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The 3 rules of the TDM

1. It has to take place in the 6I universe.
2. It cannot be the character's arrival into the game.
3. Please only test new characters who do not have a version in the game. Our cast list is here.

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• FULL VIEW - The Observers really do their best to make each villager's wrist device as user-friendly for them as possible, but with all new tech, sometimes there's a learning curve... And sometimes, you just screw up. Like now, when you've accidentally triggered the video option and called someone completely random on the network without realizing it. Yep, you're just going about whatever, totally oblivious. Here's to hoping that your clothes are fully on, and that the person on the other end is nice enough to speak up sooner rather than later.
• SHADOW OF A DOUBT - Being the intrepid (or just bored) villager you are, you've gone exploring and found yourself a very interesting (if moderately spooky) cave. What lurks in the dark? Might it be some shadow dust to turn you intangible? Or perhaps a cave wolf with all of its little goblin-monkey friends? Maybe, just maybe, it's both.
• ILL AT EASE - 'Tis the season for the common cold, and you've got it. Unfortunately, the village doesn't have a corner drug store, so you're achy, miserable, maybe a little feverish. The good news is a little time in bed should do the trick. That is, if you're not the sort who has to be bullied to take care of yourself anytime you get sick. Either way, maybe you'll be lucky enough to find someone to tuck you in and bring you some chicken soup.
• WILDCARD - Choose your own adventure. Maybe play powers roulette.
• NETWORK - All characters are fitted with a smart watch-like device on their left wrist, which they can use to send text and video messages to other villagers. Text and/or video are allowed, any length. Display names may be changed by characters on the fly, but anyone can tap to see someone's real full name.

Please list your CHARACTER NAME, CANON & PROMPT NAMES in your SUBJECT LINE.

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sofia sartor - the creed of asses ( ...assassin's creed )

[lostpoetry]

full view
Being from the year of 1512, oh, there was definitely a learning curve also on her end. This place was a mix of old and new—old ways, new tech. The wrist device fitted at her wrist was a bit of a nuisance, for her, quite honestly. It was always there. Sofia couldn't remove it. More than once now she'd gotten it caught on her clothes, her sleeves in particular catching on it more than anything else.

Today just so happened to be one of those days. Lucky her. Or perhaps not so lucky. It was while she was in the middle of yanking off her shirt that she must've hit the button to activate the video. Sofia was unaware, going about her business in stripping down as she'd prepared a bath and was ready for a much needed soak. From the waist up, plenty of skin was revealed, her breasts still fitted within the cotton bra.

That was...until she reached back for the clasp, innocently humming an old Italian lullaby, the snug fabric giving way to begin sliding off—


ill at ease
Achy and miserable, Sofia was more achy than anything. The snowy weather should've contributed to any crankiness but she clearly had no issues bundling up in her coat and the odd type of pants she'd found in her pack upon arriving some time ago, even going as far as to drag a smaller blanket from the house around herself as she made her way outside and towards the village inn, using some of it as a hood over her head. Today was the day where a warm meal was needed to fight back the chill.

Halfway there and she had to stop to sneeze, burying her face into part of the blanket to do so. "Questo è terribile, mio ​​dio," she complained out loud, sniffling, and gave another sneeze. And another. "I should have stayed inside. Surely I am being punished."


un:sofia

What do you miss most? For myself, I miss the rough edge of a book. Either the front or back cover or the spine of one. And the smell of aged pages. Ah, and incense. There is so much to miss.

Full View

[justblendin]

Well hello. Someone must have been a very good boy lately because this was certainly a view he was going to enjoy.

At least until he realizes that it wasn't sent just to him and that everyone can probably see the woman who is one day going to be his wife undressing for a bath.

Which, honestly, it isn't that he minds that much. She's absolutely gorgeous, and he's fine with everyone knowing and not being able to touch. But he gets the distinct feeling that she wouldn't be.

"If you wanted someone to join you, all you had to do was ask mia cara."

angharad therein née cousland | dragon age

[thewardenqueen]

FULL VIEW/WILDCARD

She awoke to two boxes at the foot of her bed in the inn, and drank half of the contents of one as she familiarized herself with the contents of the other in a quiet clearing away from the village center. It's then the wristband begins to broadcast her activities, not that she understands what the void it is or how in the void it works. The angle, for anyone viewing, is odd, but mostly faces her: Hair tied up, wearing only the strange white sleeveless shirt, if one can call it that, and the rough blue trousers with the strappy bits allowed to hang down off her hips.

It turns on in time to catch her loudly and not entirely tonelessly shout-singing, "-never been a Paragon of Wisdom or of Thinking, and though I tried a time or two, I ne'r got raised for stinking-"

Here she pauses long enough to notch two beautiful new arrows simultaneously to the hand-carved short bow in her hand.

"-But hang around here long enough and don't you go a-blinking-!"

She looses the arrows and they shoot with brutal, unerring accuracy into the knot of a tree a discomfiting distance away, visible as she swings her arm wide to scoop up her bottle again.

"'Cuz someday I am gonna be the Paragon of Drinking!" She tips the bottle to her mouth for a long pull, which offers a view she would not knowingly offer up, usually, then pulls it back and wipes her mouth with the back of her other hand.

ILL AT EASE

Harry can't stop leaking. Her eyes are watering and her nose is running abominably, and she's certain it isn't as cold out as it feels. She's fallen ill a time or two, of course, but mostly due to side effects from various poisons or magic. The taint had taken much from her - her sleep, her future, her lineage - but she hadn't taken a fever or suffered much more than a headache since becoming a Warden, and she's not about to acknowledge something as annoying and inconsequential as... whatever this is, now.

She walks the path by the river, patrolling as promised, fulfilling what poor shadow of duty she can while her greater journey, her life's mission, sits stagnant and unfulfilled in her chest.

Then she sneezes and coughs at the same time, nearly doubling over from it, and curses viciously.

Ill at Ease

[ombranera]

He doesn't often hunt in the woods- but the weather still cuts cold through him enough that vague notions of a wild game stew comes to mind- and that means hunting. Something more substantial than fish chowder helps warm the bones.

Silent in the shadows he just about has a bead on a stag when the air's cut through with the sharp, ragged stab of a sneeze, leaving him with an arrow knocked at nothing at all.

"Brasca." He mutters, setting his arrow back in his quiver, eyes slipping about to find the source of the sneeze. "Perhaps take yourself inside? There should be a spare chair near the hearth at the inn."

Far, far away from where he is attempting to hunt.

full view (in person)

[whipshots]

"Skit, faen—" There's a burst of foreign words that, from the sound of it, are unmistakable profanity. "Careful where you're aiming that!"

And a woman emerges from the forest, her straining arms full of some freshly-chopped wood. She'd been drawn to the sound of someone drunk and singing, which is a sight Brigitte is used to — but in her experience, it's normally been a seven-foot ex-Crusader falling into some indulgent karaoke. Not a young woman much her own age, and who looks...

Brigitte squints, because for a moment she'd been convinced that from this angle, the stranger was one of her many sisters. And then the fleeting recognition passes, and she's just facing a soused archer. "I like the drinking song," she offers, voice a little dry. Brig knows a few of her own, too.

Nora (Sole Survivor) | Fallout 4

[solesentinel]

full view;

Constantly having something attached to her wrist wasn't all that strange - although the wrist device that had replaced her pip boy was quite a bit smaller and capable of quite a bit more. It was fascinating, honestly, to think that they had somehow gotten an entire computer into something so tiny.

It also meant that things she never had to worry about with her pip boy were now possibilities. Her previous device had only been capable of recording audio onto holotapes, not broadcasting it across a network, much less video.

Maybe she bumped it accidentally as she was sitting her hand down. Maybe it turned on intentionally. Either way, it begins broadcasting something rather strange - the sight of the ceiling, going up and down. Up and down.

Up. And then down.

It's anyone's guess what she's doing, but it's probably push-ups. At least is the soft sound of grunts is anything to go by.

shadow of a doubt;

Dark, unknown caves weren't exactly beyond her scope of knowledge. She had gone into more than a few dark, damp places she shouldn't have. But then, she had always been armed with a lazer rifle and had been secure in the knowledge that her companion could handle anything she couldn't.

Now it was just her and the shadow dust duking it out. Three guesses as to who won.

It was a strange feeling, suddenly waking up and having your hand go directly through things instead of grasping onto them. It was even more strange when she glanced into a mirror to check her hair only to see herself slowly becoming more and more transparent.

Walking up to the first person she saw to ask what the fuck ended up with them taking one look at her, yelling and running away. Which meant she was slowly, carefully approaching the next person she saw. Maybe she should get a sign that announced she wasn't a ghost come to life.

network; un: sentinel

So... are there guns here or are we just supposed to hack things to death with an axe?

shadow of a doubt

[motivated]

Perhaps it's a sad fact of his life, but being approached by a person who seemingly lacks corporeal body is actually not entirely the weirdest thing that has happened in his life. It's not even the weirdest supernatural thing.

It is however enough to cause him to stop, backing up a single step just to ensure there is space maintained. It's not that he's exactly afraid of spirits or apparitions, it's that not knowing their nature, or what happened to the person before they became a ghost meant he's wary. Especially without the armory Chris is used to having at his disposal.

Canting his head, trying to get a decent look at the person's features, trying to see if he recognizes them.

"So, are you residual or intelligent?" He figures their answer not a positive or negative would actually answer that question.

Christopher Pike | Star Trek | Ill at Ease & Full View

[failed_astrophysics]

Ill at Ease

Pike swears that this cold is worse than the three days he spent in sickbay after he ate the orange slime. It was not his fault he got sick after that. After all, his first officer was fine. She said it was because she didn't eat as much as he did. Pike, on the other hand, thinks it was the Habenero sauce.

"Pocket dimension colds are apparently the only thing worse than regular colds"

Really, he looks pathetic. Have pity on him.

Full View
There's nothing terribly exciting going on in the world of Christopher Pike when his device turns on. At first, all you see is darkness, then eventually, you can see the sky, and it's accompanying stars. Soon after that...the only audio is snoring.

Full view

[kithe]

Caught up in a world that isn't the pain of being bound and the lack of anything that Gerard has always assumed would come after death is new, and slightly confusing. It's also certainly something to make him curious when he receives a message showing the night sky.

Before there is even another sound, Gerard grabs his pack that he keeps ready, heading out to see if there's a reason behind the messages. Tracing the sky as he's done before, following the device as he works to match them up.

It's about then he recognizes the sound, the rumbling that he at first thinks is a creature. Which is when he realizes there's a man asleep, beneath the stars. It's a lot less exciting than what he'd hoped for, but now he's curious. Is there a reason for it? Is there something he's waiting for.

Settling in nearby, his pack at his feet, Gerard considers his options. At length picking up a pebble and tossing it lightly at the man.

Ill at Ease

[enterprisingheart]

It's not the first time that colds have swept through village. In fact, it's not likely to be the last, and for all that they're at least less inconvenient than some of the illnesses that the Observers have very deliberately set on the village (or at least, the ones that he's assuming have been deliberately released on the village), that doesn't mean that they're any less troublesome. Not least of all for the fact that there's not much that can be done about it. Instead, one simply has to suffer through them, without even so much as the barest of answers to the various sniffles and aches that come along with it.

"Assuming this is a pocket dimension. But otherwise... I agree."

Ill at Ease

[thevulnerability]

Chloe has managed to catch it, too. Her own nose is bright red and she's doing her best not to obnoxiously sniffle, but her own stubbornness has finally gotten the better of her, and she's desperate to do anything to clear her sinuses, even if it means entertaining some of the more inane things she's been told about the fauna and flora around the settlement.

"I can't say I know anything about pocket dimensions, but the lack of Afrin is what's getting to me." Chloe does take some pity on him, though, especially because she can relate. "I was actually about to go see if the magical healing abilities of the hot springs extend to viruses if you wanna come along."

Number Five | The Umbrella Academy

[fivealive]

[OOC: Just a note that Five looks 13 but is actually 58, and salty as hell about it. And pretty much everything else. Also, there will likely be some mild spoilers for UA S1.]

ILL AT EASE

God, this place is depressing.

To be fair, it's not the chipped Formica countertops at Griddy's, or chirpy, arthritic Gloria grinding away for her shitty pension, but there's no other appropriate word Five can conjure up for a group of able-bodied adults who, when confronted with a strange place they can't get out of, bone themselves into complacency. It's almost like being back home, if Luther and Allison had stopped being pussies.

And now, now, in a supreme display of insult to injury, he's sick. Not with the superflu or a crazy space virus or even the fucking bubonic plague. No, he's got a cold. A common fucking cold. Over twenty years in an apocalyptic wasteland and he never once got a cold. He almost wishes it was the flu so he could at least have the satisfaction of hurling all over this shit excuse for a pocket universe.

Presently, he's huddled in a chair in front of the inn's fireplace, his long, pale fingers clutching two wool blankets around his slender, quaking body, blue eyes narrowed at the wavering flames as his mouth tips downward in a sour little frown.

He doesn't miss Mom, and fuck you for even thinking he does.

UN: 5

Roll call for anyone who isn't completely useless.

Ill At Ease Indeed

[duel_wielding]

It's not long after he enters that North sees the issue. The boy looks less than well, and damn if it isn't just his nature to immediately ignore his own need for a meal to beeline for the kid. He doesn't even hesitate to kneel by the chair the child is in and smile softly up at him.

"Hi there. My name's North. Do you mind if I touch your forehead to check your temperature?"

Ill at Ease

[kithe]

For some the whole quaint village, back to the olden days ways of living in this place is crap. A few years ago and Gerard would have felt exactly the same way. After being bound by his skin and blood by the Flesh and the one woman who had treated him truly as a son, only to do that to him, being in this godforsaken whatever the fuck it is world is pretty much heaven.

If Heaven didn't have smokes, alcohol, a full menu, and lacking in any worthwhile music. The supernatural though is apparently cut off here, and that is another point in favor of this place.

Of course, all of that and having to work hard for your life didn't mean you didn't end up with some of the same kids he'd dealt with for most of his life. Least he's guessing that's a kid curled up in a chair by the fireplace. That or...

"I'm curious," he says, pulling up a chair and spinning it around. Not waiting to be asked to join him as he straddles the chair. "Is there actually a person in there? I mean, there's kind of a face but..."

He pulls out a small bundle of smokes he may have snagged off someone else and a pair of wooden matches he has left.

"Want one?"

UN: BROTHER BAE

[klaustrophobia]

Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

wait you said useless right

ILL AT EASE

[imareporter]

Eddie has gotten used to eating enough to kill a horse, and most people have gotten used to it too. Still he sits beside the fire and blinks.

Fuck. New Guy.

"...Caught the cold huh?"

Thanks Venom for making it easy for him to function through fucking stupid shit like this.

You're welcome

Diego Hargreeves | The Umbrella Academy

[excessed]

Full View

The device is mostly ignored, having no desire to electronically communicate with anyone. Or having communicated with much of anyone since he found himself stripped of every weapon he had, the clothes he totally didn't wear in the shower (they're leather, dammit), and finding himself drowning in what appears to be the dead of winter - since when is it winter? - and running around in scrubs.

He has a few guesses of just what is going on, and he's not happy about it. Until they find the answers though, he's not willing to let his guard down.

When the device comes on though without his knowledge, it's to a sort of Blair Witch kind of a moment. Blurring of trees, the sky above, flashes of a man's face as whatever the hand is holding slashes and hacks through something that may well be tree branches given the bits of bark and greenery flashing occasionally across the camera.

Who knows where he got the knives, and if someone is missing one this might be where to find them, but if he's dealing with all of this, he's doing it on his terms. Startling him without fair distance may not be the best of ideas.

Ill At Ease

He's sick. No, it's not even that he's sick. It's that he's hacking, snuffling, sneezing, stuffy kinds of miserable sick. What kind of insult to injury is this? He knows it's because he woke up in that damn water, even if that isn't scientific. It's what it is!

Curled up in a chair in the Inn, alternately leaning in as close to the fire as he can and practically leaning off the other side of the chair to get away from the deathly fiery heat as his fever rises and falls, Diego is pissed as fuck that this is how he's going to die. Not on his feet with knife in hand and blood pouring from various holes in his body. From a goddamn cold because there's no fucking orange juice, and no fucking Tylenol and dammit, this is the dumbest way to die. Ever.

Curling his coat tighter around him, he groans as he rolls his eyes. "Just shoot me," he mutters, closing his eyes.

Ill at Ease

[fivealive]

"Jesus, you look like shit." Five, only just recently past his own bout with the illness and not looking particularly fabulous for it himself, pauses in his progress across the room to lift an arm and cough jaggedly into his elbow. His hands are clamped around two steaming mugs, the contents of which shiver perilously in the moment before he recomposes himself. One he holds Diego's way, only to course-correct and offer the other instead. Inside is some sort of soup made with vegetables and something that looks like chicken but probably isn't. Beggars can't exactly be choosers around here.

Evie Frye | Assassin's Creed

[righthandrook]

Shadow of a Doubt

There was something to be said for flower picking. Granted, Evie was used to pinching from a shop or finding ones pressed somewhere. This was a bit more of a natural route than London. Still the fresh air was supposedly a good thing and now there was time to get plenty of it.

With no book on hand to readily translate a meaning she could come up with her own. And what better way to start than with gathering samples of her own. In theory many plants were useful in their own rights outside of messages after all.

Caves weren't the best for flowers but Evie had gone and found herself an interesting specimen of fungi. It climbed up the wall, little soft brown bulbs in the damp. "Hello there, love." she breathed into the dank, dark air as she slipped a knife free from her sleeve to take a scraping. "What do you do?"


Ill At Ease

A stiff upper lip was all someone needed to get over the indignity of congestion. Or at least that seemed a reasonable enough thing that Evie had told herself. While her head felt as if it might be pounding from the outside it was manageable. Granted her current definition of manageable was as loose as Jacob’s definition of rules.

Firewood was not about to chop itself, unless some other marvelous invention had been announced without her knowing. Even as her lungs tensed on themselves, she held it tight till the downswing finished. Once the axe was imbedded, then she allowed herself to cough. Perhaps a good long while longer than was reasonable but there was chopped wood. No cold could take that away from her.

Shadow of a Doubt

[eaglesonofnone]

Perhaps she was used to footsteps being quiet, but Assassin-silent was another thing altogether. The hand that reached out to stop hers was swift and firm, but gentle. "Take care," came the accented voice. "This cave, particularly, is dangerous, and growths such as this can cause dangerous effects. I believe I recognise this one."

White robe.

White hood.

And the symbol of the Assassins sewn into his cowl.

Qrow Branwen - RWBY

[drinkybird]

CW: drinking/themes of alcoholism


Full View

Qrow should know better. The devices here were fairly on-par with the communication scrolls from Remnant, but he's not used to the new piece of jewelry yet and was fussing with it while drunk. So, that's how it got started, and that's how he hasn't noticed yet.

Not that the video itself is very exciting; he's sitting at the bar at the Inn, with a bottle of whatever he was able to procure from one of the resident distillers, which is about half empty with a little bit still remaining in the glass in front of him. It's the first time since he's been here that he's been able to barter enough for a buzz, sitting in silence and quietly musing the state of things while staring blankly off into the distance.

It's like watching paint peel.



Shadow of a Doubt

This certainly felt familiar; stalking out a cave for creepy crawlies and mysterious dust powers. It's never a good idea to go scouting in these caves alone, so either you tagged along with Drunken Uncle (although he is tormentingly sober at the moment), or he's tagged along with you because you gave off some air of Needing Help (whether or not you actually did).

He's been able to cobble together a weapon since he arrived; a modified scythe that conveniently folds up into a travel-sized parcel. Sadly, it is not also a gun, but you make do with what you have, right?

It's currently unsheathed and in one hand, his other hand set against the side of the cave as he peers into the entrance.

"So, we're going to need a little light before heading in, don't want to lose you down a hole or anything."

Full View - Finally had time to hit you up

[plate_builder]

It is in fact quite on bar with watching paint peel. Or perhaps watching a friend from back home, because Cid did that. Still, the video connection comes in while Reeve's working on his morning walk, and it isn't a man he recognizes. More than that, he recognizes the bar, and the brief glimpses of the bottle. In the end he sighs, disconnects the call and heads across town to the inn.

So it was that not ten minutes later Reeve was moving to sit next to the other man, frowning at him.

"Are you okay?

Michael Guerin | Roswell, NM

[littleorphanalien]

ill at ease

The last time he got even a hint of sickness, he remembers calling Isobel, downing two bottles of nail polish remover, and getting right back to business. It's not like he'd been healed, but he's never been actually sick in his life. Physically injured, yeah, but that's not something he's going to think about.

Unfortunately, the fever is starting to cook him like a lobster in hot water, making Michael worry about what happens next. He's never been sick, he doesn't know how this works. Common colds don't really happen to uncommon aliens, but all of a sudden, he's the kind of green that people always think when they think Roswell.

He leans against the frame of the inn's door as he lurches inside. His forehead beads with sweat, he makes it to the couch before he collapses on it, grimacing as he peers blearily up past his arm (which half-covers his eyes from the light). "Aren't people supposed to help convalesce the sick?" he complains, when he starts hacking, his whole body shaking with the pain of it. "How can this be so shitty?" he wonders, and this is not a human experience he ever wanted to impersonate.

telekine-clumsy

He has to buy his own powers back.

Whatever hope Michael had about this place being home turns into something more bitter, angry at one of the few things that makes him so uniquely him being made available in a fucking vending machine like a twinkie. The noise in his head is going wild and the chaos is worse than ever.

Without a guitar around, he swallows his pride and punches in an order for telekinesis, ignoring the other powers, though he keeps it in mind. If there's others, then does this mean there are more people here? Is this where he'll actually meet those long lost family members he kept thinking about, lying on Foster Ranch's ground, staring up at the stars.

Once he finishes the transaction, Michael takes a deep breath and looks around.

For the longest time, he worked so hard not to use his abilities because of Max's rules, but he's been without them for days and he needs them again, if only to prove that he hasn't lost a piece of himself. What he didn't count on was the fact that his calibration might not be exactly so settled, so when he moves to bring a few pieces of paper over, he gets a tornado of them swirling and smacking him in the face instead.

Yeah, that sounds about right.

Plucking one off his face, he freezes when he finds out he's not alone. "What'd you see?" he demands, old habits dying hard as he wishes that he'd bought the damn enhanced senses to see them coming. That, or he just wants Isobel and her trusty taser around.

text

n e 1 know if there's a junkyard? place with spare parts that I could rummage thru?

telekine-clumsy

[excessed]

Definitely not alone, and definitely the best amusement that Diego has seen since he came to this place. Leaning against the door, pretending he isn't wearing a sweatshirt that's a bit too big, and jeans a bit too small, and overall looking like he probably dressed in the dark. At least it wasn't medical scrubs making him look like an escaped mental patient. Well, the clothes didn't.

A brow arching at that, smirking as he peeled a piece of paper off his shirt where it had stuck and let it flutter to the floor.

"What I saw was something that looked like something out of my childhood memories," he admits, thinking of them all coming into their powers and trying not to kill one another. Well, not have it look like murder, at any rate. "You, uhmmm, have that before or just think playing around with powers you don't understand might be fun?"

He's betting a lot do the later, but he couldn't help but to come and check and see if his own lost ability might be in the machine.

Daniel Sousa | Agent Carter (Marvel) | Ill at Ease

[ssrsousa]

"Aaa-shew!"

That was the fifth sneeze in about two minutes and he kind of wanted to feel the top of his head to make sure it hadn't gotten blown off. Although if it had, that might be better. That would at least release some of the pressure he was feeling in his head.

He pulled out a large white handkerchief and wiped his nose, then stuffed it back into his pocket. He probably looked like Krzeminski the morning after a bender right now, and he hadn't even gone on the damn bender.

Mazikeen Smith | Lucifer

[preciselyoneofus]

Full View

Maze is so bored that she's pretty sure she's going to die from it. She's done everything she can think of doing to keep busy but to no avail. She's played pranks on the humans, tried to get a few to have sex with her, travelled the island and even hunted the Wendigo for a challenge. With or without powers, she was still Hell's Best Torturer and a demon who didn't take well to having literally nothing to do.

Wait a second...

When the feed activates, Maze is completely nude, sitting back in a chair with her slender legs up on the table crossed.

It's not entirely planned. She has no idea there's someone staring at her through the device on her wrist. But that just makes it more fun now.


Wild Card - Fire Manipulation

Living like a human over the last few weeks is pissing her off more now than ever. One might even say she's close to insanity by this point and most of those she's crossed paths with can probably agree. But that evening, she's feeling more unhinged than normal.

While sitting in front of a fire she built outside the house she claimed, Maze stares into the flames with an intensity that no one would understand but a particular Devil, who she's been avoiding out of anger because she thinks all this is his fault for most likely pissing off "dear old Dad".

Again.

Full View

[ataashihunter]

Now that is a view any man in his right mind could appreciate, Bull grins to himself. But he gets the distinct feeling she doesn't know the device is on. Which... If he had suspected she'd be into that would only be more of a turn on. Instead, he turns on his own video feed and clears his throat.

"I feel like I have to find somewhere private to watch this."

Bull is in one of the watchtowers, bright blue sky behind him. And he looks just like what humans think demons look like.

Princess Zelda | Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild

[heirtonothing]

The cave had its appeal when it was pouring rain, but now that the sun is peeking out from behind the clouds again Zelda means to get back to work. There are a good deal of herbs that can be used for healing on this island, but they all seem to be more effective when fresh. That means regular trips for supplies, and she's happy to make them. She loves the outdoors. Those days before the Calamity when Link would sit with her in the fields outside the castle were some of the happiest she could remember. She hopes he's alright back in Hyrule...

Trying to push that particular rabbit hole of concerns out of her mind she gets to her feet and wipes dirt from her pants. The day is young, and her bag is barely half full. She walks to the cave's entrance to pick up the backpack, but it slips through her fingers. She stares down at it for a moment, then tries again. She fails to pick it up once again, and she suspects she knows why.

Her hand isn't there. It feels like it's there, but it isn't. She tries to touch it with her other hand and is relieved to find that it at least exists. But she can't see any part of herself, and she can't seem to touch anything that isn't part of herself.

"Oh dear..."

To say she's concerned is definitely an understatement.

Abigail (Original)

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

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Listen, there is a lot to be said for technology. A super lot. And frankly, Abby wasn't a stranger to handling tech, because well, her home was totally up on it. In ways this place probably couldn't fathom because wow, super boring, super old. What she didn't have experience with, though, was tech that was anywhere but on your head. She's been working really hard with this whole device thing, and it's a LOT like proper helmet-tech, but super small and in a place that totally isn't natural and you don't control it by audio commands or eye-tracking tech, you have to actually CLICK things, and that's SO not something she's used to because it wasn't like she had the money for other tech. So of course, when she's out exploring and playing in this strange town, she accidentally not only hits a call button, but the video option. While she's busy snooping around in the library, spinning around in awe.

"There's so many books! How are there so many books!? PAPER? How even uses paper!? This place is SUPER rich."


Wildcard - Animal Loving

This place was awesome. Not even kidding, this was better than literally anything back home. Okay, no, that's not entirely true, because there are people she misses already, but she doesn't care right now because this place isn't home. This isn't 4DP-V, the sky isn't going to spew out rainbow clouds of poisonous death. There can be plants, there can be animals. And there is a bunker with a vending machine that gives you, like, comic book super powers. No, better than that. Princess super powers. Abby had gone for it right away and now here she was, sitting in the fountain park, giggling to herself.

And all around her, animals. She's never seen non-rat animals, not really. Two dogs curled around her back, tails thumping happily. A full grown, fluffy cat of a sort she doesn't have a name for in her lap. A cat with feathers rubbing against her legs. A fucking BIRD on her shoulder. There are birds!

BIRDS.

It's possible Abby has never been happier. Ever. It's very, very possible. Fuck, just a few feet away there is grass and she's never seen that outside of the sealed parks back home so, well, this place is a miracle she had never hoped to afford back on Adaptive. It's fucking heaven. If she's dead, don't fix it. This place is perfect!

Animals!

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The feathered cat didn't come alone. At least, it didn't at first. Before long a young blonde emerges from the woods, hands in her pockets.

"So that's where she got to. Looks like you charmed my cat." She points to the blue-necked kitten currently rubbing to mark Abigail as her own.

number five | the umbrella academy

[kidthesedays]

00.01 | full view

It's not a very interesting video. Flashes of muted color, fleshtone, shots of the sky, accompanied by muffled rustling--whoever is broadcasting the video appears to be trying gamely to get the thing off.

They can't, of course, and after a few moments and a few grunts of what might be pain, there's a very clear, very frustrated, and very young-sounding declaration of "Shit."

Whoever this is seems to have figured out that they're recording after that, though--there's an extreme close up of what might be an eye, and then the feed cuts.

00.02 | ill at ease

Fever? Please. Ain't nobody got time for that, least of all Number Five.

The village might not have much in the way of a drugstore, but there are plenty of other places to raid, and stocking up is better done sooner than later. Five doesn't have much of a care for what he breaks into and steals, either--maybe he's even in your house, rifling through your cabinets--but wherever he's encountered he'll be ruthlessly stripping the place down with practiced efficiency. He's found a bag somewhere that he's stuffing supplies into like some strange goblin. A strange goblin in purple scrubs.

He also found a knife somewhere. That might be worrisome. It's also probably how he broke in.

And if he's coughing every so often or visibly wobbly when he stands up, well, he's going to pretend that didn't happen and so should you.

00.01 babiest brother dearest.... <3

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Klaus would know that particular 'Shit.' anywhere.

The moment he hears it, he inhales deeply, holds his breath for a moment while he turns on his wristband, and then lets out a little noise of glee, only the last half of which comes through the connection after it engages.

"FIVE. Finally. You finally made it, you old bastard. Took you long enough!"