January 2024 Test Drive Meme: Our First!

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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 ⤴

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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!

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.

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.)

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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[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!

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.]

spiderman meme engage

[deadbook]

(It's probably a good thing Koby cries out because Danny has already picked up another frame to throw. He stops when he hears his own voice and then...No way. He takes a few cautious steps toward the other boy.)

I won't. (He's still holding the picture though. Just in case. The only good defense is a good offense or whatever.)

Are you...

(......This place really was intent on fucking with him, huh.)

Me?

jason kelce shirtless screaming

[swordlord]

(Mihawk admittedly doesn't recognize Koby at all, but he would recognize that hideous Marine outfit anywhere. It gives him pause and he has the same internal revelation as Koby. If a Marine was here then this Daisy lass was either far more detail-oriented than he gave her credit for or she was full of shit.

He lowers his dagger. He was no longer the Marine Killer. Not even here, not when he doesn't know how this place impacted their life back home. If it did at all. There were too many unknown variables.

Besides. Killing this Marine would feel a bit too much like trying to kill a puppy and Mihawk was violent, but he wasn't cruel. He frowns at the cadet's stammering, and then frowns deeper when the cadet is suddenly...)

Are you... crying? (He doesn't sound like he's judging him, but he's mystified because hello? What's happening? The only time people cried around him was when they were begging for their lives.)

alslkaladjsk scream

[kobes]

[Koby blinks a couple times, pushing his glasses up his nose and frowning at the other boy. He recognizes the features, of course, but the clothes, the hair -- all too dramatically different to cause any genuine confusion.]

I...really don't think so? [Why are you blond, sir, for one thing.] Though, um. I guess it depends on who you are?

[kobes]

[The one good thing about this whole nightmare was that Koby still had his Marine uniform and now it's all bloody and shredded and ruined. In the grand scheme of things, that so profoundly doesn't matter, but it feels so unjust all of a sudden, so horrifically unfair that Koby’s breath hitches and he hastily shoves his glasses up on top of his head to rub at his eyes.]

I mean -- yes, obviously, but you don't have to mention it. [It comes out shockingly ferocious, the sort of tone that only someone absolutely insane would use with a Warlord. Still, Koby is beyond worrying about that -- add it to the list of things to panic about, later.

Sniffing, he yanks his glasses out of his hair, furiously polishing them on a non-bloody part of his shirt.] I'm just -- its been a -- really awful weird day, and I'm relieved to see someone I know.

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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?

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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.

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. ]

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."

pls wait

[dead_tongue]

[Iggy had been in the kitchen when he heard someone speak. He'd been ignoring the spooky knocking, telling himself it was just a tree branch in the wind, and had elected to make himself at home. This apparently meant making himself a screwdriver and eating a banana. The banana was gone when he realised that yes, someone was out in the hall.

Iggy picks up his glass and strolls out of the kitchen, spotting a shorter blonde person staring at the photos on the wall. Iggy clears his throat, about to say hello, when suddenly a picture frame hurtles through the air and--]

Owwwwwwwww!

[Hand clapped to his temple, eyes watery, screwdriver dropped. The picture of abject misery.]

Why did you do that? You hit me in the face!

(brain) loading

[dead_tongue]

[Watching magic photos of someone's life is a trip. It's not the sort of thing he's experienced before, and he wonders if it's a trick of some sort. But why?

Iggy isn't sure if he believes that his whole life until now has been a simulation, or if this is, or what - he watched The Matrix, sure, but he thought Dark City was more stylish and anyway philosophy is for nerds.

What was the question?

Oh. Right.

If this pinkie pie twink is a deranged murderer.]

...I mean it was a bad haircut but not that bad.

[He endeavors to look sympathetic.]

Or do you mean, uh. The stabby part?

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.]

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!"

[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

[sweetmod]

Yes, that would absolutely work!

[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?

[sweetmod]

Oh please let him look like a funky little robot dude!

Pretty much the only 'stipulation' we have in terms of aesthetics has to do with making sure characters can just fit in the setting without literally breaking buildings to do so. Aesthetics otherwise are free game.

(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. ]

[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?