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Prismatic Mods ([personal profile] prismods) wrote in [community profile] prismaticrap2019-09-07 11:54 pm
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▶ TDM .007


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. Even the few shy moon creatures you find in the wild have strange crystal growths on their hides. This is far from home— perhaps a dream? You pinch your skin and slap your cheeks, yet nothing seems to do the trick. Searching for answers yields nothing but an endless expanse of purple dust as far as the eye can see. You have four options: one, panic; two, soil yourself; three, admire it all then soil yourself; or four, go into survival mode. Eventually, you’ll realize that you’re not alone.


Keep all Hands and Feet inside the Burning Vehicle at all Times
Iris Moon, Government Center (Arrival) and Outer Space | top

After a day or two of living off the crystal wilderness, a group of people find you worse for wear. They are the gallant Moon Knights from the planet of Prismatica. After the strange phenomenon 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? Why did I mix tequila with xanax last night? — 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.

While waiting for transport to be prepared, you may freely roam around the government center. Eventually you’re called back from exploring, escorted to the docks, and led onto a large transport vessel that makes frequent trips back and forth between the moons and the planet. Faces onboard vary from both old and new Moonblessed as well as Prismal locals. The next destination: Prismatica.

A. After settling into the ship and selecting the current in-flight movie, Back Door Slugs 9, you and those around you may eventually feel a bit of turbulence during the movie’s highly anticipated climax. Did anyone notice it, or is everyone too focused on the hot characters?

At first, it’s a small jitter that’s easy to miss or brush off. But as the transport vessel travels on, the shaking progressively escalates to erratic tremors strong enough to cause severe nausea. A minute later, a voice over the speaker announces the ship will have to make an emergency landing, citing technical difficulties.

Sparks can be seen overhead as more ship parts malfunction. This is a good time to hold your neighbor’s hand, say your last goodbyes, and apologize for that horrible thing you did in the sixth grade. Grip your seat with the might of every god you can think of.

B. Another minute later, a follow-up announcement states that external entities have breached the transport vessel. Everyone is warned to be careful and watch out for each other. Small fires will have to be put out before they worsen with either magic or emergency equipment onboard such as extinguishers. In-flight robotic attendants will be scuttling around to perform immediate repairs.

Eventually, an entire power panel bursts, and prismatic jellyfish unnaturally spill out. The jellyfish will try to latch and suction onto any technological devices close by such as the television screens on the seats or communicators and will show preference to Iris Moonblessed over the rest. Be ready to help and pull numerous jellyfish off both the faces of Moonblessed and Prismals!





Jaws IV: Jaws Harder
Planet Prismatica, Outer Lunatia | top

The emergency landing successfully completes and the transport vessel will safely land on top of a gorgeous lake filled with tiny glaciers floating by. When reached out and touched, you’ll find out that the “glaciers” are surprisingly cool crystals and not ice.

The ship will be left hovering idly on the water surface while passengers are ferried to solid ground using portable emergency boats. However, civilization is still a distance away.

A. You’ve probably heard of flying sharks from a veteran Moonblessed. But how about sea lions? These aquatic lions are born with scaly skin and gills outside of their crystallized manes. Unfortunately, they haven’t tasted fresh meat in quite some time. If there are any injured onboard or near your boat, the chances of the sea lions detecting people will be higher as they are drawn to the scent of blood. Growling hungrily, they will be quick to latch onto the boats, biting the edges, and trying to knock everyone overboard for dinner.

After surviving through so far, the Prismals guide everyone to a nearby encampment run by humanoid rabbits. They are tall, built, and have a habit of mentioning their virility an awkward amount of times. They are also generous and will share their game meat and fresh crops while allowing everyone to rest for the night at the only inn in their village.

B. There is no running water all the way out here, so if anyone wants a bath, they’ll have to do it traditionally. The village protects a natural spring, which is a good place to bathe away the sea water. Around the spring, the rabbit folk’s friends — little scintilla chinchillas — will shock away any predators that dare to approach their sanctuary! Be at ease and feel free to offer your friends shampoo massages.

The next day, the rabbits can be seen hacking away at some of the wilder-looking plants for an easier pathway. If you wake up early enough, you can ask some of them for a tour of the beautiful greenery. They mention that it’s thanks to the Moonblessed that their crops have been doing so well lately — the result of all the chroma influx. The rest of the journey to the city will be smooth sailing.





It’s Free Real-Estate
Level 2, 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. 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.

B. A new high-end boutique, Prissy Polyp, has opened in Level 2. As compensation for what happened, both Moonblessed and Prismals that were affected in yesterday’s flight will receive 50% off their total purchase. Those unaffected will receive 30% discount coupons as a promotional gift. All are encouraged to visit with their friends or special someone, try on some things together, enjoy each other in the fitting rooms, and deal with the loud, ear-blistering background pop music.

Their clothing collections are characterized by bright iridescent designs, some features such as design patterns may glow ethereally in the dark. One of their signature dresses features a one piece (also available on their trench coats) that can amplify the appearance of one’s decolletage, gluteal muscles, and/or bulge with the press of a neon button. Another item among their collection is the maiden sweater: a sleek, backless sweater that shocks those who attempt unwanted touches. Others include skin-tight leggings (also available on their shorts or pants) which produce pleasant and relaxing vibrations on all lower extremities and fashionable polyp-shaped hats for all kinds of people. It’s a huge shop, you never know what else to find in there.


Questions
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IMPORTANT! By request, we've uploaded image samples for the Prissy Polyp clothing collections! Note these are merely samples for a visual guide and we will leave more selections to players.

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Zeno | Akatsuki no Yona

[personal profile] bangpae_yong 2019-09-08 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
Hands in the car!


B


[After the sudden transportation stress the yellow haired man is left laughing in his seat. He seems to be keeping a rather light hearted mood than most. If he could keep calm maybe it would help others around him. Standing he looks at the strange jellyfish as they seem to latch onto different things. Honestly technology was all new for him so he’s fascinated as he pokes one of the weird creatures latched onto the screen.]

Aha! It’s really squishy, right? [He asks the closest person to him with bright and almost sparkling eyes.] Wonder what they can do?

[It’s all too clear he’s willing to find out.]



Jaws


A.


[Zeno punches at one of the lions as it attempts to bite at the boat. No stranger to fighting his normally carefree nature seems to fade as the animal grazes his arm. Wincing he doesn’t stop as he punches it in the nose. Blood running down his arm he stands in front of the people on the boat with him. The man was fully ready to be a shield as he turns to them, with a loud command.]

Keep moving! Zeno will try to keep them off until we can get away!

[After a few moments it might seem like the blood from his cut is lessening…somehow.]


B.


[The normally peaceful spring is disturbed as Zeno splashes in the water with a loud laugh. He looks like he needed a bath really. Still enjoying himself as he bows to the unfortunate person he slings water at.]

Zeno is sorry, are you okay?



Free Real-estate


A.


[Flopping onto one of the couches in the apartment he is already clinging to pillows and relaxing. It was so soft and warm he can’t stop himself from enjoying it. It’s been a while since he’s had something soft and comfy to sleep on. He’s so preoccupied with the new found comfort he doesn’t even notice his new roommate until he pops up from the seat. Waving to them with a big grin he leans over the edge of the couch. For all accounts…he looks a little homeless in a way. His clothes could use some upgrading since they are rather tattered. The only new or valuable thing on him is a pendent with a dragon that hangs from his head band.]

Hello! Are you sharing a room with Zeno? Come sit down! We can share some food, food makes everything better!

[With that he jumps from the couch to search for this “food”.]


B.


[Not one to shy from clothes. Zeno walks out of one of the dressing room dressed in a pair of the skin-tight shorts and a top that leave little to imagination. Trying it on was really more for his own amusement than buying it. It was not something he would find in his own world let alone wear it. In the mirror he starts to chuckle at the bright neon orange and yellows with the outfit until he finds a button and he’s left literally shaking. Grabbing at the wall he attempts to turn it off as it continues to vibrate him and he looks around for anyone that might know how to stop it.]

Wildcard

((If none of these suit your fancy feel free to throw anything at me or message me at [plurk.com profile] blazeburn. Also Feel free to look more at Zeno's abilities and such on his journal!))
Edited 2019-09-08 01:01 (UTC)
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Manuela Casagranda | Fire Emblem: Three Houses

[personal profile] searchingforlove 2019-09-08 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
A. Sea Lion Troubles

[The moment the sea lions start to act up, Manuela is ready. Not only is her sword out but she's actively slashing at any creature that gets too close to the boat she's on. She's clearly very good at using the weapon too. And when that fails? Well, she has magic.]

How irritating.

[Yanking her coat away she slashes again.]

You're going to have to go. There's no way you will appreciate a lady of my caliber.


B. A Home for a Songstress

[All of the neon lights and colors are not really her style so she's having some trouble finding a place she likes. Not to mention the fact that she's just not sure what she's going to do with all of her time here. It's really mildly disturbing to be sure. At the monastery at least she has classes to teach. Here...

Her breasts rise then fall as she heaves a sigh while leaving another place she's thinking of turning down.]


If there were a handsome man living next door I'd consider it...

[Look. She knows what she wants, okay.]


C. A Shocking Experience

Why would I want to shock someone attempting to touch me? If it's a bachelor that seems a deterrent.

[Manuela runs her hands over the sweater again before walking away from it with a shake of her head. "Unwanted" touches would be nicer than what she's got going right now. Besides, if it were truly unwanted then she could handle herself. So really what is the point?]

At least the other dresses have potential. These girls still have life in them to show off...


Wildcard

[Got another idea? Go for it! I'll happily follow!]
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josuke higashikata | JJBA | Iris

[personal profile] nipzips 2019-09-08 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
A: JELLYFISH ACTION
[ Apparently one perk about being an Iris Moonblessed is how attractive you are to strange, disgusting, alien jellyfish? That's something that Josuke's struggling with right now. He's got one jellyfish latched on to the side of his face, its slimey, prickly tendrils wrapping around his shoulders and neck, and another one latched on to his chest. ]

You gotta be shittin' me -- And I thought the jellyfish that would wash up on Morioh beach were gross enough. [ Yes he is a 185cm giant teenager who is easily creeped out by slimey and crawly things. Some of the other jellyfish seem to be coming at him for some reason, almost like they're drawn to him. Another one wraps its tendrils around his leg, and Josuke visibly winces at the sensation. ]

I guess I'm a popular guy, huh ... [ But never in the way he actually wants to be. Anyone nearby might notice a large, campy-looking pink ghost that manifests itself behind Josuke and starts punching at the jellyfish hardly and rapidly. It hits them away with both the power to dislodge them, and the precision to not hurt Josuke himself. Josuke himself seems to be content with standing there in a confident pose (as Jojos do) as he waits for his Stand to rid him of the jellyfish.

Sorry if you accidentally get slapped in the face with a jellyfish, though? They're kind of flying everywhere right now. ]


B: NO DIGNITY

[ It's been a long day, and at this point it's kind of set in that getting back to Morioh will be a long and difficult ordeal. All things considered, he could have been dropped into a much worse place. He's been pretty much given a free place to live, there are shops here with nice things to possibly acquire, and most important of all -- good food. Thinking of this experience as an impromptu space vacation he didn't sign up for kind of helps with keeping himself relatively calm. There's no way he'll be stuck here forever, right? It's useless to dwell on the negative things.

Right now, he's hungry, and he's used up all his chroma fighting off disgusting jellyfish and killer sealions that he's got just about none left for dinner. There's just this delectable scent coming from one of the restaurants, and Josuke's practically salivating when he peers through the window at what is being served. Though it's probably alien food, it looks a lot like italian cuisine, and that's something he could really go for right now. A lot of people seem to be enjoying that food, too, so it's probably not dangerous or, like, an enemy stand ... ]


Shit, I've only got about 12 yen in here -- [ In his wallet, that is. ] Not that they would even take it.

[ Chroma. Chroma is what he needs. The only option left is to be a little shameful. He turns to someone closeby and dramatically bows in front of them. ]

P-Please -- please let me hug you! [ no dignity.]


C: A REALLY BAD PROMPT

[ He's too broke for any of these high-end boutique items but they actually look slick as fuck so he at least wants to try them. Picking out a tight-fitting sweater that accentuates his curves (i hated writing this sentence), he makes his way into the dressing room.

Only, the salesperson makes a mistake and points him toward a dressing room that's currently in use. Damn!! Situations that only happen in RP!!!!

Anyway, this is a prompt where Josuke walks in on your character doing god-knows-what in the dressing room. sorry about this. He draws the curtain open without much thought... ]


[ OOC: JOSUKE IS 16, so yes only tag him if you're comfortable with that. I will not pursue any sexual themes without OOC permission. Also feel free to let me know if you don't want me tagging you with him ever.

Feel free to wildcard me or drop me a PM if you'd like to talk about stuff we can do. I can also be reached at cwaps #4681 ]
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Azrael | Darksiders

[personal profile] manynames 2019-09-08 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
[Jellyfish]

[Look, a lot has happened in his life. He's still only got the vaguest idea of what the hell is going on, at this point he's internally tossed up his hands and accepted that whatever is going on right now, it's definitely still better than what he's left behind at home.

Even floating prismatic jellyfish related technical issues. Even that's better, he'll take it.

Some poor, unfortunate soul who's found themselves on the receiving end of a surprise jellyfish snuggle party will soon be graciously helped out of it, the angel surprisingly placid considering the absolute chaos taking place.
]

Are you alright?

[Bath time]

[Escaping from hungry sea lions might not be terrifically difficult for those not restrained by something as silly as gravity, but it still ends up being dirty, bloody, tiring work when you're not just keeping yourself from ending up in the stomach of a starving animal.

He'd burned quite a great deal of chroma in order to see to it that as many as possible would be making it to safety, so on top of being blood slicked, cold and wet, he's exhausted.

Too exhausted to bother with any great displays of modesty and prudishness. It explains why he didn't bat an eye at the local's favorite topic of conversation.

It also explains why he doesn't even hesitate to use the public bath. Those massive wings are spread, draped languidly in the water, the blue runes shimmering across the gigantic primary feathers illuminating the water with a hazy, dim light.

As for Azrael himself, there's a good chance he might very well be comfortably dozing off.
]

[Roomies/Around Town]

[At long last. They'd all finally reached their destination. It would still be... quite some time, before Azrael would actually look for a place to stay. No not when there were so many things to just.... just experience, really. It was all quite a bit, almost too much, but he'd not be giving that up for all the world. He can be found almost anywhere, wandering the city perhaps. Enjoying a drink outside just watching those who pass by. Lingering by shops. He'd grown used to the idea of having to conserve power, but it didn't trouble him too much to just walk.

At length though, he'd arrive back at the apartments. It'd be hard to miss the light radiating from him, glimmering through windows and under doors as he searched for a place that was empty.

Tired, he was so tired, any apartment would do.

Hell, at this point, someone might just come back to a surprise roommate. No he's not entirely clear on how living arrangements usually work between non-angels, sorry in advance for the holy entity that probably just appeared in your living room.
]


[OBLIGATORY WILD CARD]

[Need saving from sealions? Meet him on the street and have some burning questions about the afterlife?

Want to show him your fancy new bulge pants?

SURE WHY NOT
]
Edited 2019-09-08 01:26 (UTC)
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mo guanshan, 19 days

[personal profile] pushpin 2019-09-08 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
PRE-ARRIVAL, open to newcomers!
↶ do they still call it "vehicular manslaughter" if it's in space
A. (emetophobia warning, don't judge me)
[the first time Guanshan ever saw the vast, empty, never-ending blackness of space, he was so overwhelmed and felt so "sucked in" by it that he vomited all over the damn floor and his sneakers, much to the chagrin of some very rich yuppies. bastards. needless to say the way he's coped with the stars has improved a little since then — which isn't to say his low constitution towards motion sickness has.]

[he'll certainly be in the seat looking a little green, sweaty palms clenching to his now very tattered jeans, trembling and clammy. a groan and a swallow might suggest an attempt at self control... a moment before that emergency landing sounds off.]

[hold his neighbor's hand? no, more like vomit on the floor between his legs. thankfully he hasn't eaten or drank much in the last few hours so what might have been a full meal just looks like a few glowing slugs sloshing to the ground. what? he was starving.]


I fuckin' hate space. You... got any water? [he's talking to anyone, please, help a guy out]

↶ asking for a bath bomb seems like a bad idea around here
A.
[he'll be screaming. and running. and possibly crying? we just don't know.]

[the "MAN OVERBOARD" yelp might have come from him before he even, uh, got close to "overboard". SAVE HIM. if you have a weapon or look like a particularly strong person, he might dive at your leg and cling to it. or hide behind you. truly an embarrassment to both the human race and a waste of Sanguis's blessings.]


B. (marijuana use warning, DON'T JUDGE ME)
Ta take a bath? [did he hear that right? somewhere he can actually take a bath after two days of the WORST travel of his life? it doesn't matter what kind of podunk rinky-dinky place it's in, he's got his eyes on the prize. finding the springs isn't difficult after he gets directions, and once he happens upon it, he's absolutely stripping down to his birthday suit (someone's gotten a little more comfortable with nudity in the past few years) and helping himself on into the water, hissing as the warmth of it touches all his scrapes and little wounds one by one.]

[because he was absolutely one of those "a little bloody" passengers to attract the sea lions, surprising no one.]

[a few minutes of scrubbing the filth from his skin and hair, he'll eventually settle back... and then remember something, reaching back into his pocket to produce... a joint. it's good shit, smells earthy, and is only halfway ruined from his travels.]


Got a light? [is what he asks the nearest person, before a beat:] ...I'll share it with you. [it's weird... he hasn't even smoked yet, but he feels strangely at peace? maybe it's just because he's so bone-tired...]



ARRIVAL PROPER, open to all!

↶ didn't even know it was possible to miss your roommate
A.
[once Guanshan walks into the city proper, that's when the reality begins to really hit. it's easy to ignore between the craze of trying to fend for himself in the wild, dehydration and hunger, near-death experiences, and getting high enough to sleep the night away, but standing in the city square of Lunatia, it hits:]

[he's somewhere else. not home. not on Lagunbiru station, where he'd manage to make friends and even loved ones. he is... starting all over again. again.]

[it's been more than two years since he's seen his mother. did the money he tried to send her back ever make it? is she wondering where he is? are the few people he cared about still back on the station, wondering where the hell he is? he closes his eyes and faces flash — black and red and an orange eye, navy hair and brown skin, someone soft and pale and sweet, black hair and black eyes that try to draw him in.]

[before he realizes it, he's sank into a squat in the middle of the busy cross section, hiding his wet face behind a hand.]

[all over again. he wants to go home — but now he's not even sure which place is "home".]


A-2.
[clean himself off. pick himself up. find a place to stay. it's that old routine that he's gotten so used to, thinks he should probably be numb to by now, but he never really seems to get there. follow directions. do as you're told.]

[at the face of an apartment complex, he stares up at the face of the building with red eyes and swallowing dread, sniffing away the last remnants of a breakdown. don't call attention to it, he hates that.]

[in a gruff voice, he might call the attention of a nearby person looking at the same set of units as him: plain, unassuming, cozy. the closest thing to a normal apartment on earth, though it has some strangely-shaped architecture and the wood looks a little... off. shiny, almost.]


I need a roommate. I can cook and clean, but I hate people who're noisy and nosy. You in?

A-3.
[Guanshan can also be found roaming around the city and doing the following things: pissing off the locals by being ""accidentally"" insulting, spilling hot coffee on his lap at a local cafe, getting beer dumped on his head at a local bar by a very pretty older woman, and perusing the shelves at a local grocery store with a cart full of the hottest-looking chilies this planet has to offer and premium sandwich ingredients.]



WILDCARD/NOTES

[this is a monster comment, sorry onalgkew if you're interested in something else or want to direct me somewhere, feel free to PM this account or [plurk.com profile] ennuib; i'm very flexible! character is 19 now! and pretty comfortable with getting frisky if you're into that.]
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ichiro yamada ★ hypnosis mic

[personal profile] steelo 2019-09-08 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
1. ONE FOR THE SHOW.
[ to say ichiro yamada is pissed off would be an understatement.

the nausea? whatever. annoying, but nothing he can't deal with. the being-brought-somewhere-new-with-no-sight-of-his-younger-brothers? now that's infuriating. the initial panic drop of not being able to find jiro or saburo anywhere has left him not quite blinded by fury but certainly a whirlwind as he's moving through the government center, looking, looking, looking--

the first person he sees that looks even remotely similar in build to his brothers catches his attention, and ichiro jolts forward, reaching out to put a hand on your shoulder with a this close to angry-- ]
Hey, wh--

[ ....nothing. he deflates, almost visibly, shoulders dropping. the panic in his eyes hasn't quite faded, and he switches gears quickly, asking, instead: ] I'm looking for my brothers. Jiro's tall, he's got two moles [ gesturing at his face-- ] and Saburo's younger, he's got hair like mine, they've both got different colored eyes, they're probably together--have you seen either of them?!

[ Panic TM ]


2. TWO FOR MY BROS
[ ichiro's obligatory panic as a brother has to be put aside when things start getting weird, though. freaked out as he is about his missing family, the part of ichiro that is, at his core, a hero and a helper kicks in when people are in trouble. he'd gone into fight mode the minute things started rattling.

so, if you're being attacked by a jellyfish, you may be in luck. there's a loud vwoom noise from somewhere down the vessel, and the jellyfish start to recoil back from some poor moonblessed's face. apparently, even these scary looking things have some kind of brainwaves, because a couple of spit rhymes from ichiro's mic (what's this shit look like to you, some kinda goddamn hentai? back it up 'fore i bust your guts, send this fucker sky high) get them to at least jerk backwards. he's up and moving before he has the chance to wipe them out entirely, sneakers thumping against the floor of the vessel as he gets between you and the onslaught of jellies, mic in hand, casting an impressive shadow of his speakers at his back. ]


[ mic to his mouth, he looks back at the moonblessed he got between, concerned. your hero has arrived. ] Hey, you okay--?

[ that worry is a hundred percent real. attention distracted, though, he hasn't noticed; one of the jellyfish is making it's ooey, gooey way towards his microphone, eager to latch on to this tasty piece of technology.

hm. you might want to point that out. ]


3B. THREE FOR THE HOOD!
[ assuming that the conversation of family has long since been had, settling into lunatia is a strange experience. it's not... well, it could be worse. there aren't divisions, there's no chuuoku, he hasn't seen samatoki (or his brothers, but he's trying not think of it right now); this feels like he's been tossed into the plot of one of his favorite isekai.

right. well. solve the problem, get the girl, go home to his bros who won't even know he was gone. that much he can handle.

life goes on, even in an isekai. that means he's got to do basic things like grocery shopping, and it's when he's out for ingredients that he spots this brightly colored shop. it's so reminiscent of ramuda that his teeth start hurting just thinking about it, and, against his better judgement, he pokes his head inside.

of course, wandering around doesn't find ramuda. instead, he finds something entirely different: namely, a wall of costumes. he's standing in front of them with his chin in his hand, looking deeply at the details. the high cut leg, the iridescent colors, instead of the red, the window designed for cleavage... ]


Hmmm. It's kind of a knock off... this detail's from the Yamato... isn't the original more appealing anyway....? [ he's in fact standing in front of this display of sexy not quite evangelion plugsuits, muttering to himself, and contemplating their accuracy. ]



3B, II: CHEAP AND FAST AND HIGH QUALITY
[ though originally ichiro came to the management of the boutique to ask a question about the accuracy of said embarrassing, nerdy plugsuit, the owner had spotted a kind young man and immediately honed in on him...which is how he's ended up here, helping out the owner of the shop. the manager begged--actually, genuinely, begged--that they were desperate for help, because they were so swamped with the suffering moonblessed and prismals, and ichiro's a softie more than anything else. so, here he is, looking like a fish out of water in this brightly colored shop, a shop apron tossed over his head kind of haphazardly. ichiro's not the type to leave anyone hanging.

...so, you can at first find him outside of the dressing room. it looks like he's collecting clothes people want or fetching new sizes, but at the moment, he's standing outside of one of the dressing room doors, back turned to them, and hand on his face. his cheeks are bright red, and he looks for a brief moment like he's contemplating leaving, staring at the wall across from him between the space of his fingers.

there's a giggle from the dressing room he's standing next to, and a noise that could only be described as lewd. the person inside giggles a, "noooo, come back, they fit fine, don't you want to see! they work soooo well, come help!"

...help him. please. ]


4. BONUS: CHERRY BOY
i did this for wren.

[ of course, the other thing the shopkeeper is asking, with big, pleading eyes, is for help getting prismals and moonblessed to buy one of the products. they're having more trouble selling them than expected, apparently, and seeing someone wear one to success might help. at first, ichiro's all game, and then the shopkeeper shoves a package into his hand and he realizes in the dressing room by himself exactly what it is.

great. well. he's still got his pants on, which is decidedly unsexy, but he promised the shopkeeper he'd help him, which is why he's now standing outside of the dressing room (again), wearing the maiden sweater. it's bright red, and looks kind of stupid on top of his jeans, but he takes the sign anyway and gamely goes to stand outside with it.

he's not going to flex or anything (despite the pleading of the shop keeper) but leaning against the doorway with his back showing seems to be good enough. the ties of this sweater fall nicely over his skin, all tanned skin and strong, strong back muscles, dipping down to show the top of his boxer briefs, sleek black. naturally, he's still sagging his pants, too, so the curve of his butt's highlighted nicely by the sweater, too. his raised arm (holding the sign, cheerfully proclaiming ask about the maiden sweater!) is nothing but muscle, too, and the window perfectly shows off a neat mole on his shoulder, and another on his hip, just peeking out of his waistband. he looks good enough to eat.

from the front, he looks actually mortified, quite possibly redder than the sweater, but he's not going to let the shopkeeper down.

please ask about the sweater. ]


5. WILDCARD
( other ideas? hit me up with them!! ichiro is 19, and potentially sanguis. ♥ )
Edited 2019-09-08 02:05 (UTC)
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Stanford Pines | Gravity Falls

[personal profile] meteorman 2019-09-08 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
A. Hands and Feet

[The usual response to a bunch of unknown creatures suddenly appearing in a small, confined space is panic. At the very least one could be expected to be a little taken-aback. Miffed, even. But Ford is not most people, and while everyone else is busy trying to disentangle themselves from the crystalline jellyfish, Ford has stood up and is actively trying to grab them. In fact he might very impolitely knock your character out of the way as he chases one beneath a seat and then emerges, moments later, with the thing clutched in both hands. Despite being a jellyfish and not really capable of emoting, the way it's wriggling could probably be classified as 'indignant'. One of the shoulders of Ford's jacket is a little bit on fire. He doesn't seem to have noticed.]

How fantastic is this? I wonder--

[He pulls one of his electrical gloves out of a coat pocket and the jellyfish immediately gloms onto it, apparently soothed. He looks between this to your character like it's just the best thing since toasted bread. On most new planets he sets foot on there's a warrant on his head and within a few minutes somebody is arresting him. On this planet he gets air-dwelling jellyfish? Fuck yes. All about it.]

B. Free Real Estate

[Exciting as the journey to get to the planet proper may have been, it's a relief to have solid ground under his boots again. He'd been very ready to hang up his inter-dimensional adventurer coat (metaphorically), but he's found getting back into the groove of it isn't too difficult even after an extended vacation in his home universe. If anything he's leery of settling down and finding a place to stay because 1. he's still not entirely sure nobody is going to try to arrest him and 2. he has no idea how long he'll be staying. The consensus seems to be that this place isn't a permanent stop for the 'moonblessed' and that falls about in line with the magical mystery tour he'd been on for the past thirty years before making it back to Earth 46'\. Based on his calculations if he settles into an apartment he'll have about a month tops to enjoy it. Probably far less than that, with his track record.

All this to say, he's going to pick the stupidest possible thing because in a few weeks it won't matter. You may find him bothering city officials or complex managers with obnoxious questions like]


Pardon me, but do you have something in an Escher? Anything non-Euclidean?

[And once he tires of that (or finds a place that's sufficiently weird) it's time to meet the neighbors properly. Which, here, consists of him hanging out in the shared common area and writing feverishly in a large leather-bound journal. This has to be documented after all.]

... very unusual for a universe to welcome non-native arrivals from other dimensions so readily and with so little hassle. There must be a catch but I haven't yet been able to determine what it is.

[He does not consider 'becoming a furry' to be a catch.]

C. Wildcard!

[You can contact me at [plurk.com profile] mister_inkwell or by pm here! Or just toss in something wild, surprise me. Ford is probably going to be Cordis and for a man who's 69 he is in obnoxiously good shape. Foxy grandpa is here.]
Edited 2019-09-08 01:54 (UTC)
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rei sakuma 🦇 ensemble stars!

[personal profile] oldboned 2019-09-08 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
IT'S FREE REAL-ESTATE;

B.

[One would think arrival and all that came with it would shock the majority. Well, Rei, himself...might not be the majority of people. Instead of worrying about where he's staying or where he's going to go after this, he's going to enjoy himself at this strange and eccentric clothing shop.


He finds himself trying on clothes left and right, for lack of anything else to do at the moment.

It's only when he comes out in one of those risque low back tops and leather leggings does he turn to the person (you) not far away and waves them over.
]

How does this look?

[He's clearly showing off. The guy has a good body.]


WILDCARD

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Edited 2019-09-08 02:00 (UTC)
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osakabehime / fgo

[personal profile] okki 2019-09-08 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
i.
[ after that harrowing trip from the moon to... wherever the hell this is, a nice bath in a natural spring would ought to calm down osakabehime's nerves. she isn't sure why she was whisked away in a singularity all by herself (or at least she thinks it's a singularity??? those prismal guys were so weird), and the fact that Master isn't here to keep her company isn't helping her overall anxiety over the whole ordeal when all she wants to do is -- ]

I wanna go home... I don't even know what I'm here for, anyway...

[ she whines to herself, as she's seemingly alone in the springs right now. the chinchillas were a little apprehensive at her presence at first, but she's quick enough to conjure up a small number of cute origami rabbits to prove that she's not a threat, and to keep them company as she bathes. ]

But you guys are cute, so maybe it may not be all that bad. [ she can't help but crack a smile. just a tiny bit. ] Keep a lookout for me, okay? I did make sure I'll have this place all to myself, after all.

[ but that's practically impossible, since anyone's bound to find her crouched down on the ground and talking to critters like some freakin' disney princess. well, she is a princess, so jot that down. ]


ii.
[ a couple of days later, there's a post on the network made by a certain hime. ]

can i ask for someone to buy stuff for me in that new shop that just opened up?? apparently newcomers get 50% off from there, hehe
at least tell me if the sweater is available in pink? the leggings i can give or take, i guess
i'll pay for everything i promise i just arrived here but idk how else to get chroma without me leaving my room BUT!!! i'll figure it out! i swear! i can afford the sweater at least so please help a princess out? (⌒▽⌒ゞ


[ guess who hasn't left her room since coming here, lmao!

...please help her. ]


wildcard
[ want to do something else with this hikkineet? feel free to toss other random prompts down there and i'll do my best to follow through. this is my first time playing from this canon though, so please bear with me! hashing out more details with me via PM works just as well too. ]
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Tatsuya Himuro | Kuroko no Basuke

[personal profile] perfectmirage 2019-09-08 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
[I. Jaws IV: Jaws Harder]

[B. Himuro thanked the humanoid rabbit before he sank down into the warm water. So much happened that he needed to process as much of it as he can. First, he remembered he ended up in a strange place that wasn't the gym at Yosen High. Next, he wandered around slowly getting used to being in that strange place before those Moon Knights took him back to that facility to get tested. He's glad they told him who they were before he tried to attack them with that crystal he sharpened. After being taken care of in the facility he learned that he was somewhere new and very far from Japan with no idea if anyone back home was here or if he could contact them. Well, that would be one thing he'd had to figure out later.

After he got settled at that facility he boarded something that wouldn't be out of place in a sci-fi movie to their new home. The movie was interesting, though he was fine not knowing how the previous Back Door Slugs went. Then there was that bad turbulence that made him sicker than he's ever been in his life. Thankfully, when the ship landed he was able to get his bearings and settle his stomach. Since they wouldn't be going home for awhile he decided to spend some time at the cabin. It beat having to fight those sharks.

The humanoid rabbits weren't as weird as he thought, though it was still out of the ordinary to see them walking around as normal. He's going to ask them more about this world later, they looked like they knew how things worked here. Now his adventure ended with a natural bath, which is something he really needed. However, being in the spring his mind started to wander back to everything at home, his studies, his friends, his practice, Atsushi...

Would his team be fine without him?

Would his coach be alright without him?

Would his family be alright?

How long before Atsushi ate out all the convenience stores in the surrounding areas?

So many pressing questions on his mind. Himuro sighed softly as he trailed his fingers along the top of the water. Well, he would make the best of his time in this world. He looked over when the rabbit helped another person into the spring. He smiled as he gestured around them.
]

That was a really bumpy ride, wasn't it? At least we have this nice spring to relax in. How are you doing?

[II: It's Free Real-Estate]

[A. When they finally landed at their new home Himuro took his time getting to his new apartment after the quick tour. He adjusted his bag from home as he looked around. He didn't expect to be transported to such a big city. It looked like it had everything that anyone could want without going too far, but in space. He never expected a city like this to exist outside of movies, yet here he was. While he enjoyed the natural bath, it was nice to be in a city again. He would explore it more after he found his new apartment. He walked over to level two and picked one of the cozier looking unit. He would change things later, right now he needed to sit down.

Himuro placed his bag in the room on his way over to the bed. It was nice to finally sleep in an actual bed. He looked up when someone walked in the room and waved at them.
]

Hello, it's looks like we're roommates.

III. Wildcard]

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Edited 2019-09-08 02:22 (UTC)
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Thoth | Kamigami no Asobi

[personal profile] kabethoth 2019-09-08 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
In Flight Movie Commentary
[ Thoth, for all that he knows, much rather likes to keep to himself. He's a procurer of knowledge, one who often spends times to himself in his little corner and away from the crowds. Back Door Slugs 9 on a godsdamned crowded plane with turbulence, however, sorely wishes to test his patience to remain quiet.

To anyone who might be seated next to him, they'll have the pleasure of having to endure his extraordinarily grumpy, overbearing aura upon the plane. Each passing minute of the movie seems to evoke an almost overwhelming, suffocating, tight pressure around him, enough that a few other passengers might notice. When one slug in the film just happens to slide down the ample cleavage of the main heroine of the movie, leaving a slimy trail of a clear-white mucus in its wake, that is he can't take it anymore. 

The aura snaps, finally dispelling (safely, to the relief of the other passengers), and Thoth practically growls aloud for anyone who might care to listen: ]
Ridiculous. This spectacle would be far more entertaining with snakes. [ THE FAR SUPERIOR ANIMAL, in his opinion, thank you very much.

Alas, this is Back Door Slugs 9, not Back Door Snakes 9. ]
   Who produced this? How did it acquire a 9th installment? 

[ Grumble grumble grumble... Except, secretly he actually enjoys this movie for its campiness... ]

 Natural Spring Bath 
[ Finally taken in with the other survivors to the village, Thoth will gladly partake in some desperately needed R&R, regardless if there is electricity or running water. After that awful plane ride with that awful movie and the awful crash landing (he's fine, thanks for asking), he decides to make his way to the springs. Were he alone, he would have let down his seal to take on his true deity form, unfurling great wings to let them stretch. But since you are here as well (whether man or women), he keeps the the glamour of his divinity concealed. 

Unfortunately as he's still in a mood, he'll be only passing a cursory nod towards you, settling in at the edge of the spring, propping up a book. What book is he reading? Actually it's no book, it's this world's equivalent of Skymall magazines! The back page advertisement may be any one of their more ridiculous products: man-spanks, a squirrel tree-climber sculpture, an box that shouts "looking good, [your name]" every time you open it,  and a night-glow toilet seat. Take your pick.

Look, he's had no access to a library yet; this magazine is the best he has! ]


Prissy Polyp
 [ Is that maiden sweater you're wearing considered high fashion....

Time to pass judgement. ]


It's hideous. 

Wildcard
[ OOC: Got something in mind! HMU here. To those who have some magical/whatever ability to sense those who are not human, feel free for them to pick up on Thoth! ]
Edited 2019-09-08 02:33 (UTC)
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Malik Ishtar | Yu-Gi-Oh!

[personal profile] godcards 2019-09-08 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
VIOLENT VEHICULAR VIBRATIONS
cw: vomit

[ Moons, technology-- all of this is far, far beyond Malik's expectation of normal. Holographic monsters? Sure, that's fine. Shadow realm? Also fine. The unfamiliarity makes this less than fine. It's much harder to put oneself in an advantageous situation when you don't know anything about it. Suffice to say, Malik is annoyed. He is annoyed that Moon Knights picked him up, he's annoyed that he got examined, he's annoyed that he's being ferried to an equally new and unfamiliar place, and of course, he's annoyed that this... thing. A place? Space ship? Is starting to vibrate obnoxiously.

The annoyance quickly fades as terror sets in, spurred on by the violent shaking. Naturally, this isn't how he wanted to be introduced to flight, and as the situation becomes more and more uncontrollable it causes Malik to get more and more stressed out. It's only going to get worse from here, and not just for him. Because he can't keep his nerves under control either, and he pukes right onto his dear neighbor.

Sorry, maybe? ]



PRISSY POLYP

a. [ The joke is that Malik has no friends, so he's here at the store alone. Won't stop him from talking to himself though. ]

What am I even supposed to do with this?

[ The iridescent sheen of a top with way too many "artfully" placed holes gets Malik to frown. He wants to blend in with the locals, or did -- he's not too sure about that now, if this is the kind of thing that is fashionable. Although he is clad from neck to wrists in gold bands, so maybe he doesn't realize the irony. ]

Why are all of these clothes so... revealing...

[ Look. He's wearing cargo pants. Do you think he's interested in vibrating leggings?? ]

b. [ After managing to find a few halfway decent items, it's time for check out. Except that this little brat is used to getting everything what he wants, when he wants. Money nor Chroma really have any value that Malik can understand, and he gets frustrated about 2 seconds into the transaction. ]

WHAT? You have some nerve, trying to rip me off, even with your so-called "Fifty percent discount." You're only selling clothes that are fifty percent there!

[ Yeah he's just yelling at the chromareader. He certainly doesn't seem to care that there's anyone else around. ]


WILDCARD & NOTE

[ Choose your own adventure or HMU via PM and we can work something out! Additionally, Malik is 16.]
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Pietro Maximoff | MCU

[personal profile] fastestmanonearth 2019-09-08 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
1. Jellyfish

That is so- Weird.

[ Pietro's seen some strange things in his time, but jellyfish that latch onto people and things alike is more than a little weird. He's not sure what to do when the jellyfish burst out, but the second he sees one latch onto someone's face is the second he springs into action.

Sure, the jellyfish are gross, but he imagines it can't be pleasant having something latched onto one's face. He certainly wouldn't like it if it was happening to him. ]


Hold on, all right? This thing is coming off.

[ At least, that's the idea. He really hopes he doesn't accidentally hurt the poor soul stuck with a jellyfish on their face. ]

2. Jaws

[ Not long after the jellyfish debacle, Pietro finds himself on a boat surrounded by other people, but it's not the people that are worrying him. It's the sea lions in the water that seem hell-bent on either destroying the boat or knocking its inhabitants out of it. ]

Oh, come on, what is your problem?

[ Sure, shouting at the sea lions seems like a futile effort, but he just wants them to leave them alone. ]

Anyone have something to hit them with?

[ Because unfortunately, Pietro has nothing that would be useful. Super speed isn't going to get them out of this particular mess. ]

3. Roommates

[ After somehow surviving both the jellyfish and the sea lions, Pietro is more than happy to be back on solid ground. He wastes no time finding an empty unit and making himself at home on one of the couches in the room.

It's been some time since he's experienced a setting with this much comfort, but clearly, it's taken no time at all for him to get used to it. It takes him a second to realize he's not actually alone, but despite his best efforts to try and appear abashed, the effort falls a bit short. ]


Oh, sorry, am I taking up too much room?

[ He may or may not be sorry at all. It's rather hard to tell. And considering he knows he shouldn't be alive but somehow is, he's even more determined to enjoy himself and whatever time he has. And that includes enjoying whatever comforts there are around here. ]

4. Wildcard

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Setsura Yamaguchi | Original

[personal profile] chichichi 2019-09-08 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
▶ I. KEEP ALL HANDS AND FEET INSIDE THE BURNING VEHICLE AT ALL TIMES

[A] ARRIVAL

[ It sounds like the stuff of myth, legend, and the odd fairy tale if fairy tales left out certain high tech details and regularly bred more questions than solid, satisfactory answers, which they admittedly tend to do in her vast and colorful experience. That's Setsura's first thought as she finds her feet in the wake of her rigorous question and answer session with the medical staff following their simultaneous examination and riveting narrative about the "Moonblessed," whose ranks she unwittingly joined through... well, she's still piecing that together along with the absence of certain tools that had been on her person at the time of her... abduction? The word has the most accurate feel to it given all this talk of gods -- likely meddling, again going by experience -- and blessings and her being in another realm that apparently comprises a whole other planet and several moons without having knowingly received a formal invitation or permission slip. ]

I guess they're messy no matter the realm.

[ And rude, but that's a given. Their people seemed mannered, but it's something she's intent to take with several grains of salt. That these accommodations she and the other Moonblessed are being offered aren't free is the Prismals' saving grace in the face of her more mercenary line of thinking. If this care and accommodation had been yielded freely without some measure of expected reciprocity in some way on some level, she would've leveled more suspicion than she presently retains for all the good that does her at the moment, and at this moment? She's good and settled into a decidedly more professional state. Here's hoping you aren't terribly shy, don't mind company falling into step beside you, and aren't excessively spiritually sensitive to a stranger wordlessly uncloaking her energy signature in a bid to garner specific attention. ]

And where were you when the gods of this realm decided to pluck you up and leave you stranded in a crystal wilderness on some moon?

[ Might as well keep at that whole information gathering thing. Maybe talking to other Moonblessed will yield some additional clues while she susses out the cafeteria. Wander around the wilderness long enough and a lady works up an appetite, after all. ]

[B] PEANUTBUTTER JELLYFISH TIME
[ Chaos is something to which Setsura is accustomed. It's something she grew up with and largely tempers on a day to day basis at the Hidden Moon Tea House with its myriad of colorful patrons and staff. Fires, uninvited nausea, screaming furries, and alien jellyfish interrupting the juicy confession scene she might have scooted to the edge of her seat for feels less alarming and more par the course to the hanyou, who regards the scene with a remarkably flat expression as she concentrates on feeling out the tentacled menaces and calmly debates the merit in lending a hand even as the swarm begins to work its way toward her and the people around her.

It couldn't hurt to have a little favor in a foreign realm. Or, you know, a lot from multiple persons. It's good enough logic to untie the katana at her side sheath and all and step with unnatural speed to bat several incoming jellyfish into the opposite wall and safely away from her nearest neighbor. ]


Try to remain calm.

[ Her voice certainly is and aimed a tinge soothing despite the authority she exudes in the moment. ]

Do you have any skills that might be useful in this sort of situation? Think fast.

[ Because that sure is a swarm gathering those she batted away and sparking enthusiastically in turning toward them. ]

▶ JAWS IV: JAWS HARDER

[A] SPRING REFLECTION
[ If someone had told Setsura a few mornings ago that she'd be one of many probably abducted by gods to an alien planet populated by magic furries, she'd... well, truthfully, with all but her eyes submerged beneath the water of the spring and turned thoughtfully up with a bubbled sigh, she's not entirely sure what she would have done. It's hard to fight who and what doesn't actually present itself. Gods, at least, she can connect with her blade when they're present. Ghosts, well... technically, she can connect her blade with ghosts, too, but the sort of ghosts haunting her heart, that live so vividly in her its memory, they're another matter entirely. She breathes them. Hears them, feels them even here, now and with the pending date, she just feels tired when that hollow in her chest doesn't swell and ache. A year in the face of grief really must feel like eternity.

But this is hardly the place to allow such thoughts. It'd be one thing if she was tucked under her covers in her bed in her room on the residential floor of the tea house with the renovation plans she's been throwing herself into for the last little while. Her situation's changed and she knows that. She needs answers. She needs to find a way back before Sukuna manages to get himself killed or the tea house burns down and soaking in grief with ghosts is no way to accomplish that.

Exhaling a few bubbles after a moment, she tilts her head up enough to clearly pose a more pleasantly toned question to her neighbor: ]


Hey. If it's not too much trouble, would you mind getting my back?

▶ IT’S FREE REAL-ESTATE

[A-B] TRY SOME OF COLUMN A, TRYIN' ALL OF COLUMN B: EXPLORIN' THE HOOD

[ High is Setsura's aim in searching out a unit to claim as a temporary living space. Literally high. That is, as high as possible because that's arguably her favorite place to be in any situation. There's nothing quite like being positioned higher than everyone else and being able to look down clearly, cleanly on the crowd and see everything, everyone. It's safer. For her, anyway. She's not confined to the standard ground-based exit should push come to shove for whatever reason, but that's less now and more later or never. Never would be great.

It doesn't take her long to settle on a unit on the highest floor. It takes her even less to observe the bare space and feel that pang of longing for her own familiar space and turn on her heel. There's nothing there for her at the moment. She's not sleepy, so she might as well familiarize herself with the area and the city at large. At the very least, it's not a challenge to blend in exactly. A woman with black feather 'ornaments' in her hair doesn't stand out all that much; though, the sheathed katana at her side might.

Catch her on the top floor of her apartment complex, just coming out, or walking the city. Regardless of her location, should you be wearing a Fashion Don't in sweaters, expect her to pause and raise a brow because hon-ay. ]


Where...?

[ Did you get that, bro? Please give her the name and receipt of the place so she can avoid it. ]

▶ WILD CARD
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Edited 2019-09-08 09:58 (UTC)
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FRANKY | One Piece | ...let's go with Iris

[personal profile] suuuperspeedo 2019-09-08 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
Keep all hands and feet inside the burning vehicle:

A.
LETS CRY TOGETHER

[After the whole speech of 'Congratulation, you are in another world FEED ME CHROMA', Franky settled himself to a vacant seat. Hope his partner was ready to find this tall almost 7'5" hooligan with only visible underwear and an open shirt. The only thing missing was the shades. Damn, he felt naked without them (even though he's barely wearing anything at the moment). The Moonknights insisted he wore more clothes but, ah, Franky didn't need them. He waved to his new ride partner. Enjoy your half-naked bro.]

OW! Hey, fellow abducted Moonblessed! What's happening? Besides the random kidnapping. Is this seat taken? Didn't think so.

[Whether he waited for an answer or not, he made himself at home. Hope his oversize arms aren't in the way. He moved his arms behind his head, leaned his chair back and tried to squeeze his small leg to cross over his other leg. Hey, while he's kidnapped, he planned on making sure its a smooth ride to the very end.]

I hear they got something for us to watch to pass the time. You think they have refreshments around here?

[No... he's quite serious.]

B. ANYONE JELLY?

[After a good scare from the turbulence followed with an updated announcement, Franky didn't hold back his frustration. In fact, he pumped one fist over his head and barked back.]

The HELL man! Are you trying to give us a heart attack?!

[He wasn't sure if the person piloting heard him or anyone responsible did, but it was enough for him. Franky huffed and pushed his seat back for a moment. The shuttle was in rough shape and the damage couldn't be ignored. This isn't his week.]

Hey.

[Yes, to the person near him. He calmed fast when priorities are at stake.]

Obviously you're just sitting around waiting to crash or something.

Free Real-Estate:

A:
ROOMMATE

[After the whole ordeal from 'who knows where??' it was nice to have solid ground for a chance. Franky can be seen walking around, body arched forward and arms hanging down. Evidence of extraterrestrial jellyfish stung him over and over again on his back and buttocks. His back legs looked as if he was caught with some virus. Then his adventure into the wilderness with giant rabbits, which wasn't so bad.

In all, he was beat and low on Cola. Does this place even supply the Cola he needs? Meh, he'd figure it out along the way. He kinda wished they could send him back to the tundra.

No matter how tired he was, the first impressions were crucial. So when he spotted a potential neighbor, Franky combed his hair back, it whipped back up and made sure the shades stayed on. Lucky him, he happened to pick them on along the way.]


OW! HELLOOOOOOOOO~ NEIGHBOR!

[Cue the song suddenly playing. Franky tapped his feet to the music, his head bopping, and his hips moving to the beat. Listen, first impressions are a must! Grand finally, he finish it off with a SUPER POSE.]

CONGRATULATION. YOU GOT YOURSELF ONE SUUUUUPER NEIGHBOR!! FRANKY IS HERE! OW!!

[Hold the applause.]

[[WILDCARD if you like. PP this journal or hit me [plurk.com profile] sailoruresui for questions an plotting purposes.]]
Edited 2019-09-08 03:10 (UTC)
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Kurt "Nightcrawler" Wagner | Marvel 616

[personal profile] themisfit 2019-09-08 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
JAWS IV: JAWS HARDER

A: [ It's not entirely surprising that a history of superhero work has come in handy. Finding yourself on another planet, in Kurt's experience, usually calls for a super-powered rescue feat or two. Even a cascade of Things Going Wrong seems par the course. While this malfunction, followed by jellyfish invasion, followed by monster-laden evacuation is rather trying... He's dealing with it. What else can be done?

Once the aquatic lions set upon the boats, Kurt starts teleporting people to shore, prioritizing the injured as best as he's able. Should one be one of these injured passengers, it's a quick and potentially-disorienting process: a blue man appears in a cloud of sulfurous smoke, scoops one up, and-- BAMF.

The rescued individual is set on the shore, and Kurt affords enough time to check on them before teleporting out again. ]


There you are. I apologize for the abruptness. Are you alright?


IT'S FREE REAL ESTATE

A. [ Decorating isn't a high priority, at the moment. Discussing others' experiences here and getting a feel for his apparent new neighborhood, however..? Reasonable, doable, and much more useful.

So far as he can tell, there's no real need to worry over his appearance here. They'd arrived in Lunatia proper with the assistance of rabbit-people, after all, and it hadn't presented any issues. It seems the alteration of appearance isn't uncommon here, and that whole populations aren't traditionally human in form.

So... No hood, no lurking. Kurt's out on the sidewalk, walking the blocks near his small apartment. Everybody gets, at minimum, a polite smile. When he encounters anyone as confused-looking as he feels, however, or somebody who seems particularly curious about him, he'll stop to question them. ]


Pardon me, are you... What was the word? Moonblessed?
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Maki Nishikino | Love Live! | Cordis

[personal profile] nandemonai 2019-09-08 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
I ➲ Daring!! (Darling!!)

[thankfully, Maki is not an Iris, not that she really gets what that means right now. sure, she asked questions, and the natives babbled on about Moonblessings, but she had been too busy wondering if her friends were around. what will happen when the others find out she’s gone?

in any case, the ship she is on has made its emergency landing, and as soon as they are able to, the jellyfish break into it. she shrieks when one of the jellyfish latches onto the face of the person she’s been sitting next to, and only considers helping them out once they begin flailing]


H-Hang on! [jellyfish, huh? well, she’s kind of scared, but her parents are also doctors! she can’t just sit back idly and watch]

II ➲ wonder zone

[so that was awkward. Maki has excused herself from a conversation with one of those big humanoid rabbits. it was getting... a bit too personal! so, instead, she is off to find the spring. she takes with her a couple of towels and starts off, but she gets a little lost along the way]

I don’t suppose you know where the natural spring is? [she asks the nearest person after she’s spent twenty minutes wandering around in circles. she doesn’t want to bother the rabbits, but questioning another Moonblessed is fine]

III ➲ cutie panther

[after Maki is informed that she has gotten a 50% off coupon for a clothing store, she thinks she should go check it out. she’s a very fashionable young lady, and being a school idol forces her to always care about her appearance. she doesn’t mind if someone wants to go with her, but she is also fine with going to Prissy Polyp alone.

a trench coat sounds like a good idea, actually. there are some cute ones there, even though the colors and patterns are off the wall. she supposes that it blends in with the rest of the scenery, though. finally, she braves the maiden sweater, but finds it a little too revealing for her tastes. kind of embarrassing! but flattering, too? she pushes aside the curtain meekly, poking her head out and pouting]


I don’t know about this one... The cut in the back is really low.

IV ➲ WILD STARS

[actually, wildcard! if you have other things you want to see or do, feel free to do them! ping [plurk.com profile] lovebakery for plotting. Maki is 16]

N'Doul | Jojo's Bizarre Adventure | Sanguis

[personal profile] gerni 2019-09-08 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
Sharknado A: Shark Smarter Not Harder:
[Oh boy. Listen, it's bad enough that N'Doul's been sucked through some space bullshit to help people. It's even worse that he had to hear that shitty movie on the ride down, and try to imagine what the fuck all the slick sucking sounds were from. At least the jellyfish were kind of fun, considering he was content to sit in his seat and let everyone else shit the bed on that particular endeavour.

But a fucking lake? A little raft on a fucking lake? And there's-- there's things in it that don't quite ring like ice should, even if it's really fucking cold, and the raft's making it hard for him to really define his surroundings through his cane like he normally would anyway. He's a little grumpy, needless to say.

So, when people around him start panicking over sea lions (sea lions? Aren't those basically seals? What's the problem?), he simply rises to his feet, gets closer to the edge of the emergency boat where the ruckus is, and starts absolutely fucking swinging his cane. THE GREAT N'DOUL HAS FUCKING HAD IT WITH THIS SHIT, AND HE IS GOING POSTAL.
] If I hit anyone, it's your fault for being in my way!


Sharknado B: Stop praying for the sharks they're too strong now:
[After a good bit of anger management, clearly it's time to be ushered into the baths by these fucked up long rabbits. At least he can fathom the springs, via cosying up on the side with one ear to the ground. Everything's solid bar the water, and he's rather fond of water in reasonable amounts anyway.

Still, it mostly just looks like he's fallen asleep, all curled up like that. The only sign of consciousness, if anyone's game enough to get in the same spring as him, will be-- a disembodied, clawed hand grabbing their shin tightly.
]


It's a Free House, Jim A:
[What's that? You're looking at your new apartment and getting it all set up? It's looking great, huh? Good job, you! You picked out a nice place with nice neighbours, and-- someone's just walked right in. N'Doul is now in your apartment, gently tick-tacking along the ground with his cane and navigating effortlessly around you like he owns the place.

It's not until he's politely sat down that he even acknowledges there's anyone else there.
] You don't mind, do you? [Of course you wouldn't, that's a blind man. Be a good citizen, pal.]
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Prince Sidon | BOTW | Sanguis

[personal profile] beliefsystem 2019-09-08 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
I) Why is everything on fire

[Though the darkness and general aesthetic of the area that he'd woken up in hadn't caught Sidon too terribly off guard, the stark change in environment certainly had. And while under normal circumstances managing a few days alone in the wilderness amounted to child's play, that was only if there was an abundance of water to be found. Not to say that there was none, but...certainly far too little for a Zora's liking. Finding strangers he could quickly call friends to assist him towards something more resembling a civilization had come as a blessing, just as much as their hospitality despite the many questions he had for them. But those could wait, he'd figured, for they still had something of a journey before things could settle and he could truly find the answers he sought.

A ship- one for the air and not the sea- wasn't exactly the type of transport he'd had in mind, but he wasn't going to complain when he had no other choice. Just...be mildly uncomfortable for a while.

Or...okay, extremely uncomfortable, particularly when the flight goes from easy to an emergency situation in short order.]


There now, everything is going to be alright! Once we...once we reach the ground-

[The fires that broke out in the vessel were the worst offenders right away. Anyone in the vicinity of a rather large shark-like figure might notice him struggling, both trying his best to help calm those more panicked about the situation than him while very visibly being weakened by the proximity of the heat and flames he's simply too huge to get away from. Getting some of these put out might help a great deal, before he up and collapses entirely.]

II) Jaws harder commencing

[The water is a beautiful blessing. The moment the vessel reaches the water and people are ferried off, Sidon no doubt will surprise anyone standing near when he doesn't step off so much as he just lets himself fall from the vessel wholesale, piercing through the water below in a splash great enough to wet the feet (or more if you're too close) of anyone nearby.

He's underneath the surface for what might seem a concerning amount of time, at least several minutes, before he breaches with a gasp and a brisk shake of his head.]


Much better. One more moment in all of that enclosed heat and I would have been in trouble.

Ah, you there-! I apologize for dousing you!

[You there. Presumably dripping wet.]

III) S-s-spring

[After all the commotion that was their arrival, Sidon is more than happy to enjoy the luxuries of the encampment they're all eventually led to. He seems unbothered by the rabbits being so...open, heartily laughing as he speaks with them and asks yet more questions whether they have the answers or not. Before heading to the inn for a proper rest though, he is immediately drawn to the spring where many others are already bathing. He'll try to keep to himself, though that's tricky when you tower head and shoulders over most everyone here.

Sidon spends a lot of the evening here, first washing himself clean before sinking down to his neck in the water, letting his eyes drift shut. Though he doesn't ever fully submerge, it's eventually pretty clear that he's fallen asleep like this...]


IV) Free Real-Estate (The Prissy Polyp)

[It's no secret by now that Sidon doesn't exactly...wear clothes? The way to describe what he wears is as being sort of clothing, more bits of decorative armor and adornments than anything else. Nothing like what he's used to seeing Hylians wear, of course. Though despite that, pure curiosity is what has drawn him to this place...and unsurprisingly the Prismals working there are eager to see what all they can manage to fit him into.

Including, but not limited to, one of the pairs of skin-tight leggings in the largest possible size to even come close to having a chance at hopefully fitting properly. They're all the more excited to see him try it on, really, because the more skin-tight the more it excentuates the features! Or something like that.]


I must say I am not used to this sort of wardrobe...but I could certainly learn to like it.

[OOC: For the purposes of this TDM, Sidon here is Sanguis! He's also like...over a hundred years old, but in terms of Zora he's a fully grown adult. If you have any questions or wanna do something that I don't have listed here feel free to PM or PP me on plurk [plurk.com profile] winterbolt. Also this is me voicetesting blease be gentle ilu]
Edited 2019-09-08 03:37 (UTC)
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Imriel no Montreve de la Courcel | Kushiel's Legacy

[personal profile] belladonnasson 2019-09-08 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
I. Vehicle A

The images that move upon the wall of this "space ship" are fascinating, this is true, but more for the sophisticated mechanisms or magic that have allowed them to be there and less for the content. And truly, everything in the ship seems near-magical to him, from the lights that make the interior as bright as day to the voices that come from the little grilles overhead. Just the very concept of a ship that can travel between planets--!

"There must be so many gears and wheels inside this," he muses aloud. Then he frowns. "Is it supposed to keep shaking more and more as the journey continues?"

(It is a good thing Joscelin is not here, he thinks. He would already be looking for a bucket to empty his stomach into.)

II. Jaws B

Honestly, the water is hardly any colder than a mountain spring in Montreve or the frigidarium in one of the baths in Tiberium. Rather refreshing, really. And having been a soldier under siege for most of this last summer, any chance to be clean, no matter how cold the water, is something that ought to be savored.

"'Tis kind of them to give us this soap," he says to whoever is closest. And it is kind. He had thought at first that they would need to scrub the dirt away with sand from the spring bottom.

III. Real Estate B

Imriel does not care nearly as much about clothing as, say, his foster mother does, but even he will readily admit that he probably needs more than one suit of clothing. At least one more for everyday and another for more formal occasions. So with the allowance the Prismals have given him, he hies off toward the merchant who has promised him and the other Moonblessed a discount.

It's only that the garments that face him there are... well, they are not what he is used to. Even the hose is differently constructed, with no visible ties.

He picks up a maiden sweater. "These are for Se-- courtesans?" he guesses.

IV. Wildcard

[ Anything else you want to rp? Leave a prompt here. Even if I wrote my top-level in prose, I'm happy to match styles with people! ]
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zim. invader zim.

[personal profile] idiocracy 2019-09-08 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
keep all hands and feet inside the burning vehicle at all times - a

[ it's been a long few days. out of everything zim's been through, all his misadventures, this is--he doesn't know.

he doesn't know, and he's alone, and that's frightening. he hasn't really been without at least gir in so long, and he constantly feels nauseous from the loss. sure, gir's a stupid robot, but gir is his stupid robot, his companion.

the examination is humiliating, and he spends a harrowing five minutes disconnected from his pak during it.

he doesn't have access to his computer, his base, anything. he tries to call gir using the communicator function of his pak, call home to the armada, and nothing goes through. perhaps you see him, small, green, and frantic, with purple eyes and black hair, yelling frantically into a communicator that's not the one given to the moonblessed.

he's shockingly quiet as the ride begins, but he's--appalled by the film, and refuses to watch it, looking anywhere but the screen. complaining loudly about slug debauchery. he notices the turbulence right away though, and looks to his seatmate, eyes narrowing. ]


Did you feel that? It seemed--unnatural.

keep all hands and feet inside the burning vehicle at all times - b

[ and of course, he's right for once in his life, and it gets worse. great. he does no handholding, but he does scream a little.

a lot.

now, he's not too put out by the fires? or the jellyfish, really, until one latches onto his pak, then another, and he panics, spidery metal legs springing from it and trying to wrest them off before they suck all the power out of it. ]


jaws iv: jaws harder - a

[ okay, so like, zim is allergic to all water, and this is a problem. suffice to say, he sits toward the center of the boat, still pretending to be a human despite clear evidence that this is an alien planet and he will be just fine screeching about being a proud irken invader or whatever.

point is, a sea lion grabs him by the boot and tries to pull him off the boat anyway, so he screams again, in both alarm and anger, and another of those spidery legs pops out of his pak, this time to jab at the sea lion and free himself. the sea lion doesn't like this, of course, and zim gets free, and--the sea lion leaves, to search for some boat without a weird stabby guy on it. still, some of the water gets on his face as it leaves, and it starts to sizzle wildly, so he hisses and scrubs it off with his glove, trying to pretend like that's a super normal reaction by sitting down in his seat and not saying anything.

nothing to see here. ]


it's free real-estate - a

[ zim picks a small unit, and intends to be in it alone. he continues to try and contact anyone at home--he even tries to contact dib, in a last-ditch effort at familiarity, but that doesn't do anything.

finally, frustrated, he goes out to explore, stubby little legs taking him all over. he's small, definitely child-sized, and easy to miss until you run into him, in which case he'll look up, irritated-- ]


Hey! Watch where you're going!
Edited 2019-09-08 03:50 (UTC)
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francel de haillenarte; final fantasy xiv

[personal profile] haillenarte 2019-09-08 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
▶ keep all hands, prompt b.
[francel is in the middle of backing away from a fire that erupted near his seat when the power panel bursts and the cloud of jellyfish spills out — and, of course, given that he is iris moonblessed, nauseous from the earlier turbulence, and very confused, he soon finds himself covered in the little beasts. predictably, he's not too pleased. one is covering his vision.]

Release me, wretched — creature

[he does indeed have to wrestle with it a bit, but after a moment's tugging he manages to dislodge the jellyfish latched onto his cheek, flinging it coldly against the floor, where it makes a little squelching noise where it lands. though his arms and legs are still plastered with its compatriots, francel seems particularly vexed at the one that was glued to his face; though it's not really doing him any further harm, he stomps on it rather ineffectually (it squish!) before kicking it to the side. yikes. maybe he's just stressed...]


▶ jaws iv, prompt b.
[the rabbit encampment is more familiar fare for francel, at least. beastmen, greenery, crystals, outdoor springs — all of this is far more like what he's used to, and in spite of a natural disinclination towards public nudity, he's much happier to be bathing in the springs than he was on board the transport vessel.

as such, feel free to stumble across a blond elf-looking man relaxing in the spring. he's... not really going to do or say anything of interest unprompted, but he looks absolutely transfixed by the local chinchillas, and if he doesn't think he's being watched, he might just reach out to touch one — only to have it turn disdainfully away from him and scurry off into the foliage. aw. figures...]



▶ free real estate, prompt b.
[though francel may not understand... most of what goes on in lunatia, he knows what a discount is, at least, and while a sale doesn't seem to him like appropriate compensation for the various incidents that plagued his journey to the city, there's no sense in not at least investigating it. he's, uh, sorely disappointed, though, as neither maiden sweaters nor vibrating leggings are on his list of things he'd like to wear (he's clad in a rather frilly green ensemble at the moment) — all things considered, though, he's more displeased by the bright iridescent colors than by the clothes themselves. if you happen to catch him while he's heaving a slightly exasperated sigh, he may turn to you and ask:]

Would you happen to know where I might find attire less... gaudy?
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Gen Asagiri | Dr. Stone

[personal profile] slyguy 2019-09-08 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
It's Free Real Estate

A

[After just a short time on Prismatica, Gen is a man of many desires. This isn't some Moonblessing-inspired horniness. No, he wants all the modern conveniences and delicious food and drink they could only approximate in the stone world. For that, he needs Chroma.

And for that, he needs to find a mark, so he's standing in the hallway of an apartment building or on a street corner or sidling up to someone in a store and waiting for the right moment to catch their attention.]


You look like something's troubling you.

[If it's more appropriate to the passerby's mood, he'll change the introduction to his pitch to Things are really going your way, aren't they? But will it last?]

Let the esteemed mentalist Gen Asagiri whose legend endured for over 3,000 years [Not technically a lie.] read your palm and answer all your questions.

[He holds out his hand to nudge things along.]

B

[There's no way he's buying into a gimmick that sounds too good to be true without testing it out. If it's true, though, these are useful pieces to have in his arsenal.

Other shoppers may run into Gen trying on everything. Cycling through butt, bulge, and even non-existent decolletage enhancing. Touching his legs to see how far the vibrations transfer. Stretching or bending over while wearing the zapping-enabled maiden sweater to try to entice someone to touch...]
Edited 2019-09-08 04:00 (UTC)
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Líadan Ní Donnabháin | Original | Iris

[personal profile] leadintheyoung 2019-09-08 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
▶ KEEP ALL HANDS AND FEET INSIDE THE BURNING VEHICLE AT ALL TIMES

[A] ARRIVAL

[ "Roam" is one way of putting exactly what it is that Líadan is doing at the moment if, by "roam," one means bounding with all the enthusiasm of a child deposited without limit in a candy store throughout the government center, and with no shortage of curiosity concerning every conceivable facet about the place and people bustling about therein. It's a small wonder the medical staff managed to get her to sit still long as they did, really. As fast as she moves, her cloak whips behind her once and then again as she slides across the floor in turning on her heel to point out the nearest and likely extremely mundane technological advancement to the nearest stranger. Is it a vending machine? A fireless light sustained by some construct? Some form of medical equipment because the long she's sat still is while grilling the medical staff not so much about her circumstances beyond the narrative, but their medical advancements.

Tbh, it could also be the knock off ho-ho your character might be eating. ]


Sorry, what's that?

[ Funnily enough, the accent that clings to her voice may very well sound something like some older dialect of Irish should your character be Earth savvy. ]

[B]
[ Most people, when faced with an eminent crash and emergency landing, likely would soil themselves, maybe hold the hand of the person nearest them, get one last good smooch in, and, or scream questionably senselessly. Most people aren't Lí, who'd been among the first to abandon the figurative safety belts for how utterly restless she'd become throughout the course of the film and quite literally leap into highly uncertain action that's mostly highly uncertain because the grade of everything about this technology is good and over her head.

Small fires and colorful critters not so much and it's a piercing whistle that erupts from between the fingers pressed to her lips. A snake crafted from ice chases the sound and strikes the heart of a swarm of approaching jellyfish, upon which the ice rapidly hisses in overtaking the bunch and causing the clump to fall over. ]


That was close. Are you well?

[ And yet, she's smiling? As she only just now turns her eyes on the individual on whose behalf she had intervened? Or was she just having a ball with all this? At the very least, she looks rather pleased despite the soon to be encroaching number of jellyfish gathering around her. ]

▶ JAWS IV: JAWS HARDER

[A] FEED THE LIONS IG

[ She had been quick to offer what healing spells she knew to the injured, singing spells to knit flesh and spur the body's recovery rate. That should she feel so tired is, frankly, bizarre for the volume of what she's done, but there she sits with her head leaned in her hand gazing too attentively at the distant waves with yet another question on the very tip of her tongue. She doesn't get a chance to put forward for the teeth that sink into the side boat and if that doesn't draw a grin and light her eyes despite how tired she feels. ]

Well? Would you like to handle it or shall I? Your guess is as good as mine.

[ About how to handle it, whatever it is, and if you don't think she won't punch a sea lion in the face, you're terribly mistaken. ]

▶ IT’S FREE REAL-ESTATE

[A] AND THEN THEY WERE ROOMMATES

[ It's taken Líadan a ridiculous amount of time to choose a unit. Try a span of a few days, during which she's been all over Lunatia with something akin to reckless abandon because the city in its entirety is nothing short of fascinating and curiosity demands its pound of flesh. To her knowledge, no one had been present upon entering and so, she had settled about exploring the place with no less curiosity than she'd arrived on the moon. Said curiosity eventually leads her to the kitchen, where she finds a number of fascinating devices.

Pick one and that's what she's likely knocking on and, or pressing the buttons about when your character happens upon her. ]


What purpose might such a construct might serve? And in this room?

▶ WILD CARD
[ Looking for something else? Hit me with a starter or find me on plurk @ [plurk.com profile] c_anon and we can plot something out! I'm easy. ***Info is in the journal over here btw. ]
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