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December 2023 & January 2024 Test Drive Meme

December 2023 - January 2024 TDM

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This Test Drive meme is open to all.
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 and work like "mini-events". For new players and characters, you can choose to have your TDM thread be your introduction thread upon acceptance or start fresh. Current players are also allowed to have in-game characters post to the TDM so long as they mark their top levels ‘Current Character.’

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

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

Current players are always encouraged to tag new people on the TDM!

🦊 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]

Thirteen Knows What You Did Last Summer . ★

Content Warnings: School Detention, Time Not Passing, Forced Reflection/Confession, Potential Violence

Welcome to detention. Star Children, whether they're new arrivals to Folkmore or old hands, find themselves sitting at two person desks in a library. Perhaps there's only two Star Children, perhaps up to four or five. Regardless, each Star Child has a slip of paper in their hands which spells out why they are in detention, a secret detention slip no one else can read. Which, whew, because the reason any Star Child is in detention is for something they've never been punished for, something they might reasonably have thought they got away with, something they know was wrong.

The door to the library opens, and Kuma Lisa enters. She explains that Star Children will be in detention for four hours, and by the end of detention, they will need to reflect on what they did and express contrition. The headmistress gives no further guidance before leaving and closing the doors behind her.

Four hours is a notable chunk of time, but it's not so long, is it? Surely it's possible to wait it out without making good on the assignment… Or perhaps it's enough to write about it in one of the notebooks on the table in front of each student, without explaining it to another soul. Star Children are welcome to try whatever they want. However, they may notice an oddity with the clock. Namely, no matter how many times the second hand ticks around a circle to mark a whole minute, the minute and hour hands don't progress. It's the same minute over and over and over—

Detention is four hours, but how long four hours takes is entirely up to the Star Children in detention. Read every book in the library. Throw a dance party. Get high. Pull weapons out of the books. All matter of non-magical weapons. Nothing immediately happens upon pulling those weapons—no monsters to make detention less boring. Unless people make progress reflecting on their transgression, communicating about it with another Star Child, and showing penitence for it, time won't pass. Reality warps to stay in the same minute, minute after minute, hour after hour.

What's it going to be? Never ending detention or personal accountability?

However long it takes, it only takes four hours in the realm of Folkmore.

A word of warning to those who grabbed weapons, they will be attacked on their way home after detention. They will be attacked by creatures out of storybooks. Star Children will need to know the literary weaknesses of these creatures, good luck, or the help of someone else coming along who does know their weaknesses. At least there's some excitement in the day after four long long hours.

🦊 Star Children, new and old, in groups of 2-5 are in detention for something they did wrong & haven't been punished for.
🦊 Kuma Lisa explains detention lasts four hours, and people have to express regret for what they did by the end.
🦊 Time doesn't pass unless Star Children make progress toward that assignment.
🦊 It always takes four hours in Folkmore time.
🦊 Star Children who draw weapons from books during detention will be attacked on their way home.

To Prank or to be Pranked . ★

Content Warnings: Theft, Glitter Bombs, Minor Power Nerfing

There's a problem with the nonexistent mail delivery system in Folkmore. Gifts are being delivered to residents' addresses—their correct addresses, even if they live in the woods—but those recipients, written on a fat cream label, cannot pick them up, teleport them, or otherwise move them under their own power. These gifts sit in garish and contrasting colors that make certain to draw attention to themselves. Hello, here they are.

Anyone else can pick these packages up, from the person next door to a stranger walking by. There's so many gifts around it's easy to pick one up, remove the label, and go on one's way. Few people are home all the time, and even if they are, what are they going to do? Pick it up themselves? Ha! It's free ~~real estate~~. Star Children with abilities to see inside the packages can see something they want badly within as extra motivation to go for it.

When Star Children open their ill gotten gains, these packages explode in a glitter bomb that coats everyone within a ten foot radius. This glitter is impossible to wash out, magic away, or otherwise remove for twenty-four hours. Walk, swim, fly, or otherwise go about with glittery evidence of the crime committed.

Almost always. If it were guaranteed, where would the fun be in that?

The rare fortunate criminal or the original recipient, helped by another Star Child, will receive an item from home. This may even be a weapon or magical item. Those who receive an item will stop receiving gifts on their doorstep, whether they stole the gift or received it from a package addressed to them. They can keep stealing other people's gifts, but they will only receive a glitter bomb from then on.

Mischievous Star Children can even prank each other by changing the label and redelivering packages to someone else. Should that person get help to bring the gift inside, it still isn't their gift, not really, so it too will explode in glitter.

🦊 Gifts appear outside Star Children's residences, even those without residences.
🦊 Recipients cannot pick up the gift but any other Star Child can.
🦊 Almost all stolen gifts explode in a glitter bomb that leaves glitter for 24 hours.
🦊 Star Children can receive an item from home, even a weapon or magical item.
🦊 Star Children can prank each other by changing the labels/moving the packages.

Threaded | Flat

One Wrong Turn

For all that the moment the fox arrived hailed back to his school days, to happy times, something motivated him to follow the fox. As he stares at the slip of paper before him, all the good drains away and leaves him with a foul, terrible truth. Nanami failed them. He's not a child anymore. It's his responsibility, no matter how exhausted, as an adult to prioritize their safety. The words alone are enough to make his anger flare—not at Satoru Gojo or the elders or cursed spirits but at himself.

When the woman, who feels like the fox, enters and explains the situation, it confirms the deep pit in his stomach. That's it. She's gone, and Nanami, much as he knows he did wrong, much as he is willing to face it, does not immediately turn to anyone with him and speak. He opens the notebook on the desk and stares at the blank page before him. While his mind whirs and processes his guilt, he picks up a pen, mindlessly, and starts to draw and color in large spots on the page. White on black, simple as can be. All of them the same size.   Polka dots.

Deserves Another

Without anywhere in particular to go, Nanami wanders the streets of Epiphany until he feels the sense of something dangerous watching him. His pace stays the same, but he pulls up a map on the device provided to him and finds the quickest way out of town. Toward where doesn't matter so long as it's away from people. He memorizes the route, checks the time, and tucks the device away.

The dagger differs from his usual knife, but Nanami does what he can. He tears page out of hand inked page from the notebook tucked away in a pocket and wraps the polka dotted paper around the dagger until the blade is entirely covered. That feels better. He reaches the edges of the city, the area deserted, when the first beast shows itself.

The large wolf growls and snarls at Nanami, standing between him and the way out of town. He adjusts his glasses and carries forward toward the creature. He takes the measure of the creature, finding many critical points per his ability, and swings at the creature's leg when it attacks. The wrapped dagger, cloaked in cursed energy, slices through the leg.

"I have no quarrel with you," Nanami tells the creature, but it howls and advances closer. Other wolves howl, their calls growing closer, and the blond man sighs. It seems it's time to work.

Kids These Days

Nanami exits a cafe in Tides, having enjoyed an excellent meal, and returns to the hotel he's temporarily taken residence in while he sorts things out. He has no desire to move permanent residences repeatedly, so despite the various apartments and housing on offer, the hotel feels more appropriate. A man in transition. Time to ascertain the facts and act upon those facts. Back in a world of the living. Back in a world without—

A small frown. Outside the door to his suite is a box, clearly a present that would not survive outside conditions well. It's garish and draws attention to itself. Further, crouching, Nanami sees that the label is addressed to him. Someone has sorted out where he's staying and sent, what, a welcome gift? A holiday present? Regardless, Nanami doesn't want it outside his room drawing attention to both itself and to him.

He lifts—pardon, he attempts to lift—the box. Despite all his strength as a jujutsu sorcerer, nothing happens. The box stays exactly where it is, not even tipping up on one corner. Nanami stands to full height, extends his senses throughout this portion of the hotel, and shouts, "GOJO!"

Helpful Neighbor

Once he learns these gifts are everywhere, not merely a targeted prank at one person's hands, Nanami takes time out of his day when he sees someone arrive home with a gift on their doorstep. Politely as can be, he moves to close the distance, waves to get attention (much as he'd generally prefer not to grab attention), and stands a respectful distance away. In case they're merely humoring him.

"Pardon," Nanami says, "Is this gift yours? I received one earlier and needed help with it. I would be glad to offer my assistance." A small bow.

It isn't saving anyone from cursed spirits, but helping others is part of what he's tasked himself to do. And it's only polite.

OOC Note: Genderqueer character focused on revenge, not gender. Dressed as man and uses he/him with others. Will use she/her internally. Please have characters ID Mizu as a man.

❄️ London Calling

Mizu promptly folds the slip of paper, slides it into a pocket, and looks around the room at what company the fox leaves her in. It's simple enough what she wants. It's simple enough why she came here. The fox's games don't matter. Only revenge. Unless one of them introduces himself as Skeffington or Routely, that means knowledge, knowledge about Fowler's magic word:

London.

"Who here can tell me anything about London?" Mizu asks the room, "Or find information about London in these books?"   She doesn't even know what London is—a person who can lead her to them? A place where she can find them? Mizu will find out all she can about whatever Londons she can identify, the closer in proximity to Meireki 3 (1657 in the white man's calendar) the better.

❄️ Ring of Fire

The trick with the clock catches on, and once Mizu has completed enough research for the moment, not a full search but a basic one, she supposes it's best that this exercise doesn't end in a bloodbath due to her delaying departure too late. People always run out of patience with half-bred Japanese like her. In a private corner of the library, Mizu pulls out the slip of paper and reads it:

Great Fire of Meireki.

That fire… is her fault. No one but Fowler knows she started it, no one but Fowler and the fox. It was burning across Edo when she left, not only the shogun's palace but the entire city. How many people will die in it? How many more lose their homes, all their possessions? Her blood sacrifice to revenge, Fowler called it. A pit forms in Mizu's stomach, hollow and empty. Of everything, this action, this most recent action, is what the fox holds her captive over?

It's fair. The fox saw the fire. The fox might know what the final costs of the fire are, from what Mizu's learned in her library. She swallows and finds a history book on Japan. Her finger scans the Japanese text until a sword starts to rise from it. Mizu grasps the hilt and pulls it free. That's a first. It's quickly forgotten, even in hand, when she reads the number dead.

Mizu falls back against the stack, knocking some books out. She doesn't care. The books don't care. She's a monster. A demon. She's the monster everyone's called her her whole life. Mizu never meant to burn down the city, only to trap Fowler. The fire doesn't care what she intended. It caught, and it carried, and it killed. It killed so many more people than Mizu's killed in her entire life. Than she had killed.

She closes her eyes and has trouble breathing. Ringo. Taigen. Akemi. Even Madame Kaji. Are they all right? Like that makes up for the rest if they are. They're simply the only people in Edo whose name Mizu knows that she cares whether they live or die. "Fuck," Mizu swears.

❄️ Demons

Mizu has no home, but the feeling in Epiphany, the town she exits the library and school in, feels wet and clinging, like her thoughts can't escape her. Like she can't stop seeing the fire spread. So she draws her hat down low and makes for the closest edge of town she saw from the school doors. Mizu avoids people on the street, sure they will hate her as much as she feels like she has to hate herself. She gets out of the town and continues down a road in countryside. Cold because it's winter now, not spring.

The cold air isn't as good as cold water, but it's welcome to numb Mizu's face as she walks and to freeze her wet lashes together. No one needs to know she shed tears for anyone. No one will ever shed tears for her. The crack of a branch makes her freeze. She draws the sword, not made by Master Eiji, not made by her own hand, and waits, listening.

The footsteps sound odd, off for a normal person. What walks out of the forest looks… wrong, with two heads and extremely long limbs and— no it's two people. It's the Ashinaga-tenaga, one with legs six meters long and one with arms nine meters long. Mizu glances around, confused as she's not near Kohama Village, not near the ocean at all. These two spirits are often cited by the sea, responsible for poor turns in the weather, but they don't attack people.

Perhaps they attack demons. Mizu shrugs, draws her sword, and gets in position to fight them.

❄️ Glitter and Gold

Though Mizu dislikes anything having her name on it—how many people even know her in this place?—she dislikes it staying outside the shrine she slept in even less. Somehow the box is heavier than the steel she made her sword from, heavier than the newly forged steel she left with swordfather. After a minute or so of grunting, pulling, and straining over it, she decides to handle it where it is. Fine, a box may be heavy, but a lid usually is not. This isn't Hajimodo's family's tea steelworks. Even if it were, she could push it off the box without Taigen's help. This box is the wrong shape for that. It's the right shape for a sword.

Mizu lifts up the top, foolishly hoping for something forged by Master Eiji, even though she already refused a sword of his hand, and something explodes.

Mizu leaps back into the shrine and draws the sword she found in the library. Her ears ring, and her vision is wrong with all sorts of bright colors. Nothing more happens. Mizu blinks. The floor of the shrine is covered in tiny specks of color. So is she. She wipes off what she can, but there's so much of it, the task feels impossible. Each speck is as small as sand and as difficult to get rid of by hand.

"Uuuuuugh!" Mizu roars.

❄️ Haunted

Mizu ignores the second box, seeing how she doesn't need more glitter on her, for a whole day. A second day. A third. It seems to disappear for a while, but it returns. Persistent and taunting her. Even when she changes shrines, it changes with her.

She sits next to it one morning, drinking tea, and takes in the view. Just a man and his box.

OPT IN WARNING - (Amnesia, memory loss, mind manipulation and some loss of control)

[ Xabi is a character who cannot be remembered. The moment a character looks away from him they will forget anything about him, this affects even the strongest superheroes within his own universe, including Charles Xavier (Professor X) and other strong psychics, with only one exception. He cannot be recorded, if you try and shoot him he won't be where you're aiming, devices cannot track him. The only thing he leaves behind is the trace that someone may have been there, supplies used, gaps in memories, etc.

He has no control over this effect, it is always on, so these themes are unavoidable.

As such, instead of an opt-out page I will be playing him as an "Opt-In Only" character and will not be tagging out unless requested (I will try to get a more detailed opt-in page on his profile upon application).

If you are fine with that, his prompts are below! Feel free to message me if you have any questions on hantale or @ Hantale on discord! He's a sweetheart of a man and I hope you enjoy any scenes with him! ]

( i: thirteen knows what you did last summer ) cw: possible drug use/addiction discussion

[Caduceus is quite calm at his assigned desk, the paper slip he'd arrived with looked at, scrutinized quietly for a long moment, then tucked under his breastplate with a thoughtful hum. He clasps his hands on the desk before him, and with a calm smile, he leans back in the chair that is probably too small for him.]

Well. That's a fine thing to lead with. How about we start with names and see where we go from there?

( to prank or be pranked )

[Caduceus is not one inclined to steal, so most of the mail shenanigans are of no interest to him. Folks have probably stolen packages from right under his nose and he's paid it no mind. If they want it so badly, they're welcome to it.

However, one package does catch his eye one morning; outside of his cottage it rests, waiting, but he can't for the life of him lift it. It's long and thin, suspiciously so. Much as he pokes and prods at it, the packaging remains intact and immobile. Hm. Unfortunate.

Should someone happen to pass by or stop to wonder why the heck he's just sitting there staring at a box, he smiles.]

Hey there. How about a trade? You steal mine and I'll steal yours.

( wildcard )

[just throw someone at him tbh he'll be wandering about and he is intensely friendly.]

[OOC: I'll try and dodge Wish spoilers in the comments the best I can, but if you want me to put in even more effort to avoid any movie context, hit me up on his opt-out post!]

CLOSED INTROSPECTIVE, SPOILERS FOR WISH'S ENDING

[One would expect long stretches of solitude after all's said and done, but Magnifico had only just been moved to the dungeon when he's approached by Thirteen. It isn't at all surprising to him. He's been chosen by an omnipotent spirit, still destined for a greater purpose even now. Time for a new adventure, a new home, a new dream.

When the Fox leads the way, he pauses in his tracks and glances back over his shoulder only once. Is it right to leave Amaya behind? But then he shakes his head and keeps walking. If she had him tossed into the dungeons to teach him a lesson, then this is the lesson he will learn. He isn't even truly aware that the more distance is put between himself and Rosas, the more the influence of a certain book wears off. To use the forbidden magic tethers one to it, but only in that same universe. He regains his freedom in more ways than one. Two small green horns, angled backwards like those of a dragon, manifest as he trails after Thirteen, bombarding her with questions. If he's to start anew, he's to learn as much as he can, just as he's always done.

Myth? His story would become a myth now. Certainly no longer a legend. The term "Star Child" hits him like a slap to the back of the head, but before he can question it, he's already falling, shooting across the sky like the thing that caused his downfall.

"We're all stars-"]

[Detention For ONE THOUSAND YEARS | OTA]

[Magnifico awakens in the library with a start, trying to shake off the confusion in a very literal sense. He doesn't know which portions of his hazy memories were a dream and which were real. Everything's sort of a blur after… well. He'd known the risks of that going into it. But as he raises a hand to his head and feels unfamiliar horns beneath his fingers, he realizes that the Fox bit was real for certain. Interesting.

The circumstances of his presence here are ridiculous, though. Detention? Him? He's a king! He's the king! But as he stares down at the detention slip in his clenched hand, fingers still covering the words, an avalanche of possibilities races through his thoughts. Is this because…? Or maybe…? Drawing in a deep breath, his fingers flex and reveal the reason for detention.

"Wasn't forthright with Dahlia about the level of appreciation for her cookies."

… Right. Those sand-textured things that he pretended to enjoy because they were shaped like his face, but hardly ever ate. Odd reason to get detention, but if that was the worst of his crimes– Well, of course it was the worst of his crimes. He never committed any real crimes to begin with.]

Hah. Four hours to reflect on this? That's a bit much, isn't it? [He puts the slip down on his desk, then leans over to the nearest Star Child with a smile.] So, what are you in for?

[Like Something Out Of A Story | OTA]

[Did Magnifico pass the time in the library reading books? Of course. He can't be in a library in a strange new universe and not start learning as much as he can. And did he pull a few weapons from the books out of idle curiosity? Sure. When he can pull a bow and arrow out of the pages, of course he'll do it, just to see what'll happen.

Trouble is, he didn't keep the weapons. He's not a fighter, he's a sorcerer, so he's got no use for any of that stuff.

Now that he's left the building and started walking down the street, a dragon's jumped him. Not a full grown dragon- more the size of a horse, but it still breathes fire and it's still got sharp teeth. He's left trying to fend it off with magic, a thrust of light blue shimmers sent the dragon's way to push it backwards.]

Away with you! Shoo!

[The dragon promptly pushes its way through the torrent of blue and raises a paw for a swipe. Magnifico's dodge is not quite fast enough, and the next second, its claws have ripped through his fancy cape. He spreads it out with one hand to assess the damage, scowling.]

Seriously? Why couldn't you be the sassy kind of dragon?! [He turns his glare back to the assailant just in time to see another claw headed his way, and dives off towards the side with a yelp. While it's a smooth enough landing on his arms, ultimately he's still flat on the ground, leaving him scampering away from the dragon on all fours.] Whoah- No no no no!

[Help… him…?]

[Wildcard]

[Want something else? Hit me up at

Meowzy or on the Discord server, or wherever.]

✧𝕕𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟───

[ Hearing about this library and seeing it in person are completely different things. Poe's not so removed from this level of tech that he doesn't recognize a book when he sees one, but he's probably never seen quite this many in one place and it's honestly sort of impressive, as inefficient as it clearly is to have this much information written down on physical pages rather than complied into neat databases. At any rate he wasn't dropped here for the official tour, apparently this is a punishment, and while looking around at the various expressions on the Star Children around him he's starting to think that this is just as much a surprise for everyone else here as it is for him. He's heard about trials, so this seems to fall in line with that sort of thing.

His own piece of paper is very short. One word, in fact. Mutiny is written across it, and to anyone else it probably wouldn't explain much, if they could see it at all, but Poe knows exactly what it's referring to. Reflect? Express contrition? His first, knee-jerk response is to say that he has, and while that's true, there's definitely also an aspect to it that wasn't so easily resolved. He didn't even actually suffer any punishment for that whole fiasco, not when they were too caught up in surviving to focus on anything else.

He frowns slightly down at the notebook in front of him, wondering if the implication is to write some sort of report about the incident, as if he's been court marshaled. Which he wasn't. Isn't. Whatever.

Rather than immediately turn to that he looks up at his fellow detainee, sitting across from him and presumably facing some past mistake of their own. ]

Do you think we get extra credit if it takes less than four hours?

✧𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕜𝕖𝕕───

[ While Poe isn't the type to go around prying into random boxes laying around he has noticed that there are a lot of them popping up everywhere all of a sudden, and he's honestly slightly wary of the apparent random generosity from some unseen benefactor. Is this the Fox's doing? No one he's encountered seems to know. It is starting to become an issue just while trying to walk, since they seem to have been left literally anywhere, and he's nearly stumbled over at least one. Hopefully there wasn't anything breakable in there.

He's a little curious when he comes across someone doing their best to pry one of those boxes from the ground, since despite no obvious reason for that to be difficult it's proving to be impossible to budge. Maybe it's something heavy? ]

Do you, uh, need some help with that?

[ At least to move it somewhere out of the way. ]

✧𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕕───

((ooc: open to writing different starters, just let me know! also poe won't be attracting any storybook creatures himself, but he would def help out someone else who has c: ))

Arrival

So the calico cat ears were new. So was the matching tail with a tip of white at the very end. Jeez, there should be disclaimers given in advance for this sort of thing, she didn't even know which potential she was supposed to be figuring out, possible parenthood or a successful comedy career.

Hey, it would only be coming...nine years after moving to New York with the express goal of being the next Amy Schumer or Margaret Cho and finding herself instead one of the most experienced cater-waiters in any Burrough you could name.

But all of a sudden, two things occurred to her: where was Josh, her newly minted fiancé (fiancé!!!) and the beautiful, gold heirloom engagement ring he'd given her?!

She grabbed the shoulder of the nearest passer-by. "Hey! Have you seen a tall, black haired guy anywhere nearby?! Longish hair, longish nose, ridiculous ears, really fucking hot? And who stole my engagement ring?!"

Detention

What. The fuck. Was this?

She eyed her slip reading "commitment-phobe" and shoved it quickly into her jeans pocket. Maybe--okay, definitely--she had been in the past. But she'd just proposed!! And been proposed to in return!! Those commitment-phobe days were in the past, she loved Josh, he loved her, and she literally couldn't wait to stand in front of their friends and family and become--well, she wasn't changing her last name.

But she'd be showing the world that Josh was her person and she was his. Surely that meant something.

And it didn't help that every book she pulled off the shelf was part of the Brené Brown collected works.

If the next book she pulled out happened to be that copy of "Daring Greatly" lovingly inscribed to her ex-wife, Ari was going to scream.

And maybe cut someone, since for some weird reason there was a plethora of swords just kind of there. In the books. Might as well take one.

If all else failed, it would look cool on the mantlepiece.

So she turned to the next person she saw passing by and asked "Katana? Yes, no, gross display of white privilege? All of the above? I mean, I'm open to trying new things."

She considered a moment and had to add "In bed."

Tricked

Glitter bombs.

Glitter bombs.

Motherfucking glitter bombs.

Ari looked like she'd been barfed on by a very angry rainbow. At the very least, it could've been in the pansexual flag colors, just to get things right!

There was no way in hell she'd be able to scrub all of this off in one wash. Or two. Maybe even three?

Upon seeing another glitter bombed Star Child, Ari gave them a wry grin and said "They got you too, huh? I'm afraid I'm going to find glitter in really inappropriate places. But, hey, you wouldn't have happened to see a really old engagement ring in any of these packages, have you. 'Cause that package and the package it goes with are mine."

Edited 2023-12-13 22:26 (UTC)

((Madison is taken from Apocalypse, just after being killed by Michael Langdon but prior to going back to Hell))

Arrival

Madison had done it. Something she thought she'd never do in a million years: sacrifice her life so that others could live. That little bitch Mallory better be the next Supreme and kick Langdon's ass or Madison was going to be fucking pissed.

In whatever afterlife she ended up in this time. Or maybe this counted? She'd thought she'd finally lived up to her potential but apparently according to some beings there was further to go!

She scowled, which actually complimented her long, black dress and the large black feathered wings she'd suddenly acquired.

"Look, I'm in a big hurry to meet this whole ~~potential~~ bullshit, so I don't have a lot of time. So give me the 411, what the fuck is this place and what kind of mess have I ended up in this time?"

Detention

Madison wasn't really thrown by the slip of paper given to her and what it said. Stone-cold bitch. Hell, she'd owned that title for years, ever since she turned eighteen and directors and other actors started acting like creeps.

Maybe she'd softened towards the other witches. Maybe it had hurt when Langdon and his robot sidekick from Hell had slaughtered them. And maybe she'd been a little afraid of what was to come. But that didn't make her any less strong than she'd always been, rising through the Hollywood ranks since she was five, doing a commercial for Toys 'R Us.

Honestly, between herself and her parents, Madison had been the only one consistently employed.

But she wasn't going to bother reading or trying to skewer someone with a sword. What was the point when she could just Vitalum Vitalis them back to life? No, Madison was going to sulk and complain loudly. "Would any of you have signed up for this bullshit situation if you knew you were going to be herded into a fucking library for all eternity? I need a cigarette and I need it now."

Storybook Creatures

Okay, so maybe grabbing a sword wasn't the best idea she'd ever had. Because now she was facing a fucking yeti.

A yeti who was immune to telekinesis, pyrokinesis, concilium, pretty much every bit of magic Madison could come up with.

Madison screamed in frustration and brandished the sword as though she knew what she was doing. She didn't.

She spotted movement out of the corner of her eye and yelled, "You! Yeah, you over there! A little help here would be nice!"

Edited 2023-12-13 21:07 (UTC)

( i: thirteen knows )

[For a few moments after arrival, Casey merely blinks at his surroundings, thoroughly confused. How did he…? Once he notices the slip in his hands, he's a breath away from offering the one he's with a friendly greeting, but before he can get more than a hello out, he catches sight of his 'crime' and goes stark still, snapping the paper face-down against the desk, his face turning pale.

God. Reality has come for his jugular at last, huh? The one thing he's been avoiding like the plague (with pretty much everyone except Leo, the one time) and here it is.]

( ii: prank or pranked )

[Thieving mail seems like a bad idea (criminal, the most criminal of behaviour, he cherishes every letter he gets now and if anyone stole one he would riot) but that doesn't mean he can't get a little entertainment from it. He's been watching some enterprising thieves for a while, tucked away behind a bush with a good view of some random neighbourhood. Maybe it's yours!

Either way, should someone happen to get too close to revealing his hiding spot, he'll drag them into the bush with him.]

Quiet! You'll give us away.

[He wants to see the glitter explosion, shh.]

Permissions and character warnings. Mandatory reading. No, seriously, this is heavy stuff. Contact me at

CosmicRooibos if you need anything.

▶︎ IN THE FLESH (for cyberhunk)
If you want to find out what's behind these cold eyes, you'll just have to claw your way through this disguise

[Punishment is, for sure, apropos. Reaching potential (or whatever it was) surely involves some degree of accountability. Obviously.

Making it detention feels a little...under the mark? At least, in terms of the punishment fitting the crime. He's never been to compulsory school, so anything he knows about this scene comes from media, and chronically missing homework or beating up a kid for his lunch money doesn't really seem to hold a candle to managing a campaign of sociological damage for decades.

Ramon barely acknowledges the fact that they're in a library. All he can really see is the scarlet letter of a paper slip sitting on the desk in front of him, smashed into a crumble as he slammed it down out of his hand before he had the chance to read it. He doesn't need to. He knows what's on it.

It kind of feels like the whole point is to shame him. Mostly because it's being very effective at it. He has no choice but to sit here, stewing in his thoughts about everything while uncomfortably sober. All this talk about four hours and showing petinance effectively falls on deaf ears because, frankly, he's already on it. So he just hunkers down in his seat, pulling his hood over his head, and prepares to weather being disgusted with himself for the next "four hours" and disregarding anyone around him.

But more importantly...

He doesn't know who else is in the room with him.]

▶︎ ANOTHER BRICK IN THE WALL
by pouring their derision against anything we did, exposing every weakness however carefully hidden by the kids

[However large the library might be, it would have been pretty difficult to not see the loud and violent altercation that broke out earlier, leaving this short-statured, toon-shaped Star Child bloody and bruised. Should you either merely stare or approach to help him, he holds up a placating hand and insists:]

It's okay. I'm fine.

[Despite obvious pain, he really does seem to mean it when he says that it's okay.]

▶︎ THE TRIAL
The crown will plainly show the prisoner, who now stands before you, was caught red-handed showing feelings

[Ramon has found a relatively calm nook in the library, far away from his aggressor and sheltering himself from whatever shenanigans are going down with these books and the weapons people can pull from them. Maybe you ran across him because you were seeking some kind of respite, too.

He mostly ignores you in favor of being completely engrossed in the notebook he's furiously scribbling in, like he has and endless well of things to say, and they all come to mind faster than he can possibly get down onto the page with the death grip he has on the pen in his hand. Is he taking this detention thing that seriously, or...?

Eventually, the pen fails to sustain the brunt of his angst. On one particularly violent stroke, the length of pen snaps in half between his hand and the paper, and an explosion of black ink splatters across the notebook, his hand, and his torso.]

Fuck!

[Exasperated and overwhelmed, he kicks his head back and it thunks loudly against the wall he'd been using as a backrest. So much for the library being a quiet place...]

CLICK FOR PROLOGUE, includes spoilers for the ending of Captain Laserhawk

( CW: apathy/anhedonia, death, suicide, and the "sacrificial hero" trope, bomb/explosion imagery, cyberpunk-typical dystopian themes )

[ Dolph doesn't need any supernatural push to fall into step behind the Fox. There's nothing else for his spirit to do as his body is blown into—he assumes—scrap metal and fine, red mist. He's not a witness to it. Rather, the evidence lingers in his path as he walks off the face of reality. It's the sound ringing in his ears so loud it loops back around into being pure silence. It's the billowing piles of ash that waft through his new, semi-translucent facsimile of self. There's a telling, insidious scent in the air that might be his own charred flesh, but the glowing form of the Fox prevents him from ever looking back.

He doesn't regret it. The real world can kiss his ass.

As for the next one, why should he care where he's headed? Oblivion was all he'd expected. Anything between that and having to live one more day in Eden's fucking chokehold is an improvement, right? ]

▶︎ TIME TO WAKE UP

[ Dolph's senses crash back into his self unkindly. Only the voice addressing the room is pleasant. The rest is not. Immediately, his body tenses out of the posture it awoke in. In short order, he looks more like a wolf that's just realized it's in a cage than an upstanding student. The only reason he remains within the uncomfortable constraints of the desk for even a split second is, of course, the paper in front of him. As he reads, halfway to pushing himself upright as it is, his fists clench.

What kind of holier than thou shit is this? Of all the things he's guilty of, he's being asked to, what... confess? Say how sorry he is... for that? For what he had to do to survive?

Please.

With a sneer, he snatches the sheet into the shiny chrome of his left hand. Crushing it into a ball fails to bring him joy, but it's done. Dolph viciously pelts it over his shoulder (watch out!) before he finishes getting up to leave. ]

This is moronic.

▶︎ TURBO KILLER

[ And then he spots him.

Eden's mouthpiece. The symbol of so much pain who sat on every plasma screen and every neon sign smiling about it all. Here. Bystanders are welcome to if not wholly unwillingly subjected to the drama that ensues, to the sight of Dolph fully snapping at the sight of the little man from Dimension X. His adrenal glands pump him so visibly full of violence, it's a wonder he backs down without anyone winding up dead.

Dolph wonders himself, why the outcome isn't different. This is supposed to help him discover his full potential? This isn't a place to grow. This is just Dolph's hell. This is his reminder that he can't avoid falling for a ruse. He's been tricked. Again, even when his expectations were so low. Hot pressure builds behind his tear duct as he storms off in search of an exit. The cannon protruding from his mechanical forearm is still crackling with unfired plasma, but there'll be another use for it soon enough. He's suddenly even less content to wait out the four hours than he was when Kuma Lisa laid out the rules.

He takes aim in front of the main doors, his stance like something out of a hero's playbook. Yet, he hasn't noticed the small horn beginning to curl from the fleshy side of his forehead, as if directly influenced by his actions.

It's obvious what he's about to attempt if no one can convince him it's a bad idea. ]

▶︎ PARADISE WARFARE

[ So, yeah. That doesn't fucking work.

It may look like a dusty heap of books, but this building has him locked up just as tight as the Supermaxx. Dolph retraces his steps back to where he started, having exhausted himself along with his options. Back to where he knocked some of the blood out of Rayman's face. He figures that particular blight on his sanity will avoid this area for now.

There's still the matter that he's been given 1) strange busywork, and 2) zero way of opting out, also like the Supermaxx. Dolph picks the blank notebook up off of "his" desk with no real intention of doing anything with it—well—other than staring hard enough to disintegrate it for what it stands for. If anyone decides they still want to come near him after all of the commotion earlier, Dolph will turn and redirect the stare at them instead.

Better, if they appear to be struggling with their own writ of shame, he'll actually address them. ]

So? Say it.

[ Dolph's offer to lend an ear, if it can even be called that, isn't charitable. He wants out of his own thoughts. ]

It'll be good background noise.

thirteen knows what you did last summer
✦ option a; escape attempt

[This isn't entirely what she expected, but Steph can... mostly roll with it. She makes a face at the slip of paper before promptly shoving it carelessly into one of her pockets, deciding not to worry about that right now.

Mostly because her main focus is on leaving.

As soon as the headmistress leaves the room, Steph is out of her seat and heading towards the door.]

You guys can stay in here if you want, but the last time I checked I wasn't in high school anymore.

[She also likely wouldn't have stayed in detention when she was in high school, but that isn't the point.

The door seems to be locked, which only makes her sigh. Fine, she'll just pick the lock.]

Do you have a safety pin? Or a bobby pin? Anything thin and pointy? Work with me here.

✦ option b; opening up

[After trying every possible escape attempt, including brute forcing the door and testing the walls, ceiling, and floor for possible weak points, Steph has given up and is laying on the floor, her feet up on one of the chairs.]

So.... I guess we're supposed to express contrition? Should we write a letter to the person we lied to or what?

[Or she just has to say it out loud, but she'd rather avoid that for as long as possible.]

✦ option c; fight scene

[So she took one of the weapons from the books, what of it?

Apparently, the answer to that question is 'a Jabberwock', so that's kind of where Steph is at right now, having thought that this particular adventure was over. The weapon that she stole isn't really suitable for a Jabberwock, on account of it being a bo staff, but she's making the best out of a bad situation.

If 'hitting a Jabberwock with a stick' can be described as making the best out of a bad situation. She is, at least, hitting it pretty damn hard, and making a decent show of avoiding getting bitten or clawed by rolling and jumping out of the way. But without her utility belt or a better weapon, she's a little outmatched.

When someone stumbles into the area, though, she doesn't ask for help.]

Get out of here! This thing's dangerous!

[And then, to the Jabberwock, trying to draw it's attention away from the new person, rushing towards it with the staff raised.]

Hey, ugly! Come get me!

to prank or be pranked
✦ option d: gifting

[Perhaps unsurprisingly, Steph isn't going to steal anyone's gifts, no matter how tempting the contents might seem to be. It would be easy, sure, but it's kind of a dick move and she's not going to be a dick around Christmas, if this place actually has Christmas.

(The season and vibe seems Christmas-y, is all.)

So if she comes across anyone trying to interact with their own gift, she'll come on over to help.]

Hey, you want a hand opening that?

wildcard

[[ooc: hit me up with any other general prompts! steph will be around folkmore (in civvies) exploring and poking her nose into various things, because she's a bat and that's what they do.]]

Library- Detention

Ah, it's not just me seeing this, is it? [ Hello. Hi. Greetings. You're sitting next to a young woman in detention, one who's vying for your attention with a wave of her hand and a not-so-subtle lean over the aisle toward you. Her voice is careful and soft, as if anything more would disturb the peace of this punishment. While there's no indication that-- what was her name, again? Kuma Lisa?-- mighty return to silence all those gathered here, apparently your detention companion isn't willing to take that chance.

She's new here, after all. New and uneasy and frightened at being in an entirely new realm after... after-- well, it doesn't matter, now. While her gaze appears leveled and calm, the way her fingers curl over the edge of her desk, firmly enough to blanch her knuckles, gives away her trepidation. ] That clock.... The minute hand is not moving.

Library- Penance

[ By now hours have passed, or what seems like hours despite the minute hand not moving. The paper crinkles in her hand as she reads it over for the hundredth (thousandth?) time.

There is something, something clawing at the periphery of her memory, something ugly and terrifying, that she both knows and does not, or knows but does not wish to acknowledge. The sin is written plainly on the paper for her to read, as plainly as it marks the scar upon her soul-- for the soul remembers-- and yet, and yet... she doesn't wish to acknowledge it. It can't be.

Luckily, you're also in this library, and you've just managed to pull something dangerous out of a book. ] Is that... a weapon? [ Her eyes widen in amazement. The magical feat of extracting something from the pages and texts of a tomb is so wild to her that she can only stare in silence, mouth agape. (Never mind that she stores her own weapons in hammerspace-- this is something else entirely!) ]

Wh-- put that away. [ Even now, she keeps her voice low, distressed and worried causing her whisper to sound like a hiss. ] There's no way that's allowed in a library!

Afterschool

You... still have that weapon, don't you? [ Congrats, you and her have made it out of detention. Too bad it's time for a battle encounter.

The weapon she's gained from the book is a lance. Not her first choice. Or second. Or third. But it might be useful considering that the opponent they face is a wyvern, one that's wild, erratic, and hungry. The reach might just help. ]

Gifts

[ Being new to the realm, it seems imperative to meet and greet her neighbors, even make a bit of small talk. Fortunately, the mysterious packages that have arrived on every doorstep make for excellent conversation starters. So, one cool, wintery morning while you happen to be passing by, she'll wave you down with a smile, give her name, briefly explain that she's one of the new star children to have arrived, and politely asking for your name as well. After the introductions are established, she turns the topic to the packages, where a puzzled, troubled frown finally breaks the smile on her lips. ]

I... don't know. I just can't seem to open it, I can't. [ It looks like an ordinary box. Only it's not, because she can't even lift it, let alone move it to try to hear for whatever might be inside. And it's sitting just outside her residence. Rem shifts her weight as she brings a hand up to her chin in thought. ] Did you receive one, as well?

Wildcard

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Edited 2023-12-14 00:42 (UTC)

DETENTION
[ mordred is.. a big guy to be seated at a student desk, and he's sprawled in his chair, slumped down and long legs stretched out. he looks like he's falling asleep, honestly, which considering how long his night was the evening before.. yeah, of course he's dozing off.

still, as time starts ticking and people start milling around, he finally shifts, blinking open eerily-pale gray eyes and nudging the slip of paper that was given to him atop the desk. he turns his gaze on his desk partner, expression questioning. ]

So how much d'you wanna' bet four hours is bullshit? [ this.. honestly isn't the weirdest magical thing that's happened to him, and it feels very fae. so, you know, might as well start trying to get to the bottom of it. ]

GIFTING
Hey! [ the guy yelling is tall, and he'd be kind of intimidating if not for his friendly expression and the shirt he's wearing (covered in bright pink sequins that spell out BARBIE BITCH). he nudges the long, skinny package on his front step with his foot, pointing down toward it. ] Mind helping me out with this? Pretty sure I already know what it is. [ it's good dimensions for a familiar sword, anyway. ]

WILDCARD
[ also catch him shopping around in luan station. he may even offer someone part of a snack he just bought at one of the stalls. hey, try it, it's great.

also, some info, for those curious. ]

Edited 2023-12-14 01:58 (UTC)

Detention;

[ Crowley slouches in his chair like some kind of delinquent. Which, well, that's what they're supposed to be, isn't it? He slips the piece of paper into an inner pocket, and absently runs a hand through his hair - grimacing as he touches the little horns that have now sprouted from his head. ]

This is ridiculous. Is this - really what they do with human children? Sit and think about what you've done?

Pranks;

[ Random packages appearing on doorsteps is like catnip to someone like Crowley, who's idea of "true evil" is gluing coins to the sidewalk, or causing disruptions to cell phone service.

Needless to say, then, that he's already switched out several packages in the neighborhood, and is in the process of switching another when he may or may not be caught in the act. ]not mess about with the mysteriously appearing packages, can you?

Epiphany;

[ He finds himself in a pub. The lighting is low, the bar is sleek, and Crowley is drinking steadily. Anyone who approaches him probably won't get much from him, hiding as he is behind his dark sunglasses. He's hunched in on himself a bit, seemingly lost in his own little world. ]

The horns really are such a cliche.

[ Yes, he's going to continue to grump about the horns. Not sorry. ]

Wildcard;

[ I'm open to lots of things, really - drop a starter or hit me up at

frodabaggins! ]

Edited (fixed html) 2023-12-14 03:05 (UTC)

Detention
[Now this was a new situation for Asakura. Since detention isn't really a thing in Japan, so her mild confusion at this is no surprise at all. More so because when she attended school she was a model student.

But of course she has the note that says why she is here and well? She reads it and scoffs.]

That is a silly thing to punish me for, I've been punished for it already.

[She doesn't hide the note from anyone who might want to read it, since it basically says “attempted murder”. She has no remorse at all about it.]

Pranks
[She's much too focused on settling in to take note of the packages appearing for others, it's not until one shows up for her that it becomes a problem.

Mostly the fact that no matter what she tries she cannot move it, even an attempt to create a data jurisdiction around it and manipulating the data of the package didn't seem to work. So Asakura can be found in front of her residence, squatting beside the package and staring at it as if it was the most interesting things. Unmoving and unblinking, at least until she notices someone paying attention to her.]

May I help you? [Never mind that it looks more like she needs help.]

Wildcard
[What it says on the tin, willing to work with anything else or hit me up at

JustAshu]

Detention!

[ Power is slouched over her desk with her arms crossed, looking every inch the surly delinquent teenager. The slip of paper noting her Detention Crimes is more of a list, and is plainly visible to anyone who wants to take a peek:

- drank Denji's blood while he was sleeping
- stole Aki's points card and used it to get free snacks at the convenience store
- skipped her turn multiple times on the chore wheel
- ran away from the fight against Katana Man and the Snake Devil
- crashed Kobeni's car (into Denji) and then blamed Kobeni for it
- ignored the Plan and prematurely jumped one of the octopus waiters at the gala ]

Calumnies and lies! I apologized for hitting Denji with the car!

[ Yeah, she's gonna be here for a while. ]

Packages! (cw for some blood)

[ See, normally, Power would absolutely be down for pranking people. The problem is that this package has her name on it, which means that it's hers. She's instantly far too possessive of it to swap the box out for someone else's, and the fact that she can't even lift the damn thing makes her even more determined to open it.

Plus... whatever's inside the box smells familiar. It smells like home.

Power grimaces, and a spurt of blood shoots from her palm, forming itself into a huge-ass butcher's knife. If she can't lift the package, then she's gonna chop it open! ]

Reveal yourself!!

Wildcard!
[ come at me!

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thirteen knows what you did last summer
(detention)
cw: potential mention of mass loss of life/essentially human sacrifice

Vergil's slip of paper ends up so quickly crumpled and tossed to the floor, it wouldn't necessarily be unreasonable to wonder if he bothered to read it at all before doing so. But regardless of speculation about whether or not he read the slip of paper, Vergil's judgment that this is nonsense is only further cemented by his next decision to silently rise from his seat and step away from whoever it was meant to sit with him at the shared desk. He hasn't a clue what it is Kuma Lisa intends to be appropriate contrition from anyone trapped in the library currently, but Vergil has little will to dwell and meditate upon what's written on his slip of paper when he's already righted his wrongs to the greatest extent of his ability. And he certainly doesn't care to hear the woes and regrets of a stranger right now either. He'd much rather find his own way through this predicament than play along with whatever it is Kuma Lisa intends. Unfortunately for Vergil though, there is no other way through. Without Yamato in his possession, there's no ability to tear through the fabric of time and reality and free himself as easily as that. And as much as he would like for it not to be the case, the library appears to be nothing but full of mundane books with no leads on spellwork that could otherwise free him from this endlessly looping minute.

And yet, even after arriving at the conclusion that he is without his own means to freedom, Vergil still does not opt to join his fellows with sharing what was written on his paper and discussing at length their past sins as well. Instead, he finds himself in a corner of the library on his own with a book of poems, seated in one of the more comfortable chairs because he doesn't readily accept this conclusion. As it turns out, Vergil may not be as brash as his brother and isn't as eager to simply throw himself at the wall repeatedly until perhaps by some happenstance it begins to crack and crumble, but he is just as stubborn. The poetry helps in clearing his head from the problem itself and narrowing his vision in his stubbornness. Perhaps with this modicum of distraction, Vergil thinks, another solution to explore might manifest itself within his mind.

He says nothing when he hears approaching footsteps. He merely looks up from his reading to ascertain whether the intention is to stop and speak with him, or continue exploring the library on their own without disturbing his thoughts.

(this isn't a fairy tale)
cw: animal/creature death, violence, mention of blood

There's a heavy and almost sickening thud as the beast lands harshly on its side just in front of someone else. Several feet away, a man lands quietly on his own two feet, raising his head to look at his opponent rather than the other Star Child that now has a very dead creature at their feet. He's still a moment longer, determining if the creature is going to get back up and continue their fight. Evidence of their clashing of blade and claw isn't evident on the blade itself and very little seems to be on the man in question, but there are puddles and splatters of blood about spread about on the ground. Neither the man nor the beast move. Not at first.

"Pathetic."

Vergil drops his stance, simultaneously relaxing and straightening himself out. Mirage Edge only stays in his hand for a moment or two longer before it's once again placed upon his back. No mind is still has yet to be paid to the other Star Child even as it's apparent Vergil has emerged the victor. It's the second one that's made an attempt on Vergil since he finally emerged from that accursed library. Therefore, it is the second tedious, unfulfilling battle Vergil has had to contend with since those long four hours spent sitting and chafing with his own inability to procure his own freedom independent of what Kuma Lisa intended. And so, rather than giving much mind to anyone he might have inconvenienced, Vergil's attention settles on his surroundings instead. He looks about for signs of a third over offering an apology or even a warning about the possibility of incoming danger.

As far as Vergil is concerned, the other's well-being is not particularly any of his direct concern.

prank or be pranked

Well, this is a potentially awkward predicament you've managed to get yourself into.

Whether it was mere curiosity or temptation that finally won out, you found yourself outside Vergil's front door and noticeably looming above the garishly decorated box that had been deposited there hours earlier. And while it had been enough time to read the name of the intended recipient, it hadn't been enough for anything further before Vergil opened his door to leave.

Vergil's expression is somewhat unreadable at first rather than a look of surprise to find someone lurking outside his door, which could easily lend credence to the notion that you've been caught in the act. It's entirely possible that that feeling sinks in a bit deeper as Vergil's brow creases and furrows, mistaking the expression on his face to be one of irritation. It is not, however. Despite whatever potential assumptions might be made about his reaction, Vergil actually wasn't anticipating anyone to be on the other side of the door and is more perplexed than anything. It's only when he glances down at the present that was left behind that he begins to piece together why someone was likely compelled to be just outside his door.

"You're in my way."

So, fortunately for you, he doesn't particularly care about what could be inside the box. Much as he doesn't have a reason for a visitor, he has even less reason to receive a gift.

((ooc: feel free to riff on these or just make something else up. if needing to check in with me beforehand, just shoot a PM to this journal. but really no pressure to do so! i'm willing to roll with whatever.))

It had been a cold and icy morning. Bo-Katan having set out for the next city with a couple Pokémon at her side. Except she underestimated the amount of treacherous ice on a sloping path. She fell, slid, and struck a boulder and then a tree before being knocked out. When she came to, she blinked open her eyes and saw her Pokemon around her as if frozen in place. But there was something else, a fox. It spoke to her in a way she couldn’t help but get up and follow her.

[Detention]

Before she could fully comprehend it all she was in another world and then sitting at a desk. Barely registering the physical changes, such as yellowish brown scales that extended from the ridge of her nose and cheek bones to her forehead and into her hairline. As well as the curved horns beneath her ears, and the jagged teeth poking out of her lower jaw. No her attention was focused on the paper in front of her. Eyes slightly wide as she reads the reason she’s here.

It was not something she wanted to talk about. So she might be sitting there in silence for a long time before even looking at those who are in the room with her. She gets up at one point and surveys the room, looking for a way out before turning to the books and pulling a sword out of one. Hm.

If she manages to get out of there, she will take that sword with her. It’s been months since she’s had a weapon of any kind! So you can bet she will face those creatures that come for her. Sharp teeth bared before lunging for them and swinging that sword with a skill that suggests she’s done this before.

[Prank]

No matter how hard someone may have tried to convince her, Bo-Katan has refused to live with anyone else. Instead finding her own place in Cruel Summer and staying there. Thats where she finds a package. Who here woukd actually send her something? She is skeptical. You might see her trying to pick it up but to no avail. The Mandalorian growling in frustration before giving the box a kick. Then she disappears only to reappear with that sword she had gotten from detention and… tries to cut the thing open.

Or perhaps someone pranks her and swaps out her package that she’s able to pick up and take inside… only to remerge again a few minutes later with her armor sparkling. The pissed off red head deciding she’s head enough and stomps towards the desert to find a way to just take her anger out on something.

((OOC: Altair has an ability that lets him hear a person’s soul song. Altair will only use this ability with the player’s permission, otherwise, he will just hear the general cosmic melody that all souls have. Please let me know in the subject line whether you want to play with this mechanic or not.))

I. Detention (cw: possible mention of survivor's guilt, genocide, mass murder)

[Altair never went to school but the situation reminded him of the lessons he was forced to take in order to learn how to act properly as a noble. He hated it and his purple eyes faintly glowed with an angry spark at the memory. The glow from his eyes burned brighter as he glared at the paper in his hands.

He slammed the offending paper on the desk. The soft spikes that looked like feathers along his arms bristled, hardening into deadly spikes and his blood red claws left marks on the desk as he crumpled the paper into a ball and shoved it into his pocket. His fangs materialized with his anger as he stood to leave.]

To hell with this!

[He didn’t care that he couldn’t control which shadow he teleported to, or that he passed out afterward. He didn’t need anyone to tell him what he had done, least of all another meddlesome god. He sank into his shadow and completely disappeared, only for his unconscious body to be thrown out of someone else’s shadow in the room. He will probably be out for a while.]

II. Storybook Battles

[Altair wasn’t one to turn down free weapons. Especially when the currency of this place was annoyingly tied to interacting with people, so he took the dagger he found with him. Sensing something following him didn’t fill Altair with dread as much as excitement, but he waited until he was away from people before making his move. The shadows in the back alley he led his pursuer into grew larger, trapping them inside a wall of darkness.

His eyes faintly glowed in the darkness as he grinned at his prey.]

Perfect timing. I needed to let off some steam after being trapped in that awful room.

[Altair hadn’t read many storybooks so he didn’t recognize the creature in front of him, but that just made the fight more fun.]

III. To Prank or Be Pranked

[Altair chose a treehouse that was mostly hidden from view so he wouldn’t have to deal with neighbors, yet someone seemed to know where he lived. He didn’t know anyone here so he ignored the suspicious package and climbed up to the roof to relax. The way the treehouse swayed a little with the wind reminded him of his old sailing days and he closed his eyes so he could hold onto the nostalgia for a bit longer.]

IV. Wildcard

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Beyond the Black City

Beyond Thedas and the Fade and the once Golden City... He's fallen from great heights before, not as Cole, but as something else and even now he knows he's not the Cole that walked away from Skyhold, from Lucien Trevelyan and his quest to crush the Breach and Thedas alike.

He sits where he fell for some time. He's not in a rush to go anywhere, not when there's a whole world around him that he's never encountered before. The last time this happened, he made some terrible mistakes and did things that he can't take back, so he wants to be careful not to hurt anyone while trying to help them this time.

Detention

His literacy is not strong. It doesn't need to be, he can feel the intent of the paper as he touches it, the words as good as spoken as he traces them. He only ever tries to do what is right and best, but he knew when he did it that he shouldn't have.

Left the Inquisition.

Okay.

"Tricking, ticking, trickling time touches- Detain usually means hold until punishment or freedom. Is detention purgatory?"

Gifting

It simply never passes his mind that a gift might be for him. He doesn't get gifts. Cole's only gift was a knife to stop the torment and his own presence as he died. This Cole's only gift was the companionship of Rhys, and Rhys is gone.

But seeing someone else trying to move a box, be it somewhere intentional or simply out of the way, he appears next to them in a curl of scentless smoke. "Do you want me to help?"

[ ooc: Henry was in Folkmore before BUT! for the purposes of this TDM his memories of his previous time in game will be hazy as he readjusts. In addition, he is now a CRAU from Ryslig, where he was turned into an undead skeletal monster known as a lich. I'll be returning him from his monster form to his normal form except during periods of intense fog and full moons, and I'm removing the forced cannibalism elements of his Ryslig experience (bc that's not something I want to force on people willy-nilly). Blanket CWs for horror elements from his previous time in Ryslig, though I will do my best to avoid the nastiest bits. ]

1-A. time keeps on slipping, slipping, slipping...

[ Henry isn't sure how he got into detention. He never actually went to a normal Earth high school, though he has seen detention scenes in TV and movies. He looks around, disoriented, and clutches his head as he tries to piece together foggy memories of different lives lived in different worlds. Conversations with fox deities in his kitchen, with zombie doctors in bars, with superheroes in tree houses... Apocalypses narrowly averted. And some not-so-narrowly NOT averted.

He can feel the heavy cloak of a panic attack settling over his shoulders. His breaths come shallow, his palms are sweaty, his heart racing in his chest.

...Wait. What was that last thing? ]

My heart! It's... It's beating?!

[ The happy shock of realizing that he's alive again, no longer undead, is enough to derail the panic attack before it starts. He's safe, he's... Not home, no, but not in Ryslig anymore, and that's good enough for him. And when Kuma Lisa walks into the room, Henry is so grateful to see her that he almost gets up from his desk to give her a big old hug! But, he restrains himself. He doesn't remember enough about Thirteen's aspects to remember how well a hug would be received.

It's only then that he notices the detention slip in his hands, detailing what it is he's here to repent for: ] You doomed your son and your entire world with just the draw of a card.

[ Henry looks at the slip of paper, giving a nervous laugh and folding it up, slipping it into his pocket. ]

Well, what now? Do we need to write lines or something? Heh...

1-B. well time, she did as time, she does...

[ As it becomes clear that time in detention is not moving, Henry gets up from his desk and starts to look around the libary. He peruses the bookshelves, eventually coming across a title that looks interesting to him. ]

Oh, would you look at this! "How To Resolve Conflicts And Always Get Your Way." That looks interesting...

[ Pulling the book from the shelf, he opens to a random page, only for a large submachine gun to come falling out, clattering to his feet. Henry yelps, dropping the book and backing away from the gun, clearly startled. ]

Oh, I-I-I don't want that! I'd much prefer a peaceful resolution, thank you. Does, uh... Does anyone want this?

[ He picks up the gun carefully with his thumb and forefinger, doing his best to stay away from both the trigger and the barrel. ]

1-C. you need to calm down

[ Finally, one way or another, Henry confesses his sins and gets out of detention. He decides to find his way back to Talaria, to see if his old house is still there. Only, the walk back to the train station is dark and winding, and Henry can't help but feel like he's being watched... It turns out, even though he rejected the weapon that fell out of the book he picked up, simply pulling out the weapon was enough to mark him for attack from a storybook creature.

Turns out, something was following Henry as he left the school: a giant monster hamster with a taste for blood! As Henry waits for the train to arrive, the hamster decides to strike, leaping out from the shadows and latching its huge, bloodthirsty teeth into Henry's lower leg. ]

AAAAaaaaauughhhh!!! What the ding dang heck is this!??

[ Somebody may want to help him fight this thing off. ]

A] Too Cool For School

[Detention. Honestly! Shadow hasn't had to participate in a class in over 50 years, much less detention. He's not sure there even WAS detention on the ARK. There were always so few students, and self-discipline was necessary on a highly technical, delicate space station -- even for the children. In short, this is so pointless and stupid.

The hedgehog, looking pretty much like his normal self at this moment in time, sits at one of the desks, the paper clutched in his hand and his eyes closed. Is he sleeping?]

B] Time is Torture

[Time passes. But it doesn't actually pass. Shadow rests. He reads books. He pulls various guns out of the book and passes time by taking them apart and putting them back together. He rips paper out of the book and folds it into origami. He grooms his quills. He cleans his air shoes.

But no minutes pass. Not even a second. He is a patient creature, but even he has his limits. He's been quiet and keeping to himself, but rage has been boiling just under the surface. And finally, it explodes. Shadow lets out a ferocious growl and stands on top of his desk]

I can't TAKE IT ANYMORE! [he raises his hand and forms a lance of crackling greenish-gold energy, and throws it at the clock, piercing it and shattering it to pieces] Let me out of this stupid TIME VORTEX!

C] Storybook Monsters

[finally, after admitting to whatever foolish, silly "bad" thing he did, he is released from detention. It couldn't happen soon enough. He has brought a fancy glock, as well as a wickedly curved sword, with him. You never know when you might need a weapon, and he wasn't going to let those however many long, terrible hours be completely wasted. He remains quiet, walking near but not next to any other Star Children going his way.

But then, something big moves in the bushes nearby. It growls and raises its head -- huge blank eyes, a leech-like mouth with long barbels, and a body like a grotesque dragon. It makes an awful burbling sound as it approaches. The Jabberwock.]

Now what?

[ooc: spoilers for the silly troll movie]

A. Detention

[Veneer leans back in his chair as he rests his big ol honkin' crystal boots on his desk, clearly of the belief that this is all beneath him. Funny for the guy who just got a very fuzzy get-out-of-jail-free card handed to him, you'd think he'd take the four hours of library time over how many years of prison he was looking at. But no, he rolls his eyes as he takes his slip of crime paper, only to gawk when he sees what he's actually being punished for.]

Um, excuse me? [Where as most people might try to hide or throw away their paper, Veneer waves his around like a goddamn flag.] I'm pretty sure I've done waaaaaaaaay worse than... [He quickly glances at the paper again.] ...jaywalking?!

[And he has! But that's just it, he was already being punished for that. He GOT caught, he's the whole reason they got caught! So...detention had to get creative apparently.

But four hours just for that? This is going to be the longest four hours of his life, isn't it? Possibly even more so when he finally notices the clock isn't moving much. Instead of being worried or assume any sort of time nonsense, he scoffs and nudges whoever was unfortunate enough to be near him. Veneer gestures to the clock like it's some sort of joke.]

Tch, they make clocks, much?

[...He pulls back when he actually gives the other Star Child a lookover, though. Listen, Veneer is more than aware that he's a fish out of water here. Being a 6ft tall Betty Spaghetty looking monstrosity will definitely make you feel out of place. That said, you're just as bizarre to him as he probably is to you, so um...maybe stay on your side of the desk. J-Just until he can get over the uncanny valley thing.]

B. Storybook Monsters

[Monsters aren't anything new as far as Veneer is concerned, they're all over the world. ...His world. It's just that the city he lived in is bright and busy enough to keep the creatures away, so it's not like he's ever had to DEAL with any.

So yeah, sue him, there's no doubt he eventually got bored in the library and MAYBE touched one of those weird book weapons. He put it back, okay? What's he going to do with a weapon, he doesn't want something like that! Ew.

Of course this doesn't keep him from being targeted.

Have you ever wanted to be bothered by what is essentially a living rubber hose character? No? Well too bad, it's not like he wanted to bother with you, either. But he doesn't have much of a choice when he finds himself defenseless against some sort of vicious animal.

Veneer isn't a fighter, hell, he isn't even a singer, what's he supposed to do??? Apparently run behind YOU and hope to god you can do something more than be his temporary meat shield.]

Hi, sorry to bother you, but you wouldn't happen to know how to deal with THAT?!

[Cue frantic pointing at a very unfriendly looking two-headed dog.]

Edited 2023-12-20 05:11 (UTC)

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