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[prismods]

Slime beneath me

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You awaken amidst the darkness with only a faint light to greet you. Your body is hemmed in by shards of crystals, gently sparkling and possibly pricking your skin. The surrounding landscape is dyed in the pinks and purples of the dusk filled with crystals protruding from the ground, some as large as a skyscraper. After an hour or two of wandering through the crystal wilderness, a group of people find you worse for wear. They are the gallant Moon Knights from the planet of Prismatica. Because of the strange phenomena during the past months when scientists observed the sudden appearance of rainbow crystals in the sky, the government has been feverishly combing through the moon for more Moonblessed to be rescued. You’ll eventually be brought into Iris’s moon government center.

You all may have your usual inquiries — Where are we? Who are you? What's going on? — and the Prismals are almost too eager to answer. They tell you about their world and about the first appearance of the Moonblessed as the medical staff give you an examination to make sure you’re not carrying any viruses or biological hazards. If you react violently, you may be restrained and nerfed with a specialized neurotransmitting gun that releases a numbing agent through the top of your spine. Once the examinations are over, you’re informed that you will be provided accommodations on their planet during your stay. You will then be escorted to the docks, and led onto a large transport vessel that makes frequent trips back and forth between the Iris moon and the planet. Faces onboard vary from both old and new Moonblessed as well as the local Prismals.

The next destination: Prismatica.

▶ Welcome to the Jungle
Iris Moon, Government Center (Arrival) and Planet Prismatica, City of Lunatia | top

Welcome to Prismatica’s hub, Lunatia, the city of your dreams! A bustling metropolis lush with bright lights, vibrant colors, luxuriant plant life, and all the conveniences of technology absent from your own world… It seems like paradise to all the uninitiated. After a quick tour of the city, new arrivals can find themselves getting cozy in their new homes.

 A  Settle in your new home at Level 2 to find new roommates and say hello to your neighbors! City officials will give you directions to the designated districts across Level 2 and instruct you to pick out a unit. Each apartment complex has a different aesthetic, some may look cozy, some stylish, and some bizarre. The free accommodations have a basic living space that can only fit two or three people at most in one unit.

Starter Chromaspace furnishings are provided which can be controlled with the touch of a built-in panel. Examples are color-changing curtains, transforming sofa beds, cabinets turning into tables, etc. Customizing your apartment or moving out will have to wait until you earn more chroma. Until then, why don’t you check out your new neighborhood or explore the city levels? Maybe your new roommates or neighbors can give you a “hand” with allowance for dinner.

▶ How to Train Your Dragon 2: Electric Boogaloo
City of Lunatia and Kingdom of Lyestellus | top

As the weather grows warmer and the skies around Lunatia clear up, the toxic fog that once clogged up the airways is dissipating. This is great news: air travel has now become easier, safer, and more enjoyable. The recent increase of renewed flora and fauna must have led to these new developments.

While a clean atmosphere benefits Prismals and Moonblessed, it invites dangerous predators to lurk closer to the border. Fortunately, friendlier creatures also start to flock to the city, including familiar faces from the Lyestellus Kingdom. Indeed, the baby dragons once raised and nurtured by the Moonblessed have grown into the mighty, noble scaleborn they are.

The dragons’ giant shadows blanket the metropolis as they fly overhead for a friendly visit. One of them carries their sovereign, King Shiryn Lyei Drastellus XIII. In light of the Nothing’s recovery and the Inari Highway’s success, the king says that Lyestellus is inspired to further deepen their relationship with Lunatia. He announces that the kingdom has developed a construction plan for a skyway connecting Lunatia and the mountains of Drasomnis.

The Moonblessed are welcome to join their efforts. Lunatia and Lyestellus will be sponsoring a labor exchange program to ensure that everyone is well-rewarded and kept safe on their way to Lyestellus. The dragons will be flying and protecting Lunatian locals and any volunteering Moonblessed alike. But as there are only so many dragons, everyone is expected to share seats.

Several of the dragons are known to be excitable. As they’re looking forward to inviting the Moonblessed back to the kingdom, some overly eager dragons may snatch even the most reluctant person in their jaws to carry the whole way. And when we say excitable, they might destroy a wall of your humble abode to reach you as they are particularly good at sniffing out anything hidden. But how long can you resist their puppy eyes and wagging tails?

 B  In Lyestellus, one of the available jobs is to wrangle and care for small chicken-sized dragonlets that seem to be especially attracted to Sanguis Moonblessed. Their parents are away because of the skyway construction plan, so someone has to babysit them. These wily dragonlets love to run around in their coops, leaving rainbow-colored droppings everywhere, pulling at your hair or clothes, and cutely singing to try and coerce the Moonblessed into spoiling them rotten or helping them get away with mischievous behavior.

They are also attracted to Chroma and will be attaching themselves to Moonblessed. If they are too excited, they might bite onto their arms, mouth, neck, legs, nipples, and just about anywhere they can reach to drink their Chroma-infused blood. If you experience excess blood loss, you can recover it easily with moonlacing, but it’s best to avoid getting cornered and overpowered by too many dragonlets.

▶ Rise and Wine, It’s Wine o'Clock
Kingdom of Lyestellus | top

Several job openings are now available at Lyestellus’ wine distilleries. The kingdom is famous for its Dragonfang Wine, a luxurious drink pressed from the fragrant wildflowers and aged in barrels of wood found only on the mountaintops of Drasomnis. The wine itself is a vibrant violet with a rich scent the locals describe as heavenly. It is traditionally served during special occasions. With the skyway construction plan in motion, they will be needing to speed up production in time for upcoming celebrations.

 C  One of the job openings is for flower pickers. This line of work is not for the fainthearted. As they climb up the Drasomnis mountains to pick flowers, they need to watch out for wild wyvern attacks. Their majestic wings are powerful enough to blow a person off the mountain tops and they are proficient in wind magic. Try to avoid fighting near flower fields, as their gigantic feet may end up crushing the poor flowers.

Another available task is to participate in wine tasting to ensure the quality is consistent in each barrel (spit buckets will be provided to each person) as well as to create a menu benefitting to serve for the celebrations. The goal of the menu is to bring out the best flavors of the Dragonfang Wine. For inspiration, the locals will be providing large platters of cheese and draconic mood music.

Be careful not to drink too much: the violet-shaded wine’s delectable taste could lead to overconsumption. Those who get drunk may display flirtatious “peacocking” behavior towards other Moonblessed. Watch out for the cheesiest of pick-up lines!

▶ Slime Beneath Me, Slime Up Above, Ooh, You Love My Toxic Love
Kingdom of Lyestellus | top

Like their previous visit, the Moonblessed will be allowed to stay in bubble-shaped dwellings surrounding a breathtaking mountain springs known to have mysterious effects during the evenings.

Bathing in the springs during the day provides great relief, especially to any hardworking person. It has restorative properties that accelerate healing and the relaxing experience paired with gorgeous views can reduce stress and anxiety. The Lyestellus locals consider it as one of their treasures and will encourage all their guests to bathe in them at least once.

 D  Unfortunately, the largest hot spring in the center known as the Eye of Basti has turned disturbingly discolored for reasons unknown to the locals. It was reported that anyone who comes too close to the water will be swallowed inside. For public safety, they’ve closed the center area of the springs but there is a job listing that will grant access to it.

Those who investigate will notice that the discolored red waters have a strange, thick slime-like consistency. Standing too close will cause the waters to rise and form blood-like tendrils that will indiscriminately grab at anyone within the vicinity. They will repeatedly attempt to drag people into their watery depths. If they fail to pull their target into the water, then a curse will be cast on them. Cursed targets will be turned into translucent slimes which will mindlessly crawl onto any potential source of Chroma to suck their Chroma dry. This includes another Moonblessed, local Prismals, the nearest lamp post, or somebody’s car.

Nothing you try seems to affect the bloody tendrils. But fight long enough in the waters, the natural Chroma of the Moonblessed will gradually purity and restore it to its former beauty. Those who were swallowed, including lost locals, will be able to resurface safely and those who turned into slimes will transform back to their original forms.

▶ Questions

If you have any questions regarding this test drive meme, please ask them in the Questions thread below.

WHO CAN POST? ▶ Test drive memes are for new characters only. Existing players may not post starter threads in the test drime meme. However, current players are more than welcome to use these prompts for their own posts in the IC communities, personal inboxes, catch-all posts, etc.!

IS THIS CANON? ▶ As our test drive memes are game canon, feel free to keep any threads that happen here as canon for your character should they be accepted.

DO I HAVE TO PARTICIPATE? ▶ As always, all content is optional. You do not have to be affected by any of the prompts if you wish to opt out.

HOT SPRINGS ▶ As stated, only the Eye of Basti spring is badly affected. All other hot springs are completely safe.

TRANSLUCENT SLIMES ▶ Color, size, and appearance are all up to player discretion. Yes, you may choose to have only certain body parts to be slimed.

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QUESTIONS

[prismods]

[foolishjustice]

What would someone learn if they tried asking the dragons about the history of the Eye of Basti?

eli clark, identity v.

[profecia]

welcome to the jungle —

( arriving in a new place is nothing new— this, though, the seer did not see coming, and being surrounded by crystals and learning a whole lot about the 'moonblessed' was an information dump he didn't, again, see coming. but all he can do is get used to it; adapt, and learn, and accept it.

the conditions are, quite honestly, much better than what oletus manor had come to offer. it's an entire city rather than two manors, and he has much more freedom. even as he comes to choose quarters of his own, looking rather for a place for himself rather than shared, it feels much more freeing. despite the weirdness of it all, eli can't help but accept it all with open arms and a trusting heart.

his owl, too, that feathery companion often settled on his shoulder, seemed to have similar feelings about their new situation. it takes flight as soon as the seer opens the door to a random apartment — seemingly unoccupied —, and perches itself on the shoulder of whoever is inside, regardless which room they're inside as well.

the owl sees everything. )

You're quite happy with this apartment, aren't you? Maybe we can stay here...

( until he finds out the owl is already on someone, that is— )

how to train your owl dragon —

( this, on the other hand, the seer saw coming.

he worried at first, of course, for the appearance of dragons is not one he's wholly used to. but he finds them friendly even in his visions, and when they arrived, eli is more than willing to reciprocate their kindness and affection. it's a change of pace he has never truly expected, not after the game of chase he has been participating for so many months.

that, sooner or later, resulted in a man in his mid twenties taking the role of a baby-sitter... to a dragon. a dragonlet, one that has grown insanely fond of him with ease. its affection to him comes with a bit of jealousy at the owl perched on his shoulder, to which eli has been none-too-successful to put under control. no amounts of she's your older sister, you can't treat her so roughly and you two need to learn to get along, it's a blessing in itself to have someone you can rely on at all times could get through the dragonlet's scaly skin, resulting soon into a more aggressive and possessive approach.

though heavily clothed, the dragon's sharp teeth still manage to pierce through fabric and the skin underneath, drawing blood from his arm. the pain, sudden — albeit not harsh, he notices, the dragonlet's intentions hardly being one to cause harm —, is met with a quiet click of his tongue and furrowed brows, and the owl chirps in retaliation. )

Ahahah— it's okay, don't worry. It doesn't hurt. It's fine, see?

( the man says, pulling back his sleeve. the biting mark is neither deep nor big, so the blood is hardly much. it's still a wound that needs to be treated before it gets worse, or the dragonlet threatens to bite him even more, affectionately or to simply spite his owl. being so loved sure is hard. )

wildcard —
( sure is 9 in the morning as i wrote these, so uh. if you want something else, or take these prompts halfway to lead to a new ending, go wild! i'm not picky in the least. )

Welcome to the jungle

[allegedprisoner]

[Hello, owl. Luca here is currently busy trying to dismantle the panel on the wall. He doesn't react at first, but you can't really ignore a sudden weight on your shoulders for long.]

Huh? [He glances over.] Hi there, little guy. [He gives the owl a quick scratch on the cheek... Hey, that funny pattern on the bird's head seems familiar... And would you look at that, the owner of the bird is standing in the doorway nearby.]

And hello to you. Fancy seeing a face like yours in a place like this.

[Not that he really remembers the man's name or exactly where he saw him, but he knew this man was a friend he just met in the last month or so... At the manor, actually. Hm.]

Lan WangJi | MDZS | Cordis

[gremlinkeeper]

B

He might not be Sanguis, but once he claims a seat within the strange hatchlings' coop and starts to play his guqin, the oddly cute little scaly creatures settle down, pressed up and around him as they listen with wiggling wonder, only occasionally tugging at cloth and hair. Until they get scolded with a look and bap to a tender nose. Then he's right back to playing.

Looking at him, one wouldn't think he's at all unsettled. But for those who know him...and look past the cool exterior he shows the world around him... Lan WangJi's balance is quite soundly shaken and he feels far more lost than he had in the years searching for Wei Ying.


C

WangJi does everything he can to dissuade wine being poured for him, but glass after glass is pressed to his hands and he feels the cool liquor being poured practically down his throat. The attendants look at him expectantly, seeming to bounce around him as they wait for him to speak and tell them what he thinks of this batch or that batch. He takes a breath. Raises a free hand to swat at hands that aren't...actually there...then pinch at the bridge of his nose, eyes closing as he wills himself to make an attempt to answer.

"...Mm."

It sends them into giggles which makes his headache worse. He stands abruptly and heads outside, as if nothing is wrong. Bichen in hand. Hopefully...no one will mind or notice the graffiti he makes? Claiming to all that Lan WangJi was here? Someone really should drag him off and find him a bed to sleep this off.


D

He sinks into one of the smaller hot springs and settles in for a meditation session, hoping - not expecting - to be left alone. He's learning the hard way things rarely go as hoped, even in a strange world that makes very little (if any) sense. But he can try. And he will continue to do his very best to hold true to himself until he finds Wei Ying again.


Wildcard Requisite have something else in mind? Have fun! >3

D

[noenvy]

Wei Wuxian had been told there were amazing hotsprings in this new city, and he was eager to experience them. Thankfully for those with particularly fragile sensibilities he did have a small towel around his waist.

"Oh! This really is quite impressive," he was ready to jump right in like an excited child when suddenly the person sitting in one of the springs finally registers. It couldn't be, could it?

Of vourse it could he woukd recognize him anywhere from any angle. This wasn't a cruel joke, was it?

"Lan Zhan!" And instead of jumping into whatever spring he had been facing he targeted the one Lan Wangji sat in, sending a splash all over.

Diana Prince | Wonder Woman

[youbelieve]

a. welcome to the jungle

[ It isn't the first time Diana has found herself in a new world, though admittedly the last one was still on the same planet. The excitement she felt then is replaced by curiosity now. She's listened to the class, she's looked around the city, and finally, she's at the apartment that is meant to be her home.

Outside of the door, Diana notices the person nearby outside of their door - maybe they're coming, maybe they're leaving. Since they're going to be semi-neighbors, she offers a smile and a hand. At 5'10, she's probably a bit taller than most used to seeing of a woman. ]

You must live nearby. I'm Diana. [ After the accented introduction, she nods toward the door that is meant to be hers. ] I'm just moving in.

b. how to train your dragon

[ She very much enjoys this job. Diana was more than happy to look after the small dragons and with her strength, she's capable of reigning them in well enough.

It's a fact she gets a chance to prove as she tracks one of the smaller dragons that managed to run free. Spotted just moments before it leaps, Diana rushes forward and catches the baby just as it jumps toward an unsuspecting person. Immediately, it calms as she brings it close enough to stroke along its head. ]

He's very excitable.

[ She looks charmed by the fact. ]

c. hot springs

[ The pool sounds beautiful, and it reminds her a bit of home. A home she doesn't live in anymore, but that doesn't mean it's gone from her mind. After deciding she enjoys the sales pitch, Diana heads for the springs once she knows of their existence. While she doesn't yet know about the cursed center, those along the outskirts are more than enough for her.

It's too public to go inside while in the nude and so, she decides on a bathing suit before sliding beneath the waters. It's relaxing in the way hot tubs are, but she prefers the pools as the natural beauty is an experience in itself. Dark hair pulled atop her head, Diana stretches out, smiling in content. ]

Mmmm. This is lovely.

(ooc | Feel free to wildcard it, too. I'm also fine with any of the other prompts; she just won't be the one affected. )

b.

[downswing]

[ This, again: Lan Wangji's plight for the bitter ages, flame burgeoning from thin sparks, since he first joined the kingdom. The winged things seize him: close by, snapping at ankles. Running to cross his path like headless chickens, or spirits unleashed after decades of binding in lone crypts. From a distance, swooping in despite crippled flight, adjusting descent at the last moment to nip ears, scratch shoulder.

A day's pass, and no pause. Perhaps this is what the deer experience, on each day of a hunt. He breathes, and the dragons crowd him. Blinks, and one perches his shoulder. Hastens his step, avoiding the gateway of the coops —

...and one rushes to nibble the embroidered hem of his robes, lace straddling fangs when it looks up with a serpentine grin. Its keeper, behind it, a rush of excuses. ]

Excitable. [ This, ice thawing, while he starts to gently push his leg back, and the fraying edge of his robes with it. The dragon, somewhat appeased in the woman's hold, suddenly remembers to tug back, muzzle stubbornly closed against the lace lining. ] Yield.

[ He has not schooled a legion of disciples, so an overgrown house lizard might have gain over him. ]

Lucy Montgomery | Bungou Stray Dogs | Sanguis

[depthsofdespair]

▶ (a) ARRIVAL

[Lucy had to be restrained.

She fought, tooth and nail, against her check up. "There's no time!" She had tried to argue, "They need me!" She had yelled until she was injected with a numbing agent. Lucy was still dazed by the injection as she was transported to her new accommodations. As soon as she felt the numbness wear off, she teleported to Anne's Room.

... Only to reappear a second later, swinging her leg at a wall in a fit of rage-- sorrow-- confusion-- She wasn't sure! A lot of stuff!]

They're GONE!? [The Agency members had been in Anne's Room before. The room that was one full of hope and determination was now empty. Cold, lonely, and useless. Unwanted, most likely. It had been her job to keep them all safe, and now---] Ugh!

[She lets out an angry sob, then stuffs her urge to cry so far down her heart that it had better reach her damned toes. Lucy stands in the street outside her new apartment building, fists clenched and pressed against her forehead. This colourful new world should excite her. It's like something straight out of a daydream. But with them missing and possibly in danger, it means nothing. She used to complain about being lonely, but now she almost wishes she had stayed lonely.]

Why did I let them in if I couldn't keep them?

▶ (b) WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE

[Her new apartment kinda made her skin crawl. It was so... perfect. She loves the cute aesthetic and it's so much bigger than her Yokohama place. Maybe that's also why she left so fast. It's her absolute dream come true, but Lucy can't bear to be happy. Not here. Not when the happiness is forced on her like this.
So she is out on the streets of Lunatia, looking for things to do. A firm frown betrays her curiosity as she cements displeasure on her face: No amount of pretty lights or fantastic sights will make her happy. She's not getting her hopes up. This is a new city and she has already decided that it will turn on her.

... And yet, she is won over by a toy store. Lucy stands outside of a colourful display window, watching as the most amazing toys glitter and glow before her. The technology is astounding: Dolls that walk on their own, teddy bears that change colours, cutesy mascots with wiggling ears. She remembers what she was told about 'Chroma.' On paper, it would be so easy to afford a handful of cute toys. She just needs to... Ugh.

Lucy turns around and holds her hand out to the nearest stranger. Scowling, almost in a threatening manner.]

Take. My. Hand. Right now. [She's getting one of those toys.]

▶ (c) DRAGONS

[Babysitting some baby dragons should be easy, Lucy had thought. How many hours had she spent daydreaming about such encounters? "Zero," is the answer she would give out loud. In her head, she might say "Not enough." The dragons in her daydreams were always her friends, so this was going to be fun. More fun than the dragon who had grabbed her off of the street and carried her here in its jaws.

But Lucy is unlucky enough to be a Sanguis Moonblessed. Her dragon babysitting quickly goes from 'a charming daydream' to 'worst day ever.' And while Lucy is content to mope in the depths of despair, waxing away poetically, she does not like bleeding.]

Ow! You... You wicked little lizard! [Lucy bats one of them away with her hand after it sinks its teeth into her leg.] This was supposed to be lovely! Ow, get off of me!

[This is what she gets for trying to be happy. It's so much better to accept your lot in life. If she hadn't set out to have a fun fantasy, this would only be half as miserable.]

▶ (d) Wildcard

[Please reach out for a separate prompt. I'm happy to plan something with you!]

c

[dereban]

[ Ah, isn't this a familiar sight.

And it is, unfortunately, not the best of sights. And naturally - Inaba isn't exactly inclined to help people out when she has to help herself out... or so she told herself at times - except for the fact that she can't just simply ignore it when someone was in trouble.

... Maybe she was truly influenced by the selfless idiot brigade.

Which is why she immediately brings her fingers to her lips to make a loud whistle, an attempt to grab the attention of the dragons herself, nice and loud, her phone out in the open for emphasis. ]

Hey! If you don't behave right now, all of your ridiculous exploits are going to be immediately shown to your parents. And you wouldn't like to get punished when your parents come back, would you...?

[ There is something biting and dangerous about her words - of course, she's no Sanguis, so she isn't necessarily more appealing, even if she is a Moonblessed. But she's hoping that this ploy of hers will at least help out the other girl a little bit, but there's always plan B if this doesn't work out, or plan C.

She always has back up plans. And back up plans for those backup plans. ]

Noriaki Kakyoin | Jojo's Bizarre Adventure | Iris

[hierophany]

[ Assume your character can see any mentions of Hierophant Green/tentacles if they have an ability that would allow them to see normally-invisible things. Or if you just want them to be able to. Up to you! ]

B is for BABY DRAGONS (they're awful he hates them)

[ It's useful, sometimes, to have about seventeen extra pairs of hands. For example, if one were to need to keep one small dragon from gnawing on the tail of another small dragon, to need to keep the second small dragon from getting revenge on its sibling, to need to keep a third small dragon from flying up high enough to injure itself upon its inevitable fall, a fourth from chewing too eagerly one one's arm, a fifth from taking too keen an interest in the third's droppings, to entertain a sixth by tapping its back and then vanishing when it turns around-

-in that exact situation, which is presently happening, it would be very useful indeed to have a mass of tendrils extending out of ones back as extra arms. Which means that Kakyoin has this situation entirely under control, thank you very much. Hierophant Green's tendrils wrangle and play with and generally attend to the needs of the small swarm of dragonlets he's found himself responsible for. The seventh is in his lap, mercifully asleep, and an eighth seems content for now to amuse itself by batting at his hair.

The relative peace, of course, cannot last. If it did we would have a terribly boring thread starter right here. The eighth dragonlet, the one batting at his hair, misses by an inch or two. Its little claw knocks his sunglasses off, blinding him for a moment, and also cuts into his cheek just enough to draw blood. And so carefully managed chaos becomes the normal kind of chaos as each of the little dragons catches the smell of chroma-infused blood just as he loses his ability to wrangle them for a few crucial seconds. He's too proud to actually shout for help, but the distressed yelps and excited dragon noises might be enough of an alert that something's gone wrong. ]

C is for CRAP, YOU'RE GOING TO DIE BECAUSE YOU GOT THROWN OFF A MOUNTAIN

[ You were probably being careful, of course you were, but unfortunately the premise of this starter assumes that you just got yeeted from a cliff by a dragon. Oops. Hope you lived a good and fulfilling life.

Something catches you, whether or not you can actually see what it is. If you can see it, it's a long green tentacle, wrapped around your torso like a harness. It lifts you back up to a spot close to where you were and more, thinner tendrils gather up any flowers you dropped and shove them into your arms. ]

You're welcome. [ Kakyoin doesn't even turn around. He's tethered to the ground with two more of those tendrils. After a moment's thought, he extends a hand. ] Hang on? It's safer. I could use the chroma, too.

W is for WILDCARD

[ Kakyoin will be putting a valiant effort into immediately settling into life here. He can be found setting up home in the newbie housing, looking into schooling or posting on the network under the name '7FFF00' seeking out platonic moonlacing partners to help buy essentials/maintain a steady supply of chroma. If you want to plot, I'm at oglops ]

B

[teaserving]

[It's honestly the familiar tendrils that catch Abbacchio's eye first. He knows that Stand, he'd been sure that Kakyoin had disappeared like most of his other friends. Now he's here again, but didn't say anything. Interesting.

Anyway, he comes over in the midst of the dragon baby chaos. Behind him, Moody Blues has a baby dragon swaddled in his arms like a true scaled babe, the mouthless Stand looking down at it adoringly. For Abbacchio's part, he just reaches out and snags the dragon giving Kakyoin a hard time.]

C'mere, you little gremlin.

Been awhile, Kakyoin. How long you been back?

England | Axis Powers Hetalia

[patronise]

St. England Fought A Dragon
[ He has a great affinity with dragons, which is why he takes up the task of babysitting them so well. If you spot him, he'll be happily having conversations with the dragons and the dragons... seem to be understanding him back?! ]

I'll call you... America. Since you can't seem to stop eating.

[ He points to another dragon who has a bow around his neck. ]

You'll be France, because you look like trouble.

[ Then he spies a dragon that's sitting demurely largely to itself. ]

No, you're not a China type. Japan maybe?

[ Having trouble with your dragon? Or need some advice in wrangling? He's more than happy to help. ]

Tesco Value Wine And Cheese

[ To say England's tastebuds are wholly unsophisticated is an understatement. Never one to turn wine and cheese down, he's happily there gobbling up every cheese platter and taking copious sips of wine. ]

Oh yes this uh, bouquet of flowers in the wine! Very tasty, very big on the tongue yes!

[ France was the frou frou wine taster not him! Don't mind him as he refuses to spit any of the wine into the bucket and instead gets more drunk as time passes to the point where. ]

Alright, this isn't a real party.

[ He throws his coat off onto the floor and now has a guitar out of nowhere. ]

This is a real party!

[ oh no please save the embarrassing drunk ]

Tesco. Every little helps.

[lojalumas]

[ Lithuania has no idea how any of this is even happening. He's had the explanations on why people are here and what they need to do, but it's difficult to connect it to the part where he's standing here watching England drinking wine and talking about flowers.

He's not been noticed yet, there's a small mercy. It would be all too easy to say nothing and leave, but then it would be irresponsible really. That and before Lithuania can do anything he's accosted by a member of staff, handed a survey with questions that need to be answered about the wine.

Well. Alright. So much for being neutral. Lithuania takes a breath before approaching England, trying not to look as nervous as he's feeling.]

Do you mind answering these questions about the wi —

[ Wait. Is that a guitar? Where did it even come from? Does England even play? Lithuania looks around, hoping someone somewhere will come and stop this before it starts (America, please). There's no such luck and Lithuania simply opts to hold the survey out like the world's worst info gatherer.]

......Can you answer some questions before you have your party?

yuzuru otonashi | angel beats!

[ends]

a - welcome to the jungle (sort of?)
[ of course he’d heard the city officials when they had directed him towards his supposed “new home.” one of the kind officials even offered him written instructions, perhaps honing in on Otonashi’s rather absent listening. so, it’s no surprise to him when he obediently ends up in the level 2 center of Lunatia, as directed.

as soon as he actually sees it, though, he quickly shoves the instructions in his pocket and turns away to return to the arrival center. this world may be beautiful in so many ways, but he wants none of it. not now.

he had a beautiful world—two of them—one of which he’d only just adjusted to, and the other he’d never appreciated until it was taken from him. maybe this was more of the same, forcing him to appreciate what he had once it was lost. it’s almost funny; a part of him wishes to turn and see a purple-haired girl with a sniper rifle, barking orders at him, demanding that he adjust. ]

Yeah, no... no way. Forget this. [ it’s here that he turns to whoever might be nearby. maybe nobody? it doesn’t really matter. ]

This is a pretty cruel joke, you know that?

c - flower picking (sort of??)

[ it isn’t the act of potential fighting wyverns that brings him pause; Otonashi had come prepared with weapons if needed, between the handgun at his side and the rifle slung over his back. the wild wyvern attacks had been surprising the first few times the beasts had appeared, but like the buzzing of gunfire or the chatter of his fellow deceased friends, anything can become normalized. as he climbs, he grows used to the occasional swipes from wyverns. this is fine.

he needed a task to keep busy, and this one had seemed as good as any.

however, Otonashi makes the mistake of looking down following one of the agitated wyvern’s wind attacks. he had been climbing at a decent pace, but he finds himself utterly frozen. taking aim at a dragon? fine. getting bashed in the shoulder by a wyvern as it passes by? sure, fine, he’s felt worse. like anything else, it will heal. heights, though? absolutely not, not okay. he’s so close to the top, but so afraid to go further. ]

Uh...

d - discolored red springs task

[ another task, the same as the last. surely Otonashi is far from the only one investigating the posting, considering the rumors of a spring that can swallow people up. accepting the job had been the straightforward part: of course he’s drawn to it. people may need assistance, and he’s not doing any good by standing around in a stupor or being confused about his life (such as it is). when he enters the area containing the bizarre, red spring, he looks to the nearest person. surely he isn’t the only one to take this job...

or, maybe he is, and the nearest person just happens to be in the wrong place at the wrong time? ]

Have you seen it happen? This... thing swallow someone up?

and wildcard! ♥

a

[dereban]

Heh.

[ There's a small breath of laughter at the question, a strained smile on her lips - even if he had meant it as a sort of proverbial question, she can't help but answer nevertheless, her mild curiosity peeking through. ]

Why exactly would you say that?

[ What may or may not help is that while this isn't a familiar face, her voice sounds pretty similar to Iwasawa's. ]

yamamoto takeshi | reborn

[potentia]

( how to train your dragon )

( this isn't the first time in yamamoto's life when he's gotten himself into something and has no idea how he actually got there. but, well, he's been in worse situations and he's never seen a dragon before. though he got the explanation (sort of) where he is and all that stuff, he has to wonder if this is just some sort of really weird training exercise.

but, it's one he'll enjoy while he's here. because, again, he's never seen a dragon before.

he's easily captivated whenever they try to sing and will help them get into mischief, so long as it doesn't harm them. he's also stupid enough to let a couple of them bite him (they're just playing, right??) and isn't paying much mind to the blood loss. in fact, he's likely easily smiling and patting one on the head. )

They're cute, right?

( it's wine o'clock )

( while he's not a big drinker, sometimes it's nice to have a little something. wine isn't his go-to for when he does have time to imbibe, but this seems like fun. he doesn't know how much help he'll be because he has nothing remotely close to a proper wine-tasting palate, but he'll do his best!

except, of course, that his best is accidentally drinking too much (really, how did that happen?) and he's feeling pretty good. nice and warm and sedated enough to forget his troubles. forget them enough to be a little bold, but that's fine, isn't it? it's just having a little fun, too. he smiles all too brightly that he nearly sparkles and exudes more boyish charm than anything too seductive, but the effort is made. )

I was wondering if you had an extra heart. Because mine was just stolen.

( wildcard )

( feel free to tag in with anything else! need a daring rescue while picking flowers? can do it. wanna be omg they were roommates? feel free! anything else? hmu. )

wine o'clock (i'm sorry)

[burstmodes]

[ after the party his best friend had thrown him to break in his "new" place, prompto hadn't really wanted to drink much of anything wine-related. but it's easy to get swept up in the things going on, and somehow, for some reason, he's had enough to be pleasantly buzzed. it's very warm too, something that he has a problem with when people accidentally bump into him and ignite that chroma exchange, and since he's already wearing a sleeveless shirt, there's not much else he can do about it except suffer.

he's sitting and doesn't expect anyone to bother him, staring into his cup and not even noticing the person who approaches. suddenly, prompto jerks at the sound of his voice, coming back to the planet in a sharp jolt, and he accidentally dumps his drink on the poor guy's shoes. ]

Oh man. I'm so sorry. [ he scrambles up, unsure how else to help and ends up standing there looking guilty. ] What did you say? Who stole what from you?

angel | borderlands

[circumspector]

i. (arrival)
Angel opens her eyes after dying and only sees purple. Only feels purple, bleeds purple, through weakened limbs and a sluggish mind, the sickly, chemical, strange stench of purple sears her veins and fills her lungs as it makes her new and perfect and dead.

And her mind rebels.

It's not so much that she physically screams and thrashes, though caught between the crystals that are terrifying her, she does. It does nothing because she is helpless, she is terrifying and untouchable and helpless. Her body is weak, so very, very weak, her own skin a pressure she can't lift of her own strength. Muscles that haven't been used in years long since wasted off the body of the girl that did not need them. She can't even lift herself up off the ground where it traps her with the heaviness of the dust in the air, itself. How course and strange and agonizing that is on her exposed arms, throat, face.

It's that she explodes everything around her as the air superheats with her fear, sparking brilliant as electricity, sudden and immense as a lightning storm. The space around her distorts visibly, taking on different shades of light, images that flash at sickening speed, like being thrown through a roller coaster, from the top to the bottom in a heartbeat. Sometimes like there are terrifying creatures around her, hungry, bloody, starving and carnivorous. It's not that Angel screams, she is a girl, just a girl.

It's that the air screams, the earth screams, the crystals scream and it's that she pulls with her power so that every piece of technology that comes without a ten feet radius is screaming with her. She turns to static and misery everything that comes to her vengeful, terrified proximity. The screen flickering with broken images, speakers filled with her the sobbing to get space, the same repeated mantra. Get it away, get it away, get it away.

It's that her mind, screaming and begging and lashing out in her fear, is terrified. Pushing herself into the minds of anyone that comes close. Blue, bright eyes that sear themselves into the mind's eye of anyone in contact with her. Staring, staring into a space of someone else's thoughts, she should not be able to stare into with a voice that does not stop. Until that too is just one more echo of her screaming, dragging into the mind of anyone who stays too long. The pained sounds that go on and on and on. A cacophony that pleads and threatens.

She isn't calming down, only louder and louder as the effects get worse and worse as her fear compounds itself in the echoing as she can't get free, eery sobs of her manifested fear into the minds of anyone around.

It's a hard thing, to live in so much pain, to plan your own death, to die, and to think you've wound up right back where you started.

ii. (recovery / medical center)
Sometime after she's quite possibly knocked out to stop her terrified screaming, and that's how she has to stay for the journey back. Angel is well... She's weak, broken, from years and years of drug addiction (what else could it be called?) and what that caused has left her a shell of a woman. All that was good and bad, wasting away to the toxic effect of Eridium at the quantity she consumed. She should be dead is what it plain most about it. Sunken, hollow, so pale and thin on the hospital bed, she looks like she's a minute away from it. Functioning people don't have organs collapse like that, muscle atrophied like that. But she persists, even if the tests require her to be sedated because the first time she wakes up again to see Doctor's she had no say in pouring over her body and cybernetics trying to work out what is happening, she panics again, but this time they get her under faster before she breaks any pieces of delicate equipment around her.

When she wakes up confused, disorientated and still weak hours or maybe a day later, she doesn't really know, looking out at something that isn't her control core, she's too stunned to even lift her head. This shouldn't be happening. This shouldn't be real.

But it was. Or it felt like it was.

She tries to open her mouth, tries to process what she is feeling.

But with eyes staring up at the ceiling, not really sure what to say or do, and realizes something... out of sorts of the rest of it.

"... I'm... thirsty?"

iii. (dragons)
Angel doesn't talk much, or share much, and bed-bound for observation to when she observes others going, she softly pleads for the same thing every day: that she just wants to sit outside, for a little while, please. It doesn't matter who too, nurse, or any passerby, she just needs to go outside, she needs to. It's all she bothers to say, not purely for reticence or fear, but simply because it takes so much courage and strength to do it.

Someone in the ranks finally agrees. So they pack her up to give her something to do, and send her off to help look after the dragons, even if all she does is sit there and talk to the Dragon's to keep them busy when others can play with them. Playing little dancing games with them in the strength she has for the day, walking her fingers back and forth with a little flicker of illusions to keep it interesting. Not that she talks much even now. Not really. What was there to say? She can't look at anyone, not yet, and not tear up.

But the Dragons... are easier. They don't ask for anything. Just shimmering lights that keep them chasing back and forth across her lap. Soft to the touch where she has been tucked in with a blanket over her legs in the wheelchair she has been provided with. Eventually, someone will come to wheel her back.

It's not on the first time, it's not the time after, that she seems to respond to it. Hope takes time to become belief when you have grown thin on empty promises, and she has watched enough starving victims to know, if you drink too much, you will throw up, and all mirages seem real in the desert. But the time after that, with her hand lifted up, curling it through nothingness like it had its own texture, she begins to cry. Soft little hiccups, not in pain this time.

No, just quietly, like she barely was at all except that they're steady down her face. Something like a smile in the corner of her mouth.

Because for the first time in nearly ten years, Angel inhales sunlight, and it's real, and she finally remembered what it felt like at all. Sunlight, and she drinks it with closed eyes and the tip of her tongue to bottom lip where her body cracks and bleeds like other people's do, now that the Eridium is gone. Where she is simply a person of skin and bone and strained breath and salty tears, and she is nothing else at all.

But reverence is destroyed when the creature decides to push at her, to get her to keep playing. Shoving at her face to rub against her face to make her pay attention, and moping up the tears with eager licks.

"I'm sorry. I was distracted. Did you want to play a new game?"

Her fingers shake as she lifts them, but they always do. The little guy is very eager, and she clearly doesn't have the strength to handle him by herself.

iv. (hot springs)
The doctors insist the hot springs will help her regain her strength, which is... well, they have things here that even Jack would turn a hungry eye on. She can't deny that. Things that she even trips on, and she is dying to taste with her mind, sink her thoughts and powers into, to just find out how it works, but it's... too much for her right now.

So if they say it helps...? What's the harm. She hasn't had a bath in... years. Literally. You can't have a shower or a bath when you're suspended ten feet in the air for years and years, being a highly unstable battery. Maybe it will be nice, so she nods, and does what they say.

Up to her neck in the water, she's little and shaking still under the water, dressed in swimming clothes they gave her, it reveals the extensive blue tattoos all over her body. Laying there, however, takes a weight off her body that has been exhausting: the simple pressure of having to exist only inside her own skin. For her, as she is, even the pressure of her own skin is exhausting, and walking is agony. But the water takes it away. Lifting her up, her eyes closing as she drinks the tea she was given and then...

"This is the first time I've been awake around other people since I was a little girl, it's... nice." She frowns, as she realizes she'd just spoken at all. Nevermind something that was clearly - weird. "... Sorry." Is just the little mutter as she tries to curl into herself and away.

iii.

[downswing]

[ Luck of the weak, and the girl's grip folly. The creature tries her, first for strength, then for wit, fiddling to negotiate its quarter and her quarry. If ever she knew her skill, she hesitates now; from faint distance, feeding grounds for the winged beast (starved), he expects she does not know herself enough to have begged the dragon's disagreement.

Hosts of the winged things (they are). Courtesans, attending each whim. Patchwork of pebble underfoot, glare of the hard false-lights absconded; enough of the world coalesced in shades familiar that Lan Wangji contends, arrogantly, to know the strokes. Castle-keeps. Taverns. The paltry, road-dusted lethargy of the country-side.

And their fast, scale-saddled... invaders, too many of whom drawn to deepen their acquaintance whenever Lan Wangji crosses their path. The pale splendour of Gusu silk, he'd suspected, catching light. Or, the scent of him, riper pray than some. Or simply, when accident unwinds the riddle: the bloodletting he gave earlier, in passing, to
the rose thorns of a peasant garden. Whatever his (their) nature, there is... attraction, the creature in the girl's hands not indifferent.

He stares one down, then the other, stays his step enough that the dragon, eyes bright-beady, doesn't inflict itself to jump his back, like too many of its brothers attempted this morning already. Do not. Presume. ]

Cease squirming.

[ ...the dragon, perhaps. Or its mistress. One, the other. Bide some care. ]

cal kestis | star wars

[kestis]

c. RISE AND WINE

Who knew that picking flowers could feel nearly as dangerous as scrapping old, defunct Republic warships? Probably whoever warned him before he came out here for the day, but that's neither here nor there. Cal clings to the mountainside with the practiced ease of someone who is very used to hanging on for dear life, picking his way through flowers like he is being directed towards the most valuable wild blossoms by the wily hand of fate.

Which he is, because the Force is a dirty cheat.

He hasn't ditched his shabby (but admittedly sturdy) scrapper wardrobe yet, and as a result has to keep wiping the sweat off his brow, and the longer the day progresses the more dirt-smudged his face and neck becomes until even the subtle scarring that that decorates him from the collar on up gets lost. As a rule he makes himself scarce when the dragons start to beat their wings, but he'll definitely jump to the aid of anyone in danger of being knocked the mountain for pissing the creatures off a little too much. He seems pretty content to toil in silence with his basket full of wine flowers otherwise, bobbing his head along with the beat of whatever the Prismal approximation of metal is, which is a faint cacophony coming out of his headphones just loud enough that it can be heard by anyone wandering close enough while he works.

Personally he's quiet, but he's definitely not alone. Often on his shoulders but occasionally wandering around on the grass on its own to scan various fauna is a small white and red droid, almost puppy-like in mannerisms, both boisterous and curious. Once it spots a particularly striking flower that someone else is clearly about to pull, it lets out a staticky blatt and rushes over, the lens of one of its eyes whirring loudly as it scoots its way between the plant and the person, eager.

Cal's not far behind, having pulled his headphones off and dropped them down around his neck. "Hey, sorry, he hasn't scanned that variety yet." The little droid's head swivels back towards Cal, and it beeps plaintively enough that with a sheepish smile working its way into the tilt of his mouth Cal nods at the flower that his new coworker had so rudely been interrupted from picking. He runs a hand through his red hair to get it out of his face. "You mind?"

Alternatively, after the day's work is done Cal finds himself at the complimentary wine tasting, sampling the end product of the flora he'd just been plucking. It becomes clear fairly quickly that he doesn't have a lot of experience holding onto his liquor, evidenced by the fact there's there's color high in his cheeks that is painting his face nearly as bright as his hair.

"This is really good, huh?" Liquid confidence makes him an extrovert, it seems.

e. WILDCARD

I'd be happy to write up a starter for any situation! PM me if you've got ideas, or just hit me with whatever you've got.

[windshieldinquisitor]

Without signs of the Empire, Trilla has abandoned its symbols. The cut of her attire is still dark, that telltale trim and carefully pressed cloth -- not necessarily the best fashion for someone climbing and toiling with idiotic plants. It is beneath her, and the look she gives each flower says as much.

Still better than dwelling on difficult questions like who she should be now, what kind of future she should be trying to build for herself. Surely that would be a long lesson in disappointment. It's apparently enough to keep her preoccupied until she hears that damned voice. When she looks up, meets that scrapper's gaze, all her old grudges flash through her mind and Trilla's eyes widen, flashing with deep-seated rage.

Then the Second Sister smiles. "I don't mind," she answers, drawing her hand back away from the flower after which Cal and his droid have so thoughtfully inquired. Then she turns the hand down, fingers slowly curling as she reaches out in the Force, seizing the plant -- lovely petals, stem, curling leaves and...ah, yes, beneath the soil the roots themselves -- and tearing it free. The act may be petty, but it feels ever so good to indulge herself in baiting Cal.

"I don't mind at all." Her voice is smooth despite all the emotions the Second Sister lets run unchecked. Cultured, like a good agent of the Empire's order. "You'll be glad to know it hardly merited a second thought."

Sapphire Birch | Pokemon Special | Sanguis

[kiwameru]

1-A; feces doesn't scare her—

[ sapphire absolutely took the chance to go with the dragons when she was given it — she is not a tech kind of person, so the city she'd been brought to earlier was not in her interest. these dragons are way better, and she can't get enough of them. so when given the opportunity to take care of their children, she takes them up on that. she'll make sure they're happy and healthy!!

which, for her, means being incredibly curious of their rainbow-colored droppings. she's never seen that before. so please excuse her as she gets on all fours and sniffs them, without hesitation. yes, the droppings. ]

Hmmm... Ya smell healthy...

1-B; helpful giant chicken—

[ these little dragons have a lot of energy, but luckily, so does sapphire. she's keeping up with them just fine, dodging their strange attempts to bite her, stopping them when they try to wander too far, and catching them when they fall. but sometimes, it's nice to have a little extra help, and she certainly doesn't want to mess this up.

so, when one of the dragons decides to come after you, a newly arrived on the scene, don't worry. because before it can reach you, a large chicken creature comes smashing down in front of you to catch the dragon moments before you're bit.

sapphire glances over her shoulder to give it some praise. ]

Thanks, Chic! Yer really helpin' me out a lot!

2; wyvern fight—

[ sapphire's ready to pick flowers — more nature, less tech, for her. she's having a lot of fun with all these nature-based jobs people need done.

so while she's picking flowers innocently, it's not beyond her capabilities when a wyvern shows up and practically whirlwinds the area in an attempt to knock any off the ledge. lucky for her, however, she's got some help in the form of her tropius. before the wyvern can even hit her with its gusts of wind, she's quick to merely jump off the mountainside, landing safely on her flying leaf friend. ]

Hey! Ya coulda really hurt someone with that! [ like... knocking them off the ledge and killing them, man!

like... you, maybe? need some help? ]

C; mountain springs, mountain truths—

[ mountain springs? count her in! she's ready for a nice nighttime soak. she's let her pokemon out of their pokeballs to hang out on the sides or in the water if they so choose — a blaziken, donphan, tropius, aggron, and gallade — and she's stripped down to her spanx under-shorts and black tank top for more comfortable swimming, leaving the rest of her clothing tossed haphazardly on a rock to the side.

so, maybe it's the pokemon you notice first, or the clothing, or maybe you've gotten too close to the water and a young, energetic girl comes splashing out from it without noticing you there. whoops. ]

wildcard?

[ feel free to wildcard me! also, no smut, please! ]

helpful giant chicken!

[sycamour]

[Sycamore may not be newly arrived, but he's new enough to not have encountered these dragons before; as fascinating as they are (and they are really really fascinating...), their compulsion to try and carry people off is both unhelpful and unwelcome, particularly because Sycamore's own set of Pokémon don't seem immune to their attentions either. He's just managed to whip his (terrified!) Fennekin away from the jaws of a rather persistent one, and is contemplating his options when-

...

...oh, well, there it goes! Thank goodness, he wasn't sure what he was going to do...a Pokéball probably wasn't going to work on these little creatures...]

Ah, merci! That was a close one!

[...wait, oh wait hang on is that a-]

A Blaziken! Incredible! I haven't seen one in years - and so strong!

Luca Balsa | Identity V

[allegedprisoner]

Prologue
[It almost feels like everything happened so fast. Luca remembered he was at that manor... Then he was on some sort of crystallized surface... Then some knights collected him, gave him a quick medical exam, and gave him a whole lot of information that he's trying to retain in his busted memory bank.

He may have already forgotten excactly how long he's been in this world, but he knew this much for sure: He's on a transportation vessel to another planet that holds more promise for him than that old mansion ever did. An economy that's mainly run on physical contact was a much more reliable way to secure the funding he needs than hoping for a prize that he might not live to win. The invention he wished to create was closer to reality than ever, and in an entirely new world where he has zero reputation he can almost guarantee his redemption.

And so he smiles, lost in his thoughts of that wonderful machine that would surely save him from ruin, forgetting for a moment that people will probably be skeptical of a suspicious young man wearing a striped prison shirt and a chain around his neck.]

Welcome to the Jungle
[Another perk of this world: he can choose to live wherever he wanted. When was the last time he was allowed to own his own dwelling? He was so excited by this prospect that he went into the first apartment he sees-]

Huh? That's new...

[Well. Everything is new. The technology level of this planet was like nothing he'd ever seen, but what are these futuristic space appliances? Is that a refrigerator in the kitchen for personal use? What is that strange black picture frame on the wall? Did that control panel he just touched turn the couch into a love seat?

Curiosity overtakes Luca and dictates that he should take the control panel apart, because if he's going to invent anything in this place he needs to get caught up on the tech standards here.

So he pulls the screwdriver from his belt and attempts to figure out how the casing to the control panel is held together. You might walk in on him doing this, or you might walk in when he successfully opens the thing and starts investigating the curious inner workings, but he's so engrossed in his work that he's not gonna notice your presence at first.

This might be troublesome for you, especially if he's tinkering with your home.]

How to train your dragons
[Luca's interest in technology continues outside. Look at all these people typing away on those flat devices. Look at those round greenhouses up above. And there's talk of construction of a skyway?

Fascinating! Luca's half tempted to explore the whole area while he tries to think of the logistics of securing Chroma. How many hands does he have to hold to earn enough money for a decent meal? Would anyone really be willing to hug a beat up rat like him? Does the amount of Chroma earned increase with intamacy, and how intimate should he get before it looks like he-

He finally spots the looming shadow falling over him... And the large dragon behind him.]

Aahhh! [He scampers out of the way just as the dragon snaps his jaws. Now the dragon's giving chase, and poor Luca is worried he might not be able to outrun a beast this massive.]

Help! Someone, help me! [Please, this big playful looking beast is right behind him.]

Wildcard
[Have something else in mind for Luca? Hit me up, I'll be happy to plot with you.]

How to train your dragons heeeeeey buddy

[bombvault]

[It's always very unfortunate when the decoder gets found first.]

Come on! Keep it up!

[It's a familiar cheer from an equally familiar face but there's no denying that the circumstances are very different. Luca doesn't look like he's in mortal danger, right? So Mike can afford to remain sitting on a nearby half wall so he can cheer and clap for the brunette's desperate struggle.]

You're doing great! It'll get bored with you eventually.

Sousuke Yamazaki | Free! | Sanguis

[shrugsitoff]

how to train your dragon;

[ he didn't sign up for this. granted, there weren't many things that sousuke signed up for, but taking care of baby dragons probably takes the cake. at first, he didn't think that it would too terrible, but that was before they decided to swarm all over him for some weird reason. ]

Hey, come on now, don't do that.

[ right now, he's trying to pry apart two dragonlets who are in the midst of play fighting, seemingly ignoring the one that is napping on his head. he's patient, using the tired voice of someone used to dealing with rowdy people. it seems to be working at first, but then the dragonlets turn their attention to sousuke and now he has the two of them nipping at his hands. ]

Seriously, quit it-- ow, hey!

[ one of them has managed to latch onto his finger and is pretty intent on not letting go. his patience is really wearing thin now. ]

A little help would be appreciated...

wine o'clock;

[ if there's one thing that sousuke knows, it's food. he might not know much about wine, but he knows what kinds of foods go well together, thanks to his family owning a restaurant. he's got a spit bucket at his side and is making use of it as he samples the various wines. he takes a sip of one, swirls it around in his mouth before spitting it into the bucket. sousuke hums for a moment before he samples one of the cheeses.

he chews it for a moment before he makes a face. ]

Ugh, no, that was a bad idea. Maybe I should've tried the other cheese.

[ he turns to face you ]

What do you think?

hot springs;

You know, I can never get tired of this.

[ sousuke sighs as he sinks deeper into the waters of the hot spring. after everything he's dealt with since getting here. he leans his head back as the waters just start to work their magic. he rests for a moment, eyes closed, and it might just look like for a moment that he fell asleep.

but his voice calls out once more. ]

You have a hard day too?

wildcard;

[ feel free to hit me up with whatever! i'm down for anything! if you wanna plot something specific, just send me a plurk over at lycanroc ]

Wildcard

[babygotbackstroke]

[ooc: Makoto just recently changed to Cordis and since it's Cordis time, he'll have the blessings :) Also, he is not S3-compliant, I haven't watched it yet!]

[It seemed to be about that time for new arrivals, something people had told him about happened roughly around this. After a couple months of this, he noticed the pattern as well. He tried to help out anyone who appeared lost and confused about this place, especially those were a lot like him. Those with no experience with the supernatural, magical, or even the things that were a lot like science fiction.

It was a lot to take in.

So, after his shift at the animal cafe, Makoto decided to provide some comfort food to the new arrivals of the day. He already got permission from the owner, a lot of the baristas did the same thankfully, and as his shift was the latest shift of the day, a lot of food were pastries not bought. He also had a tray of drinks, cold and sweet. He and another worker dropped these off when Makoto caught a familiar face. He quickly made his way over.]

Sousuke!

[Of course, he completely forgot about the fact that it was currently Cordis time because he still wasn't used to the sudden change. He had been Iris previously. But now he had lion ears, his hair was a bit fluffier (thank god it wasn't an outright mane though) and a lion tail. He also gave off pheromones, a bit of a salty-sweet scent.]

Kazuma Kuwabara | Yu Yu Hakusho

[machizumo]

A. A Very Generic Lunatian Neighborhood Opener

[ Well, this just takes the freakin' cake!

It's been nearly a day of this, of arriving somewhere else for no damn reason and for no set time period, and that's really the only conclusion Kuwabara can draw.

He's been set up with a little apartment in a city he's never heard of (on a planet he's never heard of), and… Well, what's he supposed to do now?? The answer probably isn't that he's meant to sit out on his building's stoop and stew in it, but that's exactly what he's doing!

He's at least managed to procure an iced coffee from somewhere, so… Here's some giant, Japanese high-schooler from the 1990s, leaning on a stoop bannister and looking grumpy and Real Green (metaphorically speaking).

Moonblessed are easy enough to pick out, too, so now and again he'll grumble out a hello ('cause he's not a total jackass) or bluntly ask something like: ] Hey. How long've you been here?



B. Chicken Dragon Swarm

[ Look. Kuwabara doesn't want to be on another planet, and he really doesn't want to help on some construction project, but a LITERAL DRAGON just picked him up and took off with him, and… Well. Here he fuckin' is.

But you know what's making this marginally better? Baby dragons.

They're so small and cute! And Kuwabara's definitely a big, tough guy, so he's really trying not to lose his goddamn mind over how absolutely adorable and tiny they are, but… It's a struggle.

Until he accidentally steps on one of their tails. And they turn on him so damn fast.

Catch him outside of a dragon pen, flailing a little helplessly in an attempt to get them off without hurting any of them. They're very bite-y and scratch-y, though! It's just about proportionate to their cuteness. ]

Ow. Ow! Get off! It was an accident, please stop biting me!

[ He might need assistance. He might need a first aid kit. He might need to never see another dragon again. ]



C1. Let's Fight a Wyvern!

[ So. Kuwabara's learning that, on Prismatica, any nice thing that you could possibly do for anybody is inevitably a death trap.

Pick some wine flowers, they said. It'll be fine, they said…

(Actually, thinking back, they didn't say it'd be fine, exactly, but Kuwabara still feels like they didn't correctly summarize the risk to reward ratio of this whole operation.)

Now that he's been thrown by a horrible, flying monster from a cliff, he figures that is better be some really good wine and they better let him take a case home.

But anyway… He'd managed to catch himself before he fell too far, and he's actually pretty satisfied to find the Wyvern still present, still harassing other flower-pickers, when he manages to crest the hilltop again. Once he's on his feet, a little scuffed up but fine enough to fight, he conjures up a Spirit Sword and just charges the thing. You know, like an absolute dumbass!

Either join the fight or join in on the aftermath! ]



C2. Also… Welcome to the Concept of Chroma as a THING! Aka There's That Aftermath!

[ The fight's over. Nothing too disgustingly bloody, either. The Wyvern beat a retreat after a couple of good knocks, and there really haven't been that many flowers stomped to death.

Kuwabara, though… Once the rush of winning is over, once his sword blips out into nothingness, he's starting to feel real damn whoozy. After a couple of deep breaths, he bends forward like he might throw up, but ultimately just roughly collapses into sitting on the ground, looking like he'd just attempted a marathon. ]

What the—This isn't… [ Grumble grumble. Better to be boisterously grumpy than to look like a total weenie! ] What, is the air thin up here or something?!

[ No, loser. You burned through your wackadoo, otherworldly energy supply! ]



D. Hot Spring Nap-a-Thon

[ By the time Kuwabara gets back down the mountain, he's more than ready to head any warnings about why this-that-or-the-other hot spring is closed. He'll go occupy one of the smaller, not-cursed springs, thanks.

So, uh… Catch this dude dead asleep, head and shoulders sticking up out of the water, propped onto the pool's edge.

Wake him up? Push him in? You do you, champ. ]

D

[bolderfell]

[Why should Therion do anything so cruel as to wake a tired young man from what he can only assume is well-deserved rest? Why, perish the very thought. In fact, he'll tread as quietly as he can to avoid disturbing him. Catch those Z's, big guy.

Instead, while he snoozes, Therion looks around, searching for Kuwabara's belongings. Everyone's got something they won't miss, right?]

Frederick | Fire Emblem: Awakening

[embearass]

how to train your dragon;

[ well, this certainly was not something that could be left to stand for much longer. frederick could simply not stand aside and let these dragonlets simply wreak havoc for everyone who was charged with caring for them. it's simply just unheard of. he could see that many around him were upset at having to do this task, but he on the other hand, welcomes the challenge.

he's starting with a singular dragonlet, who he's currently chastising for trying to climb on him. the dragonlet is chittering, giving frederick a pleading look and its best attempt at puppydog eyes. ]

I'm afraid you're going to have to try harder than that to get out of this.

[ frederick gives the dragonlet a smile and holds out a treat. ]

If you want this, you're going to have to earn it properly.

Now, sit.

[ it takes a moment, but the dragonlet does... eventually sit. ]

Good job. [ frederick says as he tosses the treat to it ] There's more to learn, after this.

toxic love;

[ this is more along frederick's speed. he has an axe out as he's fighting against one of the translucent slimes. it's more difficult than he imagined. slimes are slippery, after all. but the blood red tendrils certainly are not helping matters as they work to pull frederick into the waters.

he's standing the water now, water dripping off his armor and hair as he keeps swinging his axe at his attackers. ]

Gods, it should not be this difficult!

wildcard;

[ feel free to hit me up with whatever! i'm down for anything! if you wanna plot something specific, just send me a plurk over at lycanroc

Toxic Love

[leekspins]

[Soaking in one of the springs was one of the best ways to unwind after a hard day's work that Orihime's ever had the pleasure to experience. That pleasant feeling didn't last long, though. Cleaning off the dirt and sweat is great, letting her tired muscles be surrounded by heat feels wonderful, but she can feel something horrible coming from the direction of the Eye of Basti. What was supposed to be a half hour soak is only about eight minutes before she excuses herself to go inside and get dressed.]

[Darn...she always wanted to visit an onsen, too...]

[The smart thing to do would be to keep her distance and just enjoy the unique experience of a bubble house for a hotel room. It was nice of the dragons (!!!!) to set those up for people, especially since they can't really use them for themselves. And for a time, she does. But after everything she's been through since coming here, leaving that spring alone seems like a bad idea. If something awful is going to happen, she wants to be prepared. Maybe she can even keep it from being awful in the first place.]

[Slipping her shoes back on, she shrugs into an unzipped hoodie and jogs back to the hot spring area. Sure enough, that bad reiatsu is still lingering. It's enough to make her question her wisdom in getting anywhere close to it. But before she can second guess herself for long, she can hear the sounds of a fierce struggle. Is someone else in there?!]

[There's no more room for hesitation. Without considering that it might very well be an undressed bather she's running in on, she pushes through the unlocked door to find a man already locked in battle.]

Tsubaki!

[The cranky, fairy-like spirit pops right out of her hairpin, and a swipe of her hand sends him slicing through several of the tendrils that stray too close to the axe-wielding man. Orihime desperately reaches toward him, trying to get hold and pull him away from the water's edge. She might be able to get a shield up between him and the water if she's fast, but she's not sure if she can match the speed of the crimson tentacles.]

Are you okay?!

Portugal | Hetalia

[navegador]

i. WINE O' CLOCK

[ Portugal presses a napkin to the glass. The vibrancy of the wine's pale violet color intensifies against the bright background, and that consistent vibrancy piques Portugal's interest. Everything about this drink — from its heavenly aroma when he swirls it, to its light, youthful taste, to its surprisingly intoxicating effect on a man who can normally handle his fair share of alcohol — is going to be new to him, and that's something that an "old man" like Portugal rarely gets to say.

It's exciting, to say the least!

And so is the person unfortunate enough to be nearest to him, whose hand is now in his. ]

May I taste this wine from your lips, o meu coração?

ii. HOT SPRINGS

[ Portugal ought to be embarrassed by his behavior at the distillery earlier that day.

But like everything else that happens to him, he's letting that incident roll off his back — and into the waters of the hot springs that are surrounding him. After all, he's not the one playing host. While he certainly misses the stream of appreciation for his achievements and his natural beauty, he's also enjoying being able to have a moment to himself. No boss, no bills, no responsibilities — no clothes as he emerges from his dunk beneath the spring's waters because he's just that relaxed — it's a nice change of pace.

Wait, what are you doing there?! ]

iii. SOMETHING ELSE

[ Have something else in mind? Feel free to go for it, or you can hit me up to hash out the details. I can be contacted via PM or Plurk at necrophades. ]

i

[profecia]

( as interesting as wine-tasting could be, it's not something eli volunteers to. drinking in moderation is something he abides to, but he still stops by to watch and appreciate, at the very least, the smell of a well-bred drink.

that he would end up a target of, ah, possibly drunkenly flirtatious was not something the seer saw coming. )

A-Ah? I'm not— I apologize, but I'm not drinking.

( the man laughs a bit awkwardly, the owl on his shoulder showing no signs of being bothered by this weird situation. someone seems amused, if anything. )

vax'ildan. — critical role

[vaxes]

WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE

( vax is about as excited for roommates as you'd expect from a brooding half-elf inclined towards melancholy — which is to say, not at all. it's fair enough to see from anyone who might observe him, just how put out he is by the entire situation. new worlds, new accommodations. despite his apparent distaste, he isn't awful to his new companions. whoever youa re, though vax'ildan does not meet you with a smile, he does offer a nod of affirmation, turning his chin up in greeting. )

Seems we're to be roomies. ( he hasn't really had to make a new friend since he'd met vox machina's many members. he shrugs. ) I'm Vax'ildan.

Say, you haven't seen a bear, have you? Normally accompanied by a very annoying, very bossy woman who looks basically just like me?

HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON

( he sees a dragonling and for about five minutes just stares at its adorable, baby eyes. after that time he raises his hands, shaking his head. )

No. No dragons. ( his voice is stern, like he's giving the baby a talking to. ) Sorry, no, no, no. You're so cute now, you little monster, but eventually you'll grow up large enough to swallow me and all my friends whole — I'm sorry, but no. I have been dragoned out, officially. I'm exhausted.

( despite that, he does continue to talk to the little chicken, frequently commenting on how cute but how absolutely not allowed the little one is. )

BYOP

( any of the other prompts, or wildcard! for reference, vax is taken just after their fight with umbrasyl — feel free to message me with any questions! )

[halforc]

Dragoned out. That's a mood.

[ Stepping around the corner wearing one dragonlet on his shoulder already (little red bastard with wings spread, pretending to soar) he plants his hands on his hips at the sight of the other chick bugging the half-elf, shifting his attention from the stranger to the baby. Being a Sanguis who accepted his fate as soon as he arrived and was swarmed, he crouches down to beckon the little creature over. ]

Get over here and stop bullying that poor, exhausted grump.

Armitage Hux | Star Wars

[huxceptional]

welcome to the jungle
[This planet is completely barbaric. Energy being created through physical contact?! He's never heard of something so absurd, except for maybe everything to do with Kylo Ren. Ugh, the very thought of the oh so great Supreme Leader brings forth a rage that can never be settled, especially with everything that's happened back home.

But the less he thinks about his galaxy, the better. Although, that leaves him in the unfortunate position of thinking about this world, which is just as bad.

Angry, Hux slams open the door to his new apartment, a living space that he's forced to share with someone else. Hopefully, you're not that unfortunate new roommate.]

how to train your dragon
[He hates these beings known as dragons. Simple-minded creatures and all of these heathens here seem to clamor over them! He really doesn't understand why, and Hux is not at all charmed when a rather excited and overly energetic dragon snatches him by the back of his coat. It is clearly pleased with its prize, judging by how quickly its tail wags. More worryingly though, at least for Hux, is when the dragon's wings begin to flap, like it's about to fly off.

And look, he's used to flying, but not without being in a giant star destroyer and completely enclosed by its near indestructible helm. This is something open and horrible.

So, anyone near by, Hux will desperately call for their help.]

Well, don't just stand there! Assist me this instant!

rise and wine
[Look, he deserves this wine after all the bantha shit he's been through no he doesn't but. For once, Hux doesn't seem angry or disgusted by everything around him, almost relaxing as a platter of cheese is placed in front of him and whoever is sitting at the table with him. He's not one to really start conversations, but he'll at least tolerate the company he's with.

Hux takes a small sip of the wine in front of him and okay, it's good.]

I suppose there are some merits to this backwater planet.

wildcard;
[Wanna do something else? Reach me at currykirby. For reference, Hux is post TROS!]

c. :)

[mischiefandice]

[To be fair, Loki's not being terrible company for once. He's been content to sit in silence and people-watch for the past few minutes, after giving a sharp once-over to the man he has to share a table with. A human, as far as Loki can tell. His posture says military; the distaste on his face says superiority complex. Loki can deal with both.

He takes a sip from his wine as well, leaning back when Hux speaks up, sprawling a little. He gives a hum, his eyes curious though his whole behaviour is carefully nonchalant.]

Some. You're new here, aren't you?

Ryo Asuka; Devilman: Crybaby; Iris

[recidivate]

I; Not so Welcome to the Jungle

[ The memories were there. The shift, the change of scenery, the bright light that he got woken up to? None of that was weird or unfamiliar to him. It's not even particularly surprising considering his last few minutes on Earth. He expected someone would step in and correct what he had done. That's just how it goes. The part that is surprising is that he's found by people who have no idea who he is. It's ideal - really.

His questions while in transit - they're less questions and more straight demands for explainations and answers. The wheels are turning already, processing. He'd never heard of this planet or it's people. So he just assumes they are outside of God's reach.

He absolutely decided that he was going to pick an apartment with a single room, he didn't want or need a roommate here. And he didn't want to have to negotiate with a stranger right now. He can't do anything right now, he learns - he doesn't have any Chroma yet. So he'll have to find someone who will take pity on him as some poor new citizen and help him earn just enough before he can ditch and be on his way.

He steps outside of his apartment, and the first someone he sees, he'll make the offer. ]

Ten minutes of your time so we can both have dinner.

II; HTTYD

[ It's a job, right? Ryo sees a few benefits to this situation: earning some spending money and learning a little about this world. He's definitely not taking the job because he's totally fascinated by the dragons. It's definitely not because he finds them completely endearing and they definitely don't remind him of devils.

So if there's a small, scaled dragon getting into something it's not meant to - Ryo is absolutely not scolding it. He's fine with letting this dragons do what they wish to do and just observe their behavior. After all, why shouldn't he try and see what they like and what they want. Which he's fine with, up until the thing that they want is him. There's one, particularly excitable dragon with black and gold scales that seems to have taken a liking to him in particular. And, at first it seemed like this guy would just want to be in his vicinity - and then he goes for his hand. ]

There is no way people taste very good.

[ He finally scolds one. He attempts to shoo him away, which seems to only encourage the small guy to go for his face. He's losing this battle. ]

wildcard

[ Hit me up at agalio if you want to chit-chat - Ryo can be found mostly attempting to go aboiut life as normally as possible, and will be checking into the university for work, as well as moving about the city. He's also going to be going to libraries and starting to read things about history if you want to find a bookworm doing his thing. ]

I

[lacrimose]

[Akira had been venturing out to grab some snacks as well as food for Tako, when he spots a very familiar boy in white talking to someone. He can only see him from behind, and at first he wonders if maybe it's just a coincidence -- maybe there's someone here with a very specific penchant for bowl cuts and all-white clothes -- but then he speaks to a stranger, and Akira's suspicions are confirmed.

That's Ryo's voice.

He's elated, but he also realises he has an opportunity. Sneaking up behind him as quietly as he can, Akira suddenly launches himself at him and yanks him into a headlock.]

Good idea. I'm starving!

KENZI | LOST GIRL | CORDIS MAYBE?

[heartstings]

WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE
[ Waking up in a strange new world, covered in shards of crystal is not how Kenzi saw her morning going. She's still in her pajamas, barefoot, as she takes in her surroundings. ]

Oh, what the fae is this shit?

[ Luckily she doesn't have to wander far before she's found and had a far too invasive examination for her liking done on her while everything is explained. In all honesty, she's only half listening to what’s being said to her. She's more interested in what's going on outside the transport.

Once she's free to roam she begins checking out apartment rooms in search of one that's hopefully empty. ]

Knock, knock! I hope if there's anyone in here you're decent! [ That's the only warning anyone gets as the door opens. ]


HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON
[ Look, you can't mention dragons and not except Kenzi to get super excited and want to go along. She can barely keep herself contained on the ride to their home and once there it takes every ounce of will power for her to not simply bounce from one place to another. So she skips instead.

Her excitement, however, wanes when she gets saddled with looking after some little dragons. ]

Look, I'm really not the type you leave with the kiddos. I'm a terrible babysitter. [ She protests, though no one seems to be listening.

After a while, however, she falls entirely for the dragonlets' antics and is spoiling them rotten until one latch onto her arm. ]

OW! No! Bad baby dragon, leggo!

RISE AND WINE
[ Did someone say wine tasting? Oh hell yeah. Kenzi is all over that.

She tries to take it seriously at first, resisting the urge to swallow every sip she takes. Before long she gets caught up in the whole tasting of cheeses along with the wine and is simply enjoying the moment and forgetting to spit the wine out.

She has a pretty strong constitution despite her small stature but the dragon wine must be stronger than what she’s used to. ]


WILDCARD
[ Hit me up with whatever. Questions can be tossed @ rubberspaceducky ]

Rise and Wine

[eyesofthegrave]

[ The firbolg doesn't even like alcohol, so he's looking for somewhere to empty his glass rather than taste it himself. He can't even be tempted to swish it around his mouth and spit it out, it's just so strong and bad tasting. He came solely to learn about fermenting the grapes.

Look, just because he doesn't drink, doesn't mean he can't learn about it! He actually wants to be able to make wine for his housemates. Oh, and the cheese, he's here to taste some cheese, the more mould and smelly, the best.

That's when he spots Kenzi, actually drinking her samples and looking a little wobbly. ]

I was gonna offer you my wine, but you look like you might appreciate somewhere to sit down instead?

[ Standing up and offering her his seat. Because he's a gent like that. ]

Mary Crawley | Downton Abbey

[thequitecontrary]

A. WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE

Mary feels like she's been walking through some kind of dream ever since waking up surrounded by crystals. She's never seen a place so colorful, so bright, so sleek and advanced. To a woman from the 1920s, it's straight out of a science fiction novel, one that's even more incredible than what most writers could imagine.

After being greeted and initiated, Mary makes her way to what is apparently going to be her home for the foreseeable future. She finds the decor in the flat to be entirely too futuristic. It's cold, and nothing like the sort of luxury she's used to back home. Despite the fact that she's very very new to this sort of technology, she manages to figure out how to scroll through several different interior designs on the tablet, until she comes to one that's much closer to what she's familiar with.

A smile crosses her face as the room changes around her. This really is incredible. A noise behind her draws her attention and she finds a person standing in the doorway.

"Oh!" she says, surprised. "Forgive me. I didn't realize that this flat was already occupied."

B. HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON.

Grown dragons are terrifying, but how scary could baby dragons possibly be? Turns out, not scary, just annoying. Mary thought that because she's taken care of children and sheep that this would be a piece of cake. Instead, she's trying to control three of them at the same time, each of them running in a different direction.

"Come back here," she says, reaching for an orange dragon and picking him up. "You can't run everywhere - OW!" The dragonlet takes a bite out of her arm and Mary lets him go with a huff.

She examines the cut. It's bleeding a little bit, but isn't too deep. "I suppose nobody has any bandages?" she asks her fellow babysitters.

C. WINE O'CLOCK

After dealing the the dragonlets, Mary's more than ready to take on the job of being a wine taste tester. Having a very refined palette, putting together a menu of wine and cheese pairings is nothing for her.

However, the wine is so lovely and she's had such a rough day so far that she overindulges just a tad. Mary isn't drunk, but she's got a nice buzz going and for some reason that makes her feel flirtatious. Sitting down next to someone with her third glass of wine, she gives them a coy smile.

"Do you always dress so smartly?"

D. WILDCARD

[ If you want something else, please feel free to PM me or contact me at sparks_fly. ]

A.

[specialist_snowflake]

Winter is just as surprised as Mary is, honestly. She checks the apartment number (yes, it's the same, this truly is her apartment) looks at the touch pad lock and frowns at it. Was it deactivated prematurely, as a result of building the cottage? "Forgiven," she says, eyeing Mary only semi-suspiciously, then moving quickly to examine the piano. It hasn't changed, thankfully, possibly because she bought it herself rather than relying on the remote to put it in.

...Which would have been significantly cheaper, honestly, but she hadn't found the option when she made her first selections to arrange the apartment to be just so.

Then she checks the plants, and they, too, aren't affected. Annoying as the changes are after how much time she spent getting everything just so, it isn't Mary's fault that Winter's apartment does resemble a classic set-up that would fit on the cover of a magazine. The cost of being excessively tidy.

She fights down her annoyance at having things changed without her notice. After all, this could be an opportunity for change that she does need. "If you're searching for a place to live, these quarters may be available within the week."

Lysandre | Pokémon XY

[holocast]

[A.]

[Well.

This place is a lot, and Lysandre honestly isn't sure that it's in an altogether good way; he actually isn't bothered by how loud the place is, at all the colors and the lights everywhere - honestly, the place isn't beautiful but it's very vibrant, and it provides a fair amount of distraction from the thoughts that are less so, and he imagines this entire experience would be infinitely worse if it were happening someplace that left him alone with his thoughts for any period of time. This is likely why he refuses to spend more than five minutes in the apartment once he's selected one; being alone isn't particularly something he wants at the moment, and he's always enjoyed the constant movement of large cities besides.

And this one certainly is large, and the population is high enough to be comfortable (and the less he thinks about that, too, the better); he's never really been one to blend in with the crowds – he's always had a bit too much height for that, among other things – but in his experience, confidence gets you everywhere. You don't need to belong somewhere as long as you act like you do, and it's that sort of thinking that gets him through the city without too many issues; he spends a fair amount of time in the technology shops, actually, chatting idly with whomever owns the place until he manages to sort out what he wants in order to accomplish whatever it is he's trying to do.

And that is what brings him to one of the cafés around town; he'd been somewhat hesitant before entering, one of the few times he'd faltered properly all day, but he's in here now and he's commandeered one of the tables in the interest of espresso and a mechanical device that he's dismantling parts of in front of God and everyone. The thing he's taking apart is not advanced in quite the same way many things here are advanced, though it's obviously a communications transmitter of some sort; he doesn't particularly care if he can use it here, he mostly just wants it to function at all – because it's familiar, because it's something he likes to play with from time to time – but he seems to be making a good amount of progress at the necessary hardware upgrades to get it to do that.

...He's having a weirdly good time, intense though he seems about it.]


[B.]

[Given the obviously expensive clothes and the somewhat distant way he tends to conduct himself, one would be forgiven for assuming that Lysandre would be disinterested in looking after a bunch of baby animals, dragons or otherwise; however, given the fact that he is very much here, very much Sanguis, and very much taking care of them with more patience that one really should know what to do with for any reason, it would seem that assumption is thoroughly and thankfully mistaken.

Granted, he's not doing this completely by himself; he has Pyroar out with him, and while the lion does not seem quite sure of what he's expected to do here, gently playing with the babies and bopping them upside the head when they get too unruly seems to be working well enough, so damn it, that is what he's going to do. Lysandre himself is slightly distracted by a pair of the things himself; they're cute, they're singing quiet little calls at him once in a while, they're...well, whatever they're trying to do is a bit beyond him but they're trying.]

Honestly, I'm not sure what you want, but I'm fairly certain you aren't going to get it.

[This does not seem to deter them. If anything, they're just going to be doubling down on their efforts to get what they want – and "what they want" is apparently "Lysandre, within biting distance." That's why he can be found calmly sitting with one thoroughly latched on to his wrist; he knows better than to jerk away suddenly or try to rip away from it, because that seems like a good way to injure everyone involved but especially him – so it's just...kind of a matter of calming the thing down so it'll be less overstimulated and hopefully less likely to just. keep on latching on over there.]


[WILDCARD.]

[If there's anything else you want to do, hit me and I'll roll!]

B for BONJOUR, XY spoilers ahoy!

[sycamour]

[There are very few occasions where Sycamore is thankful for being Iris, but today is one of those rare days; the baby dragons are still excited to be around him, don't get him wrong, but they're not displaying the sort of vigour reserved for the Sanguis citizens. It makes them decidedly easier to take care of, which, of course, Sycamore is doing with gusto; he's currently carrying one under each arm and wearing a third one like a particularly chic scarf around his neck, occasionally jerking his head to the side as it tries to nibble on his ear. He'll sigh dramatically, after each attempt, but he's not managing to hide the amused fondness in his voice all that well.]

You are lucky you are so cute! Come on, let's find somewhere with...

[It's Pyroar who comes into his field of vision first, and it's like being slapped in the face; there are other trainers here, yes, but no one with Kalosian Pokemon, and no one with a species as familiar and devastating as this one. It doesn't help that this particular specimen is clearly both powerful and well looked after, managing to maintain an air of arrogant grace even when he's bopping the odd dragon baby on the nose. Truly, it's hard not to stare, and Sycamore finds himself doing so for a few moments.

Said air of arrogant grace makes a lot more sense once Sycamore spots his trainer, off to the side, and if the sight of Pyroar was devastating...]

Lysandre...?

[It's probably embarrassing, the way he's not contributing anything other than his name and standing simply frozen to this spot, but how else are you supposed to react upon seeing a ghost? Unfortunately, in the shock of coming across his (formerly?) deceased friend, Sycamore has forgotten about his three little companions - particularly the one with a liking for his ears...]

I-ow!

[hang on, hang on, of course this would happen now, just. let go-]

Hades | Lore Olympus

[deathceo]

A. Welcome to the Jungle

[To say that Hades isn't pleased with the size of the apartment might be an understatement. He knows he has to compromise since he doesn't have the vast amount of wealth that he had before but this is ridiculous. These places are tiny. At least they are to a god who is used to having what is essentially a mansion.

Frowning more, he inspects one of the wall panels to see that it changes the theme of the room. It's not really a terrible feature but it does feel a bit pointless to someone who is a god.

Though, he supposes he has to be careful with even using his usual abilities too.

Hades hears the door behind him and turns to look, painting an intimidating appearance as a very tall and stern looking man with blue skin and pale hair. He barely seems to notice that he might be a little frightening. Of course, he's also used to being frightening too.]

You are free to look here. I'm not taking it.


B. Rise and Wine

[Well he supposes that if he should get some form of work he may as well do something he has experience in. After all, he's had...a lot of wine in his time. Too much wine if he's to be perfectly honest. At least with wine tasting he can be sure he won't get drunk and make a fool of himself. Again.

Of course, he can't help but to find it quite delicious. Especially paired with the various cheeses. Before long he's maybe had a bottle.

Or two.

Sloppily, he flops himself into a chair, holding his bucket and a glass.]

You know, butterflies...

[He laughs a bit.]

Right? So lovely. Especially the...pink ones. Pink.


C. Wildcard

[Got another idea? Go for it! I'm happy to follow!]

[ragingnature]

[ After Persephone drops off the flowers she gathered she begins to make her way toward back to her bubble when a familiar voice catches her attention. She pauses, shaking her head, thinking she must be hearing things. Yet she can't shake the feeling that she didn't just imagine hearing Hades' voice.

Taking a look around she quickly spots the big blue idiot and freezes in place. There's no way that's actually him. She has to be imagining it. This place has finally gotten to her and she's seeing things, right?

Despite that, she tentatively makes her way toward him. ]

Hades? [ Please be real, please be real. ]

Princess Allura || Voltron: Legendary Defender || Cordis

[lioness_rampant]

✨ Arrival / Welcome to the Jungle

[ Traversing realities was always dangerous, but the Paladins knew the risks when they entered the wormhole. Crossing back over to their own reality proved even more perilous, thanks in no small part to the barrage of fire from the Altean Empire's ships. As Allura wakes, the first thought that crosses her mind is that it's a miracle they made it through in spite of the fact that she at least had lost consciousness for a moment.

It only takes a second for her to realize she is no longer in the Blue Lion's cockpit. Attempts to communicate with the other Paladins prove fruitless, and the strange crystalline landscape around her is as alien as it is beautiful. Adding to her surprise is the fact appearance of the Altean mice. They scurry up her legs to perch on her shoulders, exploring this new world with her until a helpful Moon Knight finds her wandering and ushers her to their lunar city.

One brief but thorough medical exam later, she can be found wandering around Lunatia with a look that's equal parts awe and concern. She's hard to miss with her glowing facial markings and striking white hair, but that doesn't mean she isn't distracted and overwhelmed with everything going on around her.

Bump into her in the city? She might seem flustered, but one of the little blue mice on her shoulder chitters at you in what seems like a very chastising tone for such a small creature. ]

Oh, gracious! Forgive me, I--I'm terribly preoccupied, and it seems I wasn't watching where I was going. I've only just arrived, and there's quite a lot to take in here.

[ Or maybe you're lucky enough to find yourself with a princess and four rodents living down the hall from you. She approaches you in her full suit of armor with a cheerful expression on her face, the mice riding along on her shoulders. ]

Hello there! I'm sorry to interrupt, but I was wondering if you're familiar with this area? I haven't eaten in vargas and I hoped I might be able to impose upon you to direct me to a nearby dining establishment.


✨ How to Train Your Dragon

[ After recovering from the shock of being scooped up off the street by an enthusiastic dragon, Allura finds herself tasked with helping to look after their offspring. The little scaly dragonlets remind her so strongly of a variety of frilled house-lizards that her aunt had been fond of when she was a child, and the wave of nostalgia she feels has her fighting back tears as the babies crowd around her and chirp for attention. When she sits and lifts one into her arms, three more vie for a spot on her lap, tussling with each other. ]

What darling little things you are.

[ She coos and cuddles them, accepting their playful licks and nuzzles until one of them unexpectedly bites down on her hand. It's a stroke of luck that she's in her armor today, or the dragonlet's needle teeth would surely have punctured her skin. ]

Ack! Please, little one, that's not very nice. Let's not be so rough.

[ Undeterred, the dragonlet chomps down again. It's not exactly painful, but she doesn't want to encourage their bad habits. Without warning, a second one begins nipping at her breastplate, joined soon by a third trying its best to get its teeth into the meat of her hip. This is... less fun. It's when a fourth tries to wedge its head into her collar to bite her neck that she jumps to her feet with a squeak. Would you take pity on this poor girl and help save her from the baby dragons? ]


✨ The Hot Springs Episode

[ A full day of running after and caring for a gaggle of rambunctious (and bitey) baby dragons, Allura is ready for a break. Peeling out of her unfortunately rainbow-speckled armor is an immense relief, and for the moment, she won't even contemplate having to scrub it down later.

While she's never bathed in such an open, communal setting as this, she knows that part of learning to assimilate into a new culture is to practice their traditions. It's like that old Altean saying: When on Keltor, do as the Keltians. In spite of that, she tries to find the pool with the fewest number of occupants, for their own comfort as much as her own.

She avoids eye contact as she steps down into the steaming spring; the towel wrapped around her torso does little to hide the luminous markings on her chest, or the ones that run down her arms and legs. With a sigh, she settles into the water, and the glow from her body lights up the spring in a way that only becomes more obvious as the daylight begins to wane. Approach her for a chat if you like, but she seems to be peacefully zoned out in the soothing water. ]

✨ Wildcard

[ you know what to do. hit me up if you'd like another prompt! ]

how to train your dragon

[affabel]

[It was hard not to be intrigued by the offer of exploring another portion of the planet- via dragon rides no less, however impossible and honestly a little terrifying it had all sounded. There was no real shortage of unfamiliar and fantastical things to see in Lunatia but each opportunity still drew his interest and maybe stirred some sort of childish wonder too, magic and mythical creatures definitely not anything that had been casual everyday sights back home.

Dragons were something from fairy tales, the books he'd read as kid, not a reality that perched on his shoulder and stuck clawed hands (paws??) in his hair but well, here they were.

They don't seem overly interested in him though, maybe because of Abel's unease, uncertainty with handling the newest in bizarre critters that populated this world, one or two sticking around to sniff him out, so to speak, but overall ignoring in favor of anyone willing to spoil them instead.

I had an iguana back home, he told them, and he didn't like hugs.]

Try using a firmer tone.

[Said iguana is his only real experience with anything remotely similar but it's enough to sort of corral the more mischievous of the lot and, well, it's worth a shot to try and help the nearby stranger getting ganged up on.

This place really tested his sanity sometimes, reaching out to cover the eyes of an actual real life honest to god dragon while scolding it in hopes it wasn't much smarter than the pet he had back home and would ease off a little was definitely not on the list of things he'd thought he'd be doing today.]

That's enough, no biting.

[No nonsense!! Stern! And... maybe working, the one he'd reached for at her neck quieting down, enough to be pulled away. Probably just perplexed in general at being scolded instead of coddled but a small victory was still a victory, and one Abel would take.

Though what he was going to do with an ornery and apparently bitey dragon now that he had one hadn't exactly been thought through.]