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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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carmesi: <user name="berks"> (122)

[personal profile] carmesi 2022-01-25 04:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[she takes her hand back quick enough—because as things are, dante is more attentive to the food in front of him. at the very least, so far, wanda has been able to note that although he comes off a little less approachable than most, he is willing to assert some kind of social acquaintanceship.]

I can't say I feel like playing for anyone's court.

[it is too early to say, and wanda doesn't want to force herself to forge alliances that aren't exactly convenient for her.]

Especially when I was summoned right in the middle of my vacations.

["vacations", more like self-imposed exile.]
piqure: (pic#15419354)

never have i been more called out in my LIFE

[personal profile] piqure 2022-01-25 04:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ peter has the questionable advantage of having a level of comfort with the idea of multiverses that the concept of different worlds had felt like a near logical extension, in this hypothetical of infinites. ]

Technically, you could just go back to that guy and ask him tomorrow or something. [since, you know, the shopkeep-scientist seemingly had a plan of combining the two ill-advised materials anyway. ] But I wonder if there’s magic that would just — balance all those reactions out?

[ not that he’d know exactly; doctor strange would be the best to consult and that didn’t entirely come without guilt. it's unfair how much his mind falls back into thinking of this in terms of tony stark in moments like these, far removed and presented with problems to solve, or to simply help. what would tony do and that’s bottomless rabbit hole to fall down into.

so he moves on. because the introduction is out of the way and he's given a name — viktor, filed away and remembered and his smile is genuine.
] Yeah, its been a few days for me here too. Is it — really different from where you're from?
carmesi: <user name="berks"> (219)

[personal profile] carmesi 2022-01-25 04:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[the difference, really, is in the fact that wanda does not want sam to make time for her. between her botched attempts at handling her grief and the way she is perceived by others, the new captain america should probably worry about the problems that will give him better PR in the long run.

see how it worked out for steve rogers.

though she is happy for the conversation, in the end. sam wilson always talks like everyone is so important to him, makes someone like her feel like there is home and a true friend with him around.]


The summoning sounds like it happens at random. [—and yet, she wonders, what the magical intricacies of it are. nevertheless, what piques her interest is how he says 'for a little bit'. so, it's not a permanent situation?] Though it would have been nice to not have missed him.

[wanda glances over at sam, letting his last words linger; it's almost like he's hesitant to even talk about it.]

Do we have time for a long story, or is it one of those things I should hear later?
carmesi: <user name="berks"> (090)

[personal profile] carmesi 2022-01-25 04:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[it almost breaks her heart how normal it feels, a half-hug for her troubles, the quiet way he would laugh, and the sturdy way he directs his words and actions. in retrospect, affection was never born easy between any of them, having fled from the raft together, but it was there—an understanding that comfort came from quiet company, from the far-between laughs, the quips with a jeer and a grin.

wanda almost asks that he doesn't pull away. but she's older now—past this—even if steve looks exactly the same as the day she saw him at stark's funeral.

—there are, after all, more pressing thoughts in his mind.]


...that means we've been summoned from different periods of time. [was that a possibility? it seems like the magic for the summoning was strong enough to summon people from across the multiverse, so what is to say it cannot do as it wills through time?] It's been months for me since.

You did as you describe, and then ... we all went our different ways.

[there's more to that, obviously. she studies his face, carefully, the dawning realization making her wonder if this would somehow affect the timeline branch he's come from.]

You haven't lived through that, though.
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[personal profile] exoterminator 2022-01-25 04:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ When he says doesn't go to any school she raises an eyebrow, something a wayward should-definitely-be-in-school child would say. Then he shows more empirical evidence stitched right into the tunic of his shirt; a symbol stylized not unlike hers. Good thing he did, otherwise she very probably would have taken it upon herself to deposit him in that building. ]

I see. [ She frowns despite this revelation. This world has pulled him in as it did her, making that at least one point of relateability. She doesn't have any responsibility or obligation or real need to do this, nor wants to give him the idea she is good company or someone he should routinely hang around, but this isn't out of her way. She'll feel better not leaving him out in the open like this, someone who says he doesn't need school. He wants work? Fine. ]

Since I am... visually compensated on this side [ She pats the hay bale on her shoulder, ] then I'll pay you some copper coin if you guide me. [ Ideally she can dump him off at the stable she's delivering this to and he can find his own way from there. There's no shortage of work around here. ] So I don't run into anyone else.
Edited (where did that enter brake come from, gomen) 2022-01-25 16:45 (UTC)
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[personal profile] funbreaker 2022-01-25 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The long pause from G'raha alone speaks volumes, and it also grants Thancred a moment to brace himself for what will come next. While he'd acted on little more than instinct in that moment, he will not regret it if it granted the rest of the Scions and Himeka the opportunity they needed. Thus, he squares his shoulders and he waits.

And so Meteion wished to show them the dead civilizations that she herself had been forced to face with little warning. Midgardsormr's lost kin and even the home of a being as inscrutable as Omega...

But Thancred had not been the only one to give himself up to the cause, it would seem. It's little surprise that Estinien had been the first to follow, just as it's little surprise that the twins have opted to stay with Himeka as she presses forward.

There's a stretch of silence as Thancred lets it all sink in. G'raha will have no way of knowing how this ends, but they made their sacrifices because they believed. It feels as if there's little to be said on whether or not Himeka can finish the job; they both trust that she will. ]


— If that's the case, mayhap our sacrifices are what made it possible to be drawn to this side of the universe in the first place. [ He has no idea where this kingdom and the world surrounding it is located in the Sea of Stars, and he suspects it will not be easy to find out. Or to chart their way home, assuming that is even possible now. How many times can one's body be flung across the stars before it gives in?

Now Thancred closes the space between himself and G'raha, reaching out to firmly grip his shoulder. ]
And there is a chance that Estinien, Y'shtola, and Urianger are also here.
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[personal profile] sorser 2022-01-25 05:16 pm (UTC)(link)
You don’t say.

[Like he hasn’t heard variations of the same remark before for years now. He doesn’t think this oni is as clever as she thinks she is — that, or she doesn’t care either way.]

Sometimes I do wonder if they’ve done their research. [Pointed look.] So how much of the mythology is true?
a_better_man: (unsure)

[personal profile] a_better_man 2022-01-25 05:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"Mmm. They were exceptionally scarce on any details."

That, in Mat's experience, is a good sign of a broad lie. A bad one, though. Always think of everything beforehand, that's how you sell a lie.

"But I don't feel like drowning in 'what ifs' right now. Too much of that drives a man mad." Literally, in certain circumstances. But really, the mind can only take so much. After the last few months and now this, Mat feels like he's well topped off on mad things to try and puzzle through.

"Anyhow, we may learn more in the city. A drunk with a loose tongue can be an excellent resource."
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[personal profile] 72hr 2022-01-25 05:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Seeing that frown, Link begins to worry that she's still unconvinced, but the offer of work brings a grin to his face. Sure, it might be a bit unnecessary — he suspects she could go along fine on her own — but he'll take it. He might not know much about "copper coin" yet but he does understand "pay." ]

Sure! Lead the way. [ In his excitement, he skips a few steps ahead of her anyway. Almost side-stepping instead of walking, he can look back and talk to her as they go. ]

Can I ask what your name is, miss?
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[personal profile] sorser 2022-01-25 05:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[It’s more than he expected, coming from someone who very specifically requested that Stephen’s prying remain subjective. And though he does not know what role Jasper’s played, whether or not he’s a proper mage or otherwise, he basically chalks him up to being a spellcaster with a background like that. Studied and everything; just like himself.]

How many people do you know claim mastery over every form? [Even Stephen has holes in his knowledge. Anyway, the question’s truly rhetorical this time.] Other than the ones trying to boast.

[There's probably one in every universe.]

This world affords an opportunity if you want to take advantage of it. What you lacked before, you can make up for here. The magic of Abraxas is a different system altogether, so who says you can’t dip your toes into healing and helping?

[Figures a doctor would say as much, though, doesn’t it.]

Return, one day, with a new trick up your sleeve.
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buckle up for the pain train

[personal profile] privatizes 2022-01-25 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ asking steve to skip the sentimentalities is a useless endeavor, and tony lets out a soft noise of frustration in the form of a sigh as he goes through the motions of grief that tony has seen on the face of every single person he's met thusfar. the you're alive! followed by you're dead! is almost more painful than the initial realization that he was gone when he first got here.

but with a slight roll of his eyes to look at steve properly, a sidelong glance, tony responds blithely: ]


Of course I did.

[ he doesn't quite have the heart to sound as arrogant and confident as he wants to be, but there's enough of tony in the statement to make clear that he's made his peace. of sorts, anyway. grief is a weird thing, especially when you're grieving yourself. ]

I know I'm the resident problem child of our happy little family, but I do know what I'm doing. Occasionally. [ the caveat is needed, given how much he's utterly fucked up. but with another huff of breath, tony shrugs his shoulders. ] I figured when you, Thor, Wanda, and whatever Danvers is supposed to be couldn't beat him, there was only one more shot left. So I took it.

[ he weighs that for a moment before he refocuses his attention on the crossroads ahead of them. ]

Kind of disappointed in being trapped in Farmville with no cell phone service for the rest of eternity, but better than wherever Thanos is, I guess.
a_better_man: (unsure)

[personal profile] a_better_man 2022-01-25 05:44 pm (UTC)(link)
There's no rebuke from Mat. Considering it's been months since he had regular meals, and most of those months were spent walking and riding, he'll take it as a compliment. The flight from Two Rivers has left his naturally lean frame bordering on sickly. Hopefully he'll have a chance to put some meat back on while he's here. But he's certainly not going to begrudge anyone who appreciates the fact that he's a very handsome lad.

"Is that what you call us? Yeah, just had my ass hauled out of some mystic pool."

Unfortunate welcome, that. But it makes sense, in a way. They'd likely want their kidnap victims biddable and disoriented. Easier to control that way. Hell, it works. Mat hadn't put up a fight, he'd been too confused and frightened to even try.

And now there's no point.

"Still sorting out my situation, as it were."
sorser: (pic#15216017)

[personal profile] sorser 2022-01-25 05:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[Well, sir, if you do not think he will raise an eyebrow right back, you are very wrong. Stephen is an expert in doling out dubious looks, especially when the retort flung his way sounds almost like a challenge.

Would this man—Thancred NoLastName (how dare he deprive of him the shared misery of silly last names)—like to test his methodical knowledge-gathering methods, the reliability of honed memory? Or maybe he just needs the run-down from someone who’s been here for a vaguely longer stretch of time? He assumes he’s new; he’s not seen him around.]


That’s funny, do I look like a dusty old tome to you?

[A little kickback, but it isn’t in earnest. He waves a hand dismissively.]

Don’t answer that. Ask away, if you have burning questions. And you must, because you’re new, right?
sakaya: (not enough for today)

[personal profile] sakaya 2022-01-25 05:52 pm (UTC)(link)
I suppose it depends on which variations you've read.

[ There's another pause so she can finish her drink. Shuten smacks her lips once it's emptied. ]

For instance, I'm obviously a female and not a big and scary musclehead of a male. I've seen some illustrations y'know! It's a given that legend and myth can distort over time, but the story of "Shuten-Douji" seems to be particularly malleable.

[ What is fiction and what is fact? What makes one legend more valid than the other? Shuten-Douji was notorious enough to become a bedtime story to scare children and explain the blood and violence of ancient times. Perhaps there is a persisting mystery because of what was lost due to that violence. ]

Oh, but everything else is mostly true. Otherwise, as you humans put it so elegantly, the devil is in the details.
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[personal profile] funbreaker 2022-01-25 05:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Do you truly want— [ me to answer that? No, apparently not. Thancred does cut off as soon as Stephen interjects, though he can't quite stifle a smile. He does appreciate anyone who is willing to make (or take) a joke or two at their own expense.

At the question he's quick to nod, not seeing much point in hiding the fact that he's fresh off the boat, as it were. It would not take much digging to learn it in any case, and if it renders others more willing to hear him out and answer his questions, then all the better. ]


That's right. Let the record state that I am not usually the type to study up so fervently. I typically leave such tasks to my colleagues. [ He is not a nerd. Let's be very clear about this.

With that out of the way, he crosses his arms over his chest, taking a moment to ponder what he should ask first. ]
I take it this is not the first time a group of people have been summoned to this place. How common of an occurrence is it, exactly?
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[personal profile] sorser 2022-01-25 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
I know it wasn't what it looked like. You don't need to justify anything to me.

[He doesn’t know know it, of course. He wasn't there. But what he does know, through even their brief acquaintance, was that Peter wasn't what the media made him out to be. A story sensationalized, or twisted up in bad faith, or without every angle of information, with no context that he knows always exists; none of it reflected this kid's well-meaning nature, someone so young carrying enough responsibilities that'd break the back of most adults.

Are A and B connected? The news stories and the question he had to ask? "Everything's okay now"; it wasn't before. "You don't need to worry about that"; Stephen could and should worry about it.

After all, a man who was once-guardian of a relic called the Time Stone extends his purview even into a future that hasn't come to pass.]


So are you being vague because you don't want to tell me, or you think that you can't tell me? Because take this into account first: timelines are warped and out of place already. [Again, the idea of Stark, the dead man walking, comes to mind. Or beyond that, other Summoned who talk of inconsistencies in their own timeframes, or the fact that this world is an impossible crossroads as it is.]

You said this is your second time here. Did you remember the first after you returned to Earth?

[Maybe Peter can see what he's getting at. Sensitive information, spoken too early to those who shouldn't know it, seems to have little effect back home when memory isn't part of the equation.]
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[personal profile] nevercease 2022-01-25 06:58 pm (UTC)(link)
outpost

( The outpost itself felt like the brief time he spent outside Arsuf, a hive of activity under hot, golden sunshine, scraped and buffeted by the dry desert air. Entirely freaked out on entry, shoulders heavy with the weight of his own death--am I? Am I really dead?--Steve has calmed in the hours since, his attention turned toward learning more about the strange place he's come to.

In the barracks, he claims an empty bed, and not-so-subtly glances over the other beds in the room, their occupants out for the day. If he's caught poking around? He's all apologetic, boyish charm and wide, innocent blue eyes. )


Sorry, just getting my bearings.

( In the training grounds, he studies the racks of weapons with a certain heavy skepticism. Selecting a short-bladed sword, Steve steps back to give it a few experimental swings as he'd seen Diana do, the weapon heavy in his hand. )

They don't really expect us to fight with this stuff. Right?

bathing;

( What's up with magical places and their interesting baths? Whatever, he's been sweltering all day, got sand all up under his shirt and in his pants and it sucks, so he's all but thrown himself into one of the tubs to sort through his end of day thoughts, planning for tomorrow.

...and then a soldier climbing out of another tub proceeds to drip water all over Steve's things over its nearby stand. Adding insult to injury? The man shrugs and snags his towel too, scurrying right off with it. Noticing too late, there's a bit of splashing, and sputtering from Steve. )


Hey! That's... ( annoyed, Steve slumps over the rim of the tub, ) -that was my towel. Dammit.

wildcard;

( he's gonna hoof it to the city proper as well, and generally get into everything/learn what he can while he's around. feel free to pm me for questions! Steve here is taken right from his death, WW84 doesn't exist, such a shame... )
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[personal profile] techmaturgy 2022-01-25 07:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Ordinarily, I would agree with you.

[But this is fully extraordinary. He's been suddenly and mysterious summoned here, apparently through magical means--literally anything is on the table, as far as he's concerned. It's not the first time he's had his scientific worldview upended, but this time he doesn't have a notebook with years of work scrawled in it. There's no real context to much of this, which means he's going to have to piece everything together from scratch.]

But, this is an entirely different world than the one I know. [Worlds, universes, planes of existence--it's all a lot to take in.] We cannot assume the rules are the same.
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[personal profile] supersoldier 2022-01-25 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[Each word has its own value, and he speaks them only when he’s sure that they’re worth uttering — or so it would seem, given the stretches of silence in-between the rare conversations with complete strangers.

Another one slides into place. More rustling of cloth. The shadowed movements of a silhouette and little else. And then, finally—]


Sephiroth. [An introduction exchanged, good job them…]

I’ll be keeping close to the military. [Not wandering off to the city seeking a new lifestyle. This is what he knows.] Do you plan on doing the same?
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[personal profile] supersoldier 2022-01-25 07:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ask the officer… to marry them?]

Then maybe you shouldn’t light flamingoes [??] on fire. Property damage is property damage.

[There is a deep irony here that either, unfortunately, do not and cannot know about.]
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[personal profile] carmesi 2022-01-25 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[a name that is rather unique, and hard to miss should she encounter it again (but one just as easy to forget, given its uniqueness). the silence had dripped into a longer pause, intermittent only by the sound of what wanda can only assume is him getting dressed.

she doesn't really expect more of their conversation, but wanda is surprised by the man's generosity.]


I'm not really a fighter, so I might see what else there is.

[in the city or otherwise.]

I will know where to find you, either way, perhaps with your hair tangled into a mess. [that's not a promise, but there's no telling what a probability hex may be. he's probably safe, considering how her powers are at a minimum right now. she jests, either way.] It was nice meeting you.

[perhaps next time they'll actually see each other's face for more than a second or two!!]
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[personal profile] supersoldier 2022-01-25 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sephiroth’s lips thin with a frown. His arms cross, which shatters the illusion that Viktor is talking to a facsimile of a statue, though he does not move to sit on the edge of any of the beds — nothing so casual won out of him yet.]

No. We can’t.

[It would say something about the nature of his world; existing in another dimension altogether as a possibility. But something else snags against his thoughts, pulling that same frown just a little deeper.]

Neither option works in our favor, so in the end, it doesn’t matter. [If time continues without their presence back home, then it’s bad for obvious reasons. But the opposite is true—] If time is halted, then we have nothing to hang over our host’s heads. No urgency to return. Our focus will be redirected and used as they see fit.

Smart, almost.

[Since it can’t be verified either way.]
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[personal profile] falcony 2022-01-25 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ sam has a brief moment where he recognizes how nice it is, to see peter recognize this place. to see the actual evidence of how much he remembers. but then that feels cuts at him, a single sharp pain in his side, because peter does look so much older. and yet selfishly, sam can't help but be glad he's here. can't help but enjoy the familiarity of them walking back to magpie's, through street sam has learned so fully.

he nods at the mention of the blip - okay, so he's at least that far. and then there's - god, did he say- ]
Wait- did you say two years? Shit, kid, I'm pretty sure you've passed me now. [ which is. an interesting concept to deal with if sam wanted to care about time and its relation to any of this.

and then there's that moment - that spec of something that sam notices, but isn't sure how to place. he's starting to think that it's more than just the time peter went through and the trying to figure out his return. starting to think it has something a little more to do with purposefully omitting. but sam's not 100% yet, so he will also. keep it casual. ]


Congrats on graduating. You planning on college or going after the whole suit thing full time?
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[personal profile] sorser 2022-01-25 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[The wrong side. Is that the problem, not knowing the approach in which to put her faith, or which political pile she should cast her lot in?

Or is this more about perception? “That others are unwilling to accept” is just a fragment of what she’s said, but it blares loudly, peals like a bell in his mind.]


We need to make decisions based on what’s the right thing to do, not what everyone wants to see. We’ll be pulled apart in too many directions otherwise.

[But he has to concede a point: she isn’t wrong in some aspects. One needs to know what the right path is, and Stephen is still puzzling that out, too. The details are frustratingly obfuscated.]

But I can appreciate you wanting to do some research.
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[personal profile] funbreaker 2022-01-25 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He weighs something! He's toned. He's in great shape, even. A specimen, some might say. All lean muscle, very little fat.

It's almost like she knew that comment would be like a blade between his ribs. Thancred is an expert in keeping his cool, however, and so he scoffs out a little laugh. This is reaching the point of true indignity, and so he grabs for a few more tomes that catch his interest. If it means she'll put him down... ]


I have an armful now.

[ Please. He would rather not have to wriggle out of her grasp and make even more of a scene. He can already feel various pairs of eyes on them. ]

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