Test Drive: AUGUST

[empevents]

— TEST DRIVE: AUGUST —

Welcome to empatheias' test drive meme. This test drive is to help interested players test their characters in the game's environment. We've included a few prompts that incorporate specific elements of the game, though you'll find all of them have a lot of leeway for players to get as creative as necessary. Before diving in, here are a few things we'd like to remind everyone about the game in general:

• Date reminders. Reserves open 25 July and Applications (Canon | OC) open a week later on August 1st. Apps will only be open for four days!
  
  
• OC Reminder! Just a quick reminder that original characters are allowed. Those interested can also use the test drive. OCs do not need to be reserved.
  
  
• Emotions are key! Empatheias' premise focuses on how anyone's emotions can affect their environment, be it big or small. While not every emotion will cause a reaction, significant ones definitely will. How much effect a character will have will ultimately be up to you, the player. Also, while we're giving a lot of leeway for the test drive, keep in mind that there will be some limits in the actual game.
  
  
• Everyone has an amulet. All characters have a unique amulet that is specialized for them. It will contain all of their emotion drops and it serves as the network device. Remember, communication is telepathic. Otherwise, it works basically the same.
  
  
• Assume the character is already in the game. Because "OMG WHERE AM I IS THIS REAL LIFE" threads aren't going to be very helpful in this test drive! Plus, those are going to happen in-game, anyway. So to make things easier, just assume that they've been around at least a week or so. Still learning the ropes, but not a complete "first day" experience.
  
  
• First or third person allowed. Your threads can be in either first or third, but we'd advise being flexible about it. Remember, these threads can also be used in your application for samples! Reminder: We only require one sample and it can be done in either format. We have also made a change to our sample requirements, so look over the Applications page!
  
  
• Transfer to in-game. If accepted, you can assume threads made on the Test Drive happen in-game if the scenario can reasonably fit. For new characters, these threads do not count for activity check. However, these can be supplementary threads for players already in-game.
  
  
• For your threads, put the Character Name and the Canon in the subject line to help readily identify them. You're also welcome to use more than one prompt for respondents to choose from. If you have any questions or want to brush up on the game information, refer to the Game Information entry. Otherwise, tag around and have fun!
  
  
  Now with that out of the way, here are some prompts you guys can work from!

PROMPTS

• Prompt A: How about giving the emotions a try?

• Prompt B: Refer to the Task Board and choose a task your character may be interested in taking up. For this prompt, you could have your character ask for help, already be in the middle of the job, or react to it in some way. Perhaps they were an unfortunate victim or want to create a job countering an existing one. You could even have a prompt making a job request. Creating jobs for the purpose of the test drive is absolutely doable.

• Prompt C: How about giving the amulets a go? Start a telepathic conversation and see how it works. Remember, the amulets are sending out the owner's thoughts so might want to be careful about how the stream of consciousness goes...

• Prompt D: Mystery boxes have begun to turn up not only on people’s doorsteps but also anywhere they go - at their workplaces, dropped off on their cafe tables, even falling out of trees or windows right in front of them. There is nothing special about the boxes themselves - nothing is written on them and they are made out of generic cardboard - but they may contain items such as a set of cute furry animal figurines, a ring of old tarnished keys, or a fancy but stained secondhand fedora. Others, however, have more sinister, mysterious contents, such as a black coat with a muddy hem, a blood-spattered kitchen knife or even what looks like a severed bloody finger. Ask around about who has been leaving these boxes all over the place, and you will get conflicting reports. Otherworlders lucky enough to catch a glimpse of a person suddenly in a hurry to leave the scene will learn that this person behind the mystery boxes can appear as a man, or a woman, or neither.

• Prompt E: Receiving a mystery box has its pros and cons. Some items give so much emotion and energy to a person, exaggerating everything they feel and think. It's a good thing at times, because when one is happy, they truly are HAPPY! When one feels like they're on top of the world, they may end up floating! However, there are instances in which the other person feels like they're drowning due to sadness, in which case, they may feel like they're underwater and need air to breathe. Don't worry! In times like these, all you need is a slap in the face to make you feel better! Or if that's too physically hurtful, others have discovered that crying stops the hyperbole of emotions, too.

• Prompt F: Investigations eventually lead to the founder of the cryptocurrency EmoGold who goes by the pseudonym "Sato" to be the one sending out mystery boxes to people. It seems the emotional currency has taken a dive in terms of exchange rate between EmoGold and Sylvs that he thought giving out mystery boxes to people would make them want to learn more about EmoGold and mining… sadly that didn't work and only proceeded to creep people out! "Sato" is now under custody of the Enforcers, and all the furniture in his house (strange and unique as they may be) is now up for auction! A lamp that looks like a cow and shoots light out of its eyes for 5,000 sylvs going once… going twice… SOLD!

• Prompt G: Make your own! It could include forks and/or snow.

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Kieran Duffy | Red Dead Redemption 2

[sleepyhollowed]

[A]

[Although he tries his very best to present himself as a jovial, easy-going kind of fellow, the truth is that Kieran is a high-key bundle of nerves who frightens easy and makes matters awkward even easier.]

[And speaking of frightening easily, the idea of his emotions causing strange effects in this world doesn’t exactly sit well with him. It sounds way too much like some sort of weird voodoo or witchcraft—definitely not the kind of otherworldly weirdness he wants to play around with.]

[But here’s the thing… as it turns out, worry is an emotion. An emotion that Kieran often, coincidentally, worries about. So as he worries about his worrying and the effect it has on the environment, dark shadows start to spread out from underneath his boots and creep along the sparse sidewalk.]

OH! Oh no! Oh no no no no…!

[Kieran lifts his feet, one after the other, as if checking for a hole he can plug up.]


Aw crap, I can’t… I can’t, uh, uh… someone help!!! Please!!!

———

[B]

[Kieran squints at the task board, doing his best to hang out in a corner away from anyone else who may want to take a look. He can make out a word here and there, sounding out letters in his head and slowly stringing them together. He grasps the basic idea of what’s going on with most of the assignments, latching onto whatever key words he knows, but it takes a while. Longer than he would ever care to admit.]

I think this one's a cleaning job, right? That can’t be too bad.

[He’s talking to himself as he places a finger on GT014, debating whether or not he should take this assignment.]

———

[C]

[This amulet transmission isn’t anything special, at least not to someone who’s been around for a while. It’s a view of a picturesque lake coming from someone who’s standing along its sandy banks.]

Woaah… wouldja look at that? The water’s so clear!

[As Kieran narrates to nobody in particular, there’s a wave of pure, unadulterated joy that washes over the unintended connection.]

I bet the fishing’s real good here.

B, also 8)

[wolfbitten]

[John has taken to visiting the task board to pick up odd jobs every couple of weeks, and he doesn't generally take notice of anybody else around. The way he sees it, whatever reason they have for being there is no business of his, just as his reasons aren't their business. So on this particular day when he hears an oddly familiar voice, it catches him by surprise. He's never once seen anybody he recognized from home before, and he almost doesn't believe his eyes when he finally sees a familiar face at the other side of the board.]

What the hell? [There's just enough hint of a good-natured laugh in John's voice to make him not sound definitively angry, though his face is locked in his usual frown. It's a surprised and mildly delighted frown, at least?]

Kieran? Kieran Duffy! Is that you? [With... a head?? Somehow???]

C but in person bc why not

[mutesiren]

Oh but it is! [The voice comes in crystal clear over the amulet as just next to him there's a blue figure that breaks the water's surface. Even with the mask covering the lower part of her face her joy over having found someone excited about the water is very visible.]

I find it much more enjoyable to swim alongside them, though.

[angeloftheeasterngate]

[A]

[Aziraphale is about to sit down with his morning tea, and has been looking forward to it tremendously. He has a cream bun, with scandalous amounts of cream, and a bottle of ginger beer -

Except that person over there. That person is in trouble. He tucks his treats regretfully back into his little bag, and then trots over to him. There are shadows! On the ground! Extending from this gentleman!]

Oh. Oh, that's new.

Hello, there.

[He speaks with concern, but with warmth, as well. As long as people aren't trying to buy books from him, he actually quite enjoys meeting new people. And this one seems upset. He'd like to help.]

c, but action

[jerichome]

[Even though Simon's been here for months now, appreciating the large lake in Verens is something that he can relate to. Detroit-- Earth back home is a mess in a lot of ways, the environment damaged to the point that some species are completely extinct because of the destruction of their natural habitat. However, those thoughts aren't for discussion right now, and he turns to the country(??) man with a light smile.

This guy looks like he would belong on a farm, but the android isn't judging.]

Fishing is a popular hobby around here, I'm sure you can catch something. [Although, Simon doesn't know how to fish. It's not a skill he was programmed with.]

Iskandar/Rider : Fate/Zero

[unreachableconquest]

B: Librarian for a Day
Well had helped to establish the Library of Alexandria, so he could certainly help out with the sorting of a few books with the time that he had. Iskandar would even have time to do a little reading and studying as he worked, though his size and the fact that he often forgot to watch the volume of his voice and comments made seem ill fit for a librarian. At any given moment he can be found either hauling a large stack of books from one part of the building to another, working on the top shelves of a particular row, or glancing through books on the history and geography of the region. Though should someone ask him a question or stop him, he will gladly help if he can.

B: ST0102 Monsters in the woods
Rider had made it a point to be included on this particular task. A boy had gone missing, after acting rather strangely, and reports of that the enforcers of the land would do nothing about it. It was the last part that had found his mood slightly fouled, that those charged with protecting would fail to look for a child, and that they did not live up to their duty to inspire those who lived in this city. He had called his trusty partner, Bucephalus, and from the back of the mighty horse was making decent time through the underbrush.

"There is something familiar about this. It is a shame that we don't have a better way to track which direction he might have gone."

C: Triumphant return
HAHAHA, it seems that my task here was not done, after all, I have returned! Though it does seem that quite some time has passed since I was last here. I suppose that boy had important things that he had to attend to though since he is no longer here.

Tell those of you who are here, what wonders have been discovered? Have there been more excursions out into the world to discover what lies beyond the horizon? It is rather troublesome that our knowledge of this world is not kept up to date when we return, unlike the throne of heroes.

D: Gifts for the King of Conquerors
Iskandar had found a box outside of his door when he stepped out and thought little of it as he picked it up. There had not been anything that he ordered, but he saw no harm in claiming the content should they have been left at his place of residence. Though by the middle of the morning as he sat outside a shop having a meal, there was a half-dozen of the packages stacked in front of him, and the king of conquerors was getting ready to open each of them.

"The generosity of the people here exceeds what I recall. They must truly recognize my greatness and are thanking me for returning once more."

C (also HELLO :D)

[lightofchaldea]

Listening in on the amulets is always a good idea when it's newcomer arrival time. You never know just who might show up, after all! In fact, she recognizes the person sending this particular message, isn't that...

Iskandar??

... Someday, she might actually learn not to immediately address Servants by their true names. Today, however, is not that day.

D ... hello fellow HGW fighter, have a rude tsundere from a canon point where she's not a Master.

[greedyvixen]

Ah, so Rin isn't the only one getting some weird mystery boxes. She doesn't have one right now, maybe she'll manage to act like she isn't surprised at all if one appears out of nowhere again.

But that man's words get her attention while Rin is walking around pretty aimlessly and just happens to be close to hear that. What greatness? Returning?

"And what the hell are you supposed to be?"

... That's not the way to talk to anyone, especially not to strangers, but unfortunately it seems to be Rin Tohsaka's way of talking to everyone.

Niles | Fire Emblem Fates

[deniles]

B. Bartending For A Night

[Well, getting back into the swing of things was not hard. In fact, it could almost be called enjoyable here. But being a bartender meant a few things. The good was that he could hear a lot of stories. The bad was that he'd have to deal with a lot of idiots.

The really good was if he got them drunk enough, they tipped extra and he's not going to say no to the money.

When someone comes and sits to talk to him, he puts on his most charming grin, holding a shaker of ice in his hand.]

What can I get you?

[It's a surprising tone from Niles.

Because it doesn't immediately sound like he hates you.]

B. GT0102 - Library

[Niles in a library is a mixed bag. On one hand, he's fascinated where he wouldn't be when he was much younger. After all, at least now he can read, but that's not the point.

The point is, that he has grabbed a book on a particular subject (and in order to skeeve everyone out, yes it's a sex book), and is going to look at it when he hears footsteps and make sure anyone who look at him sees what he's reading.]

Can I help you?

[You're disturbing his me time, get out.]

b

[broceanic]

[oh. great. it's this jackass. archie had practically forgotten about him and their terrible "friendship", so when he goes in for a drink and sees a face he could've happily lived without ever seeing again...

he does the responsible thing. acts like he has no idea who this is. hopefully niles won't remember?]

Whiskey.

Library

[blueser]

[Working at the library, as fate would have it, has also been a mixed bag- sure Blue has plenty of time to do his own research, but he also has to deal with people like...]

[...This. Blue's lip curls a little in disgust as he approaches and catches a glimpse of the book he's reading on.... Fertility Facts: How to Get Pregnant. Why does he seem to be so surrounded by gross old men in this place?]

...Hey, pops. [He gestures towards some stray books strewn in the area; perhaps earlier abandoned by their bored readers.] These aren't yours, right?

[Under his breath, he scoffs as he starts to collect them.] Guess not; they're not gross enough...

[jadedlynx]

[ The guy that slides in front of him is blonde with green eyes and despite his youthful appearance, he seems very natural at the bar. ]

A Dirty Manhattan.

[ He's very sober as his night is just starting, but he also doesn't drink in excess. ]

Yosuke Hanamura | Persona 4

[dj_jiraiya]

A - Emotions

[Anyone who knows one Yosuke Hanamura would also know he’s not at all good at keeping his emotions in check. That is... unless he has his music. And then, it’s a whole different issue all together. Although, it wasn’t really an issue so much that he could simply get lost in it. Upon his arrival here, he caused quite the windstorm. Which was weird because his Persona wasn’t out and so how the hell was he Garudyning everywhere?!

But eventually, he got away from the crowd, spent a few days at the Welcome Center to get his bearings, and then eventually to the park where he slapped on his headphones and pressed play, it didn’t matter what song came on. He just needed a place to think and music to help get him in the zone. So, if one were to look, Yosuke could be found in an isolated field of sunflowers, a summer breeze blowing through as he crouched amongst the flowers, eyes shut and his hands over the bright orange headphones. He was completely unaware the sunflowers and breeze were his doing too.

He was in another world, it wasn’t the TV World either, his cellphone was out of range of anyone, and he didn’t know what to do.]

What would partner do?

[It was mumbled into his knees, but with his ears covered in music, he wasn’t aware if anyone heard him. But it was a valid question, he figured. He’d know what to do, or at least have some idea. Yosuke was too out of sorts, but that’s what the music was for. He needed to calm down and think of a game plan.]

D - Mystery Boxes

[Part of that game plan was finding employment. If he was gonna be here for the long haul, may as well earn cash. So, he was currently hauling some boxes for one of the merchants in the marketplace. The guy wanted to set up a new, bigger stall, so the extra set of hands would help. Yosuke was also used to setting up displays and stocking items in an orderly fashion that it was easy for him to get lost in the grind.

That was, until a mysterious box appeared right at his feet and Yosuke had a box full of scrap he was taking to the trash blocking his view. Somehow, his foot smacking into the mystery box followed by an uncontrollable gust of wind had him not just tripping and falling. The box of trash landed and splattered its contents while Yosuke was quite literally flipped over and he landed with a loud cry and crash into yet another pile of trash!

At least it wasn’t a trash can?

There was a pitiful whine as he laid there, not at all sure how he went ass over end right then.]

Ow... that h-hurts...!

[His back was gonna feel that for a week.]

G - Wildcard

[ooc: Got something else in mind? Hit me up here, PM the journal, or my plurk at ravenclawed]

B

[sleepyhollowed]

[Kieran's from a time when slow-motion video isn't exactly a thing, what with end of 19th century technology and all, but that's exactly how he witnesses Yosuke's tumble, cringing as he watches the teenager land in a pile of trash. He can commiserate... probably a little too well.]

[He fights back a wince as he scurries on over and holds out a hand for Yosuke to grab. Least he could do, right?]

You alright, there?

A J Crowley | Good Omens (bookverse)

[saunteredvaguelydownwards]

[A. anger]

[Anger is an easy one, and it's so easy for Crowley to be angry. Right now, anger doesn't quite describe the level of emotion he's feeling, and it doesn't really matter what exactly he's so angry about. What you want to be careful of is the fact that it's pulling slim, scarlet flames upwards from the ground around his feet... and he doesn't seem to notice.

Crowley leaves a trail of smouldering flames wherever he walks in his current state of outrage, until he comes to a stone bench that takes a few scorch-marks while he sits down on it. The corner of his coat catches fire, and he puts it out with a glance. Apologies to anyone nearby who might want to pass without melting the soles of their shoes...

But really, Crowley isn't sorry at all.

[C. ducks]

Ducks.

[Says the amulet. Or, rather, says Crowley's thought through the amulet. He's perched by a relatively large pond, looking pensively at the water.]

This place could use some ducks.

[It's possible he doesn't realise, at this point, that he's broadcasting his mind to all and sundry. Equally possible that he does, and it's very important that everyone listening is aware of the current need for ducks at his particular location.]

[D. mystery box]

Hmm...

[What's in the mystery box doesn't seem to be perturbing him as much as it's causing a great deal of curiosity. Strange, really, when what he's holding in his hand right now is a scarf that looks very much like it's been set on fire.]

... Is someone trying to make a point? It's not a very good one.

[His nose wrinkles slightly, and his eyes narrow behind his sunglasses. The demon doesn't like how familiar the scarf looks. The question - spoken aloud but not really addressed to anyone in the vicinity of the outside of the café where he found the box - has the tone of being dismissive, but the way he doesn't immediately put the box down perhaps says otherwise.]

Did you see who left this here?

[Because Crowley didn't, and he's certain it wasn't there when he sat down.]

C

[roseheartz]

Ducks? I believe I may have seen some ducks around...

[Such is claimed by a kind, female voice ringing through Crowley's head. Obviously she can't say if it was wherever this person currently is, because she doesn't know where he currently is. All she knows for sure is that somewhere around Verens, she's seen ducks before. Or perhaps they were more like this world's equivalent of ducks and the sort of thing the Beastmaster Hunting Guild hunts for. Ducks are ducks!]

Even so... We can always use more ducks! Ducks are fun animals!

Aziraphale | Good Omens (bookverse)

[angeloftheeasterngate]

A

[There's an angel, currently disguised fairly well as a man in mostly white who looks about forty or fifty, near skipping along the path in the park. He's happy. The sky is suffused with a soft pink, and a dozen fish stick their mouths out of the water in the pond and whistle a happy tune in chorus.]

O-oh. Oh, dear. This won't do at all.

B

A task!

Ooh.

[Must stop talking, if he's to entice people with his mimery. Mimeitism? Ah, mime artistry, one imagines, would be the correct phrase. He focuses. He's an excellent magician, after all, with amazing, elegant, graceful sleight of hand.

This may be a lie that he's told himself for many years.

Therefore, he can most certainly perform acts of mime wizardry. He gets excited for a moment, eyes big and soft, as he imagines himself being crowned some kind of mime wizard. Perhaps there'd be a robe with it...

Concentrate.

He starts to mime being trapped in a box. Fairly badly. There's a roof! Four walls! No, wait - five. He makes overacting theatrical expressions of wonder to any passers-by. Come see the amazing mime artist who is TRAPPED in a BOX! He may change this if anyone notices and interacts with him...]

[lightofchaldea]

Oh my. Ritsuka's been here a while, but that's still a pretty impressive display of emotion! Although, for as positive as it is, that remark seems to be the opposite...

"Why not?"

Archer | fate/stay night: Unlimited Blade Works

[unknowntodeath]

[B]

[When you happen to be someone very old and burdened with many regrets it's next to impossible to keep all of your emotions completely in check. Today was a day where the area surrounding him felt heavy. Archer himself was used to it, so he didn't seem too bothered.

To anyone around him the air might feel like a storm was on its way. More sensitive people might feel like being stuck in a small field of electricity and being held down by the pressure.

Archer was still working on how to conceal and not feel, but the place certainly let everyone know. But he wasn't going to let it go.

The pressure never bothered him anyway.]

[E]

[The amount of boxes appearing before him was getting ridiculous. He did his best to both ignore and evade them.

Until one of the boxes fell and opened on its own and we'll... now the pressure around him was instead that of HAPPINESS as he picked up a peculiar looking fedora to not leave in it the middle of the road.

In fact, he wears the fedora and smiles (!!) at the people passing by and greets them by lifting said fedora a little.

Someone save him from this odd thing.]


[G/Wildcard]

Hit me up with anything or plot with me in a PM to this account or in plurk; sasageyo!

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPP ... yeah, I mean E

[greedyvixen]

[NORMALLY or rather before everything that just happened back home, Rin would either help him or mock him or whatever.

Now? She's ignoring Archer as much as she can as she walks nearby. ...And then she glances at him lifting that stupid hat at someone, be it her or someone else. Why is he smi--???!!

NOPE, totally ignoring him. Hmph!! Stupid traitor, she doesn't want to have anything to do with him ever again! Especially not when he's acting like a total weirdo, that's not normal even for him!

(Yes she does want him back and everything to do with him but like Hell she's going to admit it... So when is he going to beg to get back to the best / winning side of her war?)]

Nike Lemercier | Soredemo Sekai wa Utsukushii

[drizzle]

SOOT SPRITES:

[The moment she read the words "self-possessed soot sprites" Nike decided to accept the assignment. After all, they were the first signs of something fable-like, that most people would expect to be works of pure fiction, like her lineage was back in her world. It was a rare opportunity to learn more about them especially after uncovering the adorable creatures at the workshop she was lead to.]

Wow! They're really real!? [The tiny creatures will begin to be covered by a shoujo-esque pink bubbles that will exaggerate their cuteness. Nike couldn’t help watch them with a very kind smile] And cute to boot!

[Remembering that she had someone accompanying her on this task, she will turn to them with a curious gaze, half observing and half inquisitive over their reaction to the smaller creatures. It was a once in a lifetime experience to watch a non-Rain Summoner with the same capabilities as her to notice spirits. Have they encountered these type of sprites before? Do they know anything about them? Are they okay with them? So many questions, but she could give them only one.]

Hey? Do you have an idea on the best way to handle them? I don't....really want to kill them, you know. They don't seem like....the type to do much except be a bit of a nuisance....

SEARCH AND RESCUE:

[After learning about the story behind the request in finding a lost boy, Nike was more than determined to help reunite a family. She simply couldn't ignore. It was too difficult to. With how easily the balance of emotions can shift and even spread, in her newbie opinion, she had no choice but to take action if the Enforcers weren't going to. Her confidence in using her skills on a monster were high until she finds where the monster's lair was: underground. Which pose a problem for her -- her magic won't work very well except as a guide to return to the surface unless they get too deep inside.

For this task, she made it clear to find a partner with actual combat and magical skills that may be useful in their search and rescue mission. Nike only hopes for a good end. She didn't want to kill the monster needlessly. If it could be avoided, then...]

The request is all about reuniting a lost kid to their family. As naive as it may sound, I'd like....to keep it that way. This is more a search and rescue mission, not a monster hunt campaign...

[A dark fog may begin to form over her head. It was clear she was feeling mixed about hurting the monster.]

HOPEFUL BLANKET BLOWING:

[The request to spread hope and joy was something Nike was keen on accomplishing. She was going to help in every step of the way. Feeling that the item will respond more favorably to its creator than just anyone with good enough intentions. It'll be the brightest and most hopeful piece of fabric in existence. Nike was determined to use as much of her emotions as possible.

Holding the rolled up item with pride, Nike will pat at it gently before turning to whoever had volunteered to help her with the task. An almost shining smile, resembling a little like the early dawn light, will begin to brighten the sky and area surrounding them.]

Ready to help me get this thing to fly as high as we can? As much as I like to feel confident about summoning the wind, it could be more fun to do it as a duo than on my own! Maybe we can even make a game out of it?

[If nothing else, she was in the mood to bring good cheer to all those around her which was evident by the bucket filled with confetti by her side.]

ROARING SLAP DAY:

[The mysterious items reminded her of a lighter and smaller version of wooden crates. The material felt weaker, clearly it wasn’t made of wood. All she knew was -- there was something inside. She didn’t know if she should open it. A piece of her was feeling enough encourage to do so. Wasn’t there a saying? Finders keepers? Well, it did just fall from a tree and landed on her head, and no one was on top of the tree so...

“There’s only one way to find out”, was all she will whisper under her breath after taking a seat by the tree’s roots. With an inquiring gaze, she will begin her attempts at opening the small box which was surprisingly very easy to do. It was soft. Tools weren’t needed to open it unless one was lazy and wanted a pair of scissors.

Either way she opened the box only to find...]

Hah? It’s another box... Which looks oddly familiar... [A bad feeling was looming over her back as she is reminded of the ceremonial engagement rings from back home. Except the box was a lot smaller and pure white compared to the white, larger box with golden parts to it. Without realizing it, the duo of miniature clouds that always seem by her side will begin to lose their usual smiles and glow in an ominous glow, almost resembling thunder. Opening the box may have been a mistake when Nike’s curious gaze was now a glare as she stared at the item with almost blatant disgust.]

W-What the hell is this..!?

[Instead of finding an engagement ring inside there was only a pair of ass cheeks greeting her with a farting sound coming from it. The icing on the cake were the words engraved on the top portion of the box.]

I gave you plenty of chances to prove yourself. You are worse than an ill omen. May this gift prove just how despicable you truly are.

[The words will ring in her memory in being the same words someone else had used. A dark and ugly human with hatred she has never encountered before -- it was evil. Whoever had prepared this gift, if she can even call it that, was despicable. No wonder it was on the tree! As Nike’s mind will repeat the memories from her world, the miniature clouds surrounding her will begin to change from white to a more darker, sinister color with thundering sounds. A gust of wind will begin to blow the clouds away from her Whoever was close to the area will find themselves being surrounded by small thunderstorm clouds creating loud rumbling sounds. Blocking the individual from leaving, guiding them to the girl by the tree hugging her knees close while holding the item in her hand.]

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(ooc: Wanna do your own prompt, plot a scenario, or anything else, then please PP me at floralstone or PM me in this journal.)

Soot Sprites because Ghibli.

[soligenous]

Aw, they're so cute!

[Yes, of course Rapunzel thinks the little soot sprites are the most adorable thing ever. Well, except for Pascal, of course. Who is at her shoulder and basically just rolling his eyes at her reaction. Not that he could expect anything else from his princess.

Still, Nike's question has her debating, biting her lip.]

At the very least, we need to move them somewhere else. Somewhere safe. Warm, since I doubt they'd like the cold. Do you think....sweeping them up to gather them might be okay? I don't want to hurt them either.

Cinderella | Cinderella

[glassact]

𝔊𝔗0102

[This was her element—in a way—though she was sad to have had to parted with her animal friends. They did tend to make the day less dreary and sometimes helped to make the work shorter. She kept looking down at the floor for them or up on the shelves, every errant whisper of paper was a friend moving around.

Cinderella puts a blue covered book up in its proper place, fingers slipping down the spine as she lets out a soft sigh. Then she hears footsteps softly approaching to her left and she pulls a smile up on her face as she turns towards them, books in arm.]

Can I help you find something today?

ℌ𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔶 𝔐𝔶𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔶

[Cinderella had received her box and gently turned it this way and that to try and figure out whom the sender could be. It had just appeared next to her as she was eating her lunch just outside one of the shops on a bench. It didn't have any kind of addressee on it or a return location for it, leaving her concerned.

With a soft frown, Cinderella makes sure her leftover food is in a place for the native wildlife to find and enjoy later then stands, shaking out her skirts. A quick look around for the closest person and then she makes her approach, stepping lightly.]

Excuse me, did you happen to see the person that left this parcel?

𝔚𝔦𝔩𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔡

[Don't see something you like here? Cinderella is new, but let's see some snow or some forks?]

GT0102

[onebadapple]

[While her songbirds weren't allowed inside but she was followed by several, much quieter animals, a few chipmunks, squirrels, and a raccoon following close behind.]

Oh yes, we're looking for a cookbook! You see, it was checked out a while ago, it's a cookbook, 101 Ways to Decorate Pie Crust!

Do you know if it's in now?

Kensei Muguruma | Bleach

[blowitaway]

Prompt A

[Kensei is the following things.

A. A competent chef,

B. A leader, a commander, someone who can handle stress, and...

C. Someone who loses his temper fairly easily.

This all leads to the disaster that is his kitchen being on fire and someone having to come and help him put out the fire. Well, can't say he didn't try, right? He grunts and throws a bucket of water on the flames.]

What the hell is this place.

[Not a question. Just a statement. A very angry statement.]

Prompt C

I'm selling cakes. 25 sylvs.

Just come get the damn things, I made too many.

c

[yaoyoroshka]

[Oho, hello, did someone say cake? She's been looking for some to go with her tea! But first things first:]

What kind are available, if I may ask?

zinnia | pokemon oras

[salamenace]

( 1A - Hedge Your Bets )

[ After checking out the task board, Zinnia is naturally drawn to the topiary trimming, largely due to the mention of wyverns. She happens to have one of those. Also using a normal tool like shears is all well and good, but she reasons that maybe her Pokemon will be better at this than her.

Zinnia picks out the plant she wants to work on first, then steps back. ]

Alright. Noivern, use Air Slash! Make it look great!

[ The Pokemon unleashes the attack, a sharp (literally) blast of air. It cuts into the plant, hacking off a few pieces, but doesn't stop there. Unfortunately, she's not the only one who's working on this task – or at least not the only person in the garden area – and someone she didn't notice ends up in the line of fire. Zinnia turns and shouts a warning, though perhaps too late. ]

Whoa, hey… look out! Duck or something!


( 1B - Trimmed Down )

[ After that little mishap, Zinnia figures she ought to stick to more traditional methods. Plus, that means she can use Noivern as a model. Obviously she's not an expert at this, so the process is slow, and the Pokemon is getting just a touch impatient having to pose and stay completely still. The design is actually turning out pretty good, but at one point, Zinnia accidentally drops her shears and Noivern lets out a low growl that sounds rather like a grumble. ]

Hey, no complaining, buster! I'll use some of this money to buy you something really nice to snack on afterwards, so hang in there, OK? Just a liiiiiiitle longer…

[ Aster, her Whismur, is on assistant duty, and retrieves the fallen shears for her. Zinnia grins and gives her a pat. ]

Awww, thanks. That's my adorable little Aster. ♪ Next I'm going to make a huge one that looks just like you. It's going to be the cutest! The talk of the town!


( 2 - Glass Case of Emotion )

[ Typically, Zinnia is darn good at concealing her negative emotions behind her exuberance, and a smile, but one of the mystery boxes gets the better of her. She's abandoned the item inside, tossing it away somewhere, but the sad, drowning feeling isn't going anywhere. She just can't seem to catch her breath.

One of the locals might know a way to help her, to she staggers towards the merchant's square. She reaches a shop and stops, leaning over, bracing herself with one hand against the outer wall. ]

What… what the heck is with this…! Ngh…

[ She's not wholly expecting an answer, but someone nearby could hear her – and may also notice that she's quite worse for wear. ]

OH BABEY

[broceanic]

[archie is using a pair of shears, like some kind of dumbass. his crobat is sleeping and honestly? probably wouldn't help him with this anyway. it would definitely find this sort of thing beneath it. so archie is happily snipping along, making a-- it's not clear? he's sticking his tongue out and frowning in concentration. his mightyena is at his feet, snoozing in the sun right up until zinnia calls out the attack. it jumps out the way with a bark and... archie does not. he yelps as he's pushed forward into the bush by the force of the slash though... mercifully unharmed.

actually, when he pulls himself out and looks around angrily, it looks like it took a little bit of his beard off? it's quite uneven now.]

What the-- yo! You're that dragon trainer! [he is feeling so many emotions right now. evident in how the topiary-in-progress just


starts smoking. that's probably not good.] I ain't fighin' you and that ridiculous Salamence ya got again, woman!! Leave me be!

[because clearly she came here for him and not the... you know. very public task.]

Meowth | Pokemon | not planning on apping. just bringing out an old character for funsies.

[jokerofcrime]

𝐚. 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢 |

[Money is universal, and you know what's also universal? Team Rocket never having any. 'Course, usually Jessie and James are around to take some of the workload, but Meowth approached this offering on his own.... Mostly because the shopkeeper saw a sentient cat and assumed he'd be good at catching tiny things.

And you know what? Maybe he is. WHY WOULD HE TELL SOMEONE HIS TRACK RECORD AT CATCHING ANYTHING IS TERRIBLE. NO ONE NEEDS TO KNOW THAT. Maybe this is a fresh start!!

Of course.... The shopkeeper probably assumed he was going to chase them around with his kitty paws or something. He did not expect a talking cat to come armed with something like a vacuum cobbled together out of things Meowth found in his own workshop. Anyone else eager to take the job will immediately be greeted by barely two feet worth of cat wielding a makeshift vacuum holding up a hand and being... smug as shit.]

Sorry, but th' position's been filled. This place don't got no need of your services since it's got Meowth now.


𝐛. 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 |

[You're walking in the woods.... Or the street. Or whatever. It's in the middle of the day and your amulet is broadcasting a message.]

This sure is a fancy necklace I got here. I wonder if maybe I should sell it. What am I sayin'? This thing's probably important... and it sure is pretty. Hnngh. But I gotta do somethin' for money. A cat can't live on odd jobs alone, 'specially not with my expenses.

[There's a lull in the stream of consciousness- thank god- and then it starts up again with a long mental whine.]

I'm startin' to get hungry...


𝐜. 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐱 |

[You would think with the sheer amount of slapstick shenanigans that occur when anyone hands a member of Team Rocket a gift would make Meowth wary, but the second said gift appears, he lights up like it's a non-denominational holiday. ] Oh boy! A gift for me? I wonder who from...

[He checks for any kind of tag.] Huh. I don't see any names... And it don't got my name on it neither. [He looks around slyly, like maybe someone is looking for the box, but no one seems to be paying me any mind. He laughs wickedly, feeling maybe he just accidentally successfully stole someone's gift.] Hah! Well, it's mine now. [He extends his claws and slices into the box dramatically, cutting it open in order to find... a ball.

Well. It's not the worst gift he's ever gotten. Actually for a poor Pokemon with no money, it's kinda nice. It takes a second for the smell to hit him and his eyes go wide.] For a second there I thought it was gonna be somethin' awful, but this is the best!

[Someone passes too close to his table and feeling his good fortune is about to be lost, he snatches the catnip ball up and hisses.] You snooze, you lose, pal. I saw it first. [Oh oh wow. That is some nice catnip. Please excuse him while he rubs that against his face thank you. Ahhhhhh bliss.]

Lady Shelly Rainsworth | Pandora Hearts

[smallkindnesses]

C

A woman sits at a cafe table in the sun, a cup of tea half-raised to her lips, half forgotten as she watches the people of Verens bustle about their business. Even if a person could not tell her newcomer status by her style of dress--conservative and old-fashioned, compared to what the natives of this place wear--they might be able to tell easily enough by the way she cannot help but stare. The sight of all these ladies with their ankles out--or better still in trousers!--cannot help but claim her attention.
Far from being scandalized (well... maybe a little...) she is utterly delighted by the brazen fashions of Verens! Fascinated by the machines! (And the tea isn't bad, either!)

The air around her is fairly sparkling with her glee, though after a moment, it dims, takes on a more wistful glow. The flower in the vase on her table droops its head in sympathetic melancholy. Unused to the amulets, she does not even realize her sudden wish is broadcast:

If only Sharon were here to see it...! And Break...!

[justpastdawn]

It is an entirely random happenstance, a pure and true coincidence, that of all the cafés Shelly Rainsworth could have meandered into, she has taken herself to The Golden Afternoon, originally founded by one Gilbert Nightray.

Later, Kevin will say he doesn't think he believes in coincidence anymore, given how many random happenstances in this place have led him to exactly the people who have the greatest capacity for utterly changing his life. But for the moment, the Once and Future Xerxes Break enters the cafe by way of a swirling flare of sparkling shadows that race out from beneath the tables and chairs they belong to in favor of whirling up into a tall, velvety mass in the center of the café floor. When they fall away, a man is left standing in their place. He does not hear the Lady Shelly's wistful little wish, being prone to tuning out most non-musical amulet leaks. He doesn't really even take notice of her, seated there by the window. He has far more important business to attend to, and after giving a cheerful apology to the customers he's just scared the piss out of with his dramatic entrance, the man and his sparkly flip-flop sandals go thwack-thwack-thwacking towards the front counter.

"Hey, hey, guess what!" he crows cheerfully, sparkling gleefully as he galumphs. "One of my coworkers has a sister who's got a niece and an apple tree, and the niece was recently proposed to beneath that tree, and now the thing won't stop growing fruit every few hours and it's leaving the backyard totally carpeted, they can't get rid of the things fast enough. Since that's the case, we get apples early this year! So many apples!"

He's addressing the girl at the front counter, who does not look like she is thinking anything going on in front of her is a surprise. Instead, she hurries to relieve him of the apple-filled bags he's wielding over each arm, but the basket of them he has impeccably balanced on his snowy head is his problem alone, apparently. As he squats down to shove it onto the nearest empty table, they chatter happily between themselves about all the things Gabe might get up to with these, and did you eat any yet, Kevin? But of course, Miss Chloe, they're delightfully sweet, and the patrons of the café slowly begin to turn back to whatever they were doing. Anyone who is a regular at The Golden Afternoon is well accustomed to the explosive comings and goings of the white-haired swordsman with one red eye, with the colorful streaks in his hair and the long tunics he wears that look like wizard robes.

WHITE DIAMOND | Steven Universe

[lustrates]

a; emotions

[It's not entirely clear what emotion is being generated by the eight-foot-tall, entirely white woman standing in the courtyard. What's clear is that she's glowing very slightly, has her arms folded, and the flags in a radius of twenty feet around her are beginning to crack and buckle upwards.

It could be anger. It could be sadness. It could be anything at all but do you dare approach her to find out?]

g; wildcard

[White Diamond has lived on Homeworld for longer than anyone can remember. Longer than, perhaps, even she can remember.

White Diamond has never seen snow.

Today, when she walked outside to find the ground coated in something as pure white as her own body, she couldn't explain the rising wave of happiness that bubbled up in her chest and made her clasp her hands in delight before realising she was forgetting herself. She walked through the chilly scenery for a while, before finding a bench to sit down on.

She watches a few people making a snowman, another flopped down on their back creating a pattern in the snow with their arms and legs, and she almost has a smile on her face.]

Ah, but Pink would have loved this...

a

[bigdiamondenergy]

[before everything that happened with steven, it had been a long, long time before yellow diamond had been able to see white diamond face to face. civilizations had risen and fallen before she'd gotten so much as a read receipt on any of the reports she'd sent the authority leader. she's pleased for the change, really, they needed it. white needed it. yet so many years of contention... it's a hard habit to break. yellow was always the one who wanted to bear the brunt of white's fury the rare times she even deigned to speak to the other diamonds to protect blue (and in days past, pink) so when she sees white diamond literally creating a scene, she feels it as her duty to be the one to do something about it.

they're the same height now. she decides she immediately dislikes that, and doesn't doubt white feels the same. she's still uncomfortable with the concept of being on equal footing. this wouldn't be a problem back in their own world, but yellow's found (though not consciously fully aware of it) that such a sudden upheaval and change of everything she expected and planned has made her fall back into bad habits slightly. blue's absence certainly doesn't help.]

White, [she says a little gently, the first time she's ever used such a tone with her fellow diamond.] organics can't fix their living areas as fast as we can... perhaps moving away from the delicate structures would lessen the damage created by emotional turmoil.

[it's the politest get it together and take it outside she can manage.]

Vegeta | Dragon Ball Super

[renegadeprince]

a) Task board – GT0104 – Bouncer duty
[One of the many (many) issues with this world was the fact he no longer had an easy-going life living off his wife’s money. Here he actually had to work. And sadly since taking over planets were not an option, or really a great possibility with having his strength weakened in this place, it did leave Vegeta looking for other options. Luckily bouncer was within his skill set, even if he could no longer destroy a person with just a tap of a finger. Maybe for the best.

With a jacket on it did conceal his above normal muscle mass, combined with the fact he’s on the shorter side height wise, it may cause some to underestimate his ability to throw someone out on their face. It could make for an interesting night.]

b) Task board – ST0108 – Creeperpillar
[Hunting down pests seemed like an easy enough job, plus it would give Vegeta some practice at getting use to the power changes he was going through with this place. So he more or less accepted it without reading too much into it, just getting a location to go and warned to keep a nose out for the target.

All is going good and well until he gets sight on the first one of the monsters. And just how many similarities is shared with a worm. Yes, technically it had legs, but that didn’t change anything in his mind. It looked like a worm! With big teeth!

Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope!]

c) Amulet testing
Not the worse planet I’ve been on. Or… floating island thing. At least it’s not all frozen tundra, or desert. Those are a pain.

Or toxic atmosphere. Those are worse. And a literal pain.

d) Wild card

B - Dad...

[fighting4afuture]

[Well, at least Mom had put the idea forward that it was a good idea for Trunks to go with him. Do some father-son bonding, she said. Not that he particularly thinks a mouthy caterpillar can hurt Vegeta, but...]

Um...

[What does he say to this situation that ideally will not get him punched in the face?]

Enkidu = Fate/

[clayhero]

[C]

[This is going to be a brand new adventure for a monster born of the earth. They do not understand the full range of human emotion, which is understandable, so the Amulet is a bit puzzling to them. But speaking to others is intriguing and they have a bright, fearless smile as they address anyone who might be listening.]

I am Lancer! Well met, populace of Verens. Will you tell me of yourselves? How do you spend your days?

[They are dressed in plain robes - the brightest part of them are their eyes and hair - however there is an air about them. There is more to them than meets the eyes.]

Is my Master present? They are named Ritsuka Fujimaru. It would be strange for me to be present without a contract.

[Though not impossible. Enkidu doesn't really believe in impossibilities.]

[D]

[How strange to live indoors! They do not like being surrounded by four walls constantly, so it is really no wonder that as soon as they explore the rooms, they are back outside. The box doesn't catch their attention immediately, but when it does, they crouch down and tear it open curiously. Inside, they find a set of adorable animal figurines. Someone knows them so well! Beaming, they bring each beast to their cheek, nuzzling them. Soft, almost animal-like sounds are leaving their throat.]

[E]

[Giddy doesn't cover how Enkidu feels. They hurry through Verens, showing anyone they pass by their adorable new friends.]

Where might I find more of these?

[Did they just ask a squirrel that question too? Don't worry about it.]

E

[lightofchaldea]

"What is it?"

Ritsuka takes a moment to have a look at just what the excited Lancer is holding. She can't well answer the question without knowing what Enkidu is looking for, after all!

"Ah, those are really cute!" She kinda wants some for herself now. "I don't know if I've seen anything exactly like that, but I bet if you look around the market you can probably find something?"

She'll of course happily help look, if wanted.