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Deer Country Mod ([personal profile] reddosmod) wrote in [community profile] countryclub2022-08-25 10:45 pm
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August Test Drive Meme!

AUGUST 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: Hands making a fish net]
[Image Two: A Skyrim Mudcrab staring menacingly]

Prompt Two
[Image One: Dingy, empty and creepy old backroom]
[Image Two: Cryptic, Creepy words scribbled on yellow wallpaper]

Prompt Three
[Image One: Skull on top of book]
[Image Two: Book with pages shaped like a whirlpool]

STANDARD ARRIVAL
WHEN: First Week of September
WHERE: The Farther Shores/The Boardwalk
CONTENT WARNINGS: Monstrous Crabs, Environmental Threat


Normally, the people of Trench would say that September is a fortunate time for sleepers to arrive at it's shores. However, the aftermath of the violent and inconsistent storms in the last month continue to batter the city. The waters are choppy, though they are beginning to calm. The swim is difficult and unsafe, waves threatening to crash unwitting squids into the rocks. It is unlikely to be fatal, but many arrive battered and bruised, gasping as they awaken from their squid form.

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

With theme music!
The weather is awful, and so the mood of the beach is a bit more subdued than on other occasions. Food is hearty and dry, easily packaged in oilcloth, and containing mostly hard tack, mushrooms and dried, cured fish. Bottles of water are included with the food, enough to ensure that the sleepers are well fed, and enough packets are offered for a few days in case they need them, but they are certainly not the most flavorful or exotic, reflecting much more the day to day food of Trench.

The people leading the waking are gathered and huddled around makeshift structures and lean-tos to deal with the awful weather along the coast during this period. Sleepers are brought here, to fires to warm. Among those who are present are the fishermen and women who work at the docks. They, along with several of the Architects from in town, have set up booths. Though they do not demand it of anyone, they politely hint that in the season of change, it is good to learn new trades and to find a place in this strange world the sleepers have been brought to. As part of this, they are willing to offer a chance for the sleepers to help craft fishing nets and other gear for those who will brave the waters to bring back food in the season.

The task is arduous and taxing, but it is not without reward. To those who choose to participate, one of the fishermen will approach them and wordlessly drop a waterlogged box into their lap. It looks dilapidated and in poor condition, but they will say nothing more, staring off into the sea from which it was dredged. When the sleeper opens it, they will find that there is one additional item within the box, which might have been included in their welcome bag normally. If pressed, the fisherman will only say that they found it dredged up along the shores in the midst of their work.

For those who brave the coasts or the waters, there is an increased threat of monstrous presence, though nothing compared to the prior month. Poisonous crabs lurk along the edges of the waterways. Much larger versions of small crabs known to live in caves along the shore, these beastly adult versions stand about three feet tall, and have particularly strong pincers which secrete a hallucinogenic venom. Victims of it are prone to paranoid delusions of danger around every corner, and known for mistaking those around them as threats. The crabs are themselves carnivorous to boot, so they are certainly a threat on their own, though they are very much killable, and supposedly very good eating. Bring in some crab meat, and it should be good to trade for additional food and supplies this month, if you dare! As with their lesser cousins, the venom of these crabs is particularly dangerous to the psychically sensitive, Palebloods and Darkbloods.

LOST BETWEEN STEPS
WHEN: August 31st-September 29, January 2, February 4, March 6, April 8, June 10, July 12, October 20, November 1, December 24
WHERE: Somewhere, you're not certain where
CONTENT WARNINGS: Labyrinth, Liminal Horror, Severe Disorientation, Autophobia, Monster Horror, Fear of Falling


You just took one step back. That's all. A step backwards while you weren't paying attention, and the sensation of falling assailed you. With a grunt, you found yourelf landing hard, but not hard enough to actually break or turn anything. Around you is a carpeted space. There are old, stained wallpaper walls on every side, set up in variable sized cubicle spaces that look like they should be occupied by an office of some sort. Everything smells like mold, stale and sharp. The carpet is a little bit moist and the wallpapers all seem to be hiding hints of mildew. It feels familiar, but even if you have been in this "place" before it is not quite the same. The wallpaper shades are not exactly right. It always feels like you should know it, but you cannot quite place it.

You are not alone in this place. Another seems to have fallen in this place, thank god because the muffled sounds of these halls are already getting oppressive. The electric hum of fluorescent are buzzing in your ears like a plague of locusts and you can practically feel the migraine coming from the unremitting light, but you dare not take shelter to let your eyes rest in the gaps in the lighting. It feels like there is something there. You should probably be leaving, though that's where the problem really begins. No method seems to clearly work. There are no identifiable features to pick out. After several turns, you might find yourself facing impossibly thin hallways or a dead end. Attempts to keep track of your passage with writing, torn wallpaper and balls of twine fail, as it becomes increasingly and inconsistently disorientating, inevitably causing the lead to be lost, or worse? It might seem to be going the wrong direction. Did someone move it? Magic compasses, even those given by the Pthumerians do not work in this "place" This should not be possible, but it is true.

An hour in, because it always takes longer than that, or does it? Time can be hard to keep track of and omnis don't tell time properly here. Whatever, an hour in, and the need to get out of this place will be getting to those trapped within. They do not belong here, and must escape. The harder you run, the more that the dank odor gets under the skin, worsening even if you should not be able to smell it. Occasional items can be found, but all are useless. If you are fortunate, perhaps you will eventually find a hole in the floor. But, looking down it, you cannot see the bottom. Do you dare leap down, not knowing the end? If you do, the passage seems to go far too long to be healthy. The rush of air and the feel of fraying wallpaper comes until you find yourself deposited on the ground of Trench, in front of the statue of the Tower, or in front of the gates of Gaze.

The less fortunate may finally find writing on the walls. Someone else has been in this place. But, as the cryptic words proclaim the need to S̵̨̡̟̗̰̝͚̲̦̗͔̥̞̈͂̆̿̐́̅̓͐͝T̸̠̥̰̭͎͙̮̬͋̀͛̓̽̚Ā̷̧̮̣̪̤̠̫̤͔̩̥̾̊̍̊̀̇͋̍̚͜͝͝Y̶͓̟̍̆̍ ̴̭̲̀͘͝S̵̨͖̩̻̰͇͎̠̻͚͓̱͇̭͖͒̋͆̀͐͋̾̆͝͝T̴̮̹̫̞̘̈́̏̐̒̋̎͛̂̽̅Ĩ̵͙̖̟̥̤̲̆̈́́͘ͅͅL̵͖̣̫̙̹̊͜L̷̫̠̒̽͌͘͠. A ghastly sound erupts from behind you, complete with unnatural, horrid breathing. Steps come towards you unnaturally fast. If you move, look to turn, there is a vision of something black moving into your field of vision, just before a bone-crushing force claims life and in the next moment you wake, screaming at the feet of the gates to Gaze, or the Tower's statue. Remain absolutely still, and the puff of a breath, the smell of cow hair and breath grazes over the shoulder before eventually storming away behind, until the sound is gone, and the unlucky are left to continue searching until they find a hole leading out.


NOTES:
1. Any step backwards can cause someone to end up between places, participating in this event. Exiting requires either falling through one of the holes in the floor or being killed by the unnamed creatures residing between spaces.
2. If a character dies in this event, they do not undergo normal death effects. They awaken in one of the locations indicated, gasping for breath. While harrowing, and possibly a source of nightmares for the next few days, not to mention chills for an hour or two, there is no further apparent harm.
3. It is possible to encounter this prompt throughout the year. At one random, unpredictable day each month (listed above), the space between spaces is accessible. A person could theoretically fall in on that day, following the rules as above.
4. Mapping the space between spaces is difficult, but not impossible. Perhaps there are other locations within the labyrinthian mass, but for now at least they are not findable.
5. If the natives are asked about this place, they will make a warding sign and refuse to speak of them. At most, they will say something about the "veins of the tower."

ABSOLUTE IMMERSION
WHEN: Last Week of August through all of September
WHERE: Gaze, and somewhere else
CONTENT WARNINGS: Possible Life-threatening experiences, Distorted Realities, Fourth Walling, Content Depending upon the Canon Referenced


As the month of September approaches, and Mariana shows signs of having cooled in her wrath, the people of Trench begin to relax once again. Hoping to keep level heads and to promote learning, the Arcane Scholars of Gaze have opened the private stores of more rare texts from the Archaic Archives. Trundling carts of books are being brought out by roped and masked individuals who kindly offer one to anyone who wishes to partake. They limit each guest to three, though they seem happy to trade a book for a book, so it's always possible to get more. They ask only that the books be returned by the end of the month for cleaning and maintenance. Whispers among the Disciples still with ruffled feathers at Mariana's wrath are that this is Never Mind's way of reasserting himself after strange magical books have been found around town. No Arcane Scholar will acknowledge such gossip, however.

The books seem harmless enough. What is wrong with a little light reading? The fiction within is quite enthralling, though after a page or two, a creepy familiarity to the book's contents comes to whoever reads. There is a sense of deja vu, and only when it is too late do they realize that it feels like they are reading the memories and recollections of someone else, perhaps someone that they know! In that moment, they will feel an inexorable pull as the book seems to literally suck them into it, along with anyone unlucky enough to be next to them!

Those who read these magical books will find themselves trapped in an event within another canon reality. The intent, of course, is to broaden their horizons and experiences, to teach moral lessons through new memories, but as always Never Mind seems not to understand the possible perils. The scenario that they find themselves in, which may be of any canon, is always one of immediate and very real peril, a time in which the character's life is put into immediate and very real peril. They have to prevail or flee successfully to escape the chapter and end the book, though for their troubles it is quite possible that they might bring something back with them. Hopefully it's nothing dangerous!

NOTES:
1. Any Canon may be used, including canons not present in the game. Players are encouraged to use their imaginations, though it is worth being aware that the entirety of the Cthuluh Mythos may be found among these collections, should one wish to utilize these books.
2. There is an actual physical threat that is present in whatever scene is viewed. If it is necessary, a threat is fabricated from the fringes of the memory, even if this changes the canonical scene. It is a real threat and can cause death or harm. However, these threats are killable through all normal fashions, and can be escaped by clever captives. Once escaped or defeated, the sleeper is deposited out of the book.
3. The books are absolutely indestructible, and even if the sleeper does not return them, ravens will break into their home (ruining a window and making a mess) to retrieve all books by the end of September. Multiple books can be enjoyed throughout the month.
4. Items retrieved may be anything from any canon which does not count as a significant power acquisition. Weapons can be brought, though they will be mundane once they emerge in Trench. Players are limited to retrieving one item from another canon per character during the month.

CODING
miyagimagic: (133)

I'M WILDCARDING and you can't stop me!!!!!!!

[personal profile] miyagimagic 2022-08-29 05:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Daniel has absolutely no idea for how long he's been here. With a lack of clocks, windows, or anything else that could give off even a remote sense of timing, he may as well have been here for a day already between these ever-continuing walls. Every single time he goes around a corner, expecting to finally see something different, it's just more of the same. The same off-colour walls, the same slightly stained carpet, the odd scent in the air. The even more odd sense that there's something about this place that's both familiar yet completely strange, all at the same time.

It's getting to him. The man notices his feet moving quicker and quicker. Not quite a run, not yet, but he's definitely pacing a lot quicker than he was in the beginning, or than he normally would. Like he might find an exit quicker if he just looks for it a lot faster, even though he doesn't come across anything that looks like it.

The only thing that keeps him from freaking out is the cold metal of the moon necklace he can feel against the skin of his chest, hidden underneath his shirt. Even in this situation it seems to provide him with a sense of bravery, the feeling that he's just got to keep it together, and that's how he'll find a way out. He tries to think of what mister Miyagi would have done under these circumstances, and tries to keep breathing, focusing on that as he keeps moving.

But the fact that it's otherwise so weirdly quiet here makes it very obvious there's another presence right up ahead, around the corner. Not that Daniel can tell what it is, mind you. It's just that he suddenly senses it as he gets close enough, too close to back out in case it is something dangerous. He just has to go ahead and face it, because - for better or worse - it's the one change he's seen in this entire place so far.

So he steps forward, turning the corner, moving his hands into position as if he's ready to defend himself, because despite the fact that he knows it's not like karate of all things can defend against the monsters in Trench all the time, it's the only thing he's got going for him in this moment.

As he does turn that corner though, in position, twitching like he's ready to move--

-- he realises it's not a monster at all.

Though it's something equally surprising. No, even more surprising. Seeing a monster under these circumstances would be normal at this point, in this strange, strange place.

Seeing this teen of all people, out of the blue, in the middle of this tense situation..

Daniel lowers his hands immediately, weak as ever against the sight of someone important to him, a fact that easily could have killed him here if Robby were just an illusion, a monster taking on a familiar form. It's something Daniel doesn't consider in this moment though. (It's not like he'll have time for that. It's not like he'll have much time for anything here, like thinking about the multitude of complicated emotions that seeing Robby of all people brings, though he doesn't fully know it yet.) Instead he just stares, jaw hanging open.

".. Robby?!"
imaglyphwitch: (psyched)

[personal profile] imaglyphwitch 2022-08-29 05:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Pretty much, yeah. Some of the blood we have work to make magical artifacts. Honestly, I ought to really look more into that? But the type I do is different, so I tend not to think on that kind of magic.

Oh, I'm saying the moon will enhance whatever kind of magic you're doing, even pacts! How you make your own artifact is up to you though. If you do the blood magic, just make sure you ask around to get the proper information.

[The last thing Luz wanted to do was have this girl dabbling and then make some horrible mistake, especially about magic she didn't really understand herself].

Your magic can be taken away? Whoa. On Earth we don't have magic unless someone from the Boiling Isles realm wanders into our world! I had to learn my magic from the Isles itself.

That's good though, you'll probably be regaining your magical abilities in no time! There are a lot of books around here to help you research what you need to know, and there are several witches who live here.

Edited 2022-08-29 17:21 (UTC)
asyetunheard: (neutral)

[personal profile] asyetunheard 2022-08-29 06:22 pm (UTC)(link)
--Will she?

[Skepticism leaked into the business-like tone she was trying to maintain here, and a certain narrowing of her eyes at reference to Harrowhark Nobagesimus was enough to set adrenaline opening a tap throughout her system. Judith, recalling her own training and the bits of work Camilla Hect insisted upon, drew in a deep breath...

-- it was still not enough to quench her nervous fear.]


We had an argument on our last meeting where she sealed my mouth shut, Ninth. Unbidden-- except for those blasted envelopes she insisted on reading as soon as she spotted the Crown Princess and I.

[She scoffed. ]

Camilla explained what she had observed of your Reverend Daughter before she awoke.

-- is she still your Reverend Daughter? Or has she been corrupted by that traitor beside the Emperor?
Edited 2022-08-29 18:25 (UTC)
strongroots: (tango)

o-oh 😳 1/2

[personal profile] strongroots 2022-08-29 06:27 pm (UTC)(link)
This is Trench.

The boogeyman side of it, anyway, or so Robby suspects. The warnings, cautions; the preparations to danger he's been given over and over. It's not the beasts or fight of monsters that've gotten the spotlight, but when you fall back into some horror movie set in a timey-wimey office, you get the gist of what's going on. Especially after that first maddening hour: That oppressive force, noises that can't quite be made out but that never have a notable source; a maze of corridors and rooms with nothing of note, nothing leading anywhere. Nowhere leading to a way out.

Shit, is what Robby thinks, over and over. Shit, shit. Shitshitshitshit.

A weapon would be nice, even without a tangible or seen force to put it against. Nobody's pulling out the karate moves and surviving in the thrillers, and all Robby manages to obtain in all of this is a long-forgotten stapler.

(He's not Jackie Chan. He'll get one throw or a lucky hit and then bail.)

So here he is, crushing said stapler in his grip; the sensation of being watched, known, the possibility of being found more maddening than ever. The writings on the wall are as taunting as they are worrying, a worry he keeps down, refuses to indulge. He'll get out, he has to -- even as the halls start to lose anything to differentiate them from the last, as his senses become more oppressed, less focused. The stench in his nostrils, the anxiety that presses against his ears, his shoulders stiff.

--And then he hears it. The sound of footsteps in a hurry, if not a run. Around the next corner, with a way forward clear ahead of him. Robby stops in his own rush, cursing without thought how well he hears his own feet come to a standstill, was he heard? -- and he contemplates dashing forward, or turning back and finding somewhere to hide.

But there was nowhere for a while the way he came, and going forward could give him a running start, but would it be enough? With not knowing what's down there, and what's coming his way as he stands here debating. Closing in, closer, closer -- Robby takes in a breath and readies himself, holding the make-do 'weapon' and with his legs ready to dash around whatever comes --
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[personal profile] stoicsilhouette 2022-08-29 06:43 pm (UTC)(link)
A small sigh escapes Megumi's lips. He shoots her a look before returning to gaze at the tree.

"Just know that losing blood here is probably different than in your homeland. Here spilling blood can lead to corruption and beasthood."

His tone serious and a bit somber. He pauses collecting his thoughts as he continues to look out at the epic tree.

"Yes, you will feel warm and safe in the proximity of that tree. The flowers I used to make the tea only bloom in the spring, but it heals all year round."

As the boy speaks, Kage's head tilts, muzzle facing downward, her large golden eyes fixed on Freckles' ragged clothing.

Not surprised the young girl hasn't ventured too far from the shore, Megumi offers her a proposition.

"I'm heading into town after this, you can come if you want? There's plenty of shops and better food."

At this, Kage perks up and looks at Freckles inquisitively. Her tail wagging back and forth excitedly waiting for her answer.
strongroots: (bag)

[personal profile] strongroots 2022-08-29 06:43 pm (UTC)(link)
It's a man that does.

Not just any man - and the fact it's a man, who it is, isn't what causes Robby to swing the stapler at Mister LaRusso, but it is what makes his elbow make sure the swing misses him, swiping at the air between them. A face he wasn't expecting, a man he doesn't know what to do about. He pulls his arm back, a foot too, staring wide and incredulously at the figure.

Mister LaRusso, here; him, of all people, at any time, in this place.

There's a beat of his chest, a rush inside him, confusion and guilt and this smaller desire to run -- and then there comes the doubt and the guy who knows how this kind of horror story goes. Bring down his guard, trick him, don't even make it to the end credits.

His mouth is slightly agape, his wide eyes lowering with the furrow of his brow questioning, apprehensive, and then - a man like Daniel will notice it, the way that Robby looks at him quick, up from down and back again, assessing.

"Mister LaRusso." It's strained, the way he says it. Thick against the tone of relief it means to give, and how it's interpreted is up to the person: because of the situation they're in, the way they've caught each other off-guard, or -

--To give a chance of lowering Daniel's guard further before Robby goes in with the side kick to his more exposed knee. A hope to make him stumble, then to come in with the stapler again to his shoulder (a head would be better), a punch forward for a face or chest.

Because trick or not, Robby's not about to underestimate any kind of Mister LaRusso. If this place knows what it's doing, he needs all he can get, to at least wind the man before bolting.
stoicsilhouette: (116)

[personal profile] stoicsilhouette 2022-08-29 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)
They usually hang around the puddles inside of the caves, away from predators. But these guys here are much bigger. [ And more aggressive he might add.

A hearty crab continues towards Kage and is met with a deep warning growl to which it pauses. ]


They seem territorial and curious. [The young man reaches down towards his shadow.

If Hakkai is sensitive to spiritual energy, he would notice Megumi's shadow has a reflective quality much like a dark pool of water. Reaching into the umbra he pulls out a charcoal blade that appears to have been steeped in an inky black aura.

If not it will appear as if the blade has been pulled out of thin air just above the ground. No aura will be present.]


We should give them their space.

[Not keen on killing animals with the exception of for food or safety- Megumi motions over to the boardwalk. If they decide to follow, now that's a different story. ]
freckled_doll: (Freckles: Huh)

[personal profile] freckled_doll 2022-08-30 12:20 am (UTC)(link)
"Really you wouldn't mind me comin? I ain't got anything to give for it. Unless you'd like to see my act. 'Fraid it won't be quite the same since I won't 'ave a fancy pretty costume, but I'm the best at it. Or I can do any other chores you need, I can peel potatoes, clean, anything ya need."

Doll really did seem more concerned about being a burden and not being of use than anything else. The thought of not sleeping behind one of the boardwalk stalls, or under the planks trying to find shelter was a bit more welcoming.

"I won't be any trouble. And I'll even help look after Shadow."
melodramatrauma: (My favorite topic)

[personal profile] melodramatrauma 2022-08-30 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
Ugh, I can't that name is so uninspired and dull. I thought I'd give it time but it doesn't speak to me in the least and sounds like what you'd call something you found on the side of the road.

(There's a dramatic sigh and show for the words that hint at something of someone who's tired of just being bored and uninterested. Though with the whole open and the next floor revealed there is a bit of a grin.)

The name is Double Trouble. And it's time we make our exit.

(Dropping down through the whole, there was no scream or loud thud. Just a falling sensation for what was far too long, followed by landing along wallpaper, but finally boots made contact with stone and mud. Standing Double Trouble brushed themself off to look back up at the tower.)

It seems the scene has changed again. How thrilling.
faceblocks: (emphatic)

[personal profile] faceblocks 2022-08-30 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
[small victory: seeing the postural shift bring with it the slight melt - a melt that slows, but seems to have worked enough that vi can't discount it. feelings aren't exactly controllable though, not even in the most temperate of people, and that's ...definitely not jinx. trench seems to manage to find ways to unbalance even the most even-keeled of sleepers - but it's a start, and---

(uh oh)

---the solution's smart, and maybe she should have seen this one coming - the clenching of her jaw, the gleam in her eyes and now the colorshift in her hair (useful as an indicator) - that's jinx in a nutshell - from cold to hot in seconds - and she probably can't feel the scorch like vi can right now. it's enough to make her back up a pace, sucking air in through her teeth.]


Hey. H-hey! Maybe ease up on thinking about whatever's got you all hot and bothered before we end up being Sleeper soup.
opheliac: ✖ malagraphic (all i need is you by my side)

[personal profile] opheliac 2022-08-30 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
Then get out. I know what I'm doin'.

(that is... debatable if anyone else besides vi heard her say this. the tone unfortunately comes off rough or she sounded a little offended but she's not meaning to... or did. after all, she is currently thinking about the stupid scoreboard and how miss vi vi always seem to be on top of every damn thing, always seem to be so much better.

CRACK! -- finally her hands push through the ice and she is able to move her legs. the water is pretty hot but it doesn't seem to bother jinx at all. except the skin on her legs are now slightly red but it's fine. she doesn't feel the pain or any stings. exhaling out a sigh though, she walks her way back to the shore with her hair resuming on to be red but with some blue streaks. it's a sign of her calming down but still a little heated (ha) over her thoughts.)
faceblocks: (side eye)

[personal profile] faceblocks 2022-08-30 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
[it's hard for vi to be truly be offended over tone unless she's looking to be - so it's an afterthought here, but it's still ...coming from powder, from jinx, it has taken some getting used to. she hears her own roughness reflected back on her - the kind of ribbing powder had gotten more than she gave back, and now ...the tables have turned.

and so has the tide, or the temperature of it, anyway. vi does just that, backs up further, giving her sister literal and metaphorical space to process all of this. coldblood powers. silco's ...sudden (or not so sudden? when had it happened?) absence.]


Well, good then. Someone's gotta be the brains here.

[a bit of a jest as she moves out of the water and crosses to meet jinx on the black sand. vi knows she isn't stupid, but she's glad to see her sister catch on fast. in her element (also ha) powder had always been a quicker study - it was just others that had been slow to see it. maybe not vi as much, but mylo ...and even vander to some degree.]

Check out your hair. It changes color when you do that.

[snatching up her bag as she passes it, slipping it back up and on.]

You good to go? Do we need to talk about what happened back there?
opheliac: ✖ malagraphic (if I want it I'ma take that)

[personal profile] opheliac 2022-08-30 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
(now meeting up with vi, jinx glances down at her almost red lobster legs and then also grabbing her left braid when she comments on the color. huh, it's so weird to see her hair be a different color when it's been blue all her life. if her hair changes depend on her mood, jinx will see it as a downside. sometimes she doesn't want people to know how she's feeling -- moments she would rather be secretive but maybe in time she can learn to keep her emotions hidden?

like right now being the perfect example. she would rather not talk about it and just toss it up as some weird arcane sparkle-y glitter thing. so at the glance at her big sister, she only flashes her a smile that is painfully fake and a small shake of her head.)


Nope! We're good. Everything's squared away now. (and then she leads on climbing back up to where they left fang and her things.)
opheliac: ✖ malagraphic (Dropout)

[personal profile] opheliac 2022-08-30 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Double Trouble"?

(well that's a bizarre name and a mouthful to say, too. and who has time these days to say a long name? she watches them go down the hole and jinx doesn't follow suit just yet. carefully listening for any screams or any sign of death or gruesome sounds once they went further. but nothing. so soon, jinx tags along -- sliding down until she makes it to them -- her bottom plop on the wallpaper which hurt just a bit.

but she doesn't stay down for long as she gets to her feet and readjusts herself; looking at their new surroundings..)


Beats lookin' at the same shit. — And I got news for ya, "Double Trouble" isn't gonna cut it for me, either. 'Less you're actually trouble which I haven't seen yet.
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[personal profile] knowsvinewhip 2022-08-30 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
Like us -

For a second, he glances over to his new companion, the alarm masked under a neutral expression. But no. He doesn't see anything that would mark - Ah. He must mean people used to trouble. How foolish of Hakkai to leap to a conclusion so quickly.

Of course then there's a whole bunch more information that leaves him blinking. An orphanage? Marriage? "You must have truly settled in."

Then, as always, onward. He nods in a random direction before starting forward. "I came from the opposite way."
knowsvinewhip: (A little after twelve)

[personal profile] knowsvinewhip 2022-08-30 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
"Of course. However, if there is any danger, please remain behind me."

A couple long steps and Hakkai edges himself in the lead. He's likely better equipped to take on an sort of antagonist in this hall - this strange place. At the very least, better equipped to provide a shield.

Literally, not necessarily the human shield type.

"I suppose we're meant to choose one?"
saltyadam: (adam-017)

[personal profile] saltyadam 2022-08-30 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
"Seems as good a direction as any." He nods, and they're off to explore. And hopefully towards an exit.

He's not sure how he feels about having settled in here. Meeting new people hammered home how normal this place wasn't. Something he swore he'd never be able to forget. But really, what choice did he have?

"I suppose I have," he allows after a moment. "I've been luckier than most."
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[personal profile] knowsvinewhip 2022-08-30 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
How interesting...

[The crabs, naturally. However, it could also mean what's going on with the individual and his shadow. The sudden feeling of energy in the air. It has him looking over his new companion carefully. To see if he can pick out a mark. Or any other sort of identifying features.]

[If not, well. It's not as if he's unfamiliar with people who can pull weaponry out of nowhere.]


I agree. It rarely pays to taunt the wildlife.

[His expression is endlessly mild, agreeable, as he follows the gesture towards the boardwalk. Why argue? If there are easier ways to earn his keep here, fine with him.]
knowsvinewhip: (I know I'm not forgiven)

[personal profile] knowsvinewhip 2022-08-30 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
How ironic would it be if they were heading West. But here, in these endless corridors, it's impossible to tell. All Hakkai knows is the place needs a deep cleaning, and it seems to be designed to confuse them.

"Is that a bad thing? To be lucky?"

Yeah this is casual exploring conversation for sure.
saltyadam: (adam-016)

[personal profile] saltyadam 2022-08-30 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
Adam's trying not to look too closely at what's clustered in those dusty corners, honestly. He's focused on anything that might be a door, a hatch or a window. Any escaping light that may lead the way out.

"Not at all. I just don't particularly feel like I've done anything to deserve it. I know people who have and suffered instead."

He shakes his head. "I'd never give up my husband. I just wish I could give that same thing to others sometimes is all."
knowsvinewhip: (Now it's running my way)

[personal profile] knowsvinewhip 2022-08-30 05:58 am (UTC)(link)
Some very dark portion of him spikes painfully with envy - someone speaking so fondly of a relationship like that. But it's smothered. Now is not the time. And someone simply sharing their thoughts doesn't deserve the weight of old cares.

"The world frequently doesn't care about what we do and don't deserve, from what I've seen. It makes its own decisions."

Like throwing collectors of strays your way when you never expected, never thought you wanted, them.

"We'd best hurry to escape this maze then."
tealeafs: (if i feel the most alive)

o-oh, thank you...... o////////o

[personal profile] tealeafs 2022-08-30 06:08 am (UTC)(link)
She knows that look in his eyes as he's looking at her. It's how most new people tend to look at this point, she thinks - and Chizuru can't help her. The way she turned back into a person is such a blur by now in her mind that she's pretty sure she spent most of the time Robby is currently experiencing in a way that's even much less coherent than he is in this moment.

But he is turning back. He's moving again. He's talking. They're all good signs, and at least they have Chizuru hoping that the other will be alright in the end, even if the boy doesn't look to be in the best shape.

.. boy. He does look like a boy, she thinks. Maybe on the verge, that strange border between being a boy and being a man, especially in Chizuru's culture and time where boys had to grow up so much more quickly. He's got to be around her own age, she thinks, or maybe a little younger. It's always hard to tell with these western-looking men, so unfamiliar to her before she found herself surrounded by them here.

"It's okay," she says, careful to keep her gaze on his face to make sure she doesn't see a little bit too much if he suddenly decides to move.. But Chizuru smiles, seeming much more confident and reassuring in this moment than her usual meek attitude would allow. But she knows this is a situation in which she has to be reassuring, like an anchor, until this person is fully themselves again. "I know.. it must all seem really confusing right now. But don't try too hard to think of everything at once."

That sounds like a recipe for disaster while you're still out of it, after all.

"Try to focus.. on you. On your body. Once you can sit up, I have some clothes for you.." Chizuru pats the robes lying next to her on the sand. Nothing too fancy, mind you, since she just grabbed one of the outfits for the newcomers from the people handing them out, but it'll have to do for now.

(Not to alarm you with a sudden realisation about your state of undress or anything, Robby.)
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[personal profile] saltyadam 2022-08-30 06:19 am (UTC)(link)
It didn't take a genius to figure out that there was more to Hakkai's comment than his tone implied. It also wasn't any of his business.

"Nothing's attacked us yet at least." He turns a little, offering a smile. "Maybe we'll both have some luck."
knowsvinewhip: (Like a sheet)

[personal profile] knowsvinewhip 2022-08-30 06:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, I wouldn't - "

Go that far. He almost says it. Before there's a sudden, prickling, warning sensation in the air. Behind them - he realizes in a sudden turn, ready to throw his hands up in warding.

But nothing's there.

"- I fear we aren't alone here."
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[personal profile] strongroots 2022-08-30 02:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He can't do it. Move out of the way he wants to, know that he should be capable of - his memory is allowing him to know that much - and he's aware: of the failure, the spiking anxiety and the wait for impact; of pain and metal pressing in like a knife into butter, so easily, the flood that will come with it.

-- It never comes. What does is that cracking sound, a crunching that sounds unlike what he can identify, but intense. His ears ring with adrenaline that makes him feel lightheaded, more dizzy in his haze; but no pain comes, nothing does, and Robby looks to follow where he thinks the person must've gone if not above him. No shadow cast, so, behind.

And that's what he sees them, them? a woman? -- with her blade buried into a creature so large, Robby can't almost believe it to be the crab that his brain can only point to. It's pinned in the most unfortunate way, an awe-inspiring display at both ends of the spectrum of fear and astonishment. More so, the longer that Robby's gaze lingers on the specimen.

He might be a bit tongue-tied, this time not quick to speak. His hands move against the sand, half his gaze staying on the scene as he tries to pick himself up, even if just to put weight on his forearms, bend his elbows to even see if he can get to comply. Slow, awkward --

and even more so, when you're not sure of what to think of a person who just single-stabbed an oversized crab to its death. ]

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