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+ ENTRANCEWAY TEST DRIVE MEME +
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ENTRANCEWAY
TEST DRIVE MEME
►► Take a brand new muse out for a drive, bring an old voice and try Wonderland's setting and population on for size. See how that Mirror personality fits your character! Post a top level comment, tag into other people's starters, enjoy yourself!
►► Any scenario goes! Thread out your character's arrival, have them act like a long-established resident, let our past events inspire your scene, or write up literally any Wonderland-based scenario you feel like playing with!
►► If you want to take it a step further, check out our NAVIGATION for all the game info you'll need, and our INPUT & INQUIRIES page for any missing pieces. If that's got you convinced, the pages for RESERVES and APPLICATIONS are right there for you!
►► Please only note that any threads made as part of the test drive meme are not game canon, and cannot be used for the activity check OR as samples for any future applications. Thank you for understanding!
AND THAT IS ALL, GET SETTLED IN AND HAVE FUN!
ＴＯＮＹ ≡ ＳＴＡＲＫ ＭＣＵ
[ you might want to find another space, if you were hoping for tea.
That tricky little part about only being able to take over one room, has led one man to establishing a make-do-temporary workshop inside the tea room since, okay.
that's where the good food is.
sitting next to a stack of brownie cuts, he's busy handling all sorts of machinery looking to create well - well, nobody really wants to know, right? that's not the important bit, anyway.
the important bit is that in the absence of ai systems ad robots, the thing catches fire and ( one ) tony stark is in the middle of spraying both the experiment ( and probably his company ) with a fire extinguisher.
he does see you, only he chooses to outright ignore anything beyond wrting down the result of test 009 in a little notebook and - ]
pass me number eleven and if you don't what it is, pass me a brownie.
( ≡≡ ００２ ｜ ＬＩＢＲＡＲＹ )
[ there's a general rule about being quiet in libraries.
for the public or something as meaningless as that.
So maybe you were expecting some peace and quiet but unfortunately all you get is ACDC's Hells Bells in full volume. it's loud enough to shake the very shelves, heavy novels and all.
tough luck.
the greatest oddity is that you might find tony in one corner of the library wearing headphones of all things, carrying a pile of books and a mug of coffee.
oh, you're not supposed to drink here, either? ]
( ≡≡ ００３ ｜ ＮＥＴＷＯＲＫ )
a little friendly survey, show of hands
is this place more like
⃞ Lewis Carroll's ALICE IN WONDERLAND
⃞ Lewis Carroll's ALICE THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS
⃞ DISNEY'S ALICE IN WONDERLAND
⃞ BURTON'S ALICE IN WONDERLAND
BONUS:
⃞ I HAVE FOUND AND TRIED THE LOCAL MUSHROOMS / THE CATERPILLAR'S HOOKAH ( ASKING FOR A FRIEND )
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she's a touch confused, however. confused enough to ask for clarification (without handing anyone anything) on the matter: ]
You've numbered the brownies?
[ odd. not the oddest, certainly. but still odd. somehow she manages to say absolutely nothing on the subject of fire extinguishers. don't worry; it'll come. ]
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Beth Smith | Rick and Morty
[If you come to the clinic today with anything less than a heart attack, be prepared to be yelled at. Beth Smith has a horse on the table and horse surgery is just as important and impressive as human surgery, okay? Your problems can wait!]
You're going to make it! [She yells at the horse as she works on it. The horse doesn't... really have a reply for that. It's a horse.] I will not let you die, you hear that? I won't!
[Because Beth is an amazing surgeon and whatever it is that happened to this horse, she can fix it.]
You! Hand me a scalpel. We're saving this son of a bitch if it takes all day!
Bar
[Sometimes life hands you big choices. Sometimes you're trying to decide whether to stay with your family or let your father build a clone of you so you can leave your family and travel the cosmos and find yourself. And sometimes you turn around and before you can make that choice, you turn around and find the choice has been entirely taken out of your hands and instead of doing either of those things, you're stuck in a children's book and can't go home or leave.
Beth's sitting at the bar, staring into a half-filled glass of wine. She's surrounded by empty bottles. It's pretty obvious this isn't her first.]
Least you'll never leave me, right? [She tips the glass back, swallowing the last sip. Then she puts down the glass and stares at it in dismay.] Nooo you're gone. [She puts her head down in her arms. It's fine. She'll be fine.]
Tea Room
[Art's a good release, right? Beth certainly thinks so. Which is why you can find her in one of the Tea Rooms today, carefully gluing horse hooves together into a sculpture.
....best not to ask where she got the horse hooves. It was the closets. Probably.]
Tea Room
Of course, part of intel is knowing what the fuck you're looking at. ]
The fuck is that supposed to be? [He's a rogue AEGIS agent, goddammit, not an art critic. ]
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COMMENCE FUCKENING
I'M FUCKING PUMPED
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AHH LEELA
AHH RICK AND MORTY CHARACTERS
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Jessica Jones. You know the show.
[ Since showing up in this place Jessica's found every place to drink, but that was before figuring out the closets give you whatever booze you want. That's about the only nice thing she has to say about Wonderland or whatever the people call it.
The garden's pretty or something. Whatever.
Bottle of bourbon in hand, she's wandering the halls, looking in rooms that aren't locked, trying to figure out what the fuck the point is. When a random person turns the corner she looks up, gesturing toward them with the bottle. ]
Hey. Tell me everything you think you know about this place. For science.
n e t w o r k
[ Two bottles in, Jessica decides it's finally time to address the network, so she does, from a room she's claimed but is as of right now, still bare. ]
Look, there's no point in creating a shit storm on the network about being here, we're all the same amount of screwed. But I see some names in the archives of all these messages that are familiar as fuck.
[ Not the name or two she wants, but then Trish can't be everywhere, probably. ]
Anyone know my face? Heard people leave and come back, just wanted to check. if we knew each other, do me a favor and don't stop to talk. Not interested, text me.
Next order of business: Who the hell builds a however many stories mansion with no goddamn elevator?
network.
[ flippant, sure. ]
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Niko | OneShot
[Look at all of these books! Too bad most of them don't interest you at all, huh Niko? And even the ones that do stand out are too tall for you to reach... yes, even if you stand on your tiptoes and stretch your hand up as high as you can. Maybe go find a stool or get help? Like... say, why not that other person over there?]
Um... oh, excuse me! Can you get this book down for me?
The Kitchen
[Alright, so Mama's not here to make your favorite pancakes, nor is there really a restaurant or cafe that will make it for you. (No one's told you about the dining room yet, have they)
Guess you'll have to do it yourself! The mix should be in that cabinet over there, and the butter and syrup should be... well, uh, not spilling all over the floor and counter. Looks like you've got it on your sleeves too. You're making a really big mess in here.
Hope someone doesn't slip and fall in this pancake batter when they come into the kitchen...]
The Roof
Wow... so they do have the sun here...
[...]
But then, I don't get it. Why am I here then? Is there something wrong with this place too that I'm supposed to fix before I can go home?
[...]
... I wish you were here to talk to. It's too quiet without you.
[Or, maybe you should stop talking to yourself and get down from the rooftop before you end up getting told off by somebody?]
Library
How high up is the book you want? Maybe we can work together to get it!
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Gourry Gabriev | Slayers
Clearly, it's up to her bodyguard to figure out where she is so that she won't be a squishy wizard without protection anymore. He draws a very accurate portrait and sets off on an expedition.
Encounter him everywhere and anywhere. He'll be the tall, broadshouldered man in armor flashing his
incredibly accurateportrait at everyone he can find.]Excuse me? I'm looking for a missing child. She's about two feet tall, full of magic? Looks like this.
[Lina doesn't stay hidden well. Someone must have seen her by now.]
Re: Gourry Gabriev | Slayers
Haven't seen her. If you just got here she might not have shown up yet.
Cleo | Cleopatra 2525
[Have you ever had dreams of falling? Just falling, whether from a tall building or the edge of a canyon. Impossible, because you live anywhere but here.
This is not that kind of falling.
Despite having learned how to travel up and down the shafts and having earned her own gear for doing so, in this dream, Cleo is screaming shrilly-- Then she stops in mid-air, and the world seems to flip upside down, and it starts all over again.
This is how the dream goes. After a while she stops screaming and remembers she has gauntlets that shoot web (not a la spiderman except totally a la spiderman) that sticks to levels' emtrances and exits. She'll land gracelessly, but she'll land. If you're with her, she'll bring you to safety to. You may even get her to land faster! Which would be nice for you, since her shrill scream echoes and vibrates against the metal supports of the shaft and the levels.]
• an invitation
Somebody come to lunch with me!! We can tell each other stories about all the places we've been. :)
[That's it that's the post.]
• in the mood for dancing
[Cleo throws her arms wide and spins when she finds herself in the ballroom, taking it all in with a gigantic smile. Where she's from (both places she's from), these just don't exist anymore, not for people like her. She's used to dark clubs with loud, pounding music and strobing lights. This is for slow dancing and lords and ladies and fancy dresses.
She tries a curtsy. She's not very good, wobbling as she rises.]
Come on, Cleo. You can dance almost naked for strangers and fight Baileys like no one's business. You can totally curtsy like a lady. [She nods to herself and tries again.
Help her if you want, or laugh at her or whatever. She's pretty hard to offend!]
/unseemly flailing. OMG I LOVED THAT SHOW so 3?
So, he could use some cover, and she, could use some help, it looked like. Because he was standing by the door, close enough to hear her. So she's got a hand to help her rise. ]
You look happy to be here. [Yeah, he's not great with small talk. ]
weh i'm so glad i'm not alone in that!! c:
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tl;drs at u
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eleanor shellstrop | the good place
[when the video feed clicks on, it reveals (1) eleanor shellstrop, who may distinguish herself from other new arrivals to wonderland because of this: she doesn't appear confused or troubled about her current situation in any way. on the contrary, she's facing the camera with nothing but a cocky sort of defiance.
game face: on.]
It's over, Michael. There's nothing you can do in this stupid torture freakshow that's gonna change the fact that we're always a step ahead of you. Give it up.
Also, seriously, Wonderland? Like that isn't the dumbest cliché ever. Fucking pathetic.
[she trails off. there's silence for a moment, then:]
Wait a second. [a beat.] I can say fuck.
[... the plot thickens.]
tea room
[at some point, it becomes apparent that this isn't the bad place, the medium place, or, honestly, the anything place — at least, not in any way she can tell. sure, she has no idea exactly what happened in all the thousand-something times her memory was wiped, but there are some dead giveaways: no janet, no filter on her language.
huh.
the thing is, she could ask herself the existential questions — what exactly is this place, how did she get here, etc. and so on and so forth — but that's what chidi would do, because chidi is a loser nerd. and unlike a loser nerd, she's going to take full advantage of the spread in this tea room.
so here is (1) eleanor shellstrop, stuffing brownies, cookies, anything she can find into her shirt like there's no tomorrow. it's all very dignified.]
tea room
[ Jessica's standing in the doorway watching an apparent hoarder. ]
And the closets are magic so you can get more anytime you want. Guess no one gave you the welcome wagon speech.
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cat grant | dctv
[The frame opens with a formidable blond centered within it. If she's nervous about the fact that she's suddenly in Wonderland, she certainly isn't showing it. She's perfectly poised and perfectly polished, and she's ready to make her demands. She does seem to on the move, peering into rooms occasionally as she tries to find her bearings.]
I've decided not to waste your time with another "where am I, what am I doing here?" video message that just regurgitates the same information over and over again, and it turns out that those brocheures I've seen floating around are quite helpful. So I'll get right to the point: the name is Cat Grant, CEO of CatCo Media and representative of a Earth, though it seems there are many of those.
I have two questions:
First of all, I'm looking for three people:
One, is named Kara. Tall, blond and dresses like a middle school teacher, but in an ... endearing sort of way. She's a reporter for CatCo, so ... don't get any ideas. I've heard there are other ... media outlets, available, though I use that term loosely. Kara is mine. Also, if her cousin, Clark happens to be available, I'm calling dibs on him too.
Two, is named James, also mine. Award winning photojournalist, brown eyes to die for and a smile that melts all hearts. He still owes me an explanation for the free weights in the middle of my other office.
Three, is named Winslow ... and well, if there's another person in the multiverse named "Winslow Schott, Junior" then the world has bigger problems. He'll probably see this on his own so Winslow, I'd like to see you on the fifth floor, please.
[And with that covered, she takes a beat before brushing her hair away from her face with a smile.]
Now, to the second item of business: I'm looking for the best place for either a grande non-fat soy whip latte or a very large mai-tai. Recommendations for either would be much appreciated.
Cat out.
[And with that she will continue to wander so feel free to bump into her elsewhere as well.]
network.
What the devil is a grande non-fat soy whip latte?
[ important spy-work, this. ]
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peter quill | mcu
[it's not that peter had really been looking for the library, per se — more like he'd kind of sort of accidentally stumbled on it while getting the lay of the land here. what use would he have for a library, you know? he hasn't seen one in, like, almost twenty-seven years, and even back then, when he was a kid in missouri, he still hadn't had much use for it; if we're being honest, quiet free time activities like reading have never been, and will never be, his forte.
anyway.
in his arguably limited experience with libraries, this has to be the coolest one he's ever seen, because, suddenly, he finds himself surrounded shelves filled with some of the greatest music ever recorded. at least, that's what scattered glances of names on cassettes are able to tell him. there's the occasional pang, distant but fresh and raw at the same time, as his eyes occasionally linger on some old favorites of his mom's, stuff that'd never made it off of earth with him all those years ago; there's, too, the occasional accompanying lump that forms in his throat, which sometimes takes a minute to swallow down.
for the most part, though, he simply stands there, more than a little slack-jawed, and at one point lets out a quiet:]
Whoa.
[congratulations, wonderland — you have managed to render someone with a perpetual case of diarrhea-of-the-mouth speechless.]
network
[click goes the camera, and soon afterward, the serious face of someone who has something important to say appears on the feed. because what he has to say today is absolutely important. absolutely.]
Okay, I don't know who's in charge of the music in the tea room, but someone's seriously gotta do something about it. [pause for effect; let these highly important words sink in.] I mean, who thought the most boring freaking elevator music ever made was a good idea? "Yeah, I totally want to listen to elevator music while I eat and fall face-first into my plate and die of boredom," said literally no one ever.
[he shakes his head a little for emphasis. literally no one ever!!]
You gotta give the people what they wanna hear, dude, and what they wanna hear is stuff that doesn't put them to sleep in, like, two seconds. And you know what's really good for that? Some of the classics. [a beat.] Get some Bowie in there, add a little Jackson 5, you name it, and, honestly, you can't ever go wrong.
I'm full of suggestions. Just saying.
Library
"...Now I know I'm in hell. It's full of disco music."
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Turanga Leela ⋆ Futurama
- TURANGA LEELA LOGS INTO THE NETWORK -
Look, I'm going to be straight: I don't want to be here.
So now that I've gotten that out of the way, why don't we start with introductions? I don't know anyone in this crummy 'Wonderland' world, so I may as well put myself out there.
- TEXT SWITCHES TO VIDEO -
[On the screen is a purple-headed cyclops with a seemingly modest demeanor. At first.]
Hi. My name is Leela, I'm 26 years old, single, and I'm a space captain of the Planet Express ship. I have plenty of experience with idiots, so my standards are low.
[Cue the awkward smile. She doesn't even really realize anymore when she treats her introductions like a dating profile.]
2) [ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀʀᴅᴇɴs ]
[The Garden is filled with the sound of water trickling upon itself; a sound Leela has found companionship in. She is seated by the fountain, her face painted with aloofness.
She lets out a sigh as she watches the ripples grow and start over again.]
2 aka the gardens
Fancy French gardens, not quite as much. And from what he's seeing, he's not a fan. ]
Probably want to stay the hell away from anything that casts a reflection.
[Driveby advice.]
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a;lskd <3!!
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Thaddeus Thawne II | DC Comics
A creak from behind him causes him to cut close enough to nick himself and he hisses, clapping a hand over the cut. On instinct, he scrambles up from his seat at the edge of the dock, spinning to face whoever had come up behind him just a little too quickly to be normal, and he holds that stupid fruit knife out in front of himself. As if some scrawny plain clothed kid, holding a tiny knife and a cut he'd just given himself would be imposing to anyone that actually meant him harm.
library
The library had pretty quickly become a sanctuary of sorts. One of the few places inside the mansion he spent any significant amount of time, beyond the dining room and his room in the basement. And like his room, it seemed to shape it's self to his unconscious whim, making it all the more inviting. Most of the time (when it wasn't occupied by someone else first) it took the familiar shape of his old home. All grated floors, cold steel walls covered in monitors, and winding staircases leading up to floors filled with more towering bookcases than he had ever thought he would see in his lifetime.
He could spend hours pouring over all the books and media the room provided, even if it did occasionally get frustrating that none of it seemed to provide any information on this place (at least, nothing he hadn't already gathered from scouring network records).
Today, he'd made himself something of a book nest in the middle of one of the aisles. Sitting on the floor with several stacks of books cluttered around him, he hardly acknowledged anyone who tried to squeeze past him, beyond barely moving a stack or two out of their way, not even looking up from whatever book he had his nose in at the time.
Library
He didn't want to start the fight. Bart never really had.
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Excuse the mun flailing about in wicked glee...
Yeee!
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itsuki koizumi. tmohs. voicetesting.
( A smile is written across Itsuki's face. Then again, a smile is usually written across Itsuki's face, so that likely has little to do with the place itself or the tea sitting, steaming hot, in front of him.
But then, it does smell delicious, and Itsuki's fingers easily slide pieces of a board game into their intended starting positions. Without Haruhi, Mikuru, Yuki, or even Kyon here, he'll have to entertain himself for the time being.
And what better way than to wave at a passer by, offering them an unchanging smile as he gestures to the board. )
Care for a match?
two/
We can accept that this place functions in a far different way than many of us are accustomed to, correct?
( Why yes, it's the Philosophy Hour with Itsuki. We're sorry. )
Each of our worlds turn on a different set of rules and fundamental beliefs. Even two earths with the same cities may share little in common.
Accepting all of these facts as true, does it then follow that each of our belief systems are ultimately what creates our world?
I'm interested in reading your answers.
( It's a good job this is text or you'd be getting a faceful of that infuriatingly serene smile, as though this spiel was nothing more than idle words to pass the time. )
one/ cRASHES THROUGH THE WALL, KOOL-AID MAN STYLE
[ Without rising from her seat, she points the device straight out, toward the door and mimics the sound of a gun firing. Since the communicator has no such function, she lowers it again and utters a dramatic sigh. ]
... Of course, it'd be much better if it had lasers, right? I'll just have to see if we can get someone to make modifications.
YES EXCELLENT :3
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Captain Janeway | Star Trek : Voyager
[The video opens on a stern-faced woman in a red and black uniform, her jaw set and posture impeccable. She stands at the edge of the labyrinth, and she does not look amused]
This is Captain Kathryn Janeway of the starship USS Voyager. This is not the first time I have been taken hostage, and I can only assume at this point that it will not be the last.
[Her face softens, but smoothly, not losing her natural air of authority. She cocks one eyebrow and one corner of her mouth quirks in a slight confident smirk]
Let me make this easy for you. As I speak, my crew is working to extract me, and if you're familiar with their track record, you'll know they're incredibly efficient and capable. So we can wait for them to break through your defenses- and they will break through, or you can tell me what you want now. I'm more than willing to come to an agreement.
Either way, it's your call. You can contact me with your demands using this channel. I look forward to our negotiation.
[The video clicks off]
2: SCIENCE!(labs)| Action
Janeway arrives at the labs laden with supplies. One arm holds a tote with a rudimentary microscope from some point in the 21st century(The most advanced she could get the closets to provide. It came with a manual, so she supposes it'll do.) and a coffee maker, again an old human brand, and all the instant coffee and filters she'll need. The other arm holds a basket of things she intends to study- plants and soil samples mostly.
Seeing someone already there, she smiles softly, nodding. "Can I just set up anywhere or...?"
2~ (omg janeway)
He doesn't often use the labs - preferring the comfort and familiarity of his own particular setup - but certain experiments require a level of sterility that this place satisfies far more readily than his own quarters. She may think that the equipment she's found thus far has been dated, but what the man who speaks to her is using is even more so.
Regis comes from a time before what would become 'science', and practices alchemy. There are a number of glass beakers in different shapes on the table in front of him, a rudimentary burner, and several powders of different colours along with a few small plants.
"Don't be alarmed if you see any smoke - nothing I'm doing here should be toxic."
yes hello~
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Ryou Bakura | Yu-Gi-Oh DM
[After all was said and done and there was no longer any magic influencing his day to day life, Ryou could actually say that this is not normal. Because the strangest things that had happened to him were still...
...Well.
They weren't a long time past him yet, but he'd expected things to level out. Now suddenly here he was in some place called Wonderland. Everything was unfamiliar. Still, if he was stuck here, he might as well get used to it and give himself a chance to tour the mansion. That was, in fact, how he had ended up in the kitchen area. Now there's a good distraction!
He can be seen raiding the pantry, so to speak, for anything tasty, though once he's caught doing it he'll be properly abashed for bursting in, at least.]
Oh, pardon me--I was only having a look. [He says it politely while closing a storage cabinet and moving aside] I apologize if I was in your way.
B. Gardens
[Once he's had his fill of exploring the amenities, Ryou can be found in the gardens. He's in the orchards, leaning up on a tree and...writing something. He seems pretty concentrated on what he's doing.
Where he got the pen and paper is anyone's guess...unless he's already figured out the deal behind the closets. What is clear is that he's pretty new, and he'll be standing out with that white hair of his as he remains absorbed writing a note and enjoying the air outside.]
C. Network
Hello everyone. I'm terribly sorry to disturb you, but I was just wondering.
What do you all enjoy doing in your spare time? Are there any extracurricular activities here in Wonderland? I mean something along the lines of shared hobbies and interests. You don't have to answer, but I'd enjoy learning a little more about this place if I won't be leaving anytime soon.
Thank you for listening.
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Sometimes it's to visit the flowers, sometimes it's to visit his dad. It's probably one the quieter places outside the mansion. And even though the gardens are full of painful memories, being out in the sunlight was something that he really couldn't get enough of.
Except, it seems like he's not alone here.]
Oh um... howdy! [Asriel sounds slightly hesitant. This person seems pretty absorbed in writing notes.] What are you writing there?
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Yugi Muto | Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters
[The video opens on the teenager's shirt, and there's a few awkward moments of silence as he checks that the camera is recording. He scoffs a little when he realizes it's recording, and he gives the camera a big cheesy grin]
Um, hi guys, it's me, Yugi Muto! I've been getting games out of the closet lately, but everything it's given me is... well, for two or more players.
[The boy laughs awkwardly, and quickly pans the camera over his bed, which is covered in various game paraphernalia. This situation isn't entirely unfamiliar to him, and it stings just a little if he's honest.]
Let's see, we've got chess, checkers, a couple decks of playing cards, sorry, monopoly, backgammon... I've even got something called Mice and Mystics, which kind of looks like a pre-written rpg board game? Or something...
[His face comes back into the frame, and he gives the camera a sheepish grin.]
So, how about it? Anybody want to play a game?
2 Kitchen
Yugi has set up a table for himself with as many cheeseburgers and soda the teenager's heart could desire next to a complex jigsaw puzzle shaped like a dragon. The only thing the table is missing is Yugi. Upon further observation, it seems the puzzle is missing two pieces, and the boy is nowhere to be seen.
"Did you see any pieces on the floor on your way in?" He asks suddenly, his head popping out from under a nearby table.
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What would you do if you could go home right now?
Dick Grayson (Batman) | DC Comics (preboot)
[It's late at night, and you're alone. That's fairly routine, isn't it? Just an evening stroll or late-night jog, absolutely routine.
It's just that for some reason, it feels a little like someone's watching. There's nobody around, behind or in front. It's probably just a silly feeling without any reason. No need to indulge it.
And that light breeze, the movement that you thought you just caught out of the corner of your eye? That's probably also nothing. Feel free to ignore it.
There's certainly nobody lying in wait, watching every breath you're taking. ]
[ gym ]
[There's a new resident who's pulled extra equipment out of a closet and set it up in the corner of the gymnasium. Really, what kind of place doesn't have a decent set of parallel bars?
Feel free to check out the new guy running through his workout. It's arm day, as it happens. And though he could absolutely stick around his own room for something like this, Dick's the sort of guy who works better with an audience. If he catches wind that someone's paying attention, it won't be long before he starts showing off. Feel free to hang out and indulge his need for attention and validation. Applause welcome and encouraged.]
Garden. *BUST THROUGH A WINDOW AND TACKLES*
He continues to approach the spot under the tree. The feeling intensifies, like burning on his skin. Someone was watching.
I was a quick move. He tosses a Batarang hidden in the sleeves of his sweater up into the tree. Where the feeling was the most intense.]
I know you're there! Come out this instant!
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Gardens | SCREAMING
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gardens.
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Gym! Because patterns should be broken
Gym. *Bust through the wall Kool-aid man style.* Because I can!
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Simba | The Lion King
[It's been a few weeks since Simba's settled into his new home, but everything is so unfamiliar to him here. No signs of antelope, zebras, everyone lived in the weirdest cave he's ever seen. The only thing that felt really familiar to him was the garden or the outskirts of the forest.
His exploring around the mansion eventually takes him to the kitchen. He's been in here a couple of times before, but this time... no one's around to chase him out. He nudges some cabinet doors open, and a couple of pots fall out.
Simba backs up, and pounces, sending the pot across the floor. There's childish laughter and metal scraping and crashing across the floor as Simba generally bats and knocks over more cooking ware.]
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He isn't sure what to make of it, but decides that he'll investigate. Who knows--could be someone confused about the entire situation.
Imagine his further surprise when he sees a lion. A tiny lion cub pouncing on the dishes.
...Yeah this, uh. This doesn't cap weird instances, but it certainly isn't normal. Who finds a laughing lion normal?]
Erm...hello.
[He waves awkwardly.]
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o hai dere, wondurlan
Scenes like this never really played out well, in his experience. Rows and rows of books with infinite knowledge, finding out things you weren't meant to. Like your origins. Or the last remaining traces of a long-gone friend. Here, though? It was nice. Roomy.
Certainly enough reading material to keep his mind off things. Or better yet, find a way to make it better. So he settles himself down, finds one pertaining to the human body and physical health. Doubtful he's going to find anything useful at this point, but what else is there to lose?
He's been dragged into a weird world with weird inhabitants, and it's just a matter of waiting for the dream to be over and wake up face-first in the pavement again.
<3!
The books are piled high above his head as he carries them through the library, and Angus doesn't see the reading man or the seat he's in at all before Angus walks straight into him with a gasp. The towering collection of books tumbles down in one fell swoop, and one of them even knocks the glasses right off his face.
Angus just sort of reaches out in front of him and ends up smooshing his hand right into the man's face.
"Oh! Ahhh! I'm sorry! I mean," he tries again, whispering this time, "s-sorry, sir or ma'am or neither, I, um, I couldn't see... Where's... Ah, golly, what a mess..."
Please help this flailing, blinded child.
yay!!!
lem king | friends at the table (seasons of hieron)
Please do not touch the arrangement. It is very delicate.
[ this voice is hushed and while it is certainly a request with a thank you implied, there's a certain dullness in the light tone. this-- well this is a little contradictory, yes. (this feeling will not end any time soon.)
this quieted voice comes from a large green fellow bearing large white tusks. looking closer, it's obvious they're carved and therefore perhaps more ornamental than anything. if nothing else, his south-western british accent gives away that this is not mini-hulk? ]
Actually-- take one step to your, er, left? No-- right, right. Go right.
ＮＥＴＷＯＲＫ－－
[ a big ol' green face with big white tusks and a top knot gives the camera a shy wave ]
Hello. Would anyone who is not busy presently please bring a single match to room 594, light it, put it out, and leave it in the vase there? If you find that there are already 43 there, it is very important that you do not add to the rest. Please no repeats. Thank you.
[ he doesn't offer much in the way of explanation. he just waves again and leaves to go about his day. ]
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( helen's checking before she steps, looking at the arrangement that is before, taking a slow and careful step )
What's it all for, if I can ask.
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network!! MY FAVORITE BOY
omg hi are you my mom
you're adopted now my guy
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HEY WTF WHO LET A FRIENDLY TABLE ONTO THE TEST DRIVE WITHOUT TELLING ME!!!!!!!! also network
omg that is the most hella comment subject ever bravo
bows also (eyes emoji) do you have a plurk
no sadly i just stick to PMs for the most part!
you bet im tagging you twice X( fuck what hiatuses said!!! network > action
ahh my very good and precious boy
here he is, that good good boy
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blue diamond | steven universe
I demand to know the meaning of this! [Said in the dulcet but firm (and potentially terrifying) tones of a giant blue Gem, at no one in particular.
The grounds and dwelling are characteristic of creatures far smaller than she--a woman of such size that the width of her hand alone spans nearly six feet--and draped in organic flora, therefore she has no reason to be here much less be brought here not of her own free will. She is tantamount to being one of four divine figures over her species, and feels entirely inclined to make demands.
Hearing no answer at first, Blue crosses the grounds in several strides to the dwelling and its lush garden where she draws back her sweeping blue hood and kneels to delicately examine the flowers and maze of hedges. She even softly draws her fingers across the tiny little leaves and a painful pang of grief and nostalgia grips her heart. Thinking she is alone for the moment, a wave of sadness washes over her features as she remembers Pink Diamond's fondness for organic life.
The air around Blue is permeated with a sense of longing for what has been lost. With her white hair and flowing blue robes, she's not unlike a ghost... a very large and imposing ghost to be sure, but nonetheless graceful and sad.
For the moment.]
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giant woman, meet small woman. )
Sorry, lady. I don't even remember how I got here.
( it was well over a month ago, so. )
Don't worry, you get used to it. They're pretty accomodating here.
jack ( mass effect )
Hey.
[A bald woman tattooed so thickly head to toe that it's not altogether obvious at first glance that she's not wearing a shirt -- though she is covered, barely -- looks very casually through the screen. If someone expected panic and confusion, well, tough titties, 'cause Jack already flipped her lid enough for one day. That was like an hour ago. She's got a handle on her shit, okay.]
Name's Jack, and this is a hold up.
[She gives a friendly wave of a very sci-fi looking gun. A current of glowing blue shifts around the hand wielding it as she does, a flash of the real power she's holding. The gun's not a big deal, it's what she can do without it that people should be worried about.]
Someone point me toward the nearest ship that can get off-planet and I won't level this quaint little countryside mansion with everyone still inside.
[She narrows her eyes, an indication that her patience is already growing thin.]
Got it?
WORST MEMORY ( CW: CHILD ABUSE / REFERENCES TO SEXUAL ASSAULT )
The thing about Jack is that she doesn't have a single worst memory. She could never point to one specific instance in her life and say, hey, that's exactly where it all went wrong and where she turned into the mess she is today. Her entire childhood was a series of worst memories. Her life as a teenager was punctuated with commas of pain and trauma throughout, even as she tried everything she could to ride the high of drugs and violence and come out smiling.
Apparently chasing your bliss to the extent Jack attempted after being tortured for years and conditioned on narcotics and the spill of blood comes with a few caveats. Who knew?
But the events of Pragia hold a specific, special place in her head.
She wakes up in her room and instantly she's strapped to the bed, eyes snapped open, wide awake as the scalpel cuts through her flesh and needles pump oily substances into her veins. Currents of a glowing blue energy rise from her body, emanating from her skin as she struggles and starts to seize, whimpering and drooling around her gag.
Then, she's clothed in a hospital gown and five years old, the same blue glow following the movement of her rhythmic punches as she cries, gasps, and sobs. Blow by blow, the body of an older child on the ground, pinned beneath her, loses more and more of its shape to scarlet red, face no longer visible beneath it all. The young girl in the gown coughs and starts to laugh shrilly, a terrified sound, as the bones of the older child buckle beneath her weight.
She's older now, and standing over a bloodied man, her eyes wide and her hand to her temple, clutching at her tangled brown hair as she listens to him beg for his life. A badge on his clothes indicates he probably works in this facility, but the place is in utter chaos, screams echoing down the halls. She has no idea what's going on, but she knows she needs to get out. She lunges at him, that blue glow once again following her as she brutally crushes the man's throat.
Moments later, she's adrift in space for the first time, and hardly has the capacity to marvel at the wonder of the stars outside the windows before an adult human man grabs her shoulder and wrestles her down to the tile floor.
Jack hardly has time to realize what she's reliving until she screams and bursts through the door, splintering it as she charges through with that blue glow of eezo fueling her. She stares back at the door from the outside, eyes wide, gritting her teeth. She instantly sets to work.
She heads to an unoccupied room to use the closet. She procures heavy chains and solid steel locks and deadbolts and a drill and she makes damn sure not a single soul can enter that room again. She crushes the keys in her hands so that they can't be used.
Job done.
She leaves the unclaimed room's door open as she goes to fish out some more supplies: a shot glass and a bottle of genuine turian horosk. Her hands are shaking as she pours the drink, already prepared for the adverse effects of the alcohol's strength, as she's just lying on the plain rug, breathing heavily. Just woke up and she's already worn out and ready to get fucked up on alien booze.
you KNOW im here for that worst memory event
As soon as Shepard had made her way out of her own situation- thankfully, not something really keeping her there in anything other than grief- she knew she was going to have to check in on her squad. Shepard tends to collect people with terrible lives, people who have their own baggage that they need help with, and there's no way this event is going to be at all kind to any of them. Even as she rushes to Jack's room, she's not able to beat getting her out of there, the door already padlocked and bolted. Alright. Maybe that's better.
Her eyes scan down the hall, and finally, she decides to just speak. "Jack? C'mon, tell me if you're still around."
BREAK ME OFF A PIECE OF THAT TRAUMA
ALWAYS
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Dani Rosen \ Alphas
[ her room provided her with all the supplies she could ever dream of to make art with, but dani goes outside for a seat in the garden with just a sketchbook and pencils.
dani isn't shy about her art. if you're walking by, you'll be able to see that yeah, she's drawing one of those perfectly trimmed hedges, but she's added a crow landing carefully on them, making the whole scene look sinister.
this is a hell of a place to be trapped in. too bad her ability doesn't work on herself. ]
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what's the best worst decision you've ever made?
mine was becoming a spy
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Re: Network
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Newt | The Maze Runner (books)
[He really hates these little recording devices. He has no doubt they're tracking every single swipe and stroke that's made, probably watch their conversations as they happen, even when the chats are supposedly private between two people. But it's the easiest way to reach a large number of people at once and right now, that's what he needs.
He refuses to use the video function on the thing. It may be a ridiculous insistence, WICKED will still know his every move, every word, every everything and that's the only thing he doesn't doubt anymore. They're everywhere, they're everyone. Even Tommy was one of them, once. So he refuses to take anyone at face value or to give them more of himself than they've already taken. It's a false sense of control, but a sense of control all the same.
When he speaks, it's with an English accented voice that sounds rougher than what one would expect to belong to the boy of 16 or 17 that he is. There's a heavy dose of bitterness and resignation there, too.]
Oi, name's Newt. Not gonna bother with pleasantries because m'not in the shuck mood for it. The bloody hell is all this?
[He expects a lot of lies. It's all WICKED knows how to do.]
Another Trial when you said they were done? Come on, Janson! Step out of your bloody observation room and come down and FACE ME!
[He hadn't really meant for that to all burst out, it just sort of happened. He's so bitter and angry about everything, he couldn't hold it in.
That's what he'll tell himself.
Because anything is better than admitting the truth.]
[VARIOUS PLACES - A FEW WKS AND 1 EVENT LATER]
He's been here a few weeks, which considering the pace of his life recently really is kind of a long time, but Newt still doesn't trust it. How can he? WICKED has done so many things, is capable of who knows what sort of yet untold things. They said the Trials were over, but that was clearly just another in their list of thousands of lies. He could barely keep up anymore with all the times they had been tricked, so he stopped bothering to try. He just lived in a constant state of wariness and suspicion now. Somehow, it was just easier that way.
Barely a week into being here, everything about the place had changed. He still hardly understood it, or how it worked, but Newt doesn't even have it in him to be surprised by it all anymore. The mansion had disappeared, replaced by a barren wasteland that definitely wasn't The Scorch, but was hot and dry enough to remind him of it all the same. There were weird sort of monsters unlike any he'd ever seen or dared to dream of scattered randomly through the desert-like place, all there to distract them and prevent them from their task of collecting items that would eventually lead to some shelter and another set of tasks, like some sick scavenger hunt.
The whole thing was awful, but it was over in a matter of days and now the mansion was back and everyone went back to their usual business. Newt is still getting a handle on the expansive grounds around them. He likes the gardens in particular, and he goes there and tends to them sometimes, just for the sake of something to do. At least it's a familiar thing, in all the other ugly and different things that have arisen in the last few months. As much as he had always hated it, these days, Newt missed the simplicity of The Glade.
Sometimes, he can be found simply wandering the hallways, though at times it almost seems like he's searching for something. He presses against random bits of the walls like he expects something to happen when he does it. Other times, he likes to browse the library or have some tea in one of the tea rooms. Newt is stubbornly refusing to truly settle here, though. He's learned it does no good to trust anything any more, everything decent will eventually be taken away and replaced with a new sort of horror or test.
hallways
But she is observational as fuck, and when she sees some kid pushing at random bits on the wall, it gets her to raise an eyebrow.]
At least tell me you bought that wall dinner first.
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