Test Drive Meme #33

[hadrielmods]

Welcome to Hadriel's test drive, and thank you again for your interest in the game! As always, our reserves page is here, and our applications page is here! Reserves open June 24th, and apps are open July 1st. Please remember that there is an app cap of 20 apps.

Two quick points here as well:

1. Any thread made in Hadriel's test drive will be accepted as the sole Action Log sample in the application.
2. All threads made in the test drive can be considered game canon, either through handwaving or through a shared mental experience while coming through the Door!

Test drives will be broken up into specific god mini-events, during which your characters can see how well they fare under the watchful eye of one of the gods. Choose wisely or just simply pick 'em all, and have fun!

F E A R

SCENARIO ONE: WEARS HIGH HEELS WHEN SHE EXERCISES
[The Door brings in all that is chaotic and evil in the world. This may include you, may include the person next to you... and may include the monster behind you.

And this one is, well, particularly creepy. Especially if you dislike body horror, or spiders, or being eaten. This time, the Door has brought in Virginias, from the video game The Forest.

Virginias are rather disturbing-looking monsters, looking a bit like multiple bodies all squished together. They move quickly, they can charge and leap at you, and those creepy arms and legs hurt like hell. They also make skittering noises, if you want to be even more creeped out. So have fun with that!]

L O V E

SCENARIO TWO: YES, LIKE THAT
[Today, it's you time. You woke up this morning and you knew it was the perfect day to practice a little self-care. To put yourself first. To treat yourself. And that's what you're going to do!

Whether that means drinking too much, skipping out on unwanted obligations, telling people what you really think of them, or eating that last donut - you're looking after you now, and it doesn't matter what anybody else thinks! All that matters is that you're happy. So party on, and let's hope your fun doesn't get in the way of anyone else's life.

This is a mini version of our Love Yourself event this month.]

R A G E

SCENARIO THREE: JUST ONE OF THOSE DAYS
[This morning you didn't wake up wanting to treat yourself. Oh, no. You woke up wanting to show your anger - to the world, to yourself, to anyone watching. You want to break shit, start fights, get into pointless internet arguments. They're wrong, after all.

So why not? Find a stray piece of wood and start smashing windows. Tell someone you don't like the way they're looking at you. Post something incendiary on Twitter Hadriel's network. And wait for the responding anger. That's what you want, right? Someone to face off against?

Let's just hope you don't go too far.]

Comments

mollymauk tealeaf | critical role 2: electric boogaloo

[viciousmaukery]

[one: nofearonefear.jpeg | tw: depictions of self-harm]

[Didn't he go through this already with a troll?

Apparently that's not enough, because the first thing that happens to Molly when he wakes up in this strange new world is a fight with something that is decidedly so much creepier than the troll. And that thing's home base had wind chimes made out bone, so that is an achievement already.

He rolls out of the way of the thing's charge, drawing one of his scimitars. He draws the edge along the back of his neck, and the blade starts to glow with a dim, radiant light. The creature turns to him, making a strange snarling noise, and Molly huffs out a breath, and says in Infernal as he points the blade up at the monster:] You're so hideous that you haven't got a face!

[Nobody else is around to understand that. The thing stumbles back with a snarl, but swipes out with a creepy little spider-like limb. Molly doesn't dodge in time, and fuck, that hurts. He holds on to his glowing scimitar, but—yeah, he's probably going to need some help.]

[two: treat yo self | network]

Hypothetically speaking, if someone were looking to, say, try some interesting new substances, where exactly would be the best places to go for that? Who'd be the best people to hit up for such a thing? And who else would love to try it out with that someone?

Less hypothetically speaking, where would you say is the best bar in town?

two!

[pocketspa]

[He greets the camera with a grin that's much too wide.]

Well, I mean, totally hypothetically, there's some great plants in the Orchard if you know who to talk to. And how to prep 'em. Also, there's literally only one bar, so you have that choice and nnnnothing else.

Makoto Niijima | Persona 5

[nuclearpriestess]

I. Scenario One: Charge, Johanna!!

[There wasn't time to question where she was or what happened. There wasn't time to try and remember how she was moved from her room to some kind of coliseum. As soon as her eyes opened, a monster was looming over her. It was as horrific as any other shadow she had seen before. It seemed to be a woman attached to a spider, writhing around as if it were in pain. It charged towards her, moving with a greater speed than she anticipated. Suddenly, it jumped in the air, its legs pointed towards her head.

Instinct took control, pushing her to roll until she was out of range. There was a door in the distance, what seemed to be an exit out of this place. She was unprepared and without backup. It wasn't her preferred method, but retreat was the wiser course of action until she knew what this monster was and how to defeat it.

There was someone else, another person that was drawn into this world as well. She grabbed their arm roughly and tugged them along.]

Come on! We've got to run now!

II. Scenario Two: Don't Forget This Feeling!

[Much of her life had been spent obsessively working and studying for the future. Her sister had always stressed the importance of succeeding, once telling her that it was the only way she'd be of use. Along the way, she had accepted that and pushed herself in her studies until she was one of the top of her class. It was only when she met the Phantom Thieves that she could understand that wasn't how she wanted to live her life.

But some habits were hard to break and pulling away from her studies could be difficult. While she had been on Hadriel for some time, when she woke one morning, the thought of missing school and missing her entrance exams didn't bother her anymore. It was almost as if she had woken with Ryuji's outlook on life.

Instead of wanting to find a way back, she wanted to go to the beach. The water was cold, but it seemed like a nice idea to just sit around and admire the scenery. It was lazy and unproductive, but she loved the thought of it. Maybe she could even find a boat and just sail? She deserved an indulgence this once.]

Do you have an idea where I could find a boat? The water looks calm enough to sail on.

III. Wildcard

[Choose your own adventure!]

I

[wantsnudes]

[It's become routine by now for Yusuke to step in to help the newcomers to the coliseum in his disguise as Fox. What is less routine is finding a familiar face from home in amongst all the chaos. He's staring at the mutant spider creatures with a mixture of both fascination and revulsion -- if he'd brought his sketchbook, he'd surely try to draw them.

But there's an insistent tug on his arm, and he can feel Makoto pulling him away and towards the exit.]

We're not staying to fight--?

II

[jocoeur]

( akira had been drawn to the shores today, too. maybe because of how it reminded him of the school trip to hawaii, and how nice and almost... carefree things had been during that time. he was glad to see makoto had made her way here too and at her question he perks slightly with an inquisitive— ) Hmm?

( and looks around. ) I think I saw a row boat just over on the other side of that hill...

( when he turns back to her again, he's sporting a smile. ) Maybe we should try it out?

II.

[skullcaptain]

[Unlike Makoto, Ryuji had little to no time spent in Hadriel. The initial shock and searching for familiar faces came and went on the first two days. Yet he still held tight to the hope that there was at least someone he would recognize.,,

...and he found that endurance had paid off.

It had been a stroke of dumb luck: finding one of his friends at the beach in this foreign world.]

Ooh, if they do have sailboats here, I call dibs on drivin'!

[Ryuji doesn't exactly answer the question, but he's more than willing to go searching for one.]

Connor | Detroit: Become Human

[missiondeterminant]

[Fear]

[As far as Connor is aware, becoming deviant doesn't come with hallucinations.

However, that's really the only good explanation for what he's looking at, now that he's picked himself up from the ground; maybe his programming has corrupted even further than he thought, and he's seeing things that aren't there. Maybe he really is somewhere else, even, if not physically then mentally. Those are all possible logical explanations.

Of course, explanations--as much as Connor is designed to find them--are not exactly the most important things to focus on right now when faced with... That. His scanner says it's organic, not a malformed android, but that's about all he's got so far as he scrambles up to his feet, backing away from the creature advancing on him. It feels... Off, and wrong, and Connor's LED--hidden under the brim of his beanie hat--lights up red for a moment before cycling to yellow as he processes both the unfamiliar emotion and the situation in front of him.

He pulls his gun as the monster continues approaching, but it's faster than he expects and leaps at him; he mostly dodges to the side but it still hits him hard enough to send him to the ground again, causing the gun to go skittering off. Great. This keeps happening to him.

But no time to think about that; he rolls across the ground to dodge another strike, getting up on his elbows and scrambling back to put some distance between himself and the monster, and when it attacks again he kicks it hard in the joint of one of its knees. That gives him enough time to try getting up again, but if anyone wants to help he'd still appreciate it.]


[Love]

[Being able to do what he wants is still a little... Weird.

Even more weird is that he isn't totally sure how to tell what it is he actually wants to do. The concept of having particular desires or the like certainly isn't unknown to him--he's programmed to deal with humans, after all--and he even felt a version of it himself before, when he was focused on his mission. He distinctly remembers 'wanting' to save Emma, to find the hiding deviant, to locate Jericho.

But it felt different from the 'want' to spare Chloe, or to cheer up Hank, or to pet Hank's dog Sumo. But all those experiences were still pre-deviancy, and even though they felt different he's still not sure if they actually felt like anything at all. It's all very confusing.

Or at least it is if he thinks too much about it, rather than just following 'instinct'. But, somehow, he's finding the latter much easier than usual at the moment, and that's why he's out in the rain. It's not like it's the first time he's been in the rain, but it's the first time he's really thinking about it and how it feels, and he thinks he likes it. It's calming, and since he doesn't feel the cold or discomfort from his heavy clothes getting soggy it's overall a nice experience.

He's totally oblivious to how might look, standing out in the middle of the street with his face turned up toward the sky and his hands lifted to feel the rain.

Later on he might also be found climbing the side of a building, carefully but confidently scaling the structure so he can sit on top of it, watching everything below him. He thinks he might be able to add 'heights' to his list of likes.]

love

[unchosenchild]

You're going to get sick.

[ Deadpan, lile she doesn't care one way or the other -- Maki doesn't, except in that having someone sniffling and coughing and spreading something would be an inconvenience. She found a star-shaped umbrella in one if the shops the other day, and she's got it open as she walks around (this weather really reflects her emotional state) so she walks up to him and lifts it as high as she can to cover them both.

It doesn't quite work, but she's Trying.

(Spoilers: being bossy is something she loves.) ]

fear

[madebyhumans]

[Hey Conner, I hear you like dogs. But what about big psychic cats?

Mewtwo isn't by far the biggest fan of humans (though she doesn't know that's what Conner isn't), but that doesn't mean she'll leave someone to fend for themselves when it looks like they could use some help. A blue energy ball flies towards the creature, hitting it right in the face (?). Not enough to destroy it, but strong enough to throw it back.

She can't speak, but she reaches out to talk to Conner through telepathy.]

Are you all right?

eva blair; original

[understate]

( ooc: warning for vampires trying to feed in the second prompt! )

fear;
( There's too many heartbeats ringing in her ears. Too much silence until the sktt- sktt- sktt- of a bug, the pervasive noise of something skittering along the earth. Her fingers touch what's beneath her and finds-

dirt, wet with the touch of light rain that drizzles onto her nose, her face, her clothes.

Eva finally opens her eyes and darts up before the twisted, pale form of a monster she's never seen before slams its leg into the earth.

The throb of heartbeats sounds so much louder after months in Antonia's estate, enough to bring a twitch to Eva's eye, to throw her off balance as her stomach growls; three months without feeding isn't the longest she's gone, but after so long in Antonia's care, with blood bags a plenty, the throb of every nearby living creature throws it into the spotlight. )

Damn-

( This thing won't let up, and it's only vampiric survival instinct that has her moving before it attacks again, her feet leading her backwards as she considers her options.

Run, or... )

Sorry, dad.

( The words are muttered to herself as magic sparks electric blue at her fingertips and she presses it into the ground, lightning arcing over and around her. A cage.

The monster shudders as it tries to charge her again and hits it, screeching in pain, and Eva sighs with relief. )

love;
( The hunger still growls. Still eats at her. And why is she denying that part of her? She's came so far. Always working. Always trying to be a great hunter, until her family's myriad of enemies ruined her life. Made her abandon a master's degree! All for the sake of some old guy a thousand years ago decreeing he'd use his cages to kill vampires.

Kind of bullshit, the more she thinks about it.

And besides, hasn't Antonia spent years teaching her that it's not that simple? That monsters are more than just the undead vs the living? It's hardly Eva's fault that she's stuck like this. She's just doing what she needs to do to take care of herself.

Who wouldn't?

A smile curves her lips as she approaches the nearest person, skirts swishing around her ankles as she approaches. )

Excuse me...

( Mind helping a lady out? )

wildcard;
( hit me with something else, maybe? )

[bitemefightme]

[Heine takes a few steps back when she approaches, deciding she was probably feeling something like lust, the way she's moving. And he'd rather not, thank you. In fact, he looks extremely uncomfortable and on edge, like a deer that'll jolt at the slightest provocation.

Still, he decides maybe? There's a chance she wants something normal? He can hear her out, whatever she needs help with.]

What do you want?

[Doesn't mean he has to be polite about it.]

Heine Rammsteiner | DOGS: Bullets & Carnage

[bitemefightme]

((OOC: Dark will speak in RED, Heine will not. Colour-coded for your OOC and circumstancial IC convenience!))

[ FEAR ]

[The albino pales even further as he observes this... monster of sorts. Is this one of Angelika's new experiments? God, it looks mortifying.]

I thought she was supposed to be creating armies!

[He jumps back as the monster lunges at him. He pulls out his guns and fires a few rounds at it. The monster definitely doesn't sound pleased about it, either.]

Well, fuck!

[Nope, running. Running is now an option. Especially when it launches at him again.

Oh, come on, let's fight it. At least let me out to play.

Heine ignores the plea of his other self and just focuses on not getting hit by that thing, and maybe try to figure out what it is. If it's another of Angelika's experiments, he definitely needs to find her.

And then... more. There's more of them, surrounding him.]

...Looks like an army after all... [He gives a frustrated sigh. Seriously, how far will Angelika go?

He cocks his guns again and starts firing at as many as possible at a very rapid pace. A few of them fall, but more of them are furious.

A little bit of help might actually be appreciated right now.]


[ RAGE ]

[(Because good luck getting this guy to love himself.)

This... was something he didn't want to wake up to - the feeling of wanting to destroy everything. He already had to deal with Dark enough, and this? This wasn't helping. Combatting his own thoughts and Dark wanting to come out and "play" was becoming increasingly difficult and unsettling. But a split attention can only go on for so long, especially with this increasing influence urging him to destroy in a blind rage.

He remembers his time back at the lab, those black out moments and the things he would do. The things he did, and what he found when he woke up from it all.

And that's enough for him to slip, and Dark jumps at the chance to get to have his fun.]

Alright, finally! Let's get in on this!

[His voice has a meniacal tone to it, and he just goes ahead and punches his first right through a window. Bare handed and all. It's alright, any cuts he gets will heal up here very shortly on their own. He grins through the window.]

Oh, sorry, is this yours? Why don't you come fight me for it?

[Playful and clearly unstable, he wants to start something with YOU!]

[theweakhavepurpose]

Hey.

HEY!

[ It wasn't his window, but he was near enough to it to be covered in glass shards now. He shakes them off, annoyed that someone was clearly trying to break into this little stockpile he'd found. This was obviously someone who was going to climb in here and ransack a storeroom full of canned green beans and condensed soup. He glares from the other side of the window. ]

Go find your own shit. I was here first.

Claire Fraser | Outlander

[beautifullies]

Love

[ She should, probably, be more worried about where she is now, but if you're Claire Fraser, falling through time is old hat by now. She was nowhere near the stones, so that's odd, but who knows what will send her anywhere the universe fancies. If rocks can do it, why not the medical chart she was reading in her office?

She should also be (probably) concerned she's not in the 18th century and she's not with Jamie again, but there's so much to do, and she'd really like to get out of her heels, thank you very much. So, she finds herself in the Speakeasy, shoes off while her ankles cross and delicately swing back and forth. She's sipping on a whiskey and honestly can't remember a time when the events of her life weren't pressing so heavily on her shoulders. She's relaxed, open to conversation, and gives a nod at anyone who might catch her eye. ]

Rage

Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ!

[ Good mood over, apparently. She's using the network to express her anger, and most of it's directed toward the device she's using. ]

What good is a bloody electronic that doesn't do exactly what you want? Sodding worthless...

[ When she realizes it's finally working, she makes a direct address. At who, she doesn't know. ]

I don't appreciate whoever or whatever fucking brought me here. If you're going to drag me through time and make my life hell I would at least appreciate being sent back to the goddamn right husband!

[ That's it, that's the message. Claire's getting out her anger the healthy way. Oh, an addendum: ]

Does anyone know where I can get a fucking cigarette?

rage.

[circumitus]

"Jesus H. Roosevelt", huh? That's a new one.

[Not that Rey is one of the those who doesn't get the reference.]

Don't grow tobacco here, but there's something you can smoke that's probably better. [And might chill Claire out some more, because goddamn.]

Hajime Hinata | Super Dangan Ronpa 2

[futurebullets]

SCENARIO ONE: FEAR (cw: body horror for the virginias yikes)

[There's chipped rocks digging into his palms from where he's backing up on his hands, but it's a distant feeling. Just as the nausea is that's twisting up his stomach as he watches the thing scurrying ever closer to him. The chittering noise makes his skin crawl, and fear chokes his voice as he tries to speak.]

What... [His voice is shaking, barely audible.] What the hell is this...?

[This is worse than anything Monokuma ever threw at them. This is horrifying enough to make him sick to his stomach.

He sees the... the thing's legs crouching like it's about to pounce, and Hinata reacts without thinking - he gasps and rolls, hears the monster land where he'd been moments before. But he doesn't waste anymore time than that; he yanks himself to his feet and flees.]

Run- [It's a choked noise more than a gasp.] I have to run!

SCENARIO TWO: LOVE

[Hinata is always worrying, always thinking about things too much - he never just lets himself relax, and part of him had always been envious of his friends back home who had been able to during their compromising situation.

But one morning he wakes up, and it doesn't matter. For some reason, he can finally relax, and his instinct to overthink is just... simply gone. He doesn't have a care in the world today! And so he starts off the morning gorging himself on the best foods Hadriel has to offer (although the "best" is... perhaps a little questionable), and there's no kusamochi or anything but he enjoys himself pretty well.

As the afternoon approaches, Hinata will venture to the coast. His shirt and tie are tucked under hand, but he'll leave it on one of the rocky outcroppings as he approaches the shore.]

Finally... I can swim without anything getting in the way.

[Someone should maybe tell him that swimming in jeans isn't the best idea... or, you know, that the water isn't super safe.]

SCENARIO THREE: RAGE

[The cheerful and carefree Hinata of a few days ago is gone, and maximum grumpy Hinata is here to take his place. You really don't want to get on his bad side... He won't be seeking anybody out - most of his anger is focused on himself and his own failings - but if you happen to talk to him or bump into him, well...]

WILDCARD

((change things up for the prompts above or throw something new at me, i'm down for anything fam))

Rage

[bitemefightme]

[Call it carelessness on his part. Heine's more focused on his own problems, after all. Like How the Hell does he get out of here. If that's not a problem, he's not sure what is. Well, besides the constantly-waiting deathtrap that also shares his body.

When he accidentally bumps into Hinata, his eyes widen briefly as he looks at him, checking to see if he's female. But then...]

Oh.

[Casual and nonchalant. Like Hinata is suddenly no big deal. He doesn't even say he's sorry. He's just going to continue on his way.]

Geralt of Rivia | The Witcher 3 - Wild Hunt

[thanks_bunches]

Fear.

Being a Witcher, Geralt could hear, even smell the monster before it was close enough to attack. Most people wouldn't have even noticed, but Geralt caught the distinctive bug-like skittering sound it's 6 deformed legs made.

" Hmm some kind of necrophage from the smell of it. Though, sounds like more feet than just a pair. There's two of them, in close proximity to one another."

Talking away to himself as he tuned in with his Witcher sense, trying to get an idea of what exactly it was he was going to be up against. Geralt had been knelt down, touching the floor, yet trying to follow tracks in this place seemed impossible. As he stood, Geralt unsheathed one of the two swords attached to his back by a double holster. The steel one, for monsters.

In a sudden turn of events, Geralt sensed someone or something else approaching from the side, spinning fast and making a sign, a sigil with his free hand, Quen a shield that formed almost invisible around the Witcher, that would explode a force outwards if struck. He couldn't take chances, not in an unfamiliar place such as this and with unfamiliar enemies abound too!

"You really should know you can't sneak up on me like that." Turning to face you, his golden, cat-like eyes, pupils slit and dark, focused on you for a moment before he suddenly lunged his sword forwards, slipping close to your side. "You should also never turn your back on a monster." Pulling the sword back, fresh blood dripping from it as the wounded creature shrieked out in pain as it scampered away. He'd have to chase after it, finish it off and see what he can salvage from it, but first Geralt wanted to make sure you were okay.

"You good?"


Love.

There was nothing Geralt liked more than taking a hot bath. Preferably one without lobsters or crabs trying to pinch places they weren't supposed to Thanks Yen. So when Geralt woke this morning, that was the first thing he did!

The coals were already heated so all that needed doing was dropping them around and under the tub. Maybe one in too, just to cause a little steam! Geralt stripped off stepped into the hot water and sighed in relief as he sunk down a little, letting his arms draped over the sides. "Should have brought more food and drink." He huffed out an after thought. However, that was when you happened past his door, opened just a feel inches or so. Of course, Geralt heard you coming by a mile away, ears of a hawk and all that. "Say, would you be a dear and fetch me something to eat? Kind of cheeky request, I know but I've only just got in."

It was worth a try and if it worked, he wouldn't have to drip water all over the place and let the water grow cold!


Rage.

There was nothing more terrifying than a Witcher enraged. Geralt didn't know why he felt the way he did, only that it wouldn't be sated until he fully destroyed something. His room had already been turned upside down by overuse of Aard. Sweeping the sign around as he spoke it, making sure that the room had completely been destroyed by the spell.

Turning his anger towards the streets now, Geralt stropped out into the populated areas, kicking at logs and rocks that he passed, clenching his fists before coming to a stand by the water's edge. It wasn't just physical anger her felt, Geralt felt angry with himself, guilty even. He couldn't stand to be near anyone or God help them he might erupt in their faces.

Geralt sat down then, crossing one leg over the top of the other and setting his hands to his knees. It was known the Witchers would meditate to strengthen their spells or attempt to heal certain superficial wounds, he might as well see if it would work now, help him relaxe and calm his mind before he destoryed the whole Island and everyone on it. Lucky for him there was no one around to interupt him right... Right?

Fear

[bitemefightme]

Wandering around was easy. Trying to get out of this place? Not so much. One can only stand getting more and more lost for only so long. Annoyed, he shoots down a weak point in a wall to collapse it, to walk in on another guy attacking his own round of the new, terrifying experiments (as he figured they were). And then...

Heine blinked at the shield as it erected up, his head tilting back a little. Sneak up? Okay, but he wasn't trying to. He was trying to get the Hell out of here.

"I'll take my chances," he said as he casually sounds like he really doesn't care if the monster does or doesn't try to get him, even as Geralt slides up next to him.

"I'm fine." Don't expect a thanks from him, though. He hardly thinks to bother with such things. Oh, well.

"I don't suppose you know a way out of this shit hole."

Deputy Pratt || Far Cry 5

[theweakhavepurpose]

[Two || Only You]

[Things have not been going well for Deputy Pratt recently. He's been held captive by a brainwashing psychopath for months, tortured, starved, and his brain is Swiss cheese with a side of that rotating static from old tube televisions. He's still trying hard to sort out what parts of him are still him, and what parts were made by Jacob, molded in the man's own image.

But right now... right now he doesn't care to do any more soul searching. Everything is deep and heavy and depressing and he's done with it.

He has Jacob's, no, his canteen filled with whiskey, the real cheap stuff that can be smelled from across the room. And several cans of corn and olives that he's eating right out of the can with his fingers. Because he does not care about propriety nor the fact that this is a horrifying combination of things to be consuming together.

Also he hasn't eaten regularly in a long time, so he's gonna enjoy this no matter what anyone says.]

[Three || Train.Hunt.Kill.Sacrifice]

[This is a man who should not have a sledgehammer. This is a man who is probably going to hurt himself and everyone around him with said sledgehammer.

He is going to town on a radio, smashing it to bits, and then turning those bits into plastic shrapnel. It was cathartic the first time he destroyed a bunch of televisions. So why isn't this giving him the same release?

Maybe because the radio wasn't playing back his torture. It's just a random object he decided to pummel on the off chance it dared to play music at him. But he's gonna keep smashing anyway, missing every few strikes because he is so skinny and malnourished that it's a miracle he hasn't dropped the thing on his head.]

Who else thinks I'm weak?!

I'll show them strength. I'll show them... Show them all!

II

[survivethis]

[Jill's doing a little exploration when she hears some rummaging sounds coming from an old storefront. Was it a person or another one of those monsters she ran in to earlier?

Cautiously, she draws her pistol but keeps it at her side. The door knob is turned and pushed open so she can look in, only to find a man scrounging about.]

Hey... are you okay?

[And what is he eating?]

Klaes Ashford | The Expanse (s. 3)

[patriotnow]

Scenario One

Sabaka. Now that is an ugly pashangwala....

[He's shuffling backwards, deftly placing his feet to move quickly without falling over himself as his hands search the gear belt at his waste to see what he has at his disposal]

Now, now you just stay over there, ok?

[His fingers find the butt of his sidearm]

After all. This is a new uniform. Your innards would spoil it.

Scenario Three

Oi! Sabakawala! What you looking at, ah?

[Yes, he means you. Klaes' head is cocked to one side and his frown stretches the skin where burn marks scar his face and neck. His eyes narrow as he juts his chin in your direction]

We gonna have a problem?

[theweakhavepurpose]

What did you just call me?

[ Deputy Pratt is coming down the street, dragging a sledgehammer behind him. He doesn't look strong enough to lift it, but he has a death grip on the handle because he's refusing to let it go. ]

Fuck off.

Sharon da Silva | Fear - Rage | OTA

[fogsong]

FEAR

[ It's unsettling when one wakes nowhere near where they fell asleep. It's especially unsettling when one wakes in an only vaguely familiar territory with a very large, fleshy creature skittering towards them like a bloodhound with a scent. Sharon lets out a high-pitched scream, blood rushing in her ears she tries to move.

She has no gun, no flashlight, nothing to protect herself with. So, she does the only thing she knows how: she runs.

She looks like she could use some help because that thing is most certainly faster than her in her disoriented state. ]

RAGE

[ Sharon is used to feelings of deep, unfathomable rage. It kind of comes with the territory of being a cult sacrifice or mother of god or whatever it is they liked to lump her into. Today, however, it's less teenage hormones and stress rage and more like... someone pissed in her morning cereal (and they most certainly did not).

She has little issue wrecking havoc, smashing various windows with large hunks of rocks, showing little regard or care if someone might be a little too close to her target.

Watch out, that one looks like it could be going for someone's head! ]

fear

[unchosenchild]

[ Somehow despite dropping her weapon in the Dark Ocean, Maki now has her gun in hand, and she's shooting at anything vaguely Digimon-like with extreme prejudice. It's not because she's playing hero -- even if she wants desperately to believe she was chosen this time -- so much as it is... well, desperation. Why wasn't she chosen last time? She can do this. She can fight, she can save people.

When Sharon screams, Maki shoots at the thing chasing her, and runs alongside Sharon. The aim is to keep shooting until they're out of harm's way.

If Maki looks a little bit deranged doing so, just... call it determination and leave it at that for now? ]

This place looks familiar...

[survivethis]

[ooc: To note, this is Jill from an earlier canon point than when I previously had her on the game!]

Fear

[Her boots pound the pavement as Jill runs down the street, chased by one of the virginias that skitters after her. She's used to zombies and some other really gnarly crap, but whatever that thing is has hit a new level of horrifying, even for one as seasoned as this former member of S.T.A.R.S.

It wouldn't be so bad, maybe, if she had a loaded gun, but her clip is empty and all she has on her right now is a knife. Trying to get into a close quarters fight with the creature didn't seem wise, so she hoofed it. Only now, her run takes her to the end of a street where the street just... ends.]

Shit.

[Jill turns to face the creature as it heads right toward her. Her knife is draw and held at the ready. If she's lucky, she won't fall off another cliff today.]

Love~

[Even though she just arrived in this world, Jill can't help but be in a good mood. Maybe it's the atmosphere of the place? Or just the people? Goodness knows she hasn't had a vacation in ages. The world probably won't end tomorrow, so why not enjoy herself a little?

If encountered on the street, she'll wave and offer a friendly hello to anyone she sees.]

Wildcard!

[Set however you'd like!]

Fear

[thanks_bunches]

[ Geralt was trying to make a quick exit too. Using his Witcher sense, he'd managed to find a lesser travelled path, though there seemed to be at least 8 feet prints. ]

Hmm, the patterns seem to be closely linked... Something big, with lots of legs. Then this set here looks like a boot-print of some kind. Ugh... someone might have bitten off more than they can chew.

[ Talking to himself out loud as he often did. Geralt stood back up, grumbled as he straightened his back before setting off in the direction of the scuffle.

It didn't take him long to find them. A sound of disgust left his lips as Geralt raised his left hand and made a sign with his fingers, looked like a very triangular figure of 8. ]

Yrden!

[ As the spell was spoken, the Virginia seemed to slow down in its approach on Jill. A faint misty purple aura circled the monster, making it seem as if it was treading through molasses. He went for his sword, the steel one attached at his back. ]

You alright?

[ Leaning aside, looking over to where Jill had cornered herself, a less than impressed expression on his face. He knew the spell would wear off soon, Yrden hadn't been something he'd focused his meditation to make it stronger but that was okay, his blade and a good old blast of Igni would finish it off in flames if it came to that. ]

Got a weapon?

Lykke | OC

[lycke]

FEAR

[The first thing that comes to Lykke's awareness is the bright and blinding light. It feels like it's been ages since he saw daylight the last time so the sun feels almost burning and brutal against his bare eyes. The hard pull of steel around his wrists is the second thing that he notices as he tries to lift up his hands over his eyes. They don't reach far, thanks to the handcuffs and chain around them. Lykke lowers his head and looks down at the feet, seeing a shining metal around his ankles as well, right on top of bright orange fabric.]

Well, fucking shit.

[He breathes out the curse. Guess that his 'saviors' didn't have common sense enough to remove him from the chains. Or at least give him jacket or something to cover up his prison jumpsuit.

With small steps, that looks more like waddling rather than walking, he moves around his surroundings, trying to make sense of where he is. Definitely not at the camps, that's for sure. But that's just when he hears weird noise coming from somewhere near him. Against his better judgement Lykke turns around and makes his way towards the noise, both glad yet nervous about possibility of finding life.

Well, and of course it turns out that he was right to be nervous and fear as what he discovers is nothing less but a creature straight from deepest nightmare shit.]

Shit!! [He shouts this time and flinches, nearly tripping on his feet. And it's a real luck that he doesn't because that certainly would have been the end of him. Face twisted by a grimace of disgust he tries to get away from the.. thing!]

Nonononono. [He mumbles nervously as he waddles as quickly as he can. The freaking flesh tentacle monster is coming after him and he feels both like crying and peeing himself from fear. There's no way he can get away fast enough, not with his feet bound like this.] God no, please.

[Quickly he picks up a stick from the ground and starts to wave it at the monster, hoping that there'd be chance it would scare the freak away.]

Hey!! Help! Anyone, c'mon!

[itsnotaonesie]

[Yo dog, I heard you like not being murdered by monsters, so here's some kid in a goofy costume who is probably just as clueless as you are. Sounds promising, yeah? He may be completely freaked out and confused by literally everything right now, but someone shouting for help is easy to figure out. Honestly, doing the Spider-man thing would really be a welcome distraction from all this other fuckness.


Tracking the guy's voice is the easy part, deciding how he wants to tackle the monster problem is probably going to be pretty tricky. Or not, since he doesn't bother stopping to come up with a strategy. He just shoots some webs at the thing and yanks it away from the dude in the shackles, right into his own personal space. Well oops, huh.]

Ooh wow, this was actually a pretty bad idea.

[The good news is that the monster is pretty thoroughly distracted, the less great news is the monster all up in Spidey's grill.]

Hey uh, you! Mister! Hobble that way, I'll catch up. Uh. Maybe? We'll see.

Peter Parker /Spider-Man | MCU (Infinity War spoils probs)

[itsnotaonesie]

Fear: oh no spiders

[So, Peter's life had taken a lot of unpredictable and kind of not super great turns lately, the most recent of which being this whole waking up in a weird place alone thing. The waking up part is good, at least, and he seems to have all of his limbs and stuff, so that's another plus. The alone part is significantly less cool. He doubted that anyone he'd just been with would have any better ideas about this situation than he did, especially Footloose guy and his band of... alien... whatevers, but at least he could have been totally confused with someone else.

It didn't help that he was completely disoriented at first. As soon as Peter's focused enough to like, think coherent thoughts, it's time to start working out some priorities. Personal status update was priority one; he's feeling okayish on a physical level, he can like wiggle all of his toes and stuff. That's about all he can ask for at the moment. Priority two is picking his ass up off the ground and getting his mask on. Priority three was going to be "figure out where the the shit this is", but then he senses something creepin' up behind him and priority three instantly becomes "DODGE, IDIOT" instead.

He makes a surprised (and totally manly for sure) little yelping sound as he dives to the side, narrowly avoiding being impaled by a leaping hideous monster thing what the Hell. As ungraceful as the initial dodge was, he rolls pretty smoothly a couple times and hops to his feet, hesitating to do much of anything else right away because his brain doesn't want to process this thing that he's suddenly come face to...uh. Skin sack? With?]

Oh my God! Oooh man. Oh geeze. I knew I shoulda just stayed on the bus today. Wait, was that today? Oh God, what day is it? What are you!? N-noo no nonono you stay over there!

[There's probably some level of irony that Spider-man is stuck fighting some kinda creepy spider monster, and he'd probably be able to appreciate it more if he wasn't quite so creeped out, but hey. Really though it's less fighting and more shooting webbing at it's legs and trying to trip it while simultaneously dodging it's stabby feets and making grossed out little "ICK UGH OH GOD WHY PLEASE DON'T LAY EGGS IN MY STOMACH" noises. So, that's a thing.]


Love: [TEXT] New phone who dis

[So what does totally-not-Spider-man Peter Parker like to do to relax? Considering his favorite sandwich shop isn't here and the chances of him finding any 1000+ piece Lego sets are pretty much zero, that probably means exploring and trying to find out where all the interesting shit is.

Haha just kidding. It means turning to social media because teenager. Sure, swinging around on buildings might be more fun, but it's relax day, bro.]

I have a feeling you guys probably get the "confused new guys asking too many questions" thing a lot around here, but um. Hi, confused new guy with a question here! Are there any fun/interesting places to visit or like things to do? So far my experience here can be summed up with "watch out for those freaky monster things " and literally anything would be an improvement over that.

So yeah, thanks! Also I'm Peter and I maybe should have mentioned that first but things are weird and throwing off my groove so yeah, hi.

[You bet your ass he found the emojis already, come at me bro.]


Wildcard
[it's a card, it's wild, go nuts]

Love

[toiletseat_girl]

If you're old enough to pass for old enough to drink, there's the Speakeasy.
Aside from that, we ain't got much.
Sorry.
This isn't exactly a fun-filled zone.

Aubrey Little | The Adventure Zone: Amnesty

[didntstartthefire]

💀FEAR💀

[ Oooookay. So this is a thing. This is not her room in the Amnesty lodge. She might've not been in town for very long, but she's sure she never noticed a, huh....an old-looking stroke arena somewhere in Kepler.

She's in the process of standing up before she gasps and looks around very quickly and anxiously. But her nerves are soon soothed, as she finds a large albino rabbit loafed up on the sand.]

Dr. Bonkers, oh thank goodness.

[ She picks up her little fuzzy friend, safely holding him in her arms before she scans the arena once more. She takes a couple of steps....]

I don't think we're--

[ She's interrupted by a strange skittering sound, catching her attention and making her turn. It takes her a moment to process exactly what she's looking what. What is---what--



She screams.]

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💢RAGE💢

[ You know what? Fuck this. In just a couple of months, her entire life has been turned upside down. She can't find a way out of here, nobody knows what she's talking about when she mentions Mamma, Sylvain, Barclay, nothing!

She keeps fidgeting her fingers, anxiously moving a small flame from finger to finger. What if that flame wasn't small? What if she actually practiced her magic, since apparently nothing works? That's something she can do at least.

She stares at some deadish-looking bushes like they made fun of Dr. Bonkers. She stares, she focuses, she glares, but nothing. A few seconds feel longer than usual and her patience runs out rather quickly - she sighs real loud and stops her foot.

And the entire bush bursts into too-big flames.]

Oh, shit!

[ HUH. Hum. Huh. That's fine, right?]

rage

[itsnotaonesie]

[It's not every day that a bush spontaneously combusts near you while you're out for walkies. Peter's spider-sense junk might have tipped him off that A Vague, Dangerous Thing was about to happen, but even then it's still surprising as all hell. Naturally, anyone's reaction to something like this is to yell:]

Holy shit!

[Which Peter does, because holy shit, but after a few seconds of being utterly confused by this fire that shouldn't be here, he realizes that there's another person hanging out on the other side of the flame bush.]

Hey, ma'am? Are you okay over there?

devan damyang | original

[laqueata]

i. f e a r

[ The first thing that Devan does upon waking up is, for lack of a better word, screech. Unfortunately, she isn't exactly a banshee, and the high-pitched noise of terror that escapes her doesn't really do anything but alert the monster of her presence.

Instincts are hard to get over. She's in her human form - she'd know just by the way her skin feels a little too strange in places, like it's grown too fast to cover her up - and it's all too easy to slip back to her natural form, her size decreasing dramatically as wings sprout from her back.

She didn't want to do this, unsure of where she is and how she got there. Keeping her human form is essential for self-preservation. But here she is, four inches, iridescent wings keeping her from the creature's reach as she flies towards the first actual person she can see around, hovering just above their head. Her heart feels like it's about to explode right out of her chest as she looks at the thing. ]

Please tell me I'm just being silly and this thing is actually friendly, right? Right?

[ It does not look friendly. ]

ii. l o v e

[ Self-care, to Devan, is extremely simple. Give her some music, and she's off to the races. Her Grammy used to say that Devan would give her an early death by running around around the war dancers when she was tiny, amazed and impressed and trying to copy them all at the same time. She'd joined them as soon as she could, but she hadn't discovered dance as a truly liberating form of pleasure until she entered the Human world.

Hadriel doesn't seem to have clubs the way Seoul, or New York did. There's a bar, but it isn't the dance night. But having spent so many years in a society that didn't know the concept of shame, Devan still entirely devoid of the concept, which is why she doesn't really think twice of it when, after a walk around the city, she can be found dancing in the street, by herself, earphones pushed in deep, music blasting loud.

Eyes closed, body lost to the music, she isn't paying attention to anything. If she finds herself bumping into someone, well... her bad? ]

iii. w i l d

[ hmu with anything. I am planning on adding more info in her journal, sorry for the lack of it. tl;dr: a pixie (who can shapeshift into human form) that's pretty naive and lost in the big wide world. ]

i!

[evocation]

[As always, Kyna is in the coliseum on new arrival day, ready to help the new kids not die. Hopefully. A scream grabs her attention, and she looks over just in time to see one of the new girls shrinking, wings sprouting from her back.

Before Kyna can register much else, the little pixie is flying toward her, and she blinks in response to the question. It's clear Kyna isn't fully human, either—her ears are too pointed for that, and her hair is pulled back into a ponytail, meaning they're in full display.]

Uh... they usually aren't. Are you some kind of faerie?

Commander Shepard | Mass Effect

[squadgoals]

FEAR; COME AT ME BRO

[The Virginias are downright awful. Too many legs, not enough arm. They make a sound that scrabbles and skitters beneath your skin, and anyone would be well within their rights to want several miles, walls, and fires between them and it.

That makes the immediate reaction of the woman you happen to be watching somewhat of a misnomer, depending on who you are. With no hesitation, she's already swinging a fist toward them—the impact blurred by a sudden flash of blue light, tinged with ozone.

Despite her slim, single player status in the battle, she still seems to be winning in hand-to-hand blue light combat against these things, no extra hands required. Do you want to give her one anyway?]

LOVE; BEACHY KEEN

[It's just a stretch of grassy meadow. And it's just a blanket. But Shepard, outfitted in a set of baggy shorts and oversized t-shirt, seems to be genuinely enjoying herself sunbathing regardless. Somehow, she's managed to obtain a pair of sunglasses? They suit her, in any case. Somewhere near by is an undisguised bottle of amber alcohol, half empty.

Even if it's clear she's heard your approach, or caught sight of you, there's no response for a long beat. Then:]

Closed. Out of service. Going through a wormhole and losing you.

RAGE; THEY'RE GOOD DOGS BRONT

[You just woke up! You're probably having a pretty neutral time of it. But lo, what beeping from yonder digital device? It is a text-based message! And inside, it simply reads:]

Cats are objectively the worst pet you can own. Prove me wrong.

Rage

[itsnotaonesie]

Cats can't be the worst because birds exist.

[come at ME, bro]

tony stark ⊛ mcu

[hyperverbose]

0 1 ⊛ ι ' м • в ε ι и g • т α к ε и • σ ν ε я • в ч • т н ε • ƒ ε α я | fear event

[ the timing couldn't be worse, really. or maybe it could, but luckily, he's been saved from knowing that. instead, tony is eyeing up the arena, with more irritation than disbelief. perhaps that why he directs his annoyance towards the first person he spots - you, next to him. his tone is tight, his jaw clenched a bit as he rattles off: ]

You know, as abductions go, this is a really inconvenient time for, oh, I don't know, the entire universe, so if you wanna turn this thing around, so we can get back to the galaxy saving, that'd be -- [ he halts mid-rant, reading on their face both an innocence of what they're being accused of... as well as something else. ]

... Something's behind me, isn't it.

0 2 ⊛ ι ' d • ω α и и α • в ε • м ε • т σ σ | love event

[ an overflux of self-love for tony can't be complete without an audience to witness as much, so that's why he's throwing a house party. ac/dc is blasting off the speakers, and the alcohol is flowing a bit too freely, at least on his end.

sorry to anybody who might be his neighbor and/or roommate. he can be found using repulsors to fire at empty bottles being tossed up into the sky by shrieking party-goers, or just generally schmoozing at the center of the action. ]

0 3 ⊛ α я ε • ч σ υ • ι и ѕ α и ε • l ι к ε • мε | wildcard

[ either rage event, or hit me up with something else entirely ]

love event

[itsnotaonesie]

[Don't worry, Peter's not here to drink. He's a good boy. What he is here to do is follow good ol' Mr. Stark around with his phone out and take pictures every time he catches him acting like a jackass.

He has so many pictures.]

Y'know, Mr. Stark. You could totally put someone's eye out if you keep blowing these bottles up like that.

[I mean if he was actually worried about that then he probably wouldn't be out here tossing them into the sky to begin with, but hey.]

Luke fon Fabre | Tales of the Abyss

[dupelicate]

FEAR; NEW GAME+

[There's the pull of the door, and suddenly, he's somewhere else entirely. Hands out as if he's miming the holding of some invisible parcel, he blinks once, twice, at his arms—then lowers them experimentally, the beginnings confusion creeping into his eyes.]

What...?

[Any further commentary is cut off completely and unceremoniously by a Virginia running toward him at full tilt. With barely a moment to spare, Luke rolls out of the way, stumbling back to his feet, wild-eyed panic writ large.

He doesn't have a sword. Why would he?]

Damn it!

This isn't how it was supposed to be!

[Wrenching a branch off a tree, he swings it in front of himself, a makeshift sword.]

Fine! Come on!

LOVE; I'M THE GOODWILL AMBASSADOR

[The hot springs. The perfect place to treat yourself, one might say—and that's apparently exactly what appears to be happening here. Probably?

In one of the bubblier springs on the boy's side, all that can be seen is a teenager's head, floating, disembodied, above the wafts of steam and agitated water. Red-headed and bedecked with...a handtowel, tied like a bandana? Ok, whatever.

There also seems to be a delightful assortment of snacks scattered on the side of this particular hot spring, as if the kid's decided to make it his own personal bath. Most of them are open, sorted through, as if a massively picky child has gone through them and chosen just the things he likes out of them.

Because he is, and he has.]

The only FEAR here is babysitting again...:V

[tenuousmorality]

[Jade's been here just long enough to learn about the little monthly "event" that had brought him here, because when isn't the man studying and slowly picking apart everything that he wasn't in the know on?

So naturally, of course, he's been paying visits periodically to the Colosseum to see who else showed up. Imagine his utter surprise to see someone he would never have expected to see like this. If Jade was anyone else, he might find himself feeling particularly emotional about seeing Luke here, or maybe he'd have immediately felt concerned for the young noble's condition; after all, Luke was in some danger of dissipating the last time they spoke.

Jade was definitely not the right person for that though. He was the right person for making himself known by casting a quick Energy Blast to stop the unholy creation that was attacking Luke.

He sighs after the attack strikes true, surprising the Virgina and allowing him a moment to speak.]

Well, well. How resourceful of you, Luke, to attack a monster with a stick. So we've taken a few steps back from real weapons, then?

[Look. He's happy to see Luke but Jade Curtiss is the furthest thing from a human being and after being particularly sentimental on Eldrant...he can't have Luke mistaking him for predictable, can he?

Also he has to be sure that this is in fact the real Luke, and not some poorly-conceived attempt to throw him off his guard. Do something Luke-like, if you can.]