TDM 003

[erkumods]

TDM 003: #BEACHBUMS

I. BEACH Welcome arrivals, new and old! The skies on Erku may be perpetually gray, but the weather has taken a sudden turn to summertime heat. Fortunately, soaring temperatures have chased away more of the strange fog that conceals so much of the island, unveiling a charming, sandy cove dotted here and there with rustic love shacks. These shabby little lean-tos are dusty and sparse, but they provide everything one (or two, wink wink) might need for a little relief from the sun. Just don’t wander too far... that fog has memory-loss properties. II. DRINKS The 'bots are very apologetic about the whole fog incident, and they are trying to get on the new arrivals' good sides by giving out fancy drinks. Of course, they still haven't mastered the art of making things properly, so each drink has a little something... extra. Geloso: Has a slightly bitter, yet refreshing herbal taste... and it will make you feel inexplicably envious of virtually anything, to a petty degree! Be it someone else’s shoes or their incredibly muscular physique, you’re jealous enough to tell them about it! Colpito: Fruity and sweet like candy. If you drink this, you will feel hopelessly infatuated with the very next person who catches your eye! Vivace: Delightfully tart, with a flavor somewhere between citrus and raspberry. This summery drink will fill you with bubbly energy. Whether you’re feeling flirty or just mischievous and playful, you’ve never felt more alive! Verace: Creamy, earthy, and a little nutty - the flavor is hard to describe, but delicious. After drinking this, you’ll feel strangely compelled to spill something you’ve been keeping a secret, no matter how incriminating or embarrassing. Conoscere: The robots are especially excited about this flavor! They’ve heard organic beings enjoy chocolate, and hope you like their first attempt (it’s a little bitter, but it is chocolatey). Those who drink this will feel incredibly confident and sensual. Better yet, if you share it with a partner - which the 'bots encourage you to do - you’ll find that every touch is enhanced, and every sensation is shared between the two of you. A lucky few may even be able to sense one another’s thoughts! III. SNACKS Lo! As you ask, the Augur shall provide. Thanks to the efforts of your organic predecessors in restoring the planet’s Eros energy, edible fishes and seaweeds have returned to the ponds and the shores of Erku. If you fancy yourself savvy to basic survival skills, why not fashion up a fishing rod and catch yourself dinner? Just be careful if you happen to hook one of the octopus creatures from the deeper waters - they can be quite forward with their tentacles! Or, if primitive angling isn’t in your repertoire, you can always trade some credits for a tasty catch from one of the food stalls along the coast. Most stalls are manned by 'bots, but there’s nothing stopping an enterprising arrival from setting up shop. No credits? No problem! The robots have also provided a bit of entertainment, and any volunteers to man the kissing booth, get dunked in the wet t-shirt dunk tank, or grill up some fish - among other opportunities - will find credits automatically loaded onto the payment app of their bracelet devices. The 'bots are recruiting especially hard for participants to work in the gloryhole tent! IV. SPARKLES As dusk descends, the white sands of the beach suddenly come alive with glittering lights. It’s as if the darkened waters have carried a thousand shining stars from the depths of the sea to the shores of the cove. In actuality, each little twinkle is a bioluminescent plankton or jellyfish! Feel free to wade among them and admire their shine; even the sting of the jellies won’t hurt you... though they do pack a different punch. The tentacles of the jellyfish elicit a powerful aphrodisiac response, which gets the heart racing and the blood pumping for an intimate touch. The effects come on within a matter of minutes, and last for a few hours. Only time will relieve the symptoms, but a partner will help to make it more bearable. ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● N A V I G A T I O N

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Trahearne | Guild Wars 2

[necrocabbage]

A. BEACH
[This wasn't the Mists. Despite the fog lurking at the periphery, everything he's seen since awakening here and walking to the beach has convinced him that, not only was he somehow alive, that this was no place that could ever exist within the Mists. There is still a part of Trahearne that's excited at the prospect of being somewhere entirely new, but the rest of him is simply weary. His wounds may be gone, but what happened is far too fresh in his mind for anything but mental exhaustion.

Honestly, he's not suffering from the heat at all. It's not quite like the humidity of the jungle, but it's still left his leaves looking perky and his greenish coloring returning to what it used to be.

It seems odd to him that the crowd on the shore is mostly made of humans, and few other types of people that he doesn't recognize at all. Well, he was already well aware that he was far from home. Trahearne does stop to look for the nearest person that wasn't occupied in some other task, approaching with a dimmed, but still friendly smile.]

Excuse me. Are you a resident here? I have all sorts of questions about this place.


B. SNACKS
[Trahearne had been standing off to the side for some time, watching the robots at work at the food stalls. These constructs aren't at all like the asuran golems he's used to seeing, and he's intrigued by how they function. Eventually, after a stilted conversation with a robot that noticed he was staring, Trahearne gets pressed into service grilling fish. It seemed like a good idea to accumulate some of the local currency, at any rate.

The problem is that the food stall Trahearne is working for might be somewhat unappetizing. If it's not the unsettling fact that a plant-man like Trahearne doesn't blink an eye at chopping off fish heads or cleaning out viscera, the sight of his little helpers might. There are two bony little creatures assisting him, each the size of a small dog and hopping nimbly from place to place. One brings him fresh fish while the other takes prepared fish on and off of the grill, allowing Trahearne to continue his own task without needing to stop and wash up.]

Fresh fish! [he calls out to anyone nearby, one of his bone minions clacking its teeth together to make a chittering sound. Now the only question is, are you okay enough with what's handling this food to actually order any?]


C. SPARKLES
[As the sky becomes darker, not only does the ocean light up, but so does Trahearne. His own personal bioluminescence is purple, slowing fading in and out as though in time to a heartbeat he doesn't have. He doesn't produce nearly enough of a glow to be giving off any real light, but it does make it very hard to miss seeing him where he's standing waist-deep in the water.

Trahearne eventually emerges, water streaming harmlessly off of the leaves he's wearing - one benefit of not having to bother with woven clothes. His hands are carefully cupped around something, and if he notices someone nearby he'll offer a peek with a smile,] Would you like to take a look?

[He's managed to catch a handful of twinkling plankton, his stem-like skin helping to keep enough water in his hands to keep the little creatures at least somewhat comfortable. Of course, after that long in the water, Trahearne has most certainly been stung by jellyfish already.]


D. WILDCARD


[Trahearne is pansexual, making him open to 18+ m/f, m/m, and others. Feel free to PM me here or at evilbo if you have any questions!]

Sparkles

[whiteplume]

[It's that fantastic luminance that catches Jingyi's eye as he strolls along the beach. Jingyi has seen many types of creatures in his lifetime but never has he stumbled across such a strange specimen. The creature before him looks as if its completely comprised of twigs and leaves but there's that bizarre glow emitting from within its leaves that suggests otherwise. He cannot help but stare at the creature as it beckons for others to see what it caught.

Unable to quell his curiosity, Jingyi cautiously makes his way towards the water. While he isn't interested in getting drenched (silk robes are expensive) but he's curious to see what this mogwai found. While the creature looks like an evil spirit of some kind, that gentle look within its gaze says otherwise.]

What is that?

[He questions in awe.]

It looks like an insect.

Beach, please!

[vegalthon]

[For once, Oran feels like he's not the tourist in a town made all of humans. He blinks, looks back at Trahearne, and returns the smile with a warm one of his own.]

I guess as much as any of us are 'residents', yeah.

[He's prepared for the awkward to come, by nature of being generally steeped in it at all times. Case in point: others are dressed for the beach, either sporting the ridiculously skimpy bathing suits that the robots have provided as though they had owned them for ages, or keeping their repose classy under the shade of the trees and near the robot-run stalls. Oran has rolled up his sleeves and pant legs (even the one over his tail) and has his leather boots tucked under his arm, but he's not only ashen grey, he looks pasty, as though he hasn't seen good light in months. Oof.]

What do you need to know? I'm game.

Snacks

[humanbody]

[The smell of the fish nearly has him turning away but the little creature that clacks its teeth together for its master to get the attention of passersby piques his curiosity. Despite not wanting the fish, it certainly gets V's attention.

V watches the two creatures working for a moment.]

Interesting helpers you have.

Lio Fotia | Promare

[burnishingmad]

1. Beach

[Even with the heat, Lio doesn't feel it. He's never seen a beach, but it's... Nice. It almost reminds him of the desesrt. But the ocean spray is new, the smells are new. If he focuses on that and not everything else surrounding his arrival, then it could easily have just been that he drove to the coast.

Of course he's sticking more to himself, and not near those little shacks. He's still in his full leather getup with full boots and all. He must be hot, but he doesn't seem to be breaking a sweat. Strangely, he's not going anywhere near the water. Not even the edge of the shoreline. Lio's staying as far back from it as he can for now.

Eventually, he does have to go in one of these little shacks to get out of the sun.]

Excuse me. I just need to get my bearings a little here.

[Sorry if he walked in on anything unseemly.]

3. Grilling It Up

[He was told if he wanted anything, he had to either catch his own food, or pay for them with credits. Despite living in the desert scavenging for years, catching his own food like that isn't anything he's skilled at. And besides, it may be beneficial to try and do things... legally. So he offers to help cook some of the fish. His Burnish flames should be enough to cook them quick.

Lio's taking orders and cranking them out but.]

Sorry. I'll make you a new one.

[He's never cooked before. What's worse is making him do it in a frilled apron with a speedo underneath. This is actually the worst and he's really distracted. So chances are high he burned your fish.]

Wildcard
[Anything within reason goes. o/ Lio isn't going to be too into intimate interactions but if you wanna work something out let me know. He is in his 20s though so for anything sexy, I'd really prefer 18+]

3!

[spacerat]

[ duo was using his newly-gained dunk tank credits in order to try some food. he had caught fish, earlier, but it was a pain in the ass so - why not allow himself to be lazy.

but yeah, what he was watching got pretty burned. before he can even say anything, though, the cook apologizes. he blinks because the cook is cute in that apron, even if he looks a little uncomfortable. ]

You're fine, man. First time?

[ there's a lot of people doing this for the first time it seems. ]

1.

[whiteplume]

[Dripping with sweat and twice as miserable as he ought to be, Jingyi offers the newcomer a curt nod. While the elf does his best to retain his regal bearings, it's quite difficult under such uncomfortable circumstances. It never gets this warm in his homeland. The sleepy forests of Plume are usually moderate at best. Unable to cope with this heat, Jingyi finds himself sweating worse than a stuffed boar. It's embarrassing, to say the least, but at least he hasn't succumbed to heatstroke. Yet, that is.]

You are excused.

[He states with a faint curl of his lips. Even though he looks miserable as hell, he's trying his best to remain amicable. It's a difficult task but Jingyi tries.]

Is it always this hot?

[He mutters as he keeps fanning himself.]

3

[fireflag]

[ All things considered, Galo is probably a man who is best friends with half the food delivery people in town. This man not only refuses to set fires, he would probably end up charring anything he attempted to make. Sure, it means he eats like a bachelor, but he works out enough that it doesn't seem to affect his health TOO much.

His reaction is less surprised than it should be. Maybe it's because this place is just bizarre from the start and his thick head can only process so much at once. He was expecting to grab a snack here, but instead, look!

Friend! Or... something like that. Ally? Rival?

Lio! It's Lio. It's at least very much a bonafide Lio. Even if it's him, it's still a relief to see a familiar face? He's got no reason to be aggressive when 1. Lio seems to be behaving and 2. They're both stuck in some kind of fever dream here.

Wait, maybe he is dreaming? He's gonna have to question why Lio's dressed like THAT in his dreams, though, oh boy. ]

Yo, Lio! Haha, oh, do all you guys use your fire for cooking, too? [ When they aren't burning down buildings and the like. ]

[ ooc: just as i was gonna slap him back on the tdm haha. ]

keiichi maebara | higurashi no naku koro ni

[keichan]

[ 1 - Sun's Out, Guns Out ]
[ Despite having only lived in the rural village of Hinamizawa for few months, as Keiichi looks out over the almost alien beach in front of him, he can't help but feel incredibly homesick. It's not that the view in front of him is any less lovely than the red, orange, and yellow hues of the sun setting across the rice fields, forests, and dirt roads of home, but as he looks out at the crystal clear water, the pristine sand, and the verdant hills separating the beach from the world around it, he can only think about how nice it would be to share it with his friends.

It still feels so weird, being trapped here in this completely alien world (look, isekai really hadn't been a thing in 1983), to say nothing of the really weird, futuristic bracelet he was given to wear. The implications of that are too embarrassing for him to really think about right now, so he focuses instead on trying to find some manner of distraction.

Also, it was really considerate of whoever brought him here to make sure he has a swimsuit, but they can go straight to hell for making sure it's this one. He's sticking with his usual red and black-lined sleeveless top and a green pair of shorts with sandals, so don't ask about the drooping swan head briefs lying in the sand nearby him.

Thankfully, it seems some of the robots (or maybe just some kind stranger) were generous enough to set up a volleyball net. He notices someone else eyeing it nearby, and so, picking up the ball, he approaches holding the ball, giving a friendly smile. ]

Hey, wanna give it a try? It's usually more fun with teams, but I'm sure we can make it work with just the two of us.

[ 2 - Shall We Play A Game? ]

[ Honestly, Keiichi's been eyeing the drinks since the moment he arrived. There's nothing like waking up in a bizarre, otherworldly place run by robots to really make him miss the parfaits and desserts of his favorite restaurant back home, Angel Mort, and so far, this is looks like the closest thing he'll find. (Even then, the robots wouldn't look nearly as good in the uniforms.) After being reassured by the staff's polite, robotic voices that the drinks contain absolutely no alcohol (or, at the very least, he will be served non-alcoholic versions), he finally agrees to try some of the exotic-looking drinks.

He starts with just one, but then he tries another, and then another. Each time, he tries a different flavor, and while each one lacks a certain something — probably the care and devotion of a distinctly human touch — but they're not bad. Kind of interesting, actually. He's particularly fond of the Vivace flavor.

But someone should've probably stopped him at just one. And he probably shouldn't have tried all of them, but nobody bothered warning him about the drinks around here.

All that Vivace may or may not have helped him approach someone with a deck of playing cards, offering a friendly game. Or why he's been particularly loquacious when it comes to talking about all the times he's lost at said card game and been forced to wear some terrifyingly humiliating outfit as a result. ]

Alright, so what are you thinking? Blackjack? Crazy Eights? I'm a fan of Go Fish myself, but it's more fun if there's more people involved!

[ 3 - The Ballad of the Swan ]

[ Alright, that was probably too much Vivace. Keiichi doesn't know quite how the robots managed to talk him into it — they're robots — but he finds himself in a rather humiliating position now.

Technically, this is a wet shirt dunk tank, and to that end, the robots did provide him with a tight-fitting white shirt, which really just gives him more clothing to wear. But instead of his normal clothes, he's manning the booth wearing that damned swan swimsuit, its head bobbing majestically as he hangs precariously on the seat of the dunk tank.

He seems resigned to his fate... that is, until he notices someone standing in front of the booth. Someone that the robots seem to be offering a quantity of balls. His eyes widen in absolute terror, as he wonders what he could have possibly done to deserve this. ]

No... you wouldn't...!

[ 4 - Wildcard ]

[ Got another idea or any questions? Feel free to discuss it with me via PM or at bofubutt! Just be aware that for smut, Keiichi is 16 years old as of his canon point. His preference will be m/f for anything particularly physical, but ota for cr or just plain teasing him. ]

merlin (fgo)

[esoterica]

1. beachitude

[what a dick! is probably what's going through some peoples' minds, for sure, as a woefully stylish and aptly prepared smug man looks out over the waters of the Nameless Isle. it's not exactly his first foray into world spelunking, but this one seems to come with the added bonus of nothing immediately coming and trying to obliterate any chance for a good time. it's vacation time, baby. he pushes up his sunglasses (it's too cloudy to be wearing them), and leans a little bit further back in his reclining position, rather enjoying the way the water comes at his feet. his toes dig into the sand, and there's almost this... weird sort of way that the encroaching waves seem to never come all the way up to him, despite how low he is along the shoreline. surely, he doesn't have any specific magical capabilities to prevent that from happening, and if he did, he would be putting them to better use.

except, of course, that this is Merlin, Grand Caster and shit lord extraordinaire. after being confined to a stone tower for centuries, he's moved on from viewing humanity as a long winded and incredibly entertaining soap opera.]

Ah. Can you feel that certain... calmness in the air? I have to admit, it's been a while since we've been able to relax like this. [uh.] Perhaps a little reprieve is well deserved. Excuse me- you, would you mind stepping 3 steps to the left? I believe the shade would be beneficial to us both.

2. snackitude

[it really wouldn't be that difficult to snatch up some food from the stalls, but he's not a thief, and even less inclined to make a scene on his first day of vacation. to be fair, Merlin doesn't really need to eat at all, but when in Rome, avoid Nero. he looks at a rather compelling grilled fish on a stick, and considers his options.

credits. that's what he needs.

catch him currently sitting on the wooden platform of a dunking booth, tying his hair up neatly into a pony tail. it shimmers softly and if you look at it, has prismatic properties that almost feel as if you're looking into a rainbow of sorts. that's not the focus of the moment, however, as this is a prime opportunity to get dunked. he deserves it.

depending on the situation, though, he might be cheating. balls might swerve or curve just before hitting the mark, which is most likely frustrating. or maybe you can account for that after having watched a few come up, try, and fail. Merlin looks positively dry at this point, but if you catch him off guard, there's a very good chance, you'll drown him in sea water.]

Unlucky. You hate to see it. Can I get an F in chat, boys?

[he takes a sip of some bubble tea out of an overgrown ligthbulb. impossible to tell which drugged up version's in there, but Merlin seems to be enjoying himself nonetheless.]

3. sparkitude

[it's beautiful, and that's what draws Merlin to it, the Grand Magus of Flowers who finds himself inexplicably attracted to anything truly magnificent and worthy to be seen. he knows what causes the bio-luminescence, and while it provides a calming sort of light over the nearby crests of the waves crashing against the shore, he does have sympathy for the plankton and bioforms that are coming to greet them. these small lifeforms, living and dying in such a short span of time, playing out their swan song before the inevitable cycle of life comes to swallow them up. he smiles, and maybe for once, it doesn't look like the type that makes a person want to punch him in the face.]

Beautiful, aren't they?

[it reminds him of humans- the entirety of their civilization an enigma that he's watched and cared for over millennia. they're the lucky ones, after all. they can feel emotion, they can fall for each other, they have intricate myriad pathways of thoughts that make up infinite possibilities, and in knowing that, it's the closest thing to love that Merlin can feel.

which is a whole lot of navel gazing for someone so deeply dense and esoteric.]

Have you tried swimming in them? I can feel a sort of Eros in the air when I look at them.

4. or whatever you're into

[hit me up with anything!]

1; hello brother from another mobage

[poopio]

[ Oh, was he standing in the wrong spot? Dear him, he had not noticed, though his own radiance might be partly to blame, something he can't help. Even standing in the shade does little to mitigate it.

Regardless, he is happy to oblige as he had merely been admiring the view. His search for answers had proven fruitless thus far, and the Grandcypher is nowhere to be seen, making him believe only he alone had been snatched from their world. For what reasons -he has yet to find out- but he does not mind biding his time to learn more. Mostly, he hopes the hours that pass in this world are not equal to the ones in their own. ]

Forgive my carelessness, I had simply been spellbound by how much the horizon reminds me of the one in from my home world. One could almost mistakenly believe they had nary moved a single step from where they last were, yet our arrival here proves otherwise.

[ Waking up in a hospital, greeted by a hologram, had been evidence enough of that. ]

However, I did not mean to block your view. I can shift my gaze to your attire instead, if you prefer. I am quite interested in the nature of the round structure.

[ He points to the donut-shaped floatie. ]

Galo Thymos | Promare

[fireflag]

i. beach

[ Going to the beach has never been super in the cards for Galo. He keeps himself very busy, even though he sleeps at work like a true hero. Now that he's a firefighter, there might be a fire at any time! He can't just leave the city!

But he did leave the city involuntarily, so as much as he's lamenting his absence, he can enjoy the view here. It's waaaay bigger than the lake, obviously, and the smell is totally different. He's waded out to thigh level, hand acting as a shield over his eyes and lets out an impressed whistle. ]

Haha, it just goes on forever, huh? Wow!

i. sparkles

[ Galo has not left the beach all day. He's just a bit sunburnt, resting on a towel he's coopted from some generous person and munching on some skewered fish he's managed to acquire by putting in a few hours of 'volunteering' in some way that likely involved his pecs.

For being such a big lug, he really enjoys pretty things like the sparkles lighting up the water right now. He can't help but try and chat about it to the closest person nearby. He turns his head to speak. ]

Oi, oi, is it always like that? Is the water here always sparkling at night?

sparkles

[air_head]

[Not even the excited splashing of bare feet can drown the awe in Galo's voice, even if the young man is not quick to respond. For his part, robes bunched in his hands and pants rolled up, he's having too much fun sending silver droplets into bright arcs around him.]

Nope!

[He hops back shy of a playful jellyfish.]

This is the first time I've seen the sea like this! It must be welcoming you!

Sasha Blouse | Attack on Titan

[forrage]

BEACH I GUESS

[ Sasha has no concept of beach attire, so she is here covered from neck to ankles in what appears to be a black catsuit and an intricate system of ropes and straps that might resemble bondage. (She has no concept of bondage, either.) She doesn't really know what to make out of being in this strange, barren land after taking a gunshot right to the heart, but she's faced too many devastating events to crumble from just this. With not much to do and no friends to stick to, she's out and about, exploring this beach and wading in the water.

She picks up something interesting that's floating about, and good Samaritan that she is, she decides to return it to its assumed owner. Basically, a young woman approaches your character and hands them a mankini that someone lost. ]

Here you go. This is for you.

KISSING I GUESS

[ With no money to her name and a hungry, hungry stomach, the only logical course of action is to steal. Isn't that the way the world works? The person with the swiftest hand gets the prey? That's simply the law of the hunt. However, there's only so long a girl can go swiping snacks off counter tops before she's caught and forced to face the consequences.

She's only learning today what a 'kissing booth' is, but the stall owner's threatened to call the authorities if she doesn't work to compensate, and she's not feeling up to being locked up today. Sasha's never been particularly popular with the guys (or girls), so she doesn't even know if she'll succeed, but she has to try.

Anxiously, she grabs the hand of anyone who passes by, clasping it as she begs them to help her with her quota. ]

Please, could you help me? I need ... 15 people to kiss me by the end of today! If I fail, he says I can't keep any of the food I stole -- Err, borrowed.

He also says I'll get locked up!

TENTACLES I GUESS

[ A young woman climbs out of the water dragging what appears to be a live octopus by the tentacle. She's staked it directly in the head with a sharp piece of wood, and it's also suffering from several gunshot wounds, but somehow, it's still moving (albeit, sluggishly). The sea creature is still up to its grabby ways, trying to snake a tentacle up her leg, but she kicks that tentacle swiftly away. ]

Help me kill it. I'll give you half.

[ A pause. She reconsiders. ]

A quarter. [ Two (2) tentacles. ]

DRINKS I GUESS

[ Whether it's because you aren't paying attention, or you just happen to be holding out your fancy drink (whatever it may be) for no apparent reason, Sasha will take this as her cue to step in because it looks like you don't want it anymore. She creeps up from the side, hovering eargerly with hungry eyes, fingers already creeping up to hold your hand. ]

Umm. So. Did you mean to give that to me?

GLORYHOLE I GUESS

[ She's heard some of the bystanders hyping up this apparent 'gloryhole', but she doesn't actually know what's inside, having no concept of what a 'gloryhole' is either. ]

Do you think something's going to happen if I stick my finger inside?

WILDCARD
[ Do something else with me? PM this account or hit me up at charsiu to plot if you want. Sasha is 19 at her canonpoint, and she'll come with AOT manga spoilers. I'm good with both F/F and M/F, and pretty much any of the drinks in the drink prompt. ]

im here for u binbin also #2

[automatized]

Fifteen? That's a lot for one day.

[ says the man who built this city with his dick. anyway. what did you even steal? vidar just stares at her and makes a face. she doesn't .... look good. ]

When's the last time you took a shower? That'll determine if I volunteer.

itachi uchiha | naruto

[anbu]

I. drinks

a. vivace

[A sense of vitality in a man half-dead (or well on his way, in spirit) is strange to experience. His acceptance of the drink is dubious at best, deeply suspicious at worst, and the first taste of tart citrus on his tongue—earning a pinched, subtle grimace—confirms his first mistake of the day. Also, it could stand to be sweeter, but Itachi isn't yet unhinged enough to begin giving culinary advice to robots.

What does happen is that he's able to forget how stripped and blind he feels without sharingan long enough to practice the skills he can perform.

Presence disguised high up in a tree, Itachi threads chakra through the handle of a kunai embedded low on the trunk, like a giddy five-year-old recreating a childhood prank. Anyone who happens to wander too close might find themselves tripping on the invisible tether. Hopefully you're graceful, otherwise your embarrassing accident will be for an audience.]

b. conoscere

[This time, the drink's forced on him to polite protest. Given he's still unused to dealing with sentient mechanical creatures like this, and his last experience wasn't that terrible (petty amusement is as close to 'you've never felt so alive' as he can get), Itachi allows the cup to be pushed into his hand.

Less fun is how the robot calls out to the nearest individual to join him.]

You! You there, handsome/beautiful! [Pick your descriptor.] Join this lonely man for a drink! It's delicious... chocolate?

[Why does the robot sound so unsure? Anyway, in response to this humiliation, Itachi's hand goes white-knuckled around the drink and he glares with hard, black eyes at whoever has been singled out.]

I wouldn't listen to it.

[Very approachable.]

II. snacks

[Survival in the wilderness is a basic skill most shinobi learn while children. The same is true for Itachi, who sees nothing amiss in having to stab his dinner out of the water, and is in fact the sole activity to bring him clarity in this miserable situation so far.

Find him perched on a bare rock, cloak folded and set aside, watchful gaze peering into a deep pond further in from the coast. With no patience for a fishing pole, he has instead opted for the traditional kunai toss. Yes, he is literally throwing knives into the water. Fortunate he still has uncanny aim; the first attempt spears a fish straight through the middle. Barefoot with loose pants rolled to the knee, Itachi wades out and retrieves his prize—a huge fish wriggling through its death throes on the end of the weapon.

If he sees anyone watching or senses their approach, he'll turn and stare.]

III. wildcard

[Find Itachi pacing the beach unhappily in the heat while wearing his full Akatsuki attire, how is he not sweating his balls off? He probably is, he just hides it well. Otherwise he'll be walking into those huts unannounced because he's investigating the area and doesn't care about your privacy. He might also show up at the bioluminescent shoreline, but I couldn't come up with a signal engaging scenario, because he would just stare blankly and think about death.

Hit me up at magisterium if you want to discuss something else. I'm down for m/m or m/f and characters aged 16+. Itachi is 21 but you basically become an adult at 8 in his canon so he's more like 70.]

Ib

[humanbody]

[One of the machines very obviously calls to him, annoyingly referring to him as 'handsome' instead of, well, anything else. He gives the robot and the man it is forcing a drink on a scrutinizing stare before the corner of his mouth curls in an amused smirk that doesn't even come close to reaching his eyes.

He humors the machine for now and comes over.]

Why would he need company to enjoy his drink?

[The robot seems as taken aback as a robot can look.] To be enjoyed fully, this drink should be shared!

[V looks skeptical.] Odd.

oh my god it's lloyd.............. drinks!!

[711]

[Nobody likes these awful pushy robots and their awful tendency to force strange drinks on people. No one but... Lloyd, apparently? Just– give Suzaku a minute here. A minute to stand here and stare at Lloyd who is, of course, more fascinated with the island's resident robots than any sane person ever would be.]

...I don't recommend keeping one as a pet.

['Sup, Earl of Pudding. Welcome to hell!]

Somnus Lucis Caelum | Final Fantasy XV

[luciing]

Beach
[ This is not the Star he serves. All the same, it seems that the power-that-is has called him here to fulfill another purpose, as unsavory as it is to be brought here from being so close to the end of long, endless night... and allowing his brother to finally know rest. Until then, Somnus' hands are heavy with blood.

The heat of the cove is sweltering, yet neither unforgiving nor entirely unfamiliar. Within the depths of his memory, he can recall experiencing days like this accompanied by the sound of heavy footfalls of soldiers. He does not linger upon these memories, they serve him no purpose. Instead his feet carry him forward, almost instinctual, this time towards the water. The water laps about his ankles coolly, and his robes, already heavy, grow weighted at the hem from the waves. Find him upon the shore like this, his sharp gaze wandering every so often to towards the horizon or to the fog along the shoreline.

He's yet to truly acclimate to his surroundings, to say nothing of not being a mere spirit anymore. ]

Snacks- Fishing
[ Having a flesh body now to which he must tend, hunger strikes at an inopportune moment. Falconing had been his choice of hobby when he was alive and reigned; however, he has no avian hunting partner of which to speak. Thus, fishing it is.

He casts his line out.

a) It falls woefully short. Reeling it back in, he repeats the motion, and the hook plops a ways beneath the water. A tentacle snaps out of the water to splash at you... And it disappears back beneath the surface, as if lying in wait.

b) Alternatively, the itself hook snags onto your sleeve. Shhh, it's been a while since he's had, well, a body instead of existing as a soul in a ring (or within a shell of an armored statue). ]

Drinks- Vivace
[ He feels the effect of the drink as soon as the cool, crisp liquid reaches his lips. The emotional burden strikes him as heavily as Titan's fist. Somnus immediately sets the beverage down, and the thin frown that forms upon his lips match how his eyes narrow skeptically.

Should you be near him, he'll even offer a warning, his voice deep, without amusement: ]

Hold. They mean to bewitch us.

[ Amazingly, this is the drink's effect on him. He's been made energetic enough to talk, even should you be a stranger. ]

Wildcard
[ HMU here! He's around any time of the day <3! ]

fishing -b ) hi great grand 2k year old grandpa

[allumer]

[ Noctis is simply walking along the beach, minding his own business, trying to collect driftwood that can be used to cook up some fish he'd just caught a few minutes ago when something seems to snag into his sleeve. He stops immediately, unsure of what's just happened, and though he can't see the fishing line through the air he does at least recognize the thing hooked into the fabric as a lure.

And nearby, a guy with a makeshift fishing rod. What is with these oblivious people trying to fish? The disrespect within his presence, him, the king of fishing?? ]

Hey, watch it! You swung that too far!

V | Devil May Cry 5

[humanbody]

Drinks
[Despite actually arriving in sandals and a sleeveless shirt, V sticks out on the sunny beach, pale and wearing all black. His cane sinks into the sand as he walks, which is nearly as miserable as the heat.

The robot zooming up and insisting he please accept a drink was the tipping point.]

I'm not interested. [His gaze lingers on the sweating, cool looking drinks.] You wouldn't happen to have ice water available, would you?

But, sir, these drinks are specially made for visitors! Please, accept one! [His dark gaze shifts into a glare.] I just want some water.


Sparkles
[The relative coolness of the night is a relief and has V in a much better mood. The glow from the water draws him closer as it does many others and he carefully kneels closer to watch the bioluminescent creatures make their way through the gently rolling waves.]

Pitying, I dropped a tear: But I saw a glow-worm near, Who replied, 'What wailing wight Calls the watchman of the night? I am set to light the ground, While the beetle goes his round: Follow now the beetle's hum; Little wanderer, hie thee home.

[He recites the poem quietly as if speaking to the glowing plankton. Stupidly, he dips his fingers into the water briefly. He pulls his hand back quickly as he spots a jellyfish float by but lets out a sigh of relief as he feels no tell-tale sting.

No sting but he does feel... different.]


Wildcard
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sparkly time

[videnije]

You would best do to mind your hands, little poet.

[ a bit ironic, considering they're of a height. the woman standing near v is looking out onto the ocean, and him, her arms folded over the front of her swimsuit and the white shirt she's wearing over that.

it seems the heat of the night is still affecting her, considering the flush on her skin. she nods to the water again. ]

They are beautiful, but their kiss means problems.

alec mcdowell | dark angel

[monticora]

beach

[ It really doesn't take a whole helluva lot to be better than Terminal City. The place was and still is a shit hole. It's their shit hole, but that doesn't actually matter. This place? Not too much better, but it's got water and that's what sets it apart. Also? No Ames fucking White and his group of jackboots. Seriously. Screw those guys. Alec will take slightly exotic beach where he doesn't know what the hell is going on over that any day of the week. The upside is the healed his bullet wound as well. Which probably wouldn't have taken that long back home given his Transgenic abilities, but this was faster. He was always in favor of faster.

He clearly doesn't look exceptionally well suited for the beach given his clothing. It's layers far more suited for the weather in Seattle. Dreary. Cold. Rainy. Not this. The longer he walks on the sand the more uncomfortable he looks. Which is difficult given his genetic DNA. Transgenics were made to be perfect though sometimes they just didn't mesh well with climates. He'd gone from the confines of a cell to a shit hole apartment in Seattle. Most of his life spent in a cell or roaming around the Manticore facilities as they trained him. Alec will admit that his body has gotten used to terrible weather conditions more than sunshine.

Adapting is the X5 specialty though. Especially when it comes to accommodations. Doesn't mean Alec won't complain about. Maybe one day he'll get a bed that doesn't suck ass. He's avoiding setting up shop or anything in one of the shacks mostly because he prefers to be mobile. He's never been the roots kind despite his set up back home. Manticore expected them to be mobile and not sentimental. It's probably why he's hanging back studying a little shack with a look of utter disgust. ]

drinks

[ Drinks he can get behind. His genetics have made it exceedingly difficult for alcohol to do literally anything to Alec in the past. It takes a lot of alcohol in a short amount of time for him to feel anything. It's probably why he's down to try just about any drink they throw at him. There's no way it'll actually do anything to him, right?

1. Colpito. First thing Alec takes note of is how sweet it is. Seattle is lacking in a lot of stuff. Usually the good shit. Everything's a luxury if you really try hard enough to find a market. This drink could have it's very own. It's not quite what Alec was expecting, but it stirs a warmth in his belly when he finds himself looking around. It's not unusual for Alec to respond to the sight of women, but this is a newer sensation. Something that digs a little deeper and has his gaze lingering. Don't be too shocked if he slides up to introduce himself with a crooked smile.

2. Vicace. Manticore pretty much drains you of any sort of glee or joy as a child. Alec didn't have a childhood. He didn't have things that normal kids got excited about. It only got worse when Max's unit cut and run like they did. Suddenly his unit was under the microscope. The last resort with the first batch out in the wind. Right now though Alec isn't sure what he's feeling, but it's a giddiness. The tart flavor of the drink still sits on his tongue as he moves around at inhuman speeds. Those X5 genetic enhancements really are a delight when you're not having to employ them to snap a guy's neck.

3. Conoscere. Chocolate. It's true that Alec's DNA is a large portion feline, but that doesn't mean that chocolate is something he just can't have. He actually doesn't mind the drink. A little bitterness never hurt anyone. He should know. He deals with Max on the daily and her crusade. He's thrilled though to have this drink, but once it's down it's a weird punch. Alec is naturally already overconfident. Oozing it from his eyeballs practically. Alec's mouth would run nonstop if given half a shot. This? This is taking it to the damn top. Invulnerable is probably the way to describe it. Happy-go-lucky sociopath has been used to describe Alec and its probably incredibly apt at times. Please excuse any and all forwardness. ]

snacks

[ Like Alec is gonna waste his time doing the work of fishing on his own when he can find another way. Alec can do the work easily. His genetics make these types of tasks simple, but why put himself through something so tedious? He'd rather not. Which is why he opts to do some of the odd jobs to gather credits. Which will no doubt maybe go a long way in existing here. He'd rather get himself set up a little better. It's not uncommon to hoard food in Seattle. Lines are stupidly long and he knows the drill. Gotta make sure you protect yourself in the long run.

He gravitates to the kissing booth. Max would probably call him a manwhore, but he prefers to see it as being charitable. He'll slink around this wet t-shirt dunk booth, but he's pretty sure he doesn't have the necessary cup size to please those involved. Still he does look alarmingly nice in a wet t-shirt with a very pleased smile on his face. ]

sparkles

[ At night he's gotta hand it to this place. It somehow manages to offer a lot less and still be better than Seattle. The state of Seattle is kind of garbage right now though. This place feels just untouched in a way. Nothing to really ruin it. By now Alec's kicked off his boots and ditched them somewhere away from the water. The longer he's here the less anxious he feels. The jellyfish are a nice little addition. He's curious and that's probably why he winds up wading out into them. This whole place is starting to feel like one giant mindfuck and truth be told he's growing fond of it. It's a different kind of chaos he's used to.

He's pretty sure one just touched him. His foot jerks out of the water, but not from pain. Just from shock. His eyes search the water and various glows like he's going to find the culprit right off the bat. Instead Alec opts to steps out of the water as he gathers himself. His heart feels like it might jump into his throat. He looks his foot over while balancing rather efficiently on the other one in the sand. His lips purse as he tries to work it all out. A feeling creeps into his gut low and warm. Similar to when he was trying to the drinks. The first person that passes by will have Alec reaching out for them. ] I think those little asshole's drugged me. [ The little asshole's would be the jellyfish. ]

wildcard

[ Feel free to hit me up on mikaelson if you have another idea for a thread. Alec is 21 and while he'll primarily focus on women in the intimate sense he might open the floodgates for all after some time and effort. But other than that Alec is open for all sorts of interactions. ]

lol it took me three tries to successfully post this | beach

[revvedup]

[ max isn’t all that comfortable with the sudden shift in temperature either, though you wouldn’t guess it by the way she’s currently dressed. the clothing the robots have provided her tend to skew towards revealing or skintight, usually the latter when she asks for things that cover more skin. none of it does a great job at concealing the implant, especially when it starts glowing, but they at least provide a barrier between her and the possibilities of accidentally viewing someone’s memories.

she’s not the only one who doesn’t appear to be adapting that well. there’s a man about thirty feet ahead of her similarly clad in inappropriate attire; boots and jeans and leather and - wait a minute.

max’s heart leaps into her throat, pounding as she tries to quell the tiny amount of hope seeing somebody from home again inspires. hope doesn’t do her any good if this isn’t who she thinks it is. but focusing her vision, she’s able to spot the edges of his barcode, which looks, notably, like it’s reappearing after having been lasered off. that it’s been lasered off is troubling, but it’s something she’ll have to ask about later. she doesn’t quite run up to him, not wanting to draw too much attention to them, but her pace increases until she’s at his side, and once she is, she takes him by the arm and leads him somewhere that’s at least partially secluded from the crowd.

she’ll look a little different from the last time he saw her - while her hair has grown out from her time in new amsterdam, it’s still quite a bit shorter than when he’d have last seen it, now reaching a few inches past her shoulders instead of to her waist. but the most notable change is the blue matter fused into her chest, which has started glowing.

max looks down briefly, taking note of this with some frustration, and then back up at him, clearly distressed. ]

I’d say I’m glad to see you, but. [ but that means he’s here, and that she’s got a lot to explain. ] How long have you been here?

aerith gainsborough | ffvii

[aflowers]

I ❀ 𝐵𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽

[ She should probably be worried. A few scant hours ago, she was with her friends, setting out on a journey with an ending she already knows. Then there was the hospital, a holographic welcoming committee, scans and tests that really are nothing special to a woman who's spent as much time in captivity as she.

And now, she's on a beach. A rather dull and dreary-looking kind of beach, but... a beach, all the same. This part? It's not something that she's prepared for in any way at all.

But perhaps that's exactly why she's not worried.

It's almost nice, to not know something.

Her leather boots crunch into the sand, leaving prints in her wake. For now, she's content to just explore and look around, but any other passersby will receive a friendly greeting and a warm smile. ]

II ❀ 𝒟𝓇𝒾𝓃𝓀𝓈

[ If she's on a beach, how can she say no to a fancy drink? Isn't that part of the whole beach-going experience? With a bright smile, Aerith accepts a drink from the `bot that offers it, and then finds a seat in the sand so that she can enjoy it while she watches the waves rolling in. ]

a. 𝒞𝑜𝓁𝓅𝒾𝓉𝑜
[ The drink is fruity and sweet on her tongue, kind of like how Aerith imagines the prettiest flowers might taste, if made into a dessert or sweet drink. There's no immediate effect, nothing that makes her suspicious of what she's drinking. In fact, it's not until the Colpito is halfway drained that her vision catches on someone not too far away from her, and everything changes all at once.

It's a soaring in her heart like she hasn't felt in years, a pulse that feels like it's skipping every other beat. A dryness in her mouth, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. That strange feeling of being right and yet wholly wrong, all at once.

She's nothing if not forward, though, and so Aerith gets back to her feet and walks right up to that one person who's stolen her heart in a single moment, a smile on her lips. ]

Hey there. Nice to meet you.


b. 𝒱𝒾𝓋𝒶𝒸𝑒
[ The moment the liquid touches the inside of her mouth, sweet and sharp all at once in its taste, Aerith giggles. If there was any lingering worry about being stuck somewhere from home, it's gone in an instant, a light joy spreading all through her. With a laugh, she falls back into the sand, arms stretched out, eyes fixed on the dull grey sky.

She doesn't like the sky, most days. But right now she doesn't mind it too much. How can anything bother her when there's happiness to be found in anything and everything?

Depending on when she's found, people who come across her might find Aerith making angels in the sand, rebraiding her hair with a dreamy smile on her lips, or just laughing to herself as she sips more of the tangy drink with which she's been gifted. ]

IV ❀ 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓀𝓁𝑒𝓈

[ Aerith has never seen anything quite so pretty as the way the ocean lights up as the sun falls in the sky. Thousand upon thousands of bright, twinkling lights that draw her attention and bring a smile to her lips just by watching them. They're calming, in a way - bright like stars without the terrifying endlessness of the sky lurking behind them. Drawn by their beauty, she ends up stepping out of her boots and into the water, her smile dreamy as they swarm and twirl through the water around her bare feet. ]

Aren't they wonderful?

[ It's said more to herself than anyone else, although if there is someone nearby, they'll receive a brief flash of that smile before she turns her attention back to the lights, leaning down to trail a hand through the water, a laugh on her lips as she feels the creatures brushing against her fingers.

At first, she doesn't even realize she's been stung. There's no pain, after all. But a moment later, a different kind of feeling altogether washes over her, so strong that Aerith nearly falls over. She keeps upright, though, perhaps partially due to the way her fingers curl over the forearm of the nearest person. The signs of a very sudden and potent arousal are written all over her face: dilated pupils, quickened breath from between parted lips, a hint of pink splashed over her cheeks; the words she speaks, however, are those of warning. ]

Don't touch them. They're... mm, there's something kinda strange about them.

𝒲𝒾𝓁𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓇𝒹 ❀

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colpito

[luciing]

[ The tart taste of the vivace drink lingers upon his lips, as crisp and refreshing as any elixir beneath the cloudless sky and searing sun. Yet the drink also leaves the unpleasant tang of hollowness upon his tongue, as if it's unsettled. The effects of the drink are obvious: he's excitable, willing to interact with others... and flirt speak to their appeal.

For someone who has been a spirit for over two thousand years, having his judgement clouded is both obvious and unprecedented. He recognizes the drink's enchantment, yet he's unable to stop it. Like static to iron, the drink galvanizes him, urging him forward. 

Curiously, he finds her approaching him first. He stills and stares; does a fairer woman walk this beach? ] Well met, maiden. The sun caresses your skin; would that it be a kiss instead.

[ Ye olde flirt... he's 2k years from knowing tinder pick up lines, help ]

Schneizel el Britannia | Code Geass

[expedience]

Arrival;

[ Despite the drab and otherwise dour look of the place Schneizel finds it to be quite an...intrigue to be honest. He's never been somewhere entirely run by robots the world wasn't quite there in terms of technology back home. But he appreciates their ability to think and move on their own, interest piqued as he watches them move every so often while roaming the city.

After all he does enjoy things that...strange and different. You could say he's a collector of sorts. ]

Drinks;

Colpito; [ Well it's not the worst of the bunch but if you catch the other man's eye be prepared to be doused in smooth words. ] This is quite the stunning view, I must say.

[ He says as he stares directly at you, lounging in his seat with his hand propping up his head as he gives a sort of...hungry look. Almost like a man eying a prized possession. ]

Conoscere; [ He might give whoever a smirk as he idly watches them. His air has always been confident but even more so than before. Schneizel is rather forward on a bad day, but with the added confidence from the drink he sure can be a...menace. Please forgive him, he will definitely apologize later for his forwardness. ]

You look to be a bit bored. If you're not opposed to a bit of company, perhaps I might lend myself to help keep you entertained? [ He'll hold out his gloved hand for you to take, that smirk has a hungry, ever so imperceptible, tinge to it as his regards you. ] Perhaps I may even make it worth your while.

[ What the hell is that supposed to mean?! Please run away!! ]

Snacks;

[ So you might find the tall prince wandering the booths with a thoughtful expression and look on his features. The best way to mingle and adapt was to get to know the locals but unfortunately the robots don't lend themselves to giving up much information wise. Still Schneizel can be found roaming about. Still without those so called credits he can't actually afford anything. Cue fast forward montage of Schneizel no manning one of the many kissing booths. It's just a kiss, right? He's open towards male or female recipients nbd. Schneizel don't give a fuck! It's actually quite fun trying to get flustered reactions out of the more innocent ones, but he'll keep that amusement to himself. Just some easy money. At least he's pretty good looking?! ]

Sparkles' [ He won't actually be wading in the water, because he knows better. No. Instead he will let others do his dirty work so he can observe what the effects might be should these creatures possess any toxins or harmful fluids that might react poorly with a human's biology. So he'll be sitting up by the shore, watching with a keen interest, as people enjoy themselves. He's all but silent as he looks out towards the expansive sea. Please come bother him. ]

Wildcard;

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colpito

[regalfluff]

[It must be something in the air. Or the drinks. Another human was propositioning him. In the same day. It was absolutely unheard of. No one dared act so casually with someone of his power and reputation! And yet the humans crawling over the place seemed to think nothing of approaching a complete stranger who very much radiated danger.

Still, the man was handsome enough, for a human, and it was never a bad idea to cultivate more allies. With an internal sigh, Sesshoumaru resigned himself to another conversation with a human.]


Yes, I suppose it would be. For you.

Mercedes von Martritz | FE: 3 Houses

[livedtoserve]

I. Beach

Looking out over the crashing waves, one of the latest arrivals to Erku seemed awestruck by the beauty of the beach. Certainly, she was concerned with suddenly waking up *on* said beach when the last thing she could remember was defeating the dragon-goddess of the church she'd spent her entire life serving... but for now?

"Beautiful, isn't it?" That was what an approaching person might gather from Mercedes, at least at first, along with a smile in their direction. "I've never been to the ocean before."

II. Drinks

"I'm not sure which one I should try..." Humming lightly to herself, Mercedes' eyes darted back and forth between a few different drinks. Luckily, so long as she was clearly going to take one, the 'bot that had flagged her down seemed happy enough to wait patiently for her to make her choice. "Chocolate is nice, but I don't really have anyone to share it with..."

Would she be approached by somebody willing to share conscere with her? Or would Mercedes only run into a stranger once she'd decided on verace?

III. Snacks

"What's a gloryhole tent?" That question would go unanswered by the bots that eagerly sent Mercedes into one of the structures in question. They'd explained that she'd be paid, of course, but her wristband didn't indicate any payment yet. Perhaps she needed to wait a while? Sitting on the seat handily provided for just such an occasion (or perhaps for some other, currently unforeseen purpose,) she did just that-eyes mostly wandering, falling occasionally on the strange hole in the fabric.

II

[nobiliteatime]

That silhouette... of course, Ferdinand told himself, that another of their erstwhile comrades would have been somehow brought here. Of course, few of those comrades seemed to remember fighting against the archbishop and the Church under Edelgard's command. Even Edelgard herself seemed to have no memory of the battle. For all he knew, if he approached Mercedes, she might remember something akin to what Dorothea remembered: having to face him on the battlefield as an enemy, and that thought saddened him.

Still, he would not leave a good friend alone.

"Mercedes, I can hardly believe it!" he exclaimed in a bright, cheerful voice as he approached from behind her. "Truly, the goddess has blessed us with this joyous reunion. May I join you?"

Peridot | Steven Universe

[peridork]

[Canon point is just post "Keeping it Together", so. I apologize in advance for the immense rudeness.]

Beach
======================
[It's taken her a few days to get over the idea that she's not really 'on the run' here. That this isn't Earth, that those Crystal Clods probably aren't around to try and shatter her or whatever it is they want with her. Most importantly? There's no Cluster to worry about here. That makes a world of difference.

All the same, she's still incredibly out of her depth here, stranded on an equally alien world full of equally alien lifeforms and as many unfamiliar weather phenomena as earth was. So her guard is hardly down here; she avoids being seen where possible, skirting suspiciously from place to place like a shifty little bright-green, half-robot sasquatch.

She's definitely not as subtle as she thinks she is. Odds are good you might overhear and catch her lurking behind some random shack, or the gloryhole tent, or the dunk tank-- or god knows where else, really, sky's the limit-- lurking and speaking into a weird holographic screen:]

Log date, 765: The local lifeforms on this planet have some truly disgusting customs. Today I was heckled by one of the mechanical attendants to volunteer my efforts to participate in something called a kissing booth--

[ Or ]

Log date, 766: My suspicions are confirmed: organics are truly only capable of the most barbaric acts. Today I stumbled upon something called a dunk tank--

[ OR. ]

Log date, 767: The incredibly long list of unsavory things that humans are willing to put their horrid mouths on continues to grow, as each day I encounter more and more evidence that their depravity knows no bounds--

[It's possible to find her when she's not recording a log, too. Though generally when she's not doing that, she's lurking around being rudely and openly horrified by just about every organic custom she lays her eyes upon, from the totally mundane to the outrageously lewd.]

Sparkles
========================

Oh. Wow...

[Resistant as Peridot has been towards the various 'charms' of organic life, it's hard for her to find any fault in this. She's crouched down and staring wide-eyed into the glittering water from what she considers to be a safe distance, and she is absolutely transfixed. For a moment, she reaches out a hand, extends a disembodied finger as if considering dipping a digit into the mysterious liquid... But she reconsiders at the last moment, withdrawing her hand and resigning herself to simply watching for a bit longer.

Offer encouragement, shove her in face first, cannonball on in there yourself... Do whatever you like to interrupt her. Just be aware that whatever you do, it comes with the risk of her possibly getting spooked and pulling a 'hand gun' on you.]

sparkles

[mirrortide]

[Lapis knows Peridots. And she particularly knows a certain Peridot. What, however, is throwing her, is the way this one is acting. The fact that there's limb enhancers and the physical form itself is wrong is throwing her a bit.

So, what she does instead is watches for a bit. From the sky she can get a good view without being spotted as she observes.

Observes her about to touch the glowing water, which Lapis already knows is a bad idea, because she's been here long enough to know everything comes with a price. Though she's not sure how well that'd work on limb enhancers anyway.

Well, she should probably say something anyway, because at the very least she is another Gem, and she's not completely alone with being the singular one here anymore.]

Hey! [She calls out, still in the air, but she's lowered herself a little now.] Peridot!

Miranda Lotto | D.Gray-man (CRAU) | OTA

[allthetimekept]

I | Beach
[When she found herself in this new place, it was deja vu. Another new city, mostly empty. Another new world she didn't know. But this world was different. It had a beach. And quite a bit of fog. That certainly felt familiar.

The expectations that she would do...That was very different. Different enough that Miranda had elected to push that completely from her mind and Not Thing About It At All. Time to get settled in, learn the environment, and not do anything inappropriate.

But she sat on the sands just close enough to dig her toes into the small waves waxing and waning on the beach. She had no intentions of going into the water as some other people had, but she needed the time to collect herself, to work through the new information she'd gained. Anyone who walked by she'd smile at, give a shy, awkward wave. No need to be rude just because she was new here.

After a while she got up and walked along the length of the beach, close to the water, looking around for anything important she might notice. Or a person she might recognize.

She didn't expect for a huge gush of water to burst out from the waves on her blind side, caused by someone playing or something. She let out a surprised squeal and took some steps back, not realizing she was falling over right onto whoever might be sitting nearby.]

Oh goodness, I'm so sorry!


II | Drinks
[After that embarrassing ordeal, Miranda moved further back away from the water and plopped herself down, ready to try and collect herself yet again. Because that is how it always seems to happen, isn't it? The robots though were so polite. Much nicer than the ones from the station often were. They even were providing drinks, how generous of them! She was willing to try the drinks, since they seemed to excited and proud of them. How could she tell them no? She should have been more careful in what she picked.]

II.A | Geloso
[It was bitter but Miranda didn't mind it. What did mind was how flagrantly some of the people were walking around looking so...so...like that! Beautiful and handsome and some of them barely clothed! It was showing off their whole bodies and Miranda knew she had very little to show herself, but seeing other people like this normally wouldn't have bothered her. She knew she was an average sort of woman. But today, she couldn't help but stare with annoyance in her eyes, eyes cut. Someone close by might even here her muttering to herself about people needing to have some modesty.]

II.B | Vivace
[It was a lovely mix of fruit and tart and Miranda finished it off very quickly. It gave her so much energy, she wasn't sure quite what to do with it. There she stood, all but hopping with excitement, but not quite sure what to do with herself. Then she spotted someone nearby and hurried over to them.]

We should do something! Perhaps play a game? Build a sand castle? Oh! We could even try to catch a fish! With our bare hands? I saw someone doing that early it might be exciting. Would you be interested?

II.C | Conoscere
[She hadn't had chocolate in a very long time, Miranda realized as she drank it. It wasn't as good as the chocolate she remembered but it had that bitterness that she enjoyed. She let out a little hum of happiness as she drank it, leaning against the wall of one of the lean-tos as she did so. She's about half-way through it when someone walks by and she decides to call out to them.]

Are you looking for someone?


III | Sparkles
[With the Vivace drink still effecting her as night falls and the beach begin to glow and sparkle, Miranda can't help the urge to step into the water and run her fingers through the waves. She feels happy and at peace, splashing some water up up at a person who might be nearby.]

It feels very refreshing!

[And then she feels a sting on her calf, causing her to jump at the tingling sensation. Lights move away from her and she reaches down to rub at her calf, not sure if she might have upset one of the creatures by coming too close. The heat moving up her leg is certainly not the pain she expected.]


IV | Wildcard
[OOC: If you want to do something else, go right ahead and I'll roll with it! Or hit me up at chocolateisbrainfood. Miranda is a CRAU from A_Facility and Haven_RPG. She wears an eyepatch from losing her left eye and is 29 years old. OTA, but 20+ for anything shippy or smutty.]

I

[conjobs]

[John sort of catches her with all the awkwardness and clumsiness of something uncoordinated despite the scene playing out like the first ten minutes of a romcom. That's definitely a bruise going to form on his shoulder come tomorrow morning but he seems to be in a chipper mood, shrugging it off.]

No worries mate. You alright? [He flashes her a tight-lipped but warm smile. He looks like he stepped out of a detective noir film rather than like he'd dressed for the beach, but praying at the AI wishing well for some beachwear wasn't high up enough on his list of wants and needs.]

James T. Kirk of the AoS Variety

[tobodlygo]

((OOC: Jim is post Star Trek Beyond, and because it's always hilarious, I am OK with muses recognizing him from Popular media if they're Earth based and post 2009 - not sure if that's good in the game proper but for a tdm it's fun!))

Arrival

This was... not how Jim had expected his day to go. What he had expected to happen after his usual morning routine was that he'd collect the dossier for today's meeting at the Opening of the New Vulcan Science Academy building built for Spock Prime, he'd spend some time with some stiflingly uptight Vulcans, spend the whole time tallying up how many times they called him illogical, and then maybe play chess with his first officer in the evening.

What he had not expected was to be beamed into a transporter room that was certainly not like anything he'd seen in the modern federation, and then ganged up and scanned by at least seven different robots and then shuffled out of the hospital.

This was certainly not New Vulcan.

"What in the fresh hell?"

Drinks
Verace:
Jim had always liked Irish Cream, it wasn't something that the replicators could get quite right without fresh cream, and well, the Enterprise is many things but a cattle ranch is not one of them.
The drink itself is delicious but about halfway through he can't help but feel odd.
He looks visibly confused, the desire to just open his mouth and talk is...
This feels familiar. There's a beat of panic in his face as he remembers the mission with a truth serum - and he immediately puts the drink down, turning away to get anywhere but here when he bumps into someone...


Conoscere:
James T. Kirk has never been a bashful man, nor even a particularly chaste one; but he has to admit that in the last three years of their mission the whole one-night stand, wham, bam, thank you ma'am approach lost it's exciting and shiny appeal after he left the Academy.

But he's not there, any more. He's not a captain right now, and as far as he can tell, none of his crew are here at all. What's wrong with treating himself and someone else for a night?

He slides over to someone who catches his eye, grinning at them striking up a conversation.

"Are you as new as I am here? Want to make it a night to remember?"

Sparkles

There are many, many planets with beaches that do this when the sun sets, Earth being one of them. The bio-lumiesence of some coasts have always fascinated him and to be able to just stand there in the beautiful water and watch-

Something solid slaps against his legs and he startles slightly. He can't see any seaweed, and the wave retreats from him in a slow roll, obscuring anything it might have been.

Does it feel warmer now? Hmn. It's probably nothing...

Verace

[allthetimekept]

[Miranda is full of vim and vigor herself, excited and ever helpful, thanks to the Vivace she's drunk. It had ended up being her favorite of the drinks and she maybe had more than one of them...

She bumps into a man who looked like he was trying to leave and immediately reached out to grab him arm.]

Are you leaving? Where are you going? Do you need any help?

[Extremely enthusiastic about helping people right now, she is, sorry.]

izuru kira | bleach

[decapitating]

II. drinks

⚔ geloso;

[ This feels bad, actually.

Even as he feels the jealousy bubble up, Izuru knows it's bad. He knows he has no reason to feel this way about a stranger. Still, it's awful and pervasive. He frowns, trying to avoid eye contact. ]

Could you please leave?

⚔ text - haiku;

on a nameless isle,
the sky, the sea, the fog-- grey.
nothing auspicious.

text; un: lys.skkovgaaaardrdrdd

[pawper]

what?

[internal dial up noises....]

oh!
that's poetry, right?
the fancy kind that doesn't rhyme?

[i am VERY sorry]

Kotetsu T. Kaburagi | Tiger & Bunny

[tigerbeat]

i. it's tiger, the one who can't take the heat.

[ Kotetsu isn't anti-summer, but he didn't expect to be tossed right into a vacation-style environment in his slacks and long sleeves. He's got his sleeves and pant legs rolled and his socks tucked into his shoes that he's carrying in one hand.

Ahhh, What the hell? What the hell? What is all of this? Is this some NEXT's power? Some big illusion ability? Wouldn't be the first! Probably! But damn, this was a lot! And how the heck does he get out of it?

At least he can get out of the heat, right? He's not fond of camping out in a hut, really, though he'd slept in a pile of garbage before so maybe pickiness was not a right he had.

He at least, for once, has the sense to knock, rapping on the door with his knuckles. ]

Hello? Anyyybody there? Mind if I take a break before I melt out here?

[ Help an 'old man' out. ]

ii. it's tiger, the one who's a functional alcoholic.

[ Does he trust the drinks here? Maybe no.

Is he going to have one anyway? Well, can anyone blame him. Look at the situation he's in! Anyone would think the same.

There is a good chance he has selected, in his infinite wisdom, Conoscere or Vivace based on coloration alone. He's not really picky. He's drank some real bottom barrel stuff as a delinquent teen.

Lucky you if you have to deal with him. ]

iv. it's tiger, the one who, despite everything, has hope.

[ What a long ass day.

Stumbling on people making out in one of the huts, cutting his foot on a seashell, getting 'intoxicated' on whatever the hell drinks he had and embarrassing himself. Not being able to call his mom or daughter... feeling trapped.

What a day.

But, he's dealt with worse, hasn't he? Infinitely worse. And things work out. If you believe in justice, in yourself, in your own gut instinct, you can solve most things. He wants to believe that, despite everything that's happened at home and here.

And seeing the sparkles in the water, he thinks 'This place really sucks... but maybe it's pretty, too. Maybe.'

He can't help but wade ankle-deep into the water to look out at the horizon.

And like the hopeful, justice-loving, loveable dipshit he is, he is bound to get stung. But at least he's enjoying the view! ]

drinks

[regalfluff]

[Interesting. The man was older. Sesshoumaru hadn't seen many humans that were older in the new world. He himself didn't put much stock in the human custom of counting years; demons of his breeding lived practically forever unless they were too stupid to avoid death. They also didn't age visibly for the most part. Sesshoumaru was over nine hundred years old, but he looked about twenty. Still, it was interesting, enough that he paused to watch the man.

He'd clearly been drinking as well, though the effects seemed reasonably benign. For the moment.]