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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
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[personal profile] faceblocks 2022-09-04 06:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[fang remains chill and silent, though she does tilt her head in a little 'hello there' acknowledgment. violet can't help but clasp her hands and make a face of 'awwww' because sister got an omen and also that monkey is fucking cute. and leave it to jinx to get an omen with five ...hands if you count the tail.

she's looking from the monkey to jinx and back again.]
cuddlery: (did i do that)

[personal profile] cuddlery 2022-09-04 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
I wish I could refund the memories! [She gives a soft laugh and sighs.] It was a really weird and spooky one too. B-but hopefully this place has less spooking going on!

[Even if she feels uneasy already. And this light keeps on bugging her! Still, she tries to stay strong and upbeat... though Akko's story really gets to her! She covers her mouth with her pincers in shock.]

O-oh gosh! She got flushed? For real?! I, I had a nightmare like that once but I didn't think it could really happen! That must have been bad.

opheliac: ✖ malagraphic (like the ocean)

(voice is the blue cup boi)

[personal profile] opheliac 2022-09-04 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)
(if her omen is anything like fang, it makes that he should be able to talk. but one of the many things she knows about monkeys are that sometimes they can be unpredictable (like her really). and what if her omen secretly hates her already? jinx wets her lips for good measure but right as she builds up the courage to at least say "hi", her omen speaks in goofy-like tone:)

Hiya! You wanna play a game with me?

Oh, uh. Sure!

Great, it's called "Name me!" Give me a name and I'll run with it.

(happily, he throws himself onto jinx -- his tail already curling her arm as he sits and wait patiently to decide. the jump catches her off guard but she cradles him almost naturally.)

Hoooow about "Mr.Bananas"?

(her omen makes a face at first but then shrugs nevertheless.)

That's typical but since it's you, I'll take it.
Edited 2022-09-04 20:13 (UTC)
thatsmymagic: (43)

[personal profile] thatsmymagic 2022-09-04 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, good! I was worried it had been like, years or something.

[ A week or two isn't too bad. She's actually glad she missed the bad weather, in that case. Akko bounces a little at the last part about working hard. She's so excited to get her own magic sorted and start helping. From what she's seen, she's going to have to get really good at the repair spells she knows and help with mending broken nets and crab pots mostly. But who knows in the end, there's all sorts of applications for magic. ]

Yeah, it definitely looks it! I don't think I could lift nearly that much with my magic, that looked really heavy. [ Akko gestures towards a nearby food stall - they're offering mostly welcoming packages, dried mushrooms and cured fish and the like, but she figures something is better than nothing. Maybe she can promise a repair magic IOU and score some fresher stuff like the crab meat. ] If you're taking a break we could grab lunch and catch up with each other! I've had the craziest week - and being a squid wasn't even the worst of it!
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[personal profile] faceblocks 2022-09-04 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[vi can't not laugh. at a few things. thank the pthumerians jinx did not get an impossible asshole of an omen (no fang, that is not all about you. only a little of it) and she's still amused at the animal of choice. there's a sadness under it - a buried box of memories she'd rather not revisit - a layer of dirt atop it in the thin form of photographic evidence, chalked and painted graffiti with a more sinister bent, but she'll banish that as she watches her sister hold the omen like a small baby - and as he makes a face and shrugs. because also this omen is cute]

It's a cute name for a cute monkey. Also if there's a "mister" in front of it, it's kinda fancy. Like, "that's Mister Bananas to you," or else.

See? I told you it was cooler than the Omni.
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[personal profile] thatsmymagic 2022-09-04 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)
the other witch I met was Adaine, I think her name was - oh but she did call herself a "wizard" I guess, not a witch. There's basically no difference where I'm from though.

[ She holds open the door for Luz - the inside smells faintly of incense and herbs and heavily of dust and old books. Akko has been working to clean the place a bit, in case the owner comes back one day, and considers herself a house sitter more than a resident right now. But by the layer of grime and the amount of cobwebs she had to get through? It's been empty a while. ]

Just happened to notice it, honestly. I was going door to door looking for an empty house and this one was so dusty and messy that I stayed to clean it up. Nobody has come back to kick me out or claim it, so I'm kinda just maintaining the place until they do. Gotta sleep somewhere, after all!

[ There's a small sitting area for the main body of the house, a ladder leading up to a loft towards the back, and what appears to be a tiny greenhouse-like space in the way back. A pretty cozy place, fully furnished but in need of a little TLC. Lots of chipped paint and worn out furniture. ]

The kitchen is through that left door, if you want to sit down and relax. The right doorway is a study or maybe some kind of office space - there's tons of books in there if you're interested. Oh, and I can put on a kettle for tea if you want!
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[personal profile] asyetunheard 2022-09-04 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"...This is true."

And her own bias was showing. A Necromancer by training, she was having trouble accessing her skills in this new world-- and, even with her skills as a soldier, for the moment she knew that she was in a dreadful position to do anything to assist in a crisis.

The only factors of her life that currently remained available to her were her wits and her instincts.

Her instincts told her that this stranger was currect.

Judith looked up at the stranger, staring in that space midway between eye contact and nothingness. It was a soldier's prerogative to watch, but not stare.

Two could play at that game.

"Very well then. I'm in your care until we can find a resolution to our problem. Sorry to say, I'm not sure how much help I'll be able to be if we have to fight."
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[personal profile] thatsmymagic 2022-09-04 09:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Eheh...well, she's a fish, see - and I might have. U-Um. Almost poisoned her to death with mineral water? B-But she's fine! She was fine. My friends and I got her back and she was actually excited to get out for a while.

[ Akko looks a little distant at the mention of her friends. She misses them dearly, but also knows in her heart that her time in that world is over. Maybe they'll show up some day! Just hopefully not here. In this place specifically. ]

I got in pretty big trouble, but it was a fun adventure! Plus I saved a whole fish's family and learned how to talk to fish permanently after the fact.
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[personal profile] opheliac 2022-09-04 10:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay, okay. I gotta admit, you were right for once.

(she grins over to her sister with mr. bananas no longer curling himself to jinx but to hop over to fang. he plants himself on top of her and immediately teasing her by poking on her head.

returning back to the cookies, she takes another bite and hums at the taste.)


— So what else is there to this place?
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[personal profile] opheliac 2022-09-04 10:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Sorry, Bubbles. Nooooot interested.

(why the name "bubbles"? because she seems like the type who would be all about pixie dust, rainbows, sunshines, and all the cutesy stuff. truthfully, jinx do enjoy those cutesy things too but in this conversation? definitely a no thanks.)
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[personal profile] thatsmymagic 2022-09-04 11:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The nickname doesn't bother her, to be honest. It's a good one as far as nicknames for Akko go. Akko pouts a bit though, put out by Jinx's immediate refusal to believe magic could even theoretically be a good thing. If only she could show her here and now, but...her magic has been hard to get a handle on so far. ]

When we get out of here, I'm gonna show you, Jinx. I'm going to show you the good magic can do. That's a promise!

[ Even if she has to kick down your door and do magic in your living room until she is forcibly removed. ]
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[personal profile] faceblocks 2022-09-04 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[fang huffs - it's almost a laugh - and she curls into herself a ball of hazy smoke that only an omen with prehensile feet might hang on to - out of that smoke comes her tail, lightly thwapping the monkey - it's a game of grab this and catch me as only a creature of bloodsmoke can play.]

Buncha stuff about blood I can tell you later, while we eat, maybe? [yes. let's talk blood pollution and corruption over lunch. sure.] It's big. Some parts are dangerous and other parts are ...actually really dangerous. A lot of it I haven't even seen.

Maybe we can go check something out together when you feel like it. Something ...medium dangerous.[which sounds more like hey hey let's do this thing pls]
cuddlery: (understanding with tea)

[personal profile] cuddlery 2022-09-05 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
Oh wow, that's a whole series of events...

[Flushed and poisoned?! ...Well, all's well that ends well, she supposes.]

I- I'm glad it turned out alright, though! [She offers a reassuring smile.] And learning other languages is always a good skill to have! So you turned into a fish, too? That must be a real fun ability! [It's... kinda like what Mermista does? She thinks?]
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[personal profile] imaglyphwitch 2022-09-05 06:35 am (UTC)(link)
I've heard of her, but we haven't met yet. Huh, wizard? Eda seemed to think wizards were con men, but I bet in other worlds, witches might be considered something different too. It's probably a context thing.

[Luz pops in and immediately a smile creeps onto her face. It actually reminds her of her own room: books and a sense of rustic with tinges of witchy-ness in its construction. Luz had been careful in planning her room, and this place seemed to be a bigger version!

It could use some sprucing up though, definitely].

I'd say stay here for now! It's your home unless you find somewhere different, and it definitely has a nice feel to it!

Books! I'm definitely interested! I'm actually opening up a book shop soon with my girlfriend! Tea sounds gr-

[And Luz started coughing. The dust was pretty momentous].

Hmm. Akko. I know you're only "squatting," but even squatters ought to live in a clean place. Do you want some help tidying up?
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[personal profile] terriblepurpose 2022-09-05 07:38 am (UTC)(link)
Paul is caught by the sense that this might be what it's like to sit across from himself, sometimes. It's an interesting thought to roll over, a position he's not used to occupying. It opens up possibilities, starting with how he chooses to tilt the story he's being asked for.

He's not going to lie. There's no benefit to that, and he promised he'd do it less even if there was. But otherwise - this is a choice on how he cements his first impression.

"I went exploring on the ice." An equally small rueful smile. "There were predators on it - I nearly got myself killed. But I was lucky enough to run into someone who helped me."

He shrugs, and here I am implicit in the story and gesture as he scoops more rice into his mouth. The reason he's a Waker isn't a difficult one to put together.

"Although - you could have been out fighting crabs, for all I know. Would you believe I've seen one with a knife? It's true. I don't know who gave it to him."
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[personal profile] strongroots 2022-09-05 10:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ Is he getting teased? ]

Both? [ --that's an acceptable answer, isn't it. It is to Robby, not using his brain and just going with what feels.........right. Which isn't his current state, being held and carried away, but neither is it (physically) uncomfortable. Just embarrassing, awkward, and helping to thread together the guy he used to be that took this form.

A seventeen-year-old male teen.

Robby questions if to ask her to let him down, but thinking straight requires a more natural situation than he's currently in. But in those few seconds, being a passenger of 2B's ride, he can't help but ask: ]


You sure you're not gonna drop me?

[ It's more on the side of confusion than doubt through experience. Does she seem weak or struggling? No, which he can register as being bizarre, based on what he saw of her frame and build.

(This is weird, right? Right???) ]
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[personal profile] adaine 2022-09-05 12:04 pm (UTC)(link)
I see. [About a year... well, some spellcasters do learn the craft in about that much time.]

My family were all wizards of different kinds. We have been for generations. [Generations are a long long time for a race of immortal beings like elves.] So, pretty much since I was a baby, it was kind of decided for me.

[It's what she's suited for, but still. In another world, she'd probably be a pretty great... barbarian?]

I'm a divination wizard, if that, um... means anything to you. It's only meant something to a few people here, but, you know.
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[personal profile] strongroots 2022-09-05 02:23 pm (UTC)(link)
He wonders what led to those choices. Going out exploring -- onto the ice? The waters during winter? -- and what a person expects to find out there, heading in that direction. Not quite the 'not handling it well' that Robby was thinking for a story, but nearly ending up seafood - yeah, that probably fits.

It's the crab that gets the raised brow however, a scoff for the imagery, spiced rice before his mouth. "Sounds like he won that run-in," he offers before the bite, his implication not leaning towards the fatal kind, but - it could be taken that way.

"I'm meant to be meeting someone later to check out the crabs." Information, harmless to give away, a nod giving to one side of the boardwalk. "Whenever I see them. But going out," he gives a shrug, "--I've never hunted; never thought about it. I offered to go out before I heard what passes for crabs around here. I'll still go."

So there's no doubt that he's changed his mind. Everything about this place is a little bit unbelievable, even with the oddities right in front of your face. But it was a word made, and a word he intends to keep, even if 'venomous crabs' aren't something you really hear about.

"But, it doesn't sound like a job for long." And neither does he really want the netting or other watery handiwork to be a job for long, so he might as well ask: "How did getting a job here going for you? Once you stopped checking out the ice."

It's a tease, a friendly one, matched with a smile.
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Shouta Aizawa | My Hero Academia

[personal profile] erasureye 2022-09-05 04:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Arrival!

[ It’s strange. Shouta’s feels sure he’s been here before.

He can’t quite remember the how or the why of it. It’s not like he recognizes the beach itself, by sight or by any other sense. But… this is a recognition that runs deeper than a missing memory or two.

He should be, at the very least, confused. He should be anxious, on-edge, and wary of what it means that he’s woken up in a strange place he doesn’t recognize – but all he can feel is a sense of tranquil calm. He’s meant to be here; he knows it. And he’s not alone. He shouldn’t know these things, but he’s sure of them, even if he can’t explain how.

At some point, he must’ve taken on a human form. He was lucky enough to wash up with his bag, this time ( -this time? there was a last time, then? ), so as he begins to put on the clothes that were inside it, he tries to think things through rationally.

Logic would tell him that he’s under the influence of someone’s Quirk. That’s what makes the most sense, and it would explain the way he’s feeling, too. But there’s another possibility – that he really has been here before, and he’s forgotten somehow. It doesn’t take him long to decide that that’s the truth. Did he forget because of someone’s Quirk, instead? No. Somehow, he knows that it’s something far more bizarre and far grander than that.

It's irrational, and Shouta hates things that are irrational. That frustration drives him to try and remember, and as he does, a few memories do flash through his mind – it’s not like they’re gone, they’re just... somewhere under the surface.

One thing, though, he’s sure of. He’d failed them. ...Somehow or another, he’s suddenly hit by a deep sense of shame and regret that becomes stronger the more he focuses on it, and he knows that he failed at something important, that he let down the people he should’ve been protecting. For a moment, that feeling is almost paralyzing. But-

Maybe this is a second chance. And no matter how useless he feels... they might still need him.

So once he’s fully dressed, Shouta takes the bag and stands, beginning to walk along the shore. ]


WILDCARD

[ Feel free to throw anything at Shouta here! I'm happy to play with any of the prompts & anything else you might come up with. I played him here before very briefly & will be having him remember his time at Trench here, even if it takes a while for it to all come back. If you want to plot, PM me or hit me up at [plurk.com profile] Rivenix, and thank you!]
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[personal profile] opheliac 2022-09-05 04:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Knock yourself out. If that promise breaks, try not to cry all over my outfit. It's not like I can go back home and make another similar to it.

(then suddenly as they are walking, jinx feels something off underneath the carpet. she cocks her head to the side and sways herself right back to that spot she walked over.)

... Hey. Think I mighta found somethin'.
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[personal profile] miyagimagic 2022-09-05 05:06 pm (UTC)(link)
There's hardly a moment to process much of anything before the only sensation he can register is falling. Sure, there's Robby, and then there's a hand on his back, and a brief apology, but they all flash right past Daniel before he's already dropping like what feels like a brick. Vaguely he registers the fact that Robby is there somewhere too, but when he's reaching out to try and grab onto the other, Daniel instead lands.

On the cold cobblestone of the streets of Trench, that is.

At first he can only feel how sore his old man body feels from the fall, but then the thought of the boy who was with him only a moment ago shoots through his head, and he immediately moves up. First his head, and then his body, drawing himself up into a seated position despite the way his body protests against moving so quickly.

There's no time to listen to that though. Instead his head wildly turns around, scanning his surroundings for any sign of the danger from a moment ago - but it's all gone, just like the hole he must have fallen through. It's just the streets of Trench as he knows them.

.. without Robby in sight.

What does that mean? Is he still back there? If they fell together, he should have landed here too, but he's not there. Did whatever the hell kind of demon was chasing them get him?

Daniel's heart pounds so rapidly from adrenaline and worry that it feels like it's risen all the way up to his throat. Something about the last thing the other says to him sticks inside of him, like a thorn pressing directly into his heart.

"Robby!" He calls out, despite not seeing the other anywhere. As if the teen might be nearby and hear him, give any sign that he's okay. ".. Robby!" Daniel tries, even more desperately, as he scrambles back up onto his feet.

But there's nothing. A few Trenchies giving him a weird look at most. But no Robby.

He has no idea what to do. He can't exactly look Robby up on the Omni when he's pretty sure the other wouldn't use his name on there. There's another option that might at least do something, but..

Well, he's desperate. Even if it's an option he doesn't like, he has to go for it. He has to try.

So Daniel grabs the device from his pocket, starting to call someone.
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[personal profile] floatsaway 2022-09-05 06:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[Scouring, and just doing her training and workout on the beach has become a daily thing for Ochako, though this time around, considering the date, she's less working out and more helping out. Newcomers usually arrive this month, and having someone a bit more friendly-looking than grizzled, old sailors and odd-looking locals may be more welcoming to some as they make their way up the shore. And with the terrible weather, and the oncoming cold of autumn coming in fast, Ochako has tucked in her large handbags some large, fluffy towels and blankets for those who need them, as well as small, packed bentos of hot food (most steamed rice, tamagoyaki, and some mini sausages. Easy, quick things for her to make and package, but tasty and warm nonetheless.

She's given away a few already, and her bag is less weighty than it was earlier in the day, but she's still working hard, tucked up nice and cozy in a fuzzy coat, grumbling to herself about the wind blowing her hair al in her face. Which makes her actually put the hood up, so the pointed bits - like the tufts of a horned owl - stick right up. Probably, for that reason, Aizawa may not recognize the hooded girl on the beach right away, what with her being still a few feet off, and her back turned, but there's definitely food in her bag, the smell permeating her bag as she shifts the contents to make sure nothing's spilled.]


Maybe I made too much...I haven't seen very many people after the first bunch... [She frowns, looking at the choppy water and scowling. Hopefully no one got hurt...o-or worse. Ugh. What a way to show up in this dumb place, and she's not nearly as good at water rescue as Tsu-chan is.]
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[personal profile] erasureye 2022-09-05 06:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Though he doesn't recognize Ochako at all from behind, Shouta certainly notices the smell of food - though that's not actually the reason he approaches her. It's more because she's the first person he's really seen since waking up here - at least, the first person close enough for him to get a good look at. He's... a little cautious about getting closer, though. Something tells him that the first time he arrived here, though he can't remember it, things hadn't ended up so well for him when he'd taken things too casually...

But it's not like he can just slink around in the shadows forever, right? All he can do is be more careful, this time around.

Once he's close enough to call out, he clears his throat. ]


Excuse me. You wouldn't happen to be from around here, would you?
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Arrival Round 3 lol

[personal profile] detonating 2022-09-05 07:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's that time of the month again. Katsuki doesn't particularly enjoy putting himself on the Squid Welcoming committee, but more and more people from their world have been washing up on the shores at the beginning of every month. Better for him to intercept one of their classmates or teachers than one of the League of Assholes. On the other side of that coin, he'd rather know that another villain has joined their ranks than to be surprised by it... so here he is. Walking the beach, bundled up in the cloak he received upon his own arrival, enduring the biting chill in the air to play hero in a way that he doesn't typically opt to.

He hates the fucking cold. He hates dealing with people. Katsuki isn't exactly happy with anything right now, and it shows.

There's no surprise on his face, however, when he finds their class president on the shore. Maybe Iida is too focused on getting the gunky shit outta his pipes to hear Katsuki's footfalls as he walks up on him, but the cloak suddenly landing on his head and that familiar rough voice nonchalantly cutting through the sound of waves will surely get his attention.

Like there isn't anything fucking strange about finding his classmate washing up on shore in his birthday suit. Cause it's not. This is just a fuckin' Monday to Katsuki.]


Put your fuckin' dick away, Glasses.
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[personal profile] floatsaway 2022-09-05 07:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ochako just laughs a bit, shaking her head. Yeah, that...that definitely can happen - people leaving and coming back months, even years later. It's been a fear in Ochako's heart for a long time, losing those closest to her, especially Bakugou, but she's managed to push it back for the time being. So long as they both get home to their worlds eventually, and...don't ever lose their love for one another, then it'll be okay.]

Eeeh...I don't remember exactly, but I think the sailors said it was pushing maybe one whole ton? Altogether, I mean... [Or maybe one and a half tons? Ochako doesn't quite remember, and that's really not much at all, not when she can float about nine tons at her maximum output (though that risks her getting so sick it may be unwise to even get close to that limit). She definitely does look a bit flushed, but really not much at all. Not even a bit sick!] I'm actually done with this load, so unless someone else needs me for something, we can hang out the rest of the day!! Ehehe, if you don't mind me being in costume for it...

[Ochako doesn't mind - she can spend a literal day or more in her costume, it's going to be a thing when she grows up and becomes a Pro, but she does, erm...stick out right now, oops.]

I can show you where there's a really yummy place that sells fried and grilled fish on the pier!! Or, or fried clams~! Mmmh...those ones in the soft rolls with a drizzle of spicy mayo are the best...

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