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Hathaway. ([personal profile] futurologists) wrote in [community profile] thirstology2017-04-23 06:27 pm
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TEST DRIVE MEME #7

test drive 7.0


The world has shifted. Or maybe you’ve shifted? Either way, things have changed, and it’s going to be quite a while before you see them change back again.

BASICS

You were going about your business as usual until the world went white around you, and when the fog cleared: Oska. You've arrived in a snag of reality between worlds, the full extent of which can be read about here. But in essence, you’ve arrived in a grand, magical, almost empty castle. Outside the castle is an empty, long-abandoned village, partially in ruin. Past that, the world simply fades out into white mist. Your best bet is probably to stick to the castle and its grounds.

Suits of armor patrol the quiet hallways, but good luck getting them to speak or answer any questions. There’s absolutely nothing inside them, they move under their own power. They don’t talk, but they also go out of their way not to hurt you. You can even attack one, it will just patiently wait for you to give up and leave. If, however, you ask one for directions, it will dutifully turn and lead the way to wherever you’ve requested.

Librarians lurk in the halls of the enormous, well-stocked library, in which you can find nearly any book from nearly any world. The librarians are tall, wide, and very muscular, but they’re also not out to hurt you. Provided you play nice, of course. The usual rules apply: be respectful of the books, keep your voice lowered, and never bring any source of flame into the library. That last one might make the librarians reconsider their nonviolent natures.

Outside, there's a greenhouse with every type of flora you can imagine (and more, since they're from all over the universe) — be careful, though, because not all of them are friendly. If you'd like to take a dip, you can check out the lake; just be friendly to the fish. You can catch sight of almost any animal you'd like in the stables, real-world or fantasy. Most of them have been tamed, and won't do any real harm. However, some of them can be a bit testy. Stay away from the unicorns unless you have perfect manners — they hate impoliteness.

Current characters in game can assume that the Timeline glitched and sent them temporarily back to Oska. You are welcome to take any threads that happen here as game canon, should both parties arrive in game. Threads done here by prospective players may be used as application samples, and threads done by current players may be used as Bonus AC.

PROMPTS

ONE ✗ THE KITCHEN
The kitchen is always stocked with food, freshly cooked and ready to be eaten — although there was no one to do the cooking, and it might just be you to do the eating. That doesn’t seem to discourage the kitchen in the slightest, which is constantly churning out new, fresh courses. Some of them are more innocent than others today.

That tart you just ate? It was harpfruit, native to Cendiares, and has a pesky side effect of making the eater blurt out everything that pops into their head. The completely average-looking salad actually has flakes of Raphian wildflowers, which cause a bit of dancing fever — it isn't contagious, but it does make the sufferer want to dance with everyone they can. The choices and effects are endless and up to you, and don't worry; ALASTAIR is working on getting the kitchen under control as we speak.

TWO ✗ THE TRAINING CENTER
Maybe you find your way into the Training Center. A lot of work went into setting this room up, and it can construct nearly any scenario that you can imagine. All it takes to activate this room, still and featureless until it comes to life, is the brush of a finger against one of the glowing pads on the wall. The magitek will take it from there.

Just envision the setting and any enemies you’d like to train against, and they’ll instantly materialize. Would you rather go sightseeing, without worrying about a fight? No problem! The room is eager to provide you with a sparring partner, but it can be convinced to hold off -- just don’t think of getting into any fights. The Training Center also offers any games you can think of: soccer, basketball, literal freeze tag, etc. Every supply you need will be simulated for you.

Additionally, the following scenarios are also preloaded into the system for user convenience, each coming with a small summary of mission objectives:

ANWICK: A ruined little village with a massive, dead dragon skewered in the center of it. The goal is to protect her young in a nearby cave. The terrain is treacherous, the wyrmlings are squirmy and unhelpful, and the townsfolk are furious. But for good reason -- it seems dragons have been plaguing them for decades. Even the simulation’s enemies are programmed to say as much, and will do their best to convince you to their side.


CHANTES: Chantes, Audentes' first mission, is a typical medieval town cloaked in darkness and surrounded by a winding forest. It comes in two default flavors and difficulty settings. Fairies are the easier enemy; the objective is to collect three jars of unpleasant, glowing sap from their nests without getting your eyes poked out. The fairy goop can also cause disturbances with magical powers, unwanted levitation, and unfortunate cosmetic effects.

Demons are the more difficult setting. The task is to clear ominous runes off of various town structures, but when approached, each one releases a red, misty spirit. It will fight tooth and nail to protect its ‘home,’ but is largely invulnerable short of destroying its rune. To prevent this, it may resort to spells, violence, and possessing someone else in the simulation -- consider this a lesson in PvP. (NOTE: You’re also welcome to use anything from the previous events from Chantes as well.)


OSKA TRAINING: The goal in this simulation is simple: outlast the timer. It’s exactly the same castle, but after it’s been pelted by a firestorm, architecture ruined to rubble and ash. Navigating the half-destroyed castle is hard enough, and the earthquakes and fireballs raining from the sky will continue until characters survive for a certain amount of time (from an hour to a day) or find a full bushel’s worth of food. And just to rub salt in the wound, all the dirt, grime, and mud in this simulation will last outside of it, so you might need a shower after.


NALAWI: An island nation populated by diminutive deer people. The first setting is a mini version of the Gilligan's Island event -- it's less action-packed and more focused on survival. Marooned on the drowned island of Dakal, it's up to you to figure out where to find food and shelter. You might also want to avoid the hungry sea creatures that have made their way up on the island, too.

The second setting involves lava monsters erupting out of Nalalona, the largest volcano on the Nalawi islands. Lava imps will do their best to hypnotize recruits into following them back into the volcano, and can be defeated the normal way or non-violently lured into the water. Next comes the fire golems, hulking but fast. Their weak spot is their glowing core, but it will require some cleverness to reach. (NOTE: You're welcome to use any scenarios based on other Nalawi events as well!)


ZETA-12: Oh boy, a whole planet to explore! The objective here is simple: protect your delicate goo baby at all costs. Luckily for you, the simulation has seen fit to skip over the frozen wastes! Your first challenge is crossing the deep forest: carnivorous plants try to get a bite out of you, but that isn't the worst part. Eventually, you come to a deep chasm, and have to choose between forcing your wailing, distressed squidge across, or soothing it for several hours until it's willing to go with you.

Scenario two is a thick bog inhabited by an aggressive plant monster. It spits a crippling neurotoxin, so anyone attempting to fight it should be wary. Outsmarting or avoiding it would be best for the squidges' well-being, but some people are too hot-blooded for that. What will you do?

Finally, there's the desert; it's picturesque, but only if you can ignore the dehydration and punishing heat. There's a cave network for you to seek shelter in, but make no mistake: pretty soon a freak meteor shower causes a cave-in and leaves you trapped inside with an increasingly aggressive squidge. Are you out there dodging meteors or navigating caverns?


PERDITION'S REST: This is a mining colony on a planet known only as Q-65, populated solely by an alien race who have come to mine the planet for argecite, a mineral required for their survival. Members of the fundamentalist group called the Deemers have been outed as Taraxa, slug-like brain parasites who belong to ALASTAIR's rival group, Zymandis. The parasites infect unwilling hosts and leave them a husk.

The first scenario brings you to Boneyard Junction, an abandoned town at the end of the rail line that is half-sunken into the desert, surrounded by Deemers. The goal is to incapacitate your foes without killing the host body; if a Deemer is killed, a loud buzzer goes off. Use whatever tactics you need to, just keep them alive.

The second scenario takes you inside the mine, where several workers are trapped. The objective is to find them and bring them back to the surface, which is made a little more difficult by the large, hungry sand worms slithering in the depths. You'll need to get rid of them to save the miners, but be mindful of the fracking equipment, please!


WOODHURST: A sprawling suburb in an alternate Earth circa 1993, Woodhurst is besieged by the Bristol Virus, an infection that is spread by fluid contact. In addition to physical symptoms, its sufferers show heightened irritability and hunger in the later stages of the infection, including cannibalistic tendencies. Because of Woodhurst's "mundane" state, all recruits will be cloaked to appear human so as not to startle the native population. This is considered an advanced training scenario!

In the first scenario, you must find clues in the hospital as to the origin of the virus and who is responsible. The hospital workers will bar the way for any civilians merely strolling in, so you'll either need to go unseen or be very good at lying and disguises.

The second scenario is set during the final stage of Woodhurst, in which a large portion of the population is infected. Your task here is to ensure the safety of civilians while injecting any infected you encounter with a cure. (For the purposes of this exercise, your cure syringes are automatically set to limitless, but you may adjust the module to make it more challenging.) You will gain points for how many deaths you prevent and infected you cure, and you will lose points for killing infected or allowing civilians to die.

THREE ✗ HOT SPRINGS EPISODE
One of ALASTAIR's teams extracted an enormous, very hot core from a sentient and murderous AI. What better way to put it to use than to heat up the springs? It's a nice place to get some much needed R&R or just hang out. Some enterprising recruits have built wooden decks and stairs around and through the whole affair. It's a little bit of a hike to get there from the castle, but anyone who has visited can agree: it's worth it.

FOUR ✗ THE NETWORK
There is some good news, along with all these bizarre and fantastical new sights: you’ve arrived with a new piece of jewelry which, if examined, gives you access to anyone else that might be currently inhabiting Oska. You can speak into the jewelry and be heard, you can get it to project moving images of yourself and others, you can even think a message into it and have it arrive as written word to whoever you’re communicating with. It’s a useful little trinket, provided you can get it to work.

FIVE ✗ CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE
You are free to use any of these settings, or anything from the Settings Page. You may use any virtually created setting you can think of in the Training Center, even scenes from your character’s world (although they’ll be devoid of people, unless they’re brought in as opponents).
isaz: (Default)

the wintersmith | original character

[personal profile] isaz 2017-04-24 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
a
[ It's a fairly nice day in Oska, the castle corridors quiet and serene. Perhaps you're out walking in the courtyards or minding your own business in the open areas, all very innocuous and peaceful.

That is, until a dark shadow appears on the ground, followed by a whoosh of leather wingbeats and all of a sudden a dragon is diving at you from the sky. It's not a particularly large dragon, only horse-sized, but fully armed with claws and a maw presumably full of sharp teeth. Which is oddly closed, if you had the time to see. Whatever it is, the beast swoop past with a force enough to ruffle clothes and hair before zooming up to regain altitude, out of reach.

There's a disapproving click of the tongue from another direction. ]


Didn't I tell you to stop bothering people?

b
[ For someone accompanied by a dragon at all times, Boreas is faring rather badly in the Anwick re-simulation. The heat gets to him, and he's forced to dab at his forehead with a handkerchief every five minutes or so.

But that doesn't seem to be the thing getting under his skin the most. He picks up one of the wyrmlings, stares at it with an intensity usually reserved for skewering people with glares, and turns it over. ]


And you call these dragons? They're hardly lizards.

[ Someone's having a bad day. ]

c
[ There's a sudden chill out in the abandoned villages today, for anyone close enough to pass by its exterior. The air is frigid in the manner of a cold winter, and any adventurous souls out there will find its source being a rather large ice sculpture of a dragon (his dragon) sitting in a clearing. It's several times larger than the actual Bahamut, who's perched on a nearby ruin.

The dragon will see you first, upon which it emits a shriek unnaturally similar to radio static before swooping closer to its partner. Boreas turns, his usual slightly-annoyed expression somewhat softened. ]


What do you think?
Edited 2017-04-24 03:21 (UTC)
juniberries: (now what am i supposed to do)

allura | voltron

[personal profile] juniberries 2017-04-24 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
1. zeta-12
[Great...playing babysitter, again. Simulation or no, this is not the sort of mission Allura had been expecting upon entering the training room, and not only is she stuck with a whiny blob of a creature and dealing with an itch on her thigh from where a plant tried to make lunch out of her, she now finds herself (and whoever has the misfortune of being her partner in all this) stuck right in front of that small spit of land which promises a path over a chasm towards--whatever destination lies ahead.

Hopefully said destination will be the end of this simulation, because quiznak, she's had it up to here with this place. But the goo baby, which had only been a mild nuisance, has now become its own monstrosity, wailing loudly at the very sight of endlessness of the chasm.

She's cradling the baby, trying to soothe it into shutting up, but clearly not knowing how, because after a moment or so, she turns to her partner, her agitation obvious.
]

We should just cross, should we not? It is not as though these things will stop their whining any time soon.

2. hot springs
[It didn't really sink in just how little time she's had to relax until happening upon the warmth and comfort of a hot spring. Sure, she has over 10,000 years of cryogenic sleep under her belt, but when fighting an intergalactic war against a despot of an evil emperor, one begins to really lose track of sleep.

Allura's already stripped out of her usual attire, though opting to keep her circlet on, and she easily sinks below the warm waters just below her nose. Her long white hair is tied back to keep it from getting water logged; there's already enough weight on her shoulders as it is, and already she can feel it ebbing away as her eyes flutter shut.

She looks quiet, peaceful. Clearly not in the mood to be bothered. So now is the opportune time to catch her off-guard and bother her. Or, more ideally, take the time to chat with someone who clearly has not had this level of relaxation in a long, long time.
]

3. network; [un: altea]
[Picking out earrings when offered a selection of jewelry is the obvious choice, and it being a communication device practically feels...natural. But what interests her the most, after a bit of experimenting, is its ability to record her thoughts as written word. So she's been fiddling around with it.]

Where I'm from, we have the ability to record and store memory, though the process is not nearly as immediate or as compact.

But I'm starting to wonder if there have been any past instances of this system malfunctioning. I have some concern that anything that has immediate contact with our minds and others can have the potential for...corruption if the wrong people are allowed access.

Speaking from experience.


[NOT GONNA SAY WHAT KIND OF EXPERIENCE THOUGH. I mean you can ask but it's a ~~touchy subject]
Edited 2017-04-24 03:57 (UTC)

tyrion lannister / game of thrones

[personal profile] compensates 2017-04-24 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
(( as a heads up i'm already queued with a different character, this is just for fun. ))

two : anwick

[ Tyrion's love of dragons runs deep, right back to childhood fantasies of one day owning his own. So even with the awareness that all he is seeing is an illusion, he is deeply affected by the sight of the dead dragon, sprawled all askew. (And some less empathic part of him wonders perhaps if he could study it — what secrets its innards would hold if he abandoned the quest for the sake of enriching his understanding and better serving Daenerys.)

But there is no time for contemplation or planning. Or even introductions. Already the baby wyrmlings are starting to emerge cautiously from their cave, and the townsfolk are gathering. No doubt they, as with all mobs, shall not be easily persuaded away from violence. And yet, is it really the dragon's fault that their nature is abhorrent?
]

I think we should move quickly.

[ He eyes his companion, as if to assess their combat capabilities. Given he's barely five foot and unarmed, his own could be said to be... less than optimal. ]


five : home

[ You can't go home again. That is painfully apparent to Tyrion, standing on his balcony, looking out over the empty sprawl of King's Landing. The silence is deafening, but the smell is exactly as he remembers it, enough to make him weep — and surely that's all it is, that stinging about his eyes.

He turns and goes back into his old chambers, brushing a hand over the doorframe as he passes, another fond hand on the staircase bannisters, baffled by how solid it manages to feel. All the way to the throne room, where he mounts the dais with a low flare of exhilaration. Anybody checking up on him will find him seated on the Iron Throne, legs swinging, nursing a bleeding finger from where he cut himself climbing into the seat.
]

taako, from tv. and also the adventure zone.

[personal profile] ex_charmer805 2017-04-24 08:10 am (UTC)(link)
NETWORK
Mmm, mm, mmmm. Hell yeah, this is a better set-up than a scrying stone.

[ The elf with the sly falsetto has worked out how to use his earring to project the image of himself lounging — there's not really another word for it, his cheek on his fist and his elbow on the bed, long brown legs splayed carelessly. There's a half-smile at the corner of his mouth, and while he looks casual you might also get the sense that he spent a long time getting himself ready: the long plaits of wheaten hair spilling artfully over his shoulders, the rakish tilt of his broad-brimmed wizard hat, the magic emphasising his features like a snapchat filter. ]

Hello and welcome, to my, my, my, very exciting, brand new tee-vee show, Truth... no, "Zone of Truth with Taako".

[ Zero cooking means zero samples means zero accidentally massacring an entire town. ]

So, um, here's the deal, bubbale. You let me in on your deepest, darkest, most sensual secrets, and I'll discuss them on the weekly with my avid listeners!

[ Taako swirls his finger in the air, illustrating something that is really only clear to him. ]

Obviously, you'll stay totally anonymous. [ He winks. ] So whaddyou say, guys, huh? Anyone got anything they wanna confess? Let's get that ball rolling.


KITCHEN
[ Total dimensional displacement can't keep a former celebrity chef down, so Taako is in the kitchen. It's actually kind of disappointing, at first. He likes cooking, even if he still has a few residual hang-ups about letting other people eat what he makes, but the kitchen seems to just pop new dishes into existence like magic. ]

Listen- listen. If anyone's going to be doing the magical cooking around here, it's me.

[ But talking to the room like it's a person doesn't seem to have any effect. Taako is glum for like, a whole entire minute, until he realizes the fancy meatball he's nibbling is having some effects on his person — namely he's slowly fading into invisibility. Without even burning a spell-slot! ]

Oh, hell yeah.

[ One detect magic later and he's started to figure out the food is more than just delicious and filling. So now he's definitely going to stick around, just to see what happens when other people try something. ]


UNICORNS
[ Taako is wearing riding boots with spurs as well as his flirty salmon skirt, and his hair is in two braids piled on his head. He looks ready to do some animal handling checks, but the animals he's trying to handle aren't fans of the rude, and Taako, unfortunately, is the rudest bitch around. ]

Well this is bullshit.

[ That doesn't seem to endear the unicorns to him any further; they snort in annoyance and stamp their hooves. ]

It's got like I'm going to hurt you, damn. The steed-shaped personification of my soul is basically a unicorn.

[ Taako, who is used to being good at any dope shit he puts his elegantly manicured hand to, is kind of struggling with this nat-1 interaction, not sure whether to push aggressively forward or try and avoid being gored. ]
fintastic: (aroo?)

3; un: cuttlefishCuller

[personal profile] fintastic 2017-04-24 02:33 pm (UTC)(link)
What kind of experience?

[ Once it was said, of course she was going to ask... ]

I guess you could send a lot of really, really annoying messages or something, but I think everyone else would just come take your magitek away from you if you did that!
fintastic: (realtalk)

unicorns

[personal profile] fintastic 2017-04-24 02:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Feferi is really only passing through the stables where the land-dwelling animals are kept, on her way to the far end of the livery yard, where a sweet young hippocampus filly is kept in a spacious pool, but she hears the commotion and she has to stop and look. She has her hair braided back, and a towel around her neck, and although she wears a wetsuit, it's clearly branded in the ALASTAIR colors.

Her fins perk up as she leans into the unicorn stall. ]


Have you tried not swearing at it? That might help.
juniberries: (GROUND CONTROL TO MAJOR TOM)

[personal profile] juniberries 2017-04-24 02:55 pm (UTC)(link)
My Castle-ship had an advanced AI system which became infected and corrupted. We nearly died because of it.

[and that's all she'll say about it.]

...although I am not surprised to assume this system could be abused in such a manner. Although that is inherent of any communication device, regardless of where it's hooked up to. But that's more of a potential annoyance and less of a concern.
fintastic: (hmmm~)

[personal profile] fintastic 2017-04-24 03:09 pm (UTC)(link)
I am not sure it works that way, but I guess anything is possible!

Being able to communicate with our teammates is worth the risk, though,
if you ask me.
juniberries: (IM FEELING VERY STILL)

[personal profile] juniberries 2017-04-24 03:28 pm (UTC)(link)
It is, but there are other ways to do so without having it somehow capable of knowing what you're thinking.

I would think being able to speak and project video would be sufficient enough.
thoughtlock: (pic#11331554)

maya / borderlands

[personal profile] thoughtlock 2017-04-24 06:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ i can't app her, this is just for funsies :V help me voice test!!! ]

a. TRAINING CENTER. WOODHURST.
[It's actually hella fun to escort these simulated civilians to safety while keeping the infected at bay; Maya isn't exactly sure what all the whining's about from the people who were actually in Woodhurst, but all she can figure is they just aren't as good at multitasking as she is.

She's escorting a group of civilians on the run, keeping them at a quick pace -- the simulated people take directions a lot better than real people, she's found -- from shelter to shelter, until they reach the ultimate goal of the barricaded mayor's office in the center of town. It's when they're between shelters that an infected runs at them, howling and hungry, and her wards start to panic. (It's all very realistic.)]
Settle down. I got this.

[She lifts her hand toward the incoming infected, the tattoos on her arm glowing as a ball of energy plucks the infected from the ground and holds him in stasis. Glancing over her shoulder at the quieting simulated people, she adds cheerfully,] Told you! Now hustle.

b. OBLIGATORY HOT SPRINGS PROMPT.
[This statuesque woman with blue hair and blue tattoos all up her left side is standing on the deck of the hot springs, watching the water with a slightly perturbed expression. She is wearing a bathing suit, so it's not like she's unaware of what one is meant to do here, but she still seems somewhat hesitant to go in the water.

She tips her chin toward whoever's nearby, brow furrowed.]
So... is this actually safe, or...?
Edited 2017-04-24 19:06 (UTC)
deification: (× Contently)

Aizen Sousuke | Bleach

[personal profile] deification 2017-04-24 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Two

Chantes: Demon

[ Well Aizen sure didn't need to train but he'd like to get a better picture of some of the things that have happened here. It isn't much of a fight as he takes on the demons of Chantes all by himself. He doesn't even seem to move as the beasts encircle him, and yet they all wind up with severed arms and wings in the blink of an eye. He however looks perfectly untouched.

He does have a sort of...sadistic content looking smile on his features as he raises his sword to finish them off. ]
What a waste of time. It seems not even those from other worlds are worthy.

[ Please excuse him he is a dbag. ]

Four

What sort of world do you come? And what sort of powers do you all have? It would be best to learn and understand each others powers so as to have an easier time of these missions.

I apologize if it's been discussed before, but I'm new you see, and would appreciate anyone willing to talk.


[ Mostly he's doing it to keep tabs on people?! Because like hell if he actual cares about anyone but himself. ]

Wildcard

[ I'm open to any prompts listed or not! ]
competing: (145!)

1

[personal profile] competing 2017-04-24 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ so much like shiro (but for somewhat different reasons), allura can practically do no wrong in lance's eyes. in nearly every instance, she has always been the picture of poise. elegance. leadership.

so to see her struggling with a crying jelly baby is kind of... surreal. frankly he's still trying to wrap his mind around it as he steps up closer towards the bridge, much to the consternation of his own wriggling jelly baby. ]


I mean — we don't really know that. [ he's got the baby cradled in his arms, held close to his chest, one hand idly patting its back while he bounces on the balls of his feet. the gestures seem almost idle at this point, easily slipping back into an old memory. ]

It's pretty scary, you know? They've never been this far out before.
kisha: (Default)

iii.

[personal profile] kisha 2017-04-25 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
[Her time spent in Oska has not made Hayame substantially more comfortable in the stone fortress that dominates the skyline, so different from the wood and thatch she was accustomed to in her own world. She set foot inside when need be, but she was more comfortable in the stables, or in the woods... but the village lay between the two, and it is on a routine patrol of the area, (moving, she has to keep moving), that she catches the scent of... chill. Of ice and lizard on the wind, something that makes her hair bristle and withers twitch.

Dragon. A stronger scent than the weak one that clung to the prince she has agreed to serve.

Unable to pass it by, she changes course slightly, staying off the cobblestone road in favor of the dirt paths to muffle the sound of her hooves, muscles taut. This place had proven itself lacking in blatant enemies, but putting her guard down had never been part of her life, and she wasn't about to start now. Not with the stories her people told of the beasts.

No, for those stories... she has her bow out, with an arrow notched.

But what greets her when she looks around the corner of a house is... not what she expects at all, not really- there is a man, his scent harder to pick up when the smell permeated Oska, and a statue, and he is saying something to her but the centaur's eyes have found the inspiration for the sculpture, and her fingers tighten on the bow to resist the instinct to raise it. Not yet-]


What is this?

[Take your pick of which to even begin addressing first, she means all of it.]
selfimage: — ɢᴀʀʙᴇᴛᴛ — (That's a promise.)

anwick

[personal profile] selfimage 2017-04-25 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ this is familiar, and not in sort of way that leaves a nice, nostalgic feeling when it leaves. this was a time before Audentes was Audentes, when they were a small group of know-nothings scrambling at half-formed missions trying to make their way home. it became something else after that, especially to those that stayed.

Loki turns a half circle with a dramatic swoosh of his jacket, the useless buckles jingling. he focuses first on the dragons, and then on the voice. while he doesn't have the body of a warrior, Loki seems somewhat formidable in the face of danger. there's no tension in his shoulders, or surprise at the dragons. his shoulders roll back thoughtfully, but his body remains at ease.
]

I'm up for suggestions.

[ when he places the voice along with the face, he keeps himself from the embarrassing screaming fanboy inside. he was writing Billy Kaplan an interdimensional letter ASAP. ]

Though my vote is for trickery. Do you think they'd mind a little trickery?
isaz: (10)

[personal profile] isaz 2017-04-25 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ A centaur.

No, Boreas hasn't seen a centaur before, so there's a slight narrowing of his gold eyes once he sees her. She has a weapon, though it is not raised, so he sees no reason to take out his own sword. ]


A sculpture, of course.

[ Unless she's asking about his dragon, which many people have. He raises one hand, and Bahamut flies over to perch on it - owl-sized for now, though ready to grow bigger if need be. ]

This is the true form of mine partner.
feathery: art@spkolala (up away to the sun)

davesprite | homestuck

[personal profile] feathery 2017-04-25 03:19 pm (UTC)(link)
1 | detour ahead;
[There is a suit of armor blocking the hall. Not because anyone is attacking it, but because there is a bright orange teenage something in its way. Yes, he is glowing. Yes, he has a long-ass ghost tail instead of legs. And yes, he is bleeding a very radioactive-looking yellow and missing a wing, although he doesn't seem that distressed about it. Tired, maybe, to anyone who looks closely enough, but that hasn't stopped him from pulling open the armor's visor and peering inside.]

So this is taking the video game NPC deal to the next level. I would know, I'm an expert in all things NPC; I've got a fuckin' dossier of useless video game facts loaded directly into my brain. You are dealing with a story arc pro. [...] Pretending that means jack shit in a scenario where I'm not dealing specifically with myself. Not that I did a whole lot, anyway, but sprites aren't supposed to be useful past a certain point, you feel? And constantly feeling the need to be a cagey douche gets kind of annoying, like imagine how much more engaging this conversation would be if you could talk.

[Yeah, he's too engrossed in his one-sided conversation to notice he's in anyone's way and sort of dripping blood onto the floor. Sorry, y'all.]

2 | this is way better than an alchemiter;
[Davesprite isn't really sure he needs to eat anymore. It's one of those things he absently observes in the back of his head (hmm, sure haven't felt hungry in the last twenty or so hours since he prototyped himself) and dismisses. Doesn't matter to him, in part because that isn't going to stop him from staring at more food than he has ever seen in his life.]

Holy shit. [He grabs one of the tarts off the nearest tray. It's so colorful. It smells so good. It probably doesn't even matter if he eats it, because he talks so much already.] So we get dining perks as part of this gig? Do they have apple juice? Please say they have apple juice.

3 | who gave this teenage bird babysitting duties;
[Hey, look, an option where Davesprite's cleaned himself up so he isn't oozing yellow blood everywhere. That wing is still missing, but he hovers by his squidge effortlessly enough.]

K, so Pokémon mastery is outside my purview, in cast that wasn't obvious. Being a teen dad or responsible pet owner was never on my to-do list, either. I mean the crow I crossed myself with wasnt even a pet, it just kinda hung out in my room because I kept a variety of highly thievable items on hand at any given ti—shit!

[He jolts a little when his squidge starts to wail, alarmed, and sort of helplessly lets the thing climb on him.]

Ok, I've got no idea what I did this time. [Maybe a plant tried to eat the squidge and he hasn't noticed yet. Or it's faced with the horror of extreme heights. Or maybe it's just upset about this swampy ass weather. Pick your poison.]

4 | wildcard;
[muffled hit me with your best shot playing in the distance]
fintastic: (sneaky fish)

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[personal profile] fintastic 2017-04-25 03:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Now, Feferi knows a sprite when she sees one, even when she sees it from behind. Not that she knows him in particular, but it's enough to get her to stop and watch as she crosses the hallway, cradling a box in her arms, as he interacts with the suit of armor. She tries, so hard, not to giggle-- but it just sort of emerges, unbidden. How charming. ]

I think if it could talk, it would tell you that you are making a neon orange mess!
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feathery: art@??? (seriously i am always bleeding)

[personal profile] feathery 2017-04-25 04:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[He turns around when he hears her giggle and his eyebrows briefly go up over his shades. It's probably going to take a while to get used to seeing anyone who isn't a Sburb NPC, underling, or Rose Lalonde.

But between that and when he looks down at the small puddle he's made—aw, shit, he should have wrapped that up better (maybe by not putting the bandages over his shirt??? thanks, Hussie aesthetic)—he does realize that she's a troll, thanks to that snapshot of Karkat's abject horror when struck by John's bucket.]


Hey, I'll have you know I'm making a neon orange hot mess. The temperature is slowly rising as we speak. Shit's gonna sizzle and evaporate any second now and the mess will be solved.
fintastic: (realtalk)

[personal profile] fintastic 2017-04-25 04:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh! My mistake!

[ She moves closer, and sets her box down against the wall. (He can look in if he wants; it's nothing but pool toys, like a rubber ball, those plastic rings you can throw to the bottom, and so on.) Shrugging off her standard issue ALASTAIR jacket, she sets it on top of the box as well, leaving her in nothing but a similarly ALASTAIR-branded wetsuit. ]

Then you'd better let me take care of that. You are still dripping and I do not want to see how high the temperature can go!

[ She puts her hands together, then has a moment of clarity, as she realizes this must all be very sudden. ]

It's okay, you can trust me! I am a certified Witch of Life.
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fintastic: (told you so)

[personal profile] fintastic 2017-04-25 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)
I think it only works one way though! I guess that is how it feels to me, anyway. Not that it knows what I am thinking,
but that I am thinking AT it and it knows that!
juniberries: (he went thataway.)

[personal profile] juniberries 2017-04-25 06:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[She's noticed that's how it works, that it doesn't capture idle thoughts but intended ones; it resembles her telepathic communication with her mice.

But still...
]

One cannot help but wonder how they mastered such technology. Again, my people had a very similar process for recording and storing memories, but it was not a constant connection. Otherwise, thought and memory based communication on the fly is...rare and unique where I'm from. It is a sign of a strong bond.

HAS there been any instance of the network going corrupt? How long have you been here? I am admittedly still familiarizing myself with all this.
juniberries: (lay me down to die)

[personal profile] juniberries 2017-04-25 06:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[Allura's vague understanding of how to handle crying babies (the bare basics of cradling them, shushing them, and rocking them) gives tell to the fact that, well, she is very much an only child and has had only small instances of interacting with kids.

At least this gooey thing isn't old enough to crawl all over her and start biting-- assuming it even has teeth. Which she doubts.

Her ordinarily perfectly kept hair is sticking to her forehead, and she's frowning down at the still-crying blob in her arms as she listens to Lance. For once, he seems to be the oddly certain one, at least when it comes to infants.
]

Well, I find the only way to learn not to be scared is to simply do the thing that frightens you.
competing: (168!)

[personal profile] competing 2017-04-25 07:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[ rather vividly, lance is taken back to the time allura decided to "help" the paladins "train" by essentially commanding all of the castle's main defenses to attack them... repeatedly...

he realizes, then and there, that if allura were to ever be a mother, she'd probably definitely be the kind to subscribe to "tough love." ]


I mean — that's fair. But also — they're babies? Like... actual babies. I don't think they're developed enough to understand that kind of thing.

[ a pause, and he glances down at the squidge in his arms just as it glances up at him. ]

No offense.

[personal profile] ex_charmer805 2017-04-25 07:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Holy shit, it's an ... aquatic elf? Taako has never actually met an aquatic elf, but he's pretty sure it's a thing? Then again people here can be anything from anywhere so he probably shouldn't make assumptions.

Anyway, whatever, he rolls his eyes at the advice, which also doesn't do much to win the unicorn over.
]

I'm pretty sure it can't understand me? So.
juniberries: (boi what u do.)

[personal profile] juniberries 2017-04-25 07:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[Look it's not only her, it's likely just...Alteans in general.

There's a long pause on her part, and she's clearly trying her best to think over the din of two crying blob babies. The impatient part of her says quiznak it and just walk ahead while dealing with a crying baby, but if the thing begins to struggle and the pathway over the chasm being as narrow as it is--

She shuts her eyes, letting out a harsh sigh. She turns to look at Lance. They are partners in this, regardless of her role and status, and while she is not a paladin herself, she realizes she's not acting alone in this simulation.
]

Well-- [She pauses, exhaling again to keep the edge from her voice.] What do you suggest we should do, Lance?

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