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

Nancy | Oliver Twist (CRAU)

[stauncherhearted]

Dice Block
...Alright. This should be easy enough. [A petite ginger looks over at her partner, trying her best to size them up. She rubs her hands together, looking at the room stretching out before them.] We just try to avoid the skulls, make our way to the other side. [She says it out-loud, her Cockney accent trying to mask the unease she felt. Games like this were never as easy as they looked, there was always a catch.]

Shall we?

Dance Dance
[Nancy was light on her feet, that much is apparent right away. She's played a few games of DDR in her lifetime, stuck in arcades with her brothers while they picked pockets and stole tickets to win over-priced stuffed animals. More than that, though, but she was used to having to run and turn at a moment's notice. Her dancing skills, however, are more classical than pop, but following flashing lights and arrows didn't require much formal training at all. But as the music speeds up, things are getting harder and harder.]

Y'know, I never really liked this game.

Emoji
[send an emoji, any emoji, you can have an emoji, we'll just make everything work out.]

Wild card!
[Make up something better! hmu sheakespeare.]

Matt Murdock | MCU/CRAU | OTA

[blessmefather]

[ Fasti-AU aka he was stuck in Ancient Rome training to fight the Titans on behalf of the gods. Awkward experience for a Catholic.
Defaulted to brackets but I'll match your tag style. ]

Arrival

[ When he comes to he thinks the crash of thunder that Jupiter sent down must still be ringing in his ears, then he starts to pick apart the barrage of noise hitting him and recognizes electric lights and large appliances being powered and upbeat music playing over stereo speakers. Modern day? His heightened senses have returned but… Where are Foggy and Karen? This isn't the city, it's not noisy enough, doesn't smell right-

He grabs at the wall next to him and feels cold rough concrete. Calm down. Focus. You can find the answers. He chooses to blame the touch of vertigo and weakness of his knees on his transportation here.

Matt enters through the automatic doors of the local grocery store he’s found himself next to decked head to toe in leather armor befitting a Roman soldier. Lost makes a good word for the way he looks in both attire and what shows of his expression when his eyes are covered by a cloth blindfold. ]

Dice

[ While a giant board game seems far less dangerous than the monsters and war he faced recently in Rome, Matt would really prefer to keep to the good tiles.

One small problem: the game isn’t entirely friendly to the sight impaired. Tossing the dice is no problem and the results sound off over the speakers. He can make out the edges of the spaces by the dip between them but he doesn’t know which are marked good or bad. ]

Left or right?

[ No choice but to rely on the other player to help out. Whether or not he believes their answer depends on whatever signals their body gives off that his super senses can pick up on from across the board. A funny heart flutter or smell of sweat accompanying a lie? The calm steady thump of a truthful heartbeat? Or is his fellow player something other than average human? ]

Wildcard [ PM this account or reach me on plurk @ thoughtbubble ]

Dice

[wwrench]

(OOC: So I might've used my best metaphor on the other guy, but how can I not do my duty at creating this utter chaos? Sorry, Matty.)

Wrench has never cared too much for horror movies. Setting aside the fact that he's grown up among men far more intimidating than chainsaw-wielding masked menaces, it's the reliance on soundtrack to build tension that never lands. He could just as easily fall asleep in the space between jump scenes, when the music slows and changes register and the rest of the audience shifts to the edge of their seats in anticipation of the crash. Maybe the game's instructions, too, would be more ominous if he could hear the piercing lilt of the narrator's delight.

As it is, this may be the first challenge this place has thrown at him that he would've chosen for himself, absent the bait and switch and the manipulation. Pain holds no fear for him, and the reward is finally well worth the discomfort. He stands calmly, Fluid in hand to transmit that singsong voice into barren text onscreen. Wrench surveys the board and thinks maybe he could even stand to lose a few times, just to hoard more. Only when the screen shifts its display does he turn and take stock of his unwitting companion. An audible shift of leather against nylon as the tall man adjusts, and then the faintest breath of a mirthless chuckle. Wrench taps on his phone, and after a few seconds of delay a masculine voice font replies:

MOVE LEFT.

arrival!

[avvocato]

[ It’s always either wardrobe solidarity or the ultimate fashion faux pas when you come across someone dressed in a similar outfit as you are - the line between thank god I’m not the only one dressed like this and that’s my outfit you jerk is a very thin one. Of course, when it’s something as outlandish as leather armor from ancient Rome in the middle of a grocery store, it falls very heavily in the thank god(s) territory, but that’s not the real reason that Foggy feels a swell of relief when he spots Matt looking just as lost as he is.

The fact that he’s mentally babbling about fashion faux pas is probably a good indicator at how discombobulated he feels right now.

Fortunately, he manages not to let any of it spill over out loud, instead calling out, ]

Matt!

tom keen — the blacklist

[tombond]

this is not my beautiful house

[ the music may be the first thing he notices after waking up in a lurch, a half-swallowed shout on his lips and visions of blood and broken bones dancing in his head, but it isn’t what shakes any remaining sleep from him. no, what wakes tom up is the fact that he’s alone in the bed. the bed, not his bed, he quickly notices with some concern. he laid down next to liz last night and, while he might have settled some into this domestic thing, he’s still a light enough sleeper that he couldn’t be moved without waking up. his head isn’t fuzzy, so he’s sure he wasn’t drugged, but there is a peculiar burning pain on his side when he moves. it’s enough to propel him to his feet, to the mirror in the bathroom where he spots an odd tattoo of antlers on his ribs. what the fuck.

there aren’t many more answers when he makes his way downstairs. there’s no sign of his wife anywhere, no sign that she’d ever been there. it’s a small consolation that he finds hudson sitting by the kitchen table, his leash hooked over the back of a chair, but the fact that the dog is here and not his wife just makes this all the more bizarre. he rifles through the basket, reading the letter, checking the clip in the gun before tucking the weapon into the back of his waistband. whatever this is, it seems like he’s at least being afforded a firearm. which... is a big mistake on whoever brought him here’s part.

he pockets the keys, the id, both phones, his and the new one. he takes a bite from the jar and leans down to feed some to the border terrier mix at his feet. ] Just to be on the safe side, right, buddy?

[ there’s not many more answers to look for in the house. taking hudson’s leash, he leads him outside and down the front steps. ]

All right. Let’s see what’s going on here.

dice block

[ one moment, he’s opening the door to one of the spare bedrooms in his house. his house, which still feels weird. it’s not home, if only because this whole thing reminds him that he doesn’t really have a home. that he’s never had one. but he has a house now, and he isn’t looking for any more surprises.

unfortunately, that’s what tom finds. or rather, what finds him.

one moment, he’s in the house. the next, he’s standing on a giant-sized game board next to a total stranger. he smiles awkwardly, because that’s what “tom keen” would do, but his eyes are scanning their surroundings all the while. the doors are gone. the only visible exit is in the distance. other than that, there’s nothing, nothing but the colorful labeled squares under their feet.

then the screen lights up, the directions are given. his name pops up first, the die below it flickering in a simulation of rolling before settling on a five. rather than move forward, he laughs. ]

This is a joke, right? A prank. Ha ha, very funny. It’s—this is elaborate, I’ll give you that.

wildcard

[ choose your own adventure. pm this journal if you want to plot something. ]

Talking Heads reference

[variantcover]

[ Gwen is out walking Jeff (not on a leash or anything, they're just both out for a walk) when she runs into a guy with a dog. She hasn't seen him around before... Maybe he's new? ]

Hey. Cute dog!

devynn nisk ( d&d oc )

[wantrust]

( dice block )

( a portal. somewhere along the way a portal always ended up getting involved. she was exaggerating but considering the door she'd walked through had taken her to a destination that wasn't her intended one it puts her on edge.

more on edge. wary was devynn's natural state.

she has her quarterstaff in hand, pulling her cloak a little tighter around her. the strange tiles below her feet weren't recognisable but they made her stop, looking around to see what else she could notice around her.

a dice. a weird rectangle hanging in the air. an unknown and very unsettling voice )

Avandra's Favor was bad enough.

( that's not a "meh" face )

( she'd received 🍆 on her phone. though considering that devynn really didn't know how it worked it hadn't meant much. even more so since she'd never seen one of those before. what was it supposed to represent?

it had still had an effect though. devynn had been in the hair of the dog for the majority of the day (one of the few places that felt somewhat familiar) talking to a number of people that had come in.

she was flirting. badly. the emoji was trying but devynn was not a good conversationalist without the alcohol or the attempted flirt. such as-- )

You’re once, twice, three times a lady.

( it would be noticable that she's only been flirting with the ladies )

🍆

[thaumaturging]

And you must be drunk. You're seeing triple.

[ Comes the sardonic reply from the pink-skinned tiefling currently hiring her horns under a black hood. This bar felt the most like something familiar, but she still doesn't trust a world with so many humans-- and just humans-- around.

Just then, her own odd bracelet device chimes, and Anakis holds it up to read the screen.

🍻

Strange... Anakis ignores it for now, going back to pretending to drink her real glass of beer. ]

peter parker | mcu

[vlogged]

dice block.

[the plan had been simple:

step 1) find a backpack
step 2) fill it with supplies
step 3) head out into the woods
step 4) go home

unfortunately, like most hurriedly thought out plans, things don't quite go as expected.

the moment he steps out of his bedroom, peter finds himself...somewhere unfamiliar. still as bleary-eyed as he is- (look, it's not like he had to be at school right now. sleep in's are a luxury he isn't going to give up without a fight) -it takes him a long few minutes to take it all in. to zero in on the markings on the floor and the off way the room feels. it's enough to snap him to full attention, and he wastes no time in heading back through the door again.

or he would, if he didn't catch himself just in time to avoid walking directly in to the wall.]

...uh.

[okay. right. that makes perfect sense.

don't mind him while he starts running his fingers across the wall, looking for some kind of a hint that the route back to his temporary bedroom is still there. somewhere.]

that's not a "meh" face.

[it all starts with a simple:

at first, peter sends back a string of question marks, a few words added when he doesn't get a response. but with all that'd happened the previous few days, it isn't long before the message slips from his mind and he returns his attention toward exploring the city. towards trying to pick up a little more information about what's going on here.

naturally, growing boy with a crazy metabolism that he is, peter ultimately ends up letting his stomach guide him as he makes his way to the nearest diner, wasting no time in pulling up a seat in a booth by the window. a grin on his face, his order, given in a rapid-fire succession, is probably a little larger than it should be. but the promise of freshly made pancakes and a mountain of bacon is far too strong a call for him to ignore.

the plate being set down in front of him a few minutes later comes as a surprise, peter only barely managing to stay in his seat. he hadn't heard the waitress approach. hadn't known that he wasn't alone. it leaves him frowning as he looks up at the woman to thank him for his meal, having to focus intently to hear the sounds of her shoes clicking against the floor as she walks away. it's only then that he starts to grind the heel of his palm against his ear. that he pinches his nose and puffs out his cheeks to try and pop his ear. that he finds himself seconds away from a panic attack because-

he can't hear a thing]

network.

[he's already carefully positioned the camera by the time he starts filming, his selfie-skills carefully honed in the way only a teenager can. he's walking through a forest, one that seems a whole lot quieter than it should be. for those paying attention, yes, he's trying to leave deerington already. as curious as he may be about the place he'd woken up in, there's a certain aunt back home who he knows better than to annoy by disappearing like this.

thus, heading right back home. though it'd help if he knew...which way to go.]

Hey, so. I don't know if anyone can hear this? But, uh- My name's Peter, and I'm looking for directions.

[his attention drifts past the camera, focused on something up ahead. he's still moving though, so clearly whatever it is isn't enough to stop him. but as the area around him grows darker, it looks like peter has completely forgotten about the camera he's holding. right up until he picks up on the sadly familiar taste of copper in his mouth.

he jolts suddenly, blinking back to the present. rubbing at his nose, he doesn't realize that he's smeared blood across his face. instead, it's with a wide grin that he finally speaks again.]

Hey, so. I don't know if anyone can hear this? But, uh- My name's Peter, and I'm looking for directions. Does anyone know the way back to New York? I...think I might be kinda lost.

Any help?

[though despite his request, he's...just going to keep on moving. eventually he'll get to the end of the forest, right?]

wildcard.

feel free to drop a starter of your own here. nothing is off-limits (though please no far from home spoilers. i'm the last person in the uk to watch it apparently) peter is coming from the end of spider-man: homecoming, fyi. and yes, that network post is a direct c/p from the last tdm. don't judge me.

un: cnpont / network.

[wiseass]

Hey, my name's Claire. I don't know much about face timing, not big on the constant field of vision thing but I can give you a few pointers.

[Not on face timing, and vlogging, or whatever this was communication-wise but just about this place she's found herself in, that liked to cycle from one fresh hell to the next.

Just to make the whole gone rogue look she's sporting with her leather jacket and torn jeans more thorough she's also got a few nice looking bruises around her face and some cuts and scrapes are peppered in for good measure. They've been healing, for about a day and a half, but they've still got that fresh pink hue of something more recent. ]

I guess it's supposed to be Maine?? It's Maine-ish??? I mean - If Maine was a one-way portal to an inescapable hellscape.
Sorry to say, no one's gonna be able to help you back to New York.

jason todd | dc comics

[cesspit]

i. Dice Block

[ The die rolls him onto a skull and a knife promptly comes barreling his way which he avoids by the skin of his teeth. ]

Wow! [ A red helmet turns back to look at the dagger embedded on the wall behind him. ] Guess they weren't kidding when they said the skulls were unlucky.


ii. Network

un: redhood

Anyone else got accosted by some random deer before winding up here? I mean, I can't fault them on originality, but really? Maine?! I thought this place was a myth like parent-teacher conferences and youth soccer.


iii. Emoji

[ ooc; hit him up with an emoji and I'll make it work! ]


iv. Wildcard

[ ooc; make up your own scenerio and i'll make it work! ]

ii | text; un: B01

[turbedon]

It's also where all the crazy stuff happens.

Case in point.

Vanitas | Kingdom Hearts

[brokendarkness]

[ Arrival ]

[It’s an understatement to say this isn’t where Vanitas expected to be. After making his choice he expected to fade away into darkness or maybe even end up in the realm of darkness or even stop existing. There were a number of outcomes to that really but deerington shouldn’t of been one of them.

He feels...alive and that’s not what he really wants to feel. He’s furious that his choice has been taken and twisted to make him appear in this world. He snarls and pulls his helmet off, throwing it violently across the room and shattering the already damaged glass-like surface of it. Unversed should be spilling out of him in masses but no more than a handful appear. It's strange.. He hates the creatures but even that is strange on its own. They have enough sense to dart away from their , staying out of his path as he trashes the room.

It’s a good hour or so after that he’s outside and stepping out to explore the world. He’s collected his thoughts enough and biten down some control that hes briskly walking through the town with his fists clenched tightly at his side. His unversed are being strange and he's have issues even summoning his keyblade let alone making a dark corridor out of here.
Vanitas still can’t make sense of what has happened to him. His heart is already telling him his other half is here along with a faint pulling from another source of light he’d easily guess to be Sora. There’s...someone else but he ignores it. He’s not interested in them.

His pair of floods dart of quickly per Vanitas’ wishes to scout out and find out what this place is. He just wants to leave. Though he’s focused on that, he’s not really paying attention to where he’s going so anyone he passes will practically get his shoulder rammed into their own to get out of his way.]

Watch it.


[Dance Dance]

[Vanitas somehow isn’t surprised. What little time he’s had in this place, especially after the dice board game, has made him believe this place is just out to mess with them.

He does check the doors, testing them in some vain hope that maybe one didn’t shut properly and he can just slip out and leave his new teammate here.

No such luck.

He exhales and looks up at the spike covered ceiling and then over to the other unlucky person. They don’t really have a choice here....]

This is a really stupid way to die so you better not have two left feet.

[Its not even really dancing...just following arrows so it can’t be that difficult, right?]


[Wildcard]

((go for it, anything goes.

Arrival

[brokenlight]

[Fate can be cruel in a way.

Ventus has felt a familiar tugging on his heart that he hasn't felt since he's awakened after his decade long slumber. It was the kind of tugging that made him stop, a kind of chill going down his spine. After everything, he's not sure if they should meet, but at the same time--

In a really weird way, he's missed him.

The Floods catches his attention, but he doesn't bother with them. Instead, he focuses on that feeling, walking to where his heart is leading him. But he becomes so lost in his thoughts that he doesn't pay attention to where he's going and he stumbles back a bit. Looking up, his one good eye widens while his injured eye hides behind bandages.]

Vanitas.

Theseus Scamander | Fantastic Beasts

[chosenside]

dice game;
[Really, Theseus doesn't think he's asking much when he wants to be in the room that he was trying to reach in the first place. Should be quite simple, right? Open a door, and be where you want to be. Instead, as if the door's been charmed, he's stuck in this oversized game, with an obnoxious voice telling him the rules of the game. And really, truly, Theseus is not normally a cheater, but he doesn't want to play this game when personal harm is a probably outcome.

He briefly glances at whoever's with him, not wanting them to go through this dangerous activity either, before pulling his wand out. The wizard looks serious, but nods in a hopefully encouraging manner.]

I'll return shortly. [So the idea was to test apparation, and get to the end without worrying about the dice. And if that worked, go back to the other player and help them to the other side. No worry about anyone landing on a bad spot, right?

Well, right intentions...

Theseus disappears for a few seconds, only to return to the same exact spot, except his arm is bleeding badly and the wizard seems to be in a moderate amount of pain. He holds his arm to him and tries to brush the whole thing off because well, guess that was pretty bloody stupid. Should've known that wouldn't have worked...]

G-Guess I deserved this for trying to break the rules.

emoji;
[Perhaps he really shouldn't open every message that comes to this fancy muggle device. Because the moment he does, with a certain sleeping emoji popping up, Theseus suddenly feels completely exhausted for no reason at all. Okay, he definitely knows why, this place bending magic and--

The wizard feels his eyes close halfway as he stumbles down the street, fighting off the urge to just fall asleep on the bench. Or the street. No, that's not very dignified... he has to keep going and... go home. Right. Except he can feel his awareness slowly depleting and Theseus doesn't quite notice anyone in front of him, not until he bumps into them rather harshly.]

Oh, pardon me... [He offers a tired smile, unable to bring his normal charm up.] Didn't realize you were there.

wildcard;
[Want to plot something in particular? Reach me at currykirby]

Wildcard

[newtralize]

[Newt rarely ventures up to the second floor of his little townhome. He never had reason to use them, as his bed was on the first floor and he didn't own enough to need to use the rooms on the second floor. That, and he spent majority of his time down in the basement. The...basement he created instead of potentially just reworking the second floor.

Details.

The rooms have been vacant for some time now. V, his former roommate, had long since disappeared from Deerington. Ben, who had awoken in his townhome, had ended up having keys to the townhome next door. Airy had used to live there, but she was also gone.

That being said, Newt would never know someone was living upstairs because he doesn't check. Honestly speaking, he wouldn't really care. He kept his front door unlocked anyways, so that it was easier for anyone assisting him with his creatures to just be able to let themselves in instead of having to wait for Newt to let them in.

He didn't worry much because Helga, his husky, makes an awful bit of racket whenever someone comes in. Speaking of Helga, Helga scampers up the stairs to the second floor. She sniffs and trots about until she stops in front of one of the doors and starts scratching at it with a whine. As though there was something (or someone) inside the room.

That can't be possible though. Can it?]

Tony Stark | MCU | OTA

[nonstopnarcissist]

Just a roll of the Dice

[ Honestly This is pretty far from ideal. Adjusting to the whole- everything that is this town, the people, the magical mystery of it all (has he thought today about hating magic? No? Here's his obligatory mental 'fuck magic' for the day) has been a bit of a bitch. This shit isn't supposed to happen to him anymore, he tapped out. He's retired. Living a quiet farm life b a lake far, far away from this multidimensional bullshit.

But okay, weird town, weird deer tattoo? Whatever.

His assigned housing becoming a gigantic board game? That- ]

Whatever.

[ Roll the dice, play the game, it's all digital so there's no fucking with physics to try to keep ahead of the curve and make sure the unlucky shit doesn't happen. Pure random chance. His favorite. Rolling he gets- a 1. Chest space, an item. Gaining a- ]

What the hell-

[ Switchblade. Why in the hell does he have a switchblade in his pocket? ]

This got a lot more unsettling, real quick.


Could have Danced all night

[ Once through the boardgame of horrors- DDR. Which wasn't exactly his game of choice when it became popular the first, fifth, seventh time around. A sense of rhythm is simple enough but a reduced lung capacity has more or less cut his ability to keep this shit up indefinitely in half. The literal spikes overhead that look ready to come bearing down for a missed step really doesn't help.

After Satan's own chutes and ladders, he's not willing to risk a fuckup. ]

Please say you don't have two left feet. My limit for horrific gaming experiences is one a day ad I've already hit my quota.

just a roll of the dice

[thenovice]

[Diarmuid had been moving to leave his cabin after performing one of the sacred offices, when he found himself thrust into a new situation altogether — one that startles him, leaves him frozen with some fear. Tony will likely feel the presence of the new player behind him with time, and upon turning to inspect, he'll find a battered and bruised teenager with curly brown locks, donning a sling on his right arm and dressed in near-black robes that eat up his other free limbs with the lengths of the garb.

He does look terribly familiar, doesn't he?

The monk looks nervously from Tony to the strange game-like setup, something of which he's never played through before. When you come from a time and place where board games are hardly usual... it leaves everything all the more convoluted.]

Wh... What's this about? What manner of walkway is this?

[... Irish, very Irish.]

Cain Scarlett | Original

[prohibitions]

I. Dice Block
A
You've got to be absolutely kidding me. [Cain isn't really one for board games of any kind, and especially not board games of Deerington nature. He lets out a sigh that is someone who has kind of accepted and resigned to their fate.] Well, at least it's easy enough.

[Your character's name shows up on the screen.] Well, looks like you're first. Good luck to you. [Really, good luck. This is going to be Some Game.]

B
[Cain lets out a yelp of pain that is accompanied by the awful sound of something breaking. Like a bone. That was most definitely the sound of bones breaking.] Motherfucker.

[For what it's worth, Cain seems to be taking this pretty well. Well, other than he's obviously in a hell of a lot of pain and one of his arms is kind of just...hanging to his side uselessly, yeah. He's fine.

The man even fishes a box of cigarettes out from his pocket and manages to get a cigarette out. He even tucks the cigarette into his mouth and lights the cigarette on his own. Pretty impressive for a man who just had his damn arm broken.] Your turn. [So, they're not gonna talk about what just happened?]

II. Arrival
[This isn't the first time Cain has found himself here, but he is taken by surprise by it in some sense. Based on the calendar on the Fluid, he hasn't been here for some months now.

Odd.

He knows the song and dance about arriving though and he's quick to leave the confines of his new home to see if he can find some familiar faces, which honestly, isn't working out so well.

At least people aren't dying from some unknown illness, because that was most definitely what had been occurring when he was last here. Cain can be found wandering about. he doesn't look quite so lost, but he does seem to be looking for something.]

III. Wildcard
[Hit me up on plurk or leave me a starter if the ones I have don't fit your fancy!]

II

[paradoxpoint]

[Arthur's looking considerably leaner than the last time Cain had been around and his eyes are now a reflective silver in shade. That doesn't stop him from recognising the returned Sleeper though and he manages a small smile on seeing the familiar face.]

Back so soon?

john connor. tscc.

[knowyourexit]

dance, dance

[ John stares incredulously at what he comes up on after the giant D&D game of hell. The more time goes on, the more he almost thinks this is some fever dream following the car crash. Or maybe Cameron really did manage to kill him, and the world is pretty screwed regardless. He remembers something in science class once talking about misfiring neurons and stuff. The pain from missteps in that game made him doubt that idea pretty quickly.

The spikes loom above himself and the other person, and he’s pretty sure this isn’t just for show. His first missed move thanks to his still healing leg makes the spikes lurch closer to them. ]

Okay, so I'm an awful dancer to begin with, and my leg isn’t helping. If you’ve got any ideas, I’m listening.

[ Because the last thing he wants in life is to turn into a human pincushion. ]


network. un: jbaum

[ Setting up the camera in his room, he reaches up to rub a hand through his hair as he gathers his thoughts. He shakes his head a little to himself, but finally looks to the camera and starts talking. ]

I’m John. Considering the brutal games, and general weirdness of the past couple of days--- [ He thinks about that much time has passed. It could just be hours, he doesn’t know. ]---I’m just looking for information. To try and regroup and figure out a plan of some kind, I guess.

If you just want to talk about it here, that’s fine. If you want to meet, I’ll be at this diner.

[ He marks it on a map. John wants to explore this phone more. His mom is always strict on the kind of tech that’s in the house, and he’s never seen one like this before. Sure, it’s not the CPU to a Terminator, but it’s cool regardless. Maybe he can find a tool kit while he’s out. ]


wildcard!

[ Wanna run into him at the diner after that network post? Maybe you were the person stuck with him during the dance, dance we’re all going to die horribly episode. He’s really sorry, by the way. Maybe he’s just wandering around to get a feel for the place, either way, feel free to bump into him! ]

kimberly hart, power rangers 2k17

[recoined]

› what kind of fucked up dance party is this

[ kimberly hart is a good dancer. it comes with the territory, really. a good cheerleader should always know how to move to the rhythm — and it's not like she hasn't seen people play the outdated dance dance revolution game in the angel grove movie theatre, working up a sweat while dancing to tinny remasters of pop culture hits.

if she's honest, kimberly could have been dealt a way worse hand. but that doesn't mean she's particularly thrilled about literally dancing for her life — or getting stuck with a partner. if this was a solo activity, she'd probably be out the door. ]

Please tell me you at least took a semester of PE or something?

[ don't do her like this. ]

› emojis are a girl's best friend

[ texting! finally! something normal! except... well, kimberly's not sure what she's supposed to make of a text message from a mystery person with literally one emoji in it. and it's not even a normal emoji, either.

no, it's just... mrs claus.

🤶🏻

which is why, after a bit, kimberly finds herself absolutely dedicated to giving things away. nothing of importance, really, but each person she passes absolutely has to be stopped. they don't have to exchange pleasantries, but kimberly is determined to press something into their hands — maybe a leaf, or a twig, or a lock of her own hair?

whatever it is, it's accompanied by kimberly's uncomfortable chipper voice and a wildly unseasonable greeting: ]

Merry Christmas!

[ bitch, it's september. ]

› wildcard

[ choose your own adventure. drop me a line at semicolons / quake#2740 or via pm if you have questions/concerns! ]

emojis

[teamfun]

[Louis takes the thing because honestly, he's too confused not to. He stares at the twig in his hand, then at Madame Chipper over here. ]

Um. Okay? Merry... September, complete and utter stranger.

Louie Duck | Ducktales (2017)

[louieout]

dice block.

[ louie hadn't been terribly troubled to suddenly find himself stepping out of the door onto a life-size board game. this sort of thing was practically a given, now that they were living with uncle scrooge.

that guy was such a troublemaker, really.

on the other hand, he's a bit annoyed that no one's gone and told him what the prize is for winning, and while his name is clearly displayed above next to the number of spaces that he's meant to move, louie is sat down with his arms crossed over his chest, firmly refusing to move. ]

I'm not taking a single step until we agree on the terms of the game. I'm talking something nice, shiny, and really expensive. You know, the bare minimum for me to even show up for an adventure.

network.

listen, whoever thought it was a good idea to drag me here in the first place, I think you grabbed the wrong triplet. you want Dewey, alright? he's the adventurous one, he'd love this stuff.

and if you were hoping uncle scrooge was gonna pay some sorta ransom for me
1) have you ever met the guy.
2) no seriously, have you even heard of the man he SWIMS IN MONEY.
3) he sword fights with ghost, he'll probably sword fight you too.
4) if you don't want me turning this into a reenactment of the Ransom of Red Chief you better cut me in on some of that profit if he does.

wildcard.

[ go wild, message me on itsmel if you want to work something out! ]

dice block

[relieable]

[one wouldn't think so, but Louie and Osomatsu have a little bit in common. sure, Osomatsu's not an adventurer, but he has many brothers who share his face. he also loves money.

being on Team Fish means that his skin is still rough and sharp, and he's feeling no pain or pleasure this month. he almost doesn't blink when he looks up and notices that there is a screen rambling off rules to him. he's in a boardgame now? fine, whatever, that's just Deerington.

he then hears someone talking, and he looks down and finds this... kid? they don't look human, they've got feathers, and webbed feet, but they're wearing clothes, kind of. seems kind of familiar...

anyway, Osomatsu hears their demands, and smirks a bit, tucking his hands into his pockets]

Dunno if you're gonna get an easy answer, there, bub. Deerington isn't that straight-forward.

Richie Tozier | IT (2017)

[kissingbridge]

arrival.

[ all of this is... very weird. maybe on a different day waking up next to a gift basket in an unfamiliar room with some strange cryptic bullshit message on it would just leave richie feeling impressed that the guys had finally scrounged up the creativity and balls to pull something on him but.

after the way they all parted this would be the strangest way ever for bill to apologize to him and probably in pretty bad taste considering the whole nightmare clown thing they're all dealing with right now. maybe ben has untold depths he hasn't seen the bottom of yet though, he's seems nerdy enough for something this involved but again, the timing is all wrong.

and it's all way too clever for something bowers and his gang of neanderthals to think up.

the obvious thing to think is that this was something from the clown fucker, but that letter had been weirdly gentle and that just wasn't it's style. and he hasn't seen a single red balloon walking around this town so far, so. maybe not.

the other things he hasn't seen though? anything he recognizes, or anyone either for that matter, which was basically impossible in derry. ] Did I actually die and this is just a really, really boring heaven? Because if so, I have some complaints I'd like to file with the big guy.

dance dance.

[ richie's not terribly thrilled to find himself back in an arcade right now, not even a tiny, shitty arcade that apparently only has one game in it and a really obvious torture chamber vibe going on with those spikes all over the ceiling.

it's not even a game that richie recognizes. too bright and noisy to be tolerated in a place like derry, looks like something only a girl could get away with playing without getting their ass kicked. he turns his back on the game pretty quickly, makes sure to scoff loudly as he does for the other occupant of the room. the doors won't budge, almost supernaturally so, and between the that and the upbeat, nearly childish music filtering out from the game behind him, richie maybe starts to panic a little. ]

What the hell is this shit, huh?

[ after kicking uselessly at the sealed doors a few times, richie turns on his companion instead as an easier target. but he doesn't try kicking them, oh no, what sort of person do you take him for honestly? he's called trashmouth, not trashfoot, after all. ]

You know, if you wanted to ask me out on a date, there's easier ways to do it. More romantic ones too, though I guess you could say those spikes give the whole place a certain flair.

[ just for good measure, and you know, just in case one more time of trying the exact same thing actually works this time, richie whips back around and kicks at the door only to regret it pretty much immediately. ] Ow, fuck!

[ he stumbles back a few steps from the door now, limping slightly and pulls an old arcade token from his pocket before throwing it viciously at the screen of the game across the room and throwing himself to the ground in a sulky, untidy sprawl. ]

... if we make it out of this alive, I'm telling everyone at school you tried to get fresh with me.

wildcard.

[ go wild, message me on itsmel if you want to work something out! ]

shrug emotes. wHOOPS not 1/2 just the one lmao ignore that

[clussy]

No.

(It's one simple easy word that falls directly out of Eddie's mouth the moment he turns the corner and sees Richie Tozier in the flesh. His first instinct is to assume it's one of Deerington's many sick hallucination or mind games. It wouldn't be the first time Richie had been dangled in front of him to rope him into some dangerous situation, but Eddie's been playing this game long enough that he's gotten real good at recognizing his friends for real and recognizing when it was just his head fooling him.

And his head definitely wasn't fooling him. The problem was Eddie just spent too much of his time categorizing every single little nuance and detail that made up Richie Tozier to ever not recognize the real version from some hoax. He could figure Richie out in pitch black conditions. It was just one of those things.

But it had been a long time, and it had been too many times, and Eddie's lungs suddenly crushed inward and he was grappling at his fanny pack.)

Jesus fuck, why. (This was just cruel at this point. He wrangles a pill bottle out of his pack and with shaking hands gets the cap open and manages to knock a Xanax out. He doesn't even just swallow it, he straight up bites into it and chews it through, staring at Richie with big, glassy holy-shit eyes. Yup. The longer he stared, the more it was cementing that...Richie was back all right.

And no doubt had no memories of- of the times before. Eddie knew he himself was different. Probably an inch taller than Richie last saw him. He wasn't wearing his cast either, but his right arm was thoroughly fucked up. It was badly scarred, and his right hand was ruined to the point where even as he zipped his fanny pack shut, it was clear he couldn't quite use his fingers the same way anymore. Oh yeah, this was a different Eddie all right, and Eddie knew it was obvious. It had been obvious to Bill. It would be obvious to Richie. God, fuck, why did he dry-take his pills? His throat felt dried up to nothing already--

But Richie. Richie was here and Eddie would have to be comatose to not react. So. Once he's gathered a single percentage of his shit together, he sucks in a breath, and then storms right on up to Richie and gives his shoulder a few hard shoves.)

You fucking dick! (He shrieks so loudly that the sound barrier was temporarily broken, but afterwards he almost instantly rushes in to hug Richie in a crushing sort of way, digging his chin into his shoulder.)

You stupid, stupid, fucking dick. Jesus Christ, Richie. Fucking-. (He shuts his eyes, squeezing Richie even harder, pinching his eyes until they hurt. He was horrified that when he opened them back up, Richie would be dust in his arms and gone all over again.)

You're such an asshole.

Merle Highchurch 🌿 The Adventure Zone: Balance (CRAU)

[extremeteenbible]

Dice Block

The second Merle gets hip to what's going on, the three-foot-six dwarf crosses his little arms and shakes his head.

"Oh, no. I've played this one before. That's how this happened." He taps the eyepatch over his eye. "You can play if you want, but I'll warn ya... The consequences of a bad roll can be... pretty bad."

Network

un: Merle.Hightower

so I'm in some dream version of america... Yadda yadda. Somethin weird is happening with some schmuck's power. happens all the time. Can anybody tell me how to get back to Maurtia Falls, pennsylvania?

un: hottertwin

[restinglichface]

are u speaking in tongues again merle cuz like
what in the fuck

Curufin Fëanorion | J.R.R. Tolkien's The Silmarillion

[so_dark_a_road]

Arrival

[ He yells in his sleep, dreaming of the deer-faced being who is dragging him across grass and sharp rocks. ]

Let go my fucking ankle!

[ He yells so loudly that he wakes himself up. He is lying on his back in a bed. He is no longer in the world he started in, and he perceives this immediately. ]

What the hell???? I don't remember buying a ticket for the Drag-You-By-the-Feet Express!

[ Feel free to hear him yell and come to see what is wrong. ]



Dance till you can't dance no more!

[ Curufin finds himself on the pad with the arrow in the room with the horrible-looking spikes on the ceiling. It doesn't take him long to figure out what those things are for, even though he hasn't made a mistake. He's a good dancer and can dance any style whatsoever. Between moves he speaks to his dance partner. ]

Whoooo! If we don't get pronged, do you suppose there's a prize?

[ Very cheerful considering this is actually a dire situation. ]



Wildcard

[ Invent the scene of your choice. If you want to check in with me about anything, hit me up on tangyminx]

Dancing tiiime

[steelwolf]

This is not the sort of dancing to which I'm accustomed!

[But she's still going to try her very best. Those spikes look rather sharp, and she finds it much easier not to watch.]

And I'm hoping the prize is that door opening!

jennifer check | jennifer's body | ota

[goesbothways]

the peach is a butt you know

[ Well, this thing certainly beats the shitty flip phone she'd been using — not that her old one even picks up so much as a single bar in Bambitown. But like any normal teen who just so happens to be possessed by a demon, Jennifer definitely plucks the Fluid up from the basket of other items that have mysteriously appeared upon her waking after rifling through the remaining contents, jamming the ID into the back pocket of her jeans before flopping back into her bed and idly scrolling through the available apps. There's an obvious one meant for dating, which she notes with a small scoff under her breath. ]

What kind of bucktoothed inbreds are gonna be on this, I won — oh. Hel-lo, salty.

[ Maybe she does the equivalent of swiping right on a few worthy candidates before flipping over to the social network, using her thumb to maintain a near-continuous scroll and voicing the occasional comment out loud. ]

Bitching, complaining, wall of text, useless, totally useless. God, the people in this town are such whiners.

[ But then a text alert pops up on her phone; what is she gonna do, not click on it? When she pulls up the message, the only thing that comes up in the message bubble is a single emoji:

😋

Almost on cue, her stomach growls... loudly, and Jennifer places a hand there, briefly diverted by the fact that her nail situation could use some serious attention. But who is she to argue with what her body is clearly telling her it wants — and right now, what it wants is to eat. Looks like someone's about to go hunting.

So she actually gets off her ass and leaves the apartment to walk down the street into the heart of town, stopping the first tasty snack she encounters with a tilt of her head and a finger idly twirling around a strand of her hair, doing her best to offer an inviting smile. ]

Hi. Uh, I'm new in town, and I'm wondering if you might be able to help me out? [ Giggle giggle. ]

wildcard

[ want a different starter or to plan your own personal interaction with deerington's resident succubus teenager? feel free to hit me up in the DMs or via plurk at favoritings. ]

the peach

[hopecanruinyou]

[ everyone in deerington is far more friendly than thom is generally used to, and he's still getting used to it but this particular approach is one thom is utterly mystified by.

not that he hasn't seen it around before, he's not completely socially blind, but never directed at him. ]

Um.

[ he looks over his shoulder just to confirm that Jennifer is, indeed, talking to him. ]

Sure, I guess. What is it? That you need help with?

Tulip O'Hare (AMC Preacher)

[boo_berry]

[Emoji]

[Send Tulip one, let's see what happens?]
----
[Arrival]

[Cue a petite woman in a white sundress currently covered in blood walking the streets. But she's got her shotgun and is out to shoot Featherstone in return. Add in the fact she's dizzy from the blood loss and well she's a sight. But names can be made out as she's hitting redial on her phone at a fast clip.]

Jesse?

Cass?

Nuts in white nowhere to be seen...

[But she's looking very ready to drop so little help?]
----
Wildcard

[Have Tulip will travel! Ping TheHourMorgana if needed.]

[OOC: End of S2 when she was shot by Featherstone/pre Angelville.]

Magnus Bane | Shadowhunters (TV)

[hedon]

ONE █ (THE 🔥 IN THE BELLY)

username: freewheeling

Now, normally I'm not one to complain. I like to move within the rhythm of the music as it's offered but I was sent a magical conduit through my phone.

And that's not fair play.

[More like, he's been dripping with sweat since the transmission was received. Only steadily getting hotter, not dangerously so- not for him anyway, but it's plenty to irritate him and also why he didn't don his presence on the network.

He's down to just his underwear now. It's a matter of pride.]

TWO █ PUTTING ON THE RITZ)

[Now, typically Magnus welcomes every situation with same flourish he enters it in, but so far Deerington has been nothing but boring and uncomfortable and the natural follow up to that is to leave the kingdom, as it were, until he finds out certain assets of his that had taken life times to preserve and to perfect have been stripped away from him.

It's very difficult to miss Magnus looking like he's stepped away from the stage for Smith's cover band, in clothing so vintage it's pre-vintage storming down the hallway while flinging his gift basket into the wall.

KAREN NEEDS TO SPEAK TO MANAGEMENT.]

THREE █ ACES WILD)

[Please feel free to start your own scenario, I'm just treading water with a new, old, now new again character.]

Jessie | Toy Story | post 4 so let me know if you wanna avoid spoilers

[yodelling]

ARRIVAL

[When you spend a good portion of your life inside a child's bedroom you kind of expect to stay there, unless aforementioned child takes you out, or you're dragged on an adventure outside the room where you face things a toy should never have to face. You kind of expect certain things to stay the same. As such, Jessie really doesn't understand why the howdy hey she's suddenly in a town she's never seen before. Worse, she's alone and she doesn't like that one bit. No sir.

She's trying to ninja her way around the place, but people might hear her panicked mutterings to herself as she ducks behind trash cans and fire hydrants- trying to find something, anything she might recognise. Clutching something small very close to her chest as if it will somehow guide her through this madness. ]

Jessie never gives up, Jessie finds away. Jessie never gives up, Jessie finds a way.

[Should she sense movement, she drops to the ground like... well, a ragdoll. Anyone can find a little pull-string cowgirl flopped against the ground with a grin on her plastic face. This is not a fun day no sir. ]

VOICE; UN: bazooka jane

[Jessie has come to the horrible conclusion that she needs to get some help. She hasn't seen ANY toys in her panicked running around - at least none that would talk to her. That part's pretty unnerving. She'd rather not break The Rule and talk to humans, but she doesn't have much of a choice. She at least learned enough about technology from Trixie to work the little phone she found on her. Maybe she can play it smart and the humans won't ever find out. She huddles in an alleyway, hoping for the best. Desperate times.]

Um. Howdy? I wonder if anyone could help me, seems I'm a mite lost? Does anyone know how to get to 1225 Sycamore Street from [she glances up at the nearest street sign] Elm Street? ... Wow, really? I'm supposed to be making a... deliverly there, and I just plum can't find it.

Dance dance

[You know you're pretty damn boned when you're in a dancing death trap and your partner seems to be a toy that's just lying on the ground like an inanimate object. That would make someone think they've lost pretty hard at the Dance Partner Lotto. The doll is paying attention to the room though- and you might catch a brief flicker of fear in her expression each time the ceiling drops down a little more- before it fixes back into a smile.

Eventually, after three missed beats on her part, her head actually turns your way. You know. Like a possessed nightmare doll. She really, really shouldn't be moving around people, but she's pretty sure she can't survive having spikes dropped on her and she's absolutely certain her partner won't. She glances at the spikes, then at her partner. ]

Okay. Don't freak out. I'm gonna try to help you.

YEAH BABEY (network)

[mrsnesbitt]

[you know, for all the nightmarish things buzz has heard happen to other people (woody, most importantly, good lord is he so intensely upset that woody was caused even the slightest bit of harm) and what he's seen on the network, categorically the worst thing that's happened to him was a fantasy dwarf with a plant fetish putting the words flesh elevator in his message inbox. he's been lucky, he thinks. none of his problems are actually... all that important.

that being said, his thought process when he hears jessie's message is very similar to what woody thought when buzz himself showed up; this dream is dangerous, but one of the people he's closest to in the world is here! oh, shit! she's in the dangerous place! these are some very intense emotions that are all colliding at once in buzz's head! is this what woody feels like all the time?!

he answers with a private video, because... okay, there's no real reason. the video button is just right next to the voice one! at least he manages to private it before he does that.]

Jessie! I know where Elm Street is-- [haha, he knew staring at that map for a solid 48 hours would come in handy! take that, existential anxiety! the video clicks off suddenly as he grabs the stupid oversized fluid and keeps the audio on. a technological advancement made entirely by accident.] --we have a secure location nearby. Are you okay?

[he knows the answer to that is likely no, but... physically, maybe.]

steven universe | steven universe

[gempathic]

dice block.

[ There's no life experience to justify an "another day, another death game" joke here. No, this whole Deerington thing is still pretty fresh. And while Steven may have the near-death-experience thing down pat thanks to the way things tend to shake out back home, it turns out it's not especially reassuring in this moment.

Frankly, he doesn't like the sound of "grave misfortune." At all. It's creepy. He's not gonna lie about it. That's not Steven's best area.

He takes a quick look around while the dice is blinking under his name, landing on whoever's stuck in this jam with him.

It's gonna be fine. Teamwork makes the dream work. He's seen enough cat posters to know it's the truth. ]

Uh, hey there. [ He gives a short wave. ] I'm Steven. Your game board buddy. You might know me from... the big sign up there. Is it okay if I try to move towards you? We should probably stick together.


dance dance.

[ It doesn't take him too long to put two and two together on this one. DDR in all of its iterations across the universe is pretty straightforward. And in the possibly post-dice game economy, that's enough to really perk him up.

Perking Steven up rarely takes a lot of doing. ]

Oh! I sing and dance all the time at home! [ Yes, even in these same flip-flops. He's 10% human, 10% gem, 15% musical numbers, and the rest is sandals. Little known fact. ] Maybe this won't be so bad?

[ Steven looks up. ]

Aaaaaand it drops deadly spikes on people.

[ Like... ??? Please don't? Why is this like this? ]

Well, we're both too young and beautiful to get impaled, partner, so I guess we'll just have to make it work.

[ 'Always Look on the Bright Side of Life' blares in the bg, spiritually. ]

Dance Dance(til you're dead)

[justlikemob]

[Mob looks at the dance pad in abject fear. Not that the spikes worry him, he could probably stall them from falling if he really needed to. No, what scares him the most? Dancing. His stamina may have improved after months of working out, but he has no sense of rhythm whatsoever.]

Oh...I can't do this...

[Then a colorfully dressed boy around his age talks to him. Right, he's not here alone. This is both good and bad, because on one hand he doesn't have to dance by himself, but on the other his lack of skill could endanger someone else oh god.]

I guess...? I'll try and follow you...but if the spikes start falling, run. I'll handle it.

[He sounds more confident on that last part. Hopefully his powers don't give him another bad nosebleed.]

Shigeo "Mob" Kageyama | Mob Psycho 100 | Implied ch99 spoilers in Arrival post

[justlikemob]

Arrival

[Mob had been terrified, and overwhelmed from everything that seemed to happen at once before he woke up somewhere he'd never been before. He tried to recall all of it: there had been a child, then a speeding car approaching him...then all of a sudden, he was being attacked by a deer in a forest? Was part of that a dream? ...maybe he was still dreaming. Mob had experience with dream worlds, so he could probably handle this one. He just hoped it didn't last as long as last time. Opening the door, Mob called out in a calm voice to wherever the music was playing.]

Hello...? Is anyone there?

A Dicey Situation

[Mob tried to use his psychic powers to dispel whatever the source of this illusion was, but to no avail. Either the game was too strong, or he was too weak. He casually wiped the blood from his nose, squinting at it.]

Hm. That doesn't usually happen...

[Maybe it was a "perk" from the game. He looked to the other person, holding a hand out.]

Hey, maybe we should try and move at the same time? I don't want to risk either of us getting trapped here forever.

Wildcard

[Send him an emoji, come at him affected by one, or give me any other scenario you can think of!]

Mazikeen | Lucifer (TV)

[bearattack]

A - Arrival

[As she stalks down E. Main Street on this fine morning, one small curved blade in each hand, everything about Maze's body language screams angry. Confusion might very well be the more common newbie reaction, but like so many other emotions, it's all too easy for confusion to whirl itself around inside her and outwardly manifest as fury. Apparently she's already had a few run-ins with NPC citizens, because the next time she comes across a person, she rounds on them, demanding:]

So if I ask you where I am, are you gonna be weird about it, too?

[She pauses for a half second.]

And don't just say "Deerington". I got that much.

B - Network; UN: mazikeen

you know what sucks? spending years putting together a life, only to be dragged to a new place where you have to start all over again. i know it's probably not permanent. not the point.

[Her job is obsolete here, and she's back to being alone again, despite having managed to make three whole friends (well, two; things with Chloe are weird right now) back on Earth. This really, truly sucks.

The job thing she can keep working on, but the town network seems to be hopping here, and she figures it's the best way to make contact with people who might be tolerable. With that in mind...]

two questions.

1. what is the most interesting thing about you?
2. did anyone else wake up without any of their knives / other weaponry?

C - The Great Sleep: The Black Dog Motel

[Here we have Maze, dirt all down her front and under her fingernails after clawing her way out of the grave, making her way out of the cemetery. She's not so angry now, but she is focused, alert to any threats that might approach in this strange, new place (she's only just started getting used to the rhythm of Deerington; of course it had to throw something new at her). Whoever's nearby has already been briefly assessed and deemed to not be a threat, so they're not getting the brunt of her attention as she strides across the motel parking lot, throws open the doors to the lobby, and-- woah.

Faced with a monstrous two-headed dog, Maze's first instinct is to be conciliatory - even with the antler-carved blade she'd been given, she doesn't trust that her weapons are going to be any use against one of this world's monsters. Holding the blade down by her side, she holds her other hand up in what she hopes is a non-threatening gesture, taking a slow step back.]

Easy, boy.

[Apparently, that's enough to do it; the mouths open, revealing the keys, and after a brief moment of hesitation Maze snatches them both. She examines them, then turns towards the one other Sleeper nearby, holding up the vehicle key and raising an eyebrow.]

You coming? I'm driving.

D - Wildcard

[Hit me with something else if you want!]

[agereversal]

East Main Street. [Says the kid she's turned to snap at. He's a scrawny 14 year old with blue hair and a bored expression.]

In Deerington.