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Summer TDM

POLYMYTHOS: SUMMER 2021

Test Drive Meme


Ⅰ. ARRIVAL
You can read all about your character's arrival in the game lore.
You land on an island, no surprise there. It’s not particularly large, this island, but what’s really more of note is that the entire thing is a beach. White sand stretches out in every direction, the only greenery being palm trees and impossibly fragrant bushes of flowers that resemble hibiscuses.

Allergic to the sun? Don’t worry, there’s plenty of canopies set up so that you can get some shade. There’s also changerooms with toilets and showers, and also free swimsuits that fit you perfectly! There’s plenty of food stalls - try a corndog, or the fish and chips at “America’s Scrod Basket!” Groovy! Once night falls, you can relax in one of the many hammocks strung up between the palm trees, or catch some Zs on the surprisingly comfortable beach chairs all over the place. All of your basic needs are met, Traveler!

Notes:
1. Please remember to mark threads appropriately with Content Warnings when necessary.

2. These prompts are a jumping off point - how they affect your character and their development is up to you.

3. Have fun!



Ⅱ. BEACH BLANKET BINGO!
All of the residents of this island look like they’ve stepped off the set of a 1960s beach party movie. Catalina Caper, maybe. They’re all extremely friendly, and BOY do they love to dance! Which they do. Frequently.

In fact, did you notice the live band? Because there’s a live band! A few, actually - they rotate through the day and into the evening, although you never actually see them switch. That’s pretty weird.

The island residents will drag you into one of their many, many dance parties whenever they can. Sometimes they’ll just form around you like a horrible flash mob, twisting and shaking like they’ve downed a gallon of redbull.

Maybe you want to get as far away from the water and the parties as possible. Venture further inland and you’ll find yourself still surrounded by sand and a few tropical plants. There’s bound to be a few other Travelers about, but at least it’s quiet.

Wait. What the hell is that, a lawnmower?

Surprise! As you stand there, a dune buggy comes plowing over the hill, spraying sand everywhere. Inside of the buggy is a group of young people, all smiling broadly at you and any other Travelers nearby.

“Hello, friends!” they cry. “Want to take a ride? Charlie’s got a ton of these, you can borrow one!” So if you really feel like careening all over the island, this is a great way to do it!

Notes:
1. These residents of the island are normal humans. Killing them is possible and will affect the colour grading of your Scrywatch depending on the situation.

2. The food is safe to eat, and is consumable by non-human entities.

3. The short creepy guy who has the keys to the dune buggies might be a little pissed if you trash them, but he can be mollified if you listen to his shitty music and tell him it's good.



Ⅲ. SURF'S UP!
CW: drowning, possible death.
As with all of the islands you will visit, you will either see the island as floating either in a horizonless sky, or in the middle of a wine-dark sea. Regardless of which you see, you soon discover that you can go surfing in it.

That’s right - there’s a bunch of boards set up down at one end of the beach. Wander down and you’ll find yourself suddenly embroiled in a surfing contest! That’s right, it’s you versus another Traveler - first one off of their board is the loser! Win and you’ll be the most popular person on the island for the duration of your stay! People will lavish attention and gifts upon you. Lose and you’ll be ridiculed! They’ll probably even make fun of your mom!

Whether or not you care about winning, once you’re in the middle of the contest you and your fellow Traveler will see someone swimming not far away from you. Or they were swimming - now they seem to be going down and popping up, looking terrified. The realisation comes to you suddenly: they’re drowning.

You have a choice here - you can forfeit the win to save this stranger, or you can leave them to their own devices. Your opponent will have the same choice. Be a hero, or be a winner?

Notes:
1. Obviously, the decision to save the swimmer or not will affect the colour of your Scrywatch. Both parties may decide to save the swimmer, or both may decide to continue on with the contest. Your reason for saving them can also make an impact - are you saving them only to be considered a hero by the island residents?



Ⅳ. TERROR AT ROCK-OUT BEACH!
CW: unwanted romantic attention from a monster, optional sexual themes.
You’re just sitting there minding your own business when you suddenly realise that you’re very nearly alone. In fact, it’s just you and another Traveler, maybe a few. Where did everyone go?

Suddenly a shadow falls over you. You turn and are greeted by what looks like a man in a vaguely fish-like costume; it has flat webbed feet, a body covered in what appears to be rubber seaweed, and a triangular head with huge rubber gills sticking out to either side. Its immobile mouth has pointy teeth, and its bug-eyes appear to have pupils merely painted on.

This monster waves its arms threateningly. “Gaaaaah!” it says. Its voice is muffled. “Gaahhhhhhhhh!”

Somehow it is a lot faster than it looks, and the next thing you know it has enfolded you in its embrace.

“You will be Flupper’s bride!” the monster shouts, regardless of your gender identification. It looks at whoever happens to be in your general vicinity. “Who this?”

Struggling, you realise that Flupper is stronger than any creature you’ve ever encountered before. You can’t seem to get it to let go of you, and it's rocking against you in such a way that it makes a sound like the soles of sneakers on a gym floor. On the plus side, it doesn’t have any genitals so at least it’s not as bad as it could be. Still, desperate times call for desperate measures! “That’s my partner!” you claim before you can think about how stupid an idea that is.

“You bride? LIES! Flupper can tell!”

“We can prove it!”

“Oh yeah? Tell something only bride would know!”

Oh shit. Now you’re stuck - you and your fellow Traveler have to admit to something true about love or intimacy, under the guise of it being about the other. Flupper’s lie detecting abilities are good enough to call you out on untruths, but not good enough to know who you’re talking about.

He’s not letting you out of his squeaky embrace until you’ve convinced him that you’re a couple.

Notes:
1. It’s up to you how much of this back and forth it takes to convince Flupper that you are ‘brides.’

2. You can choose to abandon someone in Flupper’s grip - this would be reflected in your Scrywatch colour. Probably negatively, unless you feel strongly about the morality of fishman marriage via kidnapping. The ‘bride’ would then be forced to attend an extremely dull ceremony lasting three days and three nights. For the duration of your stay on the island, you would now be married and expected to bring Flupper its slippers and pipe every evening.

3. You can try to kill Flupper. Unlike the other residents of the island, it is extremely resilient and strong. It is possible, however.

4. You can keep this completely G rated - maybe all you know of love is that time in first grade when you got a Valentine card from the cutest kid in class - but if you DO get saucy, please mark your thread with a Content Warning.



Greetings, prospective Travelers! Welcome to the Summer 2021 POLYMYTHOS test drive meme and thank you for your interest in our game! Our next application round will run from June 25 - July 2, 2021. For the months of June, July, and August, we invite you to use this TDM to explore but one of many, many islands within the Endless Isles; use it as an opportunity to introduce and familiarize yourself with the game, form connections with other characters, and just have some fun. (Perhaps while also getting some solid samples together for your application!)

Use the prompts provided below as-is or feel free to write your own set within the environment detailed in each. You're even welcome to access the network via your character's ScryWatch. While there will be some inevitable changes, TDMs may count as game canon and some islands may be revisited in the future. Be mindful of your surroundings -- you never know how you and your fellow Travelers might affect this place in the long run.

Hang ten, Moon doggy! Seeking those killer jams?


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Re: Questions, comments, concerns?

[personal profile] necrosavior 2021-06-18 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Hello kindly mods,

Gideon needs sunglasses as a vision aide. Would I be correct in reading/interpreting this set up as: arrive without but get them at the canopies? If not, how should that get handled?

Thank you!
helpdesk_hero: David Alleyne  / Prodigy - From Young Avengers (Default)

[personal profile] helpdesk_hero 2021-06-19 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
Are characters from a CRAU setting that gave them additional powers might bring in those powers (in whole or part) rather than simply canon powers?
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Gabby Kinney | Marvel 616

[personal profile] honeybadgered 2021-06-19 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
Arrival

Well. This... isn't ideal. The situation, not the beach. The beach is about as idealistic as a beach can possibly be. She feels like she's stepped into a post card it's so pretty.

The situation, though. She doesn't want to better herself! She's already great! And if she were bettering herself, she'd want to do it with her friends and family around her! On Krakoa with the other mutants!

She walks along the beach, kicking sand sulkily. She gets a corn dog eventually and retreats to a hammock, doing her best to imitate the surliness of the rest of her family.

It's a good corndog, at least.

Eventually, she gets bored of sulking and gets up to explore. She's still annoyed, but, well, there's a lot to see, and she's naturally curious. She can be found running along the beach or splashing through the water, fully clothed. She could put on one of the free swimsuits, she just chooses not to. She even dances with the locals!

Surfing

Gabby can't actually swear that she fell off because she saw the person flailing in the water. It turns out that she does not have a secondary mutation for surfing and she is very, very bad at it. Which has not stopped her from trying!!

Still, she saw the flailing person seconds before she fell, and she's a superhero. There's no question on her part what she's going to do. She flops back onto her board and starts swimming with it over to where the person is.

She could swim faster if she ditched it. But she's pretty small. It'll probably be better to have something floaty. Assuming she can get to the person in time at all.

She kicks harder. What she wouldn't give to have some sort of speed powers right now!!
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Alex Claremont-Diaz | Red, White, and Royal Blue

[personal profile] bisexualdisaster 2021-06-19 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
Arrival + Beach Blanket Bingo

Alex is not entirely sure this isn't an extremely realistic dream. It wouldn't be the first beach dream he's had. Sure, he doesn't get much opportunity to go to them outside of photo ops and events these days, but he grew up in Texas and California and visiting Mexico with his dad. This is his natural habitat. One of them, anyway.

It's not long before he's shirtless and wandering around, looking as natural and at home as he always does. But his eyes are as sharp as ever, and despite his relaxed demeanor, he's taking everything in and making mental notes about the place as he goes. He even goes so far as to ask the locals about libraries or at least travel brochures so he can have something to read up on. Not that he plans on acknowledging that he's going to spend his time on the beach studying. That would make his status as a sex symbol plummet.

Eventually, he gets his hands on a beach buggy and watch the fuck out. Alex doesn't get to drive often these days. Being the son of the president has some great perks, but the beefed up security is not always one of them. So he takes advantage when he has the chance.

He goes fast, almost recklessly so, though he stays pretty clear of people, letting the adrenaline from doing something stupidly risky just for the hell of it.

This will definitely end well.

Terror at Rock-Out Beach

"So I feel like we have to take a moment to acknowledge that whether or not we're partners has absolutely no bearing on if you're allowed to marry someone against their will." Alex doesn't need law school to know that much. "This is so fucked up."

Not like he has much of a choice considering none of his secret service agents are here and his ability to take someone in a fight is... well, he doesn't know when it comes to a monster rejected from one of those horrible B Movies that is so bad it loops around to good and then straight past it back into still bad.

He sighs and rubs his eyes. Fucked up and stupid. "What do you need, my penis size? Cause I'm pretty sure that information's google-able."
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Hibino Kafka | Kaiju #8

[personal profile] kafka_esque 2021-06-19 01:26 am (UTC)(link)

a r r i v a l

[ Kafka's kind of freaking out, okay? He's not the person who should be here. If anyone should be here? It should be Mina. If they need a hero? It should be Mina. He's not- he's trying, but not only does he think that he's up to snuff for whatever this whole thing's going to be, but he's more than a little annoyed he's been plucked into all of this. How is he ever going to stand beside her if he's here?

But yeah, not going to lie, he chills out a little once he hits the beach party. The food (oh hell yeah, he stocks up), the drinks (beeeeeer), and the chance to chill out (chair? hammock? he's not picky, and he's definitely going to eventually fall asleep in one of them) definitely takes him in but he's not going to be all that boisterous unless someone bothers him. He can be perfectly chill and friendly if you just want to hang out, though. ]

s u r f ' s u p

[ Yeah, yeah, he's an old man at a whole 32 years old, sure, whatever, leave him alone, he'll do your stupid contest. And hey, he's not doing very well but he's trying at his hardest without transforming any part of his body. After all, in just a swim suit, he can't exactly hide much.

When he sees the person starting to drown, there's not even a question: he's diverting off and diving towards them, shouting out loud to anyone who's listening. ]


Hey! I'm coming, buddy. Hey, someone get help!

t e r r o r a t r o c k - o u t b e a c h

[ What. the hell.

...the worst part being that if he transformed, he'd probably probably just convince the thing even more that he's some sort of weird mate for it.

When the person he'd been hanging out with starts trying to convince them, he's going to start rambling.]


We're totally married! Or going to be married! Brides! Right.

[ ...he's not terribly convincing mostly because he looks far too angry while he says it and the aura of 'bachelor' is strong on this one. ]

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pike trickfoot, critical role.

[personal profile] monstah 2021-06-19 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
beach blanket bingo —
[ normally, pike would probably be greatly enjoying fun in the sun. you know, if she'd had some warning about this whole being transferred to another plane of existence thing. and if people here were more used to halflings and didn't accidentally bump into her all the time. being only about three feet tall hasn't ever been this difficult before. and it only gets more difficult when the dune buggy (what is that thing??) showers pike in a whoooole lotta sand. ]

Pleh, puh, ugh. [ she takes a minute to spit some out of her mouth, wiping at her face. ] That does not taste good.

[ looking down at herself, pike frowns a little. ] Aw, man! Now I've got sand in all kinds of uncomfortable places. Hey-- [ she waves at the nearest person. ] You! Yeah, you. Do you know if there's a place I can rinse off that isn't the ocean?

terror at rock-out beach —
[ to anyone not familiar with pike, or halflings in general, it probably looks a little silly that there is a tiny person standing up to this monster twice her size. but pike has faced much worse and definitely isn't afraid to plant one hand on a hip and point at this thing with the other, her angry voice coming out in full force. even as she whips out some half-truths. ]

There was a wedding at Dalen's Closet! [ not hers, but there was indeed. she just came from the final prep work. ] But! [ she raises an eyebrow. ] Even if we weren't, you can't go around just grabbing people and marrying them without asking. Haven't you heard of consent?

[ this is a rhetorical question as it's obvious this guy cares not a whit about consent. but it's distinctly possible that pike might end up giving flupper consent 101. ]
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Clark Kent | DCEU

[personal profile] apricitous 2021-06-19 02:04 am (UTC)(link)

ARRIVAL

[ There's a lot to take in.

He's no stranger to big revelations, to moments that change his life, but this one is still a lot to take in. He doesn't say much, just listens, intently enough that he almost doesn't realize that they've 'landed' until the boat rocks. He startles, then offers a quick, polite smile of thanks before he's disembarking.

It's certainly not what he expects, the whole thing feeling like a summer festival instead he'd expect to see near the river back in Smallville. Ever the kind of man intent on blending in, he'll get a swim suit, pick out some food, a drink, and try to find a spot to settle in to people watch. He's not opposed to talking to anyone, obviously, but he's still more used to hanging off to the side, to staying quietly apart. Unknown to him, he has a soft smile on his face as he watches the festivities. ]

BEACH BLANKET BINGO

[ The flash mob? Almost sets off his senses: too many people, too much noise, too much movement. He's used to struggling through it, so while his smile is a little brittle and his eyes are a little wide, he still ends up 'dancing' his way out with everyone in good spirits.

It's what leads him to explore a little, what has him nearly stumbling into the track of a beach buggy (which wouldn't have gone well for anyone, really). If someone gets mad at him about it, he'll be apologetic. Either way, he's going to try and get one of his own to give the whole a try himself. Want to take a ride? ]

SURF'S UP

[ Clark's never been one for competitions. They're just not something he does, for all kinds of reasons. He tries, really hard, to get them to leave him alone, to not drag him into the surfing competition, but eventually he gives in.

Of course, he'll stay near the back; for all that this situation is insane, he still doesn't know how he wants to handle his secret, how he'll handle what he can do in relation to other people. It's a lot of complication, a lot of secrets, and the fact that people are here from all sorts of different worlds doesn't make him any more or less awkward. He knows so little about his people, after all.

When the person starts drowning? There's not even a question. He's going, pretty fast too, to get that head above water and to escort them back to land... ]

WILDCARD

[ Anything you can think of! Ping me at [plurk.com profile] yarnzipan if you like ^_^ ]

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kara zor-el, dc comics.

[personal profile] crisised 2021-06-19 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
terror at rock-out beach —
[ in a throwback to the kinds of things one version of kara might have gotten herself involved in during the silver age, this kara finds herself in the grasp of flupper. and is rather surprised that she can't just pry herself out of his grasp. she is giving it the old college try, though, leaning as far away from him as possible, one hand planted on his head like she can push him away.

she's very carefully not thinking about the squeaking noise. if she doesn't think about it, it's not happening. ]


I shouldn't have to prove anything to a guy that looks like a B-movie reject.

[ she makes a little eugh sound as one of her hands slipslides against flupper's rather damp rubbery... skin? is that skin? or is it a costume? ... does kara really want to know? ]

Now let--me--go! [ it's a bit of an awkward angle, but kara kicks for where flupper's genitals would be. if he had any. alas, that he does not. help her out, fake spouse? ]

wildcard beach zzz's —
[ look, there's only so much excitement one can take before one wants a nap. even when one is a superhero. especially when one is a superhero just come from a long fight and a long year before said fight, and when one is essentially solar powered.

which is to say that it doesn't take long for kara to find herself a quiet-ish stretch of beach, set up a towel, and then conk out for a little bit. much like a cat, she ends up unconsciously scooting over as the sun moves across the sky and makes palm trees cast shade over the spot where she used to be. which, sadly, means during said nap she ends up turning over enough that she leaves her nice beach towel and ends up sleeping just in the sand.

it's probably safe to say she's gonna regret that when she wakes up. even moreso if she's allowed to keep sleeping in the sand. kara could probably use someone nudging her awake, if anyone is feeling generous. ]
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Gideon Nav | The Locked Tomb

[personal profile] necrosavior 2021-06-19 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
I. ARRIVAL
Unlike the temple, unlike Canaan House, this beach is not anywhere near a Ninth House affair. In Ninth House robes that have seen better days and probably not been washed in months, Gideon looks every bit the expected Ninth House weird cultist. That has to go. Silently, she crosses the beach and sees more skin on people not yet octogenarians than she ever saw in life/death/not really dead. The Tridentarius nightgowns trail in second, and this place has 100% fewer horribly murdered people. Points for that. The clothing options look like those everyone else is wearing—it looks like stuff she's only seen in her magazines—in so many colors Gideon stops, paralyzed. It's her first chance to dress herself. No, it's the first time her clothing options aren't coming from the general Ninth House supply or Ortus's voluminous abandoned wardrobe. When in doubt, go with what you know. She snatches a black one piece and retreats into one of the closets.

Every piece of Ninth House worn out hand-me-down resurrected clothing gets stuffed into the pack from the temple atop the clean socks. Zip close and it barely smells. Silently, because silently is a good way to people watch, practically invisible after a while, Gideon makes her way toward the food. Not pushing, not making a scene. First she gets the food on a stick. Gideon bites into the soft texture and discovers meat. She's starving, so she gets in line for the next food as well.

III. SURF'S UP
CW: drowning, memories of death, potentially murderous mad spirit infested waters

Gideon nearly falls off the board into the murky blood-colored water. Her arms flail, but she crouches and steadies. It's not much to go on, but the slightly tanned muscular right arm rules out both Harrow and Ianthe. For that matter, it rules out almost every adept that ever lived. It could be Pyrrha, dealing with her own welcome back to your own corpse, kind of thing. Gideon bets both Pyrrha and Actually Dead Gideon could have/can/whatever swim. AKA no one she knows.

She failed Abigail, Magnus, Isaac, Jeanne-Mary, and Palamedes. She possibly failed Camilla and Coronabeth. Sure, there is the whole afterlife thing, but no one's dying (again) today. Not because of her. Ridicule isn't anything new. Grateful she isn't in an awkward robe, Gideon jumps off the end of her board. Her head bobs under the water, and she's angling to swim. She can't see what's in the water. Her eyes close, and she sees tongues, monstrous pink tongues, reaching up from the bottom of the sea. Not sees. Remembers. Couldn't dying do anything useful? Or she didn't get out/is back in the River. If her dead/dying brain made up all the hot women at the beach, she is going to be so mad.

She shakes her head, checks where the person is, and carries on to un-ruin one person's day.
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DiMA | Fallout 4

[personal profile] d1_m4 2021-06-19 03:16 am (UTC)(link)

Arrival


DiMA knew he didn't deserve this. What he'd done, what he'd planned to do, was unforgivable. However good his intentions were, a human and a synth were both gone because of him. If he hadn't been found out, if Sole hadn't convinced him to turn himself in, then two more people would've been lost. No, he didn't deserve redemption.

That wasn't to say DiMA was ungrateful, quite the opposite. This person, the Ancient, had given him a second chance and he wasn't going to waste it. For now though, he stayed apart from the excited crowd, not up for any kind of revelry. Even if he hadn't just been executed for his crimes, the tonal whiplash of this world verses his had him feeling overwhelmed.

It was so bright, so clean, so safe, and the people were so happy. It was like nothing he'd ever even heard of before. Perhaps this was how people behaved before the war? Or was it unique to this world? A local approached him, pulling him from his thoughts. She gave him a lopsided grin and carried a half empty beer in her hand. With slurred speach, she offered him her drink.

"You're over here acting all mmmopey an' shit. Lighten up buddy! C'mon, have a drink."

"No thank you, I'd rather be alone right now. Besides, alcohol would have no effect on me as I'm inorganic." Was she too drunk to notice he was made of metal and wires instead of flesh and blood? The woman rolled her eyes and continued.

"Don't be like that! Take the beer, I insist."

Help him out?

Here comes the bride


At first he thought one of his world's monsters were coming towards him, perhaps an angler or mirelurk, and he had to to do a double take. Then he was roughly grabbed and declared this creature's bride. Flupper squeezed him so hard, he was worried something in his mechanical body would be damaged or dislodged.

"Please let me go, I'm very fragile. My caretaker isn't here with me, I'd be unable to repair myself if something was damaged."

Flupper paused for a moment, confused by their bride's words. It didn't last long though, Flupper deciding whatever it was wasn't important.

"Bah! Bride only need Flupper! Flupper bring you meats, keep you healthy." Flupper held their victim tighter and started rutting against him. DiMA struggled in their grasp, trying to push them away.

"I- I'm already taken!" That finally got Flupper to loosen their grip slightly.

"You bride already?"

"Yes," DiMA nodded, "I'm someone else's... bride."

Flupper looked to the next closest person to them and assumed this was who DiMA was talking about. Huffing in frustration, Flupper finally released him.

"Prove it. If you lie, you naughty bride!"

"What?" DiMA followed Flupper's gaze to the other Traveler, "Oh."
Edited 2021-06-25 01:54 (UTC)
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I. a little depressing for your not depressing option, as a treat

[personal profile] necrosaint 2021-06-19 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
"How dare you," says a familiar voice.

Harrowhark Nonagesimus is not waiting in any of the food lines, though she is near then.

Harrowhark Nonagesimus is wearing a swimsuit—it is black, long-sleeved and skeletal-printed—along with a long sarong wrap around her waist that covers her legs (also black, with white polka dots) and has a fuzzy blue towel over her head like a cloak, trying to cloud her eyes from the piercing sun. What she needs, and doesn't have, is a giant sunhat. Alongside her a skeletal canid walks, and lashes its tail as Harrow becomes ... upset.

"We are not," she says to the air, to the Voice of the Ancient, to karma and logic and curse it all, "doing this again! I do not need this again."

She's doing better. She doesn't need another Unexpected Gideon Nav who turns out to be someone else entirely. With her hands shaking, with her nails digging into her palms, Harrow doesn't want to think about the fact she might be scaring the person she's actually seeing. She can't even imagine a world in which it could be Gideon for real. She'd just sort of managed to acclimate to this place—these places—and these people she's come to begin to care about.

She can't handle having to acknowledge the hole in her heart again.

Who needs a heart, anyway.
necrosavior: (mood; curious)

I. a little depressing for your not depressing option, as a treat

[personal profile] necrosavior 2021-06-19 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
Gideon waves her hand and be-sticked mystery meat wrapped in mushy goodness and looks through all the tall and normal sized people for the one that could fit in a teacup, almost. Bits of that mush drop to the beach as Gideon stares, dumbfounded (yes it is Harrow, as expected; no, the clothes are definitely not as expected). Painted with her usual skull. It's wrong. It's right. It's wrong. Harrow shouldn't be here when here means dead. One job. It's one job.

The line is still in front of her, and Gideon wants some of the fried deliciousness it promises. That's never held up to Harrow. She stomps right over and points the snack accusingly in Harrow's direction. "No, no no," Gideon says, "We have not done this. What the fuck happened? You don't just get to vacate the premises"—she motions toward Harrow's stick-like body that's never done a press up a day in its life—"and leave it all on me." The thumb looks good, though. It's still a proper thumb that looks like it's never had worse than being bruised by Aiglamene's pommel.
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Arrival

[personal profile] assholic 2021-06-19 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Jessica does not generally try to fit in. In fact, she's made it her mission in life to do what suits her best, and that generally has her sticking out a bit. However, arriving in weird robes and stuff that makes her feel like a stiff breeze might rip them off has her reaching for a bathing suit and a towel to wrap around her waist. She still stands out, because unfortunately for Jessica, she sported the 'perma-goth' look; dark black undyable hair and pale skin that all but reflected the light that hit it.

She'd gone for a one piece, pulling a straw hat over her hair to avoid heat stroke. She might heal quickly from a lot of things, but it was better to just avoid making herself vulnerable in a place like this. New place. New faces. New possible threats.

The food drew her attention, but only in so much as she was looking for drinks. She found something tall, fruity, and with ridiculous hotel-looking fripperies hanging from it. She hoped it was alcoholic and took it with her as she went off to the side. The side let her watch the others, let her see what there was to see and gave her room to move since she wasn't keen on being bumped into repeatedly. The side also had her winding up near some tall beefcake with a weird little smile on his face. Like he wanted to go join the party but couldn't.]


Pretty sure they're not going to shit a brick if you feel like going over.

[Why had she said that?]
helpdesk_hero: David Alleyne  / Prodigy - From Young Avengers (Default)

[personal profile] helpdesk_hero 2021-06-19 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you kindly!
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Re: Arrival

[personal profile] apricitous 2021-06-19 06:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ The accent is different but the plainness of speech is about as familiar as it comes; he blinks for a moment, and then he can't help but rub the back of his neck and hang his head in sheepishness. Was he that blatant about it? He wasn't trying to make anyone feel awkward, least of all someone sitting things out where he is.

It's a nice thought, but in a lot of ways, he's more comfortable here. ]


I'm fine, thanks. I just got here a few hours ago. I don't know anyone here yet.
assholic: (Look - 2)

[personal profile] assholic 2021-06-19 06:32 am (UTC)(link)
You too, huh? I thought I'd hit my limit of weird shit that could happen to me. Apparently someone's not done using my life as a joke.

[She sipped her drink. It was tangy, tart, and there was some kind of alcohol in it. Worked for her.]

They don't seem all that bothered that a bunch of random nobodies got dumped in the middle of their party. Figure this happens a lot?
apricitous: (no glasses: considering this)

[personal profile] apricitous 2021-06-19 06:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's got some sort of soda himself, watered down a few times since the unadulterated stuff can make him feel a little overwhelmed with sweetness. He hears the frustration in the first comment, and he can't help the sympathy that colors his features then. As she moves on, he considers the question.

His answer, eventually, is a shrug. ]


I almost wonder if they even noticed. Everyone looks like they're having a good time.

They might just assume someone else invited us all.
helpdesk_hero: David Alleyne  / Prodigy - From Young Avengers (Default)

David Alleyne | Marvel-616

[personal profile] helpdesk_hero 2021-06-19 06:59 am (UTC)(link)
A. Arrival

The place is like home. Or a home. In the grand scheme of things it meant his attitude was a lot more laid back than some new arrivals. This wasn't the world where he'd been a famed hero with his friends. This wasn't home either. But it really did feel like Krakoa and so it was simple for him to settle in and he didn't mind, at all, settling into a hammock to rest. Except he often preferred those in the day, where the trees might provide some measure of shade compared to other beach chairs.

And it was during that restful nap that he caught a less natural shadow falling over him. David didn't bother to open his eyes to look at the person who had approached.

"If you're looking to nap, this one's taken."


B. Surfing King Good for fellow competitor or someone to be rescued

Surfing wasn't something that one might normally chalk up to David. A Chicago kid growing up by way of upstate New York? Nope, not his thing. But he'd gone to school with a lovely young woman named Alani Ryan. She'd been a skilled surfer, and it was a talent he possessed from having known her. So the idea of the competition, not something he would normally care about, was amusing to him. Victory wasn't the goal, merely testing himself. Ridicule wasn't exactly something he was bothered by anyway.

But being halfway out there on the board and catches sight of something not right. He tries to wave to his fellow competitor, hoping to draw their attention to the problem. Whether he gets a response or not, he dives off of his board and into the water, swimming for the bobbing form as quickly as he can.


C. Terror's Bride

It's like something out of fucking Scooby-Doo. That's why David doesn't move away from the thing quicker, and why he finds himself caught up in its arms, being declared a bride. To Flupper. What the hell? Captured. And so David said the first thing that came to mind. Which was stupid.

Worse, the thing was demanding proof. If he was home, David could have offered it easily given his powers. Being something like a telepath wasn't helping here and now. His powers here echoed another place, and that meant his best means of getting free was out of touch. So...

"Tell him, hun," he pleaded, hoping the other Traveler would be able to come up with SOME plan. Or maybe they could just buy him time to see if he could tap into some of the more active powers he had going for him.
assholic: (Down - 1)

[personal profile] assholic 2021-06-19 07:11 am (UTC)(link)
Or...

[And stay with her on this one, Clark, because she had a history.]

Maybe they're all being brainwashed into not thinking random people showing up in bikinis is a weird thing. Maybe someone told them to just expect some party crashers and they're just being made to go along with it.

[She took a sip of her drink, then shrugged.]

Or maybe they're robotic zombies. They're pulling off some of those Annette beach bunny vibes.
apricitous: (no glasses: charming)

[personal profile] apricitous 2021-06-19 07:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ Clark's staying with her. Staying with her. Staaaaaying with her. And then, by the time she gets to the end, he can't help a soft laugh that he muffles into his hand as he shakes his head. ]

I hope they're not zombies. No one's wearing a lot of cover.
assholic: (Or... - 1)

[personal profile] assholic 2021-06-19 07:28 am (UTC)(link)
Very well preserved zombies. Wouldn't be my first undead rodeo.

[You meet one undead ninja assassin gang and suddenly you see them everywhere.]

Fine, fine. Laugh away. But if they start eyeballing your head and licking their lips over brains, I'm going to be the first to say I told you so.
apricitous: (Default)

[personal profile] apricitous 2021-06-19 02:11 pm (UTC)(link)
...and you were trying to convince me to go join them a minute ago.

[ He's just pointing out the contradiction here. You're not giving him a lot of incentive to get up and get grooving with them. After all, right now, the only person he knows isn't a zombie is her, right? She's got her fruity drink she's enjoying, brain free. ]

And you just gave me the very funny mental image of an undead rodeo.

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