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Riverview Moderator ([personal profile] riverviewmod) wrote in [community profile] quaranmeme2017-12-18 08:58 pm

riverview: december test drive meme

riverview test drive meme

Welcome to Riverview's test drive meme! Feel free to dip your toes in on the test drive meme to try out your character in the setting, play out a mission, and get samples for your application at the same time!

● There are currently 13 Character Slots available.
Reserves are Open. Applications will be open from January 1st until January 7th.
● Providing all parties are amenable, threads on the test drive meme can count as game canon, as the plot in the prompts presented is game canon.
● TDM threads do not count for Activity Check, but they do count for Activity Bonus Points, so long as all characters involved are accepted into the game.
● Threading on the TDM is intended for prospective new characters, so top-levels should only be posted by players of these characters. Since the events in the TDM are considered game canon, characters currently in the game are free to use the TDM prompts for logs and posts on the regular communities.

Feel free to use the prompts below or create your own scenario. The setting is built to be flexible, so feel free to make things up as you go.


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prompt i: winter rescue

Going into the last week of December, the city experiences an abrupt and unexpected dump of snow - several feet of it, in fact. Usually, it wouldn't be a big deal, since most people and most exploration teams could just hole up and ride out the storm and snowdrifts. And that's what most of the city is doing.

Unfortunately, this is the week that some of the Perimeter Guard Cadets have decided to go on their Winter Expedition - a sort of camping trip slash exploration expedition into the Abandoned City just outside the walls of the Inner City. While the goal wasn't to get too far away from the walls, with the snow starting up in force, the groups of Cadets have gotten turned around in the inclement weather and are stuck outside the walls, unable to return to the safety of the Inner City.

A general call has gone out to anyone willing to brave the snow and storm to rescue groups of Cadets between the ages of 12 and 17 who are trapped outside the walls in their camps.


prompt ii: a flock of stargulls

During the last half of December, residents might start noticing the appearance of cute, trilling little birds with soulful eyes (very mild spoilers for the most recent Star Wars movie in the link) throughout the Quarantine. Perched on tree branches or the corners of awnings and eaves, they will keep multiplying in number until December 20th, when a positive swarm of them will come through the portal.

Welcome to the Quarantine, Porgs!

These little lovable birds (spoiler-free image) will be settling in to roost just about anywhere you can think of. Outside your window, inside your kitchen on top of your fridge, under your bed, or anywhere else. Whether residents consider them a nuisance or a potential new pet, they're bound to cause a stir. The Porgs will be out and about in the city until the end of December, when most of them will find their way back through the portal to whichever world they came from, though a little colony of them will remain in the City from now on. Porgs will be added along with domestic foxes and Pokémon as creatures that can be found or caught in the city as pets without the use of AP!

[Thanks to Sere for submitting this prompt as a mini-plot!]


prompt iii: mistleglow

Some residents may remember that back in September, a love-drunk and confusion-spell-addled newlywed mage from Gramarye Magic Research let loose some pretty little fairy lights that trapped people in the city in little invisible bubbles until they kissed (and any kind of kiss would do). Well, the same slightly-less-newlywed but no less romantically-inclined mage happens to really, really enjoy the winter season, and thinks it's totally romantic. That particular sentiment is pretty common in the Quarantine - while Hygge is the celebration of familial love, the residents of the Quarantine all agree that that family often includes partners and lovers. Besides that, the folklore of mistletoe as being representative of love and friendship is something that the Quarantine has in common with the universes many residents inhabit.

So, as the last week and a half of December rolls around, residents around the Quarantine will see the result of the resident romantic trying to share a bit of Hygge love - small, glowing sprigs of mistletoe will be floating around the Quarantine, ready to trap people up and make them share a bit of affection. But how does it work?

Two or more characters walking under one of these glowing, floating sprigs will get stuck for one hour, trapped inside an invisible enclosure with an approximate three foot radius. The only options are to either wait out the hour, or to kiss! Characters will know they're meant to kiss, because part of the magic spell is the sudden and intense knowledge that they should kiss in order to break free. There is no compulsion to kiss, just the knowledge that that's how to get free. This time, instead of any kind of kiss working, there will be different types of kisses that will work to release the trapped residents depending on the color of mistleglow:

RED: MOUTH ● ORANGE: NECK ● YELLOW: CHEEK
GREEN: FOREHEAD ● BLUE: HAND ● VIOLET: BUTTERFLY


Trapped residents will not know what kind of kiss will work for each color and may have to experiment before finding the right one.


prompt iv: snowed in

Remember those Hygge Cabins that the City set up all along the banks of the river? Little cabins with enough space for a small kitchen, a table to eat at, and a lounge area in front of a fireplace, meant to be shared in celebration of familial love and found family during Hygge? Well, the sudden onslaught of snow that trapped the Cadets outside the city are also serving to isolate people who are in and around the cabins.

With the river nearby, the heightened humidity in the area of the beaches where the cabins are set up, the snowfall is even heavier than it is throughout the rest of the city. Anyone who's down by the water will find themselves quickly driven out of the open and into one of these cabins, whether it's inhabited or not! Whether these weather refugees are sharing a cabin by choice, after having a lovely dinner together, or unwillingly, in the form of an intruder on someone else's holiday or by being driven into the same cabin with a stranger, they're going to be snowed in for a while!


prompt v: friendr/network

Whether your character is posting up a silly word game, trying to get hold of a friend, or putting out feelers for people to go out into the fray with, the network is going strong.

Alternately, an offer for a free app is popping up on new arrivals' devices - Friendr is a friend-finder and/or dating app. If characters choose to install it, they will fill out a short bio and parameters for what they're looking for, upload a snap of themselves, and then proceed to browse for matches. This is a typical swipe-left-or-right type app.

Code to post your character's bio is in the textbox below. An example of how it looks can be found here.


Friendr base code is by photosynthesis.
The code in the textbox is for the default color scheme, but the Friendr app has a wide variety of themes, so feel free to customize with colors and patterns as you see fit, but do not remove the credit line out of respect for the creator of the code.


prompt vi: wildcard

Use the wildcard prompt to choose your own adventure and do whatever else you like in the setting!


navigation

[the cabin by Izabela Witkiewicz]
igotusout: (103 - 005)

Lauren Strucker - The Gifted

[personal profile] igotusout 2017-12-19 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
A. Arrival
Lauren was not quite prepared for whatever this was. It didn't feel like one of Clarice's portals, it was... wilder, and she never saw it happen. Also Clarice wasn't here. Lauren was alone, in the woods, in the snow. Which was new for her, even in holding they put her next to her brother. She hadn't been alone in a long time.

Of course, with the portal at her back standing there she figured someone had to be near it. Maybe it was the paranoia settling in, because today hadn't sucked nearly enough for her.

...and she still has her flea collar on so the moment she reaches for her powers it shocks her so hard she falls into a snowbank. Typical.
B. Snowed In
Lauren's first order of business after an explanation for where she was and what was happening was to get herself some new clothes. Literally anything would be better than the Trask prison jammies she arrived in. Once she was suitably dressed in skinny jeans, and reasonable boots and coat, she headed out to see if there was anyone that might have seen her family. Her brother probably wasn't here, but her mom or dad could be. Or maybe Thunderbird or someone else in the Underground.

What she didn't expect was the snow to pick up and have to run into a small hut for shelter. She didn't even check if it was occupied she just got the door closed as quickly as she coould. Fortunately, pulling the air into a shield over her wasn't that hard. So she only had to worry about the snow she tracked in. And none on her above the knee. "Uh, hi."
C. Network - l.strucker
If I said 'mutant' what would you think I meant?
protectingthelight: (here comes the admiral)

VADM Amilyn Holdo | Star Wars ('ware spoilers)

[personal profile] protectingthelight 2017-12-19 03:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Post on the last dest drive, because I didn't think to wait a day. >.> ]

[ No spoilers at this level; cannot guarantee same for any subsequent comments. ]


i. winter rescue
Did someone say "rescue"? Well, good. Here's Amilyn, suited up for snow and ready to go rescue any of these poor stranded cadets. Her inclination is to take charge, but she's willing to defer to anyone who's more accustomed to snow than she is. She's served in a lot of climates around the galaxy, but at heart she's still a Gatalentan and more comfortable in balmier climes.

ii. porgs
Amilyn's never seen an original Ahch-To porg before. What she has seen on other planets are either creatures of parallel evolution, or perhaps descendants (changed slightly over time—different feather colors, different body shapes) of original porgs that long, long ago hitched an inadvertent ride on a star cruiser and ended up elsewhere. Which means that while the little critter that's decided to nest atop the common fridge is new to her, its type is not. And she's delighted. A little homesick, but also delighted.

Anyone who comes into the kitchen will find Amilyn standing on a chair in front of the fridge, making little cooing and trilling noises at the mama porg, who all things considered would probably prefer to be left alone.

vi. wildcard
[ Have at ]
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Christian Fischer | original

[personal profile] buildingcastles 2017-12-19 04:38 pm (UTC)(link)
ii. are these birds?

[ He's seen a lot of weird things, but the porgs are not familiar to him. Their large, staring eyes and round bodies are what a lot of people consider cute, but it takes Christian some time to warm up to the little creatures. Mostly because he's not sure that innocent appearance isn't just an act.

After studying the scattered groups of porgs from afar for a few days, he finally goes up to one that happens to be perching on the edge of a low-hanging awning, looking up at it with raised eyebrows. ]


Hello. [ Might as well start out with a polite greeting. ] Are you edible?

iii. mistleglow

[ Christian isn't familiar with the whole glowing light effects. He finds himself caught off guard, because who's going to look around for floating hedge clippings? Once he gets stuck, Christian just sighs, turning to the unfortunate person that has happened to get stuck with him. The knowledge of what needs to be done to get free almost seems like a joke. He puts on as harmless a smile as he can for his new friend. ]

Uh, hey, can I borrow you for a moment?

[ Awkward as ever. ]

vi. snow tricks

[ Snow and cold is actually very helpful for magic users from Christian's world. Like layers of clothes, it soaks up the energy and helps extend the reach of spells and enchantments, so of course he has to take the opportunity to exercise that power. People out in the park or by the river will see a man building small snowmen in the open fields or by the banks, topping their shoulders with birds made of dead leaves and sticks for wings and beaks. And then he moves his hand over them and the piles of snow begin to tighten and reshape, gaining smoother form and looking almost alive. The wings flutter and the beaks chirp, and one of the snowmen even bows to a passerby as a flurry blows over it. ]

Merry Christmas to you, too.
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General Leia Organa | The War in Our Stars.

[personal profile] oldladyleia 2017-12-19 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)
prompt ii: a flock of stargulls.

[Leia has seen more than her fair share of odd animals given the any number of planets that she's seen, visited and lived on during her very long life. (Or at least it feels very long at this point anyway.) But there's something about these birds and the way that they look at her that seem familiar. She's seen one or two nesting outside the apartment that she'd been assigned, and paid them no mind, but when she came back to three or four? Well, that was a little bit of a cause for concern. After a moment, she came out and looked at looked at them sternly, crossing her arms in front of her chest as she did it. It was a look that would have made her husband or brother run for the hills and had made many senators and soldiers shake in their shoes but they just... stood there. Finally, the woman just speaks in a sharp tone, but it's not clear if it's to the birds or people on the street or just the air if you're not fully looking at her:]

Would you just buzz off already?! I'm sure someone is more interesting than me!

prompt iii: mistleglow

[This is completely ridiculous. She is a grown woman who does not have time for this. For a moment, she just glares at the other person in the spell with her. Her voice is rough and she just waves her hand.]

Well, let's get this over with!


prompt iv: snowed in

[General Leia Organa is someone who has lived on a planet of ice before, and she knows how a storm feels when it's going to be a bad one. It's the same sort of feeling that has only grown as she's gotten older. More than that, Leia has a feeling that she definitely should not be out in the snow for much longer. Or any longer, really. Her hands clamped around the cloak that she's wearing, and she heads towards one of the nearest cabins, moving swiftly but carefully through the rapidly falling snow. It's a throwback to her time on Hoth, of course, even if the cold slices through her bones more readily than it did then. She could almost hear Han picking on her for it. Almost. With a quick knock, Leia Organa opens the door to the cabin, and then she shuts it firmly behind her, cutting of any thoughts of her husband along with the chilled winds.]

This happen often?

Network: Audio SN:TheGeneral

So, people who absolutely did not mean to be taken away from their home universes: how are we on getting back home?

[Because clearly they can do it better than a bunch of techs from the planet.]
Edited (Added mistleglow) 2017-12-19 17:47 (UTC)
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Harley Quinn | Suicide Squad

[personal profile] waitinonyou 2017-12-19 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)
prompt iii: mistleglow

[Harley can be found staring up at the little spring of holly. She knows what it's for but she wonders how something so small can hold so much power in it.
She wants to reach it and spends a good ten minutes, raised on the tip of her toes with her fingers out stretched towards the odd little plant.

There must be some use for this thing and maybe someone is nice enough to try and help her get it down? Right now she isn't looking at the color and you might need to take a closer look to find the best way to escape the mistletoe's grasp.

It'd be a perfect present... if she can just reach it.]


prompt v: text - dollface

Anyone know of Gotham City? I'm lookin' for a friend of mine.


prompt v: frinder


Friendr
«
»
» Age: 27
» Seeking: Playmates! People who know how to have a good time~
💋❤😉🍒🍭

» Preferences: Both!
» Interests: Let's see~ dancing, shopping sprees,
joy riding, romance novels 😘

» Bio: Oh isn't this fun? Don't you want to get to know me yourself? I can promise we'll have a good time.
base code by photosynthesis
Harley Quinn
« »



prompt vi: Come on, I'm bored.

[ooc: Wild Card Option~ pick any of the prompts or something else and I'm game! Will also match format.]
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bruce wayne (batman) | dc (nu52)

[personal profile] frightknight 2017-12-19 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)
iii. mistleglow
( New places were inherently suspicious. In the short span of time he'd been here, he'd come across a handful of things that made him pause. The glowing sprigs of mistletoe happened to be one of them.

He'd spotted it first on his trek back from his casual "stroll" around the residential areas. He'd seen it again through a window of a restaurant he'd tucked himself away in to watch who might pass by. The next time his eyes caught sight of it, he was heading back from the restaurant.

By the time Bruce spotted it this time, it a glow in the edge of his vision, just barely visible where it bounced against the rim of the baseball cap pulled low on his head. He realized a split second too late that he was stuck in his spot with a shadow of another person at his back. His eyes narrowed slightly, thoughtful and just slightly annoyed, as he glanced up at the glowing sprig. The damn plant he was sure was responsible for the interruption in his walk.
)

This happen often? ( Bruce prompted, barely turning his head over his shoulder to acknowledge the person behind him. His voice was calm, seeming undisturbed by his immobility despite the way his thoughts fiercely closed around this sudden, frustrating knowledge in his thoughts. Kissing someone, he thought bitterly, hadn't exactly been on his agenda for the day. )

iv. snowed in
( The list of places Bruce had to survey and explore was shrinking, slowly. And the number of pages in the notebook he'd been scribbling in seemed to shrink ten times as fast.

While the few places he'd encountered so far had seemed - mostly - harmless, he found himself repeating a few words to himself in a steady mantra. Don't let your guard down. His attention shifted constantly from one thing to the next, taking note of even the smallest details no matter how mundane they seemed at the time.

The one thing that caught his attention the most was the snow. How deeply his footsteps pushed into it, the weight of it as it collected on his shoulders and brim of his hat, how much heavier it fell here than in other areas. It was the latter that made him cut his trip short, but he hadn't made it far before he resigned to the fact that going any further was more trouble than it was worth.

The first cabin he found open with no sound coming from inside had become his temporary shelter. Instead of settling, his eyes scanned the darkness for any sign of movement.
)

v. network [ un: b.w ]
Where's the best view of the city?

( It's a question meant to give him perspective - not on the city itself but on the inhabitants. )

vi. wildcard
( Hit me. )
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polaris | the gifted

[personal profile] polarising 2017-12-19 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
ii. stargulls
[ Mutants are old news to Lorna. But weird animals she's never seen before? OK, she's a little intrigued. She's been keeping an idle eye on the flocks of them here and there through the city. Judging by the commotion, they're not local wildlife.

Having finished her lunch an hour ago, Lorna is just trying to live her life and figure out what's going on. Only the porg she fed half her bagel to under the table is following her. Has been following her. For like two miles, now. Every now and then, she'll stop to try and scare it off. ]


All right, go on. Get outta here. I'm out of food.

[ Scaring it off? Not working great. She shoos, but the porg just stares up at her with its big, unblinking eyes. Lorna does a little back-and-forth pace on the sidewalk. ]

I can't look after you. I don't even know where we are.

iii. mistleglow
[ Running the Mutant Underground and training people to use their powers means sometimes you get whammied. Lorna gets this, has accepted it as part of the job. So she's not put off by the glowing sprigs of mistletoe. Maybe the act of another mutant, nearby? Of course, all that wonder and hope dissipates the moment she's trapped underneath one of the little suckers.

Cornered animals get mad, and Lorna's no different. She'll round on the person nearest to her. ]


Uh-uh. [ Holding up her hand in the universal gesture for no way. She's filled with the overwhelming urge to kiss this person and she knows it's not her. Something's influencing her. ] Are they serious?

iv. snowed in
[ Not a fan of the cold, Lorna was by the river when it started to snow. She just wanted to get the lay of the land, but now she's holed up alone in what looks like something straight out of a Hallmark catalogue. Without Marcos around to keep her warm, she's diligently started a fire, then promptly buried herself in the pillows and blankets set out in the lounging area.

Every now and then she gets up to check the windows and see if it's worth making a run for it. And every time the answer's the same or worse: she's stuck here for awhile. Better hunker down.

Exiting her tangled nest in front of the warm hearth for sustenance, Lorna can be found heating canned soup on the stove, wrapped in a blanket and muttering about her situation. Also, the soup's stirring itself, her hand braced above the spoon and a green glow swirling around them both. ]



v. network; @polaris
[ Uncomfortable with the video function, Lorna nevertheless appears onscreen. There's a porg on her shoulder. ]

What the hell is this? [ She angles the camera and points at it, just for emphasis. ] And how do I make it leave me alone?

[ Seemingly unaware of its new friend's agitation, the porg blinks placidly into the camera, then lets out an enormous yawn, fluttering its little wings. ]


v. friendr

Friendr
«
»
» Age: 28
» Seeking: mutants
» Preferences: n/a
» Interests: tbd.
» Bio: humanity's great leap forward.
base code by photosynthesis
Polaris
« ✘ ✔ »
baltas: now i'm ready to go (waltz me to the grave)

balder ( kamigami no asobi )

[personal profile] baltas 2017-12-19 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
( FRIENDR )

Friendr
«
»
» Age: I'm actually not sure, come to think of it. A couple thousand years old, at least, I suppose? Thor would probably remember.
» Seeking: Friends! Isn't that what this is for?
» Preferences: I'm not particular about one's physical sex.
» Interests: Experiencing modern Midgardian culture, dancing, maybe gardening.
» Bio: Hello! I just spent some time in a school learning about modern Midgardians, so I'm still very interested in doing that. Things have changed a lot in the last thousand years or so.
base code by photosynthesis
Balder
« ✘ ✔ »


( MISTLEGLOW )
[ well, now you're trapped under the mistletoe with the most alarmingly pretty blond with big ol' doe eyes you've maybe ever seen. it's fine, it's normal, he's the god of light and beauty where he's from. (and he has a rather unfortunate and embarrassing effect on most people, making them feel strangely drawn to him-- trust him, he hates it too.)

he smiles faintly from over the top of his scarf, looking just a bit flustered, glance lifting to the mistletoe uncertainly. a kiss under the mistletoe is great and all, but that tiny unassuming plant is also kind of the only thing that can hurt him, so balder has mixed feelings on this whole thing. ]


I'm really sorry, you'd think I'd notice something like mistletoe. .. All things considered.


( NETWORK )
[ when the feed opens up, balder is in his more godly form (without some kind of ward or binding, it's exhausting to compress everything into a human shape), dressed in a shapeless oversized sweater and with his white hair braided into a crown. he offers a bright smile, and it literally lights the room up. god of light, etc. ]

Hello! [ if he sounds excited, it's because he is. he's still not over being here, where he's incapable of hurting his loki or his brother, and where he has.. options if things get bad. ] I was wondering, ah.. what are some winter things you like doing here? This place is pretty different from Asgard, and with so many people from so many different realities.. [ he trails off, then shrugs.

he hesitates, then, a hand lifting to brush the curve of his ear, the light dimming in the room. ]
.. And.. I know this might be a strange question, but.. is anyone good at making items that can.. suppress one's power? I'd.. really like to have one, just in case, but my old one broke.
jolting: (W: Concentrate)

Victor Frankenstein | OUAT

[personal profile] jolting 2017-12-20 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
ii: a flock of stargulls

One would think that after having his hospital invaded by flying monkeys and witches, Victor would find little surprising anymore. Yet this place had found a way. He could've dismissed the strange bird-like creatures in his office as some sort of weird hazing ritual for new doctors.

Except he kept finding the creatures everywhere. Nesting.

"Seriously?" he grumbled when he found them in a filing cabinet.

iv: snowed in

It'd been a while since he faced weather this bad. It reminded him of when there was a snow witch in Storybrooke. He was fairly sure that this snowstorm wasn't caused by magic, but he'd seen too much to completely dismiss the idea.

He wished he hadn't gotten trapped inside this cabin, though. He had a certain affinity for storms and he felt a little restless in here when he could've been out there studying it. Maybe there was something he could find in here that would clear a path.

How about a little fire, Scarecrow? He couldn't help chuckling at the thought.

vi: wildcard
[the mun kind of dropped the ball last TDM, sorry. Hit me with whatever]
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cassandra | tangled

[personal profile] swordwomanship 2017-12-20 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ iii. mistleglow ]

[ Cassandra merely eyes the plants surreptitiously. Magic tends to be a hit and miss with her and not really her area of expertise. It's bad enough that they barely understand what's happening with Rapunzel's hair. She turns to whoever is with her, brushing some of her hair back. ]

Can I just stab it? Would anyone care?

[ iv. snowed in ]

[ Cassandra watches the snow fall. After their sudden winter recently . . . She sighs as she turns to light the fire. It was hard, being away from home. She's not sure what she should be doing. All the reasons that drove her forward no longer existed in this place. It made for a contemplative mood, which has never been Cassandra's forte. She preferred to act, not linger. But she fixes a faint sheepish smile, trying to play it cool. ]

I'm not the best cook, but I can get us some marshmallows?

[ v. network | un: cassandra ]

So is this place a kingdom or a town? Who rules this place?
Edited 2017-12-20 13:17 (UTC)
elekinesis: (/ˌəndərˈstændɪŋ/)

eleven | stranger things

[personal profile] elekinesis 2017-12-20 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
001. SNOWED OUT
[ The girl trudges through the heavy snow alone, headed perhaps in the direction of the cabins. She keeps her chin tucked in against the cold and hands stuffed firmly into the pockets of the heaviest coat she could get her hands on; she proceeds otherwise without complaint.

If she comes upon a snowdrift that's too difficult to traverse on its own, then you may catch her simply standing in front of it and glaring at it with what seems to be a rather disproportionate intensity, as though she's challenging the snow itself to get out of the way. The thing is... it does. The snow before her is suddenly and forcefully blasted aside to make room for her to pass, like Moses parting the Snow Sea. Only she hasn't even lifted a finger.

Who needs a shovel anyway? If the snow's got you stuck somewhere nearby, expect a helping hand.
]

002. WE'RE GOING SHOPPING
[ There's a young girl in one of the clothing shops, eyes shining with a delight, and simultaneously boggling with indecision. She wanders from rack to rack, hurriedly picking up one dress, then trading it in for another, then putting that aside in favor of a new jacket— all the while quietly marveling at the plethora of patterns and colors and styles, and carefully running her hands across the new fabrics she encounters. And nearly all of it is new to her.

It's almost like this kid's never been clothes shopping before.
]

003. A LITTLE BIRDIE
[ She decides she likes the porgs.

They're like living stuffed animals, cute and soft and improbably big-eyed. They don't look like anything she's encountered in Indiana's forests before. And she also decides she'd quite like to touch one, only she's realized she has no idea how to approach wild animals for that sort of thing. Worried that if she gets too close or moves too suddenly, it'll only run off. So she sits crouched on the ground with her knees pulled up to her chest, watching one little porg with the single-minded concentration of a child trying to attract an animal to her through the sheer desire to pet it alone. Without her handy telekinesis (wouldn't want to accidentally hurt it, after all.) She tries beckoning it by softly mimicking its noises back at it, though that doesn't seem to be working either.

Hmm.
]

004. NETWORKING (@jane)
[ The message reads as follows in its entirety: ]

..- ...

[ If you know Morse, that says "us", though who knows why. ]
personifications: (❮♢♡❯ ʜᴏᴄᴋᴇʏ sᴛɪᴄᴋs)

eames | i n c e p t i o n

[personal profile] personifications 2017-12-20 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
iii. ran into the night from all you had
[ There are circumstances where Eames would be more carefully cognizant of his surroundings, especially where mistletoe is involved, honestly--but as it stands, he's been far more distracted with the people here than the where of it all. (It makes this all easier to swallow and parse, the less that's considered). So, here he is, caught unexpectedly unawares of the plant hanging overhead.

That is, of course, until the glowing little thing stops him quite literally in his tracks. Now this is precisely why he still has his doubts of the how of this all: this is dream logic, not something real.

Giving a grimace, he doesn't notice the cause until this invisible cage, of sorts, earns a sigh and a tired lolling back of his head.

Oh.

And just like that, the grimace is gone. He may, in fact, be near smiling as he tries to catch a passerby:]


I hate to bother you, but--


iv. found yourself a path upon the ground
[ Eames has never much minded snow; in terms of inclement weather, he would take it miles over rain. What he does mind is what comes with it: the cold, the creeping quiet, the quick winter dark. (Snow without cold would be, in essence, a dream. Which is precisely how he knows this isn't. Reminders upon reminders).

He doesn't seem to have much choice as the snowfall turns into an outright blizzard to find the nearest shelter and (maybe) beg some temporary reprieve. (He isn't dressed for this, after all). ]
Edited 2017-12-20 03:36 (UTC)
evacuates: (7)

Gen. Carlist Rieekan | Star Wars (that one movie with snow and guts)

[personal profile] evacuates 2017-12-20 08:50 am (UTC)(link)
prompt I: at least it's not Hoth.

[One would think Rieekan would have had enough of snow to last him a life time after his command of Echo Base. Snow that never stopped, a base built into the ground and ice itself and it's hardly as if he was ever able to get the chill out of his bones. But a call for help is a call for help and it's hardly as if he's ever ignored that in all his years either (even if he was unable to act on it). Decked out in cold weather gear, partially of his own and partially of that provided for him, he had set out to look for the missing kids.

Eyes sharp, or at least as sharp as they can be with snow around and blowing about, he spots what he thinks is a lump in the snow. Possibly a person shaped lump. It's enough for him to trudge his way over and reach down into the snow to try and pull the person out though, hoping it's one of the kids.
]

prompt IV: it's not breaking and entering if there's a blizzard.

[For as stubborn as he is, Carlist isn't one to ignore his own health for the sake of being outside and attempting to help. Becoming ill in the middle of a snowstorm is a bad idea to start with, let alone when there are those lost or not as prepared for it as others. But for all that he is prepared and used to the cold and ice, even he has to call it quits and find shelter as his body starts to feel the chill more even under his jacket that served him well on Hoth and a face covering balaclava that he was able to borrow from someone. Unfortunately for him however, the nearest bits of shelter are beyond some rather deep snow that makes it difficult for him to get to for starters.

Opening the door however, proves harder then it has any right to be. After attempting to knock and wait and see if anyone was there and wading a path through around the cabin to see if he could look in a window and spot anyone inside who would let him in, he decides to do the actually practical thing. Getting back to the door he twists the knob slowly and pushes it open, hoping to not startle anyone nearby. For all he would like shelter, he doesn't need people denying him help later on because he barged into a cabin uninvited.
]

Hello? Is there anyone here?

prompt vi: we're just making it up now edition.

If you have other ideas hit me up, I'd come up with more but it's late here.
Edited 2017-12-20 08:51 (UTC)
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Percy de Rolo | Critical Role

[personal profile] travelsfast 2017-12-20 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
ii. flock of stargulls

With the way Percy flees from communal housing, you'd think he'd have a problem with staying there. It wasn't the fact that it was a few people in a small space, he was used to that plus a bear, but instead the problem here was the small and obnoxiously cute birds(?) roosting everywhere and making far too much noise for him to think and tinker in peace.

Which is why Percy's now outside, but he is still not free from the torment that are porgs. A few have decided to follow him around outside like ducklings following and Percy was debating the merits of shooting them versus the possibility that this realm played by the rules of the Feywilds.

"Excuse me," he says in an octave higher than he normally would because he is Distressed. "Would you be so kind to tell me if we could, by chance, perform a bit of pest control on these creatures?"

Because pest control sounds better than 'brutally murdering the annoying cute things'.


v. network voice, un: @derolo

Hello, my name is Percival Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III [and there's a pause like he's waiting for a comment, but nothing happens and he just soldiers on like he didn't just do that.] and I was wondering if anyone would be able to direct me to where I could purchase some blackpowder or, barring that, where I could speak to someone about some ore. I would most appreciate any assistance anyone would offer.


vi. wildcard

[insert random meetup or prompt here, get tagged back.]
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david haller ( legion )

[personal profile] measurelessly 2017-12-21 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
( friendr )

Friendr
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» Age: 32
» Seeking: Red vines. Seriously, where are they?
» Preferences: N/A
» Interests: I have no idea? Survival, I guess.
» Bio: What do you do with a pseudo-vacation from doom and gloom?
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( network one | un: magicman )
You ever wonder if bugs think when humans turn on a light that it's suddenly day time and the sun just spontaneously appeared?


( network two | un: magicman )
Anyone else around from home? Bigoted anti-mutant assholes need not apply. Thanks!

Jaina Solo • Star Wars (Legends) • Ota

[personal profile] heroise 2017-12-22 10:29 am (UTC)(link)
i. winter is here
Seriously? There are definite shades of Myrkr right about now, and she's nearly the most emotionally well-equipped person to deal with it. She's gone out alone, because the last thing she wants or needs is pestering about whether or not she's fit for this mission. Her objective is clear: to succeed where she so blatantly had not on Myrkr. When she thinks of the kids involved, Anakin's face invariably flashes in her mind.

It makes her walk twice as fast as she can, given the snow. Tracking them isn't hard; not for her. Or it wouldn't be if she'd reach out. Cut off from her twin—she hasn't bothered. So when she comes across someone she's never seen before in the forest and is definitely not between twelve and seventeen, she halts and stands stock still, features schooled into a cool, impassive expression.

"Who sent you? I told them I'd handle it."

ii. get off my lawn
( There's a literal pile of junk in the middle of the local park, because someone is looking for suitable parts to (try) and cobble together some form of transportation to get off this rock. A hubcap is toss away—and then ends up rolled back toward her when no less than five strange birds land on it. Jaina looks up, brown eyes narrowed; and folds her arms over her chest. )

You've got three seconds before you're lunch.

( Look, they'd beat freeze-dried anything. With a snap and a hiss, her lightsaber ignites, casting a violet glow over them. They only hop off the hubcap and waddle closer, making her scowl. )

Suit yourself.

iii. mistleglow
( Congratulations! You're now trapped for an hour with a scowling jedi apprentice. )

Hands off.

( Mouth, too. )

iv. befriendr

Friendr
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» Age: 18
» Seeking: no
» Preferences: no
» Interests: finding my brother, blowing up some vong, avenging my brother
» Bio: i could be the smuggler or diplomat who saves the galaxy. it's 50/50. also: i go by 'great one' these days.
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Edited 2017-12-22 10:35 (UTC)
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Athelstan ( Vikings )

[personal profile] pietistic 2017-12-22 11:08 am (UTC)(link)
( II. Stargulls )

[ At first, Athelstan hadn't decided what he thought of the birds that seemed to almost create an infestation of the city. They were cute, almost too cute and he always felt a churning weakness and desire to pay attention to them when he saw them.

And when out for a walk he does end up with one in his hands. ]


I'm almost tempted to keep you if not for the fact there would almost certainly be a flock of you by end of day if I brought you inside. [ At least, that is what it felt like. ]

( V. Friendr )


Friendr
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» Age: ???
» Seeking: Christian
» Preferences: the Christian God. Ragnar and Lagertha.
» Interests: being a priest, cutting my hair funny, robes, other Christian priest things
» Bio: I make a wonderful babysitter even if I'm terrible at fishing and hunting. I used to live in a place with only other men (but not like that). I do not have sex because I am a Christian priest. God Bless. Amen. Ragnar is an amazing warrior.
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( VI. Wildcard )

[ Will match formats and what not! Open to anything else you might fancy! ]
Edited 2017-12-22 11:10 (UTC)
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Tim Drake (Red Robin)- DC Comics, pre-new 52

[personal profile] timmers 2017-12-23 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
prompt ii: a flock of stargulls
[Tim's sitting on a mossy outcropping of rubble, high enough to have a limited view of the city center below, his cowl still on. He'd go higher, but he's technically still recovering and possibly escaped self-discharged from the hospital. He's still not entirely sure what to make of this place- a post-apocalyptic peaceful landscape isn't exactly where he was planning to end up. There's a lot of green, too, which is uncomfortably unnerving. He'll have to blame Ivy for that. He's been up here so long, he almost doesn't notice when he gets a few visitors. The strangest bird he's ever seen cocks its head at him.]

...A flying hamster?

[Tim doesn't expect an answer, but he certainly doesn't expect another flying hamster, either. And then, another, staring at him.] Okay, that's getting a little creepy, guys... [He's getting the feeling he's part of a punchline, here. Or this is the most life-like Big Brother-style surveillance system he's ever seen. He looks around, trying to see what migth be attracting them or some way to deal with them and--- catches sight of you.]

[ooc: Where your character is/what they're doing is up to you :D]


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prompt iv: snowed in

[Tim's not exactly a stranger to snowstorms, but whatever that storm was was in a league of its own. Good thing this cabin had been here. With his lockpicks, getting in is the work of seconds, and he stumbles into the cabin, grateful to be out of the elements. It doesn't look like he's alone, though. He can't tell who it is in the dimness, but there's a definitely another presence in the cabin.]

[He briefly considers retreat, but maybe he can play this off.] Oh. Well, this is awkward.

==
prompt vi: wildcard
[ooc: feel free to hit me up with a thing, I'm open to plotting!]
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clara oswald | doctor who

[personal profile] bossily 2017-12-23 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
i. winter rescue
[It's children that are out there. She can't let the fact that she's new here and knows absolutely no one stand in the way of being useful. It's cold, but she just acquires a heavy coat and decides to grab the first person who looks like they might be easily bossed around.

And that's the story of how she ends up trudging through uncertain terrain with a total stranger. She's short enough that some of the snow piles make it hard on her, and reckless enough that she manages to slip on some ice. Thankfully, there's a hand there for her to grip hold of and keep her balance.
]

Do you have any idea of how much further they might be located? Exact coordinates would be easier to work with.

ii. stargulls

[She doesn't really have a problem with animals, but they can be so unpredictable and hard to control. Case in point is the porg that won't stop perching on her head. No matter how many times she shoos it away, it just comes back. It's currently sitting proudly up there, trilling and screaming as she tries swatting it away. There's people out here that can see her looking completely mad, so she pauses and gives a light shrug.]

Do you think it's trying to ask to be eaten?

iii. mistleglow

[Being stuck somewhere new is odd enough, but being given the expectation of kissing? It's a good thing she never shies away from a challenge. Her eyes glance upward to take in the color up above. With a hint of a smirk on her face, she looks back to the person standing opposite of her.]

So, are you pro or con making the first move?

iv. snowed in

[She had been outside exploring when the heavy snowfall made her take cover in one of the cabins. Her luck sees her not only trapped inside, but locked in with company. She keeps her distance at first, not wanting to be a bother. There's only so much standing by the window and watching the snow pile up she can do though. Eventually she pries herself away and seeks out company.]

How long do you think we'll be here?

v. friendr


Friendr
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» Age: 27
» Seeking: someone interesting
» Preferences: see above
» Interests: adventure, traveling, space
» Bio: Teacher turned alien wrangler seeks someone to share adventures.
Liking tea preferable, but not mandatory.

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Rogue | Marvel 616

[personal profile] backwaterbelle 2017-12-24 07:02 pm (UTC)(link)
i. winter rescue

[The arrival was jarring enough, but being cooped up inside with so many strangers and so many smells had her on a short fuse, which wasn't exactly good for anyone at this point. Still having Logan's powers residing inside her only strained the situation, so when a call for assistance to rescue younger cadets in the snowstorm reached her, she jumped at the opportunity. Might as well put the last of Logan to good use. Besides, this was kind of her thing as both an Avenger and an X-Man.

Having found warmer clothes to subsidize her damaged uniform, Rogue joined the group of volunteers while keeping a friendly distance. Occasionally, she'll stop to sniff the air or cock her head to hear sounds that only an animal or someone with heightened senses might notice. It's almost as if she's hunting. Regardless of the strange behavior, she's eager to lend a hand and assist fellow volunteers, especially if they don't seem to be fairing too well in the elements.
]

You doin' alright there sugah?

v. friendr

Friendr
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» Age: 32
» Seeking: friendship
» Preferences: n/a
» Interests: Conversations. Training. Teaching.
» Bio: Mutant. Avenger. Asskicker. Southern born and raised. Adaptable. Sassy as all hell.
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Rogue
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Lockon Stratos (Neil Dylandy) • Gundam 00

[personal profile] lockonstratos 2017-12-26 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
(( STARGULLS ))

[ It’s clear from others’ reactions that that strange little… – birds? They are birds, right? They look sort of like birds, they seem to nest and roost like birds. Well, whatever they are, they don’t appear to be native to this place. Some think they’re cute. Others are already over them. As far as hordes of animals go, it could be worse. Other than taking up space, making noise, and doing other things birds generally do, they’re not a real nuisance. They’re not swarming or causing any damage. Not yet, anyway.

They’re harmless enough that Lockon wouldn’t mind tossing them some brad crust or crumbled crackers. He’d have to find either of those things first. There are so many of the little creatures around, he worries he could step on one, especially when they wander out of his newly limited line of sight. At least back home he could rely on Haro to stay to his left… It must be comical to watch a grown man trying to dance around little flock of birds. If he saw someone else in the same situation, he would chuckle.

Eventually, he gives up on walking and crouches. They spread out away from him, typical of prey animals, but they don’t flee. He extends a hand slowly, holds toward the skittish birds, and makes something that sounds a lot like kissy noises trying to lure one closer. Behold: humanity at its best and least dignified! ]



(( MISTLEGLOW ))
[ First weird birds, now strange glowing plants that look suspiciously like mistletoe. Maybe there’s something like Christmas here, too. It’s been a long time since he’s thought at that holiday… or any holiday, really. Whenever he does, he inevitably thinks of his brother, wonders what he’s doing, if he’s celebrating somewhere with someone. He hopes he’s happy.

What about his comrades in Celestial Being? Do any of them celebrate anything? It’s hard to imagine Setsuna or Tieria at any sort of festive event. Imagining them sulking in a corner is almost enough to make him smile. Maybe if he wasn’t so worried about them…

Secret softie: Lockon Stratos.

While he was wondering about others, he carelessly stepped under the glowing green sprig. He cants his head and peers up at it with an internal sigh. ]


Does this sort of thing happen a lot?

[ That could get awkward fast if people got snared by things like this trying to go about their everyday lives. ]


(( NETWORK ))
[ The camera comes on revealing a young man with unruly hair, an easy smile, and an eyepatch over his right eye. He chuckles to himself, pleased the communications device is familiar... for the most part. Talking to a nameless, faceless group is a little different than he’s used to. Before he says anything, something a little helpless and a little embarrassed flickers across his face. When he finally speaks, there’s a faint lilt in his voice that easily identifies him as Irish (at least to those familiar with the accent). ]

I seem to have lost my partner on the way here. If anyone sees a little orange robot rolling around, about... [ He gestures with his hands to indicate roughly the size of a volleyball. ] this big, answers to ‘Haro’, could you let me know?

[ Oh, right. It’s an open network, not like the secure one he used to communicate with other members of Celestial Being back home; he needs to identify himself. For a second he looks abashed, then smiles again. ]

The name’s Lockon Stratos.

[ Why, yes, he is making finger guns before leaning in to turn off the feed. ]


(( FRIENDR ))
Friendr
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» Age: 24
» Seeking: friends, comrades, activity partners
» Preferences: see above
» Interests: space, robots, piloting, vintage cars
» Bio: Just your average guy looking to meet new people.
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LOCKON STRATOS
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(( WILD CARD ))
(( Choose your own adventure! ))
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Lucy Mills || Once Upon a Time

[personal profile] thestoriesarereal 2017-12-28 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
ii.

[Well...this is new. To say Lucy is in a very weird place is an understatement. She feels like she's in one of Henry's stories--the ones he would retell to her, not the ones that were real. This place seems like it's straight out of a science fiction book. Or maybe some high tech fantasy novel, but what she does know is this.

The tiny birds are cute.

Like any child, Lucy is curious and more content with trying to watch the birds...and maybe try to pick one up.]


What kind of birds are you? [More talking to herself than anything else.]

iv.

Hello?

[The snow was coming down hard. Lucy was bundled up as best as she could, but the way the winds were picking up, she needed to find shelter. While going up to any random cabin wasn't the best idea, there wasn't much she could do. She has her phone, she can send a text to someone to let them know where she was. She was brave, she was strong. She could kick, scream for help if need be...but she didn't think anything bad would happen by going to the nearest cabin and knocking on it.]

Hello? Just a little girl..coming in from the cold. [Okay, not the best word choice, but she was heading in before the snow turned her into a snowman.]

Friendr:

Friendr
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» Age: 8
» Seeking: Family, friends, a way to break a curse.
» Preferences: What does that even mean?
» Interests: Fairy Tales, Heroes, and Happy Endings
» Bio: Cinderella didn't meet a Prince, she met a writer and they had me.
The End.

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alec í amasa of kerry ▎nightrunner series

[personal profile] yashel 2017-12-28 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)
PROMPT III

[ one of the first lessons in the way of nightrunning alec ever learned from his mentor, had been familiarizing one's self with new surroundings. so that's what alec is doing under the cover of night. darting from alleyways to shadowed streets in downtown quarantine, alec makes sure to keep his hood pulled over his bright gold hair. in his pocket is his handy kit filled with lockpicks and other house-breaking tools, but so far, he hasn't seen any need to use them.

instead, he's too amazed by the modernness and strangeness of his surroundings. it's all so different from rhiminee that he feels a little at a loss. to make things worse, he can't feel seregil, his lover, through their talimenios soul bond. they've been separated and alec isn't sure how to get back to him.

but they've faced worse before and come out a stronger pair as a result. so alec isn't too worried about his lover. he focuses on the task at hand and is about to dart toward another shadowed alleyway when he finds himself trapped by an invisible barrier. colored light dances above him which he notes as he looks up, and he's about to push again at the invisible barrier until he's startled by someone bumping into him, entering the same ring of light that he's trapped in. ]


Maker's Mercy- Sorry... I don't know what to do. Is this some kind of magic?

PROMPT IV
[ with the snow coming down so heavily, alec is forced to head to the nearest shelter he can find. the weather reminds him vaguely of his childhood spent in the northlands, in the woods around the small town of kerry where he and his late father trapped and hunted for a living. he can handle the cold, but alec knows that too much exposure could be deadly, so he quickly pushes inside what appears to be a cabin and throws the door closed behind him. shaking his head to dislodge snow, he also shakes off his hood, revealing fine-boned features and long, blond hair that frames bright, blue eyes. there's an elfish air to him—thanks to his hazadrielfaie blood—and there are two blue dots on one of his ears, like a piercing.

after a moment, he looks around him. if the room is empty, he'll soon settle himself in front of the fire to warm up. but if the room is occupied, he'll flush with color and hastily bow, playing the role of a harangued nobleman in order to not draw too many questions. ]


My apologies, lords and ladies, I was merely seeking cover from the storm.
PROMPT V
Friendr
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» Age: 21
» Seeking: friends and information
» Preferences: bisexual
» Interests: gambling, theater, hunting, archery, taverns
» Bio: Hâzadrielfaie/Tirfaie halfblood, nightrunner and Watcher for the throne of Skala, heir and talimenios to Lord Seregil í Korit Solun Meringil Bôkthersa.
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Edited 2017-12-28 23:36 (UTC)
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finch ( original )

[personal profile] incubo 2017-12-29 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
( friendr )

Friendr
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» Age: 22
» Seeking: fwb
» Preferences: anyone
» Interests: art/tattoos, dancing, drinking
» Bio: incubus. dtf. i'll only eat you in fun ways.
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( network | un: lilin )
[ the video starts with finch perched on the edge of a set of stairs, dressed surprisingly lightly for the weather, with a cigarette between his lips. he's obviously not entirely human, given the cat-like copper eyes, but he's.. pretty. really pretty, somehow? it's probably kind of weird, actually.

he lifts the cigarette away from his lips to ash it, mouth curling faintly. ]


Hey. Before I even settle in here, I need to get some shit outta' the way. Most importantly, I need dinner. That means people that like to fuck, preferably often. Even better if you're immortal or otherwise tougher than a human.

[ he takes a drag off his cigarette, then stubs it out, stretching his legs out as he breathes the smoke out. honestly? he looks kind of cold, but he's handling it pretty well, given how relaxed he seems. ] Other than that.. I'm lookin' to move out on my own ASAP and I could use suggestions. No offense, but being surrounded by people can be.. tempting. Especially the repressed ones. [ a grin, sharp and knifelike and a little cruel. ] Lots of built-up energy.
Edited 2017-12-29 05:19 (UTC)
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paige tico - star wars

[personal profile] starfortress 2017-12-29 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
prompt ii: a flock of stargulls
[ the absolute joy on paige tico's face is unmistakable. even if you didn't know her, you'd see it there playing on her features as she kneels near a bush at the park. at first, you may not be able to see what she's trying to see herself but you'd definitely hear it. after all, porgs aren't exactly the quietest animals in the galaxy, especially when they're encountering someone else.

but paige is overjoyed by the trill sound of the bird as she tries to coax it closer with a piece of bread. of course, if she catches you staring at her as she does so, she might look a little sheepish. she'll move to stand and you'll notice she might wince, her hand moving to hold her back briefly before she smiles.]


Have you seen anything cuter in your whole life? [ it's almost as if this girl has never seen an animal in real life. oh wait, she hasn't. not really. her homeworld was far too cold for any sort of animals. and paige, despite still finding the shock of being in this place, without her sister, is ever optimistic. and she finds the beauty in this place in the form of the wildlife. ]

prompt v: friendr/network

Friendr
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» Age: 26
» Seeking: friendship/romance
» Preferences: none
» Interests: animals, exploring the galaxy, piloting
» Bio: 30 words or less
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paige tico
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