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TDM 003


TEST DRIVE MEME 003 ❀
CONTENT WARNINGS: potential character nudity, violence, trypophobia (images) as well as light mentions of gore.

Please note: FOR THE FIRST 24 HOURS AFTER 'HATCHING', CHARACTERS WILL FEEL WEAK AND ANY POWERS THEY HAVE WILL NOT WORK.

Test drive meme threads can be considered game canon for players who are later accepted and wish to keep their CR. The Quago prompt will be a TDM-exclusive, though existing players are welcome to use it in the game itself and players are free to use it as canon, but it will not be repeated as part of the hatching. The other prompts that you see here will also appear on our first game log. There will, of course, be more going on that week.

Please reserve questions about altering or meaningfully investigating the setting for the first log of the game, where we will have a Mod Questions thread at the top of the log. That thread will not be present on this test drive meme.

❀ HATCHING


This time, the Adamant's survivors are ready. When the Hatchlings arrive, they are no longer held at gunpoint or the tip of a spear. They are helped up, taken to the showers, given time to clean themselves.

They are still quarantined for a few days — albeit in a more comfortable setting. An area of the Theatre has been set up with emergency bunking and privacy screens. Each bunk has a small bundle of amenities on it — a change of clothing (that may be too big or too small, too fine or too plain, feel free to swap!) and what precious else can be spared, including a small tube of protein paste. Given that the theater doubles as a childcare center for the basecamp, your character may find that any toddler-aged children will stare hungrily at these tubes!

Ensign Ashley Porter flits about this emergency station at all hours, chatting amicably at people. Explaining the situation. He's reasonably certain it's his fault — the entire 'hatching' process seemed to start after he tripped one day and fell into the Central Chrysalis. This disturbance must have triggered the process of pulling in people from other universes. He's terribly sorry and will say he understands if people want to be angry at him or hate him for it. He also makes mention of the fact that some people have found personal items if they return to the Chrysalis — in eggs, like the ones they woke up in.

The Hatchlings are given a few days to acclimate, and then they are expected to contribute to the duties around camp. The day-to-day life in Basecamp Leviathan is not glamorous. Repairs are always needing to be done, food is always needing to be made, dishes always needing to be washed. Anyone with specialized skills will probably be snapped up by a division before too long!

A few notes:
☆ Your character will at some point be pulled aside and asked about where they're from, what year, any personal information they wish to share, etc. This is no longer described as an 'interrogation' as with the first set of Hatchlings. It's now more of a chat. Captain Childe has deferred this duty to her various underlings, and she will likely not make an appearance here unless a Hatchling says or does something very interesting or meaningful.

☆ The NPCs will be as forthcoming about how the Hatchlings have arrived and what they know about the Chrysalis as possible. Unfortunately to both, the answer is 'not much'. They will still try to be transparent about this.

❀ EXPLORE THE BASECAMP

The Engineering Corps is always looking for new members who can contribute to some of its long term infrastructure solutions. The head of this department, Thorkil, is a large man with a booming voice who brews moonshine on the side and is the sort of bright, cheerful soul that can light up a room when he enters it. He is friendly with all the Hatchlings unless given a reason to be otherwise, and he is also very patient, gentle and understanding. If your character has demonstrated engineering skills of any coat or color (mechanical? electrical? outdated by hundreds of years? more advanced by a millennium?) please expect that Thorkil will ask if they'd be willing to help out!

The Security Division is headed up by a rather unpleasant man named Rémi. He neither wants nor, in his opinion, needs the help of the Hatchlings, but he's perfectly willing to let them risk their lives instead of the lives of his people where leaving the basecamp is concerned. Little wonder, most of his division has been chewed up and spit out by the harsh conditions on Ethyraia — can one blame him for being a little protective? If anyone asks about helping here, he's going to respond scornfully and dismissively. However, some of the Hatchlings have earned enough of his goodwill that he will consider, consider letting people have a weapon from Security's stores if they're leaving the Basecamp. (Carrying of non-Hatchling weapons is forbidden within the basecamp itself, so please be mindful!)

The Theatre is another venue that one could help out with — there are stories to be told! The current production is a classic, She Kills Monsters by Qui Nguyen. However, after performing this for the thessyx at the talent show, the theater department is moving onto their next show — Procyonate, for which there are many props to build. As the only truly fortified building in the Basecamp, the theatre doubles as a place to care for children (most of the 'young' survivors are between 13-19 now, but babies have been born to the survivors since their crash-landing!) there is also a need for anyone who excels with toddler care. They are also looking for anyone who can sing, write music, or play instruments. Such people will be hastily recruited and put to work!

The Aid Station is being run by a very harried woman named Sunya Hyacinth, who fits the description of 'overworked and underpaid' to a T. She doesn't have time to reach out to any recruits, but if you wander into the Aid Station you might find yourself being put to work. Just be careful — if she decides you have higher accreditation than she does, she might just decide to dump her practice on your lap for a week so she can go take a vacation! Standard injuries you may see include acid burns, broken bones, and bad cuts and gashes out of the engineering department who's hard at work repairing the sink holes around the base. Some of the 'ill' being treated will also have psychological effects. PTSD is common, and there are no officially 'trained' counsellors, just people who try to listen and help.

The Sanitation Department handles a lot of the day-to-day cleaning that involves sewage, garbage, et al. After all, it's a dirty job, but someone has to do it! Not only will they take just about anyone, but if they warm up to you they'll let you in on a little secret... they've totally started an underground green house where they're growing some interesting plants...

(pot, it's pot).

The Communications Department is headed up by the AI Cartagena, and helps with disseminating useful information to the population, as well as managing the intranet and its infrastructure. Cartagena will be quick to point out (cheerfully) that they don't get days off and would love for someone else to make announcements once in a while! A small group of the communications department is also hard at work on a distress signal, persevering in the belief that someone will come looking for the wayward Adamant.

The Agriculture department could always use a few new green thumbs around their little hydroponic garden units, and of course the Mess Hall is in dire need of someone who can make ten pounds of questionable protein paste taste palpable...

Otherwise, the daily grind in Ethyraia seems to be fairly... well, grind-y. People wake early to manage their chores in the early hours, everyone breaks during the hot hours of the afternoon to nap or lounge around, sometimes they take in the daily movie at the Theatre, and then it's back to work for the afternoon shift. People generally work from 7 AM to 11 AM, and then have between 11 AM and 3 PM 'off' (with the exception of anyone on KP duty) and then work again until 11 PM. Exceptions are: each person's designated 'days off', or recovery time from injuries/etc. Ideally, the Adamant's survivors will work 4 days and has 3 off in a week, but oftentimes this is cancelled due to need.

While it's not mandatory that the Hatchlings work, those that don't 'pull their weight' so to speak will find themselves being increasingly shunned by the community, and the quality of their rations and their overall care will decrease. There isn't enough to go around on the best days, much less when someone isn't contributing at all!

What goes on at the base for me to engage with?:
You are free to invent NPCs to have (minor) antagonistic clashes with, or who can flag down your character to assist with something, or who you can have to help 'rescue' on a mission outside the Leviathan. We want to give players as much freedom as we can within the structure of the game, and we would rather people not feel limited.

What else can I do?:
There is no one keeping your character physically at the Basecamp! If they would like to leave and go exploring on their own, that is perfectly welcome. For the sake of the TDM, we would ask that anyone choosing this option refrain from asking us any in-depth questions — we will happily collaborate with people once they're in the game.

A few additional notes:
☆ If your character leaves the basecamp and wanders outside the Leviathan, they may begin to notice that what they perhaps took as a giant cave is actually an enormous dragon. Everything they see that seems 'human made' will look varying levels of worn down, patched, repaired and patched again. This is not a place of prosperity and happiness. Many people are recently injured, or have new scars or missing limbs.

☆ While mods will not be facilitating exploration beyond the basecamp at this time, characters are welcome to take on any number of missions, such as rescuing civilians, gathering supplies or travelling to the furthest 'mapped out' areas to try and chart the lands. If you would like to use any of these prompts or can think of anything else you'd like to do, feel free! If you app into the game and would like to use any of these threads as 'canon', please just let us know so we can include or incorporate any details into our overall worldbuilding! (Or work with you to tweak some details to suit!)

☆ If you think your character wouldn't be interested in helping or pitching in, that's fine! However, please be aware of the consequences that will follow — a decrease in NPC esteem, support, etc. The NPCs understand that the Hatchlings didn't ask to be here, but they simply do not have the resources or manpower to accommodate for anyone who doesn't want to work or assist in engaging with local infrastructure. Your character will not be ICly ousted from the basecamp, but they will experience a poorer quality of food and little social engagement from the NPCs. Even Captain Childe picks up a trenching tool with the best of them!

❀ THE QUAGO

One day, a patrol team brings back a small potted plant in a containment jar. It seems rather innocuous at first, and one of the more science-minded survivors sets it aside to study it. Unfortunately for the intrepid habitants of the Basecamp Leviathan, this was the equivalent of cradle robbing! This plant is the young form of a creature known as a Quago, which is a large, semi-sentient creature with myriad tendrils and no fixed roots. It's something of a flora/fauna hybrid, and it's here for its baby!

This creature releases spores into Basecamp that, for the most part, will put people to sleep. However, some people have... different reactions. It can also cause: hallucinations, itchy rashes, feelings of thirst, lightheadedness and, perhaps counter-intuitively, insomnia. The hallucinations can range from 'acid trip' to 'that dream I once had about riding Falcor'. Not everyone will be affected — some people might have natural immunity from this strange creature.

Concern around the basecamp run high: are the conditions caused by something in the food? Is this a new Ethyraia-native illness? None of those infected seem to improve on their own. The Agricultural department is particularly on high alert until, after two days, someone notices that those that are affected can be roused by... chocolate?

Vidar and Cal Kestis, in the month prior, found a box of rare rations aboard the wreck of the Adamant. They brought this box back and opted to share it among the Survivors, and one of the items happened to be hot chocolate powder. A little sprinkle of it under the tongue of anyone sleeping, hallucinating or otherwise experiencing symptoms of the spores will find themselves returned to normalcy in a handful of minutes.

(They could also drink hot chocolate, but where's the fun in that?)

The Quago will come into the basecamp, steal its plant child and flee back to nature. It will not harm or attack anyone, but the effects of its spores will linger for one week. Those sleeping will seem almost to be in a state of suspended animation, and do not need to be tended.

Can my character fight the Quaggo? How big is it? What does it look like?
Your character will likely not notice the Quaggo unless they are one of the very rare people immune to its effects. It is not hostile or violent, and killing it will not cure the symptoms of those affected. Could you kill it? Yes, but then you'd have to live with the guilt!

It is approximately the size of a VW minibus (minibus for scale!) though perhaps a little taller. It is mostly a tangled nimbus of vines and bracken around a central 'nucleus'. Imagine a giant, sci-fi tumbleweed with a disturbing amount of sentience.

Can my character experience more than one effect of it throughout these three days?
Yes! You are free to mix and match the symptoms as you desire. Feel free to be creative! Your character could be an itchy insomniac, or hallucinate Spongebob LARP while being very thirsty... or any other combo you can imagine!

FETCH QUEST

Once characters realize that it's chocolate that makes the difference, a singular prospect looms. There is nothing native to Ethyraia that produces chocolate — so the only hope is to travel back to the Adamant and search through its wreckage for another such box.

Luckily, Cal and Vidar have already done a great deal of work! They've cleared a previously blocked-off area of the wreck, and the route to an old storage area of the Adamant is now traversable. Any character cogent enough or immune to the spores will be able to make the trip. However, given the scorching heat and the intermittent acid rain, we would ask that a 'baseline' character (ie: someone without super speed or a vehicle/pet of some sort they arrived with from home) take roughly 2-3 days to make this round trip.

There's a possibility there could be more luxury items such as chocolate undisturbed in the Adamant for the past three years. For those who make the trip, feel free to find one small luxury item that your character can hold onto in addition to the other goods they bring back for the basecamp as a whole.

The wreckage of the Adamant is empty and overgrown. Most of the bodies have been moved out of the crash in the interest of burying them properly, but there are some that were caught in areas that were simply unreachable or unstable, so the ship is rank with death. Any of the plants listed in our herbiary may be found inside the wreckage, and players may engage with any of their myriad effects (or, if you're an existing player, feel free to add more!). There is no internal power to the Adamant, so even the emergency lighting on the floors will be out.

Can my character make a side-trip while at the Adamant crash site?
At this time we will not be facilitating further in-depth exploration prompts of the Adamant.


❀ NETWORK

Oh! Look! There are more of you.

YOU may refer to
(1) Hatchlings;
(2) Children of the Leviathan,
depending on your cultural and religious background.

Hello and welcome! My name is Cartagena. As you will be responsible for one another's, and the former crew and passengers of the Adamant's, survival, it is in our best interests to get to know one another.

I have prepared some questions:

If you could be anywhere else right now, where would you go, what would you bring with you, and why?



Oh. Oh dear. That one isn't really ideal, is it? Just a moment. I will find a better one.

If you won the lottery*, what would you do with the money?

*LOTTERY may refer to a means of raising money by selling numbered tickets and giving prizes to the holders of numbers drawn at random.


A few notes:
☆ Characters may choose their own network usernames.


spacedicks: (pic#13447297)

luke saenz | original

[personal profile] spacedicks 2021-07-25 05:24 pm (UTC)(link)
the quago; cw: drugs

Why’d you wake me?

[ luke grumbles, lifting his head from the desk in the agriculture lab, a sheet of paper stuck to his cheek. Gardening isn’t his chief skill, but after seeing the weed selection, luke’s devoted himself to building a more efficient hydroponics rig for the modest growers. That’d be the schematics he’s working on currently adhered to his cheek with a bit of drool. Nice nap, bud? ]

Haven’t slept that good since before the space dicks touched down. You remember Churros? [ the doughy, cinnamon-sugar sticks, you know the ones. ] That kinda good.

[ some of the few things that make luke miss society - churros vendors. Alas. blinking away the sleep and dreams of cinnamon-sugary goodness, he snatches the sheet from his face, and glances around the lab, noticing something missing - his latest conversation partner. ]

Where’s Tentacle Baby? [ the little potted thing Tentacle Mama just stealthed away with, using that lullaby Luke woke from a second ago. Missing small and seemingly defenseless things is one of the prime sources of Luke's typical alarm and anxiety. He half lifts, half falls from his desk to sleepily stumble around, searching for his little plant bro. ]

Octoplant? Audrey III?

fetch quest/adamant

[ while helping people is a great motivator, it wasn’t the chief draw that had Luke jumping to volunteer for the Adamant choco-retrieval team. He’s only heard vague mentions of this crashed spaceship, and his engineering obsessed mind is keen to get a closer look.

When they finally reach the ship after days of trekking through acid rain and heat, luke’s frozen just outside of it, eyes scanning up and up and up, a chill creeping along his spine. The monolith is a cold reminder of the last massive space-faring ship he stared up at, while the city around him crumbled to apocalyptic ruin.

It takes a nudge to his side to get him blinking back to reality, giving his travel companion a blank, distant, thousand-mile stare. ]


Sorry. Déjà vu.

[ his throat bobs, swallowing dryly, but luke trudges ahead, determined despite the deep unease carving through him. ]

We know what kind of packaging we’re looking for?Are we digging for some dude’s Snickers stash, or a sheet of magic brownies in a minifridge?

the network; un: potatocannonsLLC

> If you won the lottery*, what would you do with the money?

fill a kiddie pool with cash
roll around naked in it
use $100 bills for rolling paper
capitalism is dead, currency is meaningless
all hail our new gods, PVC and duct tape


wildcard;

[ hit me with whatever sounds fun, or shoot me a pp at [plurk.com profile] wuzzafuzzle to plot! ]
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azula | avatar: the last airbender

[personal profile] firelords 2021-07-25 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)

one 🔥 freshly hatched

all things considered, azula has wasted no time to make it perfectly clear that she is not exactly pleasant to bunk with. her fury seems to have reached its peak in her first post-hatching encounter with ashley porter, who had found his poor, apologetic self under heavy, if currently merely metaphorical fire. that discovery is rather what mellowed her out just a little: with her bending temporarily gone, she seems to have given herself to shock, at least until the slime was washed off.

at present, she is sifting through the meagre 'welcoming gifts'. as embittered as her expression might be as she eyes the protein tube with purest suspicion or lifts a pair of shoes far too big to fit her, and as much as she holds herself like a military general in gait and gesture, it's... hard not to notice that she must have already been worse for wear prior to her arrival. she has shadows under her eyes that speak of more than one sleepless night, and something of the way her bangs have been cut suggests a rather shoddy diy job.


What are you looking at? ⟪ it's snarled rather than spoken, her eyes narrowed in point-blank suspicion.

then, her gaze flicks to your pile of newfound possessions. could be anything – a shirt that looks to be about her size or a pair of trousers that isn't as strange a fit as her own, or, by agni, a pair of fashionably pointy-toed shoes –
⟫ Give me those. ⟪ and, as if her tone leaves any room for doubt: ⟫ That is an order.

two 🔥 exploration


the gymnasium had sounded so promising. she needs to clear her head, this much she has established, and isn't training her body the best way to do so? she is brimming with an awful, nervous, agitated energy that hasn't left her since her father left her behind –

she shakes her head as if the physical act can drive the thought from her mind. it's no use, and neither had the gymnasium been, as the place she had been somewhat condescendingly directed to turns out to be a sinkhole these days.

fine, then. best to see what else this place has to offer. there must be some makeshift training grounds somewhere.

her search is not immediately successful, but it does take her all over – back to the theatre, to the engineering corps, the aid station... and no matter where she goes, she has no regard for peasants at work. clearly, her own needs and wants are to be ranked far above those of the lowly masses, and so she doesn't hesitate to disrupt whatever you're doing.


Where do you go to train?

alternatively, you're hard at work, minding your own business, when a teenaged girl in ill-fitting clothing pretends to join you. if you are cleaning, she is taking your broom or a spare rag, if you are fixing something, she pretends to pay rapt attention - the drift's clear. occasionally, she will look over her shoulder –

someone is avoiding school, and a particularly adamant teacher is having no such behaviour from a potential hatchling student.

three 🔥 fetch quest


It can't be far now.

whether she is saying this to a companion or to assure herself is hard to tell, she almost always sounds cold and biting when she speaks. the trip to the adamant is nothing but an excuse for her to see more of this bizarre new world, even if it means that she has to endure company. something about it is almost comforting: she has a clear order, a clear goal, and the journey occupies her enough to distract her from what awaits her back home.

she bites her lip, visibly hard, and stares darkly out from the cavelike structure that shelters her and whoever is lucky enough to join her on this trip from the current burst of acid rain. her nails – some broken still from the fight that she lost – dig into the ground.

funnily enough, she isn't wrong: it's not far now, if it weren't for that pesky rain.

four 🔥 wildcard.

ooc: surprise me! i'm honestly down for most everything, but if you'd like to plot something more specific, you can hit me up on plurk at [plurk.com profile] nehelenia or via pm and we can hash something out. c:
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exploration - avoiding school

[personal profile] sunmon 2021-07-25 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)
I— Hey!

[ but it's too late. the rag is gone from her hand. there are worse things. the theater needs cleaning, especially the paint on the walls in order to make room for more kids to scrawl more paint. and alina's arms are tired. the principle of the thing still frustrates her. ]

I was using that. [ it's more of a disgruntled mutter than anything else. she gets up and goes to the cabinet, opening it to get another rag. it'll go faster with two people. when she glances back, though, she notices azula's skittish behavior. ] What's your problem?
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[personal profile] firelords 2021-07-25 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
You should be grateful that I deign to help you.

if anything, she sounds earnest about that. her experience with being treated as an ordinary person is limited to a single ill-fated vacation day, during which she has discovered... during which she has discovered that there is nothing worth finding among a crowd that does not know her for her name and title.

either way, she is scrubbing the paint-soiled wall, and with that determined teacher not having made a show of herself yet, at least some of her suspicious glancing seems to subside. still, with her finding her new companion so sorely lacking in the gratitude department, she decides it might not be the brightest idea to reveal her reasoning just yet.

besides, there are more important things to dwell on.


I wonder what kind of punishment those brats received for this.

the idea that children could be permitted, even actively encouraged to express themselves artistically doesn't occur to her at all. it's simply not done.
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1

[personal profile] justshouto 2021-07-25 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[He isn't looking at anything, thanks?? Honestly, though, everyone here is stressed out and he's had ruder treatment (he is friends with Bakugou), so he doesn't bat an eye at her trying to give him orders. There are more important things to worry about at the moment.]

Sure.

[He happens to be holding a particularly frilly shirt that is probably too big even for him, let alone Azula. He can't imagine she would actually want to wear it, but who is he to police someone's fashion choices? Have a garishly floral oversized pirate shirt, Azula. You asked for it.]
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one.

[personal profile] deathpending 2021-07-26 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ Jonathan has little need of these items, truly, is just picking them over out of curiosity. Trade was never required in officer's quarters, Mary always sent everything from home. ]

[ He's just intrigued by the shoes until accosted, with a tone that could send generals scuttling, he's sure. From a young woman. Symptoms of insomnia, some other, unnamed taste in the air. ]

I am a doctor. I'm always looking.

[ He says, matter-of-factly, as if he expects to disarm her with that simple statement. ]

Very well, here are the shoes.
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Kotarou Katsura | Gintama

[personal profile] bakudanma 2021-07-26 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
❀ HATCHING.
[ For being interrupted in a pretty important mission and then brought to where ever this place was, Katsura seems immensely calm, especially now that he's properly showered and not covered in slime. He was a bit hysteric when the stubborn slime wouldn't come out of his lengthy hair, but now he's relieved and just seeming to go along with.. whatever was happening. He wasn't foreign to unfortunate situations that involved space or an alien planet, though he was hardly favorable of anything having to do with the latter. He has been given some clothes to which seem a bit summer-y for his taste, but it reduces his initial distaste when he realizes how nice he looks in the apparel. Zura was one to be meticulous about his disguises attire when evading the police, after all.

It also helps what whoever is unfortunate enough to be his bunk mate has a matching set. Katsura regards his fellow Hatchling curiously. ]


Ah. We're like the Olsen twins.

[ why is that such a dated reference... why does he sound serious as a heart attack... ]


❀ FETCH QUEST.
[ If chocolate was the key curing people, Zura was eager to assist one way or another. He had gotten his belongings back from the egg from which he came from and dressed himself in a yukata and haori — a katana settled against his hip held by a sash — one authentic and also dated (extremely dated in this case.)

Coming across several bodies along the way piqued his interest as to what exactly killed them. Was it the initial crash or.. something else? Out of respect, however, he kept to himself. He scoffs lightly as he idly speaks to his travel partner (who, if you've dealt for him for this long, congratulations): ]


Tch. Chocolate shouldn't be the remedy to all of this.

[ as if like?? anyone had a choice?? ]


❀ NETWORK.
UN: FruitsPunchSamuraiG
(1) It's not Hatchlings, it's Katsura.
(2) It's not Children of the Leviathan, it's Katsura.

I would become the Prime Minister and revolutionize Japan, starting with dismantling the corrupt bakufu government and lifting the ban on swords. I'm not a terrorist, nor am I working in an underground faction. I'm just an ordinary plumber.
Then, I would provide Edo with a larger and more satisfying petting zoo. Maybe treat myself to a relaxing trip in Hakone. How about you, Cartagena-san?

[ In which anyone else is free to respond to him. ]
bakudanma: (【 111 】)

exploration; someone is playing hooky

[personal profile] bakudanma 2021-07-26 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ Although Katsura's military training makes him an apt choice for security, he's deciding to take things slowly as he gathers information about this place. Sometimes that meant being involved in all areas, so he's starting with working around the Theater. There was some nature and nurturing instinct he had, but it could have easily been because he's interested in having lackeys and being an all around bad good influence on them. No matter.

He's on his hands and knees, scrubbing at a stubborn spot on the floor when somebody else joins him. Katsura sits up and back on his haunches and regards her. ]


Training. Yes!

[ yes.. ]

There are many types of training. It depends on what I am training for. Training in Mortal Kombat? The arcade. Potty training? The nearest bathroom with a kiddie stool. Riding the train? The Shinjuku station is the one closest to my home.

[ stop... ]

Training here, though.. hmm..

[ he's thinking.. thinking... thinking... leaving in anticipation... ]

Ah. I cannot say I've done any martial arts or swordsman training here yet.
Edited (oop i blended two prompts together sorry about that!) 2021-07-26 02:21 (UTC)
bakudanma: (【 114 】)

fetch quest;

[personal profile] bakudanma 2021-07-26 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ Although Katsura is a natural born leader, he's been a lot more observant through a majority of this. Wouldn't you too, though? He had been through a lot of interesting scenarios in his lifetime but nothing quite like this where there were left many unanswered questions. Through this entire trek he hadn't interacted with anyone much but he had silently taken notes and made his own silent judgments on the rest of his "hatchling" comrades. Something about Luke just reeked "hot disaster" but Zura wasn't trying to make too many assumptions at first. Right? Right.

That frozen and petrified expression that steadies on his face after seeing the ship wreck does catch Katsura's attention and he's not one to touch a stranger, but he does brush his elbow against him to snap him out of his thoughts. For now, he makes no comment on Luke's behavior, but stows it away in his memory.

The change of subject he has a response to: ]


I assume any chocolate will work just fine. Who knows. Maybe we will find one with a Golden Ticket.

[ ??? ]
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[personal profile] sunmon 2021-07-26 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
They weren't punished. [ amusement creeps into her voice — notably, not gratitude. ] They're learning. They need something to keep them occupied and get their energy out.

[ ana kuya would have never allowed this kind of nonsense to pass, but honestly, alina has enjoyed it. it seems a much better way of managing children than her own upbringing had been, strict and regimented. ethyraia had all the same restrictions that ravka had, the same scarcity, but it was not cruel. to alina, that's wonderful. ]
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yelena belova | mcu (spoilers for black widow!)

[personal profile] ohios 2021-07-26 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ cafeteria blues ]
[ the protein ration substitute in the cafeteria is the worst thing yelena has ever eaten. worse than starving, she thinks, as she bites into a bar of the stuff, then starts gumming it and eventually sticking out her tongue, leaning over her tray so the crumbs slough off progressively, like snow falling out of a tree it had overburdened.

yelena doesn't stop making a face like a dog who'd bitten into a bottle of mouthwash, grimacing her way through it. she reaches over and steels the canteen of the nearest person and, unscrewing it, starts chugging, trying to rid herself of the taste.
]
[ quag-oh no (cw: body horror, mutilation, child abuse) ]
[ the spores get her while she's nosing around the aid station, but they don't kick in until she's outside a church. yelena is highly trained. as soon as her body temperature spikes, she notices, staggering into the church and easing down into a pew. the feverish look on her face chases off the old man seated next to her. yelena huffs at him like a bull ready to charge, but she feels too faint to do anything about it, lowering her forehead with a groan to the back of the pew ahead of her.

she almost looked like she was in prayer. when was the last time she had kneeled like ...?

for a moment, she is in a tiny church in ohio. it hadn't panned out, but it had helped them blend in. little family trying out a new church to attend on sundays. not orthodox, because they didn't want to draw too much attention. baptist, she thinks. the preacher is talking in a soft voice and the woman in front of them has the nastiest cough.
]

Shut up. [ yelena mutters, mostly to herself. she pounds her hand on the pews. ] Shut up.

[ it is not the woman coughing. it's someone else. she spills onto the pew, lying prone, staring up at a hospital light. an operating light. the clink of metal, and there. the cough. it's the surgeon.

'Can you feel anything?' he asks. yelena shakes her head, raising her hands to press her palms into her eyes, willing the moment away. her hands had been bound that day. she hadn't been able to cry. tears slip out from her now, though.
]
[ network (un: owo) ]
who is running a lottery on ethyraia? no one is using money.
dissemblance: (pic#15035360)

take me to church

[personal profile] dissemblance 2021-07-26 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
of all the people she'd expected she might run into, yelena had, in all honesty, never crossed her mind.

things like that don't happen to her.

it'd be stark, or banner, or thor, or peter quill, or peter parker, all of sixteen and ready to die for something. maybe carol, if she was lucky. but not her other, smaller, first family. not them.

she doesn't know what's going on, but she can guess. so she doesn't say much, just takes a seat beside her on the bench and reaches out to stroke her hair. murmurs something to her, little mouse, in russian.
ohios: (pic#15039690)

roy, they are SISTERS

[personal profile] ohios 2021-07-26 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ sweat soaks her hair. sticks to her forehead. yelena stirs at first, restless, then snaps awake at the sound of her sister's voice. her hand snaps up to grab natasha's wrist. instinct. her eyes snap wide a moment later, but they're out of focus. ]

Tasha. [ she mumbles it, rolling onto her side. her mouth is dry, her head spinning. the lights seem too bright all of a sudden. she goes very still, presses her eyes shut. ] Stupid. You got eaten by the dragon, too?
dissemblance: (pic#14842305)

METAPHORIC USAGE OF THE TITLE SHUT UP

[personal profile] dissemblance 2021-07-26 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
You think a dragon could take me down? I'm insulted.

she sounds light, amused. her palm is cool against yelena's forehead. she's very carefully not feeling anything at all about her being here. practice.
ohios: (pic#15039687)

[personal profile] ohios 2021-07-26 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
It's a dragon. What are you going to do? Shoot it? [ she waves her hand over her head, idly, still not looking back. she'll wait for the room to stop spinning and the black at the edges of her vision to roll back out like the tide. ] Flip your hair?

[ just sister things.

natasha is right, of course. but yelena does not have a better explanation for how they wound up inside of a dragon than being eaten by it and not remembering. natasha might know, though.
]

This is your business, yes? Alien shit. What has your space god friend to say about this planet?
servicio: recadreuse | dw (005)

cafeteria

[personal profile] servicio 2021-07-26 01:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ a skinny teen in a hoodie and a black eye on the other side of her has been watching with blatant, horrified fascination at the production she makes of eating the ration bar. by the time she's chugging some poor guy's water, he looks like he's a half-second away from disgusted laughter. ]

Dios mio, it's that bad, huh? [ his own is still untouched, precisely because he'd been worried it would taste as awful as it looks. in the end, of course, food's food and it's not like they have a lot of choices, but he's been working his way up to it. ]
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[personal profile] firelords 2021-07-26 03:26 pm (UTC)(link)
she grabs her questionable price, and her brows furrow the more she sees of it up close. it is every bit as utterly disgusting as it had looked from a distance – worse perhaps – but she is after the drawstrings in the collar and the bottoms of the sleeves. those are quickly enough removed, and tested for their sturdiness.

not as good as a real garrotte, but they might do in a pinch.

and if not, at least she can use one to tie her hair back if need be.

once that is decided, she drapes the garish thing over the edge of her bunk, keeping it visible from a distance. bait, in case her mother sends one of her traitorous friends her way. it is exactly the sort of floral horror ty lee would not have the mind to resist. the thought seems to give her some grim satisfaction.


What else do you have? ⟪ only now does she turn her full, somewhat haunting attention back to her present company, and she almost snarls when she spots his scar. bad sign.
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[personal profile] firelords 2021-07-26 03:31 pm (UTC)(link)
I have no need for a physician.

it comes out both automatic and defensive. if anyone needs healing, it is her brother, and if that thought sits ill now that she cannot make sure which turn the wound she inflicted on him might take –– no. none of that. one problem at a time.

she is fine, from the way her hands dig tight into the blanket she's been given to the shadows under her eyes, to the way that she cannot summon her bending no matter what she attempts. she is fine. she has no need for anyone.

the offered shoes, however, she takes, and holds one sole-first against her foot, to see the fit without needing to focus on putting them on just now. not in the presence of someone who might yet be a threat. a better fit, it seems, than what she has been given initially.


Who are you? ⟪ even the question sounds like a command.
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[personal profile] justshouto 2021-07-26 03:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[Perhaps fortunately for Azula's dignity, Shouto is an idiot and completely misses whatever visible reaction she might have had. Or, more precisely, he's pretty used to his face eliciting surprised looks already. What's another one?]

Pants.

[Which he already happens to be wearing. They also end a good few inches above his ankles.]

You can't have those, though.
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[personal profile] deathpending 2021-07-26 04:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A difficult patient, eh? No shortage of those. It earns her no Look, no admonishment. Jonathan's patience can outlast, where it's needed. And truly, she doesn't have need of a healer. Not the kind that he specialises in. Insomnia can be managed with medicine, but he doens't yet know if there is any deeper cause. ]

I am Dr. Jonathan Reid, of London. [ He has no hat, a grave miscalculation on the dragon's part. Still, he gives her a little nod. ] And yourself, Miss?
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[personal profile] firelords 2021-07-26 04:22 pm (UTC)(link)
the mention of mortal combat, though badly misunderstood on her part, has her visibly perk up, almost lean forward – until it becomes evident that he speaks of his place of origin, and the enticement turns to thinly-veiled anger.

she doesn't yet join him on the ground in his scrubbing, she's helped herself to a broom - better to stand tall, to better seen anyone approaching her. 'tall' being a very relative term for a five foot tall teenage girl.


Why not?
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[personal profile] firelords 2021-07-26 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
a nod is not a bow, especially not the kind she is used to receiving, though it bests some of the other greetings she has received thus far. till, he has followed her orders and introduced himself, which does not put her at ease, precisely, but it does do something about the sheer amount of tension she is radiating.

Princess Azula, of the Fire Nation.

others tend to do her introducing for her, but maybe doing it herself isn't so bad at all – no one else can be trusted.
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[personal profile] firelords 2021-07-26 04:38 pm (UTC)(link)
They could be trained for battle.

what else to do with overly energetic children? the royal firebending academy for girls believed in rigorous exercise, and if no training facilities were available, an hour's march in place can do wonders for a small child with excessive energy.

There is no use to this.

remembering that she is meant to look occupied, she sets her mind to scrubbing - but really, she just seems to spread the colours out more.
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[personal profile] deathpending 2021-07-26 04:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah —

[ This merits a quick bow, hardly respectful, by Jon's standards, but much better than what he had previously. No wonder this poor young woman is so wound, she must not be accustomed to being by herself at all. A retinue, a guard... one's simple pleasures. ]

Your Highness? I do beg your pardon, I'm not familiar with your kingdom or — as my manner no doubt betrays me! — your customs.

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