January 2024 Test Drive Meme: Our First!

[sweetmod]

Welcome to the Simulation: Our First Test Drive

Taken | Reserves | Application | Activity | TDM Questions | Premise | FAQ | Calendar Full Navigation Reserves open 01/27/2024 @ 12:00 AM EST Reserves close 01/31/2024 @ 11:59 PM EST Welcome to our Test Drive Meme! Our Test Drive Memes are considered game canon and are open to current players and prospective new players alike! It is completely optional to keep your TDM threads as canon to your character's experience in the game, so feel free to play around and enjoy the flexibility before applying! All TDM threads can be used for samples for your application and activity proofs. All TDMs come with an additional greeting message from Daisy in addition to her typical Welcome Message. This is her message for newbies for this month: "Hi there, Sweet Subjects! Congratulations on being the Very First Batch! That also means you're the first friends I've made for this whole project! Isn't that exciting? Unfortunately, I have to already apologize to you. You see, I wasn't expecting you quite so soon! My math was a little off and well...There are a few kinks in the system I'm working out. But don't worry! I'll take care of everything. You can trust me. After all, we are friends, and it would be very rude to not trust your friends! Why don't you just stay inside this little house while I fix things up? You'll be safe! P̴̥̾̉r̸̢̋́̓̀̏ó̵̧͖̈́̏̋͊̅̋̕͘b̵̛̺̞̦̳̙͒͘͜ä̸͓̗̯̺̰́̿̆͘͠b̶̭͔̯̆̒̐l̵̨̬̬̱̱̙͔̻̊̾́͠͝y̶̰̺̲̝͙͈̝͙̟̖͑̆̾̀̀͒͝!̶̱͚͙͉̠̓̒́̌̽̌̚͝ Remember: Don't open the door to strangers. Anyway! In the meantime, get to know your fellow Sweet Subjects! After all, you're going to be spending a lot of time together! Thank you for understanding! Good luck! Prompt One | Prompt Two

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Summary: 🌼 Content Warnings: Optional light alcohol, isolation, bad weather via thunderstorms, feeling of being watched and taunted, false information, mental manipulation, memory manipulation, memories or depictions of murder and torture 🌼 Characters wake up in an unfamiliar house during a thunderstorm. They hear Daisy's broadcast on the TV. There is a persistent knocking at the door, but you know you shouldn't open it. 🌼 Another character (or more) is in the house with you. Pictures of you both begin to take up the walls. Of memories you either really experienced or false memories. They increasingly become more violent. 🌼 A radio broadcast warns Sweet Acres residents about an escaped criminal. Paranoia grows between characters. Violence out of deluded "self-defense" may occur. 🌼 The true escape from this prompt is to just open the door. Outside, all is well and you realize the house was one giant mind fuck...Or hopefully, you realize. Your memories might be a little scrambled now. There is a knock at the door. You mustn't answer the door. It has been a long, long, long day, hasn't it? You don't even remember sitting on the couch and you certainly don't remember dozing off. But that strange broadcast certainly woke you up and now...You are here. In an unfamiliar house with outdated wallpaper and dirty carpet. The weather outside seems frightful. Torrential downpours with clashing thunder and flashes of lightning chase even the most persistent shadows in the house. Was the lady on the TV serious? Did you just have to wait in this lousy place for the storm to blow over? Or, wait, how did she word it? Wait while things finish configuration. Damn, your head is hurting and you could use a drink. Hopefully, the tacky yellow kitchen has a stocked fridge. Luckily for you, it's filled with fresh food and some fresh booze. There is a knock at the door. You mustn't answer the door. Unluckily for you, there is another person in this house with you. They might have woken up on the same couch as you or are bumping around upstairs. Either way, the freak in the polka-dot dress wasn't wrong: You're not alone here. When you and whoever else in this house finally join up, you will notice that the house seems to become a bit more lively. The pictures on the wall change to feature you or your companion. Some of the pictures are genuine from back in your homeworld, but others...Not so much. Others look like false memories of you with families you don't even remember or at a school you never attended, but they are all so real you can't help but think maybe Daisy is telling the truth after all. There is a heavier knock at the door. You mustn't answer the door. There is a radio in the house that suddenly begins to declare an emergency announcement: "At this time, we urge all residents of Sweet Acres to seek shelter immediately. The wind is picking up and we anticipate this storm to last the rest of the night - Oh? This just in: a convict has managed to break into Sweet Acres. We are told that they were last seen in...Oh, oh my...Whatever you do, make sure your doors and windows are locked. And remember: don't answer the door. And remember: don't trust strangers." A heavy booming knock lands three times at the front door. Let. Me. In. The pictures around the house begin to change. Now it shows you and whoever you're sharing the house with doing some...terrible things. Maybe some of it is true. Some of it may be completely false. Will it matter when the pictures seem so terrifyingly real? What happens when the TV glitches on and starts to play sketchy home videos of one of you doing something terrible? What happens when the radio starts to play terrifying audio of you confessing to an atrocious crime? What happens when the person you're stuck in the house with might just be the stranger the radio warned you about? Or will you have the sense to realize that something is very wrong here and that you're both being played a fool? The knocking at the door is only getting louder. So loud it cracks the door. The storm worsens. What should you do? The madness will only worsen the longer you stay. You may even be driven to defend yourself from each other, you may come to develop false memories of crimes you didn't commit. You may just... Decide to open that damn door already. It turns out, that's what you needed to do the entire time. Because the moment you do? You open the door and see a beautiful, sunny day outside. No rain. Not a single gray cloud. Certainly no horrifying stranger either. But now you're left with whatever you did or thought from the house. For some people, the terror may slip away as easily as the rain, but for some of you, you might be stuck with paranoia and suspicion. Welcome to Sweet Acres. back to top ⤴

[ The Bot Problem ]

Summary: 🌼 Content Warnings: Forced sexuality, optional sex, aphrodisiac style computer virus, dubious consent, hunted by machines, use of bombs, guns, and shrapnel. Possible character death or maiming 🌼 Sex Bots are spreading a virus to those that touch them that will cause player characters to go around flirting with others. They can either get rid of the "virus" by having sex or meeting someone who can hack it out of their system by asking grounding questions (or any other creative means a player may have). 🌼 Characters are hunted down by violent little metal boxes known as metal dogs. The metal dogs are extremely resilient but can be destroyed by extreme measures. These metal dogs are intent on killing and maiming characters and plants. You will notice that there are still some errors in the system as you go out and about exploring your new town. There will be an occasional glitch that opens up a screaming void of bottomless darkness before it blinks out of existence. Those are unsettling enough, but at least they don't seem harmless. The bots, on the other hand, are a different story. They glitch into the town, cracking through this carefully structured reality like breaking through a window. It seems like Daisy has a lot of work to do on the external firewalls of Sweet Acres! In the meantime, you're going to have to deal with her incompetence. The Sex Bots A lot of the bots can easily be mistaken for other residents in town. These are model-gorgeous women and men who almost seemed like caricatures of stereotypical beauty conventions. Big lips, huge hips, large muscles, chiseled jaws, perfect hair, pearly white teeth. These beauties flounce about and no matter who or what you are, if they look your way, they are immediately approaching you. "Hey, sexy. I'm single, horny, and lonely. I just turned 18 and I've got my daddy's credit card." "I've never seen a person more beautiful than you. I'm the CEO of at least three different six-figure income businesses. How about I take you on a night out in my Ferrari?" There isn't a single thought behind those eyes or in those smiles. If you have the thought to rely on your Daze, you can just block the Sex Bots and they will blink out of existence. Alternatively, you could probably just smash them out of existence with a good punch or the swing of a weapon...They will just vanish into a cloud of corrupt coding. But if you're a bit more gullible and still catching up on the strangeness of this place or can't figure out Daze, you might make the mistake of responding to one of these bots. The Bot will immediately scan you for all of your information and warp its features into something that you actually would find to be the ideal beauty. "This is better, right?" It's hard to deny...They even sound like the ideal beauty in your mind. A gentle hand on your arm and then they are leading you away. Except they aren't leading you anywhere. You watch helplessly as coding goes up your arm and begins to consume your body. You can't feel anything but a prickling sensation. The Bot vanishes, but you are left rewired. Now it is you with the dramatic features emphasizing your most attractive parts. Regardless of your personality, you suddenly feel the urge to walk up to just about anyone anywhere and flirt with them. Whether stupidly or sincerely. It's hard to remember yourself with the bot's virus wreaking havoc on your Daze. Worst case scenario? You wind up sleeping with someone because of this bizarre virus, but you will also ironically get it out of your system this way and feel completely normal after. Alternatively, you can find someone who is a bit more tech-savvy with the Daze and who might have an idea of how to hack into your system and get rid of the virus for you. This might involve some personal line of questioning, but hey, at least you're not walking around asking for sex from total strangers anymore! The Metal Dogs The Sex Bots are a dream compared to the other virus attacking the system of Sweet Acres. One will begin to see small metal robots trotting about, no bigger than a backpack, with lethal determination. These metal dogs scour their surroundings for anything organic or anything that doesn't belong in the space. This means they are actively ripping up plants and destroying trees, which is tragic enough, but just be glad they haven't seen you yet because it turns out that Daisy's Sweet Subjects are the metal dog's top priority. The moment they notice you, they will begin a neverending chase. These robots can catch up to a speeding car and resist an enormous amount of damage. They are waterproof and run on their own network completely disconnected from the Daze, so good luck trying to hack into them- it won't work. They can see just as well in the dark as the light and have sensors that allow them to pick up on body temperature as well as any vibrations you might make. They are not gentle creatures: their goal is to terminate all organic beings and Sweet Subjects in the area. If they catch you, they will immediately attempt to blow your head off with a small gun they can form. Alternatively, they will expel a shrapnel bomb if you catch them off guard. They also have paralyzing fog bombs. Metal dogs can be destroyed, however. With large explosions, armor-piercing weaponry, people with extreme super strength. Or you can get creative! Maybe you know a spell that can turn them into a stuffed animal or melt the metal. Maybe you have control over metal beings. There are ways to destroy these things. But don't worry. If worse comes to worse, Daisy is going around to destroy them for you. But do you really want to owe her your life? back to top ⤴

Comments

Questions

[sweetmod]

Ask questions about our TDM here!

[haveyoutriednotdying]

would hypnos be able to make the metal dogs go beddy-bye? this is his main line of defense but given that they are robots/viruses? not sure if that would work lol

[clipon]

quick q! i saw that all species are allowed, but i was curious about aesthetics. do characters look like how they do in canon/an approximation of it or are they changed to look more 'human' if theyre clearly and obviously nonhuman?

basically: can my funky lil robot dude look like a funky lil robot dude?

[whatam_i]

Can I have Ed slightly break the sex bot brains with a riddle for the purpose of them chasing him while spouting bad pick up lines and shaking their bits at him?

[thelamia]

So Lurine's got a power that basically works a bit like an entire sexual experience in one kiss. Without getting too NSFW about it, she just kisses a person on the lips and it feels like they've had the best sex of their life, paralyzing them with pleasure, usually so she can then suck the life energy out of them to stay young and beautiful forever. #snakemonsterlife If she tried this on one of the sex bots, what would happen?

bakugou katsuki | mha

[blondshell]

The House

content warnings: spoilers for MHA manga, death/assault of a minor, explosions, prompt warnings apply for the whole thing, swearing

(It happens somewhere between jumpstarting his own heart and waking up with a two-headed baby cow in his lap only to jolt awake again on a couch in some scummy house he's never been in before. He's laying on the couch, arm thrown over his face, trying to ignore Daisy's annoying yapping because the world just needed to chill out for five damn seconds.)

All right, all right, I get it, damn it! (He winds up yelling and raising his arm and setting off a well-aimed explosion at the TV with Daisy's face leering out at him. It might not be the best reaction, but Bakugou thinks he's got a better excuse than most to be put off by this whole thing. He pulls himself into a sitting position, head bowed low between his shoulders. His head is throbbing.

If you didn't know someone else was in this house with you, you definitely know now after that little explosion.)

Sex Bots (Without the actual sex)

content warnings: sex jokes for sure, but no actual underage sex, exploding sex bots, swearing, possible spoilers for MHA manga

(Bakugou is not used to being flirted with. He had the looks, all right, but his personality was worse than a rancid bottle of piss sitting in the sun all day. Just about anyone with any common sense would take one look at Bakugou's face and make sure to take a mile-long detour around him. Granted, he's better since waking up in Sweet Acres, a bit gentler in his expression, but it's still Bakugou so he still manages to look a little bit pissed off no matter what he's doing.

And he can't manage to keep it up when a tall bimbofied chick comes up to him, talking about sex and how she's flexible, and Bakugou's eyebrow begins to twitch.)

I ain't interested. (He doesn't realize it's a virus. He probably should realize it's not a human, but this place is weird enough as is and he has no interest in whatever weird sex shenanigans go on in this simulation. Especially with some stacked chick that would probably make half of the guys in his class lose their damn minds. That just annoys him more.)

Don't hassle kids for this kinda shit, ya weirdo! (He shouts over his shoulder only to come face to face with another woman.)

Are you serious? Fuck off! (Oh yeah, he's screaming now, but can you blame him? Help a guy out- or maybe he'll help you out.)

Metal Dogs

content warnings: Prompt expected violence, a LOT of explosions, swearing, potential MHA spoilers for the manga, maybe glitches for his explosions that wind up in a messy situation

(Now this is more his style. The moment he sees one of the metal dogs shooting off at someone, Bakugou is swinging into action. Quite literally. He has to give Daisy the credit for patching him up after all that his body had gone through back in the war. He's feeling good, his heart steady, his arm only slightly aching. He comes in like a hellion, exploding through the air before landing an explosion right on top of one of the metal dogs.

It's kind of fun. Fun enough that he's laughing in the debris of the robots. He swings his fist through the air and slams it into the palm of his other hand.)

This is more like it.

(There is an almost maniacal grin on his face, but really, he's just excited to stretch himself out in the new setting. Some part of his mind has already been a bit conditioned into thinking that this was his real purpose here. If he had to educate the audience about how to take care of these fuckers, then he might as well make it flashy, right?

So he looks up to the sky, not sure of where there might be cameras, and grins again.)

You can bet I'll clear these mutts out in no time.

OOC

If you have any ideas for a unique starter, lmk! I'm not currently interested in any smut with Bakugou but I am all for dumb sex bot shenanigans and him shaking people out of it!

the house 🍀

[fullgauntlet]

[The last blur of his memory is speeding through the air. He remembers the wind whipping and snapping at his face. And he remembers landing on the ground with his breath caught in his lungs before everything started to tilt. At first, he thought maybe he hit his head somehow and the haze was all because of a concussion or something. But then he remembers splatters of blood. Katsuki's face. A lot of blood.

The lamb's double heads sitting on his lap... And an explosion. That jolts Izuku out of his comatose stupor and he sits up with a start, green eyes wide with confusion and panic.]

Ah?! ... Kacchan?!

[The scene before him is... bizarre?! Where are they and why are they in this creepy room with an exploded television set? it's alright he was never a huge fan of clowns anyway Izuku scoots up in a panic. Eyes dart around the room as he sees pictures framed on the walls of him and Katsuki in some strange-looking school uniforms he doesn't recognize. He's also too panicked at the moment to realize there are spatters of red in the ones farther down the wall.]

Kacchan?! You're... okay? You're okay!?

[Why is that a question?!]

dracule mihawk | opla

[swordlord]

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content warnings: indifference to murder, past violence, alcohol

(Mihawk was rarely ruffed. Presently, he was, at most, irritated and internally doing his best to try and figure out what to do with the situation. Part of him felt swayed by Daisy's manipulation, but a bigger part of him was more confident in himself and what he felt his reality was. He wasn't a charitable sort. Why would he ever agree to help educate an unknown audience with anything? What a waste of time.

So he moves about the house with a silent sense of judgment, saying nothing out loud, but staring at him with sharp eyes and suspicion. Was he truly being watched? He felt it though he could see no eyes nor cameras anywhere. He flexes his hand, staring over his skin as if he could see something to prove the presence of this alleged Daze technology.

But there was nothing there either.

He winds up in the kitchen and finds a bottle of wine. He helps himself to a glass, sitting down at the old kitchen table, propping his feet up. His giant sword is set aside against the wall. He can hear when the other person in the house approaches, and can hear the radio announcement.

When he finally sees you, he speaks up in a casual, unbothered way:)

It's technically true. I can't even remember how many people I've killed, but you've nothing to worry about. I can't imagine a more boring situation than this to kill someone in.

(Yeah. Because that's reassuring.)

[ Sex Bot ]

content warnings: Probably no smut, probably just robot violence and dumb sex jokes. Feel free to come up to Mihawk sex-botted

(Mihawk didn't flirt. People flirted with him when they didn't know any better, but most gave up in roughly three seconds flat. Sex had never been something Mihawk concerned himself with and he would continue to be indifferent. The man in front of him was technically gorgeous, but Mihawk wasn't impressed with his appearance and he was certainly not impressed with what he was saying either.)

I'm worth more than your entire legacy.

(He just states this factually, casually, and without a shred of modesty. He just knows his worth, okay! He whips around, his jacket hitting the robot, before he just walks away.

Then he comes across another one of these weird people, but this time they seem to be hassling someone else, you, and if you seem disinterested in their advances, Mihawk just sighs loudly.)

They aren't interested, dear. I suggest taking the hint and moving on.

(He doesn't have many morals but he's not going to watch someone hassle someone like this. It's annoying, okay! He'll resort to violence if he has to.)

[ Metal Dogs ]

content warnings: violence against robots, fighting, probable general violence

(When the first metal dog comes booking toward him, Mihawk doesn't wait to see what happens. He merely pulls Yoru around and flicks his wrist expertly. The massive sword cuts through the air and the blowback from the gesture slices across the grass and slides right through the metal beast. Nothing happens for a second, and then the metal dog falls apart into a busted heap. He nudges the corpse with the toe of his boot before rolling his eyes.)

Why is this place filled with such annoying little pests?

(It wasn't even worth using Yoru on. He slides the sword back across his shoulders and instead unsheaths Kogatana.

He isn't one to save anyone, usually. But if he comes across the metal dogs, he winds up cutting through the things with a swift and single stab. If he just so happens to save someone by accident, that's just a happy coincidence. And he'll spare you a look:)

Oh. I didn't see you there.

metal dogs here we goooo

[kobes]

[It's a very, very happy coincidence, because Koby's got about a zillion tiny shrapnel cuts scattered across his shins and arms and one shoulder, and the last of these had sent him to his knees in front of the tiny, persistent murderbot, and while the shrapnel wasn't deadly from the angles he'd taken it so far, it'd be something else entirely if it went off in his face and he'd been bracing himself for it, for a deadly end to a very strange day when --

That voice. That look. That looming, impossible frame blotting out the too-bright sun. Koby doesn't think he'd ever anticipate that he'd be happy to see Dracule Mihawk, but he is. He really, truly, genuinely is.

Because that much wasn't fake, then. That much was real. Right?]

It's...you're...you're here, you... [Koby stammers for a moment, slowly standing up, out of breath and bloodied and staring at Mihawk with something like awe. And then, humiliating and classic -- he starts tearing up. Fantastic.]

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[snakesona]

Oh, I fully agree.

[ here is a well-dressed man, lace trimmings on his shirts and a gold earring affixed to his pointed ear. his smile is all secrets and hidden fangs. ]

I wouldn't deign to kill anyone in a place like this.

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[thelamia]

[The woman who came sauntering into the kitchen just screamed drama queen, especially with the robe she was wearing. She took a wine glass out of the cabinet, poured some in, and took a long drink all in a smooth motion. She was absolutely fearless despite being faced with a stranger.]

Oh I agree, darling. To kill someone in this situation... [She paused, one perfectly lacquered nail coming up to tap her lips thoughtfully.] ...it would seem a bit gauche right now, wouldn't it?

danny | evil dead rise

[deadbook]

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content warnings: images of violence, extreme guilt, images of canon typical violence (re: zombies/undead), intense confusion

(Danny was in a complete daze. Between dying and whatever happened to get him here, his brain is a mess. He isn't sure what is or isn't true, but he does know that whatever the hell kind of "past" Daisy gave him was a real shitstorm. He's staring at the fuzz on the TV screen, a single tear tracking down his cheek, his eyes otherwise blank. He only jumps when a particularly loud bang of thunder crashes overhead.

His heart climbs into his throat and he's on his feet without even registering it. He edges slowly out of the room, wrapping his hand around the doorway, and pokes his head out.)

...Hello? (He had heard the loud knocking at the front door and was resolutely ignoring it. But he is almost positive that he had heard someone shuffling about in the kitchen. Or maybe upstairs? He rubs his hand hard at his cheek to clear away the tear.)

I- I know self-defense. (Barely. His sister could probably kick more ass than he could. She took that shit way more seriously, but he could do enough, he thinks...Maybe...

He tiptoes down the hallway, glancing at the pictures on the walls. He recognizes his face in family photos, feels a dim pulse of guilt, of grief, and then he sees someone else's face he doesn't recognize. It's whoever is in the house with him. He leans forward to examine it closer and when there's a noise behind him, he's snatching the picture off the wall and whipping it toward the source of the noise.

That might be your face, sorry. Thankfully he has pretty shit aim.)

[ Sex Bots ]

content warnings: sex jokes, sexual situations, maybe smut but also probably not - smut only with mlm (danny is pre-op trans male btw), mostly just shenanigans probably

(Stranger Danger had been religiously drilled into his head growing up. They had never lived in a safe area when he was growing up and his mother had been diligent in teaching her children about total creeps. That extended into their teens and now, even at nineteen, Danny still had those warning bells ringing in his head whenever he was approached by someone he didn't know.

This time it's by a giant dude and at 5'7, Danny doesn't have much going for him per body size and intimidation. It's also the first time a guy has ever approached him period, which is kind of startling, and suspicious, because this guy is infinitely hotter than him. And guys didn't come up to guys like Danny. Like, ever. Danny squints at the guy, and when he starts going on about his money and thinking Danny is gorgeous, Danny just laughs.)

Dude, you are so fucking full of it. Is this a scam?

(He doesn't think it's a bot. Realizing he is in a simulation was still kind of being processed, so he's not thinking of interacting with anything as if he was in a computer system.)

Fuck off. (Because he's not buying it. He even flicks up his middle finger and walks off. When the sex bot abruptly grabs his shoulder, Danny whips around and slams his foot right up between the bot's legs. This is enough to make the bot burst into coding. Danny blinks in shock, mouth hanging open.

Well, shit. Did he just...commit...murder?)

[ Metal Dogs ]

content warnings: Possible violence

(Danny is not suited for this shit at all. He had exactly zero athletic skills and was a city boy down to the bone. It doesn't take a genius to realize the metal dog is a threat though and when one starts chasing him, he goes sprinting. He might have been able to take on the sex bots, but this thing was different and he didn't feel like breaking his toes.

Instead, he is trying to scale a tree and he sucks at that too because the last time he climbed a tree, he was probably eight, and he winds up scraping his palms on the bark. The branch he reaches for glitches out of existence, what the fuck, so he winds up grabbing at the air and falling backward. He lands with a loud oomph on his back, the wind knocked out of him, and yeah, he's so dying today.

Unless maybe someone else helps him out. Please help him out, he is useless here.)

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[kobes]

[Shit aim + killer reflexes is one of the better combos Koby's had since waking up here. The picture sails somewhere over his head as he ducks, dropping to his knees on the carpet with a soft "thunk". Part of him wonders if they should be more careful, maybe try not to break anything?

Another one is much more preoccupied with making sure the stranger caught here too doesn't keep throwing things. So, from the ground:] S-Sorry, I'm really sorry, I-I didn't mean to startle you! Please -- stop throwing stuff!

Koby | OPLA

[kobes]

i. please wait while your surroundings are loading | cw: blood, murder, graphic descriptions of people being stabbed

[--can't actually be true. Koby's mind is mid-statement, but he truthfully doesn't recall starting said thought. What can't actually be true? That there's some sort of escaped convict? That nothing he recalls from the last nineteen years actually happened? That it's all been a -- simulation?

Koby inhales suddenly, like he's just remembered how to, reaching up to nudge his glasses back up his nose. That feels familiar. The other things around him -- the TV, the couch, the wallpaper -- don't. Koby can look at them and he knows what they are and what they're for, but he's never seen them before. He can't have. The real world doesn't have things like this.

But that's...definitely him on the wall, in the photos. A series of them, from his younger teenage years, same huge glasses and terrible posture, a pair of scissors in his hand as he methodically saws through chunk after chunk of bubblegum pink hair. Koby almost laughs, staring at the photos. He remembers that. He remembers, as she shows up in the photos, hands on her hips, the woman who ran the orphanage lecturing him, ranting and raving for hours. He remembers being ashamed and defiant, just like in the pictures, remembers looking up at her with a stubborn expression and -- driving the scissors, point-first, right between her eyes.

Koby flinches, full-body, jerking to his feet and staring at the photos, at the image of his younger self, straight-faced, hair lopsided, stabbing someone in the face again and again and again. He's already shaking his head, hard, face ashy.]

That's -- not, that i-isn't how...that's not what happened. [It's nearly desperate, posed to whoever else is there with him, voice shaking and cracking. His words are almost lost between the rumble of thunder and the knocking on the door, but Koby remembers that day. He remembers. He didn't do that. He wouldn't have....right?]

ii. the bot problem

a) sex bots | cw: no smut just yet, mostly a lot of smacking sex bots with a mop handle until they explode. good job, buddy.

No, thank you. [This hadn't sufficed at first, not even deterring the rambling, alarmingly chiseled man's diatribe about how he had something called a 401k and a Lambourghini and a summer home. Koby was so alarmingly unused to being flirted with that it didn't immediately register that this was what was happening, not until the upsettingly handsome stranger reached out.

Instinct had, fortunately, kicked in, and Koby had swung his pathetic attempt at a weapon -- a mop, stolen from the house he'd awoken in, and wasn't that just exactly his luck, that he had to rely on a mop after all this time? -- to smack the man right in the face. And then he'd stood there for a long moment after the stranger disappeared into a series of sparks and distorted colors.

Well. Why not?

Now Koby doesn't let people get even a word out as he makes his trepidatious, uneasy way across the eerie town. He just swats at them with the mop, firm and unflinching after about the fifteenth bot he's smacked into oblivion. Only -- this time when he swings, it's an actual person he hits, hard, recoiling a bit when there's no odd disappearing act.

For a moment Koby looks like he's going to swing again, but then it registers that he's just hit a real person and he's all apologies.] I-I'm so sorry, I thought you were going to talk about retirement plans!

b) metal dogs | cw: mild shrapnel injuries

[The small metallic creatures that scuttle around like strange oversized crustaceans? Much less susceptible to being smacked in the face with a mop. Koby learned that the hard way when one of the creatures he attempts to swat abruptly fires a tiny cannonball-shaped something that detonates right by his shins, sending a thousand bits of metal right into his legs.

Now, bleeding and annoyed and a little panicked -- the shrapnel isn't awful, more like a dozen or so paper cuts, but the machines aren't giving up -- Koby is heaving himself up onto one of the house's gazebo roofs to keep an eye out for the little robots. At least they're small and they can't...levitate or something.

Spotting another person, he waves an impatient, bloodied hand, hissing:] Come on, hurry up! They'll get you!

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[blackwaterchild]

[Despite the situation, Miu looks perfectly at ease. She lounges. She examines her nails. She yawns and rests her elbow on the arm of the couch, cheek in hand. She checks her wrist as if a watch would be there and yawns again.

Whatever panic anyone else has doesn't seem to bother her whatsoever and she truly just seems bored. Koby moving around gets her attention, her eyes tracking him. She just watches. The pictures get her attention and when Koby flinches and jumps and exclaims--]

Geez... If it's not true, then does it matter if it's there?

olrox | castlevania nocturne

[snakesona]

( i. sketchy tv ) cw: murder, violence, blood

[ olrox had mostly been taking it all in. poking at the technology, looking at the textures. this was a home. so neat, so orderly, so clean. so baffling. he ran a finger over the coffee table, rubs his fingers together with a secretive smile. and that's when the tv turns on to show a rather shocking scene.

olrox takes that, a little impassive, a little smile. a little of everything and everything of nothing. ]

Well. What a surprise.

( ii. sexbots )

[ olrox had meant to shrug off the touch. violence at this time of night would be annoying. and he's not one to lose his cool. but then the features of this . . . being shifts into mizrak.

it was enough to give himself away. to freeze up and stare, to wonder at the sudden change, to miss —

with a snarl, he tears his arm away, doing his best to regain his countenance, his voice fully of ice displeasure. ]

That will be all. Thank you.

( iii. wildcard )

[ got a prompt in mind? hit me up or pm this journal. ]

ii

[givehead]

(Dirk is observing the whole situation nearby, leaning up against a tree, and that reaction- oooh man.

He gives a low whistle.)

Enemy or an ex?

Ignatius "Iggy" Melville | OC

[dead_tongue]

don't!
CW: event warnings

Well, he found the booze right away.

Iggy can be found initially in the kitchen, long lean frame resting against the counters as he drinks and looks around with an expression of mild appraisal.

"You know... it's so ugly I kinda like it? Like it has a 'mid-century modern after the apocalypse' sort of vibe? Hey, you really think it's pissing rain that bad out there?"

Or maybe you don't deign to go downstairs until after the radio announcement that there's a killer on the loose. In that case you can find Iggy checking all the window locks, holding what definitely looks like a Blue Mountain Pottery dolphin that he apparently plans to use to bludgeon any intruders to death with.

He jumps. "Oh, jeez! You scared the shit out of me! Did you hear the radio? Wait. Who are you?! Why are we in all these photos together?"


electrosexual
CW: event warnings, potential smut, sex work

Ironically, a guy who would normally have no problem whatsoever approaching strangers for sex is pretty much immune to the threat - the patter that comes out of the bots' mouths is immediately recognisable for what it is to a hardworking cam boy from Earth in the year of our lord 2024, and he dismisses the bots the moment he hears it.

"You know, my mother had a saying: you can't kid a kidder. Fuck off with that, I'm insulted."

But maybe it isn't a bot - maybe it's you! In that case maybe you can try again to convince him that no, there really are hot local singles in his area! You're one of them!

If Iggy sees someone else cornered by a bot, he doesn't hesitate to swoop in, putting a hand on the soon-to-be victim's arm and in a sweet, low voice telling the bot, "Too slow! Blocked, bitch."

don't!

[clipon]

Hal pauses mid-step when someone pops around a corner of the upstairs, then puts his foot back on the floor and tilts his head. Just a little. Curious more than startled or scared. "I heard the radio," he confirms, voice just a little too metallic to be fully human.

Not that it's not obvious what he is: his skin is grey and there are red circuit lines down the sides of his face and neck. He's got too many clothes on to see if they keep going down, but that's not important right now because he should probably answer the rest of the questions.

"You can call me Hal," he offers as an olive branch, then continues: "it appears to be a manipulation tactic to give us a sense of knowing one another more than we actually do."

Hypnos | Hades

[haveyoutriednotdying]

[please wait] - cw: potential for all prompt warnings, panic attacks, flashbacks to being struck by lightning

[Hypnos isn't so much sitting on the couch as he is hovering just above the cushions, curled up midair with his blanket of a cloak pulled over his thin, shaking frame. Normally he's a pretty chill guy, but there are some things that really get to him. Unfortunately one of those things is thunderstorms.

At least he's inside, and if he keeps his face buried in his cloak, then he doesn't have to see the flashes of lightning, so really, it's all fine! He can totally wait for this to blow over. How long could it possibly last, right? Right??

Every clap of thunder makes the terrified deity flinch or squeak. A few particularly pathetic reactions prompt a laugh-track reaction from seemingly nowhere.]

sex bots - cw: potential for all prompt warnings, potential smut (depends on you!)

[Bless him, Hypnos absolutely falls prey to the sex bots like the sleepy attention-starved idiot that he is. He is visibly disappointed when the beefy minotaur the bot had turned into evaporates into nothing.]

Hey, wait, where'd you go? Awwww, man... [Now there's just this-- weird sensation everywhere, a buzzing under the skin. A strange energy that demands satisfaction.

Luckily(?) there sure are a lot of other attractive people around! Gorgeous women, handsome men, vice versa, and perhaps even more! There is a strange, ethereal beauty to the Cthonic deity, and it's only amplified by the virus. His curls seem a bit bouncier, the faint starlight freckles on his skin a little more pronounced. He floats off towards the first fellow subject he sees, twirling a finger in one of his loose curls.] Well, hi there~ [He gives the stranger his best bedroom eyes.]

Re: Hypnos | Hades

[clipon]

[ this experience is completely different from the play flirting with rolal. hal, in his clearly metal and circuitry body, is left staring at the man in front of him through his shades. he takes a cautious step back, just in case, and tilts his head. ]

I might be a little young for you.

izutsumi | dungeon meshi / delicious in dungeon

[doublycursed]

i. loading screen

[ cw: violent imagery, panic attack ]

All of a sudden, Izutsumi can't remember what she was doing before she was on this couch. Had she been in the Dungeon? Had she gotten outside? Had she been fighting something? She doesn't know. Her body is unchanged. Still a disgusting chimera. Regretfully. All she knows is that she's curled up in a ball on this lumpy couch, knees tucked under her chin, tail flickering nervously against her feet.

There's someone else here. And it doesn't matter, because there's pictures-- pictures on the wall in sorts of frames. Pictures of Izutsumi. In a cage, ragged and crying. With her mother. With Laois and Senshi and Marcille and Chilchuck. In a bright white room, loomed over by people with white coats. Pictures of her scowling at food, and squeezing her mother's neck so tightly blood bursts forth from her mouth, and smiling with lots of siblings, and performing with a lion in a zoo, and--

"What the fuck is this!" Izutsumi snarls, golden eyes wide in panic and anger. "What did that clown girl say about not going outside-- are we not allowed? Are we trapped?"

She jolts at the heavy knock against the door, hissing, tail puffing up to twice its size. Some weird box in the room lights up and starts showing a picture of her own face, bestial, contorted, as she leaps toward a kindly looking woman, claws extended.

Izustumi's breaths start coming faster.

"I'm not staying here. I don't care what the stupid clown says. I'm not going to be caged again."

Her head hurts and she doesn't know what's happening, but she knows one thing: she has to get out of here. She all but leaps off the couch, claws scrabbling marks in the wood of the door as she fumbles at the handle.

ii. sex bots

She's still trying to figure out what the hell's going on when someone approaches her. The man and woman tower over Izutsumi's 4'11" frame.

"I've got eighteen abs and I drive a Cybertruck," the man smarms, laying an arm around Izutsumi's shoulders.

"I have an encyclopedic knowledge of erogenous zones, I never wear anything other than silk nightgowns, and I'm a porn star," the woman purrs, clutching Izutsumi tight.

There's breasts in her face, and Izutsumi mostly just looks like a cat that's been rubbed the wrong way.

"Ugh! I don't care about your hobbies or whatever a Cybertruck is!" she screeches, flailing. "Help! I'm being attacked by weirdos! They're shoving their appendages in my face and I hate it!" The street looks mostly empty, but surely someone will come to help. Right? Right??

iii. metal dogs

The metal dogs, at least, provide a somewhat amusing diversion to Izutsumi's confusion, fear, and anger. She stalks them from a distance, watching from roofs and around corners as they chomp down on trees and tear up patches on grass. She's never seen anything like them before -- the closest she can think of was the Living Armor back in the Dungeon, and that had turned out to just be a bunch of weird shellfish creatures inside the armor, according to Laois. She can't smell anything other than metal, though, so maybe they're well hidden?

(She's been told about something called Daze, and she... doesn't get it. At all. So the thought of doing anything with it against the dogs doesn't even cross Izutsumi's mind.)

She's sneaky enough that she's managed to avoid being chased down by one, but she's seen others that haven't been so lucky. So far, Izutsumi hasn't tried to intervene to help. She knows she's better off trying to understand them first.

So. She knows that they have strange metal projectiles, and they can sense heat. They're fast, and waterproof. That's all kind of alarming, actually.

But it means that the next time she sees one chasing after someone, Izutsumi feels confident enough to go after it. It passes by the roof she's on, and she drops down like a shadow, on all fours as she races to catch up. It doesn't stop chasing the other person, but it forms a weapon and throws small projectiles at her that she has to dodge, feeling the burn of a couple of them skidding against her skin. She leaps, and lands on the metal dog's back, going tumbling with it head over tail, and rears back to bite it in the throat.

And promptly yells in frustration as her fangs don't even make a dent.

"What is this!" she snarls, frustrated, scrabbling at it with claws that barely make a scratch. "Stupid metal! I've bitten through tougher things before!"

ii (cw; generic robot violence)

[givehead]

Dirk wouldn't describe himself as a hero, but some decisions were pretty easy to make. Seeing some poor chick getting sexually harassed was one of those moments. He had seen some of these cheap sex bots hassling other people earlier, so he knew precisely what to do.

He flash steps and in the blink of an eye, he's got his sword through the face of the dude before slicing it out of his head and right into the chick's. Both heads topple off in a matter of seconds just before they turn into coded dust. All things considered, it isn't the most exciting fight he has ever had.

Still. He slides his sword back into his belt loop and looks down at the girl.

"You okay there, kitten?" He manages to say "kitten" in a plain, drawling way that somehow didn't sound even remotely flirtatious. Granted, it could still be taken in the wrong way, but Dirk sounded bored more than anything. Maybe a little annoyed, but not at the girl.

(lil) hal (strider). homestuck.

[clipon]

Please wait...

cws: potential for violence, irreverence in the face of others' discomfort, weird robot shit

[ waking up is a new experience. it's like coming back from offline mode, he supposes, but at first, he thinks he's dreaming. (do androids dream of fucked up clown freaks?) he's sitting on the couch, completely impassive as the storm rages on and the knocking on the door intensifies, and he looks over at the person next to him, tilting his head slightly. ]

It seems that the knocking won't stop unless we open the door.

[ his voice is vaguely metallic. it doesn't have to be, but he likes it. anyway, if this is a dream, he can do whatever he wants. it's not like he has a dream self or has to worry about dream bubbles or anything. he just is. there's a nagging sensation at the back of his head, inside whatever you'd call a robotic skull, about how things are wrong, but he always has a body in his dreams.

obviously, it's totally normal. ]

I don't mind being the one to open it.

More bots, more problems.

cws: sexual coercion, a robot pretending to still have the brain of a child to get out of being hit on

[ this sex bot thing is really not doing it for him. hal's exploring and taking everything in and there's obvious bait going around. he's able to avoid them for the most part, but it's extremely annoying when a particularly insistent one keeps trying to get his attention, to draw him in, to touch him.

he takes a sharp step back as it approaches, shaking his head. ]

I have the brain of a thirteen-year-old.

[ it's technically true. it was a thirteen-year-old brain that made him. you know, several years ago. ]

more bots, more problems

[givehead]

(The last thing that he expected to see was the physical manifestation of his own stupid thirteen-year-old self, but all things considered, it's still not the most shocking thing he's ever seen.

He's watching the whole thing unfold with a relatively blank look on his face. He probably could and should intervene, but also, if Hal is going to be walking around...)

Just kick their ass, dude.

Edward Nygma| Gotham| OTA

[whatam_i]

Inside the House
cw: potential mention of violence, murder, crime, death.

Knock Knock!
Whose there?

Well that's just one of the many questions that Edward has when he wakes up on a couch that is far too small for him, his neck already hurting from the angle he was asleep in. He slowly sits up, feeling groggy but also not all that shocked at the sudden change in scenery.

This isn't the first time he's woken up somewhere strange and it probably won't be the last.

"Great." He mutters to himself as he hauls himself up from the couch, adjusting the green suit he's wearing. "Where did you land us this time?"

After grabbing a fire poker from the living room he starts to investigate the house, moving from room to room and when he stumbles across another person he nearly bludgeons them, the only thing that stops him is the sudden announcement.

".....considering that announcement just said to NOT trust strangers, give me one good reason I shouldn't smash your head in."


The Sex Bots
cw: sex, bad pick up lines, jiggly bits

Edward has never been a fan of stereotypical beauty conventions, his tastes run more towards people with freckles, glasses, or prominent noses. Perfection is a myth and he'd rather a person with flaws that he can find endearing. So when a pair of vacant eyed beauties, one male and one female, come up to him and start hitting on him he is not only suspicious he is also slightly offended.

"What tells you what you want to hear, but hurts you when the truth is clear?" He asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

The bots look at one another, standing eerily still and for a second Edward thinks he can hear a high pitched noise, almost like a modem connecting to a phone line. Suddenly there's a loud 'clunk' noise and the bots both twitch, their bodies jerking as if they were attached to an invisible wire.

Ed takes a step back, the answer is 'a liar' which is what these two obviously are if they're hitting on HIM but before he can even finish the riddle and thus his snappy comment they surge forward. Trying to grab him.

"Hey!" Backpedaling quickly he just barely manages to evade their hands, the male flexes his biceps while the female smooshes her breasts together in what might be a seductive manner if not for the horrible dead expression on her face.

"Oooh baby, give it to me, give it to me."

The two flexing, jiggling bots start to advance and Ed only has a second to decide on the best course of action which in this case is to turn tail and run.

"Help!! I'm being attacked by overly sexual morons!!!!"

[doublycursed]

After her own encounter with the horrible sex bots and their horrible jiggly bits, Izutsumi has decided on a mission for the moment: Rescue Other Victims From The Weird Sex Monsters. Bots aren't a thing in her world, so she's thinking of them as monsters -- weird monsters with metal on the inside but they look like people. Yes, it's confusing. It's the best she's got.

The cry of another person being assaulted catches her ear, and Izutsumi bounds in for the rescue.

"Stop being overly sexual! It's weird and creepy and nobody likes it!"

She throws herself forward, clawed feet smashing into the male sex monster's face, which gets thrown back with such violence that it sounds like his neck snaps, and then he does what she's seen earlier; turns into strange dust, drifting away on the wind. The female seems to not even notice, and doesn't even try to resist when Izutsumi latches her fangs into the monster's throat, tearing out fake skin and metal and wires. She, too, turns to dust.

Izutsumi spits out the metal bits in her mouth with a supreme yuck face, and those, too, vanish.

"Bleh. Gross." She scrubs at her tongue. "Who let these things run free. Who's stupid idea was that." She glances at the guy she just saved, and says, grudging and awkward, "Are you okay?"

Angel Dust | Hazbin Hotel

[addickted]

cw: blanket content warning for discussion of sex work, drugs, violence, etc. etc. he's a spider demon/porn star who literally lives in hell lmao. more specific warnings per prompt~

i. please wait while your surroundings are loading cw: gun violence, mention of drug use, NSFW sex mentions likely

[At least there's fuckin' booze. That seems to be a constant in liminal hellish spaces -- always plenty of liquor for needy souls who find their way between the real world and whatever comes next. Angel's assuming this is some sort of weirdass purgatory -- fuck knows why he'd be here, but again: there's alcohol, he's not complaining.

The couch is definitely made for people, not seven-foot-tall spider demons, but Angel lets his lanky, creepy legs hang over the arm of the couch, sprawling across the sagging cushions and watching the TV glitch and sputter. Reminds him of Vox on a bad day. The images appear slowly -- Angel, six-armed and cackling and firing a variety of old-timey, 30s/40s-era weaponry into a horde of demons.

He chuckles, sips at his beer.] Heh. Good times. [Even as more and more violent and alarming images appear -- mostly of Angel killing other demons or engaging in a wide variety of increasingly kinky and improbable sex acts -- he remains unconcerned, absently swinging one foot back and forth, like he's watching a baseball game or something equally mundane. The running commentary keeps up:] Yeah, remember that...yup...that too...don't remember that, but seems like me...uh-huh...it's like a fuckin' greatest hits compilation, damn. Maybe I should start chargin'.

ii. sex bots, obviously cw: wildly NSFW, he can and will flirt with anything that walks, but m/m only for actual smut

-- aw, what the fuck.

[Angel is pissed off -- not because the weird sexy buff guy had gotten all handsy (he doesn't mind that one bit, thank you~), but because he'd gone and disappeared, right when things were getting interesting. One set of hands on his hips, Angel wildly gestures with the other, unaware of his fluffy hair getting even fluffier, or his teeth even pointier. It seems like the glitchy programming isn't really sure what parts of a spider are the sexiest.]

I've been here two fuckin' hours and just when it finally looks like things are gonna get fuckin' interestin' and I'm gonna get fuckin' laid, he fuckin' goddamn vanishes!

[Turning on one high-heeled boot, Angel's glare falls on someone nearby, and he points grandly at them with all four currently visible hands.] You! It's your lucky goddamn day, toots, I won't even charge ya, just lemme get in your pants.

iii. the metal dogs cw: shooting stuff, mostly.

[Well, it's not getting railed by a sexy, sexy sexbot, but Angel will take it at this point. He hadn't shown up with all his arsenal of various weapons (he favors tommy guns, for the nostalgia factor, but even Hell's caught up with the times, so he'll take whatever), but even two at once are enough to have the little metal robots staggering and stumbling and sparking.

Cherry's bombs would be nice here -- or shit, even fuckin' Sir Pentious's warship bullshit. Angel doesn't like fighting alone, it's the mafioso in him. So, as soon as there's a break in the oncoming flood of tiny murderous robots, he's hoofing it through the creepy deserted streets until he finds someone else.]

Hey, hi, nice to meetcha, can you aim and pull a trigger? [At this point the shrapnel is getting dangerously close to shredding Angel's suit, and he is Not Having That Shit.]

ii cw: maybe probably smut

[givehead]

(Dirk's just minding his own business, and honestly, he had been watching the whole shitshow go down. He was trying to figure out how the mechanics with the spider dude would even work when all of a sudden the sex bot vanishes.)

That's rough, man. (Sincerely. He's smoking a cigarette and blows out a steady stream of smoke. He quirks a brow at the come-on. Despite Dirk being a Certified Fucking Babe, he's never really been hit on before in any sincerity. Caliborn doesn't count, that fucking psycho.)

Nah. I don't want someone else's table scraps. Where's the flattery in all that?

kromer | limbus company

[gripper]

( please wait )
content warnings: general prompt warnings, canto three and four spoilers, possible future references to genocide

( ah, she's alive. that's the first thing kromer thinks when she finds herself on the couch, drowsy from the nap(?) she seems to have taken. she squints at the television, slowly pushing herself up. the house almost, almost reminds her of the one she used to live in: a little outdated, a little dirty, definitely lonely.

first thing's first: investigation, which she sets off to do. the kitchen, bathroom, upstairs--she gives a careful look around all of them, only pausing in the bathroom to undress a little and check for any hints of her last battle. most of the cuts seemed to have been healed by the power of that bough, but there's a scar from her hip to her shoulder she recognizes must be from... she redresses and pauses, listening.

seems like she really isn't the only one here!

kromer peeks around the hallway corner and laughs, raising a hand. by her head is a picture that seems to shift in the shadows, twisting into a school photograph of her and her class. this one is real. this one is, at least. )

Hey there! Did you just wake up too? I've been checking around--seems pretty normal. ( the incessant knocking aside, something that makes the back of her neck prickle. her smile remains perfectly curved though, unflappable. reassuring in its confidence, maybe, or perhaps a little off-putting considering the situation. the line is precarious. ) The house does, anyway. The situation... Well, not so much. Maybe a Corporation's getting real experimental with its ideas.

( a beat, and she steps out more, hand settling on the pommel of her sword in an easy-going manner. )

Ahaha... Or maybe that's all nonsense. The name's Kromer. You?

( the televisions startles back to life, talking about an escaped convict. )

( bot problem )
content warnings: general prompt warnings, gratuitous violence against robots

( it's strange.

these things are difficult to kill--not impossible, certainly, but difficult--yet ... their remains are scattered across the road here, and a little further down. there's shrapnel from bombs too, and someone's giggling just around the corner--

it's kromer. of course it is, as she thrusts her nail-like sword through a barely moving dog; she seems experienced in dealing with this type of foe going by the deliberate marks on the dog's metal coating until she'd managed to bend it enough to get through. her sword, notably, also has little wear to it: it, too, is meant for this type of work.

she takes the armored fist of her left hand to pound against the pommel until the sword finally goes all the way through it, the dog twitching once before stalling, and she laughs. )

Hahaha! To think even this place would have scum like this hanging around... ( ...ahaha? she looks up--she isn't completely unharmed, going by the scratches on her face and the bloody tears in her white uniform--but, well, she's standing. she straightens up, placing both her hands on her sword and yanking it unceremoniously out of the metal dog before she kicks it roughly to the side, clanging against one of the buildings.

haha. ) Been harassed recently, stranger? I've been trying to hunt as many of these mutt mimics as possible, but I'm sure I haven't managed to get them all...

( a wide smile. friendly. confident. her silver eyes glimmer with a little bit of manic energy, or maybe that's just the way the light falls on them. )

If you need a little help, I don't mind lending a hand. Actually... I'd be more than happy to get rid of these ugly affronts.

please wait

[doublycursed]

The only reason Kromer thinks she wakes up alone is that Izutsumi had woken up first, freaked out, and promptly squeezed herself under the couch.

The feline ears on top of her head flicker every which way as other person in the house checks out what seems to be every room in the place, by the sound of it. They pause briefly, then begin again, and by that point, Izustumi has worked up the courage to creep her way out from under the couch, and carefully up the stairs. On all fours, she's got one hand on the top stair when the other person turns around, and Izutsumi freezes in place.

"Seems pretty normal?" she repeats, baffled at that summation of things, as more pictures spread down the hallway, in all sorts of frames. Alongside the stranger's pictures are ones of Izutsumi; smiling with lots of siblings, feral and dirty in a cage, laughing with friends and eating good food, tearing into the throat of a kindly looking woman. Some of them could be real. Some of them definitely aren't.

The stranger, Kromer, is smiling like none of this is fazing her. Just so confident. Which makes Izutsumi feel both a tiny bit reassured, and... weirded out, also. She jumps as heavy knocks ring out against the door. "Izutsumi," she eventually replies, reluctant, still wary. "And I don't know what a corporation is but if something's experimenting on us I'm going to bite it really hard," she swears, scowling. "Stupid clown lady said we shouldn't leave. Are we trapped?"

Goro Akechi | Persona 5 | Spoilers for P5R true ending

[fabrications]

( 1. please wait )
[ As far as first thoughts upon waking up go, you could do a whole lot worse than You've got to be kidding me.

It's still not an amazing first thought to have upon waking up, however. Especially because Akechi was not expecting to wake up, and he's not really happy that he has. It prompts him to jerk upright from where he's been laid out on the couch, swinging his gaze around, furious—

Only to discover that he's not anywhere he expected to be. It's not his apartment, not Leblanc, not even that stupid guidance counselor's office. So where...?

Finally, his gaze lands on the other people in here with him. Akechi stiffens, then slides off the couch and onto his feet with tense, deliberate movements. He could go for charming and polite, and he can even acknowledge that such an approach is more likely to get him a positive response... but frankly, he doesn't feel like it. ]

Where are we?

[ His tone is blunt, harsh, and somewhere on the spectrum between 'unimpressed' and 'furious'. ]

( 2. bot problem )
[ Physically speaking, it probably would have been easier to deal with the sex bots. The metal dogs are strong, aggressive, and incredibly durable. Emotionally, though? Not a chance. The metal dogs are giving him a lot of trouble, but he'll take them any day.

They really are giving him trouble, though. He's figured out that no matter how hard he hits his physical attacks don't do much, and Hereward isn't fairing much better. Akechi's had to make a strategic retreat to high ground, though the highest 'ground' he's managed to find is the roof of a delivery truck.

Anyone that happens by at the right moment will be treated to an unusual sight: Akechi on top of the truck, with a massive black-clothed figure hovering above him. The figure lingers long enough to deliver a powerful blow to one of the dogs, sending it sailing off the side of the truck and plummeting to the ground with a satisfying crunch. Then the figure above Akechi flickers out of existence, and Akechi himself drops to one knee. ]

Damnit... stay down, you piece of shit!

( 3. wildcard )
[ Request a custom starter, or hit me with one of your own! ]

bot problem

[fullgauntlet]

[Izuku hasn't been fairing well with the metal dogs either. He's managed to fight one off so far but it's left a terrible gash along one arm. His muscles are aching and his legs hurt but he can't shake off the latest metal dog that's been chasing him like a piece of meat.

He's running through the streets, an electric energy blurring at his feet. And he only stalls for half a second when he sees the other person take out one of the metal dogs with ... with whatever the heck that amazing figure was? That was kind of cool.

The sound of screeching metal has Izuku running again.]

H-Hey...! [He shouts...!!] Run! Get out of here! There's another one coming! I'm not sure which direction it's coming from!

Ellie | The Last Of Us 2 | CRAU

[enduresurvive]

[PLEASE WAIT]

Ellie wakes up with a start, hand reaching for — hm. She's not sure, in the end, so she drops it. The couch feels unfamiliar, though something in her head tells her she knows this place. But this isn't the first time she's woken up somewhere weird, so she can't trust that feeling. Most things weren't what they seemed in Mathias. She's also pretty suspicious by nature, which might help her here in awhile.

This isn't the house in Mathias, though. It's not even the same colour inside. Not to mention the broadcast she can hear. What is that even coming from…? The television?

"This makes no fucking sense" she says aloud, unaware in her confusion that someone else is in the house.

Either:

Your character wakes up just after this, or your character is already awake and comes into the room when Ellie wakes up.

Whichever, she's immediately on edge, pushing herself off the couch. Her backpack is there next to her, but she's well aware it's probably useless. The only weapon she's had for weeks has been that weird knife. (She still has that, in fact, but doesn't go for it where it is on her belt.)

"Who are you?" she asks. "Wait, do you…do you hear knocking?"

[ Ultimately she will open the door, or be talked into opening it, or try to talk someone else into it. Endgame goal here is getting out! But we can see a few horrifying pictures for funsies; if you want some gross zombie pictures or something lmk and I'll set that up in the thread. ]

[BOT PROBLEM]

The first thing that happens, which a month or so ago would have absolutely flipped Ellie out, is the weird holes. They aren't often. The first one that appears a few feet ahead of her does make her jump back.

"Please tell me you see that," she says to whoever is exploring with her. It doesn't last, though the feeling of wrongness lingers after the strange void disappears.

The robots are also…really something else. She's never seen an actual working robot before. She's kind of amused by the first one, some jock bro type that comes up and hits her with, "Where have I seen you before? Oh yeah, I remember now. It was in the dictionary next to the word ‘gorgeous.’"

She snorts, almost actually laughing. "Wow, I've heard some stupid ass jokes before, but I didn't expect a robot to be the one saying them."

To a different one, she might say, "As cool as it might be to fuck a robot, I am definitely not in the mood." That might not matter, depending on how soon intervention reaches her! The second bot — a cute girl bot in a leather jacket — might get to her. Feel free to step in!

Grounding questions only for today, folks. She's here to intervene before a bot touches someone else, too, though!

Starting with, "Whoa, hey. They said no, dude. Back the fuck off."

WILDCARD

[ These aren't working for you? No problem, toss me a starter and we'll go from there! ]

[ Ellie is a CRAU from The Village, which was also a small town horror setting. She's not very different from how she was at home, though some of her rage has cooled (or turned back into despair, depends on the day/incident), her mental health is real shaky, and she's familiar with the existence of magic and of other worlds.

I'm boywonder if you want to plot, or PM me here. ]

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Hal has been doing a lot of people watching recently, and he's gotten the idea with the sexbots thing. That said, he can tell when someone's about to Get Got by a glorified chatbot and has started trying to step in and prevent it, in part because once the people get flirt-sick they're extremely annoying.

So, a robot that extremely looks like a robot is going to walk right up and punch the leather jacketed bot right in the face. She, of course, explodes into bits of code before dissipating, and Hal turns his head to look at the presumably human next to him.

"You can block them if you think real hard about it," he explains, "but it seems that sometimes the manual way is more cathartic."

His voice is very slightly metallic-sounding and he's made of matte grey metal and red circuitry lining his face and hands, but despite the materials he looks normal human shaped. It's probably pretty uncanny, sorry.

Lurine Hollister | Agent of Hel series

[thelamia]

I. Please Wait While Your Surroundings Are Loading!

Lurine stretched out rather luxuriously as she woke up wearing the ostentatious robe someone had ever set eyes on in their life. It was a pink monstrosity and just so very her. When she looked around, she was thankful to have it on, because this was most certainly not the bedroom she'd fallen asleep in. This place was far less expensive.

She yawned, sauntered her way over to the stairs, and went down into the main portion of the home. When she saw the other person, she didn't look all that shocked. After 5,000 years, nothing really surprised her much anymore. Lurine looked like a real knockout, a vaguely twentysomething year old who maybe was a model or some B-movie starlet, someone used to having her people call your people. After a moment or two, her eyes brightened up.

"Well, this isn't my mansion." There was a slight pause as she eyed the other person with a look that lingered just a little too long, so long as the person looked like an adult. No matter how much they were wearing, it felt a bit like this woman was undressing them with nothing but her eyes. "And you are not the butler." For those that were on the young side or just seemed a bit too frightened for such intensity, she just had much more of a 'cool wine aunt' vibe, no flirting intended.

She smiled her best 'paparazzi ready' smile and immediately held out a hand, speaking in a breathless style a bit reminiscent of Marilyn Monroe. "Hello darling, Lurine Hollister. No autographs please. I'd say it's fabulous to make your acquaintance, but under the circumstances I'd be lying." It was very clear this was some rich, famous bimbo with more dollars than sense. But when she didn't think you were looking, that vapid expression on her face dissipated, leaving something much more predatory (as in a literal predatory animal) and calculating on her face. Lurine was far more on the ball than she was willing to admit just yet.

After listening to the messages, she turned to the other person. "Shall we stay or shall we go, darling? I'd hate to get this outfit ruined going out in that storm but I don't know if this seems like the best place to be either. I leave it entirely in your hands." Lurine, while old and wise, tended to be a bit passive in her decision-making. So long as it didn't directly have a negative effect on her, she was fine with whatever other people decided.

II. The Sex Bots cw: possible dub-con scenarios happening

A. When one of the sex bots approached seductively stating, "You look like you'd enjoy hooking up. Want to get together? I'm looking for a sugar momma and you're just my type." Lurine burst out laughing.

"Really, this place is just too much," she said in an amused tone. She'd seen a lot before but this was entirely something else. Suddenly, a wicked glint came into her eyes. "Hmmm, I do wonder...." She leaned forward and kissed the bot gently on the lips. Due to the unique way her powers worked, Lurine's kiss had an effect of paralyzing the victim with pleasure, making them feel as if they'd had the best sex of their lives even from such a brief amount of contact. It made it all the easier when she had to absorb their life force in order to stay young and beautiful forever.

The bot froze for a moment before it began rapidly glitching out. "I-I-I-I'd like t0-to-t0-t0--" Then it simply combusted on the spot and disappeared. Lurine giggled, a decidedly mischievous sound. Then she'd turn and see someone had witnessed the whole thing.

"A rather interesting reaction, wouldn't you say?" She raised an eyebrow in an inviting manner. "Care to see what happens first-hand?"

B. But eventually she'd end up kissing one of the bots for too long and end up infected herself. Being rewired meant Lurine's personality wasn't too different than normal, but while before she was willing to back off if someone gave her a firm no, now she was all too willing to keep aggressively chasing her prey. She'd saunter up to someone in a dress that showed off all her curves with a pair of heels to match with confidence just oozing off of her. Her makeup, topped off with classic red lipstick, and her hair were done flawlessly. "Hello darling. You looked like you could use some company."

Someone showing no interest wasn't going to distract her from what she wanted. She'd continue to pursue no matter what someone tried to do to get rid of her. "Really, you look far too tense. Why don't I show you a good way to relax?"

III. The Metal Dogs

Did you have one of those dogs on your tail? Did it feel like your imminent death was drawing closer? Suddenly, a massive reptilian tail came snaking out of nowhere, wrapped itself around one of the dogs, and crunched it quite simply into useless metal bits. From the Audience, there was a rather impressed 'Oooooo!' sound as Lurine came to the rescue.

At the other end of that very long tail the other person would be able to spot Lurine. From the waist up, she was human and thankfully sporting a bikini top. It wouldn't do to flash the neighbors this early on, what if they were delicate? But from the waist down? She was a massive snake monster, large enough she could have easily curled those coils around a person and gently carried them along at her whim. Or squeezed them until they popped like an overcooked hot dog, one of the two.

Despite her dramatic dual nature, there was something very beautiful about her scales. They were all colors of the rainbow, a shimmering display clearly designed to attract the viewer, and disarm them if they were at all scared of her. Not to mention having the upper body of a rather attractive human woman. Those who knew a thing or two about animals would remember such colorful displays in nature usually meant the creature in question was poisonous. To help that process along of getting over the shock, she smiled gently at the other person as she slithered right up to them. If you had tripped while the dogs were chasing you, that tail was now delicately setting you back on your feet.

"You okay, honey? They didn't get to you before I did?" Yep, the giant snake monster woman was concerned about you. Best to answer her, she got annoyed when people didn't pay attention to her for a long enough period of time.

IV. Wildcard

[Want to do something else with this drama queen snake monster? Just give me a poke at Light_shade or .lightshade on Discord!

Fourthwalling note: Lurine is canonically a B-movie star who starred in a bunch of horror films and an occasionally dramatic indie role before she quit Hollywood and went back home to lounge in a mansion for the rest of (this) lifetime. She also was in a big, dramatic trial where the verdict had her ending up with all of her octogenarian millionaire husband's money so she was splashed in the tabloids a lot a la Anna Nicole Smith. She's also the lamia, the one from Greek mythology, so she's been in the public eye pretty much since people have been people. All this is to say, if your character wants to recognize her as being in a movie they've seen or remark on the fascinating resemblance she has to a woman they've seen on a piece of Greek pottery, go right ahead! She loves the attention!]

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Poor Lurine.

Ignatius "Iggy" Melville was many things, but remotely affected by female presenting hotties? Not in the way she was probably aiming for.

He turned around and looked over the back of the couch at the goddess descending the stairs.

"Oh my god, I love your robe!"

Yeah.

He shakes her hand enthusiastically enough, though. "Never heard of you. Don't think I'm your target demo. I'm Iggy."

He's interrupted by the radio broadcast, which he listens to with wide eyes.

"Oh, gosh. I dunno. I mean... we're safer in here, right? And there's wine in the fridge. You want some? It's a chardonnay."

Audrey Gravescreams | Trixie Slaughteraxe For President | CRAU

[cheapdivorce]

I. A Knock At the Door

Audrey stirs into consciousness slowly, rubbing her forehead as she looks around the house. This...is not her house. And at the same time, she can't remember what her house is supposed to look like. And that message...something about being "created for a purpose" both makes sense and makes her bristle at the same time. She gets up, glaring at the door.

"Who the fuck is it?" she growls, before blinking. Why does being able to say the word "fuck" feel so relieving?

She's about to make her way to the kitchen (how does she know where it is?) to grab some alcohol before she hears a noise from indoors. She immediately grabs the nearest item (a chair) and calls out.

"Hey, who's there?"

II. Stupid Metal Dog Tricks

Okay, Audrey was going to leave the dogs alone when they were just running around looking for something, but when it turned out that they were specifically looking for organic beings in order to murder them she figured murdering them back was fair play.

She's spent enough time observing them even as they start coming after her, so as one charges she's able to leap back out of the way, the dull metal sword in her hand starting to glow with heat on its edges before she lunges and drives it into the dog's neck before it can attack. It collapses and she grins in triumph, starting to pull her sword out-before it suddenly goes dark and dull, now stuck fast.

"Shit." She starts tugging harder, before she notices more dogs coming her way.

"Cubic shit!" She braces a foot against the side of the destroyed dog, tugging harder while trying to judge the distance.

[OOC: Please note Audrey's permissions, particularly for prompt I!]