( TDM #7 )

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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 Shehui.

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 ▢ Perhaps the signet in your chest isn't the most pressing matter right now. You notice that the building you're in (Chips!) is pretty large -- but even that isn't the most demanding thing capturing your interest right now. It's the video game you're in front of. Maybe it's Duck Hunt, or a zombie killing game that involves those huge red and blue guns. There are a variety of arcade games in Chips!, after all -- but are you Player 1 or Player 2? B ▢ After a strange incident a couple of days ago, the area around Anmung tower has been essentially dead. This may or may not be lucky for you -- since you're on the top of the observation deck, and all. If you're afraid of heights...oops. It's not that people aren't allowed to be up there, it's just that there aren't too many people. The view is still pretty good, though! C ▢ Let's say that you just want some answers and information about the strange signet you now have. You may find some success in asking around, but be warned: not everyone in Shehui will know what the fuck you're talking about. If you're lucky enough, you may eventually run into a coven member that will be able to explain. D ▢ Since your character didn't show up via any special means, they may not know that magic is a bit taboo in Shehui. If their new magic manifests, it might be a bit of an issue. Locals certainly won't like it, and they'll definitely attract the attention of more than a few monitors. The good news? This is also a pretty good way to snag the attention of a coven member who is here to help! E ▢ Let's get back to some fun stuff. Your character is enveloped in darkness for a brief moment, something clasped in their hand. Lights, camera, action -- the glowing screen that suddenly flashes on turns out to belong to a karaoke booth TV! You and and someone else have been locked in this booth for an hour -- at least there's a mini bar and some snacks! F ▢ For something not so fun, the snowfall has stopped in Shehui, except for those residences and businesses who want to keep paying for it. A lot aren't willing to cough up the credits, so it's safe to say the streets aren't. Everything is frosty and slippery, from melted snow to frozen water littering the sidewalks. Watch your step or you could hurt yourself...or bump into an unexceptional stranger! G ▢ Finally, you may have had the fortunate luck of ending up in the coven's apartment complex. There are names on the door to all apartments, if you want to go exploring. Whether you find the name of someone you recognize, or maybe you just want some shelter from the cold weather, knock knock...is anyone home? H ▢ Wildcard! How will your character react to this strange world?

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Astolfo ♦ Fate/Apocrypha

[unreasons]

E. I gotta sing

[ Astolfo isn't quite sure what's happening for a moment as the world, which was all darkness for a moment, suddenly blooms into bright light. He squints, then blinks as the screen comes into focus. There's a chipper, cheery pop into playing and words are just coming up on the screen. Oh! Karaoke! Astolfo can definitely handle this. Without even stopping to wonder what's happening or why, he launches into song, one arm slinging itself around his boothmate. Whoever that happens to be. ]

Making my way downtown, walking fast! ♪ Faces pass and I'm home bound~! ♫

[ He is definitely enthusiastic, even if he can't quite hit the right notes. Unless he's interrupted, he seems totally happy to finish the song before he starts asking question. ]

F. City sidewalks dressed in holiday style.

[ Brr. A little chilly, but... not enough to keep the sidewalks walkable. Sure, Astolfo is a Servant, a Paladin, a mighty warrior (well, a warrior at least) an has good balance on top of that. But all of that is useless when it comes to that most insidious of things, an icy sidewalk. As Astolfo wanders down the sidewalk taking in the various sights of Shehui he hits a particularly icy patch of sidewalk and hsi feet go right out from under him! He yelps, flailing as he goes tumbling right into whoever might be unfortunate enough to be sharing the walk with the hapless Servant. ]

Ack--! Ow! Owowowow...

[ The two of you are a pile of tangled limbs and bruises on the sidewlak. Don't be too angry with him, please? ]

H. Wildcard! Hit me something else.

ice gliding paladin

[fangstrike]

[ Yuri's not anymore used to ice, but he's got better grounding right now than Astolfo seems to... and he's accustomed to a fairly klutzy princess, so catching someone as petit as him comes second nature. But that doesn't mean he's got any more friction under his heels here, so down he goes with a sound thud and a groan of pain.

Damn, he's definitely seeing stars. ]

Wow, you sure go down hard, don't you?

E!

[sunderings]

[ Fact: Sion Astal, King of Roland Empire, hails from a time of horse-drawn carriages and oil-lit lamps. Never before has he glimpsed any manmade innovation so specialized (or, if one were to give more consideration to the thought, so mundane) that it would display lyric of song and melodic beat upon a brightly colored screen, bars and text scrawling in endless progression as the music swells, the booth soon filled with his companion's voice.

"Staring blankly ahead just making my way... ♪"

Altogether, the song is uplifting. His boothmate's singing is not without passion. And yet--...

When the music ends, Sion shifts (politely) away, his fingers curling delicately about his companion's wrist to see it gently removed from his person. ]

It is good, to see someone so carefree.

[ Where the King cannot be, not truly, not anymore. And somehow yet, though he'd been silent for the duration of his first (and hopefully last) karaoke experience, Sion's voice is disarmingly gentle and warm when he speaks: ]

Do not lose that, it is your strength.

Elize Lutus | Tales of Xillia

[pixiecircle]

[ C. ]

[You're going about your business as usual. Whatever it is you'll suddenly realize someone has followed you. There's a light tug on your sleeve, coattail or whatever other article of clothing you might be wearing.

Elize peers at you uncertainly, a strange doll clutched in her arms.]

U-Um... excuse me...

[ F. ]

[Elize has traveled in the snow plenty of times. She remembers how difficult it was at first but then how much easier it got after awhile. Also how Rowen or Jude would take her hand and help her across slippery terrain. Well neither Rowen or Jude are here with her as she carefully makes her way down the icy street. So she has to do this herself!

She seems to be managing fine, arms slightly outstretched to keep her balance as she crosses s particularly slippery patch of ice. Teepo is floating after her. For all her caution though the inevitable happens and her feet slip out from under her.

Down she goes and she yelps in surprise, sliding a ways along the ice only to crash into the person who had been walking in front of her. That person happens to be you and now you're both on the ice.]

[ H. ] Wildcard! Hit me with something else?!

C

[fangstrike]

[ Kids are kinda his forte in life, so he's immediately in Big Brother Mode when he catches the eyes of a much shorter girl. She's clutching a toy and has dangerously cute eyes that are absolutely something she's had to have weaponized against the guardians in her life. He puts on a kind smile and turns to face her. ]

Hey there. You lost?

F

[dividepain]

[ With avoiding the icy sidewalks being an impossible task, Laphicet figured out that it might be a better idea to try to slide carefully across the streets. He's been doing pretty well, but only because there weren't many people around to begin with. A few minutes after arriving on a much busier street, someone bumps into him. ]

Oh...?!

[ Thankfully, the impact isn't enough to make him lose his balance but it was close. ]

Are you okay?

!!! F

[talim]

[ jude doesn't notice who barreled into him right away, groaning in pain and rubbing his lower back with a wince. but when he looks over to apologize— he was in the way, after all— his eyes snap wide open. ]

Elize?!

[ it can't be... it can't be really her, right? but there's no mistaking those big, green eyes. and is that— yep, it is. there's no mistaking teepo, either. ]

Elize!

[ jude's entire face lights up, and he reaches his arms out to steady her before his expression changes into something more concerned. ]

Are you okay? Does anything hurt?

F

[outofplace]

[Well he wasn't prepared for that. Normally he'd pride himself on being able to avoid it but not this time. It happens a little too fast.]

Woah, there-- watch where you're...

[Alvin blinks several times, but the reality is the same. He knows this girl--]

Knocked over by a little girl... looks like I really am getting rusty.

[He chuckles and pulls himself to his feet only to hold his hand out to Elize with a grin. Seeing her here-- the way he remembers her, no less-- is a complicated mix of feelings. But he's had some time to get used to that being the case here. It doesn't look like she's hurt, but that's not always easy to tell.]

Hello there, little lady. Imagine my luck running into you here.

C.

[whitewishes]

[ Well, he was in a strange place he didn't recognize, but still, he couldn't refuse a child who seems to need his help. He'll stop and turn his head towards her with a bit of a smile. ]

Yes? Do you need help with anything?

C.

[mortuaria]

[ Nico feels a tug on the back of his tshirt and turns, ready to feel annoyed, but stops. She's young, and something in the way she holds herself reminds him of Hazel, before Hazel grew in power and confidence. Instead he gently tugs his shirt out of her grasp so he can turn around and crouch down to her level. ]

Hey. You okay?

Syenite | The Broken Earth

[orogeny]

[ooc: I'll be writing to avoid spoilers!]

[b: such great heights]

Evil Earth...

[Syenite almost feels like she will sway. She doesn't, she's a Fulcrum-trained orogene and she does not lose control (but you did, didn't you?) even if she can't sess a rusting thing. And that's the damn problem. Her hands keep rubbing at the back of her neck, just under her skull. She can't sess the earth. She knows it isn't because she's so high up, this is nothing, and Hell, she can't even sess a damn obelisk. It's a greater and more terrible vertigo than the strange situation, and she is terrified that it is gone forever. An orogene without her orogeny. A rogga with no use.

Syenite looks around the observation deck. No burgundy uniforms. The knife in her hand is gone. Instead, she spots you. She keeps her expression composed, and makes herself smile like she isn't angry. She's wary of speaking to a still when she's helpless and in the black uniform, hey, you don't look like and still she has ever seen. And she needs answers.

Just like Alabaster did it. Like she's a person, and she's owed this.]

I need to know the path to the nearest information centre. Do you know the route?

[No asking for Leadership or anyone else in authority. If she's displaced and her sessapinae have gone useless, she doesn't want to go near anyone who has power over her.]

[d: a friend like me]

[Maybe you didn't notice Syenite when you bumped into each other. Maybe it didn't matter. Unfortunately, she accidentally set an empathetic connection with you, tethering you and her together.

So you get a shock of hard anger and intense wariness. What do you give in return?

Whatever it is, you may be able to identify the source of these foreign emotions when Syenite bursts out,]

What rusting shit is this?

d!

[talim]

[ jude is not used to either of the emotions that are so suddenly thrust on him. they're not completely foreign, but they're jarring, to say the least. what she'll get in return is warmth — the warmth of a kind heart, a compassionate heart; a heart filled to the brim with determination, kindness, affection.

once jude gets past the initial shock, he turns to her with wide eyes and a somewhat anxious frown. ]

... Um.

[ sorry, he's not at his most eloquent. ]

Are you... okay?

[ it's a pointless question, but jude isn't quite sure how else to start this conversation. ]

orga itsuka · mobile suit gundam: iron-blooded orphans

[counteracts]

C · (ACTION/NETWORK/BOTH, up to you!)
[He's not aboard the Isaribi. Not the Hotarubi either—hell, he wasn't even in space as far as he could tell.

Edmonton had seemed difficult to grasp for a group of kids that had only really seen the Martian frontier town of Chryse growing up, but what he finds in Shehui put even it to shame. At first he has to assume logically that it's some dream, but as time passes and compounding evidence of the sights, sounds, smells, and feeling of a living city around him piles up, it slowly wears down that paltry defense to leave him in stupefaction and wonder. The machinery he was used to was form to suit function; the unncessary lavishness of the technology and the architecture was staggering, causing him to wander aimlessly for a while.

But no, that was not productive. After a quick scan of the street, he approaches a young man who was idling at a street corner, looking at a communication device.] Hello, excuse me. Could I ask —

[Sorry. I'm in the middle of something. And then the young man crossed the street, a blinking light on the other side beckoning him forward.

Perhaps fifteen or twenty minutes of similar responses follow, a discouraging pattern of people either too busy to respond (be the claims honest or not), too apathetic, or too unfamiliar with the vague sorts of searching questions he ends up asking. With a huge sigh he collapses back onto a bench, resting momentarily with his head propped up against the face of the building behind him as the city continued to flow around him, expression a mask of frustration.]

What the hell is going on?

[That the thought was broadcast for others to hear was something he would not be immediately aware of. Chalk it up to being a true greenhorn at this magic kind of thing, or perhaps that he's a young leader who's used to his words being heard by those around him so that the same suddenly began to apply itself to his thoughts.

Regardless of the reason, it's sure there.]

A
[So he's susceptible to be drawn in by bright colors, flashing lights, and musical chimes. Who the hell isn't?

Orga ends up in an arcade booth, hunched slightly over a brightly-lit screen displaying what seems to be some version of Galaga. Vague interest had him give it a first shot, and after that it is just blind competitiveness and stubborn tenacity that keep him trying to climb the leaderboards for scores. For his credit, he's starting to work his way up, albeit gradually — the guy's got some good twitch skills and a definite eye for visual patterns.

Though someone passing by might pick him up as he mutters:] Nothing about this game is even close to accurate...

[No idiot would fly in a formation like that...]

CLOSED TO MIKA
[Dead ahead down the street was what he had found out to be Anmung Tower, and he is drawn towards it as something small might always be pulled in towards something huge and imposing, as if affected by a type of gravitational field.

As city blocks pass, the bright and festive lights of what seems to be some type of holiday fade and dim, replaced with what he recognizes (more symbolically than from personal experience) as clusters of flowers. The sight of them cause something in his chest to twist, his lips pressing together into a firm line before he pushes onward. The realization that he had seemingly left behind everyone of Tekkadan in coming here still pained him, the faint connections to each of those he considered his family still feeling partially intact, like an entire group of phantom limbs.

To distract himself from this, he addresses a woman that was working on entwining some of those flower decorations around the spiked fence of a nearby building.] Excuse me. [She looks up to inspect him with mingling curiosity and caution.] Can you tell me what these decorations are for?

[She's a bit more helpful than others he'd met in this city so far. "The day of mourning is coming up." Her manner of speaking was clipped and terse, though not unfriendly. She looks back to her work as she continues. "This is how we prepare for it, so we can remember those that we have lost."

Her answer did nothing to help, only serving to further deepen his thoughts of those he had left behind; he stands still as the woman moves on to work on another section of fence, the monolithic tower rising in the distance ahead.]

H · WILDCARD!
[Anything and everything else! Feel free to contact me if you have questions or require clarifications! (: ]

[deusex]

[ The festival is nothing more than a distant discarded incident now, much like the fireworks from the night — brilliant and eye-catching but fading all too fast from sight the next; existing only in time, a brief moment of utter brilliance cutting through the darkness, shattering against the barrier of the sky, then nothing. Maybe they're all nothing more than sparks that shiver into million fragments of dust against the restraints of society that made them. But if that's all they could amount to be, let them shine. If that's all they can be, let them remember.

Mikazuki has a delivery to make, from work. It's for some kind of preparation for another event, a holiday of sorts, and they hand him an address and an armful of stargazer lilies and tulips. It's not that hard to find, they told him, just follow the direction to the Tower straight down. He tucks the flowers carefully into the crook of his arm, getting pollen all over the shoulder of his coat, and starts off.

It's like he feels Orga's presence before he even sees him — like there's an invisible sort of line, a pull of magnet that directs his gaze straight towards the other as he stands less than a hundred metres ahead. There's no need for double-checking or to confirm the fact that it is him; they've known each other too long for that; Mikazuki will know him even in the dark. There's a curious sort of thundering in his ears like being submerged in water, like the empty echo of space, and Mikazuki stops walking — but only for a moment. Maybe it's his pulse, the beat of his heart quickening, but Mikazuki doesn't think about any of that. What he thinks is, ah, finally, and something in his chest loosens, the tension slackening. ]

Orga, [ In the dawning light of the morning the streets are quiet and Mikazuki barely has to raise his voice. He steps toward him, and for all the likes it could be streets of Saisei, some quiet lane in Chryse, not a place miles and miles away from everything and everyone they know. But here, the faint connection catches alight, sparks growing into fire that gleams in the gaze that fixes themselves so unerringly on the other boy. ]

c

[sharpestsword]

[ There's that feeling again. Thoughts appearing in her head that are not her own. Her immediate reaction is to turn sharply and look behind her, but everyone is going about their business. It's not a voice she recognizes and she doesn't much care for the use of that particular ability without her permission. Most people seem to be occupied with their partners. Except that guy on the bench. She approaches, hands in her pockets, peering down at him from behind the scarf wrapped around her. ]

Was that you broadcasting that message just now?

a

[fastpaced]

It's not supposed to be realistic. It's supposed to be fun!

[ the voice comes from a few feet below Orga, but it's not a child's voice - no, it belongs to a bizarre-looking furry critter with a big red scarf wrapped around his shoulders. He hardly has credits to spare on it, but Sonic has a soft spot for old-fashioned arcade games like this. It's anyone's guess as to why... ]

Hey, you're pretty good at this.

tiptoes late SO EXTREMELY SORRY; c ... doesn't know your voice, orgaroo

[reckoner]

[ While unable to claim familiarity with every voice, or telepathic voice, among those in the coven, Gaelio has another reason to assume that which bursts into his mind, terse and frustrated, belongs to a newly thieved person: the content. Aided, too, by the brevity without any subsequent clarity. Though most needed a learning curve to keep from spilling into the minds of others, by now even the latest had managed. The timing works in that vein, and another -- one needn't have particularly strong observational skills to notice a pattern by now.

Yet another reason, too, to assume Qri's effectiveness despite her unknown location. But these are small details, or larger but in the immediate moment, of less consequence than another fresh face hapless in an alien's world's streets.

It isn't that Gaelio's a beacon of generosity and assistance, whatever the expectations of those in the coven. He does his part, but doesn't go out of his way, generally. But, there are a number of factors that have softened him over the last month. The mundane life within this city, an evolving truce, certain understandings -- an impending holiday and the veneer of a dream.

His mood's uncommonly light.

So, from his position on guard outside Anmung Tower, Gaelio tilts his head, timing a minute's passage. Then, he answers, directing his thoughts to the source. ]

Welcome to Shehui. Has anyone else answered?

[ ...his mood might be light, but if someone else has provided an explanation, he's not interested in tedious repetition. They can handle it.

If not, he waits with faint humor for the response. Doubtless this guy won't expect a voice in his head. They almost never do. ]

Apollo Justice | Ace Attorney

[justiceobjects]

B.
[If there's one thing Apollo hates, it's heights, but he's here now and already regretting it. He told himself coming up the elevator that this would be the best way to get an idea of just how big this strange city is, not to mention a better look at that weird dome over everything, but in retrospect he really should have picked up a map. Or whatever device around here showed people maps. He would've gladly shaken a futuristic smartphone until some useful information fell out of it.

It's with a deep breath and trembling legs that he exits the elevator, taking one step closer to the railing. One step, then another... then a much smaller one... then a slight shuffle of his feet. It hasn't gotten him further than a couple of feet away from the central elevator. There's not much Apollo can see from here, but he can't seem to push himself any further. In fact, he's starting to go pale just from the proximity.]

... Yep, that's enough sightseeing for me. I'm ready to go home now.



D. Psychometry
[It's a market day on one of the local streets, colorful banners vying for attention amid the holiday decorations. Businesses have booths set out on the sidewalks to entice shoppers to check out their wares, and there's a brightly-dressed Apollo among the crowd, awed at the sheer amount of cool new things on display. The way he's gaping at everything, he practically screams 'clueless tourist'.

The booth Apollo stops at sports a collection of decidedly odd statues and carvings. They were possibly imported from another place, but how was he supposed to know? If the wares were meant to represent animals, they were nothing like creatures he had ever seen before, and frankly, he's fascinated.

Apollo picks one of them up... and to an outside observer, he just stops in his tracks. He's staring at the little statue like he's about to burn a hole through it, but otherwise Apollo is barely moving a muscle. It'd be hard to tell if he's even breathing or not. The statue finally slips through his nerveless fingers, shattering on the street, making Apollo stumble back instinctively from the shower of ceramic-like pieces that hit his shoes. The shopkeeper rounds on him accusingly, and that seems to break Apollo out of his stupor, though he still looks a bit out of sorts.]

Sorry! Sorry, I just - you know, clumsy fingers, ahaha. Ha. ... I'll, uh, I'll pay for it.

(b)

[deusex]

[ Mikazuki has never really been up here before — strange how it didn't really occur to him as an idea, but the fancy strikes him at just the right moment to be there to witness Apollo's little episode. The height doesn't necessarily bother him overmuch; it wouldn't really be ideal for someone like him to be afraid of something like height — not that Mikazuki ever seemed fazed by anything, to be honest. Except fish, really. But let's not talk about that.

He's standing on the glass panels that line the edge of some parts of the circumference of the viewing platform, peering down below his feet at the tiny little houses. ]

Are you sick?

Laphicet | Tales of Berseria

[dividepain]

( A )

[ Laphicet might have been standing in front of this machine for a good few minutes and examining it thoroughly. The screen is flashing and showing him the same scenes from a zombie apocalypse as he's weighing the red gun in his hands. He's never had anything like it in his hands before and this one is surprisingly light. While he obviously knows what you are supposed to do with a gun, the boy seems a bit lost anyway. ]

How do you play this game?

[ It might not be the right time to play games, but he's really curious about this one. ]

( D )

[ Holding an apple he received from a kind lady sometime before, Laphicet wanders around the streets, not really sure where should he head to. Perhaps it would be wiser to stay in one place and wait for someone he knows to find him? Maybe. But at the same time, he can't simply sit idly, not when there are so many different, new things to see. He's so absorbed in looking at the shop windows full of decorations that he doesn't realize that the apple has gotten heavier and...bigger. Much bigger. Namely, beach ball size bigger.
It seems that his newly acquired magic ability starts acting up. Thankfully, the people passing by seem to be thinking that the enormous apple is just another decoration. A few minutes later, the apple becomes so tiny that he needs to be really careful not to drop it on accident. ]

What did I do...?

[ The next moment it's not the apple that changes size, but Laphicet himself. He becomes a bit larger (which, in his eyes, isn't all that bad) in a matter of few seconds. Maybe finally people won't think of him as a kid and take him seriously. ]

( G )

[ Sneaking inside the apartment complex wasn't really too difficult, but for some reason, Laphicet can't get rid of the feeling that's not the place he's allowed to be, especially when he notices lists of names next to every door. When he notices the elevator and realizes how many floors are there, he forgets about that feeling and comes in, pressing the button with the highest number on it. Then, he notices that the seventh-floor button has a different color. If there's someone in the elevator, he may just ask: ]

What can you find there?

[ He needs to check it out later, too. ]

( Wildcard )

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a

[sopherias]

[ Although Sophie had been often visiting the arcade these days, she hardly paid mind to the shooting game. She was mostly absorbed in the dancing rhythm game that 9S introduced her to, some time when they first arrived in Shehui.

Nearby, she's waiting for her turn to play on the machine. It might be awhile until she gets to go up and play. Laphicet's question grabs her attention and she turns to him, assuming that he was speaking to her.

For a moment, she doesn't answer. On the second player side, she carefully picks up the gun, holding it in a similar manner as the boy. ]

...

I don't know.

[ Wow, very helpful.

But she takes a glance to the side, spotting other arcade goers at a similar machine. ]

I think we're supposed to point and pull the trigger at the screen.

Charles-Henri Sanson | Fate/Grand Order

[painalty]

B: ON TOP OF THE WORLD

[Sometimes, it's good to get away from it all, to be away from everyone else. It was a familiar feeling to Sanson, a member - and one of the heads - of an ostracized family in France. It's not an entirely unwelcome feeling, though, after everything that he had gone through today.

He's just standing there quietly, a five-foot-ten-inch tall figure shrouded in a long coat, hands behind his back as he surveys the surroundings. When you arrive, he seems to not notice at first until his soft voice breaks the silence.]

It's beautiful, isn't it?

[Despite the fact that it was an entirely new, unfamiliar place.]

D: IT'S GETTING HOT IN HERE

[While walking through Shehui you might detect a sudden rise in the temperature. There's snow and ice, but for some reason, this particular patch of air seems hot, as though it were summer. A path has been melted through the snow, enough for the ground beneath to be visible.

Follow this path and it will take you straight to a confused and uncomfortable Sanson bearing the stare of several pairs of eyes on him, standing in a wide patch of ground full of puddles where the snow and ice used to be. There are whispers, there are pointed fingers, and while all of this shouldn't be new to him, he's in a world that doesn't even know his true name and reputation.

They're stepping away from the circle as though it were cursed, fanning themselves and loosening scarves and coats.]

I really don't know how it happened -

[His voice dies in his throat when a nearby leafless bush suddenly crackles and catches fire. He gasps. There was no source of fire around, how could it have spontaneously burst into flame?

(The answer: his power is temperature manipulation.)]

E: THIS SONG IS DEDICATED TO...

[Oh.

After blinking away the flashes of light before his eyes, Sanson just takes one look at the screen, at whatever is in his hand, and the snacks, before thrusting the mic toward whoever is stuck with him in this booth.]

Do you have any idea how we got here in the first place?

WILDCARD

[Hit me baby one more time.]

b

[bulletbiter]

[ Sanson would probably feel the man behind him from his subtle magical pressure than hear him first - a soft, lambent beacon of mana, similar to that of Gaia but not quite. Yet he approaches as if Sanson was just another human, settling himself a polite distance away. ]

It is.

[ Julius closes his eyes, taking a deep breath of the crisp air. This is new. ]

Lapis Fathalla | Original

[oneirism]

(B.)

[Being so high up, to see everything from this view and see the lights of everything is always a nice sight, and this time is no exception. Lapis seeming very relaxed and carefree about being so high up - maybe a little too carefree, since she sits on the railing, letting her legs swing over the edge.

It's dangerous, yes, but she's done worse things than this and she's confident enough in her balance to know she won't fall. Her ghost companions are somehow gone, and they can't catch her if she falls, but she decides she's steady enough to stay put. This is why she can just peek over her shoulder at whoever else is there, offering a little wave before her hand rests against the railing once more.]

It's a nice view from here, huh? I thought it would've been busier around here though. [But whatever, it means she can hang around the railing like this without getting yelled at. That would've been annoying.]

(E.)

[For someone normally so deadpan, Lapis is pretty stoked for karaoke. Who cares if they're stuck in here, they can sing and that's more than enough to ease any of her worries about being trapped. She's sure she and whoever her unlucky companion is can break the door down if they're trapped for too long. At least she hopes they can.

And it's not like they'll starve or anything either, so it's all fine. She'll even be as nice to let her new partner in singing to go first.]

So, what song do you want to do first? I can recommend some if you're not sure. [Singing first, escaping later.]

(F.)

[Lapis is on fire.

Like, literally on fire. The edges of her feet had suddenly lit up as she slid along the frozen tracks of water, bringing her to a sudden stop as the frozen layer melted beneath her feet. Now she can't really stop it, the fire seeming to seamlessly sprout from her feet and over her shoes - not even a few good shakes can put it out.

So, instead of being horrified like a normal person, she instead uses this new power for good - or at least, to make something less annoying. Now sing her new flame feet to melt the icy paths, luckily not getting much in the ways of dirty looks from locals, since they're avoiding the paths.

She doesn't, however, notice how the tips of her hair are on fire. Or the back edges of her dress. Just a couple of the downsides to fire transformation....]

b

[dividepain]

[ The sight of a girl sitting on the railing is outright terrifying. From what Laphicet has seen this building is rather tall, too. She waves at him like it's nothing, but he can't help coming closer to grip the fabric of her skirt just to make sure that even if she loses her balance, nothing bad will happen.

While doing that his face becomes bright red. At this rate, the blush might spread across his neck and even tip of his ears. ]

I'm sorry but...! Y-You might fall...

Celica | Fire Emblem Echoes: Shadows of Valentia

[testified]

H.
[ Finding yourself in a new world can be quite disorienting, but coming from a medieval fantasy world into a modern setting is an entirely different thing altogether. Everywhere she looks, she can see tall towers, and the streets themselves are bustling with strange electronic noises and... some kind of steel carriages that move without the aid of a horse? Cars, to be precise. She's staring in awe at cars.

More importantly, she wants to cross the road but has no idea when these cars will stop. Someone help this girl find a pedestrian crossing, please?

Eventually, she stands in one spot long enough that the bell of a passing cyclist startles her. She may have even let out an embarrassing yelp.

This is going to be a weird day. ]


B.
[ Towers usually hold all the answers, or... something! Even if her journey to the top of a building proves to be fruitless, Celica will at least get a better view of her new surroundings. It's also quieter and gives her the space she needs to think, or even pray. Surely the Earth Mother Mila can hear her prayers even from here.

It doesn't matter in the end, because Celica finds a lone cat on the observation deck and starts a conversation with it. She's likely not alone, though, so feel free to misinterpret who she's exactly talking to here! ]

Aww, aren't you cute? Would you like to go home with me? Not that I know a way back, I'm afraid...

[ Seriously, she's speaking to a cat. ]


F.
[ Celica has made the mistake of thinking she can help the residents by melting the ice with her fire magic. Unfortunately, her magic powers don't seem to be working in this world, and she has yet to discover her gift bestowed upon by Qri.

By the time she realizes this, she's already wobbling on the slippery sidewalk. :( Next thing she knows, she's either slipping on her back or sliding into somebody. Help a princess out? ]


WILDCARD
( Up for anything! )

b

[soulcomet]

[Celica is a girl after her own heart — extremely high up is an elevation that Madoka has always preferred (easier to get full scope of the city and any dangers that may be lurking that way), and she is completely won over by any and all cats.]

[she'll wait until this important conversation Celica is having draws to a close before chiming in.]

Ah, it's so cute! Do you think it's hungry? I could probably find food for it...

Miu Iruma | NDRV3

[novelprocess]

C) [What the fuck-

Is the first and primary thought in her mind. Being somewhere for no reason and with no explanation isn't exactly a new experience at this point, but that just pissed her off more. Just who did the fuck did they think she was?

She didn't trust any of it.

More important, however?]

Which one of you perverts stuck a body mod over my bomb ass titties?!?

E) [While Miu could make something to open a lock, given the proper tools and a couple hours, after a bit she gives up on that business and dives in. She may be the greatest genius the world's ever known, but she's still a teenage girl. Who isn't really in the habit of drinking.

You're stuck with a monster with a pretty cute singing voice, but a monster nonetheless.]

It doesn’t make a difference if we’re naked or not... whooooah.

[The situation could be worse. Somehow.]

H

[How about those wildcards, huh?]

{OOC: As this game is both fairly new and full of Plot, please let me know if you're okay with spoilers.}

Jörgen | ShootAround

[endette]

[ A ]

[Being thrown into a bustling city with modern conveniences is a jarring experience for Jörgen, but like hell he's going to complain. He might have just been at a party that wasn't hurting for food, but seeing so many options -- hot, chilled, sweet, sour, crunchy, soft, everything is there -- is kind of overwhelming.

Help this young man who is standing around eating chocolate-drizzled popcorn and crying like he's having some sort of epiphany.]

[ B ]

[He has more than one reason to hang around the observation deck. While he seems cheery and full of energy as he braces his cowboy boots on a railing and leans forward, Jörgen is steadily panicking and trying to get a read on the situation. This area was dead... He hadn't heard anything on why just yet, but it would be worth looking into. If there was no danger, it'd be a nice place to make a base of operations. He could do just about anything after getting back from a day of running around enjoying the convenience of a city.]

Oh, wow! I need to go there. Woah -- is that a red light district?!

[WHAT]

[ C ]

[Since he doesn't have to worry about zombies littering the streets or bandits itching to murder, Jörgen's decided to enjoy what's left of Shehui's winter.

It mostly consists of finding a long stretch of icy sidewalk and getting a running start on a slide while he whoops with joy.]

[ D ]

Wait... Which one is it...

[Jörgen doesn't mean to broadcast it, especially since he's dismissed a lot of the headaches and mental chatter as going off the deep end. At least it's a very nice delusion, so far?]

Magician or Emperor... I shouldn't use it more than I have to, if they're talking about punishing me in my own crazy...crazy-thing.

A....

[keeptrucking]

[Well it's not every day that you encounter a guy crying into his popcorn. Truly, Daichi relates... not that he cries into his food in public, but he can admit it sounds like something he would do.

So, obviously, the correct choice is to approach.]

Uh, dude, are you okay? I-Is it that bad? [He's missing some context, excuse him.]