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Riverview Moderator ([personal profile] riverviewmod) wrote in [community profile] quaranmeme2017-06-19 09:05 pm

riverview: june 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!

Reserves are currently OPEN.
Applications open on July 1st.
● 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: don't wake the deity

Whether you've just arrived in the city or you've been here a while, and you have a sensitivity to the spiritual, magical, multidimensional, or anything else outside the realm of everyday normal, you've probably noticed a distinct uptick in weird feelings, strange nightmares, or daymares - hallucinations of scary things that are lurking just behind you.

You're not the only one who's noticed it.

There are rumors going around that the psychological and spiritual disturbances are due to the emergence or re-emergence of a deity. Some people say that it's something new that's come through the portal with the sharp increase in new arrivals recently, and others say it's simply an ancient spiritual presence or some ancient incorporeal monster that's been somehow awakened. Gramarye, the top-tier magic research center in Riverview Quarantine, has been studying anyone who's felt this presence, and have recently confirmed that whatever it is, it's being fed by all the extra energies and prayers and thoughts as the city's population increases. The one thing everyone agrees on is that, if the expanding community is feeding the entity, then the entity has got to go! Teams are being assembled across the city to travel into the Abandoned City or the forests outside the walls and look for anything like an abandoned temple that can be destroyed or that contains a relic that can be broken or pacified by a ritual. You're looking for something that will solve the problem, or for other evidence of a way to solve it. The mission might be dangerous, though - there are the usual dangers of venturing out into the wilds, but this time, characters may also face booby traps, spectral or physical guardians, and if the entity itself gets awoken? Someone will have to kill it.

The mission is open to multiple teams, multiple deities can be named (both made up or from characters' various canons), and there can be multiple outcomes. If you complete the mission in a TDM thread, and all characters involved are apped and accepted, you can submit the completed mission thread to the exploration page once you are in the game!


prompt ii: monster miscalculation

The problems the city is having this month are not just ethereal - there's something a little more scientific stirring up trouble. Recently, a large research company in the Quarantine has been trying to develop a monster repellent to provide to explorers who are traveling outside the walls, in hopes of protecting them from attacks. Unfortunately, the containment unit used to store the repellent - which is still in its experimental stages, not even yet tested on animals, let alone people - completely failed, leaking the experimental repellent into the environment around the facility. This facility is close enough to the wall that the repellent has permeated the groundwater and soil in the area and leeched underneath the fences.

Even more unfortunately, the repellent seems to currently have an almost opposite effect on monsters than its intended purpose. It's attracted the attention of a large colony of carnivorous plants that has thrived just outside the wall for decades, living by attacking fellow monsters that are dumb enough to try the fence in that area. Now, instead of going for other monsters, the plants are drawn to the failed repellent and are climbing the walls in search of the source, craving more of it. Residents have been asked to both help clean up the tainted soil by the wall and to fight the carnivorous plants in that area.

The carnivorous plants are in the form of vines ranging from the thickness of a pinkie finger to nearly half a foot thick, that grow incredibly fast, writhing together to form thicker tendrils. The leaves are about a foot wide at their largest and have stingers around the edge that cause a painful rash, and the flowers are large and red or orange, capable of spitting thick globs of acid that can cause burns ranging from very serious (red) to moderate or mild (orange or yellow-orange). They can be defeated especially well with fire, extremely strong pesticides, and edged weapons - vines do not grow back once they've been cut.


prompt iii: wark games

The carnivorous plants aren't the only ones feeling the effects of the spilled experimental repellent. Recently, an intrepid team went on a mission after hearing rumors of a type of monster outside the walls that might be able to be tamed and used as valiant steeds. The team was successful and the possible steeds, which turned out to be Chocobos!

So far, the Chocobos have been comfortably in training, learning how to wear saddles and carry people, but once they get a whiff of the repellent in the air, or gotten a taste of it in their water, they kind of go a little off the wall. Or, over the fence, as the case may be. Highly energized and unwilling to listen, Chocobos who have been exposed to the repellent will get free of their pens and start stampeding around the city. Citizens, it's time to team up to tame the wild Chocobos! Let the wark games begin!


prompt iv: attraction repellent

The local wildlife aren't the only ones affected by the experimental repellent spill. While at first they didn't think it had any effect on sentients, they're having to start reevaluating that particular theory, because residents are definitely feeling it. Whether they're inhaling it in a gust of wind that smells disturbingly of ozone, or sipping a glass filled from a tap in the area of the spill and tasting something like chlorine, it's getting into residents' systems.

Once ingested or inhaled, the repellent can have two effects on an affected character: an overaffectionate mood, or an anti-social mood. The effects can vary in type, swinging from affectionate to cranky and back again at the drop of a hat, and they can also vary in intensity and manifestation - it all depends on body chemistry, both within an affected character, and in the interactions between two characters. So whether or not your characters liked or disliked each other beforehand, maybe their chemistries are very compatible or not compatible at all, and feelings might be a little...out of the ordinary.

Affectionate moods can range anywhere from a casual 'I love you man' to romantic or even carnal ideation; anti-social ones can range from being nervous around crowds or other people to being outright aggressive with other people. The repellent does not remove inhibitions and characters are able to control themselves. Emotions might be heightened, but these effects should not be used to facilitate things that would normally be completely out of character. Please put content warnings in subject lines.


prompt v: friendr/network

Whether your character is posting up a silly word game to distract people from the dangerous mission going on, 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

Choose your own adventure and do something else in the setting!


navigation

[jungle palace image is signed and was found on artstation.com]
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Morty Smith | Rick & Morty | ota

[personal profile] awjeezrick 2017-06-20 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
1; wark games

[You could say that Morty is trying to tame a wild Chocobo. You could. But it looks more like he's running and flailing away from the giant bird. He doesn't know if Chocobos are dangerous, but. He's been to enough crazy dimensions to know it's always better safe than sorry, right?]

O-oh, man! Oh crap, n-no! Leave me alone!

[His voice cracks a little, edging on frantic. When it doesn't feel like he's getting away from the noisy thing, he turns and holds his hands out nervously, trembling a bit. He gets props for trying, right?]

Easy now... easy, you know? Just calm down. I- I mean, it's not that bad... You're not so bad, are you?

[And it really doesn't... seem that bad, even if the animal looks a little suspicious and like it's very tempted to go off running again. Hopefully, it runs away from him and not, you know, through him...]

2; wildcard

[Between wild Chocobos and crazy plants or something, Morty isn't sure he showed up at the best time... or this is really, you know, a vacation from his adventures with Rick. They're different, maybe, but he's feeling out of sorts here. He kinda misses his family, his own laptop.

A private bedroom. Oh man, he'd do anything for a little privacy again...

But it isn't all bad. When he's absolutely sure he's not going to be chased by anything or bothered, he decided to check out the markets and look around a little, see if anything catches his eye. He peers in some windows, stops at some stands, idly fidgets with stuff.

He has no idea what he's supposed to do here without his grandpa or his parents. Even Summer would be a welcome sight right now. But at least he's apparently gonna get to go to school, and hopefully his roommates or whatever won't be too bad.

Maybe none of this will be too bad. Who knows.]


[]

3; friendr

Friendr
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» Age: 14
» Seeking: Friendship
» Preferences: Girls
» Interests: TV, video games, internet
» Bio: Oh, man... what am I supposed to put here again?
base code by photosynthesis
Morty Smith
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ryuuzaki: (L Change the World)

L - Death Note

[personal profile] ryuuzaki 2017-06-20 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
iv. attraction repellent

Something feels off, but he's not sure what.

L is not, himself, social or sociable, but he fakes it within reason when he wants to: if he requires information about people, a smile and an attempt at a handshake can be the cost of that transaction. What does it matter if the smile is usually shallow and doesn't quite reach his eyes, and the handshake is on the unenthusiastic side?

Just now, everything here is so new to him that he needs all the information he can get, and as such, he can be found in various locations around town, interested in nearly everything. After all, it does seem really nice here... and it hasn't struck him yet, but when he smiles, it's bright and genuine.

In a bookshop, he asks another customer if the book he's looking at is any good, when he has no interest in it at all and is primarily interested in the person he's asking. At Community Housing, he buttonholes people on his floor in the kitchen and entertainment areas and asks them where they're from. In a cafe, he eats a slice of tiramisu and drinks coffee with such evident pleasure that a passerby may feel compelled to remark on it... or the strange way he's holding that book he bought that he wasn't interested in, or, indeed, the way he's perched at the table, with his feet on the seat and his knees drawn up to his chest.

vi. wildcard

[Got a suggested setting or something else you'd like to try? Hit me up! Our characters can totally chase Chocobos if you'd rather.

No Friendr for now, for reasons that are probably obvious to anyone canon-familiar.]
Edited 2017-06-20 07:15 (UTC)
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Ezreal | League of Legends | ota

[personal profile] ezmode 2017-06-20 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
Prompt II: fight fight fight
[ Yes, hello, Ezreal is new here but ready to kick butt. Plant monsters? Wow that's crazy who ever heard of such a thing? Certainly not him, so it's time to find out what that's like. He can be found by the wall, gleefully fighting them off with magic that he fires from a gauntlet-clad arm.

He's also, in his excitement, maybe a little sloppy about where he's short-distance teleporting around to. So this blond idiot literally pops into existence right next to you and sort of - keeps momentum and crashes into you.

He whirls around, the grin on his face immediately replaced with annoyance. ]


Watch where you're going!

[ But... He... It was his fault... ]

Prompt III chocobo hell
[ Guess who is having absolutely no luck taming animals IT'S EZREAL. He can be found sputtering and fussing angrily and being left in the dust by the latest Chocobo, even though he had thought they were getting along quite swimmingly! ]

Hey, what gives?! Stupid over-sized chickens!

Prompt V social media

Friendr
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» Age: 18
» Seeking: no
» Preferences: why
» Interests: archeology
» Bio: I don't want this
base code by photosynthesis
Ezreal
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beyondthevael: (sunnysmile)

Sebastian Vael | Dragon Age II

[personal profile] beyondthevael 2017-06-20 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
Prompt III - Wark Games!

[ Well, this was new. Sebastian had never seen birds quite this size before and certainly not ones intended to be mounted. With some experience with horses he hoped to be of some assistance but birds were.. Not quite what he expected.

He could be patient though, moving slowly towards where one of these colossal chickens were pecking around the ground, searching for a bit of food. He had a bucket in one hand, his other held off to the side to show he didn't mean it any harm. ]


Hello there, friend.. Nothing will harm you... Are you hungry? A great thing like you must need a hundred pounds of greens a day.

[ Sebastian hoped it was hungry for greens and seed and not.. flesh. He didn't exactly have his bow on him, since he was told these animals were meant to be tamed. ]


Prompt V -


Friendr
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» Age: 28
» Seeking: Friendship, Allies
» Preferences: Straight
» Interests: Archery, Religious Studies, Charity
» Bio: Chantry Lay Brother, as well as disputed Prince of Starkhaven. Looking to spread the word of Andraste.
base code by photosynthesis
Sebastian Vael
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--Also open to Wild Card!--
Edited 2017-06-20 05:49 (UTC)
joylesslove: Where no one lives. (02. There's a house)

The Plain Doll | Bloodborne | OTA

[personal profile] joylesslove 2017-06-20 06:39 am (UTC)(link)
II. Monster Miscalculation:

[The doll was not made for combat. This is a fact she's extremely aware of - which is why she'd volunteered to help clean the tainted areas. As a being that neither eats nor breathes, she's better suited to cleaning up potential toxins than most humans.

She only wished she could so without attracting the attention of the vines. She's got no meat for the plants to consume, but it seems with all the fumes of the repellent wafting around, they no longer care about such things. She's been doing her best to clean without coming within reach of the vines.

Unfortunately, this strategy can only last so long. The vines are numerous, and after a point she finds herself becoming cornered by a few of them.
]

Oh dear.

[Her voice is flat, not expressing as much emotion as one might find appropriate for a situation like this. She turns to face the person closest to her, unsure of what to do.]

Good Hunter. If you would be so kind, could you help me with this predicament?



V. Friendr


Friendr
«
»
» Age: your character's age no.
» Seeking: anyone
» Preferences: Any who need me.
» Interests: Humans. Giving care. My child.
» Bio: Greetings, I am a doll made to help you humans with the hunt. I was told that those who have need of me could find me via this application.
base code by photosynthesis
a doll.
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promises_to_keep: (sup bitches?)

Lea | Kingdom Hearts | OTA

[personal profile] promises_to_keep 2017-06-20 06:43 am (UTC)(link)
((i do a good amount of tagging at work on mobile, which is shit for formatting, so i usually just write in prose. please don't let that stop you from tagging however is your preference!))

[DON'T WAKE THE DEITY or: go the fuck back to sleep]

Well, anyone will tell you that the best thing to do if you find yourself in a strange situation is to just stick to what you know and you'll figure things out. And if there's one thing Lea knows how to do, it's recon. So when volunteers are needed for an apparently dangerous mission to uh... potentially kill a god, he figures he's kind of a shoo-in. More than that, it's probably a good deposit to the bank of karma, and that's something he figures can't hurt, given his history.

He's always liked puzzles, so the fact that this isn't just your run of the mill Engage Target and Destroy sort of mission is a plus. Wanna be teammates? He's pretty friendly, despite looking a bit like a delinquent. In a tight spot because you got separated from your team? He said it himself, "Dark Rescue" is his middle name.


[MONSTER MISCALCULATION or: feed me, seymour!]

If there's one thing Lea knows he's good at, it's setting things on fire, so when it turns out his particular talents are just what the doctor ordered, he can't help but feel just a little bit cool. Here he just got here, and he's already making a good impression! Unfortunately, the plants he's here to take care of aren't quite so impressed with him as he is with himself. Fire and edged weapons are definitely his speciality, though, so when he sees someone getting a little bit too close to the big nasty stinger on one of those leaves, he doesn't hesitate, and lets one of his chakrams fly. It slices neatly through the vine, dropping the leaf harmlessly to the ground, and he lifts a hand to retrieve the chakram as it returns.

"Gotta have eyes in the back of your head around here, huh?" he asks, grinning a little. "You okay?"


[WARK GAMES or: bridge on the river kweh]

Lea has always liked animals, and it seems that animals have usually liked him in return. In fact, he might even say he prefers animals to people, sometimes. Animals are good listeners, and don't judge you for your mistakes, after all.

Granted, he's usually dealt with... smaller animals. He can say without hesitation that he has never in his life attempted to befriend a seven-foot-tall chicken. Well, it can't be that hard, can it? They seem to have invaded the city along with the carnivorous plants, but at least he's fairly confident they're not meat-eaters. So far he hasn't heard of anyone being devoured, in any case.

This one, though, seems rather agitated, fluffing its feathers and chattering excitedly at him, and he's honestly not sure if it's happy to see him, or if it's telling him to back off. Hey, he knows how to read dog and cat body language, but he never learned chicken, okay?

"Nice birdy," he says gently, mostly just hoping to move past the creature and continue on his way without getting pecked to death or something. "Boy, you sure are a... big... fluffy thing, aren't'cha?" The bird seems to take offense to this, and fluffs its feathers more fervently, making itself look even bigger than it already looked. Concerned, Lea halts in his steps and holds both hands up. "Ah, okay, clearly you're taking this street," he says, "so I can... just find another way into town. It's all good. Carry on."

Maybe holding your hands up is a sign of aggression among giant chickens, though, because as soon as he starts backing away, the chocobo makes a loud shrieking noise and charges toward him.

Someone please help the tall skinny redhead being chased down the street by Big Bird.


[FRIENDR or: call me beep me if you wanna reach me]


Friendr
«
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» Age: Old enough to know better, young enough to do it anyway.
» Seeking: Friends, partners in crime, anything?
» Preferences: No boring people.
» Interests: Ice cream, high places, frisbees.
» Bio: Just your everyday ex-assassin looking for an interesting time. Enough about me, what's fun around here?
base code by photosynthesis
LEA
« ✘ ✔ »



[WILDCARD or: come at me, bros]
bunnyhopped: (002)

hana 'd.va' song | overwatch

[personal profile] bunnyhopped 2017-06-20 07:07 am (UTC)(link)
iii. d.va 0, chocobos 1? (im sorry for this)
[ Hana isn't entirely sure what's going on with people acting like something's gotten everyone's feathers rustled until a bystander is kind enough to yell, "Look out!" in her direction and, sure enough, the moment she turns in the direction from which the voice came, there's a giant, fluffy yellow bird careening toward and then jumping clear right over her.

All five feet and some inches of her. ]


Whoa, what the--

[ She whirls around just in time to see it land and continue on its way before she notices-- there are more. And she swears those giant birds look cartoonish enough to have walked right out of a video game, chunky and fluffy and kind of really adorable if not for the fact that they're currently terrorizing the local populace? If all of the games and media Hana has consumed over all nineteen years of her life are anything to go by, though, getting these giant chickens back in control is just a matter of proving yourself the alpha... bird. Although not for the first time since she's arrived to this strange new dimension, she laments how much easier any of this would be if she her MEKA unit with her.

Her resolve forms just in time, at least, to catch a running child to keep them from tripping over themselves and she flashes them a smile, saying, ]


Don't worry. I've got this!

[ Before she surges forward, walking so very bravely to three squawking, flapping chocobos, and then stopping in front of them with her arms outstretched, legs bent at the knees in a tentative challenge. This has totally worked in movies. This is definitely not going to end badly for anyone at all. ]

That's right, giant birdies, here comes a new challenger.

[ But here's a newsflash: giant fluffy birds that are upset don't give a damn about new challengers. Her gesture only earns a moment of pause before the chocobos, in turn, surge forward and rush at her. Halp. ]

v. friendr


Friendr
«
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» Age: 19
» Seeking: ;)
» Preferences: don't be a jerk
» Interests: games, noms, buns
» Bio: hiya! no losers allowed, cause i play to win! ♥
base code by photosynthesis
Character Name
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vi. wildcard
( I'd love to try something more adventure-y/explore-y as well, but something more low-key than the temple mission! Definitely hit me up if you have some ideas! )
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peter quill | guardians of the galaxy | ota

[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2017-06-20 09:36 am (UTC)(link)
ii. monster miscalculation;

[ Okay. So.

The overgrown carnivorous plants are definitely worrisome, and the weird, near-sentient way they grope after anything with a heartbeat definitely calls to mind some of the seedier (har har) porn vids he's seen in his life. But mostly, all he can think of is upbeat doo-wop music and alien venus flytraps demanding their mousy florist owners to feed them human blood.

And here's Peter Jason Quill, known mostly to himself as Star-Lord, hovering in the air, thanks to what looks like a jetpack strapped to his back. ]


Then you go Downtown, where the folks are broke. You go Downtown, where your life's a joke—

[ ... Yep. He sure is singing "Skid Row" from Little Shop of Horrors to himself up there. He fires in time with the song, his twin blasters whining as they send down sparking blasts of flame at the vines creeping up the walls.

The plant hardly seems to appreciate his efforts to keep the the residents of the Quarantine safe, though, and one of its larger vines swings upward to bat him out of the air. He dodges the first swipe, then the second, but then the plant cheats by using another vine, slamming into him from behind. Thankfully, Peter avoids the worst of its stingers, and when Peter thuds against the ground, bouncing and rolling with the impact, the only thing that's really hurt is his pride.

Well. His pride, and also possibly one of his kidneys? But when have those ever been important, right?

He wheezes out, ]
Seriously uncool, Cleopatra. [ as he shoves himself up onto all fours. ]


v. part 1 - network; username: star.lord

[ The feed clicks on, revealing the Star-Lord in question. His expression is fixed in the sort of polite smile one uses when greeting store clerks or friends of friends of friends. His lips part, and he inhales to start speaking—

Except Peter is interrupted by a loud "KWEH!" in the background. A Chocobo thunders past with a rider atop its back, hanging on for dear life. Three other folks zoom past in pursuit, and Peter watches them disappear around a corner. His gaze stays fixed on the street, blinking a few times, and he slowly sucks in a breath through the side of his mouth. ]


... Uh... huh.

[ He looks pensive for a second or two – ostensibly weighing the pros and cons on whether or not he wants to lend a hand – but he shakes his head, deciding he doesn't care enough. His attention returns to his device. ]

So! I'm Peter Quill. Most folks call me Star-Lord. [ why u already lyin ] I'm new in town, don't really know these parts, dependin' on the kindness of strangers, blah, blah, blah. Anyway. It's been a rough day, and I'm in serious need of a drink. If someone could point me in the direction of the cheapest bar with the heaviest pours, I'd be grateful.


v. part 2 - friendr


Friendr
«
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» Age: 34
» Seeking: anything
» Preferences: yes
» Interests: music, movies, TV
» Bio: the legendary Star-Lord. two-time galaxy saver. leader of the Guardians of the Galaxy.

kind of a big deal.

base code by photosynthesis
Sᴛᴀʀ-Lᴏʀᴅ
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vi. wildcard
(( let me know if you'd like something specific! ))
godslay: (001)

gamora | guardians of the galaxy | ota

[personal profile] godslay 2017-06-20 09:38 am (UTC)(link)
ii. MONSTER MISCALCULATION
[ Fighting comes almost as naturally to Gamora as breathing. However, that doesn't mean she finds the carnivorous plants currently slithering towards her anything more than annoying.

Her reactions are quick, immediate as a bundle of vines snaps out across the ground, wrapping itself around Gamora's ankle, only to find her sword slicing the tendril before it can clamp down. She kicks away the now-limp plant, spinning on her heel to be greeted by a mass of vines and leaves spreading across the ground and progressively speeding towards her — and anyone else unfortunate enough to be in the line of fire.

She cuts down a second, a third vine as they try to make contact again, and she looks up just in time to see a brilliant red flower spit in her direction. Acid flies by her head, nearly catching a stray curl as she ducks on instinct. A quick glance in her periphery shows she's not the only intended prey for the flowers, and one more glob of acid is hurled to her right, and before she can even move to knock the other unlucky target out of the way, she barks a quick, ]


Get down!

iii. WARK TIME
[ Here's the thing: Gamora really would rather not kill the giant fluffy birds. In fact, she would rather not engage them, period, but given the way they're stampeding throughout the city, that starts to make them incredibly difficult to avoid — and they're large enough and hostile enough to make them a threat to the more innocent bystanders who can neither outrun the creatures nor defend themselves from the... whatever they are. She's at least seen stranger things in her universe, and by comparison, the chocobos are more on the absurd than disgusting side, so.

Manageable.

But they're still big and loud, and when she has the misfortune of finding herself between a pair of squawking, snapping birds, she's making the very conscious choice not to just cut them down then and there.

(She might have been inclined otherwise, if she wasn't aware of the fact that they're clearly acting irregularly, and so it seems that wrangling them is a better solution.) ]


We can do this the easy way or the hard way.

[ One of the birds paws at the dirt with its large talons, before opening its beak to shriek at her.

Gamora glares right back at it, flat and unimpressed. ]


You won't like the hard way, I assure you.

[ ... Can the bird even understand her?

Probably not, given the way it suddenly lunges with its thick, sharp beak, while the second looks on and continues to squawk with the same aggression as the first. But instead of letting herself take the brunt of the chocobo's attack, she sidesteps the oversized bird, reaching out to clamp her arms around its head –
one behind its neck, the other curled over its beak.

... It clearly does not approve.

The chocobo immediately tries to struggle out of her grip, screeching and flapping its wings, but she keeps it steady (while ensuring it won't accidentally snap its own neck).

The downside of this strategy is that, while one is restrained, the other takes the opportunity to also attack.

... She's absolutely going to need an additional set of hands here. ]

v. FRIENDR


Friendr
«
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» Age: No.
» Seeking: No.
» Preferences: No.
» Interests: No.
» Bio: No.
base code by photosynthesis
No Gamora
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vi. WILDCARD
( Pick your poison, and come at me with whatever, basically! Or hit me up for something specific, and we'll make it happen! )
Edited 2017-06-20 09:54 (UTC)
bewarethehair: (Weather witch)

Trisana Chandler // Circle Universe Books by Tamora Pierce // ota

[personal profile] bewarethehair 2017-06-20 11:17 am (UTC)(link)
Don't Wake the Deity:

Something is calling to Tris. It started through the open window of her healer's room when she arrived in this strange place. She'd pushed herself getting over the border and she'd paid for it in rest after that nasty curse from Ishabal. She had kind of hoped the woman would stick around against her sibling's warning that Tris never wanted to see her again. Still, revenge was a bad way to live. She knew that. It only beget more revenge.

And now, this place with strange magics that were science not magic, more like the crafts of master handiworkers than mages. There was magic here too, though. She could see it. In some of the people, but on the wind, in sigils and other tokens of spell craft as she scried. She could hear talk of it in snatches, but nothing concrete, no way to figure out if this place had a Living Circle Temple or ambient mages. She'd have to be careful and keep her medallion tucked within her dress.

First things first, she needed to find out what was trying to summon her. She didn't hold with gods as much as Daja or Briar, but she'd seen enough in the weather and of her own siblings to know not to count them out and to respect them. Briar and Rosethorn would strangle her with a vine if she was ignoring a summons from the Mila of the Grain, and even Frostpine would be disappointed if she turned her back on Hakkoi the Smith.

So, Tris sets out carefully to the city wall, and just barely beyond it, shielding herself with a ring of magic and sitting on a convenient piece of rock before reaching out for the source of the disturbance. Unless you break a piece of magic, you won't be able to get within five feet of her, but you can call to her and she might pay attention to you.

Monster Miscalculation:

There's poison in the ground, and someone has got to clear it away before it starts causing problems. This doesn't look like it's a crop growing area, but it could just be that these fields are in fallow for the year. Still, with her powers and the scrap of Briar's she still had within her magic, clearing the poison out of the ground is something Tris can work on. She settles in and reaches into the earth beneath her, down, down, down, for the molten core, the heat and energy to burn out the whatever has contaminated the earth.

She draws it like Sandry would a thread, or like Daja would a wire up towards her and begins to use the heat like a wand to melt the ground and erase the contaminant. Unfortunately, during this highly concentrated process, her eyes are closed, and she cannot see the vines creeping towards her ankles.

Wild card:

No chocobos for Tris, but if you'd like prompt iv, friendr, another situation, even a different version of one of the two above, or just more information about Tris please feel free to pm me at this journal, or ping me [plurk.com profile] dangerouspasttime . I'll match prose or brackets!
boi: (pic#11498667)

Guzma | Pokemon

[personal profile] boi 2017-06-20 02:21 pm (UTC)(link)
wark games:

[ These were some strange as hell birds. But they look powerful, and that's what Guzma is after.

You see, he's just released his secret weapon, his Golisopod, from his pokéball and it seems the two creatures are engaged in a Mexican stand-off. Occasionally, the giant bug will attack and the chocobo will pounce back, and to most people it looks like he's taking part in a weird animal fighting ring, but what Guzma really thinks is that he's just taming a powerful, wild pokémon. One can even see red and white balls scattered at the monsters' feet, where he presumably failed to catch this giant chicken. ]


Just a lil more! Show 'em what you really got! We ain't leavin' without that foreign pokémon!

[ Help him...? ]

attraction repellant:

Buddy. Buddy.

[ Someone just happens to be way in your space, draping a powerful arm over your shoulder and schmoozing in way too close and familiarly. You looked different out of the crowd here, and that's just enough for his affection-addled mind to wander over and burst your personal bubble. ]

Listen, I'm a new guy. Surprising, right? I went right through a magic portal and wound up here of all places. I need you to spill the beans. Just where the fresh heck is a woman named Lusamine? You see, she writes my paycheck for the time being and I really, really hate pushing back the payday. You look like a helpful type, aren't you? So why don't you tell me nice and easy where she is. She's blonde, hair down to her ankles, maybe a bit crazy. But that's what's fun about her! Heh heh.

So you tell me and I'll let you go! Fun deal we have, yo?

friendr:


Friendr
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» Age: Mind your freakin' business!
» Seeking: Grunts
» Preferences: Strong, reliable, follows orders.
» Interests: Pokémon, a lil Mayhem, Being the BO$$
» Bio: You're looking at Team Skull's head honcho! You message me, you better show some respect, yo!
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Guzma
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Wild Card:

[ Feel free to pick any other prompt, make up your own, or hash something out with me on [plurk.com profile] rowlet! ]
Edited 2017-06-20 14:22 (UTC)
hititwithacrowbar: (Jason - headache)

Jason Todd || DC New 52 || OTA

[personal profile] hititwithacrowbar 2017-06-20 03:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Prompt IV
At first Jason hadn't thought much of the strange chlorine taste to the water, after all, growing up in Crime Alley, and hiding out in other slummy area's strange tasting water was nothing new. He always would be a bit skeptical of tap water, to many Gotham villains had targeted the water supply, for his liking. This was a new place though, not Gotham. It seemed like drinking the water should be fine.

Nothing was ever fine.

At first it didn't seem strange that he felt like being out and about socializing. He was human after all, humans need other people. He was sitting at one of the restaurants, one with outside tables, sipping the drink he had ordered as he watched people move past and on with their lives while he waited for food. It was strange, he wanted to reach out and grab a random hand, pull someone to his table and chat. It wasn't something he would usually do without a reason, or without knowing the person. Which is what kept him from doing just that.

Prompt V - Friendr

Friendr
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» Age: 22
» Seeking: Friends, info, anything
» Preferences:N/A
» Interests: Money, fighting, cars.
» Bio: God didn't want me and the devil thought I would take over.
base code by photosynthesis
Jason Todd
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Edited 2017-06-20 15:31 (UTC)
aeterminus: (you mistake the game for being smart)

Abel Fletcher | Original

[personal profile] aeterminus 2017-06-20 03:41 pm (UTC)(link)
ii. monster miscalculation

[When Abel hears that people are needed to deal with carnivorous plants, he's immediately over there, ready to do some extreme gardening. With a sword in his hand (where did he get that sword? who knows that's just how Abel is) he is cutting at the plants with a precision that shows he has definitely used a sword before and with some frequency.

Unfortunately, he's not exactly a team player, so he's sticking by himself and not really going out of his way to help anyone else who has decided to fight these fearsome plants. Feel free to shout at him, though.
]

iii. wark games

[Abel's dealt with horses during his unremembered lifetime and even after his death, he was still capable of dealing with even the wildest of the beasts, so horsebirds weren't too different than that, right? Wrong. Well, somewhat wrong. It took far longer than a horse, but Abel managed to at least calm the creature enough with some bribes of some tasty plants and patience.

Now all he had to do was convince the creature to allow him to saddle it up so he could take it back to the stables. Which it was not letting him do, letting out a few loud kwehs in protest while he's back to soothing the large bird down again.
]

vi. wildcard

[bother the ghost cop. he won't bite. it's not like he's a dog.]
notasaviour: (human - smile - strained)

housing

[personal profile] notasaviour 2017-06-20 03:43 pm (UTC)(link)
He wasn't exactly expecting to be cornered in the kitchen, so it takes him a moment to realise he's being asked, and another moment to try and work out a coherent answer. It's pretty impolite not to answer, after all, even if he's not sure where the question is coming from or why they've picked him of all people.

"Earth. One of them, anyway, there's a lot of people here from different Earths. Or did you mean New York?"

He keeps his tone friendly, but he can't help sounding a little puzzled as well.
aeturnus: (pic#11384517)

Just pretending for the sake of it that they already know the other is here okok.

[personal profile] aeturnus 2017-06-20 03:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Cain doesn't mean to get in the way of bird-taming. It's really just him going out to check on the strange creatures because he definitely remembers the day of horses and long, dirty roads before cars and airplanes and everything like that. He doesn't quite have the magic touch but his affinity with beasts of burden isn't to be doubted.

It looks like someone's beat him to it, and he stops immediately when he sees who it is. Should have known. It brings a smile to his face, and he notably does not charge in and cause more panic for the poor bird but he does move around to make sure Abel sees Cain then for when he's got things more in hand. Notably because it's been taking a lot of restraint to keep from getting in peoples' spaces recently. His hands itch, something in the water lately that he was too late to keep from ingesting, but he's been dealing with it. ]
idolpire: (Head Ow - 1)

iii. (if you're all right with the caveat of it being night?)

[personal profile] idolpire 2017-06-20 03:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[He was still suffering from the bad luck of having a soul at the moment, the effects of a chalice still in the city causing him to be from another time than when he'd come in the city. So it was that soul inside him that prompted him to leave the safety of his crypt, to go out into the city proper when he heard of those within it being attacked. Harmed. That wasn't right. Wasn't good. Hurting was bad and he'd done enough of that.

He'd mostly been ignoring the giant birds, who also seemed to be ignoring him. Soul or not, he was still in the body of a dead man, no heartbeat or warmth to draw attention to him. Likely a scent that reminded the birds of death, even though he'd cleaned himself up from the mess he'd been recently.

He was righting tables and chairs, his broken mind needing to physically put things to right when he heard the scuffle breaking out not far from him. Two large chicken-birds and one woman all in green. No, she was green. Not a woman, then. A demon? But there were those here that weren't demons. Not-demons, but not-humans.

Trying to sort it out made his head hurt again, and in that moment of pressing a hand to it, the woman had grabbed one of the birds as it attacked her, leaving her open to the other one that seemed not in the slightest bit happy that its partner in crime was in distress. Walking over, seemingly unnoticed by either participant, he got there just as the free bird was about to take a nip out of green skin. His fist shot out, hitting it in the back of the head and stunning it. Gamora might not want to hurt the large featherheads, but Spike held no such reservations, particularly when it came to a body vs a bird.]


Bad bird! Don't nip the girl. Not the right way of the circle. Stop breaking the chain.

[Sorry, Gamora. He wasn't entirely lucid, but he was getting better. Mostly.]
aeterminus: (and the crush and the grind)

it's better that way tbh

[personal profile] aeterminus 2017-06-20 04:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[Abel notices Cain, but promptly ignores him to focus on calming the chocobo down again and after a few minutes of petting, feeding, and soft murmuring, the bird seems to have calmed down once more.]

You can stop lurking, Brother. This creature won't mind.
aeturnus: (pic#11384267)

[personal profile] aeturnus 2017-06-20 04:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ah, his patience has paid off. Cain walks over, hands in his pockets until he's close enough and puts his hand on Abel's shoulder. It's nothing much but helps and wow does he miss when they were just kids and would sit side-by-side, inseparable, working on whatever nonsense had been put to them at the time. The specifics all blur together by now. ]

That was really impressive, Abel.
buildsomething: (armored intent)

Tony Stark | MCU

[personal profile] buildsomething 2017-06-20 04:20 pm (UTC)(link)
ii. monster miscalculation

[It's a good thing Tony can't bring himself to be surprised by anything anymore, because giant killer plants might have just done it. As it is, he just takes half a moment to wonder how plants are even achieving semi-sentience as he gets his armor.

He mostly keeps to the air for better mobility, and tightly focused repulsor fire seems to cut through the vines pretty well. Being encased in metal isn't hurting either, though some of the red and gold is starting to go missing in patches thanks to a couple acid shots he couldn't quite duck in time. Tony's honestly kind of annoyed about that.

He's even more annoyed that the plant seems to be working him out. A good handful of vines whip his way, and while he concentrates on taking them out with well-place repulsor shots, another vine sneaks up from underneath to wrap around his ankle. He tries to twist around enough to get clear aim on it, but the vine jerks him off balance, then tightens enough that the metal actually starts to give slightly.

All Tony can manage is a frustrated]
Oh, come on -- [before he's yanked hard towards the ground.]

iv. attraction repellent

[Tony's had a not insignificant amount of experience with mood-altering substances in his life. Safe to say that he knows something weird is going on, but he can't place what or why. It's incredibly irritating up until he forgets to think about it, which then annoys him again in a constant, confusing loop. Tony's brain is a weird enough place without extra help.

He's taken to wandering this new, weird town in an attempt to distract himself, but the distraction might be working a little too well. Tony's completely not paying attention, which is probably why he trips right over something. The only thing that keeps him from ending up nose-down on the street is the hand that suddenly catches his arm.

Tony blinks as he's pulled to a stop, then stares down at the hand on his arm.]


Oh hey, that's nice. [He pats his rescuer's hand almost fondly.] You're nice.

v. network - text; un: iron.man

So does anyone know if there's a machine shop or something around here? Acetylene torch? Screwdriver? Paperclip?

Asking for a friend.


vi. wildcard

[Have another idea? Hit me. Will match prose or brackets.]
stevegrogers: (Default)

Steve Rogers | MCU

[personal profile] stevegrogers 2017-06-20 04:23 pm (UTC)(link)
i: don't wake the deity.

[ Suddenly waking up in an odd place - just another day in the life of one Steve Rogers. But he didn't give himself too long to acclimate, especially when he caught wind of a mission of the utmost importance. While he might not know all the details of his current situation, he always understood fighting the good fight to protect those around him. No matter what, Steve would always give every breath he had to keep others safe. It fueled him to keep going even when he wanted to just stop moving and dwell.

Gearing himself up, Steve looked over at the rest of the 'crew', wondering how many actually had experience in dealing with oddities. ]


Keep a look out and watch before you take a step. We've been warned there are traps set and we do not want to bring anything extra nasty our way. [ He gave a quick nod of his head, taking the lead with which path to take. The heat blared down on them and Steve found it created a blur and a somewhat haze to filter through the area. Odd. But he kept pressing forward, only stopping when they arrived at a very ancient looking building, ominously shrouded in shadows despite how bright everything else looked. A fog churned along the entrance but nothing to feel too concerned about! ]

I'll go in first, if I'm not back in twenty minutes -- head back. Don't come looking for me.


prompt ii: monster miscalculation.

[ Axe resting along his shoulder, Steve walked over towards the mess of vines giving so much trouble. The plants were eating everything in their path and needed to be dealt with quickly before they mutated into far worse. His mind supplied all sorts of ghastly images of chimera-like beings. What if the vines were able to adapt something they ate to take on properties of it?

He probably spent far too much time listening to Clint's conspiracy theories.

Shaking his head, Steve swung the axe down to render one of the vines useless, he hit two more, feeling more than a little pleased with how 'easy' it seemed. The intent focus on the vines in front of him meant he failed to consider they could curl around another way and come up behind him.

He realized the failure very quick when one of the vines curled around his ankles and yanked. The sudden pull slid the axe from his hands and Steve let out a low groan, scrambling to try and snatch for it again.

Not good, seriously. ]


Come on! Maybe we can talk about this! [ Is he really trying to negotiate with a plant? Maybe. ]


prompt v: friendr/network.




Friendr
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» Age: It's complicated.
» Seeking: Connections.
» Preferences: Open minded.
» Interests: Running, Drawing, Films.
» Bio: I'm not sure what to put here. Does Captain America mean anything to anyone?
base code by photosynthesis
Steve Rogers
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vi: wildcard.

[ feel free to throw something else my way! if anyone wants to plot/discuss, can ping me at @[plurk.com profile] snowflakecrowns ]
amelioraate: (still not impressed)

i. cackles

[personal profile] amelioraate 2017-06-20 04:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ look, Tony is a little bit skeptical of any and all Steve Rogers that come into this place. he has met the other version of himself and he was not at all in good shape, and the way he acted around Steve made Tony think that there was potential for there to be less than amazing Steve Rogers out there in the world (and whatever god is listening out there, please don't strike him down for that thought).

so when the call goes out to seek out what the hell was going on in the wild, and a shiny new Steve Rogers volunteers to lead (because that is such a surprise), Tony decides to tag along. incognito (which means in a hoodie with the hood pulled low, armour in stealth mode around him).

it seems simple enough (so Tony knows that it will be anything but), and Tony has to keep himself from humming as they traipse through the jungle to--

a temple.

it is a fucking temple, complete with fog and ominous feeling and everything. good god, would this place just not for once.

by this point, Tony knows that this Steve is far too optimistic for his own good, and when he offers to go a head, Tony laughs and steps up.]


Yeah, how about no. That never ends well okay, never. It's like asking to be turned into an offering. You're going with backup, Steve. And, to add, we are not leaving your sorry ass in that temple, are you insane? What kind of team are you used to back home?

[ he tugs back the hood and gives Steve a pointed stare. he will stand firm on this one, thanks. ]
amelioraate: (well this looks wrong)

v. text; un: stark.naked

[personal profile] amelioraate 2017-06-20 04:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ what the fuck is this? open season on being Iron Man? ]

Uh huh, sure you are. I have all of those and a bunch of other shit cobbled together here that almost meets the standards of the workshop back home. Almost. You just have to keep your hands off of my version of the armour, sound like a deal?

Oh, and watch for the roomba when you come it, he likes shoes.
buildsomething: (you said what?)

[personal profile] buildsomething 2017-06-20 04:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Wait, what? What do you mean YOUR version of the armor?
tutee: (Default)

Bill Potts | Doctor Who

[personal profile] tutee 2017-06-20 04:44 pm (UTC)(link)
iii. wark games
Is this from a video game? It looks like a video game thing though.

[ Bill has never ridden a horse, let alone a bird... horse... thing. But she's approaching the one that she's found carefully, hands out, stepping slowly forward. ]

Can we ride 'im, do you think? Or would he go mental?


v-a. friendr

Friendr
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» Age: 20
» Seeking: anything, I suppose
» Preferences: women
» Interests: sci-fi, ancient rome, travelling
» Bio: sort of a college student, unofficially. work in the student union, officially. travel time and space, very unofficially.
base code by photosynthesis
Bill Potts
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v-b. network @chippy
I'm looking for my friend. he calls himself the Doctor. comes with a big blue box, and usually a funny little bloke named Nardole follows him around too. if anyone's sure to be here, it's him.
stevegrogers: (determined)

[personal profile] stevegrogers 2017-06-20 04:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ to be honest, Steve felt a little thrill run up his spine at the chance for doing something important and to not feel just drifting from one day to the next. above all else, Steve needed a direction and something to channel his energies into. what better than an ominous temple? besides, he'd rather end up hurt than anyone else on the team.

super soldiers healed. if the functions still worked in the town, he really needed to check that out to be sure. but a problem for another day.

which meant he would not bother and go forward regardless of whether he healed easily or not.

head jerking over towards the sound of a voice, Steve's eyebrows furrowed. who was the guy? why did he look oddly familiar? the guy clearly knew him. ]


The kind of team that I protected. [ he felt a little offended for the sake of his team. only Tony went directly against anything he ever said and at the moment he didn't have to deal with the guy. it should have made the mission smoother and yet. ]

Can you handle yourself? It'll be dangerous in there and it'll be distracting if I have to keep saving you because of your pride to not be left out here. [ yeah, if only he knew. ]