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May 2022 TDM

MAY 2022 TDM
Another month, another test drive meme! Our test drive memes are open to anyone interested - regardless of whether or not you join our game!

All Test Drive Memes are game canon. Players can choose to keep their TDM threads canon or not. TDM threads can be used for AC and can be used as your writing sample for your application.

Our TDMs serve as a way to build into the actual lore and worldbuilding of Deer Country and we strongly encourage everyone to enjoy and participate! Current players are always welcome to pull prompts from the TDM to reference on the Network or bring into logs as well as tag out to new characters top-leveling on the TDM itself.

Characters will always be able to actively die during TDMs as this is an extremely dangerous world. You can still have this be game canon! Check out how character death in Deer Country works here.

If you have any questions about the TDM, please ask down below!

IMAGE DESCRIPTORS IN ORDER OF APPEARANCE

Prompt One
[Image One: Two woven baskets of freshly picked blueberries sitting in a field. ]
[Image Two: A close up of oranges and blossoms still hanging from a tree in the sunlight. ]

Prompt Two
[Image One: Precious Moments Figuring turned into a zombie ]
[Image Two:Vampiric, Monstrous Angel Statue ]

Prompt Three
[Image One: A disembodied snake eye. ]
[Image Two: A spiraling clock, indicating a time loop. ]

STANDARD ARRIVAL
WHEN: Upon Arrival
WHERE: The Farther Shores/The Boardwalk
CONTENT WARNINGS: Memory shares, violent behavior, obsessive behavior, potential for stalking, forced sexual desire


You're one of the lucky ones. Your journey is smooth sailing and you wind up exactly where you're supposed to: on the Farther Shores. You grow out of your squid body without a hitch, either with the help of another Sleeper or one of the Wakers, and you get to discover this new world. All new Sleepers might take some time to find their bearings. It might be tricky to remember how to use your body parts the way you're supposed to. You might stumble around the beach or forget how to talk - but don't worry! It'll come back to you sooner or later.

Hopefully, you've found something to wear, either in your Welcoming Bag or otherwise, and can start familiarizing yourself with your surroundings. Maybe you help some other squids out on the beach. Waking up sucks! You feel for the little guys. And hey, maybe you're hoping one of those squids is a good friend...Stranger things have happened.

SEASONAL DETAILS ON THE BOARDWALK


Due to the increasing heat, people in Trench will be dressed in cool summer outfits, made of fabrics that are best for air circulation and cooling to the touch. The boardwalk is filled with merchants who are selling all kinds of freshly picked fruit. It's rare to get this kind of bounty in agricultural growth, so it seems like everyone in Trench is taking advantage of it, stocking up so they can make preserves and jams or even freeze it for when winter comes. For the most part, eating the fruit is completely harmless; in fact, consuming fruit will fill someone with a sense of calm and ease, providing immense relief from corruption for those who are being afflicted with it. People will be drawn to eat any and all fruit, even if it's not a kind they would normally eat, or even if it's something that they hate to eat in the first place.

There are some fruits that end up coming with some mild... side effects, though. It can take a little bit for it to get into a person's system, so it may be difficult to attach the strange events with the fruit itself. The more fruit that's consumed, the heavier and longer lasting the effects will be. Eating uncontaminated fruit can help to shorten the effects.

The fruit that cause effects are:

APPLES: Consuming apples, either raw or baked, will result in the uncontrolled ability to share your memories with others. This could be transferred through touch, through eye contact, or even projected from nowhere in a movie-like fashion for everyone to see. How the memories are shared is up to each individual player. Please make sure to mark for any individual content warnings that the memories may come with.

LEMONS: Eating lemons, even just the juice when it's added to other things like custard or sauces, or drinking lemonade, will fill people with a feeling of extreme lust. Even for people who normally don't get arouse may find themselves experiencing heavy desire. While this is normally/primarily sexual, it's not required; lemons can cause a lust for anything, such as for blood. If it is sexual, it will not make people go against their innate gender preferences (i.e. a gay man will still only feel lustful thoughts towards men) and it will not force people to partake in sexual acts that they wouldn't normally consent to. Please remember we have a strict policy against rape and sexual assault plots.

GRAPES: Eating grapes will cause someone to become highly obsessive. This can be over anything: maybe they'll feel they have to put things in a certain order, or they'll become highly focused on a particular task. Or maybe they'll even become obsessed with a specific individual and they won't stop thinking about them, or talking about them, or even want to leave them alone. This can result in stalking-like behavior and can escalate as high as a player wishes. Grapes have to be consumed in their natural state in order for this to have an impact: eating grape jam seems to not have the same effect for unknown reasons.

RASPBERRIES: Raspberries will cause an individual to become hyper-aggressive and violent. They'll take everything as a challenge and they'll be ready for a fight at the drop of a hat. Where they might normally have backed off or called a draw in a spar, they'll push their usual boundaries and won't want to end a fight until one or both parties are dead. They'll find themselves lashing out at others without cause and if they're not careful, they may find themselves going on a murder spree.

BLUEBERRIES: Eating blueberries will temporarily give someone the gift of healing. No matter how terrible the injury, touching another person will allow them to heal their wounds entirely. They'll be able to cure illnesses, ease mental health symptoms, and even regrow limbs if they've been freshly lost. The more blueberries consumed, the more intense an injury they'll be able to heal. This only counts for whole blueberries, though it doesn't seem to matter if they're dried or fresh. Baked/cooked blueberries, both in pies or in jams, will cause the opposite effect: those who consume cooked blueberries will cause injuries/illnesses with every touch.

FIENDISH MOMENTS
WHEN: The Last Week of May and First Week of June
WHERE: Inside Buildings throughout Trench
CONTENT WARNINGS: Stalking, Small Monsters, Induced Emotion (Fear), Twisted Precious Moments dolls


They appear in the most innocuous of settings. There's really no warning to what is coming other than that, for some strange reason the native residents of Trench begin to show signs of increasing nervousness as the month changes over. They make warding signs when they think nobody is looking and stare over their shoulders, as if trying to make sure that nobody is there. If asked, they will assure the Sleepers that nothing is wrong and that they just feel spooked for no apparent reason. It happens in Trench from time to time. Yet, the number of people who dress in gaudy colors decreases rapidly in the last week of June, everyone seeming to favor somber, drab and easily ignored clothes until the malaise passes. They may not be able to put a finger on it, but something is going on.

The reality becomes more obvious whenever anyone visits one of the shops in town. Amongst the various articles that are for sale seem to be small and apparently harmless looking figurines of angelic figures and cherubic, idyllic humans. Anyone hailing from an Earth in the 21st or 22nd century might recognize these as very similar to a line of ceramic figures that were very popular in their world. They look ever so nostalgic in a sort of cheap, hallmark-esque kind of way and there's an urge to buy one that is felt the moment that they're seen. It's easily resisted and it may even feel just strange enough to have the urge that characters might be creeped out by it, but maybe refusing to buy is the unwise choice.

Anyone who resists the urge finds that the figure thus spurned has a way of popping up, seemingly in the corner of their vision, only when they do it is always somehow different. When they look at it directly it appears completely normal, but out of the corner of the eye they seem to convert into small, demonic, monstrous apparitions who look ready to do harm to the person. Their gaze spawns fear and terror in even the most stalwart of hearts and if someone pointedly tries to turn away, they will find that they are attacked by the little imps. They're dangerous, harmful, but defeatable. However, they seem nearly indestructible. No amount of physical harm stops them, and even if you survive one attack, they just keep appearing.

The only way to get these troublesome pests off of your back is for the person who originally spurned them to apologize to them, sincerely. The next time they are in a shop, they should make a trade to 'purchase' them, whatever it takes and put them in a place of honor and pride in their home, at which point the 'curse' seems to lift and their home feels surprisingly safe for the next week before they are just mysteriously gone.

EYE ON YOU
WHEN: The Month of June
WHERE: Anywhere in Trench
CONTENT WARNINGS: Dissociative Episodes, Loss of Time, Warped Reality


It isn't the first time something like this has ever happened to those who were once trapped by Julia Sodder's nightmares, but this certainly might feel like the most petty example. One day, you are traveling through the town, and you take an action. It literally does not matter what action it might be, only that it is something that you regret. Perhaps you took a wrong turn and it cost you ten minutes in getting to work. Maybe you took too long getting ready in the morning. It might have been a harsh word that hurt someone's feelings. It doesn't really matter how significant or insignificant the act was, save only that you regretted the action.

At some point in the day, the feeling that you are being watched will become unavoidable. A look to your left or right will find a basketball sized Eye that is floating off of the ground, observing you. Most know who and what Remina is, and that the indestructible Pthumerian just watches every event that transpires in their own way, but the gaze seems for some reason very intent. It furrows and squints, and the next time your character blinks they find themselves back. It's a few hours ago. Before the mistake, before the error. You remember everything that transpired but not why this has happened, only that you are going back through the last two hours of your life all over again. The moment that anything is done that feels 'out of place,' that anything is changed within that time period that is not the correct change there is a foreboding feeling of the eye watching. They have minutes. Perhaps to plead with someone to help them, to ask for information, anything, but at the end of that time, they will look to see Remina again, angrier this time. A blink and now they and whoever they last interacted with are caught in the loop and there are letters in blood on the wall.

G̴̬͙͘Ḛ̴̠͓̼̋̅T̵͖̯́̌͘ ̸̯̘́͒͋͑Ì̴͙T̶͙̞̆̀ ̶̪͕̥̣̔Ṙ̴̨̥͉̳͒̑͋I̴͚̼̓̀G̶̛͖̱Ḩ̸̧̣̙̈́T̷͉͉͑̾̕ ̸͙͛̽̿Ṯ̸̨͠H̴̬͒͆͑͘I̶̡̗̼͌̚͝S̶̢̹̫̣̈̈́͋ ̷̳̔̓̆T̴̡̚I̶̺͓͆̀Ṁ̸̤̊E̶͙̹͊̇͝


There is no true punishment for getting it wrong, other than that the two of you are stuck reliving those two hours over and over again until they 'get it right.' However, this can be an infuriating experience because of just how exact Remina can be when she is petty. Getting it right means that you have to do exactly what you originally did, but when you get to the point you regretted? You fix that one thing, and only that one thing. In that moment, there will feel like a relief lifted from your shoulders and you will be free to go about your day. Did you learn your lesson? Good.

Because Remina is always watching you. Always.

CODING
ooting: (and love is a riddle)

anya forger | spy x family

[personal profile] ooting 2022-05-24 07:53 am (UTC)(link)
[no plans of apping! pls lmk first if you're willing to have Anya read your character's mind and to what extent.]

ARRIVAL

Anya doesn't want gross vegetables. [The voice is high-pitched, the kind of voice you'd expect to hear from a small child. Sure enough, there's a little girl staring up at the vendor with a scrunched-up expression, clearly annoyed by the selection of fruits and vegetables on display.] Anya wants peanuts. Don't you have peanuts?

[At the apologetic response, Anya's face seems to fall immediately.]

No peanuts? [Oh no. Oh no. The foundations of Anya's world are shaking. She staggers away, troubled by this, sniffling just a bit but being so, so brave about this. Mama and Papa and Bond would be so proud of her if they were here!

At the thought of them, she sniffles again, because they're not here. She can't find their minds in the crowd, and it's getting so loud and she is all alone and she knows she wanted to come here but she's all alone and she wants to go home now and they don't even have peanuts here and they probably don't even have Spy Wars and—]


Anya wants to go home. [Another sniff.] Anya will even study real good if I can go home!

[Oh god this kid is going to have a very public breakdown. Maybe you should come help?]

THE DOLLS

[This is not the strangest sight there is in Trench, but it's certainly up there: a tiny pink-haired child angrily, furiously tossing a creepy doll so hard it topples over a trash can. Anya stomps her foot in anger, and points at the doll with a trembling finger.]

Stop following me! I don't want to play with you, you're creepy! [Hmph! She turns on her heel and stomps away, then stops and whirls back around.

The doll's gone.

The doll's gone.]


Oh, nooooooo. [Her head swivels around, and she settles quickly for someone who seems big enough to protect her from the creepy doll. She darts towards them and immediately hides behind their legs, clinging to them and peeking out.] Can you see it? Can you see it? Anya can't see it, is it still following me? Anya already has a doll, I don't want another one, it's so scaryyyyyy.

WILD CARD

[have an idea not covered by the above? use this option or hmu at [plurk.com profile] mollymauktealeaf and we'll hash something out!]
playfulnightmare: Road with an astonished look (What the hell was that?)

[personal profile] playfulnightmare 2022-05-24 09:23 am (UTC)(link)
Sooo, for the Apple memories do they be have to canon memories? Can they be implied canon memories? Mostly asking because Road's actual past is a mystery.
likethelight: (39)

[personal profile] likethelight 2022-05-24 12:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ strangled squeaking noises!! ]
playfulnightmare: (It's our little secret)

[personal profile] playfulnightmare 2022-05-24 01:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[I'm very sorry and not sorry at all]
likethelight: (53)

[personal profile] likethelight 2022-05-24 01:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ NOR SHOULD YOU BE oh my god he's going to hate this so much. In a place like the "Waking World" too!!! Of course she'd also be here. ]
abornfighter: (concern)

Arrival

[personal profile] abornfighter 2022-05-24 01:19 pm (UTC)(link)
(ooc: Mind reading is fine. Thoughts are in italics.)]

[Oh. Oh no. Considering the dangers of this place, it's concerning to see little kids here. At least she knows Klee can make bombs and is fairly independent. But this little girl looks even younger. Younger than Klee, younger than Tory's brother back home, Brandon. The girl's distress sets off all of Tory's protective instincts.]

/Oh shit, a little kid wound up here? She can't be any older than six. I can't just leave her walking around on her own like that. What if she runs into a monster?/

[She approaches the small girl, crouching down so that she's facing her at eye level before speaking.]

/Wow, the one time I'd actually want to wear that princess outfit and I left it at home.../

Hey. Are you lost?
blessedwithlove: (Default)

White Mask Varré 🏶 Elden Ring

[personal profile] blessedwithlove 2022-05-24 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[OOC: Hello all! I'm here to test drive, hopefully in preparation for applying to the game. I've got a (mostly) completed application here, and permissions here, should anyone want to read either.]

1. Awakening

He's lying on the sand. There are lights in the distance, figures on the shore. But he's been washed up at some remove from them all. Or perhaps there's someone near--he can barely lift his head. Just out of reach, a worn and discolored white mask lies half-buried, one blank eye staring at him.

Memories grow within him like his slowly solidifying bones. This... seems familiar.

He'd lain much like this, praying for strength, but too weak to crawl.

Emotion is coiled in wait, prowling those memories like a stalking beast, but it hasn't sunk its claws in yet.

There's no pain. His body feels... unfinished, but completely whole, unmarked. He raises a hand to touch his forehead, to a red brand in the shape of a trident. It still burns faintly to the touch. His hair hangs limply, veiling his face--Oh. His face.

He reaches for the mask, trembling with the effort.

2. Apples

There's so many people, and more startlingly, they're seemingly of sound mind. There might be more sane people within a few paces than in all of Limgrave. It's... quite overwhelming.

He's in his uniform again, looking all the more worse for wear from sand and salt water. But his mask is largely unchanged, still the placid face of mercy. That gives him the space to center himself, slowly worrying at the palm of one hand while he tries to think.

There's stability to be found in practical matters. He hasn't eaten in... well, it doesn't matter how long, he's hungry now. And the fruit for sale looks very tempting.

He has nothing to barter with, but he's not so proud that he won't play the part of a poor wretch in need of charity. With his bedraggled state, barely a word's needed before a merchant hands him an apple.

He retreats a little from the crowd, tipping his mask up just enough to take a bite.

[OOC: I have several options prepared, for anybody who might want them! If anything in the content warnings looks like it could be unpleasant for you, let me know and I can tailor things to accommodate your desires. Let me know if you'd like...
1. A horrible memory Varré remembers fondly (CW kidnapping, religious indoctrination, blood)
2. A memory of manipulation with a visually stunning backdrop (CW mentions of body horror, but you get to look at a really cool tree)
3. A memory of his loneliness (CW religious indoctrination, mention of the Greek myth levels of sketchy behavior involving Mohg and Miquella)
4. A memory of his final moments (CW blood, death, potentially making you feel bad for a terrible person)
]

3. Wildcard

[Want something from one of the other prompts? Something else entirely? Feel free to suggest anything you feel like! I'm available on Plurk at [plurk.com profile] PaleAntiquarian, Discord at CellarSpider#9984, or you can PM me on this journal.]
yandhero: (010)

2 with a twist

[personal profile] yandhero 2022-05-24 07:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[ a bit further away in the crowd - a few people over, no further - a young lady in her teens takes a bite of an apple, glancing over at the man pushing his mask up. and in that moment, that single little coincidental timing, a connection is made.

varré sees, in his mind's eye:

"I want to do the same for you. No, more than that- I want to do better for you, Himiko-chan. I... I..."

a brown-haired, brown-eyed young woman faces the memory's holder, biting her tongue hard enough to draw blood. darkblood tumbles from her lips, a little glittering rivulet running down her chin. and- and it's beautiful. it's amazing. it's for her, given freely, and she wants to drink her beautiful sayo up right there and then.

the brown-haired girl - sayo? - draws a protective rune in the sand, apologizing for the wait with an awkward laugh. she mimics the gestures, the lines, in the memory holder's cheek - and then she leans in for a kiss. the ward activates with a chime, the knowledge that it's finally safe to let the blood spill rolls in, and- and-

a single thought, as bold as any voiced part of the memory: i'll need to ask her to show me again. and then she kisses her beloved, bleeding sayo, taking that fresh darkblood between her lips with an ecstatic little sigh.


the memory ends there. but perhaps himiko will be seeing something herself, too...?
]
blessedwithlove: (Dynasty 2)

[personal profile] blessedwithlove 2022-05-24 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[He barely sees the girl before the vision strikes. For that moment, he knows her truth, her love for another. And the taste of strange, dark blood on his tongue suddenly pulls free a memory from the haze of his recent rebirth.

He kneels amidst the others on the ancient stones. In was once a funerary temple dedicated to a bygone kingdom, now the heart of a nascent dynasty. The hills beneath the palace are is lit in the eternal starlight of the river valley, but here, the rich red flame of truth burns. He can feel its heat against his bare face, the brand on his forehead throbbing dully.

The gentle rasp of his lord's voice has drawn so close now, and it's all he can do not to shiver. "Faithful service shall be rewarded now, and forever."

A long, gnarled finger catches so delicately beneath his chin, lifting him to stand. To look up, and face his Lord. That transfixing eye, beneath a crown of twisting horns.

One of the nobles brings forward a bowl, and Luminary Mohg pierces one of his own veins with a claw, the blood flaring with red light as it touches the air. Each assembled for the sacrament will drink, then their own blood will be taken to refill the measure taken. The noble blood will be diluted, its agonizing power made more bearable for those who cannot withstand it.

But today, he will be the first.

"Drink, most honored servant of the Dynasty, and know my blessing."

He accepts the bowl with both hands, bowing his head in reverence. Takes the space of a single, shuddering breath to behold it.

The blood shimmers with ever-shifting whorls upon its dark surface. Beautiful.
Divine.

He lifts the bowl to drink, and steels himself for the pain.]
yandhero: (006)

[personal profile] yandhero 2022-05-24 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she doesn't recognize the place, the flame, even the 'starry' skies. she doesn't need to, is the thing. because she recognizes the feeling of it all. she recognizes that worship, that love, that undying emotion inside him.

and she recognizes the scent, the feeling, the taste of the blood, more than anything.
]

Hey, heeeey. [ she makes a beeline for him through the crowd, easily dodging past any bystanders with only tiny shifts of her weight and balance. ] You understand too, right? Just how lovely blood can be.

[ she stops, barely feet away. if he lets her, she'll even reach forward to take his hands in hers. it's not a romantic gesture - not even a little - but it is the kind of intimacy only a teenage girl can show a close friend. ]

...I didn't expect it, but he was pretty cute, wasn't he? Your Lord~
blessedwithlove: (Default)

[personal profile] blessedwithlove 2022-05-24 10:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[His mask was hurriedly set back to rights. Who was this girl? He had a name, somehow he'd heard her name through her own ears. She didn't have any marks of the Luminary's adherents, nor blood-drunk eyes. But she had the same fervor. If the memory hadn't felt so real, he'd suspect her enthusiasm was a trap.

Was it possible that the Formless Mother gave her patronage to others as well?
]

Blood is the purest expression of life and love.

[A new recruit would usually need weeks of observation and goading, but she was--

He withdrew one hand from hers, affronted.
]

You see the face of the Lord of Blood and call Him cute? I can't fault your fervor, but perhaps your sense.
playfulnightmare: (Hidden sweetness)

Road Kamelot | Paleblood

[personal profile] playfulnightmare 2022-05-25 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
Arrival

[Road blinks and looks down at her hands. She remembers only being a speck in her dream world, unable to form a physical body. Getting up, absolutely unbothered by her nudity. Road stretches to survey the area. It's not where she was before, but a new place. There's vague memories of being a squid. Perhaps she will find new playthings that will entertain her. But she'll go along and hum a little tune to find some clothes. Ugh, she hates the feeling of the sand on her feet. S

As she walks along the shore, she puts on her best innocent girl look when Road sees a person before approaching them.]


Hey Mister/Miss, you mind helping out a poor little girl find some clothes?


Applefied Memories

[Road picked up a piece of apple pie as she nicked a few minutes ago. Wandering in the forest to find any amusing monsters to play with. Usually, she would have sat down to eat the pie with tea, but she hadn't seen any suitable place to do so. Besides, she wanted to figure this place before finding a few playthings or see if her family was here. As she walks, she carelessly bumps into someone. As soon as this happens, a memory appears in the person's mind]

A) Happy Homecoming

There's a hobo, with ridiculously oversized coke bottle glasses, wearing a long sleeved gray shirt and pants with suspenders standing looking vaguely amused. In the background, you can hear the sounds of people bickering, a crash of plates, a sudden silence before someone obviously giving a lecture. The hobo shakes his head before opening his arms, and suddenly the scene rushes before colliding into the man. He lets out an oof before chuckling once more and being enveloped in a hug. She speaks, even if it's slightly muffled because of her current position.

"Tyki! You're home! Ugh, do you have to dress like that? You look awful. You've been away soooo long. Come on. You're going to play with me. Then, we're going somewhere to eat. You're paying. "

The lecture is still going on as they move towards a rather large house, The man chuckles as he lets himself be dragged along. He pulls out a cigarette and places it in his mouth before he lights it, a small hand snatches out of his mouth. Turning around, it's tossed with full force that it disappears into the horizon and lost somewhere in the forest. There is a scandalized sputter from the man before he stares down. The glasses obscure his eyes, but there's an annoyed look on his face as a hand scrubs through his hair. He lets out an annoyed sighed before patting himself down.
.
"Road! That was my last cigarette."

"Don't caaaaaare~ We're going to play with my dolls. The smoke will stick to their dresses. I've been so bored because the twins are stupid and play don't play with my dolls right. Plus, you're going to do my English homework now that you're here. I'm bored with it."

"Fine, you brat. But it's not my fault if you get a bad grade."

B) Memory of those Lost

"They're gone. They're all gone."

The tone is odd. It sounds angry, sad and dejected. The once ornate room is destroyed. Broken tables, deep gashes in the walls, crushed ornaments, shattered glass from, furniture in pieces, the windows and torn curtains. There are odd piles of dust in various corners of the large room. The sound of wind whistling from the broken windows echos throughout the room. There's a sound that is a mixture of a laugh and sob. Looking at the floor, there are drops of water that fall as the room turns blurry.


[When the memory ends, Road moves in an almost menacing manner. She reigns in her murderous intent because her she doesn't want to reveal her true self. At least, not yet. ]

What did you see?

The Dolls

[Road isn't a fan of angels, but there's something ominous about the little statues. From the corner of her eyes, she sees the grotesque faces. It's true self. Oh, she rather likes these things. Giggling, she picks up the statues. Feel free to warn her of the statues nature]

Aren't you delightful? Look at how fun you are!
Should I take you home?


Wildcard

[Have another idea? Feel free to post it. If not, shoot me a Plurk (Plurk ([plurk.com profile] tinyrosepanic)/Discord (Genesis Peachie#1138 )/PM. to hash out an idea ]

[ooc: Undecided canon point for now. So be aware! ]
Edited 2022-05-25 05:21 (UTC)
imaglyphwitch: (sneaking about)

The Dolls

[personal profile] imaglyphwitch 2022-05-25 05:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[Another bunch of people gathered again! Luz was at this one, glad that the weather was so good and eagerly gathering up vegetables and fruits for storage. She had a few on her knapsack to transport home when she feels the gaze of someone and, next thing she knew, there was girl who was hiding between her legs. It took a moment for Luz to recover, almost tripping on the girl and her staff, and then to focus on what the girl said].

A doll? What kind of doll, uh, Anya?

[Poor girl. Luz wanted to hope that this was something the girl was concocting in her head, but she knew that the gathering of people as usually accompanied by something strange goings-on].
likethelight: (367)

Arrival

[personal profile] likethelight 2022-05-25 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Being out at the Farther Shores is a bit of a struggle for Allen these days, unless Shouto's helping him. Who would have guessed how useful ice paths are. But he does want to make the effort when more Sleepers begins to wake and wash ashore, and with some adjustments to his wheelchair courtesy of Viktor (thank you Viktor) to broaden his independence he's testing that out a little. Rocking back and forth for a moment to make sure he doesn't sink in much with the new wheels, before he continues down towards the water's edge. It's... a little uneasy being back here, admittedly, even if he's shelving that uneasiness for now. The last time he'd been here, well...

It had been washing up after he died. And the reminder of that is still with him in the form of his legs still refusing to work properly.

But he's a little surprised to catch a touch of commotion down the shore; some Wakers who have already found a new Sleeper most likely. He glances over, though quickly looks away again at catching sight of the naked butt of a young girl. Nope, yep. Wakers have got this. At least--

--at least until a familiar voice reaches his ears. Faintly across the distance, but with an unmistakable sort of sing-song voice that's burned into his memories. "Hey Mister~"

His head snaps back around, hands coming down and twisting his chair about in a spray of sand, and Timcanpy flying beside him has gone so very still. ]


R— [ blurting, he's too shocked to be properly on guard ]

—Road?!?
Edited 2022-05-25 21:16 (UTC)
spyhard: (5)

arrival

[personal profile] spyhard 2022-05-26 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
((also not apping him but I had to. of course Anya is welcome to read papa's mind))

[Agent Twilight has a large number of concerns at all times, but even more so today. These include:

1. Has he been captured and hypnotized, trapped in some elaborate dreamscape to make subconsciously reveal secrets he would never give up under conventional torture?

2. If so, was the squid thing really necessary?

3. If he really has, somehow, been transported to an entirely new land with no way of going home, he needs to figure out how to contact HQ as soon as possible.

4. If this is a real place, was the squid thing really necessary?

5. Operation Strix must continue. If he can't complete the mission, a new operative will need to be brought on board. And Yor and Anya will need financial support. And security. Even if they will no longer be part of the mission, they must be looked after. This is a matter of professional ethics and certaintly not related to any form of worry that is threatening to give him a heart attack.

At least he's regained his suit. He is refusing to freak out about the fact that a bag with his clothes and a number of his supplies washed up with him. He will freak out about it later. Right now he is choosing to be relieved to wear actual clothing and not be a squid.

Until his exploration of the area is interrupted by a familiar, and familiarly distressed, voice.

His head whips around, eyes thoroughly examining each of the vendor's stalls lining the boardwalk.
]

Anya?
ooting: (or else my heart is going to pop)

[personal profile] ooting 2022-05-26 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Anya sniffles, then looks up at the stranger. Her eyes get very wide and horrified because—a monster? There are monsters here?]

I don’t know. [Sniffle. Her eyes are watering, but she wipes the tears away with the back of her hand. She is brave! She is so so brave! Like her mama and papa!] Are you a princess? Like Princess Honey?
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lmk if this is ok!!

[personal profile] ooting 2022-05-26 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
[This happens all the time?! Anya is absolutely trembling with terror now, staring up at Luz as though Luz has said it out loud. Then she shakes her head—the lady asked a question, Anya! Answer it, quick!]

Creepy. It doesn’t look creepy when you look at it but Anya saw it with sharp teeths.

[And the horrifying part is, she can’t get a read on it. She doesn’t know where it’s coming from.]

It tried to eat Anya.
ooting: (or else my heart is going to pop)

[personal profile] ooting 2022-05-26 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
[Papa?]

PAPA!!!

[PAPA!!!!

Anya races out of her hiding place, big fat tears streaming down her cheeks, and slams into her dad’s legs at the highest speed she can manage. There he is, there are his (very complicated) thoughts again, and so many things are very very wrong because if she and Papa are both here then Mama is all alone and world peace will be disruptured. And they’ll get divorced!! And then the Forger family will be no more!! And she would have to have a new dad!!

She doesn’t want a new papa she wants this one.

But she can’t say all that out loud, so her grip just tightens on his pant leg.]


Papa they don’t have peanuts and Spy Wars.
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2!

[personal profile] mehanizovati 2022-05-26 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
[walking the boardwalk when the new sleepers come in is always tempting, the chance to see a familiar face along with the general curiosity of who is now taking residence in the trench. viktor is not immune to that pull and never has been, finding his way there and through the crowds.

it's when varré is pulling away from the stand that their arms brush, a moment viktor himself barely notices beyond continuing to move ahead. that bite of the apple though and maybe a memory will snap into his head, from something as innocuous as brushing by only a moment before.]


[ooc; varré but hello, i am good with any of the memories so whichever you are feeling please punch him with. if you'd like one as well like a transfer let me know, along with any topics to avoid!]
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[personal profile] sorry_sorry 2022-05-26 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
[Considering apping, if not this cycle then the next.]

Arrival


[Tsubaki was hungry. It had happened from time to time, of course, but it was something that could always be fixed. But first was a matter of getting dressed and figuring out where she was. She wasn't upset, just confused.

Which was also upsetting in its own way, because Tsubaki liked her answers concrete and certain. But more answers could come once she ate something. God, it sucked to be hungry.

She didn't have anything to do, and honestly, most of the people coming out of squids would probably be OK if she didn't assist. (After all, squid was delicious, and while she had never eaten it raw, she wasn't about to start now. No matter how hungry she was.) Tsubaki started, rubber-legged, towards the nearest person she could see.]


Apples and blueberries

I'm hungry. [She held up a finger,] I don't know where I am, and I have the unfortunate sensation that I was birthed from a squid. [I don't know what's gotten into me. A second finger goes up.] If you can fix either one of the two, I will give you something within reason.

[Her eyes slide towards the apples. Those would be quick and easy to eat. She could eat ten of them! Hint. Hint.]

Anything would be great.

Wild card

[Whatever you want, I'm down~]
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Arrival

[personal profile] violetlies 2022-05-26 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
[It was another time of going down to the sea to see if anyone Kokichi knew had rolled in. He didn't have his hopes high, but he did have hopes, at least, so there was that. And, luckily, this time didn't seem like a terribly bad time to show up. He kept his arms folded behind his head as he glanced around - nope, nuh-uh, not really, no - until he caught sight of a girl approaching him. Oh.]

Hey there! Welcome to Trench! Do you--need help?

[She seemed like she might stumble or something...]
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The Dolls (Note: She can read his thoughts, we'll try not to let them be too weird)

[personal profile] subject_013 2022-05-26 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
[She might run into the (relative) safety afforded by the long skirts of a tall man's unseasonable black leather duster as he strides along, causing him to pause in his tracks and pull a corner aside to peer down at her.]

And who are you, dear child?

[She likely senses a lightning flicker of things emanating from the stranger's thoughts: an intricate chemical formula, notes on a patient file with a lot of medical jargon. If she's grabbed his leg, there passes through his mind: 'Sudden weight on one limb - Am I having a stroke? No. Well. Seems I have a small intruder in my personal space. Where are this one's parents? One of Koz's orphans gone walkabout?']

[Then he looks up. In time to see the Doll, sitting on a window ledge a few yards away. 'What the devil is that doing there? Where did that come from?' Genetically modified Genius Bruiser that he is, the sight of the thing has him going on the defensive.]
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[personal profile] blessedwithlove 2022-05-26 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
[[OOC: Excellent! I'll go with memory #3, then. And I'd love a memory from Viktor, if you're game! As far as I know, Arcane doesn't contain any content that needs avoiding for me, thank you for the consideration.]]

[His memories have returned to him now, but their weight is slower to settle. Odd flashes of feeling are elicited by passing thoughts and moments. As he turns away from the crowd, another presses down upon his heart...]

[The Erdtree looms over everything, and its roots sink deep to pluck bodies from the earth. And yet the Rose Church stands sacrosanct. And he helps ensure that.

Released from his duties in Limgrave, He stands at its door, keeping vigil as he awaits his prospective knight. There's no shelter here. When night comes, the lake's mist is bitter cold. He usually retreats to a safe remove, wherever that can be found. But tonight, it's clear enough to see the stars. He circles the church walls to face southeast.

Nothing else stirs at this hour. No glimmers of Wraith Caller witchlights, or dark-eyed Albinaurics watching from the shadowed cliffs. Both have been drawn across the lake to the church before. The servants of Death hate its promise of new life, while the Albinaurics seem split. Raiding parties and cautious supplicants alike have come, soft-faced spawn carrying their elders. Chasing hopeful whispers of the Divinity's presence, of sacred blood that can grant them a higher truth.

Tonight... nothing. Just the rustle of wind in the roses. The whole world seems empty. The thought fills him with unaccountable dread. It's not true, of course it's not. It's just a passing thought, a twisting of the anticipation he feels for the Dynasty's inevitable reign.

He takes a deep, steadying breath to spite the hollow feeling in his breast, and turns his head up to watch the stars. To imagine he is in the palace deep beneath the earth, on the blessed day when the Divinity will awaken, and all are called home to rejoice.
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