TDM 005: HAPPY SPOOKTEMBER

[erkumods]

TDM 005: HAPPY SPOOKTEMBER

Arrival This time, you come out of the water, the Nameless Island's own inherent energy drawing people in. It's like being suspended between realities and abruptly pushed from behind through a rift in dimensions. It may make you sick, or that might be the motion of the ocean, lifting you to the surface and carrying you to shore. Waterlogged and covered in sand, new arrivals will be greeted by robots who welcome them with towels and bracelet devices. The A5 card is already loaded up. Feel free to explore the Island, though there isn’t much to see. Most of the buildings are abandoned and in dire need of repair, and beyond the city lingers a thick fog that obscures much of the wilderness from view. Wander too far into this fog, and you will find yourself mysteriously looping back to where you began, your memories of what you were doing and how you got there erased. With that in mind, it may be wise to stake your claim on a rundown apartment, a tent on the beach, or a bed in the "comfortable" new barracks. Your inventory will be found a day later, wrapped up haphazardly and delivered to each person's makeshift home. ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● I. Harvest Hunt As the daylight grows shorter and the muggy heat of the island’s summer gradually shifts to temperate days and chilly nights, Erku’s accessible wilderness explodes with a colorful collection of tempting fruits, fragrant-smelling herbs, and nuts and seeds plumped and ready for harvest. With warnings to beware of monsters, the robots of Erku encourage Islanders to take advantage of the land’s bounty by distributing basic camping supplies to those who are interested in exploring, hunting, and harvesting. They strongly encourage making the journey with a friend! Any surplus foods that Islanders bring home with them can be exchanged for credits with cafeteria robots! Just be careful out there - some of these fruits have strange effects once consumed. For extra protection out there in the wilds, the robots have fashioned crowns of flowers or foliage to wear on their adventures. The sweet and herbal smells from the crowns will discourage most Erku-native monsters from approaching, they assure - this is ancient knowledge from the planet’s long-gone civilization, so it can’t be wrong! What the robots don’t know is that the crowns have a deeper, more ritualistic purpose: after a few hours, the scent of flowers or herbs begins to awaken primal instincts within the wearer. Those who are wearing the foliage crowns feel overwhelmed by an urge to hunt, while those who wear the flower crowns delight in every opportunity to tease, outrun, and outwit the hunters. What happens when the chase ends? Well, that depends on the personalities and the chemistry between the hunters and their prey. While the robots are very insistent on placing crowns atop the heads of any Islander they see, they aren’t stuck on in any way and they are easy to remove, which can prevent or break the hunting trance. ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● II. seeds and sap Of particularly high credit value, the robots explain, is an elusive flower known as the skull sunflower. It appears exactly as one might imagine: at the center of an otherwise innocuous, towering sunflower is the gruesome visage of an open-mouthed skull. Don’t worry, the flowers are harmless! Even if it’s strange how the empty-socketed eyes seem to follow your every move. And why is it that the teeth - which, on closer inspection, are actually the seeds of the flower - only seem to chatter when your back is turned? Any Islander who can withstand their heebie-jeebies long enough to collect the petals and seeds from the flowers will fetch a handsome reward in credits upon exchange with the robots. Beware the sticky, blood-red sap that seeps from the eyes of each skull, however. Those who absorb too much through their skin will begin to hallucinate, visions of frightening or emotional events from their past dancing in the shadows. One might even mistakenly imagine that another Islander is someone they recognize from their past, someone who meant something to them - no matter whether that person is alive or dead in the present. The hallucinogenic effects of the sap can last for hours, or they can be shortened by a dip in the public baths. ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● III. Tarot Night comes, and in the darkness, a robot sets up a table by the beach. A solitary candle sits in the center, illuminating a deck of cards. F̶i̴n̵d̸ ̸y̶o̸u̸r̵ ̵f̵o̸r̷t̵u̶n̶e̷?̴ The robot reveals tarot cards and will do a variety of spreads to tell your fortune. Each fortune can be distilled into one central theme, which characters will find pervades their life for the next 24 hours. There is magic afoot: it can be sensed, and perhaps even dispelled, if luck is on your side. Though most robots on the island show a capacity for greater-than-average artificial intelligence, this pseudo-psychic 'bot -- M.S. Cl30 -- is less advanced. It only has six interpretations prepared: Always watch your back. - Characters will be compelled to walk, or even speak, backwards for the duration of the day. Those who mishear it as "wash your back" may spend longer in the shower than usual. Fake it til you make it. - Characters will feel compelled to act performatively. They will more readily fall into acts for serious or flirtatious roleplay, or try on costumes that reflect a particular persona they're interested in exploring. Faked orgasms will seem quite realistic. You will receive an affectionate letter from a friend. - Just as it is said, someone will be compelled to engage in correspondence - and whether it turns dirty or not, well, that's up to you! Characters may also quite literally receive an article of clothing with a red letter sewn on the top. What could it stand for? Hold on tight. - Characters who are given this life advice will start to feel rather clingy. They'll attach themselves to someone's side and refuse to leave, or they may find a "security blanket" item and won't let it go. You are a generous, giving person. - Characters will feel compelled to do something kind for someone else. Maybe they'll invite someone to the movies, come over and cook, or do that thing their partner is always asking for. Don't think. Feel. - Even if they weren't before, characters temporarily experience impulsive and hot-headed urges. They will also become very tactile. ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● N A V I G A T I O N

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[erkumods]

[karintous]

If Ema sprayed the skull sunflowers' blood-red sap with luminol, would there be a reaction? Also, are all the skulls roughly the same in size and shape, or do they vary to reflect different ages/backgrounds?

Satoru Mashita | Death Mark

[markbearer]

II: Skullflowers

[So Mashita just got here and it seems like he's already getting roped into some kind of paranormal bullshit in the form of freaky flowers. He grimaces in disgust at these things, already regretting getting involved in the task at hand as some of the sap ends up on his hands.]

Great. I love having gross shit on my hands from fucked up flowers, it's the best feeling.

[The sarcasm is strong in this one, but to be fair, it's not the first time he's had to deal with weird plant shit. But at least this is a step up from Hanahiko?

... At least, until the hallucinations start, but hopefully you are not with him that happens, because a guy with a gun is probably a bad idea to be around if he starts tripping out here.]

III: Tarot

[Mashita has always been an abrasive individual who has to watch his back frequently, so that's nothing new for him really What is new however is the clingyness as he finds himself standing way too close for comfort to some people here.

If he gets called out on it, his response is about as abrasive as ever--]

Look, there's some weird shit going on and quite frankly you look like you would fall over from the force of a summer breeze. Consider this just doing my civic duty in looking out for the people or whatever.

[... Sure Mashita, that's totally a valid excuse.]

WILDCARD

[Got something else in mind that you want to do with us here? Feel free to hit us up!]

III

[reimaginedself]

Right, of course --

[ Yashiki responds almost automatically to the abrasive tone. He pauses as it feels like everything hits him at once. ]

-- Mashita?! [ Of all the people that he thought he would run into, he didn't think that he would see the man, again. ] What are -- [ Well, it's a stupid question to ask what he's doing there. ]

This is unbelievable. [ That's putting it mildly and he lets out a small pained sigh. Everything that's happened is unbelievable. ]

james t. kirk ▹ star trek aos

[winscenario]

▹ ARRIVAL & EXPLORING

[ Of all the adventures he's gotten himself into, getting outright abducted to some alternate reality is definitely a first. Captured? Sure, a couple times. Held for ransom? Been there. Running into some ragtag group of less than friendly aliens? Oh, yeah. This is definitely new, though, on a whole lot of different levels.

Trying to wrap his head around the mere concept of this place is giving him a headache, so he focuses on learning as much as he can about where he is. Eager as he is to find a way out, he's not stupid enough to think it'll be that easy, especially when so many people are already stuck here, not able to find a way out.

After claiming one of the apartments (though he foolishly still hopes he won't need it for very long), he heads out to explore what he can of the island. Various spots where he can be run into; he'll be at the library first and foremost, using what credits he may have to acquire a reading tablet, then downloading as much media as he can onto it.

Stupid of him to think he'd find anything useful, alas. Instead he ends up with a small collection of fiction, and an even bigger collection of very explicit erotica, that might have him shifting where he sits, clearing his throat before closing whatever it is he's reading or watching. He's not at all against porn, honest, but out in public probably isn't the best time or place for it.

The hospital earns a passing visit, if only to check what are the medical supplies like here, and from there he heads out to the gym, where he finds some useful spots to train, and some... interesting devices that just have him chuckling in amusement as he puts a hand over his mouth.

Seriously?, he manages to mutter, then from there, out he heads to check out the bathhouse.

He may have plenty to say about this place, but one thing he can't deny is how beautiful the architecture is, even if mostly rundown. It reminds him a lot of Ancient Roman ruins, and the bathhouse is the place that brings that to mind the most. While he wasn't planning on indulging in the baths, the steam rising from the water is incredibly appealing, and seeing someone nearby looking absolutely relaxed, he sighs and gives in, shedding the single towel wrapped around his waist and climbing in to take up a spot next to them.

... well, he was going to have to wash himself eventually, so he may as well do it now, and enjoy it in the process. ]

▹ HARVEST HUNT

[ It's not the harvest itself that interests Jim. Instead, he's more curious about exploring further beyond the main settlement of the island, and this seems just like the perfect opportunity for it.

He does take advice into account and looks for someone to join him, both during the journey and later on as they find somewhere to set up camp when the sun begins to set. He's intrigued by the crowns given to them, and either during the walk or later on, once they're settled down for the night, he'll idly inspect the flower crown he was given, an eyebrow raised in amusement, albeit still looking very much skeptical about it. ] You don't think these actually do anything to keep us safe, do you?

▹ SEEDS & SAP ▹ TAROT ▹ WILDCARD

[ If anyone would like to do anything with any of the other prompts or anything else not listed here, honestly feel free to PM me and we can hash something out! I cannot stress enough how I am open to literally anything. ♥ ]

harvest hunt

[unvarnished]

[August is more interested in the exploration himself, so it's nice he has a buddy to come along with him. Though he will still pick some herbs along the way out of curiosity. He actually thinks these crowns are pretty fun. Wearing foliage on his head kind of makes him feel like he's literally going back to his roots, in a way.

To Jim's question, he chuckles]

You'd be surprised. There were harpies hiding in mist a while ago, but they left you alone if you were wearing cat ears.

William Harris (Queen) | Arrow

[slavophile]

| arrival

( Russia is its own version of cold and wet. William is well versed. But, William was on a plane coming from Russia, not in the ocean. He comes to as his body meets the sand, washing him ashore. Everything feels wet and heavy as he crawls himself out of the drink. Looking back behind him, he searches for plane debris, anything. He even looks up above himself.

That's when the robots approach.

He takes the offered towels, removing his shirt to dry himself off. And the -- hardware. )

This a bracelet?

( He doesn't put it on, yet, focusing on catching his breath. He searches his pockets quickly to try and grab his 2020 phone. But, he comes up with nothing.

Bracelet in hand, he wanders down the beach first. )

| iii. tarot

( As silly and random as the robots' fun and games sound, William's never been a 'joiner.'

He does take a break from tinkering with his bracelet and the network to socialize, however. He may not take a flower crown or go hunting for skull sunflowers he sees everyone has, but he'll take a fortune. He believes more in the metaphysical thanks to the Monitor and time travel.

Don't think. Feel, he's told. )

That's - that's not a fortune. That's like really vague advice.

( First, he'll turn to whomever is near him, maybe in line with him.

Without thinking, he grabs someone's skull sunflower. Other people have them. Should he. After a second. ) Sorry, is this yours?

( And then for comparison's sake, don't mind William just grabbing onto your wrist and holding it in his hands. ) Hey, can I check yours out? I'm good with tech.

| ii. seeds and sap

( He should've kept his hands to himself, but he wasn't thinking. At some point, he gets that sap on himself. Wiping it off on his now dry shirt does nothing, unbeknownst to him.

It's later on when he can't sleep, even though his sister is here in one piece, he can't turn his brain off. So, he goes wandering. Not that there's much to wander around or toward.

Stopping in his tracks, he brings his hands up in front of him. He shakes his head. No, he's had this nightmare before. Years ago. As a kid. )

Don't. Don't come any closer.

( He doesn't see whomever it is in front of him. He sees Prometheus. He sees the man that kidnapped him, that's responsible for his mother's death, for a very rough start with his dad. )

You're not here, you're dead. You've been dead.

( hit me up at pepperwood if you'd like a wildcard/have another idea )

tarot

[unvarnished]

[Wow this guy is being super grabby. First he's grabbing August's flower and then tries to grab at his device]

Why do you want to look at my device?

cor leonis | final fantasy xv

[cutsdeep]

arrival

[ it is strange, to go from sleeping to almost drowning - feeling like he's in that strange spot between wakefulness and dreams, only to realize he's surrounded by water.

but cor is nothing if not a survivor, so he kicks up and out of the depths, swimming his way to shore, buoyed by the currents. when he gets ashore, he takes a moment to catch his breath, only to be provided a towel and some kind of bracelet for communication.

which is good; his phone is missing. catch a slightly waterlogged man puzzling over his new accessory, his suit and the shirt under it clinging to him. ]

harvest hunt

a.[ he stays the night in the barracks, getting his clothes cleaned; the next day, his sword and phone are returned to him, which makes up for arriving without them.

the encouragement to gather food and to secure a source of money takes some precedent. he doesn't trust the robots, but violence doesn't seem to be the solution here. cooperation should work, at least for now.

he's provided camping supplies, and one of the crowns. when in rome, do as the romans do; so he leaves it on. catching the eye of someone nearby, he speaks, his voice authoritive. ]

It isn't a good idea to head out alone. Perhaps we should work together.

b. [ because he was fool enough to leave the crown on his head, the foraging trip turns... a little different than intended.

if you caught him with a flower crown, one moment your companion is there, and the next he's gone - cor disappearing into the foliage like a ghost, only a faint chuckle to the east any indication of where he's gone.

if you caught him with the hunter crown, you may suddenly be aware your companion seems to be intent on following your every move. or, if going it alone - there's the distinct feeling of someone watching you, and tracking your movements. the sound of twigs snapping nearby is the only alert you'll have. ]

tarot

[ curiosity abounds regarding this tarot reading, and so he indulges the robot offering it. the cards laid in front of him are unfamiliar, and the note that he will be brash and impulsive gets him chuckling.

but he can feel the magic settle over him a moment later, his eyes narrowing. the robot has no answers when he threatens it, mildly or outright - in fact, that gets him ushered away from the location.

he can feel a familiar annoyance bubbling up - something he hasn't felt in three decades. and, unable to hold it back, he summons his katana to his side and heads into the darkness.

there may be darker creatures in the night, but he doesn't fear them - he fears no monster, and no man. will you stop him?

if not, catch cor foolishly engaging the monstrous denizens in combat - or maybe saving your character if they happen to get themselves into a bad situation. ]

( ooc: feel free to wildcard me, or use alternate tarot options! )

[gekkajuu]

[It's the sound of roars and fighting in the distance that makes Atsushi go and take a look. He's not exactly a danger junkie, but someone could be in trouble, and how is he supposed to ignore that?

Running towards the noise, he slows down on his final approach, trying to gauge the situation. A man, fighting monsters? And these certainly are real, actual monsters! A few of them, too; it looks like the robots' warning was not exaggerated, after all.

But what to do? He doesn't want to interfere if this is just what the man wants to do, but it seems really -...

Dangerous, is the word he was looking for - and it proves right soon enough, as a monster notices him, and Atsushi is put on the defensive. The need to run is overwhelming, especially when he's not sure the man needs his help, but he forces himself to engage instead, transforming his arms into huge white tiger claws for easier fighting. It certainly allows him to hold his own for the moment.

Regardless of whether or not the man has noticed him by now - he's a little too busy to check! - Atsushi will attract his attention soon enough.]

We need to get back to the city!

[Probably? The monsters don't come there, do they? Or would the monsters follow them there...?]

Nakajima Atsushi | Bungou Stray Dogs

[gekkajuu]

((OOC: Unsure if I can app, but...
Atsushi is 18. I'm not really expecting smut with him right off the bat (not that I'd be opposed to it), so let's see if anything happens - but I'm also very happy with gen!
Will adapt to tense & format of your preference.))

1. Arrival

[Perhaps crawling out of the sea in an unfamiliar place populated by robots is not strictly the strangest thing that's ever happened to Atsushi, but it's strange enough. First thing's first: he tries to work out what's happening, not only going on what the robots are saying, but there's precious little else he can find out.

He returns to the beach frequently after that, just because he's not sure where else to go after a quick look around - and because, frankly, he's a little lonely. He should be able to handle this by himself, and maybe he is! But he can't help hoping to find someone he knows, and so he returns to the beach, sitting in the sand and looking out over the ocean, a little sad and very much yearning.]

2. Apartments

[A run-down apartment is more than good enough for Atsushi, so off he goes, finding one that seems like nobody's living there (or not anymore). He heaves a big sigh before nodding with determination. Time to tidy things, and start cleaning!

Maybe you suddenly have a neighbor? Or, if your apartment was a total mess, maybe you'll return to find a young man on an intense cleaning spree, muttering to himself as he works. He really didn't realize someone was living here already!

... Or you could lie and say it's your apartment, since that saves you the trouble of tidying and cleaning. Maybe it will work! Then again, you never know.]

3. Hunting

[Atsushi is honestly a little disappointed to get a foliage crown - the flowers looked nice! - but he's not going to be rude and reject it. The flowers are probably better left for other people, anyway. It's fine.

And before long, it really is fine - though arguably not for you. If you happen to be wearing a flower crown, you may find yourself tackled and pinned to the ground before you even know what's happening, the speed and strength of your assailant definitely more than human.

But he certainly looks human, when you realize what's happened. In fact, he even looks... embarrassed? He's definitely blushing, too.]

... Sorry.

[He says that, but he's not getting off of you just yet. He will, soon! He knows he's done something bad, and he'll definitely scramble to his feet in a second or two. But just for this moment, he's going to -... Feel kind of happy? Something like that!]

4. Clinging

[Atsushi might at least try to believe a fortune teller, but when the fortune teller in question is a robot, that feels a little strange. Still, it can't hurt, can it? And the robot has bothered to set up shop, and everything... Ignoring it seems rude.

"Hold on tight" is the advice he gets. He doesn't really get it, but... maybe it's correct? He just needs to hang in there. Then he'll be able to handle this place just fine. That's right... Thinking of it that way, Atsushi actually feels pretty good about the fortune the robot gave him. Whether it looked into the future or not, it's good advice, and he'll try to stick with it.

Turns out, though, that the "sticking with it" becomes very literal, indeed. You may not even notice the young man, inconspicuous as he is - though he's not trying to hide himself, and he's not impossible to spot. Regardless, he'll launch himself at you to cling to your arm with both of his.]

... Nice to meet you.

[Well, this is kind of embarrassing. He knows it is, too, but he really can't bring himself to let go - and he's surprisingly strong, in spite of being scrawny.

Or perhaps you managed to dodge him that first time? No time for conversation, in that case! Prepare for another cling-attack, this one a little more deliberate.]

Wildcard
Bring it!

4

[lyingheart]

[ The problem isn't necessarily in the clinging, but in the nature of how he goes about the clinging: Annie doesn't take well to sudden movements aimed at her, let alone in unfamiliar places. So it's not that she dodges, exactly, but he gets close and gets his hands on her and she goes with his momentum, fully aiming to get him off balance, throw him, and come down on top of him.

Training means muscle memory means even when Annie had been hoping for a lifetime of peace, so... wrestling time? She's got nothing supernatural in the strength category, probably only the element of surprise.

But if she does manage to throw him and come down on top, she'll at least redirect so she's not driving her knee or elbow into his soft spots. If he managed to speak before all that, her response only comes after, with: ]

... No, not really.

Lysithea von Ordelia | Fire Emblem: Three Houses

[dualcrested]

Arrival

[It was probably bad that waking up in an ocean wasn't the worst thing that had happened to Lysithea in her life. Attempting to not panic, she kicked up to the surface of the water, letting the waves push her into shore. Reaching the beach, she stands, wringing out parts of her dress and hair before she takes the towel and bracelet from the robots, taking in her surroundings.

Leaving the towel resting over her head, she starts walking down the beach.]

Great. What now?

I - The Hunt

[Hunting, huh? She definitely wasn't Petra, but she could give it a shot. Plus, it would give her a chance to explore more, especially with the opportunity to go with someone to watch her back. (She could handle herself, tyvm, but sometimes having backup was a good idea.)

Setting one of the flower crowns on her head (although skeptical of their promises), she turns to someone standing nearby.]

Well? Are you ready?

II - Seeds/Sap

[Well, these are creepy. But, they were apparently worth something, and not the worst thing she'd seen due to her childhood and the war. So, she can be found out there harvesting the seeds that the robots want, paying no attention to the sap collecting on her hands.

It can be washed off later, right?]

Wildcard
[You know the drill, kidlets. Want to do something different, hit me up.]

[ooc note: So, if allowed, Lysithea is a weird combo of GD and BE. Aka, she was golden deer, but saved by Byleth at Deidru in a black eagles timeline. Yes, this happened my first run, lol.]

II. How dare

[silky_bearing]

[After the run in with the harpy and subsequent awkward disaster that was Claude von Riegan the last thing Lorenz wanted to do was go into the wilderness at all. Even less so with another person. The promise of funds enough to feed himself and replenish some of what he's been forced to take from Claude and Hilda though, was too great to ignore. So he'd saddled Darby and headed out alone to hunt for the most horrific sunflowers he'd ever seen. There were two already in his saddlebags when he saw another group that looked likely.

Imagine his surprise to find a familiar face under those impossibly tall blooms.

For a moment he considers waiting, watching to see how she was going about handling these flowers considering many of them were taller than him. Of course then he realizes that struggling with a great deal more of the plant than just the blossom itself means that Lysithea has the thick sap coating her hands, bare hands, splattering up her sleeves and arms.

Oh No.]

Lysithea! [A warm drawl, not wanting to alarm her of course. But he can only imagine what this plant is liable to do to her if they're willing to pay so much for it.] You really should be wearing gloves if you're going to make such a mess, you know. Come, you can store your harvest in my saddle bag and we can find a stream for you to wash up in.

Char Aznable | Mobile Suit Gundam

[grudged]

arrival.

[Upon washing up on shore, Char made an immediately beeline for the barracks. It wasn't the most comfortable lodging, as to be expected, but it was familiar enough. It was also far preferable to roaming the wastes; he may have been armed but he wasn't willing to tangle with monsters. Not this kind of monster, at least, though he had dispatched others in the past.

So here was Char, making his home in one of the stiff beds. He catches the eye of a fellow wanderer and smiles.]

Hey, how you are you settling in? Need any help?

[What a nice fellow.]

harvest hunt.

[Char had accepted the foliage crown with some trepidation from the robots. He wasn't exactly keen on wearing a glorified plant on his head, but he also wasn't willing to take any changes with the local fauna so he decides the slight sacrifice to his dignity was well worth it. At least he isn't wearing his mask, which would've made it even more awkward, but...

After some time, an unpleasant feeling sinks into his stomach. And like any good hunter, Char starts to take out the best spots to corner prey. And now he has managed to corner you.]

Going somewhere?

[Not anymore. Char doesn't approach quite yet, instead swinging his legs over the edge of a ruined building and smirking like a devil.]

seeds and sap.

[His father was dead.

His father was dead, long since buried, long since shot, yet here he stood. Right in front of his forgotten son, gesturing to him, even smiling. And Char, despite himself, can't help but be hypnotized by the sight; can't help but walk forward. And yet he was always too far. And he keeps getting further away, and Char shouts at him, stuck in the hallucination from the sap.]

Get back here! God damn you, you owe me that much!

[Beware to any soul who approaches Char now. He's lost in his madness and in his grief, liable to lash out at anyone... even himself.]

(( Warnings for potential violence in the last two prompts, and potential dubcon in the second prompt. Would prefer to steer away from outright noncon. Open to gen or smut for everyone; kinks are over here. Char is not wearing his signature mask, so looks a little more like this. Feel free to wildcard on any of the tarot cards, or choose your own adventure! ))

harvest hunt...

[instrumentalized]

[ Garma has been doing well, he thinks. As well as anyone could when they're dead and stranded on an island of obscenities. He is proud of himself, really. As a true Zabi, he is not letting any of this get him down. He's been moving forward, mingling with the population, establishing connections... Things are looking up!! If he tells himself this enough times, surely it will come true. It's a little bothersome that these robots keep insisting to tell him how to live his life, but... ah well. Around half an hour ago he's accepted a flower crown (that's at least pretty!) from one of them and they've left him alone in his wanderings ever since.

So, all in all, Garma Zabi is having a peaceful afternoon.

Until he stops dead in his tracks at the sound of an all-too-familiar voice. It's not the first time he's heard it since arriving here, but usually it has the decency to remain in only his nightmares, banished when Garma wakes in the morning.

Garma doesn't turn, doesn't know what he'd do if he looked towards the source of the voice and found the actual man right there. No, he can't-- no. ]

... you're not here. This isn't real.

[ Haven't there been whispers of hallucinations around the island earlier today? Yes, surely... This is his mind playing a trick on him. He's spent too much time trying to ignore how all of this made him feel and now it is catching up to him. Breathe, Garma, breathe. Nothing will answer. You're alright. ]

Rei Kurosawa | Fatal Frame III

[cursemarked]

[A. Arrival]

[This isn't the first time she's woken up feeling water-logged and exhausted. It's also not the first time she's woken up in an entirely different place than where she started, but a sunny beach? Yeah, that's new.

She stares at the robots silently, accepting the towel and the bracelet warily. Barefoot and clad only in a soaked nightgown, she can't help but feel a tad underdressed, so after being left on her own to explore, she starts trying to find someone else to help her out.]

Hey-- Excuse me? I need clothes. [Please thanks.]

[B. Harvest Hunt]

No thank you.

[Despite the insitant, albeit polite, tone, the robots hear none of it. They throw a flower crown on her head, leaving Rei looking faintly unimpressed and she sighs deeply.

She waits about 3 minutes before tossing the crown to the side, catching the eye of someone nearby as she does so.]

Ah... [A bit embarrassed, she shifts her weight and rests a hand on her hip] ...It's not really my color. [Is her excuse. She goes to walk away, only to be interrupted by another robot appearing to toss another flower crown on her head.]

...Do they ever quit?

[C. Saps & Seeds]

[After playing around with the gruesome sunflowers for longer than necessary, Rei's taken to the baths to try and wash some of the red sap stuff off of her.

She's tried to time it so she's alone, not particularly keen on the public side of this, but mostly because... Well, she tends to be going around the time the robots are setting up their little tarot show.

Well, once she's stripped down, wading into the pools up to her knees, she can feel a shift in the air, that magic feeling that invades everywhere. Only, it manifests itself very differently for Rei. She suddenly gasps in pain and hunches over, a snake & holly tattoo forming and spreading over her skin. She gasps softly in pain and slowly begins to straighten after a moment, staring down at the bright ink now covering her.]

Damn it... I thought this was supposed to be halted here...? [She rubs lightly at her arm, but the ink doesn't lift away.]

B!

[illicitly]

Quite persistent, aren't they?

[An elegant, young man stands nearby with a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes which somehow seem a little sad. Huaisang's still reeling from the sudden unexpected loss of Wei Wuxian but he knows from past experience that there's only one way to go from here: forward. So he's playing along with the robots for now, donning a foliage crown instead of his usual hair ornament, smokey grey cat ears peeking out through the leaves. He's even traded his sect robes from the native togas of the island, making a small adjustment to the garment to allow a long, fluffy feline tail the freedom to swish around behind him.

He holds his trademark handpainted fan in one hand, closed for the moment, and points it at the woman.]

Resistance doesn't work too well around these parts, I'm afraid. It's easier to just go with the flow than try to stand against the tide.

ruby lucas ( red riding hood ) | once upon a time

[ridings]

I. HARVEST HUNT

[ she'd believed she was going back to the enchanted forest, or at least it had been her intention when she'd used the magic bean to create a portal from storybrooke. but the island gives no indication that it's any part of the original world she'd grown up in, mysterious as she wanders through, guided by the cluster of robots that urge her participation in the current events. though ruby's partially unsettled by not arriving to where she'd wanted to go, she doesn't sense too much of a threat either, and when the seemingly innocent robots offers an array of crowns, she picks one of foliage, taking it with a polite smile as she places it atop her head.

there's no telling how long it takes, because even she doesn't fully sense it until it happens, the thumping pulses of the people around her, heartbeats loud like overwhelming drums, tempting her, luring the beast within, and when she momentarily closes her eyes, they open once more with a ring of gold in the iris — an awakening of the wolf.

without the red cape to hold back those urges, she snarls in her breath, teeth sharpened into points, before she breaks into a run, quick in her step with a faster pace than any mere human, that it's unlikely for her prey to escape. whoever they are, it doesn't matter, not as she pounces upon them to throw them to the ground, echoing a growl as she presses her weight hard upon their lap.

her fingertips brush against the vertical stretch of their throat, as she traces her tongue slow across her lips, hungry for that succulent beating pulse that calls to her. and when she speaks, her voice is low, hushed like a dark whisper, ] I want you.


II. SEEDS OF SAP

A. — [ she tries to help out, to blend as much as she can while she's here, gradually figuring out the state of her situation, and so she expects it'd be harmless to assist in collecting petals and seeds from those strange sunflowers. harmless is a joke, of course, because all that shouts at her from within is the idea of "cursed", something she knows all too well from a history of witnessing magic and all the terrors it supplies with the unknown.

but she's a werewolf, so if there's something threatening about a flower, she decides to believe she can likely handle it.

until she sees the figure of a woman on the beach, hair as wild as her own, darkness and hatred looming in her eyes. for every step through the sand that the woman motions closer to her, ruby takes a step back, gaze watering into a frightened stare, head shaking slow in the weight of her disbelief.

you killed me, she hears the figure whisper, voice more of an echo than anything clear, carried like the hush of a ghost. you chose her. and you killed me.

with a shudder, she grits her teeth on the verge of tears, sniffling with a growing sob. ] I didn't mean to. I'm ... I'm sorry, mother. I didn't — please.


B. — [ eventually, she's introduced to the baths, advised that the water contains healing properties that can calm her nerves and ease the visions of her ghosts. ridding of her clothes, she dips into the heated pool, lowering the entirety of her body, letting the water stop at her shoulders, long dark waves of hair floating along the surface in curled ends.

with a sigh, she lets her fingers drift back and forth through the water, her heartbeat calming as the weight of guilt silences away.

when she notices another figure in the pool, she watches them carefully, almost cautiously before she gives a partial smile, intended as a polite gesture though almost tired. ] Are you, um ... are you here to clear the visions too?


III. FLASHBANG DINER

A. — [ when she hears about the island having its own diner, she almost laughs, knowing that somehow fate had probably brought her and a grubby place like that together on purpose. it seems even when she tries to escape, ruby lucas and waitressing are still destined soulmates, meant to always come together, even in the midst of a deserted island.

it's not the worst, though, especially when she fits into the role easily, greeting customers with a well practiced smile, plates spun in her palm with such ease, there'd be no denying that it's a trick she's been doing for years — even decades — that it's many long hours before she begins to feel the soreness at the bottom of her feet, finally calling in for a break.

with the diner still bearing a bit of crowded, being the most popular and possibly only ordinary food establishment on the whole island, she steps over to an already occupied booth, sliding in to the other side, opposite the customer already there, tilting her head with a kind smile. ]

Sorry. Been on these heels all day. Mind if I just sit here for ten minutes?

B. — [ for the most part, aside from the lack of familiarity amongst the customers, it feels close enough to the same environment as granny's diner. at least it does until tuesday comes along, or as it is more specifically named in the establishment topless tuesday, a day that she's pretty sure granny would instantly have a heart attack over if ruby ever had the nerve to suggest it as an option.

it's seemingly shocking when she first hears about it, but after a moment of processing it, she figures she's got no real qualms about the whole thing, easily slipping out of her shirt probably almost a little more eagerly than the other waitresses.

because some of them aren't fully convinced to go the extra mile towards nudity, ruby decides to stay on their level for the first half of the day, greeting customers with a confident grin, not at all uncomfortable with her attire of a red lacy bra and miniature shorts so high at her thighs that the tiny apron manages to cover it in full.

perhaps the customer she confronts now is someone in the early afternoon, who might find her still wearing that crimson lace. that or they catch her later in the night when she realizes the monetary tips are a lot larger when she goes the extra mile, stripping that extra piece to let her breasts fall free, hardly shy in either scenario. ] Anything I can help you with?

IV. WILD CARD

( feel free to adjust the above prompts as necessary in order to better fit a scenario for your character or if you'd like to approach a different kind of prompt altogether, just go ahead and ask in a pm! for reference, ruby is also red riding hood from the fairy tales (with the change that she's also the big bad wolf), but since she's well aware of this, fourth walling is totally fine! ruby is canonically bi, so options are open to all, with the potential for smut, if it steers that way, in I, II-B, and potentially even III. ♥ )

flashbang a (also OMG HI)

[unvarnished]

[August lights up when he sees the familiar face. Of all the people to see here!]

I don't mind at all. You're a sight for sore eyes.

archie andrews — riverdale

[overarches]

ARRIVAL.

( when his head emerges from below the waves the first time, he wonders if he fell asleep on the couch watching naked and afraid again. that thought drops out of his head when flight kicks in and he has to swim to shore, arms slicing through the water until his knees hit the sandbank and he can stumble the last few steps to the towels. he takes a minute on his knees, nauseous and bewildered, to wipe himself down. archie barely has a second to tousle his hair with the aforementioned towel before a bracelet is affixed to his other wrist. )

What? Hang on. Where are you going? You can’t just— ( evidently, they can. they’re giving the next shiny bracelet to someone else. ccccoooool. it makes him angry, though most injustices do. he should explore the terrain, he should be drilling the robots; he sees someone struggling, maybe they’re not a strong swimmer and his mind’s made up.

he helps the next person out. ) Hey, it’s okay. You’re okay. I don’t have any answers for you, but you’re going to make it through this.

HARVEST HUNT.

( as the sun goes down in the clearing, archie andrews feels a chill down his spine that has nothing to do with the air or the grapes he’s snacking on. not for the first time, his gaze checks the treeline and he empties his hands, standing to get his bearings. a twig snaps to his right and whether it’s real or imagined, he turns and tears away from the fallen tree he’d been sitting on.

this, running for his life in the woods, is not unfamiliar to him. he knows what it feels like to run through the streets in the dead of night like the world depends on him to beat a countdown and he’s done this before, too. full-speed down a hill, ducking overhanging branches, trying not to lose his footing. knowing imminent peril is behind him.

he makes the chase interesting by looking for curves in the path, by climbing a tree and leaping down. he’s terrified but he’s alive, his skin is practically vibrating with it; his heart is rattling his ribcage. he’s being hunted and for once, he isn’t anxious and on the verge of a mental breakdown. eventually, he looks for wet dirt that gives way to slippery mud, relying on the trees and the earth to give him creative obstacles. he’s counting on the treacherous slide to unsteady the hunter and he grabs onto a thin tree, anchoring himself as his knees betray him.

archie laughs, free and teasing, even when it ends predictably — both of them streaked with mud on the ground, flower crown miraculously in place atop his head. the urge to fight, to tangle up their legs and flip them, and flee, is very much at the forefront of his mind. yet, with a playful smile, wrapped up in the moment, he revels in the proximity and asks: ) Now that you’ve caught me, what are you going to do to me?

TAROT.

( even after a dip in the ocean to get the mud off of him and the twigs out of his hair, he’s still a hot mess. he looks rumpled, his jeans have grass streaks and his white t-shirt may or may not have muddy handprints not-so-indistinctly peeking out from under his blue and gold letterman’s jacket that he’s tried to conceal them with. he’s had a long, unusual day and put his health at risk in more than one way. now, here he is, getting his fortune read because it’s spooky and corny enough to intrigue him. he doesn’t buy it, especially not from robots.

he rolls his eyes at fake it til you make it, like, okay duh. pretend he’s okay with all of this until he is? super original and not something he’s thought of on his own at all. he shrugs it off and ends up at the dive, relying on the kindness of strangers to get himself a drink he scarcely touches.

archie doesn’t need to take the edge off because sooner rather than later, when he notices eyes are on him, he doesn’t care. he doesn’t care who can see him, or more accurately, he wants them to see. his coat ends up over the back of a chair at some point ( maybe around the shoulders of someone else ), regardless he’s licking tequila off of a stranger’s clavicle, up the curve of their neck and then licking salt off his own hand secondly because he doesn’t have a lime to chase it with.

it’s no surprise that he pulls at the hem of his own shirt, tugging it up and over ( and then letting it hang casually tucked into his belt loop ) to hold out the next shot indiscriminately. ) Who’s next?

WILDCARD.

( archie is 18 years old, coming in post-S3, and down for whatever my friends. hmu at talldarkandgay if you have questions or want to plot a thing! permissions here! )

tarot as 10k cries himself to sleep

[frackin]

[ it's uncommon for 10k to venture through the more crowded places of the island, but occasionally he stops by on the chance that he might spot a familiar face from the apocalypse — at least his own apocalypse that had existed before he'd ended up in this partially deserted but increasingly growing stranded corner of the world. in realizing the current setup of festivities at the beach is to sponsor the new offering of tarots, he just scrunches his nose, not really inclined to believe in that corner of the supernatural.

more than the cards, he's more engaged to watch the hollering excitement of a smaller crowd, where hoots and hollers encourage a little casual drinking, namely that where some guy apparently seems to be drinking it straight off people's bodies.

10k scoffs at it a bit, shaking his head, nearly ready to walk away — but when the guy chooses to take the next step, tugging his shirt right off of his chest, eyes draw onto the very etched out and distinguishable muscle, six pack practically on its way to an eight pack that he frowns on instinct, momentarily glances at his own clothed chest with a bit of shame.

when he looks up again, whether intentionally or not, he catches the guy's gaze, his own eyes widen as his mouth opens, stammering quick, ] Uh — not me.

catra | she-ra and the princesses of power

[girlcrush]

i. arrival

[ there is nothing worse than arriving anywhere absolutely drenched. while Catra is certainly displeased with being transported to sex planet (could she not have a break for like five minutes), she is more concerned trying to rid her fur of sand and water a little off to the distance where all the newcomers are being greeted.

it's probably pretty cute, but the more she licks and tries to use the towel to absorb things the more agitated she's becoming. please help her. please.

once she does free herself of wet bondage, she'll be interested in figuring out as much as she can at the library although it's proving to be so full of literature she never thought she'd want to lay eyes on.

she definitely checks out the barracks at some point if only because she's used to the style of living, considering it was set-up similarly in the fright zone. it's nice to see there seems to be hot water there, even if she doesn't particularly enjoy bathing the conventional way. ultimately, she'll probably decide to stay in her tent until she figures out something else. ]

ii. harvest hunt

[ Catra is quick to adapt, at least when it comes to needing supplies-- she'd get over her anger and frustrations with Erku for long enough to tend to her needs. her temporary beachside tent was certainly lacking and she could already feel her stomach rumbling, trying to avoid most of the current residents in order to get a better understanding of the world on her own. she secretly was hoping she'd bump into a familiar face along the way, too, although Catra was confident enough that someone would be looking for the longer she was missing from Etheria. right?

not wanting to be without, she's quick to take what the robots offer her (including a flower crown that she hasn't yet bothered to remove, she knows better than to doubt a possible magical crown that could keep her safe(r)) and gather fruits and nuts to get her through the next couple of days at least.

a. bump into her gathering? she will probably share
b. chase her erotically if you got a foliage crown I GUESS
c. sexy fruits??? bees??? a dart??? ]

iii. wildcard--

[ if you want to switcheroo a prompt to fit something better, do it! if you want to throw something else at catra.... do it. i'm up for whatever! i like all of the tarot prompts and couldn't choose, so specifically if you want that LETS GO. catra is 21. f/f leaning for smut, but honestly i don't know how to not make my characters bisexual. and if you want to find melog first or something you can do that, too. please bombard me if you're a friend of adora's in-game too because we'll be developin that jealous cr ok and as always hit me up at goblin if you need something!!! i'm gonna stop typing!! ]

ii

[swordsense]

[Catra isn't the only person out here, attempting to adapt and survive. Adora's just had longer to get used to it. She'd stuff her own crown in a pocket, content to ignore it, and happy to move on with her day. She's just passing through when she spots a patch full of those strange plants...and someone familiar walking right towards them.]

Catra?!

[Everything blanks out of her thoughts and she rushes towards the catgirl, grabbing her in a hug. Unfortunately they're close to the dart plants, but for now, they're okay.]

Catra! Oh thank goodness!

Zechs Merquise | Gundam Wing

[zechs_isonfire]

Arrival

It wasn't Zechs' first time being washed up on shore, but there was no battle this time - there should be no real atmosphere or shore. He was orbiting Mars, not ... wherever this planet was. As used to communal housing as he was, he'd attempt to locate an apartment for himself. Privacy was ... a luxury he would appreciate.

But trying to snag an apartment might lead him into running into others who were trying to do the same thing, or - when he knocked on an apartment door which he thought was vacant, it could be occupied. "Good afternoon. I hadn't known this apartment had been claimed, I apologize for disturbing you."


Harvest Hunt

Fresh food was welcome, even if Zechs hadn't asked to vacation here. The fact that some of the fruit seemed ... viscus and sticky ... rather put him off of the idea, though, pretty quickly. He'd stick with the nuts and seeds, maybe. Those seemed to be of a normal texture.

Camping wasn't something he'd really done, at least not recreationally. Basic field survival, sure. How hard could it be, he wondered? After trying to evade a robot placing a crown several times on his head, he eventually permitted it with a roll of his eyes. He didn't even bother to glance at what it'd look like.

Someone else approached, and he said, "Perhaps I should be more flexible and fight them less. They're only machines. And, when in Rome ..."

(( ooc: flowers or foliage, his crown is up to you :3 ))


Seeds and Sap

Zechs had absolutely no qualms whatsoever picking seeds - no matter how much they looked like human teeth - and petals from the gruesome-looking sunflowers. In fact, part of him found it pretty amusing. He wondered if he could find a little one to wear as a button-hole.

But he wasn't cautious about the sap at all, and soon enough, hallucinations would begin to take hold. Perhaps, though, someone would manage to introduce himself first as he walked back to sell his seeds and petals, tiny skull-like flower stuck in his shirt, gruesomely grinning.


Tarot Cards

'Fake it til you make it' sounded more like a reading of his past than his future, until he found himself smiling at a stranger and, his low voice basically a purr, asking, "Do you come here often?"

Only after he realized what words fell from his lips, did he look mortified.

tarot cards

[lyingheart]

Annie glanced up at the man who is, as far as she can tell, making an incredibly terrible pass at her. Squinting at his expression while thinning her lips into a line left her evaluating him as looking surprised by his own stupidity. Or audacity. Or whatever managed to pull that collection of words out of his mouth.

Might just be embarrassment.

It was because of that that she let it go, looking out toward the waters of the beach. "No," she said, taking it literally as if that means dismissing any other interpretation of what he'd said, "Too new to make ocean viewing a habit. You?"

HARLEY QUINN - DCEU

[looneytunes]

I. Harvest Hunt
(Harley is rocking a flower crown. The robot threw one on top of her head and she thanked it. Always be nice to Alexa and Siri.

The longer she wears it, the more crazy she feels. She even fashions a spear out of a stick and a sharp rock, with twine holding it together. And... now she's brandishing the weapon, unsure of what would make the best meal.)

Hey, you, you want to help me kill one of those Big Birds?

II. seeds and sap
(Harley GLADLY collects the teeth of the sunflowers. She's talking out loud, to no one,) sunflowers are my favorite, (but she starts to hallucinate. She sees Roman. She sees Joker. She sees every horrible person she's wronged and they're all coming after her. She's cornered by a hut, throwing the seeds and screaming.)

III. Tarot- Fake it til you make it.
(Harley is going around, showing everyone her skills in gymnastics. Doing the splits, flips and twists, even a somersault or two. Her last somersault lands her in front or someone partaking in some food, and she reaches out,) you gonna finish that? Also, wasn't that cool?

IV. WILDCARD
(ask me if you're not sure, otherwise go for it.)

tarot

[chestburster]

[ Ben definitely was going to finish that, but went prone with his food, totally captivated by the display of exuberant athleticism. It will be easy to snatch from him. ]

That was very cool. [ Actually, forget snatching. That looked like hungry work. Ben offers up the idk second half of his sandwich. But like a fancy artisan sandwich. ]

Johanna Mason - The Hunger Games 🍗

[whetten]

I. Harvest Hunt
(Johanna's a pro a gathering. She finds several armfuls of fruits and brings them back to the robots. On her way into the cafeteria, she sees someone sitting by the door, looking a little parched. She chucks a particularly juicy fruit at them.)

Don't ever say I didn't do somethin' nice for ya.

III. Tarot- Don't think. Feel.
(Johanna has never been a touchy person. Currently, she's stroking your arm. Without looking at you. She just plopped down on the beach beside you and started to touch.

Her fingernails aren't long, but you can tell they're already dirty. She's been touching juicy fruits and plants all day, she's sticky. This is not a pleasant experience for you.)

???
(wildcard.)

Annie Leonhart | Attack on Titan

[lyingheart]

( ooc: annie leonhart's from ch 132, so if you'd like to avoid spoilers please indicate so in your subject line. she's 20, and looks like she did at 16. sometimes you just don't age much in four years of being stuck in crystal

tag in prose or action and i'll match your style! )

just arrival things

[ The last she remembered, the seaplane had taken off, bypassing their ship, while the rumbling rolled through. Ending up in the water after that was almost expected, if she ignored having no concept of the time between standing at the railing and being in waters staring at a shoreline utterly unfamiliar to her.

Let alone stumbling up onto a beach with... what the hell kind of constructs were those?

Regardless, she silently takes the towels, eyes the bracelet, and wanders off, realising...

... she doesn't understand what anyone is saying. There's no shared tongue, and she's not hearing the bracelet's translation because she tossed the thing to the side after having it handed over by the only things she did understand: the mettalic constructs.

Approaching anyone who doesn't look particularly inclined toward fighting, she asks: ]

Can you understand what I'm saying?

[ You have to start somewhere. For someone without a bracelet, at least she's understandable to anyone who didn't stay away from their island technology. ]

of flower crowns and skullflowers

[ Now with a bracelet tucked away into her no longer wet hoodie, and a flower crown thrown on her head to her blank faced confusion, at least she's outfitted with gear to do something other than be in an unfamiliar city and a whole... fog line. She admits, there's something ironic in ending up on an island (again) after deciding to run away from the fighting (peace, she suspects, is not something she'll find before she's dead at this point) only to be told congratulations, there's more, less deadly fighting.

Given she has no idea about the local fauna beyond what she's caught in listening or asking pointed questions, she's cautious when she's moving through the area, packing away the plants she can identify from examples in town. She's found a patch of skullflowers, grimacing at the grotesquerie of them, and is making her way though when she spies--you.

Annie goes still, eyes widening a fraction. ]

... Oh.

[ Followed by having her swiftly spin back around and do her damndest to, by all appearances, run the heck away. ]

bathing time

[ So, sap. Hallucinagenic sap. She'd coped with it getting back to town, and hauled herself off to the baths after repeatedly telling herself no one she kept thinking she saw was here. Not her father, looking like when she'd last seen him; not Reiner, not Armin, not Mikasa, all looking like they had when she'd been making her farewells. Not Bertolt, though he'd given her pause internally as she made herself keep walking, ignoring the voices from the dead and not sure she was even hearing much from the living.

It does mean once she's stripped down and sitting low in the waters, translator bracelet resting behind her so she can hear it at work at some delay. The hallucinations are slowing down now, but are still enough that she keeps her eyes closed. Hearing anyone else enter the pool, in a near-ish manner, she frowns to herself before asking a question: anything to check that she hears the slight delay in translation and not a language she understands without needing the technology. ]

Been on island long?

[ If they're not another hallucination, maybe she'll learn something. ]

of flower crowns and skullflowers

[reimaginedself]

You certainly are a friendly lot. [ He offers a brief smile to the flowers as he reaches to carefully pluck some petals. ] Thanks for being so patient with this. Do petals grow back? Surely they do?

[ The skulls in question don't answer him, and he stops his conversation to turn toward the sound of someone approaching. ]

Oh. Hello -- [ He cuts off what he is going to say as soon as he sees that she seems troubled. ]

Hey -- [ Holding his free hand out towards her, he doesn't get out what he's going to say next before she sprints off running. ]

Hey?! [ What's that about? On instinct, and filled with concern, he takes off on a run after her. Not knowing her name, he can only call after: ]

Wait! Stop! Hey! You! You, stop!

Finn (CRAU) | Star Wars

[hatejakku]

[A] Harvest Hunt - Foliage Crown

[ Finn... had decided that he didn't like this planet all that much. He was still trying to figure out what went wrong, why people were arriving here, why the planet needed their help so badly. Sure, the droids made it clear how to help, but that song and dance is a bit familiar to him at this point.

After a lot of rummaging around for information, he decided to take a break and explore. The droids fashioned him with some leafy crown that they claimed warded off dangerous beasts, so Finn was wearing it in the hope that it didn't somehow do the opposite. It was when he was walking around, carrying some sort of gross fruit looking thing that was... very wet, when he heard it.

Only he didn't know what he had heard. Something rustling in the trees, a swig snapped perhaps. He wasn't alone... Finn took to the shadows and began to hunt. ]

[B] Tarot Cards - Hold On Tight

[ The tarot cards looked kind of familiar, so he naturally drifted over to see what all the fuss was about. But they weren't very magical, it seemed liked. The droid just told him to "hold on tight" and then ushered him out of the way so the next person could get their fortune told.

Essentially, he got scammed. But, whatever, it wasn't like it costed much of anything... His mental annoyance for this whole adventure was put on hold when he saw someone cooking food out on the beach, seemingly free to the newcomers, and he hadn't eaten since arriving. But that's not what caused his mind to screech to a halt. It was... the fact that... he couldn't move...

When did he loop his arm around this thin tree looking thing? Why is he hugging it? Why can't he leave? ... ]

I hate this planet.

[ Maybe he can latch himself to something a little more mobile to get unstuck... ]

[C] Wildcard

[ Catch Finn at any of the other prompts you'd like or just make something up! You can catch me at JB#9174 on discord or PM me here if you wanna chit-chat about an idea. ~♥ ]

b

[lyingheart]

[ Annie is not strictly helping, considering when she comes across a tree hugging man who says he hates this planet, she... keeps her distance. Weird things happen here, it doesn't take more than a day to decide weird things means tread lightly in all situations until she feels less paranoid. If she ever feels less paranoid. So it goes. ]

It's not so bad.

[ Still not coming closer. ]

Why the dislike?

Cinder | I Roved Out

[wetcotton]

0. Salty Bitch

[When Cinder is sucked into a vortex and dumped out the other side on Erku's single sandy beach, the only reason she isn't coughing and spluttering and clutching pearls is because this is possibly the third strangest thing to have happened to her in the last couple of weeks. Bad Grass and her world at large had been full of magical shit hard to understand by your average wood elf ranger.

A semi-tropical beach with over-accommodating robots is... kind of awesome. Cinder fiddles with the ugly-as-sin bracelet they've strapped on her, but after being given the schpiel of this Augur thing, she's not bothered straying too far from where others have begun coming ashore as well. In fact, though her clothing is still drenched, her hair topped with a single kelp fly-away, and one big tiddy half-ways out of her leather corset armor, the elf is considering her prospects already.

Eyes on the prize. Prizes. Whatever.]

I. Harvest Hunt

[Speaking of tempting fruit... Cinder is already dripping from the chin with peach juice as she laps a burst of nectar from its crack by the time her laurels kick into gear.

One long, slender ear flicks from under the crown of herbs and leaves as the ranger catches the sound of movement. Coincidence? No...

Normally she very happily lets what's going to come, come to her. Come on her, even. But this time, she's feeling a little more proactive.]

You don't have to hide, y'know. I can hear you.

III. Tarot

[Cinder doesn't put much stock in M.S. Cl30, given her world is rife with prophecies, omens, and foreboding divinations, so she sits her ass down across from the robot and has her fortune read.

That was her first mistake.

Hearing "Always Wash Your Back" had been the second.

Now the wood elf is stuck in a cycle of erotic bathing in the lake, the tall reeds at its edges doing only minimal service in protecting her non-existent modesty.

When she hears company, she can't help but complain familiarly over her shoulder,]

You know, I'd give my kingdom for a tentacle pond. You guys call this place a sex island?



((19+ for smut, f/m, f/f, f/?! etc. welcome. This Cinder is from the first book of I Roved Out, so not very up-to-date vs. recent canon.))

Harvest Hunt

[birdmetaphors]

[Despite having his own heap of berries, he still can't resist the urge to half duck down behind a bush, peeking through the foliage rather obviously at her. With a soft laugh, he stands up and turns, moving quickly away from her and deeper into the woods, a few petals fluttering out of his flower crown.

Peering back over his shoulder, he pauses for a bite of a strawberry when he doesn't immediately spot her. It won't do to get too far away.

When her voice rings out, it doesn't quite come from the direction he expects, so obviously he needs to keep moving.]

You're not quick enough by far. [His tone is light and teasing as he winds his way around a large tree, trying to catch a glimpse of her so he doesn't end up running straight into her.]

Yuri Leclerc | Fire Emblem: Three Houses

[birdmetaphors]

I. Arrival
[It's honestly a small miracle that the waterlogged cloak and bits of armor don't completely drag him under the water before he's washed up on the sandy beach. The long, sopping wet cloak feels like it must weigh an extra twenty pounds and he has no option but to quickly undo the clasps holding it in place before it inadvertently pulls him back into the water with the rolling waves.

Despite being dripping wet, Yuri looks surprisingly well put together. His long hair is damp and sticking to his pale skin but he almost looks like a Hollywood version of someone being washed up, beautifully disheveled. In truth, he doesn't feel it right now. He's confused, he's definitely swallowed some seawater, and he's feeling disoriented and dizzy.

If only to get away from the water, he manages to push himself to his feet, struggling up the beach only to take a seat on the sand heavily and do his best to start pulling his gloves, boots, and armor off.

The robot that approaches him gives him a start.]

What-? What are you? What are you doing? [He blinks in surprise when a towel is offered to him.] What's going on?

II. Harvest Hunt
[The scenario that he's found himself in, that they've all found themselves in, is bizarre but that doesn't eliminate the need for shelter and food... and money.

After setting up a small area for himself hidden in the rubble of a building not that far from the beach, for now, he takes an interest in the offer camping supplies and potential credits. His sword had mysteriously been delivered which made him feel both suspicious and relieved, so he's confident he can hold his own in the forest but he isn't about to turn down a crown made of flowers.

He hasn't traveled too deep into the forest when he spots another person, this one wearing a crown of foliage and can't help but catch their attention with a smirk before turning to push deeper into the woods to evade them with a lilting laugh.]

III. Tarot
[Don't think. Feel.

What absolutely terrible advice.

Yuri spots a cozy looking bonfire complete with a few logs laid out to sit on just down the beach and heads for it.]

Mind if I join you, friend? [He's already taking a seat, the question either nothing more than a courteous gesture or he doesn't expect to get a rejection. Settling in, he primly crosses on of his legs over the other.]

IV. Wildcard?
[From a BE run, just pre-timeskip.

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III

[nuvellity]

[ Constance von Nuvelle is biting into a whole fish to assert dominance. And because she really misses Hapi. And perhaps Balthus. Maybe even-- ]

Yuri?

[ Just slinking into the scene as usual, huh? Wait, something's weird about him. ]

Aren't you too old for your school uniform?

Spock | Star Trek AOS

[sem_rik]

[A] Seeds & Sap

[ Spock had arrived to this planet and instantly became... well, alarmed. He wished it was just overwhelming curiosity but alarm was the first thing to skitter by. But he started going through the checklist, regrouping himself, remaining calm, etc.

He secured some living arrangements but that was the most progress he'd made all day. There was little information about the planet as a whole that he could gather from the robots and nothing about their place in the galaxy. All he knew was the basics. Sexual congress = green energy. Or something similar. The science was completely illogical from his point of view but he couldn't understand it from his current vantage point. He'd have to get closer. One of those ways was to integrate with the society and customs of the planet, of which there was-... well... He decided to tackle the whole A5 thing later.

Which is why he found himself looking at sunflower-skulls. Unnerving, perhaps, but he was trying to study things here. Field study often included getting his hands dirty, though he was a professional and tried to keep his skin away from the unknown substance as much as possible.

But apparently, no one's perfect. Because the vision of Khan a few feet away, not even looking at him, almost shimmering, clued him in to the fact that he was hallucinating. He had to be hallucinating. But by the time he dropped the skull and decided to make his way back towards the hospital, he saw-... ]

Mother...

[ She's an illusion. She's not real. But she looks real, and he's walking to Amanda Grayson, anyway. ]

[B] Tarot - You are a generous, giving person

[ There were plenty of reasons why Spock believed it was possible for someone to see into his own future, he just didn't believe it was wise to look in the first place. Regardless, he approached the fortune teller in the hopes to get an idea of the local psi-rating, even if the majority of the population was inorganic.

But the "you are a generous, giving person" fortune told him... less than nothing. He blinked twice and walked away, chalking that one up as a loss.

A little while later, he's bored. Terribly, terribly bored. Which is really strange for him, but he thinks nothing of it. Merely, he looks to put himself to good use. Are you carrying something? Look tired or hungry or sad? Do you need someone to stand in the sun so you can get some shade? Do you need someone to shoo away unwanted company? Spock's your guy! ]

Pardon me. [ And there he is, suddenly at your arm as if appearing from thin air. ] Can I help you with that?

[C] Wildcard

[ ooc: You can find Spock at any location or some other prompt if you like. If you want to plot something, find me on Discord at JB#9174 or feel free to PM this account. I'm open to everything! Thanks! ]

b

[lyingheart]

[ The thing about people appearing at her elbow is it makes no ready sense here--she hasn't run into anyone she knows, let alone anyone she knows who would manifest at her shoulder in such a way--but her conditioned response is to go tense and be prepared to act. An impulse she mostly checks, because this guy's speaking (... a glance up at him, tilting her head back to make up for the differences in height, and she doesn't know what to make of the visibly different shape of his ears, reminded of Eren's Attack Titan, of all things) and not reaching out, meaning the danger level's well in acceptable levels. Peace, she reminds herself, was supposed to be what she wanted in her twilight moments.

This has not been terribly peaceful, but that's neither here nor there. ]

Why? [ Followed by a brief pause. ] Who are you?

Seteth | FE3H | VW post-game

[garreg_much]

Arrival:
[He's always loved the sea. The crisp salt-laden breeze, the reassuring rush of the waves, the way the water sparkles under the sunlight, the warm memories of happiness and home..... One way or another, he always seems to find his way back to it, the better to find his way back to himself.

Even so, he can't say he's entirely pleased to find himself underwater without so much as a by-your-leave. By the time Seteth flounders his way to shore, every scrap of dignity he's accustomed to has been washed away, leaving behind litle more than a muddy, drowned green rat. Ugh. He's too distracted scrubbing sand from his face to even question the new jewelry slipped onto his wrist--and by the time he can see, too busy staring at the robots in flat bewilderment to give it any real thought. They're not golems, obviously, and they're clearly not trying to murder him--not yet, at any rate. So what--? Why--?

Well, this may as well be happening. Why not? It isn't as though his life has seen enough upheaval as of late.]

I take it this is..... a common occurence here?


Harvest Hunt:
[He already wears a circlet as a daily affair, and the leaves blend into his hair rather well to boot; it's only polite to accept a wreath of fragrant herbs and some well wishes before they're sent on their way. All superstitions aside, he wouldn't be surprised if they actually did have some small effect; masking one's scent is a perfectly valid tactic to aid in hunting, after all. Rather than questioning their efficacy, he's far more concerned about the practical details of this excursion itself.]

What exactly do you know of the wildlife of these lands?


Seeds and Sap: (Your choice on who hallucinates, and whether it's sad/sweet/violent/whatever)
My, how macabre..... What exactly do you suppose these are so prized for? Some manner of medicine, perhaps?

[What kind of medicine such unsettling looking blossoms could make, though, he has no idea. Small wonder at that, since he's no physician; Manuela would have an easier time identifying these than he ever could. But whether he's the one harvesting the flowers, or simply holding the basket while his partner does so--they'll find out one possible use for them soon enough, won't they?]


Tarot: (Pick a card, any card)
What an interesting ritual. How exactly are cards meant to foretell one's destiny?

[After meeting so many other robots around town, it seems Seteth is severely overestimating the intelligence of this fortune teller. Perhaps you'd care to explain instead? Or are you just here to enjoy the show from unsuspecting customers like him?]


Wildcard:
[You know the drill. Throw your ideas at me, and we'll figure something out.]

Tarot

[birdmetaphors]

You... seriously haven't heard of fortunetelling? I'm a little shocked, Seteth.

[Yuri had spotted the man easily and, really, how could he not chime in. Seteth was the kind of person who gave off the air that he knew everything.]

Tarot is just one method but each card has a different meaning, the idea is that your aura, or something, subtly influences which cards are chosen and, by reading the cards, you can get an insight into your destiny.

You should give it a try.

Petra | FE3H | Undecided route or canonpoint within part 2, feel free to toss in opinions on that

[garreg_much]

Arrival:
[The feeling isn't entirely unfamiliar. Letting the sea cradle and move her, gently guided by the currents where she needs to go. Just because she hadn't been swimming initially doesn't mean she's disoriented for more than a few heart-stopping moments of pure confusion. Petra is already squeezing the water out of her ponytail as she wades out of the surf, accepting the towel offered to her with a murmur of thanks.

That she's being gifted a bracelet too is a more unexpected, but finding herself suddenly able to understand the strangely armored people--are they people?--is far more surprising than them initially being incomprehensible. For a moment, she fiddles with it, looking for some sort of magic glyph that might explain; in the end, though, getting her bearings seems more pressing.]

Excuse me. I am wondering if you are having a map?


Harvest Hunt:
[Hunting is often more successful with friends, especially when your prey is something large. On the other hand, if your potential companions aren't accustomed to hunting, a successful ambush is far more likely to succeed with a single, skilled hunter. And Petra..... is very, very used to hunting.

Perhaps you've been seeing shadows out of the corner of your eye, or feeling the back of your neck prickle occasionally, as though you're being watched and stalked from the shadows and high perches? Or perhaps you're entirely oblivious, and just ripe to get pounced on like a jaguar lunging for its prey. Either way, you're not alone.]


Seeds and Sap:
[The state of this place is simple enough to understand, once it's explained to her. A barren and desolate wasteland, inhabited by dead and dying spirits--all of it crying out for the energy that flows through them. Through their prayers, their feelings, their deeds, their touch..... It's all so much more intuitive than the teachings of Fodlan's Goddess are. In order to give to them, this land first needed them to give back.

So what does that make these strange, deathly flowers, then? The land's pain? If not, then what? If so..... would it hurt the land further, tearing apart the blossoms like this? Or would the act bring it some relief instead?]

Can we be harvesting these safely?


Tarot:
[Nobody knows what the future holds, they say. This robot claims otherwise, though--and who knows what sort of secret, forbidden magics people have in a place like this? Petra leans over the table to watch the cards be read intently, striving to see how it's done; in the end, though, she can't make any sense of what they mean.

The message seems clear enough to the fortune teller, though--she needs to be on guard. She needs to watch her back. She may not know what the danger is, but it's there, somewhere. Petra bristles immediately, whirling around to scan the coastline for anyone who might be sneaking up on them.]


Wildcard:
[You know the drill. Throw your ideas at me, and we'll figure something out. Forgive the part 1 icon, I defaulted to grabbing those for this journal.]

Peter Quill | Gotg/MCU

[spacedisaster]

𝅘𝅥𝅯 ↠ Arrival

[ Finding himself in a new planet is not new to Peter but usually, he travels to those on purpose and via spaceship. Losing consciousness and then waking up wet and with sand sticking to places it really shouldn't be sticking to it's not a great start of his day. He had learned time ago to just 'go along with it' when weird shit happens, and Peter doesn't cause much trouble when the robots pick him up. There are questions that need to be asked, he isn't happy about the situation in the slightest, but after checking his assigned A5 card he decides that maybe it might be better not knowing.

He's now wandering around and exploring his new home. If he could only find a ship or a way to contact his team, that would be great but he isn't holding his breath given the state of the buildings around him. The recreational center honors his name, except that the sort of activities that one might do here are the ones Peter generally prefers to do in private. ]

That's...quite the collection. [ He mutters mostly to himself, staring at the colorful array of dildos, but loud enough to be heard. His head tilts to the side a couple of time, trying to make sense of a couple of them.

Not much longer after that, he's back on the streets. The guardian spots the Hospital and quickly decides to turn tail and avoid it like the plague. Far too many bad memories associates with the building. In fact, Peter turns so fast after seeing it that he's not really looking where he is going, slamming against a nearby person in his rush to get to a different street. ]


♬ ↠ Seeds and sap

[ Creepy skull flowers are creepy but collecting seeds isn't one of the worst jobs Peter ever had and he's not going to be deterred by the plants' looks. Okay, the red sap that looks like blood and the chattering are a bit unnerving, he will give the flora that concession. 1-0, you win this round Helianthus annuus.

But Peter is new here, he arrived only with the clothes on his back and he had alwasy been a practical man. If he has to play gardener of the Underworld to get some credits, then so be it. He grabs the first skull sunflower he finds and pulls, ripping it from the stem with a little too much force. So much, in fact, that the bleeding skull goes flying and hits one of the nearby passersby by accident. ]

Oh shit, sorry. Didn't see you there. I don't usually throw creepy skull flowers around like bowling balls, the sap made it all slippery. Are you okay?


𝄞 Wilcard

[ If you'd like to do anything specific, please feel free to send me a PM, contact me on Lylith, or hit me up with a starter of your own. I'm up for anything o7! ]

seeds & sap; time to be awful

[occulti]

<sub>[ Klaus heard there were new arrivals in the area which made him interested instantly. Any chance he could find more of his family.. he was going to take it. He wasn't the most ambitious out of all seven of them, but he did love them all greatly, so it was that kind of love that pushed him to be more productive than usual and go out and meet whoever could be out here. He did have that sociability aspect to him at least.

He doesn't expect to be hit on the head by something like.. that. Though, being a man whose power revolves around death, he can't help but find something pretty about the flower, bleeding sap at all. Klaus does bend over to pick it up, not really caring about the sticky substance on it (he's accustomed to having a sticky substance all over him, thanks.)

When he sees who is the culprit, he can't help but laugh and approach Peter. ]</sub>

Oh, no no no no. Don't worry about it. You can hit me with one of these creepy flower things aaaaanyday. I'm fine, seriously.

_{[ Perhaps he's a newcomer, so Klaus takes a punch for it, tipping his head slightly. ]}

How about you?

_{[ He knows ending up plopped somewhere you don't belong can be a bad experience. By now, though, Klaus is accustomed to it. ]}

Kurt Wagner | Marvel 616

[suchmiracles]

ARRIVAL

The only thing worse than having salty, waterlogged fur is having salty, waterlogged fur that's also covered in sand. Suffice to say, Kurt isn't feeling exactly comfortable as he makes his way up the beach. He's had to peel off most of his clothes, not liking the way the wet fabric sticks to him, spreading them out on a rock to dry as he explores. The towel the robots helpfully bestowed on him is doing a decent enough job at rucking up the soft, soaked velvet that covers him, as well as sending his curls into disarray, but he's definitely looking more like a drowned rat than a superhero right now.

Still, he's had worse experiences waking up in strange realities. He's feeling strangely optimistic as he walks along, drawn mostly to the tents, occasionally peering inside one to see if it's occupied.

HARVEST HUNT

Far be it from Kurt to ignore the customs of wherever it is he's turned up. He accepts the flower crown readily, though when he discovers it can't be removed he starts to regret his decision. The jungle of the island's interior seems no different to many of the weird islands he's ended up on over time and doesn't pose any difficulty for someone who grew up in a circus.

After a little while he starts to feel the compulsions of the flowers winding down through his blood; if spotted, he'll dart out of sight, easily leaping up onto a branch or up the trunk of tree. Any hunters who want to catch him will have to work hard, but the teleporter's feeling playful enough to make the chase fun, at least..

WILDCARD

[ OOC: available for other prompts/locations! Feel free to throw a wildcard prompt in here or PM me to discuss something. OTA (besides underage) when it comes to smut/pairings. ]

arrival;

[earps]

Wynonna’s been shacking up in one of the apartments further inland since she first got to the city, but part of her still likes going to the beach even in spite of the various horrors that have walked out of its depths before. These days, she feels confident in being equipped enough to take on whatever she might run into — or at least put up a good fight long enough to turn tail and hide back in the city where there’s plenty of available hiding spots. Still, the thought of something popping up out of the water runs through the back of her mind as she sits in the sand, knees drawn up towards her chest in and one hand bracing back behind her, and one second the ocean in front of her is empty and the next she can make out a figure walking out of the shallows — coming closer.

She straightens with a start, unsure if she’s just seeing things, but then the outline grows closer and closer still and eventually she scrambles to her feet, one hand strafing toward the holster at her hip even if she doesn’t go for it right away. It’s not another driftwood zombie, that much is clear, but maybe it’s just someone who decided to go for an evening swim?

“Uh, hey,” she calls out, shifting her hands to hook thumbs in the back pockets of her shorts with a corresponding hunch of her shoulders, all while trying to determine whether she has a potential threat on her hands or not, and clearly the way to do that is via... awkwardly greeting them?

Ozpin | RWBY

[clocktowers]

arrival.

[ When Ozpin drags himself soaked and shivering out of the ocean, he realizes several things in quick succession:

Oscar is gone. There is no second presence in his mind, no mental voice distinct from his own. It is briefly disorienting to feel alone in his head.

He is himself. This self. When he looks down at his hands in the sand, his fingers are long and slim and pale. When he runs them through his wet hair, it is the same mess of silver he'd grown so used to.

The ocean seems to have claimed his things: he's missing his little dark glasses, his Scroll, his cane. The Long Memory must be in the sea, if it came with him at all.

Well. Nothing for it but to explore his new surroundings.

You can either help the man out of the ocean, or find him wandering and peering at ruined buildings, leaning on a piece of driftwood like a cane. As sunset approaches, he seems to be settling into a crumbling, vine-choked apartment at the monster-ridden edge of the city. Maybe warn him about what he's getting into? ]

hunt.

[ The green foliage crown is very charming. As Oz explores, he doesn't realize that the itch to hunt is anything but reasonable. There are Grimm here, after all, prowling the place he soon intends to sleep. He has hunted them for nearly as long as he's lived.

So: there's a silver-haired man armed with nothing but a makeshift walking stick, walking alone into the wilds outside the city. You can stop him as he goes.

Once he's out there, though, the urge quickly gets away from him.

If you're out alone, you might get the sense of being watched. You might even catch a bright flash of silver hair through the foliage. Someone is stalking you. ]

seeds and sap.

[ Picking sunflowers had seemed a harmless endeavor and a good opportunity to learn more about this place. Maybe, having been told You are a kind, generous person, he's even joined you in your picking.

Oz isn't terribly fazed by the gruesome sap, and lets it coat his fingers as he works. He finally steps back to draw out the handkerchief in his pocket, still ocean-damp, and clean it away.

... Much too late to avoid the effects. When he looks up again, the man jolts back in horror from nothing at all. You might find him like that, wild-eyed and startling at shadows, his piece of driftwood held like a sword.

Or perhaps it's progressed further, and when he looks at you, he looks as though someone has just knocked all the breath out of him. He looks devastated. ]

[ Intending gen for all threads unless otherwise discussed. Hit me up at ochrona if you need me! ]

Arrival - Outcropping

[waswrongtoo]

[There's a strange area of plantgrowth that rears its head when Oz steps into the city. Vines creep out from it into the nearby buildings, and it seems almost as if they were almost trying to overrun the area not long ago.

But whatever caused that, it's clearly over and done with now, and the area, while large and almost jungle-thick with growth, has clearly stopped trying to overgrow its surroundings. In fact, Ozpin's eyes will no doubt find a path carved into it.

And a soft humming comes from further up.

Summer plucks another tea leaf and adds it to the collection she's gathered. Setting it into the bag she's carrying, she takes a moment to check. Yeah, she's probably got about enough for the rest of the week. Good to go! Closing the bag and standing up, she turns to head back to her home, unconcerned about the wild flora's... unconventional nature.

After all, she knows the place, and she'd have to be horribly distracted for anything here to be an issue for her.]