TDM 008: A WALK IN THE THEME PARK

[erkumods]

TDM 008: A WALK IN THE THEME PARK

00. 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. SIX FLAGELLANTS Welcome, one and all, to a thrilling new location! Robots have worked tirelessly to build, from the ground up, what can only be recognizable as an amusement park. You are just in time for the grand opening of Six Flagellants: Great Advagtures! The Ferris Wheel routinely stops when lovebirds reach the top, waiting for a kiss - or something more daring! - before it starts up again. Robots warn of the scary Haunted House: a dark building with wall-to-wall creeps, and hot and cold running chills. Flickering ghosts roam the halls, and you may find an eerily realistic Headless Horseman -- who bids you, "Come closer. Give me head," while pointing to yours. Hey, get your mind out of the... Nevermind. The Carousel is a two-story affair. Nude figures with familiar faces lounge about, waiting to be ridden, and closer inspection proves that they have the faces of your fellow islanders. Hop on your favorite person and take them for a spin! There are even Bumper Cars, which have the interesting effect of making one feel more aroused with every bump and impact. (It's randomized each time, so don't try to guess based on car color!) What should be a similar ride, the Teacups, has the robots' madness written all over it instead. They have misunderstood the gentle spin-cycles for dangerous, dizzying loop-the-loops across a wide track. Some would swear that the ride has a supernatural invocation for fear. Others are simply man enough to admit they're afraid. Lastly, the Tunnel of Love is not what you expect. Although flavored lube and guides to cunnilingus are on each fleshy-log-shaped boat, the motion of the ocean is quite soothing, and there's a pleasant floral scent in the air that causes a light intoxication. Don't forget to try the food! Similar to the Street Kiosks, there's a ton of faire food: cotton candy, corn dogs, and the like. Mascot outfits are available and those who wear them will be rewarded generously with credits. ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● II. LIKE A FIREWORK The next morning, you receive a message on your device: You are cordially invited to a celebration of skinship at the House of Worship. Please do not dress for the occasion. If asked about it, the robots will confirm that is not a specific holiday, but a simple joyous event. If you pry, they may even say that the Old Ones often made merry and partook in the pleasures of the flesh - and so too should you. For an hour, there will be food and drink - alcoholic and aphrodisiac. Then, at the designated time, once the sun has gone down, clothes will be shed and a revelry begun. As fireworks explode overhead, the different colors send the naked senses reeling: Red: You are amorous towards the people around you. Yours is a joyous celebration. The Auspicious Acts you offer are happy and lighthearted, full of kisses and sweet nothings. Orange: You feel bold and adventurous, eager to try something - or someone - new. Your preferred Acts may be dangerous or exciting, perhaps with more than one person. Yellow: You feel reverence when you watch the fireworks, reverence when you look at your fellow people. You feel blessed to be part of the celebration at the House of Worship, and you make the Acts you complete into Acts of worship. You are all about the spirit of generosity. Green: You are not here to celebrate. Jealousy is your lot. Uncover a new side of yourself, full of bitterness and resentment, and try an Act that treads the fine line between light and dark. Indigo: You are proud to celebrate! Those around you are lucky to bask in your presence. You have a newly-minted domineering attitude that makes itself known, and your Acts are likely to be something where you'll come out on top. Violet: These fireworks make you feel unusual - the opposite of yourself. You are different in all that you want to do, preferring Auspicious Acts that you may not have thought twice about before. A group shower will be provided after the festivities wind down. ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● III. MISTLETOE Many cherub dragons can be found gathering together in the Greenhouse, working together to finish the cultivation of a new plant. They spend an exhaustive night decorating the island with the new greenery, which can soon be identified as mistletoe. You may think it's sweet of them, but don't get caught underneath one of these sprigs! Standing under the dragon's mistletoe will cause sensory deprivation - and of course, the only way to regain what was lost is to indulge in an Auspicious Act. (You may choose whichever sense you like, or even choose to be figurative, such as "the sense of reason" or "a sense of purpose.") ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● N A V I G A T I O N

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[erkumods]

[silky_bearing]

does the carousel have people that were very recently dropped built into it by chance?

double down on that angst

andrea quill ( class )

[vrituom]

► SIX FLAGELLANTS / FERRIS WHEEL

( she's never been on a ride before, not been on earth long enough to see them but also probably wouldn't anyway. it's a fun thing and that's the very opposite of what her life is. but it also looks like something of a tactical advantage which is why she gets on, staring (glaring) at the person who gets in beside her and ends up being somewhat grateful when it stops at the top.

once it's stopped she stands from the seat, not caring that the car rocks a little (it doesn't phase her) and trying to use it to get a better view of where they are.

it's only as she turns around to look at the other side that she notices the expression of the other person, giving them a very sharp-- ) What?

► LIKE A FIREWORK

( she'll never admit it if questioned but the sound of the fireworks makes her jump a little. for a warrior it's embarrassing, but she hadn't expected it and again-- new human experience.

it draws her attention, watching the display for a moment even if she's frowning at it, wondering what the point of it is, why someone would waste their time and what they were even supposed to be celebrating. frankly, she hadn't had enough alcohol and even then she wouldn't feel like celebrating.

except the fireworks have a different idea, orange colours in the sky egging on the boldness that's already inside her. except how it manifests is a little different, not in her warrior spirit but in getting someone else involved. so the person next to her may find themselves grabbed to get their attention )

There's something this show is missing.

► WILDCARD

feel free to wildcard a different ride or firework colour!!

koriand'r / starfire✨ dc rebirth

[wanderstars]

((open to gen or smut threads, any gender/age/physical appearance is fine for the latter! I don't have a kink list for her yet but I'm generally open to most things. Feel free to PM me if you'd like to clear anything out before tagging, though. :>))

I ➢ SIX FLAGELLANTS

[ This is not quite where Kori was expecting to end up, when she left Earth. In truth, she doesn't at all remember even approaching another planet, let alone one that's inhabitable and with people already living in it. Trapped, yes, but still settled in one way or another.

She has so many questions, and yet most of them seem to go unanswered. Curiosity overcomes any frustration she might feel, and maybe it's her easy, open-minded view on physical intimacy that has her reacting rather well to the whole theme of this place. In a way, it's strangely comforting, like it reminds her of home, of her own people and culture, so different from the far more reserved approach that she's seen in most humans she's met.

So the theme of this park doesn't quite slip her notice, she's not that naive, but it doesn't bother her either. She's excited at the prospect of some fun regardless, whether or not it means finding partners interested in more than just an innocent ride.

The Ferris wheel is one of the many she visits. Anyone might find themselves suddenly with an orange-skinned, fire-haired woman slipping into the seat beside them, her smile bright and eyes green, an unusual kind of warmth practically seeping off of her in waves. ]

Hi! I'm Kori. What's your name?

[ That's the same introduction she'll offer as she climbs into one of the boats for the Tunnel of Love, evidently very excited and curious about what this place will surprise them with in the dark.

And the bumper cars, oh, of course she'll try those out. She has a playfully competitive streak to her, and as soon as she understands how they work, she picks one of the cars and hops in, ready for some intense driving and crashing. And oh, intense is certainly the word for it...

Throughout the day she'll also be visiting the food stalls, helping herself to copious amounts of food. Feel free to come across her as she sits right in front of a massive pile of corn dogs, or makes a complete mess of herself as she tries to eat cotton candy. Maybe let her know she's got a bit stuck to her cheek. ]

II ➢ LIKE A FIREWORK

[ The name alone, House of Worship, is more than enough to pique her interest. The promise of a celebration lures her there, and she's delighted to find all the food and drink on offer, helping herself to a number of them. Although not necessarily seeking out the aphrodisiac-laced foods, she's also not avoiding them entirely, and if she happens to help herself to some, there's not much harm done.

Regardless, aphrodisiacs aren't at all necessary to urge her to take off her clothes when it gets to that portion of the evening. In fact she seems absolutely thrilled when everyone sheds their clothes, as the layers are simply a bid at modesty that she hasn't always felt necessary. She is likely one of the quickest and most eager to discard her clothes, dressed down to nothing at all, and she looks absolutely comfortable in her own skin as she walks among everyone else, approaching anyone whose gaze lingers on her, smile spreading wide as she brushes her fingertips along an arm, a back, or chest. ]

Can I ask your name?

((ooc: 100% fine with any of the fireworks colors and their effects, btw!))

III ➢ MISTLETOE

[ This is at least one tradition she has been told about, and she absolutely delights in seeing the little plants scattered around the island. Should she be so eager to step underneath the plant? Probably not, no. But— look, she's Horny on Main and there are a lot of very pretty people around here, alright.

Of course that she's not expecting that particularly unpleasant side effect, so after the first time, she tries to be a little more careful. The plant might yet catch her off-guard once or twice, but otherwise she'll mostly be approaching anyone else who seems to be trapped. ]

Would you like my help to be freed?

i.

[halforc]

[ When a beautiful orange woman takes the seat next to him, Fjord has to blink for a few moments before he remembers what speech is and how to do it. By then the ferris wheel is cranking into motion. ]

Fjord. Hello! Kori, was it?

[ Another tiefling, perhaps? No horns but she's awfully hot at his side (in several ways, oof). ]

edmund pevensie | chronicles of narnia

[giftless]

arrival (nothing new);

It's far from the first time that Edmund Pevensie has ever arrived in some strange place on a wave crashing onto a shore. But it is, as always, troublesome. He sputters out salt water as he climbs up the beach, tearing off his jacket as he goes. He's dressed for travel: neat button up and hat and slacks and fine leather shoes, but at the moment, none of his luggage is with him. That's no surprise either. Though as he squints at the approaching mechanical creature, he suddenly wishes he had a sword.

"I say, who made you?" he asks, backing away. A dwarf, he hopes, but he glances frantically this way and that, catching your eye with a hopeful expression.

"A little help would be in order, I think?"

six flagellants;

Edmund has gotten a few things in order since arriving. He's sorted out his inventory, his housing (such as it is), and gotten the lay of the land. Which means he does not expect the adventure park. He's never seen such a thing in his life, all the fairs and festivals he's known utilizing rides much less involved. And, of course, less intimate.

The Haunted House is his first sign that the forced intimacy isn't relegated to the A5. He sneers at the innuendo and leaves as quickly as possible. The carousel is passed over as well, the figures and forms passing familiar and isn't that troubling?

He tries to take some solace in the food, a bundle of pink candy floss in hand as he wanders through the festivities, looking glum and otherwise not very keen on joining.

like a firework;

Edmund is grateful for anything that's not the amusement park, but not nearly as cautious as he should be. He partakes in the food again, and this time notices a distinct... change in his feelings. In his body. He's tempted to leave immediately, uncomfortable in his own skin, like there's an itch that he desperately needs to scratch. But the fireworks catch his attention for a moment and he pauses before he's even taken two steps away from the festivities. The colors explode in the dark sky above, orange and violet catching his eye.

Perhaps it's then that someone else catches his eye. He locks eyes with someone and, inspired by the Lion only knows what, approaches.

"Would it be too bold of me to say you look beautiful?"

wildcard & notes;

(( OOC: I play Edmund from a mix of books and movies, coming from the middle of The Last Battle, from the train. He's 19 at this stage. I will gladly match formats. Hit me up in PM if you have any questions. ))

six flagellants: I am so hideously rusty but I had to

[ofeasternseas]

It seemed there was something new to see at every turn and that, of course, meant that by this time Lucy was positively dizzy from running about trying her best to see and experience everything. Well- Everything within reason.So much has happened so fast that she's honestly forgotten for a moment that she shouldn't expect to see him. (Which is a strange thing in and of itself.)

"Oh! Edmund! Don't be so sour. Here, you simply must try these!" And as she bounds over, tugging a little paper bag of sugary roasted nuts (pecans were they? she doesn't quite remember) from her dress pocket she freezes in place, swiftly looking up, wide-eyed in shock.

"Edmund!!" And then, nuts be damned, she's racing at her brother to throw her arms around him. "Oh I thought for certain I was all alone!"

beauregard lionett | critical role

[flurry_of_beaus]

arrival;

"Fuck me!"

Beau's not in the mood. She's soaking wet, covered in sand, and currently being pursued, steadily, by some kind of hulking mass of metal and magic. It's not where she wants to be.

"Fuck you!"

She pauses in her avoidance, ceases her dodging from side to side to confront the machine. And promptly kicks her leg up, slamming her foot into where its face sort of is. It does not seem to like it, which was kind of the plan.

six flagellants;

The amusement park is straight out of this world for Beau. She's settled, more or less, into her situation. And as much as she's not happy about it, she's not going to let it stop her from investigating. There has to be a way out, or some better explanation, if she just searches hard enough.

But it's hard not to enjoy herself a little. The food is good and the rides look exciting. The Haunted House leaves something wanting, as ghosts she cannot punch are no fun at all. But the Teacups inspire just the right about of fear in her to feel her adrenaline pumping.

She hops onto the Ferris Wheel, noting after the second or third go how the gondola waits at the top of the curve to let riders figure a few things out for themselves. She turns to the person next to her. If a lady, she gives her a wink and scoots closer. If a man, she shakes her head. Sorry, pass.

The Bumper Cars too are too good an opportunity to pass up. But by the end of it, she's buzzing, feeling much too much. She frowns thoughtfully as she gets out of the car at the person near her.

"Is that, um, supposed to happen?"

like a firework;

Beau. Loves. Fireworks.

She grabs herself some food and drink and plops herself down on the ground to get a good view. Of course, lying on the floor presents some problems. She gets a good view, or too good of a view, up at the people around her. She might get tripped over. She sits up with a sigh and tugs at the clothes of the person nearest her.

"Grab a seat," she advises. "It's best from down here."

Above them, the colors explode, red and indigo and violet.

wildcard & notes;

(( OOC: Beau comes from Episode 88 and is a lesbian. F/F only for smutty things, but I she likes dude friends so feel free to hit up the prompts in a gen manner. I will gladly match formats. Hit me up in PM if you have any questions. ))

like a firework

[wanderstars]

Clothes? Not sure one can call clothes to the incredibly sheer tunic Kori's wearing right now, barely covering her down to her thighs. Not much left to the imagination there, and if she's wearing the flimsy piece of fabric it isn't for any attempt at modesty, more that she simply likes the way it looks and flows with the breeze.

Nevertheless, the tugging is enough for her to look down, smiling brightly before doing as told without question, sitting with her legs folded to the side, weight propped up with a hand to the ground.

"Thank you. They're very pretty, aren't they?" She leans closer, peering into Beau's plate. "Can I try some of your food?"

the Iron Bull | Dragon Age | OTA

[aban_aqun]

0. Arrival

This isn't even the first time the Iron Bull has found himself washed up on a beach. He generally makes it a point to avoid shipwrecks or anything else that might force him to swim for his life, and he doesn't remember actually going into the water this time. Just a rift.

With a grunt he shoves himself up. He takes a moment to gather himself. Nothing about the beach is immediately familiar. Not great.

Eventually, he gets to his feet, unfurling to his full seven and a half feet. He eyes the mechanical thing coming toward him warily, but the worst it does is thrust a towel at him.

"Think a horse blanket would work better." He tosses the towel over his shoulder. He'll keep it, but it's probably just easier to air dry.


II. Like a Firework

This place doesn't waste any time.

The Bull makes his way to the House of Worship. Makes him think briefly of Chantry houses, but he has a feeling nothing this interesting ever happened in any of those outside of ribald books. The kind Rocky has performed or recited group with more than once.

Despite invitations to eat and drink, Bull doesn't do much of either. He's more keen to watch other people as they indulge. He does end up with a cup of wine and, after a while, takes a taste.

When the fireworks start, Bull's gaze drifts upward as yellow lights up the sky.

[Will interact with any of the other colors with Bull! But yellow for him.]


III. Mistletoe

Cherub dragons. That's cute. Bull catches sight of a few of them decorating, and he recognizes the mistletoe when he sees it. While he is aware of several traditions that go along with hanging the plant, he isn't anticipating what actually happens when he ends up beneath one of the sprigs.

It comes on somewhat slowly, enough that Bull realizes it's happening before his vision is gone completely.

"Really? You want someone like me running around blind?"

He doesn't expect the little dragons - or anyone that might know what's going on - to answer him. That does leave him with relatively limited options, though, and staying still seems like the best one for the time being. Maybe if he's lucky, all it will take is a kiss.

Whenever he does regain his senses, Bull becomes a little more keen to help other people if he finds them experiencing some mistletoe-induced side effects.

"Hey, you okay?"


Wildcard & notes

[Will match format! I usually take Bull from the end of the game, but can work to avoid any spoilers for anyone that would prefer that. He is 7'6" with a wide set of horns. PM if you have any questions!]

iii.

[halforc]

[ Little bastard dragons. They are nowhere as sweet to him as they are to Aphrodite.

Fjord swears as his visions goes as black as if he's been Blinded by Caduceus, arms immediately reaching out to keep himself from walking into anyone on the street. He only makes it a few metres before he hears someone addressing him (he thinks?) and halts his hesitant, awkward walking. Sounds like a guy but no one he knows. ]

The white plants, they blinded me. Are there more nearby? I'm trying to avoid them in case their effect strengthens.

Ruby Rose | RWBY (CRAU @ Prismatica)

[silver_eyes_rose]

(OoC: Ruby is of... dubious age. She started at 15, but Rooster Teeth employs Comic Book Time, so it's hard to place how old she is actually, but I've gone with the idea that she's 17 ATM)

00: Arrival

Ruby's arrival would be one of sputtering and confusion. Last she remembered was leaving the world of Prismatica and returning to her world, to finish the job there... and now she was crawling out of the water. What the heck happened between the two moments? The thing she was worried about more was the disappearance of Crescent Rose, which she would find later on in the day.

For now, though, Ruby's going to be trudging through the strange city, noticing a lot of robots. Maybe there'll be people here she'll recognize here. Maybe someone from home?

"Hello? Anyone here?" she'll call out. "Hello? Weiss? Blake? Yang?"

And if not there, then certainly the apartment she'll take for her own!

01 SIX FLAGELLANTS

Now this was an odd place to see. An amusement park on an island. An amusement park that's... well... yeah. Truth be told, being in Prismatica did loosen up Ruby in that regard, so she isn't TOO surprised by this right now. Thus, she'll take things in stride.

Maybe you'll find her in your car in the Ferris Wheel, just in awe over seeing the park so high up (and curious as to why it stopped at the top).

Or perhaps you'll find her at the Bumper Cars, flushing slightly as she bumps into people, trying to chalk it up to the fun she's having.

Or maybe you'll find her at the Street Kiosks enjoying the food... or at least the corn dogs.

02. Fireworks

A party? That didn't seem so bad, did it? Nothing else better to do, Ruby decided to attend the party. The alcoholic beverages were something she stayed away from, unaware of the aphrodisiac items.

And, then, came the main event!

"Oh, look! Here it goes!"

Ruby's going to stare at the fireworks, a lot of them being red from her point of view. Of course, she might find things a little... off as she watched...

0X Wildcard!

(OoC: PM me or hit me up on Plurk @ AshBlaze

Arrival

[waswrongtoo]

There was, indeed, a familiar figure just waiting for Ruby to enter the city. But neither of them were expecting to see the other.

Summer had been intending to come down to the beach to check on the new arrivals. She did that most months, someone had to after all. But she'd gotten held up and was a little later than she'd intended. No matter. For all she knew people hadn't even started showing up yet.

Turning the corner around a building to the road that lead out of (or into, depending on which way you were going) the city, Summer saw someone coming before she registered anything else. She put on a smile-

"Ah, hello there! Did you- Just..."

And promptly took in... everything. Oh. Oh, that face and hair she'd recognize anywhere. How could she not, it being so close to what she saw in the mirror every day?

Silver eyes widened to take up almost half her face. Her mouth fell open, and she worked her jaw for a moment only to manage two syllables... but the only important ones she could think of right now. "Ruby..."

Essek Thelyss | Critical Role | OTA

[thelyss]

00. Arrival

The water is horrendously cold as it tumbles him towards shore. Salt stings at his eyes and burns so sharply at the back of his throat and in his nose that by the time he manages to find purchase in the sand to pull himself upright, he nearly vomits. The brightness of the light once he finally manages to scrub his eyes open without getting further salt in them doesn't help - even an overcast sky is uncomfortable, prickling uncomfortably at his skin and forcing him to squint.

It takes him longer, therefore, to get his bearings, and so when the automaton approaches it catches him off guard. Essek startles back a step before automatically attempting to float himself an inch or two off the ground -- only to realize that he can't.

It's that realization that suddenly wipes away every other concern. He sharply takes the offered towel and device from the burbling contraption, violet eyes scanning over both with sharp curiosity. Essek seems to forget that he's dressed only in his sleeping clothes, a fine white tunic and dark leggings, both now soiled and sticking wetly to his skin, before circling the automaton nearly like a predator examining a peculiar new prey.

"How do you work, I wonder?" And might it be the reason there is something very, very wrong.

I. Six Flagellants

If there's one single thing that could possibly represent the total opposite of Essek's typical day-to-day, an amusement park would have to be it. The entire concept feels terribly foreign, hardly at all helping him cope with the troubling answers he's managed to uncover thus far about this new place he's found himself in. He's managed to find simple enough dark clothing and some peculiar glasses that help shield his eyes from the brightness of the daylight a little, but even after an hour outside will begin to give him an extraordinary headache, forcing him to seek out darker spaces inside.

Which is how he finds himself on the Tunnel of Love, perhaps sitting next to you, assuming that the lightheadedness he feels is just an effect of the light and his headache.

"It's all rather...excessive, isn't it?"


II. Fireworks

Nighttime is so vastly preferable to the garishness of day. The brightness keeps him indoors mostly, and in the wake of the past day or two, mostly asleep until the evening.

The House of Worship part gives him more pause than anything else. Being forced to pretend piety in his own culture is grating enough, and Essek has no intentions of having to become tangled in such things in a foreign world. But there is still much that could be learned from the rituals that are followed here, to determine who or what holds power, and, perhaps, how to regain what he himself has lost.

He dresses, fully intending to keep his clothes in place - at least in public. Lingering at the edge of the crowd as people begin to shed their clothing, Essek focuses on the fireworks, feeling particular prickles up his skin when Green and Violet burst brilliantly in the sky.


III. Mistletoe

Each day here seems to bring on a unique and frustrating challenge. As though the deprivation of particular spells wasn't bad enough, the peculiar effects of the food and drink, the general atrocious state of the whole place were proving to be challenges Essek had not been prepared to face.

Now, as suddenly as snuffing a flame, his vision is gone entirely. As much as he'd been seeking a solution to the constant headaches during the day, this isn't precisely what he'd had in mind.

It happens just as he passes under an archway, not at all aware of the small sprig of strange plant that hangs above.

Essek stops suddenly in his tracks, perhaps colliding, or nearly so, into someone nearby. Again, he tries to float himself out of stumbling, and again, it doesn't work. He throws out an arm, seeking to grab onto something as he loses his balance. There's a soft curse under his breath.

"Apologies. Might I have some assistance?"


[ ooc: Essek is post episode 99 / through ep 120. Feel free to write your own starter if you wanna wildcard! I prefer to write in prose, but you don't have to match formats if you prefer brackets. Drop me a PM if you have any questions ♥ ]

00. 👀

[blumenthal]

The beach is by no means Caleb's usual haunt. He hasn't been back since roughly this time last month, when he'd first arrived himself. But he's on a mission today to see if he recognizes anyone washing up out of the surf. He walks for half a mile down the beach before he sees a dark, slender figure inspecting one of the robots and realizes that yes, in fact, he does.

His steps slow almost to a halt as his focus narrows. How someone so bedraggled and clearly wearing night clothes can still manage to look so elegant is beyond him. It's so very Essek it's almost laughable. But Caleb doesn't laugh. Something churns in his gut, a sick, nervous feeling, like hope and dread intermingled. It is one thing to know that Jester has been speaking to him, that there are vague plans to see him. It is another to face him, to look him in the eye after a month of silence and distance. After a betrayal and a plea, an understanding and a heartbreaking fracturing of newly-minted trust that still has Caleb twisted up inside as much as it did that very day.

He isn't ready. He isn't ready.

But he can't just turn around and pretend he hasn't seen. Essek is a friend, Essek is an ally, Essek is a problem, Essek is a liability. All of these things are true, and they all mean that he has to connect with him here and now. The world can't wait for Caleb Widogast to get his shit together. (It would be waiting a very long time.)

He walks on. The roaring of the ocean drowns out a similar sound echoing in his ears, in his head. It is shocking to him that his voice comes out evenly when he speaks as he approaches, observational and conversational. Normal.

"That is the question, isn't it? They may look like golems, but they are not like any magical construct I have ever encountered."

Of course Essek would be immediately curious. There's a flicker of fondness in Caleb at that--and oh, there is still fondness here. He'd known that already, but distance has somewhat dampened it with bitterness. Now proximity revives it. Essek is--

Well. Essek is here. And what that means is up to him. The impetus is still on Essek to rebuild, if that is what he wants.

Ashi | Samurai Jack

[notmymother]

[A] ARRIVAL;

[Ashi's first few moments out of the water are spent shaking her head much as a dog might, flinging water from both her face and hair with little regard for who might be nearby. At least she doesn't have any clothes to stick to her, that dark bodysuit she's wearing seemingly repelling the water easily enough.]

Water?

[It's a sputtered word in a heavily confused tone. Once she can actually see after wiping the water from her eyes though her attention is absolutely riveted on the approaching robots. They certainly aren't the beetle drones or really that harmful looking but Aku's minions came in all shapes and sizes.

She seems to steel herself, a certain ready rigidity settling through her figure. She's obviously prepared to fight.]

[B] SIX FLAGELLANTS;

[She hasn't the least idea what to make of this place. Is it a city? No, that's not it. She's not been in many cities but she knows enough to recognize that this isn't one, particularly because of the things she comes across that the robots are calling "rides".

First it's the carousel in which Ashi has to stop to ponder one of the figures. It's a nude woman she doesn't recognize kneeling on hands and knees. By the way her brows are raised and her lips are lightly pursed she's more curious than anything. After a moment she even points to said nude figure and unabashedly questions whoever has the fortune of standing within earshot near her:]

I'm supposed to ride on this? How do I make it move?

[Once that's figured out and she thoroughly enjoys the carousel Ashi is more than interested in exploring all of the other rides. The bumper cars earn an intrigued and curious look over before she stands back to observe a game so she can better understand the goal. Once the round ends she hums contemplatively, looking far too serious.]

So the object then is to hit others?

[She clenches her fist and a bright, fierce smile lights up her face.]

Excellent.

[Eventually when the robots literally kick her out of the bumper cars for literally breaking a few of them she ends up wandering over to the Tunnel of Love. There are obvious boats on the water and though she doesn't quite get the purpose of the ride itself she eventually shrugs and just hops onboard one of them with pretty much whoever. She seems pretty pleased about it too, plucking up one of the lubes without hesitation.]

I wonder where these go?

[And of course one can likely catch her sampling food from the street kiosks. At least this stuff doesn't wiggle, squirm or look particularly inedible.]

[C] LIKE A FIREWORK;

[Please do not dress for the occasion. That message confuses her to say the least. Is there a proper sort of dress for celebrating skinship? She's never heard of such a celebration but that isn't exactly surprising. There was a great deal about the world Ashi didn't know.

It's when the light show of fireworks begins that she's really intrigued though. The popping sound had at first made her tense up and jerk her gaze over in the direction of the sound. An attack of some sort? She holds a skewer of meat and vegetables in one hand as her other balls into a fist, expression tense.

And then colors. Bright and bold, instantly snapping her attention skyward. Her breath catches in her chest a moment as she watches and for a moment she's forcefully jerked backwards in her thoughts. She lets go of her breath with her expression still skyward, dark eyes wide.]

I heard a story like this once. About how the stars were created.

[OOC: Open to red, yellow and indigo colors!]

[D] WILDCARD;

[Feel free to throw any prompts you like my way if I've skipped one you'd like to give a go. PMs are open for any questions!]

Like a Firework

[argone]

[Kara had largely ignored the messages about clothing, instead opting to remain in the clothes she'd arrived with, and she wasn't even totally sure why she was bothering to turn up. Other than her strange inability to simply leave, there was remarkably little about this island that she was terribly interested in.

Furthermore as a Kryptonian, Kara is unused to being so enraptured by something as simple as fireworks, but here she was, standing on the ground and staring up at them with a kind of reverence. Red lights, primarily, seemed to catch her attention, and the popping sensation sounded practically thunderous in her ears as the show continued. Her attention was caught by a voice nearby, a woman's voice, clearly under the same spell.]

...I'd like to hear that one.

sᴀɴᴇᴍɪ sʜɪɴᴀᴢᴜɢᴀᴡᴀ ➯ ᴋɪᴍᴇᴛsᴜ ɴᴏ ʏᴀɪʙᴀ

[tanabota]

Arrival;

ᴏɴᴇ.

[ Black. Color of unrelenting night, darkest just before orange dawn. Of fingernails after a raucous battle, matted and caked with congealed blood and muck. Of—the back of eyelids, along with the thick taste of watery salt and grit of sand drying into his hair. Dream…. Did he dream? Something … strange. Flicking numbers, robotic voice, something completely invasive—…

Confused, the slayer grunts, long lashes finally flickering as consciousness flirts like a curious bird, grazing the outer rim of his twitching grasp. His muscles ache, remembering the roil of waves—sea, he realizes suddenly, jolting up and leaning over to spit out a mouthful of grime and oceanwater with a hearty fuck raspy on its tail. His pupils dilate with the sudden realization of a hot bank beneath his ass and the clatter of some fucking—things—metallic but somehow sentient offering towels and clasping some fucking thing on his wrist.

Tents? Shacks? Peaceful alcoves along a lovely beach with scenic craggily rocks with white foam breaking against their charcoal shade? Gentle vegetation?

The fuck is this shit?!

As soon as he plants the sole of his zori into a robot’s face (?facearea?) to jet bodily away from its welcoming, he turns his attention back to the sea. That’s where he came from, right? Maybe he can just. Swim back to where he needs to be? He’s ambitious and stubborn enough to try, and there’s no way in hell he’s going to wash up on some damn beach and just decide that hey, this is fine, new home I guess. Someone’s got a job, man.

So he plunges back into the ocean, pushing into the rolling waves. Except they keep pushing him back, because no matter how stubborn and feral a man might be, there are very few mortals that can win against the whole damn ocean. Not that he doesn’t try: Sanemi pushes forward again and again, cursing, kicking the water, spitting, until he’s completely drenched and coated with sand and seashell shards.

Unceremoniously back onto the beach, he glares angrily at the sky—or maybe it’s not the sky. ]

The fuck you looking at?

[ If you’re another man he’ll give that crass sling, sending a squinting unapproving look even if you weren’t staring at him trying to fight the ocean. Women and those who look to be on the older end of the age range (man or woman) will instead get a softer, more muted: ]

What? I’m trying to get back.

Six Flagellants;

ᴛᴡᴏ.

[ Food is … alright. Okay. Even he can be swayed by that. Even if he isn’t planning on having any kind of fun, still frustrated and angry about being trapped on a nameless island with a bunch of nudists (??? Feels that way), his stomach growls at the sweet scent of hot treats.

So he’s drawn into the fun, scanning the rows of faire kiosks, looking for something in particular but not spotting it despite the good old effort. Disappointing, but not the worst thing in the world—almost everything smells good and though some of it is unfamiliar, he’s curious.

But what the hell are decisions when it comes to foods you’ve never tried? It’s the cotton candy that gives him pause especially; it looks like a cloud, but no cloud comes in that shade, and it’s on a paper … cone? Unwilling to just take the old fashioned plunge and commit, he glances over at someone waiting on line, ]

….Is this good?

ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ.

[ Whoever you are, I am sorry that you’ve ended up as one of the parties in the two-party tunnel of love boat with Sanemi Shinazugawa.

He’s sorry, too, for just being there in general. Not for you, though. For himself. How he ended up ushered into the boat by some damn robots, how he didn’t kick them away and ended up with his ass in the seat, how now he can’t even look at anything because underneath all the rough edges he’s a proper Japanese man—why is this his life right now. Why.

He can’t even look in the boat, because there’s a very graphic picture of how to give proper head. So he’s just. Leaning his elbow against the side of the boat with his hand covering his eyes, like he’s seasick from the rock on the water. It’s not, though. It’s embarrassment mixed with disbelief. ]

How long is this damn ride supposed to be?

Like A Firework;

ғᴏᴜʀ.

[ Revelry? Partying? No thanks. While Sanemi’s never particularly in a party mood, more low-key and introverted by nature, his sudden arrival has soured any part of him that might humor some good-natured festivities. The only pleasures of the flesh he’s really interested in involve the clash of blades and beating each other bloody with fists in the case of swords breaking, anyway. From the looks of the invite, it isn’t a battle royale.

It doesn’t stop him from being out after night falls, close to the fun and walking its outskirts, still suspicious of the island and partaking in some reconnaissance (findings so far: the place is in a really shitty state, robots are strange, and people fuck everywhere). And it doesn’t stop him from catching sight of fireworks breaking out across the fresh night sky, attention drawn to the flickering light like the butterfly toward the moon.

Of course, the color that his eyes focus on is green; nothing else would fit the wind hashira, would it? So it’s a groundless impulse that has him pressing his elbow into someone’s shoulder, leaning his weight against it in an intimate manner, too close yet he finds himself not quite giving a shit.

His voice is smooth as he speaks, a low hum of privacy that needles between the threads of merriment. ]

Why stay here when you could be doing something better?

[ Good with all other colors and their effects! ]

Mistletoe;

ғɪᴠᴇ.

[ Yeah. Someone got caught under the mistletoe.

The name means very little to him, much less the connotations from more modern trends. Even if he did, it’s nothing he would give a shit about, more than happy to be the island’s party pooper and rain on all of the parades. It’s something he altogether ignores as he scopes out the extent of the island, trying to ground in reality by doing something that could be useful for later. Search for a way back. For signs of demons. For a way to send a message back to Oyakata-sama at the very least.

Thoughts something like that, when his vision flickers; Sanemi halts, abruptly stopping mid-step as everything simply leaves. He can still feel, still breathe, still smell and hear, but his vision’s gone dark. As honed as his other senses might be, the shock of his vision suddenly stopping is sharp.

Startled, he snaps his arms out, clapping his hands forward when he feels a slight shift of wind and hears the thump of a step. He slaps his palms against that passing person’s face after grabbing them; someone—it doesn’t matter who—he just needs to confirm he really is still in reality.

So, enjoy getting slapped in the face, but also held there in the slap. Like an idiot sandwich. ]

The hell just happened?

[ Hello there. ]

[ No info pages yet but ota, cool with threads going gen or smut routes and I’m okay with most things kinkwise. Feel free to send me a PM if you’d like to hash something out or hit me up at bigwoof. Cheers! ]

three.

[hashira]

[This would not be their first meeting upon the island. No that happened some days ago as he watched Shinazugawa stubbornly try to fight the current and waves, for well, he isn't sure exactly how long but quite a bit of time passed. Honestly it was the most foolish thing he could have witnessed but he didn't outright state as much in the other pillar's face. Perhaps there was something he knew that Giyu did not? But when Shinazugawa finally gave up, it was then that Giyu approached him. He came to him with a question that pointed out how stupid the other man's plan of escape was. Do you know what island we're on? And from there things went down hill.

— By this point it had been some time since he had seen Shinazugawa Sanemi. He hadn't actively searched for him either. Because. They were pillars, they were capable of taking care of themselves. He expected as much but he only wished he had been able to give out some warning especially concerning the foods and things offered by those metallic servant like things.

In any case. This is the day when they would finally come across each other once more. Not that it would be a heartfelt reunion. Giyu typically would have avoided this whole area, there were too many things going on. There were too many people. But he was almost certain this place hadn't really been here before? Or was he wrong? It was only him investigating that had him wandering about but even when doing his best to avoid being put into strange situations he had found himself pushed into one of the boats. Briefly he might bumped into the other passenger but his immediate reaction was to turn away, hoping for a chance to escape but its a little late. The rides begun. And he's ready to leave.

Then there's a question asked by a familiar voice.]

Shinazugawa.

I am going to get out.

mugen | samurai champloo

[ondori]

I. ARRIVAL

[ Waking up is almost worse than actually dying. Not that this is the first time he's had to crawl out of the ocean half dead, spluttering and inhaling sea water. But it is the first time there have been metal dudes to bother him as he crawls his way to dry sand. At the end, all he gets out of the encounter are bruised knuckles and the direction of food.

Mugen feels and looks like shit. His clothing is ripped, damp and still partly covered with sand. With his feet bare and his wild hair even more rebellious than usual after being roughly towel dried, he wouldn't be out of place on an actual deserted island. His limbs feel heavy and painful to move, mostly listless save for his tensed fists. His eyes keep flicking around to survey the beach even as he gets farther from the water. Maybe his sword washed up somewhere? He briefly considers sticking around to look for it.

Then his stomach protests loudly, painfully. Damn. He'd always hated the feeling of being this hungry. Always feels like death is trying to claw at him from the inside; the sneaky bastard. Cursing, he presses a hand against his abdomen, like that is going do something, before forcing himself to keep walking. His other fist clenches the new bracelet like he is thinking of tossing it angrily into the sand just like he had the towel.

Despite his lethargy and very slight limp, he still bristles like an injured wild animal at anyone that catches his gaze or just looks at him too long. ]

The hell're you lookin' at?

II. SIX FLAGELLANTS

[ By the time he makes it to where the metal guys directed him, his clothes have mostly dried off, though some stubborn patches of sand still cling to him. Mugen lets his nose guide him to the first place offering food, still looking like death warmed over.

He barely even looks at the food he swipes from the stand before shoving it into his mouth. His teeth scrape the stick of the corn dog like he isn't sure he should bite all the way through at first. There's no holding him back after that one, though. By the time he decides to walk away, he's clutching about eight of them in one hand and has an empty stick held loosely between his teeth. He's still pissed off about being here, but he wouldn't deny that the free food is improving his mood, even if it tastes weird as hell.

Mugen eventually wanders over to the carousel. It's probably the strangest shit he's ever seen. He's shamelessly drawn to it because of the figures of naked ladies. Not realizing these are supposed to look like anyone on the island, he treats them with absolutely no respect. Though to be fair, it probably wouldn't have made a difference even if he was aware they were people here. Feel free to find him knocking on them to see if they're hollow, lounging around on them while he enjoys his corn dogs with his bare feet resting on another, or just casually feeling them up. ]

III. Wildcard

[ ooc: I'll match styles. And I'm pretty open to ideas so interject wherever and feel free to message me.
apologies in advance, I haven't rpd since lj and this is all so very new.

I'll respond to messages on this journal, or plurk: tinchel
Also, in case you'd like them, here they are: Permissions | OPT OUT | HMD ]

i.

[hashira]

[There right before his eyes a whole scene is unfolding which he silently watches from beginning to end. It's not odd to him in a way. This was much the same way he had ended up on the island himself, washed ashore and tended to by those metallic things. He remembered how insistent they were upon him taking the bracelet and he would have walked off had they not been so persistent.

Although he has to admit he had come out of the water in a much better state than this man has. Perhaps he was just fortunate? And when they're eyes finally meet, and there's a harsh gaze sent his way it doesn't deter him from his continued staring. There's a bite to the words that he fails to grasp only because he's concentrating more on their meaning.

He doesn't respond. Wasn't it obvious what he had been looking at this whole time?]

Alec McDowell | Dark Angel

[fourninefour]

i. Arrival

[The last Alec remembers, Max tells him she doesn’t want to see him again, which, yeah, okay. Fair enough, given what he’d just put her through. He definitely owes her that five grand for saving his sorry ass, and he’s got to find a way to come up with that money.

Except that, before he can really come up with any sort of plan in that regard, he finds himself pulled forward into some kind of…bizarre, unknown space? But he doesn’t have long to dwell on that because, before he knows it, he’s shoved forward, almost as though he’s shoved in between spaces, and, without a single shred of dignity or grace, Alec finds himself suddenly in the water, flailing, before he realizes that he can’t actually fight against the tide that is propelling him forward.

When he reaches the shore, he gladly takes the offered towel, though he frowns at the bracelets offered also by the…yep, those sure are robots. He arches an eyebrow.]

And what are these things for, exactly?

[They look like devices Manticore might use to keep track of its subjects, or like something that asshole White might deploy against wayward X5s. Instinctively, Alec bristles at them.]


II. Six Flagellants

[Alec has seen a lot of things in his time, but a sex themed amusement park is definitely a new one for him. Amusement parks in general are foreign concepts to him, given that he’s spent most of his life in Manticore, and, more recently, on the run from Manticore’s remains, so he finds himself wandering, mostly aimlessly, throughout, taking in the sights, sounds, and various experiences. He feels a bit like a fish out of water, but he does his best not to show it, smirking at all of the ridiculous sex themes and merchandise he finds everywhere.

He enjoys the fried foods, though, especially the fried dough, and he’ll probably be casually munching on something, depending on where one might find him in the park.

The Haunted House is certainly an experience; Alec just laughs outright when the Headless Horseman asks for him to ‘give head.’ He supposes low hanging fruit is still fruit, after all, shrugs, and moves onto the next ride.

The Teacups almost make him lose what food he’s already eaten; between how fast the cups spin and the way that they nearly tilt over outright, Alec is thrown about, even for all of his genetically enhanced strength. When he exits the ride, he, of course, tries to play it cool with his usual posturing bullshit; he’ll even get back on the ride again, just to prove how cool he is and how the Teacups obviously didn’t affect him like that, clearly.

The Ferris Wheel is actually kind of nice, granting a pretty decent view of the amusement park from the top. Alec has to wonder why the ride pauses for so long though, once he reaches the top.]


iii. Wildcard

[Have a different prompt you’d like with Alec? Let me know, either via PMing Alec’s journal here or at afaeryschild. Happy to match styles, either brackets or prose, too. For reference, Alec’s canon point (subject to change if I app) is 2x3, “Proof of Purchase.”]

six flagellants

[revvedup]

[ max isn't sure why she came, aside from it being something to do and a distraction from how she's felt since going into the ocean and being spit back out with a head full of new memories from home after not having been there in a year. she's more or less stayed away from the rides, but something compelled her to get on the teacups - maybe because they're one of the few of them without lewd side effects or theming.

unfortunately, she finds out upon riding them, genetic engineering did not think to account for amusement park rides, and definitely not ones designed by robots, and she exits the ride looking and feeling a little off-kilter. she takes a second to pause by the ride's exit and thinks for a second that she's seeing things when a familiar looking figure walks past her, getting in line again - but then she spots his barcode.

pulling herself together, she rushes towards him, nearly colliding with several others and definitely cutting in front of people already in line, up until she's standing in front of alec. her expression conveys a lot of things at once - disbelief that he's here, relief to see someone she knows from home again, concern that he's here and not there. there's a thousand things she wants to say to him or ask him.

instead she just hugs him, arms going around him tight. ]

Prompto Argentum | Final Fantasy XV

[impostersyndrome]

A: Theme Park

[Prompto has been to a theme park before, but he’s definitely never been to one like this. It’s the carousel that really gets to him - though he doesn’t recognize the faces, the suggestive poses is certainly something.]

Guess this isn’t a family park. Hah...

[Catch him walking around and cautiously trying the food, or surveying the rides! Who knows if he’s brave enough to go on one without some... encouragement...]

B: Ferris Wheel

[Of all the rides, the Ferris wheel seemed the most harmless, so Prompto had hopped on. But as they go up, he starts to get the feeling something is up.

He looks at his ride companion.]

Is it just me, or does the wheel stop at the top for a long time...

[Maybe it’s just for taking pictures...? Yeah, he doubts it.]

C: Mistletoe

[The cherub dragons are kind of cute! Unfortunately this puts Prompto into a bit of a state of false security - until he ends up under the mistletoe.]

Ah- hey, what’s happening!?

[What’s happening is that he’s losing his hearing, which is why he’s being a bit louder than usual.]

[[OOC: feel free to hit me up at dandywonderous if you’d like to discuss other ideas!]]

B: Ferris Wheel

[edamamepon]

[ Makoto's not sure what possessed him to try the ferris wheel in the first place. Probably because it seemed the most normal looking and at least it didn't look that high up to him from the ground. ]

What? It stops? [ His voice cracks as he looks out the window. Which was a bad idea, because now he's really aware of just how high up they are getting. ]

I think I'm gonna be sick.

[ ooc: just a note that I reserved but trying to use the tdm to get back into the swing of rp. SORRY FOR AWKWARD IN ADVANCE. ]

hase taichi | escape journey

[soymilked]

arrival;
[ taich is not a big fan of surprises. nothing against them, but the few surprises he's endured in his life has been relatively soul-crushing.

this one, however, is more freakishly baffling than anything else, because he doesn't remember taking nao to the beach. hadn't they been walking together down the street, with taichi's heart still pounding after that whole debacle at the event? he'd just about outed to the world that he's gay as hell, and entirely in love with one (1) hisami naoto, a man who is as captivating as he is infuriating.

right now, he's waterlogged in his finest suit, with sand in the weirdest places, and he's clomping onto the sand, shivering with the cold and looking around, lost and desperate to find shelter.

where the hell is he? where's nao? ]

Nao!

haunted house;
[ right, so they're doing this now. taichi is cautious as he makes his way along the creepy sights and sounds -- he's not easily spooked, but he's still not entirely sure why this strange, drab-looking island would randomly have a carnival parked right on it.

that, and just why he's here. is he dreaming? or has he been abducted by aliens? he can't tell, and it's worrying; there are friends and family he's left behind, and they would be concerned, wouldn't they? he does, however, accidentally bump into someone while deep in thought. ]

Ah, I'm sorry.

wildcard;
[ feel free to start anything! ]

THAT USERNAME IS CURSED OMFG

[naotorious]

[ The robots seriously are a strange bunch; their engineer or magic or whatever it is that they do is either really rudimentary or really advanced far behind Nao's meager understanding - there's just no in between! Everyone's been kind and he's even found others that he feels he can confide into, but after his experience with the snowstorm, Nao isn't quite in the mood to enjoy the festivities of the theme park that the robots built up. Hearing the voices try to rip his soul apart with accusations that he barely was able to put up a fight against is going to haunt him for a while.

He's gotten better, from having to think about his friends and family from every hour to...every day, instead spending the rest of it trying to look out for himself since that's all he can do for them right now. Unfortunately, that does include having done things that are questionable. Not evil, just...messed up and totally not in his control.

Really, anyone else could help make up excuses for him that may be objectively valid but it doesn't take away the sting that comes with the guilt, and those voices he heard during the snowstorm don't make it better.

"Nao!"

Yeah, like that.

. . . ]

Huh?

[ Looking up from his seat under a tree at the far end of the shore, he sees a figure that he knows all too well, as well as the robot approaching him with a towel and bracelet, the same way one of them did for Nao when he ended up here. ]

No way...

[ The blond stands up from where he is but doesn't dare to run forward as much as he really, really wants to. What if this is another trick of the mind? He says his name, too quietly, if still too far for the man to hear him. ] Tai...chi?

Kaeya Alberich ❆ Genshin Impact

[frostworks]

I. SIX FLAGELLANTS ; a real fun time

[The amusement park is loud and bustling, though the sounds of the crowd are a little different from the usual. Not that Kaeya would know what to expect from anything like this, anyway. It's so carefree that of course it's interesting, and so he shows up to poke around and take a look for himself. For the most part, he admires rides from the sidelines, so he can be spotted looking up at the ferris wheel as certain carts stay stuck for ages, or leaning over a bridge that overooks the tunnel of love as couples float into the darkness ahead.

After some time, he decides that's not enough and stops near the Bumper Cars again. For whoever might be alone, pondering the ride in one way or another, he steps up beside them, a hand on his hip as he looks in the same direction as them.]

It's interesting, isn't it? [Smirking to his new acquaintance, he leans down a little, almost like he's half ready to walk forwards.]

Should we give it a try?

II. LIKE A FIREWORK ; hope you came for a show

[It's near the time of the fireworks, and Kaeya isn't quite in the crowds, but he's certainly near them. At the back, eyes scanning for faces more than anything else, a glass of wine in his hand. He'll smile and greet anyone who passes, of course, but he's not going out of his way to say hello for now.

Still, the fireworks go off soon after his lingering, and that's when he really looks interested in others, smiling and lifting his glass in a small hello.]

Have you tried the wine?

[It's not clear what color firework he could be under the influence of, but anyone he speaks to could be under the influence of any color]

III. MISTLETOE ; let's keep things interesting

[This time, Kaeya can be found beneath one of the mistletoe, fingers brushing against the leaves like he's focused on it. It's strange— this is a busy area, one that they could have passed by earlier multiple times, but that mistletoe wasn't always there, was it?

But now it is, hanging from such a busy area that plenty of people are going to end up walking beneath it and needing help. Interesting.

He's not actively hanging it, but it would be a fair assumption to think that he's the one who moved it here. For some reason... Hopefully you don't have to pass this way.]

IV. WILDCARD

[Feel free to wildcard anything too, or PM me if you want to discuss options! I'm open to most things and new to the character.]

I

[impostersyndrome]

[Prompto had indeed been looking at the bumper cars when suddenly the man steps up to his side, and he jumps, startled. He hadn’t expected someone to talk to him in this unfamiliar place...

But now someone has, so he turns to him.]

I’m usually more of a roller coaster guy, but I’m game.

Hapi | Fire Emblem: 3H

[thehapining]

I. Mascot Duty

[ The rides, the food, the attractions-all weren't that interesting to Hapi. She'd had her fill of thrills both beneath Garreg Mach and during the war that engulfed Fodlan; a haunted house or teacup ride just didn't appeal. Something else, though, did: credits.

It was obvious that she'd need them to survive in this place, and all things being equal, dressing up in a giant cat suit was one of the least embarrassing. Which is why she could be found wearing just that and stopping passerby that seemed likely to slip by the Six Flagellants theme park. ]

Meow, where are you going? You can have as much fun as a cat with a ball of yarn right here.

[ The line didn't exactly make much sense to Hapi-but they were paying her. Delivered with a deadpan it probably wasn't too appealing, but between the disaffected tone and sound of her voice, those who knew Hapi before she was pulled here might recognize her as the person beneath the full-body suit. ]

II. Like a Plastic Bag

[ Though she had a feeling she knew *exactly* what sort of party this was going to be, Hapi's curiosity got the better of her. And she had to admit, the first hour or so? Pretty swell. Sure, she was feeling a bit hot under the collar in more ways than one, but the food left her fuller than she'd been so far on the island.

After sunset, however, things started getting weirder. Everybody watching the fireworks was clearly affected by them, and so Hapi did her best to keep her eyes away. Watching the party happen around her was easier than participating, and she had to send more than one stranger away with a polite dismissal. That was, until she felt a massive yawn oncoming. She covered her mouth, closed her eyes-

And when she opened them again, was greeted by an explosion of light. Orange light filled her gaze, and after it faded, Hapi saw the party in a new light. Now *she* was the one approaching a stranger, and asking if maybe they'd like to try something fun. ]

III. Wildcard
Want to do something different? A mistletoe mishap, an arrival thread, or maybe a different firework/her being dragged into an activity at the theme park? Just ask and we can work something out!

I

[projecter]

Don't use up all of your enthusiasm at once, or anything.

[Not exactly an impressive performance for a theme park mascot...]

Well, I suppose if I had to choose I'd probably prefer it this way, so carry on.

edamura makoto | great pretender

[edamamepon]

➨ ARRIVAL

[ Well, he didn't expect to be waking up on an unknown beach again any time soon. Especially not in the water this time. Makoto thrashes as he clambers onto the beach, coughing roughly, eyes watering and throat stinging. His suit hangs on him, the weight suffocating as it clings to him when he finally stops to catch his breath.

The robots sneak up on him at that point and he yelps, falling back towards the water as they approach him. He freezes, wondering if he should beg for mercy or run. But they stop. Actually, they look pretty unthreatening so he relaxes just a fraction. Somehow, he gets the feeling they just want to help him. Besides, it is hard to get mad at them for his situation anyway, since he's pretty sure robots just do what they're told.

But ... What? What? There is no way he is hearing these --these robots correctly, right? Makoto stares blankly at them, swallowing hard as they explain about the bracelet and everything else. He finds himself nodding his head, like he can't help himself from going into autopilot; politeness covering for him as his mind reels. Oh no, the first sign of panic. His jaw clenches as he accepts the towel and bracelet from them numbly with thanks, even bowing slightly, all while trying to keep his breathing even.

As the robots leave, he takes a few deep breaths and his fists clutch his towel a little too tightly as he dries his hair. Like he would just trust what some robots say. Yet, no matter how hard he tries, he can't remember what happened after his job interview. So far, the robots have given him the only explanation he has to go off of --at least until he can find out more about this place.

He can handle this! So what if he doesn't actually know where he's at or what's going on? It has to be a joke somehow, right? Well, he'll show them. He'll be 100% fine. So with one last exhale, he resolves to work on something achievable. Any large problem can be tackled if broken down into enough small victories, after all. He might have mumbled that last part to himself.

With that, he decides he should find an unoccupied tent or shack so he can at least try to dry out his clothes in peace. He's hesitant to disturb anyone, so he awkwardly calls out before getting too close, just in case. ]

Excuse me, is this one taken?


➨ MISTLETOE (just outside SIX FLAGELLANTS)

[ His suit will probably never fit the same. It's all crumpled and still smells like the beach, despite Makoto's best efforts in drying it and flattening it out. At least his shoes aren't making that awful squelching noise anymore. His hunger and curiosity eventually won out over his embarrassment of wearing it, though he didn't bother retying his tie. Makoto makes the trek towards the sounds from the amusement park, steps from the first food stall when it happens.

He doesn't think to look out for any mistletoe, since it was most definitely not Christmas time before he found himself here. In fact, he doesn't even realize what's happening when the sound around him slowly diminishes. It's almost as if someone turns the volume down on the whole world around him. Makoto blinks, looking around in confusion. He steps backwards, hoping that would fix it. It doesn't.

Makoto's hands fly up to his ears, uncovering them and covering them repeatedly, followed by snapping his fingers beside them frantically. His hands tangle in his hair in frustration. This cannot be happening. He's probably yelling, he realizes when he can feel the vibration in his throat. His mouth snaps shut and he looks around, panicked that someone might've heard him. Well, this is just great. ]


➨ WILDCARD

[ ooc: I'll match styles. I'm pretty open to ideas so wildcard can be any of the scenarios.
Apologies in advance, I haven't rpd since lj and am rusty af (also hello new formats).

I'll respond to messages on this journal, or plurk: tinchel
I'm still setting things up for him, but I have permissions HERE. ]

— arrival

[thebeats]

[ As Makoto is in the middle of asking, Jaylah's head emerges from the flap of the tent. Her attention snaps to him quickly, and, while the robots might be able to be passed off as some sort of strange joke, it's immediately apparent that Jaylah seems distinctly inhuman. True, someone might be able to pull off the look with make-up but it would require a lot of time and skill to make it look so realistic. Even her eyes are alien, the iris a bright gold with a dark stripe running through it that mimics the markings across her face.

She's got a bed-roll tucked under her arm, and a small but heavy knapsack hanging from her other hand. ]

Yes, I have taken several things from here.

[ Her accent is peculiar, the words clipped but nothing about it betrays where she might have learned to speak. Jaylah steps further from the tent and looks Makoto over — takes in his soaked suit, the standard towel that the robots regularly give out to new arrivals. ]

You are new, and will not want to stay in this tent. It will not protect you from the cold if the snow comes back.


[ ooc: Hi, hi, hello, welcome back to RP from the lj days of old. I sure do enjoy Makoto, excited to see you here. ]

Ty Lee | AtLA

[circuslife]

Arrival

On a scale of one to ten, suddenly finding herself in the ocean and having to stumble out of the water onto dry sand is probably somewhere near a solid nine and a half, in terms of things she wouldn't have been expecting to do today.

And yet, here she is.

Ty Lee frowns slightly as she attempts to wring out her hair. Her clothes appear to be missing, but walking around exposed for all to see isn't something she's particularly worried about just now.

She's in the process of swatting and shaking the sand away when the robot approaches. Immediately, she straightens up and fixes the mechanical menace with a bright smile.

"Hey, thanks!"

The towel is familiar, and it's immediately repurposed into a dress. The device is an oddity, though she puts it on rather than tossing it away. Maybe she'll keep it for now.

Once that's out of the way, she's off to poke around the island. Eventually, she'll make her way toward the apartments.

Six Flagellants

If her mood was somewhere around a five when she got here, just being in this place has driven it up to about twenty. There's just something inherently exciting about an amusement park!

She'll be making the rounds.

On the ferris wheel, she's friendly and attentive to her cartmate, and if they play their cards right or just say please, she might be convinced to dispense with a bit more than a kiss to get things moving again. The carousel seems exciting. She's new so she doesn't really recognize any of the faces, so she's just going to pick one of the figures and hope for the best! Later, in the Tunnel of Love, she's all but ready to lay her head down and have a little nap. The lewd little illustrations displayed on her log are just risque enough to put a pretty blush on her cheeks, but she seems otherwise unaffected.

Later, she can be spotted nibbling on a corndog as she wanders around.

Like a Firework

There's just something beautiful about fireworks. The fact that everyone is shedding their clothes before the show gets started is a bit odd, but Ty Lee is slowly starting to wrap her head around the idea.

Once the lightshow begins, however, her focus is solely on the colorful display. It might not even occur to her to question the way she's feeling unless someone decides to approach her in that moment.

Etc.

[I'll match whichever format! Feel free to drag her into any of the other rides if the mood strikes. I've left the fireworks prompt kind of vague to allow people to roll with whatever floats their boat. You can catch me at Doodlebuginette if you have any questions, or if you wanna work out something specific.]

/catscream emote

[marmoron]

[ To be frank, carnivals aren't Keith's idea of a good time, but it goes against his nature to ignore a new place that's opened up. But even with the boredom/nosiness factor at play, he's still not stupid enough to actually get on one of the rides as he's gotten a little too used to the Augur's usual shenanigans.

That said, he still finds himself getting shoved into a ferris wheel car by the robots when he happens to get too close to the front of the line while trying to examine the ride. Fortunately or unfortunately for Ty Lee, that means she's stuck in the ride with an annoyed Keith who sits opposite from her with his arms folded. ]

Hi.

[ Good thing she's cheery enough for both of them?]

Are you new here or are you just really excited about kissing strangers?

faye valentine ♦ cowboy bebop

[2068]

( I ) your casa is my casa

[ Faye Valentine considers herself and has consistently proven herself to be adaptable to any situation. So while waking up in a strange new world that comes off as a horny fever dream more than anything else is disorienting, she's not going to waste time panicking about the situation. Not outwardly, at least. Survival's her forte, and satisfying the two most basic needs, food and shelter, is first on the agenda.

Coming home to and dealing with a strange woman shamelessly sprawled across your living room sofa (or, if you haven't got that nice of a place, what could pass for a common area. Even the floor is better when it's sheltered) probably wasn't on your agenda, but now it is.

It was fairly obvious this place was already inhabited. She just doesn't care.

She looks up calmly, waving her hand with relative disinterest. ]

Oh, hey. Be a dear and close the door, will you? It's awfully cold out there.


( II ) bumper cars anger management

[ Who knew being uprooted from the only "home" she knew might actually be a little stressful? Not that she'd ever admit the Bebop was home. Or that she was stressed.

No, she chooses to take out her anger in much healthier ways, like being unnecessarily aggressive at the bumper cars. She may have also been falsely told by a robot that the best performing car would earn its driver credits. ]

Outta my way! [ Here she is, aggressively and rudely rear-ending you. ]


( III ) creepy carousel

[ Faye was pretty sure she'd died and gone to hell, but the existence of this carousel pretty much confirms it. Disgust turn to amusement as she realizes that the very statue passing by them is supposed to be the poor (living) soul next to her. It's so absurd that she can't help but laugh a little. ]

What're you, famous or something?

[ Her eyebrows raise. ]

Either that, or you've really pissed off the higher ups.

[ Is that thing anatomically correct? If it is, well, maybe the Augur's intent was flattery after all. She's yet to notice that there's a statue of her somewhere on this cursed carousel, too. ]


( IV ) sky's lit up

[ She's less interested in the fireworks and more in the free alcohol. Which she's not going to refuse, because who in their right mind would? But once she's been sufficiently inebriated, the attention being on the night sky makes her feel more wistful than she'd imagined. Fireworks are fine, but the knowledge that she can't just hop on the Bebop and head into that sky?

More depressing than she'd thought.

She takes another long sip of her wine glass before turning to the person next to her. Her clothes, skimpy as they may be, are staying on (for now), but she doesn't seem particularly bothered by those who choose to shed them. ]

Fireworks, huh? Kinda corny, and I'm not sure what we should even be celebrating, but I'm not gonna complain about the free booze.

[ She raises her glass, offering them a toast. ]

Cheers.


( V ) love is blind

[ It's really rude when someone is just trying to go about their business and buy (or steal) some cigarettes and suddenly become blinded by a fucking plant. She may be panicking a little. ]

Oh, you've got to be kidding me!

[ She hears someone nearby, so she moves instinctively. She is, unfortunately, an extremely distrustful person, so she's immediately drawing out her gun and pointing it at whoever is unfortunate enough to have also been ensnared by the mistletoe. ]

Don't try anything funny, pal.

(( OOC: Any color of fireworks is fine for prompt IV. I'm okay with threads staying gen or veering into smut, just shoot me a PM if you want to hash anything out. For smut, 16+ and open to any gender. ))

V

[projecter]

And what exactly is it I'm supposed to be trying?

Archer (Emiya) | Fate

[projecter]

Six Flagellents

[This was pointless. As pointless as the rest of this island was, a sex amusement park somehow topped the charts of pointlessness. And yet, here he was. Pragmatically speaking it could be a chance to stockpile mana so he'll play along, albeit grudgingly. Or at least, he's willing to make the rounds and take in the sights, such as they are.]

[That is, until he gets to the carousel...]

Well now. If this isn't a monument to bad taste...

Like a Firework

[Celebration of skinship, is it. That would be an easy pass, but he won't get any information that way, will he? So it happened that he arrived, even staying long enough for the fireworks show.]

[Ah. So that's the trick then. He doesn't have any resistence to that sort of mood alteration, so his attitude will be entirely dependant on the color of the sky when he's spoken to. It simply can't be helped.]

Wildcard

[You know the drill! If you've got something you want to do, feel free to pm me or hit me up at aceoftherebellion!]

six flagellants

[jetsetwitch]

Points for creativity, I guess?

[Despite her optimistic words, the young lady who was also getting her first look at the carousel had a look of agreement with Archer.

She also had the feel of an enormously powerful mage of some kind.]

Daniel Dickens | Angels of Death

[doctorize]

Arrival

[It sure is a surreal experience going from "potentially dying in a burning building" to "waking up being dragged out of the ocean" by comparison. Waterlogged and irritable, he spends a good amount of time shaking sand out of his hair and trying to smooth out his labcoat, which has turned a very questionable color due to where the ocean had affected the blood stains he had on there recently. (Look, he didn't exactly have an opportunity to change into a less bloody one before he got here, okay.)

Hopefully he will have gotten it cleaned up or at least a new labcoat to wear once he settles in, and give or take a few days, residents of the island may find that one of the previously abandoned apartments is now under new management with a sign that's been plastered outside the door.

"Dr. Daniel Dickens: Specialized Therapist and Doctor of Various Skills
Current Status: AVAILABLE"

... Do you want to take the risk of knocking and seeing who this new doctor is that appears to have set up shop in this place?]

Six Flags (cw: eye trauma)

[... Wow, Danny feels super out of place here. All of these "rides" are sleazy or tacky and quite honestly, he's not sure why he let any of the robots talk him into at least looking into it.

The only place that doesn't seem to be immediately lust-crazed is the haunted house, though even here the doctor seems surprisingly bored and not all that intimidated by the frights being put on display. He's seen much scarier things in his lifetime, really.

Enough to that when the Headless Horsemen tries to intimidate him with demanding for his head, Danny allows a momentary sly grin.]

Sorry, I'm still rather attached to mine for the time being. Would you consider perhaps just an eye, instead?

[And with that, he proceeds to reach a hand up to the right side of his face and pull out his own eye to show off to the horsemen. Thankfully, it's a glass eye and not a real one, but jesus if he was wanting to outdo the tacky haunted house in scares, he may very well have just done so to whoever was unfortunate enough to be stuck accompanying him here...]

Like a Firework

[At least the fireworks don't seem to be so bad to partake in, even if Danny squints a bit at them with his good eye.]

Rather bright, aren't they? I hope no one here thinks to stare at them for too long, it may just end up being damaging to one's eyesight as a result...

[It's at least a better line of thought to think about than trying to pay attention to any couples nearby, whom he sort of raises an eyebrow in distaste if they start being too public with their displays of affection near him. (And no, he hasn't been staring at any Green fireworks for too long for him to feel that way, he's just like that in general, though any green ones he did see probably doesn't help.)

But hey, maybe he can be convinced to change his tune if someone can get him to note any fireworks worth looking at as opposed to having his attention primarily focused on whatever drink he has in his hand instead.]

Wildcard

[Got something else you want to do with Danny here? Feel free to PM me or hit me up at wailords!]

Arrival

[curriculumachine]

['Various Skills' may sound kind of shady and illegitimate, but he can just leave if that's the case. These sorts of businesses operating out of run-down apartments isn't uncommon in the environment Akira came from. Barring the less modern architecture, the neglected buildings and their derelict interiors aren't dissimilar to his last few residences. He knocks on the door, unhurried and just a couple of loud raps. Assuming 'available' means the man is currently inside, Akira asks his question before the door opens.]

Are you a real doctor?

[He doesn't intend it as in insult, but a clarification. Therapists are not doctors, and he's looking for more of a medical laboratory type.]

Scott Lang | MCU

[microsized]

ARRIVAL.

_{[ Being in a subatomic state for five years and on your way back to the realm you belong in you end up somewhere completely different isn't Scott's ideal way to spend his weekend and at this point, he's fairly certain he should just stay behind bars. At least things didn't get weird there.. well. Not too weird, at least. He doesn't know what to think of his new surroundings and neither does he know what to think of the robots that greet him. He can only follow what they're saying so much, slowly nodding and shaking his head at the same time until they're gone and he's stuck just.. holding his towel and idly looking down at his new bracelet. ]}

Yeah, okay. Yeah, okay. This makes absolute sense. Total sense.

<sub>[ He's just standing there, looking around. One glance at the fog and his mind quickly goes to nope. He exhales a breath and finally just calls out to anyone: ]

Uh.</sub> Hello..? Anyone here I can actually talk to? And not like.. get weirded out by?

_{[ Please talk to the awkward man in the "motorcycle suit." ]}

STREET KIOSK.

<sub>[ He should have stayed home, but the theme park reminded him of some place he would take his daughter to, and, perhaps, longing for her, he decided to check it out.. only to have second thoughts. Absolutely not. Why is this place like this..!?
Scott can't resist helping himself to something fried on his way out, though, so he lingers around the food kiosks with a half eaten funnel cake on a plate in his hands. Anyone around Scott might hear him exhale harshly, almost like eating the whole thing was a task. It really was, but that wasn't what the problem was. He was feeling hot and god knows why.

Finally, he turns to anyone next to him or nearby: ]</sub>

I'm sorry, but is it suddenly really hot now? Like burning up?

_{[ He wants to shed some layers of clothing and he just absolutely might. ]}

WILDCARD.

_{[ Anything else, throw my way. Not sure? Feel free to pm or pp me at justaways ]}

arrival

[chaosmagicks]

(Wanda's walking alongside the beach, looking for shells or creatures, or anything to get her mind off embarrassing herself when she sees him. The big guy! The guy who said he heard of her! The guy who needed orange slices!)

Scott!

(She waves from down the beach and then uses her hexes to float her up and over to him.)

Scott La....nds?

Noboru Murakawa (original character)

[tenpulls]

(a) six flagellants

Purification! Purification! [ Noboru yells, flailing his arms uselessly at the Headless Horseman. His power is... not working? Okay, so he's gone back to being a powerless dork. This is great. This is fantastic. ] Yolo...!

[ He dives out of the Horseman's path, only to get himself tangled in a decorative spiderweb.

Please save him from himself. ]

(b) mistletoe

[ You know what's fun to lose? Your sense of self-preservation. If you catch Noboru under the little plant, he might try to start up a conversation - whether you look like you're up for it or not. ]

I should have known there would be a holiday event. 'Tis the season, right?

(c) wildcard

[ Background here. Big ol' work in progress, so please bear with me ]

b

[curriculumachine]

[Noboru has definitely found someone who isn't up for talking. Akira's body language suggests anything but, and there's an immediate sharp glare in response. He's irritated with both the conversational tone and the triviality of the topic, but it's a familiar irritation, and that familiarity is why he finds himself responding. Though, all he says is:]

What?

[He hasn't seen mistletoe before; they could be any sort of herbs or decorative plants for all he knows about botany. And it wasn't winter where he'd come from, nor does it look to be here.]

Lie Ren | RWBY

[soulpetals]

Arrival

[He had needed to be alone; only the silence of the snow could provide solace for his shattered nerves in that very instant, for the razor thin wire that had been holding him together finally snapped.

Ren sighed wearily and pushed his heavy, sodden hair out of his face for a better view of the beachscape, at the robot politely handing him a towel to dry off with, and felt... distant. The chaos building within Atlas had done nothing to help his mounting uncertainties with the gravity of their overall situation in Remnant and, with a young and dear friend whisked away from their broken up little team in a terrible instant, he knew there was no return. His thoughts were on the immediate moment-- on protecting whomever he could, on retrieving his friend, on keeping himself controlled, that he had not had time to process.

It was too much like watching the destruction of his hometown.

...Yang and Jaune did not deserve the icy sharp words that had been hurled at them like so many daggers aimed for the heart.

Sighing, Ren's shoulders sagged under the weight of his regrets, and he muttered his thanks to the robot before wiping the sand from his face and other places where his skin was exposed.

Still chilled from the tundra, he felt like he was burning in the relatively balmy climate of this place... wherever this was.

It wasn't right. It wasn't natural.

He didn't know what to do.]

Fireworks

[Never before had Ren felt so out of place.

When the notice said 'Please do not dress for the occasion,' he had thought that meant not taking any pains to dress up. Skinship wasn't a notion he thought much about and had thus paid it no heed.

He hadn't wanted to party anyway. Not really, but the opportunity to learn and find out more information about this island was too good to pass up. Although he still had his regrets, still felt too frayed to enjoy the festivities very much, he still couldn't help but stare in awe at the golden fireworks that exploded overhead before the evening was out.

For the first time in weeks, a sense of lightness overtook him as he regarded the fireworks, at the beautiful people around him. A small smile lit his face, slow and soft.

...He missed Nora and her vibrance, for she was far brighter than the fireworks overhead with her electrifying personality and raucous laughter.

He missed Nora, and he knew that she didn't want to see him miss out on something fun.]

Wildcard

[Feel free to tag in with any prompt you see fit. My plurk is woodrift if you want to hit me up.]

Arrival

[curriculumachine]

[Akira had abandoned his bracelet device on the beach earlier in an act of defiance, but now he's come back for it. For one specific reason; there's a translator and he'll probably need it. There's no point in making things harder for himself. He isn't certain where he'd actually come ashore, so he's walking the beach in the general vicinity. It's a small thing to look for in all the sand, and he's wondering if he could get a replacement from the robots. His thoughts are interrupted when he notices Lie Ren, looking just as lost as Akira feels. He isn't good with starting conversations, and instead of a greeting, what comes out is a somewhat acidic question that's more of a statement.]

You don't really believe that 'energy' shit, do you.

[He expects a 'no' if any response at all, and doesn't wait for one before continuing his search.]

Akira | Togainu no Chi | OTA

[curriculumachine]

| gen or smut is fine
| no permissions up yet, but there's an opt-out for multiple content warnings because nitro+chiral


i. arrival

[If you want water, how about you beg for it? This isn't what Akira wanted. Salt water does nothing for his thirst, only further irritating his throat as he hacks up what he'd nearly swallowed. The salt seeps into lacerations on his side, his hand, and his wrist. For a few moments, he stays where he is, kneeling in the sand and leaning heavily on his arms. Until sand particles worm their way into the cut on his left hand, mingling with the salt to make the wound itch and throb. It was probably already infected, but at this point, he couldn't give less of a shit.

It's an effort to pick himself up and stagger along the beach. He's barefoot and shirtless, his grey pants stained in a few places with either blood or dirt, or both. Disoriented, he's only looking down at his feet until electronic voices reach his ears. When he sees the robots, he stops and stares in confusion, toes curling into the sand, trying to decide if it's better to run or to fight them. And whether he's even capable of doing either at present. He waits too long as they approach, and though the towel is appreciated, the bracelet is not. Nor is their overview of what the fuck this place is. As soon as they leave him to his own devices, Akira drops the bracelet to the sand with no intention of ever looking at it again. He heads off to the closest shack to hole up, or more likely pass out, in.]


ii. six flagellants

[This place is a nightmare. It's not worse than where he was... yet, but that's a low bar to top. He's found, or been given, his jacket and his knife that had been left in an alleyway; along with other assorted and unwanted objects, presented almost as gifts and considered a thinly-veiled attempt at cruel mockery from persons unknown. A sex-themed amusement park is so far from anything Akira expected to see that it's a little overwhelming. He wanders aimless through it, keeping his left hand close to his belt, ready to grab his knife if necessary, but so far no one has seemed overtly hostile. He gets no enjoyment out of this atmosphere, taking everything in with apprehension and avoiding eye contact. He pauses by the carousel; he doesn't want to, but a spike of fear and dread holds him there, fixated on the human forms, a perverse display of statuary reminiscent of somewhere else. Somewhere he never wants to be again. He covers his mouth and chokes down bile, but he can't stop looking at the carousel; slowly revolving, the upbeat music from the ride a dissonant noise.

Eventually, he's become less vigilant, though no less put off by the whole idea of the park in general. Hunger has won out, and though some voice inside tells him that he's an idiot for doing so, he's taken a second corn dog. If they end up being poisoned or laced with something, he will deal with that later. They're not particularly good, a little charred on the outside and undercooked in the middle; the breading too sweet and somewhat soggy. Akira idly picks at the breading, loitering by the food kiosks for lack of initiative to do anything more involved.]


iii. mistletoe

[The strange round lizard thing busies itself straightening up sprigs of some unrecognizable plant, and affixing more to a little overhang from a doorway. The creature is objectively cute, even with its angrily furrowed eyebrows. But what is it? Akira reaches out to touch it, so see if it's actually there and not some hallucination, but it flies off, intent on continuing its decorating frenzy, depositing more of the plant on every available high fixture as it goes. Soon, the the cherub dragon is out of sight, and he can't be sure it ever existed.]

Did you see-

[He starts to speak, but nothing comes out even though he felt the vibration. He clears his throat, but that noise also goes unregistered.]

What was-

[Attempting to be louder makes no difference; he can't hear himself at all. Or anything else, apparently, as snapping his fingers by his ear also produces nothing. Shit.]


iv. wildcard
up for any fireworks colours, theme park things, whatever else
pm for plotting, but i'll roll with anything tbh

i!

[soupervillain]

Hey, you dropped -

[ Akira's discarded bracelet dangles from Giovanni's hand as he gets a good look at its owner. Its incredibly beat-up, bloodied owner. He winces. He's heard of salt in the wound, but man, that's gotta hurt. ]

Wow. You, uh, you look like you've seen better days, my guy. A lot better. You look terrible, is what I'm saying.

[ A+ bedside manner, Dr. Potage. ]

Luckily, you've come to the right epithet! This oughtta help, hang on -

[ Giovanni squinches up his eyes in concentration, holding out a hand, and sure enough, a cup of reddish liquid pops into it a few seconds later. He holds it out to Akira, grinning. Drinking this mystery drink will surely have no potential consequences or side effects! ]