TEST DRIVE MEME #5

[futurologists]

test drive 5.0 The world has shifted. Or maybe you’ve shifted? Either way, things have changed, and it’s going to be quite a while before you see them change back again. BASICS You were going about your business as usual until the world went white around you, and when the fog cleared: Oska. You've arrived in a snag of reality between worlds, the full extent of which can be read about here. But in essence, you’ve arrived in a grand, magical, almost empty castle. Outside the castle is an empty, long-abandoned village, partially in ruin. Past that, the world simply fades out into white mist. Your best bet is probably to stick to the castle and its grounds. Suits of armor patrol the quiet hallways, but good luck getting them to speak or answer any questions. There’s absolutely nothing inside them, they move under their own power. They don’t talk, but they also go out of their way not to hurt you. You can even attack one, it will just patiently wait for you to give up and leave. If, however, you ask one for directions, it will dutifully turn and lead the way to wherever you’ve requested. Librarians lurk in the halls of the enormous, well-stocked library, in which you can find nearly any book from nearly any world. The librarians are tall, wide, and very muscular, but they’re also not out to hurt you. Provided you play nice, of course. The usual rules apply: be respectful of the books, keep your voice lowered, and never bring any source of flame into the library. That last one might make the librarians reconsider their nonviolent natures. Outside, there's a greenhouse with every type of flora you can imagine (and more, since they're from all over the universe) — be careful, though, because not all of them are friendly. If you'd like to take a dip, you can check out the lake; just be friendly to the fish. You can catch sight of almost any animal you'd like in the stables, real-world or fantasy. Most of them have been tamed, and won't do any real harm. However, some of them can be a bit testy. Stay away from the unicorns unless you have perfect manners — they hate impoliteness. Current characters in game can assume that the Timeline glitched and sent them temporarily back to Oska. You are welcome to take any threads that happen here as game canon, should both parties arrive in game. Threads done here by prospective players may be used as application samples, and threads done by current players may be used as Bonus AC. PROMPTS ONE ✗ THE KITCHEN The kitchen is always stocked with food, freshly cooked and ready to be eaten — although there was no one to do the cooking, and it might just be you to do the eating. That doesn’t seem to discourage the kitchen in the slightest, which is constantly churning out new, fresh courses. Some of them are more innocent than others today. That tart you just ate? It was harpfruit, native to Cendiares, and has a pesky side effect of making the eater blurt out everything that pops into their head. The completely average-looking salad actually has flakes of Raphian wildflowers, which cause a bit of dancing fever — it isn't contagious, but it does make the sufferer want to dance with everyone they can. The choices and effects are endless and up to you, and don't worry; ALASTAIR is working on getting the kitchen under control as we speak. TWO ✗ THE TRAINING CENTER Maybe you find your way into the Training Center. A lot of work went into setting this room up, and it can construct nearly any scenario that you can imagine. All it takes to activate this room, still and featureless until it comes to life, is the brush of a finger against one of the glowing pads on the wall. The magitek will take it from there. Just envision the setting and any enemies you’d like to train against, and they’ll instantly materialize. Would you rather go sightseeing, without worrying about a fight? No problem! The room is eager to provide you with a sparring partner, but it can be convinced to hold off -- just don’t think of getting into any fights. The Training Center also offers any games you can think of: soccer, basketball, literal freeze tag, etc. Every supply you need will be simulated for you. Additionally, the following scenarios are also preloaded into the system for user convenience, each coming with a small summary of mission objectives: ANWICK: A ruined little village with a massive, dead dragon skewered in the center of it. The goal is to protect her young in a nearby cave. The terrain is treacherous, the wyrmlings are squirmy and unhelpful, and the townsfolk are furious. But for good reason -- it seems dragons have been plaguing them for decades. Even the simulation’s enemies are programmed to say as much, and will do their best to convince you to their side. CHANTES: Chantes, Audentes' first mission, is a typical medieval town cloaked in darkness and surrounded by a winding forest. It comes in two default flavors and difficulty settings. Fairies are the easier enemy; the objective is to collect three jars of unpleasant, glowing sap from their nests without getting your eyes poked out. The fairy goop can also cause disturbances with magical powers, unwanted levitation, and unfortunate cosmetic effects. Demons are the more difficult setting. The task is to clear ominous runes off of various town structures, but when approached, each one releases a red, misty spirit. It will fight tooth and nail to protect its ‘home,’ but is largely invulnerable short of destroying its rune. To prevent this, it may resort to spells, violence, and possessing someone else in the simulation -- consider this a lesson in PvP. (NOTE: You’re also welcome to use anything from the previous events from Chantes as well.) OSKA TRAINING: The goal in this simulation is simple: outlast the timer. It’s exactly the same castle, but after it’s been pelted by a firestorm, architecture ruined to rubble and ash. Navigating the half-destroyed castle is hard enough, and the earthquakes and fireballs raining from the sky will continue until characters survive for a certain amount of time (from an hour to a day) or find a full bushel’s worth of food. And just to rub salt in the wound, all the dirt, grime, and mud in this simulation will last outside of it, so you might need a shower after. NALAWI: An island nation populated by diminutive deer people. The first setting is a mini version of the Gilligan's Island event -- it's less action-packed and more focused on survival. Marooned on the drowned island of Dakal, it's up to you to figure out where to find food and shelter. You might also want to avoid the hungry sea creatures that have made their way up on the island, too. The second setting involves lava monsters erupting out of Nalalona, the largest volcano on the Nalawi islands. Lava imps will do their best to hypnotize recruits into following them back into the volcano, and can be defeated the normal way or non-violently lured into the water. Next comes the fire golems, hulking but fast. Their weak spot is their glowing core, but it will require some cleverness to reach. (NOTE: You're welcome to use any scenarios based on other Nalawi events as well!) ZETA-12: Oh boy, a whole planet to explore! The objective here is simple: protect your delicate goo baby at all costs. Luckily for you, the simulation has seen fit to skip over the frozen wastes! Your first challenge is crossing the deep forest: carnivorous plants try to get a bite out of you, but that isn't the worst part. Eventually, you come to a deep chasm, and have to choose between forcing your wailing, distressed squidge across, or soothing it for several hours until it's willing to go with you. Scenario two is a thick bog inhabited by an aggressive plant monster. It spits a crippling neurotoxin, so anyone attempting to fight it should be wary. Outsmarting or avoiding it would be best for the squidges' well-being, but some people are too hot-blooded for that. What will you do? Finally, there's the desert; it's picturesque, but only if you can ignore the dehydration and punishing heat. There's a cave network for you to seek shelter in, but make no mistake: pretty soon a freak meteor shower causes a cave-in and leaves you trapped inside with an increasingly aggressive squidge. Are you out there dodging meteors or navigating caverns? THREE ✗ HOT SPRINGS EPISODE One of ALASTAIR's teams extracted an enormous, very hot core from a sentient and murderous AI. What better way to put it to use than to heat up the springs? It's a nice place to get some much needed R&R or just hang out. Some enterprising recruits have built wooden decks and stairs around and through the whole affair. It's a little bit of a hike to get there from the castle, but anyone who has visited can agree: it's worth it. FOUR ✗ THE NETWORK There is some good news, along with all these bizarre and fantastical new sights: you’ve arrived with a new piece of jewelry which, if examined, gives you access to anyone else that might be currently inhabiting Oska. You can speak into the jewelry and be heard, you can get it to project moving images of yourself and others, you can even think a message into it and have it arrive as written word to whoever you’re communicating with. It’s a useful little trinket, provided you can get it to work. FIVE ✗ CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE You are free to use any of these settings, or anything from the Settings Page. You may use any virtually created setting you can think of in the Training Center, even scenes from your character’s world (although they’ll be devoid of people, unless they’re brought in as opponents).

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Khada Jhin ■ League of Legends

[fourscores]

❝THE KITCHEN❞

It's impossible to not get hungry... But the kitchen, oh how Jhin simply wanted to go in, make his own thing and get out. Just a swift moment where he could get something to eat, avoid everyone, and go back to his business. Of course this place was not nearly so simple. He hadn't been around very long, getting accustomed to the place was trying, to say the least. He would be social on his own time, after he'd gotten a better idea of everything that was going on. After he had an appropriate act set out before him.

Something of which was terribly difficult to do when one was hungry.

The kitchen was unusual, food always ready and yet no one around to have done so. It didn't bring about much trust, that was certain.

And so Jhin was left simply staring, unsure if he should chance eating anything that the place magically churned out.

❝NETWORK❞

This is quite the interesting stage, I will give it that. I don't suppose any of you here know of Runeterra?

❝WILDCARD❞

Got another idea? Go for it.

network | audio; username: cardmaster

[fateality]

Well now, didn't figure I'd ever heard anyone else mention home.

Where you comin' from, stranger?

lakshmibai | the order: 1886

[shri]

Surpise! It's a gun!

[ It's not like she's a untrusting person, just that she's a very busy person, who doesn't have a lot of time to waste being surprised attack after the mist - clears. She was busy, actually, leading a rebellion, hecking up the British Empire, slaying vampires and/or werewolves, tormenting some immortal knights or calling them idiots who were going off to get themselves killed, but either way: busy. She didn't take kindly to being suddenly dumped in a castle, and she doesn't trust that whole process either.

So coming around a corner of the castle, there's a chance that there is one (1) hard-eyed, warrior queen pointing a gun -

But she didn't shoot first. So, there is that. ]

NETWORK

[ And then later, when she's a little less bothered with the whole thing there's a very cut inquiring on said network. ]

Is there anything safe to eat in this kitchen that won't have... side effects?

[ Said as she looks at the food in the kitchen with a discerning eye as whether any of it should be trusted at this point. Rulers and rebels that just eat food put in front of them don't last long. Especially anything that makes her thoughts come blurting out of her head. ]

HOT SPRINGS

[ She hasn't had a bath in years it feels like. There wasn't call for half the luxuries she'd had in Jhansi - and granted she isn't expecting ladies to soak her hair in scented perfumes or bathe her but - the thought of clean, warm water that wasn't better used elsewhere is - it's an easy indulgence. One worth walking all the steps for.

Her clothes are soaked in dust, her leather armour is hard and cracked and the gold that glitters at her ears and laying over her hair has not been polished in years, and she's happy to shed it all for something more comfortable to lay about it. She sheds them with ease and eagerness. Private moments as she sinks into the blissfully warm water and - no, there's no luxuries to be afforded in back room dealings in brothel houses, and she needs still to concentrate on getting out of here to get back to England. But for right now, she undoes her hair, sinks back into the water and lets it go for a moment. Nice to merely listen to the chatter of those around her, to do nothing at all but soak.

Eventually, after awhile, she approaches the nearest person to her. ] Pardon me, could you pass me my towel there?

[ Different to home, but there's ... something to it. To the cities of Varasani, to the many people that gathered at the rivers edge. It puts her almost at ease. ]

Wildcard!

[ Got an idea? Go for it! ]

castle!

[assassis]

[Haruki's had her share of mishaps with armed security; and the pistol Isuke pretends to not own turned on her once, this stuff happens -- so her immediate response is to follow the battle instincts saying meet aggression with aggression. Centre of gravity lowered, fists up, a slide forward to put the threat in closer reach...

Ah. Another human. Or somebody human-looking enough. Well then.]

Dangerous thing you're waving around there, lady.

elsa | frozen

[pruina]

[[ ooc. one response per prompt, please! first come, first serve. anyone who comes in after all 3 are filled OR anyone who isn't inspired by these can simply leave a blank comment, and i'll make you an individualized prompt! just let me know if you'd prefer action or network. wildcards welcome, of course! PM me if you need anything. ]]

viewing hall

[ She doesn't want to stay inside, but the castle demands to be explored, and the solitude is welcome and familiar. The library feels like a bit much to take in all at once, and while the viewing room isn't much better, it seems more like visiting a gallery. There's so much she never got to do at home--she's seeing a glimpse of all of it in these frames, each of them like a moving painting.

Minutes pass before she realizes she isn't alone, and her first reaction brings her shoulders to her ears. That initial flinch over with, she forces herself to relax in increments, hating how the temperature in the room drops rapidly. ]

Ah...hello. [ Her tone is hesitant as she turns to face her new companion. ] Is your world one of these?

hot springs

[ She's well and truly not in Arendelle anymore, but some things are universal. Back home, Elsa had never experienced a hot springs before, having spent all those years locked away. It's freeing, in its own way, to walk along these boardwalks and beneath these foreign trees, even though the possibility that stretches before her is almost dizzying. What is she going to do?

She peers up at the canopy of trees, her breath leaving her in soft puffs. She feels warm, and wonders if it's hope or just the water.

There's a pool nearby, soft plumes of steam rising from it. On a whim, needing to expend some energy, Elsa throws a hand out, watching as the pool cools rapidly, eventually freezing over solidly enough for her to step on—that is, until she notices the person bathing. She gasps, jumping back. ]

Oh no! Get out, quickly!

[ Naturally, the more anxious she gets the more rapidly the ice spreads. You really should get out of there before any important bits get frost-bitten. ]

network

username: elsa

Do we have to go back?

viewing hall!

[assent]

[ Her eyes haven't left the same set of mirrors in maybe twenty minutes or more. Peeking into another time and space seems almost impossible, yet the fact remains that this is exactly what they're doing. Even after the things she's heard and seen from her own world, something like space travel to this extent seems crazy. Time travel even more so.

Even if her own memories were wiped, it still feels and seems like a ridiculous situation.

The voice of another girl pulls her from her reverie and she turns to the other quietly for a moment. She gives her a small, polite smile. She definitely looks unsure, however. ]

I cannot say that I am certain. Have you seen your world here?

Sonia Nevermind | Danganronpa 2

[assent]

[ Please note that there may be spoilers for the game (not DR3), just let me know if you want me to avoid that! ]

KITCHEN ♛

[ The food here isn't bad, though it pales in comparison to having an ultimate cook prepare food. Then again, that hasn't been for a while either now, and even after her excitement to try "plain" food from other cultures she still is struggling to get used to these dishes.

The tart on her plate is barely eaten, though she's trying her hardest to actually eat.

It's just difficult adapting all over again, even if this time she does have memories of home. They aren't exactly all pleasant, that's all. She's so worried, and it isn't like it's easy here either. It doesn't entirely show on her face, mind you. Anyone that is in the kitchen at the time will just see a young woman staring at her plate rather blankly to the point that it probably seems rather eerie. ]

NETWORK ♛

[ Getting into the mindset of thinking something and using it to communicate is really difficult. Even after having her memory wiped, after everything else that's happened it still feels strange. She's at a loss here, keeping her mouth shut on a number of things but-- ]

Sorry for interrupting, however I was wondering what everyone left behind when they were brought here?

OSKA: FOREST ♛

[ The quietness of the forest actually doesn't feel too unusual when birds are tweeting over her head, along with the occasional soft croak from a frog. Quietly, Sonia kneels by the floor, close to where one frog is ribbiting away near a tree. It probably looks like a scene out of a disney princess movie with how her long, blonde hair sweeps over the floor and her hand flattens out for it to hop into.

The smile on her face is serene. Maybe at peace for the first time. ]

Are you lost?

WILDCARD ♛

[ Or hit me up with something else! ]

forest

[snuggies]

[ Sonia is probably talking to the frog, like a true Disney princess, elegant and untarnished by the disarray of the forest around her. It's more than just a "probably" really—she's most definitely talking to the frog - the one to which she's extended a hand - when Scott lands heavily against the trunk of a tree, a little out of breath, and a little covered in blood.

(Fairly standard.)

But when he hears the question, he assumes the best, turning a bewildered look in her direction. He does a double take; trying to figure out if he's looking at reality or some kind of photograph. It's weirdly picturesque. ]

Oh, uh. Yeah. I guess? [ His eyebrows draw in as he peers at her. ] Are you?

Félix De Sauveterre ♕ Original Character

[blessure]

Network
[Félix is careful to ensure that when he first attempts to use the strange, magical device to reach out to the others here, the image he presents is one suitable to his position. This may not be Montaigne, but that is by no means any reason to let appearances slip.

So once he does command the jewellery to record, he's reclining comfortably in a chair in his room, ornate coat folded over one arm and a look of casual confidence on his face.]

While the castle is no doubt impressive to some, it all seems rather dreary to my tastes. That and I'm having some difficulty locating the serving staff, so they're either very good at what they do or terrible at it. Regardless, I need the staff to come to my rooms immediately; I require a bath drawn and a fresh change of clothing, preferring something of decent quality but I suppose one must make do in times of stress.


Zeta-12
[How this is meant to be training escapes Félix. The little vaguely humanoid creature of goo is screaming loud enough that he's certain everything in a several mile radius is able to know where they are, and he's resorted to keeping the thing shoved under one arm as he stalks through the forest, rapier in hand. He'd come into this strange room expecting to go through training with his blade, not be saddled with this creature. If it weren't for the very clear message he'd gotten about the necessity of its survival, he would have considered leaving it behind to fend for itself like it most likely would prefer.]

At this point I'd actually prefer something find us. [He grumbles to himself, the charm slipping somewhat without an audience to keep it up for.

Almost as though something had heard him however, there's a sound of movement barely heard as the little creature pauses in its shrieks to inhale, and Félix turns sharply towards it, blade at the ready.]

Show yourself!


Wildcard
Got a different idea? Go for it.

network

[strictdiscipline]

There should be a spare uniform in the cabinet and showers down your hallway. If you prefer a bath, there are hot springs outside.

[Brisk and all business. If he's expecting sympathy of any sort, she won't be the one providing it.]

chise hatori | ancient magus bride

[deosil]

Network
[ Of course she's used a phone before, but they didn't even have a computer with one of those video conference applications on it. Technology was never big with her for a lot of reasons.

There is a lot of fidgeting and half silent pauses like she has to gear herself up to speak to the vast unknown of the network. ]

Everyone could see the Neighbors in the Chantes simulation?

The Kitchen

Her appetite was her last concern since coming her but the noises her stomach made after a day of rubbernecking around the place was apparently exhausting work. The kitchens were easy to find, but she meandered around the dining hall entrance for a spell.

Eyes closed, taking in the smell of wood smoke and fresh herbs. Chest tightening when for just a moment she thought she'd open her eyes and be back in her own kitchen. Silky using the tomatoes she picked from the garden, or Ruth stuffing his face with rashers of bacon hot off the pan. There was a slump to her shoulders when Chise moved through the kitchens and took the first plate that caught her eye.

"This is more of a galette than a tart," Chise mumbled to herself. Taking the plate and heading off to find somewhere to sit. A few steps forward she suddenly blanched. Chise whipped around, nearly dropping her plate and said to an empty kitchen "Thank you!"

The Library

"Botany-" Chise sounded out to herself before a librarian she hadn't seen a moment ago came around the corner to shush her.

The apology squeaked out barely above a whisper fell on deaf ears. She watched the wide back of the imposing figure round a tall corridor of bookshelves until she knew she was alone again. The tiny crystal they had given her held so tight in her hand she felt its edges press into her palm. Little red pinpricks from the pressure visible when she opened her hand again. Holding the scant light over the titles embossed along the spines of the row she was inspecting.

Librarians in her experience were just as sharp-eyed, but never so physically imposing. For a slight girl who barely came up to the chest of the one who just reprimanded her it had her acting mousier than usual. She supposed they were also a stop gap security force. To her that made sense; it was a strange place attracting stranger people. Someone had to make sure no one with an open flame got too squirrelly in a nice library like this.

One older looking book a few shelves above her head caught her eyes. Chise strained on the tips of her toes until the pale yellow light of her crystal bounced off the silver embossing along the spine. Potions was all it said. To the point and maybe more of a clever title than anything of real magical substance, but she did want to at least see for herself. Only problem was it was too high up. There was no ladder in sight so she took to trying to jump for it.

"There's always a little magic in the mundane," Chise tells herself - quieter, this time and after the third attempt. "Maybe I'll start with what I know."

Library

[strangewonders]

After a quick examination of the rest of the castle, Howl had gravitated almost subconsciously towards the library. He was none too happy about the situation he'd ended up in, but the proper application of books could do a lot to sooth that irritation.

It just happened that his interests took him to the same spot in the stacks as Chise, though as he rounded the corner to find her jumping to reach something on a higher shelf, he chose to just stand there for a moment, one shoulder leaning against the end of the bookcase, before he finally spoke up.

"In need of a little help?"

thomasin | the witch

[curdle]

WHAT WENT WE OUT INTO TO THIS WILDCARD-NESS TO FIND?

[ FIRST OFF there are big spoilers for the movie The Witch in these prompts, even though almost all come via me referring to them obliquely in the most pretentious way possible, so if you want to watch the movie (and I highly recommend you do watch the movie) as a blank slate, you may want to skip them! If you want to respond without getting spoiled, give me a location or just comment and I can write a starter for you that doesn't include any of that.

Anyway, this is a very religious teenager from the 1630s who is going to arrive and assume everything here is under the dominion of Satan, including all her fellow recruits. You know, as one does. ]

KITCHEN

[ She eyes the contents of the kitchen suspiciously, but behind her pursed lips Thomasin's mouth waters. She should not be capable of hunger after such as she has seen, though it's been days now since she ate, but nor should she be capable of living. Here she stands, doing both.

They were never shy of enjoying food, her family, when they actually had it. To eat with relish is to show appreciation of the Lord's good gifts, provided it not go to excess. But this is not the fruit of a long-awaited harvest, nor the product of any human hand so far as she can see. It is a strange providence that brings to mind an offer she had been of a mind to accept, words whispered from behind her in the dark. Is this the fulfilment of those words? Will she sign her compact not by making her mark in a book, but by putting food to her lips, and will she find that it tastes of blood in her mouth? ]

i. [ Anyway, she's been staring at a pie for literally five minutes now. ]

ii. [ She decides, despite the hunger gnawing at her insides, that she must leave before she betrays herself, and turns to go. Before she can make it two steps she thinks better of it, turning back -- and starts in horror at the sight of a roast suckling pig with an apple in its mouth. ]

You would mock me now too? [ she shouts, apparently at the pig itself. Why are they doing this? Will he have her as mad as her mother? She must be halfway there, to rail against the devil as though her words had any virtue. ] Show thyself or let me alone to die, but end it!

iii. [ She's decided on the tart and sat in the dining hall itself. It's been a long time since last she tasted fresh fruit -- not apples -- and if she is going to damn herself through eating it might as well be something she's craved. Besides that, she doesn't trust her stomach with any of the greasy roasted meat.

For all the stringent propriety Thomasin displays, she's also from 1630, and forks are still a luxury! She doesn't understand this silverware, and she won't respond to it. So she's using a spoon -- which in itself is just her trying not to eat as fast as she wants to, because at this point she could easily have grabbed it and started eating with her hands. It's terribly sweet, and something else she can't quite identify. ]

'Tis very sweet, [ she remarks to whoever is nearby -- after making sure her mouth isn't full, of course. She digs her spoon into the center and looks dubiously at the contents, as though trying to puzzle it out. ] I've not had fruit like this, even in England. Dost know its name?

HOT SPRINGS

[ Though she's well-versed in general domestic activities circa 1630s New England, she's never had access to such a quantity of hot water, and thus doesn't get that it won't do any good with removing the dried blood from her shift. It's shallower than the lake, and the way to it a bit more clearly marked -- less chance for her to get lost in the woods.

The stain has already set, she knows, but she would try and lift it. This is the only piece of home that still remains to her. She had been set on discarding it, too, the instant before she came here, but now she cannot bring herself to get rid of it. (It doesn't help that the uniform which now comprises all her clothing choices is wildly discomforting for Thomasin. Who wears pants? Who wears pants?) Instead, she finds her way there, her hood up, resolved to wash the whitish bundle of cloth in her hands.

So she kneels by the side of the hot springs, floating her shift in the warm water and trying to scrub the rusty flecks on the front out with her bare hands. Her concentration appears absolute, though inside she is idle, her mind consumed with errant and extremely depressing thoughts. ]

hot springs

[shri]

[ This woman wears pants - because fuck that, Queen Victoria, she's got an Empire to overthrow.

That and she's eager to go and soak for awhile - the water seems warm and much better than what she's used to ( which not much, anymore, Queen she is, but now in name, in purpose, rather than in luxuries ). Moving past the many others coming to the hot springs. But - colour her a soft heart at times, she stops when she sees a child alone. So carefully scrubbing it seems a blood stain out of her shift. There's a moment where - well so be it, but - a sigh, soft, she seems quite young.

Lakshmi diverts then and leans down beside the girl where she's knelt. ]

You will have no luck that way.

Crow | Show By Rock!!

[fallingcrows]

2. Training Center

[ Initially, Crow wasn't sure what to expect. What kind of place did he run into, especially after such a pivotal moment in time? MIDI City was safe from the dark monsters and the guitarist Cyan was sent safely back home. Walking back to the band's shared bus, it wasn't long before reality fazed in and out to bring him to Oska.

But after finding this odd room, he found it easy to change it to something more familiar (though without the people). Everything felt the same, even the Plasmagica banner behind the kit, and Crow spent some time just touching things and taking in the small practice room's charm though it really wasn't the same place at all.

Then, someone comes through the door that startles the hedgehog into bringing up his instrument in a defensive manner. They don't call it an axe for nothing. ]


3. The Springs

[ Public baths aren't unheard of where he's from, so the fact a hot spring exists is a mood lifter. Even more so, after a long hike that definitely takes the wind out of his sails... but finally seeing the hot water and getting excited about the opportunity of getting to soothe those aching muscles provides a temporary morale boost that drives him toward it.

There's a corner that isn't occupied and seems quiet enough. So, with a towel wrapped around his waist and guitar safely in its case, he makes his way to the isolated area and sits down at the water's edge, dipping his toes into it. He's going to go in sooner or later. ]


Wildcard.

[ Beep boop, insert prompt and get a Crow. ]

2

[keep_hope_alive]

[If he was expecting someone would be startled or intimidated, then he might be in for disappointment as Richter catches the blade of the axe-guitar between his index and middle finger.

Provided, the last thing he expected was a weapon being swung in front of him as he walked through the door. Speaking of said weapon, with one raised eye-brow he studies the item in question and....well....]

What....What is this????

nyx ulric // kingsglaive // spoilers if you're looking to avoid them

[servitor]

THE DROP

[With a strained, heaving breath, Nyx comes to his full senses. His coughing isn't pretty; it almost sounds like he's got a lungful of dirt and ash he needs to get out of his system. His uniform? Battle-damaged. His weapons?

Well, one. Even as he chokes, his hand immediately goes to his knives. Right. He was one down. Gave one to Libertus in that last instant.

His eyes scan the castle between forced, even breaths. Something about this place... familiar, yet not. It's not the kingdom, nor any place he's been to at all. But it's got that same damn feel of something bigger and something deeper into the roots of the place. He'd know.

Until sunrise, they told him.]

You! [He points with the knife, voice cracking yet stern. Why does it feel like he hasn't spoken in years?] What is this place?

IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE HEAT

[All things considered, feeling like a giant void gnawing at his stomach was the most acceptable piece of this huge, confusing puzzle. Not that he'd actually eat anything coming from that kitchen.

As delicious as it smells.

Nothing or no one seems to be making the food. Magic? He wonders if this is the case. Probably, given his own colorful history with magic.]

Kind of overkill, don't you think?

[He slides the plate closer to inspect it, then pushes it away. He's no way in hell trusting that food, especially not after suddenly waking up here.]

WARP STRIKE

[Until sunrise.

The words burned and seared in his mind. Sunrise wasn't a very long time, was it? Not that he was afraid of the time. He knew, one day, that it would come to a crashing end. It was just that...

He wasn't ready. Not really. Not like this, not before he could even do anything. Could the Old Kings have done this, as a way to play with him, to test him? Nyx's jaw sets tight at the thought. No, the glaive wouldn't be surprised by this turn of events. They weren't pragmatic or even helpful.

The training center is a welcome sight for him. The Old Kings... he wasn't sure if to respect their ways, or to spit on their unwillingness to do anything at all.

When he runs, he yells angrily. Unjust. Unwilling. The things he fought against, only to be thrown up against it, angered him. He throws the knife clean across the room with force and intensity. The blade gleams wicked, white, and silver. In a flash of embers, ash, and glass, Nyx disappears. The blade, the magic, guides him to next point in half a second. Nyx doesn't think. He simply does.

The glaive reforms in a brilliant flash, catching the knife and rolling into a crouch. The errant embers of the magic stick to his body.]

Sunrise, huh?

[He couldn't help but to look down at the hand holding the knife. Still here.

Without warning, he fires off white-hot electricity at a faceless figure.

A part of him is thrilled to still have the magic, the thing he's become so adept at using in the battlefield.

A part of him is terrified to know that he's got that last trace of magic, and he's not even in Lucian.]

THE DROP

[selfimage]

[ someone is confused.

when the voice breaks, obviously meaning him, Loki stops to look at where it came from. even if he's the only one gracing these halls (along with his loud companion), he points to himself as if he's confirming the words. ]

Me? [ he looks around, over his shoulder and then back at Nyx. ] You want my explanation?

[ you know, because no one ever wants his take on things. ]

Ronan Lynch ☘ The Raven Cycle

[envisager]

the viewing hall

[Ronan Lynch is far too familiar with dreams to compare them with anything in the real world. He's not the sort of person who would ever get the two confused. But if he were such a person, then this - this shadowy corridor of mirrors playing back scenes from a thousand different universes - would be the nearest to a dream.

He takes his time perusing it, his steps slow as he looks from mirror to mirror as if admiring paintings in a museum. It's not impossible, to him, that something like this exists. Nothing about this place has blown his mind. He's given form to night horrors and walked outside of time and explored vanishing forests where the trees whisper his name. So of course, why not a gallery of worlds? A lack of shock doesn't mean a lack of interest.

More than interest. There's intent, too, etched on his sharp features. He's searching for something in particular. He won't allow that search to give way to hope, because hope's a painful thing and god knows he doesn't need to linger on his loss. Ronan will only allow himself the possibility. There's a possibility he'll find Cabeswater here somewhere. There's a possibility he'll catch a glimpse of Gansey or Adam or Matthew. If he pays attention. If he's lucky. But there's no hope of it.]

the hot springs

[When Ronan hears there are hot springs around here somewhere, he immediately takes off in search of them. He's been training for days and it feels like every muscle in his body is sore, his shoulders knotted so tight he can barely lift his arms anymore. It's a problem, because he wants nothing more than to keep punching shit.

As soon as he finds the steaming pool, heedless of anyone around him, he tears off his clothes. This reveals his tattoo to the world: an intricate Celtic design that explodes across his entire back, filled with ravens and branches and nightmares with hooked claws creeping up his neck. Dangerous, mystical things. He's proud of it. But soon it disappears into the water with the rest of him, as he sinks down to his chin. A shiver of pleasure runs through him as the heat begins to work out some of his tension. Yes, that hit the spot.]

viewing hall / my insomnia is so ic (cw homophobic language)

[pillz]

[there are often people around here, so the sound of distant footsteps might not matter to ronan much at first. interdimensional timeline rescue projects operating out of castles generally require personnel. it's not a big deal, or if it is a big deal, then it's probably a big deal because one fell out of one's world through a raggedy hole in the fabric of reality. not because there are other people.]

Hey, Lynch! Candyass!

[kavinsky comes running down the hall. and he's different now— if ronan gets a good look, he might be able to tell. the boy is older than he should have been, broader now, less dramatically gaunt; a spatter of tattoos that he hadn't been wearing on july the 4th now standing out against his neck, his arms. but his voice is still the same, an irreverent scream, his irritation practically identical to his teacherly chagrin when he'd punched ronan in the head for making gansey's car without an engine. he's different now, but he's still not very good at expressing emotions.

not that 'holy shit we've been sucked into another dimension, some more, again, i guess, this one isn't as cool' is an emotion easily conveyed by even healthy people.] Holy shit, you're here. [he sounds. relieved?] Are the rest of the fucking Spice Gir--

[this is the part where he probably tries to touch ronan and probably gets punched in the head.]

Oliver Hampton | How to Get Away with Murder

[catphishing]

Training Center - Anwick

[Dragons had sounded cool in theory, but in practice the babies are super difficult to protect and wow those townsfolk are angry. He hasn't even had chance to get a look at the dead adult like he wanted.

Here's the thing:

Oliver is good at video games. Traditional video games. He's had a lot of practice over the years and with a controller in his hands he'd have this.

He is not at herding dragons. He does not have this. He already has a few minor burns and it's incredibly tempting to ditch his objective and just let the townsfolk have at them.

He hasn't quite given up yet though and is currently standing his ground against a particularly angry man who wants to murder the hissing baby behind him. He keeps glancing back at the agitated wyrmling, half convinced he's going to find his butt on fire if he looks away for too long.]

Okay, but these are baby dragons. Maybe you could raise them? They might be nice if you're the one who looked after them. They could protect you. You know, when they get bigger. I bet they'd be really good deterrents against other dragons.

[The panicked wyrmling is not helping his case in the slightest, backed up against the cave wall with no place to turn. It's spitting flames (luckily without good aim) and snarling.]

Network - I haven't thought of a good username yet, but shhhh, it's totally a cool one

You can't actually expect me to believe you can think a message and it'll appear on here.

...

Wow OK.
I guess you can.
That's cool.
Maybe a little creepy?
Can you ever like think something into a message here by accident?

Network | username: princess

[assent]

Perhaps you should try it. Feel free to think about other things while responding to this message.

I admit, this is not the type of technology I am used to either.

Richter Lawrence Alcross | OC

[keep_hope_alive]

KITCHEN - AND THEY SAY GREENS ARE GOOD FOR YOU

[Hunger is something he usually ignores, but without the thought of a police siren calling his attention he figured he should use this time to rustle up some grub.

He saunters into the kitchen and is immediately unimpressed. He was expecting something a little more amazing, maybe even strange, instead he gets a regular old kitchen. With a sigh and shrug, he makes his way to the refrigerator and sees what's available.

Luckily, he didn't have to look very hard as a he spots a salad ready for consumption, and seeing as how he thinks he needs a little more green he takes it. So there he is, a stranger in all black casually eating a salad whilst leaning on the table.

For anyone who comes in, he'll turn and give a small wave before quietly going back to his salad. On that note, he doesn't seem to notice that one foot seems to be tapping to some kind of rhythm. Weird. Could be nothing right?]


TRAINING CENTER - ANWICK

[Color him impressed as the magitek swirling to life to create the town and it's environment. The buildings, the homes, the giant dead dragon in the center...]

Well, you certainly don't see that everyday.

[He strolls around the dragon with his hands buried deep in his pockets, taking in the sight and studying what's left of it's physique hoping to be able to recreate it. He seems perfectly fine, almost like a tourist even, that is if you ignore the three armed and angry villagers hovering around him.

He ignores them completely but easily dodges their strikes, either swaying from side to side, ducking, or casually jumping six feet into the air, all the while his eyes never leaving the dragon corpse.

Once he's gone around it his attention will finally be given to something else, a larger group of angry villagers heading for the caves. Amongst the chatter, he can faintly hear the sound of something crying or yelping, maybe even screeching, he's not sure and there's only one way to find out. He dispatches the three villagers around him, grabbing the arm of the first to swipe at him and throwing him into the second before he firmly plants his boot on the face of the last. He turns towards the group and sprints towards them, once he's close enough he uses the first one he sees and jumps onto their shoulder before launching himself off them and vaulting over the group.

He lands before them, the look on his face still one of neutrality but the fire in his mismatched eyes clearly ready to fight.]

If you are just fake people made by a program or something, then I doubt warnings will do anything so....come get some.

[If you look really closely, you might just see his right orange eye slightly glowing with a menacing sunset colored light.]

adrasteius anor'thalion | warcraft OC

[hymnals]

I. KITCHEN;

[ Like fuck is he eating anything in here. Adra stares down the counter of tarts and roasts and sandwiches and salads and Light knows what else, his eyebrows twitching. No. No, sir. He'll fix his own food, thanks much.

Of course, it's a bit of a compromise, because he still has to rely on the ingredients on hand. He uses magic liberally as he cooks--levitating spoons, milk that pours itself, so on and so forth. He cubes vegetables and shapes dough by hand, though.

Once everything's said and done, he's made a steaming plate of savory vegetable pies--fresh broccoli and cauliflowers, melty mozzarella, crisp bell peppers. They're bite-sized, and he takes a few for himself as he mixes together a sparkling drink. ]

Hey, you.

[ He nudges the plate towards anyone walking in. ]

Try this. I'll make something else if you don't like it, but I'd put money on me versus whatever the hell's controlling this place. And, swear to the Light: it won't force you to reveal your dark secrets, or dance 'til you bloody your feet or what-have-you.

II. NETWORK: VIDEO; UN: MAGISTER;

[ Adra's near the greenhouse. He's got his long, blond hair pulled back into a ponytail, and he's taken off his robes, such that he's just wearing a white tunic--open at the throat--and tight, burgundy pants. He blows one of his bangs out of his face as he addresses the network, spade in hand. ]

So--we can just take whatever we want from these gardens, right? No one's gonna come down on me for a little experimentation. Yeah? I'm not seeing any guards or minions or some other type of goon, so I'm assuming yes.

[ He taps the spade against his forearm. ]

A castle without a king. Like all castles ought to be, honestly.

III. HOT SPRINGS;

[ Adra loves hot springs. Sadly, the few natural springs on Azeroth are dangerous expeditions, attended by dinosaurs and giant insects and all kind of other vicious thing. So Adra doesn't get out to them much.

He stands on the edge of a steaming pool, looking this way and that. Checking to see if anyone else might be about. The coast looks clear. He shrugs off his robe, revealing a slender body inked entirely with bright red tattoos. He's still wearing a pair of black boxers patterned with phoenixes, and he's not taking those off, but he pauses when he hears the noise of footsteps rustling the leaves. ]

Damn it--

[ He reddens, paralyzed. What to do, what to do? ]

iii

[snuggies]

[ Scott's never been to a hot spring in his life. Vacations weren't exactly plenty in their household, and most of his excursions were limited to school trips or that time he went to Mexico to rescue Derek (who had been kidnapped) or that other time he was kidnapped (and taken to Mexico).

As it stands, he still can't actually enter the springs, carefully skirting the edges. There's a gash still on him, angry and red, dragging out from his navel toward his side that's just not healing the way it should be. Like he can't be whole until his pack is. But his manpain aside, he's considerate enough not to get into the water when there's chances of him infecting it with his blood.

But he really wants to.

So he's stumbling though the trees when he happens across Adrasteius, trying to find a secluded spot where he can wolf out and maybe growl a little or whatever it takes to get his healing back on track, busy pulling his t-shirt over his head so he doesn't actually see— When he freezes upon hearing a curse. ]

Uh. [ His voice is muffled through the fabric. ] Is someone there?

Elias Ainsworth | Ancient Magus' Bride

[thornydisposition]

I. VILLAGE
[My, they had certainly allowed this village to fall into quite a state.

It must have no longer suited their needs, though it seemed like a terrible waste. The castle might’ve threatened to fall into the same state of affairs if not for ALASTAIR’s attention there. Well, that and the magic; that certainly helped things. The village itself was sapped of all vitality, slowly being reclaimed by the forest it had been cut out of. He found it strange that the castle itself was a veritable font of magic—something which he hadn’t seen in centuries, it felt—but the surrounding land seemed parched in comparison.

Disappointing, but he was curious nonetheless. He approaches a building in the village, one so thickly overgrown with vines and ivy that the door he faced was barely visible. The strange entity regards it for a moment, tilting his horned skeletal head, before a low, soft voice can be heard, phrases like “ring of thorns” and “circle of ivies” visible in a rhythmic cant.

When the incantation ended, there was a brief moment of stillness that hung in the air before the vegetation began to withdraw. The vines and ivies withdrew their tendrils as if rapidly aging backwards. The wall and door below remained stained and ruined, however; that’s not what the spell was intended for, after all.

He reaches out to the knob to try to open the door. Perhaps answers to what happened in this village would be inside.]

II. VIEWING HALL
[Now this was truly, truly interesting.

The skull-faced creature walks slowly down the dusty hallway, head turning to observe as many of the mirrors—the portals—as he could. This, more than anything, answered the questions he had about this mysterious organization and what power they seemed to have to draw individuals out of the ether and plop them down into this place. A nexus, he had to imagine—the focal point which they had chosen to reside. And here were all the myriad of universes they had the ability to reach into.

He stops suddenly, eyes drawn to one small mirror where he could have sworn, for the briefest of moments, a very familiar kitchen and the figure of Silky standing in it, dutifully attending the housework. It was gone as quickly as he had caught sight of it, replaced with a view of a world of fire, molten rock, and ash thrown into the sky. Then that shifted and changed to a view through a rustic window, looking out over a windblown prairie.

His shoulders sank slowly. It was… odd to be away from home like this, without having planned to do so himself. Or, rather,] Disconcerting, [he says to himself, a word he found fit far better.]

III. NETWORK username: eliasainsworth

Who here counts themselves as a practitioner of magic? [The voice is deep, though the words are lightly used, as if this were a passing fancy.] I’ve found myself plagued with many questions since arriving here, and I would enjoy discussing them.

IV. WILDCARD
[Feel free to suggest another prompt for me to write, or leave one yourself! Also feel free to PM me if you have any ideas or questions.]

II

[ex_adept136]

[Haise doesn't often occasion to pass through the viewing hall. As much as he misses people back home, he prefers to keep them in his mind rather than chance seeing them, lest he catch sight of them in need of his help while he is powerless to provide it. He's spent so much of his brief existence as Haise Sasaki without the power to act either when he felt he should or in the way he would've wanted to, and even now he finds himself with a new set of constraints.

One of those being that he can't return home until ALASTAIR deems it appropriate.

So it is that he's simply passing through, standard-issue CCG notepad in one hand and pen in the other as he makes his way along. He's jotting something down just as he hears an unfamiliar voice, and it's sufficient to make him pause to glance around. Something disconcerting could refer to a great many things in this place.

Among which one could certainly count this tall being with a skull for a head. That was, if Haise hadn't already become acquainted with a skeleton by the name of Papyrus. So he isn't thrown off all that much here]

Is something wrong?

Howl | Howl's Moving Castle (Book)

[strangewonders]

I - Halls

[There's a wizard in the hallway. One dressed in a silver-and-blue suit of clothes, long coat sleeves tied back behind him as he scribbles something with a stick of chalk onto a section of the wall. He's been at it quite awhile, if the symbols covering the walls, floor, and one doorway are any indication. Though he seems preoccupied with his work, muttering under his breath to himself, he stops when anyone approaches, waving a hand to try and warn them off.]

I wouldn't step there, you won't like the result.



II - Kitchen

[Eventually, Howl gives up on the spell, retreating to the kitchen, and the solace of a bacon sandwich and a cup of tea. He doesn't seem too happy with it, though, if the sour face he's giving his meal is any indication.]

It just isn't the same if it just appears.

[He drops the sandwich back down on the plate with a decidedly long-suffering sigh.]

What have I gotten myself into?



III - Library

[If he couldn't just magic his way back home, and he couldn't console himself with lunch, at least there were books. Lots of them. Enough that he's got quite the stack piled up on a table, along with piles of paper and a pen, and is trying to navigate his way past one of the librarians to add more to it.]

Do go bother someone else. I'll put it all back when I'm done with it!

[That was a blatant lie, but he wasn't about to let himself be bullied away from books. Not when they promised to be the only good thing to come of accidentally getting himself lost between dimensions.]



IV - Wildcard

[Something else!]

I

[blessure]

Oh? And what would the result be?

[There's a slight uptick in the corner of Félix's mouth as he considers the markings that the other man has sketched across the walls, floor, and even the door itself. It all seems unusual to him, though he's fascinated immediately by the display. It's almost tempting to step exactly where he's not supposed to just to see if the result is really going to be that bad.

But he'll hold off a moment, if only to see what the full warning is.]

Aikuro Mikisugi | Kill la Kill

[strippingsensei]

ᴄʜᴀɴᴛᴇs ▶

_{[ Yes, hello. You were probably on your way to get some delicious fairy goop from the fairy nests, right? That’s the exact thing this guy was trying to do, but it looks like he’s gotten entirely too distracted. Here he is, floating in mid-air, covered in the sticky substance from head to toe. He’s almost hanging upside down from the fairy goop side effects, absolutely amazed at what was happening to him. ]}

How.. fascinating..!

_{[ Just right when you come across him, Aikuro and placing his fingertips delicately on his lips— hoe, don’t do it. DON’T DO IT.
And, he sticks his fingers in is mouth to taste this goop. That’s great, wonderful. Why do scientists do these things? That was a better idea in theory and it's obvious by the grimace he makes. So what to do? Wanna help him down? Or just watch? ]}

ɴᴇᴛᴡᴏʀᴋ ▶ UN: NUDE_ATTITUDE

_{[ He’s got this. Fancy technology is nothing out of the ordinary for Aikuro. This one came in the form of a ring that he placed on his ring finger. He gets the whole texting thing, too, so no problems here… ]}

I don’t suppose any of you are familiar with Life Fibers.
Oh, it’s nothing important, just trying to get in touch with people that I know.
If you don’t know about them, well. I don’t think you’ll ever get to hear about it from me. You’ll just have to keep being curious. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Are there any things back from your home that you think might would have helped us that we don’t have here now?

ʜᴏᴛ sᴘʀɪɴɢs ▶

<sub>[ Of course he’s going to the hot springs, of course he is. It’s the perfect spot for him.. the perfect spot to be.. fan-service, or whatever the hell his existence is— whatever the hell his series is.
Of course he is aware that he is either a.) on the men’s side where he should be, or b.) on the ladie’s side, where he shouldn’t be. (if they even have sides????) It doesn’t matter. He knows that you’re about to walk into the hot springs.

And so, he’s taking the opportunity to wring his wash cloth over his head, allowing it the spill through his blue locks and trickle down his fair skin. Blinking some water from his eyes, he gives you this painfully flirtatious look— please run away…? ]</sub>

Oh. I didn’t see you there. Should I make room for you?
_{[ yeah, he’s naked in there, too. ]}

network: UN: KIDSEWCOOL (b/c why not)

[sewoften]

[ Why is anyone wasting time thinking emoji. Iori squints at the interface, only bothering to read trice because Life Fibers is all nice and properly capitalized. There's no more sure-fire way to have his total attention focused in on something you've said, pending you weren't someone of particular personal importance.

Still, it's what he's supposed to be in university researching. If only he weren't, well, here. Alas. This is fascinating in its own right. ]

I can imagine the evolution of whatever conversation you'd be hoping to have on the subject would be fascinating.

[ Or not. He keeps from thinking any other text and let's that one simply exist out there, rife in ~allusions~ and under few illusions of who NUDE_ATTITUDE would really indicate. #YOLO ]

Maya Fey | Ace Attorney

[feytality]

Kitchen;

[There's quite a commotion going on in the kitchen today. The sound of shelf doors banging open and closed, a squishy noise as if food's being disturbed, pots clambering together -- was that a plate breaking, oh my-- followed by a high-pitched shriek and what sounds like a person hastily scrambling down off of a counter.]

[Should anyone choose to investigate this kerfuffle, they will catch one teenage girl, red-handed (literally, as her hands are stained with ... some kind of jam)]

-WOAH! I knew this place was haunted!! [She stares directly at you, eyes wide--- wait, what? Apparently, you're a ghost. This may be news to you, but Maya somehow predicted (??) this)] Er, I-- I'm sorry, Ghost of Dinner Past!! That plate was broken when I got here, don't curse with me two hundred years of vegetable stew!

[One may notice, to the left of her, a desecrated pie is lying on the counter. As if someone (huh, who could it have been!) put their hands inside of it and rooted around. Like a weirdo.] I-It wasn't me!! I was framed by a pietergeist!

[Maya Fey: Ace Liar]

Castle;

[One would think most new arrivals would be put off, but this girl seems to be totally enamoured with the spooky, empty castle. She's peeking around every corner and into any room, even stopping to stare at the suits of armor patrolling around (though she keeps a bit of distance, there). She's easy enough to spot, even with the uniform she's an odd-looking figure and far too excited for that's going on here. She also seems to have no problem talking to strangers]

This is seriously awesome! [She half-whispers to anyone unfortunate enough to be in earshot -- that is, you] How do you think they see in those things? Like... cameras, or tiny little eyeholes? Do you think there's a king and queen and everything? Oh, oh, what about knights around a rectangle table? [Swing and a miss, Maya] Hey-- you're not a court jester or something, are you? [Well, that was rude.]

Training Hall;

[After much fiddling and tapping (which is sad, as all it takes is a light touch to start up the simulation), Maya's managing to fire up up the training simulation. As she concentrates hard, the room morphs into a mountain scene, a grand, gushing waterfall overhead, leading into a river. It's peaceful enough, the air is crisp, the waterfall making the only sound in the room as the girl wades through it to stand just underneath the waterfall, clasping her hands together and bowing her head down in meditation---]

[This lasts for about thirty seconds.]

Sooo.... Wait a second.... [She cracks an eye open, as she says to no one in particular:] I can imagine anything, can't I?

[And all at once, this serene mountain scene completely disappears, being replaced with.... a courtroom? An old man with an outfit made purely of exaggerated cravats appears at the prosecution's bench, while an even older man with a beard that's three feet long (someone may or may not be overusing their imagination for this) materializes at the judge's bench. Maya herself pops up behind the defense's bench, pinning a comically oversized lawyer's badge to her chest. She slams her hands on the desk]

OBJECTION!!! Call the parrot to the stand!

[This could be your grand debut as an Ace Attorney witness, if you answer to 'parrot'. Of if you have a parrot. Or if you just want to get on the witness stand, period. Alternatively, hang around and just judge her instead. Or maybe remind her to take this a little more seriously, as it's supposed to be for training and not Maya's Wild Courtroom Fantasies]

Geez, being a lawyer is easy. I don't know what Nick's been sweating about this whole time!

[Truly, this is the lawyer life.]

Wildcard;

[Hit me with anything!! Alternatively, if you want another prompt, I can provide]

kitchen;

[seventhsign]

[ ....... ]

Really now.

[ Testament had been in here because, well. He wanted some cooked potatoes, but what he didn't expect was this whole mess. On another note, Maya can't be blamed for mistaking Testament as a ghost, considering his deathly pale appearance. ]

...And what exactly did this pietergeist look like?

Touya Kinomoto | Cardcaptor Sakura

[spiritualsnarker]

The Kitchen

Touya's seen some pretty strange things in his life, but he's pretty sure this castle tops it. The suits of armour are... interesting. But he's none too concerned, nor surprised that these things can't speak. Or are empty, as he can detect. What does catch him off guard, though, is when he asks for a bite to eat, instead of being pointed the direction, the guard actually turns around and leads him through the castle. Okay, that's fine, he supposes...
Walking through the halls, he can't help but notice some of the most intricate details in some of the decor and structure. It's a mysterious place to be stuck at, for sure. But Touya isn't too concerned about escaping for now. He figures whatever brought him here needs him for a reason. He'll just go along with it unless something feels off.
Finally at the kitchen, he's kind of impressed. He figured he'd have to cook the food himself, but it seems there are selections already prepared. Oddly, by no identifiable source. Okay, this is definitely weird... Can he trust the food that sits out prepared by undetermined beings? ...Whatever. He grabs a salad and sits down to eat it.
Remarkably, it tastes pretty good by his opinion. When he finishes, he takes his dishes and sets them on the counter where he assumes is the dish return. But before he can walk away, he stops. Something feels awkward, and he's already pretty sure he doesn't like it. A weird urge passes through him and, before he knows it, he's dancing a waltz right there in the kitchen all by himself.
What in the...? Oh, great. He can't make it stop. Well, this is highly inconvenient... He continues waltzing around, letting out a sigh as he tries to figure a way out of this, or for it to wear off on it's own. Whichever comes first. But that's not even the worst part...
Even more odd is when someone gets close to the general vicinity of his waltzing space, he finds he can't help but scoop the person in and start dancing the waltz with them. He gives a look of distasteful annoyance and tries to suppress the groan beneath his breath. He's going to have to do so much apologizing for this later.

[keystaff]

Sakura is hardly the newest to ALASTAIR so she knows sometimes things can be a bit strange from time to time even coming back between missions or the like. But that still also doesn't mean she's entirely expecting....her brother, of all people. Of course part of her knows it is perfectly possible for him or anyone else from home to show up, but it's another entirely to see him here.

Even more odd is the dancing, but at least with her increased height in comparison to her initial arrival, it isn't as awkward as it could be. Not that it stops her being flustered and surprised as she blinks up at the person who starts dancing with her.

"E-eh? T-Touya-nii-san?"

Shigeo "Mob" Kageyama | Mob Psycho 100

[hundredths]

[ PROGRESS TOWARDS MOB'S EXPLOSION: 39%]

The Kitchens;
[It seems like everything in this castle place is determined to be as bewildering as possible...Mob had been sort of hoping for a reprieve in here, but no. Even kitchens can be very confusing, as it turns out. Kitchens that make food all by themselves...

He's not sure if he's ever had so many foods to choose from in one place in his life. The vast selection is a little overwhelming, and his appetite isn't at its best with the circumstances considered anyway...so in the end, after a lot of tentative poking around, he manages to sit himself down at a table with a small bowl of rice and steamed vegetables--some recognizable, some not, but all of them tasting kind of alright. He manages a few bites or so without incident, but in the end it's inevitable--too many thoughts are still whirling in his head, and this distinct sense of being unsettled and misplaced just won't go away. Halfway to his mouth, Mob's spoon droops and bends, spilling rice and veggie bits onto the strip of table between his bowl and his seat.]

Ah... [Well. Alright. Mob mops up the spilled food with his napkin, and then cleans the ruined spoon. After a moment of staring at it disconsolately, he tries to bend it back into shape between his hands, but it's no good--for all his effort, it would seem he isn't strong enough to even just kink it a little less. So he gets up, drifts over to a drawer, and retrieves a second spoon, sitting down and trying to eat with that one instead. --But he doesn't even get one bite in before this spoon is bending too, identically to the first.

At this point he's laid both spoons onto the table side by side, sitting back in his chair and staring down at his bowl with an awkward frown as he tries very hard not to meet your eyes...wherever it is you've probably been standing, spectating all this in the kitchen with him....]

The Training Center;
[The notion of "training" is pretty familiar, anyway, even if everything else very much isn't. Thoughts of the Body Improvement Club immediately come to mind as soon as he hears the term for this room, and it's almost a sort of comforting thing. Mob wonders what they would do in this situation. But, at the same time, he supposes the answer would probably be the same--especially with a facility like this, right?

He'd been carrying around his school bag when he'd tripped into all this, a newly-laundered set of gym clothes folded inside along with his school supplies. This comes in handy now. And it takes a little while for him to figure out how the simulation thing actually works, but eventually Mob manages to conjure up a running track of sorts--the generic kind you might find at a middle school, even, complete with bordering scrubby shrubbery, blurry buildings in the distance, and a bright sun beating down from up above. Ah, the sun had been kind of accidental, but he's not sure how to put it away...so this is pretty realistic now.

By the time somebody else happens to take a look inside the Training Center, Mob has started running laps. This is a very involved process, apparently. He doesn't notice your entrance at all.]

Fight! On! Fight--on! F-Fight--Fi-- [He also looks like he's been having a veritable marathon in here, the shouts petering into strained panting as he struggles his way around the track, features flushed and eyes streaming, steps wobbly. He seems awfully tired...wait, is he about to fall over?

--Ah, yes. He just fell over.]

Wildcard;
[Throw me a prompt?! Or lmk if you want something specific, either way have at :V]

... the kitchen.................

[onethousen]

[ Chihiro's been using chopsticks eating her own rice, slowing down as she caught sight of the startled motion she interprets as someone dropping their spoon unexpectedly. It's only in glancing over that she sees the spoon is bent, which has her eyebrows quirking upward. She refrains from commentary, trying to not watch the young man (not too much older than her, she notes, because she's used to the opposite being true) as he strikes out for another spoon, and then brings it back.

... Only for that spoon to bend, too. She picks up her rice bowl and comes closer, sitting down on a chair nearby. ]

... Why are they bending like that?

[ She takes care not to be pointing at anything, instead nodding her head toward his spoons if he deigns to glance up and see what the ten year old addressing him is talking about. Her curiosity is genuine. She doesn't understand what she just saw, but she sure did see it. ]

Panne | Fire Emblem Awakening

[hasluckyfeet]

The kitchen:

[She doesn't trust the kitchen at all. Panne is skeptic of the kitchen managing to meet the desire of everyone. By comparison her simple desire for carrots was probably easier to fulfill than a three course meal. There's a few carrots gathered up on a table and she's leaning over them, sniffing each one thoroughly. By all means they look and smell like her favorite snack but something in her gut told her to be weary. There was one problem with precaution. She was starving.

She takes one bite into it and as soon as she swallows it she jumps up on the counter and knocks all the carrots down. Her fur standing up straight she looks more like a person that's seen a ghost. Her tail starts to twitch and she beings to scratche her neck.]

What is this-[whatever string of curses she was about to say gets changed into a meow. Startled, she clears her throat and slowly starts to climb off the counter. Clearly nothing happened out of the normal. Nothing at all.]

Hot Springs:

[Finally a spot that even she could find relaxing. Loathe as she may be to adhere to a custom of people she isn't going to fight it on this mark. Sharing it with others wasn't going to ruin her enjoyment. She was too entranced by the idea of relaxing to try and fight it with logic. If she wasn't dead yet she doubted a hot spring would be her undoing. Panne sets aside her clothing and is sunk in the hot spring all too quickly and easily. Slowly she manages to undo the braid of hair around her ears. All too pleased with the comfort she lets out a content sigh and rubs her sore shoulders. Hopefully the bit of shedding from her won't be a problem for anyone else. ]

Wild card!:

[For any ideas, random bumping into or wanted to try and bother a big bunny.]

Kitchen!

[araigneedusoir]

[She's seen a lot in this place already and she's sure the list would grow the longer she stayed, given what she'd been told. So she's come to expect the unexpected; her attention having been drawn by a clatter of plates and what she thought was a cat--

Until she rounds the corner and stops in the doorway, blinking at the sight before her. The mild surprise wears off as soon as the other starts her descent off the counter and she straightens as she resumes the final few steps it will take her to enter the kitchen entirely.]

Not to your liking?

natsume takashi | natsume yuujinchou

[liarlegacy]

in the halls;

[A rather lanky teenager stands at the base of a stairway, carefully eyeing one of the suits of armor. Every once in a while, he glances left and right to see if anyone has joined him in the open, empty hallway. When he's once again assured that he's alone, his attention returns to the suit of armor, and he gently pokes at the chest plate.

His voice, when he finally speaks up, is quiet and carries a forced calmness.]

It definitely wasn't my imagination. You moved, right? Does that make you... an ayakashi? Or something else?

outside the kitchen;

[That sure is a confused highschool student staring down at a giant plate full of food. The plate is too large for him to hold without both hands. It looks like more than a kid this thin could eat in a week let alone for one meal. If the expression on his face is anything to go by, he's just as bemused by the amount of food as anybody.

Where to start? Should he even hazard a bite at all?]

...Am I supposed to share this?

[matobas]

[ Well, well well. What do we have here?

Look who's currently rounding the corner from the library, a silent expression of glee crossing his face when he sees Natsume - though he schools it quickly, the look turning into that usual, sharp smirk, and he stalks across the carpeted floor, making next to no noise, before pausing to watch the boy as he speaks to the suit of armor - addressing it as if it's sentient, naturally ( classic Natsume, he thinks, folding his hands into his kimono sleeves, always the bleeding heart, even with the servants ).

It's quite a surprise to see him here - Natsume is the only one from his own world, at least that he knows of, to appear here. As always, the boy intrigues him - that simmer of spiritual power seems to follow him wherever he goes, along with that damned cat. Which is surprisingly absent here.

Matoba's smirk sharpens even further. No cat? What an opportunity.

The exorcist coughs lightly, announcing his presence: ] They don't talk back, if you were wondering.

Cyrus Crautz | OC | ota

[soulist]

TWO - A: ANWICK

[ Even if it is a trianing simulation it sure feels real enough to Cyrus. He'll be moving through the debris laden streets, eyeing whatever he can to find some clues of the people who lived here. He's been to many dead planets before so this isn't the worst he's seen. So when he hears of dragons and attacks on the village he can't help but frown. ] Have you tried not killing their kind and putting it on display?

[ That totally doesn't do him any favors with the townsfolk so the majority of them furiously leave or stomp off. The rest look at him with some uncertain, even scared, gazes as his robotic arm and leg don't really match the time period all that well. Just as well, he wasn't really feeling the whole vibe of this place anyway. He'll turn towards the forest then, heading to where the supposed dragon cave was. If you're nearby he might even look towards you. ] You're here for the dragons too, right? I don't really believe what they're saying. This place would've been leveled to the ground by now if it were.

TWO - B: ZETA 12

[ Cyrus doesn't know how to parent!? So his poor wailing little squidge is just sitting there in his arms as he tries to think of what to do to calm it down. ] Listen. I'm sorry, okay? I-I won't force you to cross.

[ Does this thing even understand him?! He looks really awkward and confused right now. ] I won't let anything hurt you either, so just...stop crying, please? [ And as if that weren't enough Cyrus will start coughing...a lot. It sounds really bad and at one point he has to put his squidge down to cover his mouth. There's some blood on his hand when he finally stops. ]

Not what...I had in mind for training today. [ Crossing a giant chasm with a wailing alien baby was not what he expected. Please halp. ]

HOT SPRINGS

[ Just what he needs for his ailing lungs and aching body. Though one would think that metal wouldn't go well in water but here Cyrus is, lounging in the springs with his eyes closed. He's breathing pretty deeply did he fall asleep?! Wake him up? Or leave him...the choice is yours! ]

NETWORK

So. How many of you have traveled through space before this? Have any of you heard from other planets of a being known as Nox? [ It couldn't hurt to ask, right? ]

network (UN: Tharsis)

[brokenbase]

I traveled and resided in Mars before if that counts. Nox is unfamiliar to me, I'm afraid. Could you explain more about this being?

[Slaine won't say where else he stayed in (a.k.a the Moon Base) because, you know... just in case anyone from the UFE sees his message.]

Ike | Fire Emblem: Radiant Dawn

[heavenlyblade]

KITCHEN.

[It's not that Ike is immediately trusting of any and all food just because he's a big eater. But after a good few sparring matches, there's nothing stopping the man whose appetite has been compared to those of the beast tribes back from his homeland.

The kitchen is a mess of all sorts of foods and though he's had questions about a kitchen that cooks for itself, nothing has come of it. No trouble, no poisoning, nothing. So why not? With a vacant kitchen, Ike unceremoniously grabs a leg of perfectly roasted turkey and takes a hearty bite, and he may have continued to eat the whole bird if nothing went wrong.

But something went wrong. Ike drops the leg back on his plate, delicious as it is.]

Agh-!

[The tears won't stop falling. Ike steps back from the counter, rubbing his eye with the back of his hand and sniffling as he cries against his will. Crying, really?! When was the last time he did that? What kinds of spices out could bring Ike to tears, of all people?]

What in...?! Curses!

[Ike sniffs, hunching over as he combats the tears with his arm and begins to sob at his own sobbing.]

HOT SPRINGS.

[If he can help it, training and keeping himself in his prime is much of what Ike will do with his free time. But with a lack of sparring partners – real ones, anyway, not those simulated ones generated at the training center – Ike's succumbed to the temptation of the hot springs.

What started as a desire to scout the place turned into Ike dressing down and slipping into the warmth of the water. It's not a luxury he's had the pleasure of, but its soothing and the quietness of the forest lends well to thought. His mind wanders for a bit, reminiscing over the good and the bad, thoughts swerving this way and that, and... ... ...

Ike falls into a light sleep. He's needed this kind of space to himself, perhaps. But he'll be easy to wake with any sign of company.]

OTHER.

Give me any other prompt you'd like to give – meeting Ike to spar, doing something with the training center, anything! I'll work with it.

hot springs

[winces]

[ it is a scene that, if the situation had been a bit different, would be one that olivia would have immediately turned her heel to and ran the other way. despite the public nature of the springs, she has always attempted to wander in whenever she thought none other would make use of them, and so to happen upon another felt, to her, not only rude, but incredibly embarrassing.

in truth, she had very nearly bolted the moment she saw his figure, but it is fortunate she deigned to stay a second later, for he very well could have just endangered his life! ]

Ohmygosh, sir? S-Sir!! [ she rushes forward, dropping to her knees where he had come to rest, hands hovering in the air uncertainly. without the option of reaching for him to shake his shoulder (h-how could she! he's topless..!) she defers, instead, to shouting at the top of her lungs. ]

Sir — please wake up! You shouldn't be sleeping here!!

Shuusei Kagari | Psycho Pass

[hedonistic]

☢ network; un: shitpost king

if anyone can tell me how to get videogames or proper internet on this thing i will eat anything u want from the magic kitchen and let u record the results for posterity/blackmail/whatever u want

in the meantime i've got way too much time to kill so let's play would you rather

for those of you poor souls who've never known the glory of the internet, it goes like this: someone posts two things (the more ridic the better) and people respond with their decision on which they'd rather do and then come up with their own two things

it ends up with us all judging each other's life and choices and nobody lives happily ever after :')

i'll start:

would you rather...
be eaten by a zombie, or burnt at the stake?

☢ zeta-12

[This is what Kagari gets for not reading through the mission descriptions and picking the one that had the coolest name.

He's standing at the edge of the chasm, a rope tied around his squidge's waist like a weird leash, and tugging, but it just won't move.]

Come...! On! Already! Look, I'll feed you again on the other side, okay??

[Tugtug. Tug.]

What if I feed you now, will you go if I feed you now.

[The squidge ceases its wailing just long enough to munch on a snack, but then refuses to move. Again.]

This is way less fun than Pokemon makes it out to be.

malia tate | teen wolf

[animalize]

TRAINING CENTER ( ZETA-12 | FOREST )

[ No one in the history of the world has ever called Malia nurturing; she's a blunt, sometimes sullen loner with absolutely no filter. Not the kind of girl you want taking care of your alien Jell-O baby. She stands at the precipice, squidge tucked under her arm like a football, scowling. It won't stop wailing every time she tries to make it over the cliff, and she swears to god, five more minutes with this thing and she's launching it over to the other side like it actually is a football. ]

Hey. You. [ You??? Yes, you. ] How do I turn this thing off?

NETWORK ( UN: asdfghjkl )

hey

reply here if youre not human

dont bother saying you ARE human or asking stupid questions. i dont care

WILDCARD

[ feel free to wildcard me! go bananas ]

jello babies

[slushfund]

(hand flattening over his brow, squinting after the powerful throw.)

...

Well, fuck. If failing is the way out of here, then you will certainly do so with poise. (it was a great throw and hiruma will give credit where credit is due.) Next time try throwing it into the gorge.