TEST DRIVE MEME #3

[spoofer]

Test Drive Meme #3

I walk around with all my violent decisions.

Prison World Prequel: Spidermarvel

D.E.S.T.I.N.Y. has learned a new trick to stop characters from defying the end of the multiverse. These are prison worlds, alternative universes, where prisoners are brainwashed into native conflicts so that they will kill each other.

NEW CHARACTERS: BRAINWASH

One minute, you're escaping your dying homeworld. Perhaps through a wormhole, perhaps with some incredible leap of technology, sorcery, or on a magic steed— regardless of the how, the why was clear. Everything you once knew tearing apart at the seams, facing utter destruction at the mercy of an apocalypse no one had predicted.

The next instant, you topple into a street covered in rubble. The Battle of New York (spoilers in the link) rages around you.



Armored humanoid aliens, the Chitauri, run amok in the streets, armed with staffs that blast powerful energy bolts. A hundred times larger, fish-like "Leviathans" are gliding through the air, with fangs as tall as people, damaging skyscrapers with their massive flippers, and ejecting yet more of the Chitauri from their sides. Around you, fires burn and humans are running in every direction in panic, barely taking a second to notice anything outlandish about your appearance. In the distance, there's a blue, glowing portal hundreds of feet in the air.

Maybe you stand and fight. Perhaps you find a citizen or a fellow world-hopper bleeding and hurt and you try to help. Maybe it's the faraway portal you're going for, assuming this is just that damn apocalypse again— but that's when something feels ever so slightly wrong.

This is the sensation of your memories starting to warp, your very identity shaping to fit this world. Your powers starting to flicker, gutter, not operating quite right. Glance down, and for a split-second, it's like your hands are-- pixellated? But blink again, and it's over. Hell, there are more important things to take care of right now...

EXISTING CHARACTER: WRAITH MODE

Technology lights up in the Citadel, the defense systems coming online abruptly, dozens of screens and interfaces crawling with unrecognizable code— and special instructions. Using a visor at the Citadel, brief journeys to the prison world are possible. When you appear in the Battle of New York, the visitors appear like ghosts displaced from space and time. You are now in wraith mode, incorporeal, intangible, and invisible to most of the inhabitants of the Prison World. However, you can be seen and heard by the new prisoners, all the while retaining their personalities and identities. Simulation or transportation? It's hard to tell.

The Temple lights up too, revealing a new chamber filled with dozens of strange stone beds, dimly aglow. But the technology or magic there refuses to reveal anything else.

HEATWAVE IN THE CITY

A week after you arrive in Xistentia, you are still trying to get a grip with life in the city, your new apartment, still trying to understand exactly what's needed of you. The inhabited parts of the urban development have wide boulevards and beautiful facades, well-groomed trees on every street. The further you go from the growing colony, the more overgrown and wild the buildings look, small flocks of birds singing at you from the bridges.

Beyond the streets, the natural environment around you-- wherever you choose to explore— is supposed to be perfect; the weather in Xistentia is designed to be temperate in the city, hotter on the beach, cooler in the forest. But in recent days, the temperature has been climbing. It's a steady thing, but it's felt throughout the whole of Xistentia, and it's not long before it becomes unpleasant, humid and heavy heat that sticks your shirt to your skin.

Your daemon trills, requiring your attention. You've noticed that it now looks different now than it did back in the Prison World, no longer a simple cellphone. When you touch the hologram popup, the message reads:

F.A.T.E.S. WARNING SYSTEM
Threat Assessment: Mild
Phenomenon Type: Weather System Compromised
Predicted Duration: 72 hours

Due to massive energy discharge from D.E.S.T.I.N.Y.'s Prison World program, a heat wave has come. Residents are advised to remain cool indoors or hydrated outside. F.A.T.E.S. requests your assistance offsetting repair power costs by temporarily increasing physical contact, including intimacy. Remember, safezone protocol will prevent combat within the city excepting sparring at gyms.

With expected assistance, the weather system will be corrected in 72 hours.

Fate is your hands. Or possibly your arms, if you're more of a hugger. As characters initiate physical intimacy within the city, they may notice the nearest lamps in the streets brightening.

NETWORK

Chances are pretty good that your daemon is not a phone or a computer or a wax-sealed piece of parchment or a Howler, nothing with a convenient camera or a keyboard; it probably isn't even a pocket sized. Likelier, it stares at you with eyes that contain the lenses-- or powers-- of a camera, and some part of its body projects a holographic keyboard into the air. For those of us who are not accustomed to manipulating intangible light prisms, it's not very intuitive to type on.

But here's your network access. Accessible to all your fellow travelers in XISTENTIA.

Misfires, typos, and blurry video footage are likely. Time to feel like a Luddite!

CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE

sUPER FUN!

Footnotes

1. 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.
   
   
2. But like OOCly ask permission ofc.

Comments

thom creed | hero

[sanator]

i. brainwash

[In the moments up to the planned rescue of his city, Thom felt himself getting increasingly nervous. Things were getting worse at home by the day and the League were making some last ditch efforts in order to fix things, blowing Memorial Tower was their Hail Mary and they were putting a lot of stock into it, their world slowly falling apart was never meant to have happened, it might be that they should've expected this long ago but the League of Heroes had to fix things in some way and their idea was an involved one.

The invading forced had arrived by means of the World Eater in the centre of the Wilson Memorial Tower, a huge crystalline cavern that was once the chest cavity of an alien beast intent on destroying Earth, but they'd never expected the League of Heroes to find a way to use it against them. Thom was responsible for the mission if only because his own abilities meant he was best suited; people couldn't easily enter the cavern, the jagged crystalline walls tearing away at most. Thom was almost burning up with the energy running through him, his power patching up the damage even as it occurred, a pack slung over his shoulder that even now glowed faintly purple in the light, Thom reaching within for the bomb that was expected to reverse the effects of this corridor between worlds and setting it into place, activating it with only a whispered prayer that things would work, hearing the sounds of fighting roaring behind him as both forces got closer and closer to the entrance of the cavern.

He felt the bomb explode, a blast of energy exploding towards him that was met with his own heat, his body burning brightly with both light and sensation as his powers tried to keep him alive, a polarised effect of energies pushing and pulling against one another as the Worm Eater's heart became a corridor once more between universes, albeit reversed this time, dragging that invading force backwards through space and locking the door behind it.

When the heat finally died down Thom opened his eyes, surprised he wasn't dead until he saw what lay around him. A species unknown to him in that moment, the Chitauri, raging war on an unfamiliar city around him. Thom was still in his costume, a domino mask plastered over his eyes and a power suit similar to a wet suit clinging to his body and that was apparently enough to draw attention as the beasts rush towards him, the young hero not capable of even thinking about what he'd just done or where he was before being thrown into yet another fight.]

ii. heatwave

[It was sweet relief for Thom to be back to his senses again, no longer ravaged by the confusion of brainwashing. Sure, he wasn't home anymore, but he'd apparently saved his home in the process and that was the kind of sacrifice he was more than happy to have made, especially if he didn't have to be dead, he could still go on helping in this place.

Today was peaceful enough albeit stiflingly hot, Thom himself was in a cafe of sorts, drinking from a huge iced coffee that was beading with moisture, condensation brought to life thanks to the heat around him, his own white t-shirt sticking to his equally perspiring skin as he sat by himself despite the other people around him. Peaceful that is, until his little superhero action figure of a Daemon chirps into life and Thom takes an embarrassing moment or two to get the message open, trying not to curse as it continues to make noises. Once read though, he does curse, loud enough to draw attention.] Fuck... how am I supposed to do that? [He understood the idea of increased physical contact, he just didn't quite know what the F.A.T.E.S. expected him to do. It wasn't like there was a huge abundance of people to heal here.]

iii. network

Daemon: Justiced
Hello.
My name is Tgim Cteed. [No its not.]
THIS THING. HARD. TYPE. NEVER. HAD. CELL. PHONE. [Apparently its easier to type in all caps followed by a period, such a literate tech-savy boy here.]
I had 1 questuon. how professuve is it heer?? [Don't blame him guys,
he doesn't know what he's doing. Teach him to do better as a person or at the very least access the video camera.]

iv. wildcard

[A lot of tl;dr here sorry, I just wanted to set things up appropriately. If you'd like anything else with Thom or even would like to discuss any of the prompts here I'm also available at razrushost and Discord: Razrushost#8963 for plotting!]

brainwash!

[bangitybang]

[janus is covered in blood and wearing black. it's not the best combination of circumstances for high summer in new york city, but for janus, it's actually fairly normal— after all, they are a hunter of supernatural beings who was raised in florida right up until the world ended ten minutes ago.

pandemonium and violence are not unfamiliar to them. not even dimensional travel is unusual to them. the chitauri, mind you— that's pretty fucked. and even though janus is doing a good job of hiding it, they're a little anxious and sticking to the familiar-- protecting humans.

specifically, trying to tourniquet this woman's near-severed arm, crouching under an underpass while people scream and run. for a moment, there are none of the chitauri immediately near. but when janus looks up, they see someone nearly as odd. by now, janus has passed by enough electronics store shopfronts and newspaper stands to pick up a few things from context. they're willing to go far out enough on a limb to shout across at the disoriented young man in the street:]

You! The individual with the mask!

[they wave a bloody hand at him.] Are you working with the Iron Man? Can you transport this human to the law enforcement?

[sanator]

[Thom was lost almost immediately in the rush of movement and chaos around him, as if home hadn't been bad enough for him with invading forces he'd been transported to this place and it was enough to let his head spin. Except there was the fact that his head was vaguely spinning, a thought that sent a pang of nausea to his gut at the idea that he could be on his way to having a seizure at such a bizarre and difficult moment.

Instead, he's shouted to by a stranger not far away, a stranger who seems to be covered in blood which has Thom running towards him.] Am I with... the Iron Man? [Thom shakes his head, the question prompting more than enough confusion.] I don't think so, I'm- I'm Thom. [He looks to the human between them.] And law enforcement? They need help... I can help? Or call for help? [He knew he could do something, couldn't he? He could probably heal the person between them if he could just shake the cobwebs from his mind.]

( heatwave. )

[aberth]

( Usually Adam Parrish is quite resilient. He can work in all sorts of weather, the temperature only bothering him on the days it's too hot to touch the metal in the auto shop, or when it's so cold his joints have all frozen up. Even then he pushes through it. So it's a surprise to himself when he ducks into the coffee shop with a relieved sigh, glowering down at the little toy car that follows him. )

Okay, okay. I get it. Heatwave. I'm getting a drink already.

( He joins the queue, eyeing up the chalkboard in front of him and mentally calculating what he can afford. They have an allowance, but Adam doesn't want to go crazy with it in case something goes wrong. He's just ordering his water, trying to appease his daemon, when he hears Thom's exclamation. While he might have ignored that too back in Henrietta, this place is different. So he's grabbing his drink and heading over, trying to project something calm and friendly, something that would fit Gansey better than it does him. )

You okay?

network ; daemon: shrubd

[amplifyings]

[ Despite her best efforts, Blue can only manage to make out a few of the butchered words -- none of which seem to help her actually decipher the message as a whole. ]

Maybe you'd have a little better luck with the video function?

HALCYON ( original character )

[deorum]

BRAINWASHED.

( When the world had begun to unravel, Halcyon had thought it might be his Mother's doing. Yet her voice had cut through the minds of him and his brethren, throwing them to the ground as she cried out in pain. Something was undoing her, and the world along with it.

The bright lights that had sprouted around his and his companion's feet sent them sprawling for each other as the light swallowed them up. Halcyon clawed at the floor, trying to use his strength to pull himself towards the light that held Atria.

/ Halcyon! /

The sound of Atria's voice in his mind was that last thing he remembered before white blocked out his vision.

When the world returned to him, Halcyon was met with the vision of large creatures destroying a city he'd never seen before. Above his head swam leviathans in the sky, sending large chunks of building at him. Halcyon scrambled out of reach of the falling debris, using his enhanced speed to clear the distance safely.

Yet he felt his feet start to slow suddenly. He stared at himself, trying to imagine what might be wrong with him. He blinked at his hands, swearing that he saw them change, but yet again they were back to normal. He shook his head, trying to shake off the feeling.

Instead of using his enhanced strength to fight through the army on the streets, Halcyon grabs a chitauri staff. He doesn't remember where ever he came from, but in this world he was once a soldier. Which means he's going to defend this city from the attacking enemies as he tries to find anyone who might be able to help him. )

HEATWAVE.

( Halcyon looks as though he hasn't moved in nearly a day. He lays out on the steps of the apartment building he's claimed a home inside of, eyes closed and sighing heavily. Next to him lays a creature resembling a winged fox, head between it's paws, nearly melting in this weather. Both almost seem dead in their stillness, until the birox raises it's head inquisitively at the passing stranger. )

Found anywhere cool, yet? ( The creature speaks. The man still leans back on his elbows, head lolled back and eyes closed. )

NETWORK.

daemon id: Iod

Has anyone confirmed the full destruction of our home worlds, yet?

WILDCARD.
( open to anything. feel free to pm or pp @ magickal if you have anything else you want, or just dive into it. )

heatwave

[bratpack]

Dude, what the hell is that?

[ Says Wyatt, who is staring at the weird birdfox daemon beside this man. He'll be honest, he's seen a lot of really fucking strange things while he's been here. In fact, he's seen a lot of weird things in general. But this? This is definitely new.

Incidentally, he's very shirtless today. It seems he's fallen into this world just in time for summer, and that's a-okay with Wyatt. He'd cut the jeans he'd pilfered into shorts, and found a pair of flip flops that would be less irritating than sneakers, and he's set. The tan on his shoulders is already deepening. This is a good day.

Of course, the enormous black wolf daemon beside him assumes that he's talking to it, and pipes up: ]

That is the daemon Iod. You should get to know his companion. Friendship will help to -

Yeah, okay, okay. [ Wyatt waves the daemon off, and then happily leans against it while it huffs. He grins at Halcyon. ] I was talking to you. Is it like a fox with wings? That's pretty badass. But weird as fuck. Is that normal where you're from?

network; daemon: kyd

[mordacita]

[ ?! What kind of attitude is that?! ]

you can use the temple to look at your world
they have not been destroyed. they will not BE destroyed
we will save them.

are you new?

Wyatt Johnson | OC | OTA

[bratpack]

A. BATTLE

[ When he feels himself taken, Wyatt tries to shift. He doesn't know what it is he's fighting,
but he's sure as hell going to try. Then the world bends around him, and the fur and claws he'd tried to call forth have vanished entire. ]

What the hell...?

[ And then a blast from a passing Chitauri flyer knocks him off his feet. He scrambles up, eyes wide, already forgetting his confusion in the rush for pure survival. Before he knows it, he's running, following the crowd who are also running, and sheltering in one of the cafes just off the main street.

This is New York. Wyatt knows New York, he used to live there. It's familiar, and yet different, and yet...and yet it's home, and feels more like home with every passing second. It's easy for the new memories to take root, fixing on his old ones of this same city. He stares out of the cafe at what's happening around them, real fear gripping him. He's not a werewolf here. He's just a kid, one who'd made these streets his home. Now these streets are turning to rubble in front of him. ]

Oh God, what are we gonna do? There's...what are those things?

[ He looks about as panicked as he feels. One day, in the not too distant future, this will embarrass the hell out of him. ]

B. HEATWAVE

[ The second they'd gotten to the city, Wyatt's cellphone had turned into an almost perfect copy of his adoptive father's wolf form. It's easily twice the size of a regular wolf, and even a little bigger than Wyatt's own wolf form. With a look like that, he can really only call it Hunterd. He won't tell anyone, but he actually kind of likes it. At least with that he can pretend he's not lost his pack all over again. The real Hunter is out there somewhere, probably pissed that Wyatt is spending time with his namesake, instead.

This will all be fine.

Also, it's really fucking hot, so in the absence of anyone else trying to kill him, Wyatt will be spread out on the beach, barechested so he can soak up as much sun as possible. He's wearing cutoff denim shorts, and currently pushing his toes into the hot sand. His head is pillowed on Hunterd's massive black fluffiness. ]

Damn, this is the life. Why the hell is anyone trying to go home? We should just bring everyone here. Get on that, Hunterd, will ya? This is awesome.

[ His daemon already sounds long-suffering. It lets out a wolfish huff. ] Temperatures are rising. Friendship and intimacy will help to restore weather systems. We should return to-

You're already killing my buzz, man.

[ That's when you happen to walk by. Wyatt looks up, eyes lighting up brightly. ]

Hey! You got me on this, right? This place is killer. What's not to love?

C. NETWORK

Daemon: Hunterd

[ Wyatt had tried typing on Hunterd's weird light-based keyboard for all of about eight seconds, before he got tired of that and told it to turn the camera on instead. What the hell ever, man. He'll find his way around that later; who has time to screw around with tech, anyway? ]

What is up, my people. [ No one should have let him speak to the masses. ] I'm Wyatt. This is Hunterd.

[ Pause. ] I mean, you can't see him, but he looks like a wolf. He's like the second most badass werewolf around here. The first is me. Hi, nice to meet you all. How's Apocalypse City treating you?

Speaking of, what are we calling this place? Cause otherwise I'm calling it that. Does anyone know how we call home on this shit, cause there's a bunch of people I know who need to get their asses here. Hopefully without the, uh, vacation in Shitsville New York. Can we talk about how messed up that was? Seriously.

[ He needs to stop talking. Hunterd is staring him down like he's lost his will to daemon. Wyatt grins into his camera lens eyes. ]

Come on, I know you ain't all that shy. Speak to me! Okay I'm out. How do I end this, like. Ten-four. Over. Testing, one, two, three. I'm just kidding, I love this thing.

D. CREATE YOUR OWN

[ Prompt Wyatt! I'm on Plurk at halfbloodly if you want to plot. ]

predictably, b

[hasitsthorns]

[ The heat has Rose feeling a bit more sour than she normally would; she is a northern wolf, for goodness sake. She was built for frigid conditions, not for heatwaves. She'd set out to the beach because it's the only place socially acceptable to wear little to no clothing - in her case, a pink bikini - during this atrocious weather.

She's about to snap something along the lines of how this heat actually killing her but is... distracted.

That is a very nice smile. That is a very nice bare chest. That is a very nice everything he has there. And, if her nose is right, he's another werewolf. How very interesting. ]

It'd be nice if more people had your attitude, dude. This place is pretty great. [ She gives him another lookover, winning smile of her own directed his way. ] I for one really enjoy the wonderful views.

[ Subtle as a train crash, this one. ]

heatwave;

[memoryguardian]

[ Toothiana doesn't so much walk as hover, really, but she'd been flitting by the boy all the same. She's entirely in her element in this heat so it hasn't slowed her down in the slightest. Not much does.

The only reason she stops at all is because it'd be rude to ignore him and, well- Soon as Wyatt gives a flash of his pearly whites, a swarm of mini-fairies descends upon his mouth. They're a glittering, chittering bundle that poke and prod at his teeth. ]

Girls! Girls! Please, we're professionals-! [ She waves her hand at the tiny duplicates of herself, huffing slightly as they disperse. ] Oh, goodness, I do apologize for that! I'm the Tooth Fairy, see, and so teeth are kind of our thing. [ A beat. ] Yours are beautiful, by the way.

[ She'd like to inspect them herself, honestly, but she has the self-restraint to hold back on that. For now. ]

C

[poenitudo]

[ For several long minutes, Jaden tells himself to not reply. It's stupid. It's so stupid.

But he never claimed he was a very intelligent person (not true, he totally claimed that before), and so he does reply, Celestiald managing to sound smugly pleased just because he needs her camera function. ]

Hey, fuck you, the most badass wolf around. You can't claim that title when there's already wolves around. You snooze you lose, you should have landed here earlier.

[ He pauses. ]

Also this place is called Xistentia.

b!!!

[impassion]

( what is this

semi naked man on the beach, while bellamy himself is also semi naked but seemingly much more unhappy about it. his shirt, after having been removed, is now tucked into the rim of his pants, giving himself a Very Cool looking butt cape that hits the back of his thighs -- his pants are rolled up to midcalf, and his shoes have been forgotten somewhere, but he seems like he's on this beach with a Mission on his mind, apart from wyatt's kicking back and relaxing.

he scoffs at wyatt's question, not hiding the roll of his eyes. the sun's too hot, especially on the beach. he's agitated. he has no patience for anyone right now. )

How about the weather that's cooking us? ( for starters!!! he has a list!!! ) It's too quiet, and something's clearly watching us. That sound like paradise to you?

janus lefevre ⚔ original character ⚔ ota

[bangitybang]

brainwash;

[one minute, janus' world is ending in catastrophic fire, stories on the news as television channels disappear into static, one by one, this tale of unknowable terror consuming humans and myths and leylines, the very fabric of reality. it is nothing that hunters have ever faced before, and all missions to stop it are futile. janus' mother is telling them not to be afraid, and she writes a rune on their hand with her finger-- somehow, the touch her on their palm brings unbelievable agony. it's no spell they've ever known before, but they know that she means to save them somehow...

and the next instant, they're in manhattan. with a fresh new disaster. on the upside: this disaster seems a lot more manageable! some kind of war with aliens, featuring humans who seem confused and frightened, per normal.

janus is good in a crisis— they've trained their whole lives for crises. they see iron man and green monster on some newspaper covers, glimpse a portal in the sky miles away. hear sirens blaring in the distance, someone shouting about a barricade. a world with magic. they should probably know better than to assume that these humans are like the humans at home, that they should choose the same side they've always stood for simply out of habit, but right now— nothing is certain, except for the familiarity of combat. fear or pain hazes their vision and their mind; they look down and the rune on their hand is a blur. and they can't do nothing.

so when they see a chitauri crouching over you, they're over in a minute, drawing a glowing sword out of empty air. a thrust decapitates the creature, and janus kicks the abbreviated body aside.] Come, [they say.] We must make it past the barricade.

heatwave;

[janus is from florida. they are a floridian who particularly enjoys wearing black, and thanks to a magic-influenced metabolism, they generally have no body fat and are exceptionally good at tolerating discomfot and maintaining equilibrium. a little bit of heat don't scare them.

but this heat, right here and now, is fucking intolerable.]

Hello.

[even this grocery store feels sticky and over-warm in a way that does not seem conducive to fresh produce staying fresh, even if f.a.t.e.s. and its weird reality distortion wiggle room might have ways of preventing waste. janus looks composed thanks to some incredible degree of self-discipline, their pale face rigidly polite as they stare at you in front of the ice cream fridge.] Would you like to hold hands? [they are not now, nor have they ever been particularly good with people. but sometimes, tact just gets in the way.]

network;

Hello.

[it took janus twenty minutes to type this with the abominable holographic keyboard, but janus has far too much self-control to let on their frustration about not being instantly perfect at everything they try.]

I am looking for people from my world. I will start from the most broadly common characteristics and begin to narrow in order to assist you in determining if we share our point of origin.

We call it Earth. Of the thinking creatures that dwell on it, these include humans, as well as elves, vampires, witches, harpies, dragons, and gods. These non-human peoples are collectively referred to as myths. Before D.E.S.T.I.N.Y.'s great fire consumed us, the greatest threat was water, a selkie queen who sought to drown all humanity and those who would defy her. Other unique, famous features include:the half-angel King of Swaziland who came into power on July 12th, 1998, the commercialized, family-friendly resort at Loch Ness, and the Mythian Academy.

Please respond at your earliest convenience. I'm eager to sort this out and go home. Thank you.

heatwave

[mordacita]

[ Ice cream happens to be one of the few human foods Rafa actually likes to eat. Thanks to the heat wave, everyone is looking for it. He's reaching for a tub of vanilla when Janus speaks to him, and he looks curiously up. Despite the weather, he's wearing a full suit, with his only nod to the heat being that his shirt is open at the collar. He's not sweating, either. Odds are, the person you want holding your hand in this weather is the person who's literally always cold. Rafa lifts a smile at them. ]

Hello. We can, if you wish. Perhaps I can cool you down.

[ He holds out his hand. ]

Would you like some of this? It is good, and it will melt quickly out here.

heatwave;

[memoryguardian]

Girls, honestly, this isn't very becoming-

[ Of all the things people probably expected to find in this grocery store - produce, dairy, water - a large bird woman was likely not one of them. She's hovering over near the ice cream fridge, a frown settling on her face. Upon closer inspection, a handful of miniature fairies are nestled in-between the pints of vanilla and butterscotch ice cream inside the refrigerated section. They make little peeps of protest (presumably about the heat and how they don't wish to return to it anytime soon) that causes her feathers flare out in mild frustration. ]

Okay, okay, one more minute and then, we need to- Oh! [ She blinks at Janus' greeting, immediately flitting probably far too close for comfort. Personal bubbles are still a bit of a new concept for Toothiana, who isn't used to being seen by most adults let alone being able to touch them. ] Hello. I wouldn't be opposed, if you think it'll help.

network | daemon id: iod

[deorum]

It seems I am not from your world, but I will try to help anyone I find from yours find you.
Have you had any luck thus far?

network

[poenitudo]

I come from Earth, and we have vampires and werewolves and fae creatures, but that's it
how many different versions of Earth exist? Does yours have a parallel world attached to it?

heatwave.

[upside]

( discomfort is a bit like an old friend to ye olde commander shepard -- like saren, maybe, unwelcome and unwanted. n7 armor has been shed for a light hoodie, and that in turn is now crossed over her waist while she stands in a gray tank top, sweat rinds around the neck watering the fabric in an unmissable darker color. ice cream sounds good. she's in the process of picking between cookie dough or chocolate brownie, when janus approaches.

she raises an eyebrow. she has know quite a few awkward people in her life, this is nothing. )

Easy, soldier. You'll have a hell of a time keeping the ladies off you with that approach. ( she nods at them regardless, smiling to a bare degree. joking. she holds out her hand, waiting for them to accept. )

Major Valerian ( Valerian and the City of a Thousand Planets )

[eraseplaylist]

1. Brainwash

[ Really, the world coming apart isn't particularly a new thing for Major Valerian. One way or another he was always getting into some sort of trouble but he and Laureline had been minding their own business waiting with a couple hours to kill when everything started going wrong. When he escaped through a portal he only knew that he had gotten separated from her but survival instincts and trust in her to be able to take care of herself had him going on.

Everywhere he looks there's carnage and that's where instincts kick in. Luckily enough, he still has his gun and while the attackers are far too large he is going to do his best especially since it's clear there are people in danger. He starts fighting, shooting at those clearly endangering humans. The place looks like pictures of New York City that he's seen before -- had the wormhole dropped him back on actual Earth? That seems impossible...

But things are becoming less clear, at least less like he knows where he's from -- the feeling of wrongness isn't one he can focus on as he still holds the gun in his hand but suddenly he doesn't seem to be shooting as accurately. ]

2. Heatwave

[ The holographic message doesn't surprise Valerian. The daemon is quite similar to a device he'd used before. It's connected to his neck, just a small implant looking item much like what he had had in his home world. The daemon is one he'd ended up naming Alexd -- he misses his ship. The holographic screen projects much in a similar fashion.

The message itself is one that brings annoyance more than concern -- he never was a fan of desert planets so why would he enjoy a heatwave?

Valerian exhales heavily and makes his way out of his apartment in spite of the warning and walks around. It's clear there's trouble brewing. The heat is already quite oppressive but staying at home alone didn't seem particularly helpful so he keeps an eye out for anyone else out and alone to strike up a conversation with.

After all, physical contact is supposed to help so he'll just have to find someone to get physical with. ]

3. Network - Alexd

Where is the best place to get a good drink around here?

4. Wildcard

[ Up for anything else you got up your sleeve! ]

brainwash;

[bangitybang]

[there's an alien up in janus' face, wielding an enormous staff that keeps shooting pulses of powerful energy. janus has their hands around the shaft, is twisting their head aside-- and the next discharge almost takes off their ear. instead, it singes their hair slightly, the heat near enough to hurt.

janus looks up, just in time to see the alien take a hit to the side. bodily fluids spraying, the creature toppling aside. janus sits up, tracking the hit back to its origin. a young man in armor. janus has had a very confusing past ten minutes; this is not actually the most confusing event that has occurred in that interval. maybe this fellow is related to the 'iron man' they've glimpsed on the newspapers, as they were navigating toward the portal. slowly, they climb to their feet.]

Are you Anthony Stark?

[a panicky civilian passing by darts a scornful look at janus, but you can't really blame them, okay! the headshots they saw all had the helmet on, and the pictures were black-and-white]

clarke griffin | the 100 | eudio crau

[romancekiller]

heatwave;

[it had been a little over a week since clarke arrived here and she was slowly trying to get used to things. despite being in eudio for two years, this still felt so surreal to her especially after being back home and going through everything she did. between surviving praimfaya and living almost a year on her own, she much rather preferred this because honestly earth kind of sucked right leaving her to only hope that her friends made it and were alive and well in space.

clarke heads to the beach since the weather was starting to increase in temperature and it didn't hurt that the beach was probably one of her favourite places to be even in eudio. it was no different in this place though when her daemon lights up with the message, she frowns slightly looking exasperated at the request for physical intimacy because it felt to much like a set up] Oh, come on— you can't be serious.


network;

Hey, I'm Clarke Griffin. I've never really used anything like this before. It's different than what I'm used but I'll give it a try, I might be a bit rusty at it though since it's been a while for me since I've been able to talk to other people.

If Eudio or Skaikru mean anything to you or sound familiar? Let me know, other maybe we can trade stories about our worlds since we're from different places.

[she knows that the latter is a long shot but she has hope. she has to believe her friends are still out there like bellamy would have wanted her to.

being the lone survivor on earth after the world ended can get lonely. so come on, indulge a girl who hasn't had anyone to talk to in over almost a whole year]

wildcard;

[choose your own adventure!! i'll just go with it!]

network > video!!

[rekt]

[ hello, hi, it is your least favorite son's face, but wow, you're not dead??? ]

Clarke? [ almost disbelief here, but really, if anyone (besides him) is going to miraculously defy death, it's clarke griffin. ]

How'd you get out? We thought the city collapsed in.

text; (cw kind of racism and stuff)

[pillz]

[it can't be.

except of course it so totally can. why wouldn't it be? half of kavinsky's acqaintance in eudio has been transplanted into this godforsaken post-apocalyptic, but strangely habitable world. quite a few people he likes, plenty of those who he does not like, and numerous individuals who fit both categories. why not the blonde who clocked him once upon a cuddletown?]

ohly shit, cver ur buttholes its griffin
wat up
beat the tar of a random homo 4 makin fun of ur filipno bff anytime recently
;(

[does she

recognize him maybe :);;]

heatwave;

[ebeje]

[ Though Max is far from unaccustomed to the beach, it has been some time since she went to it for pleasure, and when she did it was not in the strange, clinging small-clothes that seem to be what many here consider appropriate swimwear. She is nothing if not adaptable, however, and a trip to the beach seemed a fair compromise between her desire to learn more about the world she's found herself in and the equally pressing desire to do nothing but lie naked on her sheets until this heat passes. At least here she can forgo the petticoats without sacrificing her carefully-crafted image.

When the message scrawls across the surface of her daemon, Max is perched on a bit of rock by the water in her newly-acquired suit, feet dangling where the sea spray can reach them, but still close enough to hear her neighbor's dismay. It brings a little smile to her lips. Such offense. ]

Is it so terrible a request?