TDM 016 & 4th WALL EVENT: NO WALLS BETWEEN US

[erkumods]

TDM 016 & 4th WALL EVENT: NO WALLS BETWEEN US

00. An Arrival and a Broken Wall?! You should be coming 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 should be greeted by robots who welcome them with towels and bracelet devices. The A5 card already loaded up, and if you don’t manage to get away from them quickly enough, they should 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 should be given a complimentary towel to leave with if needed! Should. That’s how things are for newbies - and maybe today, some newbies will arrive the usual way. Others might be surprised to hear that there is another "you"... already here! If and when you finally meet this other "you," there's simply no way to agree on who the so-called real version is. Your histories may be the same or they may be wildly divergent, but those little differences don't change the fact that you are who you say you are. Some islanders might even find themselves running into a much older or younger version of themselves. Duplicates and doppelgangers, you say? People who look and sound familiar but are just a little bit off? What strange anomalies have washed up from the ocean! On the other hand, maybe you’re not new here at all, or so you think. You’ve definitely been on this Island for months already. You can't exactly remember what you were doing here before, but you have the modest home and personal effects to prove that you existed. You’ve always been someone who greets new arrivals at the shore. You know very well how things work on the island, and how many of the buildings are abandoned and in dire need of repair. You know that 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. You know all of this. You’ve already claimed 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. You’re a veteran at this by now. Aren’t you? ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● I. A WHOLE NEW YOU The fog has thickened off the shores of the Island and in the areas that have still been obscured. So thick that it looks not unlike the heavy clouds of the recent storm. But late into the night and early into the morning, the fog seems to encroach on the Nameless City even more, blinding and catching Islanders traveling through in areas normally free of its effects. Anyone who gets caught in the especially heavy mist might find themselves suffering from more than just the usual amnesia. The fog no longer only takes memories, but can also alter your memories... and you. You may forget your time on the Island. You may forget your life before. But you’ll remember something else. You’ll remember a life entirely different as if you lived it yourself: you are a merperson who has always lived here, in the waters around the Island. Those grand underwater cities look like ancient ruins to others, but to you? You still see them as beautiful and palatial as the day they were built. You are a Native whose memories are fuzzy, but you certainly remember living your entire life here in great happiness and luxury. And once you step out of the mist, you might even find yourself physically changed to match what you recall, with fins or tentacles and gills to allow you breathe beneath the waves. You might be completely transformed, or just enough to make life underwater as easy as it's ever been. Someone else attempting to free you of these delusions will find that the more they try to force you to remember your true life, the more real and convincing your undersea life begins to feel. You must embrace this new (old?) life, embrace this new you in all ways and live it to its fullest. Completing Auspicious Acts will help bring out glimpses, hints, flashes of memory and recognition that perhaps this is not who you once were, and allow you to return to your former self. But the longer you take to embrace this, the harder it might be to let go. Some of these changes could become permanent. ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● II. LET XXX BE YOUR GUIDE Things have been strange, not just for the people of the Island, but the robots as well. The typically welcoming robots that offer their assistance in guiding new arrivals or encouraging Islanders to visit the various locations seem to be scarce. There are fewer of them running around the entertainment district and other establishments. To ensure that new arrivals continue to have a pleasant Island experience, robots will be recruiting Islanders as mentors and guides: mentor guides, if you will! Volunteers will lead other Islanders around the Island as a means of helping them become better acquainted with the locations available here for your fun and entertainment, and they will be rewarded with credits for their hard work. Guides and sightseers alike could be someone fresh and new to the Island, someone who insists they’ve been here for years, or even someone that a robot randomly dragged off the street. Mentor guides will all receive a very form-fitting and revealing uniform - no two are the same! - and, of course, a glossy paper map of all of the available sights on the Island. The pictures are big and detailed, and cute sex toy icons point out various key sights such as the recreation center, the bath house, and the library. There are even suggestions for which Auspicious Acts are the best for each location! Strangely, none of the maps list the same suggestions, so each map encourages its own unique experience. Mentees will also find that their mentor’s voice is very appealing. So appealing that just listening to them speak is enough to get you feeling some kind of way. The more they talk, the more of a reaction you have. Your body begins to burn or itch and it’s very hard to pay attention to their words when thoughts about all the things you could be doing to them instead keep coming to your mind. The only way to relieve these thoughts might be to make your mentor stop talking altogether, or follow through with some of those helpful map suggestions. Maybe you need them to mentor you in more ways than one? ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● III. SITCHES GET GLITCHES You’re walking down the road, or in your own home, or visiting a friend and suddenly something happens out of the corner of your eye. There’s a soft pfzzzzzzt and the feel of static on the skin. You turn and realize that the wall is suddenly gone. Or, maybe the glass in a store window disappeared. Perhaps someone’s clothes just vanished off of them in the middle of the street, or the chair you were sitting in at the cafe suddenly poofs right from under you. It’s as if the world around them is malfunctioning - little glitches that can last for seconds, hours, or even days before returning to normal on their own. Nothing that could seriously harm someone, but enough to be quite inconvenient. At least completing an Auspicious Act in the affected area or with the affected person seems to put it to rights immediately. Unfortunately, this doesn’t stop these glitches from happening again. You may be concerned, and the robots understand, but if asked they will insist it’s just the world adjusting as the Augur welcomes so many new people! Nothing to be worried about, obviously. It will take time for fluctuating energy levels to adjust, that’s all. Some robots might even say it’s the perfect time to enjoy having so few barriers between you. Embrace the open nature of the Island and share yourself and your home with others. Walls are only meant for keeping out what you could be letting in! ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● OOC Notes: Enjoy a mini Fourth Wall event, Islanders! As such, this test drive meme is open for anyone to create top levels, not just prospective players. Current player characters, characters you want to play in the setting but can't app full-time, drive-by castmates, duplicates, canon AUs, characters that normally would not be allowed such as fandom AUs and genderswaps (not including characters under 15), formerly dropped characters, etc. are all encouraged to come in and play! As all other test drive memes, this one will be game canon. Characters who fourth wall but do not app will disappear after a few days to a week, along with their home (if applicable) and all of their possessions. Please label your top levels as to whether you are test driving [TDM] or fourth walling [4W]. (Of course, you are allowed to change your mind! But our rules regarding appable characters will still apply.) Since auspicious acts are an integral part of this event, potential and current players can swap one Auspicious Act on their card for one of their choosing, if needed for any of the prompts. As usual, prospective players can use an Act and swap it onto their card if they choose to app into the game. If you have any questions, please ask them below. ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● N A V I G A T I O N

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[erkumods]

relena darlian-peacecraft [abraxas au][4W]

[sanc]

Darlian on the Shore

[ Oh God, her head.

She's almost certain she's dead. She's dead, that whole ordeal killed her. That 'trial' was a sham and she had been helpless the whole time. She's still furious - at the queen and at Grigory and at all of Thorne.

But most of all, at herself when she wakes up here.

There was no ocean near that castle as far as she remembers. This whole place looks wrong and the architecture - wrecked as it seems to mostly be - far too modern. Did they throw her back in the well? Wasn't that supposed to drown her?

She peels herself out of the sand, soggy in her tunic with a symbol stitched into the back and pants, sandals missing. She lets out a sigh and starts walking. Absolute nothing makes sense but moving forward, wobbly like a baby lamb, still absolutely drained of energy and aching from head to toe. ]

iii. Sitches Get Glitches

[ Relena is not sure how long she'll be here or why she's come here, but she's going to take advantage of the chance to go to the cafe while she's here. Who knows when she'll see coffee and muffins again? Certainly not her.

She's sitting at an outside table by herself, trying to get a bit of much needed alone time to dwell on all that she's seen in the past few months of her life.

Until her chair vanishes beneath her butt and her coffee goes flying as she flails her arms up in surprise. She doesn't know where it's gone but... hopefully it's landed on the ground and not on someone else.

She makes a miserable sound from her new spot on the ground where she's landed on her butt, rubbing her lower back. ]

Ah... what on Earth? Was that magic? Is someone playing a prank? It's not very nice, you know!

iii. Gundam Cabin

[ Somehow, by someone (probably Heero), she's found herself at the Gundam cabin. She considers it a temporary stay, having decided being on this island cannot be long term. If she's really not dead, she has to get back. She can't leave behind the people who have helped her so far. She doesn't want them to think she's run away on them or worse, died during her trial.

After a long, long, much needed shower, she sits on the couch in the main area in her towel, face in her hands. She's still trying to process her situation and after months of little privacy around total strangers, she's not worried about modesty in her fatigue.

She's tired, absolutely destroyed. She had cried herself out while she'd had the water running and with all that release out of her, she's feeling boneless. She still hasn't come to terms with what had happened during that trial before she arrived here. She still has to come to terms with what was going to happen to poor Jon.

So she sits, quiet and leaning with her elbows on her knees with her hair still wet, the same symbol from her tunic appearing on her back like a stamp, large and blue. ]

cabin

[braidedwonder]

[ Duo... certainly hadn't expected to have company when he came back in for the day. Especially not of the Relena variety.

He pushes the door open with his foot, laughing as Merry yips, tossing a little stick around even as she comes into the house. For his part, Duo is a bit sweaty, carrying a basket of what looks to be vegetables, and definitely a bit red in the face from heat and sun. He's also gained a good bit of gravity weight and some freckles -

... Though the jovial laughter does abruptly stop as he realizes she's there, expression changing to something abruptly and purposefully blank as he sets the basket of produce down from his, Wufei's, and Mika's garden. (Sorry, Relena, you're probably definitely getting harassed by a young pup of a dog who is very proud of the stick she's carrying.) ]

Oh. You're back.

Verin Thelyss | Critical Role | OTA [4W]

[the_other_brother]

The Neinhaus/Wizardhaus

Verin wakes up slowly somewhere comfortable. Better than his bed in Bazzoxan...

Memories swirl and shift into place, forming a picture with a few missing pieces. Not ones that obscure the overall image, though. He sits up and looks around the familiar-but-unfamiliar room, then down a the clothes he's wearing. Essek gave them to him, he remembers that. How long ago? He'd thought that a dream. And time has passed for him since then... or has he been here the whole time?

The drow fighter pushes his fingers into his hair for a moment like he could physically push everything in his mind back into place. It's unnerving and he doesn't understand the shift and pull of what he knows and what he thinks he knows. Is Essek here?

He finally gets up - if in a bed, he peeks out the door. If on a couch? He looks around to see if he's alone. He's not a tentative creature, but maybe caution is better observed.

Let XXX Be Your Guide

Verin waits, quietly amused, for his mentor-guide to appear. A bot said someone would be here to show him around imminently, and that it would be best to way. He feels a bit silly with the black parasol he's been provided, but he's grateful for it on the only day with sun that he's experienced since arriving. He still has to squint somewhat, but it makes being out and about manageable.

He tips his head when someone in a rather tight uniform.

"Are you my guide?"

Sitches Get Glitches

Clothes
While he would rather be wearing his own gear, the clothes that Essek gave him aren't wildly offensive. Tight on him, but serviceable until the bots give his things back. He's grateful for the cloud-cover, at least. Even then, he'd rather have his hood.

He's on his way to the bathhouse to see if there's any chance of rescuing the clothes he arrived in from the bots. He's still reeling and this gives him something concrete and manageable to do.

At least, it would be manageable if the clothes he's wearing didn't suddenly disappear. Verin stops and rolls his eyes skyward, head tipped back for a moment, beseeching.

"Whatever lesson is to be learned in all this, I really wish it didn't involve losing my clothes at every opportunity."

He's well-built, dark skin cut through with faint scars, and while he isn't ashamed of his nakedness, Verin would rather not feel so exposed. He rubs a hand over the back of his neck and glances at the nearest passerby.

"I don't suppose you have some article you could spare. I can at least get a towel at the bath house and I'd rather not cause a scene the entire way there."

Wall
Verin is showering when the wall disappears. He doesn't realize it at first, only feeling a strange and increasingly familiar static buzz over his skin. And then... there is that very distinct feeling of exposure. He looks over his shoulder and actually laughs when he sees the wall is entirely gone. His gaze lifts to meet that of whoever might have been standing on the other side.

"Well, it's not any worse than being in a barracks."

Wildcard

[Find Verin anywhere on the island, either in his own clothes or in some club gear that is too small for him. Or naked, as the case may be. Happy to have him rescue people that fall from disappearing chairs or ladders or what not! OTA for potential smut, would prefer 21+]

[thelyss]

The room Verin wakes in may feel strangely familiar; there are familiar touches, at least, that indicate someone with an aversion to sunlight and an interest in the arcane usually occupies it. Should he wander over to the desk, he'll see notes written in a familiar hand - Essek's writing.

Thankfully, he does not have long to wait. The door opens slowly, and Essek himself enters - barefoot below dark pants, a white linen button shirt undone, hair somewhat mussed. There's an ease about his shoulders, looser and relaxed, and at first he doesn't even notice Verin there, checking something written on one of his notes on the desk, and then -

Violet eyes blink owlishly at his brother, staring in clear disbelief. How?

"Verin??"

Jonathan Sims | The Magnus Archives | OTA [4W]

[recordingends]

Let XXX Be Your Guide

Jon had absolutely no intention of being helpful. And then the robots grabbed him.

Several useless arguments later, he finds himself foisted onto a newcomer while wearing something ridiculous. The shorts are far too short. Maybe it's a small blessing that Jon isn't actually aware of the fact that they say Ceaseless Watcher's Special Boy across the back. The t-shirt, emblazoned with Guide-Mentor, feels two sizes too small. It, too, has a message on the back: Ask me anything!

The only thing that makes any of this even remotely bearable is the fact that he's going to get credits for doing this. He just has to try not to die of embarrassment before that happens.

Some poor soul will find themselves approached by a surly-looking man with odd scars along one arm and the side of his face. There are more on his legs, though fewer. He's clutching the map he's been given and advised to use. Jon adjusts his glasses and takes a deep breath.

"I'm Jon. I'm--supposed to guide you around."

His voice is possibly naturally condescending.

[Happy to match prose or brackets.]

[sanc]

[ ooc: Is it ok if she recognizes him from her game? She'll be happy to see him Not Dead. ]

lord ares | hades game | 4w

[bladerift]

i. arrival--

poseidon's domain is his least favorite.

not that there aren't any good wars fought at sea. many warriors have fallen to watery graves in ares' rule, left to rest at poseidon's doorstep, but that doesn't mean ares has to enjoy it. he's been behind powerful sailors as they fight, but he's never felt the thrashing of waves that tumble his warriors to their deaths until now. it's extremely disorienting, very unpleasant, he thinks to himself as he's thrown to the shore with a violent abandon. he's a little bruised, but it isn't the worst injury he's ever taken, not by far.

orienting himself isn't hard, and the little automatons that come to assist are an unusually welcome sight. he's assisted with drying off, and upon information that there is a spa nearby, he sets his sights on it. ares settles himself in a warm bath, clothes folded neatly nearby, his head tilting back as he begins to, for once, relax.

he'll worry about the details when he's clean and dry.

ii. let me be your guide--

it's a good hour or so later when ares returns to himself after his bath, rising from the water to dry himself off and prepare to return to the island. his clothes, however, are gone, and replaced with a suit that isn't familiar to him. an automaton informs him that his clothes have been sent to be cleaned, and will be returned in due time.

ares returns to the beach, dressed in the dark, blood red suit that clings to all the right places. there is no undershirt, just the blazer and the tight pants. his biceps stretch the fabric of the jacket, his biceps bulging over the neckline. the button draws attention to the narrowing of his waist, adding to the broadness of his shoulders. while ares takes orders from no one, he sees an opportunity here to manipulate these automatons, or maybe an unsuspecting passerby, by posing as the guide they had so insisted he be. maybe someone on this island can tell him more about where he is.

ii!

[bestswordmaster]

[Felix only came to the beach to cast a net for fish and maybe hunt for some crabs or turtles or something. He didn't ask to be confronted with some underdressed weirdo whose shoulders might be broader than Dimitri's (not that he's spent time paying attention to how broad the boar's shoulders are, obviously).

So he tries to just walk by without acknowledging the man's presence. Maybe if he gets ignored, he'll go away. At least, that's always what Felix hopes, but it rarely seems to work...

Xie Wang | Word of Honor | OTA {4W}

[thescorpionking]

I. {Merman}

{Xie places himself on the beach, perched on a rock. His robes have been shed, revealing a strong upper torso and...

Is that a tail? The black scales glitter like crystal and the fins are shaped like a fan. He waves said tail lazily, his cheek resting on his arm as he surveys the beach. This is just another day for him.

Or is it? Any person who wanders close to him will be summoned and they might find it very difficult to block out his low, pleasant voice.}

Come and sit with me. I want to hear about your world.

{Since he has clearly visited no other!}

II. {Mentor}

{The role of teacher isn't new to him, per se, yet he hasn't ever used his sex appeal to demand a student's attention. This feels wrong and disgusting. Xie pulls at his too-tight attire and tries to find a way out of this farce.}

If you help me escape, I will repay you. {Every word he speaks has a new quality to it - a quality he doesn't like. Sex should not be used like this! Or for this. Gritting his teeth, he stalks away from his mentee, hoping that space will help lessen the effects of the spell. All of this is bringing back bad memories and his head is beginning to pound.}

Stop this... I will do anything else you like! {It's hard to say to whom that is addressed, but the emotion behind it is genuine.}

Merman

[scramordie]

[ Not being able to get a hold of Xie is rather... annoying, in a way. Which was cause for a scouting of the city, which included the beach, and finding... him. Except that there was something off. What had the city done to him?

He knows all about that strong body before him and he snaps his fan shut, even as he turns towards that pleasant voice. ]

A-Xie?

[ Whoever had done this had best hope it could be reversed. They loved Xie as he was. Even now he was still loved, but to ask about the world... one that was his own? That spelled trouble. ]

Lan Wangji | The Untamed | OTA [TDM]

[stillyoursoulmate]

I. [Arrival/Laid Bare Spa]

[ They had gone their separate ways, something that he would not stop the other from. Not when he knew the wanderlust that coursed through Wei Wuxian's veins. He does not, however, expect to find himself washed up onto a shore.

He finds himself led into the spa and despite how good the massage feels, as well as the sauna, he does not allow them to take his forehead ribbon or his sword. He is not pleased that his robes were taken, but the towel will suffice, for now.

So, anyone that sees him will see a well built man with scars that litter his back. However, the sword at his side would possibly be more out of place.]


II. Let XXX Be Your Guide

[ The island, itself, is rather vast. Something that he has noticed. However, he has also noted that there were lack of... well, needless to say, a welcoming. Not that it bothered him any. He does, however, note those around the island who are in very revealing clothes.

These people needed to have something more on. The voice close to him, however, catches his attention and he grips Bichen as tightly as possible. ]


III. Sitches Get Glitches

[ Lan Wangji had taken it upon himself, after finding semi-adequate clothing, to venture into the city proper. If there was no way out then he needed to be able to map the city. There were many... stores that he did not, nor would he, recognize. That wasn't, however, to say that he doesn't feel the static along his skin. An odd sensation all on its own.

Turning slightly, he gives a slight hum, and stares at the store that had been before him, closed to the public. A store which, at this time, had no door before it. ]


[ Wildcard ]

[ Anything else you can think of? Toss at me or PM me. ]

Surprise! I.

[wenhealer]

(She averts her eyes when she first sees him, her cheeks burning in embarrassment for...both of them. A towel is wrapped firmly around her, but the fabric is woefully short and so her legs are bare. She has every intention of letting him be - how can she help him or anyone? - until she sees those scars.)

What happened? (Horror colors her tone and Wen Qing temporarily forgets that she is practically naked.) Your back...?

Jin Guangyo | The Untamed | 4th Wall

[colludes]

Arrival/Rescue him before he gets to the spa or don't

Finding himself on an unfamiliar shoreline was...unsettling to say the least given his last memory was leading Huaisang out of the banquet to talk about whatever his latest trouble was. Still, he found his feet, trying to dust himself off and right his clothing before taking stock of his surroundings.

Strange, and then his footsteps led him towards the buildings, or at least until he encounters an odd statue, who was joined by others that propelled him towards the sauna, his protests quiet but firm. Not that it did any good.

[Wildcards are totally welcome. Come at me.]

[taintedpeony]

Jin Guangyao, who was finally getting used to his new name of Jin Ziyao was on his way back from his job at the clothing shop. He was well acclimatized to the world by now having, spending nearly six months in this place. He was dressed in a mix of modern and ancient clothing in the colors of his sect, a vermillion mark between his brows denoting him a member of the Jin clan.

By the time he passed by the spa he spotted what looks like a cultivator, in a towel and a hat, the familiar clan marking making him stop, though he usually greeted newcomers fairly easily. Liking to be helpful in settling people into this strange land.

"Hello, pardon me if I am rude, but might you need some assistance? You look as if the Metal puppets have gotten to you," he stated with a bow.

Hapi | Fire Emblem: Three Houses [4W]

[obviouslyhapi]

arrival

[ Typical. One minute she's just walking around in Abyss, minding her own business, and the next she's tripping into the ocean and washing up on shore. ]

Ugh. [ Coughing, she gets to her feet. ] Whoever built Garreg Mach must've been really bored, and really needed another creative outlet.

[ And, not that she's exactly one for neatness and propriety or anything like that, but being soaked with saltwater and covered in sand? Gross.

And then there's the robot. Hapi gasps and takes a few steps back. The only robot-like thing she's ever seen are from the Holy Tomb, and they're not friendly. ]

Easy there, little murder golem. I didn't ask to show up here, so if you tell me where to go to get back home, that'd solve both our problems.

[ Help. ]


stitches get glitches

[ After getting settled in, Hapi eventually found a coffee shop. With pastries.

Heck. Yes.

Everything is fine until her chair disappears, and she lands on her backside, and her pastry lands on the floor next to her.

She inhales deeply, holds it in for a second, and lets it out in a groaned, sad complaint— ]

I was really enjoying that!

[ She doesn't even try to get up yet. Why bother? She'll just have to face the fact that her pastry is now effectively dead, and she'll have to buy another one. So first, she'll just grieve a little, looking both sad and grumpy as she scowls at her beloved snack. ]


wildcard

[ hmu here or at punnyinpink

i am voicetesting hapi! i just finished an azure moon run, so i'm gonna go with that for hapi ]

glitches!

[bestswordmaster]

[Felix certainly doesn't get pastries when he comes here, but he does get coffee. He's in line to order when he hears the thump and the complaining, in a voice that's vaguely familiar to him. He turns and blinks, abandoning the line to go stand next to her and peer down at her, hands on his hips.]

I know you. Hapi, right? You're lying on the floor.

[(Thanks, Felix, this was crucial information she definitely didn't have before you gave it to her.)]

Gocheau | Helix Waltz [4W]

[graveneighbor]

arrival on the shore

[ Clearly, he is dead.

Clearly. Demons can only survive underwater for three days, so clearly he spent more than three days underwater, and this is the underworld.

It's pretty nice.

There's a mechanical thing telling him to get up and go to town, but for right now, Gocheau is happy to sit on the sand and watch the waves roll in gently, a smile on his face. ]

Death is so peaceful. I'm so glad. No more waiting for death. It's already here.


let XxXxXx be your guide

And here we have the Tug-Tug Boathouse. Boating is a great way to feel like you're floating along in a coffin, on the way to the other shore, assuming this isn't the other shore already.

[ It doesn't seem that way to him. No one ever said anything about needing to get a job after death, so maybe this is a midpoint, a waystation on the journey.

Also, he's new, so he has no idea why he was made a tour guide. The uniform doesn't bother him, even though it exposes his entire upper body. The weather is nice enough, and overall he just doesn't mind.

What does strike Gocheau as strange is the way his companion here looks at him. Sure, demons' emotions influence humans' emotions, but this feels different. ]

...am I doing especially terribly? Ah, at least Shatina isn't here to beat me up for it.


wildcard

[ go for it! punnyinpink if you want to plot before you tag o/ ]

arrival

[naotorious]

Um, hate to break it to you, but you're not dead. [ Nao thinks. He hopes. He'd been here for almost a year now. There shouldn't be a sense of time with death or something, right?

In any case, a robot kindly asked Nao to help this guy out which the human obliges. Although, this is the first time he's seen such a reaction. Usually people arrive exasperated. He sits next to him, towel and spare clothes from the robot on hand for the other to take. ]

It's going to get more chilly, so why don't I show you around?

Father Maxwell | Gundam Wing: Frozen Teardrop [4W]

[priestified]

I. Arrival
(OTA)

[ Why the fuck is he on a beach? Not that soaking wet and covered in sand is the most unusual situation Maxwell has woken up to, but Mars doesn't have oceans like this, let alone white sandy beaches... so where the hell is he? And what did he sleep through this time?

He trudges through the sand, away from the waves and towards what he hopes might be humanity, tipping seawater and a shred of kelp out of his wide-brimmed hat as he goes. His dark, heavy priest's garb clings to him uncomfortably. A quick pat of his drenched coat pockets confirms that, indeed, his cigarettes are trashed. All in all, a perfect set of circumstances to make this kindly-looking older gentleman very grouchy.

Forgive him, but the friendly smile and amiable tone of his voice all seems a little forced when he addresses the first person he comes across. ]

Hey, pal. Yeah, you. What planet am I on?

II. Gundam Cabin
("cast"mates)

[ So apparently all his old buddies have gathered up and got themselves a little fuck cabin in this place. That's nice.

He hasn't run across every one of them yet, but once they spot him, they are sure to be wondering how the hell this strange old man got in their kitchen. And why he's cursing their newfangled fancy alien coffee machine instead of robbing them blind or something practical like that. ]

Oh, come on. Three buttons to brew black coffee? You gotta be shittin' me.

[ Don't ask where he got that fresh cigarette dangling precariously from his lips as he curses the machinery. ]

It's a cabin invasion ..

[braidedwonder]

[ The younger Maxwell.. well. He's stumbling free of Wufei's room with a little mumbled something toward the energetic little dog who's spinning circles for her breakfast at his feet. Duo is quite barely awake at this point, though he hardly worries about it considering.. who will jump him here other than people he knows, by all assumption?

The others knew better than to talk to him before he's had coffee and snuck off for a cigarette, at any rate.

Which is why Duo comes to freeze as he hears a voice he recognizes and yet doesn't coming from the direction of the coffee machine, immediately on guard and reaching for anything he can find that's sharp before he asks, accusingly : ]

Who the hell're you messin' with our coffee machine?

Astrid Beck | Critical Role [4W]

[verbrannt]

Astrid coughs as the sea tumbles her forth, the taste of salt water vile in her mouth. All of her is soaking wet, dark leathers and wool heavy with water as she struggles towards a sandy shore, dragging her down like lead weights on her limbs. She's fought through worse things.

Her irritation is complete upon seeing where she's landed; why had the island seen fit to suddenly drag her back into into its depths, only to spit her back out again? To remind her of her position here, to add to the humiliation of - all of it? It is frustrating - insulting enough to curtail the power she had fought and worked and sacrificed for her entire life, only to tease that she may get some of it back by participating in carnal activities. She is a pawn. Worse, a toy.

Striding sure-footed over the sand, she sweeps her arm forward in bruising annoyance, and the salt and water and sand and grime begins to lift away, banished from her person in an instant. It's meaningless, a parlor trick. But useful, and, at least, still hers.

As she comes away from the beach, she stops suddenly, blinking at the path before her with a strange realization...that she cannot remember the way to the place where she had been living. The memory of it: the basic interior, a handful of rooms, sparsely decorated, the dirty white of the exterior and a shockingly bright blue door - all of that seemed clear. But how to get there...that piece is strangely, awkwardly gone.

Astrid considers the path for a long moment. The hole in her memory, paired with coming up from the sea, is troubling. But not a mystery she can solve immediately. She needs her notes, her journals, her spells.

She picks a direction that seems most likely, and starts walking.

[blumenthal]

That the direction Astrid chooses eventually leads her to cross paths with Caleb must be purely coincidence. Or perhaps some subconscious memory? Either way, it's as Caleb is leaving the cafe in the entertainment district he prefers, a steaming cup of to-go coffee in hand, that he sees her weaving between buildings with a familiar determination in her step and irritation in the tight set of her shoulders.

It doesn't matter that he has begun to see her on a somewhat regular basis over the last year; he feels the same startled clench in his heart every time. And though he has known all along that this could happen in theory, seeing her here is like seeing a ghost. Astrid doesn't belong in a place like this. Yet here she is. She must have only just arrived, or surely he would have seen her by now--if he hadn't found her first, she surely would have found him.

Dressed lightly for the warm weather, Caleb hurries to meet her. He's not quite in time to intercept her path, but he does call after her in Zemnian: "Are you running late for something?"

Ophelia Mardoon | Critical Role | 4th Wall

[hedonistic_ambitions]

I. Arrival:

Ophelia is disgruntled to put it politely. A self-made woman of her position washed up on the beach like a common drunkard is not becoming. As waves crash upon the shore, the tiefling stomps out across the wet sand, arms out at her sides, fingers in a clawed position as the water drips from them. Her heavy lipstick coated to lip snarls up, displaying two extremely sharp and elongated canines as she all but hissed in annoyance.

Ankle-length obsidian hair swayed heavily and waterlogged, slick between two coiled back, long horns, all the way down her back, while two pointed grey ears poked through at the side of her head. Her eyes, pupilless and a bright golden yellow, were eerie and menacing as they glared towards anyone nearby.

"Give me that!" She spat out the command, all but snatching a towel from one of the tiny Warforged robots. Again, cursing in Zemnian with her thick, irritating accent. Tipping her head aside as she pats her hair to dry it before it became too unkempt from the sail water.

She wasn't exactly dressed for the beach. Peeling off her deep shaded vermillion colonial coat, the epaulets swaying draped it over a bent arm, the rest of her attire hugging her perfect lith yet curved figure. Hips swaying in a sashay as she made her way towards you. "You there, come, I need your assistance immediately."


II. Let XXX Be Your Guide:

Ophelia wasn't backward in coming forwards. She was a woman who knew what she wanted and had no problems in getting it either. You hadn't even been showing her around for long before she started to give you a certain look. Those solid hues of colour just scanning you from head to toe, licking over her bottom lip as she listened to you talk. She seemed fascinated with you more than what you had to say in all honesty.

Though she never really spent time there, Ophelia was well versed in how things worked in The Landlocked lady, the brothel was a Mardoon ran establishment, after all. So the more places around the nameless Island that you showed her, the more she decided it was best to treat this place as one of her family's businesses. She wanted her abilities and belongings back as soon as possible and she was willing to go hell for leather to achieve this feat. Why not cross off a couple of squares while you're on duty?

"Stop talking and entertain me instead. Let's see if we can put that mouth of yours to better use, hm?"


III. Wildcard:
[ ooc: feel free to run into Ophelia around the Island in various locations. Got your own idea of how they meet? Just toss it in here and I'll run with it! Or just pm to plot? ]

Artagan | Critical Role | 4th Wall

[capricious_faelord]

I. Arrival:

There's someone lounging on the beach, looking like they belong here, a little too at ease with the situation. Their long lanky form draped across what looks like a makeshift sun lounger, sipping a drink from a coconut shell as three little robots fan them down with palm leaves. A big bushy main of orange hair, tucked behind elongated thin pointy ears, a pair of dark sunglasses perched over the bridge of their nose, their long, narrow eyebrows extending over the top of the shades as they seem to not have a care in the world.

Someone apparently arrived with all of their powers and abilities, kind of lucky wouldn't you say? And so, settling in hasn't been as hard as it might be on others. Still, this is being treated like a little vacation, a break from the mundane and such.

"That's it darling, get it all out." He called out while peeping over the top of his shades as some more, less fortunate newbie who was currently crawling out of the sea, coughing up a lungful of seawater. "Actually, tone it down a little, you're putting me off my drink...Ew." Holding the coconut out to the side before tipping it up and pouring what was left inside of it, out into the sand.

II. Let XXX Be Your Guide: (time skip shenanigans!)

Arty hadn't been here long, but he'd already been roped into showing some of the newbies around. And when I say roped I mean he thought it would be funny to see what he could get away with. That and he just wanted to try on one of the tiny little uniforms, which might I add, he looked fucking wonderful in!

"-And so you see, to that's why lubrication is a step that one should never skip. Are there any questions?" Finishing off a little tour and opening the floor to some Q and A's, steepling his long, nimble fingers together as he grinned from ear to ear, happy and content that his tour around the various places of the Island was one the newcomers wouldn't forget in a hurry. Of course, he had pumped them full of misinformation and lies about everything just doing his part to spread a little chaos.

III. Wildcard:

There happens to be a new animal life form scampering around the Island. People talking about a little red devil that happened to crawl up their leg and bit them, or skittered out of their bedroom window hissing and spitting at them. Whatever the rumor was, the one thing they all had in common was the reported sighting of a crimson weasel.

[ ooc: Arty can probably be found stalking the critical role kids in their respective homes, he's creepy like that. He can also be seen around the Island in the form of a little crimson weasel, a hooded figure, or a very extravagant ginger with just fabulous hair. ]

I.

[leetle]

[Jester's on one of her semi-regular beach walks, not so much looking for newbies to help out as much as she is beachcombing and looking for pretty walks, when she feels a small commotion from her shoulder; Sprinkle's tiny, sharp claws scrabble against her hood in a sudden, rather desperate attempt to escape. She gasps, her back turned to the figure in the beach chair, and reaches up to grab the weasel with both hands before he can wriggle free of her collar, and brings him down in front of her face to stare at him in confusion.]

Hey, what the hell, man! Why are you freaking out all of a sudden like that?

[Her voice carries across the mostly-empty beach as she tries to figure out why Sprinkle, who has been extra docile and chill since she arrived on the island, is suddenly acting like he's seen a ghost...]

eadwulf grieve | critical role | 4w

[eadwulf]

arrival/false memories

it had been several long, grueling months for eadwulf and caleb.

the two had once been a roaring flame, brought to steam and ashes by the world and their circumstances, but here now, eadwulf had seen an opportunity to rekindle, and he'd snatched it up before it had a chance to disappear. fights, long talks, shed tears of disappointment and frustration, all of it had lead to this wonderful place of contentedness and peace. while wulf and caleb still have things to work out, the hard work is paying off, and he'll consider himself happy for that.

today, eadwulf, with a head full of false memories, finds himself on the beach, though he can't remember how he'd gotten there. his clothes are a little wet, and there's a towel in his hands, but he chalks that up to island weirdness. it wouldn't be the first time he's had to find his way home after the augur had decided on how he'd be spending his day. he wonders for a moment if he can contact caleb, but his bracelet is missing too. the wizard gives a frustrated sigh, running his hand over his face before he starts off in the sand, doing his best to try and locate something he recognizes. maybe one of the nein? maybe a stranger can direct him where he needs to go.

anyone.

[blumenthal]

Caleb's suspicions have led him to the beach, not for the first time. The Nameless Island is strange at the best of times, but the last few days have proven to be something especially out of the ordinary. It's been stormy, and the beach had been off limits, and earlier Caleb had seen Astrid, so--

So seeing Eadwulf's familiar broad form trudging along the sand toward him is somehow both startling and expected. Resolved, Caleb goes to meet him. Wulf is dressed unseasonably for the weather in comparison to Caleb's lightweight clothing, and all that fabric must be heavy while it's still logged with seawater.

When they're close enough to speak, he draws up short. Even the bittersweet twist in his chest he always feels when they encounter one another can't convince him to reach out first this time, after everything in the last year.

"Wulf," he says, sounding equal parts relieved and wary as he speaks in their native tongue, "You are still soaked."

Alucard Tepes | Castlevania | ota, m/f or m/m for smut (4W)

[dhampirheir]

[Alucard's canon point for this is pre-season 3 finale]

1. Arrival:

Unlike most of the others emerging from the water, this one doesn't appear to be struggling to catch his breath. He does, however, look quite disgruntled at being utterly soaked. Draped in a black overcoat with a white, form-fitting shirt underneath. Said shirt is made of silk so fine and thin that it's nearly translucent and see-through when the water makes contact with it. He might as well be wearing nothing at all under that large black coat. It clings to his bare skin indecently, molding a body that could have been cut from pure marble.

His frame is somehow muscular and lithe at the same time. Although there's no hiding the fact that power is built into his every graceful movement. Long legs encased in black leather so tight it might as well be painted onto him. The thing that quite possibly bothers him the most at the moment is the state of his nearly knee-high and now waterlogged riding boots.

Alucard is ethereal by nature with long blonde tresses of hair that look soft as spun sunlight. Somehow there's volume to it even when soaking wet. It's probably what keeps him from looking like a drowned rat.

Strikingly handsome features with eyes that give off a golden glow.

By the time he reaches the beach, the sensation of water in his boots bothers him to the point where he stops to take them off and carries them in one hand. Not surprisingly, his feet are as pale as the rest of him.

He's a vain asshole, but he's also taking in his surroundings. Noting others emerging from the water. He'll make his way towards the robots unless otherwise interrupted. Somehow, he has a feeling he's not in Wallachia anymore.

2. Let XXX Be Your Guide

Alucard is quite good at schooling his face into a blank mask. He's had years of practice at it. However, the mention of certain 'Auspicious Acts' that spill from his mentor's mouth while they're touring the area earn a reaction very few have ever seen from the handsome and composed dhampir.

It's very subtle at first. The slight lift of an elegant, blonde brow. Just the one for starters. Then, the other. As more and more filthy and degenerate acts are mentioned, those golden eyes of his sloooowly start to widen a fraction of an inch at a time.

He's the son of a doctor and a scholar, he's perfectly aware of what humans get up to when they feel the 'urge' so to speak, but some of the acts are quite shocking for a man who just stepped out of the 1400s.

He's only focusing on the words, his mind spinning as he tries to connect the dots. It takes a bit longer for him to notice the flare of heat and arousal building within him. Suddenly, his fine clothes feel as rough as a potato sack. His skin itches and his body burns.

"I'm sorry - what was that last act you mentioned?"

With how pale his skin happens to be - the color of alabaster stone - any hint of color would immediately be noticeable and right now his cheeks are slowly turning a vibrant shade of red.

Christ on a stake, he's blushing.

3. Wildcard:

Feel free to find him anywhere and interact with him.

2 with a dash of 1!

[belmonts]

"What? Alucard, are you even listening to me?"

Folding his arms across his chest with a heavy sigh before shaking his head and pinching the bridge of his nose. It was bad enough that Trevor had found himself washed up here in the first place but now Alucard of all people was here too? He wanted to laugh at him, mock the way he washed up on the beach, taking his boots off like the vain bastard he was. Trevor remembers almost drowning, dragging around his heavy cloak and one of the most uncomfortable nights sleep he's had in his life.

Okay, no, so he was kinda happy to him? Just, under different circumstances would have been much better. It was humiliating and embarrassing and the Belmont knew Alucard would be spitting feathers simply from the fact it was him having to explain all this shit to him.

"Look, I've not even been here long myself and I don't even know what half of this even says, let alone what it is." Flashing his bracelet at the Dhampir, showing him his own A5 card with another heavy sigh. "You'll just have to suck it up and learn fast, like the rest of us."

The slight change in colour to those perfectly pale cheeks hasn't gone unnoticed, Trevor was just being a little harsh on account of how awkward he felt, what with having to be the one to explain all of this. He just wanted to go back to his little pit of woe and drink until he fell asleep. Though... He couldn't very well just leave Alucard to fend for himself here, they'd bloody well eat him alive. "C'mon, we'll go over all of this again, over a drink this time."

Lioriley | Original | TDM

[invigorates]

I. ARRIVAL
It was more shock than anything else that had the small, dark skinned elven woman struggling to pull herself from the sands of the beach, her dark eyes cast downward with a look of confusion likely seen upon most new arrivals. But despite the way her dress and long, white hair clung to her slender frame, she did not seem to shiver; as if unperturbed by the cold that should have whipped through her from the sudden removal from the water.

Eventually - whether of her own accord, a robot's, or a kindly passerby's - she stood, staring blearily up at the city in the distance. The glowing lines coiled around her limbs pulsed quickly; rhythmic, in time with the rapid beating of her heart as the confusion turned to a bit of panic because this didn't make sense. Whatever this was. And before she realized what was happening she was being carted off toward the spa, her eyes wide and locked on the nearest human...oid person nearby. Help?

Or don't help! And find her after the spa treatment, still confused but now in pristine condition with nothing but a towel around her. She didn't particularly care if anyone saw her nude, since she had nothing to hide, but that didn't really make it any more appropriate to wander a city barefoot and naked.

"I suppose that was not...entirely unpleasant." At least she smelled nice??? "Though I would be grateful if you could assist me in finding something more suitable to wear. Please."


II. LET XXX BE YOUR GUIDE
She had found clothing somewhere between the spa and the sudden arrival of her new mentor guide, which only scarcely assuaged any uncertainty and confusion she felt. At least having another person nearby was nice; comforting in the sense that she could actually speak to them and actually get some answers.

"There is a library here?" She asked, laser focused on that singular aspect. Books were nice, familiar, comforting. "I would very much like to see it, if you would be so kind as to direct me."

She may have been actively ignoring the suggestions of Auspicious acts that could be done, as well as the sultry pull of her guide's voice that sent heat coiling in her belly every time they spoke. It had to be her imagination - though she knew full well it was not. And at some point she realized they had been speaking to her; her hazy mind lost for those brief few moments before she snapped back to attention, her dark cheeks a deep purple now with a rush of heat.

"I apologize, I seemed to have lost myself a moment. What did you say?"


III. WILDCARD
i'll do whatever just yell at me!! also here's a quick info link

let xxx be your guide

[zunge]

Noiz makes for a terrible guide. The only reason he's bothering with this is the credits. It's Lioriley's lack of luck that she winds up with someone like him as her guide.

Something about her apology irks him, causing Noiz to tense up his shoulders in annoyance. "I said we're almost there." Lo and behold, it's visible at a distance now. A large, looming structure that while majestic the way some old structures in Greece and Italy are, has definitely seen better days.

taichi | escape journey | 4w

[prepped]

i. ARRIVAL

( one minute taichi is asleep, the next he's coughing up salt water and crawling on a beach. he doesn't remember coming to the beach in spite of talking about it recently with naoto. he isn't really sure what to make of the robots (what even?) or the bracelet (he doesn't put it on) and wanders aimlessly along the beach trying to figure out where he even is (because he's pretty sure this isn't japan anymore, toto.

eventually, he winds up at the spa and partakes in the amenities. taichi thinks it's a good idea, for now, to get cleaned up so he can figure out what's going on and find... someone he might know. or, at the very least, get some more information.

except, after a soak in a bath his clothes are nowhere to be found. just a little scrap of a towel that barely covers his modesty. white-knuckle clutching it around his hips he peers around every corner, his brows dipped in annoyance. )

Oi! Anyone? Someone made off with my clothes!

ii. GLITCHES

( not that taichi has resolved himself to staying here, but he's here for now and going to deal with it as best he can. he feels awkward now, knowing the things he knows about this place and wants to go home. but, since he's stuck for the time being, he wanders into a cafe to get something to eat and figure out some sort of plan.

after getting his coffee and pastries, he sits near the window and stares out listlessly. he's there not even five minutes before he hears that strange little sound, feels the crackling of static across his skin and then... well, nothing but a cool breeze as his shirt is suddenly gone. )

What the— ( he looks down, annoyed, then around the cafe like someone took it from him. ) What the hell's with this place and taking my clothes?!

( which he barely snaps out before that same sound sizzles again and the chair he's sitting in disappears and he rolls backward into the next table. )

iii. WILDCARD

( feel free to toss something my way or hmu via pm to talk about something else! )

arrival with a touch of "guide"

[naotorious]

[ Whenever there's a new wave of people, Nao would head to the shore and help out anyone who may be having a problem with the robots who are just trying to help. Doing this has been giving Nao a pretty good idea of just how long he's been here. It's already pushing a year, he thinks.

Also of course, there's the off-chance that he'd see someone from home. It's happened once before with Taichi - a short lived reunion that was both a mix of relief but also guilt on Nao's part. Since then, he's had a few more experiences, usually forced by this dumb island, with others with some ground rules he's established himself. Mainly, no kissing. He hasn't kissed anyone in months and isn't looking to break that streak until he sees his boyfriend again.

The "uniform" Nao was issued is hardly called such but he can't argue how comfortable these compression pants actually are. Same goes for the top to give him an overall fitness instructor vibe. Although Nao isn't one to really go to the gym...like, ever. He's not sure what the robots are going for but if they're trying to tell him to gain some muscle, they wouldn't be the only ones.

So, there he is, greeting a wave of new people and directing them where to go with his usual chipper energy and vibe just to put them at ease. Once they're out of sight, he plans to wait by the shore until it would get super late, just like all of the other times. The yearning hasn't gone away one bit.

He's about to head back when one of the robots told him about the ones that got roped into going to the spa and still may not have gotten the full explanation of things. Instead of telling the robot off, Nao obliges...he could use a soak himself, anyway. He's about to go undress but stops. To say that the voice he just heard strikes a chord in his heart would be an understatement. Nao ditches the usual spa etiquette and just runs in the direction of where the voice is coming from without even changing out of his "uniform". Either it's Taichi or someone who sounds like Taichi, or Nao has officially gone insane this time. For the sake of seeing the one person he'd been missing for months, he's willing to risk looking like an idiot (it's not much of a risk tbh, just being real).

His glasses get fogged up from the spa so he almost collides into him after turning the corner. Nao's about to apologize, taking his glasses off with the intention of clearing it up but he just holds onto it when his eyes lands on Taichi.

For all he knows, this could just be another trick. Maybe what he's seeing isn't actually his boyfriend but some illusion or even hallucination. It wouldn't have been the first time the island has messed with its residents, after all.

Nao steps closer to Taichi, finally hugging him tight while waiting for something to hit him or pop out to say, "just kidding!" or something. He isn't going to be able to hide his tears anymore once he pulls back and they they make eye contact again. ]

...you're really here. [ Or rather, "You're back." But if Taichi remembered his last experience here, then he would have met up with Nao at his apartment already. ]

Shang Qinghua | Scum Villain's Self-Saving System [4W]

[stupidauthor]

Glorious Arrival

[ Shang Qinghua arrives on the shore with all the dignity of a half-drowned cultivator dragging himself out of the water, clothed in robes that are very much not designed for swimming. He spends a few seconds coughing towards the ground, not entirely certain if he's about to lose his afternoon snack to the sand underneath him.

Wait... sand?

He lifts his head and looks around.

... Where is this? Where is this?! This isn't Cang Qiong Mountain! In fact he's pretty sure this isn't anywhere in Proud Immortal Demon Way at all! He never came up with a beach or a river bank that looks like this! Where is he now?! He still looks likes Shang Qinghua, so it's not that the System sent him home... ]

Aiyah, what's going on now...?

[ System, someone, please explain! ]


Receiving a Helping Hand

[ If he isn't rescued from the robots in time, Shang Qinghua can instead be found at the spa, having been escorted and not having any better option but to follow. (From a safe distance. Just to be sure they aren't going to attack.) Once there it doesn't take very long before he suddenly bursts out of the massage room, trying to throw on his still wet and sandy robes as quickly as he can, his face bright red. ]

I-I don't think that's what a massage is supposed to be like! Actually, I'm quite certain it's wrong! Who programmed you to do such a thing?!

[ Even if he's the author of one of the most shameless novels on Zhongdian, that doesn't mean he can't shame the person who programmed a robot to give random people a hand job!

(Did a man trying to redress himself in antiquated robes just admit that he knows what "programming" is? Don't worry about it, don't worry about it.) ]


In Need of Guide

[ When approached by someone in a guide uniform offering to help, Shang Qinghua will do what any reasonable person would do under the circumstances: turn bright red, cover his eyes, and then sneak peeks at the person talking to him anyway as he attempts to hold a conversation. ]

I, ah, appreciate the offer but, ah, your clothes are perhaps a little...


Wildcard

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Glorious Arrival

[softheartedshizun]

[ What was that sad sack of pathetic human mush out there on the beach? Shen Qingqiu strolled over to check it out, and recognized a familiar face. What a surprise, also, what an annoyance. But, it could be worse. ]

Welcome to hell.

Felix Fraldarius | FE3H | OTA [4W]

[bestswordmaster]

I. A Whole New Felix

Felix, captain of the guard for the ruler of an undersea kingdom, loathes the surface world. The sun is too bright, everything is too loud, and humans range from boring to irritating to outright offensive. But a patrol is a patrol, so here he is, both swords strapped to his back and his long, dark hair loose as he emerges from underwater a little ways out from the shoreline, fully visible to anyone who might be there on the beach for whatever reason. Teal fish scales glitter in the sunshine along his bare shoulders, neck, and upper back.

He spots someone in the shallows or getting into the water and scowls, drawing a blade and approaching as close as he can without actually hitting the shoreline.

"This is our ocean. Stay out."


II. Let Felixxx Be Your Guide

Felix has no intention of actually doing this ridiculous job the automata have decided he should be doing, despite having to wear this outfit they gave him because they took his clothes while he was in the bath, claiming they had to be cleaned very thoroughly. Whatever.

Nonetheless, he kept the map, because he honestly hasn't done much exploration of the city at all and figures he might as well learn where everything is, even if only to know what places to avoid in the future.

So if anyone happens to run into Felix, wearing skintight leather pants, a similarly skintight sleeveless midriff mock turtleneck, and biker boots, he may not want to guide them anywhere, but the second he talks to them they might insist...

I

[dadministrator]

There's something to be said for coming to the ocean to relax. Something about it is just..... revitalizing, in a way he can't seem to recapture anywhere else. His own tiresome, deafening thoughts seem to be drowned out by the gentle roar of the waves, and the water's cool embrace effortlessly steadying him and buoying him up..... It would be difficult not to feel lighter, more serene. The ocean is powerful, unfathomable, endless; immersed in it like this, he's tiny and insignificant, little more than a speck of dust carried on the waves.

He hadn't expected to be interrupted out here. Seteth can't help but startle at the glitter of a bared blade approaching from deeper water, one hand emerging as though he could simply ward the man away. "A-apologies, I hadn't realized I was tres--"

Wait. Wait, what? He hadn't recognized him at first, with his hair spilling long and loose, and those shining scales casting his complexion in a different light. But those intense eyes, that curt demand, that sword--it couldn't be. Could it? But isn't it too much of a coincidence to be anyone else? They are able to be transformed on the Augur's whim, aren't they?

For a moment, Seteth simply stares in silence as he abruptly cuts himself off, bewildered. "Felix?"

Hubert von Vestra | FE3H | [4W]

[sourcery]

A: Arrival

[There is something quite unseemly about washing up on shore like so much refuse, and Hubert can't help but feel a bit irritated as he takes a moment in the sand to try and wring out his clothes and get to some sort of presentable state. He also takes that moment to try and figure out where he is - certainly not where he was when he went to bed (maybe Linhardt was wrong about that whole "getting some rest" business, if he's just going to wake up somewhere else).

Clearly there's been a massive hole in his intelligence, if he allowed himself to get kidnapped (if that's even what happened - perhaps he was warped?). He'll have to correct that after he returns to the monastery, but his overriding concern right now is determining if Edelgard is here, and eliminating any threats to her safety.

Before he can so much as take a step, though, a robot is suddenly grabbing his arm - and gets Miasma'd for its trouble. Hubert watches as the robot is cast aside in a jumble of whirring parts, only for a few more to take its place.]

...So the enemy has sent automatons after me. Is that it?

[He does not seem interested in listening to what they have to say. Care to intervene?]

B: Let XXX Be Your Guide - Mentee

[The idea of taking a guided tour is, frankly, absurd to Hubert, but it's also a way of intelligence gathering in its own right. He even gets a map, though it's the oddest map he's ever seen (what are all these... objects on it? Why does it suggest so many sex acts?). Still, it's better to have something over nothing.

He goes to whoever the robots point out as his guide, possibly slipping up behind them while they're unawares, because that's how he tends to approach people.]

I believe you are to be my mentor. I hope for your sake that you have something useful to impart.

[But don't worry, he doesn't mean that as a threat! ...Probably.]

C: Let XXX Be Your Guide - Mentor

[If he's going to be staying here for any amount of time, then the reality is that he needs money, and he'd rather find other ways to do it than completing these "Auspicious Acts." So here he is, now that he's seen enough of this city, prepared to show people around as needed.

Once again, he approaches someone, this time a person in need of a guide, possibly from behind.]

Looking for someone to show you around?

[And without waiting too long, he'll start to walk ahead, gesturing for them to follow.]

Come along. Best not to dawdle.

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I'M HERE TO TORMENT U (also b)

[madjesty]

[ Look, helping out new arrivals is just fine with Dimitri. Really, he's even been doing that way before the robots made it into an organized affair, with uniforms that quite frankly barely fit him around the chest and shoulders; he's seen this material before, and he understands it seems to be made especially for swimming and prolonged diving, but... "Shark Skin", really? How many more savage animals can be possibly be?!

Well, that's something he can worry about at a later time. Because as he's going through the map, his mentee's voice sounds... oddly familiar, despite how long it's been since he's last heard it.

(There's only one person he's ever known who could so naturally pull off this flair for casual threatening, even when in need of help.) ]

Hubert.

[ It's... not much of a greeting, his eyes narrowing the slightest bit. Suspicion, as is to be expected, but also a fair amount of pondering; how much does he know about? ]

If I have been assigned as your mentor, I presume you are aware of our current circumstances?

Petra | FE3H | Please specify route/canon point you want [4th Wall]

[garreg_much]

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

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

Does she find you still in disarray, covered in sand and dripping with sea water? Or has she allowed the robots to help her clean up, and approaches you wearing nothing but a towel?]

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


A Whole New You: (Let me know just how far mer you want? Tail, tentacles, anything goes~)
[These have always been her home waters. Brigid shines beneath the waves like the most magnificent of pearls, and the caress of the fog is as familiar as a lover's touch. None of it dims her sight or slows her as she swims; Petra darts through the water with utter confidence, drawing ever closer to the island that has long held her fascination.

Are you swimming in the waves, and feel something brush your leg as she passes? Out on a boat, and see a shadow under the surface? Or maybe you're simply out and about on the beach, and happen to feel someone watching you, as she follows along the coastline to observe.]


Let XXX Be Your Guide: (Pick your poison if you want a uniform)
[Are you (reluctantly or enthusiastically) looking for new arrivals the robots bring you to guide around the island? Or are you a bewildered newcomer yourself, being ushered towards a rather distinctly costumed tour guide? Either way, your new companion looks remarkably unruffled, given the situation.]

Are you ready to be going?


Wildcard:
[Hit me up with whatever scenarios or AUs you'd like, and we can work something out!]

Let XXX Be Your Guide | he's post-Black Eagles route, if that matters any!

[nobiliteatime]

[ The appearance of new arrivals has always been cause for consternation to Ferdinand. Who knows which allies or former enemies might arrive at any given point? He has grown so used to seeing the least expected faces from home that he almost expects them.

But this? This is different. That very familiar voice, with that very distinct way of speaking, is coming from a very familiar person wearing very unfamiliar clothes. A style of clothing not at all familiar to him, some sort of uniform he's not used to seeing.

Somehow, despite it covering more than Petra's normal attire, it still catches Ferdinand's gaze, which makes his cheeks redden considerably. ]

Petra?!? As glad as I am to see you, I must ask... how did you end up in such clothes?

[ He says, trying very hard not to stare. It's only sort of working. ]

Manuela Casagandra | Fire Emblem: Three Houses | TDM

[ladylush]

00. Arrival

Emerging onto the beach a dripping mess, Manuela wrung her hair out-thank the Goddess she'd been wearing it short-and took in the sight around her. The battle at Garreg Mach had been hectic, of course, and though fairly certain that she hadn't had anything to drink the night before there was never a *guarantee* that she wouldn't wake up somewhere strange...

But this situation was pushing it. Especially so the strange creatures that quickly swarmed her, handing her this and that before whisking her off towards the Laid Bare Spa, the songstress in far too confused a state to do anything but go where she was asked. She might be encountered en route, enjoying a warm bath at the spa, or making her way *out* wearing only a towel and looking rather put out by the whole ordeal.

II. Let XX Be Your Guide

"Can you just lead me to some clothes-or a drink?" Even the skintight outfit that her assigned mentor-guide was wearing would've been better than only the bath towel wrapped around Manuela now, barely large enough to contain both her bust and hips-resulting in the kind of cleavage she, admittedly, tended towards (Albeit by her *own* design, not by these robots!) And a drink? Well, that always helped.

"I know they gave you a map or... whatever, but you've gotta know the best places on your own, right?" Assuming that the person put in charge of her was knowledgeable might've been a mistake, but Manuela was as of yet unfamiliar enough with the tendency of the robots to simply grab whoever they could and put them up to jobs. Hopefully she wouldn't be led too far astray by this acquaintance.

III. Stitches get Glitches

"Seriously?!"

If the tell-tale buzzing of the glitch hadn't brought attention to Manuela's predicament, her exclamation surely would. Acting as quickly as she could to gain some level of decency, her hands covered her breasts and groin-the woman suddenly laid bare. And only half an hour after, finally, finding some clothing. Things were off to an auspicious start on the island-and in her desperate state, she called out to the nearest passerby.

"Hey-could you help a lady out?" Batting her eyelashes, what Manuela was *hoping* for was something to cover herself with, unaware that it might come across as though she was inviting an entirely different kind of aid.

III

[stillyoursoulmate]

Finding a home had been an interesting adventure. Though, Wei Wuxian had found a good place and now they were both exploring the island itself. Bichen was at his side, gripped in his hand as he walked. Of course, he doesn't expect to hear a woman's voice not that far from him.

He manages, somehow, to keep his composure when he notes that she is indecent. Outer robes are removed and he turns his back, handing the robe to her. It would be something she could use to cover herself up with. He was glad that Lans wore more than a few layers.

He would not turn to face her until she was decent.

T'Challa / Star-Lord | Marvel's What If...? | OTA | [4W] (cw: potential spoilers)

[neverflysolo]

00. RE-ARRIVAL?
[Oh, it's that time again? T'Challa notices comments on the network through the day about the new people arriving, and wonders how many the Augur has brought today. With the fog coming in, he's stayed mostly in the hangar with his ship, the Mandela, but decided to venture out. Better to greet newcomers soonest, isn't it? They were all in this situation together.

The beach tends to be very busy on days like this, so he keeps back to not be a nuisance of himself, looking around in case anyone might need help.

The fact that his memories are somewhat hazy about when the last time was he had done this doesn't matter to him, for some reason. All he knows is that this is a typical thing for him to do. Why wouldn't he greet the new people as they come from the ocean and help them get settled if they need it?]

Hello. Welcome to the Island. I'm sure this all must seem very confusing for you.


II. LET XXX BE YOUR GUIDE
[The robots have been scarce in the last couple of days, but that didn't stop one from dragging T'Challa off the street to be a mentor and a guide to someone else. He raises an eyebrow at the thing, which seems to be busy shoving a bag at him filled with "tools" for being said guide, including a map, flashlight--what did they think they would need it for...?--and other items...]

You could have just asked.

[Or maybe they didn't ask because they knew the "uniform" was something he would have refused had he been given a chance to do so. But as he'd already been paired with someone, he didn't want to leave another person without a guide...

Ugh.

He could practically hear Yondu's voice somewhere in the universe telling him his kindness did get him into trouble. Imaginary Yondu can keep his comments to himself.

But he still put the uniform on and waited with as the person he'd been paired with arrived. Because he's foolish, but he will rock this uniform with confidence and congeniality.]

Hello. Before we start the tour, is there anything you'd be interested in seeing first? I have a map if you'd like to look it over.


III. GLITCHES AREN'T FIXES
[One of the wings of on his ship disappeared and that was not the strangest thing to occur that day. It still hasn't come back and T'Challa is currently investigating what else has been effected in hopes of figuring out what to do to get it back. He has a likely idea, considering the typical expectations of this world, but that doesn't mean he's not open to alternatives. So if he happens to see you out and about dealing with a similar situation he might just step up and inquire about how it came about.

If he happens to see you in an awkward or compromising position...well, at least he'll be polite about it? Only a little teasing. Promise.]


IV. NETWORK | VOICE | [un:star-lord]

With how aggressively encroaching the fog is becoming and the even more random fluctuations in the world around us, what is being done to ensure everyone is accounted for and in reasonable health?

[His accent is undeniable, but his tone is soft.]

Welfare checks may not be out of place with the current confusion. If someone is in need of assistance, please feel free to contact me. Even if we did not know each other before now, there is no better time than now for making new friends.

[Translation: Assuage his eternal need to be a nosy helper, please?]


V. WILDCARD
{OOC: If none of these prompts suit you, please feel free to create your own! I'll roll with it.

T'Challa is from the new Marvel What If...? series where he is taken to space and grows up to become Star-Lord. He thus will have spoilers for that alternate Marvel-verse. If you do not want any spoilers besides basics of who he is, let me know and I will do my best to keep things as vague as possible.}

III. GLITCHES

[spacedisaster]

[ Peter's been experiencing some issues as well. He was in the Hangar heading to his own ship when things started disappearing. First, it was his right blaster gun, which immediately put him in a shitty mood. No one touches his weapons, okay, that's just rude. And then, when he's walking right past T'Challa, his shirt disappears. It leaves him wearing his leather jacket, though, and the rest of his clothes, but no shoes. ]

Oh great, I look like I belong to the Village People now. [ He looks around to see if maybe his boots are soemwhee int he vicinity, only to spot the otehr man. ] T'Challa? When did you get here?

ronan lynch | the raven cycle + noctium crau [TDM]

[threesecrets]

arrival

[ There's something about the shift that feels familiar in a way he can't entirely explain. A little bit like dreaming, he guesses -- that moment of being suspended between two world and then pushed through. And then it's water, and he's drowning for a moment before he figures out which way is up, pushing his head through the water. He looks around for Gansey or Adam or Jordan almost as a reflex, but he doesn't see any familiar faces.

The other boys are strong enough swimmers that he's sure they'll make it. Surely.

He's just shaking the water from his ears, trying to brush the sand from his soaked and caked clothes, when strange robots wander up like the fucking weirdest sort of welcoming committee. But he supposes it's better than the Burning Crater. He stays on the shore for a while longer, looking for familiar faces but willing to help anyone that seems in need of it.

But after a whole he takes the towels and the bracelet, and finds himself ushered into the Laid Bare Spa. Ronan isn't a fucking moron, so he finds himself with a steadily creeping suspicion of what sort of place he's wound up in. It probably should bother him more than it does, but he hasn't had to break anyone's hand yet, so he's willing to just puzzle through it. Besides, it's not like he's unaccustomed to expectations of intimacy.

Maybe you run across him while he enjoys the spa- sue him but it's a nice change after half-drowning and crawling through the sand. So he's laid out, tattoo exposed instead of mostly hidden under his clothes.

Of course he ends up regretting the indulgence. Eventually he finds himself walking out of the spa with a towel wrapped around his hips and flip-flops on his feet: both of them branded with the Spa's name. He scowls, spotting someone who looks like they've been here a while... or who at least has their clothes on. ]

Tell me there's a place I can get clothes. The robots fucking stole mine.

[He looks like he rather wants to punch someone. Of course, who knows- he might have already tried that approach.]


[ooc- yes, I know this is late. Ronan is strictly m/m for anything racy, PM if you're interested in smut or have any questions. His canon point is chapter eight of TRK + several months spent in Noctium.]

[affection_for_research]

[The sensation of arrival, the strange weightless feeling that twists his stomach reminded him of his fall in the cave, of the edges of one of his panic attacks. Then he's submerged, surrounded by water and that's familiar enough for instinct to take over. Gansey's always loved the water, adored how it lets his mind drift and his thoughts still. He stays under for a few moments, until everything in side him settles, then kicks toward the surface, gasping for breath and searching for his friends.

They aren't there. That pained, twisted feeling in his stomach returns as he heads for shore. The robot is politely thanked, but he ignores the suggestions to go the spa, walking the beach heedless of wet clothes until he's certain that the others aren' there.

Eventually, he listens to the robot's urging and he goes to the spa, accepting the towel with more grace than most people would have expected. He smiles and keeps up the Richard Gansey III facade as he searches for his friends. Finally he gives up on more mundane methods, closing his eyes and trying to find anyone from home. Something tugs him in a particular direction, toward a certain room, and he smiles when he sees Ronan.

He moves quietly, not wanting to disturb him until he's close enough to slide his fingers over the curl of talons along Ronan's lower back.]

Thank God you're here too.