penumbra: test drive meme #1

[shadowyfigure]

TEST DRIVE MEME #1

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Hi, It's Me, Back Again

The last thing you remember is either simple or very complicated - you were asleep, or unconscious, or perhaps...you died. Whatever the circumstances, you closed your eyes at home and dreamed of a storm, and when your eyes opened again you were staring at the ceiling of your new home, injured perhaps, but with wounds bound and safe enough. For now.

Upon waking and exploring your new surroundings - a relatively nice, furnished apartment - you will discover a BlackBerry style phone, your apartment key, mail key, and a sensor for "buzzing" into the building, as well as a list of rules to live by in your new home:

1. don't use the elevator between 1:11 and 3:33 am.

2. you will receive mail from 'the building manager' shoved under your door. read it once and then burn it immediately.

3. if someone claiming to live on the fourth floor tries to speak to you, ignore them.

4. never enter the basement, or any area of the building below ground level

5. if you see a shadowy figure in the hallway, run.

The apartment you now find yourself in looks well-kept, the fridge is full, the lights are on, and the whole place looks as if whoever lived in this apartment before you simply packed up and left, minutes ago.

If you leave that apartment, you'll find yourself faced with a dim hallway that leads to a small lobby with an elevator door. You're going to have to explore this new place sometime! Why not now?

I Wear The King of the Wastelands Crown

Eventually, everyone will make their way to the lobby, the heart of the building, with its empty concierge desk and mail room. Like most of the other common areas of the building, the Lobby is a little dimly lit in a way that could be cozy or creepy depending on your perspective, with patterned carpet that hides nasty scuffs, and sturdy paint and drywall that's not likely to get broken too easily. All of it hardy and meant for a space that's open to the public.

One other major feature of the lobby of Penumbra Place is a large corkboard stationed on the wall behind the concierge desk. And on this corkboard is a large map of the city, burnt around the edges, torn and replaced with transparent tape in places, and scribbled on with large swatches of colour here and there. There are some pertinent places marked with these colours - the Dry Waste, Wet Waste, and the Chasm, as well as where Penumbra itself is located. See a picture of the markings here.

Underneath the concierge's desk can be found a small stockpile of supplies that looks strangely out of place in the dim lobby. The majority of the items look like they were salvaged or scavenged from the Dry Wastes outside, dirty and rusty and generally like a tetanus hazard from hell. The items cover a broad spectrum - shovels and pickaxes, makeshift weapons including a bat with nails driven into it, a large plastic waterskin half-full of stagnant water, first aid kits from the pharmacy that have seen better days. There are also a rather large stack of something that can't be found elsewhere in the apartment building - MREs, or meals ready to eat. These rations are light and shelf-stable for years, each providing a full day's food for an average human, and excellent for packing to eat on camping trips or expeditions.

How will you divide these spoils? Eat the MREs, or save them for an exploration mission? And what about that map?

Most importantly - just who left these items out for you to find?

I'm Drunk With My Friends

There's a treat waiting for anyone who happens to venture outside and explore the businesses that are installed in the main floor of the building - Skidooch's Pub has a welcome banner above the open doors!

Echoing off the nearby buildings, all of which are collapsed and in ruin, is the sound of cheerful music, beckoning you into the dim, somewhat timeless interior of Skidooch's. The sound of the music contrasts sharply with the grey rubble and dead silence of the rest of the world, leaving it sounding a little tinny, and are there whispered voices somewhere in that recording or are you just imagining things? Best not to dwell on it, perhaps. Better to get into the mood for a party, because that's what's going on in Skidooch's!

Anyone who enters the pub will find refreshments set up, a dance floor cleared, and a huge very-spiked punchbowl ready and waiting at the end of the bar. There are delicate crystal plates and cups for the refreshments and punch. The foods are generally...a little old-fashioned. Some of them look quite appetizing, like the huge platter of completely normal deviled eggs; others are a little less so, like the ambrosia jello cake and towering aspic that stands in a place of honour at the center of the spread. Surprisingly though, if you take a closer look and the aspic doesn't put you off your appetite, there are quite a few good foods there, including stuff you might recognize from home. The punch is, as mentioned, heavily spiked, but has a lovely light fruit punch flavour.

Once you're inside Skidooch's, the music seems to lose that weirdly-echoing tinny sound and more just like lyricless jazz music, easy to dance to and also easy to talk through. The chairs and tables are comfortable, and the dance floor is beckoning. The longer you stay inside the pub, the more you forget your troubles, feeling them slowly ease away, ebbing and flowing until they become nothing, and you're suffused with a haze of nostalgic joy, whether you've been drinking or not. Why not sit down a while and get to know your new fellow tenants?

Just don't leave the party too soon, because if you come back, all you'll find beyond those open doors at Skidooch's Pub are discordant, repetitive old music, a spread of familiar food and drink that looks rotten, crawling with maggots and flies, and a complete lack of the people you just left there. The further you creep into the pub, the darker it gets, and you walk much further than you should to reach the full depth of the pub as it was before. Eventually, you'll find yourself in pitch darkness, with only that music playing.

Dare you continue walking?

I Swear I'm Not Crying, The Sun's Just Bright

Anyone who looks out of a window facing the "inside" of the U-shape of the building will see a gorgeous courtyard garden with winding paths to wander, trees and wildflowers, and gardening patches that are ripe for the taking. The only entrance to this area is a gate in the tall wall that protects the garden from the public on the opposite side of the bottom of the U-shape of the building, featuring the security of a small pad for you to use your individual sensor to "buzz" into the gardens. The words "Back Paths" are scribbled onto this gate in red spray paint.

It's understandable that you'd want to explore the gardens, when everything else in this world seems to be, for the moment, dry and in ruins, devoid of any life save the people in Penumbra Place. All that ruin and decay can get wearing on the psyche, if you're not used to it.

Upon entering the back paths, you'll find yourself at the start of that beautiful winding path. The gardens themselves are mostly grass and idyllic wildflowers, dotted with evergreen and deciduous trees, with wide grassy patches perfect for tossing a baseball with little Timmy, and the occasional garden plot. The weather in the back paths is always balmy, like a warm spring day just after the rain, the scent of loam and petrichor perpetually lingering in the air. It's a beautiful walk!

But...shouldn't that walk have been over a while ago? Haven't we walked much further than the visible length of the path as seen from the building? The path seems to go on and on, twisting and winding through the trees and grass, and have you seen that picnic bench before or is it just identical to the last one you saw?

Whether it's for an hour or 6 hours, you wander the back paths looking for the exit, until you finally, finally come to it. That gate, spray-painted in red on this side with the words "No Return." Stepping outside the gate, you find yourself back in the post-apocalyptic backyard of Penumbra Place. Walking around the building, you're captivated by how quiet it is, with no birds or animals making noises, no traffic, no signs of life. No lights in the windows of Penumbra Place. In fact, Penumbra Place has collapsed, with no sign of the building you left behind to come into the back paths.

The only place to go is back into the back paths. Any further exploring reveals only the empty ruin of the place. And once you're back in the gardens...how long will it be until you find the real exit?

Sing To Me Sweetly, Call To Me Now

The dawning of the second day of your new existence in Penumbra Place greets you with a song. A song that's stuck in your head, that is. It's a cheerful tune, melodic, a definite earworm, but one you've never heard before. It repeats over and over again, at first easy enough to ignore, but as the day goes on it gets louder and louder, drowning out the background noise of thoughts in your brain, eventually drowning out the ability for conscious, logical thought. It dominates your brainwaves, repeating over and over again, the music cheerful but the lyrics that you somehow know much more sinister:

The only thing scary is the void in my brain
Everything is burning, I am lonely every day
I'm just a tiny cell and my body is made of clay
The only thing scary is the chasm in my brain

Will you sing along?

As the night falls, the song abruptly comes to a halt, for everyone who can hear it at the same time. And then there are monsters.

In fact, to anyone who sang the song aloud there are suddenly monsters in the building, tall and with charred-black skin, looking as if they'd been burned and wearing crowns of moss, their mouths open wide and leering, full of sharp teeth, the long, crooked fingers tipped with claws that drip blood.

Or at least that's what those who sang see their fellow tenants as. Anyone who sang the song aloud will see their fellow tenants who didn't sing as monsters trying to chase and kill them, while seeing those who did sing as they really are. Team up with your fellow singers to slay the monsters! Or, well, if you didn't sing? Time to run from whoever did!

If your character sang the song aloud, please reply in this comment thread, as whether or not they sang will be very, very important during the game's first event.

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Comments

QUESTIONS.

[shadowyfigure]

Any questions for the mod can go here!

[freakymagoo]

For the first prompt, does the lift work? Is there a button that indicates Basement or -1 or are there stairs that go down there or anything? If there's an accessible underground area what will they find? 👀

[todoroki_shoto]

After coming back to the pub and walking into darkness, would fire actually light the place up or is it a more sinister darkness than that? And what happens if someone does keep walking?

Re: QUESTIONS.

[little_pest]

Hi! I see in the rules there's no flora or fauna outside the building aside from the cats. Does that mean there are no insects?

[likethelight]

Question about the singers! Is any way to snap them out of seeing the non-singers as monsters? Specifically for any characters who have powers that are exorcising, holy, purifying, anti-possession, and the like.

Or if being stabbed with a giant glowing sword that doesn't hurt them would be shocking enough to break the illusion. :Db

[nogravity]

Ochako is organizing the items by the concierge area, will she find any clues over the reason the items were gather over there or by who?

Sing-Along Signups

[shadowyfigure]

Did your character sing the song in the final prompt aloud? If so, please reply here!

Jack Townsend

[stations]

totally sang it and didn't even realize he was singing it.

[nogravity]

She sang the song in her TL prompt which I will have posted soon.

[shootsoff]

Prompto totally sang the song.

Cha Hyun-su.

[hyungteo]

This giant sad dummy definitely sang the song and suffered the Consequences.

Jenaye Hawke | Dragon Age II

[toomuchinfo]

Jenaye sang. Mostly because she was pissed that the song wouldn't stop and figured if she couldn't beat it, she could join it.

Bucky Barnes | MCU/FatWS

[freakymagoo]

Back Again
He'd like to say that this isn't normal. That he hasn't spent the last eighty years of his life waking up somewhere he isn't familiar with glum faces he doesn't recognise and a list of arbitrary rules he needs to follow. Okay, well, it hasn't been normal for the last few years. He thought he managed to get out of all this.

It's of some small comfort, however immeasurable, that there's no one else in the flat, and the countertop hasn't been taken over by a sizeable breakfast spread of two dozen guns and knives and a list of objectives scrawled out on a post-it note. Between androids, aliens or wizards, well there's a chance it could be any of them messing with him. Maybe it's wizards, purely based on the part twisted cruelty, part hubris of this. He's not sure androids or aliens want to get this personal with him.

The rules make very little sense to him, so. After ascertaining that he's alone in the apartment, he takes the key, the old phone (somehow thats stranger than the other anomalies. He has always slipped forward in time, never backwards...) and a kitchen knife that he holds in his metal hand before he slips out quietly into the corridor.

Tempting as it will be to threaten the first unfortunate soul he encounters in the hallway with the knife, he's far more likely to ask "Where are we?", "What year is it?" or "Who are you?" while keeping it and most of his metal arm obscured behind his back.


Just Bright
The MRE packaging pilfered from his earlier scavenging efforts crinkles in his back pocket as he comes to a stop outside the dilapidated ruins of Penumbra Place and crouches down to pick up a prism-shaped broken brick. Looks like that "No Return" sign wasn't kidding.

Bucky straightens up and steps over a pile of rubble, wary about where he's putting his weight. Maybe there's a sinkhole or broken glass or live electricity somewhere, or some kind of trap that will spring if he steps on or lifts up the wrong thing. Either way he's careful to only step on ground that he can see. He walks the perimeter of what used to be Penumbra Place, wordlessly whistling out to the scrawny cat that had been following him around the apartment when it was still standing mere hours ago.

But nothing calls back to him. Only an increasing level of uncertainty and apprehension of his perception of reality. Only that sinking feeling that he's definitely going insane. Exactly what an unreliable narrator of his own life story needs - more doubt.

He snaps his fingers five times over a dusty and rusty pile of yesterday's concrete jungle in vain. Hoping something survived this, even if it's not the stupid cat that loves rubbing up against him. It wasn't even yesterday that this place was still standing - he's sure of it.

He can't survive here alone with just what's in his back pocket - even if he could build makeshift shelter, he's not sure there's potable water - but he's reluctant to turn back in case the garden has turned to wilted brown sludge or isn't even there anymore. What's he going to do then?

"Well... shit."


Wildcard
(Pick another prompt/choose your own adventure!)

back again;

[stations]

Jack would also like to say this isn't normal, but frankly? At this point in his life, he's sort of come to accept that he's never really understood what normal is, and he probably wouldn't recognize it if he saw it. This is closer his version of normal, although... yes, admittedly, it's jarring even by his own loosey goosey standards to wake up in an unfamiliar apartment — or to wake up at all. He has a sleep thing, it's a long story.

In any case, their processes are surprisingly similar: search the place, wonder if it's aliens, gods, or cultists (his big three), pocket the phone and the key, and grab the biggest kitchen knife he could find. From there, he strides determinedly out of the apartment into the hallway and then around a corner-- only to come face to face with the most swole man he's seen since Benjamin the Monster Hunter, and it's luck more so than skill that has him jerking backward before he can accidentally poke his own eye out on his own knife.

"Ah!" He says — unfortunately 'says' is, stupidly, the correct word. He doesn't yell it, it isn't a yelp or a scream, it's a very mild, very apathetic sounding tone that does not at all match the actual sentiments of the message.

The young man in front of Bucky isn't much to write home about. Skinny, late twenties to early thirties, green eyes, dark hair. A hoodie and ripped jeans that puts him probably roughly from the same time period Bucky just came from. A few things are probably noteworthy: the dark, sleepless circles under his eyes. The way his left hand is missing an entire finger, with the pinky just gone. A glint of metal from behind the tears in the denim that reveal a prosthetic metal leg from his right knee down.

He's a scruffy mess, obviously confused, exceptionally wary, and as his heart rate spikes upon meeting a buff stranger in a creepy hallway, he can only think to vaguely gesture at Bucky with his borrowed blade and repeated, "Ah?"

But this time in like... a more questioning tone.

Damn it, he's supposed to be good at this shit now. Quickly, he amends, "I mean- who?"

Which is not much better, and so he quickly-quickly amends-amends again, "I mean- hey, what the fuck?"

Just Bright (Endgame spoilers)

[assicle]

Steve's been travelling for a couple weeks. Trying to go back to Peggy didn't work. He landed in 1920s London, then 1980s Hobart, then somewhere in the 1800s in Switzerland, then a few other places. Had to stay in a couple of them overnight, change clothes a couple times. He's in jeans and a button-down shirt over a white tank at the moment. While he's well known to be stubborn (a stubborn pain in the butt, as certain people would finish that), he's not... not actually completely stupid.

He's realized, finally, that although he doesn't give a damn if the universe is trying to stop him, but it's still a bad idea.

Peggy has her own life, and they're not some fairytale couple. She'd probably be delighted to see him, and he'll always love her - but she's managing. She doesn't need him.

The people in his own time, though - and that's the 21st century - they do.

Bruce. Wanda. Sam. Pepper. Morgan. That little guy from Queens. They can manage without him too, but they've all just lost people who matter to them, and Steve's running away? And from Bucky, Mr End of the Line?

They might not need him, but he still has an obligation to them. And he... he needs them. He's grieving as well. So much that he acted with even more stupidity than usual.

So he taps the time travel device again, and finds himself in a beautiful garden. He's tired, but can't rest just yet. Need to figure out where and when this might be.

It's deserted, isn't it. He wanders, warily aware of everything around him on autopilot. What he most wants to do is just lie down under a tree and sleep for a while.

Then Steve turns a corner, and catches sight of a person. Good. Fifty feet or so away from him. He jogs up as the guy snaps his fingers at a pile of concrete like he's doing a magic trick - then the guy speaks, and Steve nearly falls on his behind.

"That's a little rude," he says. He's attempting to tease, but his voice comes out mostly choked up.

jack townsend √ tales from the gas station

[stations]

Sʟᴇᴇᴘ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴠɪsɪᴛ, sᴏ I ᴄʜᴏᴋᴇ ᴏɴ sᴜɴ
Aɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏs ʙʟᴜʀ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴏɴᴇ
Wᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʜᴏᴍᴇ

the king of the wasteland's crown;

( Jack is among the first to make it down to the lobby, though his presence is unobtrusive and easy to miss. He's a slender guy, quiet and self-contained, and the most remarkable details about him are ones you'd have to actually be paying attention to see. The missing finger, the prosthetic leg, they're a little bit more concealed than his sleepless, tired eyes or the knife he's got gripped defensively in one hand.

-a knife he's all too quick to discard once he lays eyes on that baseball bat. He's happy to forgo the food rations, the other weapons, the more practical supplies, all of it in favor of getting his hands on the Louisville Slugger calling his name. He only feels marginally safer once he's got it, but that's still the safest he's felt since he woke up. It doesn't seem like he intends to threaten anyone with it, he's more than content to just walk around with it hanging absently from his hand from this point on, kind of like a security blanket. Or a teddy bear.

Also, to be honest... he's had enough of MREs for one lifetime, and his fridge upstairs has more than enough food to last him for a nice, long time. His priorities right now are figuring out where he is, and searching for his friends. If someone looks relatively receptive, or at least not unfriendly, he might cautiously approach them. )

Hey- sorry, I'm- I'm looking for someone. Have you seen a guy about this tall, big golden retriever energy, long blonde hair? He might be calling himself Jerry, or Leeroy, or- Jeremiah Cumberbatch? Or, um- a girl, Rosa, she's about this tall, with pink tips in her hair? Maybe she got rid of those, actually? Shit, I should probably know that... Does that make me a bad friend?

drunk with my friends;

( He does, in fact, make the unfortunate mistake of walking out of the pub and back in again — and as soon as he does, he grows a new appreciation for his relative lack of appetite and tendency to go too long between meals. Right away, he can feel nausea gracing the back of his throat, threatening to gag him, threatening to wrench out the nonexistent contents of his stomach.

Almost all of the people are gone. The music is different. The entire vibe is different. For some reason, perhaps unique only to Jack's strange brain and stranger reality, he can still see one person — and it looks like that person is about to take a bite of something.

Hello, stranger. Nice to meet you. Sorry about this first impression, but very abruptly there's a skinny guy holding a baseball bat, lurching forward to open-palmed swat whatever it is you're holding out of your hand, spiking it to the ground like an overly aggressive volleyball player. )

Don't eat that!

wildcard: choose your own adventure;

( Jack can also be found in the following places which I'm happy to wing around whatever your character's doing at the time:

Catch him wandering down the Back Paths, his eyes glazed over and his expression slack, looking very much like he's sleepwalking.

Find him gently humming under his breath; the only thing scary is the void in my brain- the same song on repeat, over and over again.

Jumping to the defense of any other characters who also happened to sing the song, wielding his bat and warning a monster to "Stay back!"

Literally anything else, I'm high-key adaptable and willing to help carry the scene.

Down to match style if you prefer prose. Hit me at paingravy if you need me! )

the wasteland's crown

[ingan]

[ Congregating in the lobby of the building makes sense, but it brings out a surreal feeling that's hard to shake. Almost a year has passed since those long weeks spent surviving on the ground floor of Green Home, waiting for rescue and wondering which one of them would turn next. She remembers each face with aching clarity, recalls every corner of the daycare and convenience store where they'd tried to continue living... She remembers returning to the pile of rubble that used to be her home.

When the unfamiliar guy approaches her, she's in the middle of trying to sketch out a rough copy of the map at the concierge's desk on a pilfered sheet of paper, not caring one bit that she looks like she's just crawled out of the woods or something while everyone else is significantly less mud-covered and wearing clothes that aren't torn from too much wear. She looks up when he speaks, a moment of surprise flickering across her face when she realizes she can understand him despite the likelihood of a random foreigner speaking Korean being exceptionally low, and then she actually pays attention to what he's saying.

With pink tips in her hair. Ji-su's pink tips flicker through her mind, the grief still raw despite the many months since that terrible loss. Shaking her head with a frown, she straightens up a little to respond. ] I haven't seen them. But I haven't seen many people here yet.

[ For some reason, it feels important to give him a speck of hope. His friends might still be out there. Just like he might still be out there. ]

drunk with my friends;

[shootsoff]

[Prompto hasn't left and come back - he never left. Not only is there good food in here, but it's...relaxing. It's almost but not quite normal. And the food's pretty good.

He's just loading up his little crystal plate with some more deviled eggs when a skinny dude with a baseball bat lurches up toward him and slaps the eggs out of his hand. For a moment, Prompto is stunned, then he looks slowly over to where the egg is splattered, stares for a moment, then looks at the guy who just slapped it out of his hand.]

Holy crap! What do you have against eggs?!

[Turning to face the other guy, he puts his hands on his hips and huffs a breath into his own bangs, pursing his lips.]

Man, I was still hungry too...

[Now that look of defiance has turned into sort of a pout.]

Shoto Todoroki | MHA

[todoroki_shoto]

Back Again

The moment Shoto realizes he's waking up in an unfamiliar place, he's fully alert and jumping out of bed. What was the last thing that happened? Right, he'd sat with the others in the common room for a while after Midoriya passed out on the couch, tried to make sure everyone was okay, and then went to sleep. But this is definitely not his dorm.

And wasn't it raining...? Or was that a dream?

He carefully explores the apartment until he's satisfied that he's alone here, which isn't as much of a relief as it sounds. He's got keys and a phone, old-school as it is, which implies this place is supposed to be his. Ther's also a list of bizarre rules that gives him a funny feeling - best to play along with them for now until he knows more, so he pockets the list, too. He checks the phone for any messages but so far, nothing. He's not going to try eating anything in the fridge until he knows what's going on. Maybe the villains have kidnapped him? If so, this is a weird way of doing it.

...also, Toya's no more subtle than their father is. If he were involved, Shoto's sure he would already know.

Next order of business: knocking on every door up and down the hall to see if anyone else is here, whether ally, stranger, or foe, quietly calling, "Hey. Anybody home?"

And if he doesn't get any responses to that, then it's down to the lobby to see if he can find anyone there.


Drunk With My Friends - Before

The tinny music is the only thing that stands out as a place where there might be other people once Shoto leaves the creepy apartment building and takes a look around. Everything else is a ruin, and the contrast is so jarring that he wonders not for the first time whether this might all be a dream.

But even if it is, he hasn't woken up yet, so nothing to do but keep going.

He steps into the pub to find it fully set up for a party, which is just as eerie as everything else has been so far. "Hello?" he calls out as he walks around the space. "Is anybody here?"

He doesn't touch the food or the punch, but eventually he does decide to take a seat at the bar and wait to see if anyone else will show up. It's the most likely place to meet up, after all, and anyone else who comes out of the apartment building like he did will probably come to the pub sooner rather than later.

By the time someone does come in, he's already been sitting here for...he doesn't know how long. Too long, but he doesn't recognize that, just sitting here with his chin resting in his hand and thinking back to days in the cafeteria at UA, and how nice it would be if any of his classmates were here. He looks altogether too comfortable with wasting time here, considering the circumstances...


Drunk With My Friends - After

One way or another, something has jarred Shoto out of what he now recognizes was an unnatural reverie, and now he's on high alert. He leaves the pub to explore the ruins of the city, but he doesn't get too far before he spots someone else heading in to the party. Oh no.

He starts running back in an attempt to stop them, trying to wave them down. "Hey! Wait, don't go in there!" But if they do go in anyway, he's ready to follow them back inside so they don't get stuck the way he did.


Wildcard

[Good with any other prompt or just toss me a starter for whatever, I'm game! Other options could be:
- He'll wait just outside the gate that leads into the Back Paths until someone comes by, ready to either warn them it could be a trap or ask if they can explore together for strength in numbers
- He's not going to be singing aloud, so feel free to come at him if your character did, or run across him while trying to get away from others if your character didn't - he'll protect them!]

back again

[nogravity]

Ochako was already hard at work organizing the tools, kits, and food rations she had found near the concierge area. She had already explored her apartment to the fullest while noticing the slightly burnt map on the corkboard. It was enough for her to realize she may no longer be in Japan. How? She has no idea, but there is no explanation other than that she found her way somewhere else or that someone did it by using their quirk. Whatever the answer was, she couldn't lose hope or concentration on the most important thing right now -- prep work.

She was already treating this situation like a disaster site for the time being until she was able to find more information. Who knows if she may find it among the rubble after organizing the items?

That was her plan until she overheard footsteps heading her way. After pushing most of the items from under there, she quickly hides underneath the concierge table. Who is heading her way? She needs to be careful, just in case it is a villain or the one responsible for taking her away.

Popping her head from the table, she patiently awaited to see who was now with her.

ochako uraraka | mha | ota

[nogravity]

A) Hi, It's Me, Back Again

[She had been resting in her room after everyone in the class had helped convince Deku to return to UA, not just him but the rest of the survivors using the facilities as well. Once everyone had agreed to allow Deku to rest, recover, and pick the pieces up before returning on their mission to protect Japan, that is when Ochako decided to rest her eyes as it was difficult locating him in the first place, she haven't slept a whole lot or at all due to the concern.

Now she had a new concern: the roof above her looks different, not to mention the bedding as well.

She will slowly sit up, observing her new surroundings, quickly realizing she wasn't in her dorm room, but somewhere else. The room didn't look terrible, just not quite her style. It seemed cozy and safe, but...it isn't until she noticed the blackberry device, keys, and the building rules written on a piece of paper. After reading them once, Ochako will look inquisitively in her surroundings before asking out loud.]

Is this....is someone playing a joke?

[Why would anyone play a practical joke at a time like this? And how? How was she taken out of her room without her notice? She didn't know anyone in class 1A that had a illusion quirk, not even Shinso can pull this type of elaborate illusion off. Right?

Exploring her new room for a moment longer, realizing there was food, electricity, and all the essentials she needs, it was now time to explore outside the apartment room only to find a dim and eerie area she didn't recognized. Her attention will quickly turn to the lobby and elevator ahead, beginning to feel a little nervous Ochako will take a step back into the room.]

What is this...? Where am I?

B) I Wear The King of the Wastelands Crown

[Ochako will find the courage to leave the apartment room after she searched every corner, room, and area searching for clues about her wherabouts. Now she was wondering if this some kind of survival test Aizawa-sensei was putting them through, but it didn't make much sense because they haven't had classes ever since the war began. Even though she knew there had to be logical explanation before her current situation, she couldn't help be conscious of the fact of how alone she felt right now. Ochako didn't do great in dark, creepy places on her own. Hell, she wasn't even a big fan of horror in general. This entire situation was beginning to feel like it was coming straight from a horror movie.

Even so, her fear of the unknown was overshadowed by her concern for her classmates and friends, wanting to know if she was the only one in this situation or not, or what even was the current situation outside. Was she still in Japan? Ochako will continue to head to the lobby finding the area to be huge almost as if it was an important area. Kinda how the lobby was an important area to hotels or the first dorm floors were for the UA students because it had the laundry, kitchen, and shared bathrooms.

Upon arriving to the lobby, she will quickly notice a map by a cork-board, eyes opening wide upon discovering she couldn't find landmarks or anything else indicating she was still in Japan, instead there will only be paint almost highlighting the important areas which were few in between.]

Penumbra Place...?

[Was that the name of the building she was in now? Observing the map a little longer, Ochako will realize the area was second largest next to the Wet Lands. What were the wet lands? Or the chasm?

Just as she was thinking about it, she will notice items by the concierge area, it had all types of items from tools, to kits, and even rations. Ochako was getting a strange feeling about these items being so out of place. These are tools you'd find in a construction site? Why was there so many rations?]

I knew it! I should've taken the food off the shelves and fridge from that one room...

[Can she go back to get it? No, maybe it might be best to get everything organized first, before doing anything else just in case she encounters her classmates. It sounded like a well-thought out plan! She didn't want to lose what items she was able to find.]

C) Sing To Me Sweetly, Call To Me Now

[The first day was filled with Ochako organizing the supplies, getting acquainted with the map, and heading straight to wherever her new keys will unlock which was an individual mailbox and apartment room. Once she checked her new area, she will decide to rest again without eating anything other than half of one of the rations she found at the lobby. She didn't have the courage to eat much else afterwards due to feeling so nervous over her current situation. She didn't want to get sick.

The next day begins with a jingle which awakens Ochako out of her stupor. At first, she could barely hear the words other than something faint can be heard. Throughout the day the jingle would grow louder and louder until she was able to notice the lyrics. Over time she will begin to hum the jingle with the intention to keep her mind occupied with something else other than confusion, worry, or fear. Anything to help her feel more at ease was used which included the song she kept on hearing over and over again.

By the time the sun was setting, Ochako was now singing the song without a second thought after learning the lyrics. She had hoped singing it would have helped in getting the volume down or make it stop. It didn't work. That is until night fall arrived where silence was all that can be heard.

The song was gone and it was beginning to grow dark. Which was now making her nervous all over again. Funny how she didn't feel as terrified in making a speech to all those in UA compared to the feelings she felt at the moment especially when a shadow makes its first appearance.]

(ooc: Hello! I will match anyone's preferred style of writing. If you wish to get in contact with me, then you can reach me on discord or PM this journal. Ochako is a 16 year old girl with the ability to make others float by simply touching them. She won't have any weapons on her but she will actively use her quirk on others though.)

Aerith Gainsborough | FFVII Compliation | Original Canon, not remake

[earthlily]

[She wasn't sure where she was, or how she got here but right now staying calm, cool and collected was of importance. She was usually unusually calm in situations like these, it could be a whole lot worse. She for one, could have a horn sticking outside of her head or a literal stick up her behind.

She crossed her arms, feeling slightly off...she couldn't put her finger on it besides feeling like a headache was coming on and her mouth aches for something to drink. She made her through the hallway and found an elevator. She tried pushing buttons but they didn't want to respond, it only took her to the floor it wanted her to arrive at.

She frowned a little.] What good are you if i can't reach the ground floor and see what's up with this place?

[The elevator reached it's desired destination and ended up raking her to a floor with a woman wandering about, looking lost and clueless as she felt. She walked outside off the elevator and called out...] Excuse me. You wouldn't happen to know where we are do you?

Nayuta | Chainsaw Man (Arc 2)

[little_pest]

Hi, I'm Dex, and this is Nayuta. All prompts are open to all (OTA).

HI, IT'S ME

Nayuta awakens in an unfamiliar bed--her bed, she decides after a few minutes--relieved to be... alive? Well, probably not alive. She's probably dead, which means she must be in Hell. Hell won't be much fun, she imagines, but at least she's not where she was, facing a furious mob. At least it's quiet.

She explores the room--her room--with a cool, calculated detachment unusual for a ten-year-old. She memorizes the rules, pays attention to what food is available in the fridge, and messes with her phone's settings for a few minutes. (She chooses the "Evolving Destiny" ringtone because it's obviously the best.) And she sets out to explore the building.

The first person Nayuta encounters is when the elevator door opens. "First floor, please," she says as if this were a normal elevator in a normal building.

I SWEAR I'M NOT CRYING

It's only natural for Nayuta to explore the environs. The back path goes on far, far too long, long enough that she seriously considers stopping for a nap. The area's certainly peaceful enough for it. But she eventually makes her way out... and into the ruins. She's faced with the inevitable collapse and decay of what passes for a new home.

So she does what any kid would do: she starts exploring the collapsed structure, picks up broken masonry, tugs on rusty steel bars, throws rocks at already-broken windows, and generally fucks around. That she might be spotted by another lost soul won't surprise her, but it's really not on her mind until someone calls out to her.

SING TO ME SWEETLY

Nayuta has had songs stuck in her head before, sure--everybody has. But this one... this one feels different. The way it rings in her mind, insistent, growing louder despite her certainty that she's never heard it before... if she were simply human, no doubt she'd have given into it. But Nayuta doesn't relinquish control that easily.

Still, it's a bitch to deal with all damn day. It gets her in a foul mood, enough that she waves off any affection from the cats that are otherwise happy to see her. She's clearly not in the mood to talk, either, and mostly tries to avoid notice... until she hears someone else singing that stupid song.

"Quit it, dumbass!" she commands, pointing at the hapless singer.

Unfortunately for them both, it's just near nightfall.

WILDCARD

Please place the girl in a Situation.

Edit: It's worth noting that Nayuta has the ability to control most humans and to form binding magical contracts. There are some rules to what she can and can't do, but it can be horribly invasive. My opt-out post can be found here.

HI, IT'S ME

[hyungteo]

There's what seems to be a young man standing there when the girl speaks — though it might become apparent very quickly that something's strange about him. There's the torn clothing, the dirt and blood stains, the fact he looks like he might have come from the wastelands themselves, but there's also his eyes, a bright, ethereal blue that flashes with awareness at the stranger.

He says nothing at first, caught off-guard in a rare moment that actually shows in his usually cool, aloof features: eyes widening, expression fixed, intense. The first thing he notices is the unnatural hue of her own gaze, and he stares.

A monster, he thinks. The thing currently piloting this young man's body is one, too.

This monster tenses, turning his entire body towards the child and looking down. Hyun-su still isn't fully healed, and waking up in this place has knocked them both a bit askew — or maybe he's still hazy from being drugged just prior to waking up here — but the monster will still fight if needed. Ordinarily he might default straight into aggression, but something makes him hesitate. (Hyun-su would never hurt a child. Not even if they had Turned.)

The monster's lip curls suddenly as though in disgust, and he gives his head a quick shake, like he's trying to get rid of a thought. When he finally addresses the kid, it's rudely and with a dismissive scoff, that lip still curled down at her.

"I was here first. Go find the stairs."

cha hyun-su | sweet home

[hyungteo]

BACK AGAIN .

[ A pair of eyes opens.

For a moment, they seem almost to reflect the dream of the storm that rages within. There's an odd display of swirling colours — a pitch of inky-black floods the entire sclera, then slips away again into warmer brown. For a moment, there's a flash of ethereal blue.

The young man's eyelids flutter, unsettled. When they finally calm enough to look around the room, the eyes are some indiscernible muddy mixture, wide and confused.

'What are you?' (Is he the recipient of that question, or the one asking it?)

That bright blue hue takes over the eyes now, settling. Their owner gives a soft groan as he sits up, mind hazy with an odd fog. (He? It? The thing that's woken up in this place isn't human, though it lives inside of one. And where is Cha Hyun-su? Here, still here, but sleeping. Still weak and pathetic, still needing to rest.)

The monster makes no noise as he stands, movements slow and a little off-beat. He ignores the items scattered around the room, having no interest in them, and instead heads out into the hallway, creeping stealthily: a very tall and athletic young man, hair a mess of fluffy, tangled waves, stained with dirt and what looks like blood. His clothes are in similar shape, and the right sleeve of his dirty hooded shirt is torn right out, as though something ripped its way through his clothing. He might look like he already came from the wastelands outside.

When he catches movement — another apartment door opening, or someone approaching down the hall — he bristles and quickly turns towards the person, eyes flashing that unnatural bright blue. He isn't afraid, but he is confused. He doesn't like that. ]

Where am I?

KING OF THE WASTELANDS .

[ After traveling outside to see for himself the state this place is in (so similar to the ruins of the world Hyun-su once called home, but not exactly the same) the monster returns to the apartment building, heading back to the lobby. It would be stupid to leave this place right now, with Hyun-su still recovering. ....And there's something else that keeps the monster from trying to leave just yet, something that makes him flinch uncomfortably just as much as he's drawn to it.

Hyun-su's desire to protect glows like a warm light deep in the core of so much darkness. There could be people here who need help. (And where is she? They were with her before, that girl that Hyun-su's so desperate to keep safe, and now she's gone again.) His lip curls in irritation. Hyun-su's asleep and unreachable right now, but the monster's still under his thumb to some degree. At least for now.

So for a while, he lurks around the lobby, people-watching, more restless than he allows himself to appear on the surface. He sticks to the sidelines mostly, unused to interacting with humans directly, and awkward with it if approached — eyes wide and unblinking as his head slowly turns, fixing you with a stare. What are social skills? He's not even two years old.

Eventually he does head over to the big corkboard, bright blue eyes roaming across its contents with barely any interest. Instead, he moves to sit on the concierge's desk, body language confident and assured. If anyone comes near, maybe eyes those supplies or weapons tucked under the desk, the thing that looks like a young man cocks a brow, corner of his lip lifting right up with it. He lets his eyes look you up and down, and then seems to make an assessment of you — judgmental. Derogatory. He scoffs. ]

Do you really think any of this shit's going to help you survive?

[ ....He is very much just trying to be an instigator. He's bored.

Or maybe at some point, you see him staring down at one of the Sphynx cats that's wandered in, bright blue eyes flashing with intense curiosity. What is it? Why does it look like that? Has it been exposed to some kind of chemical... While eating isn't something that the monster's very accustomed to himself, Hyun-su's body needs sustenance eventually, and fresh meat has been almost impossible to find back in the post-apocalyptic world they were in before this post-apocalyptic world. ]

This thing. [ He addresses you abruptly that way, staring down at the cat who blinks innocently up at him. ] It's safe to eat?

[ No, no we are not doing that— ]

SWEAR I'M NOT CRYING .

[ Eventually, the boy's eyes turn dark brown again, and Hyun-su comes back. But he's hazy and strange, this place knocking an already-precarious mental state askew. He's a bit stunned as he wanders out into the gardens, drawn by its beauty and life. Something stings in the center of his chest as he walks, fond and affectionate and aching. He half-expects to see her there in the greenery: the little girl who called him oppa, who clung to his hand and rode on his shoulders when she was small. Maybe he looks for her now, worry and desperation mingled in with his confusion.

Hyun-su walks and walks, a mess in his tattered clothing, the right arm of his shirt torn right out. Something doesn't feel right, a nagging thought tucked at the back of his mind — but so little has felt right for him, for a very long time. He just enjoys being able to breathe again.

At some point, he stops to rest at a picnic table. He's still not fully healed, and he's tired, moving to sit down — you might catch him staring up at the sky, head tilted back with his eyes fixed upwards, a little zoned out. Or with his head down on the table, eyes closed as he dozes quietly. If you've bumped into him before now or happened to witness the blue-eyed version with its attitude problem, the Hyun-su now is very opposite in comparison: mellow and soft, eyes always a little wounded. ]

SING TO ME SWEETLY .

[ The lyrics chill him to the bone, but a piece of Hyun-su reaches out for them with something that almost feels like acceptance. (They chill him because they feel so familiar, so true, and it's still too easy for him to tumble headfirst into that dark, dark place.)

He sings under his breath, softly.

When the tall charred things appear later that night, he isn't surprised — not after coming from another end of the world infested with a variety-pack of monsters — and immediately jumps into action. He'll be rushing to help and protect anyone he comes across without a second thought, or to team up with others.

( ooc — So that I don't write actual essays of possibilities here, I'm treating this as a kind of free-for-all / will see how things play out organically! In general, Hyun-su will most likely go into Monster Mode (complete with a transformation of his right arm into a large bladed wing), but he's still a bit weak after coming in from a harrowing canon point. There's also potential for this to be more controlled or less controlled depending on how it plays out, in which case he might turn on your character and become A Problem™. If you have any prefs or want to discuss, feel free to hit me up! ) ]

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— WILDCARD / ETC .

( i'm very open to indulging in other things like skidooch's pub or exploration shenanigans, so feel free to toss a wildcard my way, or hit me up in a pm to plot something! both hyun-su and his monster side are available for interactions. will match format! )

The King of the Wastelands

[likethelight]

[ The cats are rather freaky, so honestly the fact the other young man over there has been staring rather unblinkingly at it for so long isn't... that strange. Kind of. Allen gave the first one he saw a bit of a weird distrusting look too.

But then, Allen is also a people-watcher. One who's been studying his compatriots as much as anything else, as even if he's been nothing but friendly he's on high alert for anything and anybody that seems suspect. And something just feels... off? about the other's body language. Not that he can place what it is, just that something niggles as being not quite. Something about the eyes. Something... cold? Callous? Which he can sort of excuse the situation making anyone feel restless and guarded. Or maybe he's just bad with people. But there's just an itchy sort of wariness Allen has that it's not that...

Except that statement catches him so offguard anyway. ]

Wh— you don't... [ Sputtering, aghast. ] ...you mean the cat?

[ Sputtering intensifies, and for someone who seemed very quiet, polite, and reserved until now he gestures rather violently in the negative. ]

No!! No it absolutely is not!! [ What's wrong with you?!? ]

Allen Walker | D.Gray-man

[likethelight]

⛧ The King of the Wastelands ★

[ This is absolutely par for the course in Allen Walker's life, and that is not reassuring at all.

After being somewhat surprised to not find himself dead, or at least... he doesn't think he is... and taking stock of what was still on his person (absolutely not recognizing the new, weird rectangular paperweight thing at all and poking at it mistrustingly), he tamps down how utterly rattled he feels and makes his way down to the lobby rather cautiously, listening at the door for the other rooms on his floor on the way and finding them eerily silent.

It's familiar, actually, the foreboding and haunting kind of atmosphere. He's an exorcist, after all. This is so unsettlingly familiar, and that makes it doubly unsettling. The sense that some unnatural force is at play.

Was this... the Truth he was supposed to see?

Itchy, he's not entirely sure if he's relieved or not to see other people milling around when he steps off the lift, though his shoulders drop a notch regardless and he lets out a small breath and steps forward to see what some seem to be crowding to look at -- a corkboard. Penumbra Place...

Studying the board with one eye while cautiously keeping the other on the others around him, taking in their expressions, the way they're holding themselves, the air in the room-- he presses his lips together lightly. Expression gentle, eyes guarded as he tries to press his rising apprehension down. ]

Sorry-- [ He excuses himself to the person standing next to him politely, tone deceptively soft and normal for the nerves he has. There's the slight twitch of a nervous smile when their eyes meet though, like he's trying to be reassuring while not feeling very reassured at all. ]

...but something tells me you weren't expecting to be here either?

⛧ Drunk With My Friends ★

[ Allen Walker never drinks so don't even, the slightest smell of alcohol makes him ill. He's also never usually one to turn down food -- except when he feels like it's being used to toy with him in a sinister fashion which this absolutely feels like. So excuse him if he's turning his nose up a bit at everything and rather flat-eyed about the whole affair. It's insulting. A party in this situation? Really? Who'd be stupid enough to buy that.

Except he also doesn't turn around and leave immediately, which a part of him recognizes maybe he normally would have... and instead he lingers and prods at the rather sad-looking food somewhat moodily with his eyes as the music worms annoyingly into his ear. Maybe... maybe just a bite wouldn't hurt, he can't remember the last time he ate after all...

He reaches out a hand, about to take a deviled egg, when he catches himself with a startled little jolt and reacts instinctively with a smack!! Clapping hands to his cheeks rather hard and shaking his head vigorously. Nope! No! Absolutely not! Something weird is in his head...

Exiting in a bit of a rush, he leans against the wall outside and lets out a heavy breath as he tries to clear the fuzziness from his head. Aaah, this is weird, it's almost like a hypnotic effect... Rogue Innocence could do something like that? But this seems different.

The next person who tries to enter, he quickly snaps out of it and tries to grab their arm to stop them. Eyes bright with an earnest sort of alarm even is he's otherwise composed -- despite the red handprints on his face. ]

Don't go in there-- something's weird.

⛧ Sing To Me Sweetly ★

[ After exploring and trying to find what answers he could the first day and getting hopelessly lost on back paths for far too long, Allen reluctantly returns to the room he woke in and takes stock of what belongings he has, and what's in the room. From the duffel bag he thankfully still woke with he takes out a jar of what seems to be golden sand and sets it next to the bed, quiet with a thoughtful sort of melancholy as it's the only thing he does that seems like settling in. He doesn't sleep much.

Woken by the song that seems to echo inside his head, he jolts up and almost sends the little jar of sand rolling off the bed from where he had been cuddling it like a treasured plushie. Not even at finding a strange melody inside his head, but that it's a different one. He blinks several times at trying to make sense of it, brushing off the lingering grogginess.

Picking through the halls later that day in the vain hope of finding the source of it, or of anything else, he raises a hand in greeting when he spots someone he recognizes from the day before. ]

Do you hear that? [ He approaches, demeanor quiet and friendly as he tries to gloss past his own apprehension. ]

It sounds a bit like a children's rhyme.

⛧ Wildcard/other ★

[ I'm game for anything! Allen will:

• Be getting very lost on the back paths. Very, very lost. Let's bond.


• Probably slapping food out of people's mouths once he realizes what it actually is.


• NOT singing, not unless someone manages to persuade him it's a good idea to and that would not be easy.


• Likely defending his fellow not-singers from being attacked and trying to get through to anyone who sees him/them as a monster lmao. He will try to de-escalate. He really will. He also won't hesitate to knock a bloke unconscious if he has to.


• Has the unique ability to wield an exorcising sword that doesn't hurt humans/entities that aren't unholy, so if anyone wants to all-out fight when the "monsters" appear without risk of their character being actually hurt that bad let's go. :Db

PM SleightsOfHand on Discord, sleightsofhand, or PM here! Allen is an exorcist and dark horror mystery shounen protagonist who is very savvy and well acquainted with supernatural investigation and fighting monsters... but also extremely unlucky and a bit of a space cadet, so pairing up for exploring is always fun. :D ]

⛧ The King of the Wastelands ★

[nogravity]

It's kinda obvious, huh?

[There will be a forced gentle smile appearing on her face upon overhearing the boy's apology and reply. He didn't look like someone she recognized from back home. Then again, there many people in the area she didn't recognize and some she did as her classmates but not all of them are here.]

If you don't mind me asking, where were you expecting to be? I'm from Japan along with some of my classmates.

Noctis Lucis Caelum | Final Fantasy XV

[chosenkingoflucis]

[Hi, it's me, back again]

---

Noctis awakens, not in bed in Altissia, where he last closed his eyes, but in another strange bed.

"The hell?" He mutters, still half-asleep.

After taking a few minutes to wake up and make sure he's not dreaming, he examines the apartment he now finds himself in, and upon finding no trace of the others, decides to go looking.

"Prompto? Iggy? Gladio?" Noctis calls as he traverses the halls, "Very funny joke guys, you can come out now."

[I'm drunk with my friends]

---

Still coming up empty handed in the search for his friends, Noctis makes his way outside, following the music to the pub. At least there's people here. And food! His stomach gurgles its demands so he sighs and starts dishing up a plate.

It's as he's reaching for the punch ladle that he grabs someone's hand instead.

"Oh, sorry. Were you getting some punch?" He mutters, retracting his hand. "Go ahead."

[Sing to me sweetly, call to me now]

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i. The next morning, Noctis awakens with a song stuck in his head. Try as he might, he manages to ignore the impulse to sing along until about halfway through the day before he finds himself humming and then singing along in a quiet tenor. Catching himself every once in awhile and inserting a 'damn song, stuck in my head...'

ii Taking up the search once more, he's wandering the hallways, spotting a monster as it turns the corner.

"A daemon!"

He calls one of the Royal Arms to hand and prepares to attack.

I'm Drunk With My Friends

[shootsoff]

Prompto has been at the pub for...well. A long time. He's not sure how long. But there's something just so nice and soothing about the pub, sitting around the table people watching as folks wander in and out. Humming tonelessly along with the music, he heads up to the refreshment table - weird how it doesn't seem to run low despite the fact he's been snacking idly for probably like an hour.

When he reaches for the handle of the little ladle in the punch, suddenly someone's fingers are closing around his wrist, and he flinches away, blinking.

"Oh man, I'm so sorry!" he starts saying, only to realize the other person is already apologizing and, wow, they must be nice, so he lifts his gaze from the punch to the person's face, only to find himself staring directly into Noct's eyes.

The rush of relief and joy at recognizing his best friend is a little dizzying and without thinking he's pulling the other young man into a hug, dropping his punch cup onto the edge of the table.

"Noct." he says, a little plaintive, still clinging.

Jenaye Hawke | Dragon Age II

[toomuchinfo]

Hi, It's Me, Back Again

Damnit.

Last thing she remembered was sailing to Starkhaven on Isabela's new big boat, hidden in a hammock among the produce, Sebastian laying beside her on the floor, both with tight grips on each other's hands. They'd been through too much, even Sebastian with his vow of chastity knew how necessary it was to hold hands. 'I'm here, I'm with you'

The storm had either battered the ship or battered her dreams, she couldn't figure out which, and she awoke.

But now she wasn't with Sebastian, she was with ridiculously long list of rules and regulations and Hawke had never met a rule she didn't want to break just because she could and wanted to.

So off she went, looking for a flight of stairs she could use to get to the literal bottom of it. Only there wasn't a flight of stairs she could find anywhere. Hawke paced the halls with increasing annoyance until she literally ran into another person making their way Maker knew where for whatever reason.

"Hey! I know we're not supposed to go downstairs but one, where are the stairs and two, I've never heard of an elevator. So what gives? Do you know?"

I Wear The King of the Wastelands Crown

Finally, finally, finally Hawke had made it to the lobby and was taking her time looking around. She didn't have her staff, which was annoying, but she figured she could still cast magic, right?

Right?

So when Hawke discovered the pile of things which might or might not be weapons, she immediately zeroed in on the wooden stick with the nails poking out, all nice and sharp, seizing it at once, swinging it about without really checking to notice if anyone was nearby.

She's a 5'2" terror wildly swinging a nail-filled bat. What could possibly go wrong?

Good luck getting healing if she does hit, she's not one of those mages.


I'm Drunk With My Friends

Hawke was of the opinion that the only thing better than getting drunk was getting drunk with friends.

However, since Varric wasn't here holding court at the Hanged Man, she'd settle for this. The punch was awfully tasty, after all.

When she's deep in her cups, she's going to sidle in close, try to sling her arm around your shoulders, and sloppily say, "Did y'know I was once th'champion of an entire city? All of it. Built a biiiiiiiiig statue of me an'everything. But the stupid statue was holding a sword, I'm a mage! Can't have th'rest of Thedas knowing a mage saved their arses, can they?"

It's not a rhetorical question. Judging by the expression on her face, she fully expects an answer, for good or bad.


Sing To Me Sweetly, Call To Me Now

Jenaye Hawke is not a morning person.

This was a problem on the farm after her father died, someone had to milk the goats and collect the eggs and free the pigs to do their piggy things in their pen and maybe even cook breakfast. It sure wasn't going to be Carver who did it and she felt bad asking Bethany. Mother was still too laid up with grief over dad to be of much help.

With all this in mind, was it any wonder that when she woke up to the song, her immediate response was to scream "Shut the fuck up," and dive under the pillows and comforter, managing another couple of hours of sleep.

But when she did wake...damnit. That stupid song. She tried singing 'Andraste's Pet Mabari' to try and drown it out, but eventually her song turned into that song and off she went, singing away. Very, very badly. Honestly, Hawke couldn't carry a tune in a bucket.

When the song stopped, the silence was deafening. And more than a little eerie.

She had a good sit and think, then decided to see if she had a neighbor she could ask about the stupid Maker-forsaken song she'd spent the better part of a day singing with abandon.

The door opened and a monster greeted her.

So she acted on instinct, immediately trying to cast Despair on the creature which would make a Pride demon say they were overcompensating for something.

Blind panic is a bitch, isn't it?

Tifa Lockhart | FInal Fantasy Original Complilation

[maternalheart]

Sing to me sweetly
She was still confused about where she was, and she hadn't met anyone to dispel the notion of being somewhere other than the planet. She didn't feel like she was at home and she certainly hadn't heard any children's laughter in the last thirty minutes.

She was used to hearing Denzel and Marlene laughing as they got ready for school. At least that's what she suspected would happen last night when she fell asleep. As she traveled down the walkway, she could hear a faint singing, she frowned a little and strained to listen, feeling as though she shouldn't follow it.

However, she had little choice right now and could protect herself if push came to shove. She needed information and the singer might have that for her.] Hello? Who is that singing? I need some help.

[She kept following along to the voice, then the atmosphere grew dark, a thick void settling over the landscape. She could hear a coughing sound, followed by gurgling sound. A light cascaded down from an open window and landed on what looked like a grotesque monster.

There had been monsters where she came from but none at looked like this...she stared at It as it shook rapidly and headed towards her, then the door opened to their right and someone cast a spell over it.

Whatever the spell was had no effect on the monster. It shook again, it's layers of fatty flesh jiggling in the light, it had an open mouth with rows of razor sharp teeth and it's arms elongated toward the woman who had opened the door. It opened it's mouth and started chomping toward her.] Okay, we can't have that!

[She rushed forward and round house kicked the monster in the midsection, sending it stumbling back. It fell on the ground and slithered around suddenly like a snake. She knew realsitically she didn't have time to speak but she asked anyway while tracking the monster.] You okay?