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welcome to our
spring test drive meme!


rules

*Assume that your character has had a little bit of time here, enough to get used to a halfway-underground (mostly) abandoned city.

*anything tagged with a # is an exploradora thread. If you ask, the mods will guide your character on an Adventure! (adventure may involve mortal peril)

*You can assume they were chosen by one of the following emblems, or they've managed to dodge their control:
Zmey: The angriest of snakes. Hates everything and pretty much wants to fight it all. Especially the characters.
Firebird: Over-enthusiastic peacock nerrrrrrd who keeps "losing" her chosen to her quest for knowledge.
Sirin: A skull-faced eagle owl who curses like a sailor, is done with the character's shit, and really wishes they'd just stop bugging her.
Alkonost: A fluffy barn owl who doesn't seem to mind that she's been impaled with an arrow here and there. Caring, but in the way that a loved one really wants you to donate your kidney to uncle albert.
Cikavac: Calm, patient, Cicavac is a shoebill that only cares about how useful someone is to him. But he delivers on what he says and at least he's cordial about it so... there's that?
Gamayun: Like someone took part of the Lutece twins, shoved them into a pair of ravens, and showed them every possible future. So- Jaded, smug, know-it-alls with horrible humor. Or they're just horrible in general.
Simargl: Some sorta dog-eagle hybrid who acts as though he's the only one with common sense. I mean he might be, but he's also really into survivalist shit so…


Prompts:

A) It's a dark and stormy night. Okay, well, it’s dark and cold; but that might be because you're in a burlap sack. A little bit of light filters through despite that, enough to find that someone has helpfully provided a small knife for your escape.

Whoever it is seems to have some sense of decency, if that's any help. If you happened to be dead or grievously wounded wherever you came from, those wounds have healed. Not completely, of course, but enough so that death is no longer imminent. You find that you're in the lobby of a dated apartment building, furnishings sparse and severe-looking. There is very little natural light, save for holes in the ceiling, very high above you. Perhaps you should look around. Maybe there are others in the same situation nearby. Or, at least, people that might be able to help explain some things. #

B) One might happen to notice a plethora of cute little winged bunnies about the apartments. They’re very friendly-looking, and are liable to follow people around in search of cuddles. Or food. Mostly food. Wolpertingers, like their bunny counterparts, tend to multiply fairly quickly. The problem is, with multiplication comes the need for more food, and these bunnies look hungry enough to eat most anything. Possibly even things that bunnies wouldn’t normally be expected to eat. (There is, after all, a suspicious lack of plant-life around. More likely, it’s been devoured already.)

C) If you’ve spent too much time around those friendly little rabbits, you might find yourself coming down with a curious case of allergies. It’ll pass, after turning into something like the flu. In the meantime, the televisions have been acting up, mysterious creaking noises coming from them every once in awhile, strange bursts of music or groaning sounds. If you were ill, then your friends will find your dreams being broadcast across the static-y televisions found in the apartments. It’s almost like bonding, if you squint.

D) Off to the sides of the large room where you arrived, there are various hallways. There is also an elevator, leading up to the apartments. If one is so inclined to explore, down one of the hallways they might actually find some real light. It’s filtered through some glass blocks, sure, but there’s even a hint of plant life. It’s almost comforting. Until you turn around and see the spent bullet casings on the ground, surrounding big misshapen piles of leaves. Have fun, kids. #

Comments

B - Sirius Black, Harry Potter

[lechiennoir]

[Padfoot likes bunnies. Specifically, he likes chasing them, and one Sirius Black has gotten kind of bored of the strange Muggle devices and poking at various things like stoves. So he's turned to the obvious, when he gets bored. There's a fluffy black dog prancing about the hallway, chasing after the bunnies with happy barks whenever he catches sight of them.]

[signsthatidentify]

[Remus is sitting with his back to the wall, watching. This situation is terrible, really. Horrible. But is it really that much worse than things were getting back home? Okay probably, yes. But it's kind of calming to just sit and watch Padfoot play around. Kind of nice to have a moment of peace.]

[lechiennoir]

[Eventually he's chased all the worpeltingers off for the moment, so he circles back to Remus and is just going to sprawl across his lap. Hello, Moony, please give him pets.]

[signsthatidentify]

[He casually rubs Padfoot's tummy.]

Have fun?

[crux_ofmylife]

[It hadn't taken him long to fall back into the habit of wandering when he needed to think. It was something that had built up over the last two years and, at this point, wandering to clear his mind enough to think had become - excuse the term - something of a ritual.

The barking registers, but it's a happy, playful sound; not something he needs to be wary of. But when he sees the black dog...]

...Sirius?

[lechiennoir]

[Oh, hey. Someone who knows him. The dog pauses for a moment, tilting his head as he stares at Harry. Looks like James, doesn't smell familiar, though. But if he knows Sirius well enough to know him as Padfoot, then clearly they're close. This is perplexing, but he offers a tentative tailwag. 'Sup, strange person.]

[crux_ofmylife]

[He sees that reaction and, while he's disappointed, he at least understands what it means: Sirius is from before a point he knew Harry. He's torn on what to think about that. A pre-Azkaban Sirius in this hell.]

I'm Harry. [A pause, because he's not sure just how young Sirius is.] James and Lily are my parents.

[elaphus]

[Surprise!!!!

Suddenly, out of the woods a wild deer appears. Or, actually not so wild since it's a very familiar deer who stomps his hooves in a very familiar way to get Sirius's attention.

Look, Sirius isn't the only one who's bored out of his mind of muggle things.]

[lechiennoir]

[OH! Excellent, a bestie to frolic about with! Padfoot runs over with a very happy whine and --yeah, his tail is wagging nonstop. Prongs! Let's play!]

[elaphus]

[ Prongs leans down to boop the dog's nuzzle with one of his antlers... and then starts to gallop the hell away from the dog!! Like this is the best game ever. Who said you can't have fun in a murder game.]

Oswald the Lucky Rabbit - Epic Mickey

[a_budget_issue]

B
[ Oswald has 420 bunny children, this is a piece of cake for him.

Or rather, it should be. His kids don't have wings though. So this is... new. He's trying to wrangle them away from gnawing on a bunch of wires, and is jumping up and stretching his arms to try and catch them from the air. He's not very successful with this, on account of being only around 2 feet tall to begin with. ]

Ya bunnies need ta get away from there! You'll get hurt!

D

[ He's waddling down the hallways slowly, trying to discover all that needs to be discovered. ]

Someone got shot in here? Hmmmm... I don't like this. I'd almost rather be in Wasteland...

B)

[magicalpadawan]

[Molly's watching in amusement for a few moment, and heads over to help out.] I dunno if they're exactly bunnies, but yeah, that can't be good for 'em.

[a_budget_issue]

Well, whatever they are, they gotta stop. This ain't healthy for 'em, wings or not.

[magicalpadawan]

They look hungry. Is there anything you've seen for 'em to eat?

D

[devoveo]

[ Also nearby checking out the large room and cautiously treading each hallway ready for any such thing should it spring out, Sam found his way to the plants where the empty shells lay and heard the talking rabbit. Having already seen animal life speaking english and some such as this fellow upright and wearing clothes, he would gradually settle into accepting that the animated reality he was abducted into was all normal around here. ]

If anyone was shot, [ Sam motioned to the floor, ] we would see evidence of an injury. Did you find any of the bullets?

A - Remus Lupin, Harry Potter

[signsthatidentify]

[ Okay first off, what the hell.

Second off, what the hell.

Remus quickly manages to get out of the sack, and is trying to figure out all he can about this room. Nobody's killed him yet, so that's a surprise. ]

[elaphus]

REMUS!

[The (hopefully) familiar voice comes from inside one of the sacks. James seems to have been able to move around in the sack so he's able to see around, but he seems to be... well.

Stuck, would probably be accurate.]

Help me out of this you son of a Banshee, my foot is stuck or something and I can't find my wand. [He may be freaking out a little bit.]

[signsthatidentify]

James?

[ Remus hurries over and tries to help free his friend from the bag. ]

I couldn't find mine either. They must have taken them. [ ...whoever 'they' are. ]

[elaphus]

[He sighs in relief as he manages to get out of the bag, getting on his feet as he rubs one of his wrists.]

It would have been rather useless to kidnap us if they had no intention of taking our wands, I suppose. Not that I'm not glad to see you, but I would rather see you at home, so- do you have any idea where we are?

James Potter | HP

[elaphus]

b;

[So you may see a deer. Which considering the wolpertingers have basically eaten every other animal as soon as they are in sight may be quite surprising, but still. It seems to be playing happily with them- or more like, kind of teasing them with his horns and making them follow between the constructions and the trees. It seems to be like a very elaborate game of tag. But hey, the deer is totally having having fun.

For like, 5 minutes until a young man who somehow appears right where the deer disappeared to starts running the hell away from those little cuddly monsters because oooh boy they are hungry and angry now.]

c;

[James has been sick before. Not often, he's rather healthy and his family takes very good care of him... but still. He knows how it is to feel rather under the weather. But this? this is very unlike anything he's been through.]

I'm dying. [He whines to no one in particular after a particularly loud bout of coughing. He's resting on a random couch in what appears to be a pretty big living room, covering himself with blankets he found around.]

C

[crux_ofmylife]

[Harry hears the whine and stops in his tracks. He knows James' voice. He stands there for a few minutes, trying to calm the dual memories he has. The second set, implanted into him for whatever reasons the City's rulers had, are not good. The boy who grew up in that set of memories hates James. One good thing about Snape teaching him (in that same City) how to organize and shut out parts of his mind is that he can push that reaction aside.

It just takes a little bit with James.

When he does, finally, step into the room, his face is neutral. On one hand, he's glad to see James again. On the other, this isn't a place he'd ever want him. And then comes the question if James even knows him yet, if he was born before James was pulled here.]

You're not dying, and if you are, you'll come back in a few days. [He shrugs, staying back a bit in case his father freaks out over a doppelganger appearing.] Places like this are a step away from Hell.


[sorry got rambly on you]

[elaphus]

[James lets out a bit of a pitiful whine as he glances at Harry. He doesn't recognize the guy, other than a vague sense of... familiarity, somehow. James looks young, far too young to be anyone's father so that should probably answer some of Harry's questions. But right now he will take anyone's compassion because he feels like a troll just stomped all over him and then chewed on the remains.]

I feel like I need a nurse. But of course they aren't going to be any.

Do people get sick a lot in this place?

Sebastian Vael | Dragon Age 2|

[andrastian]

A:

[When Sebastian's managed, sort of, to claw his way out through the sack, he emerges, slightly terrified he's been kidnapped by someone willing to go to the same means to depose him that they went through for his parents, but he's mostly...pissed, and more than slightly, that he's been kidnapped by someone willing to go to those same means. Not Now with Starkhaven in a period of rebuilding after the Inquisition, not NOW, with a changed world before him and much to navigate, and not NOW, with so much he has left undone.

With a mightly tug, and swipe of the knife, the burlap's finally come off and he's glaring around the strange room, looking for some source of lighting when he sees no torches, trying to pat his mused hair into some kind of order, though he's giving up on that, and stumbling to his feet at last, looking very confused indeed.]

What? [The Starkhaven in his voice is stronger than ever, the accent tending to come more in times when he's stressed or worried, or just plain tired.] Sure there's someone who can tell me what's about then, eh?

Re: Sebastian Vael | Dragon Age 2|

[unbridles]

[Well, there's definitely some form of lighting, though it's hardly anything he'd be used to. It took John a while to, too, but he's gradually learned that you can't actually cook metal things in a microwave and other helpful things like that.

Anyway, he's always on the lookout for newcomers to their little personal corner of terribleness and fungi-infested rabbits, so he can't help but stop and poke his head into the main, currently mostly-empty hall.]

Yo. Guessin' you're new?

Re: Sebastian Vael | Dragon Age 2|

[andrastian]

[The strange part is how there seem to be no torches anywhere, or mages, or fires. Sebastian's gaping at the idea of where it must be coming from when he hears a voice and turns, sharply in that direction, looking a bit caught off guard, though he breathes a sigh of relief to see someone here.]

You might say that.