June (Dianir) Test Drive Meme

[hugtopiamods]

June (Dianir) Test Drive Meme
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Dianir, the month when Diacht's power begins to take hold, has begun and the effects of the previous month's rejuvenation have finally worn off. The city is fresh and new with flora and fauna, and the weather begins to turn ever hotter with each passing day as summer begins encroaching upon spring. The natives and new residents alike are adjusting to the first major changes to Havenwell's layout in centuries relatively well, all things considered, with natives slowly and cautiously beginning to expand businesses and homes into the newly opened areas. The temples are abuzz with activity as adherents flock to them, offering praise and words of thanks for the gods and the offworlders, without whom this major step forward would not have been possible.

❥ PROMPT I: Basic Instincts

Randomly and without warning, characters will find that, depending upon the strength of their deity, they may begin exhibiting some...odd qualities associated with their god. Those whose gods are the weakest will find the desire to give in to these qualities are the strongest, bordering on nigh impossible to ignore. Like an itch in the middle of your back that you can't reach, but you're going crazy trying to get it. The longer your character ignores the desire, the stronger it gets. Those whose gods are the strongest will find the urge there and definitely annoyingly loud, but not impossible to ignore for longer periods of time. And what qualities are we talking about? Well, from strongest to weakest, those qualities are...

♥ Ohma (strongest urge): While normally standoffish and languid, this feline god can also cling to things and people at times with an almost obsessive fervor. They need everyone to know that what is theirs belongs to them, and what better way to do that than to mark what is most important to them? People and things adherents of Ohma deem essential or necessary to their lives will find that their Ohma-driven friends are unusually clingy, wanting to hold hands or press up as close as possible to them. It might be hard to go about your day when an Ohma adherent has their arms around your waist, face pressed to your back or chest, unwilling to let go! Another unusual trait to pop up is their hunting instinct. This seems to come out most strongly around the followers of Ainea and Diacht, where Ohma's predatory instincts cause them to play-stalk and play-hunt their fellow offworlders. It's all in good fun though! Give them a tackle or a tag and the urge to 'chase' seems to go away.

♥ Ainea: The little mouse deity is renowned for her compassion and family devotion, but a little known trait of hers is the need to gather. Whether it be people or things, Aineans will find an overwhelming need to pack-rat and hoard as much stuff as possible. Oddly, things that aren't owned by other people already (such as items from stores or museums) hold very little value to them. But that scarf someone else is wearing? Yoink. That person who catches your eye as they walk down the street? Yup. You're going to be gathering everything you can and everything that catches your eye into a central location - be it your home or some other meaningful place to you - in an attempt to bring together a cozy, happy home. Once you've created your perfect little cozy pile, wouldn't it be nice to just dig in and snooze with all of your favoritest things and people? Of course it would! It just might be hard because people tend to want to go about your lives and you? You'd rather they stay right where they are with you.

♥ Diacht: This is the beginning of the avian god's cycle and when their power is beginning to grow incrementally, but that doesn't seem to be excluding them from the chaos. While known for their honesty and honor, Diacht isn't above their more basic instincts. One of which is an almost comical obsession with anything shiny. What's shiny to a Diacht adherent? Well, that depends on each person. It could literally be a bit of tinsel or metal that glints in the bright early summer sun, or it could be a person with whom you've begun to feel a special connection. Diachtians will feel an urge to rush in and snatch up what catches their eye the most, which could put them at odds with both Aineans and Rawnas trying to hold onto their belongings. Beware of the Ohmans who might be stalking you from the shadows, too. If you manage to successfully make off with your latest prize, where better to stash it (or them) than high up, right? You'll be wanting to take over a high perch in town, which might put you into direct confrontation with the Rawnans as you bicker over who really has the right to claim the town fountain, the research towers, or the newly discovered colosseum as their own.

♥ Rawna (weakest urge): Currently the strongest of the deities, adherents of the draconic god will find these urges the easiest to ignore for the longest possible time. The desire is still there, however, and seeing everyone else go buckwild around you might just trigger something deep within: a sense of territorialism. That's your stuff they're taking! And your people! And hey! That's your house! That's your garden and no one else is allowed inside! The urge to protect and keep what's yours for you and you alone is extremely high this month. Sharing is not caring, thank you very much. In fact, it might be easiest to keep an eye on all that you own if you're also the owner of the highest points in town - the town fountain, the research towers, and the newly discovered colosseum. Rawna adherents will find themselves fighting and bickering among themselves and with the Diacht followers to claim ownership of the highest points of land that they can find. Don't be too violent though! No one likes a sore loser. They'll also want to watch out for the Aineans who might just steal that which you hold dearest.

❥ PROMPT II: What'd You Say To Me?

With the gods so thoroughly distracted by their baser needs, it seems something fairly important to the off-worlders' lives has also gone on the fritz. Randomly throughout the month, characters may find that they suddenly can't understand each other. The universal translation magic that's been holding everything together will randomly cut in and out, like spotty WiFi at a public bus station. You could be in the midst of a conversation and suddenly everything that comes out of your partner's mouth turns to gibberish, or just into their native language which you, unfortunately, don't seem to understand. Speak every language fluently? Have a spell that makes you telepathic? Chances are, it won't work. Whether it's written, spoken, thought or gestured, the language barrier is nigh insurmountable whenever this malady passes over you. Thankfully, as with most things here, if you and your conversation friend decide to touch for awhile, the effects wane and pass on as if nothing had gone wrong at all. Let go and it might come back though, so you best be prepared!

❥ PROMPT III: Gotta Make Money to Spend Money

Clothes in Havenwell for more than just offworlders are starting to become a thing, although the availability of good clothing and custom clothing can still be quite expensive. With natives and non-natives alike trying to vye for the latest fashions and outdo one another for an upcoming competition, what little was available is pretty quickly gone from the shelves, leaving the few tailors in town charging premiums for any new products that are needed. Luckily, the wheels of capitalism don't stop, even in this faraway land, and paid jobs are currently plentiful. If you aren't looking to join in the festivities, don't despair! The dora you earn through these tasks can just as easily be spent on other goods and services as you like. A job board is posted in front of tailors and other shops, advertising the following things that people are willing to pay to get done:

• Research Towers: Attention, Offworlders! We hear your calls for innovative cuisine! Create a recipe using available ingredients in Havenwell (replicated or not) with a friend and describe it in detail for potential use in future replicator recipes. We only require that you and your friend taste test and be able to describe the taste, texture, and feeling this food gives you. Please deliver your completed recipes to Research Tower East. Edible and named recipes, regardless of whether they are utilized or not, will receive dora in exchange!
  
• City Council: Attention, Offworlders! We have heard that "homesickness" is a thing that many people might be experiencing and we have heard you! Please are paying for people to bring us examples of your home cultures - be it stories, plays, history or something else. Dramatic reenactments, video recordings, and physical recreations are preferred.
  
• Entertainment District: Attention, Artists! We are experimenting with new synthetic materials that may be useful for your artistic endeavors. Please visit your local museum to pick up a sample pack. Payment for acceptable artistic creations that utilize these new materials in a new and innovative way is being offered. Materials include: new colors of synthetic paints, a more malleable synthetic clay, and a synthetic marble for carving. Offworlder models preferred.
  
• Business District: Help Wanted! We are looking for delivery drones. Those interested should contact the delivery center. Requirements: be capable of moving quickly, carrying large loads of cargo, efficient, and safe! We need machinery, building supplies, personal packages and more shipped and delivered across all of Havenwell. Most packages currently awaiting delivery will require a minimum of two people to deliver. For those without transport, we are offering a crash course in piloting our newly minted three-wheeled delivery scooters.

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Have fun however you like with the setting! Make a network-style toplevel, make up other prompts based on the general setting, go wild. Havenwell is your oyster.

This TDM is for the July application round. If you have any questions, feel free to direct them to the FAQ or to the Mod Question thread below. The reservation round begins on June 29, 2020 at 10:00PM EST and our applications will run from July 2, 2020 to July 9, 2020 from 10:00PM EST to 10:00PM EST.

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[hugtopiamods]

[fathersday]

Arrival Dad
[ What better way of waking up in a completely different world than finding a good place to eat. It feels as if it's been ages since he's gotten the chance to sit down and have a hot meal, being dead (or fighting endlessly) notwithstanding.

Too bad he has no money. ] Oi. You. Got any spare gil, uh, [ Quickly, he corrects himself, arm raising to the back of his neck as he stretches out the ache. ] dora? Whatever 's called. [ There's not an ounce of shame when he asks, his stance perfectly lazy, his expression impeccably casual. He waves his communicator. Yup, he's ready for that e-money. ] Could use the cash for some grub. [ And maybe a drink, a nice strong one at that. Having just arrived here, shoopuff milk isn't going to cut it.

What's a guy gotta do, make a sign that says "will hold hands for money?" ]

Entertainment Dad
[ Toying around with arts and crafts isn't something he's usually be caught doing, but apparently it pays, so here he is molding the clay into what looks to be like a collection of little spheres. Numerous ones. To him, they're blitzballs, clearly the superior form of entertainment... as well as something he enjoyed, something he had in common with his son. This nostalgia does nothing to soften his scarred face and scrutinizing look at he meticulously carves in the grooves of a sportsball into each and every one of them.

However, boredom eventually overtakes him. Crafting a makeshift goal post out of two of the spheres, he positions a third and flicks it between them. The clay sticks onto the wall beyond with a satisfying plop. Or maybe it hits you, if you just happen to be caught in the crossfire. ]

Delivery Dad
[ His expression contorts as soon as he sees the motorized tricycles, skeptical. In a city filled with robots, they need the otherworlders to act as delivery drones. And if they're delivering machinery, does that mean they're technically delivering severed body parts? This better not be a cover for some sort of black market robot trade.

(But if it is, who does he have to speak to get himself a higher position?) ]

Well. [ Uncrossing his arms, he palms one fist, cracking his knuckles with a lazy grin. ] These packages ain't gonna deliver themselves.

Wildcard
[ HMU with whatever here! Alternatively, find him practicing and doing tricky leg exercises with his personal blitzball. ]

Arrival Childe

[pinkmin]

[Oh. Oh oh oh. She could do this! She could pay things forward! Once upon a time ago she had been treated to cheese pastries shortly after she arrived. It was time! To do similar!

So hello there, Jecht, here was a four-foot-tall child jutting her hand out at you. There would be no need for a sign today: she was here to hold! Your! Hand!]

I know a place to eat.

[Vianca had almost been tempted to waver back to her very soft volume, but managed to keep it just. Reasonably quiet.]

Arrival

[scentsitivity]

Oh, do you want to get more dora, sir?

[ It seems like the problem to his understanding. His whole appearance seems relaxed, but maybe he just has trouble saying he wants to hand hold someone for some money boost? ]

delivery son

[hansha]

Sup, Mister!! You lookin' for a partner to deliver stuff?

[ Yuuji rolls the sleeves of his parka up to show off his muscles. Pick him, pick him!! ]

I can carry big stuff and move fast!!

Morgana | Persona 5 Vanilla (No spoilers for Royal by default, please add warnings if you plan to)

[meowna]

1. Basic Instincts:
[Ohma's temple's cats belong to the priests in a sense, don't they? Aside from the mouse infestation that swept the city months ago, the temple animals are generally content to stay in and around the temple grounds. One cat in particular though, wearing a gorgeous bejeweled collar, seems absolutely determined to be a little escape artist. You might be able to hear him yowling in displeasure as you pass by, or see him struggling and squirming in the arms of one of the priests, carrying him back inside. A little help, here?]


2. What'd you say to me?: (Feel free to understand anyway if your character isn't normally impeded by language barriers)
[Unfortunately for Morgana, he's used to not being understood--and to not being able to change at will into the shape that would allow him to be understood. So he's stuck doing things the hard way for the moment, trotting along the sidewalk with "his" tablet--everyone else had just been handed one when they woke up, so it only seemed fair that he swipe one for himself, too--held in his mouth.

It makes his meows a little muffled, whether he's approaching you on the street to rub against your ankles, (He has no idea where he's going, but you sure seem to.....) jumping up onto your windowsill to peek into your house and see if it's empty, (He's gotta find somewhere to live, right? He doesn't want to be a stray when there are plenty of beds just right here!) or just poking his head into a business (Yours, maybe?) to see if he can at least find something to eat.]


3. You gotta make money:
[Are you an aspiring artist, looking to make Dora with some painting or sculpting? Having trouble finding good subjects for your creative masterpiece? The cutest, handsomest, most charming model you could ever ask for has just sauntered over to leap up onto the waiting stool or table, and is preening expectantly, just waiting to be admired. Make sure you capture his best side!]


4. Let's make a deal:
[Just a short, simple message on the network, because it seems like the only way he might be able to get answers without the team around to translate for him:]

Anybody need a roommate? I think you'll find I'm excellent company, can contribute plenty of money to the household, and take up far less space than anyone else would.


5. Wildcard:
[Prefer his mascot form? Have another idea I didn't mention? Hit me up!]

1

[jivitadana]

[This place wasn't so bad. After being sent out into the city and to be left to his own devices, Minato did have time to think about this new life he had been gifted with. It wasn't really remembering how to live again, but more of just picking up where he could have left off.

But he should be grateful for being alive, after all, and since he had been left on his own for now, he thinks he should stop by the different temples to at least acknowledge the gods. Ainea is first since she was the one he should support. He also immediately feels closer to her for some reason and he glances around for something he can take.

That's a weird thought. But oh, well. As there isn't anything here that he could literally take besides flowers--okay, he takes some of those and put those in his pocket, then thinks he really should replace them because, wow, consequences for supposedly desecrating a temple even a little bit--he heads out again to another temple. Ohma's, he notices.

And of course, there's a black cat that clearly doesn't want to be there. So. Minato to the rescue and he could keep the cat for himself. A double win.]

I think that's mine.

[And now he proceeds to try and gently pry the cat from the priest. Really, this is completely normal.]

2

[nyakama]

[Though not technically a cat herself, Hummy is able to communicate with normal cats and finding another feline while she's walking the streets pretty much makes her day. She strides up to Morgana on all fours and begins chattering away.]

Wow!! It's so great to see another cat here! Are you familiar with this place? I just showed up, so it's all very new to me. I'd be grateful if you could show me around, nya!

[... Of course, to Morgana, it just sounds like a lot of 'meows'.]

4

[outlining]

That depends. Before I can accept, I need to know a couple of things.

1. What are you?
2. What is your stance about physical contact?

2

[dontcallmebro]

Uh...

[Cloud is a little startled and nervous when he sees a strange cat just rub against him. His experience with cats is them running away from him. Or hissing at him. Or both. However, after a couple of seconds, he realises that this one doesn't seem to be doing that.

In fact, Morgana seems to be behaving the exact opposite of what he would expect. Does this cat……like him?

Hesitantly, he starts to lower his hand, seeing if he can pet him.] Good……kitty?

[Morgana really won’t hiss at him or swipe at him, will he?]

Devon Darconin | OC

[the4united]

A - General Arrival

Devon's mind is spinning as he walks away from the building he'd woken up in to discover everything he'd known was gone. It's an incredibly unsettling feeling on its own, but to walk out and find himself in a large city filled with noises he doesn't know or understand nearly tips him over the edge. There aren't a lot of cities where he's from, and those that do exist are usually avoided. Cities are hard to navigate in, and ones he's never been to before are even harder.

Swallowing hard and forcing himself to keep a completely blank expression to ward off any potential attacks, Devon moves slowly forward. While his ears take in the sounds and determine which direction seems quieter, his other senses are on hyper alert for danger. He heads for the quietest area he can find that isn't too far from where he started.

Apparently he's supposed to "help" these people? Was people the right word? He isn't really sure. They don't sound like people, but he doesn't have a better way to describe them. Why him? He already has a job he's supposed to be doing. A job meant to help his own people, and that job is big enough! The absolute last thing he needs is another one.

He tips his head up and stares blindly at the sky above him, at a total loss.

"Now what?"

His world is gone, and the few friends he had in it are gone too. Once again he's alone. A familiar tightening starts around his chest. Why did it always seem to turn out this way?


B - Prompt II - What did you say to me?

As if coming to a new place hadn't been bad enough, now Devon is picking up on an unexplained oddity that's making him even more confused. There were times when he could understand what the people nearby were saying and other times when it sounded like complete gibberish. At first he hadn't thought much of it. There were a lot of people here - more than he was comfortable with in total honesty - and he could easily be hearing different people.

When he stood still for a while to try and get his bearings - and not panic! Panicking wouldn't do him any good! - he soon determined that his original thought that the different languages were coming from different people was squashed. Devon knows voices. It's how he differentiates one person from another. Even a new voice could be identified individually from the ones around it. So he's sure, absolutely 100% sure, that the same voice that's speaking keeps shifting from understandable to completely unintelligible at no logical moment.

"Maybe I'm going crazy?"

He certainly hopes not...

[polterguide]

((ooc note: bailey is an empath, so let me know if you're not okay with them being able to feel devon's emotions!))

This new place is... Well, strange and overwhelming. Bailey is used to the world being overwhelming, but it was an overwhelming they were able to adapt to, that was familiar, that they lived with for twenty-three years. And it's all just been entirely upended and replaced with a world where gods are claiming that they need help.

What do they expect Bailey to do? Bailey is only one person, they can only do so much... But, still, they want to help, they want to make things better. They're not quite sure they believe in what's going on, but now's not the time to be cynical. They've never liked that feeling.

Devon's question gets their attention, cutting through everything around them even though it's not directed at them. They can't ignore it, though, and they press their lips together before replying. Their voice is soft and androgynous, and they speak like someone trying to soothe. "I don't know that there's much we can do for now besides get our bearings... Though that's easier said than done."

Unfortunately.

[original_is_best]

There were only so many otherworlders, so usually it was possible to spot when someone was new. Fortunately, Verstael saw fit to wear a suit instead of his armor for once, so he was simply dressed in white. On the other hand, when he spoke his voice was deep and strong - quite unlike how his body looked - and he didn't seem to try to quietly introduce himself despite addressed Devon from behind.

"Now you learn to survive."

While it might have sounded threatening he approached... to the side, walking slightly passed him with a confident stride.

"It is fabulous, is it not? An opportunity to learn many things that would otherwise be inaccessible to us."

His gaze drifted back, looking him in the eye. "You are a new otherworlder?"

The question came firmly, more like he was simply confirming a fact he already new rather than really asking.

Hummy | Suite Precure♪

[nyakama]

I - tutti
[Brimming with love and friendship, Hummy would be a shoe-in for Ainea's influence. And as such, there's now a small cat in the center of town curled up on a pile of sheet music and various instruments. Closer inspection reveals a great deal of baked goods as well, stationed around the collection like the outer walls of a great and mighty castle. Did you come across this sight while traveling, or were you perhaps pursuing her after she made off with something of yours?

At any rate, there are some pretty big instruments in here. How did she manage this? Did she get people to help her?? It's all a little bizarre, and honestly, it's getting a little unruly. This is really affecting the comings and goings around the fountain. But...she appears to be asleep. It's kind of adorable. Are you really going to wake her up?]

II - calando
[On Earth, cats don't typically talk. Hummy learned that pretty quickly. She's still really unsure about this world, though. What are the rules here? She's been trying to find out but no one seems to react when she talks! Sometimes they smile and occasionally they pet her, but no one so far has really replied. This is, of course, because to them, her voice just sounds like the vocalizations of your average house cat. To the oblivious Hummy, though, it's quite distressing. Is a talking cat extremely normal here and everyone is just extremely rude, or is there something strange going on? She's tired and confused and worst of all, she's getting hungry. She slumps down against the wall of a local business looking pitiful.]

What am I going to do...nyapupu...


III - cantabile
[While she's still sort of bewildered by this whole situation, Hummy is trying to take the changes in stride. When she heard they were looking for ways to combat homesickness, she leapt at the opportunity. With some help from robots and kindly passersby, she has assembled a little makeshift stage with a smattering of instruments that she may or may not have acquired while hoarding and a microphone stand.] Hummy knows what to do!! Where I'm from, everyone loves music! Music is full of memories and brings people together! I think that singing a song that reminds you of home is a great way to cure homesickness!! [She claps her little paws together with a confident and excited expression.]

What sort of music did you like to listen to? [She's asking anyone who draws near now, almost like a little carnival barker. Her concerns about blending in as a normal cat seem to have all but disappeared.] Let's all sing together, nya! ♪

?? - wildcard, yo
[Hit me up with whatever, man! Let's harmonize!]

III

[jivitadana]

[III because music forever and I just wanted to use this icon with the same keyword!

It looks like someone (something? But thinking of her as an "thing" doesn't quite seem to fit) beat him to this musical display. But he thinks she's doing a better job than he would. Her stage performance is a great way to reveal a little bit of the different worlds out there through a medium that holds a lot of meaning for him.

Plus it really is extremely tempting to steal all those musical instruments. But a conversation first is probably better than outright stealing at this point. But stealing later to hoard for his own? Okay, maybe.

He kneels down to be closer to her level and not to tower over her either since that seems rude, and plus it makes it easier for him to share.]

I listen to this.

[He takes one of the silver headphones that's resting on his chest and holds it out to her if she would like to take it to have a listen. He does make sure it's not too loud since he doesn't want to hurt her ears if they're sensitive.]

yuuji itadori ▸ jujutsu kaisen

[hansha]

[ Please feel free to respond with any formats, I'll match you if you'd like to kick them brackets away! ]

I. BASIC INSTINCTS

[ It's a nice sunny day. You may be just minding your own business on a relaxing stroll, or maybe you're just on your way somewhere. Whatever it is, the bright sunlight above you blinks briefly as a young man jumps down a roof, landing in front of you. ]

I fouund youuuu.

[ With a wide smile, Yuuji raises his arms up, like a Big Bad Guy you've seen in old cartoons, approaching you slowly. It's probably better not to run because then he will run too and this kid runs... quick (read: about 16mps). It might be your earring, it might be your shoes, it might be your car ― it might as well be you that he's after. Nevertheless, be prepared for a whole new world with him! ]

II. WHAT'D YOU SAY TO ME?

Eh? Can you say that again?

[ Animated down to his gestures, Yuuji puts a hand behind his ear as he leans towards you. He's not sure he's hearing you right, but: ]

You ate a sock and now you feel sick? That's bad!! We should get you to the doctor!! Should I smack your back so you can cough it up?!

[ That's not what you said... Anyways, all these are being said to you in complete Japanese. If you can understand him, good. If not, that's all good too. He'll try his very best with body language! That's his forte!! ]

III. GOTTA MAKE MONEY TO SPEND MONEY

III-A: OM NOMS
Hey, you there! I heard that we get to taste test things for free? Is there a buffet around somewhere?

[ That's... not what was said. But his sparkly eyes are looking at you with so much expectation loaded in them. ]

Can you show me the way?!

III-B: UBER MAN, TO YOUR SERVICE!
[ It is yet another one fine day, and you just wanna go about your day, but you may see a young man standing tall atop of one of the houses in the residential area. You can pretend that you saw nothing, but the second after... ]

HELLO!!! ANYONE WANTS TO PAIR UP WITH ME TO DO SOME DELIVERY?! I MOVE FAST, I CAN CARRY HEAVY STUFF, I WON'T BE IN YOUR WAY!!! IF ANYONE WANTS TO, PLEASE YELL BACK!!!

[ Has he considered that this may be a neighbourhood nuisance? Nope. Has he considered using the tablet to communicate this? Also nope. ]

IV. WILDCARD

[ Anything else you have in mind? Hit me! ]

i;

[polterguide]

((heya! bailey is an empath, so just let me know if you're not down for them feeling his emotions!))

What?

[Is probably not the question Bailey should be asking right now - honestly, they shouldn't be asking any questions. They should be trying to get away from this oddly approaching man.]

I... Why were you looking for me?

[Spare them from themself.]

pyre | original character

[flameandash]

arrival;
[This is not the first time Pyre's woken up somewhere with no idea of how they actually got there - though, the good news is that this time they actually have their memories of what came before this mysterious journey and, you know.

They're not waking up covered in soot on a pyre.

There doesn't seem to be all that much different about them, to be honest, which means whatever it is what happened isn't related to what happened before, so, sure, they'll play along.]

Hey... [They look over at you, a furrow to their brow.] Do you... Do you think this place is safe?

[Or are the robots trying to kill them, is what they plan to say if they're questioned on it.]

basic instincts;
[It's more like a faint tickle than an annoying itch, which...is still not that pleasant. Pyre finds themself more irritable than usual, which is in itself irritating. They're just trying to live their life, man, and trying to get as much money as possible so they can live a comfortable life and enjoy things as much as they can.

But people just keep...just keep taking all their stuff! And being in their space! Don't people get that this is theirs? They grit their teeth, fuming, before they snap.]

Hey! This isn't yours, so back off!

[Whether it's a shiny trinket at the market, a yard, whatever it is - it is clearly not yours.]

entertainment;

I've got a proposition for you!

[They approach with a grin, a canvas tucked under their arm and a paintbrush behind their ear. They very much are presenting themself as an artist, it seems.]

There's new paints to test, and... Well! I need a subject. And you... You're beautiful!

[Flattery always wins, right?]

wildcard;
[feel free to throw whatever you want at me!]

entertainment

[hansha]

(Hi! Yuuji here isn't very aware of non-binary gender identities, so he might refer to Pyre wrongly at first, but if you'd like to handwave that and make it that he addresses them correctly right off bat, please let me know!!)

Beautiful...

[ Yuuji rubs his chin and thinks about it for a moment. Wow, he's never even had people tell him he looked cool or something along those lines. 'Beautiful', now? It...

It must be a mistake! ]

Nonono, you're talking about me, right? [ He points at himself, then looks around him. This will be really embarrassing if it wasn't directed to him... ] You probably should get your eyes checked!

[ If it was about his muscles then it might make some sense? Then again all that can be seen would be his arm muscles. Unless...

!!! An esper...?! ]

Della Duck | Ducktales 2017

[spearitedaway]

1. Basic Insticts

[You might be going about your day. You might be doing something important.

Then out of nowhere this three foot tall duck just leaps and grabs on to you, probably on your back or wherever is easiest and most convenient, and is nuzzling up against you. Della, being a reluctant follower of Ohma, has this insane urge to claim whatever she has even an inkling of a likeness for, and that includes these people (once she got over the initial freak out from the flesh-faced monsters, at least).

One might have a hard time getting her off, because she's pretty nimble. But hey, at least she's pretty light!]

Hey, best friend! Glad to see ya!


2. What'd you say to me?

[It's just a normal, every day conversation that Della's having, but then right in the middle it just... goes absolutely bonkers? She knows a few languages herself, and this doesn't sound like any of it. She goes wide-eyed for a moment, her smile frozen on her face, before she waves her hands and shakes her head.]

I'm sorry, I don't - Say what now?

[She speaks English herself, but that could sound completely different to someone else.]


3. Gimme all your heckin MONEY

[Despite Disney having her wear the same outfit all the time, Della can't feasibly do that here. And all the clothes she finds that are tailored to off-worlders are for the human ones, so she'll have to pay big to get some made for a duck like her.

While she's interested in dramatic story-telling, because she's pretty good at that, she's very excited to try coming up with a new recipe! That's sure to rack in a lot of dough, right?

Except Della's terrible at cooking. There's smoke everywhere. Everything is on fire. Oh god someone do something.

And she's in the middle of it all, pulling the pan out of the oven with a smile while humming a pleasant tune. For all the chaos around her, the dish she comes up with doesn't look all that bad! If a bit lop-sided and dripping off to one side.]

Ah ha! Look what I made! [Her tail feathers give a little, happy wag as she shuts her eyes with a grin.] Best mother eeeever, [She says in a little sing-song voice.

She holds it out, looking still oh so proud.]

Check out the newest Della-cacy: a banana-peanut butter cake!

[If you're brave enough for a taste test, it's... not too bad? Just way too sugary, and the texture is way off. But maybe with some guidance...!]


4. Wildcard

]Come at me!]

2

[outlining]

[ He blinks. He's sure that he just asked the other person where he could get food besides the replicator, but-- English? ]

Can you... understand?

[ His English is subpar, but chances are the magic is rearranging his sentences. ]

Giyu Tomioka || Kimetsu no Yaiba / Demon Slayer

[notdisliked]

1. Basic Instincts
[Amid all the culture shock (metal people, tiny cameras, dozens and dozens of the smallest telephones in the world, it's crazy out here), something else has been bothering Giyu since his arrival. He can't quite put his finger on it, but it's there, and it's annoying. He does his best to figure it out on his own, but watching everyone fight over whose bench is whose or stealing shiny rocks from each other or whatever invokes a very natural response from him, even without Rawna's influence: He really just wants to Leave.

Since he can't vault over the walls without getting into some serious trouble, he does the next best thing and starts scaling the nearest vertical surface he can find. My, but that is a nice sword sheath at his waist... It would be a shame if someone tried to steal it. Or maybe your character is already perched at the top of whatever building it is that Giyu is trying to climb. Maybe he's already sitting in a tree and he spots you trying to climb up, in which case:]

Go away.

2. What'd You Say To Me?
[Even on his best days, Giyu isn't exactly known for his communication skills. He's a man of few words, and he really (accidentally) makes misconstruing his intentions a sport. So... In a way, he's used to people making faces at him when he speaks. But, like, the whole time? That's weird. Especially when he works up the enthusiasm to ask where the library is... What a shame.]

...What? Are directions funny to you?

3. Gotta Make Money to Spend Money: Business District
[When... When they say "crash course," they usually don't mean it. But somehow he does it. Giyu's first (and last, if he has anything to say about it) venture into the world of Havenwell's brand new three-wheeled scooters has just abruptly ended after hitting a bump and sending the scooter flying with him still on it. It probably gave the instructor and any witnesses a good laugh, though. That's, uh... Good, right?

So! Someone else is driving! Or he's delivering this junk on foot! He offers a polite bow to his delivery partner, but his curt manner of speech... Leaves something to be desired.]

You'd better pull your weight.

4. ????
[Or if there's something else you'd like to do, hit me up!]

https://images.plurk.com/7wsrinXn1o5SpNFI7H8FKu.png // 1

[scentsitivity]

[ Do you really think the second time would deter him? Nope, the smell of damp rivers and spicy wood that was unique to his senior (not to mention friend!) just makes him extend his hand out to Giyuu. ]

Giyuu-san! Come with me.

Minato Arisato | Persona 3

[jivitadana]

▫ I - Arrival ▫

[The sun feels so warm. It reminds Minato of the warm spring day back at home before he left it and ended up here. The bright, white, and pristine buildings and cityscape also reminds him of where he came from. He could get used to this, even if he doesn't know when he'll be headed back home again.

But this physical contact requirement. Minato doesn't mind it, but where to start? He had to make a connection somehow, right? That's what he had learned. It was his turn to do so, this time first, after all.

He holds his hand out to you if you're passing by!]

... Can you help show me around? And help me check if I'm real?

▫ II - Gotta Make Money to Spend Money ▫

[Given that his choices at the local museum, Minato picked up the synthetic paints. He wasn't much of an artist, but he could do something with these, he thought. After having wandered through the city and stealing various cloaks and sashes from the robots (sorry, robots! at least the hoarding earlier came in handy!), along with stealing a couple of cups from a restaurant and sewing supplies from a tailor's shop, he ends up at the fountain.

The paint is limited, so he scoops some of the water from the fountain (sorry again, public property!) and dilutes some of that paint a bit. He flicks some of the color or spreads the paint in various patterns on the fabrics he has on the ground, or twists the cloth and essentially dyes sections of it that way, then sets about making knot bags of sorts.

Please feel free to take one! But there will be a couple he'll save because he's looking to get paid, of course.]

Oh. Sorry about that.

[Does he accidentally splash paint your way, getting it on your clothes? Or is he in your way in general since he's a public space taking up room?]

▫ III - Wildcard ▫

[Feel free to have at it if you have another idea! PMs totally welcome, too. Thanks!]

I

[necromanswers]

[He might find it harder to consider this real if he's fussed about unusual species- the one he happens to catch the attention of has pointed elven ears which angle upwards as her brow quirks the same direction. She looks down at the offered hand, thinking a moment before she accepts it. He's lucky she's been here long enough to be used to this, or she'd just casually refuse.]

You got problems deducing fantasy from reality, my dude? Because that sounds like a doozie.

Muichiro Tokito | Kimetsu No Yaiba

[kaun]

a. arrival...?

[ While it would appear he wasn't giving the robot his full attention as his eyes seemed fixed upon a spot on the wall, Muichiro picked up on every word said. While what it said seemed clear enough upon taking the communicator he looks at it only for as long as it held his interest, then it was promptly put away as he was left to explore the city on his own.

The first thing he does is find his way to the city gates. While he took his time to take it all in, the guards stationed there didn't seemed to mind his presence only giving him a short warning of what was out there. It's when he tries to get through that that they were keen on keeping him within the walls of the city. He only made a half-hearted attempt to get through the gates. What he does next is follow the wall, away from prying eyes to try to make his way over it but this isn't being made easy as it seems there were guards around here too.

stop him?

— or —

His repeated attempts to leave have quickly led him to become a fourteen year old delinquent. He's sitting within his jail cell seemingly unperturbed by this turn events. ]

b. basic instincts.

[ While he has done his best not to get dragged into any of the chaos around him, he can only stay out of it for so long. There's a feeling. It's odd. It's unknown and it's slowly but surely becoming rather concerning. While he doesn't give in to any urges, as he isn't going to stoop down to anything ridiculous, he is young, still small and he has a nice shiny weapon that can attract just about anyone that thinks they can overpower him for it...

When that does come to pass the poor unfortunate soul would find that he can in fact defend himself quite well, and he's not so forgiving that someone would try to take something from him. ]

c. what'd you say to me?

[ His expression is hard to read at first. He doesn't utter a single word but he allows the person before him to continue to chatter away as if he could pick up what was being said. There's a clue in his face as his expression slowly but surely is souring as he is losing patience. Nothing he was hearing was making any sense. And finally he cuts them off. ]

I don't understand.

d. gotta make money to spend money

[ Being quick on his feet got him some attention within the business district although this time the look of complete disinterest in the job being offered was telling. He didn't want to be a part of this but it was being insisted upon. It takes him a moment to consider his options before he ends up agreeing on making some of the deliveries. Some because after a few rounds of helping someone as it was insisted that two people needed to do, he made the executive decision that he doesn't really care to continue. He hops off the scooter and then Muichiro finds himself a nice bench to sit at where he could watch the people walk by.

Of course his partner wasn't having any of that. They wheeled around and started berating the boy, that would get him to stand. A hand on his sword, harsh words and the promise of violence got them to leave. Although after that he wonders if he made the right choice... ]

e. wildcard

[ feel free to throw whatever you like. ]

D

[outlining]

[ One of the people passing by in question saw the incident unfolding before his eyes. This kid couldn't be any older than he is, but he's carrying a sword and just had threaten someone with violence.

On normal circumstances, Megumi would just immediately hit the other teen's head, but considering he hasn't fully figured out the rules of this city he couldn't afford unto violence with violence. He walks up to the bench with a hint of annoyance in his eyes. ]

Do you have any idea what you've just done?

Cloud Strife | Final Fantasy VII Remake

[dontcallmebro]

[OOC: Going to avoid Remake spoilers in the top post and replies to other people's prompts but let me know if you're ok or not ok with them and I will accommodate!]

Arrival

[Seriously? Is this place for real? He was brought from his own world just so he could help restore this one by.....hugging? Well, not necessarily hugging but, well, all sorts of physical contact. Which is just really weird. He's on a really important mission at home and now he's stuck here.

He has to get out. Somehow. He has no idea how to get back to his world and Midgar specifically. He's got to figure that out somehow. Maybe leave the city? There are guards there though...

He stands a good way away from the gate, thinking out loud and believing he is out of earshot.]

These robots used to be people, right? What would happen if I tried to knock those guards out and make a break for it?


Research District

[How the hell he let himself get into this, Cloud doesn't know. He's an ex-SOLDIER, not some cook. Well, he's never cooked in his life. And yet somehow a friend he's made in Havenswell (possibly you) has managed to drag him to this taste testing thing. And well, he admits to himself that it could be fun.....maybe? Hopefully nobody else he knows comes by because otherwise he's not sure how he's going to explain this one.

And so he's here, standing in front of a bunch of meat and vegetables he just randomly picked and placed on the table. He crosses his arms and puts on an air of professionalism and confidence.]

Just chop them all up, throw them in the pot and leave them- Can't be that hard.

[Or at least he TRIES to give off an air of professionalism and confidence. Someone might catch a glimpse of uncertainty and nervousness in his eyes.

He really doesn't know what to do here.]

Business

[Well, it's not fighting but Cloud quickly learnt back home that taking all sorts of jobs, even if the pay is terrible, would help build a reputation and enable him to be hired more. There is no reason he cannot do the same here.

But before he puts his own box on the scooter, he sees that someone else (you) seems to be carrying a particularly large and heavy box. Fine, he can deal with his delivery in a second. He leaves it for the moment.] Looks like you need a hand. [And he either grabs a hand on your box to help steady it or goes to the other side to help push it.]

All right. Where to?

Wildcard

[Feel free to make your own prompt or PM this journal!]

I'm so sorry. Also FFXV spoilers

[original_is_best]

You would likely perish, traversing too deep into the toxins and falling ill before realizing your mistake and lacking the energy to make it back. Though I presume that the city may have rescue squads.

[This news brought to him by a scientist currently in a nice white suit, with a voice too deep for his figure and the ability to weave such a tale without a hint of pity. Though he did warn Cloud, didn't he?

However, his expression changed to one of slight surprise when he got a better look. The hair, the size, the overall features... He'd read his future notes and he knew that after he began cloning himself he also made modifications to them. Prompto was one of those, and having met the boy it was clear they were clones but he wasn't certain if he was really impressed with Prompto.

But here. This man certainly had the looks, and he seemed much stronger. Was he a later version of his clones? One that had been more perfected?

Knitting his brows, slightly perplexed, he asked in a slightly softer and more curious way.]

...You are from Niflheim?

[OOC: I've waited forever to make this mistake because of SE and their lookalike characters and reworked plot points.]

Nyx Ulric | Final Fantasy XV: Kingsglaive

[nyxly]

[ Dust, ash, and the fading embers of magic: it was that into which he had faded, just as the glorious dawn caressed his sundered flesh for the final time. The light had been just gentle enough to ease the pain of the burns. Not the worst way to go, he had said. Not when the sky appeared as brilliant as that... It was worth it, for the dawn. He has no regrets. ]

Arrival
[ He awakens with nothing but the half-charred clothes on his back, one sleeve completely missing, and a dropship's worth of confusion, the latter of which is partly assuaged by a few pointed questions and subsequent answers delivered by the clergy of the temple. Stepping out into the city, he embarks on acquainting himself further with this alien world known as Aellyn. There's no reason to ask why or how he's back. He is here, alive. That is enough for now.

Find him searching near the city center, out and about looking into repair shops or clothing stores, or browsing places to live. His expression is neither grim nor dazed. He's purposeful, ever-following his next course of action. Currently, it's a checklist based on a hierarchy of needs. Lists are easy to cling to, after all. Find shelter. Forage food, water, currency. Seek allies, or make them. Gather information.

Then... protect this world too, he supposes. ]

Entertainment District
[ After finding himself something more casual to wear, on a whim he heads to the entertainment district, hoping to find himself a distraction from the shock of everything. He only gets so far until the vendor offers him synthetic clay and asks him to try construct something.

Maybe you're here too, and it's over to your work that he looks. Maybe you even catch him looking (he's not copying, honest!), and he offers a small shrug, his hands helpless as he holds the clay. Outside of combat, there's not an ounce of inherent creativity in this man's body. ] Any ideas?

Wildcard
[ You know the drill. ]

arrival

[carbungle]

[Noctis is also shopping! Or pretending to, anyway. He's mostly browsing for some inspiration on what to bring home for someone or something. He's in the middle of examining the outside of a shop trying to decide whether or not to head in when he catches sight of an oddly familiar emblem on a man through the window on the other side. Is that... a Kingsglaive uniform? No way.

Unable to shake off the suspicion, he quickly heads in, looking for the man to confirm if it was the real deal or not.]

Satoru Gojo | Jujutsu Kaisen

[notkakashi]

[ 1. Arrival ]

[ Considering how the world he comes from have so-called "magical" dimensions, Satoru isn't completely surprised when he suddenly finds himself in this strange world. He did however think he was under attack by an enemy for a second, until the robots explained the situation. Interesting.

After he's received the brief orientation, Satoru's out wandering around, messing around with the tablet communicator in one hand as he goes around to get accustomed to the city. His powers aren't working right, so he's got to walk around like a normal human being and it sucks.

But when he finds a non-robotish person, Satoru will immediately change his direction to walking up to you with a hand raised and a smile ]

Hey there!

[ Doesn't matter if he doesn't know you, he'll throw an arm over your shoulders if you're tall enough, or at least a head-pat if you're too short for his height of 6 feet to reach your shoulders without bending down.

Hey, he's been told contact needs to happen to save this world, and he'd prefer if he's able to go back to his home world as soon as possible. ]

You busy right now?


[ 2. What'd you say to me? ]

[ Satoru's from modern era Japan. He's probably got knowledge of English at the least, but he quickly realizes that it's moot point when communicators seem to go crazy and turn other off-worlders' words into gibberish.

All he'll do is start laughing at the effect before gesturing with a tilt of his head and shrugging. ]


[ 3. Research Towers ]

[ Satoru's got a massive sweet tooth. He's also tried the replicators' pre-prepared sweets and immediately got grossed out. So now he's at the research tower to help with the innovation.

The problem was that he was a little too lazy to take down notes. Or do much work at all. ]

Yo! Do you wanna partner up with me? I got some ideas for some sweets, but these guys are saying I gotta buddy up to come up with recipes.


[ Or Wildcard! ]

[ Want to mix and match? Or prompts? Let me know via PM! ]

1 notthatsasuke

[gatescostmoney]

[ Enjoy that brief contact because someone is poofing into shadow a second later. When Sasuke emerges again, he's frowning. ]

I'm sorry; you need to ask someone else. I'm needed somewhere else.

daenerys targaryen ; game of thrones

[lemontree]

001. i mean, was there really another option for her god of choice

[ "I am the blood of the dragon" has never felt so true as in these most recent days. Gradually, the young Targaryen finds herself facing something she isn't used to: a feeling of intense possessiveness that coaxes out a scowl on her delicate features more often than not. Though Dany tries to internalize, to reason through it, there's no denying the strange, almost territorial nature that prickles at the pit of her stomach. ]

What is the cause of this...? [ She mutters, irritated, as she massages her temples. Some sickness, to be sure, and one she doesn't remember ever having dealt with previously. At least the view is nice, she thinks, from where she sits at the fountain's edge. A hand idly dips into its waters as she sighs, frustrated by her inability to control her own emotions, and wary at these invasive thoughts existing within her in the first place.

Dany sits there for a long while, eyes narrowed in concentration as she stares at a fixed point on the ground. Anyone who approaches will receive a sharp look, one of mingled suspicion and curiosity, as if hoping they might hold the answers...or else, that they could be the reason for the change... ]



002. this is what you get for neglecting duolingo

Excuse me?

[ Well, that's odd. The dragon queen frowns pointedly at the person opposite, with whom she'd just been chatting. But...mid-sentence, her conversation partner had switched to what she assumes is their native tongue, leaving her lost midway through. Of course, this is all inherently strange, considering that there is some power at work, supposedly, to prevent this sort of thing from happening.

It only reinforces her general distrust of magic, and her mouth becomes a thin, unhappy line. ]

Try it again? Our overseers' abilities seem to be...temperamental.

[ Hopefully they get it under control soon, though; Dany doesn't have a lot of patience for being at the mercy of gods' whims. ]



003. choose your own adventure!

( feel free to hit me up with any plot or prompt you'd like! )

Legolas | LotR (book!verse)

[verdantprince]

.ARRIVAL.

[There's suddenly a very pretty, and tall, man exiting one of the temples. He seems baffled to say the least but the explanation (and a long lesson in how to work the communicator and other technologies) have him at least capable of functioning in the city.

And with the war over in Middle Earth, his only fuss is that he isn't with his friends or going home.

So why not lend his bow, and his ability to hug and hold people, to another world and people that need it? So long as he can eventually return home, he's not at a terrible loss.]

.III.

[Legolas has absolutely NO PROBLEM with helping with literally any task.

Stories about home? Oh, he has plenty of those. Would you like to hear about how the Sun and Moon were created? That was his favorite when he was an elfling. Or maybe about the War of Men and Elves? Oh! He could tell you about Hobbits, or how he held his best friends father prisoner like fifty years ago!

And elves are just great at entertaining people. Singing is a favorite, so he might sing some elvish songs. Hope Tra La Lally doesn't annoy you. There's plenty of other songs too, don't worry.

It's all from home, so it counts, right?

And heavy lifting? Count him in! He's an elf, and a silvan to boot! He grew up in a forest that was being aggressively invaded by evil his entire life. And he was the kings son, he dedicated himself to training and defending his king and their kingdom.

Uh. Don't ask him to drive though. He would probably put the 'crash' in 'crash course'.]

.NETWORK.

Good morning, Havenwell!

[Oh God, what time is it?

A glance behind him shows that the sun is just barely rising. Where even is he? Is that a tree in the botanical gardens?? How did he get into that tree??]

I fear we may not have met yet!

Hail and well met, friends, I am Legolas of the Woodland Realm. I am recently arrived and find myself in need of companions. It seems this world doesn't take coin from Middle Earth and I would be well glad to earn enough to ensure that my companions, should the gods here deem it necessary, are comfortable if they arrive.