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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!]
Edited 2016-03-06 00:51 (UTC)
perma_banned: (hippity hoppity)

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!]
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.

[personal profile] ex_mettacrusher33 2016-03-06 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
Hm?

[Ah. Yup. There they go.]

We're going to be taking a quick commercial break, my dears! But when we return: the results of our investigation and our continuing interviews!

[He shuts off the feed, then turns to the other monster. Despite the interruption, Mettaton actually seems to be taking it fairly pleasantly.

He crosses one of his legs over the other, his smile less (for lack of a better word) staged.]


My, my. It's good to see a familiar face, but I have to say I'm surprised to see you taking up a cause that requires so much effort, Sansy.

[Sans is still a bit of an enigma, but MTT knows him well enough from the performances at his resort. "Sans" and "work" usually weren't in the same sentence unless "is not" was in between them.]
beyourrock: (What do you know?!)

[personal profile] beyourrock 2016-03-06 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
Excuse me!

[Pearl pushes the microphone away from her face and looks at the android, less than pleased. She gestures to the kitchen counter, wearing an apron around her neck and torso. It looked like she was already baking up some goodies before this... whatever he was barged in.

Then again, she could be the whole cause of the terrible dishes that have been rumored. She doesn't like to eat after all.]


Get off the counter top! You're contaminating it!

[personal profile] ex_mettacrusher33 2016-03-06 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
Ohoho, camera-shy, are we?

[He pulls the microphone back a bit, but points it back at her as well, making no attempt to remove himself from his current position.

In fact, he's already lifting his leg to pose harder. He's definitely not moving.]


No need to worry about that. Anyone would die to eat food that I've blessed with my touch, but what they might actually hurt themselves with is the food being produced in this kitchen.

[He's staring pointedly at her apron, still smiling.] You wouldn't know anything about what's happening, would you?
beyourrock: (Cute pout.)

[personal profile] beyourrock 2016-03-06 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh dear stars. She narrows her eyes at him and his posing. She turns her nose up to the microphone and takes a few steps away to check one of the nearby ovens. She wrinkles her nose at the notion of something being being produced by her being ill-tasting.]

I have no idea what you're talking about.

[She says as she peeks inside the oven to check on what looks to be a pie.]

What exactly has been happening?
humerous: (Default)

[personal profile] humerous 2016-03-06 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
Hey, know me that well and you should know I haven't. [He shrugs, because he's never been shy about that image he has.] So long as you're here, you don't have to do a thing.

I mean, a lot of folks already wanna do right by this whole timeline shtick, so being down one skeleton isn't hurting their efforts all that much.

[personal profile] ex_mettacrusher33 2016-03-06 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
[Sigh. There's a difficult face if he's ever seen one.]

(Look, darling, I'm trying to film something here, so if you aren't going to at least TRY, this program isn't going to do anything for anyone.)

[He turns back to the "camera" before he can get a response, apologizing for technical difficulties and shutting off the feed for the moment. Afterwards, he turns back to his unwilling participant, hand on his chin as he continues to lounge.]

A situation regarding the food. I suppose it's obvious you knew nothing, in hindsight, or else you certainly wouldn't be baki--

[His eyes light up. Literally.]

How long have you been cooking in here?

[personal profile] ex_mettacrusher33 2016-03-06 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
[Hm. That explains it.]

And our lovely employers don't seem to mind? That's not very professional.

[A certain burger flipper knew from experience that if there was anything that grinded MTT's gears it was laziness in the workplace.]
boneafide: (Default)

just.... just let me do this...

[personal profile] boneafide 2016-03-06 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
OH.
boneafide: (Default)

[personal profile] boneafide 2016-03-06 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
MY GOD???
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[personal profile] boneafide 2016-03-06 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
OH MY GOD, IT'S METTATON!!!!
beyourrock: (HUFF PUFF.)

[personal profile] beyourrock 2016-03-06 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
I don't care about your little broadcast. [Pearl is the least charismatic candidate for a broadcast like this. She also frowns at the camera. She sighs heavily as she closes the oven. She continues to talk, despite the feed continuing.]

It'd help me more if you'd just--

[And at his eyes lighting up, she glances back at the android, wrinkling her nose.]

I've been here for a few hours. [She balloons with a tight frown.]

Are you accusing me of possible bad food?
Edited 2016-03-06 02:33 (UTC)
boneafide: (11)

[personal profile] boneafide 2016-03-06 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
IN THE KITCHEN, RIGHT NOW!! HAVING A SHOW, RIGHT NOW, LIVE, IN THE KITCHEN!!!!
boneafide: (pic#9793347)

[personal profile] boneafide 2016-03-06 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
boneafide: (pic#9793348)

[personal profile] boneafide 2016-03-06 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
boneafide: (pic#9793346)

okay now im done

[personal profile] boneafide 2016-03-06 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ Suddenly, the door to the kitchen bursts in. Yes, he was screaming in his head and running at the same time. Now, fortunately, he's here to scream in person. ]

METTATON, I'M YOUR BIGGEST FAN!!!!!

[personal profile] ex_mettacrusher33 2016-03-06 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
[Was that a negative comment directed toward his work? How... how strange. It's like the woman just moved her mouth without actually saying anything.

So odd.

He's still smiling as he waves his hand dismissively.]


Of course not, darling. That would make this an entirely different show. What I am implying is that you might have seen something.

As a serious journalist, it's my duty to my audience to question you. So: you honestly haven't noticed anything the entire time you've been here?
beyourrock: (That couldn't possibly...)

[personal profile] beyourrock 2016-03-06 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
No I haven't.

[She shifts uncomfortably as she moves to pull the pie out of oven, with oven mits at the ready! She closes the door of it with her foot carefully, making sure not to close it too harshly. With a smile, she sets down the pie nearby on the counter, watching steam rise from the flakey crust of the pie.

She sets down the mits, glancing back at him.]


What exactly have you heard? I would like to hear your side of the story, or what others have been saying.

[Her pies. Sometimes they could be hit or miss. But she always thinks she's flawless in every way possible. For the most part anyways.]
homestaw: (pic#6012339)

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!

[personal profile] ex_mettacrusher33 2016-03-06 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
[He's certainly getting screamed at right now. Such passion!! Well! That's the welcome he should have received the moment he started broadcasting!

Mettaton laughs, loud and charming, as he gives the audience and his sudden guest a winning smile.]


I can certainly see that! It's WONDERFUL to know I already have a fan waiting for me! I hope it was worth the wait!

Oh, who am I kidding. Of COURSE it was!! ...But really, we're recording, sweetheart. Unless YOU happen to know anything about today's events?

[The mic. He's pointing it.]
humerous: (Default)

[personal profile] humerous 2016-03-06 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
Oh boy...if that bothers you, you're really not gonna sit well here.

[They just kind of threw them at Chantes and hoped it worked out...]

Undyne's trying to get things, uh, organized. But the ones in charge we spoke to? Yeah, ain't interested. We're basically on our own.
boneafide: (Default)

1/2

[personal profile] boneafide 2016-03-06 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ METTATON IS TALKING TO HIM! METTATON CALLED HIM SWEETHEART!! ]

Today's events??

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