xistentiaooc | Test Drive Meme #7

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Test Drive Meme #7

Hold me tight, it's getting cold.

CRASH LANDING

Exit one dimension, enter the next. It was chaos: pressure against your ears, light bending in an impossible, unimaginable way. The very molecules of your body vibrating against one another. If you have windows, the view outside makes no sense. Even if not, your hands, your face, your feet seem like an uncertain thing. It's the feel of reality itself tearing apart, reshaping, reconnecting, thread by thread.

And suddenly, there's a beach— or ocean, whichever you land in. Smoke. Fire. Salt water churning up, fizzing around, almost at odds with the layer of thick snow over everything.

Maybe you crash, in a ship wrecking into sand. Maybe you merely stumble out of a portal, a ragged wormhole in space. Or maybe you fall off the back of an incredible steed, some creature that carried you into this place. Either way, there's pandemonium around you. Incredibly, severe injuries are far and few between— nobody's screaming about the dead. But you might have to help pull someone free of wreckage, or move quickly to salvage burning belongings from the landing craft. Maybe it's the crafts themselves, that you're trying to salvage.

Likely, you don't know them, these other strangers who arrived here^[1]. Maybe you don't trust them— you just came out of a dying world, after all. But you all have one thing in common: you're here now.

When you get a second to breathe, maybe you'll see it. The snowy forest across the sand. Beyond that, the glint of a faraway city.

The Winter Festival

Your first party in Xistentia^[2] is wild, unexpected combination of cultures celebrating the winter holidays from around the Multiverse. Some of them are of contemporary Earth-- Diwali, Christmas, and Hannukkah are all represented, along with the Lunar New Year accelerated somewhat ahead of schedule. You'll find sticky rice pudding, samosas, Henna tattoos, dreidels, chocolate coins, and lanterns in dozens of shapes and sizes. The liquor is plentiful too. All the classics, from wine to mead.

If you aren't familiar with mistletoe, you'll be happy to know that F.A.T.E.S. will prevent unexpected smooches from landing on your face unless you assent. But there is certainly a lot of it around.

However, from unfamiliar worlds, there are a number of other unusual traditions. One of those is Mutuya, a practice from a dwarven land of lightbringing. Two partners, selected at random, get two torches they must carry outside and walk around the snowy building, keeping each other lit. Upon their return, they pass their torches onto a random person— or try again, if they failed. Those who succeed to bring the light back then write a wish on a tapestry hung in the center of the room. You'll notice a lot of people are wishing to return home and save their worlds.

Interestingly, there is even a space for those who disapprove of the interfaith mingling to debate or discuss the mingling of faiths.

NETWORK

As of December 2017, Xistentia now has its own 'friending app.' You can use it to make connections with new people! But beware, your daemon may well post without your permission, and things could get pretty embarrassing.

F.A.T.E.S. thought it was a pretty good pun: Synchr. Get it? Like sinker? Hook, line, and?

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CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE

hells yeah

Footnotes

Some of these can be nameless, plot-device NPCs to facilitate interactions! But even in this case, please avoid gore in describing their current state of being. Anyone dead or catastrophically injured will have disappeared by the time your characters make it to Xistentia. There are no corpses or dying here.
If you decide to join the game, this party will lead to the world-hop in December, detailed in the announcement! Features include The Grinch and Whoville.

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I: Crash landing:

One moment, she was still in her eternal sleep back home in Serenes. The next, she is on a beach, hacking and coughing, soaking wet. What? What just happened? Emerald eyes blinks as suddenly all she hear are screams and cries of confusion. Her hands shot up immediately to try and cover her ears as her wings weakly flares up and poofs up completely.

Where?... What? Just what is going on and where was she?....

AND WHY ARE THERE SO MANY HUMANS AROUND?!?!

II: Synchr:

synchr

Leanne ▐ 75

One of the biggest sleepy head birds.

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[ooc; This was supposed to be the profile image.]

Edited 2017-11-26 03:07 (UTC)

The Winter Festival

Being nobility, even when not in her own world, meant that she needed to make appearances at parties. They didn't celebrate the traditional holidays like the humans did, but they still enjoyed a few things. She enjoyed the decorations and all of the different celebrations that went on this time of year.

She stood, watching everyone as they moved about, making note of things and people. Seeing who she might need to meet and try to make friends with. It was all a part of being a noble. She might not be the nicest of people to be around, but she knew how to maneuver in politics.

She eventually made her way to the Wish Tapestry and shook her head slightly. Wishes were for children. Still she couldn't help but make a wish of her own. She picked up a writing instrument and wrote in the native language of the Empire I wish for peace between the Humans and the Empire. and then set it aside.

"For you, Tovarish."

Network

synchr

Lady Astharoshe Asran ▐ Confidential

I am not a vampire, do not call me one.

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[OOC: This is supposed to be profile image.]

Edited 2017-11-27 00:36 (UTC)

( Crash Landing )

[ Crimson still doesn't know how to comprehend what she'd seen before she'd been pulled by Zane through the portal that had opened up in their modest family home. Had their parents opened it up for them to escape the chaos that had suddenly erupted? She had no idea in the least!

But, now they were here... The weird way of traveling had been odd, color and light completely out of control, her ears ringing and she wondered if something had gone wrong with their powers? She was sure that hadn't been the two of them.

But spent out on the beach, wreckage all around, snow on trees not too far away and a distance city that's skyline looked utterly unfamiliar to her greeted her disoriented mind. ]

Zane? Zane where are you?

[ There's no panic, because nothing feels wrong, he must be okay and he must be here somewhere.The portal must have just split them up. ]

( The Winter Festival )

[ There is a lot about this world that is unsettling to Crimson. There's certainly a wide mix of universes and cultures that are represented and more than a few feel familiar that she's not all that prone to getting home sick -- more family sick. She's lucky to have her twin here, of course, but as she walks through the festival taking advantage of all sorts of treats and dressed in an outfit that's almost like a Christmas colored themed Kimono. Her hair is long braids down her back with two knots on the front sides of her head.

She's currently sipping some semblance of eggnog and wistfully remembering begging her parents to let her and Zane put brandy in their egg nog last Christmas.

Were they even alive? Well, being here is probably the best place to fight for that if everything they're being told is true.

You might find her there, looking forlorn or she might come up to and say hi. Crimson is always more than happy to make a new friend or deepen an acquaintence. ]

( Synchr )

synchr

Crimson Freeman ▐ 19

Where was now the flowing lyric?
The sudden flush of creative spirit?
Was my job not to probe inside,
to find meaning in the crimson sky?

Would this not just fade to black,
If man did not pick up the slack,
if pen on paper did not write,
preserving the moments before night?

It must fall upon our fragile minds,
to give a weight of truth to time,
but from now until that final gasp,
I know I’m not up to the task.

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( Wildcard )

[ Open to anything else you want to throw at me! Crimson's powers are based around color and light creation and absortion. Other basic info is on her journal! ]

Edited 2017-11-29 01:12 (UTC)

oh the weather outside is frightful ( crash landing )

[ earthquakes weren't a rare occurrence. at least, they weren't so much as to arouse any real suspicion in zane freeman when they happen. typically they are short, just barely noticeable, and are over and done with before he would have even had time to get "somewhere safe"

(and what's safer than the middle of his own bed right in the thick of a Netflix marathon?)

this earthquake was different, though. the skies ripped apart like they were nothing more than a flimsy sheet of paper, the earth shook and everything around him rattled loudly. various things falling from their shelves and clattering to the ground. pressure began to crush him, an invisible weight that grew heavier and heavier with each passing second, his ears popping and throbbing painfully, his bones aching as if someone were trying to crush them. the entire universe felt as though it was being shoved through the eye of a needle.

for a moment, there's silence. nothingness. not even the sound of zane's heartbeat. just the emptiness that existed in the space between the universes.

but in an instant, it's all rushing back -- every feeling, every sense, every light, sound and color -- and the nineteen-year-old is thrown onto the shore, sand flying in every direction, debris raining down on all sides of him, screams from the others around filling his head. ]

Where the hell am I? [ he sputters out, coughing as he manages to inhale a few grains of sand, one of his hands reaching up to touch his forehead -- where he feels pain blooming from a wound he must have acquired at some point. he's met by the sticky feeling of blood on his fingertips and a sudden surge of pain where he'd just made contact, wincing slightly. ]

Fuck. What the hell is going on? [ his head turns on a swivel, he can't see her anywhere. ] Crimson, where are you?

its beginning to look a lot like christmas ( winter festival )

[ zane recognizes most of the holiday decorations, they're reminiscent of the ones from his own world -- a sentiment that he's yet to wrap his head around. different worlds. different universes all converging in one place, and he just so happened to be one of the chosen few plucked from one.

(thankfully so had his other half. it would have otherwise been a strange sensation for feel someones presence even when they weren't there, but such a thing had always been prevalent in zane's life.)

and as strange a sensation it is to recognize things in a completely unfamiliar place, it doesn't deter him from partaking in them; browsing the cakes and other treats trying each one in an attempt to find his favorite, allowing his hands to be intricately decorated with henna ink, and even indulging in a glass of the classic holiday treat -- eggnog.

(spiked with copious amounts of liquor, of course. how else does one get though holiday events like these?)

where ever you happen to stumble upon zane, however, it's likely that his twin hasn't ventured very far, they two seeming to stick close to one another unless otherwise needed. ]

it's lovely weather for a swipe right together with you ( synchr )

id : z.freeman

synchr

Zane Freeman ▐ 19

freeman²
there can never be one without the other
ɹǝɥʇo ǝɥʇ ʇnoɥʇᴉʍ ǝuo ǝq ɹǝʌǝu uɐɔ ǝɹǝɥʇ
high frequency individual

personal likes may vary.
9 out of 10 doctors swipe right

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wildcard

[ anything you'd like! i'm open to any and all ideas, give 'em to me. ]

winter festival;

[ That delicious cupcake you were just holding in your hand and about to take a bite of? It's inexplicably gone. Maybe you're biting only on air now, befuddled as to where your delicious treat went. You don't have to look far because to your left is a silver-haired teenager scarfing down-

That's right, your cupcake. He chows down on it loudly. Rudely. Once he catches you looking, probably in disbelief, there's a slick half-smile. ] Hey, you've got good taste! This is delicious. I mean, obviously, you wouldn't know but- Still! Great call. Would've loved it, I'm sure.

lightbringing;

[ He's not rude enough to tell the person he got paired with to hurry up directly though he might as well be. The boy fidgets a little as he walks at what feels like a snail's pace. It's not that he's always going at top speed, he'd just- Rather be, if even given the choice.

He tried to dart off to start and that... didn't work. He had to come back and embarrassingly re-light his torch after it was blown out in seconds flat from the rush of wind. ] How big is this building anyway? I feel like we should have gone around it by now. What do you think, how much longer do we have?

synchr;

synchr

Peter Maximoff▐ Old Enough

I don't slow down for anything.

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festival/ suddenly the sun comes up

( Returning to a city, even one as different as this, is like a breath of fresh air, or coming home after a long journey. In a way, Seoya supposes that's exactly what this is. She's finally back in the sort of place she grew up in, where there's an endless array of things and people. Where nothing's the same as soon as you turn a corner. Not that the wilds and hunting didn't have its appeal, but-

Well. She wouldn't want to make it her livelihood. They had their fun and now she can return to something familiar, painted in unfamiliar colours. Discover a new city, have a bath that isn't in a freakin' river.

She really missed civilisation. )

That's delicious, my Lady-

( Seoya don't talk with your mouth full of samosa, darling. … But okay, I suppose we're doing that, huh? Nothing about this winter celebration looks like the sorts she knows from home, but food and fun is universal. She stops for a spiralling henna design that creeps like ivy from her fingers to her elbow and spends a lot of time eyeing the sprigs of mistletoe as she wanders the streets. If you happen to get too close to her when there's something interesting nearby - spoiler: there almost always is - Seoya will have no worries about tipping her head to one side, a girlish grin on her face, and asking: )

Shall we do it together?

synchr/ and i feel my love flooding back again

synchr

SEOYA PARK▐ 20

I accept flowers, food, and credit cards. 😘

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<span style="font-family: times; font-size:40px; color:#CC0000;">✕</span>

( 1. crash landing for superman )

[ Clark has fallen from heights before. It has become rather commonplace once he picked up flying. It is easy to get knocked out of the air, but rarely has he felt the air knocked out of him as his body hits the sandy beach with a loud thud. Disoriented, Clark blinks the sun out of his eyes, shielding his face with his hand. His ears were ringing with the ambient noises. Panic, fear, worry, shock, horror, something is wrong, something is very wrong —

Focus, his mother's voice comes to him, make it small.

His vision clears up as Clark pulls himself onto his feet. Focus. He may not fully understand what just happened, but he can still help. One thing at a time. There is sand in his hair and grit in his eyes, but his expression is clear; hopeful. He zeroes in on the person closest to him, a frantic heartbeat cutting through Clark's own concerns ]

Are you all right?

( 2. the winter festival )

[ Every kind of festival needs volunteers. Help. And Clark could use the work. Journalism isn't exactly necessary to the everyday going ons of Xistentia. He's used to making a difference, not simply working to keep himself occupied. Whether it is small or big tasks, Clark has always felt it was necessary to put himself forward. In small bars or in large oil rigs. It isn't an itch or a desire. Or even a need. It is almost subconscious, the way he automatically signs the form and hands it over with a small smile, ducking his head so no one looks at him too closely.

He can be seen all over Xistentia, in fairly nondescript clothes and a beanie, hanging up lanterns, lights and even mistletoe though he looks a little sheepish about that. ]

( wildcard your adventure )

( crash landing )

[ Pain. At first, that's all there is. But pain's an old friend to the woman formerly known as Black Widow, and as soon as she can roll over, she does so. Into sand. Facefirst. ]

Ugh. [ She sits, then forces herself up. Every muscle and nerve ending she's got scream in protest, but she's going to make it to her feet. White sand. A beach. Was the Quinjet over water when they -

Crashed. They. She was with a group.

Natasha pauses, sweeps the area. There are people around, but none of them her people. Not the Avengers she recognizes. Shielding her eyes from the sun, she looks up and down, assessing the situation. A city beyond. But there are people here who need help too.

After a second's worth of debating with herself, she walks over to the nearest one. ]

Hey. You all right?

winter festival

[ How better to gather intel than at a party, right? Depending on the time of night, Natasha can be found either reading other peoples wishes on the tapestry (nosy!) or mixing drinks as a volunteer bartender. ]

lightbringing

[ It reminds her of the White Nights festival in St. Petersburg, albeit less fireworks and vodka. Natasha was having just a fine time as an observer, thanks, but someone handed off their torch to her on their way in. She'll look to the nearest person with a torch to be her Mutuya buddy. ]

Fire, walk with me?

( network )

synchr

Natalie Rushman ▐ 32

Alive without breath, As cold as death;
Never thirsty, ever drinking, All in mail never clinking.

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YES <span style="font-family: times; font-size:40px; color:#2EB82E;">✓</span>	NO <span style="font-family: times; font-size:40px; color:#CC0000;">✕</span>

(( tiny note: she's post-cw nat, just using the natalie rushman id to fish around, as it were. or so she plans, i guess! if that's cool! ))

ARRIVAL;

[ it’s either the elaborate, giant ass lance that’ll catch attention first, or the creepy, red, demonic eyeball laid in the disrupted sand a few feet away from the knight clad in battered, red armor, face down in the beach after being launched from the air ship he rode in on, mangled to pieces not far from him. He’s still for a passing moment or so. Perhaps dead? No, not Estinien, not Ishgard’s Azure Dragoon. He’s far too stubborn, and too proud, to just die in anything less than a calamitous explosion or a horde of dragons. Or the Warrior of Light's hand. That death he might accept too. But not this.

Yet, he's still not to proud to scramble towards the freakish demon eye, once he comes to, kicking up sand with the menacing spikes and blades sticking out from his armor. There’s an unnatural, foreboding red glow around the eye, coming off the orb like smoke, and Estinien’s hand clamps down over it, dragging it ungently across the sand to his chest, a heavy wheeze pulling from him as he fights the ache consuming his body to roll over and face the sky, visor of his helm concealing half his face. In a ragged voice, he calls out, expecting his comrade to be not far. ]

Warrior of Light! Pray tell me you retrieved the other Eye before the Horde claimed it. [ By 'the Horde', he means the storm of horrifically misshapen, crazed dragons that blotted out the light of the sky as they descended on the stage where Ishgard's disgraced Archbishop had fallen seconds before. After fighting off all they could, they'd run for the ship - a blur of violence and freefalling happened before the beach (that he's yet to realize is a beach). After a long moment of silence, with no answer, Estinien struggles to push himself up, looking around him. ]

Era? [ Ah. There it is. The beach. One he doesn't recognize at all, whatsoever. Welp, this is a problem. ] Garlond, where in Hells have you dropped us...?

A SEXY PARTY;

[ Estinien is not here to get sexy. In fact, he hasn’t so much as removed his armor, or helm, since his arrival. It’s a safe bet he hasn’t even washed the dragon and primal blood from it either. Not a very attractive picture, but this is how he storms through the party regardless, pushing open doors to peer inside, searching, pulling up people from the backs of their shirts (or lack thereof) to inspect their faces, before sighing and dropping them again. Also, there's a creepy glowing red eyeball floating around behind him, insulting him in Shakespearean syntax that mostly sum up to 'stop looking in here, dumbass, you're ruining the party'. The eyeball is being ignored.

He hardly expects the other Scions to be found in a brothel like this, but stranger things have happened, and they don't seem to be anywhere else. When he'd gotten onto the Excelsior to escape the Horde, he'd had Cid Garlond, the Warrior of Light, and two Scions in tow. He woke to only one of those things nearby, but it makes to sense for the others not to be around somewhere.

One room he barges into apparently makes him witness something on the more intense side of kink life, it seems, and whether you're one of the participants or an innocent bystander, you get a front row seat to Estinien's First Hardcore Porn. A lengthy pause settles, before he finally remarks - ]

That doesn't seem natural. Seek help.

[ Sorry, no one gives the 'don't kinkshame, it's rude' talk in Ishgardian dragon slayer school. ]

SYNCHR;

[ definitely not posted by him ]

synchr

Estinien Wyrmblood ▐ 32

Seeking: Nidhogg's other eye
Interests: Dragons, Ishgard, Pointy sticks, Plate armor insulation
Hobbies: Murdering dragons, literally nothing else
Fun fact: Probably the only person alive who hates Moogles.

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WILDCARD;

[ hit meeeee ]

Edited 2018-01-26 03:49 (UTC)

Threaded | Flat

Leanne | Fire Emblem

Astharoshe Asran || Trinity Blood

Crimson Freeman ( Original - OTA )

( Crash Landing )

( The Winter Festival )

( Synchr )

( Wildcard )

Zane Freeman ( Original Character - OTA )

peter maximoff 👟 x-men

seoya park / oc / will match format.

clark kent | dceu

natasha romanoff; mcu

Estinien Wyrmblood | Final Fantasy XIV