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Zhautas ([personal profile] zhautasmods) wrote in [community profile] sexyspace2018-06-25 07:10 am
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TEST DRIVE MEME #2

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
NO


BANGR CODE
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A trashfire | Hunter x Hunter | OTA

[personal profile] flimsylies 2018-06-24 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
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
NO

Karkat Vantas | MSPA: Homestuck

[personal profile] crabinthebucket 2018-06-25 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
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!
Edited 2018-06-25 00:40 (UTC)
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bangr

[personal profile] surecast 2018-06-25 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
What's a frond nub?

[personal profile] crabinthebucket 2018-06-25 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
THAT DEPENDS.
WHAT PLANET ARE YOU FROM?
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[personal profile] surecast 2018-06-25 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ well, he's already been helpfully informed by a staff member that "planet" is a word others use to mean "star" or "world", so...! ]

It's called Hydaelyn!
What about you?
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III

[personal profile] zunge 2018-06-25 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
It's a sad day in the facility when Noiz has to willingly sleep in a large room with a bunch of other people due to his room being too intolerable. Half the time it's locked. The other half the time the door keeps opening and shutting over and over repeatedly, like the worst road construction that won't go away.

Of course he's going to take advantage of sleeping somewhere a bit more promising, people or no people.

As luck would have it, the screech shakes him out of his sleep easily. Grumpily he shifts from side onto his back just in time to feel someone stumble and fall onto him. Noiz practically snarls as he attempts to curl into a sitting position (with or without success, it's hard to say) and knee the offender. "The hell do you think you're doing," he growls.
Edited 2018-06-25 01:13 (UTC)

[personal profile] crabinthebucket 2018-06-25 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ Hydaelyn. There are a lot of surprising firsts happening lately, and maybe Karkat's just finding that whole being surprised thing to be getting stale. And maybe a little more to do with the fact this guy isn't pressing him about the whole experiment thing. ]

...HUH. NEVER HEARD OF IT.
DO YOU HAVE ORGANIC, ROUGHLY CYLINDRICAL STRUCTURES THAT IMPREGNATE THE GROUND WITH A NETWORK OF NUTRIENT-SUCKING FRONDS AND SPROUT LEAVES, OTHERWISE KNOWN AS EARTH TREES?
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Shouto Todoroki | My Hero Academia

[personal profile] freezeflame 2018-06-25 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
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
NO


[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 [plurk.com profile] lovebakery for plotting!]
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[personal profile] surecast 2018-06-25 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ really, robyn is just too curious for his own good. maybe later in the conversation he'll think to go back and read over his initial message more carefully, or maybe it won't occur to him until afterwards, or maybe it won't occur to him at all. anyway... ]

We have trees that grow in the earth, yes! Is that what you meant?
I'm still not sure what you mean by "nub" though...

[personal profile] crabinthebucket 2018-06-25 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
The stranger isn't even fully awake yet, with a thinkpan full of blood and fire, of molten earth turning bones and chitin to charcoal, of oily horrors slithering in the fathomless dark. All he feels is something connect with his side and he reaches out blindly, grasps for a fistful of something.

Hair, clothes, someone's blanket, whatever.

Gives whatever it is a shake and shoves it away so that he can flatten his back against something cold and solid. It's a wall. His sniffnodes are full of unfamiliar smells, but a recent memory tugs away the veil of sleep, a little.

It's.

His heels shove at his ganderbulbs, and Karkat looks again.

He's human.

"Did you just kick me?"

[personal profile] crabinthebucket 2018-06-25 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
I'M SURE SOME DROOLING, LOBOTOMIZED TOOL COULD ARGUE SEMANTICS ALL DAY, BUT I'M NOT HERE TO EDUCATE ANYONE ON ALTERNIAN VERNACULAR.
WHAT I MEANT WAS A TREE. BRAYING UP THE WRONG TREE.


[ Barking. ]
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bro strider | mspa: homestuck

[personal profile] puppetfetish 2018-06-25 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
GARDENS [2.] ==>
[ 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. ]


What.
ORIENTATION [3.] ==>
[ 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: ]


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
NO

Edited 2018-06-25 01:33 (UTC)
surecast: (🐤 04)

[personal profile] surecast 2018-06-25 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, I see! [ he's trying to, anyway. ]

Is that the name of your planet? Alternia?

[personal profile] crabinthebucket 2018-06-25 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
NO.
I MEAN. IT WAS. NOW IT'S EARTH C.


[ It's nothing definite, but maybe since Hyda-whatever-the-fuck doesn't ring any dong shouters, maybe it was one of the worlds that wasn't subjugated by what was once his home? ]
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robyn lanner (warrior of light oc) || ffxiv || ota!

[personal profile] surecast 2018-06-25 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
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.

YES
NO
puppetfetish: (( 75. ))

says aloe there...

[personal profile] puppetfetish 2018-06-25 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ 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.. ]
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Shouta Aizawa | Anime Sky High

[personal profile] benstein 2018-06-25 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
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.

YES
NO
Edited 2018-06-25 02:00 (UTC)
zunge: (for I toss and turn)

[personal profile] zunge 2018-06-25 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
A troll hand fists itself into Noiz's hair, what little he can grab of it. It tugs at his roots. Though it doesn't hurt, he can't help but let out a huff off annoyance. He was trying to sleep, damn you! The subsequent shake and shove are much more jarring, though, and once the weight is off of him he groans in an attempt to move off the mattress entirely and out of the way of this asshole.

The darkness of the room doesn't help.

Now half-seated and sort of upright, Noiz glares at the offending person who clearly has... horns?

"Yeah. Too bad it didn't get you in the bulge."

Having previously diddled around with an Alternian troll several weeks back, Noiz is well aware of what trolls call their junk. This guy's probably a troll too. It's a little hard to tell but he's guessing based on the presence of horns and those sharp teeth.
somnambulistic: (( 1. ))

BANGR ; ( UN: MIDNIGHT )

[personal profile] somnambulistic 2018-06-25 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
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. ]
freezeflame: (how the airplane flying overhead)

[personal profile] freezeflame 2018-06-25 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
[well, a lot of people could take the username Midnight, right? maybe it's not even the UA teacher! Shouto will be careful]

I figured finding more heroes would be the safest thing to do right now.
somnambulistic: (( 8. ))

BANGR ; ( UN: MIDNIGHT )

[personal profile] somnambulistic 2018-06-25 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ 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.
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un: eraserhead

[personal profile] benstein 2018-06-25 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
What are you doing here?

I meant to write the heels of his palms but fuck words ig

[personal profile] crabinthebucket 2018-06-25 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
He's ready to say something the moment this nook-diddling bulgerot says something, but to hear familiar terminology uttered by someone he can't identify as someone who fraternizes with trolls is why his mouth twists without getting anything out right away.

Fortunately for Noiz, Karkat is Earth years past reading too much subtext out of dismissive, platonic disregard.

"Not utterly hopeless, for a human," he grumbles, glancing down at - and ultimately shaking off a strand or two of pale hair from between his gray fingers. The instinct to push back instead of roll over will serve the rest of his kind well to get through their porous cranial-WAIT, "Where the fuck did you hear that?!"
somnambulistic: (( 2. ))

[personal profile] somnambulistic 2018-06-25 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
No need to fear, you've got one of them right here!
And the hottest looking one too.

[ okay, no, she's a dead give away. ]

Go ahead and take a guess!