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SEPTEMBER TEST DRIVE MEME!

SEPTEMBER 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: Bread Cornucopia filled with fruits and veggies]
[Image Two: Creepy glass eye embedded in sand]

Prompt Two
[Image One: A Lone Lighthouse by night]
[Image Two: Ghost Ship in dilapidated condition]

Prompt Three
[Image One: Wasps, Wasp Nest made from human Mask screaming terror, swirling eddies in wasp Nest]
[Image Two: Horribly mutilated Cenobite in Latex gear with exposed teeth]

STANDARD ARRIVAL
WHEN: First Week of September
WHERE: The Farther Shores/The Boardwalk, Koz's Orphanage
CONTENT WARNINGS: Creepy Prosthetics buried in the sand


On some level, you are one of the fortunate ones. The storms of August are now a distant memory. It is the waning of the Blood Moon and the tempestuous state of the Beast Moon this year is fading finally while the harvest is being collected. Sleepers arriving find no particular difficulty in actually reaching the shores for the most part, and transformations back into their natural state of being are relatively easy. They are met by happy Trenchies and fellow Sleepers with robes of white and their bags as normal, and motioned towards the waiting tents set up along the

What is strange, however, is that when Sleepers arrive, they may find their eyes drawn to something disturbing amongst the sand. Water washes with the waves and tide, and reveals a body part! They are always prosthetics of some variety, and many are glass eyes that eerily stare at the person. They can be retrieved with some ease, though they're in bad need of cleaning. Perhaps they belong to someone in town? If not, however, asking around will get a suggestion to bring those to Koz's Orphange in Crenshaw. They have a Lost and Found there, and it is the season of finding what and who is lost. If they do, they might catch a glimpse of Koz floating mournfully through the area, and one of the children will gratefully take the item, saying that they will add it to the rest of the Lost and Found, before coming back with a photo in hand. "Here, I found this, and I think it might be yours?" The photo is, indeed, of the giver and someone from their past. Perhaps it is an actual photo taken, or one they cannot remember having been taken. Regardless, it is offered to them in a cheap wooden frame. How it got there, the orphan does not know. It was probably there when they arrived.

SEASONAL DETAILS ON THE BOARDWALK

The Boardwalk is quite the spectacle this time of year, and those who were here the prior year will remember many of the decorations and festivities. Pumpkins have been stacked on spikes lining the Boardwalk with grotesquely realistic carvings of faces decorated on them. Massive white linen has been hung in the air to look like ghosts floating back and forth against the ocean wind.

Delicious smells waft from the Boardwalk as fresh donuts, candied apples, and hot apple cider are sold at every other booth, along with complementary cornucopias given to each new Sleeper made out of bread that has fruits of all varieties but always seems to have a small jar of the favorite fruit, seed, vegetable (or even meat) of the person receiving it. If asked where it is from, the Sleepers shrug and say "The Orphans took up a collection to give a welcoming gift to new arrivals." If what is in the jar is eaten by the person given it, it will help to ease their mind and give them a calm that can last up to a week as they acclimate.

Preparations are in order for this year's Black Parade. An annual celebration, it is promoted among the excited locals as something that people can participate in. Face Painting booths and costumes are available to those who wish them, with the statement by the Trenchies, "We do it to disguise ourselves from roaming spirits and hungry beasts."
A FADED MEMORY
WHEN: Mid October
WHERE: In Swimming distance (Barely) of the Farther Shores
CONTENT WARNINGS: Ghostly Ship & Lighthouse, Threat of Corruption, Remains of Ghastly Murder and Dismembered Corpse


It is by accident that your eyes chance to look towards the Farther Shores. There, you happen to see a lighthouse, but you know for certain that it cannot be the lighthouse that is normally there and manned by the fishermen. You can't usually see that from this angle. The moment that you see it, a feeling of mounting dread falls upon you, and you realize that there is no light in the lighthouse. Though the compulsion to investigate can be resisted, there is an almost overwhelming urge to go, to investigate, to re-ignite the flame before it is too late!

The question is getting out there. The fishermen, when the lighthouse is mentioned, will make warding gestures and look terrified. All will resolutely refuse to sail out, muttering incomprehensible curses and lashing their boats securely to the shore. There will be no fishing tonight. The lighthouse, from the docks and shores, is out in the water on a rocky outcrop that nobody remembers being there, though any Trenchy asked will pale at the mention. The only way to get out there is to swim. It is a hard, dangerous swim, but the tide is coming in, rather than going out, so the riptide is not pulling down. It can be done, or a raft can be hastily made. When clambering up the stone steps to the lone lighthouse, it is apparent its door is ajar. And within? Horror awaits.

The insides of the tower are caked in viscuous, green blood. The Lighthouse itself is barely standing. It looks as if a thunderous, colossal fist has battered it repeatedly, the building nearly collapsing at every step. It does not actually break apart, but those who ascend the steps find themselves fighting not to slip on old, caked and thick blood that smells of roses. The contact with the blood isn't doing anything good to the person's sanity and hallucinations of the screams of the dying can be heard, along with shrieks of "What is it?" at the top of someone's voice. An increase in corruption is possible here, though not required. The more one contacts the blood, the greater the risk is. In the top of the lighthouse, dismembered, skeletal remains lay in gobs of what may once have been flesh. One of them holds desperately a torch in their hand, and there is a lighter present. One look out into the night will see a great vessel approaching, broken, its sails tattered and ruined. there is little time, and hopefully the lighter works!

The moment the torch lights the lamp in the lighthouse, the ship veers away from a collision course that would have destroyed the lighthouse and likely the flimsy rock outcropping on which it stood. Shades of dead sailors stare in horror at those who man the lighthouse today, the ship sailing away into the night. All are pointing beyond, and if you look over your shoulder, you can barely see a collosal figure in shadow walking into the town beyond, seemingly confused and wailing. Nothing further happens, and when the people in the lighthouse reach shore again, they will find upon turning back that it is gone, as is the outcropping, though a close inspection does see the remains of a shallow of stone there where the island once stood.

Note: The Ghost ship cannot be interacted with. If someone has the ability to reach it, they will pass through it only to realize it is nothing more than a memory in the land. Fragments of rotted wood and broken masonry can be found in the water below, covered in countless barnacles. Nothing within them shows any proof of what once transpired. There is a risk of corruption from blood exposure, though this is very much up to the players if they wish to incorporate it.

No Trenchy will willingly speak of what transpired, though a careful investigation at the Pale Sanctuary may find a tome among the sacred texts associated with Cloverfield. Reading from it, one might find a forgotten marking that the first sighting of Cloverfield, long ago, saw the collapse of the original lighthouse. No Disciple recalls the incident, and none will speak of it.

FRIEND OR FOE
WHEN: Anytime in October
WHERE: At the frindges of the main districts
CONTENT WARNINGS: demonic bugs, Bug Horror, Grotesque death, Self mutilation, Bug Infestation


The first thing that alerts you to the danger is the screams. They are agonizing, gut-wrenching and full of naked horror. When traveling near the edge of any of the districts, particularly the Crenshaw district, it is possible at times to witness a truly horrifying sight. The screams, if investigated, come upon the grisly attack of a horde of not exactly wasps but closer to demonic insects swarming over a person. They shriek, their whole form shrouded by the terrible creatures as they're being stun and the things seem to be extruding some sort of substance to cocoon them while still alive to one of the trees. There is no cry for help, as the person is clearly unaware of who is there, but do you reach out to save them?

If you do not, the scene is horrific and grisly beyond reckoning. The wasps trap the hapless victim against a tree, grafting the extruded paper all over their screaming visage to form a new wasp nest before they ultimately begin crawling inside of them, devouring them from the inside out and implanting their eggs in the new 'home' created for them. It is at this time that the palpable danger may dawn upon you. The infernal bugs have not yet seen you, but they seem to be aware that there is other life around. Do you take this moment to try and beat a hasty retreat, or do you fight it out with the bugs? They can be destroyed, but only by means of abilities and powers that destroy multiples at once, such as great gouts of flame. Hopefully you have a coldblood present! Fleeing them is easier, but can you leave this person to their fate? Still, if instead you observe and take no action, eventually the bugs seem to notice you, and though they swarm near, as long as they are not attacked, they seem to do nothing.

Strange.

If, however, you try to save the victim, a very different scene plays out. The same rules apply to fight the swarm, and if you stop them short of killing their victim, you will see just who it is that you have saved. There, mutilated through self scarification and brutally altered in horrible ways that seem almost fetishistic, is one of the blood crazed zealots. Despite being weakened and badly injured, they lash out at you, their defender. The power that they wield with their blood is incredible, and they demonstrate an ability to wield it that is well documented. The only note is that no Cold-blooded Zealots are present, and so their powers are not represented this time. However, they are drained and though they pose a threat to your life, they can be killed here with a bit of care, can be resisted with great difficulty and certainly be escaped. Either way, there is no true reward for having killed them other than knowing that you have done so. Why are they here? Alone?

It is almost as if they were an advance scout, and the wasps were someone's defense against them, someone's early warning.

CODING
wingstosee: (iseethedevil)

[personal profile] wingstosee 2022-10-13 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ for a single, agonizing moment, venus comes to terms with his own mortality. it's small. it's insignificant. it's a grim acceptance, an acknowledgment that he doesn't want to die, but that he might not have the choice in the matter someday. that his choices and actions don't matter in a world with a god that hurts people and says it's for the greater good-

don't think that way, some part of him chastises, just as another part whispers you've always known it.

it doesn't come to pass. a woman darts in front, throwing up a shield of that same light he'd called. for a moment, he's blinded, seeing only light and sound and butterflies... a hint of black and gold fabric, and nothing else.

and then his vision clears, and he finds himself stunned.

she's beautiful. she's so, so pretty, in a way that makes his stomach churn and his lungs deflate and his skin prickle and his guts roil and tie themselves in knots. and... she's loud, and her voice is cruel, and there's a hundred terrible-sounding words that would fit her and they all only make her even more beautiful.

she's perfect. she's just. perfect. and he thinks he might hate her for that, a little.
]

Th... [ thank you, he wants to say, but this person is still in danger. he forces himself up and onto his feet, trying to hold his radio at the ready. ] J-just tell me where you need me!

[ if she even needs him at all. it's not like he's anywhere near the level of the actual scouts, after all. ]
wingstosee: (unacceptable)

[personal profile] wingstosee 2022-10-13 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
Okay!? [ he says, still looking for all the world like he might have a panic attack, and then, more respectably: ] Oh, um, yeah! Yes. Yes, I'm... Not a squid. I shouldn't have ever been a squid. I think that's probably, um, sacrilegious somehow?

[ and also really gross. but even if that part's way more important, he can't just say that. ]

Oh, I, um... [ "i wouldn't want to" only does so much when you're new and alone and also completely terrified out of your own mind. ] How much would I owe you...?
Edited 2022-10-13 01:35 (UTC)
hauntedsavior: (⚡ our shields were all but shattered)

[personal profile] hauntedsavior 2022-10-13 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
[anna tilts her head.]

You wouldn't owe me anything, kid. [she says it so casually that it can't be a judgmental thing, not from her lips.] Name's Anna. [short A. german.] I used to be part of the welcome wagon around here, but some stuff happened.

[she shakes her head. it's fine not to go into it.]

Anyway, I missed coming out here and meeting the new squids. And you're getting used to the body pretty fast, if you're taking that robot arm apart so easy.
Edited 2022-10-13 01:44 (UTC)
wingstosee: (shouldntsay)

[personal profile] wingstosee 2022-10-13 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ he stands a few meters away, staring out towards the lighthouse. a part of him wants, more than anything, to go. prove yourself, it murmurs. do something good for once. there's still a chance.

the much larger, much more venus part of his brain says this: why should you care? let the people who are actually good do it. they'll get... some promotion, or something. you're basically helping them by looking the other way, except for the many ways in which you aren't, which is even better.

judging from the way he hasn't moved in a few minutes, the "venus" part of his brain is currently winning. and judging from the way his gaze falters and he stifles a sudden laugh about three seconds after ianthe speaks, he's finally processed exactly what she said.
]

Pfft. [ he is trying so hard not to laugh. it's not going well. ] Um. It really does, huh? Maybe that's why everyone's getting so weird about it.
Edited 2022-10-13 01:50 (UTC)
manyone: (003 »)

[personal profile] manyone 2022-10-13 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
Stay behind me, boy!

[ The Zealot is still lunging towards the pair, summoning hooks as Beatrice holds her ground, her shield blazing like the sun as each attack strikes against it. She is laughing the entire time, shrill and cruel and excited. ]

This is what it means to face the Golden Witch! You uuuuuuseless thiiiiing!

[ Her hand waves and the wisps of sweet smoke swirl around her and in an instant the pipe has turned into a shimmering sword of golden light. She darts forward, fairly flying over the ground, barely touching it as she lunges. The point of the sword pierces the Zealot and bears it backwards in a single horrid motion. ]

DIIIIEEEEEE!!!!
wingstosee: (shouldhaveknown)

[personal profile] wingstosee 2022-10-13 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
Anna. [ he tests out the name, rolling each sound on his tongue. it's a nice name. easy to remember. ] There's... Um, has this whole thing been going on long enough to have a welcome wagon?

[ you know. the whole kidnapping thing? he winces as she mentions "squids" again, but doesn't say anything to correct or stop her. ]

It's... not really anything special? It's not any more complicated than a radio, at least.
terriblepurpose: (072)

[personal profile] terriblepurpose 2022-10-13 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
[The stars have different fates in mind for both of them. The crab takes longer than Paul expects, and by the time he returns to the boardwalk free of the fine spray of venom it scratched him with, Silver is departed to conflict elsewhere.

It's a shame, Paul thinks, but he's sure that he'll see the other man at the dojo some time soon. Until then, he'll make his way to that second home himself, to let Johnny know the good news.]
wingstosee: (unacceptable)

[personal profile] wingstosee 2022-10-13 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ "stay behind me," she says, and some part of him thinks - man up, already, if you always cower like this nobody will ever respect you, and some part of him thinks - good! good!! i didn't want their respect anyway!

but most importantly, as he ducks down and tries to take cover behind her as she launches forward and flies, he thinks:
]

OH MY GOD??

[ this lady's... amazing. as powerful as any scout, as cool as any scout, but without the transformation sequences or the scriptures. and, maybe more importantly, she's absolutely, positively not a good guy. no good guy would cackle like that, scream "DIE" like that. no good guy calls themselves a "witch" when harry potter was still too satanic for most people. and most importantly, no good guy is as pretty and sharp and perfect as that.

he just. stares. his cheeks are red and his cyan eyes are enormous and he's just staring like an idiot. someone help him.
]
hauntedsavior: (⚡ take the wind and the snow)

[personal profile] hauntedsavior 2022-10-13 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, this is, uh. [she counts on one hand and sits down next to her new friend, if that's what they are. her feet dangle off the edge of the boardwalk; she's wearing sneakers and torn jeans, and the varsity jacket with "RU" written on the breast blows a little. underneath, there's a slightly faded silversun pickups tee. she looks, by all accounts, like a normal-ass person. ignoring the matte black hands.]

Twelve, nearly thirteen months here for me. I think I came in on the first wave. The natives don't really remember anyone else before I got here, but there was apparently this dream town that existed for another couple years before that. I don't know much about it. [it's a lot. she's talking very normally about it, but it's a lot.] We could use people here who are good with their hands, at least.
manyone: (006 »)

[personal profile] manyone 2022-10-13 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ Beatrice's mad cackling grows in volume, as if to drown out the dying gurgle of the Zealot as the golden sword plunges into its chest once and then twice, leaving behind a bloody ruin. The creature's foul blood bubbles forth and spills out to soak into the ground. The lifeless body drops with a heavy weight.
Beatrice continues laughing for a long moment as the sword vanished back into the shape of that gently smoking pipe.

That sharp, beautiful, horrible face turns back to Venus. ]


What's wrong? You've never met a Witch before? Kihihi!
wingstosee: (understanding)

[personal profile] wingstosee 2022-10-13 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
...oh.

[ nearly thirteen months. a year, and then even more. it's weird - it's not like that that's that long, after all. but it's longer than summer camp, and it's even longer than summer camp for the bad kids like him, and that's what really hammers in that he's stuck here. away from the captain and group south, which is objectively a pretty good thing, and away from jupiter and neptune, which makes his throat get tight and his heartbeat fast and his stomach get cold and anxious.

he won't say it. boys aren't supposed to say that kind of thing, after all. but he misses them already.
]

I'm not really good with my hands, though. [ a beat - and then he just keeps talking. ] I'm okay with radios, I guess. It's about the only thing I can do. But even this arm is a lot different than a radio, and I probably put a gear or two back wrong already. Or maybe cleaning it is a lot trickier than I thought, and I'm just getting even more sand and oil everywhere and breaking something someone needs.

[ he doesn't sound like he's trying to hold a pity-party, at least. he just... sounds like he's trying to explain, a bit glumly. ]

I guess if you needed, I could help look at radios? I can probably do that much, at least.
wingstosee: (dismay)

[personal profile] wingstosee 2022-10-13 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
No??? [ and he nearly leaves it at that, staring up at her, except- ] -actually I think Neptune is a witch?? So I've definitely met. One, I guess, but mostly she just complains about camp and ignores group activities, she doesn't- You know, the. Sword???

[ even looking at her is kind of painful. his eyes keep trying to glance away; he looks to her, then awkwardly to the side, then back again. each time his gaze lands on the corpse she's left behind, he squeezes his eyes shut for a moment. ]

You're a real, actual witch?
manyone: (038 »)

[personal profile] manyone 2022-10-13 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ Beatrice drops into a curtsy that is half genuine and half mocking, face split in an excited grin. What a question! And she has such an answer! She takes a puff from her pipe and exhales a cloud of sweet tobacco smoke. ]

Of course I'm a real Witch. I am Beatrice, the Endless and Golden.

[ The way that Venus can't quite look at her is fascinating. Partially because Beatrice enjoys the power trip that comes with it. The other part is an acute awareness of her own looks. Normally, boys would stare, wouldn't they? Battler always had.

Venus' refusal to look directly at her feels a little different. There's something there and Beato can't lay her finger on it. ]


And your name?
wingstosee: (curiosity)

ii; using he-him since she's not aware of it but nona is free to pick up on "girl"!

[personal profile] wingstosee 2022-10-13 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ oh. a woman is talking to him.

it takes him a moment to notice. the truth is, he's been a bit overwhelmed since his arrival, between the squids and the artificial limbs and glass eyes and hawker stalls and candied apples. (he'd always thought he would like them more, and then every time it turns out the caramel's almost too sweet, and it kind of makes his teeth hurt?) and to top it all off, he keeps seeing lights in the corner of his eyes, just out of reach. lights he's seen before - lights he wants to see, almost as much as he's terrified of knowing just where they lead.
]

Huh? [ and then, before she's had a chance to repeat herself, her words click and he says abruptly: ] Oh. I don't think so? I don't know how I get home, at least, and you're probably... Not from Kansas? Maybe?

[ (there is a song beneath her words, so quiet as to be almost silent but readable in the lips if you watch close enough. a beautiful voice like that sounds fragrant incense and echoes like honey as she speaks. it's okay, it murmurs, and i miss you, and please, stay safe. but nobody says a word, or asks why she's singing.) ]

Um. If it's okay to ask, where are you from?
hauntedsavior: (⚡ alive and breathing in the desert sand)

[personal profile] hauntedsavior 2022-10-13 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
[oh, okay. he's got the mental illness. gotcha. she glances over at him with a friendly smile.]

Well, let's get you acclimated here first, you know? It's not critical or anything. You can get by pretty well just kind of on vibes if you want. [she glances down at the arm and pulls up her own sleeve to reveal a little more of the matte. at this distance, the seams in her body might be visible, too.]

Just looking at it, though, I think you put it together pretty okay. You can trust me. I'm an expert. [smirk.] Firsthand.
in_loveless_memory: (But that doesn't make sense)

[personal profile] in_loveless_memory 2022-10-13 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
He reached up and gently stroked the top of her head (which was also technically her "hat").

"She and I went through a lot together, and she was sort of one of the only ways I could protect myself against a lot of things," or people. "She never turned on me."

He nods at the greeting.

"It's nice to meet you, Tomoe-san," at the mention of the people he shrugged. "I don't really care what they think, honestly. They were assholes in Deerington, can't see that being any different now."
in_loveless_memory: (But that doesn't make sense)

[personal profile] in_loveless_memory 2022-10-13 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh... I was in Deerington too, though I don't think it was a year... it certainly felt like an eternity in that hell, I'll say that much. So, one hellhole to another then, or are you one of those people where Deerington and whatever this place is called are an upgrade from your home world?"

Just because Ritsuka was also a part of that group of "this hell on earth was better than the hell on earth he came from" didn't mean he had to LIKE being here.
in_loveless_memory: (That's nice don't care)

[personal profile] in_loveless_memory 2022-10-13 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
Still screwed then, got it. [Ritsuka was never an optimist even on a good day, being told things from Deerington carried over to this place immediately classified it as "hell" or "hellish" depending on how bad it was.]

Were you also apparently a squid first?
in_loveless_memory: (Pretty child)

[personal profile] in_loveless_memory 2022-10-13 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
He hated it. If he could rip it out of him he would, but it would be just HIS luck he would feel every ounce of it and Maul wouldn't notice a damn thing (because that would require Maul notice anything and he wasn't really all that observant, to begin with).

Right, well, that was that then. He began walking towards the boardwalk, willing to take his chances with complete, probably highly likely but not necessarily sociopaths than the actual legitimate sociopath in front of him.

"Right, well, bye then," was all Maul would get for his efforts. That Ritsuka was even being this civil to the Sith was a feat unto itself. "Do us both a favor and leave me alone this time."
in_loveless_memory: (I'm... not blushing kay?)

[personal profile] in_loveless_memory 2022-10-13 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
"A mismagius," he offered as he comes up, his ears bent back, not sure what to make of the situation yet.

"She's a pokemon, I don't suppose you know what that is?"
in_loveless_memory: (Ah yes?)

[personal profile] in_loveless_memory 2022-10-13 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
It's just as well that Makoto didn't immediately grab and hug him, he didn't do well with sudden touch, though he enjoyed being hugged with enough warning.

"Like, a few hours honestly. My first order of business was a bath and clothes."

Wet fur that reeked of salt was never fun and Ritsuka didn't really like the "drowned rat" look.

"Everyone is... really into Halloween, I see."
shiro2hero: (oops accidentally charming)

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[personal profile] shiro2hero 2022-10-13 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
Hey, it's okay. You looked really engrossed there.

[He really hadn't meant to startle the kid. It just happened to be Shiro's shift with the Wakers. And... well. The prosthetic admittedly caught his eye. And the care being used to clean it. So many gears. It reminds him of someone else, honestly.]

I didn't mean to startle you. [Shiro lifts his hands in a sort of apologetic, placating gesture. Both of them - instead of bothering to hide the metal one, this time.] I'm volunteering with the Wakers, today.
wingstosee: (doushio)

[personal profile] wingstosee 2022-10-13 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
That's. [ that's exactly what happened, which is why he needs to apologize. doesn't shiro get it?? not that venus is going to help, since he immediately backpedals to: ] Sorry, I just. Kind of get distracted when I'm doing things? It's. I know I need to pay more attention, it's just...

[ his eyes land on the metal arm. his eyes go wide. and then, in a tone of voice that sounds like he is either about to faint or cry, he says: ]

Oh my god is this your arm.
necroprince: (naomistares 4)

cw for very nsfw jokes

[personal profile] necroprince 2022-10-13 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
[Yes, she got one of them, maybe now he won't wander into the ocean and get eaten by a large sea frogs or whatever. Not that she cares of course, she imagines the frogs get hungry too. Perhaps she's robbing them of a meal even.

Then again, this boy was staring at it, almost contemptuous. She can get behind that. She rather hates this world so far.]


Mmmm. Just don't try to fit that thing inside of you. Not without a lot of lube, at least... [She bends her head to the side, as if trying to picture it.]
shiro2hero: (black garlic dorito man)

[personal profile] shiro2hero 2022-10-13 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
Really, it's okay. I know a lot of people like that - you'd think I'd have learned by now. [He grins a little, lopsided and open, as he says it. Like it's his fault for disturbing the kid.]

[There would be self-consciousness here, if someone else had reacted like that. But it's so much different coming from someone in the same boat. Shiro just wiggles his fingers, instead of shoving his hands in his pockets.]


It is. I admit, I kind of like the look of yours better.

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