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quaranmeme2018-04-20 06:40 pm
riverview: april test drive meme
riverview test drive memeWelcome 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 25 Character Slots available.
● Applications are currently open and will close on May 7th at 10:00 pm EST.
● 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.
information resources
premise ● arrival ● setting ● ask a question ● calendar ● navigation
For the past month, the flooding in Riverview has been out of control, and the attacks of strange mutated creatures from the swollen river haven't been helping much. While the water level has stabilized over the past couple of weeks, the river is still way, way out of bounds and keeping a large number of people in relief shelters or put up with volunteer families, causing significant damage to riverside properties, homes, and businesses. While residents have done everything they can to try to correct the situation, from machines and tech to magic and appealing to the River Spirits during the yearly Flower Festival River Spirit Procession, nothing has made any real meaningful difference.
On the 20th, almost a month to the day after the river started swelling out of control, anyone looking at the rushing surface of the water will start to see a strange glow just underneath it, and as the day progresses, glowing white tentacles start to rise from the surface of the water. As the tentacles rise from the surface, members of the Perimeter Guard will be setting up a protective barrier around the area to keep civilians back until they figure out what's up with whatever's in the river.
In the meantime, the presence of the glowing thing is driving the last of the nasty giant mutated crocodiles, carnivorous toads, and other monsters out of the river in droves. While the Perimeter Guard is still holding the line, volunteers are being called for to take out the monsters as they exit the river, menacing the rest of the city. Whether your character is a member of the Guard in training, helping keep the civilians safe from the possible new threat in the river, or a volunteer helping take out the fleeing monsters, their help will be more than welcome.
After a few days of study, Gramarye Magic Research's strongest mages have banded together and found a way to communicate with the glowing presence in the deep, using a wide variety of nature-based magicks from different realms. And what have they learned?
The presence is not just one creature, it is many, and they are awakening from a long, long sleep. Possibly almost as long as there have been people on the moon - it's hard to tell, when the creatures 'speak' so slowly. What the mages have managed to get from them is that it is their awakening and movement that's causing the flooding in the river, a combination of blocking up the river's exit through the fences with their bulk and an overflow of elemental water magic that is causing the river to swell with more water than it can hold. The creatures, who call themselves the 'Guardians of the Deep,' are eventually ruled to be completely benign, and their only request is to be helped on their migration to the sea - a trip that they usually take once a year when they are not in hibernation. The problem is that, since their last migration, the river has become a much more dangerous place, plagued by monsters and clogged with rubble from the Abandoned City.
Any resident with nature magic of any kind and who can communicate with the creatures, who is a fighter or member of the Perimeter Guard, or who has abilities that can help to clear the river of any debris or blockages, is invited to aid in the attempt to escort the Guardians of the deep down the river. Once they reach the delta and waterfalls, their path will be clear and they will be free to explore the ocean until they return to the city in late fall.
ETA: In response to a player question, the Guardians look like very large glowy amoebas.
The Guardians of the Deep are slow-speaking and they are also slow-moving. For a period of at least two weeks, they will be making their way from the center of the city down the river with the current, and as they travel, they'll be having a rather...interesting effect on anyone who is sensitive to their influence. This sensitivity is something a character may be aware of through a strong connection with or love of nature or animals, it may be a spiritual or magical sensitivity, it may be an emotional one, or it might simply be something a character is not aware of until they are affected. However, no matter what a character is or where they come from, they may be susceptible to the aura of the Guardians.
And what does that aura do?
Starting on April 20th and intermittently continuing throughout the next month, any characters with a sensitivity (feel free to make one up that affects your character, or have them be immune as per your choice) will lose an important sense. While sight is the most commonly lost sense, others may lose hearing, taste, touch, smell, or other senses unique to their physiology (whether biological, mechanical, or otherwise). The only relief from this loss is for the character to make direct contact with another character - any other character, in any way, as long as there is no clothing, material, or other matter blocking contact. As soon as contact is broken, the loss will return.
The effect can last for as long or short a time as each player wishes, and affect whatever sense is desired. Reprieve from the effect comes with skin-to-skin (or equivalent) contact with another character, and is not limited to just one other character - it doesn't matter who else is being touched, as long as it's someone.
During this year, there's been an influx of people from a dying reality consisting mostly of living plant people, and they've really taken the Flower Festival as a great opportunity to introduce one of their most honored traditions to the people of their new adopted world. The tradition involves sharing various types of flowers with strangers, with each type of flower having a different meaning and effect on both the giver and receiver - the bond of the exchange can spark emotion as well as physical responses that function in a unique way that affects almost everyone that participates, whether animal, plant, or even android.
Some of the flowers have been used up, but a few types still remain. Any characters exchanging the flowers with other characters, whether friends or strangers, will experience emotional/psychological effects, physical effects, or both once the exchange is complete. Effects can last for as short or long a time as the players involved want, and are as follows:
● Baby Blue Eyes - Trust/Healing the Inner Child
Emotional Effect: Either an inexplicable trust in the person the flower was exchanged with, or a generalized paranoia.
Physical Effect: De-aging. Characters can become a younger version of themselves, physically, mentally, or both. Whether or not their normal selves are of age, de-aged characters may not participate in adult prompts unless they're de-aged to something above 18.
● Rose - Friendship/Beauty
Emotional Effect: Openness and a desire to make new friends, or excessive competitiveness.
Physical Effect: A temporary glamor that makes both participants in the exchange appear as the most beautiful possible version of themselves, and improves their charisma.
● Valerian: - Relaxation/Heart-Opening
Emotional Effect: A near-complete erasure of anxiety and stress, or a dramatic inexplicable increase in it.
Physical Effect: Forced honesty. Both affected characters become incapable of lying. Whether they're compelled to blurt the truth or if they can keep their mouths shut or talk around the truth is up to player discretion.
[Flower meanings used in this prompt come from this site.]
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.
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.
Use the wildcard prompt to choose your own adventure and do whatever else you like in the setting!
Breq | Imperial Radch Trilogy
[The river is overflowing its banks with water and monsters both, and still recovering from vacuum exposure or not, Breq isn't about to sit idly by in a medical bed and wait for whatever this place uses as correctives to finish their work. As soon as she could manage to dress and take more than a few steps, she'd made her way out here, to the barrier set up to guard the barrier and the eerie white tentacles occasionally writhing their way up from under the surface.
Even she knows better than to try and throw herself into the fray in her recently-recovered state, though. Instead, she's taken up a position behind the barrier, a nicely sheltered spot where she's been crouched for what seems like the past few hours, not so much as twitching as she keeps a watch on the overflowing river. Only the slightest twitch of her hand, curling into a fist, gives away that anything has changed.]
There, [she calls out to the nearest person, voice even.] Three more. Crocodiles, three meters long. Surfacing right next to the barrier.
[Of all the times Breq has ever wished for a good rifle, now is really at the top of the list.]
iii - casting out
[Breq should have seen this coming.
Or maybe that's unfair. One can't see the failure of their sight coming so easily, considering the sense in question. Maybe it's more accurate to say that Breq should have caught it before now, during her time spent as a sentry along the barriers along the river.
In truth, Breq had noticed the fuzzing at the edges of her vision, had blinked it away and attributed it to a lack of rest, had resolved to push past it, for only a little while longer. Just until the Perimeter Guard sent up a relief. Maybe the universe is punishing Breq's hubris, in trying to push past her injuries, or maybe she's just made a bad call and the pieces have fallen as they will fall. Whatever the reason, she's not managed to make her way far into the city proper--is in the middle of climbing a flight of stairs, in fact--when a wall of black descends before her eyes.]
No. [It comes out as a gasp, barely audible, as Breq goes stiff. She blinks, trying to force her eyes into working, then again when the utter darkness doesn't disappear. Pulse thudding through her veins, she gropes for the railing that was next to her only moments ago, if only she can find it--]
v - friendr
» Seeking: Friends, a team for ventures
» Preferences: n/a
» Interests: Music, visiting new places, guns.
» Bio: You could call me a tourist.
[ooc: I'll match your style if you want to try a different one! Feel free to hit me up with a different wildcard option if you have an idea for something I haven't prompted, too.]
friendr
They follow up their swipe with a message.]
i usually say "older than you'd think", which i am very attached to, but "i've lost track" has so much charm to it.
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Steve Rogers | Iron Man | SHITS N GIGS!!
[ Acting Hunter is not one of the mantles he ever expected to hold down with a giant metal suit. Steve would dare call it overkill if he were back home. Nothing as big as these reptiles grow&mdash there;well, not naturally. But as a tangible threat to the community, it plays out a little more dignified spilling bullets into animals and chasing them away with a flamethrower. A little.
The real problem is the wet ground. All that flooding has turned the wide banks soft and dangerous. If he stops for any length of time, Steve can feel himself slipping into the mud, catching the large iron plates of the suit's soles. That means more exertion on his heart as he heaves the Iron Man out of the soil one leg at a time. And then rinse and repeat, rinse and repeat. Anything particularly sticky and Steve fires up the propulsion system with a loud roar. ]
This is not going well...
PROMPT 2 - CLEANIN UP DAT RIVERRR
[ He's put the Iron Man to manual labor this day, something he could never do without the enhanced strength. Still, the strain on his squishy body has him breaking out in a sweat like he's been running a marathon at a sprint. And that familiar wave of nausea is starting to rise in his throat and ruddy his face, so he smartly (for once) takes a break.
The sizable helmet comes off between his giant hands and rests against one strong hip, the relief immediate. It tempers the uncomfortable feeling in his chest as the Iron Man literally saps the life out of him one heartbeat at a time. ]
Careful. [ In his poor line of sight Steve sees another volunteer heading for the water's edge. ] There's still a lot of debris.
[ He would hate for someone to impale themselves through their heel or legs rooting around. ]
PROMPT 4 - FLOWER POWERRR
[ It takes Steve far too long to remember that his Flash Gordon communicator comes with a camera. Some... how. There he's been standing, slack-jawed no doubt, trying to burn the flowers' hues deep into his mind for later, but he's yet to cotton on to the fact that practically every problem has a solution found in your back pocket.
So he pulls it out with careful hands and access the "Home" screen. That he's got down. Two taps and he's in. The camera on the other hand takes a little digging before the screen fades away and shows the around him—more specifically, right below him. ]
Miracles of modern science... [ It's impressive to say the least. Crisp, beautifully colored photographs held in his hands to be poured over at his leisure. ]
» Seeking: friends
» Preferences: engineers that can keep a tight lip
» Interests: art, reading,
» Bio: Colonel Steve Rogers, US Army. I'm from 1945. Don't be shy with the constructive criticism.
i.
He should really know better than to even think he's seen it all. Because when Tony's sensors catch something big moving along the bank, he darts over -- and nearly falls right out of the air. It takes a lot to really startle him anymore, but seeing the goddamn Mark I half sliding in the mud will just about do it.]
What the hell.
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hello there!
<3 Howdy
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the tetherer ( original ) ota ; will match format
[The Tetherer is uniquely unused to doing things for themself. Well, no, that may be an unfair assessment. They make a lot of decisions in their day-to-day. What they don't do is cook, clean, and shop. Those tasks -- equally important in their eyes, a vital part of society just the same as a god -- are delegated to people more suited for such things. People who know how to incorporate ingredients into a meal, who know how to get stains out of cloth, who know how to pick out the essentials from the non-essentials.
They're finding the thought of living (mostly) on their own very fun. Getting out and doing things other than their normal duties. Understanding what it's like to be mundane, rather than recognized and revered in the streets.
They're considering which personal-sized watermelon they should pick and how to decide such a thing when the world goes black.
They stumble back in surprise, dropping the watermelon in their hands, letting it crash hard against the tiled floor with an upsetting smack that probably means it's burst open, if they could only see it. They try to reach down for it, in an attempt to clean up their mess, but they haven't planned very far ahead because they're not quite sure what to do in this situation even if they could see. They breathe deeply, trying to keep calm, to find their hand touching only a piece of wet watermelon. They pick up the bare red flesh.]
I... did not mean to do that. Is someone there?
[They were sure someone was nearby when it happened, or maybe they just feel like someone is watching them right now.]
IV. FLORAL EXCHANGE
[What a nice tradition. The Tetherer isn't entirely familiar with any kind of Flower Festival from another world, but they certainly aren't going to not participate. It seems fun!
Besides, what better way to meet people than to randomly hand them a valerian flower in a completely socially acceptable way?]
Hello. Have a flower.
V. FRIENDR/NETWORK
» Seeking: anything!
» Preferences: all
» Interests: looking for suggestions
» Bio: a god seeking new experiences!
VI. WILDCARD
[any scenario is fine! plot w me @
iii ♡
(Somebody is watching them, and it's Lucretia! She'd heard the sound of the watermelon hitting the ground from where she'd been weighing up oranges in her palm, and turned to investigate: a young person, standing there, holding wet shards of jagged fruit.)
Are you alright? (She asks, unaware of their recent affliction.)
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v; un: youradhere
un: the.tetherer
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Lester Papadopoulos / Apollo (yes, the god) | PJ / HoO / ToA
This doesn’t count.
This doesn’t count.
This. Doesn’t. Count.
[Anyone near Apollo will be able to hear him muttering that to himself as he gets his bow and arrows ready, but it’s clear that he’s trying to convince himself of that fact. He doesn’t really know if swearing on the river Styx applies in this case, but he’s pretty sure a curse is a curse no matter where he goes. Does it really matter, though? He already broke it. He’s already cursed and dying and paying the higher price or whatever it may end up happening to him. And he’s definitely not going to just sit here and let those monsters kill him, because he’s absolutely not dying in such a dirty, muddy and-flooded place. So not classy.
And also there’s other people in danger or whatever. Point is, he’s got some experience with killing monsters so he’ll do his best. Though it’s usually way, way easier than this (damn this mortal body).
He is not as good with them as he once was and he will happily remind everyone of that fact, but to any experienced archer he will seem at least pretty decent and he hits his target more often than not. Only he would know that the arrows are not hitting exactly where he wants them to.
Having to train to be good at stuff is so frustrating.]
GET DOWN!
[He yells as he points at a particularly scared crocodile (? thing is gigantic) that’s heading right towards someone fighting by his side. Humans break so easily.]
iii.
[Have a young, clumsy teenager all but BARRELING your way with a panicked look in his eyes. He reached to touch- any skin he can reach for, really. A wrist, a cheek, a shoulder. By now he’s learned what he has to do to get his sense back and he’s not going to let the fact that he has to touch some strangers stop him.
If he goes for particularly beautiful people, hey, hush, you can’t blame him.
He lets out a sigh of relief as soon as contact is made.]
AT LAST, my beautiful voice is back. [Beautiful, cracking, extremely teenager-like voice?]
v.
» Seeking: You should be seeking me
» Preferences: I prefer gorgeous people
» Interests: Music, medicine, the future
» Bio: Yes I am a god
I usually look much better
You have to trust me
wildcard!
sorry or am I
[ Sue him, Steve's simply curious about what a supposed teen sun god thinks constitutes gorgeousness. ]
/fingerguns
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iii - LET'S DO THIS
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matthew swift | a madness of angels
[The Guardians fascinate Matthew and the angels that they come to the edge of the city to see them. It's an uncomfortable boundary, with the familiarity of the city's life and magic bordering the strangeness of nature's. They spend hours communing in low voices with these strange creatures, but Matthew does look up when another character approaches.
He's dressed in clothes picked up from a second hand clothing store, but his most noticeable feature are his eyes which almost seem to glow with the magic of the blue electric angels. Those with magical sensitivities might be able to pick up there's far more to this man.]
Hello. Are you here to see them too?
iv
[Life in all it's forms is magic at it's purest so of course Matthew comes to see the sights. He walks with the rhythm of the hustle and bustle of the festival and when he breathes it's with the knowledge of the vast history of the area. But it's far too easy to get lost in city so to distract himself he picks a rose and offers it to the nearest person just to have something to talk about.]
We think this is how it goes?
v
» Seeking: Do you need to be seeking something?
» Preferences: This is rather forward
» Interests: Eating, walking, living
» Bio: Midnight Mayor of London. Thoroughly enjoying my break from said role. I am we and we are me.
friendr
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text; un: pc.grant
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Jace Wayland | ii
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iv. [quietly screams over this]
hello hello!
one of my fave series okok F A V E
i need a reread tbh so i hope i don't disappoint!
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Hanzo Shimada | Overwatch
[While not yet an official member of the guard, a certain bow-toting ninja has decided to get involved in the flooding situation. Whether he cares about the security of the city at large, well.. he hasn't decided that himself, but the monsters create a useful form of target practice, and the fact that he's keeping people safe is a secondary bonus.
He announces himself first with the sound of hands and feet clambering quickly through the branches nearby, then with the whizz of bouncing scatter arrows that zip in every direction before sticking one by one into the head of an approaching crocodile. A moment later Hanzo drops to the ground, straightening up with a huff of pride.]
Another one down.
[And like seven hundred to go... why are you celebrating.]
iii
[Unfortunately, soon after his arrival Hanzo becomes affected by the Guardians' auras. Since he doesn't really approach people in the first place, it isn't immediately obvious what's wrong... he just seems jumpy, like a generally paranoid person. People who don't step loudly enough may startle him, even if they come at him from the front, and he flinches in crowds when someone brushes his shoulder.
For nearly a week, Hanzo finds himself entirely blind, and his natural avoidance of being touched by strangers means it will take him a while to figure out how to fix it or even mention it to anyone. But if you see him stumbling around, hugging the wall and doing everything in his power to avoid showing weakness... it might be a good idea to help him out.]
v
» Seeking: Redemption.
» Preferences: If I must have company, I prefer them to be quiet.
» Interests: Kyudo, meditation, and tea.
» Bio: "Do not pray for an easy life. Pray for the strength to endure a difficult one."
iii
That's his brother.
He almost doesn't know what to do. It has been so long since he's seen him, since last summer... so much has happened since then. And chances are he won't remember his time here. Where does that leave them? Where does he stand?
After a moment, he takes a deep breath and descends the side of the building. Once he's closer, he takes note of a few things: the haircut, for one. That was certainly new. And the stumbling doesn't seem to be because of drinking, like he had initially assumed...
Ah. The recent 'issue.' That makes sense.
Genji approaches him from the front, not trying to be silent. His metal feet make noise, and his joints whir with each step. ]
Would you like some help...?
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( text; )@ shigeru miyata
@hattori
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text; un: tsukuyomi
@hattori
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tommy shepherd | marvel 616
[Tentacles. Of course it's tentacles, why the hell not.
More importantly: people are in danger. Tommy doesn't have to be asked to help - he's a Young Avenger, an old hat at the superhero gig, and he's already hard at work while most of the Guard is still getting their boots laced up. One of the benefits of being a speedster? It's moving fast.
Tommy - no, Speed - appears to the eye mostly as a green-and-white blur as he zips around, picking up any civilians in harm's way and moving them to safety. You may hear his voice as he dashes by:]
One side, people! Mutant coming through!
prompt v (network; un: SPEED).
so what do you snails do for fun in this town?
any bars that don't card i should know about?
prompt vi.
[got another idea? come at me!]
v; @actual.wizard666
So unless you're significantly younger than I'm used to...
And you'd better run faster than you've ever run before, because I'm coming for you.
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v | un: w.west
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Richie Foley/Gear | DCAU
[There are so many things wrong with a giant glowing germ being a good occasion. The last time Gear dealt with one, it tried to eat him, Static, and their school. But this one isn't trying to do anything wrong and he'll leave it at that for now. The monsters crawling out of the river wreaking potential havoc on the priority and he's doing what he can to tie some of the monsters up with near unbreakable coils out of his specialized zap-caps. They take them down right on the riverbanks to keep them from advancing and it gives some of the other guards time to step in and handle them. He's not much of a fight in this sense, but he's doing what he can to stem the flow of the creatures. It helps that he's got rocket skates to keep him above the monsters so he can come at them without being tackled.]
Geez, this is like Flowers vs Brain Eaters V. Only without the zombies. [He catches another killer crocodile in a trap but shouts to the people nearest to it.] Don't touch that one, it's got a built in taser!
iii + v [action/network]
[Gear wasn't affected like other people he'd met throughout the week by the strange loss of senses, but he was preoccupied with it. He wanted to help and from his observations and research (not that he needed much), it was easy to see the connection between the Giant Glowing Germs and the strange effects people were dealing with. He didn't know exactly why he wasn't affected, but he had casually been asking around with the natives about what they had experienced. But that wasn't much data to go off so he wanted to get as much as he could. Even if the effects faded soon enough like some people implied, he wanted to know why. Because what if something else in this crazy world can cause the same reaction? So he takes to the network, looking for volunteers.]
Hey, anyone having loss of specific or various senses this week willing to answer some questions. Trying to build some data and look into the strange effects people experience here and see what can be done about them.
All information will be purely confidential. I don't even need your name. You can be Nun O'Buznez and I'm cool with that.
{ooc: Richie/Gear can be approached while out and about for skin-to-skin contact, or they can respond to the network inquiry. I'll respond to either!}
v. friendr
» Seeking: Bros/Pals/Friends/Buddies/Rivals, why limit it?
» Preferences: Classified
» Interests: Food, video games, cool tech
» Bio: Regular teenage geek, loud and proud. Give me comic books or give me cheese fries! But for real, I just like having fun with friends and building better tech than nearest rival.
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[Have other ideas? Hit me up!]
Richard Strand || The Black Tapes Podcast
If pressed, Richard couldn't tell you who had given him the blue flowers. All he did know was that the person had been kind and gentle. That they wanted him to pass on the beautiful flower, and he couldn't help smiling to himself as he ran a hand through his dark brown hair. Hair that didn't hold any peppering of grey. A face that didn't seem to keep the lines and pressure of ages; of children and tragedy and pain that Richard usually carried like a blanket barrier from the world.
No, this Richard seemed kinder, smiling lightly and easily at others, his jacket over his shoulder and his eyes looking around for anyone he knew. He seemed to have no issues with pausing people in the street, blue flower in hand and asking if they'd seen a woman called Coralee.
Arrival
The idea of it was ... insulting. To believe that he would trust that someone had brought him here, against his will, and now couldn't send him back. That is if he had even chosen to believe that what they were claiming was right, which he didn't. There was too much to question, too much that could easily be proved wrong for this to be real.
This had to be something else. A mass delusion perhaps. There had been documented cases of mass hypnosis, but Richard doubted that it could ever be on this scale. Unless the majority of these people were merely figments of suggestion, a plausible, but an improbable idea.
It was an easy thing to shrug everyone off and start walking. Start observing whatever this place was. There was at least one thing true, he wasn't going to be able to get out of whatever this was anytime soon, and he planned on figuring out what the hell was going on here.
Arrival! (I am a woman of my word)
Nope, today it was a cardigan over her jeans, and her normal bag tossed over her shoulder. She had been carrying a cup of coffee, because who was Alex if she didn't have a cup of coffee with her, honestly? But as soon as she saw him (the joy of his being taller than a lot of people was that he was easier to spot in a crowd) Alex had dropped the coffee onto the ground. Alex Reagan never wasted coffee, but here was something that was a million times better than that. More than that, Alex's normal lack of chill was on high alert when she just shouted his name, "Richard!" that was basically all the warning that he'd gotten before Alex threw herself into his arms despite the fact that he was not a hugging person and she knew that. But here she was, doing it anyway.
Yes, yes you are.
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Eames | Inception
[Eames has never been above doing something ridiculous. He's sitting in a sit-down restaurant, enjoying the nice atmosphere, the pleasant people... and he's got about a dozen plates of food on his table. He takes a taste of one dish, pauses, swallows, and then sighs. Then he moves on to the next.]
Really? Nothing? This is just ridiculous.
[Care to clue a stranger in?]
(option b) communal housing
[Eames is sitting in the communal dining area, holding cards and pushing a wrapped sandwich forward.] I see your crisps and raise you one sandwich.
[...Yes. He's gambling with food. Don't look at him like that. He still needs food even if he can't taste anything most of the time, and he spent a little too much at the restaurant.]
(option c) v. friendr
» Seeking: Friendship & romance
» Preferences: Both ladies and gentlemen are welcome to message me.
» Interests: Travel, art, and music
» Bio: I travel a lot for my job, know a few languages, and I like people-watching. People seem to think I'm charming and fun, occasionally ;)
(option d) vi. wildcard
[Pick anything else or hit me up and I'll come up with something!]
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This is where I call, isn't it.
[Breq may not know this game specifically, but spend enough time in backwater drinking establishments hunting for clues, and even more around bored soldiers, and you pick up a few ways to play a card game or two. As such, she nudges a foil-wrapped package toward the center.]
fair warning that I've never played lol
neither have I tbh. we can just say it's moon poker
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sofia reyes | vampire: the masquerade oc
» Seeking: Contacts. If you need a job, let's talk.
» Preferences: Vitae is vitae.
» Interests: Money. Power. Stability.
» Bio: Self-made businesswoman from New York. Prince of the night life. Excited to continue my work here.
[or feel free to wildcard!]
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Fandral (The Dashing) || Marvel Cinematic Universe
[ Talk about a warm welcome. Fandral feels right at home, fighting monsters and being heroic and protecting the innocent. When the call was made for volunteers, he couldn't resist. This is, after all, somewhat of a daily routine for him
In fact, for all accounts and purposes, Fandral appears to be enjoying himself.
There's a flourish in his actions as his sword twirls and stabs, and an unmistakable showmanship in how he has no qualms with trying to strike down multiple creatures at once. Anyone close enough will most certainly hear him laugh. He's really enjoying this. ]
[ii. FLORAL EXCHANGE (valerian physical effect)]
[ The delicate pink and white cluster of valerian flowers is something Fandral has never seen before. He hardly expects to be receiving any, but, well, best to keep with the spirit of things, right?
He smiles and nods his head as he takes the flowers. ]
Thank you - I'm sorry I've nothing to give you in turn.
[iii. FRIENDR]
» Seeking: Friends and those willing to get a little closer than friends.
» Preferences: Many.
» Interests: Friendship! Adventure! Clothing.
» Bio: They call me The Dashing, and the best with a blade. Chances are if you've heard some grand tale of glory from Thor, he likely left out that I probably helped him.
[iv. WILDCARD]
Choose your own adventure, start your own from another prompt, or hit me up at
[ ii ]
You never change, do you?
[ In a way, it is a little heartening. ]
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Re-L Mayer | Ergo Proxy
iii. A touching story
v. network
vi. Wildcard
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So not much.
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Bruce Banner ( MCU )
» Seeking: friendship, colleagues
» Preferences: Not a good idea
» Interests: Science, Research, Books
» Bio: I'm too old for this.
B. Wildcard
[ Open to anything if a scene from the prompts or just around exploring hits your fancy. ]
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What's your preferred area of study?
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didn't notice the code broke, sorry
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Haru Okumura | Persona 5
[Monsters menacing the townsfolk? Not if she can help it! Volunteering to help drive back the monsters, an unfamiliar face to many (with a black mask over her eyes) appears with what seems to be a spirit-looking being flanking her, and they look ready to fight.]
Never fear, Beauty Thief Noir is here! Let's hold them back, Milady!
[She brandishes a long axe and prepares to charge into battle with her Persona. She would not deny any help, though!]
[iv.]
[A flower festival? Now that was something Haru could get behind. She wasn't so great at expressing her feelings to strangers, or even acquaintances -- but expressing them through actions and even gifts came much easier. It helped that she even knew a lot of the meanings and sentiments behind certain flowers, even though she was more used to growing crops rather than flora.
Maybe this would be a good way to make some new friends, while she was here.
She'd readily accept any flowers that were offered to her, before offering her own with a small smile.] This is for you. I-I hope you like it.
[v.]
» Seeking: Friends, if possible!
» Preferences: n/a
» Interests: Gardening and reading, mostly.
» Bio: Um, hello. I'm a student who loves all sorts of flora and fauna, and tending to gardens. I'm not the best at speaking to people, though...
[vi.] Wildcard
[Feel free to throw something else at me if any of the above don't suit your fancy! For either Haru or when she's 'Noir'.]
IV | testing if we wanna do rank 9?
It just felt worse. Knowing they had been in a relationship and now it might never exist again. Still, she needed to make her own choice about it all. Akira would rather her choose freely than anything else.
He looked up when Haru spoke up, wondering when she snuck up on him. He must have been lost deep in his thoughts. Not that it wasn't anything new to another Phantom Thief. His eyes fell down to the flowers in her hands from behind his thick framed glasses. ]
...Me? [ There is an almost uncharacteristic hesitation as he reaches up to look at the flower. ] You're sure?
You bet :3 tho I'm p sure I'm apping her from rank 10 fff
no problem, this is now THEORYCRAFT
let's have some fun while we're at it, then!
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iv, kind of. mom friend gotta mom
a good mom friend. best mom friend.
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elizabeth weir | stargate atlantis
[ She never has gone off-world too terribly often. Past a certain point, it's easier to think of the Quarantine that way: a rather extended journey off-world, with returning as an inevitable fact. Call it denial, but it almost works. She would rather think of it as a significant hope: and that hope is something that Elizabeth needs to keep herself moving.
In the meantime, she has to admit that this strange... galactic melting pot is beautiful in its own way, to say nothing for intriguing. The architecture, the technology, the traditions. (It's no Atlantis. But god, nothing could ever truly come close to Atlantis.) Elizabeth is still given to a certain sense of wonder, of curiosity. Still given to the idea of possibly establishing some form of diplomatic relations with, if not the main planet they're all circling, then at the very least this outpost.
She also likes the flowers. It doesn't always have to be complicated. So she walks through the baskets on display, arms neatly folded, and eventually reaches out to pick up a flower she likes the look of, offering the plant person watching over it a word of thanks. Elizabeth can say with full confidence she's done more difficult things than this, so that's a positive. ]
Care to try out a new tradition with me?
[ Her tone is warm, a little amused. She seems very aware that this can be something of an awkward step-- approaching strangers, participating in something new and (while pleasant) maybe very unusual depending on where someone's from. The best thing to do at times like this is to acknowledge and embrace things for what they are. It's less work than pretending otherwise.
(open to any of the flower options, though i won't be de-aging her!) ]
v. friendr.
» Seeking: Friends.
» Preferences: N/A
» Interests: Reading. People. History.
» Bio: Oh, what's in a 30-word biography? I'm certain it's not nearly enough.
vi. wildcard.
[ For all other wildcard rp needs! She can be a bit of a wanderer, we can swing a lot of stuff. ]
iv - floral exchange
Well, alright. I suppose I should get one to give back to you, yes?
[He wasn't sure what any of the flowers meant, really, and hadn't seen that they had weird properties, so he just picked one to give her in return.]
Like this?
[He held it out for her.]
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Re: elizabeth weir | stargate atlantis
welcome to feelings hell it's a box where i type feelings
goodbye my heart
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Wanda Maximoff | MCU
» Seeking: Friends, for now
» Preferences: A sense of humor helps
» Interests: Music, cooking, reading
» Bio: Sokovian. Empathic. The Scarlet Witch. Might share my cooking if you ask nicely. Let's get coffee.
ii. wild card
[I'm personally focusing on network posts but I'm happy to do any of the other prompts! Just let me know!]
text; thunderer
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Floki | Vikings
Floki had always prided himself on his extraordinary senses. Well, when it came to trees at least. He could tell which trees wood, would make the best boats and even go as far as being able to tell if the planks would bend easily and curve against the waves. All he had to do was get a good look at the tree, place his hands on it and hold it like a loved one.
So, it goes without saying that when he woke and came to arise, only to find he was unable to feel anything that the boat builder was beyond stressed.
It started as a tingling, a cold and annoying sensation, much like numbness. No matter how much he wriggled his digits and rubbed his hands together, Floki couldn't for the life of him, get a full sensation in his hands! This was stressful. After all, what good is a boat builder who can't even feel his tools or the wood he's working with? What good would he be in battle if he couldn't judge the strength of his own swing and blows!?
Distressed and beside himself, Floki wandered around, wringing his hands one moment, chewing like a dog gnawing and nursing a bone at his fingertips and back of his thumb. There had to be a way to get sensation back, there just had to be!
Floki looked more deranged than normal. Twitching and flighty in his movements. Hands and arms swaying erratically now and then out of the frustration in not being able to feel them. It was then, that you'd probably find him. Hovering his hands over an embered log he'd managed to kick free from a fire. A wildness in his eyes as he contemplated grabbing and squeezing it with both hands, just to see if he could feel anything!
iv: floral exchange
Floki loved nature, made the effort of building his home way out in the woods, away from most civilization. He preferred to be around the trees then too many people so when he saw the flower festival, he just couldn't help himself but to get involved.
Where he came from, some of the indigenous plants and fungus had certain effects on you when consumed that were most enjoyable.So of course Floki was more than happy to take a bunch of the flowers offered! Testing a few by nipping at their petal before spitting lightly out at the side.
His eyes were wide and full of wonder as he looked around him. A strange giggle of a sound left his lips in a hiccup-like way and Floki almost skipped as he turned around in search of more flowers to gather up. As he ducked and weaved his way through the people, Floki smiled and twirled a flower between his finger and thumb before outstretching his arm and offering it to you, holding it just below your chin.
"I don't know what this one is... But it has a radiant glow when held close to your skin, see?" A smile, as cunning as a fox in its slyness.
W i l d c a r d
Hit me up if you have an idea for a thread. Alternatively, I was on the TDM last month but was unable to app that round. I'm down with continuing threads from there if you tagged me already or using one of those starters instead!
touching story
There were many causes of concern for Gyda's blindness; even those in the clinic couldn't yet determine a cure, and though they knew the cause, that it could be medical or magical in nature was still not sure. All they could do was help her learn how to cope until she could see again.
A week in, and she only felt comfortable enough to walk around the homestead, using the cane and her hands to navigate around. The path was clear enough to navigate, and she had a ball of spun wool in her pack that she tied to the outer gate of her home. She would use it to navigate the way back.
Following the path, she caught scent and sound of fire, panicking at the thought of an uncontrollable fire in the woods. She then checked herself. The weather had lately been cool and damp and not the proper way to start a random fire. "Hello...?"
She reached with her free hand for her knife, not wanting to put trust to anyone if they didn't sound familiar.
Casey Ramone | OC (Dragon Dating Simulator)
[ Someone in a light rain jacket and soaked jeans is out by the overflown river. Somewhere further along the way than most of the unblocking efforts, hoping to get some of the bigger pieces out of the way with enough time.
As they work, large pieces of earth are shifting out of the water, deepening the river basin and raising the outer edges to block it from pushing further into the city. It isn't the fastest process, but it's something they can do, no matter how ill-prepared or soaked they're getting. ]
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[ When they're not out helping get the river prepared for migration, Casey is wandering the city to try and find places that might need help... or where they can find any for this strange malady that's hit.
Suddenly they can't hear anything, and that makes asking around for medical assistance all the more difficult. It's devolving into a game of hand motions and ducking their head and clapping their hands over their ears and giving up out of anxiety and embarrassment. Calling out on the network hasn't even occurred to them, but this direction isn't working out so well, either. Maybe just one more go, though...
They take a breath, walk forward and raise a hand while moving halfway into someone's path. Their voice is hesitant and confused, doubting themself as they speak words they've spoken a thousand times before. ]
H-hello! Could you help me?
wildcard.
[ Anything else you want! More info on their journal, etc., etc. You can also find me at
Matt Jamison | OC | 2 Ben Whishaws named Matt are better than 1??
To be honest, Matt wishes there was some kind of gentle removal protocol for these mutant crocodiles? Or at least the carnivorous toads. But he's no naturalist; the best he can offer are some shielding spells to cover civilians trying to get out of the way.
Until one mutated crocodile gets almost chomping close.
"Oh God--"
Matt does the only thing he can think of on short notice: more shield spell.
That means there's a golden, glowing orb with a bewildered and angry crocodile at its center, while Matt just sort of--directs it back into the river and hopes no one'll notice.
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» Seeking: Friends. Magic co-experimenters. Respectful hookups?
» Preferences: This is like picking a favorite color, I can't do it.
» Interests: Magic, weird poetry, urban planning, learning something new.
» Bio: Mage at your service. If you're looking for talismans hit me up.
[OOC: Hi I'm Merc! More info about this guy can be found here, or PM me! I really am open to questions/ideas/wild card ness/what have you, and I'm slightly terrified to tag out BUT I'LL GET THERE.]
Aloth Corfiser | Pillars of Eternity
[Ending up in a situation where he has no idea what he's doing isn't new to Aloth and when there's a call for volunteers to help deal with monsters, he jumps at the chance. Well, he doesn't actually jump, that's very unbecoming and really, Iselmyr doesn't need more stories to share with their companions about the one time he let his guard down.
He separates from the other volunteers once they're out taking care of the monsters, grimoire in one hand while his scepter is clenched in the other, looking for creatures that aren't engaged in a fight. After some searching, he does find some and starts to work, grimoire and scepter glowing as the sky glitters around the creatures and distracts them as large writhing things that could be could be called tentacles burst from the ground and grab them with a firm grip and crush them.]
v. network
[There's a burst of static before there's the sound of somewhere busy fills the feed and someone close by clearing their throat.]
I'm looking for some assistance in helping stop a fight. It seems a...misunderstanding happened.
[Another voice speaks up, similar but with a rougher speech and accent from the first.]
Aye, nobody here can take a joke. They're as bad as ye, lad.
[There's some light coughing before the first voice starts speaking again.]
Please ignore that. Any assistance would be appreciated. Any.
[He might sound a little desperate at the end there.]
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[Listen, when someone says 'ignore that,' that's usually a sign that ignoring it is the last thing you should do.]
Or should I ask, what did you do?
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Pidge Holt \\ Voltron: Legendary Defender
[Pidge isn't big enough to do heavy hauling, but she's agile enough to get to places others can't and then get out safely, and she's brave enough to jump to wherever she needs to be. That's useful, because clogs in the river's flow don't happen only where they're easy to get to.
Of course, it can take a certain amount of yelling before anyone's willing to let her do what she can to help, but in the end, it's easier to help her than stop her.
She's shimmying out on an overhanging tree limb, focused on a spot where a bunch of nasty-looking debris is caught up on a rock in the stream. The more it grows, the more of the river it blocks up, and the more stuff it catches. Feedback loops are nasty things. But she's thinking hard as she inches her way out. She hangs sloth-like from the underside of the branch, legs and arms hooked around it.]
Okay! Toss me that big branch near you! Or a pole, or -- I don't know, whatever! I think I can loosen up the whole thing if I can poke it just right...
[That also requires her letting go of her grip with at least one hand, to catch whatever tool she gets tossed her way. No worries, right?]
v. friendr
» Seeking: new friends -- or interesting robots!
» Preferences: n/a
» Interests: tech, computers, saving the universe
» Bio: if you can build it, I can hack it and make it better.
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Just to be safe, he had Red on standby to fly out and pull her free if needed.]
You couldn't do that from the shore?
[He glanced around, looking for something long enough. He'd rather not actually throw something, but hand it to her instead. It would be a little less life-threatening for her, at least.]
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christopher kent ( dc:preboot )
friendr;
» Seeking: home
» Preferences:
» Interests: superman, baseball, spaceships
» Bio: I'm not supposed to be here?
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huuuuuuuuuuuuuh.
Jon locks the connection before sending a text. ]
What do you like about Superman?
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from the deep; before i forget to post this. :')
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