition set into his collarbone. Yanking open his collar and the flap of his coat, he tries to inspect the signet, and does yank at it, curious.

In this moment of his loosened collar and half-open coat, enough of the back of his neck too, is exposed. The odd, ugly protrusions at the base of his neck, where spine's nubs begin. With the signet, it looks almost as though a piercing slants clear through his neck.

Ein, he thinks, unaware that he projects it after the vibration, is this your dream?

Gaelio cannot remember knowing such a forest. But, there cannot have been on Mars. Then what...? ]


B.

[ After the boarlet snuffled through a bush, others followed, one of such girth and fury that it could only be the mother. Gaelio, closer to seven than six feet of bewildered rigidity, reacts too slowly, his reflexes better honed for handling a gundam's controls. Throwing himself only just in time to the side as the beast charges past does make this feel more real, which presented an intimidating set of problems.

Most of which would need to wait for the most pressing: how to survive a wild boar.

Without time to cast about for a makeshift weapon, he crawls, scrambling -- but the trees are all too thin to climb, the branches wouldn't bear even his firm grip. If only he could hide. Trees too thin for that, too, and now it's got his scent, nostrils flaring, eyes fixed, this beast with which he has no quarrel.

If it is a dream, then let it pass him by, this beast with which he has no quarrel. And then... it does. Confusion and rage without focus muddle it, and the creature circles, sniffing, protesting. Eventually, giving it up, and clambering away.

Of course, unused to having the power to craft illusions, Gaelio's entirely unaware that to the boar, he had disappeared completely.

Which, really, makes it again more likely to be-- ]

What a strange dream.

[ Murmured as he straightens, gazing into the last rustling of the underbrush. ]

E.

[ Not a dream. So they claimed.

He might cut a strange figure, sitting far from the bonfire, the items of his knapsack laid out in front of him: too small clothes, shrimp, a toothbrush, a hand axe, a deck of cards, and a small rubber handball. Though his height is less pronounced from his seat, the unevenly chopped violet hair or jagged scar across half his face might be notable. Or not, in such a place.

Ignoring the object, he reads again over the letter. Already having questioned the woman called Genette at some length, he wrestles with the enormity of it, and the enormous impossibility. A witch, magic, other worlds, tasks to complete until he could return. When, finally, he had stood before that man, and finally, he felt unwavering conviction for what must be done. And Ein, was Ein still with him? He must be, he can feel him, can't he, or can't he, or...

Frustrating. A muscle in his jaw tight, tighter.

Illusions, huh. He thinks of fire. He thinks of the paper smoking. He thinks of heat, burning through the fabric of his gloves. And the paper bursts. Startled, he drops it, watching it flutter and curl and blacken to the ground --

blink, look again.

Unmarked, but for the explanation already inscribed. Unburnt.

It doesn't make him feel anything but insane. Strange, then, that he smiles faintly at the paper, eyes empty of the sentiment. Gaelio reaches for the bag of shrimp, plucks one, and takes a bite while eying the handball.

Swallowing, then mildly, a question, ]

Do you think the boars play fetch?

H.

[ this is just to prove i can write a short opener ok oh my god Never mind the name inscribed on the door, somehow for the sake of his standing in your, yes your beach house, he missed it. So, he stands. The ceiling less than a foot above his head. Having had to stoop considerably to even get inside.

Yet, his expression's stolid, without hint of misgiving. Not even as he looks at a cot which is clearly way too small for him to lie fully straight. Turning to the shelf, he picks up your macguffin, just beginning to reflect on whether or not this house was, in fact, unclaimed, when the door opens. Should probably say hello.

Does not say hello. ]

I.

[ Wild thing?! make my heart sing!!! ]

B.

[armigers]

[ If this guy is dreaming, then so is Noctis as he watches the exchange with the boar and also wonders why it had given up its pursuit. How come the boars that had been chasing after him earlier hadn't done the same? Did this guy possess the same boar-whisperer magic as that lady he'd run into? Is that going to be a recurring theme with everyone he comes across here? Suddenly, Noctis will be left as the only one who apparently has all the bad luck with the local wildlife -which isn't that much different from his state of affairs back home. He can't even remember the last time he'd run into something into the outbacks of Leide or Duscae that hadn't been intent on devouring him or at least trying to aggressively ram its horns into him in panic and terror.

Rather than standing there shell-shocked and being caught staring dumbly at the guy, he finally deigns to speak and make his presence known- ]

Already tried the whole pinching thing. Didn't work.

[ Besides, they both can't be having the same messed up dream at once, no matter how much he'd like to trick himself into thinking that's possible. ]

You new here, too?

[ He figures that's as good as any place to start, not really sure how to deal with being a part of a mass kidnapping, aside from not participating in one to begin with. Life has never been that generous with him, so his next recourse is to find his way out of here fast and free the other kidnapped people, too. ]

Shirley Fennes | Tales of Legendia

[hearsthesea]

C - coastline
[Can't hear Nerifes, not in the palace. Maurits and Walter are nowhere to be seen. Nothing in Shirley's life is even remotely as it should be right now, and it's unsettling enough to make her feel vaguely ill.

Shirley stumbles around in a panic and eventually ends up finding the coast of wherever she is now. It would almost be a relief if this too didn't feel grossly wrong, with no sense of Nerifes' presence in the sea and the chunk of ocean breaking off into sudden space. What happened to this place? It feels like something came through and tore it up somehow, like--well. Shirley may be scared and disoriented, but she still remembers what her duty is supposed to be.]

I didn't do...did I?

[Praying that her fears aren't true, Shirley edges closer towards the shoreline and then wades into the sea, looking for any clues as to what's happened. She's more afraid of the potential implications than of the fact that she's within yards of where the sea cuts off, but anyone else who happens to be in the area might not see it that way.]

E - inventory
[Things are starting to clear up a little, but that doesn't mean Shirley feels any happier for it. She's subdued as she receives her provisions, near-silent except for a small thank you, and as soon as she's able she seeks out a quiet place to check the contents of her knapsack. It's not actually isolated at all, just a convenient log located a moderate distance from the bonfire that happens to be unoccupied, but nobody's there and Shirley figures nobody will pay attention to her. She's...well, probably nobody cares if she's the Merines here. Shirley's not sure how she feels about that thought.

A bag of shrimp, a toothbrush, a set of clothes. (Yellow doesn't look great with her hair, but beggars can't be choosers.) Underneath that: a hairbrush, a wooden mallet, and...something long and metal? Multiple somethings?

She pulls the last item out to reveal a set of wind chimes, at which point the wind decides to make its contribution by kicking up so that the chimes start tinkling together rather loudly. Shirley drops it back into the bag, startled, but even that makes too much noise as the pipes clang together on impact.

So much for not attracting attention. She calls out sheepishly to anyone she might have disturbed in the area.]

I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do that!

H - your house
[Knock-knock. Who's there, you ask? It's a tiny girl testing the waters. If you open the door, you'll find her jumping back to make space.]

Um, hello! I was just seeing if anyone was here. I guess I picked the wrong place.

e-ish (also !!!!! hi!)

[rebells]

[Jay is near the caravan, helping settle in the newbies and possibly bothering them with surveys, when he hears the familiar voice, and he freezes.

It can't be. But as he slowly turns around to face her, it's clear that it is--even if he didn't know her face and voice quite well by now, the Merines dress is as unmistakable as it is confusing. Has time been passing, back home? Did Senel and the others come for her, and did they succeed in rescuing her? He can't think of any reason she would still be in that, if she was in Solon's hands.

Either way--if she's here, she's safe. Solon can't get to her.

He hasn't talked to any of the coven members who've had friends arrive from different points in time, and has no way of making that particular leap. So he's fully expecting some sort of reckoning when he gets her attention. (He deserves one. There's no arguing with that.) But there's no realistic way for him to hide from her; he's just too visible in the coven. So . . . this would have to happen sooner or later.

Still, his voice is shaking slightly when he says--]

Shirley. I. [He opens his mouth, but no sound comes out. He tries again.] Shirley, it's me.

Nicolas Brown | Gangsta

[batteredog]

B. Wild Boar

[ The katana the boy always carries with him makes quick work of the boars and by the time anyone stumbles into him he's already started a fire to cook his latest catch. Looking at his skinny composure and aptly displayed bones protruding out from his skin no one would really begrudge him the meal. ]


E. Silent Trades

[ Nicolas is fine with his provisions, in fact, he's surprised he got anything at all. Not everything fits him or seems all that useful but he can make anything work. However, if anyone comes by and asks him to trade he'll take it as an order and outright hand his provisions over without a word. If you try to get him to stop, he'll just stare wondering why you're not taking them. ]


F. Labor Intensive

[ He's used to grunt labor so he'll move everything inside without complaint. If your character happens to take a rest, he'll just pick up their load and take it in for them without a word. ]


I. Wildcard

[ ooc; make up your own scenario! Also, Nicolas is deaf, so yeah. ]

jade harley | homestuck

[witchhooded]

a: ominous anthropomorphic squid intensifies

[ you're having a wonderful day. probably. it's not exactly calm, but but there's a certain sense of... peace, really. hopefully you enjoy it, because at some point during the day, your head's full of music. telepathically, you hear the low hum of something. it gets stronger and stronger, bit by bit, until it sounds a little like someone's considering a bass cover of the song.

what i'm saying is jade's broadcasting the squiddles themesong to anyone unfortunate enough to listen after finding a signet. sorry. ]

b: i bless the rains down in africaaaaaa (joint with knighthooded)

[ it's a very nice, peaceful little scene. the waterfall flows easily, calmly - naturally, like it's meant to. nature is beautiful. there's not a single boar in sight. it's like a little slice of heaven, something ripped out of a painting with the flora and butterflies abound--

a scream.

someone's screaming and there's two bodies topping over the waterfall, one holding tight onto the other. it looks like one of them tries to grab hold of a rock sticking out of the fall, but to no avail - they smack into the water. they might bruise later.

... bubbles come up to the surface.

... nothing happens.

a hand sticks out then, black fabric clinging to the arm that breaks the water's surface and then a head follows. black hair stuck to her, jade shouts: ]

Dave, you are holding onto me so hard -- I can't kick like this!

[ moments later, a blonde boy's head bobs up from under the water, hoisted up by jade, who looks like she's really not enjoying the push of the current and carrying dave's weight. ]

Shit, are we supposed to start kicking?!

[ ...they're not going to survive at this rate, maybe a little help would benefit them. ]

c: obligatory introspective option?

[ jade doesn't stick long with the group, opting to look at the beach houses after a while. it's mostly that she's not much in the mood to be around large groups of people, or socialize heavily. after spending so long alone, and then only interacting with people through her dreams and then three years on a ship and... it all gets a bit overwhelming, thinking about how her socialization has consistently been "weird, but maybe adequate." she doesn't dwell on it. instead, she figures out that exploration is probably good, and probably good enough to keep her and her thoughts to a bare minimum as she adapts to the new situation.

eventually, she comes to the houses. people have already picked out houses for themselves so jade avoids their little huts, picking something that looks a little more abandoned. kind of more homely to her - the mansion was way too big to keep up by herself, so something that feels big, and old and like it's been there for so long that someone just stopped keeping up with it feels... almost right? it's hard to explain.

there's abandoned things on the floor, items left behind like a tornado went through the little hut. jade picks them up as she goes, tidying up the mess. she settles a set of kitchenware on a corner table with a dead plant left on it. she'll change that when she... feels up to it.

she's prepared for all this. none of it surprises her. clothes, knickknacks, forgotten pieces of paper she can't quite read. she can make sense of it.

...there's something left behind she isn't prepared for.

hopefully you're not walking by the house because something is tossed out of it. it's floppy and clearly not actually, like, being used, you know, so mostly it just flops sadly where it may land. your face, the ground, a random boar. who knows. it slaps into some surface, and simultaneously, a young girl's voice rings out. ]

Absolutely not! I am not at all interested in things like that and never will be!

[ huh. investigate? or maybe don the....questionable item? or maybe none of the above? ]

c

[splinten]

Cool, I'll take it.

[AND HE FUCKING DOES. HE FUCKING TAKES THAT HELLISH, MONSTROUS OBJECT AS IF IT WERE HIS BIRTHRIGHT.]

dave strider | homestuck

[knighthooded]

one.

[wandering through the forest is boring. not really what he wants to be doing, but here he is, trudging along. bright red is easily spotted through the trees, and it isn't long before he stops, contemplating what he's come across. there's a door in the ground, one that if he crouches and taps on it, sounds like wood.

most people don't go after weird doors in the ground without any idea of where they'll end up. most people don't open suspicious wood doors and squint to see inside while wearing shades. most people don't mutter "Alright." to themselves and then jump in the hole.

Dave is not most people.]

two.

What?

[the exclamation is soft, disbelieving as Dave digs through the knapsack of provisions and takes out...a bundle of a black, glittery extension cord. previously, the shrimp had been appreciated. clothes were also appreciated, including the best shirt he could have found. it's useful, except for the extension cord when there was nothing to extend the electricity of the cord to and unlikely to be one in the near future. it baffles him. but hey, it's useful in one way.

turning to the nearest person, his voice is completely deadpan.]

Trade you this.

three.

[there's a hell of a lot of voices in his head - people chattering away, and nothing's making it stop. he could pull a Vantas and yell that everyone shut up, but that doesn't sound like it'll do much. but it's bothersome in a way that the chats never were, because he can't go and look away and turn it off.

but focus helps. focus narrows everything down to a point. focus means that in his head he's thinking about something like a beat, putting it together in his head. repetitive, careful, him tweaking it until it's right and then beginning to mix and play with different sections. it keeps him calm, it makes the voices lessen. what he doesn't consider is that just as he could hear them, everyone else could hear him too.]

four.

[wildcard option.]

three

[splinten]

[Huh, someone's broadcasting a rhythm. Dirk immediately latches onto it. It's a familiar kind of rhythm, the sort he might listen to at home. The mixing feels right too, natural. So there's really only one thing to do.

Drop some sweet rhymes. Telepathically, of course.]

Voices,
Telepathic words, makin' our choices.
Callin' to the herd, quiet rejoices,
Movin' little bird, now we toys is.

Rhythm,
Changin' our thoughts with 'em,
We shift the logarithm,
As if we sippin' zythum.

Flow,
Don't let yourself go,
Find your own say-so
Can't say 'yes' without 'no.'

Song,
Help us come along,
Division bell's a gong,
Is it right or wrong?

Voices, rhythm, flow, song.
Choices, with 'em, go, wrong.

rose lalonde | homestuck

[knitpick]

a. altar of the glasscocks
[Rose makes for a striking figure in all the forest's greenery, pale and blonde and wearing a rather onoxiously orange tunic. It kinda stands out. It also clashes something awful with her black lipstick and heavy eyeliner, but a goth heart beats within her, and it will not be quenched by the contrastingly sunshiney brightness of her godtier garb.

She has no idea where she is -- a bit unsettling, when knowing shit had kinda become her Thing. But she can manage. The more aggressive wildlife aside, the forest seems peaceful enough, and wandering seems as good a plan as any to start. Surely she'll find some sign of other people eventually, right?

Well, the shrine she comes across is certainly man-made. Almost certainly, anyway. She can't say for sure that small glass dicks aren't a naturally occurring phenomena here, wherever "here" is, but it seems unlikely. And any clue that might lead her towards civilization is a potentially useful one, so she crouches before the menagerie of glass cocks surrounding the central phallic slab, seemingly unphased but for an arched eyebrow as she examines them.]

Amazing.

[And tragic. So tragic. Why is she alone when coming across something like this? An experience like this should be shared.]


b. > rose: ride
[The boar were bound to be a problem eventually. Although "problem" is prpbably too strong a word for the situation. "Minor inconvenience", maybe.

Because Rose does happen to have her endgame needles with her, the Quills of Echidna. And they might not be working as wands at the moment for some reason, but she was using needles as stabbing implements long before she was using them for magic.

One might be drawn to the sound of thundering hooves and angry boar-noises, but worry not. The aggressive snorts suddenly turn to pained squealing, as a boar comes rushing through the trees with a teenage girl perched on its back, digging her ballet flat-clad heels in for support while clinging to a pair of white needles she has rammed into the flesh of its neck.

See? Minor inconvenience.]


c. wildcard
((ooc: throw something entirely different at me! hit me up at tinybro if you wanna discuss something first.))

a

[splinten]

[Dirk wants to say 'haha, shit.' He wants to find a stupid joke about glass dicks. He wants to really embrace the absurdity of it. A dick that is hard and yet fragile—isn't that worthy of analysis?

Sadly, seeing Rose changes all this. The whole Ensemble is impossible to mix. Dirk sort of... freezes near a tree.




Look, shit was awkward the last time there were betas here. He's very uncomfortable.]

Agreed.

[Witty. Smart. Well-phrased. Genius.]

luxanna crownguard | league of legends

[crownguards]

A2. aka, "dude, where's my staff??"

[ while waking up in a forest wasn't exactly what she had in mind for her afternoon, that isn't what freaks her out. no, no - what sets her off is when she reaches for her staff, only to grasp at empty air.

she's spent at least half an hour searching at this point, leaving no rock or tree stump un-turned. greaaat. perfect. not only is she lost, but also practically defenseless! nice one, lux. ]

Ohmygoditsgone - WHERE is it?! where am I? Is this some kind of joke? Or..or a test!

[ yeah, no. if anyone wants to address the new chick who's currently clutching at her signet and mentally screaming on all frequencies that'd be great.

or, alternatively, join her in her futile hunt!]


B.

[ today is just not her day. as it turns out, momma boars don't take kindly to strangers! further more, they especially don't take kindly to strangers that attempt to pet their kids, a lesson that our dear lux was now learning the hard way -...yes, she's running from an over sized pig, what's it to 'ya?]

I - [huff.] said I was sorry...!

[ anyone she meets along the way is either a) tugged along, or b) nearly trampled over in the blonde's desperate attempt to clear a path for the animal's wrath.] You do nooooot want to go that way - trust me!


I. wildcard! draw four! reverse!! skip! *ahem* sorry this isn't uno.

do something completely different!! if you wanna talk plot or whatever hit me up on my plurk: dailee

lux sweetie... [b]

[tagteams]

[Valor may not be around, but being a scout does have it's survival benefits. That and Quinn, coming from the rural woods of Demacia, has grand experience in hunting. She was just traveling through the woods before someone dashed by in a hurry.

Quinn doesn't check who exactly ran by, instead she's running towards the boar through her spot on the sidelines and jumping on it's back. It's thrashing, but she's got a good cling on it even when there is another woman wrestling with it. Rather than causing physical harm, Quinn is more acting like an anchor to make it lose energy.]

Quit it! Either calm down or leave her alone!

[Well, at least it's stopping from chasing Lux. After some thrashing, it did slow down enough while Quinn got a cling on it before stopping completely and whining a bit.

Coast is clear.]