SEPTEMBER 2019 TEST DRIVE MEME

[sodder]

SEPTEMBER 2019 TEST DRIVE MEME

Welcome to September's Test Drive Meme! This month's Test Drive's theme is: CHAOS.

All Test Drive Memes contain at least one clue to the Deerington's upcoming in-game events for the month! Keep your eyes peeled! But...not literally.

Characters may die during TDMs, but you do not need to count it towards a game-canonical death unless you want to. Consider it a freebie. All TDMs can be considered game canon as TDMs introduce minor aspects about the world of Deerington that can be revisited by characters later on in the game. You may also use TDMs for your application writing sample as well as AC.

CW: Torture (emotional and possibly physical), claustrophobia, potential weapon violence (guns, knives, spears, flamethrowers, etc.), possible body horror, emotional manipulation, emojis
Don't forget to tag content whenever necessary. Have fun!

Prompt One
Prompt Two
Prompt Three
Character Arrival
Master Navigation

DICE BLOCK

In case everyone hasn't had enough fun and games to last a life time in the good old town of Deerington, apparently this month brings you one more. Maybe you were just walking through the door to get into your own house, or maybe you were leaving from work — the moment you walk through any door, you'll find that it doesn't open up to the place you were looking for. Instead, you find yourself standing on a giant game board and you seem to be right on the start space. The doors already disappeared behind you, don't bother trying to run back. The only exit is at the end and you'll have to hope you make it there.

But you aren't alone! With you are other unfortunate souls who hopefully weren't just looking for a quick bathroom break. Some of them might look a little worse for wear. What happened? Well, looks like you may have to ask later, because you'll only really have time to exchange names if you don't already know one another before a large screen you didn't notice was hanging from the ceiling will light up. There's a giant image of a typical six-sided game die that's completely stationary. For the moment. Shortly after, a voice will come on over the speakers, echoing in the otherwise fairly empty room. It's overly cheerful, grating, and giggles at the end of every sentence.

Welcome, players! Is this your first time? Yes? Great!
Would you like to hear the rules?
Okay!
Each player will take a turn rolling their die.
You can then move the number of spaces shown — but only those spaces!
You can move forward, backward, right, and left, but not diagonally!
Each space will have a symbol.
The spaces with a clover are lucky spaces! Congratulations! You'll gain some fortune, whether it's an extra turn, moving ahead more spaces, or gaining an important item you can take with you on your journey!
The spaces with the skull are unlucky spaces! Boooooo, that's too bad! You'll befall some grave misfortune here. Hopefully it won't set you back too badly! Make sure to avoid these at all costs!
The spaces with a chest are item spaces! Here you'll be able to win prizes, like medical supplies or weapons! Maybe even a small something from home! Wouldn't that be nice?
Your goal is to make it to the end alive! Good luck! And remember to have lots of fun!

The first player's name will pop up on the screen, before the die will begin to randomly blink between numbers. Eventually it will land on a number. Once the player moves forward and lands on their space, it will repeat for the second player. This will go on until one (or both players) reach the end!

When they said to make sure to not land on an unlucky space, they certainly weren't kidding. Each one seems to come with some sort of random punishment or horror; it can be as light as having to move back a few spaces or go back to the start, or as heavy as breaking a random bone or feeling a blade slice open your skin. Maybe you'll start to slowly turn into a monster or become filled with the desire to kill your opponent. Anything can happen, but it's always going to be bad.

Players who reach the end will be able to go through the door and end up back wherever it was they were intending to go in the first place. Players who lose? Well... It's back to the beginning for you. Time to wait for the next player. Better luck next time.

DANCE DANCE

But what's behind door number two! People are going to start to get tired of walking around in their own houses at this rate. Even if you managed to escape the board game horrors, this new room you've found yourself in doesn't seem much better. In the center is a large TV screen and on the floor in front of it are two pads with arrows pointing in four directions; up, down, left, and right. Anyone who is familiar with Dance Dance Revolution might feel right at home! But fear not, there are instructions on the screen for you to follow if you need them.

Two players only, and you'll have to work together! It's a team dance and you'll want to encourage each other to stay perfectly in sync. The doors won't open until you finish, and should you mess up? Well, look up, friend!

The ceiling is covered in sharp, painful looking spikes and every time someone misses a beat or steps on the wrong arrow, the ceiling will drop down a foot. It's pretty high up there, but miss more than three arrows and you're gonna start to really feel the pressure. The spikes are looking a lot bigger and more ominous than they did when they were all the way at the top. Hopefully you've got some good rhythm.

But this is a good lesson in teamwork! Even the worst dancers might be able to get out of here okay if they've got someone who they can work together with. Maybe their perfect scores will make up for your two left feet. You can only hope you're both so lucky.

THAT'S NOT A "MEH" FACE!

Everyone loves to get a text, don't they? Of course they do! Which is why someone has been kind enough to send out a little special something to everyone's Fluid's this month! There's no name you recognize — in fact, it doesn't even look like a name is attached at all. The sender's identification only looks like this: 🥳

The message you've gotten is pretty simple though! Each person has received a text message with one emoji inside. No rhyme or reason applied! That's... random, isn't it? You can try to text back, but no one will answer, and so you might as well just close your device and forget about it.

Every person who received a text will find that their personality starts to shift. They begin to take on some aspect that's tied to the emoji they received. Did you get a simple smiley face? You're happy and relaxed for the time being! Or maybe a silly face will lead you to become more of a prankster. An eggplant could have someone feeling like sexting a Special Someone. An angry face might get you really riled up, even towards people you love. Did you get a knife? Time to start stabbing. A gun? Those people around you look like really good target practice...

The options are endless. Each emojis effects will last for twenty-four hours or until another emoji is sent from the same user.

Character Arrival

You can read how all characters arrive in Deerington here.

There is not a collective "all these characters showed up at the exact same moment" occurrence in Deerington. Since characters fall asleep, die, or pass out at various times throughout all their worlds, it wouldn't make too much sense if they arrived in game all at the exact same time. There should be some discrepancy between character arrival, whether by a couple minutes, hours, or even days up to a week.

The players are entirely in control of how/when they want to play their characters arriving in Deerington. For TDMs, you can play it like your character has just arrived and that can be maintained as your game canon, or you can wait until game events for that moment. Or you don't need to acknowledge it at all. The flexibility for character allows a bit more of an organic feel to the character arrival situation, so please play it to whatever feels right for you.

If you are interested in having an "arrival" introduction for one of your TDM prompts, you are more than welcome to explore that option.

Comments

QUESTIONS

[sodder]

[whatsmytalentagain]

Hey there! Potential applicant here. I have a few questions pertaining to Rantaro here that I'd like to get out of the way.

1. I read on your FAQ that communicating through physical means such as ASL needs to be learned between characters, but characters can read eachother's texts just fine... After the events of his CRAU, Rantaro here ended up psycologically mute and communicates primarily through writing. Does that count as physical means?

2. I was thinking of having Rantaro's tattoo be antlers that wrap around his neck like a collar, one antler on each side of the neck. Is that allowed?

Larxene | Kingdom Hearts | OTA

[trancheuse]

1) It's like Candy Land, Only Awful
[Well, hey look. She walked through a door and ended up in some strange place, playing a demented game as one of the pieces. That was... what gave? she was the one who subjected people to this kind of thing, not the other way around.

She raised an eyebrow and looked over at her unfortunate partner in crime and grunted.]

Well, don't look at me and expect me to play along like we're teammates, because we're not.

2) Dancing on the Ceiling
[One look up saw the spikes. One look down saw the buttons. One look to the front saw the rules, which were all very very easy to understand, deceptively so. And a look to her right gave her a perfect view of ... whatever idiot she was stuck with.

She snorted and laughed.]

Oh, now this is rich. Let me guess. I'm going to have to carry you on this aren't I? Well, I expect a thank you.

3) No, Seriously, what's wrong with this place?
[She was just staring at this weird, anonymous message that she'd just gotten. There was a symbol in it, one that she might or might not have recognized if she could care about it. She just rolled her eyes in irritation before closing the thing.

Only then could she feel something was a little off, but she wasn't entirely sure what as she walked down the street. When she saw someone, she felt it a bit more strongly, and she practically skipped over to them and just smiled, a bright, childish smile as warm as sunshine. All this while a voice in her mind was screaming in rage.]

Why hello there!

1

[brokendarkness]

[Speaking of teammates]

I rather not have you slowing me down so this works out fine.

[Vanitas stands a few feet behind her, hands clenched loosely into fists at his side. He doesn't like this. He doesn't want to play a long to this stupid game but until he finds a way out of it, there isn't much of a choice. At least, most of the other players look meek aside from the blond in front of him.

Things were less crowded and simple when it was just the old-man and eye-patch...He's glad he doesn't have to work with Sparky or the rest of the organization. He never did work well with others.

Vanitas smirks casually under his mask and gives a nod of his head in the direction of the dice]

We don't have all day so hurry up already.

Terrance Ward || Marvel 616

[traumatizing]

DICE BLOCK

[Okay, this is. Well, it's not great. Literally he woke up about fifteen minutes ago, left the bedroom, and now he's... What is this, Snakes and Ladders? He's disoriented, confused, less scared than he probably should be, and more confused. Something that isn't helped by walking into some kind of Silent Hill meets Mojoworld situation.]

[It takes a moment for him to even realise anyone else is there. His senses are all kinds of messed up and he's honestly got other things at the forefront of his mind. Maybe he's suddenly aware of someone's fear, or they make a noise, or maybe he just tuns his head, but he notices them. And then stands there awkwardly for what feels like ages before he decides to introduce himself.]

Uh, hey. I'm--

[NEVERMIND. There's an important, giggly announcement that definitely has that serial killer vibe about it, and Terry looks around uncertainly. Speaking more to himself than his new pal this time.]

Good thing I love to suffer, apparently.

DANCE DANCE

[Terry is not a dancer.]

[Let's be clear on that. He's got no rhythm, no natural sense of what to do with his body, and boot camp might have made him unlikely to trip over his own limbs, but he's still just a generally awkward guy.]

[So it makes sense that it takes all of ten seconds for him to fuck up the steps. Which is fine! Everybody makes mistakes. What's less fine is hearing something above him, and seeing a ceiling of spikes moving. He would go so far as to say that is the antithesis of fine! Terrible, in fact!]

Is this a joke?

[It's not a joke. He knows that and he hates it.]

WILDCARD[Whatever you want! Let's party!]

[Just as a heads up, one of Terry's powers is that he can sense fear (as in the existence of the feeling, and the specifics of what that fear is of) and I haven't decided how to change that for Deerington yet if at all, so just lmk if you want to not deal with that.]

>> dance dance

[riversofliver]

If it is, it's not a very good one.

[ He just got here and now there's... this. Blinking lights and a death trap overhead. Almost makes him miss the OR, or at the very least the mess in the mess tent.

No, don't be ridiculous. He'd never miss that. ]

Alright, alright... how hard can this be? It's just like, ah... like doing the charleston, only with higher stakes.

Clint Barton | Marvel 616

[itlooksbad]

i. Dance Dance Revolution

This is. This is less than ideal. The bass on the music is loud enough that he can follow along, mostly, and there are the arrows on the screen to help him keep time. But Clint is definitely Not A Dancer.

Oh sure, he can do trapeze tricks and parkour his way around New York for superheroing, but when it comes to day to day things like, you know. Walking? He has a tendency to trip over his own two feet. It's a curse, really.

And those spikes are pretty ominous looking. "So this is not great..."




ii. Character Arrival.

It's not the most disturbing dream he's had? But it's up there. The welcome basket is -- weird, but at least he has his bow. No arrows, so that's kind of a bummer, but he feels better just having it. Like a security blanket.

The thing around his wrist is a confusion. It looks like Stark Tech, but even fancier. So he stands outside of the building he's woken up in (definitely not Bed Stuy, not even New York -- maybe not even Earth?!?!) and pokes helplessly at his Fluid. Trying to make something happen without much success.


iii. Wildcard

[Hit me!]

ii!!

[redweb]

Honestly, when she sees him, she almost thinks it's just-- this town, this place. Another illusion, another lie. Something to get fingers in her chest. But somehow, watching him standing there, poking at his Fluid and she starts to entertain the idea that maybe this isn't another trick, another lie.

She's likely a little bit different than the last time he saw her. Colder, angrier, though it lurks under the surface, the sort of thing she doesn't talk about. Not like she knows anyone well enough for it to matter. No one's sharp enough to pick up on it, so it just festers. "How do you manage to mess up a touch-screen?"

I hope you can learn to stop caring about the people who keep hurting you, she'd written to him in a letter not so very long ago. And yet, she walks over easy as anything, steps silent and light as she brushes red hair behind one of her ears. Some mistakes were hard to resist.

Mami Tomoe | Puella Magi Madoka Magica

[finaletea]

Roll of the Dice

What the-!?

[This certainly wasn’t where Mami expected to end up today. Somehow this place seemed to continue to surprise her despite bracing herself as much as possible. But walking out your front door onto a game board…well there is no prepping for that.

The only thing that seems possible now is unfortunately just to place. She dreads the thought of what could happen, but there isn’t really a choice either?

She turns her attention to the nearest player.]

Are you okay with this?


Emoji Movie

[At first it seems like a harmless text. Just a simple crying emoji. It did concern Mami a little, but when she tried to text back nothing worked. So she tried to write it off as whatever… but it suddenly started to weigh on her mind. A lot.

First she was just a little sad, but it started to get worse and worse. She tries to leave the house to see if she just needs to walk it off, but suddenly tears are in her eyes. She can’t fight back her crying for long and has to stop during her walk to sit down on a bench. Mami tries to hold in as much as she can, but soon she’s breaking into full sobs.

The girl can feel people staring, and she tries to wave it off.]

I-I’m fine….I’m fine… I’m sorry….


Wildcard
((Go for it!))

Emojis for the win

[trancheuse]

[Well, would you look at that? There was someone who was coming up to her out of the crowd. While she was fighting with tears, apologizing, the blonde stepped up straight to her and with a smile plastered almost like a porcelain mask on her face, she reached out and tried to... pat her on the head?

guess what emoji she just got? Larxene's expression was of someone who was smiling in a way that almost looked like she'd break a tooth from grinding, or that she was a person who didn't know how to actually smile genuinely and was attempting it for the first time. The offered headpat was much more gentle, but regardless, she looked anything but pleased right now.]

There... there...

[You could put a little effort into this, Larxene.]

(OOC: Let me know if you want to continue, assuming they met in the last TDM)

Dante | Devil May Cry 3

[nipplebelt]

1. on the chopping dice block

[ CW: Violence. ]

[ Not the first time the stakes have been high--because they generally are, or else he wouldn't be here. No sense in taking the jobs that don't glean a decent reward, right? (Of course the fact that he never really receives said reward is beyond the point.) If anyone shouldn't be taking part as a human living game piece on a life-sized game board, it's Dante.

Because while Dante may like to gamble and play, he is absolutely abysmal on his best days. This is not one of those days.

Rolling "fuck" is about right.

Dante steps forward onto a decidedly unlucky space, and it's only moments before he's quite violently impaled on a blade nearly as tall as him. He stumbles backwards a few steps and seemingly goes limp, but doesn't fall over.

Then just gives a grating sigh as he straightens. ]

That's gonna itch for days.

[ Annoying! ]

2. dance dance baby

[ After the last game, it's not at all surprising that the next area they're forcibly corralled into is another comical display show with their lives on the line. Dante scratches the side of his nose as he steps forward, eyeing the dance pads with moderate interest. But it's when he looks upward that he drops his had and whistles. ]

One piece just wasn't enough, eh? Whoever's playing popper master is getting greedy.

[ The lights on the dance pads come to life and flicker on and off in an enticing circular pattern. ]

Right, right--get on with the pony show. We got it!

3. that's not a "meh" face

[ If you didn't think that Dante didn't get an eggplant emoji, you're just hoping for something to be kinder. But it isn't.

He also got a sandwich, which honestly just makes it a strange mindset to be in. ]



[ You are getting this text on accident. Sorry. ]

delivery near me

4. wildcard

[ Hit me up! Dante is ready to rock. ]

3

[fishounen]

Oh? Delivery of what?

And ... who is this? I have never used this device before!

Cayde-6 || Destiny

[exorion]

ARRIVAL

[If you're wondering where those gunshots came from, there's some fresh holes in this ceiling courtesy of someone waking up from a very stressful dream (which is saying a lot) under the assumption that he's in danger somehow. It's just that somehow is not at all what he expected it to be when he opened his eyes.]

[Whatever, that's fine. It's all fine. At some point, a robot and his polyhedral friend step out onto the street. He pegs this as Earth pretty quick based on the stars, but... Well nothing else about this makes any sense. But that's cool. That's great. He can handle whatever all this is. Rather than than talk to anyone, he looks to his Ghost and puts his hands on his hips.]

You gettin' anything here?

[She "blinks" a couple of times and looks around too before immediately flying right into the nearest person's face. They might here a quick "Hey--" from her before Cayde rushes over and interrupts in the form of pushing her away and behind him.]

Can you stop-- [Hi hello new friend] Sorry about, uh... About that.

[UM]

How's it going?

[Nailed it.]

DANCE DANCE

[Here's the deal. Guardians are great dancers. So Cayde isn't even worried! Sure there's giant death spikes looming over them, the ever present threat of a slow and painful death always around the corner, but he's got this! They're got this. Teamwork makes the dream work and all that. This is no big deal. He claps his new dance partner on the shoulder and rolls his neck in some kind of display to say he's ready.]

Alright buddy. We're gonna be great.

WILDCARD

[Sometimes you just wanna do something I haven't suggested yet.]

Arrival - aw yiss my fave exo

[rage_on]

[Gunshots. That...doesn't happen around here often, so far as the turtle's noted. Not unless there's aliens or creepster nuns roaming about anyway. Then yeah, sure. The sound of gunfire is completely reasonable.

In Raphael's book it means something potentially interesting might be going on, which is why he's drawn over to investigate, not unlike a moth to a flame. And while there's no xenomorphs or the like to show for it, there's...a robot? Wearing clothes? That's a new one.

Being in this weirdo town's made him a bit bolder when it comes to showing himself. And then this here's a robot guy. With... a tiny...robot friend? In any case, here's an almost five-foot-tall teenage turtle dropping down from a roof across the way.]

Whoa-!

[He leans back as he nearly gets a Ghost in face before eyeing the Guardian, brow arching under his mask.]

...'sup.

Eames || Inception

[falsify]

DICE BLOCK

[So far? So good. It's his third turn and nothing bad's happened to him yet. Even if his heart stops every time his name (ugh, his name. There goes his shot at a false identity,) comes up, this time with a five and Eames practically holds his breath while he counts the spaces ahead to prepare himself.]

[Lucky him! It's a clover! Eames strides over five spaces and what he gets is... A bandage. He stares at it for a while, holding it in his hands, and then looks at his. What even are they? Opponent? Teammate? Partner in punishment? Whatever they are, he turns and gestures with the roll to show them and raises an eyebrow.]

Feels like a hint about what's to come, huh?

THAT'S NOT A "MEH" FACE!

[Literally pick an emoji and I'll see what I can come up with for you (winky face)(eggplant)(knife)]

[Or you be the emoji! Or we can both be the emojis together.]

WILDCARD[My prompts not interesting enough for you? I don't blame you. HMU we can do whatever]

dice block

[bird_thing]

[ the look eames gets back from his fellow player is... unnervingly blank for a kid his age, a stillness to his features that doesn't quite manage to translate to tobias' awkward, stilted body language or the way he moves like he's not quite used to the length of his own limbs.

victim of a sudden growth spurt recently, maybe? who can be sure. there's a small bruise forming on one of his cheeks, the result of one unlucky roll on his part at the start, but he's been ignoring willfully. honestly, he spends far more time checking his watch than concerning himself with the fallout of the game, but a direct question from eames manages to be enough to catch and hold his attention for now. ]

I really don't understand the point of this game.

Zaveid | Tales of Berseria

[sivard]

Dance Dance
[It’s not like Zaveid has been here for long at all. A few days, tops. It really doesn’t feel like he’s stepped up from what he’d been doing before, in his own world. Sure, the world had just been saved, but it wasn’t in exactly good condition.

Unless you counted Malakhim being invisible again as “good condition”, which Zaveid absolutely doesn’t.

He’s never seen a television before, though, so all he can do is cautiously look the room over, quickly noticing the danger, even if he can’t actually understand what he’s supposed to do, at least not until he actually reads the instructions on the TV.]

The hell? Is this this supposed to be a joke? What kind of dance off has giant arrows telling you what to do!

Emojis
[It became clear to Zaveid very early on that this world was a very different place than the one he’s familiar with. From the place he’d woken up in, to the strange town he’s spent more time than he cares to admit wandering around just to get a feel of it, to the frankly alarming mechanical monstrosities that screech noisily whenever he gets too close.

So when the strange tiny screen he was given displays a symbol on it all of a sudden, he has absolutely no idea what to make of it. Clearly the thing to do is do what anyone who doesn’t know what to make of yet another bizarre aspect of Deerington: ask a fellow Sleeper.]

Do you know what this is supposed to mean? It’s kind of creepy, don’t you think?

[If you chose to look at his phone, well…]

dance dance

[yinception]

One could likewise ask what kind of realm would have a dance off in the first place.

[Yet here they are. Wuxian doesn't especially like it, but he sees no point in fighting it either. After all, they're not going to get out unless they cooperate.

Revenge can wait until later.]

Well, how about it? The sooner we start, the sooner we'll get out.

Sidon | Zelda: BoTW | ota

[fishounen]

~ ARRIVAL ~
[Are you up by the reservoir? Maybe? Hey, if you are, there's a high chance you'll hear some loud splashing. Something big swimming in the water. Some kind of new threat? A horrible new monster?]

[Well, it's a bright reddish pink creature, that's for sure. And when it pops halfway out of the water, it seems to have the head of a shark. A smiling shark.]

Hello! Are you a resident of this village? Can you assist me? I would be eternally grateful for it!



~ EMOJI ~

🐠

Oh! It's a fish! How delightful! Can anyone else see it? Should I use more?

[There's a pause in the text.]

THERE ARE SO MANY MORE!!

🤩 🦈 🌶 😍 ❣️❣️❣️

[... please stop him.]

emoji

[bird_thing]

🦅

[ absolutely no help at all, sorry. ]

Robin (Dick) | Young Justice/CRAU | ota

[turbedon]

i. character arrival

The first thing Dick notices is the jarring silence. He's gotten so used to always hearing the buzz of voices on the Psychic Network that he'd never realised just how deafening it is not to have other people speaking directly into your mind.

It's so... lonely.

Waking up in a strange location is nothing new, but he then notices the second thing: he can't open a portal. He's completely cut off from Liminal Space, as far as he can tell, including all the Liminal and Psychic abilities he'd gotten from it.

Okay.

He eats the food in the basket and moves on, taking to the streets in his civvies, shades in place as he takes in Deerington.


ii. dice block

As soon as that little 'tutorial' speech is ended, Dick's glancing over at the other players, grinning brightly despite dreading what's about to happen.

"Anyone else not feeling too turbed, right now?" he asks, voice lighthearted even as a name flashes up on the screen and the numbers begin to cycle.


iii. dance dance

"Seriously? DDR with death penalty?" Dick quips, brow arching up as he stares at the spikes. Then he's looking over to his teammate, asking, "When - if ever - is the last time you played?"

For some reason, he doesn't seem that worried about the impending doom spikes hovering over them.

He's probably a little touched in the head.

Or potentially gotten too used to revival.


iv. wildcard
(hit me up)

ii. dice block

[oversight]

"If 'turbed' means 'disturbed' or perturbed,' you might be alone," John says, his face turned a little sour by the whole ordeal. Honestly, it sounds cliché, but he's done with these games and he feels like putting on a smile is disingenuous when he's certain how little fun this is meant to be.

The dice lands and it's John going first. At least they'll get a chance to see what's in store... He rolls a six, celebrates sarcastically, "Faster through the board," and looks ahead to the spot in question. Looks unlucky.

Aziraphale | Good Omens | OTA

[guardianofeden]

[Just Dice Block this month]

The instant he walked through the front door and found himself on a massive game board, Aziraphale's wings fluffed up in immediate surprise and anger. His nerves were already a little raw, lately, after the things he'd been through because of the Mayor's damnable trap, and by extension, it was making him a little jumpy. In turn, it left him feeling very done with whatever situation he had just found himself forced into. He wasn't even shocked that he had been transported somewhere new again. He was just fed up.

He curled his nose in anger when he saw the screen overhead beginning to scroll a series of instructions, crossing his arms as his large, white-and-black speckled wings spread, mantling behind his back in a way that screamed "I am big, I am frightening, be afraid of me!" without saying a word.

"No! Absolutely not! I'm done playing your games, you can't just treat people like this!"

Dimly, he couldn't help the way Gabriel's voice mumbled in his head; 'God does not play games with the universe,' nor Crowley's snarky reply afterward. 'Where have you been?' indeed. He was beginning to feel as if this was Lucifer's own version of 'The Universe,' the antithesis of whatever games She might have wanted to play with the Earth. If the events of the waking realm were influenced by her Grace, then surely the dreaming realm had to be what Earth would be like if the Devil were in charge, instead.

If he had been able to do so, Aziraphale would have miracled himself a chair, right in the middle off his square. Without the luxury, he dropped to the ground in a huff, petulant as a child and conscious of the fact. If they wanted him to play a game, the he would simply refuse. He didn't need food or water. He could wait as long as they could, possibly even longer.

[If there's something else you want to play, as always just DM me or poke me on plurk at tronja307020! I'm always open for suggestions!]

Rantaro Amami | Danganronpa V3 (Lockdown CRAU) | OTA

[whatsmytalentagain]

(Arrival) No, I must be dreaming.
[Well... The last thing he remembered was dreaming about being dragged through a forest, but now he's awake in an unfamiliar bedroom reading a freshly typed note that insists he's still asleep.

Truth be told, he isn't sure what to make of this Sodder person. At least some of his stuff came with him. Plus his memories, thank god; he's still missing some, but he hasn't lost any. And the Fluid device...

Huh. That sure is way too many people for a killing game logged into deerFeed. Or at least it seems like it...

You'll find him outside the dwellings he woke up in after he's taken a bite of the food provided and slipped on his shoulder bag. He's got his Fluid strapped to his wrist, but he's also holding up a spiral notebook with a message written on it in letters large enough to be seen from a distance:]

Can't speak; Still needs awnsers

[Here's hoping the message is clear enough for whoever finds him.]

(Dice Block) One step forward, and two steps back.
[Welp. He definitely didn't expect to find himself on a giant board game.

The Fluid seems more convenient than pencil and paper, so he has enough time to jot down three things and show it to his partner: "I'm Rantaro. I can't speak." He wrote down his number right above the words "Text Me".

Then he glances at the screen. It's his turn, and the die is rolling.

Gulp.]

(Emoji) Texting with Rantaro.
❓
[That's what he got sent to him. A big, fat, question mark.

What?

Rantaro has to consult deerFeed about this.]

Okay, has anyone else gotten a weird text with only an emoji on it? Does this sort of thing happen all the time?

[.... Oh no.]

Why do I feel the need to ask questions all of a sudden?

[Well, it could be worse.]

Wildcard
[Heads up, Rantaro's from a murdergame canon and is CRAU'd from a murdergame. If you'd rather not deal with that sort of thing, please let me know.]

Arrival

[finaletea]

[It's hard to ignore a sign like that. Mami is also feeling just as lost, but it's only in her nature to help people as much as possible. While she doesn't have a lot of information to offer him, she figure maybe talking things out would be more helpful than just ignoring it.

So so approaches with a small wave.]

Are you new too? This world... it's very confusing. Can I help at all?

((OOC: Hey buddy it's Monika mun!! <3))

ambrose spellman ( chilling adventures of sabrina )

[necromantiae]

▶ 01. DANCE DANCE

---

( ambrose spellman has found himself in a lot of unusual situations in his life. it's something that comes with being who he is and living where he does. he's used to weird things and weird places but he's never really dealt with something like this. )

Am I...in a video game?

( that's what this is, isn't it? it wasn't like there were game systems in the spellman household. auntie zee would have set it on fire and then buried it before doing it again the next day.

ambrose looks around, taking in the lack of exit and the spikes on the ceiling. )

Well, that is just lovely. ( when someone else appears, he smiles and gestures to their surroundings. ) So, it looks like we're about to be tested in the art of rhythm. I, for one, do not want to die so please tell me you don't have two left feet?

▶02. EMOJITASTIC

---

( he doesn't die in the weird video game place. he doesn't die and he's very appreciative of that. when his strange phone thing chimes, he's half expecting it to be sabrina, telling him she needs his help with something but instead it's one simple thing:

👍 )

Well, that's...kind. A bit informal but kind. I appreciate the encouragement.

( he doesn't think anything more of it until he starts seeing people and just...giving them a thumbs up no matter what they do. someone rams into his shoulder and he gives them a double thumbs up.

eventually, he just starts walking around with his thumb extended up. people stare but he continues on. a man on a thumbs up giving mission. )

▶03. WILDCARD

---

( feel free to throw other scenarios at me if you've got ideas! )

dance dance

[sathan]

( even after all of this time there are things that lilith doesn't expect. being trapped in a room she does expect but having to dance her way to freedom-- heaven, who thought up this ridiculous thing.

what's perhaps more curious is the person that she happens to find herself with. someone-- at least slightly more familiar than most of the people in this town )

I don't.

( physically. though she's also never used one of these things in her life and she doesn't plan on starting now )

Though I would suggest looking elsewhere first.

hawkeye pierce | mash 4077

[riversofliver]

>>emoji madness

[ They didn't have emojis in 1953. They also didn't have cell phones, or anything even resembling this smooth, flexible wristband of technology that is currently blinking at him. Even the material feels out of this world - or maybe just out of his world. A place he, most certainly, isn't in anymore.

He stares at the Fluid, absolutely at a loss for what any of this means. What even is 😍 supposed to be? A secret message from the Chinese? ]

Well, that's certainly unheard of.

>>wildcard

[ Want something else? Go nuts! ]

[yinception]

[You rang for the Chinese, good Sir? Well, have one specimen staring over your shoulder.]

Hmmm... A moon with blood stains?

[He's not even a little serious, but it's as close to a guess as he has all the same.]

Alex Fierro | Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard

[fabulouslyweird]

Stepping through any one of the many doors in Hotel Valhalla always carried the risk that one might end up on another world, completely cut off the access back to the hotel. Turning to look behind her, it was as Alex suspected. The door she'd entered through was gone. Alex sighed heavily, already bored of this. While she's fairly confident that this isn't any of her mother's tricks, it did seem like the type of "team building" nonsense that Odin put the einherjar through every once in a while to keep them on their toes. Either way, it demonstrates one of the many reasons why Alex is never unarmed, her trusty gold garrote around her waist.


ARRIVAL

The fact that upon learning that she'd woken up in a dream and didn't immedately proceed to take her anger out on the furniture Alex felt was proof of how much she'd matured in the few years since she'd died. Self control and all that. She could perhaps attribute this to all the rigorous combat training, the friends she's made on Floor 19, Chase Space--maybe even Chase himself if she were feeling generous--or the fact that they'd prevented Ragnarok a couple of times.

Dream world? Probably a trap. May as well see what's out there anyway. Why not?

Curling her garrote wire in her hands in case she needed it quickly, dressed in her usual "battle" sweater vest of pink and green, she stepped outside to see what this dream had in store for her.


DICE BLOCK

...A game board. Perfect. This limited the number of gods that Alex could blame for getting her involved in this mess, but it didn't exactly get her out of harm's way. She was clearly outside of the boundaries of Valhalla, so best to treat this as a "you die for real" scenario until proven otherwise.

While the numbered die was rolling, Alex strained to get a better look at the board in front of her, trying to map out a path of least destruction. It would take some really lucky rolls to get through unscathed, though it looked impossible to get through without landing on at least one skull.

To whomever is standing with her at the start, she huffed with an annoyed voice, "I hope your reflexes are better than these odds, because this is about to get messy."


DANCE DANCE

While a few of the arcades around Boston had versions of the dance games, it wasn't until getting to Hotel Valhalla and playing "DDR to the Death" for hours on end that Alex had really gotten good at it. Spikes hanging from the ceiling was actually a pretty nice feature considering the way the game was played back at the hotel, but the fact that this was a doubles game made Alex groan. Getting a randomly selected partner who also knew how to play was rare. And there was only so far a single good player could carry the game before defeat was inevitable.

She turned to her dance partner and gave a once-over glance. "Any chance you're not tone deaf and have good foot-eye coordination?"


EMOJIS

[ooc: I couldn't decide on one, so consider this prompt a wildcard. Pick one for Alex or for yourself, and let's have some awkward interactions!]

claire novak / supernatural / ota / will match

[wiseass]

█ ONE (DICE DICE, BABY)

[Claire's had a few bad welcome's roll out in the past several years, but this one was like a backward ass rendition of every young adult literature plot she'd ever seen. The downside, she couldn't control the die, and when life's a gamble having as much in your pocket as possible was key.

Whether or not the other players on the board were competition didn't matter. She's already had to find her way out of a few minor inconveniences, and the blood on her face and clothes is the badge of honor she gets to show for it.]

That's what I'm talking about!

[Don't mind the chick on the board doing a little leg work and some good fist action when she picks up the shotgun and cocks it back with confidence. Of course, it wouldn't be fully loaded. Every shot had to count. The last cache she managed to open included a knife and some hodgepodge medical supplies. There's only so far a girl can get with a knife.]

How about a barter system? You need some steel? Sharing's caring.

[Whoever's closest in terms of board squares gets offered the copper hilt of the blade she won earlier. She's not making any missteps and that includes stepping out of her little block, but there's no reason that they can't help each other.]

█ TWO (HEY-OH CAPTAIN JACK !)

[She grew up playing this game and now the stakes were a whole lot higher. Way to layer on the tension, she's been doing a good job of keeping the game up so far but there's only so long she can keep it up and even with her stamina being great it's starting to wear on her and with every slightly off place step that she places down.]

Hey, how about helping a girl out? I'm more sweat than person.

█ THREE (CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE)

[PROSE, ACTION, NETWORK, ETC - SURPRISE ME. THE WORLD IS YOUR OYSTER.]

2

[sinnabon]

[ jack has never seen a DDR machine in his entire single year of life, what the hot fuck is this?

he's lost, watching claire's feet as they move from one box to the next, looking up to the screen with the scrolling arrows, and then back down to his own boxes of arrows with his brows furrowed. standing with feet planted in the blank middle square, he inches a foot out, tapping his velcro sneaker against one of the arrows as it scrolls past. it doesn't exactly his correctly, but he gets an "OK" on the screen. oh, so that's how it works? when it gets to the top, you stop on the thing?

but they're all moving so fast and there's so many of them and how is claire already so good at this? jack, of course, doesn't realize this is something that exists outside of deerington. ]

Um. Yeah, sorry. I'll just... [ slides his foot out, taps another arrow. and another, and another. not all of them hit at the right time, and after a second of trying to keep up with the game, he twists himself around and nearly falls off, grabbing the metal support bar for balance. overhead, the spikes inch down a little further. ] Sorry, sorry.

rey ✨ a star wars is born

[forcelight]

arrival

[ One minute she'd been standing there, Kylo's hand outstretched to her as he pleaded with her to join him. The next she's... Rey wakes with a gasp and sits straight up, heart hammering in her chest. The wreckage of Snoke's throne room and it's red draped walls are gone and when she reaches out with the Force, it feels... different.

She can't feel Kylo anymore. Not that the bond ever worked as anything but when it wanted to, but it's jarring.

She's alone.

Skywalker's lightsaber clipped to her belt she scrambles to her feet and out into the street calling out to the nearest individual. ]

Excuse me, hello? Can you tell me what's going on here?

dance dance

[ The gist of the game is pretty clear, as are the sharp spikes hanging from the ceiling. They play this game or they get impaled. She doesn't want to play along with whatever game this is, but that's the only way out.

The thing is... Rey has never danced. Beside her partner, she's glaring up at the opposite end of the room. Challenging. ]

And what happens if we refuse to play?

the emoji movie

[ 🤣

That's the emoji Rey gets. It means nothing to her, just a silly face. The device gets put away and she promptly forgets about it.

This lasts about five seconds before the first giggle escapes her. A look of surprise briefly flashes over her features as she stifles it with a hand. Then a second, louder snort of laughter erupts from her and she can't stop. ]

dance dance.

[tombond]

[ tom is starting to like this place less and less, and he wasn't much of a fan to start with. he glances around, taking in his surroundings. the doors he's already tried, bashing his shoulder into one in attempt to force it open. he's checked his pockets for a set of picks, for anything to give them an out (to give him an out) other than complying with... this.

but if this is the only way, so be it. while "tom keen" the persona might not have the best coordination to get anything more than a decent score, he certainly does. his life has depended on coordination, skill, and balance plenty of times. he stoops to remove his boots, the hard soles likely to affect his accuracy, and he shrugs out of a corduroy jacket, dropping it over them.

when she issues her challenge to the ceiling, he huffs out a breath. ]

Look, I don't plan on dying. Not here and not like this, like someone stuck in a third-rate Batman villain's trap. Our best chance is to try. And if you're not willing, then I can drag you through the steps and hope your feet hit the right arrows more than 25% of the time.

Foggy Nelson | MCU/CRAU | OTA

[avvocato]

ARRIVAL / DICE BLOCK
[ This isn’t the first time that Foggy’s woken up from something dreamlike but too real to be an actual dream just to find himself in a place that he absolutely hadn’t been when he’d gone to sleep. Hell, even the deer trying to kill him isn’t something completely new, and that -

All right, maybe it’s time to wonder what this says about his life.

This is more the gods’ style than the Titans’, in Foggy’s experience, which is the only reason he doesn’t immediately blame a reappearance of the Titan responsible the last time deer had attacked him - but then again, it’s not necessarily in line with what he’s seen from them, either, which is weirding him out.

He’s still wearing the metal studded leather armor from the last Titan attack, but it doesn’t take more than a glance around to realize that this is definitely not ancient Rome. Which means he’s grumbling to himself about deities and kidnapping and frustrating vagueness as he walks through the door of the house he’d woken up in -

And right into a living board game, apparently. What the hell. ]

...you know, I can’t decide if murder bambi is better or worse than getting sucked into Jumanji.


EMOJIS
[ Foggy’s general a jovial kind of person, always quick with a joke or a laugh or a fist bump. Hell, even a companionable arm over the shoulder - but those are usually reserved for people he knows.

Or at the very least, people in the same bar as him, who he’s likely been drinking with for the better part of the night and are usually similar levels of intoxicated as he is.

He’s not usually the kind of person who goes around hugging complete strangers, especially not when he’s sober. And he doesn’t feel drunk, aside from the fact that after getting a mysterious 🤗 texted to him by some unknown number, it suddenly seems like a great idea to hug the next person he sees.

Shit. ]

If I pretend like I’m really drunk can we pretend this didn’t happen?


WILDCARD
[ Or hit me up with something different if neither of these strike your fancy! Foggy is coming in as a CRAU from fasti, a game set in ancient Rome during a war between the gods and the titans, and I'm down with just about anything. ]

emojis

[endlessflask]

[ You can never go wrong with a visit to the bar. Eliot's been feeling weird lately, on edge but also dealing with it better than he usually does. If anything, that especially calls for a drink.

He heads to the bar where he's no stranger. It's easy enough to drink at home but drinking in company feels better. There's usually at least one person that gives him a nod of acknowledgment, but he's never quite been greeted with a hug before. Much less a hug from a total stranger. ]

Sure. We can do whatever you want.

[ Eliot, for his part, does actually hug back. It's not enthusastic but it's there, and he pats the man's back a pat. ]

Max Kiesler | OC (boys & monsters verse)

[burnination]

[[ i'm reusing the network one from last tdm, don't @ me ]]

dance dance revolution ;

[ you know what looks weird? a six foot, musclebound, biker-looking, german dude covered in tattoos, wearing cargo shorts, hiking boots, and a dumbass graphic tee absolutely wrecking a couple DDR pads all by his lonesome.

maybe his last partner just got ported out successfully, maybe he decided he wanted to stay, maybe there some magic bullshit going on right now, but the man's currently playing some high-pitched, upswing song across both pads, that seems like it probably ought to be sung by someone adorable. max's eyes are glued to the screen and teeth chewing at a lip as he scurries from one side to the other, looking like he's definitely done this before. because he has.

but it's been a couple years, and he's usually better at it when he's high, and he isn't nearly as good as dani is, but fuck it, he can handle fucking Butterfly, okay? he's not basic. he does break a combo a couple times, and while the spikes drop a little closer, he doesn't seem that concerned about it, more focused on the song itself. maybe he's just really really scared and trying to stay alive?

doesn't seem like it, because once the song finishes, his arms shoot up in the air in victory, and he tosses his head back before shouting: ] I am King of Kawaii.

[ slight german accent and all. but, after a few seconds of victory high, he seems to get over it, dropping his arms and looking over to the new Player 2 in the room. ] Sorry, that's a lie. I need cat ears and a petticoat before I can claim that. You take that one.

[ that one being the pad on the left, indicated with a point as Max moves to take up the right. come on, person, don't make the ceiling mad, and don't make him carry you, the next song's about to start up. ]

emojis ;

😺

[ max liked the DDR more. this random emoji texting thing just doesn't make sense, and regardless of how many times he sends peaches and eggplants and crabs with knives back to the number, there's no more response. dumb. don't start shit you can't finish.

shrugging, max puts it behind him, tucking his phone into his pocket and continues his leisurely stroll through the town center, meandering into the courtyard only to find everyone looking down at their cellphone. sidling up to one person, he leans over, looking down at their screen with a frown. ]

What's going on right meow?

[ welcome to accidental supertroopers. ]

network (un: ohshitdemons) ;

i give it 3/10

alaska makes a much better hell

wildcard ;

[ sup ]

network; un: high.king

[endlessflask]

I wish this was hell. All the cool people would be here

luna lovegood | harry potter

[creidim]

dice block

[ Luna's been quiet for a long time, listening to the grating voice - it's sickly sweet, nasally. Overly cheerful in a way that it reminds Luna of Umbridge. Her eyes narrow slightly: this would be some kind of strange, horrible game she would play - wouldn't it? She reaches for her wand, just in case.

The other player's name flashes up on the screen followed by the moving numbers until it finally settles. But before they can move, Luna raises her hand to stop them. ]

Wait! What if we don't play? [ She tilts her head to the side. ] Do you think maybe we could stop the game? Break it?

dance dance

[ The neon pads on the floor look garish, sickly. Luna doesn't step on them just yet - she's busy looking around the room with owlish eyes, to the instructions on the huge screen. She's somewhat of a dancer - only those have seen her dance would hardly call it dancing. And whatever this is, the arrows - that isn't what she would exactly call dancing herself. ]

I quite like dancing. [ She sounds eerily cheerful, but even she can hide the quiver in her voice as she looks up with wide, unblinking eyes at the ceiling. ]

But I always thought the expression was 'dance until you drop', not 'dance or the very sharp and dangerous ceiling spikes drop and very horribly kill you'.

arrival

[ To those who have seen death, there is a small blonde girl riding around on a strange, skeletal horse-like creature.

People who have spent time around Newt Scamander may already recognise this creature as a Thestral. Only this isn't one of Newt's - this one is new and seemed to be waiting for Luna outside the house she awakens in. It recognises her, it's one of Hogwarts's Thestrals. It knows the girl who spends time with them and the herd, brings them meat and rides them around the forest.

She clutches Sodder's letter in her hand, deep in thought as she rides easily through the streets. She's troubled - now is not a good time to be dreaming. There's much to do, there's too much coming. Having the Thestral around is nice, though. That's a nice part of this dream - nice dreams are few and far between these days.

But she really ought to get out of this place now. Which is why she calls to the next person she sees: ]

Oh, hello. [ She waves them down. ] Excuse me, I'm having a very peculiar dream-- but I'm not sure how to wake up?

wildcard

[ hmu on chaoticasphyxia or heolstor#5725 on discord! ]

Arrival

[newtralize]

[Helga gets to Luna before her owner does. She barks happily and runs around the Thestral's legs a few times before sitting in front with her tongue hanging out.

The owner in question is a worn looking man. His hair is a mess and he was dressed down to only shirt and suspenders. The weather was cooling down, but he had forgo his coat for the time being. Helga was much too energetic anyways that any nippiness was ignored to chase his furry friend.

Luna's appearance is new to him. He doesn't think he has seen her around in any capacity before. Her question only further solidifies the thought that she was new.] Well, that's because you don't. At least, we don't have a choice in the matter to wake up or not by free will. [He gives her a sympathetic smile.] You might be able to leave earlier than others, but no one has anyway of knowing those particulars. I'm sorry.

[Helga trots back to Newt's side as he holds his hand out to the Thestral to let the creature press its snout against it.]

john henry DOC holliday - wynonna earp

[saloons]

arrival-adjacent-ish.

[ if doc holliday is good at anything, he's good at finding a drink. okay, he's also quite the gunslinger and card player but sniffing out a fine establishment that serves alcohol is another one of his talents (granted, the "fine" part of that is completely optional). and to be honest, after spending over a hundred years stuck in a well and then fighting demons and other sorts of creatures, waking up in a mysterious town doesn't seem to strange to him.

he assumes that this isn't the garden of eden, that he'd been determined to follow waverly earp to. he was meant to save her but after spending a few hours looking for her, his nerves and body tense like a coiled snake, ready for a fight... he'd figured that this wasn't heaven or the hell he was destined to. and after a few hours, he felt that newly familiar itch behind his gums, that clawing hunger that comes with being a vampire.

only thing to curb that is booze for now. and he does his best thinking while drinking. so that's how we circle around to his boozehound-y-ness.

option a he might approach you, eyes steadfastly avoiding looking at your neck to tilt his hat and ask: ] Excuse me [ INSERT MA'AM if your character is female presenting], could you point me towards this town's nearest bar or saloon?

[ option b or he will have found said bar and will either already be drinking in it, hat off and whiskey in hand and playing with a deck of cards, shuffling them at with an unnatural speed and agility.

option c is choose your own adventure. ]

option a

[wiseass]

[This is the only sort of suspicious, but Claire will go with it, if just for a means to an end. She's been here way too long without even a cool beer to wash away the bullshit. So, even though this sad excuse for a cowboy sets off her weirdo radar she'll play the deck just to get to wherever the saloon is.]


I don't know, stranger. You tell me.

Matt Murdock // Marvel’s Netflix (MCU)

[trustinthedevil]

➼ i. ARRIVAL

[ Matt’s already disoriented when he wakes up. He heaves a gasping breath, mind flooding with everything’s that just played out. He knows he’s somewhere new. There’s nothing familiar and it puts him on high alert. He feels his way toward the music, but he doesn’t hear anyone. He’s almost sure he’s alone and he accidentally finds the basket, and he doesn’t even think before he’s twisting open the jar and shoving the food inside his mouth.

He just nearly died. Again. He’s starving.

Stumbling out the door, he’s only vaguely aware of his bloodstained clothes and the bruising on his face. This definitely isn’t New York. ]

Hello? Can someone help me —

[ Fuck pretending not to be blind. Matt’s willing to swallow his pride to fight off any rising panic. ]


➼ ii. DICE BLOCK

[ Well, he’s cleaned up a little bit. His face is still beat to shit and he’s moving like his whole body aches, but there’d been fresh clothes waiting for him, and glasses, and a cane. That’s a start.

But he’s quickly learning that this place is more bizarre than what Matt’s usually facing. Walking through a door and ending up in what sounds like a life size board game is new for him. His brow furrows, and he tips his chin up a bit, looking both thoughtful and annoyed. ]

You’re kidding, right?

[ He says this to the other person he knows is there. He hopes that they’ll help him navigate to good spaces, but people aren’t maybe as good as Matt used to think they were. ]

Who goes first?


➼ iii. EMOJIS

[ When Matt’s phone dings, he doesn’t think anything of it. He doesn’t really know anyone here, but people send misfires all the time. His phone doesn’t read it out to him, though, and he frowns. Did someone send him a blank message?

What Matt doesn’t know is that the message is a single emoji.

What Matt does know is that he starts feeling queasy not too long after.

It’s that unpleasant limbo of not-quite-vomiting, but, God, it’d probably feel nice if he could. He sits down on the first bench he comes across - well, stumbles across - and he’s unaware of how pale his face has become. He feels the heat under his skin and the sweat on his face and neck. If you see him, maybe it’s better to just keep walking. Or you can offer him a glass of water and some pepto. ]


➼ iv. WILDCARD

Choose your own adventure. Everything is fair game except DDR, because Matt’s not going to be able to help you by stepping on the lights. Sorry.

1

[heraldingangel]

[ The wind stirs and the sound of wings brush across the air heralding the presence of another.

Castiel crouches close, his eyes lingering on the soul before him. ]

You're hurt.

[ It's not a question but a statement delivered by a gravel-like voice trespassing in his personal space. ]

Martha Jones | Doctor Who

[martha_jones]

Game Time

[Martha stares up at the screen, then back at the board. This isn't so bad, she thinks. She's seen stranger. She's faced stranger. What bothers her is that there only looks like there can be one winner, one person to leave. That can't be right, she can't just leave someone behind.]

I'll go first, shall I?

[The die lands on 5. Her piece moves forward.]

Unlucky space. What does that mean?


Dance Dance

[She leans against the bar behind the machine, then steps around, looking for wiring, anything to turn it off.]

We can't honestly be expected to just play this until we fail, can we?

There has to be some other way out! Help me, look for something!


Emoji

Who are you?

[Martha sends the text, but it could just be out into the ether. Who just sends a single emoji anyway?

It's not like it really matters.

She just stares at the message, and suddenly has an intense urge to write her own, to someone else.]

Are you up?

emoji

[bird_thing]

up where?

tobias | animorphs | ota

[bird_thing]

a. dance dance

[ there's something certainly off about whatever triggers the partnering for this dance game considering tobias is entirely incapable of helping the other poor soul trapped in this room with him in any way.

even changing into a human would only delay the inevitable by a few minutes, considering he's dreadfully out of practice in that body and wasn't exactly anything approaching graceful even before he'd swapped that body for a hawk's full time.

he's not terribly thrilled by the idea of exposing himself as anything other than a common redtailed hawk so soon in such a strange town, dream or not, but those spikes up on the ceiling are looking especially sharp and he would feel sort of bad just leaving this person to pay for his own inadequacies.

so he sends a little bit of thought speak their way. ] < I don't think I'm going to be much help here. Sorry. >

b. meh face

[ the fact that this town decided to make phones that would actually fit snugly enough around one of tobias' talons that he could actually keep the thing on him in any form is odd, but something he can't really bring himself to have any complaints about.

it means he can keep track of events happening in town without having to regularly morph human and actually ask someone (the horror), and he's even managed to communicate over the network as a bird, albeit very carefully.

that doesn't make the single, directed message sent his way any less confusing. for one, he's hardly managed to make any sort of connection via hunt and peck (ha) typing that should warrant a direct message. for another, there's no actual words in the text sent. just a single image: 👧

he perches quietly in a tree to consider the message for a moment before deciding to investigate, flying down to the ground to change into something with fingers which, as unnecessarily convoluted as they might be, were infinitely superior to talons in handling the phone for long stretches of time. such as what a small scale investigation might involve.

tobias doesn't even realize that he's morphed into taylor, rather than his old body, until a long lock of blonde hair falls in front of his face as he studies the fluid's screen and he's forced to push it away. only to, of course, pull it back in front of his face to examine quizzically after he's realized the implication of its presence. ]



That wasn't supposed to happen...

c. wildcard

[ go wild! ]

a.

[brightline]

Man, I know we haven't seen each other in a few years but geeze, you'd think you'd recognize this handsome face anywhere.

[Marco offers Tobias a saucy little wink, hands on his hips, and he glances back up at the spikes.]

I mean, if this was a solo game, I'd be totally golden. You got a point though, Bird Boy, I'm kinda doubting talons are gonna do much good on the dance pad.

[Tapping his finger against his lower lip, he shrugs narrow shoulders.]

What do you say to looking for a way out of here and then a good old cockroach morph?