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TEST DRIVE: October

— TEST DRIVE: OCTOBER —

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 Sunday, September 24 and Applications (Canon | OC) open a week later on October 1st. Apps will only be open for four days!
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!
Transfer to in-game. If accepted, you can assume threads made on the Test Drive happen in-game if the scenario can reasonably fit. These threads do not count toward AC.

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: With the crystal having been mysteriously stolen, the weather has been nothing but uncooperative, lately. Actually, uncooperative is an understatement. Just yesterday, it was raining frogs! Now, well…

In the Sky with Diamonds. You might be walking in the streets or in the safe confines of a building when it begins to hail. It's not just any ordinary hail. Instead of ice falling from the sky, it's little beads and pieces of… you guessed it: diamonds! Some are actually fake, but there are some that are genuine. Only the experienced eye will be able to tell. The catch is, it only rains diamonds for ten seconds. And in this short span of time, people have gone berserk over the stone. Looks like some are eager to sell what they've collected, while some are fighting over what "should be theirs". Are you one of those people opportunistic enough to make money out of this, or are you doing something else of your own?
One in a Melon. The crazy weather has not only been affecting the people living in Empatheias, but also the flora and fauna. The fruit stands everywhere have been selling all kinds of hybrid fruit, ranging from melons the size of a building to blue grapes that taste like chocolate! The latter sounds oddly delicious, truth be told. The vendors are all for giving free samples to anybody who passes by, too. In fact, there's one fruit stand that seems to be selling really well. Investigate, and you'll be given a slice of pineapple! Take a bite, and it tastes like Hawaiian pizza. Is this heaven or hell?

• Prompt E: It's safer to stay indoors given the strange weather, but you can't help but go out in the streets and explore! You're in a new world, after all. There is so much to see! Of course, when it begins to rain cats and dogs (either literally or figuratively), you look for a place to hide. Somehow, you've managed to enter a building that's dark, only lit by a flame in the middle of the room. There are a lot of hooded men and women surrounding the flame.

Welcome! When they notice someone else enter, they all look at the door's direction. "Ah! It seems we have a new arrival. Welcome to the Ortheias. You are now in a world where your magic can change the emotions of people. What is your name?"

It looks like you've entered the headquarters of some roleplaying cult. Try and leave, and they will explain to you that nobody can leave. Nobody even knows why they're here. And then someone will casually whisper to you these exact words: "As an OOC Note, we will all leave in an hour and half from now." Do you create a character, or do you play as yourself?
Getting Acclimated. With everyone in the room doing their own thing and "gathering relationships", as they so put it, you've been left to your own devices. Do you talk to other people who might be stuck here for an hour and half, or do you practice your "Emanis"? It seems that this fictional world they've created lets each person manipulate the other person's emotions by casting spells. A short display of fire can make someone angry, or making flowers appear out of nowhere might make the other person happy. Of course, these are all fake and the cult just narrates their usage of magic without actually displaying it.
An Event! Towards the end of the roleplaying session, the "roleplay moderator" announces an event! One of the guardians of Ortheias, the Durathei of fire and ice, Seesonne, has attacked the city of Snerev! A part of the city is now burning, while the other half is encased in ice! What would you do in this situation? People are panicking, so you must stop them from worrying too much!

• Prompt F: While Halloween does not exist in this world, Otherworlders have been present long enough for the natives to slightly change their calendar. For the month of Empta (October), they wish to make sure the Otherworlders are feeling at home by celebrating Halloween! They know nothing about it, but they are going to try and replicate the feeling!

Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo. For the rest of Exi (September), farmers are asking Otherworlders to help them harvest pumpkins. Thanks to the strange weather recently, these pumpkins have grown to be the size of a car. They're rather big! What's more, they've also grown legs and can run! It appears they don't want to be caught, but anyone who gives chase will be able to get them to stop easily. Just chop off its legs! And to make it inanimate, one has to carve a face on it.
What's Your Favourite Scary Story? To prepare for what's to come next month, the natives are asking Otherworlders to go to the Welcome Centre every weekend for a meeting of sorts. One will be able to find refreshments and snacks there, and there are a lot of people listening to speakers who rotate every so often. It seems these speakers are talking about their favourite scary stories. Perhaps you're one of the listeners, or you're speaking and sharing yours! Things are beginning to be spooky, though, that's for sure.
It Leaves a Good Taste in Your Mouth. Children are selling cookies door-to-door, and the only type of cookies they're selling are maple leaf cookies. It's only 10 sylvs a box, and taking just one bite will send one to heaven! It's so delicious that it might make anyone who eats it react in a strange way (the video is just an example, not the exact reaction). Spectate at how people react to these maple leaf cookies, or be the one that gathers a lot of attention!

• Prompt G: Make your own! It could include cat ears and/or nail polish.

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

C - The dulcet tones of Gilbert Godfried

[Iago is not thrilled with the idea of people reading his mind. He thrives on people not being able to figure him out right off the bat. You can't con and manipluate people if they can see right into your head. He's going to test his out, of course, to know for certain. In the most obnoxious way possible. Congrats, folks, enjoy the terrible screeching now resounding in your head.]

Is this mind reading thing for real? HEY? Can someone hear this? OLLY OLLY OXEN FREE.

D.1- Diamonds are a bird's best friend

[Iago always dreamed of the day it rained diamonds. He figured it was just that- a dream, on account of the fact that nature tended to not make it rain expesnive jewels, but also on account of the fact the universe generally liked crapping on his hopes and dreams. Mostly that second one.

But here he is. In a shower of diamonds. Iago can be found flying through the air (likely getting walloped by the rocks as he does so) snatching diamonds out of the air with his feet. Anyone trying to beat him to the wonderful treaure, will find a tiny, angry parrot turning on them.]

Hey! Finders keepers, ya moron! [He lands to give whoever it is a light THWAP with a stubby little wing.] Stop being so grabby. They're mine.

E.2 - Rolling a natural 20

[This is absolutely and completely weird. Iago's concept of 'weird' has become considerably wider since spending a lot of time with the Genie. You really do have to learn to expect anything at any moment in time, and just roll with it. He still doesn't understand half of what that blue lunatic does. But this- this he is not rolling with. He is absolutely sure he's been captured by a crazy cult with possibly world-dominating plans, and frankly he is 100% done with that kind of thing.

Wherever you are, you'll very suddenly have a concerned looking parrot landing on your shoulder. He glances around, to see if anyone is listening, before speaking in about as much a hushed tone as he can manage. It's not all that quiet. ]

Pssst! Do these people come across as ga-ga to you? I'm getting a ga-ga vibe. I don't think it's just me. It's not just me, right?

G- Hit me with anything!

Promt B: GT0907

[Ryuu had never seen the Northern Lights before! He'd heard about them and seen pictures, of course, but you had to go super far north or super far south to see them. But here, you just went to Sharnaath! Okay, so he hadn't been here that long to really understand the physics behind why they didn't need to go to the poles and whatnot, but who cares?! He wished his phone actually worked because he would love to take pictures.

Still, it was in a few hours and he was, instead, helping set up the viewing area for the people. Others were setting up the food tables and making food. Ryuu really didn't know how to cook and passing the time with setting out the mats or pitching tents sounded fun, right? He carried a couple mats for right now, trying to find another good spot to put them for the people.]

Hm... seems like it's all full already... just how big is this whole event gonna be anyway?

Prompt: D-2

I...I can't figure this out...

[The half eaten pineapple slice was still in his hand as he stared at it, completely and utterly confused. He very much liked sweet things, even some tart things like pineapples, but if there was one thing he generally did not like, it was fruit on pizza. And this pineapple tasted like a pineapple pizza. More pineapple than pizza but still. The aftertaste of bread and cheese and marinara sauce...]

I don't think I like this very much... do you want it?

[If you don't mind cooties, please take it.]

Prompt: F-2

[Poor Ryuu. He thought he was there to just help out with the Halloween planning! That's what meetings were usually for, right? He may be new, but it wasn't like he wasn't used to dressing up in a weird costume and all that. What he didn't like about this particular meeting were the scary stories.

He clung to the nearest person's arm, looking rather frightened at this latest telling.]

I-I don't know how much more I can handle! Are you enjoying this?

[Wildcard Option]:

[Hit me up with any other shenanigans if you prefer!]

A ✭ Home is where ... home is.

[If you're walking down Verens, you may be walking down a street past some buildings. You may also hear some sniffling coming from an alleyway between two of them. If you peer around the corner, you might see a little pink-haired, pointy-eared squirt clutching at her amulet and shivering, eyes darting nervously to her left and right, and muttering something...]

Ohh, no... Oh no... Minfilia will be so upset with me... I need to get home! But how?

C ✭ Possibly the worst time to be a receptionist is when you haven't learned how to answer the phones.

[Tataru adjusts her red beret and gazes ahead of her. She seems to be testing out her amulet and its telepathic capabilities. If she was stuck here, she figures she'd better start getting used to it. With a smile, she broadcasts to no one in particular.]

Hello! Um, hmm... Am I using this right? Can anyone hear me?

D-2 ✭ Dem melons doe...

[Tataru has found herself a giant watermelon-strawberry hybrid as big as she is. The Lalafell, standing at just under a meter tall, is helplessly trying to lift it and carry it home. She seems to be struggling to even pick it up. After one last try to lift it, it slips from her grasp and she falls back on her rear. At this point, she's starting to tear up. Why not help? Or tease. She is a Lalafell, after all...]

G ✭ Anything goes!

[Do all the anything!]

C

[After everything in Fuyuki, Waver had learned primarily how to adapt to some small degree. Rider was an overwhelming and unforgettable presence in his life and he had a feeling that moping in a strange place like this would be met with a solid flick to the forehead-- simply because he was moping in a new land.

Irritably rubbing his forehead at the thought, Waver opened the channels with a very simple, very basic question:]

Where's a good place to eat here?

E-1

Wha-what?!

[His voice squeaked embarrassingly at the greeting, and he looked around at the crowd frantically at this utter madness. He wasn't sure whether he should be insulted or not by this, but if he was trapped in something straight out of an American rock song... What choice did he have?]

Wildcard

[Hit me with your ideas!]

Edited 2017-09-18 01:11 (UTC)

C.

[ When she had been told that the amulets allowed communication telepathically, she had been a little hesitant to try it out. After all, she had many secrets and didn't want them all broadcasted to everyone that could hear here.

After a moment of schooling away those thoughts, she made sure to park her wheelchair in an area out of the way before taking hold of the amulet in her hands and reaching out with a soft voice. ]

Hello, my name is Nunnally. I do hope this is working and you are all able to hear me.

D-1

[ At first, Nunnally had no idea what was going on. She thought it was perhaps hail or something similar as she made haste to get herself out of the weather, brief as it may have been, parking herself under an awning before looking back to see what was going on. Why was everyone acting crazy...? Unable to maneuver in for a closer look, she decided that perhaps staying put would be the better option then subjecting herself to the crazy fray that was going on in the street in front of her.

At least, that had been her plan, before someone pushed into her wheelchair, causing it to tip over and send the teenager to the ground. She landed with loud cry, curling up as best she could, her arms reaching down to try and hook around her knees and maneuver her body into a smaller frame. The way things were now, she knew she didn't have the strength to try and push her chair back up and get herself in it, not with the crazy free-for-all that was going on in the streets.

Just what where they going crazy over anyway? ]

G.

[ Hit me baby one more time! ]

[D-1]

[When the diamonds first started falling from the sky, Naoto's interest was piqued. She even managed to catch one as it was raining, only to find on closer inspection that it was a fake.]

[Which would be well and good, except for now there's an actual riot. Ten seconds of diamonds may not amount to much, but it's certainly enough for people to fight over. Violently.]

Everyone, please settle down! These gems are fake, they aren't worth this.

[Being the law enforcement officer that she is, she's doing her best to try and get the situation under control. Only she's very small, and unassuming, and even her loud voice is on the quieter side. Somebody please send help?]

[E-1]

[After being pelted in the head by a very uncooperative cat, Naoto runs into the nearest occupied building she can find. Only for it to be a creepy cult shack.]

[When all of her initial attempts to leave are thwarted, she reluctantly accepts her fate. At least it's only thirty minutes, how bad could that be?]

My name is Raidou Kuzunoha. I'm a detective.

[And maybe, somewhere deep down, there's a part of her that thinks this might be interesting. A very small part that she isn't going to acknowledge.]

[F-2]

[She was lied to.]

[She was led to believe that this meeting was anything other than what it actually was. Had somebody just told her that they would be coming to swap ghost stories, she would have stayed at home. She would have gone anywhere but here.]

[But she didn't, and she's stuck here until the meeting wraps.]

Y-yes, well, even the metaphysical capabilities of Verens have their limits. If you'd paid attention, you'd notice that the effects our emotions have on the surroundings always follow certain laws, a-and that they can describe a majority of...

[Yep, she's already terrified. They're only two stories in.]

[Wildcard!]

[Up to you! Feel free to PM me at this journal for plotting.]

A

[The android hears what she's been told but can only shake her head in response. Nearby her, a small square pod floats around her. He doesn't have emotion in his robotic voice, but he seems concerned for 2B.]

Analysis: Locals appear to use their amulets to convey emotion. Emotions are used to keep locals healthy. Suggestion: Use emotion to-

Emotions are prohibited. You know this, Pod.

[2B, though she looks human and sounds human, says this curtly and flatly. It's all she knows. Her orders were to contain her emotions no matter how hard it was. Still, it's no good in this world. As she stubbornly stands there, the colors begin to drain around her. It's like it's sucking the life out of everything...]

F.1
[It wasn't exactly uncommon for 2B to get sidetracked on her missions. Even though she hated it, she really had a hard time saying no to others. So when she's asked to help with the pumpkins, the android disheartenedly agrees.

However she misunderstands the point of this side mission. She thinks the pumpkins are enemies and begins attack them instead. She smashes them by jumping on them and cuts clean through them with her swords. As one starts to get away, she grabs onto her pod.]

Fire!

[Pod blasts the pumpkin with a bright laser beam. Won't someone stop her before all the pumpkins are ruined?]

G

[While wandering the downtown area, 2B couldn't help but stop to look into shop windows. One shop in particular that caught her eye was a nail salon. She watched while people were getting their nails worked on then stared at the bright bottles on display in the window.]

Pod...what're these?

Analysis: The objects appear to be something called "nailpolish." Humans would often use it to give an nonpermanent color to their fingernails to enhance their appearance. It was something "for fun."

Sooo it's pointless. Humans clearly had a lot of free time huh?

Wildcard!

[Lemme know!]

Edited 2017-09-18 01:40 (UTC)

C; Amulets.

Avast ye fellow pirates! This is Cap'n Pan of the Jolly Roger having taken to the high seas with the ship and crew! Might any of ye be so kind enough as to tell such a fearsome pirate as meself where he can find the best and most adventurous treasure to be found on this island? Aye, 'twould make me day to know such a thing. Arrrrr!!!

[ This is all, of course, said in THE MOST AUTHENTIC PIRATE VOICE he can muster up. Please don't take him seriously. ]

F-1; Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo. (A)

Stop, pumpkin!

[ For anyone around Merchant's Square, they're sure to see a gigantic pumpkin dashing through the ~~snow~~ streets with one boy-who-never-grows-up hot on its vines, mid-air; it helps when you can fly.

As unruly as a sight it might be, Peter isn't the least bit perturbed and, in fact, is laughing! Such fun this is to be chasing after this pumpkin that just wants to get away from this boy!

But, oh! The chase is too much fun and Peter doesn't want it to end but it must... it simply must! So! With his short dagger and a grin, he dashes up beneath the pumpkin and cuts at its legs! Twisting around to stand against (that's right, sideways) the nearest wall and- uh oh, that pumpkin is sort of rolling out of control since it no longer has legs and it's about to crash in anything in its path! ]

Hey, look out!

F-1; Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo. (B)

[ Hm, let's see here. Carve a face on this fella, huh? Peter floats there mid-air ableit upside-down and scratches at his chin as he looks the "face" of the pumpkin over. What sort of face to give this pumpkin... scary... silly... downright spooky? What kind of face does a pumpkin even usually have to begin with?

A very long and drawn-out sigh, Peter twists around mid-air and comes to lay on his back, hands behind his head, ankles crossed, floating there with a super serious and confused look on his face; thinking about this is just too difficult and getting boring, sheesh. ]

If I were a pumpkin, what sort of face would look the best on me?

[ He's... talking to you. Yes, you. ]

F-2; What's Your Favourite Scary Story?

[ Peter loves a good story and no one tells them better than Wendy Darling as far as he's concerned. Still! Doesn't mean he's not about to see what other stories others have to offer. You might find him floating along and curiously picking at this snack and that refreshment. Or maybe he's under one of the tables and popping out from underneath it with a BOO!! when it gets to a supposed scary part in the story of whoever is currently telling it. OR MAYBE he's telling his own story about pirates and mermaids and a crocodile that goes tick-tock tick-tock. Point of the matter is: Peter's bound to be around somewhere. ]

G; Cat Ears, meow.

[ This can go one of two ways.

First? If you happen to be wearing these cute little cat ears, Peter is most definitely going to stop mid-air and stare at you oh-so-curiously. He's even going to dash his way over to you, come up nice and close behind you shhh! and... touch the kitty ears, even asking what these are and why you're wearing them since you don't look like a cat to him.

Or second? Peter's the one with the cat ears (where did he get them? we'll never know..) and looking them over before he decides to put them on his head... it's a headband? Sure! Not as cool as a pirate hat but it'll do. He's going to be popping up behind this stall and that stall, trying to scare you with hisses and meows and barks- wait, that's not how a cat acts... ]

B-2: GT0905

[Satoko was assigned this task as punishment from the game, the reward was only a bonus. As a Game Club member, pride or not, Satoko accepted the punishment and taken roll as a villain for the next Ladybug play. Her villain name, The Trapper with a hammer to go with it. Backstage, she was preparing for the show. She leered at herself in front of the mirror, couldn't help but wondered who was the real mastermind to come up with such a bright costume and obvious name. Coincidence? She highly doubted it. A small sigh escaped before she stood herself up right. She cleared her throat, suppose it was time to study her lines again.

Hammer front!]

OH-HOHOHO~! [She flashed a devilish smile, tiny fang peeked from her grin.] Look what I caught in my little ladybug net.

[Silent. Another sigh.] Only a weirdo could come up with cheesy lines.

C:

[Reading minds huh. Satoko didn't like the idea of someone reading her mind, it was an invasion of privacy. Although, it could work to some advantage if used properly. Hmm... It shouldn't hurt to try, least not to her.]

Can anyone hear me? Just to be safe, anyone walking near my place, you're best to go around from the back. Did anyone got that?

[There was a little mischievous giggle in the background Satoko's mind couldn't contain. Now, would the people heed her warning? Spoiler: Traps were set but where. Enjoy.]

G:

[Go wild.]

Edited 2017-09-18 01:43 (UTC)

[F-1]

[ She can certainly appreciate the hilarity of giant pumpkins. They're the type of farming miracle straight out of a fairytale, and the one Anthy's looking at is just about the right size to turn into a stage coach with the right kind of magic. It's a thought that amuses her to no end.

At the very least, she could make some kind of pumpkin-flavored shaved ice treat with it. Or jam. Jam would be best, probably.

But no sooner does she start thinking about that, the pumpkin starts to move! Just sprouts legs and skitters away as if it really did become Cinderella's stagecoach! But rather than look alarmed in any sense of the word, she just smiles. ]

My, my...how peculiar.

[F-2]

[ Anthy isn't one to hang around other people. Such a thing is uncomfortable in the best of times, and downright unbearable at the worst of times. Still, the opportunity has gifted her the chance to tell a story of her own. Thus, she's telling a scary story (from 0:15-11:05) she remembers hearing some time ago. Where did she hear it? It doesn't matter. All that matters is the look on everyone else's faces. ]

Hmm...who knows what happened to him? [ She says so with a smile and a light, easy tone, as if she were merely talking about someone she saw walking down the street instead of a ghost story. ]

[ B-1 - Heroic Herding ]

[ Link seems to have a way with animals, for the most part. That, and his particularly good cat impression (where did he learn how to do that?) have made rounding up the animals pretty easy. There are some that have proven elusive, however, and he has opted to take his normal approach: picking them up and manually placing them in their pen.

No, seriously.

Link can be seen crawling on his belly through the grass before he gets just close enough to a sheep, then plucking them off the ground and quickly trotting towards the fence to put them back down on the other side. The way he goes about this, quick and casually as he does, you'd think he does it every day. ]

[ B-2 - Special Delivery! ]

[ Link never made any of the pies himself, but he was tasked by someone to deliver them. He's got them all nicely and neatly packed in his delivery pouch, but he's running a bit late, so he needs to move quickly. The Ballad of Gales is out of the question (he needs these pies intact), so he opts for a different route.

After climbing on top of one of the taller buildings, Link pulls out his trusty Wind Waker and conducts Wind's Requiem. The song takes effect, redirecting the wind to blow down the street. Then, with a leap, he jumps off of the building and starts gliding down the road with the Deku Leaf, ignoring a few stares from the people below him on the road. Hey, it may seem weird to some people, but at least he's making good time! ]

[ D-2 - Tasty Treats ]

[ Having spent most of his time sailing the Great Sea, Link wasn't always afforded the opportunity for delicious food, so he savored any opportunity to eat anything good. And this food? This food looks delicious. (He may or may not be drooling a little bit.) The moment he hears about there being free samples, of course, Link is almost immediately joining the first line he sees, and is delighted to receive a slice of pineapple. He eagerly takes a bite and-

wait, what

This is the strangest pineapple he's ever tasted. Ever. This is nothing like pineapple. Whatever it is, though, it's amazing. He's about to buy some when he hears of a foreign currency that he has none of. He hangs his head and his spirits sink, accompanied by a dark cloud forming over his head and the air getting a bit heavy. At least he got a free sample... ]

[ F-1 - Pumpkin Wrangling ]

[ The pumpkins are far too big for Link's usual wrangling tactics. He could pick them up, but he'd be walking at a snail's pace. Instead, he wonders if a different approach will work. Pulling out his trusty Hookshot, he aims it at one of the pumpkins and fires. He hopes to stun the thing so he can approach and cut off its legs.

What he doesn't expect is to suddenly be pulled toward the pumpkin, and is left clinging to the stem on top while it runs around. His surprise is only accentuated by several sparks of light and surges of wind around him. ]

WAAAAAAAAGH!

[ ...he's got this, just. Give him a second. Yeah. ~~He might need a bit of help, actually...~~ ]

[ Wildcard! ]

[ Anything you'd like! He's bound to be exploring any inch of the city he can reach. ]

Edited 2017-09-18 01:51 (UTC)

[D-1]

[ Jewels are the Tohsaka family's forte when it comes to magic. Of course, those same jewels are also their financial downfall. They've been a bit hard to come by here, and Rin's done her best not to appear too irritable without any potential containers for her magic. She greatly dislikes being unprepared, to put it simply.

That goes double for her lack of foresight into the weather. But, to be fair, who expects it to literally rain diamonds out of nowhere! There wasn't a cloud in the sky a minute ago! Yet she sure is getting something heavy dropped on her head all of a sudden. ]

Yow! Hey! [ She stops as she spots what exactly hit her on the head. A couple somethings, rather. Several somethings! She knows her gems, so she knows diamonds when she sees them. For a moment, her eyes gleam in the same kind of way as those clear crystals do when they catch the light. ] Well, how lucky for me, huh?

[ Ever eager to keep up the facade of a perfectly respectable girl around other people, Rin takes to gathering the diamonds as quickly as she can without looking overly desperate for them. That said, she's still stuffing them into her coat pockets as fast as she can. She even manages to keep a straight face when other people come closer to get some of their own! A straight face...but a frightening one, as if daring them to step closer to her lucky find.

Her hand brushes against someone else's as she bends down to pick up another diamond, and all at once she's torn between a surprisingly violent impulse and her need to stay pleasant on the surface. The latter wins out, and she gives a smile that says "Put that thing back where it came from or so help me" but without any comic overtones. ]

Oh...I'm afraid that one's mine. Could you let go?

D-1
[ Hachiken noticed, of course, that the sky was getting dark, but what was a little rain compared to shoveling out horse stables? So he paid it no mind as he strolled down the street, munching on his sandwich without a care in the world. The chicken was so tender, and --

He yelped as he bit down on something hard, temporarily distracted from the steadily increasing uproar around him. ]

Ow..! What the heck's this -- A DIAMOND?!

[ "Hey!" roared a man about twice his size. "You swiped that from me, didn't ya?"

Oh god oh no, there was practically blood in the water as he stumbled backwards. ]

F-1
Come back here, you... pumpkin!

[ Hachiken wasn't sure what the plan was, exactly; someone had given him a machete, the sort used for clearing brush and at first he'd thought he was well-prepared for chasing down anything, but then he realized that the pumpkins he was supposed to be chasing down were easily as big as bears.

His arm shook as a pumpkin turned on its heel and snorted. ]

Uh... actually, never mind... you know what, I'll just get the next one...

Prompt A:

Okay so just......feel. Try keep this under control....okay. I got this.

[And maybe he might. If the particular feelings he was having at the moment weren't frustration and anger, mingled with guilt still even after being here a little yet. Even with the relief at having a couple of his friends here, having Tadashi around. He's still not sure how to deal with that, actually.

Which.....is why there is the distinct smell of something...burning?]

W-wait! Nope, I don't got it!

[Laugh at the newbie still very confused and adjusting to the emotional consequences? Help him put out said for now tiny ass fire?]

Prompt D:

[He...isn't entirely sure what there is around here yet, much, technology wise. But whatever he comes up with here armor wise or whatever else he tinkers at while here, he's going to need some way to pay for it, right?

So. Yes. Hiro just might be pocketing some diamonds for later spending. Even if it might be debatable on him making bots again while here with this level of technology around.]

Prompt F:

1: Ha! Gotcha!

[Hiro grins as he manages to stop the pumpkin. Approaching and....okay, half jumping and half climbing up it a little given his smaller height, to give it what looks like a very simple looking face, though it might be recognizable to some.]

There! Perfect!

Or Wildcard:

[Or we can roll with one of the other prompts, message him or run into him elsewhere. Whatever.

On an ooc note though I am less sure I might actually throw in an app for Hiro, since I already have Laphicet here. I'm just impatient for the tele show, honestly, haha.]

Prompt A
His sons had explained the emotions and their necessities in this new place to him in different ways. It was odd for a ninja of his status to, for once, utilize his emotions for his surroundings. In most cases, the emotions were placed to the side and duty ruled well beyond them. He assumed that meditation would make the best sense in trying to piece together what his next step would be. So he found a safe spot, sat himself down with his amulet and took a deep breathe to focus - on emotions.

There is a brief moment, perhaps fifteen to twenty minutes, when he realizes that he is not focusing on emotions and channeling them but is doing his regular focus routine on mediation. He opens one eye and looks around him. Exactly, what would happen if he did this right? Curiosity killed the cat, not the rat, but it would be wise to be cautious. Hence the meditation. He takes up his amulet and examines it in his clawed hands, humming thoughtfully.

"Hmmm... Perhaps another method would suffice..?"

_________

Prompt D.2
He had never, in all of his years, had seen such a sight. His nose told him it was regular fruit, but he just ate a blue grape and it tasted like candy so he wasn't sure what was the next step. He shuffles along to examine the stand from a distance. Did he dare? His children were actually much more adventurous in the food department than he was. He did like his sweets though. That could not be denied.

He hums thoughtfully, trilling his fingers on his cane, debating if he should try the stand or not.

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C: C is for concentration, or lack thereof.
[Asbel's not very good at this whole "telepathy" thing. Actually, it feels kind of intrusive, in a way. Suppose someone's sleeping, or taking a shower, or in the middle of something really important? But honestly, his biggest problem is concentration. It's hard to visualize having a nice chat in his head when he doesn't know for sure who all is listening. With his friends, at least, it's a lot easier somehow.]

[Still, he's sitting at a table in From the Hearth one afternoon, trying to get some practice in before his curry arrives. His eyes squint shut and fingers press into his temples.]

Hello? Sorry, but can anyone hear me?

[Whether it's effective or not, at some point Asbel lapses back into speaking out loud.] ...maybe I should have taken those meditation classes more seriously. You're not getting a word of this, are you?

F-1: F is for... one really fast pumpkin.
Hold it right there! [There's a loud scuffling of leaves and legs as a huge orange pumpkin speeds past, Asbel in hot pursuit. If they can just manage to corner the thing, they should be able to end this quickly and painlessly! Or so Asbel hopes. With one hand already reaching for his sword, he glances over his shoulder with a determined nod.]

You catch up on its right, and I'll take the left! We'll surround it! There's nowhere else for it to go now.

[Yeah, they've got this! Well, maybe.]

Cat Ears:
[Asbel's not familiar with Halloween, but from what he's heard, there sure is a lot to love about it! Candy, fancy costumes, pranks and scary stories... yeah, he can definitely see the appeal! It's not so different from the festivals back home, except, maybe a bit tackier. One morning as he's walking through the merchant's square, he happens to notice a display full of festive accessories: witches hats, tiny crowns, eyepatches and more. Out of curiosity, Asbel goes over to look, picking up a headband with two fluffy cat ears attached.]

Hey, this is kind of cute? I bet Sophie would like it, if she were here.

[Asbel's face falls almost immediately after he gets the words out. And anyone nearby, well, they might feel a light, cold mist tickling their faces. Is that rain?]

Wildcard:
[Hit me!]

Edited 2017-09-18 02:42 (UTC)

[D-2]
[Hey, it'd be rude to pass up free food right? Or almost free. Selphie's starving so she's not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Unfortunately after she takes a huge bite of the pineapple slice and begins to chew, her nose wrinkles and her face starts to turn a pale shade of sickly green. Uh oh. Hopefully no one's around as she turns to spit out the pineapple, otherwise it's going to land on their shoes.]

UGH, THAT'S TOTALLY GROSS. Who the heck makes fruit taste like PIZZA?

[F-1]
[You would think a teenage girl would find the whole task of "chase these pumpkins and lob off their legs" a little disgusting, but no. Not Selphie. Anyone else who is around will be treated to the sight of a pumpkin gut covered, but thrilled looking brunette currently chasing after her fourth giant legged pumpkin.]

I SAID GET BACK HERE! [She shouts this as both she and the pumpkin round a corner around a large rock. Unfortunately, Selphie fails to notice a pile of recently carved pumpkin guts, and once her boot lands in them she slides forward with a yelp before landing roughly on her back.] Oof! Ugh, what a jerk. I bet he planed that to escape! [she sits up and offers a grin over towards the nearest person, holding a hand out.]

Heeeey give me a hand will you? He's gonna get away!! [she's enjoying this too much.]

[Wildcard]
[ if you dont see something you like, toss me something else! You're also welcome to PM me to discuss something if you'd like! ]

B: GT0905

[The first step to effective villainy? Looking the part. Mina had traded her more colorful outfit for one almost entirely black with a few purple accents, and a black mask that looked like a bat over her eyes. Naturally, she finished off the ensemble with a high collared black velvet cape. Perfect! Practicing her best fiendish cackle as she threw open the door and strode inside, she looked out to see...]

[...a sea of dumbfounded faces. Maybe she should've waited to put the character together until after signing up? But at least now they know how committed she is!]

E-1

[Well, this is awkward.]

[Mina had been prepared for battle the moment she saw the hooded figures, because typically a room full of people dressed in cloaks is a Bad Thing. No, really, that's one of the earliest lessons you learn at UA. But as soon as realization dawned on her that things, well, weren't dangerous in the literal sense, she slowly lowered her hands and fell into a more relaxed posture, then pressed a finger thoughtfully against her chin.]

Okay, well... can I be a traveling merchant, with lots of wonderful goods to sell? [She leans in to whoever is closest to her.] It's actually a secret cover for my sideline career as a thief. Don't tell anyone, though!

G-1

[She fidgeted with the large pair of cat ears that swayed precariously just behind her horns with one hand, while the other held up a sign with a feline peering over letters that read "SIMPLY MEOW-VALOUS PRICES!" When the nice merchant had told her he was looking for a little help with his store, she'd assumed it involved helping behind the counter, stocking or just cleaning the place up.]

[It certainly hadn't involved putting on the ridiculous mascot costume topped off by the cat ears. She looked silly. But! If she was being paid, she owed it to the nice man to give it her all and pull in as many customers as possible!]

Step inside and find the purr-fect gift! You won't regret these clawsome deals!

[Though she couldn't help but wonder how the other "volunteer" was feeling about the situation...]

A: Everything so bright and new

[Well this was certainly an interesting world. Fuuma had seen quite a few interesting things as he had wandered through the small little city. People with rain clouds over their heads, sparkles bursting out of nowhere, flowers blooming and wilting suddenly. It was all rather interesting, and made him curious about it. The large grin that he was wearing adding to the scene offering a small glow to the objects around him, as if softly basking in the sun, or being polished and new despite any use or age.]

D: Weather fit for a treasure hunter

[Well he had seen strange weather, the acid rain in Tokyo being the most severe case. But when rocks started fall from the sky, some of which had turned out to be diamonds, Fuuma certain got over how off putting having to dodge hail stones was rather quick. Rather than seeking shelter as most were doing he seemed happy enough to stand out there with an umbrella and seemed to be sorting through the stones on the street.]

I suppose this is what they would call a hard rain.

G: Cat Ears

Well they say that curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back. As if his own curiosity at this world wasn't enough, it seems that helpful little sprites have decided to make a joke and are floating around seeming to give him a pair of cat ears.

B. MONSTER MASH (TEXT, POSSIBLY TO ACTION).

Hey, this is my first time using this thing. Just looking to hook up with someone that wants to go beat up monsters for some cash since apparently solo hunting's not allowed.

Prefer to work in a pair. Good with just about every weapon (I'll come prepared) and adept with hand-to-hand combat. I work best with hard hitters since I focus on speed.

Only contact me if you can pull your own weight, though I'll definitely have your back if you've got mine. I'd potentially like to find someone that would be willing to team-up long-term, if possible.

F-1. FIST PUMP-KIN.

[ She's dead and this is hell.

Well, maybe not. But it might be easier if she could explain the situation away like it was just that. It's hard enough to adjust to all of this. Autonomy is a wonderful thing, even if she is experiencing it in this place. While chasing pumpkins. She's not sure this beats the usual gig, but it's certainly less dangerous than a BOW and to her knowledge, no possibility of being infected and without sharp claws or teeth. It was just the speed she had to really worry about and if there's one thing she was good at, it was just that.

There's a trail of pumpkin flesh behind her thanks to an unfortunate accident. She'd thrown herself on one and when her instincts kicked in, instead of going for the legs, Jill maybe (definitely) thrust her combat knife in a little too far and a little too hard. A learning experience, definitely, and something she wouldn't repeat this time around. This isn't a take down, a bit of a stilled and gentle hand would be advantageous.

Wiping the slimy gore and seeds from her knife against her thigh, she makes a sound as another one rushes by her, nearly knocking her over along the way. ]

D-2/G. CINNAMON TWIST, MOCHA LATTE, & CHOCOLATE CREME.

[ Jill's been here long enough and it's time to venture out into the wide world and do some shopping. In one hand, she's eating some free fruit that probably shouldn't taste the way it does (she's going back for seconds) and the other is holding a box of hair dye because the blonde has got go go. She hasn't really experimented in the past, not even back in her early twenties, so it's all very new to her. They all boast coverage and "multi-faceted highlights" and new formulas and this or that, but all she really wants is to get one that's as close to her original hair color as possible.

She'd never have thought of her hair as "Mocha Latte" or anything like that. They've all got food names and maybe they're supposed to be appetizing, but the concept doesn't line up to her. A second box -- "Chocolate Creme" seems a little bit closer. She fumbles to hold it and compare the two, but the box ultimately flips between the other one and her wrist while she drops the pineapple on the ground despite her valiant attempt to hold onto all three. She pauses for a long while before crouching to pick up the dye. ]

Start to a wonderful day, I can just feel it.

[ Now she'll just have to find a way to clean-up her spill and decide on one of the two colors. Or ultimately pick one of the forty others that have minute differences in shade. Fantastic. ]

WELCOME BACK TO THE WORLD OF SURVIVAL HORROR (GOOD LUCK!).

[ Jill is from the middle of Desperate Escape. Feel free to wildcard me with a prompt and I'll write something for you. If you have any questions, comments, or requests you're welcome to PM me! c: ]

B - EPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY!

[Papalymo isn't sure this is a good idea, but, well. His friends were very persuasive, they do need the gil, and getting it without fighting ridiculous creatures for once (thank you, Lyse) sounds very appealing. So, he clears his throat, and takes the offered mike.]

I was top of my class at the great Sharlayan Studium
Of course there was poetry as part of the curriculum
Rhythm and scansion, timing and meter
All have their uses in the study of aether
So my skills in this battle should make you quite nervous
Papalymo Totolymo, here at your service!

[He bows and steps back, ready for his opponent to introduce themselves. He's pretty sure that's how this goes.]

F-1 - A Freeze Is Good For The Pumpkin Crop, Right?

[Thaumaturgy really isn't a cutting sort of tool. There are ways to make aether cut, but this Lalafell has no interest in the red mage's art beyond the theoretical, thank you very much. That being said, that doesn't mean he's without means for keeping his quarry from getting away. Aurifex glows golden as Papalymo readies his spell, and then the air is filled with a sound like shattering glass as the pumpkin's legs are encased in ice!]

There, now hurry and carve it, for the Twelve's sake! It took long enough to catch this one already!

G - Wildcard!

[Got something else in mind? Hit me!]

Edited 2017-09-18 02:59 (UTC)

A + some D

[A certain cartoon rabbit is taking a stroll through the streets. He's walking in that very particular bouncy manner that only a character from silent cartoon shorts can pull off and one can almost hear old-timey music. Flowers he passes by begin to bounce along as well, as if they're dancing. He's just so glad to be out of Wasteland.

That is, until the weather changes. There's a sudden downpour of live mice right above Oswald's head.]

NO! Not mice!!!

[He attempts to run for cover, but only gets about ten feet away from his original spot before he realizes there's no shelter in immediate sight. With that, he suddenly whirls around and heads in the other direction. ...There's no shelter there, either.

With no other options left, he removes his ears and twists them around a bit, using the power of cartoon shenanigans to turn them into an umbrella.]

B (GT0905)

[Oswald is causing a bit of a fuss over by the pre-school. He's holding a script in one hand and is grumbling loudly to no one in particular, a little storm cloud about a foot above his head.]

A villain! Hah! Who do they think I am? Big Bad Pete? I'm Oswald the Lucky Rabbit! I'm the biggest hero ever to.. to hero! [He starts brandishing the script like a sword.] I save damsels! I engage in daring escapades! I don't do villain roles!

[A]
[Just because the natives are used to people suddenly appearing, sometimes you can't help but stare when an arrival is particularly... ungraceful. Junkrat's arrival started out with a bang -- literally -- when his surprise at finding himself dumped in the shore of Lake Niras caused several small explosions around his feet, even in the shallow water. He grumbles darkly as he lugs himself out of the water and shakes some weird green lake plant off his prosthetic leg. Its as he nearly tips forward when said leg sinks into the sand that he notices the stares aimed in his direction] What're YOU lookin' at mate? Do I got somethin' on my face?

[Whatever the reason for the stares, Junkrat's sudden movement to face them and get in their face has whoever it is backing up a few steps with their hands in front of them. It almost looks like Junkrat was the one being aggressive to start with. He doesnt exactly look like the type who flies the straight and narrow. OR perhaps you're the one at whom he's currently aiming his bad mood?]

[B - ST0910]
[A job's a job right? Even if this one's not all that exciting. It's actually just downright confusing, if you ask him. Which is why he's currently standing in the middle of one of the residential plazas, one hand scratching idly at his chin while he gives the moon in the sky a squinty eyed stare down.]

Man in the moon, eh? Pretty sure that's a load of garbage but hey, what're you gonna do. Some crazy bloke's payin' a lot of dough to see 'im. [He bursts into a fit of giggles, and this is where Junkrat more or less plunks himself down on the ground to begin pulling together what SHOULD BE, a man in the moon costume. It's... pretty sloppy. There's no way this is going to work.]

[C]
So let me get this right. This bit of crystal 'round my neck makes it so all I gotta do is think some words and you lot can hear it all? Gotta say I don't really like the idea of that, much. [look he's got things he wants to keep to himself. Like... Suddenly, anyone around Junkrat in person will see him flail his arms about as if to clear his train of thought in order to keep it from transmitting.]

Would'a been smart to install some kind of off button if you're askin' me.

[wildcard]
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E-1. WELCOME!

[ Quistis makes the move she considers the only one she's allowed -- look for an alternate exit. There doesn't seem to be any, but the reality of the location may be very different than what you see at first glance. Much like a game of cards on the first move, even if your opponent is powerful and has better cards, you can often still manage to pull a Draw if you're careful. You simply need to be precise and plan your moves just right.

So she smiles and walks the perimeter of the room looking for a window and a way out. Or, she gets the feeling she will be slowly shuffling to the nearest corner and taking a seat and waiting it out. An hour and a half isn't so bad, is it? She could use the time to think. Still, perhaps a little directness wouldn't hurt? ]

...I am afraid you're mistaken, though. [ Hand to her hip, as if she's in control here. ] I've come here by accident, not to join in. It shouldn't be too difficult to allow me to leave, should it?

F-1. BIBBIDI-BOBBIDI-BOO.

[ Naturally, Quistis is quite good at this considering she's something of a long-range fighter. She has amassed a pile of pumpkins all on her own with a swirl or two of her whip to trip them while they run or, if she's lucky, manage to tear right through them with the force of the blow; when she doesn't succeed in the latter, it's somewhat a morbid moment of having to dismember them, but hardly something she is unprepared for. It's no different than gathering parts of a monster back home to put to use for something else, really.

What Quistis has trouble with is the carving part. Though she intends to catch more when she's done creating a face on the one she's currently holding, but even with the weight she has to throw into a whip she can't seem to manage to make the lines right. When it comes to art, she definitely thinks it's better left to someone else.

The face is crooked, almost a smile but not quite. She seems proud of her efforts, though, pulling away to reveal a crude face akin to the quality of a child's crayon stick figure drawing. Frankly, she thinks it's better than the last one she made and it's no longer moving, so that's the important part, right? Turning to her side, she spots someone else surely meaning to aid in this interesting venture and, wiping at her bro, lifts a hand to wave them over. ]

Would you care to team up? I'm sure we can work much more efficiently in that case.

WILDCARD OPTION.

[ Hit me with something (network style/private contact is fine) or give me a prompt and I'll slam it down! o7 ]

Edited (what is love baby don't hurt me) 2017-09-18 04:30 (UTC)

D-1

[ While only fourteen, Jorg did not give off the air of someone you wanted to mess around with. Tall and fit enough to pass as someone in their early twenties, he wore chainmail and a black lacquered breastplate and a long sword buckled at his belt None for show either, the armor was scared and scuffed from use, and he wore his blade expertly. He'd seen more battles then most men triple his age and an invisible dark and bloody aura always hung about him like a cloud.

So why a couple of locals squabbling over a bag of 'diamonds' didn't see the experienced dark warrior for the danger that he was and immediately began to accuse him of trying to steal them. ]

Now, now friends. [ He smiles though it doesn't exactly reach his eyes. ] I really don't care about your little bag of... rocks.

[ The two squabblers stop, looking at the youth like two rodents caught in a serpent's gaze. He had that effect sometimes. ]

You're causing a scene and inconveniencing a lot of people around here. [ His smile fades for a moment before tilting back up. ] Including myself.

[ Help may be needed to... deescalate the situation. ]

D-2

[ Jorg always has loved apples. If asked his favorite food... well he'd honestly probably go with a nice bloody steak, but apples were a close second. Especially good for walking about and snacking at the same time. So after serveral days of putting up with this... place, seeing a vendor offering big bright apples the size of his fist he was... actually a bit happy. And this was a boy who usually wasn't happy unless he was out on the frontlines of some battle cutting his enemies down.

In fact a few flowers bloom at his feet, that's how pleased he is to see one of his favorite things. Of course once he takes a bite his smile fades and the flowers wilt. Such is his disappointment. ]

What on...

[ Coffee. They taste like coffee. Not that he despises coffee or anything, quite the opposite actually. But when you're expecting a sweet juicy apple.. well.. ]

This is just so wrong.

wildcard

Want something else? PM me and I'll whip up something just for you.

[ ooc: just a small note. Jorg is not a nice person. He even self describes himself as 'evil'. The mindsworn, who are the psychics of his world tend to get rather unsettled around him as they can sense this, so any psychics around here feel free to assume they can sense the same. He is likely slightly mindsworn himself due to his extreme charisma and ability to get especially the weak willed to do what he wants. I will not really be playing that aspect in the TDM though! ]

Edited 2017-09-18 04:36 (UTC)

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