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TEST DRIVE: DECEMBER

— TEST DRIVE: DECEMBER—

Welcome to

empatheias' test drive meme. This test drive is to help interested players test their characters in the game's environment. We've included a few prompts that incorporate specific elements of the game, though you'll find all of them have a lot of leeway for players to get as creative as necessary. Before diving in, here are a few things we'd like to remind everyone about the game in general:

Date reminders. Reserves open Thursday, November 24 and Applications (Canon | OC) open Thursday, December 1st.
OC Reminder! Just a quick reminder that original characters are allowed. Those interested can also use the test drive. OCs do not need to be reserved.
Emotions are key! Empatheias' premise focuses on how anyone's emotions can affect their environment, be it big or small. While not every emotion will cause a reaction, significant ones definitely will. How much effect a character will have will ultimately be up to you, the player. Also, while we're giving a lot of leeway for the test drive, keep in mind that there will be some limits in the actual game.
Everyone has an amulet. All characters have a unique amulet that is specialized for them. It will contain all of their emotion drops and it serves as the network device. Remember, communication is telepathic. Otherwise, it works basically the same.
Assume the character is already in the game. Because "OMG WHERE AM I IS THIS REAL LIFE" threads aren't going to be very helpful in this test drive! Plus those are going to happen in-game, anyway. So to make things easier, just assume that they've been around at least a week or so. Still learning the ropes, but not a complete "first day" experience.
First or third person allowed. Your threads can be in either first or third, but we'd advise being flexible about it. Remember, these threads can also be used in your application for samples! Reminder: We only require one sample and it can be done in either format. We have also made a change to our sample requirements, so look over the Applications page!

Now with that out of the way, here are some prompts you guys can work from!

PROMPTS

• Prompt A: How about giving the emotions a try?

• Prompt B: Refer to the Task Board and choose a task your character may be interested in taking up. For this prompt, you could have your character ask for help, already be in the middle of the job, or react to it in some way. Perhaps they were an unfortunate victim or want to create a job countering an existing one. You could even have a prompt making a job request. Creating jobs for the purpose of the test drive is absolutely doable.

• Prompt C: How about giving the amulets a go? Start a telepathic conversation and see how it works. Remember, the amulets are sending out the owner's thoughts so might want to be careful about how the stream of consciousness goes...

• Prompt D: The Boreas Harvest Festival is in full swing, but like its previous iterations, things aren’t exactly going as smoothly as they should.

Bouncing bounties. It seems the locals’ anticipation is affecting their products and grange displays—watch out for any excitable fruits and vegetables that might be jumping around! Or maybe you could help catch them and return them to their displays.
Giant pumpkin vines. Some children wanted a really big pumpkin and hoped and danced with all their might, but that led to not only making a huge pumpkin that's now rolling all over the field, but huge vines as well. But they're mischievous things, aiming not to hurt but just pull pranks, like drag people down or hold them up upside-down.
Smells like feet. It seems some people are rushing to ripen their products to their peak—which seems to be pushing them into overripe and even plain-out rotten territory. Not to mention the fact that if the larger vegetables are moved even slightly, they’ll explode and get slimy, gross veggie guts on everyone who’s around…

• Prompt E: A few intrepid jewelers are interested in the jaded water that can be found in the jungle below, so take a trip to the surface with your fellow Otherworlders while the excursion still has funds and check it out! Just be careful; the area’s rife with negativity and bad mojo, among other things…

Plants vs. Everything Else. The vines hanging around are ready to catch on people’s arms and legs, stopping them from continuing ahead… or from going home. This land seems to be mighty possessive after so long of being abandoned and doesn’t want anyone to leave, not again. There’s flowers and giant pitcher plants that’ll do the same thing too, with the latter definitely being more dangerous, seeing as they’re big enough to catch a whole human.
Pools of jade. After a few right turns, there’ll be a wide area of pools waterfalling into each other… or they would be, if they were moving. There’s shards from them scattered near the banks; picking them up will trigger a thought of something you’re jealous of, and if you turn around, chances are the jaded pools are going to be showing glimpses of that, too. If you’re pulled into them, the jade’ll start creeping up on you, so watch out and find something (or someone) to appreciate!

• Prompt F: Stuffed animals have always been popular around the island, especially since they usually respond and move to emotions. The dunamis users of Shaarnath and the perfomancy artists of Theastai would like to combine all three elements to put on a special "puppet" show. But they need volunteers and those willing to learn.

Make those furry butts wiggle! One of the greatest challenges is making the stuffed animals dance in a way that doesn't make them look like creepy possessed dolls. Perfomancy artists will suggest channeling fun, positive emotions and perhaps even try dancing yourself. It's more likely the stuff animal will mimic the movement.
Test of flight. There are a few bird plushies that are to fly around the stage. This can be more difficult to achieve and requires great concentration and a free spirit type personality to succeed. The loftier the hopes and dreamy thoughts one has, the higher they will go. But heavy thoughts will just keep the birds grounded.
Not the stuffing! On a less emotionally driven side, these little plushies will get worn from use. They may even limp and seem as if in pain. A bit of new stuffing, needlework, and perhaps a little kiss on the nose will make it feel better! ...And maybe make you look a little weird, but tender loving care, right?

• Prompt G: Make your own! It could include thumbtacks and/or bowling balls.

For your threads, put the Character Name and the Canon in the subject line to help readily identify them. You're also welcome to use more than one prompt for respondents to choose from. If you have any questions or want to brush up on the game information, refer to the Game Information entry. Otherwise, tag around and have fun!

Threaded | Flat

Prompt C

[As a young girl looked at a certain item before her, she didn't know how to feel. The more that she stared at it, the more she gave a small pout. Perhaps it was her journey in Gravity Falls that made her second guess what it was or perhaps she couldn't believe such an item could exist.

...Or perhaps she was trying way too hard to focus and she couldn't even hear her own thoughts. Regardless, should anyone listen, they might hear her singing a certain song in her head while she focuses some more]

Prompt D - Bouncing bounties

[You know that Mabel wasn't going to go anywhere when excitement was just around the corner! While some might fear the fruits and vegetables running around, Mabel sure wasn't! In fact, she was having the time of her life!]

Okay, hold still! We can't get you all pretty and painted for everyone to see if you keep on moving! We just need to add on some stickers and boom! You'll be the prettiest pumpkin for everyone to see, Princess Pumperstickers!

[Why no, don't mind a young girl with a whole bunch of fruit and vegetables around her. And also don't mind how they're all painted in glitter and stickers all around them too.

This is just a normal everyday thing in this fair place]

Prompt F - Not the stuffing!

[What's this? Some stuffed animals needs some tender loving care? Why Mabel was totally up for the job!]

Now don't you worry, Fluffy Buttertail, I'll make you all better in no time! Just gotta make sure that I find the bestest color thread for you and you'll be set!

[Granted, that was going to be a bigger problem than she thought when there were so many stuffed animals hovering all around her. That and with so much thread being all tangled up, that might proved to be a problem.

....And the fact that she just refuses to let go of her arm full of stuffed animals. Hey, they were too adorable not to hug okay?]

Prompt - G

[Don't ask why Mabel thought of using her leftover paint to make bunnies out of bowling balls. Just don't]

[Alararinna herself isn't projecting anything -- one learns to protect their thoughts easily when there's so many enemies that can draw things from your mind -- but there's still a gravelly voice echoing about, coldness clawing through with each word.]

Look at you, so alone. But you're used to that, aren't you? Always so, so alone. Where are you? What are you going to do? We're still coming, that hasn't changed; you've just given us a new world to destroy, just like we're going to destroy yours.

[The woman seems to be able to hear the voice too, judging be the green fire that smolders in her steps. But her face is otherwise impassive.]

E - Jaded Pools

[The jungle reminds her of Val'sharah, in the forefront of her mind, so think and dangerous with its plantlife. That had been infected with the Nightmare, however, and she has half a mind to think that would be the case here if it had the black and red coloring that infected the land back in her world.

But it doesn't, so it's just very lively plantlife, and that's normal.

The jaded pools are gorgeous, even to her blinded eyes. Alararinna sheathes her Aldarachi Warblades and treads towards them warily, kneeling down to pick to one of the shards and dropping it with a flinch as the thought strikes her -- You belong nowhere now.

The pool shows a beautiful land of trees and people similar to her, but with no tattoos, no green marks breaking through their skin, no scales pushing through, and no horns curling around their heads. They seem a peaceful people, and though there's ones who are notably guards prowling around on large sabers it's clear this is a happy society at the moment; they chat voicelessly to one another and move on. Alararinna watches the night elves -- her people, the ones who hated her so for her decision, and pressed her clawed hand onto the pool.]

Whatever you're showing me, demon, doesn't matter to me. [Her voice is noticeably... off, so to say, like there's something else within it.] I sacrificed everything for them. I gained power to protect them. Belonging somewhere matters not if the world is destroyed before then.

[Still, she hasn't seemed to notice there's jade working its way up her heels until she stands and tries to move, wrenching at her leg. Dark-green wings, leathery as a bat's, push out from her shoulders as she tries again with a new force.]

What the-- I'll shatter you!

[But the lime-green flames that burst around her don't break the jade, nor do they stop its ascent.]

Wildcard

[She's chosen to perch on the roofs today, stepping agilely on them and crossing distances she can't jump with her fel-stained wings, keeping ever-vigilant for demons and disturbances. Maybe her shadow passes over you, maybe the sight of her large bat-like wings catches your eye, who knows. She's a strange sight though, isn't she.]

[Prompt C - Amulet: Curious & Pleased]

[There is no image of a person or anything like that. Just roof tops. Root tops swiftly streaking by, or a long jump and a landing else where, and so on. Someone is running with his amulet. A very thick Japanese accent, deep and careful can be heard.]

It has taken me a week to understand this crystal better. Now I get it. Storage for emotions but also assisting in communications.

Telepathic as well.

Does that not cause problems for people? The invasiveness of it. I suppose it is quicker this way.

[the image stops and is a view of a setting sun from the top of a very tall building. A feeling of pleasure comes from the image.]

Being able to see sights like this is a positive at least.

[Prompt D - Giant Pumpkin Vines: Confused & Calm]

[He's upside down.]

[Upside down with one leg held by a vine wrapped around his ankle and all the way down to his knee, holding him there. His other leg is bent, as if he were seated for meditation, and his back is straight, arms folded over his chest. This was not how he intended to end up, and as much as he could just hack the vine in two and free himself, he didn't want to harm it.]

[Which meant he was taking this moment to focus. Concentrate. Meditate a bit. Calm his mind and his spirit and wait it out. Perhaps the vines would let him go is he stayed calm. Though there was a giant … rolling pumpkin? That was worth keeping an eye on.]

[The thing was.. As calm as he was staying, little vines reached up to try and tickle him. Wiggling in at his sides or behind his neck and such.]

Please stop that. [he said calmly, reaching a hand back to swat at one vine.] I do not wish to have to cut you.

[Prompt F - Not the Stuffing: At Peace & Delighted]

[Genji really isn’t sure HOW he ended up over here, but he had gone from watching people move inanimate objects to watching one limp away as if it were in pain. Oh, that’s how he got here. He had gone to try and help the creature, and yet it wasn’t a real creature. It's leg appeared to have lost it’s stitching and stuffing was coming out of it.]

[So there he sat, legs folded as if in meditation, and four stuffed animals draped over his legs and knees, and one bird hanging over his shoulder. He was stitching closed one creature, now re stuffed and being mended.]

[Kissing them on the nose wouldn’t really work though, but a bonk from his face plate would have to do. Not that he would do that when anyone was watching. Instead he sat there in silence, mending plush toys and trying to ignore the tiny bubbles that floated around him. Maybe it was his mood. He felt… happy about helping the little plush toys.]

[Maybe they only moved because emotions, but he could feel for them nonetheless.]

[Prompt G - Thumbtacks: Amused & Devious]

[Thumbtacks. There was a road full of them. A box of them had been overturned on stone streets and the tiny little shiny tacks were scattered, all glistening in the light. The girl who lost her load was in such a hurry that she asked the first person she saw to please keep an eye on them. That she would be back in a moment, but not to let anyone get hurt.]

[Genji was that person.]

[The cyborg ninja had carefully made a small circle in the center of it all to stand in, both feet planted there and his hands clapped together, head bowed. There was a smile hidden on his scarred lips behind that face plate. To anyone who came near he would hold one hand up, asking them to stop.]

I challenge you! Who ever can reach me without pricking their fingers or breaking the tacks will earn a surprise. [His thick accent spoke clearly. There had been a couple of locals who had tried, simply by trying to pick up tacks, but they realized he was having them pick the tacks up for the girl and stopped. Whoops.]

[Will you take up his challenge? Or will you just mock him for his little game?]

Prompt A

It had been days since he had gotten here, and yet very little made any sense at all still. One would suggest that time would bring clarity, but in Anakin's case it much rather made him more confused. And that perpetual veil of darkness literally hanging about him didn't exactly help. It only irritated him more.

It was with grim determination that he strode through the many streets of Verens. What he was lacking, however, was an actual goal. He moved simply for the sake of moving. It didn't exactly help to clear his head or make that dark veil born from his own irritation fade away, but as long as he moved he could pretend he still had a purpose. A mission. Something else to occupy himself with than his own thoughts and that recurring insecurity about who or what he even was anymore.

And as he kept moving, hurrying, fleeing from something he couldn't even name, Anakin - or was it Vader by now? - and that thickening veil of darkness trailing along his person may not have been paying as much attention to where he was going as he should have.

Prompt D-1

The excited cucumber that suddenly jumped into Anakin's face was neatly sliced in two by the blue energy blade of his lightsaber before both pieces fell to the ground in front of the boots of a suddenly very dumbfounded looking former Jedi.

What. Was. That?

He barely had time to finish thinking that question when an entire horde of pumpkins, tomatoes and various other vegetables and fruits suddenly came bouncing his way with not the barest sign of fear regarding his weapon. In fact, they hardly even seemed to notice him and just happily bounced past him, leaving Anakin to frown and blink in growing confusion, lightsaber still in hand and ignited as his mind was still occupied with processing the situation.

"...what...?"

Prompt F-2

This young man here was sitting cross-legged on the ground, hands on his knees and a very, very serious expression directed at a small, stuffed bird toy lying on the floor in front of him. And he just kept glaring at the stuffed animal. Because of course that would do the trick, wouldn't it?

He snarled angrily and buried one of his hand in his hair. An effort of will rather than his emotions shoved the plush bird away forcefully and Anakin got to his feet, ready to simply leave. He shouldn't have agreed to this in the first place.

[[ ooc: Canon-point is just before the purge of the Jedi Temple, which makes this Anakin a bit of an irritated pre-bbq fledgeling Vader. Because Obi-Wan can't have nice things. ]]

( PROMPT E; Plant vs. Everything Else )

[ It would be wise to never abandon the healer. Where things go south, you'll certainly need one. Of course anything can happen in a situation and unfortunately this one finds herself having been separated from the group.

There's a light curse from her. ] Verdammt. [ At least there doesn't seem too much to worry about. She's certain she can find her way back, or perhaps even send out a call for anyone in the area.

Her thoughts are interrupted short from a brief descend down as some vines reach out and tangle themselves suddenly around her and the wings of her Valkyrie suit. Which she yelps out in surprise and struggles to free herself with. She can save herself if she suddenly gets dropped down but there's no way she's gonna be getting out of this herself. Not when her pistol is just barely out of reach.

So there may be a distressed telepathic call to anyone nearby. ] I could use some assistance!

[ Why the plantlife is behaving this way here is beyond her, but she does make note the hold isn't deathgripping or even seeming to hold her tightly enough to cause harm. It almost feels... clingy? ]

( PROMPT F; Not the stuffing! )

[ Now, as a doctor she wouldn't have believed that something with emotional input would repair things. Something like a plush would logically need repairing with needles, stuffing, stitches. That's just how the world is. This world is different, however. She's come to learn and understand.

So gingerly picking up the overused plush to press a chaste kiss to the nose and actually seeing the results of that making it better was amazing. Some neat needlework should just been the end of it but to see how a kiss turned it even all the more better was interesting.

She doesn't think it'll work the same for actual people, not really. But that's what her staff is for. As for plushies, she'll gently set one down only to.. find some more near her. Oh dear. A little help? ]

( PROMPT WILDCARD; Anything goes )

[ feel free to come at me with any of these prompts or anything else! ]

B || Special Delivery!

Working as a courier wasn’t exactly something that Hera was a stranger to.
It was an odd job to help feed the crew, a task for the Rebellion, and now? She was just glad to be carting legal cargo across the wide plain of the island in the beat up old hoverbike -regular bike? It had wheels that connected it to the ground instead of antigrav technology- with a sidecar full of goodies from the world below.

It wasn’t exactly a difficult job, just a long one, and it paid well enough. Still, when she actually got to Verens, it was always difficult to navigate. Like the great city canyons of worlds like Coruscant, you needed something that could float to really get where you needed to go in a hurry. And until she’d lived in Verens long enough? For now, she’d need directions.

“Excuse me!” She calls over the roar of the ~~hover~~bike, pulling her goggles up from her face. She knows she must look a mess, her worker’s jumpsuit and leather vest covered in dust from travelling across the plain.

“I’m looking for Clocktower Street. I have a delivery to make?” She gives the stranger her best smile.
“Think you could help a girl out?”

D-2 || It’s Alive!!!
She certainly didn’t like this one bit. The things looked like Pumpkins from the moons of Endor. Good enough, she supposed, but the fact that they were sentient made her lekku crawl and squirm together uncomfortably. Well, seemingly sentient, if the gigantic rolling pumpkin being chased about by human children in the middle of the field was any indication.

Hera’s not paying much attention as she leans back against the fence, trying to fiddle with her commlink to see if she can pick up a signal from anyone. Nothing. Nothing but radio static. She doesn’t even notice as a vine slowly slithers up until it wraps itself around one of her lekku and yanks her back into the field, a pained gasp and a sharp shout coming from her mouth.

Her blaster is on her boot, and although she had promised not to use it while in civilian range, she’s under attack and she reacts first. Only another vine yanks her up by the boot, dangling her upside down.
“Hey!” She shouts, trying to hoist herself up to grab at the blaster.
“Put me down you-! HEY!” She spots a stranger passing by, near the fence of the field, and shouts to try and get their attention.
“Hey, I need your help, cut me down-!”

F-2 || Wings of the Master
Flying came naturally to her. There was something about the thrill of being in the air, the knowledge that she was kilometers above the ground, that made her feel light as a feather. That was the feeling she focused on as she tried to make the small stuffed birds around her take wing. It was something akin to the force, she imagined- channeling positive feelings into the web around you to make a positive reaction, or negative for the same effect. But her gloved hands cup the little stuffed birds and she closes her eyes, trying to remember what it feels like to fly.

In her mind, she’s sitting in the cockpit of the Ghost. She can see the plains of Lothal, or the crystalline moon of Cynda, or any of the other hundreds of planets and moons and stars she’s passed, and it all stretches across her viewport as far as she can see. The hum of the engines rumbles in her palms, the yoke is molded perfectly to her hands, and she can’t help the grin as she dives, rolls over, takes evasive maneuvers to dodge invisible enemies.

In the sky, she’s at home. Which is why, she supposes, when she opens her eyes, she’s floating well into the rafters of the stage.
“Oh, dear, this is… embarrassing.” She grabs at the rafters with gloved fingers, trying to keep herself from floating off any higher. Someone else should be along to help with the show soon, right?

“Excuse me! Could you get a ladder?” She calls down when she hears footsteps. “Or a lead weight. I’m not picky.”

▪ C - "Can you Hear Me Now?"

[The majority of thoughts initially broadcast were...clearly unintentional. Half-whispers of incomplete thoughts, often interjecting one another as a new concept or perspective would come into play.]

[The word "amulet" would be echoed often and with great emphasis. Following by phases such as "familiar", "similar", or even "special." For all his semi-incoherency, however, the young boy seemed to be quite focused in his thoughts. Curious. Drawn more by the mystery of the object in his possession and the mysteries behind its purpose and usage than the realization that he had already been broadcasting for several seconds before a conscious attempt was made.]

I wonder...if it's really that simple?

[Apparently, it is.]

▪ D2 - The ~~Mighty Ducks~~ Great Pumpkin's Revenge.

[Bruce was not amused.]

[To be fair, this wasn't the first time he'd been Bruce-napped. Although it was the first time the perpetrator was actually a giant pumpkin vine. One that, if he didn't know better, he would believe seemed a little too pleased with itself for having captured the boy in its leafy hold. He didn't even know where to begin with that line of thought.]

[So instead, he returned to not being amused as he attempted to assess his current situation. Unceremoniously sprawled out on the floor, with thick vines wrapped around his entire torso and upper legs, he could really only move his head and kick his feet at the moment. Wiggle room was almost non-existant. Sure, he could have shouted for help, but that seemed so...undignified. As if there were any dignity left to save at this point.]

Please...whoever you are...I'm sure we can come to some reasonable agreement.

[He was negotiating with a pumpkin now. Or trying to. And failing miserably in the process.]

[The only silver lining to all of this was that Selina wasn't here to see him. He'd literally never hear the end of it.]

At least explain what it is you want with me.

▪ F2 - Take These Broken Wings...

[Bruce stared blankly at the collection of plushies scattered around him.]

[The collection of plushes stared back. Unmoving.]

[After several more seconds of their impromptu staring contest, Bruce let out a sigh almost as heavy as the thoughts that really did seem to be weighing his current assignment to the ground.]

This isn't working.

D-2: Once upon a vine

The pumpkin vines caught Ezra off guard the first time.

The second and third time? Tenth and eleventh?

Twentieth?

Hah, not on your life! Sure, he might not be from a world where there's much in the way of sentient plants, but if one wants to challenge him, who's he to turn it down? Grinning wildly as he ducks and dodges flailing vines and green leaves, Ezra Bridger is absolutely not playing with the plants like all the other kids in the field. This is totally serious Jedi training here, honing his skills at avoiding attacks and predicting enemy movements. Don't let his laughter fool you.

Care to join in? Comment on the teenager's antics from the sides? Or maybe you won't be so lucky at dodging the pumpkin vines, even if you weren't intending to have any part in this at all.

F-3: Who thought this was a good idea?

When Ezra signed up to help with the theater, this wasn't what he'd been envisioning. Turns out they already had plenty of people to help animate the puppets. What they needed was people to help repair the damage done afterward.

Sure, I can do that, Ezra grumpily recalls offering, because he'd needed the money for rent and food. Can't be much different from patching up droids or doing ship repairs, right?

Anyone passing by and hearing him swear as he pricks his finger with the needle again will have no trouble figuring out that this isn't what he's used to at all.

More prompts!

At the previous TDM, because I didn't realize this one was going up so soon.

Wild card!

Give me a prompt of your own and let's go!

[Prompt D-1 - Why did it have to be tomatoes]

[There's undisguised wonder in Elle's eyes as she walks around the festival, taking the time to experience the various sights around her. It isn't the harvest as much as it's the emotional magic around, which is both foreign and fascinating to her, given how there isn't much of magic in Elympios to begin with. Anyone looking at Elle then would be seeing some sparkles around her, and perhaps some literal twinkles in her eyes as the atmosphere of excitement gets to her.

But, as good things were wont to do, this emotion is to come to a sad and bitter end. In, of course, the most brutal way possible.]

Aaaaaaaaaaaugh!!

[A scream escapes her as nearby vegetables begin to jump around without warning.

She ends up crouching, shuddering and covering her head as they began to surround her in a frenzy as they bounced about.

The worst part? They had to be tomatoes, of all things.]

Get away! Get away from me, stupid tomatoes!!

[For some reason or the other, her fear and hate only serve to further excite the vegetables around her, which continue to hop about even as they bruise themselves in the act. Elle clearly needs help, and maybe so do the tomatoes.]

[Prompt F-3 - Do Life Bottles work on stuffed animals]

[Elle doesn't quite have the proper mental state to handle dunamis, but she does have enough love to go around for the stuffed animals being used in the play, which is why she's happy to attend to backstage duty, which is basically hugging the creatures back to life.

But when hugging and love is no longer enough and the stuffing starts to come out, she falls back to doing what she does best...

...Which is looking for someone else to do the work for her.]

Hey, can you sew back Mr. Bear's side? His stuffing is coming out.

[She pushes the stuffed animal and a small box of sewing tools towards her unwitting companion with an expectant look on her face. You don't want to disappoint her now, do you?]

[Prompt G]

[Feel free to hit me up with something else! Like maybe Elle and Rollo wandering around Merchant's Square, that kind of thing.]

Prompt D-1 : Bouncing Bounties

The Guardian wanted to explore more of the town that he had landed in. Exploring was such a neat way to learn about any kind of planet. If there was a way to continue to use the Ghost as a scanner he would The Ghost probably would find all sorts of information. However, without a proper link connection it'll probably never be fully functional. This place was strange. There were times where things would get too hot mostly when he became frustrated. It just didn't make sense. He wasn't using his Light in any way either. His abilities don't need to be used unless there was a fight about to happen. As he wondered around he came across an interesting sight. Fruit were bouncing out of their displays and leaping away from others trying to catch them.

A smile begins to pull on his light blue lips. Jumping around was a speciality of his. He would be the best Guardian around. Not a second later, he was gliding up in the air and over the next fruit that decided to jump up. The Guardian catches several fruit just by gliding in the air. It would look as if he's just floating through it before he lands on the ground to put the fruits back in their proper displays. At least he doesn't have to worry about jumping onto a back of an enemy to damage them. The Guardian wasn't jumping around carrying a canon to save lives too. He can at least try to have some fun with this. The locals can be entertained by him making random dunks.

The Guardian runs a bit before jumping normally up in the air catching an apple before tossing it towards the display. There's a moment where he stops and nods over at the nearest person.

"Hey! Toss me that fruit over there! I'll put it back. Maybe a little bit of teamwork will get the job completed faster."

( option c. ) [ There's no point that this would catch Sombra's attention -- having to use an amulet to talk to people. There's no radio, nothing that requires a power source other than ones own mind. How interesting it is for her seeing that there's nothing she can do to hack into it. ]

Does anyone get to hear this? Or just certain people if you think about them?

( option e.1 ) [ These plants here aren't protected or anything, right? You better hope so as Sombra is using her gun to shot at the ones that have caught her. A slightly annoyed sigh slips out and she finds herself need to backtrack a little.

But there's a playful smirk on her lips, calling out to whoever is nearby. ]

Hey. Do you want to play a game?

( option f.1 ) [ Using emotions to make the toys move. It sounds easy enough and feeling how carefree and happy-go she is, it isn't too hard for her to do. The movements are slightly stiff, but that's because Sombra isn't going to get up and dance.

At least, she won't be doing it by herself. It's a lot more fun with a partner after all. ]

Prompt C: Check check Mic check

[There is a sense of unease, the phantom sensation of adrenaline as the woman focuses on the crystal. Flashes of questions seem to thrum like the whine of electricity in the air: 'cuantos?', 'Quien escucha?' 'dónde está?'. All that seems to be visible is the night sky, stars flickering as the voice is heard, womanly and mildly accented with spanish.]

They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, yeah? So what’s something from home you miss? Something that you maybe took for granted?

[Prompt D: Vines got me tripping, Stumbling]

[Sombra was more even keeled than people generally gave her credit for. However, that was in a world where she had a better handle on things than most world leaders.

Here, the hacker was hanging upside-down, held aloft by a pair of vines that wrapped from her ankles to her knees. She’d struggled and growled, clawing at her restraints with a near-paragraph of Spanish swearing. She struggled in cycles, it seemed and finally she flopped back upside-down, huffing in frustration.]

Odio este maldito lugar y son estúpidas malditas plantas.

[Give her a hand. Or maybe laugh at her.]

Prompt E: Pitcher plant vs Hacker

[Sombra would say hello, but she's a little busy trying to figure out where her life went wrong.

And screaming. Lots of screaming.

This was supposed to be a simple job. Follow orders, maybe collect an extra crystal for research purposes and get out. Then there was the pitcher plant. Arms and legs spread eagle, it was the only way to keep the plant from swallowing her whole as vines poked and prodded at her sides.]

Prompt C:

It was strange, to be told something you thought was long dead was in fact alive and...well perhaps not 'well' but functional. Yvian had long believed her emotions had gone the way of her heartbeat, but they were there...if the amulet was to be believed. It wasn't much, and it certainly didn't seem to be filling with any great speed but they were there all the same.

A splash of delight. A spark of anger. A drop of sorrow.

Finding a convenient place to sit she wrapped both hands around the amulet and closed her eyes.

"Does anyone hear me? Is it true I'm not the only one here from another world? Do the amulets show everyones feelings? Haveyoubeenherelong?Whatisthisplace?"

Thoughts, questions and confusions ran together into a sort of white noise that followed her more coherent questions, blasted out onto the network.

Prompt D: Tyrannosaurachnid

This was supposed to have been easy. She'd known the creature was supposed to be small and quick, and that it was to be relocated without being harmed. Her frost powers should have been enough, a patch of ice here, a howling blast there and one caught critter.

Instead her booted feet slipped, for what felt like the hundredth time, on a patch of her own ice and pitched the increasingly irate Death Knight to the ground in a heap. Pushing up on one elbow her glowing eyes flashed.

"When I catch you, you little..."

Edited 2016-11-21 05:08 (UTC)

Prompt B [ST1105, or, How To Enrage Your Dragon]

This was a job almost too good to be true for the princess. Inhospitable climate? Check- even if home was actually even worse than this green excuse for a desert. Dangerous wildlife? Check- still not sure what exactly a dragon was, but everyone seemed convinced they weren't to be taken lightly and were, in fact, quite dangerous. Chance for personal gain? Double check! The coin would be nice, but the chance to end up with a few dangerous beasts of her own should she "fail" to bring back all of the eggs was a nice bonus. If they were as ferocious as she'd hoped, it could easily be the fourth or even third best gift she could think of!

Naturally, that's where her mind was as she tried her absolute best to quietly approach the nest. That part, she managed to pull off- no mean feat, considering the princess was about eight feet and several hundred pounds of armor-clad alien muscle. But had she bothered to stop focusing on the payoff and more on the current situation, well...she might have remembered that it was actually quite difficult to hide someone like her out here in the middle of a desert. And more importantly, that it wasn't likely that the creature responsible for the nest would take such an intruder lightly.

And she really can't help but wince as an ear-splitting reptilian shriek from somewhere entirely too close reminds her of that fact. When she turns to investigate, she can't help but feel a little disappointed- she thought the creature she was supposed to be on the lookout for was going to be bigger. It wasn't exactly small, but she'd gone and hyped herself up too much. She suddenly found herself much less enthusiastic at the prospect of getting a few of her own. Especially since this one seemed to do little more than aggressively posture and hiss at her. And what was the point of such a threat display if there was no threat to back it up?

"Is that all? I had expecte-"

Aaaand thanks to Looma's insistance on poking the proverbial bear, that dismissal quickly turned into a pained grunt as the creature lunged into her. And another shortly thereafter, as that particular lunge managed to hit with enough force to take her off her feet and crashing right into a rocky outcropping behind her. This 'dragon' wasn't foolish, either- it leapt off her in time to avoid a retaliatory swing of her fists, but judging from the way it was keeping her front and center as it circled back around toward the nest it wasn't about to just leave either. Then again, neither was Looma. And she was all smiles as rose up off the ground, warhammer now in hand.

"Ooooooooh, now I really want one. Maybe two!"

Someone, anyone, save this girl from making any more poor decisions this day. Like, say, trying to solo a freaking dragon.

Prompt C [Image]

[Congratulations everyone, someone's gone and decided to use the amulet equivalent of "Send All," and she's about as easy on the ears as an elephant's trumpet. Or, well, easy on the brain's ears...she wasn't entirely sure how these amulets worked, just that they did, and that they let her yell at all of you at once. So have a distinctly displeased looking alien warrior princess glowering at you.]

I have been informed that my holdings here may no longer be mine. And as a show of good faith, should anyone have claimed my home during my absence, I have a message. If you act quickly, I will assume you have only taken possession of what is mine to see to its proper care. And if you return it to me, all will be well.

[She's...clearly not used to being nice, but she's trying, darn it. It just doesn't last all that long, because her expression manages to sour further all too soon. And that booming voice suddenly has just a tiny bit hostility to it.]

Should you refuse, know that no amount of this world's power will be enough to fix what I will do to you.

[Yep, Looma's back, and still Looma. Frankly if she weren't so easily distracted, this ultimatum would have been made the moment she found herself on the island again. That first week was a grace period, all things considered.]

Edited 2016-11-21 05:22 (UTC)

A: 'CAUSE TODAY, I'M OFFICIALLY MISSING YOU

[After several days here, Gregory is more convinced and absolutely certain this was not the afterlife. This was fine by him; it gave him a second chance after his life was snuffed out in the prime of his career.

The only thing missing in this priceless second chance was his son.

As he walks through the streets of Verens, doing a little casual window shopping (he still thinks of what Miles would like or even enjoy from these shops; it's a habit that may never go away), anyone approaching within a few feet of him may notice the temperature of the air drop by a few degrees. It's not much, but it's noticeable. The accompanying cool breeze is sluggish and humid, seemingly carrying a weight of its own.

Gregory draws his coat more tightly around himself as he feels the light wind rippling his collar, looking very melancholy. Then he turns to the nearest person - you.]

I apologize for the chill. I believe...those are my emotions at work.

D-1: THE PARTY'S JUMPIN', JUMPIN'

[Gregory got interested in the festival, so here he is, surveying the produce. They begin to quiver, which makes him hesitate, and they all begin jumping off their tables, jiggling all around this poor lawyer. He has to dodge the vegetables lest they crash into him, swaying this way and that to avoid them.]

Oh dear - e-excuse me -

[And then they all start hopping in a circle around him. The poor guy is trying to find a way out and trying to catch a stray squash or a peppy pumpkin, but they're too fast and he's too old for these games. Plus, if he fumbles a catch, he could end up destroying someone's hard-planted work.]

D-2: I TIP MY HAT TO YOU

[Well now, one of the pumpkin vines just swooped down and snatched Gregory's fedora off his head. He whips around in time to see the vine wrapped around his hat and leaps up in an attempt to grab it, only for it to be yanked away from his grasp at the last minute.]

Hold it! [Gregory points at it with all the power of an Ace Attorney (TM)] Give that back!

[The vine is inching toward him with the hat in tow, ever so slowly...only to withdraw it before Gregory's hands can close on his fedora.

Rinse and repeat.]

F: I BELIEVE I CAN FLY

[A special puppet show, huh. With not much else to do, Gregory volunteers to help entertain the kids.

Clutching a plush seagull in his hands, he closes his eyes and thinks fondly of the only hope he wants - to see his son again. To hold him, to embrace him, to speak to him, to tell him that his father is here for him, no matter what...

He steps back and releases the gull, throwing it into the air. It soars in a wide arc, carrying Gregory's most fervent dream with it, before making a very undignified crash landing. He sighs and shrugs, before turning to the rest of the stuffed birds.]

[Hmm...I'm certain I can do better than that.]

Prompt C

[Anduin has been intrigued by the amulet and how it works. He assumes the item uses some sort of powerful magic to be able to connect the minds of everyone here through it. It's strange to hear other people talking in his head, and he hasn't gotten used to it yet, but there's one question he's curious if anyone will answer yes to. He's learned by now that people are from a variety of worlds here so...]

Pardon me, but is anyone familiar with a world called Azeroth...?

Prompt D - Bouncing bounties

[Anduin's gone to explore this Harvest Festival, finding it reminiscent of Pilgrim's Bounty from his own world. A variety of emotions are running through him as he wanders around, a feeling of excitement and freedom at the forefront for the moment. It's pleasant to be able to walk around freely and speak to whoever he wants to without any guards watching him or anyone recognizing him as royalty, to be seen as an equal to everyone else that's around, because that's how he sees himself - no better than the next just because he just so happens to be a prince. Still, he hasn't forgotten that he is a prince and that he has a duty to his people. He'll never forget that. He knows he absolutely must find a way to get back to Stormwind somehow but since there doesn't seem to be an immediate way back there, he'll do his best to help however he can here until that time comes.

That currently involves running after wayward produce and returning whatever fruits and vegetables he spots jumping off back to the displays they came from. At the current point in time, he's going after an apple, leaping forward to try and snatch it up before it gets further away... but he ends up colliding with someone else instead. He stumbles back a bit but manages to stay upright, then immediately apologizes as he reaches out to steady the other person if need be, expression concerned.]

I'm so sorry, I didn't meant to run into you. Are you alright?

PROMPT C
[ Since coming here, there's been a certain itch that Haruka has needed to have scratched and with no luck so far: she wants to drive. Fast. Very fast. So fast that the wind whips through her hair and leaves everything else behind in the distance just like back home whenever she's tearing down the streets and crossing that finish line for a win.

So, she decides to give these amulets a try. Surely someone has to know something. ]

Where's the best place to get a set of wheels around here?

[ Be it car or bike, Haruka can drive either. ]

PROMPT D-1
[ Haruka's seen a lot of things in her time but bouncing fruits and veggies? That's a new one. She narrowly dodges a couple of bouncing pumpkins barreling down the festival's path to catch up with what looks like a whole bunch of other bouncing vegetables up ahead, leaving Haruka to stand there in slight disbelief.

Of course, that's when she just so happens to be bonked on the head by a couple of overexcited tangerines who happily bounce their way off to join the pumpkins. A rub to her head, Haruka sighs a little. That kind of hurt a little. ]

Are they possessed or something?

PROMPT D-2
[ Haruka is starting to get the feeling that this isn't the most normal of festivals she's ever been to.

If it's not a bunch of bouncing fruits and veggies, it's a gigantic pumpkin that seems to be in the mood to play with the festival goers and from the looks of it, Haruka is next on the list of people it wants to "play" with.

A shot of vines out towards her, she moves out of the way quick enough to have them wrap around a lamp post instead, causing Haruka to smirk. ]

Too slow.

[ But it's the vines that come up behind her and wraps around an ankle that catches her off guard as she's hoisted up into the air upside-down. Cursing under her breath, she raises a brow to the giant pumpkin regardless of her current predicament and the passerbys staring and laughing. ]

Guess you can't take a joke, can you?

PROMPT G
[ Bowling balls. There's tons and tons of bowling balls just rolling down the street. The street would make a considerably large-sized lane for knocking some pins over but there are no pins to be knocked over and instead, the bowling balls just keep rolling down the street, bumping into everything and everyone that gets in their way.

It's at the last second when Haruka catches sight of a couple bowling balls making their way towards someone who doesn't seem to be paying attention and if it doesn't hurt to have a bowling ball knock into your ankles, it's sure to hurt when you end up on your butt. ]

Hey, watch out!

There have been reports of strange shadowy figures and rustling near the teleporter. Help investigate!

Did someone say "mystery?" Cause I think someone said "Mystery." Battler is already there.

He pushes past the dense brush and kneels down towards a large footprint, crumbling some of the dirt under it between his fingers, frowning. If possible, he'd like to rule out "a wizard did it" as soon as possible, or at least limit it to the kind of wizardry from this world that could be sifted, measured, and analyzed. Let's see how long that lasts!

[ C ]

[She’s not too sure how well this will go… To have other voices in her head sound strange. But her uncertainty is mixed with curiosity.

She takes a small breath. Here goes.

Beginning with an image, one will see a young lady with a white and red mage robe on. Her hood is pulled up.]

Hello. I’m looking for some friends... Where is the best place to find information on the residents living here? Forgive me if this sounds strange... I hope I’m doing this correctly.

[ D ]

[The marvels of the festival intrigue her. There’s so much life and excitement and she can’t help but feel just a little giddy at all the fun.

Reaching out at a nearby stand she picks up a bright red apple. Just as she does the apple leaps from her grasp and goes bouncing into the air and across the displays.

She gasps and yelps and immediately tries to go after it.]

Oh!! Shoot, stop!!

Edited 2016-11-25 01:01 (UTC)

[Prompt C - Voice]

[It's a mixture of scientific curiosity and need that prompts Ema to try out the amulet with, of course, a very important question to ask.]

Hey! Does anyone know where I can get some luminol and fingerprint powder around here?

[Prompt F]

[Lofty thoughts, huh?

At those instructions, Ema smiles and holds up the stuffed bluebird, just knowing the right thought to make it fly. And so, thinking about how she has achieved her dream of becoming a forensic scientist, the bird slowly leaves her hands and takes off into the air. As she imagines what her luminol and powder-filled future has in store for her, it soars higher, and higher, and higher...

...until it disappears into the sky with a twinkle, probably never to be heard from again.]

Oops, [she holds a hand to her cheek, a little shocked at this turn of events,] did I go too far?

[Prompt G]

[Don't ask why Ema is dusting that park bench for fingerprints.]

• Prompt C:

[While Link certainly had people talk to him via telepathy before, this was the first time he'd ever really tried it himself.]

Um. Hello. Is anyone else from Hyrule?

❄︎ a: the cold definitely bothered her anyway
[ emotions… weiss has been repressing most of her emotions because it’s somewhat of a standard in the schnee family. to be able to use glyphs and to be able to summon, one must always be calm. and yet… ]

Oh, of all times to rain!

[ she looks around, angry now, and it shows with the way it rains harder on other spots of the town, saving her from the drenching rainfall. ]

Alright, who made it rain on this sunny day?! I was taking a walk!

[ someone sure is pissed, but then again, she’s always complaining. and since it’s only started raining, there’s definitely still lots of people around town trying to find shade. now she’s hunting down whoever made it rain. you sure are in for a big surprise when she comes up to you and— ]

Were you the one who made this lovely day awful?

❄︎ d: worst. festival. ever.
[ it may be strange for a lady being held upside down by a vine to start talking to you as you pass by, but… ]

Hello, good day to you, sir [ or ma’am! ]. My name is Weiss Schnee.

[ she even looks very composed despite her sword being on the ground and her blood flowing straight to her brain. ]

I was hoping to borrow some of your time. Can you help me get down? Or at least can you give me my rapier?

❄︎ f: come glyph with me.
[ despite being the top student in beacon, weiss is having a difficult time with controlling her dunamis. her learning’s a bit flighty! pardon the pun! however, she isn’t about to back down on a challenge, which is why she has a bunch of bird plushies flying around and circling her. she’s trying to be as happy as possible, but being absolutely blissful is something that’s very difficult for her.

which is why the birds, as they fly around her, have small glyphs under them. just a few centimetres, and they’re just as big and small as the birds flying around her.

do you dare call her out on her… “cheating”?” ]

❄︎ wildcard.
[ come at me with any other prompt! ]

d-1;

[ As if being in some strange world wasn't enough, the fruit and vegetables in this world seem to have taken on a life of their own, and they're causing as much trouble as possible. So naturally, Aoi springs into action. ]

Watch out for that eggplant! [ She shouts as an eggplant heads straight towards someone. Unfortunately, Aoi is already busy chasing after a carrot hurling itself at a nearby display. Hopefully her warning helps. ]

f-1;

[ Making them dance should be simple enough, she just needs to think some positive thoughts! So Aoi starts thinking about swimming out under the open sky, her favorite thing to do. The happiness she feels just imagining the sun shining down on her and reflecting off of the water has the stuffed animal doing simple ballet moves.

Too bad Aoi's thoughts get interrupted the moment she sees it moving. ]

I did it! That was too easy.

[ And, as if on cue, it stops dancing. ] Come on!

wildcard;

[ Feel free to use any of the other prompts! ]

PROMPT A: IF YOU FEEL LIKE A ROOM WITHOUT A ROOF

[Nora's in a good mood (then again, she often is). And it shows; as she passes by the windows of the shops and any other reflective or shiny surface, the light always manages to bend just right to create rainbows in her wake. The sunlight also seems a bit brighter around her, wherever she goes.

She knows it, too. Nora would pick up speed and skip more quickly, glancing over her shoulder to watch the rainbows created by the light from her emotions. You can watch this free light show too, if you want. If she notices anyone close by noticing her rainbows, she'll wave cheerily.]

Hi!

PROMPT B: THE PURR-FECT SALESWOMAN

[Guess who took the job at A-mew-sement Inc.? Nora is just going to randomly ambush people while wearing cat ears and a tail, waving feathery cat toys with bells in their faces. Okay, maybe not straight up in your nose but you get the idea.]

Do you have a cat? I bet it would love these! [She's still shaking the toys and making the bells tinkle with much gusto.] And even if you don't...you should get one anyway! [SHAKE SHAKE RING RING.] They're pretty fun.

PROMPT D: WHEN AT THE HARVEST FESTIVAL, DO AS THE HARVEST DO

[Some of those watermelons and cantaloupes have gotten loose and are bouncing and hopping about. Nora's chasing after them, laughing all the way; she doesn't have Magnhild because look, she has to bring those back intact, not as fruit salad. Shooting them or hammering them will just make things worse.

And she's also going to jump and bounce along with them. It's hard to tell if she's trying to lull them into a false sense of security or if she's genuinely jiggling along with the produce. But she does try to lunge at one particularly happy melon, hugging it close to her chest.]

Gotcha, my juicy melon! Someone's looking for you!

WILDCARD

[Come at me, bro.

I really need a voice test, halp.]

D2 - Someone get the hedge clippers

[Ai was perfectly content to ignore the giant rolling pumpkins that had sprung to life due to the local children's emotions. It had nothing to do with her, except the fact that one was currently plopped down in her way. Hands on her hips, she glares at the pumpkin in annoyance.]

Get out of the way, you overgrown squash!

[This wouldn't be so bad but the orange monstronsity has been standing in her way for the last fifteen minutes - rolling from side to side in order to keep blocking the path.]

Fine, if that's how you want it to be, I'll just have to go over you.

[Typically she wouldn't reveal her superhuman abilities so openly with all of these humans around but this is simply getting ridiculous. So it's with a seemingly light jump that Ai lifts off the ground and soars fifteen feet into the air - aiming for the top of the pumpkin to land on. Another jump gets her over it entirely so that the pumpkin is now behind her. With its large size there's no way it can fit between the two buildings to get in her way again.

What she doesn't count on is the vine twining around her ankle and dangling her upside-down in the air. Ai squeaks and both of her hands move to prevent her skirt from flopping over and revealing her underwear. Innocent prank or not, now she's even more flustered.]

Put me down instantly!

[A Pureblood vampire bested by a gigantic vegetable! Who would have thought such a thing possible?!]

F1 - Dancing with muppets

[Out of all of the puppets Ai could have picked, of course she picked the giant black wolf one. Its head came up to her knee and was currently walking beside her as if it were a real animal. While she has no difficulties getting it to move properly after a bit of practice, she certainly is having a harder time getting it to dance.

The dancing wolf looks all kinds of awkward and stiff and is bending at weird angles that is most definitely described as creepy rather than cute.] No, no. To the left!

[Only two of the legs move -- to the right and makes the back end of the puppet a step out of place.] That's wrong. Like this!

[Ai then takes a step to the left, encouraging the puppet wolf to do the same with it's entire body by nudging it with her knee. This time it manages to do it properly and the girl smiles down at it.] Good, now stand up and spin.

[The wolf balances on his back legs and takes a hop back. Ai shakes her head and moves to hold the puppets front paws and walks around it to make it spin.] There you go!

C - Got to control those thoughts

This isn't a terrible idea, at all. [The thought sounds muttered as if she's not attempting to actually broadcast it. Ai looks a little bit put-out for a moment before her face becames something less readable.]

My name is Ai Kuran and I am a vampire who's suddenly found herself without the usual sustenance needed in order to survive. Before you all start becoming heroic by offering yourselves as food, please know that I am absolutely unwilling to bite anyone both in accordance with my homeworld's laws and also for personal reasons. I'm not entirely certain how many other vampires are here but I was thinking that perhaps we could start up something like a bloodbank where volunteers could come to donate blood.

[A miniscule tilt of her head.] It doesn't simply have to be used to feed vampires, the blood could also be used to help another human if such a situation arises where healing abilities might fail.

If you're uncomfortable being known to the vampires, I'm sure there are humans - even vampire hunters who would be willing to take care of you. Should you want to help put together such an establishment, I would like to hear from you in order to properly gauge interest. You are welcome to contact me privately over the crystals if you have questions, concerns or suggestions of any kind. [But she is not giving away her location right away because Ai does not feel like having someone attempt to take a swing at her with a stake.

She bows a little bit.] Thank you for your time.

Edited 2016-12-01 08:36 (UTC)

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