May 2023 Test Drive Meme

[folkie]

May 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.

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🦊 New Star Children meet the Fox still in their worlds, and she brings them into the new realm of Folkmore. As you follow her, your body begins to change and new characteristics emerge. These may stay for a while, or perhaps they will hide away after. And during all of this, the Fox explains to you where you will be going: to Folkmore.

and then... you fall like a shooting star, falling to the land in a burst of starlight.


🦊 Experienced Star Children are already familiar with this time of the month. There are shooting stars all across the sky, and some fall to the land, which means the Fox has brought new arrivals. These newly arrived Star Children will face some tests, but Thirteen wants the more seasoned residents to participate as well.

Perhaps you follow the falling stars on your own, or perhaps the Fox simply teleports you there, but it appears you too will be part of this.

[ Prompt One ★ Prompt Two]

Lookin' For Someone . ★

Content Warnings: mood altering phenomena, the 80s

You find yourself inside a softly lit room with an almost endless table running down the center of it, with chairs on either side. Sultry, synthy music plays in the background. Star Children and Spirits sit in chairs across from one another, speaking to one another and making marks on some sort of scorecard in front of them...

Oh. Yes. You have one too! On the table in front of you is a small rectangular piece of cardstock with a simple grid printed on it. One column reads 'name,' while the next reads 'notes,' and the final column contains a line of smiley faces moving from happy to neutral to frowning. A rating system, clearly. Below the grid a few questions are printed, presumably in case you get stuck for things to talk about. Most of them are standard getting-to-know-you fare, but some of them seem unusual and downright pointed - what are you supposed to make of something like, "have you ever experienced a dancing plague?" or "do androids dream of electric sheep in your world?"

As you puzzle this out (and maybe try to flag down one of the sleek weasels who appear to be waiters here - they're circulating drinks at any rate) the murmured conversations around you are broken by a loud chime. At this, people on one side of the table get up and move. Maybe you're on that side, or maybe you stay put - either way the result is the same: another Star Child sits down across from you.

Time to get to know one another!

The questions on the card can serve as a jumping off point. They are different for everyone, so you're sure to find some interesting things to talk about!

Maybe you're not the friendly type. Well, that's fine... except Thirteen has a way of making people open up. If you stubbornly avoid conversation, you will find that the hideous low-pile carpet of this place is reacting with your feet under the table. You keep getting static shocked! And it's... pleasant. Puts you in a happier, more open mood. Maybe it is even mildly arousing.

Some of you are happy to talk, but are a little economical with the truth. (You're lying. I'm calling you a liar. Liar.) Which you're welcome to do, except that this too has consequences! For every lie you tell, a small, furry creature that coos and purrs appears next to you. Much like lies, they tend to multiply... and they won't stop until you start telling the truth!

It's going to be quite an interesting night for meeting new people.

Now We Got Problems . ★

Content Warnings: violence, body transformation, sexual themes

Chances are you met an awful lot of people in one night, and you can be forgiven for not remembering them all. But one person in particular stands out - every single Star Child at some point in the night will be seated across from a tanned man with bleached teeth and fluffy shoulder-length hair. He wears a denim jacket and an open-throated shirt, and he carries a blood red rose. He believes very passionately in eye contact.

At the end of the evening, this gentleman stands at the head of the overly long table and holds up the hand not holding the rose.

"Star Children! The time has come to render your verdict!"

He points at you and whoever you happen to be sitting across from at the time.

"Fuck, friend, or fight?" he asks.

Gosh, you have to pick?


Fuck.

Choosing this option results in the weasel waiters bringing you and your 'date' a bottle of champagne and a room key. The key is for a room in the conveniently located Love Hotel that makes up the second floor of this establishment, which you can choose to use however you like.

And yes, the bed vibrates.


Friend.

Choosing this option results in the weasel waiters bringing you and your new buddy each a massive slushie and a gift card to the arcade inexplicably located in the basement of this establishment. Not bad! Even better is the fact that if you win at some of the games in the arcade, when you go to cash in your tickets you will be gifted an item each from your homeworlds. These cannot be weapons.


Fight!

Choosing this option results in sudden bisexual lighting drenching you and the other Star Child. Your body tingles and through a process that is either surprisingly pleasant or brutally horrific you both transform into monsters! Maybe you're that sexiest of cryptids the Mothman now, or maybe you're a little bit more 'tentacled eldritch horror.'

Whatever your new form, it's clear what the crowd wants: a monster battle royale! Give the people what they want! You fight until one of you concedes defeat, at which point the winner will be gifted with an item from their homeworld.

...or not. Maybe you've changed your mind for... reasons. It's not to late to pick one of the other options even after you've transformed. No matter what you choose to do, the monster transformation will not wear off for a few hours.


Refuse to choose, this is stupid.

Choosing this option results in the denim-clad host smirking and giving you the stare down. He smirks and touches his rose to his lips. "And what about me?" he asks. "Fuck... or fight?"

That's right - you can sleep with Rose Guy. You can determine what that will do to your dignity.

But should you choose to fight...

"I see," he says with a pouty snarl. "Then prepare yourself!"

With a speed an agility not hinted at, he leaps into the air and throws his rose at you. Be careful - its stem and thorns are razor sharp! And he has more! He pulls them from inside his denim jacket, an endless supply of deadly roses, and throws them at you as he hops around the room like a malevolent grasshopper.

He'll be much easier to take down with a partner! Better hope the Star Child you were talking to can lend a hand. There also seems to be a surprising number of non magical weapons stashed around the room, which you are welcome to take. The overly large table is doing a good job of providing cover for any innocent bystanders who didn't get the hell out of the room once the fight started.

If you defeat Rose Guy, both of you will be gifted with a hot pink trunk inside of which are a few items each from your homeworlds. These can include minor magical items or weapons.

Comments

Questions?

[folkie]

Ask away!

[widowsdance]

For this TDM with regards to the "Now We Got Problems" prompt. Is the intention to set up just one of the scenarios or to set up multiple of them to allow the other players to choose?

Demyx | Kingdom Hearts | Familiar

[melodiouspacifist]

Questions, Questions, Questions

The man on the other side of the table is young, his early twenties and he was dressed all in black, although outside of that he didn't look too gloomy. He had a bright smile, and slightly haunting gold eyes, especially to those in the know.

Demyx rested his chin on the palm of his hand, tilting his head slightly.

His body language was incredibly open, inviting questions and conversation.

It's a ruse. Demyx was more confused than he wanted to let on. He was also not sure he would happen to meet. He hadn't given much thought to the fact he was now sporting a furry tail. Body transformation due to another world was not unusual. Perhaps that would only be something unique to him.

He smiled at the Star Child in front of him and consulted the card.

"So, uh, is a hot dog a sandwich? ...Wait what kind of question is that?"

Demyx was blinking in surprise since he hadn't really read ahead before speaking.

Wildcard

[Grab Demyx for anything! Any thread can definitely end in fuck, friend or fight!]

[freemefrombetrayal]

Yuki is still just... dumbfounded. He's tired. There's so many things that go on in his life already, that getting pulled here by a fox to reach some sort of potential he was already grabbed for back home...

Look, this is a lot. He's sighing when he first gets here. And the fact that the person acrost from him has a furry tail, it's both not surprising and yet still completely weird. Just where has he ended up, now?

But still, that's no excuse to be antisocial. He has better manners than that. He was raised better than that. So he gives genuine thought to the question at hand, tilting his head as he rattles his brain for an answer.

"Well... Considering some of the breads we have, I'd think a hot dog could be a sandwich. Hmmm.... or maybe it's just a filling? Like in the curry bread."

But he's not sure which one it truly could be. He appears to be stuck struggling for a proper answer.

zeke jaeger | attack on titan (with end spoilers) | familiar

[ape]

THE START
[ when you die . . . well, you die. there's peace to an endless suffering in the eyes of zeke jaeger— he just wasn't expecting to see the sky again. he could really revel in it this time. if he, you know! wasn't falling out of it. down to a new earth he goes, but he is 1) dead and also 2) nude.

he was okay if it was just with a squad, but you know— walking around with your ass and junk hanging out in front of regular.....looking..... people..... seemed a little too much.

the afterlife gets ludicrous after, wishing for some clothes and to conceal what he's got, it's fur that begins to cover him up until his arms grow longer, thicker, his legs shorter and his face, um...... yeah he's a fucking orangutan. ]

This— This wasn't what I was expecting.

NOW WE GOT PROBLEMS
[ lets fast forward to where clothes and not being an ape happens. he just hasn't managed to get his hands and feet right so they are just,,,, yeah he has feets. among fuck, fight and friend, it was quite obvious he'd choose friend for the sake of everyone involved. ]

I'm sure we're in agreement here.

[ he's not fucking or fighting anyone. thanks!!!!!! ]

NOW WE GOT PROBLEMS - because bullying

[killjoyprince]

[This was absolutely ridiculous. Naoto hated everything about this. Yet she couldn't leave, the ground itself had trapped her to this table. She was part cat with small claws on her fingertips.

There was so much wrong with this 'speed-dating' situation, she wasn't even where to start. She wasn't interested in wasting her time with such a thing, this man was what? Twice her age. The crude question made her splutter for a moment. One of those was immediately dismissed.

That left fighting or friendship? She nodded, giving a slight smirk.]

Yes, that would be acceptable. [Then she held out a hand.] Naoto Shirogane.

Jeremy Heere | Be More Chill | Legend

[heerequeerandfulloffear]

Lookin' For Someone

[ Jeremy's nervous. He'd be more nervous if he realized the extent to which his body has transformed or a more detailed explanation of why. He has no wings yet, but around his head is a transparent circular halo, more like an ancient painting than a cartoonish floating yellow ring. The ring is transparent with blue circuitry extending out from his head, a CD-like rainbow sheen whenever the circuits catch the light. His eyes, normally a very human shade of blue, are similarly almost neon in their glow.

This is only noticable to Jeremy in the occasional flicker of blue in the corners of his eyes. He has his own reasons for ignoring this.

He did admittedly have a religious moment of his own when he arrived and realized he had a functional Nintendo 3DS. He offers up a shehecheyanu before he is led to what he quickly recognizes as a speed dating table. Not that he's done this before! He's just seen TV!

He's got an excuse to tally up social interactions, too? Well, isn't he pleased as punch.

When someone sits beside him, Jeremy leans over the table to stage-whisper: ]

Hey, is this the Good Place? You gotta tell me if this is the Good Place.

Wildcard

[ Jeremy is 18 and a senior in high school and with enough love interests at the moment, thanks. That doesn't preclude things getting PG-13 steamy... but it does drastically lower the success rate for any character who tries it. ]

[firewalled]

[Rich is a little appalled by this whole situation. He's already been a bit against conversing with people since he realized what exactly his physical changes mean about his apparent morality, since he connected it to that damn fox's rambling about 'potential.'

He hadn't wanted to really chat with anyone here, and had been thinking about remaining a wallflower until he could make an excuse to leave, but then he spots someone familiar. Uncomfortably so, with the neon glow of his eyes. Rich storms over to him, scaled tail twitching behind him as he grips Jeremy's arm maybe a little too tightly.]

Are you kidding me, Heere? How are you, Stan Lee's new superhero Anxiety Lad, being more casual about this than me?

9S | NieR: Automata | Myth

[personaldata]

meeting [A] new friend

[It's an unusal circumstance that he happens to be taken from his world and everything he knows and dumped into a strange room, at a table. It's confusing when people start talking and he blinks behind his blindfold.

He can't connect to his network, there's nothing there, but that's not that surprising. More surprising is a strange modification made to his teeth. He doesn't know what to make of that.

The first person passes and is met with quiet, and then the second.

Finally, this time, he seems to snap to and come around to the third person in front of him.]

Sorry, I was accessing my database. [He couldn't update it for some reason, it was confusing.]

What did you ask me?

now we got pro[B]lems

[The very nature of the question, fuck, friend or fight bewilders 9S. Why would anyone ask it - and more to the point, two out of three would likely have been forbidden.]

I'm not sure I understand the question. Can we leave yet?

[ Sorry, it's a bit of a confusing time, for a multitude of reasons. His information may be incomplete. ]

wild[C]ard

[Grab Nines for anything at all! Any thread is welcome to end in fuck, friend or fight.]

[A]

[heerequeerandfulloffear]

No problem! [ Jeremy's relieved to find out that this stranger wasn't intentionally ignoring him. ]

Yeah, I get the impression we're pretty off the grid except for the bounty we've received from our Nintendo overlords. [ He holds up the 3DS, although he doubts Nines can see it. ]

What were you trying to access?

The Witch King | Original | Myth

[magimonarch]

Lookin’ For Someone

“I want that drink, brought in a blink!”

There’s a surprised chirruping from one of the weasel waiters as a drink on their tray floats off and into the hand of one of the speed daters. The speed dater in question is a tall, green-skinned older man wearing a black trench coat, and sitting with his feet propped up on the table. This is the Witch King- not that he’s introduced himself to you yet- and he is observing the going-ons with a somewhat disgruntled air.

(Mind you, he’s doubtless far from the only one unenthusiastic about being here.)

When some poor sap inevitably winds up sitting across from him, the Witch King at least has the decency to take his feet off the table and sit up a little straighter.

“So!” he says. “You wish to interview the illustrious, terrifying, nefarious Witch King! I can hardly blame you. Although I am most displeased with the short notice.”

He sniffs haughtily and takes a swig of his drink before adding, “I didn’t even have time to put on a suit.”

Now We Got Problems

As the evening goes on the Witch King has gotten a better idea of what is actually happening, which naturally means he’s grown more confused. By the time Rose Guy stands up and starts to do his thing, the Witch King’s expression has gone from grumpy to one of undisguised confusion. He even briefly points to himself in a ‘Who, me?’ sort of way when the Rose Guy points at Witch King and the Star Child across from him.

However, once the Rose Guy asks his question, the Witch King’s expression actually brightens.

“Fight!” the Witch King says immediately. You have maybe a second before the bisexual lighting kicks in to get him to reconsider. Or even just consider at all.

Wildcard Option

ooc: The Witch King does not fuck, just fyi. Other than that, hit me with your ideas if you want to subject your characters to an obnoxious green jerk!

Lookin' For Someone

[heerequeerandfulloffear]

[ Jeremy grins. Once he's settling into how this sort of thing works, assuming it's very low stakes, he can actually enjoy the ride. ]

Nice to meet you! [ he says brightly. ] I'm the illustrious-terrifying-nefarious Jeremy of the distant land of New Jersey. I love your supervillain aesthetic going on here. [ In comparison, Jeremy is a pretty standard human - tall, caucasian, messy brown hair, couple pimples - in a striped shirt and cozy cardigan. He's chewing on his pencil absently. ]

[ This is the first person he's met so far, so he's maybe a little optimistic. ]

Quentin Smith | dead by daylight x nightmare on elm | Legend

[pharmacy]

LOOKING FOR SOMEONE

New, suspicious, and…honestly feeling a little underdressed in the clothes that came with him (clean, but torn and patched and still threadbare in places, but at least clean!), Quentin has already accidentally torn his first question card in half by the time he takes his first seat. He deals his first partner a wobbly smile, the iris of one eye flickering neon blue, then the other. Nervous. Nervous, nervous.

He gestures at the cue card listlessly and just starts to fold and fidget with it as he talks. “Hi. Ah–Quentin Smith. So…are you a wine or beer person?”

For the first couple rounds, he’s stiff when asking or answering question, but he’s not bad company. A little ragged, a lot twitchy, but as he leans over the edge of the table towards his partner, it’s obvious that Quentin is paying attention. He fiddles with his pen, tears and folds his question cards, and eventually starts to smile–to laugh easier.

Within a few rounds of questions, he’s even remembering how much he likes being around people. He likes talking–even likes flirting. Partners a few rounds in will find him looser, easier, and agreeable, pen ticking more methodically than frantically against the table. “Hey–I’m Quentin. Okay, so–what do you do to relax? Do you have a hobby or something?” Have you been in Folkmore for a little while? “What do you do here? What do I need to make sure I do?”

His hands never stop moving, always toying with something. Mostly it’s the accessories he’s been given, but hey–if there’s a connection, or if you’re leaned over the table, he might start to toy and fiddle with your fingers. His eyes move too–person to door to next person to you–but they lock in when the conversation is good or serious. The bright blue glow in them intensifies when his concentration does. For all that he’s antsy, for a few minutes Quentin Smith might make you feel like the only person in the world–at least until the chime sounds.

NOW WE GOT PROBLEMS

When the Rose Guy gives him and his partner the decision, the curious, attentive glow about him fades in to a grimace. He wets his mouth, jaw hanging slightly ajar as he glances to his partner. “Really, man? Isn’t that a little…”

Stupid? Tasteless? His brow bends deep as he looks at his frayed notecard. What might the notes look like for you?

(( OOC: I’m not opposed to taking any of the Rose Guy routes! Just give me a sense of what their chat might have been like and how your chara would vote! Feel free to PM me for plotting, or just wildcard me with something, I’m pretty down to clown. :) Happy to match formats, cws can be found in info but are EASILY avoided in this scenario (｡･∀･)ﾉﾞ ))

Looking for Someone

[subject_013]

He might find himself sitting across from a gent who looks alarmingly like the Mastermind, if the Mastermind rifled one through a chest in Vigo's workshop and found a suit of clothes, albeit topped with his usual leather duster.

"Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Smith, or shall I address you as Quentin? I'm Dr. Adrian Winters," the other replies, bowing his head slightly, clearly not recognizing Quentin. "But, to answer the question, which it seems our host has thrust upon us, I suppose I'm primarily a wine drinker, though I wouldn't turn down a glass of beer if offered. And if I might step outside the bounds of the question: I developed a taste for moonshine while I was working in the American Midwest," he adds, with a dry hint of humor.

Iliya Valkanov | Original | Legend | OTA

[vvitchy]

[ooc: I'll also match prose if you prefer! <3]

i. Arrival

[Iliya didn't yet get up from where he'd landed. He wasn't sure his legs would support him so soon after what he'd just been through. The ground wasn't so uncomfortable, in the grand scheme of things, anyway.

When he finally pushed himself up on his elbows to look around, it became apparent that he had a halo. It wasn't much like a traditional halo and was instead comprised of white feathers. He hadn't noticed it yet since it wasn't touching his hair.]

No one is ever going to believe this.

[Assuming he got home at some point, no one there would ever believe him if he told them he'd been whisked away by a fox girl and been turned into a shooting star for a few minutes. He wouldn't believe it himself.]

ii. Looking For Someone

[He'd only sort of dated once in his life so far, but he was only eighteen so- he had plenty of time. The point was, he had no idea how speed dating was supposed to work. How were you supposed to decide you wanted to date someone in like, five minutes?

He still had his feather halo and he looked bewildered as the chime sounded and everyone got up and moved. He stayed where he was and gave the Star Child who sat down across from him an equally bewildered look.]

Hey? I thought people only did this kind of shit in movies or those old television shows.

[From like, the seventies or eighties or something. way before his time. He picked up the card in front of him and arched an eyebrow.]

'If you had to fight any historical figure, who would it be?' What the hell kind of question is that?

[He put the card back down, leaning forward a little and resting his elbows on the table.

It might have been a seemingly dumb question, but now he was thinking about it.]

Hey, wasn't Abe Lincoln a boxer or something?

iii. Now We Got Problems [a]

[Iliya looked a bit like a deer caught in headlights when the question was posed. He hadn't been aware he'd have to make a decision like that. He glanced over at the Star Child across from him, sizing them up. He definitely wasn't going to have sex with someone he'd just met and he didn't feel like throwing a punch right now, which left him with-]

Friend?

[He sounded a little unsure about it, but he wasn't going to change his mind.]

iv. Now We Got Problems [b]

Nope, I'm not doing this.

[He held his hands up, palms out, to indicate how done he was. And then the guy committing what Iliya was pretty sure were fashion crimes for his outfit asked fuck or fight. Iliya burst out laughing and he didn't care if it was rude, this whole thing was just so absurd.]

I am so not fucking you, dude.

[And that was that. The next thing he knew, there was a rose embedded in the tabletop where his hand had been just a second before.]

Holy shit.

[Shoving his chair back with such force that it toppled over, he ducked under the table, crouching down where it was at least relatively safe. But that didn't do a damn thing to stop the dude throwing roses everywhere.]

Hey, do you have any ideas?

[It was directed at any Star Child he'd seen nearby before taking cover under the table. He hadn't woken up today thinking he was going to end up fighting a crazed florist.]

Now We Got Problems (B)

[magimonarch]

[Even though he isn’t the primary target of Rose Guy’s ire, the Witch King has also wound up taking cover from one of the flowery projectiles, albeit by crouching on the floor and holding up a chair. When Iliya makes the mistake of addressing him, the Witch King puffs out his chest and tosses the chair away.]

Do I have any ideas!

[He glances wildly about, then spots the rose embedded in the tabletop that nearly got embedded in Iliya’s hand. Perfect! The Witch King points at it:]

From this rose of sharpened thorn,
Let a monster now be born!

[True to the spell, the rose rapidly begins to grow in size, sprouting several thorny vines that stretch and writhe and grab chairs and unfortunate weasel waiters at random. It also roars. Somehow.

This is… Probably not a significant improvement, since the rose monster is just throwing chairs and lashing thorny vines around indiscriminately. But at least some of the rose monster’s attacks are in the general vicinity of the Rose Guy? The Witch King grins at Iliya.]

There! Isn’t this much more exciting?

Cal Kestis | Star Wars Jedi: Survivor | Legend

[unapprovedtrash]

Lookin

Cal's life has been a whirlwind lately. His life has ALWAYS been a whirlwind to be honest, so maybe it's more accurate to say it's just been.. whirlwindier then usual? Tornado like perhaps? Nah that's too extreme. Whirlwindier it is. Totally a word. He's thinking it so that makes it one.

Is there a better description then getting whisked away to some other world and then getting furtherly whisked off into some weird... speed dating? thing? It's speed dating isn't it? Seems like it. Not that he has much experience with that being a Jedi and all with the whole no attachments no love no... well to be fair he has recently decided those rules are DUMB but this doesn't make him an instant expert in this stuff.

(There's also the whole bit where he apparently has wings similar to the Shyyyo bird now and while that's cool and might negate his desperate desire to be a jetpack owner it's slightly disconcerting and he's also almost knocked a waiter over at least ONCE so far)

He smiles lopsidedly at the Star Child across from him. He's still got a bit of a baby face despite the red stubble on his chin.

"This whole thing. Bit awkward huh?" his gaze flicks down and he looks at his card, flips it over, and then flips it back, he's been fiddling and playing with it since he found himself here, like his hands need to be occupied.

"Name's Cal by the by. SO," he eyes the card again and shrugs and selects a question from it, "Got any hidden talents?"

Might as well give it a try.

Prooooblems

Press (A) to skip the Small Talk cutscene.

"Well this has been an enlightening discussion," Cal spins his pen in his hand and over his knuckles in a way that seems like it should be at least a little impossible as he eyes the notes scribbled on his card, "After this do you wanna-"

And then he's rudely interrupted by Rose Guy

"-huh?" he looks a little bewildered by the sudden declaration and glances at the Star Child he's with for their response.

(( ooc: open to any of the 'options' but due to extreme emotional constipation he's only begun to overcome the Fuck option I'd just want to have prior discussion over/it might need mood alteration. If you want to talk about anything with me at all not just that, feel free to DM me here, discord me at sharkteethies#8706 or hit me at plurk under candlecane. ))

Lookin'

[heypartner]

There are a lot of Trials that Cobb cannot stand. Usually they're the ones that rip open old wounds and make him face his past. This one... he doesn't exactly hate it. In general, he likes people but getting whisked around from table to table is a pain in the ass. And the short timespan makes it hard for him to have a real conversation.

He regards the incredibly young man who's sat across from him and feels very old for a moment. That's another thing, lots of young folks at this Trial. Cobb might be one of the oldest in the room.

"Cobb Vanth," he says in his distinctive Tatooine drawl. He has the horns of a krayt dragon on his temples going along the side of his head and a few short spikes hidden in his beard.

"Folks around here seem real surprised I make wind-chimes and sun-catchers from scrap." It's the nicest hidden talent he can think of. The rest of his skill are decidedly more... aggressive. "I can probably make just about anythin' from junk if given enough time and the right parts."

He shrugs, left shoulder rising higher than the right.

Natasha Romanoff | Marvel Comics | Familiar

[widowsdance]

1. Lookin' For Someone

Natasha scoops a drink off the weasel waiter as it's offered, she's going to need it. People, while she was good at reading and interacting with for work reasons were not exactly her favorite thing, so drinks were always preferred.

Thank god she'd been wearing something practical at the time she was transported here and not the work jumpsuit she thought. The blush tank top and grey washed jeans with holes were a much more comfortable solution for whatever form of speed... dating? Friending? Whatever this was then having to explain the jump suit every time a new person arrived.

She makes another note on her score card as the next person moves over and glances up at them, taking in whatever she can about their appearance.

"Screw the boring questions, if you could only watch one movie ever again what would it be?" she asks tilting her head to the side. She brings her chin to her hand and rests it there as she waits intently for an answer.

2. Now We Got Problems

This had all been going well enough, sure some of the people had boring answers but there had been some genuinely interesting people from all over who she'd genuinely enjoyed learning about during that time.

Until the interruption from Rose Guy. She glances at her current conversation partner as if to look for an answer.

"Uh... what were you thinking?"

[[ooc: open to any of the choices for problems!]]

1

[ironypoisoned]

Tony settles down next to her with an easy smirk. "When you've got a toddler, that's basically your life already. So I will pick my average Saturday morning and say Wall-E."

And then of course, it's Tony, so when he has the opportunity to ask a question, it's... "Haven't seen you in regular pants in I dunno how long. What's the occasion, Nat?" Hey, at least the question's not boring.

Razor | Genshin Impact | Legend

[iamawolf]

1. A wolf arrives. -

[ He sits crouched, waiting, stalking in the tall grass. One wolf on either side of him in the distance, each hiding behind their own landmark, a tree, a bush. Following one of the delicious boars along the mountain trails. The pack is active. The hunt is on.

Creeping, stalking, silent steps from all as they near their prey. There's a moment of silence, a strange smell blows through the air in a breeze as a fox appears in his vision before him. Bold and compelling. This fox does not smell like fox. Razor follows, leaving Razor behind. Time flies, seasons whirl, strange and new scents, some familiar, some old across desert and mountain, lake, and plains. Feathers ruffle briefly. He has no form. He has a form with wings. He sheds light. And then all returns to normal. In all forms except physical He is a wolf.

A new star arrives.

He arrives in perhaps the most unlucky of places... Wintermute. There's a flash of light in the snowy dense forests just outside the town. The calmness of his journey fades as soon as the fox leaves. And a mysterious figure can be seen prowling through the snow at the edge of houses and pathways. ]

Fangs taken... Claws taken... Like cold mountain.

[ Or perhaps you catch sight of him curled up in the distance, clutching himself and shivering, trying to warm up before he hunts for food once more. Or standing at the edge of a hill, cliff, or treeline, watching you. ]

2. Sniffing for Someone -

[ His eyes widen, briefly wondering how he arrived. Razor refuses to sit, he wanders along the table, pressed as close to the wall as he can while music plays. ]

So many people... like festival...

[ Thought to himself, he hesitates, eying up the strangely animalistic waitors. Long hunters make for bad food, this he knows. They're too fast, and usually too small to be worth it. But these long creatures are big... Like people. He can't eat them, can he? Hmm... Every so often a small electric jolt shoots down his body, shuddering, and then letting out a small huff. It keeps happening... But that anxiousness without friends near people fades. Maybe... Just maybe. He takes a seat, picks up the card in front of him, and sniffs it. It smells of fresh thick cardstock. He stares at it, and as someone takes the seat in front of him, he stares at them.

He cannot read the cards... ]

3. FMK- no, FFF! -

[ The wolf-like man's eyes blink, red peering back to you. Then the waitor... Then you again. Confused. He knows fight, he knows friend. Fuck he's only heard used as a curse of frustration. Are they meant to be frustrated?

Those with a keen eye may have spotted that he perks up quite a bit at the words friend. But his attention eventually turns to the Starchild across from him, head tilting. ]

What... We pick?

[[ Feel free to start a little before the waiter arrives for this one! if you want some conversation in first without choosing prompt 2. ]]

(( Want a wildcard? Feel free to make up a different intro! You can message this account, plot with me on plurk hantale or ask me for my discord depending on your preferences! Happy to make something else up or plan other things. ))

1 wolf arrives

[shadowsincryo]

[A dark blue owl with patterns of wind whorls on his feathers watches Razor back from the edge of a roof. The bird takes flight and settles on the ground.

It reshapes into the Kaeya Alberich Mondstadt knows. Yet, he is half wolf. The fur of his ears and tail look wind blown, the same pattern in the fur. His tail is long enough to brush the back of his knees. Claws at the end of his fingers and when he grins his teeth are that of the wolf he has become half of. He walks sedately over to him and the earring jangles as his left ear flicks.]

As observant as ever. Do you remember who brought you here?

Lorne Pruitt | Original Marvel/X-Men | Myth

[unfriendly_fire]

(1) - Lookin' For Someone

[If Lorne didn't know any better, he might have suspected that he'd died and gone to Hell. It would at least explain some of these new demonic features, like the horns and claws. And also, apparently now there's speed dating.

But he never believed in an afterlife, and there's no way he'd allow himself to just die so suddenly. Whatever this is, he figures he might as well just go along with it. It's not like there's anything worth returning to back home, anyway. Maybe here, people would be more appreciative of him and his talents. Maybe he finally could really make something of himself.

As he takes his seat at the table, Lorne actually doesn't look much like he's looking for anyone at all. Instead, it's more like he's trying to draw attention and entice someone to come to him. He doesn't pay much attention to his question cards, either. He just sits there with his drink, trying maybe a little too hard to look aloof while he checks his reflection in his communications device.]

(2) - Wildcard / open prompt! ((Open to anything!))

1 - Enter: a wolf.

[iamawolf]

[ The call for changing seats comes, and with a rush of movement, Razor picks the most open, friendly-looking person and sits across from him, a sortof innocent smile that hints that he doesn't really understand what's happening. His clothes look like they've seen 20 years in the wilderness and his long silvery hair looks incredibly fluffy, hanging down almost to the ground once he's seated. He speaks with the pace of someone who really needs to concentrate on his words. ]

I am... Razor! Who are you? Smell strange, not from here.

[ He's been shocked a few times, it seems, just to 'encourage' him to talk instead of listen. ]

Naoto Shirogane | Persona 4 | familiar

[killjoyprince]

Arrival
[Senpai had left, he'd boarded his train and gradually the group has split up. Naoto had been walking to the bus stop when she'd seen the fox. For a moment she'd thought it was the one that resided in the shrine. But something had drew her in, making her follow along even as the world around her started to blur.

...Well, curiosity killed the cat. At least her newly-grown cat ears weren't strange here on the streets of Epiphany.

The long tail was probably more attention-grabbing as it absently swished from side to side.]

Looking for problems
[What had her life become?

Seriously, how had she been cajoled in this place? She sat there sighing and pulling the brim of her hat down further as she examined the cards.]

'What kind of student were you?' [Just the deepest, most longer suffering sigh.] I fail to see the point of this, I am a student and yet the organizers of this event won't allow me to leave.

[Something about needing to stay till the end.]


Wildcard
[Let me know if there's anything else you want to play out. Naoto is still dressed in masculine clothes. Also she's 17 so no smut, but I'm fine with awkwardness because I like to bully everyone I play.]

Looking for someone (Does Naoto present as male when in masc clothes?)

[heerequeerandfulloffear]

I don't know if school is our biggest issue right now. I, for one, don't mind missing out on homework. Why in such a hurry to get back?

[ Jeremy looks through the card. ]

If you don't mind me asking, I mean. I'm Jeremy Heere. Nice to meet you.

annie leonhart | attack on titan | myth (spoilers for season one? idk do people care)

[dishardened]

I - Cruel Arrival

[ Annie assembles from stardust in the desert of Cruel Summer. Unlucky? She doesn't really think of it that way. The flat horizon spanning all around her encapsulates the essence of potential, of opportunity. Whatever awaits can't be crueler than the life she just escaped.

Adventurous types can find her navigating the desert in her fourteen-meter-tall titan form. She can't speak while transformed, but she will approach your character with blatant curiosity. There's no threat of unprovoked violence, but it might be kind of nerve-wracking to have a giant looming over them, giving them a silent inspection. Or, in another instance, she can heard before she's properly seen; even in the sand, her footsteps are loud. That or your character has caught sight of a good-sized monster soaring through the clear sky—one that she just kicked and sent flying.

For a more conventional meeting, Annie can be found utilizing the Selkie river. Lugging that huge body across the desert is a tiring and sweaty ordeal, so she decides to strip to her plain underthings and take a dip. Her figure is a compact knot of lean muscle. If your character is hanging around in the vicinity, she'll swim over and gesture towards one of the selkies. ]

What are they?

II - Always Lookin' Down

[ Your character has taken a seat across from Annie. Lucky! She looks kind of coldly apathetic, but maybe that's just her face? On several levels, this is a new and strange experience for her. She's willing to play along, though. Maybe it's stupid and pointless, but that's the way she feels about most things.

To start things, she lightly clears her throat, then refers to one of the top suggested questions: ]

"Describe your ideal sex life." Huh. [ She blinks, then glares across the table. ] You first.

III - Kiss From A Rose

[ Who is this man? This joker? Annie was mostly OK with just getting to know random people, but this Rose Guy definitely rubs her the wrong way. After giving her partner a brief glance across the table, she focuses back on him. ]

Should we take him out?

[ Her voice is totally deadpan... so, is she serious? Mostly, yes. "Take him out" was a deliberate choice of words, because the actual level of violence is open to some interpretation. Still, she's willing to defer here, hence we she asked. ]

II; i thought about picking the fighting one but this was funnier and i'm terrible, ALSO HELLO

[dreamsofwings]

[ Like other Star Children, Eren just sort of wound up here. Thanks, Thirteen! Just what he needs. Just what everyone needs, right, to be faced with someone like him in some weird pseudo-dating questions game that he won't understand and might refuse to play.

Or, you know…worse. Thirteen's sense of humour could set him across the table from someone else who could level a building in five seconds. Nothing could possibly go sideways about this.

He slides into the chair just a moment before recognition sets in. Then he just…stares at her. He has one hand, the one holding the card with the questions, on the table in plain sight.

The other reflexively clenches into a fist on his lap. He stopped cutting his nails short a long time ago, in case he needed to bleed quickly. Just in case. (For a fun time, though, Thirteen has a habit of completely nerfing titan powers. 50/50 chance of that being the case here, but Eren knows better than to take any chances whatsoever.) ]

Annie.

[ He has the same thought he always does at times like this, where he suddenly wonders when is this and then when is she. What does she know? Though with Annie, it might not matter, since they were never really friends to begin with. They were always enemies. He just made it worse. Though when he's from, he doesn't think she's even awake. He's fuzzy on the order of events sometimes.

Before he can spin further out into some weird shit in his head, the question she read off her card hits him like a truck.

Describe what? ]

Absolutely not.

[ Did he think because he can use some lightning powers here that he's immune to static shocks? He's about to learn otherwise. At least it's another stop gap way of toning down his knee-jerk threat of violence. ]

Sharon Da Silva | Silent Hill (Deer Country CRAU) | Familiar

[fogsong]

▌ ▌ ▌ I. Lookin' For Someone
I.A

[ This isn't Sharon's first time being magically pulled into a very strange, very unwanted round of speed dating, although this time there's a lot more strangers and she's even less comfortable with this than Trench's electric shock version of the dating game.

To the average observer, it's clear she is not having a good time, her red lips twisted in a scowl, but someone with better observational skills might pick up on the tension in her shoulders and lining her jaw; the way her leg bounces under the table and how she's got a drink in front of her but hasn't touched it; how she watches the waiters and strangers on either side of her. She's wary and uncertain and uncomfortable.

After her first few attempts at ignoring anyone across from her (fuck you, she's not playing), the little static shocks get to her and she quickly realizes that it's play or be forced into a mood in which she's willing to play. When the next person sits in front of her, she gives them a quick look over as she bounces her card against the table and asks in the flattest of tones: ] Salty or sweet?

[ Sorry, not sorry. She's the kind of young woman who doesn't like to be forced into these kinds of situations and fuck you. ]

I.B

[ It's after much people-watching that Sharon realizes the drinks are just drinks with no magical influence and she finally starts to sip at her glass. It's not mushroom wine or mushroom beer and it's sweet and fruity and oddly enough it puts something of a smile on her face.

The moment she realizes it's there, though, she's quick to stamp it out and replace it with her now usual pinched look of annoyance. The look she shoots to her partner across from her is very You didn't see anything. ]

Do you have any idea how fucking long this is supposed to last? [ A little huffy, a touch demanding, but it's a question! This counts! ]

▌ ▌ ▌ II. Now We Got Problems

II.A

[ Sharon only gives the Rose Guy the briefest of glances when he starts his announcement, rolling her eyes to the person across from her regardless of how the conversation might have gone (it's safe to assume she was a little cold, a little bitchy, and a lot sarcastic, sorry). She doesn't even realize he's pointed them out until someone catches her attention.

She blinks wildly. Fuck, friend, or fight? She lets out a sharp bark of laughter, standing up very suddenly from her seat, cheeks flushed an odd blue-red. ] This is fucking stupid.

II.B

[ Sharon will never choose fuck regardless of how bothered some of those static shocks got her. Nor will she choose fight, not against her partner. She's still trying to find her footing in this world and doesn't have any of her weapons.

But friend? She'll choose friend even if she makes certain her partner knows, as soon as the slushies and gift card are delivered and they're on their way that: ] This doesn't make us friends.

II.C

[ Or maybe Sharon refuses to choose any of the options provided, gives Rose Guy a once over and promptly tells him: ] Go fuck yourself. [ And when he offers two options, fuck or fight, she instantly chooses fight, no thought required. The moment he tosses one of his roses, she turns it to ash in the air before she gives her partner a quick look and asks: ] Wanna help?

▌ ▌ ▌ III. WILDCARD

[ WILL MATCH FORMAT!

If you've got another idea, feel free to just toss it here. If you'd like to plot something out, you can PM here or throw me a PP at lobselvith! ]

ii.a

[untitledshuos]

Jedao eyes the rose guy and holds up a finger. It's taken for the symbol of give me a minute and not Shuos sign language, so he stands up and gets between said guy and the frustrated young woman.

"Stupid, sure," Jedao agrees, "but it's a game. Getting mad at him's like getting mad at an NPC. Not gonna do anything. Games, however, can be won. That's the way forward."

He motions around them. "Unless you want to stay here forever."

owen | mahoutsukai no yakusoku | myth

[sicklysweet]

lookin’ a;
[Well, this is novel. Having people rotate through the room, grilling strangers with odd questions? Owen’s never seen anything like it before, but he’s entertained enough by the idea to play along.

Whether or not that’s a good thing remains to be seen.

If you’re sitting across from him, you’ll find the man sitting with his ankles crossed daintily, relaxing in the chair with a sweet - perhaps too sweet - smile that doesn’t reach his eyes on his face. The card with question prompts is abandoned on the table. Those aren’t interesting questions. They’re boring. Owen’s not interested.

But don’t worry! (Maybe worry a little bit.) He has his own question in mind.]

What’s the worst thing about you? What makes you hate yourself the most?

[His voice is soft and airy, and his smile doesn’t fade at all as he sits and waits for a reaction.]

lookin’ b;
[Or maybe you managed to avoid that, and Owen is the one taking a seat at your table. He makes himself comfortable, leaning forward to prop his elbow against the table and rest his chin on his hand, and he still seems incredibly entertained by this whole thing.]

Well?

[A gentle(?) prompting, because Owen can’t have all the fun with invasive questions. He’s being so gracious and allowing you to ask first! He hasn’t been bothered by tribbles, yet, so clearly you can trust whatever he’s going to say will be truthful.]

a problem (on purpose);
[Oh, so they’re supposed to rank each other? Fascinating. He hopes this event delves into chaos, because he just wants to see bloodshed.

He also doesn’t want to play along, though. What do these people take him for? It’s not like he needs friends or to waste his time. That means there’s only two options: fight one of these other “Star Children”, or fight the organizer. Either is sure to be a better time than holding hands and skipping off as friends.

He’ll at least allow his potential opponent the chance to decide, instead of just attacking mindlessly like some other wizards he knows.]

Me or him? You don’t have much time to decide.

[Without actually specifying what he means at all.]

wildcard;
[Anything goes, et cetera, et cetera. If you wanna fight and wanna hash things out, feel free to hit me up by PMing this journal or hit me up at revelries!]

lookin' b but only with one eye

[himbosupreme]

[Well this is sure an oppurtunity that Cain didn't know he'd get or was sure he wanted. Since he was resigned to at least have to pretend to look at everyone else until they shook his hand, imagine his suprise when the one person he COULD see showed up.

It's probably for the best no one's gotten him....yet.]

Well.

[Did Owen do this on purpose? Well, he wasn't going to let this opportunity go then because maybe the odd magic of this place could actually make him open up.]

How are you doing so far, then. Everything okay?

Dave Strider | Homestuck | Legend

[timeriffs]

01. Lookin' For Someone

[Dave has no idea where he is, or why he is there — well, that's kind of a lie, he spoke to the fox like he assumes everyone else has, but the answers weren't in-depth enough to truly tell him the full story. Outwardly, he's remaining composed, not willing to show any "weakness" to people he doesn't know, but inside he's roiling with fear of being alone again (at least he knows technically Karkat isn't alone back home) and the distaste of being labeled a "legend". It reeks of the universe trying to force him to look the idea of a hero in the abstract face again. He even as a gear-shaped halo hovering over his head — and here he had thought godhood pajamas were cheesy enough. Why had he even followed the fox in the first place...?

He sits in his seat, slouched in it like a real cool kid. He's in his actual pyjamas, which are a pair of flannel pants and a white tank, but he also has a pair of aviators on, hiding his eyes. There's already a couple fluff ball creatures hanging out around him, one sitting purring but unacknowledged by him in his lap. His face is stoic and placid, and whenever someone sits across from him he does an up-nod as a greeting.]

S'up.

[Wow, sooo cool. He taps his pen on top of the scorecard that he already has a couple columns written in, but in the "Name" sections he has been writing things like "elfin chandler bing" or "damn i think she left her oven on back home or something". What fun, vaguely asshole thing might he write about you? Only one way to find out. He sits and watches, waiting for you to make the first move.]


02. Now We Got Problems

[The current round of this pseudo-speed dating is interrupted by Captain Mullet: The 80s Master standing up and asking the lamest fucking question Dave has heard in awhile. Fuck, friend or fight? He rolls his eyes so hard the person across the table from him would be able to know that's exactly what he did despite his shades. He pops his pen one last time on the scorecard, closing it, and looks at you somberly.]

Wow, this has been such an enlightening experiment in speed running complex human relationships like a lonely 16 year old with his big brother's copy of Mario 64 in the basement. With all this information we learned about each other in the past 20.6 seconds, I super hope I'm not being too forward when I say: Friends?

[In case it's not obvious, he doesn't seem that eager to actually become BFFs any time soon, but it's not you, it's the stupid premise of speed "dating", promise. Your answer might be completely different and you'll both have to contend with those consequences as a result, or if it matches maybe a swell time playing skeeball can happen...]


03. Wildcard and OOC

[If you want a custom starter LMK and I can write one, or you can throw one out at me, I roll with things pretty easily. If you want to discuss anything you can PM me or hmu at mundofine. I know there was a Dave in game previously, and it's okay to reference that with this Dave. He's used to other Daves. Again, if anything needs to be hased out, contact me.

Please pardon me if I'm slow or word choices are a bit odd, just coming off a bout of Covid. Brain fog is real.]

lookin' for someone.

[theomachy]

[ in slacks and a button-down with the sleeves rolled up, erwin looks kind of like someone's 'cool' professor at community college. he also has a halo, but he has no commentary about it. he smiles slightly at the younger man even though he's inwardly mildly irritated with the whole thing because once again, something strange is interrupting daily life. it's not this guy's fault.

that said, at least it seems mostly harmless.

anyway, he's happy enough to take conversation point. ]

Unfortunately, a lot of hubbub with this going on.

[ thankfully erwin has been around long enough and spoken to enough 'modern' people that he knows what 'sup' means as slang because otherwise this conversation would end up a lot weirder.

as it is, his notepad is neat and tidy, with tight script and notes and 'proper' names, aka what people told him.

a beat passes. he doesn't ask a question. ]

It's not always like this here. That's not to say that nothing strange ever happens, but it's not always this particular exercise.

karkat vantas. homestuck. familiar.

[hemoanon]

LOOKIN' FOR SOMEONE.

[ karkat has no fucking idea why he agreed to any of this. it seemed like a good idea at the time, in the way things that you're being manipulated into doing seem like a good idea, and in retrospect he's really pissed off about it.

he wonders, vaguely, if he's alone here. probably, but it's also probably for the best. the fact that there're stripes of white going through his hair between and on either side of his horns now isn't lost to him, but he's not quite knowledgeable enough with old earth animals to figure out what the fuck it's supposed to mean based on the other people around with animal features. at least he figures it's animal features since his horns are completely unchanged and he doesn't have, gog fucking forbid, a halo.

whatever.

he's sitting at a stupid table with stupid short-term 'dates' and he's only heard a description of this shit once from roxy and he's pretty sure she didn't know what she was talking about either, so: ]

I'm not interested.

[ his voice is loud and a little rough at the edge of it, but you're both stuck here and he just has a scorecard in front of him with nothing written on it but there are vigorous scribbles.

finally, finally, he heaves a bereaved sigh after yet another static shock (it's been working, is the thing, you do not want to know how bad his mood was earlier) and adds: ]

What's your name?

NOW WE GOT PROBLEMS.

[ oh no, this is so stupid. ]

What the fuck?

[ that's all he says at first, completely nonplussed by the dude in front of everyone in hideous clothing and an awful tan.

and now they have to make a choice.

he looks at the person across from him and visibly grimaces, grey skin a little more ashen than it was a moment ago. he's oddly intense about this.

but: ]

Friend.

[ it doesn't matter how well or horribly the conversation previous to this was going, that's his answer, full stop. ]

MISC.

[ throw me anything you want really, i'm pretty easy, or if you have an idea you'd like me to pop a starter up for, lmk! pm or tacce both work great. i'm fresh off a case of covid so if anything looks funky just prod me a little to clarify! ]

lookin'

[dishardened]

[ Annie shrugs at his initial deceleration. It's definitely not her job to encourage participation. If he wants to be cranky about it, who cares? But with nothing better to do, she does look him over in silence. Horns, stripes, weird gray skin tone. Most of the odd creatures she's run into here are much less grotesque than the average titan, so Annie has acclimated pretty well to the sight of them.

When Karkat decides to capitulate, it surprises her a bit. She blinks, but then holds his eye. ]

Annie. [ A pause. Should she include the surname of her terrible adoptive father? Why not. ] Leonhart.

Is this really that hard for you?

[ Her voice is sort of accusatory, sort of skeptical, but mostly flat. She isn't going to be the one to improve his mood, probably. Because that's also not her job. ]

Ysayle Dangoulain | Final Fantasy XIV | Myth?

[glassdance]

I. Lookin' For Someone

[ Ysayle had known not what to expect from the choices she had made in that final hour, yet never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined her arrival in this strange place. A look of bewilderment crossed her face as she held tight to the cardstock she had found in her hands and made attempts to take the venue in. Bewilderment turned into a glimpse of a smile as she spotted the weasels, though she thankfully was able to contain her admiration for their adorableness. Instead, she simply watched them intently from a distance.

Well, stared at them would probably be much more of an accurate way to describe what she did. She was clearly enraptured by the creatures. It might also be apparent that she wished to approach and yet for reasons unknown did not. Eventually, she found herself sitting down at a table, still more interested in the waiters than the other Star Children around. Had one not found themselves taking a seat at her table she might have ignored them altogether.

Yet, it would be rude to completely ignore them. So, with hesitation, she glances at the card and then looks at the Star Child across from her. ]

The custom is to read from these then, is it? [ She shakes her head as she glances at her question. ]

It reads 'What are your green flags in a relationship? Red flags?' [ Her eyebrows furrow slightly, the only clue she gives that she might not completely understand the meaning behind the question. Perhaps the Star Child's answer will give her enough clues to fill it in herself. ]

II.Now We Got Problems

This cannot truly be a question I must answer. [ And yet, she knows it truly must be. Previous experience had shown her ever so gently that saying nothing here most assuredly would not be a solution. ]

Violence only continues the cycle, I would not see that be so here. [ So, fight was certainly out. Which left only one option that she was willing to acknowledge: ]

Friend then, I suppose...? [ There's a question in the tone of her voice. This is all...odd. Which is saying something after having spent time around the moogles. ]

Option I and probably apologies in advance for this dumpster fire man lol

[unfriendly_fire]

[After suffering from boredom (and honestly from a few shocks here and there), Lorne has abandoned his "let them come to me" strategy and is finally out and about to try and make some sort of effort here.

He sits across from Ysayle with a charming smile, hoping to make a good impression, but these darn questions... His smile starts to fade a bit as he tries to hide his annoyance at the topic being discussed.]

Honestly I don't really do relationships. It's just about having fun, you know? So I guess if I had to answer, a red flag would be anyone looking for something serious. And a green flag would be an attractive person who's also attracted to me. Bonus points if they're rich. If money is involved, I'm really not too picky at all.

[Yeah that answer would probably be on most people's "red flag" list, along with his shameless, cocky attitude.]

Skwisgaar Skwigelf | Metalocalypse | Myth

[fastest_fingers]

I. Lookin For Someone

[As he arrived to Folkmore, Skwisgaar's Myth form appeared to be not all that different to how he appears on stage. His eyes are dark, with shadows playing over his face in such a way that makes his features look like a skull, and small bone-like spikes emerge from his shoulders and a short ways up his forearms.

But as he attends this strange "meet and greet" event, he mostly appears in his usual human form, looking mildly disinterested and not entirely aware of what is happening. Whatever explanation the fox had given him, he was pretty drunk at the time and just assumes he imagined the whole thing. Clearly, he must be at some sort of weird fan event, right?]

Why am I the only ones what has to meet with the fans? I don't remembers agreeings to this.

[Something's a little weird, though. Where IS the rest of the band? And where's Offdensen, and all the security?]

II. Now We Got Problems

[Depends who he's talking to! If Skwisgaar happens to be sitting across from a lady, chances he'll be trying to sleep with her. But for the most part it can be wildcard/anything goes!]

Sorbet Shark | Cookie Run: Kingdom | Familiar

[mershark]

1. Arrival -

[ Every day is a curious day for a shark in the great wide ocean. Roaming, exploring, watching the durian pirates having parties and the sailors stoically standing on their ships. He's about to leap into the row-boat of a pirate ship and attempt to join the crew when something even more curious happens!

A fox. Shining orange and fluffy. Out there on calm waters with a curious breeze.

Now, he's never seen a fox before. But it's definitely not a fish, and definitely not a fruit or a dessert... How strange. He feels like he should follow it.

Through the water, through the land. Time fades away, the landscape shifts, he watches a version of himself left behind, sorbet form shifting into something more... flesh, alive in a stranger sense. There's a long explanation, something about being a familiar. He nods his head like he understands, but for the most part... it's all just the same to him. He's going on an adventure somewhere else for once, this is fine right?

He fades into the world, falling like a star from the heavens into the center of town, and sits up with a curious blink. Oh- he has legs! This will be troublesome. There's a quiet wave to the first person he sees. He has a shock of blue hair, curious pointed ears and a richer complexion that hints at a life in sunny lands. Is... Is that a fin on his head? And razor sharp shark teeth in his mouth? ]

OooOOooOOoOOoooOOo!

[ Instead of words, the faint sound of bubbles and water can be heard. ]

2. Looking for someone! -

[ Across from you sits a strange man. Tall, tanned, almost reddish skin with sharp features. From pointed ears to glistening sharp teeth, his hair seems an oddly oceanic shock of blue, and oddly reminiscent of... wait, no, that's definitely meant to be something like a fin on his head. His head rests on one palm, waiting for you to take your seat with an oddly charming, pleasant smile.

Before you even speak, he holds up his free hand to signal a pause, points at his throat, and smiles. ]

OooOoO... Ooo. OooOoOo-

[ Only the sound of bubbles and water comes out. This fish man has lost his voice. Totally original, never happened to a fish person before.

But he seems friendly enough, and his gestures suggest he can communicate at least partially without words. Perhaps you have something he could write on? Or both parties could attempt to get by. ]

3. Choices! Now We Got Problems -

[ Hmmm? Lazy blue eyes swivel from the interrupting host to you, perking a brow silently as if to ask what your thoughts are.

If you've been talking with him for a moment, you may already know he can't speak. If you've just arrived, well. Better hash things out quickly! ]

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looking for someone!

[hemoanon]

[ karkat is tall too, wide, but there's a softness to him nonetheless: teeth that should be sharp as knives aren't quite, the orange-yellow gradient horns on his head are rounded at the ends, and just, the general vibe. even his his slowly-coming-in-red irises aren't super aggressive.

he sighs so fucking loud at the display though. ]

So you're basically a seadweller that can't even talk on land. Cool.

[ he holds his hand out flat and wiggles it back and forth in a 'so-so' gesture, then looks down at his scorecard thing and flips it over, sliding it across the table with his pen. whatever. he can deal with this. he's been at this for what feels like forever, so. yeah. of course a dude that can't talk. at least he's good with gestures. ]

What's your name?

Alien Baltan Astra | Ultraman 66 OC

[lightofbaltan]

A. Date a Live

[Astra had found herself a stranger in a strange land, awakening in a place she had never seen or heard of. Even stranger was surrounded by others in a setting that made very little sense to her. Were the people here for science, government, or something else entirely? Regardless, anyone finding themselves across the table from the strange-looking alien will find she is pretty jovial despite the circumstances.]

What Planet are you from?

B. The Forbidden Word

Friend

[Friends were good! And it was a word Astra knew from interacting with off-worlders on occasion, thus she chose it almost immediately. However, upon being handed the gift card and other items she seemed a little confused. Looking at the person she had been with she had a few questions.]

Are these some kind of data cards?

Yatogami | Noragami | Tsukuyomi AU | Myth

[tossmealifeline]

[ It's a curious thing to be dragged from his world at a rather inopportune moment with vague assurances from a fox that everything would be alright. Yeah. Right. Okay. That just left him in another world which was pretty awful, truth be told. It's unexpected.

Then again, he feels like shit. He looks like it too. He's not actively bleeding, but his tracksuit is pretty dark and he's wounded. He had his chin propped on his palm.

He's really not in the mood to play silly getting to know you games, and he looks more like he'd much rather have a signficant nap.

He lets out a sigh when his companion for the game sits across from him. ]

Hi, I'm god. [ Yeah, Yato has an arrogant side, but he can't even bring himself to put any energy into it.

He could really use a rest. ]

[apothic_hare_y]

[Okay, Mintz thought he had it bad with the development of claws and fangs. But this guy... err, this God before him has injuries. And the lack of interest in his voice, he can't say he blames him.

He's blinking with wide eyes, but he gives a nervous smile and tries to keep his voice level.]

Hi, God. My name's Mintz. Are you doing okay, there? You're looking like you had a bit of a bad time. I can heal your injuries, though I can mostly only heal the surface ones.

Morgana | Persona 5 Royal | Myth? Familiar?

[meowsperhour]

{ Lookin' For Someone }

[It's a cat, a kitty cat, and he'll dance dance dance--]

[That's a lie. Morgana won't dance. But he is a regular-sized house cat with a tagless yellow collar. Since being set up on whatever is going on, he's hopped up onto the table to get a better view of whoever sits across from him. He has his paw placed very purposefully on the card in front of him, and he observes it every so often as if he can read it, which, spoilers, he can. He just can't do much else with it.]

[His tail swishes when the chime goes off. Who's next?]

{ Wildcard }

[Morgana is default taking his talking house cat form, but it might be shocking if he turns into his other cat-like form which includes hands that can do things cat paws can't, like wield a slingshot or sword or hold a pen.]

1. Hello fellow cat, because I had to

[killjoyprince]

[Naoto wasn't dancing eiether. She was currently sat a table, awaiting sweet release from this prison.

...AKA the bouncers weren't letting her leave just yet. And they were annoyingly astute about that.

The light noise of the cat jumping up made her tense, her eyes glancing at it. Then sighing when she realised it was just a cat. Her own tail lightly twitching.]

Mintz | Ai wo Ataeru Kemonotachi | Myth

[apothic_hare_y]

..::|| 1. Looking for Someone ||::..

The claws on his hands are weird. The fangs in his mouth are extra concerning. A rabbit is not supposed to have these things. They feel strange, he doesn't like them. But somehow, those are the things he got coming to this strange world. He wonders if this is maybe how Chikayuki felt?

No, of course not. Chikayuki had it so much worse. And he mentally scolds himself for even putting himself on such a level with the poor other man. But, he can rest assured that Chikayuki is in the care of those two. And he knows something of himself remained back home.

He looks down at the talley card in front of him. The starter questions also seem at least a little strange. What even is an android? But he's thinking probably a bit too long, and he doesn't want to be rude to the Star Child acrost from him.

"Uhm... do... Anne.... Ahn..." Y'know, how is even supposed to pronounce this. A hum of frustration at the fact that he doesn't even know how to read this. "Excuse me, I don't even know what this word is. Could you please explain?"

He does ask it genuinely. He wants to know better. He's got to fit in someway, right? And it's better to ask questions. Even if it's not quite the question the card seems to have wanted him to ask.


..::|| 2. Now We've Got Problems? ||::..

((OOC: I'm honestly down for whichever. Just be aware that Mintz might be a bit awkward about fucking to some degree, as he has two husbands back home. Hope your character's good at seduction, if that's your choice.))

(A - Fuck) Mintz' mouth drops agape, as someone declares fuck for him. Maybe it was your character, maybe it was someone egging it on as they walked by. But now... Now there's a key and some champagne. And Mintz isn't an idiot. He clearly knows what all this means.

"Wait, I..." but the weasels are already gone, ready to let them be to the deed. Now what is he supposed to do.

"Well, hi, I guess. I don't think we got to know each other very well in the questioning. I do hope we can continue to talk."

Even if it's... in a bedroom. But, y'know, this might be better as a one-night stand than anything else.

(B - Friend)

Oh, boy, those options.

He gives a bit of a nervous chuckle.

"Well, how about friends? I think that would be the best option."

Wait, was this one of those dating table games? But it's still a weird choice to make after just a few short minutes with each person.

"I'd certainly like to get to know you more."

The... massive slushies are something else. He's not used to those back home. And the gift card to an arcade.

He takes a gulp of the drink and... That's definitely cold!

"Ow! Oh, god, how do I make it stop???"

Please help him. Poor lad has never had a brainfreeze before.


(C - Fight)

"Fight?"

Look, he's a rabbit animus. He's not built for this sort of thing. He's better at running away from a fight. But the weasels seem to take that as the invitation, as the lighting pours on them, and his body tingles.

"What's goin--" Oh. Nope, he does not like this. But at least the transformation is quick and mostly painless. It just feels... wrong. He transforms into a Lou Carcolh, and he certainly doesn't agree. How did this happen? Is it permanent? He can feel himself recoil against his new body. The fangs and claws were already overwhelming, but this is too much.

And now the crowd wants you two to fight. Just what is he supposed to do?

He looks at you.

"We don't have to do this." He's shaking, his voice trembles a bit. "I don't know what magic this is, but maybe we can reverse it."

2-B, semi-wildcard

[crowneddragon]

"Friends!~" Esteban claims, before the question is even over. Listen, he's uh, not entirely sure how he ended up in this situation, he tends to avoid Epiphany in general, because-- because--

He's not... super comfortable with the-- the magics and the things he can't understand. The technology that is beyond him. Add to this that the little get-to-know-you questions that he'd thought were so innocent, somehow ended up? Leading to this? What's with these choices? He's not looking for anyone to fight or fuck, unless he makes it home, thank you.

He arrows off towards the nearest person that looks as equally bewildered as he is at this strange game, and promptly takes their hand, raising them together.

"Friends!~ I claim friends!~" He crows, loud enough to be heard over the bouncing music, and the drinks that pop up in front of them makes him blink. Twice.

"Uuuuuh--" okay. Yeah! New friend, who he doesn't know the name of.

"Hope y' don't mind. This is-- a bit much. Wanna go out? There's a garden not too far, that's really neat!" The lighting hurts his eyes. He just wanted to be home with his lover tonight, not be pulled into whatever shenanigans Thirteen was up to.