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July Test Drive Meme!
JULY 2022 TDM
STANDARD ARRIVAL
rough seas and high winds
of monsters in the water
CODING
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: Colorful paper lanterns shaped like jellyfish lit up and hovering in the air. ]
[Image Two: A person with long hair wearing a crown dedicated with shells and rocks. ]
Prompt Two
[Image One: A GIF of waves breaking roughly out in the middle of the ocean. ]
[Image Two: Strong waves crashing into a lighthouse and rocks. ]
Prompt Three
[Image One: A large Ningen (a sea creature that is half human, half monster, and has no face except for a large slit for a mouth) towering over a deep sea diver. ]
[Image Two: A person standing out on the rocks with their arms out stretched as the tentacles of a large sea monster wave in the air above the ocean. ]
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!
Prompt One
[Image One: Colorful paper lanterns shaped like jellyfish lit up and hovering in the air. ]
[Image Two: A person with long hair wearing a crown dedicated with shells and rocks. ]
Prompt Two
[Image One: A GIF of waves breaking roughly out in the middle of the ocean. ]
[Image Two: Strong waves crashing into a lighthouse and rocks. ]
Prompt Three
[Image One: A large Ningen (a sea creature that is half human, half monster, and has no face except for a large slit for a mouth) towering over a deep sea diver. ]
[Image Two: A person standing out on the rocks with their arms out stretched as the tentacles of a large sea monster wave in the air above the ocean. ]
WHEN: August
WHERE: The Farther Shores/The Boardwalk
CONTENT WARNINGS: N/A
WHERE: The Farther Shores/The Boardwalk
CONTENT WARNINGS: N/A
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
This month has an entire festival dedicated to Mariana. The people of Trench seem to be quite enamoured with her, despite her often cruel and unpredictable behaviors. The festival has gone all out with decorations. The boardwalk will be lined with lanterns in the shape of various sea creatures, such as jellyfish, dolphins, seahorses, and (of course) squids! These lanterns will be lit every night throughout the month and will burn through the night. They are bright beacons to a month that is otherwise becoming more and more gray and chilly as time passes.
The people of Trench are also decked out for the occasion. Blues and greens are the popular color choices for outfits, and many people will even decorate their hair with pieces from the ocean. Whether it's with full headpieces that are worthy enough for mermaids or just something as simple as weaving shells into a braid, everyone seems to have something on them that ties them to the sea. There are stalls set up to help newcomers (or oldies who just want to have some fun) decorate their hair as well and face paint for those who want to go the extra mile.
The festival comes with all sorts of celebrations that can be partaken in at absolutely no cost. There are food vendors, though they seem to be short on seafood this month. Likely it's due to the rough seas with waves so treacherous that not even the most skilled of sailors seems to be able to get out into them. They'll remark on how difficult is must have been to swim to shore in those awful waves. So instead of fish and shrimp, there are other sea-dedicated dishes: seaweed salad, noodle dishes made with seaweed broth, caramelized chicken in a fish and ginger sauce, etc. There are also ocean themed desserts, such as cupcakes with blue frosting shaped to look like a great wave. There are games such as dunk tanks, dart balloons, ring tosses, and other typical carnival entertainment. If you can think of it, it's probably there. At the end of the night, there's often a fireworks display over the rolling waves.
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.
This month has an entire festival dedicated to Mariana. The people of Trench seem to be quite enamoured with her, despite her often cruel and unpredictable behaviors. The festival has gone all out with decorations. The boardwalk will be lined with lanterns in the shape of various sea creatures, such as jellyfish, dolphins, seahorses, and (of course) squids! These lanterns will be lit every night throughout the month and will burn through the night. They are bright beacons to a month that is otherwise becoming more and more gray and chilly as time passes.
The people of Trench are also decked out for the occasion. Blues and greens are the popular color choices for outfits, and many people will even decorate their hair with pieces from the ocean. Whether it's with full headpieces that are worthy enough for mermaids or just something as simple as weaving shells into a braid, everyone seems to have something on them that ties them to the sea. There are stalls set up to help newcomers (or oldies who just want to have some fun) decorate their hair as well and face paint for those who want to go the extra mile.
The festival comes with all sorts of celebrations that can be partaken in at absolutely no cost. There are food vendors, though they seem to be short on seafood this month. Likely it's due to the rough seas with waves so treacherous that not even the most skilled of sailors seems to be able to get out into them. They'll remark on how difficult is must have been to swim to shore in those awful waves. So instead of fish and shrimp, there are other sea-dedicated dishes: seaweed salad, noodle dishes made with seaweed broth, caramelized chicken in a fish and ginger sauce, etc. There are also ocean themed desserts, such as cupcakes with blue frosting shaped to look like a great wave. There are games such as dunk tanks, dart balloons, ring tosses, and other typical carnival entertainment. If you can think of it, it's probably there. At the end of the night, there's often a fireworks display over the rolling waves.
WHEN: Last Week of July, First Week of AugustT
WHERE: Beach and Nearby Oceans
CONTENT WARNINGS: Threat of drowning, severe weather phenomena, Environmental hazards, possible death
WHERE: Beach and Nearby Oceans
CONTENT WARNINGS: Threat of drowning, severe weather phenomena, Environmental hazards, possible death
For some reason, Mariana is particularly wrathful even as the month begins. Even leaking into the end of the month of July, the sea begins to foam and rage in ways that are almost impossible to imagine. As you stare out int the beachheads, you may see vast waves and surf that would daunt the most professional of surfers. Water crashes into each other in colossal spouts. Waterspouts can be seen as storms occasionally buffet the coastline and just out into the ocean itself. However, the one thing about this chaotic energy is that it is just that, chaotic. One moment the sea may be calm, and the next it is a roiling, seething force out to destroy everyone.
This is, naturally, dangerous for those who are just hapless squids trying to reach shore. They may find themselves inexorably being flung towards sharp rocks and shoals, threatened with being dashed upon the stone near to the coast, or they may find themselves constantly swirling in eddies and whirlpools to the point of near exhaustion. However, they are not the only ones so threatened. Even those on the coast are in near constant danger of being washed right back out to see by an unexpected wave and sudden rip-tide. There are wood planks and other detritus to grab hold of, but it is very much a battle for one's life out there!
The sea's rage, the locals say, is because Mariana is particularly incensed over something that occurred. They do not know what exactly, but many have said that sleepers have felt a particular brunt of this ire lately. For now, it is a game of survival and a constant battle to bring people in safely.
Notes:
-Any natural weather occurrence is possible in the first week of August and last of July. Seemingly impossible combinations may occur (A waterspout in the middle of the eye of a hurricane, almost anything.
-These threats will be upon anyone who is not far enough inland to enjoy the festivities. The beach is not truly safe and sleepers are hustled inland quickly.
-Death is possible, though sleepers who die in the ocean find themselves returning very quickly as squids for some reason, within 24 hours, only to be threatened again before they eventually find shore.
This is, naturally, dangerous for those who are just hapless squids trying to reach shore. They may find themselves inexorably being flung towards sharp rocks and shoals, threatened with being dashed upon the stone near to the coast, or they may find themselves constantly swirling in eddies and whirlpools to the point of near exhaustion. However, they are not the only ones so threatened. Even those on the coast are in near constant danger of being washed right back out to see by an unexpected wave and sudden rip-tide. There are wood planks and other detritus to grab hold of, but it is very much a battle for one's life out there!
The sea's rage, the locals say, is because Mariana is particularly incensed over something that occurred. They do not know what exactly, but many have said that sleepers have felt a particular brunt of this ire lately. For now, it is a game of survival and a constant battle to bring people in safely.
Notes:
-Any natural weather occurrence is possible in the first week of August and last of July. Seemingly impossible combinations may occur (A waterspout in the middle of the eye of a hurricane, almost anything.
-These threats will be upon anyone who is not far enough inland to enjoy the festivities. The beach is not truly safe and sleepers are hustled inland quickly.
-Death is possible, though sleepers who die in the ocean find themselves returning very quickly as squids for some reason, within 24 hours, only to be threatened again before they eventually find shore.
WHEN: Throughout August
WHERE: The coast and waterways
CONTENT WARNINGS: Monster Horror, Possibly Getting Eaten, Threat of bodily harm, Unnatural Physiology, Existential Dread
WHERE: The coast and waterways
CONTENT WARNINGS: Monster Horror, Possibly Getting Eaten, Threat of bodily harm, Unnatural Physiology, Existential Dread
Something has been dredged up from the deep by the storms that rage. It is said that Mariana not only presides over the oceans, but also the most powerful monsters that dwell within the deep. Some of these, it is believed, may be the remains of Pthumerians whose minds and lives were lost during the hard times before, or the spawn of their mating with things other than humans. Whether these rumors are true, eldritch things have begun to emerge from the depths and darkness, things best left unseen.
Throughout the month of August, it is possible to encounter creatures that can only be described as monsters emerging from the water. With every passing storm, another emerges. Some are as large as small kaiju, while others are closer to human size, and each shares very little in common with the others, save for two particular details. The first of these is that they are all aquatic in nature and bear at least a passing similarity to sea monsters of ancient legend or particularly large and dangerous aquatic animals. Giant cuttlefish, Megalodons, Plesiosaurs, Octopi, Sea Cucumbers, Whales, or any of a number of other sea creatures appear to be their basis. The other similarity, however, is that all are hideously and grotesquely deformed. Tentacles, second rows of teeth, great clawed hands and feet enabling them to walk on dry ground, a thousand eyes all over the hump of a hunchback whale all shooting laser beams in the full moon, almost anything seems to be possible, though the changes are all chtonically horrendous in nature.
These creatures are violent, dangerous, and horrifying to behold. Just looking at them jars the mind and threatens to damage one's psyche while they try to understand what they are seeing. Bones are in seemingly impossible angles, bodies moving in ways that they shouldn't. Just looking at them can cause nausea, vertigo or mental breaks, though the danger does not stop there. They are agents of chaos, seeking to destroy mind or body, on a rampage whenever they reach ground, though they do not delve far into Trench beyond the waterways and beach, almost as if they are prevented by something. When one strays too close, an ominous light glows from the tops of the tallest spires in the city and they are inevitably repelled, but until they are killed or sent back to the deep from whence they came, they remain a threat outside of the city.
Throughout the month of August, it is possible to encounter creatures that can only be described as monsters emerging from the water. With every passing storm, another emerges. Some are as large as small kaiju, while others are closer to human size, and each shares very little in common with the others, save for two particular details. The first of these is that they are all aquatic in nature and bear at least a passing similarity to sea monsters of ancient legend or particularly large and dangerous aquatic animals. Giant cuttlefish, Megalodons, Plesiosaurs, Octopi, Sea Cucumbers, Whales, or any of a number of other sea creatures appear to be their basis. The other similarity, however, is that all are hideously and grotesquely deformed. Tentacles, second rows of teeth, great clawed hands and feet enabling them to walk on dry ground, a thousand eyes all over the hump of a hunchback whale all shooting laser beams in the full moon, almost anything seems to be possible, though the changes are all chtonically horrendous in nature.
These creatures are violent, dangerous, and horrifying to behold. Just looking at them jars the mind and threatens to damage one's psyche while they try to understand what they are seeing. Bones are in seemingly impossible angles, bodies moving in ways that they shouldn't. Just looking at them can cause nausea, vertigo or mental breaks, though the danger does not stop there. They are agents of chaos, seeking to destroy mind or body, on a rampage whenever they reach ground, though they do not delve far into Trench beyond the waterways and beach, almost as if they are prevented by something. When one strays too close, an ominous light glows from the tops of the tallest spires in the city and they are inevitably repelled, but until they are killed or sent back to the deep from whence they came, they remain a threat outside of the city.
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Ushiromiya Battler | Umineko no Naku Koro ni
Washing up on a beach is not exactly where Battle expected to be - although it definitely twinges something unpleasant in the back of his head for some reason. The call of the gulls - that's familiar, almost reassuring. The feeling of sand under his fingers and the cool wash of seawater against his legs. It takes him a moment to come back to himself. To figure out where he is as he sways to his feet unsteadily. He stumbles - his legs don't seem to work quite right - and he has to try and get his eyes to focus on whoever is nearby.
"Did we - are we still on the island?"
He should be more sure than that, but he's been in some weird places over the last... what? Few days? Few eternities? Hard to pin down that one. He hasn't noticed he's naked (yet). But he will. Give him some time.
II. Boardwalk
Once he's dressed and a little more acclimated, he's actually pleasantly surprised by the whole place, even if his mind rebels at the idea that he's been transported to another world. But if he's been playing a crazy game and become a game master of a board himself... then really it's not that farfetched he's washed up in some other place, is it? He badly wants to get back to what he was doing, but until he can figure a way out he may as well enjoy the local festivities.
So he can be found chowing down on the food - particularly the noodles or the chicken - and distracting himself with the carnival games. It reminds him of some of what they did back home, honestly. A pleasant distraction to keep himself moving - even if his mind is still racing and thinking about everything else he should be doing.
Just keep moving, Battler. Just keep moving.
III. Kaiju
"No way. There's no way this is happening-" Battler is mostly saying that to himself, but maybe it's also to try and reassure everyone around him. Even if it is happening. Even if there absolutely is a giant laser squid trying to clamber its way onto the shore, destroying everything in its path. He's not that close to them - yet - but he is staring, trying to get his mind to comprehend what it is that's out there.
"What the Hell are we supposed to do against that?" He asks, again, to no one in particular.
He almost misses all of Beato's furniture at this point.
IV. Wildcard
Find him somewhere else or ping me! Happy to set something up.
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She's in the midst of munching down on a sweet treat (cupcakes!!!) and has a bit of blue frosting stuck to her nose when she spots a familiar form winding up for a ring toss. At first, she thinks it can't be real--he can't possibly be here. Her heart squeezes in her chest and she urges forwards past some of the crowd.
Yes.
Yes, that's Battler Ushiromiya.
Just as he's getting ready to throw, she appears at his elbow, eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"I think you're worse at this than you are at our game, Battler."
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Hotaru Tomoe | Sailor Moon | Paleblood
[ Drifting aimlessly, feeling drawn, crawling out of the sea onto the sandy shores, her body shifting and changing - none of this is unfamiliar to the girl that was once a squid... that was once a star. Reaching the soft sand was no easy feat, but she'd been determined to not crash among the rocks. Her arms and legs are as weak as a newborn's, yet she struggles to sit upright and fix her gaze upon the water that she's traversed in order to get here. To be with her.
Reforming a physical form is never easy, never simple. Yet she's managed it once again. Her dark gaze is distant. A child of approximately ten or eleven sitting upon the sand while pulling the robe from her back to cover her. ]
"Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise."
[ The words are quiet but she doesn't fumble over them, reciting them perfectly. ]
(Boardwalk)
[ Hotaru is drawn to the lights on the boardwalk, more them than the festival itself. Walking along to admire them as they glow softly in the various shapes of the sea creatures. However, she will be seen getting some shells braided into her hair and having part of her face painted with dolphins.
There's food to partake in and games to play, all of which this child can be found doing. She has scary good aim when it comes to anything involving throwing. Hotaru is just here to have fun and possibly drag others into it. ]
Here, try this!
(Of Monsters in the Water)
[ This small child can be seen near the beach when the eldritch monsters attempt to come ashore. One would think she would be afraid of these creatures, but she watches with nothing more than curiosity - not even with the thought to move out there to find some way to help. There is only one group of individuals who could get her to go help potentially fight off the creatures.
She links both hands behind her back, shifting her gaze away from the monster threatening to tear apart her mind and looks over the water. ]
How long will her anger last? What will ease it?
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[ OOC: Hit me up for anything! ]
arrival
It's a beautiful poem.
[she pauses, waits for the girl to turn around.]
I'm afraid it's not safe at the shore, right now. The tide is very unpredictable. If you'd come with me to the boardwalk, I could tailor your robes to fit.
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Need | Heralds of Valdemar
Maybe the weather is calm and maybe you just wanna get away from the beach before the ocean gets you! Either way when you touch the sword there's a sense like someone touching you on the back of the head. Looking at you. Looking, if you're sensitive to psychic stuff, at a whole lot of other people too.
Need isn't awake enough to talk yet, but she's stirring.]
Bow Lion | See
rough seas!! (if you prefer prose i can match!)
she wants to see. she wants answers. if she has anything left of herself from the world before trench, she wants her purpose returned to her.
it doesn’t take long to return to the feisty tides in search of it. of anyone, anything. a human from afar would say she was nude; a closer look would show that her chassis is missing finer organic detail. she is an android, modeled after a human woman. she sounds and feels like such when she poses herself against the riled waves to catch the human’s frame by the arms, and hoists her up with feather light ease. ]
I’ve got you.
[ all that was left to do was pull her away from the danger, and closer to the frigid ocean air with surprising carefulness. she can already see, holding the frame against her chest, that something deep within the mechanisms of her circulation jumps. flutters. pod scans who she holds, sputtering and drenched. 100% organic.
she is holding something human that has so long ago left her. ]
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Maria Thorpe | Assassin's Creed
[The sea. They'd been in the sea — no, not in it, on it, aboard the vessel bound for Acre Port and whatever lay beyond it in potential wanderings. It all comes back a bit at a time, pieces of memory as simple as move your foot to walk and as complex as I don't know where I'll be a week from now and it's frightening and exhilirating at the same time—
Maria registers that there are others nearby, people who have washed up on the shore naked, and has just enough time to realize she is too before someone wraps a robe around her shoulders. If she's a victim of a shipwreck, it's the strangest one ever — they typically don't involve immediate care from those on the shore, and she's not nearly as alarmed about it as she thinks she should be.
Maybe it's the shock.
Whoever gave her the robe and pressed a bag into her hands looks up and moves to help someone else, and that's fine. Whatever she's gone through in the last...however long it's been, Maria can handle herself now, probably. She tucks the robe tighter around herself and steps closer to the edge of the water, staring out into the distant waters until she starts to feel more like herself, only to glance to the side and realize she's no longer alone.]
I don't suppose you've seen a sword wash up?
[Forget getting dressed just yet. Getting armed is more important.]
boardwalk;
[The boardwalk festival is absolutely bizarre to Maria. Not because of the fun, of course she knows what it is to have fun. ...she is familiar with the concept of fun. But between blood, battle and the constant stress of proving she deserved a position few in the Knights Templar believed she was worthy of, it's been a long time since she's actually experienced anything close to fun-for-fun's sake.
She explores for a while, at first holding back from real interaction with any of the crowds. Eventually, she allows herself to be cajoled into sitting at one of the stalls, where cheerful youngsters insist on adorning her braid with shells. To anyone else who might happen to be doing the same, she feels exactly as awkward she she looks.]
I look ridiculous, don't I?
[Eventually she gets comfortable enough to try some of the games. Anyone wandering through this area of the festival is likely to find a small crowd around her as she absolutely smashes pyramids of plastic pins with a ball, over and over — she's got quite the arm on her — until the booth operator accuses her of cheating somehow and refuses to allow her to play again.
A verbal ruckus ensues.]
what's a kaiju;
[When Maria sees the first of the beasts, she feels as though her mind is trying to turn itself inside out. Her stomach wants to do the same and nearly does, but she hadn't vomited the first time she'd disemboweled a Saracen and she's not about to start now.
As always, her instinct is to cover her discomfort with action. Her hand goes to the hilt of her sword and tightens there.
She may be about to take very ill-advised action.]
wild card;
[Throw something at me I will roll with literally anything! Happy to match with prose or brackets.]
What's a kaiju
He can still see the woman nearby staring at it and reaching for her sword, she's in his peripheral vision and he can look over at her without catching sight of the thing.]
It'll be easier to fight if you don't look at it.
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Mercymorn the First | The Locked Tomb | Vileblood
[cw: blood, gore, body horror, transformation, nudity]
ii. of monsters in the water
[cw: blood, gore, body horror, psychological horror, mutation, monsters, vomiting]
iii. wildcard
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of course she watches. this is the first truly entertaining thing that's happened in months - entertaining to her tastes, at least. she'd die before she missed something as novel as this.
when the woman hatches out, satoko gives her a moment to recuperate - and then startles, just for a moment, at her
lemongrabghastly wailing. still, she recovers admirably quickly, shaking her head and taking a step back to ignore the brunt of the vileblood explosion. (she'd rather not have to clean herself off right now, after all - and blood can be such a pain to get out of clothing.) ]Goodness, that's a dramatic entrance! [ she honestly sounds mildly impressed more than anything. ] Well, go on, then. Get it out of your system.
cw: self-harm, ongoing gore, body horror, bodily fluids
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2B | nier: automata | paleblood
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[when she gets there, though, it's impossible to ignore who's waiting for her. she has no words; her eye goes wide. no, this... goddammit, john had said that they're always expecting their pasts to be dug up, but this is unbelievable, this is—she shouldn't be here. she shouldn't have existed anymore, not the way that—oh, come on, anna. you know it's possible. you've known for months. her words catch up with her thoughts after only a moment of standing there in torn jeans and a plain white t-shirt reading "I'M BARELY SURVIVING TRENCH AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS T-SHIRT" in bold black caps. she's liable to drop her ocean-blue cotton candy.]
2B. [she doesn't know what emotion she should be bringing to this. when she'd met her before, in that fleeting replica of retrospec's headquarters, she'd still had both eyes and her body, her heart hadn't transformed yet. does she look enough like A2 now? and is that going to be a good or a bad thing?] As I live and fucking breathe.
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cw: android... nudity??
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Network! text | un: K
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vash the stampede | trigun (manga) | vileblood
[Vash comes back to himself slowly, reluctantly. There was an uncomplicated peace to being a squid, floating freely without the burdens that plagued him back in Gunsmoke. He wakes up to sand, instead, leagues more familiar. There is a moment where he considers simply remaining where he lays, as though refusing to engage with the world around him would somehow change his circumstances or negate the events that last occurred to him.
Eventually, though, he drags himself up to his feet, aiming to find himself something to cover himself with and some basic shelter. Rem...she'd be disappointed in him if he gave up on everything, even now.
The best laid plans. He spots someone coming and ah, immediately drops himself back down into the sand. You saw nothing. Definitely not a torso literally riddled with scars and missing an arm, or anything. It's fine.]
Ah...you wouldn't happen to have a towel, would you?
ii. rough seas
[There are no oceans in Gunsmoke. The beach is the very first time Vash has seen so much water all in one place; it'd be a stunning sight, if the sea were a bit less...violent, at the moment. He barely has time to take in the wonder of it when he sees another person get swept into the waves, and of course he dashes in after them without the slightest sense of realization that he does not know how to swim.
He could, perhaps, do with a little help. Especially since -- rather than do anything try to keep himself afloat, he's still thrashing and flailing in the direction of the other distressed individual, as though he might be able to save them when he himself is at serious risk of drowning.]
iii. boardwalk
[It's all fun and games. No, seriously, forget all that unpleasantness about the near-drowning, earlier. Vash is living at this festival; he can be found sitting at a bench with plates absolutely filled with sea-themed desserts, demolishing far more of them than a normal person should remotely be capable of. He might be willing to share if you ask, though...?
Or perhaps you find him at one of the games booths, winning a bunch of the prizes -- but apparently not for himself. He seems to be giving them away to a bunch of the local children, but if you look like you're having some trouble, perhaps he'll lend you a hand as well. He's particularly good at the sharpshooter ones, knocking down an entire tower of blocks with only a single shot, regularly hitting the hardest and smallest targets before handing over the spoils to whoever's nearby.
One of the children, however, decides he does not need two giant animals, and hands back one to Vash. Welp. Hope you don't mind a neon pink elephant shoved in your face.]
Ahaha...I don't suppose you would want this?
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You don't want it?
[ Both hands come out to touch the elephant, curiously. ]
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Hudson | Gargoyles | blood type undecided!
[For better or for worse, it's night time when he emerges from being a forsaken squid. It's a concept that he's only able to square away vaguely as some magic happened and he certainly doesn't want to be dealing with that right at the moment.
Anyway, he's dressed, still damp and not thrilled about it, but at least he has himself instead of whatever it was that just happened.]
Bah, what nonsense has happened now? [He grumbles the words to himself as he cautiously leaves the shore, sheathing his sword to his hip. There's the temptation to call out to his clan, but without truly knowing where he is and how he ended up here that could be too dangerous.
So as it is, he's trying to keep out of sight from other people, but that doesn't mean he's going to be successful.]
🌙 II. sea monsters get your sea monsters
[Regardless of wherever he is, there is one thing he cannot abide by, and that is allowing innocents to get harmed. So while trying to get a grasp on where he is and understanding the circumstances is about when he heard about the creatures emerging to land, standing as a very real threat to the people.
Honestly, he doesn't know what he expected, but not quite this.
It's as if magic has twisted up these creatures into something truly heinous, wretched to perceive and clearly dangerous. Fighting monsters is not exactly new, but Hudson is not one to go in arrogantly. It would also be all the easier if the rest of the clan was here. Especially Bronx.
At the thought of the loyal hound, Bronx does seemingly appear out of nowhere at Hudson's side, huffing and whining at the old gargoyle.]
Bronx! And where have you been, hm?
[Despite his words, Hudson is relieved, grinning and scratching the beast under the chin.] What timing you have, boy. Too much going on for me to follow, but I know enough what needs to be done: these monsters need be slain before anyone is harmed. Between the two of us, we might manage, eh?
[Bronx gives an affirmative grunt.]
There's a good lad.
🌙 III. network | un: hdson
agnnnnnnnnnnnnnnt;;/////
[The message turns into audio:]
Blasted thing! Is this working?
If you can hear me, speak up. I need answers!
🌙 IV. wildcard
[make your own prompt if you want, im not the boss of you]
iii. | let's pretend i have any control over my life or semblance of knowledge of what i am doing
What a remarkable piece of equipment. Though evidently lacking in certain enhancements for accommodation.
[Read: he is aware of the gargoyle-like typing detected.]
Just what answers do you think you'll uncover with this little endeavor, Hudson?
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Usopp || One Piece || undecided blood
[One moment he was a calm and happy squid, and next this squid washed up to shore with a body he remembered quite clearly. Sand covered most of his face, mainly his lips and nose. When he tried to breathe, he almost choked on sand. He peered from one side, watched more people like him, washing up to shore and taking form. Each person struggled to pick themselves up again. The determination they carried, it felt, inspiring.
But then, Usopp happened to glance what was up ahead. An eerie forest and questionable gray sky. He felt a jolt of electricity shot up his spine, the alarms were on high alert. The people? Most of them didn't look human...
While the rest crawled their way to land, Usopp slowly turned his body around away from the land aiming to return to the sea. NOPE. He didn't sign up for this. He wants his squid body back. To the ocean he goes! Slowly...]
ii. Boardwalk
[Finally. Something close normal. Usopp is no stranger to parties and festivities. He's a pirate, he lived a care-free life! So, when he saw the lanterns up and the food stand, he was all over it. Also, it didn't pose a fear compared to the rest of the island. Just to blend in. He wore the appropriate color blue and green. He added some small shells with his drags. People can catch this pirate out of two things:
a - He is trying out the food and booze. He doesn't have a huge appetite, but Hell, it sure looked like he hasn't eaten food in days. Come by and drink some booze with him, he might share a story or two.]
Hey-hey! Come over here if you're bored. I got some unbelievable tales to tell, it'll blow your pants off!
[b - Or, find him in one of the shooting games. Toy gun or water gun, Usopp is grinning with confidence. Check out his targets, he hasn't missed yet.]
Ha! Child's play!
iii. SQUID
[Okay, he tried as he might. He had no intension being involved in this chaos. Yet, somehow... SOMEHOW... he ended up at the far shore where the sea creatures merged from the ocean and marching to land. The mere sight of those creatures rattled his knees.
But wait.
When he saw some GIANT SQUID with lasers, he almost faint. He screamed and panicked, high pitch voice and all.]
What the-- HOW ARE WE SUPPOSED TO STOP THAT?! Sorry, I can't! My can't-fight-squid illness is back. Carry on men!
[He will try to run away. Although, there is a long sling shot strapped on his back.]
iiii. Wildcard
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Usopp might actually catch the girl in the given koi fish cloak turn his way for a second, eyes red and lashes still damp. She tries to give a small smile, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes. She's trying, though...definitely trying to just. Keep marching on. It's just hard when you're still just a kid.]
Sorry...I'm not allowed to drink. I'm still too young. [But she wouldn't mind a story - one that could make her laugh is probably just what she needs.]
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Altaïr ibn La-Ahad | Assassin's Creed
Washing Up
cw: almost drowning, nudityHe doesn't particularly like the ocean. Something that still disturbs his dreams to this day happened on a ship. That death and the vengeance that followed brought him no peace. So, it is with these troubled thoughts this Sleeper awakens. He does not remember a shipwreck, the likeliest explanation of being tossed about in stormy waters. Rather, he knows he is meant to be here, somehow, or at least, the prospect of reaching shore seems the thing to be doing.
Who he is and what he does are twined too tight together. How can he be anyone or anything but himself? The tawny man with short-cropped dark hair forms too soon from a squid and flounders in the waves too far from shore. His limbs remember their shape, climber's muscle corded over tall limbs, but not how to move. He flails one hand (its ring finger was removed years ago) above the water.
Altaïr, Assassin, master of stealth and the blade, cannot swim.
Spires
ooc: Let me know if you just want to skip to reaching the top pending mod answer. We can also segue to exploring fast travel Lamp Friends instead.He was going to climb the tallest towers anyway to begin getting to know the city, looking for specific things not found on maps. When a strange ominous light glows from them, he becomes curious, and curiosity lends this task (not a dare or a lark, a task) more urgency. Though they outstrip the highest structures he knows back home in the 12th century, he's ready for a challenge if he can find any places to rest in the process of his ascent.
On a less crowded street, he casts a scrutinizing gaze up the side of the building. He could start here--Ah, someone is looking at him. He's used to getting looks because he carries blades.
"Magnificent," he says matter-of-factly to explain his staring, indicating the vertical reach of the spire with a subtle flourish of his right hand, before turning away.
Paleblood Malfunction: Amplified Hallucinations
ooc: If you would like a different kind of paleblood malfunction, let me know!cw: uncontrollable* hallucinations to himself and others
Stranded in a new land, of course he thinks of home. Visions bloom before his eyes, laid over what he sees. These phantom images pulled from his memories wisp through the air around him without a care for who sees them: a far-off mountain fortress studded with red flags, the close crowds of a souk in arid summer, a harbor bustling with sailing ships festooned with medieval flags all the way from Europe... They are faint, but rich in detail. He's always had a meticulous eye.
It would seem he has gone mad.
With the benefit of years of training, he quells his breathing and wills his face to be calm. Perhaps this is just a side effect of coming into contact with a certain object, and he will figure out a way to manage it. For safety's sake, he leans against a wall in a still, unobtrusive manner designed to slip beneath notice.
People still look at him, around him, marveling at the conjurations. He swallows and hastily excises all thoughts of home by concentrating on a few well-known landmarks in Jerusalem where he conducted some of his work. There is the Al-Aqsa Mosque, within sight of the shining Dome of the Rock...
This is a fine way to find out his blood type.
Archaic Archives
He suspects he was allowed inside the building with all his blades due to the local guards (Hunters) frequently requiring information on Beasts. Still, as in the library at home, he surmises and agrees that blades are forbidden to be drawn here.
Altaïr has more scholarly pursuits. He's ensconced himself at a table and is dipping his qalam into an inkwell to scrawl notes right to left on sheaves of paper (in Classical Arabic). He's in his hooded robes. White is less practical in this world, but he is attached to things from home.
His Omen, inky-black smoke-and-blood in the shape of a martial eagle, is perched on the leather at his shoulder. Ruya turns her head to stare imposingly at anyone nearby. The man does not move or look up, only pauses in his reading or writing.
Several books lay open with titles such as The Walled Garden of the Mind, Optics: Illusion and Its Angles, On the Interpretation of the Dream, and Errors of the Sight. A few non-Sight books about the world as well: On Dreams of Beasts, Catalogue of Corruption and Its Symptoms, and Trench: North and South.
If a person wants these books, it will be a while.
ooc: Wildcard?
washing up
With exquisite timing, a brief bit of splashing beyond the shore catches her attention, and she looks over just in time to see a hand flail above the surface. This far out, she can't be certain that it is a four-fingered hand, but somehow she knows. Maria stares for a moment longer, but he does not surface, and it seems he won't — or can't.
"Oh, for Heaven's sake," she mutters to herself. She's only managed to pull on her tunic, but then her sturdy trousers would only be a hindrance. Wading into the shallows and then swimming out as the water gets deeper, she summons memories of youthful, sneaked swimming time in the ponds of Leicestershire.
Her body remembers as well as she could ask it to, and she dives beneath the surface with the intent to grasp an arm, pull him to the surface, help buoy him up if it's possible. It seems Maria has discovered the one thing she can do that Altaïr cannot, but she has no experience rescuing anyone from drowning. All she can do is make the attempt and pray that this too is within her capabilities.
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white lily cookie ❀ cookie run kingdom
( The feeling of being washed ashore is a curious one. She's never truly experienced swimming before. It's dangerous – a cookie should never attempt to do anything like this. However, she's always been someone who's been willing to take risks in the pursuit of knowledge.
Yes, this feeling of risk and uncertainty is familiar to her.
But, it's not one that lasts for a long period of time. When she awakens – truly awakens – her mind is racing. Not only is she taking in everything she had just experienced, but she can't help but wonder what had just happened to her. One moment, she had been exploring the abandoned academy with her newfound group of friends, and now – she was in a place that didn't seem familiar at all.
Red-colored eyes look over herself, quiet for a moment before finally speaking. )
Oh, my.... So, this is how it feels to be soggy....
( It may be dangerous to stay like this... She needs to find a place to dry off. )
b. festival
( First things first, not only does she need to figure out just where exactly she might be, but she needs to find her new friends. Even without the majority of her memories, there's far more unfamiliarity here than she was accustomed to. There are people who look far different than any monsters of cookie companions that she had been traveling with. At the same time, that doesn't seem to deter her from wanting to learn more about her situation.
It doesn't take her long before she finds herself at the festival. It's difficult not to smile at the sight of so many different colors and decorations. Despite the fact that it's grown chilly, she feels a warmth from the contagious feelings that others were experiencing.
It's when she's offered food from one of the vendors that she stops, frowning slightly. )
I don't believe eating something like that would be a good idea for me....
( Cookies only really consume sweets. Is eating something that was living once normal in a place like this...? )
c. monsters in the water
( It starts with a low rumble – a feeling that slowly begins to grow over time before the monster emerges from the water. White Lily can't help but freeze up for only a second or so before beginning to act. She's never seen a monster quite like this before, but any fear that she feels now is something she needs to push aside for the sake of others. If this monster is allowed to move any further onto the trench, there's no denying that others will get hurt, or possibly worse!
She quickly extends her staff forward, white-colored lilies surrounding anyone else who may be with her in a protection spell of sorts. At the least, it should help lessen any damage that anyone may end up having to endure. )
I'll protect you!
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I... uh... huh...
[There's a big, gray-skinned being sidling up to her, towel in one hand, robe in another. Someone had convinced him to help out this month. Maybe to make up for the whole attempt to make a killer robot. Bah. But, right now he was sort of staring a second before he asked to anyone who was listening, including her.]
Are confections speaking now?
[Siiiiiigh. he's an idiot.]
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Murderbot | The Muderbot Diaries
boardwalk.
The combat boots stand out just a little bit, as do the impressive amounts of bone jewelry and the way her face is painted with a skull, but when she's actually looking over at SecUnit her expression isn't the aggression that might go with how she looks.
It's just a little bit of squinting in the sun and a little bit of beleaguered understanding. She's tried very hard to avoid anyone trying to get her attention. It's been a hard few weeks. For her part, she's wearing a seashell headband that almost looks like a bone tiara.
Someone else trying to get away from the attention by falling in line is getting the sly smile edition of Harrow sympathy. The knowing look, almost appreciative, and the quick blink-and-you-miss eyeroll at the festivities.
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Oberon | Fate/Grand Order
It probably ought to be a bad sign that there's something... familiar... about waking alone and naked in a strange place. Especially given these violent winds and crashing surf nearby. For that matter, the wild weather is probably noteworthy too, isn't it?
"..."
Well, doubtless it will come to him momentarily, he just needs a little more time to gather his thoughts.
In the mean time, anyone wandering the beach might notice the rather handsome, almost princely-looking young man simply sitting on one of the boulders as he gets his bearings. Even more interesting, he seems to be sporting a set of clear, thinly-veined wings, like what you might expect to see on some sort of fairy.
Oh, and he's still totally naked.
II. Festival freeloader
The beach may be a bust, but apparently the local festivities aren't dimmed by a little mere weather. And as luck would have it, the blues of Oberon's usual outfit fits the theme quite well, how nice! Granted, the large butterfly wings might seem a bit out of place, but... well, if one's to be a fairy king, one has to look the part, you know?
Which is to say, once he'd gotten his bearings, the newcomer's wasted no time getting started ingratiating himself to the locals. Always smiling, quick to laugh, and generally offering a friendly word to anyone he happens to come across.
"Have you tried any of these? I must say they're quite delightful!"
Also, taking advantage any free food or other goodies he happens to come across.
III. It came from the deep...
Sometimes, a fellow is just minding his own business, happening to taking a stroll not too far from the beach during one of the less stormy moments, when suddenly, with no warning, something vaguely resembling an orca designed by someone who took the 'killer' in 'killer whale' just a little too literally bursts from the waves and makes a beeline for our poor unfortunate soul. And what does this good fellow do? Does he fight? Sound the alarm?
No, he turns and books it the heck outta there. Hopefully he can make it back to safety in time... Or, perhaps, find another convenient bystander along the way to take shelter behind.
"Don't mind me, I'm afraid I'm just not much of a fighter!"
IV. Wildcard
COME AT ME
((Note on spoilers: While I'm taking Oberon from the end of LB6, generally speaking his threads will not contain spoilers, and I will warn if they're likely to come up! Unfortunately, the reason for this is also spoilers, so if you're a FGO player who doesn't like being spoiled, just be assured that I don't foresee it coming up and will be sure to mention if it does!))
iii, this is CR that has to happen, good with lb6 spoilers
Sayo, always going against the grain, took one look at the monster, glanced at the rapier at her side, and turned tail and ran. While her new domain as a Witch of Zero allowed her to work a great deal of magic, its capacity for firing lasers or flinging swords about was woefully lacking. As much as the idea of a heroic stand against a horrifying abomination was appealing in her mind's eye, Sayo would have to keep such confrontations to ink on pages if she didn't want to be squashed flat.
There were a few things she could do to help, though. A hand reaches out of nowhere—well, not nowhere precisely, that sturdy-looking shop had definitely been there before but it just hadn't seemed important enough to notice—and pulls Oberon inside, where Sayo and a few other stragglers fleeing from the monster wait. "Are you alright? Any injuries?" She looks him up and down, lips pursed.
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the human's plea is the only thing that stays her hand, and the curve of her blade is held at a halted striking position. ]
It's a monster, and it will kill you.
[ in the same way it distorts her own senses, and 2b can't allow that. it goes against her very instinct. if she could help it better, she wouldn't look in the direction of the aggressively splashing waves and abominable masses dueling beneath them. her vision was made to follow targets, so it takes double the effort. her pod pipes up to caution her, aware of a change in her systems: Warning: visual and cognitive impairment imminent. Avoid eye contact with target. ]
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The OA | The OA | Deer CRAU | Paleblood
cw: themes of possession; control over host/host's subconscious; basically OA has transported her consciousness into an alternate self and is actively supressing the alternate self's consciousness.
🙞 arrival — boardwalk
cw: spoilers for part ii of the oa
🙞 text | un: the oa
arrival (cw: brief mention of suicidal ideation)
That was only... so very short ago (days? A few weeks?) He still hasn't quite processed the last month, still struggles to pull himself back out of it all. Even Paimon is strange within him, hazy and thick, weighted from so much abrasive energy last month; the city was like a shockwave of anger and violence and upset. The demon is so tired; lately, he sleeps more than he's awake.
Peter thinks he's asleep now. It's hard to tell, but if the demon were awake, he would surely ripple from beneath his skin with warning, alarm, to the fact that the boy stands facing the ocean again now. But no one stops him. With his back facing the festivities of the Boardwalk, he stands looking to the black ocean, instead. He steps closer, with a hushed exhale, with a wetness of the eyes. The pull is gone now, but he remembers.
There's a loud roar of wave, a crash against the shoreline, and Peter startles a little. The ocean's as restless as though a storm were boiling, and it makes him uneasy. He should head back. He misses Luna, he wants to hold her — after last month, it feels like he can't do enough of that. But something catches his attention suddenly, down along the shoreline. A woman stands there facing the ocean. Close to it, and clothed in the robe that tells him she's a new arrival to this place. Peter's alarm shifts focus to that concept, and he's drawing nearer to her, carrying his shoes in one hand, bare feet stepping across sand.
When he's close enough to hear her voice, something in him freezes. It takes him a moment; it's like remembering a dream later on in the day, hours after it's happened. It's fuzzy around the edges, and strange (especially his mind, which seems perpetually eroded by the presence of the alien brightness trapped within it; things get lost, he forgets things)...... but he remembers some things, too. The scent of mop water, and the feel of a sweatshirt against his fingertips. A teary voice (his or hers?), and a kind gentleness.
A woman with a teasing smile and sharp, knowing eyes, and the scent of the ocean again — but a different place, a different ocean. He wasn't the same Peter, then. She was someone else, too. It all feels like a dream.
Peter has known this woman through many lives.
His eyes are wide and his voice is quiet, barely a match for the angry swell of the ocean. It's been a very long time. Maybe he's dreaming her up now, the way he sometimes dreams of the others from back then. )
You're here.
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Jaina Solo | Star Wars Legends
All the talk of being luminous beings and not crude matter did not prepare her for this. Drifting in the sea had felt right after a sense.
Leaving the ocean... less so. THis new body doesn't drift. There are fewer appendages and they move strangely. But then she figures out the mouth and old words drift to her lips. "What the kriff?"
Boardwalk
Okay. She's on shore. This is new. And being somewhere new means taking in the local culture. Now that she's figured out how these legs work again, she's ready to get moving. Carnival games are a great way to work on coordination again.
She's a teenager and while the body might be new, the fact that it needs food now is not. It doesn't take her long at all to seek out the food.
She's less enthused about stopping and sitting still for anyone to do her hair, but her mom always said to respect local culture. "Oh, okay."
She'll play along.
Monsters in the Water
The beach is important, that much is obvious. So early on she returns there often. Sooner or later that brings more than she was planning on. The closest she can get to placing it is a krakana, or at least a child's memory of being told to stay out of the water lest the krakana eat them.
"Okay, not friendly about to turn into people..."
At least she's found her welcome bag and thus her lightsaber. Maybe Jacen could try to calm this thing down, but she's going with igniting the violet blade.
Monsters
"I can get its attention and keep it focused on me, if you're able to get around it. If you can get on its back, all the better. How's that sound?"
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Mayoi Ayase | Ensemble Stars | Paleblood
Along the shores, remarkably in one piece, is a squid. He's a very ...unusual looking purple squid with big billowing fins and particularly long tentacles that seem to just go on and on. The squid is inching forward in a way that could be described as panicked and distressed squeaking in terror and confusion. His long tentacles are in fact very tangled up. The horror, the squidmanity...
He seems to be slowly inching his way towards a bit of drift wood to seek shelter and could probably use a hand. However, if you get too close too quickly he will shriek and probably start crying.
Have you ever heard a squid cry? Now you have. Good luck.
Boardwalk: Prompt A
Miraculously, Mayoi has gotten onto the boardwalk, in all his humanish glory. He looks no less distressed. In fact, he looks on the verge of having a panic attack. He's pale and fidgety, and vacillates between darting his eyes around in worry and then aggressively looking down to avoid any and all eye-contact with the people around him.
He has his welcome bag clutched tightly to him, and the hood of his robes are up and over his face the best he can manage, but beneath it is still a very terrified teenager who does not know what to do in his current circumstances.
"Ah... there are s-so many people..." He mumbles to himself. "I-I think I'm going to be sick. What should I do, what should I doooooo...?"
Boardwalk: Prompt B
It's happened. It was only going to be a matter of time, with how busy the boardwalk is and with how stressed out he was already. He gets shoved around in a particularly busy part of the shops. Despite his desperate attempt to escape, he's trapped and before he's able to push his way out, he feels his legs go out from under him.
Mayoi's eyes roll back and he hits the ground with a solid thud. That causes enough of a disturbance that the crowd parts some to not trample him. As soon as he hits the ground though, a bit of dark smoke bursts forth, forming his omen.
She is a tiny mouse and she is squeaking to get someone's attention for help.
Raccoon Room: Shadowy Stage.
Ah... he'd found his way here, somehow. He didn't know where to go at first, but some asking around pointed him in the direction of a place with music and, when everything else is foreign and terrifying, that was the first think he thought to find. It's much later in the evening now and it doesn't seem particularly busy. It's not like being in the audience for a Live, of which he's only able to handle for short periods anyway, this is much smaller.
He lurks there in a quiet corner for a very long time, just watching. There's a lot to take in about everything that's happened today and really, he just wants to block it out and just enjoy the performances that are going up on stage. If you can spot him in the shadows, he'll be easy enough to talk to, though he's very good at making himself disappear in plain sight, so no one would blame you for missing him most of the night.
At the very end of the night when the building is nearly empty, he will shyly make his way up to the stage. Is it open mic night? He doesn't care, he gently climbs on stage and takes up a microphone and starts to sing. Not to the rest of the bar. He directs his voice up, as if singing to the ceiling, or maybe to something much higher.
"At the sudden sound of beating wings
I noticed the world had started changing
Such strong, free wings
We’re so small compared to them -♪"
[You can also toss me a wildcard prompt! Or if you want to plot with me, hit me up at
boardwalk, a;
No -- scratch that, he more than recognizes it, because it was his meddling that helped put that voice on stage, whether that voice wanted to perform or not. Eichi pauses where he stands, poised to eat one of the two cupcakes he's dual-wielding, and closes his mouth, considering his options.
He considers them very, very carefully.
But, see:
Eichi isn't dead, and Mayoi isn't dead, and that's honestly doing pretty good, all things considered, given all the squid problems and the chaos and the ocean that seems specifically primed to kill Eichi Tenshouin (and failed, yet again, to everyone's frustration).
He steps over to Mayoi, carefully, his steps light, aiming to not be entirely noticed until he can flip himself directly into Mayoi's path and shove and offensively bright green cupcake into Mayoi's direct line of vision. Nay, into his direct line of, like, licking, if he wanted to.
"Would you like a cupcake? They're certainly making me feel better," he offers. He cannot properly eat his remaining cupcake with any sense of decorum, so he simply bites off the top of the icing, like an absolute monster. It was shaped like a little octopus.
And he bit off its head. Mmm. Cupcaketopus.
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arrival I'm so sorry
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silco | arcane | vileblood
Crawling out of the ocean feels right, beached upon the shore exhausted by the rough waves — but Silco has persevered through the Mariana-fury of the riptides and wash, his little squidself not dashed away. It's dangerous to be on the beach right now, but he doesn't know that. All Silco knows is the effort of reshaping himself, the growing into a human form (once more? a familiar form?) that has angular limbs and sharp cheekbones and crooked teeth, a twisted, corrupted body around a core of banked rage. It's slow at first and then comes all at once, and you, his Waker, have him crouched and damp, furious at his own weakness, snatching any offered clothes, still so grateful to be alive.
One pale eye darts around to his surroundings; the other is an abomination, black sclera that tendrils dark sickness beneath the scarred skin of his cheek, eye glowing orange-red like banked flame, fixed on his Waker. The feeling of connection is there, if coming home, but he's suspicious of it, and wearied by his own suspiciousness.
(( please check and see if anyone else has replied to this prompt; it's OTA in case anybody wants to be his Waker, but i would prefer to go over that opening infodump only once if at all. thank you! ♥ ))
II.
Funny, truly, to see a festival so outdoors. Silco is used to street stalls selling rubbery and unidentified sea creature stews, to sparkling chemical-made distractions for children, to celebration. It seems sweeter and more charming than anything Zaun ever held in his lifetime, but it's also not the pompous and rigid Piltover festivities that are usually held under open sky. That discrepancy fascinates him, and — still in only his newcomer's robes — he wanders through the festivities in the early evening, his strange eye alight amidst the shadows.
To one salesperson whose wares seem more along the lines of fabrics, he stops and inquires in a genteel rasp: "I'm looking for some clothes."
To another manning the dunk tank, he squints and frowns: "I'm not sure I understand the point."
And then later, if you appear to be on the younger side, a child or teen, you might find a bright blue cupcake being offered to you. "Too sweet for me," Silco says, already turning away as though the gesture is simply offhand.
III.
The creature emerges from the ocean tentacle by tentacle, though its suckers seem to grip not the rocks or sand but the air itself as it pulls its hideous gelatinous body from the waves. It's a great dark mass veined with something pulsing and noxious, bright blue or orchid purple veins deep beneath the eldritch blubber of its flesh. Silco should run, should be afraid, can feel his own mind bending to simply comprehend its existence in the space — but instead he stares, fascinated. Even on these shores, invisible threats lurk beneath the waves. It's almost enough to make one homesick.
His melancholy amusement is cut short by two things. Firstly, the creature suddenly moves quickly, far faster than its bulky emergence. It's tentacles carry it forward like a spider with hundreds of legs, and it pancakes itself wider and flatter, taking up space, ink spreading up the beach. Silco should have left when it first started to emerge; it won't be long before it spots him, and anyone with him.
The second thing that happens, though, is his reflexive reaction to the danger. Smoke bursts from his chest and mouth as his omen manifests, and its own dark tentacles take form, wrapping themselves around him protectively.
IV.
(( misc option! canonmates are welcome to recognize him or just the vial of shimmer he has with him, you might want to do more welcome wagoning, or you might have a better idea for a starter that doesn't fit my prompts. ))
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Last month was high tension and revenge giving a hint, this month he can't help but wonder if the instances of bad weather off the coast are an omen of things to come. As if to prove a point about the sea holding the dangers of this month he comes across this particular and baffling scene- a man in the new robes, a creature that grates against Viktor's mind as though trying to slot into a space it isn't designed for. Panic grasps him, animal and rational, the deep shuddering horror of what shouldn't be at the ocean and the understanding of danger, and another in danger.
He's already decided to approach, nearly stumbling with his cane in the uneven sand, when the man's omen comes out. It almost gives Viktor pause, almost, a stuttering confusion at the similarity before he's close enough to hiss, "Come on, this way."
The wind is picking up, and the empty expanse of shore seems too dangerous, too open, but the rocky mess nearby dotted with caverns may be easier to slink to without being noticed.
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ruby | disco elysium | paleblood
i: arrival.
ii: a bar, somewhere in the city.
iii: a home.
iii. a home
Just one of life's little unfairnesses.
The air has the electric scour of a passed storm. She may not know how she got here (but what's new about that?) but she may as well take a page out of the detective's book. Keep an open mind. See what falls in, or out.
That lorry, though. That she knows, at least by it's shape, and she stops to look at it for a while, idly. There's someone on the other side of it clanging away at something, one of those complicated technical tasks that she's always pretended not to find so boring. She's never seen the point of trying so hard with things. People are what's interesting, in the world.
Klaasje pads on bare feet around the side of the lorry, with the silence of a girl sneaking out of her bedroom window, and looks down at the woman she tried to hang next to the man she did. She takes a slow, deliberate drag on her cigarette, tilts her head, and says, in a soft, dreamy husk: ]
Hello, Ruby.
[ OUBLIETTE: A boy once told you that your eyes were brown because you were so full of shit. When you met your eyes in the mirror after, you wondered how he could have misunderstood you so badly. You have never been full. ]
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Atsuko "Akko" Kagari | Little Witch Academia | Paleblood
2 // festive favors, boardwalk
3 // new horizons, crenshaw
4 // wildcard, anywhere
3. hilariously, Ochako legit lives in Crenshaw HAHAHA
[It's not that Ochako (or Bakugou, since he wakes up before dawn for his usual run) forgot to lock the door, it's mostly that there's really no reason to once she and her boyfriend finish breakfast and clean up. One, or even both, of them usually leaves the house afterwards for various reasons. Bakugou goes on patrols or training, and Ochako does the same or goes shopping and locks the door then, when the house isn't occupied. Besides, she and Bakugou both are, um...more than capable to handle most threats. Most.
Ochako hears the door swing open, assuming it's her blond boyfriend coming back from his usual patrol, and she calls out from the kitchen, where a delectable smell is wafting from. Along with the sound chopping, which stops abruptly and is replaced with approaching footsteps.]
Bakugou?! You're back early!! Ne, how was your patrol? I made us some lunch, but it's not totally ready ye--...oh.
[You're not her boyfriend.]
perfection, get ready for the best (worst) neighbor ever
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Beach - Keep your brackets friend!
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jinx — arcane.
guided by spiritual, life's been unusual. thankful for all of the faces i've seen.
smiling from love we share, rival the drugs we dare.
acid on forest, we're lost in our screen.
concrete is paving lanes, somehow we stay the same.
hardened from games, getting lost in this maze.
emotions gone, feel the pain.
no use if you complain.
nature is living in space to be changed.
ii. boardwalk — ❝she's got a gun in her bag & she's waiting for you.❞
i got a cold heart but i'm running hot.
i'll let you cut in that line if you want the spot.
when you're ready.
baby, come get it.
you better work hard.
what'cha you waiting for?
i want you to be my entertainment.
iii. wildcard.
(OOC: IDK man. i'll be honest w/ you. i just showed up here with starbucks cause someone decided to hold me against my will. i have not read anything about this game beyond this TDM. please educate me and pls no bully. im smol. feel free to PM me through the journal if you need anything tho, joke aside!!!)
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H-hey! Easy there, everything's going to be okay! [Scorpia gestures placatingly with her pincers.] I'm here to help.
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IIA / hello from windboundbard :P
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