Test Drive Meme #1 (cw vehicular crash, moderate injury)

[spoofer]

Test Drive Meme #1

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world.

You don't need an invite to test
but please remember we're currently invite-only

CRASH LANDING

Exit one dimension, enter the next. It was chaos: pressure against your ears, light bending in an impossible, unimaginable way. The very molecules of your body vibrating against one another. If you have windows, the view outside makes no sense. Even if not, your hands, your face, your feet seem like an uncertain thing. It's the feel of reality itself tearing apart, reshaping, reconnecting, thread by thread.

And suddenly, there's a beach— or ocean, whichever you land in. Smoke. Fire. Salt water churning up, fizzing around.

Maybe you crash, in a ship wrecking into sand. Maybe you merely stumble out of a portal, a ragged wormhole in space. Or maybe you fall off the back of an incredible steed, some creature that carried you into this place. Either way, there's pandemonium around you. Incredibly, severe injuries are far and few between— nobody's screaming about the dead. But you might have to help pull someone free of wreckage, or move quickly to salvage burning belongings from the landing craft. Maybe it's the crafts themselves, that you're trying to salvage.

Likely, you don't know them, these other strangers who arrived here^[1]. Maybe you don't trust them— you just came out of a dying world, after all. But you all have one thing in common: you're here now.

When you get a second to breathe, maybe you'll see it. The brilliant green forest across the sand. Beyond that, the glint of a faraway city.

INTO THE WOODS

Your first night at Xistentia does not feature five-star accommodations, but as the sun begins to set, the forest offers everything you need to survive. By now, you may even have met your daemon, who'll help guide you through this. There is fallen wood to make fires for warmth and cooking, any number of rabbits, deer, and fish if that's what you're into eating. Those very same animals also provide guidance as to what vegetation is edible, including a variety of vine mushrooms, fruits, and flowers. If you're the kind of creature that mostly eats other sentient creatures, well. Technically, there are a lot of those hanging out too^[2]! Now and then, you'll see tiny, winged humanoid creatures the height of a finger dart in and out of view.

A resourceful group, the multiversal refugees have determined ways to create shelters, using wreckage, supplies, and basic survival knowhow. There aren't enough blankets to go around, but the weather is mild and the fires seem to keep out any aggressive creatures.


Things get quiet. This could be a good time to meet the others under less fraught circumstances. Maybe you'll see some familiar faces and reunite with others who fled from your dying world; maybe you'll meet someone new.

Try not to seek out and fight any Rock Trolls. It's still early.

ENTER THE CITY

The city is beautiful, even with the vines covering everything, the streams running down half the streets, the massive white deer leaping off under the highway overpasses. The architecture of the skyscrapers is incredible to look at, modern and sweeping. It's clear that terraced gardens were part of the building design, and some of the greenery that lines the street had been part of the original city plan. This is a city of great potential.

And it knows you're here. As you walk by, beacons like streetlamps begin to emit a gentle glow, registering your presence. No doors are locked, though you might find yourself chasing out nests of silver-winged birds and bug-eyed rabbits.

Here, you can claim empty shops or the clothing and other sales items inside of them. Apartment complexes aren't difficult to find in a range of sizes; nor are standalone homes, brownstones, loft studios. Penthouses may not feel like penthouses when there's a thin layer of dust growing on everything and a flower growing out of the sink, but you know what? Maybe that little bud is gonna be your first roommate.

It's the strangest thing. After a few days, the lights begin to work and the water begins to run, fully operational within the unseen sewer system. At some point, the keys to your house or residence are going to turn up. Your daemon will help you find what you need. F.A.TE.S. welcomes you.

NETWORK

By now you've settled in. You have some time to explore the city, the woods, and your new kit.

Chances are pretty good that your daemon is not a phone or a computer or a wax-sealed piece of parchment or a Howler, nothing with a convenient camera or a keyboard; it probably isn't even a pocket sized. Likelier, it stares at you with eyes that contain the lenses-- or powers-- of a camera, and some part of its body projects a holographic keyboard into the air. For those of us who are not accustomed to manipulating intangible light prisms, it's about as intuitive to type on as shaping a cloud with your fingers.

But here's your network access. Accessible to all your fellow travelers in XISTENTIA.

Misfires, typos, and blurry video footage are likely. Time to feel like a Luddite!

CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE

hells yeah

Footnotes

1. Some of these can be nameless, plot-device NPCs to facilitate interactions! But even in this case, please avoid gore in describing their current state of being. Anyone dead or catastrophically injured will have disappeared by the time your characters make it to Xistentia. There are no corpses or dying here.
   
   
2. But like OOCly ask permission ofc.

Comments

Rafaello d'Este | OC (Eudio CRAU) | OTA

[mordacita]

A. WOODS

[ This is all wrong. As much as Rafa enjoys spending time in forests, this is not where he is meant to be. His world was under attack, he'd been told, and so he had meant to leave Eudio to get back to it. Instead he'd washed up here - literally washed up, since he'd landed in the sea and had to swim to the beach - and now he's trudging through the forest in wet clothes, carrying a waterlogged phone that will no longer turn on, and moving in the general direction of the city he can see in the background.

There are others here. Rafa doesn't feel too terribly social, given his current attire. His boots are squelching with every step. His hair is dripping, and though he's pulled it back into a tail, it still feels unpleasant. And his clothes, always closely fitting, are clinging to him. He has had better days. This D&G suit has certainly had better days.

And he is hungry. There's also that. One of the tiny little winged things keeps trying to land on his shoulder, and for the seventh time, he bats it away. ]

Fucking faeries. [ Is his personal opinion. This forest is full of them, and also full of other scents he doesn't really know. He's avoiding the large, mossy things that are congregating to the left of the group. He has no idea what those are, but he doesn't like the smell, and he'd rather not face them on an empty stomach. ] I need to eat something more than rabbits or I will go crazy here. Does anyone have a phone signal? [ He asks, raising his voice. His accent is very Italian, and his tone is very irritated. ] Or GPS, dare I hope. This is not what I had in mind.

B. CITY

[ The city is, comparatively, a better place. It seems abandoned, which irks Rafa all over again, but it's not long before he finds dry clothes that haven't been ruined by seawater. He quickly changes, and now moves around dressed in black jeans and a dark-coloured shirt. It's not ideal, but it's better than what he had before. Now ready to explore, he starts picking his way around the city. For a while he's outside, wearing sunglasses now that he's away from the safety of the trees. Every few hours, though, he has to duck inside to let them recharge, and this leads to him discovering quite a number of different buildings. He walks into several that are already occupied, and can only raise a hand in apology. ]

I have yet to find somewhere to stay. Do not worry. I shall not trouble you for long.

[ Only long enough for the glasses to regain some magic, and let him walk back out into the sun. And there is so much sun. His time in the forest had let him get used to the way time works here. Twenty hours of light, and ten of shadow. Twenty hours is a very long time, and the sun is very bad for this vampire.

The night time is much better. Rafa walks around more freely, with the glasses safely in his pocket, and magical streetlamps lighting his way. After a while, a unicorn foal finds him. He tries to chase it off at first, but when that doesn't work, it starts to talk to him instead, and then of course he wants to keep it. It starts to guide him, and his mood brightens. Find him while that's going on, and he might even smile at you. ]

I am searching for somewhere to stay. What are you seeking?

C. NETWORK POST

[ Here is Rafa, or at least a very blurry image that looks as though it might be Rafa. It goes in and out of focus several times, until it settles for a closeup of warm brown eyes. He pulls back, frowning. He could not look more frustrated. ]

How am I supposed to type? I cannot even feel the keys - why are you looking at me like that?! What are you -

[ He leans in closer, squinting right into the camera eyes. And then he sees them moving as though to refocus on him, and his eyes widen. ]

We are recording now?! Yes of course we are recording now, because why would we not be. How very slick.

[ Though still annoyed, Rafa at least makes an attempt at converting his frown to a smile. If they're recording, then he likely has an audience. ]

Forgive me. If you can hear me, then hello! My name is Rafa. I would like to meet the others who have found themselves here. This is not where I am meant to be, and...nothing is as it seems. Also, I am speaking to you through a unicorn which thinks is is an iPhone. Is anyone else having that problem? If so, I should be grateful for a manual of some kind. I do not think it likes me.

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[thehunger]

[ He does have an audience, of a man in his early fifties. Well put together, well coiffed and sharply dressed. But just as frustrated and ignorant of their surroundings as he is. ]

Rafa, hello. I too am newly arrived, looking for answers. What do you know, so far? I assume you escaped here, same as I did, fleeing something great and terrible?

The Hunger/"John" | The Adventure Zone | OTA (cw: NPC death)

[thehunger]

LANDING (cw: NPC death)

[ The beach is quiet, or about as quiet as it can be, what with people crashing onto it from world after world after dying world. The sky is blue, dotted with clouds, and the waves lap on the sand. Or, wait. The sky was blue. But now, off in the distance, there's black seeping in. Small at first, but growing larger every second. An amorphous black mass, with ribbons of bright colors inside its swirling form, is flowing across the sky, getting closer and closer to the beach. When it reaches just overhead, it blots out the sun and the beach becomes dark. A column of black shoots down to impact with the beach, spilling out over the sand for a second like a shock wave, before it retracts, pulling in on itself, condensing into the form of... a man. A human man, with a slim build, in his early fifties. He's wearing a sharp gray suit with a trendy skinny black tie, and the most expensive shoes you've ever seen. The blackness from the sky falls down upon him-- no, into him, as though he's absorbing all of it, or... or calling it back inside his body. Finally, the black cloud is gone, and there is only the man.

He looks around, as though surprised and, well, disappointed slightly. He looks down at his very nice shoes, which now have sand all over them. He frowns. He steps forward, away from the ocean, and approaches the nearest group of refugees. ] Where are we? [ he asks, forceful yet curious. When they cannot answer, having just arrived themselves, his frown deepens, and he extends his hand, palm outward, and a black flame surrounds it. The other refugee freezes, hand clutching their chest, and they erupt into the same black flame, as though it was burning them from within, starting with their heart. ]

CITY

[ The man in the sharp gray suit does not bother trying to find food or other clothing. The bare necessities are just so small in comparison to finding answers. Instead he finds his way to the top of the tallest building he can find, and surveys the landscape. That tells him little, though it does give him an idea of where he has found himself. After that, he sits down and consults his daemon, an elegant wooden chess set, trying to delve into whatever information it can give him. ]

beach

[poorlycopingstrategist]

[Sweet mother of fuck Jamie's been here like three minutes and there's already this bullshit to deal with. Why can't people just try to get along in these situations? Why does some douchebag always have to make things worse?]

Hey!

[He's afraid, very much so, but he tries to hide it as he tears his eyes away from the smoldering corpse on the sand. His stance is neutral, his tone placating, but he's positioned himself between the older man and the rest of the group of horrified refugees. Jamie doesn't want this to escalate, but no one else seems willing or able to defend the group if the man turns on them next.]

None of us know where we are yet, all right? Killing people isn't going to fix anything. Just - just chill, okay?

Vex | Lost Girl (Eudio CRAU) | OTA (prose or brackets is fine)

[vexy]

1. ARRIVAL

When the world was ending, no matter how much you didn't want it to, if there was an opportunity to escape then it had to be taken. He grabbed the hand of the love of his life and stepped through the portal, into what he hoped was safety but was pessimistically convinced it was just an alternative pathway to destruction. It was time to test this 'immortality' reward- He'd know it didn't work if he felt Hades' fine tailored shoe on his face.

One thing he knew for sure was that this wasn't Tartarus, unless they hired a new interior designer. They'd stumbled onto a beach, which would have been rather scenic if not for the shipwrecks and all the confused people. While he hugged Mark, relieved that he made the journey safely with him, he stared at their surroundings. Well. Whatever fresh hell this was, at least he had the fae he loved with him and he couldn't ask for more than that.

Still, the idea that he left dear friends behind, some of which he considered family, briefly gnawed at him. But Vex was good at shoving away the feelings of loss and moving forward, it was the only way to survive. It would help if he had booze. Maybe he could pester the castaways and see if anybody thought to bring any with them...

Priorities, Vex. Priorities.

2. CITY

One thing this place had above the other, he had his mesmer back. So, when he wanted beach-front property which was already occupied by some poor unknown shlub, Vex didn't hesitate to make him throw himself out into the streets. Look, there was plenty of space for everybody, but that didn't mean that the best locations went on a 'first come first serve' basis, only the strong survived in situations like this and Vex was definitely strong. So was his lovely husband, who helped him 'christen' the place before he tried to figure out what to do with it without the aid of a team of decorators.

You might find him outside of his beautiful new home, viciously yanking off the vines and anything that even remotely resembled nature while sweating and swearing his head off. According to Vex, nature could screw itself sideways and several various colorful phrases.

You may also spot him 'shopping', which was a matter of looting for items he'll need. Essentials, such as alcohol, booze, liquor and oh, he supposed more practical things like spirits and-- honestly he was actually getting some necessities, but he was severely craving a buzz at that moment. Wouldn't you if you just went from Paradise Island to Swiss Family Robinson?

3. NETWORK

[ Here you have a scruffy looking fae, lounging in his makeshift bed, blankets just barely covering up anything scandalous with his hair flying in all directions. He was clearly not at his best as he spoke at the Daemon. ]

So I just talk to you 'n you tell everybody?

My function is to--

Stop babbling at me like a Vulcan, I got enough of that back home. Plain English, do you know plain English?

I speak it better than you do.

Oi! Well, there ya go, that's better. You sassy piece of shit, now tell me how I'm supposed to use you to talk to people.

In layman's terms, I can record you and broadcast it to everyone.

Brill, so--

Like I'm doing right now.

You're what?!

[ The blanket went flying, and so did the view as Vex scrambled to cover up his newfound "companion", then the video ended. ]

Arriving - OPEN to be threadjacked if anyone wants to approach both of them!

[catalogface]

The last few hours had been the most stressful of Mark's life. They had to decide whether to go or stay and that was being said without knowing where they were going to. It was truly jumping without seeing the net.

And they had landed on a beach. A shipwrecked beach, but a beach none the less. His still held Vex's hand with all of his strength, which could easily become quite painful, but he was more afraid of letting it go. Even after they had 'landed.'

"I mean, it could be worse-" he looked around, still tethered to his husband. There was no saying who these other people were and if it was at all safe. He debated shifting in his head, wetting his lips as he pondered his options. If anyone even looked at them wrong, he would do it, but at the moment he still needed to talk to Vex.

Looking back to his love, "Are you okay, babe?"

spock | star trek aos (eudio crau) | ota

[mindmeld]

1. CRASH LANDING.

[ Born on a desert planet, Spock still had to learn to swim for survival training, which, training which continues to serve the stated purpose. Swimming is not an enjoyable activity in general, made even more cumbersome by the fact that he has to shimmy out of his now destroyed shuttle and swim to the shore wearing his uniform, burdened by the tricorder, PADD, and phaser he managed to salvage from the wreck. But eventually, his feet hit the beach, and he stumbles out of the waves with less grace than his usual movements.

Starfleet uniforms are designed to adapt to various temperatures and dry quickly, so Spock is not too uncomfortable. None of his equipment works, between the water that seeped into the gadgets and the lack of any functional system. Which is odd - they were designed to work even on planets without network systems or electricity.

Finding a large piece of driftwood, away from the surf and capable of providing an acceptably flat surface, he sets to work on adapting the tricorder. ] If I adjust the settings -

[ Only he doesn't get far; feet away, another craft crashes to the beach. Flames lick up the side and Spock calculates he has moments before the entire thing explodes, so he does what is logical: approaches the craft, fingers finding a latch to reveal a door, and someone inside. ]

I predict this shuttle will explode in approximately one point two standard minutes, [ he offers, even as he reaches inside to help the individual out. ]

2. THE CITY.

[ Still no functional tricorder, but that does not stop Spock from exploring and seeking to understand the city. The contrast is intriguing: towering buildings, passageways that imply a bustling transportation system, all covered with vines and overgrowth.

Spock is a scientist and this place is the stuff of dreams. (Not that Vulcans dream - according to Spock.) Even without his labs, there is enough to discover. Spock can be found diving in and out of buildings; if he stumbles across anyone who seems to have made a home in one such place, he will be polite and excuse himself.

Other times, he can be overheard talking; to himself or to the giant, fanged teddy-bear following him. ] As the beacons light up only when approached, it stands to reason there are sensors involved. Perhaps examining one closer will explain more about the city.

[ Spock is inclined to explore the city; run into him anywhere. ]

3. NETWORK.

[ There is no awkward fumbling with the network from Spock, as he waits some time before making a network post. Once he has a better understanding of the network and devices, he settles in to make a video. It shows Spock, face and eyes serious, with a bowl cut and blue shirt. ]

I am seeking any individual who served on, or knows of, the starship Enterprise.

In addition, I request the assistance of anyone with knowledge of engineering or computer circuitry, as I am at a loss of how to fix a certain piece of equipment with which I managed to escape.

Spock out.

3. — no id set

[motivation]

[ there may be no awkward fumbling with the network from spock; there is plenty of it from elania. she's at least figured out the video function by now, and how to respond — and she is responding because none of what he said makes sense. ]

What's a starship? [ after a moment, she adds, suspiciously: ] Or a computer?

joseph kavinsky | crau | the raven cycle (cw suspected animal death)

[pillz]

beach { closed to crau aric & murphy

[list of shit that's been super fucked lately:

1. aric was on his way over and murphy was still at his apartment, which was separately anxiety-inducing, when
   
2. earthquakes began to strike across the town he'd come to see as his home,
   
3. the magic towers and protections faltering,
   
4. his alcohol shelf falling over, crashing, shattering everywhere,
   
5. (secondary: he cut his foot on bottle glass) (at least the alcohol probably sterilized it though)
   
6. where the fuck are ash, minho, and newt? he'd made himself lay down and dream. it had felt impossible with the house shaking, but he'd done it, because selfishly he hadn't wanted to die.
   
7. then a gigantic magical ungulate burst into reality, and murphy started screaming at him, and he didn't want to go before he knew what the fuck was happening with raf and vex and aric, but then thanatos kicked in the door and thundered with aric astride him and it seemed like enough of a sign that it was all right then, he was allowed to give in to the terror pounding in his veins, the overwhelming desire to cut and run, even though he knew it made him a coward— like he always knew.
   
8. sudden sunshine. sand, a glaring white beach where everyone is screaming, bizarre ships are sinking in the sea, and portals of jagged distortion keep popping into view in a nauseating disruption of physics.

the air smells like salt. kavinsky falls off the white elk's gigantic rump, retching, his stomach in a revolt. he had been riding behind murphy with his dog in his lap, and she falls over with a whimper of shock, her wide snow paws kicking wildly in the substrate underfoot. he lets go of her, mostly so she doesn't accidentally get him in the dick, and twists around.]

Aric! Where fuck are you! [he's still on his knees when he twists his head the other way, trying to assure himself the elk didn't fall over and crush its remaining rider, either. too much is going on. the tide suddenly rides in and soaks cold and soggy through the knees of his pants and shoes. his foot stings inside its sock.] HEY.

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city { open

[you know what was fucked when the dog started talking to him. moonshine. and starts projecting holographic keyboards out of her fucking chest, and tells him he'd left the last letter off her name all along, apparently.

to be perfectly honest, half the reason he's hunting across the city is because he's pretty sure that this daemon is an impersonator. it must have found the real moonshine at night, some point in the shitty camping episode. maybe it killed her, took her skin. he doesn't know if he's looking for a skinned carcass or a secret cache of abducted animals.

the other half his reason is: he's scared for everyone at home and, despite the explanation offered by his daemon, he isn't sure what he's doing here. not really. he's distracting himself by robbing an empty city. at this point, the gigantic camping rucksack he got is loaded with random shit. cans of spaghetti-o's and bags of candy, a random tupperware container of crispy bacon, a few dvds he's never heard of, clothes that look like they'd fit him, a few kitchen knives, bottles of booze, three packs of cigarettes. he hasn't stopped to try and dream anything yet, not trusting that vulnerability until he finds his way back to his companions. he prefers his solitude. by now, moonshined has learned to follow largely in silence.

but his foot is throbbing. he stops in the shadow of what was probably at some point a bank in order to smoke, only to find]

WHO, [furiously,] THE FUCK HAS A LIGHT.

city

[thehunger]

[ There's a 'SNAP!' and suddenly black flame surrounds the hand that snapped. The hand belongs to a man, early fifties, sharply dressed, with a chessboard tucked under his other arm. He was just passing through and happened to hear (how could he have missed it) the cry of the young man in search of a light. ]

That's a nasty habit, you know. [ He says, offering his flaming hand for the boy to light his cigarette off of. ]

October 'Toby' Daye | October Daye series

[bloodychangeling]

Arrival
[Toby had thought Chelsea ripping holes through the fabric of Faerie had been bad enough. And, well, it had been. But this...this was...she couldn't even think about it. Because she couldn't fix it. There was no rogue changeling to douse with magic dampening goo, no curse to break, no psychotic duke's daughter to stop. There was just the world being ripped apart--no, worlds, mortal and Faerie falling apart at the seams with quakes and tsunamis and so much worse, threatening to take the people she loved with it.

So of course, when the door opened--like Chelsea's doors, but not, because she couldn't see through to the world beyond, there was just the feeling of electricity in the air, almost like when April manifested but still not--she ran through. She didn't know if she would have taken the rest of them with her if they'd been there in that moment. She was the hero, she was the one who saved people. And not knowing just what might be waiting on the other side, she wasn't sure she would have risked them.

That didn't change that, right before the world dropped away, her heart ached for May and Quentin...and Tybalt. Sweet Titania, she never expected to feel that for Tybalt, and now she might not get the chance to see how it would end.

But then she couldn't think, because there was that strange sensation of her body changing--not anywhere near as painful as when her mother shifted the balance of her blood, but strange--and she didn't even have time to scream for Tybalt before the world fell away and then reality was slipping out from under her feet….

Dropping her in the ocean. Oh, Oberon's balls, this was just getting better and better.

Her first act is to drag herself from the water, almost flailing like it might kill her just by touching her skin. That's a phobia she's not sure she's ever going to get over, even with another fourteen hundred years. And then she's standing, looking around, trying to figure out where she is. The scenery is strange enough to be part of Faerie, but it doesn't seem like any of the lost kingdoms, or even any of the ones they still have.

Whatever's going on, she needs a cup of coffee or ten before she can even start thinking about it too hard, so she starts trudging up the shore, the only thing keeping her from looking absolutely bedraggled being the stylish leather jacket that she wraps around her body like a security blanket. Which it is, not that she'll admit to it to anyone.

As she walks, it occurs to her that she isn't wearing her human disguise and she might be somewhere with humans. So before she gets too far, she finds a spot of shadows and grabs a handful of them, weaving herself a human disguise in a moment, blunting the tips of her ears and taking the sharpness from her face and the strange color from her eyes, leaving the scent of copper and cut grass in the air. And then she keeps walking towards the trees, hoping against hope that someone or something will be able to provide her with answers and caffeine. Not necessarily in that order. ]


Into the Woods
[Not long after she walked through the trees, Toby had found the thing that looked almost like a rose goblin, until she looked at it a bit more closely and saw it's very un-catlike eyes. Still, like Spike--oh, root and branch, she hadn't even thought of Spike and that makes her want to cry again--it had comfortably perched on her shoulder. Unlike Spike, it actually spoke.

If she hadn't grown up in the Summerlands that probably would have made her scream. As it was, it just made her feel even more off balance. Still, she listened, taking in what it told her. She didn't want to believe most of it, but she had to for now. She was a hero, she'd find a way to save the people she loved. If that meant trusting the word of a not-rose goblin and walking into a strange forest...she'd done more foolish things to save people.

That didn't make it smart, but she didn't have much of a choice.

Still, when she sees the little flitting creatures, she smirks a bit and actually crouches to speak to them. They don't look quite like the pixies she knows, but close enough that maybe they can give her some more useful information than the thing on her shoulder.]

"Hi there. Any of you know where I can find a cup of coffee?"

[What? Even a hero has to have her vices.]

OOC: anyone with magic/powers able to see through relatively weak illusions is free to see through Toby's human disguise. Her ears are pointed, her eyes are oddly colorless, and her facial features are very angular--think your archetypical Faerie in most ways.

Caleb Danvers | The Covenant | OTA

[i_will_you_nothing]

[Beach]

[The last thing that Caleb remembered was sending Chase straight to hell. Well, if hell was a type of vortex then the Ipswich golden boy had done it. It was do that or die and he didn't want to die. He wanted nothing more than to be done with the chaos that Chase Collins had thrown his way.

What he didn't expect was all the pressure. Like everything was falling apart. Like he was falling apart. He'd just ascended so he knew that it had nothing to do with him Using. Nothing to do with his magic at all. Or maybe that's what this was. The world was going to find out about the Ipswich boys so his magic had done some weird... he's not sure what.

He does know that he's soaking wet from falling into the damn water and he curses under his breath even as he wades from the waters and onto the shore.]


[Network]

[It's weird to see the stuffed leopard, who wasn't so stuffed here, lazily laying in front of him. His eyes narrow on it slightly and he's not sure what to make of it just yet. There is a bit of fear but he's trying not to let that show. Big cats hated that kind of thing, after all.]

Want to tell me why you're following me around?

Isn't it obvious?

[He tries not to laugh at the snark that slightly reminds him of his mother. It also reminds him of a man he thinks is dead as well. Though he's still not entirely sure where in the hell the fiery portal took Chase. He's trying not to think about that.]

Okay, does anyone know where exactly we are? This definitely isn't Ipswich and I'm not sure I like the feel of the place.

That's because your magic is probably out of whack too.

[Caleb glares at the big cat.]

How about...

[It's only then that he realizes anything he says or does can be seen through the leopard. Which is why the witch stops talking and gets up. He's going to find out what in the hell is going on. If he can.]

beach.

[ailindor]

[ Aida and her snow leopard, Kimba, both managed to land in the water as well. She isn't completely soaked, thankfully, but Kimba's fur is drenched and dripping despite shaking off once already. They're making their way together to the shore, one of her hands on Kimba's back while the other pulls her longbow from her back.

Just as they make it to the edge of the water Kimba pauses, shakes off again violently, and Aida lets out a noise of surprised disapproval. ] Couldn't you have moved further away from me? [ she asks the leopard (although there's an undercurrent of amused affection to her tone). ] Look at me now! [ She gestures to her traveling robes, where they cinch together at her waist, and the leather armor beneath, unaware of the man coming up beside them who likely received a good brunt of the water from the leopard as well. ]

John Murphy | The 100 (Eudio CR AU)

[rekt]

A] landing;

[ john murphy, a screaming boy with too many tattoos, and a full grown husky, come crashing down into the beach sand, astride one of those huge, white elk with the crazy amount of antlers. the first ten or so minutes spent on the sand involves a lot more screaming, some bandaging, and some other too serious looking dude on a too serious looking horse. apparently serious dude and screaming dude have some kind of Thing going on, so once no one's bleeding out anymore and there's less screaming, murphy excuses himself, letting the two do whatever weird make out ritual kavinsky and people he has actual feelings for get up to.

but murphy? he's more about surviving. eudio had been a pleasant little several month long vacation, but he knew it would all come crashing down eventually. while the area he can see doesn't look like the ruined earth he called home, he's not expecting it to be any better. now, they're stranded, out in the open, and night will start falling eventually. they'll need shelter, food, fresh water, and weapons, and there's no telling how intact kavinsky's powers are here. ]

That's a least a day's walk, maybe more. That's not even saying if they'll welcome us in the city. [ Murphy speaks up, as he paces over to someone else staring at the far away city. that'll likely be the best place for resources, but again, if this is anything like the Ground, they're more likely to get a spear through the chest than open arms. ] You know, the whole natives vs invaders thing, with torture and plague blankets. Yeah, this'll be fun.

B] into the woods;

[ nature living isn't anything new to murphy, and maybe he's better off than the others in that he's spent a good time stranded on a mostly desolate planet before. he sets traps, starts to build shelters out of branches and tree leaves, brings up any kind of salvage from the wrecks they might be able to use.

the boy is oddly silent, compared to how he'd been in eudio, but he's trying to focus on the strategies they'd used to survive after the drop ship. what worked, what didn't. with some kind of animal roasting over a fire, murphy's seated on a log, shuffling through a mixed pile of stones, looking for ones with pointed edges, which he then takes and wedged into a slit on a pole like branch, binding it to make a spear. much of the camp night will be spent that way - working. ]

C] enter the city;

You all know this is a terrible idea, right? Just walking through the front door?

[ Murphy's chiming in, as they near the city and no one's yet tried to scout or investigate or at least take cover and watch for activity. If a city exists, there has to have been people who built it, and even overgrown, that's far from being uninhabited. The Ground taught him that too. ]

Whatever, have fun getting arrows through the face. [ A mutter, as he adjusts his back pack, pulls his knife free, and starts to split from the group, moving around the perimeter rather than straight in. He spent long enough surviving Earth by having the sense not to assume things will be okay, he isn't letting go of that just because Eudio just made him feel too safe for too long. But, feel free to follow him, as he takes a stealthier route in. You'll still get to the same place, just slower. ]

D] network;

[ his network post is a short, simple thing, the video taken as his elk-daemon, fondly named Bellamid, paces behind while murphy attempts to unearth the door to a clothing store. it would be nice to not be soaked. ]

Anyone actually buying this bullshit about computer programs? Guess I wouldn't know if I was one, but I'm feeling pretty alive right now.

[ not the WHAT EXCITED FUN kind of alive, more the 'everything is misery and my legs hurt and i hate this but am now forced to live with it' kind of alive. it's not a good time. ]

All that crap aside, we need to start getting food. Hunting, preserving, storing. Figure out how to gather clean water.

[ a beat, and he glances back to the elk, thinking again over his namesake. nah. ]

Or do it the easy way and say keep your own damn self alive.

Whatever the hell you want.

E] wildcard;

[ idk hit me ]

c!

[incomparabilis]

[ he's not the only one that's being cautious. when he gets a fair distance away from the main group, a tall, slim figure in a black bodysuit steps deliberately out of the trees. there's a moment of animal-like stillness, then a tail flicks behind them, and they jerk their chin toward the city in apparent question.

fausta keeps to themself, but anyone feeling a little more cautious about their arrival here is someone to perhaps acquaint themself with.

after another moment, they flip the knife in their hand, sheathing it pointedly. if push comes to shove, their claws are weapon enough, anyway. ]

Sign of inhabitants yet?

John Constantine | DCtv | OTA

[live_in_the_now]

[Woods]

[If there's one thing that John Constantine did NOT like it was landing in unknown situations. Most of those situations involved angels and even some demons. But most of the time it involved angels that couldn't mind their own business. Hell, he's pretty sure that more than one of the angels have gone rogue.

He's just left the shuttle after the wicked crash and heads into the woods. Something felt very off to him here. Felt like when he'd gone and gotten himself possessed, on purpose. Actually, it felt even weirder than that.]

Oi! You over there, do you know where we are?

[Other than in the woods, that was.]

[Network]

[John doesn't particularly like whatever is going on and it shows. This is a man with a mission. One that wants everything to stop going to hell on him. Though that's not liable to happen. However, he's watching the hawk that is perched on the edge of the table. Watching it because it seems to be watching him.]

What the bloody hell do you think you're doing, mate? You don't belong here anymore than I do.

[Or maybe it wasn't a hawk at all, it was but John Constantine doesn't see that. No, the man thinks that the angels had a hand in all of this mess.]

I'm going to give him a piece of my mind. Not that it gets me anywhere but it's going to happen. One bloody way or another.

[He narrows his eyes a bit and watches the hawk a bit more.]

Bugger. You're recording this whole thing? Who are you sending it to?

[The hawk, unfortunately, doesn't see it fit to answer John. He'll let the master of the dark arts stew for a bit.]

[bloodychangeling]

I normally would have had something on me to offer you guys in return for information, but I didn't know I was-

[Toby cuts off in the middle of trying to talk to the things she's still assuming are pixies until they tell her otherwise when she hears rustling. Not soon enough, probably. Crap. At least she's got a human disguise on. She smiles uneasily, insinctively reaching for the thing on her shoulder that looks like a rosebush and a cat had a baby, even though it's not Spike or any of its relatives]

Besides the middle of nowhere Nope, sorry! The, uh, ocean's that way though [she points, then gestures at her still damp clothes indicating how she knows where the water is. Make him notice the fact she fell in the ocean, maybe he won't realize she was actually trying to hold a serious conversation with pixies]

hanako 'rosalina' nurumi; oc (eudio crau); ota

[hasitsthorns]

I. Crash Landing

[ With eight dogs in tow, there was absolutely no way Rose was taking a ship. She opts for the much safer version - a portal - since she's familiar with them. What she'd forgotten after almost a year in Eudio, however, is how absolutely nausea-inducing they are. This one especially is rough and it takes approximately .00000003 seconds after stepping out for her body to declare its protest of the ride. Ignore the woman on the beach emptying the contents of her stomach into the shallow waves. Eight dogs of various breed (one being a Pokemon) surround her, tails wagging slowly in concern. After a couple residual dry heaves, the blond falls back onto her butt into the sand and sighs.

Well, that wasn't so bad. She looks to her left. She could have been on that ship, which has obviously cras-

/record scratch ]

Oh, what the absolute fuck. [ She scrambles up to stand, kicking up sand as she runs towards the wreckage now. No one seems to be fatally injured, thankfully,
but definitely dazed from the impact. Woozy from the smoke. If you're one of the poor, unfortunate souls that happened to be on board Rose is coming to the rescue.
Though one of her canines might find you first. ]

Where the hell is the first aid kit in this thing? Can anyone heal?

II. Into The Words

[ By now, Rose has realized one of her dogs isn't quite like the others. Though his personality hasn't shifted, his... capabilities have. Apollo, a year old Golden Retriever, is apparently her daemon. He seems to be leading the pack (when he isn't distracted by chasing after a fairy) towards their destination and more digital than entirely dog. Strange, but the woman isn't about to be too concerned about it. He's been helpful in getting her the information she needs so far even if it isn't what she's wanted to hear.

What she is concerned about, however, is that in the journey here she seems to have lost the most important people. More important than anyone is Vanyel, which is whose world they were trying to get to... but she has a sneaking suspicion this isn't Tamriel. The woman hopes despite herself that she'll find him - find all her friends - among the refugees, but there's a sense of dread in the pit of her stomach that this world hop is one she'll be going alone. Again.

She's all smiles in the face of this, falling on old habits of bottling that shit up to cope. When she gathers up with the rest of the wayward world hoppers, she's friendly and a little spot of sunshine. ]

Anyone need a dog to cuddle? I've got plenty of those and they're definitely just in need of them as you are, I'll bet.

III. City/Network

Ya'll, I am video recording via dog. The future is here and I am absolutely here for it.

[ Pant, pant, borf. Apollo agrees. He can talk, of course, but that had seemed to startle Rose. Perhaps he'll ease into it as time goes on. For now, he remains very canine-esque as she stares into his eyes (which is admittedly a little strange, but she'll deal with it). ]

So, hey! My name's Rose. I was in a place called Eudio before this. [ 'I was supposed to arrive with someone', she thinks to say. She doesn't. A practiced smile hides her mounting worry. ] If anyone is familiar with it, please. Hit me up.

Otherwise, I'm in the city now and trying to figure all this housing out... Hopefully these apartments are big enough for eight dogs. If not, might have to invest in a house again. I'd almost paid my old one off, too, man.

[ A light laugh and shake of her head. ]

Anyway! I'm new, obviously, so I'm happy to talk to anyone or help out where I can.

III

[mordacita]

Rosie.

[ The relief in Rafa's voice is palpable. He's smiling, his eyes are warm, and he looks almost like himself - aside from the fact that he's wearing clothes borrowed from an abandoned city, of course. This shirt and jeans are not his neatly tailored finest, but they're the best he can do.

His face is also not entirely in focus. He leans forward and back, trying to find the best position, though it's still quite furry even when he gives up. It doesn't matter. As long as she can hear him that's all he cares about. ]

I am so glad to see you. I know of Eudio, of course. I found an apartment, and I am speaking to you via unicorn, believe it or not. Would you like directions? We should stay close together, I think.

Shane ( original character ) ota

[scarrings]

i. CRASHING DOWN

[ It all comes crashing down too fast. One second, his world's in danger. He can feel the way it retches and heaves. The way it the magic shifts and grinds on his skin and threatens to make the vampiric side of him heave with discomfort. His magic hadn't been meant to save only him. Yet when he looks up from the sand he's the only one there.

He's trembling as he picks himself up off the ground. His chest heaves with the air he swallows in deep gulps. He puts his arm up to keep the sun from his eyes, though the effort is shallow and does nothing to really help.

When he sees a blur in the distance, he starts making his way to whoever it is. At first he stumbles in the sand. It's hard to really deal with the fact that he was in a castle one second, and now he's standing on a beach. After some mental adjustment, and as the light stops burning his retinas, he jogs over to the other person he's found. ]

Hey. Are you okay? You're not hurt are you?

ii. CITY STYLE

[ Eventually, Shane makes his way to the city. The trek didn't have to take as long as it did, but he had many reasons for taking his time. Getting to know the area, getting information from the panda that trails behind him slowly, and just processing if he was being completely honest.

He reaches the city finally, already running a hand through the fur of the bear that is more comforting than he expected it'd be. ]

You'd almost think this was Earth. [ He laughs slightly to himself as he starts wondering the streets. ] Maybe with a little more decay, but it's not such a bad look overall.

iii. NETWORK

[ The video clicks on, Shane sitting back with a look of surprise as the panda tells him he's filming. ]

I can just start talking?

Yes. I've already begun the recording. When you are ready, you may begin.

Oh. [ Shane rubs the back of his neck. ] Guess I'm on, then.

Hello, everyone. My name is Shane. [ He lets out a deep breath, trying to settle his nerves a bit. ] I don't know if everyone else here is just as confused as I am, but it looks like we're going to be here awhile. So I wanted to introduce myself and offer my assistance in any way that I can.

[ He smiles again and shrugs. ] There's a number of things I can help with, including hunting and healing if needed. We can talk out what the need is, and I'll find a way to help as best I can.

Ah, I'm that's enough-- [ He starts. Stops again. Then finally add. ]

Also, if anyone has seen a shorter, Italian man with dark hair running around, could you let me know? He's slight with warm eyes and a huge grin, if that helps. His name is Rafaello, or Rafa if he likes you. Thank you.

That's enough, Vaid.

iv. WILDCARD

( ooc; open to any other kind of prompts here! )

3

[vexy]

Shane, huh?

[ Here was a fae who didn't look altogether pleased to see someone asking about Rafa, especially not with that name. ]

Which husband were you again? Number two? Five? Nine?

theodore ing ( original )

[fingerprint]

crash landing

[ The floor opened up beneath him - he knows it. Deep down, that's where he went, and deep down he knows that it was no accident. These things are never accidents, because circumstances always have a root in deliberate actions that simply spiral out of control. Theodore might have been called an accident himself, if not for the simple fact that his creation was very deliberate. Just not very well planned out.

His thud upon landing is ungraceful at best, and painful at worst, thoughts clawing out of the startled darkness to let him know there's sand in his mouth. Some blood from a cut on the inside of his lip, too, but mostly sand. No one will be surprised to learn that it's the worst combination of taste/texture ever.

First comes the spitting, then the improvised attempts to get it off his tongue and wincing at the inability of getting it out of his teeth, thus continuing the saga with hideous crunches every time he gives in to the impulse to chew.

It's enough to distract him from what just actually happened, until - ]

No - oh no. I'm gonna be late for dinner, this isn't good - I don't want to starve!

[ And it's not so much that his maker will be upset if he doesn't show up, it's more that he has zero money on him and believes that he'll stay stranded and starve without it. (He doesn't know how to cook. Or pick food right out of nature. He's never even been grocery shopping.) Fear of the unknown takes shape in what a growl of the stomach would feel like, man. ]

[bytte]

-- Be quiet, Teddy.

[He is not alone. That's something to be grateful for, perhaps. Louise appears seemingly from thin air, like a specter in Theodore's shadow. She looks a way that he'll have never seen her look before: angry. Her home is gone; her house, her belongings and the ghosts that haunt her.

They're all gone. ] I need to think.

Warrior of Light (Era Ra) | Final Fantasy XIV

[astralera]

1. Crash Landing

[ Era had visited Hydaelyn's realm many times before without any negative repercussions to show for it and so it only made sense to her that it would have been the same in this instance as well. Unfortunately for her this isn't the case, as her stomach seems quite enraged by the trip and her head quite can't seem to grasp which way it is facing.

She tumbles off of her trusted Chocobo with nary even a squeak of surprise, and though Peki tries to catch her with his beak his neck can't quite bend that far. The ground is slightly more forgiving than it would have been if it were stone, but she still manages to slice her forearm on the razor sharp edge of a shell. Not nearly the worst wound she has ever suffered, nor will it be the last.

Peki bends over and begins nudging her, yet Era would rather take this moment to collect herself as opposed to jump into motion. The Warrior of Light she may be, but that doesn't mean she is immune to the perils of travel sickness. ]

2. Into the Woods

[ There is a Carbuncle that isn't her Carbuncle all but attached to her side. It speaks. It explains things.

It unnerves her.

Era takes its advice wherever it is needed, though her skill as a master botanist and amateur fisher has so far meant the strange thing has kept mercifully quiet. She's tempted to summon her own Carbuncle to see what happens, but at the moment is comforted by the presence of Lily to bother. The healing capabilities of her fairy companion have more use in the current environment anyway.

She finds another worm where she's been digging for them and puts it in her pocket with the rest. There will be fish to be had for dinner tonight. ]

1

[poorlycopingstrategist]

Hey.

[The voice is soft, if a little uncertain, and if Era looks up she'll see a young man bending down to peer at her, hands spread in the universal gesture of "don't freak out I'm not going to hurt you." Better to make his presence known before trying to lend assistance, right?]

My name's Jamie. You need some help, here?

janus lefevre ⚔ closed

[stabbitystab]

closed to matthew lynch;

[this place would remind janus of florida, if they had at some point been present for a physically comparable catastrophic event in florida. plane crash, seven car pile-up. that sort of thing is always on the news around kissimmee and miami, but janus had never been there to see the panicking children, the gas fires, the broken concrete and metal. janus prefers it to the horror they saw off the shore of portugal, back at mythian academy. janus to prefers it to what they left behind.

at least they know what to do, more or less.

flying over the water is easy. flying in water, they've even had practice with in the past few months, during the boat trips with ezekiel. they can do it, diving like a cormorant into the salt sea, arms out over their head until they break the surface, and then pulling back to pull momentum when their harpy magic begins to gutter, not entirely fading, in the absence of open air. they save an older woman first-- drag her spluttering back to the beach, gasping for air, not in need of cpr. they go back. the second one they find is a boy, barrel-chested and haloed in bright blond ringlets, eyes closed. already unconscious.

it's not a good sign. janus draws him out of the water and brings him back to the beach. folds one hand over his other, on the boy's chest. chest compressions are easy-- they're stronger than they look by far, and the first solid thump against the boy's breastbone reassures them that this creature is certainly no more frail than human.]

[dreamkid]

[ The last thing Matthew remembers of his world is Cabeswater, and his mother, folding her arms around him (but by then he couldn't feel them; why couldn't he feel her, no matter how desperately he tried to cling back?) Everything, fractured, shaking itself apart, pulling itself back together, the blinding glare of light on water rushing up towards him, hitting that water like it was a solid thing, and then, well. Unfortunately, after that he's pretty sure he drowned.

It's been a rough day. Matthew, thankfully, has a certain resiliency that comes by way of being a human-like person made out of non-human stuff and there's no long drawn-out scene of Janus having to exhaust themself on their resuscitation efforts. After a few compressions Matthew jerks back to consciousness, and most of the seawater exits his lungs and mouth with a splashy sort of "glup", allowing him to suck in an enormous breath. Which burns, causing him to cough again, a few more times. ]

What--

[ Nope, still too early to talk, too early to sit up, which he was also attempting to do. Cough, hack, shudder, lying back down, staring up at Janus with impossibly round eyes. The heaving of his chest slowly settles, but his heart rate is still way up there. ]

Did I die?

[ It definitely seems like he stopped being alive at some point in all this. If he is dead though: 1) heaven is a lot saltier than he expected, 2) Jesus looks a lot more like Joseph Kavinsky than he expected, and 3) why does everything hurt? ]

Ronan Lynch | The Raven Cycle

[fiachdubh]

i. the beach

[When Ronan wakes up, the first thing he sees is sand. The grains appear massive, but that's because he's pressed against the ground, his face hurting. When he takes stock, actually - everything hurts, from head to toe, body feeling like one of a broken doll. He closes his eyes, pushes up with a grunt, arms trembling with the effort. He is one walking - almost walking - bruise, covered in sand and scratches.

Opening his eyes again is an effort, and there is fear there, because this is not home, it is definitely not Cabeswater, and it's possible his world is gone - and everyone in it, too. The thought is like the Unmaker carving into his stomach from the inside out, breaking him apart piece by piece.

Kerah! The sound makes him look up immediately, his heart lurching when he sees Chainsaw flying down in lazy circles until she lands in front of him. But it's not - soon enough, she's startled talking to him, and explaining the situation, where he is. His world is dying, but not quite dead yet. Time to get that fixed, then.

He looks down at Chainsaw - no, Chainsawd, she's a daemon, not his actual bird, and grits his teeth. There is sand in his mouth.]

Do you even know where I can get some fucking water around here?

ii. the forest

[He feels like he's been walking for hours, but maybe - maybe time is a different construct in this forest, like in Cabeswater. This place is definitely different from home, and the trees, as he walks through them with Chainsawd on his shoulder, feel taller than they should be, hiding the sunlight more, the canopy too thick. Maybe it's just Ronan, for once not entirely feeling at home in a forest. Like he's a foreign entity in a world made for someone else.

He wonders if he can still dream, here.

He can't really stop to check, not right now when he's alone, vulnerable and somewhere without any protection. Someone could just easily slit his throat while he's not paying attention.

There's a campfire, a few yards away, and Ronan isn't - he isn't much of a sociable creature, or nice, but maybe whoever lit that fire can give him some information, or at least, a match. Sometimes, you just gotta suck it up, and put on your best Gansey smile.]

Hi. How'd you get that fire started?

[There. Polite, concise, etc etc. Totally not abrupt.]

iii. wildcard

[Throw me anything!]

((will match brackets or prose, I don't mind either!))

forest!!

[rekt]

[ seated by the fire is a scrawny teenage boy, and it seems fire wasn't the only thing he was capable of putting together. there's a hut somewhere nearby constructed by branches strapped together and larger plant leaves laid over it and closing it in, some meat nearby that was probably once a rabbit or other small forest critter, and a longer stick that looks a lot like a spear. but for now, murphy's huddled up by the fire, with one of those big ass white elk things just chilling behind him being a nice back rest (thanks, daemon), head popping up to peer at this other kid that comes wandering up. this'll be fun, considering he isn't nearly anyone sociable or nice either. ]

You can do it the old fashion, rubbing sticks together way. But assuming you don't want to spend an hour being freaking miserable-- [ Digging in the ratty backpack that sat next to him, Murphy pulls out a small lighter, one he'd had packed in his 'in case of apocalypse emergency' bag, because he's a person who's legitimately paranoid of that. coming out of a world like that, into a place as unnaturally peaceful as eudio, it'd been a thing he carried everywhere with him. fortunately enough, he was actually prepared for this end of the world.

however, even if he had two lighters, john murphy isn't the kind of person to give away supplies vital for his survival out of charity. he doesn't know any of these people, outside of kavinsky and aric (the former of which is probably in a hut like thing somewhere crying about having to touch dirt) so he hardly trusts a borrowed item to be returned either. ]

Grab some dry sticks and leaves and I'll light it for you. [ he isn't completely an unsharing douche, but mostly, yeah. ] Or, I can teach you the cave man method.

[ rubbing sticks together and being angry. ]

adam parrish ( the raven cycle | ota )

[aberth]

Ｂｅａｃｈ．

[ His first coherent thought, when he realises he's drowning, is that he can't feel Cabeswater. It's there and gone in a flash, a quick flicker of consciousness before panic sets in and Adam kicks up with his legs desperately. He has no idea which way is up, he can't even remember how he got here, but somehow he breaks the surface of the waves with a splash, pulling in a heaving breath. He has to blink repeatedly to get the salt water from his eyes and when he does he almost wishes he hadn't.

Everything is on fire.

Adam swears brokenly and pushes himself towards the shore, thankful that even though he never tried out for the swim team he did spend one too hot summer learning how in a shitty creek. His bones feel heavy when he stumbles onto the sand, smoke making his throat ache as he steers himself towards the nearest crashed wreckage and whoever is trying to escape. ]

Hey. [ This is not Adam Parrish's usual polished accent, instead it's sore and raw and worried and he sinks to his knees to reach for questing hands. ] I got you, come on.

Ｆｏｒｅｓｔ．

[ For all he had worried in the beginning that it would own him, Adam finds the absense of magic under his skin as terrifying as the deadness in his ear. He can't stop trying to reach for it in the very same way he'd originally felt out the skin at the side of his head, flushed hot with dread. The forest around him offers no comfort, even though he presses a hand to the bark and breathes in anyway, trying to connect. His daemon, a rough looking thing, flea-bitten and clearly a mongrel, keeps talking, rattling off information that Adam can't, or won't, hear right now.

He needs to know if he's the only one, he needs to know if the others are here. He doesn't want to be alone. He needs to survive, and it's an odd thought, because hadn't that been what he was doing all these years? Helplessly, he thinks of Ronan and Gansey and Blue, taking heavy steps towards the camp. Someone is struggling with getting a fire lit and while it isn't a skill he likes to brag about, the dead of winter can be cold in a junkyard. ]

Let me help. You have to do it like this.

Ｃｉｔｙ．

[ Adam has been arguing with his daemon for what feels like an eternity. He'd been picking his way through the vines when the ... he doesn't know what to call it yet, and thinking of it as a dog just makes him feel crazy ... had informed him they had the keys to his apartment. Adam had obviously denied that, seeing as the only home he has his name on is St. Agnes, and then after repeated protests he can feel his temper rising. ]

Listen --. I'm not from here. I don't live here. I don't have a fucking apartment.

[ Usually he's much more controlled than this.

Usually he hasn't just fallen through a portal to another world with no sight nor sound of his friends anywhere.

The daemon repeats the address and Adam runs a dirty hand through his dirty hair and sighs. ] Jesus Christ, okay, show me.

Ｗｉｌｄｃａｒｄ．

[ Anything goes! ]

wildcard - HOPE THIS IS OK

[helical]

[ alec is in the forest, trailed by a snow leopard who seems intent on following him while ignoring his presence. to his advantage, right now, since he doesn't want it to get in the way, and he would really rather have preferred something small and useful like maybe an actual phone shape. or a bracelet of some kind.

he's watching the perimeter here, because he adventured himself further and came face to face with a rock troll. he escaped with some scrapes and scratches, easily taken care of with an iratze, but that won't be the case for others, so he's keeping an eye out.

he nearly trips on his daemon, who blinks at him and goes on pretending that wasn't intentional while he curses under his breath.

when he looks up, he catches sight of someone walking toward the more dangerous zone. he starts to make his way to him, walking fast and calling out. ] Hey — Get back! Don't go over there.

elania | original | ota

[motivation]

CRASH LANDING

[ the world is ending, or so it seems: there is fire and even the king's men have abandoned their posts to flee, creatures that shouldn't exist rising from the sea and others trampling the land, smashing houses underneath their feet. elania runs — into the woods first and then on instinct into a river that she's never seen, shimmering in a way she associates with the forbidden art. (it's not much of an art, she's found.)

she's dragged under and when she fights her way back to the surface, when she breaks through gasping for air, the world is quiet, or at least more quiet than it was before: no more creatures, no more death and destruction — or less of it, anyway, though there are people around her gasping for air, looking confused, some shouting for help.

elania doesn't stick around to pull anyone from a wreckage: she heads to the shore and then inland, hair and dress dripping wet, her shoulders curled inward and her gaze suspicious. ]

INTO THE CITY

[ even with vines growing over buildings, the city is cleaner and more beautiful than any elania has seen in her life so far. there's no stink of rotten fruit or piss in the streets. the houses are impossibly tall.

elania finds shelter in an empty house. there's a bed on the ground floor, a kitchen that she cannot make sense of. it's all right: she can make a fire on the ground and she's brought along some dead rabbits she'd caught in the wood, some mushrooms she'd collected. the fox who calls himself sharid and has been telling her about this world curls up by her feet.

it's almost peaceful — until someone stumbles into the shelter she's chosen for herself and elania gets to her feet, hands going for a knife she lost somewhere in transitioning from one world to another. ] What do you want?

[ she's not sharing her food unless you've got something to offer in return. ]

NETWORK (no id set)

[ elania doesn't know how to write — not on parchment and certainly not on a holographic keyboard. her first network post is, consequently, the result of an attempt at swiping away that holographic thing: ] aersdfghkm

[ at some point, after she's renamed sharid ardeniad because it pays to remember whence you came, especially when there is so much about her heritage that elania just doesn't know, she figures out how to take a video. so here is a blurry shot of a young woman in a dark dress made from coarse material that looks like it's ripped and been patched up repeatedly. ]

Who is king here and what are the laws against magic? [ she hates having to ask even this much, but — she'd rather know just how careful she'll need to be to survive. ]

network, also no id set ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[deadwake]

[ Fuck keyboards, honestly. The same to rest of this place, and the fact that speaking to another human first requires speaking to an animal. Any annoyance is easily disguised, though, or felt and passed over for something more useful. He looks calm as he leans forward on his knees, peering into the reflective eyes opposite him. ]

If you have to ask, he isn't much of a king.

[ Which is fine by him. The fewer kings, the better. ]

And I believe laws are kept for things that exist.

aida | d&d-style oc

[ailindor]

A. CRASH LANDING

[ The idea of something threatening Aida's home-world isn't entirely unfamiliar; there have been numerous attacks from several different entities throughout the ages and each time they've managed to come out on top. But as everything starts to fall apart around her, the world turning to rubble and flames unlike anything even the most ancient people have seen, it becomes painfully clear that fighting isn't enough.

Although she's ashamed of turning tail and running when given the opportunity, despite doing everything within her power to stop the fall of the world, Aida takes the exit presented to her. She grabs onto the fur of Kimba, her snow leopard, and the two step through the portal that opens up before her. Unfortunately it appears right above the water, just far enough out that they fall into the waist-high waves, Kimba taking the brunt of the fall. (Which is a good thing, considering the bow and quiver on Aida's back that may not have taken the graceless landing too well had she ended up on her back.)

She lets out a curse in a language most around her are unlikely to recognize, the bottom of her traveling robes, trousers, and her boots soaked through. Her hair, styled in such a way that it covers most of her ears and falls in a long, intricate braid down the middle of her back seems unharmed by the fall. Thankfully. ]

What a lovely welcome, [ she mutters to Kimba who, soaked from head to tail, stands up grumpily in the water, shaking himself off despite still being chest deep in the water. ] Come on then; let's get out of this before my boots end up irreparably waterlogged. [ Aida turns to head for the shoreline, hoping Kimba hadn't managed to soak anyone nearby... ]

B. THE CITY

[ Aida has seen her fair share of grandiose, beautiful cities but this... Completely ignoring the greenery that seems to have taken over the structures of the buildings, it's unlike anything she's ever seen before. Even with her still wet garments from the landing and the still soaked Kimba beside her, Aida pauses just inside the city limits, eyes wide as she slowly turns to take in everything within sight.

It's breathtaking, really, and she settles a hand on Kimba's shoulder almost to help her keep her balance. In her other hand is her bow, hanging now limply at her side but easily readied, should she need it. ] It's beautiful, [ she says, completely unaware of anyone that might be near her that may think she's talking to them.

Later on, her clothing mostly dry now (aside from her boots which will need to be hung out for a while) and Kimba's fur hardly damp to the touch anymore, Aida can be found wandering through the streets. She still looks rather dumbfounded by her surroundings, although there's a wide smile on her face. She almost looks like a kid in a candy store. ]

Pardon me, [ she'll say when movement nearby catches her eye, her gaze shifting to the person that had been walking past her. ] Have you found anyone that is actually familiar with this place? Perhaps someone who can point us in the direction of a tavern, or a member of the city guard?

C. NETWORK

-ose within the city can then see me?

[ It's a blurry image of Aida that comes onto the network. Her daemon's just recently found her and has been explaining how the network works, something that seems like magic far beyond her understanding. ]

Yes. They can see you now, if you'd like to say hello.

Oh! [ Aida looks surprised, eyebrows lifting to her hairline nearly, and then she smiles. ] Greetings. Evidently this creature--

Daemon, [ It interrupts. ]

Daemon, [ Aida says with a brief nod of apology at her daemon before continuing on, ] Allows me to reach out to others who have arrived here. I must say, it's impressive magic if that truly is the case! Has everyone been found by one of these daemons?

[ She pauses for a moment, thinking, before she lets out a soft chuckle. ] I suppose if anyone out there hasn't then they would be hard-pressed to tell me as much.

[ The image jostles for a moment, the daemon startling as a snow leopard comes briefly into view before the image cuts out. ]

D. CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE

hmu with whatever you'd like! also, i'll match brackets or prose, whichever you'd prefer!

c. video

[lacquers]

[ This video starts with a view of a well-dressed and somewhat colorfully arrayed individual. Little bit flighty.

The video, not the man. ]

I haven't met anyone who hasn't been found, as you put it. [ 'Been found' does seem like the best wording in this situation, doesn't it? ] You seem to have two companions there! Are they getting along well?

Aric Dominija | The Arcana Chronicles (Eudio CRAU) | OTA

[deathstouch]

{ Woods }

[ Despite the fact that everyone seems to be in the same circumstance, Aric is hesitant to trust anyone other than Kavinsky and reluctantly Murphy. He insists they set up to the outskirts. It isn't difficult to gather enough food for them to eat, Aric's spent more than enough nights like this and setting up for the night makes it easier to not contemplate what happened and what all of it means.

He wanders away from the camp a little ways to have a moment's peace (because Kavinsky and Murphy aren't exactly the most quiet bunch). They're still within his line of sight (barely) and if one yelled he'd certainly hear it. His swords are sheathed once more and Alize, his dog, is underfoot while Thanatos is tied to one of the trees, just in case.

He doesn't have any particular interest in speaking to anyone as he finds halfway sturdy log to sit on, wishing that he had his flask just then. ]

{ Network }

[ Luckily, he's had to adapt to many technological advances over the centuries and while he was slightly disturbed when a holographic keyboard projects from Alize's stomach when the dog rolls over, he doesn't say anything contrary about it.

Instead, he contemplates the message that he wishes to send. ]

I realize that many people here are from other places. Where you came from did you have a power that was suppressed there?
Do you know if it is available again since you've come here?

{ Wildcard }

[ Feel free to hit me up with anything else you would like! Certainly open to scenes set in the city and otherwise! ]

( network )

[incomparabilis]

[ this is definitely a suspicious, faintly uncertain stare, as if they're vaguely expecting the text to explode. ]

What do you mean, suppressed? Were you slave?

Sarah Reese | Chicago Med | OTA

[indeterminates]

{ Into the Woods }

[ There are probably a lot of important things that Sarah should be doing, there's plenty of things that probably needed sorted and taken care of. Instead, she's got a notebook and pen out and is writing down notes and making quick sketches of the wildlife and anything around her that catches her interest. Of course, the entire event that brought her is quite traumatic and she's actually quite worried but if she keeps busy you almost wouldn't noticed the worried lines on her brow or the fact she is nearly biting her nails her fingers might start bleeding at any moment.

She finally looks up from the notebook, glancing around with furrowed brow. Still, she doesn't see anyone she knows. Does that mean she was the only one that was -- is it an escape or a cosmic kidnapping? She really has no idea what to think of it. She's not convinced that she's not having a psychotic break.

With a heavy sigh she turns back to the notebook and in search of more interesting things to catalog. She's not paying all that much attention to the sounds or anything else around her but what she's documenting so maybe she trips over someone's foot or a rock in her path. ]

{ Network }

[ The camera is clearly much too close to Sarah's face but she's trying to figure out exactly how a mouse is supposed to help her talk to people. ]

How is this supposed to work?

Opal ( The Raven Cycle )

[orphangirl]

{ Crash }

[ Something had been wrong. It wasn't like Ronan's nightmares. It wasn't like anything that Opal knew and she knew a lot of strange things. When she stumbles out of the portal she knows that she's alright but she doesn't know where Ronan is and that sends panic racing through her.

She moves away from where she had been spit out on the beach, the sand and her hooves not getting along the best and she walks carefully and searches for some place to hide. There's wreckage and other people. Her hands twist into her dress as she moves along the beach. She doesn't yet notice the woods or she would have run straight for it.

She wants to yell for Ronan but she's too scared too. Beware of approaching the small hooved blond girl in a white skull cap. She'll probably kick you in the shin with her hooves. ]

{ Wildcard }

[ Hit me up with whatever you like! ]

Crash

[bloodychangeling]

[Toby's trying to make her way from the beach as quickly as she can--going to the Undersea wasn't anywhere near enough to take away the effects of fourteen years as a fish--but something catches her attention behind her. She wouldn't have stayed alive so long if she wasn't actually pretty observant.

Her eyes--pale gray, since she hasn't thought yet to cast an illusion over herself--widen as she takes in the child not far away. She doesn't look Fae, at least not like any Fae Toby knows, but definitely not human. That's enough for Toby to step forward with a tiny smile, hands out to show she'd not armed, one hand only moving a little to shove her hair behind one sharply pointed ear]

Hey there. Are you okay? [stupid question Toby. No one could be 'okay' right now] I mean, are you hurt?

fausta ( original )

[incomparabilis]

( forest )
( a )
[ it's not the first time fausta's been stranded, but it's the first time they've been stranded in quite this manner. they're still not entirely certain what happened, or where beaux is, but that can't be their first concern, either. instead, they head inland, away from the people and the chaos, and eventually find a quiet spot to tend to their injuries.

they're minor, thankfully, and they're already healing from them, but they're covered in sand and salt-water and annoyed about it. they strip their gear off, laying it out to dry (pistol, knife, sealed rations container, useless communications equipment, a medkit), then peel their fitted jumpsuit down to their waist, examining a cut on their forearm. there's a thoughtful pause, then they simply lift it to their face, licking the cut clean.

.. ah. ]


( b ) | cw: small animal death
[ fausta hadn't been expecting to come across a campfire so quickly, but there they are. it seems as if at least a few of the people who'd arrived here with them aren't so useless, after all.

they've been hunting, and though every instinct says that they should turn and walk away, they still force themself to step silently into the small clearing, chin lifted and scarlet eyes bright and warning. there's a pair of rabbits in one hand held by their ears and still squirming, a third gripped in their other hand. a silent pause, then they lift the third rabbit to their mouth, teeth snapping neatly through the spine. they spit out blood and fur, then offer it out, mouth still streaked red. ]

You eat meat? [ their voice is as androgynous as their appearance, neither entirely feminine nor masculine, and that accent is entirely foreign. ] Keep up your strength.


( city )
[ despite the first impression one may have gotten from fausta, it seems as if they're perfectly at ease in a city, and can in fact be found browsing through one of the shops for what looks like skirts and maybe nice shoes? listen, just because they're trapped there for the time being doesn't mean they have to look like some sort of refugee.

they're certainly no less on their guard, though, because the moment a strange sound reaches their ears, they're spinning, pistol already humming dangerously as they bring it up to aim at whoever was unfortunate enough to come upon them. --at their feet, a massive, reptilian-looking cat-like creature sits--their daemon, clearly--blinking serenely at the intruder.

for a moment, two, fausta doesn't budge, staring hard.. but then they lower the pistol and holster it again, reaching up instead to push a few heavy locks of hair back from their face. ] You are in time. [ in time for what? they pick up a pair of leggings and lift them so they can be seen. they're definitely too short for fausta, but-- ] Do you think these will hold up? They seem very flimsy.


( network )
[ fausta's pretty much naked as they bend to tilt their daemon's chin up, adjusting the camera, just a wrap around their waist. it brings further attention to the inhuman proportions, the small breasts and sharp bones of their hips. they lift both hands to the heavy, damp weight of their hair, twisting it to wring the water out as they frown into the camera. ]

I have had days here. [ the frown deepens, whipcord tail flicking beneath the fabric. ] I know that we all come from different planets, some from an Earth that I have never seen. All from great disasters. [ their eyes drop away, and they busy themself braiding their hair. ] .. What I want to know is, does that mean that reality as we know it is gone? Are the people that we once knew-- [ and loved. ] --gone?

[ a beat, and they take a bracing breath, lifting their chin again. ] We should also pool resources, yes? This place provides, but not everything. What can you do?

network;

[pillz]

[an impossible, phantasmic, incorporeal keyboard is probably a good time to start relaxing on the 'no video' rule. but old habits die hard, and kavinsky still has the paranoia of a drug dealer.]

if u beleive tehr obot wearing my dogs skin,

[sorry. his spelling was always atrocious, but the decline is significant now.]

worlds stillt ehre. just super jacked up & froze in time. we gonan fix it by making out & playin barbies except grownup size and there fuckin shrooms & sci-fi nature mould growin on everythin
my friend got a unicorn
dunno how i feel about it bsides what the fck
what r u in the market 4
by 'pool' do u mean u just xepect me 2 give u shit 4 free

Darlene Alderson | Mr. Robot | OTA

[rootaccess]

▷▷▷ DIR:\CityLife.dat

[ Walking through the city feels familiar in the way that places in dreams feel familiar when they actually aren't. It has all of the architecture of the city that Darlene knows and loves, the city where their revolution was born. But all of that steel, metal, and concrete that she was used to seeing has been replaced with winding vines and plant life sprouting from everywhere.

And not the kind of plant life that the City of New York planted to make things less dull and dreary -- to brighten up the city, as they called it. -- but real, natural foliage. The kind that only mother nature herself could manage.

Is this what the end of the world looks like? When their revolution is finished is this all that will be left? When things finally come crashing down, is this going to be all that remains when the dust clears? Darlene hadn't ever been motivated by the endgame of it all, FSociety and its work thrilled her in the moment and being the "ringleader" of it all gave her an adrenaline rush that she'd never felt before. Darlene lived for the steps that it took to get them there and the danger that that entailed -- even if that danger meant watching the Dark Army unload an entire clip of bullets into her boyfriend only a few short feet in front of her.

Now that she's made it to what she assumes is the end of it all it feels.... Anticlimactic.

The fire and chaos on the beach when she'd arrived felt more like what she'd expected. But she didn't stick around there for very long to see exactly how it panned out.

Hanging from a thin piece of elastic wrapped around her wrist is a mask, corny, gimmicky and looking like something found in the bottom of a bargain bin a week after Halloween. Except for every few moments, this mask speaks. Its voice an unsettling mixture of haunting and comical, a familiar voice to Darlene that sounds like it's been slightly warped for the sake of anonymity.

The mask doesn't offer much help. She keeps asking about Elliot -- if he's okay, if he's there, if it even knows who the hell she's talking about, but to no avail. All the daemon gives her is little quips about the places that she passes, suggestions that are meant to be helpful but do nothing more than leave Darlene bristling with obvious annoyance, and directions to a home that the stupid thing keeps claiming belongs to her. ]

Oh my God. [ Her fingers twitch with the need for a cigarette, she hadn't woken up today prepared for this kind of stress. ] If you're not going to help me, then how do I get you to shut up?

[ She yanks her arm up, looking at her daemon right in the two open holes it has for eyes, as though staring it down would work as a form of intimidation to a somewhat-inanimate object. ]

▷▷▷ DIR:\OnTheNetwork.txt

[ When the feed starts, there's nothing more than a 20-something year old girl with dark brown waves of hair and a pair of heart-shaped sunglasses perched on top of her head, keeping the tresses out of her face. She's regarding whatever the object she's speaking to with obvious skepticism. ]

So, what? I just start talking and you broadcast it to the world?

[ There's something nicely familiar about that. ]

That's right! Just like the good old days, ain't it? Maybe start off with something like "Hello, Evil Corp!"? For old times sake.

[ Fond memories, it's almost tempting A grin quirks at the very corner of her lips as she leans forward, inspecting her daemon at a much closer vantage point. Her mind too busy turning over with the idea of something else to pay any mind to the fact that it's already in 'broadcast it to the world' mode. ]

What are you running on, anyway? This looks like pretty sophisticated stuff, but no matter how advanced things are... [ Give Darlene Alderson the award for world's most dramatic eyeroll at the word advanced. ] I'm good at a lot of things, one of them happens to be staying one step ahead.

[ Sudden jarring movement, like a violent earthquake shaking the entire video frame for a good few moments. After a few curses and thoughtful hum's the camera stills, pointing directly at the floor between Darlene's feet, clad in clunky black boots that need to be tied before the feed abruptly ends. ]

▷▷▷ DIR:\Wildcard.exe

Anything you'd like! Throw it at me! Will match brackets or prose!

Blue Sargent | The Raven Cycle | OTA

[amplifyings]

[ and i crashed landed ]


[ Blue knows how to swim, she's actually a fairly strong swimmer when it all comes down to it -- probably not enough to pull another person to shore if they were drowning, but enough to keep herself afloat and get from one point to another without any difficulty. -- but suddenly it's like her body has forgotten the steps it takes to get mobile in the water. She panics and flails, inhaling water and being unable to cough any of it up while still being submerged completely.

And, like anyone who's ever panicked in the water, she immediately starts to sink. Like a rock dropping straight to the bottom of... whatever she's in. She tastes saltwater, likely the ocean and who knows just how far of a drop it would have been before she reached the bottom. It takes everything Blue has to calm herself, to send the signals from her brain to her limbs to start moving.

Her lungs burn for oxygen, the edges of her consciousness start to slowly fade out and she's not entirely sure she'll even make it to the surface of the water. She spent too much time in a sinking frenzy and now has to cover twice as much ground -- or water, technically -- to get back. Blue on the very brink of passing out when she finally reaches the surface and inhales deeply.

Immediately she coughs and sputters, battling with getting air into her lungs where there had once been nothing but seawater. Her hands scrub over her face, clearing the water from her eyes and pushing her soaked hair back on her forehead.

And then she sees it. Another something floating a short distance away. A piece of debris? (There was plenty of it around, after all. And even more, it looks, on the shore.)

No. A person?

Kicking herself into gear, Blue quickly covers the distance between herself and the floating body -- which, as she comes upon it, she really hopes isn't dead. She's not sure her stomach could handle that just yet. Reaching out with a careful hand she nudges the body enough that it turns over and...

Yep. It's dead.

Bile crawls up the back of Blue's throat and after literally nor more than a second of staring at the corpse in disbelief, she's almost comically booking it to the shore as fast as her little limbs can carry her. The second she reaches the shore, she digs her fingers in the sand and retches. Nothing more than bile and saltwater leaving her before she's doing nothing more than dry heaving.

She knew her stomach couldn't handle it.

It takes Blue a few short seconds before she finally calms and focuses on the reality around her -- fire, screaming, people running in every direction, pure chaos that sends her heart racing with panic. ]

Where am I? What's happening? [ She asks no one in particular -- and avoids voicing the most important question in her mind: Why was someone dead? (And, the follow up question: Who were they?) ]



[ are we out of the woods yet? ]


[ While there's still the bustle of people, as well as the scurrying of creatures around, there's significantly less chaos in the forest. It's busy and just as loud, but not in a way that causes a deafening sort of panic, in a way that Blue finds relaxing, comforting, and maybe even just a little bit familiar.

In the vaguest of ways, of course, the wildlife is different than any she's ever seen. The plants look like a mixture of real and fantasy, and there are treehouses and small camps around that remind her of Neverland and Peter Pan's lost boys. Although, it seems as though there are far more adults around than children who never want to grow up. (To be fair, Blue isn't even sure herself which one she is. Stuck right in the middle of being too young and too old -- she'd like to meet the person who claimed teenage years were the best times of a person's life, she'd probably punch them right in the face.

Following the girl through the woods is a small sapient tree, scurrying around her feet and pointing one of its long branch-like appendages at different berries, plants, and mushrooms and letting Blue know which were safe to eat.

(All done in a somewhat robotic-sounding voice, but Blue doesn't question it, nor where it comes from considering the little thing doesn't have a mouth. Just leaves, twigs and a few aphids that had jumped on for a ride and a quick snack. There's already enough here that she doesn't understand, so she just adds it to the growing list.) ]

These berries are safe for humanoid consumption.

[ Blue crouches down to eye the fruit growing from a vine that's wrapped an endless number of times around the thick trunk of a tree. ]

Could you stop calling me a humanoid? [ She picks off one of the berries and inspects it, as though she's able to tell whether it's fatal or not by doing nothing more than looking at it. ]

What would you prefer to be called?

[ Popping the berry into her mouth, she eyes the little plant as it alternates between balancing on each of its "legs". ] Blue is fine.

Blue. Adjective. Of a color intermediate between green and violet, as of the sky or sea on a sunny day. Also; melancholy, sad, or depressed. Or; a joke, movie, or sto--

I know what my name means. I know what my names means. [ She liked trees a lot better when they didn't talk. ] Now, [ And in goes another 'safe for humanoid consumption' berry into her mouth. ] you wouldn't be able to build something, would you?

[ She'd probably have better luck asking an actual person, but... ]



[ out on the network ]


Are you sure anyone can even see me?

[ First, there's just the voice of a girl. Not so young as to obviously be written off as that of a child, but still just shy of being a full grown woman. There's a tone to the voice that's distinctly teenager paired with the drawn out vowels, clipped syllables and occasionally mashed together sounds of a Henrietta accent.

Southern, but not so far that it sounds like a different dialect of English completely. Southern like sticky humidity, cold glasses of sweet tea and late summer thunderstorms. ] You have all of these leaves in the way-- and where's the camera even?

[ The video suddenly comes into focus and there's the form of Blue Sargent standing in all five feet of her eccentric glory. Dressed today in a sundress that looks to be made from three layers of completely different fabrics in contrasting prints, high-top Converses that she's attacked with paint, markers, a needle and thread, and various other art supplies and her short, wild hair pinned away with tens of clips that fo very little to keep it controlled. ]

I am currently recording.

[ Blue straightens up, suddenly she has no clue what she wants to say. What does one say when addressing an unknown group of people at large? ]

Hi. I'm Blue.

[ Nailed it. ]

Has anyone else gotten the hang of these things yet? [ She points at the camera, obviously meaning the daemon that's doing the recording. ] There's not an instruction manual or something right? Mine doesn't re--

[ The video ends, but voices can still be heard. ]

Transmission ended

I wasn't done yet! You can't just cut me of--



[ wildcard ]


Whatever you want is whatever I want! Brackets or prose, I'll match whatever.

Niall Lynch | The Raven Cycle

[pygmalionist]

the crash

[Amid the chaos and destruction, there stands a very tall man and a very small woman. The man, Niall Lynch, is wildly handsome in a dark and strange sort of way. The woman has a burlap sack over her head, tied at her delicate throat. He's dressed head-to-toe in black, and she in a green gown that appears vaguely medieval in style. He's too tall for her to rest her chin on his shoulder, but she's trying. It's a task made more difficult by the ropes that keep her hands tied behind her back, throwing her off-balance.]

Muiread.

[He's speaking to the woman, though he only tilts his head just slightly in her direction. His accent is Northern Irish, plainly Belfast to a local.]

If you really want to make yourself useful, find my son.

[And by that he means the only son worth finding.]

the forest

[Others may not have five-star accommodations, but this particular scoundrel has somehow found himself a bed. Not a sleeping bag or a cot, but a massive canopy bed fit for a king, draped with velvet curtains and ermine blankets to keep away the chill of night. He's placed it at the center of a small clearing, where the moonlight can illuminate it like a stage set.

Niall's still awake, so the drapes are open, leaving him in plain sight as he sits at the foot of the mattress and pens something in a small leather-bound journal. His daemon, Muiread, sits on the forest floor in front of him, her wrists tied to the bedpost to keep her from attempting to join him. Niall rarely glances at her, dividing his attention between his book and the bottle of whiskey beside him.]

wildcard

( Hit me. )

[dreamkid]

[ Matthew angelic curls and face alone are enough to score him a blanket and a spot near a fire, his innocence and good manners were just icing on the cake, but even so for once in his life sleep isn't coming to him easily. Maybe it's the excitement (a mild word for it, to say the least) of the day, or the roots poking into his back, or the random bursts of chattiness from his daemon.

Whatever the reason, he's not sleeping, but instead meandering around with the blanket wrapped around him like a cloak and an overly large butterfly clinging to his shoulder, and that's how he stumbles into the clearing.

Whoa, that's a nice bed there. He only knows one person who could magic a bed out of thin air like that; a smile stretches across his face and he starts jogging forward eagerly. ]

Ro--

[ No, it's not Ronan. He realizes it right away, the second he catches a better glimpse of the person seated on the mattress, and abruptly stops. ]

No way, [ he breathes, stunned. Even Matthew, sweet, stupid Matthew, has the split second thought: it's a trick. But that's not enough to keep him still, he starts back towards the center of the clearing almost immediately, picking up his pace. ]

Dad? [ Uncertain at first, and then-- ] Dad!