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TDM 007

content warnings for this TDM include: violence, potential death, body horror, physical transformation, loss of senses, loss of autonomy

⏵ arrival⏴



Arrival does not happen as Aurora usually plans for it. New characters are introduced to the AI, then informed of a mission that they are required to participate in before they can return to their home base of Etraya. A world called Aphaia is falling apart, and while there is nothing they can do to resolve this broken world, they can participate in the Gamerunner's Stratagem.

Their mission is simple: step through the glowing purple portal that Aurora creates once they've had time to listen to her, and survive until a similar portal reopens in front of them, allowing them to return to Etraya. The Gamerunner's Stratagem is something they have been working on building for quite some time. She informs all newcomers that they will not be present on this world that long: their exit will appear to them exactly when it's meant to, allowing them to meet the others who have been recruited to save their worlds. She provides each and every arrival with an earpiece, allowing them to communicate with the other Etrayans. Aurora suggests taking a bag full of supplies along with them, which she will fill with a few generic items as well as any specific items they may need: synthetic blood for vampires, protein bars for those who may burn through calories faster, medication for anyone who requires it.


⏵ aphaia ⏴


Aphaia is a neon-lit, chaotic planet. Cameras are everywhere, every action and inaction is judged by the 'audience'. Towering holograms advertise upcoming events while flashing leader boards track the most "popular" players. Contestants are thrown into challenges, many of which are games of skill, survival, and deception all to keep the viewers entertained. Not participating is an option! However, avoiding playing along and not putting on a show will quickly cause participants' score to go down, and scores that reach zero? Well.

Unfortunately, there are only so many resources left on Aphaia. Their wildlife has died off, their planet is falling apart, and most others in this galaxy were either destroyed from the inside out, or warring planets trying to gain control of remaining resources destroyed them to avoid others getting involved. Their natural resources are depleted, and only those who manage to keep their scores up are given the luxury of having any supplies. As soon as one steps foot on Aphaia, as soon as they breathe, they intake nanotechnology which tracks their oxygen consumption, their food, everything they do or need. As soon as their scores reach zero?

They disappear. There one moment, and completely gone the next. Their communicators go offline, and while everything they were carrying will be left behind, no one will be able to find them. They are simply--gone, erased from existence.

This is a death and counts as a death as outlined in the game FAQ! Please keep this in mind.

"Points" that go towards their total score will be assigned to contestants from the moment they drop down on planet. This will be visible using the HUD on their earpiece, and will be randomized at the beginning. For the sake of the TDM, we ask that no one be assigned Paragon initially, but you're free to use other ranks!

The possible rankings are:

100: PARAGON
99-80: LUMINARY
79-70: CHAMPION
69-50: CONTENDER
49-30: UNDERLING
30-0: SHADE

Ranks may change daily, or even hourly depending on the kind of situation one has found themselves in. Are they having a very public break up in which it comes out that they wronged their ex? They may go from a Champion to a Shade before they can even blink. Did they save a defenseless reporter from the big bad villain of the week? They may find themselves quickly elevated up to Luminary and given all the benefits that comes with being upper class. The world is their oyster, they only need to figure out how they'd like to utilize it!

Aphaia is broken up into four districts.

The Colosseum is a dynamic battle arena where combatants fight for entertainment, with shifting environments controlled by the audience. Victories earn points, while losses depend on performance.

The Symposium is a lavish social hub for top contestants, where alliances and betrayals are made under the audience’s watchful eye.

The Agora is the public center of Aphaia, where contestants engage with the audience through polls, interviews, and challenges to maintain popularity. It also houses the contestants in high-rise apartments.

And Backalleys provide hidden spaces with intentional blind spots for secret dealings, though the Gamerunner is always aware of what happens there.


⏵ st★rlight soirée ⏴


Something special is happening in the Colosseum. Lights flicker as the arena shifts, rearranging itself into a grand, glittering ballroom - if a ballroom had stadium seating, paparazzi drones, and an ever-changing floor plan designed to disorient those within it. Silver chandeliers pulse with artificial starlight, their glow refracted through the crystalline floors. Music swells, but it sounds - unnatural. It thrums through your veins, setting your blood alight with the urge to dance.

Why is the ballroom designed as if intentionally put together to throw off one's balance? Well, it's time for the Panopticon Prom, of course!

The Panopticon Prom isn't just an adventure in dancing and impressing your most recent crush. It's a test of endurance, cunning, grace, and charm. The floor beneath your feet moves as if it has a mind of it's own, shifting to the beat like a living creature all of it's own. It tilts, undulates, even vanishing in sections to keep dancers on edge. After all, it's difficult to keep up one's pace if they're falling through a hole in the floor to the foam pit below.

Drones zip through the air, catching every stumble, every misstep, and every attempt to throw off others on the dance floor. This is a competition, after all; and what fun is a dance battle without having the freedom to thwart someone else on their road to victory?

The rules are simple:
  • You must dance with a partner. This can be an ally, an enemy, or someone you intend on using as a stepping stone to victory. It matters not, as long as you have one hand (or limb) on them at all times.
  • The longer you last, the better your chances. Endurance is the name of the game, meaning one must pace themselves on the dance floor. While epic twirls and impressive moves will garner more attention, it may also hurt your chances in the long run.
  • You may sabotage others by throwing them off balance, but keep in mind: everything is televised, and it won't stay secret for long.
  • The arena adapts to the chaos. Expect sudden obstacles, environmental shifts, and sudden changes in the music's tempo. Gravity may shift, walls may close in, but participants can't let that stop them - they must continue to dance, if they wish to win.
The audience is watching. Who will make the final cut and become Prom King and Queen? Everyone is vying for the titles: it doesn't matter what rank you started at when you joined the Panopticon Prom. Whoever wins becomes a Paragon until their points drop. There aren't many opportunities to sail through the rankings, but this is a sure way to do it. As long as they can keep up.


⏵ casino royale ⏴


Out in the Agora, another popular quarterly event is being set up! The Casino Royale has been destroyed countless times, but it seems as if the Gamerunner just can't let it go - every time it gets knocked down, it gets rebuilt.

There is one rule. One must take a turn at the revolving wheel just inside the door as their entry fee, and whatever the wheel lands on, they must maintain until they exit the building for the night. Sometimes, this is easier: an effect they have no control over and cannot undo even if they wanted to. Sometimes, this is more difficult: an assigned task they must complete. Failure to abide by the wheel once means receiving a penalty. Twice? Certain death if caught by any employee.

The wheel's effects are as follows:

1 You must speak entirely in rhyme. 2 Your body has become unnaturally delicate. The smallest injury hurts like a fatal wound.
3 You must avoid stepping into any sources of light. Doing so causes massive burns to appear on any area of your skin where light has touched. 4 You have been transformed into an animal! You can still think as you had before, but you cannot speak or communicate easily.
5 You have been cursed with supernatural strength, but cannot control it. 6 Time doesn't flow normally for you anymore. Each mistake you make makes you visibly younger, slowly erasing your experiences, skills, or even memories.
7 You can no longer form your own words, but only repeat what others have said to you. 8 You cannot meet another person's gaze.
9 You can no longer turn around, physically or metaphorically. If you try to return where you came from, you'll find that the pathway no longer exists. 10 You are given a specific letter that you must avoid using out loud entirely. "A"? Better hope you know enough words without one.
11 Every time you speak, your words come true - but never in the way you intended. Trying to control this is futile; the monkey's paw curls with every new sentence. 12 Within the casino, you lose the ability to feel anything. No pain, no pleasure, no warmth, and no cold. At first it may feel like a blessing - until you realize you cannot feel hunger, or tell if you're injured.
13 Regardless of if you've drunken anything, you still act inebriated. The effect only gets worse the longer you stay. 14 No one can see you. You are invisible, even if you are still able to reach out and touch or converse with those around you.
15 Any special ability you have is gone. You are reduced down to what an average human being is capable of - regardless of if you are human. 16 Violent impulses become impossible to ignore. You are rage incarnate, and you will be heard.
17 Every time you make a decision - to walk into an area, to start a conversation, anything, a small thread pulls loose from your clothing or your skin. Keep making choices, and you may become entirely undone. 18 You may speak freely, but for every syllable you say, your ability to hear slowly fades. You may want to watch your word count - too many, and you may not be able to hear at all.
19 Perhaps you arrived with a friend, or beside a stranger. It matters not: whoever came in either just before or just after you, you feel a powerful urge to protect them to the point of aggression. 20 Love is in the air - at least it is for you. Every time you meet someone's gaze, you feel the need to try and make them fall in love with you, through whatever means necessary.


The casino is alive with the hum of conversation, the clink of glasses, and the steady whirl of the roulette wheels. Golden chandeliers cast a warm glow over velvet-lined tables, where fortunes are made and lost with the flick of a wrist. But something feels. . . off.

The dealers never blink. The cards never seem random. And the house always wins - always. Maybe it's just paranoia, or maybe this casino is something more than just a den of chance. Tonight, you're not here just to play; you're here on a mission.

You've arrived dressed to kill, blending into the sea of bodies filling the casino's floors. But you're not here to win points or boost your social standing - you're here to win intel. Somewhere in this casino is a single flash drive containing information on just how Aphaia maintains their system. The only problem? The House knows someone is coming for it. After all, they're well-aware of the game: whoever retrieves the flash drive will obtain information on how to flip the script, to change the rules of the game to fit their wants and needs, rather than following the current Gamerunner. After all, this is the Gamerunner's Stratagem that Aurora has sent them out on! Many apply for 'employment' within the Casino Royale in hopes of getting insider information on where the flash drive is hidden and what it looks like. However, it seems that even the employees have no clue where it has been hidden.

⏵ NOTES ⏴


This is an extension of our Aphaia Mission! We have included enough information in this post that catching up to current in game logs isn't necessary to play with it, but you are welcome to use any part of the Aphaia setting in your prompts as you'd like. Current players are also welcome to bring the events from this TDM into their in-game threads.

This mission can happen outside of time as needed! Incoming characters will find themselves introduced to Aphaia as they arrive. Current characters may find Aurora calling on them to visit Aphaia after the current mission for the Gamerunner's Stratagem.

Characters already in game are welcome to post to the TDM, too! Please mark them as current characters in your header. Threads can be kept as game canon as long as both characters get into the game!

Please direct all questions relating to this log to our mod queries comment! All other questions can be directed to our FAQ.

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overconfidently: overconfidently. (pic#15728267)

[personal profile] overconfidently 2025-04-21 12:10 am (UTC)(link)
( He can understand the frustration with feeling like you’re being left in the dark, but. He can’t exactly tell him the truth. Mostly because he’s not even there yet with the Scott Summers— with the Cyclops he’s come across back in the other world he’s landed himself in. The other world that might as well be his second home now.

Arms still folded there at his chest, he lets his posture relax some — lets his expression soften a little as he looks off to the side. )


I know of you.

( It’s not a lie. Just as basic as it can get without delving into anything more personal between them. At least on the surface. )

He’s a lot older than you though.
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[personal profile] sophielicious 2025-04-21 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
(Not only is he eating her brain cells with this psychic disconcertion he's throwing at her, but he's also coincidentally way too close to her physically that one of those rocks almost hits her, if not for her own telekinesis to stop it before it's too late.

She's probably not going to manage this proper, considering he could definitely overpower her if it comes to the worst of it, but no one can blame a girl for trying to calm him down.

Poorly.)


/Cripes, chill. You're okay, alright? I got you, can you please stop leaking all over the place? Pretty please with a cherry on top./
Edited 2025-04-21 00:13 (UTC)
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[personal profile] querulus 2025-04-21 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
Aaand now I'm sad. See what you did? You made your only friend sad. 

[He does not look very sad.

Quentin points at Nate decisively. He's got a Plan now. Is it a good plan? Don't worry about it.]


Okay, look, Slim Jr. I've got a sneaking suspicion introducing you to karaoke is gonna be like one of those "giving a Victorian child a Dorito" things, so we're gonna start small. I'm guessing you've never had pizza, yeah?
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[personal profile] ascendingstar 2025-04-21 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
So like the aquabus in Fontaine... sounds interesting.

[The aquabus still went both ways, but it really did sound interesting. She really needed to know more about everything before they started devising a way to get back to Teyvat.]

The tech here still seems more forward than home... you'll have to show me more of it when you can.

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[personal profile] ascendingstar 2025-04-21 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
[Rip in pieces.

She hesitates, because she knows she's going to bumble this whole thing up. Eventually, she takes his hand.]


Start slow? I'm not a good dancer.
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[personal profile] overconfidently 2025-04-21 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
( It’s still something strange to hear another’s voice alongside his own, but. It’s enough for him to latch onto amidst the sea of incessant chatter that ricochets around within his own mind, seemingly without a means to stop. He didn’t want this to happen — doesn’t want to hear and feel so many things at once to the point where he feels like it’s almost drowning within his own mind. So he latches onto her voice as if she were a life preserver and pulls himself out from the noise that slowly begins to fade into the background. )

Who are you?

( A glance up with a glowing left eye, his own telepathic voice is both hesitant and curious with just a touch of frustration to it. Understandable with all the noise, but also apprehensive to reach back out to who he’s guessing is another telepath. )
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[personal profile] overconfidently 2025-04-21 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
( The Slim Jr. comment goes over his head but is maybe for the best. The inquiry regarding pizza has him take a second to mull over before he’s eyeing Quentin there curiously. )

I don’t think so, no. Why?

( Would a planet falling apart like this one even have something like pizza? )
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[personal profile] overconfidently 2025-04-21 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
( Without much difficulty, he lifts himself up and floats there near Jay. With that more or less being an answer to the other’s question, he glances off around them then — lets his mind gently crawl along the surface of the planet in search of these apartments Jay mentioned.

A nod in a particular direction, he stares off towards it. )


There’s a city space of some kind that way. I can feel the people there.

( Thankfully it’s just feeling and not hearing them this time. )
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[personal profile] sophielicious 2025-04-21 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
(Oh, the eye, the skillset. Okay. He might be another version of Cable, which, if so, she's overconfident in her abilities to deal with it... To some degree. More him than the aforementioned skills, but alas, those are details. Maybe she can help muffle the thoughts, telepathically keep her focus on her only, and let him ground himself on the lifesaver she's throwing him.

Maybe, that is. If it works.)


/I'm one of the Stepford Cuckoos, the Five-In-One. Emma Frost's daughters./

(Maybe that helps, maybe it doesn't. A delicate hand is offered, so he can maybe take it, get his shit together, who knows.)
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[personal profile] vexant 2025-04-21 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
That sucks.

( is the least one can say about that whole thing. damn. imagine the inconvenience of missing a good half a decade on one's hivemind. julian can't relate, considering he hasn't managed to die yet. but. )

But you do have me now so it's not all shit.
Edited 2025-04-21 03:31 (UTC)
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[personal profile] overconfidently 2025-04-21 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
( He doesn’t recognize either of the names he’s given, but. He finds that happens a lot since his falling from 295 his world into 616 the one he might as well consider his second home now.

There’s a touch of apprehension there when she goes and offers her hand like she does. The last time he’d dealt with a telepath like this, it was Xavier spying on him and he’d lost his shit on the other mutant and told him to get lost. Apparently his yanking him off the astral plane as he had had made things worse in the long run of things — hello Onslaught — and so he tentatively reaches out for her hand with his, hoping he doesn’t regret this. )


I don’t know where I am. ( Again. ) I don’t know this place.

( This isn’t some other version of Earth, he means. )
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[personal profile] sophielicious 2025-04-21 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
(Teeeeeeeechnically, it was not 100% Quentin's fault that she died. It was more like, he provided the gun, Esme pulled the trigger, but that doesn't really erase the fact that she was 100% dead.

She has little nuggets of information she took from the Hivemind from when she was dead, because how could she not, but it's not everything. She had more important things to do, like actually living.)


You've been saying that, so you better do good, I got high expectations.
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[personal profile] knightowl 2025-04-21 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ It isn't necessarily that Bruce's thoughts were irrelevant. It was just a matter of keeping Crane out of his head. He wouldn't be the first to think he was going to get anything useful out of hearing Bruce's honest opinion. It's a hassle he's not interested in navigating. He's too old and cranky for it.

Besides, he's far more interested in piecing together what exactly about Crane is so off putting, aside from his demeanor and cadence in how he speaks.

He's a man who knows how to control himself; not easily rattled or picked apart. There's a handful of names that come to mind. But he's not ready to commit to one yet. ]


Is that what you think? Do you see deflection everywhere, Mr...?
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[personal profile] sophielicious 2025-04-21 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
(... Does she want to actually make it worse right now with the whole interlude of 'our world might die', speedrun through horrible facts and doom, or does she want to break it down gently and slowly, be pretty and be nice, so he doesn't panic further?

The latter ends up as her choice, so her spare hand settles on the top, sandwiching his gently, hoping that it'd be enough for him to get the hint to stand.)


/Basically a whole planet that feels like being inside a teen magazine. Gossip, rumors, fighting, drama, but it's temporary, okay? Focus on me, let's see if we can find your room, and maybe you don't turn all our brains into mush./
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[personal profile] vexant 2025-04-21 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
( quentin trails off, and the silence for a moment is enough to get julian's attention. because it's quentin. he doesn't do quiet. his brow ticks up but he's still only half paying attention to what's going on in real time versus going through every goddamn mistake he's made on the way to this exact moment while excusing a good two thirds of them because he did what he thought was right and there wasn't another way, what else was he supposed to do?

but, it's likely julian's own spiraling guilt, anger, resentment, depressed acceptance, that lets quentin get away with reading him without pissing off julian immediately, because he doesn't clock it. and it's being distracted that also lets quire grab onto him before julian can muster up a sour expression and shove him off. because by the time he gets there, his face is already being shoved down against quentin's shoulder and julian's leaning into him. he's breathing in slowly through his nose. closing his eyes for a minute. )


Fuck.

( everything sucks. it all hurts and it's never going to stop hurting and maybe, just maybe they - no, you know what? he's not thinking about it, he's not going to let himself get stuck on this bullshit right now, not while they're still here. aphaia isn't the place to lose his shit, especially when there's more than one person around here depending on him. he's just going to - give himself five seconds, maybe, to not have to hold it together. five seconds, that's it. of this before he shoves quire and tells him off for being so touchy and weird. )
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[personal profile] sabigoe 2025-04-21 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ Fio feels proud of herself for doing a pretty good deed! For the short amount of time they've known each other, she can imagine his intense glare as if he were still standing next to her. However, she won't let that thought bother her. She's worried, no matter how many times she's reminded that he's something called an "Ultimate Lifeform." A few little extra points could wind up being helpful during the remainder of their stay on the planet.

As much as she's uncomfortable with the reporter intruding on her space, she knows better than to flee in the same manner as when she first arrived. She hopes that she can give satisfactory enough answers before she presses on. Trying to appear excited for the broadcast is tiring and she's done enough of that during the earlier dance. Somehow, she continues to manage a meek smile throughout the interview.

A small crowd of aliens begin to gather nearby, a mix of those who recognize Fio from the dance battle and some who are simply just curious about the answers of one of the planet's contestants.

"Awww, sounds like you had a blast with the little fella! And my other question: what of your upcoming plans, hm? Gonna take up any more challenges?" ]


Well... I was hoping to find Darkie again. I know he's got a scary stare, but I'm worried he's a little lonely. Maybe I can help him out with... well, whatever he's gonna do next. Bet he's calling me foolish right now. [ There's some chuckles coming from within the crowd. ] Have any of you seen him? Black fur, red streaks... and shorter than me. He was walking this way... he must be far off somewhere else by now.

[ Several aliens in the crowd exchange confused glances. Some shrug. Just a little discouraging, but she won't give up. He's still on this planet somewhere!!! She responds, cheerfully: ]

That's okay! I'll just keep walking in the same direction I was going. Thanks, anyway. [ A pause. Right, her face is on the monitors all over right now... so maybe Shadow can hear her. She looks at the screen. ] Darkie! I'm gonna catch up to you soon!

[ Gosh, hopefully he heard that!

And she resumes her walk down the district, moving towards where she last saw the hedgehog. The interview doesn't seem quite over yet, especially with the audience she garnered."Miss Fio, Miss Fio! We have a few more questions!"

She's too friendly to tell everyone off, so she keeps walking along with a handful of aliens trailing both behind and alongside her... ]
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[personal profile] querulus 2025-04-21 08:05 am (UTC)(link)
[Success!

Quentin doesn't make any attempt to pat Keller on the back or pull him any closer or anything like that. He doesn't give him any lines about "I got you" or "it's gonna be okay" or "it's alright, you can trust me." Why bother? It'd be cheesy, stupid, and for Quentin would be utterly and painfully insincere. Quentin sucks at comforting people. He knows this about himself. There isn't much he can do to change that.

Fortunately, Julian also sucks at being comforted. Convenient!]


Just take the damn hug, dummy.

[His voice is a little muffled against Julian's shoulder, but it's audible enough. Telepathy is more likely to spook Keller, and the dude's already about to rattle out of his own skin as it is. But it's fine, because the tone, which is purposefully soft and holds about as much warmth as Quentin Quire is capable of producing without literally vomiting in his own mouth, is more important than the words.]

We both know you need this.

[At least he does Julian the favor of not explaining precisely what he means by "this". Because despite the "dumbass" comment (or the "bag of rocks" or all the times he's called the idiot an idiot, etc etc etc) Julian isn't in fact actually stupid. He's willfully obtuse at worst and stubborn as all get out. But Quentin would put money on Keller knowing exactly what he means. The only question is if he's smart enough to accept what he knows.]
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[personal profile] venatoris 2025-04-21 12:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Dean has made many of those questionable life decisions, and every one he makes at this goddamn party is costing him another thread of clothing. They're felling gently to the floor even as Fabian scampers off.

Dean decides not to move, another thread falls. He closes his eyes, yet another one is lost. It's difficult to let ones mind go blank, but if he can decide not to think and lose a thread and then other thoughts fuck off, he'll be set. He's too ADHD for that, though, and by the time Fabian comes back he's in a real crisis.

Dean doesn't give a shit where they came from, he was going to do something very similar had the teen not come along, and he grabs the closes one, a black trench seems great, and throws it on over his shoulders and buttons it all the way down. ]


That'll work.
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[personal profile] limiterrings 2025-04-21 01:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[ at this point, dimitri could do whatever and shadow won't stop him. he's not the type to even associate much, especially how he grows even more silent as the other continues. what is the hedgehog to add to it, there's not enough answers to their questions, and no one to give it to them.

they must stumble or be lucky. ]


This world is dying, this could be the only place where they feel alive.

[ by making themselves spectacles, or taking part to witness them in real time.

maybe dimitri's right, maybe it's all a ploy, but one thing is for certain that they'll all die out soon. maybe they don't care, they never seem afraid, and no matter how much they cause trouble for them, they return to their stations. ]


If you can find the person in control, they might have more answers.
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[personal profile] hauntedsnowfall 2025-04-21 01:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Dimitri takes in their surroundings anew when Lars motions to all of it. ]

When you phrase it as thus I can’t help but agree…

[ But that thought troubles Dimitri; to never be told the purpose behind what they are acquiring? What if it’s for ill intent? ]

It may not be that different than being in an army, on this you are certainly correct… But Lars, did you not willingly join your military?

[ Perhaps it’s just because he is a new arrival… he doesn’t want to seem like a malcontent if Lady Aurora’s true aim is indeed virtuous. However, it is easier to jump when they say jump if you can trust the leadership behind the command. ]
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[personal profile] hexcope 2025-04-21 02:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Here, yes. Etraya, not at all!

[Well.]

...Is what I would like to say. Things are a little weird right now in Etraya. Not the average experience.
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[personal profile] overconfidently 2025-04-21 02:20 pm (UTC)(link)
( Both Forge and Sinister [that clown] had told him the same thing. Unless he’s able to get control of his powers — to think before he simply reacts, they’re liable to control him and end up hurting those around him if not careful. For all he’s done, it’s been on the fly — reactive and emotional and while that comes with a hefty psychic punch when he needs it, sometimes moments like this happen where he’s found unstable and unable to reel it all in.

Her hand there on his, he looks to it — feels the sort of gentleness that comes with it and it’s in that moment, he looks up to her, the brightness of his left eye slowly beginning to dim some as he focuses on her. Her presence, her telepathic voice, her hand. Slowly he pushes out the incessant chatter of those miles away from them and narrows it down to just her. He doesn’t recognize her — doesn’t know the names she’d given him and while a telepath herself, he doesn’t feel on edge around her like he did Xavier. She’s… different.

A close of his eyes, the spinning of everything around him abruptly stops then and it all falls to the ground, Nate taking a slow breath before he’s slowly opening his eyes again. A look over to her again, he blinks, eyes bright and blue now. )


Thanks… they’ve stopped now.

( The voices. )
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[personal profile] lordfuckleroy 2025-04-21 02:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Already he liked this young woman who seemed infinitely curious about the scope of where they were. He tilted his head to the side then and gave it a squeeze and a small bow over it, which was more proper than anything else.

Old habits did die hard. ]


Oh, it is a mess-- [ It was hard not to be honest. ] Wars, and people being people. Though from a distance it looks very beautiful and tranquil. I would like to believe the best of people, but also-- there is human nature involved.

[ A short beat later. ] I hope your bridge world is far more pleasant than mine own.
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[personal profile] hauntedsnowfall 2025-04-21 02:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh!

[ Delight dances in Dimitri’s eyes as joy lights up his face. He has thought the other only wanted to be taught and have his questions answered- but could it be he also wants to dance with Dimitri?

He is used to people only wanting to dance with him because he is a prince- he’d truly grown nervous he’d not find someone willing to be his partner without such prior knowledge. ]


Ah, Let’s see…
[ he still cannot keep the euphoria from his face as he scans the dancers once more looking for an example ]
My style of movement is close to… there! [ he leans towards the young man and points to a couple dancing 30ft away ] The red-haired man paired with the blonde.

[ He turns back to the young man beaming. ]

You can follow my lead and if you have any trouble I can assist you. I promise my strength is quite good so you needn’t worry!

{ ooc: I have no idea who An Zhe is, but if anyone hurts him I will kill everyone involved and then myself. I love him. }
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[personal profile] limiterrings 2025-04-21 02:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ even if he tried to ignore her, everything she says is carried by the monitor between various districts alerting whoever of who she's searching for alongside her answers. with little to no hesitation, the hedgehog jumps down from the building and onto the ground effortlessly. shadow makes sure to keep his distance, following behind, listening to the shared conversations between the aliens and fio.

it is somewhat one-sided as time goes on.

the smart choice is for them to grow bored of her and move on, but that's not what happens as he follows behind. they stay close, acting as if they're familiar with her throughout all their questions, and shadow stares at how persistent they are.

question after question, and he tires of it enough that he walks a little quicker to catch up, bumping into one of the aliens that does respond with a grunt as they turn to see what hit them. they sound a little disgruntled upon seeing who it is, referring to the hedgehog as a "pet" and even frowning because this would mean... ]


If you're going to follow me around, do better.

[ he doesn't acknowledge them because why would he? everyone is a nuisance that should be ignored unless there's something he needs from them.

his attention is on her, preparing himself for whatever expression creeps on her face when she turns around. shadow should have left her behind and went to mind his own business, but there's something oddly familiar in the way that she does things that it doesn't strike him as an immediate dislike.

all it does is make her even more tiring than anyone should be. ]


Don't waste my time.

[ in other, unspoken words: "come on". ]