TDM 012: SLINGING IN THE RAIN

[erkumods]

TDM 012: SLINGING IN THE RAIN

00. Arrival 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. If you don’t manage to get away from them quickly enough, they may even usher you toward the Laid Bare Spa, where new arrivals will be offered free massages, a sauna, hairstyling, and their clothing may come up permanently missing. But you will be given a complimentary towel to leave with if needed! Feel free to explore the Island, though there isn’t much to see beyond what arrivals before you have helped to rebuild. 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 place to live in the now, whether a rundown apartment in the City, a tent on the beach, a bed in the barracks, or your own space at the House of Worship. Your inventory will be found a day later, wrapped up haphazardly and delivered to each person's makeshift home. ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● I. THUNDERBOLTS AND LIGHTNING Erku's new arrivals may not be the only residents left dripping wet. Although the weather on the Island is almost always dreary, clouds begin to multiply and darken over the days before that first arrival, turning ominous shades of purple and blue which may look familiar to Islanders who have been around since Erku's beginnings. Perhaps robots will advise Islanders to fortify their shelters and get ready to accept refugees, and they hope their charges take the warnings to heart! When the rain finally falls, it is a non-stop torrent. Even though the weather is warm, the rain itself chills to the bone. Shacks and beach tents won't stand up to the downpour for long, and the shabby apartments may leak and flood. New arrivals who aren't handy enough to make quick repairs may be forced to take shelter in the homes of current Island residents, or else huddle together in the 12 rooms of the barracks for the full week that rain falls on the Island. Cats, dogs, and little dragons will also be begging Islanders for a warm place to stay! Beware of lightning strikes, too, because the skies rumble with thunder throughout the storm. Buildings and residences are frequently damaged by strikes. They say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, and that's very true on Erku - Islanders who are struck by the lightning might find themselves temporarily blessed with god-like super strength. Such power might not always be a good thing for those who aren't used to wielding it, so please be careful not to damage your friends or property! Islanders may choose to keep their new powers, but a bingo square can be used to wish them away. ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● II. A TASTE OF ERKU In need of shelter and credits? Then the robots have a task for you! Erku's robot population has taken note of how much Islanders seem to love the humble potato, and they want to contribute! Ready as always to please, the robots have filled the hospital cafeteria with mountains of potatoes in every imaginable variety and color: russet, red, gold, purple, chartreuse, sweet, savory, spicy, and so many more! But wait, there's more: they have provided knives, cutting boards, and peelers too, and are eager to see Islanders work their magic in their open cafeteria kitchen! Robots will monitor every dish produced, as they are eager to improve their food replication repertoire. No worries if you aren't culinarily skilled, however. Islanders will be rewarded in credits for whatever they can contribute, whether it's a gourmet meal or simply a basket of peeled potatoes. Robot-provided potato preparations are also freely available to snack on while you work, though as always, they're liable to be spiked with something to encourage Islanders to get more "friendly" with one another. Of particular note is an invention the 'bots are quite proud of, sure to delight your organic tastebuds: the potato cocktail, which packs quite a punch and - strangely enough - tastes just like a hearty steak dinner? ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● III. NOSTALGIA FOODS Seeking a bit of refuge and some comforting food to warm you up? Signs and flyers are out informing residents of the Straight From Home Special going on right now at the Flashbang diner! Come In For All The House Favorites! For the next few days anyone can walk in and receive a free meal (or two if you’re really nice) from the robot cooks behind the counter! And it just so happens that they know exactly what you want. You will be served a meal of your favorite foods from home just the way you like them. Did you tell them? No. How did they know? Don’t bother asking, they’ll just say that the Cook Always Knows. The robot waitresses will make sure your drinks are topped up and you have everything you need, just like any hometown diner or pub you may have heard of. Eating any of the foods will bring out such nostalgia. Feelings of fondness, sadness, longing, anything when you think about the memories of your past and even of recent events. You won’t be able to stop yourself from sharing those thoughts and feelings with those around you. You’ll want to talk about your life, your opinions on the weather, the sex you just had last night and in great detail. The waitresses are listening and so is everyone else nearby. When you leave the diner you might just have to keep on sharing your thoughts about anything that comes to mind. Walk by someone you think is attractive? You’ll have to tell them. Don’t like someone’s outfit? Definitely have to tell them. Suddenly remembering having sex on the beach? Maybe the person next to you on the trolley won’t mind hearing all about it! The effects of the nostalgia will last for half a day or until the completion of an auspicious act. ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● N A V I G A T I O N

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[erkumods]

[karintous]

hulloo!! will animals struck by lightning also be given temporary super strength, or is it limited to player characters?

Wei Wuxian | Mo Dao Zu Shi

[undisciplined]

Arrival/Thunderbolts and lightning
His last memory before crawling onto the sand, his body slower to respond than he'd like, hair plastered to his clothing, which was also soaked, was of Wen Qing's face, her words resounding in his head and his fingers dug into the dirt, his eyes closing for a moment as he fought for control. Because he wasn't anywhere familiar and if he lost control now, there was nobody to pull him back.

Not that there had been at Qiongqi path and that... He couldn't think about that. Not here and not now. Getting to his feet takes more effort than he'd expected, his fingers reaching up to pull the needle from his skin. And that does help, at least to get him moving. Cold is a familiar feeling, Wei Wuxian moving from the beach into the town, water soaking him and him barely reacting as he moves, almost automatically. At least until he hears a sound.

A very familiar and very unwelcome sound that has him lifting his head to wipe his face, gaze settling on a dog some distance away and that's when he turns, feet pounding the ground, finding the first person he can hide behind, a Chihuahua hot on his heels.

"Save me!"

[ooc: willing to write other prompts if asked. PM for plotting. ]

[taintedpeony]

It wasn't that he had never faced such torrential rain before, but he always thought it was a cold and miserable experience considering his low cultivations skills he always found it hard to stay warm.

He was shivering and trying to make his way back home from his job at the cafe on foot since flying was not an option for him today. He walked fast, thinking about the large fire he will light when he got to the rooms that Master Shen gave him in the Unclean Realm.

He made an alarmed noise, being caught up in his own thoughts as a red and black blur moved past him and used him as a sad shield.

"What?"

He started before his eyes fell on the chihuahua. Ahhh poor thing is soaked. He leaned down to scoop it up gently.

"Is everything alright?"

Nie Huaisang | Mo Dao Zu Shi | OTA

[illicitly]

A. Arrival (cw: injury)

[Nie Huaisang crawls out of the ocean on limbs shaky from shock and panic, his face deathly pale. There's a gash in his robes on his right arm, just below the shoulder. He hisses with pain, clutching his arm as he staggers to his feet, weighed down by heavy, soaked robes. Still numb with shock, Huaisang's gaze wanders across the beach. For a moment, another image superimposes itself over the scene before him, one of total chaos with undead creatures crawling out of the ocean. Strange, alien memories surface in his mind, of running along this beach and digging through the sand with a qiankun bag and filling it with forgotten treasures.

Then the memory recedes like the tide lapping at his feet.

To make matters worse, a group of bizarre, shiny puppets approach him with outstretched metallic hands. Huaisang lets out a strangled scream when one of them clamps some kind of bracelet around his wrist, unable to understand or process what's happening. Confused and in a wild panic, he gives the accosting puppet a one-armed shove with far more physical force than someone with his build should be able to muster before taking off in the opposite direction.]


B. Thunderbolts and Lightning

[Stripped of his sodden, sandcovered robes with his arm now freshly bandaged, Huaisang wanders the downpour clad only in a towel. He's completely soaked again, shoulderlength hair plastered to his skull and neck. He shudders with each step, teeth chattering, looking around with helpless uncertainty for someplace to take shelter in for the night.

Eventually, he makes his way to an abandoned little house in one of the more rundown and secluded areas of the city. He stares at a damaged wall in confusion as once again, another disorienting vision hits, this time of wriggling vines reaching out to grasp at anyone who comes too close.]

What... What's going on?

[He whimpers, frightened, clutching his head as he makes his way to the house's lone bedroom, oblivious to the presence of anyone else who might have also taken shelter in this particular house. Not that it's offering much, the ceiling's leaking terribly but he's tired so Huaisang just sits down and lays back on the place's lone, dilapidated bed, towel falling askew.

He doesn't even have a blanket to warm himself up with...]


C. A Taste of Erku

[Contrary to his brother's insistent, Huaisang isn't completely useless. He has a few practical skills. Or at least, enough that he can help out with peeling and chopping potatoes. Without his sect's resources, the heir will have to find some other means of getting by here even if means doing some odd jobs. Soft, artist hands wield the knife with a basic amount of skill, surely worth a few credits to help him purchase some better clothes than the very plain beige shirt and trousers he's currently wearing. It's little more than peasant wear and not suited to his aesthetic at all.]

What dishes are these for anyway?

[Huaisang asks, more to fill the silence and make small talk than anything else.]


D. Wildcard

[OOC: PM for plotting or hit me up on Plurk or Discord if I have you there! Huaisang's a returning character. He's at a younger canonpoint this time around, a 22 year old as opposed to a 35 year old. With mod permission, he's retained his in-game memories from his previous time here in the form of out-of-context memory visions. His appearance has changed but there's still a noticeable resemblance so characters that knew him before should be able to recognize him easily enough.]

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[taintedpeony]

[It was his day off from the cafe, And as much as he had enjoyed the work he wanted the chance to see the ocean that he had never gotten to see with his own eyes. He sat at the sand quietly watching the tide and wondering how very far he must be from home.

Where was home to begin with? He was living in the UnClean Realms now with Master Shen and the others, Lanling was his home for a long time and Yunping before that. He felt unmoored in a way he hadn't felt in a long time. He wondered how those in his world were doing. He hoped Er-ge survived. Heck, he even hoped Huaisang had found some peace now that his revenge was complete. It must have been hard on him having to hide for so many years.

Though his reverie was broken when he saw someone sprinting towards him so fast with various metal men chasing after him.]

Pike Trickfoot | Critical Role

[tinymonstah]

Arrival

All of this was very strange indeed.

Pike was hit with near immediacy with a wave of nausea (which was strange in and of itself--her time on the ship had made her much less prone to seasickness) and had to plop back down into the sand as soon as she attempted to stand.

Her second attempt at standing went better than the first, and as soon as she could she made her way into the makeshift village, scanning the buildings for something--anything--that looked familiar, trying to banish the last memories she had from home from her head. It was obvious, she reasoned, that she had died, somehow, in--well, never mind.

As if given from the Everlight Herself, Pike’s eyes fell on something familiar and comforting: a House of Worship. Oh, thank the Everlight. Thank goodness. She began heading that way as fast as her little legs could carry her. If there were no answers, at least it was a safe place to stay.


Thunderbolts and Lightning

Well, this was no good.

No sooner had Pike gotten settled into her little apartment (the House of Worship was unconventional at best, but she was no stranger to the brothels of home, so it didn’t bother her too much) than the rain had started.

So much of it, in sheets, more rain than Pike had ever recalled seeing in her life, perhaps (although it seemed that her memories of things here were somewhat hazy at times). And it wasn’t long before the apartment began to leak. A little, at first, and then more and more, letting the cold seep in and settle. For a bit it seemed like she could fix it using things she found around (being a particularly resourceful gnome), but eventually she realized that this was too big a problem to fix on her own, and, after some brief private tears and choice words, she bundled herself as best as she could against the rain and headed out, hoping that if she couldn’t find someone to point her in the direction of better tools, she could at least find a slightly drier place to stay.

Nostalgia Foods

The sign had said “come in for all the house favourites” and Pike had been intrigued (and hungry) enough to see what that entailed (potatoes, apparently, she was of the strong suspicion). She smiled warmly at the robot when she was seated and was pleasantly surprised to be served a heaping plate of all her favourite foods from home, cooked just the way she liked them. So little about this place reminded her of home, and the taste alone was nearly enough to make her cry, her eyes prickling with the familiarity of it.

Perhaps it was just the pleasantness of being full--really, happily full--or the warm memories of home, but no sooner had she begun to eat than she began to talk, chatting to anyone nearby about home, about all the things they’d been doing there, about secrets she had, until that point, told absolutely no one, without any thought to what she was doing.

Once she was finished, she left, waving goodbye and promising to be back very soon, still feeling warm and pleasant and very, very chatty.


Wildcard
[i’m happy to discuss any other plots anyone is interested in! PM me if you’d like :)]

Nostalgia Foods

[gloriouslygood]

Food that he did not have to conjure was very tempting to Shaun but he knew there had to be a catch. He was here to investigate and if he did decide to eat something he would message Vax to warn him.

All those plans flew immediately out the window when he spotted a familiar face walking out of the diner.

"Pike!" Shaun boomed with a laugh as he approached her. "Come here, you!"

He ducked down and grabbed her up in a warm hug. When he let her go he kept his hands on her shoulders and looked her over. She didn't look intoxicated or overwhelmed by something which was a small positive for the food inside.

"When did you get here? I'm sorry I didn't find you sooner. Do you have a place to stay yet?" No judgement if she had. Shaun would simply invite her to join all of them in their little corner of the island. He was certain Percy would welcome her without hesitation.

Demyx | Kingdom Hearts

[melodiouspacifist]

Thunderbolts and Lightning

That sure was a torrent of water that was falling around them, and yet everything about this individual screams that they are in fact, bone dry. His leather coat looks dry, his hair untouched and the worst part, he’s not even doing anything.

It was quite possible that Demyx looked a bit silly otherwise, slinking about like he was trying to stay in the shadows and out of people’s notice which might in fact, make him look more suspicious.

When caught out, he might give a sheepish smile at anyone observing and a little half a wave.

Even passively, he wasn’t about to be cowed by his own element.


Nostalgia Foods

“Oh I don’t really have to…” Demyx protested a bit as he was ushed into a seat.

“I’m not really hungry!” He called to the robot, but he was kind of curious why they were so insistent on him eating something.

What was served to him was a plate of fish and chips and he stared at it a moment. It smelled good. They knew what he wanted? Did he want this?

Demyx stared at it a moment. If this was his favourite dish, he didn’t remember, but he decided it couldn’t hurt to try it. He took a fork up and cut off a piece of fish and began to eat. It was good but...there it was. A lemon wedge. He squirted it over the fish and smiled.

He couldn’t help himself after that, he couldn’t help but exclaim, “I’m so sick of everything.” He groaned.

Thunderbolts and Lightning

[ondori]

In one of those shadows is Mugen. Taking temporary refuge from the rain, clearly chilled if the coloring of his lips is any indication, he's busy moving and trying to work up some more body heat without the rain beating down on him. Hair flattened, hoodie and sweats soaked, he looks a bit like a drowned rat. A drowned rat running in place.

At first, he ignores the fellow creeper of shadows, about to flip him off when he waves but he can't muster up enough shits to give to bother. An idiot he may be on a lot of things, but even he stops when he notices that this new dude doesn't look wet at all. Mugen is ready to march into the cold rain to follow him, but that's a pain in the ass so he opts to yell from under his awning and gesture at him.

"Oi. How the hell're you doing that?"

Beatrix | Granblue Fantasy

[wildgirl]

It's Raining, It's Pouring

[ It was bad enough crawling out of such an ugly ocean! She's thankful she's not on an airship in this, but what the hell! What is this! This isn't fair! Bikini armor is not equipped for this kind of weather and why is this rain so frigid?

Beatrix is crouching under the remainder of a shake, sulking as she hugs Embrasque to her chest to protect it from the rain. She just got it back, damn it! She doesn't need her partner getting all wet!

Too bad she is and shivering like a leaf with her long hair soaked and hanging around her face, stuck to her cheeks and shoulders. ]

Ahhh! What kinda bad joke is this?! Those dumb robos! If they had to drag us to this weird place, couldn't they have better timing?! This sucks! This sucks so much! Brrrrr!

[ Her teeth chatter and she lets out a loud sneeze, then a groan.

This has to be a bad dream, right? There is no way her luck is this bad! ]

Get Your Hot Potato from Potato Pete!

[ Beatrix may be in the hospital and may have a drippy nose, but she is here for a decent meal. She can't possibly go wrong with some hot food, right? And after training for the Society, she is more than capable of peeling potatoes to help out in a kitchen. She's no Vane or Elmott, but she's not totally useless in the kitchen when she puts her mind to it. Especially if she's been provided snacks. Can anyone blame a girl?

With her hair pulled up into a half bun and a confident smile on her face, Beatrix is going ham on peeling potatoes and cutting for others. She'll be carrying the bowls containing the fruits of her labor over to people more concerned with the cooking part and setting them down. ]

Here you go! All nice and even and ready to go! Hehe!

Jammin With You

[ Beatrix is never the type to sit still. She's here. She doesn't know why. She hates it. She can't seem to do anything about it. Color her exploring despite the cold in her bones and popping into the diner to get food and take advantage of 'free lunch'.

But it's not exactly lunch she is given. It's two slices of the most jam-heavy toast anyone has ever seen. There are a variety of types of jam piled on each slice and she looks like she's been visited by an angel. She's almost teary-eyed. This is one of her ultimate comfort foods. ​]Euuugh, this is kind of creepy, actually -- But still! I can't look something good in the mouth, right? Or however that goes...

[ Does she really need the help of this to just info dump her thoughts on people? No. Will it make it worse, though? Probably.

Too bad, because she's already picked up a slice and bit into it, making a sound of joy behind closed lips. This was the first good thing that's happened since she washed up here and she will fully enjoy it, thank you! ]

potatoes: boil 'em, mash 'em, stick 'em in a stew

[pawper]

Thanks!

[Growing up hungry means knowing at least seven different ways to prepare anything and everything edible, including the humble potato. Her own hands are a blur as they accept Beatrix's burden of taters and briskly get to work with the business of cooking—some added to a boiling pot, others dropped into a wide saucepan, and the rest layered delicately into a glass casserole dish. And yet as busy as her hands are, being able to cook and talk and think all at the same time means that Lys has just enough presence of mind to do a doubletake.]

...actually, are you okay? You look kinda...under the weather. Did you get caught out in the rain?

[Is it the drippy nose? Yeah, it's the drippy nose.]

vex'ahlia de rolo | critical role

[vex]

00. arrival

It's unbearably cold, and her limbs feel impossibly heavy. Even the sound of the waves is diffused by the sheer amount of water, and Vex'ahlia could swear she felt the sandy bottom of the ocean floor hit her back before she blacked out entirely. For a few moments, she floats in what feels like nothing---and then, the weight from her manacles is lifted, and the frigid cold that compressed her chest far tighter than any wedding rehearsal dress could was...gone.

She remembers Keyleth's face. Percy, where---oh right. Percy had surfaced to get help. She knew he would, even when the recurring memories of her previous encounters with death brushed against her mind, asking her to doubt him. She didn't, not for a second.

She remembered thinking about Vesper, and Trinket, and Whitestone and the rest of Vox Machina as the cold consumed her entirely, and now----now?

All is weightless, and warm. The water around her is warm, and---

Piss warm, actually, and it's that thought that jolts her from her unconscious state, straight up in the sand of---this beach. The least of her problems was the water temperature, because her first thought snaps back to Percy. Percival and Keyleth, whom she'd see reaching for her in the murky dark before she couldn't remember anymore.

A chill snakes down her spine as she wonders to herself---somewhat calmly---if she was really, truly, dead. Was this it, her idea of the afterlife? Certainly not, it would've been someplace else---something stupidly metaphorical, like a deep wood or--somewhere that wasn't a tropical, warm beach. Maybe, this was the inbetween. Sorrow squeezes at her chest for her fledgling family at this possibility, and as such, Vex stands to get the sand off of herself, her dress, everything---stubbornly, as she refuses to acknowledge the reality that she might've died before---okay, well, that wasn't such a big deal, she and Percy had already vowed themselves to the other, but still, what a waste of several spells and a safety deposit.

Despite that looming feeling of doom, there is one bright side to this being some kind of afterlife. She'd at least be able to commiserate with her brother about it.

Cue the sentient robots offering her several towels and some kind of bracelet, and that's about where you'll find Vex.


[[ howdy! i'm sorta kinda voicetesting vex here for the literal second time ever so pls be gentle w/ me and i apologize for the singular prompt ; -; vex here is from the middle of the dalen's closet special before being revived. i'm caught up to the most recent episodes and open to tossing some ideas back n forth, just DM me! ]]

what makes you haha.mp3

[vaax]

there's a low rumble of thunder in the near distance. it's looming and foreboding, like vax'ildan should quickly find somewhere else to go, before the rain clouds decide to bring hell upon him for daring to be outside. his jeans are cuffed, a style some of the islanders have shown him, and it's nice-- keeps them from getting wet, after all. he's here because this is the day that new people come to the island, and he found percy once, pike another time, so what's to say he won't find keyleth?

the druid occupies his thoughts as he walks slowly through wet sand, ignoring that warning to find safety and shelter. he deserves to let himself drown in the rain, after all, for abandoning her like he had. he'd fallen for her and he'd let her down, left her alone to live for thousands of years. he won't see her again for quite some time, and he's learning to accept that. at least she's happy, right?

it's the dress that catches his eye first, followed by the hair, and last, the shape of her body. his breath stops in his chest, and the whole world comes to a stop before she even turns around. of course vax'ildan recognizes her. she's his other half, and he feels now as though his world is whole once more. his heart is whole.

he doesn't say a word to vex'ahlia, just embraces her from behind while his throat tightens and tears well behind hazel eyes. he clings to her, as though pulling back might mean saying goodbye forever, again. he can't do that again. he can't suffer the loneliness again.

Cremisius Aclassi | Dragon Age: Inquisition

[krempuff]

ARRIVAL
Under normal circumstances, Cremisius Aclassi might not have minded washing up on a beach. He didn't mind beaches, surf and the ocean, all of that. But here's the thing: in full plate armor? Nothing about washing up on a beach was that good. Especially not an unfamiliar one. And this was as far from a familiar beach as Krem knew what to do with, that was for sure. Everything about it was unfamiliar.

He certainly wasn't going to go along with these strange metal creatures that wanted to whisk him away, so that was the first order of business. After that, Krem was happy just to explore: the beach, the fronting forests and deliapidated town, everything that he could get to.


THUNDERBOLTS & LIGHTNING
Open to having Krem be struck by lighning, or helping someone who has been struck as well
The weather, at least, didn't bother Krem. He couldn't tell what time of year it was, but it certainly felt like it might be getting to what would have been the wetter months of Tevinter; besides that, having storms on the Storm Coast was just what he'd gotten used to in recent months.

He might be new, but any eyes laid on someone struggling with the rain--be it because of a flooded flat, a destroyed tent, or just because they don't seem to like it--will have Krem hurrying to help in whatever way he can.


A TASTE OF ERKU
Krem was more than happy to help in the canteen, though the tuber they were working with wasn't entirely familiar to him. An attempt to nibble on it while it was raw came up with nothing much, so he mostly gave up on it after that, but that wasn't going to stop him from peeling, slicing, dicing, and frying up whatever he could. Who was going to say no to something fried?

Besides helping to make the food, he was also pretty curious about what other people were making as well, and about the things provided to them as well. So unless someone was going to warn him to watch out, Krem was definitely going to try a little bit of everything.


WILDCARD
[Feel free to interpret any of the above however you want, or jive with me somehow else. If you'd like to talk personalized starters, hit me up on at besosde or discord krempuffs#5806]

ARRIVAL

[gloriouslygood]

"You look a bit lost," Shaun said as he studied the wandering figure. The plate armor he wore struck Shaun as vaguely familiar, like something from home. Had another unfortunate soul from Exandria come along? He wasn't one that Shaun recognized from Vox Machine. Perhaps he was with the Nein?

He approached with a warm smile and friendly hand out for a shake. "Shaun Gilmore. I was once like you not too long ago. I would be happy to help you find some shelter and explain this island."

He liked to be helpful. Anyone wandering was likely in need of a guide. He found the warforged of this island less than helpful.

Trowa Barton | Gundam Wing

[lionwhisperer]

Arrival

Nothing like literally washing up on a beach. Even with all the things that Trowa had done with his life, that was a new one for him.

For a long few moments, he continued to lay there in the sand, unable to make himself get up as the wave of nausea washed over him like a ton of bricks. Where the heck was he? He wasn't in Kansas anymore This certainly wasn't the circus where he had been almost the blink of an eye ago.

Finally, as the feeling of illness began to dim, he finally risked getting. He stumbled a moment, which was so unlike him... but after a moment, he was back on his feet. Almost immediately a robot rushed over to him and provided him with a towel and some sort of bracelet device. Perhaps luckily for him, he didn't wait around long enough to get ushered into the spa. Lucky for other people, he decided that since his turtleneck was covered in sand, he'd just take it off and tie it around his waist, showing off the muscle that he hid.

You're welcome.

Thunderbolts and Lightning
Of course, an oddly peaceful and somehow stereotypical beach episode didn't last long as the rain began to come down. Though the temperature was warm, the rain made it feel rather cold.

However, Trowa wasn't one to simply hide under shelters, at least not initially, if he happened to come across someone who had a leak in their building and seemed unable to repair it, he would offer assistance... or just simply start helping with it as the day began to wear on. Being polite and waiting for a response and possible assistance that they could do it when they clearly could not was getting tiring.

Taste of Erku
Potatoes.

Why were there so many potatoes?

Clearly, Trowa didn't know what the a-peel of having that many potato options were - spicy potatoes what? - but if he could offer nothing, he could help peel potatoes for others who wanted to try out their gourmet skills. So for part of the time, Trowa could be found in the hospital cafeteria peeling potatoes. At least it was dry in there and his turtleneck had finally stopped dripping water so he could wear it again.

After spending so much time around them, he did eventually decide to experiment, attempting to make a potato soup using some of the more unusual potatoes including the spicy ones. Would someone be able to help him with making sure that it actually tasted good and was not just watered-down mashed potatoes?

Also, would someone figure out that occasionally Trowa had been snacking on the robot-provided potato snacks which most likely had something in them?

Wildcard

Have an idea? Feel free to poke if you have another idea!

thunderbolt and lightning, very very frightening!

[braidedwonder]

Storms were not a regular fixture of colony life. Despite himself, and all of his time on terra during the war, Duo has yet to get used to anything like unregulated weather systems and, in particular, lightning and thunder. He's cursing himself for getting caught out in the middle of all of this, too, trying to make his way back to their little cabin in the woods where he presumes Wufei and Heero may be too.

Who he hadn't expected to find in a shelter somewhere?

Trowa Barton. Duo pauses for a moment, eyes wide and mouth a little open in confusion before he gathers himself.

"Trowa!" A little pause, then : "What're you doin' out here? Heero, Wufei and I have a cabin. I'll take ya back there."

Verity Gyr | D&D OC

[veritygyr]

Arrival

The only blessing here is that, somehow, between hitting the water and being washed onto the shore, Verity didn't swallow any water. As it is, he stays there on his hands and knees, panting and soaked, as he tries to recover from--whatever just happened.

Slowly, he sits back on his heels, unconcerned about the waves washing up around him. He's far enough on the shore that they aren't going to sweep him back out. So, he takes a moment to breathe... and to try to get some of the seaweed out of his hair. It is about then that he notices he is without his quiver and bow. But there is still the comforting weight of his sword at his side, and that is enough.

Eventually, Verity rises to his feet and looks around. Strange automatons approach, but, as clumsy as they are on the sand, they seem... sincere in their attempts to be helpful. He manages to stay out of reach after they give him towels, however, as he has no intention of being hauled off to a spa of any sort.

"This will suffice, thank you."

Verity skirts another grab and gets further away on the beach, heading towards the city beyond.

Thunderbolts and Lightning

Maybe being dropped into the ocean was a sign that he simply is not meant to be dry here. Verity wakes in the night to the sound of rain pouring down on the tent he's claimed, and it is really only a matter of moments after that before the thin canvas rips. Soaked, again, Verity pulls his hood up in a bare attempt to keep the water out of his eyes, at least. Even then, even with his dark vision, it's difficilt to see through the torrent. Flashes of lightning reveal that he is not alone in being displaced.

If he finds anyone struggling in his search for better shelter, Verity is quick to offer help. And if he sees anyone struck by lightning? He races over to make sure they aren't dead.

A Taste of Erku

At least it gets him out of the rain.

Verity doesn't mind the menial work, actually, and it's the first time since he's arrived that he's felt particularly useful, and that is a relief. He isn't much of a cook, but he can peel and cut potatoes for people who are. He dries his hands off on a towel as he approaches one of the long tables, looking at the other person already there.

"How do you need them cut?" he asks with a gesture at the basket of potatoes sitting there. "I think that's about all I am good for here."

He doesn't mean to come off gruff. He is actually trying, but he's never had an easy time talking to other people. Possibly because they tend to stare at his horns. Or worse. He hasn't heard any devil comments here yet, but he also hasn't been here very long.

Nostalgia Foods

Verity isn't one to turn down charity when it's offered, even in this weird place. Still, when he sits down, he isn't expecting to have food he recognizes brought to him. Warm bread, seasoned meat and roasted vegetables familiar to him from the monestary where he spent most of his life. And--

The sweet rolls sitting off to the side tug at feelings he hasn't really let himself have in a long time.

"I haven't seen those since I left," he says, unaware that it was out loud. He laughs. "They don't look quite as impressive as I remember."

[Here for sad, happy, and all sorts of other nostalgia feelings - let me know if you want a particuar flavor!]

Notes

[Info on the journal! Happy to match brackets or prose.]

[immolzeth]

There have been a couple of times on the island that he's come across opportunities for food from home, and a certain aversion to the pain of nostalgia has kept Even away from the very same phoenix pies and seafood stews that Oran's dug into so heartily at those times. Almost a year along, though, and the desire for the familiar has grown to a sharp pinch.

He hasn't been served his own mean yet -- in fact, he'd really only just arrived and found himself a booth, lost in a brown study until a voice behind and nearby pierced through.

Half a glance, initially intended to make sure the fellow wasn't talking to Even, turns into the orange tiefling fully turning around in his booth to take wide-eyed stock of this stranger.

It's not the first time he's come face to face with an unexpected fellow tiefling, but it's no less of a shock this time than last. A shock, and a delight, really -- and Even couldn't restrain his nosiness even if he wanted to.

"Left where?" he asks, an eager curiosity coloring his tone.

Revel Jackdaw | D&D OC | OTA

[reveljackdaw]

Arrival

Heaving up seawater is not his best first impression. Not his worst, but definitely not his best. And it takes him a few, undignified minutes to completely clear his system. With a quiet groan, the tiefling slumps forward in the sand, staying like that for several minutes more to catch his breath.

How had he ended up in the water...? He'd been nowhere near the harbor. And this absolutely didn't taste like the harbor. Revel shoves himself up and pushes his hair back. There are other people crawling out of the surf, apparently having had as bad a trip as he just did. Someone nearby is approached by weird automatons and Revel decides very quickly he is not interested in--

"For you," one says, holding out a bracelet and a towel. Revel stares.

"Well, at least your hospitable," he says cautiously. "Oh look, I think someone else needs your attention."

At least they seem stupid. He casts Misty Step as soon as it isn't looking and--

Nothing happens. Revel recovers quickly enough to move on his own, heading up the beach and out of range of these things as he tries to puzzle out why that didn't work. It should have. He tries to shake it off as he towels off his hair, careful not to get it caught on his horns. He does hear another automaton intoning about a spa... which sounds worth his while. It isn't difficult for him to find it, and while he isn't sure he trusts the immediate hospitality, washing the salt off and having a bit of pampering is too much to resist.

And he isn't actually that surprised to find his clothes gone when he is finished. Arguing with attendants gets him nowhere: they simply tell him that his clothes are being laundered and it may or may not be returned later. They offer a towel to compensate his dignity.

"Bold of you to assume I have any," he says as he tucks the rough fabric around his hips. Time to see just how much he can steal with only a towel to keep him decent.

[catch Revel on the beach or fresh out of the spa, or feel free to try to catch him in the act of making off with someone else's clothes]

Thunder and Lightning

It had to be rain.

Revel's back is pressed against a stone wall as he crams himself under an awning. It's coming down in sheets and it has been for hours with no sign of letting up. The room he was holed up in developed a leak, and then a crack, and then a flood. He needs some place he can reasonably dry off before mold or something starts growing on him.

"I didn't think somewhere could be worse than Waterdeep," he growls at nothing and no one in particular. He sighs, then ducks into the establishment that belongs to the awning he's been haunting. Soaked and annoyed, he makes a declaration,

"If anyone here has somewhere dry to sleep, I'll make it worth your while if you share it. At least until the fucking rain lets up."

How? He'll figure that out later.

Wildcard/Notes

[happy to play with the other prompts! let me know if you're interested and I'll wrote something or throw a wildcard my way. Info is on the journal, let me know if you have any questions!]

[halforc]

It's absolutely fucking pouring down and Fjord has his soaked cloak draped over his armour and winter coat where he stands by the window of the bakery shop watching the rain thunder against the pavement, bulkier than usual which says something for the 6'3" halforc. When the door opens and a dripping tiefling makes his way in, his eyes widen in surprise (that's one more than he knew the island had) and he clears his throat.

"Have you been wandering around out there all this time?"

The fellow certainly looks like it.

Asagiri Gen | Dr. Stone

[fun_thementalist]

00. REWIRING YOUR BRAIN WITH A FOREIGN LANGUAGE

If Gen had been snatched just a moment later - just a few seconds - the robots might need to contend with a statue, instead of a man. Luck of the draw, really. It might've been interesting to know if they knew how to unpetrify someone - yet. They hadn't waited a few more seconds for the petrification wave to wash over Gen for the third time in his life.

No, instead, they had just a large gunshot wound in Gen's stomach to deal with - and that was far, far more within the robot's capabilities.

It also meant Gen had a ... much different experience than many new arrivals. He was being worked on by strange robots he'd never seen before. They were very clear on why he was brought here and what he'd need to do. (It didn't matter that he tried to convince them he had many, many other skills. He could help rebuild their civilization - he even had experience - but - to no avail. They're only interested in his ability to have sex, it seemed.)

And, of course, by the time he was discharged - it was already pouring buckets and buckets of rain.

Gen stood outside the hospital, with his bag of possessions and the bracelet from the Augur, and had to wonder as the rain soaked him to the bone.

What the hell was he going to do?


I. VERY VERY FRIGHTENING

So, it's mentioned that Gen was getting soaked to the bone. Sure, he was ducking in awnings, and investigating various buildings - but he's shivering with how cold he was from the rain's water.

Gen could be found eyeing longingly through windows of the maid cafe, looking for all the world like a drowned rat, but knowing he didn't really have any sort of money to get in. He quickly found that the apartments with their free-for-all rooms were rapidly becoming flooded.

Should nobody take pity on Gen before then, eventually he'd make his way to the bathhouse, sighing with relief and willingly getting rid of all his wet and soaked-through clothes. Here at least was a place to relax!


II. THIS POTATO ONLY GENERATES 1.1 VOLTS OF ELECTRICITY SO -

Gen wasn't quite prepared to have sex with random strangers quite yet. (... Just give him a minute to adjust, all right?) And as much as he hated hard work, would complain to anyone who'd listen ... well.

He could peel potatoes for the robots. And peel. And peel. And peel. And ... It's monotonous and boring and he didn't even have Suika or Francois or Ruri to complain to.

Wait, there's someone who's ... dropping off produce, perhaps, or cooking, or maybe even peeling potatoes beside him. "I really don't know how many more of these they actually need, do you?


III. FOUR THOUSAND YEAR CYCLE

At last, enticed by a free meal which weren't potatoes, Gen would be found at the diner. The very first thing they'd serve to him? A bottle of dark soda, with a hand-made leather label with a little face drawn on, calling it 'Senku Cola'.

Gen's smile turned wistful as he opened the bottle. It's been a while, considering their journey into the Amazon, since he'd been able to have one of these. But then his brow furrowed.

"How in the world did they even get this?" Gen had to ask. He was almost certain they didn't have Senku tied up in the back making soda for them. Right?

[10billionpercent]

Senku did not have a lot of time to spend looking out the windows while he was working. It wasn't going as terribly as feared and he's managing to get a few credits by showing up, giving out treats and dressing like, well, like a bunny girl even if he isn't one.

His hair was pulled into proper pigtails, not unlike when they were on Treasure Island and he had charming little bunny ears poking out of his head. From the way they moved, they seemed to be real for the moment. He also had a puffy tail coming out of the back of his uniform.

It was the rain that caught his attention first, the storm seemed pretty bad, didn't it?

He blinked when he saw Gen. Once. Twice. No, he wasn't imagining things. When Gen turned away, he went to the door, heels and all which he was getting used to and he pushed it open.

"Asagiri Gen!"

Simon Ashlock | World of Warcraft (OC)

[silverhands]

1. Arrival

It's far from his favorite way to arrive in a new country, but this is not the first time Simon has washed up on an unfamiliar shore. Such has been the nature of his previous maritime mishaps, however, that he's on guard and looking around with his fists raised before he's even finished coughing up seawater, scanning the beach for Horde troops or demons or worse.

It takes a moment for him to process the fact that not only are these robots the friendliest island denizens he's ever encountered, but that this shipwreck comes with amenities. (Shipwreck? It must have been a shipwreck, he supposes, except that he doesn't remember having been on a ship. A portal malfunction? Could have been a portal malfunction, but that's as far as his train of thought gets before the robots are bedecking him with jewelry and cheerfully drying off as far up his legs as he'll allow.)

Were he less interested in the robots themselves, he would be studying the strange new bracelet, but he's fascinated by the technology on display and wondering whether it's gnomish or goblin or something entirely alien to Azeroth. He'd want to take a robot apart for further examination if they weren't being so friendly and welcoming, and so he satisfies his curiosity with as much naked-eye examination as he can pull off, following one particularly accommodating bot all the way to--

--a spa? Ought he? It's all awfully decadent, and he doesn't even know where he is yet or how to get back if he wanted to, and--

"Oh! Oh, no, not the pants, the pants stay on--no, I can't, give them back, come on--"

2. Thunderstorm

The bots never had given him his pants back, or, indeed, any of his other clothing. Stoic and set-jawed, Simon trudges through the icy rain like the world-weary soldier he is, trying and failing to convince himself that hey, Northrend was worse. At least he had armor in Northrend. At least he had shoes in Northrend. Sure, he and everyone he knew were being besieged by endless ravening swarms of rotting animate corpses at the behest of a madman intent on seeing the entire world swallowed by darkness, but at least Simon had underwear to call his own.

But there, in the sodden gloom, he catches sight of a lifeline. Oh, he thinks, thank the Light, a House of Worship, standing proud and restored amidst the ruined buildings as any temple should, beckoning the devout lost to its altar. Clearly, the inhabitants of this place at least have some priorities straight, if this is the place they chose to fix up. He makes gratefully for its doors, securing the towel more firmly around his waist and already steeling himself to have to explain his nudity to the expected stern confessors.

It is not a church. Relief gives way quickly to shock and pious offense.

"This is what you call a House of Worship? That's--at best, this is false advertising." Too much time spent among the goblins has apparently elevated that offense to the level of a sin in Simon's mind. "Who named this place?"

3. Nostalgia

Drenched, mostly nude, and retaining just enough religious pride to seek refuge somewhere other than the misleadingly-named House of Worship, Simon can no longer pretend this ordeal hasn't left him faint with hunger. He's too weary and too ravenous to be as suspicious as he otherwise might be at the promise of a free hot meal, and at this point, he doesn't even much care what they're serving. He opens the door, halfheartedly greets the bots at the counter, and plops his wet-towel-clad ass into a booth with an undignified 'thwack.'

He's only just started looking around for a menu or a waiter, when an obliging robot deposits a bowl and spoon in front of him, and a mechanical waitress serves him a bubbling mug of something whose scent mingles with the bowl's contents in a way that's almost jarring in its familiarity. How, in a place so far distant from his home territory as to be impossible to chart, could the chef here have made such a perfect bowl of Redridge goulash? And how would they have replicated the Darkmoon Faire's proprietary recipe for moonberry fizz?

He's too hungry for questions, after a cursory look around to make sure nobody else appears to be keeling over from poison. He digs in, with an almost indecent moan of pleasure that he'd...thought he had the self-control to avoid making, but apparently not.

"I just don't understand how other people don't realize what good eating spiders can be."

4. Wildcard

Anything you like! Hit me up on PM! Simon's basic character info is here, with more on his journal's nav page if you'd like to check it out.

Princess Peach / Super Mario

[mush_monarch]

00. Arrival (aka Spa Amenities)

[To say Peach was disoriented would be a huge understatement. She was absolutely dazed and confused when she woke up at the beach, soaking wet and covered in sand, seaweed stuck on her once beautifully brushed hair, and her once pristine dress now covered in small holes.

So, it didn't really take much effort on the robots' part to escort her to the spa. The promise of a warm bath and some hair care was enough to sway Peach into following them, and she also suspected that they would at least shed some light on what is happening.

All is well and good until... She's told her gown has apparently been misplaced. And now all she has is a towel to keep her decency. And to make matters worse she barely knows where she is still.

At least her hair is looking good and she's warm? It's kinda hard even for her to see the positive side in this situation. And, needless to say, she's very reluctant to leave the spa so she's just standing around near the entrance, cheeks flushed and she tries to think of a way to make things less embarrassing. She's so deep in thought she doesn't even see the person approaching her.]

01. Taste or Erku (aka Potatoes for Days)

[Peach has pretty decent cooking skills, if anything, so when she hears about how the hospital cafeteria has its doors open for anyone to go in there and cook with the provided potatoes, she decides it's a good way to pass the time and do something nice for the other residents. Some garlic mashed potatoes sure are in order!

She's glad to see other people there, cooking and preparing meals to their hearts content. And the little snacks the robots provided are actually pretty tasty.

She turns to one of the folks in the kitchen, offering a warm smile.] What dish are you trying to make? There's just so much you can do with potatoes, it can be a little overwhelming!

02. Nostalgia Foods (aka Unrequited Feelings)

[Was it strange that the robots knew that she wanted roasted fish with rice and mushrooms even before she said anything? Yes. Yes it was. But just looking at the plate in front of her was enough to make her long for the Mushroom Kingdom and all its inhabitants. The fact the dish tasted just like the stuff Tayce T. cooked made her longing even stronger.

She thought about Toadsworth and the other castle servants, the Toads from the town, Mario and Luigi... Mario...

With a sigh she kept eating, staring at the empty seat in front of her with visible sorrow in her eyes. When she was done with her lunch and left the small diner, if felt like her heart was ready to burst with feelings of longing and homesickness. And also...]

Does he even know how much I like him? [She suddenly and with no prompting asks someone passing her on the street, and... can you ignore such a pretty lady with such a sad look on her face?]

00

[holeyjudgment]

[ Taking care of herself with an occasional spa day has become part of Colette's routine now that she's been here for a little while - relaxing is important, and you can meet new people that way. Sometimes those new people look a little baffled, though, and a definitely properly dressed Colette blinks at the towel-clad princess standing around awkwardly.

It seems like she needs a hand. ]

Um, excuse me? Do you need help?

Insector Haga / YuGiOh

[spoiledbugboy]

(( ooc: just a quick note: Haga is 16 ))

I. A Scaredy Cat [Arrival]

[So, last thing Haga remembers is trying to lose some bullies who were very much determined to make his day worse - honestly, at this point he had become a pro at evading them, he doesn't even know why they try anymore - and then it was like he fell into a large body of water.

Whatever happened next, Haga can't tell, but he knows he woke up wet, feeling sick and coughing up water, as he stared down at the sand under him.

A mechanical arm gently touched his own, which caused him to jump and his eyes go wide. He quickly regretted the sudden motion, the sickness rising to his throat full force. As he looked around he quickly realized he was surrounded by robots, one of them grabbing his arm and snapping a bracelet around it.]

H-HEY! What are you- [A towel was draped over his shoulders and one of the robots reassured him that he was safe. Haga didn't believe that for a second.

Despite the nausea, he stood up in one go, stumbling away from the robots while tripping on the sand.

Fortunately, his escape from the robots was successful. Unfortunately, he's now just wandering around an unknown city, still wet from head to toe, staring at the weird bracelet that was placed on his wrist, head still spinning. So much so, that he bumps on the next person he comes across.]

Ugh! Watch where you are going! [He complains, as if he wasn't the one who bumped on the other person. Typical.]

II. Delicious Chips [A Taste or Erku]

[Haga isn't one for menial labor. But... getting credits sounds like a good idea. And peeling some potatoes is easy enough work. So he can be found in the hospital cafeteria peeling some potatoes away and handing them to the folks that need it.

He does his best to avoid casual conversation though. Not only he isn't good at it, he still doesn't exactly trust this new world he's in. he just sits there peeling and gobbling down some of the potato snacks the robots prepared. They are pretty tasty, and he's pretty hungry.

Around the second small bowl of chips, Haga seems a lot more... social, for the lack of a better word. When the next person comes around to grab some peeled potatoes, he even offers them a smile, gesturing to the bowl next to him.]

Have you tried these? They are really good. Can't believe they are just giving these to us for free!

Hawks | BNHA

[nanban]

ARRIVAL

For such a fast moving person, Hawks gets off to a bit of a slow start. He isn't used to waking up in the ocean, let alone this whole dimensional rift thing. He feels a little queasy. His wings are drenched, which won't keep him from flying, but certainly is an annoyance. Before he can get his bearings enough to take off, though, he ends up at the spa.

Well, that part is all right, though no one has satisfactory answers for just what the hell this is. He tolerates it, but comes out the other side not with dripping wet clothes, not with freshly dried clothes, but with no clothes. No amount of protest seems to get them back, so he takes the towel and covers what he can with his wings.

The first order of business is finding a place to stay and get some damn clothes. He's observant and good at gathering information, so he figures this part out easily enough. At least...the housing part. The clothes thing? He's not so sure about that one.

So you may encounter a naked hero (he's still got that towel and his wings) stopping you. He doesn't seem the least bit embarrassed about this, so maybe it's not too awkward?

"Hey, weird question. Some robots or something took my clothes. You got any good ideas on where to get new ones?"

THUNDERBOLTS AND LIGHTNING

The good news is: Hawks got his clothes back! The bad news is: it's raining like crazy. It's mostly just an annoyance. He can't seem to stay warm enough, so he has his feathers fluffed up, wings tight against himself. The water does run off his feathers somewhat, but he's not a bird. He doesn't have total waterproof insulation.

A stray little dragon certainly seems to think he does, though. It follows him around, looking wet and pitiful, until he finally rolls his eyes and gives in, picking up the little guy and tucking him into his shirt. It's not all that warm and dry there, either, but any port (or shirt?) in a storm.

"You better not be a fire breather," he says. You can encounter him when he picks up this dragon. If someone else is around, Hawks will definitely notice them.

"Sorry, don't think you'll fit in my shirt like this guy. We should find someplace less soaking wet, huh?"

Later, dragon still safely in tow, Hawks decides to do what he's used to doing and play hero. Are you out where you might get hit by lightning? Do you need a rescue? Wave an arm, a tail, a limb, something! For a smaller character, Hawks can move them out of the way either physically or with his telekinetic feathers (it's a whole thing). For larger ones, get ready to be body slammed by a very fast moving flying guy, narrowly getting both Hawks and his target out of the way.

"Man, this place really keeps you on your toes, huh?" he asks. "Sorry about the tackle there. You okay?"

A TASTE OF ERKU

It's not all that easy to rope Hawks into menial tasks, so he isn't much for the potato thing. He pitches in occasionally, but cooking and prepping food isn't really his thing. Eating them, however? Now that is speaking his language. He'll try any potato dish. Whoops, looks like he missed the memo that they might have side-effects. Catch him with his mouth full and warn him or...you know. Don't warn him and see where that goes.

WILDCARD

[ ooc: hit me! kinks are here. 20+ characters for dirty things, please. pm this journal if you want to plot something! ]

A Taste of Erku

[naotorious]

Naoto on the other hand, is most definitely versed with cooking. He's no restaurant chef and doesn't aspire to be one, but cooking is a hobby of his so he knows a little more than your average college student, perhaps. Given how limited food ingredients here can be, he'll take any opportunity to cook things he hasn't made in a while or never got the chance to. This time, it's hasselback potatoes that he would see videos of on YouTube. The two he's made smell great with the garlic and seasonings he threw in. He might...take some of these ingredients to use later.

He's been so focused getting lost in cooking that he hasn't had any of the samplings himself yet. The winged guy looks like he's enjoying himself. Could he have another potato?

"Hey hey! Are you a potato connoisseur? This is my first time making them like this so I'd like to know what you think. There's nothing weird in them, I promise!"

Nao is very much aware of the island's "horny food" but he hasn't paid much attention to what or how much Hawks had.

Bakugou Katsuki | My Hero Academia

[detonating]

i. Arrival

[Come to dinner at the Todorokis, it’ll be just fine, they said. Yeah fucking right, that alone was a dysfunctional hell that Katsuki didn’t want to endure in the first place. So to go from that, to nearly drowning and washing up on some fucking shore in the blink of an eye?

It was insane, and beyond disorienting. He didn’t deal well with being put in a position like that--confused and worried as hell, so it was definitely easier to mask that with a glower and raised voice at the fucking robots that ushered him towards a spa. Of course, he only followed to get fucking answers to his questions, and every offer of massage or anything else was met with a menacing, crackling hand that promised violence should they push any further. The only thing he did agree to was a soak in some hot water, to get the chill out of his bones and the salt water off of him… a huge mistake, he would learn pretty quickly.

Needless to say, Katsuki is beyond pissed when he finds that his clothing is missing. Anyone else who has just arrived and been met with the bizarre AI treatment won’t miss the sound of a booming voice, as he just. Finally loses his shit completely on the robot that just offers him a towel- as if that’s a suitable fucking replacement?! He takes it, but still! His hand is up and ready, crackling dangerously with the promise of violence.]

WHERE THE FUCK’RE MY CLOTHES, TIN CAN?!

[Someone stop him from… is it actually considered to be murder, if it’s just a robot??? Either way, Katsuki doesn’t need to have that on his hands in his first moments on the island. Talk about bad first impressions. ]


ii. A Taste Of Erku

[Katsuki looks just as irate as ever, as he expertly chops potatoes into perfect, thin slices at a lightning speed that might threaten to put everyone else out of a job here. He’s good at this, and frankly, taking a knife to anything is a pretty good form of therapy-

Or would be, if it were anyone else. It’s not helping to ease any of the tension building inside of him. But hey, it got him out of that leaky apartment he’d claimed, and it’s gonna earn him credits apparently. It’s a start, and the satisfying slap of the blade against the cutting board gives him something else to focus on for a bit. He finishes his round of russet potatoes and turns to the nearest person to him. The one that probably isn’t slicing like a fucking maniac.

Sorry to them, but being a bossy asshole makes him feel better. Normal.]

Gimme those, Snail Pace! [Using his knife to point to the pile of peeled red potatoes just out of his reach with a glare; he probably looks like the last person you want to say no to. At least the nickname he gives is pretty tame??]

iii. Nostalgia Foods

[It was the first pleasant surprise he’d gotten, since arriving on the island, and Katsuki was a little bit weirded out to find that that extra spicy curry dish that he was served was… exactly as he would have made it. It was perplexing, and kind of had him wondering how the fuck they knew, but he was too hungry to really give a fuck right that second.

He has no idea that he’s made a mistake in accepting food from the robots. The only thing he knows is that it’s fucking pouring rain still, and he isn’t pleased about making the trek back to the shithole apartment he’s been constantly having to patch up. He's pretty damn sick of walking around in soaked clothes, too, looking like a pissed off, nearly drowned fucking cat every second of every day.

Complaining to himself, and to the person he passes as he walks by, nothing seems amiss yet, just because his thoughts and opinions tend to be rude anyway.]

Is the weather here always this shitty?!

[[ooc: If something else is desired, feel free to throw a message to his journal, or papapapanic + meganlodon#0267 @ discord! Side note: Katsuki is only 16, and while I don’t think he will be getting down and dirty with anyone YET, it should be noted!]]

We don't look at my icons rn.

[heir_conditioned]

Aside from being kidnapped and finally not having the League of Villains behind a kidnapping tied to him, this place wasn't so bad. He was stuck here and really he had better things to be doing and get home to get done, but a relaxing spa? Sure. He hadn't done that in... Ever. Not as far as he could remember at least. A massage sounded like a great plan in that case and the calming work over each muscle was a nice literal and figurative touch to an already stressful d—

There was no mistaking the boom and clip of that shout. His head lifted and he offered a small apology (to a robot) before grabbing the towel offered and slipping it around his waist. He could come back for his clothing later. The possibility that anyone else was here hadn't even crossed his mind or he would have seen them when they washed up, wouldn't he?

Coming up on the scene of Bakugo threatening a robot wasn't anything he already
wasn't expecting, but his quiet: "Bakugo?" as if he hadn't already known belied at least that he wasn't afraid of the outburst. Maybe not as much as some might've been.

paine | final fantasy x-2

[hurtfest]

arrival;

[ This had not been Paine's finest day. Waking up on a beach with nothing but her clothes and her sword, having no clear memory of how she got here. She pushed herself onto her feet, groggy and waterlogged, and surveyed the surrounds.

Not Besaid. Not Kilika. Not anywhere on Spira, if the sky was to be believed.

Fortunately, the robots were upon her quickly. With no other option other than directionless exploration, she consented to be taken to the spa - then consented to a massage, a bath, and some styling to get her hair back to its regular quiff.

The problem came afterwards, when her clothes came up missing. In nothing but her choker, necklace and a very short towel, she stalked through the spa looking for anyone not made of metal. ]

You. [ Keeping one hand protectively on her towel, making sure it stayed in place, she gestured towards you with the other. ] Who works here aside from these machina?


thunderbolts and lightning;

[ No amount of interrogation or threats had gotten Paine anywhere. Just like everyone else stuck on this island, she was beholden to the Augur, to the A5, and to the basic need for food, water and shelter.

Well, she sure got her fair share of water. With nowhere permanent to stay, there was only one dry option left: share the extremely cramped quarters of the barracks with whoever was kind enough to let her share a room. If that meant a couch, one side of the bed, or just a spot on the floor - it would have to do. Even if it meant filling squares in trade for the lodging. ]

I appreciate you letting me stay. [ She spoke from her spot at the window, staring out at the constant downpour. ] I wouldn't want to be homeless in this.


nostalgia foods;

[ A perfectly fried Dingo steak, complete with fresh, crisp vegetables. It was a homely meal, but one she hadn't expected to see served in front of her in a place like this. Paine frowned down at the meat, trying to examine the waves of indistinct feeling which were coming over her.

Nostalgic feelings. Nights over campfires. Barkeep serving up wholesome fare with a smile on his odd face. ]

...this wouldn't be so bad if the girls were here. Yuna would have figured a way out of here in a second. And Rikku... [ She sniffed out a noise that could almost be a laugh. ] Not sure if she'd go along with the Augur or dismantle every machina in sight.

thunderbolts and lightning

[naotorious]

[ Nao had been out at the wrong place at the wrong time. The barracks was the closest shelter he could find before it really started pouring. What awful timing too, given the influx of new people. He's just glad he's not alone here or he'd be bugging everyone on the network to talk to him.

He's smiling despite how much he's shivering. This dude's prone to getting cold easily even when wearing two layers. ]

Right? Hope we don't get sick, but if we do I can pick something up from the convenience store when it passes. [ Despite the small space (which really, isn't an issue for him) he's able to score some towels and hands her one. ]

I can help you look for a place too. [ Preferably one without a hole in the ceiling, right? ] It's not too bad once it gets cleaned up.

Lan Xichen | Mo Dao Zu Shi

[unimpeachable]

I
Washing up on an unfamiliar beach has him disoriented to say the least, not quite fighting the strange metal figures that find him and snap the bracelet on which yanks him out of the stupor enough to have him moving away from them, heading for the city itself. Soaked robes and dripping hair aside, cold doesn't bother him as much as it might others and he makes note of the buildings he passes.

And then stops in front of one appraising the structure before venturing inside, gaze searching his surroundings for any sign of residency as he checks the rooms. "I'm sorry to intrude but the building seemed sturdier than most. I can leave if you've already settled here, though."

II
He'd been expecting a storm, given the sky but this was worse than anything he'd seen before, Xichen checking the buildings around where he'd settled for other resident in case they need help finding a better shelter. "Is anyone in here?"

And at one point, he does end up stumbling into one of the businesses, rubbing a hand over his face and looking around a little confused before he offers a faintly weak smile and a bow. "I just need to be out of the rain for a few minutes."

III
While he's not usually one to take advantage of things, an offer of free food is something he can't exactly turn down and when he ends up presented with a small array of vegetarian dishes from home? He's more than happy to dig into the meal, even if the utensils are unfamiliar. It's still good food and something he hasn't had much of since his arrival. The tea is perfect too but the pleasure fades when his mind drifts back to the recent events at home, fork falling from his hand as he rubs the other over his face.

"I'm sorry, I just..." He trails off, gaze drifting to whoever sat across from him before he clears his throat. "Is it not a little odd how well they seem to know exactly the food we like?"

II (1/2)

[taintedpeony]

[The rain made it a painfully slow day without too many customers at MeiMei willing to brave the storms for food or drink. Still, it was good in a way. Jin Guangyao was still training and even though he has already memorized everything on the board and the menu, he still felt like he hasn't grasped entirely what the customers wanted in this new role of his. It gave him a chance to practice to himself while the place was empty.

He was deep cleaning behind the counter when the bell rang and a new customer came in. He got up to wash his hands but called out.]

Ah. Welcome to MeiMei Maid cafe. Please don't worry about that and make yourself at home. I'll be right there in a moment, master!

Shikatani Itsuki | Yarichin Bitch Club

[thotfulness]

Thunder and Lightning

[ Unfortunately, Shikatani's a bit late in finding shelter because everything he's come across looks filthy. That pickiness bites him in the ass when he realizes that he doesn't actually have a permanent shelter for the rain. It comes pouring on him out of nowhere, soaking him in his uniform.

He finds his way to the convenient store. Nevermind the logistics behind that being a thing here; he doesn't have the money (credits, whatever) to spend on an umbrella or anything for that matter. He's just going to wait until the rain lets up or gets kicked out, he supposes. The wetness on his back is already making the (now visible) lace from his bra itchy. It doesn't bother him as much as the prospect of having to deal with a cold once the weather subsides. He sighs, hugging himself after he wipes off the water from his glasses. ]

A Taste of Erku

[ Shikatani's original intention was to peel potatoes into dick shapes to keep himself busy and amused. Instead, he finds himself sampling the stuff laid out for them to try. Nothing like having a roasted sweet potato to stay warm. The one that he ends up with is especially phallic looking which makes it taste all the more better. He'd offer the nearest person a bite but that goes against his sense of what's sanitary.

...makes little sense, yeah. What makes even less sense is how he's eating it, starting with teasing the tip of it with his tongue before taking it in small nibbles at a time. If there's someone here who looks particularly easy to mess with, he may make eye contact. Otherwise, he's content with eating his sweet potato and pretending it's something else. ]

Nostalgia Foods

[ Strange how there are convenient stores and restaurants but the living situation here is pretty abysmal. Shikatani isn't especially hungry, but the robots somehow managed to lure him in on the promise of something delicious from home. Watermelon and honey.

Don't knock it until you try it.

Watermelons aren't even season (he thinks), but through some miraculous means, it's as sweet as he likes for it to be and the honey adds an even nicer touch that reminds him of the summer trip back home. He gets so lost in these thoughts that he fails to catch a bit of honey that ends up between his fingers. Of course he starts to suck on them. ]

(ooc: Info here.)

Hunk | Voltron: Legendary Defender

[hunksmash]

A: Arrival, Laid Bare

[ For a brief moment as he comes-to, Hunk's mind absorbs just enough about the setting to think 'Home,' but he doesn't even get an over-excited greeting out to the first being to approach him before he realizes the situation's not a homecoming. There're robots, ruins, an eyebrow-raising explanation of what's expected, and… A spa.

It's dubious in itself, but at least this place is pretty straightforward. It's not as rattling as it could be, all things considered, and, well, he could use a hot bath and good steam after washing up on some unknown, probably un-Earthly beach. During a nasty storm. A cold, nasty storm.

So. Find him in the sauna, getting warmed up all the way down to his bones. Anyone whose gaze he happens to catch gets an awkward wave, and Hunk's not afraid to strike up conversation. ] So, uh… Did you just get here, too? Or is this, like, mixed company?

[ So to speak. ]


B: Bolts and Lightning

[ Hunk, luckily, is very handy. This mostly applies to machines, of course, but he's got a decent working knowledge of basic household repairs and certain forms of traditional housing in similar-ish landscapes. He's doing his best, then, to go around and make needed repairs, doing his best against the persistent rainfall.

Inevitably, of course, he encounters the lightning issue. He's carting around two great armfuls of wide fronds when his eyes catch sight of someone in the near distance. Then, suddenly, they're engulfed in a flash, and Hunk's startled scream is swallowed up by the huge roll of thunder immediately following.

He drops his leaves and sprints to the victim and is surprised to find them alive. Is this one of those "don't move the injured" moments? He doesn't know! For now, he just frets and fidgets, also expecting that they'd better get out of the open. ]

Holy crow! Are you okay?!


C: Cooking and Cocktails (of Potato)

[ Now, here's a better way to shine! There's a lot one can do with the ingredient, after all, and most of Hunk's ego and ambition are to do with his skills in the kitchen. And it really beats being out in the rain.

He peels deftly, prepping a few bowls of different varieties of potato, particularly ones he's unfamiliar with and keen to sample. These become various dishes over the course of his time in the cafeteria: roasted, mashed, fried, baked, hasselbacked, and scalloped.

He's always willing to accept help or answer questions, and he shoves food onto people with an auntie-like set of techniques and eagerness. Plenty of chimes of: ] Here, take this.

[ If one doesn’t catch him while he's serving up, Hunk sticks around for a little bit to sample what's being given out by other Islanders and the robots. The cocktail gets the most dubious scrutinization, since it… Well, it's weird.

But it's not the weirdest thing he's eaten by far, so bottom's up!

It's surprising. It's like Willy Wonka stuff, the essence of a whole dinner in one swallow, and he eyeballs the glass hard once it lands back on the table in front of him. ] What? How?


D: Diner

[ Okay, so the presence of a relatively normal-seeming diner smack dab in the middle of everything else here is strange, but… Hunk's readily acknowledged that this is a strange place, no problem. This is just another, new facet of that, and it's definitely not unwelcomed. One can probably guess just from looking at him that the guy likes to eat, and anyone who's known him for a lunch hour knows how important food is as a beacon of love and culture to him.

The automatic serving up of Lau Lau Pork is a bit of a surprise, and it's more of a surprise when he tucks in and it tastes remarkably like his uncle's cooking. He almost cries from the start of his meal, and he is crying by the time he's charmed an additional platter from the robot cooks, a big plate of Sapasui.

Once both dishes are gone, he's still feeling chatty, filled with emotion and talking freely about Earth and the corners of it well-known to him, the Pacific and the American mainland, where he went to school, at… Some kind of space academy? And did he say something about an alien invasion and giant lion spaceships?

He's happy to clarify if anybody asks, of course, whether it's in the confines of the restaurant or beyond. This is one homesick dude with some harrowing tales of adventure, as much as he doesn't seem particularly cut out for it. ]


[[ ooc; Hello! Hunk will most likely be a CRAU from Prismatica. Feel free to mold the prompts as desired and/or hit me up via PM or amyorama to work out other scenarios. ]]

Arrival

[braidedwonder]

[ Duo's gotten in to a habit of going to the spa since his last injury. Heero had brought him on the sheer will to have him better and healed, and though Duo had thought it was perhaps far fetched to think that warm water might be able to heal him..

Until it had, of course. Old injuries from his time in his gundam of course probably wouldn't be healed, and yet here he is anyway, long rope of hair wound up around the back of his head and sitting in the sauna. It helps his poor bones that aren't used to gravity at least, the stray hairs around his face beginning to curl as they get wet.

He waves as Hunk does, at least, laughing lightly. ]

Mixed. I've been here a couple'a months. Guessing you're new then?

Portgas D. Ace | One Piece

[flameproofed]

[ slides in late ]

I. Arrival & Thunderbolts

It's been a couple of days now, and naturally, Ace has decided to stay close to the water. He'd pitched a tent a little farther up the beach, where the tide wouldn't be a problem, because he’s already tangled with sea water once this week when he woke up and he isn't going to do that again. The last thing he needs is to be asleep and have water coming in to his tent. It would just be embarrassing for someone of his caliber to go out drowning in their sleep.

Placing his tent far up the beach, however, isn't going to be enough to protect him when it came to an actual storm. (At least this kind of water is just inconvenient.) He's been watching the clouds for the last day, keeping a suspicious eye on the horizon. The storm had seemed to be taking an abnormally long time to build up, which had make him think that maybe it would pass without any rain hitting the island, only coloring the clouds from a distance - but that was not the case.

Maybe he should have listened to the robot that warned him. Okay, he definitely should have listened to the robot that warned him. When the rain first starts, he springs up, trying to take down his tent and shove his things into his bag, but within just seconds, the effort is futile enough for him to abandon it. Both the tent and the makeshift futon he'd been sleeping on are already completely soaked. The rain doesn't even have the decency of being warm. Each drop that hits him reacts to his hot skin, causing steam to rise from his body.

Okay, he officially needs to get out of the rain. Ace slings his bag over his shoulder and glances across the beach. If anyone else is here, they might as well try to find shelter together.


II. A Taste of Erku

Ace doesn't come looking for a job - he's just following the smell of food. At first, he tries to sneak a free snack, but the robots aren't as easy to sneak things from as he'd hoped, and he'd been told in no uncertain terms that he could snack and make some money if he contributed, which really, seems fair to him. He's never been somewhere where he wasn't expected to pull his weight in some way, and just peeling potatoes is far less work than hunting down meat for dinner, so he pulls up a crate, grabs a knife, and takes a seat, beginning to quickly peel potatoes into an empty bowl.

After the Whitebeard pirates had stopped being unsure about giving Ace free access to a knife, he'd spent plenty of time in those first few months on the ship in the kitchen, doing busy work like this while Thatch did his monumental task of feeding such a large crew. Ace can't cook beyond holding something on or over a fire, but he's handy enough with a knife and preparing vegetables, so it's easy enough to get into a rhythm...

And just like that, he falls asleep, knife still in one hand, potato half-peeled in the other, slumping forward into his bowl. Anyone listening carefully might even be able to hear him snoring over the sounds of the kitchen.


III. Nostalgia Foods

When Ace walks into the diner, he has every intention of dashing. Sure, he has some money from a little work he's done here and there (bit gigs, because he can't imagine getting an actual job), but he's not going to spend them here.

When he's brought food before he even orders, he's surprised, but he's even more surprised by what they bring him. Perfectly-cooked steak, intensely spicy pasta, and beer that never seems to go empty, and if he was asked, Ace would have attributed the ghost peppers in the spaghetti burning the truth out of him, but strangely enough, all he wants to do is talk.

He hasn't said this much since he'd started telling Jinbe his life story in that cell in Impel Down, but right now, Ace doesn't even really have an audience. He starts by calling to the chefs (who, robot or not, need to know this, he thinks,) that pasta like this would probably kill a normal person, and only Thatch had ever made it for him like this before, and before he knows it, Ace is talking to anyone who might listen about Thatch, his former crew mate, the man whose life had been snatched away far too soon.

"What kind of man kills his crew mate?" Ace demands, his voice ringing out loud enough that he's probably audible outside the diner, too. He twirls more pasta onto his fork, takes a big bite, and washes it down with nearly a full glass of beer. "Maybe on some crews, but not under Whitebeard!"

[ I'm also open to other prompts/interactions so feel free to PM this journal! I'm a little newer to dwrp but will set up a plurk soon. More info about Ace here! no kinks list up yet but please feel free to PM me about that if needed. also please feel free to reply in brackets or however works best for you! i'm fine with switching styles to whatever works best. ]

nostalgia foods

[nanban]

Hawks can usually out-talk pretty much anyone, but this shirtless guy has been going for a minute. In the end, rather than eavesdropping, Hawks just...decides to join him. He has no idea if he'll actually learn anything or just be amused by it or some other option.

But the food here is incredible, perfectly cooked, and he could use company anyway. Hopefully this food doesn't make him feel the way the potatoes did, or it will be much more awkward. Well, only one way to find out.

So he slides into the booth across from Ace with his plate of karaage.

"Did you saw kills a crew mate?" He's not really sure what crew here means in context, but there's time to figure that out. Is this guy a sailor...? He doesn't look like a sailor. Hawks can't make the logical leap to pirate right away because that's just not really a thing where he's from.

"Sounds pretty messed up, whatever the situation," he continues, agreeably, shoving a piece of chicken in his mouth and letting Ace continue on.

Nie Mingjue | Mo Dao Zu Shi

[baxiasprice]

Slow Boot

For all that Mingjue prides himself on being able to fight under inauspicious circumstances, it still takes him until the creepy metal constructs have led him away from the beach into a building and have him mostly undressed before he shakes off his stupor and starts swinging Baxia. That the metal creatures only fight back while he's trying to kill them doesn't sink in until he's got a handful of new bruises scattered across his torso and a newfound appreciation for whoever designed whatever the hell these things are.

A tactical retreat from the spa ends up being his only recourse, and it leaves him standing outside of the spa, warily watching the metal creatures, bare-chested and barefoot and wearing just his trousers. His rescued robes are wrapped around one arm, boots in hand, all wrested from the creature who'd tried to steal them, and Baxia's dripping...something that's not blood onto the ground. He pants as he stands with Baxia half-readied, a little wild-eyed and not sure how he feels about the thing wrapped around his swordarm's wrist.

His instincts are cranked high from three-plus months of hyper-alertness, and the first movement he sees prompts him to swing his sabre up and towards it before he registers just who he's swinging at.

Tuberstruck

The problem with peeling potatoes after being flash-fried by a lightning bolt is that he's having trouble actually peeling the damned things. As much fun as running through his sabre forms was, at the moment, he keeps using too much of his strangely-amplified strength when he goes through his usual potato-peeling motions and simply...flings bits of potato. He's no stranger to doing delicate work while controlling his strength, but this is ridiculous.

To be perfectly honest, he's getting frustrated. He's just about to give up and claim one of the potato cocktails just to see if he can bleed away some of his irritation when he manages to slice a larger chunk of potato than he wanted to and speed it straight at the nearest person. Swearing, he thumps the peeler and potato down on the counter and growls a, "Sorry."

Wildcard~

Mingjue is also going to be bopping around town in the rain, scouting all the little nooks and crannies, popping his head into every store even if it looks deeply suspicious, and wandering out into the mist with the monsters. He's mostly trying to get his bearings, and if he sees anyone that's not a robot, he's going to march up to them (sabre strapped to his back) and greet them with looming hello.

[Let's see. For OOC: I'll match brackets or prose. NMJ's canon-point is just a little past three months into Sunshot (so he's 22). And no kinklist yet(!), I'm a bit shy and just dipping my toe into this sort of game.]

Slow Boot

[taintedpeony]

Here was Jin Guangyao, casually minding his own business, on his way back from the job he started very early in the morning, pondering what he should make for dinner that day and if any of his housemates would like dinner as well when from the corner of his eyes he saw a movement coming at him. Almost instinctively he reacted, doing the oncoming attack and with a quick motion holding Hensheng up ready to defend himself from the oncoming blow and nearly being thrown back from the sheer power of it.

"What the fuck?!" he cursed mostly in surprise.

He then looked up and his blood ran cold as the fear took a hold of him, his eyes wide, jaw open and ready to bolt.

"D-Da-ge?!" this had to be a nightmare was he asleep? Subconsciously his free hand went to his neck almost protectively.

Nie Huaisang | Mo Dao Zu Shi | OTA

[illicitly]

A. Arrival -> Thunderbolts

The Coffin-Sealing ceremony is over. His work is finished. Nie Huaisang can relax now. Or at least, that's what he thinks.

The seashore he wakes up on, still clad in his robes of office, is familiar. He'd once hunted for treasure here, to decorate the barren walls of the home he'd wished into existence here. It hadn't ended well as decaying monsters rose out of the sea to reclaim his findings. After the moment of disorientation passes, Huaisang simply holds out his wrist to the robots, waving off their attempts to beguile him off to whatever erotic-themed activity they have in mind for him. There'll be plenty of time to explore such things later.

For now, Huaisang simply sets off in the direction of the Unclean Realm. Of course, he has things on his mind and many things to process, laying his enemy and his brother to rest behind a seal had left him thoroughly drained. All he wants to do now is go straight home, get a bubblebath, and rest. Even if it's not his home in Qinghe, it's still his home here.

The gates are locked when Huaisang arrives so he simply starts kicking and banging on them while wailing at the top of his lungs like a distressed feline stuck in a tree.

"Hey! Let me in! It looks like it's going to storm and I don't want to get any wetter than I already am! I'm soaked and covered in sand! I want a bath!"

Is there more effective way for Sect Leader Nie to announce his return than with immediate whining?

B. Nostalgia Foods

Huaisang never had gotten around to visiting the diner, he thinks. He'd been far too preoccupied with his own affairs in the Unclean Realm and fortifying his home against future invasions or attacks by strange, giant statues. Presently, he's lounging in one of the booths with a platter of braised pork and chestnuts covered in soy sauce sitting before him. A second platter of steamed meat buns sits beside there, too. Honestly, it's far more food than Huaisang ever eats on his own and what he doesn't finish here, he intends to take home with him. After all, how often has he gotten to eaten the deliciously salty dishes of his beloved Qinghe here?

Nevermind that Huaisang just had some not too long ago during his return home. It's still good here.

"The cook always knows, huh? Well, tell them that I'm grateful! This dish is perfect. It reminds me of dinner with my big brother. That was such a long time ago now though... Ten years. He couldn't really eat when I saw him last. I tried but dinner just wasn't the same anymore and we had someplace really important to be."

It seems like whatever is in the food is loosening Huaisang's tight lips quite effectively. Or maybe he's just drunk. It seems like the robots served him some red wine to go with his meal. Unless he's enjoying his victory lap. Or it could just be a combination of all of the above.

But at least, Sect Leader Nie seems to be in a jovial enough mood, aside from the bittersweet smile on his lips and faint hint of sorrow in his eyes.

C. Wildcard!

[Decided to change his canonpoint so tossing him up again!]

A

[taintedpeony]

Jin Guangyao was about to settle in for the night when he heard the banging on the outer doors. He groaned, he had work early the next morning and wanted to look fresh-faced for the customers at his new job.

After a few minutes, he groaned and got up, tieing his underrobes over himself and rushing outside. It was probably one of his housemates or their guests in any case, and it did look like it was going to rain soon.

If he was more together he would have recognized that voice, but he could barely hear anything but the banging over the howling wind.

He opened the gates up with a yawn, rubbing at his eyes.

He blinked once.

Then twice.

Fuck.

"Huaisang?!"