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∎ ETRAYA MODS ∎ ([personal profile] etrayamods) wrote in [community profile] etrayamemes2025-10-03 08:07 am
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❬ Arrival ❭


Arrival goes normally! Hooray! Characters awaken in a sterile hospital bed in a clean, white room to the hum of machines under the unnatural lighting common to well-kept institutions.

The door to the room swings open, revealing a hallway that stretches out ahead of them adorned with framed photographs of Jack-o-Lanterns. There’s noise from outside and the enticing scent of autumn coming from the lobby. Today the welcome buffet has mulled cider in a hot drink dispenser and mini-loaves of pumpkin bread.





❬ Shake it, Shake it. ❭


Outside the hospital, a weird fog is clearing. For those who have just arrived, this doesn’t meant much. But for everyone else, this is the hard-earned success after two weeks of blindly groping about in the spooky fog. The pollution is steadily clearing as it is being cycled out of the air. The people of Etraya should be getting back to normal physically, though surely the lingering feelings are no fun. For newcomers, there is just a weird energy in the air. Perhaps an activity as diversion would help?

As everyone tries to gain their bearings, Aurora asks everyone through their earpiece, new and old, to survey their surroundings for odd goings-ons.

It is a little unclear if this is something Aurora needs done dressed up as an activity, or if this is an activity dressed up with enough mystery and urgency to warrant involving all the people of Etraya. Either way, there is a task to complete.

So what sort of odd things are occurring? Just look around! Everything from homes suddenly subject to mundane, harmless poltergeisting to full blown bizarre weather phenomena and creature sightings. It seems that although the fog is leaving, it left some souvenirs behind, and Aurora needs help cataloging what's happening around Etraya for the bots to address.

Maybe you just think you’re really unlucky today and stuck in an episode of the X-Files. Maybe you catch sight of a bizarre creature that shuffles off into the woods. It might be raining upside down from the lakes, or the electricity in your home just won’t work for whatever reason.

Or maybe you’re particularly personally unfortunate, and your powers are working again, but not as expected.

In any case, you had better capture it on film. At your feet will be a regular old polaroid camera, a stack of film, and a sharpie to explain the photo and note the location.

Go to each of the islands and survey your surroundings. If anything seems strange, snap a picture! Though it seems some things about the geography have changed, so you might want to check with the HUD map to gain your bearings first.





❬ Bingo was his Name-o ❭


To encourage the people of Etraya to go out a little further than they ordinarily might -- and maybe to help ease them out of the terrible fog -- Aurora has presented this task in a light-hearted format: bingo-based raffle prizes! Available in your HUD is a bingo board! Listed are the 21 islands to explore as well as 4 main anomalous areas to look at.

If you open the HUD, it looks like so:


It seems someone tried, but not very hard, to make it fun.

✨RULES✨

  • Each square is completed with a thread taking place on that island that includes 5 or more comments from your character. In character, it's completed by them documenting an anomaly on that island.

  • For every completed bingo line, the character gets one ticket entry for the raffle prizes, up to a maximum of 5 for a full card.

  • Each bingo card can only win one prize, and we will draw in order from grand prize down sometime after apps are processed this round.

  • Teaming up is allowed, but if you share a card you have to share the prize!

✨PRIZES✨

  • Grand Prize (1): Place and name a new trolley stop!

  • Runners Up (6): Notes related to the meta plot like the ones seen here. Each is unique.

  • Consolation Prize (3): A small item that will assist with the next mission.





❬ Tra la la ❭


Whether it’s coming to a new land suddenly or trying to reattach a sense of reality to your surroundings, exploring as buddies or a group is highly encouraged. After all, you might need a hand out there. Depending on who you are, getting all around might be tricky. However, this should be doable over a couple weeks, especially as a team.

Apart from the islands themselves, four bingo squares are for the big anomalous areas that just appeared:

The Farway Craters: It looks like meteors struck the land here. Narrowly missing the bounce castle, a new lake has formed in its place. Each of the craters does something different. One might be highly magnetic, making a miserable time for a robot or someone wearing armor. Another might be full of alien sea life. The largest crater hosts a little hurricane whipping about, throwing objects that may have mysteriously gone missing as of late.

Nevergrey and Ochreward: Where two lands were once separated, they now meet in a steep hill. Should you climb one side to go down the other, a powerful gust will blow you back the way you came with echoing laughter.

Alcyone’s Sandening: Heading south from the hospital, past the forest and the campgrounds, it seems the peninsula has gone missing. Or that Seasands has gained a new island. It seems both can be true. The space where some land once was is now engulfed in a thunderstorm, roughly 30 feet wide and 50 feet long.

Uketon: Heading south in Dewpoint, someone familiar may notice the abrupt break in the island. Should you wish to cross this way, you will have to content with large rocks floating up from below the water’s surface, rising high until they’re out of sight.


❬ NOTES ❭


📌 — The above prompts are just there to get you started. Feel free to play with the setting and concept beyond what we've suggested here! In particular, we encourage everyone to add to the new world-building threads on the location page for each region as they explore!

📌 — Turn in your bingo cards here and edit the comment with thread links as you complete them. Bingo prizes are available for current characters. We will wait to draw prizes until after apps have been processed, so new characters on the TDM can also participate if accepted.

📌 — For all questions relating to the TDM specifically, please use the mod queries comment below. All other questions can be directed to the FAQ.


consiliaria: (mel 10)

Mel Medarda | Arcane | new player

[personal profile] consiliaria 2025-10-03 03:53 pm (UTC)(link)


arrival

[ The inside of her nose burns, the sharpness of something almost too clean scratching her from the inside. It's that sense of discomfort that greets Mel first, followed swiftly by the blinding white. The room is clean and she's thankful for that at least, but in the centre of her chest, uncertainty persists, a horrible tug at her core, and yet, she saw through the veil before and she would again. Even if that meant tearing into it.

Her heels click, too loud in the hushed silence of the ward. It's broken next by a sound she can't quite identify, but she follows the scent of something spiced and warm to a lobby, decorated, enthusiastically, for a holiday she doesn't recognise.
]

It's... adorable, [ she says halting but warmly to someone nearby as she politely places a piece of the loaf on a little plate. Mel doesn't feel anything close to hunger, just a pit in her stomach, but she's nothing if not polite. She brushes the crumbs off her fingers. ] So many pumpkins.


shake it

[ Finding her way outside, Mel takes in the sight of the retreating fog. It's a familiar enough sight, watching it roll back. It almost reminds her of home, or, rather, the place she had moulded into her home. Piltover was everything she had wanted it to be after her flight from Noxus, warm and welcoming, with the pretty change of seasons and the river that cuts through it. Mel misses it, but what she misses the most was the certainty she once felt, the safety. There is so little that makes sense anymore and part of that is her own doing. In her attempts to force it to be something other than what it was, Piltover began to crumble in her hands.

Mel frowns and pushes the thoughts aside, too proud to feel sorry for herself and she suddenly finds herself with a task to do. Survey. That she can do, and as she picks up the camera, she studies it for a moment, the techonolgy fascinating and utterly foreign.
]

Do you mind? [ Mel turns to the closest person to her, holding up the camera as if she is going to take a picture of them. ] I want to test this first.


anomalies

[ Having studied the map, Mel heads in the direction of one of the marked areas, more out of a sense of curiosity than duty at present. There is still a swirl of thoughts in her head, but Mel is more than capable of neatly tying them all off and boxing them up to mull over later, alone, when she isn't concerned about eyes on her, following her, watching her every move. ]

It should be just this way, [ Mel points out to her companion, readying herself for whatever it might be waiting for them once they arrive. She has no idea what to expect other than something peculiar, though she suspects, judging from the briefing, they will indeed know it once they see it. After that? She's not entirely certain what the course of action is, but Mel is eager to see what awaits and to test these thrills of magic she is still just beginning to understand. In the meantime, she makes small talk ] What do you think we'll find?

(( ooc: I'm cool with them heading to any of the 4 locations, so pick your fav or we can roll for which one they're at! ))


wildcard

Toss me something, or hit me up at [plurk.com profile] brutallyamish to plot something out! Brackets or prose, is okay, too, I'll match!
somnifer: (pic#18089625)

noctis lucis caelum ( final fantasy xv ) new player

[personal profile] somnifer 2025-10-03 04:40 pm (UTC)(link)
+ arrival
[ None of this is new to Noctis. In fact, it all feels just a little too familiar for comfort. His own world is consumed by all-out war, and he's already been pulled to another world in a last ditch effort to help them keep it from falling apart. The fact that this is happening again doesn't really register much with the prince. He just sighs, shakes his head a little, and mutters, ] Here we go again.

[ Once again without his friends and annoyed about it, he pushes to his feet and wanders out into the corridor, blinking blearily. He looks tired — he feels tired — probably more than someone his age really should. There's food, though, and that's something. As if on cue, his stomach rumbles. Loudly.

Vaguely embarrassed, Noctis makes his way to the buffet table, his enthusiasm rapidly dwindling at the sight and smell of what looks like a lot of pumpkin. He takes a slice of bread slowly, poking at it with a fork, his expression dubious. ]
Is pumpkin a vegetable? [ he wonders aloud to himself, figuring he's alone. ]

+ shake it, shake it
You gotta hold it like this, [ Noctis explains to someone, turning the camera around to point at himself. ] It's a selfie. See? [ He doesn't claim to be the best photographer by any means — if anything, he's middling at best — but he is determined to teach anyone and everyone how to take one of these shots. Especially with so many monsters roaming around.

To demonstrate, he snaps a picture with a giant moose-like creature in the distance, one that stops to look with an unnerving blank stare. For his part, Noctis remains pretty nonchalant despite the fact that it definitely seems less than friendly. The camera prints the photo, and he takes it, shaking vigorously. ]
Alright, so it should ... damn. [ He stares down at the result as the image forms, smiling a little. ] Not bad. Why don't you try?

+ tra la la — alcyone’s sandening
[ Storms aren't his favorite kind of weather. As much as he enjoys the beach, Noctis hates when his hair and clothes are soaking wet. They stick to his skin, filmy and itchy, and it's all he can do to complete this task by trudging miserably despite his discomfort. Maybe he'll find something interesting quick enough to get back inside. That would be a blessing.

And then he spots someone in the water. ]


Hey! [ He shouts, but they're too far ahead. He bites back a curse, struggling to see the person through sheets of rain that burn his eyes. With a thrust of his hand, he summons the first thing that comes to mind: a blow-up mattress. Later, he'll be vaguely embarrassed about it. Right now, he only uses it to pull them to shore using magic. ] What the hell were you thinking?

+ wildcard
[ ooc: I'm good with mixing it up too! Brackets or prose are cool. Feel free to poke me on [plurk.com profile] mycroftier to chat. 🫶 ]
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Gladio Amicitia | FFXV | new player

[personal profile] inimicitia 2025-10-03 04:56 pm (UTC)(link)


arrival

[ Gladio is leaning up against one of the walls, arms crossed over his chest. He looks relaxed, legs crossed at the ankles as he makes small talk with the person closest to him. It's always been a skill of his, burying all the things that were trying to eat him alive. That decades old anxiety is a weight on his sternum, slowly bearing down until all the air is being forced out of him, bit by bit, and if he wasn't so familiar with it, he might not have sensed the breaking point rapidly approaching, but he is and he does. Talking helps though, and he puts all his energy into that, hoping to get a better idea of this place so he can wrap his head around a lead to start following. ]

It's not the worst welcome. The bread's not bad. [ Gladio's been spoiled in that regard, but he's never been particularly picky about food. It's just a habit to eat what's put in front of him, but since the trip, he's found himself forming stronger opinions on things he never used to care about. ]


shake it

[ Gladio almost trips over the camera, not realizing it was on the ground but he manages not to crush it. Picking up the mess, he turns the camera over in his hands. He's familiar with it, though it's been years since he's used one and he's never really had the eye for this kind of thing. Any artistic talent he has is wrapped up in writing, not that he'd admit to that. ]

Right. [ His voice is gruff, pitched a little low as the frustration about all of this is still working itself out of his system. He tests the shutter, squinting slightly at the brightness of the flash. Gladio doesn't remember it being that blinding, but maybe it was and he's just used to the one Prompto has on his set up.

Still, there's a nagging sense of something not being right that he can't shake, though the sight of something lumbering out into the fog rattles all that loose and he quickly tries to capture whatever it was.
] Did you see that? [ He whistles, staring into the space the thing left behind. Gladio looks down to scratch a note on the bottom of the photo. ] We should go after it. What do you say?


The Farway Craters

[ Standing at the edge of the area with his hands on his hips, Gladio's eyes are scanning the craters. The place is a mess, like an entire meteor shower somehow crashed down in this once small area, dimpling the landscape. There's something about the sight of it that raises the hairs at the back of his neck, like looking at it too long starts to scratch some weird primal fear that he doesn't really get. Either way, it's weird to him, this whole thing, because whatever did this left more questions than answers. Gladio's not really an answers guy, not for stuff like this, but he has an idea of where to start. ]

We should see if there's anything left from what made those. It might give us somewhere to start figuring out what happened. [ Gladio shrugs a shoulder and picks out a crater that's seemingly harmless to begin with, not seeing the point in getting in over their heads when there's a handful of them to get through. ] That one look good to you?


wildcard

Toss me something, or hit me up at [plurk.com profile] brutallyamish to plot something out! I'm cool with heading out to different places on the BINGO card too, just lmk! Brackets or prose is okay with me, I'll match!
inimicitia: (pic#17792681)

—arrival;

[personal profile] inimicitia 2025-10-03 05:15 pm (UTC)(link)
It's technically a fruit. [ Is that pedantic? Yeah, but that's part of the fun honestly. That, and focusing on something stupid at least is lowering his blood pressure which had spiked in the few minutes between waking up in a hospital bed and finding Noct in the lobby picking apart a piece of bread. Gladio's long since been sworn to secrecy about the hidden veggies in Noct's food, but he doesn't know anything about this bread except that it tastes alright and he hasn't dropped dead from eating it which means Noct and his iron stomach should be safe. ]

It won't kill you either way, Noct, [ he adds in case it needs to be said, resting his hip against the wall as he studies him. Noct's known him long enough to know what that look is, always assessing, wary, watchful, concerned, but Gladio doesn't say any of it out loud. He never does. That, and all the obvious questions go unsaid, but they gnaw at him all the same. He'll wait until Noct breaches that gap before he says anything, just like always. ]
somnifer: (pic#18089546)

[personal profile] somnifer 2025-10-03 05:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Noctis actually startles at the sound of Gladio's voice. He hadn't expected him to be here — or any of the guys for that matter — and for a moment, he just stares, stupidly, struggling to process the fact that he isn't actually going to be alone. That's — it's a lot to handle all at once, more than he'd anticipated.

Glancing back down at the pumpkin bread, he swallows hard against the lump in his throat. ]
Fruit, [ he echoes hoarsely, willing his emotions under control. ] Sure it is. [ He doesn't sound convinced. He also doesn't sound very calm.

It won't kill you sits on his shoulders like a weight. Noctis stabs the bread again, pressing and pressing until it turns into paste. ]
You tried it already. [ It isn't a question. It also isn't what he really wants to say. ]
vexant: (pic#17823545)

julian keller ( marvel comics )

[personal profile] vexant 2025-10-03 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
arrival.
( he hadn't arrived from the hospital previously, and is very, very pissed to have found himself laying in a bed this time around. there's baggage there and not the fun kind to dig into either, but the kind one simply shoves into a box at the back of a closet and covers in other boxes until they've erased the very existence of the box.

so if julian looks a little irritated as he walks out of the hospital, that accounts for at least half the frown on his face. the other half is, well. )


When the hell did it become pumpkin spice season?

( do you know how much he's going to suffer because of this, because julian does. )

God, my entire mansion is going to be fucked.
trolleys.
( playing bingo is low on his list of priorities, especially when it comes to spotting whatever weird shit aurora's let wander around the town - but low doesn't mean nonexistent, and given the massive mess that his house and those in it are - well. sometimes a guy just needs some fresh air, and figuring out what the hell has been going around within etraya feels like a good excuse to get some. rather than sitting in the trolley, julian can be found sitting on the edge of the rooftop, holding a very badly drawn paper map in hand while idly chewing on the edge of a pen, squinting down at the lines meant to represent trolley stops. )

Is there a point to these to like, anyone?
nyx.
( nyx doesn't belong to him, he doesn't consider himself part of their group at all, but he knows the building here is sophie's hub, so julian makes himself comfortable in it as if it was his. he kicks open the door with the toe of a sneaker, taking care of any locks long before his approach with a soft green glow which unlatches anything that would have kept him from opening it to begin with. there's a box under an arm, large and with multiple cords sticking out of it, which he lugs across the building and straight toward the television with consoles set up under it, and - kneels down beside the screen to start fucking with the cords set up there.

were you using that? too bad, julian's taking over now. )

ooc notes.
( please feel free to throw whatever at me! if none of the above prompts work or you'd like to chat things out, you can reach me at [plurk.com profile] crowbars. julian is a returning character who has been gone for about ~4 months. for those unfamiliar, he has both hands missing - one higher up into his forearm, one just at the base of where his wrist would be - and has prosthetics that he manipulates with telekinesis completely separate from his body. i don't mention these in every tag as he normally uses them as one would ordinary hands, but if someone's more keen to go "hey! what's up with those?" they're welcome to. )
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nyx

[personal profile] sophielicious 2025-10-03 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
(Oh my God, she is so happy. Out of it she had been to even care to scan and see who came through Etraya this time around, but she can sense Julian once he enters NYX.

Like a hurricane, she comes down from her office to jump-hug him before he has the chance to kneel. You better catch her.)


You fucking asshole.
vexant: (pic#17745065)

[personal profile] vexant 2025-10-03 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)
( some people might have dropped the box to catch the girl. others might have left the girl to fall on her face and protected the box, and both approaches are completely valid given he's carrying gaming consoles and bruises will heal just fine whereas breaking this shit is going to be expensive to replace but julian -

- julian cheats a little, because he lets go of the box but it doesn't drop to the ground but instead remains hovering right where it'd been when he had been holding it, so he can use both arms to catch sophie so she doesn't faceplant into the floor like an idiot. )


What? It's not like I chose to - whatever that was.
lingeringshadow: (pic#18020168)

arrival!

[personal profile] lingeringshadow 2025-10-03 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[Illyana is still in a Bad Mood. The fog brought up things she thought she'd long since moved past or at least hardened herself to, and knowing she's still so vulnerable to the miserable details of her past sucks. But like Julian, she's shoving it in a box.

She hesitates, briefly, when she spots him outside of the hospital. Maybe it's because of the specific mistakes this last mission threw in her face, but she can't help but see him and instantly think of Pixie. It was a long time ago, sure, and Illyana wasn't exactly whole herself when it happened, but it feels closer to the surface now.

Again, into the box. Suck it up and focus on the now, Magik.]


Your mansion? Sophie might disagree.

[At least about the pool, anyway.]
sophielicious: (nyx_028)

[personal profile] sophielicious 2025-10-03 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
(Please. This was calculated risk — he calls himself an Omega-level telekinetic, he can multitask with carrying. Otherwise, skill issue, rank ignored.

But she's squeezing him a little. She missed him, sue her.)


Yeah, well, doesn't make me any less angry they took you back, and considering the fact I can't do shit about it, bitching to you is the next best thing.
Edited 2025-10-03 20:11 (UTC)
vexant: (pic#17745064)

[personal profile] vexant 2025-10-03 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
( a familiar face in a place where he certainly hadn't expected seeing it, but.

honestly. they've already got a cyclops that's smaller than the small cyclops they had to deal with before, so it's not as if illyana being here is all that off. there's not even a pause to take in the surprise - they're mutants, everything is always fucked and who the hell knows who is going to show up at any moment. hell, if magneto showed up yelling about the injustices of the system and started breaking everything, julian'd still be pretty unsurprised over it. )


Sophie's mansion starts at the girl's dorms, I called dibs on the rest of it when I showed up way before her.
pullit: (Yyyyikes)

Nero | Devil May Cry | New player

[personal profile] pullit 2025-10-03 08:23 pm (UTC)(link)
1. Arrival

[Nero's awakening was... stressful, to say the least. Waking up in an unfamiliar place in a plain, white room is some One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest shit, and no amount of assurance from Aurora could stop him from shoving his way out of the room, stomping through the hallways shouting for Kyrie, the twins... hell, even Nico, if her ass happened to be here.

Suffice to say the revelation that his presence will determine the fate of the entire universe he knows is not comforting either. Wrestling with the enormity of what that means for himself, for his loved ones, for an entire world he just had a hand in saving from one apocalyptic disaster...

But hey. At least there's food.

He sits off in a corner of the buffet room wearing an absolutely wretched scowl on his face in between taking bites out of an entire loaf of pumpkin bread. Any staring or even querying looks about his table manners get ignored as he frets, and the crease on his brow gets deeper and deeper.

Finally, when his brows can crease no deeper and there's someone within earshot, he can't hold it anymore. He looks up and with a piteously large sigh, utters what is perhaps a popular sentiment here:
]

Is this fucking shit for real?


2. Shakin' It

What do I look like, National Geographic? How am I supposed to know what's "unusual" around here?"

[He complains, but he already accepted the camera. It sounds stupid, but it seems like a good opportunity to go take a look around. Normally he'd prefer to go alone, but the newness of the situation and the strangeness of the city have him feeling unusually sociable. He'd rather not head out all on his own right now.

The young devil hunter is strapped to the gills with his gun at his hip and his sword at his back, looking more like he's heading out for battle than an urban photo safari. At the very least, his partner needn't fear being unarmed. And hey, neither does Nero, anymore!

Off they go towards their first destination. There's apparently some kind of bingo card but it's all the same to him...
]

How 'bout you take point? [A shrug.] I shoot more guns than I do pictures.


3. Farway Craters (It Runs in the Family)

[There he was, heading for the junkyard to scope out the available scrap, when his attention was drawn to the craters and the gigantic meteorites that appear to have caused them. He wasn't even particularly interested in them until he felt the tug.

Is it some kind of call, stirring his demonic blood? Is it a sense of danger, some trouble that ought to be investigated by a professional?

No. It's the tremendous magnetic force of one of the meteorites yanking Red Queen right off his back and 20 feet away, where the modified blade slams against the rock like a butter knife on an industrial magnet.
]

God damn it! Son of a bitch!

[And so it goes as Nero tries, and fails, to remove his sword from the stone like a foul-mouthed King Arthur. Even with all his outrageous strength, whatever is making the meteor flare up is a magnetic force too strong for him to easily budge.

(Blue Rose is also being yanked, but the leather holster on his hip is holding the magnum on his person, if hovering comically a foot higher than she normally hangs.)

Finally, fifteen minutes in, sweaty and coming up with all new combinations of obscenities to utter, Nero loses patience. With a flash of blue, clawed spectral wings appear on his shoulders and he starts punching. It's half out of frustration and half out of a lack of other ideas on how to get his sword back.

So, that's how there's a kid out here yelling and beating the ever-loving hell out of a boulder.
]


4. Wildcard

[Let's plot a thing! Nero is eager to assist/protect others, even if he has a bit of a mouth on him. Hit me with something or plot with me via PM or at [plurk.com profile] theggnator.

Brackets/prose as you prefer, I will match you.
]
Edited 2025-10-03 20:25 (UTC)
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[personal profile] vexant 2025-10-03 08:32 pm (UTC)(link)
( a fair and reasonable line to draw in the sand there - julian doesn't know what happened in the last several months, just that he was off on the other earth for a bit, then suddenly back here in the hospital as if nothing had ever happened. except the calendar clearly showed a different story, and now there's pumpkins everywhere. at least he is back.

and can wrap his arms tight around sophie, holding her tightly against him. comfort on both sides: he hates knowing he did disappear without any notice or reason, hates knowing he was supposed to be there for them and wasn't. and he assumes she needs this more than he does, too. )


Sorry, Soph. But it looks like you're still in one piece at least. Quire hasn't driven you nuts yet?
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daenerys targaryen ( game of thrones ) new player

[personal profile] erintys 2025-10-03 08:37 pm (UTC)(link)
+ arrival
[ To claim that all these surroundings were foreign to Daenerys would be an understatement. She's mostly amazed by it, even if the reality of the situation is rapidly setting in. Worlds dying. It makes the petty concerns of Westeros seem very small indeed. If nothing else, her resolve hardens. She will do what she must to protect it — as strange a land as this is.

Inspecting the table laden with various food, Daenerys notices someone nearby and gravitates toward them. ]
Have you eaten? [ Her voice is warm yet firm, not unlike an older sister looking after family. ] You should. We have a long day ahead of us. [ Not that she's ever quite found herself in this position before, but she seems to be speaking from some experience. And if the expectant look in her eyes is anything to go by, Daenerys is certainly used to bossing around people she's decided she cares about.

Surprise! That now includes you. ]

+ tra la la
[ Unfortunately, everything here is "odd" to Daenerys. Still, she made a promise to herself to see this through, and nothing is capable of stopping her once she's set her mind to a task. Except, perhaps, a small diversion, as she's immediately captivated by the trolley. ]

Well aren't you charming, [ she murmurs to herself, delighted yet mystified, reaching out to touch the huge metal carriage. It almost looks silly without horses attached. ] Do you have this where you come from? [ is asked of the nearest person moving to embark. Daenerys waits a moment before climbing on behind them, far too curious to forgo the opportunity. She immediately moves to peer through a window, feeling a prickle of excitement she hasn't experienced in a long time. ]

+ the farway craters
[ A huge, dark mass passes just underneath the surface of the newly created lake. Daenerys is standing partially submerged in the shallow end, close enough to reach the shore if she needs. Not that she has any intention of leaving. ] Stubborn aren't we, [ she murmurs, half-amused, half-exasperated. She watches the creature move gracefully through the water, though it's difficult to see when they're mostly just a fast-moving shadow.

This time, when it returns, scales break the surface as it passes. There. A wound — bright red against the creature's flank, blood trailing in its wake. Her suspicions were correct, then. Daenerys frowns, assessing her options. It isn't until she hears someone approach that she speaks, louder this time — and more commanding. ]
I could use a hand.

+ wildcard
[ ooc: I'm good with mixing it up too! Brackets or prose are cool. Feel free to poke me on [plurk.com profile] mycroftier to chat. 🫶 ]
lingeringshadow: (x 3)

3!

[personal profile] lingeringshadow 2025-10-03 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[This sucks.

Okay, this whole thing has sucked since she got here, but the last mission was total dogshit. That's what she gets for complaining about being bored. And now, with her powers back, Aurora is sending them all on a ridiculous time wasting sidequest. Or at least, that's how Illyana, in her oh so charitable mood, is viewing it. So she's not doing it.

Instead, she's checking out the anomalies and being nosy. She also has a massive sword strapped to her back, but here's her first turn of luck - it's not metal. Magnetism doesn't work on a blade made out of magic and a piece of your soul, so there's that. She's also treated to Nero's entire spectacle. She could step in earlier, but she hangs back, just watching, a mischievous smile growing larger and larger until he starts punching, and she bursts out laughing.]


You should try saying "please".
sophielicious: (36)

[personal profile] sophielicious 2025-10-03 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Just nearly.

(At least, he is back. She learned to really appreciate him while in Etraya, and knowing that he was gone and God knows when she would be home, she probably wouldn't see him so soon.

Which would suck, because he's, well, an outlaw. At least here, he's... She wouldn't say okay, but he has her, she has him, and he's not about to be thrown in jail, so, win-win. Hence why she will nuzzle a little on his neck, press a kiss to his cheek, and let him go.)


And there are easier ways to summon me. I did steal that car, so I got all my purchases in it, the newest game releases are back at home.
hexcope: (pic#17545510)

mel 👀 (Shake it/Wildcard-ish)

[personal profile] hexcope 2025-10-03 09:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[The fog and his experiences within it had not been kind to Jayce. It distorted thoughts, memories, and brought worst fears and behaviors to the surface. He nearly hurt people. It’s not something he’ll shake off easily, and even now as it slowly dissipates from their bubble city, he sometimes thinks he still hears footsteps he can’t place.

And then there’s Mel. The hallucinations should have ended by now, but he’s been in Etraya a year and now she shows up? One of the cruelest tricks his damaged mind could play on him. His feet betray him anyway, dragging him steps closer before he says anything at all, his leg in a more modern looking brace made of plastic and polyester straps. It would match what one might expect to find in the hospital Mel had found herself in earlier.
]

Mel?

[The hallucinations could talk. They could whisper lies and look just like memories. It was supposed to be over, but what if it isn’t?]
yourotherleft: (listening)

Roronoa Zoro | One Piece | new player!

[personal profile] yourotherleft 2025-10-03 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
1. Shake What Now?

[Zoro has, at least, gotten the lowdown and figured out that the earpiece goes where it goes, although it looks very uncomfortably wedged above his three earrings on the left. What's got him puzzled is the camera. He's holding it on his palm as if the big chunky base were a den-den mushi, except it's very not snail-shaped and also not a phone.]

...so what, now. Is this like a Dial? It looks like the ones I saw on Sky Island. Kinda. [he is clearly talking to himself but easily overheard and interrupted] You push a button somewhere...

[he raises it and peers into what is not the eyepiece, hits a button, and prompty snaps the flash directly into his one good eye.]

AUGH! DAMMIT! What the hell?!

2. Bingo

[for a man who lacks a sense of direction, Zoro has gotten pretty far. Or is it because of said lack of navigation? He's everywhere, it seems. Turn around and there he is, looking at the scenery. Head to the next island and there he is again, scratching his head. Seriously, this is the best way to garner a bingo: find Zoro, chat him up, ask what he's seen and where he's going next (spoiler, whatever he says will inevitably be wrong).]

Huh. Did I see this place before? It looks kinda familiar. Nah, that had to be the other port. Which one is this?

3. Tra-la...

[Anyone who makes it to the Faraway Craters will find one green-haired dumbass resolutely attempting to walk way from one of the magnetic ones. It's just strong enough to exert a pull on his three swords equal and opposite to his own personal strength, which means he's worn two grooves in the dirt from constant treading. There may also be a small circle from before he realized his issue, a little donut track.

He's cursing solidly under his breath but not about to ask anyone for help, just angrily glaring face-forward, arms pumping, fists clenched, teeth clenched, grumbling as he maintains a steady pace that gets him nowhere.
]

4. Wildcard

[throw anything at me, I'll roll with it. PM if you're not sure but fr fr especially if it involves getting into fights or booze, those are easy mode. He is available to be seen literally anywhere because he gets lost easily, so he'll help you fill up your bingo card if you need an extra thread! (also prompt 2)]
Edited (html my nemesis) 2025-10-03 21:45 (UTC)
pullit: (LECTURE HARDER)

[personal profile] pullit 2025-10-03 09:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh, great. Now he's got an audience.

Nero looks over his shoulder with a death glare, seeking out the source of the comment. It lands on a young woman standing a short distance off with a sword of her own.

The glare flickers, but only to accommodate him gritting his teeth and biting back a much, much ruder remark.
]

Thanks, lady! Any more helpful advice from the peanut gallery?
hexcorized: (pic#17587915)

Arrival!!

[personal profile] hexcorized 2025-10-03 09:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Viktor is no novice to going to the hospital for his weekly check-ups. If anything, it's mostly become a ritual at this point, one that people can see the strain of upon his face. He is returning from one of the examination rooms when he notices a familiar figure. Undeniably, it is Councilor Medarda an expectedly unexpected turn of events.

He coughs into his handkerchief as he wanders closer to the sweets and towards her, as the scents of autumn stir up some of the little hunger that he feels.

Viktor certainly looks worse for wear as his disease's progression has not stopped here. But he still remains ever persistent in remaining independent. There's a short moment of silence before he finally speaks. ]


They are for a holiday known as Halloween.
repaintress: by betenoir (Thinking)

Tra La La

[personal profile] repaintress 2025-10-03 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ While Daenerys looks at the trolley, Clea looks at Daenerys. The artist is fascinated: the hair's color (something one might see in the northernmost reaches of the continent) and intricate braiding create a striking effect. Clea's mind wanders, conjuring patterns. It takes her a moment to realize she's being spoken to. ]

We do. I remember when they arrived, during the Exhibition.

[ Had it really only been 5 years ago? It feels like an eon had passed; Clea had felt so much younger and full of optimism back then. Her brother had adored the trolleybus, riding it around Lake Daumesnil several times looking out the window just as despite how Clea had rolled her eyes and teased him. Her parents had spent nearly the entire event exhibiting in the Grand Palais, leaving the siblings to roam the city. They'd even coaxed their younger sister from her room into the streets.

It hurts to remember it, and it also brings her heart joy. ]


The trolleybuses are far less chaotic than the automobiles.
lingeringshadow: (x 3)

[personal profile] lingeringshadow 2025-10-04 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
You might have to fight to reclaim your spot.

[It's irrational, but she was half expecting him to be less than happy to see her, or at least distrustful. When he reacts... well, normally, her tension eases a bit, and she rolls her shoulders to dislodge the rest. Stupid fog. Stupid hallucinations.]

Welcome back to the party. We're playing bingo now.
will_chase_balls: (Happy)

Arrival

[personal profile] will_chase_balls 2025-10-04 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
[Dwayne was just walking by when he overheard this guy, and decides to answer even though he has absolutely nothing helpful to say.]

I have no idea. I don't really know anything about spice agriculture, because where I'm from we let reanimated corpses handle all the harvesting.

[He is wondering when the spice known as 'pumpkin spice' came into season to be harvested, right?]