etrayamods: (Default)
∎ ETRAYA MODS ∎ ([personal profile] etrayamods) wrote in [community profile] etrayamemes2025-03-28 09:16 am
Entry tags:

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.

FULL NAVIGATION

querulus: (w&txm - storming off)

[personal profile] querulus 2025-04-07 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)
/Newsflash, Sophie, Krakoa was my home too. I just don't—/

[Don't what? Miss it? He does. Just not like she does. Because she doesn't know what he knows. What he did and saw and let happen for the "greater good" of mutantkind. And that's it, isn't it? Not putting your own goddamn baggage on somebody else.]

/Forget it. Just tell me what kind of food and champagne you want, and I'll bring it to you./
internationalrelations: (056)

[personal profile] internationalrelations 2025-04-07 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)
In Alex's universe, James Bond was, quite literally his nemesis-turned-friend-turned-current-sexuality-crisis's father. Or had been, before said beloved actor's untimely death a few years back. So he was, quite deliberately, trying not to think about that particular spy. It was impossible though. This was totally Casino Royale but make it weirdly scifi, so yeah. Already having those thoughts.

And Dean does cut a very dashing figure in the suit -- the suit that is currently soggy and that Alex is finding out is, indeed, made of very nice fabric. That he's not really helping with his attempts to pat away the spilled liquor, and is instead mostly just him patting this man he's never met's chest.

It's fine. This is fine. He blinks at the quip -- it's the sort of thing he'd say, honestly, and there's a moment of game recognizing game -- before a grin surfaces on his face. "Dinner's a big commitment. How about I get you a drink that I don't dump on top of you? I clearly need to refill mine anyway. And yeah, 'm fine. Little dizzy. Must be all the noise." He was, at the moment, somewhere on the border of tipsy and bound to get in trouble, despite the fact that it was a nearly full drink he dumped on Dean, and his first one at that.
internationalrelations: (039)

[personal profile] internationalrelations 2025-04-07 05:12 pm (UTC)(link)
See? There it is again. I genuinely feel bad for how wrong you are. Empire is the heart of the story. The highest stakes! The moments when everyone really realizes why they're in the fight. But I guess I should've known you'd be a happily-ever-after fan.

[See, something about the familiar bickering set Alex at ease. It was obvious even in his physical posture, some bit of tension and anxiety had slipped out of the stiff line of his shoulders. Yes, he was still caught up in some weird the-fate-of-the-world-rests-on-his-shoulders-maybe?? type situation, but at least the person he'd gone and allowed himself to get close to and open up to hadn't decided to kiss him and then pretend he never even existed beyond an annoyance. Sure, Henry didn't know he had kissed (was going to kiss??) Alex, but at least that wasn't him deliberately choosing to pretend it away.

So what if that meant that as they danced, Alex was trying not to dissolve into a full on bisexual (apparently??) disaster of his own making? Trying not to stare at Henry's lips? Trying not to hold too tightly to his grip on the other man?

So what if the floor beneath him and his feet very particularly suddenly began to crumble away and he had to more or less throw himself at Henry and hope the prince was on a more stable square of ground? It was fine everything was fine.]
internationalrelations: (031)

[personal profile] internationalrelations 2025-04-07 05:13 pm (UTC)(link)

"That! That right there is weird. You're acting like you're empty... you're not reacting at all. And like, even when you were my arch nem...eme..mesis..." That one took a moment, "You always reacted. It was usually, just like, super infuriating but... this..." a wave of his hand at Henry in a very overly dramatic and unsteady flourish, "...is so... so much worse."

Make it stop, please. Alex slumped a little more into Henry. "So stop it already. 'Cause we're.. s'posed to find a thing. Let's go look for the drive... thingy."
fireboost: (pic#17773385)

[personal profile] fireboost 2025-04-07 05:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Then we'll just have to—

[ blaze is cut off by an abrupt BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP. it emits from the walls surrounding them, flashing red with each beep until a sophisticated and calm voice announces through the speakers:

'Time is up. Please return to the front desk to collect your prizes!'

the timer was still going? it's not as if blaze gets the chance to say that though, or even to make her way to the exit herself; one of the walls opens up and on the far side, the platforms and stairs of the room unfolding underneath their feet as a strong air current pulls them towards the open wall.

—and back to the front desk. ]
sophielicious: (nyx_008)

[personal profile] sophielicious 2025-04-07 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)
/Some of us didn't get a chance at any other, Quire./

(At least he went from Quintavius to Quire; some could say it's an improvement, but it's what he isn't saying that she is picking up. Poorly, at that, because it's all a mess in her own brain right now, glitchy and choppy, but... It's a lot of pain that she can't access, but she knows it's there.

Oh, Quentin. You just don't... What? What in the hell is he not telling her, and... Why would he even keep anything from her?)


/... I don't want it anymore. I want you to finish that thought to my face./

(Now that she's actually realizing that the way the argument unfolded might not at all be just about Julian, or her tattling. Since when does he talk to her like that? Three times in the same day. She probably didn't need to rub Phoebe or her death on his face, either, but listen. It's... Good, somehow. Like she's a person, not an affection.

Also, fuck Quentin for talking to her like that, what in the actual FUCK.)
lordfuckleroy: ij @ saveface (pic#17552892)

[personal profile] lordfuckleroy 2025-04-07 06:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Henry considered the communication issue even as he reached up to pat his shoulder, allowing for a sprint onto his broad shoulders. He was not too worried about getting claw marks on his suit, he was more interested in figuring out what was what and why he felt completely off. ]

So, if you want us to go left-- paw at my left shoulder, if you want me to go right, paw at my right? If you want to stop to observe something, just bite at my ear. I will keep the notepad on hand for ease of access.

[ It felt like it was doable, they would just be more mobile now. ]
querulus: (wca - tmw existential crisis)

[personal profile] querulus 2025-04-07 06:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[There's a long, long list of things Quentin would rather do than "finish that thought to Sophie's face". Like throw himself into the sun. Or take an acid bath. Or sit through another five hour long philosophy rant from Magneto. All vastly preferable options.]

/It's fine. I lost my temper, that's all. Sorry. You want a blanc de blancs or...? I'm partial to rosé myself./
lordfuckleroy: ij @ saveface (pic#17552899)

[personal profile] lordfuckleroy 2025-04-07 06:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the Prince was absolutely sure that was a dig on the whole fairytale Prince thing; which honestly Henry had to scoff only a little bit at. He did not feel very prince like right now, they were after all treading through four inches of water as the dance floor started to swish and shake like a washing machine as the floor attempted to collapse underneath them.

Ah, so that just happened to be phase #2 then? ]


Oh, I do not like that at all.

[ He caught at Alex's waist to hold him upright, and pretend to ignore the fact that Alex was very very close. Pressed flush to him, he could feel his heart launch itself right into his throat. ]

Keep in mind, I live in Great Britain.. not Disneylandia.

[ And his castle was not a harken to of the castle towering over mountains and treelines in Bavaria. ] Oh bloody hell I hate this. [ He muttered as the tiles started to move up and down like a seesaw, first they were lower then the people on the tile beside them, then higher depending on the movement. ] I do not think this world has a single normal bone in its body.

mossheaded: (pic#17779041)

[personal profile] mossheaded 2025-04-07 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ if property destruction was on his mind, then they were on the same page. zoro's head swiveled back to look at him, nodding once more.

he didn't like the plan. he wasn't familiar enough with their current circumstances to suspect any backlash from the wheel itself, but the swordsman had no doubt that the staff would protest to its destruction. zoro was the one who should have been taking point in a situation like that, shouldering the brunt of any retaliation - not that he doubted dean's abilities, but that was just his place in things.

harder to accomplish, in his fuzzier state. harder, but not impossible. he'd likely have an easier time reaching the wheel itself, but lifting it presented another dilemma.

ears swept back and looking perturbed, he considered their options, waiting to see if his would-be partner in crime had any further input.
]
limiterrings: (pic#17703082)

[personal profile] limiterrings 2025-04-07 06:41 pm (UTC)(link)
...It's a dying world.

[ maybe that's what stands out to maria, for someone who has always looked at planets from a distance in hopes that she could visit them.

earth especially. it's this sort of ending that he tried to finalize when he had awoken fifty years after the incident. ]


If you mean the creatures here, I'm no different from them.

[ he's also part alien if that makes her feel any better to remember, no matter what, he'll always be connected to black doom and his efforts. ]

Maybe that fact will help you feel better.
sophielicious: (nyx_036)

[personal profile] sophielicious 2025-04-07 06:43 pm (UTC)(link)
/No, it's not all. Don't make me use your full name.

Tomorrow. Bring whatever bottle, and, Quire?

You ever 'newsflash' me again, I'm stomping on your balls with my thinnest high-heels./


(RIP him.)
internationalrelations: (043)

[personal profile] internationalrelations 2025-04-07 07:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, I noticed. You don't really have the ears for Disneylandia.

[At least Alex could still be a smartass, even while he was clinging (too close way too close) to Henry as they tried to navigate the wet and lurching floor. Who the hell came up with this?[

I'm with you. This sucks. Who the hell came up with this contest? What a sadist.

[Alex muttered, now in the ankle-deep water trying not to splash-stomp on Henry's feet while he also tried to avoid getting eaten by the shifting floor.] ...I intend to win by the way. So stay on your toes, Crumpet.
overconfidently: overconfidently. (pic#15681395)

[personal profile] overconfidently 2025-04-07 07:13 pm (UTC)(link)
( There's not much point in hanging around with the match over. He glances around at the crowd — notes the way his points have increased — then offers a small wave to the people before he makes his way out, too.

A little ways from Julian, he doesn't bother to catch up to him. Instead, his voice gently echoes around the other mutant... from within his head. )


If you weren't his, then who? Magneto?

( That's who the leader of the X-Men was where he came from. )
Edited 2025-04-07 19:13 (UTC)
overconfidently: overconfidently. (pic#15702947)

[personal profile] overconfidently 2025-04-07 07:16 pm (UTC)(link)
You all don't exactly give me much in the way of reasons to trust you.

( It's more in regards to Jay's surprise of how he'd linked him to that name — how the thought that this could be another version similar enough had quickly entered his mind when learning who the other mutant was. )

That's also not why you got hit with a rock. I told you. It was an accident.

( If he were really trying to hurt him, he'd do more than just telekinetically toss a rock at his head. )
overconfidently: overconfidently. (pic#15681310)

[personal profile] overconfidently 2025-04-07 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
( Who are you, he asks and... woof. That's sure a question.

How does he even explain this? They're counterparts to one another and yet, they're not exactly the same. He'd saved him when he didn't need to — pieced his mind back together after he had burned himself out to the point where his mind should have remained fractured. Yet he saved him. Made it a promise that he wouldn't let him die. Felt empathy for him in ways no one else ever has.

Arms coming to fold in front of his chest, he glances off to the side then. )


I'm your little brother.
shoplifter: (pic#17230569)

[personal profile] shoplifter 2025-04-07 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Mm. I'm getting used to it.

[... After having a few heartbreaks, anyway.]

Mutants live very dangerous lives. I feel sorry for us, sometimes.

Because it's hard to just be a person.
badfengshui: (6)

[personal profile] badfengshui 2025-04-07 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That's probably a joke or some sort of light teasing.

His mouth briefly quirks to a slight smile. He can't think of anything else to say to that, however. He can feel his mind go blank in thinking up a response. Bringing his hands together, he clasps them in an awkward hold. But that only lasts for a second before he lets his arms hang down at his sides.

His eyes go ground. No, right, that is what I can say. ]


Yeah, you're right, but I will. [ Did that sounds too dismissive? His fingers flex and curl into his palm. ] Okay. [ He appreciates that she'll take him up on his offer. ] And don't worry... you're not alone. I mean... [ He hasn't met anyone who has mentioned they knew Inara, so he can't say that she is on her own but he also doesn't want to give her false hope. ]

... I mean, we're talking so... you're not alone.
shoplifter: (pic#12480959)

[personal profile] shoplifter 2025-04-07 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[Entirely not stylish. Though honestly, maybe it's stylish to have battle scars on your clothes instead of you. She shakes her head, though, quick to dispel any concerns.]

I have a roommate. Accelerator. [Among other people, so... not alone. Not entirely.] Some mutants have been... trickling back in. One named Julian, and another named Jay. Jean is still here, too... And — and I think there are more arriving at this mission.
shoplifter: (pic#11975566)

[personal profile] shoplifter 2025-04-07 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[She nods in approval. That seems like a fair trade to her.

... So she holds out her pinky finger, because Etraya has inadvertently made her believe that this is the way you agree on something.]


Then it is a deal, Mr. Shade.

[Because of your current score status, you see.

If you don't give her a name, she will get creative.]
overconfidently: overconfidently. (pic#15681320)

[personal profile] overconfidently 2025-04-07 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)
( When he's suddenly there all close, Nate stops and blinks — left eye flashing a warm shade of gold for a moment. This guy... he's come across a number of people in his short time, but this one right here really takes the cake in terms of strange.

Rather than list off the team he'd been working with, he gives a single name. )


Domino.
overconfidently: overconfidently. (pic#15743246)

[personal profile] overconfidently 2025-04-07 09:22 pm (UTC)(link)
( The moment the ground shifts and changes, Nate takes to the air, arms stretched out at his sides as he does. He should have known they'd have the means here to warp the arena to their liking — eye flashing gold again in gentle annoyance, but it's nothing he can't handle. Just means he'll have to both act and think quick if he's to come out of this as the winner.

The golems aren't a thing he can really say he's dealt with before and in trying to read their thoughts, he doesn't seem to get anything. Again, annoying, but only in regards to one of his two abilities. A few of the goblins seem to end up lost in the quicksand and, when looking around for his partner here, he catches sight of his quickness and gives a huff under his breath. )


Talk about a showoff.

( As if... he has any room to talk, but. Yanno.

The hands stretch further up now that he's in the air and the crowd cheers as he zips around them — obliterating them into piles of wet sand that fall back down into the arena with a telekinetic push from his own hand. That's when a blade is suddenly sent flying towards him and he narrowly misses getting hit by it as he pivots in the air. It catches him across his cheek and he hisses some annoyance as he looks down to the one who threw it. A goblin grinning from a post bobbing away in the quicksand and Nate pushes him back into the wet sand with a heavy push of his hand.

It was his own fault, really. )
sortie: (Default)

no worries!

[personal profile] sortie 2025-04-07 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"Putting aside that I don't know what a 'reddit' is..." Lars truly has no idea what it or inter-net ratings are supposed to be. Neither is he about to ask, since the conversation has moved right on from this and it mustn't be of vital import. Maybe he'll ask An Zhe later if he knows.

An Zhe probably does not know.

"I've been here a while now. Been in Etraya longer than that, too. Getting dropped into things with incomplete information's pretty typical, unfortunately." He shrugs, not entirely unused to that as a former soldier. It's still inconvenient and a pain, but he can accept it.
fourthwalled: (action shot!)

[personal profile] fourthwalled 2025-04-07 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[Deadpool does notice the eye, and it is pretty damn fucking familiar. Hmm...]

Domino? Nice! Love her. [She might feel the same? Or she at least tolerates him.] Stupidest fucking powers on the planet, but she does still manage to be a badass despite that.
sortie: (quiet)

[personal profile] sortie 2025-04-07 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Lars isn't sure he's entirely convinced. He doesn't know Fio as well as others would, but being around his captain was enough to make him wary of others deeming themselves "fine". Even if they tell themselves it's the case, it doesn't exactly work that way.

He's no better, is he?

Whatever the case is, he offers her a hand. ]


It gets crowded in places, so stick by me, alright?