TEST DRIVE: DECEMBER

[empevents]

— 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 Tuesday, November 24th and Applications (Canon | OC) open Tuesday, December 1st.
  
  
• OC Reminder! Just a quick reminder that original characters are currently 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: (Taken from the Intro Log) Make a wish! There are two ways to do it—1) write it down on a piece of paper; 2) use paper shaped petals that automatically reflect your deepest dreams and wishes. These wishes are to help instill hope and increase positive vibes around the place, but it's not restricted to just general wishes. Dreams, aspirations, goals—anything toward the future count! In addition, the wish will be a positive for the character, so even if a character wishes for the destruction of the world, so long as that thought makes them happy it'll be considered a positive one. Now, who will see your wish and what will you do with it?

• Prompt E: It's already Notus, the season of winter, and the first snow is starting to fall. With the cold weather now out, appropriate clothing is needed. This season, there are special scarves designed to wrap snugly around and keep you warm—provided you have good warm feelings around you. If you don't, then prepare for a sudden freeze. Not only that, but the scarf will actually stretch out and try to reach out to someone who is giving off warm vibes, so you may have a snuggle buddy if you're not careful.

• Prompt F: Some genius inventors tried to create some automaton capable of clearing the streets. Simple square metal boxes fueled off steam, piston engineering, and emotions, they are equipped with steel blades that break the snow and thin sheets of ice before pushing it to the side. This is their first test run, and it's going as well as one would expect—not well at all. Instead of going after snow, the automaton are chasing after people, and the higher the emotion activity, the faster and more dangerous they become. Either calm those things down or stop them with force!

• Prompt G: What is your worst fear? What do you do if you have to face it? Is it a person? A place? A thing? For this prompt, individuals will find themselves facing their worst fear and must either garner their courage to destroy it, or succumb to it. But good news—help is near! ...Or they could make it worse.

• Prompt H: Make your own! It could include green carrots or miniature sheep.

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!

Comments

Papyrus | Undertale

[spaghetticarboneara]

PROMPT D
[Papyrus is very casually writing on... well, a piece of paper larger than himself. Where he got it, who knows?? But he needs it because he has a big dream, and therefore needs to write a big request. He's narrating it to himself as he writes.]

Dear... Wish Santa... Please make me, the great Papyrus, a member of the Royal Guard! Nyeh heh heh! PS please don't get mad that I wrote my laughter down. PPS do you like it?? I can write more laughs if you want. PPPS also some spaghetti!!!!!!! PPPPS that was part of the wish, not something I'm going to write.

[He then promptly rolls the paper up and pins it to the ground with a giant blue bone. He... honestly isn't totally sure about the process here.]

PROMPT E
[Papyrus is wearing sixteen scarves. He's wrapped very warm and snuggly.

But he's also looking for friends! Therefore, his scarves will totally reach out and grab you and pull you in to snuggle the skeleton. Would you want any different??]

OR SOMETHING ELSE WITH A COOL DUDE???
[Or, you know, do whatever. He's a very easy skeleton. NOT LIKE THAT THOUGH!!!]

E

[timidtwin]

[Lucas is actually not the warmest or snuggliest, though he is trying his best, donning a light blue winter sweater and a matching knitted bobble hat. His companion - a large brown dog - is likely a bit warmer thanks to his thick fur coat.

...it seems that one of Papyrus' sixteen scarves has taken note of that fact and has reached out to take hold of the pooch, bringing him closer to the scarf-wrapped skeleton, much to the boy's surprise.]

A-ah, Boney!

[Cue kid running after the dog as the scarf recoils, until he's met with... even more scarves?? He can hear Boney whimpering but... looking closer, he's sure he can see something white in there?]

Maridian | World of Warcraft (OC)

[seesbosscrotch]

E.

Looking at Maridian from the outside, one wouldn't think he had a lack of 'good, warm emotions' -- the armored elf was all smiles as he strolled down the street, looking at the buildings with a low whistle. Oh, he wasn't impressed, mind, but he did enjoy the view and the construction. This was no Dalaran, but it was sure no Undercity, either.

Yes, he looked cheerful enough -- which was why the snaking scarf lashing out to scoop up someone nearby was a complete surprise to him. With a strangled yelp and flailing limbs, the paladin skidded backwards as the scarf sought out someone who could offer the warmth it craved. Snow thumped along the path his heels marked on the ground in heavy clumps as his surprise coalesced it out of the air.

F.

On one end of the street, a metal box that hissed and sputtered as thick, heavy blades swung out of it in blind anger. On the other, a Sin'dorei paladin, drawing his sword as he urged his charger to a gallop.

The warhorse's hooves clashed heavily on the ground as Mar leaned low over its neck, the greatsword held out and back as wind whistled over its curves and the enchanted glow traced a line of light through the air. A broad grin on the elf's face matched the growing tingle in the air, as if lightning were moments away from striking.

"ANAR'ALAH BELORE!" Maridian bellowed as he kicked out of the saddle, leaping towards the machine. The summoning magics that bound the charger lapsed the moment he lost contact with it, and the warhorse vanished as Mar swung his sword around and brought it down with his strength and the full weight of momentum behind it. "Kneel to your better, you emotionless machine incapable of kneeling or making that arbitrary value judgment!"

A great rent in its metal shell notwithstanding, the box surged forward, bringing its blade to bear on the Blood Knight.

Hope you don't mind. F.

[needsexcitement]

A blue beam of magic struck the insane machine, knocking it back just enough for the Blood Knight to be able to make a strike of his own.

Cadence beat her wings to stay aloft with little effort. Perhaps it was because her own magic was typically attuned with emotions that it seemed just a bit stronger than normal here, urging her to pull back a little bit more than normal. Or it was possibly her imagination. She'd get it sooner or later.

"You okay?!"

Valamia | World of Warcraft (oc)

[stormcalling]

D

[Valamia is not keen on the idea of wishes. They were cute in theory but suffice to say age did not make her an optimist. One may find her with a few crumpled up pieces of paper with various wishes on them all poorly scratched out. There's a variety of things from grand "The Legion falls" or "Save our home world" to simple and mundane ones like "Find a partner" and "Build a real house". Either way it seems that she's awful at the idea of ever narrowing a wish down to one thing. She might have missed the memo that explained it was all done in good fun.

Anyone peeking or snooping around the slow growing collection of people would find her still there. She's attempting to think of another reasonable wish with little success.]

This is absolutely ridiculous. [Yet here she is considering it. Someone might be a tad hypocritical.]

E

[Did she ever mention that she was only mildly comfortable with a scarf? She didn't mind it as it was probably the most comfortable thing she had found so far. It wasn't quite as nice as sitting by a fireplace but she wasn't going to complain. Certainly she is quite okay with the situation and that was a very rare thing for her to admit even to herself.

That is until that scarf decides to get a mind of its own and try to worm up to other people. There might be a yelp from her when it decides on its newest victim. Just once in life: couldn't anything ever be as simple as it looked?]

Wild Card

[Because spacegoats Draenei who occasionally crackle with lightning are prone to messing something or someone at some point. Occasionally even capable of doing something nice!]

E!

[guitarosecutor]

[Klavier hears the yelp just in time to see a scarf snaking towards him with an extremely tall purple woman in tow. This island...]

[He holds out a hand to catch her before she can fall over, though the scarf seems very insistent in winding its way around his neck. This is probably his own fault for letting his general good cheer and humor lapse for a moment, but even rock god prosecutors can't be perfect all the time.]

Well. Good afternoon, Fräulein.

N Harmonia | Pokémon

[enharmonicchord]

D

[Like many others, N had been captured by the charm of wishes - yet he stays aside, looking at others rather than writing down his own hope for the future just yet. The snow is somewhat soft and melting in his warm wake, and for those who are currently putting their paper up he has but one inquiry.]

Do you plan to follow your aspirations, to lead them with your own hand to their fulfillment? Or will you let fate guide your wish and decide whether or not it's granted?

[It's rather important to him, after all.]


Or, you know, whatever.

[Perhaps you'll find him keeping warm with his large friend somewhere around Verens, sharing a pleasant-feeling pastry and seemingly carrying a conversation with the beast without issue.

Or outside of it once it's become apparent that there are many who aren't too kind to such fearsome creatures among them (which is a shame, really, Reshiram is perfectly friendly to those they see that deserve it and N is quite offended others would not wish to partake in the fluffy dragon), quietly contemplating the snow as it falls.]

D

[heretic_hamlet]

[He folds the paper as soon as he's done writing it, though- despite his ornate calligraphy and quirks of language- a few words are visible. 'peace' perhaps being the most carefully-penned one of all.]

You bid me choose between will and wisdom?

[He tucks it in the crook of a particularly sturdy branch.]

Pray you leave some room for prudence.

Thereth | Warcraft OC

[unholy_rebirth]

((Prompt F))

[Like many tauren, Thereth has never been one for fancy machinery. She had seen plenty like the little boxes scuttling around the streets, sure, but how they'd been made, or why they'd been made, were questions that she had no clue about. Also things that she had no clue about: why they seemed so determined to branish their little blades at random people and chase them across the city. But she couldn't just leave them like that – the boxes or the people. As weirdly charming as the rampaging box-robots were, those blades did look a little too sharp to have that close to innocents.

So she starts to jog towards the next chasee she sees, waving a big arm to get their attention.]

Run towards me, dear!

((Freestyle prompt!))

[The cold doesn't bother her much anymore, but there is still something to be said about a warm cafe and a nice table by the window. Namely, that both of those things are good for sketching the scenery and passers-by.

She has her sketchbook with her, as well as a pen, a few (rather short) pencils, and a piece of charcoal. The cup of hot cocoa on the table seems to have quite a few darkened fingerprints on it, and there's a smudge of charcoal on her cheek.

While she's spent the last couple of hours gazing out the window for inspiration, as she turns to a new page in her sketchbook she decides to take a look around the cafe instead. Perhaps there are interesting people sitting in here with her! The lamp near her table is glowing pleasantly from her productive, happy mood, and she'll even give anyone who meets her eye a little wave.]

The cold doesn't bother her anyway?

[greatcleavage]

[Roy has been keeping a quiet eye on the minotaur (or at least what he identifies as a minotaur) for a little while now. Not that he intends to prejudge anyone, but the minotaurs of his world had a certain reputation, and he has no way of immediately knowing if this one will be similar or different. Also the eyes are a bit alarming.]

[But as time has passed, the fighter has relaxed completely, pleased to see that his concern is entirely unfounded. So when she offers a wave in his direction, right as he's coming back from picking himself up a sandwich, he returns a friendly smile and shifts his path from the far side of her table to the one she's on.]

Mind if I ask what you're drawing?

Itsuki Kagami | Norn9

[redream]

Prompt C

Hmm? Telepathy and emotions? It’s almost like we’ve got infinite Heis. [An image of a a friend comes to mind.] I like the guy, but man it’s nice none of you are as loud as him. But with all this telepathy, I might have a few surprises for you all tonight. [Did he sound suggestive? He sure did.]

Prompt F

[Itsuki is just watching from the sidelines laughing at all the people being chased. This new fangled technology is still a new thing for him, but living on the Norn has helped him adjust to the more modern type of technology. The kid would be having a hey-day here with all this. So Itsuki thinks.

But he might step in for a bit here and there to help people.]

for the dudes

My my, you seem to be having a little trouble~! [His voice has a hint of amusement, a smirk on his face that people may just want to punch. But his calmness may be affecting the robots so perhaps it’s good to have Itsuki near? At least he’s figured this out.]

for the ladies~~~<3

[Itsuki will be holding his hand out for the fair maiden who might be in need of help, and if she offers her hand, he will pull her into him for safety. And yes, putting himself between the machine and her.]

Are you alright, Miss? I’d have to see a lovely person like you hurt.

[Charm, charm and more charm. Feel free to still punch him.]

Prompt F-the-rules

[So that thing that Itsuki was promising? He’s manipulating dreams now. His dream is actually very pleasant. Your character will feel calm and sedated but might see him roaming about the dream a bit just watching. He’s added little sheep to his dream who are chasing green carrots just because he can.]

Hey, they say you show your true self when dreaming. I wonder how different you are between dreaming and awake.

[He may as well hold a conversation. He’s in control of the dream so unless he ends the dream or your character reaches the ‘end’ of the dream they won’t wake. Unless they force it.]

[mahoukillabro]

[Rose wasn't completely defenseless against the snow death machines, but her weapons weren't doing much good either. After a few dinks, it was clear that her only real choice was running.]

[Thankfully, someone steps in before she takes too much damage or gets too exhausted. Unfortunately, it looked like she'd happened upon Zaveid 2.0.]

I'm fine, thanks.

[Even though she's really grateful, the only thing her tone conveys is how done she is with dealing with people like this.]

Princess Cadence || My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

[needsexcitement]

[Prompt B]

Cadence hadn't been born a princess. Even after she'd earned her horn, she still had a somewhat normal life doing typical teenage pony things including getting a part-time job. In fact, she'd become quite the accomplished babysitter. Which was why she was able to bring the human foals under control with relative ease. (Good practice for if she and Shining Armor ever had a foal of their own!)

"All right, everyone, it's snack time!" she told them cheerfully, carrying a tray of cookies and apple juice with her magic as the children marveled.

She had to admit that being a magical pony helped with these particular children.

[Prompt E]

After spending so much time in the Crystal Empire (the actual place, not her aunt's shop here), she'd gotten used to ice and snow. After all, the Crystal Empire was far to the north even if the Crystal Heart made the temperature of the Empire itself a more temperate climate.

She nuzzled her warm scarf, closing her eyes and imagining it as Shining's foreleg around her shoulders which made it and the area around her all the warmer. Perhaps he'd arrive sooner or later...

Someone might want to grab her attention before she bumps right into them while lost in her fantasy.

E!

[umbralshadows]

The person standing at the corner seemed to be lost in thought for a moment. That was, until she sensed someone approaching. When you see a sudden blur of pink and purple out of the corner of your eye, you can't help but notice. Having a sort of sixth sense didn't really hurt matters, yet when the alicorn did not stop or begin to move to the left or right to avoid collision...

"Pay heed to the path," the knight stated out in warning, maneuvering herself to sidestep the alicorn. Despite the whole "having a pointy horn of her own" thing, Mae's armor was anything but a soft pillow. Not the best thing to bump into unless you mean to use it as a shield.

Rideaux | Tales of Xillia 2

[evilfrenzy]

E

[Even when bundling up is required, Rideaux makes sure he's stylish about it. It's only a plus that this scarf is designed to be extra warm!

However, as he sets out with his large black scarf, he finds that it isn't really helping protect him from the cold at all. If anything, it's making him feel colder. His boa did a much better job at keep him warm, and it's not even proper winter gear!

Frowning down at the useless thing, he contemplates taking it back and demanding a refund. He's not going to get a chance to do that though, because as soon as he goes to turn back, his scarf seems to gain a mind of its own and drag him in the opposite direction...toward the nearest actually warm person.]

What in the--?!

[Congratulations, you now have a very unwilling and angry doctor in your vicinity.]

F

[The scarf debacle was one thing, but this is something on a completely different level of ridiculous. Apparently some of the automaton sensed Rideaux's fuming over being shoved into people all day, because they've taken quite a liking to him! But unfortunately for them, Rideaux is not the sort of person to just run away.

No, he'll fight back.

So feel free to come across some fabulous-looking dude in red, kicking around the poor bladed boxes and seemingly enjoying doing so. He doesn't seem to have much trouble handling them, but the problem is, he's only attracting more of them by doing this...]

F!

[sobored]

What the-

[If Rideaux doesn't mind an audience, Junko's just going to stand there and watch the hilarious sight unfolding before her. After all, if he's expecting to put an end to those things, it's well...hopeless, or at least it looks that way at the rate the new ones are replacing the busted ones.]

Whoa, keep it up! I'm sure you'll take out the last of them eventually!

[And now she's shouting encouragement because it's so clearly unnecessary.]

Rose | Tales of Zestiria

[mahoukillabro]

[A]

[Upon checking the taskboard for potential jobs, there was one that caught Rose's attention almost immediately. She had a lot of combat experience, but advertising for a restaurant? Right up her alley!]

[She's set up shop on main street, armed to the teeth with turnip merchandise. Her usual jacket has been swapped out for another one, decorated with a giant smiling turnip and the words Turnt-up Turnip in large letters on the back.]

[She'll approach anyone she happens to make eye contact with, brandishing a free hat as she walks forward.]

Hey, you got a minute?

[C]

Testing, testing...hello?

[Rose rubbed the amulet on her dagger uncertainly. It wasn't that she was unfamiliar with telepathic communication, but it wasn't necessarily something that she was comfortable with, either. She could do without the creepy voices in her head for...the rest of her life, really.]

Man, I hope this thing doesn't work.

[Wildcard]

[Up to you!]

[meebro]

Well this is a surprise. Who's a 'creepy voice' now again?

[Hey Rose, guess what? It works.]

Renne Hayworth | Legend of Heroes: Trails in the Sky

[notquiteangelic]

[ooc: Yes, the part of canon she is introduced in is under a month old, but it will be at a month when apps open. No spoilers are present in this comment and I avoided prompts that could result in spoilers, but if you want to avoid them just let me know and I'll make sure they don't come up.]

D

[Renne found a piece of paper that is a very lovely shade of purple. Normal paper, not the petal stuff. She's writing on it quite intently with handwriting that looks very pretty. She's saying what she is writing out loud as she does so.]

I wish to make lots and lots of friends in this place and have fun playing hide and seek with them all.

[She then signs it with her name and folds it up and adds a pretty red wax seal that she has on her.]

H

[Renne is in a shop that sells plushies, among other things. She's looking at some of them to find a cute one to buy. She definitely pushed aside the green carrot plushie. Seriously, what person would want such a thing? She looks a bit weirded out when she comes across a plush sheep as well. It looked a bit too much like a Creepy Sheep from her world for her tastes.

She then finds a cute white plush bunny and a black plush kitten. Unable to decide she's going to ask some random other person in the store for an opinion.]

Excuse me, which one do you think is cuter? [She holds up the bunny and kitten for your character to see clearly.

H!

[mahoukillabro]

[Rose originally came to the store on business, but the variety of stuffed animals available in the store quickly stole her interest.]

[At least, they occupy her attention until a little girl comes up to her. Nope, nothing out of place here! She smiles as she responds.]

I dunno, I think they both look pretty cute! Which one do you like more?

Gou Matsuoka | Free!

[muscle_maniac]

• Prompt D •
[Make a wish, huh? Well, besides the disconnect from being in a world built on emotions, her wish hasn't really seemed to change too much. So seeing the paper in front of her, she wrote a brief message down.]

Please bring my brother and the others together again like they used to be.

[Content with her wish, she wouldn't mind if anyone really saw it.]

• Prompt E •
[Arriving here in her winter uniform did help a little, but it was still probably not snowy, cold weather clothing to wear. She hadn't had much of a chance to really go shopping for clothing just yet though. Buttoning up her blazer helped a little, but she couldn't help her shivering.

That was until she felt something wrap around her. A... scarf? It was certainly warm, but where did it come from? After disregarding where it came from, she couldn't help that small smile as she reached for the scarf gently. She just took the moment to watch as snow was falling. It was a nice view and certainly started to make the area glisten.]

Pretty...

• Prompt G •
[Gou wasn't sure about what she was seeing or how... She would call out to her friends but... they weren't listening to her... Was she just not calling loud enough?]

Hey, guys! Is everything-- [Still no answer. Why were they leaving her? Looking to Rin, she tried to reach out for him as well.] okay....?

Onii-chan! Over here!

[He was... walking away. Why was he walking away from her too? She knew that he had kept his distance enough in the past but he was just flat out ignoring her now. Did she do something wrong? The next person she saw was someone whom she didn't expect to see.]

D-Dad? [And again, no recognition, just.... walking away.] Dad! Wait!

[There was no way that she was going to let him leave to. She had to run after him, but suddenly he was gone... All of her friends and family had walked out of her life. Why? Was it something she did? She couldn't help those tears.]

Please don't... leave me alone....

Prompt E (sorry I can't do the sad one T.T )

[jumpstheshark]

[Rin spots the familiar shade of red he's looking for and jogs out after his sister. He hadn't realized she had gone out without even like borrowing a coat or anything! What, was she crazy?

But it definitely made him decide to fix this little clothing issue now. They were getting her some stuff today. He has a little sister to look out for, a lot better than he'd done for years back home. He can at least do this much for her, when she's done so much for him. So so much.

As he catches up, he takes notice of the scarf though and wonders where that came from. He didn't recognize it from the house...]

Gou, you should have taken my coat or something, gee--! URK! [And the scarf snags around him as soon as he's close enough and drags brother and sister together. Literally.] What the hell?

Gwendolyn | Odin Sphere

[valkyria]

Prompt A

[Given how much Gwendolyn feels, it’s not exactly hard for the surrounding areas to ‘express’ her inner emotions. There’s a loneliness settling in making her surrounding area dark, but most of all what people may feel is a pull toward her. The need for love, the need for someone to say that they want and need her. She did so much for her father, yet he gave her away. However, his words, his hollow words made her happier more than anything, or so she thought.

Though for now her gaze is upon her ring finger of her left hand, an odd feeling of perhaps love? Or she doesn’t know. But the spell her father placed on her means she’ll eventually fall in love with him – that’s… how it’s supposed to go.]

Prompt C

[Her telepathy isn’t on purpose, but there is one question that leaks out due to her emotional state.]

What does it mean to love someone? How am I supposed to feel?


Prompt F

What are these abominations?

[People can probably hear her yell and are probably now watching in her the sky, the wings on her hips flapping as she dives down with her spear to take one of these… things out. Yet with her in battle mode, it means she’s aggressive and well, angry. So more keep coming to find her.]

Whoever is controlling these, I will find them. ‘Tis a mistake to challenge me.

[She at least knows she’s strong. After all, she is a Valkyrie. Still, one might wish to calm the battle maiden down.]

F, because I can

[boredalready]

[Lloyd, seeing the girl in trouble, doesn't think twice about grabbing his swords and running over to help her fight off the strange robot things. He pulls one arm back, and a giant animal's head shows like a ghostly image before him as the robots are all pushed back with the force of his impact.]

They're robots. No one's controlling them. They're just broken.

mikleo. ❝ tales of zestiria.

[contribute]

( prompt B + PART ONE )

[ Someone has their eyes focused on-- "Arch Archeology", if it isn't obvious enough he seems kinda.. upset? Distressed? One thing is for certain, he isn't pleased at all.

And no it has nothing to do with not being an Earth Seraph! Nothing to do with it at all! Instead-- ] Why would you want to replace ruined structures? Something like that is still part of history-- it's still just as important as it was before its current state.

[ Is this person actually upset about broken structures being replaced? ..Yes, the answer is yes. That's like finding an old ruin and deciding, "oh it's fine, we can just fix it up and make a new one on top." That was every bit disrespectful!! He may be giving you a look if you so much as spare the task a glance-- ] I hope you aren't thinking of picking it up.

[ you can just feel the JUDGING roll in waves at you. ]

( prompt B + PART TWO )

[ He may or may not have accepted the wrong task.. I mean, what could go wrong? Except for the fact that Mikleo has apparently gained one small white cat to take care of in the meantime before its given a proper home.

On one hand, at least it isn't a dog.... But, the particular feline is stepping onto his shoulders and around and Mikleo is having a bit of a struggle just trying to keep it still-- Ow, ow, claws-- Offer some friendly catty advice?! ]

Mae Himaa | Final Fantasy XIV (OC)

[umbralshadows]

Prompt D
[Ordinarily she isn't the one who writes these sorts of prayers or wishes things for herself, instead trying to fulfill them. Yet this was a foreign land - more foreign than Eorzea had been, anyroad. And the wishes that were already left were... likely nothing she could help with. Plus much of at least one settlement back home already learned the dark truth about her most private wishes (and in a sense, it came to pass!), but given the recent state of events...

She starts to write with a quill on the strange parchment (so fine! it would may Aeslyn so jealous!):]

I wish to save a friend to be free to star-

[...This is ridiculous. She crumples up the paper before reducing it to ash in the palm of her hand.] I wish he were here. He'd be more interested in this sort of thing.

Prompt E (spoilers blacked out)
[Having recently been through a trauma conga line not even a few months ago entailing the attempted regicide of one of her strongest advocates, being blamed for the supposed regicide, and watching another lose an arm over it... only to watch her brother in arms die protecting her as she held his hand, it was no wonder why even with the scarf wrapped around her neck, she was still shivering and trying to warm herself as much as possible. It did not help that the snow seemed to fall just a little more over her head as though it were a blizzard instead of a gentle fall like it was not even a stones' throw away. Though to the random passerby, it may just look like a newcomer trying to make sense of this emotions made manifest thing.

...At least until the scarf starts reaching out toward them, anyway.]

Prompt F
[This isn't the first time she's seen automaton technology go haywire, so when she notices that these automaton in particular are going after defenseless innocents (or maybe not so defenseless or innocent) just minding their own business, instinct takes over. Drawing the large sword from her back, she places it between the targeted and the machine, something... not quite right in her smile.]

Now was this what you were programmed to do? I dare say I know a goldsmith back home who would throw a fit to see their creations attacking the commonfolk. [She shrugs.] Well, I suppose there is a first for everything.

[If she's not stopped, the automaton may very well find itself cut to pieces.]

So I heard you were looking for Cuddles so I put some cuddles in your cuddles

[linkpearls]

[Snow was actually a thing here and thank the Twelve someone had the right mind to put on a coat and gloves on before heading out. This whole world and the usage of emotions was interesting indeed as the young Scion leader headed down the street, not knowing that a scarf suddenly clinged onto her.]

Ah!

[She's more startled than scared but whoever owned the garment would find a Midlander accidentally slam into them. Yeah whoops.]

Oh, forgive me! It seemed that I got caught in your clothing.

[No, you're not dreaming Mae. And she does not know who she bumped into. Or rather the scarf pulled in because she has not seen her face yet.]

Ramza Beoulve || Final Fantasy Tactics: War of the Lions

[heretic_hamlet]

Prompt E

No matter how many winters or flurries Ramza had seen in more recent years, the falling snow ever beat against him with hints of a dredging menlancholy, with only the crisp sound of his footsteps to ward off the the muffled calm. But better that he let it spur his stride than let it pile on his shoulders. Even moreso, for what comforts that scarf would allow him in such a state, his thoughts so often pulled aside like woven yarn and bared to the sting of frost.

It was a tough call which was more unusual; seeing someone take a wintry walk in a knight's armor, seeing him stubbornly re-tying a festively-colored scarf every dozen or so steps... or seeing the excited flutters it gave at passerby, oftentimes making Ramza stumble as it nearly leaped clear off his neck.

Or, more often than not, pulled him straight into passerby. And if nothing else, it would at least pull him out from thinking about the snow, and into some hasty apologies...

Prompt F

Then again, there were greater worries than loose scarves. Worries that made his armor seem a bit less impractical.

"Hold--!"

The workings of machinery and artifice were always beyond his understanding, but even Ramza knew the dangers of an armed and addled automaton. How to stop its workings, on the other hand, was a bit more straightfoward; and while his sword may have done well enough in drawing the thing's attention from passerby or beating its blades aside...

"Stand down--!!"

If this thing didn't start heeding him, he was going give in to frustration and start swinging through it. Weren't these things supposed to obey commands?!

Prompt F

[odetothefallen]

A white-haired young man drops down onto a nearby lamp post as light as a cat. He sighs. "Miles from home and there's still crazy scientists." He grumbles and flips over the side and land as lightly as he had the first time.

"I don't think it has enough of a mind to listen to you." His own frustration makes the rocks on the ground turn to sand. He spares it a glance as pale green light rides up his arm. Long deadly blade like claws replace his fingers as he sighs heavily. "But if you want to stop it I can lend you a hand."

Takako Wakahisa | Original Character

[ungaikyo]

Prompt D

[ A wish? Takako has never had wishes before, nor did he ever have aspirations to begin with. As a spiritually being he wasn't used to something like this. Their lives was infinite for as long as they remained believed in. He supposed in that sense a wish would be for more people to remember him? But being around for so long did make him wonder and think hard about what he wanted...

Did he even deserve to make one? Perhaps it could be for something or someone else then? So he will nod solemnly to himself as he writes his wish down on a piece of paper. He wants to...learn how to trust and get along with humans again. He wants to learn how to make friends and enjoy this new life he's been given.

Once he's done writing me manages a small smile. Speaking mostly to himself he will just nod at the slip of paper. Okay! He's got this. ] This-this is g-good enough I-I think.

Prompt E

W-Wait! S-Stop that! [ Scarf bro why do you do this to him? Anyone nearby giving off warm vibes will have one snuggle buddy to go. Takako's thoughts aren't exactly the warmest of the nicest, especially about himself, so he could use some help with that as the scarf seems to deem important right this very instant. But Takako isn't used to this close of proximity so he's just all sorts of flustered and awkward. Hiedhugje he's so sorry?! Please don't be mad... ]

I. I-I'm so s-sorry!! [ Ah, please don't be mad with him!! He can't exactly stop this thing... ]

Prompt F

[ Snow machine indeed. Takako was just going out for a stroll when he comes in the line of fire of the thing. He barely has a second to react but a bright white light will erupt out in front of him and the machine might actually be flung backwards, as if repelled by some sort of force. If anyone is behind or near here he might look towards them with a scared sort of expression. Ah. Ah. His legs are shaking so much he can hardly move. But that's not really the case for the machine, which is totally heading for him again.

Someone please help this smol spirit. He is just so shaken and out of sorts right now. ]

Wildcard!

[ Random it up! I'm cool with open prompts. ]

E

[boredalready]

[Lloyd's been pretty okay since getting here. He's made a lot of new friends and Colette's here. As such, he's pretty much been walking around the whole place with the biggest of smiles for everyone to see.

When he's attacked by some strange guy in a fluffy scarf, he reels back.]

WH-What are you doing? Back up!

megumi hakone | original character

[mugenhatsuden]

a;
[ Look up, what's that in the sky? Is it a bird? Is it a plane? Could it be.... Superman???

- actually, it doesn't really seem like Superman, even if the figure is dressed in an outfit that's partially red. It's not possible to see the person's face right now, but their wings are recognizable as jet wings. That is, until a particularly large jet of fire (!!) erupts from the end of one of said wings, and the pilot starts careening off to one side. ]

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!

[ Have what can now be discerned as a teenage girl no older than twenty falling out of the sky. She might be headed your way - while she isn't quite tumbling through the air, her descent is still quite rapid towards the snow-covered ground. The culprit fire has been extinguished, but will she level out in time?

Running might be a good idea just about now. ]


c;
[ There's a small but surprisingly firm voice coming over the network. ]

Hey, uh... on the rare chance that someone here's also from Eden, or... you know, what's called 'Modern Earth' around here? [ Somehow, you can hear the airquotes. ] Any chance you can help me out? I think I fried my phone's cable... yeah...

Man, I should'a really taken that engineering course... [mumble mumble]


e;
[ Snow is falling very gently from the sky, leaving no hint that might suggest a near-accident happening in the nearby streets - save for the puddle of meltwater across the road, but that can be easily refrozen and the scorch marks were already cleaned up. Clearly, nothing serious has happened.

Megumi has retracted her wings, deciding against flying for now and sticking to walking through the streets. There's a small ball of fire in her hands while she walks around, which she blows into once in a while. If you're cold she might be coming up to you with what seems like a green carrot retrieved from her pocket.

Then she sets it on fire. ]

Here ya go. This'll help.

A! NYOOOM~!!!

[strongestoftheturks]

[Rude had just been going about his business (and by business, collecting intel and data) when he first hears the faint scream. And when it gets louder and louder, it seems to be coming from above him.

One glance up and he needs to pull down his shades a little, just to check that he wasn't seeing things. Yup, that sure is a young female hurtling down towards him at breakneck speed. He's almost surprised that she hasn't blacked-out yet, but if she hits the ground at the rate she's going? Broken bones are almost certainly a must.

He could run, sure, but Rude's not that heartless. He's just not too sure if there's anything he can do to help. It's not like he has a Float materia on hand.

But then again, he has something better than just materia. He has his emotions. And while the effects are varied and outside his control, well...it's not like he has anything else to use. Might as well take that gamble. After all, he doesn't have much to lose.

Taking a deep breath, he focuses on calm. On serenity. On peace. And as he does so, the area around him turns still, like a moment captured in time.

In fact, time might actually stop.

Agatha Heterodyne | Girl Genius

[coffee_spark]

[B]

[Usually, 'testing a vehicle' involves big lab spaces and tracks and brick walls and such. Bah, says the Heterodyne. This thing needs road-tested.]

[That is why she is now barrelling down the street behind the wheel of what keen-eyed observers would see is a Verminard autowagon.]

[Well, at least those exhilarated whoops are going to add a few drops to her amulet.]

[C]
[Telepathic signal burst! Behind any deliberate words that might come through is a constant noise, like a recording of Agatha's voice reading off a stream of tangents and scientific observations and random observations as fast as possible.]

Telepathy, huh?(silly-nosuchthing) How would I even know if it worked?(therearen'tanysignaltransmitters) Can anyone hear me?(nobroadcasttowersnothing)

[F]

[Even before she came here, Agatha was not one to ignore the screaming of panicked civilians, and now she's even less so. Thus she goes charging out of her workshop, an oversized wrench in one hand, and pauses only briefly to assess the situation: rogue streetcleaning clanks. Honestly, this was every Tuesday for her for a while. And while streetcleaning day in Beetleburg hadn't been the public menace it was in other places, the townspeople knew to stay out of the way.]

[Not so, here, it seems.]

[Furthermore, she can now do something about it. So she darts through the crowd, running toward the thing instead of away from it. Wrench at the ready, she ducks a few slashing blades and, when close enough, jams said wrench into the machine's primary drive train, at least ceasing its forward movement for a few moments. The blades and brushes wave frantically as she climbs over its wheels and she loses an inch or so of hair when one gets a little too close while she's prying open the forward casing.]

[She searches her pockets, sticking a tiny screwdriver in her mouth while digging deeper in them. ...Whups.]

Anybody have a three-eighths socket wrench?

[H]

[Agatha is by the street outside her workshop, holding a miniature sheep. No, not a lamb, a full-grown sheep that just happens to be the size of a kitten. It makes tiny, quiet baaaa sounds.]

Does this belong to anyone?

Alexander Hamilton | Hamilton

[allshotsfired]

[Prompt B
The list is simple: tell her to eat, make sure she goes out, see that she is well and doesn't crack, but there's so much more he could be helping with! A novel in a month is a fine exercise, and who is he to not... you know, give it a look over. Or offer assistance, or just act as a proper editor. The authors of the future are important.

And okay he might have gone a bit without rest and skipped a few meals, but he's about twenty pages into the questions and edits she was asking about. He can have something to eat and nap after he sees her tonight.]


[Prompt D
The little paper petals started out with something along the lines of a more cohesive government, but as the wish goes on (and who really writes paragraphs about their wishes?), another train of thought creeps in. More emotion than written, more heartfelt than planned, the simple desire for second chances, a legacy ... and people he cares for that'd remain.

But that's not what he intended to come out when he was thinking of it, so he stuffs those petals in his pocket and starts to write down something about a proper governmental system. Pity that one or two drift away unnoticed.]


[OR freestyle, whatever you want, man]

d

[rhymeswithsir]

[Littering Hamilton, really? That's not particularly civic-minded of you.

At first, he's not inclined to pay all that much attention to the little slips of paper, honestly. He does see Hamilton up ahead, and they haven't had the smoothest of relationships since they both turned up here. Their first meeting amply demonstrated the mechanisms of this new world, the way that they could inadvertently exert power over the world around them. It had been a quick and surprising lesson. Not a pleasant one, though, for someone like Burr, who liked to keep his cards (and his emotional responses) close to his chest.

...That being said. He also notices how the little pieces of paper have Hamilton's hand scrawled all over them. And he has a sick sort of curiosity about what's so important that Hamilton felt the need to express himself on such an ill-fitted surface. Burr stoops to collect the petals, and to read them.

He ends up frowning. It's not his fault, it's not his fault, Hamilton is the one who wouldn't apologize, who gave no indication that he was going to do anything other than kill him.

...He ends up striding towards him - almost past him, actually. At the last second, he opens his fist, lets the petals fall at Hamilton's feet.]

Here. Wouldn't want you to lose these.

Genis Sage | Tales of Symphonia

[twohares]

prompt B

[ If you don't work, you don't eat. Even Genis knew that, even if he never had to hold an actual job before.

At first, sorting and filing away documents didn't sound so bad. It paid well, and the work was all inside. It was all about focus and attention to detail, and Genis had both of those. Piece of cake! he had thought.

It was turning out a little more involved than that.

What started as a small "miscellaneous" stack spawned a second "fits in multiple categories" stack and another "I don't even know what to do with this" pile. All over his desk. He was starting to see why it paid so well; this was a headache!

He groaned, holding his head in his hands as he considered the time ticking away. It was starting to get late, and he wasn't even close to finishing. Never mind how his coworkers were doing.

...actually, he had no idea how they were doing. ]

prompt E

[ Generally speaking, Genis didn't mind the cold. In fact, there was still a lot of novelty to the entire "snowing" thing that usually made snowy days like this pretty enjoyable.

This wasn't one of those usual, enjoyable days.

Genis huffed, a cloud of air rising up behind the wall of scarf wrapped around his chin. And neck. And shoulders. And trailing on the ground around him.

...It was just going to keep getting longer, wasn't it?

The sensible thing to do in this scenario might be to just cut his losses and discard the stupid thing, but he was cold, and if he could just make it to his job, things would work out.

So for about the tenth time this trip, he yanks on the loose end of the scarf to fling over his shoulder as he trudges on.

Hopefully that wasn't under (or around) any feet there. ]

prompt ????

[ Or something else entirely! We can figure something out! ]

B!

[boredalready]

[Lloyd's not a messy guy. His apartment stays pretty clean, except for the area where he's set up a small workbench. However, he knows his limits and he's not as organized as Genis. So, he passed on this job.

But, his best friend has been gone all day and it's starting to get late. Enter Lloyd with sandwiches in a bag for the mage to eat. He's testy when hungry. ]

Hey Genis! How's...it...going? [Yep, he's noticed the mess.] Uh, this part of the job?

Natalia Romanova | Marvel 616 |

[natalia_romanova]

[Prompt E]

Cold was not unknown to her, one does not grow up in Russia without growing some tolerance to wintry conditions. She had spent her formative years in some of the worst climes and trained to handle any environment after that. The biting cold was just another thing to adapt to, and she did so with the provided warm clothing, though with Natalia her mood was often a cover for whatever it was she was doing so she herself wasn't necessarily providing any warm feelings. Rather her inquisitiveness was based out of this sudden appearance here and how to deal with it.

That was about the time the scarf took on a life of it's own, slithering and writhing like a serpent despite her best efforts to catch it. "Look out!" But the warning was not in time to save the poor knit captured soul.



[Prompt F]
She recalled machines that cleaned streets and some that scrapped ice, the machine humming it's way down the street seemed to be a combination of both. It was leaving a clean, ice and snow free path behind it, at least for the first few blocks. After that things started to get a bit less friendly.

The whirring grew louder and the gnash of machinery took on an unpleasant intensity. It veered from the side of the street toward a morning jogger who deftly avoided it. Others weren't looking so lucky, with a hushed curse in her native tongue Natalia moved into action. "This way! Get inside!" She ushered a few by standards into a nearby building while she threw her coat aside and activated the charges in her widows bite bracelets.

"You," She shouted to a likely looking person nearby, "Slide this under it as it goes past you." She tosses a small golden disc from her belt, low level explosive should do the trick to at least slow the thing down. She had another ready to go as soon as she got the thing herded away from the crowd.

Delphine Angua Von Uberwald | Discworld

[von_uberwolf]

-A-

A pretty blond woman walks down the street, and attracted the type of attention a pretty blond woman tends to. The occasional cat call is an annoying part of life for Angua, but there's something about wolf whistles specifically that set her off. When one man out walking his dog tried this, Angua abruptly turned and shot him a nasty glare and growled at him. The dog sensed something about this woman that his owner didn't and immediately fled, yelping, down a side street.

The man fled, chasing after his dog, and felt inwardly relieved to have an excuse to leave though he couldn't say why.

Angua's satisfaction at seeing him leave caused the sudden spread of ice that had coated all the nearby surfaces when she had had her little outburst to start melting away.

-B-ish-

There were a number of tasks that required tracking someone or something, and tracking was something that Angua was good at. She barely even seemed to use her eyes, just wandering along and sniffing at the air. Whatever she's doing, she seems certain of herself. Whenever she says "This way" or "They stopped here for a while", she sounds absolutely certain of herself.

-H-

Ah, the sight of the full moon is truly a beautiful thing. It brings to mind beautiful nights, romantic encounters, werewolves...

Yes, those eyes staring at you from the darkness definitely don't look like they belong to a human. In fact, they definitely belong to a wolf with oddly blond fur that looks poised to leap. The more calm headed person might look past the claws and fangs and realize that it looks poised to leap away from you.

Or maybe all you see is the fangs. I wouldn't blame you. They look very sharp.

Carlos Ramirez | The Dresden Files

[ithurtstobethisgood]

-C-

Oh THIS is a neat toy. I wonder if this is what it's like to use the internet.

Buenos dias, Verens. I am Warden Carlos Ramirez, licensed wizard and professional handsome devil.

Don't be shy, I don't bite. Unless that's what you're into.

[You can practically hear the eyebrow waggle.]

-F-

Ramirez stood calmly in the path of the rogue street cleaner, wearing a pair of leather gloves with metal plates that were etched with magical runes, and cracked his knuckles. He waited until what he felt was the most dramatic moment, then shouted a spell incantation and flung both hands dramatically at the advancing machine.

For once, grandstanding didn't bite him in the ass. With the gesture came a flood of green glowing gas that floated in the air before him. When the street cleaner crashed into the green cloud, there was a sound of tearing metal and crumbling machinery. What came out the other side of the cloud was a large mass of metallic sand that pelted Ramirez and anyone else in the area all over.

Ramirez blinked and spat out some of the stuff that had gotten into his mouth. Annoying, but better than being chopped up into little bits. He'd have to be sure to give himself more space next time. He bowed to the suitably impressed crowd standing by the street.

"All in a day's work, ladies and gentlemen. Sorry about the mess, but I think we can all agree this is better than the alternative, right?"

Shadow | City of Heroes

[orions_shadow]

Prompt E

Gods, it was cold. In the first few days of being in this strange and wretched place Shad had been keeping to himself, but that didn't stop him from collecting a scarf and trying to bundle up with little success. His fur too short for adequate insulation and his clothes made for a tropical environment. Even so, he felt colder than he should be as he sat below an awning of a shop, watching it snow.

He should probably go to the housing he was assigned, hide in there, but that would mean dealing with people and he really wasn't up to that just yet.

Damn his luck, to be thrown into a world without heaters! There had to be a better way to get warm.

[norabbits]

Pepper had been coming back from the symposium when she noticed he little black cub standing under the awning and shivering. Her first thought was that he had to be new. She would have noticed a walking panther before now. Her second thought was that he was shivering. Clearly he needed something warm. Turning her stride to his direction she made her way over to him, taking off her own coat and wrapping it around him.

"Are you waiting for someone?" Probably not, but it was worth the question before she tried to get him to move to a warmer area and possibly get some hot chocolate (or warm milk?) in him.