test drive meme #2

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TEST DRIVE MEME #2

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[Vishvendra Rai]

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?

Drag You To The Bottom of the Lake

CW: POSSIBLE DROWNING, TENTACLES

Usually, one has to use their fob to buzz into the amenities on the first floor, but today you might notice that the doors are propped open and peppy pop music seems to be playing from down one of the hallways. Echoey and a little strange at first, at a distance, the music seems to beckon to you and you find yourself following the sound of it.

The closer you get, the more clear the music will be, less creepy and echoey, until it's nothing but bubblegum pop that might play on the radio in any world you might have come from. The lyrics are unfamiliar but they're easy to learn if you wanted to sing along! The happy, peppy energy is very familiar and the more you listen, the more you find yourself wanting to sing or hum along.

Eventually, the source of the music proves to be the swimming pool, the doors of which are propped open just like the doors leading up to it. Inside it is lit moderately brightly, the high ceiling sloped from about the center of the room with a glass roof that shows that it's raining outside. Inside, however, it's warm and smells slightly of chlorine and...candy? Upon further inspection, it appears there's a candy and ice cream bar set up at one side of the pool, where a little bit of room has been cleared, the lounge chairs pressed against the walls of the pool. The music appears to be coming from an old school boombox that's propped on one of the chairs and blasting at the highest volume possible, plugged into an outlet on the wall behind it. The doors to the change rooms are propped open invitingly, and the temperature is just warm and muggy enough that the pool? That looks like a great idea. Cool. Inviting. A drop of sweat winds its way down your forehead as you look at it.

The ice cream and candy bar is welcoming, with various flavours available from vanilla to chocolate to peanut butter swirl to...blood? That label must mean blood orange, right? Either way, there's plenty of ice cream to go around, and once you've scooped your portion into your bowl, you can top it with a wide variety of candies - gummy candy that turns deliciously hard and chewy with the cold ice cream, mini peanut butter cups, peppermint swirls, and a wide variety of other types. To top it all off, help yourself to caramel, chocolate, or strawberry syrup. Feel free to dance to the happy pop music in the cleared area while you eat and socialize with your fellow partygoers!

Once you're done with the ice cream, feel free to go into the change room of your choice (male, female, and non-gendered) and find a line of swimsuits and towels neatly folded in matching sets along the benches. Get changed, take a quick shower to rinse off, and go jump into the pool!

The pool itself is quite benign at the shallow end and through the middle, and as usual with pools, as you swim deeper the depth markers printed on the side of the pool go up and up. 5 feet. 7 feet. 9 feet. The final markers simply say "???" though, as you get to the last few feet of the pool, and if you are to look down you'll find that instead of the distant blue of the tile under chlorinated water, there's nothing but black. There's no way to see the bottom, and if you drop something lighted it'll simply sink until it's no longer visible in the dark. The more you look at it, the more it calls to you, as you stare into the abyss and it stares back.

Just when you find yourself tempted to swim down and see how far you can get before you can't hold your breath any longer, something emerges from the dark, a deep grey-purple tentacle with suckers on the inside. It wraps around your ankle, and you can feel the panic set in as it starts to drag you under...

Can you fight free of it? Will someone come to your rescue? Will anyone even notice?

Hope You Didn't See Me Unhinging My Jaw

CW: EMETOPHOBIA, ROT, MAGGOT-LIKE CREATURE

The stairwell and elevator in Penumbra Place have never been what anyone would call 'reliable' by any means. However, it seems that over the next few days after the pool party, they're fixated on the 8th floor. The elevator constantly stops at the 8th floor, doors opening as if to admit or expel an invisible party, lingering at the floor much longer than is necessary or normal. People using the stairwells will find that the numbers painted on the wall of the stairwell to indicate where the doors go are all '8' no matter how many floors up or down they go. There's obviously something on that floor that...requires your attention.

Should anyone be brave enough to actually venture into the 8th floor, they'll find it looks like a normal floor in the apartment building, albeit slightly...squishy. The floor squelches under shoes, covered in an inches-deep mysterious greenish-yellow liquid, the walls dip slightly under the touch of fingers, even the doors are slightly squishy when the knobs are grasped to open or close them. Surfaces are shiny and slightly slimy, glistening in light that's a little bit lower than the lights on other floors. There's a scent in the air like rotting food, spoiled milk, prickling at the back of your nostrils. Every touch stings a little, too, unless some kind of protection is being worn, like acid biting at the skin and eating through it. It eats through clothing too, with drips falling from the ceiling and landing on heads and faces and shoulders, dissolving fabric and hair and the skin underneath.

As you explore the floor, you'll come across apartment 808, where the door is slightly ajar. Moving inside, the scent of rot and digestion that permeates the entire floor gets stronger and stronger, like curdled milk and bile and vomit. The amount of liquid on the floor gets deeper and deeper until it's stinging and biting at your ankles and calves, the sharp but slow throbbing pain of being digested.

And then you see it, the giant thing attached to the apartment's living room wall. About 10 feet long, the thing is like a giant maggot, squirming and pulsing above a couch soaked with that burning acidic bile, seemingly feeding on the wall and the fluid. And anything that happens by, it seems, as the creature shifts and makes a high-pitched noise, reaching out some kind of appendage toward you. In some instinctive way, you recognize this creature as a parasite, and disgust builds up like bile in your own throat at the sight of it, a primitive emotion bordering on fear.

There's no choice but to kill it, is there? Except it doesn't die so easily, requiring ridiculous amounts of damage taken before it will die. Are you going to risk killing it and damaging the building in which you all live?

The World Is Burning

CW: FIRE, POSSIBILITY OF BEING BURNED

The smell of smoke greets you as you awaken, and as you go about your day, the scent doesn't go away. It's faintest on the main floor and the 11th floor, but gets stronger the closer to the center of the building you get. If you happen to be in the stairwell, it's easy to see that the smoke is billowing out from under the door of the 4th floor.

Anyone who investigates the floor will find it on fire, the flames licking at the skeletal remains of the walls, already burned out. And they will hear screams and cries of terror from inside the floor, as if there were people in those apartments! There are 25 apartments on the floor and people in almost all of them that need rescuing! Does it matter that this floor was uninhabitable just yesterday? No! You can hear them, screaming and crying and panicking. Someone is crying that their baby is stuck somewhere, someone is screaming that they're burning.

While some characters may be heroes who'd help no matter what, the others can be compelled by the fact that the only standing and habitable building anywhere nearby is on fire. It's worth the time to help out, in whatever way possible.

Anyone who tries to fight the fire will find that nothing they do will extinguish the flames, no amount of water or ice or anything else will staunch the flames that are burning the skeletal apartment walls. There's hardly anything left to burn, and yet it keeps going, flames licking at the exposed wood seemingly without really doing any further damage. But if a person tries to touch it? Well, that's another story altogether, because the flames definitely harm flesh.

The only way to stop the blaze before it consumes the whole apartment is to rescue the people on the floor. People that no one here has met before, people who seemingly didn't exist before the flames started. Could they be related to the phantoms you can usually see on this floor? Maybe. But either way, once all the people are cleared out of the floor, the fire magically dies down and slowly goes out.

We Go Boo

CW: GHOSTS, DARKNESS

The shadowy figure is old news by this point, and easy enough to avoid. It's simple, if you see it, simply run to the other end of the hall and leave the floor, or duck into one of the apartments. Easy enough, if still pretty scary.

Things start to change in the month of January, though, with new figures appearing. They are shrouded in darkness, enough that making out details of what they look like is difficult. Sometimes they come alone, sometimes in groups of two or three. They're distinguishable enough from each other by height and posture to tell that there are 6 of them, all different save for two that are identical, only obviously two because they often appear together.

While these six figures are much like the original shadowy figure, and don't do much of their own or take initiative to attack anyone, and are impervious to any attacks on them, they are intimidating, and their appearances are more frequent than the shadowy figure's appearances had been. Every night, on multiple floors, and sometimes even in the daytime, most often around sunset and sunrise, these figures appear and sweep down hallways, rattle the knobs of the apartments, and generally make themselves known.

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Accessibility: teacodes

Comments

Questions.

[shadowyfigure]

Any mod questions can go here!

[todoroki_shoto]

Do the people rescued from the fire still exist when taken off that floor?

[shadowyfigure]

Sorry for the delay in answering! The people, once rescued into the stairwell, will slowly fade away into phantoms and make their way back into the burning floor, but with no more screams for help.

[messenger]

If one were to try to block off the pool room somehow, either by shutting and barring the doors or piling up furniture in front of the doorway, would it be possible or would they encounter some supernatural resistance?

[shadowyfigure]

They could absolutely shut and bar the doors to the pool, no problem. However, the moment they stopped looking at the doors even for a second, even to blink, they would somehow be propped open again somehow.

Nayuta | Chainsaw Man (Arc 2)

[little_pest]

DRAG YOU (OTA)

This is unquestionably the best day since Nayuta arrived at Penumbra Place roughly a month prior. The pop music is fine, but the pool is exciting, the ice cream is even more exciting (hell yeah, blood flavor!!), and it's great to be able to try on some cute new outfits. Who cares that this sunny pool doesn't fit with the surroundings at all--the surroundings are lame and anyone who doesn't take advantage of this pool will probably regret it!

Nayuta isn't an especially strong swimmer, but the depths have a way of drawing her into the deeper end despite her knowing better. Ideally someone catches her attention before she enters dangerous waters, but if not... she'll need a rescue. (And she might reflexively use her mind-control powers to force someone to rescue her.)

UNHINGING MY JAW (OTA)

Nayuta has some interest in going to floor 8, but it isn't out of curiosity. She has a supernatural connection to pests and parasites, and probably understands what's feeding on the building sooner than anyone else.

No, she wants to assert dominance over a creature that rightfully belongs to her, and if that isn't possible, she wants it dead so it doesn't dissolve the lower floors and cause the whole building to collapse. She needs a meatshield friend to help her reach the thing and try to control it, because she's not immune to digestion. Preferably a friend that can dish out the damage required to kill it if things don't work out the way Nayuta wants them to.

THE WORLD IS BURNING (OTA)

Nayuta's scared of the fire. In fact, the smell alone brings up a traumatic memory. She might need someone to talk to, especially if they want her help trying to put the fire out.

WE GO BOO (OTA)

Okay, Nayuta's not scared of the shadowy figures, per se, but, like... she can't sleep, okay? Can she stay in your room for a night? It's really the least you could do. It's not like your place is a mess or anything, right?

WILDCARD (OTA)

You know what to do.

Unhinging my jaw...

[todoroki_shoto]

Shoto's only on floor 8 because he can't get to floor 7, which is where his room is. He can't get anywhere else, either, regardless of how many flights of stairs he takes up or down. So the building, or whoever's behind all this, wants him on the 8th floor.

Well, not much choice but to oblige it. Or them.

Stepping out of the stairwell, the first thing he notices is that the floor is weirdly...squishy. And moist. And smells awful. "Eugh."

The second thing he notices is the kid.

"Nayuta." Despite whatever's wrong with the hallway, he steps toward her. He realizes after a few seconds that it's more than just gross - it's acidic. He has plenty of experience with Ashido's Quirk to tell him just how dangerous that can get, and sure enough it looks like it's slowly dissolving the soles of their shoes. A problem that needs solving.

So he makes a sweeping motion with his right hand, and a thick layer of ice forms to cover the floor, one wall, and the dripping ceiling in one continuous sheet. Then he jogs the rest of the way to Nayuta.

"This won't last long, the acid's already eating through the ice. Come on, we should find a way to get you out of here."

[little_pest]

Ugh, trying to do this solo was such a mistake. When Shoto sees Nayuta, she's on tip-toes trying (and failing) to find places to stand that won't dissolve her shoes. She's a little surprised and relieved to hear someone call her name, and she's really surprised and relieved by the protective sheet of ice Shoto summons.

"Huh," she says, taking a moment to appreciate the sparkly ice before the sizzle of dissolving rubber reminds her why the ice is there. She steps carefully onto the ice, holding a hand out for Shoto to help stabilize her if it's too slippery (which it is).

"Wait," she says, "there's a creature here. In one of the apartments. I think it's eating... well, everything I guess." She sweeps her hand outward to indicate the acid-soaked hallway. "It's gonna mess everything up if we just leave it alone."

How she knows this, and what she intended to do about it if Shoto didn't show up, are details she doesn't see a need to volunteer. Hiding her nature is a well-honed habit, and the one person close to her who know what she was didn't ask too many inconvenient questions.

castiel ✞ supernatural

[messenger]

HI, IT'S ME

[ castiel clutches the note with sweaty hands and reads the list of rules until they're etched into memory.

it would be foolish to refuse to heed such warnings. he's no stranger to hauntings. he's done his fair share of "haunting", himself.

he won't be. not anymore.

he's cold and his back aches. there's a bug bite on the inside of his ankle, just above the hem of his sock. he's hungry. worst of all, he's tired — as though he hasn't slept at all. he rubs his hand over his eyes and when he takes them away, stars are still dancing in front of them. he can feel nothing else. the world is empty.

after investigating the fridge, he wanders out into hall. ]

BOTTOM OF THE LAKE

[ castiel feels unusually exposed, standing at the edge of the deep end of the pool in a pair of swim trunks. there's a healed over scar of some kind of sigil knotting the skin of his chest. the pop music beats a catchy rhythm through the vaulted room, a sound he finds he enjoys. the ice cream was good, too — he was hungry even after raiding the fridge in his apartment.

unfortunately, as much as the water may beckon — castiel can't swim.

still, it beckons.

he spends a long time staring into the dark. ]

UNHINGING MY JAW

[ he has no similar excuse for the eighth floor.

the elevator spits him out only once before he gets the memo. the smell alone should be enough to repel him, but it's what draws him in, step by step. there's so very clearly something wrong, and he's used to being the one to fix it.

or, at least, to help.

he doesn't know why he's here, in this building, in this place. if it's some sort of punishment for failing. if it's a glimpse at his far off future.

it doesn't really matter, in the face of the fear he feels when he sees the creature. pupils contracting, a long buried instinct bubbles up from the human meat he's wearing. his stomach churns. the pain of the stinging acidic bile biting his skin increases his fear, and his heart races, adrenaline pumping through his vessel.

it has to die, he thinks.

and then he realizes he has no weapon to fight with. he tries to tear a chair leg off a half-dissolved chair to beat it with, but he isn't strong enough, like this, to yank it apart. ]

Shit.

ON THE NET

username: castiel
wha t is the last thing you remember before waking up p

[ he hasn't tried turning on the computer in his apartment... don't expect his blackberry typing skills to improve beyond this. ]

( ooc: cas is from late season 5, after losing his powers. 👼 )

[freakymagoo]

[If he thinks Bucky is staring at him like he's sprouted six faces and grown wings, Castiel isn't imagining it. It's not the self-consciousness or the near-nakedness, the scar or even the way he's looking at the water like his body is just going to work itself out. He just. Doesn't look like the bubblegum pop type?]

Nice music choice. [If nothing else, he should be used to the deadpan humour that comes in every hunter's starter kit.

He does know he won't be able to hear Britney Spears caterwauling once he's underwater, right?]

[messenger]

[ the apartment seems sparsely populated, yet it's small enough that it's hard to avoid running into people. especially at this... gathering. the pool. this is some kind of party, he thinks, though he doesn't know what it's for. (he probably shouldn't have eaten the food, but he can't quite regret it. he's not used to the feeling of hunger, and finds it unsettling.)

but the man who speaks to him is more direct than most. he stares almost as much as castiel himself does. ]

Th— thank you?

[ it's catchy. not that he would, himself, use the word "catchy" to describe it. he likes it, simple as that, and he feels no self-consciousness about his choice, or the way he jerks awkwardly back and forth with the beat. ]

On the Net | UN: shoto

[todoroki_shoto]

Going to sleep. Why?

[messenger]

id like to know if there are any similarities or disparities in how weve srrived here

and if ther are any natives around

[ instict tells him that if there are, they're the spirits.

but who knows? ]

unhinging my jaw

[birdleaf]

[It's well ingrained into Hawks to play hero - it's what he is, what he's been training to do since he was just a little kid. There's no real reason for that to change, now that he's in this place, so despite being dressed in civilian clothes he's messily torn up to accommodate his wings, when he's spat out on the 8th floor and something seems wrong, he goes to investigate instead of retreating from the stink and the visuals that make his stomach churn a little.

Thankfully, it's been enough days since he arrived and used them that the bright red feathers on his wings are regenerated and full. He plucks one of his pinfeathers and moves into the hallway of the 8th floor, holding the feather in front of him as a weapon, and pushes open the doors to apartments as he gets to them, calling out into everyone to see if there are people inside.

When he gets to 808, it's no different. He lifts a gloved hand and opens the door, mouth pursed, and calls inside.]

Hello?

[messenger]

[ there's a particular feeling that comes over him upon seeing those wings.

he's never seen anything quite like these, incredibly real and incredibly physical. but they're wings none-the-less, and the sight makes castiel's stomach drop even as he continues to try to rummage himself a weapon out of whatever he can find in this stinking, rotting apartment. his gaze flashes back to the parasite, eyes wild, nostrils flaring, jaw clenched so hard the tendon in his neck twitches.

there's no question of whether or not he needs help.

the question is whether or not he can bring himself to ask for it.

his shoes — a white collar worker's dress shoes — slip in the bile that's now up to his ankles. he falls hard on his ass before climbing back upright by grabbing the table whose leg he's been tugging on all this time, only for the table leg to finally break.

lovely.

he stumbles again, fighting to regain his balance.

well, at least now he has a weapon. ]

Who are you?

BOTTOM OF THE LAKE

[little_pest]

Nayuta is having the best time. She's got ice cream, she's got a fun swimsuit, and there's catchy music playing. A month or two ago there was an altogether more insidious song, but this one's just fun, so no harm in singing along! She's not bad for a 10-year-old girl, which is certainly what she appears to be.

She'll swim in a bit--for now it's sufficient to enjoy the warm "weather" while sitting on the edge of the pool, and kick her bare feet in the water. And of course, she pauses her singing to lick the melting ice cream on a regular basis.

Huh, there's an old guy standing across from her at the edge of the pool. When they make eye contact, Nayuta waves. It's not really an invitation, just an acknowledgement--he doesn't seem like a creep, after all. Instead of staring at her, he's been staring into the depths, and Nayuta can't really blame him. How deep is the pool, really...?

[messenger]

[ castiel thinks, when he catches sight of the girl, that this is a terrible place for a child.

but then, these days, where isn't?

the hand movement probably isn't an invitation. even if it was, he's not sure he would take it. however, the presence of another person is the only thing that's broken his focus since he looked down into the water.

he should probably stop doing that.

he takes a step back. his body almost seems to resist him, and in that moment, he catches sight of the depths again and can't help but look back into them. the human body is a mass of involuntary reflexes. he wonders how they manage.

he doesn't know how he's going to.

his voice raises above the sound of the pool filter. ]

Have you been in the water?

Shoto Todoroki | MHA | current player

[todoroki_shoto]

I. Bottom of the Lake

Shoto isn't much for swimming, dancing, or chatting - but ice cream? Yeah, he can get behind ice cream. Find him standing near the ice cream bar with a cone of vanilla topped with a few sprinkles, using his Quirk to keep himself cool despite the room's heat and doing some idle people-watching.

If he spots anyone who looks like they need help toward the deep end of the pool, whether they're splashing around and shouting or just sinking under the surface without coming back up, he'll run over there to do whatever he can. His poor ice cream will probably end up on the floor.


II. Unhinging My Jaw

If the building wants him on the 8th floor that badly, well, he supposes there's really no choice but to step out of the stairwell onto the moist, squishy floor. It doesn't take long to realize that the surfaces are all covered in a layer of acid, so he's holding out his right hand and continuously generating a thick layer of ice that covers the floor, one wall, and the dripping ceiling for a few feet both ahead and behind him. The acid eats through the ice faster than it eats through his shoes, but he can't keep regenerating his shoes, so ice it is.

Should he run across anyone else trying to navigate the acid, he'll urge them to join him on the ice to avoid it.

The smell is nigh-unbearable by the time he gets to the slightly open door of apartment 808, so he pulls the collar of his shirt up to cover his nose and mouth. It doesn't help much, but it's something. He nudges the door further open with his foot and heads inside, bringing his ice shield along with him.

"Seems like whatever the reason we're on this floor is, it's in here somewhere," he says to whoever comes inside with him or is already there when he arrives, voice slightly muffled by his makeshift face mask. "Come on, let's make this quick."


III. The World is Burning

"Wait." Shoto puts out a hand to stop whoever else is here from plunging into the fire for just a moment. "Don't forget about the rules. Nobody's supposed to live here. If they talk to you, don't answer."

Of course, that doesn't mean he's about to leave these people to burn, either. It just means he'll do it without talking to them. Not like he does all that much talking normally, anyway, so it shouldn't be too difficult...right?


IV. We Go Boo

The first thing Shoto does once he realizes there are more shadowy figures around is check the list of rules he's hung on the fridge with magnets to see if it's changed. Does it now mention all these new shades, or does it still only warn against the one? It might not matter, but then again, it might.

Avoiding them still isn't too hard, but their presence is unsettling. He starts up a patrol at dusk every day, walking around every floor he can get to and helping out anyone who might need it in trying to get away from the figures. Anyone else who'd like to join him is welcome.

He also sends out a message to the network:

UN: shoto

Everyone - now that there are more of those shadowy figures around, I suggest no one should move around the building alone until we figure out what to do about them. They haven't harmed anyone yet, but that could easily change. If you're on your own and you need to leave your apartment or return from outside, you can contact me and I'll go with you.


V. Wildcard

[I'm up for pretty much anything, just throw a starter at me if none of these prompts catch your eye!]

Re: Shoto Todoroki | MHA | current player

[brains_beef_and_brows]

The main ideal of being a Hero is to ensure the safety of those that are less fortunate then yourself, and Tenya Iida most definitely lives his life to that very core. As such, Tenya is easily spotted at the pool dressed in a pair of swim trunks that could easily be mistaken for any American Arcade Floor carpet- clashing neon colors and various shapes that can envoke headaches if his loud voice and safety whistle didn't finish the job for him.

"REMEMBER CITIZENS- IF YOU HAVE INDULGED IN SWEETS IT IS PROPER PROTOCOL TO WAIT THIRTY MINUTES BEFORE SWIMMING. I SUGGEST THAT YOU TAKE THE TIME TO BRUSH YOUR TEETH AND DO SOME STRETCHING! I CAN SHOW YOU SOME STRETCHES IF YOU DO NOT HAVE THE KNOWLEDGE!" Tenya loudly projected, using both of his hands in wide sweeping gestures as he spoke.

[todoroki_shoto]

Now that's a familiar voice.

Shoto turns, and sure enough, that's Iida over there yelling about stretches. He heads over there, bringing his ice cream with him.

"Iida? When did you get here?"

UN: cutetimesamillion

[little_pest]

Can I ride on your shoulders to keep me safe from the shadows? ^_^

[todoroki_shoto]

Why would you need to do that? Have you seen any shadows on the ground?

the world is burning

[birdleaf]

The hand that bumps into his chest belongs to Endeavor's son, and Hawks comes to a stop, looking over at the boy with a slightly crooked smile playing around the corner of his mouth. Decisive, intelligent, and straightforward, just like his father.

"Aye aye." he says, the smile blooming on his face, and he winks, makes a mock salute with his hand, lifting two fingers and tapping them against his forehead. There's a casual humour in it, but Hawks doesn't think much about this situation is very funny. Fire is his biggest weakness, and heading into a floor that's actively on fire doesn't sound that appealing. But he's not one to back down from a challenge.

"Alright. You lay down as much ice as you can to protect us from the fire, and I'll send my feathers in to get as many people as possible. Sound good?"

Noctis Lucis Caelum | Final Fantasy XV | Current Player

[chosenkingoflucis]

∂яαg уσυ тσ тнє вσттσм σƒ тнє ℓαкє

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A pool party? Sure! He's got nothing better to do. Of course he knows there's probably something weird about it. This place is just Like That.

Noctis heads for the men's changing room, emerging a few minutes later dripping a bit, before wading into the pool up to his waist. Noticeable is a large scar across the small of his back if your character is observant.

Later on, he can be found near the ice cream table. After all, there's no way he can pass up ice cream, except the blood flavor, he's good there.

нσρє уσυ ∂ι∂η'т ѕєє мє υηнιηgιηg му נαω

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"This is so gross," Noctis exclaims to the person with him and makes a face.

A drop of acid falls on his shoulder, burning a hole into his shirt. "I stand by what I said. Let's find out what's causing this and get the hell out!"

тнє ωσяℓ∂ ιѕ вυяηιηg

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The screams have Noctis immediately shifting into gear, taking the stairway to the burning floor. He shields himself from the flames, searching the floor for people in need of rescue.

ωιℓ∂¢αя∂

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Have something you'd like to do with Noctis? Plop a starter down or PM me to plot!

the world is burning

[todoroki_shoto]

Not long after Noctis races up the stairs, Shoto hears the screaming from a higher floor and races down them to emerge only a few feet behind the prince. He's seen this guy around before, but never really talked to him.

Shoto doesn't really talk to him now, either - not yet, anyway. First thing's first, that guy doesn't seem to be using a Quirk and doesn't seem to have any actual defenses against the fire. So the first sign of Shoto's presence Noctis gets is the thick ice suddenly encroaching on his position from behind, serving as a barrier between him and the flames. It melts fast, but Shoto is faster, replenishing the ice every few seconds as he jogs to catch up to the dark-haired guy.