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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] floatsaway 2022-09-05 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ochako perks up a bit when called out, turning around with a smile on her face to welcome whoever it is that found they way to shore at last. She picks up her bag, holding the straps tightly, ready to offer the contents as necessary. She's, ah...a-also bracing for the potential that this person who is decidedly male by the sounds of it, m-may be undressed. Hopefully he's made himself at least somewhat decent, so. DEEP BREATH--]

Oh, yes!! I'm actually working as part of the welcoming committee today, do you need a towel? Or a blanket? I made...some...ah! [Ochako drops her bag altogether when she takes it who it is, and some pretty stormy memories start to flood back to her. She remembers, all too well, what happened when Aizawa was here for that short period of time. He was infested by some kind of....horrible parasite thing, he hurt someone, even tried to attack her, and...and--] Aizawa-sensei?

[She doesn't want to hope he's back. He's alive after having to...n-needing to be... But Ochako isn't going to deny that she's definitely needed an adult to sort of hold onto a bit, especially after July's horrors.]
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[personal profile] erasureye 2022-09-05 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
...Uraraka?

[ Ochako isn't the only one who's suddenly hit with unpleasant memories. Flashes of indescribable feelings and nauseating images race through Shouta's mind too fast to hold onto, but the sickening feeling they evoke is almost as overwhelming as the sharp sense of guilt that hits him upon seeing her face.

...He doesn't remember what happened - and to be honest, doesn't really want to remember. But... Of all the kids he'd failed since coming here...he feels that it might be her that he's failed the most.

After realizing he's been standing wordlessly for a moment, he quickly wipes the surprised expression off his face to replace it with something he hopes looks more reliable. ]


Hey. [ He sounds... cautious. Tentative. He doesn't entirely feel like himself yet, either, so he's aware he might be acting in a way that strikes her as unusual. But... once more, he feels the need to apologize. He almost does so right then and there, but stops himself before the words leave his mouth. He should wait until he remembers what he did before apologizing properly... that's only fair to her.

After a moment, he lets himself relax a little, becoming a little more like his usual self when he speaks again. ]


Thanks, Uraraka. It's good to see you. [ He feels it's important that she know that, somehow. ] ...I'm sorry to say it, but you'll have to fill me in on what's going on. I'm sure I've been here before, but my memory is... being unreliable right now.
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[personal profile] noniad 2022-09-05 08:35 pm (UTC)(link)
A stele?

[ Ortus rarely raises his voice outside of poetry. The extent to which he does now is limited, rising to all of the ringing boom of 'every day conversation' for most people, but the alarm of his expression is clear. ]

And while you were - ? Captain Deuteros - I am truly sorry for what you must have endured, but I do not understand - who did such a thing to you? Who are the Blood of Eden?

[ He had thought the pieces of the puzzle more or less set in place, but once again, it seems as though context has been elided. He wishes very much he too had a chair to sit in, and after some fumbling, he obtains one, setting it in front of the Captain and sinking down into it heavily. ]
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[personal profile] asyetunheard 2022-09-05 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[The sheer amount of questions dropped like dozens of paper flowers from a towering man with the comportment of an orator than a proper cavalier was dizzying. For a brief moment, Judith wished they had been as light as the delicately folded blossoms in varying shades of red and purple that Coronabeth sent her with every promotion. Instead, she was in the peculiar position of needing to offer comfort to a behemoth with sad, bewildered eyes...

Like the Warden, the Captain wasn't one for platitudes.]


That's too many questions, Ninth. The best that I can explain quickly is that the universe is far more complex than anyone as far from politics as the Ninth House can imagine. The Emperor has enemies, they call themselves the Blood of Eden.

The commander on the vessel I've been held on is called We Suffer, and it seems many of them have turns of phrase for names instead of anything we're familiar with.

You seem to have heard of a Stele. I can't give you details, but it seems like this Lyctor helped them get a hold of one. Ordinarily it takes three necromancers to operate-- but they only had me.

Defeating Teacher killed Marta, but I very nearly joined her. Several times. There was no way I could be useful to them, but that didn't stop them from trying.

.... Honestly, I should have been dead before that Lyctor showed up to berate them.

I'm not sure how I lived.
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[personal profile] floatsaway 2022-09-05 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[The silence makes her wary, hesitant, and Ochako roots herself to the ground, not daring to move closer until she's sure this isn't one of Trench's tricks. It'd be real easy to do, to play with her mind and emotions like that, and it's happened too many times to count. Even after he finally speaks, she chews her bottom lip, fighting back the maddening urge to go closer that gnaws at the back of her head. What she wouldn't give for a sense of home again. She feels safe with her friends, and with Bakugou, of course, but... There's just something a little different when she's holding onto an adult. Maybe she really is still just a kid, after all.

The caution is mirrored back at him despite hoe eager she is to rush over and wrap her arms around him tight, even if it is Aizawa and not someone more personable like Mic, or even All Might. Taking a deep breath, she tries to will a smile on her face, but it comes up a little short.]


It's...really good to see you too, sensei. I missed you so, so much. [So much that her nails dig into her palms from how tight she's holding the arms of that bag.] Of course I'll tell you all you need to know, but...I'm sorry, it's just how this world is - it's very cruel. I have to be sure you're really you somehow. Sorry...

[But she can't jeopardize herself so easily. There are people here that would be really upset if something happened to her again.]
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[personal profile] punchmaiden 2022-09-06 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
Marci seemed to understand what Neo was asking and put a hand to her throat and nodded letting out a whistle as she pulled her hand away as if ripping something off. An indication that her voice was stolen long ago. She could hear just fine though, as well as see, and unfortunately smell. The moldy and mildew made it seem like they were in a highly humid area, some kind of swamp maybe.

Marci made a distasteful face as she pinched her nose, before pulling out a cloth and tying it over her face. Walking over she pressed a hand against the wall to see just how bad it was.
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[personal profile] melodramatrauma 2022-09-06 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, you haven't seen anything yet deary. Think of this as getting a feeling for the setting, I script reading as it were. I haven't decided just want the direction to take it yet. Not to mention I need a little more to work with."

(Double Trouble hadn't been around long enough to have the chance to study any of the local behavior to pass as one of them just yet. And so they weren't ready to sew seeds of discord and doubt just yet. And there wasn't anyone that was currently offering a coin for the particular chaos that they enjoyed so spreding.

"That is unless there's someone you'd like to see me do my best impersonation of."
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[personal profile] terriblepurpose 2022-09-06 06:47 am (UTC)(link)
Paul's laughter is quiet, shielded by a raised hand hiding his half-mouthful of rice. He holds his palm flat and facing the other boy when he swallows, an unspoken request for time.

"He probably did," Paul agrees, when the risk of scattering rice over the boardwalk has passed. That isn't funny, precisely, given the likelihood of something as calamitous as he suggests is high, but it's more about how it ties into the rest of his questioning.

"Hunter is a profession here. Hunting dangerous animals, or Beasts. If you aren't experienced already, there are people who take on apprentices, if you decide you want to disarm that crab -" for his delicious arm meats "- but as for how getting a job worked out for me - this isn't one. It's - volunteering."

He thinks that's the appropriate word. The whole conceptualization of labor has taken him longer than monsters or magic to adjust to, which he thinks goes to show something about the fundamentals of how people order the world. It's the things you take for granted that are hardest to unlearn.

"I got fired from the one I did get." That, he's sure is the right phrasing. "Because of the ship sinking, among other things. So I've been weighing my options. But for you, most of how you find what it is you do comes down to going into a profession for yourself. Whatever it is you're capable of trading for what you need to get by. It's all barter, no currency, but you've likely got that already."

He gestures with the mostly empty leaf in his hand, slightly slick with oil.

"As long as you make an effort, you won't starve. You can take any house that's empty for your own. Then you work on getting your feet under you." As simple and as complicated as that. "What did you do where you came from?"
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[personal profile] strongroots 2022-09-06 08:03 am (UTC)(link)
It was less of a fall and more of a stumble, anyway; not enough weight to cause grievous harm, or anything more than a bump. Not landing anywhere outside the bubble of space he's been occupying all this time - but, he wants to change that. His body already feeling sluggish and disjointed, but his legs more so kept tucked under him.

So he's glad when she agrees, willing to listen - waiting to watch. Even that squid brain of his understands - out of everything it's willing to recognise - that she won't be able to get him to stand by her strength alone. A basic understanding, of bodies and people; the kind where names aren't important. The kind--

'It's about balance, you know?'

--that wouldn't be affected by a simple statement.

The blur of a face, a voice that isn't hers; a pain in his heart, a memory of struggling to stand through a staggering pain. (A tournament, the tournament -- a pulsing in his shoulder blade, ghosting now in that same place.) Outwardly, his gaze on Chizuru flickers; going somewhere else, not focused, but is that particularly strange? He still lets her take his hands, follows her lead: unable to watch entirely the way her legs move under her own style of robe, but taking guesses, working on-- something more.

Memory. Standing, over and over again - a fight to prove himself, the fight to improve; the fight to be better, to survive, to be a survivor.

It doesn't make it easier to stand. His legs are stiff, less used now than any other part of him; indignant to be used and moving, and he worries as his body shakes from imbalance.

('There it is.'

'What now?'

'You get back up and try again.'
)

There's a struggle deeper in him than just his legs. A constriction in his lungs, an inability to stay focused. There is another fall, one that luckily doesn't bring Chizuru down. The threat of a pull, but Robby manages to land on a knee, forward, than at an angle. Giving a 'I'm alright,' if Chizuru voices concern, and clearer-minded somehow on this next attempt. Fall, get up, never stay down.

This is what his life was. The struggle, teaching limbs and mind to be better. He rises again, nothing graceful about it, but - he gains height as he brings himself up at the waist, works on straightening his back.

Bless be Chizuru's patience, waiting on the time until Robby can finally face her. A chin tilted down for height, his eyes wide, everything about his expression still in the midsts of the struggle to get here. But there's something, with his hands holding her, a little tight from the fall, the work.

He can't count many people on just one hand who've been there to help him after a fall.

Despite the thought, he smiles, something small yet tight, pleased.

"I'm getting any better at being human?"

It's a joke, as delighted as his face.
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[personal profile] strongroots 2022-09-06 08:40 am (UTC)(link)
He'll be polite company, allow Paul the dignity of keeping some of his rice, as much of a role he can play in that. Most of his has already been devoured beyond a few specks still on the leaf, a napkin that sits on a palm resting on his knee. He might not like mushrooms, but he'll devour anything else that's edible, taste not up for question.

(But he won't complain about this food, either - and not because he's had worse.)

What Paul tells him isn't any different from what he's already been told. It cements the rest, makes the obvious more so: that you go out and find something, just with fewer computers, and possibly resumes to go with it. Less criminal backgrounds to be looked up and to get in the way, with your face known by everyone in town who happened to be paying attention to the news.

"Nothing interesting. Did a job cleaning; just somethin' to get me by." What he could manage to get, what wouldn't eat up his time. Some pocket change, in the midst of sleeping on floors, trying to rely less on charity. He's being careful though; knows he can't mention being busy with other things without needing to make dodges, skirt around possible questions ('Like what?', 'Like a karate tournament').

So there's a pause, a look down, but an expression that doesn't change as Robby looks back at Paul, a smile comfortably at ease on his face. "Lot less exciting than ships."

But he does know to pull his smile down, a sympathetic edge of what could've occurred there, not willing to act like it's all jokes. And not what he'll end on, either. "But, good to know; I'll keep looking. The sea's not for me," and he looks down, nods for the netting that he actually means, "but it's got a good view. For now."

He's content - with what might be the lie of peace in the setting, the sounds and surroundings, but it gives some sense of preparation, time. People he'll need to eventually see.
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Re: Arrival!

[personal profile] brains_beef_and_brows 2022-09-06 01:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Iida's focus was entirely focused on making sure that his pipes were cleared of the sludge when Ochako's peep alerted him to the fact that he really wasn't as alone as he deemed himself to be. Bright red eyes with odd little w-shaped pupils looked Ochako up and down almost curiously before he properly stood up and gave her a sharp proper slaute-like wave.]

"Greetings! I am Tenya Iida, judging by your rather excited response it would be rather safe to assume that you knew me. I do hate to be the one to tell you distressing information, but I am currently without many memories of before."

[During the whole speech, Tenya was standing ramrod straight, and if it wasn't for the fact that he was completely naked, he was giving off the aura of a solider reporting for duty.]
brains_beef_and_brows: (hold up)

What is time, really?

[personal profile] brains_beef_and_brows 2022-09-06 02:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Sand really does get everywhere, doesn't it? Whoever invited it deserves to be buried alive in it. See how they handle it! But that really isn't here nor there, but what is here is one of the missing "Deku Squad" even if he can't quite remember it.

Recognizing the sound of his name, the recently reborn Tenya turned toward Izuku and took a step back, a slight indention forming between his eyebrows as he stared Izuku down with his still squid-like eyes.]

Yes, that is my name. Iida, Tenya. This may sound a bit unusual to you, but I regret to inform you that I do not have any recollections of who you are and what your relationship pertaining to me was in the past so I must request a bit of patience until I regain such memories or until I gain a bit more familiarity with my current situation.
brains_beef_and_brows: (gasp!!!!!)

Is this groundhog day?

[personal profile] brains_beef_and_brows 2022-09-06 02:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ God, no wonder why everyone hates Mondays if that is the case. As it were, suddenly finding himself completely surrounded by utter darkness, a startled shout escaped from Tenya as he flung an arm out in self-defense.]

My name is not Glasses- It's Tenya Iida! What sort of villain purposely takes advantage of an unarmed civilian and attacks them from behind?!?

[Wait... what's this talk about heroes and villains and why does it sound so natural coming out of his mouth?]

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[personal profile] robussy 2022-09-06 05:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ both. the android manages to neutralize and remains of a would-be smile on her lips starting with a nod, but to herself, she admits: it was endearing. both. that hardly makes sense, one was intentional, the other was accidental.

either humans are simply like this, or he really is confused, still. she'll respect his time to get it together, meanwhile. 2B's brows pull together at the question— very akin to the expression of someone who has become incredibly confused! ]


I'm certain I would never drop you.

[ she's not even batting a shiver, or trying to adjust his weight. honestly, same energy ]
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[personal profile] thatsmymagic 2022-09-06 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
I can turn into lots of animals, actually! I'm a witch! [ Well, still studying, but that's never mattered to her. ] I'm really good at metamorphosis magic, actually. Er, I was. I'm still figuring out how to cast magic in Trench.

[ If she could cast all the spells she knew, and if she could do so without struggling so much, she would be an incredible witch. Her potential was something Professor Ursula spoke about constantly. ]
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[personal profile] thatsmymagic 2022-09-06 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The coughing fit instantly turns Akko sheepish. The dust IS pretty bad and she'd made a significant dent in it already but...well. Obviously there's a long way to go. ]

Eheheh...sorry, I only started cleaning recently.

[ Then she got bored and practiced magic instead. But she doesn't say that because "I got bored" is not very flattering, Akko thinks. ]

I guess I wouldn't mind help, if you're willing to offer it. You can pick some of the books to sell at your shop if you want! As a sort of payment!

[ After all, she wouldn't ask for help and offer nothing in return. The books could be valuable, too - they're old and full of arcane knowledge probably. ]
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[personal profile] thatsmymagic 2022-09-06 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't come from a magical family, but a lot of my classmates did. It must be hard to live up to a whole line of wit- er, wizards, sorry. But kind of exciting to have a whole history of magic right there at your fingertips, isn't it?

Oh! Divination is... [ She wracks her brain for memories of a class she didn't sleep through. ] That's reading the future through magical means, right? Or determining possible outcomes rather than outright seeing the future, if I'm remembering right.

[ Akko smiles wide. She's proud of herself for remembering that much, even though it's a very basic explanation and the ins and outs of the practice are totally over her head. ]
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[personal profile] cuddlery 2022-09-06 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, a witch! Like Luz! That's so neat. Magic is really cool, you know! [She's been impressed by what she's seen of it.]

But yeah, coming to this world can mess with people's magic and powers and stuff. I'm sure you'll figure it out soon enough! And when you do, I would like to see some animals please!
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[personal profile] threelayers 2022-09-07 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
She didn't catch all the nuance of the gestures that were being given to her, but one way or another, she caught on that it mean that they were both going to be silent. Giving her a thumbs up and a grin, she winked once over aat her.

The scent was bad, but when Marci pressed her hand to the wall, it wasn't really moist so much as the faint clamminess of a place that wasn't ventilated well. The mildewy odor was thin and covered everything equally, an old odor that pervaded the place. Neo stepped up as she did this, raising an eyebrow and looking over. Did she see something?
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[personal profile] bleedformeplz 2022-09-07 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
[Time to check out the new batch on the beach. Last month wasn't promising, hoped some more people from her group would hurry up and wash up shore. Really, the only time Himiko ventures out to the shore is for that sole reason. This batch of squids didn't seem promising either.

There she is, watching the new squids buttoning up their clothes. Least a lot of them are fully clothed. Well... except for one. Himiko stops dead on her tracks on one unusual squid, focusing more on those mufflers than the fact he's---

Before a word could escape Himiko's mouth, Iida is about to get smacked by a curled-up cloak like a random curve ball. SMACK!!]


PUT SOME CLOTHES ON! PERV!

[No one wants to see that! Thank goodness it wasn't the knife.]
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[personal profile] imaglyphwitch 2022-09-07 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
[Luz had been keeping her own house pretty clean since there were several people living in it! So this was a little daunting].

No one would hold that against you! You just got the place, right? I'd probably hold off for the moment too!

[Well, not necessarily since Luz had gotten used to keeping a clean house from her own mother and then from seeing how Eda kept house.

No, it wasn't, but it was relatable].

Ooh, great! I would have done it to help a friend out, but this way I get to bring these over to Lexi now!

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[personal profile] brains_beef_and_brows 2022-09-07 06:26 am (UTC)(link)
[What do you mean by nobody wants to see that? There's nothing wrong with being nude especially when one is communing with nature, after all, you really don't see bears walking around wearing red teeshirts do you? Well... Outside of Disneyland, that is.


But I digress, once being pelted by a curveball of a cloak- Tenya sputters as he pulled the offending cloth away from his face to frown at whoever dared to attack him while his focus was placed elsewhere.]

I beg your pardon but who am I the one being deemed as a perv? I am not displaying sexual behavior that could be seen as abnormal or unacceptable! I was merely cleaning myself!
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[personal profile] thatsmymagic 2022-09-07 09:47 am (UTC)(link)
Why do you hate magic so mu- eh?

[ Honestly Akko almost crashes into Jinx when she stops, having been sort of speed-walking to keep pace. She scuttles backwards before peering at the carpet. ]

Hey you're right, there's a dip here. [ She doesn't have anything to rip or cut with, but the carpet is so old it'll probably tear easily if they start at the spot where it connects to the walls. ] What do you think? Should we try and tear it up?
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[personal profile] thatsmymagic 2022-09-07 09:58 am (UTC)(link)
Of course I don't mind you being in costume! You're a superhero, silly, it's only natural.

[ A hero needs a costume, duh. At the food descriptions, Akko's mouth starts to water. She hasn't been eating super well due to...well honestly she's just been distracted. Her eyes light up and she clasps her hands in front of her. ]

Oh man, that sounds awesome!! I haven't had a proper spicy mayo in ages. England was lovely but the closest sushi place was in Glastonbury and it was nothing like the ones back home in Japan. Oh, oh - is there takoyaki anywhere? Or is that considered poor taste with the Sleepers arriving as squid-like things and such?
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[personal profile] thatsmymagic 2022-09-07 10:08 am (UTC)(link)
You know Luz too, huh? I've heard about her from a couple people now, I hope I get to meet her.

[ The hallway is becoming uncomfortably narrow. Akko fidgets with the edge of her sleeve, glancing up at Scorpia. The sense of danger is increasing. The musty air is starting to make her feel sick. Akko forces a smile. ]

And don't worry, you and Ochako-chan will be the first people I show my magic to once I get it back.

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