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Entry tags:
- !intro log,
- akira kurusu (al),
- aziraphale (xy),
- bucky barnes (gail),
- castiel (inky),
- cheryl blossom (amanda),
- dg (keri),
- duster (nara),
- ellever brandt (crow),
- goro akechi (luna),
- ignis scientia (helena),
- jason grace (erica),
- javert (rachel),
- jo harvelle (dee),
- keith (maru),
- maes hughes (erica),
- masaomi kida (wind),
- miriam maisel (chase),
- prompto argentum (daimon),
- pyrrha nikos (coco),
- quentin coldwater (ireth),
- rosinante donquixote (lauren),
- shigeru miyata (levy),
- stone (gail),
- will ingram (leu),
- xayah (helena)
INTRO LOG: DECEMBER
INTRO LOG: DECEMBER
IF I HAD A HEART
characters: everyone.
location: the harbor, as well as the rest of town.
date/time: december 1-3.
content: beacon's newest batch of residents arrives on the ferry. robin posts a bulletin.
warnings: n/a.
welcome to beacon.
It's dim, and the room won't stop swaying, gently rocking you back and forth. A loud sound startles you fully awake, a deep, moaning call: a foghorn. As your eyes adjust, you note faint red light streaking through the room from a tiny, round window.
You've found yourself in a private room, lying on a bed. The last things you remember are the events that led up to your death. Beside you is a folded tablet and a lantern glowing with a healthy flame.
You're on a ship. And that ship is docking.
Making your way to the deck, and eventually the pier, you find only moonlight to greet you, and a dark forest beyond. There are other people here, each with their own unique lantern, and many of them look just as lost as you are. On the ferry you've just disembarked from, the speaker system begins to play a song.
In the distance, across the waters of the lake, you can see the tall silhouette of a lighthouse, its red light slowly turning.•••
The ferry has barely docked when everyone's tablets will ping: A new weekly bulletin has been posted!
...Aaaaaanyway, luckily for all the newcomers, the tablet and the town have some resources available for getting acquainted with their new situation! In fact, as soon as they're prompted to enter a network username, an app containing all sorts of useful welcome information will launch. Newcomers can always check out the weekly bulletins and the records in town hall as well, and everyone's welcome to get in touch with the NPCs through their inboxes.
ooc.
Hey there, wonderful players, and welcome to In the Night! You've happened to come at a chaotic time, as we've just wrapped up a rather large event. Half the town was stuck in a dreamland version of past Beacon, where they explored for clues about the town's history. The other half stayed awake and defended the town from a brutal onslaught of green-eyed, hallucination-inducing forest spirits. The town's pretty haggard after all that, so hey, there's a conversation starter! It'll be good to have some fresh faces around to help with the recovery process.
You can check out the various Enter Mr. Sandman event posts in the OOC and log comms if you're curious, and plenty of the details will likely come up ICly, as well! The aftermath is just beginning, and we're so glad to have you along for the ride. :)
DELIVERIES
The following packages can be found in the cargo hold:
- The monthly store restock
- For Eliot: A carton of cigarettes
- For Prompto: 17 pairs of reading glasses
- For Eleven: A pair of walkie-talkies, and enough batteries to last for 3 months of casual use
- For Aziraphale: 12 drums, 11 lead pipes, 10 pairs of shoes, 9 wilting corsages, 8 bottles of milk, 7 taxidermy swans, 6 goose eggs, 5 stale onion rings, 4 bins full of duck armies, 3 dead chickens, 2 turtles, and a whole tree, though it's long dead... and strung with lights and garlands and holiday ornaments!
- For Kol: A book
- For Crowley: Peppermint extract, cream of tartar, a candy thermometer, a tin of cocoa, graham crackers, a generic bottle of red wine, a t-shirt with a crown logo on it, a book of love poems, and the goods
- For Eleven: An assortment of wrapping paper, gift tags, ribbons, bows, and gift bags.
- A lot of medical supplies. The supplies are plentiful enough that everyone may handwave finding common first aid supplies that will help to triage injuries sustained during the Enter Mr. Sandman event. The supplies won't immediately cure wounds, but they will help to prevent infection and ensure proper healing. There's even an assortment of painkillers, ranging from over the counter pills to IV morphine (though, hm, it seems each character will only be able to find one dose of the hospital-grade stuff, no matter how hard they search)
If you submitted an item request last month and we've missed it here, let us know!
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[These mine shafts go on forever it seemed like. Throughout the time that Akira may have been near Goro, he might have noticed that whatever he's dreaming about was not fun at all. Finally, he woke up in sheer panic. Probably sweating bullets, he was having a hard time catching his breath. But more than panic, he felt anger. Rage from these spirits that were tormenting them. It was probably going to get a lot worse. Dressed in his white attire, he threw his mask onto the ground, looking around to try to find Aziraphile and Molly. When he finally looked around, he noticed that he wasn't in a mine anymore. It looked like he was in his apartment. Was he carried back home or...? What was going on?!
That's when he went to throw the covers off of him and get out of bed to search for them. Too bad in his impatience he forgot that he can't walk right now. So the moment he put his weight on his foot, he suddenly felt the phantom pains from his sliced tendons near his ankle. In an instance, he tumbled down to the ground in pain, reaching for his ankle.
Wait... The bottom of his white (because it had to be white of all colors) trousers were not stained red with blood. Neither were his shoes or socks. And his ankle was... Immediately checking his other ankle and it seemed completely fine too. What the hell was going on? He was so shocked that he wasn't even paying attention to the fact that Akira might have been in his apartment at that time or if he wasn't, he probably was now with all the noise.]
The Invincible; Open to all
[Once Goro has gotten past all of the information trade with Akira about what happened, he'll eventually stumble downstairs to get something to eat in his normal attire. He's having a hard time walking, almost like he's limping and attempting not to fall over again and lose balance. He could have gotten worse injuries than this, so he would consider himself lucky. Molly and Aziraphale got it a whole lot worse than he did. He'd have to eventually contact them to make sure they're okay, but for the time being he just wanted to catch up on what was happening himself. Some done time was much needed.
The first thing he's noticed though is that the Invincible looks like a mess. It had windows boarded up and there were clear signs that fighting too place either inside or around it. He's not too surprised after hearing about it from Akira at the very least, but it was still so surreal to see it himself. So while he was "dreaming", this is what really was happening... He'd have to look into what other people experienced. He'd been stuck in a mine shaft, so unlike other dreamers who went to Beacon's past, he had no idea that there had been light in any way past the lanterns.
Feel free to talk to him while he's eating or mingling to see what's been happening.]
Hit Me Up; Open to All
[OOC: I'm open to anything else, so feel free to make your own prompts!]
here we go!!
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[The deafening rumble of the collapsing cavern quiets, transforming into low, gentle creaks. Duster wakes up to a dark room and the sensation of being rocked. Despite the terror he felt, grabbing out to his friends at the end of the world, feeling the floor disappear beneath him, the rocks above...
It's comforting. Maybe things will be okay.
Except for that foghorn that drove that peaceful notion away.
He pushes himself up and searching the room for the others. He's alone. If he hadn't just died (or did he?), he'd think he'd been rescued and safe in someone's guest room. The flat screen is worrisome. Duster hasn't seen something like this, but it's easier to find answers by walking around than staying in one room. He tucks the tablet into a back pocket, squeezing a few snacks around, holds the lantern high in one hand, and leaves his room.
To those nearby, a man with a distinctive limp slowly makes his way through the dark corridor, towards the back just in case something important is back there. Unsurprisingly, he runs into someone else there. Assuming it to be an ally, he holds the lamp out to get a better view of their face and mutters a name. A question. Does he know you?]
B. Beach
[Duster has always found comfort in the night. It's a time when he can be alone with his thoughts and watch over the landscape. It's difficult to do that when all there is to see is the sea and the lighthouse. He turns away from the group, standing on a rock to watch the distant spinning light and listening to the disquieting rumble of the music.]
C. Church
...This is the biggest shrine I've ever seen.
[It's beautiful. Apparently, the people who built this wanted visitors to be awed by its splendor, and it's working. He sits on the floor, setting the lantern beside him, and lies on his back. The first time he's been able to relax after dying. There's a lot to take in, but some time going over his inventory won't hurt.
He still has the Egg, which...might not be useful here if he doesn't know how it works. He still has his tools and some supplies he had on him in the caverns. He removes his small collection of Thief Tools, which include a mask, some kind of bug, and giant stables. Nothing damaged. And there's that flat screen.
Might as well figure it out. Everyone else was using it without complaint.
It'll take time, considering that he's typing with one finger.]
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Rhys Strongfork | Borderlands
okay okay so
who's looking to be hired? i'll give whoever can get me off this planet and back to Prometha seven thousand dollars. More, if you can do it without, like, a lot of shooting and gore and death. Or, hey, if you can get in contact with a guy named Zer0? Any of the above. Reaaaaally not picky.
A, the one where he runs into a spirit;
[It's not that he intentionally strayed close to the edge of the woods. But he was looking for housing beyond the Invincible, and he crossed a bridge, and you know what, this is why he hates nature. Give him a city any day, not a place where things crawl out of the woods to talk to you.]
Oh . . . . hhhhhey.
[Because, see, that sure is a very tall spirit staring down at him. Holy shit. Um. He glances frantically around for a split second, and glory be, there's someone nearby.]
Do, um . . . do skag rules apply, do you think, I mean, do you play dead or try and intimidate it or . . . what would be best in this situation, do you think . . .
B, the one where he's failing to hack something;
[There's a man with a glowing blue eye sitting at the back of the Invincible, muttering to himself. Which is odd, honestly, even for Beacon, because it's usually the spirits you have to watch out for, not random strange men muttering. But here we are, and he's grimacing as he gestures towards his tablet again and again, alternating between typing frantically and glaring hard at it.]
Come on, you stupid piece of--
[LET YOURSELF BE HACKED.]
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look I was gonna do A but then... hacking... gestures... so this is B actually
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network; @bacura
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Bucky/Soldat | MCU | OTA
After coming back from dying (oops), the Soldier splits their time between the Invincible and the church. Waiting for Crowley and Lunafreya to come back. Because they absolutely saw them fly away and ran after them and watched them die, because they need that angst on top of everything else. Patrols are doubled, which means even less rest, because so many people are injured and a few more are dead. By the time people start to wake up, the Soldier is exhausted, but still trudging along.
The sight of people stirring as he marches through with a bowl of soup and a thick slice of bread, trying to refuel before going back out, means lunch is forgotten. They crouch down to check pulses for speed changes and pat cheeks, as if that might help people wake up faster.
II. At the Ferry
Look, the Soldier tries to help unload the ferry. Really, they do. It's just that after dying and three days post-dying with no sleep and even less rest, they have no reserves left. They keep picking up a box, getting halfway off the dock with it, and forgetting what they were doing, just kind of zoning out in the middle of the pathway with a box on one shoulder and another under their arm.
Speaking to them earns a sleepy kind of blink and a, "Sorry. What?" Physically touching them gets a violent shy away, a dropped box, and a drawn knife, though at least not an actual stab.
Somebody herd the poor murder machine somewhere to sit down and make them stop trying to work.
Re: Bucky/Soldat | MCU | OTA
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Stone | Books of the Raksura | OTA
Sleeping for two weeks is... new. But Stone is vaguely familiar with similar magic, given his colony's sister-queen and several warriors once got stuck in a magical time-sink. So he's taking this slightly better than some.
He finds food, he pats shoulders and heads and backs of worried defenders and confused wakers alike, and eventually goes outside to survey the damage and take a short flight. Got to make sure his wings still work after so long not using them.
II. Not Helping
Stone is decidedly Not Helping unload the ferry. He's watching, and greeting newcomers with a smile, but he has to save his strength. There's a flight in the offing once the ferry leaves port, and he wants to be as well-rested as possible. He does do some directing if people don't know where to put things, but mostly he's just waiting patiently for the ferry to leave.
III. Exploration Time - closed to Bodhi and Rosinante
When the ferry pushes off from the dock, Stone shifts up into his winged form-- seventy-foot wingspan, colorless scales, general dragon-y shape-- in a cloud of dark mist, then scoops up Bodhi (and Bodhi's tablet), nods to Rosinante on the shore, and takes off to glide after it. Time to see what the portal looks like these days, hopefully, if it's anything like what he, Eliot, and Matt saw in the dream.
He can't talk, but he can make various sounds of annoyance, agreement, and encouragement, and tap at Bodhi in his hands with one finger to remind him to check the tablet for Rosinante's pings or to take pictures of things.
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closed to newcomers!
PLUNDER DOWN UNDER.
NETWORK OPTION.
WILDCARD.
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bon voyage
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bonfire.
the armory.
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There was panic, pain, chaos, Azkadellia screaming, hands reaching for her...and now DG bolts upright with an incoherent cry. Her shirt and vest are wet and sticky with blood but the skin at her neck and collar bone seems to be intact. She coughs, then takes a deep, clear breath.
She picks up the tablet and reads the welcome info. Then she reads it again. Then she closes her eyes and tries to let the light flow through her like Toto instructed, and her hands glow as usual but...not. She can see them better but no light is cast. The best light is from her lantern which looks familiar in all sorts of terrifying ways.
"Oh, crap," she hisses, then grabs the lantern and rushes from the cabin, up to the deck and into the open air. "Oh God, this... no, I can't. I need to--"
She turns to another passenger, reaches out to them in the dark. "I can't be here, they need me!"
Docks
DG is...not calm, but not shouty either. Agitated works, as she holds her lantern with one hand and the other keeps going to her neck to touch above the collar bone before settling on the pair of lockets she wears on a silver chain. She wants a shower, clean clothes, and a soft place to sleep so she can wake up. She's not sure she can have any of that.
"Hey," she says, covered in her own blood and steady on her feet. "Where do I...what do I do now?"
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keith / ota
[there's a lot going on in keith's head right now -- too much, really, but rather than taking the time to sort through the complicated existential questions, he's choosing to dive headfirst into busy work. he may not know why he's here or how he even feels about having died and woken up alone, but he's going to pretend like none of that matters until after he's figured out his current predicament. naturally, that means exploring the ship he woke up on.
there's a lot that doesn't make sense, like the fact that he still has his armor, bayard and knife, but for now he's going to ignore the prompts on the tablet to enter a user name because he doesn't trust this mystery device and grab the lantern to go poking around the cargo hold with his lantern held in one hand and a sword held in the other.
his brow furrows as he moves the large stash of medical supplies around.]
Great. [it's muttered under his breath, though audibly so.] Why wouldn't this be a warzone.
[why else would there be so many of these kits around?]
B. Armory
[when he's done investigating the ship, he'll finally unboard and head towards becaon itself. There's a lot of ground to cover and not a whole lot that he understands, but he's getting the sense that this isn't a problem that's exclusive to him after having read through the log. But sometimes.... you stumble across an armory and things don't really have to be more complicated than simply stocking up on pointy stabby things.
he'll be examining the collection of swords and knives and testing out the blades. a trained eye will observe that he's clearly no amateur with melee weapons... though that said, it might cause a raised eyebrow to see that he's strapped two large swords to his back and has pocketed an extra knife or two. how many weapons does one person need... who knows.]
C. General Store
[time to check out other supplies available in beacon. Fortunately it seems like there's a decent amount of stuff readily available.... but he's still looking for something else, apparently. there's a frying pan and a large package of sugar in his hands when he approaches with a question.]
You see any potassium nitrate around?
[because obviously when you're dead in a strange place, you make smoke bombs. just in case.]
D. Network ( @ marmora )
[after he's gotten a better sense of beacon's layout, he'll finally obey the tablet's prompts to enter a user name and familiarize himself with the tablets functions as well as the network.]
newly dead here.
i want to look into exploring the area around beacon. other than the lighthouse which places should be avoided?
also seems like all the regular places to sleep are at capacity. anyone here good with construction projects? would appreciate a hand building a safe place to sleep.
E. Wildcard
[Feel free to hit me up with anything!]
D; @riku; text
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Xayah | League of Legends | ota
[She's been awake for hours now, sitting on one of the benches in this building. She doesn't know what it is, what purpose does it serve and she never visited it before. But recent... events brought her here, unwillingly.
Her legs feel numb. Cold. And her wings are wrapped around her body tightly, hiding the lantern that she's holding. The flame is lit again in it, but she feels empty. There's nothing wrong with her- she's not missing anything and there's nothing weird on her (unless you count her ears), but she's just... not there. That night keeps replaying in her mind over and over again and she can't will her legs to stand and take her out of the Church.
A creak of the door and footsteps tell her that someone's in here and she spares them a glance, then looks away, back at the lit candles at the altar in front of her.]
2. Bonfire- Back at it again
[When she finally gets herself to move after hours (from what it seems), she finds herself shivering and taking a walk towards the Bonfire. She notices new people around, takes in the poor state of the surroundings from a two-week-long fight.
She crouches next to the bonfire, as if that will make the shivers disappear, and mutters, almost sneering-]
Congratulations, you won the lottery...
3. The Invincible is invincible
[The inn doesn't look good. Half of it is her fault, because Bucky and she barred up all the windows in defense against the spirits. 'Not enough', her mind "helpfully" supplies. The building still stands, though, as if the massacre didn't just happen.
She sees few injured people here and there and most of the sleeping people are gone. She doesn't know what triggered them to wake up. She's trying to catch familiar faces around, but gives up eventually. She pulls out her device- dirty from (
her) blood, but still working. Her eyes narrow and she has to take a seat after watching the video.]What the fuck...
4. Wildcard
[ooc: Mix and match previous prompts or hit me with something new. You can poke me at
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Bodhi Rook | OTA
But even if he's only helpful to one person, he doesn't think it's a complete waste. Uncomfortable for him, but not a waste. And he does have one thing working for him, not that he's aware of it. Even in the cool, eerie darkness, he has a supremely unthreatening air to him. He's only a bit on the short side, but he holds himself small and unassuming. His eyes are too big for his face and their natural expression is one of slightly pained bemusement. Despite a certain air of disreputability, he is the human equivalent of a spooked baby deer, whatever his surroundings.
It's not even an inaccurate impression, if you leave out all the desertion and deadly combat and gambling and the price on his head and various sorts of crimes. But he keeps all that to himself.
Not wanting to startle anybody, he confines himself to a wave and a shy smile to anyone who seems new or lost. It's a time when, if memory serves, delicacy was called for.
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[ For six days after waking up, Aziraphale waits patiently at the church, pacing, worried. He refuses food the first few days but gives in after a little bit, finally taking whatever scraps people decide to bring him. He falls asleep once or twice on a pew, covered only in a wing for warmth, startling awake whenever there's a noise or movement. ]
Hello?
[ He calls, blearily rubbing the sleep from his eyes. ]
2. THE SQUARE
[ On the night of the sixth of December, Aziraphale's finally gone home to entarry all the things he'd been gifted by Rastus. Gently placing the bins of ducks aside because What On Earth, he sets about detangling all of the things from the sad single tree and then hangs up everything in the middle of town around the Bonfire, mostly at the Invincible where the most people are.
With a little donation of ribbon from Eleven, and by cutting up raggedy cloths to make bows, felting scraps of yarn to make felted wool garlands, and plenty of paper snowflakes, Aziraphale has all sorts of festive things he thinks might help allay all the recent tragedy.
Watching your character go by, he finishes tying up a bit of green paper onto clusters of little white styrofoam balls, and offers it up to them. ]
Be a dear and help me with this, won't you? It's mistletoe.
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shigeru | ota
Can someone please tell me what happened to that person on the weekly bulletin?! I'm a doctor back home, is there any way to get to them? I just want to make sure they're alright...
[ Shigeru just got here and he's already worrying about people, smh. ]
library;
[ Well this arrival certainly has been crazy and it looks like it's not getting any less weird, so, books are always a good way to find out more and keep oneself occupied. Though the scurrying and scrabble of feet and claws on the floor around the place make Shigeru jump more than once. He might look around and approach anyone who's currently there as well. Typing something on his tablet he'll hold it out for them to read. ]
Do you hear that? This library is safe to be in, right? [ He doesn't want to disturb or anger any of the locals if he can help it. Still he might pause as he gives the library another once over, typing something again. ]
Have you found anything good to read? I've never heard of a lot of these books before...
General Store;
[ That sure is Shigeru stocking up on...gloves. It doesn't matter the style or the color he's just totally grabbing several pairs as he peruses the store. It's obvious from the white ones he's wearing that he's definitely in need of them but he's also getting a new outfit too, the one he arrived with is a bit...stained with blood, his blood, and he doesn't really want to wear it more than he has too. Every now and then his hand goes to rub the two scars on his neck as he idly forgets what he's doing. He looks...dour for the most part as he takes some long sleeved shirts from their rack. ]
Bonfire Square;
[ Of course who doesn't like to relax and spend a cold night sitting by a fire? Shigeru is no exception as he sits there with a pad he procured from the general store. With pencil in hand he'll have tons of unfinished sketches about his pad smiling to himself as he draws an interesting looking city from memory. He might even have some sketches of the stores around him as well, his eyes turning towards the blazing fire with some interest. He might start even drawing several cute little pictures of forest spirits that he's seen around. They're really adorable so he can't help himself?! He looks pretty into his work but you can bother him, he definitely won't mind and he might even draw you something to boot! ]
Wildcard;
[ Hit me up with a prompt if you like! Shigeru can be found wandering around the beach area, gym and boneset park too. ]
voice - un: jupitersgrace
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pidge ( voltron / ota and will match format! )
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( the network / @ p1dge );
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ellever brandt | ota
in town🡖
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[ Cheryl's not been on the ferry long but she's already eager to get off, pushing her way to the front so she can be one of the first people off the ferry. Not that she has very high hopes for what awaits her. she makes her way off the ferry, power-walking like she's a woman with a mission other than finding someone to complain to. she notes that between the confused faces from the ferry and the others milling about near the ship's dock, no one stands out as being someone in charge.
in that case, her question is going to be asked of whoever happens to be standing in her vicinity. ]
So we're supposed to be content to be kidnapped into this inner circle of Hell?
B - The Network
If this is intended to frighten me, it will take a lot more than a low budget horror film. Found footage is so 1999.
C - Up in Arms
[ Cheryl's quick to conclude that safety is not guaranteed in this new, strange world and after some extensive reading of the information provided on her tablet she makes her way to the Armory. she shoulders two different bows and grabs a handful of arrows before heading to the basement. there, she spend some testing out the bows. A few minutes pass before Cheryl senses someone watching her, and she turns to face the newcomer - bow and arrow still loaded. ]
State your business.
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[ he's alive.
and while ambrose would typically go out and see who the cat (or the ferry) dragged in, he's not there today. no, today he's drinking because it's been a long few days and he deserves it. there's an open bottle in front of him and a half filled in his hand and while he's not messy drunk, he might be on his way there.
right now, he's just gregarious and loud, saying hello to anyone that gets near him, offering them a drink and a spot to sit down. maybe he'll make the offer to someone who's gone through the same stuff he has or maybe it'll be someone new.
either way, ambrose is going to offer them a drink, a spot to sit and some good conversation. he just doesn't want to talk about forest spirits or death or anything.
it's time for a break from that. ]
â–¶ 02. WILDCARD
( feel free to throw other scenarios at me. i'm at
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[huh. . . if Akira remembered correctly, new arrivals appeared once a month, right. . .? does that mean he's already been here that long? time sure does fly when you're trying not to die a second time. aha. . .]
[Akira can be found near the cargo hold as he searches through the provided medical supplies for over-the-counter grade painkillers. his arm has been wrapped in a splint and is resting in sling, for those who hadn't seen him since they passed out into dream land. and if the sight of an obviously injured teen going through medication unsupervised is a bit. . . concerning. . . well]
[he probably notices you staring and holds up a bottle of standard painkillers, giving it a simple shake as he does so]
Substitute maracas?
[PROBABLY NOT WHY SOMEONE IS STARING AT YOU, AKIRA]
b. wildcard
[one prompt from me this month! but hit me if you want to do anything specific /o/]
wildcard bc i do what i want gdi;
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MEWTWO | OTA
[As it has numerous times before, Mewtwo wakes up and knows nothing of where it is. The gentle rock of the room is both calming and frightening. It remembers what happened. It remembers the destruction of the machines meant to subjugate it, remembers dying there on Mt. Quena with its will intact. And that should have been it. Nothing should have followed that.
Unless...
It's lying in the same prone position as it fell, but there is no earth underneath its digits. It pushes itself up in a panic and feels a strange new weight attached to it that throws it off balance. Like a cat, it pivots, trying to see what's weighing it down and its giant, muscular tail twitches in response, bearing a lantern tied tightly to the end. It glowers at it, reaches out to remove it, and then stops. Something tells it that it shouldn't remove the device. Like it might be important.
Fine, then. There's other things more important. It isn't bound so it exits the room it had found itself in, paying no attention to surroundings. A white-and-purple blur whips across the lower decks and then breaks free onto the deck, hovering in mid-air as it gets its bearings.
This is not Mt. Quena. This is not some cage constructed by Giovanni and his followers. This is something else. Somewhere else.
But no matter- if it hasn't died, then it needs to return. The other clones need it. It gives one last look at its surroundings before it attempts to shoot up into the sky and leave this place behind, only to hit twenty feet up and feel weakened, unable to fly further. Panicked, it drops back down like a stone, catching itself before it ends up tearing a hole in the ferry with its landing. The result is an awkward superhero landing, coupled with this monstrous six-foot humanoid-shaped cat monster shaking in confusion and barely suppressed rage and panic.]
What have you done to my powers?
[The echoing baritone voice echoes in the minds of everyone nearby, demanding everyone and no one to answer. Mewtwo remains, crouched on the deck, eyes narrowed and focused on the ferry's destination.]
ii. the bonfire
[Mewtwo is capable of absorbing and comprehending a great deal of information, so naturally between the guide and the logbook, it now has all the information. What it doesn't have is an understanding and that is the key. It's not natural to this or any world. What does this one mean to it, especially when it's own is likely in danger of being destroyed? Why should it care?
Surely, these humans are better equipped, more honorable, more inclined to protect a world. Why bring it here?
And so it stands on the outskirts of the bonfire, shadowed and barely in the light at all, looking almost like one of the spirits when cast in the shadow as it is. Maybe this is where it was meant to be- a shadowed world. Maybe bringing it back to the light will prove something about itself.
It chuckles, mentally, the sound echoing in the minds of those nearby by total accident. Mewtwo's just... not really great at not talking "out loud." Telepath problems.]
I will decide my own role in this. [It's a very offhanded statement- again, projected OUT LOUD- but it's all it can say about its confusing, racing thoughts and its indignation at being forced to accept a destiny rather than choose it.]
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[Prompto's not supposed to be out of bed, let alone wandering around town proper. And he's definitely not supposed to be poking around the general store, but here he's doing just that. Most of his injuries aren't visible, hidden under cold-weather clothes, but it's clear that he isn't 100% by his movements and general demeanor.
Still, if he spots someone else nearby, he'll still greet them with a slightly pained smile and small wave.]
Nice night for shopping, isn't it?
Network, @ quicksilver
so did I miss the foreign languages tutorial or is this week's bulletin supposed to be completely unreadable?
at least it's not trying to destroy my ears this time
Wildcard!
[Prompto's supposed to be on bed rest following the event, but until he's caught, he can be found mostly near the Bonfire, either sitting on one of the benches or slowly making his way around with the help of a walking stick if anyone wants to run into him.]
Wildcard /rolls sleeves up/
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[ So she was dead. Expected, welcome even, despite it being a happy choice. But life after death, or at least consciousness...now that she wasn't accounting for, but the change of scenery is nice. Anything that wasn't the four metal walls she'd become accustomed to would be.
However, Angel does not have sea legs and by the time she's made it up to the deck to get a better idea of her surroundings she's clutching for dear life onto the handrail to stay upright, eyes on the pitch black sky- was it always that vast? ]
No stars?
ii. Feet on the ground (network and action)
[ A lot of the others on the ship seemed scared, confused. All understandable, probably what Angel should be feeling too- and when the adrenaline wears off she'll be right there with them- but right now Angel is just elated to be free. Ten years, ten years since her feet touched natural ground, since she smelled fresh air or felt wind on her skin. You can find her in the square, eagerly looking around, and also on her tablet writing the following message: ]
It seems, given the history on this network, that some of you have been here for quite a while. What would you recommend doing first in terms of sight seeing?
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[ It's a strange sensation, awakening here. The last she recalls is being in the air with Crowley, trying to figure out how to get to the light house, and then chaos had broken out mid-air. They'd been attacked; she thinks Crowley was dead before they hit the water below, but she can distinctly remember the bone shattering pain, like hitting asphalt, though it had only lasted a few moments.
How many days have passed? She sits up, taking a few moments to herself before finally forcing herself to her feet. She staggers, disoriented, before making her way down the aisle and towards the exit. She needs to see the state of the town and her loved ones. ]
[ B - Wandering ]
[ After leaving the Church, Lunafreya finds herself on the streets of Beacon, eyes darting to and fro, taking in everything. The spirits seem gone; the nasties at least, and there seem to be more people out and about than before.
She can be found at the Invincible searching for dreamers while she takes in the latest Bulletin. She may or may not order herself a drink upon reading that Nyx has passed. But if she came back, then perhaps he will, too. She will also head to the Bonfire just to check on the state of it, and of course, the Dock. She'll be asking those in passing about information; what day is it? What happened? Easy things.
She can also be found simply sitting ]
[ C - Homecoming; closed to castmates ]
[ After finding out bits and pieces of information here and there, Luna heads home. Back to the cozy cabin she shares with Noctis, Ignis, Prompto, and Nyx. Except she knows that it's unlikely Nyx will be resurrected. He wasn't at the Church when she awoke, and she just has a terrible feeling. It's a feeling of sadness, yes, and that is selfish. If Nyx is no longer here, then perhaps that means his soul has moved on to a far, far better place. That's what she'd like to think, at least.
She pushes the door to the cabin open, quiet as she enters. The door shuts with a soft click, and she glances around in the darkness, lifting her lantern so that she can cast light around the living area. ]
Prompto? Ignis? Noctis?
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[ Opening his eyes after everything that happened is a surprise. Kaworu is the type of being that remembers everything and his broad understanding of the world has allowed him to see beyond of what humanity has discovered. He knows of souls, of Gods and Angels, he knows his role, and the consequences of it. But waking up in a whole different place after being killed is something he doesn't know about. It's something that his vast knowledge of the world didn't explain or prepare him for. He can't know everything, he has accepted that; Kaworu is limited despite knowing a lot. But everything he knew never had pointed at the fact that once he has been killed, he would wake up on a boat in a dark world.
The tablet and the app it contained were very helpful, but answered little as to how it was possible to bring his body and soul to a place like this. Not only that, but being displaced physically did not compare to how displaced his soul was; he couldn't fell Adam or the Evangelions, he couldn't feel Lilith or Rei. He couldn't feel Ikari Shinji. They weren't there. And that left a hallowness within.
Kaworu left the boat feeling what one could identify as "frustration" (it's hard to call it so when you look at Kaworu. He still holds a soft demeanor but he lacks a smile this time. And Kaworu is a creature that smiles a lot - far too much, most would say. Eventually he stops by the lake shore, looking back at the water where he came from; he holds the lantern in his hand and the tablet in another, but those are soon left by the shore as he approaches the water.
There is no reason for him to be here. He has no role in this place. And if he came from the water - well, he should probably return to it. ]
2. Wandering
[ alright, so trying to go into the water might have not been the best of ideas. His shoes are wet now. That doesn't seem to bother him, though.
Following the bonfire light, Kaworu heads to the center of the town. The darkness doesn't bother him, but he pays attention to what he can in hopes to find what he has been looking for - any sign of Angels, of Adam, of Shinji... As he walks, almost too silently, Kaworu hums softly to himself - a tune most Earthlings would be able to recognize: Beethoven's 5th symphony. One hand in his pocket, the other holding the lantern and the tablet, Kaworu stops by the fire, watching it for a while.
Ah, that's right. The dark is something Lilin often avoid. It's "scary". And yet, darkness is what protects them here, isn't it?
he doubts anyone has enough care for it, though.
His red eyes fall down on his wet shoes. The back at the fire.
yeah, he is just going to take off his shoes now to dry them. ]
3. Network, @ tabris
My name is Kaworu Nagisa and I was recently brought to this world. I'd like to know if someone by the name of Shinji Ikari is here. He is fourteen years old, has dark hair and blue eyes. Frail like glass. Afraid of close contact with other beings. [
kaworu. no.]I believe I also need some guidance. It's the first time I am allowed to be by myself, and while it sounds refreshing, it is quite confusing.
Finally, I read this world is dead and we must save it. Is it really that productive to save something that is dead?
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vanitas | ota
[ Vanitas died, but it isn't his first time. He'd been defeated before, in his own world, and he's died here once already— so when he gets up, when he eventually makes his way out of the church for the clockwork arrival of the ferry, he isn't expecting anything to be different.
There's a routine to it. The Lighthouse's beacon goes off, the red light flares to guide the ferry in, and Vanitas comes with his Unversed to steal supplies before the rest of them can make it up to the General Store for the citizens to peruse at their leisure. Vanitas isn't much one to share. He has no reason at all to believe anything should be different.
In retrospect, he should've known. The warnings were there. Winters had been living proof of it.
His gaze is up on the Lighthouse when he crests the hill, and it's tracks away and down to his feet as he makes his way toward the shore— it's only when he hears the hush of the surf that it happens. His gaze snaps up, and finds the water. The lake is long, and so very black. From his vantage point, it seems to stretch out forever, one big oil slick. The sliver of the moon reflects, shimmering, in the wake still rocking it from the ferry's approach. When the lighthouse beam turns, it slices a river of blood through the black before disappearing again.
Vanitas knows fear— but even at the hands of the spirits, even being torn apart, he's never felt something like this. It roots him to the spot, utter horror slamming through him like ice poured over his head. His heart lunges into his throat, hammering his ribcage as the fight or flight response takes hold. His eyes go huge, his pupils small. He can't feel his limbs— and he can't look away from the water. ]
General Store
[ Since he can't make it to the beach, he's forced back to the General Store to pick at whatever makes it up from the ferry. He needs some clothes, and as always, he's hunting after sweets. Even after all these months, he still hasn't learned to go after anything with any sort of substance in it.
So even if the person nearby him only happens to be glancing in the direction of the honey, Vanitas physically pushes in next to them, shouldering them bodily out of the way regardless of his short stature to wrap his hand around the glass honey jar and pulling it off the shelf.
With his prize in hand, he looks derisively at whomever happened to be in his way, the yellow of his eyes glancing them from head to foot. The effect is a little strange, because he doesn't hold his lantern aloft like any normal person would. The black flame inside of it makes it seem much dimmer than anyone else's, and it seems to float near his ankle, held by a little dark creature. ]
Find something else to eat.
The Bike Shop
[ He hasn't gone out of his way to do much exploring the last month. Too many things happening, too many things keeping him preoccupied— and the bike shop, blessedly, isn't anywhere near the rivers.
Vanitas loiters outside the shop, poking around the stationary bikes, and finally picks up his lantern to go in and really start looking around. He's never been here before, but the bikes— they remind him of his own world. They remind him of Them, the Keyblade Masters. He can't really tell how that makes him feel just yet— aside from a sort of surge of pride that he hasn't felt in some time.
He had never been given something cool like this. Oh, he's had his Keyblade, and he could ride that, but that wasn't the same as this.
When he hears someone else come in to the shop, he stands up quickly from behind one of the motorcycles, where he'd been inspecting the mechanics of it. The room is so dark that he almost disappears into it, only the dim light of his lantern and the shine of his yellow eyes standing out in the black. ]
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[ooc; any other scenarios hit me up here! you can also find me on plurk at scrubdaddy if you want to plot or have questions! ]
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