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ximilia mods ([personal profile] ximilian) wrote in [community profile] ximiliugh2021-08-19 10:36 am
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AUGUST TDM.

T D M . 0 3

// PART I. all that glitters  


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

The words, when they die out, leave you in emptiness — despairing, all-consuming, the kind that invites only the worst thoughts. What have you done? What have you agreed to do?

But then, from the emptiness, a golden light shines, and as you reach for it —

you wake up.

1.0   Perhaps it was less the golden light in your dream and more the insistent feeling of something metallic poking your side repeatedly, making beeping noises… wait, beeping noises?

When you look down, you’ll see a small robot staring at you and looking less than happy (maybe it has something to do with your disheveled state, maybe it's still mad about having to clean up after a certain pizza-induced mess). When you get up, it unleashes a series of beeps — and then furiously starts to scrub the floor.

Yes, the floor — instead of waking up in a bed, you find yourself lying on a hallway, white walls and white floor surrounding you. You don’t have long to stare at the minimalistic look of everything around you before the little bot starts poking you again, the word MOVE blinking across its visor.

So better get out of its way! Perhaps you’re on the hallway on your own and leave on your own… or perhaps there’s someone else, sleeping near you. Maybe do them the courtesy of waking them up before this little angry bot does! Or perhaps you’re the poor soul still sleeping and needing a rescue before the beeps make it to you.


2.0   If you need a visit to the infirmary, the situation may be more dire — perhaps there’s blood on the wall that you wake up against, your clothes may be dirty or ragged… whatever it is that has happened to you before waking here and has left you injured, it sure doesn’t create a reassuring sight. Best get to the infirmary as soon as possible.... with some assistance, perhaps.

Once upright, 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. the new staycation  


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

3.0   The most pressing question that you might ask yourself is: but where will I stay? The question is answered once you walk through the winding white corridors to the common area. Behind it, there are three types of rooms: those with one bed, two beds and four beds. The rooms are clinical yet clean, and sparsely-furnished — and most importantly, most are occupied. So be prepared to get some roomies!


4.0   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.

And speaking of weapons: to put it to good use, head to the training room, where the entire purpose is to provide you with a space to spar and train to your heart’s content!


5.0   After you’ve exhausted yourself training, it’s time to grab a bite. For that, you should head to the kitchen, which… seems to be filled with a lot of leftovers: takeout boxes with an assorted collection of pizza slices, kung pao chicken, lamb curry... not to mention the entire tray of chocolate brownies. Feel free to eat your fill — or if takeout isn’t your cup of tea, open one of the large fridges to pick fresh ingredients and make your own lunch.


6.0   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. A new addition is a flower garden where there once was a meadow — now, roses, camellias, lilies and dozens of other flowers sway in the wind, all varieties in their own flower beds, with a winding path of stones leading through them. The path leads to where a bridge rises over a sparkling, babbling brook.

Here, 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.


7.0   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!


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

// VIVECA.AI
Hi everyone, just letting you know there’s a new supply drop. It should be a little more… well, organised than before. If you made requests for items earlier, you should find them in a separate pile near the platform.

Indeed, the platform near the personal quarters is still whirring with power, and new items form neat piles 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. bright young things  


(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   If you’ve been given a particular body change that might aid you in this mission, do not use it to your advantage.

B   Team up with a fellow Orber to uncover the hidden location.

C   Get up on stage and put on a performance during the simulation. Your song choice will determine the outcome of success in your investigation.

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F Y I

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FOR SOME FUN:

Have a listen for some clues about the second mission.
(Hint: there are four clues in total.)


NAV

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10th Doctor | Doctor Who| OTA | Prose or brackets :)

[personal profile] borntolove 2021-08-20 06:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Part 2: Exploring the space station

[Ten isn't exactly sure how he ended up here. However, that hasn't stopped The Doctor before with going forward. First things first basic questions. What space ship is this? What is the purpose? The Doctor is a rather bean-pole man with fluffy brown hair and in a blue-pin-stripe with - red sneakers. Who is poking some kind of device at a computer terminal. Dead-lock.

On occasion he will ask someone in the hallway or room asking, "Excuse me, what spaceship is this? Where are we headed? What is the mission? Have you seen a blonde around here?"

The Doctor might notice someone injured and will immediately rush over; "Hang on there, how can I help you?"

Ten continues on - into the the armory room. The Doctor carefully walks around the machine, his eyes seem to be trying to decode what this does. Doesn't take him long that this makes weapons of some sort. That doesn't please him in the slightest.

If he should hear anyone in the the training room he will peek on in.

He can also be found in the lab - digging though the mess. The look of happiness on his face like it's Christmas. He is also licking various unmarked jars to see what those are.

The Doctor is also in the the sunlight room, "Got yourself everything on this ship. Even the bio-forest with the sun simulation." Someone is beaming because he can't help but see the beauty.

Bright Young Things

The Doctor with his tie around his head is doing his giraffe dance. He might have bumped into you by mistake with his - strange dancing.

Ten will also be at the bar enjoying a few drinks. Maybe you sit next to him;
"How long have you been aboard?"

"Whut? Wut? Oi! What's all this nonsense about an orb?"

Don't mind the few flirtish expressions in your direction.

Wildcard

Hit up his journal or pp me at [plurk.com profile] weefolk
Edited 2021-08-20 18:48 (UTC)
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Percival I’m Not Putting His Whole Name Down De Rolo | Critical Role

[personal profile] whitestonelives 2021-08-20 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
3.0

[The room’s empty when Percy walks in, so he thinks nothing of setting himself up on the bed and starting work on a couple of things, like, say, repairing the broken gun he came in with. Thank the gods, he supposes, for this downtime, because out in the field in the middle of a fight he’d have much less time than he’d like to be able to get this thing working at all, let alone make improvements to it and a couple other things.

Pick this moment to come inside, and you’ll find your new roommate painstakingly working on what looks like a gauntlet laid out on the bed. He’s pretty engrossed in it, but looks up when he hears the door opening.]


Oh, good evening. I don’t suppose you know if there’s a forge around here somewhere?

4.0

[Using the training room? There’s a guy coming in with a semiautomatic rifle from the armory and a steampunk-looking pistol holstered on his belt. He sets himself up near the shooting range, sights down the targets, and starts shooting. He looks almost surprised at the ease of it, as though he’s much more used to this being difficult, but quickly slides into something of a rhythm.

He’s not half-bad. He’s apparently not used to the more modern or futuristic make and model of what he’s picked out from the armory, but he quickly gets the hang of it. Eventually the rifle clicks empty, and Percy sets it to the side, takes out the pistol, and pulls the trigger.

It misfires, and, here’s a strange sight, it lets off a strange lightning-like magic that jolts through Percy’s arm. Percy lets out a pained curse, his free hand briefly coming up against his forehead as if he’s dealing with a bitch of a headache, before he sucks in a breath and straightens up. Looks down at the gun and shakes his head.]


This again. [Just going to check Animus over, apparently unruffled by the fact that it gave him a hell of a headache.

Approach, and he’ll look up. Politely:]
Is there anything I can help you with?

7.0

[So there’s this guy who’s been in the lab for like, hours now, clearly in the middle of Inventing Something. He has not left the lab unless someone has come in to make him eat and drink, and otherwise is all too focused on what looks sort of like a set of tubes that could be mistaken for spray paint cans.

He steps back, inspects them critically. Then he turns around and hands one to the nearest person.]


This is a smoke bomb—should aid you in an escape if you ever need to make another one. Should. Ordinarily I’d be more confident in it working as it should, but I’m—not quite so used to the materials I’m working with here.

[He’s from a high fantasy world that has only just figured out gunpowder thanks to him. This lab is way more advanced than his own forge back in Whitestone.]

Do you want to try it out first, see if it works? [Because frankly he’s itching for it.]

wildcard

[If none of the above options work for you, lmk at [plurk.com profile] mollymauktealeaf and we’ll work something out! Or you can just comment with a different scenario! Percy will be all over the ship doing some exploration and boggling at the fact that they’re in space.]
Edited 2021-08-20 19:05 (UTC)
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Sayo | Mushi-Shi

[personal profile] memoryboxes 2021-08-20 07:22 pm (UTC)(link)
I. All That Glitters | Hallways


[Maybe you're unfortunate enough to be awoken by this sound:

A VERY LOUD AND STARTLED YELL OF PANIC.

One would think the sky is falling, or perhaps someone is getting attacked by space aliens, or whatever sudden image comes to mind when someone shrieks with such fear. But upon sitting up and observing, the reveal is not quite so extreme: it's a woman in a kimono, perched up on an abandoned cart on wheels precariously. The little robot she had yelled in a panic about has also decided to apparently book it and escape this confounding situation, and she watches it go with saucer-shaped panic in her eyes.]


Wh-wh-what was that?!

What's happening?!

[You know, the funny thing about being someone with chronic memory issues:

You don't always remember how you ended up where you are.

Eventually, she may begin to wander the halls, calling out for a particular person — in fact, the only person she knows, truly:]


Kajiiii! Kaji, are you here? Please, be safe!

II. The New Staycation | Mess Hall

[The explanation she receives is at least somewhat helpful: they agreed to come here, there was a regret that needed to be undone, and everyone had to work together to retreive orbs. Whatever whose were, anyway! Truth be told, she's only slightly less panicked than she was earlier, but puts on a brave face all the same. This is so utterly unlike home, she's just not sure what to make of it... but...

Speaking to whoever may be sitting nearby in the mess hall, she gently prods at some chicken in a bowl with this... fork utensil that everyone seems to use. (How novel it is!)]


Ah... I can't remember what my regret was.

[She knows her memory fails her, but of all the times for it to...]

III. A Moment's Reprieve | The Sunlight Room

[A day has passed since her arrival.



She gasps softly at the sight of the flowers in the fields. She does very much enjoy the blooming of flowers on the tree outside her home, but this...! She can't help but feel a sudden swell of excitement, hands clasping over her bosom as she takes in the space that bursts with color and fragrance. The very first thing to truly remind her of the only place left in her memories; it's enough to make her emotional, and she moves to sit alongside the brook with a smile.]


This would be an excellent place to weave... I think I'll be spending far too much time here! Have you ever seen such a collection of flowers? I didn't know so many kinds even existed...! And in so many shades! [She claps her hands together.] Oh, this would be an wonderful time for tea! I should find where it's stored — they do have tea, don't they?

[Perhaps you're someone who has introduced yourself yesterday.

You may be mildly startled to find her turning to you with a smile, saying:]


Ah! It's so nice to meet you, by the way. My name is Sayo.

IV. A Way to Remember | Personal Quarters (Item Platform)

[Sayo picks up a basket of weaving materials, and finds them extremely familiar. Oh, yes, this is most certainly her collection of sewing materials from her loom room! It delights her to have such a thing from home; more than that, she also finds some sort of bundled stack of papers, and a few odd-looking things someone tells her are pens. Sitting on one of the couches in the common area, she cracks open the odd paper contraption and enjoys the smell of bound pages. Well...! She may not know what it is exactly, but her instinct tells her it's something to write in, so...!

She begins to write some things down, some of which are:

MY NAME IS SAYO.
I AM A MOTHER.
KAJI IS MY SON.
I ENJOY WEAVING AT NIGHT.
I SELL TEA IN THE DAY.
MY HOME HAS A SAKURA TREE NEAR THE WATER.
I AM HERE TO FIX MY CONDITION.
SOMETHING EATS MY MEMORIES.
I MUST RETRIEVE 'ORBS' ON 'MISSIONS'.


If it is true... if this place will correct what has happened to her...

She can't fail this! She has to do her best to keep everything in her thoughts!

No matter what.]
Edited 2021-08-20 19:32 (UTC)
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emil västerström ▶ stand still, stay silent ▶ ota

[personal profile] enflame 2021-08-20 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)
⇢ 1.0
there are a lot of questions he could ask as to how he got here, or why every room he enters is so vastly unlike any room he's ever entered before. most importantly, is this what heaven looks like? because 1) he assumes so, considering he was just about to die, and 2) if this is heaven, he has some complaints he'd like to take up with management.

but initially, emil doesn't have a lot of time to think. he wakes up, absolutely disoriented, because he feels something hitting his thigh over and over. maybe he's being kicked awake. that would at least be a welcome surprise — someone else is alive, which means he is probably also alive. instead, he sits up to find the smallest, motorized machine doing its best to try to ram its way through him.

has he ever seen something like this? no. but he can assume it's some new-fangled military contraption. it's small enough he can pick it up with a splayed palm, though that doesn't please the little robot whatsoever, visor blinking to display ENOUGH while a shrill series of beeps emit from its speaker.

standing up, emil gives the thing an annoyed once over.
That's enough out of you. Shouldn't you be programmed to— but he's interrupted by a shrill alarm sound, visor flashing red rapidly. he's successfully pissed off something within a minute of arriving, which may be a new record.

⇢ 5.0
after getting up, maybe kicking a tiny little machine that kept running into him (did it really happen if no one was around to see it?), and cautiously going through a few hallways, emil finds a room he can only assume is a kitchen. there's a stove, a fridge — he knows what they are, but these models are certainly much nicer than he's ever seen before. the hunger hits him just then. when was the last time he had a full meal? something that wasn't mikkel's inedible military sloop? it feels like eons.

but because nothing in his life can ever go well, emil's venture into the refrigerator is one of epic failure. there are a lot of obvious prospects, between the pizza and various meats, but the real apple of his eye is the full tray of brownies. it's immediately snatched, one hand hastily grabbing it...


Ah—!! ...and the edge of the tray catches the handle of a tea pitcher Don't y— which quickly falls Ugh. cracks and spills its entire contents both on his shoes and immediately creates a lake on the kitchen floor. in his surprise, he also manages to knock a glass bottle of sauce from the door of the refrigerator, missing his foot, but not missing the floor. now the lake is also dangerous.

if someone — or that little needy machine — shows up, this will be quite the embarrassing mess to have to explain.

⇢ 8.0
the whole network technology makes no sense to emil, but he's not one to question things like this. it's not his job to understand technology, just to take full advantage of it. so when some woman tells him that there's a 'supply drop' — well, he knows exactly what that is. that means there's goods, items, food being handed out. potentially handed to him, and he knows that in these situations? no matter how much he hates being the early bird, they're the ones who catch the best worms.

after a mad dash, getting turned around in a few corridors, he finds the supply drop platform. not many people are around so far, which to him is a resounding success.

not quite sure how many people are aboard this...ship? whatever it is, it doesn't occur to him that he should be conscientious of rationing anything. as far as he knows, it's five people. maybe a hundred. what matters to him in this moment is looting as much as he can that suits him, which is exactly what he's doing.

he's removed his heavy military coat and is loading it up with whatever he fanices. dishes? pass. CDs? he barely knows what they are (he'll tell you they're floppy discs). skincare? he's basically not even reading the labels as he scoops the bottles and tubs into his makeshift sack. emil may have no idea what micellar water is, but if it keeps him clean and his skin clear? he'll take five cases of it.

⇢ 11.0
it wasn't the plan to get sucked into a simulation room, but well. shit happens. emil isn't really feeling the club atmosphere, but if he's given something to drink for free, who is he to say no? the pushy tone of it all irks him, but the bartender really wasn't hearing his complaints on the matter.

the lights are dim and hued, which doesn't immediately clue him in to the fact that ever so slowly, his skin and hair are transitioning into a very noticable shade of pink, coupled with an iridescent sheen. his hands are gloved, so it's not like he has much opportunity to see he's an entirely different colour. nothing feels different, so nothing is, in his eyes.

after a good 15 minutes of standing around, getting annoyed with the crowd of people and the incessant music that's playing (not very loud, but too loud for his tastes), emil decides he's had enough of this ride, asking someone nearby:


Are you—? voice raised a little unnecessarily, emil falters to figure out how to separate normal people compared to the...not normal people? he doesn't fully get what's going on. Listen, can we just find this orb thing so I can get out of here, please?

⇢ wildcard
if you want to do something more specific, or to work out any ideas you may have for threads, hit me up at [plurk.com profile] haseul or blush#3016 on discord!
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Kaidan Alenko | Mass Effect Trilogy

[personal profile] majorbiotic 2021-08-20 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
New Staycation

Exploring his new environment was the first thing on his mind. Kaidan wanted to get a lay of the land, so to speak, and take stock of the people who would be here. The Citadel this was not-- no Avira to speak with if he needed directions anywhere. Though in a way this did remind him of the Citadel, or at the very least the feeling of being overwhelmed by the size and unfamiliarity of the place.

He stood for a long time in the armory thinking over what he should do in terms of weaponry. Could he just request anything? Were there regulations? Did his Spectre status mean anything here? That last one he very much doubted.

Kaidan was a little bemused by the kitchen. He got a little too used to military rations, so all the takeout boxes surprised him. Were those actual chocolate brownies? He picked one up and nibbled on a corner. Unbelievable. Well, now he had to check the fridge to see what fresh food was here. His head spun a little.

But the lab was where he got the most excited. Not the chemistry side as much as all the tools and gadgets. He wasn't as good as Tali at cobbling things together, but he didn't want to completely rely on his omni-tool in this place. And if he could somehow combine that with his biotics, all the better. He started looking through the boxes for pieces that might work.


Bright Young Things

Accepting an unfamiliar drink from a bartender was usually not a smart thing to do. Kaidan stared at it dubiously trying to judge the best move before finally drinking it and going on inside. So far he didn't feel any different. On to the mission: looking for the orb. What he hadn't noticed yet was that the drink had caused antennae to sprout from his head. They twitched a bit when he was listening to a conversation but so far not enough to catch his attention.


[Will match style if you prefer brackets. Also wildcard?? IDK Kaidan will be lost on how roommates work because he's always just been assigned those. Might also pop him in the training room or wherever. PM me if you want to plot a thing]
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soldier blue | toward the terra | ota

[personal profile] firstroar 2021-08-20 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)
1.1.0
LOCATION: HALLWAY
cw: eye trauma/injury


"Nh--ah--"

From the fire and the heat haze came the voice, and its vibrations shuddered into golden light, and from the rippling color came the darkness.

And pain.

Blue comes to with a searing, hot anguish radiating from his eye - or whatever's left of it, thanks to that bullet. Rather than cry aloud, however, it's the intensity of his feelings that escapes him, something that could make a mind unused to telepathy feel a peculiar and sudden unease and little else, but to those more empathetic it's a shuddering, jarring call for attention and help.

He still feels hot all over, even as the area around him sends signals to his body that he no longer need to fear being burned alive. It's difficult to come down from such a high, because even if his mind had accepted his death, the body is slower to agree.

So why hasn't he perished?

How...? What--

Idle thought escapes him in his disorientation as lucidity struggles to overtake pain. He'll not manage this alone.




2.4.0
LOCATION: ARMORY

He's not seen an array of armaments like this before. Three hundred years of exile and hiding don't lend to a diversity of sights and experiences, yet even if he had been free to roam, Blue is sure he'd not see something like this in his lifetime.

Some of these things...they seem so antiquated...some downright alien.

Handheld weapons are not the Mu way. Their innate psionic abilities give them natural armaments to protect themselves and each other to some degree, but even then, his people didn't hone their skills for much more than defensive shields and psionic bullets to deter aggressors until they could flee. Blue - and Type-Blues who came after him - are more an exception than a rule in the array of things he can do to fight back, so it makes it all the more peculiar to see the different ways in which mankind (and others?) choose to fight.

His eyes fix on something of a rifle form - something distantly familiar to the weaponry humans used to repel him.

Why all of this? he wonders, his thoughts carrying through the armory unchecked. He's used to living among others just as telepathic, and even in this foreign place, closing off his thoughts isn't his first instinct. It's just as natural as seeing or feeling, after all, and humans don't walk around new places with their eyes covered.




2.6.0
LOCATION: SUNLIGHT ROOM

Strange how some sights can be equally foreign and familiar at the same time. This space that Blue has slowly made his way to has a quality not unlike one of the major decks of the Shangri-La, in that it seeks to convey some peaceful sense of natural comfort. Greenery. Warmth.

But it's still artificial. Blue's not new to simulations, manipulation of perception and mental trickery...it's a core part of the system that wants him dead, after all. It's why he can't find any peace in his heart in coming here, even if his limbs ache and yearn to relent and relax here.

He's very tired. Fifteen years asleep to wake to chaos, to burn one's self entirely out...only to wake here. It's hard to wrap his head around it all at once, and not for the first time since his arrival, Blue's head begins to ache behind his absent and bandaged eye. The throb becomes overwhelming in a moment, steals his breath, and has him staggering, barely able to stand up on his own anymore.




3.9.0
LOCATION: SIMULATION ROOM

"But you aren't real."

Blue is frowning with a mix of concern and confusion in the face of this peculiar barkeep.

"Your thoughts...I can't hear them. None of them. Except--"

Except whomever else is trapped in here with him. And Blue's gaze will snap into the direction of that person rather quickly and pointedly.

"...Except you."




[Blue is a psychic and telepath who can read minds/feel emotions, so please feel welcome to play it up! if you'd rather him not though, just lemme know, ezpz c:]
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Yelena Belova | MCU | ota

[personal profile] laviny 2021-08-20 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Rise and shine

[It takes Yelena a moment to orient herself and make sense of the hard floor beneath her and the incessant beeping beside her. She sits up slowly, frowning at the robot as it continues to poke at her. Instead of standing, as it clearly wants her to she pokes it back, equal parts irritated and curious.

Of course, that only makes it beep more rapidly and louder in response. She thinks, if robots curse, that’s probably what it’s doing. She huffs and stands, then, as the word MOVE starts blinking more rapidly at her and the little machine starts poking at her ankles.]


So pushy. Fine, whatever.

[She mutters as she leaves it to its business. If she sees anyone else asleep on the floor as she heads down the hallway she will poke them lightly with her foot.]

Wake up, before the robot yells at you.


Exploration

[Yelena wanders the halls for awhile just trying to get a feel for the layout of the place. She peeks into various bedrooms taking note of which ones are occupied. Many of them, as it turns out. She doesn’t hurry to choose on for herself yet, instead opting to continue exploring.

She eventually finds herself at the kitchen and honestly, can’t help but stare at all the leftover take out lying around.]


This is space food?

[Somehow, it’s just not what she was expecting. After a moment of consideration she shrugs and grabs herself some lamb curry. Why not? It’s there for the taking and she’s hungry.]


Do You Believe In Rock n Roll

[Yelena has been given assignments her entire life. Most of them have been unpleasant, violent things that she had no control over. She was expecting something similar here. Why wouldn’t she? Violence is what she’s known for most of her life, and undoing a regret is no small thing.

So she’s more than a little surprised to be given a task to perform a song in the club simulation. At first she doesn’t know what to make of it, but once the surprise fades and she thinks about it a little, she knows what she has to do.

She hops on stage as soon as it’s clear and chooses a song.]


'a long, long time ago,
I can still remember how that music
used to make me smile…'


[She’s performing “American Pie.” The original. Not Madonna’s version. Not a radio edit. The original song by Don McLean that clocks in at over 8 minutes long. It’s her song and she is singing every word.

Once those 8+ minutes have passed and the song is over, she steps off the stage, entirely satisfied with her accomplished mission.]


Wildcard

[If you don’t like any of these prompts, feel free to hit me with something else!]
Edited 2021-08-20 20:30 (UTC)
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takeshi kovacs | altered carbon

[personal profile] kovach 2021-08-20 09:10 pm (UTC)(link)
1.0 — hallway
What the — ?! [ kovacs blinks away the blur of his eyes to see the tiny robot looking fiercely angry — somehow — which makes his own brows knit tight with their own brand of freshly woken confusion. rubbing his eyes, he can't exactly recognize his current location, but then waking up in mysterious places has sadly never been too uncommon with his experiences.

again, the robot starts making its obnoxious echoing beeps, a sound that's even more agitating during a moment where it feels like he's fighting a hangover. ]
Fucking — yeah, fine, yeah. I got it! Jesus.

[ there's an ache in his abdomen, making him groan when he brings himself up onto his feet, but he ignores it for the moment, easy to do when he's used to pain spreading along plenty of his limbs. wiping himself down, he assumes the robot's going to be content with his having stood out of his way, but once again, the beeping starts up. ]

What the fuck do you need now? [ with an angry bite in his tone, teeth gritting, he peers down, only to find that the robot isn't interested in him anymore, but rather someone else still unconscious on the floor. sighing, expecting that the little thing isn't going to stop until it gets its way, kovacs steps over, using the front of his boot to nudge the person at their hip — not kicking them, but not exactly gentle either. ] Hey. Get the hell up before the beeping trash can over here beats the shit outta you.



2.0 — infirmary   cw: bleeding wound
[ eventually, kovacs gets to realizing that the ache in his abdomen is actually an open wound that hadn't been stitched up properly (or maybe not even treated at all, since he doesn't remember much about how rei might have gotten him out of that last fight). dragging his own self to the infirmary, there doesn't seem to be anyone else around, along with none of the typical tools he's used to for repair.

he manages to find some more archaic items like needles and thread, things he'd learned to make use of back at the stronghold, so taking hold of those with one hand, he unbuttons his bloodied shirt and begins yanking it off, switching hands clutching the items to take it off his arms fully, until he leaves it carelessly on the floor.

sitting on one of the beds, he leans back on an elbow, trying to maneuver around to begin stitching up his own wound at the side of his belly.

whenever someone steps inside, he just gives them a gesturing nod. ]
Hey, got any cigarettes?



3.0 — roommates
[ when he goes looking for a room, seeking out a private one, he keeps stumbling in to find most of them occupied, none with any bit of privacy. slipping in to one with two or four beds, he peers around, a pink unicorn backpack standing out brightly as it hangs off his shoulder, before he gives a light snarl. ]

Fuck. [ looking to the only other person in the room, he stares at them almost regrettably, like he's annoyed he's being forced to have a conversation. ] There any empty rooms left? I don't really do the whole "company" thing too well.



5.0 — kitchen
[ stepping into the kitchen, kovacs isn't looking for food, even if he hasn't had a bite for a hell of a long time now. his hands go shuffling through the cupboards, seeming getting more frustrated as he doesn't find what he's looking for, swearing under his breath — "another goddamn empty pizza box?" — before he brings his hands up to his hips.

either he says it to himself or to someone else lingering in the room, but he's not looking at anyone in particular when he mutters, ]
There's gotta be at least one goddamn drop of liquor in this place.


0.0 — wild card
( open to trying around things with the other prompts! just send a pm with any requests or questions. as a note, kovacs is taken from season 1, end of episode 6. )
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Vin Venture l Mistborn

[personal profile] atium 2021-08-20 09:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[I've just been Tempted with this since I'm rereading at the moment I guess. But Vin here is from Brandon Sanderson's Mistborn trilogy of novels. She grew up on the streets and then joined Kelsier and his crew to try pull off the most insane heist/take over of the Big Bad, basically. Info regarding Allomancy, her particular abilities regarding sculling back metals are in her journal. She is used to a spy/bodyguard/assassin sort of role back home, essentially. I figure in taking her from the Well of Ascension, near the end of the second book where she's in her later teenage years.]

01

[Vin is not so used to beeping. Technology is nowhere near this advanced back home so she's rather disoriented and confused as to what exactly the robots even are, though she does stand and shift when she sees the 'move' request. She sidesteps awkwardly, glancing around seeming rather lost and dazed, rather on edge and alert as she tries to take in the unfamiliar surroundings.]

What....where is this? Elend?!

[Given she last recalls finding the Well. Last recalls shoving that thing down Elend's throat. Well. Of course she had been right with him and assumes he has to be here somewhere too. Which might be in how she ends up finding and waking others? Or generally starts to wander and explore, if cautiously, glass dagger out at the ready. Though not right in anyone's face if she gently nudges them awake with a hand to the shoulder.]

You should probably get up. Are you alright?

02:

[She. Has no idea what to make of this ear piece. Or that voice when she can't see who it is. They didn't have radio or phones or anything of the sort back home so all of this is rather new and bizarre to her as she glances around expectantly in hearing someone speaking.]

Where......are you.....?

[But it's quickly enough clear that whoever was speaking wasn't there with her exactly. Even if Vin has no idea what an AI is. When she gets the map she follows it to the infirmary, at the least in checking if maybe Elend was there? She could at least check. Though what she finds there might mostly be foreign to her in having such treatments and the like available compared to what they have back home.]

03:

I'm....not so used to sharing a room with others. Not any more.

[So uh. Apologies about this young woman who regularly back home enters via a window and is up at all hours and barely sleeps. At least at the moment she isn't necessarily accompanied by her huge wolfhound Kandra? But she will still claim a bed anyway. May as well. Not that she sleeps much or even has much if anything of sentimental value.]

But I'll try not to keep you up or anything. I'm Vin.

[Says the tiny waif of a young woman of about nineteen or so, perching on the bed with the view of the door.]

4.0

Hm. I assume most of these weapons would use metal. I wonder if I could still figure another glass dagger here....

[It's just. Habit. To avoid having metal on her person besides her earring and the obvious of her vials of metal flakes mixed with alcohol to chug down to restore her supply in using it with Allomancy, a pouch of coins to pay for things, to use in battle or getting around. Vin picks up one of the spare daggers, inspecting it with narrowed eyes in noting the weight, the metal used in creating this.

Whether there were any other Allomancers, she's just so used to being cautious on having metal. So other Allomancers couldn't use that to their advantage against her in a fight.]


5.0

There's so much.....? We can just. Take however much we want?

[Back home given the siege they had been dealing with and all. Well. Food was more scarce. They were rationing. And she had grown up on the streets. She's much less accustomed to having plenty of food than most. So of course Vin is just staring wide-eyed at all the food. She doesn't even recognize some of this either for that matter.

Probably old habits would die hard and she would pilfer some to take back to her room for an emergency supply. To have to snack on later just in case. As if it would all be gone by the time she was next hungry.]


8.0

[Vin is rummaging through the supplies to find anything that might seem familiar. She's also discovering a lot she has no idea on. Such as the CD as she holds it up and frowns, raising an eyebrow as she pouts in wondering aloud what exactly it was. What id did.]

What is this? Some sort of weapon you throw?

Wildcard:

[Feel free to pm or poke me on Plurk over @ [plurk.com profile] caprican if any of these don't work/you want a different prompt I didn't go with here.]
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athrun zala | gundam seed destiny

[personal profile] egraegis 2021-08-20 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
( 2.0: oops not dead yet )

[Athrun comes to consciousness with a loud hacking noise, which he recognizes a few seconds later as his own throat trying to expel more blood than is strictly healthy. He's sprawled against a wall in the middle of an unfamiliar hallway, alive (which is a surprise to him) but not well (which is not). Each breath is raspy and struggling, and the hand he wipes his mouth with is already bloody. This… isn't great. And he's alone, which doesn't bode well for Meyrin.

He can't focus on much beyond the thought of continuing his escape, so he braces himself against the wall and starts staggering forward, looking for clues on where to go and leaving a trail of blood behind. Something buzzes in his ear, but his hearing isn't working so great, still ringing from an explosion he should not have survived.]


( 4.0: my best friend gun-chan )

[He arrived with a gun, but guns need ammunition, and he's still too on edge to feel reassured without a supply, so his next stop after coming to terms with his new situation is the armory, to stock up. He's good enough with machinery that he shouldn't have too much difficulty figuring out how to get himself what he needs, at least. Should he find himself in the company of someone else utilizing the room, however, he hesitates.]

Ah, sorry to intrude.

( 6.0: there's no place like the ex-girlfriend's home )

[Once he's settled to a satisfying degree and no longer bleeding to death, Athrun tries something he does very rarely: give himself time to rest and recuperate. He has a lot to think about, after all. When he finds the sunlight room, he heads in and parks himself on the stone path that winds through the flowers, closing his eyes to better feel the breeze. It might almost seem as if he's asleep, but his eyes will snap open at the approach of all but the most stealthy.]

( a wild card approaches )

[Give me a different prompt :B ilu]
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Regis Lucis Caelum | FFXV

[personal profile] lucere 2021-08-20 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
I. Awakening
cw: mentions of death & injury
[For all intents and purposes, Regis Lucis Caelum should be dead. However, he's not dead. Far from it judging how badly his wounds ache. It takes the old king a moment to arise but he immediately regrets it once he does. While he's uncertain what fate has in store for him now, Regis could tell he was most certainly still alive despite the gaping wound in his chest. That within itself is a miracle, especially since not many would be able to survive such an injury but Regis knew better.

He died. In fact, Regis knows he died. The second a Caelum falls, they're brought to the halls of the afterlife before their forebearers. His spirit was consumed by the Ring of the Lucii, the single most powerful artifact in the world forged by Bahamut himself. This ring has long been passed down the Caelum line for centuries bestowing each new wielder with the blessing of the Crystal. It's with this in mind that Regis cannot believe he still draws breath.

He should be dead but he's not. Most certainly not since there's something loud and small beeping at him now. Still somewhat disoriented by his current predicament, Regis turns his head to catch a glimpse at the little mechanical menace harassing him. It's a robot, a rather small robot but a robot nonetheless. The little bastard keeps beeping angrily at him, continuously poking at his side under he manages to the strength to rise. Regis stares down at the robot for a long while as he fights back the temptation to zap it. He's particularly petty after being roused in such a manner but he fights back the urge. Instead, he chooses to stand once he manages to brace his balance upon a nearby wall. He's without his scepter meaning it will be difficult for him to walk with this bad knee.
]

What sort of trickery is this?

[ He mutters to himself as he glances along the hallway. It seems he's not the only one here but he is the first to rise and is probably the only one still dripping blood. That little robot is having a field day trying to clean everything up.]


II. The Armory
[After paying a visit to the infirmary earlier, Regis decides to wander. While there's not much to see here on the space station, the breathtaking view of the cosmos was almost enough to keep him entertained. Traveling among the stars is nothing more than a fantasy where he's from. Space exploration isn't something he ever paid much thought towards, especially since the heavens above are thought to be the Astrals domain. However, he finds himself second-guessing his beliefs once he gets a glimpse of the vast unknown from the safety of this space station.

Even so, it's not enough to keep him from wandering further down the hall. That's how he eventually finds the armory. While most of the weaponry here looks as foreign and alien as the space station itself, thankfully some of these weapons look familiar to him. That's a good thing since he's in the market for a new sword or two. Imagine his surprise when he realized his Royal Armiger was empty. The Royal Arms were gone, all spirited away during his untimely death. While he's more than capable of casting a spell or two, Regis cannot help but yearn for the weight of a sturdy sword.
]

A fine sword. [He mutters to himself as he examines one of the many swords upon the weapons rack.] The hilt is a little flimsy but suppose it will do.

[It's been a while since he last wielded a sword without the aid of magic but Regis seems eager to try.]


III. Bright Young Things
[A drink? He couldn't help but arch his brows a little once the sharply-dressed bartender offers him a champagne flute. This place feels oddly real for just a mere simulation. Between the jazzy music and the cheerful but bizarre-looking patrons, everything about this cozy club feels remarkably real. It's almost he stepped back in time, a simpler time, where war and bloodshed didn't exist. It's a little startling since Regis half-expected the worst when the doors behind him closed but now, he can't help but relax a little. That, of course, was his first mistake.

A curious hum escapes him after he samples the contents of his glass. While this blue concoction is rather tart but smooth, Regis cannot help but lament that it's more like champagne than anything else. He prefers bourbon, of course. Either that or cognac. Regis was never really a fan of champagne but for this evening, he'll stomach it. After all, he would be remiss to turn his nose at a free drink. This is his second mistake.

No sooner does Regis finishes the champagne, the charges start. However, he was completely unaware of the change, especially since he didn't feel any pain once he sprouted dragon-like webbed wings upon his back. No, he didn't notice that at all until one of the wings fluttered behind him accidentally knocking a glass off the nearby counter. This marks the beginning a rather bizarre night.
]

My apologies, I didn't mean to---

[He pauses suddenly once he hears something else shatter when he turns. Those pesky black wings are just knocking anything not bolted on the counter down. It's a bit of a mess.]


IV. Wildcard
(feel free to make your own prompts!)
Edited 2021-08-20 21:59 (UTC)
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the doctor | doctor who

[personal profile] attackbrows 2021-08-20 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Part I // All that Glitters

1.0 (a)
[You heard what the tiny robot said. Time to get a move on. Not until the Doctor gets some answers around here. Fortunately, others are (quite literally) lying around here, at his disposal.

And so he hops over and kneels to give you a few light smacks on the cheek.]


Hey! You! Wakey-wakey! No time to dawdle about in Lala land.

1.0 (b)
[OR

He walks back one step too close and accidentally greets one of your body parts with the heel of his shoe and has an accidental tumble.]


Part II // The New Staycation

5.0
[The kitchen is about as good of a place if you want to get the lay of the land and who exactly is mucking about here. That’s why the Doctor is having a seat with his feet kicked up on top of the countertop where he’s tucking into a delightful meal.

Well, maybe. It’s hard to tell how good the food is with how indifferent the Doctor looks as he takes another sporkful of food from a container. There's a label on the container. Someone’s name, perhaps? It doesn’t exactly stop him from tucking into half a portion’s worth.]


7.0
[There’s quite a handful of scientists at the lab. No question about that. The Doctor might be, somewhat, of an expert on his own accord, but that’s not what he is here for.

Far from it. The truth is the acoustics here in the lab are good enough to have a jam session.

So don’t mind the middle-aged man donning a black Crombie coat layered with a zip-over hoodie and a grungy white band t-shirt, playing a jaunty little tune on his electric guitar.

OR

Rather, maybe you mind when there is a little feedback coming out from one of the speakers and now the Doctor can’t help but look teensy bit cross about it.]


No, no, no! Come on! I had you right minutes ago. [He cries whilst petting said speaker.] Don’t make me go back to using wires.

Part III // Bright Young Things

10.0 (cw: body modification)

[If there’s anything that annoys the Doctor the most, it’s having others tell you you must eat or drink a thing to get inside their establishment. It sucks the fun out of enjoying something at your own leisure rather than some requirement.

No matter, he takes the drink in one go and goes off in his merry way. He doesn’t even take notice of the effects of the beverage. Too much to see, too much to do. There’s an orb to be found.

That is until he turns around the corner and passes by a mirror. He stops to turn around, looking back in the mirror. His expression is about as owlish as it can be. Out of caution, he reaches over to the mirror to see if there’s any trickery* being played here.

From the corner of his eye, he glances at someone standing/walking by him. Not knowing if it’s one of the Orbers or AIs.]


A disguise within a simulation is about as oxymoronic as you can get.

(*ooc note: open to anything on this front. feel free to assume any body-swap shenanigans taking place or have your character assume their own changes.)
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jean-pierre polnareff | jojo's bizarre adventure | ota

[personal profile] silvercrusader 2021-08-20 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
part i; the one with intros;

01;

Move? You move, how about?

[It's muttered to himself, an irritated grumble that has no real thought behind it. Polnareff's barely awake, honestly; for half a moment, it seems as if he thinks he's in a hospital, but ah . . . no. No, he isn't, is he, and the moment he realizes, he springs to his feet. There's dirt and blood stained on his clothes; there's redness around his left hand and right foot, where metallic prostestics gleam. He glances around warily, but though he's tensed for a threat, there's nothing . . .

Nothing yet, anyway.

But best to be wary. A strange silver creature springs out next to him, hovering over his shoulder. Lantern-yellow eyes peer around warily; it grips its sword tightly, its body fluid and ready to strike. Polnareff doesn't give it a second glance; instead, he comes forward, standing over one of the bodies.

Not dead, or at least not yet. But who knows if it's a friend or a foe? Carefully, cautiously, he nudges them with the tip of his boot.]


Oi! You dead or all right or what?

[Like, yeah, he made a bargain, but who's to say this is what he asked for? Best be on his guard.]

part ii; the one where he's messing with powers and swords;

01;

[The training room is where he heads first, because of course it is. Food's important, and so's knowing the layout of his new home, but he's got a lot of stress built up. Exercise is always the way to release it.

It takes a while. Running first, round and round til he loses count of how many laps he's done, his lungs burning in his chest and his breath harsh and sharp. Then: more basic exercises. Pushups and situps, working patiently and thoroughly through each muscle group, gritting his teeth each time he feels the strain. And it's good, it is, but it's not quite enough.

So then he draws out his weapon.

Ah, but that's the trick, see: Chariot doesn't really look like a weapon, does he? A ghostly apparition that suddenly and swiftly appears behind Polnareff, looking like a strange mixture between fencer and robot. He's visible for only an instant, and then suddenly seems to surge through Polnareff: not quite in him, but then again, not exactly next to him either. The end result is that Polnareff almost looks as though he's wearing armor, albeit in bits and pieces scattered across his body.

But he has the sword, too. A breath, settling into the ready position . . . and then he fights. So swiftly he's a blur; thrusts and feints, throwing his body into it, leaps and turns . . . it's an impressive display of athleticism, if nothing else, but there's some kind of anger driving him. Something that keeps him going, on and on, and maybe he just doesn't notice he's got an audience. Hopefully he does, because sooner or later that silver sword will blur and he'll turn and—]


HEY!

[And the sword just disappears, about half a second away from slicing someone to ribbons. So does the armor, and Chariot too; all that's left is a very aggravated looking Frenchman.]

Don't you know better than to sneak up on somebody like that?

[Sneak's a strong word, but.]

02;

[Item drop! New clothes! And honestly, his are looking a bit grimy, covered in blood and dust, so you better believe he's gonna show up. He goes into the clothes almost immediately, holding up . . . oh, what a shirt. It's bright pink, for starters, and has a weird little corset pattern in black stitched in on the front.]

Hey, whaddya think?

[He holds it up, splaying it over his torso. Also: he's super talking to you! Yes, you! Answer his question, bud! Fashion is on the line!]

part iii; the one where polnareff parties like he's a fucking porn star;

3.1; mingling;


[See, this? This is way more his speed. From the second he walks in Polnareff relaxes, grinning faintly as he takes in the sights. Music! Dancing! Admittedly, some weird shit going on with a few of the guests, but hey, it's a party in space, why not! And shit, it's great when he gets to mix work with play.

It's not that he's forgotten the mission, mind. But who says he can't enjoy himself while he does? So yeah, sure, he drinks the damn thing, and when nothing immediately happens he forgets about it a little while, in favor of mingling.

Drinking! Dancing! And eventually returning to the sidelines, grinning a litle manically, because oh, it's been forever since he's gotten to do something that isn't life or death. It's been forever since the stakes have been so low, and maybe he's coping with something, maybe this is all just an excuse not to think, but you know what? He'll take it.]


Are all the missions this easy, or what?

[Though you know what a part of partying is? Flirting! He's twenty-two and it's been forever since he's gotten to flirt, so the first age-appropriate woman he sees, he's gonna come over with a grin.]

Bonjour.

[Hello shouldn't be able to sound flirtatious, but here we are, and that's the vibe he's putting out.]

So, uh, I guess I can't ask if you come here often, huh . . . I dunno, how bout if you look for orbs often?

[Come be hit on by him. Or save some poor NPC from him, either/or.]

3.2; transformation;

[Of course, it's not all play. He's got a job to do, and more than that, a task to accomplish. Sing on stage, well, that's easy! But singing does not an orb get, and this kind of thing will take more than one person. So he snags someone by the elbow, yanking them behind some convenient pillar.]

Hey. You in this to get the orb or what? Cuz I got a pla—

[A pla? He's got a pla? Or, no, he just didn't finish his sentence, because suddenly everything looks weird. Like, everything is suddenly way clearer, but also all the colors are different? He's got cat eyes, the pupils now slits, though at least he retains the same blue color. And oh, some ears, too, that's almost cute, though they do rather blend in with his hair . . .]

Woah.

You— hey, you seeing this?

[Obviously it's the club that's changing, not him. Jesus, Polnareff.]
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cal kestis | star wars jedi: fallen order

[personal profile] antisocials 2021-08-20 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
i. you're not BD!

[okay, cal is no stranger to the trilling and beeping of robots. he's got a companion of his own, after all, that's pretty much one of his closest friends.

hell, bee-dee is family.

the robot that's yelling at him is not beedee. which -- uh. where is bd-1?

cal scrambles from his spot in the hallway, disheveled and -- ow. his head. what happened? where is he. he's pretty sure that he hasn't been captured again but he really can't remember anything from the night before. there's a weird taste in his mouth of cheese and tomatoes, but that doesn't help.

the robot squeaks again and cal can't understand it. also not good. uh-- still, worth an ask so he kneels down to speak to it. if he's lucky, the screen will give some useful information? or someone will come by and either he'll figure out that he's not on safe territory or everything is fine. what could go wrong?]
Do you know where BD-1 is? Who are you working for, little guy?

iv. robot friend acquired, time to blow off some steam.

[cal's in the training room once he finds where bd's been hiding, making friends with some of the other robots and exploring the ship. not really hiding but socializing, the traitor.

beedee seems to be content to follow him once they're reunited, happy to give the report of what he's found and who he's met. cal's not been a friends and get to know folks most of his life, not too closely -- not when hiding, and that's a habit hard to shake even though he knows he has people now.

plus, he misses the familiar of the mantis over this ship. the size of this thing, though, that's nice. it's more spacious for sure. the training room is way better than anything they could fit into his quarters. hey, that's optimism. he's learning, you hear that, cere!

so he's utilizing that, going through some forms with his lightsaber. beedee's projecting an image of training sphere that he's following, because he hasn't explored enough to see if there's actually one of those here yet. that's what he needs pronto.

when he senses someone step into the room, well, instinct is to turn the saber to them before realizing this is a friend and not a foe.]
Hey! Uh.. whoops. Sorry. Hi. [lightsaber off, hands behind his back. smooth, cal, smooth.]

x. freaky friday, it's body swap time!

[the drink's pretty good, cal thinks as he sips it. not too sweet, not bad.

cal doesn't even notice, as he walks around the room that it does anything to him. his hearing is suddenly better but maybe the thing's affecting his ears and amplifying his ability to sense things; that's normal.

not weird.

he doesn't notice that he's got a new set of ears, resembling a fox's sticking from the top of his head. totally normal. wouldn't be the strangest thing that's happened at this rate, really.

moving as carefully as he can, somewhat tense, cal notices someone he'd seen before they'd arrived at the location for the mission. he's sure they're from the ship.]
Hey. Uh, find anything? [go in with foolish confidence even if you haven't met yet? a bad idea? yeah, probably.]

[ooc: open to anything with this one!]

wild card.

[ooc: hit me up on this journal if you'd like something else!]
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aru shah | the pandava quintet

[personal profile] vajratna 2021-08-20 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
( i. arrival but not like the amy adams movie )

[ okay so. space. space is new. well, not that new, she’s met a couple of celestial deities before. suns, moons and shadows. wasn’t the best of experiences, wasn’t the worst. which is usually how it goes. she sneaks along the corridor. if mini was here, she could be more stealthy, but she wasn’t the stealthy pandava. she was the cunning one. which does not translate into stealth stats, unfortunately.

this would never happen to spider-man, aru thinks to herself. all of the sudden, she hears footsteps and in a flash, she’s got a crackling lightning bolt pointed at you.

then she blinks. ]


Uhhh. You’re . . . not what I expected.


( ii. electric ball boogaloo pikachu )

[ ever since aru landed in the station, vajra has been . . . spotty. she’s not sure if it’s picking up her nerves or her general unease. in aru’s time as a demi-god, she’s learned landing up in unexpected places when they ask you cryptic questions is . . . well, normal but rarely a good thing. but no other gods have showed up. it is making her antsy.

and vajra is clearly expressing it.

an electric orb, the size of a ping pong ball is bouncing off the walls and it if brushes against you, you’ll receive a mild electric shock as it passes by while aru chases after it, exasperated. ]


Heel! Stop! Argh, you stupid thing!

[ vajra finally pauses in mid-air, sparking a little. aru stands her ground, crossing her arms. ]

Uh-uh. We’re not doing that. Now, you better come back before I stuff you down a sock.

[ the ball hovers back to her, incredibly contrite before turning into a bracelet which she slides over her right wrist. she grimaces before looking up at whoever is there. ]

. . . Sorry. It’s been acting kind of . . . weird.


( iii. network post - movie night )

So I guess I’m new. And we’re all in a team. But being a team involves bonding. No bonding equals quick failure. Trust me, I’ve run missions. Though those were more like the end of the world, we’re all gonna die, blah blah kind of missions. This actually feels a lot more low-key.

Anyway! Bonding q. Name your favourite movie.


( iv. wildcard )

[ got a different prompt you’d like to do? ping me on [plurk.com profile] timmtams / pm this journal ]
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cagalli yula athha / gundam seed destiny

[personal profile] lionize 2021-08-20 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
3. - ROOMIES
[Cagalli has completed her freak out for the time being. The robot's been kicked and yelled at, she's gotten the explanation and (annoyingly placed) comm device. Time to find a place to crash!

So a, officially dressed young woman is going around the wing knocking on doors and poking her head in now again to see who's where and what might be available. Her standards aren't high despite her aristocratic upbringing-- Civil people who bathe is really it.]


Hello, anyone in? Got a moment for a new person? Just a few questions.

4. - ARMORY
[At some point, she takes stock of the items on her being: A gun, extra clip, a certain ring, and a change of clothes. All useful or important somehow, but a little extra security never hurts. Firing anything on a space station is a dumb idea, especially when it's one unknown to her. Cagalli decides to head for the blades. Knives, not swords. A dagger or boot knife, something smaller and easier to wield. She's looking over selections when she sees someone nearby. Maybe they're familiar with things.]

Hey, uh, you know if there are any more of these to look at? [She holdsup a random knife to show what she means.] Trying to keep my options open.

7. - LAB
[Shelter, check. Food, check. Protection, check. Time for... nothing else major? By now, Cagalli's just exploring in an attempt to make more sense of things and get her thoughts in order. Going from her bedroom at the mansion to this takes a good amount of brain power to process, and she's finding it hard to scrape enough together. Her thoughts skip over to the meetings she's supposed to have-- something about budgetary proposals for upgrades to the mobile suit storage facilities. Another regarding returning citizens who'd emigrated to the PLANTS during the second war.

Aimlessly wandering while distracted is a great way to end up somewhere she has no real intention of ending up. By the time she realizes, she's already by the door to the laboratory. Figuring she may as well, the blonde enters the area. Stacks and boxes of parts are all over the place, but she does spot some areas that look like people have projects going on. Huh. Might as well check those out.

She goes as close to an experiment or build as she dares, leaning in to look closer and see if she can figure out what it is. She probably can't.

Go on, sneak up on her, it'll totally end well.]

8. - STUFF
[Supply drop, huh? Might be a chance to find something useful. It takes her a little bit to find the place even with the map, but she does soon enough. The message wasn't kidding about the piles, either. A few people are already there, sorting through things. Cagalli stares momentarily before deciding to join them, careful not to step on anything as she does.

A smaller stack looks like a good place to start. Directly on top is a sippy cup with a generic train mascot character on it. Her brow furrows as she looks it over in confusion but sets it aside. A pair of pants that are too big, a strange tube of cream in a language she doesn't recognize, a left boot in navy blue, etc. She pauses when she reaches a hard back book about the history of some war fought somewhere. Well, it'd keep her occupied at least. That goes on the floor right beside her.

The rest of that pile seems pretty useless, so she turns to take a look at the next one, which someone's already rifling through.]


Excuse me, are you done with that section? I'd like a look. [Nice a polite. Nailed it.]

99+. - WILDCARD
[Anything else, totally a-ok. hmu at [plurk.com profile] retort to plot or chat!]
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Eliot Waugh ➼ The Magicians

[personal profile] endlessflask 2021-08-20 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)
➼ pt. 1 - 1.0 [Waking Up]
[ Eliot doesn't remembering passing out. Which isn't really surprising for him on any given day, but considering he's been awake for the last who-the-fuck-knows-how-long, his body finally gave out without giving him a choice. So, sure, waking up on a random floor, par for the course.

Except that it really is random. It's not the hallway outside the loft, or the loft, or even what looks like some other apartment building on the block.
]

What the shit ...

[ Eliot groans as he pushes himself up to his feet. Then he's being accosted by a robot (seriously, what the shit), and he frowns as he watches it move along down the hall. ]

Uh. Hello?

[ He listens to his voice echo off the sterile white walls, and already feels a headache coming on. ]

➼ pt. 2 - 5.0 [The Kitchen]
[ He's trying not to think too much about where he is or why. That's not exactly Eliot's thing - well. Maybe he's underestimated himself too much and maybe he's actually capable of doing any number of things, but he just spent a lot of time doing that and thinks he deserves a bit of a break. At least until he finds the others, because they have to be around here somewhere.

Eliot's in the midst of trying to find them by wandering, maybe a little too casual given the circumstances. It's not his first time ending up in some weird place. First time in what appears to be space, sure, but that was probably only a matter of time. The point is, he's learned that freaking out won't actually do anything, and then he comes across food and his stomach grumbles.

He glances around to see if it belongs to anyone. Better to ask forgiveness than beg for permission or whatever, right? Besides, there's chow mein and brownies and even if they're not fun brownies, he's not about to pass that up. He's in the midst of taking a bite of noodles when he notices someone else come in.
]

This isn't yours, is it?

➼ pt. 2 - 8.0 [The Platform]


[ The message piques his interest. Eliot's curious to see what sort of supplies a place like this gets. Naturally, he's expecting something joyless and basic. Flannel blankets. Microwave dinners. Season One of Dawson's Creek on DVD. So he's pleasantly surprised at the quality of the items piled up, and even more pleasantly surprised that he can apparently just take what he wants.

Not that he's greedy, but he's vain and particular and if he's going to be stuck in space then he at least wants to look good doing it.

The problem is that he can't just grab and go. The skincare is easy enough to accumulate, but when it comes to the clothes, the process is tedious. The first step is finding things that he likes, but the second step is trying to form outfits out of it. Ideally, he'll find a couple mix-and-match things (because he doesn't know anyone here enough to be comfortable wearing the same thing over and over, though he's starting to accept that he might have to.)
]

You haven't seen any ties anywhere, have you?

[ He has an Aesthetic to maintain. ]

➼ wildcard
Choose your own adventure! Any prompt is available so follow your heart, or shoot me a message if you have any questions~
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Tony Stark | MCU | cw; almost-death, descriptions of burns

[personal profile] arc_reactor 2021-08-20 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
2.0

( Tony rests slumped against the bulkhead, listing toward his dead right arm and the gleaming, inert stones in his glove. The change of scenery doesn't really register. Nothing much does, the pain receding, mercifully, in these critical moments, a slide into numbness.

Something nudges his boot, a sensation he doesn't feel so much as he's just kind of aware of, movement in his peripheral. The angry little 'bot confuses him, incongruous on a war-torn battlefield... that also isn't anymore. Feeling his eyelids scrape like sandpaper across his dry eyes, his vision blurs under the relentless white of the hallway, dimming slow and sure.

Pepper is.. gone, and maybe that's what makes him rally against the fading light, remembering the darkness he passed through, the question that prompted it. There's something he has to do, but he might not have a choice, realizing as the white floor seems to inch closer with every passing second, sliding without any control over his body and leaving a streak of blood and grime against the wall.

Pep, I'm sorry. )


5.0

( Several days later, after some very quick thinking and thorough attention from the crew, Tony is alive... and not yet on his feet.

Well, the thing is, he shouldn't be on his feet. He should be resting, probably letting someone feed him Space Jell-O and peeing into a catheter. Instead, when the morning came that he could plant both feet firmly on the floor, he fled. Or shuffled, rather, dogged and starving.

In the kitchen he looks not all that great. Wearing a drab hospital gown, bandaged thoroughly from the fingers of his right hand all the way up the right side of his face, while he takes his time on a cold slice of pepperoni pizza. The strap of his arm sling cuts unpleasantly into his left shoulder, and each tiny bite pulls at healing skin, but he's gonna do this on his own, dammit. He can sleep again afterward. )


Hey.

( Hey you. Person. Tony looks a bit shocked at how gravelly that sounded, so he clears his throat, ignoring the twinge that races up his right side for it, and tries again. )

There any coffee on this ship?

Wildcard

( Incremental recovery seems to be going well so, time to take this show on the road. He's been to the lab and the armory long enough to cart back a few supplies, and so Tony greets visitors to the infirmary with the sight of him sitting cross-legged on his bed, doing something science-y with the very advanced-looking arm prosthesis on his bedside table.

Said science-y task is lightly throwing off sparks from the tool he's expertly wielding in his left hand, but whatever it's fine.

There's also a brand new unicorn plush balanced atop his pillow. What? )


Wildcard 2.0

( Tony will mostly be good and stick around the infirmary, since he's half a giant walking burn and still not feeling so hot, but once he can get pants on without assistance he'll make a few more turns around the station. If he makes it to the simulation room, he'll be there to people-watch and meet, and see what this orb business is about. Y'know, from a safe distance.

Have any questions or want a custom starter? PM me and we'll set something up. )
Edited 2021-08-20 23:51 (UTC)
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Jonesy | Tabletop OC (Shadowrun)

[personal profile] elbowroom 2021-08-20 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)
1.0 Rude awakening

[This isn't the first time Jonesy has found herself waking up in a strange hallway in a building she has no recollection of, and it probably won't be the last. It isn't the first time she's been woken up by a glorified Roomba, either.

At first she pays the little robot no mind. She mentally connects to her commlink (still in her pocket, thankfully) and checks her location.

And nothing comes up. Which is strange.

Then she accesses the orientation system implanted into her entorhinal cortex. And not only is it not receiving any sort of GPS signal, the internal compass doesn't seem to be working either. Which is doubly odd.

Fully awake now, and apparently with a mystery to solve, Jonesy stands up and makes her way to the closest person to her - also, coincidentally, asleep on the floor.
]

Hey, uh. You. [Hopefully this person is a stranger and not someone whose name she's forgotten in the haze of whatever party she was at last night.] Do you know where we are? I'm having some technical difficulties.

--

3.0 Roomies.

[Okay, so this whole situation is weird. Impossibly so.

But also? She's run system diagnostics on her datajack, sim module, commlink, and cybernetic eyes multiple times at this point and it really does seem like this is reality she's experiencing and not some sort of fucked up too-real VR sim that she's somehow gotten trapped in.

Which means that, for the moment, she's got to go with the flow. And part of that means finding a place to sleep.
]

Hey! This bed taken?

[Whoever you are, hopefully you weren't doing anything that requires privacy because a nearly 7 foot tall, lanky ape woman just walked into your dorm and has begun making herself at home.

Without waiting for an answer, she's plopped herself down onto a seemingly unoccupied bed and begun making herself comfortable.
]

I'm Honesty Jones. My friends call me Jonesy - seems like we're gonna be roomies for a while, so you should call me that too.

--

10.0 Body Mods/Body Swap

It'll help me blend in, huh?

[There might be nothing in the multiverse less scary to Jonesy than a few temporary body mods. She's a changeling - a human, mutated by the magic of Halley's comet in 2061 - and more than that she's a computer expert and professional criminal in the cyberpunk world of 2072. She's had computers implanted into her brain, replaced her eyes, and had her muscles and hormones biologically altered to give her an edge over the authorities and the competition.

What's one more change? Especially a temporary one.

She takes the drink and gulps it down all at once and makes her way into the party.
]

Hey, you seen an orb around here? I'm looking for an orb.

[She says this to literally the first interesting person she meets. The drink may change the way a person looks, but it certainly isn't helping her blend in any better.]
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The Caretaker | The Fall

[personal profile] narrowlyprogrammed 2021-08-20 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
i. all that glitters

[ The bullet through its processor should have destroyed it.

Its memory is not faulty. It remembers with machine-precise clarity the muzzle of the deviant A.R.I.D's sidearm, shaking almost imperceptibly (another malfunction) and then the flash of white light, the bang of gunfire. At that range, the Caretaker should have been destroyed. It certainly should not have dreamt.

Rusted metal scrapes harshly against polished floors as the Caretaker's legs twitch in a abortive attempt to stand. Apparently, it is still too damaged to do so. Too damaged to see as well—perhaps its processor had taken damage. The visual feedback from the small ocular sensors embedded in its faceplate is distorted. All it sees is a blur of white.

—and then, a shadow. An arm lashes out, seizing at whatever shape has made to approach. The Caretaker looks like a broken doll, rusted chassis puckered with dents and torn through with bullet holes, yet its iron grip is as strong as ever and tight enough to bruise. It says nothing yet, just drags whatever its seized closer in an attempt at identification. ]


ii. around the station
[ By the time repairs on the Caretaker are complete, it has formed an approximate understanding of the situation it now finds itself in: object retrieval, ostensibly in return for a correction to a past error. The entire premise is faulty; the past cannot be changed. And droids are not valid entities for any form of compensation. But then, the fault is with the administrators, not the Caretaker—and if their fault leads them to restore the Caretaker to Domesticon Warranty and Recycling Depot #127 and allow it to destroy the faulty A.R.I.D, then it will utilize it.

For now, though, more data is required of the others aboard the station. And that requires observation.

Other crewmembers may begin feeling as though they are being watched. Odd shadows, flashes of movement, an odd scuttling sound disappearing around corners... One's best chance of catching sight of the Caretaker is to turn their attention upwards—wherever there might be scaffolding or a foothold, the droid can be found clinging spider-like, watching the passers-by below. ]



iii. bright young things

[ The Caretaker understands the concept of simulations well enough. Its own facility contained simulations of human domiciles and public spaces, the better to evaluate the quality of a droid's service in such areas—the better to identify potential faults in their programming. The simulations had been rigorous, standardized—

And nowhere near this realistic. The Caretaker's processor races as it takes in its new, unfamiliar surroundings, even more unfamiliar than the space station: a dimly lit bar, an empty stage, soft chatter and softer music. A human approaches—or at least, a simulation of one does.

“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’.”


The Caretaker stares blankly at the simulated bartender. For all this simulation's realism, it is apparently not programmed to notice that the Caretaker does not have a mouth. It answers in a cold male voice. ]


No.
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Noctis Lucis Caelum | Final Fantasy XV

[personal profile] cess 2021-08-21 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
.01

[ One of the bodies in the hallway is not being woken up by the aggressive beeping of the cleaner bot. They're a bit short, dressed in all black, and has black hair with silver undertones fanned around his face. Noctis Lucis Caelum, Prince of Insomnia and King Regent, appears to be curled up in a ball on the floor, snoring quietly away, despite the fact that he's covered in dirt and flecks of blood. By the time the robot gets to him and is poking him, he stirs a bit, then reaches back and tries to smack it, his eyes still stubbornly closed. ]

Five more minutes, Igs.

[ And then he just rolls over an inch or two, like he's going to go back to sleep. Which he appears to actually do, by all reckoning. He's not moving for the poor bot anytime soon. ]

.04

[ Any arrival freakouts now handled and hopefully a memory, he's wandered around and found somewhere to claim as his own, and cleaned up as well. He'd arrived with his weapon, thankfully, but the Sword of the Father asked him to pay a price in mana when he was using it. That would be a problem if he ran into any prolonged combat, and he hadn't yet had a chance to restore his magical flasks. Lacking the engine blade to swap out for it at least, he'd made his way to the armory.

He's used to technology, though not what appears to be, by all reckoning, a 3D printer, so he's swiping through a ton of suggestions on guns and the like, squinting. ]


Do I have to use a gun, or can I get a sword out of this thing at all...?

[ He's talking under his breath, but he'll gladly accept any help. Especially since he seems to have left the options filtered to 'firearms'. ]

.05

[ Visiting the cafeteria? Noctis has apparently gathered several slices of pizza - mostly cheese and pepperoni - onto a plate, along with a soda. He's sitting at one of the tables, not even having bothered to reheat the pizza, and appears to be chewing thoughtfully.

When he spots someone, though, he quickly swallows and waves a hand at the stack of boxes. ]


There's plenty of combo stuff left over there. And curry, if that's your thing.

[ Then, realizing he's the odd one out here most likely: ]

I'm Noctis.

.10 & .11

[ Like his father, Noctis taking the drink results in a pair of dark wings sprouting from his back, a blue sheen visible on the feathers. He looks rather embarrassed about the whole affair, and has them folded up tight against his back, trying not to bump them into anyone.

He looks fairly out of place, especially because the task he was given merits that he should get on stage and put on a performance. If he wants to save the people he cares about back home, though, he can't balk at doing such a thing, right? He does get pulled in by the music for a bit, listening to the singer with a dazed expression, but he eventually shakes himself free of it.

When he finds another Orber, he seems relieved, speaking to them in low tones. ]


We should probably do something to figure out where this thing is. Maybe it's in one of the changing rooms?

.??
( ooc note: please feel free to wildcard me for any of the situations on the station! you can also PM me here to plot something out~

for noctis' "singing" attempt, if you'd like to help him with it, i plan to have him get on stage, get nervous, attempt all star as it's the only song he can remember, and then forget all the words after 'and they don't stop coming' in his panic. ]
Edited 2021-08-21 00:18 (UTC)
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The Sun God, Ra | ENNEAD

[personal profile] barque 2021-08-21 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
1.0 ☼ they say it's darkest before dawn [hallway]
When the Great Sun God, Ra, hears the voice, she thinks it a fluke. Who can erase what already transpired? Even she does not possess such power. Thus, Ra replies in jest, unknowing of what will happen next.

There is nothingness followed soon by light, then Ra wakes.

Bleary-eyed and half-dazed, she takes a good look of her surroundings. Neither is this her garden, her Egypt, nor is it the Court of the Ennead. What manner of place is this? Ra's confusion gives way as she clenches her jaw tight, fire begins to burn in her chest, quickly she casts off her sleep. Not a moment longer and she is to her feet.

Someone played her a fool yet again. Who this time? Thoth? Ma'at? She reels her mind for what possible enemy she could have made. Isis? She ignores the odd little creature (a robot, though she does not know of such things) beeping at her feet.

A pause. Two.

She remembers the voice.

"Oh, how awkward," she laughs at her own folly, a joke to her alone. Her grin now wide, she claps her hands together. "A chance to undo my regret should be fun."

Without hesitation Ra punts the 'creature' across the room, her jovial expression unchanging.
4.0 ☼ (a) sunset no regret [armory]
Ra whistles at the machine present in the armory.

"So I just put what I want and this thing will make it for me?" Her tone is light and almost giddy, though she finds it hard some mortal could ever come up with something like this. Ra isn't about to complain when she can have the very armory she always dreamed of.

"What should I choose? A battle axe? Or how about a composite bow... I know! A khopesh! With the sharpest blade and whatever metal's used to keep this ridiculous boat in the night sky."
(b) sunset no regret [training room]
These sword drills are starting to get dull, and there's nothing more dangerous than boredom for Ra. With ease she twirls the sickle sword by its hilt as she thinks what to do next. She can practice by herself all she wants, but nothing will beat a partner. Especially all these humans running around thousands of years ahead of her time. What kind of martial arts exist in the future? And all the unknown weapons out there...

"Hey, you!" Ra shouts at whoever is unlucky to be in the training room with her, her smile wide as ever. "You wanna spar?"
9.0 ☼ even bad girls know good love [simulation room]
Who's Ra to turn down a free drink when it's offered? So far this boat with all its fake people and humans is hilarious. With a shrug of her shoulders, she says yes to... whoever this guy is, probably another fake person. She shotguns the contents of the glass without a second thought. She is no coward.

The two new arms growing below her normal ones is an added bonus. She erupts in laughter as she starts clapping with all four appendages. "This place is a riot. What'd you get, shorty?"
??? ☼ wild card
[I'll happily match format! If you want to play something different or have any other ideas, let me know at [plurk.com profile] moezilla or Skyler#7670 on Discord!]
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loki | marvel 616

[personal profile] meforsaken 2021-08-21 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
 I. arrival

[Loki wastes no time claiming a room for himself upon waking up. It doesn't seem to matter to him that this room is technically claimed already, and is obviously such from one look at it. Someone's clothes and things are scattered about, but that just makes it all the more cozy, right? And now he has new clothes! It's a win-win all around, really.

Then you come in. Perhaps this is your room, or maybe you're still looking for one to call your own. Either way, Loki sits up to greet you from where he'd been lounging on the bed.]


I'm afraid this one's occupied. Although... I am open to potential roomie applications, if your desire to live with me is that great. I will warn you, though. I'm very particular.

II. network

Please bear with me as I attempt an experiment.

[And then he just broadcasts a memory of this video to everyone]

How well did that come through? 

III. mission

a) 

[You feel a tap on your shoulder. Turning, you'll see that the person approaching you has your face. They sigh and pout a bit at seeing their own reflected back at them.]

I thought I was taller than that... [Yes, they're focusing on that instead of thinking about the irony of having the body they stole stolen from them. Speaking of:] You aren't actually Loki, are you? 

[Because! Well! That's possible! And they don't want to have to deal with that.]

b)

[If you seem to be very proactive about this mission, you might find yourself being watched by a young woman with dark hair who's sitting at the bar alone and going over notes she's written on a napkin. When your eyes meet, she beckons you over to join her.]

I don't usually do things like this... [Loki takes a sip of her champagne as she looks you over.] Do you want to team up? [Her smile has a sort of childish glee, like this is the first step in announcing a big crossover event.]

c)

[Obviously it has to be this. This is a rather easy task, all things considered, and Loki wishes the All-Mother would give him tasks like this. He'd practically be worthy of Mjolnir by now if this was all it took.]

Once I'm with the Wizard
My whole life will change
'Cuz once you're with the Wizard
No one thinks you're strange!
No father is not proud of you,
No sister acts ashamed
And all of Oz has to love you
When by the Wizard, you're acclaimed
And this gift or this curse
I have inside
Maybe at last, I'll know why
When we are hand in hand -
The Wizard and I!

[By the end of the song, he looks incredibly proud of himself. It's a good song and he had fun, okay.]
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Eleven | Stranger Things | OTA

[personal profile] savingthrows 2021-08-21 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ ooc note: default to brackets, but if you prefer prose, feel free to tag in with prose and I'll match format <3 ]

❖ // PART I. All That Glitters

[ Eleven is young still, and obviously so. Her face has started losing the roundness of childhood, but still has that telltale softness of a young teen. For anyone with an eye for such things, guessing her within the realm of 14 years isn't hard. She wakes quietly, wide brown eyes panicked, but hardening with a wariness about her surroundings all too quick. She glares after the robot with a face that looks like it teeters towards a poor life choice - and is saved from that only when she notices another person nearby, caution immediately making her tense as she faces them.

For anyone versed in more or less modern Earth fashion, her shirt is a hideous yellow and black travesty ripped straight from the 80s, the pants are baggy and inoffensive, and her feet are curiously bare. She wears a blue hair tie around her left wrist. Perhaps those things stand out. Perhaps it's the fact that her clothes are slightly damp, and she looks on the verge of shivering. Perhaps it's the day old bruising on her neck - like large hands closed around it and squeezed, hard. Perhaps it's the fact that blood is running from her nose, slowly darkening and drying on her upper lip. Eleven doesn't appear to be concerned about either.

If the other person is on the ground, she will cautiously approach, crouching down and putting a small hand on their shoulder, quietly asking with a slightly stilted pause between the words: ]


Are you. Dead?

[ If the other person however is already awake and just happens uppon Eleven in the hallways, she will shift her weight from one foot to the other, fingers stretching by her side and then relaxing, eyes locked onto the person with obvious distrust. Her greeting is to the point, voice soft: ]

Hi...

❖ // PART II. The New Staycation

[ Sunlight Room.
Eleven's tentative exploration has led her here, a quiet and curious presence as she takes her new surroundings in. She's wiped the blood from her nose by now, but there's little hiding the bruising around her thin neck. She shivers occasionally. The station isn't cool, but her clothes and hair are slightly damp, and her feet are bare. Perhaps it's that chill settling into her that leads her quiet steps into the sunlight room eventually. She enters - and immediately backs out again.

Then, tentatively, she steps inside once more, eyes scanning up towards the sky with some curiousity. Here, her face slowly relaxes into something much more childlike, wonder settling into her eyes, nose crinkling and lips curling with soft delight at the delicate petals of the flower garden, at the winding paths and babbling waters. It's all so very pretty, and when someone else happens upon her, she glances at them, not why, and wariness for the time being replaced by curiosity. ]


Are we outside?

[ Mess Hall/Kitchen.
By the time Eleven finds the kitchen, her clothes are mostly dry, and her hair has settled into a poorly cut mop upon her head. Uncertainty is gnawing at her, a feeling she's learned to identify as homesickness that settles deep in her belly like an ache.

There's very little that food can't cure, though - at least for the time being. And when Eleven finds the leftover feast in the kitchen, her eyes go wide.

Still, she shows some restraint - and ventures towards the fridge first, frowning at the contents within. There's a disappointing lack of eggos. Lips pressed together in momentary judgmental dissatisfaction, Eleven turns back towards the leftovers, and it doesn't take long until someone might find her, cheeks full - a half-eaten brownie in one hand, and a half-eaten slice of pizza in the other.

She looks sheepish for a moment, and around her bite of food manages a stilted and defensive: ]


It's good.

[ It's also entirely possible she's currently chewing on a mixture of brownie and pizza. ]

[ Common Room.
She's there when Viveca's announcement comes through the network. The truth is that Eleven didn't immediately realize what the earpiece was, thought the small, mean robot was talking to her. But here, with no such robot in sight, the voice comes right in her head, and Eleven is unable to hold it together, breath coming in a sharp gasp. She ducks, shakes her head as if trying to dispell the voice, muttering a broken 'get out of my head, get out of my head'. Eventually, she cowers, fear of the Mindflayer gripping her and making her small as she sinks to the floor. Anyone passing by the area might hear the distinct sound of an earpiece clattering across the ground once Eleven finally identifies the source of the disembodied voice in her head, followed by the soft, wrecked sound of a child crying.

Eleven can be found under one of the tables, legs drawn to her chest, hands covering her ears, and eyes squeezed firmly shut. The table trembles, sometimes - perhaps because Eleven's tucked under it. Certainly it's not trembling on its own - right? ]

❖ // PART III. Bright Young Things

[ Now who exactly failed to teach a 14 year old child not to accept strange drinks from strangers? Though really, Eleven makes her own rules, and even though she very visibly does not belong in an environment like this, she's here.

Her skin changes, reflecting the hues of her surroundings like a chameleon. It's not a perfect blend - she doesn't become near invisibile. But for a while her skin shows the distinct black and yellow pattern of her painfully 80's shirt, and sometimes it shifts to the distinct colors and patterns of the walls, the carpet, the tablecloth. Mostly it helps her move through the room without drawing too much attention.

That is, until someone has the bright idea to lift the child up onto the stage. Does she bite the well-meaning, jovial patron's arm to free herself? Yes. Does she still end up standing in the spotlight, eyes wide as saucers and staring into the crowd while the poor man slinks off to nurse his - literal - wound? Also yes. Does she sing, as some audience members are calling for her to do?

Absolutely not. Not even the chameleon-esque change to her skin can hide the way her face flushes red, wide eyes settling on the nearest person she may have seen on the station earlier, mouthing a very insistent 'HELP'.

You're not going to leave a child hanging - right? ]



❖ // WILDCARD

[ If you'd rather do a different prompt, feel free to hit me up. I'm available for plotting via PM, on [plurk.com profile] inkcharm or Discord inkcharm#4573. ]

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