MISSION 004 MINI MINGLE.

[etrayamods]

WHO: Everyone!
WHEN: July 27th-August 9th
WHERE: Moorecroft Village
WHAT: July's mid-mission mini-mingle!
NOTES\WARNINGS: Questionable medical practices in the first prompt, potential death.

⏵ arrival ⏴ Perhaps you started your journey aboard a SPACE CRAFT, or perhaps you're beginning it here. Your method of initial arrival matters not, because everyone lands in Moorecroft through the same method: You were somewhere, and suddenly you find yourself waking up in a hospital bed. The room around you is dark, and you find that you are unable to move. A machine close to you reads back your vitals, and there is a gentle mechanical whirr running somewhere behind you. The room remains that way for several minutes: empty, aside from the whirring and beeping of the machines around you. What items you may have had on you and your clothing sit in a pile several feet away, leaving you dressed in only a hospital gown. Until Eos appears. She walks through the open door, her attention focused on the monitors to begin with. While she may be human in shape, most of the rest of her clearly... is not. Her face rests atop metal plates and wires, highly advanced silicone that looks very realistic. She wears no clothing, instead opting to leave the rest of her metal plating, wiring, and gears visible to everyone who sees her: she may be highly advanced, but she is still an android. And very, very tall. The top of her head almost touches the ceiling of the room, but doesn't quite. "Hello." Her voice is soft, meant to be perceived as soothing, even if her actions are anything but: she does not look to her charge, but walks around the room. Doesn't touch monitors, but looks at them. "You are not one of mine, but you are here for the time being regardless. I will release you shortly, but I will explain the rules before you go on your way. Do not venture outside during our maintenance period from 20:00 to 05:00. Do not destroy public property. Do not cause disturbances." Now, her attention turns to those in her care, synthetic eyes focusing on theirs. "You will remain paralyzed for exactly two minutes after I exit this room. Please gather your things. Atop your clothing, you will find an earpiece that will function as your communicator during your time with us, along with a note specifying where you will be temporarily residing. Thank you for your cooperation." Once she does leave, the machinery around characters turns off, and slowly, the ability to move returns to them. Outside the door is a long hallway, which ends at an elevator. The elevator will take characters up, into a relatively normal hospital that is staffed by those who have also been stuck here: Etrayans, and those from Moorecroft alike. Attempts to break into other rooms will be unsuccessful, and each door will open individually, leading characters out before allowing the next into the hallway. Welcome to your temporary home. Good luck finding your way. ⏵ autumn winds ⏴ In most places, a seasonal change is a slow process. The weather starts warming up, leaves fall off trees, or trees begin showing new growth. In Moorecroft, it's significantly less gradual: the weather goes from warm to significantly cooler. The wind kicks up, leaving behind a nice chill for all those residing within its city bubble. Leaves fall, covering sidewalks and grassy front yards alike. To-do lists change to reflect the change in season, too: lawn moving turns to raking up leaves, parents may now be required to shop for more weather appropriate clothing for their children, and activities that may have usually involved spending time outdoors shift to indoors: adults are encouraged to take their children to visit the aquarium, go to the movies, or take a day off to go to the ice skating rink. Enjoy Autumn while it lasts. ⏵ rainy days ⏴ With the cooling weather also comes rain. Oftentimes, there are no warning signs for when the rain will begin; rather, the skies go from gently cloudy to suddenly angry. Rain covers the pavement and drenches anything left outside. Characters may find themselves suddenly stranded in the town proper, as the rain becomes too heavy for safe driving. Luckily, there are several buildings they can wait in: the library is massive, including enough space for everyone if necessary. The cafe has several hot drinks on special. There may be a few individuals who may be able to assist in influencing the weather in small areas to create safe pathways back home if you're lucky enough to come across them. After curfew begins, the rain becomes even more intense, falling in massive drops all over Moorecroft. ⏵ NOTES ⏴ Please check through our Mission Plotting post! We have new arrivals who may be utilizing it. As noted under this thread, we're open to one group successfully staying out past curfew, but would like to keep this to one thread. Players have put up a post HERE to plot out their attempts. If you would like to incorporate prompts from our previous mission log, please feel free! For any questions relating to the contents of this log, mod queries thread on the initial plotting post to assist us in keeping all mission-related information in one place. All other questions can be directed to the FAQ. ⏵FULL NAVIGATION⏴

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Mercedes von Martritz | Fire Emblem: Three Houses | OTA

[merciekills]

arrival

[She's shaken, moreso than she'd expected, at the idea of being unable to do anything for that long. Although that person(?) had reassured her that she was fine, the feeling of paralysis halting her movement had been frightening, and it took Mercedes a while to finally dress up and leave. Still, it was disorienting to the point that she had to pause in the hallway, leaning against the wall as she tries to get her bearings. She's pale, but otherwise all right, unfocused as she makes sense of what's going on.

Though, she might be there a bit too long, enough that others might be coming out of their rooms as well. She sure isn't paying attention, not when she's clasping her hands together in prayer, trying to calm herself down.]


autumn winds

[It's a mission, as she was told, but honestly, cleaning the gardens was such a relaxing experience. Mercedes can be found busy around the house, humming cheerfully while she rakes leaves, busies herself cleaning the house, or attempts to cook. Familiar ingredients were easier to work with, so she doesn't mess with the spices she hasn't heard of just yet. If only Ashe was here to help... Well, it's fine, she can learn on the way.

On some days, one might catch the scent of pastries in the oven wafting through an open window, or simply indoors for her housemates. If she sees you, she'll bow or wave in greeting from the window. Outside? She might even speak up, or inside with the ladies of her home.]

Pardon me. The weather's getting quite cold, isn't it? It's best to warm up soon.


rainy days

[The one time she finally decides to visit the library, comfortable with the routine being a housespouse had provided for her, it rains heavily. If it had been lighter, she might have still attempted to go back home. Unfortunately, with the loud pitter patter of raindrops outside, that... was looking unlikely.

So one can find Mercedes meandering around the library, looking at book spines to see if there's something to read. Any longer, and one might notice she's... rearranging books, or wiping desks, or perhaps she's going to start looking for a feather duster and try to dust off the shelves. Starting to look like a staff without being a staff and all. To anyone working in the library, someone might be acting like she's part of the crew. For others, she might be accidentally dusting something in your direction.]

Oh! Pardon me. I didn't see you there.


Wildcard

[None of these work? Feel free to write your own prompt.]

autumn winds

[decohere]

[Ava's been assigned plenty of missions before, that she used to complete without much question. playing house is nothing she's been trained for, the stakes are almost deceivingly low... except that bit about saving universes that gnaws at the back of her mind.

nothing all that strenuous or questionable has even been asked of her, but she leaves the list of tasks unfulfilled. still, she keeps her head down and doesn't try to stir up any outright trouble yet either, trying to get a feel of the place and how it's run. she leaves the house sometimes on time, sometimes to go to her job that doesn't feel like much of a job since all it really requires is her standing around watching fish. but it gets her out of the house. because that's the part she's most uncomfortable with.

she doesn't really have specific issue with anyone else in this mock up of a home, other than she doesn't like sharing territory. doesn't like being observed in a place where she rather feel closed off, private. so she minimizes her existence within the shared living space as much as possible. doesn't take meals with the 'family unit.' doesn't talk to them outside of sometimes strained but polite nods of acknowledgment. especially the woman who has been assigned as a housespouse. Ava hates the very idea of it, anyone being tasked of looking after her or the house. so she at least does the minimum of picking up after herself to not leave any extra work. she doesn't know how Mercedes feels about it, hasn't asked. because that might lead to conversations about how she feels about things, which she absolutely rather avoid.

though aware of the other woman's presence, as she slips on her shoes by the door in preparation to head out, the question catches Ava off guard. she stiffens just slightly, biting on her tongue to avoid the reflexive snap back at the tip of it. reminds herself there's no offense meant, before breathing back out.]

It's fine. [a bit dismissively, but she does turn her head enough to glance at Mercedes. Ava isn't wearing a jacket, just the same outfit she's been wearing since she arrived.] I like this time of year.

rainy

[wolfish]

[ Yuri had the forethought to bring an umbrella, but the downpour outside is far more than he could have bargained for. After leveling the nearest window with a baleful stare that does nothing to halt the torrential rain, he sighs and supposes he'll look for a recipe book.

Perhaps he can find something Dimitri will agree to attempt cooking together, seeing as the man refuses to shirk his duties as house-spouse...

What he finds first is Mercedes, apparently tidying the place up. ]

You net yourself a job here?

Autumn Winds/Wildcard

[utinam]

[As the weather changes from hot to cool, Nuvia could be found meandering around the neighborhood with gardening supplies. She was trying to complete one daily and weekly task today. Nuvia decided to volunteer her time to the neighborhood by improving their gardens. Her "father" had decided to take it upon himself to take care of the neighbor's lawn along with their own. So why not follow his example?

She was currently wearing a light pink long-sleeve shirt underneath a pair of brown overalls. The overalls have plaid patches and accents, including pockets and straps. She is also wearing matching gardening gloves while holding her basket full of tools.

Heading to the first house she can find; Nuvia will notice the owner was already outside tending to their own garden. She was going to offer an energetic greeting until she notices the woman's hair color and shape of her back.

Was that...? It couldn't be...]

... Mama?

[She looked just like her mother whenever she would garden their flowers and vegetables back home. Nuvia will drop her gardening basket while placing her hands over her face. Tears were leaving her gaze as she couldn't believe her eyes. She found her mother! It really was her!]

MAMA!!!

[Nuvia will begin to sob as she runs to her "mother's" side to give her a big hug.]

Mama, where were you? When did you get here? I missed you so much! I'm sorry I couldn't find you earlier!

[Everything was said between sobs, hiccups, and sniffles as she spoke very quickly without thinking or taking a closer look. I'm sorry, stranger. She was too inside her head to notice the situation.]

rainy days

[dangerousmind]

[An experiment in autonomy. Nobody talks to her at her job anyway - if she can create a double to carry out the simple task of cooking meals at an inhuman pace, making the appropriate reactions to having orders barked at her.

It'll be important for their plans in the long run to develop the elemental summons further.

Or maybe she just can't stand this little make belief fantasy of mediocrity, of pleasantry, so she retreated to what was familiar. Dark shadowy books about magic foreign to her own powers, with a page of notes and incantations dedicated to translating the general ideas into her own understanding. When in doubt, substitute any material components with copious amounts of terror. It's with a furrowed brow that she watches this impossibly pleasant seeming woman clean a place that she definitely does not work at, interrupting her own somewhat macarbe and unnecessary research.]

What are you doing?

[It's blunt, but not quite impolite. She was raised to be proper after all.]

Rainy Days

[topgradesandbraids]

Oh, no. It's fine!

[Marcille smiled at the other woman-- she had suspected that she was someone doing research like Marcille was... as much as a the pile of romance books in her arms amounted to 'research'.]

I hope I'm not in the way. I'm just waiting out the storm and looking for ideas...

It might be fun to take my... my husband [She said the word with an odd emphasis, as if she still weren't used to it.] for a date, you know?

Loki | MCU | OTA

[abit_ofboth]

Arrival

This place really seems to like to keep them on their toes. Not that Loki isn’t used to such things, but really it’s enough already. Though what he should be doing right now is very important and takes up all of his attention, it at least has been a little less chaotic.

Fancy that, Loki wanting something a little less chaotic.

It is true enough though. What it comes down to is he’s exhausted. He thought he finally settled everything. He gave up everything and everyone he cared about to ensure the safety of all the timelines only to wake up on some strange space station and finding out that this place thinks he isn’t doing his job well.

And now this. Just when he starts to get a handle on things, he finds himself waking up in some strange hospital room. At least he’s already heard of this from some of the others he’s met on the space station. Though nothing can really prepare you for being totally paralyzed. It’s not panic he feels though, but frustration as he’s finally in the same room as someone who might have answers and he can do nothing but lie there.

The moment he can move again, he is up and dressed, changing his outfit into something more casual in a pair of black slacks and a dark green button up collared shirt. He adjusts the earpiece, very glad he’s already had a conversation with Natasha about this and heads out the room. He doesn’t look at the note right away, but instead tries searching the hallway for the robotic woman.

It quickly becomes apparent that he isn’t about to find her again right now and so he heads up the elevator, annoyed and frustrated, finally looking at the note telling him where he’s apparently to live for the moment.

Once he leaves the hospital, he looks around at his surroundings and finds himself immediately lost, though he’s hardly about to admit that. He squints down at the paper again as if it will suddenly turn into a map and looks around as he tries to orient himself.

Autumn Days

It would surprise no one who knows him that finding the weather cooling off is perhaps the best thing Loki can say about this place so far. What he isn’t so sure of is these chores he’s supposed to help deal with. As much as Loki has learned and changed a lot more recently, he’s never had to do anything like raking leaves or worrying about a child. They really have so many more important things to worry about.

Though he’d be lying if he didn’t find something relaxing about taking care of the lawn. Especially if it helps get him out of the house. It gives him some time to consider his plans of breaking curfew and getting some answers. Usually when someone is telling you you can do something, that is exactly what you should be doing. At least that’s his experience.

Early mornings and weekends anyone might find Loki weeding, raking or doing any sort of maintenance on the front yard. He’ll happily chat with anyone, though approaching him he will be noticeably startled from his reverie as he attempts to plot his next moves to figure this place out.

Rainy Days

Loki absolutely loves rainy days. He doesn’t drive, so it’s not uncommon to find him walking to work in the rain, but it in no way seems to bother him. Mostly he just conjures up an umbrella when needed, one that does not seem to be affected by any wind. Even when he does get wet, it’s a simple bit of magic to dry himself off.

On this particular day, the rain seems almost vengeful and he decides to dip into one of the cafes. After all, there is nothing quite like a cup of tea during a rainstorm. The place is rather crowded with people escaping the rain, but Loki manages to find a table by the window where he looks out as he sips lightly at his tea.

Wildcard

[Want something else? Any other plotting ideas? I’m up for anything. Shoot me a message or start something, I’m pretty easy going with this stuff.]

Autumn Days

[utinam]

Exploring the other side of the neighborhood will be a young girl with cloud hair wearing a light pink long-sleeve shirt underneath a pair of brown overalls. The overalls have plaid patches and accents, including pockets and straps. Adorning in her hands are gardening gloves and her gardening toolkit that she organized herself. She had decided to use the time to work on one of her daily and weekly tasks at the same time by offering free gardening services to the neighborhood.

After all, her "father" had silently offered to mow other people's lawns along with their own for no charge. Shouldn't she follow by example?

Noticing someone was already outside enjoying the cool weather while taking care of their own garden, Nuvia will wave her arm and say outloud,

"Great day for gardening, huh?"

arrival

[shoplifter]

"You look lost."

The comment comes from up higher than Loki, from the child currently perched in the tree just right of him. She always enjoys people watching without the concern of people bothering her when she doesn't want to be; only, it seems like he's struggling with the new, unpleasantly suburban world around him. A new person, maybe? It would explain why he's coming out of the hospital, since these city bubbles love to drop new faces into them.

She lifts her sunglasses, looking him over as she chews through her third bar of candy this day.

"Are you from Etraya, or from Moorecroft?"

rainy days;

[waytodie]

Yelena would rather spend a rainy day in bed or on the couch with movies, and possibly taking naps between. Instead, she's been told to: get to know someone from your home world better. Whatever that means. She hasn't decided how she's going to do that, and how much (her) home world is, maybe, the same as the Kate Bishop that is here came from. They clearly come from similar places, but were they the same? Did she need to stick to people from her exact version of Earth? The whole thing is quite headache-inducing, if she's honest.

Her easy stroll around town turned into quickly ducking into the coffee shop when the downpour started. "Wa-wai-wait!" she fumbles over the word trying to get it out quickly when the man slips inside the coffee shop, hoping he'll hold the door for her.

It doesn't matter, even if he did-- she is soaked from head to toe, and making a whole fuss about it, "Oh, come on!" she grumbles, gathering her hair to one side to wring it out. Right at the door. There's already water there from people coming in and out, it's fine. Probably. "Why does this place like rain so much? Etraya was like this a few months ago too. Annoying." She's talking to no one in particular, but pretty much the whole coffee shop can probably hear her. Whoops?

arrival

[merciekills]

Loki may not be able to find the robotic woman, but he might find another woman who is... looking far too pale for her own good. Luckily, she isn't injured, but she's leaning on the elevator door, not having realized that's what it was, or well-- closer to being unfamiliar with it in the first place.

She's praying quietly, eyes squeezed shut with her hands clasped in front of her, as though it would help her in her current situation.

He might need to call her attention, if he wants to use the elevator.

rainy days.

[hasitsthorns]

Rosie is someone who doesn't like rain. It reminds her far too much of Zennyo Ryūō - an absolutely colossal dickbag of a dragon - and home in the worst kind of ways. June was usually the rainy season in Japan, not August like it seemed to be everywhere else. It throws her off. Worse than that, the sudden downpour has ruined her outfit and make-up.

"Agh!" the blond shouts, entering the cafe dramatically. Without much care for her surroundings, she's shaking herself off like a wet dog in frustration. It's only after that she realizes 1) she's in public and maybe shouldn't do that and 2) some poor guy ended up in her splash zone. "Oh, shit-" she starts, immediately looking for napkins or something to help dab up the excess water. "Sorry, dude, I didn't think anyone would be over here."

Claude von Riegan | Fire Emblem: 3 Houses | OTA

[mutually_doomed]

Arrival
[If Claude has to wake up in one more creepy hospital room he might break something. Upon learning he can't move, panic starts to rise. And then the lights turn on and some weird looking ...human? Not Human? Thing starts talking. Claude gets the distinct feeling he isn't going to learn anything useful, and the second he gets the chance he gets dressed and gets the hell out of there.

And promptly gets lost. But that's the best way to learn new places, right?]

Autumn Winds
[Claude eventually found his house and spent days figuring out how everything worked. Whoever invented instruction manuals would get a big, fat kiss if Claude ever met them. The technology in this place was amazing. He didn't have to sweep. There was a machine that did the dishes for him. He didn't have to worry about maintaining a consistent fire temperature when he cooked. The spice cupboard left something to be desired, but he fixed that by going to a grocery store.

Did he miss home and worry about what was happening there? Yes. Was this awesome? Yes.

Claude leaves the windows open, letting the smell of sweet spices and slow roasting chicken float out to the neighborhood and letting the cool air in. He is sitting on his porch with a cup of hot chai and a fresh pot and additional cup, waiting for an interesting person to appear for a nice cup of tea.]

Rainy Days

[Here he was, minding his own business after picking up some treats for his family, and the sky opened up like an angry god and absolutely dumped a bathtub's worth of water on him. Claude, remembering he saw a sign for a library nearby, tucks the treats under his shirt and makes a mad dash for it.

Upon entering the library, dripping wet, he sees that the packaging for the treats is absolutely soaked. There is no way these are making it more than 20 minutes. Despite getting the stink eye from a librarian at the front desk, a soggy Claude goes to find a table to set his sad pastries.]

Anyone want some sweets?

Wildcard

rainy days

[doctopoda]

[Otto's ducked into the library for similar reasons. His hair's slicked against his head and his sunglasses are very irritatingly speckled with raindrops. At least the actuators are reasonably waterproofed. He and they both glance over at the question - casually, at first, and then a little more focused when he realizes it was a general question to the room. Why would...oh, he sees.]

They got soaked?

Autumn Winds

[topgradesandbraids]

[Being assigned to a family was a strange idea to Marcille-- but, if she thought of it as a Dungeon exploration party where they all had the same goals, the idea itself was not terribly far-fetched. The wonders of the advanced technology inside, however, had her eyes sparkling for the first few days while she tried to figure out how, exactly, it worked. Magic and technology were in theory not too distant in the workings behind them, but the sheer physicality of the machines that washed dishes and maintained the right heat for cooking without an obvious flame was on a different level.

Maybe in a few years of study, she could have figured it out. For the moment there were other matters to worry about more... like figuring out the nature of her profession, or returning to the Dungeon.

But-- the open windows and the warm scent of a hot meal in the oven and the vibrant spices that wafted out into the neighborhood when she arrived back home was enough of a distraction from the weight of her thoughts. Walking up onto the porch, she smiled warmly at Claude.]

Oh, wow! [She sighed.]

Whatever you're cooking smells amazing!

Autumn Winds

[hauntedsnowfall]

[ This is one of those days where Dimitri distinctly does not feel real. Here he was, walking along ground that was paved, pushing a stroller with a not quite so real baby in it. In some sort of village where all the houses look the same. Pretending to fit in, lest his people, all his people, and all the other people... cease to exist? Perish? He had to raise an infant while pretending to be a married layman. Strange did not begin to cover what Dimitri felt.

He knew it wasn't the brightest idea to be walking their child when the weather could turn in a second, but he brought an umbrella, had a raincoat tucked away in the baby-bag, and figured he could make do somehow. Rain was such a benign worry.

Each time Dimitri goes out prowling walking around he makes sure to cover new ground. It had been days since their arrival and he still hadn't found Felix, nor had he found Claude. He expected Claude to be difficult to track down, but not Felix...

When Dimitri rounds the next block he smells something good wafting through the air pulling his mind to the present. And there he is, like Dimitri had summoned him. Of course the man was sitting on a porch like he didn't have a care in the world. Was that tea? Dimitri thinks Claude looks odd in the locals clothing, not bad, just... bizarre. He look like he belonged, yet something about him seemed not of this world. Hm. Perhaps that was simply prior knowledge.

Either way it was next to impossible to be stealthy when you're six foot two with a baby carriage walking through all these shorn lawns. It was probably best to hail the man before he made some sort of ridiculous scene. ... If the man still had a penchant for making ridiculous scenes.

Dimitri raises his hand in greeting. ]

Afternoon!

rainy days

[merciekills]

[Guess who else is stuck? One (1) Mercedes von Martritz can probably be heard humming softly, flitting about the library as though she works there. With how she was acting, it might have probably fit her better. It's in one of these moments of flitting about, carrying a few books with her, that she spots the poor, soaked man.

She gasps, then comes over.]

Oh Claude, what happened?

arrival.

[hasitsthorns]

[ While she doesn't need to be in the hospital, it's not like she has anything better to do. Both her children are grown and at school. The cleaning, cooking, and other housespouse domestic duties are done... To occupy her time, she's taken up volunteer nurse hours at the local hospital. That had to be a task, right? Even if it wasn't, well- It gives her something to do that isn't sticking her nose in other people's business.

Sort of. She's still kind of doing that here since it seems like a good way to either 1) meet new people or 2) see what neighborhood gossip is going on. She's doing her due diligence and checking on patients when: ] Sir?

[ A five foot nothing blonde walks up, all smiles with a hand on her hip and the other holding some medical equipment. ] Do you need assistance? [ Not a face she recognizes (and she would remember a cute face like his) so maybe he's just arrived? ]

ava * mcu (ota)

[decohere]

arrival
[she fights for control over her limbs and finds none, though the machine reading her vitals picks up a spike in heart rate. at the arrival of the android, she anticipates horrible experimentation and continues to strain in vain. but none occurs, just a rather generic list of rules that she responds to with an eye roll. after the two excruciatingly long minutes are up, Ava checks her body over for any signs that she's been poked or prodded in any invasive way.

she regards the earpiece with skepticism, tempted to smash it. but if it's a tracker or some mind controlling device, they'd have implanted such while she was out. Ava dresses quickly and pockets it, before studying the note clutched in trembling hands. temporarily residing. first the clown infested space station, now whatever's on the outside of this hospital room. she feels sick, being jerked around without warning or clear explanations for any of it. she closes her eyes tightly, wishes she could be back home.

but she's not. she's here. and she crumples the note in frustrated resolve to make it through, survive. as she stalks through the hallways, it appears she's not alone.] Do you have any idea what's going on?

home
[she hates this place, and especially having to share it. she avoids the other occupants as much as possible, refusing to play along with any expected family dynamic.

but one day it's all too much, and she lashes out at a lamp, swatting it right off the end table. she stares at it, broken on the floor, and pinches at the bridge of her nose.] Fuck.

the aquarium
a.
[Ava has plenty of experience in security. that is, breaking through it and taking out security guards wherever she's been assigned to infiltrate. so she's sure that this is some sort of joke at her expense. but honestly she prefers it to being sent on some kill mission. even if she doesn't understand why large tanks full of fish actually need guarding. it quickly begins to feel like a complete waste of her time, and she's not sure why she's even going along with it. except she has nothing else to do.

unfortunately people are being encouraged to visit the aquarium, and guests seem to mistake her lurking around as invitation to ask questions about the sea creatures on exhibit.] Yeah. That's a tropical cactus fish. Most poisonous creature in the reefs. They eat baby ducks. [she's just making it up as she goes.]

b.
[she's not used to being on the other side of the glass. though after contemplatively staring at the trapped creatures swimming around, day after day, it is tempting to commit some sort of fish heist. not that she thinks most of these fish are self aware enough to realize they're not free. as much as she doubts there's anywhere better to release them en masse. but.

she waits toward the end of her shift, when things are less busy, and approaches a tank full of smaller colorful fish. for a few minutes she watches the patterns they swim in, which ones drift closer, paying her no mind because she's rendered herself barely visible. before she strikes out, hand phasing right through the side of the tank, to close her fingers around a particularly oblivious guppy and yank it right back out. it wiggles in her grip, before she dumps it into a bucket full of water.

who is going to stop her? she's the security guard.]

wildcard

the aquarium b.

[beagoodgirl]

[Clack.

It is that noise that that sounds out some ways behind Ava, of something falling against the tiles of the aquarium floor. But what was that noise, anyways?

On the floor where the noise came from is what is unmistakably a landing net.

Seeing where this is going, the aspiring thief heister steps fully out from the corner she was hid behind, picking the net up as she does. She's dressed in a long-sleeved hood with a scarf pulled up over most of her face, but her mismatched green-blue eyes give her identity away to anyone that's spent any degree of time with her. Like, say, due to sharing a house.]

...so, how cool would you be with cutting me in on the take?

Yuri Leclerc | Fire Emblem Warriors: Three Hopes | OTA

[wolfish]

[ Expect to see Yuri dressed in attire that accentuates his slim build at virtually all times. He'll often be found wearing high-collared tops, often with embellishments like lantern sleeves, dark trousers that fit like they were made for him, and boots with heels. Yuri knows a thing or three about presentation — he'll never be seen around town without immaculate makeup. Ever. ]

I. Class Act (Maplewood Upper School
[ Yuri doesn't know exactly why he's been assigned to be a school principal (how did they know he cares about kids???) but since playing a role is their job, there's not much for it. He won't drag down the collective efforts of everyone from Fódlan by slouching.

But that doesn't mean that Yuri's about to go about things in any way but his own. Whether he's meant to be a desk jockey or not, he's more inclined to wander through the school, his strides casual despite the briskness of his pace. If he comes across a student ditching class, causing a bit of mischief, or otherwise engaged in youthful rebellion, he'll approach them. ]

You're supposed to be in class right about now, yeah? [ He pauses, angling his gaze toward the nearest clock, not that he needs the confirmation. ] What do you say to finding your way to class, and we'll forget about all this? No harm done.

[ He'd prefer kids get armed with an education few in his world are privileged to ever get, rather than punish them needlessly. ]

II. Kitchen Warrior
[ When Yuri's not busy jobbing, he's off to more important things... Like Dimitri-proofing the house. After the school day is done, it doesn't take Yuri long to identify the stores he needs and gravitate toward certain aisles.

Most commonly, he can be found where kitchenware and appliances are sold, scrutinizing boxes and testing the weight of different items. It would appear he's especially particular, but really, he's on a mission. ]

Stainless steel, huh... Wonder if this'd do.

[ Yuri swings a frying pan as though testing its worthiness as a weapon with a thoughtful frown. ]

III. Rainy Days
[ The sudden downpour's nothing entirely too terrible, except for the fact that Yuri can't drive one of those metal boxes wheels they've got around here. He'd hesitate to call it some form of wagon, noisy as it is, but he's seen people manning them.

Alien as it is to him, he makes do with walking. Unfortunately, that sees him marooned when the rain turns torrential. He'd just wandered into a cafe, so there are worse places to be, and he reasons he could just give those baked treats in the display case another glance. Maybe he'll get something to take home.

Never has a man looked to be in more intense thought than one Yuri Leclerc, hand to chin as he scrutinizes pastries. ]

...Cake pop? I get the cake part, but it pops?

[ Look, he's medieval. But he's also very stylish, so at least there's that. ]

IV. Wildcard
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I

[beagoodgirl]

[At the beginning of all this, Riley was actually somewhat excited to go to school. It would be deeply weird, to be sure, but the chance to experience something so mundane and normal would be nice. Bittersweet in the best case.

Or, so she thought. In hindsight, she should've known better.

As it is, she's playing hooky in a quiet corner of the school's library, holding some meaningless book that she was only half-reading even before she looks up to regard her interlocutor with the entire weight of her disillusionment with the highs and lows of high school.]

And if I said fuck that? Detention? A lecture? Gonna tell my parents?

hunter | the owl house

[factsimile]

i. arrival

[Hunter listens to the greeting... no the debriefing, as best he can. He's usually so good at being alert. But this time, as Eos addresses him, he can't seem to keep his gaze on her. Instead, they keep darting towards the door. He listens as best he can and then he's alone.

The two minute wait before he can move is excruciating. Anxiety burns his skin and the desire to escape consumes his thoughts. As soon as he can move, he throws his whole body forward as he puts everything into moving. He grabs his clothes and, still consumed with the desire to escape begins to put them on haphazardly during his escape. He ends up with his shirt on backwards and one boot unlaced.

Hunter runs as far as he can, making it to the elevator, before his legs give out and he collapses on the floor.]

It wasn't supposed to be like this...! This isn't where we were supposed to go! Where is everyone...? [He puts his head in his hands, trying to remember how to breathe.]

ii. autumn winds

[Hunter can generally be seen doing one of two things:

First, he's doing every single chore on the chore list and then some. So he caan be seen raking leaves, at both his own place and any neighbors who might need it too. Which means you might finding him raking your lawn for you or carrying a ridiculous amount of groceries.

Second, he's seen pouring over phone books, very carefully reading each and every name. He's clearly not finding what he needs as, the longer Hunter reads, the more displeased his expression grows. Eventually forcefully lets the book drop to the table and runs his hands down his face.]

Ugh! Why didn't I ask Luz what her surname was? Or why didn't she think say it! That would be proper manners! [Then he groans and drops his face into the open pages. A small cardinal hops onto his shoulder and chirps.]

iii.rain

[Hunter is standing outside in the rain, eyes wide, palms up and letting the droplets fall on his skin. He flinches occasionally, like one might do after being hit with the first droplet but not the thousandth, and then seems to realize how silly that was. He looks at the soft droplets hitting his outstretched palm with wonder.

It really doesn't burn when it rains here, huh? [He smiles at the bird.] Do you like it, bud?

iv. wildcard

[The world is your oyster! Hit me up at worldtype or worldtype discord!]

iii.rain

[mutually_doomed]

[Claude watches the boy that is supposed to be his son here stand out in the rain from the warmth of inside the house. He notes every flinch. What kind of life did this kid live where the rain scares him? Claude watches Hunter talks to his little cardinal and his heart clenches. It reminded him so much of Marianne. Where was she? Was she safe? Were the rest of the Deer together?

Claude shakes his head and goes farther into the house. Claude starts the kettle, grabs a towel for his 'kid' and wraps a throw blanket from the couch around his shoulders before turning the front light on and stepping out onto the porch. He gives Hunter a couple more minutes before calling out.]

You're gonna catch your death if you stay out there all night.

Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd || Fire Emblem: Three Houses || OTA

[hauntedsnowfall]

☾ Arrival

[ For the week of Dimitri's arrival he will be seen skulking around the area of the hospital. From prowling around the outside walkways and gardens to sitting on near by benches reading some book or other he has checked out from the library. Most of the books are How-tos, For Dummys, or general operational manuals since he is from somewhere considered "medieval" he has a lot of catching up to do.

The man might have a rather intimidating aura... if not for the baby carriage he keeps with him most of the time. The frills on it do not project I-have-killed-hundreds. So, rather than a war torn man he probably looks more like a tired father. It's ok, he can be both. Either way the blond seems to talk to himself or an unseen presence on occasion. ]

☾ Rainy Days

[ On the weekend, his "husband" is home and able to watch their child Dimitri will sometimes seek solace outside in nature. Or as close to nature he can get in this strange tar and cement world. When the weather turns and the sky dumps a torrent causing most people run inside, Dimitri will stand still as a stone and enjoy the water soaking into his skin. Maybe that's in the park, or maybe it's in the town proper. Either way he just stops where he is and takes it in. Even if that spot is in the middle of the road. ]

☾ Ice Skating Rink

[ When he heard there is a building with an ice skating rink within Dimitri wasn't quite sure if his leg was being pulled or not. It was autumn, how could there be ice? But once more, this place's technologies have managed to baffle him again. At least this time it's in his favor.

So on the rare occasion when he is not taking care of the baby Dimitri can be found at the local Ice Rink with blades on his feet. For such a large man he is rather graceful upon the ice. He may even be performing a trick or three. He's more capable on the ice than he is in a ballroom. After all, he did grow up in the north. The snow and ice is in his blood. ]

☾ Wildcard

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ice skating rink

[utinam]

[Nuvia had always been fascinated by the idea of indoor snow and ice. Today, she was drawn to the ice-skating rink, a place where the chill soothed her ever-warm core. Dressed in her comfortable wine sleeveless top and matching pants with light pink trims, she stepped into the rink, expecting to be alone.

To her surprise, a tall, graceful man was already on the ice, performing tricks with effortless fluidity. Instead of feeling bothered, she felt a sense of shared experience.

Without hesitation, she stepped onto the ice barefoot, creating more ice beneath her to help smooth the rink. Gliding gracefully thanks to her powers, she approached the man.]

You’re really good at this! I usually come here to avoid the crowds, but it's nice to see someone else enjoying the ice.

[She continued to glide, creating intricate patterns, feeling at home in the cold and warmed by the shared presence.]

Riley Grace Davis | Worm

[beagoodgirl]

I — ARRIVAL

[It's a fairly major change of pace; a space station stuck in unstable orbit about a black hole, that is further trapped in a time loop and haunted by clowns, to... the seat she doesn't usually occupy in this kind of medical horror.

Riley spends the majority of her paralysis working herself into and out of anxious terror, watching her vitals spike and dip, spike and dip. When movement returns to her, and she finds herself in the hospital's foyer, it's mostly whim that guides her to make the decision to stick around for a while. Really take in the atmosphere.

Any person who enters from deeper into this complex is getting stared at. Really stared at. She's staring extremely hard.]

II — NORMAL LEMONADE STAND

[When one thinks of idyllic suburban children, it's probably not too far down the list of Iconic Acts^TM that one finds "running a lemonade stand."

So, while it's a bit aseasonal, it is unlikely to be that terribly jarring to anyone walking down one of the residential streets to see one such stand, painted a cute baby blue, and even decorated with a couple little faux lemons on the sign.

What is terribly jarring is that the sign atop it does not read "Lemonade." Instead, it reads "Surgery." Riley, who sits behind the counter of the stand, looks vaguely bored. There are multiple sharp implements on the counter before her.]

III — RAINY DAYS

[Riley has, before this moment, had no real grand opinion on rain. It's just weather, and, frankly, she just plain had bigger fish to fry than to get frowny about a bit of water. Shit like that simply wouldn't slow Bonesaw down.

But now, in this moment?

Riley rushes into the cafe with what might be equal to her body weight in water soaking her through, the very image of an utterly miserable sopping wet cat. She sloshes her way over to the nearest table, swings an utterly waterlogged bag onto it with a wet splorch, and collapses into one of the seats and begins at the task of trying to wring the water out of her sleeves.

If anyone else was using it, she'll look at them after a moment, seemingly only just processing their existence.]

...how about that weather, huh? Fucking awful.

IV — WILDCARD

[want to do something else? go for it!]

CLOSED PROMPTS

[beagoodgirl]

Sandalphon | Granblue Fantasy | OTA

[prevail]

I. Odd Bird
[ Sandalphon's world is decidedly nothing at all like Moorecroft. The architecture is different, the level of technology is different, and everywhere he goes, he runs into something he's unable to identify or determine the purpose of.

At the present time, he's confronted with a large, freestanding blue box wrought of metal. On one side, it has an open slot, the use of which is equally uncertain. It must be used for something, but what?

He first inspects the box, then tries to peer into the opening, only to lean away with a dissatisfied frown. Next, he tries knocking on it. ]

Hollow, I see...

[ The mystery of the blue box intensifies. ]

II. The Immortal Experience
[ Sandalphon had, out of concern for the others' well-being, taken it upon himself to pursue whatever danger haunted the nights in Moorecroft. With his ability to demanifest his physical body, it isn't any difficulty avoiding the bots. In fact, that part goes quite smoothly.

The trouble is, he awakens on his doorstep next to a newspaper that indicates that two days have since elapsed. Try as he might, he can't clearly recall anything specific — only a formless dread. Somehow, he knows that something had managed to kill him.

Did whatever was out at night wield chaos, as Beelzebub did? He sits there on the welcome mat, staring numbly at the date on the paper in his hands. Only when someone passes by does he finally stir, as though their arrival has somehow animated him at last. ]

Is it truly the twenty-eighth?

[ He calls out, his voice taut with unease. ]

III. A Fine Whine
[ As Sandalphon's assigned spouse has been issued the directive to perform the role of "wine mom", he has taken it upon himself to ensure Vincent is well-supplied. Though he'd never before heard the term, he knows the individual words. He knows that Vincent requires wine.

The only specification he's been given, however, is red wine.

Presently, Sandalphon is faced with an entire wall of bottles labeled as red wine. First he tries scrutinizing labels, uncertain exactly what it is he's looking for. Then, he tries to flag down an employee with no success. After a third one makes eye contact — he's sure they did — and hurries away, he huffs dejectedly and folds his arms. ]

How is anyone to know which to choose? They're just bottles.

[ This isn't at all as easy as coffee. ]

IV. Wildcard
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ii.

[equivo]

[ It's an ungodly hour to be out and about. If Krouse had woken up for it, he'd be disappointed in himself. Fortunately, he can pin this early morning stroll on insomnia instead of virtue.

He's not surprised to Sandalphon up and at it, given his discipline and caffeine habit. He is a little surprised by the question. ]

Yes?