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Downtime Log - 04
Log 04 - Downtime
Outcome to The Mine Car
And so, Minecraftia is saved! Overall, characters opted to focus on closing the mines. Passengers will receive a summary of their results on their phone (though there's still no sender), and will see it play out around them.
- With the deep mines closed off, the fungus responsible for the plague will no longer escape to the surface. Thanks to your thorough efforts, the dynamite has exposed new silver ore and treasure that the townsfolk can live off of, and the ancient mole civilization has also been laid to rest. They pass along this message:
- Totally radalicious for ya to do us a solid like that bros. You wouldn't believe how bad those acid spores were harshin' my buzz. See ya on the flip side. Cowabunga, dudes!
- Mayor Chadsef has been slain. The people of Minecraftia are grateful that his devious plots have been revealed, but are unsettled by some of your behavior. They are left without much leadership.
- Continue to fulfill objectives. Do not dwell on completed cars.
Though passengers can stay in Minecraftia for a while, the exit door is now open! Because presumably some of them killed and ate Chadsef, the denizens will eventually chase them out for being weirdos.
Numbers: All numbers will change as a result of this log. Overall, those who focused on the mines will see their numbers go down, and vice versa. However, this is character-driven: a character that went to the mines solely to loot for treasure may still see their number go up, and likewise, those that attacked Chadsef may still see their numbers go down if it coincides with character growth.
Illness: Those who fell ill will have lingering effects, but the plague will clear without exposure to the spores. Symptoms can fade as quickly or slowly as players wish.
Then, as characters exit Minecraftia, they will receive another new message.
FROM: clownductor one
Well, that was unexpected.
Regular train cars will now resume. Please note that to end your journey aboard the Existential Express, the numbers located on your body must go down to zero. Indulging in your bad habits will cause your number to increase indefinitely and infinitely. Do not think of it as a prison sentence, but...
...A journey along the railroad of self improvement.
And from here on out, we're back to our regularly scheduled downtime log! Good work, everyone!
The Dinosaur Car
As characters enter the car, their phones will notify them of a new objective…
That's not really an actionable objective, but you probably don't have much time to worry about it because in this car… there are dinosaurs! They seem to be engulfed in a vicious turf war between bickering herbivores and carnivores, and in the middle of the fighting is a flock of baby dinosaurs separated from their parents. :( Their size easily dwarfs the passengers, but compared to the adults, they're small and helpless and could use someone to take them back to their dens.
Unfortunately, not all the babies are cooperative. Some have no sense of danger, and others have too much sense of danger. While others won't stop crying, and some have decided that you're their new mother! Navigating them through the bickering adults won't be an easy task.
All carnivores except velociraptors have poor senses, so they'll only see you if you move. The herbivores will largely leave you alone... because they won't notice your presence at all, and will stomp on you with no reservations. Both sides will react poorly to violence against their own, so be prepared to run or fight if you're the hack-and-slash type. That said, these oversized reptiles are no pea-brains, and may actually be open to diplomacy…
The Crystal Car
As the characters enter the car, their phones will notify them of a new objective…
The inside of this car is peaceful and #aesthetic — everything is made of varying types of crystal, geodes, etc, and the pink sunlight glitters across every surface. What does this have to do with the objective? Nothing! Not everything in life has a meaning, you know?
However, there is one particularly shiny crystal not far from the door here, with a few fairly obvious hand-shaped indents. When touched, the crystal will shimmer and shine to an emotional song. But not just any song — it has to have sentimental value to the singer. That's right, you can't just pick the classiest tune of your Sp*tify to pretend you have good taste to your friends. This is about a mother's lullaby, or the horrible mix tape your first boyfriend made you, or the randumb song you made up with your friends as a kid. Once the crystal is satisfied with your performance, the exit door will open.
The Otome Car
As the characters enter the car, their phones will notify them of a new objective…
The assorted NPCs of this neo-noir world are occupied with solving grisly murders. Passengers will find themselves in roles such as jaded private investigator, lackadaisical forensics tech, vigilante hacker, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed dame, etc... but more importantly, above every character's head is what looks like a progress bar.
When someone encounters another passenger, the bar will fill up according to how much they trust and/or like them. (Yes, this will out anyone who's been sneaky or dishonest about their feelings.) In order to fill this 'trust gauge' to max, characters must pick the right dialogue options with each other (i.e. not piss each other off, flatter one another, etc. You may also interpret this as literal otome dialogue prompts, if you like), or otherwise convince all the NPCs that they care for each other. Maybe it's by holding hands, or fake dating, or pretending Wheatley is your beloved son orb (sorb).
Once both bars are completely full, characters will abruptly discover the murderer was the cop all along. They'll receive a bag of Sn*ckers for their detective work. Good end! If characters do poorly at this get-along task, they may get various Bad Ends, which will usually result in them nearly dying (or actually dying) before starting over from a previous checkpoint. Successive bad ends will turn more and more ridiculous over time.
The GBBO Car
As the characters enter the car, their phones will notify them of a new objective…
Upon entering the car, passengers will find themselves in a large tent. The tent contains rows of baking stations, equipped with ovens and a variety of kitchen equipment. Along the sides of the tents are fridges and freezers, and at the back of the tent is a pantry which will manifest any ingredient a passenger can think of. As passengers bake however, they'll find that they need to work together as access to the gadgets and ingredients is split between individuals. Whether it's the oven refusing to start, or eggs consistently slipping from their grasp, passengers will need to rely on a partner regardless of skill level. Characters that try to work on their own will consistently end up with a terrible tray of brownies, no matter what they're trying to bake.
Passengers will have 3 hours to create the dish listed on their station before being subjected to the scrutiny of celebrity judges: Haul Pollywood and Bary Merry. Ready... set... bake!
The Hand Holding Car
As the characters enter the car, their phones will notify them of a new objective…
Upon entering this car, passengers will find themselves in total darkness. There is nothing around them except, visible by the light of their phones, a single torch. They'll find that they can't light it using magic or matches, and that it only blazes bright when they hold the hand of another passenger. As soon as that contact is lost, the torch will go out.
There is no path or indicators as they trek forward—nothing but the black nothingness, their fellow passenger and the torch. But eventually, whispers. A cold sensation crawling up their spine, and the sudden, unshakeable fear of the person whose hand they're holding. A voice will warn them of the evil hidden in their partner's heart, the weapons they carry, and describe to them in vivid detail all the ways they could end their life, or worse. There's nothing more terrifying to you than this person, but if you let go, then there's only darkness.
One final catch: this connection goes beyond fear. Characters will find themselves able to read each other's thoughts while holding hands.
The Vacation Car
As the characters enter the car, their phones will notify them of a new objective…
The vast interior of this car is filled with a white, sandy beach. Clear water stretches as far as the eye can see, and the shoreline is dotted with everything you'd find at a popular boardwalk: food stands, cool drinks, tacky swimsuit huts, a brightly lit ferris wheel. Vendors don't accept money, but will gladly share their goods in exchange for good deeds. The beach is open to all, and sports all manner of coral and sea creatures.
(This may include flying sharks and giant octopi.)
And to top it all off, there's an enormous seaside spa! There are various different rooms, providing all kinds of treats to relax: bathing pools both hot and cool, luxurious showers, wet and dry saunas, lounging areas with refreshing drinks and snacks, and even several outdoor hot springs! Above them is always a clear night sky, with auroras dancing against the darkness if you get lucky. How does this all work in the same climate? Don't worry about it.
The spa is largely autonomous: bathing products automatically replenish themselves, food and drink appears and cleans itself up on its own, and there are somehow always warm towels and fluffy robes. This also means that no one is actually running some of the stations — namely the manipedi and massage rooms — so you may have to lend a helping hand or two.
OOC Notes
Car Order: While the cars are linear and in the order shown, characters can freely move between these six 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. Have fun!
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REX SLOAN/REX SPLODE | INVINCIBLE; THE DOWNTIME CARS
THE OTOME CAR; CW: GORE, THREAD WILL CONTAIN INVINCIBLE-STYLE BRUTALITY
Uh, the fuck? These aren't my normal gloves! Is this stuff latex? That's only cool when it's on someone sexy, shit.
[Not only will that substance create a sticky, gooey mess if he decides to use his powers, but it seems... Inconsiderate? Several people are allergic. What the fuck train? Before he can launch into a monologue about how he has somehow been slotted into a uniform for unfuckable losers, he's "briefed" for his role by a middle-aged man with a receding hairline and coffee breath.
There is a corpse atop an autopsy table, covered in a thin white sheet. A laminated piece of paper lies face down next to it, presumably with more information about the victim. Everything about the room is sterile, and for some with a normal body temperature unlike Rex himself, the atmosphere is chilling.
Quite literally.
With a sigh, Rex begins to tie the strings of the gown behind his back, shoulders slumping while he prepares to mouth off once more.]
Ohhhh, great! A dead guy. Just what I wanted to see! The inside of some rando's chest cavity. Why can't one of these cars come with some kinda, aaah, reward?
[Green eyes drift to the bar above his head, an observation he has the audacity to comment on.]
Instead of oh, say, rigor mortis or this Ready, Player One! bullshit.
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THE HAND HOLDING CAR; SPOILERS FOR ATOM EVE AND REX SPLODE ISSUES #1-#3
He grabs a pebble that's been stored in his utility belt, holding it between his right index finger and thumb, positioning the tiny thing near the helm of the torch. With his left, he flicks the object, and discovers that despite his every effort, no light comes forth. Even worse, the pebble does indeed burst into smoke and the air around it feels hot, and yet...]
Huh?
[He can't see any light. His forearms do not gleam yellow. Usually, he'd swear, but this is just perplexing. What kind of mechanism are they using to dim his powers? Rex feels nothing unusual. It appears as though he apparently can still make things explode, but without all the ceremony of it all.]
Is this like the Olympics but in the middle of a black-out? Damn, I'd rather be blacked out right about now... B-but, h'okay, cool it, Rexy-boy! If this is a 'nastics-based car, you've got this shit in the bag. All ya gotta do is hop, skip, n' jump through all the right hoops aaaaaand-
[Gloved hands return to their normal temperature, and almost uselessly, Rex waves them around until he grabs a random body part of whoever is nearest. Unfortunately for them, he has quite a severe super-grip, although it loosens as he examines the surface, only to immediately release upon feeling, well.
Breathing? Is that... Was that the rise and fall of something-]
Whoa.
[NO, HE'S TOUCHING WHATEVER IT IS AGAIN?! rex sloan is a tactile, meatbrained piece of GarBAGE]
Well, whatever this thing is... I hope it doesn't have any teeth.
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THE VACATION CAR; um near-nudity rip
Finally! This is the kind of car that I can get behind! God! Why aren't more of them like this, huh? Yeesh.
[His gaze hones in on the fancy drinks and snacks immediately.]
Oh my god, is that... Buh-hooze?! Fuck everybody else in this bar, Al-cohol you later, ehehe...
[Booze. He means booze.]
Ooooh, and it's all so beautiful! It's time to get my drink on. Is that sun artificial? 'Cause, I'm pretty sure I'm naturally gifted in the whole tan department, buuuut, if they've got sunscreen...
[He'll be having himself a grand old time. If your character encounters Mr. Splode in this car, he can be found in a variety of locations. First things first, he's going to shower and towel himself dry, using every toiletry product known to man. Shampoo, conditioner, and facial cleanser, and lotion before suntan lotion, oh god. If you catch him in the locker room, he will absolutely be patting himself all over with aftershave, even the places where the sun don't shine.
His final destination will be in the hot springs, where he can be seen lounging about, entirely too comfortable to be submerged completely beneath the hot water. Thankfully, he's opted to put on a pair of red swim trunks, but that is the only article of clothing he's bothered to wear. In this space, he can be seen sipping from the straw of a fruity alcoholic beverage with cucumbers over his eyes. Mud masks are totes going to be an entire thing later, don't ask.]
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SPOOBY!!! CLAUDE
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HORROR AND MISERY AND GHOM-TERROR, CLOSED TO MARK GRAYSON
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sylvain;
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SUSIE | DELTARUNE | INTRO/DOWNTIME
[Did someone leave the doors to dino world open? No it's just Susie, wandering between stations and treating this place like an open buffet rather than a cooking challenge. Sharp, yellow teeth tear open a bag of chocolate chips and she's in the middle of emptying the contents straight into her mouth when she notices that someone is watching her. Eyes bulge and she snarls, turning shoulder to protect her goodies from being taken from her.]
What are you looking at? Go find your own bag.
[On the back of her hand, her number ticks up: 192 Good luck making a good teammate out of her.]
B. Hand holding car
[It's not the first time she's been caught in the dark, and it's a little exciting at first, remembering the way the darkness of the teacher's closet turned into an adventure way better than a day of school. But as she walks deeper into the darkness nothing changes. No trembling floors or hints of a world besides this one (where was she, anyway? Some kind of train?)
Eventually she hears another noise. Footsteps. Why are footsteps making her nervous? She's definitely the scariest thing in the darkness. Right?
Licking her lips, she finally calls out, holding her phone up like a torch in hopes that it will help the other person find her.]
Hey. Someone else there?
C. Beach Episode
[Surrounded by swimsuits and sunglasses, Susie stands out in her long, black coat with tall boots and spiked accessories, long, unkempt hair hanging in her eyes, but... at least it looks like she's still having fun. In her own way. By and large, intimidating vendors into giving her goodies has earned her a nice big ice cream cone and a big beach ball, which she's carrying under one arm. But there's one particularly pushy vendor who insists. Only good deeds.
Ugh.
[After a solid half an hour of eyeballing the people on the beach, she finally randomly decides on a person at random. Soon they will find themselves approached by a six-foot tall teenager glowering down (up?) at them. A few beats of silence and in a stilted voice she says:]
You look... [Uhhh.] Nice?
[IS THIS A GOOD DEED??]
D. WILDCARD
[Give me anything you've got!]
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so why not answer her? )
Hello? ( he hasn't tried to use his phone yet. ) Is... who is it?
( ralsei nervously chomps onto his scarf, already regretting his decision. )
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cal kestis ☆ star wars
▶TWO. GBBO CAR
▶THREE. HANDHOLDING CAR
▶WILDCARD.
GBBO car
When one in particular calls out for help, Lucretia smiles, and makes her way over.]
Wasn't there any cooking in your Jedi training? [Asked good-naturedly, eyes drifting down to the cute little robot that she gives a friendly wave to.]
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Gently rejecting your rejecting your reality and substituting my own
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Vanadi de Vadarta, ota
His eyes go a little wider when he realizes he has company, and before anyone can say anything he throws out a stop flat palm, followed by a finger crushed against his lips. He's looking a little panicked. ]
[ ii: nailed it! ]
What he's made today, though, is his third batch of worse than mediocre brownies. Vanadi stares into the oven with a perplexed frown, wondering how, exactly, the tomato and squash and eggplant have so transformed. He straightens, closes the oven door, and turns to his neighbor: ]
These ovens are magic, no? This is the most useless magic I've ever seen.
[ iii: hello darkness my old friend ]
He's just bumped into — someone. He feels skin and fabric, and that's enough for him. A bump turns into a cling, and (for the first time in his life) any groping isn't intentional. ]
Are you — can you see? [ or has he just gone blind?? god please don't tell him that's the case. ]
[ iv: some R&R ]
He cocks a perfect brow at his visitor, looking skeptical. ]
Are you here to massage me, then?
R&R
Then again, Taako would never ask Lucretia for a massage.]
No. [She deadpans, looking like she might just turn and go, but
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WILDCARD, spoopy times in the vacation car
i appreciate u 🥺
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Fuck It Here's One More Toplevel: dramatic halloween demon edition (cw maybe gore/violence)
sup demon, it’s ya gurl
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cw we gonna get Violent
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crawls in here late
Vidal | original | come at me
[ I will assume that no one wants to thread a 500 comment convincing argument (and if you do, I do not.) so once Vidal gets the gist of the glowy crystal’s parameters, he not only hangs very far back for a hell of a long time, he genuinely has to wrack his brains. He’s not a particularly sentimental person when it comes to the kind of hot garbage pop that constitutes his guilty pleasures. It’s pretty much just noise to him. Nice noise, but still. ]
[ There’s the one that his sister demands they bust out every year for birthday karaoke… Does that count? It does sort of mark one of a couple times a year he ever gets to see her thanks to his over-demanding job… And he’d missed their birthday, by being here. Really missed it. Maybe that’d do. Just… Why does it have to be what it is..? ]
[ After a couple very quiet starts and the crystal giving him a single, extremely unimpressed blink (weak shit, bitch.) and after a lot of glaring back, and after a lot more reckoning with himself that he’s going to die in here… Once the coast is quite clear, he stuffs his airpods in his ears and just fucking goes for it because this one is for the boys with the boomin’ system... ]
[ It’s shower rules. Alone in the car rules. Maybe not quite that loud but it's determinedly unapologetic (cause he is not doing this twice). And for the most part his eyes stay shut, or focused on the crystal that somehow seems like it’s glowing in approval. He just has to get through enough for the damn thing. He can deal with witness disposal later. 🔪 ]
[ ooc: Honestly you're also welcome to hold onto this for blackmail even if you don't tag this one. ]
2. GBBOH-NO
[ Here stands a man who has binged the entirety of Great British Bake-Off. And not only is he genre-savvy, he’s pretty damn good in the kitchen. If we’re being honest, the kitchen is his happy place... So why the fuck does he keep spilling shit like a black-and-white infomercial? ]
[ So far, Vidal’s been moving around the kitchen with an obvious comfort, confidence, and now exponential caution, but things just seem to be finding themselves in the exact wrong place at the wrong time. A fumbled measuring cup here, a bottle clocked with an elbow there. After the third mess or so is quickly and meticulously mopped up off the counter, if he’s flustered he’s hiding it extremely well beneath a steely annoyance. There’s a measuring cup protectively surrounded by several objects now that he’s finally and very deliberately filled with oil, hands steady as fucking stone, and he’s got the bottle upright on the counter, and he’s got the cap on, and— ]
[ Someone somewhere far down the line must’ve hip checked the counter. That or the measuring cup just decides of its own free will to juke its prison and slosh all down the front of the cabinets and drawers. And Vidal vanishes with it, gripping the edge of the counter and dropping to a crouch, sitting on his heels, muffling a scream of frustration behind closed lips and against his knees. ]
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[ He’s just gonna sit here for a minute if you want to point and laugh. ]
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[ If you rightfully decide that it’s absolutely none of your business, eventually he stands up with a deep breath and addresses whoever’s closest (you.) in an unpleasantly calm tone of voice: ]
Can I ask you to measure a couple’a things for me, I’ve been fucking cursed over here.
3. LET’S HOLD HANDS AND TELL EACH OTHER SECRETS
[ Two things about absolute darkness: It’s absolute, and that’s where the really nasty shit hides. And two things about Vidal, he’s both extremely paranoid and extremely good at being quiet when he wants to be. Which is good for both listening and not being listened to. Things that go bump in the night are a serious occupational hazard, after all. His ears aren’t supersonic, but he does stand still for a good long time to listen for more… ominous noises. Strange gaits, slithering, rumbling or clicking. ]
[ … So far, it just sounds like one human(oid) dipshit bumbling around in the dark nearby (or gracefully slinking, I shouldn’t generalize!), so once he can hear them treading close enough to perhaps be within arm’s reach, he pipes up irritably out of dead silence and stillness: ]
Hey, d’you mind?
[ He’s trying to read a room here. He isn’t invisible to super senses, of course, but still. Boo. ]
4. GEOLOGIST BEATEN UP BY ‘ANGRIEST OCTOPUS’ ON BEACH
[ For as bougie as he might be, surprisingly (is it though?), Vidal isn’t a spa person. Spa is a face mask and a long bath in the privacy of your own home, thanks. You think he’s gonna pay for people to touch him?? Or in this case, volunteer??? No!! ]
[ He is, however, more of a beach person than one might expect. As soon as he can reasonably locate some surf leggings and a snorkel, you bet your ass he’s out to sea roaming some coral reefs. Occasionally diving down, keeping his hands respectfully to himself, but peeking around at the swirling clouds of colorful fish, and the eels and octopi buried in tiny crevasses. ]
[ Which goes largely without incident for quite a long while, and maybe that false sense of security is what catches Vidal off guard when an incredibly rude cephalopod takes none too kindly to his prying eyes and latches to his mask at lightning speed. Squirming and kicking, he shoots for the surface, ripping the mask off but—too late, it’s stuck to his arm, crawling back up it with mad determination. ]
You little shit—!
[ And so somewhere not too far off-shore, maybe that man splashing and flailing and shouting obscenities is drowning? Probably not, just engaged in vicious combat. Asshole on asshole violence out here. It’s fine. Go get some popcorn. ]
5. HIT ME
[ Wildcard!! I did mostly silly prompts for myself and will poke my nose into more srs prompts tagging out, but if you want to do Otome or Dinos HMU and we’ll make it happen here and now!!!! ]
3 i want to hold vidal's hand
But considering how nothing else seems to exist in this ever persisting pitch darkness, he keeps it with him for now. Maybe he'll run into the objective's cauldron and, shrugs, throw his phone in it or something.
And then he pauses, head turning to the sides when he hears the sudden voice call out. ]
Hello? [ Give him another sign. ] Can you come toward the light?
[ He waves his little phone flashlight for good measure. ]
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Toko Fukawa/Genocide Jill | Danganronpa
A) JEFF GOLDBLUM'S HEAVING CHEST (Dinosaurs)
[Something has been pursuing you through the underbrush. When you hit a dead end, it emerges. It's not as big as some of the other creatures here, but it's got a hell of a lot of teeth.]
Awwww, is this where you've run off to?
[The creature quivers, tail wagging and spinning around to face the girl sidling out from behind a tree. "MAMA!" it croaks. She thrusts her arms out and it presses its snout into her waiting hands for precious scritches.
Turns out it's just a ten foot tall baby.
The girl, who is half its height and whose tongue hangs from her mouth regardless of what she's doing with it, dips to the side and gives you the once over.]
Oh look! Did my big boy find a snack?
B) NATIONAL LAMPOONS (Vacation)
[Wherever you're headed on the magic of this beachside sojourn, there is a hand snarling in your shirt.]
Hold it!
[The girl accosting you is none other than your adorable murderous fiend in residence, Jill! Not that you might know that yet, haha whoops. She's got a bright smile on her face, though her eyes are a little too intense to just be soaking up the sun.]
Hi there! Sooooo sorry to bother you, but this cheapskate over here— [Her sunniness turns into a sudden snarl, pointing lividly at a humble swimsuit vendor. He raises his hands in surrender and glances to the side like he wants to make a break for it.] —won't sell me a bikini unless I do something "nice."
So! What would you like? Keep it reasonable. Do you prefer legs, or ass? I'd offer to flash some tits if I had any, but you're shit outta luck there.
TOKO
C) YOU KNOW HOW TO WHISTLE DON'T YOU? (Otome)
[Toko, who has felt more ridiculous in her life but still feels pointedly stupid, has been assigned the role of some, uh. Sexy librarian? Sexy computer geek? She'd call herself an out and out old movie dame with her hair piled high in a bun and the cat eye glasses, but the pencil skirt's too short, the knee high boots have spikes on the heel, and her silky blouse is missing WAY TOO MANY BUTTONS. And what for? She's practically all ribs, this is just more humiliation!
What's worse is that in the middle of her (?) library, there's a corpse that's been brutally stabbed to death at its desk.]
No no no no! [Toko's wedged herself in a corner, eyes closed, hand over mouth. Good thing she doesn't faint at blood anymore.] Not again!
[When some intrepid gumshoe approaches, the panic gets even worse.]
IT WASN'T ME! I j-just got here! I have n-n-nothing to do with it! Maybe you're suspicious, you ever think about that?!
[Those relationship bars are likely looking pretty low, partner. Help a girl out.]
D) HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN TO ME.wav (Handholding, melodramatic angst)
[The news about their numbers. Her recent instability. The all encompassing tar of darkness. It's a deadly combination.
Toko's got a litany of phobias, but the biggest has always been the dark. When she steps into this latest car, she is swallowed by it. Her phone barely lights up at all, save for her to find a torch and no matches to light it. Then the battery dies, and there's no one who answers when she calls for help. She'd taken a few blustering steps too many, and now she can't find the door.
Now she's wound up on hands and knees. Shaking, suppressing tears, feeling her way around in pitch black. On top of feeling witlessly terrified (she can't shake the imagery of the Pit and the Pendulum, wondering when she's going to feel the edge of the precipice and tumble to her death), Toko is awash with shame. What kind of a grown woman loses her mind over something so childish?
A worse thought strikes her then: could this be a punishment car? What if you could only pass through if your number was low enough? Like they were weeding out the chafe. It makes sense to get rid of hopeless cases. She can't make up for what she's done — what that bitch has done — and so she's got to rot away here. Alone. Unseeing. There could be anything in here with her.
There could be nothing at all.]
H...hello? [Her voice is small and tremulous. No one had answered before and she hasn't heard the door open, but she has to try. They can't leave her here. It's not fair. It's too dark.] Anyone?
[If they have to leave her, fine, just please don't let her be alone...]
E) WILDCARD, BOTH GALS
((Don't play coy. You know the drill. PM, DM, surprise me, request me, I'm game for it all~))
Jeffy G take the wheel
[ And the can only see movement model of evasion only works as long as the predator doesn't make a lucky bumble almost directly into its prey. Vidal darts through trees and brush like a field mouse flushed from its burrow, break line of sight, he just had to break line of sight and— just like that, there's a steep, rocky outcrop to the left, a knot of gnarled trees impassably thick to the right, converging on a point, and he's skidding to a stop before he wedges himself in too tightly. ]
[ Swearing under his breath, he turns and freezes up again... Not out of pure fear, but something more along the lines of dread as a gratingly familiar voice calls out, and completely transforms the dinosaur's body language into something almost puppy-like at the drop of a hat. ]
[ It shifts his own from flighty to almost hostile, more indignant than it is apprehensive. The lady of the hour, huh. Last they'd met, it had hurt to roll over in bed, now he's light on his feet again, ready to throw down, and she's got a ten foot murder machine nuzzling her hands and vying for pets. ]
[ He had fully intended to approach her with civility the next time he caught wind of her with working legs, but frankly the sheer equal-if-not-exponential power imbalances of their encounters is enough to spark his immediate ire. ]
Oh come on, sister, were the scissors not enough for you?!
you don't want to end up like Sam Jackson
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c we're going full otome
omg i was going to come for you!!!! reaches for your hand!!!
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chloe frazer Ψ uncharted
B. CRYSTAL CAR
C. OTOME CAR
D. HANDHOLDING CAR
WILDCARD.
crystals!
Oh, ah. I typically delegate my musical compositions to others. [Sheepishly, half a joke just for herself, she looks at the fields of crystal around them, then at the missive on her phone. Same as Chloe's.]
If it's just a song though... that isn't too difficult.
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wheatley is here
ii. otome car
iii. hand holding car
iv. vacation car
v. wildcard
my darling sorb
[ And now there's a robot accosting him where he's been standing perched at the mouth of a taped off alleyway, about ready to go harass the beat cops and CSI for information. Vidal gives a disdainful glance up at the progress bar over its jaunty little hat, but he reassembles his expression into something polite before he opens his mouth. ]
No, I can't say I've had a whole lotta luck either... [ But honestly, the bar over his own head might tick up a few percent simply because wow look at this technology. Consider him wanting to know all about you, Wheatley. ] Y'know, I feel like the press and the feds oughta be at each other's throats, but two heads are better than one.
[ (Of course it's the perfect star-crossed
loversbuddy-cops from rival factions plotline!!!!) But he's not entirely sure they're here to play their parts to a T... At least the part they've been given costumes for. He offers a hand to shake. Partners. ](no subject)
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BONUS....HALLOWEEM CHALLENGE
obi-wan kenobi | star wars | ota
OTOME GAME
HOLDING HANDS
THE VENGA BUS IS COMING
WILDCARD
[ hmu anywhere. want to catch him with the dinos? lets do it. want to make him hold your basket of eggs for the bake off? heck yeah. want to text him bc i never put up a texting prompt? yes lets!! ]
Crystal car
She's stopped, looking at one of the tall pink crystals when a voice drifts through the valley of stone and gem. Familiar on the edges and haunting in the relative solitude of the car, Lucretia is drawn toward it, smiling when she sees who is on the other side.
When he's done:] It's a lovely song. [A beat, she clears her throat,] You have a lovely voice.
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[ Tessa can be found pouting at a crystal at any given time in this car. Sitting, squatting, standing with arms crossed or akimbo, pacing around and around the colorful spire jutting barely a foot out of the ground. Periodically she will mutter something to herself, knock her knuckles against her forehead and sigh.
What songs can she sing? Does she remember any? ]
social link, go! [closed: cal kestis]
[ It's time for Tessa to initiate a walk-and-talk sequence, because she's a plucky forensic scientist wearing pigtails and many earrings. When Cal walks past the lab at a brisk pace in whatever role the Otome car has assigned him, Tessa jogs out to catch up and falls into stride beside him. ]
Cal! Hey, so I got those blood samples back from upstate --
burnt alaska
[ If you've been stuck with Tessa as a baking partner, she is so sorry. Her skill level is none, and her ability to taste is even lower. But don't worry -- she can smell when the brownies are burning. ]
vacation all i ever wanted
[ Finally, a proper vacation. A beach! Tessa will be spending the majority of her time on the beach, lounging in a chair or burying her feet in the sand and watching the waves wash over them. Her clothing app gifted her a stylish bikini to wear, which is mostly hidden by her sheer cover-up, but probably more eye-catching is the jagged scars on her back and chest. They almost look like exit and entry wounds, directly over her heart. ]
wildcard
[ the spirit is willing but the brain is short on ideas; feel free to hit me with anyone or anything or reach out on disco if you wanna brainstorm ]
crystal car
Clearing her throat, she approaches from behind Tessa.]
Everything alright, Tessa?
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dimitri / fe3h
When he's inevitably noticed, he points to a small badge on his lapel. ]
I don't mean to intrude, but I'm your 'security detail.' [ he's from a time period of knights rather than police officers; the gist of guard duty is easy enough to grasp, though. ] Or so I'm told.
[ also he's wearing this uniform because cxm is one of two otomes i have played in my life and all i could go off of for writing this car. ]
ii. gbbo car
But he has been soundly defeated by one of the steps here: there is a carton of eggs, where half of them are completely pulverized shell and goop. He has egg on his apron and on his hands, which are braced on the countertop, head hanging with a sigh, defeated. ]
...I'm sorry to have to ask, but could you crack three of these for me?
iii. handholding car
But with that, he offers his hand out. ]
I do not think either of us is meant to struggle through the dark alone. Would you help me?
[ It is an offer framed as a request; it's easier, sometimes, for people to accept help when it's framed as a favor. ]
iv. vacation car
He seems fairly content to wallflower it up, but mostly because he doesn't know what a vacation is, and also he's definitely on the verge of overheating. Help. ]
*. wildcard
i. bodyguard time
[The concept in itself is laughable. Rex is usually the one in that position, especially because while he has been built by the hands of their world's smartest, soulless science fiends, his own status as a former poor and wretched street rat from the lowest dregs of society means he'd never be the one valued enough to be protected as such. Even as a Guardian of the Globe, a protector of the planet, he is expendable.
And nobody will ever let him forget it.]
Oh-ho-ho, man! Never thought I'd see the day. I'd say national security was more my usual thing, but, guess who got promoted to international recently? That's right! Uh, me.
[Rex folds his arms over his chest, giving Dmitri a shameless once-over. He'd have preferred a beautiful woman, but there is something about those blue eyes and the almost princely air about the other boy's blue-blooded features that makes him seem... Is it unattainable or just weirdly cold and distant? Rex will go with unattainable for now, it fulfills the full fantasy.]
Yeah! You'll do.
[this is the toxic masc, somewhat homo way of saying "eh you're cute I GUESS"]
What's with the hair? You go crazy at 2 AM and try to cut those bangs yourself? Fuckety fuck fuck! Who hurt you?
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BAERGHUS i hate it here
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eunyoo | sweet home
[at least this time eunyoo's not throwing baby animals around or at people!! she is in fact not having a great time though!! as evidenced by the baby dinosaur biting the hem of her hoodie, eyes shiny and big as it drags her back (with little difficulty) from wherever she's trying to escape from.]
Let -- go! You stupid -- lizard!!
[she has her bat in hand, but maybe even Eunyoo is having second thoughts on wailing on a tiny (ten foot) baby dinosaur. instead she tries to yank her hoodie back towards her. it's not working.]
A. uWu hand holding...
[at this point Eunyoo's familiar with Objectives and Having To Do Weird Shit In Order to Progress, so it doesn't take much convincing for her to grab the hand of whoever's lucky enough to be stuck with her in this car. (cue eunyoo grabbing sleeves or just walking ahead in total utter darkness for the first fifteen minutes of this thread)
her hand is NOT sweaty (YET), but the discomfort radiating from her is probably clear as day --]
Try anything and I'll kick you in the fucking knee.
[the thought that accompanies that is a very clear image of Eunyoo attempting to not kick her partner's knee, but swing a bat at said knees instead. whatever, it's like the same thing!!]
B. sauna crimes
[Eunyoo's sitting at the edge of one of the outside springs, one leg trailing in the water and the other tucked underneath her. She looks relaxed, maybe even... happy! wow!!
next to her on the floor is a platter with several different glasses all filled to the brim with whatever drinks are being served. Eunyoo picks one up and inspects it carefully and then starts
pouring it into the spring carefully, watching the bright red liquid spiral and then disperse into the waters. really hope no one else is using the spring right now]
ooc: anyway ill write up starters too so hmu
sylvain
Then she takes another look at Sylvain. Hm. The progress bar above her head says 20%, but that's probably the same amount she'd have for anyone else in this car (jk jinwoo's is lower). She adjusts the big flappy grizzled former cop/PI coat hanging over her shoulders.]
How good are you at faking it?
[faking WHAT............]
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u've noticed my double A's....
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kurapika | hunter x hunter | ota
i!
Dimitri isn't rude enough to eavesdrop very often, but in this case it's hard to avoid. It's not a conversation, but a song. Pretty, delicately played, and soothing in a way that would draw anyone who might hear it. Still, he lifts his hands in a placating gesture when he sees Kurapika, who is as thorny as ever.
But he doesn't seem deterred by that, because he's had a lot of practice with Felix, the world's most prickly bastard. Not that he ever made much progress in that department. It keeps his expression rather light though, despite the pointed greeting. ]
I overheard some of it, yes. [ No sense lying. ] It'd be a shame to close one's ears to such lovely music, don't you think?
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handholds... please forgive the length I always do this on tagins...
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sora | kingdom hearts
ii. the gbbo car
iii. the hand holding car
iv. the vacation car.
v. wildcard
iv!
[The girl he's accosted twists, having half-trotted past him in her eagerness to See It All. She's in a bikini, but there's a lazily tied shawl draped over her hips and thighs. He might see a faint purple glow through the sheer fabric, like the numbers on his own body, or a strange holster on the other leg.
You know, if the tongue flapping out of her mouth isn't distracting him too much.]
Are you kidding?! This is a freaking paradise! I've never even been to the beach, I'm losing my mind! Completely lost my marbles! Hey hey hey—
[Whiplash change of subject, here, but she's reaching out to flick at one of his many spikes of hair.]
Geez, aren't you the spitting image of Mako-chi! You're not a Naegi, are you? Huh? You'd tell me if you were, right?
[In her defense, the vibes are damn similiar. That peppy friend-to-all protag energy doesn't hurt, either.]
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im so sorry for these yaoi descriptions, um the beach one
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jack o lantern | original
2. BAE-CATION (CW: NUDITY)
3. NETWORK. un: fuck
3 | un: skywalker
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lottie person ✨ snotgirl
Ⅱ. 𝘽𝙀𝘼𝘾𝙃𝙀𝘿 🏖️
Ⅲ. 𝙃𝘼𝙉𝘿.. 𝙃𝙊𝙇𝘿𝙄𝙉𝙂! 🍑 👏
Ⅴ. 𝙒𝙄𝙇𝘿𝘾𝘼𝙍𝘿 🎴
( feel free to dm me on disco if you want me to write anything up, or plot with me, otherwise hit me up with whatever fellas!! )
beached cause i want to humiliate mark
The first sentence that comes out of his mouth is straight up Korean whether she can understand him or not but he quickly stammers and speaks again in English. ]
Uhm, uh, sorry, uh, yeah! Just for a second if that's okay? Oh my God, I'm sorry.
MARK...IM CRYINGG
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nani Nanu | Pokemon | ota
OTOME CAR
HANDHOLDING CAR
VACAY CAR
hold my hand nanu
This does not make him invulnerable. The longer they walk, the tighter Nanu grips his hand, the more the darkness pours poison in his ear with every violent way the man could use his own human strength and — more dangerously — his pokemon to tear him limb from limb.
Obi-Wan might be more skittish, if he hadn't spent his life guarding himself against the dark side of the Force. If he hadn't spent the last few years of his life fighting on the front lines of a war where fear was as close as a friend, in a universe where the Dark Side was becoming so oppressive that it clouded everything in an impenetrable fog.
He lets Nanu go when the other man yanks his hand away, leaving them in total darkness and only inches away from one another. Obi-Wan does not need to see him to know exactly where he is. When he speaks, his voice is calm and gentle. He sounds almost unaffected by what's going on. ]
What I can do, and what I will do, are two very different things my friend.
nanuwu
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vaati auv'rahne (ota)
[ sadly(?), vaati's number has risen since the last time it was ever seen (oh jack, you're in for it now --) from 840, to 848! anyone who elected to 'murk Mayor Chadsef would readily know why, as Vaati spent his time doing what any proper TTRPG character ought to be doing when underequipped: he raided the Mayor's home, and a few key places around town, for proper goods. as for what he actually nicked, only he and one other currently know what that is. ]
ONE ϟ THE DINOSAUR CAR.
[ gesturing lazily, the elegant and frightfully long digits of his hand clad in an archer's glove, Vaati appears to be in hearty, mid-conversation with a, um -- rather dense patch of ferns at the edge of the long grass. anyone who manages to approach without being noticed * will be able to pick up on his side of a rather alarming and decidedly sinister-sounding conversation. some of the things he's saying to the patch of ferns include the following:
the ferns, in response, say nothing. however, for the keen eyed, a distinctive shape within the foliage that resembles a bipedal dinosaur, strong of leg and carnivorous of muzzle. characters are welcome to assist him, or stop him! the basic gist of this is that vaati has wrangled (kidnapped) the young daughter of a prominent herbivore that stands against the carnivores claims to territory; he's primarily working with the velociraptor faction, which are likely concocting their own schemes in order to gain a leg up in the ongoing turf war! ]
TWO ϟ THE CRYSTAL CAR.
[ with absolutely no instrument on his person, he's loathe to participate in this car. there's a rationale in doing what needs to be done, and part of him yearns to rebel at all costs - to not do as he's told, to not perform tasks like a pretty, well-dressed little idiot, to find the rulers of this elongated tram and torment them to the point where they'd be forced to let him go. simply because he'd be far too much to handle. ( it wasn't as if he didn't know it, as if he hadn't been told - by multiple people, on multiple occasions - that he was just too much. )
Vaati does as Vaati wills, in the end.
while he does hold his hands against the indents in the grand crystal doorway, and his voice carries - painfully angelic, haunting in refrain and powerful in its wordless tune, he doesn't sing in a tongue that ought to be heard by anyone else. in fact, out of spite - he sings a pretty song, full of rich highs and lows, that feels like a lullaby. and he twists it, with the capabilities of his awful bardsong. characters who linger for longer than a minute in his vicinity will begin to feel sick inside, as though their bones are growing in all the wrong ways, their muscles are beginning to twist against the grain, their teeth will be cloudy and hairy. paranoia will begin to fill them, and then terror.
a little bit like the hand-holding car later on, but at least you can deal with this fear. right? it's just some guy who's an anti-siren. ]
THREE ϟ HAND HOLDING CAR ( 2 CHARACTERS MAX. )
[ no prompt, i just want to dive into the horror on this one and will write a custom starter if you wish. lucky for you, Vaati is a highly lawful, but evil, sonnuva' binch who deeply enjoys preying upon others weaknesses, so big CW for a guy who'll be scared out of his gourd and will potentially take that out violently on others. we can discuss soft/hard limits in dms! ]
WILDCARDS & CUSTOM STARTERS!
[ hmu i lov u ]
ANAKIN.
a particular bastard man has managed to escape the dinosaur car and press onward, to the next car in line. among the crystals, he's readily able to bring the things he's nicked from minecraftia, lugging them in a sidesaddle bag scrounged up from the guard as well. nobody wants to be ill-prepared, and he's not above taking what he needs as a reward for everyone else's hard work. as he'd said to anakin, simply because he worked smarter and not harder, he did not deserve his spoils any less.
he stalks anakin, from above. like some creature used to being an arboreal threat, with the silent step of a prowling cat, or a winding, coiling serpent. on light feet, he steps from one high spire of crystal to the next, testing the outcroppings of gem - before finding one with a few decent fractures. it's that one that he breaks off, and hefts thoughtfully. ]
Still want your cut?
[ at least this time, he's playing fair enough to call out to him!! ]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=diVtzaZDP3o
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diluc ragnvindr (ota)
[ there is a stream, dingy and heavy with curved reeds that form perfect tunnels for all manners of aquatic life. on the muddied shoreline, is a dark heap of cloth, swaddled in a circle around the world's weepiest little dinosaur. it has leathery wings, and foreclaws that have gathered the dark, furred collar of Diluc's coat to its snout, long neck heaving with its efforts not to cry all over again. poor thing!
having left the crying baby nested in his clothes, Diluc can be found standing up to his knees in the slow moving waters of the stream. still and focused, with a branch that has been meticulously whetted into a sharp point cocked at his shoulder. near the baby, a makeshift fishing line of string tied to a bent scrap of thin, sharpened metal sits in the y-shape of a stick. Diluc, in the water, wears nothing more than his dark underclothes, as he is NOT getting his only outfit wet!
still as he stands, it's easy to note the strength in his limbs. broad arms from wielding heavy weaponry, and though slim, his body is otherwise utterly saturated with various scars -- burns, old lacerations, a few surgical marks. perhaps it's nothing new to other individuals who have seen their fair share of combat, but at least he can be lumped in with you lot! ]
Her parents didn't make it, [ he speaks up, to whomever has come upon this scene. ] I found her, half-drowned in the reeds. She's not doing well, won't stop crying, and I think her wing is damaged.
[ hence the swaddling.
in contrast to the severity of his focus is his tone: remarkably gentle, and heavily empathetic. he's obviously worried for the BABY! ]
TWO 🜂 GBBO CAR
I need you to hand me that.
[ okay, but. he's pointing in the direction of a lot of "thats" to be completely honest. maybe he means the the stand mixer? or maybe the cast iron pans beyond it. or actually, there's a whole bunch of mixing bowls. Diluc's pretty distracted by the ingredients on his counter, honestly, flapping a hand as he peels the dark gloves from his scarred fingers.
the variety of ingredients on his counterspace speak to cuisine he must be familiar with, by the way he tests the vegetables and begins to sharpen the knife he's managed to wrangle up without protest from this car. the whole of the counter is relatively untouched though, and a pan of smouldering, terrible brownies has been tossed onto the pastel-pink stool behind him. it emanates the stench of irritable failure. ]
While I'd prefer to make something more familiar, I'm going to assume "baking" requires the oven. And you.
[ aka he can't make HIS specialty here... alas.
instead, his ingredients include... a cut of pork and beef, mushrooms, various vegetables, fennel, a very high quality bottle of red wine-and some items presumably for a pastry of sorts. WHAT could he be making?! ]
THREE 🜂 HANDHOLDING CAR.
[ shivering.
he's definitely shivering, in this horrible dark place. unseen, lost-the only shred of sanity clinging to him is that of relief -- that nobody can see the look on his face or the way he must be crying fitfully into his sleeves ( reminiscent of the dinosaur car, the lost baby without her family ).
though maybe someone can hear the sound of his voice. deep in timber, but stricken through with misery and loss, in the most muffled of whispers: ]
Father, please --
[ he sounds like a boy, calling out for his father to find him. save him. ]
-- oh Kaeya, don't.
FOUR 🜂 VACATION CAR
[ after the hand holding TRAUMA, di luc elects to throw himself into labor again. here, the car has seen fit to put him in rather fashionable swim trunks, his fire ry hair bound into a high ponytail and fixed in place with a cute black ribbon, pinned with that red gem always seen on him.]
For a moment, [ he says, from his place behind the tropical-themed kiosk serving as the car's bar counter. ] I thought I made it home.
[ he sounds a little morose about it, a little irritated. other than serving drinks designed for maximum vacation enjoyment, Diluc can also be found staying busy- collecting driftwood to idly make sculptures, feeding people... and is desperately in need of someone to convince hims to sit down, relax and crack him open like a ripe coconut in need of some R&R.
it's not hard to put together that recognize Diluc's actions are the result of hypervigilence, as he's never still and always attempting to keep tabs on where everyone is. whether this is the result of hand holding or a personality trait begs to be seen. ]
WILDCARDS & CUSTOM STARTERS
[ u know what to do ]
one (dino dads)
After ducking under the thundering feet of large herbivores or darting from tree to tree to stay out of sight of the clever carnivores, Ardbert's relieved to have found a spot that seems much calmer. A spot by the river where he can take a moment to rest, gather his bearings, and sort out his next course of action.
However, it would be impossible to miss the figure standing knee-deep in the river, attempting to fish. Or at least that's how it appears from a distance, and as Ardbert draws closer he notes that familiar mane of red hair. The one who'd served him drinks back in Minecraftia!
Ardbert closes the distance between them quickly, unperturbed by the marshy ground underfoot. As he comes up on Diluc, however, he notices the creature, swaddled and making small, sad noises. Diluc explains, and Ardbert could very well feel his heart break. He has a soft spot for animals, and so he wades into the water with little hesitation, his face the picture of distress. ]
Poor thing. If we can set the wing, it might be she'll make a recovery. Though she looks too young to survive on her own...
[ Ardbert meets Diluc's gaze, taking in the litany of scars he bears as well. Not simply a bartender, then. ]
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Vacation car plus monster transformation (for lucretia)
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MUSHU | SPOOKY SEASON OBJECTIVE
He perks up as soon as someone approaches, stretching out to his full size of One(-Fruit-By-The-)Foot. ]
You here for a wish, right?
[ Regardless if that's what you're here for or not, the cricket hands you a form (??????) and a pen. It's a waiver with the usual stipulations: the fairy goddragon is not responsible for any injuries caused by the granting of said wish, only one wish granted per person per train ride, the wish-grantee is not allowed to pursue legal action should they be unsatisfied with the outcome of their wish, etc etc etc.
Wow why is it so detailed? Don't ask questions you don't want the answer to and just sign the goshdarn form. ]
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Susie crouches down (faaaaar down) and takes the paper and pen (also comically small) carefully in clawed hands. Looking between it, the cricket, and the winged lizard, and back again.
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So do I get to wish for anything?
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anakin skywalker | star wars | halloween special
[So here they are, after all that, having an actual vacation. There's a beach dotted with reclining chairs, fresh robes and towels, whatever they could want to eat or drink. Out on a beachside patio, baked by warm sun and sipping cocktails as the ocean rolls in, this must feel like paradise.
Until some stranger suddenly stuffs their hand in your drink.]
I am so sorry-
[Anakin's hand withdraws from your cup, dragging icecubes out with it and dribbling liquid from his fingers. Its hard to name the expression on his face, something between mortification, shock, and the desire to immediately be anywhere but here.] I don't know what I was thinking.
ii. be my uber?
[note:results range from odd requests to potential murder :) rng decides your fate]
[You're alone in the dark, under a blanket of endless stars and listening to the rolling tide. Maybe you're headed home after a day at the spa, or coming out to look for that beautiful and rare aurora in the night sky. This walk along the water is calm and quiet and peaceful.
And then a voice from somewhere in the darkness near your feet whispers at you.]
Psst! Hey! Come over here.
are you sick of me yet - b
Which has been a weird thing to acknowledge, but his life has been so strange up to this point that what is one more bizarre thing? Mostly he's hoping this wears off, like the other alterations that have happened to them thus far. If a killer disease could be reversed, then he hopes this bout of monsterism will act the same.
Something about the water masks Anakin, so when he hears the hiss, he's startled to find that he didn't notice that familiar heartbeat thudding away in the water along the pier. He turns immediately, though, and heads to the edge of the planks, crouching down to look for his former Padawan. This is one thing he rather appreciates: the exceptional night vision. He can see the shape of his friend bobbing in the water clear as day. Obi-Wan grins and it flashes his canines. ]
Did you know it was me, or were you hoping to flag down some other unassuming passerby?
i don't need a chaperone EVERYWHERE obiwan!!
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