Priority Log - Part 1
Log 05 Priority (Part I)
Have you all been enjoying your weeks at the spa and/or getting chased by dinosaurs? Well, it's time to get a move on! The next car awaits: it's time for a new priority car. Like last time, passengers will not be able to leave this car for two logs, so buckle in!
The Big Screen Car
As characters enter the car, their phones will send them a new notification...
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NAME: The Big Screen Car
TECHNOLOGICAL ADVANCEMENT: Earth-ish, 2021
DANGER LEVEL: [ERROR]
AVERAGE CRITIC REVIEW: 5/5 Stars
COMMON DENIZENS: Varied
CUISINE: Overpriced gluten-sensitive sandwiches, overpriced coffee
...What a weird spam text? There's a lot of those going around lately.
Well, time to get to work!
Passengers will arrive in this car believing that they've lived in this car their entire lives. Effectively a modern AU version of themselves, they will have no knowledge of their powers, their past, or any details about their original worlds. Instead, they will believe they grew up in the modern day, that this is a place called DANACA, and that they work with an entertainment management company, FONY, in some capacity.

Maybe that makes you a director, producer, agent, model, singer, actor, idol, musician, sound guy, make-up artist, e-sports hotshot, lighting tech, beleaguered script writer, overworked intern, some dude who delivers sandwiches and ends up as an extra all the time... As a media giant, FONY has it all! And you're expected to work together on a litany of up and coming projects: the FAMA Awards Show, which will preview several hotly anticipated albums, shows, events, and movies! And that means all hands on deck. Characters will have very little problem with their AU skills, even if they never had any relevant experience in canon.
LOCATIONS
When characters get a breather, the car around them is a busy metropolis city with warm, dry weather that welcomes several beaches and pools. (It's literally LA, but with public transpo.) Enjoy all the modern amenities, like you've never lived without them! Passengers can visit any location that makes sense for a modern city, but here are some hotspots:
Club L'Euntaerio: The hottest club in Danaca! They keep the temperature uncomfortably low as they play only Danacan artists, like The Tragically Lame, or Dreka. Regardless, the night life here is vibrant, so it's a great place to let loose a little.
CN Corner: Not a destination so much as the corner beside Club L'Euntaerio, unofficially known to be the place to make illicit connections. Shady dealings happen here all the time, so it's a great place for designer drugs, information on your enemies, and alley-way shankings.
One drug in particular is on the rise. Sand, which provides Denizens with a mild high, will cause passengers to see people as other other characters from their canon. Even if you're not a fan of drugs, it's called Sand for a reason: it gets in everything (e.g. drinks, gummies, cigarettes, etc).
The New Danaca Mall: A newly renovated mall with three floors of your favorite retail outlets like Danaca Moose and Aboots! The employees are all fed up though, and you may end up hired on the spot for a part-time gig, or to hand out samples and promo materials because you're famous. If you manage to avoid retail hell, maybe you can just grab some boba and a pretzel and chill out with your friends.
Zoo: A zoo and garden with all kinds of strange, interesting creatures! You have your stock tigers, lizards, etc... as well as the odd addition from your home worlds. Trying to remember where you recognize these creatures will give you a headache though, so relax and enjoy your time here!
There is also a particularly troublesome goat here that will try to eat your things, or follow you home.
NOTABLE DENIZENS
Denizens vary from your stock humans to aliens and sentient animals. No one really seems to bat an eye at this — it's simply life in Danaca, where people from all walks of life have ended up. Here are some notable denizens that players are welcome to use at their convenience:
Mister Beaton: Beaton is one of FONY's attorneys, and one slip-up away from being arrested for embezzlement. He only works on full moons, but when he does, he often plants suspicious wads of cash on people, leaving them to be chased by FONY's security dogs in his stead.
Eliza Faulkner: The daughter of the CFO's newest wife, who hates everything and thinks the media is overrated. She dresses in sustainably sourced, hand stitched Amish clothing, and often threatens employees into getting her food or other items by using her step-father's position at the company. She will also spread malicious rumours to cause problems, such as claiming that someone had an affair and is now pregnant. :)
Nettle Tale: A power-mom animal consultant at FONY, who sometimes will dump her charges on unsuspecting bystanders whenever parenthood calls. Her usual pets are an extremely amorous anaconda, and a miniature pony that will cry unless held like a baby, but she's known for leaving all kinds of creatures in unprepared hands!
Chad Chadsef: No matter how famous or successful you might be, the head of FONY entertainment, CEO Chad Chadsef, is a very busy person! In fact, you can't ever seem to get an appointment or spot them, no matter how you may try.
OTHER
It's like you've been here forever, but... sometimes, you wonder if that's really the case. Maybe it's a slip-up at work where you forget your lines, or a sense of ill-placed deja vu, or a reflection in the mirror that doesn't match what it should. Characters may experience glimpses of their real lives, but they will be joined by an unsettled agitation and chill. The longer they dwell on it, the colder and more disorienting it gets, until they finally pass out with a fever.
Opt-out: For a few, this 'new' life doesn't seem to take root. Players that would rather opt-out of playing an AU will have their characters wake up in bed, still surrounded by their AU life. However, they won't recognize any of it. Whether it's a call from your mom, a job as a singer you've never had, or the very world around you, you'll realize that it's all a fabrication of the car.
These characters will feel a slight chill all the time, despite the weather. The more attention they draw to themselves, and the more they try to enlighten others of the car mechanics, the colder it gets, as though the chill is physically gripping down on them. NPCs will start to stare blankly at them, and a sense of dread will settle in their stomachs. It may be wiser to try and play along until you know what's going on.

OOC Notes
- AU Plotting: Players are encouraged to AU their CR! Everyone can already know each other, whether in passing or more, so feel free to user our plotting post to collaborate on AU details. Consider also filling out your FONY employee profile in the comments for other players to reference!
- Powers: Characters may keep their powers or not, player's choice. Keep in mind that they will not cognitively be aware of their abilities, and may not know how to use or control them. Think of a "Spider-man discovering his powers for the first time" scenario.
- Transformations: The Halloween curses will no longer be effect this log. Non-human characters can opt to transform into humans, but it isn't required.
- Backstories: For ease of AU purposes, players can make up whatever countries they like, etc. Characters do not need to be from Danaca originally, but everyone should live a reasonable commute from work.
- Items: Characters' inventories will be in a trunk at the foot of their bed, though they may not remember what they are. All characters are allowed one free item from home.
Go wild with it, but feel free to reach out with any questions on Discord!
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FULL NAVIGATION
FONY COMPANY DIRECTORY
Hi! My name is JOHN DOE!
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Hi! My name is Tessa!
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Hi! My name is Sylvain Gautier!
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Hi! My name is CLAUDE!
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Hi! My name is Rubén!
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Hi! My name is ARIA LUXE!
wheatley is a human person and is having a bad time
ii. FONY offices, a later time.
iii. denny’s, 3am (cw: more fluids)
iv. around town
v. wildcard
wildcarding ii a little
So when he spots Mr. Wheatley walking down the hall, flipping through his little notebook and looking maybe a bit frazzled, Sora's at his side in an instant. ]
Good morning, Mr. Wheatley! Did you need any help today? Or I can grab you some coffee!
[ He's here, he's eager to help, and he hasn't gathered that anything is truly wrong save for maybe Mr. Wheatley having a rough start this morning. It happens to everyone, probably. ]
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iii, time to put on your tin foil hat wheats
Somewhere nearby, a man is crying! She'd know that sweet song anywhere.
The shadow that falls over Wheatley's form comes from above. She's leaning over the divider from the booth adjacent. (Nanu has been abandoned at their original table, three places over.) Her crest-white grin beams on full power. Her fingernails threaten to dig holes in the pleather upholstery.]
Aaaaw, what's this? Are you crying? Huh, huh, are you? What's wrooooooong? Show me your face, you sad little man!
[His body looks underwhelming, but perhaps he's got something going on underneath those smothering geek hands.]
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closed/limited prompts: see notes!
i. COMPANY PARTY
[ Either your character been invited to a cast party for Four Houses (Sylvain starring as the young lordling Jose Gabriaux of the Holy Kingdom of MacRoich), or said actor has been coerced into making an appearance elsewhere by his agent... Regardless! You're now at a party together, whether you want to be there or not. You're also recognized immediately, and passed a glass of sangria (or sparkling cider, if ur weak). ]
Whadya say we make a break for it as soon as they [ he gestures to the People in Charge ] get a few drinks in 'em?
[ Doesn't have to be far: the balcony, the rooftop, or even just the steps outside the building... Anywhere even vaguely removed from work, because this is really just an extension of their jobs. ]
ii. PET SITTING
[ Sylvain has had one of Nettle's miniature ponies foisted on him, and he's in love with the thing? That said he's completely immobilized by it because it weighs like, some 200lbs. (It's the perfect opportunity to get a selfie with him for social media clout, or take a celebrity photo and sell it to the tabloids for mad cash dollar!) However, he does notice you're there, and waves you over. ]
Can I borrow you for a minute?
iii. HOUSE CALL
[ Maybe you've scheduled an outing together and he's here to pick you up. (Or you've made plans to chill indoors instead.) Or, you're not feeling well and Sylvain's dropping by to make soup. Knock knock! ]
iv. ROCKY TRAINING MONTAGE
[ Because of his new filming schedule, Sylvain's had to switch up his training hours. He ends up rolling into the FONY gym at some odd hour of the day to get his cardio in, or to pump iron. He's pretty fit! Maybe you're starring, or maybe you're scoffing at his amateur technique. Whatever the case, he catches you watching and tosses you an incorrigible wink. ]
You like what you see?
vi. WILDCARD
(You did not like what you saw and you want something else!!!!)
i, jk i am here tonight
The perks of being the uncle of one (1) Dimitri de Alger Obelia-Blaiddyd: sometimes you get invited to fancy cast parties to schmooze with various celebs and rub elbows with the rich and famous.
Not that Mushu is doing either of those, having jetted immediatedly to the buffet table where he is piling his plate high with tiny little appetizers of all shapes and sizes. Look, when you make pennies, you take every opportunity to shove your maw full of shrimp canapes. In fact, his mouth is full when Sylvain sidles up and it takes him a moment to swallow (not chew??) and respond, all the while grabbing more snacks to pile on. At least he has on a suit jacket and a tiny bowtie, preserving some semblace of image for this party. ]
Yeah, yeah, I just need to grab ten more of these little cracker things. How's anyone supposed to get full when the portions are this tiny?
[ His plate is starting to look like the Leaning Tower of Pisa.... ]
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i regret talking about food in this thread, we have to move on
AKLJSDLFKAJDSF mood...
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ii-ish
Sylvain! Wait! Sylvain, stop!
[ She is yelling at the dog. This is all Nu's fault. Dimitri and Athy own many dogs, all named after the Blue Lion members. ]
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Except there's no noise, because phone cameras don't make any sound, as Claude snaps a timely picture of Sylvain's wink. It would be kind of creepy of him, if he weren't standing directly in front of Sylvain and making no attempt to hide his actions.
And also because it's not the first time he's taken pictures for Sylvain's social media. People like candids, after all. ]
Mm. Should I read the thirsty replies while you do your set?
[ It might be more fun for him than Sylvain, since he doesn't get embarrassed about it. ]
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Okay, I hate that since I turned eighteen recently? I can't threaten to call the cops on shitstains like you anymore.
[There's a clunk as he sets some weights down.]
Your form's all fucked up. In about 6 months you're gonna end up throwin' your back out.
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cw: addiction, drug use mention
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When Sylvain approaches, however, Ardbert's body language eases up and he reaches out to take the glass of sparkling cider. (Sylvain knows better than to offer him alcohol, thankfully, though that's yet another aspect of this gathering that's stress-inducing.)
At the question, Ardbert follows Sylvain's gesture with his eyes but then fixes him with an unsure look, even as he takes a sip of the cider. ] If I duck out of here early, my manager will probably have my head.
[ Kurapika's young, but strict. Ardbert knows that he's gone out of his way to help him, however, and he does feel that he should respect that. ]
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juno birch voice i arrive (i!!!)
I mean, if we can do that.. Sure! Any where's better than here.
[ She replies quietly, just to him. ]
But you think they'll get drunk that fast? This stuff's kinda - [ She pauses, wonders if she should be honest and say it's nasty (even if the sangria is nice, it's strong), but instead goes with, ] bitter.
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i'm not unfurrying my furry son
II.) shoutout to dunkin that messed up my order this morning
III.) not from the same game but technically the same universe
IV.) the wildcard option
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(Is it possible that the person overseeing him just wanted his excitable self out of their hair for a few hours? Yes.)
Either way, Sora's excited to be here! It's his first time at the zoo and getting to come to somewhere fun like this for work is even more thrilling. He's been quick on Asriel's heels, reminding him to drink water or eat a snack as they walk all around the expansive zoo. But now they get to go to the most mysterious and interesting of exhibits, and Sora thinks this might be where they find something that'll really impress the higher-ups.
What they find isn't quite what he's expecting, though. The cat(?) thing with its vibrating face is unsettling, to say the least, but it seems to have an even greater effect on Asriel. When the other boy bows his head into his hands, Sora rushes over and grabs for his shoulder. ]
Asriel! Are you all right?
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I've never had to set on fire before. [ Exciting! They're at the climax of the season. ]
ii. gregnant
Which is why he's at a dressing room (or office, lounge, whatever), knocking at the doorframe, a ridiculously huge gift basket swaddled in one arm. His face is barely visible behind a wall of balloons; he pokes his head out from behind them. ]
Oh, these are for you, from the company. Congratulations! [ this is definitely one of the balloons ]
iii. cn corner
His arms stay crossed across his chest for most of the conversation, responses terse. And while not everyone is buddy-buddy with their Sand sources, he's clearly taking it one step further when his hands coil tight at his sides instead, expression tipping from chilly to hostile, a flash of anger bright in his eyes.
So he's definitely about to start a fight, intervene/watch/help? ]
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He's taking a minute to get some fresh air when he spots Dimitri, and he definitely isn't fast or sober enough to get there in time to stop the spark from igniting, but he manages to amble over in time to keep Dimitri's head from being split open with a bottle, hands digging into his jacket and yanking him backwards with all his strength. ]
Easy there, fellas. I think I can handle this small fry on my own.
[ It's a very garbled attempt at trying to act like "one of the gang" and he doubts they buy it. In fact, he's sure they don't when a second later he's ducking to avoid a pipe coming toward his head.
He gives Dimitri a little shove. ] Run! [ Because Claude is going to, so you should too. ]
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for sylvain; still gregnant
he's gregnant...
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for athanasia;
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for toko;
>:(
>:U
:knife:
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USED IMPRISON
USED NASTY PLOT
USED HEAL BELL
USED METRONOME
USED BIND, let's do this
it's not swiping Celeste's swag if she isn't being lolita about itToko, who is being led away from the CN Corner, is still petulantly protesting her innocence.!]You don't understand, I w-wasn't doing anything! [Toko's footing flounders and she nearly tumbles into Persian. Why did it have to be the weirdest, grouchiest damn guard on the lot? Who gave him a permit for this crazy panther thing?] I'm j-just drunk, I didn't do anything! You're just m-making stuff up to humiliate me—ah!
[Must be the cat hair. Toko rears back, yanking her cuffed hands to her face. But alas, too late.]
Aa-CHOO!
[And quite suddenly, the stumbling, fumbling, Sand-addled starlet is no more.]
Oh me, oh my! Are we up to no good tonight? Or is this all just foreplay? Cops and robbers? Have I been a bad little glasses girl?
[In the blink of an eye those cuffed hands are knotted in the old man's collar, her face mere inches from his. Livid, long-tongued, and off her rocker.]
Well tough titty! I'm getting out of this train car and no sad sack coffin knocker's gonna stop me! Gimme the key!
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Heal bell!
Re: Heal bell!
TOKO
[It doesn't matter where you are on the FONY lot. What you're doing. Who you're with. When you turn around there is a sudden ominous organ chord. A puff of smoke. Three time nominee and one time FAMA winner Toko Furton-Cartier, standing right behind you.
Okay it's only that last one, but she's dressed like a runway vampire so the other two are basically implied.]
The paparazzi are outside. I need a shield.
[She glowers at you. Don't you dare say no.]
B) DUNE - (let's be visions of each other's canon besties uwu)
[Usually, she only does it to get into character. A little here and there never hurt nobody, all things in moderation. Plus, she felt her writing improved on the stuff too. Something about the way the pen flew under her fingers, exposing her basest self and laying it bare. She's used to boldness of physical expression, not boldness on the page.
It's her first time doing it socially, however. And in the back room of the Critic's Selection party, no less. Anyone might catch them at it. She looks expectantly at her company. Suspiciously, even. Her nerves must be grating on her, because her meticulously restrained stutter slips out.]
If anything I s-say or do tonight ends up online, I'll rip all your nasty hair out...
[Affectionately.]
C) ZOOTOPIA
[Parasol out and in full skirts in the middle of a heat wave
bad bitches don't get heat stroke,, Toko Furton-Cartier, is visiting the zoo.She has intuited that her upcoming character has an ursine spirit, so she's hopped over to the bear section for inspiration. Their movements, their society, their scent: all will become folded into the creation of her latest role.
That is, if she can look away from that odd half and half bear.
She feels rather like she knows it. Like it infuriates her. That she'd like to destroy it. Rip its stuffing out, scoop out the eyes from their robotic sockets, hack off every limb and fry the metal innards with as much voltage as she can arrange to find—]
Nnngh!
[She's fallen backwards into someone. Her skin is deathly cold, and she shivers against them.]
Wh-wh-wha...you...don't touch me! Pervert!
D) GOOGLE IMAGE SEARCH (NETWORK)
d) cw: pedophilia mention
awwh! what's the matter?
you goin after kids 'cause you can't get any guys your own age? wow! tough break.
[INFLUENCER REX SHE SAID NUBILE NOT NEWBORN]
Closes my eyes
sends my prayers 2 the heavens
Cw: performance drugs/pedo mentions
Closed to Anakin
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"""""is this housecoat too slutty""""""
perhaps the problem is, it is not slutty enough?? :thinking:
jesus take the wheel
someone needs to watch the road, they're busy in the backseat
train to self improvement more like train to poundtown
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why
why not tbh
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mushu...why so softe....
D. UN: thedirector
NOOOOOOOOOOOOO
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how tf did i let this piddly network tag sit for FIVE DAYS
smh. looks at my inbox with some 10 day old tags
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ignores nu to boomerang you
JILL
[It's the big scene. All the budget. All the effects, the stunts, the STRESS! And finally, after a half hour long single take with no cuts, edits, or faults, we close in on our heroine. She looks winsomely to the stars and utters her soon to be immortal lines.]
Aaaa-CHOO!
[Would have, if it weren't for all the fake snow flying around.]
Haaaah? Excuse you, are we filming a porno? Get that thing outta my face!
[She physically slaps the $50,000 dollar camera to the ground. And where did she get those scissors? Is she jabbing them at a helpless PA? Why won't her tongue go back in her mouth??? Oh god, now she's aiming those blades at you.]
Hey! You're one of the passengers, right? What the hell is all this?
B) ENTRAPMENT
[In the dead of night, only the wastrels and the party life are outside of bed. The streets flash to life with the lights of the occasional Güber, hauling the inebriated home.
But in the FONY head offices, something is going deeply amiss. A certain silver screen staple is darting through the halls. Dodging security, late night workers, indecorous after-hours hookups. She's armed (be careful....), manic (those eyes?) and on a mission — and you're the first person to intercept her.]
Oooooh, hello there! How are you? Didn't expect to find you at this hour. Would you happen to know where this Chadsef guy's office is? I've got a bone to pick with him.
[He was the big bad of that mining car right? Fool me once, bucko.]
C) CASABLANCA
[Try as she might, there's no way out. Everyone here is annoying. No one believes her. The door is nowhere to be found.
She misses the velociraptors. So much.
Jill can be found with her head on the table of a dark corner booth in the club. There's a few too many empty tumblers at her elbow, all drained to melting ice. When she senses company she reacts with the snap and grip of a bear-trap: your wrist is now held captive. The hold is inescapable. Painful.
She rolls her head back and stares at you with a hateful, bleary red eye.]
Ask me for another autograph. I dare you...
D) TWITTER SOS
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[ Or maybe several of them will have their day all at once. Athanasia (un)fortunately has enough common sense not to try to walk all her family's dogs at once, but she does not have enough common sense to not bite off more than she can chew. That's why she's holding the leash to three dogs, and there is a fourth unleashed but walking cutely and sort of obediently beside her.
They walk by a cafe or a bakery or someplace with something sweet in it, and one of the dogs gets a whiff and tugs hard on her leash to go towards it. Athy struggles to keep her away. ]
We can't. I'll give you a treat when we get home, okay? These aren't for you.
[ Athy isn't being listened to, and it looks like she's about to lose her grip on the leash. ]
No!
[ Incoming dog. ]
ii. new danaca mall
[ Athanasia may not be super famous or the most well-known yet, but that doesn't mean her marketing isn't out there. She's trying to be casual and incognito as she walks through the mall with her boba and crepe, but she walks in front of a huge poster plastered on a store window with her face on in it. Seeing it makes her feel a little embarrassed, and she abruptly about-faces to run away.
She bumps into anyone. A stranger. A rando. You. ]
Ah!
[ Her drink and food goes flying. Who knows where they land? At least boba is usually sealed. ]
iii. cn corner
[ Why in Danaca is this cute girl at this shady place? That's a really good question. There's a flash of light, and Athanasia looks very alarmed.
There's a clear moment of indecision that can be seen on her face, and then she bolts in the direction of that flash. She needs to delete that picture, and she's going to fight for it.
This is her new brother's influence probably since in reality, she runs away from most of her problems.
Every
promptday, Athy be runnin', but should she be stopped here? ]wildcard
[ au deets are here. feel free to drop a prompt or hmu on disco! ]
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Instead of the delightful lunch he'd been planning on having, he gets a faceful of dog paw instead. Both he and the sandwich are crushed underfoot (underpaw??) as the dog slips through the door, which clicks closed behind it.
Please come peel your uncle off the sidewalk, Athy. And maybe buy him a new sandwich in recompense. ]
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whew holiday season got the better of me, please feel free to drop if this is too old!!
aria forzane
[ This awards show is a big deal, she knows. Which is why everything else in her schedules have been cleared. It's a fun little clip with the other celebrities, to help promote the Awards show. Give the fans another reason to get excited. Nothing too formal, just a good time.
It's so unbelievably dull. ]
... Do you think they'd miss us? If we were to, you know... [ She trails off, then glances at whoever she's taking her break with. She's probably only contemplating this idly. ] I think I only have another cut, before they let me go. And it's just a reshoot of what I shot in the morning. [ ... Probably. ] You?
TWO — YOU BETTER RUN.
[ Hello, FONY employee. I hope you've been having a pleasant day here at the FONY headquarters, minding your business. Because from around the corner is someone who running in a hallway she should most definitely not be running in. And in three, two, one— ]
Shit! Sorry, I— [ Aria nearly, nearly crashes into some poor unsuspecting soul. Stops mere inches away with a reaction speed that doesn't quite seem normal. But it doesn't end there, as she whips her head around, peeking around the corner, then— ] Fuck!
Quickly! In here! [ She grabs 'em by the hand, dragging them into the nearest door. WHY ARE YOU TAKING THIS RANDOM PERSON INTO THE JANITOR'S CLOSET, ARIA. ]
THREE — SHARDS. ( cw: drug use | limit: 2. )
[ Not everyone knows about this back alley half a building away from Club L'Euntaerio, unless they know what they're looking for. It's just dilapidated, just unassuming enough that no one bothers checking here. Which means it's her favorite spot to get away to, while she's in the middle of — everything. Before going back and pretending nothing had happened.
Which is what tonight should have been; except it's never that simple, is it? Her pupils are dilated, making the gold and the blue of her eyes look glossier than usual. In her hand is a soft glow that doesn't look normal. There's a beat, as she looks up, and she narrows her eyes. ] I —
[ A beat. A breath. ] ... Estinien? What are you doing here? I told you I had this handled. [ Whomst the fuck ]
FOUR — WILDCARD
( writing prompts was hard, actually; i'd much prefer writing closed starters for friends! lemme know if you want anything, or drop a starter. )
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[ Sylvain barely registers who the blur is before he's being shoved in a janitor's closet. It barely fits him, and he has to contort a little around both the various cleaning equipment, and the co-worker who's just abducted him... ]
—Oh, hey.
[ He grins wryly down at Aria in a 'you again' sort of expression. The light is on, for whatever reason, and Sylvain reaches for the cord dangling above her to kill it, figuring she's hiding for a reason. (He's definitely made the same move in the past before, though perhaps not the same hiding place.)
He pulls out his phone to text her in the dark. For convenience's sake they both have their devices set to silent. ]
You gonna tell me what this is all about?
pls do nut perceive me i just wanted 2 make this joke
wow it even costs more 2 jerk off in this city
[A recent transplant from Sheikahgoop (I'M SORRY I COULDN'T THINK OF ANY DUPES FOR CHICAGO EXCEPT FOR BEAN CitY WHICH... MORE DIRTY??? I DON'T KNOW), these prices are... Certainly not ones he's used to seeing.]
guess no nut november isn't exactly gonna be a choice 4 me, jesus fucking christ
obi-wan kenobi | star wars | ota
[ Obi-Wan doesn't seem to have a regular schedule, but he can be found in the office building, usually between floors and usually hunting for coffee. If he spots someone he recognizes he will smile and greet them, unless he is walking with his head down and reading out of a manila folder. And if he's caught reading, he'll also be wearing a pair of thin, gold glasses. Even without looking, though, he seems to have an uncanny ability to never walk into anyone or anyone, neatly dodging impossible situations and sometimes, catching whatever someone else dropped with one hand.
He can also be found down by the sets. Most of the time he seems to be standing off to the side waiting to speak with someone. Sometimes, though, he's looking for Cal and will reach out to catch people and ask after him. ]
L'Euntaerio(i just got this joke and im soooo mad about it)
[ Outside, underneath an overhang and just out of the light of the main doors of the club, Obi-Wan is dressed down and lighting up a cigarette. Since when did Obi-Wan smoke???? With Sand, anything is possible. ]
TWEETER
@ kenobi.esq
Preparing early this year for FAMA so my stylist leaves me alone.
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the OFFICE
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i need you to imagine Angelica Houston in Addams Family Values reading this
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picks the twitter one to keep it light
ty my brain is still shot
its ok it is holiday brain time
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