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Hathaway. ([personal profile] futurologists) wrote in [community profile] thirstology2016-03-05 05:57 pm
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test drive #3.

test drive 3.0


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 went 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, the previous mission world, 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.
Once the next mission (Nalawi) goes live, a scenario will be added for that as well!

THREE ✗ 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.

FOUR ✗ 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).

Mettaton - Undertale - OTA

[personal profile] ex_mettacrusher33 2016-03-06 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
i/iii - username: Mettaton

[It's a video feed of an android.

He's posing languidly on top of one of the kitchen counters, grinning from metaphorical ear-to-ear. Someone has definitely caught wind of the kitchen's strange going-ons. Unfortunately, warning people is significantly less entertaining than reporting it.

Guess which one Mettaton is doing.]


HELLO AGAIN, beauties and gentlebeauties! This is your favorite host, MTT, reporting live from Oska's glamorous kitchens! It seems there's some sort of situation developing and luckily for you, my lovely viewers, our investigatory team is here to get to the bottom of it!

In the meantime, I'm here to interview the latest victim of these dastardly dishes. Darling, how do you feel?


[He holds out a mic to whatever poor soul has been eating the food. Is it you?

Or perhaps you're just replying to the feed. There's nothing better than getting involved with your local news!]
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humerous: (pic#9837686)

now to tag you with an actual castmate

[personal profile] humerous 2016-03-06 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
[...ah.

Not who he expected to see, but Sans is happy to get as many monsters as he can here and out of their crappy world. While Mettaton was busy trying to w o w his viewers, apparently his interviewee took it upon themselves to do the sane thing and go get help.

This means by the time he looks back, he's left with Sans instead, who during the big report had just kinda walked onscreen.
]

Sorry, M-T. They had to take a bathroom break.

Like, indefinitely.

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Ban | The Seven Deadly Sins | In Game

[personal profile] perma_banned 2016-03-06 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
[1-KITCHEN]
[From one chef to another, there could be a bit of rapport based on earnest critiquing and experimentation with one another. For Ban, there was no way for him to critique the magical chef who, frustratingly enough, seemed content on somehow providing dishes near instantaneously. He restrained himself from scowling, but Ban looked as if he were peering through the dishes of food themselves, as if trying to understand them. He scarcely touched any--at least until he felt the walls of sobriety collapse in the wake of the four bottle of ale he had touched since he woke up.

He snatched up a plate of vegetables and steak, jabbing a fork into a bit before taking a swift, yet thoughtful bite. He scowled. The vegetables were just steamed lightly and the steak was tough--not at all tender. He set down the dish and pushed it aside, opting to wait for another bottle of ale to appear.

Bit by bit, without even paying attention at all to it--he began undoing the buttons of his shirt. It didn't even register in Ban's mind at all.]


[2]
[Having watched a few people go in and out of the training room, Ban found himself plagued by curiosity. When they left, he imitated their first gestures--touching the wall-mounted screen allowing access to it. He didn't imitate it fully, as he didn't bother to lock it to prevent further occupants. Instead, he wandered in and gave an odd, weary sort of look around the blank area. Sighing, feeling he screwed up to soon, Ban turned around to walk out. He was stopped, finding himself looking down at a familiar face.

While he thought he didn't know what to expect, Ban at least knew what he wanted to see.]


...Ah? Captain?

[He didn't have much time to react and show any hint of excitement. Wordlessly, the small young man punched him square in the chest and sent him skidding across the floor. The bare room became an open field in front of a rustic, abandoned castle. Ban hammered through one of the walls, bringing it down all too easily. He sprung up, recovering without any hint of injury. It seemed like it was the same as the previous training around: nothing bad could happen to him in there. Stretching his limbs out, Ban returned the favor with a sneer.

The 'training session' was, in a way, a thinly veiled reason to let loose. Anyone entering would be treated to the image of a castle collapsing as the two 'played', exchanging blows in what didn't look like a fight at all. They were taking turns hitting each other and Ban's hysterical laughter rose up even louder than the sounds of stone breaking apart around him.]


[4 - The Library]
[When he wasn't drinking himself to sleep, Ban managed to sketch out a few choice hobbies of his. He did some minor scrap-booking, finding the time to take the various labels from alcoholic drinks he found in the kitchen to add to a dusty book of his own creation--or, rather--theft from the library. He covered existing pages with new ones from the ale label. Some would call it vandalism. Ban saw it as an improvement.

In one instance, he decided to actually take a swing at figuring out the magic ALASTAIR had given him. Having just winged it before, he realized some of the clothes he made were itchy, ill-fitting in places and irritating to wear in general. He wasn't a tailor or anything at all resembling an artisan. He decided to take it to heart to at least focus on making something that wasn't a pain to wear.

So, he sat by a stack of books on the subject, making an outfit every time he had a new idea. He tried it on, grumbled and tore it off his body--throwing the tattered remnants on the ground. He sat by a fairly large pile of the stuff after a few hours of trying. He was improving, but Ban had always had a poor sense for clothing sizes. He was simply used to wearing things too small for himself and gritting his teeth.]


[4-Wildcard]
(OOC: You can PM me if you'd like a prompt! I can write something up.)
showsnopiety: (like an angel sighing)

Caren Ortensia | Fate/ | OTA

[personal profile] showsnopiety 2016-03-06 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
One

[This wasn't helpful. Honestly, she thought that she could have a salad, and keep going with her day. A salad. She hadn't eaten, and she could not do anything if she ran herself into the ground. But it appeared that someone was playing with her. Or toying with everyone. Or it was something similar to an allergic reaction.

So when she came across someone in the hallway, she stepped in front of them, and offered a hand.]

God, help me through these times.
I need to dance with you. Not for long. Just enough.

[Her expression is deadly serious. Give her this dance please.]

Two

A

[She was always willing to work on her training. If nothing else, she was proud, and earnest about being the best she could with her skill set. Why bother if one couldn't be the best? It was a waste of time otherwise.

In her new situation, she was not about to be left behind. In finding the training room, she started to set up her scenario. Cobblestone roads came into being; a river with a bridge in the background. It was a sunny day, and Caren peered at it with golden eyes. The setting was perfect. But...a few taps of the keys, and demons appeared in this ideal day.

Caren's head dipped for a moment, before she took in a breath. She felt no pain: they were not real, so caused no symptoms. But at least it meant she could fighting her fighting prowess with her mantle.

With a glance around her, seeming uncaring if anyone joined her or watched, Caren invoked her weapon. Anyone who watched could see her using a seemingly large red cloth to smite holograms on the battlefield.]


B: Anwick

No.

[Caren hadn't been sure how many times she had to repeat herself. Enough that it was starting to get irritating. Between speaking to the villagers and watching those in the stimulation with her, Caren was half tempted to walk off. But an idea formed in her mind.]

You've had your petty revenge, have you not? The dragon is dead. All is left is trainable young. Killing them is a waste.

[Her lips curved into a smile. Though a smirk might have been a better description, and a chilling one at that.]

Wouldn't you rather have dragons on your side? I could take them under my wing and ensure they become biddable citizens.

[This is the worst idea. Stop her.]

Three

This doesn't seem to be...oh. There it is.

[A slow blink of Caren's golden eyes, and she tilts her head, considering the projection before her.]

Good, it works. But I do have a question that may apply to everyone. Why do you think you're here? Is it God's will, or simply chance?

Four

Viewing Room

[She had been walking around, trying to understand better the place she was and the situation she was in. There wasn't much luck on that forefront. But there was this room. A thousand upon a thousand mirrors; she thought that she would see a body and face that others viewed for their own designs.

Instead it was worlds. Worlds of beauty, destruction, grace and cruelty. Most she passed by without much comment, looking at the others in this place with coolness and faint interest. Sometimes she asked what they saw. But there was once where she stiffened, and stared. There was some kind of longing, raw and overt on her face. A hand came up to the reflection, and stopped. A moment or two passed, and she sighed, hand dropping, obviously disappointed in whatever had left her sight.]


Wildcard

[Anything goes!]
defenceless: (burger trucking)

three!

[personal profile] defenceless 2016-03-06 05:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[is it god's will... come on, now. that sounds like something kirei would say.]

I believe it's neither. I came out from a rift between the worlds. Things like the fabric of space and time are naturally beyond our grasp, but that doesn't mean everything is coincidental, either.

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a terrific athlete | homestar runner

[personal profile] homestaw 2016-03-06 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
one; kitchen

[If ever there was someone afflicted with an unfortunate case of gotta-dance-pie, it's this guy. The pie tin nearby is actually mushed up entirely and his mouth is still covered in the remains, so it's almost as if he just stuck his face into it and went nuts.

Of course, that's nothing compared to now, because his dancing isn't exactly dancing as it is incredibly erratic. He's there, then he's lying on the counter, hanging upside down from the ceiling (or at least it looks that way, from where you're looking) and he might even do some more bizarre inexplicable movements such as a cabinet or oven door slamming open as he pops out of it.
]

DANCE WHEN YOU CAN'TS, DANCE WHEN YOU CAN'TS, EVEN IF YOU CAN'T YOU GOTTA DANCE DANCE DANCE!
boneafide: (KIDS LIKE YOU...)

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stan pines | gravity falls

[personal profile] totalsham 2016-03-06 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
network (three)
[ What could those from ALASTAIR truly expect? Was the promise of an eventual return really supposed to be enough for people who had been unwittingly ripped from their homes, dropped headlong into a mission they knew nothing about?

Certainly not. Though, perhaps, having considered this is one reason for their failure to directly communicate thereafter. Their gift, the magic jewelry, may as well be an invitation for where Stan should direct his outrage.

Sorry in advance for your ears, fellow recruits.
]

Hey. Hey! You can't just pull a guy straight out of one adventure and throw him into another! I don't even remember signing up for this!

[ Of all the possibilities: mysterious artifacts, unearthing ancient grudges of magical beings, handshakes with Lovecraftian demons... as a fellow hack, he definitely would have known about it! ]

I want to know whose face I have to beat in to get some answers around here and I want it now!

kitchen (one)
[ Okay, okay. So given some ears to talk off, Stan's managed to calm down a bit. He's since been looking around the place, as far as the boundaries will take him, and all that walking really does start to make a guy work up an appetite. Back at ALASTAIR HQ, the lingering smell of food keeps him on his feet.

And when he does manage to pin that smell down, what he comes upon is an empty dining hall, and then an empty kitchen. Complete with a roasted Waddles resting on the stove! It's preposterous. It's too good to be true. And yet, to sit here and eat a ten course meal, he'd be accepting the charity of the organization that ripped him and his brother apart. Again.

So on his first whim, he starts grabbing whatever he can fit from the table and sweeping it up into his arms instead. Though he's at least discerning enough to incredulously shun one dish.
]

Salad? Eeugh.

[ He'll consider that his cue to leave. Hence there is now an old man rushing through the kitchen door with food tumbling out of his arms. Prepare for some great first impressions. ]

wildcard (four)
[ ...Ask for a prompt or give me anything else! ]
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ricksybusiness: (shitshow parade)

one c:

[personal profile] ricksybusiness 2016-03-06 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
[Rick frequents the kitchen pretty often, but not really for the endless spreads of food. It's more that there is always liquor here, liquor he doesn't have to pay for, so he's taking advantage of that for as long as they're here in Oska. Who the hell knows what kind of place they'll be brought to next? Chantes didn't even have running water, let alone vodka.

He's on his way through the door at the same time this (other) old man is on his way out, and it's just an awful collision of brittle bones and buttered noodles and fried chicken. Rick staggers back but doesn't fall; he catches himself on the doorframe and of course immediately flies into a rage.]


Watch where you're going, what the fuck!

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Gowther | The Seven Deadly Sins | OTA

[personal profile] sparkleprose 2016-03-06 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
One

[That. Might not have been the best idea that he had. But he thought it was liquor, and he was thirsty. He never had a problem with ale before. Sometimes he had gotten drunk, sure but...nothing like this. He left the kitchen, looking the same as ever as he walked down the hall. The problem was when he opened his mouth.

...congrats you're either getting a chipmunk or Morgan Freeman.]


Four: Library

[His favorite place. The library was always easy to understand, and it provided an assortment of things to read. And what an assortment. This place is just about a paradise. He doesn't want to go on missions, at least for now. He might find some romances and read them out loud to himself...or comedies or various epics.

But when he thought that there was a book he wanted to read right out of reach...there Gowther was, climbing the shelves as if he had never heard of a ladder.

It gave a greater sense of achievement than just whispering. And quicker too. He wanted all the books he could carry and then some.]
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[Gowther looked to be climbing the shelves of books, from what Ban could see. He plopped down in a pile of scrapped clothing, lifting a bottle of ale to his lips. Sleepily, he regarded the deadpanned fellow with a measure of scrutiny. Gowther liked reading--that was the only thing he knew about the guy. He had glasses, he had a boring voice and he liked to read.]

Ah? Gowther?

[He peered at the bottle of liquor in his hand, almost as if to question if there was anything special added in. He raised his voice, dreamily.]

The hell are you doing?

[Not what are you doing here--What are you doing?]

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commander shepard ( mass effect )

[personal profile] synergise 2016-03-06 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
one / kitchens
[ food is one thing she won't argue about. not even a ship as decked out as the normandy could provide the kind of cooking she occasionally craved. you'd think being a military brat all her life would have toughened her up against the culinary inevitabilities of space travel and all that, but instead it just made her (literally) hungrier for the good stuff when she could get her hands on it. one day, she was going to spend time on earth without having the alliance bearing down on her with all their restrictions and disapproval, and she was going to spend a week just eating burgers. you know, if earth still existed when she got back, or existed long enough for her to seek out burger joints.

the tart is good. it's nice to eat something that doesn't come with the word "dehydrated" in front of it, and has a range of flavour in it that extends beyond faintly meaty cardboard and faintly meaty cardboard with a dash of salt and pepper. there's little time spent on savouring it; shepard wolfs it down like it's her first meal in weeks. it's not like this place looks like it'll run out of food any time soon. lucky for some. not everywhere is dealing with imminent doom and destruction, after all.
]

What, trying to save one galaxy wasn't enough? Now I've got new asses to save in places I didn't even know existed? [ her face twists with surprise, like her own voice is catching her off guard (which it is). ] This is bullshit.

[ to the nearest person, ] Sorry, didn't mean to say that. Not to you, anyway, it doesn't look like you're someone important enough around here to do anything about it.

[ ... uh. that's abrasive, even for her. ]

two / training centre.
[ well, if she's going to be stuck here doing hell knows what for these people, at the very least she's got her gear. nice of this place to snatch her from the middle of a battlefield. like she didn't have enough to worry about without leaving her team behind on some reaper-torn moon to fanny about with this business. there's no point dwelling on it, though. she's here now. sulking will do her as little good as anyone else, so instead she takes herself over to the training centre in full armour.

shepard is faintly sceptical about how this room works; the tech sounds beyond anything she's familiar with, and she's familiar with a lot of tech. there's a dubious look on her face as she presses a finger against the pad on the wall, but it doesn't last, especially not when the whole room changes around her in the blink of an eye. she's back on the rough, rocky terrain of menae again, minus the prefab buildings of the command outpost. just rocks and the distant sounds of a reaper tearing turian forces apart. it was the easiest place to pluck from her recent memories — and there's a husk (CW: horrible zombie creature) headed right for her.
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You've got to be kidding me. [ it lunges for her with a screeching groan that's abruptly halted by the buzzing whir of her omni-blade being slammed right into the centre of its chest. ] That was some idea, letting this place mess around in my head.

[ whether someone's in here by accident or by vague invitation — want to go get some target practice in? there's worse ways to kill time. — shepard intends to give them the same advice as several more husks make their groaning, staggering presence known. ]

Don't let 'em grab you, and aim for the head. [ she rolls her shoulders as if this is light exercise, as casual as going for a jog, though the effect is slightly ruined by the shotgun in her hands. ] Next time, I'm thinking of dodgeball.

[ which, when shepard is involved, isn't likely to be any less violent. ]

four / wildcard
[ hit me up with whatever you want, or make me write you smthn else!! ]
queenofsalt: (Berating)

Can't say no to kitchen fights!

[personal profile] queenofsalt 2016-03-20 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's not often that Lessa gets a chance to stuff her face, even if what she would consider a good glutting would be, to most people, an average meal. She's taken a single sweet of her own, idly considering it on a plate of crackers and fresh fruit, as she watches the comparative giantess with something about as close as eyes-agog as a woman like her is going to get.

Where Lessa comes from, women are women, dressed in flowing things, or simple and effective shifts, hair done, bearing feminine, voice modulated at all times to suit the whims of men--though the Weyr might be something of an exception. Certainly, dressed as she is in her comfortable riding leathers with her jacket draped over the back of her chair, Lessa is not the noble Holder's first lady by any stretch of the imagination. But it grates on her, suddenly like a white-hot pinprick, that this... this meaty slab of a creature would talk down to her as effectively as F'lar was wont to do.

She flashes her true colours for a moment in a fantastic scowl, but it all slips behind her usual sweetly hell-raising smile a moment later. She's off her guard. She doesn't usually have such direct accusations from other women around her. Imperiousness. She's going to try it. She can't let anyone underestimate her just because she is incredibly small.]


I'll have you know that I am Lessa of Pern, Weyrwoman to the eminent Benden Weyr, rightful heir and last of the Blood of Ruatha, rider of golden Ramoth, the largest and most prodigious dragon of all the Weyrs combined! That may mean nothing to someone of your bearing [yes, that is a jab, and no, she's not apologetic] but I have some sway, and just because I have not chosen to exercise it yet means absolutely nothing!

...But yes, it's a sloppy organization bestrode by a clearly negligent leader. No control, no obvious discipline. I have a feeling this place is in worse shape than the Weyr before I took it in hand.

[...Her and F'lar, but Lessa is intent on making an impression. She's bitter about her arrival here, but she is finally able to modulate her tone back to something civil.]

All the more reason to require the aid of those who have had some skill. ...What might your merits be?
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caster | fate/extra

[personal profile] improvisatore 2016-03-06 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
@kitchen

[After everything he's seen, he's not really planning on eating anything carelessly. Instead, he reaches for the first thing he sees that he'd be willing to eat, only to hand it to you instead.]

You there. Try this.

[His voice though...you might expect something to match his appearance (considering he's a child of about 10 or 11, no two ways about it), but it was i, dio!]

@training center

[This is where things get fun though, because while you might have entered hoping you'd set your own challenge, it's very much not the case. The environment shifts by itself, and that aforementioned, booming voice is very clear all around you.]

Our protagonist has arrived. Shall we set the scene?

[Yeah, he's hijacked this this training simulation. Strap yourselves in.]

(Note: Caster's only real ability is basically literal infomodding, and just from looking at a person he can discern their entire life's history, personality, likes, dislikes, relationships, etc. It's basically the ability to truly understand someone. If you'd rather he not take advantage of this information despite knowing it, let me know.)
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Terra | Kingdom Hearts

[personal profile] undeterrable 2016-03-06 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
the kitchen

[It's taken some getting used to. Having the space and time to breathe, away from Xehanort and all his influences, Terra can actually appreciate the use of a kitchen, since he can't really remember the last time he ate before everything went down. Maybe it had been that ice cream at Disney Town. Well, whichever way it was, he wasn't going to pass up free food.

He's maybe onto his second tart when he realizes that he probably should have checked for anything out of the ordinary. Poisons and the like. Then shrugs and goes back to it. It's harmless...right?]


What's in these anyway?


the training center

[Back to basics. As much as he enjoyed fighting real enemies, a lot had happened since the Mark exam. Too much, he sometimes thought, and the lock of white hair curled around near his ear was a reminder of just how close he'd come to being Xehanort's puppet. Still, if this ALASTAIR had decided to pluck him away from his worlds, he needed to keep his skills up.

The kata was easy to fall into. Something familiar from his childhood that had been drilled into his head over and over again. Terra bit his bottom lip at the thought before brushing it aside and going back to the simulator. Looking over the options, he pauses, then chooses the timer. Something to challenge his speed, which wasn't that great, and he dismisses his keyblade as the castle appears around him. With a roll of his shoulders, Terra spreads his feet and starts sprinting, jumping over the torn building and using magic to deflect the fireballs. The earthquakes are a little easier to deal with, given his affinity for earth magic, and he slips one foot away from the other on a pause, slowing the tremor.

Join him?]



network

[un: terra]
I'm looking for a couple of people. And I was wondering if anyone could enlighten me on things that have happened around here?


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[hit me!]
historiology: (An Exciting First Journey)

<3 Terra!

[personal profile] historiology 2016-03-06 06:50 am (UTC)(link)
hi, terra! who were you looking for? maybe i can help you find them if they're here helping alastair too.

as for what happened, i don't know all the details myself but i did get here before you did so i can maybe try answer some basic questions.

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Ford Pines | Gravity Falls

[personal profile] weirdologist 2016-03-06 08:45 am (UTC)(link)
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[Entering the kitchen, there's a side of Ford that immediately wants to dissect and examine every inch of this alien - and familiar - food, and then there's the other side that reminds him he hasn't eaten in...what? Four days? A week? Time stood still when you were a golden statue with the world ending around you. He picks up a tart, the six fingers of one hand curling around the crisp golden crust while the other raises to tap his chin, squinting at it.]

You know, this reminds me of the time I was recruited as a taste tester in an intergalactic food competition. [There's a small sigh as he sets the tart down.] I'll never look at octopus the same way again.


three

[un: pointdexter]

Greetings, everyone. If anybody has the time, I'd like to ask you a few questions.

[Yes, that is an old man with salt and pepper hair and six fingers - six - rolling around a pen as he picks a notepad out of his overcoat. The next second later, a questionnaire pops up on your feed:]

1. How long have you been serving ALISTAIR?

2. How many missions have you been on?

3. What percentage of these missions would you say have been successful?

4. Do you agree with ALISTAIR's methods? If not, why?
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un: pearl

[personal profile] beyourrock 2016-03-06 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[Pearl glances over the questionnaire and soon responds after a few minutes of typing out her answers.]

1. I have been with ALASTAIR for approximately 6 months.

2. I have technically been on two misisons: Anwick and Chantes.

3. That's up for interpretation.

4. No. I do not agree with their methods. They took us away from our homes and families, just pick up the slack on their own missions.

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azaka kokutou | kara no kyoukai

[personal profile] ignitionart 2016-03-06 08:51 am (UTC)(link)
ii. training center
[For someone who has not only readily accepted their sudden transportation to another world, but also the existence of the supernatural in general, you'd think Azaka wouldn't be so scrutinizing of this training room. Can it really conjure up any sort of setting she thinks of? Just like that? It seems a little too easy.

But lo and behold, it really is that easy. As Azaka closes her eyes and imagines her usual practice setting, a good number of lifeless mannequins appear (along with a few dolls that bear a suspicious resemblance to an actual person). She smirks just slightly, but she might look just a little too amused at the setting now.]


Well, it really was that easy. [She takes out a glove for her right hand, and after putting it on, rainbow fire engulfs it, flickering between blue and green and red and purple and every color in between.] This'll be fun.

iv. viewing hall
[The castle is an interesting one, that's for sure. The Viewing Hall is no exception, and it's hard not to be amazed by it. All these worlds, all these glimpses, all in just one single room. She's amazed, but she's also a little unnerved.]

It's a little creepy, don't you think? The views might be brief, but this is still spying. [She sure wouldn't like the idea of some random magic mirror hall watching her, not even for five minutes.]

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[personal profile] voidshrine 2016-03-06 09:08 am (UTC)(link)
What's so fun for you?

[SURPRISE.... Guess who's here? Shiki may have a teasing tone to her voice. She's just here to mess around Azaka per usual. They have that kind of relationship. ]

Oh....

[She sees it now. Shiki lets out a long suffering sigh and pats Azaka on the shoulder.]

You've out done yourself this time.

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sakura matou | fate/stay night

[personal profile] springful 2016-03-06 09:14 am (UTC)(link)
i. kitchen
[With a magical self-serving kitchen that can conjure just about any food you need, going out of your way to physically cook for yourself might seem like a waste of energy.

Not for Sakura.

She's been taken from home. She can't contact any of the people she cares about. She has no idea how long she'll be here. To say she's stressed would definitely be an understatement, and frankly, cooking is as close as she'll be getting to de-stressing here. Let her have this, okay!!

So if you come through those double doors anytime soon, you'll find Sakura diligently cooking only to look up when you enter.]


Oh, hello. [a beat] What would you like to eat? [GIVE HER SOMETHING TO COOK, COME ON.]

iv. viewing room
[The pattern of world views only lasting about five minutes or so is easy to notice. The pattern for which world the mirror even looks at? Not so much. Sakura doesn't really think that she'll see her world here, but that doesn't stop her from trying.

So she sits down in front of one and watches in silence, hands folded in her lap and expression passive and blank. If she notices someone approaching, she'll ask:]


Have you ever seen your world here?

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[Who would've guessed, it's a wildcard option!!]
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[personal profile] humerous 2016-03-06 01:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[The person who approaches...really isn't a person at all, or at least human. No, it's a skeleton about four feet in height, dressed in a sweatshirt, t-shirt and shorts...and fluffy white slippers. Strange enough to be sure. But her question does get him to stop, because it's...a difficult one; the truth is he doesn't really have anything to view, not anymore. But at the same time it's Oska's best kept secret, and he'd rather keep it that way. So after a moment, he just shrugs.]

Never tried. Don't really care to, either. You havin' any luck, kiddo?

[His voice, at odds with his appearance, is fairly deep; gravelly, too.]

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Achilles | The Iliad

[personal profile] heelies 2016-03-06 05:12 pm (UTC)(link)
( a. NETWORK )

[The son of Peleus had of course noticed the offending gold cuff adorning his wrist, but it earns only a brief inspection from his sharp eyes. As a river in spate upon the downpours of spring, he surges through the castle's corridors, seeking answers and receiving none.

Good thing that, even in the absense of bright-eyed Athena and the succor she grants, magic technology activates with ease. His voice crackles across the network, as a fork of lightning aimed by Zeus who holds the aegis.]


You there, servant! Tell me what manner of deception this is, whether it be some trick of the gods or not. Because although the mighty son of Chronus has promised me victory in a duel against Hector son of Priam in vengeance of my cherished brother Patroclus, who fell by the cruel bronze of Hector's spear, it now appears that the heavens see fit to impede the path carved by my well-earned rage.

I refuse to believe that it was a lie, all those times when as a child my mother the nymph Thetis took me upon her knee and told me of the destiny that awaits me in Troy. Why is it, then, that I am taken from my hut beside the well-benched ships of the Achaeans, just as my heart was set on re-entering the battle? As the lame-foot god was forging for me the glorious armor that is to replace what Priam's son pried from Patroclus' body? As Hector, prince of the proud Trojans, was fated to fall by the cunning of my own spear?

[Yes, he seriously talks like this. Look, he just has a lot of feelings.]

( b. TRAINING CENTER )

[As you emerge from training, you may find yourself accosted by this man draped in tunic and robes as you've seen in paintings and statues of antiquity. He himself seems a fit subject for such works of art: broad across the shoulders and chest, sculpted in the arms and legs, with a head of noble curls. The body of a warrior.]

What name do you bear, and what country boasts your origin? [Because it's polite to exchange names and lineages first, of course.] For when you entered that room, I witnessed as you were transported to another land, although you travelled no distance at all.

[What's your secret, bro.]

( c. LIBRARY )

[You can take the warrior out of the war, but you can't take the war out of the warrior. As a wildfire sparked by the lightning hurled by Zeus who holds the aegis, and fed by acres of brittle grass and trees, his wrath cleanses his heart of all other detritus. And it cannot be smothered.

Upon discovering the library, and learning that its shelves are stocked with volumes of information, Achilles determines that this could be the swiftest route by which to return to the shores and plains surrounding Troy. Such a concept, however, is novel to him: in his era, the Phoenician alphabet in its incipiency has not yet crossed the wine-dark sea to reach the shores of Greece.

The prince of the Myrmidons, however, has been directed by a librarian to an atlas, whose maps he studies with great intensity as he tries to make sense of the images. You may overhear him muttering to himself:]


Would that bright-eyed Athena guide me as she has guided my spear in battle before. What lands are these that I cannot recognize by such small engravings? How am I to determine where lie the kingdoms of the Argives and of the Trojans?

(ooc: I apologize for the dearth of proper icons. I'm usually a dirty anime/vidya and LA pbs are Really Hard. Please bear with me.)
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heavyhitter: and here's the party it turned into! (here's the mutiny i promised you)

c!

[personal profile] heavyhitter 2016-03-06 05:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A guy looking like this just has to be approached. It's basically a law. What era is that clothing from, anyway? Ramir, not great with Earth history on a good day, can't even begin to guess. She heads over (quietly — it's the sort of sneaking you do when you really want plausible deniability if caught, but you're still definitely sneaking) from behind, and if she manages to get close enough, will invite herself to lean right in, over his shoulder. ]

Whatcha looking for? Because you just so happen to be speaking to a geography expert, so, y'know, I could be convinced to lend a hand.

[ A geography expert she definitely isn't... but she has done a lot of traveling. Maybe it'll even out and she'll actually be able to provide an answer or two to any hypothetical questions. ]

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soleil | fire emblem: fates | ota

[personal profile] cutethings 2016-03-06 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[Okay, so this place was new. And not the castle she was used to. And as much as she's curious as to what exactly just happened... a girl's gotta eat.

So, finding herself in the kitchen, a certain tenacious swordswoman's eyes widen at the smorgasbord before her very eyes, which are widening with curiosity. They were presented so wonderfully, and everything looked so appetizing!

Where should she start?

The salad seems nice, Soleil picking at the strange leaves and crunching the vegetables in the bowl, having a little hop in her step and a song in her head as she bounces along to the inaudible beat. Shoving the greens in her mouth like someone would a bowl of popcorn, she feels very inspired to practice her dancing skills, giving a bit of a twirl as she wanders about the room.

After the effects of the salad wears off, dessert has got to happen. There's no way she's not going to shove a tart in her mouth, licking her lips free of the fruity squishiness. Sweet! Very sweet. But not as sweet as any girl who may decide to walk in, of course. If you're cute, she's going to tell you... but honestly, did she really need to eat a truth-telling fruit to reveal her appreciation for cuties?]

(ooc. just lmk which food effect you want her to be under! or wildcard me, idek.)
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salad since pie doesnt apply since he's not a cute girl

[personal profile] humerous 2016-03-07 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
[He's fortunate enough in that he hasn't gotten taken in by any of this; enough people, newcomers amongst them, have inadvertently succumbed to the effects and shown him why trusting the kitchen is a terrible idea today, so he's mostly decided to hang around and watch people going in and out instead. Seated on the counter nearby is a fairly short looking skeleton, a small jar of ketchup resting on his lap that he's been slowly working at with a spoon.

And the moment Soleil starts chowing down on that salad, he speaks up in between spoonfuls.
]

Welp. That could be a problem.

[Or not, depending on the person.]
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phi(do) | zero escape: virtue's last reward

[personal profile] ccup 2016-03-08 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
one. the kitchen

[ The kitchen is the most important room in the entire castle, if you ask Phi. Nobody knows who's actually making the food, but the fact of the matter is (and more importantly to her)... it's all up for grabs, and so she's grabbing it. She starts with two empty plates, which she loads up with everything the kitchen has to offer right now: salad, fruit, roasted turkey, potatoes, rice, some sort of vegetable that looks like corn, bread... the plates are loaded so high she has to be careful with balancing them as she heads for the dining hall.

The double doors leading from the kitchen to the dining hall might prove to be a hazard, however. Since her hands are full, she has to nudge them open with her foot, and she can't exactly see if there's anything (or anyone) on the other side... ]

two. training center

[ The training center can create a wide variety of scenarios, it seems... she's not really the fighter type, but Phi feels the need to test out its "magitek" capabilities anyway—with a very specific scenario.

Case in point: there's a (fake) man with a circus ringleader aesthetic standing in the middle of the room, sneering with impotent anger. Phi has to admit, it's very true to life. Which just makes it all the more satisfying when she winds up and punches him square in his insufferably smug face—even the impact feels real, she can't help but note. ]


Interesting. [ She doesn't look like she's anything more than curious, but trust me, she's enjoying this. For science. ]

three. the library

[ Well, this has to be the biggest library Phi has ever seen in her life. Not that she's feeling daunted—she just gets some information from the nearest librarian and takes off.

There's one book in particular that catches her eye in the quantum theory section (Schrodinger's Cat), high up on the shelf. She reaches up to grab it—but it's just out of her reach, now matter how hard she struggles. And she does struggle (stubbornly, taking no comfort in the fact that there must exist a universe in which she's taller), bracing herself against the shelf and standing on her tiptoes as she extends her arm. Still no dice.

Please help a shorty out. ]

wildcard!

[ Please feel free to remix these prompts or hit me with something new! Phi is taking this timeline-hopping business pretty well, all in all, and she's definitely good for going on sophic rants about many-worlds and cats that are both dead and alive. Hmu. ]
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one... as much as I really want to punch dio why can't I tag all these prompts

[personal profile] nicearms 2016-03-08 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ Well, much as she might have liked to, she doesn't quite nail the next passerby in the face with the door, but she does bop him in the shoulder and subsequently snare the rest of his attention with her pile of teetering plates peeking through the crack. Ah, no hard feelings, her hands are full. ]

Here, let me get that. [ Without skipping a beat, he leans around to relieve half the burden or so by way of nabbing a couple plates. ] You hiding an army somewhere you gotta feed or what?

[ Seriously, one onceover is more than enough to confirm that there's no way in hell she's putting all that away— ]

[ A second later he stands corrected as well as dumbfounded, eye wide with a sudden recognition that comes in like a Mack truck and nearly knocks the plates right out of his hands. For both their sakes he manages to steady them, but that doesn't stop him blurting out: ]

Holy shit, when the hell did you get here?!

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walter white | breaking bad | ota

[personal profile] bluemeanie 2016-03-08 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
(1) kitchen

[Walt strolls into the kitchen, with that ever-perpetual glare on his face. He's digging his hands into his windbreaker, and only stops idly to look over one of the tarts. He smirks briefly, and begins to speak to himself. ]

The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts, All on a summer day. The Knave of Hearts, he stole those tarts, And took them quite away.

[If there's another in the room, he turns to them and speaks. But if not, he continues to speak to himself.]

I remember reading that book to my son.

(3) network

What is this meant to be, a punishment? Some kind of...community service? Christ. I can't, for the life of me, figure out any rational behind my being here in the first place.

[...shit, that probably came out way worse than he intended it to.]
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[Now, this guy kind of looks like a grumpy guys. But Steven's not one to judge a book by its grumpy cover, so he gives a friendly smile as the man walks in. The tiny child already has his own tart in hand that he's been nibbling on.

After the man starts to recite poetry, Steven knows he must be a cool guy! He quickly looks excited.]


O M G! You have a son, and you know the Queen of Hearts? That's great! [He must be a good dad.] Do you know a lot of books, Mister?

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frisk | undertale - not sure if appable, just having some fun testdriving!

[personal profile] playerschoice 2016-03-11 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
oska | wandering

[behind one of those big suits of armor is a tiny child, no more than about eight years old. the animate suit of armor steps forward. so does the child. the armor's helmet swivels around and glances over its shoulder, staring (with nothing) at the child as if in confusion. this isn't the first time this has happened, because the child appears to be waiting for it.

there is a very long pause.]


... Kitchen.

[frisk says, and the giant suit of armor straightens up immediately, striding down the hall. of course they scamper after it, a small (but very excited!) smile on their face.]

kitchen | cooking

[there's so much food... it looks too extravagant to eat, so frisk decides to work something else out. hey, they've had cooking lessons, right? sort of.

fresh vegetables are easy enough to find, but unfortunately, when you're a small child, countertops aren't your friend. nor are most of the pans and other kitchen utensils, hanging up out of reach.

so here is a small child awkwardly trying to smash(?) a tomato with their fist at the edge of the counter, while the vegetable (fruit?) constantly rolls away. their clumsy eight-year-old strength is just too weak! who knew making spaghetti would be so demanding...]


training center | here is the prompt for sans

[“welcome, recruit. train?”

well, maybe. frisk still hasn't figured out how this entire room works, and a few minutes of walking around had earned only the words popping up once they touched one of the pads. rather than speaking to the display, they continue pressing buttons—slowly, but this child has no idea what they're doing.

0 enemies, though. there is that parameter they set.

a computerized reality opens up into the room, and it's of a familiar house. there's a knife on the floor. a knife?

frisk picks it up.]


wildcard | anything!

[stables, greenhouses, courtyard, dungeon, whatever i missed! frisk would be there at some point. c:]
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KITCHEN, NATURALLY

[personal profile] boneafide 2016-03-11 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
[Papyrus has spent quite a lot of time in this kitchen; one, because a kitchen where you can request any food is really amazing, and he's tried to ask for about a thousand things he shouldn't have (don't ask how the Onion & Peanut Butter sandwich went), and two, because he loves cooking in general!!

So this is his maybe six hundredth trip to the kitchen, a place his visits with such frequency, one might expect nothing here could surprise him anymore.

BUT THEN THERE'S FRISK, PUNCHING(?) A TOMATO!!!!!
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FRISK!!!!

[He's rather overjoyed, and runs up to the child, hands curled into little balls of excitement.]

I DIDN'T EXPECT TO SEE YOU HERE!!

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Chrollo Lucifer - Hunter x Hunter - OTA

[personal profile] blacksilk 2016-03-14 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
[The Network]
[TEXT]
I've gathered that this excursion is intended to lead to the salvation of many, many people. Is this a guarantee?

Having heard of the previous mission, I can only tell that there are hiccups which may consistently occur throughout future missions. Are you, as a group, open to suggestions?

I would like to hope for teamwork and camaraderie, but I understand this may be problematic for many of you. What do you think would help this group to develop into a well-rounded team?


[The Library]
There wasn't much of an investment to be profited from in going through the stacks and stacks of books in the library. There were mysterious titles about--including histories of places he had never heard of, places he heard didn't exist and places that had yet to exist. Chrollo was interested in the nature of them, but it seemed as if there were key differences between the reality he was from and the ones he read about. He spent hours there, his attention set to check if he was being watched. He wanted to make certain that he could present himself as an idle, curious mind. There was a small, if not infinitesimal, chance he could be spotted and recognized, though he took it all in with a casual air that made it seem as if he was simply another curious mind delving into books.

It was one of the more popular places to be, he realized. People wanted to know more about their dire situation. They hadn't conscripted intentionally---saved or stolen the way he was. The pulse of Kurapika's judgement chains had vanished, leaving him free to operate however he liked. Given that he had already exhausted any means of escape and found no one really knew how to leave--he decided to further exhaust his options by doing as much as he could to get a lay of the land. He listened to transmissions on the jewel, to conversations in public and he even lingered in the training room to see what he could of others' abilities.

He was in the middle of lambs and sharks. Without any clue as to the bonds those lambs and sharks had with one another, his loneliness became more of a sad fact and more of a serious impediment. Could he risk obtaining allies? He would just have to see where the risks were.

The library had been a popular spot when experience told him such was the opposite. Many people wanted to learn things. Many people wanted ground beneath their feet. They could be desperate--and, easy to manipulate. Maybe it could be a challenge or a cakewalk, for all he knew. Anyone looking at him couldn't have imagined his calm and relaxed expression was anything dangerous. He wore that expression well, eased into it by experience. He was simply another patron.
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[personal profile] digophelia 2016-03-14 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
The salvation of so many individuals in such a short amount of time is no guarantee. We will be fortunate if we are more organized than the last mission. As for success in the mission for us to act as a well-rounded team, would that not depend on the circumstances of the mission?

It's too early to say what will make us solidify as an actual team. To put it lightly, some of us can be on the dense side.

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Hotaru Tomoe | Sailor Moon

[personal profile] ruining 2016-03-15 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
Training Ground

[ Considering the state of affairs present, it isn't that all unusual that she's found herself in another place, with little to no explanation. The last she can recall is the state of her room shifting dramatically. All at once, a jungle, a dessert, and then a tundra. Was this the next change? All at once, her quiet, secluded home had shifted into something that Hotaru read about in stories. But, this time, Hotaru had seemingly wandered far enough from her friend, clearly.

No sight of the other girl -- a pink haired girl should have stuck out like a sore thumb. Even in the pit of Hotaru's stomach and something pining in the back of her mind, she knew something was different, something had changed and it was just more than just her house. She had found herself barefoot still; the girls were playing cards in the comfort of her bedroom and it wasn't as if Chibisua and Hotaru were planning to leave for the day. There wasn't a point for her to be wearing shoes.

So, stumbling (quite literally) into the training grounds without shoes, desperately looking for any clues or her friend. Finding Chibiusa seemed like a long shot, at this rate, but it was still worth it. Hotaru couldn't live with the guilt. What if Chibiusa disappeared into another reality and couldn't get home? But she was weak, physically weak, and couldn't get very far without bracing herself against whatever railing she could find, crumbling to the ground to catch her breath. Worst of all, she was starting to get a headache.

Surely, the sight of a panicked twelve year old would get someone's attention. Despite her chest tightening, Hotaru would still try to seek help. Not for her, but for her friend. ]


Excuse me, I'm sorry- [ In between gasps for air. ] Please, can you help me?

Network!
username: hotaru

My apologies, I don't mean to be a bother to anyone. I trie to read through as much as I can; I see that there are many who come through here, without much of a choice. But I was in a similar situation before any of this, before this Oska place. I was hoping, at least, if someone could inform me about the possible whereabouts of a friend of mine? I mean, even if she isn't here, I just want to know she'll be okay.

Is there any way we can find means to call home? Not only is my friend going to be in danger, but my father is going to be very worried about me.
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[personal profile] strictdiscipline 2016-03-15 01:49 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm afraid there's no way to contact anyone outside of ALASTAIR. You might be able to contact one of the higher-ups to convey a message, but their response rate is mediocre at best.

[There's a couple fickle people in ALASTAIR, what can she say. Anyway—]

What does your friend look like? I can keep an eye out and let you know if I see her.

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blast from the past here, as awful as ever

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I - K I T C H E N

Lessa of Pern, Weyrwoman, saviour of the world, of noble bearing and steely repose, surveys the offerings of this old establishment with as much repudiation as she had shown the rest of the operation that called itself ALISTAIR. Ripped from her triumphant return to Benden Weyr with all the Weyrs of Pern at her back, not two days past her insanely successful gamble, she had expected reunion and praise and recognition.

Not to be shifted between to some land that time had all but forgotten.

It rankles too, that her dragon Ramoth has curled up upon Lessa's bed, sullen and completely disgusted though she is, to ignore her bond in order to sleep. The great golden beauty had been reduced to the size of a hatchling, or a stunted watch wher, her grace and her regal, prodigious duty to bear eggs reduced to shackled nothingness. Lessa is not sure how they had performed the procedure, which had been described as magical, but she wants it reversed. She also knows, however, that flying a queen where dragonmen are absent would be a grave error, and moreover, that any clutch that Ramoth might produce here is one that might not serve Pern. Above all, the Weyrwoman works for her planet.

Saving others and righting wrongs, she coldly consoles herself, is a calling to which she excels. She and Ramoth will be out of this place only shortly, and she will remember it as fondly as she did other evil portents of her youth.

The slight, narrow-faced woman slips into the dining hall with a platter of cheeses and bread, and a cup filled with something that smells reminiscent of klah. Candles blaze in their sconces, and the narrow windows far above her let in only starlight. It is late, but she is in no mood to sleep.

In fact, sitting back in her chair after she's finished her last bite, she is in the mood to speak. She wants more information and she wants it from others who are in her position. She doesn't let an opportunity pass: when Lessa sees someone passing by the great, open door, her light but sharp voice rings forth. "You there, come and join me." She swings sweet, as is her wont when she is feeling bitter. "We both have the time, wouldn't you say?"



I I - T R A I N I N G: A N W I C K

"Do you mock me?!" Lessa is indignant, and her outcry is directed at more than one source. She'd been brought here to train, you'd said, and so she and Ramoth had both come to the strange room with panels and crystals and unusual technology.

But then, a new world had developed around her and in it, the facts had become clear. To kill a dragon?! And newly hatched dragonets at that?! Ramoth, instantly infuriated by the implication, had flown up to the roof of a nearby ruined house to bugle, eyes whirling like fire opals in the light of the brands these mindless representations of Holders have been waving about.

Lessa knows full well that this was nothing more than a game, but its reality clouds her judgment, its content irks her sensibilities and her morals to the quick. Most days, she can keep her anger veiled beneath acidic wit, but this... this takes it.

She had spat at the head of the village, but now she turns on you. "What, by the First Egg, do you think you're trying to do, here?! This is not a training program, this is a travesty! I won't stand for this brutish show of intimidation!" Her words are cut by an alarming snarl; Ramoth might not be her full menacing thirty feet of pure muscle and glowing hide, but at the size of a dog that the diminutive form of the Weyrwoman could just barely perch upon, her sinuous neck can still create a sound to raise the hairs on the back of any neck.

The villagers might not be real, but both woman and dragon are, and this particular training program has proven a grave affront... it might be wise to make amends.



I I I - N E T W O R K
un: weyrwomanlessa

[Lessa's narrow, feminine face fills the network, her soft, dark hair plaited savagely back to reveal a sharp profile. She is distracted for a moment, hand preoccupied with caressing the eye-ridge of a redolent golden dragon who has curled up around her on one of Komo's many beaches in Nawali. The sun is setting, and the rhythmic lapping of the waves out of picture provides a metronomic susurrus to her pointed, silent stare.]

I understand that some of you may be experiencing some trouble convincing the creatures of this place to cooperate after the events of today, and for that...

[she pauses, clearly ready for a fraction of a second to capitulate towards an apology... but then steel flashes behind her grey eyes.]

I would like to point out the fact that these residents are small, and weak, and resemble in passing something like the herdbeasts that are common prey-animals of Pern. If Ramoth were to attempt to abduct one, it is in her nature as the apex beast of this and other worlds. If their Goddess, Nalanni, has forsaken them and rescinded her gifts from their Blood, perhaps they should start by addressing this plain and simple shortcoming.

[A low blow, coming from a human as diminutive as Lessa is.]
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amethyst ⟡ steven universe

[personal profile] badgem 2016-03-20 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ KITCHEN ]

[ wow, so, no, gems don't have to eat. this is pretty well known ( to anyone that knows gems ), but if someone were to walk into the kitchen right now, they would find Amethyst displaying the exact opposite of that. she's not usually a salad kinda gem, but seven salads? sure! why not! which means she's dancing around as she grabs whatever she can get her hands on, stuffing her face like she hasn't eaten in years, and she's not sure when the next time she'll get a good meal will be. literally stuffing her face, by the way. handfuls of stuff at a time, and her mouth grows a little bigger if it has to.

and no, she doesn't really even notice that the salad was making her dance, or that the cupcakes were making her voice five octaves lower than usual as those strips of jerky made her sing. none of it registers. she just loves food.

and loves when someone finally finds their way to the kitchen to join her. well, who knows if they're here for her, but she's going to pretend they are
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Ugh! Finally! Quick, gimme a boost so I can get my hands on those cookies up there!

[ she's standing in front of a tall set of shelves, arms stretched up in an attempt to reach a big bucket of cookies, yeah. ]

Gimmegimmegimmeh!
runningjoke: (it was a mere illusion)

[personal profile] runningjoke 2016-03-20 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
...

[ This is...

Well uh...

Awkward.

Maybe, despite walking halfway into the kitchen, and already being visibly spotted, Amethyst will decide to NOT violently pursue her, and she can just... back out of the kitchen slowly?? Maybe they can both just pretend they never saw each other?? ]

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wendy corduroy . gravity falls

[personal profile] lumberjacks 2016-03-20 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ TRAINING ....sorta. ]

[ it's only sorta training, because Wendy's already survived a three hour-long stint in the Oska castle. and even though the scene around her is gone, leaving her chilling in the middle of the training center itself, she still looks like she's been through hell. but. maybe not, because those big huffs of breath that leave her exit through a big dumb smile.

she's been through hell already, actually. weirdmageddon lasted way longer than this simulation, and it took place in her hometown. this? this was nothing. this was kind of fun. she's covered in grime and dirt, and the axe she picked up along the way isn't looking any better, but she looks pretty damn pleased with herself. no, she doesn't know much about this place, but she now knows she can survive what was labelled as a tough training scenario, so she's okay with it.

she can deal, like she always does.

and she should probably get up off the floor, but eh. maybe she's comfy here. maybe she's really content to just keep on laying right here where she is, claiming this as her current spot. it's her chill spot, now. all chilling will happen right here. that's the plan.

until she hears a set of footsteps enter the doorway instead of walking on by to the next simulation room. not that she gets up, but-
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You better tell me before you decide to boot up a new horror show, because I am not doing that again. [ one hand is gripping the handle of her axe a little tighter, like she could get up and fight again if she has to, but her other hand is pointing in the general direction of the doorway, all very hey you, just so she doesn't actually have to sit up and give them a hey you look of hey youness. it's just as effective, she's sure ] Besides, after three hours in this thing, I think I deserve at least thirty minutes to lay around doing nothing before I even think about getting back up again. You understand.
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[personal profile] boneafide 2016-03-23 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh! No, of course, I wouldn't do that! It was a very overall unpleasant simulation for me as well!! And also I didn't start it up.

[Says the talking, walking skeleton, which might give one the impression the simulation is still going. But alas, it isn't. He's really there. Please don't kill him.]

Worry not, friend! I am quite sure this is all over for a while!

sorry for the wait!!

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tulio | the road to el dorado

[personal profile] theatricks 2016-03-23 02:47 pm (UTC)(link)
1 ) NO MAN IS AN ISLAND

[ magic, man. it's way freaky.

tulio swears it's all real — the wood, the sun, the water. the distinct smell of salt and sea mingling with just a hint of misery and that all-consuming sense of helplessness. yeah. yeah, he's definitely been here before.

but also not? he can't really understand it, and a part of him kind of wishes he didn't want to understand it, but part of working the game is knowing, first, how the game works. how else are you supposed to twist it to your advantage? and, buddy, could you both use a bit of an advantage right now. sure, the sun hasn't yet reached its peak, and the rays aren't yet beating down against your skin — but it's getting there, lord is it getting there, and if he had a peseta to his name he'd bet those were storm clouds gathering in the near distance.

at least the long boat is void of horse this time around.

still, that doesn't ease most of his worries because even if this is a simulation, it all still feels so real, which means thirst, hunger, and hypothermia will also feel very, very real, and tulio's had enough of that kind of fun for one lifetime, thankyouverymuch. ]


Alright, here's what we're gonna do—

[ because someone needs to take the lead and why not him? (probably because it's his fault they're in this situation in the first place, but let's not bother with trivial details of the past.) grasping an oar, he hands the other to his unfortunate companion, eyes narrowing in a way that seems to suggest a Plan is forming, and it would do you well to begin Steepling Your Fingers in preparation for it. ]

—we row.

[ BRILLIANT. ]

2 ) PLAN B C L

[ in a way, it's almost nostalgic. he can probably count it on both hands, the number of times he's found himself in a similar situation: hands clamped over his bowed head, hunched behind an overturned table as a crowd of very angry patrons decide to settle a dispute he had unwittingly instigated the old fashioned way... that is to say — not with their words.

only now this particular crowd are not angry spaniards upset over a rigged game of dice but angry goblins upset over a rigged game of darts and, sure, maybe he should have walked away after the first six wins but who's ever heard of unlucky seven, anyway?

anyway, the point is he's got a plan. at least, that's what he told you when he dragged you back here, but it's been a few minutes now of listening to the mayhem behind them and he still hasn't said anything past that initial declaration.

give him a second, though, geez, it's hard to think with all that glass being broken okay...! ]

3 ) WILDCARD

[ do your worst. pls. ]
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[personal profile] fortify 2016-03-23 04:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ For someone who does not know what a game of rigged darts could possibly be (cheating is not a word in his dictionary of life), Yukimura is in awe at the brawl that has resulted from what seems like thin air to him. Lucky for Tulio, not only is Yukimura stupid enough to stay with the person that caused this but he is also so caught off guard by this turn of events, he's incredibly patient--

--and peeking over the table with eyes almost as large as saucers. He's even silent while exchanges occur but then breaks this code of not bringing attention in their direction by standing suddenly with a gasp.
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--Sir! Please, I ask that you put that innocent bystanding gentleman down before someone is regrettably injur— [ There is what can only be described as an incredible or otherwise magical sound that flies through the air and gets louder as it comes in their direction. Is it a man's terror? A woman's horror? A baby's cry? A toddler's hiss? A child's f--

Yukimura is cut short in his attempts to spare the victim loss of dignity as they are tossed in their direction. He attempts to catch them without error; but the tossed one decides to catch the samurai's face on the landing, with its claws (just in case...).

It is in fact a very large cat that has been traumatized by being thrown across the room like a bottle because in a bar fight anything is legal, apparently.

Yukimura is knocked over flat on his back, fat cat sprawled on his face, hair standing up and claws out for blood and all. To the young Takeda general's credit... the cat is unharmed and he has made sure to catch it despite everything so it doesn't hurt itself on the descent to the floor.

The nerve of this culture and it's unusual traditions.

Not to Yukimura's credit is that the cat is still lucid. This cat is also not cool with what is happening and it looks to Tulio, directing a low meow and a tail twitch towards him. Its landing pad here may not have any idea who is the cause of this, but it does. Fix it...!! (Before something bigger gets launched.)
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rhys | tales from the borderlands

[personal profile] dbag 2016-03-23 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)
ONE ✗ THE KITCHEN
[ Let's say you've decided to head to the kitchen to get some cookies up. A good choice! But it's not cookies the Rock is cookin' today. The kitchen is serving up fresh... somethings. They're odd colors — purple polka dots, neon green, one of them even glows in the dark — and have the consistency of jello but the smell of meat. What. Whatever universe this dish hails from must be a big fan, because the kitchen just keeps going. There's at least ten plates of it out right now, and the whole place is starting to smell like bacon. A disappointingly misleading smell.

Rhys raises an eyebrow, pokes the polka-dotted dish, then immediately retracts his hand as if it's going to bite him. (For all he knows, it could.)
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What— who would— this cannot be normal.

[ He refuses to accept that it is. He's also terribly curious about it and terribly afraid of it, so when an unsuspecting victim is spotted: ]

Hey! You hungry? Go ahead, have a... this thing.
THREE ✗ THE NETWORK
Who else looks badass in their new chainz? Ha ha... no, delete that. Stop typing what I'm thinking and BACKSPACE. Ohmygod, I hate you, I hate you so much.

Sooooo uh, forget you saw that and think about this new question instead. Technology: friend or foe? Stop me if you've heard of

1. Electricity
2. Radios
3. Cars
4. ECHOnet
5. Literally anything - ANYTHING - that isn't made from magic fairy crap. Or... whatever. Wires. Wires are a good sign. So is metal.
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[personal profile] paintjobs 2016-03-23 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Hardlight holograms are good for a lot of things. Great for squeezing into areas a large, Cybertronian form can't fit into, for one thing. Good for getting a closer look at stuff in those areas. You can even feel a bit with them! A bit, not that much. The tactile sensory input could use some work.

But smell, smell has been completely neglected. So when Knock Out strolls into the kitchen -- or at least when his avatar strolls into the kitchen, Knock Out himself is a completely inconspicuous car in the courtyard at the moment -- he's spared the weirdest part of all this.

Then he's addressed, which is a perfect time to let his oversized sunglasses slide down a little on the bridge of his nose to give the human in question A Look. It mirrors one he'd make with his own face, so he knows it's good.
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Do I look like I ingest organic material? [ He does, actually. Aside from the red-glowing black-sclera eyes he's going going on, he looks pretty human. That's the point of the avatar. ] No thanks, be my guest.

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Alec Lightwood - Shadowhunters - OTA!!!

[personal profile] lionheart 2016-03-24 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
[Kitchen]

[Alec would admit only one thing: a mundane kitchen that could continuously keep up with a Nephilim appetite was commendable. The problem was how not mundane the kitchen was. Food came out of nowhere. Plates were always clean. Everything smelled great, which made him all the more hesitant.

But he was hungry. And irritated. Mostly hungry. There were several plates in front of him, ranging widely from several kinds of protein, all sliced neatly, to a large, under-dressed salad he'd, stupidly, been picking at.

He knew better. He knew a lot better. It reeked of magic, and magic led to things going wrong. Every time. There had been the lightest floral taste, and then. Thoughts. Shooting into his brain, over and over, needling. Get up. Move.

The more insistent they became, the harder his fingers dug into the bench underneath him, until Alec could feel his nails beginning to crack at the tips. Move. Both feet were planted heavily on the ground, but to any passerby, it was clear that real exertion was going into... not moving. His face was flushed, shoulders tight.

I am not going to do it. He would break a leg before he did.]
Magic. [It was practically a hiss under his breath.]


[Training Center]

[It was where he was most at home. He didn't have to practice with some fake, pretend bow. His was as solid and real as the stele tucked in his pocket, both items having managed the trip with him.

The demons, however, were not. The system was similar enough to the Institute's, though this one was much more... uh. Invasive. The demons were similar to a Ravener, and the detail was intricate enough, but they didn't react to the shots like they should. The runes were tucked under an arm -- maybe the system wanted to give him a challenge -- but they were a poor shade of the runes he knew. His patience grew thing after a few perfect shots to the soft skin between ribs and collar and the demons pressed closer towards him.

Impatient enough that he set down his bow with a sigh, the Raveners dissolving into mist.]
What's the point of a system that doesn't work?

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