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MISSION 004 MINI MINGLE.

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!

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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.]

[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.

[ 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?

[The mission was certainly an odd one, and not something Mercedes herself would have ever called one. Not that she was complaining, not when it was a good way to ease her nerves and allow her to find some sense of normalcy in an otherwise abnormal circumstance.

Because really, this was a strange situation.

Cleaning helped a lot. She was used to taking of others in the church, even back in the monastery, before she arrived. She found peace in simply doing the same kind of chores that allowed her a clean space and a tidy world, a kind of order that was possible with her bare hands that a war could never provide. The wariness from her housemates is understandable, given their various backgrounds, but after a while, it was hard not to feel concerned at how much she's being avoided.

She can't help but become a bit nosier, maybe too bold for such a skittish person, smiling gently at her.]

Is that so? I was thinking of getting us some warmer clothes for the season, if you were available to accompany me.

[She smiles a little more brightly at the sight of a familiar face, lowering the hand that was holding the feather duster so she can turn to him fully.]

Oh, Yuri! I didn't think I'd see you here. Actually, I just noticed that the books weren't arranged, so I went about rearranging them. One thing led to another, and...

[She lifts the feather duster, smiling.]

It's nice when things are tidy, isn't it? IT would make the library more comfortable.

[Ava shifts in and out of focus, frowning with uncertainty. anyone else it'd be much easier to tell her to mind her business and leave her alone, but she can't bring herself to voice it. she keeps reminding herself not to bring out her frustrations on others that don't deserve it, that Mercedes didn't ask to be dragged into this anymore than she did. but mostly not to let anyone become aware of what she really is, even if she does feel like an imposter walking amongst everyone else.

she looks down at what she's wearing at the suggestion. this is a woman that's never owned more than maybe two shirts at a time, and has never particularly cared what any of it has looked like as long as it was comfortable and functional. the idea of getting more clothes seems... frivolous, but also an extreme hassle that outweighs the inconvenience of a slight chill. she's not sure why she's even being asked to accompany in this errand, except maybe Mercedes is wary of venturing off alone. this place is freaky, and she has no idea if this woman is capable of defending herself in case things go wrong.

and would she feel guilty, if something did? she's not sure.] Like at a shop?

[a long pause where she tries to come up with all the excuses to say no.] I guess.

[ It's very like her, he thinks. Mercedes always seems to do something others will benefit from, one way or another. Fortunately, she's never struck him as the sort to allow others to take advantage of that, so he doesn't have to worry as much. ]

You'd think their staff would do that sort of thing.

[ He expresses it as a mere casual thought, glancing toward the books on the shelf. ]

We're all supposed to play some role or face consequences, yeah?

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.]

[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.]

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
[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

Edited 2024-07-29 01:49 (UTC)

[Claude, who had been minding his own business watering his flowers, has to fight the reflex to flip and maybe stab the person who was suddenly hugging him from behind. He might have had it not been a child looking for her mother.

Claude turns, very obviously not a woman, but puts a hand on the girl's head all the same.]

Hey, hey it's alright.

[He fishes around in his pocket for a handkerchief but can't find one. He crouches down and uses his sleeve to wipe the tears away.]

I'm not your mom, but I can help you find her.

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

Yes! I'm glad then. I've been wanting to spend time with you.

[She clasps her hands together, pleased at the response. Sure, she's wary, but she still agreed. That meant she was also interested in getting to know her, right?

Of course, that was Mercedes' own assumption, but she is smiling nonetheless.]

Since it got chilly so suddenly, let's shop for some clothes. It would be good if we can find something at a bargain.

I'm sure they're doing their best. I just thought it was a good thing to finish now, since I can't go home with this downpour.

[All the chores she was going to do in order to complete their mission...]

What role did you get, Yuri?

... Why? [there's a hint of suspicion in her tone.] Is that one of the tasks? [because that'd make more sense, than any actual genuine desire to be around her when Ava's certain she's come of entirely unapproachable.]

I've never been shopping. [that doesn't feel like a normal thing to admit.]

Oof!

[Mercedes had been minding her own business, humming a hymn as she raked leaves, when suddenly something crashed into her from behind. Surprise immediately registers, especially when she hears the sound of a child crying, and she ends up letting go of the rake as a result.

Oh dear.]

Oh, I'm not-- There, there. It's all right, um...

[She should probably calm her first, so she reaches behind her to gently pat her head, since this position was hard to work with.]

Could you let me turn?

[ Yuri visibly hesitates. ]

...Don't laugh, alright?

[ Not that he thinks she would, but he just knows how much it's at odds with his reputation. ]

It is, but I just thought it would be nice. Since we are working on this mission together, isn't it better to get along?

[Though she gasps at what she says next, because no.]

Never?

[She tilts her head, confused.]

Hmm? All right. I won't laugh.

[He looked so awkward, it makes her so much more curious.]

[ He sighs, preparing himself for her reaction, and— ]

They made me the upper school principal.

[ Whatever upper even is, he doesn't know, they just have schools for magic and military leadership so... Baffling. ]

That sounds like a wonderful job. Doesn't it suit you?

[An organized leader, someone who seems good at rallying people, and the kids like him. Surely, a good job.]

[ Is it? IS IT???

Yes, she's right, but alas he is a clown. ]

Out of everyone here though? Strikes me as an odd choice.

Is it? You're good with children, and you care a lot for their wellbeing.

[So you know, he's clearly good enough for it.]

I ended up becoming a housespouse myself. I'm not sure I'm happy with it, since it doesn't feel like I'm useful.

[ 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
[ ooc: Got another idea? Throw a starter at him. ]

Edited 2024-07-29 11:44 (UTC)

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MISSION 004 MINI MINGLE.

Mercedes von Martritz | Fire Emblem: Three Houses | OTA

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Loki | MCU | OTA

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ava * mcu (ota)

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Yuri Leclerc | Fire Emblem Warriors: Three Hopes | OTA