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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. #
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. #
James Potter | HP
Date: 2017-02-26 08:32 pm (UTC)From:[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.]
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Date: 2017-02-26 10:15 pm (UTC)From: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]
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Date: 2017-02-27 09:17 pm (UTC)From: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?
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Date: 2017-02-27 09:39 pm (UTC)From:[He moves closer to James and takes a seat not far from him.]
I can stay with you. Until... well, whichever way the sickness ends.
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Date: 2017-02-28 08:57 pm (UTC)From:So what's in it for him?]
I'm James, by the way.
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Date: 2017-03-01 05:21 am (UTC)From:[He says nothing for a moment and just studies James face. This isn't the James he met in the City; this is one who's never met him. He runs a hand through his hair, messing the mess up. It's an unconscious imitation of James, picked up from the two years he spent in the last place like this.
Part of him wants to just blurt out that he's James' son. But that isn't exactly something to blurt out while said parent-from-the-past is dying or whatever else from this lovely... thing.]
Is there... Is there anything I can do for you?
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Date: 2017-03-01 08:42 pm (UTC)From:Well, that depends. When you said ‘whichever way’, what options did you exactly mean? What usually happens to people who end up sick?
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Date: 2017-03-01 09:04 pm (UTC)From:[A pause.]
But like I said, you'll come back in a few days. Healed, hopefully.
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Date: 2017-03-02 09:14 pm (UTC)From:[He coughs, the coughing ending up in a groan because, again, he's been sick before but this is... beyond anything he's been through.] But at least you didn't try to soften the blow. You're a cheerful lad, aren't you Harry?
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Date: 2017-03-02 09:47 pm (UTC)From:[He could still be cheerful, sure, but how many friends had died and come back? And how many times would he have to help decide who dies?
And his dad is here.
His dad.]
Places like this... sorta make me miss fighting Voldemort, which... I think you're far enough along to know what that's like.
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Date: 2017-03-03 09:20 pm (UTC)From:... Things would have to be pretty bleak indeed to reach that point. If you know about him then we must be from a similar world are we not? And you knew I'd know about him without me even talking about it.
Harry, do you know me?
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Date: 2017-03-03 09:54 pm (UTC)From:[He says nothing for a long moment and then takes a breath. The last time he met James, James had already met him. 14-year-old him, but he'd known about Harry. For some odd reason
can't imagine what that isit's hard telling someone his age that 'yer a dad, James'.]It was 1998 when I was whisked away from home. [And then two years in that hell-City.] I guess there's no easy way to say this, so I'll go with simple: you're my dad.
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Date: 2017-03-04 08:09 pm (UTC)From:This, however, is completely unexpected. So forgive him if it takes him a little longer to understand. When he finally does, though… he only has one thing to say.]
You have Lily’s eyes.
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Date: 2017-03-04 08:29 pm (UTC)From:That's the second thing most people notice about me.
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Date: 2017-03-04 08:37 pm (UTC)From:Who knows Voldemort. ...But he'll focus on that in a second.]
What's the first thing?
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Date: 2017-03-04 08:52 pm (UTC)From:That I look like you.
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Date: 2017-03-04 09:08 pm (UTC)From:I'm... sorry you gotta see me... well. [He motions up and down himself, all sick and maybe about to die.] Like this.
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Date: 2017-03-04 10:04 pm (UTC)From:[He shakes his head.] It's hardly the worst I've seen. Don't worry over it.
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Date: 2017-03-04 11:04 pm (UTC)From:[Look. Look. Joking around is partly how James processes this kind of things. Doesn't mean he doesn't take it seriously, just... this is how the deals with feelings.]
I'm sorry to hear that, though. And I'm sorry you had to deal with You-Know-Who. I... expected my children wouldn't have to. That's why we want to fight.
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Date: 2017-03-04 11:12 pm (UTC)From:[He can't. Not right now. Maybe later. It'll probably come out at some point anyway. Just. Not right this second.]
Well, what you all did left him without a body or power for over a decade. [Creative truth telling.] But he'd taken some steps toward immortality, so those ended up having to be dealt with.
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Date: 2017-03-05 03:33 pm (UTC)From:But he does look a little bit confused when Harry begins talking.]
Guess I've... heard weirder things. Did we deal with them, then? Are we dealing with them?
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Date: 2017-03-05 06:10 pm (UTC)From:They've been dealt with. Three of my friends were taking care of one of the last two while I destroyed the other one. That one was destroyed just as I was pulled away.
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Date: 2017-03-05 08:37 pm (UTC)From:And James knows that as long as he lives he would always, always to fight against Voldemort. Fight for those who can't, fight because it's the right thing to do. But he decides... it's better not to ask.
Guessing is one thing, knowing is another. He bites his lip for a moment before he grins at Harry, nodding.]
You're a brave kid, Harry. Thank you for telling me that much, I know it's probably better not to tell me about the future.
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Date: 2017-03-05 09:45 pm (UTC)From:[There's a trace of bitterness there, yeah. Because the first time he'd met James, James hadn't even started dating Lily yet. James could have taken all the locations back with him. So much could have been avoided if these damn places...]
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