SEPTEMBER TEST DRIVE

[thespaceopera]

THE FALL TEST DRIVE MEME
(Or Spring Test Drive for you Southern Hemisphere folks!)

Got someone you want to try out before you app? Well this is the post for it! Feel free to use anything that fits in the setting of Drift Fleet! Want to play bumper shuttles? Want to go wild in a med bay? Play around with the current plot? Have at it!

Threads from the Test-Drive may be made game "canon" but DO NOT count toward AC!

FOR NEW PLAYERS: You DO NOT NEED an invite to participate in the TEST DRIVE! If you decide to APP into the game, ONLY THEN will you need an invite from a current player!

Helpful Info for Ideas!:

September's Star System

Game Details

Test drives are posted SEASONALLY, so the next one will be in December!

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alphinaud leveilleur | final fantasy xiv

[aetherflows]

[ I. THAT NEW TOWN SMELL ]

[This is truly incredible. It's Alphinaud's first time being on a different planet entirely, and to say he's a bit overwhelmed is an understatement. He has a notebook and he's jotting down notes as fast as he can, all while he drifts in and out of the packed streets. He's asking ten thousand questions too-- local wildlife, where to go, have they ever heard of aether, etc... The kid's insatiable. He's just above four and a half feet tall so he has to stand on things to get a better view, but that doesn't dull his excitement any.

He doesn't slow down until he passes by a food stall and sees tiny ginger cookies. His expression lifts and then breaks immediately after, thinking of chill mornings in Sharlayan and warm treats waiting for the siblings on the stove.]

E-- excuse me! A dozen, if you please.

[... Can't resist.]

[ II. FORTUNE TELLING ]

[Astrology and star-reading is nothing if not a Sharlayan art, but he's surprised to see it in a different universe. That doesn't mean he'll accept just anyone's interpretation, though. The fortune teller looks a bit bewildered to have some pointy-eared asshole telling her exactly why she's wrong.]

No, no, you're thinking of my sister. We may look alike, but she fits the description of the-- what card was it?-- she fits that far more than I do. If ever an arcana was chosen for me, it always ended up being Balance, not to be confused with--

[And he goes on about some arcana that certainly no one from this planet has ever heard of, let alone anyone from Earth, because what the fuck is the 'Arrow' and the 'Spire' and now he's actually switched the subject to predestination and

-- the fortune teller looks at you, yes you. Please save her from this overenthusiastic know-it-all going on about stars and how some people depended on reading them when they really should've been doing other things.]

[III. CREWMATES]

[Alphinaud is still not quite used to the idea of space. No matter how well he gets on planetside, the weird technology in the kitchen is a complete mystery to him. His generation is still firmly mired in steampunk, while half-magical Allagan contraptions are beyond his ken.

To this end, he has accidentally resurrected an old tradition of many games before him: exploding the microwave.]

By the Twelve! Why is it smoking?! Off, off, turn off! Cease!

[Well, it's not on fire anymore... but they're gonna need a new one. And whatever he had placed in there is so charred that it has transcended a solid existence and become some kind of radioactive black blob that seems to move if you look at it for too long.

He brandishes the towel as if it will crawl out of the little box and attack him, which is very much a possibility at this point.]

[ IV. WILDCARD ]

[Alphinaud can also be found exploring the rainforest, climbing Yanti Rock, sketching the amazing buildings, and just about anything else -- let me know if you want me to write you a different prompt, or just drop one on me! My plurk is fonfabre.]

III

[stormfist]

[ WELL AT LEAST IT'S NOT ON FIRE??? But the commotion of course sends Jayden running into the kitchen, ready to put out any fires that might be there, but all she finds are the charred remains of the microwave, a hideous black lump of something from The Great Dead Food Beyond, and a pointy-aired dude brandishing a towel like it's some weapon of salvation.

Oh boy. ]

Are... you okay?

[ Because ???? Where to start with dealing with this.... ]

joshua kiryu | the world ends with you

[symphonist]

[I. in ur ship, creepin on ur crew]

[Joshua does not have time for this. Or rather-- he has time, but he doesn't want to spend it on his ship with some crew he doesn't know or care about. So right after the pudding goes out and the jingle happens, he strolls over to the captain's chair without a word and plops down in it.

And if someone else is sitting in that seat?

He'll tip them right out of the chair.]

Out of my way-- I need to make a call. [He whips out an orange flip phone that hasn't seen the light of day since about 2003.] Don't tell me I still can't get service out here.

[II. fuck the wildlife. no, not literally]

[Joshua really doesn't care for going outside the city. It reminds him far too much of his developmental years and that isn't a time he wants to revisit, so he's only doing the bare minimum here. He needs credits, and this guy wants him to bring back a bunch of rocks. Sounds easy, right?

But... man, Joshua really hates getting dirty. And he really hates doing work. He waits for someone else to come along this trail, just playing around on his phone otherwise. It's not like it actually does anything but maybe he has Tetris on there? Who knows.]

Hey. Do you have a minute? There's something I need to do, but I don't want to go into the woods by myself... Think you could help me out?

[Joshua is already halfway into the forest and he's certainly not dressed for hiking, so maybe he's just a kid regretting his decisions. Or maybe it's a trap.]

[III. sHO P P I N G]

[The money that he has acquired through dubious means is now, of course, going straight to clothes. He holds up something resembling gothic lolita crossed with something more modern while glancing at the mirror. This is a huge tent full of imported clothes, and there's plenty of fun hats and skirts besides. But he's stuck on this dress.]

Oh, no. This is like the textile interpretation of a train wreck. Why would you sell this?

[The skirts jingle as he holds it against himself.]

And then you had to put bells on it. Now I have to buy it.

[IV. wildcard]

[Same rules apply as usual-- lmk if you want me to write you something or drop me a prompt. My plurk is still fonfabre!]

Johnny Rayflo | Vassalord (CRAU)

[pigeonplayboy]

[There might be a million things running through his head, half of them bitter, a fourth of them angry and another forth of them utterly chagrined, but he couldn't deny this place was gorgeous and charming. It wasn't the planet's fault Johnny felt tossed around these days.

He'd make the best of it, what else could he do? 'Move on' was the best ability he had.]

The market
[The markets were just as colorful and vibrant as the city itself and the vampire quickly found himself being swept away in the whole scene. He carried on amicable conversations with the vendors he stopped at and anything that reminded him of the people lost to him was instantly bought.

A bobble like that caught his eye and had him stopping, but he couldn't quite reach the thing well enough to see it up close. He tapped the person on the shoulder between him and it and flashed them a cool and charming smile.]

If you don't mind, my dear, could you hand that to me?

Stargazing
[Of course, nighttime was easier. Not as many layers, not as much dodging from shadow to shadow or having to receive strange looks for carrying a parasol or the like in hardly-glaring sunlight. At least he'd developed an easy knack for not dying from exposure in Hinato-Ri.

But now it was dark and cool and he walked with grace and confidence as though the night belonged solely to him. He watched how the sights and sounds and energies of the city changed as the time did and reveled in the nightlife the city had to offer.

While he'd had plenty to do in the day in Hinato-Ri, it was still the night that saw most of his activities. This place wasn't Earth or Vatheon or that spiritual city he'd left, but it was familiar and comforting.

He walked until his feet found the edge of the city and a large field full of others staring up at oblivion. It only took a moment of hesitation before Johnny was also stretched out under the stars. His eyes scanned the pinpoints of light, a small part of him hoping to find something that looked familiar. Anything at all.

But he wouldn't be holding his breath.]

The bar: behind and in front of the counter
[But years now of actually working for a living again had left the taste in his mouth. He probably didn't have to, he could go back to the kind of lifestyle he'd enjoyed before; filthy rich and able to do whatever whenever while only lifting a finger to tell Minea his wishes. Not that the cat was here either. Probably still in Vatheon. Or back on Earth...

He could go back to something carefree like that, or he could find something like what he had and find comfort in that. He checked the bars first, the same kind of dives he'd worked at in Hinato along side Otoha. Eventually, he found one willing to take him for part-time and temporary work.

It wasn't the nicest place, but it could hardly be called a dump, it was the kind of place 'common' people would go. And it was those sorts of people who had the best rumors and gossip. And some of which would tip even better if Johnny just flashed them the right kind of smile.

He went there to work and easily started up conversations with anyone who sat down, and partook in other bars, things fancier than the one he worked in. It was always good to keep an ear to all the classes of society.]

The bar

[bryces_pup]

[At one point during his shift, Johnny will come across a slightly disheveled, tired looking patron at the counter. Riona gestures for a drink, adding:]

Whatever's hard and local.

[Might as well try out the local flavor while she drinks herself under. It also affords a bit of a break from the normal river of booze she's consumed lately.]

Jacqli / Mir || Ar Tonelico || crau = realityshifted

[fallbythesword]

► 1. CREWMATES - ANY SHIP
[ Hello, dear ship. You have a tiny newcomer: 5 feet even, to be exact, with incredibly long black hair and bright red eyes. ... It's actually kind of creepy, especially with that perpetual scowl.

Also she's currently dragging scraps of metal down the hallway toward her assigned room.

She goes back and forth like this a few times: to the cargo bay to get all the crap she's brought here, and then literally dragging it all behind her, piece by huge piece, down the hallway and into her room.

... What? ]


►2. CITY STREETS - TASTY SWEETS
[ Jacqli doesn't do crowds. Crowds are gross, noisy, too much stress for no apparent reason at all, and just plain annoying. It's like humans (... these are humans right?) wantto spend their lives blindly shambling like zombies from one place to another. Who wants that??? Ugh, people...

But this is necessary. The crowds must be braved. Because... there's a stall across the way. Selling the most delicious smelling baked goods they have ever had the fortune to experience. So there Jacqli goes, weaving a path through the sea of people and over to the stand. Jacqli purchases an entire case of rabbit-shaped cookies, then quickly scurries off to somewhere less crowded: a grassy park, near the crossroads. Finds a tree, plops down underneath it, and starts nibbling!

Ears first, of course. That's the proper way to eat a rabbit-shaped sweet. Om nom nom~ ]


►3. THE ISKAULIT - POOL
[ One thing Jacqli actually does enjoy is the water, so you'll find her in the pool quite often. She can be found floating about in a huge yellow tube, her tiny frame dwarfed by the inflatable monstrosity.

Other times, she's just swimming back and forth, and if she hears someone coming, she'll hover in place, treading water, with only the top of her head above the surface. She'll just watch, silently, wondering if the other person will leave her alone or attempt to strike up conversation. Ugh.

She might also be sitting at the bottom of the pool, legs pulled up to her chest, hair billowing all around her -- it looks creepy (because of course it does), but hey, she's still alive down there. ... But is she okay? Maybe someone should check on her?? jfkdls ]

I

[symphonist]

[Joshua doesn't need to sleep, but his otherwise harmonious existence is being threatened by the horrible sound of metal against metal. He cracks his door hatch open so he can see who's causing all this trouble...

She's interesting, certainly, and... why is she... okay, he's like equal parts annoyed but also curious.]

I hope you're not getting that from our ship. You realize if you tear a hole somewhere you'll die horribly with the rest of us, right?

Eugene Fitzherbert | Tangled/Tangled the series

[iwantacastle]

[I. In town]

[One town is the same as any other, apparently. This looks and feels pretty similar to Corona, aside from the random orange-skinned folks about and all. But, this is his first time on another planet, first time among the stars at all, really, and he can't help but gawk a little. He's trying to play it cool, like he's all used to this, but someone might catch him staring every once in a while.]

[II. Eneywa's Bow]

[Eugene is pretty sure he knows someone that would love this rainforest. Well, she'd love the whole concept of this place, being on new planets, exploring -- he does too, if he's gotta admit it. It's fun, having a new life aside from Flynn Rider. Enough about his thoughts on the matter, though, he's also pretty sure Blondie would kill him (or at least yell at him) if he didn't see all he could here, so to at least tell her about it, so if you desire, you might run into him in the midst of the forest, peering at some little lizards and wondering if they'll be as expressive as Pascal.]

II

[afirewithin]

[ Rapunzel descends from a nearby tree, using her long hair to gently lower her down on the ground. There's a few leaves stuck here and there in it, but most of them fly out on their own as she tugs the locks free from the branches and it all plops quietly around her. She bounds over to Eugene, all smiles, and twirls him around in a giant hug. ]

Isn't this place just AMAZING, Eugene? Pascal and I found this adorable little flower up in one of the trees, didn't we Pascal?

[ The tiny frog chameleon perched on her shoulder nods, and changes his coloring to resemble a bright orange and blue veined flower. ]

Luca Trulyworth || Ar Tonelico II

[melenas]

♥ 1. BROADCAST - VIDEO
[ The feed clicks on, and a young woman is smiling for the camera - clearly a little bit forced, but hey, that's what happens when you're new here, right? ]

Um, hi! I have a quick question - something I didn't see already answered, so hopefully it isn't too much trouble! But, does this... Fleet thing... provide life-extending agents? I-I don't need one right now! But, like, sometime down the road... [ She fidgets a little in her seat, slightly embarrassed. ] It's just a necessary kind of thing, you know?

Anyway, thank you for your time! My name's Luca Trulyworth, by the way. Pleased to meet everyone.


♥ 2. SHOPPING!!
[ Luca is in love with this planet and everything about its aesthetic! Bustling city life? Check. Bright, vibrant colors? Check. Shiny ornaments and beautiful knickknacks? Check and check! In fact, in this current store, she's already found and tried on about three different outfits, and she's going to buy them all! Then, she spots something: a wrap, made of a thin, blue material that glistens in the light. With a gasp, she darts over! ]

Oh my gosh! This is beautiful! And still so soft! Hmm, I wonder...

[ She's so excited, she doesn't realize that you are, in fact, not the salesperson! And she turns to you with a smile and a wave, carefully holding the dress in her hands. ]

Excuse me, do you have this in a shade of purple?

[ OR LATER: Of course, as time goes on, she ends up with more and more and more shopping bags hanging off of her arms, and she's positively beaming about it! She's humming a cheerful song as she walks, and while she's being careful about looking where she's going, she can't account for everything in these crowded streets. Sooo... Please don't bump into her? Those shoes are killer, and that's a lot of bags that will go flying... ]


♥ 3. SINGING IN THE RAIN PARK
[ Luca's feeling great, honsetly. This planet is beautiful, and even though she's still worried about the whole kidnapped-to-space situation, and all the stuff back home, and other stuff and things that she's trying not to think too hard about thanks, she's still... content. And it's a nice feeling. So, she's going to share that with everyone!

There's no announcement for her performance - no flyers, no nothing. This wasn't planned, after all. But she finds herself a small place in a park, just a short ways off the walking path, surrounded by trees and flower gardens. Perfect for a "stage", if you ask her!

And then, she starts to sing a song she wrote herself. She draws a crowd pretty quickly, honestly -- then a street musician joins in, and another, and then someone on a handheld sort of percussion instrument...! She wasn't expecting it to go this well! But she's flattered, and honored, and having a wonderful time. She needed this. And, hopefully, she brightened someone else's day, too. That's all she could ever ask for.

Come enjoy the music! And while you're at it, stay and talk when she's done and the crowd disperses! ♥

♥ 4. Wildcard!!!
[ Come at me with anything!! I'm on plurk at reveris if you need me~ ]

3~

[implanta]

[After a lot of wandering and looking and "Oh my gosh is that a collectors item?!" Cloche is taking a well-deserved break when a familiar voice comes floating through the air. It's enough to spur the maiden to get up and wander toward where the voice is originating from--

Luca. And she even looks real so it's not just a trick being played on her! She listens quietly, clapping along with the beat, and applauding when she's done. Cloche stays out of the way for the time being while others talk to big sis, just sort of lurking.

NOTICE HER SEMPAI.]

Sirius Black (AU) + CRAU

[maraudinggrim]

Around Town
---Person!---

[Compared to the almost monochrome colors of Bete Noire, this city was practically exploding in lights and sounds and colors. It was too much for someone who'd avoided most civilization for so long. At least until recently, and even then, he'd kept to himself and a choice few.

Here, there was so much life, it almost hurt to be so thoroughly surrounded in it. But he stayed. It hurt, but he needed it, needed to see people being people and going about there lives, most so different than the one he knew. It was comforting, even while it was too much.]


[He wandered through the market, curious about the various things that supposedly had magical and spiritual properties. One of them professed to ward off evil and he considered it long enough, he wouldn't have been surprised if the shop-owner thought he was going to steal it. It wasn't as though he looked like the most upstanding person, he still had the rough appearance he'd shown up with. He could probably very easily be mistaken for his counterpart who'd spent years in Azkaban at this point.

His heart panged at the thought, the loss of that comforting presence of 'himself' still sharp at the edges. He shouldn't have come to lean so heavily on him. Sirius dropped the trinket and turned away quickly, barely noticing in time as someone had walked right behind him.

Whether they made contact or not, Sirius still flinched away violently and ducked his head as though it was important the person didn't see him well enough.]

Sorry..

---Dog!---

[From then on, he changed tactics. An overly large black dog made it's way through the city streets a lot easier than the man had done. This was more comfortable, no one paid much attention to a stray wandering around.

Which also meant tracking down the source of those lovely food smells was easier. There was food on the ships, sure, but not stuff this rich. And sometimes dogs just needed a treat. He crept up tot he stall, low to the ground, and lay in wait for the perfect opportunity to stretch up and snatch one of the strips of cooked meat near the edge.]

Zip...lining?
[He could practically feel the adrenaline just watching as people strapped themselves in and careened down what looked to be a flimsy line. There was no way this was a hundred percent safe...and an old, nearly lost, part of him wanted to try it just for that reason. Oh, a younger Sirius would have been there in a second! He'd be so ready for the rush the experience would give.

Older and changed, this Sirius had second thoughts. But it didn't stop him from watching every single person, toeing perhaps a bit too close to the ravine than might be considered safe just to be able to catch sight of the rider's face as they took that step into the abyss.]

Planetarium
[Despite the excitement and activity he surrounded himself in, Sirius still preferred the quite and safety of solitude. No one around meant no one could sneak up on him, hunt him down, threaten the precious secret he would keep to his dying day. He was better off alone, even in this world where, reasonably, no one was or ever would be after him. Not for that. But half a decade of paranoia and caution wasn't easy to break, so he sought those places with calm and solitude.

What better than among the stars?

He stood, staring up at the projected lights in the chilly planetarium. He couldn't find the dog or lion constellations he'd memorized a lifetime ago, further proof he was nowhere near home. But after a while, he found himself drawing pictures between the stars nonetheless, making variations of the ones he knew from what he saw with a tiny smile pulling at his lips. What he wouldn't give to have one of his friends there right now to help make ridiculous stories and creatures from the pinpoints of light. Merlin, he missed them.

dog

[brainiest]

[ The new planet is... Interesting, but not the most dangerous she's been on. The magic sings to her but she ignores it for the most part, doing what she can to gather things up and make sure she has the supplies she needs for the next time they're adrift. Everything would go as easily as that if she didn't come across an achingly familiar dog, her eyes widening as she stares down at it.

Stepping away from the foot stall, Hermione pauses for a moment before she shakes her head. Grabbing some cooked food, she pays for it quickly before chasing after the dog - conscious that she might be running after a stray animal but not being entirely prepared to not trust her gut feeling. ]

... Padfoot?

Clopin Trouillefou | Hunchback of Notre Dame (Disney)

[foolishking]

[Entertaining in the New Town]

[Now, Clopin is no space man. Nor a scientist. Nor really an educated man at all. Heck, he's lucky he has a scrap of literacy. But what he is is a street man. He knows cities intimately, and he knows the nature of the public.

So, once he's had a chance to explore this place and get a sense of the area, he sets up an impromptu puppet show to attract locals and travelers, adults and children alike to observe. Why spend money on bogus fortune telling when he can perform himself and get money?

Clopin, despite not being orange, doesn't even look all that out of place in the colorful mishmash of the city, seeing as he's wearing a jester outfit complete with jingle bells and he has a bright purple mask over his face that matches his clothes. He sings periodically throughout the puppet show, whipping out puppets just as colorful and fun as his clothes, and he's an unforgettable tenor.

One can observe his show or catch him in between performances.]

[Scamming in the New Town]

[Gadje eat fortune telling up like it's pork roast, so of course Clopin is a fair 'hand' at palmistry and such nonsense. Once interest in puppet shows dries up, he changes his clothes to something a little less 'court jester' and a little more 'mysterious fortune teller', though he keeps his purple mask on, and sets up a little corner on the street to offer his fortune telling services.

He'll give people entertainment and comfort alongside the bogus fortunes, so he doesn't consider this too scammy in comparison to other tricks he's been wont to pull.]

You look like someone who might want some certainty in your future. [Clopin offers his hand to the person whose eye he's caught, paired with a mysterious smile.] I can help you, you know.

[Spaceship]

[Clopin is officially out of his element.

Clopin really doesn't like feel off balance like this. It makes him feel like he's lost control, and for someone who has had very little control of his surroundings throughout his life, losing all of it at once is nightmarish. What will he do about his gypsies? What would happen to them without him? Had he left behind anyone fit to rule in his stead?

But stressing out isn't going to fix anything. He shows no outward sign of stress, still in his jester outfit and purple mask, and he whistles as he explores the ship. The more he knows the ship, the more control he can get back.

He will explore everywhere. The med bay. The kitchen. The engine room. Someone might even find him walking over the engine room's catwalks, poking and prodding pieces of delicate machinery.]

Sweet monkey jebus I love you - first prompt

[servantnotserving]

[Lumière loves hanging around the the towns. He may not be much of a street man, but boy does he love people, and the cities and towns are always full of them, and so, that's where he goes. He's a natural showman so of course he's going to head in the direction of all the singing. The fact this is a countryman is just a wonderful bonus.

He'll watch the little puppet show from a handy vantage point, only hopping over after the show is done with, giving a slap of his little brass sconces in lieu of his hands. ]

Bravo! Very entertaining show, monsieur, the little ones were rapt!

Justice | Dragon Age: Awakening

[whatisright]

[Spaceship]

[Justice should be happy that he's no longer trapped in a corpse, but instead, he's confused. He is not in Kristoff's body nor in anyone else's, but he is not in the Fade. He is naked in the waking world, but his form hasn't splintered and the constancy of the world grating on his unfiltered senses hasn't stolen his mind from him. He is solid. He is his own.

Justice has chosen a form he is comfortable with--Kristoff's form, though luckily looking less decayed than the real deal. Even so, his cheeks are sunken, his skin is pasty white, and his eyes appear to be so thick with white cataracts that one could be forgiven for mistaking him for blind. The gentle glow behind his eyes is only visible when he's in shadow. His face remains grimly serious, the only sign of his unease is the way he fidgets with the lyrium ring on his finger.

Justice wanders the spaceship without regard for where he's meant to be, picking up random objects and rolling them between his hands. He's reading the traces left behind by the people who handled the objects prior, picking up names and traits and stories.

Maybe he just barges into someone's room and picks up their lamp. Justice is still working on the whole 'social norms' thing.]

[Exploring the town]

[The waking world is so beautiful. Not that anyone could really tell that that was what Justice was thinking at the moment--the only indication was a slight softening at the corner of his mouth, but otherwise, he still glared sternly at everything.

Suddenly, a man bumps into Justice, dropping a ring with a quick, "oh, sorry, I didn't mean--"]

It is fine. No apology is necessary. [Justice bends over and picks up the ring, rolling it between his fingers as his permanent frown became more pronounced. The man reached for the ring, saying, "I need to get that tightened, thank you for--"]

Stop cheating on your wife. [Justice thrusts the ring towards the man, but the man is struck dumb.] It is wrong, and you know it.

[The man glances between the ring and Justice, then delicately takes it back before running away. Justice doesn't even look after him. He just starts walking the same direction he was before.]

hi have a Warden; second prompt

[bryces_pup]

[Riona Cousland hears the collision, though she thinks little of it at first. People bump into people all the time in such a crowded marketplace. No, she probably wouldn't have even glanced over, if it weren't for the voice that drifts over to her, one that makes her freeze, eyes wide and mouth slightly open in shock.

It's been a decade since she last heard Justice speak.

Immediately her eyes scan the crowd. It's easy enough to spot him, tall and pale, with a gaunt face and an almost unsettling gaze. Riona watches mutely as Justice thrusts the ring back at the man, and the words that are exchanged. There's something comforting about how awkward Justice is, and how oblivious he is about it. He is the spirit she remembers, not the one twisted into Vengeance by his time spent inside Anders. Righteous and curious about the world around him, if a bit socially inept and clueless.

Her heart aches at the memories... and in knowing that in all likelihood, he is not the Justice she remembers. She's been here long enough to know to not assume that, just because some comes from Thedas, doesn't mean it's the same Thedas as she's from. She's gotten lucky twice, and she's not banking on a third time. Nonetheless, she's not going to ignore him.]

You could give some of those fortune tellers a run for their money, you know.

Dean Winchester | Supernatural

[sonuvableep]

[A. THERE WAS A TOWN LIKE THIS...]

No, no way am I having my goddamn fortune read. Trust me, dude, you do not even want to try. [Dean is so blowing by that fortune crap right now. But still, there's this little old man running after him. Dean ducks down an alley way and flattens himself up against a wall only to sneak out a second later after Speedy, there, passes.]

Son of a bitch, he's fast.

[THIS IS A WHISKEY MOMENT; ISKAULIT]

[Dean and a shuttle ride survived each other but barely. It's one of those goddamn miracles of life that meant he hitched a ride with someone else and goddamn closed his eyes like a weenie all the way back. But here he is, still kinda green, and maybe a little uh disoriented, standing in the best place in this horrible floating death trap.

Hallecrappinglujah.

The fountain of Give-No-Fucks.

He hits that bar so hard he ought to have bought it dinner first.]

There better be good whiskey on that shelf because I dunno if I got it in me to throw myself back onto a shuttle and hit Tarot World again.

[collegedropout]

[Sam stares at Dean from behind the bar he's currently tending, scrubbing a glass clean.

He would say he's surprised, but that'd be lying, y'know?]

... You know, maybe you should open your horizons and get out more.

Embrace change, and all that.

[#the hippy brother]

Dorian Pavus || Dragon Age Inquisition

[fantachetic]

Shopping & Fortune Telling;;
[ The streets are colorful, if not a bit crowded, but not unpleasant. It's difficult to not want to spend hours winding through the stalls of the bazaar. He has a few credits to spend, but Dorian doesn't feel the immediate need to part with them in case there is something that strikes his fancy at the end. However, that won't stop him from browsing and trying to get a better deal. Maybe he stops to feed a strawberry to one of those dragonesque lizards. Definitely not picking it up, though. It can stay right where it is.

The beck and call of a few extra credits doesn't elude him, though really he doesn't see how he has the 'look' of a fortune teller- and he would have had half a mind to be offended had she meant anything by it. The orange-skinned woman had wanted a bit of shut eye, so Dorian finds himself sitting under a canopy surrounded by lots of musty tapestry and gleaming strands of beads. The crystal ball and stack of cards could be laughable. If he weren't superb at being incredibly charming. ]

I have a good sense about your future, care for a reading?

Space Bar;;
[ The Iskaulit has several bars, thank the Maker, though this one is his favorite. Spirits are cheap, and the ale on hand is piss-poor enough to taste vaguely of the Ferelden ale he does not favor, thank you very much. He has a booth to himself, though it is a busy night. He nods to the empty seat across from him. ]

Feel free to join me, it's a touch crowded in here.

Wildcard;;
[ Hit Dorian up with something else! On a ship, seeing the sights? Sure! ]

Space Bar!

[whatisright]

[You might regret extending that invitation, Dorian.

A perpetually glaring man who low-key looks dead slides into the seat across from Dorian, frowning at all the people milling around laughing and clinking glasses together. It may look like he's being a curmudgeon internally grousing about people having fun, but in reality, it's just a particularly intense frown of thought. Justice has few resources to understand mortal recreation, but he's curious, and he's chosen to come here in order to observe.]

I thank you. [He says it without looking at Dorian. He's sincere, but he misses the finer points of social niceties, like making eye contact when thanking a person and not looking like he's trying to glare a hole into the wall.

In his hands, he rolls an empty soda bottle between his palms. He puts it between himself and the wall, as though protecting it from any well-meaning waitress who may try to throw it away, and finally looks at Dorian. If Dorian pays attention, he may see that he's wearing a ring made of pure raw lyrium. Maybe that's why he looks close to death.]

Why do you drink intoxicating beverages? [It is said bluntly without preamble. Justice would apologize for his poor social graces if he had any notion of how poor they are.]

Adalwolfe Hawke | Dragon Age series (malleable protag) | potential reapp, memories intact

[wolfehawke]

a. Wandering

[This planet reminds Adalwolfe of the good parts of Orlais. Which, of course, is blasphemy coming from any dog red-blooded Ferelden to say that Orlais even has any good parts, but the colorful buildings and the sweeping architecture and the sheer amount of stuff sitting everywhere is a comfort he's been seeking since waking up with a terribly confused jolt back on the Marsiva a few days ago.

He'd been... in a desert? A swamp? Something. Somewhere, he knows somewhere back on Thedas, but the details are all muddled and jump out of his mental grasp like fish, flashing once above the surface and then gone. He'd stopped trying to hang onto them after the first hour, easier to just get on with it and move forward, see who was still around. At least there could be some familiarity in that amidst his annoyance at being tugged around the multiverse.

Maker, he must already be acclimating of he's thinking in terms like 'multiverse.'

Hands in pockets, Wolfe wanders himself through the main thoroughfare of the colorful city, stopping to pick up the occasional bauble in shops at random, then sighing and putting it back down. More often he looks over his shoulders, trying to catch glimpses of familiar faces from home, from the Fleet... both, maybe. He'd been too rattled trying to sort out his mind when he'd arrived to try and contact anyone despite his wanting to move forward. In fact, his communicator remains off in his pocket. Funny, he's never been hesitant to face people before, even people who hate him, but somehow this seemed too daunting, or maybe too impersonal over text or voice or even video.

So he keeps looking and tells himself he isn't worried that too much has changed.]



b. Augury

[Something that always has gotten Wolfe's mind off of anything else is good hard work. Chasing bandits, tracking down wayward children, eradicating spiders, dragonlings, and even full grown dragons out of mines. It's all things he's done before. Even more mundane work like digging holes for farm posts or carting goods from point a to point b are things he has under his belt. It's nice to do those things, actually. Too often the second he's found out as the Champion of Kirkwall it's either he's a monster and chased out of town or a hero who shouldn't have to raise a finger. He gets fussy either way.

Thankfully on alien planets - and in the Fleet at large - no one knows or cares and his magic here is appreciated. Or, well, sort of. It's not as if he's really ever been any good at divination. Truthfully, being schooled in magic outside of any Circle, he didn't even know divination was an actual discipline until coming across it in books here. Back home he just thought it was something relegated to Rivaini Seers, but it's still magic in the loosest sense.

He can do a pretty good impression of a fortune teller just by being able to read people, even if he doesn't have actual prophetic ability. The cut of their clothes, their posture, the expressions on their face. He's pretty certain that's what the people here mean by someone's 'aura' anyway. Even so, using the weird machines to tell people their fortunes has been his favorite job on these weird planets yet. Probably because he gets to dress up and make a goof of himself without feeling self-conscious. Magic here is used in such a rudimentary way by everyone, either through its use or the purchase of fortune telling as a magical service, and no one seems to care one way or the other about it on the fundamental level. It's always a refreshing thing no matter how many planets they come across that don't persecute their mages.]

Step right up and have your cards read by the Wolfe of Wisdom! Want to know the exact shade of your aura? If you had the right breakfast today? If there's love and joy in your future or only heartbreak? No question is too large or small for the all-seeing eyes of the Hawke!

[He might be mixing metaphors here, especially with his newly-purchased "mystical" garb covered in non-sense symbols and spangly blue starts, but at the very least he's having a good time in not having any shame at all.]



c. Here lizard lizard lizard...

Oh you beauty...

[Adalwolfe is kneeling at the bottom of a very large well appointed cage with a large mottled lizard curled around a water dish in the bottom, staring up at the dottering human mage with an expression bordering between annoyed and sleepy. The orange sunburst around its eyes is the only color that isn't drab, but to Adalwolfe this is the most beautiful creature he's laid eyes on outside of Thedas.]

Oh yes, you could come home with me couldn't you, little dragon. I would feed you anything you wanted and you'd grow up nice and strong, yes you would.

[Don't be alarmed if Wolfe turns to you, stranger or friend alike, with wide eyes and a light grin.]

Don't you think he'd be happier with an entire ship to run about? I bet he even would eat mice. A working dragon. What do you think?


d. Wildcard

[Anything and everything else goes here. Adalwolfe likes to explore and get into trouble, so I am down for whatever! If you want to plan ahead, my plurk is reikofanel]

Wandering

[bryces_pup]

[While she's not doing much of anything, Riona's a little proud of herself that she's on her feet and wandering around the planet and not holed up in her room. The past few months have been... difficult, to put it lightly. Friends disappearing, Fenris and Marian breaking up, all the arguing that's ensued since... Somehow dealing with the Blight had been easier than dealing with all this interpersonal shit. At least back then she had things to kill, and a purpose to fulfill. Here she's left floundering, helpless and a bit lost.

She almost misses that flash of white hair. It's only because she glanced over that she really notices it, stopping in her tracks. But it's not until he turns his head, and she sees that goatee and light colored eyes that she realizes who it is.]

Adalwolfe?

Billy Kaplan / Wiccan | Marvel 616 (Comics)

[selfhelp]

( a. shopping )

[Okay, so, Billy is kinda broke, having just arrived. That sucks. And thankfully he can magic up whatever wardrobe he wants, so he's not hurting for clothes, but. This is a new planet, full of new stuff to explore, new things to buy! And you can't magic up money, that's immoral. So: it sucks.

However nobody has to know he's broke until it comes time to pay for stuff, so he can indulge in browsing, which is exactly what he's doing in the pet area, cooing over all the cute reptiles and snakes and whatnot. Who doesn't love little critters? And at the moment he just happens to be covered in a handful of the rainbow-coloured crawling lizards apparently drawn to the foliage of his hair or something. His voice is hushed in wonder:]

They know.


( b. beach! )

[He'd have liked to go on a sight-seeing cruise, but again: no money. The next best thing is flying over the water, not too far from shore but far enough to get a decent lay of the land. It's pretty awesome, getting this much fresh air and clean water, when you're used to NYC and the bay around the island.

You might see a bright blue glow soaring through the air over the water up until he flies in for a landing in the sand. He looks winded, and probably sunburned. He's also damn pleased with himself.]


( c. work, work, work )

[Reluctantly he's come to the conclusion that when you're broke, you need a job. THANKFULLY there are a couple of repair-related jobs that just happen to suit him! Or at least, suit his powers. Any poor soul trying to repair a ship in harbour and having a hell of a time of it might get a visit from Mr. B Kaplan, fixer extraordinaire! Just listen for the chanting:]

IwanttofixitIwanttofixitIwanttofixit...

[how is text blue? idk ask the comic writers. the air around him and the broken stuff is pretty damn blue to match, though.]

[ladybro]

[ kate's not far. a few spots over -- but still with an eye on billy -- she's letting a snake coil around her arm with feigned indifference. after a moment, though, she pries the thing off her wrist and comes skulking up behind him.

she leans her chin on his shoulder, glancing up at a teeny multi-coloured lizard crawling across billy's cheek. ]

He's cute. [ and she's well aware he's broke as a joke, so. ] Want me to float you a loan, Kaplan?

Snow Villiers | Lightning Returns: Final Fantasy 13

[heroofcocoon]

A. Sightseeing

[After the gawdiness of Yusnaan and the drabness of the inner sanctum of his palace, Snow had appreciated the very monochromatic scheme of the ships that made up the Fleet. Sure, there were bits and pieces that gave it a breath of fresh air, plenty of natural spots created by the people that had found their way onto the ships, that kept it from really making anyone stuck on the ships too depressed.

It gave them hope. And hope is something and someone that Snow knows well.

But this planet, this entire system, is a riot of color and life and chaos that reminds him so much of Bodhum back on Cocoon that he has to take a moment to stop and look around. Sure, there are differences, but the liveliness is unmistakable.

Sorry for the large mountain of a man that is just sitting there in the middle of the road.]

Bodyguard

[Of course Snow has offered himself as a bodyguard. What's the point of being strong and magical if you can't put it to good use?]

Heh, this isn't so bad. Protecting people from others is something I'm used to doing. It's a hero's job, after all.

[And if anyone gets to close, they're going to be very sorry. If they aren't intimidated by his sheer size in the first place.]

Choose Your Own Adventure

[I'm up for anything with Snow, so if you wanna do something, let me know.]

A.

[tutorials]

[ It's much larger than anything back home. Esthar, maybe, could be comparable? She hasn't had a really good chance to do much exploring there beyond SeeD duty and disposing of monsters, previously, so it's a rough comparison. Small cities here are probably still vastly larger than big ones where she's from -- more population dense, without large expanses of nature between each one. The colors and structure, she supposes, was comparable to Balamb Town and Dollet but... really, she can't draw a comparison to anything she knows.

At least outer space was outer space. Velvet darkness with endless specks of planets and stars in the distance; maybe one was hers? For now, though, this is what she has so she's trying to make the most of it. No whip at her side, she's taken the day to look for one (thus far, to no avail) and her map-reading skills have yet to make things difficult on her.

Unfortunately, other people seem to be dead set on making her frustrated. Case in point -- the man in the middle of the road. Vaguely familiar as someone in the same predicament as herself though his name escapes her and not too large to squeeze around, she knows that it's likely hazardous to his health if he keeps at it. With a faint sigh and arms folded at her mid-section, Quistis circles him and hunches her shoulders so she can catch his eyes with a little dip. ]

You're going to find yourself injured if you keep yourself glued to the street like this. [ The long-suffering, nagging tone of an elder sister. ] At least take a seat outside at a restaurant.

hanzo shimada | overwatch

[eruit]

NETWORK

Tell me of this place.

[ No please, no thank you, nothing particularly polite, just a demand for answers. Hanzo doesn't believe half the nonsense he's heard so far and he refuses to taking it laying down, so to speak, even if he's yet to find any way to free himself from the wing he found himself in. ]

THE PLANET

[ The worst thing about this entire thing is that Hanzo no longer has his Storm Bow; his fingers feel bereft and he feels out of place with no quiver on his shoulder, nothing to defend himself with, nothing to protect himself with. There is nothing but the dragons, and even they aren't the same as how they were before; there is an edge about him, now, and it shows in how he moves, how he walks, his discomfort and his uncertainty, the intensity with which he looks at everything.

For the most part, nothing seems to catch his interest. He walks beyond the colourful buildings and the bright ships. He ignores the fortune tellers and the shopping; he ignores most things because they hold no interest for him, and he has no desire to bury himself in something aimless when there are more important things to do. The only thing that seems to capture his interest, even for a moment, are the snakes and lizards - that is what he stops to look at, particularly those that are tinted in shades of blue and green, his eyes drinking them in before he forces his attention away, to go elsewhere.

Eventually, he finds himself at the mountain ranges and that is where he spends most of his time. Climbing is familiar, even if it is not scrambling up a wall for a vantage point, and he makes a point of doing his best to get as high as he can before he stops to pause, legs folded under himself and his eyes closed. A part of him wonders if it is the omnic claiming to be Genji that had somehow brought him here, but it seems so strange and unbidden.

Most of his time is spent in silence, even when he returns to his ship. He rarely shows his face anywhere shared and locks himself in his room, sleeping on and off, desperate to find a way out even as the walls close in on him. ]

Matthew Murdock || Daredevil (Netflix)

[echovocation]

.shopping.

[Matt was, is and always will be a city boy, but this assault on his senses is almost overwhelming. All new sounds and smells and shapes to get used to, no comforting routine or quiet apartment he can retreat to when he needs to block it out.

Stop being such a pussy, sneers Stick’s voice in his head, so Matt goes and finds one of the busiest districts he can, locates a bench and parks himself right on it, hanging onto his cane with both hands as he tilts his head and just listens. Some things are similar. The drone of a thousand voices overlapping: if he doesn’t concentrate too hard he can shove that to the background. The pop and sizzle and hiss of food being cooked: the smell is more the problem than the sound, there. Some of it’s God-awful. Someone two establishments to his right didn’t wash their hands before starting.
What he needs is an anchor, a focus. Now that he’s jumped into the deep end of the pool he needs to swim, so Matt ignores the throbbing of his headache and listens for any kind of voice he might’ve heard on the network before, anybody who might be from the Fleet, before pushing himself up and tap-tapping his way indiscreetly over to them. Look helpless, look bumbling; that’s the easiest way to get someone to notice, and his best cover.]

Hi, excuse me, [Matt offers his most winning smile.] I’d like to get something specific while I’m here, but I'll admit I’m a little lost. Do you have a minute?


.exploring.

[When the noise and smells and everything of the cities becomes too much, Matt retreats to the canyon paths and nature walks. Nothing too dangerous as to be suspicious, so Matt decides on Yanti Rock. Carved staircases and steps are much more access-friendly than crumbling limestone caves, so it probably won’t be too strange to see him there.

When he can’t hear anybody nearby Matthew takes the steps without his cane, hopping up them two at a time for the familiar burn in his muscles, slowing down only when he passes by other sightseers and nodding pleasantly. Reaching the top is invigorating and he stops at the overhang, pulling in deep breaths and enjoying the feel of the wind against the sweat at his hairline. If there’s anybody there, he might strike up a conversation about how peaceful it is, what a nice climb that was, or he might just stand there silently and enjoy the atmosphere until someone else says something, leaning slightly against his cane.]


.wildcard.

[ Matt will be around the shopping and exploration areas, as well as near the docks and ships! Please come bug him with anything you’d like; feel free to contact me at gonewithouta for any questions! EDIT: aaaand his powers, since he's a lie detector]

[bestavocado]

[She didn't notice him at first. Of course she didn't notice him, because this is, frankly, crazy, and Foggy doesn't need super-senses to be overwhelmed by her surroundings. She's thinking that coming out here was a bad idea and maybe she should just go find somewhere quieter to have a nice, private panic attack when she hears the tap-tap-tapping of Matt's cane and his voice and--]

Oh thank god, Matt-- [It's not that she's happy he's in this crazy thing with her but she's so happy to see him right now, and moving in for a hug is so instinctive that she doesn't pause to wonder what was up with the wounded duck routine or why he would even bother pretending he doesn't know her.]

Claire "Lightning" Farron | Final Fantasy XIII: Lightning Returns

[soulsflight]

(I. The New Adventure Starts Now)

(Maybe she had revoked calling herself "Lightning" too soon. Claire blows out an impressed and amused breath as she searched her new quarters. In space. That little detail is hard to forget as she walks by windows clearly showing the stars, bright and twinkling.

Pausing by one said window, a hand on her hip, she admires them. It's hard not to, really. They will always be beautiful even if the idea of their creation and the gods in general are...complicated. At least she knows Bhunivelze isn't responsible for this little interlude.

Flipping open her communicator, assessing the buttons and their various functions, she gives anyone watching a small sigh. Who can blame her, really? She thought she would get a longer break from reality bending oddities.)

Do I look familiar to anyone? (She isn't fond of just giving away her name to a bunch of potentially odd strangers. Unless...

Are we really back to that? Tilting her head, she blows her pink fringe out of her eyes.) My name is Lightning and I don't remember signing up for this voyage.

(II. A Chance At Hope)

(Civilian clothes stashed in her room, ClaireLightning - as she will be known to those she does not know - is back in uniform. It makes her rather nostalgic! Most people don't have memories that are five hundred years old.)

Is there a training...room? ground? onboard? I need to reassure myself I haven't become rusty. (Yeah, that's not likely. But she is no longer a godly powerhouse, at least. She has her heart, however, and that seems like a damn good trade to her.)

I will protect anyone who needs it. (That part is said softly and she closes her eyes.) Just reach out your hand to me.

inquisitor lavellan | dragon age: inquisition

[veilstrike]

► THE PLANET

[ Her view of the planet is of a person that is intensely curious; Lavallen appears to be everywhere at once, darting here and there and drinking things in, devouring all the knowledge and information she can get. Her feet are quiet as she goes, the wraps of her armour protecting her soles from the worst of an alien planet, but the clearest thing about her is that she's bordering between nosiness and curiosity, desperate to learn everything she can, as if that would make sense of the world around.

That's how it had worked at home, after all. She had questioned and learned, and she had suffered for it, but in the end she had managed to scrape knowledge together.

Sometimes she can still feel the pang of hurt in her chest, and that's when she steps away from the crowds, moving to one side and letting herself have a few moments to breathe and relax, to try and take this new, foreign place in. No one speaks her language - elvhen, not common - and there is no one with vallaslin on their face (not that hers is there any more, but she forgets to think about that, too). Sometimes, her hand sparks in a green light and she winces; it hurts.

But she tries, and she moves, and she does her best to smile, even if she is a little on edge. It's part of the mantle she wears, and she can't do much to shrug it off. ]

► THE SHIPS

[ When she's finally transferred, Lavellan ignores the call of her room and goes out to explore instead, wandering around here and there and searching out the new people. She's uncomfortable in the giant halls made of metal and it shows in the frown on her face, her fingers pressing against the side of the walls as she walks through.

It's clear she misses the open world, but what can she do about it? She's trapped, and she feels sick.

If she meets anyone, she greets them with a gentle Aneth ara, even if she remains on guard and unsure, magic at her fingertips. She doesn't quite trust anyone just yet, and she's not prepared to let her guard down. ]

► NETWORK

Is there anyone else from Thedas here?

[ She's not sure she wants to hear a positive answer. ]

For those that are not: Aneth ara. Greetings. If you can tell me more about this place then I would be glad to hear it.

Network

[bryces_pup]

[Looks like Atroma's on another Thedas kick.]

There are a number of us from there. You're not the only elf, either.

[Though Fenris really isn't elf-y so she's not sure how much that'll really help.]

Eijiro Kirishima | bnha

[cinnamon_apple]

sight-seeing

[Hey hey hey, this is new! And a little exciting and honestly? A little worrying if he's honest. But Kirishima doesn't sense or see any immediate danger, so he'll walk and keep his eyes open. He's lost the rest of his class and team. Maybe something happened with the stadium that did this. The ship was already weird but now a whole other planet; this kind of stuff usually happens in comic books, not reality. That he knows of. Man, this is awesome. Everyone else will be so jealous.

He stops at a few shops to just windowshop for now. He's not seeing anything he's dying to have, but he smiles, has a couple short conversations. Part of being a hero is keeping spirits up too right? It's nothing out of the ordinary and he'll stop to help someone if they look like they need it. Just your every day normal hero in training, YEP.]

yanti rock - thousand steps

[Okay but. But. When he asked around about things to do, he was told about this rock. This rock that had A Thousand Steps (whether that's the case or not, he figures he'll find out when he gets there). It sounds manly as hell, and you bet he's going to go see it. Apologies to anyone wanting to use the steps and the rock for something ceremonial or important, but there is a teenager who, for all anyone can tell, looks like he's made of rock jogging up the steps.

Best. Training. Montage. Ever.]


eynewa's bow - zipline

[What's manlier than ziplining though? Not much around here. It took him a while to get there, but what's a little travel for something this awesome. UA could stand to get something like this, he thinks. He's trying going down with different parts of himself hardened to see if it makes a difference (totally part of training, of course and not for fun), yelling the whole way down.

Okay so maybe Kirishima is taking this as an extended training-slash-short vacation. Why not? They'd earned it, all of them. Hopefully he would find his classmates.]

wildcard

[he's around on the ships somewhere being a Good Boy, or around the city they docked at enjoying things for the while they're here.]

thousand steps

[willynilly]

[She's not really built to be a long-distance stepper, nor is she especially fast, but she can train her own way- namely, erasing her own gravity in fits and bursts to fly up the steps in sets of ten at a time. It's still a workout of launching herself from one landing point to the next, but it's helping her to catch up, at least.

And she's somehow managing not to throw up! So hey, that's a perk.]

K-Kirishima! How did you climb so many!?

[nevermind she knows how- pure manly stubbornness, probably.]

howard stark | mcu

[speedboat]

[ somehow, within moments of arrival, howard has not only discerned what is going on -- he did have an advantage there, after all -- but also managed to talk his way onto one of the very popular cruise ships just as it's leaving port. this is a much more welcoming arrival than his (two) last, so he's willing to be a bit more patient this time around.

once he's situated comfortably in a chair poolside, though still inconveniently in the same old suit he'd found himself in the last time the atroma had so rudely interrupted his world-saving activities, he pulls down his sunglasses enough to address his comm unit. ] You all must be keen on me to summon me three times now. Oh, but don't be embarrassed. I am in high demand.

[fantachetic]

Maker, I had no idea. How rude of the Atroma to not have given you a gilded return.

[ Sorry, Howard. The spot for most fantastic mustache has been taken in your absence. ]

Nia Teppelin | Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann

[liberame]

[I. New Princess on the Block]

[As the network feed clicks on, there's the smiling face of an innocent looking woman with cloudlike hair. She nods slightly as she acknowledges the recording begins.]

Well met, everyone. My name is Nia, and I have a request of whoever is in charge here. I do not know how I am alive, or how I come to be here, however if I am alive, I require passage back to the planet Earth. I know this sounds selfish to ask as a new arrival, but it is of the utmost importance that I return. Thank you, and have a wonderful day.

[She bows her head again as the feed clicks off.]

[II. In the Kitchen]

[There wasn't any real reason for anyone to be in the kitchen of the ship, yet there was definite activity. The sound of utensils clattering, food cooking, and a nice smell - if a tad odd - wafting from the room. Within Nia was hard at work, hair pulled back into a ponytail as she happily worked away, humming to herself.]

It's almost ready everyone~!

[She calls out to nobody in particular, but would be happy to serve anyone that shows up.]

[brothersboots]

[Edna walks into the kitchen and pauses, wrinkling her pert nose up in disgust.]

Look, I might not be a savant on what humans eat, but I think if you feed that to the others on this ship, I'll have to cast healing artes so they don't die.

[Please, it smells so bad. How can you call that food?]

Hunter | Destiny 2 (spoilers obv.)(and sorry for lack of icons)

[arcstriding]

[network]

[There's someone on the network with a noticeably female figure and a small drone floating nearby her. She has a hood up and mask on, hiding her face but it doesn't seem to keep her from being heard.]

Guardian, I don't think-

Quiet Ghost, let me talk.

[She faces the screen, slipping her mask off and revealing blue skin, gold eyes, and a dark blue fringe of hair.]

I'm looking for anyone from the Farm or survivors from the Last City.

I got the memo about being on some intergalactic show- sounds like something from the Golden Age- but it's my duty to at least try.

Guardian, what if there are no others?

Then we'll manage. We've managed on our own before and then we'll get back to Earth.

[Exploring]

'Come! Get your palm read!'

[The Hunter makes a face and glances at her hands, still gloved, missing the familiar weight of a hand cannon or scout rifle. And then she moves on, several fortune tellers trying to get the attention of the Awoken.]

Do they never give up? I don't think I ran into this many peddlers in the City or the Reef combined.

[Bodyguarding]

[Finally! Something that puts a weapon in her hands, she feels just a little more whole again. It was almost like when she'd lost the Light, how heavy and empty she'd felt. At least Ghost's voice wasn't glitched anymore.]

[wildcard.]

[hit me!]

Network

[shield_slinger]

[Hello, here, have a video feed. It's a titan in the ridiculously massive titan shoulders - as they do - helmet tucked under her arm. She's got short cropped hair, a streak of green across her eyes and over the bridge of her nose, and an expression usually worn by the kind of person who rarely laughs. Or smiles.]

Dimoæna. Titan. I can't say I'm amused with any of this, but it's encouraging to know we're not alone.

[Who're we kidding you'd rather be alone. Her ghost quietly chides her.]

Dimoæna - Titan || Destiny 2 || Spoilers possible

[shield_slinger]

Inbox

[Dimoæna isn't the kind to use the network, so you won't find a message from her. If you need to contact her through the network she does have an inbox - that her Ghost set up.]

You have reached Dimoæna's personal inbox. She is unavailable at the moment, but if you leave a message I will forward it to her at my earliest convenience!

However, I cannot guarantee that she will respond in a timely manner, or at all. Priorities include emergencies and matters of defense. If I may suggest, forming your request in one of these two categories will have a greater chance of response.

Exploring

Her helmet, at least, is secured in her personal inventory, but she takes up a sizable portion of the narrow winding pathways with her broad frame and armor. Still, Dimoæna steps with a certain understanding of her own bulk, and while it might seem she is very near to knocking over a stack of baskets or haphazardly propped bolts of fabric, she never quite upsets anything as she passes by.

Floating by her shoulder is her ghost, humming along to herself and glancing at everything in curiosity as they go by, stopping to scan something that Dimoæna might taken an interest in.

Dimoæna ignores all the vocal street hawkers trying to talk their way into a sale, but then someone who's either lost a bet, accepted a challenge, or is in some way a thrill-seeker, intentionally blocks her way near the exit in order to present her with a very handsome, shining robe.

"For those moments when m'lady sheds her armor; you'll want something just as beautiful as the skin you were born in."

She stiffens in frustration, her Ghost sputtering awkwardly for a moment before deciding just to de-materlize back into Dimoæna's personal inventory.

"I wasn't born - I was revived. I don't take the armor off."

Are you watching? Interfering? Maybe calling her out because she does take her off? In extremely rare cases and even then she's grumpy about it and this vendor is risking life and limb suggesting otherwise?

Employment

She's taken a job in the private security sector, and it's far more brain-numbingly boring than she'd anticipated. But, it gets her alone. Or so she thought; have you been brought in as a secondary security unit, or are you trying to crash her client's place?

Wildcard

Anything else you can think of! (will match prose or action)

Employment

[stormfist]

(( ooc: If you wanna brainbreak her with D2 stuff on here that's cool, but if y'all app, then please not in-game? I'mma canon update her eventually anyway, lol. ♥ hope that's okay ;; ))


Jayden's been hired, too - why have one titan security personnel when you could have two~?

But, yes, it's mind-numbingly boring, and Jayden is not happy about it. Not that she's much of a talker, either, so she's kind of just standing at her post, arms crossed, staring ahead with the proper scaring-off-riff-raff scowl that people want out of a security person.

... Ugh. Should have never taken this job.

rowan cousland | dragon age (origins)

[trudge]

DRANKAN

[ Newly arrived, mostly broke, and more than a little confused; Rowan does what any sensible Dragon Age character in a new and alarming situation does: he goes for a drink. One of the dive bars planetside seems to have drawn him in, and kept him in place for a few hours at a time. All worry currently knotting his gut is being properly dealt with by imbibing as much alcohol as humanly possible. Ignored, like a true hero.

On the bright side; he's a happy drunk? Too happy. Too invasive. You might be one of the lucky people he slings an arm over and leans into, smelling of leather and alcohol and dirt because he's a Fereldan and they always smell like dirt??? Whatever. Either way, he's all up in your grill for some reason. ]

Sorry, sorry. Just needed - uh. Needed a little support for a second. You don't mind, do you? [ Course you don't. He takes another swig from his drink, offering it to the poor unfortunate soul he's thrust himself upon currently. ] Try it. It's... [ a beat. ] It's something.


SADFACE
[ What do you do after drinking yourself stupid? Uh, stargaze duh?? Rowan managed to get into one of those tours, but with his attention span all but gone while his braincells have passed away (rip), he kind of just... wandered off into the field instead. It's nice, quiet. The stars are beautiful. He shouldn't have gone out alone. Surrounded by nothingness with the faint sounds of the city behind him, with the people still in the group further and further away now... he hears his own thoughts.

He doesn't want to hear those. ]

Maker, I'm a mess. [ You sure are, kiddo. ]

WILDCARD
[ yolo ]

drankan;; no sadface allowed

[fantachetic]

[ Really, the mysticism of the planet is all well and good, because who doesn't love a little flair for the dramatic? It's gotten Dorian a coin purse that's a little more heavy than it was upon his arrival, at least. He may not be divinely touched with the ability to read palms or predict a future, but his charm and eloquence have gotten him absolutely everywhere.

Which is what brings him to the bar in the first place. The evening started with a bit of wine, but a few glasses in, his taste goes from refined to whatever-that-piss-you-call-ale-is. Of course he's not drunk, but he's a little less rigid. Not so drunk as--

O-oh. That is a very large bear-man who has slung an arm around him. Dorian starts, and immediately cranes his neck away because the smell that hits him positively screams Ferelden in its offense. That, and the man might be breathing his ale breath at him. His eyebrows raise, and he huffs out a startled laugh as he gently pushes the tankard away with a few fingers. ]

Quite all right, thank you. 'It's something' is not a phrase that I'm willing to test just yet. Perhaps when I'm not able to taste any longer.

Paddra Nsu-Yeul | Final Fantasy XIII

[enduringflower]

I. Arrival Marsiva's Hospitality Deck & Surprising Communications

'You don't have to cry. We'll meet again.'

[Her voice whispers in the darkness of her past as a sad memory fills her thoughts. She doesn't want to say goodbye. Flashes of the past and future fluttered and flickered behind her eyes as she watches her final breath slip from her lips.

Yeul inhales a sharp breath. The cold air piercing her lungs as her eyes slowly open. Bright emerald green orbs focus on the gray ceiling above her.]

Noel... Caius... [The words fall in soft heavy tones.] Why? This is... a contradiction.

[She spoke to no one in particular and yet she knows that her voice will be heard. Somewhere, someone is listening. Yeul's eyes close as she pushes herself up from her bed. She knows where she is but the reason why slips like sand through her fingers. Why is she here now? She should not exist.

'Noel.'

His name rings like a reminder in her head.

'I want to see him.']

II. Lyukian - Superstitions

[The city is amazing. Unlike anything that Yuel has ever seen. Maybe in visions but never where she can reach out and touch it.

Thin fingers reach out and trail along brightly painted buildings and walls. A smile touches her lips as the wind tugs at her long hair and pulls at her skirts. It feels like a dream, even with the uneasiness of the planet that twittered like a song through Yeul's fingertips. She's never seen a place like this.

A small black kitten mews as if it's speaking. 'Alone.' It cries. 'I'm all alone.'

Yeul pauses and offers her hand to the small kitten. For a few moments the pair stare at each other. Both with large innocent emerald eyes. The kitten steps forward, it's nose wiggling as it sniffs the tip of Yeul's fingers. She is unable to leave the kitten there and picks it up to take it with her.

With the black kitten in her arms, people begin to step around Yeul. Staring at the young teen in an uncertain and suspicious way. Yeul is used too it but she doesn't understand why. No one knows her as the seeress here. She looks down at the little black kitten in her arms.]

You're like me. Aren't you?

[She asks, undeterred from the populaces reaction to the black creature. Yeul doesn't think that anyone should be alone.]

III. Lyukian - Stargazing

[Yeul knows that she should find a place to sleep for the night. She doesn't know this world but on Pulse the night was a dangerous time. Monsters ventured closer to their homes and the younger children were entertained with horror stories to keep them safely stowed inside.

This world is different. The streets are dotted with lights and people can wander along the streets. It's usual. As Yeul wanders she finds her gaze climbing towards the sky, unlit she's walking with her chin tilted up at the gleaming lights that dott the darkness.]

There are so many.

[Her voice is soft and filled with wonder.]

Does each light have planets around it?

IV. Wildcard

[ooc: Feel free to find Yeul wandering around the ship or the planet. She hasn't gotten to see much of the world first hand, that wasn't her dying planet, so she can find herself pretty much anywhere thanks to her curiosity. I am game for anything.]

II

[brothersboots]

[Edna is curious about the strange girl. She knows she's one of the people on the Fleet. One of the few that can see her almost immediately. So, she's human, but she's got some sort of spiritual power that makes her not quite normal.

Not that that's bad in the Seraph's opinion.

And she watches the girl with cat. It's a black cat, which is just a cat. But these superstitious morons think that anything different is either a good or bad omen. Edna is just glad that most can't see or hear her. She has no desire to deal with any of them without Sorey or Alisha around to be her buffer. She follows the girl for a few moments before she decides to speak up.]

I wouldn't worry about these stupid humans. Everything different here is "bad" to them.