TEST DRIVE MEME #2

[zhautasmods]

Awakening

Artificial lights assault your eyes. It takes a few blinks for them to adjust properly. Quiet mechanical whirs and clicks sound in the small, sparse space that you had likely been corralled into before being put to sleep for the long journey. As grogginess fades away and lucidity starts to take hold, you begin to remember where you are and why you’re here on this spaceship thousands of light years away from home and perhaps everything and everyone you’ve ever known.

The multiverse is sick. It’s dying. And it’s up to you to save it. Or, at least, that’s what the Zenith Corporation had told you when they announced their search for a cure across the multiverse. They hand-picked individuals to be "volunteers" for the next stage of experimentation. Maybe they made it sound dire, maybe you already had your mind set to help, or maybe the specifics of how you could help was vague. Considering the alternative was wasting away on your home planet with no promise of when this cure might actually come to fruition, it ultimately wasn’t much of a choice either way.

Everything comes to life the more awake that you start to feel. "Good morning, volunteer," sounds a synthetic, feminine voice in your ear. That must be one of the fancy features they advertised about the chip that was injected just beneath your skin. A projected HUD above your torso displays and scrolls through several readings about the state of your being. "A scan of your vital signs show that everything is functioning as normal." There’s a small pause. "Wait-" The spike of alarm that should follow that single, distressed-sounding word is accompanied by a light chime. "Emotional responses are still accurate, too. Thank you for your cooperation!" Without any further explanation or allowing for protest, she continues on. "I hope you enjoyed your nap! We’ll be descending to planet #05031941 - common name designated as Zhautas - in approximately three hours. There will be a brief orientation for all volunteers exactly one hour before landing. Due to potential unnatural stress levels upon awakening from stasis, I suggest a relaxing trip to the garden beforehand."

If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to ask.
My name is R.O.S.I.E. and, on behalf of all of us at the Zenith Corporation, we’re happy to have you aboard.

Code Credit

Say Aloe (Prospective Players Only)

Red lights lead the way to the gym, green will be your path to the gardens, ostignuh is- Wait, what do you mean the color ostignuh is burning your eyes? Huh. They must have over-corrected for your species. Oh, well. They’ll fix that for the next trip. For now, don’t worry about it. It probably didn’t lead to anything important anyway!

1. The staff is much more attentive this time than they were with the first wave of volunteers. Poor feedback and the threat of losing their jobs if they don't improve their standing will do that! Unfortunately, it isn't just the colors that have been over-corrected. Despite how many times you tell the very helpful staff member that you're fine, they won't leave you alone. Are you sure? They can walk with you if you'd like. They can even hold your hand if you're overwhelmed! If there's anything you need, they're here for you.
   
   Maybe if you find a buddy to walk you to your destination they might divert their attention to a different volunteer. The buddy system is pretty fool-proof, after all.


2. As you draw closer to the gardens, the lights in the hallway begin to dim. In fact, the only available source of illumination for a small distance is the thin green line across the floor guiding your way. Careful not to trip! There's handy railing to hold onto or maybe you accidentally grab the arm of that (hopefully) cute person nearby. It's kind of hard to tell and green isn't really a flattering color anyway.
   
   Suddenly, you're stepping into a wide open space of twilight. Iridescent flowers dot the landscape for as far as the eye can see. They come in all different shapes, sizes, and glow softly in this simulated night-scape. Trees of shining magenta leaves and blue bark wind up to the stars. Or, at least, the viewing panels that allow the stars to be seen from inside the ship. Not to worry, it's entirely safe and beautiful!
   
   The featured flower of this month is the Nykt Blossom. Be warned, however, that inhaling its pollen causes increased levels of oxytocin. This will cause you to feel compelled to bond socially with others. That is, you might find yourself a lot more friendly than usual! Maybe a little too friendly, even, if you're especially susceptible to its effects.


3. It's very easy to miss the warning signs in this dark as you step into the section of the garden that houses the more alien plant-life.
   
   They'll fix that for the future, of course, but for now many volunteers are likely finding themselves subject to the same unfortunate circumstances. Coitendrils are in abundance here; they're a pretty touchy feely species. It's a plant that thrives in warm conditions and grows at an incredibly fast rate to seek out these cozy spots. As it turns out, your body warmth is the highest temperature around and exactly what it's looking for.
   
   Before you know it, long green tendrils are suddenly growing around your arms or legs in speedy spirals. They get everywhere in a matter of mere seconds. Their growth is aggressive, finding ways beneath the fabric of whatever clothes you happen to be wearing and to the skin below. The only way to reverse their growing hold is to cool yourself off and fast. Maybe someone can grab you some ice?

Orientation (Prospective Players Only)

Around an hour before landing, an announcement is made to everyone aboard the ship. It’s time to find your way to the amphitheater for orientation. If anyone gripes, they are reminded that it has mandatory safety information that the Zenith Corporation is legally required to cover. In fact, there's even a quiz at the end to make sure you understand all the technical ins and outs! The Zenith Corporation only has your best interests at heart. They also can’t afford another lawsuit or PR nightmare but who can, really? It’s only a half an hour long and R.O.S.I.E. reassures everyone that it will go by faster than they think.

1. Are you way too cool for school? If you try to play hookey, the crew members of the spaceship are already on guard. You're not the first one to try this and they doubt you'll be the last. Try as you might to super sleuth your way around, there’ll be someone at apparently every single turn and twist you try.
   
   It’s also very likely that in scrambling to find a place to hide you’ll run into someone else breaking the rules! Perhaps great minds think alike and you decide to try to defy the system together. Or maybe they’re totally just getting in your way and you decide instead to throw them to the wolves to give yourself a better chance at escaping certain boredom that is an informational seminar. The choice is yours, volunteer!


2. Whether you come to the orientation willingly or are dragged in by one of the staff, you’ll quickly realize just how bad R.O.S.I.E. lied. A half an hour feels almost like ten hours instead. The last time you checked your watch, it was somehow later than when you check it now. Is time going backward? It sure seems like it the longer you listen to the monotone voice read over colored flavor text clearly meant to engage but missing its mark stupendously. Even the motivation of a quiz at the end that needs to be passed in order to disembark seems to do little to nothing for your dwindling attention span.
   
   Finally, there’s a break in the bureaucratic monotony. The faceless, droning voice introduces one of the staff currently on Zhautas, Jeneviere. He's assistant to the head scientist, Professor Quintalian, and freshly assigned overseer of new volunteers. He also looks like he absolutely doesn't want to be the one doing this seminar.
   
   "Come now, Jenny," says a masculine voice off screen. "You promised."
   "I know what I said," he snaps, glaring off camera and not seeming to care much for the fact this is a live feed nor that these new volunteers are expecting something a bit more professional.
   "Then what's the problem?" the voice asks again. As it does, a tentacle wiggles into view and gives a reassuring pat on the deerman's shoulder. "I know for a fact that you like being filmed, Jenny, so really this shouldn't be so daunting-"
   
   As he speaks, Jeneviere's cheeks suddenly burn red hot. He stands forcefully out of his chair and uses one of those hoofs to kick harshly at the source of the tentacles. There's a very undignified squawk at the attack before the video feed cuts out and a technical difficulties sign is displayed.
   
   "... Right," the narrator from before says to break the undeniably awkward silence. "Just give us a moment, volunteers, and we'll get a pre-recorded seminar ready for you instead. In the meantime, let's open up communications with the facility and allow you to discuss with those already on the planet about what they've enjoyed most about their time on Zhautas so far?*
   
   
3. Hopefully, you didn't forget about the quiz! The staff certainly didn't. After the pre-recorded seminar is run, papers are handed out. A quiet shuffle carries through the room as people pass them to and fro down the aisles. It all seems rather arbitrary and tedious but remember! You have to pass in order to disembark.
   
   It isn't too hard. Or maybe it is. Perhaps it's just the pressure that you only have fifteen minutes to complete it. What was the professor's first name again? How many research facilities are there on the planet? Staff are scrutinizing your every move now, it feels like. Do you take the risk and try to whisper for help to the person next to you? Pass notes? Do what you must to succeed! ...Or you can just shamefully take the quiz again and again and again until they're legally obligated to let you off board.

Welcome to Zhautas! (All Players)

Finally, it's time to disembark at the research facility. This time they have the right coordinates so it's as easy as stepping off the ship and to your new home away from home. Or, at least, it should have been that easy...

There's an awful lot of construction going on around here. Several beings with hard hats, power tools, and ridiculous amounts of glue are rushing about. They're shouting orders and saying "excuse me" where they remember to. Still, it can be hard to get a word in edgewise about the fact that you're new volunteers here to check-in. In addition to the construction, there's also an awful lot of important-seeming people walking throughout the facility as well that staff are far more attentive to than you.

In short, it's borderline chaos as you try to get your bearings.

1. "Bad news, new volunteers," says R.O.S.I.E. in the midst of all the commotion. "We have your housing assignments but there have been some... technical difficulties in preparing the new rooms." There's actually been a lot of technical difficulties, period. Maybe you've already noticed with the lights randomly changing color or dimness, the vending machine that launched your drink at you, or R.O.S.I.E. herself glitching out periodically when responding. The problem with the rooms is that the doors won't open. Or they won't stay closed. Or that they open and close constantly and forcefully so it's a safety hazard. As if everything else going on with all the construction isn't.
   
   "We're working on it as fast as we can, but for now, we've set up a temporary sleeping situation until its resolved." Everyone will be directed to one of the larger common rooms in the east wing of the facility while the rest of the volunteers are still awaiting their new housing as promised. Mattresses are laid out in rows on the floor. There's plenty of blankets, pillows, and even some LED lights strung around the room to provide some nice ambience.
   
   Additionally, there's a screen covering one of the walls for a movie to be projected on before bed. R.O.S.I.E. has chosen a thematically appropriate film that was approved by Professor Quintalian himself. Snacks are provided too! It's an old-fashioned sleepover, volunteers. Make a blanket fort, enjoy what's on for your viewing pleasure, and have - most of all - have fun.


2. What's a sleepover without scary stories? Flashlights have been provided and it's time to get spooky. Here's your chance to share that real thriller that you know from back home. Maybe another world has a similar tale! Either way, there's nothing like bonding over a little healthy fear. Right?
   
   Or maybe terrifying strangers isn't your idea of a good time and you'd rather make shadow puppets instead. That's also an option! In fact, some people are trying to start a contest out of it to see who can cast the most creative shadows around.


3. The night staff comes around for one last security sweep. Get some sleep, they say. It's been a long day. Tomorrow might be even longer if they still can't figure out the rooms or where to put all these new volunteers for the time being.
   
   As nice as that sounds, it's a little easier said than done. Whether it's the construction noise, the person next to you snoring, or late night existential thoughts it's difficult for sleep to find you. Maybe talking to someone might help? Or maybe you just need to go to the bathroom. Good luck crossing the swath of bodies, in the case of the latter, and who knows! You might find someone else having as much trouble sleeping as you that you can commiserate with.
   
   Or maybe you're the one snoring. Do you happen to kick in your sleep? How unfortunate for the person assigned to the mat next to you. They might be courteous or they might tell you just how obnoxious it is. Whatever the case might actually be, you're likely in for a long first night here at the research facility.

Network/Bangr (All Players)

During all the goings-on, R.O.S.I.E. will prompt you to set up your presence on the network. Pick a username, a profile picture, and commence to shitposting immediately if you so desire! Additionally, if you want to get a headstart on your contribution to the volunteer program, why not set up your Bangr? R.O.S.I.E. even has an icebreaker question ready for you! They change every month. This month's question is:

Do you like wake-up sex or staying up all night?*
(*Despite what you might actually put, know that R.O.S.I.E. is a little glitchy. What you wrote might not actually be what's displayed! I.E., you can totally use this as a misfire type deal in case your character wouldn't answer this question.)

bangr

Professor Quintalian | 35

Do you like wake-up sex or staying up all night?
Wake-up sex is the best, in my opinion. Hormones are more haywire first thing in the morning; it's just scientific sense to get your bang in during wake-up time.

✓	✕
YES <span style="font-family: times; font-size:40px; color:#33cc33;">✓</span>	NO <span style="font-family: times; font-size:40px; color:#CC0000;">✕</span>

BANGR CODE Please copy this pastebin for now!

Extra Notes

• The BANGR code only works in comments, there is a separate code for entries!
  If you're testing this code before posting it here please do so in a comment to an entry for accuracy!


• TDM top levels are allowed for current characters and/or new characters!
  However, current characters can ONLY interact with the following prompts:
  WELCOME TO ZHAUTAS where new characters are on the planet AND/OR the network options available if they want the thread to be considered game canon.



NAVIGATION ✦ TAKEN ✦ RESERVES

Comments

IC QUESTIONS

[r_o_s_i_e]

[ Ask R.O.S.I.E. all your questions here! ]

[astralera]

Rosalina?

[ translation: why tf do you sound like a robot version of her crazy friend. ]

A trashfire | Hunter x Hunter | OTA

[flimsylies]

Orientation
[ He's picking random individuals in the audience and flicking playing cards at their neck and ears... The cards return to his hand with a flick of his wrist. ]

Quiz
[ He's sure this quiz is very important but uh... He can't be fucking bothered with this. Instead he uses his aura like a weapon, intimidating the proctor with a hellish gleam in his eyes, noxiously menacing. He licks his lips, just daring his proctor to push the issue further. He would happy rip the little alien's several hearts out of their chest in a series of rapid, knife-sharp hand strikes.

He is passed and encouraged to please go away...

Hisoka relaxes his menacing stance, running a hand through his hair and offering a cheerful smile before sauntering away. ]

What a lovely seminar.

Shadow Puppets
[ This is fun! He comes up to the light, and begins to do a little play. Something about an innocent hero on an innocent adventure that ends with said innocent hero being disemboweled with horrible detail one wouldn't have expected from a shadow play.

When you turn to give an accusing look at him, you'll discover his hands aren't in front of the light at all. He just smiles mysteriously. ]

Sleepover!!!
[ He sleeps, like a lot of men do, in just a pair of boxer shorts. They are white with hearts on them, of course they are. Depending on your tastes... he's either very fit or terrifying. His musculature is improbable, like he could rip someone's head off their shoulders with his bare hands.

Which he can.

The fact of his strength makes his perpetual, thoughtless smile... just all the more creepy.

His annoying habit is rather than sleeping, he sits awake staring at all the rest of you. When he isn't actively burning holes into the backs of other's heads with his eyes, he's embedding his cards into the ceiling.

Swish. Flick. Swish. Flick.

They pierce the ceiling like its butter. ]

bangr

HISOKA MOROW | 28

on a scale of 1 to 10, how strong are you? (★-▽･♠)

✓	✕
YES <span style="font-family: times; font-size:40px; color:#33cc33;">✓</span>	NO <span style="font-family: times; font-size:40px; color:#CC0000;">✕</span>

bangr

[unholy_rebirth]

✓

A nine? [Actually, she'd probably say ten, but it's unbecoming of a tauren to brag.]

Are you looking to wrestle?

Karkat Vantas | MSPA: Homestuck

[crabinthebucket]

I. STOP AND SMELL THE BENIGN ALIEN FLORA.

It's not too bad. The dimly illuminated walkway leading to the gardens aren't exactly a problem for a man whose species is largely nocturnal. After that ganderbulb-searing color drawing a headache-inducing line to who knows where, the dark is a welcome reprieve for an aching thinkpan. Karkat meandered this way out of idle curiosity, mainly, and because there's an appeal to the darker, more closed in spaces, a comfortable familiarity of the sound of metal beneath his well worn sneaker treads.

Maybe it's one of the other volunteers who has trouble navigating the walkway only to find a firm hand steadying them before they fall, a hard and terse voice warning from the dark: "Hey. Get your strut pods untangled before you fall, dumbass."

Whoever this guy is, his manners could use some work!

II. WATCH A TOUCHING CINEMATIC MASTERPIECE ABOUT ONE WOMAN'S NOBLE QUEST TO FUCK A FISH.

This sleeping arrangement sure is weird! It's just cushioned plane after cushioned plane of mattresses lining up and down the room, some of them already occupied with weary volunteers. There's one who hunkers down with his blanket draped over him like a big shawl, hooding his eyes. He stands out among the humans, because he both looks enough like them and doesn't with his gray skin and his yellow sclera, the sharp teeth jutting out in a slight, yet visible overbite.

Besides the occasional suspicious case of side-eye thrown at others who happen to get into his personal space, the gray-skinned stranger is pretty interested in this movie. In fact, one could argue that his interest shifts from merely passing to avid once it becomes apparent that this is a story about the burgeoning love between creatures from very different walks of life. Is there exploded kernels/popcorn? Because by the end of it, Karkat is throwing a fistful of the stuff into the air ahead of him. And probably onto other people watching the movie.

"What? WHAT?! ELISA DESERVED BETTER THAN TO GET WRITTEN OFF LIKE THAT, YOU HALF-PANNED HACK!" Wow, someone sure feels passionately about this! He turns to the person nearest, his fingers clenching and unclenching at the air as he continues, "I mean, ok. I can understand that in the absence of an auspistice, that prejudiced nookwhiffer Strickland was pretty much doomed to have his black obsession backfire spectacularly. And by the way, that revenge arc was shorter than a limbless, fangless grub's life expectancy! But we're just going to put Elisa on the omniscuttlecoach like that? What about Giles?! He OBVIOUSLY harbored unrequited feelings of pity for Elisa, did you see how her appeal touched him?" You get it, don't you?!

III. SLEEPOVERS BUT WITH A SURPRISE TWIST ENDING THAT NOBODY LIKES.

If someone is having trouble settling down to sleep, it really is no surprise. Between the technical difficulties, the alien surroundings, the aliens, the pressure of finding a cure for what ails one's home, or the people you've left behind to come here, there's a lot to keep one awake. But the late hour finally arrives when most sounds have settled into the even breathing of sleep, the occasional slip of blankets as someone turns on their mattress, or... probably other sounds if someone is trying to discreetly get it on... this isn't about them.

This is about the rough, bellowing screech that rips through the silence. A yell that is followed by other yelps of surprise as others are startled from their sleep. Someone has stood up, only to trip over someone's legs and fall over another person, waking them during the mad dash to right himself. A pillow is thrown. Then what looks like a person. The commotion grows, as the one at the center of it all backs himself quite literally into a corner, a rattling, chittering snarl in his throat, sharp teeth bared.

Come on, it's much too late for this nonsense! People are trying to sleep!

IV. BANGR

bangr

KARKAT VANTAS | 9.69 SS/21 YRS

IF YOU'RE HERE TO PROPOSE SLOPPY INTER-SPECIES MAKE OUTS, YOU'RE BRAYING UP THE WRONG FROND NUB. I KNOW WHAT WE ALL VOLUNTEERED TO DO, SO SPARE ME ANY SMUG, SMARMY EXPLANATIONS WHILE YOU'RE AT IT. ON THE OTHER PRONG, IF YOU'RE *ACTUALLY INTERESTED* IN PUTTING OUR THINK PANS TOGETHER, COMING UP WITH SOLUTIONS THAT *DON'T*, YOU KNOW, INVOLVE BUMPING BONE BULGES INDISCRIMINATELY LIKE AN ORGIASTIC CONCUPISCENT COLONY ON THE CUSP OF AN IMAGINED BULLSHIT APOCALYPSE? THEN WE'RE ALREADY GETTING OFF ON THE RIGHT STRUT POD. HIT ME UP.

(If the code's still broken, I have a version over here for reference.)

V. Wildcard!

Hit me up if you want a different prompt!

bangr

[surecast]

What's a frond nub?

Shouto Todoroki | My Hero Academia

[freezeflame]

A) ice to meet you

[there are a lot of ways to be a hero. selflessly acting without thinking, rescuing others, putting yourself in harm's way to protect someone you love. Shouto Todoroki believes he can be a hero, and is going to school to be one. but another opportunity to be a hero presented itself, and he was quick to jump on it. now, he considers that maybe it was not the best plan. because now he's in space. is it better to be here than back on his own planet? will he be able to help people this way?

he keeps to himself as he moves about the ship. several people try to approach him, but Shouto manages to escape their persistent meddling. he's fine, really. he's just having second thoughts about being here, is all. he's already been warned about acting on his own without an adult's permission. he could get in trouble for this. or, rather, his teachers could. Aizawa-sensei will probably be mad.

finally, he gets to the gardens and has a run-in with the Coitendrils. they are, in fact, very attracted to the heat generated by the left-side of his body. but before they can get too close, Shouto freezes them on the spot. the rest of them become uninterested, as now he's too cold. once Shouto realizes that the tendrils stay away from him if he isn't warm, he works on keeping his body temperature low. of course, doing that for long periods of time causes his skin to freeze. either way, he's pushing himself, and he plans on helping others if the tendrils attack them, too]

B) all work and no play

[at last, they are on the planet proper. Shouto's both relieved and nervous about this. he's still wondering if he should be there at all. a lot of the volunteers around here look... older. should he have left this job to the Pro Heroes?

he's still thinking about his situation when it is time for bed. Shouto's found a quiet corner in the room to sleep in, but there are people all around him. this is super weird, and he's very uncomfortable. he can't help but stare at some people, especially the ones that are more boisterous and who seem to be enjoying themselves. don't they understand what is going on? weren't they told that the multiverse was sick? is this any time to play around?

maybe he's staring at you, with his different colored eyes. he has a large burn scar on the left side of his face, and his hair color is split down the middle, half white, and half red. he's quite good-looking, despite these features. he's definitely human, but he has powers. maybe you saw him use them earlier...]

C) bang this

[un: icyhot]

bangr

SHOUTO TODOROKI | 16

Do you like wake-up sex or staying up all night?
I am looking for heroes.

✓	✕
YES <span style="font-family: times; font-size:40px; color:#33cc33;">✓</span>	NO <span style="font-family: times; font-size:40px; color:#CC0000;">✕</span>

[ah... he totally ignored the question]

D) wildcard

[do you have another prompt you want to play with? do you want to plot? post, or ping lovebakery for plotting!]

BANGR ; ( UN: MIDNIGHT )

[somnambulistic]

You're looking for heroes, huh? That's not the right answer to the question but it's a good one. ;)
_{[ Surely you'll know who this is from her username alone. ]}

bro strider | mspa: homestuck

[puppetfetish]

GARDENS [2.] ==>

<sub>[ Not the greatest thing to wake up to, but he supposes if he somehow became a failure in one timeline, maybe he can save another timeline. He’ll do it his way, of course, but he’s just a *little* agitated he wasn’t rightfully prepared for anything that is happening right now. At least he’s got his shades, yeah, and his hat, fuck yes, and his beloved triple cursed puppet, oooooooh fuck yes. Things can't be that bad, and he supposes it's a change of pace from babysitting a little shitwipe that fell out of the sky and has to save the world. Godspeed and good riddance, kiddo. He's onto an adult version of saving the world he guesses.
Shitty swords and Batman shuriken out of his inventory, he feels a bit neurotic but hides it well with a stone cold demeanor and unreadable expression to boot. The puppet in question is tucked in his arm, silent for the time being as he ventures about the gardens, taking in every miniscule detail. He's a very perceptive, but the sudden and imprompt feeling of wanting to talk to somebody and maybe want to flirt with somebody or maybe something as scandalous as, dare I say it, hanging out and being chill like a normal functioning person in society causes a shiver to crawl up his spine and he actually makes an ick sound. Must.. resist.. the feeling of mingling. He casts a glance over at a small group of other people; perhaps you're apart of this group, and goes completely unhinged as he takes in another breath of air. He's not 100% certain these flowers are the cause with their alluring pollen, but something just seems too satisfying to just tear them up as he wordlessly kicks and stomps them with the full intent of destroying them. Feel free to observe this hissy fit as he leaves the flowers trampled and mashed to the floor, only to disrupt more pollen in the air as he walks the way. OOPS.

Eyes are on him and he turns to whoever is looking with a half shrug. ]</sub>

What.

ORIENTATION [3.] ==>

<sub>[ That went way too long and the way sweat trickles from his brow indicates it’s taking every fiber of his being not to lose his patience and outright annihilate any and every part of this orientation. Maybe it's the way he is bouncing his leg and slouched down in his seat with his arms crossed like a rebellious teen, 36 going on 14 years old. When he turns in his paper like a proper student, all that is written over and over on the paper:
ILL FUCKING MURDER YOU.
ILL FUCKING MURDER YOU.
ILL FUCKING MURDER YOU.

Before the assistant can properly respond, Bro offers another piece of paper and calmly responds: ]</sub>

Whoops. My B, hand slipped, didn’t have an eraser. Here you go.
_{[ He’ll hand over the next paper, where did he get that paper, and it has all of the correct answers on it. Feel free to be sitting next to him and comment on what he’s writing before he turns it in or maybe make a comment after the fact. It should be noted the wrote the correct answers at an unearthly speed. ]}

SLUMBERPARTY [3.] ==>

_{[ What the fuck is up with this guy. He’s lying in bed next to you, asleep, but his eyes are wide open. He’s snoring and his breathing indicates he’s definitely asleep, but man, those eyes. They’re wide open. Fortunately, it’s not really obvious unless you’re really looking into it and can see well in the dim lights, but he’s sleeping with his shades on. Yeah, his knock off Kamina shades, and also his hat, but then he’s stripped down to his underwear otherwise. Again, the eerie puppet is tucked protectively under his arm, but its face is looking directly at you. You can swear it’s almost talking to you and if there’s any thought that passes through your mind to maybe touch the puppet, wake this guy up, anything having to do with him or his puppet, he’ll roll over on his side to face you and murmur: ]}

You got extra blankets?
_{[ Hmmm, spooky. ]}

BANGR ==>

bangr

BRO | 36

i swear to unholy fuck.
if any of you wake me up.
ill beat your ass.
youre probably into that.

✓	✕
YES <span style="font-family: times; font-size:40px; color:#33cc33;">✓</span>	NO <span style="font-family: times; font-size:40px; color:#CC0000;">✕</span>

2.

[bottombitch]

[ Thank god there's another anxious person around on this planet who is reacting about as well as one might expect with weird social butterfly pollen creeping into their blood and brains by way of their respiratory systems. Aoba leans toward the nearest person -- this being some tall, platinum blond wearing sunglasses at night, a cap like a dudebro and a doll that doesn't match anything ever. ]

Talk to me, or I might start going crazy.

[ Save him, weird-ass random doll-carrying dudebro. He's obviously been here too long and thus has lost all will to try to make this seem natural. He blurts this out with tired exasperation. It hasn't even been a month and he's already regretting his decision to save the fucking world. ]

I'm Aoba, tell me your name before I just give you one out of desperation.

says aloe there...

[puppetfetish]

_{[ While Anders is analyzing all of the beauty of the gardens and how romantic it is, yadda yadda, all that good horse shit, Bro is thinking of something else. Mostly, the structure of the ship and the anatomy of this garden and all the mechanics that go into it. It's a lot of work from a creative person's perspective; but then a part of him also wants to take everything apart and it's taking a lot of will power to not just up and do that. His stony heart is waaaay far away from the thought of anything lovey-dovey so the second the person who is closest to him is talking to him he diverts his attention to him, all the while muttering a brief oh fuck, was this guy speaking to him? ]}

Uh, yeah. Brings a tear to my eye. Fucking water works.
Some Disney princess shit right up in this grill.
_{[ ????? he guesses this could be romantic but he really isn't that type of person.. ]}

robyn lanner (warrior of light oc) || ffxiv || ota!

[surecast]

among the nightblooms;

[ robyn has seen many wonders during his travels across eorzea and beyond, but even the overgrown gardens of st. mocianne's arboretum can't compare to the sight before him now.

sure, the lack of any wandering monsters goes a long way towards coloring his perception of the place, but even if a korpokkur were to cross his path at this very moment he wouldn't be any less awestruck. the flowers, the vines, even the leaves and the bark on the trees all softly aglow in the dim light, all beneath a vast expanse of twinkling stars, so much brighter and closer than any night sky he's ever seen before... it's all so incredible, he doesn't even stop to consider that the pollen might have any effect on him; in fact, it's starting to bring a tear to his eye.

he turns to whoever is nearest to him and thinks nothing of touching their arm to get their attention, or letting his hand linger there even after he has their attention. the look in his eyes is positively dreamy. ]

Isn't this the most beautiful thing you've ever seen?

quiz time;

Uh...

[ he... he had tried. he had really, truly tried his very best to absorb and remember as much information as he could, but... the longer robyn stares at this slip of paper, the more it all seems to have fallen right out of his head. and they're really not going to let him off this ship unless he passes...?

he chews on the tip of his pen until he realizes he's about to snap it off in his mouth and then he'll be even worse off, won't he. okay, robyn, don't freak out, don't despair, there's gotta be another way out of this. he glances around surreptitiously, and once he's certain he won't be spotted by the proctors, he leans over to his neighbor... ]

You don't have any idea what this answer is, do you?

[ please help him. ]

bangr;

bangr

ROBYN LANNER | 21 (MAYBE?)

I think I'd rather just get some sleep, to be honest.

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nightblooms

[gaijinsleeve]

Hm? [Tak seems to only just be paying attention now to what he's supposed to be looking at. He also seems decidedly unimpressed by the view. He wants to say that he's seen better, that this isn't anything worthy of dropping your jaw for, but he takes one look into the kid's eyes and decides not to shit on his opinion. Forcing a really obviously fake smile, he shrugs.] Yeah. Whatever. It's nice. Why are you touching me?

Shouta Aizawa | Anime Sky High

[benstein]

Say Aloe; 1;

[Aizawa isn't exactly a social person on the best of days. It's not a bad thing, it's just . . . a thing. He likes to keep to himself and speak to what few friends he has; anything beyond that ought to be work related. And he especially doesn't have time to talk at length to some staff member. Oh, he'd like to ask them a few questions eventually, of course, but they're not here to be interrogated. They're just helpfully bobbing at his side, bleating out nonsense and irritating him further and further.

This is the fifth time some volunteer has popped up at his elbow to chirp at him, and he grimaces.]

Enough. Don't--

[He'll be taking his hand back, thank you very much. But it seems obvious they're trying to passive-aggressively bully people into this buddy system, and with a pointed sigh he glances towards the first not-insanely-chirpy person he can see.]

You. Come here.

Say Aloe, 3;

[The instant one of those tentacles tries to come near him Aizawa is off. He's a pro hero; it's a matter of ease to leap up and spring off trees and walls, dodging those tentacles. They're determined to follow him, but for the moment, he's faster, and he's betting he can just dodge his way right out of here.

. . . except then there's a person down on the ground. Male or female, he can't tell, but they're fighting off one of those damn things, and another vine is creeping towards their leg.

Quick as a flash his capture cloth strikes out, wrapping firm around the person's torso and yanking them upwards. Vaguely hoping they don't mind heights, Aizawa brings them both up to a high branch on some freaky alien tree.]

Are you hurt?

bangr

Shouta Aizawa | 30

I prefer sleeping.

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BANGR ; ( UN: MIDNIGHT )

[somnambulistic]

_{[ Oh, here's another party pooper. She'll just tease him a bit. ]}
You know, if I had to guess since you won't answer accordingly, you're one of those who probably enjoys some wake up sex but don't want to admit it. Am I right? I'm usually good with these kinds of things.

loki | mcu (post-ragnarok )

[dothelokimotion]

[ say aloe, i ]

[ the sakaarian vibes were quite strong with his awakening. he never got the chair, but he knew what the experience was like and everything about this situation screams of omnipotent masters, hanging back. "volunteer" indeed. as if he'd allow himself to be reduced to this. his time with the grandmaster notwithstanding.

( that had been a masterful work of manipulation. shame he never got far enough to slide a knife in his back )

after he left, trying to navigate his way through, fettered by helpful employees before he finally loses his temper, grabbing the nearest one by the throat. ]

What part of "no" do you fail to understand?

[ say aloe, ii ]

[ it's the gardens that make him pause for thought. he's traveled many worlds, wanderlust burning through his veins. he's never lingered long though, preferring to return to asgard. of course, now there is no asgard to return to. briefly he wonders if thor has noticed his departure. or simply chalked it up to loki being flighty and unreliable. the feeling stings and loki pushes it aside, refusing to dwell on it. Still, he watches the flowers bloom, lights reflected in his eyes. ]

Beautiful.

[ welcome to zhautas, iii ]

[ loki hated this. mingling with other people in this sort of . . . environment. bonding, closeness. how utterly dull. but when the lights start to dim, the stirrings of mischief begin to form in his mind. with a flick of his fingers, loki sends out illusions of snakes or the sensations of spiders running on top of blankets and leans back with a smirk when people start screaming and panicking.

now this — this was more like it. ]

[ bangr ]

bangr

LOKI | DON'T ASK

If you have to ask, you don't meet my criteria

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[ wildcard ]

[ feel free to pick any of the other prompts! you can send a pm to this journal if you're not sure. ]

iii

[dyingstar]

[ Thor loves this, minding with other people in this sort of shared bedroom they've all been forced into: a sea of blankets, pillows, and bodies all compact into one sleeping area. The bonding, the closeness! He doesn't even need to sleep now, or much at all ever, really, but he's laying comfortably surrounded by people, watching a woman on the TV screen be seduced by a fish. It's hilarious, and charming, and he's enjoying himself by just lounging comfortably.

Then there are spiders, which he raises an eyebrow at as he brushes one crawling across his chest aside, because that's the first insect (arachnid, bug, thing) he's seen in this place that wasn't the size of a person or larger. And then the snakes come, and that's entertaining but unusual also, and it's unfortunate that people are screaming and fleeing the place, because snakes are harmless when they aren't trying to kill you with their venom. And Thor goes to demonstrate by picking one up, but his hand passes right through it, and the illusion vanishes.

And that's the first moment when his stomach drops, and real, irrational fear sets in.

He goes looking after that. And for all the people running and dusting themselves off and milling about the place, the one person not to move at all for the prank is easily found. ]

Brother?

[ Thor doesn't drop to his knees to hug Loki, or find something nearby to throw at (or through) him, but stands where he is, looking surprised, and injured. After a beat, his eyebrows crease and he looks less touched, more the calm confidence of his usual careless expression. ]

Or... sister?

[ Not that Loki looks at all like a woman right now, no visible cleavage or softer jaw, but Thor's been hearing some strange stories of other universes lately, and it can't hurt to be sure. This can't be the brother he knows, suddenly here, sitting casually and pulling pranks. It's not possible. This Loki being from the whole "sometimes sister" universe would make more sense than a Loki from his own. ]

Joel | Original Character (will match format!)

[humanreally]

SAY ALOE & ORIENTATION

He certainly isn't all that impressed by the pushy staff, and even seems disinclined for any form of contact, flinching away when they try to touch him in order to usher him to the next destination. No, thank you. Joel's not worried about playing hookey, but they're certainly not helping keep him that way, so someone is bound to find him squeezing himself into whatever hiding spot he finds - whether they've claimed it for themselves or just happen to be passing by - just for the sake of a breather.

Alternately, if someone else is close by he might hurry to their side as if he already knows them, glancing over his shoulder to make sure he's not being followed as he approaches the stranger. Don't worry if you're not up for company, he'll just as soon keep walking once the employees back off as stick around.

He is not the most talkative around and usually keeps to himself, but the longer he spends exploring the plant life on the ship the more engaged he starts to act. Even passengers minding their own business might be suddenly in his company, hearing him comment on this or that as if it were a subject he actually held some passion about rather than something he'd never heard of before arriving here.

Being a naturally cool species has its advantages, for one he can easily help cool a partner with a fever. For another, the alien plants here are probably more focused on someone else. When they entrap someone else, curling around limbs and getting as invasive as possible he quickly grabs hold in an effort to yank it off. As luck would have it the plant releases, retreating in search of another source of heat.

After awhile he might notice the signs and make the connection, lowering his body temperature further to make it easier to ward off the intrusive plants before they get a chance to become too much of a menace. Need help?

No prompt for ORIENTATION 2 or 3 but feel free to wildcard me!

WELCOME TO ZHAUTAS

Joel's not really sure what to make of ... all this, but a sleepover isn't beyond is scope, so he settles in easily enough with some corner of the mattress and blankets and watches everyone with open curiosity. His mannerisms might almost be feline in the way he slinks around or peers at other volunteers.

Bedtime stories, horror tales and the like are all completely out of his wheelhouse, but he might be caught watching the shadow puppets like a cat intent on a laser on the wall.

NETWORK/BANGR

bangr

Joel | 29

I'm flexible, both have their perks.

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(feel free to wildcard anything, I'm game! Hit me up if you want to plot/ask anything first.)

bangr

[gaijinsleeve]

✓

Yeah, well, you got a few years left before you're too old for this staying up all night shit. Enjoy it while it lasts.

all might | my hero academia

[fiftynifty]

I. aloe ha ha ha

[It probably isn't the staff's fault that they've over-corrected trying to help this particular volunteer. He looks a bit like a giant, lost dandelion, trying his best to smile politely and get the hell away from the employees (two of them) clutching both his hands and trying to guide him in two different directions. It's going nowhere, as much as he tries to excuse himself or get them to listen to him, they continue to argue while he looks distraught over their heads--]

Haha, really, I appreciate how hand-y you've both been, but I really can take care of myself! Please, excuse me!

[Eh? Eh? Dad joke, yes, can he go? ... No, apparently not.]

II. local old man fails quiz

[All Might does, in fact, dutifully attend the orientation setting because he's told he has to, and that's... uh, that's it. It's in the rules, yes?? So he goes, and it's absolutely dreadful and a little awkward, and then he's handed a quiz and he completely blanks.

When was the last time he took a quiz? He can't even fill out simple paperwork without struggling, and the scrutiny of the staff only makes it worse... Truly, he is suffering. He gets up three times to ask to sharpen his pencil despite having written nothing down, until an impatient staff members breaks from that over-corrected friendliness to snap at him and give him a pen. It's a whole display-- the staff member, annoyed that he won't sit back down, and All Might, towering over them, sheepish and tripping over some kind of apology.

God, it's just a quiz, this shouldn't be so hard. When he's finally bullied back to his seat (which he is too tall for, to add insult to petty injury), he spends a solid two minutes tapping the back end of his pen on his desk. It's probably annoying.]

III. bad slumber party

[Boy, who doesn't want to sleep in a pile of strangers: this guy!! He will literally roll himself into a corner if he truly must, or try to make a daring escape in the middle of the night, ruined by loud coughing. Goddamn it.

That's the prompt: loud coughing when you're trying to sleep. Sorry.]

bangr. sigh

bangr

ALL MIGHT | ?

delete

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[He's old and this was a mistake. Yes he did put in that name and non-age himself, what of it.]

BANGR ; ( UN: MIDNIGHT )

[somnambulistic]

_{[ GUESS WHO time to harass the OLD MAN.... ]}
Looks like some of your profile isn't completely filled out. Need help with that?
_{[ lmao shut up nemuri you hate it when people call you old too.. ]}

shinsou hitoshi | bnha

[villainlike]

[ a - say aloe ]

Hey. Hey- Hey!

[if you turn around while dodging some of the coitendrils you might notice the very haphazrd upside-down boy caught up in some of the plant-like tentacles. he looks extremely annoyed, and maybe just a little flustered at some of the tendrils wrapped around his torso under his shirt, as he tries to wriggle free of their grasp.]

I could use a little help here.

[ b - welcome to zhautas ]

[under the best conditions shinsou suffers from insomnia that leaves him with more or less a few hours of sleep a night. under these conditions there's absolutely no way he can sleep at all.

when the last security check leaves hitoshi moves to leave, stepping around sleeping bodies and pushed together mattresses. he doesn't want to wake anyone else, but just lying here and waiting for the next day to start isn't ideal for him either. he'd much rather spend this time exploring or... or literally anything else.]

[ c - bangr ]

bangr

Shinsou Hitoshi | 16

I'd rather get a tooth pulled.

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C;

[benstein]

I'm going to petition Principal Nezu for a course on contract reading when we return home.

Jyushimatsu Matsuno | Osomatsu-san

[yakyuuman]

SAY ALOE

GARDENS [2]

[ Well, this sure is a thing that's happening. Jyushimatsu barely paid attention a few sentence those people told him, mostly the fact that his sparkly gag anime world will probably die if he doesn't work in this shady space alien whatever business. Mind you, he doesn't really mind going through this job if there's a good income and the story is legit true. He may be a useless NEET only set up for a sad and disastrous future, but if he becomes a sort of hero then the reputation of his family will increase and the Matsuno curse will lift! That's a pretty great thing to think about! It easily skyrockets Jyushimatsu's spirits.

As he steps into the gardens, the fifth born gazes in admiration at the beautiful view in front of him. Instinct tells him that he should pluck a flower and inhale its scent like the vacuum he is, but his attention is soon dragged out by the people also wandering the place. He not so subtly marches up to the closest person and, for some reason, he doesn't feel that mild anxiety he gets when he talks with someone new. His smile is wide, jaw relaxed and hanging. Hopefully they're not put off by how BIG his mouth is. ]

It's really pretty around here, huh? Too bad there's not much room to play baseball!


GARDENS [3]

[ He sure heard about people hugging plants... but never about plants actually hugging people.

Okay, so maybe actually prancing around the place and accidentally stepping on some flowers was a very, very bad idea, and Space Mother Nature probably got pissed at him like "BITCH the fuck are you doing to my babies".

Jyushimatsu suddenly feels tight. Unbearably so. Because these vines have started wrapping themselves all around him and the more he struggles, the more plants cover him up, restraining his movements. Despite how he could easily rip them away, he finds himself unable to for some reason. Ugh, what an annoying opponent! He could use some help right now. Please? Jyushimatsu struggles as he tries to call for the person who hopefully passes by. ]

HEY! Do you happen to have scissors? A flamethrower? I dunno, anything that makes these things stop squeezing me so much? I could use some help!

[ He chuckles in an attempt to lighten the awkward atmosphere, but he really is panicking on the inside ]

WELCOME TO ZHAUTAS!

SLEEPOVER [3.1]

[ After spending most of the day and night basically flailing like an idiot and weirding people out with his gag anime physics, Jyushimatsu has conked out, finally drained from energies. He feels restless though, because this is not the futon he used to sleep on for the past 22 years together with his brothers. His troubled expression says everything about how bothered he is about this situation he willingly got himself into. He misses his home already, and the warmth of his futon. Even though he fought a lot with his brothers, he still loved being with them so badly, and realizes how much of a mistake it was to accept this whole situation without taking into account the fact he may not see his family for a while.

Someone may hear him sniffle, wrapped up in blankets like a cocoon. Investigate maybe? ]


SLEEPOVER [3.2]

[ Jyushimatsu eventually does fall asleep, but there's a twist.

He snores like a broken motorboat, for one. And he kicks. Hard.

Whoever is unfortunate enough to sleep next to him should probably tell him to knock it off. ]

BANGR

bangr

JYUSHIMATSU | 22

WAKE-UP SECROSS SOUNDS VERY INTERESTING I WANNA TRY IT OUT
ALSO HOW DO YOU TURN OFF CAPSLOCK

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WILDCARD

[ If there's anything else you'd like to do with Jyushi, you can plot with me over at gaiamemories and we'll work something out! ]

( bangr | un: nikukyuu )

[suffuring]

even through text you're too loud

pelan stormshadow (pathfinder homebrew oc)

[congenital]

SAY ALOE - 2

[ The lights grow dim, and the tell-tale thud of feet and elbows bumping around where they don't belong cues Pelan in that maybe people aren't suited to this. She reaches her hand out to steady someone near her.

Hopefully they won't read this as a come-on. She's not opposed, per se — they all know why they're here — but she doesn't especially want to deal with it right this moment while they're still figuring out the facility. ]

I can see fine. [ Dhampir eyes help with that. She nods her head without considering that her companion can't quite see the gesture. A moment later, she recalls and verbalizes it instead — ] Come on. I think we're almost there.

BANGR

bangr

Pelan Stormshadow | 120

I prefer to be straight to the point. We all know why we're here.

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[theriomorphism]

✓

I don't normally quibble about age, but... 120?

alisaie leveilleur / final fantasy xiv

[adelphoi]

i: sᴀʏ ᴀʟᴏᴇ: ɪʟʟᴜᴍɪɴᴀᴛɪɴɢ;

[ well, if she is going to be committed to this off-world life, surrounded by the wonders of the universe, she might as well indulge in them. alisaie has ever been a powerfully curious girl, and while she might already ache for home she's nevertheless quite excited by the prospects of an entirely new world.

hydaelyn is not without its beauty, and alisaie has seen so many wondrous landscapes and incredible sights, but that does not make the gentle glow of the foliage, the shimmering leaves and iridescent flowers, any less extraordinary. awed and astonished, she stops in the darkness to consider them, taking several long moments to simply sweep her gaze over the landscape before she speaks, breathless with wonder. ]

It's beautiful..

ɪɪ: ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴢʜᴀᴜᴛᴀs: sʟᴇᴇᴘ ɪɴᴛᴇʀʀᴜᴘᴛᴇᴅ;

[ all right, this isn't exactly how she had expected to spend her time here. alisaie has slept plenty of nights on the road, on hard ground or in crowded inns, but communal sleeping is still not terribly high on her comfort list.

she will endure it, of course, because it's better than any alternative, but it nevertheless takes her quite a bit of time to fall asleep. there are people everywhere!! she's chosen a spot off to the side, the quietest, dimmest space she could find, but nonetheless she is still hemmed in by neighbors, surrounded by hushed voices and the sound of the film, and kept awake by the simple knowledge that she's more or less sleeping in a commune of strangers. alas.

anyway, she does eventually doze, but her sleep is restless and light and.. active. she's a tosser-turner even under normal circumstances, but finicky and twitchy as she is tonight, well - sorry if she smacks you right in the face, friend, or gives you a good, if involuntary, kick. she might be small, but wow, she's surprisingly strong.. ]

ɪɪɪ: ʙᴀɴɢʀ;

bangr

ALISAIE LEVEILLEUR | 18

In the morning, if I must choose, but sleep is by far the preferable option..

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ɪᴠ: ᴡɪʟᴅᴄᴀʀᴅ;

[ not feeling any of the above prompts? hit me with one of your own, i'm easy!! ♥ ]

1

[astralera]

[ It has been over a year since Era last saw either of the Leveilleur twins. Far too long, in her opinion, but it was preferable to Alphinaud or Alisaie being imprisoned in another world. She recognizes Alisaie's form immediately from a distance though Era approaches with a hesitance that is unlike her.

More than aware that the chances are incredibly high that this Alisaie is not her Alisaie, Era will continue with the assumption that they are naught but strangers. ]

It is, though please have care not to get too close or breathe too deeply. I have seen none of their ilk on Hydaelyn.

[ She offers a pleasant smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes, though is no less sincere for it. Normally this would be where she introduces herself, but she can't bring herself to do so just yet. ]

Midare Toushirou | Touken Ranbu

[kisekae]

[ i - meadows of heaven ]

Uwaaa~! It's so beautiful!

-Of course he'd bumped into a few folks in the vermillion hallway, intentional or otherwise, but once he was out in the garden he was practically bounding his way to see the various flora that populated the region, dashing here and there and taking in the wonderful sights and especially scents of all that surrounded him. The garden back at the citadel was certainly beautiful, to be sure, but nothing like this. His face was brightened not just by the soft glow of the blossoming bounty, but a smile that seemed to radiate a light of its own, unable to be swept away even by a slight stumble, this time definitely unintentional, into the Nykt Blossom patch.

The pollen clouded up around him, causing a small, if cute, sneezing fit and an embarrassed laugh. Dusting himself off and trying to pat the pollen out of his hair, he couldn't help noticing...-

Wow... this pollen smells particularly amazing! You could make an irresistible perfume from this, probably... -Parden him just kind of... heavily sniffing his own hair, his face starting to become flushed.- Wow...

[ ii - grow a little wiser ]

-The staff had managed to wrangle him into the seminar, but damn if he hadn't slept through most of it. And now it was quiz time, leaving him completely out his element. The boredom was killer, but this? This was cruel and unusual punishment. It was going to destroy him, shatter him, for sure. His life was flashing before his eyes, and the cold sweat he'd broken into was so far from his usual disposition one might wonder if this was a panic attack or something.

Swallowing, still sweating, Midare slowly turned to the person sitting next to him. He had no words to share, with a shaky attempt at a smile sort of crawling its way onto his face in the same way a crack slowly crawls across pavement. His eyes were unfocused and dizzy. The hand holding his pen shook. His legs shook. Everything about him was screaming, wordlessly to this person sitting next to him:

Help me.-

[ iii - no rest for the wicked ]

-Midare considered himself a creature of chaos, and honestly kind of enjoyed all of the malfunctions that had been going on that lead the newcomers to this moment, but he at least understood the need to house them somewhere that wasn't, well, dangerous. And plus there was something nostalgic about being crammed into a room with a bunch of other people, trying to all get along and get some rest...

Perhaps it was that nostalgia that kept sleep from coming easily to him. He sat himself up in his little pile of blankets, staring off into a sort of nothing distance, letting out a small, almost wistful sigh. Despite how familiar the situation was, not a one of the faces around him could have the same said about them. That fact alone made him far more keenly aware just how far away from home he really was. He'd taken on this mission willingly, but even so...-

I wonder how Ichi-nii and the others are doing... -He hummed, trying to keep his voice low, but considering how close everyone was, it was unlikely that *no* one heard it.-

[ iv - bangr ]

bangr

MIDARE TOUSHIROU | 760~

Do you like wake-up sex or staying up all night?

Oh! Oh this is hard to choose from, isn't it? I guess there's something romantic about the former, but you can create more havoc with the latter... Which I guess makes my answer obvious, doesn't it~?

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Rogue | Marvel 616 | ota

[backwaterbelle]

i | say aloe

[Rogue has visited alien planets before, but the sight of the planet's fauna stops her in her tracks. Standing in awe, she lets out a low whistle of appreciation, reaching out to touch a glowing leaf before hesitating and pulling her gloved hand back.

She may not have a spidey sense, but she's very much on her guard.]

Does anyone know if they're poisonous or somethin' equally as delightful?

ii | welcome to zhautas

[Her patience has long since topped out with the poorly organized bureaucratic doldrums they were forced to sit through, so when the idea of having a giant, group sleepover has furthered in putting the mutant in quite the mood. Perhaps this was a way to calm down the lot of them given the seriousness of the situation, but as Avengers leadership, Rogue believes they're doing a mighty piss poor job of handling things. She has half a mind to rip a door off it's hinges and find some solace to develop a plan unhindered, but that would involve outing herself as something more than human. Never mind she's in her uniform, sticking out like a sore thumb.

She manages to snag a corner for herself, but she's still too close for comfort to her neighbors. Instead of sleeping, she sits with her back against the wall, appearing as though she's observing the movie at times, but those with a keen eye or who pay attention will see her inventorying and watching the other 'volunteers.'

Though without regard to the time of night, when she catches sight of someone she thinks she recognizes (say, another Avenger), Rogue maneuvers her way through the sprinkling of people. Without using her flight, it's an awkward process, and she steps on several people. Hopefully she won't trip.]

iii | bangr

bangr

Rogue| Mind your business.

Are you kidding me? Know your audience ROSIE.

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i

[rk800connor]

I'm unfamiliar with this species, but allow me.

[He promptly plucked a leaf lose and licked it without hesitation, pausing thoughtfully as he processed the plant.]

It doesn't contain any toxins that would be considered poisonous or dangerous to humans. It does, however, contain very high levels of oxytocin, a hormone produced by humans. It encourages prosocial behaviors, such as facilitating trust, empathy and attachment between individuals.

Chell | Portal

[aperturesubject0001]

ORIENTATION: THE QUIZ

[ Chell tried to listen to the orientation. She did! For ... at least fifteen minutes! But it just kept going, and going, and those people over there tried to sneak out, and she's so bored, and--

There's a quiz.

Chell spent a couple minutes just staring at the quiz. What are these, essay questions? About the planet they haven't even set foot on? Are they serious?

So now she's bent over the paper with an expression of furious determination, scribbling answers. Some in English, but several of them, apparently, in binary code. Occasionally she looks up at the other volunteers around her, as if to say Do you BELIEVE this? ]

SLEEPOVER: THE INSOMNIA

[ There are just way too many people in here. After lying stiffly in the middle of the room for a while, surrounded by other sleeping forms, the blanket itching and the pillow lumpy in the all the wrong places--

Chell sits up abruptly, dumps the blanket on the floor, and starts picking her way towards the edge of the room with the intent to investigate the exits. She kicks someone's shoulder in her hurry to get out, but doesn't stop to see if she woke them up.

At the door, she starts examining the latch and lock mechanisms, tapping her fingers on her thigh as she thinks. ]


NETWORK/BANGR

bangr

CHELL

I don't sleep very much?

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THE WILDCARD

[ Got a scenario in mind? Bring it on! ]

Sleepover

[blindninja]

[Even though he has his own room, he has trouble sleeping too. He didn't mean to come here to the common area for the new volunteers to interrupt anyone else's sleep - he wasn't expecting anyone else to be awake, to be honest. But when he hears her shuffling about, all the metal clanging noisily inside his head as she finds her way around the door, he lowers his head for a moment before he reaches out with his free hand to find the nearest table. He leaves his untouched cup of coffee on the edge of the table before slowly starting to walk away.]

Cu Chulainn (Caster) | Fate/Grand Order | OTA

[wickerman]

Gardens

Finally, some greenery. If anything, Cu was missing the scenery from back home -- not to mention the solitude, but that couldn't be helped right now. Instead of being reasonable about things, he chose to ignore warnings and sit amongst the flora. Nothing was the right color, but it was nicer than the cold metallic surroundings. A sniff of the flowers and he started to feel more personable. He rested his staff on the ground in front of him and leaned back against the tree. Much nicer...might be better if he had someone to share the moment with, he thought.

Scary Stories

Cu sat crosslegged with his hood covering his face. The only source of illumination was the faint orange glow the runes carved into his staff, casting an eerie glow on his face.

"This is an old story, one I loved as a kid even if it scared me so bad I couldn't sleep.

One gray misty morning in Ulster, a warrior named Cian set out in search of his rival. It was a fated duel, one of the men was sure to die. His family begged him to stay, not to throw his life away on something as meaningless as a lover's quarrel, but he paid them no mind. His pride was at stake and that meant more to him. He was also sure he'd be the victor. He took only his sword, sure he wouldn't need more than that.

As he made his way to the meeting place, the sky darkened, a storm sure to follow. The terrain got rougher, the once cocksure Cian now scared to continue. This was unfamiliar territory to both men, after all. A crack of lightning forced his feet to run...The next sound he heard was far worse than that.

A woman in a ragged green dress, dirty grey hair, and a twisted face stood before him. He tried to call out to her, but it was drowned out by the worst sound he'd heard...A scream like no other. The banshee. He knew that scream, it signaled death. Had his rival died? Cian didn't know, all he knew is that he was running. He ran until he felt himself sink up to his waist. Bogs are nasty like that. The banshee followed him, unaffected by the soggy ground. He struggled to get away, sinking up to his neck. The banshee leaned in, inches from his face..."

Cu let out an earsplitting shriek.

"...And that was what his family heard back home. Two warriors set out and neither would return."

Bangr

bangr

Caster | Hell if I know

Do you like wake-up sex or staying up all night?

Depends on what the morning or night is like. Sometimes all night turns into wake-up sex, too. It's all good, you know?

✓	✕
YES <span style="font-family: times; font-size:40px; color:#33cc33;">✓</span>	NO <span style="font-family: times; font-size:40px; color:#CC0000;">✕</span>

Scary Stories

[aperturesubject0001]

[ One of his audience has been listening with evident curiosity, her arms wrapped loosely around her knees -- but when he shrieks, she winces and puts her fingers in her ears. Come on, man, people don't need to get deafened on their first night here, right? ]

Noctis Lucis Caelum | Final Fantasy XV | OTA

[brotrips]

Gardens - 2

(Perhaps he should have been more impressed by the beauty of the garden before him, but Noctis was raised with more wealth than anyone would need. The glow of the flowers does catch his eye, but it reminds him of time spent in flower fields with Luna. It's more than he expected to find here.

But as he walks through the garden and tries to acclimate to his temporary home, Noctis begins to feel a bit less gloomy. Gone is the hesitance and doubt. Happiness isn't a replacement, but he finds himself wanting to talk, as unusual as that may be. His friendships run deep, but he rarely strikes up conversations without a reason. Instead, they come naturally.

Now, it doesn't matter if he's alone. The words spill from his mouth before he can really examine the anomaly.)

It's pretty nice up here, huh? (Despite himself, Noctis doesn't trust anything enough to touch it.) I kind of expected a lot of white, test tubs, and needles. (Without pausing, he frowns.) Yeah, this is better.

Gardens - 3

(Any charm he finds in the garden is gone. Noctis swipes at the first vine, assuming the sensation is an insect landing on his leg until he feels it crawl. Another swipe comes before his dark eyes glance down and see the tendril slithering between beneath his pants.)

Hey! What the hell?!

(The weapon appears in his hands, but before he can swing, another vine slithers over his shoulder. Nearly jumping, Noctis throws the sword at the ground in front of him before disappearing in a flash of blue, pixelated light. As soon as he lands, more tendrils travel his way.)

This is not what I signed up for.

Bangr

bangr

Noctis Lucis Caelum | 20

** I don't like being woken up too early **

✓	✕
YES <span style="font-family: times; font-size:40px; color:#33cc33;">✓</span>	NO <span style="font-family: times; font-size:40px; color:#CC0000;">✕</span>

Wildcard

(ooc | I'm fine with whatever you want to tag in with. Met him around? That's cool. Want to know him in orientation? That's cool too. I can be contacted at wrinklesintimes for plotting)

A Wild best friend appears

[plebetography]

Gardens (2):

[ Prompto, by now, is hardly a stranger to this place. After living here for a month, he thinks he’s seen just about everything. Even if he knows deep down that he hasn’t. Much as this was his choice, he still has a lot to learn in terms of preparation, and he’s not quite sure if this is the best month of his life.

Okay, no. It’s not. It’s been rather terrible minus the fact that he’s learned a bit more about Ignis as a person and he hasn’t been 100% alone in this choice. But there are plenty of fears, plenty of doubts, and even if he’s completley terrified of their prime directive here? He has zero regrets. Because he had Eos in mind. He had his best friend in mind. This was all for his county and king, after all.

Ah, but he did it so Noctis wouldn’t have to. He did it so Iggy wouldn’t either, but Ignis is here. Has been since the beginning.

It’s not entirely out of the question that more odd plants have been introduced to the sexual fray. Prompto isn’t stupid; he literally makes a bet with R.O.S.I.E. as he walks his way through the hall, patting his chest to garner her attention. ”Don’t tell me. They’re plants that make us horny.”, but he’s only half right. Not that he totally knows yet. And here he is, being as foolish as he was with the plants that made sandsharks fuck themselves raw and taking pictures of them anyway. Except this time they aren’t behind glass.

He hears someone talking, and he responds, seemingly excited about all this within an instant. But when isn’t Prompto excited? ]

I know. I’m trying to figure out which is prettier, this or the bioluminescent bea—

[ Wait. That voice is familiar. Prompto lowers his camera and quickly whirls around to see... ]

Noct!

fenris | dragon age

[lethen]

say aloe

[Clothed in his full set of spiky armor and weapon on his back, Fenris is an intimidating sight. The vibrantly colored vegetation casts bright hues across gleaming silver. He'd followed that little green line all the way, trepidation heightening as the light had begun to fade -- however time seems to work here, he's no longer in the brightly lit corridors of the place where he woke, but it doesn't feel like day has turned to night.

The field of glowing flowers is beautiful, Fenris thinks privately, beyond anything he's seen in his life. It's not a sentiment he'll say aloud.

Wandering for some time, he begins to feel... strange. Light-headed, though not dangerously so. When he turns and finds the silhouette of someone in the shadows, he's compelled to approach.]

Are you here to admire the view?

[Does he sound playful? It's not your imagination.]

orientation

[After gritting his teeth through the tedium of the seminar, Fenris is handed a piece of paper. He takes it in one gauntleted hand, metal claws tearing an immediate hole through one flimsy corner. Brows drawn together in a frustrated wrinkle, he directs a glare down at the paper. He can't decipher the text at all.

Aware of the time limit with a mounting flare of anger, Fenris approaches the nearest individual and thrusts the paper at them. It hangs off the tip of one pointed claw.]

You, tell me what this missive says. Quickly.

sleepover

[Fenris doesn't sleep. Completely dressed, he sits upright in a corner. Not that it's difficult to remain awake and watchful with the level of noise in the room: an inexplicable whirring from somewhere further away; noisy snoring from at least two other slumbering bodies on the floor; and the haunting avenue of his thoughts in the dark, meanwhile, as the night drags on.

At some point, he decides to stand and cross the room. He's not particularly careful about it, so if he happens to crush fingers or toes underneath the heel of his bare foot, then so be it.]

bangr

bangr

Fenris | why?

I don't have a preference.

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Sombra | Overwatch

[infiltrar]

➀ ALOE

[The dark outline of a figure can be seen in the distance-- or really, the outlines of her clothing, bright neon pinks and purples, but then before you know it, within the blink of an eye the figure seems to digitize then disappear The moment they begin to speak.]

I don't know what it is, but something about the color scheme here just speaks to me.

[Only to reappear somewhere nearby, either a few feet closer away from you, right behind you or directly in front of you. There's a casual wave, a wiggle of her fingers.]

Entiendes?

➁ MOVIE

[What a terrible way to greet your guests, giving them shoddy accommodations like this. At least there's a good film to watch, and while Sombra would have been very tempted to mess around with the film and pull up some cheesy romcom or some tacky softcore porno, this can actually satisfy her just fine. Guillermo del Toro makes some great movies after all.

Without caring to whether or not anyone's giving her attention, immediately, she speaks up to whoever is around her.]

Sooo do you think she and the fish guy are going to fuck? [She plops a peanut into her mouth.]

➂ PUPPETS

[Shadow puppets? You're joking, right? She makes her own puppets. Which is probably cheating but no one said there were rules to this.]

➃ BANGR

bangr

SOMBRA | ░░

Let's play a better game. Answer these questions and you get a prize.

1) What’s long and hard and has cum in it?
2) What four-letter word that begins with “f” and ends with “k,” and if you can’t get it you can always just use your hands?
3) I go in hard but come out soft, and I never mind if you want to blow me. What am I?
4) What’s messy and can be really annoying and tricky to clean up after sex?

✓	✕
YES <span style="font-family: times; font-size:40px; color:#33cc33;">✓</span>	NO <span style="font-family: times; font-size:40px; color:#CC0000;">✕</span>

BANGR ; UN: PUPPETFAN69

[puppetfetish]

✓

tryna make us all think dirty huh.
answers would be too easy so i feel like theres a catch.

Dean Winchester | Supernatual | OTA *(but see note)

[keepfightin]

Skipping Class

(He's way too old for school. At 34, Dean Winchester has left the life of books and studying behind, though he hadn't ever really embraced them in the first place. The difference was that in high school, they didn't send out sentries. At some point, Dean's really beginning to wonder if waiting around corners for the guards to turn their backs is more interesting than class.

Nah, it has to be.

Then, suddenly, he rounds the corner and finds someone who couldn't stand the classroom either.

He hopes.)

Please tell me you're not one of them. If you're here to take me to class, I'm excused. Got a note from my doctor, just left it my room.

Test

(Well, damn it to hell in a handbasket, he's in class anyway. The guards were too much, and he'd been promised that class was nearly over. What they hadn't mentioned was the test at the end. Dean isn't nearly as dumb as some would like to believe, but he's been more of a practical learner, and he was absent for three-quarters of the class. Now, the timer ticks by, the annoying sound grating in Dean's ear.

So, mayyyybe he will lean over and look at the test of the person on his left or right, depending on which of them seems the more confident.)

Bangr

bangr

Dean Winchester | 34

Who says you have to choose? Don't stop the fun until you both fall asleep. First one up does the honors.

✓	✕
YES <span style="font-family: times; font-size:40px; color:#33cc33;">✓</span>	NO <span style="font-family: times; font-size:40px; color:#CC0000;">✕</span>

Wildcard

(ooc | I'm fine with whatever you want to tag in with. Met him around? That's cool. Want to know him in orientation? That's cool too. I can be contacted at wrinklesintimes for plotting

*Note about orientation: Dean openly adores females, but he shows signs of bisexuality with males he feels emotionally close to even if he's yet to admit it. I plan on steering him in the direction of bisexuality given the chance to do so so even if your character is male, please feel free to tag in.)

[assholic]

✓

[That's it. That's all he gets. A single checkmark. She's concise like that.]

bangr

[conjobs]

✓

You're my kind of gal. Come find me in room 16 and I'll show you a good time.

arthur // inception

[pointedlook]

a. say aloe
[ To say that he's a little dazed would be an understatement. Which is honestly a lot, since he's grown used to waking from dreams that felt like reality. Years of using somnacin, of pulling job after job in dreamshare. And yet, he's woken up here feeling like his head is full of cobwebs and not much else. Everything aches a little bit, a sure side effect from disuse.

Still, Arthur's never been one to sit around idly. Not that he would be given the chance here, considering. He gets up and starts to look around, following the pathway of little green lights that indicated the way to the garden. On the way there, a member of the staff greets him. And then proceeds to badger him, politely, the entire way. Asking if he feels ok, if he needs anything (no), and oh is he absolutely certain (holy crap yes).

It hasn't even been that long but he's at his limit of being able to deal. Maybe when he hasn't just woken up from an intergalactic nap he'll have more patience. In a slightly desperate bid to maybe get away, he calls out to whoever is closest that doesn't look like they're another member of the staff. ]

Hey, heading to the garden?

[ Blessedly, the rattling on of staff inquiries comes to a halt in that moment. Maybe he's onto something. ]


b. welcome to zhautas

[ One thing he's learned over the course of time is that if something is going to go wrong, it will. Especially when large groups of people are involved. He usually made a conscious decision to keep his dreamshare teams small if he could help it, because then it started to become a logistical nightmare.

Such as the one they seem to be experiencing once they're on planet.

Figures it would be something to do with their quarters. He tries not to be too irritated, having been looking forward to the bliss of relative peace and quiet after the chaos of orientation.

When R.O.S.I.E finally manages to usher the lot of them to their temporary quarters, he figures that he's honestly slept in worse conditions. There's even mattresses. That look clean.

(Okay maybe there had been a mattress, or a poor excuse for one, in that awful hostel in Hungary. It'd been mostly springs and his back hasn't been the same since).

Intent on getting non-induced sleep, or some semblance of it, Arthur ducks away from the crowd as soon as he's able and inelegantly flops onto one of the made up mattresses. ]

Silver lining, they picked a decent movie at least.

[ Not that he thinks he'll make it through it before nodding off. ]


c. bangr (oh hey grindr what up? or wait is this tinder)

bangr

Arthur | 26

If you found out you were dreaming, would you want to wake up?

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d. wildcard
[ got another idea? want to save him from tentacle plants instead? or maybe start a pillow fight? go for it! feel free to PM pointedlook or find me on plurk vaulkner ]

b

[assholic]

[Fortunately, or probably unfortunately for him, the mattress that Arthur had flopped down on happened to be by the one Jessica had dragged closer to the corner. The corner she'd dragged herself to in an attempt not to watch with the others, because hey, group activities were for suckers. And she preferred to enjoy her movies from the peace of a rooftop -- like any sane person.

She had a bottle of whiskey she was nursing, working on getting enough of a buzz that she could get to sleep, but she looked over when he spoke, because she thought it was directed at her.]

Yeah, that's the silver lining. I'm surprised it's not X-rated Disney.

[She looked over at the screen and the people fixated on it.]

Strike that. It is X-rated Disney.