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August 2022 Test Drive Meme

AUGUST 2022 TDM

INTRODUCTION

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Welcome to Folkmore's monthly Test Drive Meme! Please feel free to test drive any and all characters regardless of your intent to apply or whether you have an invite or not.

All TDMs are game canon. You can choose to have your TDM thread be your introduction thread upon acceptance or start fresh. Each TDM will provide a scenario for how characters arrive in-game that particular month.

Playing TDMs will allow characters to immediately obtain canon items from homes especially weapons or other things they may have had on their person when they were pulled from their worlds! There will always be a prompt that provides some sort of "reward" to characters who complete certain tasks.

Current players are allowed to have in-game characters react to TDMs via the Network or make a log with the prompts. Current players are always encouraged to tag new people on the TDM!

TDM threads can be used for spoon spending at any time by characters accepted into the game.

[ Prompt One ★ Prompt Two]

Summer Is Over

Content Warnings: snakes, cultists, optional violence.

FALLING DOWN LIKE PIECES INTO PLACE

A breeze with the crisp smell of dying leaves caresses you awake. You sit up to find yourself in the middle of an apple orchard, rows spreading out in all directions. Mouth watering apples hang from the branches, and nobody will stop you from taking one. You can wander the orchard as long as you like, but eventually you will find yourself emerging into the front yard of a little farm. There’s a red barn with perfect white trim set far back, and to one side of the yard is a kiosk modeled to match the barn. This is staffed by a woman who sure looks a lot like the fox that brought you here.

On the side of the kiosk are advertised a few different items: pumpkin spice lattes, hot apple cider, cold alcoholic apple cider, and hot chocolate. The cider, you will be informed, is made on site. (But you have to be of legal age to be given that hard cider!)

There are two other things advertised: APPLE PICKING and a SCAVENGER HUNT.

“You need a buddy for those, though,” the woman running the kiosk will tell you. “Lucky for you there’s plenty of people you can pair up with.”

If you elect to try the scavenger hunt, you and your partner will be handed a piece of paper. On it reads the following:

TAKE A PICTURE OF THE FOLLOWING ON YOUR RELIC! :)

- YOU HOLDING HANDS WHILE YOU GO DOWN A PATH
- FEET WITH AUTUMN LEAVES
- SOMETHING YOU THINK IS TRULY BEAUTIFUL
- A GENUINE SMILE

“When you’re done, bring it back here and show me,” the woman instructs you. “You’ll get a prize if you do.”

It’s an easy enough list, right? Although you have to follow the instructions - you really DO have to find something you genuinely think is beautiful, and that smile can’t be forced! Those might require opening up to your partner a little bit!

If you succeed in the scavenger hunt, you will be gifted with an item from home.

Now, what if you decided to go apple picking?

You will be given a bucket. “Be careful to only pick apples from the trees in the rows,” the kiosk woman tells you with a secret smile. “You don’t want to bother the old trees off the path.”

Yeah. That sure sounds like a challenge, doesn’t it?

If you do stick to the orchard proper, you will be able to pick your fill of apples. All of them are crisp and sweet and delicious. But at some point you will see the other trees.

They’re both huge and old, standing on two sloping hills just past the orchard rows. One of them has apples red as blood, and the other apples gold as the sun. In the shade of these trees are weapons sticking half out of the earth, as if they were carelessly buried many years ago.

If you pick one of the red apples, you will find that you are suddenly besieged with huge snakes. They are as big as anacondas and an inky black that absorbs the light, with eyes the same red as the apples. They aren’t poisonous, but they bite and they crush, so you’ll have to fight them off at least long enough to run like hell!

If you pick the golden apples, a crowd of people will silently begin appearing from the orchard. They are all wearing animal masks… and they are all holding hand scythes. Uh oh. You’ll have to fight them off in order to escape! If you don’t manage that, well, in some places it’s traditional to have a big ol’ sacrificial bonfire…

All the weapons below the trees are non-enchanted items, but you may keep them.

Plaid Shirt Days and Nights

Content Warnings: Optional themes of identity and school trauma.

IMAKEOVER MAKEOVER

Thirteen believes passionately in education. There are, after all, five academies in Folkmore all catering to different types of learning. While these academies are open year round, it becomes apparent if you walk through any of the districts housing shops that back to school is definitely a thing.

A new school year represents a chance to learn more about the world, and about yourself.

Also? It’s a great time for a makeover!

Yes, step into any of the shops selling clothing and accessories anywhere in Folkmore and you will find yourself passionately invested in helping another person discover who it is they want to look like! Do they want to look cool and aloof? Warm and approachable? Are they an e-boy or a cottagcore witch? Punk or prep? You two can figure it out together!

As you shop together you will find it easier and easier to open up to one another, sharing who it is you want to be.

You’ll also be able to score a sweet outfit. Nice.

SAVED BY THE BELL

Wander into any school in Folkmore and you will find a handmade poster instructing all new students and faculty to report to the auditorium. Normal enough, one supposes… but the moment you enter the room you will find reality swims all around you and all of a sudden you’re stuck in a school nightmare!

You know the kind. You’re late for class, no matter how fast you run. You’re in gym class, trying to climb that goddamn rope. You’re getting your books dumped. You’re naked and giving a book report.

These could be memories, but it’s just as likely that they aren’t - you and another person are just trapped in this cliche together. Whichever one of you is in the audience role could maybe help the other one out? Get them some pants or something? Yeah.

Threaded | Flat

Ask em here!

► scavenger hunt

( it didn't seem like a difficult task, four pictures, some creativity in doing it. it seemed like an odd request but she wasn't complaining and her partner didn't seem to be either )

Which one are we checking off first?

( get it done and out of the way, right? at least finding autumn leaves wouldn't be difficult, holding hands could be quickly done. finding something truly beautiful? una wondered whether they'd agree on that, whether it mattered or if they'd both photograph something different. they'd see when they got there )

► saved by the bell

( it's an experience that una's never had before, never having been late or in trouble whilst she was at school herself. and yet somehow she feels that same panic, knows that something is terrible even if it doesn't hit her as anything more than a niggle in her mind. yet.

but then the scene comes together more, a hand coming down and the books that were somehow in her arms are getting slammed to the floor and in that moment it all seems to click into place, she wants to cry, and she believes she's actually here. stood there, books at her feet, horrifically mortified )

((PLEASE NOTE: I'm playing from an endgame, post-final-boss canon point w/ all sidequests. If you want to avoid spoilers, just let me know where you're up to in the comment header/etc. XB3 technically comes off spoiler probation on the 29th so I wanted to give a heads up. Also tag in how you like I can match formats.))

i. Falling Down - General Apple Shenanigans

[Taion is perfectly aware that fruit grows on trees. What he's never seen before is an orchard fruit trees intentionally cultivated, in neat rows, just ripe for the picking.

And no wonder, when he thinks about it - it's one thing for Colony Tau to grow crops that take only a season or two in their neat plots. Trees take... Much longer, surely, to grow. Long enough that he has no idea how long, except that he supposes a soldier who planted a seed might not even live to see the harvest. And with how much colonies lived on the move... It'd be pointless, to try to make something like this.

Still. It's with an expression that can indeed only be described as aching wonder that he eventually pulls himself together enough to walk up to one of the trees and palm one of the apples hanging heavily from the branches just above his eye-line. He knows what an apple is. They grow wild in the northern half of Aetia. But those apples are perhaps two-thirds the size of these at most, and...

He hesitates, then pulls the apple from the branch and bites into it before the hesitation and fretting can overtake him.]

... Oh.

[It's so sweet, so juicy - so much more of an apple than the wild apples. Before he quite realizes, Taion has to nudge his glasses up to reflexively wipe at his eyes with the hand that isn't occupied by the apple, which is already dripping juice onto his fingers. He's fine it's fine.]

Are all apples like this so sweet, I wonder...?

ii. Falling Down - Cider and Scavenger Hunt

[He's not quite clear on what cider is, but after the apples, Taion's game enough to try some. The warmth of the drink in his hands is familiar enough, though very different from tea - so much stronger, almost overwhelming. He nurses it in tiny sips, even as it cools from hot to warm and down to cool, at one of the picnic tables near the stand, watching people come and go.

Eventually, curiosity gets the better of him, and he signs up for the Scavenger Hunt. He looks approachable enough if you need a partner - a teenager with dark skin and hair, glasses and a bright orange scarf wrapped maybe too many times around his neck.

Upon receiving the list, he puts a chin on his chin and frowns.]

I admit, I expected something perhaps a bit more... Challenging. These are quite open-ended.

[Sorry, random or not so random person. You've been landed with a professional overthinker.]

Does the last have to be any particular person's smile, do you think? Must it be one of us, or will someone else's do?

iii. Makeover, Makeover

[For the most part, he's taken to wandering - if the variety of shops in the City was overwhelming in comparison to what's available in the colonies, then what Folkmore has to offer is enough to make the City look like the saddest little Dirt colony. Taion can't, hasn't even begun to cope with and assess the options presented to him because there are just so many.

Systematic and arbitrary it is. Which means stepping into the nearest shop just because it is the nearest - he can mark them off in a map in his Iris as he goes. Just to investigate each one, unless something catches his eye (and Taion is at least wise enough of himself to know that something will, sooner or later. He's not in a hurry, best to be thorough.

Which is plenty of time for the suggestion of shopping to properly catch in his head, though he's not really inclined to shop for himself. When you don't know what it is you like, it's easier to learn by externalizing and observing others. With that in mind, you might be approached by an awkward teen who seems more a little uncertain about suggesting things at all to a stranger.]

This seems like it might suit you.

[Whatever he's pointed out seems to go with whatever you already have - and Taion doesn't have an entirely bad eye for matching. Unfortunately, he has very little practical experience in choosing clothes, which means that issues like 'gendered clothes,' 'price,' and the like go a little bit over his head. He's running entirely off pattern recognition, here, bereft of cultural context. Cut him some slack.]

iv. Wildcard

[If there's anything else you want to do, feel free to hit me up! Taion is generally more than a bit overwhelmed by Folkmore and that makes for easy ideas. Is there anyone available to explain what a train is?]

FALLING DOWN LIKE PIECES INTO PLACE

To say that Susan was perturbed would be a vast understatement. She'd been on her way to the throne room with her royal brothers and sister when she saw a fox out of the corner of her eye. Questioning the fox had been for naught, apparently it wasn't a talking beast, but then it had raced down the hall.

Susan had found herself with a strange urge to follow it, but after so long steeped in the magics and mysteries of Narnia, she hadn't really questioned the urge too strongly. Now she wishes she had. For she had found herself in a world that was decidedly not Narnia and she was told to go apple picking.

She supposed it could have been worse, it wouldn't be the first time she'd helped harvest apples in the vast back gardens of Cair Paravel. Red apples were her favorites, so Susan chose to start with those. Though, she wondered at the weapons embedded in the ground. It seemed like a poor way to care for such things.

After the first red apple was picked (her fingernails had turned into claws, claws which looked as though they'd been dipped into black nail lacquer) a plethora of snakes appeared seemingly out of nowhere.

Susan uttered a most unladylike word, then her eyes darted to and fro until she found what she was looking for: a bow with a quiver full of arrows. It wasn't what she'd been gifted by Father Christmas, but it would have to do.

She nocked the first arrow and let it fly, striking one of the snakes in the throat, but it rapidly became clear that she couldn't manage all of the snakes, not without running a serious risk of injury to herself.

Susan catches your character's eye with something close to a glare. "A little assistance, if you please!"

MAKEOVER MAKEOVER

After a rather trying ordeal with the snakes, Susan was grateful to see something as civilized as a clothing shop. She'd initially intended to find something for herself as her gown was ruined, soaked through with sweat and snake ichor. But the more she looked, the less interested she was in clothing for herself.

She observes your character looking somewhat lost and she decided to be kind, approaching them with a warm smile.

"Here, let me help. I do know a thing or two about fashion."

[the outward signs of Susan's transformation are sharpened teeth, the aforementioned claws, and small horns which match the look of the claws--black and shiny. please don't hesitate to PM me with any questions!]

Edited 2022-08-25 13:19 (UTC)

FALLING DOWN LIKE PIECES INTO PLACE--Scavenger Hunt

The woman was a fox. She knew that. She knew that without having to think about it.

In a way, it was reassuring to know she wasn't the only one here who was more than she appeared. Though, whenever she had transformed, she'd never grown Mountain Lion ears or a tail before, all of the animal's lethal aspects seemingly transformed into something she cringed inside to imagine, thinking they were "cute."

Dezba had never been cute. Not once in her entire life.

But, used to doing as she was told, she took the list of Scavenger Hunt items. The thought of doing so with a partner made her breath feel like it would stop, but she gave a wan smile to the closest person to herself.

"May I--may I ask for your assistance? I won't be a drag on you, I promise."

FALLING DOWN LIKE PIECES INTO PLACE---apple picking

Apples! An actual apple orchard! Her home had been so ravaged by the elements that things like fresh fruit were only there for the obscenely rich. The rest of them, Dezba including, had to make do with overly processed and canned fruits.

She could hear Ajei's voice in her head, her mother curling her lip at the canned, telling Dezba that once, there had been vast orchards, once everyone could go to the store and buy as much fresh fruit and vegetables as they wanted. But not now. Not for hundreds of years.

Wide eyed, Dezba backed up until she ran into someone else, immediately casting her gaze downward as she turned to face them. "I'm so sorry, I--I didn't know you were there. I'm sorry," she says with the distinct air of one who didn't expect to be forgiven.

SAVED BY THE BELL

Dezba had never been to school before. That, too, was a thing for the wealthy. Everyone else was expected to look and act and speak nicely as they served in whatever role they'd been assigned whether it was a salesgirl at a perfume counter, a driver (self-driving cars were available! but it was a status symbol to have an actual driver to take the rich from place to place), or a garbage collector.

She feels her brain swim unnaturally as she found herself naked as the day she was born, her old and well-worn copy of "Sense and Sensibility" in clutched in her hands so tightly her knuckles had turned white.

Without intending to, she meets the eye of someone. She can feel their judgement upon her. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I don't know how this happened, but I'm sorry."

Dezba looks rather like a deer in the headlights, just before the car made contact. But she knew better than to expect mercy.

[OOC: details about Dezba and the world she comes from can be found here with a heavy CW for a police state, extreme gaps between the rich and poor, and passing privilege]

Edited 2022-08-25 14:40 (UTC)

[I] SCAVENGER HUNT

[The moment Helga rounds around the barn and ends up in the front yard before a little kiosk that perfectly matches said little red barn ... well, she's charmed. 100% utterly charmed. The whole kitschy air of it all just like cottagecore or any of those other woodsy trends hits her in a really stupidly soft way.

Not that she shows it for more than a second. The look of clear adoration is suffused beneath a frown and a look of mild annoyance.

“You need a buddy for those, though.” Helga's brow twitches, partner projects always had a tendency of backfiring on her. Here she knows absolutely no one but it's not like that had ever stopped Helga either.

So she just sort of picks a person at random.]

Hey you. Yeah, c'mere a second.

[Now she hitches a thumb back at the kiosk.]

Wanna partner up?

[II] APPLE PICKING;

Criminy, what kind of field is this.

[Says one tall blonde as she plucks a legitimate sword out of the shade of one of the trees. She twirls it around like she would a baseball bat, eyeing it suspiciously.]

This Excalibur or something? Look pal, I'm not up for being King of some random field in the middle of nowhere.

[III] IMAKEOVER MAKEOVER;

[As a kid Helga had had an overall heavy disinterest in fashion. Yeah okay, she did a stint as the 'It' girl for a while but that had been her own tried and true fashion and nothing new. In high school she only vaguely dabbled in anything more meaningful than wrestling tshirts, jeans and a hat to cover up the bow she refused to get rid of.

Now though as an adult she ... well, she still isn't that big into fashion. She knows more about the trends simply because of the internet and she'll admit, she's got a sort of soft spot for the whole cottagecore thing even if she'd never wear it.

... Now dark academia on the other hand, maaaaybe.

Case in point Helga is plucking out a particular pleated plaid skirt, part of the whole dark academia ensemble as far as she's seen, and sort of holding it up to herself. Anyone nearby is conscripted into answering her next musing.]

You think this would work on me?

[She's tall and has more of a model figure than anything too curvy. Now that she's looking at it the skirt is probably a little too short for her tastes to be honest.]

[IV] WILDCARD;

[Want to re-enact some traumatic school memory with Helga? Maybe enjoy some hot apple cider and talk books or poetry? Feel free to PM me for all your plotting needs.]

Edited (I can't decide on a role, lol) 2022-08-25 14:01 (UTC)

FALLING DOWN LIKE PIECES INTO PLACE--yellow apples

Joi was real. Really and truly real, even beyond the illusion of realness that the emulator had given her. But she couldn't revel in the notion, not just yet. Not until she knew more about the people and place she'd found herself in.

So she wandered through the orchard for a long time, marveling at the trees, the apples, the sky, the truly fresh air in her lungs (did a Replicant have lungs? she felt as though she was breathing, so she tried to accept that answer).

She spun around in excitement, the trees and fruit a blur of beauty surrounding her, beauty unlike anything she'd ever seen or experienced. Maybe a little reveling couldn't hurt?

Joi knew the story of Eve in the garden, but surely one little apple couldn't hurt? She plucked a bright yellow apple from the closest tree and prepared to take a bite out of it, the weapons in the ground meaning nothing to her.

Before she could take so much as a nibble, there were others there. Wearing masks and advancing on her, their menace clear. Joi was programmed for companionship and support, not self-defense, so the notion of picking up one of the weapons and fighting didn't even occur to her.

Instead she screamed, "Help! Help! Can't somebody help me," desperation clear in her voice.

FALLING DOWN LIKE PIECES INTO PLACE--Scavenger hunt

Joi scanned the list, immediately committing it to memory. Most of it seemed simple enough? She was a bit nervous about holding hands with someone else, that was a little strange to think about. Strange to think that she could hold hands with someone else now. But she only wanted to hold hands with Joe.

And something beautiful? She'd had the chance to look in a mirror, she had wings and a halo of all things! Wings of white neon, each feather outlined in bright light and a neon yellow halo hovering over her head, making her brown hair shine. Couldn't her wings and halo count as that something beautiful?

Joi cast her gaze around her, looking for someone who wasn't already paired off with someone else. Spotting someone, she approached with a sweet smile, her voice softly accented. "Excuse me? Perhaps we can do this together? What do you think?"

MAKEOVER MAKEOVER

When Joi had only been a companion hologram, she'd had countless outfits, hairstyles, and make-up to access. Now all she had was this yellow raincoat and simple black clothing.

She searched through the racks of clothing with an expression of awe on her face. There were so many things to choose from, but she gravitated to the pretty dresses. At least she had been.

Joi felt an urge building up inside of herself, but she couldn't rationalize it and she couldn't resist it no matter how hard she tried. So she approached a stranger, a gentle smile on her face. "You look a bit lost. I understand. There's so much to choose from! I could help you, if you like?"

apple picking

[ Cerasi doesn't remember the last time she saw this much green. The smells and sights are entirely foreign but nice.

She's been given a basket and sent on her way. She can't say she's used to any of this, but she has to admit that the smells are amazing and her curiosity had overtaken everything else. To that end, she's climbed one of the trees to reach some of the fruit. Should someone come by, they may hear a voice coming from above. ]

Do you need any?

[ She's already up here, after all. ]

imakeover makeover

[ Cerasi hasn't seen so many open shops with such a variety of goods before. She's drawn to one of the clothing stores-- she only arrived with the clothes on her back, after all.

Normally she just wears whatever remotely fits her so she can't help but feel a little overwhelmed. Cerasi wanders aimlessly, brow furrowed as she looks at a few shirts every so often. ]

Apple Picking:

Ruri has taken her one apple from an advised, and is sitting on her bucket looking at the old tree with the bright red apples and the weapons burried under it. Taking a bite from her apple she ponders as her bangs fall over her eyes.

"I wonder if those are just old weapons. I don't think a taser or blaster would work well with all that dirt in it. Still, I wonder if there is a tree with computer interfaces, I really need to find Omoikane."

Still, she looks like part of her wants to examine closer, but part of her thinks not only that part of her, but the whole situation is increadibly stupid. Taking another bite of her apple she paps her chin into her hand and sighs.

"I know they said not to take the apples from those trees, but are the weapons a warning? Something to attract fanboys? Some sort of local graveyard? I don't get it."

Scavenger Hunt

Repeating in her usual deadpan she looks over the group, "A buddy." As she looks down at the paper again she shakes her head as she flips her relic over and over. This isn't a camera, this.... Looks like a gaming system that Yamada san would have bragged about playing Gekiganger games about 4 years ago. Obviously not even her watch with its projectors.

Pondering, she wonders how this thing even takes pictures, it doesn't LOOK like a camera she knows, and she isn't detecting any wireless signatures through her own methods that aren't so basic that they don't give her a headache. Still, she wanders a bit while staring at it before walking into someone.

Tilting her head as she looks up, "I'm sorry. Is your....." She tries to think of a word for relic that doesn't sound as stupid and magical, but gives up after a second, "Old handheld game device a camera? Mine just looks like it plays Gekiganger III games."

Makeover Makeover

The worst thing about being alone out here is the clothes. At home she had her uniform, or a few outfits that Minato picked out for her. She was terrible at picking anything out herself. It had been so bad Omoikane had to do it half the time, and he was a computer. Still she was looking at clothes with the most perplexed look.

"Maybe if I could find someone else to help, they're repeat the favor."

With that she started looking around for help.

apple picking

[ Kanan is, in fact, not picking apples. The most he's done is allow someone to push a cup of hot chocolate into his hands before he took his leave. Instead, he's meditating under one of the trees, drawing on the Living Force of the orchard to get a better read on the place.

Later, he's exploring off the beaten path. He finds one of the old apple trees. Something about it unsettles him but there's no sense of danger... until someone nearby reaches for an apple. ]

Wait, don't--!

[ Did he avert a disaster or are they in for a fight? ]

i. scavenger hunt

[The farm, the trees, the barn... Alphen's never seen anything like it. He doesn't have much to compare to, granted -- he only has about a year's worth of memories. But those are all of fire and rock and...well, they're quite a bit different from the idyllic scene and the crisp breeze.

It's nice. It's not home, but it's nice.

He's not exactly thrilled to be here --look, he was kind of in the middle of something? about to fight an important boss battle?-- but you make do with what you've got, and right now, what he's got is a..."relic" and a list of pictures to take.]

This is a lot shorter than I was expecting. [He offers a smile to whomever else might be looking at the list.] Not that shorter makes it easier, of course...

ii. apple picking

["Only pick from the trees in the rows." Fine, but no one said anything about looking at the weapons. The fact that there are so many of them is curious enough, but the fact that they're sticking out of the ground the way they are...well, it's a little foreboding. Still, looking at weapons is something he enjoys, so curiosity's got the better of him.

Someone else, however, has missed the memo and picked one of the juicy red apples, summoning a horde of giant snakes not far from where he is. Before he knows it, the relaxing apple-picking adventure has turned into more of a fight -- not that he seems terribly bothered by it, even as one of the snakes turns on him. Charming fall tableaus are, you know, fine, but this...this is definitely more his thing. So he draws his sword and parries as the giant thing lunges at him, hoping for dinner and instead getting the ol' sword-through-the-mouth.

Perhaps you picked the apple, or maybe you're just another who happened to be too close to where this was happening. Either way, Alphen is in the fight with you, and calls out,] Behind you!

[... where you'll find another giant snake preparing to strike.]

iii. wildcard

[throw something at me or contact me at posolutely to hash something out!]

FALLING DOWN LIKE PIECES INTO PLACE

[ Erik takes one look at the rules for the scavenger hunt and turns to walk in the other direction. Instead, he very easily picks up a cold cider and turns off in the direction of apple picking, for a lack of better things to do with his apparant abundance of time.

The notion of walking around holding hands with someone or smiling genuinely clearly doesn't seem to be particularly appealing to him.

Bucket in hand, more for show than due to any actual desire to pick apples, he ignores the advice of the kiosk and looks at the apples away from the path. Never let it be said that Erik Lehnsherr was particularly good at doing what he was told, especially when he can feel metal under his feet. Curiosity killed the cat, or something like it.

His fingers flex as he pulls one of the weapons - some kind of sword, it seems - out of the earth with his powers, dragging it into his hand. To an outsider it would look like some sort of telekenesis, but people that might know him would know better - a special kind of mutant power focussing on magnetism above all else.

If anyone else decides to pick an apple he might be willing to get involved with the fight, out of self preservation or to collect more metal, but otherwise he can be found sitting under one of the trees, spinning the sword in front of him like a roulette wheel. ]

IMAKEOVER MAKEOVER

[ Erik realises as soon as he steps into the shop that he has made a terrible mistake.

Suddenly there are people around him and there are words - talking about clothing, accessories, the best colour to suit his complexion - all things he has no desire to spend any time doing. He already knows what clothes suit him and what colours are best for him; he really doesn't need a stranger telling him what to do. He also doesn't need to waste his time trying to encourage someone else to branch out.

The displeasure is clear from the scowling on his face.

Trying to step away from the stranger, he crosses his arms over his chest and leans against the wall, shaking his head. ]

Go ahead. Do your best.

WILDCARD.

( Feel free to find Erik wandering around/anywhere else, or PM me for something and I can try and write something up! Canon point is post X-Men: Apocalypse. )

Scavenger Hunt:

Well well well, what have we here?

[A garishly dressed man with absurdly long arms approaches the kiosk, his face stretched into a wide smile. His skin is green - and, in fact, is not skin at all! He seems to be made of some kind of felt or fabric.

This man is Dr. Teeth. And he is very clearly a muppet.]

I myself am no stranger to scavenging, should the need arise. And if there's a prize to be had, it seems the needs arose! Care to partner up?

[He looks at the person nearest to him with his trademarked grin. Be his partner, surely you won't regret it.]

Apple Picking

[Can Dr. Teeth even eat apples? Do muppets eat human food? Well, he seems to think so.

Unfortunately for anyone who might have gone apple picking with him, Dr. Teeth is a little bit greedy and not the best listener when other people are speaking. Upon entering the orchard, he doesn't waste any time at all grabbing the brightest red apple he can find - not even bothering to check what kind of tree it came from.

Moments later, the snakes are upon him and anyone else who might be nearby.]

Uh oh.

[Hes definitely going to need some help, as he is most assuredly more of a lover than a fighter.]

Network Post - UN: ElectricMayhem_Official

Greetings and salutations, my dear displaced and detained denizens of this great fox den we now call home! Both to the more veteran members and to the newer conscripts such as myself.

I really must say, this is all so far out. Real cosmic stuff, a jive journey to to a realm unknown, a vulpine vacation planned and promoted by the one called Thirteen.

Could have done without the snakes trying to sink their teeth into old Teeth, but I digress.

I come to you all, hat in hand, with a truly important request.

You see, my recent dislocation from the Benny Vandergast Memorial Theater has has left me without many things: Food, shelter, and a decent van to use as transportation, for example. Most importantly, however, it has left me estranged from my beloved friends and our lucrative musical endeavor, the Electric Mayhem.

Have any of you seen those cats around? They go by Janice, Floyd, Zoot, Lips and Animal.

Failing a tearful reunion with my beloved compatriots, I have a second proposition for the lot of you. How would you like to replace them? Temporarily, of course.

I just feel a little naked without a band at my side, you see. And I'm sure that a proper jam session would make me feel worlds better. More so if there's an admission fee for the audience.

Sincerely and with my most whole-hearted thanks,
- Dr. Teeth

Edited 2022-08-25 21:37 (UTC)

FALLING DOWN LIKE PIECES INTO PLACE - APPLE PICKING

America groans a little as she wakes up. She presses a hand to her head and sits up, looking around. An apple orchard? Okay, the last thing she remembers is coming back to Kamar-Taj after visiting Stephen for a minute. She'd gone down to get a drink of water before departing. She knows that Stephen wouldn't slingie her somewhere weird. Wait, there was...a fox? She remembers some kind of fox.

She starts to wander around, weaving in and out of the trees until she happens upon the barn and its little kiosk. She looks around and then back at the woman. Before America could get a word out, she's interrupted with information about apple picking and the scavenger hunt. She looks back at the orchards.

Well, first rule of multiverse jumping is to find food so she looks around for someone to do the apple picking with. There's gotta be someone familiar. Anyone?

Plaid Shirt Days and Nights - SAVED BY THE BELL

The vibrant poster catches her attention. America wanders over to see instructions to report to the auditorium if they're a new student or faculty. Well, she doesn't consider herself a student here but she's relatively new to Kamar-Taj.

When she pushes the door open, reality shifts in a way that's far more disorienting than when she moves through the multiverse. When she finds her footing again, the auditorium had transformed into some kind of classroom setting with desks, blackboard, teacher's desk. And...thirty odd pairs of eyes on her, expecting something.

"Well?" drones a shrill voice.

America jumps and turns quickly at an older looking gentleman with glasses half slid down his nose and looking at her expectantly. She feels her pulse race, her palms get sweaty, and a fear bubbles in her. She hadn't been to a school like this before. She's seen them in various universes. But this is the first time she's actually stood in one.

Are they all like this?

Her jaw works but no sound comes out. She shifts on her feet and looks down at the pieces of paper in her hands. A report? That she has to read? Out loud? To these people?! At least she's not naked.

apple picking

[Now, there was a lot that was wrong with this situation - there were apple trees, one filled with fruit the color of blood, and the other filled with fruit the color of the sun. There was a lot of weapons on the ground, a suspiciously huge number of weapons on the ground.

Therion's standing there. He's eating an apple- no, one one of those apples, a normal apple, one which is satisfyingly sweet and with a delicious crunch. He doesn't seem to be in a hurry to touch the suspicious blood or sun colored apples, because it's obviously a trap, but also...

...also, he likes a challenge.]

So, what do you think's up with those?

[Is he talking to you or Frank the NPC over yonder? Good question.]

sort of the makeover prompt

[-anyway, so, Therion's out wandering about, yeah? Seeing the area, right? Figuring out where to go and who to talk to, what needs to be done, and so on. And there's a store. Therion didn't walk in, because, well, he's used to being poor and looked at with suspicion (unless he has an agenda and walks in with a purpose and can act like he belongs) and also because he's kind of hungry. You can't eat a bracelet or a shirt.

So he's just standing outside, trying to figure out where the nearest bar is, and a guy walks past him and into said store. And he'd think nothing of it, except what happens after that is a very emotional thirty minute shopping session that he (and anyone else outside) can overhear because there's open doors. Maybe an open window. Possibly wide windows so everyone outside can see the two strangers passionately hug as Person A reveals that they always felt trapped by their look, whatever that is.

Whatever it is, it's enough to make Therion take a step back in case whatever the fuck is going on with this store is contagious. And then, to someone nearby-]

Is that sort of thing, uh...

["I finally feel like myself! Thank you! Thank you so much!"]

...normal?

[Is this some weird cultural thing or?]

wildcard?

[Or just surprise me with a prompt, also I don't care about brackets vs prose, so if you've got a preference for one over the other just use it and I'll match.]

Makeover
There's a fluttering within his chest - fear? - that he had been trapped once more. Though this certainly has become far better than the cage that he'd been trapped in for the better part of a century. Dream moves through the different shelves of their store for more information.

Instead, he finds himself barraged by the sights and sounds of people discussing...clothing. Whether or not it suits them. It's a human endeavor; he's seen it in the Dreaming. But not...face to face like this. When he's asked his opinion, Dream looks at the scrap of fabric, then at the person offering it.

And for once, he wonders why his sister couldn't have been the one to be taken to this place.

Saved by the bell
This. This is a much more familiar ground for Dream as he walks through the shifting scenery. He is neither student nor faculty but his curiosity got the better of him. How often had he seen the schools used for young dreamers?

How often had he himself crafted nightmares for them?

He spies someone deliberately running into someone else and knocking their books over.

Ah, a nightmare. But not one of his own creations. His frame expands as he looms over the bully, silent and foreboding.

[ 1. Scavenger Hunt ]

[Elisabet has questions. Lots of questions. She also has a nice cold alcoholic apple cider, and that is helping a little. Not enough, mind you, since it provides very little in the way of answers, but it is pleasantly sweet and leaves her feeling just the slightest bit like her thoughts are buzzing. Things are very confusing, despite the conversation she remembers having with the Fox, and she is trying very hard not to look as unsure and unsettled as she is feeling. It won't due for a ninja to forget her training and give into anxiety just because she's in a new place.

It's fine. This is all fine. (It is very much not fine.)

The other thing that Elisabet has is a piece of paper. The scavenger hunt. She's been given a mission, and she does not turn away from missions.

First part of that mission? Obtain a partner.

So there will be a petite young woman approaching, the slightest bounce in her step as if strolling along in human form is still novel. Dark haired, dark eyed and bright-smiled.]

Do you have a partner yet? Do you need one? I'll be an excellent partner! Once I figure out what they mean by a relic, anyway. [She pauses before adding, sweetly.] Please? I want to know what the prize is.

[ 2. Apple Picking ]

[It seems strange that the prettiest apples are out of bounds. But if the trees are old and they shouldn't be bothered, Elisabet supposes that's reason enough not to pick them. Elisabet is always on Santa's nice list, so she'll leave the apples be.

The weapons though? Those are tempting. Strange, but temping. She'll find herself a knife first, even if that's not really her preferred sharp deadly thing. It'll do in a pinch, but...]

Not nearly enough shuriken.

[Huff. This close to the tree though, it's obvious how good the old twisted, knotted branches would be for climbing. Well. They said no picking the apples. They didn't say anything about climbing them, right?

Right. Elisabet will scramble her way up, surprisingly agile and nimble. She finds herself a perch and sits, leaning out to see the view and... knocking one of the golden apples right off the tree in the process.]

Oops. [Now she feels bad. Of course, when the strange creepy figures start making their way out of the orchard towards the tree, she feels something other than just bad.] I'm sorry. It was an accident. That apple was definitely ready to fall off anyway!

[ 3. Saved by the Bell ]

[Elisabet has never been to school. More than that, she's in her twenties now, and definitely wouldn't be in a school anyway. None of this makes sense.

But here she is, in a crowded hallway -- way too modern to be anything that she's familiar with, anything from her world -- but it makes sense in the nightmare logic of dreams, maybe. Her arms are full of a carefully constructed diorama in a show box of tiny ninjas fighting what appears to be a knockoff Godzilla. There has clearly been a lot of effort put into it. Elisabet is very proud of it. She's walking carefully so she doesn't drop it.

That's why she doesn't see the attack coming. The unfairly large styrofoam cup is lobbed straight at her face, exploding in a splash of cherry red slush all over her and her little shadow box. Elisabet looks shocked, like this doesn't make any sense at all, but as she drips, icy cold and sticky, and looks down at her ruined diorama, she can feel her eyes start to well up with tears.]

[ 4. Wildcard ]

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( 1. scavenger hunt )

[Well, this sure is a predicament. Nothing he can't handle, of course (of course) but it does leave him a little befuddled and wondering what exactly he's meant to do now. He's never been alone like this- even after leaving home, he'd had Doty with him. He'd had his adventuring parties. He'd had Vox Machina. He'd never been... unsupervised.

Taryon finds himself nursing a hot cider and watching the surroundings with almost child-like fascination, wishing desperately he had Doty with him so he had someone to write down all the narration flooding his mind. He's caught himself muttering under his breath a few times already.

Eventually the woman takes pity on him and prods him towards those waiting to be paired up for a hunt. He really does need something to do... and it can't hurt to get acquainted with not only this place, but it's people.]

Alright, you talked me into it! Which of you fine fellows or ladyfolk will accept the honour of accompanying I, Taryon Darrington, on this quest?

( 2. imakeover )

[School isn't an unknown concept to him, though he'd never had the pleasure of attending. No, he'd had tutors. (So many wonderful tutors.) The idea is fascinating, though- a whole classroom of children to attend to? All asking questions, trying to learn at the same time? How ever do those teachers manage? As such, he's perusing the shops, looking for school-related materials to see if anything unique sticks out. At some point, he'll notice some poor person examining an outfit, and he can't help himself- he ventures over to pluck it shamelessly out of their grasp.]

Oh no no, you can't possibly go with that. The colours don't suit you at all. Come on, surely we can do better than that!

[Honestly he'd be doing this even if the urge wasn't dictated.]

( 3. wildcard )

[Find him wandering about, he will absolutely annoy the hell out of you any time, anywhere. He's already trying to recruit a golem.]

APPLE PICKING.
[ Mantis' initial feeling of wonder and even excitement over stepping into a new place is slowly being pushed aside by uncertainty. There's even a loneliness that she isn't sure how she feels about; missing people she barely knew doesn't seem very logical, after all.

And so, she decides to occupy her time instead of give that any thought. Apple picking seems innocuous enough. A mindless task, something she can endlessly do without consequence.

She is completely absorbed in her task, so it is somewhat abrupt when she nearly runs into someone. ]

I'm sorry! I did not see you there.

SAVED BY THE BELL.
[ This place has a hazy quality to it, like she's in someone else's dreams. (Has that happened before? Even she cannot honestly say, not at this moment.) She sits at a desk, hands on the lip, fingers digging into the wood and knuckles white, while a nameless faceless entity looms over her.

She feels so small.

Give me the answer. ]

I... I don't know the question.

[ A thin piece of plastic comes down hard on the desk, perilously close to her fingers. Mantis flinches.

Give me the answer.

The entity's tone doesn't change, it doesn't move, but somehow it seems even more threatening. Mantis blinks up at it, completely bewildered. ]

I don't know!

OTHER.
((anything you might have in mind!))

apples to apples

"We really shouldn't do that." She stands with her basket full of apples, staring at someone standing in the older trees, with the red apples and the golden apples weighing down the branches overhead. Tawny wings peek over her shoulders, tucked up against her back. "If you were thinking about picking any, I mean. Miss Fox said we shouldn't, so there must be a reason why."

She may have finally made her way back from the Spirit World with her parents in tow, only to still not get to her new school, falling here, but the detours have taught her some things.

Namely, greed is its own undoing, and even if she hasn't seen herds of pigs penned up anywhere she's been here so far? That doesn't mean there isn't something like it. Being cautious when she can, being bold when she must, isn't that part of figuring out what living here means?

"You can have some of these apples if you want?" Offering up her basket, and a smile.

school nightmares?

Here she is, in school slippers, holding a piece of paper with a room assignment on it, backpack on, and a mounting sense of distress. It's been a kindness that she can understand what everyone here says, hadn't had trouble with reading signs, only to now...

Find she can't read what classroom she's assigned to?!

"Excuse me!" She dips into a bow when running across anyone visibly older than her age, or looks head on if someone seems closer to ten, eleven. Behind her, her wings flaring a touch in distress. "Can you tell me what this says?"

Holding out the paper with the written room assignment on it, while the hallway they're in starts to stretch longer and longer, no matter how far they walk in it. Looking at the paper, there's nothing sensible on it. To all appearances, it's a squiggling doodle.

scavenger hunting, hand in hand

At the point where falling as a star as a part of herself to be held as playtoy of a kind in a self-labelled (and as far as she can tell, appropriately labelled) god's realm does not, in fact, feel like the strangest reality to ever stumble into, Ellana is beyond blinking twice at odd requests. The relic, which doesn't look particularly like any relic she's familiar with, has been a curious enough device to learn. At least she's figured out the picture part, meaning when the elf takes to looking for someone standing around on their own, she waves with her good arm.

"Hello! Mind lending a hand or two in service of this scavenger hunt?"

She flicks the paper held between her fingers. With her left arm ending in a sewn sleeve at around where her elbow should be, and the wry twist of her lips, she's being a touch literal.

"Fun as all the handholding sounds, I don't think I've worked out how to take a picture at the same time quite yet. I will eventually," once she works out a prosthetic attachment to work for it, but given her arrival with just a grappling/crossbow attachment... her smile stays easy, "But not likely today."

She might form one out of magic, but there was something like an opportune moment.

apple core, baltimore, who's your friend?

It's either snakes or people carrying farming implements you're facing, and maybe not even your fault, when a nice, normal red apple comes flying through coated in ice. It descends, elegant as a flying, falling projectile might be, to thunk down on the head of whichever creature, human or snake, closest to causing potential bodily harm to you, dear potential threader. The thud is audible, as is the sudden collapse of the intended target.

"Might I recommend running?"

Calls out the elven woman with a basket tied onto a long cloth held across her body, leaving her good arm free to lob her apple projectiles. Ice breathes cold between her fingers, coating the apple's surface, while she stands poised to run herself.

"Now!"

dress to impress?

( she held up her hand to wave back the helpful store clerk carrying a string of lights, all lit up in a variety of nice blue-green hues, coming closer. )

I'm very sure of all the possible accessories I might consider, strings of lights is not what I need. No, truly, I don't need lighting up, have you ever actually fought a mage? It's far less fun than it sounds, I promise!

( do you have alternate suggestions, a willingness to help either clerk or ellana, or are you walking into this scene? dealer's choice! )

i. arrival

[ Waking up in a row of lush trees heavy with ripe fruit is probably a dream that Dorothea would have had during the years when she was a street urchin who counted herself lucky to find a discarded apple that was only bruised and not rotten. Food was so abundant for those who could afford it that many people took it for granted, but there is a part of Dorothea that will always be six years old and starving.

Maybe you see her eating an apple with the kind of relish usually reserved for the finest delicacies, or maybe by the time your paths cross, her arms are laden with freshly-picked apples. Either way, surprise and a hint of guilt flash across her face when she sees you. ]

These aren't yours, are they...?

ii. scavenger hunt

[ Hello lucky stranger, you've been paired with Dorothea for the scavenger hunt. List in hand, the two of you set off to find all the required items. For the moment, however, Dorothea has a more pressing question. ]

Do you mean to say that this little device can really paint an image in an instant? I've never heard of such magic before.

[ She turns the relic this way and that, snapping photos of every random thing that catches her interest. It only takes a few moments before she's turned it to capture an image of herself, giggling, because what are cameras for if not shooting selfies? ]

iii. makeover

Ooh, what about this one? This color would look amazing with your complexion.

[ Who is this random person and why is she holding up garments in front of you with an appraising sort of look on her face? Hey, don't worry about it. ]

This one really brings out the color of your eyes, don't you think?

iv. saved by the bell

[ It's safe to say that Dorothea's school experience was... very much unlike the norm, unless you also happened to go to a military academy that's being run by whatever the fantasy allegory for the Catholic church is in your reality. Hers was dragon flavored for extra excitement!

Now the two of you are seated side by side, about to begin your certification exams, but Dorothea looks absolutely panicked. ]

Pegasus knight? This is a joke, right? I'm supposed to be certifying for Gremory today!

v. wildcard

[ You know what to do. HMU via PM or mochi#1888 on disco if you want something else, or just post it tbh. ]

[ 'ware of spoilers. ]

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i. Scavenger Hunt

[He wakes up with the thought that he just had a strange dream. Something about a fox, and...

It comes back to him in bits and pieces as he sits up amidst the scent of leaves and apples, his long ears twitching as he lifts his head to delicately sniff at the air. He blinks, frowns, pats himself down for a weapon and realises he doesn't have one... is he still dreaming, then?

The apples are tempting, and he pulls it down to eat it as he wanders through the orchard with his ears swivelling towards every sound and his tail swishing back and forth behind him in barely-concealed agitation. His sensitive nose quickly catches a new scent, something like cinnamon and... chocolate? There's the sound of people too, so he heads that way. What he finds is not what he expected, and his initial reaction to being told he needs to 'pair up' with someone is a bemused smile and another twitch of his ears.]

All right... I'll play along.

[The list is a strange one. He scans it a couple of times to make sure he's reading it correctly, then turns to his 'buddy'.]

A little ambiguous, don't you think?

ii. Apple Picking

[Tighnari takes the bucket and hooks the handle into the crook of his elbow as he listens diligently to the instructions given. His brain has been working overtime since he woke up here and perhaps a little mindless fruit gathering is just what he needs to calm his thoughts. There's nothing difficult about fruit picking, and he takes the note to not bother the old trees at face value. It sounds like good advice to him.

But when he sees the 'old trees', the botanist can't help his curiosity. He leaves his half-full bucket at the edge of the orchard and makes his way carefully up the hill until he comes across the weapons stuck in the ground.

Now, Tighnari might be a curious young man, but he knows better than to go around pulling old swords up out of the earth. When it comes to apples though...

He doesn't do anything immediately, but looks up into the tree with one hand planted against his hip as if weighing up his options. On the one hand, they said to not bother the old trees. On the other... Tighnari has lived in the forests of Sumeru for almost all of his life, and there's very little that outright scares him about nature. It's enough to blunt his wariness about what might happen if he picks one of those interesting-looking fruits...]

iii. Wildcard

[Wildcard! Hit me up via DM or on plurk at hardtostarboard if you like.]

A. Falling Down - Scavenger Hunt
[Waking up in a strange place and following that fox was a pretty strange occurrence for Mebh, but right now she's too busy acquainting herself with all these delicious smells to think too hard about what's just happened. Pumpkin spice, apple, chocolate...it's rare that her highly developed sense of smell is treated to scents like these.

She's a little caught off guard when she finds herself roped into a scavenger hunt, as she's never done that before, but hunting is definitely something she's familiar with. Whatever the prize is, she'll win it, even if she has to team up with someone she doesn't know.]

...what do these scratches say? [Though there's also the fact that she can't actually read what's on the list. Someone may want to help her out with that.]

B. Falling Down - Apple Picking
[Even though she was told not to pick from the apple trees that are away from the path, it eventually reaches the point where Mebh can't resist. She's never seen so many apple trees in one place, with all these apples ripe for the picking. It's the kind of place she hoped she and her mother could live after leaving the woods outside Kilkenny for somewhere safer, where they and the wolf pack could live in peace.

Unfortunately, she just has to try and pick one of the red apples, which soon brings the huge black snakes upon her. Mebh has never seen a snake before--there are no snakes in Ireland--but she'll still try and dodge their advances while waiting for an opening so she can slam into them. Though that's probably not enough to get rid of them.]

Rrrrgh...! Go away, you big lizards! [They're not lizards, but still.]

C. Makeover Makeover
[Having lived in the woods all her life with only her mother and wolves for company, Mebh isn't really big on fashion. She does, however, like to put things in her enormous mane of hair, and it doesn't take long for her to find a store that sells a whole bunch of hair accessories. She's currently decking her hair out with various hairclips and fake flowers. When she notices you, she holds a few out.]

Want some? These are great! They've got 'em in loads of colours.

D. Wildcard
[Feel free to hit Mebh up with another prompt if you want!]

[A brief rundown of this AU: Whitney was mistaken for dead and her ‘body’ left with that of her family’s (to be taken care of later). Struggling out from among her brothers bodies, covered in blood both theirs and her own, she somehow manages to slip from the castle using the same passages that her youngest sister Cassandra will use to avoid being caught by the Briarwoods until she can free her brother. Traumatised and horrified and bleeding badly, her hair heavily streaked through with white, she stumbles her way from Whitestone and limps her way towards the coast, sneaking onto a ship at random.

This ship happened to be a pirate ship, The Deceit of Tal’Dorei. Having just come off a very nice haul, they had come there to rest and let things cool down a little before setting sail once more. They took her in, kept her from dying of her injuries and gave her a way to escape Whitestone and the Briarwoods.]

FALLING DOWN LIKE PIECES INTO PLACE.
This isn’t the Deceit. Her crew; Captain Crawford, Luella, Waverly, Tomlin, all of them. They’re not here. And Whitney is alone. In an apple orchard. It would be beautiful were it not for the fact that it’s not where she’s supposed to be. (It’s completely different than Whitestone and yet something about it reminds her of home all the same and her chest aches.)

She lingers in the apple orchard, unable to help herself from taking an apple from one of the trees and eating it as she wanders. It might be one of the prettiest (and the tastiest) apples she’s ever had. The sort of apple all other apples desire to live up to.

Or perhaps she’s been away at sea too long.

Path A: Scavenger Hunt.
It all seems a bit of nonsense, Whitney’s decided; she doesn’t know what taking a picture even means, but the explanation she’s given when she asks after it makes sense enough. But it still seems a bit of nonsense. She’s done a scavenger hunt before, though.

“It’s not terribly specific,” she muses with a smirk, tucking a few loose strands of white-streaked hair behind her ear, her voice laced with what sounds like a rather proper English accent. If England existed in Exandria. “Does it have to be our genuine smile, do you think? Or can it be anyone’s? Does partially genuine count? Or is it all or nothing for this?” Look, she’s a little curious. That’s all. “Do we have to come to a consensus on what's truly beautiful?”

Path B: Apple Picking.
Whitney is given a bucket and… rather odd instructions. “Old trees? What are old trees going to do? Why would they mind if I bothered them.” But she goes about her business and begins to pick apples from the trees in the rows. As instructed. It’s easy enough, and so distressingly NORMAL that she doesn’t know what to do with herself.

At least until she actually SEES the old trees, standing on sloping hills just past the orchard. Oh. Well then. That isn’t a natural shade of apples on either of them, and despite knowing better, she sets her basket down at the edge of the orchard and walks up the hill towards the tree with the golden apples. “I’m pretty sure I’ve heard stories about something like this,” she murmurs softly, gazing up at the unusual fruits.

PLAID SHIRT DAYS AND NIGHTS

Saved by the bell.
Whitney doesn’t know what back to school even is. Let alone things like high school and middle school and such. She was tutored privately. As befit a daughter of the ruling house of de Rolo. (Her mother had wanted her children to be very well educated. On any and all number of subjects.) Still is being tutored privately, if you consider her hands-on experience learning how to be a pirate as such.

Which is why this is all so STRANGE. And yet she somehow understands it, as the world and reality swims around her and she’s suddenly watching as someone has their books knocked from their hands. “Hey!” She shouts, watching the culprit swagger off, laughing, moving over to kneel down and start gathering the books spilled all over the ground.

Or she’s standing at the bottom of a very long rope, tied to the ceiling. “I’m supposed to what?” she asks who is very evidently in charge of whatever this is. Oh, she’s climbed ropes before, climbs them all the time on the Deceit. But there’s a reason for it, a purpose. THIS has no reason. No purpose.

WILDCARD.
[Exactly what it says on the tin! Feel free to choose your own adventure or message me and we can plot a little something.]

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