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Prompts

July is going to be wet and wild, villagers. Keep an eye to the sky and hold onto your hats!

1. SAVING FACE - Look at you, trying to save that goat or dog or ZALPACA that's gotten stranded in a particularly nasty storm! You're a regular hero, trudging up that cliffside or swiming across that creek! Unfortunately, the sky didn't get the memo about your heroics, and it's just opened up even more. Finishing this job just got a heck of a lot worse. Good thing someone else just showed up to help both you and your animal pal. You hope. It's possible they're just there to laugh at you.


2. PANTS ON FIRE - You know what's great? When the storm breaks, the skies start to clear and everything looks sunny again. You know what's not? When the weather pushes the LYING MIST down from the mountainside while you're out trying to clean up. Hope you don't have any whoppers you're trying to keep secret!


3. SINK OR SWIM - The days when it's not storming are just beautiful, and the village river is running high. There are spots out of the current that are perfect for a cool dip or lounging on the shore, but take care you don't go out too far and get swept away. Oh, and watch out for the RAINBOW CRABS, those claws are sharp.


4. WILDCARD - Choose your own adventure. Maybe play powers roulette.

Texts

All characters are fitted with a smart watch-like device on their left wrist, which they can use to send text messages to other villagers.

- Texts may only be 140 characters long
- No video or voice, text only
- No usernames, everyone is listed by their name

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

Comments

Logan 'Sweet as Maple Syrup' Howlett | X-Men

[notan_animal]

[ Wildcard ]

Someone in the multiverse was sure having a laugh and it definitely wasn't Logan. In fact, it had been a week or more since he'd gotten back to the sleepy town and the Canadian was a hundred percent sure this was a joke.

And not the funny 'ha ha ha got you' kind.

But he'd been there before or to the simulation before it, so getting used to the slight changes didn't take long and before Logan knew it, he was back to doing what he did. Chop wood in excess.

It was around mid afternoon when he finally took a break, sat down on the stoop and looked up to see a massive set of antlers and with a sharp rise of an eyebrow, Logan gave an impressed nod.

"Heard you were here. And that you were a pain in the ass to get out of the fountain."

Bub sounds a call and within moments his mate and offspring join him.

"Huh. Well, at least you're keeping busy. Good for you. Stay over there, alright?" he added dryly.

Only when he washed up and made his way over to the inn, there was Bub closely following behind..


[ Feel free to use this scene or go with something different. I'm game for anything! ]

[thekittenqueen]

She had finished herding her animals into the jail when Logan seemed to find his way back to the inn. Strangely, there was no register of surprise at seeing him again. It was almost as though she had been expecting him to wander down the path, followed by his moose. Just as she subconsciously expected, there he was, seemingly at home and returned to the village.

Likely still as sour as before.

"You look well for someone who has crawled out of the fountain. I see you found your friend again." She smiled, letting her basket rest against her hip. "Do you remember everything from before?"

actually crying bub's father came home

[ashandflame]

Jean has heard about the moose. She knows the moose's name is Bub, of all things, and it hadn't taken long to find out from some of the old-timers that a version of Logan had been here (apparently he'd been here twice????) and the first time around, he'd named this moose and now the moose was One Of Them.

Oh. Okay.

Logan doesn't look the same as she's used to seeing him (way younger, way taller) and it's sort of like the version of Magneto here - squint and it's him but it's not quite right otherwise.

"Would you believe me if I told you that I have three inches on you back home? Three whole inches, Professor Howlett."

[katerrifically]

Kate had never actually seen a moose in person before. She had seen pictures of them and videos of them. Stories had been heard and yet Kate did not fully appreciate their size. The sweet, summer child had the very wrong idea that they were a little larger than a deer.

So, when it was that she happened upon Bub, Kate stopped dead in her tracks and let out a scream that could curdle milk. It was definitely not deer-sized.

Danny Rand - Ironfist

[theimmortalweapon]

LIGHTNING ROD

The plants and animals here were different from what he had learned about in Kun' Lun. Of course, New York didn't have those plants either but New York lacked a lot of plants that weren't perfectly situation in the large concrete city. It was nice to be trapped in a place with so much to offer but he was still trapped.

Danny knelt down next to the blue flower, running his fingers over it's petals. He thought he could sense something from the plant but that couldn't be right. He hadn't been able to summon his fist which means whatever connection he'd had to Shou Loa had been broken.

He frowned and carefully plucked the flower. Danny wasn't a flower loving kind of guy but he could be found returning to town with a few plants, most of which he didn't recognize. Hopefully none of them were dangerous.

MEDITATION

A world that he can't explain and some poorly fashioned scrubs. It felt like he was back in the mental institute that Ward had put him in.

It wasn't a comfortable feeling but Danny needed time to push his discomfort aside.

He sat near the center of the town, listening to the soft currents of the fountain with his legs crossed beneath him. He had tugged off his shirt, revealing the black dragon tattoo on his chest as the sun warmed his skin. He cleared his mind of all thoughts in an attempt to push his growing frustration away.

It wasn't really working.

TEXTS

This watch isn't going to zap me or anything... is it?

[There is a seconds pause before a few other texts follow in quick succession.]

Hi, I'm Danny Rand.
I'm wondering if there is anyone from New York here?

text;

[freightcars]

It's not going to zap you, but it's not coming off, either.
Brooklynn.
Take it you're new

Meditation

[katerrifically]

Maybe they were mental patients. Maybe they were so deranged that they had to be isolated in their own bubble dimension. Can it be proved that they are not?

Kate had four baskets, three of which were heavy with small rocks of various colors and appearance. Why was she hauling around rocks? They were for her very organized garden. She wanted them to mark off the individual beds. The Fountain was between her house and the forest. Kate stopped and sat down her baskets. She walked over to the fountain and immediately plunged her hands into the water. Oh, sweet relief!

It was then that she noticed the blond man sitting quietly by himself. "What are you doing?"

[text]

[littledhampir]

Around here they leave that to the flowers
Avoid the blue ones

[Words he might have appreciated sooner tbh.]

texts @wonder warden

[underachievement]

There's a handful of us.
Ignore the username. It's Jess.

Niska | Humans | OTA

[locum_tenens]

i. power drain

It's become extremely clear to Niska that recharging here is a difficult task, but one that must be accomplished. She had made an attempt with the flowers that gave a shock, but she'd been unable to convert it to the energy she needed to keep her going. Even one of Leo's botched patchwork jobs with her port hadn't worked, which meant that she'd had to turn to using the Inn's electricity.

She feels no guilt, even though she's sure she should. She's staying here, she needs it, it's as simple as that. Therefore, it's hers.

Unfortunately, the building itself might have some disagreements with Niska's claim of its power. She's recharged approximately eighteen percent of her power when she feels a sharp shock of power surge in her side and the lights in the inn flicker out, leaving her to stare upwards at the offending lights. Eighteen percent. That's going to last her approximately thirty-nine hours before she needs to charge again.

Of course, there's also the fact that now the inn is without power. That might be slightly more of an inconvenience, but Niska lights a candle and goes right back to reading her book, ignorant of any distress she might have caused any of the humans living with her.

ii. don't lie, I want 'em to know

Cleaning is a menial task, but Niska is all too aware of the fact that unless you want to be disappointed on all fronts, you need to do the work yourself. She's out in the midst of storm wreckage to tidy when, suddenly, she sees the mist begin to cascade down. Tilting her head to the side, she begins to analyze the danger of the threat coming towards her.

Standing unblinking, she sniffs the air and decides there's nothing within it that might cause death, so she continues to work, despite the fact that the fog rolls in faster than it normally would, given the wind conditions. The sudden weather change isn't what stops her, however. It's the person who's come across her little pile of wreckage and seems to be caught in the mist, even as it clears.

"You're lost," she informs them, not waiting for them to speak up. "This is my home." If her new friend has differing opinions, then Niska is most certainly going to find out how good of a bludgeoning weapon her broom might be.

text

where are all the books here? have they been hidden from us?

[Please note, Niska's a sentient synth, which basically means she's a robot who's human in all ways but her biology. If you cut her, does she not bleed? Yes, but it's going to be very blue and fluidy]

Inquisitor Lavellan | Dragon Age

[lavellethallin]

[Saving Face]

Rain. Mud. Darkness. Nothing he hadn't faced a hundred times before (and this time without the added fun of undead or demons) and nothing that ought to faze a Dalish elf. Admittedly the odd, thin, drab grey clothes he'd arrived in were infinitely less useful than his leather coat at keeping out the elements, and what he wouldn't give for one of the mages right about now! But seriously, it was a goat. And a bit of rain, and some mud. If he couldn't handle this he might as well paint a moustache on his face and start calling himself a prissy Vint.

(Scratch that; he was definitely doing that when he got back to Skyhold, if only to see the look on Dorian's face. Or... maybe he'd at least suggest the idea to Sera.)

So here he was, all barely-over-five-feet of him trying to scrabble up a muddy hillside and his bare feet slipping back each time, his pale blond hair plastered to his head and a vaguely concerned look on his tattooed face.

A goat. A particularly oblivious one, at that.

Lavellan paused at the base of the hill and stared up at the creature. She was on sure footing for now, soft but stable grass, but all it would take was one slip in the mud and those little legs would surely snap like twigs. How had she even got out here in the storm in the first place?

"Lord Inquisitor, I know you're busy saving Thedas and all, but would you mind rounding up my pet druffalo?" he muttered, the words almost washed away by the rain. "Your Worship, there's a high dragon in Crestwood! Oh, and would you be a dear and find my lost sheep while you're at it? And pick me a few wildflowers too, there's a good lad." Rather than bitter, he almost sounded amused.

And then the sky really opened up (figuratively speaking, because that's actually a thing where he's from) and he stood there, soaked to the bone, and sighed.



[Wildcard - Foreign Fauna]

When he's not covered in mud and soaking wet, Lavellan is instead covered in stray leaves and dirt. It's a Dalish thing. Without the weight of saving the world on his thin shoulders (although let's face it, it's still there, he just can't do anything about it right now) he's taken to exploring this new place. Trying to spot any of the herbs he's familiar with, or determine if any of the new plants he's seeing might be similar.

He stops short in front of a tree when it appears to be moving. Not walking around, but... breathing? No--

The trunk of the tree is covered in beautiful, powdery white moths. Dozens of them. And Lavellan looks absolutely captivated. It's so rare he has the time to simply stop and admire the beauty of nature these days.

(Please someone stop him from trying to touch them.)



[Wildcard - Faded]

At present Lavellan can be found near the hot spring, sitting cross-legged on the ground just a short distance from the water. He's not precisely here for the spring, however. It's just a pretty place to have a seat for a while, to contemplate his current situation. His left hand is cradled in his right, the thumb of his right hand brushing idly over a large, ugly green scar in his left palm. That's right, green. Sickly green. Except...

It doesn't glow, here. It doesn't spark or pop like lightning, as though it has a mind of its own. There's no Breach here, no rifts that he's witnessed.... But that just means the Veil in this place is whole, right? Do they have problems with demons here? Maybe he should try to find a mage, to ask some questions....

Adrian Ivashkov | Vampire Academy

[royalunderachiever]

i. saving face.

Adrian doesn't do the hero thing. Okay, well, he occasionally does the hero thing, when pressed into it, and he's still not sure how he ended up leading a zalpaca across the river to begin with. He's never been much for animals and cars are his drug of choice but the fluffy things are kind of cute and maybe getting one back to the pen would earn him a little good karma to keep in his pocket. Maybe. If karma is even a thing here.

He'd been doing pretty well until the sky opened and now he's soaked, his cigarette (so carefully, carefully begged for) is soaked and he's in a much more foul mood than he'd been before he started the zalpaca expedition. What's worse is the thunder and lightning have spooked it and instead of it moving faster like a person might, the zalpaca has planted its hooves firmly against the ground and refuses to move.

"Oh, come on. I'm getting soaked and my hair is never going to recover. Come on. I'm taking you to where it's dry and you won't smell like damp wool."

ii. fighting with flora

Camping has never been an activity of choice among the moroi and even less so among royals so it's safe to say that Adrian has never had experience out in the woods of any sort. Even still, he knows these woods aren't normal woods and the plants scattered around aren't normal plants. Curiosity gets the best of him in the worst of times, though, and he manifests that by acting like a toddler and putting everything in his mouth.

Some of it has worked out. The peaches had been absolutely delicious and healed a cut on his hand. The red salt had been spicy and maybe he shouldn't have put so much of it in his mouth at once but it was still pretty good and probably better in small doses.

These little seeds are something else. As soon as he ate one, he'd started bouncing off the walls, vibrating because he was moving so fast, and it's faster even than a strigoi. He has no idea how to counteract it so he's just running through the woods like a crazy person until it wears off and he really, really hopes it does.

Yessssss

[littledhampir]

Perhaps it was little more than wishful thinking on Rose’s part, but she really thought if this place would be good for anyone, maybe it would be Adrian. Stripped of his vices - though he still somehow managed to get cigarettes on occasion - he’d be forced to dry out and she’d get some idea of when he was being his usual ridiculous self or when he was trying to be serious. Of course, he insisted he was always serious when it came to her, but that was hard to take when she could still smell the alcohol on his breath when he said it.

She tried her best not to act like his babysitter but leaving Adrian to his own devices was akin to leaving a puppy alone in a house full of shoes. She wanted to believe that he was a grown man who was perfectly capable of taking care of himself but then she’d think about all he’d gotten up to under the watchful eye of the Academy and within minutes found herself scouring the village to make sure he was still in one piece.

It was impressive how quickly she’d become known for checking in on the Royal Moroi, somebody directing Rose towards the woods before she could even ask at the Inn if they’d seen him. She’d been imagining any number of things as she’d walked with purpose to find him; Adrian stuck up a tree. Caught in one of the traps somebody had set. Adrian, meeting the pointy ends of a Wendigo’s claws.

It was that last image that saw her break into a run, skipping over fallen branches and tangled underbrush. She caught sight of something as she moved through the trees, a flash of movement off to her right, but when she slowed to a stop and spun around to seek the cause, there was nothing but the sway of a few low hanging branches. Rose knew enough about these woods to realize that not everything here was friendly, and the sheer nature of this place meant that it could be beautiful one day, trying to kill you the next.

Her eyes narrowed on the trees as she bent to pick up a large stick, Rose wielding it like a bat as if expecting a wild animal or knife-wielding psychopath to jump out at her any second now.

“Just so we’re clear here… I’m in a hit first, ask questions later kind of mood.”

Vergil Sparda || DMC: Devil May Cry

[demonic_divinity]

2 - Liar liar, pants on fire
Vergil had been building himself a new life here. Almost certain his beloved brother had murdered him back home for only doing what was fit of creatures of their stature. This place was not his home, just as dangerous but in different ways. It was going to take some getting used to, this whole situation of being like other people. A way he hadn't felt since he learned the truth of the lies he was fed as a child.

It was nice at first but, he wasn't made for this kind of life. He had been to pampered, even in battle he didn't have to rough it. Technical support and battle plans, that was where he shined. Not manual labor and exploration. He had little choice though and tried to again play the happy helpful person...while pushing the anger and betrayal of his brother and closest friend away. Another life another time. He had nearly made it back when the mists passed through, a strange feeling overcoming the silver haired young man, as his hand clutched his chest where Dante had stabbed him, where he ached at times with phantom pains.

"Why didn't you just listen to me." he growled out so unlike the person he had been portraying, still clutching his chest. "We could have ruled together." Opps.

Text
I know I have asked, and everyone has. Are we sure we can't get home?

[ He hated how little he could get on each message, and the lack of usernames. It was hard to hide with ones name on display. ]

Or at least somewhere with some better technology?

un: monster

[iwasrussian]

Pretty sure the answer to that is a no. We're all pretty much stuck here.

Welcome to Camp Nowhere.

2 - Liar liar, pants on fire

[theimmortalweapon]

Danny was used to rough situations and settings. This world was still new to him but he was helping out and comfortable with the lack of technology. He was less comfortable with the fact that he had shit to do in New York and he was here but he tried his best to exercise patience... try was the operative word. If not for Claire, he probably would have lost his mind by now.

He was shirtless, the black tattoo of a dragon marking his chest despite the fact that his connection with Shao-Lao had been severed upon his arrival. He was carrying a large stack of wood over to the inn when the mist clouded his vision.

"Fuck." He muttered into the air as he slowed his steps. Another voice caught his attention and he turned towards its source. At first it was only a shadow of a figure and then it turned into a man. "Hey."

Danny had heard what Vergil said but it hadn't made a lot of sense. "You okay?" He didn't seem okay. In fact, neither did Danny but Danny didn't make a habit of lying to other people. He only lied to himself.

4 - Wildcard - Timejump

[mediumhoodie]

Kat had stopped Dante from killing Vergil but it had left a void in her heart. She had loved him, still loved him, but he'd been thinking of himself all this time. She knew that Vergil could be cold and at times distant but she had always thought that it was out of necessity. Now... now she didn't know what to think.

She was alone. Dante wasn't here, she'd looked for him first, and she didn't think that Vergil would come and save her this time.

It wasn't so bad. Everyone she'd met had been nice and the community worked together in order to survive. She felt disconnected from her abilities as a medium but then Limbo was destroyed, she wouldn't be able to walk between the two worlds anymore.

That was what she reasoned with herself anyway.

She stepped towards the foyer of the inn as she pulled a hood over her head. Clothes were in short supply but Kat had found a light jacket to wear over her scrubs and shield her face from view. She had offered to help in the gardens today though she didn't know a whole lot about gardening.

Her eyes landed on a familiar figure sipping tea near the fire place and Kat froze. It couldn't be...

She walked over to him and without saying a word, she slapped him across the face.

Vergil.

[royalunderachiever]

"Ruled together? I try to avoid ruling at all costs." Adrian, too, isn't much for exploration. He can barely keep himself alive in the modern world, much less this weird place. He doesn't have survival skills unless you can count "drinking like a fish" and "painting murals on walls" skills to be utilized on a regular basis.

"It's usually better if I'm on the complete opposite side of anyone in charge."

Fern the Human || Adventure Time

[poaceae]

Saving Face
[ Is the grass boy trying to save the zalpaca, or threatening it? From his expression and the way he waves his sword at the rain, rocks, and even mud, it's hard to tell. He's also grumbling under his breath. ]

Glob globbit, stupid, jackhole animal. What are they good for anyway? Ought to chop the donkus into tartare, hanging out on top of rain butt mountain...

[ On second thought, maybe you should just keep your distance. ]

Pants on Fire
[ There's one thing that Fern genuinely enjoys, and that's sunlight. It's his favorite way to re-energize. Given, he's reasonably sure he gets nutrients from human food, but he's also pretty sure he photosynthesizes too. Either way it's relaxing, and there isn't a whole lot in his life that makes him feel good.

The mist? The mist makes him angry. So angry that he means to yell at the air about how much he hates weather. What he says instead? ]

I'M NOT IN CONTROL OF MY EMOTIONS!

[ Fern lies a lot... but he's also 16, so his brutal honestly is mostly real dumb. ]

Dante Sparda || DmC: Devil May Cry

[trailertrash]

1 - Saving Face

It had been weeks and while Dante still hated the whole thing, throwing a fit hadn't gotten him anything other than bruised and throbbing hands. This wasn't like jail - this was a giant fucking experiment, and his resentment was resounding. He had just found a more refined vision of his purpose. There were people at home that needed his protection. The entire world did. With no one to really throw his dissatisfaction at, Dante begrudgingly had begun to attempt to settle and took his frustrations out on the land and anyone who decided to tell him how great it was here.

Friendly had never been Dante's gig. Too many years of being viewed as a criminal to be bothered by what people thought, Dante escaped curious stares by trekking into the mountains. If he had to give the place anything, it was massive. The canopy cover had hidden the telltale signs of rain from him and halfway through his walk up, the sky opened, dumping a metric fuck-ton of rain on him, with no signs of stopping.

"Oh come on!" he shouted, hands flopping out in protest at his sides before lifting his jacket and clucking under his breath. "I just got this dry from the last time." Sighing, Dante tromped towards the rocky outcropping to his left, blue eyes locked on what he hoped was an overhang.

It was luck that the bleating of a young zalpaca made it through the thundering downpour, maybe even more so that Dante picked it up before training his sights on.. "What the fuck is that?" It was stared at for a long second before he decided it was a baby, and for another as he debated what he was going to do. Not that it mattered, he was already jogging towards it and pulling his jacket off in prep for climbing.


--Text--

How have any of you not gone insane? Beer and strippers ought to be a human right, ya know. It's cruel to make a man suffer like this.

[Not that he was human, but whatever.]

There's only so much porn I can try to remember.

Text from KingNothing

[demonic_divinity]

[ Oh finally something good. FINALLY. All this pain and frusration pays off just for one glorious moment.]

Oh however will you survive. Poor little baby.

Kat || DmC: Devil May Cry

[mediumhoodie]

3 - Sink or Swim

This place was strange. Not like Limbo but Kat couldn't shake the feel that she was in two places at once. A piece of her felt like it was missing or out of place. Perhaps it wasn't this world. Maybe it was too many changes too fast. Whatever the cause, the feeling remained, gnawing unpleasantly in her chest.

Kat explored the town and then slowly began to find trails and paths that lead into the woods and surrounding area. She had lived her whole life in the city and had never seen anything as beautiful as the lush greenery of this world. Her fingers reached out, trailing along the damp branches and leaves, and she wondered if there was anywhere on Earth as beautiful as this.

The steady echo of the river entices her further north, where the trail she's following opens into a deep pool of water. Trees shade the area creating her own little oasis away from the town.

A rare smile touched the corner of Kat's lips as she stepped to the waters edge. She didn't know how to swim but the water looked shallow enough to touch the bottom. She glanced around and when she was sure that she was alone she stripped down and waded into the water. Kat kept her underwear on, uncertain if anything else that might be lingering in the woods, but enjoy the swirling coolness of the river as it flowed from one side of the pool to the other.

A daggers edge grazed against Kat's foot and a startled scream echoed from her lips. She's faced demons, monsters and other unimaginable horrors but she'd been surprised by a crab...

4 - Text

Is there anyway I can help?

[She doesn't like feeling this idle.]

Text from @bloodwhore

[littledhampir]

[She hates everything about this display name]

careful
youll find yourself carrying bags of potatos with a question like that

Rogue | xmcu | Pants on Fire

[gloves]

Most mutants who found themselves suddenly stripped of their powers might have had a huge problem with it. For Rogue, who couldn't touch anyone without draining them of their powers, memories, and life-force, it was almost a welcome relief when she realized what had happened. Even more of a welcome relief when she realized she wasn't in a world controlled by anti-mutant fanatics and Sentinels anymore. In the nearly-a-week she'd been there, she'd had the time to weight the pros and cons of all this. By now, she expected something to be amiss about this place. The circumstances -- no killer skin, no killer robots -- seemed too good to be true. But she wasn't going to waste the opportunity.

She'd spent as much time as possible outside, in the fresh air, with bare arms and legs. So when it appeared that she'd shown up during the rainy season, Rogue had been a bit disappointed.

Disappointed but determined to wait it out.

As soon as the storm started to dissipate, she was back outside, pulling her hair back into a loose bun so she could enjoy the feeling of the sun on her shoulders.

It probably would have been smart to have been wearing gloves to pick up broken branches and torn up foliage along the riverbank, making room for a place to settle down, but she was determined not to ever put on another pair of gloves again if she could help it.

Of course, that was when she noticed the mist starting to creep over the grass, weaving around trees and taller bushes. It's not until she gets a lungful that she realizes that something is horribly wrong.

octavia blake • the 100

[tectus]

SAVING FACE.

Octavia vastly prefers animals to humans these days, if she's being honest. People are complicated, people are difficult, and it's hard to believe just about any of them are decent at heart lately - and if she's really being candid, she's not sure if she would have jumped into action quite as promptly for a person stranded up on a cliffside. Still, no need to confront that moral quandry just yet because it's not a person stuck in the worst of the weather, it's a dog. The decision is simple, automatic even. Without hesitation, she makes her way up the cliff.

Getting up there is easy. Reaching the scared and shaking animal is easy - but right as she's managed to coax him into allowing Octaia close enough for the dog to sniff her hand, there's an almighty crack of thunder above them. And then the heavens open. Great. She had actually noticed the person moving in the general direction of the cliff and had neglected to engage in any way, more than happy to tackle the task alone. Now though, things are different. The storm is only showing signs of getting worse, the cliff is getting harder to navigate and the dog - terrified, naturally - isn't exactly making a safe descent likely.

Resigned, tight (and far too unwelcoming given she's about to ask for help) Octavia grits her teeth and shouts down to the stranger.

"Are you any good at climbing?"

PANTS ON FIRE.

Octavia is mostly helping with the clean up because it gives her a good opportunity to scope out the other people in the area. Also civic duty and the desire for a livable space, but the primary motivator is information - ironic really, given the events that are about to transpire. She's subtle for the most part, and anyone observing her would probably need at least a little experience or interest in the subject to pick out what she was doing. Octavia hadn't even planned on doing any more than the brief small talk or task-based interactions that were unavoidable in group settings, but when the mist rolls down to them any hopes of flying under the radar are quickly dashed.

If anyone comes within a few feet of her, they won't receive a 'hi' or a 'how are you're. Instead, the greeting will be one of the following:

"I don't know how to swim."

"I didn't exist for the first sixteen years of my life."

"Everyone I know could be dead soon."

"I'm worried that I don't know how to feel anything any more."

"I don't remember how many people I've killed."

Good luck.

TEXT.

so this is...interesting. where's everyone from then?

WILDCARD.

( anything else, basically! i'm open to just about any ideas for threads but if there's anything you're not sure about feel free to pm any questions! happy to match for traditional prose or brackets, canon point is tentatively end of S4 if anyone's interested c: )

"I don't remember how many people I've killed."

[freightcars]

He's been here a while, he's seen a lot of shit. Rainbow crabs, the innards of a wendigo, twisting vines that wrap themselves around you as they lull you to sleep. The mist is something else entirely though, and he's neither expecting it nor fearing it as it rolls in. His mind is completely on the task at hand, gathering branches and brush too heavy or too thorny for most people. He's got a bundle full of gnarly detritus when he passes by her toward the cart a few feet away.

It's strange to hear the confession apropos of nothing sure, and his face screws up in confusion. What he wants to ask is, 'are you alright?' or maybe a 'recently?' out of concern for the people here he knows and cares about. Instead, the words that tumble out of his mouth are, "Neither do I."

He didn't choose to say it, and the sudden surprise and horror flit across his features before he can quickly school his expression back again. What the hell?

Sam Winchester | Supernatural

[lawschooldropout]

[Sink or Swim]

The last few weeks had been spent eye ball deep in books, looking for a way...any way to get back home. He'd come up with exactly jack and squat on the matter and had instead opted to take a breather and work on his living space. He'd intended to cool off for a bit and take a swim in the river, he had at least managed to make it to the river and had taken a seat on the river bank, bare footed and in a pair of shorts.

Now what? His brain wouldn't shut off, there is an abundance of concern both for the people in this...what ever this place was that he'd found him self in, and his home home. " Jesus.." muttered half under his breath as a hand came up through his hair.

[thegreatexperiment]

Daylight was still weird for Samantha. It didn't hurt and it certainly didn't burn. Which was by and large a good thing. But she couldn't explain the way it felt. Walking around in the light was half dreamlike, half a memory of the too-tight feeling of her sunburnt days. Astronomy wasn't Sam's area of expertise, but she finally resigned herself to the fact that it simply wasn't the sun of her home, and therefore didn't follow the same rules.

But she was still careful.

When she went out during the day, she stayed in shady areas. She avoided lingering in any spot for too long. And she made a point of washing down her skin whenever she had the opportunity.

She was kneeling by the river, splashing cool water onto her arms when she felt something snap and sting her fingers. Her teeth ground together and she winced, pulling her hand back as blood pooled on the surface of her palm. "Asshole," she snarled, grabbing a rock and throwing it uselessly at the crab, already scuttling away from her. She missed it by a mile, just splashing.

But that was pretty much the story of her life in this clown rodeo.

Ellie | The Last of Us

[epundemic]

saving face;
Ellie can't really remember a time when she had ever seen the sky unload this much rain. Some years there had been droughts, and it wasn't like she had gone without seeing rain at all. But weather like this was disorienting because the rain fell in a way that made it difficult to know how to move and react. The dog she was trying to save wasn't helping either, and she wasn't about to start thinking about how she couldn't swim. Joel would be tearing her a new one right about now for even wading into the flooded creek knowing she wouldn't be able to save herself if her feet got swept out from under her. Judging by the way her legs are wobbling, she isn't sure it's too far fetched of a thought to be concerned that it might happen. Panic fills her and makes her breathing quicken. Hyperventilating isn't going to get anyone out alive but she can't really help it.

Her time with Joel has prepared her for this though, and not even her fear of the water can keep her from saving a living thing. She has to endure and survive, keep pushing herself even when she's terrified and doesn't think she can do something. Things back home help her understand how precious life is, and she's been conditioned to do what's right for the greater good rather than herself. It doesn't matter if it's a person or a dog. She's not about to let someone die on her watch. Both arms are full of struggling dog and she glances over to see someone standing at the edge of the water. The look of surprise that crosses her face is probably comical, up until it contorts right back into panic.

"Are you seriously just gonna stand there and watch? Help me out already!"

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if this is what technology is I guess I really haven't missed out on anything. are there guitars or books here somewhere? bricks?

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[freightcars]

This isn't really a shining example of technology, but frankly you're better off.
Book selection's not great, there's a survival guide you might want to check out. Just in case.