( TDM #8 )

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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.

IMPORTANT: This TDM won't be canon! It's a little dicey in-game right now, which isn't exactly fair for in-game players who are currently trapped, as well as out-of-game hopefuls who want to get as much CR potential as possible. Think of this as an alternate timeline.

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 ▢ Or, perhaps, that isn't the weirdest thing you're experiencing right now. Instead of just being magicked away, blinking your eyes open to stare at a video game or random tree, you blearily awaken from a sleepy daze in a bed that isn't your own. It does, however, belong to someone else...someone who is right next to you. Do they see you first, or are you the first to be aware of your new Shehui sleeping situation? B ▢ Other new arrivals aren't so lucky as to arrive in the warm embrace of an apartment's bed. It's currently raining in Shehui, and because of the current post-winter temperature, the rain is certainly cold. You're now in the middle of a busy street, out in the open -- no umbrella to your name. You have the opportunity to grab some shelter underneath an awning or run into a building. Or will someone take pity on you? Or are you not bothered by a sudden, frigid downpour? C ▢ Shehui is looking to celebrate an upcoming holiday -- Yeunai. Something of a bonding holiday that celebrates a variety of relationships, Shehui residents are really into this consumer, capitalist bonanza. On certain Shehui streets are mats that read the ID data of those that stand on them. Whether or not you'd like to take part in this little shindig, a nearby machine will random spit out some data about you and another person on the same long mat. (Need some guidance? Here's a love calculator!) That's a good ice-breaker, right? D ▢ Despite Shehui's distrust of magic, faux magic isn't a big deal. In fact, there's currently a showcase of street performers making money with their craft. Located around Shehui's famed tower, there's a lot of room for some real magic here. Want to take yours for a spin? It's easy enough to simply say you can't reveal your secrets when you're asked about a certain talent. E ▢ With how prominent cell phones are in Shehui, a lot of new and old arrivals have them by now -- you, newbie, might have already picked one up! Despite not having anyone on your contact list yet, you do seem to be getting quite a few messages...though they aren't going to your cell phone. Instead, they're being telepathically broadcast into your head, or even before your eyes! On the opposite end of the spectrum, it's very likely that you're transmitting your own accidental telepathic broadcast...but what are you saying, exactly? F ▢ Another fun activity -- Chips! is always open! Today they're hosting their regular games, but there's also a SongWars competition, including a huge stage and everything. While you may not know the words to these strange, alien pop songs, the crowd may turn in your favour if you put on a good show regardless. What do you win for besting your champion? A nice plastic trophy and a big Chocorrone. G ▢ For some people, the whole "kidnapped to another world with new magic and cell phones and shit" is actually...kind of a downer. For those of you who want to enjoy the evening and maybe meditate for a while, there are plenty of parks with benches that allow you to sit and think. You may not want company, but it may find you regardless... H ▢ Wildcard! How will your character react to this strange world?

GAME NAVIGATION

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mari ohara | love live

[splendente]

A.
[ Mari is an individual of many talents, a jack of all trades, a real renaissance woman if you will. But of her handy assortment of skills, her favorite and most important is absolutely her ability to fall asleep (nearly) at will and sleep through anything and everything she doesn't want to be woken up for.

So maybe her bedmate has already been awake for quite some time, or maybe they're just getting up themselves. Which ever it is, Mari lifts up her eye mask, blinks twice, and then smiles brightly. ]

GOOOD~MORNING!

C.

[ Mari loves capitalist bonanzas. They fund her lifestyle and make the world go 'round. She's standing on the mat, tapping her feet to some tune that only exists in her head. ]

If this doesn't work out, I hope you know-- we can still be friends, you and me.

[ She totally doesn't believe in this garbage but she's got time to kill and is having way too good a time with these shenanigans. ]

E.

[ So there's definitely a learning curve with this telepathy thing, which is to say Mari doesn't really get it at all. She's just out here, trying to play some cute rhythm game on a phone that definitely isn't hers (look, finders keepers) but these stupid messages keep fogging up her vision!!

She sends the following out, not realizing she's sending it out: ]

hte
WHO
STOP
you re going to riun my
FULL COMBO
enough
i dont care
SHUT UP

H. wildcard me up scotty

[ throw whatever at me!! ]

E

[lohengrins]

Are you having a stroke?

c. HELLO IDOL FRIEND.......

[idolpedia]

I would hope after all of this time that you and I could remain friends, Mari-san.

[She's looking at the Love Calculator herself, sighing. I guess people are here to have fun, right? Right. This is much better than anything else that has gone on in the last few weeks.]

a. i have just met you, and i love you.

[pigii]

[ needless to say, ruby wasn't expecting this sort of wake-up call! she tends to wake up groggily when it comes to turning off her alarm clock, but even that's something that she's grown used to. what she isn't used to is another person yelling a greeting at her, even if that person is a beloved friend and fellow idol.

ruby is bound to wake up with a sudden wake-up call like that, and boy, does she. her response is nothing short of a scream - her trademark, high-pitched PIGIIIII - before she jumps back (and subsequently off of the matteress), falling flat on her face on the ground with a thump and a wail.

IS THIS WHAT YOU WANTED, MARI ]

A.

[osteotome]

[ Honebami isn't usually one to oversleep, but it might just be the change in scenery. Um, to put that lightly. But the louder voice of an unfamiliar girl (compared to almost a dozen brothers) is certainly going to get him out of bed. In a comedic, "give him a second before he registers the weirdness of that wake-up call" and springs into a sitting position, hugging a pillow. ]

...Good morning.

[ Looks left, looks right. Room too bright, bed too fluffy, and there is a happy blond alarm clock. Despite that, he's still a little mellow. Maybe it's leftover sleepiness... ]

Who are you?

Pod 042 | Nier: Automata | OTA

[ipodthereforeiam]

B. Arriving in the rain

[It's not exactly unheard of for Pod 042 to suddenly be someplace he wasn't previously.

It's rarely a good thing, but it's not unheard of. Such an event would ordinarily indicate a lapse in his memory - a blackout of sorts. As a result, his first action would be to perform a memory recovery and try to figure out his location.

Only... he can't seem to do that. His normal methods of finding out his current coordinates simply aren't working here. And the memory of how he got here isn't corrupted or anything - it's just not there at all.]

Troubling. I seem to be experiencing a significant error.

[Oh, and it's raining. And he can't seem to locate Pod 153 anywhere.

So the tiny, floating robot is just going to duck under an awning for the time being, while he figures out what's wrong.

Generally speaking he's pretty waterproof, but with the other problems he seems to be experiencing, he wants to make sure that he hasn't taken any external damage before he needlessly exposes himself to water.

Speaking of problems, he really needs to figure out how he got to this place. Fortunately, it isn't very long before someone else passes by.]

Tactical Support Unit Pod 042 to local android. I seem to be experiencing a memory error. Are you aware of how I came to be in this location?


C. Matchmaking

[Well would you look at that. Whoever you are, you've gone and gotten yourself matched up with some kind of... tiny, floating rectangle. Good for you, I guess.

As for Pod 042... Well, his voice remains as neutral as ever, but it isn't difficult to tell that he's unimpressed.]

Analysis: The numbers presented does not correlate to any known algorithms regarding how the emotion of 'love' is felt. Additionally, the data available on our identification cards does not contain enough information to be useful in such endeavors.

Conclusion: These machines are a dishonest means for local businesses to encourage us to spend our credits.


H. Wildcard.

[Have a different idea for a thread? Hit me up.]

B!

[splendente]

[ The little guy doesn't have a face but something about him looks awfully melancholy. Mari stands in the rain with her little pink umbrella, and she opens her mouth to answer-- only to realize she's only understood like half of what's come out of this floating robot's mouth. ]

..Um, scusi?

[ That last bit though, she understands. Thank god. ]

Not a clue, but does it matter? You're here and you're alive, right?

nobunaga oda | fate/

[ateaist]

a.

[Hey, if there's one thing she can't say she's opposed to it's waking up in a bed with a stranger...though she's already figured it isn't like that. Her sudden appearance in this new environment is far too strange for this to be some kind of rendezvous.

But maybe her unfortunate companion (you) won't be so clearheaded about it all. So she leans in close to run a thumb along your forhead, tenderly, and puts on a distinct voice.]

Wake up, won't you? Morning's come. If you sleep for too long, I'll be all alone...

c.

[Well! With that out of the way, exploration's the next port of call. A lot of this technology's beyond her really, so standing on the mat just as another person does is mostly pure coincidence. The info appears as such.

You two fit together with 62 %.

Oh my! I could feel it in my chips and processors when your names swirled through the cables of the web server. Ladies and Gentlemen, here we have the beginning of something unique!

You have been dating approximately 6 months.

You are going to break up on 2027/04/01 when Nobunaga moves abroad and you do not want to come along.

She seems to consider this for a moment, then meets your look with a grin.]

Well...we'd best make the most of our last remaining years together, wouldn't you say?

e.

[It's not like she has anything in particular that needs doing, but this is still irritating the hell out of her.

IT'S TIME TO STOP.]

ENOUGH
YOU HAVE INCURRED THE WRATH OF THE GREAT DEMON KING
FORCE MY HAND AND I WILL UNLEASH MY SECRET WEAPON UPON YOU

C.

[ipodthereforeiam]

[The machine she's apparently been paired up with seems... Well it's hard to tell how it seems, because Pod 042 doesn't have a face. When he speaks, though, he sounds pretty nonplussed.]

Error. The date 2027/04/01 was approximately nine thousand, nine hundred and eighteen years ago.

[There's a beat, and then he shifts slightly to more directly face his supposed partner.]

Available data indicates that User and Pod 042 are not fated to feel romantic love for one another.

monika | doki doki literature club ( spoilers possible in threads )

[chr]

[ ooc: monika has the ability to alter a person's recollection of an event (memory manipulation), though her trade off is that for every minute of a memory she alters, she'll experience a nightmare while she sleeps for the same amount of time she's altered. this is pretty likely to change and is mostly me playing around with any possible powers i could give her, so don't worry too much about it. if you'd like to play around with this ability, lmk and we'll work a thing out! ]

B

[ she comes to in the middle of a storm, not at all like the empty, electronic nothingness she'd expected to preoccupy for eternity. the downpour is an orchestra in comparison to the horrible noises she's used to, now. it's beautiful. alive. it feels real.

...it's nice, and cool. reading rain scenes in books, monika thought it was so unrelatable, how people reacted to it. it was just water from the sky after all; it was best to enjoy it from inside, with a hot drink and lots of blankets. a good book was a must, of course. but that feeling isn't there anything - monika doesn't take refuge from the rain. she feels like it's almost a sacred right she doesn't have anymore, to experience it like this. stand under he dreary clouds and take it all in, let the water drizzle down upon her. it's pleasant.

cool.

it's alive.

once her uniform is soaked, she wipes at her eyes and shakes her head, auburn hair sticking to her skin. ] It's like... the Megalosaurus, on Holborn Hill. For a long time, I just thought it was a way to open the novel uniquely... But this is it, isn't it? I get the opening line now...

...Ah. Sorry. It's confusing if I just say that out loud, isn't it? You'll have to excuse me.

[ she doesn't know who you are, but you're here and she's here, and it's raining. ]

C

[ eventually, monika acquires new clothes.

soon enough, she finds herself staring down the love calculator. there's a mischievous little smile on her face, like a little devil about to sink her teeth into fresh, bleeding meat. she doesn't look hungry, but pleased. a cat who caught the canary. if you've been to a mall, you know there are stalls set up with people who try to get you to try their product and ultimately buy it. monika shares that same conviction with those salespeople: not standing on the platform, she begins to usher you onto it! she seems pretty cheerful about this... are you going to let it happen? ]

D

Magic's a pretty big deal here, huh.

[ it's said like she knows something you don't, her smile a clever little slanted half moon of a grin. monika's behind you, hands behind her back, green eyes shimmering. she looks ... happy. ]

A lot of magician's won't tell you their tricks. It's an unspoken rule, it's part of the shower, after all! But... have you heard about Harry Houdini's Radio of 1950? He started it in 1925 and performed it up until he died. It was a clever trick. Houdini would bring out a giant radio that took up the entirety of a table. Once set up, he'd open it up to show that there no tricks, lift the skirt of the table to show nothing underneath it and set the stage. And then, he'd announce Dorothy Young, who would climb out of the giant radio and do the Charleston. The radio of the future, and all that, I guess... But of course, there was a trick to it. There was a trap door in the table that Dorothy could drop into after being place on the table with the radio. So in reality, there was no magic to the illusion, just a really sturdy table!

Well... that's just Houdini's way of doing magic, though.

[ ooc: monika is capable of pulling off a "magic trick" via memory manipulation here, if you'd like her to. feel free to make this a conversation about magic tricks tho ]

BONUS (TELEPATHY)

[ what comes through is a beat, first. it's hazy, like a distant billboard that you can't quite make out in the grey haze from the rain. but maybe, if you listen to enough rap, you'll recognize the beat; it sounds like someone is trying really hard to remember it. ]

It's not love, it's hate... Think of... ...It really has been a while, I guess. But I remember enough... Think of all the mothers, maybe. Ah, the piano really was nice, and touching on such personal issues. It reminded me of a lot of Emily Dickinson's "I Had No Time To Hate, Because" in a way. If I could just-- Oh! All the mothers at wakes, that's right.

[ sorry. ]

WILDCARD

[ if none of these interest you, feel free to come up with your own starter, or ask me for a personalized one. i can be pm'd or hit up on plurk @ walpurgisnacht! ]

I need to get back home to cool, cool rain

[witchwithoutacause]

[ Amanda's just watching this crazy girl appear out of nowhere and stand in the rain, under the comfort of her own umbrella. Standing there, until she's soaking wet, looking satisfied in a way that Amanda, although someone who can honestly empathize with just wanting to experience something different, can't quite get.

Even with her own umbrella, it felt like she'd be spoiling something to offer it, until Monika spoke. ]

Can't say I know much about dinosaurs or novels but you look like you could use a change of clothes.

Hanamaru Kunikida | Love Live Sunshine

[innocentbird]

I) stranger in a strange land

[this was no way to wake up from a nap. Hanamaru looks around, gripping tightly to her cardigan. she's in her school uniform, and it's already soaked from the rain. she has no idea where she is. she's just shivering in the cold.

her feet start to move on their own. she has to find shelter, right? so she gets moving, looking for something, anything to tell her where she is. a map, a street sign, maybe a person? she's not paying attention to where she's going, either, so she bumps right into you! ow!]

Ahh! Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry, zura!

II) the future is now

[Hanamaru doesn't really use a phone... or a computer... she lives (lived?) in an old temple and barely even watches television. so the idea of sending out texts with a phone is ~THE FUTURE~. sending subliminal messages, though? she can do that. well, she can try. but she doesn't know that she can.

by now, she has discovered the weird little piece of jewelry that is embedded into her skin, and she's rubbing at it, wondering what it's for. she's also broadcasting without knowing it]

how weird it doesnt hurt
howd it get in there
shouldnt be there right
im hungry zura

III) we got dream

[she doesn't know what Chips! is, but she saw there was a singing competition. to win something chocolatey? she can do that! she's a school idol, after all. so, even though she's only been here a little while, she is already up on the stage, making up her own lyrics to the songs while dancing. it looks like she's drawing quite a crowd, too. when she first started out, Hanamaru had not been very confident in her abilities.

but over time, she's grown. she's a bit stronger. also, she wants that Chocorrone]

IV) wildcard

[got a different scenario? put it here, or feel free to hit up lovebakery for plotting!]

1

[heartholder]

[ chika winces when she's bumped into, but she's about to apologize herself when— ]

— Eh? Zura?

[ it can't be... is it? no, it is. she's standing right in front of her. same cardigan. same zura. same big, amber eyes. ]

H-Hanamaru-chan... ! Hanamaru-chan, Hanamaru-chan, is it really you?

[ chika grips her by the shoulders, resisting the urge to shake her back and forth. this is real. another one of her friends is really here. ]

Michel Bollinger | The House in Fata Morgana

[benite]

A. You look like you've done this before.

[ Your sleeping partner is already up and out of bed the minute he wakes up, no words. Just a very perplexed look at he scans the room, looking for something.

This carries on for a good minute before he finally turns back. ]

Can you....uh, see me? Also do I look tall and kinda gaunt?

E. Kinda Fishy. Or Cephalopod-y.

[Shehui is so far removed from everything he's ever seen in both his life in the 11th Century and his observation of other eras. Paris comes close in the sheer alien volume of it's busy marketplaces, but the style and opulence are a brand all their own.

Michel has a few of the credits handed out to visitors left and picky stomach to fill but everything in the food carts looks so...strange. It's beautifully presented but he can't tell the difference between what might possibly be an onion and a yellow pepper – a very big distinction to a man who would rather starve than eat carrots. ]

Do I take a risk on this sauce with rice or should I suck it up and get what looks kinda like an...octapus since I at least kinda know what it is?

H. Wildcard! Does anyone even know this novel? If you do Hello!

e!! i haven't finished yet but hello michel!

[potentite]

Always be bold with food! Being able to try new things is a delight, don't you think?

Suzu Kuromori | Ensemble Girls!

[unlightmusic]

B. This Weather is Like My SOUL
[What is with up with her and being caught in the rain lately? Where was this, even? Suzu was just on her way home from school, when suddenly she was no longer on her usual route and in some flashy city. Immediately hugging her guitar case protectively,she runs, frantically looking for cover.

Ahh, as she thought, this universe created by God only carried things that would hurt her, a fallen angel 「Lucifer」---]

ACHOO?!☆

[Oh, not this again. Thankfully, she was able to find some cover under a store’s awning, and not be left to the mercy of the elements like last time.

… Maybe this time, she’ll have a better attempt at sneezing intimidatingly? Suzu puts on her best edgy pose she could muster, a outstretched palm over her face as her other hand reaches forward…]

Cl… Clo-CHOO! Cloche-ACHOO!☆ Argh…

[Filled with regret, she immediately releases her poses, her shoulders sagging with disappointment. Ugh, what was she doing? She’s starting to feel dumb again.]

I wanna go home already…

C. I’m a Chuunibyou but I Want to Love! Just Not With You.
[Suzu was less panicked from her change of surroundings after some time, and was able to go back to her usual chuunibyou ways. Her first act as a delusional edgy teenager in this new world was to scoff at this matchmaking machine she happened to see while exploring the city.]

Hmph, ludicrous. A fallen angel like myself has no interest in trivial mortal concepts like love, nor humanity’s feeble attempts to quantify it so.

[Ahh, if only that person were here with her, then maybe it might be worth a chance to try. But alas, as one that bears the mark of sin, one forever rebelling against the Heavens, love is an unattainable concept for---]

Kyaaa...!?

[A passerby had ended up bumping into Suzu from behind, causing her to stumble forward and onto the mat.]

F. Harry, You Must Rock the Fuck Out
[Suzu had finally accepted her situation, and had taken an interest in a poster advertising a “SongWar”... Due to the name sounding incredibly 「Rock N Roll」, she eagerly decided to participate.

… What the hell was this pop crap? No way was she going to go along with this. When her turn came up, she brought her guitar with her, as well as an amp that she… “borrowed” from the staff.]

Foolish mortals who kiss the ass of authority, you dare think a rebel like me will go along with the rules of your silly game? A fallen angel cast out of Heaven with broken wings, 「Lucifer」...

To place meaningless expectation upon me, only for it to be casted aside… That may bring some sort of amusement. Indeed, I shall take those chains of conformation and break them before your eyes. [Suzu ominously turns the volume of the amp and microphone to maximum with a few clicks.] … Allow me, Clochette, to demonstrate this feeling with a tasteful performance.

[And with that, she begins to freaking shred on the guitar like a madwoman, her chaotic singing more like wailing, and her music a roaring inferno of deafening violence.]

♪ ♪ ♪ ! ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ! ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ !!!!

H. WILDCARD! Throw a curveball at me!

f

[ateaist]

[Listen, Nobunaga is absolutely eating up everything about this performance. The chuuni intro, the deafening guitar skills and the appropriately loud wailing. Suzu may even notice that during her time on stage the woman's her most enthusiastic audience goer, hands cupped over her mouth to cheer and yell her approval at every available moment.

And after the song is over, she makes a point of instantly honing in on the girl's location to approach her once she's off the stage.]

You there! Hey! Yes, you...! Clochette, wasn't it?

Yoshiko Tsushima | Love Live Sunshine

[datenshii]

A

[ Waking up is never a simple process for Yoshiko. She usually sleeps through her alarms, complains in a half-asleep whine that she doesn't want to get up, prays to some (fake) dark god to grant her leniency on the sun rising just this once... That sort of thing. That is to say, Yoshiko is a very good sleeper. So good in fact that she doesn't even begin to realize where she is as she stirs from the beam of sunlight breaking in through the windows, instead only tugging at her pillow tighter, trying to hide her face. ]

Ten more minutes... Yohane... begs of you...

D

[ Standing about watching the show is one girl in an elegant gothic lolita dress that says she's a part of a certain subculture probably not seen much around here, but she's never cared much about standing out. Though at the moment she's in the audience as opposed to in front of the crowd, watching and commenting to herself or anyone unlucky enough to stand next to her to hear. ]

That's really not that hard to do. All you need is a little lighter fluid in your sleeve and a spark and anyone can do that...

[ Or maybe she's just taking new notes on how to incorporate them into her act... which she'll be performing just a bit later.

Standing on top of a crate (sadly not a mikan box) wearing a dark cape over her shoulders, Yoshiko has found herself unable to resist the call of the crowd. Speaking obnoxiously loud, she calls out to bring attention to herself. ]

Everyone! Feast your eyes on the Fallen Angel, Yohane!!

[ And like that she swirls her cape around her with a swish of the material, only to spread her arms above her head and cause a small fireworks-like display of sparks above her head, as she looks only more confused than anything else. ]

E-Eh?! H-How did that happen?! Did I maybe gain magic powers coming to this Isekai?!

[ And one second later she's crouching on the box and talking to herself, staring at her hands, wondering how she might have just caused actual magic... ]

E

[ Where some people might be sending accidental broadcasts of their thoughts, some people are already used to hosting their own livestreams so much her thoughts just come out like that. ]

I can feel it...

The doors of the Labyrinth have been opened against the will of the Greater Powers...

The planes of reality have been vanished, thinning the border between this world and the next...

And it is I who has travelled across that gap, through the doors, and appeared here in this strange land

I am the Fallen Angel, Yohane! Mistress of Darkness, Traveller of Worlds, Knower of the great Truth!!

And you all listening shall become my Little Demons! Envoke my name and a contract will be--

[ Suddenly in the middle she's caught off guard, switching her voice from her serious talk to whiny and annoyed, as she replies to someone else: ]

W-What a minute, I'm in the middle of something, can't you tell?!

Er... I-Ignore that, Little Demons!!

D

[witchwithoutacause]

[ Honestly, Amanda's darn well torn between showing off her own magic - which would require finding an appropriate ride - or just yelling 'cultural appropriation' and beating people up. It's not like she takes her witchy heritage that seriously but the way this city acts about real magic while letting these tricksters do their thing is starting to actually really grate on her.

Yohane's distraction is probably for the best; that's something different, at least, even if her whole 'Fallen Angel' thing is like, kinda try hard.

Amanda's honestly just happy for the disruption until Yohane turns into a human sparkler - and it doesn't seem to just be a trick with how she's freaking out about it. Pushing through whatever crowd's present, Amanda sets herself down on the corner of her crate. ]

'sup?

Michelangelo | TMNT '03

[nunchaku]

a.
[Okay, so this? Not exactly Mike's first time getting tossed across time and space. (Or the second. Or the third. Or the--well, you get the idea.) Waking up in a nice, cozy bed instead of being dropped into certain doom, though? That part's definitely new. Mike would almost appreciate it, if it didn't make the ol' Ninja Paranoia crank up to about an eleven.

Suppressing the urge to freak out until he's somewhere safer, Mike immediately bolts for an escape. He's pretty silent about it, but stealth training's got nothing on people waking up for normal reasons.

So good morning, friend. A giant turtle is trying to sneak out your window. Not screaming would be greatly appreciated.]

e.
ok
so like
they put more money on these card thingies eventually, right??

[Because of course he spent all of his within an hour of being here. It's not like they issue credit ratings to guys in the sewer.]

h.
[The anything else option!]

e. can i just say i love you?

[benite]

No, that would require working or someone with money taking pity on you.

Okita Souji (Sakura Saber) | Fate/Grand Order

[cantshootbeams]

B. Raining on Her Parade
[Ah yes, finally. Her time has come. In the midst of a rainy backdrop, an explosion of cherry blossom petals harken the arrival of a young girl clad in a pink hakama, a katana resting sheathed on her hip. Okita doesn’t see anyone in front of her, so she assumes we was summoned facing away from her new Master. Nice, lucky. With this combined with the rain, she’s totally in for the coolest introduction ever. Not moving, she speaks, her mouth letting out a deep voice with an air of cold savagery:]

The Servant, Sakura Saber, has heeded your calls and is summoned to your side. [She turns dramatically, intending to reveal her face whoever summoned her.] I ask of you… Are you my Master?

[But she didn’t see anyone in particular who looked like a magus or protagonist or anyone that had the air of “I SUMMONED THE COOLEST SWORDSMAN EVER.” In fact, it was pretty much hard to see anyone with this torrent of rainfall. Immediately, her intense gaze falls into a dopey, frantic one.]

Eh? Eh...? Hello? Hellooooooooo? [In a significantly lighter voice, she calls out to the open air as if talking into a faulty cellphone, flailing about in slight panic.] Um, this isn’t supposed to be how it goes… Hellooooo! Who summoned meeeeee?! Helloooo?! It’s kind of getting cold, you know…?!

C. Love Love♡Machine
[Okita really doesn’t understand this whole consumerism hubaloo. However, the matchmaking machine that she spotted while surveying the city piqued her interest. It was just strange, seeing people use a machine to test how well they would get along with each other. Can’t that be accomplished through straight up conversation and quality time together? How does this machine work, even?]

Yeunai, huh…? [She mutters the name of the holiday to herself, trying to digest the pronunciation.] From the looks of it, it seem as if it is the same as that “Ba-ren-tain” thingy…

[Out of some childish curiosity, she does end up stepping on a mat as she tries to examine the matchmaking machine more closely, talking to herself.]

Is it really possible to measure something like love, though? I’m not really the expert on this kind of thing… It’s more of Hijikata-san’s field...

G. A Different World, but She’s Still a Disappointment
[Ahh, what a tiring day. It was evening, and Okita had decided to sit at a bench and collect her thoughts.

It turns out she wasn’t summoned to be a Holy Grail War’s Saber, and now she feels more sluggish than usual, given that she can’t teleport around the place anymore. She’s stuck in her pink kimono as well, unable to summon her Haori of Oaths… Wait. If the magic level of this world was low enough to the point she couldn’t use her Noble Phantasms...]

… Does that mean all my skills won’t activate?! [She stood up from the bench, arms raised in victory.] YE---[COUGH.]

[Her cheers and optimism die along with her lungs as blood spews out of her mouth, and she falls forward. Guess even with such low magic here, her Weak Constitution skill was still around.]

H. Wildcard yorokobe shounen

g

[talim]

[ a strange girl coughing up blood, and a doctor. what a combination. jude just happened to be walking by, then... ]

E-Excuse me, miss?! Are you okay? Should I call for help? I'm a doctor, but—

[ he doesn't know how serious her condition might be. ]

giselle | the house in fata morgana

[fleurdelune]

a.
[ It might not be readily apparent who-- or what-- is occupying the other side of the bed. In her slumber, Giselle had tossed, turned, and tugged, enough to gather all of the sheets and blankets around her. The result was something like a cocoon-- or a burrito, maybe? Whatever it was, it was very warm, and she was very content. She snores softly, a sound that's audible through the many protective layers of her new form. ]

f.
[ Giselle has a knack for getting involved when her intentions lie far from involvement, and her foray into a new universe is no exception to this. In the process of asking for directions out of the loud, foreign arcade, she had somehow ended up ushered onto the stage, microphone in hand. A spotlight claps on, and she winces, raising a hand to shield her eyes from the stark and sudden onslaught of light.

She's about to apologize for the misunderstanding and excuse herself, but-- oh? A lilting tune begins, filling the room; the crystalline tones of a piano. As her eyes adjust, she looks around for its source, and notices a large screen situated towards the back of the room. Are those-- lyrics, flashing across it? She looks down at her mic. Hmm...

If she was in Rome, would it really hurt to do as the Romans did? She smiles, opens her mouth, and... ]

We're soooaaarin'... flyyyyin'...

[ Soon she's laughing, twirling, and holding out her mic for the audience to sing along to the parts that were clearly beloved. ]

h. wildcard!

A

[lohengrins]

[ when percival wakes, he's not quite sure what he's expecting. not these days. but you know...

probably not....

a human woman settled next to him, in his bed.

so initially, he stares, brows furrowed as he blinks — and then the reality of this situation sets in...

so, unfortunately, he literally heaves the cocoon into his arms, now standing as he holds this human weight in his arms. ]

State. Your. Name.

czeslaw meyer | baccano!

[undyingone]

A.

[ He remembered dying. He remembered lying in a puddle of his own blood.

Czeslaw lost count of exactly how many times he'd landed in this exact situation. Waking up in a bed was uncommon, but certainly not unusual.

Having the body of a ten-year-old was remarkably handy. He was an expert at using his age to his advantage.

After the eighty-fourth time he'd died, Czeslaw began to wonder if people would walk past his bleeding body if he were a little bit older. ]

Um... hello...? Excuse me...

[ Be bleary-eyed and speak with a hushed tone. That was the key to success. ]

B.

[ How odd. He could have sworn that was the door to the train's supply closet. Czeslaw scowled and crossed his arms over his chest. He should have looked twice before hurling himself into the first hiding spot he could find.

Still, one did not typically expect to find themselves stepping through a door and onto an unfamiliar street. ]

Hmph... Just my luck. Of course it would be raining.

[ Getting soaked like a drowned cat was not how Czeslaw expected to spend his Thursday evening.

He crouched beneath a lonely building's awning. Perhaps the rain would let up soon.

Czeslaw sneezes. ]

E.

[ Who knew asking directions could be so effective at distracting the unsuspecting? Czeslaw turned the "cell phone" over in his hands. It was tiny for a phone.

How did people keep track of them?

(evidently, they didn't.) ]

HAH
too easy
like taking candy from a baby!
wonder how much this goes for
bet i could swipe another

H. Wildcard! Surprise me!

B

[lohengrins]

[ fortunately, there appears to be an umbrella hovering over czeslaw now — less fortunately, there also appears to be a person attached to it. ]

Lead me to your home. You've been here for hours — it's tiring to watch.

vane | granblue fantasy | theres like a 0.04% chance ill actually app but,

[effulgently]

b.
[Wow! That sure is a rainstorm. Despite clearly not being equipped to handle being rained on, however, Vane is soaked from head to toe. He's pretty easy to spot, since he's kind of tall, and loud, and...carrying an umbrella for an old lady, who herself is carrying a bag of groceries.

Look, it's important, okay.]

Just be careful next time, all right? If you tie a loop of string around the handle and put it around your wrist, you won't lose your umbrella again. Oh, but if you need me to help with anything else instead just let me know!

[It might be best to talk to him and encourage him to get somewhere dry and not catch his death out here lest he find another person who needs help getting home, or doing literally anything, given how prone he is to promising to help strangers out.]

e.
How do I find Lancey?
They said something about a number
He's obviously #1?
...
Pushing 1 doesn't do anything
Should I spell out his name?
526...23...9...
...
52623...568...
...
MAYBE IF I JUST PUSH ALL THE NUMBERS

[someone please teach him how a phone works]

h. wildcard
[just make something up vane is an idiot and nothing is too stupid]

you should app because vane is my fav

[potentite]

[Oh no this guy clearly needs some advice on contacting people. Jake will help.]

Try putting 555 before it! All numbers start with that!

[Guess who was raised on movies.]

izetta | izetta: the last witch

[riflew]

a

[ when izetta wakes up and realizes what is happening here, there are a few ways she could react. she could ask who this person is. or where she is, for that matter. instead, though, she immediately leaps to her feet, only to get tangled up in the blankets and

fall right off the bed. whoops. ]

d

[ she pauses to watch the street show. izetta's expression during the whole thing is a little hard to read, admittedly, like she isn't sure what to think about what's happening. actually, on closer inspection, she actually looks mildly uncomfortable.

she will turn to whoever's closest to her and gestures towards the performers. ]

That's interesting, isn't it?

e

EEEEEEEEEEEE
I'M SORRY
I DON'T UNDERSTAND
I JUST FOUND IT I'LL PUT IT BACK

[ she's from like, the 40s, what the fuck is normal texting much less telepathic texting. ]

B

[osteotome]

Did you accidentally take something?

[ ...Somewhere, he tilted back, recoiling from the panicked telepathic texting outburst. ]

leo tsukinaga | ensemble stars!

[eccitato]

B.

Uuuu... [ Unfortunately, Leo is currently one of the numerous people that got stuck in the rain, miserable and wet, the high-collared hood of his hoodie pulled up over his head. It hasn't stopped him from looking a bit like a drowned cat, though, sulky and cold and wishing that he was back in Sena House and under the kotatsu with Little John and her babies. He hasn't figured out how to use this weird new power that he got, not yet, but he's not sure if it would help him to - to create an umbrella, or whatever. ]

You'd thi~nk if the aliens were going to kidnap someone, aaaall over again, they'd do them the favor of giving them an umbrella..!

[ ok leo

Snuffling into the collar of his hoodie, he crosses his arms with a hmph, his shoulders hunching up. And then there's a little ha... ha... just before he takes an even sharper, more sudden breath and sneezes abruptly and loudly. ]

Ugh! This is the wor~st, where's Sena!? He'd have tissues, and an umbrella, even if he'd be a great big nag...

[ A more pathetic sniffle, and he turns to the nearest person. Sorry, person. ] Ne ne, you don't have a tissue, do you? [ sniff ]

C.

[ But this - this is more his style!

Delighted, after observing others going on the mats before him, and harassing somebody nearby to tell him more about it, Leo is keenly interested in seeing what the readout is for him and anybody that he can snag. This... will be literally anybody that he can snag, honestly, especially anyone that he finds to look particularly interesting. (Read as: a majority of people, since he knows literally no one that he's come across so far.) ]

You, you there~! Yes, you!! ☆

[ So he swoops up to whoever might slow down out of curiosity, or inconvenience of people nearby that may be in their path. He's not tall, and he's pretty scrawny looking, but he's astoundingly strong - all of his weight comes from wiry muscle that he's honed via wrestling moves that he pulls out of nowhere. Thankfully, he doesn't whip any of those out now (yet), and instead snags a poor, unsuspecting victim by the wrist, eyes bright and up to something. ]

You're looking for love, right? Right? Surely you must be, and lucky for you, you've run into the king! ☆ Let's see if you're the perfect match! Wahahaha!! ♪

E.

[ Leo being Leo, he's... well, we apologize in advance for the fact that his thoughts are an unending stream of literally everything that pops into his head. All of it has the undercurrent of music, compositions that he's thinking about whether he's already written them or hasn't penned out just yet. Everything is pretty catchy, at the very least, so you have that going for you, probably. He is goddamn talented, after all.

... unfortunately, he sucks at lyrics. So there's also a lot of nonsense, along the vein of childish, immature narration of literally everything he's doing at the moment or observations that he's having. This ranges from stupid shit like aliens~ the aliens came for me again, so uchuu to them~ because, yeah, he's going to stick with the whole "alien abduction" shtick that he's used and transfer it here.

Eventually, though, he gets a little annoyed: ] hey hey hEY
you guys are being really really loud and it's realy really distracting!!!
the naked king can't get an~y work done if you're going to keep doing that, so you'll have to be punished
nobody wants that, right? riiight? so behave before the inspiration leaves me and i'll have to do something about it ☆

WILDCARD.

[ Honestly, you will 50000% find Leo at the Chips! prompt, and running around writing on various surfaces as inspiration strikes. Hit me up here or at folklores if you've got an idea. ♥ ]

E

[speckling]

Ahahaha! My bad, my bad, Leo-san. It's weird to have to maintain the volume of my own thoughts. Usually they can be as loud as I want without worry, and obviously I don't mind~

If your inspiration runs off because of me, I'll be sure to catch it and bring it for you though, okay?

Ahsoka Tano | Star Wars

[snippings]

A.

[Well, she's not on Mortis anymore. But she's also not back on her ship. As soon as her eyes open, she's met with an entirely unfamiliar view, although it is pretty comfy. With an ironically tired sigh, she pushes herself up out of the bed and stands up. Ahsoka dusts herself off as she takes a glance at her would-be bed buddy, with a look of irritation that's not necessarily directed at them.]

You know, this is probably about the last thing I expected... Which says a lot, honestly.

[And then she adds, as if she's suddenly remembered,]

Oh, and sorry. I guess? I don't know?

B.

[This is all very cute, in a way, and not something she's ever experienced. Of course, it might not be something she should even be joking about, but Ahsoka's here all the same. Hey, she's curious and the results probably don't mean anything anyways. Smirking, she looks to whoever's joined her.]

Just warning you, but there's a super high likelihood of it being 0%. Oh, it's not you, though! Or maybe it could be, but I mean, it's probably me. No offense or anything.

E.

[While the feeling isn't entirely unusual for her, Ahsoka still finds herself broadcasting without realizing it.]

This is strange... I can't feel the Force, and yet I can feel others reaching out to me. It's like I'm not even trying and then when I do, nothing! I wonder what Anakin would do...

a

[nunchaku]

If you were really sorry, you'd let me go back to sleep.

[Despite the grumbling he's already getting to his feet, way more up and alert than he wants to be. Mike's read enough comics to know that when the hero wakes up somewhere unfamiliar with a stranger it probably means they're going to have to fight their way out of a death trap. Instinctively, he reaches for his nunchaku only to find them gone. Great. So it's fighting his way out of a death trap with a couple of shuriken and dumb luck. Can't have things being too easy.]

So. You remember any more about who grabbed you than I do?

Nero Claudius | Fate

[chaoticrose]

A. Waking up together

[ Grateful. Enchanted. The most beloved of Fortuna's blessed. Meager ways to explain the sentiment one may feel to find themselves in bed with the fifth Roman Emperor, a ( boisterously self-proclaimed ) goddess among mortals. Had the figure beside her noticed yet? Though tyrant she may be called, to allow them to remain ignorant for any longer would require a cruelty she did not possess. ]

Umu, I shall awaken you with a song! A melody so divine, my subjects begged me to stop! Fufu... they wanted to keep the experience all to themselves! Now...

[ She takes a deep breath. Commence the shrill rude awakening. ]

C. Matchmaking!

88%.

[ In other words, far more than acceptable. It was a rating that most couples cold only dream of! A future brimming with promised possibilities, near within their grasp as long as they worked towards it, hand in hand!

A shame that Nero was stuck on that 12% ]

This small margin of error-- were it the battlefield, I would have no concerns. But in the realm of relationships, it's demand for tragedy would be acknowledged. Not promptly, like a blade to the throat. But quiet, unassuming, like a drop of poison on a slithering thread. This must be nipped at the bud.

We must raise it to 100%.

H. Wildcard

[ THROW BOUQUETS OF WHATEVER YOU FANCY! ]

A

[witchwithoutacause]

[ Asleep is one way to describe how Amanda feels, in bed with a Roman emperor. It's nice, she hasn't been sleeping very well lately, so actually getting to just sleep hard like this is a treat- ]

Wh-ahuh?

[ Is her intelligent first response to tumbling out of bed as an alarm goes off.

...wait that's just someone singing. ]

Whoa whoa whoa what's going on?!

honebami toushirou | touken ranbu

[osteotome]

B.
[ Heavy Shehui rain in the forecast? Not a problem, apparently. The rain doesn't seem to bother Honebami at all, walking along the streets and trying to figure out his surroundings. He can't do that by hanging under shelter after all, so here he is, taking a brisk walk without being fazed. ]

Haa... Achoo! It doesn't stop...

[ Okay, maybe the cold part of the rain is getting to him. He has to stop to moves hi hair off his face too, making it hard to see what's even in from of him. That's a good opportunity as any... Someone please get him somewhere dry. ]


E.
[ Someone here doesn't realize the telepathic message thing, as expected for a newbie. Finally he gives in and has to say something about it... it's very distracting and he has things to do!

...On this shiny new phone. ]

I've been trying to clear out the messages on this for the past few minutes.

They just keep coming though.

I just want to take pictures of these new cats before they leave again.

[ The pale-colored one with a peach-shaped mark on its rear is being very evasive. ]


G.
[ Well if there are benches to mope on, Honebami will take one. That's not to say the things Shehui's offering aren't fun, they are. People are pretty nice and friendly, even to strangers.

But yes, the "kidnapped and finding himself stuck in a strange world without finding anyone he recognizes" part of this dawns on him. It's one of those things that can finally catch up to you when you've had a moment to rest. So here he is on one, with his knees drawn up to his chest. ]

...

[ He does look up from time to time, watching the passerby. By now he knows that there are new people like him and not from here. He's holding onto some hope. There are lot of swords his master managed to gather, the odds aren't aren't the worst. Luck is up in the air though... Honestly, company would be a little nice, even if he's being gloomy. ]


H.
[ Wildcard option! I'm cool with all of these prompts, or whatever shenanigan you might have in mind! ]

b

[talim]

[ the rain had started abruptly, and jude was on his way to the nearest cafe to seek shelter himself when he comes across this sorry sight. ]

H-Hey! You'll catch a cold just standing out here!

[ jude strides forward until he's by his side, giving him a once-over. ]

Come on. Let's hurry up and get somewhere dry. Follow me.

ace d. portgas | one piece

[hotarubii]

a.

( Ace can fall asleep any time, anywhere, and he often does; as such, it's not weird for him to wake up in weird places. It just reminds him of dozing on the Moby Dick and waking up on a new island.

Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, Ace groans a little and sits up.

Then the realization that he's dead just floods into him ... or is that a dream?

It certainly doesn't feel like one. As if to dislodge the thoughts, he shakes his head a bit hard and resolves to come back to that later.

But it doesn't work.

He's adept at being able to push back thoughts in order to work through the task at hand, sure, but ... not in death.

Yet he starts a little once he hears someone speak from the bed, behind him ...)

b.

( A winter island in summer, perhaps?

He should be used to this.

Yet, oddly enough, he finds himself positively shivering. He never shivers.

When you're made of fire, you don't really need clothes to keep warm. Although he finds, here, that he can't turn into fire or conjure it up so easily and, ah, that must be it, why he's so cold here. He turns to the nearest person, rubbing at his upper arms with his hands. )

Ah, pardon me ... Do you know where someone new like me could hole up until this rain passes? I'm ... sort of not used to this.

c.

( Ace finds himself walking quickly and with purpose, trying to head somewhere to get something to eat; Gods, he's starving. Yet before he can reach such an establishment, he find himself stopping in his tracks once a machine lights up.

He's heard about Yeunai; how could one possibly not, it's been advertised so heavily.
While he's not condemning it, it's not really something he's seeking out either.

But since it's already spitting out the information when he's stepped on so close with someone else, he stops to read out of curiosity.)

H-huh? 75% ... ?

h.

( hit me up with whatever you like!! )

b

[witchwithoutacause]

I dunno if I wanna walk around with a weird shirtless guy.

[ Okay, that's mean, he was probably on vacation or something when they brought him here. ]

Most of these places aren't gonna let you in without a shirt I bet so you probably just wanna fix that first.

Narsus | The Heroic Legend of Arslan

[courtpainter]

A.

[ Waking up next to a stranger is not the oddest thing Narsus has ever done, but it is rather concerning. He's pretty sure he wasn't that drunk last night; the prince needs him to keep his wits for the time being, even when they've cause for celebration.

As confusing as that is, it's not as confusing as the rest of their surroundings. Even the material of the bedding isn't quite like what he's used to, and as he takes notice of that, more and more oddities catch his eye. He blinks up at the strange light fixture on the ceiling, the odd device with numbers on it on the nightstand. His eyes follow the clock's second hand, watching it arc its way step by step across the face, before finally reaching out to prod the device gently with a fingertip. It's made of some kind of material he's never felt before.

He turns back to his bedmate, checking to see if they've woken yet, and pokes them if they haven't. ] Where are we?

[ The 'who are you' part is also important, but priority is on the strangest thing first. ]

C.
[ When in Rome, and all that. Not that Narsus would know where Rome was if you asked him. Having gotten his bearings as well as he's likely to in the immediate future, Narsus is wandering the streets, seeing the sights and taking in the local culture. He's way out of his depth technologically, but these mats seem harmless enough. He steps forward onto one carefully, and waits for it to take a reading. ]

You are 45% compatible. You have some potential, but it's not time to start planning the bridal shower yet.

[ A cheerful smile is directed toward whoever he's standing next to. ] I wonder if I could bring one of these home? I know someone there I wouldn't mind hearing that message.

G.
[ Having done some looking around, Narsus has now found somewhere quieter to be while he regroups and considers his predicament. He's not just sitting and meditating, though: somewhere in the shopping districts, he's managed to acquire some cheap art supplies, and now he's staring rather intensely at a nearby statue, pencil darting back and forth across the paper as he sketches it.

He probably won't notice if you look over his shoulder, but you may not want to: it's hard to even recognize the statue from a glance at the strange mess on the sketchpad. ]

H.

[ Have another idea? He's probably poking his nose into all kinds of things throughout the day, all despite being totally unfamiliar with any technology more advanced than a ballista. ]

A

[sharpestsword]

[ There was no one else in her bed when she went to sleep she's certain of that. Her roommates are all accounted for. One's in jail and this doesn't look like the other. This isn't a man she recognizes at all. His presence startled her, but she hasn't determined whether he's a threat. She watches warily until he addresses her and she finally sits up. ]

This is my room.

Olivier Armstrong | Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood

[briggs_strong]

Arrival in the Rain
She’d blinked, for just a moment the sun had gotten caught in her eye as she left that Ishvalan with his orders to work alongside Miles. Now though she was staring up at clouds as the rain began to fall, it was cold but it was nowhere the cold of Briggs. If it had then it might have been of concern. For the moment though Olivier simply inspected her surroundings, not moving from the middle of the street where she had. Instead, she reached for her sword, thinking perhaps this was some final trick by that bastard who’d been the cause of all the problems they’d had to deal with. To her annoyance though, Olivier found the weapon gone from her side, the family heirloom that she was never without missing. Looking towards the closest person amidst the downpour the glare she gave enough to make a grown man cower,

“What is the meaning of this?!? Why am I here?”

F: Observing the foolish
It was clear that she was going to be whatever this land was for some time, and apparently, there was some kind of festival or celebration going on. However, Olivier was not one to get so caught up in the sentimental or romantic garbage as others. It was pathetic and made her sick. Instead, she’d decided to get something to eat but had apparently stumbled into a whole different foolishness and now they’re attempting to drag her on stage. After a few glares and possibly threatening to put one of them through the monitor, they’d backed off. So now she was just sitting at a table off to the side looking rather unimpressed, insisting she has no interest when they still come by to ask.

G: Park Bench
Was everyone here some kind of lovestruck idiot or an ignorant fool? Olivier had yet to see one person that seemed to have any strength behind them, only people too lost in pointless matters that were easily manipulated and lacked a spine. Taking a moment she took a seat on one of the benches in a nearby park, taking advantage of the moment to straighten her thoughts. It was clear that this was not Amestris, nor were the people here even slightly aware of the events that had occurred. She could conclude it wasn’t Drachma either, meaning she had been taken to someplace different. She wasn’t an alchemist, so it couldn’t have been that Gate that the Elric’s had told her about, so what purpose was there to bring her to this world?

Shehui, that was the name she’d heard mentioned. That much she knew, soon she’d need to find work as well a residence. In addition, she would need to practice with this technology and these messages that were finding their way into her head, she was entirely certain they belonged to those around her given that now that she was away from the crowd it was much quieter.

H: Wildcard
[Open invitation, throw whatever you have at me.]

arrival.

[insubordination]

[ honestly, roy hasn't been thinking of anyone in particular arriving in shehui, but he has been keeping a lookout for people he finds vaguely familiar. he's mostly been on the lookout for the elrics, or the rest of his team, but roy supposes it would be his luck to stumble across major general olivier mira armstrong in the midst of a downpour.

as roy has his registered carer (tm) with him, he does have an umbrella -- and suddenly, olivier is out of the rain as roy appears to shelter her from the sudden storm, with a somewhat hurried salute as he's juggling the umbrella with his other hand. ]

Major General.

[ his tone is surprised, but also somewhat relieved. if anyone were to show up in shehui that could assist in the situation, it would be the northern wall herself.

he pauses for only half a moment before he asks: ]

Are you alright?