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October-November 2024 Test Drive Meme

October-November 2024 Test Drive
Introduction

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This Test Drive meme is open to all.

Welcome to Folkmore's monthly Test Drive Meme! Please feel free to test drive any and all characters regardless of your intent to apply or whether you have an invite or not. All TDMs are game canon and work like "mini-events". For new players and characters, you can choose to have your TDM thread be your introduction thread upon acceptance or start fresh. Current players are also allowed to have in-game characters post to the TDM so long as they mark their top levels ‘Current Character.’

TDM threads can be used for spoon spending at any time by characters accepted into the game.

Playing and interacting with the TDMs will allow characters to immediately obtain canon items from homes especially weapons or other things they may have had on their person when they were pulled from their worlds! There will always be a prompt that provides some sort of "reward" to characters who complete certain tasks.

Current players are always encouraged to tag new people on the TDM!

🦊 New Star Children meet the Fox still in their worlds, and she brings them into the new realm of Folkmore. As you follow her, your body begins to change and new characteristics emerge. These may stay for a while, or perhaps they will hide away after. And during all of this, the Fox explains to you where you will be going: to Folkmore. Then you fall like a shooting star, falling to the land in a burst of starlight.

🦊 Experienced Star Children are already familiar with this time of the month. There are shooting stars all across the sky, and some fall to the land, which means the Fox has brought new arrivals. These newly arrived Star Children will face some tests, but Thirteen wants the more seasoned residents to participate as well.

[ Prompt OnePrompt Two]

After the Storm .
Content Warnings: Natural Disaster/Natural Disaster Relief

It seems as if the Star Children will be restricted to Amrita Academy forever, when nothing changes at the one month mark. Yet, after another week has stretched endlessly past, a morning dawns to show that the moat of Lorasses has vanished. The way is clear to discover what the chaotic storms have left behind.

Most of Folkmore's resident spirits return. Good thing Catbus is among them because the train is not operating. Debris litters the tracks throughout the land. Someone's going to have to work to clean all of that up before normal schedules can resume... within the first week or so, everyone fervently hopes.

That is far from the only wreckage from those storms. As Star Children have seen, even Amrita Academy hasn't really been spared; between the Lorasses moat and the various structures built to weather the storms, the past weeks have left a mark on the school.

Other regions show clear signs of the warping they have endured similarly.
  • Wintermute alternated between blinding light and pitch blackness, with mountains growing and crumbling away alike. Cabins were transformed into igloos.
  • Willow experienced all the seasons in a matter of days multiple times, growing crops and new trees, losing old ones, and its buildings weathered as though through decades.
  • In Epiphany, the streets ran with water so high it was difficult to walk, and the buildings shifted to reflect related settings.
  • Cruel Summer grew hotter and more oppressive, so that survival away from the Selkie River was impossible. On the 13th, there was an explosion, and it rained robot parts.
  • Exile was swallowed entirely by the Swamp of Sorrows, leaving no dry land.
  • Tides filled with water, dark deep water that could not readily be seen through.
  • Never Fade became even more purple, with a thick haze that erased visibilty of borders. It also became steeper, so there was no flat ground.

The rest of Willow shows signs of extreme growth and age, as if decades, not weeks, have passed. Epiphany and Tides suffer major flood damage, and Exile is entirely soggy and saturated with a sense of sorrow. Avalanche debris covers Wintermute, and the mountains aren't in the same place. Cruel Summer is even dryer, cracked, and in part of it littered with exploded, partially melted robot parts. Never Fade may be the best off; the ground has leveled off, and only the unsecured outdoor items have crashed around or dropped off the island. In general, all regions show signs of warping.

Talaria has been outright knocked down (once again) and will need to be rebuilt (once again). The contents of Talarian homes have been thriftily saved by Thirteen (yet again). They'll be back as soon as the homes are ready to be redecorated! There's also a new elevator connecting Tides to a platform in the ocean at surface level, making it a little bit easier to get in or out of the neighborhood. Fly, swim, or use a boat from Nereid marina to reach it.

Many of the buildings throughout Folkmore, businesses and residences alike, have been damaged, some past the point of habitability. For better or worse, some residences will wait unclaimed, as their resident spirits have not returned from wherever they went while gone from Folkmore. Newly arriving Star Children (or those interested in relocating) just might find those residences awfully appealing. As with all unoccupied homes in Folkmore, they're free real estate.

Each neighborhood has a new (and structurally-sound) building near its center: a hospitality station of sorts, stocked with basic foods (to suit a variety of dietary needs, relevant to the known local residents), clean water, personal protective equipment, basic tool kits, fresh clothing, and clean linens. For those ill equipped to cook for themselves for whatever reason, there's also a canteen/soup kitchen area. The canteen tends to collect idle spirits and Star Children who might be willing to assist with any cleanup tasks too big or too complex for one person to tackle on their own.

Working with the neighbors has an additional benefit, of course: sooner or later, whether while helping clear the train tracks or fixing up someone's home or business (including a Star Child's own), shifting the debris will reveal a weathered container of some sort, locked up tight, that will only fall open at a touch if and when the right Star Child finds it. There is only one chest per Star Child. Inside, is an item from home, either that of the resident whose house/business it's found in or the one keyed to the lock. It may even be a magical item or weapon.

There's some good news as well, in the midst of all the chaos: most Star Children will find that their homes are wholly unharmed; their pets, companions, Pokémon, etc. are all hale and hearty, having spent the entire time cozily asleep in their boxfoxes — which can be reused if kept, and just as easily abandoned now that they've released their occupants.

  • The moat is gone! Freeeeeedom!
  • The train is not operating for one week until October 27th due to debris over the tracks.
  • Every region of Folkmore shows scars from the past month's extreme disturbances. Things have not reverted to before.
  • Most spirits have returned; some remain absent. Claim the free real estate, if quick or bold enough.
  • Hospitality stations have appeared in each neighborhood stocked with food, water, clothing, and linens.
  • The canteens serve as a social hub and place to ask for/volunteer assistance.
  • One time only, cleaning up or moving debris will reveal a container holding an item from home: yours or the person's you're helping.
  • Most Star Children's homes will be unharmed; any damage should match the region's damage flavor. The level of destruction is up to you.
  • Creatures in boxfoxes are out, fine and dandy! Boxfoxes can be kept/used again.
Dream of the Blue Turtle .
Offshore near Agrona Academy, there's something new. Something bewildering, maybe. Something growing. There's also something swimming up to any Star Children near the coast: a very large sea turtle, not willing to come far ashore. She's singing and chirping to get attention, in case being big enough to have a six-foot-long shell isn't quite good enough for some reason. (Or the way she has a blue-green bioluminescent glow when underwater, as becomes quite visible around dusk.)

She's happy to explain that she needs a place to lay her eggs. She doesn't have eggs to lay, just yet, but she wants to have her place all ready anyway. To that end she's busily building a brand-new island not very far from shore. It's just over there, visible once she indicates it with a flipper, barely any higher than the waves cresting around it. Here's the sad part: while she's used a great deal of cleverness in building it, from rocks and sand and bits of broken reef, she's all out of construction materials that she can reach! So she needs help: more construction material for the island.

It seems she's got a very loose definition, though, so pretty much anything that can later be covered in sand or dirt is fair game. Lucky that she wants it now. There's a perfect place to dump all that debris in the ocean recycle all the debris, anything not structurally sound enough for a repair-in-place job. Bigger is probably better, too. Work together with other Star Children to haul up the big stuff. It brings more and more joy to her songs as she finds the exact place for each and every item, making her island grow bigger and bigger.

Anyone who actively participates will be rewarded five (5) spoons by the turtle directly, as a thank you for helping her to keep her eggs safe. (If anyone asks, she'll explain that it's the number of limbs she has, so she thought it was perfect!) In addition, she gives each person a smooth and shiny sea rock that fits in their palm perfectly! If the island gets big enough to be more than a sandbar, anyone who helped with the construction will find it far more welcoming than those who didn't. She isn't expecting to use anything but the beach.

  • A large sea turtle—with a 6 foot in diameter shell and about 3 feet tall at the shoulder—starts building an island off Cruel Summer.
  • She needs help getting more building supplies. Bring your debris, bigger the better, here!
  • All Star Children who help will be rewarded five (5) spoons and a shiny and smooth rock from underwater that fits in their recipients' palms just so.
  • Star Children who help find the island more welcoming than those who didn't.
hadthehighground: (Ben Uncertain)

Obi-Wan “Ben” Kenobi | Star Wars | Myth

[personal profile] hadthehighground 2024-10-20 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
The Wanderer

The storm seemed to dredge up more than just a bunch of debris. One man fitting in quite well among all the ruined buildings and storm ravaged vegetation. Like a half drowned womp rat. He even has a tail and claws to match that appearance. You might recognize him, though he’s a far cry from the Jedi he used to be. The aging man walking around in his worn and tattered clothes. Hair long, greasy, unkempt and streaked with grey. If you get too close you’ll even smell him. As if he hasn’t had a shower in weeks. Those that knew Obi-Wan would know how meticulously he kept himself groomed. Well that’s not the case anymore. Yet there’s no mistaking those piercing blue eyes laden with a deep sadness that’s accented by crows feet.

Those with the Force or similar powers wouldn’t feel anything extraordinary about him either. He feels like an ordinary man that’s been beaten down by hard times. There’s no light to be found there, or at least, not much. Beyond the fact that he’s alive.

He does remember this place, though his memories are foggy. Taking the time to quietly survey the damage, he walks through various neighborhoods from Cruel Summer to Willow and Epiphany. Brow creased slightly and sometimes his hand resting on his beard when he sees something particularly disturbing. You can find him in quiet contemplation or he may look to you in bewilderment. “What has happened here?”

The Turtle

Coming across a large aquatic reptile in all of this is a bit unexpected. Though when it calls out to him and explains her predicament, he hesitates. Her need of help tugs at him deep down. Stirring a desire that he’s squashed for the past decade. However, instead of jumping at the chance like he used to, he simply shakes his head dejectedly.

“I’m sorry, I can’t help you.”

There’s a remorse in his tone though as he says it and starts to turn away.

“You’ll have to find someone else.”
ezra_of_lothal: (I hear you by malagraphic)

[personal profile] ezra_of_lothal 2024-10-20 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Ezra has been splitting his time between clearing out the room to Serenity House and clearing the tracks. When he comes across -

Well, he finds he's not surprised. He's met Obi-Wan Kenobi in so many ages, moods, and states of mind. It's not even the first time he seen some version of him being unwilling to touch the Force.

It hurts a little, to see. But no, does not surprise him.

"The Fox said Lore wild," he offers, quietly. "We were all basically confined to a small area, for a while. While this-" He waves around. "Went on. Why is not something I have an answer for."
hadthehighground: (Ben Planning)

[personal profile] hadthehighground 2024-10-20 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)
There’s a twitch of his tail at the familiar sound and sight of Ezra Bridger. It took him a moment, but he does recognize his former Padawan. It’s a bittersweet moment really. A reminder of how things were, and no longer are. Both welcome and not at the same time.

“I see,” he says after a long moment of silence, followed by a deep sigh. Why the Fox would allow such destruction in her own world, or even cause it, is baffling. Perhaps she enjoyed occasional suffering to make things interesting. He has to wonder if it’s the same with the Force. Though deep down he does know better. Time has jaded him quite a bit.

“So. You’re still here.”
stonebird: (❅ and being but an ear)

Sansa Stark | Game of Thrones | Familiar

[personal profile] stonebird 2024-10-20 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)
(After The Storm)

(A tall lady with hair the color of fire observes the wreckage, her pale face expressionless. She is accustomed to hiding her emotions, choosing to carefully assess the situation that stands before her. She is considered a Star Child and this... This is a new world. Any fear she feels over that realization is hidden, tucked away to be examined later. For now, she is in one piece and she needs to find shelter - a temporary home - of her own.

Dressed in black, a silver crown on her head, she makes her way to a curious contraption. It almost looks like...a cat? But there are spaces inside for...occupants? She isn't comfortable at all getting onboard!)


Excuse me... (She attempts to hail the nearest person.) Are we meant to ride that?

(Dream Of The Blue Turtle)

(The size of the turtle enchants her immediately and when she hears about the poor creature's plight, she smiles. How can she deny a mother to be a helping hand? So Sansa sets off, using her leadership skills to encourage people to gather anything that is no longer usable. Each item is loaded into a cart and pulled to the water's edge.)

I wonder how many eggs she will have. (The new island is impressive and very likely to grow with help.) Is there a male in these waters? There must be. Surely he can't be larger than her.
Edited 2024-10-20 21:04 (UTC)
ezra_of_lothal: (You lose by malagraphic)

[personal profile] ezra_of_lothal 2024-10-20 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Ezra has been doing his best to begin the conversation without any expectation, to accept any response with some measure of equanimity, even if the man decided to straight up bold from someone with a lightsaber and Jedi tunics. (Which, honestly, would be understandable.) But he can't help the hopeful lurch in his chest when he's clearly recognized.

His smile is slow dawning, sweet, but also sad. "I'm still here," he agrees, doing everything he can to keep his voice even. It probably comes out a little tight from emotion, anyway.

"Hello, Ben."
onebadapple: (What a beautiful day!)

Snow White || Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs || Legend

[personal profile] onebadapple 2024-10-20 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
A. There's no use in grumbling when the raindrops come tumbling
Snow White had thought she had died. It wouldn't be all that strange for a little fox psychopomp to lead her to the afterlife, and how lovely to gain wings of multiple colors of bird feathers that were a mix of bluebirds and doves, hawks, ravens, and so many more she couldn't keep track of. A halo of gold and white light in the shape of woven deer antlers, twigs, and leaves, and flowers hovered above her head, giving her the look of some deity of the forest. But just as quickly as she saw them, they seemed to fade away and she made a soft, 'oh!' as she was brought from the dwarfs' cottage and into a world that-

"My goodness! Who knew heaven would be such a mess!" she said as she held out her hands and gestured to roads clearly covered in debris and garbage. "My goodness, what a storm that must have come through." She put a finger to her lips in thought. "Well, I suppose there's nothing for it. If this is to be my new home, I certainly don't want a dirty one!" She hummed and looked all around. "Hello? Is anyone else here?" the fox seemed to be gone. And while it may be easy to mistake Snow's question to be directed at you, well, she didn't even realize you were there, rather, all the animals coming to her side is a better indicator of whom she was calling out to.

Still, when she does see you, she smiles bright and wide.

"Why, hello there! I didn't know heaven could have storms!" she giggled. "Shall we clean up together?"

B. Remember, you're the one who can fill the world with sunshine
Something smells amazing, it makes your mouth water, and it definitely invites you to follow it. It seems Snow White has found a canteen area and, taking it upon herself, has decided to do some cooking.

"Are you hungry?" she smiled and poured some of the soup she had finished making into a bowl and pulled a fresh loaf of bread out of the oven. "Oh, I hope whomever this place belongs to doesn't mind my using it! I just noticed a kitchen and, well, after a bit of cleaning, I needed a bite to eat! Seems like you need it, too?" she giggled.

"Go on then, why don't you wash your hands, and I'll have something waiting for you when you return? It's very nice to meet you, by the way!"
weirdestdream: (002)

Lydia Deetz | Beetlejuice Beetlejuice | Legend

[personal profile] weirdestdream 2024-10-20 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)
HELPING HANDS;
[Lydia might be utterly new to this ... world or realm or plane, whatever one would call it. This isn't like the Netherworld where she can sort of figure a way out. Here she's ... different. And it's not just the physical things either like the crown or the black wings settled against her back. There's something different inside and that part disturbs her the most, just as much as the memory of stepping outside her own body does.

If Lydia is great at anything though it's ignoring the big problems in favor of focusing on smaller things, things she can somewhat control. With the mess around seemingly everywhere Lydia feels like this is a great time to get her hands dirty in a way she hasn't for years and get distracted at the same time.

One may come across here at one of the hospitality stations. She's gotten a bad likely from the same station and is filling it with clean water, some protective equipment, fresh clothing and some basic snacks. When she goes for a basic tool kit it might dawn on someone that she's likely going out to fix something or other.

That's precisely what she's doing too. Eventually she'll likely arrive wherever people are cleaning up, rebuilding and the like. She's still gothic as ever in style, the teased up fluff of her half ponytail poking out of the dark crown on her head, raven wings tucked up to her back because she sure hasn't figured out how to get rid of them yet. She doesn't seem to care much about her dark boots getting mud on them or the hem of her duster either.

She'll greet whoever she finds with a slight awkward smile and explains:]


Just want to help out some. I've got cleaning supplies with me.

THE BLUE TURTLE;
[Of everyone who ends up getting close to the turtle or hearing her talk Lydia seems to most surprised. All her life -- well, most of it -- she's seen ghosts in so many different states of gory death that a bioluminescent turtle can't be that odd. It's not but it's a lot nicer than the stuff she usually sees and in a way it sort of makes her think of Astrid.

As she's helping haul construction materials for this new island she notes with a slight grin:]


Kind of nice to put all this stuff to good use.

WILDCARD;
[Feel free to hit me with any prompt you like. PMs are open for plotting.]
Edited 2024-10-20 21:57 (UTC)
pullit: (Red Queen Iconic Pose Icon)

Nero | Devil May Cry | Legend

[personal profile] pullit 2024-10-20 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
(ooc: I am cool with either prose or brackets and happy to match your preference. Please tag as you prefer and I'll follow suit! Also feel free to hit me up for plotting reasons via DM or [plurk.com profile] theggnator!)

A. Arrival

He was about to tell that fox thing "no thanks." There is only so much otherworldly supernatural bullshit one guy can take before he snaps, even a professional devil hunter. And the day after averting the apocalypse that shook his entire world, both literally and figuratively, Nero is 99% of the way there.

Speaking of earthshaking, he pulls himself out of the crater he made on impact to find himself in the middle of a sunbaked desert that looks like it was the site of a sci fi battlefield. He cannot begin to comprehend the wreckage he's looking at, not in combination with all this other shit, so he files it away in "worry about later" behind figuring out where the hell he is and getting out of the blistering sun. Guy with his complexion burns like a marshmallow in a bonfire out here.

He's been walking for about half an hour, towards what appears to be the walls of a settlement in the distance. If nothing else, he can seek shelter there and try to get his bearings. That's when he notices another person. Way out here? They're either as lost as he is, or they know where they're going on purpose.

"Hey!" he calls out. "You over there!"

If they're friendly, great. If they're not... he can handle it. He's unarmed. But at least he's not unarmed.


B. Community Service

Even lost in another world and way out of his element, Nero's not the type to sit around when there's action to be had. Doubly so if that action is somebody needing help. And it looks like he arrived at a great time for that. The people in Epiphany look like they've been through a lot, and there's loads of cleanup to be done.

"Here, let me help you with that." The young man is deceptively strong, able to lift even unwieldy furniture with surprising deftness. Looked like this person needed the help, too. "Where are we headed?"


C. Community Service But For Turtles

More manual labor. But it's a way to earn his keep, and it helps him stop fretting about being here and not back home, where Kyrie and the kids and, apparently, the entire human plane need him to protect them. But surely they're doing fine without his direct attention. Surely, there haven't been any horrible consequences to the destruction of the Qliphoth, no demons to be culled-

Yeah. See. Lift heavy things and those thoughts go away.

"I can fit more in here," he offers, patting the side of a large wheeled cart already full of debris he collected. "C'mon, let's load it up and save a trip together."
Edited 2024-10-20 22:00 (UTC)
fogsong: (232)

after the storm

[personal profile] fogsong 2024-10-20 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ After the weeks spent within Amrita’s wards, seeing Sansa without Lady by her side doesn’t send the same immediate alarm as it once might have, but when the young woman speaks up, curious about the catbus, Sharon’s instincts flare. She forces a tight smile, one that never quite reaches her eyes. ]

Some people do. It’s always made me uncomfortable, though. [ There's something of an awkward laugh in her voice. The Sansa Stark she knows would already understand this. Unless this is some new Trial, this isn’t the same Sansa she once knew, so Sharon treads carefully. Doubles weren’t uncommon here. ]

You new here?
hadthehighground: (Ben What’s That)

[personal profile] hadthehighground 2024-10-20 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
The smile makes him uncomfortable, uneasy. He turns his gaze away, unable to look at Ezra for long. After all, things have changed. He’s changed. The memories he has of his experiences outside their galaxy are even more muddled than before. They felt like a dream that he struggled to remember. Fractured and mixed in with other memories of his life. All of it pushed aside for what he was now. A completely different man than Ezra knew or would expect.

“It’s… been a long time. For me. Ezra.”

His voice distant and melancholy. Broken.
ezra_of_lothal: (sympathy by malagraphic)

[personal profile] ezra_of_lothal 2024-10-20 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hmm," Ezra tilts his head, double checking everything he thinks he knows and going on a limb, a little.

"Nine or ten years, is that about right?"
hadthehighground: (Ben What’s That)

[personal profile] hadthehighground 2024-10-20 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)
There’s only a little bit of a nod at that. An affirmation to the question. Yes, that was about right. He’d told Bail the same when he called. That it had been ten years, and he wasn’t who he used to be. Seeing his and Breha’s disappointment had been crushing. But it had to be done.
weirdestdream: (023)

dream of the blue turtle

[personal profile] weirdestdream 2024-10-20 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
It depends, I think? I know sea turtles usually have a hundred eggs or more.

[She's helping in leading the cart and some of the loading. She's no weight lifter or anything after all.]

Then again as big as she is I can't imagine her having that many.

[Maybe that's why she wants an entire island? It makes sense now. On the topic of a male though, she knows that one too.]

Usually they're the same size. So if anything there's likely another giant turtle out there somewhere.
stonebird: (❅ I could not die with you)

[personal profile] stonebird 2024-10-20 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
(Lady is a distant memory and a hole in her heart that will never heal. Sansa has been without her dear direwolf for years - it almost feels like an eternity or two.

She smiles politely, hopeful for some assistance from Sharon. The catbus is so strange that she is willing to seek out help, which says quite a bit on its own! Sansa Stark is slow to trust the word of any stranger.)


I can understand why. (Yet said catbus is purring and that is rather cute.)

I am. (It feels like that is painfully obvious.) I haven't even found a place to live yet. Is it true that we can claim any empty house?
ezra_of_lothal: (Ezra determined)

[personal profile] ezra_of_lothal 2024-10-20 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"Right." He takes a deep breath. "I'm gonna guess you don't know how to talk to me right now. Maybe it hurts to try. And if that's so, well. I never want to cause you pain. But I'm also pretty tired of not saying how I feel, so here goes. I love you, and if you think that's changed, you're being a bit of an idiot. And if you think 'oh, Ezra's just being naive and thinks he can sun shine away the pain and everything will be fine again'-"

He laughs, and it's a sharp thing. "Then you either never knew me as well as you should, or you've forgotten some things."
stonebird: (❅ yet never in extremity)

[personal profile] stonebird 2024-10-20 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
(A hundred! Sansa's heart leaps at the possibility. So many little turtles!)

How wonderful. (She too is helping to load the cart, doing what she can without pulling a muscle. Being injured in a new world sounds like a very bad idea.)

I hope we can catch a glimpse of him. She must know he is near otherwise she wouldn't be so intent on preparations.
devilblooded: 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞. (pic#17428474)

community service-ish.

[personal profile] devilblooded 2024-10-20 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)
( Clean up's not anything he'd say is on his resume of skills and abilities he has, but. It beats being stuck in the woods of Amrita Academy and it does give him the chance to see more of what all the hubbub of Folkmore and its other areas is all about, so. He's out here in Epiphany. Not looking like the mess he'd been in the weeks he'd spent playing Folkmore's version of Survivor, but pretty put together for a change. Might be a bit of dirt on his coat, shirt, and pants, but. That's what happens when one roughs it up in the wilderness for... however long he'd been out there. Point is, he's not looking like a hot mess right now and that's really all that matters.

He's atop one of the residences — fixing something up that he's pretty sure he has a handle on when he catches sight of a familiar mop of white and gray out of the corner of his eye. It's deja-vu all over again, minus the suddenly being kicked to the face part, but it's enough to have him pause what he's currently tying together and get a better look at who that hair happens to belong to.

Unmistakable, like he thought. )


Well I'll be damned.

( It's muttered to himself — huff on his lips to go with the slow shake of his head. Figures the kid would follow that fox when both he and his old man had told him to stay put in the human realm. Hoo boy, he should really give it to him. Maybe he will. Or maybe that's more his old man's job to do now. Either way, he sets what he's been working on down and presses the heel of his boot against the ledge of the building he's atop, arm draped across his knee as he leans over and watches his dear nephew down below assist someone for a minute.

That's when he laughs to himself and makes sure to say what he says loud enough for the kid to hear: )


I spy with my little eye... something that is... not supposed to be here.
hadthehighground: (Ben Stunned)

[personal profile] hadthehighground 2024-10-20 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Ben visibly flinches, at both the tone and the words behind it. It stings, and a part of him wants to get angry. But he doesn’t. Perhaps he’s too tired. Or perhaps there’s a glimmer of that long suffering patience. Either way he’s quiet for a few moments before sighing again in resignation.

“I wasn’t thinking any of that,” he admits.

“I don’t know what to think, honestly.”
vocetacet: (04)

Kimiko Miyashiro | The Boys | Legend

[personal profile] vocetacet 2024-10-20 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
( a ) There's a light tap on the shoulder of the other Star Child in front of her. Once they've given her their attention, Kimiko holds out her relic with something already typed on it.

I can help with that if it's too heavy.

Kimiko can't say that she fully has her bearings yet. Everything around here seems to be in some form of disarray. Or, well, the environment seems to be in some form of disarray. The people, on the other hand, do seem to be organizing themselves relatively well and working hard to clear out the debris. She had waited a little bit to see if there was someone in particular that was leading the charge and telling everyone what they should do, but there didn't seem to be. So, without any guidance, she figured it was best if she just dug in to work.

And it seems her first step is helping someone who appears to be struggling with lifting or otherwise moving some of the debris. Kimiko could just lift it cleanly all by herself, but she didn't want to startle them, nor does she want them to feel like they can't do it. So, she seeks permission first to help out.

( b ) The hospitality station is nice. Kimiko doesn't hesitate to take what's offered to her seeing as how she's arrived with nothing but the clothes on her back. Normally, she would be a bit wary of something like this, wondering what exactly the exchange is going to be for something like this. Handouts aren't something she's accustomed to, after all, and everything she's had in the past has come at a cost, often a bloody one. But seeing how everyone seems to be in the same position and she doesn't see any signs of something like the Shining Light... It's probably okay.

Of course, this has now introduced a new problem. Having things is good, but only if you know where exactly to put them for yourself rather than carrying them around with you everywhere you go. Despite some of the lack of structural integrity around them, there don't appear to be any tents or makeshift housing set up near to the hospitality station. And wandering through the building itself doesn't point to any dedicated sleeping area for everyone who might have been displaced by...whatever happened here.

Eventually, after enough trying to figure it out for herself, she flags someone down. Holding up a finger, she quickly shifts the items in her arms around so she can tug free the relic and write a message on it. Somewhat awkwardly as she's still trying to balance her new possessions, she holds it out.

Where is everyone sleeping?

((ooc: feel free to riff, wildcard, etc.! i'm down for prose or brackets. as a note for those that don't know, kimiko is selectively mute. she will be primarily communicating through text on her relic since her sign language is her own made-up language, and she doesn't know about magical shenanigans that can auto-translate what she's signing.))
ezra_of_lothal: (heh by malagraphic)

[personal profile] ezra_of_lothal 2024-10-20 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh. Well." There's a glimmer of a different sort of sheepish smile.

"Maybe I'm the overly defensive idiot who doesn't know when to shut up. I should have just said 'hey, talk to me'."
Edited 2024-10-20 22:47 (UTC)
weirdestdream: (002)

[personal profile] weirdestdream 2024-10-20 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sansa's evident pleasure over both ideas is kind of nice to be honest.]

Maybe we can get an introduction if we do a good job on the island? Unless she's still off courting him maybe.

[There's a little amusement to her tone there.]

If that's the case though she sounds pretty optimistic about winning him over.
rockinghorse: (pic#)

nana osaki ― nana ― familiar

[personal profile] rockinghorse 2024-10-20 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
— after the storm pt. one

( among the rubble around the damaged businesses and homes in folkmore, there appears to be a black cat with wide brown eyes struggling to walk and jump onto things, falling and seeming to wail every time it does. while nana wasn't as silly as her roommate who seemed to embody her nickname through and through, she was clearly struggling to deal with this new body she had. little did she know, she could easily transform back into what she looked like if she just stopped to concentrate.

for now, anyone who did decide to approach this black cat, would be greeted with a clumsy rub against their legs. for anyone curious, they would see the cat had on a black choker. )


— after the storm pt. two

( once nana has settled down a bit more and gained more control of her new abilities, she finally decided it was time to get adjusted to this new world and the situation she was in. it was bittersweet in a way to arrive during the time that she did- her fiancé had passed away some time ago, her band was struggling due to the actions of one of her members, and she was finally spending time with someone she thought she had lost complete touch with. it seemed that things were falling apart and slowly being rebuilt, but what was life without a little pain? this experience was the pain, but despite everything she had learned and gone through, she was still pretty reserved.

so instead of talking to anyone or asking to see what exactly was going on, she decided to be a bit more advantageous. it seemed that there had been some chaos here due to the weather, and while she didn't consider herself a thief or a bad person, it seemed some homes were free for anyone to take. would she leave if she got confronted? sure, but for now, she picked the best looking home she could find and made her way in with a six-pack of beer she so happened to find.

if anyone followed after her, they would find her on the floor, in the clothes she arrived with a lighter in hand. with a rather nonchalant attitude, she slowly looked up at 'her guest' and spoke up. )


You wouldn't happen to have a cigarette would you?


— blue turtle

( there was something about the ocean that brought a sense of tranquility to nana. it was at the ocean where ren had declared his feelings for her, celebrating christmas together while eating a cake off each others fingers. it was where several conversations about her future [without her knowing at the time] were held, and it was where she felt at peace and where she could truly think about her life and where it was going. being brought here meant her goals were put on pause and it was a difficult thing to accept. so she headed off to the offshore area near agrona academy to think.

what she hadn't been expecting was a turtle to approach her in the middle of her thoughts. barely being able to understand what was going on, the turtle's words finally clicked for nana and she immediately bolted into action. she wasn't afraid of hard work, often working as a mover during her struggling artist days, so gathering construction materials wasn't a daunting task for her.

what may have been daunting was the way she was frantically running around in her rocking horse shoes, trying to get other people's attentions. )


Hey! You!

( rough on the edges and seeming even slightly scary to anyone not used to the punk lifestyle and fashion, nana nearly appeared menacing-

if she wasn't so short. )

— wildcard
(ooc | open to anything! feel free to contact me on plurk for plotting purposes [plurk.com profile] pinktini)
stonebird: (❅ its woes but live in reverie)

[personal profile] stonebird 2024-10-20 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)
She is much too lovely for him to deny her. (Sansa is thoroughly amused at the idea of a woman courting a man. Well, why not?)

We don't have turtles in the North. It's much too cold for them. (Thus this is a special opportunity for her.) She seems kind. I hope everyone helps her.

(And doesn't try to harm her or treat her like a monster.)
hadthehighground: (Ben Planning)

[personal profile] hadthehighground 2024-10-20 10:50 pm (UTC)(link)
“Maybe,” he says with raised brows and a pointed look. Though there is a trace of sarcastic humor in his voice.

He’s there. Hidden. Suppressed. But there.

“I love you too. But… things have changed.”