January 2023 Test Drive Meme

[folkie]

JANUARY 2023 TDM

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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.

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[ Prompt One ★ Prompt Two]

beautiful sunshine ray

Content Warnings: mood altering substances.

hot chocolate

The weather across Folkmore is universally chill: Wintermute is frozen, Willow covered in snowdrifts, Epiphany a mess of slush, Cruel Summer dangerously cold at night, and Exile wrapped in a numbing fog. You wouldn't know it, but things are at least a little nicer than they have been - with the exception of Wintermute, you at least are not likely to freeze to death just by wandering around.

Or so you'll discover eventually. Right now? Well, you just got here! One minute you’re falling through the sky, and the next you’re in the middle of an ice fort. The walls are chiseled with care, rising up about seven feet high. Skinny windows are cut in the ice at regular intervals. There is no roof, and above you the sky is a cold, clear blue only marred by the occasional fluffy white cloud. Set inside the fort is a hot chocolate bar staffed entirely by white rabbits. They are the size of regular rabbits, but they don't seem to have any issue standing on their hind legs and using their little paws to pour drinks from large red cannisters into red paper cups.

By request, they will also drop a marshmallow into your cup. You have your choice of colours, and each one will have a different effect:


Pink: Causes you to feel bold and confident!
Blue: Grants you a mild sense of euphoria!
Yellow: Makes you feel quite flirty!
White: Nothing. It's a marshmallow.

winter games

Outside of the ice fort, you will find yourself among gently rolling hills covered in snow. It's perfect for packing... which you may very well find out when you're hit with a snowball. Who threw that? Who cares! The very instant you're struck you have the irresistible urge to get in on a no-holds-barred snowball fight! You might wind up throwing snowballs at other Star Children, or maybe you team up with another person to take out anyone else you see. Or maybe instead you see that there are toboggans and crazy carpets at the tops of some of these hills and you decide to take a ride with someone instead. There are snow angels and snowmen to make, too!

No matter what you decide to do, the moment you are hit with a snowball you just want to engage in light hearted fun and what some might call childish behaviour. You might be a little embarrassed later, but right now you're not concerned at all! And really, this is a great way to maybe make some new friends.

beautiful moonlight shine

Content Warnings: potential monster fights.

sing your life

Maybe you stay out having fun in the snow just a little too long, or maybe you've wandered to an entirely different part of Folkmore. However it happens, the sun has set and a brilliant sliver of moon has risen instead.

Folkmore is home to many Star Children, but it is also home to many spirits. As you move through the night, you realise that you can see some of these in your peripheral vision: pale, insubstantial things that inhabit the natural world. The idea might be creepy, but these spirits are all singing and the sound of it makes you feel safe. When you encounter another Star Child, you are happy to have them with you, happy to share this sense of comfort. You feel like you could walk forever under the new moon and have no harm ever befall you again.

...until it stops.

The sudden stillness falls like a blow, only to broken by the sound of an awful lot of snow hitting the ground - a loud thwump. When you turn to find he source of the noise, you will find one or more vaguely humanoid snow creatures ponderously headed your way!

You can fight them, of course. They are a little slow, but they are aggressive and have an annoying habit of reforming. You will notice that there are weapons hidden here and there - normal, unenchanted swords or guns or spears. You can find these and use them to smash the snow monsters apart until they stop trying to reform.

Or you may realise that these creatures only showed up when the other spirits stopped singing. What does that mean?

Weaponized karaoke!

When you sing, the monsters retreat. A duet will encourage them to do so even quicker. And when they are finally gone, you will find that they have left behind a sturdy wooden chest, inside of which is one item from home for each of you.

poetry in lights

In your travels at night, at some point you will find that you can see warm lights up ahead. Once you get close enough, you can see that the light comes from red lanterns hung everywhere. There are Star Children and even some spirits present, many of them moon gazing.

There is a kiosk set up, manned by black rabbits. If you have been injured in your fight with the snow monsters or some other way, they will patch you up with basic first aid at once.

The rabbits are also handing out sparklers. People are drawing shapes in the air with them, laughing and having a great time.

When a sparkler is put into your hand all you really want to do is trace words against the velvet night sky. What words? You are compelled to spell out something from the heart: it can be a deep hurt, or a secret hope. Something intensely personal that you may not otherwise share, now written in light visible to all.

Maybe you feel the urge to explain, or defend. Or maybe you want to ask someone else about their own words hanging there in the air like a neon sign.

What a way to get to know someone.

Comments

Questions?

[folkie]

Yennefer of Vengerberg | The Witcher (Netflix) | CRAU

[bottle]

winter games

Yennefer avoids the hot chocolate like the plague. She assumes it's laced like most hell drinks are and maybe she's not in hell anymore, but that doesn't mean she trusts any of this. She doesn't trust the Fox or the version of herself she seemed to leave behind. So instead she storms out of the fort, conjuring flames in her hands to keep herself warm.

Back home, fire magic is forbidden, using too much of it had cost her everything, but she isn't in her world right now. She hasn't been in her world for a long time, she has the elven ears and the fangs to prove it.

She has no interest in the fun people seem to be having -- until a snowball hits her in the back of the head, that is. Then suddenly the flames are dying and she's bending down to build her own snowball. She's not usually the type to give into such frivolity, but what's the worst that could happen?

poetry in lights

Yennefer of Vengerberg is many things, but open isn't one of them. She keeps her emotions close to her chest and then some even with the people closest to her -- and it takes a lot to actually get behind her walls and get close to her. And yet when she finds herself handed a sparkler she finds herself writing into the sky, against her will, for everyone to read.

I fear that I will never fill this void, I don't deserve to.

She looks affronted and annoyed and if you actually ask her about it....well good luck with that. It might go either way. Yennefer would not consider herself a nice person in the best of times and being emotionally manipulated is hardly though.

(ooc: if you want other scenarios/starters, let me know. also feel free to answer in action spam, i will match either way. she's a crau from the game penance so she's also spent some time in literal hell, hence the altered ears and fangs.)

poetry in lights

[bardicdisaster]

All around there have been so many deep confessions written by other Star Children with their sparklers, and each one causes Jaskier to grimace. He's used to the circumstances that bring two of them together and forces a bit of conversation with the more deeper and meaningful it became solving matters at a quicker pace, but... Well, how deep that conversation went always still seemed to be up to them to decide. If they didn't wish to bear their souls to another, there wasn't anything wrong with that. As long as some sort of common ground was found, that seemed to satisfy the conditions.

But this time things seem different. There's no manner of choice involved, no easing into the notion that perhaps it wouldn't be so bad to share their burdens, their hopes, their dreams with one another. It was just torn from them in pretty glowing lights that hang in the air far longer than is comfortable for anyone. And Yennefer's confession is no different for Jaskier in that regard. Even without knowing her, he reads those pain-filled words, and he can't help but feel empathy for both the words themselves and the way they were taken from her.

He should probably leave it, leave her be. He should pretend not to have seen and keep the secret that he ever witnessed that truth from her even if their paths were to cross again in the future. But it seems worse to him that she should be left alone with the weight of those words.

"Well, that's a bit dramatic, don't you think?" he says, trying for a bit of humor to ease some of the tension in the air. Jaskier knows it could perhaps come across as a bit rude and insensitive to a stranger, but he's never known how to handle emotions like this in any other way. He has the good sense at least not to leave it there. "I mean, what could you have possibly done that would make you unworthy of feeling whole, hm? Worn the same dress as a queen with more regality than she could possibly muster? A terrible crime, I'm sure, but not sure it merits that."

cairos mirefinger 🩸 pathfinder oc 🩸 myth

[mirefang]

HOT CHOCOLATE

[There's a temptation to declare this all a strange vision by the time Cairos finds herself in the middle of the fortress. After all, it was strange enough to look back and see herself continuing on with the others up the stairs of Thistletop as she followed after a fox that had beckoned to her. But the rabbits? The rabbits were where Cairos found herself struggling to adopt any of this as her new reality. Even with the goblins being as inept as they were to understand beings with more intelligence and the possibility for less brutality than they were more prone to demonstrate, Cairos finds it difficult to believe even they would be stupid enough to believe fluffy white rabbits serving warm beverages would lull anyone into a false sense of security. And it sure as hell wouldn't have been anything her own mind conjured into being.]

[But what keeps Cairos from letting loose with any spells or violence of her own—aside from the distinct lack of Chirp's presence and her missing weaponry—is the fact she's immediately and utterly freezing. Cairos was not in the slightest dressed for this climate. Even within the ice fortress, the material of her dress feels too thin and every step of her bare feet along the ground feels at once numbing and painful. Cairos tries as hard as she can to suppress the natural inclination to shiver, but there's only so much even she can overcome instinct. At best, she can keep her jaw clenched enough that her teeth do not begin to chatter against one another.]

[She also grips her cup of hot chocolate with a grip tight enough, it's a wonder she doesn't accidentally crush it or spill the contents. It's, unfortunately, difficult to feel through her gloves without such a tight grip. Inside her cup floats a white marshmallow, but she's yet to take a single sip. Instead, Cairos regards the beverage with a touch more suspicion, giving it a sniff first.]

[Between her wariness of the drink, her shivering, and her seasonally inappropriate attire, Cairos no doubt has drawn attention to herself. Feeling eyes on her, Cairos' gaze lifts to meet them, brow slightly furrowing in mild displeasure at being watched like that.]

What?

[She might normally have a bit more to say, but she doesn't trust her voice to belie just how cold she actually is any more than she's already managed to give away at this point.]

((ooc: completely open to your character having any of the other marshmallows in their cup and under those effects if looking to play around with that!))

POETRY IN LIGHTS

[Cairos' eyes remain wide in slight horror at the words that hang in the air.]

What if I am too weak to ever be free?

[She drops the sparkler long as though it's burned her fingertips even though it's a long way yet to go before any such danger, never mind that her gloves would offer more than enough protection. As her gaze drops from the words to the sparkler continuing to burn on the ground, Cairos' expression doesn't change. It's not until she's taken that half-step back that a look of anger begins to furrow her brow and purse her lips.]

[Unfortunately, her anger does not have a clearly defined direction to take. To some extent, she's furious with herself. She should have sensed the magic upon those sparklers well enough that even if she couldn't identify specifically what would happen, she would know not to touch them. Cairos is also resentful at whoever is responsible for the spellwork in the first place. Even if she hasn't a clue specifically who is responsible, she's still angry with them for having the gall to force something so deeply unspoken out of her like that through such a deception.]

It's none of your concern.

[Truth be told, Cairos didn't hear a word that was spoken to her. It could have been a question. It could have been an expression of empathy. It could have been an attempt to ameliorate the situation with a bit of humor. It doesn't matter because she's also angry with whoever's become the unwitting audience to this forced confession of one of her most deep-seated fears. Cairos levels whoever it is with a look akin to that of an animal that refuses to let on that it's been wounded in the slightest.]

WILD CARD

((ooc: feel free to riff off any of these prompts or start something new with any of the other scenarios. if you need/want to run anything by me first, you can PM this journal or drop me a message on plurk rebreather! if you need more information about cairos, you can find it here or here!))

poetry in lights.

[doomed_anyway]

( The confession there is one Miku finds she can relate to. The person before her undoubtedly has a different story than her, but there must be threads of their tales that run somewhat parallel.

She can relate to the horror of it, too. )

Hey, I'm not gonna judge. I don't know you.

( But the fact remains that she saw it. )

Listen, this place does that kind'a shit. Don't let it get to you, you'll get eaten alive.

daeran arendae | pathfinder: wrath of the righteous | myth

[celasstrial]

beautiful sunshine ray

[ ah, he thinks staring up towards the sky, it finally happened. he's finally gone mad. that, or when he was not paying attention, a companion neatly slipped a knife between his ribs and he is finally dead. perhaps this is elysium and the blood of his divine ancestor called him home, despite the unseemly taint to his soul.

a possibility. but he didn't feel quite dead. the robes weren't doing much to keep out the cold, and his shining golden hair was beginning to stick.

but, even if he is not dead, this does not look like the worldwound. the sky that he'd just fallen from is surprisingly bereft of bloody rain, and the air smells clean and sweet... searing his delicate noble nostrils with its frigid bite, but altogether unlike the corruption his lungs had grown so accustomed to.

for a moment, the aasimar just lay there. inhaling the sweet air and listening for the cacophony that indicated the party was nearby. when no sound sound came, the man pushed himself up with a sigh and tilted his head skyward. ]

I suppose I will have to do the rescuing myself, then? [ he sighs dramatically, dusting himself off as he sets down the hall - stopping short at the bizarre sight before him. rabbits and hot cocoa and - marshmallows?

no, maybe he is wrong. maybe this is elysium after all. it certainly smacks of the absurdity that he'd witnessed in their travels and brief encounters with creatures from that domain. daeran is wise enough to not drink from the mug, opting to pretend and watch those around him. yellow - the color of his marshmallow - seems to make those who drink the concoction a little more... friendly.

fine. doable. he sidles on up to the nearest person of passable attraction and looks them up and down appraisingly. gender does not at all matter to this compliment. ]

I suspect we must be in Heaven for you, my dear, have all the grace and beauty of an angel.

[ maybe he can get some information and some decent companionship out of this. after months of wandering the roads of the woundworld and fighting demons, a little fun is sorely needed. ]


beautiful moonlight shine

[ it's a surprisingly peaceful realm, whatever it is. daeran can't help but smile as he watches the snow spirits play, thinking of how neatly ember would fit in with these soothing innocent souls. it is... nice. for once both his head and heart are still, unbothered by the troubles of the last ten years.

and then, as all things do, it ends. monsters appear and the young man does not jump into the fray. instead he watches those with more skill and heroism move to the front lines, calculating the odds of survival.

if you should be struggling, but seem to be an otherwise safe bet - or the only one he has, you may find yourself with a sudden companion. ]

I daresay red isn't your color. [ he eyes the monster as it reforms, a hand up and ready to cast a quick bit of healing magic. ] I don't suppose you've a knack for fire magic that has gone unused until now? Pity. I was hoping to enjoy this world a little longer before being dashed to bits by an unlikely enemy.

singing in the snow

[ but should the notion of singing be brought up as a means of defeating them, the young man has no shame in belting out a tune. he is, after all, musetouched and his voice is quiet lovely. ]

I don't suppose we could get a drink or two before we engage in this duet?

poetry in lights

The greatest burden I bare is to know the truth of all things, and never to be believed.

[ He knows it's a mistake to accept a gift from these little creatures, and yet he did. the moment the words are in the air, daeran drops the stick and crushes it under heel. that is a truth he can afford to share. the other truth - the other thing - is not. this realm is pathetically saccharine, and as must has pretends to be unaffected by the twee and naive populace - he'd rather not be responsible for a mess.

the oracle makes a discreet attempt at dispelling them, the barest hint of a frown crossing his pretty features when he finds them unperturbed. ]

I'm an Oracle, you see. [ he smiles sweetly, noticing someone looking. the gesture changes midway, as if he's proudly announcing his superior skill. ] Quite the powerful one, in fact. Yet the downside of my power is that were I to tell you the future, you would never believe me.

[ notes; daeran is a musetouched aasimar! his alignment skews towards chaotic good, though anyone with any ability to sense evil will find that he reeks of it. others may get the feeling that when daeran looks at them, something else is looking out of his eyes. ]

Beautiful sunshine ray.

[laststoryteller]

Oh my... That's a bit on the nose, isn't it?

[ Yuki laughs lightly, covers his mouth with a hand. His Legend's wings aren't fully out; only two out of six of them, flared out slightly. The halo completes the look. ]

I'll forgive you, though, and just blame it on the atmosphere.

Cobb Vanth | Star Wars | Myth

[heypartner]

Beautiful Sunshine Ray : Hot Chocolate

It’s worth millions, Cobb couldn’t help but think to himself as he stared at the ice around him.

The lanky man stood at a corner of the ice bar - also worth thousands in credits - with a mug of hot chocolate clutched in both hands. He wasn’t exactly dressed for the weather either. His long, worn brown duster was made for much warmer temperatures. It could handle the bitter chill of a Tatooine night but a room made of ice and snow? No, he was chilled down to the bone and the only source of warmth he had was the drink in his hands.

He had gloves but they were fingerless. The silvery fingers of one hand were even getting their own little ghosting of frost. The metal reacting to the cold in the air just like everything else. He hunched in his duster trying to hold on to what little warmth his lean frame could hold on to.

As a lifelong desert dweller this whole place was almost beyond comprehension. The ice surrounding him would’ve been worth a fortune of credits on Tatooine. This much cold? This much water? It was almost priceless back home. Tatooine being Tatooine though someone would’ve put a price on it. A huge one. He couldn’t help but think of the improvements that could be made back home with this sort of resource.

A shiver worked through him and Cobb sipped at his not drink with little white candies floating in it. It was almost painfully sweet but the warmth spread through his core and gave him enough comfort to move towards the first person he saw with warmer clothing.

“Pardon me,” he said as he approached, expression open and friendly, body language loose as he could make it while trying not to shiver so hard his teeth rattled against each other. “Where might I find something like the hat you’re wearing?”

Because it looked warm and Cobb wanted to hide the blunt horns that now stretched from his temples back through his silver hair.

Yeah, he would deal with that issue after he dealt with the freezing cold.

—

Beautiful Moonlight Shine : Poetry in Lights

It was the red lanterns that drew Cobb to the gathering. Now that he had warmer clothes to keep out the chill, it was actually nice to walk around. The sound of snow crunching underfoot was still new and sometimes he couldn’t help but smile a little.

Cobb Vanth walking in snow. Who would’ve thought?

He wasn’t happy about the whole kidnapping business but that was a problem to deal with when he had a moment to sit and think about how to get home. Because he would get home. His people needed him and he wasn’t going to leave them for long. Freetown could handle itself but Cobb hated the idea that they had to. He should be there with them, watching over them. They shouldn’t have to go it alone.

When a black rabbit tried to get his attention, waving a sparkler at him, Cobb initially refused. He didn’t have credits handy. The rabbit insisted, basically pushing it into his hand before he could dodge them. They were as insistent as Jawas. Not as greedy though. The little guy didn’t ask for any money. They picked up another sparkler and went to find another person to give it too.

Cobb stood a moment, a little confused. The rabbit didn’t say anything or give him a second glance so he started walking again.

At the edge of the gathering he stopped and looked up at the sky. The stars were all different. There was no Chenini lurking in the shadows of her sisters. He was well and truly on another planet for the first time in his life. A planet with ice and snow. So far from home and everything Cobb knew it could’ve overwhelmed him if he hadn’t faced worse growing up.

He found himself reaching up and writing in Aurebesh:



—

Wildcard

ooc: Trying this again with Cobb as a Myth instead of a familiar. He has krayt dragon traits. If you tagged him last TDM he won’t remember you, sorry. If you have any questions, feel free to reach out.

Beautiful Sunshine Ray

[losttothesandsoftime]

When Cobb approaches him, Sheik has to pretend not to be surprised by the horns this man has. He keeps the widening of his eyes brief, though it certainly feels like it takes an effort. He moves his focus to the fact that the gentleman seems to be asking kindly enough. He'll no more turn this man away than he would a stranger seeking refuge in his kingdom.

"I'm sorry, it's from back home. It's made from wrappings, though. If you happen to have any, I can help you."

Which... might be a bit of a stretch. But who knows? Maybe wherever this guy comes from, there's no shortage of gauze and bandages and wrappings.

YUNA. 🌙 FINAL FANTASY X. 🌙 LEGEND.

[ieyui]

01. ) BEAUTIFUL SUNSHINE RAY

//////////////////////////////// CW: ALTERED MOOD ////

( Yuna is absolutely enraptured by the little rabbits, watching them work efficiently to prepare her a cup of hot chocolate. )

A pink marshmallow, please, sir rabbit.

( There are practically stars in her eyes, completely taken with the adorableness of it all.

Listen, she doesn't see cute things like this ever. It's all fiends and corrupt religious officials lately. )

Thank you, bless you.

02. ) POETRY IN LIGHTS

//////////////////////////////// ???? ////

( Yuna's words glow there in the air, shameful and secret as they are true: I want to be selfish.

She waves at the words, but they don't disappear so easily. )

What sort of magic is this? I-it's ...

( She glances around, nervous, but finds she can't really dispute it, and there's nothing she can do but wait for them to fade. )

02

[woenesday]

( Everything about this feels utterly ridiculous to Wednesday in the absolute worst ways. Still, she needs a lot of spoons for a purchase she's determined to make, so she stops near Yuna and stares as she attempts to wave the written words away. )

The tricks this place plays don't go away that easily. ( It's her way of suggesting it's a waste of time trying to make them disappear. ) Be selfish then. ( Easy as that, right? It is for her. )

Enrico Pucci | JJBA: Stone Ocean (potential spoilers, lemme know) | Familiar

[heaven_sent]

Hot Chocolate

Perhaps it's better if he just doesn't question the logistics of everything, it's... better than what could have happened instead. It's better than what should have happened to him. But it's still disconcerting at best to think over what the likely outcome of everything was, even while being distracted by the rabbits offering him something warm.

It's rarely cold enough in Southern Florida to warrant hot chocolate like this, but it's also cold as all get-out to him and he's quite thankful for the offering. He merely shrugs off the marshmallow decision, not particularly caring what color they give him. Turns out they merely go for the white, which is perhaps for the best given how pensive he's currently feeling.

Specifically he's looking up at the sky, knowing full well that he still has access to some part of his Stand, but also having an odd feeling that parts of it are now inaccessible to him. "What a curious thing..." He's muttering softly to himself, not particularly noticing or caring if someone overhears him.

Winter Games (Stand spoilers)

Snow is also not something he's entirely familiar with, he's seen it before, but never in quantities where it actually can be useful for anything. While he's probably not dressed for the weather (expensive dress pants, loafers, dress shirt, and a cassock are not the most cold weather appropriate), he doesn't seem extremely bothered by the weather currently. He's seen worse. Been the cause of worse, if you wanted to be technical.

However, the second a snowball comes flying at him is the second a rather peculiar figure shows up behind the priest and he's almost seeming to disappear for a moment only to be a couple of steps to the side of where the snowball had been aimed. He doesn't have time for this nonsense, he never has. But if it's attempted again, it will have merely the same effect. The figure behind him doesn't seem to move other than merely existing, how strange.

Sing for your life

Music is a way to soothe the soul, isn't it? Throughout the ages, throughout the history of humanity, music has always been a consistent factor. A lot of the time intrinsically intertwined with religion, if he had to be honest. Which might be why he isn't at all surprised by the soothing effects in the beginning, merely having found a place to lean to enjoy the sounds around him.

But when it stops, when there's more movement, is when things take a turn for the worst. Typically, typically his response would be to protect himself. And, truly, he is doing just that. Except in comes in the form of accidentally turning himself into a dog.

Lovely. Great. He can't access the one thing that would keep him from getting hurt in this situation, but at least Pucci's intelligence is paying off for him as it doesn't take him long to put two and two together. Look, what do you want singing from a dog to sound like? He's trying his best with what he has.

Wildcard

[Feel free to hit me up if you want something different, quickest way is probably going to be through PMs.]

hot chocolate.

[exaltruistic]

Hmm? The sky?

( Ko stands a few yards away from Pucci, looking up to the sky as well, before he sips at his own drink, colored pink from the marshmallow.

Given Pucci's tone, however, he thinks its something else. His wings flutter a little. )

Are you new here?

Axel | Kingdom Hearts 3 | Familiar

[auswendig]

Winter Games

[Axel's not usually much for the cold these days. Give him ice cream, and he's fine, but snow? However, once that snowball hits him, he can barely feel the cold anymore. He's one to snowball fight, to gather snow and dump it down someone's coat, and to sled the day away. Eventually, though, he'll get tired enough to go inside again for some...]

Hot Chocolate

[He's not usually a fan of the super-sweet, but he desperately needs to warm up. The question, simple though it is, of which marshmallow he wants is met with a blank stare.]

You know what? Surprise me.

((OOC: Will roll for each person who takes this prompt.))

Sing for your Life

[It's odd - he isn't much for music most of the time. He leaves that to Demyx and his sitar. But this music... it makes him feel safe. It's comfortable.

And then it stops. He didn't even realize he was humming along. The snow quakes, coming to life, and he just... grins.]

Snow versus fire? We all know how this goes!

[He tries to summon his keyblade, and.... nothing.]

What? Not again!

[That gives him enough pause to get clobbered.]

Owww...

Poetry in Lights

For me?

[He takes the sparkler, studying it, but once it's lit, he traces out the words... "I just want friends again."]

((OOC: Will match prose or brackets.))

hot chocolate.

[shurajodo]

Yeah, good luck with that.

( Gara has a cup, but the marshmallow is white; sometimes this place will get him, so to speak, and he'll have some of the food with funny effects.

Sometimes still, he's just not in the mood. )

Y'might grow another head drinkin' that, knowing how this place works.

Cain Knightley | Mahoyaku | Legend

[himbosupreme]

Hot chocolate
Getting served hot chocolate by a bunch of cute rabbits is a way better reception than anything in the North Country would get him, so however put out at being thrown into an icy world easily vanished.

Wierd mood-altering marshmallows aside, he was now eating them straight out of the cup. Is that what is normal to do? Maybe not. But he is latching onto the first person he bumps into, and he isn't even really affected by the marshmallows. (Yet. Maybe.)

"Hey, do you know what these marshmallow things are? I wanna know how they are made-it can't be magic, right?"

Poetry in Lights

Frankly if he hadn't been gifted a sparkler he probably would've demanded one anyway; he'd done sonmething similar to this with magic before. It was really pretty against the night sky and soon began to amuse himself by dancing with it.

After the impromptu entertainment ended, an almost somber calm settled in, and something in Cain compelled him to start writing words in the air.

I want everyone to live through the next Calamity.

That was pretty normal, but his hand didn't stop there.

They all see me as useless,

He stood there, staring at the words for awhile, like he couldn't believe them. It had gotten him lost in his own feelings enough that he didn't even notice if someone had approached him.

[ooc: Cain has a curse that doesn't allow him to see anyone except after he touches them, and this resets roughly every day. just a heads up! I will do my best to work with whatever the other players want to.]

Hot Chocolate

[shinra_dog]

Oh hello, this guy was suddenly super close. Was personal space an unknown magic, too?

"Uh..." And yet, when asked what seemed like such a silly question, Reno couldn't help but laugh.

"No, not usually -- I dunno about all these rabbits, though. It's pretty much just processed sugar -- " The redhead took a glance inside Cain's mug and dayum. "And wow, okay, you sure have a lot 've 'em in there, huh buddy?"

He smirked at the wizard teasingly. "First time?"

Venti | Genshin Impact | Myth

[halcyonbard]

hot hot hot hot chocolate
[One minute, he's falling, and he can't manage to get himself upright in time. The next? He's on his back, in the middle of an ice fort. Venti sits up and looks around, and he's silent for a moment.]

Hm. How [odd? annoying? painful, though he doesn't feel that hurt right now?] interesting. [sure, why not]

[He gets up and walks over to the little bar, and he's immediately delighted. Oh. Well. That's cute. This also isn't quite wine they're pouring, but it'll do. He reaches out and gets a cup of hot chocolate, taking a sip.]

My compliments to my servers today. You've made a hopping good drink.

[EHE. He swerves back around and nearly runs into someone else.]

Oh--! Apologies. Didn't see you there~ are you new, too?


snowballs

[Venti walks outside, and...smack. Immediately, he's hit with a snowball. Well, this isn't out of character in the first place for him to engage in--

He immediately starts forming snowballs in return and returns fire.]

Hopefully you know what you've gotten yourself into~!


sing your life

[The spirits singing does not bring forth an unfamiliar feeling in Venti. In fact, it brings one that is all too familiar, his heart put at ease with the gift of song. This is why he exists as a bard. The spirit of freedom exists in song, exists in the wind, exists in spirits all around him, so he doesn't even fathom a thought about the weapons around him when the spirits stop singing. No, his response is immediate.]

....There will come a soldier~ who carries a mighty sword. He will tear your city down~ Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord~

poetry in lights
I wish for the past to fade.

[Venti casts a small, solemn look at the words that his sparkler has written out, and he remains silent. He can't face something like this - something he longs for and fears at the same time. It would never work. But sometimes...it haunts him.

Enough that he simply stares out at the words, emotionless, until someone approaches nearby and he's immediately all smiles again.]

Enjoying the festivities?


wild card
[Toss anything at me! I'm pretty open.]

sing your life!

[descender]

[The singing spirits is a new experience for him here, and the sense of comfort he gets from them, he even catches himself. He wonders if it's an effect from their singing rather than just simple appreciation of the singing. This wouldn't be the first time music has influenced his mood and even personality here.

As he continues to walk, he hears a familiar singing that is unlike the spirits. Could it be? He quickens his pace and sees and hears an all too familiar bard seeming like there's nothing strange or worrisome about this place.

He doesn't say anything right away, just listening to the last line of the song. It blends in with the spirits singing, but he needs to focus.]

Do you make it a habit of singing with spirits?

Kei (Cristo) | Cristo: Jougan no Messiah | Familiar

[amonsterbyanyothername]

..::|| Hot Chocolate ||::..

((OOC: I'm down for any marshmallow. So pick your favourite~! Also, please feel free to view his permissions, especially if your character can detect non-humans. Thank you!))

It was all a daze, when he landed. One moment, Kamuro had yanked him by his collar, threatening to tell him some sort of secret to Kei's supposedly easy life.

Now, he was here. He blinks, still bleary, one orange eye and one blue. His eyepatch was still gone. Well, he'd deal with that later. He's not comfortable having both eyes revealed, but he's not adamant about covering it up right now, either.

He wanders around the fort before stumbling acrost the hot chocolate bar. He tries to inquire about the different flavours of marshmallow, but doesn't seem to get much in the way of responses. (Honestly, he was hoping one of them was spicy flavoured, but oh, well.) He picks one at random and takes his first drink from the warm cup before finding a spot next to you. He gives a smile and a polite, "Hello. I'm Kei and I'm new here."

Maybe he can figure something out while he's getting his bearings more properly.


..::|| Winter Games ||::..

Kei's not sure how it started, but things very quickly developed into a snowball fight. And he certainly doesn't mind. In fact, he's more than thrilled to participate.

Your only hint that Kei is coming is a light-hearted laugh, as he uses his speed to his advantage and pelts a snowball at the back of your head.

"Got you!" is said with more innocent glee rather than a competitive vengeance. And he's quick to drop down where he stands to start making more.

Yes, he's leaving himself open. But what's the fun if you can't get struck back by your opponent that he, admittedly, struck rather unfairly.


..::|| Sing For Your Life ||::..

The sounds had tantalised Kei so much, that he even took the time to find a seat to listen to these spirits sing. It's absolutely wonderful, and he'll pat the faintly bare patch in the snow next to him with a smile when he sees you wandering nearby, beckoning you to come listen with him.

It isn't until the music stops that concern crosses his face, especially when the thumps sound, and the fallen snow begins to take its forms.

A faint and disappointed, "Awh..." escapes Kei's lips, before he gets up and quickly puts himself between you and the new, apparent snow monsters.

He's not sure if they're violent, but he also would like to make sure they aren't.

And, sure enough, one strikes first before Kei jumps up and kicks off its almost-head.

"You can run, if you need to. I can hold them off myself." His tone is even and calm, despite the fact that more of these things are getting closer. And he's unfazed by the fact that the one's head regrows.


..::|| Poetry in Lights ||::..

Now with an eyepatch recovered (thank you rabbits who didn't put up a fight when he asked for one), covering his orange eye, he feels much more secure. Even if it wasn't noticeable before, Kei feels more relaxed like this.

It isn't long until he gets his own hands on a sparkler, looking up at the sky. His words are spelled out slowly, almost intentionally.

I wish I never became a Sweeper.

He doesn't regret it fully, but still...

He stares at his words a moment, unsure why he wrote them. Do the people here even know what a Sweeper is? Well, it's out in the open now, and it certainly doesn't look like he could just hide it.

He looks over to you, giving a smile.

"Did you write something, too?" Look, even he's a little curious to what others might have written.

poetry in lights

[halcyonbard]

I wish for the past to fade.

[Venti watches the words appear in the air, drawn by his own hand with that sparkler, before his brow creases. Even if that's what he wishes for sometimes, he knows that's impossible. He's cut out of his concern by another voice - an unfamiliar one, a young man - and he glances over with a smile.]

Oh, nothing important.

[He looks at the own words that his companion has written, perhaps to draw away from his own--]

Sweeper? What might that be, if I may ask?

Archangel Michael | Original | Legend

[thirdaspect]

hot chocolate
[Quite honestly, it was very nice to be soaring through the air, even if it was falling with style. He can't really recall the last time he's been in the air, without the aid of human technology-- mostly airplanes. Of course, finding himself in the middle of an ice fort after falling is very strange, and this whole process is done by a power that only higher beings should have. So, he should probably be worried.

But there's hot chocolate and how can he ignore hot chocolate?? Not him. Even if it's served by... highly intelligent rabbits? Michael watches as they plop pink marshmallows into his cup, and the angel smiles in gratitude, taking the drink.]

Well, aren't you a talented little one? You have my thanks.

[It's probably improper to pet them, so Michael turns his gaze to anyone nearby, feeling a little more confident to start up a conversation.] This place is full of surprises, isn't it?

winter games
[Feel that snowball smacking you in the back of your head? If you turn around, you'll find the culprit, one apologetic man standing there with another snowball in his hands. Caught red-handed right? Even so, the angel starts to speak, a sincere voice leaving him, even if he looks like he's having fun as well, holding back laughter.]

I-I'm sorry! I didn't... mean to? [That's sort of a lie? He's never threw snowballs at strangers before, but he doesn't find himself regretting it.] I mean, I had this compelling urge to, but--

[He stands there and continues to talk, maybe a good time to get revenge on him?]

poetry in lights
[There should be many things for him to think about. The fact that he's not on Earth anymore, that he's disconnected from everyone that he knows. He's in a another god's realm, where people can revive upon death. He wonders, just briefly, would the other two parts of him love that, or would they find it abhorrent? He can't speak for them, even though they are him, while existing in other bodies back home.

...

It's so strange, but everything's been nice so far, between the hot chocolate and the snowball fights. Maybe that's why he hasn't been too worried? Or maybe he's just overwhelmed and he doesn't want to think about the serious things until later. With the sparkler in hand, he points it to the night sky, and without meaning to, starts to spell out something that also fills him with dread as he finishes the last letter: Murderer.

No one sees that, right? Michael can only stare at the bright light with a nauseated feeling to him.]

[ooc: As a general note, I try to avoid religious talk in his tags, I don't want to step on anyone's toes! Even though he's classified as an angel, he looks like a human.]

This should be interesting! Hello! Hot Chocolate.

[thornspawn]

[Marus is bundled up, trying to keep warm, but his horns preclude any sort of hat, leaving the tiny spark of light between them visible. He finds himself being addressed by someone unfamiliar, new perhaps? He manages a smile despite the chill. At least he doesn't seem wicked or cruel...]

Yes, it truly is. I've been here a while, yet I never seen anywhere like this.

[As he speaks, his forked tail uncurls from around one hooved leg and collects a mug of hot cocoa, currently marshmallow-free.]

((OOC: Tiefling paladin with not an ounce of wickedness in his heart but a truly monstrous appearance, enter stage right.))

Amy Amell | Dragon Age Origins | Legend

[priamell]

Beautiful Sunshine Ray - Hot Chocolate

[If this place is the Fade, it's unlike any part of the Fade she's seen before. Plus there's a solidity to it, a firmness that she's never really experienced on her forays to the Fade. There's always been this weird sort of fuzzy wrong-ness, this inbuilt knowledge that she's not supposed to be there.

This place? It has none of that. Sure, it's just as surreal in appearance, but that's about where the comparison ends. Well, that and the animals doing things that animals can't normally do. Unless they're just all shapeshifters?

Does any of this stop her from getting a cup of hot chocolate? No. It's quite cold and while her armor is pretty warm the added warmth sounds delightful. Gloved hands wrapped around the mug like it's a holy chalice, Amy brings it up to let her face bask in the warmth it emits and the smell. Oh maker, the smell!]

Now I see why Leliana would go on about this stuff. If it tastes half as good as it smells! I should have tried to get some for her, even if it would have been pricey.

[The marshmallow bobs innocently before she takes a small sip. Then a bigger sip. Then half the mug is gone. Sheepishly, she stops then looking up to see if anyone's noticed her behavior. When the former Warden Commander makes eye contact she doesn't even fluster. Oh no, she's been in the Game too long now.]

In my defense? It's really good! You should try some!

[She'll even offer them her mug, in case they can't be bothered to get their own. Marshmallow can be decided by RNG or if there's a preference just go for it!]

Beautiful Sunshine Ray - Winter Games

[There was a time when Amy wasn't particularly familiar with snow. Simply because she'd only left the Tower rarely. But that time is past and now she happens to be quite familiar with snow. And melted snow. And the awful mud that comes with it. But for now everything's a pristine winter wonderland.

And now she doesn't have the looming end of the world to stop her from engaging in a little fun. Which is why she's instantly ducking into motion the very instant a snowball thunks her in the shoulder. Amy doesn't even use magic, snowball made clumsily by gloved hands unused to the task. Her throw is much better, aiming for her targets center of mass for ease. So long as she doesn't hit them in the face.]

Is this your way of declaring war? Be warned, I won't hold back!

[Okay, maybe she will because using magic in a snowball fight would be cheating. So a little holding back.]

Beautiful Moonlight Shine - Sing Your Life

[It's a beautiful moment. The sky above glimmering with stars and a bright crescent of moon making the snow glitter in turn, the world bathed in blues. It could be a painting. Amy wishing she was more given to artistic pursuits, before her train of thought derailing as soon as the singing starts.

It's ethereal and haunting, but in the way that unworldly beautiful things are. Not in a scary way. It takes little thought to settle in, intent to enjoy the impromptu concert for as long as it will last.

Only it doesn't last that long before the Creatures come. Of course. Now this? This is more what she's used to dealing with. There's no hesitation as she springs into motion, eyes finding a sword and she's sprinting for it in a headlong rush that has her plowing through the once serene landscape.]

It's a little small, but I suppose it'll do. They say size isn't everything you know. [A pause.] They're mostly lying, but if it helps.

[Sword in hand does she rush the strange creatures? Not instantly, first her hand flickers down the blade coating it with fire. Then she darts into the creatures, sword flashing with a speed and familiarity most mages don't possess. But seriously, it's so much smaller than her trusty Greatsword that it's like it weighs nothing.]

I could do this all day!

[Not exactly, she'll tire eventually, but for now? No big deal. But despite the rush of battle, she heads back the way she came. Wanting to make make sure the stranger that was her concert buddy is okay before she does anything too serious in counterattack.]

This happen often here or was this concert and a show special and just for us?

((OOC: Hi! Forgot to add I'm completely happy to style match if you have a preference. Wildcards also completely welcome.))

Hot Chocolate

[savagegardens]

[Lestat sighs, his black tail swishing back and forth sadly as he stares at the hot chocolate in mild dismay. His own outfit is perhaps less warm looking and practical than the woman's armor, but the cold doesn't bother him much.]

I wish I could, but I'm afraid I can't. It does smell delicious, though.

Kate Cordello - Original with CRAU - Myth

[bossyboiler]

Hot Chocolate

It is a rough landing. It takes a few moments for her body to form but when it does, she's sitting on her butt with her legs splayed out before her. The wind has been knocked out of her lungs and it takes a while for all of her senses to return. When they do, she reaches up with her hands to rub her temples.

Kate remembers the Fox and following it. She remembers leaving a duplicate of herself behind in Penance. She remembers a lot, not all of it good. Soon, however, she's aware of just how cold her ass is and so she pulls herself to her feet. As she rises she catches sight of her hands which end in black talons.

What does it mean, she wonders as she stares at both of her hands. The expression on her face reads that of both fear and worry. She had been under the assumption, that upon leaving Hell, her demonic changes would revert back. There is that one saying about making assumptions and Kate does feel like an ass. Is this what the Fox had meant by potential? Is she doomed to turn more demonic or are the powers of the Fox no match for the powers of Hell? She doesn't know. Regardless, there's nothing she can do about it in this moment.

She looks around at her surroundings. Her eyes come to rest on the hot chocolate bar that is being manned by actual rabbits. She smiles a little because the cuteness catches her off-guard but she dare not trust the beverage that they serve. She's been in Hell where nearly every drink had been laced with something. The different colored marshmallows further cement the deal. She's not touching them. She's new here. She needs all of her senses intact.

"Excuse me," she says as she approaches a person. "Can you tell me where I am?"

Sing/Run For Your Life

Eventually, Kate finds her way out of the ice fort. It's only then that she looks up at the sky. How long as it been since she's seen a normal, star-filled sky? She has spent more than a year and a half with nothing but a red sky to look at. There is only the one moon and she understands the reason for it. This isn't her Earth or any Earth at all.

She gets so caught up with her stargazing that she gets a little lost.

The ice fort is long out of view when the singing starts. The melody comforts her. She feels safe if not a little cold. That's okay, however. The singing spirits won't let any harm come to her at least not any true harm. For a long while she is content to listen to them sing and wonder the woods.

She wanders out of range of the singing. The landscape becomes eerily quiet. She reaches up and touches the base of her throat out of nervousness. She is all of a sudden keenly aware of the temperature and the stillness of the air. She stops walking when she hears the first thwump.

Not sure as to what is causing the sound, Kate stops in her tracks. Her instincts are telling her to run away but the logical side of her brain is urging more caution. It wouldn't do to run right into whatever is making the noise and so she waits. There is another thwump and then another.

Eventually she can pinpoint the direction the noises are coming from and she turns to see what or who it is. The creature crests over the ridge, lumbering and noisy. It doesn't change its path. It is coming straight for her. It roars and Kate bolts.

She knows that she has to get back to the music, back to its safety. She runs in the direction that she had traveled from, using her footprints as a guide.

Kate is in a blind run. She looks behind her a few too many times instead of looking to see what's in front of her. She collides with something or someone. Down she goes, screaming all the way.

"Run. Just run!"

Poetry In Lights

By the time she reaches the clearing with the red lantern lights and sparklers, Kate is well and truly miserable. She has a cold everything. Her hair is a mess, with a few twigs tucked here and there. Her clothing, which had once been fashionable, is nearly soaked all the way through. She looks just as unhappy as she feels.

She doesn't have any real injuries so the kiosk and its black rabbits are ignore. She idly toys with the idea of picking one up and cuddling it for some kind of warmth but the bunnies seem sentient and Kate doesn't feel it's right to do so. Instead, she tries to gain some warmth in her hands by holding her hands up to a lantern. There is not much warmth to be gained but she still tries.

After a while, one of the rabbits offers her a sparkler and she accepts it because she believes it is completely normal. That all changes when she holds up her sparkler and writes, If I could go back to being Mrs. Fitz, I would.

She hadn't meant to do that. All she had meant to do was to wave it around and make a funny shape or two. Instead, a compulsion had come over her. The words weren't going away either. They hovered in the air, written for all to see.

"Oh no no no." Kate flings down the sparkler. It lands in the snowy embankment and puts itself out.

She is going to spend the next few minutes trying to make the words disappear. If she waves her hands quickly enough they have to go away... Right?

Misc/Wildcard

((OOC: Will match action spam or prose. If you'd like a different scenario than above, you can find me on plurk at kindaklutzy or here.

[twatter]

"Mom?" A soft-spoken and disbelieving question.

Far removed from hell, Aindreas Fitz still existed in the confines of Tech's mind -- muted but never erased. Except right now, with the glowing confession of Kate's shining in the sky, it's impossible to blot the traces of Aindreas away. Because there are times Tech has felt the same way -- wishing he could abandon himself and go back to happiness and love, to have the affection of a mother he could never and would never know otherwise. To have a brother who would protect him and a father who loved him in his own cold and distant way. Maybe they should address the neon elephant that is her sparkler written words. Maybe he should discourage her and remind her that Kate is just as wonderful as Katherine. But at the moment, he's too stunned to do anything other than take a few wooden steps closer.

And when he's within a few paces, he all but throws himself at her -- arms encircling her in an embrace that simultaneously seeks out a mother's comfort and offers protection for her all the same. She's cold. She's soaked. She left hell and found a new hell in this place, and she must be confused and afraid. But she's here all the same.

Tech doesn't linger for too long -- much though he'd like to continue holding her until he's certain this isn't some kind of illusion or trial made by this place, he recognizes she needs to get someplace warm and comfortable and she needs to do that with someone she can trust. His hand slides along her arm until he's captured her hand within his.

"C'mon. I have an apartment close by. I can get you a change of clothes and something to eat and we can talk about all of this."

Lestat de Lioncourt | The Vampire Chronicles | Myth

[savagegardens]

[note: Lestat arrives wearing this outfit. He has small black devil horns, mostly hidden by his hair, and a black tail, which is not hidden.]


i. hot chocolate
Lestat, being a vampire, can't partake in the wintertime tradition of hot chocolate. Which makes him honestly a bit sad, since he was never able to afford chocolate before he was turned, and therefore has never had it. But he comes up with what he thinks is a marvelous idea; he approaches the nearest person with a paper cup and asks, "Could I just smell your hot chocolate, please?"


ii. sing your life
[cw: harsh language in the linked song]
After firing a few useless rounds into one of the snow creatures, Lestat swears under his breath and tosses the gun back into the snow. All he managed to do was to blow a few holes in its torso, which were immediately filled in with more snow. But -- wait. Something pings in the back of Lestat's brain.

The singing.

The singing he'd found so calming, so enchanting. These things had only appeared when it had stopped. Well. What is a rockstar to do, then, when the situation calls for music? He starts singing.



iii. poetry in lights
Oh, well how charming. Lestat takes a sparkler from one of the little black rabbits and watches as it shines in the darkness. He find he wants to draw something in the air with it. A star maybe, or perhaps a heart. Something silly like that.

But when he finishes moving his arm, he finds he's drawn something else entirely, and the words make his eyes prick with tears.

I loved them both



iv. wildcard
[throw something at me, or hmu on plurk at wherethefigslie if you have ideas!]

poetry in lights 💖

[deathoftheauthor]

There's a moment where Louis's heart seems to freeze in his chest, the pendulum of his emotions swinging wildly between hope and dread. Oh, it looks like his maker, unmistakably so, and yet he's learned in the past month that this means very little here. It could be an apparition of some kind. It could be something worse.

And yet.

Like a moth to a flame, Louis finds himself drawn toward Lestat, no matter the danger, just as surely as he always has been. There was never any other choice for him.

Snow crunches beneath his boots, steps almost as loud as a careless mortal man's would be. He's dressed in all black, one of Willow's customary flower crowns perched atop his messy hair. A few snowflakes sit on his shoulders, unmelted.

"Lestat?" Louis's voice is soft, worried, tentative. At first because he isn't certain what he's seeing, and then again because he finally spots the letters hovering in midair. His brow furrows as he reads and reads again, and asks: "What is this…?"

Ryo Yamada | Bocchi the Rock! | Myth

[weedeater]

Arriving and Chocolateing

"...Taylor Swift...?" Normally her few vivid dreams are about musicians she actually listens to, they've never turned her into a Myth(?), or yeeted her into an ice castle, and since when were dreams actually this damn cold?

The possibility of this being reality is cleanly rejected for the moment, as she wraps her arms around herself, pondering if she's just going to let herself freeze to death until she wakes up, which seems imminent with a light sweater as her warmest piece of clothing. Maybe she should just lay down and let the ice claim her... only it's really, really unpleasant, and let it be known that Ryo doesn't tolerate physical hardship very well.

On the other hand, if she moves her body... is that... complimentary hot chocolate? A free beverage isn't going to fill her up, but maybe she can dream up some free oden once she's thinking straight. Her tail swishes behind her with mild excitemamkte;kl;asdjflsjshe whirls around suddenly chasing it like a distracted pet. "Hey hey. Hey who said you could be there?" An international music sensation, apparently...?

Okay, Chocolate for real

Dazed and confused, and maybe a little dizzy as well, Ryo finally accepts... something. She's not sure what she's actually taking to heart. This shouldn't be real, but pinching herself didn't work and biting her hand just helped her discover enlarged canine teeth, and there are people here she couldn't just dream up... she thinks.

"...thank you." Her bow is awkward and a bit more reservedly polite than she usually is as she accepts one hot chocolate from a RABBIT that is just doing its thing here. At least the blue marshmallow fits her image, although the sight of pink, yellow, blue and white just gives her perspective that at least Bocchi isn't the one dealing with this. Ryo though? She takes a sip, and the magic of Free Stuff invigorates her- oh that feels a little better than free stuff usually does.

"Did they spike this with something?" she asks anyone who looks even marginally more likely to have an answer.

Sign Your Life

Her buzz has worn off. Night is setting in, and acceptance feels even darker and colder than this arctic hellscape.

Actually she's pretty sure the snow monsters chasing them are more hellish than acceptance, but at least they're slow enough for her to outrun... for now. Ryo's seen horror movies. The tireless monsters are just slow enough to build tension but she can't last for much longer, and soon her short life will end.

"Do you know the lyrics to any Beatles? Ajikan?" Unless she throws out a desperation move. She's a better singer than those spirits, or something, so if whoever the hell she's almost run into can sing even a little they might not be dead yet.

Night Bright

She's survived a horror movie, only to still find herself in an isekai anime. Actually, it's a lot closer to her taste than the average isekai; there's an edge of dark shounen as opposed to the copy-paste fantasy land of so many.

Which is why it feels like she's already lost ten years off her life from her heart beating out of her chest, the sparkler she traces through the air shaking enough to make her lazy handwriting even harder to read, and when did she start actually writing-

'I Miss Nijika Already'

......she quickly swipes her sparkler to dissipate or scribble over her sappy admission but it does nothing. At least the dark of night hides the tears pricking at her eyes.

Okay, Chocolate for real

[woenesday]

Wednesday had her own mug of hot chocolate that she was decidedly refusing to even contemplate drinking. Not until she found an unsuspecting sap that would drink it first and answer the question of if it was spiked or not for her. That was one of the only reasons she actually looked up at Ryo when she asked her question.

"More than likely. Would you really expect a mysterious drink given to you by white rabbits to not be suspect?" Her tone held just a hint of judgement, as if she might think the question was somewhat stupid for someone to ask. Were people really that trusting of things in a world like this that they wouldn't automatically assume it was spiked in some way? Of course they were. Enid would be. Enid would have already finished it after lavishing the rabbits with compliments and thanks for having it prepared for them. She'd probably even think it was a generous and kind thing for them to do. Wednesday though, she was far too smart to fall for these tricks.

Sheik | Ocarina of Time - Mirrors AU | Undecided Role

[losttothesandsoftime]

..::|| Hot Chocolate ||::..

He followed the Fox. Why did he follow the fox? What urged him to? He doesn't understand, as he puts those pieces together, suddenly thrust into the cold. His arms wrap around him, while he tries to focus to use his magic to keep him warm, but his thoughts feel suddenly scattered.

He looks around, wondering if perhaps he wasn't the only one who followed the Fox.

"Link?" soft at first, then a louder until it was almost a yell, hoping to be heard by his love. By the one who helped Sheik realise himself.

But it seems that the hero of Hyrule, the Hero of Time, is nowhere to be found. This isn't the place for tears. They'd probably freeze to his face. He takes the hot cocoa offered (and silently wishes to himself that they had marshmallows in green; he'll opt for a white instead) and finds himself a place to sit on the otherwise-cold ground before he pulls down his cowl to start drinking.

How could he let this happen? He has a kingdom to run, to put back together. And those talks about potential, didn't he already reach it? He's the Sage of Time, after all. It was supposed to be his coronation, soon.

He's so confused. And it's so lonely to be without Link here.


..::|| Sing For Your Life ||::..

At least the music seems to be easing the pain he feels, no longer being by Link's side. Distracting him from wondering how and what Link is doing without him there (And from being certain that the Hylian Hero is panicking, along with the rest of the kingdom). It keeps Sheik from blaming himself for just a few moments, his only regret being that he doesn't have his harp with him.

Sheik sits up in a tree, hanging a leg down from his perch, not really concerned for a need to hide. He feels perfectly secure in this moment. He'll even start to gently hum his own music to the vocals the spirit seem to be making, harmonising with their work.


..::|| Poetry in Lights ||::..

Seeing people with sparklers, being so happy and having a great time, Sheik is actually kind of eager to try, too. They didn't have anything like this back home. Not something people could just play with. It looked like some kind of light magic. How does a stick produce that kind of thing?

When it becomes lit, the full pain he's been bearing with for eight years, if not more spill to the surface, spelling out into the sky:

I wish I had been born a boy.

And instantly Sheik's eyes widen. No. No no no nonononononono!

He tries to jump in front of it, swat it out of the air, throw magic at it, even throw a deku nut at it!

But it still hangs there, ever defiant.

"It... It's not what you think!"

This can't be happening here. He was a boy here! It was nice while it lasted five seconds before his secret came to be displayed in front of everyone here. He might be panicking. Just a little.

Poetry in Lights

[weedeater]

Having since given up on trying to scribble out anything she wrote, Ryo quietly meanders the rest of the gathering, now that it's more chill than chilly... even if it's still really too cold. She's hefted the bass she somehow recovered from singing at snow monsters, pondering where she could set up and play, what she can get to eat, how all of that plays into using a spoon as a magical credit card.

Trying not to be too nosy about everyone else's lives, while struggling to not at least glance at the gleaming sparks of personal revelations. Sheik's panicked flailing just draws more attention to his message-

Ah. Ryo's bad at expressing sensitivity, and that rarely matters but it's clear that this is a big deal. She offers Sheik a thumbs up. "You look manly to me, bro." ...nervous sweating that that might be too silly will only make her colder.

Xavier Thorpe | Wednesday | Familiar

[artmoves]

Beautiful Sunshine Ray

hot chocolate

{ He wasn't sure what he'd been expecting when he followed the fox, but this wasn't it. Was this...a fort...made of ice? He couldn't help but admire the craftsmanship, and he spends a few moments taking it all in before the hot chocolate bar catches his attention. A lowered brow and a look of utter confusion signaled he'd noticed the rabbits behind the bar and he approached cautiously. He'd seen a lot of weird stuff in his lifetime, but he'd never seen bunny baristas in a snow fort.

He approaches cautiously at first, still wondering exactly what he'd been expecting when he'd decided to come here, when one of the rabbits poured him a cup, on its hind legs and all, and chittered at him about an array of marshmallows. Feeling like a lost Disney prince, he chuckles slightly before choosing, blue just because he wondered if they were different flavors, and took the prepared hot chocolate from his leporine server. }

Uh...thanks.

{ It's probably not the best idea to drink the first thing handed to you by animal baristas in a weird new world, but he's sort of cold, and the steaming cup of hot chocolate is beyond inviting. He takes one tentative sip before a broad smile crosses his face because it was good.

So good, in fact, the usually quiet artist looks to the closest fellow Star Child, still smiling. }

Hey, you've got to try the hot chocolate. Seriously, it's probably the best I've ever had. Just trust me.

winter games

{ The euphoria from the hot chocolate hadn't worn off by the time Xavier decided to see what the rest of this place was, and might have even played a part in his decision to step outside. The snowball made contact with his chest while he was idly pondering whether or not he'll stumble upon more animals running shops. Normally, he'd look at the very least offended, but instead, he grins broadly, moving to take cover behind a snowdrift. He starts forming snowballs even as he looks over to whoever might be sharing his cover. }

They're asking for it. Are you in?

Beautiful Moonlight Shine

sing your life

{ Wandering at night was beautiful here. He's not the least bit weirded out by the singing of the spirits. There's a warmth and a comforting from their song that can't be put into words, but he's already thinking of how he could best put them to imagery, allowing oils and canvas to reinact a story he doesn't have words for. He's smiling up at the sliver of moon, lost in reverie and enjoying the quiet (or not so quiet) company of whoever's joined him.

Until silence falls like a sledgehammer.

And then the snow joins it with a loud crash. He jumps, he can't help it. }

What was that?

Wildcard

(Hit me up with any prompt you want! I'm on discord at vikael#0221 or plurk at vikael)

hot chocolate

[woenesday]

[ Wednesday can be spotted first off in the distance watching as people leave the snow fort. Her goal in sticking around, in watching, was simply to find people that she could use for spoons. There was a purchase she desperately needed and that purchase would require an inordinate amount of them. Much to her chagrin this meant conversing with people and those coming out of the snow fort seemed to be the perfect type for this activity. They were new, unfamiliar with this place, and seemed to be full of questions that made it relatively easy to start some sort of conversation.

Nothing had prepared her for this particular new arrival though. Her eyes widened as she watched him smile as he willingly drank the hot cholate. Of course he'd be stupid enough to trust it so easily. Her eyes narrowed as she watched to see if he'd just keep over from drinking it. Really, it'd have completely served him right if he had. ]

I'm unsurprised you'd be so quick to trust that. [ But no, she was not going to take a sip of hers just because he said 'trust him'. ] Why are you here? [ Had he somehow found out she'd come and followed her? No, that was impossible, unless the fox had somehow lied about them leaving a piece of themselves behind. ]

Clara Oswald | Doctor Who | Legend

[makemeasong]

☕ 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞

[ One moment, Clara'd been hanging upside down and annoyed at Missy, and the next she was falling to the ground in a totally different place. She's still annoyed but now she's curious, and she finds her way to the hot chocolate. The rabbits are adorable and only raise more questions, but she gets her beverage complete with blue marshmallow.

Mood lifted. The chocolate is warming and uplifting and when she smiles, her dimples show. She lightly rests a hand on the arm of the next person she sees, small and apparently pleased with herself. ]

Have you tried hot chocolate made by rabbits? it's brilliant, come on!

[ She should be asking questions, should be trying to find answers but for now, she's happy. ]

Rabbits!

✨ 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬

[ Following the lights, drawn to them, Clara lets out a soft breath when she sees all of the lanters. ]

Oh my stars...

[ When she's handed a sparkler, words of grief and guilt she's kept tucked away come to the front of her mind, and for a moment she tries to push them back and away, to continue collecting dust. But what's the harm when she knows no one in this place, of letting them go? ]

ℐ 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽 ℐ'𝒹 𝓈𝒶𝒾𝒹 ℊℴℴ𝒹𝒷𝓎ℯ.

[ If there was any euphoria left from before, it's gone now, and she watches as the words look back at her. The real hurt is that the words apply to more than one person. ]

☃ 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝

[ Anyone's welcome to PM this journal for any plotting if wanted, and feel free to choose your own adventure! Prose is fine as well, just went with my default :D ]

poetry in lights

[halcyonbard]

[Venti looks at the words traced in the air with the sparkler, and for a moment, he debates being silent. Letting the words simply...rest. That's a lot, isn't it? Especially for a stranger. But like another timeless man Clara knows, Venti can't bring himself to truly be silent when something catches his attention.]

...I'm sure they understood. Goodbyes need not always be spoken in words, as neat and nice as it is to put a bow on top of things like that.

traveler (lumine) | genshin impact | legend

[unalign]

01 — sweet dreams are made of this.
hot chocolate

[ honestly, lumine's more interested in the bunnies than the hot chocolate or the ice fort, smiling widely when one of them toddles over to offer her a cup. she holds out her hands, one to take the cup while the other to brush their soft and squishy paws, inwardly hoping they'll let her pet them. sadly, they don't, too busy entertaining the other guests who have also fallen in like she did.

so much for thinking that she wouldn't end up falling through the sky again like last time.

once she's all settled in, fingers linked together around the warm cup, however, she closes her eyes and finally starts sorting out her thoughts on where she is, where paimon is, what world this is now and how she got here. the last thing she remembered was returning to liyue just in time for lantern rite, and she certainly doesn't recall using her original powers.

after all, they've been ...

lumine blinks, her eyes flashing open at another rabbit tugging at her scarf. there are little jars of marshmallows shown to her, each one a different color. offering the little creature a faint smile, she turns to the person next to her. ]

Any suggestion on which color to pick?

02 — a chain reaction to eternity.
sing for your life

[ singing.

lumine kind of figured out that that's the main cause of all this drama—or, well, lack thereof. not at all different the last time she summoned a whopperflower when she sang, though this is the complete opposite. still, she's picked up a sword from the ground, shaking the snow off of it and the chill that suddenly bites at her fingers. not what she's comfortable with, but it'll do for now.

purple energy arcs off of the silver blade as a snowman clumsily ambles towards them, and she slashes at it, sending its head flying. it doesn't stop its movement and another even joins them, however, and lumine takes a step back, turning to her companion. ]

... Can you sing? I think one of us needs to sing.

[ well, technically, she can, but she's busy fending off these things soooo??? ]

03 — awaiting the morning.
wildcard

[ feel free to wildcard it up! i'm fine with all of the prompts aaaaand don't mind things getting spicy if it needs to get spicy. ]

02

[halcyonbard]

[This is....the Traveler's sister. He presumes, at least. They look rather similar, so it seems...likely. There's a lot of unanswered questions there - ones he'll ask later. Venti doesn't show any particular sign of not recognizing her, but his lips quirk up into a smile.]

Peculiar thing to ask a bard. A song is always with me! Perhaps that's what we should resort to instead of violence, anyway~!

[Let's see. What shall he sing? He clears his throat--]

When the night is young....and the land is dark....and the moon is the only light we'll see...~

Claire Novak ◄ Supernatural ► Legend

[hunterbarbie]

hot chocolate
[ The whole experience is more than a little surreal, Claire has to admit as she glances around taking in all of the intricate parts that make up the ice fort with wide eyes. She tries to stop herself from smiling, but barely makes it and that is before she sees the bunnies in their fluffy whiteness. It is straight out of Alice in Wonderland, she thinks, as she watches them prepare drinks for other people, all without opposable thumbs. A part of her is slightly on edge, expecting the soft atmosphere to be disturbed by something with huge teeth any second now, but it's just the hunter in her, wanting to be prepared for anything.

Before long she gets her own cup of hot chocolate, topped with a little blue marshmallow, and taking a sip she knows it's the best thing she has had in a long while. Leaning back against the bar, she begins to watch the other people in the room, as always weary of threats, but also genuinely curious as to who may be here apart from her. Maybe she'll even see a familiar face? As she drinks more of the chocolate, her shoulders loosen notably and a small smile appears on her face, making her look a lot more approachable despite her ripped jeans, dark eyeshadow, and leather jacket. ]

winter games
[ A snowball hits her right on the back of her head, trickling down the back of her neck and making her whole body shudder. But she doesn't have it in her to get angry. Instead, she allows herself to be a kid, to do something fun for a change that other people have fond childhood memories of.

Turning around, she already has a snowball of her own rolled up and ready to go and a challenging grin on her face. ]

I hope you're ready because I am here to kick your ass!

sing your life
[ Of course, Claire isn't someone to back down from a fight when it is presented to her on a silver platter such as this. The melodies were nice and calming while they lasted, they made her breathe a little easier. But now they are gone and these snow creatures look like could actually do some harm if they aren't stopped. She is able to quickly grab a sword from the snow that was half-obscured by it. Its shape and heft is different from the angel sword she is used to but still, she brandishes it, facing the creatures head-on, only sparing whoever is next to her a quick glance. ]

Let's do this. [ The option of fighting back using a song of her own doesn't even cross her mind, but maybe whoever crosses her way could suggest it. ]

{{ooc; Use one of the prompts or make your own. If you want to talk, reach out to me via discord (I'm yumi#8048) or Plurk (Yzaksama)}}

hot chocolate

[savagegardens]

[Lestat can appreciate the ripped jeans and leather. After all, that look was de rigueur for the nineteen eighties Goth Rock scene. Lestat is rocking more than a little leather of his own, his short black horns mostly hidden by his hair. Though there's no hiding his black tail, which swishes lazily behind him as he explores the ice fort.

He approaches the girl with a small smile, nodding in greeting.] You look as though you're enjoying yourself.

Reno | FFVII "And More" | CRAU

[shinra_dog]

[Will be using the extended canon lore and SOME bits from Remake, i.e. fancy new clothes, background scenes at Shinra building -- but this Reno did drop the Plate.]


Arrival

He was falling again. He'd hoped it was just a dream, but the rushing air against his skin and through his hair made it clear that was not the case. At least his body wasn't a completely broken lump of flesh this time... And maybe if he was lucky, Reno thought, he'd just die on impact.

Or not. In the blink of an eye, he was on the ground and surrounded by snow with no impact to speak of. He was just... there.

It didn't feel like what he imagined the Lifestream was like. The snow was firm and wet as he rubbed his fingers through it. The sky was clear, no pollution. Gingerly reaching up to his throat, he felt the embedded sapphire still there. Definitely wasn't the Lifestream.

Which left only one other option. Reno just hoped it was a decent one. Sitting up from his snow pile, he called out to the nearest person he saw, "Hey! Where is here?"

Hot Chocolate

Reno watched the little crew of bar rabbits bustling at work with a fascinated stare. He'd met some talking animal species before, some humanoids who'd professed to be from space, and he'd seen people magically turned into frogs -- but actual little rabbits, "natural" as far as he could tell, working as little baristas? That was new.

"Uh, thanks," he said as one of them offered him a steaming cup of cocoa. The insulated paper cup was warm to his cold hands and he sighed instinctively as he cradled it. Nostalgic flashbacks came to mind of late night stake-outs, cheap coffee, and mountain air.

The rabbit then held up a tray of a variety of colored marshmallows and Reno squinted.
"Is there a difference?" he asked.

The bunny's nose merely twitched as it patiently held the tray.

"Right..." Reno's hand hovered over his choices as he debated.

Poetry in Lights

There was almost a festival sort of feeling hanging in the air here. Red lanterns, bunny baristas, people singing and dancing, sledding and playing in the snow... It was so carefree. Reno mostly kept to the outskirts, observing others. The last festival he'd actually attended had felt more frantic in nature, vibrant and energetic and intense. This was, by comparison, much more peaceful. There was a soothing sort of freedom and a weightlessness that came from the playful cheer and the soothing lantern glow.

How nice for them.

When a black rabbit offered him a sparkler, it seemed only natural to accept it. Why not? It fit the aesthetic as much as anything else did. Absently, he began to twirl it through the air, watching the way the sparks danced and the light trailed behind it. Before he'd even consciously grasped what was happening, he'd written out a phrase.

My other half is gone.

Reno blinked and stared at the unexpected words as they hung in the air before him. Then he chuckled ruefully. "Ain't that the truth."

poetry in lights

[visifrida]

This... girl? young woman? had been sitting on the ground quietly nearby, contemplating the lights and the sparkler in her own hand.

"Is it... really the truth," she says, in a sort of odd, distracted way—maybe because her hand is looping her own sparkler through an elegant, curving path of curled script that spells out—

The world is wrong.

Quincy | Nu: Carnival | Myth

[somnociturn]

💤 HOT CHOCOLATE
[[ooc: will roll for marshmallow color unless you specify!]]

[Quincy isn't really one to drink hot chocolate, but he's really also not the type of guy to reject something offered. It's just too troublesome to explain he doesn't want anything. When asked what marshmallow color he wants he just shakes his head with a shrug. The rabbits seem to take that as a clue to just surprise him. In a stroke of luck (?) two rabbits happen to make the same drink (maybe some kind of miscommunication? Quincy doesn't ask), which leads to Quincy having two paper cups of piping hot chocolate -- decorated nicely with large marshmallows.

He stands there for a moment, motionless as his tired eyes stare at the cups. The moment he feels someone step up next to or behind him, he turns, offering one of the cups.]

Here. I don't need two.

[Please. Take it.]

---

💤 WINTER GAMES
[Quincy isn't that sociable. It's a lot of trouble dealing with people, and he's so used to being on his own in the forest. The wintery atmosphere is definitely different though, so Quincy can be found carving little snow figures out of the easily packable snow.

Despite wanting to keep to himself and avoid the chaos of the snowball fight, Quincy is also not the type to be unprepared. Next to him sits a veritable mountain of pre-made snowballs, almost as if he's made them alongside working on his little snow sculptures. If someone happens by who seems to be in the middle of a fight, he's quick to offer a snowball or two up to them.]

You can have these if you don't throw them here.

---

💤 POETRY IN LIGHTS
[A]
[Quincy is no pushover, but even he wound up getting a little roughed up by the annoyingly aggressive snow mounds. So once he finds his way to the lantern lit area, he stops first at the little kiosk. Instead of letting the rabbits do anything about his injuries, he sets about patching up his wounds himself. He removes the green jacket that is ever present, revealing a large gash across his lower arm. He seems pretty focused on mending it himself, and for the most part doesn't seem to be having much trouble.

But the human body can only bend in certain directions so much and it's the part near his elbow he's having a hard time seeing. He sighs, setting down the bandages to try and peek at the wound. This would be so much easier if he had Topper to help him, but he's been without his little companion since finding himself here.

Perhaps a little help would be nice?]

--
[B]
[Later, Quincy is amongst the crowd of people playing with sparklers. Though he's with the crowd he definitely seems to be off on his own, near the edge as he stares at the sparkler sparking away in his hands. It's almost an afterthought as he idly twirls the sparkler in the air, the word it writes is in a scratchy-scrawly script, tight and small in the air.]



...hm.

[Annoying. But maybe it's not all that untrue. Quincy looks around him for a place to put the sparkler down before he feels compelled to write down anything else this private.]

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[[feel free to hit me with a wildcard of your own! If you have questions or want to plot, please just DM me here.]]

[b]oetry

[slandering]

( oh, kuya's seen people writing things with their sparkly sticks and he's decided he wants no parts of it. it's easier being nosy and seeing what other people are being honest about when they don't want to be. he's seen some very interesting reactions.

what he's not expecting is to see quincy there, playing with a little light sparkly stick. kuya stops in his prowling around to see what word gets written. and... well. that's also unexpected. lonely? he's lonely?! at first, kuya just rolls his eyes. ridiculous, really, for quincy to feel lonely. he's the fool who left the village and stays away from them instead of trying to make things right.

but also — also — how dare he! how d a r e he!!!!

kuya is there, right there, in the forest with him. and always pops up whenever he feels so inclined. and quincy is the one who gets fussy with him being around. it's stupid, really, that he dares to feel lonely while kuya is there.

( nevermind about the little master and all the rest of the annoying little clan. they don't matter. )

he stalks over, coming up behind quincy and peers around one stupid, beefy arm to look at the last vestiges of the word still sparkling in the air in front of the big stupid lout. a soft hum, then, )

How interesting.

Izzy Hands | Our Flag Means Death

[captains_hands]

i. hot chocolate
[he frowns at the selection, not sure what the fuck the marshmallows have to do with anything so he's got one of each color in his cup and is swirling it around] Could use a little bite of something more. [though fucking chocolate was a luxury in an of its fucking self] Don't suppose you know where the liquor is kept?

ii. do you wanna fight a snowman?
[because Izzy does not. And yet here he is doing just that, cutting them apart one after the other like he's been doing for the past twenty minutes.]

Fuck! Off! Aghh! [a snow creature's blade meets his with a wincing crash and he finds himself being driven to his knees] I will melt you. I will gnh turn you to a ngk fucking puddle!

[a little help might be nice or enjoy a competent swordsman at the end of his rope]

iii. Poetry in the sky.
[Izzy is not a strong reader or writer. He can do both, but not well, nor fast, yet there is one word that he keeps spelling over and over and over, teeth gritted and, to be honest he looks pissed at it. It starts with an F and ends with a K and has a whole lot of implications in the two letters between]

i

[pursuitofcappiness]

I think you might have to go into town for that.

[ He looks around. ]

But the rabbits understand you, if you wanna ask. They might not do it, but they do know what you're saying.

Luna Chen | OC | Legend

[noghost]

[ hello i am evergarden slash hopefulrefrain#0183. prose or brackets are fine! ]

Hot Chocolate

Truly when the last place you got whisked off to was some kind of fairy realm, it makes you a little leery of accepting the food. So, she's drinking her hot chocolate without marshmallows whatsoever and looking at it with the eye of a professional skeptic.

"How do their paws even hold things like that. How does that even—"

sing for your life

Hey! Are you good at combat? Well, regardless of whether that's true or not, there's a woman running toward you at a dead sprint.

"Right! Listen. Are you—are you good at, you know, the fighting, because I'm not really a combatant—" She gestures wildly behind her. "I shot it a few times, but it's a bit, you see... medium effective."

poetry in lights

Luna takes a sparkler, sighing, because, well, it's good to be a gracious guest when dealing with these kinds of things... probably? But she might as well draw on her limited experience since she survived to have it.

She swishes it around idly in the air, and doesn't realize until too late that she's formed the words

It was your fault.

"...thanks, I hate it."

poetry in lights

[woenesday]

The pursuit of spoons spurred Wednesday forward into the completely foreign territory that was voluntarily engaging with other people. Each time she saw someone with a sparkler what she actually saw was a free chance to make some spoons. What she didn't expect in this situation was for her to actually mildly relate to the words that had formed from the sparkler.

Not that her facial expression gave any indication that she felt that way. "How was it your fault?" Both her facial expression and her tone were completely and utterly deadpan.