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TEST DRIVE MEME: SECOND STAGE
☆WELCOME TO INTERSTELLAR
And welcome to our second TDM! We've got two types of prompts to use this time around: the first takes place while your character is in the process of being captured, and the second is during their first brainwashed rockstar networking gig. The former is designed to be considered 100% game canon if you make it in officially, while the later is more speculative and will only work if you get lucky during label and band selection.☆THE TALENT SEARCHThese prompts are design to be kept as game canon after acceptance, and can be used as the official story of how your character was captured. Importantly, the kidnappers entering your timeline causes massive time distortions, which means that the outcome of this scenario will stagger and replay itself multiple times before settling on an outcome. This means that after the fact, you character may remember being captured multiple ways, or going in more than one direction, before the timeline settled on a final path. Or at least, they'll remember this until their memories are wiped shortly afterwards, but that's okay! That's what memory regains are for. Read this page for more specifics on this situation. Any powers the characters have will be weakened and prone to malfunction to the point of uselessness.
►A1) THE SEARCH: It always starts out this way, doesn't it? At some point in your life, you were just doing your thing, wherever you call home. Then, all at once, it's like you've been torn from your dimension by the roots. Time and space displace, and it's like you've been shifted one layer of reality to the left - like some kind of subspace where you can see your reality through it, like a rainbow surrealist image of your home. Even if you can see this ghost image of where you were, you can't interact with it meaningfully. Any friends or family are somewhere else. As you begin to wander, without any other options, you'll find that the scenery gradually shifts to ghost images of other places, other worlds. If you wander long enough, you'll even find other people, lost just like you are. But you probably won't have much time - you've been brought here for a reason, after all.
►A2) THE HUNT: It could happen almost immediately, or it could happen hours later - but, at some point, your dimensional kidnappers start to do their sweep. Space Men in black body suits and gas masks pursue you on foot and in small spaceships, trying to sweep you and the other displaced up like fish in a net. Their guns contain a weird pink gas that will knock out most with only a single breath - and for those more enduring, they have the heavy artillery, like electrical nets and guns. The fallen will be sealed up into stasis pods for transport and loaded onto the ships, which seem like the only way to get out of this place by choice. This is where it ends, but are you going to put up a fight?
NOTE: Characters already in game can't really tag into these sections, so try to tag around to other first time character tests if you can!☆WELCOME HOMEBy default, these prompts aren't considered canon, but if after you are accepted and sorted they can be tweaked into working for you, it'll be totally okay to keep them as a part of your rockstar's personal history. This occurrence is something that will be happening around November 15th game time, but of course, what remains canon and what doesn't will be subject to who is accepted and where they are placed. This takes place after being kidnapped and brainwashed, as your character is first joining their new label. As usual, this is celebrated with a party.
►B1) PLAY IT STRAIGHT: It just another large scale soiree, something typical to the high music society of Vista City - but maybe it's not yet typical to you. For a number of the freshly signed on newbies, this is their first real taste of what their new label has to offer - either Virgo or Pride - and the sheer glamour of it may be intoxicating. Industry big wigs scatter the floor, as do performers of all the tops labels and bands. Maybe you feel intimidated. Maybe you want to make your mark. Or maybe you're not quite as new as some, and are just trying to get through the evening. Either way, they is plenty of booze available if you need some liquid courage. And is that a hookah pipe corner over there? Probably.
►B2) TOTALLY NORMAL: The signs of it are small, at first. Glasses you set down seeming out of place, stuff that almost looks like words written in the condensation on your glass. These little hauntings only get more and more persistent as the night continues, almost like some otherworldly presence is following you. You can feel them lurking nearby at times, like an unusual spot of cold or warmth in the air. None of the higher ups seem to notice but...to some of your new peers, this feels like old news. Eventually the signs become bolder, and at some point in the evening you'll hear it whispered in your ear or written on the bathroom mirror: "Remember."
►B3) REMEMBER: And you do. It strikes you suddenly, a feeling like a foreign presence straying through your mind. You remember something of your past, pertaining to the emotional affinity Love, Duty, Passion, or Hope - whichever feeling describes the person you used to be best. Except you know nothing of that life now, nothing except this single, strange thought in a room full strangers.
NOTE: Current characters definitely go to this party on November 15th, but it isn't required play. Besides the haunting and meeting new characters, it is considered business as usual.☆HELPFUL INFO► Follow the mod plurk for updates:interstellar5555
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Simon?
[Nia feels as if she's been wandering forever. Absolutely forever. She doesn't quite understand what's happening, but perhaps this is a part of the Outside world! What a fantastic new experience. She just wishes someone was here to help her figure out what this experience is...]
Kittan? Yoko?
[Yeah they're... probably not going to show up, but Nia has her hopes. She'd seen them, after all, just before finding her way here, so they must be here as well! She thinks. Maybe. She doesn't quite know, but she has her hopes.
Her hands are clutched in front of her as if in prayer, and she looks from side to side as she walks, which means she's not paying attention to where she's going. Which means she is going to walk face first into someone at some point or another right? She blinks for a few moments before beaming at the person she has just interrupted.]
Good afternoon! Or perhaps evening, I am not certain. Might I ask you where we are? I am afraid I am not very familiar with this sort of thing as of yet!
(A.2)
[Nia is... not running from these spacemen. She doesn't quite understand that this is a dangerous situation?
Instead she is offering her politest curtsy to them. They're human-shaped, moreso than beastmen or ganmen, and so that must mean they're allies, mustn't it?]
Hail and well met, sir!
[Please, please, please get this sheltered child to run.]
(B.1)
[While Nia might be very young, she is also very, very excitable, bounding around the room and calling attention to herself like you would not believe. Dressed in an absurdly bright dress and bright jewelry that would put a rainbow to shame, Nia is absolutely and totally on her game tonight. She will laugh and joke and play the role of a princess as she does, until, of course, someone gets on her nerves. Did you scuff her shoe? Or perhaps bump into her? Or maybe grab her shoulder to get her attention.
At that point, everything changes and there is a tiny blonde with the fury of a thunderstorm, arms crossed over her chest and frown set into her face.]
How dare you touch me?! Who do you think I am? [Yeah Nia calm ur tiny self. Approach her in either her good or bad mood, it's like she's two completely different people.]
(B.3)
[Well, after that temper tantrum, Nia of course needs some time to calm down. She does so by getting herself a drink--
A boy hanging upside down from the ceiling, in the cockpit of a giant face. He's small and dirty, but he looks at her with a confident smile.
"Nia! I'm here to rescue you! Come on!"
And though her vision is blurry with tears, she leaps forward to throw her arms around him. "Simon!" And in that moment she feels love like she's certain she's never felt before. Love radiating from him and love in her own heart.
--Her glass crashes to the ground as she takes a step back, her breath taken away completely by the thought, and her eyes welling with tears. It's like she's forgotten something. Something so, so important.]
... S-Simon...?
A-1 And apologies for the rusty muse
not at all i am rusty too
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B1- I am so so sorry for him
nia doesn't deserve what is happening to her.
no one deserves Xanxus, no one
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B2- Might jump into B3 later on~
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Aramat Drawdes | Alabaster
So what exactly is happening here? Is it a dream? The scenery is shifting, melting into other places...]
Biancabella? Isolde?
A2: [And then they came, like a raid on a prison. Knocking out and snatching up those that couldn't run. Aramat knows to run, but soon she hears the tell-tale sound of electricity on flesh behind her. She panics, becomes like a cornered animal, fearful and willing to do anything to get out, get out, get out...]
B1: [It's not her first time in a party like this usually she'd do all sorts of things to even get a ticket to these industry parties, but it's her first time being there as a V.I.P., as Datura. All these years of work and rock and roll chaos has finally payed off.
So she's celebrating and knocking back drinks.]
B2: [This is a nightclub, so many things could be heard in in-between the pounding music and the half yelled out conversations between the industry heads and the various musician between themselves. Remember... remember.... She turns over to someone to ask them about this, but she hears the same thing in her ear.]
REMEMBER WHAT?!
B3: [It hits her as soon as she leaves for the restroom, when she fixes up her makeup. Perhaps it was all the women around her, but it's something familiar. They need her, they need her... why did she leave?
And Miss Seward is at the mirror, tears forming on her heavily lined eyes.]
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Superbia Squalo // KHR!
[ Only chumps drink for courage. Decent people drink for fun. At least that seems to be Squalo's view on things as he's parked right there at the bar, a slight grin playing on his lips, glass in hand, scanning the crowd with his eyes for anyone who might be worth talking to. ]
[ Finally, his last shitty band had finally lucked out (thanks to him, obviously) and he was finally noticed and offered a significant contract. Soon enough, the world was going to be crazy about him. ]
[ In the meantime, publicity and contacts, and you could get one of those out of any person (basically by hitting them in the face if they didn't want to work with you). Hey, see that leather-clad guy with ass-long hair and a superior smirk? He might be coming your way right now -- ]
-- B2
[ He doesn't pay it much mind at first. Noticing things like that was for the superstitious and paranoid, and he only believed in glory, thank you very much. ]
[ The letters on the mirror, though, whether it's the bathroom or the hallway (because he would go to either of those to check himself out at least every twenty minutes) are really damn hard to miss. He still doesn't think it's anything supernatural, of course. No, it's obviously someone trying to ruin his goddamn evening. ]
[ So he'll be turning and decking whoever happens to be closest to him right across the face, because the nearest person had to be the culprit, right? ]
-- WILD CARD
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So, this wouldn't icly be a good idea in-game... but TDM YOLO applies.][ Hello, here's your Facebook/Twitter/Whatever update. ]
so you know how crazy fans cut off chunks of your hair and shit
guess what
I WOKE UP MISSING A HAND TODAY.
i shit you not.
[ Attached is a rather graphic image of a stump. The red on it may or may not be ketchup, but either way hopefully you weren't eating breakfast right now... ]
normally i wouldn't do this, but it calls to me. B2
rip bathroom
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Wildcard, cause LOL
A+ choice
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Finnick Odair | The Hunger Games
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Celty Sturluson | Durarara
[Oh god oh god oh god oh god. She knew this day would come, it was always right around the corner.
Aliens.
She attempts to summon her scythe but it keeps blowing away into more smoke. Without her weapon or her steed, she's left to running as fast as she can. Away from these aliens and their cages and oh god she's so screwed.]
B1
[She's never felt comfortable showing her face in public, which is why she's pleased when she gets the a-okay to wear a party mask to the soiree. Considering that her whole gimmick was keeping her face hidden, not to mention the uncomfortable scars, it was for the best.
Nonetheless, Celty can't help but feel uncomfortable around so many people. She's not sure she brought enough notecards to hold up a lengthy conversation with any of these people, even if she wanted to. So for now, she's casually meandering around the walls of the room, only really abandoning her wallflower status to get some snacks. She's just trying to get through the evening without too much drama. There's already too much of that in this high-society world.]
B3
[It came out of nowhere. A sudden sensation, a sudden feeling of smoke surrounding her whole body. Yet it wasn't suffocating. It was familiar. Comforting.
She suddenly gripped her own neck on reflex, half-expecting... well, never mind what she was expecting. She shakes her head, reaching for the quiet spot, trying to get rid of that strange thought. That would just be silly. Absurd.
Why would she think her head was missing?]
I feel like I should apologize in advance for him
This can only go well
and by well, we mean terribly
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peni parker | marvel comics (sp//dr)
[It seems like a robot at first, shrugging off bullets like they're nothing and dancing between electrical nets like it can see in every direction. It shoots thread from its hands, yanking the soldiers into each other or back into the robot's fist.
The tactically inclined will note, however, that Sp//dr's movements are deliberate, herding the soldiers such that there is always a clear escape route, yet keeping them clustered around the machine. It backs away, keeping them again one side, occasionally pulling soldiers away from other combatants and into its own fracas.]
a2.2
[Eventually it grinds to a halt, and there is nothing for it. A hatch opens and a girl clambers out, dodging electric nets and scaling faster than the gas encroaches. She dives off behind the machine, hits the ground, tucks, rolls, and comes up in a sprint, able to zigzag her way out of the paths of the electrical nets.
The machine, of course, has long since been electrified, and the soldiers have learned quickly not to touch it.
Sharp eyes will have caught a spider scuttling its way onto the girl before she started running, but for all her prowess in the machine, she's doing noticeably worse on the ground. Help her?]
b1, b2
[Parker snaps a hair tie against her wrist.
Nobody is sure why she carries it; she never ties her hair and often cuts it so short there's not enough to hold, but the hair tie remains a constant, in every single music video she's ever been in and at every concert she's ever played. She's come dressed in what could very well be a formal school uniform, immaculately kept, and seems exhausted the whole affair almost from the moment she enters. Add that to a certain amount of nervous energy (god she can't stop seeing things) and you have a very disengaged girl, one who is apt to miss three or four name calls and potentially some active prodding before you get her attention, and you'll probably need it, since she's almost certainly in the way of something.]
b3
[It looks like a panic attack, from the outside.
--terminal failure--
She clutches her head with one hand, stumbling, grasping around for support with the other.
--my father, a soldier--
(she does not have a father)
--died in service--
(the only death she has known is that of a pet insect)
Like my father, a soldier--who died in service of his people--we will be this, until terminal failure--
She groans, collapsing into a wall.
Help?]
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Johanna Mason | The Hunger Games
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Fetch Walker | inFAMOUS: Second Son
"Fuck you pig!"
Fetch assumes that this is just another sector of the D.U.P coming to collect her - it's not impossible to believe that the organization Augustine started kept going without her.
What is more impossible seeming is that this sort of half-world? Is a real thing, not just a hallucination. She's had those, they're a lot less concrete than this.
Fetch is firing off neon bolts as quickly as she can, but even she needs to recharge and she doesn't see or feel any neon anywhere.
She isn't going to go down without a fight though. And she'll try to save as many people as she can on the way because that's what a good person would do, right?
B1:
Fetch was seated in a conversation pit around a very large six-pronged hooka with her legs crossed and buried in the fabric of an old ratty jacket that was probably from some surplus store a long time ago. It all was very punk rock combined with her purple-pink hair.
She looked rather antsy however, until someone approached her with a knowing smile and patted his jacket pocket.
"You wanna be somebody baby?"
Fetch didn't want to show her excitement so she simply rolled her eyes and grinned up at the guy with a mouthful of smoke.
"Everybody's somebody. Gimmie some of that."
Fetch missed that rush when she wasn't high... besides, it was a party, right?
B2:
Fetch didn't know if her bandmates heard her talking to herself, but they had to have heard her punching the mirror in the bathroom. She had been taking a shower, doing nothing special in particular and when she turned around from the shower the mirror had writing on it. Like someone traced their finger through the steam collecting on it.
'REMEMBER WHAT YOU DID. REMEMBER.'
Fetch couldn't explain why upon reading it her heart sank into her stomach and she lashed out, shattering the glass and giving herself some pretty nasty cuts.
She had a wad of toilet paper pressed up against it, muttering curses as she went through all the drawers looking for some first-aid kit shit.
There was an alarming amount of blood. At least, what with just getting out of the shower she could pretend the tears escaping her eyes were just water.
What did it mean? Remember what she had done? She hadn't done anything...did she write that?
Maybe she had a stalker. It would explain the rest of the fucked up shit happening this week.
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Stampy || Beast Wars Neo
maybe the alcohol will help him feel more comfortable. he's on his second glass, and while he's feeling a bit warm, he still feels very out of place.
at least the outfits are pretty. he likes those. are you catching sight of him admiring yours? possibly.]
B2) [a few more drinks in and he's just starting to feel more...well, not himself. himself is alone in his room with his instrument. he's feeling like someone who actually knows how to talk to people, and may have made a fool of himself once or twice, but at least he's giggly about it. at least until the third time he turns around to speak to someone following him and there's no one there
his giggly mood's starting to turn more and more nervous. anxious. then he all but leaps in to the air as something whispers in his ear, emitting a yelp like he's been struck]
B3) ["I won't let you hurt my friends!"
in to the bathroom he rushes, feeling terrified and sick and alien in his own skin. maybe it's all the alcohol he's had, and it does come up - thankfully, he's managed to reach a stall in time. but he doesn't feel any better afterwards, only barely managing to pick himself up and over to the sink, where he washes out his mouth and then his face, then stares at the mirror.
he's still shaking. shivering. the face in the mirror seems as white as its hair, his eyes puffy with tears.
...what friends?]
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Kanami Mashita | Persona 4: Dancing All Night
Haha, I'm by myself, aren't I? Great...
[ This feeling wasn't altogether foreign to Kanami. But it was different than the Midnight Stage, and her friends weren't here with her. The last time, Rise-senpai and the others were there with her; this time, she was all alone. ]
Sumomin, Tamamin, Tomomin, Nozomin... I really am all alone here, aren't I? What am I gonna do?
[ There wasn't anyone there to hear her, she knew. Even hearing her own voice in the wide, open void wasn't reassuring. But she had to keep talking. An unsure giggle rises from her throat. She wasn't strong enough for this. ]
But if I'm here, then maybe the others are too. I just have to keep going. They might need my help. If they really need it, I mean...
[ Kanami shook her head suddenly. ]
No, I can't think like that! I can still help out! I might not be strong like the others, but there's still something I can do.
[ She's just going to keep talking to herself in the dark at this rate. It's at least somewhat comforting. Kind of. Maybe. ]
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[ Wow, look at all of these people! Ahh, was that--no way, everyone here was so famous! It was really overwhelming! Kanami Mashita, better known as Kanamin to her fans, didn't normally have a problem turning on her charm in front of the camera, but she was more than a bit starstruck here.
Come on, get some courage, strike up a conversation! You were supposed to be here too! She was in an adorable dress and looked like a million bucks, it would be a sin if she didn't socialize. Not to mention her manager would be super angry with her if she didn't! That guy was scary! ]
I think I need something to drink.
[ Said to absolutely no one, the teen made a beeline for the refreshment table, grabbing a flute of something she assumed to be some kind of sparkling cider and downing it quickly without a second thought.
Then a second.
By the third, she was feeling surprisingly good. The lights around the room were inviting, and she felt cozy and warm. Wow, she felt much better, actually! This was great! Giggling a bit at herself and her good idea, she started to walk--wow, when did it get so hard to walk in heels, hahaha--looking for the closest person, big celebrity or not, to strike up a conversation with. Carpe diem and all that!
Never mind that she had no idea what to talk about. Details. ]
Hi! This is a pretty great party, right?
[B2/3]
[ As the night wore on, and as the driving bass beat began to carry through the air, the magical party juice that Kanami managed to down was finally starting to get to her head. A dull ache hovering between her eyes, the young woman excused herself at the first possible moment, moving from the dance floor toward one of the walls, before finally making her way outside. ]
It’s way too hot in there…
[ Who was she even talking to? Whatever. Leaning against an outside wall, bending over slightly, her salmon-colored curls spilled over her shoulder. What was going on, she wasn’t normally this bad. Come on, Kanami, pull yourself together! You were a star! People wanted to see you, and no one else. What would they say if they saw her doubled over like this? ]
That’s right. Your fans wouldn’t want to see you like this. I just have to keep it together.
[ For her fans.
And for the other girls, too. ]
Su— Ah!
[ There was something at the tip of her tongue, and as she spoke, the pain came on like a flood. She hadn’t been prone to headaches before just recently, but they were never that strong. Her muscles tensing up, and shoulders trembling for some unknown reason, she leaned further into the wall, trying not to shake.
N… no, she had to hold it together. It was some kind of fit, or something. The headaches were no big deal, they always went away. Then why was this…
Tears? Reaching up to touch her face with a trembling hand, she looked down at her wet fingertips. What was going on? ]
B1!
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joining the B1 train
choo choo~
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Gokudera Hayato (TYE) - Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
The fact that he was now being attacked by aliens rather than picking the Tenth up for school was alarming, but this wasn't the first time he'd been faced with a situation like this. It was the first time he'd found himself completely alone in a long time, though.
He tried to tell himself it was better this way without no Baseball Idiot in the way and the Tenth not in danger, but without backup the never ending parade of enemies was creating fear in his heart. It didn't matter, even if he was a afraid he could definitely save himself.
It didn't matter how big of a weapon they pulled out.}
B1: {Gokudera had been frequenting this sort of party since he was shorter than the food buffer and they've only gotten more tedious and boring the more he aged. The only good part was the chance to plan and talk people into collaborations with the band. Or even to convince them to let him write a piano line for an acoustic version or new ballad song.
He had so much drive, so much energy, so many notes in his fingers and mind. He produced too much for just his band to perform, and many of the songs didn't fit with their style.
His green eyes sweep the room and he tries to spot likely targets who don't have pianists in their band already and could use one for a track or two in a new album. It's had finding someone to take him seriously even if he did manage his emancipation almost two years ago.}
B3: {It's been driving him to distraction and sleepless nights for what seems like his whole life even if it's only been a few weeks, but Hayato thinks he's hallucinating. He's losing his mind.
Whenever he's not looking at his hands straight on he sees glints of silver, like he's turning into a robot. His fingers feel oddly light at times even when not flying over his beloved black and white keys. What if he actually is a robot? If he said it out loud everyone would laugh at him, chalk it up to a kid's imagination no matter that he was nearly fifteen and had been on his own for years.
He's staring at his hands again during a party when the weird lightness creeps over him and he has to set his drink down and bite his lip to keep from making a surprised noise. Something's different about this time.
He remembers. It's strange and familiar all at once, the ghost-sight of his fingers decked out in rings. They've got the symbols of the weather on them. A sun, a tornado looking swirl. They're lit up with different colors and he feels an enormous warmth and well of power in his chest, confidence, the drive and will to succeed like he's never felt before in his chest.
He's expecting some kind of noise, an explosion, something amazing, and the world to turn a brilliant red, but he looks up waiting for it and there's nothing but the usual party goers around him.}
{ooc: Feel free to start something with the situations I didn't write an opener for if you don't like any of these.}
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[...somebody, please explain what is happening here!
it was finally the day of the Love Live! tournament preliminary. the members of µ's had been eagerly preparing for that day, and they were going to compete with a special song, one they had all written together. the second years had finally arrived at the stage, everyone was dressed in their costumes, mics and lights were set, and people were beginning to gather so that they could watch the show. now all that needed to happen was for the girls to take their places and...
suddenly, the lights go out, and someone in the crowd screams. dozens of men in black suits converge on the area and start spraying people with knockout gas. Maki stares in horror as she watches people drop to the ground. then, one of the girls—Eli, probably—tells her to run, and the adrenaline kicks in.
Maki starts running, and she's not alone. the other girls are with her... well, they were. did they get gassed? were they separated in the chaos? she doesn't know. she can't look back. she has to keep running. at some point, or other, she loses her hat, and one of the heels breaks off her boot. but Maki doesn't stop running for that.
what does make her slow down a little is when she notices her surroundings. she's still in Japan, she thinks, but it looks like other places are... overlapping the scenery, the way a picture might be overlaid upon another one. that... that was impossible, wasn't it? but what about this situation seems possible at all?]
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[Maki may be young and new to the industry, but she is still a bit arrogant. she carries herself with all the grace and poise of any other Virgo musician, head held high, sunglasses resting neatly on her nose so that no one can see her eyes. that was supposed to keep you protected from the press, or something, hiding your true expression behind darkened lenses. Maki doesn't know, but the glasses are cool and match her outfit, so she's wearing them.
she's not drinking, not tonight, because she doesn't want to lose her head. though she may be slightly interested in that hookah over there. so, what's your game? do you want to corrupt a young woman, or simply talk to her? will she even talk back to you?]
►B3
[Maki is staring at her glass of soda when the wave hits her. it's so brief, a fleeting moment, but it was strong. it's kind of stupid, too. the number nine flashes through her mind. why is it such an important number? what does it mean?
this wave hits her so suddenly that she feels the need to sit down, so she quickly excuses herself. maybe you were in the middle of a conversation with her and she just decided to leave. rude! or maybe you are a concerned bystander who spots her looking pale as she heads into the ladies' room to wash her face]
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yay more idols!
the temptation to tag this with Nozomi even if I would never app her was so strong orz
awww i would have accepted nontan with loving arms but all idols are acceptable ♥
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Ryuko Matoi | Kill la Kill
The hell?
[Ryuko sort of... waves her hand around at some stuff, experimentally. This is weird. And not her kind of weird, either.
So she wanders. She's good at wandering.]
There better be a way back somewhere, or I'm gonna be pissed.
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Yep, I'm pissed off now!
[She announces as she punches yet another one of these stupid assailants out. But even she knows when she's outnumbered, and without Senketsu or the scissor blades she's not necessarily about to win this, enhanced strength or no. Also of note: some of them have started bringing out big guns and nets and things.]
Ah, shit.
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Shiiiiit.
[Ryuko is sort of. Rapidly tapping her foot and waiting by the wall. After a search through her incredible number of clothes because by god Ryuko Matoi just LOVES fashion, she settled on a nice white dress. If she gets into a fight tonight it'll show the bloodstains, but that is a risk she is willing to take. And by God she could use a fight. Or her guitar. Or anything else but socializing at a party where she is expected to behave.
Might as well try to... talk to someone?]
Hey, you!
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[She was thinking about how many drinks it would take to get comfortable here, but suddenly she's thinking about... there's a man who registers to her as her father, though of course he isn't. And he's dying. There's what looks like half a pair of scissors lodged in him and he's dying.
I have to find out who killed him.
But... why? That wasn't her dad. That wasn't any house she's ever lived in. So she's just going to sort of... lean against this table here and stare at her hands for a bit.
God she wants to punch someone.]
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UNDYNE | UNDERTALE
Her scaly lips pull back from her fangs in a disapproving, baffled sneer. She drops it (it falls slowly, glitching midair, and then it disappears) and abruptly whips around, as if expecting to catch someone by surprise.]
Hey! Hey!!! Who's messing with my spears?? Who's looking to get their butt kicked?!
►B1) [Undyne is sitting with her chin on one hand and a drink in the other, looking restless and annoyed – which isn't an unusual look for her. This kind of schmoozing is not what she became a musician for, and although this is her first time at an event like this she's already getting impatient with it. She's not here to make friends, she's here to win. Don't talk to her, you'll probably regret it.]
►B2) [The weird stuff that keeps happening is making her a different kind of restless altogether, though. She tries to pretend she doesn't notice it at first, because who flips out over weird cold patches, but it gets harder and harder as the night goes on, and eventually, when she looks down to find her glass a good foot or so from where she knows she put it down, she decides she's had enough. She's on her feet in seconds, grabbing whatever unfortunate individual is walking past by the arm and yanking them towards her.]
Hey! You! Are you messing with my drink?!
►B3) [By the time she remembers, she's already had enough of all of this – she's already getting up to leave when the memory distracts her: tomatoes smeared disastrously across a kitchen counter. Spaghetti, everywhere. Fire, everywhere; the memory of a wild, exultant pride that even with so much of herself suppressed she knows all too well, and... the sense that this is somehow important, that she remembers this because it changed something... Why??
She stops in the middle of the room, her hands clenching into fists. Trying to place the memory makes her head hurt, and it – all of this – is pissing her off. With a snarl of frustration that sounds mostly like 'ngahh', she upturns the nearest table and storms towards the exit.]
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(For yr reference: here is a little doodle of how human Undyne looks here!)
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Wolfram von Bielefeld | Kyo Kara Maoh! | prose or brackets fine
[Wolfram had just grabbed onto Greta to pull her out of the way of Yuuri's magic, to keep her safe. He'd had his adopted daughter in his arms. Then suddenly, she wasn't. Suddenly there wasn't even the comfortable weight of his sword in its sheath at his waist. There was an empty feeling within him, the loss of his fire maryoku. And he does try to call upon it, immediately. Nothing happens. There's no flame lighting up in his palm and green eyes go wide.
There's the faint image still of the castle, of the attacking fake bearbees, of Yuuri, of Gwendal, of Greta. Until he moves, and their image shifts, and if everything hadn't seemed wrong a second before it definitely does now.
He screams. It's a scream of anger, not fright or surprise. He tries to grab onto the little girl again, but another shift and even those after-images are gone. He stands up finally, from the kneeling position he'd been in when holding Greta, and turns in a full circle, looking around wildly. There are flames in his eyes, even if he can no longer call upon them.]
WHO DID THIS?! WHAT DID YOU DO TO THEM?! GIVE THEM BACK TO ME!
► A2:
[This delicate-looking, couldn't-be-older-than-16 (though he's actually 82) year old boy, short in stature though with a fair amount of lean muscle from consistent use of a sword, is fighting tooth and nail against these Space Men. Literally, tooth and nail. He bites, claws, punches and kicks, flails. Runs and rolls and dodges. He looks furious. In the beginning, he's still yelling a lot, things like "Bring them back!" and "Where are they?" but somehow never "Where am I?"
As this goes on for some time, he will wear himself out. To the point where there's no voice left, only angry tears and desperate kicks, stumbles. It will take a while, but in the end, he'll be caught like everyone else.]
► B1
[This angelic-looking blonde is dressed in what could be considered odd attire, almost historical? There are frilled sleeves, a frilled cravat. There are frills. But it's all in elegant black and white, with a green jewel in the center of his cravat that matches his eyes. Eyes which are currently watching everyone, and silently judging. Your outfit, your behavior, whatever he feels like judging.
He doesn't seem to be intimidated by anyone or anything, but rather looks at the whole world as if it has personally offended him in some way. Possibly by breathing. There may be an instant when he's actually examining his nails, or a little later when he can actually be seen with an entire bottle of red wine at hand. And no, you can't have any. This one's his. An inexpensive brand, a dull year, but at least it's wine.]
► B3
[Later in the night, there's a quite loud shatter of glass as a bottle of wine slips from Wolfram's grip to the floor. Thankfully there was hardly anything left in it, so the only mess is glass, but still.
When this happens, Wolfram freezes, his eyes go wide, he grabs on to the nearest solid object. -- All he sees for a moment is a boy his age with dark eyes and dark hair. Wolfram's holding onto him with one arm, and the boy's dangling over the edge of a cliff. He has to pull him back up. There's a chance he could go down himself, it would be so easy. But it doesn't matter. This boy is important, he's so important, he can't let anything happen to him, he loves--]
...You can't leave me yet. [It's spoken in a small voice, sadness instead of anger, uncharacteristic of any who knew him or had been watching him all night. Except he snaps out of it quickly, just like that, and he's pulling himself away from whoever he'd grabbed onto and glaring at them like everything is their fault.]
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Oikawa Tooru | Haikyuu!!
[As a child Oikawa Tooru love watching movies about aliens. He was a huge sci-fi nerd in general, but it was aliens, particularly the Greys that he loved most. He didn’t care if the movie had the aliens as the heroes or the villains, if he didn’t have volleyball taking first priority, he was going to see any alien movie on it’s opening night.
As a child, and sometimes as teenager, he had imagined being abducted by aliens and taken on a wild adventure to save the galaxy. And always during this daydreams his best friend Iwaizumi Hajime would be by his side.
So far, everything about this abduction was shit. There weren’t any Greys around, and he was without Iwa-chan. Well, wondering around on his own in what, according to his well earned science fiction knowledge, a dimensional rift was better than getting shot at.]
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[He spoke too soon. Now he was running from the aliens.]
You’re a disgrace to aliens everywhere!
[He had no weapons, the closet he’s ever been to a fight was getting beaten up by Iwa-chan after some verbal sparring. Really the only weapons at Oikawa’s disposal was his wits and his mouth. Also his great aim, but he never had a gun, and serving a volleyball at these aliens wouldn’t really do much.]
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[Tooru Oikawa had been trained since childhood to master several classical instruments. His parents, may they rest in peace, had preformed, and he too, will continue their legacy. His favorite instrument was the piano. He had many fond memories growing up, between his parents as they taught him how to play, smiling and laughing.
He was dressed in a well tailored English cut suit; charcoal in color, with a white undershirt and cranberry tie. He was wondering around, making ideal chit chat, sipping some wine, and generally being social. Be careful though, the Grand King is known to have a sugar coated razor sharp tongue]
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Ushiwaka-chan.
[The name slips out, and there’s a seething hatred for the very sound of it. Why though? Unbidden, an image of a boy, more a man, but there’s something youthful about him, comes forward. This is Ushiwaka, and Tooru hates this man with a burning passion. He represents a wall, a barrier that he cannot break through.]
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skyyyy high! | t&b
[ As the scenery becomes less and less like the city he loves and protects, there's one thing Keith wonders above all: why on earth did he go out for a walk without John? Or was it a patrol?
But if he'd been on patrol, he'd surely be in his Hero suit.
Yes. He must be searching for his dog. ]
John!
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[ The sounds of pursuit distract Sky High from his search. Small aircrafts and strange men -- criminals who share a uniform, but that's all he can be sure of upon first glance -- are coming.
He dodges physical blows and conjures a weak gust of wind to banish the pink gas, but using his NEXT power has never taken so much out of him. Not since it first manifested. Keith feels weak; he can barely levitate a few inches off the ground, and rarely enough to dodge the heavy artillery they're shooting at him.
This isn't going to end well. ]
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[ Keith Goodman, notorious for being the polar opposite of his last name, is having the time of his life. With a blindingly white tuxedo (second in sparkle only to his smile), no woman is safe. ]
A whiskey with lemonade! [ He doesn't bother flagging down the bartender; they should know who he is and what he wants already. ] And another whiskey with lemonade!
[ He gives the bartender a token thanks. The words rolling off his tongue like a catchphrase -- see, he's been trying to find a good one, but that definitely isn't it. Keith may offer one shot to whoever's next to him, or he might drink them both in succession, barely flinching as it goes down. ]
►B-your-own-adventure
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i hadn't intended to propose to you this way, but you leave me little choice
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why is matcha so deliciously versatile
Because it's full of yum
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Toriel | Undertale
[A mother's duty is to protect her children as a teacher's duty is to protect her students. And Toriel takes both of those duties extremely seriously.
For her own sanity, Toriel has decided to focus on the first part of that duty right now. She runs through the twisting, terrible haze shouting at the top of her lungs.]
Frisk? Frisk, my child, where are you?!
B1-Hints of B2
[The woman seems to be no stranger to parties, flitting expertly between the noise and the crowds, chatting amiably with just about everyone. And yet, also she seems out of place, avoiding libations and altering substances, cracking the worst puns in the universe and just acting like a huge dork in general.
She's been warned about the puns and the effect they have on her image (it's not good), but she never seems to remember it. They just kind of...slip out.]
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Bill Cipher | Gravity Falls /Late with nightmare flavored Starbucks
Speaking of... He has been sitting in this one spot for too long, hasn't he? Someone might gather he's been watching where he oughtn't be. Quickly attempting some nonchalance, Bill turns on his heel to follow the next unlucky soul walking by; smoothly diving right into conversation as if he has been this whole time.]
“Boy! Some night it's been huh? Quite the crowd they have gathered for this little shindig.”
B2: [Rinse and repeat, rinse and repeat. By the time the night was winding to a close, Bill had inserted himself into a conversation with just about any person he could. It wasn't all about blackmail, sometimes people just needed a little company to tell their woes to, a shoulder to cry on, an eager ear to listen. Sure, it didn't pay much gratuity at the start but in this business it never hurt to have someone owe you a few favors down the line...
Now that the party is winding down, however, he was feeling a tad twitchy. Bill never liked being alone with his thoughts too long, they led to some strange roads. Even now as he glances at the champagne someone just offered him, he almost succumbs to the urge to just dump the damn thing on his face as opposed to drink it; or screech to the whole room about a crackpot conspiracy no one had asked for. He almost could swear he hears a backwards whisper muttering something...
Clearly he's been sober too long! Time for a drink to dull senses.]
B3: [Demons didn't feel Happiness. They didn't express things like hope, love or joy. Those were human concepts; weirdly structured forms of thought that were as much mental as they were a part of that species' flawed biology. As a dream demon, Bill would never have experienced them, but that didn't mean he couldn't relate to the surge of emotive memories in his own weird way. Hope he has never felt, no, but elation? Sure. Euphoria? He could get behind that.
The chaos entity felt a brief remembrance of his elation over the possibilities of a new opportunity, the euphoria of being able to relax when a plan all comes though, the triumph of a world brought low before him.
He couldn't even call them memories; the never came from the same vantage point, he isn't sure he even saw color, the only consistent feature is a high pitched echoing sound of mirth. The laughter, it's haunting, it's endless, it's contagious!
Before Bill even realizes it, suddenly he's laughing too, laughing like a sappy idiot against a vacant booth. He should stop, save some face. He can't for the life of him even remember why he started, but it's the first time he's felt comfortable in his own skin since arriving at this darn party.]
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forgive the lack of icons (just a heads up he still has two eyes atm!)
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Bolin | Avatar: The Legend of Korra
[ He feels like he's been wandering for ages, no way of telling just how long it's been since he somehow ended up in this weird place. The air ship is nowhere in sight and neither is anyone else in team avatar. And worst of all, he's lost Pabu. ]
Pabu? Buddy? [ He looks around again, cupping his hands around his mouth as he calls out a few more names. ] Mako? Korra? Where are you guys?
Where the heck am I?
[ Is that...? Oh, it is! Another person! Bolin waves his arms at the other figure who's joined him in the weird rainbow wasteland. ]
Oh, hey! Do you know how to get back to the Earth Kingdom? I got pretty turned around there and now I'm lost. Plus I lost my friends.
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[ When the kidnappers come, Bolin reacts on instinct. Being part of Team Avatar has gotten him used to that sort of thing. His technique is to throw chunks of ground at the kidnappers and then run like heck. The most unsettling thing is that his earth bending is starting to get kind of... wonky and not work some of the time.
At some point he spots another in the same situation, hurrying to back them up with some well timed earth bending. ]
Are you alright? We need to get outta here before more of those creeps show up!
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[ If there's one thing Bolin is good it's schmoozing with the fancy looking folks. Or at least he'd like to think he's good at it. He's wearing a slick new suit and his best smile. He fought long and hard to get here and he's not going back to being some nobody so easily.
For the moment he's wandering the room, just getting a feeling for who's who, carrying a champagne flute. He turns enough to check out some gorgeous thing across the room and- crashes right into someone, spilling his drink down the front of his suit. ]
Are you kidding me? This suit is brand new!
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[ The feeling of something being wrong has been lingering for a while now. More than once he's looking over his shoulder expecting to see someone he can't remember. He drifts off from the crowd a bit to look out the window and this time when he turns there's a name on his lips. ]
Mako you've got to-
[ And then the thought is gone, just a quick flash of someone who felt painfully familiar. A tall guy with a red scarf. Someone he didn't know but at the same time he did. ]
...Maybe I should lay off the bubbles.
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