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locomo mod acct ([personal profile] locomodo) wrote in [community profile] locomo2021-08-13 04:59 pm

Downtime Log - Intro


Log 01 Downtime Intro
Maybe you were walking to class, or riding into battle, or at your father's funeral, or gazing into the abyss as you brush your teeth and think about your waning youth. Maybe you're from 1000 years ago, or the far-flung future. But it doesn't matter how different you are, because all passengers will wake up sprawled on the same floor of the same car...


The Perfectly Average Everyday Normal Train Car
As characters stir from their slumber, they'll notice their new(?) phones vibrating in their pockets. An unread message is waiting for them...

FROM: clownductor one

Welcome to the Existential Express, car #83045029342000001.

[CHARACTER NAME] is currently engaged in Tutorial Mode.

Objectives:
> Read the Existential Express (E2) brochure.
> Access the user directory and send a message.
> Ask one of the other passengers to be your friend.
> Find the exit door.

By completing car objectives, passengers may proceed through the exit and onto the next car.

Thank you for riding with the Existential Express. Please enjoy your journey into the great unknown.

>>>>SUBJECT: New Passengers
How is that? I attempted to make it sound welcoming.


The message, strangely, cuts off there. The brochure goes over all the basic 'what is a train' questions people may have, but nothing else.

However, characters may find that the exit door is locked until they complete the objectives, so it's icebreaker time! On the bright side, it seems this is a dining car, so there's a few nice plates of treats and a bar that magically serves beverages when people make orders. The exit door will be locked until the objectives are complete! (Please see OOC notes below for more details.)

In any case, when they unlock the door and move on through the exit, there is a walkway to the next car. Please watch your step, and check out the FAQ for more details on trying to leave the train!

Immediately proceeding the intro car is...


The Land of Corginia Car
As characters enter the car, their phones will notify them of a new objective…

> Lend a helping paw.



Because this historical city is occupied with... dogs! Mostly corgis. They are smart, verbal, and very good boys and girls. The dogs are happy to play with anyone, and will also help passengers get to anywhere they want to go. The car itself is basically Rome, with low doorways and ceilings.

And because corgis do have short legs and zero thumbs, they will sometimes need and ask for assistance. For example, you and a partner may need to help the corgis cross a river, give them belly rubs, or reach a ball on a high shelf. They are easily distracted, squirmy little babies and will make life very difficult, but they're just so darn cute!


The Museum Car
(tw: body horror)

As the characters enter the car, their phones will notify them of a new objective…

> Complete yourself.



As passengers enter this car, they'll find themselves feeling notably lighter. This might be because they're suddenly missing a leg, or perhaps an arm, or their eyes, or tongue. Whatever it may be, a part of them has been taken away. There's no pain, or danger to their lives from the missing part, it simply isn't there.

It's been whisked away and hidden somewhere in the musty old museum that they've found themselves in. Luckily, it's currently closed, so there's nothing stopping them from raiding everything in sight! The displays span all manner of topics, from history to biology to space. Passengers might even find displays on familiar historical events or persons from their home worlds as they search—the collection is seemingly endless! Just watch out, because sometimes objects (and body parts) will come to life and lunge through the glass at anyone who walks a little too close.

NOTE: Characters can snipe items from the display cases in the museum! However, they'll discover the items are actually toy replicas made of flimsy plastic. They're completely non-functional and will break if handled too roughly.


The Birth of the Wind Car
As the characters enter the car, their phones will notify them of a new objective…

> Collect all the korogu seeds.



The world that lies ahead of the passengers is vast and lush; a spectacle of nature that spans snow-capped mountains, dense forests, deserts, and lakes. Aside from unusually large and extremely territorial fauna (1, 2, 3), the car appears devoid of any signs of civilization, and passengers might think themselves completely alone…

… Until they hear the tinkling of a bell, and a cheery, "yahaha!" in the distance. Upon closer inspection, the car is in fact populated by small, wooden creatures known as korogus (here). They hide at the tops of trees and mountains, on lone islands in large lakes, and under rocks. Once a passenger stumbles across their hiding place—whether knowingly or otherwise—they'll appear in a puff of magic holding a golden korogu seed. Simply finding them isn't enough for them to hand over the precious item however, and they'll require passengers to offer up one truth in exchange for a seed. And don't bother lying, they'll give you a solid bonk on the head and disappear if you do!


Numbers
Numbers! Everyone starts with one that glows on their bodies — as a fun thread mechanic, we suggest they're somewhere visible, but it's up to you!



Because while this is not IC knowledge yet, numbers are determined by how troubled your character is. This may be based on their past actions and crimes, but also alienating habits, regrets, personality flaws, trauma, etc — a higher number does not necessarily mean they're a bad person, but it may signify a difficult time in their life, or substantial personal issues.

Numbers change as characters work through their issues... which we'll cover next time! However, for this log, please note that numbers will remain static. They may flicker or warp occasionally, but don't worry about them going up or down for the intro! As a bonus, numbers can glow in any color you would like.


OOC Notes
Car Order: While the cars are linear and in the order shown, characters can freely move between these four cars for the next three weeks — players may assume 1:1 IC:OOC time ratio.

Locks: Passengers may follow other characters out of cars after they've been unlocked — so in general, players can assume optional cars on downtime months are unlocked if they don't want to play in them. Likewise, if your character ICly would not participate in a car but you still want to play with those prompts, you can assume they're locked in and must complete objectives. Feel free to pick and choose what you'd like to play from any downtime log!

Update: We will also have a small update in the coming weeks — the setting won't change, but there will be a few more (optional!) aspects to play with later.

Feel free to direct questions to our Discord help channel. Welcome to Locomo, and have fun!





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sulahnan: (2)

Well Hi

[personal profile] sulahnan 2021-08-13 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
I. The No Good Very Bad Normal Train Car (first come, first serve; group threads welcome)
[ There are undoubtedly some passengers who are familiar with the concept of a phone, familiar with the buzz of technology, but when Tessa -- sprawled on the floor likely with her limbs draped over the two or three nearest people to her -- feels something moving in her ridiculous elfy wedding dress, she yelps and leaps to her feet like hot embers were just lit under her ass. Once on her feet she regrets the sudden movement, one hand flying to clap against her forehead and the other still fumbling to find the source of the buzzing. ]

Fuck--How much did we drink, Adi? [ She cracks an eye open in the harsh, artificial light, her fingers finally curling around the device tucked inside the bodice of her dress. She pulls it out to peer at it. What the fuck? She gives it a shake. ] The fuck is this?

[ That's when her attention is called to the rest of the train car. Loud noises, weird smells, the sickening feeling of moving without moving her feet... She might vomit. The most reasonable thing to do in this situation, it seems, is to lay back down.

So that's what she does, promptly after dropping the phone and watching it vibrate across the floor for exactly two seconds. ]


Wake me up when whatever the fuck this is stops happening.
Edited 2021-08-13 23:43 (UTC)
lavishes: (013)

jester lavorre | critical role

[personal profile] lavishes 2021-08-13 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
THE PERFECTLY AVERAGE EVERYDAY NORMAL TRAIN CAR — ( no limit | voice )

[ Hi! Hello! A few minutes after the first message from clownductor arrives, the device buzzes again. There's an incoming call from @ sapphire — who could that be? For anyone that makes the mistake of picking up their phone, they are met with a very bubbly, heavily accented voice: ]

Hi! Okay so I'm still not really sure what a train is but I guess it's like a really big carriage that takes people places? In which case that's really cool but I was kind of in the middle of something when it showed up and now I'm here, or something. Anyway this rectangle thingy told me I should talk to people here so —

[ Are you really going to continue letting her talk? ]

THE LAND OF CORGINIA — ( limit: 2 | action )

[ So, theoretically, this should be a very peaceful land. And it is, save for one particular little spot, just around the corner of a building, where a few corgis seem to be gathering around. For anyone who follows the ruckus, they just make it to the edge before there's a hiss and a bark and a— ] Sprinkles, wait! You can't just—

[ And zoom! A streak of red bursts from the crowd of corgis, disappearing around the corner of the building. Quickly following the streak is a very blue tiefling, eyes wide and face flushed, as she stumbles past the crowd of tiny doggos. There's a pause as she realizes that she's not alone ( finally! not a corgi! ) and she shouts, frantic: ]

Why are you just standing there?! Chase after him!

THE BIRTH OF THE WIND CAR — ( limit: 2 | action )

[ In other shenanigans™ Jester gets up to — this time she's glaring right at a floating korogu, who seems to be humming and haahing at something. Curious? Wanna avoid trouble? Too late, Jester's noticed you. ]

Hey! Wait! Wait! Can you please tell — what was your name again? Brandon? — Brandon that pastries in Nicodranas definitely have cinnamon on them, and that's a truth, so he should give me his little magic ball thingy? [ C'mon, there's no way she's not telling the truth. She would never, ever lie in her life, ever. You're gonna agree with her, right? ]

WILDCARD — ( ??? )

[ you know the drill — i'm happy to write starters if you can give me a prompt! or if you wanna hash things out, feel free to give me a poke on discord 💞 ]
Edited 2021-08-13 22:05 (UTC)
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Lucretia | The Adventure Zone: Balance

[personal profile] 7edacted 2021-08-13 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)
A. We are really making friends on this train
[It's not the first time Lucretia has woken up in a new place. The train is different though. The buzzing bit of technology in her pocket is new too, and it takes a few moments, but soon enough she gets the typed instructions, which she reads with furrowed brows.

Make a friend. Hm.

Looking around for someone who seems to be having trouble with the device, they'll have an older women clearing her throat beside them. Despite the fact she only figured it out a moment before, there's no reason she can't be helpful. With her hand that isn't holding her white oak staff, she points – her other hand bearing the number 508.
]

I believe you have to press the little glowing icon.


B. Has OSHA cleared this?
[Lucretia isn't sure what she's expecting as she leaves the first cart but the first step outside nearly takes her breath away. Endlessly high up and moving at a high rate of speed, and it's clear that they're not in Neverwinter anymore Toto.

The wind buffets her long blue cloak and she steps back to hold onto the doorframe that she just exited. And for a second her expression is. Afraid. Wide eyed and staring at the world around her like something must be wrong. It's not until she realizes that there's someone that's stepped outside with her that she clears her throat and takes a deep breath, schooling her expression into mere incredulity.
]

It's... larger than I expected.


C. No dogs on the moon
[Settling on one of the grassy, rolling hills, Lucretia sits down, setting the Bulwark staff in her lap and she closes her eyes to focus on a spell. Which is quickly interrupted by a puppy that starts licking the back of her hand. Then another and a third one joins in before she feels a smile finally pull at the edges of her mouth and she gives a weary sigh.

She pats the dog on the head, making room for it in her lap.
]

Alright. Ten minutes, but then I need to get back to my spell.

[And that's where you'll find her, up to an hour later. It's the barks of the dogs that alert her to another's presence and she sits up straighter. Yep, definitely working on casting her spell now!]


D. Wildcard
[Feel free to hit me with anything, including the other train cars! Or if you want a custom starter poke me on discord at Jessa#4375 and I'll getchu.]
Edited 2021-08-13 22:19 (UTC)
oomfies: 𝑜𝑜𝓂𝒻𝒾𝑒𝓈 (💚 pioneer.)

lottie person | snotgirl

[personal profile] oomfies 2021-08-13 10:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Ⅰ. "𝙉𝙊𝙍𝙈𝘼𝙇" 🚂
a. [ This is hell. She must be in hell. What is this message? Ask someone to be her friend? Ask any of these people with her to be her friend?? What's even going on? Who is the Clownductor? Are there multiple?? How many people can see the crusty drool marks on her face from sleeping??? ]

Oh my god.

[ It's clear Lottie is beginning to freak out, feels her palms start to sweat and feels painfully out of place, and everything is just so loud and a lot. Her hands tremble faintly, her knees are shakey and she's entirely distracted when she starts to walk aimlessly and crashes into someone else. Probably someone just as confused, or maybe someone with a tray of food or a drink - regardless, she smartly starts, ]

Uhhh, [ Her nose twitches, her face briefly scrunching up as a hand moves to her nose. ] I gotta - excuse me?
b. [ Optionally, you are the poor sap Lottie has decided to message, and you get a very interesting and life changing message consisting of: ]

UN: lottieperson
heyyy :)
what's up?


Ⅱ. 𝙇𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙊𝙁 𝘾𝙊𝙍𝙂𝙄𝙉𝙄𝘼 🐶
[ Just another day in the Land of Corginia! And another day of her hiding away in her cute little Rome home and exposing herself to the public for a few minutes at a time. But today.. Is different. She's secluded herself inside a building where a friendly corgi (out on her lunch), specializes in designer dog bowls.

..And sadly, she isn't alone. Frankly, it's a miracle that she's even been found - Lottie has made sure to hide away wherever she can, away from the people, but especially from the dogs. If anyone has bothered to approach her to complete a task, she has said 'Excuse me!' and furiously ran away as fast as her heels can take her. Now, kneeling inside this fancy little building, it becomes a little clear why she's been hiding.

Her nose is red, and so are her eyes. She's sniffling and clearing her throat, and her eyes are watery when they aren't spilling tears down her cheeks. Her back is to the doorway as she opens a bottle of medication, looks inside and then brings up the empty bowl and sighs heavy. ]


Fuck. Please tell me they have faucets.

[ She's about to sigh heavier when she finally notices you, and lets her jaw drop - panics enough to bring her hands, still holding her things, to cover her face as best she can. Defensively, and with a big dash of fright, she says: ]

We're busy!!


Ⅲ. 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙈𝙐𝙎𝙀𝙐𝙈 👣
[ Guess who waltzed in and suddenly lost her hand? And guess who, after five minutes, only just noticed it when she went to grab her new train phone? The girl who is currently screaming between a beefy leg on display and a dusty old bell. ]

Ew, ew, ew!! Ew ew ew ew! I touched it! The nub!!

[ Not on purpose!! But definitely on her thigh. Lottie is two seconds away from passing out, or vomiting, and it's especially hard to tell with the way she sways between display cases. In the end, she settles on the bell, too busy sweating up a storm to notice the leg in front of her wiggling its toes threateningly. ]

Oh my god! I can't take selfies with my left hand. I can't! I just can't!

Ⅴ. 𝙒𝙄𝙇𝘿𝘾𝘼𝙍𝘿 🎴
[ or hit me with anything else! if you want a starter feel free to hit me up on disco and i'll happily whip it up!! and as a general note, lottie's number (516) is smack dab on her throat! ]
sulahnan: (6)

The Land of Corginia

[personal profile] sulahnan 2021-08-13 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Tessa leaps to standing from her crouch, having been mystified by what could have been a wolf once but looks very far removed in its present state. She looks around, clocking the tiefling and nodding, following first and asking questions later.

Literally. ]


Wait, who are we chasing?!
shiftybladesofcray: (055)

Toko Fukawa (cw: mentions of self-harm)

[personal profile] shiftybladesofcray 2021-08-13 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
A) THE PERFECTLY AVERAGE EVERYDAY NORMAL TRAIN CAR

[Toko only has to take one look around the car to come to a conclusion. This is a complete nightmare.

The spread is tantalizing. The ambience? Nostalgic. The invitation itself was cordial, if quirky. Nothing seems amiss.

Except everything is amiss. Toko is no stranger to waking in unexplained places — that only means she's all the wiser. This luncheon is mere set dressing. Treats thrust between the cage bars. She won't fall for it. Who do they think they're kidding, after branding them? Like livestock! She glances down at her leg, bare thigh exposed by the ripped slit in her old school uniform. There, glowing berry stain purple below the hand-carved tally marks, encased in brackets. 1037.

Disgusting. Toko pulls the skirt a little to the side, but it's no use. The rip is too wide and high, and the safest place it'll sit is square over the marks. Just what she needs, more reasons to be gawked at.

She shuffles closer to the table, teeth gritted, shoulders hunched and taking turns clenching her fingers. Left hand first, then right. She's mortified, unsure who to trust and just where all these freaks came from. Were they filming some medieval movie? Performing at a theme park?

When another patron reaches for a bite of food, she finally speaks up.]


Are you seriously going to eat that?


B) THE MUSEUM CAR

[This. This is just proving her point. Worse, it's scaring her witless.]

Memories are one thing. [She mutters shakily, righting herself on the wall of the car. Right, right, up we go.] Th-this...how do you steal part of a body?

[Is she dreaming? Is this a simulation? Ooooh, she hopes not, she hates video games. They're all so gaudy and loud and the women are all huge sluts, the men are all mindless meat-heads with guns. And if she were stuck in one, anything could happen. Anything is happening, because she's missing her fucking leg.

They didn't even have the decency to take the one with the number on it.]


Unnnnnnngh....Mrrrrrrgh.... [She can't help it. She moans and whines under her breath and tries to look at each display only briefly, it's all so revolting. Lucky she doesn't faint so often anymore, she'd be in real trouble if she passed out now. Is her leg supposed to be in one of these—]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH!!!

[And down goes Toko, taking a stand with a severed hand down with her.

Can you blame her, considering just what's in the glass case just ahead?]



C) THE BIRTH OF THE WIND CAR

A truth?

[The leaf-masked....leprechaun nods. (That isn't right, is it a kobold? No, those were also too much like gnomes. A Kodama? A Kijimuna? Ugh, this was so annoying.) It hops from foot to foot and lords the seed over its stupid head.

Toko hisses, hands up and strangling thin air.]


Why should I t-tell you anything?! How dare you!! You can't just ask for personal details from someone you just met! H-how's this for a truth, huh? Water is wet. There! Now give me the seed!

[It declines.

Which is how Toko finds herself on the ground, wrestling a tree child for a single serving of bird food.]


HAND IT OVER, YOU N-NOSY WOODEN INGRATE!


D) WILDCARD

[Surprise me, land a request on me, whatever you want baby. I'm down to clown. My DMs are wide open.]
Edited 2021-08-14 00:04 (UTC)
lavishes: (014)

[personal profile] lavishes 2021-08-13 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Oh, good! She's following! This elf-lady is very much a woman after Jester's heart. Her expression brightens visibly as she continues to run, skidding around the corner and yelling for— ]

Sprinkles?! It's okay! You're okay, stop running— [ No dice. Guess they're still chasing after her. ] It's my weasel! Corgis— might be bad friends for weasels—

Go this way! [ As she points to the other side of a building. Maybe they can corner him. ]
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II

[personal profile] 7edacted 2021-08-13 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's noise that draws her into the building. Non-puppy-sounding noises which, dogs are fine but there's only so much conversation you can get with one. But before she can politely announce her arrival, the other woman notices and Lucretia's first instinct is to apologize, because clearly she's walked into something inappropriately but. As far as she can tell all that's in here is a random human woman who wasn't doing anything suspicious in the moments that Lucretia was unnoticed. Nothing any more suspicious than freaking out and trying to hide her face.

Lucretia holds her hands up, showing that she means no harm.
] I didn't mean to intrude on anything, there's no need to panic- [!] Are you crying?
sulahnan: (5)

[personal profile] sulahnan 2021-08-13 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
A weasel! I know what that is! [ Jury's still out on corgis. ] I'm on it!

[ But on it doesn't mean following your instruction. Tessa does turn and start sprinting very fast, but instead of running around the building she hops on top of it to reach the far corner quicker. ]

You want this thing alive, right?
vadarta: (pic#15082728)

hi

[personal profile] vadarta 2021-08-13 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 'Adi' is, in fact, only some five feet away, having hauled himself to his feet already and only just exiting the dumbfounded staring stage. Excitement is next on the list as he realizes how thrilling it is to find himself somewhere unknown and surrounded by strangers. He usually can't manage to drink enough to make that happen. ]

Tessa, get up.

[ That comes with a nudge from his very fancy dress shoe, having slid back over to her again. He doesn't have time to look down at her and make sure it was a gentle nudge, he's busy trying to take it all in at once.]

I can't explain any of what's happened and I want to see if they have drinks.
vadarta: (pic#15082765)

i

[personal profile] vadarta 2021-08-13 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Vanadi does in fact have a tray of drinks; that had been his first priority upon arrival. He's in wildly fancy clothing, all elaborate embroidery and shimmering gold sash overtop deep, rich blue — which might make him look like wait staff, what with the drinks at the ready.

Or at least, formerly at the ready. Post collision one has sloshed onto a fancy sleeve, and another's fallen off the tray entirely. He arches both brows at her.
]

You're excused. But barely.
sulahnan: (Default)

howryanow

[personal profile] sulahnan 2021-08-13 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She slaps at that fancy shoe until it goes away and then whines up at Vanadi from the floor. ] Stop it! I don't want to have to think about any of this yet. This stupid thing was in my bloody armpit!

[ The phone, she means, and explains as much by lobbing it blindly at Vanadi. ]
vadarta: (pic#15082760)

notsobadnyou

[personal profile] vadarta 2021-08-14 12:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's not so bad a lob for a blind one, and Vanadi, having not yet discovered his own phone, catches it with some interest. ]

Mm. Tragedy. [ Is it? Probably depends on what this thing is. Whatever, he pockets it. ] Come, get up! If I can find the drinks then you can also have a drink, and that will make everything better.
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sylvain | fe:3h (cw: body horror)

[personal profile] philandery 2021-08-14 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
i. TUTORIAL DATE

[ Don't mind this 6'1" redhead suddenly invading your personal bubble. He's not in a particular rush to move to the next car, but he's a social pest by nature and it just so happens he thinks you're pretty cute, or in need of company, or both. (Or maybe he's addressing another passenger entirely and you've overheard him, that's fine too!) ]

You got the same weird message, right? [ He waves around his smartphone by way of explanation. He has no idea what it is he's holding, except that it spits out text like a magical book. ]

Whaddya say? [ Here, he takes a friendly step closer, putting on the most "effortlessly charming" smile he has. ] How about we get to know each other a little better over dinner and drinks? On me, of course.

[ A facetious wink, because obviously he hasn't paid a lick for anything in this car... ]

ii. BODY HORROR
cw: please watch out for this one if it's not your jam!

[ The first change Sylvain notices is, well, everything. His vision goes out abruptly, a plummet into darkness that kicks his instincts into overdrive. A sharp breath he doesn't actually take, because there suddenly isn't any air moving in or out of his system. (There's no pain, no searing loss of oxygen in his lungs, and yet he still feels like he's being suffocated.)

The noise of alarm he makes is a terrible buzz in his throat, and when he reaches up to inspect his face, he finds it's missing. The front his skull is rendered flat, the blank canvas of his skin stretched over smooth bone.

(His face is on display somewhere in the museum, nestled between several other decorative masks of unknown origin. Problem is: do you know what he looks like?)

Sylvain's second order of business, after abject horror and panic, is to blindly crash into the passenger closest to him, with another throttled grunt of surprise. ]


iii. YAHAHA!

[ After a no good very bad time in the museum car (and finally being reunited with his face), Sylvain is taking a breather. He's picked the nicest napping spot he can find, which happens to be under the generous canopy of one of the few trees dotting the open fields.

Somewhere above him, a lively yahaha sounds, but he seriously cannot be assed to deal with any more bullshit at the moment. He'll wave his hand at your character, bestowing them the honor of collecting whatever golden seeds are up there with a yawn. ]


's aaall yours.

[ Not enough excitement? Maybe he's already asleep, and there's a menacing creature that's closing in... And/or perhaps he unconsciously tries to tug your character down to join him in for some impromptu cuddling... (haha just kidding... unless?) ]

iv. WILDCARD

(( CYOA! ))
fluxing: (( 15. ))

normal car;

[personal profile] fluxing 2021-08-14 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
Well, yeah. It’s tacos. The best taco is a free one!

[ Her first conversation is with a wanted criminal from his world. He wasn’t sure he ended up and honestly was wondering if he was still tripping. That might explain one reason why he doesn’t seem distressed about being here— he thinks it’s all fake.

One of his pointed ears perk backwards and towards her in case she wants to say something else. He doesn’t exactly look 100 percent human, it seems. His number— 522– is on the palm of his hand and glowing green.

Almost just to gauge her reaction, he flicks his forked tongue out for a little taste and shrugs, taking a bite. He chews, slowly, crunching and then swallowing. ]


See? Nothing to worry about. Perfectly—

[ cough… COUGHCOUGH ]

Oh.. oh my god I don’t feel well.

[ Now he’s clenching his stomach. DONT PLAY PRANKS ON PEOPLE YOU JUST MET, JACK.. ]
vadarta: (pic#15082769)

a very normal train car

[personal profile] vadarta 2021-08-14 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ The excitement of the moment has worn off a little, and Vanadi has remembered the most pressing fact of the moment: he's really super hung over. So this call has him wincing and leaning away from his phone, which ... gives Jester plenty of time to keep going. And going. Okay, this isn't going to stop on its own, is it?

He braves pulling it in again, and, in an affronted grumble:
]

Stop, just stop, good gods. Who are you?
sulahnan: (Default)

notsobad

[personal profile] sulahnan 2021-08-14 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
Ugh, fine. Help me up.

[ Eyes still shut, she lifts her arms for Vanadi to haul her up by. ]
vadarta: (pic#15082727)

[personal profile] vadarta 2021-08-14 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ Which he does, of course, in the name of getting going. The excitement fades only a little when hauling her to her feet twinges the reminder of his hangover headache, but he brushes it aside. ]

Look at this, have you ever seen anything like— [ He cuts himself off, then laughs. ] No, of course you haven't. But I haven't seen anything like it, and that's saying something.
sulahnan: (7)

[personal profile] sulahnan 2021-08-14 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
You hadn't seen anything like me, either.
Edited 2021-08-14 00:25 (UTC)
vadarta: (pic#15082739)

[personal profile] vadarta 2021-08-14 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ He flips a hand, dismissive. ]

Nor had anyone else, it hardly counts. [Is that ... a bar? It looks like a bar, and bodies are starting to collect around it. He reaches to take up one of her hands and gives it a tug. ] I haven't spotted the other two about, but there's time still to dig them up.
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[personal profile] lavishes 2021-08-14 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
He's red! [ An important distinction. Most weasels aren't red, probably. At least out of the ones she's seen, which means it's probably true. Her existential crisis over weasels is interrupted when her new friend decides to jump a whole-ass building. ]

Whoa—! You just— that's so cool?! [ Wait did she say something? ]

Wait— no! Yes! Don't kill him, he's my pet!?! [ IS THIS A GOOD IDEA SUDDENLY SHE IS UNSURE ]
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[personal profile] sulahnan 2021-08-14 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
You think they're...where even are we? [ She trails along beside Vanadi, not bothering to take her hand back as he leads the way to the bar. ] Did your parents hire a wizard to send us to a different dimension?? It doesn't feel like I'm dreaming —

[ She uses her free hand to slap at her face a bit, and when all that does is leave her with a lightly stinging cheek, she reaches out and pinches Vanadi. Hard. ]

Does that hurt?
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[personal profile] neriticism 2021-08-14 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
1. TUTORIAL MODE
[ After a lot of bleak staring at the brochure, and then a lot more bleak staring at the objective list... This might as well happen. Out of one alternate dimension and into another. Why not! Just roll with it. Anyway, maybe you receive a random ping from your phone. ]

Hey. Two birds, one stone. You scratch my to-do list I scratch yours. Mutually beneficial alliance and all that jazz. Let's be besties for the day.

[ Sent... still from the floor. Moving trains are not his friends, man. ]

2. MUSEUM
A.
[ If you're not already inside the next car, if you step across the walkway a little too closely behind Vidal, you might want to take a pause at the door, because one step in and the man keeps on plummeting straight forward. His hands throw themselves out in front of him on sheer instinct, not quite sure whether to catch himself or catch the ledge of a trap door, but they're Ready. ]

[ Too ready. There's no such trap door. Only solid floor that hits his palms hard and he immediately crumples to the side with a bark of pain that really echoes in the hall beyond, curling up to hug his shoulder. ]

[ Groaned mostly to the floorboards, ] Oh, fuck me sideways, fucking— I need a second.

[ Somehow, he doesn't seem to be quite so concerned with the fact that now there's definitely only one of two legs left tangled up in the tails of his overcoat... Ignorance is bliss, huh. Who's gonna tell him. Why is his phone buzzing. There's a lot going on here. ]

B.
[ After a lot of extremely undignified one-legged hopping through the museum and picking around broken glass, Vidal finally makes his way huffing and puffing to a bright and faux-jungle-y pedestal. Some sort of Jurassic taxidermy display if he had to guess. What he couldn't have guessed, however, was the main attraction: an amalgamation of flowering foliage gnarled and twisted around glimpses of clean white bone, cobbled together in the shape of a wolf? A bear, maybe? Whatever it is (or was..?), it's frozen in a rear onto its hind legs, well over 10 feet tall. ]

[ Even less dignified is the startled almost-duck that the impressive statue elicits, which turns into more of a violent wobble until he catches himself half-crouched on the nearest display case. Meant to do that, yep. ]

You gotta be kidding me, [ he mutters, glaring up at the thing, until the sight of a human leg clamped in its jaws—still wearing what is unmistakably his missing red-soled shoe—turns the glare into a downright sneer. ] Oh you are kid-ding me!

[ THIS IS JUST INSULT TO INJURY. ]

3. KOROGUS OR NOT
[ It's really not often that he gets distracted from a good (or rather, very stupid, but apparently very necessary) task at hand. He's found one of the jingly wooden brats and bared his soul (and that's between him, the little fella, and god) to get his hands on one of those golden seeds, stuffed into the pocket of his overcoat thrown over an arm. Now he's too busy being very still and peering over the precipice of a short but rather steep drop-off, and watching one of those positively massive silver lynels prowling across the plain below. ]

[ Do some habits die hard? Yes. Is it just one majestic motherfucker?? Also yes. He's got his phone out to shoot some pictures either way. And maybe to take some notes. Please don't sneak up on him. For the love of god, don't be loud. ]

[ Though for the record, there is a bright green glow glinting right at the base of his neck, visible through the collar of his shirt. Little hard to find your number when it's on your back, isn't it? Maybe he just didn't get one of those, huh? Weird... ]

[ Anyway, under his breath... almost like a vet talking to a kitten: ] What'cha got for teeth, there, buddy? Give us a smile.

4. WHATEVER
If u want smth specific just @ me I'm dying squirtle.
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[personal profile] vadarta 2021-08-14 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ Vanadi snatches his hand back away from hers like she's suddenly red hot, and delivers a wounded look as he rubs the offended arm. ]

No. [ Yes it fucking did. ] But I felt it, we're not dreaming. Let it be said I wouldn't put the different dimension gambit past my parents, however.
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[personal profile] sulahnan 2021-08-14 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ Instead of answering, Tessa leaps back off the roof to the corgi-sized street below, where there ought to be a weasel, surely.

But there isn't one. Not even a red one. ]
Fast fuckin' weasel, eh? C'mon, this way!

[ Off she goes again, seemingly led by some innate sense of where to go. ]