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spring test drive meme!


*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…


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. #
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B - Sirius Black, Harry Potter

Date: 2017-02-25 11:03 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] lechiennoir
lechiennoir: (p: hello there i am a dog)
[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.]

Date: 2017-02-25 11:16 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] signsthatidentify
signsthatidentify: (Loony loopy)
[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.]
Edited Date: 2017-02-25 11:17 pm (UTC)

Date: 2017-02-25 11:20 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] crux_ofmylife
crux_ofmylife: (pic#9456762)
[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...]


Date: 2017-02-25 11:26 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] lechiennoir
lechiennoir: (p: hi hello i'm the grim)
[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.]

Date: 2017-02-25 11:29 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] lechiennoir
lechiennoir: (p: uncertain)
[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.]

Oswald the Lucky Rabbit - Epic Mickey

Date: 2017-02-25 11:35 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] a_budget_issue
a_budget_issue: (budget issue)
[ 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!


[ 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...


Date: 2017-02-25 11:47 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] magicalpadawan
magicalpadawan: (blue: heee)
[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.

Date: 2017-02-25 11:56 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] a_budget_issue
a_budget_issue: (Annoyed)
Well, whatever they are, they gotta stop. This ain't healthy for 'em, wings or not.

Date: 2017-02-26 12:01 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] signsthatidentify
signsthatidentify: (Would have thought that obvious)
[He casually rubs Padfoot's tummy.]

Have fun?

A - Remus Lupin, Harry Potter

Date: 2017-02-26 12:11 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] signsthatidentify
signsthatidentify: (Default)
[ 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. ]

Date: 2017-02-26 01:38 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] lechiennoir
lechiennoir: (p: moony and padfoot)
[The happy wag of his tail and the licks should be evidence enough of that, yes.]

Date: 2017-02-26 03:29 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] magicalpadawan
magicalpadawan: (yup i'm a badass)
They look hungry. Is there anything you've seen for 'em to eat?

Date: 2017-02-26 05:37 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] crux_ofmylife
crux_ofmylife: (pic#9456852)
[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.

Date: 2017-02-26 06:34 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] lechiennoir
lechiennoir: (t: are you srs)
[Well, he will be soon enough; because in a whirl of colors and shapes, Padfoot is becoming Sirius, who's tilting his head much like the dog was a few seconds ago. He looks -- young, around the same age Lily and James were when they died, without the years of wear and madness that came from Azkaban.]

Harry? Bloody hell, you look just like your dad.
Edited Date: 2017-02-26 06:34 am (UTC)

Date: 2017-02-26 08:14 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] elaphus
elaphus: (Pressing down on you)

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.]

Date: 2017-02-26 08:19 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] elaphus
elaphus: (it never rains but it pours)

[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.]

Date: 2017-02-26 08:24 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] lechiennoir
lechiennoir: (p: hello there i am a dog)
[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!]

James Potter | HP

Date: 2017-02-26 08:32 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] elaphus
elaphus: (What this world is about)

[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.]


[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.]
Edited Date: 2017-02-26 08:32 pm (UTC)

Date: 2017-02-26 08:50 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] elaphus
elaphus: (no man ask for)
[ 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.]

Date: 2017-02-26 09:57 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] crux_ofmylife
crux_ofmylife: (pic#9456613)
[That gets something of a grin.] Yeah, so I've heard.

[A pause.] I'm sorry you're here. I mean, I am happy to see you again.


Date: 2017-02-26 10:15 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] crux_ofmylife
crux_ofmylife: (pic#9456612)
[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]

Date: 2017-02-26 11:15 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] lechiennoir
lechiennoir: (t: lol james is a dumb <3)
[It totally is the best game ever. Animagus tag! It's awesome! Just ignore the wild animals careening around the halls, folks.]

Date: 2017-02-27 01:07 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] signsthatidentify
signsthatidentify: (Default)
[ he laughs ]

Well, I would have joined you, but it might have looked a little peculiar.

Date: 2017-02-27 01:16 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] signsthatidentify
signsthatidentify: (As long as we took certain precautions)

[ 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. ]

Date: 2017-02-27 01:59 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] lechiennoir
lechiennoir: (o: uggggh fuck life)
Yeah, it doesn't look to be the greatest of places. But at least I've got familiar faces around, right?
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