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TEST DRIVE MEME #2

TEST DRIVE MEME
Welcome to the second test drive meme for Abraxas! This meme is run a little bit differently than most in that you'll be asked to choose one of the two different arrival scenarios below for your character to take. If you have any questions about this mechanic or anything else related to the TDM, please take a look at the questions below or ask one of your own under the Questions header below. For general game questions please still use the FAQ.

Our previous TDM has some answers to relevant questions as well, and feel free to look at our Game History page! Anything on that page - including information about the Horizon and the Singularity - can be assumed to be told to newcomers after they arrive, whether they are prisoners or honored guests. For more information on Ambrose and the apprentice mages, please see our NPCs page.

Arrival

You awaken suspended in the abyss, silent darkness stretching out in all directions. If you try to yell, you'll find that the sound doesn't carry. If you try to move, you'll find it's impossible to tell whether or not you're actually getting anywhere. If you reach for an item you were carrying last time you remember being awake, your hand will only touch bare skin.

You're naked and floating helplessly through the void, and what little air you have in your lungs is running out.

There's a pinprick of light that almost looks like a faraway star but as it grows it becomes clear that it's actually quite close. Through the opening you can see a bright room, but it's hard to make out any individual objects, as if you're looking from beneath rippling water.

A hand plunges through and you realize water is just what it is. Whether you take hold of the hand or not it will grab you and yank you up through the surface, lifting you out until you're sprawled on solid ground. Once you catch your breath, you can get a better look at the surroundings: tall trees and even taller stone pillars surround the platform you're laying on. Behind you is an ornate fountain, the base of which is so deep and so dark you might be compelled to scramble away from it lest it suck you back in to that endless abyss. Ahead of you are the walls of a large castle with several tall towers reaching up towards the sky.

If you had any powers, they feel unusually weak. Attempts to use magic or enhanced strength or powers of any sort fizzle out without any effect, but they don't feel completely gone, either.

Set into an indent on a marble slab behind the fountain is a card baring the image of one of the arcana.

An apprentice mage - the one whose hand lifted you out of the fountain - brushes the water off on their robes and runs back to join a group of three others, who all stare intently at a mage with highly decorated robes and a large, heavy book. He peers up at you for a moment and starts flipping through the book.

"I beg your pardon," he says, so absorbed in the pages of the book that he doesn't bother to look up, "I am Ambrose Rhett, the High Mage of the Kingdom of Thorne. One of my apprentices will explain everything in a moment, but please refrain from yelling and thrashing about until then. You're quite alright, and screaming gives me a hell of a headache."

Regardless of your response, he keeps flipping through the heavy tome, until he stops on one specific page, stares at it for a moment, and then exclaims:

"Aha!"

Scenario One: Welcome to Thorne

Ambrose's expression brightens, eyes twinkling with delight. He waves one of the apprentices over with a fine silk tunic, pants, and some basic sandals and with a wave of his hand they reshape to fit you perfectly.

"Oh, thank heavens," he sighs, closing the book and approaching you with a sort of worn-out relief.

Now that he's not hunching over the book, he doesn't seem quite so stuffy and inapproachable. The apprentices all seem quite relieved at his jovial outburst, and the one that handed you the tunic stops to take the tarot card down from the marble slab. If you show any curiosity about the card, they'll let you take a longer look, but won't let you touch it.

"Please, come with me, you're an honored guest here," he says, motioning for you to follow him towards the castle, "As promised, my pupils will explain your current situation. And, ah - if you had any magic of your own, or other special abilities you can't access right now, fear not, they'll return within the week. The summoning takes a lot out of you."

One of the apprentices steps forward and rattles on and on about the castle, Thorne itself, the names of a bunch of royals and nobles, and of course, your reason for being here. The Kingdom and the world itself is in great peril, and tales of your exploits have reached far and wide across universes. If asked about these exploits, the apprentice will simply smile and shrug. The High Mage was happy to see you and that's good enough.

Once inside the castle you're taken to the North Wing, which has been set up as living quarters for you and your fellow newcomers. There are four people to a room, but each generously-sized bed has opaque curtains that can be drawn around it. You can meet your roommates here and discuss your shared situation (the newcomers who were summoned back in June may have a great deal of information to tell you), or you can wander around and meet the others.

There's also a dining hall stocked with a rotating 24/7 buffet in celebration of the new honored guests. Somehow, your very favorite food is part of the rotation (or at least an attempted recreation of it given the limited technology available to the Thorneans). The town surrounding the castle is all abuzz as well, with most shops and services willing to give free samples of their wares to the new arrivals.

You may also notice that your sign is embroidered on your tunic: the same image you saw on the card from before with the name of the sign itself beneath it. If you ask the castle residents, they'll tell you a little bit about your sign (and will mostly stick to the positives, although some might point out the negatives).

Last (and, if you ask anyone else in the castle, least) there is a worn stone staircase leading underground to the dungeon. You can go there, if you wish, but all powers are restricted in the dungeons and spending too much time with the prisoners will lead to some suspicion being cast upon you. If you ask anyone why the prisoners are being held there, you'll be told that they pose a potential threat to the Kingdom (and, by extension, the entire world) and are awaiting trial.

Scenario Two: Imprisoned

"Drat," Ambrose says with a frown, "And here I thought we'd worked out all the kinks this time."

The High Mage looks up from his book, wide-eyed as he stumbles back. If you look behind you, you'll notice that in the time it took Ambrose to browse his book, the tarot card hanging behind you has reversed and is now hanging upside down. An apprentice runs to snatch it from the pillar and put it back with the rest of the deck.

The apprentices seem apprehensive, but Ambrose regains his composure and resists the urge to insult their newly summoned captive. Instead, he turns to the apprentices: "Get them clothed and we'll send them to await trial."

One of the apprentices drops a baggy, rough-feeling tunic, a pair of pants, and some worn sandals in your lap and glares down at you until you put them on (if you refuse, they'll tell you they can kick you back down that well if you don't want to cooperate).

Once you're fully clothed, another apprentice clamps some heavy iron shackles around your wrists and leads you on. The High Mage is far ahead of you already, muttering some long string of Thornean curses before he stands up straight and pauses, spinning to face you.

"One more thing," he says, holding one hand in the air and chanting something under his breath, "Can't have you getting too troublesome."

If you had powers, the slight connection you still had to them slips away completely and you're left with nothing as the four apprentices drag you towards the castle. Despite your prisoner status, they will answer your questions to the best of their ability.

Once you arrive at the castle you're brought to the dungeons and thrown into a locked cell. There are four people to a cell, and two sets of bunk beds with a thin and lumpy straw mattress. If you're over six feet tall, these beds are going to be awfully uncomfortable. You might as well meet your roommates. Once per day you're dragged out to an enclosed courtyard for one hour of recreation (with some crude weights, benches, and balls lying around but not much else), where you can meet the rest of the prisoners, but you can also talk to your immediate neighbors in the cells on either side and across the hallway. Just don't yell too much or the guards will snap at you to be quiet.

Everyone in the dungeon is fed one meal a day, and for a prison meal it's decent: a bit of meat, a bun, and a salad. It would seem that the Thornean chefs take too much pride in their craft to send bad food to the dungeons. The meals are all served in equal portions, though, so the smaller prisoners may be overfed and the larger ones may be getting hungry. Feel free to fight for food or share with your cellmates.

Crudely embroidered on the back of every prison tunic is the same image that was on your card and the name of the sign beneath it. A guard may explain a bit about the sign, and will be blunt and honest but not overly negative about it.

You may be blessed with a visit from one of the more welcomed newcomers, and they may sneak you some extra food or a small book to read or they may share some of the information they've gathered. The guards will even interfere if the honored guests are being overtly cruel to the prisoners from now on.




Questions


How many slots are open?
Currently, there are only four slots open for new players. We will process activity check before opening applications, so we will have a better idea of the exact count then. Existing players can apply for a second character withour restriction.

How do I choose a scenario for my character?
Pick whichever situation appeals to you most. Whether your character is honored or imprisoned has nothing to do with their personal morality, or how highly they regard themselves and their own accomplishments. Anyone can be put into either situation.

Can I try out both scenarios?
You can! But please keep in mind that only the one you eventually choose can be game canon, if you decide to keep any of your TDM threads.

What happens if my character refuses to comply with Ambrose?
Prisoners will be dragged against their will. Honored guests will be forgiven for their moment of panic or anger if they have one, and Ambrose and the apprentice mages will try to calm them and persuade them further. If they put up too much of a fight and/or start actively attacking anyone, Ambrose will warn them once that he's willing to put them back in the well where they came from (see below), and if they continue to fight he will make good on that promise.

My character intends on causing a lot of trouble (destroying parts of the castle, murdering the castle staff, etc.), what would happen to them?
Characters who make too much trouble for the mages and other staff would be thrown back in the well (which will mean drowning in the void, not returning home). Brawling with other PCs and causing minor damage is fine and will be greeted with a cranky attitude (if they are an honored guest) or a punishment like denial of food or temporary solitary confinement (if they are a prisoner), and there will be plenty of opportunity for destruction and murder later, but for now the Thorneans have no desire to keep huge liabilities around.

I want to wildcard a prompt or use one of the prompts from the original TDM that isn't on this one (eg. the library), can I do that?
Yes!

Is the power loss for the prisoners permanent?
No, although honored guests will regain their powers first due to the lack of interference from Ambrose, the prisoners will be able to regain theirs soon enough as well.

Can the prisoners talk about anything private, or will they be overheard at all times?
There are guards patrolling the dungeon, but they aren't always within earshot. Most of the attention is being focused on the new guests, so the prisoners will have some opportunities for privacy.

The first prisoners in June were just thrown in their cells without being told they are awaiting trial. Will they be told differently now that the new prisoners are here?
Yes, all prisoners new and old will be told that the Court has shown mercy on them and they will be given a fair trial sometime in August to determine their fate.

Whether or not that's actually true - and whether they believe it, even if it is - is another story, but they will all be informed.

Can my character leave the castle?
Honored guests can leave the castle itself, but cannot leave the surrounding town.

Can my character eventually side against Thorne if I choose to make them an honored guest/can they side with Thorne if I choose to imprison them?
For this TDM, it will be easier for welcomed characters to side with Thorne and for imprisoned characters to side with one of the other two factions, so we encourage you to take a look at the factions and see where you might want your character to go.

However, that is not set in stone and if you change your mind, characters in Scenario 1 will be able to betray Thorne, and characters in Scenario 2 can work themselves into Thorne's good graces.

How much will my choice of scenario affect my character's plot later on?
This choice will affect characters throughout August, but our August event will wrap up the honored guests vs. prisoners plotline, so your character won't be imprisoned for too long. This decision - and every other major decision you make in game! - will also be used to flavor some mod surprises that will be coming down the line.

Don't get too anxious about this choice, though; this is just one choice you'll get to make in a game that has a lot of them, and every character in both scenarios can work their way towards many, many individual goals and outcomes. You're not locking yourself out of anything in the future via the choice you made on the TDM. It will primarily impact the immediate future with the far-reaching effects being up to each player.

Are TDM threads mandatory for my application?
No, you may use other samples, but we encourage you to post to the TDM and get a feel for this game and its mechanics before you join. If you do not have a TDM thread you will still need to choose one of the two scenarios on your application.

What if I haven't settled on a sign yet?
You can ignore sign-related prompts if you're undecided (or try out different signs in different threads).


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coerthantorment: (23)

[personal profile] coerthantorment 2021-08-03 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
Perhaps Louis's world is even more different than he was anticipating. After a moment, Estinien shakes his head, gesturing with his hands to illustrate his point.

"Nay, that's not what I speak of. In this world, and my own, a beast would refer to a creature that is..." It's actually very hard to describe when this being has no concept of it. "One that does not think or act in a civilized way. One that could not act as men do, for they lack the capacity."

Beastmen are called as much due to a troubled history, but even so, the 'man' part of tht is important. It implies personhood, even if they act more like 'beasts' than how mankind considers themselves.

"You act as a man, even look like one, in all ways but the superficial. When the people here speak of animals and beasts, they mean creatures that cannot communicate as we do. They are unthinking... driven only by immediate need to feed, sleep, and mate. You are not an animal as these people understand it."
unnecessaryflourishes: (why *yes*.  I can help if you want)

[personal profile] unnecessaryflourishes 2021-08-03 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
[There's a brief blink at the sound of a voice he knows. One he knows surprisingly well, given that he's spent no small amount of time following her around various different parts of the First. But that she should be here, now, is... actually less unexpected than he might have first thought. Where else but a strange new world might the Warrior of Light have found herself?

(That she's been imprisoned is a little more unexpected, but he figures those details are ones he can ask after later.)]


Whyever can't it?

[If he's an illusion rather than himself in truth, it's one that certainly sounds like him, and the casual (if slouchy) air with which he holds himself as he makes his way over nearer to her cell is likewise exactly as she no doubt remembers it.]
gruesome: (Grue - Reading)

[personal profile] gruesome 2021-08-03 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Not... many things." One hand wanders, touching the blankets, the turned wood of the bed post, the tunic he's wearing with its embroidered Empress. "Nothing like the humans here. But your people do?"
coerthantorment: (70)

[personal profile] coerthantorment 2021-08-03 06:17 am (UTC)(link)
I merely said what you are. If you consider that much intolerant...

[Estinien isn't particularly moved by the Garlean's offense, but he does at least note that he should probably at least enquire about his loyalties. Still, if this man was a deserter, he imagines that is the first thing he would say. There was a reason people like Lucia went out of their way to hide their third eyes.]

...Then tell me this. Do you still swear allegiance to your homeland?
productid4: (Oh no puppy eyes)

[personal profile] productid4 2021-08-03 06:17 am (UTC)(link)
Louis furrows his brow and his ears twitch in thought. Something that completely lacks the capacity to communicate with others? Something that only considers food, sleep, and sex?

"...Like insects, you mean?" He thinks that's the only category of creatures that he knows of which fit that description. Mindless things so small and insignificant that no one except someone like Legoshi cares about them. Herbivores aren't even bothered particularly if carnivores eat them.

"Non-humans behave like... insects where you come from?" He's having difficulty conceptualizing it. It's hard to imagine what a mindless society of animals would look like.

Or maybe he can imagine it.

"I suppose there's precedent for that where I come from. Carnivores addicted to meat become mindless." He's seen them with their hollow eyes and wide, drooling mouths, snapping at him even as the lions beat them to death. Even so, they were thinking people once, and maybe they could be again if they can ever overcome their fiendish appetite. But he supposes they can't in this world the creature is describing, this world he's in right now. Carnivores too unintelligent to overcome their monstrous nature, and herbivores too unintelligent to resist them. It's... horrifying.
productid4: (Oh you poor stupid creature)

[personal profile] productid4 2021-08-03 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
Interesting. More information to file for later. Grue are not savvy when making tools.

"Yes, my people do," he allows. "We've built all the things I've seen here so far, and more. Minus the magic, I suppose."
coerthantorment: (103)

[personal profile] coerthantorment 2021-08-03 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
There's a lot to consider here, further complicated that Louis is talking about 'carnivores' despite the fact that he's established that all the animals in his world are people. What does that mean? Whatever it is, it sounds terrible.

"Insects would be even lesser than beasts," he clarifies. "For the most part. While animals as I know them cannot think far beyond their next meal, they may show affection for each other and human caretakers. Even loyalty. Insects, however, seem to think of very little."

Estinien does actually have respect for animals and beasts, especially the ones that can be trained to live alongside man, though the nuances of that were lost in his effort to make his point.

"...Are you saying that the hunters of your society still feed upon their fellows?"
productid4: (Let me put you in your place)

[personal profile] productid4 2021-08-03 06:40 am (UTC)(link)
Animals here can show affection and loyalty? Hm. Louis really doesn't know what to think of all this, but he'd like to see what these animals look like. He hopes they don't look just like his classmates, just naked and nuzzling in between bouts of eating each other.

Although the thought is interrupted by the question.

"...Are you saying they don't where you come from?" That's interesting. Also... he can't tell if it's relieving or frustrating. Relieving, perhaps, to be around people who aren't always fighting the urge to eat each other, but frustrated that something so fundamental to his understanding of the world may not really apply here. Do humans want to eat him? Are they carnivores or herbivores? Should he be sleeping with a gun when he has human roommates?

"...It's illegal for carnivores to eat meat," he allows. "But it doesn't stop many of them." Most of them, really. "They have predatory instincts, and it takes willpower and vigilance to fight against them. Not all carnivores are up to that challenge, and some will slip and devour their herbivore friends or colleagues. Do humans have those instincts?"
not_caroline: (the fuckn AUDACITY)

[personal profile] not_caroline 2021-08-03 06:41 am (UTC)(link)
She raises an eyebrow right back when he does, and giggles again when he turns his nose up at her, like she's below his meagre attention.

"You came into my room, mate, don't blame me just because you're the nerd who left after he started getting too offended to bother arguing back." She moves off her bed somewhat, sitting on the edge with both legs dangling over the side. "Don't let anyone trip you on the way out, I really doubt anyone wants sour venison."
productid4: (I'm in the important chair)

[personal profile] productid4 2021-08-03 06:55 am (UTC)(link)
"It's my room as well, now." He doesn't bother looking at her as he gets up, making sure to get up in one smooth motion as if he's been using a crutch his whole life. It hurts, but he'll be damned if he shows it.

He doesn't react at all to the jab about venison. He's been living with large carnivores wanting him dead for years. But it's definitely an escalation in her rhetoric, and he's dealt with enough carnivores to take threats of predation seriously. They're supposed to be sleeping in the same room, after all--like that'll ever happen.

"I don't see arguing with children to be a good use of my time." He waves absently in her direction without looking at her as he walks to the door. She's not worth his notice, not worth the respect of keeping an eye on her, even after showing off her fancy weapon and implicitly threatening to eat him. At least, that's what he wants her to think he believes. "Go on and tell yourself you won an argument. I'm sure that's all you'll accomplish today, so treasure it."
coerthantorment: (89)

[personal profile] coerthantorment 2021-08-03 06:56 am (UTC)(link)
Well, what the fuck.

Naturally, this must be a lot for Louis to take in, if that's really what he's grown up dealing with. It's a lot for Estinien to consider - the idea of being drawn to a world where it's considered normal for half of its population to want to eat the other... he can't say he would appreciate the experience. Mankind has enough problems as it is.

"Nay," he says carefully. "To eat thinking beings, let alone your own countrymen, is mayhap the least natural impulse there is."

Even dragons don't consider eating children of man normal, despite being from another planet.
not_caroline: (smile for the cams)

[personal profile] not_caroline 2021-08-03 07:03 am (UTC)(link)
And a rock gets winged at the back of Louis's head with shocking accuracy. It's only a pebble, but it's a good hit - and somehow, it also completely knocks the wind out of him, like he's been punched in the diaphragm. No pain, apart from the back of his head, just a sudden, vicious emptiness in his lungs.

It only bounces once off the wooden floor but it's scooped up again with unerring dexterity by Coraline, as she sweeps past him on her way into the doorway first, and turns to look at him again, a fresh smug grin all over her face.

"I got what I wanted." Then she winks at him, steps backwards into a beam of sunlight and-- disappears. Just like that.

Someone refuses to take the high road.
productid4: (Excuse me what was that)

[personal profile] productid4 2021-08-03 07:04 am (UTC)(link)
That... sounds fake.

"So... you're saying that humans don't feel any urge to eat each other. And they wouldn't feel any urge to eat you or me? Or... you them?"

He... doesn't know what to do with that. He should feel good, shouldn't he? Like a weight is off of him? But... what does he do with himself if he's not constantly fighting to survive? What is there to life if there aren't beautiful contradictory carnivores loving him and in some small part wanting to eat him at the same time?

...Wow, that last thought needs to go into a dark closet somewhere. Having his leg eaten has addled his brain, clearly. Maybe love without danger and fangs has turned bland for him.
coerthantorment: (57)

[personal profile] coerthantorment 2021-08-03 07:20 am (UTC)(link)
This deer man seems somewhat distraught about all of this, and Estinien is inclined to be sympathetic, temporarily having forgotten about the fact that Louis is a guest and he is a prisoner. He doesn't really know what can be said about this, but...

"Mankind does hunt and eat the animals of their own worlds... but no. They would not eat a person such as you, or me. You could not reasonably be mistaken for the animals here. The physical differences are as substantial as the mental."

Louis ultimately has very human-like proportions. Even if he were to forgo clothing and speech, it would be a less than natural sight.
productid4: (Let me put you in your place)

[personal profile] productid4 2021-08-03 07:23 am (UTC)(link)
Louis would swear when he's hit by a rock, but he has no breath to do so. For a terrifying moment, he wonders if he's underestimated the brat, if perhaps she has wrapped arms around his chest so tight and so suddenly he can't breathe.

But then the air is back, and he's able to look at the brat, and she has a smug smile and a quip before she just... disappears.

He doesn't know if she's... watching. Louis makes a show of brushing himself off.

"Yes, I do see why she doesn't have any friends," he murmurs just loud enough to be heard if she's still in the room before leaving. No, he will not show how shaken he is. He will not show how terrifying that was. She doesn't have the teeth (and likely not the jaw strength) to devour him, but she does have a sword, and she could have killed him.

The little brat is a threat, and likely will escalate. Which means he's going to need to head to the library, start learning more about this world, and find a gun. She's small, possibly a child of the species, but he has no qualms shooting a child in the face if it tries to eat him.
productid4: (Oh no puppy eyes)

[personal profile] productid4 2021-08-03 07:38 am (UTC)(link)
This should really be good news. It means that he can let his guard down somewhat, doesn't it?

He just feels so... wrong about it. Like there's something deeply unnatural about not being surrounded by people who simultaneously want to protect him and want to eat him. Like he's lost something important to him somehow.

"This will... take some getting used to."

Louis tries really hard to maintain his neutral expression, but he's clearly shaken. It's so strange. He wanted so badly to create a world where no one had to go through what he did, and he's handed it on a silver platter. Why isn't he happy?

"Understand, the tension between herbivores and carnivores... it's fundamental to my society. It's the underpinning of... everything, I suppose." Everything. From how they build their infrastructure, to how they structure their education, to how they interact and self-segregate and intermingle... everything. But he shouldn't go on at length about it, should he? He wants to act like this doesn't really matter to him, like nothing is ever really more than a small obstacle to simply step over and continue on his way.

As he thinks, his stump of a leg twitches, waving in the air uncomfortably like he's shifting his weight.
finsta: (one for sorrow)

[personal profile] finsta 2021-08-03 08:00 am (UTC)(link)
Hi! I apologize if I missed this somewhere in existing information. If a character in canon was psychologically or physically dependent on substances (e.g., designer drugs, alcohol) not available in this universe (or during imprisonment), would they potentially undergo withdrawal (possibly toned down from lethal, but with significant symptoms)? Or would they be absolved of those consequences, along the lines of 'revival from dying?'

Be well!
fallen_cetra: (the rain has gone//and taken you from me)

[personal profile] fallen_cetra 2021-08-03 08:19 am (UTC)(link)
I've had worse! Nothing's broken so I should be all right.

[Though her nose scrunches a little as she touches the tender place on the back of her head.]

It's nothing serious, I'm just not used to exploring actual castles.

[Aerith somehow manages not to stare at Himeka's scales, or her horns, or her tail. Rather it's the way her eyes glow in the dim torchlight, her limnal rings almost eerie. Still, Aerith shoots one last glance back up the stairwell before trotting over, an air of mischief about her as she sneaks close enough to Himeka's cell to lean against the bars.]

So, do they just bully cute girls around here or did you get caught doing something exciting?
Edited 2021-08-03 08:19 (UTC)
neverlight: (012; (we’ve got blood to spill))

[personal profile] neverlight 2021-08-03 08:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ His grin broadens. Yeah, that's the reaction he wanted. Give him that mythos, make sure it's established that he's someone you don't want to fuck with. Who knows what he's capable of? ]

Sure did. I needed the reset; seemed as good a place as any.

[ He says it all casual-like, both to add to his image and because, well, for him it was going to be casual. It's not like Brad has had the softest life ever — he's familiar with manual labour and hard work from farm life, even though it's been a while — but that'd be where his and Julie's backgrounds would diverge. No familiarity with anyone who's actually been locked up, nor with violent or drug-related crimes. He'd be hilariously out of his depth with the kind of jail she's thinking of, so it's a good thing that was never an option. ]

I guess I'm not most people. [ A pause. He can concede a point — there is such a thing as biting off more than he can chew. ] It's probably not the greatest thing that jail was the best place for me, but I was ready for it. Too bad I won't get the experience, but those are the breaks.

[ This alternative suits him just as well. ]
fallen_cetra: (Dark Fae)

[personal profile] fallen_cetra 2021-08-03 08:33 am (UTC)(link)
That just means we can explore together! It's always more fun going on adventures when you have friends with you, right?

[The smile could be almost blinding, the warmth bleeding off it as she clasped her hands behind herself and leaned forward, tilting to peer up at him as her braid slid over her shoulder.]

Besides, it's an actual castle, and I don't know about you, but those were pretty rare where I came from. Which means this is a proper adventure.

[And if she could travel with someone, it would mean the horrible, deafening silence in her head would be drowned out for a while. Or at least she certainly hoped it would.]
finsta: (omg)

Max Wolfe 💊 Gossip Girl 💊 The Lovers

[personal profile] finsta 2021-08-03 09:46 am (UTC)(link)
cw classist nonsense, tw implied/non-graphic drug/alcohol use, underage sex, pornography

scenario 2;
[a new record for miserable and terrified, badly in want of intoxication. that's twice in a matter of days. but max wolfe is nothing if not strategically avoidant, so he pushes against the guards while intuiting better than to throw a punch, then makes his share of problematic jokes as he's manhandled off to a fucking dungeon, and not the kind you put on your amex.]

So. Anyone care to form a gang? [his voice is very droll and there's an articulate little gesture of one hand to go with it.] I propose we unite as murderously gorgeous brunettes, but you'd look lovely with highlights.
food but mostly drink;
[what are the thread count on these clothes? five? he made a cutting comment about that some hours ago but none of his fellow prisoners visibly appreciated it (he had his eyes closed under burlap; by visible we mean 'vocally'), and he's been trying to will himself out of this bad trip since. kind of.

not really. he's had enough bad trips to know one.

but he is sick of laying on this shitty stick for bones cot, so the rattling delivery of foodstuff is an acceptable distraction, to the extent anything in here is even remotely acceptable. he sits up, drags his fingers through his hair. he looked a little rough for a seventeen-year-old back home; here, he's a fucking mess, his debonair airs peeling like cheap wallpaper.]


Does anyone by any chance know how to make 'toilet wine?' Or is that a homeworld classic?
weights;
[fine dining this has not been. but there's been enough recognizable beans and carbs in the mush for max to know he needs to get it to his arms if he doesn't want it hanging out of his gut. so here he is. lifting weights in a medieval prison yard because that's his life right now.

gay pornography failed to prepare him for the realities of interdimensional captivity and mixed gender genpop. he's doing his best not to look worried, which mostly results in an insufferable and/or sexual expression on his face as he eyes the rest of you shady characters and the dumbbell goes up, down, up, down, worked by the respectable, coconut-sized bicep he's nurturing. gauging the approach of a fellow inmate, he opts to keep pumping.]


Five minutes and you can have 'em. I can't turn out lopsided or my dick starts to lean left.
wildcard;
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ibram_gaunt: (Default)

[personal profile] ibram_gaunt 2021-08-03 11:45 am (UTC)(link)

"We can live a very long time. Even longer, with rejuvenat."

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[personal profile] gruesome 2021-08-03 03:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, we have magic. A little bit of magic. I am named Some." He touches his chest with a spread hand. "And I am the short path for my tribe. Was," he adds, with a twist of guilt.
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[personal profile] princessvegas 2021-08-03 04:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Well, she's sure it works on uptight yuppies who are afraid of criminals. Julie happens to be kin with the kind of white trash that blow up their trailers cooking meth, or who get super racist tattoos.

Not close kin, but she's from the armpit of the Midwest. That rotten fruit is definitely in the family tree. ]


Guess not. What were you gonna do to get thrown away? Armed robbery? Distribution? You don't strike me as a murderer, plus that ain't exactly "new start" sentencing.

[ Although she does think he seems infinitely more capable of killing people than her boyfriend, a convicted death row murderer who had to be pushed into killing a heretic. So her gaze is definitely more appraising than one might expect.

Julie's life is real weird. ]
hopticulture: (get that mean girls shit outta here)

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[personal profile] hopticulture 2021-08-03 04:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Haru's used to being dealt a bad hand when it comes to life and living conditions. A small female rabbit, after all, doesn't have much of a chance in her world compared to larger herbivores or even small carnivores, but she makes do. It sucks, finding herself in a strange place with strange animals, everything feeling way too real to be a dream. But at least being imprisoned offers some quiet time to sit and think and get over the culture shock after however many days she's been stuck here, losing track of time beyond the singular meals (stomach churning at the offering of meat) signifying any significant passage of time.

What's unexpected, however, is hearing a familiar voice; someone she hasn't seen or heard from in a long time, someone she's worried about and got little answers about. He's still as childishly rude as ever, and she assumes he hasn't actually seen her when he snaps his fingers at her cell.

She's sitting on the top bunk, the rest of it empty for now, legs dangling off the side as she looks directly in Louis's line of sight.

"No clue." There's an edge to her voice, trying to not sound too happy to see him but...she is. "I could ask you the same, Louis."
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