01. Test Drive Meme

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TEST DRIVE MEME


Thinking about joining Iterum? Unsure of who to bring or if they'll even fit the setting? Posting here offers you the chance to find out how they'll do while getting the sample for done for their application.

→ Comment down below with the character you'd like to test drive in the setting. Don't forget to add their name and canon in the subject line.
→ Choose a scenario or create your own, and tag around!
→ Test drives will be posted regularly in the months of March, June, September, and December.
→ Threads in the test drive are NOT eligible to use for activity checks, however, you can make them game canon if you wish and both you and your scene partner agree.


Possible Scenarios
Please note that all characters will initially arrive in their assigned housing; they are free to explore the City to their heart's content after that!

01. Arriving: You're pretty sure you knew where you were before you closed your eyes. But somewhere between then and now, you discover that you're definitely not there. In fact, the setting is so unfamiliar to you that it's bordering on unnerving and questions start to stack. Have you been abducted? Did you get drunk and pass out somewhere and not remember? Whatever the case, you need some answers. Or maybe this is familiar and the only thing that doesn't make sense is the layer of dust on everything around you which obviously means some time has passed. How much? No one seems to know. What you do know is that sitting around and waiting for answers is likely not going to happen.

So, you set out and hope to run into someone in the City that looks like they may be in a similar situation. Or, at the very least a person that might be able to provide some explanation. Veteran Chosen, make sure you warn the new people about the Shadows and advise them to steer clear of dark alleys and things that go bump in the night.

02. Party, party!: Now that you've arrived and hopefully settled, it's time to unwind. Inside your welcome basket is an invitation from the Duchess, who has decided to celebrate the growing population of the City with a massive "Welcome to the City" party in the Tower District. Wine spills free, and drugs abound, this is the kinda party that caters to all! The wicked and debauched demons and the good and decent who, if not careful, might end up tainted and corrupted at some point, like everyone else. Even if it's only for one night, why not cut loose and forget about whatever is pressing on your mind?

Nothing to wear? Check your closet, we're sure you'll find something suitable to wear.

03. Prominence: Everyone knows that the City sometimes influences its population on a monthly basis. Unfortunately, you arrived right in the middle of a heavy Prominence. Lust, Greed, Gluttony, Envy, Wrath, Sloth, or Pride: choose your sin and get wicked. You'll find it's hard to avoid being sinful, almost as if your basic instincts are taking over.

04. Run!: A lot can go wrong in the City; demon attacks, muggings or there's even danger of being plucked from the streets and forced to partake in the Coliseum's version of Fight Club (if you know, you know). There are plenty of unsavoury types that all Chosen must be aware of. They rule the night, and once the sun goes down it becomes the Sinning Hour. Demons and monsters and humans capable of inciting just as much fear, if not more, come out to play. Mind yourself. It's hardly a tea party out there.

05. Network: Broadcast a video, voice or text message to anyone in your phone's directory. All Chosen have a device that they can use to communicate. Those that are returning will find their phone as it was, though without any contact that was previously in the City that is not currently. For the newly Chosen, a device will be supplied in your welcome basket and will match the type of telecommunications that was being used at the time of their exit.

06. Wild Card: Choose your own adventure in the game's multiple settings!



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Anne Bonny | Black Sails | Open!

[theyknewmyname]

i. arrival

Waking up in a strange place isn't always off-putting for the pirate. She drinks with the burliest of men, sometimes drinking them all under the table before dropping the act to stumble her way to a comfortable spot to sleep it off. Only one man bothered to try and take advantage of her while she was sleeping and it didn't end well for him.

She'd sailed with Jack and Charles Vane and even Teach for days to weeks on end; days that blurred from one into the other until it was pointless to keep track of anything other than what ship was out in the distance and the colours they were sailing under.

Anne woke in the Coliseum district, inside a building that is about as foreign to her as everything else around her. She's never seen a city like this before, not even in one of her wildest dreams where her imagination could run wild. There were machines on wheels, rolling down hard surfaces. Lights that had no open flame behind them. Colours so dark and muted she had to squint after blinking to make sure she had opened her eyes again.

She wanders the streets all night, right up until dawn before she finds the harbour and the waterfront. To say she was overwhelmed, would be the biggest understatement and Anne hardly moves from her spot in the sand until sundown again, trying to figure out what to do next.

[ ii. RUN! ]

After watching her hold her own in a fight at the docks, Anne finds herself approached by a fat lard of a man and told he will pay her money for each fight she wins and it's a deal she simply cannot refuse.

Anne stands at the sidelines, waiting her turn to fight in the structure most call the Coliseum, which reminds her of another building she's seen in books, in a place called Rome.

As she watches each bout, Anne pays close attention to how each person fights. One fight is hand to hand. Another is with weapons. The last is with pistols. The unfortunate loser of that match is carried off the field moments before Anne is motioned into the arena.

[ iii. wildcard ]

[ Feel free to find Anne at any of the various locations around the Coliseum district or somewhere near the docks stealing and picking fights with the shadier assholes down there. Can also be found in the hallways at St. John's. ]

Devi D | It's time to Rock, rock again

[artistwithasickness]

Arrival

A sharp ear would hear a whistling that was out of place for the street, something falling and fast. Falling far too, by the length of the sound but any questions about what it was would be answered in three.. two...

The sound of flapping clothing joins the whistle and a moment later, a Girl slams into the ground. The pavement fractures out in a concave circle around her with her leather trench coat, embroidered with a symbol across her back, as dusty as the big black boots and the wild shock of purple hair. She's still for a long few minutes, long enough to worry a normal sort of person, but it doesn't really take her long to come to with a rough groan.

"Jezzus," comes a soft and feminine voice after the groan, and Devi pushes herself over onto her back, long limbs sprawled out as she blinks and squints green eyes as they adjust to the light change. "I do not remember asking for that ride."

Roaming

Once she'd gotten herself sorted, Devi took to looking around. Was this still the City she remembered? She started with the Tower district, eyeballing the Tower itself and the office that used to sit at the top of it. She couldn't help but have a million questions, most of which might start a war if she goes digging into anthills that weren't yet fully formed. Would someone be home if she went and poked around?

With a deep sigh and a tightening of her lips, Devi decides to ignore her instincts for today and heads towards the docks. OHM used to be there, and if she couldn't look for any of the answers she wanted to, she could at least see if her artwork was still here. See if her art gallery was still attached on the far side of OHM.

After that it was a visit to her old apartment, to see how much of the City had really been preserved. No, she wasn't quite the same Devi that had been here but she is me and we are D and everyone's together, after all.

Wild card!
Catch her anywhere in between!

roaming!

[theyknewmyname]

Along the side of a towering brick wall, around the corner from the main entrance into OHM, Anne had a man against the wall and a knife at his throat murmuring threats that only he could hear before she turns him loose with a patch of wetness on the front of his pants.

Catching the movement in the corner of her eye, Anne spins and eyes Devi warily, keeping her blade out just in case.

Sara Lance — DCTV

[canaria]

Arrival, lust housing
Sara's eyes snap open in a place that looks familiar enough to her, despite the fact that it looks like she took a decades long nap around her. She gets up from her bed just as quickly, opening the nearest window in her room, and - in an effort to both test the metahuman powers she'd had in he city before and an effort to see if anyone nearby would recognize her display as such - clears her throat and let's out a loud scream. The kind that can shatter things if she's not careful, her own canary cry, sonic scream, whatever you want to call it. Then she's silent. She might try a couple more times too. Just call her the 6 am rooster of the city apparently.

Around town
She starts walking around town, looking for familiar faces. If she sees one she'll ask them, "Do you know who I am?"; a good start, she feels.

For unfamiliar faces, they get a greeting of: "Hey, quick question. Uh, what the fuck?" In a tone that's somehow confused yet non threatening. Confused because this is both the place and not the place she remembers last being in.

Maybe you also find her later in the day absolutely tossing someone trying to mug her into a brick wall. She's not got super strength, and she's small, but a trained assassin knows how to use that. Duck?

Samantha Moon | Vampire: The Requiem

[thegreatexperiment]

Arrival
Anyone in the Tower or nearby could hear it, the raging, roaring scream of a woman: "Avery, you asshole!" Who Avery was, or why he was an asshole, would be left unexplained. Sam wasn't exactly in the mood to provide context. Mostly, she was kind of in the mood to break things. Which she did, sending a chair through the window of the apartment where she woke up.

She could have done more damage. Like, a lot of damage, seriously. But that glass window shattering stopped her. The shattering specifically. Because why was it solid, why was it whole? For the last...what, half a year? Something like that. For the last half a year, every window Sam encountered seemed pretty broken. Like the fucking world. The fucking broken world. When she crept to the window and peered out, though, what she saw made no damn sense.

Next thing she knew, she was running down the stairs, taking them two at a time, her shining, plastic curls bouncing against the back of her shoulder as she tore out into the night. Into what was clearly not Los Angeles. "What the..." She brushed her hair back from her face, blue eyes wide. "What the actual fuck?"

Yeah. That was pretty much all she had, at the moment.

Run!
It took Sam a few days to calm down. It would take longer to wrap her brain around all of this because fucking Einstein-Rosen bridges being real? What the shit was that and why wasn't she writing out a paper to win a Nobel right now?

Well, you needed Sweden to win a Nobel. And there wasn't any kind of Sweden to be found, as far as she could tell.

Anyway, what worried her more than the lack of Sweden was the possibility of Kindred. They were like roaches. She ought to know, she'd survived the fucking end of the world. There had to be more in the city, so she was doing her best to subtly draw them out. Maybe there was a Prince. Maybe there were primogen. Who knew? No one was telling her anything. So she was out on the town with a can of spraypaint, tagging walls with her symbol--a crescent moon in front of a strand of DNA--hoping to get someone's attention. She used to be Carthian, she had contacts. Maybe. Einstein-Rosen bridges aside. It was confusing.

As she shook out her can to tag another wall, though, she heard the sound of...well, some kind of movement. Something sliding across the pavement. It sort of sounded like sandpaper. Only...wet?

"Fuck," she said, taking in a sharp breath.

Wild Card
[OOC: Come at me with prompts. I'm pretty flexible. But overall CW for lots and lots of swearing.]

Run!

[somepartsbroken]

Thinking of roaches tended to make them appear. Did she expect anything less?

Dorian was making his way back from OHM, the long unneeded sunglasses now tucked into his t-shirt, a jean jacket on despite it not being cold. He heard the scrape against the concrete, and curiosity would always get the worst of him.

Peering around the alleyway, the moon caught his eyes first. Not quite what one would expect, but a pretty nice moon. Oh shit, there was a demon there. "Well, fuck." The two words fell from his mouth without his mind registering it. Yet, he didn't move to help.

If he learned anything from worlds of friendship with people like Devi D, Zoey, and Helena. His place was to stand there until someone yelled for help. And yet. "There's a two by four near the dumpster!" He called out, quietly watching to see if she wanted help or cursed him out. The world may never know.

christine delacroix | original character

[enchantibiotic]

{ arrival }

[ The first thing Christine thinks when she awakens is "Not again." It should be noted that this is not because she's been to the City before, but rather this isn't her first kidnapping. Really, she's starting to wonder if she isn't a magnet for this sort of thing. The second thing she thinks is "Azoth? Where are you?" Thankfully that question is answered quickly by the brief brush against her mind by her animas, who is in the next room exploring. Christine walks out to join the small peregrine falcon and take her first proper look at the City through the the impressive windows of the Magnolia Tower.

Well, this tells her nothing about where she is or who brought her here. It seems she'll have to investigate so off she goes. And it only takes her a few minutes to understand what an elevator is before she's at ground level and exploring the city. It's impossible to know if she's alone in being kidnapped but seeing how she's allowed to just walk the streets her kidnapper wasn't keen to keep her confined. The woman squints up at the skyscrapers in between watching her step so as not to run into anyone. Granted, the falcon on her shoulder is also good at telepathically warning her as well. ]

{ party, party }

[ Christine assumes that by attending this welcome party that she'll get some answers as to why she's actually here and after checking the closet she finds a suitable gown. It really isn't made to have a falcon sit on her shoulder all night so she carefully slips Azoth into a shoulder bag to bring along. Naturally the bird is released from her prison as soon as they arrive and perches on the back of Christine's chair to watch the proceedings. Playing nervously with the vial of blue liquid she wears on a pendant around her neck, Christine eyes the other guests. Are they all in the same predicament? When offered wine she smiles politely and shakes her head no. Again, she's becoming an expert at being kidnapped. The last thing she needs is to set a new record after being drugged. Eventually she decides to open up to someone seated at the table with her. ]

So, is this your first kidnapping?

{ network }

I am not unfamiliar with devices such as these used to communicate over distances, but can someone tell me if this is the best method with which to do research on this city? Or would the library have more information?

There is a library here, isn't there?

Network

[tolife]

The devices are a bit of a learning curve. Do not worry there. As for the best way to research the city, I confess I have no answer there. I have scoured the library many times with no luck, which I suppose answers your second question as well. The internet does not offer much either, much to my disappointment.

[ Man, he wished they had texting in the 80s. So many conversations he could have avoided.]

Andrew Jaeger | Original

[bloodalwaystells]

Arrival (Wrath District to start)

The last thing he remembers is being about to die. Rainy night, the glare of headlights, a lonely stretch of road.

"Hello, Sebastian. Easterbrook sends his regards."

So it's a surprise to find himself...someplace else entirely. Someplace quiet, small mercy, almost comfortable. At least, as comfortable as any hotel he's spent time in, and he's breathing and that's kind of critical, right?

It doesn't stop him from stumbling out into the streets. Jaeger is a big man, a veritable wall of a human being, with close-clipped black hair and eyes the blue-gray of well-washed denim. His presence is hard to miss, and he's yet more noticeable for the disorientation that clearly shows, a watchful fear setting his mouth in a grim line and an increasingly frantic stride.

Deep breaths. Be calm, be steady. He stops in the middle of the sidewalk, heedless of the foot traffic around him or how far he's wandered, and...

He's just going to sit down here for a minute. He folds to the pavement and just sits there, trying not to panic. It's kind of a spectacle, except for how silent it is- a forty year old man in a clear state of shock, running his hand through his hair repeatedly and trying to hold back screaming fits.

He could probably use some help.

Party, Party

The suit is exactly his size, which is suspicious all on its own, but in search of answers, Jaeger is going to the party, apparently.

There's a glass of wine in his hand, but it's all but forgotten as he gazes at the crowd. He's not much for debauchery, and he stands stiffly, the watchful demeanor of someone used to keeping watch. Taking in the crowd, making note of the flow of guests and who seems to know who. Who seems to know anything really, because that's why he put on the damn suit and is drinking wine he's not actually drinking.

"This is all very hospitable of them, isnt it?" he observes wryly. His voice is a low, rough rasp, the vestige of some illness or injury, but clipped and clear with practice and upbringing.

Network (text, open)

Good evening, to whoever this is reaching. I hope you're all doing your best to stay safe, as it seems the city suffers some kind of...infestation.

Does anyone have further information about these creatures? I didn't get close enough to see much detail, it seemed to be mostly made of shadow.

Wildcard

((open to randomness, or PM or brimstonemuse for plotting! Will match prose or brackets))

Arrival

[liveforthemoment]

Maggie might have tripped over the guy if he wasn't such a tall man. She'd been wondering around trying to get herself re-familiarized with the place when she came upon Jaeger. the panic boiling just under the surface of his skin was rolling off of him in waves. Poor guy.

She wasn't about to leave him like that with all the things roaming around here, so heedless of any looks or odd comments the red head in a black over sized coat plopped herself down beside him on the sidewalk. She pulled a small bottle of water from her pocket offering it to him. "Asking if you're okay would seem almost insulting because clearly you're not." she said her voice soft but loud enough to be heard.

Bianca | Doctor Who expanded universe | Open!

[wormintheglass]

I. ARRIVAL

None of this place is familiar, but that doesn't bother Bianca. It may have been many long years since she called herself an adventuress, but it's like riding a bicycle, and she hasn't lost the knack.

She walks the streets in an increasing circle around the Tower, building up her mental map and looking for inhabitants. If you're not too obviously trying not to be observed, you may be greeted by a dark lady in a sleek, black dress. She is not tall, but she carries herself as though she is, and she walks with the confidence of a cat, as though all places are alike to her.

II. PARTY

Now this is more like it. Bianca is in her element. She's wearing a butter-soft leather underbust corset and not very much else. She has small breasts and strong dancer's legs, and she walks as though she's carrying a whip although all she actually carries is her tequila glass.

When she empties this, she turns to whoever's nearest, almost smiling.

"I know you aren't a waiter, dear heart, but - would you mind?"

party!

[unbusinesslike]

The man standing nearby glances over at being addressed, his gaze fairly cool and assessing. To be fair, he looks as though he might be a waiter, given the way he's dressed in early 19th century attire; frock coat, waist coat, cravat, breeches and so on, if not for the somewhat worn and disheveled look about him and the mild attitude of irritation he's exuding.

However, he had been a servant of sorts before coming to the city, so he is somewhat used to people—his master anyway—asking him to do things.

"Not at all," he replies, his Yorkshire accent somewhat pronounced. "What is it you're drinking?"

Dr. Herbert West | ReAnimator | Returning

[tolife]

I. Arriving:

One moment he was being shoved in the back of a car with a gun to the back of his head. The next West awoke in bed, under a familiar black, luxurious comforter. One that he was certain he had drug back to the house, it was dusty as was everything around him, but otherwise the same. His eyes trying to focus as he sat up. Everything appeared as he had left it last time he was in this part.

'What the hell...' He needed to get to the house and find Daniel and Megan. Pushing out of bed, he walked in the bathroom and that was when he noticed he was covered in dried blood. All he could do was stare a moment before taking a shower, changing and heading out of the Magnolia Tower through the lobby and into the street to try to hail a cab.

II. Run
Sometimes finding a cab in this hellhole was not worth it at all. Of course, he couldn't exactly walk through the city, but he was mad enough to try. Even knowing the dangers that lurked around every corner.

Walking with his head held high and the contacts in, instead of his glasses, as he had started doing here before. He was running locations in his mind. Megan's apartment in Shanty Town, Dan's in the Red Light District, the house by the graveyard. He still had his keys in his pocket. The house must be there.

A growl behind him had the scientist spinning on his heels with a pronounced click from his dress shoes. "Oh fuck." Clear, cold and unexpected. A demon close, and no weapon on him.

He didn't run, not yet, trying to stare the beast down. It was only once it growled again that he turned and started to run. A run in with his former enemy, death would be very inconvenient today.

III. Wildcard:
[ ooc; also feel free to run into Herbert at the hospital, or anywhere that catches your fancy. I can be reached on plukr opticon for plotting!]

2

[revmeup]

Harley hears the growl and her first human instinct is to run, get away from whatever threat is out there even before she knows it, but instead she turns on her heel and runs toward. Just in case it's something cool or funny. Maybe she'll be able to bring home a new friend for Brucie!

So while Herbert is facing down a demon, held in the tension of fight or flight, a bright red and blonde vision holding a huge javelin pops out from around a corner behind the demon.

"Oh hey!" she chirps, as if she knows one of them, "What's up?"

Dorian Carver | Vampire the Masqurade | OTA

[somepartsbroken]

I. - Arrival
Awake. Shake dreams from your hair. My pretty child, my sweet one. Choose the day and choose the sign of your day. The day's divinity. First thing you see.

The old Doors tune was drifting through the lazy air. Green eyes snapping open as the man gasped an unneeded breath. 'Did I go to sleep somewhere strange again? Did Matt give me a drugged drink? What? The thoughts tumbled over in his mind as he pushed off the coach he had awoken in, a moment spared to sway in time to the music as it played. Looking for his shoes, and his sunglasses. He recognized this little house as time passed.

Oh. Home again, home again, jiggity jig.

He moved along with the beat of the song as he made his way into the bedroom, tugging off his shirt and changing it. A pair of boots in the closet tugged on despite being dusty. No point in looking in the mirror. The tall vampire made his way out of his small house in Leisurebrook.

The tall messy headed vampire stepped out for the day, a red t-shirt that simply read 'I bite', A pair of blue jeans that were loose on his log legs and a pair of work boots. Sunglasses covered his face as he made his way to a cafe, idly wandering the street humming to himself, then to catch a ride to the tower district. There were always fun things there.

II- Party, party!
At first the vampire can be found lurking in corners doing his best Nosferatu, the movie not of his favorite clan, of course. In time, and after a drink or two, his sunglasses pushed up into his hair as he wandered up to someone at random. Gender? Species, doesn't matter. A pale hand offered over.

"Can I offer you a dance, love?" His accent is hard to peg. He's been many places over so many years, but he just seems so happy to just interact.

After a few spins around the dance floor, he can be found lounging in a chair, watching people with those bright green eyes of his. Taking note, learning and just enjoying the whole vibe of the place.

This world, and the others, they were always so much cooler than being back home.

III- Network
[ As always, the video starts upside down as he quickly rights it. The surrounding green, and flowers in view show he's laid down in someone's garden. A wide toothy grin, and no sign of fangs, greets everyone as the camera is righted. ]

Robot Roll call, Queen D, Caius, Draco, Glinda, Kit-Kat, or Matthew, any of you out there and kicking? Did you miss me?

[ It took everything in him not to say 'Daddy's back'. Maybe he was growing as a person. Unlikely. ]

IV - Wildcard
[Literally anywhere, Dorian likes to explore. If you wanna reach me to plot, hit me up on plurk at opticon ]

2

[revmeup]

Harley doesn't know what city this is, why she's here, or how she got here, but she'll be damned if that stops her from finding where to party. She's a few drinks in and riding the cusp of a perfect buzz when the stranger asks her to dance, and there's no reason not to so she does. It's fun and she makes it through an entire song and a half before getting distracted by someone or something else and peeling away.

When she sees him again later, she's a few more drinks deep so she has to take a moment to place how she knows him. She doesn't, not at all, but she recognizes him and that's good enough for a friendly drunk like her. She plops down on the arm of the chair and leans against his shoulder.

"What are we looking at?"

clint barton | mcu

[brandingproblem]

arrival
[Weird stuff has absolutely happened to him. Space travel. Time travel. Robot invasion. Half the universe disappearing and then coming back. When he comes to realize just how stuck he is and how actually weird the situation truly is, this is going to go up on the weirdness list for sure.

Initially, it's alarming but not the weirdest thing. He's closed his eyes for one reason or another and woken up elsewhere before. He's been kidnapped before. Normally he doesn't wake up to a furnished apartment with no guards and no bindings (and no raging hangover) with a fucking welcome basket.

He takes stock of what he has, what he doesn't. No contacts he's familiar with on the provided phone. City doesn't look familiar, but a lot of cities start looking the same after a while. Don't panic. He throws the hood of his hoodie up, covering the hearing aid still in place, and goes for a walk. Tries to get a lay of the land, first in the Coliseum district where he seems to have appeared at, and then further out. An answer to where he is. The City. Like that's an actual name. Tries to leave just to see what else is out there.

Is met with a dense grey fog. It disorients him enough to get him turned around, sent back the way he came. He tries this a few times until he finally simply is back in the new apartment. That spooks him.

He makes his way to the roof of St. John's, decides if he wants a better vantage point and a place to start for answers, then hell, the giant shining skyscraper tower in the middle of town is going to be the place to go.
(yeah okay good luck with that buddy)]

network: anonymous
Is there a Dick's around anywhere? Looking for hunting gear.

party
[He doesn't know where the clothes came from, but they are tailored to fit him, which is very suspect. What it means is that he looks oddly put-together for a party instead of dressed down or even out of place.

He's been out of the spy game for a while, technically, but he can't forget how to act undercover. He hides his displeasure for being here well, tries to blend in with a crowd. Polite, friendly, a dash of arrogance, a dash of awkward. He asks questions. About the City and its inhabitants, mostly. Though if he's talking to someone else as fresh to this as he is, he's much more willing to let the charade drop and commiserate.

He carries a drink around, occasionally brings it to his lips, but the more observant might notice it never gets any lower. What, like he's really going to trust anything here right now? Please. Especially with all the drugs just...freely being offered??] No thanks, I've got my drug of choice right here.

coliseum
[When he fights, it's usually from the shadows, across rooftops, in dark alleyways and dingy shopfronts. Not for a crowd.

But he needs to make some cash if he wants to survive long enough to find a way home. And so long as he's allowed (or even encouraged) to participate under a fake name and under a mask, even in a fucking costume, then he doesn't mind doing this. Does not mind donning the name Ronin again, even though he probably should, just for the sake of show.

It's not the same ensemble, given he burned that shit to a pile of ash, but it's along similar themes, the black and gold, a silhouette that gives an impression of a wandering samurai type. He doesn't always use swords or bows--but whatever is allowed in any given fight, he's good with. Maybe it's better if it isn't his preferred weapons. Keeps him from getting too deadly about it. He can take his licks without complaint; he's had worse over the course of his career, and even at his age, he keeps in excellent shape.

Easier, here, to tap into a mindset he was trying very hard to start to leave behind. Maybe that should concern him more.

But when he walks away, costume tucked in a bag, with fresh money burning a hole in his pocket, he finds it hard to argue against using every aspect of himself to his advantage here.]

wildcard
[go nuts, make some shit up! he's going to be doing plenty of exploring, probably getting up on rooftops like a good ol' vigilante type, being too old for this shit, getting his hands on a bow and Shooting Things (like, bad things, usually, or just hanging out at a shooting range), obtaining bits and bobs to make his own trick arrows, being a curmudgeon, not trusting shit for shit... he's gone deaf from all the fun loud explosive adventures he's been on but does have a hearing aid that works well for him; if it seems like he's ignoring you, he...probably has just turned it down or off.]

{ wildcard }

[enchantibiotic]

[ It's during one of his roof excursions that a peregrine falcon comes and lands beside him. It stares up at him, head tilting this way and that and if Clint has anything beside him the bird pecks at it like in might be contemplating a bit if thievery. Regardless of his reaction, it will get up to fly away a moment later, making circles around the roof first like it's having fun before it dives down towards the pavement. However, a quick glance over the edge with show a blonde woman holding out a gloved hand and the falcon lands neatly there. Then she looks up, shields her eyes against the glare of the sun, then waves at the man up above. ]

She thinks you're up to no good.

[ It's shouted up with a tinge of good humor to her voice. ]

John Childermass | Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell

[unbusinesslike]

Arriving

Currently, there's a man wandering about wearing early 19th century clothing along with a very perplexed look on his face. Unlike some of the recent arrivals, John Childermass is not a stranger to the phenomenon of someone suddenly finding himself in a strange place, although this city doesn't quite seem as though it's on the same level as the Faerie kingdom of Lost-Hope, the vague feeling of magic in the air notwithstanding. So no, probably not a part of Lost-Hope, given the somewhat... futuristic feeling? Which seems a bit un-Faerie-like, truth be told.

And then suddenly, Childermass has to leap back out of the way to avoid being run over by some sort of mechanical horseless carriage? What the bloody hell? Landing flat on his arse, looking both terrified and exceedingly pissed off.

Network

[The man in the video seems to be unaware he's broadcasting, his face appearing then disappearing as he turns the communicator over in his hands, muttering- ]

What manner of magical device is this?

Network Audio from @12peiceMcNugget

[somepartsbroken]

A strange one indeed, I don't know why, but many worlds have them. Quite useful if you ask me.

Are you new?

[ Just a normal sounding male voice, his accent is hard to place, but he sounds friendly enough.]

Lorna Dane — Marvel Comics 616

[geomagnetically]

Party
For once, Lorna puts her long green hair in a braid instead of wearing it loose and down. Her dress is a simple short black one, because when does a classic ever go wrong? Her black heels are decorated with tiny metal studs on them, because of course they are. It'll make a convenient weapon if things go awry here? Sure.

She's sipping some wine off to ye side a little for now, and asks the person next to her:

"Is this one of those brainwashing and gaslighting parties? Like, hey we know we kidnapped you and shit but we swear we're nice! Been there done that."

Followed by a big drink of wine.

Network
I wish I could say multiverse hopping right after being in the presence of my crazy powerful witch sister was unusual. I love her but wow this is getting a bit much.

😭

Anyone else *not* new to this shit? I'll trade fun stories. Like about those times I was in space.

wildcard
( Toss something else at me )

Network: From @TerrytownMan (be forewarned, the user name will change)

[somepartsbroken]

Pick me, pick me. I love swapping stories, and I've been around the preverbal block a few times myself!

And I need to hear about this powerful witch sister. Don't leave me hanging on bated breath.

Steve Rogers | MCU | Returning

[waypastasking]

(His canon: canon point is Tony's memorial service in Endgame. I am still deciding how many of his COS memories he is going to retain.)

Arrival
Steve had been to hell and back since 1943, and thankfully, he doesn't remember most of it. The last ten years, though, now those he remembers. He found a home in the City and had a family. He lived a whole other life away from the Avengers, and it was almost as if he only existed in the City and nowhere else.

He had been jolted awake brutally and once he was somewhat calm, he grabbed his Shield and moved cautiously around this newish City. Some parts looked familiar but none of what was in the City felt familiar. "Oh, hey! Stay out of the alleys, yeah?"

Network
I know how to use this thing. Okay, sorry. My name is Steve Rogers, and if you know me, check-in. If you don't know me, check in anyway. I want a head count.

[divaricate]

Last she remembered, she'd been dead in the city before. Now she's not and she has a hell of a post-death hangover. Worse than the time with Thanos; her head feels quite fuzzy, and she's wandering around trying to get her bearings.

She spins around at the sound of the familiar voice. "I always get into trouble." She hasn't lost her sarcasm.

daisy johnson | agents of shield (mcu)

[chuju]

arrival: is this hell?

[ It's not the first time Daisy Johnson has woken up someplace with no memory of how she got there. With a life like hers, you have to learn to roll with the punches (literally and figuratively). But this time she hadn't been expecting to wake up at all. Sure, there was a chance she might be rescued after destroying the Chronicom ship, but it wasn't a guarantee — she'd made her peace with that. So it's odd to wake up staring at a ceiling that isn't the Zephyr's, her body aching from the strain of the concussive blasts she'd used to trigger the explosion, but not odd enough to cause a panic. 

No, it's not until she doesn't find anyone else in the unfamiliar apartment that she begins to worry. It's the cell phone that really does it, though. She finds it innocently on the table and spends the next half hour spiraling. None of the numbers she knows by heart work. There isn't a single familiar face on the local network. And the lack of proper internet... It's enough to give a hacker nightmares. (Not that she needs any help in that department.) 

Despite growing up in a Catholic orphanage in Hell's Kitchen, she's never been particularly religious, yet she can't help but wonder: Is this the afterlife? Did she really die in the ship's explosion and this is her own special slice of purgatory? She isn't going to find answers within these four walls, so out she goes into the City, wandering the streets of the Coliseum district in her suit and gauntlets and slowly accumulating pieces of the new puzzle she's been dropped into.  ]

internet cafe: this is definitely hell

[ It always comes back to computers for Daisy. They were her first love, the things she could always make sense of in her life, so to be betrayed by them now when she needs them most... She'd entered the internet cafe with a sense of overwhelming relief; there wasn't a system yet created that she couldn't crack. Or so she'd thought. 

Her gauntlet-covered fingers fly across the smooth clacking keys as she types in another long string of code that does... absolutely nothing. It's the fifth time she's input commands she could program in her sleep and gotten no results whatsoever, and she is ready to flip a fucking table. But since that would probably get her kicked out of the cafe, she settles for an almost growl of frustration and mashing of keys before leaning her elbows on the table and covering her face with her hands. 

Breathe, Johnson. There's always an answer, you just have to find it. ]

the party: a spy's paradise

[ After hours wandering the City and finding frightfully few answers to her ever-growing list of questions, the next step is, obviously, to attend the fancy party advertised in the slightly creepy welcome basket. Really, it's the last place she wants to be, but if the event is as big a to-do as the invitation makes it out to be, maybe she'll find someone there who knows what's going on. The Big Picture stuff, not just how daily life works in this strange place. Or, if she's really lucky, maybe she'll find a familiar face in the crowd of strangers. 

It's not surprising in the slightest when there are clothes in the closet that fit her perfectly. Of fucking course there are. None of them are as inconspicuous as she would like, so after some debate, she finally decides to throw caution to the wind. She's already spent half the day out in her superhero suit, so what's the harm in drawing even more attention to herself? 

The outfit is certainly eye-catching from a design perspective, but what will really earn her second glances are the cuts, bruises, and scars on full display on her arms and back. She looks like she's been through a war, and she carries herself with a confidence born of physical strength and absolutely no fucks left to give. No, she doesn't want a drink. Get those drugs out of her face. Are those seriously demons over there in the corner? ]

the coliseum: on the warpath

[ Fuck. Fuck this place, fuck these districts, fuck every one of these assholes just living normal lives here while her world falls apart. By the time the sun goes down on this royally fucked up day, she hasn't made any headway whatsoever in figuring out if this place is hell, the Framework, or some vivid dream made reality. Holding in her rage and anxiety is a recipe for disaster just waiting to happen, so she decides to seek out a more healthy outlet for working out her frustrations. 

It isn't safe to be outside after dark? That's what the monsters of this world will be saying after they meet the Destroyer of Worlds because she's looking for a fight and she'll be damned if anyone gets in her way. ]

cafe

[brandingproblem]

[It's entirely possible, given her training, that she might have felt the sixth sense of a tail.

He doesn't know that, but he's as careful as he ever was when he was still an agent. He's not on the streets, no, but up above, shadowing her movements from rooftops. Clint doesn't recognize her, not the face, not the hair, but the uniform reeks of familiarity.

Could be it's wishful thinking. If she's new, she could be any type of military, any type of spy, and fuck if there aren't so many new people with new gimmicks coming out of the woodwork all the time. It doesn't have to mean anything. It could mean nothing at all. But it's got a certain stylistic design that has him missing his old uniform, and if nothing else, he's curious about those gauntlets. Those probably mean something.

And she carries herself like a woman on a mission.

When she ducks into, of all things, an internet cafe, he keeps watch. Waits a while. She doesn't come back out, which means she's actually doing something in there and not just trying to lose a tail, or charge her phone, or whatever. Cool.

He makes his way casually back down to street level, crossing into the cafe, keeps his profile low. Helps that he's in civvies, of course. He slides into the seat next to hers.]

No luck connecting to League of Legends, huh?

[he has teenagers okay]

[uglybug]

arrival.
[ There is a long moment when Mantis first wakes in which she simply sits in front of the welcome basket, staring at the contents and not particularly entranced by them. She and the Guardians, minus Gamora and plus Thor, had been leaving Earth, off to find their place again in the wide galaxy... and now...

... well, now she doesn't know at all.

It's an odd abduction that doesn't have her confined, so she takes advantage and goes out to explore, unabashedly watching people. Her stare is a little uncanny, unblinking. She'll follow someone she finds the slightest bit interesting without reservation.

She really isn't trying to be creepy. ]

run!
[ Maybe it's foolhardy to take a walk as the sun sets, but the cool air feels lively and refreshing on her skin and she finds herself feeling more at home under the stars than under a blue sky.

It's not long into her walk that she picks up a shadow - she notices it almost as soon as it falls into step behind her. It's staying to the shadows, out of her line of sight, matching its steps to hers.

Mantis presses her lips together into a thin line, one hand clasping her wrist as her steps quicken... Just a bit. Just a bit. No need to let them know that she knows they are there.

She can probably handle them. She's been abducted though and has no idea how or why; it seems arrogant to be over-confident in any way.

Mantis will fall into step with anyone who happens to be nearby, just in case. ]

run

[brandingproblem]

[He's been warned not to go out at night, not to linger if he does, that there are things that like to come out when the sun goes down.

It sounds like an urban legend or a fairy tale. And he isn't exactly afraid of whatever people or creatures might go bump in the night. He's more than capable of protecting himself if shit starts hitting the fan.

(This might end up reassessed later when he's had more time to come to terms with actually what goes bump in the City night, but--)

He doesn't get so much a tail as he does a surprise walking partner, and he only starts a little at her.] Oh! [Wait, he definitely recognizes her! She has a very distinctive look, after all.] Hi! You're, um, the...lady from the-- I don't think I caught your name. [Given the whole midst of battle and then loss of an ally thing.] You're with Rocket and his group of space misfits.

[#nailedit]

Sirius Black | those boy wizard books

[siriuslydementd]

Arriving

The first thing he knows is that this isn't London. Not that he's going to complain about that. He'd have given anything to get out of that house. Which is also why he doesn't question too much about how he got here. It's not like he would want to go home if he could.

So, free to go where and when he wishes for the first time in years, and not having to worry about being recognized, he's out wandering around the City, with no particular goal in mind, not even particularly paying attention to whatever threats he may be encountering.

Wild card

Sirius is spending little of his time inside. It's not that he has anything against inside. His lodging here is infinitely better than where he'd previously been living. It's just that he's been denied outside for so long that he's going to get as much of it as he can.

He's picked a sunny day to wander down to the shore, where he's currently sitting cross-legged, eyes closed, listening to the sound of the waves breaking. He's just soaking it all up, the warmth, the wide open spaces, the fresh air, and seems completely unaware of anyone who may approach him.

Wild card 2.0

Or choose your own wild card option!

Peter Maximoff XMCU

[silversneakers]

Arriving

So here we go again. Or is it again? He hardly remembers having left, but if he hadn't, then he couldn't have come back again in the same way he had returned in the first place. He's been gone for awhile, too, if the layer of dust is anything to go by. Otherwise everything seems to be the way he left it, though.

Which has him wondering what else is the same from how he remembers it. He heads outside to wander through the City, at a normal speed for once, to compare what he remembers with what he sees now, until at last he arrives outside what had been his arcade. Peering through the glass on the door, he notices with some relief that everything here appears to be as it had been before, too, and he reaches for the door handle to pull it open.

Party

Peter's always up for a party, especially one that involves free refreshments. Plus, there's a niggling thought at the back of his mind about a connection between his previous stay here and the Duchess, and he's hoping that attending the party can help him remember the significance.

He's avoiding the drugs entirely (with his metabolism, there's no point) but is sipping at a drink (not that he'll feel the affects of that either), partly because he enjoys it, but mostly just to fit in. He can also be found performing tricks by making things vibrate -- coins, dishes, bottles, anything sure to be impressive but that won't get him arrested (like he had been last time he arrived here).

Network video (un: quicksilver)

So is it just me, or does anyone else remember being here before?

Wild card

Choose your own adventure!

@network

[divaricate]

username: scarletwitch

---

[ she's gotten her bearings more, and finally videos in on the network. ]


Nooooooooope. Not just you.

Regulus Black | That book about a boy that lived or something and magic | Open

[royal_venant]

Arrival
Well, this was entirely unexpected.

One minute Regulus was being pulled down into the depths of a vast underground lake. The next moment Regulus opened his eyes he was standing a room overlooking an unfamiliar City. He wasn’t even wet anymore. For a panicked moment, Regulus thought this was just another treacherous trap set by Lord Voldemort- maybe some illusion charm meant to twist his mind? But when no terrifying, painful magical spell was triggered or no Death Eater popped out of the closet, Regulus started to suspect something else was afoot.

Wanting more answers than the welcome basket provided, though not wholly confident this was the right course of action, Regulus set out into the City.


Party, Party!
Regulus initially had no intention of attending the party. He read the invitation from the welcome basket and then had tossed it aside, uninterested in frivolity when he didn’t even know what was going on.

And at first, once he’d settled, the lack of anything reminding him- tying him to the string of extremely poor choices he’d made back Home was liberating. No call to join a Death Eater raid pulsing on his arm from the Dark Mark burned into his skin with magic. No Mother of Father passing judgment on his poor choices. No wizarding world even to contain him with its rules.

He made his own rules now.

And that was just it- making his own rules soon turned into something of an existential nightmare. Who was he and how should he define himself- these were just too vast a question to ponder all at once and he needed something to take his mind away from dwelling on, well, anything, really.

He knew that a party would at least have alcohol. And that’s why he was now here, in the middle of the Welcome Party. He readily downed a flute of champaign and sought out another. And by the time a stranger offered him a pill to take, he was drunk enough that his purist inhibitions were so low he tripped casually over them and accepted the offering.

From there, with his thoughts thoroughly diverted, he was quite willing to get to know just about everyone at this party.


Wild Card
Choose your own adventure with Regulus!

here comes the trash fire (party)

[siriuslydementd]

Sirius is enjoying the party himself. Not because it's a new experience for him, really. He's been to parties before, even Muggle ones, and isn't a newcomer to illicit Muggle substances (or wizard ones either, for that matter). He's here mostly because he can be -- he can leave his residence, he can be surrounded by other people, and he doesn't have to worry about the Ministry and their Dementors showing up. He's free here, more free than he has been since he ended up in Azkaban.

Or at least, he was enjoying the party. Until he noticed a familiar face, one he hasn't seen in years, one he never expected to see again. For a couple of reasons, the main one being that the owner of the face is dead. Couldn't even cut it as a Death Eater.

He weaves his way through the crowd until he's close enough to Regulus to be heard over the music and the crowd.

"Regulus?!"

Caleb Widowgast | Critical Role | OTA

[born_in_flame]

Arrival

Caleb opens his eyes and frowns as he looks around at the room he finds himself. He had gone to sleep in his small apartment near the Academy. Now he was in a strange dusty room completely confused. He got up, looked over the welcome basket and went hunting for other people through the city in which he now found himself.

He'd never seen a place like this before with the tall buildings and the odd looking people. He looks around with a curiosity that speaks to a life spent learning. "This is fascinating," he mutters in his soft accent not realizing someone might be listening.


Party, party

Caleb isn't normally a social sort, but this is a new place he knows nothing about with people who are clearly unfamiliar. He deemed it wise to attend the party to get to know his new neighbors and get the lay of the land. He finds a suit of clothes in his preferred style of tunic, pants and vest. He tops it all with a long blue coat and matching scarf.

He grabs a drink and nurses it as he works the room trying to find anyone who might be a of a like mind or just simply friendly.

Network

[Caleb appears on his device looking puzzled as he was working out how to use it. He speaks in what sounds like a German accent but isn't quite.]

Hallo....my name Caleb Widowgast and I am something of a scholar..I was wondering if there was anywhere like a library or a bookstore in the City to learn a bit more information about our new home.

And possibly how using magic might affect things?

Network

[queenofbooks]

(His video now shows Hermione in a jacket with a stocking cap on her head.)

Hello, pleasure to meet you! I'm Hermione Granger, witch, bookworm, know-it-all, absolutely brilliant... take your pick.

What kind of magic can you do? Mr. Widowgast.

Blair Waldorf | Gossip Girl

[breakfastattiffanys]

I. Arrival

[It's fair to say Blair is in a mood. Waking up in a strange place with a weird basket of goodies doesn't rank high on her list of "good mornings." Her phone is at least here, not that there is much news, Gossip Girl or otherwise. The penthouse is gone. Her closet is gone, even Dorota is gone. Just no to all of it. The pamphlet doesn't help in not freaking her out. Different city, different world.

Great, a kidnapping.

Without the Upper East Side, friends or minions, there's really only her to find answers or escape, but all she can manage is wandering. Just wandering. This place looks like an average city, and average is the key word there. Knowing that, feeling stuck, it's all painfully depressing and near soul crushing.

Really, she needs a drink.]

II. Party, Party

[Blair's never had much luck with Duchesses before, especially at parties. Sure, she's glad for something to wear, a little black dress, much like one of Audrey Hepburn's. It seems unwise though to let her guard down. Call it too much experience with public drama, too many scandals, and a good smattering of humiliation. So, with wine glass in hand, she'll park herself on the outskirts of the room.

It's shocking enough to shun the spotlight, but it's better than being caught off guard. From here, she can watch the room, from here, she can prepare for whatever comes.

Safe to say, she's clearly not in a party mood.]

III. Wildcard

[Feel free to find Blair anywhere in the city. She'll be wandering a lot, so it's not a stretch for her to randomly be in some other sections of the city.]

1

[doesnotsparkle]

This wasn't the first time Michael had been kidnapped, he doubted it would be the last. Luckily, he saw no altars or full moons, which were generally a good thing. The cults that largely kidnapped him were often aiming to preform rituals or have him act as an unwilling assassin thanks to his affliction.

No, this felt like New York, but he had been in New York long enough this wasn't Brooklyn or Brownsville. Nope, this was close, but not right. The sun always made him tired, and the same was true here. Luckily, the place he awoke had a hoodie for him, and that was pulled on with a pair of sunglasses to hide his glowy red eyes while he explored this new place.

It did leave him in a bit of awe, not paying as much attention as he should have. Not with the gnawing hunger building in him. No, he could ignore it for a few more hours.

While walking, he had not been paying attention and bumped into Blair, as soon as the collision happened his arms shot out to try to keep her from falling if she started backwards. "My deepest apologies! I was not paying attention." The accented tone spoke. His hands were very pale, with long black nails, the sunglasses and hoodie look hiding most of his face, but inky black hair could be seen spilling from the side.

Kate Cordello -> X-Men OC -> OTA

[bossyboiler]

I - Arrival

There are clothes in the closest that she remembers wearing. There is a blanket draped over the softa that she remembers buying. The décor is the same. There's just a little dust as though the apartment hadn't been maintained to her level of cleanliness. How had the City done it? It's a bit unsettling how everything looks as though she had never left.

However, she had left. She knows that much. She hadn't remembered the City once back in her own world but now that she's back her memories are returning. She unlatches the lock and steps out onto the balcony and stares out at the City. Everything looks the same or at least similar enough that she can't spot any differences from her high vantage point.

She lets out a breath. It's all so surreal. She reaches up to touch the side of her face. Kate knows that the best thing to do is to make a plan and stick to it. She returns inside and closes the sliding doors behind her. She's going to go out and find all of her past haunts. She approaches the door and there sitting on a small table is an old handbag and a set of keys. Just where she had always laid her things when coming back from her day out. Kate picks up the keys, on the chain are Flour Power's set of keys.

Could her bakery still exist in this City? There is only one way to find out. Kate grabs her bag and exits her apartment. She'll walk the distance and it will be fine.

First, however, she needs coffee to deal with this mess and heads to the nearest coffee shop.

II - Flour Power

Flour Power, while technically located in the Gardens of Pleasure, is situated where the Tower and Leisurebrook all meet up. It had always been a good location for her business. The storefront used to be pretty but the windows of the glass French doors have all been boarded up. The security gate is closed and the normal outdoor seating has been removed.

Kate takes out her keys and first unlocks the security gate which she pushes back and out of the way. Then she unlocks the main entrance and steps inside. The air inside smells dusty as though someone hasn't been inside for months if not years. But someone had cared enough to cover the glass countertops and display cases with canvas drop cloths. The chairs were all sitting upside down on their tables, someone had thoughtfully closed up shop. Food hadn't been left to rot. Maybe it had been one of her employees? She isn't sure, she'll have to find out later.

She pushes deeper into the bakery and finally reaches a light switch. It is a surprise to her that the lights come on. Kate can see things better and knows that she'll have to spend days if not a couple of weeks cleaning everything. She pushes open the door leading into the kitchen and flicks on the lights on in there as well but she doesn't spend too much time back there. Instead, she heads to the corner staircase and is about to walk down to the basement level where her office hopefully still is.

Kate would have gone down there had she not her a noise coming from out front. With a frown, Kate turns and heads back into the shop. "Who's there?"

III - Party hardy!

The dress and shoes had been in her closet, waiting for the opportunity to be worn.

Once at the party, Kate settles in with a glass of wine in hand. She mingles and does a few laps while drinking. She chats with a couple of people. It's mostly superficial conversation. She is looking for people that she knows or people who knew her, it's almost the same.

A little later at the party, someone offers her a couple of yellow pills. Kate politely declines and then turns to head in the other direction, only to immediately bump into someone.

"I am so sorry. I was not looking at where I was going."

IV - Network - [video] un:cupkate

This is weird right? We can all agree about that, especially those of us who have been here before. My name is Kate. Hello.

Flour Power isn't open yet but it will be soon. I promise. I hope.

V - Misc/Wildcard

(( If there's something else you'd like, feel free to start a thread. You can plot with me at kindaklutzy or Sharkleberry on Discord. Will match action!spam or prose! ))

Party

[bloodalwaystells]

Kate is in no danger of knocking Jaeger over, at least- neatly groomed in a dark, formal suit, the man is very hard to miss in the crowd, though apparently not impossible. He reaches out automatically to steady her with the hand not holding a wine glass, a brief move to keep her steady before letting go and stepping back.

"No harm done." His gaze flickers toward the departing "providers of recreational substances", then back to Kate with question in his denim-blue eyes.

"Are they bothering you?"

Kosem Sultan | Magnificent Century

[sendsregards]

Arrival

[There are enough locals that are willing to give some information about the city, though not enough to clear up Kosem's confusion. Out of place and out of time, there's little even answers can offer or do. This is a world that's so unlike her own, both culturally and historically. Exposure is all she can hope for, but that only goes so far. It isn't enough to clear up her confusion or even to make Kosem feel comfortable in these surroundings.

Wandering the Greed district, she's managed to find a building that others have described as a charity, but given the dark, empty interior, it's obvious it's long fallen out of use. She circles the building, getting an idea for the size, even if it's hard to know the services provided inside.

Once more at the front, she places her hands on her hips, tempted to find a way inside, even if by force.]

Run

[Kosem doesn't run.

It's not exactly the safest or even most wise decision, but it's the first strategy to come to mind. Where there are others running, attracting the attention of the demons or whatever else, Kosem keeps a level head and moves normally, attempting to not gain anyone's notice. No sudden movements, no panic, she'll move like a shadow.

She's not defenseless. Somewhere along the way, she found a pipe and hid it up her sleeve. Having something eased some of her fear, helping her walk casually.

It seems to work. While she tells herself she shouldn't, she still watches for others. Those who might be in distress or need help.

Old habits die hard.]

Wildcard

[I'm open to any scenario or prompt, just let me know if you have any ideas through pm.]

Damien Brenks | WATCH_DOGS (+CRAU)

[abeautifulgame]

I. ARRIVAL_

[waking up somewhere unfamiliar? this really isn't Damien's first rodeo. over the course of the last -- however long, time has always been weird in the Void, Damien has been everywhere from the very literal middle of nowhere to a haunted subway station. that in mind, while he does take a moment to get his bearings, he doesn't look particularly lost or confused when he sticks his head out into the hallway of the Red Currant. that will come later. for now, he just looks dimly annoyed, and when he spots someone else in the hallway he hobbles over to them, limping, a leather brace running the length of his left leg from mid-thigh to ankle]

Well, I can see the Void has learned to do 'whorehouse.'

[for all that he sounds disgusted by that now, he may be offended later, when he learns his sin is lust. sex has never really been his vice -- it's everything else]

II. PARTY, PARTY_

[it doesn't take Damien long to get the sense that this may not be the Void, after all -- or, if it is, it figured out a hell of a lot of concepts it had no grasp of up until recently, and implemented them in a hurry. then again, though, the room he woke up in was covered in dust, so maybe -- ]

[either way, he's willing to play along for the time being, if only to try and figure out what's going on here]

[that in mind, after finding something suitable in the closet in the room he woke up in, presumably his, he heads out to the party. while he avoids the drugs, disturbed by them as anything else, he does at least help himself to a drink, and after a sip or two, takes it with him to mingle. it's not long, really, before he finds someone looking a little lost]

[perfect]

I'm going to guess you're not one of the natives.

[it doesn't even occur to him that there might be a language barrier here]

III. NETWORK_

text | un:daedalus

Alright, I'll bite. What game are we playing this time?

[and does anyone recognize his username?]

IV. WILDCARD_

[have something else in mind? leave me a starter or hit me up @ knightinqs! i'll match prose or brackets!]

Party Party!

[liveforthemoment]

[ Trust nothing in this City Maggie. Nothing. It was running through her mind, even if she seemed collected and at ease enough in the party scene. The inked woman's closet had held a long sleeved form fitting black lace dress that was v necked and had an open back. The red head turned at the sound of someone speaking to her and offered a little half smile.]

Not even close to it.

[ There was no language issues there, in fact the woman could have been from right n]down the street from where Damien had come from. Maybe in another life.]

I see you found the bar, is it watered down or the real deal?

Erik Lehnsherr | X-Men Dark Phoenix and City CRAU | OTA - log and network possible

[prefers_magneto]

It's been a long time. A fading dream. But as his feet walk along damp pavement, it crystalizes into absolute clarity. The City. He's traveled more than one iteration of it. It always feels the same, even when it changes.

He makes his way to the police station and walks up to the chief's office.

"You can go," he says to its occupant. "I'm back now."

Its occupant has the sense not to argue. Erik sits behind the desk and takes a phone out of his pocket, turning on the video function to broadcast to all.

[Video; OTA]

[For those that had been there, the backdrop of the police chief's office behind him will be familiar.

So will his terse voice.]

Who else is back?


[ooc: catch him anywhere in the streets on his way to the police station, at the police station or on the network.]

spam

[lookingforhope]

Charles does one better. About fifteen minutes after, he sees the text that Erik has put out. He arrives at the station, stopping at the police chief's door briefly before crossing over to a large leather chair.

"Erik," he greets simply. "I'd ask how you're doing, but it seems the same as when we last saw each other: Business as usual."