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Test Drive 005

WELCOME TO ATERAT

Here is our Fifth Test Drive Meme! There are a lot of areas of the city to explore, so please have a look around! In case you need a little help getting started, I've included a few prompts below, or feel free to start your own! Exploration and player initiative are the names of the game here!

Helpful Links to Get Started

Arrival & General Information | Setting & Bestiary | Locales & Businesses | Residences & Housing Info | Rules & FAQ (ask questions here!)

I. Crash Into Me

Not exactly, but close enough. You have just arrived and received a strange satchel from a tiny, strange little man and are left more or less to your own devices (more information on what to expect upon arrival can be found here)! Follow directions to the north and check out the housing, or maybe have a look around the Historium and try to get some information from that giant glowing ball, see what you can waste your meager starter coin on in the Market District, or maybe just meet the neighbors.

II. What Goes Bump in the Night

It looks like Aterat proper has a spirit problem. Maybe you're seeing specters, hearing disembodied voices, your windows rattle when there's no breeze outside. Maybe there are cold spots in your place of business (or your apartment, which is so much worse). Either way, you're 100% convinced you're haunted. Hopefully, someone else believes you, or maybe you're used to feeling crazy.

III. A Mean, Green Mother from where now?

There's a pollen problem in the city, and by that we mean it's everywhere. Yellowish green pollen seems to be caked-on everything with the misfortune of being outside, whether it's windows, banisters, carts, you name it. If it's outside for a duration of time, it's a free game to have a layer of dust settled upon it, and it plays havoc on anyone who breathes it in. Allergic to pollen? Your allergies are horrible. Not allergic, well, you might just have the sniffles anyway, and another problem. You seem to be completely unable to tell a lie. Not only that, but you feel the overwhelming need to tell people things you'd usually keep to yourself. Maybe you like to put cream in your coca-cola (you monster) or maybe you've done something terrible and you really need to get it off your chest either in person or over the network.

IV. Try the Network

The Tell-Phone allows for text, video, and audio transmissions to everyone else who has one. Give it a whirl!

V. Wildcard

The above prompts are all options, and there's much more to the setting than what they provide. Do your best (or your worst)!

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Mary Jane Watson | Marvel 616

[watsy]

I. Crash Into Me
MJ stands in front of the building with red trimming - a near-identical hue as the satchel that hangs below her waist.

"Red, huh?" She says under her breath. A light scoff follows. Red is her nickname and this feels like it may be some kind of a sick joke.

She starts forward as she digs into the satchel for a key she spotted earlier. It was contained in a tiny inner pocket, but MJ threw it back in there with the rest of the things. There isn't that much in there, after all. What could happen?

"MJ, why don't you put things back where they belong?"

With her mind and her eyes in the bag, MJ trips over a piece of uneven sidewalk. The key flies out and a pouch of coins comes loose.

This is not her day.


III. A Mean, Green Mother from where now?
Ah-choo!

[ Mary Jane Watson is on the video network and she can be seen wiping her nose with the top of her hand. ]

Excuse me. Sorry about tha-ah...ah.. choo! Ugh!

[ This is so annoying. Anyone and their mother would be able to tell that she is, in fact, annoyed. ]

Okay. Hi. I have something I need to get off my chest. I have no desire to... [ Have a sneezing fit of four in a row, MJ. ]

In-person would be... be... ah-choo! Gah. I'm gross, I'm sorry. Who else is suffering? Phew.


V. Wildcard
[ See here for some character information! My English writing has gotten rusty and I'd like to stay practicing to improve. Apologies for any mistakes I make along the way c': ]

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[kree_soldieress]

Yes, perhaps it wasn't her day. But at least there was someone coming out from the nearby blue building. And when she saw the woman fall and her things scatter, the Kree woman quickly rushed over. She went immediately to her knees to start gathering things.

That part of the walk will be bad come winter.

"Are you alright?"

Crash into me

[gadaboutdetective]

Llewellyn was on his way back from picking up something to eat from his favourite food stand when he witnessed the unfortunate accident. A vague expression that translated to ‘oof’ crossing his face as the woman tripped over the uneven ground beneath her feet. Been there, done that. He mused to himself as he tucked the bag of soft pretzels under his arm, altering his course to offer her some help with picking things up. Yes, he might have even stumbled a little over uneven cobblestone himself, funnily enough.

Spotting coins rolling across the ground, he stooped to snag them before they got too far. The currency here was far more important than the last world he’d been in and one did not need to lose what they started with. Especially if she was new, which he was presuming she was between the fact that he couldn’t recall seeing her around before, and by the sight of the red bag she’d been digging through. Scooping up the strays that had rolled beyond the main pile, he moved over to offer them over.

“Excuse me, Miss. I believe these are yours, though they uh- seemed to be rather intent upon escape.” Not the best attempt at light humor, but he tried.

Jacob Miller | OC + Aterat Memories

[brotherofagod]

I. Crash Into Me
A.

This was a surprise.

It was his second time wandering through these streets, his second time pausing in front of the fountain that erupted at the center of the square, and his second time to go looking for his new residence. It had felt like a dream but once again he was asleep or maybe this was when he was truly awake.

It was some sort of Matrix shit.

Jacob exhaled a long-drawn-out sigh as his fingers slid through his hair. He was a bit of a mess. Unlike the last time he'd been drawn into this place, he had been in the middle of something. His hair was a matted dirty mess and his jeans had seen better days. He was still wearing a white T-shirt but there was a slash down the center and dried blood on either side of it. He wasn't hurt but his clothing wasn't really making a case for 'healthy'.

He took a seat at the fountain, having pocketed all of the items that he'd been given, and decided to peel off the already torn shirt. It was better to go topless in winter than it was to be wearing a bloody white shirt. That's what he told himself. It didn't do anything to stop him from feeling how ridiculously cold it was but he was stubborn and that personality trait saw him through a lot of his bad decisions.

"Great. What do I do now?"

B.

After his useless brainstorming session at the fountain Jacob found his new room, a shirt, and then went out to see if the town had changed at all. His first stop was the carpentry workshop to see if he could get his old job back. After that, he was looking for those he might recognize. He could have called using the network but he wanted to get his bearings before he did something incredibly embarrassing.

The day was young, there was always time for a healthy dose of embarrassment.

A

[skyward_eyes]

There were whispers in the street, because how could their not be? Even the locals weren't exactly used to people wandering around looking quite that bit of a mess and with blood. So when one saw Nida passing they grabbed him because they saw the guard uniform, and pointed frantically toward the fountain. And Nida moved forward with brisk strides to approach the stranger.

Except he wasn't a stranger. Nida was sure of that even before he saw the shirt fully pulled off. He sped up his pace, fingers coming up to his uniform coat to unbutton it.

"Well you look like a mess," he said, even as he offered the coat out. "Welcome back."

A

[areasontohope]

Haru was having a good old time warbling and pecking at the ground at..well nothing really. And he seemed pretty content to do it every day as if something was new about the ground. Yuki didn't think so, but the chocobo chick was having fun. The pair did their daily walk to the fountain because the blue little chocobo liked to do something like a bird bath and splash its feet into the water and feel it drip down his little feathered back.

So he was bundled up with how cold it was and let the leash go a little further. Yuki of course was grateful for this hour of lunch time though because he was able to take his little chicobo for the walk and it gave him something else to look at other than a desk.

But then he stopped and it wasn't from the cold as his heart felt like it got caught in his throat. Somehow Haru's leash just dropped out of his hand as the feathered chick broke for the fountain and was warbling happily as it took the regular 'bath'.

He was imagining this, or this was a dream, not unlike the countless others he'd had. Not four feet from him was Jacob and he tried to think of something to say, but instead Yuki found he was just staring wordlessly, trying to tell himself that this man wasn't real.

B

[doubled_speed]

"Make way!"

Not that the dude was entirely in the way, but come on, when someone the size of a young man but carrying a large load of wooden beams over his shoulder that had to be way too much for someone his size to carry alone shouts that you should get out of the way, maybe you should. Especially since he was clearly easily running at least as fast as a horse.

AT the last moment he dodged around Jacob and skidded to a stop in front of the carpentry shop. Tommy took a breath before put his load of wood down on a receiving rack outside of the shop's door.

"Hey, you new? Looking for work? Thank goodness. These guys could use it. And I want them to stop seeing me as something other than a delivery guy. Speed and sharp objects so don't go together."

Between A & B maybe-ish?

[monochromatically]

So… This was all rather strange, really. Mono watched the people in the city very closely, at first because he was quite certain they’d all show a more monstrous side of themselves and he wanted to know what he was dealing with. Then the longer he was here… It became a weird game he played. Following people around the city and getting a better idea of who they were, sometimes offering help if it looked like they needed it, like the nice tailor he met a while back.

But Jacob was… weird in the child’s opinion. He was new, at least to Mono, who thought he’d seen everyone by now. But Jacob also walked around like he knew the place. So naturally the child became a little shadow, pulling his bag mask over his head (feeling perhaps a bit cautious this time) and following the guy around here and there. If Jacob was lucky, he might see a dirty tattered edge of a trench coat flap around a corner, but it could also be chalked up to one’s imagination. The kid was very good at being sneaky, after all.

Problem was, Mono was also somewhat clumsy. Prone to tripping and falling over if he threw himself into something so hard. Which was why, when a chocobo pulled cart barrelled by, he darted forward out of the way and tripped over a cobblestone with a loud shout as he tumbled in front of the stranger.

So much for sneaking this time. Have fun looking at a weird little child with a bag on his head, flailing his arms and trying to get his balance back.

The Phantom | The Phantom of the Opera

[yearnsforheaven]

Crash Into Me

Erik has been many places in his lifetime, but none quite like this. He's not even sure what continent this place is on, much less anything else about it. The man who had talked to him upon his arrival had not been particularly helpful. Which is something he's more or less used to, at this point. The people he has encountered during the course of his life have not been particularly helpful most of the time, and he has had to learn to fend for himself.

So fending for himself, now, is a thing that he is well-prepared to do. One thing he had picked up in his brief encounter with the man was that this place has a market district, and from his travels, he knows how useful markets are. They're not just the place to make purchases. They're also the place to pick up on any habits and customs of the local population. If he's going to be here for awhile, he should learn what he can about the place, and see what materials he can find for making a mask.

[ooc: If your character is coming across him before he has a mask, this is what he looks like without one. The deformity covers half of his face. He is dressed in [Victorian-era] formal wear, minus the jacket.]

A mean, green mother from where now?

This pollen is...well, it reminds him a bit of being in Persia, when the wind would come up and sand would get everywhere, but at least the sand didn't give him the sniffles. He might have a mask on, but it's covering the wrong parts of his face to keep the pollen out.

As reclusive as he is, he does still have a need to go outside from time to time, where out of habit, he avoids people as much as he can. It's just easier that way.

One place where he can't avoid people, though, is in the market district. Which is where someone just might overhear him telling one of the vendors, "I once killed two men, and almost a third. Everyone in that opera house was afraid of me for months."

Maybe it's time for him to go home, where at least if he says these things, there's no one to hear him.

Wildcard

He has never been particularly good at dealing with fear and uncertainty, and even though being in a new place would not normally bring out fear in him, usually when he's in a new place, he went there with a purpose and after choosing to do so. Not knowing precisely where he is or why has brought that creeping back in again. Not having anyone to rage at over this (although he's recently had plenty of proof that such behavior never works anyway), he has to find another way to spend that energy.

His fingers itch to play something, but bereft of not only a piano and a organ but also a violin as well, that is one desire that he will have to find a way around. So instead of making music with his hands, he's singing, and he doesn't care where he is or who hears him doing it.

Wildcard 2.0

Feel free to make up something of your own.

Crash

[faithfulsupport]

Ignis has parked his chocobo not too far from the market place. But he has taken care to walk the bird around the back nearer to where he'll be shopping. And so after he walks back around to the entrance as is proper, he stops short of crashing into an unfamiliar person.

Knowing the local populace due to visiting the stalls for fresh ingredients just about daily, he's passingly familiar with who comes around pretty often and who seems to be new. However due to his politeness, Ignis would never outright call anyone out as most people seem to wish to blend in and not draw attention to themselves.

And so when the gentleman nearly collides with him, again due to being polite, Ignis half smiles. "I beg your pardon, I wasn't quite watching my step, so you have my sincerest apologies."

Wildcard

[gadaboutdetective]

Admittedly, Llewellyn had gotten used to the many buskers singing and playing music in the markets. They were a little more plentiful here than he’d seen in other places. So it didn’t seem quite so strange to hear someone singing out of the blue, though the energy behind it and the particular place this person was singing was… Somehow different. Or at least it was enough for it to stand out to Llewellyn.

It wasn’t exactly a prime location for attention to earn coin, so it the man had to wander in the direction to get a glimpse of whoever was singing.

He did have an appreciation for music, after all, one of his most treasured and rare memories was of someone singing. He didn’t consider himself an expert, no... Just someone who could appreciate the courage it took to sing when people were present and liked to listen. And… It was a new voice, so perhaps a new arrival was trying to gain some coin and they weren’t sure how to go about it. Regardless, his curiosity was piqued, and he had to wander over for at whoever it was.

A mean, green mother from where now?

[genius_sorcerer]

"Is that so?" An elegant voice spoke as she stepped up next to the stranger. She didn't talk about the rumors that followed her but she knew that they weren't always true. "I don't suppose you'd like to inform us of the situation? Or as you as cruel as your words seem to imply?"

Vibrant ruby red eyes looked over at the man while a light smile touched the corner of her lips. She was young but posed and articulant.

"I'd like to think there is more to the story."

Fiona Green/Halon - Wife of the Male Lead

[genius_sorcerer]

@ the Town Square

Fiona stopped at the center fountain after the small gnome had left her alone. It was a strange situation but an interesting welcome. It couldn't be another story because her appearance hadn't changed. Startling red eyes stared back at her as she peered into the fountain, beautifully pale skin and pure white hair fell in long strands across her shoulders as she frowned.

She was Fiona Halon.

"What sort of story is this? A fantasy spin-off? Fanfiction?" She mumbled to herself though she panicked when she realized that she'd spoken out loud.

Her gaze quickly flicked around the square to make sure that there wasn't anyone around her. IF was a new story she didn't want to come off as weird. She was Fiona Halon and as long as she was Abel's daughter, she would have to uphold the Halon name.

A soft exhausted exhale puffed up her cheeks as she thought back to the story she'd just come from. At least Sigren was in the capital. Even if she wasn't there, he'd meet the female lead and be able to save the world. She wasn't needed but she felt a little sad leaving without saying goodbye. Her thoughts then shifted to Abel who was going to find a way to punish her whenever she managed to return. He wouldn't enjoy her sudden disappearance and the time was horrible. It was just before he was going to present her as his adopted daughter. She didn't look forward to the rumors that would arise from the situation.

Fiona exhaled another sign as she placed two thin fingers to her forehead. Just thinking of Abel gave her a headache.

@ Shopping

She wasn't too worried about money. Those who could use magic were well paid for their services but while occurred to Fiona that it might be different here, she didn't think that she'd have trouble finding work. So with her current amount of money, it was time to acquire what she needed to start a new life. It was a shame that she didn't have the money she'd been saving up since she was thirteen but it couldn't be helped.

At least she'd have a chance at her relaxing free life.

The path she cut appeared aimless as she took in the cities atmosphere. It was more akin to the capital than it was to the north. There wasn't the same tension that she was used to.

Her steps slowed to a stop when she spotted a tailor shop. This was more like what she was used too and while she wasn't a fan of frivolous shopping, she needed more than the single dress that she'd arrived with if she was to begin a new life. Her current dress was beautiful, with high-end silks and fabrics that cost more than most but Fiona didn't need such clothing to be comfortable.

After brief consideration she walked into the shop, curious to see what fashions were popular in the city.

@ Texting

This doesn't feel like the place that should have phones like this. Are there computers too? or Type writers?

The Town Square

[askypirate]

He'd been around the other side of the fountain when she'd arrived, pushing away his own concerns by taking in the admittedly breathtaking sights. He'd heard the voices while he was looking around but waited until the strange man had left the newcomer to her own devices. He even nearly stepped around to speak to this fellow new arrival but stopped when she spoke to herself. She seemed distraught, which he could sympathize with, but actions tended to steady his nerves. He'd never been to a new world before, but there was a first time for everything, and surely the secrets littering this place would make the diversion worth it. Fran may even be along soon enough.

He chose her following silence to step from his shelter, smiling charmingly and striding confidently, making a motion as though to indicate the place as he did so.

"A sprawling epic, I should think."

The Square

[gadaboutdetective]

It was odd, but if Llewellyn had heard her speak, he knew that stories could be real places outside your own world, and fanfiction wasn’t that strange a concept to him. He had… learned too much about it in the last world from someone. It was a confusing thing, but he at least understood it.

But he hadn’t, having happened upon her after the fact. Llewellyn had noticed an unfamiliar face in a place where he’d started to recognize the faces of locals and those who’d been around for a while. She was definitely new, and new usually meant in need of assistance. The detective was between appointments, having left work to check on some addresses he’d been given to look at after grabbing something to eat, and so he wasn’t in too much of a rush that he couldn’t stop to see if someone needed help. Food could wait for once…

His brows raised high, wrinkling his forehead under the brim of his grey homburg as he watched her press her fingers against her head as though she had a headache. Oh, dear… He altered his course with an awkward turn and stopped a few paces away. “Mm… Pardon, but are you alright, miss?”

(ooc: Let me know if this isn't okay!)

Texting

[angelofdestruction]

[The urge to cite something about the UP3 ran through Fayt's mind before he typed back a reply even if he didn't mention it because this was a foreign place. But at least someone out there was on the same page of sorts.]

I haven't seen any computers or type writers.

text

[usestwohands]

[The shortened form 'Phone' suggests familiarity with this 'TellPhone' he was gifted. Interesting.]

I am unfamiliar with "computer" or "Type writers", but I would be interested to know their functions, and what sort of world would know this "Phone" with such familiarity.

[king_inthenorth]

Crash Into Me

Jon has discovered that he rarely turns out to be sure of anything in life. What he thought he knew, what he thought was the right decision: most of them turn out to be something other than he thought. But one thing he is sure of is that he's not in Westeros anymore. He can see no reason not to believe the strange little man who told him so. In Westeros, he'd had some idea of what was happening and what to expect, but here, everything is so different. It looks and sounds different. It even smells different. He doesn't know where to start in trying to make sense of it all, so the first thing he does is find somewhere to sit and start going through the contents of the satchel the man gave him.

If anyone looks like they're not from around here, it's him. Perhaps someone can help him out.

What Goes Bump in the Night

This is not Jon's first encounter with the unquiet dead. He just wonders what their issue with him is this time.

He tries to sleep, but he can't get any peace from the rattling windows and eerie noises and hopes that, if he's lucky, he will find some place in the rest of the city where the spirits won't bother him.

Which is why he's out for a walk in the middle of the night, looking over his shoulder every few feet for any signs that something not human is following him.

Wildcard

Choose your own adventure.

[angelofdestruction]

As Jon is sitting down, Fayt is getting his own taste of chasing down the little gnome. As fast as the youth can run, the gnome is infinitely faster and disappears with a quickness.

"Wait! I don't know...!" And then he stops a few feet from the other newcomer going through his contents, watching almost helplessly as the thing vanishes into what seems to be thin air.

The blue haired head lowers and Fayt pauses to catch his breath, partly looking up in the direction of the disappearance. "I've never seen anything like that before. And I have to wonder if anyone else around here has."

What Goes Bump in the Night

[usestwohands]

A darker shadow among shadows, the dark elf was at his best under the veil of night. It was just as well this odd spiritual disturbance seemed to escalate when darkness fell. His heavy brown cloak was pulled low over his eyes, more to block out the slights of street lamps than to appear sinister, though the gentle brightness of his violet eyes and the shock of his white hair again onyx black skin did little to alleviate the appearance.

To Drizzt's credit, he didn't try to avoid being seen. The people here reacted much less harshly to his appearance than the people of Faerun, but the old habits of keeping quiet and nonintrusive around others was difficult to break. He watched Jon for some time as they each made their way in a similar direction, Drizzt's soft leather boots making no sound on the cobblestones, taking note of the human's nervousness but also the tension in his shoulders that told the drow the young make could handle himself.

He allowed his vision to shift into the infrared spectrum, casting his eyes around to their surroundings and finding no others lying in wait. Blinking away the vision, returning to normal views, he looked toward the other man, within earshot now, if the drow raised his voice suddenly.

"Well met, this night. There are no villains lying in wait that I have seen."

Angel "Inesa" - Original Character

[unknownmoirai]

[ Crash Into Me ]

Once outside, the petite woman came to a hesitant stop. Her light gray-blue eyes were directed up at the cloudy white sky above. It was no longer snowing but the overcast remained overhead. The snow had been released from their heavenly prisons and the white fluff of the remaining clouds brighten the noon day sky.

Her hand reached out towards the sky as a sweet voice escaped from pink lips. " Olpirt," With that single spoken word the clouds began to drift and thin. In their place, a warm bright sun filled the heavens, kissing the young woman's cheek with its radiant touch.

Tears welled up in her eyes and while standing in the middle of the thoroughfare, the young woman began to weep.

[ Network – Voice ]

Hello?

[She is standing outside as she attempts to greet those who had been brought into the city with her. This isn't the first time she's been taken to a world like this, but she hadn't expected to remember her time living beneath the water.

In comparison, this world was much nicer.]

Excuse me. I hope this works. [Her voice is sweet and feminine.] Oh. There we are. I'll start again.

Hello.

I'd like to know more about the people here. Nothing intrusive or invasive. But I can imagine that this city, this world, is much larger than it appears, and I'd like to learn more about it. Thank you, in advance, for your time.

I would also like to know if any of my acquaintances have arrived as well. Jon or Rhys or… anyone who remembers the name Inesa? It was given to me as a gift.

Thank you.

[ Wildcard ]

[ooc: You know me. I am interested in everything, if neither of these prompts tickle your fancy.]

Crash Into Me

[unbreakable_king]

Today was a chilly day that Rhy was not the most excited about being out during. But the sun had suddenly chosen to come out, and Rhy was glad for that.

What he wasn't expecting, as he warmed under the sun, was the form there. A distant woman who looked familiar. Before he could help himself Rhy started to walk faster, before jogging. It was not dignified, but it was his haste to see someone he cared for that drove him.

"Inesa!" he called out when he was almost in arm's length. "Teacher!"

Network - Voice!!!!

[gadaboutdetective]

[Llewellyn nearly dropped the tell-phone when this message came through and Pretzel, who’d been asleep under his desk, perked up and let out a startling bark. They both knew that voice.

Scrambling to hit the button to respond and open the voice function, he hushed Pretzel.]

Sh-shhh… Bud, give me a sec-!

Oh, yes? Hello? Inesa, is that really you??? It’s um- it’s Llewellyn! [A bark,] And Pretzel!

We didn’t expect to hear from you again. Where are you? Did you just arrive?

[Oh, wow. Rhy would be thrilled by this.]

- Enis Edrin - OC -

[blindpuppet]

[ Freaking Arrival ]

Her arrival was a jarring experience.

There are two people standing in front of her, attempting to explain the situation but Enis was panicked and unable to process the sudden dizzying change. Her eyes closed and she held back the ache that began to throb just behind her eyes. The red-haired woman left but the small man remained, waiting for Enis to take the bag that he held out to her.

Without fully processing, she snatched the bag and ran. The subtle sound of whirling grew louder as she ran. She had to get away, escape. Enis dashed into an ally, her eyes clamped shut as she focused on steadying the thrum that steadily whirled within her mind.

"No. Not like this." She whispered the plea, but it was no use. Her body still felt like it was scattered into a million pieces.

Critical alert.

She gasped and curled into a ball in the alley floor.

System override.

It was only as the whirling died down that the floor of new information filtered through her mind. Even if she hadn't been paying attention, the chip in her head mapped out where she was from where she had started. It also had taken all the information spoken to her and condensed it to a useable format. Enis took her time to review the information, remaining in the ally until she was ready to step into this new world.

[ Crash Into Me… at a Bar ]

It didn't take her long to calm down and find a place to drink.

Enis had the small bit of money that she'd been given but it wouldn't last if she was frivolous. Luckily, after a quick run-in with a local, she found herself with a decent collection of stolen cash to fuel the nights escapade. She couldn't get drunk without something stronger than the liquor found on earth but there was no reason not to give it a try.

She ordered a glass of whiskey, quickly downs it, and then ordered another.

This sucked. She needs to start planning... after tonight. Tonight, she just wants to forget that this clusterfuck was even happening.

Those with a sharp eye might notice that the woman at the bar wasn't only wearing a pair of dark jeans but had a 22mm gun hidden beneath her leather jacket.

[ Wildcard ]

[ooc: you know me. I am game for anything if neither of these prompts tickle your fancy.]

Crash into me at a bar- I'm so sorry, Enis. Incoming train wreck.

[gadaboutdetective]

Llewellyn was between point A. and point B. at the moment. He’d been working late, but not quite late enough to stop by the tailor shop where Rhy worked to walk him home. So he’d stopped in the tavern to warm up a bit, grab a small drink of something and making something to eat (definitely something to eat) to pass the time.

That was the plan.

The plan ended with a drink being knocked over and a glass rolling to the floor when his during his usual game of ‘people watching’, his eyes fixed on a particular woman. The sight left him feeling more than a little emotional. Llewellyn had not expected to see her again, and had spent a considerable amount of time worrying about what she might’ve gone back to after she disappeared from the Sphere when he was there… Enis. One of the few people he’d ever considered a ‘best friend.’

So down the glass went, and he was offering an apologetic gesture to the tavern keeper and clumsily ducking around people to stop in front of her table. “Enis??? Enis you’re here, I didn’t- I can’t believe…!” He blurted out awkwardly, between happy and disbelief.

It never struck that man that she might not recognize him…

Sole & Luna | the Pentamerone

[sleepingtwins]

III. A Mean, Green Mother from where now?

No matter the situation the twins refused to be separated and transportation to another world was no different. The two seven year old children walked hand in hand down the pollen covered street, their feet bare as they had been inside before the nauseating transportation to this new city. The young girl walked a step behind her brother, hiding from those who passed by as if a single touch would burn her. Sole glared at those who met his gaze and kept his freehand hidden beneath his vest where his knife was sheathed.

This wasn't their first time seeing a city but it was the first time that they were alone in such a vast location. Nothing had gone right since they left their mother and they were both waiting for something to go wrong.

Sole understood that this was a different world but that didn't mean that the evil queen wouldn't find them. He had to be on alert and protect his sweet innocent sister from the adults that aimed to harm them.

V. Wildcard; a lord without money is a thief.

Sole was running through the streets with a small wooden device pulled safely to his chest. A shout had risen in the air behind him as he ran but there was no going back. He had already taken the toy and he wasn't going to stop running. Guards appeared but Sole was small and quick, weaving through the streets and dashing under large crates that crowded the nearby allies. He already knew the way.

Once he was sure that he wasn't being followed he circled back to the ally he'd started at and found his sister curled up in the shadow as if the darkness was a protective shield. He smiled at her and handed her a small harp that was traditionally called a lyre.

Luna smiled but pulled her brother into a hug before taking the instrument. She didn't want his brother to do dangerous things like this but she couldn't tell him not too. No matter how hard she tried, she wasn't able to speak.

Me: I can't do this till tomorrow! Also me: ... /Sneaks onto laptop because brain demands it NOW

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III. A Mean, Green Mother from where now?

Mono had a bag full of letters over his shoulder, running down the street as he tugged his postman hat down over his eyes to block out the sun and settle some of his nerves about the amount of people he’d be seeing that morning. He liked having the responsibility, of course. The work meant he could buy things he needed… And it was nice to take on extra work to help out his boss now and then. He was really good at getting around the city. He knew short cuts and routes that the other kids didn’t yet.

What the boy hadn’t expected was to see two very unfamiliar faces wandering the streets. Mono knew all the kids around here, especially the ones who worked for Tommy like he did. But these two were younger than him by a couple years at least, and they… Looked like they felt like he had when arriving at Aterat, uncertain and alert in a strange new world. So he slowed his run down and tilted his head, shifting his bag slightly and ducking down to blend in with the crowd as he went into ’follow mode’. It was different, of course, then it was when he was around new adults. This was more to get an idea of if they had any adults around already, or if they needed help.