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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
strongroots: (wasss)

[personal profile] strongroots 2022-08-30 02:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Please Ford, picking fights with each other over karate is the true karate lyfe. But the subject of clothing does give a pause to Robby. That mention of the welcome bag, too. He looks aside, taking a moment before he admits:

"Where I'm from, Bigfoot's about as likely as bags watching up from sea just for you." Or more likely, if you were shipwrecked. But his arrival's different from an accident, an admittance and an explanation of, I didn't look for it, and this is why, without the doubt for what Ford's suggesting.

Some people just have more open minds than others about the supernatural, a bigger curiosity for the weird. It's still weird now, to be talking about some bag that was out there for him; like some thing he should have taken more serious, along with the rest at the time.

But maybe more importantly, on the subject of clothes: "I miss somewhere giving out actual clothes? Place doesn't look it's doing so bad that it can't spare some shirts."

And the rest.
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[personal profile] opheliac 2022-08-30 03:46 pm (UTC)(link)
(it's a slow look over her shoulder to sansa then a shake of her head and scoff. jinx can't help but to smile at the sheer face that this girl is literally trying to tell her what she can and can not write.)

Aaaaand there you go again. Doin' that thing that you do that I hate. How about you just keep that pretty lil' mouth of yours shut when it comes to me and my sis, huh?

(jinx turns back around to walk on but then suddenly stops. holding up an index as a "wait a second" motion before facing her again.)

— Actually, scratch that. How long have you known her exactly? Or better yet, how much DO you know of her?
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[personal profile] opheliac 2022-08-30 03:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Why?

(she stops in mid-step to do a spin to face akko; a loud stomp bounces throughout the walls as she lets her foot back down. there's a wide grin on her face and a giggle -- biting her bottom lip.)

Whaddya think, silly? 'Cuz it's fun to get back to those who hurt ya first! — PAYBACK!! Ever heard of it? It's preetttyy rewardin'. You oughta try it if you haven't. Victory tastes sweet, I promise.

(then with a hum, she moves on ahead -- maybe even faster pace to try and lose her.)
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[personal profile] robussy 2022-08-30 05:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the fractured shell seeps of monster blood and something thick and oozing, absorbing into the sand with every wet, pelting drip. it makes the woman wrinkle the bridge of her nose, but not much else as she sets the beak of her boots against the carapace and pulls the weapon from it with a single slosh. she could clean up after, and brings the spear back to its spot behind her back.

her priority was now the young man, here, struggling to breathe steadily as much as rise. the woman with silvery hair chopped to a pixie cut and cool ice blue eyes never takes her attention off him. she looks for injury, warnings, and finds nothing more than the superficial. ]


Can you stand?

[ professional, astute— but there's a silver lining of compassion at the end of her words that she can't quite bottle. ]
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[personal profile] madgamerhat 2022-08-30 05:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"If you insist," Sato nods.

The old man allows the other to take the lead. He prefers not to disclose his combatting capabilities unless necessary. While standing in the hallway, Sato debates which door to choose.

"Hmmm, that appears to be the case." Sato rubs his chin. "It looks as though some are locked. No matter our decision, I'm sure it's all a gamble."

A gamble, a game, that's what the Trench is about...right? The old man contains his excitement. At least today's not going to be a bore. He smiles.

"How about you pick a door first," Sato suggests. "If it's the wrong answer, then I can choose the next one."

Teamwork is key. Though working with a stranger doesn't suit many. However, Sato enjoys learning about his fellows in Trench.
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[personal profile] dohaeris 2022-08-30 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[a misstep. sansa frowns. the glaring lights and creeping damp seem to be getting under her skin. she thought they resolved this on the boardwalk. evidently she was wrong, or the suffocating, head-aching atmosphere of this place is getting to jinx too.]

I was the one who came to get her when she was trying to sleep on the beach, no matter all the storms we'd been getting, to wait for you. I helped her make up a room for you instead. We both came out of the ocean when there was snow on the ground, and then we both went back in. I came out sooner, and she asked for me on the net work, so we became friends. I gave her a place to stay, and she gave me her protection. She probably knows more about me than I know about her, because I don't like to ask people about things they don't want to tell me. She only told me enough about you to know what to look for; that you had long blue hair, and you were short, and brilliant, that you made bombs and other things. And I said I would look for you, because I have to look for people anyway.

[she stalks (squelchily) over to the wall, and chalks a passable portrait of arya stark in her guise as cat of the canals, replete with a little sword that hadn't been present when sansa saw her in the portals. it's markedly half the size of the vi drawing.]

Because I have my own sister, and brothers, and none of them are here. I look for them every day, to make sure they haven't wandered off into the Trenchwood unarmed to be killed by beasts, or worse. We were separated at home, forced into hiding, and one of them was killed along with my parents. I didn't know any of them had escaped until I came here. I was pretending to be someone else, because there's a bounty on my head in the Seven Kingdoms. I am Sansa Stark of Winterfell, I make clothes and leather armor; I'm a Paleblood and I can look out the eyes of animals and know what they know. When I came here I told everyone my name was Alayne Stone because I had been hiding under that name for over a year, and I didn't know if I had enemies here waiting for me. I only told everyone my true name a few days before you showed up the first time. And now you know more about me than I know about you. I hope that helps you to feel better.

[she writes 'too little to be frightening' over the picture of arya.]

Don't worry, she's littler than you. You're very frightening.
Edited 2022-08-30 21:35 (UTC)
strongroots: (SMASH)

[personal profile] strongroots 2022-08-30 05:49 pm (UTC)(link)
She's...someone. It's about all Robby can think, looking at this girl before him, dressed in a way that's not unknown, but -- distant. Unfamiliar, yet not in a way that's foreign, strange. Is this what this world is? This existence - some style of dress like hers, and his eyes search for more to understand, head tilting to the sight of the shoreline. Over there, he thinks he can see something. A pier?

Focus...on you. Robby looks back at her, the turn of his neck easy, though the weight of his head, his limbs and his torso are a peculiar sensation. She has clothes she says, and he follows where she guides his attention through her movement, small as it is. Clothes - clothes are a good thing, the mention inspiring some recognition, even if not the full force of it.

(But, he would definitely prefer to be dressed, wouldn't he? Even if the robes look shapeless, stranger than her own clothing - he knows they would help against the chill from the water, carried in the wind.)

He'd like those. That what he settles on, but he heeds her words, isn't guided by that voice that might be called stubbornness by some. Maybe it's her reassurance, her person; a calming quality about her, despite the thrashing of waves behind his back. Robby goes further, finding strength or response in his elbows to help him get up; he keeps a wait on one arm than to withdraw it, and trust his hold on his own weight.

The goal are those clothes. But in it, now somewhere between sitting and leaning, Robby can't help but to look again back out to the shoreline. Not for that pier, not for the buildings beyond, but - along the sand, the unsettled sea.

"--Will the others- get here?"

Focus on you, she said, but he can't help but to recall how, out there, it hadn't just been him. His only company, all swimming - for come here.
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[personal profile] stoicsilhouette 2022-08-30 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)
The wolf excitedly circles about. "Kage , emphasizing her name, doesn't seem to have any complaints. So we'll figure it out."

He doesn't stay long on the topic. When it comes to contributing, Megumi isn't particularly picky and he's been extremely self reliant from a very young age.

"How good are you at picking vegetables?"

There's a small garden he's been working on, preparing for the winter that's to come. No stranger to the unbearable ground at that time of the year, he's made it a top priority to get it done in time for the harvest season.

Placing the container back into his shadow, the young man begins to take a few steps in the direction of town.

Turning to Freckles, he wonders what her "act" could be. She spoke confidently of her abilities and said something about a fancy costume, but her way of speaking doesn't come across as a stage actress. So maybe some other type of artist. But then again, a good actor could be pretend to be anyone, right?

"So you're some kind of preformer? What's your act all about?"
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[personal profile] faceblocks 2022-08-30 07:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[that smile. vi knows a fake smile when she sees one - but she can't say she's never done it herself - only gotten a bit better at making it look real. it's ...fine. she doesn't really want to talk about silco right now either - so much easier to shunt it off until some other time. and she's not the best person, maybe, to talk about feelings or blood powers, so yeah - trudging back up the beach to an omen who shrinks down once she sees them approach? seems like a fair enough plan.]

Okay.

[that 'okay' might not sound as sure as it could, but it's all she's got. well, let's get you squared away now. the first parts of it are easy enough. no clothes in the bag, fine, clothes are something vi has a lot of access to, but as for something immediate? that's going to fit? that's a bit harder to come by. but, then again, she'd dealt with loose trousers and belted up tunics for a few days.

it's not too long of a walk, and there's a visible change in atmosphere as they enter the district of cellar door - the streets are bustling - and they are full of all sorts of places, all sorts of people. the buildings vary wildly, but almost all are magnificent in some way, even the worn down ones have an ...air about them. statues spatter the area here and there - and as they wind the streets (which are also full of sounds, smells - almost all meant to be pleasant in some way - to someone - it's a hodgepodge.) it's not an impossibility for someone to be "relieved" of their jewels as they pass, should jinx decide to do that - she'll likely have a few opportunities, and she's quick.

vi will stop in front of the rookery, and hold a door open so that jinx (and fang, thanks) might enter first.]
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[personal profile] miyagimagic 2022-08-30 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Robby has some things going on for him here that are in his advantage. Mostly the fact that Daniel's guard is lowered. There's no way it couldn't be under the current circumstances. He's still reeling from the surprise of seeing such a familiar face all of a sudden under these circumstances, and while he knows that look on the boy's face, he assumes it has a lot more to do with surprise on his end than what Robby actually is about to do. It means that Daniel, despite their different levels, only barely manages to dodge that first kick. He wasn't actually expecting Robby to lash out at him like this, after all.

In fact, he still doesn't know why it's happening, even as it is happening. As much as Daniel is well aware of the corrupting influences of terrible men like Kreese and Silver, and as much as he knows that they did get to Robby to some extent, it's never involved the other getting physical with him. Sure, Robby will say all sorts of things to try and dig underneath Daniel's skin, that's something they've been over already, but Daniel never thought for a moment that Robby would actually attack him like this. No matter what either of those two could have told him, they could never twist Robby this far. (He hopes, he prays—)

Another fact acting in Robby's benefit here is the fact that Daniel absolutely does not want to fight Robby.

The reason Robby is attacking him doesn't even better. Daniel doesn't know what it is. The idea that Robby might be some illusion conjured up by his place does cross his mind, but even then the idea of actually attacking the other makes his stomach turn. He refuses.

It means that while Daniel does block the boy's attacks, he doesn't seem to do anything to strike back. Even if Robby does try to keep hitting him, Daniel only seems to move his own limbs to fend off the attacks. If he spots any weaknesses or open spots in the other's movements or position, Daniel doesn't take advantage of them.

The only thing he does seem to do is try to grab a hold of that stapler in the other's hands, prying it out of there and throwing it across the hallway until it hits some wall far behind him, just to get it away from them. Daniel doesn't feel like suffering a lethal head wound under these circumstances, and he refuses to even let Robby get hurt by accidentally hitting himself with it in the struggle. It's a factor that had to be taken out of this equation first.

It's only when it's gone that Daniel dares risking speaking up in the middle of all of this.

"Robby, stop!" His voice is firm. Some people who don't know Daniel might see just that in it, but Robby knows him better than that. Regardless of how the other might perceive him in this moment, there definitely seems to be something desperate in his voice. Pleading.

Because it hurts. Even though the other doesn't get a hit in on him, it still hurts just to be doing this in the first place. Something about the other's moves is so familiar, like the many times the two of them sparred together during training, and yet it's so different, the familiar moves being drowned by the moves that are familiar not because they are Daniel's own, but because he's faced enough members of Cobra Kai to recognize those mixed in.

It makes him think of the tournament and Robby's betrayal. It makes him think of the old times, before Daniel went and ruined those. It makes him think about the many, many times he's thought about the kid afterwards, worrying about him, wondering if he's okay, wanting to be there so bad because he has no one else and yet--

"This isn't important right now! We have to get you out of here!"

Or, well, they ought to both get out of there. It's what Daniel means. It's what he intends on trying to get done here.

But so much emotion stirs inside of Daniel's chest, and it makes the sentiment at his rawest core leak out instead. He has to get Robby out of here, first and foremost, because none of this feels safe and if he, despite everything else that has happened and that has yet to be said or spoken about, gets Robby hurt even once more on his watch, it will rip Daniel's heart in two.
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[personal profile] opheliac 2022-08-30 08:13 pm (UTC)(link)
(after they collect her things (her carrying fishbones over her shoulder and pow-pow on her back), jinx then walks along side her sister -- doing her best to remember the path but it's a bit impossible on her first go. she will have to take this route a few times until she can have it all in memory. and thankfully, the robe she is wearing (damp now) has pockets because with this place with so much traffic, it's a good time as any to have her fingers go to work.

maybe she doesn't need to do this, maybe she does -- regardless, she slips her slender fingers in various pockets and wrists to tuck down in her own. if vi were to pay attention to her little sister, a few of these little tricks would be painfully familiar due to these tricks were taught by her. she was horrible at pickpocketing as a kid but now? it's like child's play to her. surely, she should be impressed right? or disappointed because she's still being her criminal self? who knows, who cares.)


(at the sight of the rookery, jinx freezes in place for a split second. is this where vi lives now? huh. living the fancy rich life. but somehow jinx figured she would live this way regardless in the end -- if she stayed with the cupcake, surely she would turn all proper and sophisticated like the pilities. to forget about zaun and their people like they were old gum that lost its flavor -- tossing them out in the trash. how disgusting.

still though, she makes her way and... all looks so intimidating; none of it suit her own ways at all. it's there jinx already makes the decision to find somewhere to stay after awhile. the home reminds her too much of piltover and how snobby the city above is. so whoever lives here with vi are probably just as snobby.)
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[personal profile] strongroots 2022-08-30 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)
He knows how different it is to be fighting someone older. Someone more experienced, who can put up a defence if they want to, aren't trying to teach the other a lesson by being lax in their responses. Daniel LaRusso has been that man to him, plenty; and this is familiar, all too familiar, in a way that tightens his chest and makes him angry in how wrong this feels. If this is what this place is, conjuring up illusions; if this is what he has to do, and what kind of fucked up nightmare would lead to this--?

The plan wasn't to stay. The plan was to distract and then ditch, go down the hallway unknown, lose Daniel by some luck if he could. But all he manages to do in their struggle is to round himself with his back to the way he was meaning to go. The way he should go without question, without delay. But his eyes are always locked onto Mister LaRusso, and the pleading in his voice tightens his fists to hear it. What if it's him-- it can't be, there's no fucking way--

"Bullshit!" His hands are up and ready, keeping a space between them; his gaze on Daniel hard and fixed. "I've been forever in this place, and you show up?! I'm supposed to believe this."

There's a hiss to his words. A challenge in them, a disbelief. But for what Robby says - and for how he positions himself, now on the defensive, not hurrying to lunge forward, but with a strong grip to his fists - he isn't moving away. He isn't running, leaving here, before this too convenient Daniel LaRusso can have a chance at him.

Call it being willing to deface the demons playing games with you (and not because you could be so easily tricked by certain faces, again and again and again).
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[personal profile] threelayers 2022-08-30 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
A quick nod, and Neopolitan was moving to the edge of the hall, silently coming up to the corner and looking around it, down and into... a massive hallway with lots of alcoves, all with the same sickly hued yellow wallpaper as far as the eye could see, though she might have caught a final bend on one side. That got a frown from her and she looked back to her very ...

...

Huh, she pointed at Marci, raised an eyebrow again and tapped her throat before shaking her head, then pointed at Marci again with a small smile. Might as well be sure. She could hear sounds, but maybe this girl couldn't talk either?
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[personal profile] faceblocks 2022-08-30 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[vi only notices once instance of this - and she's of two minds about it. firstly - don't do that - but she's projecting a bit because of her own recent experience with theft the previous month, and there's enough chance that the reckoning doesn't care if jinx picks a pocket or two that she doesn't say anything in the moment. plus she sees pickpocketing all the time here and in willful machine, and does she stop it every time she sees it? no.

secondly, she suppresses a small smile, because, as expected: she's good.

vi is keenly aware of how this must look. how fancy it must all seem. and to her, it's still fancy somewhat, but not compared to other things she's seen in cellar door and other places. it hadn't been her plan - her original plan, she supposed, would have been to hole up in some shitty place in ...probably prufrock, where many other hunters congregate, or even dracmouth - but that plan hadn't had the chance to properly form once she'd found mostly kindness (and some fond? accusatory? shouting) from other sleepers - once alayne had offered to take her in like it was nothing - not even an imposition or an obligation, but as if it were something she actually wanted to do.

getting used to that, as a rule, had been ...weird. hard. also easy?

violet's room on the third floor is in a state. her huge bed is made for the first time in forever, and that's only because she hadn't been sleeping in it. she hadn't been sleeping much at all. clothing's piled haphazardly on her floor, one chair is completely overtaken with laundry, and the other with sketches. (the only with laundry looks as if she's sat on the dirty clothes rather than move them - they're a bit flat).

a pair of beat up cast iron gauntlets hang from a carefully placed hook in the wall, above a a string of lights with paper stars suspended from it. ten paper stars arranged together in various clusters.

three empty plates are stacked on her desk, each one bearing crumbs, but the topmost one still has cookies on it. several notebooks are stacked beside that, along with some little pieces of sea-themed statuary and an overflow of small paper stars and the paper with which to make them - more notebooks on the floor beside her bed, and two on the bed itself.

all three windows are open, and there's a bird that's decided to sit in one of the red-leafed branches of the huge white tree poking its way through the floor and back out again. it pays none of them any mind.]


Well, this is me. Mine. Yours? Put your stuff wherever. [she will move that pile of laundry from the chair to the floor just now.] I have a bathroom. [it takes her a moment to add the rest - as she's still unused to having this at all:] just ...mine. There's a shower and a tub.

[sometimes it sounds awful when she points these things out - having a bed, having windows, real food at eat, a change of clothes. she can now add 'a bathroom' to that awkward list.]
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[personal profile] opheliac 2022-08-30 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
(normally when once would talk too much for her liking, she would interrupt or tell them to cut to the chase. here though, jinx actually being attentive but only because her sister is in the mix of her explanation. now will jinx show any sympathetic towards sansa now that she went on very length-y about herself? of course not. she is still a stranger and she isn't the type to trust others if they are not a zaunitie. and even then, some of them her people no longer stick to the old ways of "we stand/band together against piltover".

and does this make her feel better? somewhat, yes. these facts about her jinx can use to her advantage. to what, she is unsure but it's something good to have in her back pocket when needed. now when it comes to her and her sister, it makes her feel... inadequate. it leaves her wondering if her and her sister will have that kind of connection or if it'll even be possible. the two of them are so... different now and sometimes it gets rather awkward to be around her and unable to come up what to really talk about.)


(jinx looks over at the drawing but doesn't criticize it in any way. she has a motto when it comes to art -- to never talk down on anyone's art skills. every design is beautiful; even if the art is nothing but lines. they all have a deep meaning and a story to tell. if sansa suspects jinx to say anything, she is horribly wrong. all she does is soak in the information and then turns on her heel to walk on. there has to be way out of this place or she'll go bonkers. which says a lot because she's already a nutcase.)
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[personal profile] opheliac 2022-08-30 11:02 pm (UTC)(link)
(inside vi's room, she sets her own bag down -- peeling off pow-pow and fishbones to the floor. slowly, she begins to investigate. not snooping through her things (that will come much later, probably) but just seeing what this room has and stepping over any clothes on the floor casually. jinx tilts her head over to the bathroom; a quick peek but not fully going in there yet.)

Seems like you're livin' pretty good here.

(a fancy home with possibly new and shiny friends. well, she doesn't know that part yet but something in her bones is telling her vi must have nice comfy friends she spends a lot of time with and laugh with. which makes her wonder... why is she needed then? things seem to be going well for her in this new life at first glance so is there any room for her in this shiny world of hers? seeing enough, jinx makes her way back to her bag -- her hand reaching inside to fish out the bunny doll. giving it another pet, she makes her way to vi's bed and gently places it against the pillows; proping it up.

again, this is probably a doll vi would rather have back so. there you go -- no longer it will hang on those lines and waiting for a bird to knock it over. and no longer it's shoved in a toy box or hung above jinx like its been crucified. it's now safe on the bed to rest with ease and to enjoy any sunlight and air it'll come to it. one more look over at the doll before turning her attention to vi.)


So, you got anythin', uh, clean for me to wear 'till I get my own duds?
Edited 2022-08-30 23:02 (UTC)
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[personal profile] faceblocks 2022-08-30 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[it's the nicest her bed's looked since ...ever, probably. and the little bunny kind of completes it in an off-kilter way, its patches and construction playing up the tones of the bedding, the mismatch of too many pillows.]

Yeah. Yeah, I do. [that's a different, neater pile - no wait, that's the dresser - that's where the ones she hasn't broken in live. There is one grey-purple sleeveless linen tunic with violets embroidered on the hems in gilded thread, a pair of dark, loose trousers, and two pair of green leggings. it's started to turn cold, so violet rummages for a thermal shirt, and a couple vests that can be layered. there are a couple pair of underwear in odd prints. she will present this pile to jinx with an awkward smile.] If stuff is too long, I have belts, and I have scissors.

ᴏʀ ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʀᴇɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ꜱʜᴏʀᴛᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍʏ ᴄʟᴀᴡꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇᴇᴛʜ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ.

..or that.
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[personal profile] stoicsilhouette 2022-08-31 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
[That's a sensible and respectable answer.

Keeping an eye on the crabs as he backs up carefully towards the boardwalk. Taking advantage of their cautious retreat, the agitated crustacean who's been testing Kage, goes for a swipe at her tail, but fails.

The pincer goes straight through it much like a wispy hologram before returning to its normal shape.

Monitoring their aggression levels, Megumi makes a few quick swats and warning jabs with his long sword. This is enough to intimidate some of the more brazen of the bunch.]


Careful of their claws, that's where they store their venom. If you're a darkblood or paleblood it's especially toxic.
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[personal profile] theomachy 2022-08-31 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
It's alright. We can have better circumstances for talking later.

[ it does feel like something is following them, but erwin is good at picking out things in the periphery and there doesn't seem to be anything close enough to be dangerous, at least not yet.

at one point his hand drops to her shoulder, briefly, a gentle thing after one of the times she whips her head around.

you're not alone.

he sighs, at the question. ]


Sometimes. It's not always things like this, though. There's a variety of options for things that are out of the ordinary.
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[personal profile] theomachy 2022-08-31 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ thing is, he thinks he knows where he is, but as he looks harder, it's not what he originally thought it was. anything familiar fades away in the very near space, actually, into something he's pretty unfamiliar with. he's not worried, but it is a little unsettling.

he doesn't let that on though, just hums idly like he's contemplating. he'll figure it out. ]


We're used to scouting. That... well, was our job description. But no, not generally. Falling this far off the path is rare as far as I'm aware. Things are often strange here though, time and space seem to be relative.
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[personal profile] theomachy 2022-08-31 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ eh, he's used to it. the scrutiny, that is. this place itself is still a big fucking mystery.

he's doing his best to remain personable and conversational, though. it's fine. it's super fine. ]


Of course.

[ really, even if she did run off with it he still has a pretty good grasp of things in his mind as long as things aren't actively changing behind him. he holds out the paper toward her, pen tucked underneath between two fingers. for a guy with one arm he doesn't seem to have much trouble. ]

I've been through several areas multiple times, but this exact corridor seems new to me.
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[personal profile] saltyadam 2022-08-31 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
Adam curses and spins in the direction Hakkai turned to on instinct, knife in hand. His ears strained in the darkness -- this guy's hearing must be better than his.

After a strained moment of seemingly nothing he whispers -- "Where?"
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[personal profile] kappastrophe 2022-08-31 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
He goes about using shakujou to round up and incapacitate some of the local crawlers. He can't quite shake the quiet. Should be some useless monkey screaming about how the big one's his.

At least no one was trying to shoot the fuckin things.

But this had always been what worked for Gojyo, what settled him. Using his body to accomplish something using his hands, his muscles. He knew he'd never be a smart man but he had a knack for figuring out the practical shit. Taking a hammer and fixing his shitty, rickety stairs or hauling some heavy materials across the yard.

So he feels satisfied, settled in his bones when he brings his haul back for Hakkai like a dog with a bone, pleased to show it off for his master.

"Crab dinner for two?"
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[personal profile] freckled_doll 2022-08-31 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
"Kage. An yers was Fushiguro. Never met anyone with a name like that either."

Repeating the name, it was strange the way that it sounded and way that it felt saying it, but there were stranger names that she called people. Following she stuck close to Kage, just a step or two behind Megumi.

"Never had to pick 'em, anywhoo I know what ta do once they're picked. Had kitchen duty plenty a times an' had ta help with preparations. Shucking, chopin, snapping. But I reckon if once I know what ta look for it'll be simple."

Besides picking vegetables meant food, and usually warm for that was properly prepared.

"I was in a circus. Did what big brother called Aerial Ballet. Basically, I'm on a tightrope and do a bunch of stuff where I'd keep my balance. Up there above everyone. For really tough crowds they'll even drop the net. Usually only when the Baron was there though."

And with that she effortlessly climbs onto the rail of the boardwalk and begins walking along it with ease, occasionally doing a little spin or cartwheel.
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[personal profile] thatsmymagic 2022-08-31 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ Akko tilts her head at the feeling of the claw - surprisingly non-pinchy! But also decidedly not human-like. Ah well, she's been a lot of different animals herself in her lifetime thanks to metamorphosis magic, seen plenty of inhuman creatures, been and spoken to fish - and after all that she got reborn into a new reality as a squid. A scorpion-woman might as well happen, it's not that weird.

Also she's very tall and that makes Akko feel a little safer. Between that stinger on her tail and the intimidation factor of the height? They're probably safe. Like almost certainly safe.

All the hallways look exactly the same. There's literally no indication of which way she should be going. Akko's nose scrunches up and she turns to smaller talk out of nervousness. ]


My name is Akko, by the way. I'm new to Trench. And also new to falling through the world.

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