NOVEMBER TEST DRIVE MEME

[sodder]

NOVEMBER 2019 TEST DRIVE MEME

Welcome to November's Test Drive Meme! This month's Test Drive's theme is: DEATH/ZOMBIE HORROR.

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: Possible mild cannibalism, organs (including pictures of fake food that looks like organs), mutant insect in linked picture, blood, sensations of starvation, possible binge eating, possible binge drinking.
Don't forget to tag content whenever necessary. Have fun!

Prompt One
Prompt Two
Character Arrival
Master Navigation

NOT BEAST NOR KIN

The blood and organs that have been festering in the ground and walls of Deerington seem to not only be attracting rats at this point, but something far more dangerous and... just plain gross. These deadly looking maggots are roughly the size of an average human. They’re slithering in an out of the ground, filling up holes where some organs seem to have burst open, or writhing around in the wake of the red waves that have left bloody puddles in the street. If you keep your distance, they’re mostly just disgusting to watch, adding to the feeling of utter decay that the town has gone into.

But those who wander too close or who are unfortunate enough to go by a nest of these maggots without noticing could end up swarmed. They can leap farther than something that large should physically be capable of and the sharp teeth on the end of their bodies will pierce through even the toughest of skin and bone. Once they latch on, they won’t let go; not until they’ve finished their meal. If you aren’t quick, the blood loss will be, and you could end up an evening snack for a whole group of these creatures.

They are fairly easy to kill, luckily. Average weapons seem to take them down or you can smash their heads (if you can call it that) with a few good stomps from a boot. The only trouble is how quick they move and how strong they are; you might need to call for help to get away from them when you get cornered by too many of these monsters.

ALL YOU CAN EAT

Maggots aren’t the only things that want to eat, though! And it seems that the community center is aware of that as well. Advertisements are strewn all over town for an all you can eat buffet that will be set up, not even an entrance fee required (though donations are welcome at the door if you’re feeling generous). No one in their right mind would want to go and get food from a party into Deerington at this point though, right? Of course not. You’re way too clever for that.

Except that as the party draws closer, anyone who saw the advertisements will find themselves slowly feeling like they’re starving. There’s a hallow belly feeling that no amount of food you consume will ever be able to fill. It feels like you might go crazy from how bad the hunger gets, craving something to fill your stomach, anything... And in the back of your mind, you might remember the buffet. You might start to feel a strange realization that the food they’re offering will actually help get rid of your cravings and you’ll be drawn to the party no matter how adamant you’ve been that it’s not a good idea.

The spread they offer isn’t something that should be appetizing to most on a regular basis; raw, very clearly human organs are laid out across the table on fairly decorative plates. A fountain of what looks like blood is put up in place of chocolate for you to dip your food into. No matter how disgusted you might normally feel, you find yourself practically drooling at the mouth and you’re quick to grab a plate and dive in.

At least the drinks look like they’re normal; sodas, beer, wine, champagne, and liquors ready to create your favorite cocktails. A menu will give you an idea of what pairs best with each organ, so make sure you select something that goes perfectly with your plate of intestines.

What would a Deerington party be without something tricky attached to all this. Even the smallest bites of any of the organs will offer sudden changes to the consumer, each power growing stronger the more that you eat.

• Eating BRAINS will make it so that you are able to hear another person’s thoughts. Anyone standing near by, really. They’ll trickle in slowly at first, but the more that you eat, the more you’ll hear, and eventually it could become overwhelming. Sometimes you can focus in on just one person if you stare at them intently, but that could make you look like a creep. Maybe you should just go somewhere quiet until it passes.


• Eating a HEART will make you feel compelled to confess your emotions to someone. Maybe a specific person or maybe it’s towards a complete stranger, but you just want to get everything out onto the table. You’re overcome with feelings so strong you don’t know how to contain them anymore and you’ve just got to get them out somehow.


• Eating LIVER will cause you to want to drink. A lot. You might find that you’re not able to get enough, even. It doesn’t make you immune to the alcohol though, so it’s got the potential to lead some pretty nasty alcohol poisoning if you aren’t careful. Characters who usually can’t get drunk will find that consuming liver makes them a total lightweight. Woops. Better have someone help you walk home.


• Eating the STOMACH will make you want to eat everything. You’ll no longer feel starving, but you just want to taste any food that’s near you, and you won’t stop no matter how full you feel. It’s not just organs, but any food consumed outside of the buffet. It might be a bad time to go to Peter’s Pizza for a late night meal.


• Eating INTESTINES will give you an abundance of courage. You’ll find that you’ve got guts you never knew you had and it might make you willing to go tell your crush how you feel about them, or tell off that one guy who’s been pissing you off for weeks, or maybe you might start to think it’s cool to go scale a building or fight a monster when you don’t have any skill sets to actually take one down. Hopefully you don’t do anything you’ll regret in the morning— assuming you don’t get yourself killed doing something stupid, of course.


• Eating EYEBALLS will allow you to obtain the memory of the first person that you touch. Depending on how much you’ve eaten, you may just see a small snippet or you could get sucked in to a full and heavy flashback. The memory will feel like it takes place in real time, but by the time that it’s over, you’ll find that whoever you touched is only just starting to ask you what’s wrong — or tell you to watch where you’re going, buster.


All affects from the food will wear off within about an hour if you’ve only had a bite — or they could last up to twelve if you really stuffed yourself. Please be sure to obtain OOC permission from any players for the brain and eyeball prompts!

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]

[suchmiracles]

Since the TDM takes place in November, does that mean Deerington still looks like it did in October or has it changed back? I.E. is there day/night again?

Dustin Henderson / Stranger Things

[sscuriosity]

ONE █ ARRIVING IN STYLE

[The dream was enough to rattle him but then waking up in a totally different place with the old hokey music playing made it all feel a lot more real. It's really not his style to dream about woodland creatures, his dreams are a lot more fantastic and creative. Dustin would've thought this just transitioned into another dream if it weren't for the basket that he takes absolutely no time ripping into.

The first thing he plucks out of it is one of the sticks of jerky and he's sitting in the lobby of the establishment he woke up in looking through the rest of the crap with some mild interest. He still has half the stick of jerky propped in his mouth like a Cuban cigar.

He's flipping through the text documents, and making notes with a pen he took from one of the desks. Things to remember for later, absolutely. When he isn't underlining relevant shit you can find him marveling at his fluid and talking to anyone that will listen about the functions with wild eyes.]

TWO █ CALL HIM JOHN MCENROE

[Curiosity never killed Dustin and when it comes to living organs growing out of facets in the street he knows better than to get to close. They're all over everything and it's impossible not to get stuck by one when it explodes, the worms screeching to life in a way he's never seen parasites move before.

It reminds me of the Upside Down, of Dart, and he uses the thick died branch that had fallen off one of the trees onto the street to start mashing them one by one as they came for him.]

AHhh! Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Please tell me these things aren't related to the Sarlacc.
Hey! You! Need a little help here.

THREE █ WILDCARD - NETWORK OR CYOA.

[I'm down to clown! Just toss something else from the TDM or a network post for a prompt and I'll reply asap. My plurk is doggos if you have any questions.]

[earthlike]

[ The worlds Nadass is used to are far advanced in terms of both years and technology, so the Fluid is nothing new to her. But she stands and listens intently to Dustin's raving descriptions, a patient smile on her face. ]

Interesting. So it can do voice, video, and text?

Theodora Crain | The Haunting of Hill House

[effinphd]

i. arrival

[when theo comes to, it's with the image of that damn -- rotting flapper-era woman, something, whatever-the-fuck -- reaching to touch her forehead as she stands on the staircase still hovering before her eyes. she reaches up, gasping, to cover the spot, try to banish whatever that thing had transferred to her.

but there's nothing. she doesn't feel anything but her own feelings, and fuck knows those are bad enough.

there are gloves in the basket, and theo pulls them on slowly, one finger at a time, then smooths them all the way up her arms. she pulls her sleeves down, zips up her hooded sweatshirt, lets her hair shake loose around her face, minimizing the amount of skin that's revealed. if this is another one of hill house's fucking tricks, she doesn't want to give it an opening. not another one. it already took mom, took nellie, took luke. theo's not going without a fight.

she'll be wandering the streets, arms crossed over her chest, trying to find her siblings or her dad. if she bumps into anyone, it'll make her cringe, swearing under her breath and steering away like the contact hurts. still, if she sees anyone in distress, she won't be able to keep herself from trying to help. stupid fucking empathy.]

ii. not beast nor kin

Jesus fuck-- [it's spat out, angrily, accompanied by the wet, squashy sound of a blunt object against something that gives like a rotten pumpkin. the blows come one, two, three, probably more than is strictly necessary, but there's something vaguely cathartic about beating the shit out of something.

theo doesn't quite remember where she got the crowbar, but it's sure helpful, gobs of maggoty pulp dripping from it once the thing's dead. there's some bodily fluid -- blood? do maggots have blood? -- on her face, and she wipes it off with a gloved hand. she's panting, angry still, and it feels good. it feels strong.

someone's staring, and she tosses them a quick, narrow-eyed glare.] What.

iii. all you can eat

It isn't real. [that's what theo keeps muttering to herself, stabbing furiously at a hastily-sawed-up piece of liver on her plate and scarfing it down. she barely chews, swallowing the raw bits and shuddering in spite of her ravenous hunger at the slippery feeling of it.] This isn't fucking real.

[it's another one of the hallucinations, the dreams, spilling out into the real world. like an ocean, dad would tell them. she's probably not even eating anything, just going through the motions, but god, the hunger feels real.

when it comes, so does the thirst, though that's nothing new. theo sets down her empty plate on the nearest flat surface, announcing to nobody at all:] I need a fucking drink.

[they better have vodka.]


[[ooc: please take a peek at theo's permissions/opt-in. if you want her to pick up anything via her empathy powers, or if you want to opt-out of playing that entirely, let me know!]]

ii. IN THE RIGHT PLACE AND WITH HTML NOW

[ohshutup]

[Clara just blinks, eyebrows arched over wide eyes in something like approval.]

Nothing. [Clipped, English.] Just thinking that you took that down quicker than I was about to.

[She could do without the cast-off maggot guts that have landed on her jacket, but hopefully offal doesn't stain leather; she hasn't thought to Google that, yet. There don't seem to be any weapons on her person, anything suggesting she was getting ready to fight a creepy-crawly larger than her, but she also doesn't seem to have been rattled by the scene.]

Nadass Vihalen 💫 Alien Ambassador OC

[earthlike]

00. network

un: Ambassador.Vihalen

I wasn't scheduled to visit the United States again until next Spring, but I suppose if the information in the letter I received is true, I don't really have any choice in the matter. So, let's make the most of this unplanned interruption!

Please, tell me about yourselves, and where you come from. Are you from an Earth like this one, or from another planet altogether? What is your home like? What are your beliefs and traditions?

I thank you for indulging my curiosity in this matter.

– N.V.

01. arrival

Nadass went to bed the night before as she did most nights, in a lush penthouse suite of the finest hotel whatever city she was visiting had to offer. It wasn't necessarily her preference-- she just as much appreciates nights spent in a small hut in the wilderness, or aboard a military ship at sea. She has slept in many beds over her three year term on Earth, and though none of them have given her quite as restful sleep as her own bed back home did, she didn't object to any of them.

The bed she awakes in is clearly a human-made bed, though it is wholly unfamiliar to her. So is the room it is inside of. She pushes herself up, echoes of the strange dream playing in her mind, and stumbles around the house, trying to find answers. She finds them in the form of a letter, though the letter only leaves her with more questions.

Fifteen minutes later, she is sitting on a park bench in the middle of town, holding the jar of some exotic berries and a stick of something that looks like cinnamon, but is green. The letter said to eat it, but she's just so confused as to what food from her home planet is doing here, on Earth, in Maine, she's not so sure she should...

02. all you can eat

[ After eating the food in her jar, Nadass finds that she is still hungry. Ravenously hungry. So when she sees signs advertising a free buffet, she jumps at the opportunity to satiate her hunger. When she arrives at the community center and sees what is on offer, she is at first horrified, but despite her misgivings, she can't ignore her body's need to eat.

She makes herself a plate with some brain and some heart, and digs in. She only eats enough to not feel hungry anymore, and soon enough she can be found huddled in a corner, clutching her head and openly sobbing. Anyone who comes close enough for her to notice them will be treated to some panicked cries. ]

I'm so scared! I want to go home! I knew when I accepted this mission that I would never be able to leave Earth, but I didn't think it would be like this! And now I'm hearing voices and they won't stop...!

03. wildcard

[ want something else? hmu @ objectpermanence/millennial falcon#9103. will match prose or brackets. ]

1 (Text: UN - Runeseeker)

[onerthes]

My. You do seem to be trying to hit the ground running after a fashion, do you not? Not that I'm not willing to share, but may I ask what the purpose of this little tidbit is?

I don't think you will be visiting my world anytime soon, after all.

Legolas / Lord of the Rings

[cuor]

Let Me Introduce Myself with 1,000 Words Describing the Scenery and Also A Song

[ Hi there, how's your day going. Hope you're having a good time getting your groceries or something from the store.

As you exit the store, please note there's a guy standing on a car in the parking lot. If you have a car, it's probably yours. He's tall and blond and is apparently using the height to Look Into The Distance like he's in some movie and someone's making a sweeping crane shot of him.

If you don't say hi first, the blond turns to see who's there with a hard look, sizing up whether you're a threat. This new place is 1: exciting but also 2: strange and also kind of terrifying. It's a lot to deal with when you still haven't explored all of your own world yet. ]

Peace, stranger. I bear you no ill will. I am newly come to this dream-land and am yet to make out the lie of the land.

Not Beasts Nor Kin

[ If you're wandering through town this afternoon, you'll find a tall blond surrounded by around a dozen maggot corpses, turning one over with the toe of his boot. His expression is disdainful, if a touch curious.

There's not a drop of blood on him. Not a hair out of place. The only sign he's fought them is the knife in his hand. He looks over his shoulder when he realises he isn't alone.]

What do you call these? They are no goblins that delve through the earth, though they are as easily slain.

All You Can Eat

[ Feasts, unlike so much else here, make sense to Legolas. People gather in one place to eat and make merry. But he's curious about everything he doesn't understand, eager to meet and learn and fully engage in whatever happens.

Until he sees exactly what's on offer and, despite his hunger, decides firmly to abstain from eating anything. But he won't be dissuaded from talking to whoever else is here. ]

This is... not your usual fare, is it? [ Yeah, he's noticed the reaction that a lot of people are having to the food on offer. ]

introductions

[earthlike]

Peace to you as well...

[ Nadass probably doesn't look like much of a threat. She has no weapons, is dressed in crisp, formal clothing, and is carrying a bag of vegetables. ]

I am new to this place as well, but allow me to be the one to tell you-- cars are for riding inside, not standing on top of.

Varok Saurfang | World of Warcraft

[orcnorris]

[A - farming bugs for rep]

Overall, this doesn't look a whole lot like Silithus, but the huge insectoid worms are doing a good job of reminding him unpleasantly of it. He hasn't been in town for long, but he's going to assume that the maggots aren't supposed to be here, so he'll readily dispatch them wherever he can. Armed with a butcher's knife in one hand and a baseball bat in the other (both really too small for an orc, but he'll make do with what he's got), Saurfang spends most of the day slaughtering them, sustaining only minor wounds. They're not really much sport, but they're dangerous enough that he doesn't feel like he can leave them be. There are children and civilians in this town, after all.

Speaking of, he's happy (or at least willing) enough to rescue or help out anyone who gets caught by the maggots. Perhaps you're someone who just received assistance, or you've helped him out on one of the rare occasions he gets one of the little monsters on him. Once the last maggot stops wriggling, he turns his attention to the nearest disgusting organ-wall and grunts.

"Is it always like this?"

[B - network]

[un: saurfang]

What's wrong with the woods surrounding the town?

A - It's just like hunting for old Borelgore, there buddy

[trancheuse]

This time, when he came in to help, the woman who was besieged let out a shriek of anger and rage just a second before lightning shot out around her. it rained down on the two that were trying to get at her, sending them frying to the ground in a twitching heap, blackened to the core.

More were coming even as she yanked her knives free and she grinned at him with the light of someone very well used to this sort of thing. Killing scrubs was fun for her. "Not nearly often enough. This place is usually sooo boring. You wouldn't believe it." She grinned. "You here for the fun?"

yang xiao long / rwby

[vytal]

not beast nor kin.
[ a girl with long, wild yellow hair sticks out against the bloodstained walls and floors like a sore thumb. yang is trying to make her way through town, pointedly avoiding any maggots crawling on the ground or the walls and trying not to step in any bloody puddles. her nose is scrunched and her brow is furrowed in disgust. ]

Ugh, this is disgusting...

[ she takes a few steps further and inevitably crosses paths with a maggot nest. the only indication of any danger is a strange hissing sound that happens just before a maggot flings itself at her. ]

Shit-! [ luckily, yang is fast, and manages to punch through it completely using her cybernetic arm. and judging by how the maggot kind of just...gets shredded to pieces, that arm of hers is pretty strong.

more of them start crawling out of the nest though, and all of them are heading towards yang. might wanna give her a head's up or help her out, here. (or not.) ]

all you can eat.
[ yang is reluctant to go to the party, but she shows in hopes that maybe she can meet more people here and learn more about what's happened to this town. she's basically here to socialize and gather info -- at least that's what she wants to tell herself, anyway. it's becoming increasingly more difficult to ignore the grumbling in her stomach, the way her mouth waters whenever she sees the entrees on the menu.

it's bad.

but maybe talking to a stranger will help. yang approaches the nearest person after helping herself to a can of soda. ]

So...hey. Come here often? 'Cuz I sure don't.

[ a dry attempt at conversation followed by a laugh, but hey. it's something. ]

wildcard.
[ hmu with anything. ]

Not Beast Nor Kin

[onerthes]

Behind you! There's more!

[That came from someone who'd been running up just about the time that the fist punched straight through one of the ugly, filthy creatures. Black flames ran along the rapier in her hand and she stabbed swiftly at one of them, slicing right into the creature. It hissed, twitched and stopped moving just in time for her to free the blade.

Oh, this was going to be fun. She was still recovering damnit, and it showed in her face. Pale, a little sickly, not her best, but she was standing at least.]

This place just keeps getting worse and worse...

bran stark || a song of ice and fire

[summerschild]

[ a. beast ]

[It's silly, but until the maggot comes along he'd nearly concluded that he this was King's Landing. The high stones, the sweeping roofs, all dark and lined in the sky's death-red. Blood runs between the cobblestones, and the air smells like rot, and it seems quite fitting for the place that killed his father. Perhaps the whole city turned dark, to match their hearts. Perhaps this is what was truly meant by Red Keep.

He can't go anywhere. He woke on the front steps of a building, furs and britches already stained by sinister puddles, and has been sitting there ever since, trying very hard to wake up from this vision. Closing his eyes hasn't worked, and none of the people who have passed - robed, with strange masks - have even cast an eye downward.

Unfortunately, the maggot sees him. He tries to scramble up towards the building's doors - a sign above them reads "Riley's Roller Blading Emporium", and all he understands from that is that they may sell knives - but the steps are too slippery, and his furs too cumbersome.]

Help! [His voice is just as small as he is, but hopefully the next person who rounds the corner will take notice.]

[ b. feast ]

[Someone's left a grubby fur cape on the ground outside of City Hall, it seems. Better clean that- Wait, no, it's a kid. A very small kid, who looks to be... eating brains? With his hands, off of fine, decorative china?

Look, it's been days since he had anything substantial, and he's eaten far worse. Or rather, his wolf has. One of the two, complicated story.

If he catches you staring he'll just, stare back for a moment. Slowly wipe his chin with one hand.]

There's more left, inside.

[Just so you don't think he's being greedy.]

(( ooc: if you choose the "feast" prompt, please clarify if he is allowed to hear your character's thoughts! ))

feast; totally fine with bran hearing yang's thoughts!

[vytal]

[ her first thought is that he should not be eating brains. little kid or not, that just isn't a thing anyone should be doing --

her second thought is that those brains actually look delicious. and that scares her more than seeing a little boy eating it does. ]

Really?

[ she sounds desperate. hungry. it's accompanied by a rumble of her stomach, until... ]

Wait -- no! [ she puts her hands on her hips and frowns. ] I'm not eating that, and neither should you.

t h e g o o s e | ugg

[homnk]

[ arrival ]

[ It's a beautiful day in Deerington. ]

[ Wherever you are. Whatever you're doing. Something very dear to you has vanished. Is it another trick of the town? Perhaps Sodder is trying to play a fun practical joke on you. Isn't she funny? ]

[ But then . . . ]

[ Then you hear it. The soft pap-pap-pap of webbed feet. Retreating into the night. Below a table. Under a car. It doesn't matter. Your item is gone. And the culprit is at large. A cold, uncaring culprit who has no concern for law, order, or property. Who craves only chaos.]

[ It is a beautiful day in Deerington. ]





[ And this is a horrible goose. ]

[packbeta]

[ It is, isn't it? Except Blue doesn't have much of personal possessions except what she may be currently using at X time. In this case, she'd been nosing around an empty bottle of some sort of third rate beer. (Third rate from a human standpoint, not that she has much opinion on fermentation of grains. Obligate carnivore and all that.)

But it was her shiny thing. And now said shiny thing is gone.

Blue straightens, looking back and forth. Then sniffs the spot where the bottle had been.

A new scent?

Hm...

The hunt begins. ]

Madison Kirkland | Feels Vampire OC

[vampath]

Attack of the six foot maggots?

[ A clearly disgusted Madison can be found looking at one of the nests, arms crossed and grimacing. ]

This is so many levels of unsanitary, I'm getting spetic just by staring at it. Where's a flamethrower when you need one?

[ She knows better than to get tok close to the creatures, of course, but she can't help but be transfixed at the spectacle. Call it morbid curiosity. ]

Am I in Australia? I'm totally in Australia.

All you can eat

[ Her hunger is not for that of food, fortunately enough. Sure, she can eat just like anyone else, but the pull, the hunger that got her there is for a different kind of carving. It's emotions that she wants. Feelings.

Her overly cautious nature in all things emotion feeding related affairs is on an all time high; these are strangers, she can't risk getting the wrong person to feed from. So she decides to walk around first, getting some taste of the people here gathered.

To anyone watching, she just looks like a young woman walking around, eyeing people with interest, eyes wide and interested.

Sometimes she might even brush her fingers casually against people, almost as if she didn't notice. She very much does though. ]

WILDCARD

[ go crazy! ]

feeding

[ace_of_hearts]

[If she ate one of the eyeballs, she might chance upon a memory from the shirtless pirate thinking of feasts (?) and struggles. Which had to clash greatly with the sheer range of full emotions she could probably sense from him. It was a happy memory, clearly, he's laughing and smiling, but there's a lot of deep regret and sorrow, angst, anger, hatred, all fighting and clashing hard against the peace, love, and joy of being alive and remembering someone he clearly enjoyed just being around. None of which matched his face either! His grin wasn't carefree, and didn't seem to be deep in introspection, just determined and maybe even grim!]

ilias ( original )

[multipliable]

ONE | THE ARRIVAL | ILIAS—

[ how many years has it been since he last had a dream? he can't remember, but it was probably before caleb. what would that have made him? nineteen? yeah, nineteen years old. seems like decades ago. and of course the first one he gets is something so outlandish and nonsensical.

soft music filters into his ear, disrupting his train of thought. ain't that new?

he usually woke up to deafening silence. maybe the angels are finally trying to mix things up for him. it's the least they can do, really; seeing how they've decided to fuck with another part of him. yeah, his back burns, but it isn't the worst pain he's felt. in fact, it itches more than it stings.

as his eyes flickers open, he expects to see the usual white canvas they lock him away in when he isn't needed — a padded cell with a cot and nothing else. what greets him instead sends him sitting upright as he takes in the unfamiliarity of the room he's in. what the hell? unless his feathery overlords have secure themselves a new interior designer, he isn't in ros at the moment. shit. shit. where is he now? arsi? ventus? who did they bring out this time? and for how long?

rolling out of bed, ilias stumbles up, feeling a wave of nausea hit him. ugh, he feels bloody sick to the stomach. you're not gonna bloody hurl, are you? he ignores the silver chains bounding his arms and a pair of gloved hands behind his back as he moves toward the window. can't believe they trust him with a window. nudging aside the curtain, he peers outside hoping to get a clearer picture of which city he's in, but— but he can't... recognize...

where the fuck is he?

moving to the door, he notices that it has been left ajar. he soon finds that most of the doors have been conveniently left open for him in the apartment. his mind is flooded with questions, but one continuously rises above the rest — where are the guards? they've chained him up, so they should be around. but as he makes his way around the apartment, it quickly becomes evident that he is alone. is this a test? because if it is, they probably shouldn't have left their instructions in a sealed envelope.

exiting out into the hallway, ilias begins to make his way downstairs. maybe he will bump into someone who can give him a better idea of where the fuck he is and who can possibly help unchain him. that'll be bloody nice, wouldn't it? if so, he will good-spiritedly greet them, chains and all, with an uncertain smile: ]

Sorry, but could you lend me a hand? Literally.

[ otherwise, he will have to try his luck out in the streets, but that's... a whole new set of problems, isn't it? what with the red horizon, organs in the ground and pest infestation. not the smartest move to be wandering out and about with bounded hands, so he will be staying close to the david cliff apartments. ]

Maybe this is Hell. Yeah. Hell. More plausible than I'd like to think...

TWO | NOT BEAST NOR KIN | ROBIN—

This town reminds me of Arsi. I like it.

[ he doesn't seem to be speaking to anyone in particular. arguably, he could be speaking to the dislocated head of the slithering monstrosity he just ripped apart piece by piece. but given the look of disgust on his face, it's probably unlikely. ] Fuck. I need a shower. [ he is covered in a fair amount of worm gut. it's gross and sticky, but at least it will keep people from fucking bothering him. who wants to converse with a stinky asshole? ] Well, now that you want me to, I'm not gonna.

[ wiping some of the ooze off of his cheek with the sleeve of his hoodie, robin carelessly tosses the head over his shoulder as he reaches down to pull out a sharp dagger from one of its segments. ] Can you fuckin' believe that they kidnapped us and then gave us the fuckin' blade in a welcome basket? [ divine blade. specially crafted for killing demons. the only thing that could best it is a blade for killing angels, but nobody will let him get his hands on one of those (if they even exist). he'll take what he can get. ]

It's like they're invitin' me to kill 'em. [ shaking some of the muck from the blade, he glances around him, listening closely for any movement from beneath the ground. ]

Hey. Do you think these are edible?

WILDCARD!

( world & character info here. if you want to do something else, feel free to pm me to plot or surprise me. just make sure to put who you want in the subject line. )

arrival - in the house

[effinphd]

[There isn't a single damn thing in the cupboards here worth eating, and Theo's been opening and closing them for a hot minute now, muttering to herself. A dozen times she's reached to take off her gloves and stopped at the last minute -- because whatever insight that might give her isn't worth the potential for more nightmare fuel.

She's just found a half-empty box of crackers, opening it and wrinkling her nose when the unexpected voice from behind her makes her yelp and whirl around, throwing the box at whoever it is.]

-- Jesus fuck, don't do that!

rikku | ffx/2 & CRAU

[klutziness]

i. i'm all fucked up in my sunday best [maggots are basically snakes right]

[This is probably the worst day of Rikku's life, and that is saying a lot. She's watched her own father blow up her home; been trapped in a cave and had dead people's energy mess with her mind; she has both almost and actually died on multiple occasions, for Yeveon's sake! That's how she knows this is bad--she's taken Yevon's name in vain. And while she'd usually take a second to laugh at herself for it, that is currently not at all an option.

There is a huge freaking maggot wriggling out of the ground in front of her, and she is absolutely not having any of this.

Rikku sucks in a deep, five-minutes-under-the-water-is-her-record breath.

And screams.

It is a right-from-the-gut, I-can't-believe-this-is-my-life, what-the-absolute-fuck sort of scream. Again, if there wasn't a giant flesh-eating slime tube squirming its way across the once-perfectly-manicured lawn at her, she might have been impressed with herself. She'd be sure it would break some kind of record. Shinra would definitely know, because that's definitely the kind of thing that kid knows.

As things stand, her mind is too busy running in circles of ewgrossewgrossEWGROSS to do much of anything, so her body reacts on its own. Rikku flings herself back against wall of the nearest house, flattening herself as if that will suddenly make the creepy-crawly ignore her.

It does not work.

The sludge duct is coming right for her. She opens her mouth to let out another blood-curdling, eardrum-blowing scream because that is clearly the only solution to her problem right now.]

ii. no walk of shame 'cause i love this dress [what kind of fucked up sushi is this]

[Rikku has eaten a lot of things she isn't proud of, most of them on dares when she and Gippal were kids and she thought she wanted to be "one of the boys," even though all the boys were complete idiots. Some of them had been eaten out of necessity (being trapped in a cave meant she had to learn that some flans were more mold than fiend), and some because she'd just been curious (cactuars did not taste as good as they should have for how hard they were to kill). Despite all her misadventures with food, she can't say she ever thought she'd eat what she's pretty sure is a human heart, even if she keeps telling herself it's from some kind of animal, because otherwise this would absolutely unhinge her.

Really though, she wouldn't have needed the weird magical affects of the totally-not-human meat bits to bare her soul to the very unfortunate person next to her:]

This is like, really messed up.

[As soon as she says it, she finds that she can't stop talking--which isn't really a departure from how her conversations usually go, but this time it's as if she literally can't stop herself from spewing every thought running through her mile-a-second brain.]

Like, what kind of party is this supposed to be? I mean yeah, I was super hungry, but I really could have gone for a burger or something. I feel like I should feel worse about this than I do, even if I'm like, 70% sure this is all some kind of super elaborate and awful prank that's being pulled on us for some reason. The past couple years have been really rough for me personally, what with the people trying to destroy my world, dimension-hopping through two other worlds before this one, and facing all kinds of really craptastic things in those worlds, but the general vibe of this place in particular is somehow the worst? I don't know how that is at all possible. I've seen a dude sprout tentacles out of his back. I've seen a literal demon. Listen, I've just seen a lot of really disturbing things, and this probably shouldn't even make the list. But it does. Is that like, really messed up or what?

[The entire time she's been speaking, she's been waving her hands around, making indecipherable loops and symbols in the air, and bouncing back on her heels. When she finally takes a breath, she reaches out to pluck a particularly meaty piece of heart from the plate on the table in front of her, and pops it in her mouth, chewing and swallowing before ending on a very meaningful and succinct:]

You know?

iii. only god can judge this holy mess [wildcard baby]

[ooc; hello i don't know what i'm doing! rikku is a crau from both cape&cowl/mask or menace and ataraxion. you can find her pretty exhaustive game history here. the basics are she spent nearly four years in c&c superheroing it up and generally having a pretty ok time, then was thrown on to a super malfunctioning murdership hurtling through space for three years. this makes her roughtly 22 years old, and whoo boy has it been a time for her. but hooray!!

i'm down for anything around town, so please hit me up via pm or on plurk at watchet if you'd like to do something specific.]

i

[orphanmaker]

( Giant gross things: sounds like home. Yasha's got her sword in hand as she starts to move towards it, swinging towards its side. The thing is huge, and the blade struggles against the strange, rubbery armour of its side. It's not enough, but it's moving with focus towards the girl - who, wow, has a set of pipes on her. )

Less screaming, more running.

( Though it comes out strained, as Yasha tries to grapple the giant maggot-thing. )

Come on. You'd be great roasted, I bet.

( No eating humans for you, big-creepy-gross-urgh maggot. )

taylor | lifeline games

[taylorisbusy]

arrival.

[ 20th century small town suburb isn't exactly what taylor was expecting to find on the other side of a black hole, but she can certainly think of worse places to wind up?? with the way her luck has been running lately, she wouldn't have been too terribly surprised to wind up back on that planet post crash landing and be expected to go through it all over again, but this time on hard mode.

in fact, that seems like just the sort of nonsense those stupid rocks would put her through.

she'd probably be a bit more willing to entertain the possibility of some small measure of fortune, even, except that this place kind of looks like the aftermath of a goddamn massacre???? taylor side steps a festering pile of unidentifiable red mush on the ground and makes a pointed effort to leave it unidentified in her mind, grateful for the full body coverage her suit is granting her, even if it has led to more than one odd look from the locals.

(the locals that aren't even taking a first glance at the carnage at their feet, let alone a second, so honestly taylor's of the opinion that their opinions are good for jack all at the end of the day.)

with her lifeline currently out of reach, taylor's running around on exactly zero plans for what to do about the current situation, but she's been keeping an eye out for any stray glowing bits of green in people's eyes as she passes by, and even makes a point of stopping a few people to ask: ]

Hey, hi, quick question for you. You haven't seen another me squirreling around town, have you? You'll know it's Other Me instead of Me Me because they're less cute and optimistic. Oh, and they'll have glowing green eyes too, I guess.

beast nor kin.

[ so maybe after everything she's been through, taylor should have been paying more attention to the ground. fair enough, that one's on her.

but maybe if the ground wasn't so busy looking like a slaughterhouse she wouldn't have been making such a point of not looking down, and maybe then she wouldn't have nearly tripped face first into an open, bloody hole in the ground and had to grab onto the nearest person to stop said descent. ] Woah, shit, sorry. Still haven't quite managed to shake off the anti-grav legs, you know how it is.

[ except, she definitely tripped over something just a second ago, not just gravity, and she's just starting to work up the stomach to look down at that awful awful ground and figure out what it was when a sudden sharp stabbing sensation in her leg has her looking down a whole lot sooner than she would have managed without it.

the scream she lets out when she lays eyes on what's currently clamped around her leg is mostly disgust, but there's a healthy amount of fear and pain in it too. ] Eaaauughh! What the heck?! Why is it always bite Taylor day! Ugh, this is disgusting, yech. I hate this, I hate this, I just wanted some nice calming tea!

network. un: t1

Okay so obviously this is going to be a long shot considering the tech we're working with here but I still have to try so here it goes:

This is Cadet Taylor, formerly of the starship Varia, reaching out with fingers crossed--so much easier to do when you're not in an IEVA suit!--that somewhere out there, somehow, my Lifeline is still reading this. Mel? You there?

wildcard.

[ go wild. hit me up on itsmel if you want to plan something specific. ]

Arrival

[onerthes]

... the dopplegangers died out last month. I don't think any of us have seen them since then. I thought someone had announced that, and I don't remember green eyes.

[Not the most helpful statement from the sickly pale woman resting on a park bench with a cloth in her hand to keep occasionally very nasty fits of coughing under control. She'd obviously seen better days. She also didn't have glowing eyes, but she did have three! So... that was something?]

I don't recall anyone looking like you before, though.

grady numbers | fargo (tv)

[dividingline]

from the housetops to the gutters - arrival

Waking up is a surprise. It's not so much the act itself as the fact that it takes place in what clearly isn't, in fact, a freezing cold motel room in the middle of Bumfuck Nowhere, Minnesota, with a broken heater and Wrench snoring in the next bed over. In fact, he wakes up in a pretty nice bedroom, all mid-century decor and wreathed in peaceful silence. It's actually kind of nice. For about five seconds. Then his fight or flight instincts kick in.

Grady throws back the bedsheets, gets tangled in them on his way up, and falls out of the bed onto the floor.

"What the fuck?" The floor doesn't seem to have any answers either, and remains solidly unreasonable as he pushes himself up and staggers out of the room, seeking some kind of clue as to his surroundings and the fact that he's alone(!) and unarmed(!!) and nowhere near where he was when he fell asleep.

An exit -- namely the front door -- presents itself. Ignoring the rest of the house, Grady takes it as a gift and stumbles out into the chilly nighttime air of.. well, it looks like a suburban town, but not the dull, flat Midwestern sprawl he's expecting. Instead there's forests and mountains and a weird blue thing in the sky. No snow. No motels. Everything smells like salt and blood.

His earlier enquiry bears repeating.

"What.. the fuck?"

from the ocean to the shore - beast or kin

Okay, so it's a dream. Or a nightmare. Either way, it's not real. So it feels more than a little unfair to Grady that it feels real. That it smells real. That the hideous monster maggot creatures he's alternating between bringing his heel down on top of and shooting when he can't reach them seem, in every way, to be perfectly real.

Grady's not quite made for this. He wasn't the kind of kid who grew up reading Lord of the Rings or The Neverending Story. He read car manuals and old copies of National Geographic he stole from the library. He didn't want to be told about something that didn't exist; that didn't interest him for a second. He wanted to understand the world around him, the world that seemed so often unfair and strange. Wanted to make sense of it all, if only for a little while.

And this? Doesn't make sense.

He talks while he works. He can't help himself, he's used to having someone to talk to.

"Gonna wake up any second now -- " stomp, squish, " -- gonna wake up and get breakfast -- " bang, wow those things really explode, " -- maybe eggs, some toast, okay maybe not eggs -- " there are a lot of them though, " -- gonna go find that bastard and do." Stamp. "The." Maggot all over his goddamn shoes. "Fucking. Job."

He brings his gun up to bid another maggot sayonara, except this time he gets a hollow click instead of a deeply satisfying rapport.

"Oh, shit."

[wwrench]

There are certain aches that will never leave you, no matter how far you get from the inciting incident. Over time you may grow a callous over the wound, or learn to hold your weight differently so as to protect it from repeated strain. You might find other means of dulling the sensation, whether in substance or the form of a distraction. But the pain will always remain, insisting acknowledgment in quiet moments of inactivity or times when something brushes too closely up against the place of that old wound.

Loss in Deerington may take on a different form than in the rest of the waking world, but it still hits with a pain all its own. Wrench has had too much of it in recent weeks. He's strived to be a savior, to fashion his hands into safety nets instead of the brutal tools he's come to know them for. But the man simply isn't built for rescue. So instead he stomaches loss after loss, subsisting on the small hope that they won't be permanent even as he feels his failure so acutely.

There are things that still demand his attention, and that for Wrench may be a blessing. There's a certain rhythm to life that he's found in this place. Odd jobs to fulfill, and students to tutor in sign. Sometimes helping shape their fingers through the letters of the alphabet makes him feel more alone than ever, but eventually, he knows there'll be more of them to talk to. He's heading back to the cabin, fresh from another lesson when he's struck all of a sudden by a familiar figure standing in the middle of the sidewalk, looking lost and confused.

The coiffed hair, the shape of the jaw, those unmistakable eyes... It's anger that Wrench feels rise in him first. Furious, destructive rage at this place that's taken so much and intends now to taunt him too. To mock his senses and give false hope to something he knows can't be. His footsteps are heavy with his approach, but when he's only twenty feet off he draws his pistol from its holster, takes aim at the back of that familiar head, and stamps his foot for the nightmare's attention.

Hajime Ichinose | Gatchaman Crowds

[birdstheword]

Arrival

[Did she die? Surely that can't be the case. No one told her Deerington was the place you go when you die. But she was sure she heard a voice asking for help...

Huh.

But she doesn't dwell on that too long, Hajime is quick to get to her feet, chow down on some food in her welcoming basket and hit the town with a skip in her step. No way can she just stay in an apartment when there's a whole new place to explore!

Hajime is quick to greet whoever she passes. She waves wildly]

Hello! Hello there!

[There next moment she's practically jogging over with a huge smile on her lips]

I just got here but you look pretty use to this place. I just woke up here so that's pretty crazy! This town is so different than Tachikawa! So old but maybe there's some charm to it? What are some of your favorite spots an--

[She cuts herself off and holds her hand out suddenly]

Sorry, Sorry! I'm Hajime, nice to meet cha!

---

NOT BEAST NOR KIN

[A loud scream echos throughout Deerington as Hajime comes across some of the maggots. She grabs her face and stares at them with wide eyes as she watches a few of them crawl around. Those are the largest bugs she's ever seen!! Maybe they're not even bugs but aliens!

She's quick to go over and kneel down, poking at the backside of one. It makes a nasty squish against her finger and makes it slimy.]

I've never seen anything like you before! You're pretty nasty but if I squint really really hard, you have a cute face!

[Though she's quick to jump back as it swings around to latch onto her hand. It has Hajime back on her feet, legs spread as she looks at the creature]

Oh...you're fast too! Hey, No hard feelings!

[Nevermind her screaming might of attracted the attention of a few other maggots now.]

--

ALL YOU CAN EAT

[Hajime has eaten some questionable looking things but brains and such have never been on her menu before. But she's practically drooling over it all. Is it just super realistic decor for halloween? Probably not, there's a certain smell and feel to it....or someone is just that good at effects.

Still, she's unable to resist and quickly snatching up an eyeball and tossing it into her mouth like a gummy bear. Even as pops in her money, its so good! Who knew eyeballs could be so good! Humming with delight she swallows it down and looks over to the nearest person.]

Have you tried anything yet? Pretty crazy horror food right?

Arrival

[brokenlight]

[WOAH HELLO.

Ventus has to pull back a bit, blinking a few times at her. Don't mind the wings fluffing up behind him as if bristling and he's fighting down the urge to flee.]

Ah--um. I'm Ventus. Nice to meet you...?

Lotor | Voltron

[damnedprince]

i. network

video; un: prince lotor

I am Prince Lotor of the Galra Empire. Like many here, I have questions about this world which I would greatly like to discuss with anyone amiable enough to answer them.


ii. beast nor kin

[ The long sword drips with blood. Around him lie pieces of dead maggots strewn across the ground. When he spots a nearby figure, his boots step over the bodies, squashing the dead beneath his feet. ]

I don't suppose this is a rare occurrence here?

[ He points his sword toward the carnage behind him to make his point. ]


iii. eyeful of memories

[ The hunger struck quick and hard. Soon Lotor was drawn to the feast set before him. He looked at the menu reading over the pairings like a connoisseur of the grotesque. Influenced by the dream world, Lotor has no qualms consuming a plate of eyeballs that come recommended with the warm liquid in his tumbler. Once the hunger pangs have subsided, Lotor begins to mingle with the other guests. He plays the role of Prince Charming rather well but soon his murmurs an apology before breaking off from a circle of guests. He makes his way outside for a moment's repose, away from the crowds, ready to drop the charming act when he spots a like-minded individual already occupying the balcony. Without missing a beat, he keeps the smile in place and greets them with the raise of his glass. ]


iv. wildcard

[ ooc; feel free to write your own scenario; i'll make it work. ]

eyeful of memories

[vytal]

[ yang had stepped out onto the balcony hoping to eat her own share of eyeballs in peace. she wanted to do it away from the crowd, mostly because her own shame wouldn't let her eat them in front of everyone else. really, there's nothing to be ashamed of since everyone else apparently has the same cravings she does; still, something about this just doesn't sit well with her and she'd rather do this alone. she's in the middle of munching on her last eyeball, plate in her left hand when she sees someone approach.

someone who definitely doesn't look human.

but if there's one thing yang's learned being here, it's that staring is a bad idea and it's best to roll with the punches. she swallows her meal quickly, trying her best not to wince as she nods at the newcomer. ]

Hi.

[ ...nailed it. ] Uhhh, you out here for some fresh air, too?

alec lightwood | shadowhunters

[deflectere]

▶ 01. ALL YOU CAN EAT

---

( alec's never been really big on parties but what he is big on is gathering information on people and a place that he's never been before. if anything, he'll need to report this back to the clave and they can decide what to do with the information.

if they believe him. honestly, alec's not sure this isn't some demonic bite induced hallucination. until proven otherwise, he's going to think that.

for most of the party, he sticks to the fringes, staying away from people and glaring away anyone who tried to get too close. sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't.

but, that wasn't doing him any good so he pushes away and starts moving through the crowd. he doesn't really talk but he does stand and listen. it might be more effective if he wasn't as tall as he is and didn't look as awkward as he does.

eventually, his walking takes him past the table and he visibly recoils, glancing around to see if anyone else was seeing this. )

By the Angel.

( other people were seeing and they don't seem to care. alec has half a mind to just flip the table and ruin everything but that would draw more attention to himself than he wants so he just stands there, glaring at the food.

alec lightwood will glare at anything if he give him enough time. )

▶ 02. NETWORK; UN: LIGHTWOOD

---

I don't want to be here.

( that's it, that's the message. )

▶ 03. WILDCARD

---

( feel free to throw anything at me! hit me up at spoonishly for plotting! )

02. un: Ambassador.Vihalen

[earthlike]

I highly doubt any of us do. We just have to make the best of our time here until we can find a way to return to our lives.

Alice Liddell | American McGee's Alice

[digophelia]

Arrival

[ Of all the oddities Alice has experienced, this one isn't one that makes her question too much. Waking up in strange locations? Unfortunately normal. Waking up to nightmare-ish sights and calls for help? Doubly normal.

But this very small, too slight of a girl that walks so casually without urgency and blood splattered across her apron, at least comes to a stop, tilting her head to observe...

Whatever these things are. And after dealing with the slug-like leaches of Wonderland, they're more of a nuisance at this rate. So, Alice unsheathing her trusty Vorpal Blade comes easy enough. A childish, overgrown kitchen knife to compliment her equally childish (albeit, still speckled with fresh blood) attire.

Hardly anything gets a rise out of Alice, she thinks, barely anymore, They had to be visions, after all, her mind playing tricks. ]

Ah, you have teeth, I see.

[ As if she's discussing the change of the color of leaves. When it chooses to leap on her, Alice makes a face, reacting quickly to slice it in half. Well, it does leave a mess. ]

Disgusting, slimy- ugh, I almost miss those rotten ruins!

[ It's almost gotten on her... already very bloodied apron. It's a big deal to her! ]

All You Can Eat

[ To be completely fair, Alice looks like she could eat a little more, anyway. She's smaller than the other young women around her, almost baring the resemblance of someone four or five years younger than her. She's used to having one meal a day and is already very lucky if she can spare any sort of meats or cheese in the underbelly of London, Whitechapel.

All of this food reminds her of political critics both of the past and current speaking of how one day that the poor would eat the rich (that Johnathan Swift's piece comes to mind) but it's become very literal.

And no starving Irish immigrants or the orphaned children of Whitechapel included. But having come down from the usual psychosis, even Alice is questioning herself, no matter how deep her hunger afflicts her.

The asylum has had its fair share of blood, organs, and bodies when Alice was unfortunate enough to pass through the halls, so the sight of all of that doesn't disturb her.

But boy, it does disgust her, remembering the putrid smell of rotting and death in Rutledge. And try as she might, curling into herself and holding her stomach, it doesn't do anything to ease her pain, looking even more pitiful and possibly frightening in a corner, away from people.

Amazing, even hunger has taken her mind on her lack of social skills. ]

Arrival

[builesuibhne]

[ He'd spotted her at a distance and had been on his way to help. The next handful of seconds is an impressive display of efficient violence that leaves her onlooker with an impressed smile on his face. He's nearly 7 feet tall, covered in blood and gore with a pickax over his shoulder. His nose is bloodied, and there's a bite on his forearm from one of the worms. ]

A fine technique! [ he calls to her ] but watch your back. They come in swarms.

Coming to the rescue. Looks like you don't need the help of Ol' Sweeney, do ya?

Portgas D. Ace || One Piece || OTA

[ace_of_hearts]

[Part 1: Arrival]

[There's a shirtless man in Maine, November crashed out on a park bench. He doesn't seem to be dead somehow, but given how cold it gets, surely that can't last for long! He's wearing an absolutely ridiculous orange cowboy hat, and judging by the tattoo on his left arm, his name is ASCE -- no wait, no one would tattoo their own name on themselves, would they? And especially not misspell it! But he also has an "A" belt buckle. Who knows?]

[Still, this has to be the epitome of why everyone else hates strangers, right? Probably strung out or some shit.]

[Part 2: Blood, blood, everywhere]
[OOC: CW: Gore, Fire!]

[Ace kicks one of the oozing organs with his boot, and this quickly proves to be a mistake! Not only does it spill out with maggots, but the idiot is wearing board shorts and they quickly latch into his calves with sharp little fangs!!!]

Back off! [It's not clear who he's warning: the maggots, or anyone else around him, because his legs suddenly turn on fire.]

[As you do.]

[Part 3: Cannibalism]
[CW: Cannibalism, starvation.]

[Ace doesn't even think twice. Food is food, and it has been a very long time since he had food. He does cook his own though, because all food should be hot.]

[And he even politely offers to uh... "help?" others.] Need a light? [With a friendly carefree smile, like all this is the greatest buffet ever!]

[So needless to say; he experiences every side effect ever.]

[Stomach and intestines: He was starving, literally, they don't feed prisoners much in level six of hell. Still, if he was in his right mind, he'd remember not to overdo it and take it easy because his own stomach was going to need time to adjust. But instead, he goes at the food with a frenzied appetite only someone from his family could muster. Luckily, reckless courage is literally the story of his life, amping it up even more surprisingly doesn't do much, but if anyone else has cottoned onto effects, they might be more than a little wary about this all.]

[Brains:] Hey! SHUT UP! [Did anyone even SAY anything?] Keep that stuff to yourself, jeez!

[Heart: This is the weirdest for him and he hates it. This sudden urge to profess feelings. Why? Also. Feelings are awful. Please no feelings.] I really like meat. [Don't look at him, it's embarrassing! He might be struggling with holding back way more serious things, obviously.]

[Eyeball:] Like candy! [A lop-sided grin. They're really not. Ace isn't the type to randomly touch people though, but given his fail drunk shirtlessness....]

[Liver: He has NEVER been this drunk. Ever. Usually because his own liver is way stronger, and also he can in theory burn it off, even if he fails at it usually.] Hey, hey hey hey hey... listen... [Holds a finger over his lips and nearly up his nose, his disorientation is SEVERE.] Never do something you'll regret. So when you're a total dumbass like me... enjoy it. Because otherwise... it doesn't mean anything. Understand? It's impooooortant. [Is it though?]

1

[damnedprince]

[ Lotor takes his appearance as a whole and promptly nudges him with his boot. ]

Are you alive?

Blue | Jurassic World

[packbeta]

✘ Not Beast Nor Kin

[ The world smelled wrong. And decrepit. Not at all like the lush forests she had grown used to, nor the expanse of dry terrain shed found open in front of after her last departure from the remnants of her pack. Everything is squishy and weird like entrails, except not at all the tasty kind. She could really go for some goat.

Have you ever seen a dinosaur try to walk delicately through a field of organs? Well, that's what's happening right now. She takes each step carefully as to not let her claws sink in too deep to the mess.

That is, until the maggots arrive. A long, spindly creature that offers quite a chase. At least that is interesting. She tracks her prey through the mess before jumping into action, taking a sharp corner until--

--ah. Another predator. One of the ones that look like Alpha, but are decidedly not. She doesn't trust those. Will they have to fight over the prey? ]

✘ All You Can Meat Eat

[ Well, if monster-hunting with a historically inaccurate velociraptor wasn't fun enough, apparently someone invited one to the party. There's far too many bipedal not!Alphas walking around to make Blue feel comfortable, but there is also a lot of much more fresh, open meat just waiting to be eaten.

So don't mind the snout that nudges your plate out of the way. What you got? ]

Meat!

[ace_of_hearts]

[Honestly, normally Ace would be all too happy to consider Blue part of the menu too. It's nothing personal! He's pretty sure she'd feel the same way about him! But there's enough to go around so he hands her a plate of raw brains.] Here you go girl. [How did he know she's a girl?! That even has him stumped for a moment, before digging back in, but being careful as he cooks his, so as not to scare off the lizard.]

Percival Graves | Harry Potter

[periit]

01. —All You Can Eat
[ Captivity wasn’t always the same, though one thing always rang true: hunger. Even if he was used to eating sporadically long before, the aching pain that finds him here is unsettling. What he finds—is drawn to, in a word, is horrifying. Percival wants to be disgusted by it; the taste, the texture, and what he had done.

He wants to be, stopping after a few too many bites. ] Terrible. [ Is the utterance. Perhaps the emotion plays across his face in some faint way as he sets down the fork and replaces it with a napkin, pressing it to his mouth. Brains were, if he recalled correctly, a delicacy in some parts of the world. He clears his throat as he pulls the napkin away and looks at the blood on it, hunger finally fleeting.

The madness shifts, however, and more into his mind. There are whispers, and his nauseous poise turns to confusion as voices filter into consciousness. Looking around the room, Percival winces as more thoughts enter his mind, loud in their upset.

Without fanfare other than a deep breath he turns, distracted. ] Excuse me... [ He mutters in passing, a hand raised to his temple as he makes his way towards a far chair off in the corner. ]


02. — Not Beast Nor Kin
[ Dress shoes weren’t the best for running. They didn’t have much traction and were far from pliable. Aside from that they were soaked. They no longer had a high shine of black but deep red, splashed higher up his legs as well as his coat. All things considered, however, these were much less concerning than the things he was putting distance between.

Percival tries to run quietly, watching where he steps to minimize any noise, though the sheer number of bloody puddles and chunks of flesh are difficult to avoid entirely. Hands stretch as he turns corners, head snapping to every little off sound, keeping vigilant to the surroundings. It’s why he stops and tucks behind a wall when he hears quick steps pass by—heading towards the carnage he just came from.

There’s no hesitation when he realizes it, pushing from his hiding, giving out a hushed: ] Wait! [ As he tries to catch up. ] There are creatures that way! [ If there was only one soul he could prevent running into those creatures, he most certainly was going to try. ]


03. — Bring Your Own Horror
Feel free to hit me with anything! But if you have questions beforehand you can PM me here or at bunnehfluffs

SLAPS A TAG DOWN. Kisses ur face.

[newtralize]

[After almost a year of this place, the idea that it has a way in pulling even the strongest willed person into its clutches with a compulsion they can't ignore was somewhat of a normalcy. It wasn't a good feeling, but it was something that became a regular turn of events.

Though, Newt thinks that he's far less grossed out by what's being served than others. It's not as though he is a stranger to organs and body parts. Potions kind of desensitizes you to that.

The exception is that these were still human parts, but Newt wouldn't consider a creature lesser than anyways. Seeing a human heart would still be the same as, say, him seeing the heart of his beloved creatures on a plate.

He still isn't going to want to eat it normally.

At the very least, Lilac is surely feeling pampered. Newt could only ever feed her brains of whatever they hunted out in the forest and it's probably far less satisfying than what she usually gets to eat. She's surely enjoying a feast of brains at the moment. Newt was a little distracted. He went for something small. Something quick to dispel the compulsion. An eyeball. An eyeball drenched in blood, because Newt can't help himself seeing the fountain of blood. How alluring the smell of blood is and how he stared at it longer than necessary.

Eventually, she eats her fill and flitters about. It's when she spots Percival. She recalls the man. His capture, or what she thought was his capture. Lilac had been helpful in apprehending Grindelwald, but Grindelwald had been disguising himself as Percival.

The Swooping Evil suddenly takes off.] Lilac-! [Newt tears himself away from looking at the flowing blood to get to his feet and pursue his creature. Said creature glides and swoops right at Percival.

Hello.]

Groot | MCU

[flora_colossus]

1. Do Groots Dream of Wooden Sheep?

Groot isn't particularly bothered by waking up in a strange place--he's been through worse. Do you know what he is bothered by, though? Waking up with a buRNING FEELING ON HIS BUTTCHEEK. He climbs out of bed and cranes his head over his shoulder to get a better look, doing a little spin as he realizes he couldn't quite see whatever was there. Frustrated, he gives up and felt for what was causing the stinging feeling. Someone had carved something there. Asshole.

The basket next to his bed contains very little; a mushroom (he threw it in his mouth), a handheld edition of Arcade Defender (he threw it on his pillow), and a few pieces of paper (he threw them on the ground). Some of us have better things to do than sit around and read letters. Things like figuring out whether he's dead, or if the answer to that is no, getting back to the big fucking deal fight he was in the middle of.

"I am Groot?" he calls into the street, hoping for an answer.

2. Groot in the Streets in the town of Deerington
Groot's little feet slosh through blood as he makes his way toward the city center, trying to make sense of what exactly he's walked into. Are those worms in that puddle? Does he recognize those worms? Well, there's one way to find out. By sticking his face right in there.

3. They Eat Groots, Don't They?
There are worse things than an all-you-can-eat buffet of mysterious origin. Especially a buffet with an open bar. Groot does not recognize a single drink at said open bar, but he has sure combined half of them into a single cup. He drops an eyeball into what has to be the most unpleasant garbage soda ever devised before throwing the whole thing back in a few gulps. Wow, that was sure something. Time to try again.

"I am Groot," he grumbles as he clumsily reaches across the table for a bottle of clear liquid with little gold flecks floating in it, knocking over a few other bottles in the process. Aaand there's a partially-eaten chunk of liver on the ground by his little feet, so that tracks.

[lednikovyy]

Bucky's not eating anything here. That's what he thinks when he enters, but the thought is soon forgotten. Liver's really not such a strange food to eat, anyway, is it? He'd eaten a lot of it during the depression, even if it had been processed differently back then.

Food really is so much better now, he thinks as he eats it, but it's only a moment before his mind is on drinks. He's so thirsty and it's the glimmering bottle of Goldschlager that catches his eye first. He snatches it just before Groot does, popping the top off and taking a long swig.

It's not good, but it hits the spot, anyway.

Steven Crain // The Haunting of Hill House

[disbelievings]

[I. ARRIVAL.]

[ Steven's not sure what to make of it when he comes to in a bed that isn't his own. He blinks up at the ceiling, and it's not long before his gaze is turned outside, to a darker-than-dark nighttime and an eerily haunting moon. Red, he thinks. It always has to be red.

But clearly this must be a dream. Shit was bizarre lately, sure, but this is an entirely new level of weird. So he just needs to tell himself to wake up, or wait for his phone to go off and pull him back into consciousness. Until then? He'll see what his dream has in store. It's spooky, but it doesn't quite feeling alarming enough to be a nightmare.

At least, that's what he tells himself as he makes his way on to the street, looking both ways before picking a direction and walking. Steven's not sure what he's looking for. He figures he'll know it when he sees it. That's dream logic, right? ]


[II. ALL YOU CAN EAT]

[ He stares at the spread in front of him.

Steven is acutely aware of the fact that his stomach should be churning. He doesn't necessarily consider himself delicate, but a reasonable response to a variety of obviously human organs is probably to feel nauseated. Instead, all he feels is an overwhelming pang of hunger and something stronger than reason telling him to eat.

Of all the things, the liver seems the most palatable, or maybe he's just starving and the liver is the closest thing. Either way, he slops one on to his plate. The forkful he takes after is huge, and he may as well be eating a rare steak after a hard day, the way he savours it. Finally, something filling his stomach. There's a beer nearby and he chugs a good portion of it before he even realizes it. Another piece of liver, and the beer is gone, quickly replaced by another.

He probably won't be proud of this later.]


[III. WILDCARD.]

Choose your own adventure. Any prompt will do, especially in regards to other buffet items. Go crazy.

ii

[nakedsingularity]

<sub>[There's more than a few things to resent about Deerington, one of them being that it forces her to do things she wouldn't normally do. Yes, like feel compelled to participate in arena battle royales and reenact the Donner Party at a dinner party (which is so on the nose that Deerington should be burned to the ground just for that)...

But also help people. She's not one for random acts of public service. Neither is she one to give her time to strange dudes who look old enough to be her dad.

He should appreciate, then, the monumental gesture she's making when she walks right up to him and knocks his plate on the ground. The beer, too. Gratitude. Mmhmm, that's what she's owed here--gratitude and lots of it.]</sub>

Stop!

barry berkman / barry

[hitactor]

ONE █ (DEAD ON ARRIVAL)

[These days he'd been having a wide selection of dreams that didn't really make sense, but dreaming of deer has never really been within the endless cycle of his daydreams and nightmares and so to be manhandled by one was incidentally very abnormal for him.

When he wakes up after that weird mental lapse just to find out he's in a weirder place, sends him into a natural panic. He's got a duffle in one hand and on his way out he is literally emptying his entire gift basket into the duffle on top of some clothes, and some guns. His eyes are wide and wild as he makes his way down the hall with careful steps, taking note of paintings hanging on the old wallpaper.

Is there a service bell around here?

Clearly, he's out of place, uncomfortable, and if he could hug the hallway while he walked it- he would be, because what doily making grandmother threw up all over everything?]

Hi - Hey.
So, where are we? How far is LA from here?

[Guess who definitely doesn't buy into the basket or the location? This guy. His duffle bag isn't even zipped up and he still has bedhead. Just tell him how to go home. Tell him.]

Please tell me there's a greyhound around here or an AmTrak. I really don't care.
Which way is out- is it this way?

[If you're unfortunate enough to get stopped by him in the hall, sorry to break it to you but he only gave the pamphlets a cursory glance. He is, however, eating some of the snacks intermittently just to be on the safe side.]

TWO █ (ALL YOU CAN EAT)

[It's a party and all parties have one thing in common, alcohol. So he's hanging around the buffet line absently grabbing for whatever glass of anything riddled with alcohol that he can find.

It helps him calm down, but not enough to be ignorant of what was actually on the table. That sure is a brain, and that's definitely a spleen.

He stares at them transfixed, and grabs a fork to gently stab into the food to see if it's presentation or-]

Oh.

[That's real Greymatter, that is definitely a real eyeball complete with an optic nerve attached. These are all real. So, out of shock and general disdain he takes a few steps back with the eyeball that's been stabbed in the fork still in his hand.

It takes him a few seconds to realize he still has it. He drops it fast, wipes his bloody hands on his jeans.]

What the fuck.

THREE █ (NETWORK / AUDIO)

[So, he found the fluid. That's enough, it's definitely similar enough to his phone back home that he sort of gets it. He hits the microphone and holds it a few inches from his chin:]

Siri, where is Deerington?

[No response.]

Siri, pull up a map of Maine.

FOUR █ (WILDCARD)

[Go ahead and reply with any prompt or idea you have in mind. I'm down with it.

Please feel free to reach out if you have any questions! PM this account. Barry deals with TRIGGER WARNINGS for murder, abuse, ptsd, mental health, suicide.]

audio; un: trashmouth

[kissingbridge]

If you're trying to call someone directly, you fucked up dude.

Zelda | Breath of the Wild

[hylights]

a. arrival

[Everything that Zelda had experienced after waking from that haunting dream in an unfamiliar house was tinged with worry. Anxiety. Just where was she? There was information in the basket but it meant little to her, so far away from Hyrule. She couldn't just hope for answers to come to her, though. So she had left the house and ventured into the unfamiliar streets, toying with the FLUID until she comes to a halt in front of the Hart Mart.]

Incredible...

[Surely it's not that impressive? But anyone watching will note that Zelda's amazed expression is directed more at the phone than the shop itself, as she moves the device back and forth across the display windows. Her troubles are momentarily forgotten in her delight.]

It doesn't just capture pictures, it can show how things truly move. This is so much more advanced than what the Slate can do -- excuse me! [Whirling around Zelda waves an excited hand in your direction, raising the FLUID in readiness.] Could you keep walking along, just like that? I want to see how well it captures living movement!

b. not beast nor kin

[Well, the delights of the FLUID have worn off rather quickly. It hadn't taken long for Zelda to stumble upon the hideous maggots crawling over the earth, stepping backwards with a startled gasp. She was used to insects - had seen plenty of them in her travels. But they had never been so huge or awful as these ones. Unfortunately, they aren't happy to be interrupted and soon enough she's running away down the street as they come leaping behind her. All she can do is grab at a trash can lid she finds lying on the road and turn just in time to slap a great maggot away with it. It was half accidental - Link makes this sort of thing look so easy.]

S-- stop. Stay away!

[She might need some help.]

c. all you can eat

[It's hard to know which is more horrible. The ghastly spread of organs on these tables masquerading as a buffet, or how her eyes linger on them despite herself. She's just-- so hungry. The draw of the organs keeps her in the community hall, hovering around the edges of the room with a conflicted look on her face. Others were eating the food with no trouble; was this normal here?

Wringing her hands, she looks to the person standing next to her, feeling a little helpless.]

Tell me ... was this really the fare intended for this event? The flyer didn't say much about it.

d. wildcard

[Hit me up!]

a ... aaahhhh this good girl ;;

[dramaquinn]

[ Alice is on her way out of Hart Mart with a cloth bag full of frozen dinners when Zelda stops her. She would've kept going, except it's just such a weird request. ]

No. [ she answers after a second of perplexed contemplation. It's equal parts rude and rushed, like she wants nothing more than to get out of here. ] Go somewhere else. Record animals.

[ Fucking weirdo. ]

Are you gonna record me anyway if I start walking?

[ Because if Zelda does, Alice will take it... not well. ]