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test drive meme #1
TEST DRIVE MEME #1
Welcome to Serendipity's first test drive meme!
☆ TDM threads can be considered game canon if everyone agrees to it.
☆ Any questions about the TDM can be asked in the mod questions thread.
☆ Questions about the general game mechanics, setting or locations, or magic can be asked on their respective pages.
It was a beautiful dream, complete with a sobering and tantalizing choice.
The awakening is just as beautiful, and you wake slowly, comfortably and completely on your own time, eyes blinking open to take in the surroundings. You are floating in the center of a pool of pink-tinted liquid, just a little thicker than water, just thick enough that the floating takes no effort. Dressed in a soft white cotton robe, you find yourself staring at the high domed ceiling of a round room lined with huge windows that let in the afternoon sunlight, a little pale and washed out with the cool midwinter temperature and the reflection of light snowfall outside.
Inside, it is warm, the liquid you float in close enough to your body temperature that you can barely feel it as it moves over your skin. Thick vines climb the walls, weaving in and out between the windows and occasionally over them, throwing thick organically-shaped stripes here and there across the room. Once you fully awaken and stand up and exit the water, you will find towels to dry yourself beside a neatly stacked bundle of your clothing (all very precisely mended) and any other items you might have had on your person when you made the decision to stay. You are left alone, given time to sort yourself out and get changed, and it is only when you decide to leave the antechamber with the pool through a single open arch and make your way into the courtyard of the castle that you will be approached.
The people who greet you are warm and welcoming, wearing robes of different colors depending on the House they're affiliated with - green for Life, blue for River, brown for Stone, and yellow for Sun. These representatives explain to you where you are and what you've agreed to and answer any questions you might have. After this conversation, you are given your tablet and walked through how to use it, then taken on a tour through the various House accommodations so you can choose which suits you best, and offered to be taken to the stables should you have a mount, large pet, or vehicle that's come through with you.
In honor of the first new arrivals to this empty little valley, the heads of the Houses have decided to set up a little party in the largest ballroom in the Castle. It's a simple gathering, primarily a feast with live music, dancing, and games. The ballroom is lit up with candles and strings of magical fairy lights, there is a large table lined with chairs and loaded with simple farm-to-table type foods - roast chicken and beef, baked and mashed potatoes, buttered and roasted vegetables, bread rolls and loaves of bread intricately braided into various shapes, several types of stews and curries made with goat, mutton, beef, and chicken served with flat fried breads, and an assortment of pastries, tarts, and cakes. To drink, there will be mulled wine and mead, beer and a few spirits, and a wide variety of juices and other non-alcoholic beverages. The crowning achievement is a small ice cream bar with various flavors of ice cream and chocolate and caramel sauces.
☆ a. CELEBRATIONS The rest of the room has been mostly cleared aside from some couches and armchairs set up around the edges of the room for people to rest in. Throughout the evening, several small bands play a variety of music meant for dancing and an entire large section of the room is dedicated to games - darts, tabletop sports games, cards, chess, and a game something like Pictionary or charades. Characters are welcome to mingle, dance, and play games with each other and with NPCs that will be more than willing to ask characters to dance or join them in a game.
☆ b. HOUSE PRESENTATIONS In a smaller room adjoining the ballroom, each of the Houses has set up a booth of sorts, meant to describe the interests and focus of each House as well as to demonstrate the types of magic that each house specializes in. Here, characters can observe mages from each House performing complicated spells or brewing potions and offering samples.
The spells performed will generally be complex, high-level spells intended to be impressive displays of what each House's magic can do. Characters can be temporarily changed into animals, have their worries erased for a few hours, become intangible, or be allowed to breathe underwater for a time, among many other types of fantastical spells. The samples of potions are good for an hour or so of effect and can cover a wide range of effects - intoxication and euphoria, enhanced luck, temporary infatuation, forced truth, the ability to speak to animals, and a host of other magical effects.
House booths are not recruiting, characters are not asked to join any of the Houses or ally with them, but they are showing off to try to tempt characters to sign up with their House to learn magic.
☆ c. SHARING IS CARING In another smaller room adjoining the ballroom, characters are invited to talk about their homes, show off their own abilities, or share something cultural from their own worlds. There will be a near-constant stream of interested NPCs as well as other characters who may watch or listen. Tell a folklore story from your country, perform a folk song, show off your superhuman abilities, or share anything else that reminds you of home in an enthusiastic sharing of culture.
Towards the middle of the evening, a 'game' is announced - the Secret Signs. A magic spell will be cast on the room at large, and characters will find a glowing inscription above their heads that reveals a minor but relatable secret of theirs, or functions as a sort of 'shaming sign' betraying a minor relatable misbehavior that the character indulges in. These inscriptions will remain for a few hours, and characters are encouraged to mingle, observe other people's inscriptions, and try to find common ground in these inconsequential secrets or guilty pleasures.
However, the spell isn't perfect, so some characters may have no inscriptions, or false accusations or untrue secrets displayed and have to deal with the fallout of that. Alternately, if players wish it, deeper secrets or wrongdoings may be exposed completely by accident.
On the day after the party, a call goes out on the tablets for the assistance of anyone who's able - the Greenhouses, which provide most of the food for the current population, are being invaded by pests! These pests are rodents about the size of very large rats that like to eat the ripened fruit and vegetables that have taken months of careful cultivation to grow. They are exceptionally good at climbing and the females of the species are capable of short flights using little 'wings' similar to those of a flying squirrel. When they're cornered, they have a nasty bite that can cause people trying to catch them to experience extremely strange surreal hallucinations.
It's very important that these pests be cleared out of the Greenhouses, because they are the source of most of the foods that characters will be eating, especially considering it's mid to late winter and growing things outdoors won't be happening for a while. It's your first opportunity to really contribute to your new community!
Each character's tablet will light up at some point during the first few days and open a new entry with a blinking prompt: Tell everyone something about yourself. Where are you from? How old are you? What was your family like? What is your favorite food or color?
Or characters are welcome to post up their own network-based prompts.
NAVIGATION
☆ TDM threads can be considered game canon if everyone agrees to it.
☆ Any questions about the TDM can be asked in the mod questions thread.
☆ Questions about the general game mechanics, setting or locations, or magic can be asked on their respective pages.
i. ARRIVAL
It was a beautiful dream, complete with a sobering and tantalizing choice.
The awakening is just as beautiful, and you wake slowly, comfortably and completely on your own time, eyes blinking open to take in the surroundings. You are floating in the center of a pool of pink-tinted liquid, just a little thicker than water, just thick enough that the floating takes no effort. Dressed in a soft white cotton robe, you find yourself staring at the high domed ceiling of a round room lined with huge windows that let in the afternoon sunlight, a little pale and washed out with the cool midwinter temperature and the reflection of light snowfall outside.
Inside, it is warm, the liquid you float in close enough to your body temperature that you can barely feel it as it moves over your skin. Thick vines climb the walls, weaving in and out between the windows and occasionally over them, throwing thick organically-shaped stripes here and there across the room. Once you fully awaken and stand up and exit the water, you will find towels to dry yourself beside a neatly stacked bundle of your clothing (all very precisely mended) and any other items you might have had on your person when you made the decision to stay. You are left alone, given time to sort yourself out and get changed, and it is only when you decide to leave the antechamber with the pool through a single open arch and make your way into the courtyard of the castle that you will be approached.
The people who greet you are warm and welcoming, wearing robes of different colors depending on the House they're affiliated with - green for Life, blue for River, brown for Stone, and yellow for Sun. These representatives explain to you where you are and what you've agreed to and answer any questions you might have. After this conversation, you are given your tablet and walked through how to use it, then taken on a tour through the various House accommodations so you can choose which suits you best, and offered to be taken to the stables should you have a mount, large pet, or vehicle that's come through with you.
ii. WELCOME HOME
In honor of the first new arrivals to this empty little valley, the heads of the Houses have decided to set up a little party in the largest ballroom in the Castle. It's a simple gathering, primarily a feast with live music, dancing, and games. The ballroom is lit up with candles and strings of magical fairy lights, there is a large table lined with chairs and loaded with simple farm-to-table type foods - roast chicken and beef, baked and mashed potatoes, buttered and roasted vegetables, bread rolls and loaves of bread intricately braided into various shapes, several types of stews and curries made with goat, mutton, beef, and chicken served with flat fried breads, and an assortment of pastries, tarts, and cakes. To drink, there will be mulled wine and mead, beer and a few spirits, and a wide variety of juices and other non-alcoholic beverages. The crowning achievement is a small ice cream bar with various flavors of ice cream and chocolate and caramel sauces.
☆ a. CELEBRATIONS The rest of the room has been mostly cleared aside from some couches and armchairs set up around the edges of the room for people to rest in. Throughout the evening, several small bands play a variety of music meant for dancing and an entire large section of the room is dedicated to games - darts, tabletop sports games, cards, chess, and a game something like Pictionary or charades. Characters are welcome to mingle, dance, and play games with each other and with NPCs that will be more than willing to ask characters to dance or join them in a game.
☆ b. HOUSE PRESENTATIONS In a smaller room adjoining the ballroom, each of the Houses has set up a booth of sorts, meant to describe the interests and focus of each House as well as to demonstrate the types of magic that each house specializes in. Here, characters can observe mages from each House performing complicated spells or brewing potions and offering samples.
The spells performed will generally be complex, high-level spells intended to be impressive displays of what each House's magic can do. Characters can be temporarily changed into animals, have their worries erased for a few hours, become intangible, or be allowed to breathe underwater for a time, among many other types of fantastical spells. The samples of potions are good for an hour or so of effect and can cover a wide range of effects - intoxication and euphoria, enhanced luck, temporary infatuation, forced truth, the ability to speak to animals, and a host of other magical effects.
House booths are not recruiting, characters are not asked to join any of the Houses or ally with them, but they are showing off to try to tempt characters to sign up with their House to learn magic.
☆ c. SHARING IS CARING In another smaller room adjoining the ballroom, characters are invited to talk about their homes, show off their own abilities, or share something cultural from their own worlds. There will be a near-constant stream of interested NPCs as well as other characters who may watch or listen. Tell a folklore story from your country, perform a folk song, show off your superhuman abilities, or share anything else that reminds you of home in an enthusiastic sharing of culture.
iii. SECRET SIGNS
Towards the middle of the evening, a 'game' is announced - the Secret Signs. A magic spell will be cast on the room at large, and characters will find a glowing inscription above their heads that reveals a minor but relatable secret of theirs, or functions as a sort of 'shaming sign' betraying a minor relatable misbehavior that the character indulges in. These inscriptions will remain for a few hours, and characters are encouraged to mingle, observe other people's inscriptions, and try to find common ground in these inconsequential secrets or guilty pleasures.
However, the spell isn't perfect, so some characters may have no inscriptions, or false accusations or untrue secrets displayed and have to deal with the fallout of that. Alternately, if players wish it, deeper secrets or wrongdoings may be exposed completely by accident.
iv. GREENHOUSE INVASION
On the day after the party, a call goes out on the tablets for the assistance of anyone who's able - the Greenhouses, which provide most of the food for the current population, are being invaded by pests! These pests are rodents about the size of very large rats that like to eat the ripened fruit and vegetables that have taken months of careful cultivation to grow. They are exceptionally good at climbing and the females of the species are capable of short flights using little 'wings' similar to those of a flying squirrel. When they're cornered, they have a nasty bite that can cause people trying to catch them to experience extremely strange surreal hallucinations.
It's very important that these pests be cleared out of the Greenhouses, because they are the source of most of the foods that characters will be eating, especially considering it's mid to late winter and growing things outdoors won't be happening for a while. It's your first opportunity to really contribute to your new community!
v. NETWORK
Each character's tablet will light up at some point during the first few days and open a new entry with a blinking prompt: Tell everyone something about yourself. Where are you from? How old are you? What was your family like? What is your favorite food or color?
Or characters are welcome to post up their own network-based prompts.
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Richie "Trashmouth" Tozier / IT: 2017
☆ GREENHOUSE INVASIONS
Little shit...
[Even though it's daylight the world gets dark around him, and it feels damp - like the underneath the Neibolt house all over again. A voice creeps out of the shadows, yellow shiny coin-like eyes staring back at him.
Hi Richie. A shark-like smile follows, each tooth illuminated in the dark. Fuck, he should've known. He should've known this new place was all just some elaborate ruse. He never should've made the deal - never should have trusted. Richie grabs the baseball bat and scrambles to his feet.]
Get bent you circus freak!!
☆ NETWORK
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My name is Richie, I'm 13, and I'm addicted your mom. It all began when she pinched my cheeks, but not the cheeks you think.
Greenhouse
The thing about being a werewolf is... sometimes, animals respond to that. Being an Alpha makes that even more likely, and Scott is hoping that he can use that to his advantage with the rodents.
Before he can find out if that's true or not in this particular case, he hears someone screaming, which kicks his previous walk up into a run inside the greenhouse. He finds a kid, at least a few years younger than him, with a baseball bat clutched between his hands.]
Hey, hey– dude, you okay? [He's pretty sure the answer is a big, fat, NO, but sometimes it's best to get people talking.] Did you get bitten by one of those little suckers?
Network
Ravi Chakrabarti / iZombie
It's so inspiring that he throws caution to the wind and samples one of those potions when he sees someone else manifesting something like telekinesis. He's been trying for an hour to figure out what sort of magics he got to play with when the reality of his placebo becomes apparent. He's not exactly steady on his feet, and when a six-foot-four desi dreamboat leans on a stranger to stabilize himself they're certain to notice it.]
Erm. Sorry, 'bout that- I think- I think they slipped a mickey in mine.
[Play a game they said, it'll be fun they said When he heard Secret Signs and enlisted himself he had been under the impression it'd be something more arcane in nature like Tarot or something as equally fantastical as the potions from before that he'd been slighted by. Not this.
Above his head in BOLD LETTERS is two words: ZOMBIE MONTHLIES, it's not descriptive enough to give him away but it does put him on the spot. Once he saw these little lines manifest over other participants he was quick to view his own and now with no easy way out of the situation he's doing what he can to somehow will it away. He's tried waving his hands, but the words aren't tangible. They can't be hidden by any sort of newspaper or headwear either.]
When do the party favors start being, I dunno, fun?
Network; un: sherlockfreud
Where are you from originally?
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House Presentation
[A wispy, five-foot-six blonde in heels is not necessarily the steadiest support a man could ask for, but she manages to brace her feet and keep them both from toppling. Once Ravi's predicament becomes clear, she puts her hands on his arm to further balance him and looks around.]
Er, yes, I believe I understand. [Lunafreya may not know the term "mickey," but he's clearly impaired, and there's enough alcohol going around for her to make a guess.] Here, let me help you to that armchair. Small steps.
[Carefully, she tries to guide him towards a chair by the wall. Stars, but he's tall.]
Secret Signs
He glances over at the man nearby and scoffs softly, shaking his head.]
I dunno, man... I think I get what they're going for, but this was maybe laying it on a little thick on day one, yanno?
[He can't hide the way his eyes go up to the words above the other guy's head, or the way his face betrays subtlety at all costs. He has questions, but he also gets how awkward this is.]
Malcolm Bright | Prodigal Son
III. SECRET SIGNS
V. NETWORK
WILDCARD
Celebrations
But who knows, maybe this time won't be as bad as the others. Sure, talking to strangers is an exercise in patience to begin with, but at least there's not a language barrier inhibiting his ability to communicate basic ideas to others. He might as well make use of being able to talk to someone without having to resort to his terrible Swedish or some form of charades.
"Not usually," Lalli answers honestly, not quite meeting Malcolm's eyes as he watches the man. Unsure, slightly skittish, definitely paying attention even if eye contact is difficult. He hasn't yet sat down at the other spot, but he's considering it. "But I know the rules."
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III. SECRET SIGNS
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Intouch Wongnate | Until We Meet Again
This curry tastes almost like something from home.
[He murmurs, licking a smear of sauce off his lips contentedly. It might seem like he's distracted by the food and not paying attention to anything or anyone else, but in reality his every fiber is practically vibrating as he searches for a sign of someone familiar. After all if Intouch is here, couldn't it be possible that he could be here too?]
They've really put in a lot of effort to try and make us feel welcome, haven't they?
[Maybe talking to someone who's just trying to get food is a little weird, but he still hasn't seen Korn and standing here eating by himself is getting both boring and lonely.]
I'm In, what's your name?
Go on! Go find your own food! This isn't yours!
[Mustering up some extra courage, he stomps after a particularly brave one that's getting entire too close to a plant for Intouch's comfort.]
Oi! That means you. Get out!
[Not wanting to hurt the creature, only scare it a little he just tries to push it away. Which accomplishes about as much as you'd guess in this sort of situation - nothing. Honestly, at this rate the only thing that In is going to accomplish is hurting himself.]
If they've got things that look like rats, where are their cats?
[He mutters, trying a little harder to get the current rodent he's engaged with to leave again to no avail.]
Hi.
My name is Intouch, but you can just call me In. I'm from a country called Thailand on a planet we just call Earth. Which now that I'm seeing the bigger picture of the universe might have been a little short sighted.
I know this is going to sound weird, but... was anyone here not alive before they woke up here?
Open to doing other things as well, you can message me or contact me oat
Have to be honest, I haven't played in a proper game in Forever, but I fell in love with this idea.
For a little character blurb since I'm not expecting anyone to be familiar with his canon:
Intouch is from a Thai show called Until We Meet Again. Which is... actually more about his reincarnated self than it is about Intouch. Intouch, himself, is just your average University student. Friendly, Outgoing, and entirely too persistent. His story meets an untimely end simply because he and his boyfriend committed the grave sins of being boyfriends in Thailand n the 80s. So he's here, because despite being dead and stuff, all he wants is a chance to live and be happy with his partner. Because there's Mother and she's basically offered him that dream on a silver platter. All he has to do is help. How hard can that be?
V. Network (username: Sylleblossom)
To answer your question simply: yes. I had died. In large part, that is why I am here. In dying, I left much that was my duty unfulfilled; if my efforts in this world might yet lighten the burden of those who carry on after me, I welcome the work gladly.
Might I ask whether you arrive here in similar circumstances?
With sincerest care,
Lunafreya Nox Fleuret
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Anthony J. Crowley | Good Omens | OTA
He had for the very briefest of moments appeared more angelic than he had in centuries. Laying in that white robe, in that holy looking sanctuary... It was a reminder he had not enjoyed! Crowley had recollected his things as quickly as possible and he was sorely tempted to give the room a hideous makeover when he left it but he decided better of it as there was that wish that he very much wanted. Crowley smirked and did at least use a touch of evil magic on the door so that the next person to arrive this way would have a devil of a time getting out! He might have agreed to come here, even to help out now and then, but he was no angel... he was getting something out of this exchange!
☆ b. HOUSE PRESENTATIONS
Crowley stalked around between the magical displays and various tables filled with potions. It was interesting really, as he had occasionally wondered what people would do if they were gifted with magic. Apparently they would make columns of fire dance to music and craft various potions with dubious side effects... Though the red potion looked nice. He stopped in front of the flask and picked it up when urged to do so. It was warm as he drank it down but instantly left him feeling weird.
"What's this do? I really... this makes you fall for some one?"
And it was true the very next person to enter the room looked absolutely like the most interesting person in the world complete with floating hearts and tiny cupids.
"Oh I don't like that!"
Crowley drew in a deep breath and focused as hard as he could until the liquid he had ingested ended up back into the bottle it had come from in the first place. He practically threw the bottle into the hands of the lady who had handed it to him in the first place.
"You can keep this!"
iii. SECRET SIGNS
By the time the game had been introduced Crowley had soothed the day's misadventures with a healthy dose of alcohol. It was then perhaps not surprising when the inscription, "Winebibber" appeared over his head. Having had so much wine he didn't even seem to notice.
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"Binewibber," he repeats thoughtfully. "Winewibber. Wine- something."
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Lalli Hotakainen | Stand Still, Stay Silent
[It's very easy to miss a certain scrawny pale man, as he is doing his best to go unnoticed. Hood drawn up, eyes cast downward, moving through the crowd while being mindful of not bumping into anyone. Someone is used to blending into the background, and he's doing his best to step silently and not be seen.
Well, until he finds the food, at least. All bets are off when it comes to food. Then it might be a shock as someone suddenly steps up and grabs for one of the many pastry options available. It might even be one that your character had been reaching for, because all bets are off when it comes to baked goods.
He sniffs at the pastry, then looks it over for a moment. And then he shoves it into his mouth, eating it all in one big bite.
Then he grabs several more and shoves them into the pockets of his outfit, stowing them away for later. It's only as he's cleaning out the plate that he finally casts a glance at anyone nearby, daring them to say anything about his actions. His baked goods now.]
Greenhouse Invasion
[It's actually lucky that Lalli's usual outfit has thick gloves, because those bites would be a problem if they could get to his actual fingers. As it is, Lalli is cursing loudly as he tries to scoop up these rat-sized rodents and throw them out of the greenhouse.
...he might be throwing them out the door without paying attention to who's coming in. You might want to duck.]
Network Questions
[It does take Lalli a moment to figure out how to use the network, because while such things do exist in his world it's not something he routinely uses. This guy is used to backwater living with no electricity, he has no need for tablets. He honestly is tempted to just pitch it in a lake somewhere and do his own thing. But he gets the feeling he'll be scolded if he 'loses' it, so.]
(Username: lalli)
Lalli Hotakainen, from Finland. I am a night scout and a mage, and if you have any questions that aren't stupid then I will answer them.
[It seems like he's decided questions like "what is your family like?" and "what is your favorite food?" are stupid.]
Greenhouse Invasion
His expression is deadpan and he lets out a little sigh.]
You might want to look where you're throwing things!
I did not expect to find a castmate here and I am screaming
I was deeply torn between tagging you with Emil or Onni, I might end up doing both.
Both are very good choices yes
then maybe I will try both
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Celebrations
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greenhouse!
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oh look here I am with the other one - greenhouse invasion (take 2)
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whoop, got hit by a word drought
s'ok
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Kaoru Sakurayashiki || Sk8 The Infinity
∳ Secret signs
∳ Network
Network
Italian are classic for a reason, but I prefer German.
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Lunafreya Nox Fleuret | Final Fantasy XV
[As long a day as it's been for Lunafreya Nox Fleuret, she finds she can't settle down in the rooms she's selected for herself and the white, spitz-tailed dog trotting at her heels. While daylight still reigns, the twenty-something woman in white winds up in a window-side nooks in the Ivory Castle's main library, her tablet set aside and a wide book in her lap, gazing softly, wistfully out the glass and into the valley depths, one hand absently stroking her dog's head.
Hopefully, pets are allowed in the library and no one's allergic to fur. When Pryna notices another person's approach, she wags her tail, causing Lunafreya to look up and smile softly.]
Hello. It's a marvel, isn't it?
ii. WELCOME HOME; b. HOUSE PRESENTATIONS
[This time, Lunafreya makes her appearance sans doggy escort. Perhaps that's for the best. The demure, single scoop of ice cream sitting in its bowl in her lap would prove too strong a temptation for even the goodest of good girls, all but forgotten as it is. Lunafreya's much too distracted by one of the House Life presentations to think to eat it before it melts.
A display of classic (if harmless and blessedly brief) dead-raising causes her to pale and put down her spoon, but the presenters continue to explain their case. Gradually, Lunafreya leans forward in her seat, listening intently.]
They consider healing a type of necromancy...
[She murmurs it to herself, lost in thought.]
v. NETWORK; un: Sylleblossoms
Greetings, everyone. I am Lunafreya Nox Fleuret; please, call me Lunafreya or shorten my name as you like. My dog, Pryna, seems to have come to this place with me, and I find her a great source of comfort as fellow strangers in a strange land. We both hail from the Imperial province of Tenebrae, and, more broadly, from a world named Eos.
If you would indulge a stranger's curiosity, I find myself wondering what skills the lot of us have, given the task ahead of us. Until now, I largely served as something of a figurehead and healer, not a builder. Still, I have some experience tending to plants, and Pryna has carried many a message across unsafe terrain. What else might we all bring to the table?
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But then a dead body raises itself up, and Lalli lets out a startled noise as his eyes go wide. Lunafreya might be leaning in, but since she's the closest to Lalli he is quickly throwing his arm across in front of her to act as a physical barrier.]
Stay back. I'll handle it.
[He sounds calm, even if he looks like he's on edge right now.
His other hand is going for a knife on his belt. He uh. He might be planning on killing some raised dead, stopping him might be a good idea.]
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how do i conveniently have this icon in here idk but !!! lmao
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Devo la Main 🐚 The Adventure Zone: Ethersea
I I (B) . P O T I O N S
V . N E T W O R K
II(B). Potions
Having watched a tall, handsome man take a potion, he's switching his attention to someone else who's just sort of starting to float off the floor looking delighted and surprised, and maybe he's rethinking not trying any of the potions, when someone speaks right close by him.
Blinking, Dusty turns his attention to the person talking and realizes it's that tall, handsome man from before. It's not that someone talking to him is surprising, not even that it was someone he'd just been watching and thinking about, it's more what he says.]
No, you're not the only one, believe me. I'm like, almost regretting having taken the deal. I know it'll be good in the end but, man...
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Sorry for the delay!
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Kris | Deltarune
[ White was not one of Kris' favourite colours. White clothes got dirty too easily, and thus made it much, much harder to hide what they were up to until the best moment. They distinctly did not remember changing into those clothes either. A notable frown crossed their face as they rose from pool like a shot and quickly abandoned the robe in favour of their usual clothes. They only let themselves take a deep breath when they were back in their familiar green sweater again. Their knife and the Ball of Junk were there too. Good.
The curious-as-always SOUL in their chest dragged them to everything that seemed even remotely interesting, asking them to examine it. Kris could only assume that it didn't know what their wish was. Or maybe it didn't care one way or the other and would just move on to someone else afterward. After what felt like ages, the SOUL finally directed them to leave the room and go into the courtyard.
There were humans here. Kris backed away two steps for every one step the greeters took toward them, and they only just accepted the tablet. Taking the tour was out of the question. Completely and utterly. In any other situation the vigorous shaking of their head might have been comical, but uh... Maybe not so much with the face they were making.
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[ ii. ❤️ throw on balance ]
[ There was a reason Toriel had to lock up the chocolate every so often. They had a second stomach for sweets and especially chocolate, so this sort of buffet lineup was just asking to be monopolized. They had scooped up a notable stack of the ice cream bars that had any traces of chocolate in them.
Where was that stack, you may ask? It was on a plate or something, right?
Nope. It was (somehow) perfectly balanced on top of their head. ]
[ ii.b. ❤️ a mind of your own ]
[ Magic. They could learn magic here, despite being a human. They could do more than just ACT. Just wait until Susie heard about this--
Ah.
Toriel would be worried sick by their sudden disappearance, and it seemed safe to assume that Ralsei would be worried. Noelle too, maybe. Susie, though... That thought was quickly shut down. Not because they have convinced themselves of anything, but for other reasons. The SOUL vibrated in their chest in response.
A keen observer would notice that they were giving the House Sun booth a wide berth as they approached the House Stone booth with an unwavering stare. ]
I want to join. How?
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[There's been plenty of people grabbing at the sweet treats, that's nothing unusual. Dusty's had enough of them himself so far. But what is unique? This kid who's got a stack of treats perfectly balanced on their head.]
Don't tell me you have a superpower for balancing stuff?
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The whole point of this event is to meet people, right? So, she sighs and approaches him, at this point resigned and decidedly pretending her own embarrassing label, 'DESPERATE FOR ATTENTION,' doesn't exist. ]
Okay, I have to ask. [ Straight to the point. She gestures at his sign. ] What does that even mean? Do you get jealous easily?
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Finnick Odair | the hunger games
Finnick is used to parties, most of them interminable. But in his experience, it's the company that makes the party at least as much as the setting and at least here, if most of the people here are strangers, there also isn't anybody he hates. (In the Capitol, it's hard to find a party that meets that simple criterion.) So if he's not actually here to have fun, he's also finding that he's enjoying not being recognized. He can lounge in an armchair without being constantly bothered by people demanding his attention or swooning over his very presence. People are looking at him, but it's different. The looks on their faces are more curious than impressed, and the invitations to dance are friendly, not insistent.
Finnick even agrees to some of them, and he doesn't have to pretend that it's kind of fun. Afterwards, he heads for the food, where he finds himself completely unable to resist the allure of ice cream and cake. The food is simple, but it's good and he finds himself relaxing a little more than he'd entirely intended, lulled by the lack of the performative pretentiousness he's used to from the Capitol.
"You should try the ice cream," he'll tell anyone who looks like they want to hear it.
There are a lot of games that Finnick doesn't like to play and doesn't feel like pretending he likes to play. And anything that has to do with putting a secret on display for anyone to see? That's something he doesn't want any part of. Finnick's an expert in secrets: in collecting them, memorizing them, leveraging them, and keeping them for later. They're more valuable than money itself to him, and even if the promises that have been made are true, Finnick isn't about to give any of them up.
And he doesn't trust those promises; he might have decided to come here being here was a choice he made out of desperation at what he left, not desire for what he'd chosen.
But he also isn't about to show just how much he hates this idea to any of the strangers around him, so instead of running out of the room, he's doing his best to appear nonchalant as he walks - a little faster than his usual saunter - towards the door.
Unfortunately he'd misjudged his timing, and he sees the labels appearing above the heads of the people around him like some sort of live version of a tv caption. The moment of panic on his face is fleeting, quickly controlled, and just as quickly replaced by relief when he sees his own label.
"TOO MUCH SUGAR? According to who?"
The most interesting part of the night turns out to be the people, and not in the way Finnick expects. He doesn't find himself watching people for their tells or their flaws; instead, he gravitates towards the smaller room off the ballroom where people are being invited and encouraged to talk about places he's never heard of, or imagined.
Finnick listens to the stories and the discussions of peoples and places completely outside the confines of Panem. At first, it all sounds too strange to be true, and he's half certain that it's some sort of trap, a clumsy lure to talk about things that aren't spoken of in public, secret thoughts of places beyond the bounds of his known world. But the more he listens, the more he wants to believe. Anyone talking about their world will find a beautiful young man standing off to one side of the gathered crowd, listening like the stories are salve to a wound.
Later, Finnick will share some of the songs of the sailors of District Four, his voice strong and clear and his presence as a performer entirely assured.
As it should be, for someone who's been performing one way or another since he was fourteen.
[ Finnick will be generally people watching and trying to learn as much as he can, while doing his best to look like that's not what he's doing. The one thing he won't be engaging with is anything to do with magic, and he won't be hiding his unease about it.
Happy for you to wildcard anything at him from the section ii prompts!]
secret signs
In this case, though, Lalli isn't too far off the mark. He can see Finnick walking briskly and attempting to escape, and it reminds him of how he himself often tries to escape conversations. So in Lalli's mind, Finnick doesn't like the game and wants to leave as quickly as possible. Completely understandable, Lalli himself also wants to escape this situation.
"It's telling you that you've eaten too much sugar." A straightforward answer in his mind. Humans aren't made of sugar, they're not baked goods. So Finnick must have eaten too many cupcakes recently or something. But after saying that, Lalli will wordlessly point to one of the side passages out of the room. He's already scouted out several different escape paths, so he might as well share his knowledge with someone as similarly annoyed as he is. Especially since he plans on using that same path for a quiet escape shortly.
Lalli's sign, for what it's worth, says 'NEVER SLEEPS'. A fair assessment, if an annoying one.
Re: secret signs
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Celebrations
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[Pauline watches in amazement as the mages demonstrate the various forms of magic they're capable of. As someone from a world where magic only exists in fiction, she's finding the whole thing quite thrilling. During one demonstration, a spell has her floating two or three feet off the floor. She's initially pretty amused about the whole thing, however her amusement starts to fade as she begins to have trouble staying upright. She might need a little assistance.]
Secret Signs
[A game! That will help her talk to people! What a fun and cool thing for someone who is generally bad at meeting people! At least that's what Pauline thought until her inscription pops up.
"GLUTTON"
That's...generally not a good thing, right? It doesn't help that she's probably eating something at that very moment. She frowns a little as she begins to think about how she can spin that to make it sound less bad.]
Network
USERNAME: PB994
I'm Pauline and I'm a high school student from Key City, New York. I think I like way too many foods to ever have a favorite.
House Presentations
Whoa there, you okay?
[He grins up at her.]
Hang onto my shoulder if you like.
[After all, floating a few feet off the floor, her head is only a couple feet above him. He is tall.]
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Julia Fernandez | Bakuten Shoot Beyblade
[ Nothing makes Julia feel more at home than the spotlight.
Despite the best efforts of her hosts, an unusual unease has formed in the pit of her stomach. She's never been separated like this from her twin brother, which makes her wonder whether she made the right decision to come here. This is for both of us, she reminds herself again and again. But she isn't even sure if what she wants for them is right.
So, upon finding what seems to be a talent showroom, Julia asserts herself with the natural confidence of a professional performer. Onlookers will find her balancing her purple beyblade, Thunder Pegasus, on a twirling pink ribbon like one used in rhythmic gymnastics. The bigger her audience, the bolder her tricks, and the more her mind settles. You might have heard of beyblades in your world, you might have even played with one as a kid! But have you ever seen one used like this? ]
Thank you for watching! [ She bows at the end of her routine. ]
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iii. secret signs
[ What kind of "game" is this? Julia was just indulging in a bite-sized cake when Secret Signs was announced and, to her horror, less-than-flattering descriptions populated above the heads of complete strangers. "I sleep in restraints"? "Marks his territory"? "Glutton"? A list of her own unflattering traits zip through her mind - materialistic, overbearing, competitive, vain, maybe a little codependent... She's never felt more grotesquely self-aware than in this moment.
Reluctantly, her head tilts up to learn what label she has been so blessed with.
DESPERATE FOR ATTENTION
Oh no. It's bad. She scowls at her closest neighbor. ] What? It's not even true!
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v. network
[ She waits first for others to participate, first. She doesn't want to be the only one. That would be pretty uncool, right? ]
Hi. I'm Julia Fernandez. My twin brother and I grew up in a circus troupe, but this past year we focused on competing in the Beyblade World Tournament and placed third. Not bad, but definitely could be better. It's nice to meet you all!
iii.
So now, here he is, with a sign above his head reading "pyromaniac" and thinking it could probably be worse?]
Mine isn't true either! God, just because I like to blow things up every now and again, it's not like I do it for fun! It's my work!
[Then he notices hers - and lets out a little laugh.]
Oh come on, that one's not so bad.
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sorry for delay, holidays were a Lot
no worries, they hit me pretty hard too!
Ophelia | The Mirror Visitor
[II] GREENHOUSE INVASION;[III] NETWORK;[IV] WILDCARD;
ii.
But her suggestion is actually a good one. Finnick lowers his trident, and looks around. ]
Good idea. See any rope around? I could make a snare or a net.
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Riku Nanase | iDolish7
[Parties were always a good way to mingle and meet new people. Riku won't say no to that since he feels that getting to know who else is here would be helpful in the long run. An idol couldn't just count on their manager for saying "hello" to new people, and without his manager or other friends here... no! Riku was going to keep his thoughts positive.
With an easy smile, he walks up to whoever is closest.]
Hi! Did you want to play a game? Or maybe dance?
iii. Secret Signs
[It's rather embarrassing to have a word on you that others could plainly see. Riku wants to cover the sign, but that would defeat the game. So he sighs and occasionally touches the word "Asthma" as if to wipe it away.
Who else would even have this? Not even his fans back home know about his full condition, and here it was, all out on display. He's trying not to look too panicked or worried about this. An idol smile on his face.]
iv. Network - un: nanase
Hello everyone~!
My name is Riku Nanase. I'm an idol from Japan!
I'm 18 years old and my favorite food is omurice (*´▽｀*)
[All things that his fans back home know. It's fine.]
Wildcard
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iii.
What he doesn't get is why this guy seems so embarrassed about having asthma? Who cares about that?! It's not like it says he's a serial killer or something.
Walking up to the guy, Emil punches him lightly on the shoulder.]
Hey, it's not so bad. It's just asthma, who cares?
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sorry for the wait, holidays were so much
that's okay! my graphics card died so i wasn't tagging much either
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Jake Muller | Resident Evil 6
[Welp, Jake can't say he didn't expect it. It's a jump downwards quality wise, but bashing rat-like mutants and bashing BOWs ain't so different, especially when you put it into perspective with this whole multiuniverse bullshit - Jake is humble enough to admit it, at least. The sound they produced upon being squashed, he gotta say, is pretty fuckin' grotesque.]
Ugh, Christ. Where do these things even come from?
[He turns towards someone who just entered the greenhouse.]
Hey! A little help, here?
hope this is okay!
The wolf lowers its head and sniffs around the bases of some of the stands for various plants, snags up a rat, and gives it a good shake before tossing it over its shoulder and looking up expectantly at Jake. As if it's asking if it's a good boy.]
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Ayazuki Mei | Meiji Tokyo Renka
[A girl in a kimono that looks like a museum relic, but who's frantically fidgeting with the kitsune charm on her modern cell phone, probably isn't the average arrival here. When she notices you, she'll shove the phone into her obi and bow.]
Hello! ...did you come here from somewhere else, too? When did you get here?
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[If there's one thing Mei seems used to, it's fancy parties; she can be found dancing with the other attendees, chatting with the party-runners politely, and piling her plate high with beef at the food tables. Even so, her mind seems elsewhere, and she looks off sadly for a moment.
Only to beam and wave at you.] Is it strange if this kind of thing feels nostalgic?
secret signs
[Mei looks up at her sign and sighs. Got engaged to somebody she met that night.]
I mean, I suppose, technically...
celebrations
And nobody has tried to take her bow yet. ]
I think it means your life has been very different from mine.
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Allison Argent | Teen Wolf
She should be dead. That Allison knows. She was dying. Dying in the arms of the boy she loves. This… isn’t that. She has a pulse, and a heartbeat. She’s breathing. It feels like a dream. Can the dying dream? She doesn’t know. It feels real, though. Really real. But how? She needs answers. For now, though, she needs clothes. Real clothes.
Climbing out of the out of the water is easy enough for a dead woman, and she wastes no time in drying off and dressing in the… clean and mended clothes that she’d been wearing when she’d… yeah. Her bow is there too, though, and her quiver, and she feels a little better once they’re in hand.
Okay. Answers.
The courtyard leads her to a small group of strangers who greet her warmly. She eyes them warily. They answer her questions, even if she’s a little incredulous about having agreed to something. THAT’s a little fishy. (But she’s dead…) And she’s supposed to choose a house? What is this, Hogwarts? They take her on a tour and then she’s left to her own devices. Which means exploring. Finding supplies. Just because she’s… wherever she is doesn’t change who she is. She’s still an Argent.
Even if she’s dead.ii. WELCOME HOME.
a. celebrations.
The celebration, and the world, remind her of the stories she was told about Marie-Jeanne. She thinks her ancestor would have been right at home, here. She’s… less so. But she doesn’t have much choice, does she. She’s here. And she can’t go back. She’s suspicious, and would rather be exploring. Investigating this world she’s found herself in. But there’s information to be learned from people, too. So she goes, and she celebrates. She mingles, and she dances…
And she listens. Asking innocent-seeming questions of the people who live here.
In between information gathering, she eats a little. Drinks a little. Mead and mulled wine. If its anything like the Greek Underworld, she’ll be stuck here. But then, she’s stuck here anyway, isn’t she. (She wishes that Lydia was here. Even if she’d HATE the lack of modern amenities.
Scott. She wants Scott here with her more than anything.)b. house presentations.
The Houses she’s supposed to choose from are there, too, with their booths set up. They’re not… hawking themselves, which is interesting, but they’re definitely there to tempt people to join them. Choose them. The magic is… more interesting than she’s willing to admit. Probably meant to be impressive, and she hates that it is.
She takes a sample of a potion; enhanced luck is the effect on that one, she’s told, and she slides it into her pocket for later. Never know when a little more luck will come in handy.
If she picks a House (and that’s a pretty big if)… she thinks maybe Stone. It reminds her of her family. As they are now. As they’ve chosen to be. As they try to be. Want to be.
Protectors.
iv. GREENHOUSE INVASION.
The moment the call goes out Allison is answering it, grabbing her gear (that she'd come with, and that she's put together since arriving) and racing for the greenhouse. It’s nice to be DOING something, other than wandering around trying to figure everything out. Trying to ignore the whole… being dead thing. (Trying to ignore how her dad must have been destroyed to learn that she’d died. Trying to ignore how she’d left him alone.)
So she races towards the greenhouse, inside the greenhouse. She doesn’t know if they want the pests dead, or just away from the food, so she fires arrows – one, two, three – pinning three of the rodents in place, wounded but alive, before they can do more than eye the fruit wistfully.
Pivoting sharply, she fires again.
She’s not prepared for any of them to be able to FLY, which is how one of them manages to get in a bite. “Hey!” She hisses in pain, batting the thing away.
When the hallucinations kick in she’s not prepared for that, either.
v. WILDCARD!
ii-b
There are so many people in the room, and he can hear the heartbeats of all of them, none familiar.
Except.
He frowns and follows the almost too-familiar steady beat. It can't be. She's––
The whole world seems to stop and tilt on edge when he sees her. The outline of her, her back to him, utterly unaware. Well, not entirely– Allison Argent is never as oblivious as she might look on the outside. But she doesn't know he's here. And some part of him can't believe she is. But there she is.
She's here. She's here. She here.
His entire body sings with that fact, and he can't stay frozen to the spot any longer. He takes the few strides it takes to join her at the booth she's at, glancing through whatever pamphlets they may have handed her.
"...Nous protégeons," he keeps his voice low, soft and not something meant to startle, but something she would recognize, and know it was him. Because so few people knew her code, except pack.
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