TEST DRIVE: April

[empevents]

— TEST DRIVE: APRIL —

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 March 25th and Applications (Canon | OC) open a week later on April 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. These threads do not count toward AC.

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: The Verens Emergency Response Teams are running drills to make sure that the Verens populace, natives and Otherworlders alike, are prepared for any and all emergencies. This means large scale obstruction of public areas, traffic delays, businesses closing their doors temporarily in the name of professional cooperation... and, best of all, Otherworlder participation!

1. Alpha Lava: If you asked Team Alpha, they would say they drew the short straw. They are in charge of the volcanic eruption preparedness drill! This includes cordoning off sections of the merchant’s square and residential district to conduct the following tasks: evacuation drills, where random houses are the "willing participant" of loudspeaker announcements telling them they have thirty seconds to escape their homes before they die; dunamis training exercises, to determine who would be most able to hold back or freeze incoming pools of lava; and, most helpful, the role of victim mannequin. Posing still as a statue for several minutes at a time to simulate being encrusted by molten lava is a thankless job, but someone has to do it.
   
2. Epsilon Epidemic: Team Epsilon's emergency preparedness drill is outbreak of a deadly disease! For this simulation, they will be rounding up helpful Otherworlder volunteers and distributing signs for them to wear around their necks. Following that, instructions are varied. Perhaps some people end up in quarantine, informed that Team Epsilon will shoot to kill anyone who escaped. Perhaps some people are under strict instruction to act out their sign to the best of their ability, and will be penalised if they don't! (What's the penalty? It's quarantine, or no gift bag, or both.) Perhaps they are simply dead and have to lie in the street all day. Yes, that's very boring. No, they don't have a choice. At the end of the simulation, all participants are given a gift bag filled with handmade cookies (courtesy of Team Epsilon's very own multi-talented Agent N) and gift certificate for a spa day for two. Most importantly: have fun!
   
3. Gamma Grandstanding: Team Gamma ended up with the newest preparation drill. Its official title is "People With Indeterminate Motives" (PWIM for short) to keep from throwing a wrench in the Briarlan trade deal and offending sensibilities, but make no mistake: it is about knowing exactly what to do if pirates invade Verens and conduct a hostile takeover. Some Otherworlders will be placed specifically in local business - restaurants, independently owned shops, even the zoo - and trained how to protect them from PWIM. Some businesses will be targeted; others will be ignored entirely (hope you brought a deck of cards!). Other Otherworlders will be asked to play the pirates - sorry, PWIM - themselves, complete with lame costumes (eyepatches, fancy hats, fake parrots to sit on a shoulder, itchy peglegs) for the sake of immersion. Arr! Aye, avast!

• Prompt E: Despite the rain and everybody coming down with colds during the month, everyone in Verens is still doing their best to get ready for next month's Flower Festival. And Otherworlders are definitely expected to help with prep work. After all, it's everyone's festival, so everyone should help make it the best it can be! So here's a few ways to help!

1. Sign Me Up: The Festival needs signs! Lots of signs. And lots of signs need lots of painters! Or one incredibly overworked painter, but in this case, they've decided to go the teamwork route, pairing up Otherworlders and having them make signs advertising various games at the festival! Sounds easy, right? But with emotion based paints in play, be careful. Too much negativity between partners and the wording will change, the paint could run, go too far in the other directions and the signs will be practically glowing, but possibly lead to claims of false advertising!
   
2. Special Delivery Flower Festivals need lots of flowers, and people to transport those flowers! And thanks to handy tech exchange with Briarlan, this year there's some fancy containment units for transporting them. They're really just crates with some fancy looking meters attached, meant to open up when they reach the festival grounds. Unfortunately, these new inventions probably could've used some additional testing and are prone to opening randomly sending flowers all over the place! Try and collect as many as possible and bring them back to the grounds, the festival organizers would appreciate it.
   
3. Flower Round Up! Or maybe painting signs and boxing flowers aren't your thing, so how about...corralling them? With all the good vibes in the air, it seems some of the flower arrangements have literally pulled up roots and are running around the festival. And you can't have a flower festival without flowers, so do your best to try and get them back where they belong before they run off to start some sort of flower civilization in the woods*.
   
   *They probably will not form a flower civilization in the woods, but you never know.

• Prompt F: With Verens trading with more and more cities out there, some shopkeepers have gotten an idea to try and increase sales by encouraging both citizens and Otherworlders to shop local by promoting a tour of various business in the merchant district! Though the crystal has been a little negative, they're still hoping the tour goes off without a hitch! After all, it's too late to postpone it.

1. On the Clock: The first stop is Click, Clack, Clock, a clock shop that offers delivery to anywhere on the island! Unfortunately, due to the poor weather, all of the delivery staff are out with colds, so they're looking for volunteers! And yes, you're on this walking tour, but don't be surprised if you're handed a bicycle and a clock and sent on your way to deliver a clock. Hopefully they remembered to tell you where to go before shoving you out the door.
   
2. Shine On: Assuming you haven't been conscripted into the clock store's delivery force, the next stop is at Verens' very own Restoration Works, an establishment for restoring old antiques and making them look good as new. They've set up an interactive demo for everybody, so partner up and practice using your emotions to bring some shine back to some dull scraps of metal! Sorry guys, they're not going to let you work on anything really valuable during the tour, but if you show some promise, maybe they’ll hire you on in the future!
   
3. Polg-Oh No: Finally, the tour will end with a nice relaxing meal at the Sweethearts Cafe. Or it was intended to be relaxing, anyway (who would've thought the antique store would be the calmest part of the tour?), but it seems no place is safe from the Polgo plague. Better keep an eye on your plates, otherwise the second you’re distracted, the small kitten-sized blue bugs might scurry up the table and try and run off with your food!
   
   Even if you’re paying attention, they might give it a shot anyways. So be on your guard and ready to give chase if it happens!

• Prompt G: Make your own! It could include blueberries and/or buckets.

For your threads, put the Character Name and the Canon in the subject line to help readily identify them. You're also welcome to use more than one prompt for respondents to choose from. If you have any questions or want to brush up on the game information, refer to the Game Information entry. Otherwise, tag around and have fun!

Comments

Dia Kurosawa | Love Live Sunshine!

[idolpedia]

►C

[For the most part, being a non-believer in things such as magic and telepathy cause you not to try said things. The entire week she has been in this place? Dia Kurosawa hasn't made any attempt to reach out. Telepathy wasn't real, right? Even with striking evidence that it does exist in this place she was stubborn to believe otherwise.

Until today. Today would be the day that she would give it a try.]

Hello? Can anyone hear me? I'm not sure if this works or not, perhaps...I'm just talking to myself in my head. That would be the most logical thing. I'm just dreaming and telepathy doesn't exist.

[Yeah, someone...might want to tell her otherwise before she continues this embarrassing stream of thoughts.]

►E1

[The safest route here seemed to be painting? It would be fun to see parts of this place that she hasn't seen before while doing the most responsible thing— being helpful!

Though to the unlucky soul who decides to pair with her? She's a stickler for perfection. She won't tolerate anyone who tries to paint sloppily. A festival needed to have crisp and clear signs. What would people think if they came to a festival with poorly drawn signs, it would be tasteless.

GOOD LUCK.]

►WILDCARD

[IF YOU WANNA DO SOMETHING DIFFERENT, go for it! Dia is a sweet third year idol who is actually pretty nice once you get past her somewhat strict exterior. My plurk is megaevolve if you need to reach me! ♥]

C

[dereban]

[ As someone who isn't the most fond of telepathy, hearing an unfamiliar voice testing the waters is always refreshing. And more importantly, they sound like someone on the more reasonable side, considering that they said that 'telepathy doesn't exist'.. ]

No, I can hear you loud and clear. I assume you're new to Verens?

lunafreya | ffxv

[raptural]

TELEPATHY.

[ Well, Lunafreya thinks, if she needs to learn how to communicate mentally via amulet, now is as good a time as any. Hands clasped in front of her as if in contemplation, she does her best to focus her thoughts to purposeful dialogue. It isn't too difficult, in the end. She's always had sharp control over herself. ]

Pardon the disturbance. My name is Lunafreya Nox Fleuret. I understand I have been here before.

[ Potentially, a brief hesitation. She mislikes the scatter of her memories. ]

However, I am rather at a disadvantage, as I cannot recall any past experiences I've had or friendships I've made. If anyone I've met prior wishes to speak with me, please do not hesitate. I - I am eager to begin my life here.

Thank you.

[ This is George Jetson... Signing off. ]

ACTION.

[ Honestly, Luna is just doing her Luna thing. Getting used to the city and running errands with supervision (divine or otherwise) for the first time in her life. She's learned that she's super into the farmer's market and will be endeavouring to learn how to cook. The bag she's carrying is full up on tomatoes. (Like, a crazy amount of tomatoes. At least six.) Hopefully the Eos house is into tomato soup.

And there's a sign around her neck. It seems, while shopping, she got "volunteered" into a drill.

Hopefully no one bumps into her!

... You just bumped into her, didn't you? ]

-- Oh, I'm so sorry.

[ Five seconds before the other character in this scene is also forced into the drill. Four, three, two... ]

WILDCARD.

( whatever else! hit me up via PM if you'd like to plot out anything specific. )

telepathy;

[whiskeypowered]

Wait, what? Nobody mentioned brainwashing in my orientation.

[ Hi Luna, welcome to Verens! ]

Jessica Jones | MCU (Defenders, since S2 is too new to app)

[whiskeypowered]

b. [ST0302 - the mother]

[ So, on the one hand, easily the most 'her' thing that Jessica has done since arriving in this steampunk hellhole. On the other hand... family that was still alive, just felt like fucking off somewhere you weren't? Probably her least favorite kind of case.

Which might be why Jessica is currently looking for clues in this bar, at the bottom of a shot glass. ]

c.

Testing. One, two, three. Alpha bravo -- uh. Whatever comes after that.

[ There's a touch of hesitation in the mental 'voice' that's coming through your amulet, because fucking really? Hasn't she had enough mind games to last her a lifetime? But then the hesitation vanishes, because if there's one thing Jessica won't tolerate in herself for any length of time it's fear. ]

Look, can anyone hear me or not? Because if this thing is broken, or the welcome party was just messing with me, that would be just my luck.

e2.

Special delivery.

[ Flat. So very flat. Jessica shrugs to set down the crates she was carrying (four of them, improvisationally strung together with rope and borne on her upper back) somewhat heavily on the ground, because she's tired of carrying them and she's so very done with this job -- hired muscle will never be her favorite thing -- but she probably could've stood to be more careful, because whoops the topmost crate just slipped its makeshift leash and now it's falling and --

-- popping open, scattering flowers all over the street. ]

...Technically this still counts as delivering them. I mean, everything's right here.

[brotrips]

(Noctis isn't sure if he should focus on her or the crates because...he isn't expecting anything, least of all flowers.)

...Who's it from? I don't know anybody who'd send me flowers.

Future Gohan | Dragon Ball

[lamentingly]

• C

[ Telepathy wasn't a foreign concept to Gohan, for the most part. He used to communicate with Piccolo through telepathy, but that was back when he was a kid, before the androids happened. He didn't know how to initiate it, so much as he knew what it felt like when it was being used on him. As such, being the one to initiate it was... weird, for lack of a better word. Like figuratively holding up a megaphone, and waiting to see who heard. ]

Um. Hi.

[ Yes, good, great start. ]

My name's Gohan. I'm new here. I'm not really sure if this is working, but... if it is, can someone confirm it for me? This is my first time actually initiating telepathy.

• D-1

[ Had it been anyone else doing it, they might've found the idea of standing still and being a statue to be boring, thankless, maybe even insulting. Gohan, however, took to the task with an amused smile on his face, something that looked a little out of place as he pretended to be a victim of the lava. To him, this was basically just a game of Red Light Green Light, which made him incapable of taking this too seriously.

As such, he was trying to make an effort to look distraught. 'Trying' being the key word, since he couldn't really contain his slight chuckling. ]

... You know, this is surprisingly good training. [ He murmured to his fellow victim. ] It takes a lot of muscle control to stand perfectly still on one leg.

• G

[ Got any ideas for Future Gohan? Feel free to throw them my way! You can PM me if you'd like to plot out something specific. ]

C

[seeingaredfuture]

Hello.

[A small, quiet voice comes through. It doesn't sound shy, just naturally quiet even with telepathy.]

It's working.

Lie Ren | RWBY

[actiontaken]

B- Task ST0306

[ This is a strange task. Mostly because he is carrying a bucket of onion water and it smells terrible (and this coming from the guy who drinks Algae smoothies). But he supposes he’s done weirder...he can’t think of anything at the moment but it will come to him.

There’s an abandoned house on the outskirts of town that seems promising. The Gnolls don’t stand a chance. ]

We need to be ready with the trap. They want them alive.

...and please don’t spill the onion water.

C

[ He doesn’t really trust this whole telepathic amulet thing. The thought of having other people in his head is unsettling- but he guesses it’s just part of this place he needs to get used to. Better to try it now then to debate over it for any longer. He takes a breath. ]

Hello? Is this working?

F-3

[ The antique shop was interesting and Ren is looking forward to a nice meal after a long day.

He’s in for disappointment though because the tiny blue bugs seem intent on stealing his food. He’s had to chase away no less then ten since the plates were delivered to his table. ]

I think they want this food more than we do.

C

[seeingaredfuture]

[Anna isn't really bothered by the voices in her head, but when she hears another person's voice come through, she finally decides to respond.]

Hello.

Qrow Branwen | RWBY (Potential Volume 5 SPOILERS within!)

[mirrorbroken]

Prompt D-1: Alpha Lava

[ Some people would say that being a volunteer for such a noble cause is the Right Thing to do and be all gung-ho about helping and giving it their all. And there's probably a lot of "willing participants running around doing just that. Giving it their all. Being the most helpful they can be.

And then there's this guy. Who probably smells like a bar. And is currently passed out on a park bench. Quite possibly with no idea where he is or how he got here. Or even, for that matter, that he is not in the same place he passed out.

Look, yesterday was A Day and last night had been A Night and he may have drowned himself in a little too much indulging to both celebrate the fact that no one Important had died and to also forget the fact that he almost Had and a certain family member was 100% to blame.

And while he might not be intentionally posing while passed out on said park bench.... well. At least he's being very effective as an unintentional victim mannequin? ]

Prompt D-2: Epsilon Epidemic

[ Drunk Qrow Branwen doesn't always make the best decisions - mostly - but considering he'd been so rudely roused from his park bench, he's stumbled down the street searching for somewhere else appropriate to finish sleeping off this hangover. He's actually doing fairly well at staying on his feet, not swaying with too much obvious public drunkenness and nothing has broken or crashed in at least five minutes.

And then he spots some poor sod handing out signs to other volunteers and you can literally see the lightbulb go on over his head. He hurries up to the nearest sign distributor (whoever that might be) and points at one particular sign very determinedly. ]

Hey! Give me that one!

[ And then he cracks up, dissolving into a moment of snickers because something about the 'I am Dead' sign has tickled one of his funny bones and sounds like a great idea right now.

And should he succeed in conning said sign away from the person... he can soon be found sprawled on the nearest surface, cuddling his new sign like a teddy bear and promptly going straight back to sleep. ]

Prompt E-3: Flower Round Up!

[ Some time later, once the Huntsman has had some time to sleep off his epic hangover (or most of it, anyway) he can be found wandering down the unfamiliar streets of this city, looking very confused because where is he? How did he get here? And where is here, exactly?

And then he stops short when he turns a corner and sees flowers running everywhere, with unfamiliar people chasing them and trying to catch them and corral them back to.... somewhere.

Qrow stops. And stares. And then stares for a while longer.

Eventually, he pulls out the flask that he keeps tucked within his vest and uncaps it to stare accusingly into the dark recesses of its currently-empty interior. ]

What the hell was I drinking last night?

Prompt: Wildcard

[ Hit me up with another option! ]

E-3

[brokenlight]

Oh, you're finally with us.

[What's up, Qrow?

Ventus is holding a few struggling flowers in his arms while there's one on his head as if snoozing away.]

Mind helping out?

Vanitas | Kingdom Hearts

[brokendarkness]

[ B - ST0303 Task - Carved Swan]

[Vanitas really isn’t much of a team player. But in a world where a little cash is needed to get by he does have to stoop down to this level sometimes no matter how irritating it is. The task board does offer up anything interesting but the quick cash is really all he needs. So, here he is playing fetch with sometime to kill. He doesn’t like it one bit but he’s tolerating it for now. Standing by the edge of the pit of quicksand, he can’t see the curved swan at all.

Someone is going to have to go swimming it. And that’s where you come in. Stepping closer he gives his ‘partner’ a firm push towards the bit]

Try not to swallow too much sand before you find the swan. I’ll pull you out after.

[Maybe. Teamwork. Don’t worry, this masked face is super trust worthy.]


[ C - Amulet ]

[He gets the gist of it thought it’s still foreign to him. Telepathy....Basically, these amulets are communication devices that can go horrible wrong if he didn’t pay attention to his thoughts. His eyes narrow as he taps the crystal as if to test its durability. Time to get down to business.]

'....Who here is friends with a boy named Ventus? I’m still getting use to this place so it would be ideal to get to know some of the people he’s gotten attached too.'

[Not suspicious at all. Just an innocent request. But to those that are paying more attention there sly amusement under tone that Vanitas really can’t help. Not intentional at all but it’s fine. Ventus didn’t seem to make friends with the brightest of people anyway. If even one of them answered that was enough.]


[ D2. Epsilon Epidemic ]

[His exasperation with this place is just steadily growing and growing. With 'I'm dead' sign dangling from around his neck, Vanitas as taken to casually leaning against a building with his arms crossed over his chest and head tilted down. His posture is relaxed and looks lazy like he has all the time in the world. Really, its hard to tell if he decided to doze off for a quick nap or not. His usual mask hides any indication that his as eyes are open or closed.]


[Wild Card] :

[Got another idea, hit me up here!! Vanitas stalks around just about anywhere so very open.]

C

[brokenlight]

[.....

Something inside of him just drops. There is fear and hesitation, but anger and something else.]

....Vanitas.

aqua | kingdom hearts

[lightblooming]

C: Amulets

[ Magic isn't anything usual to Aqua, however... Speaking to others telepathically? That much is. She's never given it a try, but if this is how they communicate here, then... She'll try her best to learn how to do it. Still, how does one filter their thoughts from the ones they want to think about, and the ones they want to keep to themselves?

Well, might as well give it a try. If anyone answers her, it's possible that they can tell her how to properly sort out her thoughts. ]

... Hello? Can anyone hear me?

[ She'll be grateful for any help, really. If... anyone answers her, they might be able to let her know if they've seen her friends. It's possible that they're here too, after all. She's hopeful - very much so. ]

E - 1

[ Aqua's volunteered to help out with advertising, but she... doesn't quite know how emotions come into play in this world just yet. If your character also volunteered to help, they may just be partnered up with Aqua. She'll offer the bucket of paint to whoever does end up working with her. ]

I have another one, but why don't we start with this and then move onto another one? Different colored signs might catch other's attention a little more. What do you think?

E -2

[ On another hand, they also asked Aqua if she'd help deliver flowers. Well, why not? They do seem like they need the help. And really, a festival is a lot of work.

So, she just places the flowers into the container...? This must be more of the worlds magic if it can send them directly to where the festival'll be held.

Though, she doesn't quite realize that they're sending the flowers falling on other characters until it's too late. When she realizes, her eyes go wide before she offers an apologetic look immediately. It's easy enough to realize what's going on when the flowers sent flying look... exactly like the ones she sent into the container. ]

Oh-- I'm sorry. They did say that this was new, but... I'll steer clear of using it.

Wildcard

[ Throw any prompt at me that you'd like!! ]

wildcard?

[brokenlight]

[Ven didn't have time before when he heard Aqua's voice, but he wouldn't forget that voice anywhere.

It makes his heart ache, lungs squeezing in his chest as he rushes to find her. Somewhere. Anywhere.

He has to see her again.]

Aqua!

sho minamimoto | the world ends with you

[sextillion]

c - telepathy.
[ This is a text broadcast but it is also read in Minamimoto's voice: ]

Game ??:
Attention all yoctograms: y = ∞
Wherein y = you had better tell me what the factor is going on with the unstoppable rain. t = 299,792,458 m/s. Incompletes will be turned into garbage.

d - gamma grandstanding.
[ Minamimoto's been assigned in Team Gamma and is now a pirate. Granted, his usual style of wear (belts, zippers, a hat, torn pants) makes not a good pirate costume. Still, his team leader has adorned him with a rainbow feather boa that won't seem to come off unless he gets his job done! He even has a toy parrot perched on his shoulder... and he speaks for sometimes, making his voice a pitch higher just for the heck of it.

Needless to say, he's in character.

So here he is. ]

Attention all yoctograms! [ He begins, not even sounding like he's about to ravage the store that one is in. Whether it's a restaurant or a small bookshop, so long as there are people in there, he's going to introduce himself!

He points his toy sword at anybody, although if anybody decides to actually fight him, he's more than prepared for it. ] I've come to take your treasures. Yaarrr!

[ That's how it goes, right? ]


e - flower round up???
[ Did someone say corral flowers? Sure, that's not such such a difficult thing to do! Except once Minamimoto's Taboo Noise has finished herding the flowers and bringing them to him... they're. . . well.

Dead.

And when Minamimoto puts them up on display along with the rest of the flower arrangements, he doesn't even look ashamed. The flowers may have died due to his emotions (as well as the Taboo noise, but it's still an achievement.) ]

Heh. This is what I call freaking beauty!


wildcard.
[ hit me up with a prompt of your own! ]

c;

[melioristically]

[ ...No one has ever been so fond of math puns. Half a second wasted wondering what Nina would think, and then: ]

Physically impossible for [ 99.987%, but as if he's going to audibly do math for you ] most of the people here, but if any of us knew how to stop the rain I assure you we would have done so.

Haru Okumura | Persona 5

[aidol]

C

[The idea of just... being able to communicate with a ton of people at once is weird for Haru, but here she is, doing her best. She's gotta give it a shot.]

I hope someone can hear me! I've never thought of doing anything like this before, and I wasn't aware that telepathy could exist. If there is anyone out there, it's a pleasure to meet you!

D3

[Well, Haru will certainly do her best to act as best as she can. She's decked out in a pirate outfit, complete with a fake parrot and an eyepatch over her eye. She'd been asked to act out in the zoo, so that's exactly what she's doing. Haru's even totally getting into it! She shakes a fist at someone passing by.]

Arrrrrr, mateys! Don't get in my way!! I have come to steal—[Though there is a smidgen of hesitation here.]—the animals that are here!

E1

[When help is needed with making signs for the upcoming flower festival, there's no way that Haru can actually say no. She's eager to jump in, and working with others would just help her meet more people anyway! So she's content to show up. She can be found gathering up canvas and paint, should anyone want to join her in her endeavor.]

WILDCARD

[Something you wanna do? Let's work it out and/or just roll with it, I'm easy! My plurk is kyuupin.]

C

[lamentingly]

W-Well, I imagine first you'd have to actually meet someone before you can tell if they're a pleasure to meet...

[ You know what, he can absolutely appreciate this level of enthusiasm. But at the same time, that last bit brings Vegeta to mind. ]

Anyway, my name's Gohan. It's a pleasure to meet you too, ma'am.

assassin (charles-henri sanson) | fate/grand order

[painalty]

[If you are about 100% canon blind to Fate/ and have zero idea who this guy is in history, please read my permissions post!

ALSO he will be going around as "Assassin", gotta have social link level 10 to unlock his true name. Or, just be from Chaldea I GUESS.]

PROMPT A: A for A PARTY POOPER (telepathy)

[Good morning, Empatheias! Today's weather is sunny with a chance of stuffy edgelords speaking over the network! The voice that interrupts your day-to-day sequence is soft, rather formal, and, for all you homies from Earth or some version of it, punctuated with a French accent.]

There's a task on the task board asking to steal Matriarch Giselle's wyvern eggs. Shouldn't this be struck down as illegal?

[Sanson asks the hard questions.]

PROMPT B: GOTTA LAVA THE DRILL

[WHOOSH.

Is that a blast of cold air on your back or side right now? Or do you hear the telltale cracking of something freezing over? Well, it just came from a mass of ice that just covered half a residential district street with several huge frosty spikes jutting out.

The source? A guy with white hair and cold blue eyes who looks like he might be related to one (1) Weiss Schnee, staring in askance at what he just did with Dunamis. Sanson had been asked to demonstrate what he could do to an incoming lava flow, and...well...

That was a thing and he just rubs the back of his head sheepishly.]

I'm sorry, was that a bit much?

WILDCARD

[I HAVE TO GO TO WORK I'M GOMEN

Please let me know if you want to do something else! Contact me on auste or PM this journal if you want to drag a poor sad edgelord Servant into some shenanigans!]

A

[irishfriskey]

Sanson, I think most of the tasks aren't exactly legal.

[Here's a friend. Enjoy his comforting voice.]

Maybe you should find a new task?

Aurora Rora | FFXIV OC

[knightofthesultana]

A

[The life in this city has a similar buzz to her home in Ul'dah, even if she didn't feel the aether here. There was something else Aurora couldn't put her finger on about this place. It was strange coming to a new world, but she was making the best of it. Maybe this could be a nice vacation for her. The best way to vacation is...hm... when was her last vacation?

The lalafell turns, finding a nearby patch of flowers. Her face lights up at the sight as she bounds over. Stop and smell the roses, right? She does, and they smell amazing. As much as she loved her desert city, it was very hard to grow flowers there. But these flowers are so lovely, so lively, so-

Her eyes grow wide in surprise though as the flowers around her start to bloom more. It's the most amazing thing she's ever seen! Of course she has no idea she's causing it.]

Ah WOW-!

[She jumps in surprise as the flowers suddenly burst in a small pop! like a firecracker. Aurora stands there dumbfounded, scratching her forehead.]

Oopies... di-did I do that?

B

[Later, even after learning about the power of emotions in this world, the lalafell is still confused about everything. It's actually making her a little homesick; at least everything there makes sense. Plus, the sultansworn needed her! Her vacation needed to end already. Aurora got a tip that she could use her new crystal to communicate. So she might as well try...]

Pardon me but I'm new here! I was curious if maybe there was anyone else from Eorzea here too. Also, I need to get back home right away. Can someone show me the way please?

D-3

[Being a guard is Aurora's life, so she happily volunteers for this job. She's good as her job... she loves her work... but why did she have to be placed here? The bakery she's guarding is making the most amazing smelling treats, and it makes it very hard to focus. But she needs to focus. She needs to focus. She needs-

The lalafell's stomach suddenly growls loudly, and her face turns red. She tries to get serious again, but it just won't stop. Aurora is regretting not eating ahead of time.

But now it's too late for that. She needs to be ready.]

D-3

[inklongdry]

[ Arthur has learned by now how to keep his distance when the locals get it in their heads to run these ludicrous exercises. He’s not here to guard or to play pirate – sorry, “PWIM” – but rather he’s here for a cup of tea and a scone.

So, color him surprised when he wanders in and finds a Sultansworn dutifully trying to guard the place. Arthur is Ul’dahn, born and bred, and there’s no mistaking that armor. There’s no mistaking the growl of the young lady’s stomach, either. He places his order for his goods – and for one extra scone, offering it to her as he passes. ]

It wouldn’t do for an empty stomach to get the best of you on the job, now would it?

Videl | Dragon Ball Z

[notwithoutafight]

(OOC; tag me in whatever format you prefer, regardless of my starters. I will match!)

• C.

[ Videl frowns as she turns a flat, disc-shaped pendant over in her palm. To say she was dubious of all the things the little item could purportedly do would be an understatement; collect emotions, power 'magitech' (whatever that was), and make everyone telepathic? ]

Not likely. [ She scoffed to herself. ]

[ But as she turned the pendant over again, second thoughts wedged their way into Videl's mind. If telepathy wasn't real, then how did that wrinkle-headed alien Babidi talk to everyone on Earth all at the same time? She remembered the image of a fat pink monster projected into her mind without her intention. ]

I don't want a bunch of strangers reading my mind whenever they want. [ The complaint was meant for herself, but her vehemence is strong enough to project the thought without Videl's intent. ]

• D-2.

When someone from Team Epsilon approached Videl and asked her to help out with a public safety drill, of course she was more than willing to go along with it. He fished a random sign out of the pile he was carrying and looped it around her neck, instructing her to act it out as accurately as possible. Videl didn't even get a chance to ask her what kind of safety drill they were doing before he thanked her for her help and rushed away toward other potential volunteers.

Oh well. Videl shrugged and reached for her sign. Acting wasn't really what she had in mind, but how hard could it be?

Until she read her sign.

I HAVE CONTRACTED SYMPTOM: DYSENTERY

"Hey, wait a second!" she let the sign fall from her hands and jerked her head back up to look for the man who had given it to her. Unfortunately, he was nowhere to be seen.

"There's no way I'm acting this out!" Videl shouted.

• E-2.

[ Videl is still several blocks away from the Flower Festival when the crate she has been tasked to transport starts vibrating in her hands. ]

[ Concerned, she sets it down on the sidewalk and kneels down in front of it. ]

What's the matter with you? [ She asks the crate as the vibrating intensifies. Videl places her hands on both sides to try to hold it still and get a look at the meter. The meter dictates when the crate opens, was the explanation she received. Well, what does it mean when the dial is out of control spinning in circles? ]

[ The vibrating worsens as someone approaches, wobbling violently in Videl's hands like there was a live creature inside it rather than a bunch of flowers. ]

Watch out, I think this thing's about to blow! [ She warns the approaching figure, but before they have a chance to react, the crate does exactly as threatened. The top explodes open, sending a blast of flowers right into the newcomer's face. ]

• G.

[ Wildcard! ]

E-2

[gainsaiyan]

[Hearing Videl cry out about something being about to blow was all the indication Gohan needed to leap into action.]

Hang on, Videl, I'm coming!

[He just had to grab this mysterious exploding box and fly it off into the sky before it had a chance to blow up. He could handle whatever kind of explosive it was no problem!

But the moment he places his hands on the crate, it explodes, sending its eruption of flowers right into his face, leaving a bewildered Gohan, confused as to what just happened.]

--Huh?!

elsa / frozen

[icytouch]

amulets;

[ well, it's not as if elsa isn't particularly familiar with and accustomed to magic. it was quite rare back home, of course, but it existed - as she is living proof of, clearly enough. still, telepathy? that's new. and.. a little bit unnerving, if she's honest. elsa has always and ever been a very private person, holding her cards close to her chest, and while she has opened herself up quite a but as of late, she is still very much a work in progress.

so the idea of.. broadcasting her thoughts to strangers? and having their own invade her own mind? it's not the most comfortable idea. but, you know, if it's the only efficient means of communication, well.. when in rome. or verens, apparently. so let's give it a whirl.. ]

Hello? Am I doing this correctly? I feel silly..

[ she's just talking to herself, isn't she?? this is weird as heck. ]

epsilon epidemic;

[ well.

if you asked her this morning, elsa definitely would not have said she would spend her day laying on the ground.

but here she is. pretending to be dead, in the street, all alone. it seems so easy in theory - and it is easy - but boy is it mindlessly boring. very, very boring. she tries so hard to keep still, and she manages it for several hours, trying to lose herself in entertaining thoughts, but soon enough, by the time early evening rolls around she is tracing her fingertips over the street, drawing little frost patterns upon which hop and dance little tiny, inch high snowmen. ]

flower round up;

[ well, this is certainly more entertaining than lying dead in the streets, but it's no less strange, to chase flowers running on their own roots. how do they do that?? she can't find it too strange though, considering, you know, dancing snowmen.

nevertheless, holding her skirts, elsa chases quickly after a skittering daisy. ]

No, please stop -

[ this daisy is so agile?? it twists away from her grasp several times, and she's getting pretty steamed at this point. when the daisy turns away from her fingers yet again, elsa huffs in frustration. ]

Oh, no you don't!

[ eat snowball, plant!!

.. oh, err, here's hoping she didn't smush it too terribly. carefully, she kneels down to begin dusting off the now very chilly, dazed little flower. ]

D-2

[lamentingly]

You're bored too, huh?

[ Gohan didn't mind playing dead, even if it was a little too close to home. What he did mind was how long he'd spent playing dead, a frustrated expression on his face somewhere around the sixth hour. At first, he'd taken it as a chance to meditate, to try and put his stillness to some use. But that really only lasted about three hours, which begged the question of how Piccolo could go on to meditate for days.

At this point, he was just resting on the ground, arm tucked behind his head. It wasn't like anyone was paying too much attention to how dead he was supposed to look, anyway. ]

Thor Odinson | MCU (Ragnarok)

[heysparkles]

b. [GT0308]

[ Dunamis don't work out here, you say? Thor hasn't really noticed. He's just... scooping up sheep, two at a time (one over each shoulder), and making his way rather sedately back towards the Nellie Family Farm.

Every now and then, he'll shift the weight of a sheep slightly and give it an affectionate-seeming pat on the flank. Good sheep. ]

d1.

[ Victim mannequin. Is it just you, or does Thor look a little disappointed, standing there with his arms folded across his chest and waiting for the drill to end? If you're near enough, you might overhear him mutter, ]

Wasn't this meant to involve lava at some point?

g.

[ Thor has been to many, many different worlds, and he's honestly used to instantaneous and sudden transportation -- but you know what he's not used to?

Rain that doesn't respond to him.

So, you may find him in the middle of a Verens street, his head titled back and an expression of utter bewilderment on his face, as the rain pours down -- and down -- and down. ]

g - just for you~

[1stdragonrider]

[This is his life, yep. A series of unfortunate events (that sometimes works out in the end) but Hiccup hadn't been expecting this absolutely downpour. Being as stick-thin as he is, this is one viking who is absolutely soaked through within seconds of being outside.

It looks as if he's not the only one as he attempts to hustle through the street to find shelter elsewhere. Hiccup stops and looks up at the burly man - something he's far too used to doing already considering the type of people in his village.]

Crazy, isn't it? It never rains this much in Berk. Makes you wonder what the gods are doing for it to be raining this hard.

Silke | OC

[accelon]

( Prompt B - ST0306 - Razorant )

[ The hunt for the Razorant sounds like a perfect job for an android like Silke. The monster's razor sharp skin with poisoned tips shouldn't bother someone made of synthetic material, nor is their choice of haunt with smells so nauseating, it could make a person feel sick. In the middle of the darkness of the sewage network, a glowing humming light can be witnessed walking on a careful pace. With a wickedly curved energy blade emitting on her right forearm, and disk-shaped muzzle at the palm of her left arm ready, Silke tries to sense the presences around her with her advanced sensors. Spotting someone at the corner, Silke calls out to them to know if they're an ally: ]

Yoohoo. Don't attack. You got a friendly over here. But if you must, just hit anywhere but the face, please?

( Prompt E-2 )

[ Silke volunteers her time to help out around Verens once again. With all this work gearing up for a festival, Silke couldn't help but feel excited for it too. She's grown to love festivals; they're such a great way to peek into the human mind and a great way to meet people and kill some time, distracting her from her more depressing thoughts. Tapping on the fancy sensor on the side of the container crate, Silke hums curiously and gives an approving nod at this new technology ]

They didn't have these the last time I was here. Looks like there's hope for technological advancement after all!

( Prompt G )

[ Silke loves to treat and pamper people, especially her friends. As someone who doesn't need to eat or sleep, Silke had all the time in the world to bake some blueberry muffins from the freshest berries in the market where she helps. Having made over a hundred muffins, Silke invites people out to enjoy them in the comfort of her own apartment. Sitting alone in her empty and depressing abode, Silke takes a deep breath in and tried not to let her sadness affect her surroundings and turn the shadows into a shade of blue. Using her amulet, she sends out a telepathic invitation to everyone who might be listening: ]

Hello, everyone! I'm Silke for those people I have yet to meet... So. I miiight have gotten a little carried away and made a little too much blueberry muffins to feed an entire company. I got a whole load of them earlier and I didn't want to waste them. So if any of you want any, you can over to my apartment and have them, or I could get them delivered to your place if you don't feel like going out so get 'em while they're hot!

( Wildcard )

[ Bring it! I can be reached at Oksy for plotting purposes, or you can just plot with me via PM if you have any ideas. ]

B

[omnicrafter]

[Irhya hated the Aurum Vale, and she hates sewers, too. Naturally-occurring poisons are one thing, but secreted bodily fluids are a big no for her. Regardless... a mission is a mission. So she totes her greatsword on her back, a weapon that's even bigger than she is -- and points it at the approaching presence.

That is, until the approaching presence speaks so casually. She doesn't sheathe her blade, though, walking forward slowly, maintaining her offensive stance until...

She nudges the flat side of the blade against Silke's arm with a completely straight face.

Then sheathes it, and smirks.]

Well, since you so graciously allowed it, I think a bit lower is fine, don't you?

Lie Ren | RWBY

[nevernoaction]

D2

[How do these things happen to him? Trying to understand the rules of a new kingdom slash town are hard enough. Then he's abruptly volunteered for wearing a sign.

"I Have Contracted Symptom: Zombie-ism"

Not only that, he has to act or he'll get penalized. What is a zombie supposed to act like? Is it anything like a Grimm at all? Hmmm.]

Can...I ask you something?

[He might be the politest zombie you've ever met.]


E3

[Flowers. Moving flower arrangements. Ren considers this for a moment before using his natural agility to help corral some of the more rowdy groups of flora.

Dealing with flowers is something not as bad as wearing a sign. Enough that little lotus flowers fill in his footsteps as he gets the knack of this task. He calls over to you.]

I'm going to send them your way, all right?


Prompt G

[Look at all of the blueberries for sale. Enough that they're selling them by the bucket. Ren could probably make something good with these at home, provided he can get them there.

There seem to be a lot of people trying to take advantage of this offer. So Ren carries the basket over his head, trying to edge away from the growing crowd.

Are you someone that helps him, steals the basket or just wants to see if he's successful?]


(OOC: Or you can wildcard a prompt, totally up to you!)

D2

[bloodandsteel]

Huh?

[ Ed squinted up at this stranger, mouth still occupied with the donut he'd been in the middle of eating -- it muffled his speech. ]

Yeah, what is it?

Haggar | Voltron: Legendary Defender

[shroudedsecrets]

[ A; perfect circles ]

[ She'd done some research, sneaking into the libraries at night, but ultimately, one of the most frustrating things about this world was realizing that the very way you interacted with life itself and the world around you had been altered. As such, adaptations... needed to be made, very quickly.

Unfortunately, she hadn't yet found the best spot for potential meditation. The cloaked woman stops in a few different locations, ones that seem likely to be empty and undisturbed, and focuses... it's anger, mostly, that seeps into the ground, carving a circle into it. There's something else, too, that pulls the color out of the grass in the center, leaving the ground appearing near barren. Mimicking an effect, but not quite what she was going for, either. That was a growl from agitation. ]

... Tell me your secrets, Empatheias.

[ It's possibly an odd sight; this hooded figure standing, slightly hunched, in this near perfect circle of... barrenness, seemingly speaking to the ground. Sorry, plants. She's not feeling particularly sorry. But she's not too focused on her surroundings, either. ]



[ B - "tasks" ish; what are you doing in her house, actually. ]

[ On the taskboard, there had been strange monsters being listed for extermination. For the most part they were fairly simple to defeat for hardy adventurers, though the task writers simply couldn't figure out the source of the creatures.

There might just be a new lead, however, one that leads to an old, long run down, long abandoned farmhouse far on the outskirts of the city that's been seeming surprisingly... active, as of late. Some have been whispering that it was probably haunted, and so, it had been relatively low on the list for investigations. And so if you're here you're probably... following up on it. It's a chance to gather some intel about it, if there were no monsters on the scene.

Anyone getting too close, however, might just get the feeling of being watched... very closely. A figure on the roof? Or from just beside you when you had been alone... ]


[ G; wildcard ]

[ got another idea, or just want to have fun? pm or yolo! And be mindful of spoilers. ]

A driveby not-here "A" from hiatusland

[dadofmarmora]

[Meanwhile, way, waaaaaaay far off through the trees, there stands a Galra. Specifically, a Galra stands upon his own front porch. In one hand, he is holding the best steampunk binoculars this world has to offer. In the other, he is holding a cup of coffee.

Whyyyyyyyyy is Zarkon's witch on his lawn.

Despite the flickering purple light that indicates his own nerves having just been wildly set off, Kolivan heaves a sigh as though this is merely a minor annoyance and continues to watch. His appreciation for coffee is so great now that not even his feelings about this latest development can ruin it. He will go and untactfully send the Paladins into another hideous neurotic tizzy after he has finished his cup and not a second sooner. In the meantime, better keep watching. It's good to have intel for these things.

Siiiip.]

robin hood | fate/

[robindarich]

E. 1

[As someone who generally likes festivals and is drawn to celebrations, Robin naturally helps with the prep work. Lazy ass he may be, making a sign is somewhat enjoyable for him.

That's important. He's in a decent enough mood, so his paints have been... cooperating. For the most part. He's almost done with a flower he's been painting. Everything is going great. It looks like an actual flower. Who knew he was an actual halfway decent artist?? He has spent enough time around nature he better be good at drawing flowers.

He chances a glance next to him, to see what someone else has been working on.

Whether it's good or bad, he comments,]

Aaah, hah, not bad. Even Da Vinci might be jealous.

F. 1

[Everyone earns money in their own way. As a delivery boy or as a clock-maker. Robin has been stuck with the prior. At least his bike is green, whether by his own green-affinity touch or just fate(/).

He's riding his bike through town, splashing through puddles. His mantle waving around behind him and a bundle clocks in the basket at the front, ready to be delivered. His route is simple and he planned it in his head before kicking off.

He just didn't plan for the crosswalk, or the people walking across right just as he's pedaling through the rain to get his deliveries done ASAP. The quicker he's finished, the quicker he's paid. The faster he can wander to that pub he frequents.

Tires + rain never equals anything good. He skids around as he attempts to avoid a collision. Ringing his little bell at the handle bars, furiously.

RING RING RING RINGRINGRINGRIGNRIGNR]

G

[No blueberries. No buckets. Yet.

He's used to sleeping in trees, out in nature. He's used to being on his own. Having a roommate is what he's decidedly NOT used to. He's a terrible roommate, by the way, if you've chosen this prompt. I'm sorry.

While he cooks and he's pretty cleanly on his own, when it comes to paying rent? Yeah, good luck. And when he's told to do something, he fights it.

There's a schedule for chores and Robin always. ALWAYS!!!!!! Misses it. Either because he's missing or he shirks his duties. It might be time to confront him about it.

It's one of those rare times when he's actually around to be yelled at as he hangs out, smoking a cigarette and studying his amulet.]

ANYTHING ELSE

[If you have something else you've been dreaming of playing, hit me up. I'll oblige. Otherwise, you can contact me on plurk (starchii)]

F-1

[irishfriskey]

[Honestly. He's just here crossing he street, he didn't expect to be bothered like this. With the ringing of the bell. Rubbing his head and sighing.]

Archer.

[He grumbles and moves to pick up the things he's dropped because of that repeated ringing.]

Please stop.

Ruffnut Thorston | How to Train Your Dragon

[fullloki]

D3

a. [ Ruffnut is. About this life. She only half paid attention to what she's supposed to be doing here, something about making sure people are prepared for pirates blah blah. She doesn't care. What she does care about is having permission to run around stealing shit and being a general nuisance.

So sup, Empatheias? Have an obnoxious viking teen running through town cackling, sporting every possible pirate attire she could feasably fit on her body (and she changes it up, pretty frequently. Some people might see her with two eyepatches or two peg legs as she just runs straight into the side of buildings or falls over.)

And you better believe she just has armfuls of random junk she's snagged. ]

Watch out! The Fearsome Thorston D--uh. Single comin' through!

b. [ Later on she gets bored and can be found lounging amongst her treasure. She should probably give it back, buuuut...that would require effort. And her caring one way or the other.

She doesn't even need any of this, and as she sorts through it she'll occasionally toss it off to the side (or maybe even straight at someone) ]

Nope. Nah. Lame. Augh, come on did I miss all the good stuff?

E3

[ Usually Ruff will complain when given a job of any kind. Because ew, who wants to work when you can do literally anything else.

Corraling flowers, though? Is kind of the best. She can run around screaming various battle crys all she wants and no one can tell her not to! Take that, suckers, it's her job. ]

Hey, flowers, get back here! Yeah, I'm talkin' to you you outdated flora. It's time to be arranged or whatever.

[ She may or may not be tossing rocks and sticks to try and get these things where they need to be. Watch out? ]

Wildcard

D3a

[1stdragonrider]

[While Hiccup may have the "peg-leg" for the pirate role, he's pretty much completely hopeless when it comes doing almost anything with grace. Especially on his own two legs. But Hiccup's been given an assignment to play a pirate and since pillaging is what vikings do, he's giving it his all.

Which actually means he's laying in wait for Ruffnut to pass by before casually swiping things from her already pilfered pile.]

You've got to do better than that! [They might as well make this into a genuine competition.]

Ardyn Izunia | Final Fantasy XV

[daemonized]

telepathy;

[It’s been a few days, and Ardyn had not indulged himself in this particular form of communication just yet. But the bulwark of silence must be breached at some point, and he was hardly ever known for being a timid man. And so, his mental ‘voice’ reverberates with the same intonation it might when he actually speaks; flippant, possessing something of a lilt. Supercilious and — to those who might happen to know him — utterly frustrating.]

Well, isn’t this a convenient way to communicate. No mess, no fuss, just thoughts flitting across from one mind to another. But I imagine one must be careful not to spill too much, hm?

[It’s hard to tell if that’s laughter, or just the blossoming of amusement sparking in his mind. Like this, they’re practically one and the same.]

If you can hear this, be so kind as to let me know. I’m not much for broadcasting to strangers, but in experimentation, one must cast their net wide to see what’s dragged back in.

sign painting;

[Ardyn is a lot of things, not all of them good, but some of them flattering. Useful, even, possessing skills that he’s picked up over his long existence. But painting was probably never one of them — though he does his due diligence (mostly) in making these signs for the Flower Festival. Partnered up with someone else, some poor soul that has to deal with his remarks from time to time. Not all of them always helpful.]

Now then, I know these are supposed to be decorative, but that looks less like a flower and more like you’ve just let your brush slip. Surely you can do better than that?

[His grin is wide, a little patronizing, too. He has a bit of wayward paint on his cheek, but what does that matter, really?]

telepathy; c: I thought it best to save the physical option should you app

[brotrips]

(The voice in his head isn't new. Sometimes, it whispers to him, taunting and jarring when he first wakes or right as sleep steals him away. Ardyn is a demon that has wormed its way into his head, the personification of the pain Noctis has suffered in his life.

It's never been so real and never so unrelated to that pain. As much as he'd like to deny it, Noctis has to admit that may really be his mortal enemy speaking telepathically.)

You're here...(It's a low, dangerous growl.) Where are you? (They can end it now.)

Urbosa | Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild

[myohmdestiny]

C

Well, if this isn't familiar. At least this time, more than one person will be able to hear my words.

[And, well, the minor advantage of no longer being a spirit. Regardless, best to get to know some of the other residents and get a sense of this world, for tactical advantage if nothing else.]

It's an odd feeling, to broadcast my thoughts to complete strangers. My name is Lady Urbosa, of the Gerudo Tribe. I come in peace and to seek knowledge of my new home.

D-1

This is not a request! Take only what is necessary and proceed in an orderly fashion to your designated evacuations sites and wait patiently for the all clear!

[Urbosa's voice booms through the street as she marches past the houses designated on her map. All citizens should be aware of the evacuation plan, and anyone lingering is met with a cold glare. If that doesn't get the point across, she's more than willing to shout at them directly. If she must, she'll grab them by the collar and make them take the drill seriously. She spared no tolerance for slackers in Gerudo Town, and she'll do the same here to assure no lives are lost if the worst ever should happen.]

F-1
[At the very least, they could've given her a bigger bicycle.]

[The proud Gerudo warrior is doing her best to handle a vehicle clearly designed for someone the size of a young Hylian, and while she'd seen similar contraptions in the past, she'd never taken the time to gain mastery over them. It's no small feat to maintain her balance, keep the clock safe and avoid any sort of obstacles in her way.]

[But no! She wouldn't be deterred! The shop keepers had been kind enough to open their doors for a tour, the least she could do was make the delivery to help them out. A small step, but still doing her part to foster friendly relations between the city's residents. That she had never really ridden a bike, or still only had a vague idea of the city's layout didn't matter. After all, doing odd jobs for complete strangers was something of a tradition on Hyrule.]

C

[thickasthieves]

[Well, it's not every day he hears someone sounding so formal over the crystal network.]

Hey there, Urbosa. [Can he call her just that?? The rest is a mouthful.] You get used to the whole mind read-y thing after a while. Way faster than writing letters, anyway.

Rhino | Spectacular Spider-Man

[needlenose]

D-3

[So, technically, O'hirn was supposed to be the pirate here. They gave him a fake parrot (helpfully glued to his left shoulder- or, well, the upper part of his left arm at least, as they didn't have a proper ladder to let them reach his actual shoulder- and a neat little tricorn hat helpfully tied to the horn on his head. The works. Ordinarily, this job would be right up his alley even! Smash into a place, demand the valuables, run off with the loot. And he'd done that pretty well so far today.

Unfortunately, he wasn't really paying attention to the whole speech, so now he was seated comfortably inside a tavern- ill gotten gains spread all over the table and floor around him- playing cards with some of the locals. Because unfortunately, he had no idea where exactly he was supposed to go once he'd been all loot-ed up.]

Uh...you got any threes?

[There were a few locals trying their best to keep the spirit of the drill alive though, and at the moment they seemed to be operating in shifts of three, all trying to shove him out of his chair. Unfortunately, he's sort of a nine foot tall giant who weighs several tons, so it's going about as well as you'd think. At least he's not harming anyone? Well, at least not until somebody throws their back out. But that'd only barely be his fault. But whoever crafted those chairs he's using probably deserves a raise.]


E-3

[He didn't sign up to run around catching flowers. He really didn't. Unfortunately for him, the flowers didn't care. Which is probably why he's just...standing there, completely still, just covered in the things. He's big and he's not very quick and, frankly, he's got a hard time grabbing hold of anything scampering all over him. Probably explains why there's an entire flower bed's worth of very lively floral arrangements using him to keep away from anyone trying to catch them.

Ladders have been deployed, but the petal-covered pains-in-the-neck always run just out of reach anytime someone climbs up and reaches for them. The more dastardly ones even slap 'em around a bit, just to make the poor sap on them lose their balance and topple over.]

This is so humiliatin' ... hurry it up, will ya?

[He's got a living flower crown and matching accessories goin' on over here, somebody help. He gave up trying to grab them himself a while ago, now the best he can do is just stand there making annoyed grunts and groaning noises. Also on the list of not helping things: that tiny little rain cloud that's appeared overhead. His head. And only his head.

Somebody's feelin' a little down in the dumps about being a flower jungle-gym. Also embarrassed, and honestly that might have something to do with just how easily those poor sods trying to help keep losing their balance and toppling over. It's a vicious cycle, really.]

D-3

[baaaasic]

Arr, matey, you be goin' fish.

[Kirara's a little sad about her own pirate hat covering her nice hair, but the parrot's kind of cute, even if it's fake.

And she's about as lost on the particulars of the endeavor as O'hirn is, though the locals seem to be much more forgiving of her on it. Maybe it's because she's just a kid, or maybe it's because whenever one of the locals gives talking her down a shot she just bats her eyelashes at them and goes 'ehhh, was Kirara supposed to do that?' and then they just move on because they'd feel guilty.

She kicks her feet a little.]

Hey, Mr. Rhino, where are you from? We don't have rhinos in New Zealand. [She doesn't actually think he's a real-life rhinoceros - probably - but she figures a guy who dresses up as one has probably seen one in real life?]

prompto argentum / final fantasy xv

[punshots]

B. TASK GT0305.

[ Prompto volunteered to be pushed down the hill in a cheese wheel costume, because why wouldn't he. This is the vaguely annual cheese rolling festival! Gotta make the most of it, right? Plus, he's getting paid for this. With...whatever the hell a drask is.

He'll figure that out later. For now, he's sorta...struggling to pull himself into the cheese wheel costume, because it's, well, a wheel, and a bit hard to negotiate a costume like this on his own. ]

You gotta brie kidding me! I - tch -

[ Please help him into this costume before he drops more cheese puns.

(Just kidding. He will drop more cheese puns no matter what you do.) ]

C. TELEPATHY.

[ Okay, so...getting used to this again. Kinda funny, how he ever got used to hearing voices in his head in the first place, but after his short stint back home, Prompto has all but forgotten his telepathic etiquette. But it begs the question...if they can share an image as well as written messages telepathically, why not... ]

Hey! Anyone up for a game?

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[ ...Maybe he's a little bored. ]

D-1. ALPHA LAVA.

[ Something called a volcanic eruption drill should not be this boring. Okay, maybe the purpose of a drill like this is safety, whatever, but honestly. Can't they have even a little bit of fun with it? Fun that doesn't involve standing around pretending to be encrusted in lava? Like, as long as they're pretending the lava is real...

With no preamble, Prompto cups his hands to his mouth and shouts at the top of his lungs: ]

THE FLOOR IS NOW LAVAAAAAAAA!

[ THAT'S RIGHT, THIS JUST GOT REAL. ...Er, you know. Real in the "cool" sense, not in the "real" sense...anyway. Prompto hops up onto a nearby mailbox like the flow of lava just barely misses the tips of his boots, waving wildly to the nearest bystander.

Are you going to join in, or will you be swept away by the lavalanche??? ]

C.

[regisrex]

E.

[ Regis, that's like cheating. ]

jake muller | resident evil

[bloodmobile]

prompt c.

[ Telepathy is bullshit, but considering all the crazy, messed up shit Jake's seen — both before and after coming here, to Verens, apparently, where ever that is — it isn't exactly the most unbelievable thing in the world anymore. Less bullshit, but still bullshit. It's an idea he's open to anyway.

What he's not open to is the reality of people being inside his head. That's a whole can of worms he never thought he'd open and he doesn't like what it entails. First he finds out he's related to a nutjob and now people are gonna be inside his head?

Still, connections are important. He's lost in every sense of the word. The weight of crystal amulet hangs heavy in his palm, and turns his gaze to look at it, rolls it in his hand this way and that. It's kinda pretty, reminds him of his mom — and with that sobering thought, he closes his fist over it, finds his resolve. ]

So, uh. I was told this lets me talk to people? Like some sort of walkie-talkie?

[ He presses his mouth over his fist as he speak/thinks into the amulet. That's how that works, right? Who knows. God, he looks like an asshole doing this. ]

God, I look like an asshole doing this.

[ Did that project? Oops. ]

prompt d.

[ Well, it's not the worst gig Jake's landed, but it does nothing for his dignity.

He's a pirate. A goddamn pirate. Not a badass pirate, but one of those party store pirates complete with a billowing brocade coat and feather hat.

The sad thing is that he's not even getting paid for this. ]

Dressing me up is one thing, but I'm not going to tell you that I'm here to steal your booty.

[ If he sounds dead inside, that's because he is. ]

prompt e.

A-CHOO!

[ Fuck flowers, seriously. At least it's better than the pirate thing. ]

Christ, sorry. [ A sniff. ] Can you help me pick this up? [ This being the former armful of flowers he picked up before he not-so conveniently sneezed them all away. Thanks for nothing, allergies. ]

wild card.

pm me or yolo. either way, go nuts!! 👍

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[ryuwrighthistory]

. . .What's a walkie-talkie? [Wait, that was not what he meant to say, or think.]

Ahh, that is-yes, this is one way to talk to someone here. I'm guessing you just arrived.