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APRIL 2020 TEST DRIVE MEME

Welcome to April's Test Drive Meme! This month's Test Drive's theme is: ENCHANTMENT 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: Enchanted food, possible body horror, mild finger injuries, magic based mind control, rapid aging, possible death
Don't forget to tag content whenever necessary. Have fun!

Prompt One
Prompt Two
Character Arrival
Master Navigation

YOU UNCULTURED SWINE

Pork is on sale!! Time to buy it up for all your family meals. It also means anything with pork in it in all of the restaurants is on special and super affordable for just about anyone. New arrivals can even get a free meal of bacon, sausage and eggs at the diner! Seeing all the low prices, you find yourself craving pork more than ever. But who doesn't love bacon, right? Maybe you had ham and pineapple pizza at Peter's or those delicious and mouthwatering pork dumplings at the Hot Pot. You could have cooked a nice pork loin with your friends and family for a large get together. Candied bacon is a real treat to munch on in the park!

You're cooking it yourself or getting it from the local restaurants, so nothing bad could happen with a little self-indulgence, right? Just about everyone has learned not to trust the food at a giant feast in Deerington, but short of the lunch and dinner menus at the diner, the restaurants and the grocery store have never done a Sleeper harm! At least, that's the way it's always been before. Two years is long enough to start taking things for granted.

Anyone who has any of the specials from the restaurants or who cooks any kind of pork related product at home will find that once they have finished their meal, they will slowly turn into... pigs. It seems to vary on how fast a single person turns, some moving slowly over the course of days while they eat more and more food, and others will turn into a full blown pig in a manner of minutes. At first you can still talk to others and display your usual personality in pig form, but the longer you stay a pig, the more boarish you'll become.

So how do you break the curse? Locals say there's a magic stream up on the mountain that will stop these kinds of enchantments, but you can't go alone. Someone will have to carry you up and sing to you while you drink. It might be a friend or a lover or a complete stranger, but whoever you can nudge into it will have to physically carry you in their arms up the side of the mountain looking for this stream. It can take a while— the walk is fairly long, a few hours at best, but you'll know it when you find it. The stream sparkles unnaturally in the sunlight and it seems like none of the animals are willing to drink from it's unnaturally cold waters. The moment you take a long sip while your companion sings whatever song pops into their head, you'll turn back into a human. Hopefully your clothes turn back with you.

If your character does not eat meat/pork, then they'll be safe from this event!

GOOD ENDURES

Mirror mirror on the wall...

The pork doesn't seem to be the only enchanted object around Deerington this month. There are several of them cropping up all over the place and each one has a different outcome for those unfortunate enough to run into them.

Spinning wheels seem to be in the most random of places. Some of them will even just appear in your house. Sometimes multiple spinning wheels show up. Anyone who gets to close will have the strong urge to prick their finger on the spindle, the needle very easily cutting the tip and making you bleed more than you might have expected. Hopefully you have a first aid kit around.

Anyone who pricks their finger will find that they are forced to follow the next person they see around everywhere. They'll follow them to work, to school, to the bathroom, to the kitchen, even to bed. It doesn't matter if it's someone you've never spoken to in your life, you will follow them like a lost duckling every hour of every day. It's enough to drive anyone bonkers.

Mirrors will also suddenly be being displayed in every home and every shop, even if you never had them before. It doesn't matter whether or not you have a reflection, any person who looks into the mirror will find that they are forced to imitate the next person they make eye contact with. This can be their personality, their posture, the way they speak, their basic movements— you'll start to become a total mirror image. If it goes on too long, you might even start to find the two of you start to look more and more alike...

Apples start to pop up in all the stores as well as in your fridges. They're bright red and look so delicious, you can't resist taking a bite. Even if you don't like apples or are normally allergic to them, you'll want to eat these, and you'll find they taste delicious and don't bring harm to anyone. At least... not at first.

A few hours after eating the apple, you'll start to notice differences in your appearance. Your hair has start to thin and become gray and limp, your skin is wrinkled and covered in spots, your hands become frail and shaky. You're aging, and rapidly at that. Before you know it, you've turned into a hideous hag, one that would frighten children in any fairy tale book. But how do you reverse it?

The cure for all three enchantments is to tell three facts about yourself. Even just introducing yourself will show improvement if it's to someone who never knew your name before. Those who ate the apples will have to seek someone out, but anyone who pricked their finger or looked in a mirror will specifically have to confess these three facts to the person they're enchanted to follow/imitate. Once three facts have been shared, you'll be able to leave, return to normal, and age back to your regular self.

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.

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞
part 1
(Johanna Mason came from a poor place. Not as poor as the others, maybe middle class. It wasn't unusual to have bacon once a week. The abundance of it here drives her wild, she's one of those Bacon Bros. Johanna can be found each day of the week in the Dearly diner, eating some fried eggs and a rasher of bacon.)

part 2
(SO JOHANNA IS A PIG NOW. She has been one of a week because she is a stubborn shit. At first, she sang Be My Baby by the Ronettes as a pig in front of the local businesses. Then she stopped being able to talk in general. Instead, she's become more of a boar, with small tusks peeking out of either side of her face. She runs around the middle of Deerington, bashing into anyone who comes close enough. TAKE ME UP THE MOUNTAIN! TAKE ME TO THE RIVER, like the Talking Heads song.)

𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬
(Johanna has taken to eating just about anything she can get her hands on. Even with the pig incident. She's eating a hamburger (because cows are so much more tolerable than pigs, so she'll take her chances), when she notices the spinning wheel. The hamburger is tossed aside (possibly at your character's feet) and she immediately pushes her finger to the needle as if it were an elevator button.

Then ... she follows your character. All the way home. And tries to get inside your house.)

𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝
go nuts, butts.

[Who are you, you strange hobo person, throwing a perfectly good hamburger down on the ground. It was the only thing edible around here other than the pork, and after seeing someone with a snout rifling around for more bacon, she was taking one hell of a hard pass on that. Maybe that weirdo at the Hart Mart was right and they were trying to kill them slowly with the food around here.

The point being, some stranger had just thrown half of a perfectly good hamburger in front of her and jabbed their finger with the nearest sewing implement, and now they were following her around. She stopped and stared at the girl with a 'Yesssssss?' expression on her mute face.]

𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒍. 𝑐𝑤: 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑, 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑟𝑒

[She hits the ground running. Boots slapping at the rain puddles, eyes wild and terrified like a hunted fawn. Past the Hart Mart, across the bridge, without the scantest sign of a pursuer. The flight would already be a spectacle, a cause for investigation, even if it weren't for the fact that she's absolutely covered in blood.

It's a bit Carrie at first glance, as though someone's splashed a big bucket of the stuff right in her face. A dress that may have once been cream is soaked through, plastered to her chest, and her hair could be any color under the deep red. There are flecks of something - something horrible - across her chest and her arms, covering her petrified face. Something's happened, and it was bad - but just who it happened to is another question entirely.

So, all things considered, a little staring would be understandable. But don't look too long, because she's running right into you (yes, you!) in 3, 2- ]

Shit!

𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒍.

[So. There are showers in this place. That's... well, nothing's good right now, but not being drenched in blood is definitely a bonus. When Syd next makes it into town, it's looking like a passably normal person. Or, at the very least, not a goddamn psychopath.

Next step? Finding somewhere to shoplift a jar of peanut butter.

About halfway to the grocery store, though, she starts to feel that familiar prickle at the bottom of her neck. Paranoia, probably, after everything that's happened. But it tugs, and it nags, and finally she steals a look. Okay, so there's someone behind her. No big deal. People walk behind people all the time, don't get nervous about it. Don't get upset, whatever you do don't get-

They're still there. Two blocks, three, and they're still there. Four, and then five, and finally she can't take it anymore. She whirls around, eyes full of anger and anxiety, fists clenched at her side.]

Leave me alone!

[Overhead, a streetlamp goes out with a snap, glass shattering. Probably a coincidence.]

Edited 2020-03-25 23:49 (UTC)

Arrival

Ariadne had scars on her back. Two long, jagged lines running vertical across her shoulderblades. Most of the time, she didn't really notice them. They were just a part of her, as much as her eyes, her chi, her breasts, her fingertips, or any other part. Not worth thinking about, especially.

Except for this particular moment in time. At this particular moment in time, they felt like they were on fire.

Nightmares were nothing new. Ariadne had been having them since the day she was born, but this was so different. She woke up with her eyes closed and let out a yowl of pain and surprise. Then a second, when she opened those eyes and found herself somewhere that...wasn't? Not her bed. Not her bedroom. And yet it existed. Of all the possible futures she'd predicted for herself going to sleep the night before, this was...not one of them.

She rolled over onto her face, pulling her knees up and under her chest, rounding off her back to relieve what felt like she'd been ripped open. "Scout the terrain," she muttered to herself. "Find the language of the land. Get help." The same three rules for any time she found herself stranded away from Valeria.

Somehow, this wasn't how she imagined it.

Groaning, she rolled off of the strange bed, pulling herself to her feet and taking one staggering step after another to the nearest window. Her traveling leathers creaked softly as she planted her hands on the sill and threw herself out, to the grass below. If nothing else, she successfully managed to land on her feet.

Spinning Wheel

Ariadne had seen spinning wheels before. The ladies maids in countless palaces sat at them, performing a sort of magic that she scarcely understood.

She'd never seen one in the middle of the woods before.

Really, seeing something like that could hardly compare to the way she'd woken up in this new village. But it was just strange enough that she stopped to stare from the tree branch, where she'd been doing a bit of scout work. At first, she sat on the branch, just watching it, waiting to see if someone would come to claim it or use it. But the more she watched, the more it seemed to call out to her. Silly, of course. She couldn't sew to save her life. The one time Aunt Lysia had tried to teach her, she'd managed to sew her embroidery into the hem of her skirt. But it was just so...pretty.

No harm in getting a little closer.

She hopped down from the branch and walked over.

And closer.

And closer still.

Her gray eyes fixed on the needle. She couldn't look away. She needed to...she needed to touch it. But why?

Wildcard

[ooc: I'm so painfully new to this game, I'm open to anything. Feel free to hit me up with any prompt you'd like, or PM me with ideas. Seriously. Go to town!

Note: Natalie Portman face-twin confusion more than welcome!]

Edited 2020-03-25 23:24 (UTC)

Arrival

Stephen jolts upright--in the middle of a park? Or a green grassy area, anyway. He's still dizzy and somewhat bloody, somewhat dusty, and not anywhere familiar. Merrick, Bell, and Crane are nowhere to be seen. Neither are the bodies or the rose garden.

Tentatively he feels for the ether and breathes a quiet sigh when he feels it. Oh thank God.

He runs his fingers over his short hair and he realizes he's ravenous. He needs to stop doing this. Stephen gets up slowly, wobbly. He isn't much to look at: just over five feet tall, to thin at the moment, and very bewildered.

"This isn't Piper," he murmurs to himself more than anyone.

Good Endures

A. Spinning Wheels
It's like something out of a fairy tale. Stephen frowns when he sees the spinning wheel in his house. He feels drawn to it, and some quiet part of his mind tries to suggest this is a bad idea. Still, he finds himself reaching out toward the spindle and--

Just like that, he's bleeding.

Stephen snaps his hand back and frowns at the blood. He sighs and trudges into the kitchen to take care of it, but thankfully it stops bleeding without much effort. He adjusts his shabby suit and heads out. Every step away from the house puts the spinning wheel farther from his mind.

Except--he starts following the first person he sets eyes on. And at first he thinks they might just be going in the same direction, but then they head into a shop that Stephen had no intention of visiting, or across a park he hadn't planned to walk through.

It gets more awkward if they don't notice him until they're heading home. No matter what he tries, he can't stop.

B. Spinning Wheels II
It doesn't take him long to realize that someone is following him. Stephen tries a couple times to lose them, but they're right on the mark every time. It's starting to become unnerving, actually.

Finally, he spins to set proper eyes on them.

"Who are you and what do you want?"

Wildcard

[Find Stephen anywhere, totally willing to explore other Good Endures prompts, just let me know what you want!]

Edited 2020-03-25 23:45 (UTC)

I - Arrival

[You'd think by this point that she'd be comfortable with weird things. The last eighteen months have definitely had enough bizarre happenings for a million lifetimes. But even still, waking up in a strange bed after fretting herself to sleep is...out there.

Bella pulls her jacket tighter around herself as she wanders outside, arms curled around her body in an unconscious effort to keep people's notice off of her. The town is like something out of a book -- one of the creepy ones she read way too young that stuck in her brain. All the strange people, all the unfriendly glares, under a mask of something innocently kitschy and charming.

It's only a matter of time before, in an effort to avoid one of the Bettys and their judgmental gaze, the teenage girl ducks away, trips over absolutely nothing and stumbles right into someone. She's already pushing herself away, blushing and stammering out:] S-Sorry, I'm a big klutz, I didn't-- I'm so sorry.

II - Uncultured Swine

[Bella isn't a huge fan of meat anyways -- she likes spaghetti and occasionally hamburgers, and she knows that eventually she's going to need to get accustomed to very rare meat (hah) -- so she sort of avoids all the specials being offered to her. Besides, she's read enough to know that random food being offered by strangers? For discount prices? Definitely bad news.

However, if she sees any pigs running around, she will deliberately put Misery (the Stephen King book, not the feeling) out of her head and crouch down, offering an "I'm a city girl but I can get down with the farm critters" sort of smile.] Hey. Hey, there. Better watch out, I think there's a biiiiig pork craze happening. You're probably not too kosher with that, huh?

III - Good Endures/Spinning Wheels

[In Bella's defense, she's never actually seen a real spinning wheel up close. It doesn't look like it had in the cartoon, all splinters and artistic shadows. It looks normal. Like just another piece of weird furniture in the weird house she had woken up with. Bella doesn't even think before looking at it sideways, then reaching out to touch the oddly glimmering point.]

Ow. [Stupid, chastises the soft, velvety inner voice that's become louder in her head as of late. Bella makes a face, pulling her sleeve up to cover the wound, which is tiny, but bleeding waaaay too much. It's a strange parallel to her 18th birthday, and she half-expects to be attacked by an overwhelmed vampire as she makes her way out to the street.

The first person she sees prompts a sigh of relief, and the girl hurries over, holding up her hand, bloodied finger starting to soak through the fabric still held over it.] Uhm. Do you...have a first aid kit? Maybe?

A: Arrival

[Usagi covered her yawning mouth, having read but not really having comprehended what she was supposed to be doing in this place. What WAS she supposed to be doing anyway? She popped another strawberry into her mouth from the bottle in her basket. The fact that her license had her blood in it and said: Lunarian on it... she frowned. Well, not like anyone had to SEE her license, right? And then there was that PAIN in the back of her neck and shoulders. She kept rolling her shoulders.]

For a dream it sure hurts like hell... [She mumbled, the antler basket still on her arm. She had woken up in... someone's house, she wasn't sure. At least the basket was cute. She popped another strawberry in her mouth and frowned. She was dreaming. Okaaay sure, she's had... well actually she's had plenty of vivid dreams before, magical or otherwise. So this was what, a new enemy?

She placed a hand on the back of her neck and rubbed it with a sigh.]

At least the food is good. [Did she have money? Who was a dreamer or... visitor, and who was a citizen?] How am I supposed to tell anyone apart? [Did she have the ability to wake herself up? Maybe if she pinched herself? Or maybe she could find some way to have Mamoru try and wake her up back home?]

Maybe I should ask someone here to pinch me, does that count? [She was mostly talking to herself as she looked into a store window. She paused as she stood in front of a series of shop windows where she saw a really cute floral dress. This place didn't FEEL dangerous... Not with such pretty dress patterns! But maybe that was the point?] Geeze, figures that someplace evil would have a gorgeous sense of fashion.

[She lightly fixed the back of her hair while looking at her reflection in the window. When she saw someone looking at her, she spun around, finally! Someone else! Time to put her plan into action!]

HEY! Oh uh, that was loud... Uh, hi, sorry. Anyway hello, my name is Usagi Tsukino! [She gave a small bow.] This is gonna sound like, super crazy but could you pinch me, cause apparently I'm asleep? [She couldn't pinch HERSELF awake but maybe someone else could?] Anyway, that would be super helpful cause I need to get home. [And deal with this new enemy, apparently. Could she have ONE enemy not invade her dreams in some fashion, just ONE?]

B: With hair that long you should be Rapunzel, not Sleeping Beauty

This is... probably, actually no, definitely not good. [She kept staring at the spinning wheel and then back to her hand where a small drop of blood was seeping out of the place she had pricked herself. She put her finger in her mouth to ease the pain.

She hadn't WANTED to touch the damn thing, but she had literally turned the corner and ran smack into it. Just her luck. She then pricked her finger and... well, now she was chilling on a bench her finger in her mouth and her chin in her other palm.]

Geeze, I may be asleep but I'm exhausted from this place. [She looked up and then locked eyes with someone, suddenly, she found herself standing and heading towards them. Well, that... was new.] Er... hi! [She laughed nervously, scratching the back of her head as she was now standing very close to the other.]

C: Not the most tech-savvy [Video]

[Usagi was futzing around with the phone, taking it on and off and trying to figure out the best way to wear it after she fiddled with all the fun little apps. She turned it on and opened up the camera and video function, starting up deerFeed instantly.]

Deerfeed? Sounds cute.

[She is completely unaware she's posting to it. She leaned back against the bench in the park she was sitting in.]

Okay Usagi, what do we know? [She rubbed her neck and rolled her shoulders.] Besides the fact that you seriously need to see a doctor about the pain between your shoulders. [She eyed the camera again.] Well, little bracelet.. phone thing, if you've got any ideas on what I'm supposed to do, I'm all ears.

D: A wild deer appears!

[OOC: Feel free to come up with a separate prompt if none of these are something you want to do!]

[Unfortunately for Bella, and Usagi too for that matter, Usagi is just as massive a klutz. So someone falling into her? Well, that means what little balance she has is gone and she is now on the ground.]

Did anyone see the wall that ran into me? [She rubbed her hips and looked up, blushing at the cute girl blushing in front of her.] Oh um, hey, hi.

Hey look, I'm Picasso!
cw: potential body horror

Don't eat the food the fae offer you keeps running through her head, because if anything, this place reminds her of the Seelie realm. Real enough but off. But she can only go so long without eating, and there's something to be said for the siren song of bacon. She doesn't trust the restaurants just yet, mostly because they don't seem used to one small woman ordering so much food and eating it all herself, so she goes shopping, buying whatever catches her eyes, and yeah. It's a lot of pork. Pork wrapped in bacon topped with more bacon, and it's all on sale, so, at least there's that. Not that it would have cost her anything anyway, but a deal's still a deal, right?

It takes three days for the tail to show up, easily hidden beneath her tight pants at first and then unbearable, so she switches back to skirts. It's another day before her nose transforms, and she'd think it was cute if it wasn't, you know, on her face. The panic begins to set in when yet another day later, there are ears. So she turns to her fellow Sleepers for help.

While she can.

a. “Can you see this? On my face? Is this normal here?”

b. The full pigness. Feel free to assume a previous a. conversation or not! She may or may not be able to speak still, depending on how we want to play this.

c. If/When healed from the piggening, she can be the one to help someone else! If you can withstand her singing.

Good Endures
cw: small pricks, light blood, magic mind alterations

a. Spinning Wheels

There's a tale in the back of her mind, a princess pricking her finger on a needle like an idiot and taking a nap, and Izzy can remember vividly how she never understood how it could have sounded like a good idea, how she couldn't have seen through that magical pull. It was even less realistic than being happy a kiss from a stranger woke you up.

But here she is, manicured finger outstretched, just meaning to carefully test the tip of the spindle, and clearly misjudging her own strength, as it not only pricks, but she bleeds. She shoves her finger in her mouth automatically, casting a glance around to make sure no one saw her.

b. Mirrors

As vain as she is known to be, Isabelle still finds the abundance of mirrors a little unsettling, not to mention the fact that there are more in her house than she remembers. More reminders that she shouldn't get comfortable. But there doesn't seem to be anything sinister about them, no alterations when she looks in them, and she breathes a sigh. Maybe it's supposed to be some sort of introspective exercise. Maybe the fact that she's settled on that says more about her than she'd like.

So she pushes the mirrors from her mind and heads out for a run, or to go shopping, or to see if what she's heard about this forest is true...

Write Your Own ~~Happy Ending~~ Fairytale

[Feel free to find Izzy all about town, assumed CR is absolutely fine for some of these, or at least a passing acquaintance if we'd like to skip the awkward introductions. Unless that is your jam and we can have total strangers singing to each other's pig selves, because I'm here for it if you are!

You can catch me at Isonen or PM this journal if you'd like to discuss things first!

I will match brackets or prose to your preference ♥]

[She chuckles as the girl shows herself on the video. With a smile she stops and watches for a bit, then hits voice, to talk back from the phone. Thick Japanese accent came clear on the Fluid:]

I am full of ideas, but it depends on what you want to do next.

( good endures )

[ he has just enough time to think oh god, i'm in a twisted disney movie when he sees the spinning wheel before his mind just goes weirdly blank. for sunny, that's a very strange feeling, with his head full fit to burst at literally any time of the day. beneath his flesh and bones, after all, the core of him is the creator of the universe, and what he was is sort of hard to deal with even on his best days.

it would have been nice, the blankness, only it lasts just long enough for sunny to realize it's there. then there's a sharp pain in his finger, and sunny yelps, yanking his hand away, blood already trailing down his fingertip and dripping to the ground. immediately, he jams his finger in his mouth, trying to stem the bleeding, glancing around to try to find something to wrap it with until he can get a bandaid on it.

and then he spots.. someone. sunny is sort of awkward and dreamy at the best of times, but the expression that crosses his face goes downright dazed. his hand falls away from his mouth, forgotten, and not at all sure why, he steps forward to trot toward them.

ah. ]

( wildcard )

[ somewhere, somehow, sunny's managed to get his hands on some colored chalk, and now he appears to be intensely, almost unnaturally focused on the random wall he's drawing on. the sketching is almost frantic, full of what appears to be a slowly-forming garden. his hands are covered in chalk, and he's probably not supposed to be drawing on this wall or any wall, but he also looks..

distressed, maybe. like he wants to stop, but he can't. ]

( network | text | un: 🌞 )

does anyone know what happens at home when we don't wake up like normal???
i have a very protective angel that might get smite-y if he thinks someone's hurt me and i'd really rather not wake up to a smoldering ruin where earth was :(

[ ooc; some info here! anyone that can sense holiness probably gets definite, particular whiffs from this guy. ]

SPINNING WHEELS

[ you know what's really, really not as unusual as it should be? having someone follow him around. it doesn't matter what barry does, he has a permanent shadow. he's pretty sure the person behind him doesn't want to really go into a bakery for the third time or go to a shoe store and check out the same converse shoes he's a little unsure of buying…

but they do. and, you know what? he really wants that pair of converse shoes.

when barry thinks it's time for lunch, he's on his way to the closest burger shop… with his shadow. safely crossing the road, he takes a few steps before he abruptly stops and turns around on the sidewalk. ]

[ there's no aggression or irritation in his voice. he genuinely wants to know what's up. ]

APPLES

[ so another thing you want to know? having an incredibly fast metabolism is both a blessing and a curse. it means barry can't get drunk, even when he tries really, really hard, and it also means that when he eats a few apples in an hour, he may or may not be as affected as everyone else. after all, barry isn't a muggle.

wherever you are, barry's near them, casually eating an apple like it's the coolest thing to do. it's a nice deep red, sort of like the shade of his first flash suit. he eats and eats, and there might be a grey hair forming in on his head… or a wrinkle to his brow.

when he glances down at his hands and notices that they're a little more wrinkly than usual, he turns to the person nearest him. ]

[ he thrusts his free hand out and turns it palm up and palm down. tell him his hands are beautiful. ]

FLASH PIG

[ although barry eats everything, even the vegetables on his plate, he doesn't eat the pork. for some reason, he's just not feeling it like everyone else is, which seems to be okay given that there's a few pigs running around.

good thing he catches one, right? it's kind of easy to—he's the freaking flash. dressed in his vibrant red suit, he's impossibly fast and scoops up his pig within a blink of an eye.

believing in some of the whispers locals are saying, flash speed runs his pig up that long walk to the mountain and takes his pig friend to the stream.

while his pig drinks, barry, of course, sings: ]

Mum mum mum mum

NETWORK

un: bear

What do you call a deer with no eyes?
No-eye-deer.

Icebreaker over. I know, sad. I have a few more if you want to hear them?

But I have a really important question to ask all of you deer folk to fawn over.

What's one thing you can live without and one thing you can't?

WILDCARD

[ feel free to wildcard me! ]

( ooc notes: Barry is from 5x01. Please don't fourthwall him or tell him he's fictional, or give him any spoilers for now! c: )

(Johanna wasn't really enjoying this herself either. She looked forlornly at her hamburger but as Neapolitan walked away, Johanna had to follow.)

Look, I don't know why, but I can't stop following you. I'm not a creep. Well, I'm not that kind of creep. Honest.

(she put her hands up in defense.)

[That would be a rabbit jumping a foot off the bench and clenching her heart.] OH MY GOSH!

[She was posting! Shit shit... well, okay no, it's FINE she... not like she did anything indecent or gross so... there was that.]

Haaa um, h-hey, hi! Uh, sorry, you frightened me there! So um, well, that's a really good question about what to do next, I'm not... really sure, actually? Oh, well, food maybe? I mean, can't go wrong with food, right?

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[She had slow smile come to her face, not that it can be seen, but the amusement was in her voice.]

Mm, food is always a good start, though shelter tends to be what people pick first. I suppose with waking up in a home that isn't a problem however. Food it is! Though I would skip the pork...

Oh, right, survival... stuff. Hey, so maybe you know, do I have like, money right now? I just got here so... I mean I don't think they'd accept yen? I've got some in my purse but- wait why skip the pork?

[ Several feet back, Clarisse comes to an abrupt stop. Her mouth twists in a scowl, immediately offended, though she's well aware that if she were in the position of the girl standing opposite, she'd be just as pissed off. Above them, the streetlight shatters, and she takes a step back to avoid the glass—but not a big step back. ]

What? I'm not doing anything.

[ She's not. She's not, seriously. She's not following this person, she doesn't even know this person, so why would she be—? ]

I'm not sure yet. I've only just got here as well. Money is a good idea though. I suppose we can't just take food with out paying for it.

Ah, well, I've seen someone turn into a pig recently. It's not a pretty sight.

[ the walk back home from lake tomie is a long one - long enough that he almost elects to take the bus back most of the way, but his last attempt at taking public transportation only lasted for about two miles before he had to get off. the townspeople all seem to have packed up all of their festive whatnots, which is a huge relief, and it seems much less likely that he'll be harassed if he takes the bus, but he'd just... rather not take his chances.

he's tired, though. exhausted and dragging a little as he makes his way up the street, phone in one hand, his other hand rubbing at the back of his neck as he thumbs out a text, head bowed a little so he can look at what he's typing. the sound of heavy footsteps registers somewhere in the distance, but - people run all the time, so it doesn't strike him as odd at first, hardly even draws his attention. billy keeps walking along the sidewalk, dropping his hand from his neck and using both hands to do something on his phone, dragging both of his thumbs from the center outward.

those footsteps are approaching fast, though, and whoever they belong to, their breathing is sharp and ragged - not exactly evenly paced or on par with typical exercise. people don't exactly sprint for long distances unless—

billy jerks his head up, phone still held in both of his hands about mid-chest high, eyebrows furrowed as he slows his pace - and then stops entirely. there's a girl running up the street, panic blindingly evident in her eyes, and she's covered in - she's covered in blood. billy's own eyes widen and he shoves his phone into his pocket maybe half a second before he realizes she's about to run right into him. he throws his hands out, attempting to catch her by her upper arms and sliding a foot back to brace the inevitably impact so they don't both go tumbling backwards. braced or not, though, billy still stumbles back a step or two, but he immediately dips his head, trying to catch her eyes, his grip firm on her arms, but not painfully so. ]

Hey! Hey, hey, it's - it's okay. It's okay, you're— [ he... can't exactly say she's okay, because she's soaked all over with blood, and he has no idea if it's her's or someone else's. he corrects himself, lifting his head slightly to look past her, behind her for whoever or whatever she's running from. ] Are you okay? Are you hurt? What's—

[ there's... nothing. as far as billy can tell, nothing is chasing her, or if there was, it's stopped now. ]

What happened?

Holy shit, girl, what the fuck did you do?

(Johanna reaches out for Bella's hand and pulls it close to look at it. She pulls the scarf off her head (because she's totally wearing one, deus ex handkerchief) and wraps it around the finger.)

Hold it tight. Keep the hanky.

SPINNING WHEELS

[Spinning wheels aren't exactly a foreign sight to Maria but she's never used them herself. She wasn't what one would call a patient enough person to be able to sit and legitimately spin well.

She does however stop to examine one of these spinning wheels popping up all over the place, chiefly because it's not there one moment and then suddenly there the next. Things just appearing out of thin air is always worrisome and she's one prone to investigating anyhow.

There isn't much more thinking between her deciding to examine it and then pricking her finger. It's like she manages to blank out in those seconds and it's with a sharp hiss that she has to press on the tip of her index finger.]

It even went through my glove!

MIRRORS

[The spinning wheels were one thing. Those had popped up unexpected in seemingly odd places like the one Maria had come across on a street corner. Mirrors though, they were at least somewhat expected within a building.

So it's not so strange to find one in the current shop she's exploring and being ever inquisitive Maria takes the time to check it out, momentarily prodding at her face with her fingertips.

Even to her untrained eye she can see the faint tug of too little sleep. Or too much? There was so much she still didn't understand here...]

WILDCARD

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[ Richard Campbell Gansey III was the rich sort. The sort that attended Aglionby Academy, a very prestigious all-boys school. The sort that had a personal helicopter. The sort that didn’t need a meal ticket. So, when Richard Cambell Gansey III, receives a meal-ticket, it leaves him unsettled. ]

Ma’am. [ He taps Johana delicately on her shoulder. ] Hello, Ma’am. [ A smile blossoms across anglo-saxon features, nice and cordial. The meal ticket was held out, offering it to her. ] I don’t feel right. Taking this. [ He gave a casual wiggle of ticket. ]

Would you want to take this off my hands?

sweet dreams aren't made of these ( arrival )

[ She wonders if she's dead.

The sound of her boots squish against the ground as she makes her way through the streets, water dripping behind her as she goes. Dressed in her black X-Men uniform, hair plastered to her face, cheeks flushed and skin cold, she's entirely soaked, Alkali Lake being what she last remembers before waking here. A gloved hand smoothing over her arm, a chill runs through her, steps slow... uncertain... until she stops completely then. She stands there, looking distraught, before she lets her eyes close and attempts to reach out with her mind, searching for familiar pings.

Scott, Professor, Ororo, Logan...

Names of those she searches for with her mind, completely unaware of how she's started to slowly begun to walk again... entirely unaware of just who or what she might be walking into. That of course? Includes the possibility of a car. ]

spinning wheels ( a )

[ Something doesn't feel right as she moves about the streets. Something she can't quite place her finger on, but when she catches sight of someone else meaning to place their finger on something sharp and pointy, she finds her chest tightening - is this the bad feling? - and hurries her way over.

Anyone looking to prick themselves on the spindle of a spinning wheel might find their wrist reached for suddenly then and a distraught Jean Grey being the one on the other end of that hand. ]

Wait!

spinning wheels ( b )

cw: blood
[ Jean shoulders the door open of whatever shop is closest to her, fingers of one hand wrapped around the finger of another, blood dripping down her wrist with her glove having been removed. She's in disbelief with herself that she actually did such a thing as prick her finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel. But she'll chide herself later because she can't seem to stop the bleeding despite the pressure she places on it and so she quickly makes her way thorugh the aisles of the shop she's pushed herself into, eyes scanning for any sort of antibiotic oitnment and bandages for her finger.

When she's unable to find any, either from the panic she tries to ignore creeping up on her, or the fact that this place really doesn't have the things she's looking for, she mutters a quiet word of displeasure under her breath and presses her head against the shelf she had been searching.

Deep breaths. Just... deep breaths. The last thing she needs is for her emotions to get the better of her.... even if the shelves might have started shaking by now. ]

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[The look on her face shifted from 'what' to a patently disbelieving 'uh huh, sure, if you say so.' For someone who didn't say a word and had yet to learn that ASL was a thing so she could laugh at it silently, she certainly had an expressive face for getting her point across...

...generally anyway.

She raised her eyebrow, resting her umbrella tip on the ground and leaning on it, looking over at the young woman while trying to decide if she believed her. Around here? It was possible, but there were other possible reasons... though she didn't look familiar, so probably none from home.]

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GOOD ENDURES

Character Arrival

QUESTIONS

Johanna Mason - The Hunger Games

Good Endures

syd novak // i am not okay with this

Ariadne | Original Character | OTA (Player is Fresh Meat!)

Stephen Day | A Charm of Magpies | cw:blood

Bella Swan | Twilight

Usagi Tsukino || Sailor Moon

I.

Isabelle Lightwood | Shadowhunters | ota

C: voice; un: bodyguard

sunny holiday ( original )

barry allen | the flash

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Voice; un: Feedthebunny

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spinning wheel

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arrival

III

Maria Renard | Castlevania

pt. 1

jean grey | x-men movieverse

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