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ximilia mods ([personal profile] ximilian) wrote in [community profile] ximiliugh2023-02-15 12:41 pm
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SPRING TDM.

T D M . 0 8

GET IT IN WRITINGYOUR NEW NORMALCHANGE OF FACEFYI

// PART I. get it in writing  

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

The words ring in your ears as in the darkness of your dream, a teal glow pulses, slowly enveloping you. It is not a feeling of comfort that surrounds you, though — as a distorted voice whispers in your ear, you feel it: cold dread, and a sudden certainty that everything is about to be irrevocably changed.

It is to this daunting realization that you wake, and as your heart slows into something resembling a normal tempo, you notice something you should have noticed 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 very much 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 a few days ago … or perhaps you wake to the other person in the room watching you.

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


2.0   Those with life-threatening injuries find themselves awakening 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, giving an illusion of privacy. But is that a rustling sound you hear? Some footsteps? Perhaps you’re not the only one in need of some medical attention... or you've attracted the attention of those with experience in medical aid, and they rush to your bedside, surprised about this sudden new patient.

It is not just for your injuries that you may want some company, but also for leaving the infirmary — you can’t stay there forever, after all, and will have to make your way through the hallways of the station to the living quarters, and claim a room and a bed there.


Once you’re up, you may notice there’s 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. your new normal  


So what else is there to do but to explore? Best get to know what is now your new home.


3.0   When trying to decide where yo go, you may find your way to the armory, where you can try to work the machine there to make yourself a weapon — perhaps to replace one that didn’t come with you to the station… or maybe you want to be prepared for the future. The recently-returned team members will surely recommend having a functional weapon with you.


4.0   After you’ve exhausted yourself training, it’s time to grab a bite. For that, you should head to the kitchen, which is equipped with all the basic appliances you might need, and ingredients for most regular dishes.


5.0   A welcome reprieve to the cold, dark space that surrounds the characters can be found in the sunlight room. A skillful illusion surrounds 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. It seems that the illusion reflects the season — the leaves have fallen, a layer of white covers the ground, and the air is crisp and clean. If you follow the path, it leads to where a bridge rises over a brook that has now iced over — but maybe don't try your luck walking on it, as the ice may crack underneath your feet and you'll find yourself plunging into the freezing water.

With an illusion so authentic it may leave you longing for some hot chocolate, it is easy to forget you are in space at all. Perhaps that gives you comfort, or just makes you miss the real nature all the more.


6.0   If you’d rather choose tinkering over 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 containing 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 make!


7.0   As you wander back towards the common areas, you may notice a room off to the side. The room takes up a chunk of the common area, and on its unassuming door is a little plaque that reads, 'The Ximusic room'. Should you enter, you will find a sound-proofed practice room that contains — yes, you guessed it, band equipment that even the most musically inclined should be satisfied with. So pick up an instrument, saunter up to the microphone to belt out your favourite tunes, or take a seat at the side of the room and enjoy others' playing.


8.0   If it’s items you’re lacking, though, some time after your arrival, the earpiece alerts you to a new message.

// VIVECA
Hello, everyone. I hope you've had time to rest, and those new here have got used to being here. Those who’ve been here for longer know the deal, but to the new arrivals: we've got a drop of new supplies. I hope all of you find useful things among them. Anything specifically requested will come with a name tag. We're working on locating the next orb, but in the meantime... I hope those who have just returned get some rest, and those who have just arrived read up on what is expected of you during missions.

As you make your way to the platform, you'll see there is nothing amiss in the neat piles of items on it. There’s clothes, shoes, dishware, skincare, books… even a couple of CDs, and a few cute stuffed animals. So sort through what there is and grab what you want, before someone else does!

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// PART III. change of face  


(CW: POTENTIAL BODY MODIFICATION)

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.

Step past the threshold and the doors will slide shut with a quiet woosh. Nothing suspicious; nothing to worry about. But before you can really get a sense of your environment (a grey, large-ish empty room, no furniture, no discernable objects to provide markers), the room goes dark, and then … there’s really no other way to describe it: the room transforms.

You find yourself in a club. The music is upbeat, loud, but not too loud. Down a short flight of steps flanking the bar and seating is the open floor with more tables and booths bathed in a warm, dim glow of light, and at the very end of the room is a stage with its bright spotlight showcasing its performers — though, at the moment, the stage is empty.


9.0   When you take a step forward, you’ll feel a presence gently push at your chest or your shoulder — a tall and jovial man resembling a well-dressed bartender from the top up (the rest of him appears to move along wheels) approaches with a tall flute glass in hand. Its contents are sparkly and blue.

“Hello, there. Care for a drink? I’m afraid you won’t be allowed to continue until you do, and I assure you this is entirely safe. All effects you might experience remain only so long as you participate in this simulation.

Will you proceed? Please respond ‘Yes’ or ‘No’.”

There’s something a little strange about his voice, a cadence that doesn’t sound quite natural even when the simulation is so realistic otherwise. Once you’ve given your consent, the bartender continues.

“One thing you should know: there is an orb within this club. This drink will aid in your ultimate retrieval of the orb. To better blend in with our patrons, you may experience temporary changes within your body. Good luck.”


10.0   It seems the bartender wasn’t lying. Once you’ve allowed the drink (tasty, sweet-but-not-too-sweet, effervescent, with light notes of your fondest childhood memory) to settle in your stomach you might experience a myriad of effects on your body, ranging from a change in skin colour (pink? green? blue with spots?), an additional limb or two (or three), a tail or wings, or cybernetic parts such as lie-detecting eyes or a tongue that can uncover truths and lies in others. If you happen to find another Orber within the room and both of you have consumed the offered drink, you might find yourself experiencing a full bodyswap.

None of the changes are painful; if anything, they might not even be noticeable until you look into a mirror, look down at your limb-in-question, or your companion points it out.


11.0   The moment you approach the stage, a performer will appear as if out of thin air and begin to sing, her voice strong and smoky and melodic. Her enthralling performance could put you into a trance, but you have an orb to find and a personal task to accomplish, so it’s time to put your best foot forward and do a little investigating.

Talking to some of the patrons might prove fruitful as some of them are convinced that the stage has never sounded or looked so good, like there’s something giving performers that extra oomph that no one can explain. It might be wise to wait until that last performance before you sneak up there — or maybe you want to do a little snooping around now, you know, while everyone’s distracted. Strategize with your fellow Orbers and uncover the location of this hidden orb.

N O T E:   The effects of the drink and the level of changes your character experiences is entirely up to you. Patrons of this fine club won’t bat an eye if you look a little like them.

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   Say the opposite of what you mean during the simulation.

B   Create a scene with an unsuspecting teammate.

C   Get up on stage and put on a performance during the simulation.

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F Y I

TDM threads can be considered game canon so long as all parties involved agree to it.
TDM threads can be used as samples for apps. In fact, we encourage it!
Reserves open February 19!
Apps open February 24.
For any questions regarding TDM, please direct them here. For questions about the game, please refer to the FAQ.

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jon kent ( dc )

[personal profile] exponentially 2023-02-18 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
PART ONE
arrival
[ he wakes in an unfamiliar bed, and trips over his cape rolling out of it, stumbling and putting a hand-shaped dent in the wall as he catches himself. he winces at the sight of it, pulling his palm sheepishly away again, then turning to catch the eye of.. a stranger on the other bed. ]

Um, sorry about the-- [ a flustered gesture to the hand-print in the metal. ] I'll find a way to fix it. [ in the meantime, he's going to start removing the cape from his uniform, folding the heavy red fabric and setting it back on the bed instead. ] Did you accidentally make a deal in a dream and wake up here, too?


PART TWO
kitchen
[ when in doubt, eat your feelings. it's a kent family tradition, and jon will be darned if he lets a little thing like a strange ship in the middle of a galaxy he doesn't recognize stop that.

so there's a skinny gen z superman in the kitchen, pulling out materials for a sandwich of somewhat epic, almost scooby-doo proportions. he glances up as he opens the bag the bread's kept in, smile sweet and farmboy bashful. ]


Want me to make one for you, too?


sunlight room
[ with a name like the sunlight room, obviously jon finds himself there eventually, floating in the air with his face tilted into the light. it's not the real thing, of course, and it's far, far from being home, but it's better than nothing right now. he certainly stands out against all the white, blue-and-red suit a bright splash of color in the wintry landscape.

he drifts lazily down when he spots someone else braving the chilly weather in the room, until his pointed toes nearly brush the snow. ]


Do you think we're allowed to leave the ship..? I mean, just to check out local systems? [ he tips his head back again to blink into the artificial sunlight. ] This is nice, but it's not.. really the same.


NETWORK
un: superman
do people usually check in for others from home?
this un wasn't taken, so i have to assume i'm the only superman, anyway.
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eskel | the witcher (video game)

[personal profile] thescarredwolf 2023-02-18 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
1.0 - a sign of the times

    [ The last thing Eskel remembers before waking is being frozen in place, trying his damnedest to defend Kaer Morhen, to defend Ciri from the likes of the Wild Hunt. So, needless to say, it is incredibly jarring to wake up in a place that is a far cry from the keep. One could hardly blame him if he wakes with a gasp, a cry of Ciri's name on his lips and reaching for one of of his swords that are no longer strapped to his back, but curiously stowed across the room.

    He certainly doesn't remember putting them there.

    With a hand grasping the pendant around his neck, Eskel slowly rises from the bed and takes a moment to inspect his surroundings only to find that this place is like nothing he's ever seen before.

    Ciri's spoken of being transported to impossible places before, but as far as he can tell, this doesn't match any of them. It's possible that in the panic of the battle she inadvertently tapped into that magic, but...then where is everyone?

    The sound of someone stirring catches his attention, and he wastes no time diving for his sword, ready to fight in the event that one of the Hunt had managed to be pulled with him.
    ]

    Who goes there? [ His voice is deep and harsh, the sign of a man jaded by mistrust, yet the hint of something warm and inviting hidden underneath. ]


3.0 - armed and ready

    [ When one is made for a purpose, it's hard to shake that purpose. Despite aiding Vesemir in maintaining Kaer Morhen in between each winter, he is, after all, meant to fight monsters. And one can hardly fight without the proper weaponry, so it's unsurprising that he chooses the armory for his first stop.

    He scans his options carefully. Although swords are certainly his preference, perhaps it is wise that he learns proficiency in more than one weapon. He can be found scanning his options, though perhaps is a little twitchy if he senses any sudden movement. Just because he has been reassured by the strange voice in his head that he is safe here, he still doesn't quite trust it just yet.

    Then again, trust has never really been his forte.

    If someone should approach him, he might eye them with caution before suggesting a sparring match. One can hardly expect to rely on a teammate if he doesn't know how they fight, after all.
    ]

    I'm handiest with a sword, but I've been told I pick combat up quickly, if there's another weapon you'd prefer. He gestures to the array of weaponry and waits patiently for a response. ]


10.0 - a change is gonna come

    [ As it turns out, Eskel is well-versed in bodily changes. On the one hand, he's endured a horrific amount of pain to get to the state he's currently in, so it shouldn't be jarring, but also when one spends decades on the Path looking a certain way, suddenly finding that you have an actual fucking cat tail to go along with your feline-esque eyes is a little weird.

    Not to mention there's a terrible sense of irony, what with the Cat School being at such odds with his own.
    ]

    Thank Melitele that Lambert's not here, I'd never hear the end of it. [ It's mostly mumbled into his cup, which he hasn't abandoned despite the strangeness of the situation. ] Right, well, guess there's only one way out of this and it's to find the damn orb, so. Shall we? [ This is probably a good time for him to determine the best cause of action to fulfil his personal task, but leave it to Eskel to fixate on the damn tail instead of putting his best foot (or is it a paw now?) forward. ]


w i l d c a r d

    [ If none of these spark joy, please feel free to throw up a starter of your own! Eskel will be more or less exploring the whole station once he's gotten over his initial misgivings, so the world is your oyster ]
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Agent Carolina | RvB | ota

[personal profile] uptightness 2023-02-18 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
// PART I. (1)
[Her eyes snap open as Carolina draws in a breath. For a moment she remains there on the bed, staring at the ceiling and she blinks. There's a momentary confusion, her brain trying to piece together where she is, but she doesn't know. Bolting upwards, Carolina glances around. It isn't familiar, but in some ways it is. She hasn't really had lots of possessions in her life. Growing up as she did, it hadn't left a lot of room for settling down. After her mother's death...

She can't explain it, as much as she would like to, and she really would. She doesn't like things that happen outside of her control, and arriving here as covered her daily quota of bullshit. It's that throbbing in her head, although Carolina is no stranger to that. She's been trained as a soldier, pushed herself, always driven by that desire to do better, to be better, to be the best.

And yet it hadn't always worked out like that. Sure, it might have mellowed out a little since her Freelancer days, but old dogs don't quite just learn new tricks. It's a work in progress, although the whole band experience and watching them squirm had actually been fun.

She scrubs at her eyes and thinks. Where- But it hits her like a splash of cold water. The Reds and Blues. Iris. The arrival of-]


Shit.

[She feels naked, even though she's not. Naked because she is not in her armour, which doesn't happen often. There are others though, in various states of waking. Perhaps her curse has woken them or perhaps they were already waking. She scans over each face, but none are immediately familiar to her, which begs the question-]

Who the hell are you?

// PART II. (3)
[She's an army brat to begin with, and she's always been one that can adapt. It's not that she particularly enjoys being here, but so far she's realized that there's no easy way to depart. Her distrust is at an all time high. So far, she hasn't found any of the Sim Troopers or Wash, but that doesn't put her at ease. They could be here. They could be in trouble. She would never forgive herself if anything else happened to them. They were already dealing with the loss of Epsilon.

So she explores, looking for answers.

An armoury is something that Carolina is familiar with. In a way, it is soothing. Calming. It shouldn't be, in the perfect world, but she's a soldier. A good one, but not always good. Sure, she might have thought it was so, but the truth had been far different from that. She's been trying though. Trying to go better and to be better.

She tests out a few of the knives, flipping them around in her hands, before finding one's balance suits her. She glances around, wondering. She always feels like something is missing when she's not in gear, and would feel better with someone on her person. A knife to three tucked away.]


These up for grabs?

// PART II. (6)
[Curiosity. Curiosity and the want for answers drive her onwards. She's gone through the kitchen, looked around the sunlight room, but eventually finds her way into the lab. She isn't a scientist, although she may have picked up a thing or two over the years, enough to help her get the job done.

Carolina finds herself looking through the chemicals that are on display, going through one after the other. It's clear that there is some pride in the place as it is stocked. But... as Carolina opens the boxes, she questions the sorting system. One appears to have buttons, another gears of all sizes, one with cords and the other a random assortment of what Carolina would call crap.

Still, she pulls one out, turning it around in her hands, and has no idea what the hell it even is that she is holding.]


Do they store everything but the kitchen sink in here?

// ARMOUR
[There's a blue-turquoise-cyan suit of armour. Not quite a knight sort of material, but there is a helmet, various pieces, and it is clear that they all make a whole part. There's also a red headed woman there, seated on the ground, inspecting piece by piece, polishing them in turn. She is meticulous in it, going over every inch.

It is her lifeline, that suit of armour, a second skin to her. From one pile to the other, she works her way from top to bottom. A gun rests on a chair. Another device as well, which if anyone is familiar with it, it a grappling hook. For those that aren't, it may well be a strange looking device.

She's scrubbing at a scuff on a shin piece, and when she becomes aware of someone approaching, she growls out, not even checking to see if they are actually attempting anything.]


Hands off.

// WILDCARD
[Open to others running into Carolina. She can be in civilian clothes or in her armour.]
[ooc; will match any tense]
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harrowhark nonagesimus. — the locked tomb, ota

[personal profile] reverends 2023-02-18 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
GET IT IN WRITING

( as far as new arrivals go, harrow sticks out like something sore and painful in an unpleasant place. less because she goes through all the ordinary avenues one might when first arriving, but because she's — odd. very definitely odd, standing at a humble five foot nothing with a two-handed broadsword attached to her back with chains made out of human bone, the weight of the steel making her walk at an odd angle forward. where? well, there's only one way to find out.

she doesn't see whoever she bumps into as a product of the sheet draped entirely over her face, two eyes cut out of the material like a very sorry looking ghost. on instinct she teeters back, almost falling over with the weight of her sword before steading herself, and immediately launching into —
)

I am Harrowhark Nonagesimus, the ninth saint to serve the King Undying. I am his fingerbone; I am his fists and gestures and — ( the weight effects her again, forcing her back until she hunches forward back bowed. ) And have you seen God?

YOUR NEW NORMAL.

( god says normalcy helps. god says makes soup. harrow is getting quite good.

which is to say there is a soup being cooked in the kitchen, with a short necromancer standing on top of a box and looking into a pot, adding an excellent selection of flavorless nothings that she finds into a vegetable broth, haphazardly sniffing things and throwing them in if the scent isn't too offensive. tame and mild, lots of potatoes, and other vegetables that boil down until she can mash them into imperceptible parts — a new addition to her cooking repertoire. texture is almost as bad as flavor, after all.

at the end she has a gray looking pot of muck that she pours herself a bowl of, even if she feels entirely opposite of hungry, right now. the cooking of it was far more important. to the adjacent mess hall, harrow announces —
)

I made soup.

( as an offering — what a nice sit down dinner. because, while still just on this side of edible, the best part of cooking is all the complaining her efforts receive. at this point she's found a greasy makeup stick that served well enough to paint an intricate skull across her face — one that doesn't seem like it's going anywhere, as she takes a sip of soup.)

wildcard.

( anything else! feel free to hmu on pm or at [plurk.com profile] trashmouth for any questions. harrow is taken rn from harrow the ninth, the second installment in the locked tomb series. )


Edited 2023-02-18 02:13 (UTC)
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allie pressman | the society

[personal profile] vicarium 2023-02-18 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
4.0
( unlike most people who would be frantic about waking up in unfamiliar surroundings, that wasn't the case for Allie. if anything it was all too ironic and while the place itself that was familiar to her, the situation itself of inexplicably going from one place to another was something she has recent experience with.

from all the time she's spent trying to figure out the mystery of what happened to their town and trying to escape it, she wasn't sure how she felt about all of this including the absence of her friends. it was one thing for all the adults in their lives to vanish but without her friends being here, this was something else entirely. it should have been jarring learning she was on a space station and realizing that she was here with being promised that she will be able to undo her biggest regret but if it meant that her sister could be alive then she knew she had to take that chance.

she starts off by wandering down the hallways checking out the different rooms, making a mental note of where things are but the most strange part of it all was seeing people— adults especially being around. She eventually walks into the kitchen, making a beeline straight for the pantry. if you enter the kitchen, you will find her either:


i. searching through the cupboards to see how well stocked they were with food. if this was another situation where they'd need to keep inventory and make sure people were getting the appropriate amount of food before it ran out, she wanted to know sooner rather than later. she doesn't quite know how many other people were here in total but it was a question firmly stuck in her mind ) Hey. What's the deal here with the food supply situation? Is this a free for all or do we have to tell someone what we're taking?

ii. after learning that they are well stocked and supplies come through reguarly, she tries to relax a little and make herself a cup of tea to take the edge off. she gets the teapot ready and is just waiting for it to heat up. ) You want some?
8.0

( her next stop happens to be the supply drop to see if there is anything useless around. she could see there are a variety of items around and she was particularly eyeing the clothing so that she would have a few extras but she does hesitate for a moment ) Huh. They were really weren't kidding about this supply drop.

( her head tilts to look towards her fellow orber who is similarly looking through the pile of items ) You see anything interesting?
10.0

( the simulation was going pretty smoothly so far all things considered since this was a first for her. allie is taking this in complete stride and if this was normal for missions then it'd be a piece of cake. she easily downs the drink that was offered by the bartender but before she starts to wander off and head further into the club, she notices that her skintone has changed and how visibly she stands out from being a shade of bright blue.

she lifts up her hands only to stare at them slightly looking completely bewildered on what was happening to her. did the drink start to make her start seeing things or was this actually happening? she grabs whoever happens to go past )
Hey. Just a quick question for you— not sure if it's just me but did you experience something weird after drinking whatever that bartender gave you?
WILDCARD
( feel free to toss anything else at me with any of the other prompts! )
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Gina Lestrade | The Great Ace Attorney

[personal profile] youre_nicked 2023-02-18 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
1.0 [ Gina has never been anywhere this clean in her life. There are certainly more pressing concerns to be had about waking up in an unfamiliar room after an extremely portentous dream, but it's all she can think as she looks around. What kind of fancy establishment has she found herself in?

She sits up and quickly checks through her pockets, relaxing slightly when she realises nothing's missing.

Then, she gets quietly up from her own bed, leans over the room's other, still sleeping occupant, and sets about checking through their pockets, too. She's very deft about it, clearly a practiced pickpocket, and whoever it is might well have slept through it if it wasn't for the fact that the prerecorded message starts playing right as she has her sticky fingers all the way in there, making her jerk her hand back with a yelp of alarm as she swats at her ear with her other hand. ]



8.0 [ It doesn't take too long for Gina get her head at least some of the way around all this--although perhaps it's the fact that she isn't really fully grasping the situation that lets her calm down about it. Either way, when the second message on her earpiece comes through, she's a lot less freaked out by it. In fact, her eyes light up, and she makes her way to the teleportation platform at once.

You'll find her making a mess of those neat piles as she rummages through the supplies, trying to figure out what any of this is. (She has set one of the stuffed animals to one side, though, and stuffed both of the CDs into her pocket in case it turns out they're valuable.) When another person approaches, she immediately holds out a bottle of shampoo in the direction of their face, pointing at the stylised brand name. ]


Oi. Can you read wot this says?


WILDCARD. Gina is otherwise just skulking around the station peering at things suspiciously, so if you want her for anything else, go ahead!
Edited 2023-02-18 05:30 (UTC)
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nora west-allen ⚡ dctv (the flash)

[personal profile] excessives 2023-02-18 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
⚡ 4.0

[ there is lot of things that nora would say she regrets, mistakes she has made and maybe listening to the voice that she heard in her dreams was one them. she should really know better that undoing one thing from the past will cause a ripple effect in the timeline but with the hope that this might be solution she was looking for, it overrides the doubt she was feeling since she arrived here.

she has already come to the conclusion that being on the space station is pretty amazing and while she could have finished exploring within the blink of an eye using her speed, she doesn't want to draw that much attention to herself either so she takes thing slow but it seems like her stomach as other plans with a very audible growl just as she approaches the kitchen ]
Oops. I guess in all this excitement, I didn't realize how hungry I was.

[she starts searching through the cupboards before going to the fridge to take out anything that looks edible. she isn't too picky but she does end up pulling out quite a bit of food and due to her speedster metabolism, it means her appetite is bigger than most people. it's only when she hears someone else enter that she stops what she's doing and to her credit, she does look a little bit embarrassed]

Oh hey. Did you want some of this? [real smooth, nora. so much for being subtle but that has never been her forte. it might look a bit odd with how much food she was taking out but hey a girl has to check out her options, right?]

⚡ 10.0

[the thing about being from the future is that the simulation room doesn't surprise nora at all but in her curiosity, she does check it out to see how these missions they are supposed to go on are all about.

her surroundings change immediately from the moment she steps inside, she can already hear the music blasting and she can't help but look in awe at the club scenery]
Wow. If all missions are like then I can totally get on board with this.

[it was easy to just accept the drink and it's almost immediate that she notices a change, feeling something on her back. it weirdly felt like it had always been there but as she turns to see, her face brightens right away at the fact she has a brand new pair of feathered wings] Oh my god. This is so schway!

⚡ WILDCARD

[ feel free to run into her elsewhere on the station or choose another prompt, i am down with anything!]
Edited 2023-02-18 05:26 (UTC)
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emily thorne — revenge

[personal profile] unforgives 2023-02-18 08:26 am (UTC)(link)
PART II
3.0

[ Emily didn't trust that any of this real, in fact, she thought it was someone's idea of joke. It seemed way too good to be true that anything she regrets could be undone. She knows better than to trust it and fall prey to the lies and deceit she believes to be work here yet she can't help but agree out of curiosity. It's not like she has anything to lose here either but what she does end up being caught off guard by ending up in space station for how surreal that is.

If she were anyone else, she would have panicked but isn't her style. She remains calm and collected opting to explore her new surrounding and familiarize herself with everything between the layout of the ship to the others who have similarly agreed to this. It is almost predicable that she ends up in the armory and training room with her first thought being that she should arm herself and be prepared for this to trap like she still believes it to be. She doesn't dwell on her skepticism as she wanders into the room, looking around curiously before she spots a machine. She isn't a technology expert like Nolan is but she can easily tell that it seems to have a catalogue of weaponry available along with a variety of other options]


Have you used something like this before? [She doesn't let her facade slip for even a second as turns to whoever is nearby, giving them a warm smile while she points to the machine in front of her]

5.0

[ Emily ventures into the sunlight room at some point during her exploration but not long after enters, her brow furrows in confusion. The vivid scenery around her seeming like she literally stepped outside and is currently taking a walk in park and feeling all too real. She notices that there are other people in the room too and she can't help but wonder if they are seeing the same thing here or if something is messing with her senses ] Are you seeing this too?

It's really impressive that whatever this technology is can make this seem so real.


PART III

[Being at the club feels both nostalgic and like something that was a lifetime ago for her as a girl who came out of juvie and felt like there was nothing but pain and destruction in her DNA. She hasn't been to one of these in a while though since coming to the Hamptons and living up her life through fancy parties and higher class events but it only motivates her more to acclimate to things around here.

Emily knows that the simulation is prepare them for missions so she treats this like she would with her training with Takeda. It doesn't escape her notice that there was something off with the bartender but she sits by the bar but before she even decides to take the offered drink that would permit her to go further, she tries to take advantage of this and use this to ask a few question of her own to other orbers who have decided to partake in this simulation ]
Is this your first practice mission or have you been here long enough to have done a few of them already?


WILDCARD

[ Feel free to find her up and about anywhere else! Tentative canon point is somewhere in season 2 for reference! ]
Edited 2023-02-18 08:27 (UTC)
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nynaeve al'meara | the wheel of time (amazon series)

[personal profile] mashiara 2023-02-18 10:16 am (UTC)(link)
this is not the medbay you're looking for
( Finding her way to where the healers, of whatever kind, worked wasn't difficult once she'd understood the map the voice in her ear had provided. Or had made her aware of. It was unnerving, but not more so than where she'd woken up, even understanding this came as a result of facing a regret she'd voiced in sleep, and then... this. Metal walls, metal ceilings, metal everything, and not one vista outside. A fortress of metal.

She rubbed at one arm stepping into the medical bay, noting the closed curtains around beds of designs unlike any she's familiar with. She frowns, briefly, before shaking it off, focusing instead on the cabinets on one side of the room. Bottles and containers filled it, and she strode over, leaning in to squint at the labels through the glass, attempting to make sense of what she read.

Only a few were self evident, those with alcohol in their names, or a few extracts. Otherwise much of it stands meaningless to her without some book or person to discuss what they were equivalent to, and with her hand drifting down to rest protectively over the satchel at her side with her herbs carefully stored within.
)

Restocking isn't going to be as straightforward as I hoped.

illusions are great, except when they come crashing down
( This is indeed very impressive! Beautiful, lovely, artistry in illusion she admires, yes, but also: )

Is there anywhere here with light strong enough to actually grow anything?

( A woman of priorities. )

there is more than one solution for this, and at least one's simple
( Nynaeve held up the kettle, freshly filled from the sink. Which is convenient, very nice, all this indoor plumbing without worrying about pumping it out, and the kettle came from that stand of some kind.

She sets it back on, hearing a click and a beep, while a light goes on, all very much like magic without remotely feeling anything like magic. Her lips press into a line that thins as she presses the buttons on the side, and the light flashes red again, then goes off. Then another button press, and the light goes green! Then off?

Nynaeve leans back, folding her arms over her chest to avoid tugging at her braid in irritation over being foiled by something she could, indeed, resolve by asking literally anyone to solve for her. Or pretending she has a confidence and training she doesn't have, and trying to use the one power to heat the water.
)

Light, you'd think the voice in our ears would explain things like this, too!

( Because if it's going to speak in her ear anyway, without having asked, it might as well be of further use. Viveca, helpfully, dims the lights a little to fit the mood. )
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T'Challa / Star-Lord | Marvel's What If...?

[personal profile] neverflysolo 2023-02-18 04:18 pm (UTC)(link)
I. Arrival
[It has become a rather strangely familiar sensation to find himself in a place he does not recognize. After the Watcher's interventions to protect their universe, he should not be surprised that someone else might also seek to coerce their cooperation for their own means. Thus he settles himself sitting with casual caution on the bed he awoke on, waiting for whoever his roommate may be to also awaken.

As if he hadn't already checked you over in your sleep, looking for any weapon, useful tools, or sign of danger. No, he looks as if he has been waiting patiently this entire time. He avoided touching, but he does have a very discerning eye should they have anything he would take note of.]


Greetings, friend. Or perhaps I should say I hope we can become so, for I have little knowledge of where we are and may be in need one.

[Giving honesty over lies does often work best in his favor in convincing others to do what he wants.]


II. RECON AND FRIEND-MAKING
[He takes his time as he travels the station. He wants to familiarize himself with every room and its use, and will be making what friends he can while he does so.]

Hm...a rather large station for the number of inhabitants.

[Are you in the armory building weapons? Have you stopped in the kitchen to procure something to eat? Or maybe you're in the often busy lab working with potentially dangerous compounds? Wherever you may be, T'Challa will find his way there, eventually. He is never one to avoid gaining a full scope of his surroundings and if he is to be stuck on this station for an indefinite period of time, he will learn every minute space in it that he can. With respect the boundaries of private living and working spaces, of course.

(Unless he just so happens to be picking locks--merely for practice of course--and one of those locks happens to lead into your personal office in which it was purely on accident and not him being too inquisitive for his own good. Surely not.]



III. SIMULATED CLUB HOPPING
[The simulation room is fascinating, detailed, and to the point T'Challa is rather impressed. Advanced technology is of course familiar to him, but this feels even more so. How very immerse. A good test of his skills before what missions will come later.

He accepts the drink from the bartender, listening to his instructions. A risk certainly, to drink something without knowing the content or effects, but perhaps the leap of faith is part of the test. He could reject it and leave the simulation...but then he wouldn't be a Ravager, would he? And so he takes a careful sip, for flavor, before tilting the drink back and finishing it quickly. It certainly does leave a aftertaste as it goes down, but not an unwelcome one.

His nose twitches. The sounds around him become stronger, louder. Almost too loud for a moment. He reaches up a hand to touch one...only to find his ear is gone and long hare ears that flop down his head and back.]


Ah...so we are expected to blend in then. Very well.

[He is not sure how this transformation assists in that, but he will accept it for what it is an try to make use of it. So he proceeds to mingle. He gets another, non-transformation-inducing drink and holds it as he walks to room, looking to who he may speak to. The fact he has ridiculously long ears means nothing, he will not even comment on it unless someone else does. His focus is on finding the orb and connecting with other teammates also taking part in the simulation.

His own personal "task" of creating a scene will be executed at just the right moment.]
Edited 2023-02-18 16:19 (UTC)
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unohana retsu | bleach

[personal profile] kenpachi 2023-02-18 05:19 pm (UTC)(link)
the armoury

you find a woman, small and slender with a braid that is woven around the front of her neck. she is wearing a captain's haori, and if one happens to possess knowledge of japanese (or asks the earpiece nicely to translate) they will find that its back is emblazoned with the japanese word for four. she is standing in front of the machine that produces weapons, and making thoughtful sounds as she presses buttons — but ultimately, she turns to your character for assistance. she gives your character a warm, matronly smile that wouldn't be out of place on a grandmother more than a woman who seems not to have a specific age one might pin down.

Hello. Do you know if this strange machine can make tea?



flower arrangements;

the white haori is gone, replaced by a soft lilac overcoat adorned with hand-stitched petals. she is kneeling amidst flowers in the sunlight room, and is carefully trimming them and arranging them in a basket. it's done with a deliberation that's difficult to separate out from willful ikebana — the art of flower arrangement. there is a harmony between the colours, the lines, the types of flower.

unohana gives your character a cheerful little nod.


A pity they don't last beyond this room.

or:

Ah! Please take care not to step on that hydrangea, she's quite new.

#justsunlightroomthings.


simulation room;

she catches you outside the simulation room, the gentle placement of a hand on your arm.

Do you have interest in mountain-climbing, perchance? I'm searching for a partner...

pls climb...?



or wildcard me! elevator pitch: unohana is an immortal 'shinigami', or 'soul reaper'. she's the head of the medical division in the afterlife, very sweet and easy going and gentle, which is (spoilers) for (spoiler reasons).
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rey — star war

[personal profile] bigsecret 2023-02-18 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
the sunlight room
[ the desert child is not equipped for the cold and yet she doesn't think to bundle up when she feels the chill of the sunlight room. instead she delves further into the room, fingers brushing against the cold, wet flakes, grin spread across her expression brighter than sunshine. every weather phenomenon that isn't sandstorms or oppressive sun and heat is still a wonder to her and eventually she flops down in a pile of snow, arms and legs spread.

she doesn't need to know what snow angels are to instinctively make one, arms and legs fanning out as she wriggles into the snow that turns her skin pink from the cold. she doesn't seem to care if she as company or an audience either, she laughs, bright and clear, and enjoys the moment. the force isn't in this room because this nature isn't real and as much as rey loves the warmth and company of the force, it's nice, honestly, to feel the emptiness. ]

the lab
[ sat on the floor, rey has the nanny bot in her lap, carefully cleaning all the moving parts and humming conversational noises to the small robot as if she can understand the machine's beeps and bips. ]

Well, this will make you feel better.

the club
No, I don't want to drink anything.

[ the robot bartender is insistent though and rey can't go any further without drinking, but she doesn't want to drink anything so she's stuck, stood with her arms crossed and a flat expression on her face as she tries to work out another way in. one that doesn't involve changing herself in some way.

she's trying to avoid changing who she is! ]


Maybe there is a back door?

wildcard
( go where your heart takes you 🧡 not apping because i can't, but i wanted rey to make snow angels so here we are. )
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Garma Zabi | Mobile Suit Gundam

[personal profile] gawstruck 2023-02-18 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
3.0 Armory
[ Garma wakes up without any pain, which is the first sign that something is terribly, terribly wrong. Even in the best case scenario, his most recent battle should have left him wounded - to feel nothing, that's--

He decides not to finish the thought. As of now, he is in a body that is alive and breathing, and that ought to be good enough. The voice in his ear explains the situation and none of it makes any sense, but that's just as well. I'm a man of the Zabi family Garma thinks intently, like a spell to make himself stronger, and leaves his room.

There is no reason to think the passengers of this vessel are hostile to him, but Garma is still a soldier stuck on a ship of unknown faction. Arming himself doesn't seem like a bad course of action. How practical, then, for the voice to have provided him with a map.

Garma heads straight to the Armory and then stops dead in front of the machine, frowning. ]
What the...

[ He figures out the commands fairly quickly, but when he gets it to spit out a simple handgun, he still does not seem satisfied. If anybody else enters the room, they will find themselves addressed by a haughty looking young man in military regalia. ]

You there. Tell me, are you familiar with this machine? Does it guarantee any quality control on its output?

5.0 Sunlight Room

[ Garma isn't sure if having grown up in a space colony makes this experience more or less confusing. The spaceship he is exploring now is nothing like a Zeon model, nor is it like any Federation ship he's ever studied. That was baffling enough when he was just checking out the regular rooms, but the Sunlight Room takes the cake. Garma steps inside and there is snow on the ground. Snow!! ]

A colony environment on such a small scale...? If they have the technology to construct such a small biotope, then why not just...

[ Don't mind him, he's just musing out loud as he walks and takes in the scenery. If you interrupt him, maybe you can exchange knowledge levels about space living.

But if you come in later, you can find Garma on the bridge. He is now wearing a far more solemn expression as he stares down at the frozen brook. His last moments in his own world are playing in his head again, a fiery hell completely opposed to the tranquil winter world surrounding him. In this state of contemplation, he might not even notice anybody else approaching. ]


9.0 Simulation
[ Whatever Garma had expected out of a mission simulation, a club environment was not it. The first thing that escapes him is a deep sigh. This feels far more raunchy than your average party of nobles, but in essence it's still more of the same... Everyone thinks of him as a socialite, but right now he is not in the mood for merry company. It is almost a welcome distraction when the bartender approaches him and--

Well. That couldn't be more ominous. Garma will turn to whoever has entered the simulation with him: ]


"Effects," he says. It does not seem very prouctive mission training to drug us. I assume we're expected to be sober for the real deal.
Edited 2023-02-18 22:20 (UTC)
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charlotte "chuck" charles | pushing daisies

[personal profile] inspirited 2023-02-19 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
KITCHENS

[ it wasn't the first time that chuck had to deal with something that could be impossible. in fact, she was the prime example of that so when she wakes up on the station only remembering the dream she just had and learning everything else that followed about being able to undo her regret, she is all too excited about the adventures they will be going on.

she makes her first stop in the kitchens and makes herself right at home with getting to work pulling out all the ingredients she needs to some pies right from the regular sized ones to her trademark cup pies ranging from any flavor depends on what she found available at least depending on when you happen to drop but either way she will greet anyone with a bright smile with a small wave as they join her]
Hey. Are you hungry at all?

As you can probably see I got a little carried away and made too much with these pies.

NETWORK → un: chuck

A couple of things:

1. There is pie available in the kitchen for anyone who would like some. I have quite a lot here so you'd be doing me a favor really.
2. I'm still pretty new here and I've been hearing a lot about how dangerous these missions are but for those who have been here longer— but do you have a favourite one? Or what's been your favourite part of it?

Oh! In case it wasn't obvious, my name is Chuck! I look forward to getting to know all of you.


WILDCARD

[ i'm open to any of the other scenarios so go wild! or send me a message via pm if you want to plot out something else!]
Edited 2023-02-19 02:05 (UTC)
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Poison Ivy | Harley Quinn Animated Series - cw: language, sexual references

[personal profile] greenpower 2023-02-19 05:02 pm (UTC)(link)
GET IT IN WRITING | 1.0

[Waking up in a strange room is bad, but it's not, like, so bad in the grand scheme shit that's happened to Ivy in her life. On the scale of next to her girlfriend in Catwoman's condo for a little finger stuff before breakfast to in a secret lab being harvested for pheromones, strange room on its own was maybe a five. Not great by any means, but under normal circumstances quickly rectified. She might not even tear the whole place down on the way out if no one made a fuss about her leaving.

That number gets significantly higher when she reaches out for the nearest plant life and comes back with nothing.

And that is what sits her bolt upright, wide eyed in her new room and looking around around for anything that's not sleek and sliver and and high tech.]


Oh, what in the Apple Store fuck is this?

[She swings her legs out of her bed and twists around. Without anything green, the room feels distinctly like prison.]

I'm going to need a little more than some weird dream voice to make this make sense.


YOUR NEW NORMAL | 5.0

You have got to be kidding me. [Ivy breathes out the words, looking at the picturesque milieu in the sunlight room the way another person might look at a beloved childhood pet that got hit by a car and came back wrong. It's all masterfully detailed, and if the choice of bare leaves and ice wouldn't have been her first pick, there still should have been deep roots just waiting for her to reach out and wake them up.

Instead, there's nothing. Just a deep void where everything natural should have been.

Her voice is low and flat, at distinct odds with her next words:]


This is hell. I've died and gone to hell.

[Not at all dramatic.]


YOUR NEW NORMAL | 6.0

[All right, mission status is currently not great, but give it a little time and Ivy will get her shit together and work on how to make this livable. If she's going to be here, there are going to have to be a few changes. She's not so much the most emotive woman in the world, but that can be a good thing. It can mean she's calm and collected and focused on the goddamn problem. She can't currently get in touch with her powers, but that doesn't mean she's helpless until the next time the crew gets beamed down for a mission, even without so much as a ficus or a succulent in sight.

She's still a botanist and a biochemist. It shouldn't take a doctorate to grow a fucking plant.

She moves through the lab with purpose, clinking beakers and jars as she tries to start a mental inventory of all the equipment and chemicals.]


Sodium nitrate, right? I can work with this.


NETWORK | text; un: toxicodendron
Hi. Hey. New orber here. No need for introductions, thanks. Just thought I'd draw your attention to a little addition in the kitchen. A compost bin! Yay, compost bin. If you could, you know, use it it'd be a real help. If you don't know what goes in the compost, please *ask*. Coffee grounds, egg shells, tea bags, all okay 👍 but if I find the bones from your hot wings in there I will track you down to your room and

Just.

Keep it to compostables. They should have taught you about those in middle school.
♻️

WILDCARD

[You know the drill!]

((ooc: This is just a little voice test for funsies and to play with the setting. No actual plans to bring a supervillain on just now.))
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Dokuga | Dorohedoro

[personal profile] poorquality 2023-02-20 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
4.0
[Dokuga’s walking out of the kitchen, having successfully cooked his first meal here without incident. It’s the first time in a long while that he’s only had himself to cook for, and he’d settled on a dish of rice porridge.

But with the actual meal prep out of the way, he’s left standing in the middle of the mess hall, trying to figure out how he's going to handle the seating situation. After a quick scan of the room, he veers off to the side and more or less…as far away from everyone else as he can possibly be.

At first glance, it probably looks very high school drama; a new, unsociable kid (23 year old) with no friends. But if anyone starts to approach him, Dokuga will nervously slide his food to the side, out of reach. ]


Sorry. Don’t mind me.

8.0
[If someone announces there’s a room full of free stuff up for grabs, obviously Dokuga’s going to drop whatever he’s doing and head straight there.

In fact, this is trip #2. He’d already come in, neatly folded up a pile of essentials, then wandered off to tuck them away in his room. Now it’s time for a second helping, except the things he’s stocking up on are all essentials, toiletries and whatnot. Lots of toothpaste, toilet paper, lots of disinfectant wipes…The CDs and all the fun stuff stays untouched.

Arms stuffed full, he pauses mid-grab for a toothbrush; eyes widening as something occurs to him. He turns to whoever’s closest--]


There’s not going to be a tab at the end of all this, is there?

11.0
[Dokuga really has the worst luck. ‘Get up on stage and perform’ huh?

Sure, he might look like a boyband member, but. Really? This is a guy who barely knows how to raise his voice anymore. How’s he supposed to rewire that into singing?

Well…even if this is some sort of practice mission, he is going to take it seriously. If he can’t handle a little stage fright, how’s he supposed to deal with anything worse?

So, if he’s going to do this, it’s kind of a toss up between which is the more embarrassing option. Getting up there and singing alone or begging someone to come belt one out with him. In the end though, he doesn’t know these people. Best to just get it over with on his own as quickly as possible.

Dokuga clambers up onto the stage, grips onto the microphone and waits for the next song to start.

His voice is…maybe not the worst anyone’s ever heard? But he’s grimacing through every single word like it’s actual torture. It’s earning some questioning looks from the patrons, and that in turn seems to make his grimace worsen. By the time the song reaches the first chorus (an eternity later), he’s decided he’s had enough of sticking it out alone and starts scanning the crowd for a fellow crew member. As he spots one, he locks gazes with them, eyes screaming what he hopes says “please help me”.]


Wildcard!
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Kettara Bloodthirst | World of Warcraft | OTA

[personal profile] oldtonew 2023-02-20 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
2.0 — Infirmary

[ Kettara wakes with a start, sucking in a harsh breath—bracing, instinctively, for a flash of pain, for the tide to suck her back under. She was in pain earlier, wasn’t she? She was dying in her master’s arms, wasn’t she?

It comes back in starts and stops. The fire. The Grimtotem. A traitor in the woods, leading them all to ruin.

Silently, Kettara pushes herself upright. She’s been dressed in thin, strange-smelling fabric. Her armor is gone. And there is the sound of someone stirring near her.

Her ears flatten. ]


Who’s there?

3.0 — Armory

[ This place, at least, is familiar. Kettara knows armories, knows the weight and proper reverence of weapons masters, though there are none here that she can see. Just a machine hooked to a pedestal that she’s currently squinting at, trying to determine its workings. She’s heard of such things, goblin magic and engineering bound together in strange marriage, but the workings are beyond her.

Still—

She cants her head, rising to her full height when she spots someone wandering close by. She’s tall, green, and with Fel-touched eyes. She is not human and most things appear to be around here. This is a dangerous observation: it leaves her out of place.

Nonetheless, she does not balk. She lifts her chin, displaying her tusks. ]


Do you know how to use this?

5.0 — Sunlight Room

[ It’s strange to exist in this place. Kettara sits cross-legged on the floor, her hands resting loosely on her knees. She’s found borrowed clothes with soft fabric and a strange, astringent smell to them. A human smell, she’s decided. She’s not fond of that, but the bargain was struck and this is the beginning and the end of it. Thus, she will endure.

She breathes in. She breathes out. The sunlight feels real against her skin, but what whispers to her from the elemental plane is—different. Distant. A cool breeze rises and Kettara’s nose wrinkles: there’s a new scent now. Someone approaching.

She opens her eyes slowly. ]


Hello.

[ Her ears flick back. She’s tall, and green, and she knows very well how such things can be taken. Still, she doesn’t rise to her full height. She waits, watching intently. Hello, stranger. ]

Wildcard

[ Hit me up at [plurk.com profile] mirrorfaded if you’re in the mood for something else. ]
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Johnny Blaze | Ghost Rider

[personal profile] hellforleather 2023-02-20 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
PART I. - The Infirmary [cw: parasites, alcoholism, brain surgery.]

[Johnny's no stranger to waking up in strange, unfamiliar environs with little to no memory of the events that proceeded his arriving God Only Knows Where. Comes with the territory, when you got a pissy black-ops Angel grafted to your soul who likes to hijack your body to remind the world it was crafted by the hands of a vengeful God.]

[It's also part and parcel of self-medicating your myriad of mental woes with enough alcohol to make a horse go blind, but judging by his distinct lack of a hangover, something tells Johnny he didn't drink his way into whatever fresh mess he's landed in this time. But then again, judging by the fact he's still fully clothed and not covered in soot and flesh wounds, this probably wasn't a Rider related blackout either.]

[Which means...]

[Well, fuck if Johnny knows what it means. Nothing good, if it's happening to him. That's a given.]

[He sits himself up, drags his bleary eyes across the room to try and take stock of his situation. He's in a hospital, he thinks, or at least a place that's made to look like one. They've got him all hooked up to different lines, an IV and one of them pulse monitor things that'll probably start screaming if he tries to take it off – a thought which occurs to him only after he's already impulsively pulled the monitor off his finger, because of course it does. Of course his common sense only kicks in after he's already indulged in some lizard-brained dumbshittery.]

[Welp. Looks like now he's gonna have to make a break for it without any sort of exit strategy or even half an idea of where the exits are. A tall order to be sure, but he's been in rougher spots and even more dire straights. He can manage it, he just needs to get up and -]

[...And immediately crumple to the floor like a puppet with its strings cut because Orthostatic hypotension is a bitch, and also he's a dumbass who thought it was a good idea to stand up after he just had his brain carved like a Christmas ham.]



PART II. - The Lab

[Johnny's not a man of science. He's got about as much business being in a lab as a preacher's got being in a brothel, but it seems like if he wants a bike in this place, he's gonna have to make one from scratch – which is fine, that ain't the hard part. He built his first bike when he was nine years old out of junkyard scrap, he can fix himself something usable real easy provided he's got the tools and the parts.]

[It's finding the parts that's the most difficult, time-consuming, pain-in-the-ass part of the whole venture, since whoever stocked this place didn't see fit to sort anything in any sensible way. He's got a mental list of all the things he still needs to find, a list that hasn't gotten any shorter in the past half-hour – partly because he's taken it upon himself to actually sort and label things as he pulls them out of their boxes, and partly because he found the chemistry section of the lab and has been sipping straight ethanol for the entire duration of this bike-building scavenger hunt.]

[Was that an unwise decision on his part? Absolutely. Is he going to keep drinking pure ethanol knowing full well what a terrible, horrible, no-good idea it is? Also yes.]

[But hey, nobody should let the fact he's day-drinking in a lab full of volatile chemicals and equipment deter them from making use of the space, or asking him for help. Sure, there's the occasional bewildered or disgruntled swear coming from the part of the lab he's designated for himself, but that's just because he's a redneck and even he's appalled by the lack of organization in this workshop.]

[Upon opening particularly offensive box, filled to the brim with a haphazard mix of nuts, bolts, and washers of various sizes, Johnny can't help but take a step back and marvel at the grade A disaster he's got to sort through.]


...Well, fuck me.

[Good thing he already got a head start, because this mess is enough to drive a man to drink.]


PART II. - The Kitchen

[What Johnny ought to do is make himself a full, healthy meal to make up for all the rough living he's been doing since escaping Hayden Falls. That would be the smart, responsible thing. The doctor recommended thing.]

[But Johnny's never made a good decision in his life and he doesn't see the point in starting now, so he's just gonna go ahead and indulge in some good old-fashioned comfort food.]

[Which, for Johnny's carnie ass, means deep-fried everything. ]

[Anyone tempted by the smell of corn dogs, funnel cake, and kettle corn will be pleased to note that Johnny seems to be making larger portions than any one man could possibly eat – either because he's deliberately considering others, or because he just couldn't be bothered to convert the big batch recipes in his head to smaller units of measurement.]

[Either way, there's extras for anyone who feels like indulging in a little delicious trash food – something Johnny's quick to point out to anyone who walks into the kitchen.]


Help yourself.

[He nods towards the menagerie of carnival food staples that he's set out on one of the counters, along with their associated condiments. He could've just let folks figure themselves out on that front, but since he already went through the trouble of making extra in the first place, he figured he might as well set all the extras up too.]

Funnel cake don't keep, so it's gotta get ate up while it's still hot.

[Says the Carnie Sage, wise in the ways of fried food.]


WILDCARD!
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Goro Akechi | p5r

[personal profile] murderingjustice 2023-02-20 02:04 pm (UTC)(link)
1. Waking up

[When Akechi wakes up for the first time in the white room his mind immediately fly off to Maruki’s Palace. Had he passed out mid-mission? Does that mean they had failed and still stuck in that shitty fake utopia? The thoughts rile up the mix of anxiety and frustration within him, making him clench his fists grit his teeth together to prevent himself from shouting out loud.

The moment passes quickly however as it hits him that his clothes have returned back to normal. So, he wasn’t in metaverse anymore… But if that was the case then where was this? His attention is t strange feeling in his ear.]


The. Fuck. Is. This?! [With a deep growl Akechi begins to tear the implant off with a force, letting out a loud angry groan when it his efforts proves out to be for nothing. The fuck is going on?!]

You! [He jumps off the bed and quickly walks across the room where other person was still sleeping.] Wake up damnit!

[he shouts, all ready to flip the person off the bed if necessary. So yeah.
Sorry not sorry for the not so pleasant wake up call]


2. Armory

[Ok. The now that the initial shock has passed for the most part Akechi finds himself feeling… uneasy, let’s say. Spaceship, multiple different dimensions a chance to fix his previous mistakes. None of this sits well with Akechi. The chances that there’s anyone here who’s ever heard of the charming Detective Prince or the criminal behind the mental shutdowns who tormented whole Tokyo. In a way, there’s a chance for him to start a new and be the person he had wanted to be all those years ago. But.. none of that would be real, would it? Just another mask to be worn in order to get people like him.

But first things first. Before he can think any further about his role in this new community he’s found himself from he needs to make sure he has his base covered. So, the first place where he heads off is the armory. After all, outside of the metaverse his gun is nothing but a replica, realistic looking toy.

Admittedly, the state of armory isn’t exactly quite what he had in his mind. But supposedly it makes sense.]


Are we allowed to use this machine without supervision? That seems quite irresponsible. [You never know what kind of maniacs and murderers and what not are hiding among them.]

3. Clubbing.

[Originally Akechi had been very reluctant to accept a drink from the hosts. It was only common sense not to indulge blindly in any goods that are handed out by suspicious figure is just common sense to him. But after requesting a nonalcoholic one he really had really no other choice than accept it and move forward. He walks further in the club with the glass in his hand, not quite drinking from it just yet. First he wanted to see if there was any side effects by observing the others.]

They seem to have pretty easy-going alcohol law here. Or then they are just flippant about corrupting minors. [A joke. Kind of at least. It's accompanied by a sardonic grin.]

4. Wildcard!! Hmu with a starter or alternative scenario.
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ade bennett | the wess'har wars | OTA

[personal profile] landing_lights 2023-02-21 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
i. arrival

[ The dream does not strike Ade as odd.

Why wouldn’t he dream about regrets? He certainly has plenty enough for his sleeping brain to dwell on. Perhaps it’s a little odd that he’d dream of them without memories—not his, nor Shan’s, nor Aras’s—but even he has these more formless dreams sometimes. So he wakes and turns over without opening his eyes, a bit bemused but not particularly unsettled… until he registers just how cold it is and how quiet. Have Shan and Aras already got up? He stretches an arm out, searching for another body in the bed with him and finding none. He can’t smell them, either…

The realization hits him like ice water: this isn’t their bed.

Just like that, he’s up like a shot. His eyes dart around the room in confusion, heart pounding. The sterile, clinical setting does nothing to reassure him, nor does the just-woken figure in the bed across from him—especially if they’re human.

His first thought, naturally, is that he’s been captured—that the FEU or Sino-states or someone had managed to get their hands on him to drag back to Earth. But… why wouldn’t they restrain him in that case? And why is he in a room with another person?

He backs away on instinct, almost hitting the wall behind him in his attempt to make space. ]


Who are you? [ he demands, an edge of panic in his voice. ] Where— [ He looks around again, looking for identifiers and finding none in the white-walled room. ] Where are we?



ii. the sunlight room

[ He’s trying to calm down.

The voice in his ear had provided him an explanation for why he’s here and even if it feels incomplete, it’s still better than being captured. Even so, he’s agitated. He shouldn’t be here. He’s a contagion, an outbreak risk. And Shan and Aras must be worried sick.

He ends up in the sunlight room, seeking a distraction. The little nature scene is better than the sterile halls of the station—and he certainly fits in with the weather in his arctic camo fatigues—but there’s still something off about the place. His nose wrinkles as he comes to a stop under a snow-laced tree. ]


Doesn’t smell right in here, [ he mutters. ]


iii. change of face

[ It’s just a simulation. Right?

The drink itself doesn’t seem to do much, though perhaps that’s just the result of c’nataat neutralizing its effects like it does with alcohol. He looks himself over just to be sure, but he can’t find anything that’s changed. He looks up at his crewmate with a shrug. ]


Guess it was a dud.

[ Of course, he has no way of knowing that his eyes are now completely black. ]

Edited 2023-02-21 13:03 (UTC)
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Stiles Stilinski | Teen Wolf

[personal profile] mensrea 2023-02-22 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
part ii. your new normal // 3.0
[So, you presumably visited the armory in the interest of constructing a weapon. Sorry, pal. The machine is currently in use. And—judging by the impressive (and steadily growing) collection of varied weaponry set out across the floor—it doesn’t seem like that’s about to change anytime soon. There is a young man operating the machine, his whiskey-warm brown eyes sparing you only a cursory, dismissive glance before returning to the console. After inputting a series of instructions, he leans back to watch with a dispassionate look. The machine obliges him; a katana drops to the surface of the pedestal, blade gleaming wicked under the fluorescent lights. Stiles picks it up by the hilt, his awkward and uncertain grip betraying a clear unfamiliarity. Despite this, the teen’s gaze is sharp with intensity as he scrutinizes the sword.]

Yeah, but can it fold into a belt? [he scoffs suddenly, tone critical. Waving a hand in your general direction, Stiles continues, this time addressing you directly,] Watch your feet.

[Clatter! The katana has been unceremoniously dumped to the floor behind him, joining—it may occur to you—what can only be a reject pile. Little commonality appears to exist between the spurned weapons; firearms, bows, slings, daggers, swords, clubs, and even brass knuckles rest forgotten on footprint-smudged tiles, like discarded props from a school play. Stiles has already returned to the control panel of the machine, fingers tapping on the screen with yet another equation.

Guess someone has no intention of sharing.]

part ii. your new normal // 5.0
[While most visitors might find some semblance of peace in the sunlight room, a dark storm appears to be raging across the expression of one teenage boy where he stands at the curved peak of the bridge. Stiles scowls down over the parapet at the oblivious brook, glare so heated that it’s a wonder the ice hasn’t melted. The scene here should paint a pretty picture—and yet all he can find himself thinking about is Theo fucking Raeken. Is this how Tara died that fateful night so many years ago? Paralyzed by the frigid cold of the stream, begging her indifferent brother to please help her? Stiles can imagine the betrayal too easily, but maybe that’s because his life lately has been punctuated by stinging betrayal after betrayal, each orchestrated by that piece of shit, Theo. If Scott had just listened to him… If Scott had just believed him…]

What? [he snarls uncharitably upon your approach, his bitter thoughts determined to circle the drain. A moment passes, tense. Then, countenance shifting—closing, shuttered tightly—he sighs and sets aside the past. For now.] …Sorry. Didn’t mean to bite your head off.

[His mouth quirks in a lopsided smile like an olive branch. The apparent warmth of it fails to reach his eyes.]

So, you new too? Or do I have the honor of meeting a veritable vet?

part iii. change of face // 10.0
cw: underaged drinking
[The drink—having invoked a sweet, precious memory of his late mother—has managed to draw Stiles out of the tempestuous mood that’s plagued him since arrival. He leans against the bar, pleasantly buzzed on alcohol, and studies the clubbers in thoughtful silence. Behind him, a fan of nine fox tails lazily twitch. Anyone even modestly acquainted with kitsune lore might recognize the potential connection. As pissed as he’d been upon their abrupt appearance—“Seriously? Is this some kind of cosmic joke? Ha. Ha, ha, ha.”—Stiles is taking the cosmetic change in stride now. After everything that’s happened back in Beacon Hills, it only makes a twisted kind of sense that his body would eventually mirror his monstrous insides. What was it that Theo said to him, again? Oh, that’s right. “You’ve still got more blood on your hands than any of us.”]

I’ll toast to that! [he declares with a dangerously saccharine kind of cheer, apropos of nothing. Meeting your gaze, he winks.] Hey, wanna join me? Sure you do.

[A few bushy tails begin to bully you, trying to usher you closer to his side.]

To our spontaneous and totally heartfelt new friendship! [Without waiting for you to make your own toast, he knocks back his current tumbler and then smacks his lips obnoxiously. If you hesitate to follow suit, Stiles will shoot you an unfriendly, measuring look.] What’re you waiting for, buddy? Bottom’s up. We’ve got work to do.

part iv. network
un: The artist formerly known as Robin
Truth or dare?
Awesome, thanks for picking truth, it’s like you read my mind, wow, amazing.
Before you woke up in this place
(which, by the way, very cool, totally not giving me Ridley Scott “Alien” vibes or anything, space dramas ALWAYS end with a happily ever after for everyone involved)
had you ever killed someone?
If no, did that change after being here?
Remember, lying during truth or dare was made illegal in the 2011 Geneva Convention.

part v. wildcard
( ooc | None of these prompts work for you but you’re interested in threading? Feel free to hit Stiles up with something different or plot with me! For reference: Stiles is seventeen years old and taken from the start of Teen Wolf season 5b, episode 1. If you have any questions, let’s chat! )
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cirilla "ciri" fiona elen riannon | the witcher (netflix)

[personal profile] heyciri 2023-02-22 09:46 am (UTC)(link)
i. get it in writing | 1. wake up
( The room she wakes in holds more than one bed, and may have more than one body sleeping at the time her eyes open, a thread of panic and a nightmare chasing the certainty of what she claimed as a regret. She sits up with a gasp, twisting herself off the side of the bed and to her feet. Bare, they press against the cool metal of the station's flooring, eyes scanning for anything familiar.

There—her pack, shoes, what small contents had been in her room the night before. She pulls out the trousers, stepping into them without more than a pause for balance. Ciri heads out the door with her vest pulled over one arm, wrestling her other arm through as a voice speaks to her mind: unfamiliar, that voice, but familiar, that contact. Just surprising enough that the first thing she does in turning out the door is jerk back abruptly to not bump into someone passing by at normal speed.
)

... Hello. ( The barest pause, and she finishes shoving her arm through the vest and pulling it to her front, working the leather lacing through by touch. Searches for something to ask, coming up a stunning blank. Then: ) Can you direct me to the kitchen?

( Whatever else she needs to figure out about what this decision has landed her in, food is going to be a constant. Right? )

ii. your new normal | 3. armoury
( Settling in has gone faster than she might have expected, the largest irritation being the limitation of the station's space. The darkness visible outside the windows is unrelenting reminder enough of one improbability made truth: they're beyond individual worlds, self contained in this space, cut off but for the portals operated by Viveca and the other one, whose name slips her memory in the moment.

What she's resolved is this: to tap at the flat surface of the making machine until she finds one that matches the short, wooden-like blade she was looking for. Then pressing her finger on all sorts of icons until the machine purrs itself to life to build.

Then immediately turns off again, blinking an error on its screen. She frowns down at it, tapping the images to change it back to working, to little avail.
)

What makes you work?

network | un: lioncub
What were you least prepared for? When you had your first mission. Or on any mission going after these orbs.

wildcard
( hit me up with anything set on station, or send a pm and we can plot! )
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olivia dunham | fringe

[personal profile] cortexiphaned 2023-02-26 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
#1 — AN UNFAMILIAR ROOM

[ Olivia isn't the sort to panic — at least not outwardly. She's got far too much training and has been exposed to far too many oddities through her work lately, that when she comes to in an unfamiliar room, the only real giveaway is the sharper intake of breath through her nose. She doesn't bolt upright, doesn't scream; instead, she takes in what she can see from the bed without moving first, assessing the space for any movement or immediate threats.

Which is how she realizes there's at least one other occupied bed in the room. Whatever that person's reaction, it's enough to have her sitting up, shifting almost instantaneously to protection mode. ]


Hey. [ It's said quietly in a gentle, even tone despite how her stomach roils at the clinical sparseness of the room. She reaches a hand out even though the beds aren't close enough for her to touch the other person. ] It's alright. You'll be alright, just take a breath. Can you tell me your name?


#3 — YOUR NEW NORMAL | ARMORY

[ For anyone that knows Olivia (which seems to be exactly no one, at least so far) it's hardly a surprise that the first place she seeks out after getting her space legs underneath her is the armory. It doesn't feel right, not having a weapon on her — preferably a gun, but she'll settle for anything if that isn't an option. She finds her way... not easily, necessarily, but without getting too terribly lost and steps into the room, pausing a step or two inside to survey everything.

Nothing about it feels particularly familiar, especially considering the lack of weapons, so she admittedly doesn't get too far on her own. When she finds someone to approach — either a person who was already in here when she arrived, or comes in after her — Olivia will offer a polite smile. ]


Sorry to bother you, but do you know how we're supposed to get weapons if there... aren't any?


THE OBLIGATORY NETWORK OPTION

UN: DUNHAM
How long have you been here?


WILDCARD

hmu with whatever! if you wanna plot specific stuff, feel free to pm me. c: also, forgive the rust; i haven't played liv in 84 years but i miss her and think she'd be super fun in this game.
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Naruto Uzumaki 🍥 Naruto (ota)

[personal profile] kagebunshin 2023-03-05 08:32 am (UTC)(link)
// PART I // INFIRMARY

--And I'm telling you, it's fine y'know!!

[Naruto's arrival had him confined to a bed in the infirmary, with scientists or doctors or whoever the hell these people were hovering over him. In fairness to them, if someone showed up with what seems to be a transplanted arm, it should probably get checked out. Things only got weirder as tests and scans begin to show that it's partly his dna, partly not, and why the hell is there genetic code resembling trees in there?

The screeching doesn't stop as the blond teen is doing his best to scramble out of the bed, he doesn't have time for this!]


I already told you guys, I'm fine! I don't need any anti-- anti..uh.. whatever those pills were, I don't need it! Granny Tsunade grew this arm for me and it works just fine! [So there!]

[Slipping past the doctor (?) hovering over him, Naruto is free at last..! Until he realises that he is still in some very blue, very boring hospital wear.]


Uh.. hey. Gimme my clothes back. I gotta go, y'know!

// PART II // KITCHEN

[Being abducted is hard work! After moseying around the facility for a bit, hoping to either find someone he knows or something that give him a clue on how to get home, Naruto eventually comes across the kitchens.

His stomach rumbles, right on cue.

If anyone happens to enter they will find Naruto sitting on the shoulders of one of his own clones, using the extra boost in height to check out the top shelves of some sort of pantry.]


C'mon, Ramen-chan~ I know you're in here~

// NETWORK //

[a text entry appears but it seems to be a bunch of jumbled garbage as someone or something appears to be struggling with teaching naruto how to use the network features.]

Username: Uh- Naruto?

I don't really get how thinking about something can send messages? It doesn't make sense.
Unless it's a super cool mind transfer jutsu like Ino's! Is that what this is? Can I use that now?
Whaddya mean it ain't?
Yeah-- I'm thinking about it now! I see it!
I dunno how that's gonna send to people though.
And how do you know what's going to be sent? What if you're trying to think about a message but then you think about something else? Is it gonna add it in too?
Ugh, I really gotta take a leak..
Okay okay-- I get it! This is Naruto Uzumaki y'know!
Okay-- I'm thinking about sending it, let's see....
Oh wait- no I gotta delete tha-
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carswell thorne. — the lunar chronicles, ota

[personal profile] rampions 2023-03-10 02:16 pm (UTC)(link)
GET IT IN WRITING

( the sensation of being in space is not unfamiliar to carswell thorne — that is to say, captain carswell thorne, the highly sought after (see: criminal on the run) spaceship cadet (as in, not actually a captain at all) of the american republic military. he is, as one might imagine, entirely in his element among the stars, sort of, and therefore well equipped, a little, to handle this situation with the grace one might expect from a dashing, darling solider such as him.

unfortunately, his eyes have still not gotten the memo to be useful, and so he is wandering the halls of the ximilia, a bandage tied around his head to cover his eyes and uncooperative vision, palms flat on the wall while he makes his way forward, following the map that is miraculously in his mind despite his eyes, towards the control room, which he imagines is probably exactly where a blind pilot should be, if he wants to take over the station and use it for his own means.

after inching along, bumping into every fixture in his way, carswell takes a step back, frowning, before kicking his foot out at the nearest wall and listening for the reverb.
)

This is not a Rampion. And definitely not my Rampion. ( as if that's an astute observation. after a beat, he shrugs, grinning at himself. ) Well, at least no one's shooting at us, Thorne! Though, that sounds like the kind of thing you'd say before you were going to get shot.

( the thing about loosing senses enhancing other ones is mostly true though, and his hearing is a little keener just because it has to be. of course, spaceships creak and groan on their own, but there's a little weight to it here — someone behind him. he spins around. ) Who's there? You don't have a gun, do you?

NETWORK
un: CAPTAIN_THORNE
hello fellow orb-inclinded people of the ximilia experience, let me introduce myself — i am capatin thorne, a world class spaceship pilot from planet earth. so basically, now that i'm here, we're all going to knock this out of the park, as long as you do exactly as i say! okay? i do this sort of stuff all the time. kinda!

anyway, how good would any of you say you are in the doctoring profession? like, on a sliding scale from biblical miracle to "cybernetic enhancements couldn't hurt, probably", where do the best of you fall?

over and out!

WILDCARD

( anything else! feel free to dm me for more info/plotting reasons.)

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