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MEADOWLARK MODS ([personal profile] larkers) wrote in [community profile] meadowlarking2019-11-20 05:33 pm
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TEST DRIVE MEME 007

> TEST DRIVE MEME #007

Welcome to the Meadowlark test drive meme! After waking up in strange and rather worrisome conditions, characters will need to begin to live their lives in this new world. All TDM threads take place after the arrival process, so please assume that the initial adjustment period has passed – in which the characters were found after being dropped off in a random part of the city and had to live in a safehouse for four days before hitting the streets. Now it's time to see the bright sights and sounds that New Amsterdam – and beyond – has to offer.

All Meadowlark test drive memes will not be game canon because of the nature of our arrival logs. Please feel free to carry on relationships that make sense, but please keep in mind that the TDM may not reflect current circumstances in game.

Applications open every month on the 1st of the month at midnight UTC (00:00).
All applicants can use threads from the TDM for their samples.


NOTE: The PCs have chosen to call themselves "the Displaced," and that's become the common parlance to refer to them.

> SETTLING IN

There is very little that can smooth over the experience of your arrival in this world. Coming to your senses in a van, drugged and restrained, only to be carefully helped out by the unknown guards and nurses and then abandoned in an alleyway. What comes after is relatively straightforward: you're found by others and taken back to a safehouse that is hidden under an old hover bike shop. You aren't the first group that this has happened to: there are others not from this world who have experienced the same, with no recollection of how they came here. Like you, they have few answers about what's happened to them. Maybe this knowledge brings you a growing sense of futility, or perhaps it inspires a deeper determination in you. But even as you begin to think on what to do next, life has to go on.

All of the new arrivals will be given a fake ID and a background that will lend them access to entry-level jobs. It may be overwhelming, but their fellow Displaced have found their footing enough to be able to help the newcomers. Two Morningstar agents will be around to take care of world integration and IDs – the rest will fall to the Displaced who arrived before. It would take at least a month's wages to put down a deposit on even the smallest apartment in the city, so everyone has a grace period before they have to leave the safehouse – and then some, depending on the kindness of who's running the show.

Morningstar's veteran agents will also make their purpose clear if asked: they are a group dedicated to fighting corruption and righting the wrongs of this world, though they're in the process of rebuilding the organization's branch in New Amsterdam from scratch, and they know that the people in charge of those efforts wouldn't mind a little help. It will be made expressly clear that this entire arrangement to get the Displaced situated in the world is meant to be kept a secret, and that especially includes Morningstar's assistance. Letting the world know about their involvement could cause big problems.

> EXPLORE THE CHANGES
Despite the lack of answers about why you're here, your fellow Displaced will be able to give you a rundown of the changes they've recognized in each other. Anyone who had powers before will find them gone. Anyone who was once an AI or in a completely artificial body will find that their current body is now fully human. Those with cybernetics will find that they've remained mostly untouched, though any primitive ones may be replaced with temporary ones that are improvements on the previous models.

NEW ABILITIES. In the place of any powers that were lost, there is now a new power. These abilities are unique to each of the Displaced and seem to update over a certain period of time, with the changes appearing thanks to critical emotional events. One thing that's apparent is that the power seems to be linked to the Displaced individual's personality or life before this one, shaped according to who they happen to be. When this power appears, their chest glows with a blue light that shines from their sternum, and it can be triggered by anything: natural inclination or a moment of great stress. If someone's out in public when this happens, they might want to duck under cover lest the blue glow from their chest and the unusual power's appearance draws unwanted attention.

EMPATHY BOND. No matter the circumstances or the conditions, every skin-to-skin touch of the Displaced triggers this empathy bond. Whether they touch hands, brush cheeks, or knock into one another on accident, they'll be met with the emotions of the person they've touched. Every instance of skin-to-skin contact will trigger an immediate empathic bond, letting you feel the other person's emotions and vise versa. While there's nothing that can be done to completely prevent this, someone can either decide to hold on and continue sharing that level of emotional intimacy, or let go and end the shockingly vulnerable exchange. If someone is particularly tactile but not fond of sharing their emotions, they might want to invest in a fashionable pair of gloves.

MEMORY SHARE. Through a recent event, the Displaced unlocked the ability to share memories similarly to how they can share emotions. While unknown at first, the Displaced soon learned that they could share a memory with each other the same way they could share emotions. All they need to do is focus on a memory and touch the skin of their fellow Displaced, and then they could pass this experience along. These memories are shared through the eyes of the giver, granting the receiver a unique insight into the thoughts, feelings, and sensations during a specific moment in their life.

DREAM SHARING. Once one, two, or five Displaced fall asleep, they may be able to find each other in their dreams. These dreams lead to the dreamers themselves feeling lucid and somewhat in control of their surroundings—though the control itself is ultimately dependent on the dreamer and how well they come around to understanding what's going on. Dream logic applies with the flow of time, but no one is able to spend their entire lives there. Lost powers are still gone for any of the Displaced, but they can use their dreams to practice any new ability that they've received. Memory shares and empathy bonds are just as possible within these shared dream states—if anyone doubts that another Displaced is really there, they can test the empathy bond to see if it activates.

POWER SHARES AND UNIONS. The Displaced can share something of themselves with another Displaced by offering them an object that comes out of their chest. This object is meant to be symbolic of the person it comes from and significant to them in some way. When someone else takes hold of this object, they will get a sense of the owner's essence, along with temporary access to their in-game ability. Only when they give the item back do they give up the power in question. In addition, the Displaced are able to act in unison and create a fusion of their powers, making it so they can fight someone else with them at once. This ability is there from day one, but the power's ability will only ever present at its current stage.

> THE NETWORK
When the Displaced first showed up, Morningstar set up a private network for all of the Displaced to use in order to communicate. Most of the veteran Displaced are old hands at using the implant now, and will be happy to provide any necessary information on how to utilize this new tool and understand its application in daily life.

Early on, every newcomer receives access to the encrypted network, only available to you and the others like you, making contact between you easy and safe. Familiarize yourself with this network and dig in. Perhaps you're hoping to find some bigger answers, ask about the current nail polish trends in New Amsterdam, or want to play a game of "hot or not" among the Displaced.

IDENTIFICATION. Everyone who gets set up with an ID gets access to Morningstar's network. In order to ensure that none of the Displaced stand out like sore thumbs, Morningstar's agents El and Gaby ensure that everyone has a name that makes it so they fit in among society. All usernames are thusly formed as firstname.lastname, with some room for creativity (Ziggy Stardust had a brief cameo, after all).

PRIVATE COMMUNICATION. There are private, one-on-one modes of communication available as well, though without the security of Morningstar's encryptions, they're much less safe. You can make calls, send texts, make videos, and even interact with others in a VR simulation—however, it's made very clear that the government has a means of tracking this communication. Big brother is always watching.

> RESOLUTION DAY FESTIVAL

The day of April 26th is known to all United Nations citizens: it's Resolution Day. To everyone around the world, it's the day when the last known AI lifeforms were completely eradicated in 2101. While some might say that it's the day that the UN claimed victory over the AI, to people the world over it's the day that humanity managed to keep themselves from being wiped out. Little will be said in detail about the holiday itself, but a remedial bit of research will cover the six-year-long Xelkoven War between humans and AI. The war itself was started when the home security unit AI Elysian killed 50 households full of people, and the war itself was named after the largest artificial intelligence distributor at the time: Xelkov. Ultimately, a billion humans died in the war, and there was the very real risk that the rest of humanity could have followed if they hadn't devised a method to put down the AI for good.

The citywide celebration of Resolution Day starts early and finishes very late, so whether you choose to join in the fun, learn more about the history of the festival, or take advantage of the revelry for other, more nefarious goals, you'll have plenty of time.


As the festival sprawls wildly throughout the streets of New Amsterdam, it gives even the most desolate parts of the city new life with bright lights, noise, and plenty of food. Most businesses are closed for the day, but not all of them—if you've gotten yourself a restaurant, street cleaning, or corporate PR job, you might find yourself stuck on a double shift. Better snatch what small moments of enjoyment you can!

> ENJOY THE FESTIVITIES
Anything you'd think would be at a festival in the year 2512 is definitely at this festival. Food, games, dancing, alcohol, free stuff? It's all there for your enjoyment. While the city streets will be full of people, this isn't a bad day to try networking. Want to get a new job or find a way to pry some information out of someone when they're least likely to remember you? Try to butter them up—or use the powers you've been granted to get your way. If anything goes badly, at least you can slip back into the crowd.

GAMES. Care to play a game? All attendees can play for free. Some games —like the hoverblade racing, the augmented reality fightboxes, and the street-wide bouts of laser tag—require a partner or a competitor, so you better hope someone's willing to do you a solid or bring out your competitive side. For anyone who's interested in something a little less hands-on, all of the city's biggest VR arcades will have setups with all the latest games. Hoping to get noticed for your gaming talent? This might not be the day to try to stand out, but anyone's down to try.

FOOD TRUCKS. It's time to try the delicacies of New Amsterdam. Hundreds of food trucks have turned out today in droves with high hopes that they'll come away turning a profit. Down for some Mexi-German fusion? Or perhaps you're hoping that pad thai still tastes the same with grasshoppers? Share your food – or give away whatever you don't like. Food trucks are the hub of activity, and the busiest ones might be worth the time, but you'll be standing in line for a while.

NETWORKING. There are other opportunities with the city being flooded with festival-goers. Whether someone is on a mission to try to test the current sentiments toward Morningstar or simply wants to charm some corporate execs, this might be the time to get it done. Whatever your cover story is, make it good. Whether you claim you're hoping to pitch an idea for some new tech or are more interested in seducing – or squeezing – some information out of them, following them into the next bar or karaoke booth may give you the perfect chance. But you might want a lookout to watch your back, a co-conspirator to keep them plied with drinks, or maybe you'll need a voice of reason to stop you from squeezing too hard. Discretion is the name of the game. Everyone can agree upon that.


> HISTORY LESSONS
Aside from your typical booths of free samples, charitable causes, volunteer applications, and white chocolate-covered beetles, you'll find an opportunity to learn about Resolution Day’s history. There are various stands available where—thanks to the augmented reality application of your neural implant—you can view videos about the origins of the festival and the reasons for celebrating. If you haven't done your initial search yourself, you'll be able to buff up on it here.

VR SIMULATIONS. If you'd like to feel like a hero, the UNA are running several virtual reality simulations where you can be taken to the battlefield to fight alongside fellow soldiers, working to bring the outwardly robotic AI to submission. The virtual reality simulation interacts with your neural implant to give you the most realistic experience possible. If you don't ground yourself enough, you'll be certain that the sights, sounds, and smells around you are real as you march in formation toward the brutality waiting up ahead. Feel free to team up with a partner on a side mission, or maybe try to keep someone from plugging in for what could be a traumatic experience. Eerie, heart-wrenching music plays when you die, but is promptly followed by the image of several corporate logos reminding you that they sponsored this day and this event.

SYMPATHIZERS. If you're uncomfortable with the concept of eradicating all AI, no one will understand why. AI sympathizers are not present among the native population. Everyone in this world has been raised with the understanding that AI only wanted to destroy humanity, and that everyone is lucky to be alive in spite of it. They have a deeply ingrained fear, and anyone claiming to formerly be an AI or android won't receive a very friendly response.

> CRIMINAL ACTIVITY

Traveling down from the hectic main city streets reveals a different side from the gloss and promise of New Amsterdam. Economic disparity runs rampant throughout the city, and many people are pushed to desperation, looking to find other ways to make ends meet. In the darker shadows, many illegal activities thrive, out of view of the authorities—or perhaps known and supported by corrupt individuals. Maybe you're out exploring, completing a task for Morningstar, or working a job in the place you excel. Whatever brought you to the rougher parts of town, you may want to watch your step, or else find the city eating you as it has so many others.

> ORGANIZED CRIME
Organized crime still has a strong foothold in the world, with gangs and more established families working with drugs, weapons, property, and black market cybernetics, to name a few. These organizations are sprawling units that regularly recruit new members into their ranks, so long as they can prove themselves by passing the intensive hazing. While there are two main mob entities in New Amsterdam—the Riverstone Mob and the Petrov Family—there are a handful of gangs that otherwise roam the streets. Some are loosely sponsored by the mob, while others are fledgling groups trying to gain clout. More than anything, these groups know they don't have the power of the corporations or government, and do everything to seize more power when they can.

JOINING UP. Catching the eye of the mob is difficult, but not impossible. Getting into the larger gangs is less difficult, but they're still wary of anyone who doesn't know the ins and outs of how to duck surveillance, traffic drugs and supplies, and intimidate people without catching flack from the NAPD. The best way to start getting attention is through their clubs, casinos, and illegal gambling dens. Getting inside isn't always easy: it might take a few weeks of legwork to get an invite, but someone could try to strongarm their way inside or use some chicanery to make it a smoother endeavor.

ESCAPE PLAN. Whether you went in to cause trouble or accidentally caused it by breathing the wrong way, it's good to have an escape plan in place. Does that mean fighting all the goons available? Maybe. What about stealing a hover bike and getting away? The good news is that hover bikes can fit where hover cars can't.If you've got the skills, you'll be able to weave through the chaos of the city and make a clean getaway. Just don't let the chase run for too long, or you'll have law enforcement on your ass as well.

> FIGHT CLUB
No matter the occasion outside, New Amsterdam's fight club events are held every evening. The bouncers at the door don't have too many scruples on who they let inside. All they care about is whether someone has the money to pay the cover charge.

The interior of the fight club reveals the sophistication of a business that's used to uprooting itself regularly. All the fights take place in a large cage in the center, and you remain on your feet while you enjoy the show. There is a special VIP section if you've been lucky enough to receive an invite or bribe your way in – just keep in mind that these invites are scarce, and you will have to have done something spectacular to earn the attention from someone high up the food chain. Regardless of where you end up, there is one rule: what happens in the fight club stays in the fight club. This tenant is law, and everyone's heard stories of the different (and sometimes extreme) lengths that have been taken to maintain it.

FIGHT. It's time to sign up and test your chops against other fighters. Many of the fighters boast illegal cybernetic enhancements, so it would be a really good idea to have someone on hand who knows some first aid. Fights can either happen in duos or in one-on-ones depending on the signups for the evening.

RINGSIDE CHAT. You might just want to enjoy the show, or use the opportunity to grill the bartenders for information. Just be careful not to make a fool of yourself. Asking too many questions might catch the wrong kind of attention – the kind that might find you being thrown into the ring, whether you wanted to be there or not. For all the blood spilled, these fight clubs thrive on discretion, so whatever you do, try to keep it quiet.

> A LIFE OF CHAOS

Life in New Amsterdam was once all festivals and people avoiding association with organized crime. Life in New Amsterdam these days is full of drama, citywide disturbances, and everything else that might be expected of an action film in progress. While there aren't many answers for what's happened to the Displaced, there is enough chaos going around that it seems like it may be connected to their arrivals.

The worst part is that New Amsterdam seems to struggle. Rather than being an anonymous backdrop to those action films, New Amsterdam is a bustling city full of life that never asked to be at the heart of this. When trouble hits, most repairs and restorations focus on helping those with money, while others are left forgotten living in tents and hoping for a helping hand. Recent circumstances have called for improvements in this area—there is more charitable work than ever before in New Amsterdam—but it's still a trying time.

Where the Displaced stand in all of this varies, but it's hard to ignore a city in trouble.

DISPLACED VERSUS DISPLACED. Whether it's by manipulation of an outside force or through inhaling weird monster gas, sometimes the Displaced are at odds with one another. When some of these few heroes are fighting, it means that the city can be left in even greater danger. Other times, the Displaced might not be able to control themselves. Feeling a sudden surge of vengeance and hoping to follow through on it? That monster gas might be the cause. Want to finish out a nasty deal to get something back important? The monster gas won't be an excuse, but maybe someone can pretend it was. Life as a Displaced is wild sometimes.

THE UNITED NATIONS ARMY. In fact, it's so wild that sometimes they come up against the extremely dangerous soldiers of the UNA. These soldiers are the military arm of the United Nations government. They aren't the average soldier, however. Dressed in thick black armor that acts as an exoskeleton for their bodies, they are basically invulnerable to any and all attacks. When fighting as a unit, they work perfectly in unison, making it so that they can quickly move to deny almost any and all attacks. They're also extremely resistant to any mental or emotional compulsion or manipulation, making them hard nuts to crack. Ready for a bossfight? They're the soldiers for it.

MONSTERS. As for unconventional threats, there are the monsters. These creatures first turned up in giant form when the first batch of Displaced arrived, stomping all over New Amsterdam. The less unique version of the monsters are around 400m high, have lizard-like features, and tend to show up by tearing down a portion of New Amsterdam's city wall. And that's the less unique version. More unique monsters vary in size and make, seeming to be an amalgamation of a number of different creatures. Half-snake, half-dog? Seems odd, but it happens. The one consistent feature of all these monsters is they all have golden irises. Suffice to say that running into these creatures could be a problem.

> GO NUTS

Feel free to branch out and explore! Visit a doctor about some advanced cybernetics. Sneak through the city checkpoints and set out into the wilderness. Try to hop on a train bound for one of the world's five spaceports to see one of the colonies—though bear in mind the cost and difficulty of one of these joy rides. Experiment with some insect based versions of your favorite recipes. Perhaps you'd prefer to engage in some illegal street racing, spend some time getting used to the technology, or try to become a social media celebrity. Use the SETTING for inspiration and choose your own adventure!

poosh: (14.)

tenth doctor, doctor who.

[personal profile] poosh 2019-11-21 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
» 01. NETWORK.
un: john.smith
Right! Hello! This is a bit fun, isn't it? A bit like Twitter and a bit not. We're all just shouting into the void, aren't we, and isn't that kind of the point? Anyway, I do actually have something to say, I'm not just blogging. Not just here to ramble, although I can definitely ramble. I'll tell you who can ramble, as well – Leonardo da Vinci. My mate Leo. Any opportunity! You'd say, 'Nice weather today, isn't it, Leo?' and he'd be off before you could say 'Sistine Chapel'. One of those people who's probably making some things up but he's such a good storyteller that you don't really want to call him out on it. Absolutely incorrigible. Brilliant mind. Where was I?
Right, yes. Anyone seen a big blue box anywhere?
» 02. HISTORY LESSONS.
[ If there's one thing the Doctor loves, it's a museum. If there's another thing he loves, it's a party. A festival is essentially somewhere in between the two, so – of course he's here, beaming as he wanders through the crowds with a dead grasshopper on a stick. How they got it on the stick is beyond him, but he'll try anything. He stops at every single booth with a dedicated level of interest, peering over shoulders, examining the wares on offer. When he finds the VR simulations, he almost drops the grasshopper in a mix of muted excitement and trepidation. The simulations themselves aren't his cuppa – he's far too old to be playing war – but the tech is interesting, and since there's no hardware to pick apart, the only way he can get a look at how it works is by diving in.

To his virtual partner, who presumably zipped in here a second or two before he did: ]
You fancy nipping off the beaten track? [ A wry little smile tugs at the corner of his mouth, widens slowly. ] C'moooon. They [ – a nod at the others in the simulation – ] can look after themselves. Might be fun.
» 03. MONSTERS.
[ This is more like it. Somehow, against all odds, he manages not to look like he's having too much fun as he skids around the corner, coming face to face – well, as face-to-face as you can be when you're the size of a pin compared to what you're looking at – with the creature. He's never seen anything like it, not quite. ] I'd say it's extra-solar, [ he says, managing to sound light and almost conversational over the tumultuous noise of disruption, to the nearest person to him, ] but look at it! 'S like – half-lizard, half-cat. Isn't that just the maddest thing you've ever— [ As he's talking – well, gushing, really – the creature whips around its scaled tail and sends a garbage can flying in his direction, knocking him clean over. ]
» 04. WILDCARD.
[ should the mood strike you, you may also find him nattering away at a fight club or trying to talk his way out of being dragged into a fight. i'm up for anything! ]
overrate: (I had an epiphany.)

jason todd | titans | ota

[personal profile] overrate 2019-11-21 05:21 am (UTC)(link)

1. vr


[ it's been an extremely annoying first day. well, first day away from the quarantine section, or what the fuck ever. and he doesn't even have his suit? the more he thinks about it, the angrier he gets because all of this is bullshit. and it never would have happened, he tells himself, if someone just trusted that he could do the job.

yeah. of fucking course. however, the VR simulators intrigue him, and they're the first welcome distraction he sees all day. this is like... high tech, gee wiz style training. it has to be, right? sign him the fuck up. he is going to set whatever new record there can be. what he wasn't counting on was the next level immersion. that there would be other people there. "people." he's not entirely sure they are fake after awhile, given the fact that they respond to what he's actually saying.

but it's the battle. he feels like he's on top of the world until a building collapses-- and then explodes on him, somehow. and he flings the VR headset off]


What the fuck?!

2. no escape plan


[while he watches the network occasionally, he's more interested in the telltale signs of "shit is going down." All it takes is catching one shady transaction out of the corner of his eyes to further draw his interest. he may not be robin technically... (actually, he was 100% not expecting them to just accept "Robert Plissken" as an ID, but, uh, guess he gets to live his dreams now)

But he still had a sworn responsibility. And if anything, he's got way too much energy, and he's reasonably sure he can take on the world. he's tailing them-- and seriously about to throw his way into the fight. this can only go well, right? He's counted 6, 7 if he thinks about the assholes that might be hiding around corners. that's a totally reasonable number for him to take one on one-- no matter what Dick says.]


Piece of cake.

3. fight club


[ maybe you saw him get shoved back for not having the money to pay (while also flipping off the bouncer). or maybe you see him casually leaning against the wall close to the nearest back entrance to the club, but he is determined to get inside. not least because this sounds fun as hell, but also because there might be drinks he can lift from unsuspecting patrons. sure, there may not be any age limits here, so this is entirely unnecessary.

but also, old habits die hard. and honestly. it's the fight club. he wants in.]


4. wildcard


(send me a PM on this journal, and we can work out a starter!)
reneger: (pic#11802609)

2;

[personal profile] reneger 2019-11-21 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
( he's not out here getting up to shenanigans tonight. there's a mask he puts on for that; masks the chip implanted in his brain, covers his face so no one can read him. it keeps any--personal ties from getting accidentally linked back to what he gets up to after hours. and in a city like this? having that distance is necessary. jason already figured that bit out when he completely fucked over the first ID that'd been attached to him; attracted enemies in high places determined to kill him off and targeted anyone else he was involved with.

lesson learned, for the most part. his daytime identity doesn't wear the same shit he does after hours, jason carries himself a little softer, wears dark-colored contacts when he's roaming where there's a higher chance of getting caught on camera, just in case someone backtracks his face to matches malone. a little bit of extra insurance.

which is why it's an absolutely stupid move (when he spots some kid chasing after idiots he'd been stealthily tailing to see what the hell they were up to) to get involved in exactly what's going on. it's instinct that has him following remembered alleyways to try and cut him off before he gets too close, instinct that has his arm raising just as he's rounding the corner just high enough to slam across shoulders to try and knock him down onto his back before he manages to get any closer. )
overrate: (YOU MADE ME USE MONOPOLY)

[personal profile] overrate 2019-11-21 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ what the fuck.

the force is sudden-- but Jason's not about to let himself get surprised that completely again, and he pushes himself away from his striker. He's quiet, if he didn't even give a hint he was so close. Which makes Dick's stupid "learn all your senses" training even more of a waste of goddamned time. Anyway, improv time. ]


So you're a sneaky bastard, huh?

[ he hasn't gotten a good look at his attacker just yet. doesn't care to, except to look for something fast, easy, and disabling to strike. which he knows he can do. he's had the best training he could ask for. there isn't anyone that could just knock him down like that and not get a response.

It's a wild, quick jab. ]


Well, I was getting bored anyway.
reneger: (pic#11803760)

[personal profile] reneger 2019-11-21 06:38 am (UTC)(link)
( maybe, if he weren't fighting someone who was already anticipating a stupid, reckless kid to try and pull some scrappy moves. this kid isn't the first to pull crap like this on him, and definitely won't be the last.

hell--it's how he and damian play fight. there's barely any force behind his own block--forearm raising to stop the jab before it shoves into him and he takes a solid step forward, trying to push this kid back and away from the direction of the group he was chasing after. they're already gone down the alley, but you never know.

except actually looking at him means seeing his face. jason talking means hearing him too. unfortunate how that causes the whole game to shift; brows furrow tight, lips pinch together, and he does let his guard down for just a moment. )
Christ.

( you would think with the different dick grayson, the older, sadder bruce wayne who made his way through here--the numerous kara's, this wouldn't be surprising.

but still. )
purrsistence: laughing (004)

[personal profile] purrsistence 2019-11-21 06:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ Speaking of half-cats, there's a half-human-half-cat girl nearby who just managed to duck the tail-lashing that caught the Doctor. She stands up again after he goes flying and... laughs, a little meanly, like she's having a good time. ]

Wow! That one really got you! Gotta be faster than that!

[ She does not, unfortunately, make any move to help him up. A rude child indeed. ]
Edited 2019-11-21 06:47 (UTC)
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davina claire | the originals

[personal profile] pentagram 2019-11-21 07:06 am (UTC)(link)
NETWORK
    @ davina.mikaelson
    Are the tacos good? I'm asking for an actual friend.


    [ don't judge her for wanting to take kol out on a cheap date. ]


FESTIVAL
    [ while new orleans is a hub of activity, festivals, drinking, and murder, davina still feels unfamiliar and uncomfortable in the middle of this one. she stands off to the side with a scowl on her face and her arms crossed against her chest, eying the the street-wide games of laser tag.

    look, no one can blame a girl who had her soul obliterated in a witchy death realm for wanting to play a damn game. it looks harmless enough—almost normal… not that davina has any inkling of what that means or how to play laser tag. but she feels trepidation at the idea of participating. what if she's not good enough? what if she messes it up? what if she's out before she can really get into it?

    it's all so stupid and so human to worry about those things.

    if she's not tapping her foot, it's her fingers against her arm that move with impatience. despite there being a lot more to do at the festival—the food trucks look like a good discovery and there's a cool reality game somewhere—all she wants to do is shoot somebody.

    at least she gets to pull someone out of the way of a game of very passionate players. ]
    Hey! Are you okay?


MONSTERS
    [ look, don't judge her for having a large stick in hand.

    panting from running from the gigantic godzilla-wannabe monsters, she takes cover in a nearby alley way. if she had her connection to her magic, she'd be able to get rid of this monster and all of its friends with a few quickly murmured spells. instead, all she has is this… power that she's been given.

    maybe if she waits it out, she can go find her friends and figure out a plan. taking shelter is only ever a temporary solution for someone like her.

    too bad the universe has yet another set of plans for one davina claire.

    spotting the monster turning around and spotting someone nearby, davina runs out and raises her hands. the lizard creature cries out in agony, taking a few stumbling steps back. ]
    Ugh! Come on! [ she grabs whoever roughly by the arm and pulls them into the dark alley way. ]


GROSS STUFF HERE FOR KOL
FESTIVITIES FOOD TRUCKS & EMPATHY BOND
    [ when kol's hand brushes against hers, she discretely pulls her own away. every time they touch, she seems to feel… elation. it's a strange, out of place sort of elation—it's not hers. it's intense and heightened, so overwhelming she sometimes wonders if her knees are going to buckle underneath the weight of it.

    it doesn't take a genius to figure out it's this place. every time she touches him, she feels… something. it's nice and reassuring, but it makes her head spin to think kol mikaelson loves her that much. that she can make someone feel that much.

    pulling her hand away a little awkwardly, davina abruptly points to the food trucks. ]
    Do you want to get some food?

    [ it's not that she doesn't want to hold kol's hand… or be around kol… or touch kol… it's just that she doesn't want him to get a handle on what she's feeling. while it's definitely been an overwhelming sense of relief and safety since waking up here, she also feels… scared and angry.

    so, so very angry. ]


WILDCARD
    [ if there's anything you wanna do that i didn't do we can do it together ( ̄▽ ̄)ノ. canon point is season 3 finale. her power in game is molecular speed manipulation :). feel free to assume cr already since this won't be game canon! ]
overrate: (YOU MADE ME USE MONOPOLY)

[personal profile] overrate 2019-11-21 07:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ Jason figures it's better to hit first, ask questions later. As far as he knows, he's part of the same group he was just tracking. Though, it feels weird to be pushed away from, and not toward an ambush. His first clue that maybe, maybe something was off. But he doesn't question it immediately.

Because he notices that guard lowering for a moment, and he takes his shot, one more time. He raises his punch over the other man's guard, aimed straight at his jaw, clearly not here to play. He can't stand the idea of not being taken seriously, and there's a sneaking suspicion in his mind that he isn't in this situation. ]


Who the fuck are you?

[ now he takes a good look at the guy in front of him. And it's enough to give him a pause. ]
gasping: (312)

@caroline.forbes

[personal profile] gasping 2019-11-21 01:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ squints @ "mikaelson" ... too bad caroline's a s2 tvd baby who knows jack shit ]

the grasshopper ones are gross, but there's a good fish taco truck

[ have some coordinates to a small industrial park near the pulsar headquarters, davina, you're welcome. ]
evite: (aos301_065)

fight club!

[personal profile] evite 2019-11-21 01:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ fun new amsterdam facts: daisy once went out on a date with jason todd. jay, at the time. or matches. multiple identities is a whole thing they have in common. it went... okay.

that jason todd is not this jason todd, however. this jason todd (to be henceforth known as "strange antsy dude" until otherwise advised) is currently loitering near the back entrance of the petrov-riverside establishment, making all the bouncers in the area very much on edge. he's not doing anything, not really, but it's obvious to anyone with half a brain that maybe he was doing something before that made him particularly not welcome.

lucky for him, daisy's nosy. flush with cash, friendly with the bouncers, familiar with the place given her relationship to one of the better fighters on the docket... but also, and most importantly, really fucking nosy. ]


Is this guy bothering you?

[ is she talking to aforementioned strange antsy dude? or to her favorite bouncer, currently distracted and staring into space, presumably watching porn on his implant? it's up in the air and unclear, but daisy takes the opportunity to clasp a hand on clothed shoulder, pull the dude away from the wall. no empathy bond (yet), maybe later. ]

You know they charge a fee to get in, right?

[ okay, now she's definitely talking to strange antsy dude. ]

Did you blow all your money on a shit bet or something?
pentagram: (pic#13032826)

[personal profile] pentagram 2019-11-21 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)
You tried the grasshopper ones?

[ gross and also she wants to try them, too!!! ]

What other gross fillingss do they sell?
reneger: (pic#11789386)

[personal profile] reneger 2019-11-21 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)
( it lands, fist slamming into his jaw and jason's neck cranes along with it. follows the hit because it's--significantly more painful to tense up against one and he knows well enough how to take a punch.

it throws him off for a moment, but then the kid is talking again and his attention refocuses onto him. )
I could ask you the same question.

( probably knows the answer already. he knows his own facial features, even if there are some significant differences he's fairly certain this future hasn't resorted to cloning and fastaging said clones yet. )

Jason Todd. ( his own name, thank u. )
deadthenred: (207)

bucky barnes / marvel 616

[personal profile] deadthenred 2019-11-22 02:27 am (UTC)(link)

001. exploring the changes



[ The first thing Bucky does is make the bed. He isn't sure why. It isn't a nice bed, and it doesn't feel like it belongs to him. It's a funny thing about safehouses— they never feel safe. But he notices something in how his fingers catch, doing this regular work, so after he is finished folding the sheets over his blanket, US Army style, he sits at the foot of the bed and starts looking at his arm. His left arm, the one that isn't flesh. They must have done some adjustments on it when he was under, and he hadn't noticed while he was drugged.

He sits there, for a good five minutes, moving his metal fingers, trying to figure out what's been changed. ]


002. dreams



[ It looks like a newsreel, but the dirt is brown and red and the noises are all in color. Only the sky is grey. Bombs fall out of biplanes, and smoke, and the smell of burning oil. There are corpses on the ground wearing pea-soup colored helmets that didn't help enough and pieces of rooftop paving the street. You can't see them, but you know the enemy is nearby, waiting like steel for flint.

Only two figures are clearly visible. The one is dressed in the American flag, and somehow, the whites in his costume aren't stained. The other is Bucky, wearing blue underwear over red tights and a small mask that doesn't do much to obscure his identity. He's younger, maybe seventeen, and he's carrying a Thompson sub-machine gun. ]


Cap! Cap! Look out for the internet!

003. monsters



[ He is only a few miles from the safehouse when he sees the yellow irises flash from the alleyway. It can't be one of the giant monsters he's heard about— this one is only the size of a Manahattan dumpster.

Which is still a lot bigger than Bucky.

He looks to the person next to him, who he knows is one of his fellow Displaced. ]


Please tell me you are packing heat.

[ Bucky just got here and they've taken all his guns. ]


004. [Bad username or site: bucky @ barnes]



Has anyone heard of the Avengers?

[ Step one in Nick Fury's Alternate Universe Handbook: try to find the people you can work with. Probably. ]
overrate: (We all know Dracula is hot.)

Re: fight club!

[personal profile] overrate 2019-11-22 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
--Hey! Woah, woah, woah.

[ he quickly brushes her hand off, as casual as he can be. where all his money had went so far was his business. but also, it was an old habit to sneak in through all sorts of duplicitous methods. And that? means waiting for someone going out the employee door and following behind them. at least, that was the plan.

Til she draws attention right to him again. ]


Yeah, I know. Why do you think I'm out here? And it's not like I'm bothering anyone-- unless you wanna be bothered.

[ plausible deniability, right? he's new. no one needs to make any value judgments. ]

Because I'd be down.
overrate: (That's right: we got 69 left.)

[personal profile] overrate 2019-11-22 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
Bullshit.

[ right? it had to be. and he's annoyed that the first guy he's met that knows how to take a goddamn punch is the guy that's also casually saying he's Jason Todd. He may not have much of a backstory, just some poor kid plucked out of obscurity by one Bruce Wayne.

But that's his fucking name. he stands a little straighter-- definitely not wanting to seem small. Still just a kid with a chip on his shoulder and something to prove. ]


Because I'm Jason Todd.
Edited 2019-11-22 03:47 (UTC)
reneger: (pic#11803763)

[personal profile] reneger 2019-11-22 06:10 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, obviously. I know my own face.

( he knows how instinctive it is to try and make himself just that much bigger, too. to demand that people take him seriously, that he's fine all on his own. jason doesn't need to puff himself up anymore; but he remembers when he felt the need to.

when dick grayson showed up, they played a game of fifty questions. when bruce did, it was stupid word games. cass and steph didn't need any of that shit, thank christ. and hell, he and damian had arrived in the same group and that had still been a mess. he was terrible to deal with as a thirteen year old gremlin, but at eighteen with nothing left? worse. IDs were spoiled before they could even be fleshed out. and now he's got--himself. younger--but not as young as he'd expect. somewhere between stages that definitely doesn't match up to his timeline, and none of it even strikes him as odd because he's--been through this five or six times already. doesn't make it any easier to figure out where to go from here though.

may as well ask. )
You wanna do this the easy way or the hard way?
thinline: (but is it a good idea?)

001. // can i really only pick one?

[personal profile] thinline 2019-11-22 06:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ this reality has been the most unsettling wraith has experienced in a long time. even after a few weeks of "settling in," her skin still crawls with the memory of numbness and confusion… and anger. hair shaven, a neural implant, stripped of everything she had and was again… she'd built herself back up over the course of 5 years, and suddenly it's all back to square one.

still, she's quieted herself enough to not feel instantly triggered by it all. being surrounded by newcomers—displaced—just like her, going through the motions, is sobering.

she's noticed one of them in particular continues to stare at his metallic arm. prosthetics aren't strange to her, but she empathizes with the long, self-questioning gaze.

maybe it's time to forge connections. calmly and curiously: ]
What's missing there?
overrate: (YOU MADE ME USE MONOPOLY)

[personal profile] overrate 2019-11-22 07:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ this is fucking weird. and he doesn't like it. at all. shit's felt on fire for what feels like ages now, and now he's got some guy claiming to be him? Claiming to recognize "his own face?" Jason doesn't know what a good excuse for this is-- because the only real life example he's got is Conner and his weird cloning, two dad's situation.

And he sure as fuck doesn't like the implications (this guy's clearly older, just like Supes is clearly older than Conner).

Actually, it's freaking him out. But also, he's definitely not showing shit. Or trying not to, beyond scanning the man in front of him in clear disbelief. ]


Seriously? You're gonna claim to be me or-- or that I'm you or whatever, and ask that question?

[ this situation's fake. ]

Fuck off.

[ time to take another swing. this time for trying to play mindgames with him. fuck mindgames. ]
Edited 2019-11-22 07:42 (UTC)
fledges: (pic#12597061)

kate bishop | marvel 616 | re-app??? idk what i'm doing it's fine

[personal profile] fledges 2019-11-22 08:03 am (UTC)(link)
Exploring the Changes

[Kate isn't really sure how she ended up at the safehouse. One second she was in her crappy, rundown apartment on the other side of town, and now she's... not. She's used to weirdness, especially after landing here, but she has absolutely no idea what's going on. Absently, she runs her fingers through her hair and finds that it's longer. The realization sends a shiver down her spine, and confusion turns to something deeper, something harder to shake off.

Get it together, Kate, she tells herself, shoving the anxiety down. It's fine. Well, okay, it's not fine, but it comes with the territory. Freaking out isn't going to do anything.

The little pep talk doesn't do much, but at least she's on familiar ground. It makes it easier to start searching the building for friendly faces, which... are apparently hard to come by. Those who have been here a while but don't recognize her might be savvy enough to notice that she doesn't quite have the shellshocked look of a new arrival, despite her confusion. Every time she sees a shock of black hair and realizes it isn't Loki or Jason or Damian, she has to quell the rush of disappointment.

Eventually, she just reaches out to tap the shoulder of the next person she sees.]


Hey, what day is it?

[Totally normal question, right?]

Enjoy the Festivities

[So, something deeply weird has happened. Apparently she disappeared for months and just... popped back at the safehouse like nothing. It bothers the hell out of her, and eventually she can't handle staying there anymore. She heads out into the city, only to run into the festival.

It's not like anything else could make her feel more disconnected and weird, so... Food trucks. Sure. Whatever. One of the sellers shoves something into her hands, something that looks suspiciously like chocolate-covered grasshoppers on a stick, and she wrinkles her nose.]


You're going to have to put a lot more chocolate on this if you want me to buy it.

Wildcard

[Hit me with something else, or tweak one of my starters, and I'll run with it!]
thinline: (we work well together)

3 -

[personal profile] thinline 2019-11-22 08:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ the allure of a fight club is just the flavour of danger wraith needs to feel at home again, or so she believes. however, she also had been deflected by the bouncer earlier for lack of coin. somehow it was a much more extravagant number than expected. if she still had her powers, she could phase into the club… but she has a better idea, especially once she sees a boy with the same heated look on his face as someone willing to fight for what he wants.

after all, there's two types of people who rally to a bloodsport: the buyers and the fighters. Boldly, she steps out of a shadow, ice blue eyes gleaming in the alley light. ]


You want to get in? Then let's get in. Sign up with me.
thinline: (but is it a good idea?)

just play it cool, bishop. also, festival prompt bc grasshoppers are A+

[personal profile] thinline 2019-11-22 08:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ Similar to Kate, Wraith felt antsy at the safehouse and needed to take a walk. Figures a festival is going on. Locals parading, colours everywhere. It looked like a celebration in Solace, especially ones before a new season started for the Apex Games. It was uncanny, but the scarf-wearing Legend is here now, so why the hell not dive into these famed chocolate-covered grasshoppers.

With less nose wrinkle and more disbelieving stare, Wraith stands by the food truck window contemplating her decision and responding to the new customer's commentary. ]


I want to say I've eaten weirder, but these don't like regular grasshoppers. Save your money and split this with me, maybe?
fledges: (102)

IF ONLY KATE KNEW HOW TO BE COOL

[personal profile] fledges 2019-11-22 08:30 am (UTC)(link)
[In all of her months (more than months? God, that makes her want to throw up) here, Kate has eaten bugs... Once. She glances over at the other woman, then sighs, as though resigned to her fate.]

Sometimes this place actually makes me want to go vegan.

[Because, alas, cheese isn't really a thing here, either, and so pizza is a constant disappointment.]

Have you had these before? How much do they... crunch?
fledges: (052)

004 - @kate.bishop

[personal profile] fledges 2019-11-22 08:32 am (UTC)(link)
i hear the sequel is better

[Ha ha, get it?]
thinline: (grenade incoming)

YOU JUST HAVE TO BELIEVE

[personal profile] thinline 2019-11-22 08:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ bugs are a fair source of protein, as wraith will point out: ]

Bugs in general are nutritious, especially if you're trying to survive out in the wild with no conventional food source.

[ still, it doesn't mean they're her favourite thing. she grimaces slightly and glances at kate. ]

Since they're fried, probably pretty crunchy. But with the chocolate, I'm expecting something of a peanut texture. The worst part is the legs though. They could get caught between your teeth. Feel free to pluck them off.

[ with that, she extends the little box with the skewered bug treats towards her companion-in-disgust. take the stick, kate. take it. ]
thinline: (getting shot was your mistake)

Wraith | Apex Legends

[personal profile] thinline 2019-11-22 08:48 am (UTC)(link)
1 > NETWORK

@renee.blasey
Squad up or verse me. I'll either help you win or take your crown. Your choice.


2 > LASER TAG

[ if anyone wants to follow up on her gaming invitation and/or taunt, wraith is strapped up and waiting for the next match. for the first time, her heart races the way she wants it to. ]

3 > NEW ABILITIES

[ safehouse. safe house. house? more like a refugee camp. it reminds her of the frontier war's straggling battles and the aftermath of sick and injured on the road to recovery—because that's what the displaced are, what she is, for now.

and it aches.

the head voices that burdened her so many years before are sorely missed. now, everything is too quiet. too dark. too—ugh, stop complaining and do something!

uncaring of who's around watching or listening, she paces while gripping her right wrist. her fingers curl, shaking as she focuses her energy into that hand. come on— what should be happening isn't happening. that familiar blue-white crackle of the Void doesn't appear. instead, the harder she tries, the more painful her chest feels. she grits her teeth, resisting, until she can't anymore. blue light glows hot beneath her shirt, and wraith falls to her knees coughing. ]
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