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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
imaglyphwitch: (befuddled)

[personal profile] imaglyphwitch 2022-08-31 04:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Well I'm guessing only a select few people like it, but it's necessary to get it down right.

[It was honestly pretty surprising to find someone who wanted to be a witch that didn't like studying that much. Granted, that was before Luz thought of Eda, who had a very frank dislike of schools and all they entailed].

That's the spirit! I felt the same way when I was trying to learn magic! Just be careful who teaches you, all right? Some people here aren't exactly brimming with good intentions.

[It was Luz's forth world popping experience. By now she was just very used to it].

Whoa. I never heard of that even being a thing. In my world you just can't do magic, as far as I know. Then again, it's been several years since I've been on Earth.
strongroots: (sack)

[personal profile] strongroots 2022-08-31 04:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Robby watches him come to a sitting position, a move not suspected. But he doesn't say anything against, vocally or otherwise; he's taking a bite into the rice ball at that moment, some of the tastes familiar on his tongue, but not whatever the flavouring is in there. Not decided if he likes it, but it's food, he doesn't detest it, so he chews without complaint.

It's his company - Paul - that he's working to figure. Is this charity? Giving him company - the new guy - and he's inoffensive in what he's doing despite what a very tiny nagging in him wants to protest. He's not that prideful, but neither does he want to be suspicious as that last question comes along. Oh, he knows a guy with a car here alright, and that's not a conversation or revelation he wants out right now.

"Yeah, Earth," he answers first. "Plenty people have cars where I'm from, but - I know someone already. Met up with them." Not a lie, and he can keep himself casual through half-truths, doesn't avoid Paul's eye after taking a bite that isn't fully swallowed. "No one with a car, but- what about you? You drive anything with an engine? What about your boats?"

There's a friendliness that rolls in at the end there, encouraging the questioning onto Paul as he gestures to him with the rice snack in hand. Enough about him, what about you?
cuddlery: (happy scorp)

[personal profile] cuddlery 2022-08-31 05:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[Now that's the infectiously positive energy Scorpia likes to hear! She grins at Akko's request.]

Of course! I know plenty of places to check out. Once we get out of this place, our next stop is a culinary tour of Trench!

[Now to just hope that the optimism carries them through this whole ordeal... Scorpia's smile fades a bit as she glances around.]

I've got about as much of an idea as you do! Which I'm guessing is none, because that - that's about where I'm at when it comes to this place. ...So, yeah. I think we might be good to start moving!

[And she'll start moving in the indicated direction!]
robussy: (pic#15837207)

[personal profile] robussy 2022-08-31 05:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ at any other time she would just go for it; 2B studies his body language and facial expressions carefully— he's uneasy. uncertain. not exactly rebellious or obnoxiously rowdy. just vulnerable, and perhaps uncomfortable for a handful of reasons.

she didn't know which it was, but she knew what was the result and what, perhaps, she could do to alleviate his distress. 2B offers her arms in a hovering gesture, as if to show him she could help with support in some way. ]


Would you allow me?
faceblocks: (vi-456789-369)

[personal profile] faceblocks 2022-08-31 05:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[those years stretch a gulf before and between them, and while vi is sure footed when it comes to taking the distance between buildings in easy, leaping stride - this is unfamiliar, uneasy and untested territory. it's more like taking the tightrope all the way across.

so she'll let her sister take as long as she needs in the bathroom, making an attempt to move and fold a bit of that laundry before she's sure that jinx is busy - water running - at least the sounds of being showering - before she'll sit down and pick up that bunny, turning it over in her hands and mirroring the gesture she'd seen, a gentle stroke along its head - down and over the ears, holding it close to her chest and swallowing a sob she didn't realize she'd been holding in. the sounds of bathwater cover her own waterworks. by the time they stop, fang has climbed onto the bed and curled around behind her, pushing her nose into vi's shoulder. she does not offer any commentary, only a wet nose and her ears, for scratching.

jinx will find her sitting cross legged on the bed, dry-eyed but no longer solemn. she has a plan, at least.]
strongroots: (SMASH)

[personal profile] strongroots 2022-08-31 06:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He wonders, even if he doesn't see the reason to question the offer. But it's the reason he's quiet for a second or so before nodding his head. Arms extending back, ready to take a grip when she should come in closer. If there's one to take, or she holds her hands on him at a different spot.

Regardless of positioning or the way she might hoist or be more careful with helping him get to his feet, there will be a stumble; a moment where Robby tries to steady it, get used to being upright. He'll make use of the support she gives as his eyes are down below on feet, and that using his legs this way - it's not that unusual. Strange, but less so than it should be. He knows how to stand, even if he isn't entirely good at it.

But it's good to know. He glances at the woman, the briefest of pauses before- ]
Thanks. Can you walk back? So I can try.

[ It's tentative, some tiny part of him wishing he didn't need to ask, but at least feeling that he can, which is nice. If she tries to move her arms away or let go, he'll throw in a quick, 'mm--uh, think I still need a second' to stop it. ]
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[personal profile] miyagimagic 2022-08-31 06:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Even now they're no longer coming to blows - or trying to come to blows, anyway - Daniel, too, is still staring at Robby, their gazes locked onto each other, even if it's for different reasons entirely. It's not even that he's worried about Robby hurting him, but the man is worried about him deciding to suddenly turn around and run off, lost in whatever the hell this maze of rooms with the same faded wallpaper is. Especially with Robby still so clearly worked up, mirroring the way adrenaline seems to rush through Daniel's own veins, telling him to get out get out get out over and over again. He wishes he could just grab Robby and drag the two of them out here, but it's not that easy when there's no exit in sight. When there has been no exit already for the eternity he's been wandering around between these walls.

He knows the only thing he can do right now to make things better is to resolve the other's confusion. Because Daniel is starting to grasp that Robby thinks he isn't real. Maybe a good and cautious thing to think in this situation - though Daniel himself is fully convinced that this is the real Robby, because nothing but the real Robby would immediately fall back on this method of suspecting the intentions of everything around him - but it sure doesn't help them right now. And Daniel doesn't even know how to prove to the boy that he's real.

Not when bringing up anything that only the two of them know would be much too tender and raw after everything that has happened recently back home.

So instead he stares, thinking. Frantically trying to figure out what he can do here, only to come up with nothing - which means that there's only one thing Daniel can truly do here in the hope that it might relieve the other a little.

And that's just.. dropping his stance. The tension in his muscles disappearing. His hands lowering, until his arms are at his sides. There's no tenseness in his expression either, nor the shock from a moment ago.

There's just resignation. A look in his eyes that Robby has seen more often lately, pretty much every single time Daniel tried to approach him since things got so tense between the two of them. An edge of something sad, but a very quiet kind of sad.

"Alright," he just says, the same emotions in his expression echoing through in his voice, and then admits, "I don't know how to make you believe it."

There's nothing he could do that wouldn't mean Robby would find some way to assume an illusion or a monster in disguise could do or know that as well, after all.

".. but I'm not going to fight you, Robby."

Though it's firm, it's a resigned kind of firm. The kind where the way Daniel exhales makes it sound like his very soul is leaving his body.

I'm not going to hurt you again.

"So if you want to hit me, then.. go ahead."

Will that convince Robby that it's really him so they can instead work on trying to get out of here? Daniel has no idea, but he's only flying by the seat of his adrenaline-fuelled pants right here and now. Something about this place is putting him way too much on edge. There's no time to think of anything else.
opheliac: ✖ malagraphic (The road is long)

[personal profile] opheliac 2022-08-31 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)
(her shower goes as one would expect. nice and also a bit long. long because as always, her hair is such hassle to deal with and she hopes vi won't be too fussy the fact she had to use... a good bit of her hair products to keep it from being a mess. but the water shuts off in time and she grabs towels to dry off and her hair. but she doesn't come out of the bathroom quite yet. for a little while, she is trying to build up the courage to exit out of the bathroom to face her sister again.

with both her hands on the sink and her head low, she exhales out a few deep breaths to get all the nerves out. "mylo" emerges again with head a tilt; ghostly whispering at her direction. jinx shots him a look and mutters to him quietly so vi won't be able to hear -- even though the door is closed. but maybe the walls and what not are paper thin, not like she would know.)


I know I can't stay in here forever.

(pstpstpstpsptpstpstpst.)

— I'm not scared. I'm just .... (she pulls back and does weird hand gestures at him.) there's a lotta stuff to take in, okay? Didya forget I was squid? Twice?

(pstpstpsptpstpsptpsptpst)

What? Me? Yeah, right. C'mon, it's just Vi. Not like I haven't... spoken to her before. I just gotta treat her like I treat everyone. Not a big deal. Totally not a big deal.

(pssssstpsptpsptpsptpsptpsssst.)

Ugh! You're not helpin' me. If you can't come up with somethin' good to say, then shut up.

(PPPPPPSSSSTT. in which jinx's response to that is literally hissing at him like a stray animal before turning her attention back at her reflection. thankfully, he vanishes to give her some alone time but again, she sighs out as she takes one step back. looking over at herself, there's a small sway in her stance as she slowly lifts up her arm -- forming her hand into a gun. tilting her head to the side, she shuts one eye and sticks out her tongue then "shooting" her reflection. 'i got this. we got this.' a new phrase her sister says that somehow she ends up taking a liking to.

with arm drop back at her side, she does a spin and makes her way to the door. it opens and she greets her sister with a lazy grin.)


So! — You gotta fill me in on the food here. Been eatin' like rich snob yet? What's it like? Is it really better than what we had? Or they just added some extra stuff to hide the mold?
opheliac: ✖ malagraphic (but I know them birds saw me)

[personal profile] opheliac 2022-08-31 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Yyyep! Don't really see the issue here, Small fry.

(except she is only one inch taller than her so that nickname doesn't fit at all. but it's just jinx being a pain now on purpose because she enjoy riling people up when it comes to her views and opinions on things such as this. making clicking noises with her tongue, she lets her fingers run and drum along the wall in hope maybe she'll feel something out of the ordinary in them but... so far nothing.)
robussy: (pic#15837210)

[personal profile] robussy 2022-08-31 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ at first, 2B's support hoist is behind the young man's back and just underneath his opposite arm, whilst making sure the arm closest to her is in a sling behind her neck. any step she takes is carefully designed to take it easy. she remembers the time she awoke on shore, and her systems were heavily compromised. she couldn't walk. she needed to allow a reboot. it's a little different in execution, but not too much.

2B is, unfortunately (or fortunately?) not the best at small talk. it's not in her design, but it's always been a suggestion from pod. she'll keep moving in accord to what his needs are. oh, more time? she's got it covered. by what! how?! well—

she quite literally sweeps him up off his feet as if he were a twig. it's not impatience; it's more her recognizing he needs time, exactly as said. although "a second" is probably an exaggeration. ]


You need rest. [ "reboot", as it was. ] And robes.
opheliac: ✖ malagraphic (I'ma straight up villain)

[personal profile] opheliac 2022-08-31 07:16 pm (UTC)(link)
(ah, yes. she had forgotten that this to be a possibility, too. there was mention jinx was here before (a few times actually?) which meant she might have had some "friends". or if she knew herself (which she feels she does), these "friends" were more so people of interest who she could use to her advantage to some degree.)

Oh really? Welllll — if that's the case and if we're acquaintances and all that, is that still up for grabs? The bombs in the lab thing. But nice to meetcha, Adaine. or Addy. Or Ears.
Edited 2022-08-31 19:17 (UTC)
opheliac: ✖ palpo (in space to be changed)

[personal profile] opheliac 2022-08-31 07:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Then it all makes sense that I got this coldblood thing. I'm a real good fighter. Even without my guns, I can kick down even the biggest guy twice my size.

(with her hands behind her head, she walks on then tilts her head over to peek at sansa and her threading along.)

— I'm gonna guess you don't do much fightin' since Vi is offering the protection shtick.
strongroots: (mash)

[personal profile] strongroots 2022-08-31 07:26 pm (UTC)(link)
It's difficult to be standing there. Watching Mister LaRusso, the hairs on the back of his neck as raised as his adrenaline, and what is he doing here, sticking around? That's what the logical - surprisingly logical - side of his brain is arguing with him. This is a trick, this doesn't make sense; in a town full of people, it's him that shows up?

But it's so much like him.
That's the part that has him wrestling with his doubt. The presence that blocked his blows, the sound of his voice, the twitching of muscle and the drop of a face. That look he gave him at the tournament, always acting like he's right. He's the only one that is, he knows what's best, and maybe he was right all along--

It makes it harder for Robby to keep his gaze the longer he stares at him, his guard slower to lower than what LaRusso's already dropped. Slower, but a tightness in his throat - a memory he can't remember, but a shame, a confusion, a need to talk to his old sensei again; did he? - makes the struggle in him continue, the question of what to do.

Which isn't going to be to attack him. Robby exhales a breath himself, a sideways glance taken in the disbelief; but he takes a slow, small step back as he lowers his arms with the fists stills in their place. Just half of the way, but his eyes are back on Daniel, a tightness in the line of his shoulders. And yet-

"We don't have time for this." Understatement of the day. "But if you want to prove you're you, I'm only going along with you if you walk in front. I don't trust this place, and I'm not--"

--going to trust you. Robby holds his mouth before his tongue can lead that way, knows the damage a remark like that can do because of a hot head, a temper. He sucks in another breath instead.

"--I'm not doing this any other way right now. If you can't trust me, then try a different way."

It's a truce, a compromise. Putting the ball in Daniel's court, a more meaningful gesture right now than what talk can offer. Give Robby the easier shot when his back is turned on him -- and trust that he won't take it, even though he should trust Robby as little as he should be trusting Daniel.

(Or less.)
faceblocks: (food)

[personal profile] faceblocks 2022-08-31 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[the only thing violet hears is that very last hiss - and it doesn't register as something to be wary of - it's just a sound, like a hum or a click of the tongue - a verbal fidget, if there's such a thing.]

I dunno about the rich snob part. Maybe a couple times? [ a laugh. she keeps smoked fish in her pocket in a little cloth, so probably not as much of a food snob as jinx might think.] Ask some people and they'll tell you I'm a slop eating barbarian, but it beats prison food by a thousand miles, and it sure beats going hungry.

[she doesn't care if anyone thinks that.] Some of it's pretty close to home but in the good way. There's this little ...food stall that sells noodles that you can get with fish and this sweet sauce? It's so good! I mean. It's terrible but in the best way. There's so many places with all kinds of stuff. They had a festival a while back, and there were these sweet things with jam in them shaped like little wolf paws? Other shapes, too, but I liked those the best.

Oh! Eggs! I learned how to make eggs?! [surprise!] Sansa's a way better cook than me, but I can fry fish! Potatoes and mushrooms, too. I got to punch some bread dough, but bread's ...I don't see myself making that anytime soon. It's ...fussy. But that's fine, cause I know where to get bread, and pies. And cookies. Have the rest, they're really good.

[she points to that topmost plate on her desk - a few chocolate cookies are left. vi has been feeding so many people - it's her new hobby. making sure her distracted, nerdy friends remember to stop fucking with gadgets and eat. and that her other friends get stealth bombed with cookies. that being said, she laughs again:]

And yeah, there's moldy food here, too. If you know where to go, or where not to. Would you believe this shit: some suckers pay extra for mold.

Bring your bag over, I can show you the stuff in it that's not weapons.

[reaches over fang and pats a space on the (huge) bed.]
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[personal profile] dohaeris 2022-08-31 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[sansa's experience leads her to doubt that. she thinks arya is probably capable of taking down large men, but with strategically placed knives, not kicking. but she's not about to say so. and maybe she has some magic or chakra technique that helps her. she offers jinx a small, placid smile, loosing thread as she goes.]

No, not very much fighting. My magic is better suited to scouting, and someone has to see to the supplies.

[sansa's training and interests lie in subterfuge and intrigue, and while military strategy bores her somewhat, she knows wars are won and lost by their supply lines. in fact, if it was up to her, she wouldn't want to waste someone with jinx's talents for weaponsmithing on the field, but she feels saying so would only make jinx angry with her. at least coldblood magic should keep anybody from getting too close.]

I usually have Lady with me, and my hellhound Vhagar if anything's going to be dangerous. Vi would fight for me if I asked, but I try very hard not to have to ask her. She spends enough time at the Outpost hitting creatures with her hands for Lord D.

[her tone is wry. if she is trying to shift jinx's hostility away from her and towards d, well, she's fairly certain he wouldn't care.]

I don't like to put my friends in danger. They all seem to find it well enough without my help.
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opheliac: ✖ malagraphic (All my temptations are)

cw: brief nuuudiitttyyyy

[personal profile] opheliac 2022-08-31 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
(huh so there's a good amount of food spots here, that's good to know, definitely. sure zaun had that as well but there was a lot of "better get there bright and early or you'll get scraps" kind of thing to them. and even when you get there early, you still had to inspect the food to make sure there was no mold. except for jericho's. his place was always the top notch. while listening to her sister ramble on about food (and it's making her hungry), she removes the towel off herself and makes her way to the clothing that's laid out before her -- her long hair trailing along the floor.

as she slips it on, it is swallowing her but not too bad. but there definitely needs to be some adjustments to it but that can wait. it's just the two of them anyway for now so if there are nip slips or the like, hardly a big deal. at the mention of cookies, jinx cocks her head and (without meaning to) shimmer speeds over. again, it's a good thing it's only vi (and fang) here otherwise it'd probably be jarring how she was at one spot and suddenly at another with a plate in her hands.)


(she takes a bite of the cookie and instantly rolls her eyes with a hum at the pure deliciousness hitting her taste buds. but quickly, jinx stops getting side-track then looks over at her bag. there's more in there? huh. this time without using shimmer, she heads over to the bag, takes it, then heads back to her sister. jinx joins her on the bed with the plate still in one hand and hands her the bag with the other; talking while chewing.)

What else is there?
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[personal profile] theomachy 2022-08-31 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Weather phenomena, the tides and moon affecting peoples minds, it seems to depend on the month. This one is recent, at least in my experience.

[ they come to a split in the halls. it gives erwin pause: he looks both ways, considering, like he's trying to figure out by seeing which is the better choice.

in the end he goes by vibes, though: the path to the left has bad vibes, sure, but the path to the right is absolutely drippingly rank in the vibe department.

so he gestures toward the left bend in the hall. ]
nada: (Angry - Huff)

Nadir | Original Character | Paleblood

[personal profile] nada 2022-09-01 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
I. Crabbing

[Nadir was taking the whole waking up in a new world as a squid then turning back into a kitsune while gasping on the shore for air like an idiot who forgot how to breathe with a pretty good stride. He was pretty unnerved he had been in the middle of something and then suddenly found himself in the briny deep with tentacles and what he'd call a butt beak, even though that would be wrong and a pretty rude thing to say to an actual mollusc, but in the grand scheme of things he has done in his life, it was maybe a 6 out of 10 on the scale of Things To Be Unnerved About so far.

He was honestly more offended by the food they had given him, his natural ability to speak before he thought making him say out loud how lacking it was in appeal, even as he had tucked into the dried fish as he spoke. In return he was told pointedly he could get better food (and reward) if he brought back crabs. He obviously took this challenge.

But once he reached the shore where he was told there was a swarm of them he saw what the joke was in this suggestion. They were large, they were tearing apart some sort of dead sea creature and shoving it into their mandibles, and leaking some sort of bodily fluid that Nadir was going to be fairly sure wasn't harmless. He's seen to many poisonous bodily fluids not to recognize that sheen.

Undeterred, he can be found trying to catch a crab, hovering out of their reach but any time he starts to duck in to try to swoop at one he has to pull right back up from the multitude of pincers snapping at him. Perhaps that's funny to your character, perhaps it's pitiful and you'll offer aide or a snarky remark...]



II. Backrooming
[It was one annoyance after another, and now he found himself in some rundown office building? That was more of a nightmare than waking up in the ocean as a squid.

He hits the floor hard, unable to concentrate fast enough to catch himself and hover before he does so. He lays there for a second, more surprised at the sudden shift from the boardwalk to the interior than from any sort of injury, before he's lifting off the ground, almost Dracula from a coffin-esque, and continues to go up, flying stupidly fast at the ceiling where he just came from. He slams into it hard, expecting to find some opening that was enchanted to look like ceiling panel, and he topples a few inches before catching himself, crying out:]


Ow! C'mon!!

[He's too busy rubbing his head and glaring at the ceiling to notice anyone else in the room watching his clownshow...]


III. Wildcarding

((Up for pretty much anything, feel free to DM me or PP me on [plurk.com profile] mundofine if you need to plan anything. You can read info about him here!))
opheliac: ✖ palpo (how to have a breakdown)

[personal profile] opheliac 2022-09-01 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
"Lord D"? — Who the hell is that?

(a teacher maybe? but it'd be odd for vi to train under someone else when she's always been the teacher. although, hear her hitting creatures with her bare hands is no surprise. because what other way is she to hurt things than her hands? the day she sees vi use a weapon will be the day she swallows gunpowder for the second time in her life.)
theomachy: (005)

crabbing.

[personal profile] theomachy 2022-09-01 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ erwin has better food at home, that's not a priority for him (especially since he's only on the beach helping new sleepers, not aiming to get anything for himself) but he is still new to the whole seafood thing. like sure, fish from rivers and lakes, but shit from the actual ocean? that's wild.

anyway he wants to murder a crab and take it home to eat. that's the purpose of his trip out to the beach today.

he's seen a lot while he's here but a person outright hovering is still a little new; he pauses long enough to take in the sight (ears and tail and all) before looking down at a smaller crab with big dreams approaching him since he's just close enough. it's gonna take on this bigass man all by itself and it's gonna WIN.

that's what it's thinking, probably. erwin steps out of the way of a pincer (this thing is still pretty big even though it's smaller than the ones going after that guy) and neatly slips his blade between the plates of its armor. it looks like he's real good at that kind of thing.

with that done he doesn't gather it right away: there are other things to do in this situation, which is slip his blade back into its home and shield his eyes with his hand to look upward at the fox man. ]


Need some help? They're tricky.
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[personal profile] nada 2022-09-01 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Nadir had been too distracted to notice how easily some rando (mundane?) human had disposed of a crab, but he does see there's one still on the ground, leaking all sorts of...fluid. He gasps and zips over to the stranger, flitting from one side of him to the other, taking in the dead crab on both sides. He grabs him by the shoulders, shaking just a little.]

Wow! How'd you do it!

[He does sound genuinely amazed, at least.]
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[personal profile] theomachy 2022-09-01 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ he is a little startled by the quick approach but he doesn't react in a violent way or even an overly animated way: his eyes widen a little but that's it. he drops his hand now that the other man is closer and gestures to the hilt of the blade(s) at his side. ]

There are channels between the plates of their armor where the flesh is soft.
nada: (Smirk - Star)

[personal profile] nada 2022-09-01 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
[In that case, he's just gonna keep ahold of your shoulders as he leans in a bit to see where he gestures. His eyebrows arch.]

Ohhhhh. But then the question is [a beat for Sherlock Holmes to be proud of] where did you get the sword?
Edited 2022-09-01 02:17 (UTC)
theomachy: (011)

[personal profile] theomachy 2022-09-01 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ to erwin's credit, he is NOT perturbed by being manhandled like this. he just kind of deals with it like he's fine with a stranger hanging off him like this. he's just kind of unflappable, it's fine.

he smiles, a little, at the question, then nods toward the shore. ]


My equipment arrived with me in the bag I received upon waking.
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[personal profile] asyetunheard 2022-09-01 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
"In what manner do you mean?"

She asked, truly curious about the intel collected by someone that had resided in town longer than she had. Protocol as she knew it suggested maintaining personal safety and gaining as much information as possible if escape wasn't an option-- all the while revealing little more than baseline information about herself. Name and identification number, typically were what was allowed of personal details. Nothing of her relations within the Cohort or the Houses was on the table.\

Although, anyone with experience would recognize the Cohort Red of her cloak, and Certain People would certainly recognize her as Captain from her voice on the communication networks alone.

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