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ximilia mods ([personal profile] ximilian) wrote in [community profile] ximiliugh2021-10-20 09:07 pm
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OCTOBER + NOVEMBER TDM.

T D M . 0 4

// PART I. a crimson dream  


… What are you willing to do to erase your regret from existence?

These are the words that ring in your ears, as a slowly growing red glow surrounds you in this dreamspace, filling you with an acute sense of dread — and whatever it is that you’ve just agreed to might have changed everything forever.

It is this sense of dream that startles you awake, and as it fades, and your heart begins to slow into something resembling your normal tempo, you'll notice something you should have picked up on immediately: you are not in your bed.

1.0   White walls, clinical yet clean, sparsely-furnished rooms. You may wake in one of three rooms: a room with only one bed, a room with two beds, or a room with four beds. Those waking up in rooms with more than one bed notice that they are not alone. Perhaps the other occupants of the room are still sleeping, dreaming the same dream as you just did, or a regular one after returning to the station just barely a week ago … or perhaps you wake up to the other person in the room watching you.

What you do is entirely up to you: yelping in surprise when you wake to someone staring at you is always an option. Or maybe you’ll try to sneak away before anyone notices you...


2.0   Those with life-threatening injuries will find themselves waking up in the infirmary, in a regular hospital bed. Most of their injuries have been treated, and any lingering illnesses or conditions will have designated medicine bottles on the table next to the bed.

White curtains surround the bed on both sides, providing an illusion of privacy. But is that a rustling sound you hear? A set of footsteps? Perhaps you’re not the only one in need of some medical attention.

In fact if you’re very badly off, you might want to hold out hope for some company - you can’t stay in the infirmary forever. You'll have to make your way through the hallways of the station to the living quarters, and claim a room and a bed there.

Once upright, you might notice something in your ear: an earpiece that, when you become aware of it, quickly runs you through the instructions for how to use the network, a recorded message by a female voice that explains exactly why you’re here… and leaves you with a map of the station.

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// PART II. hotel spacefornia  


So what else is there to do but to explore, right? Best get to know your way around your new home.

3.0   When trying to decide where you go, you might find your way to the armory, where you can make attempts to work the machine and create a weapon for yourself — maybe replace the one that didn’t come with you to the station ... or maybe you decide to prepare something for the future. Any recently-returned team members will surely recommend having a functional weapon with you.

And speaking of weapons: why not put them to the test and head over to the training room, where the entire purpose of this space is to provide you with opportunities to spar and train to your heart’s content!


4.0   After you’ve exhausted yourself from training, your stomach will prompt you for something to eat. For that you should head to the kitchens and the mess hall, which is equipped with all the basic appliances you might need, along with some more unusual ones (including an ... interesting-looking waffle maker and popcorn machine), as well as ingredients for most generic Earth-based dishes. For some reason, there are also some bags of now-cold popcorn left abandoned over the counters.


5.0   A welcome reprieve to the cold, dark space that surrounds you can be found in the sunlight room. A skillful illusion builds up around anyone who steps inside the room: you can hear the trilling of birds, feel a light breeze caress your skin as you walk through a grass field. The illusion has been programmed to reflect the seasons — the leaves in the trees are currently bright with all the colours of autumn: orange and red and yellow; and the air is crisp and clean. If you follow the path, you'll be led to a bridge rising over a sparkling, babbling brook, a few fallen leaves floating on the water and falling around you like very bright raindrops.

Here, it's easy to forget (for a moment, anyway) that you are in space at all. Maybe that gives you comfort, or maybe it just makes you miss the real thing all that much more.


6.0   If you’d rather choose tinkering with objects over wandering through nature, the lab is guaranteed to provide you with some entertainment. Glass vials and jars of chemicals sit on shelves in a surprisingly beautiful display of colour on one side of the room, while the other side of the room contains stacks of boxes filled with assorted equipment: cords, bolts, panels, buttons, gears, gadgets, gizmos, and thingamabobs. The downside is that the parts available seem to have no apparent method to their sorting. So get digging and you may just find exactly what you need to make what you’ve always wanted to!


7.0   Some time after your arrival, the earpiece alerts you to a new message. If it’s items you’re lacking, you may just be in luck.

// VIVECA.AI
Hi again, everyone. Those who’ve been here for longer know the deal, but to those new here: there’s a new supply drop. Hopefully you’ll find useful things there. If you made any requests for items, before, you should find them in a separate pile near the platform.

Indeed, the platform located near the personal quarters is still whirring with power, and new items form neat piles on top of it. There are clothes, shoes, dishware, skincare, books ... and in one pile, a varied collection of what seems to be Halloween decorations and costumes. So, sort through the piles and grab what you want before someone else does! (But don't forget: sharing is caring.)

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// PART III. trick or treat  


Whether you’re a quick study and you’ve become settled into life on the station, or you want to get the full lay of the land (in a manner of speaking) first, if you decide to explore the hall past the control room, you’ll eventually come across the simulation room. It’s been equipped with a new simulation to show you the drill where the missions are concerned, so step in and see what it has in store for you!

8.0   The moment the doors slide shut behind you, the space goes dark and then quickly lights up again, but instead of the blank empty walls you initially walked into, you’re surrounded by colour and lights, the sound of music and chatter, and the smells of deep-fried foods and overly sweet beverages. Someone calls, ‘Step right up, step right up!’ while another voice from somewhere starts to cheer as an electrical sound of a buzzer goes off, announcing its winner for prizes.

It seems that you’ve entered the Carnival simulation, so come on in and have a little fun.

There are booths spread out across these simulated grounds, each one offering food, drink or games. As you wander past you’ll notice that there is a touch of macabre to everything — the colours are black and orange and violet and red, the drinks offered have strange names, some you recognize like ‘Witch’s Brew’ and ‘Eye of Newt’, and some you might not, like ‘Viole(n)t Breeze’ and ‘Undead Essence’. It’s as though all of the things strange and wonderful find themselves spread across the entire universe to unite here.

Once you’ve had your fill of food and games, you can make your way past the little market area to a brightly glittering ferris wheel with carts rotating in a cycle, enticing you to try it out. Or if you’d rather be spooked, there is a hokey little ‘haunted mansion’ to your left that won’t take more than a handful of minutes to move through. Creatures and ghosts will pop out at you when you least expect it, their masked faces exaggerated with paint and some fairly realistic prosthetics to get the adrenaline pumping. Take a friend with you, or go it alone — just try to keep your cool through it all.


9.0   Eventually, once you’ve had your fill of the festivities, you may notice a wooden sign pointing you past the haunted mansion. Pressed on it is a round mark, and you remember that this is simulating a mission — you’re not here to just have fun, but to try and retrieve a simulated orb.

As you follow the path, you’ll find the hustle and bustle of the carnival growing quieter. All around you, there is nothing but woods — and hold on, where did all that mist come from? It surrounds you slowly, the ground seeming slightly damp as you keep walking… and arrive at a graveyard.

So the orb… it’s there, hidden in one of the graves? There’s nothing else to do but to start walking and looking at the gravestones — but when you do, you’ll be shocked to find some of the names are terribly, terribly familiar.

They might be names of your loved ones, people who were still in perfect health back home; and yet here those stones bear their names, along with an epitaph that brings tears to your eyes. And if you move closer… you may experience a flash of colour and light, and a memory suddenly plays out in front of you: the death of your loved one, whoever that may be.

Or perhaps the name you see on a gravestone is something else even more familiar to you: your own. But ... how, right? Reluctantly, your heart pounding, you approach with tentative steps, and yes — the name does not change. It's yours right there ... and it's your own death that you witness when the grave’s spell binds you.


N O T E:   The deaths witnessed are intended to be non-canon deaths, so feel free to go wild inventing them -- this also goes for characters who are canonically dead. These are “alternate universe deaths”, not canon.

Additionally, there are three personal tasks provided to each character as they enter the simulation. In-game, each character will be given one task. For the purposes of the test drive, we’re leaving it to players to pick a task for their character and run with it.

A   Find the grave of a teammate and witness their death.

B   Team up with a fellow Orber win in one of the Carnival games.

C   Scare a teammate in the haunted house.

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F Y I

TDM threads can be considered game canon so long as all parties involved agree to it.
This TDM covers both October and November, so there will be no new TDM for November.
TDM threads can be used as samples for apps. In fact, we encourage it!
Reserves are currently open!
Apps open October 27 and will remain open until November 30.
For any questions regarding TDM, please direct them here. For questions about the game, please refer to the FAQ.

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FOR SOME FUN:

Have a clue for your upcoming mission:
“I’m going to bed, where I may die.”


NAV

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Zari Tarazi | Legends of Tomorrow (spoilers for s6)

[personal profile] catchatting 2021-10-22 08:30 pm (UTC)(link)
3.0
Zari doesn't really like weapons, so the idea of arming herself with a gun or a knife puts her off immediately, but she does have her totem and given a giant space to practice with it, well at least that will give her something to do that isn't focusing on everything she's lost and why she's here.

At first, she uses the air totem to spin a screwdriver she'd found in the air, working on the precision she needs to float it exactly where she wants it. It's a useful trick when she needs to keep something out of someone's reach or catch something before it hits the ground. After a while, though, her thoughts come back to haunt her.

None of this would have happened if John had just talked to her. She wouldn't have to be here undoing his stupid mistakes with her stupid broken heart and no team for backup, but she's not afraid. She's just hurt and angry.

Footsteps behind her startle her out of her thoughts and she sends the screwdriver flying at them, though she manages to correct course with the wind before it hits them.

"Don't sneak up on a girl like that!"

7.0
A supply drop could mean anything and Zari's prepared to find nothing of value, but when she manages to snag a jar of her favorite moisturizer, she figures maybe this won't be so bad after all. The clothes are another story, though. How is she going to look good with what's available here? Of course, she can make anything work, but the Halloween costumes pile seems to have more to offer her than anything else.

As soon as she finds a cat ear headband, she puts it on. Her hair is a mess, anyway, and she looks adorable with cat ears. Just ask any filter.

"I didn't realize that space is where fashion goes to die."

9.0
The carnival is a nice touch, but Zari's here for a reason. Given the chance to see what she'll be doing for these orbs, she's going to take it, so she marches forward into the graveyard. It's just a festive little Halloween spook, anyway. Just like the haunted house, right?

Except when she finally looks at graves, the names of all the Legends are scattered around and it's the one with Behrad's name that she starts to approach, because he can't be dead. She's saved him. Technically, she's saved him twice and there's nothing she won't do to keep her brother alive this time, so if this place is trying to tell her something, she's not going to listen.

WILDCARD
(If you want something else, just hit me up here or at [plurk.com profile] blauren)
droide: (063 movie)

[personal profile] droide 2021-10-22 08:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Alright. Unhelpful.

[ It may sound judgemental, but really it's more of an observation than anything. ...Okay, an observation with maybe a little bit of judgement. ]

If it's any consolation, I don't think the simulation actually knows anything about how we all die. Like I said, I watched mine and it was way off.
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[personal profile] droide 2021-10-22 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Gross.

[ Why do organics (especially male organics) insist on talking with their mouths full? Eat, then talk. It's not so difficult a concept to grasp, is it?

Anyway, Elthree points past the bright lights of the carnival rides and booths, to the foggy field laying beyond. ]


Over there, there's a graveyard. Find the marker with your name on it, get a little sneak preview of how you bite it. I need to see yours.
hatejakku: (surprise)

[personal profile] hatejakku 2021-10-22 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm... pretty sure there aren't any coordinates. We're sort of in-between galaxies right now.

[ But in the interest of not angering her: ] The station's AI can probably help, though. Her name's Viveca.
spacedisaster: (What does that even mean?)

[personal profile] spacedisaster 2021-10-22 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)
You are the one asking about tombs, ma'am. [ Peter doesn't seem particularly fazed by the fact he's talking to a droid. He's met others in the past, mostly in Contraxia when the other ravagers insisted on visiting the planet, but L3 doesn't look like that kind of company bot. His eyes go to the graveyard, and he doesn't look any less confused now than he was a minute ago. ]

Why would my name be there? I'm standing right here, alive. [ And then it dawns on him that she's new and that they're in the simulation room, and that not everyone is here to play as he does. ]

Ah, right. Is that part of a mission. [ He fights the urge to make air quotes art that, then shrugs. ] All right, we can give it a look. But my death wasn't anything spectacular. And also it didn't last more than five years.
droide: (057 movie)

[personal profile] droide 2021-10-22 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Aren't you lucky?

[ She's curious about how someone can stop being dead after five years, but she'll file that question away for later. ]

But yes, it's for a mission objective. Well. Simulated mission objective. But seeing as you have no qualms shoving simulated food down your gullet, I'm guessing you're not one to get hung up on a technicality.
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[personal profile] droide 2021-10-22 08:59 pm (UTC)(link)
In-between?

[ She's quiet for a long moment. Eons, when your mind processes information at the speed of light.

In-between galaxies.

Even in her massive database of navigational maps, L3-37 could only chart to the edges of her galaxy. Maybe a bit into Wild Space. Being in-between galaxies means that... She doesn't know where she is. She has no way of knowing where she is.

She doesn't like not knowing where she is. ]


Viveca, was it? [ Her once brash tone is now softer, somewhat scared, almost. ] I'll keep that in mind, thank you.
spacedisaster: (What is happening)

[personal profile] spacedisaster 2021-10-22 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Not really, no, or I wouldn't be here.

[ He's never been lucky in his life. His existence has been a never-ending parade of messes followed by even bigger fuck-ups, so he's come to accept it will always be that way. ]

I'm pretty sure the food is real, we got a supply drop recently. I'd offer you a lollipop, but I'm guessing you don't eat food? [ He walks closer to L3, wordlessly agreeing to follow her wherever she wants to go. She's the one who has to practice for the mission, after all. Peter munches on the lollipop to finish it before speaking again. ]

Name's Peter Quill, so you know what gravestone look for. What's yours?
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Jinx (Star Guardian AU) | League of Legends

[personal profile] everybodypanic 2021-10-22 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
3.0 (Training Room)
[Jinx seems to be much more in her element inside the training room. Shooting, blasting, and otherwise terrorizing her way through the targets. She's probably going a bit too far for just training, but hey, she gets to cut loose with zero consequences, so why not take advantage and blow off some steam while she's at it? Doesn't look like anyone will even have to clean up after her, too.

Not that she was going to volunteer herself or anything like that.

But like most things, Jinx gets bored quickly and starts to kick her foot against the floor.]


Hey!

[She yells out.]

Anyone looking to make me break a sweat? Come on, I'll even go easy on you, I swear.

[Talking mad shit for someone who just got there.]


7.0
[She rummages through the pile, picking up anything that might catch her attention before through it back. Sometimes the discarded items make it back into the original pile, sometimes into another pile she's making...

Jinx's always had her her own specific style when it comes to fashion:

Loud and bright colors.

So of course she wants to stick to that.]


You see any sunglasses around there?

[Sure, just ask with zero lead-in.]

I had this big pair back home. Kinda wanna see if I can get them here, you know?


9.0 (Her Own Death)

[If you've hanged around Jinx for any length of time, you'd be aware by now of how fiery and energetic she is. Aside from the arrival, nothing's really fazed her or brought down her mood for any meaningful length of time. Or so she claims.

In any case, it all changes when she makes to to the graveyard to find her name on a gravestone. Written plainly for the world to see. It's the first time where Jinx's bravado melts away despite her best efforts.

Being a Star Guardian eventually means... this, right?

She does her best not to think about it. Her clenched fist shakes and she just... continues to stare at the gravestone.]


Pfft, y-yeah right. As if I'd ever...

Whatever. It's a load of crap anyway.

[Unnerved, Jinx begins to walk away, though to not before making eye contact with you.]

What are you looking at?

You got something to say?!

[Yep, she's definitely upset.]


WILDCARD
[Hit me up and I'll roll with it!]
Edited 2021-10-22 21:19 (UTC)
xwing: so_out_of_ideas | lj (018)

luke skywalker ( star wars )

[personal profile] xwing 2021-10-22 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)
A CRIMSON DREAM
[ at first when he wakes, he thinks it must have been a dream. he aches all over, exhausted, and even a day later, he can still smell ozone and scorched circuitry and burned hair and skin. the combination makes him nauseous now that the adrenaline has worn off and he's left with the cold light of day.

or.. whatever time it is. none of the sounds of an ewok village reach his hearing, he can't sense.. anyone he knows..

he sucks in a breath and sits abruptly upright, swallowing a groan as it pulls at the lightning burns across so much of his body. for a moment, he's dizzy, but he swings his legs off the bed anyway, forcing himself upright with sheer obstinate determination. this isn't endor. the dream had been real. .. and he's not alone.

aware that he probably looks a mess, he glances to the other bed, prosthetic twitching at his side, just one more thing he needs to fix. he curls the artificial fingers to hide the spasms, too stressed even to offer a smile as his brows knit. ]
--Did you just make a bargain, too?


THE LAB
[ eventually, he does settle in, sort of. it's a space station, which is pretty standard fare for luke, especially in the last few years, so it's at least a little bit familiar. he gets himself checked out at the infirmary--there's no bacta, which is odd--and once he's satisfied that he's probably not going to be dropping dead now from palpatine's attack, he takes himself down to the lab.

once he steps in, he realizes that repairing his prosthetic is going to be a bigger pain than he thought it was, and it was already going to be a pain with the lingering shakes he still has. ]


Hi, [ he greets someone already working there, and offers a tired quirk of his lips. ] I don't suppose you're familiar with the, uh, organization system here..?


TRICK OR TREAT
a.
[ if luke looks a little overwhelmed, well.. he is. he has a witch's brew in hand that he seems to not know quite what to do with, and he's watching the ferris wheel, a little delighted in spite of himself. ]

Is this a holiday? [ he has to raise his voice a little to be heard over the noise of the music and crowds, slight form easy to overlook when surrounded by the more colorful people surrounding them. ]


b.
[ in the graveyard, he can eventually be found standing in front of one grave in particular, jaw faintly clenched and eyes shut, his breathing slow and careful.

the name on the headstone reads leia organa.

it's fake, of course he knows it is, but it's still.. hard, with the false images filling his head and his inability to sense her here. it really does feel like she's.. gone. ]
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1.0

[personal profile] flickerandfade 2021-10-22 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Like Drift, Megatron had been sleeping. Dreaming. His dreams weren't usually much to think about these days--he shuffled between wakefulness and recharge with a numbing regularity, the blankness of the prison he had been assigned to unchanging. He was even set up with a drip of energon directly into his fuel lines. Enough to keep him alive and little else. That he dreams of regret is not unusual--the offer, the snesation that might well do something to change all of it? That is the unusual part.

Also unusual is waking to a sound other than the hum of the mobious generator and the blank near-dark of his cell. Someone else moving, bright white walls. Much the same in his height as Drift now, Megatron clatters to the floor and has to struggle a moment to push himself up to his feet--it feels as if he's forgotten how to walk in the thousands of years confined to space barely big enough to lay down in. A living coffin. ]


--Drift?

[ His voice flickers with static. Another thing he's so unused to that even opening his mouth to speak feels as if it takes the greatest of efforts. Was this a dream? Had he gone mad? Was he at last sinking into delusion as the years of isolation blurred into each other? ]

What is this place?
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III. Carnival

[personal profile] hikae 2021-10-22 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ And just so, someone happens to be nearby to catch that question ]

Every glitz and glamour loses its shine when it becomes an everyday. [ Spoken, at least, partially from the experience. People all over the country came to see performances at the Grand, but to Majima? It was just a grueling job. ] Festivals are fun because of how short they last.

[ New faces, huh? The team is always shifting, ever-changing, no wonder fresh blood is needed. ]

It ain't gonna stay in the simulator forever, so no harm in enjoyin' it to the fullest, ya know?
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THE LAB

[personal profile] flickerandfade 2021-10-22 09:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The one Luke has spoken to is an imposing looking robotic creature--a 'droid in the parlance of the Galaxy Far, Far, Away. Standing at nine feet, it--he--makes for quite the sight, stooped slightly as he tries to sort through parts in silence. When Luke speaks up, glowing red optics are turned on the young man, appraising him. The voice that replies is artifical, but deep and resonant, the sort of voice that could inspire an army. ]

I am not. Whoever was in charge of this lab last was unfortunately derelict in their organizational duties; which is why I'm attempting to discern which parts might be compatible with my own systems in case I need to treat any injuries.

I assume from your question that you don't know either.
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5

[personal profile] bindsthedead 2021-10-22 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[The sunlight room was the closest that Sabriel could get to being outdoors on the station- and so Sabriel often found herself reading there, curled up with a book while enjoying a very convincing simulation of an autumn day.

Or, sometimes, try to make conversation with anyone passing through.]


It's nice, isn't it? Although I'm not sure how they make everything feel solid.
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7.0

[personal profile] spacedisaster 2021-10-22 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, you'd be surprised of the things I've seen after 30 years traveling the galaxy. This is nothing." The voice comes from a tall, blond guy with green eyes inspecting the Halloween clothes, a smile on his face. He's holding what it looks like a raven plush and a black cape.

"I actually asked Viveca to bring us these, for the future party. Can't have a real Halloween without costumes. Those cat ears look nice on you, by the way. I think I've seen a black tail...uh...somewhere around the pile."
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yamato | one piece

[personal profile] hannyas 2021-10-22 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
A CRIMSON DREAM.
[ while the injuries yamato has accumulated during the onigashima raid are hardly life-threatening, especially the attempted blocking of their father's thunder bagua left its mark and they're... well, more or less bloody when they leave the infirmary, without even attempting to get medicine or treatment.

in fact, whoever runs into them will run into an 8'8" figure with red-orange horns and a giant kanabo club.
]

Excuse me — what kind of a place is this? Have you been here for long? [ heedless of the injuries, yamato launches into questions immediately upon seeing someone else around. ]


HOTEL SPACEFORNIA.
[ instead of sticking to any one room, yamato makes their way through all the available rooms of the station. in the sunlight room, they're oohing over the greenery: ]

Wow, this is all so very life-like! What beautiful colours!

[ in the mess hall, they can be found eating.... very excitedly, a bowl of cereal, somehow seeming like it's the most amazing thing in the world.

whereas in the training room, yamato stands with the kanabo club in their hands.
] I'm still not strong enough. I can never be Oden if I can't get stronger!!

[ as they swing the kanabo, the air crackles with purple lightning... if you're a spectator or training yourself, it's maybe best to back up a little. ]


TRICK OR TREAT.
So this is a carnival...!

( a. ) [ yamato bounces from one booth to another in the childish delight of someone who has been imprisoned on an island for twenty years — their eyes sparkling, they want to try all the games, taste all the drinks, no matter how weirdly named.

upon noticing someone else there, they smile brightly and ask,
]

Are these types of things common where you're from?

( b. )[ eventually, they make it to the graveyard, looking around with a serious expression, kanabo clutched tight in their hand. but soon enough, a particular grave catches yamato's attention, and they gasp, running forward with wide eyes. ]

No, it can't be...!

[ but the grave reads monkey d. luffy, no matter how much yamato stares at it. they shake their head in denial. ]

No, Luffy was well when I left him there!! He's fine! There's no way he's going to lose! This is some strange trickery!


WILDCARD.
[ you know the drill! also a note: if you are canon familiar, in order to side-step yamato's gender issue, i am using they as the pronoun until wano arc concludes and we hopefully get some clarity to that. if you're not canon familiar, yamato very much looks female. in any case, feel free to refer to them with he, she or they. ]
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feyre archeron | a court of thorns and roses

[personal profile] winnowed 2021-10-22 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 1.0 | how i wish you were here ]
[ had something gone wrong? as she took in her surroundings, the first thing she noticed was the lack of smell. this place smelled of nothing except stale air, no smell of lilac or any other florals, a smell that feyre used to fawn over but now the very idea of it made her want to spill her guts. this was not the pretty rose-covered prison she’d expected to return to.

even after the voice sounds in her ear and she had let out a ridiculous sort of sound, almost a yelp, in surprise (one she failed to muffle with a hand slapping over her mouth), it’s all so difficult to accept, to believe.

and even now, she couldn’t sense any sort of fae power in the air. had the king changed his mind about letting her go back to the spring court with tamlin? did he have the power to do this? to send her… to wherever this was?

her hands move to touch the cool metal that surrounds her and she shudders at how it seems to lack… life. the way something continuously hums around her and the air tastes… wrong. and while it is not the rotting, stinking cells that she’d been trapped in once, she feels a rush of fear and panic. where was she, really? what is this place? how is this place?

without even really meaning to, she tugs on the connection between her and her mate, the one the king had thought was broken, the one she’d pretended no longer existed to save his life.

Rhysand, where are you? Where are you? I’m here. I’m here. ]



[ 5.0 | when i'm falling i'm at peace ]

[ the room she stands in now isn’t any more real/alive than the others she’s come across. but this room feels like an insult, a slap to the face, especially to a fae so aware of nature. it’s a farce created by the same sort of magic that created the rest of this place, the earpiece in her pointed ear.

she catches one of the leaves and inspects it, her nose wrinkling in that charming way it does when she’s thinking a little too hard. The leaf feels real but somehow it does not at the same time.]


What sort of magic has created this place? [ she asks aloud, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes, without even realizing someone else might hear. ]

Because none of this is real.


[ 8.0 | i've walked these streets In a carnival, of sights to see ]

[ back home some called her stubborn or spunky or the less flattering “pain in the ass” but feyre has never been one to stay put and wait for something to happen. that kind of attitude would have seen her dead, especially when she was the only person willing to hunt and keep her family fed during the harsh winter months. and while she knows it might be safer to stay in her room, what use would that be? she’d already been locked into too many prisons in her life, she wouldn’t let this one scare her.

she decides learning more about her surroundings (and apparently new home) would be wise.

the last thing, however, she expects is the simulation room or what it holds. she is from a world fueled by magic and yet she is startled by all these rooms that seem to contain more advanced magic than she’s ever seen. and as she stares up at the ferris wheel, her eyes wide, mouth agape as she watches people ride it.

she sounds breathless, excited as she looks up at the sparkling lights and the smells of carnival food continue to fill up her senses. ]
I have never seen anything like that before. [ she glances at whoever is near her. ] Have you been on it yet?



[ ooc: for more info on feyre hit it up the wiki. feel free to notice her pointy elf-looking ears, also the tattoos on her arm and hand that will be partially visible when she's wearing her regular clothes. ]
bindsthedead: (art-speech)

[personal profile] bindsthedead 2021-10-22 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
I see.

[Sabriel twirls the stem of one leaf between her fingers, regarding the man with far more curiosity.]

Do you have much experience with illusions?

[It's not an area Sabriel has ever had much interest in- the Dead rely on different senses than humans, after all.]
flickerandfade: (006 »)

2.0

[personal profile] flickerandfade 2021-10-22 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That one that L3 has stumbled upon is another robotic lifeform. Another 'droid, almost certainly--or that might be the default assumption. He's a tall one, though, towering at almost nine feet, well above the normal human height assigned to most 'droids. At her demand there's an almost pensive expression on his face and he shakes his head. ]

I know as little of this place as you do.

[ Megatron's voice is deep, resonant, unquestionably artificial, and has a strange, smooth, charisma to it. He regards the non-Cybertronian life-form with a sense of detachment. Distance. He's still not sure if this is all something his mind is making up as his brain circuitry finally begins to fry itself from the isolation. ]

If it even has a flight deck I don't know where you'd find it.
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[personal profile] touchstarved 2021-10-22 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Awesome, thank you so much!
xwing: so_out_of_ideas | lj (023)

[personal profile] xwing 2021-10-22 10:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ luke's first thought is, naturally, droid. it's the closest language he has for what he's seeing. but this doesn't fit for a couple of reasons. for one thing, this being's face is more expressive than any droid--other than HRDs--he's ever seen before at home, and they match no model he's familiar with. for another, the not-droid says injuries to refer to themself.

the third and most glaring difference, of course, is that luke can sense this-- this person, and that's something he can't do with droids. not like this, anyway.

he blinks once, then gathers up the shreds of his composure, offering a small shake of his head. ]
I'm afraid not, [ he admits with a small, wry laugh, and steps closer with easy confidence, joining the stranger where he's trying to sort through the containers. ] I'll be glad to help you find the items you're looking for, though, and maybe I'll come across what I need to repair my hand while we're at it. [ a beat, head tipping back so he can meet the bright red eyes. ] --If that's alright with you?
yourotherleft: (listening)

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[personal profile] yourotherleft 2021-10-22 10:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[did you order an ass-kicking, cook? because one seems to be roaming closer, apparently completely unaffected by the graves and whatever he might see when he gets near one. Apparently. No one will know if he is or isn't if Zoro has anything to say about it]

What.

[it's a challenge, not a question. The fact that he isn't taunting Sanji is the only clue that he might have been affected deep down somehow somewhere]
flickerandfade: (008 »)

[personal profile] flickerandfade 2021-10-22 10:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That sense is correct. The Force swirls and eddies around this being as much as it does any other living thing. Not a droid, most certainly.

Megatron shifts a little as the human approaches him. Though he wouldn't call it nervousness, there is something of uncertainty in interacting with organics. Especially humans. On top of that, he is displaced out of space and possibly time and seems to have shrunk. It's a mess. ]


If you wish to assist, you're welcome to do so.

[ He picks up a few spare parts, turns them over--then his interest seems to be piqued by Luke's comment, the thought reaching him a moment late. ]

Your hand? Is it not organic, like the rest of you?
xwing: insomniatic | dw (055)

[personal profile] xwing 2021-10-22 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ instead of attempting to go through a box by hand, he reaches out with the force, lifting several and overturning them, catching the items mid-air as they tumble out of their containers and spreading them out around them for ease of cataloging. he's not sure that the display of his abilities will do much to reassure the stranger, but he keeps his demeanor as harmless and serene as he can under the circumstances.

he glances back up as parts drift lazily around them, the question making him blink. ]


Oh. [ right. he hesitates, then reaches for his right hand, stripping the glove off it and pushing it down into his belt. he turns his wrist, then, to show the blaster burn melting through synthskin and durasteel, right down into delicate circuitry. ] It's been through a lot in the last couple of weeks. [ then a beat, and he huffs an amused noise. ] Sorry, I'm Luke, by the way.