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TEST DRIVE MEME #5

TEST DRIVE MEME

Welcome to the fifth 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 three 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 Setting pages are full of information on the world of Abraxas, and an overview of the story so far can be found on 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, no matter which faction they are received in. For more information on Ambrose and the apprentice mages, Marlo, and Rowan, please see our NPCs page.

You can also find answers to questions asked on previous TDMs in their respective questions threads— 1, 2, 3, and 4.

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.

Scenario One: Welcome to Thorne

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 bearing 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.

"One moment," he says, not bothering to look up from the tome. He looks tired. "I am Ambrose Rhett, the High Mage of the Kingdom of Thorne. We’ll explain everything in a moment, but for now, please calm down. You’re completely fine."

Regardless of your response, he keeps flipping through the pages, until he stops on one specific passage, stares at it for a moment, and then sighs with relief:

"Finally!"

Ambrose's expression brightens, relief visible across his features. 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 says, closing the book and approaching you with a sort of worn-out relief. “I was beginning to believe we’d never get it exactly right.”

Now that he's not hunching over the book, he doesn't seem quite so stuffy and inapproachable. The apprentices all seem to visibly relax, 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," 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 (those who were previously brought in 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 most of the cells stand empty.

Scenario Two: Welcome to Cadens

You find yourself pulled from the water by a pair of strong hands. Dry warmth hits you at once as you're set on a warm hard floor. As your senses return you realize you're on dull ruddy stone and surrounded by strangers. Men and women in unfamiliar uniforms of brown and red leather stand in a semi-circle around a small pool of water. The very pool you were just pulled from. The water is still now, rimmed in pale gold tiles with odd symbols etched into them. Across it on the far side is a raised pedestal with a card propped on it. The card bears an arcana symbol.

You feel weak. Drained. Any abilities or magical powers you have seem far away and impossible to access. You're in what looks like a cave lit by dozens and dozens of torches set into the wall. There's no furniture or decoration to be seen besides the pool. It's almost uncomfortably warm and there's the sound of rushing wind somewhere in the distance. Flickering shadows obscure the faces of the guards. A robed woman stands off to the side, looking at you anxiously and then to the authoritative woman standing before you. She's grinning, dressed in a fancier uniform than the others. There's a sword at her hip. A guard covers you with a blanket and returns to their place in the semi-circle.

The woman with the sword gives a nod of approval and smiles warmly.

"Sorry about the circumstances."

She gives you a good hard look before standing again.

"Take a minute, catch your breath, you've had quite a shock. Take it nice and easy. I'm Prime Minister Marlo Reiner and you're in The Free Cities. That nice lady over there will explain everything to you and get you settled." A nod to the robed woman off to the side.

Marlo Reiner steps back and the robed mage approaches to help you up.

"Come with me, please." She brings you out of the cave through a corridor that angles upwards until you emerge in what looks like some kind of storage facility. Shelves of wooden boxes and cloth bags line them, unidentifiable parts of what might be machines are tucked into corners and propped against shelving units. "This is one of the Free Cities' outposts," the mage explains as she leads you. "We're honored to have you with us, I'm sure you have many questions but please save them. You need to recover!"

You'll learn you're in the Cadens Desert Outpost 003, a military outpost on the outskirts of Cadens city. You're brought to a room in the barracks that's been prepared. Each barracks room is rather sparse and utilitarian. Six simple beds set against the wall, three on each side of the room, each with a trunk at the foot of it. You're told the world is in a delicate and dangerous times and you're needed to help. You're important, you're told, and they're very grateful you're here.

You're asked to stay close for the time being, but to make yourself at home. The outpost is more a proper military base than the name implies, with full facilities. The barracks have a communal bathing room at the end of the hall, with curtains that can be pulled around the individual raised round tubs for privacy. There's a mess hall that has food available from sun up till a few hours after sundown. You're even encouraged to make use of the training grounds, if you'd like, with non-lethal training weapons available for use and obstacle courses set up. And the city of Cadens is only a couple of hours away by wagon - though you're asked initially to please be back at the outpost within a few hours of the sun going down.

For your own safety.

Scenario Three: Welcome to Solvunn

The feeling of floating is the first sense that comes to you as the edges of unconsciousness start to ebb. Sunlight filters through the rippling water as you open your eyes, making you squint. Before you have the chance to panic and inhale, firm hands grasp your arms and pull you to the surface of the water. Moments later, soft warmth is wrapped around your shoulders as you're guided on unsteady legs out of a pool of water. You're lowered to the soft grass. Men and women in simple garments with lavish embroidery stand by, waiting with bated breath, glancing seriously at an old man in an ornate robe. He holds an old leather-bound book in one hand and in the other is a card bearing an arcana symbol. His eyes move quickly over the page, and he mumbles idly to himself.

Any strength you may have possessed feels as though it has slipped through your fingers. Any abilities or magical powers you have don't come to the surface no matter how hard you try. You're in a grassy clearing in the midst of a circle of large stone slabs stacked to look like doorways. In the middle is the same glimmering pool you were just pulled from. A gentle breeze blows through, carrying the scent of flowers and herbs from an ornately decorated altar set off in front of one of the stone doorways. The mage closes his book and steps out of the water, addressing a matronly old woman. Behind her are two younger people, a rough-looking man, and a meek young girl, both of whom are also watching the mage.

“I detect no ill will from the gods, it seems we've been blessed with success.” Those that had gathered all breathe a sigh of relief and now seem pleased.

The old woman smiles and steps forward, offering to take your hands and help you stand. “Any gift the gods give us is one we will happily take. I'm certain you have many questions, and they will all be answered in time. For now, rest and know you will be taken care of.”

She pats the top of your hand and steps away with a serene smile, letting one of the others come forward with some clothes that seem to fit you perfectly. The rough-looking man from before steps forward once you're decent and motions with his head outside of the stone circle. His speech is informal, his consonants harsh.

“Hold your horses, I can see all those questions coming about! Rowan March, at your service. I'm one of the council members of Solvunn. There's a lot to discuss, but it's best talked about over a hot meal.” He leads you to a horse-drawn carriage and helps you up into the back. He talks the entire ride to the settlement.

You find out you are in the Primary Settlement, the first of three that make up Solvunn's great territory. The settlement is situated between two lakes and is humming with life. You're brought to the center of town and escorted to an apartment above one of the establishments in town. Rowan explains that the living conditions are temporary if you'd like them to be, that local families would also be happy to host you in their home. That there are others like you who have also taken up residence within the three settlements. You're told that the world hangs upon the brink of disaster and that there are those in this world that are happy to see it fall to ruin with their meddling.

You're important. The gods have graced them with your presence. They're delighted you're here. Welcome to Solvunn.

Everything you need has been provided in this humble apartment, and if it hasn't, there are shops that line the streets and a marketplace in the center of town. Owners of some establishments or stalls are more than happy to give out samples or barter with your time for their goods. Babysitting can be a very lucrative business. You're told of the other settlements, that they'd like you to stay here for now, but if you can find a family to host you, the secondary and tertiary settlements are best to get to with an escort.

There are tales of travelers visiting the secondary settlement without invitation disappearing without a trace. The gods are as hungry as they are protective, young traveler.

You’ll find that there are more than enough activities to throw yourself into to better settle into your new life in Solvunn. Work is done in the first part of the day so that families can spend the rest of it together in leisure and work on their crafts - whatever those may be. For those children who are not of school age, they need nannies or storytellers, and there’s always a gaggle of them running about unsupervised. Families with livestock can always take a spare hand, especially since farms are so spread out, they have a tendency to wander. Whatever skills you may possess can always be of use to the community or to honor the gods.

If any of these options are no good for your lifestyle, the main roads between settlements can always use a bit of monster clean-up… just make sure you don’t go alone.




Questions


How many slots are open?
Currently, there are 23 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 without restriction.

How do I choose a scenario for my character?
Pick whichever situation appeals to you most. Which faction your character is drawn into has nothing to do with their personal morality, beliefs, or how highly they regard themselves and their own accomplishments. Anyone can be put into any one of the situations.

Can I try out more than one scenario?
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 the NPCs?
They will be forgiven for their moment of panic or anger if they have one, and the faction leaders will try to calm them and persuade them further. If they put up too much of a fight and/or start actively attacking anyone, they will be warned once that everyone is willing to put them back in the well where they came from (see below), and if they continue to fight they will make good on that promise.

My character intends on causing a lot of trouble (destroying parts of the cities, murdering the NPCs, etc.), what would happen to them?
Characters who make too much trouble for the mages and other NPCs 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 and intervention from various NPC guards, and there will be plenty of opportunity for destruction and murder later, but for now the Abraxans have no desire to keep huge liabilities around.

I want to wildcard a prompt or use one of the prompts from an earlier TDM that isn't on this one (eg. the library), can I do that?
Yes, in terms of the settings. As Thorne is no longer imprisoning any newcomers, that option is no longer applicable.

Is the power loss for characters permanent?
No, but it does take a week or so for their powers to be back in full, and certain powers (determined on a case-by-case basis) may require nerfs. If your character has world-breaking powers, please discuss with the mods what modifications may be necessary.

Can my character leave the bounds of the faction?
In Thorne, characters can leave the castle but not the city. In Cadens, they can take a trip from the outpost to the city. In Solvunn, they can explore the entirety of the Primary Settlement.

Can my character eventually change factions?
Yes. While the faction borders are currently closed, there will opportunities in the future for characters to relocate. For the time being, they are stuck where they are.

How much will my choice of scenario affect my character's plot later on?
This choice will determine where your character initially lives as well as the bias of the information they receive from NPCs (although other PCs can and most likely will give it to them a bit more straight). 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 every scenario 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 three 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).

Can my character go to the Horizon?
First time visitors to the Horizon must be taken there by other characters, through either shared meditation or a physical journey to the Singularity, and all first-timers experience memory loss. For the purposes of the TDM, we suggest against using the Horizon.

What about making use of the network?
Much like Horizon they would need to be introduced to it by another PC, as no NPCs would be aware of the network or be able to access it. Because of this we would advise against using this mechanic for TDM top-levels.


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[personal profile] sealingpower 2022-01-22 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
Oh!

[The one who had been watching him happened to be Zelda as she sensed something familiar.

And now she's on her rear in the dirt, looking up at him.]


My apologies, I shouldn't have been staring...
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[personal profile] exoterminator 2022-01-22 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ She can reach but as for what book he specifically wants, well, he's too short, isn't he? His consideration for asking for the ladder seems more trouble and effort than it's worth; that is, asking is something people with good etiquette and social manners would do.

Samus considers Thancred again with a cant of her head, sizing him up more considerately, looking specifically his back and shoulders... then lower. Yes if she goes for there that should give adequate height and stability.

Selecting her target she casually grabs him at the hips, securely grips, and then lifts.
]
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[personal profile] exoterminator 2022-01-22 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ A military base is something Samus navigates with an uncomfortable old familiarity. She's eager for that wagon out of here, for better answers as to how and why she's here and why her suit isn't, but for the time being she must be patient. The combination of being in a barracks, of being unable to hold a conversation with Reiner for more than a few minutes before being interrupted by someone or something else, the guards bustling here and there giving little sense of privacy builds into a lot of energy and frustration she brings with her, naturally, to the training grounds.

After she broke one training dummy, she felt marginally better. Mostly because that did a good job of clearing out the rest of the training area, spare a few individuals. She goes a little easier on training dummy #2, and will tolerate some quiet company, even if it's near by. Soon enough, however, the company is not quiet.

Samus pretends to ignore Viktor for a few long moments until she can feel his eyes on her. One of her punches aimed at the dummy's chest hits its neck instead. It's head snaps back and threatens to fall off.
]

It had a symbol. [ She relents finally, a little annoyed, but quietly and quickly regains composure. ] One of many around here.
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[personal profile] exoterminator 2022-01-22 06:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ Samus had been here for only a few days but learned good work was in Secondary settlement, and best to spend it in Primary settlement. Much as she yo-yos between wanting to isolate in the woods, another part of her enjoyed seeing all the children around, especially when released from school. Or released into her legs, apparently.

She's unmoved, steady like a tree. Link is cast her shadow as she holds a bale of hay over her shoulder. There's some scuffs of dirt on her forearms and dappled in her Solvunn-provided clothes is some white fur, probably goat.
]

Careful, there. [ She's more concerned about him so she leans down and hooks her hand under his armpit and gently pulls him up. She lingers there long enough to get a closer look at his face--he seems fine. Kids are stronger and more resilient than most let on. She draws back to her height, seemingly unaffected by that bale of hay still on her shoulder. Still, better to ask. ] Are you alright?
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[personal profile] flame_emperor 2022-01-22 06:49 am (UTC)(link)
Edelgard nods. That makes sense, cutting off access to the private quarters of whoever rules here. "Then we should learn the lay of the castle and as much of its history as we can." She decides.

"And we should explore the surrounding area as well. A castle this size will need a town to support it." She looks around the quarters. "And these rooms may not be private for long." Meaning they need new lodgings, as quick as possible. She does not wish to be dependent on her hosts good graces to have a place to rest.

Sound, rational, and distrustful. It's a good plan to start, but Edelgard rests her head in the crook of Byleth's neck.

"Not exactly how I pictured the start of our life together." She admits. Especially since they both understand the need to downplay their relationship to each other. In public, at least.
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[personal profile] flame_emperor 2022-01-22 06:55 am (UTC)(link)
Edelgard nods. "Thank you Ingrid, please." An actual drink is a good idea now that she's not drowning anymore.

"But only if you have some as well." She insists. Ingrid had just admitted she was holding it together only slightly better than Edelgard was. "I appreciate your concern Ingrid, but you need to look after yourself as well. It won't do for one of my best knights to exhaust herself."

She smiles thinly as she says this, an attempt at humour.
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[personal profile] flame_emperor 2022-01-22 07:01 am (UTC)(link)
A fact that does not escape Edelgard's notice. "That depends on the activities. Here, this way." She motions down a hall and starts walking.

"I was on my way to the library. There is a lot about our hosts I wish to know." Of course, narratives controlled by Thorne will always be weighted in their favour, but even then it can be helpful to go through, so long as one remembers to keep their objectivity. Happily, skepticism comes naturally to her.

"Edelgard von Hresvelg." She adds with a polite nod to Dante.
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[personal profile] flame_emperor 2022-01-22 07:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Possibly, but it feels a bit too neat to me." Edelgard hums to herself. Why would a castle be afraid to admit they have prisoners? "They have been very welcoming though. Anytime I attempt to speak with one of the apprentice mages I can barely squeeze a word in between all the questions." Just excitement or a deliberate tactic?

"It's possible. One wonders if they were concerned of what we might see, or what we might hear." Troubling either way. "I take it since we both have more questions than answers that we are both new arrivals, then?" She asks.
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[personal profile] hegemonwings 2022-01-22 07:29 am (UTC)(link)
Byleth hums in agreement to the initial suggestion and closes her eyes—though that last comment when Edelgard leans in closer gets a little laugh, a teasing smile flickering over her lips.

"Really? Falling through the void is how I always thought we might elope, El," Byleth chuckles, briefly tightening her hold, "but the castle was a surprise."

She goes quiet for a moment, considering. "We'll have to think of our options for making money... especially without relying on the castle." They're both skilled and capable people, after all. There are no shortage of contract jobs Byleth might be able to take up, she thinks. Still, if they want to do this right, then perhaps...

"Maybe you could take your painting back up? I know you hadn't expected to find much time for it, but..."
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[personal profile] techmaturgy 2022-01-22 05:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[Viktor keeps to himself, for the most part, but there's still an ulterior motive here, which is that people watching (ugh) is just as valuable a source of information as anything else. Multitasking is easy, too, and he spends his time copying notes from one book or another as he watches fellow arrivals spar in his periphery. It's not long, however, before the training grounds empty a little, apparently because someone is going absolutely bonkers on one of the training dummies.

He understands the need to blow off steam. Obliterating the mannequin and then decapitating the next one speaks to a particular anger that may not be so dissimilar from his own (just, you know, expressed in a different way). Possibly she's not in the mood to have a conversation, but they're all in the same boat. If nothing else, she's intriguing.

That is, however, kind of an evasive non-answer, but he expects to pry, given what he's observed of her general demeanor. It's fine. He can't really blame anyone for hostility, at this juncture.
]

Yes, so I've come to understand. I'm asking if you recognized it.
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[personal profile] meiren 2022-01-22 05:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Thorne; Castle, Library

[ Zhou Zishu is not unconvinced that this is the afterlife. Not one he's ever heard of, but he can't imagine where else he might have ended up after going off a cliff with zero hesitation. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, chasing after a falling body without regret. But now he's been pulled out of a fountain, given scandalously few layers to wear, and been marked with a symbol he doesn't understand. Perhaps there is a hell of confusion, and no one's ever told him about it.

There are explanations that clarify exactly nothing, and in the end Zhou Zishu goes with his training--find information for himself. He walks as much of the castle he's allowed, then spends significant time considering finding ways into the places is isn't allowed. Locked doors are no real impediment, but magic is an unknown. He may spend a little too long lingering in corridors, trying to get a sense of what is surmountable and what is breakable.

And then he stumbles across the library. And all but moves in. In no time at all he's amassed an impressive pile of books on just about every subject possible, and seems intent on reading all of them. Did you want one? Prepare to be met with an arched eyebrow, no matter how deep in his reading he seemed a moment ago. ]


Cadens; Training Yard

[ They tell him his strength will return in time. Zhou Zishu very politely keeps any doubts to himself, but this wouldn't be much of a punishment if he could face it at full power.

Still, for all that it looks nothing like what he's used to, a military encampment still pulls at certain habits. He finds himself moving to an empty of the training grounds, the practice sword in his hand a bit dubious but better than nothing. He just holds it for a few moments, trying to gauge the weight and balance before settling in to begin moving through sword forms.

He starts off slow, testing his body as much as the unfamiliar weapon. Figuring out what he is and isn't capable of has been a hard-won lesson the last year or so. Unfortunately, so has ignoring those limitations. The steps of this dance are as familiar as breathing and he lets himself fall into the patterns until his movements are nearly a blur.

Being that deep in concentration does mean that he's running on instinct, though, and sensing someone moving nearby is enough to have those instincts turn dangerous. In a flash, he's darting towards the approaching person, though he does come back to himself just in time to pull the sword strike.

Zhou Zishu is still for a moment, sword outstretched, as his mind attempts to catch up with his body, but after a breath he shifts to catch the hilt between both hands, blade pointed downward as he bows slightly. ]


My apologies.

Solvuun; Babysitting

[ The former assassin is probably not anyone's first choice as a child-minder, but he's even more useless at farming so here they are. He'd eyed the gaggle of small children he was apparently now in charge of like he was searching for weaknesses, and most of them had eyed him right back. So they understand each other, at least.

With a lack of any better ideas, Zhou Zishu falls back on what he knows. Somehow, he's managed to arrange his small charges into something approaching neat lines, and he moves between them with a critical eye. ]


Stand straight. Knees bent. [ His tone is brusque, and though none of the children seem particularly impressed with the commands, they do at least follow along. Still, he's almost surprisingly gentle as he helps one small girl arrange herself, hands pressed to her shoulders. ] Find your balance.

[ He steps back as the group slowly begins attempting the small movements he's taught them with varying levels of coordination. They are all trying, at least, and he can't help a very small smile. An expression that immediately vanishes as he registers someone coming up behind him, though the amusement is still there. ]

You're welcome to join.

[ The slightly dry offer is given before he turns to glance over his shoulder, but the minute his back is turned some of his orderly lines have already begun to collapse. Ah well. ]

Wildcard

[ I haven't decided on a specific arrival yet, so feel free to throw me anything! If you want to plan something, shoot me a line. I'm open to pretty much anything. ]

[personal profile] lackingtalent 2022-01-22 05:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ooc; tyvm for the confirmation! and eeee, zelda ♥]

[The flowers, multicolored weeds really, are certainly not the best they could have be. That's for certain. The sun's more or less gone now- leaving a stain of faint gold behind within a backdrop of darkening pink... yet the various blossoms, all erratically placed, disparately coloured, show no indication of closing yet.

In his world, they'd be deemed useless. Too small to provide much in the way of pollination, too stupid to know when to indulge in a spot of nyctinastism. They'd likely be dead when winter came. ...Or are they only here to protect the soil from the sun?

But oh. He's being spoken to. He turns his head. A young woman, it seems.
]

Oh, I apologize! Is this your field?

[There's enough farmland around, after all. Perhaps he's on land that belonged to someone.]
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[personal profile] sealingpower 2022-01-22 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)
You need not apologize.

[She shakes her head.]

No. I was summoned here, only recently in fact. By your question I ascertain it is not yours either?

[She pauses a moment, looking back over the field, then kneels down to look at a particular bud that's a bit different from the others around it.]

Were this my home, I would probably study these flowers. Perhaps they could be used in an elixir of sorts. I am a bit of a scholar you see; and I have a certain fondness for flowers. [She purses her lips.] Perhaps I still can. After all, we have no idea how long we'll be here.
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[personal profile] maybevenomous 2022-01-22 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[This game, of course, honored the time honored tradition of no tag backs. Meaning Yelena had a few moments to chat with an adult as the children scampered around them. She was not the only baby sitter, after all.

She stood, dusting off her leggings in the process. There may be just a trace of wistful envy in her voice as she replies.]


It is the most serious thing in their lives.
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SOLVUNN

[personal profile] maybevenomous 2022-01-22 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[She was not expecting anyone famous to be present in this rural village in another world. For all her training, she may well have simply walked passed the singing woman had it not been for the language. Sokovian. Not something she heard everyday even in her dimension.

Wanda Maximoff, in the flesh.

There was no reason for her to know Yelena, of course, but the curiosity burned. She had known Natasha, had worked with her, if even for a moment. Such opportunities could not be passed by.

She stopped so her shadow fell over the Avenger and the child in her lap, Yelena speaking in a soft, but heavily Russian accented, voice.]


You were an Avenger?
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[personal profile] baltimores 2022-01-22 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He catches that note of wistful envy, and it forces him to do a quick reevaluation: either she's a really good actor, or.

Amos turns his head to look out across the all-consuming game of tag, the number of children caught up in its wake, the most pressing issue for them to avoid being tagged. That's it. Nothing more.

He blinks, and his voice takes on a slightly softer tone. ]


Yeah. That's the way it should be. [ And never was for him. Not knowing tag could get so intense was simultaneously a quip and also, well, literal on his part.

He turns back to Yelena, head tilted slightly, wondering if he should be looking at her with new eyes. His voice is simply casual again, almost unattached. ]
You new here? Or is it a thing for people in this town to go through everyone's houses?
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[personal profile] maybevenomous 2022-01-22 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[Her brow furrows slightly as she looks him up and down. While she could forgive kidnapping her- it wouldn't be the first time- someone of his apparent age?]

Me too. I did not know these 'gods' were bringing children.
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[personal profile] aquaveiled 2022-01-22 08:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Himeka is often a bit of everywhere when it comes to the Commune. While it may vary from day to day or week to week if she is out in the other settlements, she is someone who likes to keep herself both busy and helpful. On this day in particular she is escorting a few of her benefactor's sheep through the markets, intending to trade at least one for some much needed supplies for their family's farm.

It's not quite facing up against summoned gods and stopping the end of one world, but it's an honest day's work.

She is mostly attentive but the smell of something delicious distracts her long enough for one of the sheep to wander over somewhat aimlessly to the woman and her young charges. Mayhaps taken in by the song?

When Himeka turns around and sees herself one sheep short, there's a small moment of panic until she spots it looking like it wants to lick the toddler's hair. Funny, but rude. ]


Oh shite--

[ Himeka trots over, pauses, has to direct the other sheep to follow lest it wanders off too, before getting over to the offender just in time not to accost the child and this woman's lovely tune. ]

--hair is not a snack!
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[personal profile] sorser 2022-01-22 08:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[Believe him, in an ideal situation, there would be no need for them to have been brought here. There would not be anything waning, no magic dying, no potential heart of all worlds ebbing away -- and Stephen would be at home in the Sanctum, dealing with whatever more Earthly threats showed up on his doorstep.

But that isn't the case.]


If it affects the rest of the worlds beyond this one, then yes. It is. [He's no longer Sorcerer Supreme, but the responsibilities still weigh heavy.] But getting everyone to agree on how the Singularity should be approached is easier said than done.

[He assumes in that welcome spiel, the Singularity was definitely touched upon.]

I've felt its power, though. It is connected to more worlds, probably multiversally.
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[personal profile] sorser 2022-01-22 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh, the temptation to roll his eyes is strong. This is a woman who obviously enjoys some form of attention, and it's eating it up with all that toss it her way; maybe he's just feeding that desire by even humoring his time with her, but you know what? He'll take one for the team.]

We can start with a name.

[Plainly.]
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[personal profile] maybevenomous 2022-01-22 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)
You are here to arrest me?

[It's only half a joke. He's not the only one reevaluating, her full attention is now on the powerfully built man before her. She knew she had likely been seen as the day wore on, but so far no one had confronted her- an interesting fact in and of itself. But the last bit made it clear he wasn't native, either. Unlikely the law.]

No. You have also been brought here. Are you worried I read your diary?
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[personal profile] sorser 2022-01-22 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[Stephen catches that souring, shadowed expression, and he can't say he's surprised. He's sure he wore a similar face soon after his initial arrival to the Castle, though perhaps for different reasons. New responsibilities chucked onto his shoulders without any semblance of warning doesn't leave most people glad for it to have happened.]

'Graciously accepting' is an interesting choice of words. Some people would call it- [An almost shrug of his shoulders.] -forced enrollment. None of us asked to be brought here, nevermind of what you feel about the Singularity.

[So, maybe he can relate. A little.]

What's your name?
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[personal profile] aquaveiled 2022-01-22 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ooc; Ahh, thank you! I think for now I'd like to keep her in the dark about EW endgame, but it's definitely something I'm up for her learning about. She will, of course, be excited when she realizes this is her ween woon friend. ]

[ Now that is a very pointed and strange way to put it. "Affairs of the living?" Though she's not known for being the most talkative without prompting, her face oft gives away what she's thinking and the confusion mixed with amusement is writ plainly across it.

Her thoughts wander back towards the incident around Eifstide, when the Solvunn Mages summoned the spirits of the dead to walk the land again after a few misplaced incantations. Himeka has taken them at their word that it had been a honest mistake, prone as she is to giving others the benefit of the doubt, but she can't imagine that's what this man is referring to. She definitely didn't see him around at that time and he would have definitely stood out.

"...why you spent so much time away from us."

Himeka slows her steps a little as she scans his face. There is a strange touch of familiarity--something ingrained, tugging to be unlocked in the recesses of her mind--but she would swear she has not seen this person before this day.

Well, she isn't one to beat around the bush, literal or proverbial. So she simply asks-- ]


...Have we met before?
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[personal profile] snarkychampion 2022-01-22 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh no, I'm brand new here, fished out of the water the other day. I prefer cities so I jumped at the chance.

[ The barracks are familiar though, he does remember being in a version of them once upon a time, and he doesn't say no to free food and a roof over his head. He isn't in a hurry to live on the road again. Hawke shakes her hand solidly and doesn't linger, personal space and all that, and fake tips a hat toward her. He doesn't know why, he doesn't wear hats, but he has a thousand strange little tics. ]

Pleasure to meet you under the circumstances, Wanda. I'm used to a city, well, a busy port that masqueraded as one. This one sounds promising.

[ He's heard that it is a big city according to people here, but Kirkwall is nothing compared to other countries, so he knows to estimate later. Hawke talks easily and casually with her, like they're old friends rather than complete strangers. ]
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[personal profile] techmaturgy 2022-01-22 08:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ah, perhaps there's some recognition here. It's heartening, to be able to talk to someone on what seems to be a similar technological level, and Viktor seems to brighten a little, becoming more animated as he's allowed to go on.]

The latter. Rigid structure, not a blimp.

[At least, he thinks it's a similar technological level, until Maxwell starts naming additional vehicles, and Viktor's eyebrows raise a little in surprise. Salvage ships, sure. Mobile suits, he can make a guess, especially if it's military equipment. The rest is more than a little intriguing--he's spent a lot of time thinking about how he's technologically ahead of this city in many ways, but he hasn't really given much thought to other arrivals being ahead of him, in turn.]

I'm sorry, space?

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