Test Drive Meme #2

[spoofer]

Test Drive #2

I saw a flower, furrow, and brook

New TDMers are free to RP here as if "new" or "established;"
"new" is likely easier to keep in continuity after apping.

When gameplay begins, the second wave will have
their own intro plot and crash log!

CREATURES IN THE DARK

Far away from the city, the wall of light that is F.A.T.E.S. seems calm, glowing peacefully. You’re on an evening walk through the city, or maybe on a camping trip in the woods, or maybe on a romantic date on the beach; whatever it is, you’re outdoors, enjoying the apparent peace and quiet, for once.

That is, until you hear a noise. It’s a rustle, or a step, a branch breaking underfoot, a heavier sound than a human would make. And that’s when you find yourself faced with one of the many Xistentia critters: the Green Backed Bison. She's massive, with small horns and a broad, mossy back, a small calf at her side. She does not appear to want to charge you^[1], but that might change, depending on what you decide to do! Either approach it, run away, or go into aggressive mode; how will you react to being introduced to the incredible fauna of Xistentia?

Glitch in the City

The city of Xistentia now boasts a population of over 200 sentient souls! Congratulations on surviving your apocalypse, now feel free to enjoy the city and outlying forest. Today, a number of local businesses are open, including the local tailor, our diner Pop's Chocklit Shop, and Sue's Salads. For now, the only bar and lounge is the atrium of the Citadel, the outpost overlooking the sea. It's a lovely day to be out and about.

But at midday, the rendering errors begin. New arrivals, those who came into Xistentia since the second crash find themselves subject to a bizarre phenomenon, where a holographic projection seems to be floating above their head! It contains data about the character's marital status, preferences for fun and dating activities, and pet peeves... and perhaps embarrassingly, it isn't necessarily accurate.

As your daemon will explain the glitch is easy enough to fix! You can either move 100 yards from the location where it began, or another character can remove it for you by touching the graphic.

RENDERING ERROR #285
Preferred Alias: F.A.T.E.S. McWeirdo
Marital Status: Hateboning Nemesis
Preferred Dating Activity: Creating new universes, maintaining the equilibrium of the multiverse, organizing temporal divergences/alternate universes, restoring damage inflicted by D.E.S.T.I.N.Y.
Other Enjoyable Activity: DJing music
Pet Peeves: Unfiltered tap water, gluten-fee pasta, unscheduled apocalypses

Optional Code
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GAME NIGHT

At 6 p.m., your Daemon starts making noise - a software update is being installed. It lasts for a few minutes, your Daemon mainly unresponsive if you attempt to make it do anything else than upload the data F.A.T.E.S. is sending it. Afterwards, it resumes acting as normal as it did before the update, but if you ask it, your Daemon will tell you:

Upgrade was installed for entertainment and integration purposes; Hangman.exe was installed.

Launch the application, and you will be given a match against one of your fellow citizens who also decided to join the game. On your holoscreen is a rudimentary, simple game of Hangman, as well as a chat window to taunt your opponent if you so choose. However, it becomes clear that F.A.T.E.S. has no idea what she's doing... the first word is 16 letters long, and she has pre-filled in the letters Z, C, and Q.

It's a good day to complain about technology, or start a new game afresh.

CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE

hells yeah

Footnotes

1. Note any violence or injury in your subject headers, thank you.

Comments

May Daye | October Daye series

[remayde]

A. Not enough NOPE

Rendering Error #285

Preferred Alias: Lady Fetch
Marital Status: Dating Tybalt, King of Dreaming Cats
Preferred Dating Activity: Watching horror movies, checking out second hand stores
Other Enjoyable Activity: Getting thrown off cliffs.
Pet Peeves: Morning people, slow drivers

May had been in the middle of examining the wares of the clothing store--the name had caught her attention at first, and then she was looking for anything shiny because her own sparkly pink skirt and tie-dyed tanktop were starting to look a bit worse for wear--when the display popped up and--

"1. Ew! 2. Toby would find a way to kill me. Or maybe shoot me with elfshot again. And, I don't know, take embarrassing pictures of me for a century. 3. Eeew!" She squealed, wrinkling her nose at the display. At least that alias was one that some people used for her, not that she liked it. But Oberon's teeth, she didn't want anyone thinking she was dating Tybalt. Or that she actually liked Toby throwing her off cliffs.

The raven shaped daemon on her shoulder made a small noise to get her attention before explaining the situation, and she huffed, letting go of a skirt she'd been looking at and turning to face the rest of the store. She didn't want to leave yet, dammit. She brightened, gray eyes sparkling nearly as much as her clothes when she spotted someone.

"Hi there! I'm May Daye! Um, this is awkward, but could you help me out with something? It'll be quick and painless, I promise." And she hoped she was right.

[OOC: May is wearing her human glamour here, but anyone with magical powers is feel to free see it to see her pointed ears and really pale gray eyes]

B. Wild and wonderful

Many of the creatures had already been sort of familiar to May--she'd tried talking to the pixies, although it hadn't worked--but this one was new. And there weren't many things in nature that were new to her, given her age.

She grinned, looking more like herself than she had since the world had started tearing itself apart and she'd been torn from Jazz and the rest of her family in the process. She dropped the human disguise she was still wearing mostly out of habit, leaving the scent of cotton candy and ashes in the air as her pointed ears and too-gray eyes were revealed and she stepped cautiously towards the creature.

"Hi there. I'm May. Are you…" she paused, trying to think how to phrase this, as she got down lower, holding out a hand in the hope it would show the creature she wasn't going to hurt it or its child. "Did you...come from Faerie?" Just because she didn't recognize the creature didn't mean it hadn't started life in one of the realms Oberon had locked before he left. There were too many places none of them remembered clearly anymore, their lost lands. And now they'd all lost their homes again. But hopefully it wouldn't take them centuries to get their lands back now. Even if she and Jazz would have that time…

But she wasn't going to think about lost time like her sister did. Instead, she was getting down on the ground, not caring what it was doing to her rainbow striped tights, and beaming at a big giant green bison.

clary fray ( shadowhunters | eudio crau )

[creatio]

a. bi-son, i gotta go.

[ Clary Fray has never really been any good at staying in one place.

Ever since she can remember she's always loved exploring the world around her. Whether that be her apartment building, the streets of Brooklyn, or hell, even Luke's cop car, she's always done it without care nor permission. Sadly this often sent her parental figures into a panic, or best friend into a sulk when she didn't think to take him with her. But she couldn't ever help herself. What was the point in sitting back when the whole wide world was out there, living and learning and generally being amazing? What was the point when she could be doing instead of waiting. So, while logically she should be devoting her time to getting her feet, Clary has decided to stay true to who she is and find adventure.

( Alec said something about rock trolls, what did anyone expect? )

She's halfway to the beach when she hears a noise in the undergrowth, hand falling to where she's tucked her seraph blade into the waistband of her jeans. Without pulling it free, Clary instead cocks her head towards the sound and then turns slowly, silently. She does not expect the creature that ambles out, like a being from a fairytale, all mossy movements and gentle grace, the snuffling fumble of a child beside it. The breath she sucks in is loud, but unfrightened, and the bison swings it's gaze towards her and lets out a snort. ]

Oh my god.

[ It's half a whisper, wonder creeping into her voice. ] Oh look at you, you're gorgeous.

[ She wishes she had a camera. Or someone to clutch on to. She probably needs someone to stop her from stepping too close, but whatever. Clary's already doing that, hands held up in a soothing motion. ] Hey there.

b. okcupid is an asshole.

Rendering Error #285

Preferred Alias: Clarissa Adele Morgenstern.
Marital Status: IT'S COMPLICATED.
Preferred Dating Activity: Rollerblading, visiting art galleries, saving the world from men who go to get demon milk one day and then don't come back, sparring, fighting, getting ice-cream, dancing badly, graffiti parties.
Other Enjoyable Activity: Sleeping, drawing half naked men, anime.
Pet Peeves: Pineapple on pizza.

Okay, first off -- ?

[ Yes, that is a very annoyed redhead bickering with a yellow mouse-like creature on the sidewalk outside. What of it? ] That's not my name so it's not preferred. Seriously, I have hives now. And second, rude. My relationship status is not complicated! [ She throws her hands up, agitated. It is complicated, but you know, don't look at her. ] And I don't like fighting. Stop lying.

[ The daemon intones the information on getting rid of the projection and Clary makes a noise that would probably a swearword if she were anyone else, twirling on her heel to angrily stomp away. ] I thought my Cuddlr made me weird, but this?

[ Is that a bench? Yes. Is she going to sink down on it, crossing her arms over her chest and huffing as she eyes up her bright yellow companion speculatively. ] I wish you'd do the Pikachu voice.

c. a, e, i, f u.

[ Whatever, she'll take it.

Clary is tucked into a booth, a milkshake on the table and the game of hangman before her. She's lazily stirring her straw around the glass, but she stops whenever she looks up at approaching footsteps. ]

How many letters is in Zachary Quinto? [ Wait, the world ended. ] Oh man, this means Chris Pine is dead.

d. wildcard.

[ Whatever takes your fancy! I'm at athosing for plotting. ]

b

[helical]

You absolutely do like fighting.

[ arms crossed. watching her from where he is, leaning on a tree. eyebrow raised, of course. ]

c.

[lacquers]

[ Hello there, Clary. It's your friendly neighborhood high warlock. He peeks over her shoulder very briefly, but then takes a step back, looking contemplative. ]

He could be here. If only we had something of his, we could track him. [ A thought: Shadowhunters would make the worst-best celebrity fans ever. ] A Starfleet captain's uniform, perhaps?

[ Alas, he's probably not current enough on important world affairs to be making references to bomber jackets and the like. ]

b

[hasitsthorns]

Drawing half-naked men, huh? I understand. I too find half-naked men aesthetically pleasing.

[ Rosie, oh my god

Her eight dogs swarm Clary where she sits, snuffling her curiously. They'd missed her! Also, who is her new friend? They've never seen a mouse this color of size before, hmmmm. ]

nico di angelo ▪ riordanverse ▪ eudio-cr ▪ mild violence

[deathkid]

( 01 ) ARE YOU AFRAID OF THE DARK SHADOWS?

[ forests don't scare nico. neither does the dark. not when he's stalked both a fair share on several occasions. in fact, half of his life has been living in the dark underworld, so the possibility of fear is straight out.

he's not afraid of massive monster bearing down on him either. the fact that it looks like something the demeter cabin might have experimented on doesn't even faze him. after, well, the craziness that has been his life and the collapse of eudio, this seems like a regular walk in the park.

the only issue about this whole scenario is that nico's just stumbled from the shadows, wear-worn as darkness seeps off him in waves. he'd been with will, but now he can't sense his boyfriend anywhere. immediately, his mind goes into adhd battle mode, quickly scanning the area. ]

Will! [ merda. looks like he's not going to escape the monster's notice. figures. ] Gods... Will Solace, Nico di Angelo is about to do something underworld-y! You better come stop me!

[ annnd when that just makes the bison-thing snarl, he curses again and draws his sword before throwing out his free hand and muttering a few important words in ancient greek. ]

( 02 ) DEMIGODS AND TECH DON'T MIX_VRS2.0

Rendering Error #285

Preferred Alias: nico
Marital Status: taken
Preferred Dating Activity: mcdonalds
Other Enjoyable Activity: summoning the dead & watching old movies
Pet Peeves: getting chased by monsters, dyslexai, meddling gods, ppl disrespecting the dead

( 04 ) "SAY NEVERMORE," SAID SHADOW. "FUCK YOU," SAID THE RAVEN.

un: ghostking | ( text )

okay i KNOW my boyfriend isn't dead
these are the kinds of things i just know
so someone please tell me where in hades
will solace can be found
and who actually made it?

i guess i should say sorry i'm late...

( 05 ) READER BEWARE: YOU CHOOSE THE SCARE.

[ want something else? let me know. i'm at alkahestic ]

4

[healingdork]

[Oh gods. Oh gods oh gods oh gods he could actually cry from relief.

He made it. Nico made it.

Bonus one: Nico di Angelo is still alive.

Bonus two: He remembers that Will is his boyfriend.

If this place is anything like Eudio, he's pretty sure that people can come from different points in time, but he can deal with anything as long as Nico is alive and knows who he is.]

longest three weeks of my life.
where are you???

[Look, he doesn't even care if you shadow travel as long as you're not going to dissipate into nothing. He will happily let you pass out in his arms if you need to.]

01; mild powerprose lmk if not okay

[hasitsthorns]

[ This is entirely the wrong blond to come rushing to Nico's side. Still, when he'd been doing all that shouting she had to come flying from where she was hiding to tell him, ] Sh! [ as she tugs at him to fall back. Probably interrupting whatever he was saying. Hopefully it wasn't important.

Her dogs surround them in the underbrush, crouched down and eyeing the agitated bison. Their tails flick nervously, paws digging into the soil beneath uncertainly. They look ready to fight if need but would probably rather not. ]

It's a mother, [ she tries to explain. ] It's more worried about its young than you so if you put your sword away and step back it'll probably leave you alone.

[ Probably. It might be too late at this point, but she's trying to stop one of her friend's boyfriends from potentially getting gored by a bison before they're even reunited. ]

4

[helical]

can you tell that with anyone?

1; very powerprose, lmk if I need to edit <3

[vexy]

[ In an odd twist of events, Nico would suddenly find himself sheathing his sword and taking steps away from the bison. Back, back, back, until he presses up against a body, where a familiar accented voice mumbles next to his ear. ]

Quiet, luv. Mummy's not in the mood for your company. [ His arm extended for Nico to see where he was pointing, at the calf that was almost completely obscured by it's mother's impressive legs. ]

[ He'd be able to move himself freely at that point, and if he looked at Vex he'd find his friend in shorts, a white t-shirt and flip-flops. Had someone got full-native? A bit. There was more silver in his goatee than there normally was in Eudio, either dye wasn't a thing or he didn't care anymore, and give the dark circles under his eyes it was likely the latter. ]

How 'bout a kiss for old time's sake?

aymeric de borel; ffxiv

[remarkablymodest]

I; The Shrouds

[ In the evening's waning half-light, Aymeric walks alone (or so he thinks) on a man-made forest path. Directly at his side, keeping pace surprisingly well for its small stature is his daemon. A wind-up Haurchefantd. Another, fairer Elezen man who tip that he is pointedly not looking at beyond mere glances. It would be one thing if it was merely the toy constructed to commemorate his lost friend but this speaks to him and in Haurchefant's voice no less. The ache in his heart if his gaze lingers too long threatens to exasperate his sensibilities about this entirely strange situation he's found himself in.

Taking strolls through Ishgard's cobbled streets to clear his head was something that the Lord Commander didn't do overly often, but indulged in when he was able to. But this isn't Ishgard and that's why he's on a solitary walk this evening. Ishgard is - according to daemon - lost. As is Eorzea in its entirety. He had lost Lucia somehow in fleeing through a portal opened by Hydalen's grace. He's yet to find out if the Warrior of Light had made it away safely but suspects that if he knows his friend like he thinks he does, she found a way.

A golden exclamation point pops above the daemon's head at the same time that Aymeric hears a loud thump among the trees. Without hestiation, Haurchefantd tip-taps a few steps ahead and unsheathes his toothpick sword and miniature shield in one swift motion. The tiny Elezen holds out the arm with the shield to his side. It only goes about half-way across the length of Aymeric's legs but it's still very obviously a 'stop!' gesture. ] Take heed, sir, [ Haurchefantd says, glancing back at him with a reassuring smile. Aymeric ignores the stab of pinpoint accurate stab of pain in his heart at the protectiveness. The very same devotion to his friends that had gotten the man he's modeled after killed. ] We have company.

[ Aymeric eyes the Green-Backed Bison stomping into view through the trees. He notices almost immediately a calf and gives an understanding hum. ] A mother, [ he notes aloud. ] Twould probably be in our best interests to give her space. Doubtful she'll harm us if we leave her be.

[ He's surprisingly calm for a dude staring at a giant blooming bison. It isn't an Eorzean creature, but... It's close enough that it's almost a nice bit of familiarity. ]

II; Eorzean Database Error

Rendering Error #90002

Preferred Alias: Aymeric
Marital Status: Married To His Job*
(*Exception: Has a huge friend crush on the Warrior of Light.)
Preferred Dating Activity: Long walks in the snow, drinking tea, and talks of the Warrior of Light's adventure
Other Enjoyable Activity: Birch syrup
Pet Peeves: Not being around the Warrior of Light, getting stabbed, and cantankerous cats

[ If you see Aymeric in this moment, uh. Good luck getting his attention.

He is walking at an impressively fast gait for someone wearing so much armor. Like. Really fast. So fast Haurchefantd is struggling to keep up, practically jumping after the other Elezen. Does he look mildly embarrassed? Nah, you're just imagining things. He's focused. On getting to one hundred yalms away from where this incorrect and ridiculous error occurred thank you very much- ]

III; Wildcard

(( ooc; hit me up with something here or contact me at puddingandpie if you have any other ideas! ))

II

[astralera]

[ Era is suitably occupied with trying to get the hang of keeping Enochian up now that she has the time to practice her most powerful fire spell, though Emeraldd seems less content with her plans. She has only managed to keep the enhancement spell up for just under two minutes when the daemon tackles her to the ground, effectively dissipating the orbs of Astral Fire that had been orbiting her.

And also forcing the armor she was wearing to immediately return to her inventory.

It isn't the first time Era has been caught with nothing but her undergarments on outdoors and usually she is quick to pull out another gear set to wear instead (she can't help but thank the Twelve that she has never been in such a situation in public before), but in this moment she is much too focused on getting her rod back to bother rummaging for her poncho or kimono.

She's angry enough at her rogue summon to raise her voice and shout -- ]

Carbuncle, Heel!

alec lightwood, shadowhunters (CRAU)

[helical]

I. CREATURES IN THE DARK

[ alec's bow appears in his hand at the sound that makes him spin around, but it lowers quickly once he realizes what caused the sound in the first place. the bison doesn't look threatening, though it's mass alone is dangerous. alec could surely outrun it, so he dispels his bow, and is further relieved he didn't shoot an arrow without looking first when he noticed the calf near her leg. ]

Nearly shot you, [ he says, tone a little bemused. the creature is oddly beautiful. or commanding? it looks like what an ancient forest spirit might have been described as in a story. it's clearly a parent, and while alec is tempted to come closer, he figures any gesture could be interpreted as a threat toward it's young. better not to risk it.

to the person he hears approaching, he says: ] Careful. There's a baby with it.

II. GLITCH

Rendering Error #285

Preferred Alias: Alec, Alexander, Sayang, Suami, Darling, Mi Sol
Marital Status: Married
Preferred Dating Activity: Kissing on balconies, portal travel, drinks, sex, marriage proposals
Other Enjoyable Activity: Being right, sparring, paperwork, family time, physical affection
Pet Peeves: lack of boundaries, nosiness, rule breakers, clary, people who don't think before they speak or act, when your tea went from perfect temp to just cold enough to be gross, being interrupted when trying to make out, working hard on something and doing your best only to be told it's not good enough, people escaping consequence for their actions, straight people nonsense, giving advice when asked and that advice going ignored, clary, assumptions being made about him or his relationship or his family, lack of order, when jace gets mad he ruined his jacket when if he'd just done his own laundry it wouldn't have happened, mundanes, irresponsibility, being too busy to see his husband and get laid, when izzy leaves her heels at his door when she comes to see him and he trips on them, oversharing, smelling like ichor, being called a stuck up and paranoid, failing to keep people safe

[ it doesn't take alec long to notice the holographic image above his head, and when he does, he feels pretty much the same as if he'd walked into the middle of town without clothes on. that's how revealing it is, in his eyes, and he swats at in irritation, stopping in his tracks on his way to sue's salads to get himself and the mister a smoothie. that plan is now completely on hold until alec figures out how to rid himself of this entirely unwelcome display of personal information. the pet peeve section simply runs off the image, becoming garbled as it goes, but that's the part alec is least worried about. ]

How do I make this stop? Hey, Sophiad. How do I turn this off?

[ his daemon sits on the ground at his feet, blinks, and then rolls onto her side to immediately go to sleep. or pretend to. alec doesn't think it needs actual sleep, but it seems to suddenly be in dire need of a nap whenever he has a request (maybe not so if he didn't so often forget the magic word). so much for being helpful guides through this new world.

alec just clenches his jaw and looks at the floating box, waving his hand through it, trying to tap it or swipe it away. the less it works, the more irritated he gets, and the more furtive his glances to his surroundings become. please let know one come by and ask him about any of this. please. ]

III. GAME NIGHT

[ frowning at this screen. he's not certain the game is set right, so time to send a message to his opponent. ]

Does it expect us to play in English?

II;

[hasitsthorns]

Oh my gods, [ comes a disbelieving squeak from Rose. Her face is a picture of pure delight as she zooms right up to him and reads the screen on display. Sorry, bro, she's too nosy for her own good. ]

It's cool, Alec, I like sex too.

[ oh my goD STOP ]

Kissing on balconies is great, too, but getting railed on them is also a lot of fun. See what I did there? Railed? [ Haha, she's so clever. ] Are those all the nicknames Magnus calls you? That's so cute, I gotta' look up what Mi Sol means now...

[ Someone's having a field day.

Also, her dogs say hello. They kind of swarm around them both, tails a wagging. ]

Jack Benjamin | Kings (CDC CRAU + PSL'd TYL future things hahahaaa)

[blackboxed]

❚❚❚❚❚ creatures in the dark/arrival.

[ jack had been on the last shuttle off planet, as he always is, for a few reasons, most chiefly being: d'artagnan refuses to fucking leave until everyone is loaded up and gone. the others, maybe, have something to do with wanting to look out of his subordinates - you get a pay dock as unit lead if you lose one of your squad members, you see. the problem was, the end was coming too soon. he's seen what the CDC version of planetary apocalypse looks like - gravitational anomaly, storms, quakes, a planet literally screaming in one case. what comes this time isn't the same, and it's fast. it was as if it was crumbling from the inside, imploding and collapsing, and the shuttle only barely made it off the ground before it had fallen out from under them. not, however, without damage.

it wouldn't make it all the way to the Neheda, so the few left had taken to escape pods, likely should've fit more than one, but Ringo takes up enough room for three. no idea how many actually made it to the mothership, a blast from the shuttle had jack's head slammed against a wall, and the rest was dark. where he woke was Xistentia's beach, having to kick at the pod door until it unhinged enough to open, rolling out onto the hot sand, Ringo nearly falling on top of him, still in his combat gear from the mission. he drags himself up to stand, the faint blue-white glow of his cybernetic spine dull against the bright sun, and the blue hologram of the mental amplifier he wears circling back behind his head from one temple to the opposite side like a fractured circlet, all together looking ridiculously out of place next to a beach, and a lush forest.

and whatever the fuck that rocky, grassy bison looking thing is. out of the corner of his eye, he sees ringo start to crouch, apparently wanting to stalk and pounce and probably eat this thing, or just play around with it's corpse, because cats are sociopathic that way. too tired to deal with this shit, jack snorts, then drops a hand in a light swat on the back of ringo's way too durable head. ] Suppress your murder boner for two seconds, please. You can come back and go homicidal on it later. Work now.

[ 'work' meaning figure out where the hell they are and how to hale the Neheda and get home. Ringo appears to give the equivalent of a monster-cat huff, and flops himself onto his stomach in the sand, looking petulant, Jack snorting at the little display. ] Drama queen.

❚❚❚❚❚ glitch in the city.

Rendering Error #285

Preferred Alias: Jack Benjamin, callsign 'Scion'
Marital Status: Engaging in frequent intercourse outside of wedlock with a French swordsman.
Preferred Dating Activity: Alcohol, sex (exclusively homosexual), planetary genocide, lying.
Other Enjoyable Activity: Drinking, cursing excessively inside a black box, sexual promiscuity, reading the Judeo-Christian Bible, social interaction with select tolerable acquaintances, regicide + patricide, playtime with a monster alien cat, torture.
Pet Peeves: Work, people, new people at work, incompetence, Honey, obnoxiousness, waking up before noon, water drops, faulty tech, being here.

[ Jack's still stood outside the tailor's shop, a few bags in hand and white, sci-fi armor still encasing him, staring at the pop up hovering above his head with visible disdain. it isn't beyond his experiences to be found in a virtual world, though imagining that all other dimensions are the same is really pushing the limits of what he's willing to accept. Either way, the situation is what it is, and whether this body is his own, or something constructed inside whatever VR he's been hooked into, there's still a fucking pop-up calling him a slut hanging out right over head.

and announcing to everyone that he's gay as hell - not a thing he likes having advertised either. or the patricide thing. or the regicide thing. or the genocide thing. but whatever, he'd been pulled out of the CDC, if there's anyone else here from the same world, it's hardly going to be a surprise. What he focuses on is the 'marital status' blank, squinting at it bitterly. ]

Not any more, compliments of this shithole, thanks. Add that to the list of complaints to file, right behind humidity and gold edging. [ seriously, rumplestiltskin, this shit is tacky. ]

❚❚❚❚❚ wildcard.

[ idefk, hit me ]

❚❚❚❚❚ creatures in the dark/arrival.

[juggernaut]

( elena, like jack, tends to be among the last people off the planet. she's faster than most everyone and durable as all hell, and is therefore an ideal choice to stick around, capable as she is of getting people out of danger in an expedient manner. it's what has her zipping around camp now, herding people into the last shuttle — well, almost last. jack and d'artagnan always take that distinction, and elena makes sure to catch jack's eye before she steps onto hers. is he okay, does he want her to stay behind, does he think he'll need her? — the answer, as it always is during extractions, is no, but elena wouldn't be herself if she didn't ask. she likes to think it's a ritual for jack as much as it is for her, but she knows he doesn't really go in for that sort of thing.

take off doesn't go smoothly. turbulence rockets the shuttle every which way, and at one point elena unstraps herself from her seat to check on a junior recruit — stupid, obviously, and she snaps at tony to sit back down in his when he makes to do the same thing — and a sharp jolt sends her flying up into the ceiling, her neck snaps, and she falls unconscious.

waking up on a beach is not totally out of elena's realm of experience, so she manages not to freak out quite as much as she might otherwise. she checks her blackglass for a transmission from the neheda, for the personnel tracker, anything, but it's inoperative. luckily it only takes a few minutes to catch a familiar scent, and she grins as she speeds in jack's direction. )

Reminds you a little bit of Macha, huh? So green, ( she says before she's even stopped next to him — and then she notices the bison. or at least what looks vaguely like a bison, by earth standards. her arrival's spooked it, and it huffs in their direction, moving to stand in front of the calf at its side. )

Maybe don't move and she won't try to gore us to death?

magnus bane, shadowhunters.

[lacquers]

( Magnus is a Eudio CRAU and his canon point is s2, ep10 of Shadowhunters TV. )

a. holy pop-up culture, batman!

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Preferred Alias: The Other Mr. LB
Marital Status: mawwiage is what bwings us togever today
Preferred Dating Activity: drinking pina coladas, getting caught in the rain, yoga (in spite of better judgment and possession of more than half a brain), making love at midnight in the dunes of the cape, health food - no, champagne - yes
Other Enjoyable Activity: terrible pop culture references, saving the world with magic, summoning demons for fun and profit, coordinating the perfect outfit, puns that have you groaning for weeks
Pet Peeves: the inevitable feeling of letdown when one side of your eyeliner isn't quite as perfect as the other, getting interrupted in the middle of trying to have a moment with your man, getting interrupted by jace lightwood in the middle of trying to have a moment with your man, being touched without permission, body swaps

[ If you want, you can happen upon Magnus with his lovely overhead advertisement and the giant monarch butterfly responsible(?) for projecting it. He's strolling around, humming a certain iconic pop song that this glitch might've put him in mind of. You may also hear him making a remark or two about the contents of his holographic profile. Options include comments about how the computer has successfully sussed out his love of all things eighties, thoughts on the worst times to get interrupted when you're having a moment alone with your significant other, or maybe you'll hear him talking about puns.

If you're lucky, you won't hear him talking about puns. Don't get him started about puns, please. ]

b. let's play

[ So, hangman. Magnus would love to challenge you to a game! Ready? Beware that the game might get a bit weird.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

If you like, you can find him hanging out at the diner, which is where Clary has no doubt gotten him hooked on the game. Someone may need to cut him off both the hangman app and these milkshakes. See, some people cope with the end of the world in strange ways and Magnus does so by indulging his competitive spirit and his persistent sweet tooth.

You know what would make this really perfect? If there were jukebox in here. That would be excellent. ] Anned, my dear? Could you play us some music? [ He's talking to the butterfly, it would appear. Anned does not immediately deign to reply, but maybe you've got a musical request...? ]

c. wild card

[ If you like, throw something else my way! Assume you can find Magnus in varying locations around the city, mostly out and about and exploring. He'd be happy to assist with healing or a portal some place or another (as long as it's somewhere he's been!). ]

a;

[hasitsthorns]

If you like pina coladas, then you must be Magnus Lightwood-Bane. And I knew there was a reason you were my friend.

[ Beams! ]

Also, I don't know what that thing's talking about. Your eyeliner is always on fleek.

[ Sniff snoof, say her dogs. Hello, Magnus, they're happy to see you. ]

barclay odell ⛵ original character;

[disbands]

1. Creature

[Something about being in the city makes Barclay think of Eudio— likely because he spent most of his time at Eudio in the city. Bad memories these days. He hopes it will pass soon, but the sounds of pipes creaking in the walls or buildings settling in their foundations remind him of the artillery. He's made himself tolerate some of the crowds&mash; the population isn't too dense yet, it hasn't been bad.

But still, it's a relief to be in the woods. Seeking the sancutary of trees and sunshine, a newly-worn path and tree-strewn road. His possum-shaped daemon trails after him.

That is, right up until—] Bloody Hell. [One hand full of newly picked berries, his flintlock in the other, he stares at the massive beast in the bushes. It seems unlikely that a single bullet is going to do much against the animal's vast green hide. He clears his throat and takes one s l ow step backward.]

2. Glitch

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Preferred Alias: Barclay
Marital Status: Taken Last He Knew, Should Revisit The Topic Presently
Preferred Dating Activity: Dining out, kissing, sexual intercourse, taking a rowboat on a lake, imbibing liquors or wine, staycations, the beach, horseback riding, contemporary adventures such as visiting museums, avoiding physical assaults by friends of former nemesis
Other Enjoyable Activity: Oddly redundant to the above, excepting sexual intercourse
Pet Peeves: Summary endorsement of illegal activities (especially piracy) for shallow or aesthetic purposes, teetotallers and vegans (snobby), over-cooked beef, under-cooked fish, poorly imitated British accents

[It's hard to say what is more aggravating and unattractive than being followed around perpetually by the bald white face of a possum.

Besides maybe-- when said possum is carrying a ridiculous holographic dialogue box about one's... what is that exactly? Social engagement preferences. Something. It's absurd. Barclay puts his hand through it once or twice, then accidentally douses the couch in water trying to splash it with his glass. It's not long before he takes leave of his home, tracking down the street and looking quite cross about it.] Can anyone, [he says,] point me to the nearest computer helping store.

[He's from the wrong century to have any clue that he is, in fact, part of a computer program. If I were you, I wouldn't bother explaining it to him. He's wearing his old Naval coat, which probably provides clue enough for the context at which he's coming at this problem from.]

one

[moshennik]

[ Meanwhile, Kenzi is lost. In the woods. The woods are not her friend. Ask her to get by in the city, she can learn the whole layout of the concrete jungle she's placed in in a matter of hours, she can figure out ten getaway routes and where the best places are to stash... anything.

But the woods? Kenzi is fucking helpless. Okay, not helpless but more... useless. And she's not exactly stealthy with all her stomping and stumbling (heels don't do well in the woods) and her griping at Meow Meow. Don't ask her why she's in the woods, just laugh at her as she stumbles onto the path with a noise of relief, dirt on her face and twigs in her hair.

She's a cliche walking in unsuitable heels and tight pants.

Creature? What creature?]

Jaden Cosgrove | Original Character

[poenitudo]

a. this is not working out

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Preferred Alias: Jaden
Marital Status: Single AF
Preferred Dating Activity: Quick physical encounters in bar bathrooms after too much rum & coke and no exchange of numbers
Other Enjoyable Activity: Sports (includ. but not limited to: football, basketball, wrestling, boxing, dancing), exchange of witty barbs, anything involving tailoring, righteous serving of justice
Pet Peeves: incompetency, murderous demons, being reminded that he is a romantic really, weather above 85F, anyone using the word ‘literally’ wrong, nosy people, being asked to talk about himself, being asked to do anything

[ If you think you've ever seen a murderous look, wait until you see Jaden,
once this fucking message appears above his head. Not only is it wrong (he doesn't dance, okay, what the fuck), it also is just... right there and it's cutting into his enjoyment of his burger and fries and milkshake immensely.

But Jaden's a stubborn creature, so if you think he's going to leave Pop's Chocklit Shoppe before he's done with his food, you've got another one coming. ]

b. in the shadows

[ Thing is, Jaden can’t sleep. His apartment in Xistentia is too big, too empty - for someone used to huddle under bridges, or at best getting to sleep in a tiny, shitty motel room when he could scrounge up the money, this is too abrupt a change, and he’s struggling to adjust.

Which is why he’s off for a walk at 2am, through the silent city. The lights above head keep on turning on as he passes them, and Celestiald is being her usual self, talking too much as she floats above his head, giving his features a moonlit glow when he walks into a darkened alley, wanting to cut through to the forest surrounding the city. Maybe he could drop form, go for a run, forget about where he is, his homeworld falling to pieces, no way for him to go back.

Why should he want to save it? His world has only ever taken from him.

He’s ruminating on his thoughts where he hears the noise; it’s like a gruff, loud exhale of breath, the sound an animal would make. A cow, maybe. Jaden freezes, shoulders tense, before turning around slowly, and be faced with a massive beast, looking like he’s covered in moss. Celestiald makes a warning, beeping noise, and Jaden makes a noise right back at her, effectively shushing her. The beast is beautiful, and fascinating; Jaden can’t help the few steps he takes towards it, back out into the lights of the street. ]

Well, hey, bud. What are you doing here, huh? Don’t look like you belong here, you know.

[ He sighs, softly, and hangs his head down, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck, fingers over scars and tattoos. ]

But then again, neither do I, so I get you, buddy.

c. wild and free

[ Give me anything! ]

BELLAMY BLAKE. ▎the 100

[impassion]

CREATURES IN THE DARK.

( bellamy thinks like this: kill things before they kill you, and you have a better chance of staying alive. he also thinks like this: peaceful things are only peaceful as long as there is a mutual benefit to be found. both these add up to bellamy, poised and quiet at a vantage point in the woods, glancing through the scope on his gun to find a weak spot to hit on the massive creature. it has horns for charging, just like bellamy has a gun for shooting. it's just evening the playing field.

he isn't especially tricky in his hiding spot to go unfounded -- likely you could spot him with a careful gaze poised towards the forest. feel free to spot this terrible idea! or get ready to fight whenever bellamy pulls the trigger. )

GLITCH IN THE CITY

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Preferred Alias: Bellamy Blake
Marital Status: Iffy.
Preferred Dating Activity: Whatever the hell we want.
Other Enjoyable Activity: Whatever the hell you want.
Pet Peeves: The Earth.

glitch!!

[rekt]

Freaking finally, asshole. You took your sweet time--

[ john murphy's voice, as he jogs up through the overgrown city streets when he spots the back of bellamy's head, assuming he must've come from eudio as well. maybe he just landed on a weird spot on the island and took too long to get here. maybe there was some freak time loop going on. who knows, but things seem a little more stable with bellamy around, loathe as murphy is to admit it. ]

Nice traveling artwork. What is that?

[ squinting, once he's at bellamy's side, he looks up to read the rendering error, then lets out a sharp, chirped, bark of a laugh. is this his screwed up dating profile? ] Not gonna lie, you did seem like you were getting laid more back when that was the motto. Even in Eudio.

clarke griffin | the 100 | eudio crau

[romancekiller]

CREATURES IN THE DARK;

[once upon a time going through a forest wasn't anything new for clarke but years after praimfaya or even being in eudio for a couple year prior to going back home, it felt so surreal to clarke. the world sucked, there barely anything green besides the place where she was staying with madi yet it was so real in this place that it was almost hard to believe including seeing the creatures wandering about from the distance as she walked around trying to take in her surroundings.

she brushes her hair out of her face for a moment as she moves forward, it's shorter now with a streak of red clearly visible in contrast to how it was previously for anyone who knows her and she keeps her gun close. she knows better to let her guard down so she remains cautious just in case because this place was still new to her and she didn't know how much to really trust anything here just yet]


GLITCH IN THE CITY;

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Preferred Alias: Clarke Griffin
Marital Status: It's Complicated
Preferred Dating Activity: Whatever.
Other Enjoyable Activity: See above.
Pet Peeves: Praimfaya

[how does dating even work?? clarke doesn't even know even after years of being in eudio and this was so much more weirder than cuddlr]

WILDCARD;

[choose your own adventure!!]

[ooc; canon point is post s4! please ignore my lack of post timeskip icons right now!!]

glitch!!

[rekt]

[ murphy turns a corner on his way from the citadel back to where he's made home, booted feet kicking a little at the rubble and stray twigs as he goes, and that's when he sees her - blond hair bright against all the green and grey, something different about her than she'd been in eudio. the closer he gets, the better he can read the error message floating above her head, squinting at it. ]

Even the glitch is half Grounder speak. [ murphy thankfully hasn't gotten one yet. maybe it's just the new kids xistentia is having issues fitting in. either way, she's late. ] What'd you do, stop for snacks on the way here?

[ it's been a few weeks since the others landed, and there's something in murphy that's relieved to see her here, not crushed in the apocalypse they barely escaped in eudio, but he isn't going to be saying that out loud. ]

Jace Wayland | Shadowhunters | OTA

[estrayer]

A: FOREST WALK

[ There are worse places to be than a weird alien forest on a planet that shouldn't exist. Jace keeps telling himself that. Maybe one of these times, he'll believe it.

He'd been here five minutes before activating his Speed, Surefooted and Unseen runes. The wildlife of this place is far more easily dealt with when they don't know he's there. It makes the journey much faster than it ought to be, and has the added value of keeping him far away from his daemon. At current estimate, it's a good few hours behind him. While he has no doubt that it'll catch up, because it always does, he has a few moments free of it.

So of course, Mama Plant Bison and her cub choose that second to show up. Jace skids to a halt. He'd move on, but there are other people here, and that means he can't ignore it. It also means that you happen to be the lucky character standing next to him when he becomes visible again, and appears to step straight out of thin air. Sorry about that. Here he stands,
his hair a shock of windswept blond, his clothes entirely black, and his skin covered in a series of tattoo-like runes. ]

Careful. Don't go near the baby. We'll go around, okay? Just stay with me.

[ He says, with all the authority of a man who knows exactly what he's doing. In actual fact, he's never seen one of these things before. That doesn't mean he's not your best hope of dealing with it, though. Trust him: he's a Shadowhunter. ]

B: GLITCH

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Preferred Alias: Jonathan Christopher Wayland Morgenstern Lightwood-Bane
Marital Status: Unhappily Available
Preferred Dating Activity: Tequila, Vodka, Rum, Spiced Rum, Whiskey Sour, Cuddling
Other Enjoyable Activity: Spilling the blood of my enemies
Pet Peeves: Cat people

[ This is just not even funny. It takes Jace a minute to realise why people are staring at him, and then he realizes what's come to life above him. It's irritating enough before he reads it, but then read it he does, and his eyes roll right around to fix on his daemon.

The falcon may or may not be responsible for this. As with almost everything that's gone wrong today, however, Jace will not be slow in blaming it. ]

Cat people? Seriously?

[ It blinks slowly at him. ]

User is reporting inaccuracies in profiling?

[ Jace clenches his jaw. ]

Yes, I'm reporting inaccuracies. Count them with me: One, it's the cats I don't like. Two, this makes me sound like an alcoholic, three, it also makes me sound desperate and four, Lightwood-Bane? That's not a thing.

[ The daemon briefly takes this in. Its lens-eyes do a refocusing thing that reminds Jace of a camera. ]

User must walk 100 yards or request another User to remove the glitch phonetically.
Inaccuracies will be updated. Would User like to confirm Preferred Alias?

'User' would like to turn this whole thing off. Just...stop talking to me.

[ He turns away, despite the fact that he'd started that interaction. He starts walking, trying to get the required distance in before anyone gets a good look at his hologram. He hates this place already. ]

C: CHOOSE YOUR OWN

[ Prompt Jace! Or hit me up for plotting at halfbloodly on plurk. ]

b.

[lacquers]

[ Here's the deeply saddened huff of your one-time landlord, impeccably dressed as always and looking at Jace's profile before tutting softly. ] As I thought.

[ What did he think? It is a mystery. He does not elaborate. Just looks very Magnus about the whole thing.

Whatever the thing is. ]

lark ( original character )

[dipendente]

glitching out.

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Preferred Alias: none of your fucking business
Marital Status: none of your fucking business
Preferred Dating Activity: none of your fucking business
Other Enjoyable Activity: none of your fucking business
Pet Peeves: none of your fucking business

Are you satisfied with these changes?

As much as I can be. ( to anyone listening, that doesn't seem to be a very high rating of satisfaction. either way, the bird tweets a happy sound and settles on Lark's shoulder as she sighs. she glances back above her head and shakes her head at the image. )

How do I make this go away again?

A touch should do.

That's specific.... ( Lark mumbles to herself as she makes her way through the city. ) Just any touch, from anyone? ( a brief pause as she shoots the bird a look. ) Touching me or?

The projection.

( the singsong chirp of the sparrow-lark that sits on her shoulder just darkens Lark's mood more, but she approaches the first person she sees with a heavy sigh. ) Would you mind helping? ( she asks as she points to the graphic above her head. )

network.

un | lark

Who wants to tell me embarrassing stories of my brother, rafa, from this other world you were all in together? I could use the entertainment.

wildcard.

( open to any other prompts! including game night shenanigans. )

network

[helical]

Youre Rafas sister?

Queenie Goldstein ( Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them )

[silkdress]

( Queenie is a natural legilimens! tl;dr? This means she can read the thoughts, and extract emotions and memories from others without needing to use the incantation Legilimens -- and sometimes without meaning to do so. If you'd prefer she'd rather not, however, please let me know and I'll be happy to accommodate you! )

( one : Fantastic Beasts and Where (else) to Find Them )

[ Queenie is no stranger to strange and somewhat fantastical creatures. She'd recently made friends with a man who had an entire case of them -- and her sister seemed to have made more-than-friends with Mr. Scamander, a thought that has Queenie giggling softly to herself as she explores the new city she's arrived in. It doesn't look much like the New York from her memories, nor does it look much like anything that's familiar to her, magical or otherwise, with vines and thick vegetation growing from seemingly everywhere. It reminds her a little of her Herbology class back during her days at Ilvermorny, although none of it looks particularly familiar and there's the slightest bit of comfort in that thought. Like she isn't nearly as far from home as she thinks she is.

What grasps a hold of her attention and pulls her out of those memories, however, is the large creature that she finds standing in the middle of a mostly deserted street. ]

Oh. Hello there, honey.

[ Her tone is soft and gentle as she approaches the creature slowly -- and currently, she wishes that Newt had finished off that book of his sooner, it might have informed her on exactly what to do (and not to do) with the large beast. Unfortunately, he hadn't and Queenie is left to make this discovery all on her own. ]

Easy, there. I'm not going to hurt you. [ Being mindful of the calf at its side, careful steps carry Queenie right up to the bison, where she looks infinitely smaller in comparison to its massive frame. But despite how large -- and somewhat intimidating -- the creature is, Queenie doesn't show even an ounce of fear as she reaches out to gently run her hand down its snout. ]

See? [ The bison lets out a huff that sends Queenie's dress rippling and pulls a quiet, melodic laugh from her. ] I told there wasn't anything to be scared of, honey.

( two : Well, that's just a bunch of phoney baloney! )

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Preferred Alias: Queenie Goldstein
Marital Status: It's complicated
Preferred Dating Activity: avoiding Occamy attacks
Other Enjoyable Activity: accidental legilimency, baking, being not so great at most other spells, hiding the men Teenie brings home in suitcases.
Pet Peeves: jinxing the toliet, being ditched after making cocoa, folks who think Hogwarts Hogwash is better than Ilvermorny, skilled occlumens, Brits and their funny accents, nosy MACUSA coworkers

[ Queenie looks positively baffled by the hologram that appears right over her head -- she's seen quite a few things in the wizard world, but she's never once seen something like this, and she's quick to assume it must be some kind of No-Maj technology.

(But this is the most advanced No-Maj tech that she's ever seen!)

She takes a few moments to read over the words, her brows eventually knitting together in disapproval the more she reads. ]

Now wait just one minute! Where did you get this from? [ She turns an expectant gaze to the demiguise at her side -- one she remembers Newt calling Dougal, but the creature continued to insist to Queenie that it was actually named Dougald, which only manages to confuse the poor witch even more. When her daemon doesn't offer up an explanation, Queenie takes matters into her own hands.

Quite literally since she's still yet to locate her wand. Or any wand, for that matter ]

Evanesco. [ Nothing happens. She puffs her cheeks, stamping one of her feet and trying with a little more conviction. Usually, spells aren't this difficult without her wand. ] Evanesco!

[ Again. Nothing. And just as she turns her gaze back to Dougald, it disappears. (Although, it's likely still standing right in the same spot, just completely invisible to her.) ]

Oh, applesauce! [ She huffs, frustrated. Oh well, back to the drawing board. Maybe this wasn't No-Maj technology at all, maybe it was nothing more than magic she'd never before seen. Her eyes turn upward as she gives another try. ] Finite Incantatum?

( three : wildcard )

( Anything that you'd like, anywhere that you'd like! Or ping unnideul for plotting things! )

2 - hdu with Dougal

[assumptions]

[ This isn't the first time that Aaron's seen this glitch happen today. But, he doesn't immediately step into help even though he knows how since it's a little amusing watching the woman try and figure it out on her own -- he's not the nicest person okay. He's standing casually off to the side, the little furball that is his daemon is on his shoulder. His recently acquired Siamese kitten is on a leash and curled around his foot. The kitten hated to be held when outside but he didn't like it just having free reign in case he might lose her.

Eventually, he does decide to have mercy on the poor lady. Really? What is with all the weird words she keeps saying? ]

Are you having trouble? [ Aaron asks as he stops about 3 feet away from her. ]

cassandra anderson | dredd

[mindtricks]

CREATURES IN THE DARK

[ anderson is used to living in a city — mega-city one is huge, filled with far too many people and far too few resources, barely managing to hold its own against the nuclear wasteland pushing back against the radiation walls protecting the city and against the crime ravaging it from within. she'd wanted so hard to make a difference there.

instead, she's here now. she's here, and she's faced with a creature that seems to be an animal with plants growing on top of it. it's unlike anything anderson has ever seen. most of all, it's green. anderson has never seen as many plants and greenery, as much nature as she's seen since arriving her.

it's a lot to wrap her mind around, and while her fingers are resting near her belt where her lawgiver would rest if she hadn't lost it, she doesn't want to shoot it. ]

It's beautiful. [ she mutters, not really addressing the person near her, though she's of course aware of their presence. ]

GLITCH IN THE SYSTEM

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Preferred Alias: Anderson
Marital Status: Very Single
Preferred Dating Activity: Scenic bike rides, long walks on the beach, various acrobatics.
Other Enjoyable Activity: Doing Good
Pet Peeves: Crime, virginity, bad TV

NETWORK (id: hoj)

What were your worlds like?

[bangitybang]

It is.

[janus doesn't sound surprised that she heard them, but they are slightly. they've been trained to hunt all sorts of creatures, sentient and otherwise, since they were young enough to run. they've stalked ravening wolves for miles of frozen. they've shadowed skilled and experienced police through cities. but she hears them, this blond woman in the woods. on the other hand, her fiercely tactical clothing would suggest some sort of training.

they aren't perturbed. they look past her, at the enormous animal and the small one. janus has their bow in hand, a quiver of arrows over their shoulder. they aren't thinking of killing these two for food, not really. it may be the law of nature to prey on the weak and small, but janus affords themself the luxury of being better than nature, sometimes. they're thinking of helping, though, if she means to.]

Are you hunting them? I'm not trying to steal your kill.

[they are a murderer with a rather specific code of ethics. going after young animals might be fair game in a pinch— taking somebody's game from them, now. that's shameful.]

tamsin | lost girl

[extraseven]

i. FRIEND FAUNA OR FOE?

[ Tamsin, in an effort to get to know the city better and because she's feeling unbelievably restless these days, decides to take a small little evening stroll. She makes her way through the city center and then does circles around the city, edging her way closer and closer to the edge. Eventually, she finds herself in the forest, listening to the sounds of nature around her, quietly taking in the bea--

No, actually, she doesn't give a shit about the beauty. She's in here because she's bored and maybe looking to pick a fight with something, get her knuckles a little bruised to liven things up. So when she hears the snap of the branch behind and to the right of her, she spins - elegantly, but quickly - and scans the area immediately near her. The sight of a mom... bison? Catches her off guard enough that she stands there for a couple heartbeats, just watching the creature.

Then she huffs. ]

Someone's in need a desperate trip to the groomer's.

ii. GLITCHES GET STITCHES

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Preferred Alias: Tammers
Marital Status: Ready to breakdance with the next available individual
Preferred Dating Activity: Boxing, making sweet sweet love, and cuddlng
Other Enjoyable Activity: Making everyone's life more difficult
Pet Peeves: Rainbows, unicorns, and loose fitting clothing

[ Tamsin's at the lounge in the atrium of the Citadel when the graphic pops up above her head. Thankfully she's sitting at the bar with a decently clear view of the mirror behind all the bottles, so it doesn't take someone gawking at her for her to notice. That doesn't stop her daemon (type to be determined later because I can't think of something funny/awesome rn) from explaining it, however. ]

Hey, buddy. [ It's directed at whoever is closest to her and if they look, Tamsin points up towards the display above her head. ] Touch this thing for me and I'll buy your next drink, because there's no way I'm rushing through this scotch-wannabe. [ She lifts her glass to take a sip but pauses with it nearly connecting with her lips. ] Get any wise ideas about touching anything else, though, and I'll break your nose. We clear?

iii. CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE.

II

[vexy]

[ Tamsin might want look at the fellow that she's talking to next time, because as a result of her rambling this time she was on the receiving end of a burst of loud, and unfortunately familiar, laughter. ]

Oi! Look everyone! The big bad Valkyrie wants to get some cuddles! [ There Vex was in all his glory, his short curls having grown out a bit, there was silver in his beard, and his white t-shirt was paired with black shorts and flip-flops. He'd definitely gone native. ]

Buy me a bottle and I might think about it, Tammers.

COMMANDER SHEPARD. ▎mass effect

[upside]

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Preferred Alias: Shepard, Commander, Captain, Spectre.
Marital Status: It is more complicated than you can imagine.
Preferred Dating Activity: Petting my space hamster.
Other Enjoyable Activity: Exploring planets, killing geth, side quests, resolving civil disputes, doing morally ambiguous tasks for money.
Pet Peeves: Virmire, politics, the Council.

Whoever did this has really poor taste.

( honing in on that virmire mention mostly, shepard rolls her eyes the way a parent might look at their child in tart irritation. she's decently good at tech ( all people are, where she's from ), but something in the hardware is jammed, all to her added frustrations. there's a huff of a sigh as she tests out something else on her command panel, before eventually turning her attention off to some passerby, stopping them with a wave of her hand. bedecked in a full armored suit, she maintains a certain air of command, although she's friendly enough, when she speaks. )

Hey. ( gesturing up to the screen above her head. ) You hear anything about this?

game night.

That has to be something in quarian.

( and since tali is nowhere to be found, a reset is in order. shepard doesn't like to admit defeat, or anything, but she knows a losing battle when she sees one -- that, and she'll never turn down a fun game when the timing is right. she's reminded fondly of the engineers in the lower deck. )

New game? I'll start.

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