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Prismatic Mods ([personal profile] prismods) wrote in [community profile] prismaticaooc2020-05-25 02:19 am
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▶ EVENT.015


It is spring. The land along the edge of the Nothing is in full bloom, having reached radical amounts of plant growth in a short amount of time, likely resulting from recent events.

Beautiful wildflowers will be sprouting as far as the inner city, causing petals to cascade everywhere — roads, transportations, shops — as long as there’s a window, petals will fly in! Swiffy bots can be encountered throughout the streets, doing their best to clean them up.

The Viscosus Bees continue to produce massive amounts of honey, filling the city with a distressing number of hives. You and your loved ones may start developing an abnormal fear of buzzing noises. Those with a keen sense of smell might start getting sick of the sweet aroma. And with all of this honey, ants and other problems start coming in.



Ooh, Dreamweaver, I Believe You Can Get Me through the Night
05/25 - 05/26 | top

Aside from nasty ants, the fragrance will be attracting all kinds of creatures anywhere they can squeeze through. Large kite-sized butterflies can be found wafting through open areas sprinkling dust that makes you frantically sneeze or irritate your eyes. Python-sized worms will be coiling their way anywhere, including underneath your bed, and eating only one sock out of the pair.

Thankfully, the news programs are quick to announce how to deal with the new ecology.

 A  Though they appear adorable and docile, nuzzling you affectionately and making tiny “squee” sounds, of particular danger are the Dreamweavers. These small pixies like to play naughty tricks on people by spraying pixie dust on them that will cause you to spontaneously daydream.

As the daydream takes shape, a visible bubble will float away from your head broadcasting your visions of deep pleasure — either innocent or lewd — to all onlookers. Imagine yourself on candy hills, floating down a river of chocolate, or caught in the throes of passion with that person you have been thinking of confessing to.

The bubbles can be popped once discovered, but getting rid of the pixies is another matter altogether. To drive them off, Prismals recommend singing a song at them… badly.





Gotta Catch ‘em All
05/27 - 05/30 | top

As more and more strange creatures appear and overwhelm the Moon Knights, Lunar Scientia is rushing to launch the prototype of their pest-catching device to deal with the infestation while cataloging them for further studies. They will be requesting for volunteers to clear up the area by using the Beastmaster Cube (B-Cube for short), a light-up cube that safely captures and stores creatures of all shapes and sizes. To activate the B-Cube, simply throw it against a target!

The objective is to clear out as many creatures as possible within the city as well as the edge areas of the Nothing. Any Moonblessed who choose to work near the Nothing are advised to stay vigilant. The notorious whitesnakes will be the largest threat to the area and will have to be taken care of quickly.

 B  An unprecedented side effect of the B-Cube is its failure to differentiate Moonblessed from animals. What a gratuitous oversight! you might be thinking. This may cause Moonblessed to accidentally capture one another.

While trapped within the B-Cube, you will be in a dormant “sleeping” state and experience nothing of the outside world. Fortunately, there is a button to release you from your prison. Unfortunately, you will not be in the same state you were in before being sucked inside.

Instead, you will either be partially or fully transformed into your chosen Moonblessing and exhibit amplified Moonblessing traits. You will also become unquestionably loyal and submissive to the one who trapped you inside the cube, and you will grow protective of them, allowing yourself to be deployed to fight or do the hardest of errands at your new master’s request.

Lunar Scientia is already on the case. Until they release a fix for the bug, those who were captured by the B-Cube can expect to get in touch with their primitive side for a few days.

On the last day of the month, the B-Cube will receive a free software update which will release the affected Moonblessed from the cube’s effects and return them to normal.






The Colour Out of Space
05/31 | top

To celebrate the many successes of the Moonblessed so far in helping to restore the Nothing, the Lunatian government will be holding a large-scale farmer’s market in Lunatia Square where anyone can sell and exhibit their homemade or home-grown goods.

Expect to find oversized vegetation, many of which have absorbed the traits of the Moonblessed around them through their Chroma. Apples may turn aqua to match your eyes, watermelons may have suspiciously hard abs, and potatoes may suddenly have leg and arm-like appendages. Even weirder is that some of the mutated produce tend to scream in a suspiciously familiar manner when you bite into them.

The freshest, most beautiful-looking crops may have additional effects when consumed in large amounts: the more you eat the crops which absorbed Moonblessed traits, the more you’ll discover yourself incredibly attracted to any Moonblessed with those traits. (e.g. eating aqua-colored apples will increase your fondness for those with aqua-colored eyes)

The important part is that all of the produce is still edible! Whether or not you wish to eat them is another matter...

 C  In an effort to entice Prismals and Moonblessed alike, the Lunatian government will practically beg the ever-popular Moonblessed through all channels to come get a booth at the farmer's market for free and sell whatever they wish, provided that the items are personally grown or made by the Moonblessed. It’s a good chance to showcase your bartending, cooking, crafting, or gardening skills while raising profits and advertising your shop while you’re at it!

The other stipulation is that all items purchased through the farmer’s market can only be paid for with moonlacing rather than the Chroma or Demichroma you already have on hand. Yes, everyone will be bartering hugs and kisses for goods whether they like it or not.

For entertainment, they also welcome street performers to spice up the event. Come and entertain the guests for tips along with Amegaharan bards, dancers, and the occasional illusionist. Show off your talents, promote your business, and continue helping the Nothing prosper while you’re at it!

NOTES
WILD CREATURES ▶ Unfortunately, due to their wild nature, they are not suitable to become pets. They cannot be tamed.

BEASTMASTER CUBE ▶ Kindly ask permission from players before using the B-Cube on their character. You can capture more than one Moonblessed as long as you have permission from the players. Those captured will remain in their master’s possession until the end of the month unless they end up captured by another master. Throwing a new B-Cube will overwrite and change the master.

FARMER'S MARKET ▶ As stated above, if your character wants to sell anything here, getting a booth is free. They can sell whatever is usually found at a farmer's market. They can also sell anything that isn't usually found at a farmer's market if they like to be contrary. It's a free city, and the locals love their Moonblessed.


REMINDERS
WHAT IS THIS? ▶ Players may use the prompts in this post to make their own posts and logs for the event in the communities. This post will serve as an event directory. No RPing will take place on this post. Players may place their starters in their top-level comments and link to their posts for others to tag them there.


QUESTIONS? Questions related to this event goes to this thread in the plotting post.

HAS MY QUESTION ALREADY BEEN ANSWERED? ▶ Please read the log and previously asked questions carefully before asking any questions.

DO I HAVE TO PARTICIPATE? ▶ As always, all content is optional. You do not have to be affected by any of the prompts if you wish to opt out.

CAN I DO X? ▶ As long as you follow the game's rules, basic lore, and are mindful of people’s comfort levels, go wild!

WARNINGS/PLAYER PERMISSION ▶ Please ask for player permission before bringing up potentially sensitive subjects or triggers. Likewise, please make use of warnings and appropriate cuts.
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[personal profile] nobodylikeshim 2020-05-24 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)
PROMPTS

TO COME OUT AND PLAY

[ Hisoka only pets the small pixies on the head whenever they come to cuddle the side of his face. He doesn't see much harm in them -- and hasn't paid attention to the news broadcast about them, either. The magician actually be fully aware of what's going on in the city and planet at all times? Please. That fantasy would never come true. ]

A.

[ What a surprise! He actually has non-lewd pleasures that manifest in the bubble abover his head. These range from harassing an acquaintance he has until said acquaintance erupts in bloodlust, breaking into people that he knows' houses just to see their annoyed or exasperated faces, and similar troublesome behavior that generally bothers those around him for kicks.
It seems mostly like he's just thinking about how best to bother his friends, and taking great enjoyment out of that thought... ]


... will they actually get mad this time? [ He wonders aloud. ]

B. [ NSFW; content warning: disturbing content -- hisoka fantasizes about death ]

[ What a lack of surprise! Hisoka has a very lewd fantasy that involves murdering someone. That person is Chrollo Lucilfer.
The overall fight isn't played out ... because he wants to experience that for himself. No, the things that is appearing in the bubble itself is Chrollo's beaten body. It's the face of the man who has lost everything; who knows that he is going to die; who has given up all hope. The light that fades out of Chrollo's eyes; the soft way that he talks; the broken state that his mind is in --

-- Hisoka pauses to start panting a little to himself. ]


... How nice... how nice... how much longer will I have to wait?

EVERYBODY LOVES ME

Are you struggling for chroma?

[ Hisoka leans over his booth as he calls to both Prismal and Moonblessed alike. He is selling wares, too -- he's selling kisses for kisses.
In short, he's giving out free cash at the farmer's market, because he thinks that it is funny to do so. Since the people said that he could set up any sort of booth, he decides to set up a booth like this. ]


Please take some free kisses and enjoy yourselves in the farmer's market. [ There is a bright lilting sound to his voice and he barely seems to be able to keep himself from laughing. ]

WILDCARD

[ Hisoka is sitting around and watching people battle the creatures that have come in; he's also someone that anyone is welcome to capture. But really, he's everywhere and so any prompt is fine. And anyone can use my plotting link for more specific plots, or PM me. ]

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[personal profile] topgun_textiles 2020-05-24 06:36 pm (UTC)(link)
PROMPTS


[Dreamweavers]

Days like these always started like any other, with a walk through the city or a grocery shopping trip. But the giggling got a little hard to ignore as the little cryptids began springing up and curiously following prismals and moonblessed alike, taking little things out of the person's hands and playing Keep Away or mocking the way they spoke. The smaller the prank, the better, especially if it cheesed off the right person.

Naturally, no matter how patient Kanji had fought to become over the years, his honeymoon period of thinking these little guys were cute was cut terribly short when they started whispering to themselves and giggling when they looked back. Old habits died hard. The way his classmates at school would jeer or try to push his buttons was hardwired into his memories.

"Rrrggghhh- Get LOST, YA LITTLE PUNKS!"

Maybe it helped that he was Sanguis and could add an extra boom to his voice, driving the weavers to scatter to the four winds. With a chuff, Kanji straightened his shirt and stormed down the streets, his face a look that could sour milk.

He needed to talk to a friend, or just someone. Anyone. So the minute he recognized somebody or found someone else that looked open to chat, Kanji made a beeline. Pardon the grouchyface. He sighed.

"Yo. What's up?"


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[Gotta Catch 'Em All]

Kanji is on edge, hurrying through the streets and clutching one of those odd creature-capturing cubes. Crap, crap, crap... it was an accident, but he needed to fix this fast!

It was just a slip, that's all, but he didn't think it'd be THAT bad of a throw that he'd end up capturing his girlfriend on the damn creature thingy! But now he had a bigger problem on his hands: He was followed by a creature that blended squid, rabbit, deer and bat. It was a creature Kanji knew quite well, but the Iris moon was days ago!

He needed to find someone else who was using the weird capture cubes. Maybe they knew how they worked better than he did. So when he found anyone else using them, he hurried over.

"Oooi! Can ya help me out? I screwed up!"


[The Color Out of Space]

Kanji stood proudly at his stand, apron tied tight at his waist displaying a spread of kanji that read TATSUMI TEXTILES to those who understood Japanese. He'd give no barks, wouldn't drag anybody over. Why would he, when his wares were more than enough to entice prismals and moonblessed alike over?

His stand was all but overflowing with handmade goods, from pants to shirts, gloves, scarves and hats all constructed to accommodate horns, tails, wings and digitigrade legs and more. But the bigger draw, where prismals and moonblessed were presently browsing and cooing over, were the dolls: Crystal fox dolls with super fluffy tails, cute-ified whitesnakes, and a bevvy of different animals of both earth and prismatican shape abound. Some were large and huggable, and some were small and waiting to sit perched on a shelf or desk. Among them were tiny keychain knit dolls, meant to clasp on your tablet and add a cute, personalized flair.

Next to his wares was an advertisement that things can be tailored on the spot to better fit the shopper, and custom orders are welcomed.

Interested~?


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[personal profile] fashionicon 2020-05-24 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)
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DREAM A LITTLE DREAM

[ Sesshomaru's dreams are simple but may be a little confusing to those that are now privy to them. What gives him the most sense of peace is being able to stand before his father's grave rather than remember any time with him. Clinging that tightly to the past won't do anything, as far as he is concerned.
The other daydreams that slip in are hearing familiar voices call his name followed by their laughter. Those voices are not hurried or upset but filled with bright joy. There are brief flashes of their faces across the bubble before they fade away. What makes him happy is knowing that they are all right while he is in Lunatia. ]


BE THE VERY BEST

What are you --

[ Sesshomaru is literally snapping his fangs at the person who threw the B-Cube. Whatever he intended to say next is swallowed up when he is captured instead of the creature that he is fighting. He doesn't even have a chance to let out a surprised sound before he vanishes.
When he is released, a large demonic-looking wolf appears instead. He is not quite his full size but still stands well above the person that released him from the B-Cube.


A.

[ Hello...!
The giant wolf-demon has appeared! Its red eyes are trained on the Moonblessed that captured it. Have any words that you'd like to say?? ]


B.

[ His red eyes fix on the individual before he lunges forward with his teeth snapping --
-- he knocks his master out of the way just as one of the whitesnakes burrows up from the ground. Sesshomaru opens his mouth to allow large volumes of poison to pour of his mouth and onto the body of the sand serpent. It reels back and that is when he rushes forward to pick his master up by the back of their neck and run.
His intent was only to distract the creature enough to be able to take the Moonblessed to safety.

Once safe, Sesshomaru is actually somewhat cuddly towards his new master. He leans his massive head down to rub it lightly against the Moonblessed and closes his eyes -- seemingly glad they're all right.

His mouth opens as he asks: ]


Shall this Sesshomaru return to tear that fool's neck out?

C.

[ His appearance seems to have frightened off the creatures that he was fighting just seconds before. He sits down before his master. Sesshomaru flicks his ears before he turns his head away. ]

... this form is unworthy. Do not look at it. [ Yes, he is not actually a dog-demon, even though he looks quite similar. He knows that he is actually a wolf-demon. How insulting to both of them. ]

WILDCARD

[ Throw any other prompt that you would like. And anyone can use my plotting link for more specific plots, or PM me. ]

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[personal profile] affectueux 2020-05-24 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)
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i. if god can make a bug’s butt light up, what do you think he can do for you?


[ this is the happiest serge has felt in months. it’s the combination of the weather turning warm and the general cheer of the town, and so for the first time in a long time, he’s feeling like indulging his somewhat childish side. at his age, set to inherit his family’s estate in ever-lessening months, he should have more pride than this, but what is the season if not a time for catching bugs? ]

You, over there!

[ serge claps, but not at the person he’s speaking to. someone who bothers looking will realize that he’s trying to catch one of the less horrifyingly huge insects in his hands. ]

Do you want to help? Let’s make it a competition!

ii. impromptu improv


[ are you having an embarrassing daydream? serge is here to shut it down at a moment’s notice, or at least as soon as he realizes that it’s something a little bit mortifying to have aired to the public. he pops the bubble quickly, and the pixie that had been hovering about to play its prank pouts at him like he’s spoiled its fun.

there was that thing the prismals had said about getting rid of them…

serge can sing as well as any average person off the street, and he’s not sure that good singing is going to get them to go away. so he goes for a slightly uncouth song and waves for your character to sing along with him, urgently. it sounds like a schoolboy song, a round of some kind, and serge sets the melody—so just make the next lyrics up!

(you don’t have to, but he sure will be embarrassed for making such a scene otherwise.) ]


Miss Marietta from Italy has gotten pregnant… 🎵

iii. cante, baile, guitarra


[ this, too, is something that serge hasn’t gotten to indulge in a long time. in lacombrade, a not-so-diverse and extremely catholic school, dancing flamenco wasn’t an especially popular or well-received pastime. as such, he’s a little rusty from a few years without practice, but knowing how to dance to a basic beat doesn’t just disappear. so at the street festival, after managing to get ahold of his closest approximation to the correct style of clothing and helping the local musicians find the rhythm, serge gets to express a side of himself that he normally has to hide.

when the dance is done, if he knows anyone watching, he’ll seem appropriately modest—maybe even embarrassed. for strangers, however, he’s glowing, and he even bows with an unusual confidence toward anyone who seems interested. ]


How was it?

[ his tone, appropriately adjusted to whoever he’s speaking to. either way, he’s flushed with exertion. ]


iv. wildcard!


( as usual, anything else goes! my plotting comment for serge (and others) is right here, so if you’d like to plot something before jumping in, that is also perfectly fine! )


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Dr. Robotnik | Sonic the Hedgehog (2020)

[personal profile] evilgrows 2020-05-24 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)
PROMPTS

[A. DREAMS COLLECTION]

[This is why Dr. Robotnik doesn't like to go outside. This is why he prefers to stay in and get things done and not deal with this shit. But noooo, he had to go get some things. And what do you know, more ridiculous things happened. Biiiig shock.

Not that he's noticing it right now, as spaced-out as he is. He dreams of nicer things, of success, of the next project. Of his machines, efficient and functional and very much not here, but in his daydreams, there they are. He dreams of a certain agent bringing him his favorite coffee, of music and dancing and being alone.

And he can't do anything about it.

Aside from the dream bubble, he looks extremely out of it, an odd dazed-looking smile on his face.

Embarrassing.]


[B. DO UNTO OTHERS IS OUR GOLDEN RULE]

[These B-Cubes remind him of the Pokéball things Sycamore had shown off, and after considering how much that alleged hedgehog creature had kind of resembled the Pokémon... well, maybe these things'll prove useful whenever he gets home.

So sure, he signs up to try and catch some of the creatures around here, why not. He knows what he's doing, or at least the principle of it. But he's got an ulterior motive.

He might get a creature or two, just for the hell of it, but someone might notice him making off with a cube of his own for further study.

They won't miss just one, right?]


[C. ALL MY MACHINES ARE MADE FOR... DECORATION]

[It's been a process, figuring out how magic works and is integrated with technology here, and he's pretty sure it hasn't been helped by his encounter with zaShunina, but he's learning. Difficult, despite his genius mind. Too different from the technology he's so familiar with. But bit by bit, some of the things he's been shown start to make sense, start to fit together, stop being junk data and start being useful. It's like a puzzle, and he likes to work. Sure, he could take the easy way out, ask one of his sciencey acquaintences, use that weird mindshare thing, but he isn't. And now here he is, at a booth among the many, although his wares are a far cry from the eventual business that he can't believe he hasn't abandoned the concept of yet.

It's not even remotely what you'd expect to find at a farmer's market, but he's got a stall nonetheless, metal-and-plastic objects scattered around and over the surface. Tiny hovering egg-shaped things, sad proto-proto-badniks from a man who no longer has most of his resources. Oh, they might be exciting to other people... which is why he's here. Let the masses enjoy what he can't yet perfect.

He's not looking forward to actually selling anything, of course. Now that the Iris cycle's over, he's back to not even wanting to hold hands, and the fact that they won't let them use normal currency is, frankly, bullshit. He's not being much of a salesman either, sitting there with his chin in a hand, glaring at potential patrons, or focusing on working on more of the tiny things and ignoring the crowds.

But, hey, maybe the merchandise'll draw your eye anyway. Some of it is beeping.]


[D. S-H-O-P-P-I-N-G]

[He does take a break from his booth every now and then, when things get slow, because he's curious to see what other people have. Maybe he can find some materials, or at least something interesting to pass the time.

He's holding a limbed potato like it's the skull of Yorick, staring at it with his eyebrows furrowed.]


It's a novelty, I guess.

[E. WILDCARD]

[anything else catch your eye? anything else you're absolutely dreaming to do with robotnik for some reason? bring your own prompt, or hit me up via pm or [plurk.com profile] agentkaz or discord by request for closed starters or brainstorming. i am extremely open to him getting b-cubed if you wanna go that route, or b-cubing your characters. or whatever!!]

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Yuri Kozukata | Fatal Frame V | ota

[personal profile] onerous 2020-05-24 06:43 pm (UTC)(link)
A. Dream bubbles

[Yuri doesn’t usually have to try very hard to put up an appearance like she’s mild and innocent. She blushes easily at anything even remotely sexual, she’s polite to a fault, a bit of a pushover, etc. She’s aware of these things.

She doesn’t need that image shattered by these stupid bubbles.. Especially not when it’s an extremely steamy one, involving Yuri in the middle of a threesome with two boys roughly around her age— one Lan Sizhui and Jin Ling. One string of Jin Ling’s golden beads is in her hair, and Sizhui’s headband around her wrists that are looped around Jin Ling’s neck, clinging to him as she arches and moves with them, head tossed back—

In reality, the real Yuri lets out a loud squawk and desperately starts trying to swat at the bubble and pop it before someone can like, actually see it, but the bubble seems to be just out of her reach no matter what she does.
]

B. Gotta Catch ‘Em All!

[Congratulations! You caught a cordis fox! When released from the cube, Yuri is kneeling on the floor, hands resting on her lap. The fox ears on her head lay flat against her head, the single tail curl against her waist as she watches her captor with a quiet, sad look.

She makes as if to stand and then pauses, hesitating, before she settles back down again, looking hopefully up at whoever it is.
]

Um, whatever you want... Your wish is my command. If I can help you out, or make you happier in some way... Please let me know.

C. The Market Place

[All she’d wanted was to help out some of the booths during this farmer’s market thing, okay? Encourage people to come to the booth, buy a few items, try some samples or something.

The owner of the table handed her a tray of apple bunnies in a variety of odd colors and told her to go sell a few and encourage people to go to the booth for more. Which was bad enough, but the bunny ears she’d plopped on Yuri’s head and the matching tail slapped onto the butt of her short-shorts were kinda much. She felt like a slightly less sexy version of a playboy bunny.

Uncertain, she holds the tray with a furrowed brow, looking around a moment before she gets up the courage to approach someone.
]

Um... Would you like to have one of these apple rabbits...? You’re.... You’re supposed to pay for it with...Chroma, but... [She trails off, her face gradually turning red. I don’t mind, but... You don’t have to?

[She doesn’t want to force anyone into a kiss anyhow.] It might not be a good idea anyhow...

((OOC: It won’t happen EVERY time and will (usually) only happen ONCE—and this is solely up to Player’s discretion—but Yuri has the ability that physical touch might cause her to see your character’s worst/most traumatizing memory. If they died in canon, deaths get the highest priority and then it goes from there. She will relive the memory as if it was herself, and your character will relive it too!

I don’t mind spoilers at all, and you’re welcome to have your character’s worst memory suddenly imparted on Yuri as you please— or not! I’m not your mom. Either it will or won’t work, it’s up to you.
))

D. Wildcard

[Obligatory wildcard! Hit me up w/a PM or at plurk at [plurk.com profile] ovals to has anything else out!]
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[personal profile] impiety 2020-05-24 06:45 pm (UTC)(link)
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PROMPTS

I HAVE A DREAM, A FANTASY

[ Archangel rubs his nose a few times -- sneezing after having inhaled from what he could only describe as "pixies." He brushes the dust off his shoulders and fluffs his large white wings in an attempt to get it off of his person. When he is satisfied, he carries on.

Obnoxious creatures. Is all that he thinks about them, and doesn't realize that a bubble has started to display his deepest pleasure.

It is the world that he lives, but it is idealistic. There is a soft, warm feeling anyone would get while looking at the scene. It moves carefully through the cities -- showing smiles and joy upon the people's faces. A sense of kindness that flows from one person to the next.

The dream shifts and settles down on Archangel. There is a light that shines from him that seems almost too blinding. His wings have grown in number, extending out of his back no longer as an attachment but physically part of his body. His tone is thoughtful as he says: "See? It could have been this easy. Why couldn't you have made a world like this?" ]


TO HELP ME THROUGH REALITY

[ How quaint.

As soon as he thinks that word, he doesn't believe it is quite right. It is more that he did not think that Lunatia would have something like a farmer's market. Well, whatever. ]


A. [ Archangel is careful to keep his wings folded back so that they don't inadvertently strike someone in the face. But he also isn't being all that careful. He wonders why he continues to wear them; he wonders what meaning that they have anymore. Yet he cannot give them up.

As he is musing on these points, as his mind wanders, he realizes that he has hit someone particularly hard with his wing. In normal circumstances, he would blame the person for not being more vigilant and keep walking, but these are extraordinary ones.

So he stops and turns: ]


Are you all right? That must have hurt. [ He reaches his hand out to them to check where they have been hit. ]

B. [ He has no connections in this world. Well, that is not quite true. He has encountered the twins and feels that he has them under his control. Yet even so, he has put all of his faith and time into them once before only to be betrayed. Though, I suppose I can't blame one brother for the sins of the other, hm?

Either way, he knows that he has to make friends with others. If not, he may end up in a difficult position later. So, he notices one of the Moonblessed seemingly focusing on an item. He takes in a deep breath and walks over to them -- pausing to look at the same object of wonder. ]


You seem quite fascinated with this... what about it has captured your eye? Is it something worth getting?

WILDCARD

[ Throw any other prompt that you would like my way. Or you can use my plotting link if you would rather use that. ]

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[personal profile] casaposa 2020-05-24 06:45 pm (UTC)(link)
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A

[ It’s terrible.

This place has so many bugs and while the general consensus of the people around him seems to be that it’s all temporary and this sort of monthly nonsense happens like clockwork, he still hates it.

The bees are a sticky curse he narrowly avoids whenever he wanders around town and now-

Now there’s something in his apartment, invading his limited personal space and ruining what’s left of his life. He didn’t realize, until far too late, that his socks were starting to go missing-half of them seemed to vanish overnight and he still can’t find his other shoe. He didn’t know who to blame until-

Until he saw that wriggling, nasty creature on the ground after pulling back the curtains to let in some light.

It took one, two, three hot seconds for him to absorb the sight of the nightmare in front of him and-

Anyone in the general area can probably hear the chaos that follows-there are some choice loud curses, sometimes in Italian, and the electric crackle of hamon hitting the walls. At one point, you might see a gigantic worm inside a large bubble floating out of his doorway. What does he plan to do with it now?? Who the hell knows. It’s just a bubbled worm floating in the hallway now with a frazzled guy standing in his doorway in front of an upturned apartment.

It's fine. Things are fine.
]

B

[ The farmer’s market is a nice break from just Everything and he’s content to wander the stalls, flirt with some lovely folks and try to wrangle some sense of normalcy out of this situation. Yeah, he’s on a strange world and yeah, he shouldn’t be here, but why not enjoy it? It’s lively and he’s not going to snub a good time.

The various trinkets across the booths catch his eye and he idles in front of most of the tables, trying to discern what some of the more unfamiliar pieces are and enjoying the sight of the few items he does recognize.

Someone might hear him comment, whether they’re nearby or someone selling their own goods-
]

Moonlacing-that's really all there is to it?

C

[Since he has a personal vendetta against these creatures now and is trying to find ways to occupy his day without the looming threat of the pillar men nipping at his heels anymore, it seems natural to focus on this.

These damn creatures.

The B-Cube is an easy way to get his revenge and clean up the town at the same time. It’s a win/win situation and he's fine with that.

There's are just a few issues. His aim isn’t bad or anything-it’s the stealth factor throwing him off. He’s never been the type to sneak up and bide his time before a battle. He relies on a fast assault and brute force in most situations. But when the creatures see him, they run, wriggle, and burrow themselves away and so he's had to adjust to deal with it. At various times, he can be seen behind a tree, crouching near a bush or just crawling along the ground.

It's garbage, honestly. But it's a sacrifice he's willing to make for the greater good, which is ridding his life of this nightmare.

Feel free to join him or get caught in the b-cube.
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Jin Guangyao | The Untamed | OTA!

[personal profile] firebranding 2020-05-24 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
A. Gotta Catch ‘Em All

[Whoever’s caught him? Good job! When released, Guangyao tilts his head with a slow, considerate look to whoever his new master (or mistress!) is, and raises his cupped hands, bowing low]

How may this one serve you?

[He tilts his head, smiling politely; fangs peek out and the fox tail behind him sways lazily. But his eyes are sharp and watchful, the scent of peonies strong around him. He does shift uncomfortably though, the many layers of his robes wearing down on him uncomfortably as he tugs at the collar of the outermost layer with a frown.]

B. Market Value

[At least nothing in the market can hurt him, except for his dignity and pride and all sense of normal.

At least the booths selling other crafts and the like are curious and he lingers over a few crafts or food (particularly sweets) that catch his eye. However, when it becomes clear the seller wants a hug or a kiss in return, Guangyao shies back with a tight smile and a shake of his head to move to the next booth. More than one item has been given rather lingering wistful looks, but he doesn’t seem interested in parting with a kiss for them.

At least until someone seems to get fed up with his window-shopping and his refusal, because the seller of this particular booth yanks him by the front of his robes into a sudden kiss. Guangyao freezes, the person shoving the plate of freshly made funnel-cake into Guangyao’s hands and sending him on his way. He stumbles back a step or two with a splutter, looking mildly scandalized.
]

C. Daring Rescue

[Trying to capture these weird creatures alive is fine and all, but sometimes you gotta apply deadly force, okay? When one particularly large, dangerous bug is looking like it’s about to attack your character, or cornered them—or maybe someone stumbles upon it harassing Guangyao instead?

Either way it doesn’t look like the man is going to be much help at first, at all. But Guangyao doesn’t seem perturbed. He smiles in indulgent politeness, like the creature is some faintly annoying guest rather than dangerous, and his hand moves quick as lightning.

From— Somewhere (seriously where was he hiding it?) what looks like a sword is tossed the creature’s way. The sword, in a move that shouldn’t be doable by something that clearly looks to be a real steel sword, wraps around the creature’s body.

With a bit of concentration, the sword glows faintly before... Well. It’s a bit grisly. The creature is all but shredded to ribbons as the sword suddenly tightening and ripping through it. The sword then returns to Guangyao’s side, slipping into the sheathe like a loyal pet returning home.

He then turns that sweet, dimpled smile onto anyone he’s either saved, or who stopped at the scene with the hopes of maybe helping him instead
]

Everything alright?

D. Wildcard!

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Oona | Orignal | OTA

[personal profile] mermaiding 2020-05-24 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)
A. Dreamweaver

[Oona’s daydreams come in one of two flavors.

Daydream 1: Oona, sans all her scars, her hair cut to her shoulders, sits outside on a beach. In her lap is a small toddler, eagerly playing with some seashells. Every time he goes to put one in his mouth, she laughs and gently pushes it away. After a few seconds, a gaggle of children—all who bear a strong resemblance to her—come swarming in, jumping on her or jumping into the waves. There’s about six children total, all ranging in ages, and Oona laughs and encourages them, building sandcastles and playing with them. It’s all disgustingly domestic.

From behind her comes the swish of robes. A man approaches and while in the daydream his features are slightly obscured, it’s almost obviously Shen Qingqiu. He bends and Oona tilts her head up with a smile as he kisses her forehead. The toddler in her lap reaches for him and grabs onto his robes, stuffing them in his mouth happily.

Daydream 2: Sorry were you hoping for something sexy? It’s not, oops. It’s just Oona laying out in a field, her head pillowed by one Chu Wanning’s lap. There doesn’t seem to be anything really special about the daydream either. He’s even mostly ignoring her, a book held in one hand, the other just gently petting her head while she dozes. But his mouth moves, reading low to her as she listens, occasionally weaving a braid into the hair that spills over his shoulder to her before she unravels it and starts again.

The daydream seems to shift, the person whose lap she’s in changing once in a while—Moran, Xunxian, Ford, Shen Yuan, etc. cycling through her CR, but the image itself remains mostly the same.

Oona doesn’t look too disturbed by them though, just watching the bubbles with a faintly wistful expression
]

B. Color Out of Space

[Look.

Oona eats fish raw. Screaming produce? Weird, but she’s not going to let it get her down. She’s actually wandering the markets, nibbling on an apple that, between bites, seems to be emitting screams or quiet sobs while Oona’s expression remains completely nonplussed as she browses.

Seeing anyone else react negatively to weird fruit and veggies has her pausing, eyeing whatever you’d been trying to eat.
]

Going to— [Munch. ‘Aaaahhhh!] finish? [She holds her free hand out] Will take. Do not waste!

C. Bunny Hop [Anytime during Iris or Triple Moon]

[Sometimes, at random points during the Iris moon, Oona becomes a pure white, tiny rabbit, capable of fitting in the palm of one’s hand. This is annoying in many ways, mostly in that bunnies are like, all leg and Oona’s legs makes it feel like she’s stepping on glass on the best of days. But it doesn’t stop her from trying to swim!

So at any point one might here a plopping little splash of a small body flinging itself into water—a pond, a fountain, a birdbath somehow—which is all fine and good but... she’s a little too small to get back out. And a tad too prideful to straight up ask for help.

So there’s just a tiny bunny trying to scramble up over the sides of various bodies of water and failing miserably. Please rescue her, but be warned that if/when you. DO pull her out of the water, she’s...definitely going to be popping back into her human form fairly soon after.

Her very naked human form.

So enjoy having a very naked scarred up girl in your arms in a bit. That’s what you get for helping people!!
]

D. Wildcard!

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A-Qing | The Untamed | Open

[personal profile] firstkissofsteel 2020-05-24 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)
A. Gotta Catch ‘Em All

[Who gave the blind girl the knock-off poke balls??

Doesn’t matter, she has them! Bamboo stick in one hand, a cube in the other, she wanders about catching some actual creatures once in a while and generally... Actually doing her job?? Amazing. She seems to be getting bored though and, not actually knowing that they’re dangerous to moonblessed yet, gleefully chooses some at random to toss the balls at.

She’s blind! What can she be blamed for??

However upon realizing it’s captured the other person she is, admittedly, a little alarmed. And feeling slightly bad as she releases whoever she caught
]

Uh, sorry. Are you okay?

B. Color out of Space

Why can’t we just have one month? One month without anything going weird?

[She complains out loud, angering around the booths of people desperately trying to sell fruit and vegetables that are a little...off.

She picks up a carrot that has some...weirdly muscle-y carrot arms flexing out from it and stares at it blankly. Why.

Why.

She turns and grabs at the sleeve of a random passer-by and shoves the carrot in their face
]

Does this look off to you? Is it safe to eat? I’m hungry. This place is stupid.

[Pause.] At least nothing’s exploded this time. Yet.

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[personal profile] aceso 2020-05-24 07:00 pm (UTC)(link)
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[ around the kite-sized butterflies ]
[ Christine isn't afraid of insects, but she's never been their biggest fan either. However, seeing kite-sized butterflies is a novelty she can't ignore, and she innocently watches them flutter on by, not realizing that they're releasing a fine dust almost invisible to her eyes. Within seconds she's having a sneezing fit the likes of which she's never had before.

It's so bad, in fact, that she ends up bumping into someone from her eyes forcing themselves closed at each sneeze. ]


Oh! ACHOO! Sorry, I— ACHOO! Gah!

[ Please give her a minute. Or a tissue. ]

[ dreamweavers ]
[ She thought she could avoid this particular nuisance once she discovered it happening to others, but the Dreamweaver pixies are relentless and soon she's walking around, staring off into space. Above Christine's head are various scenes, depending on when you catch her. She might be showing a scene of herself surrounded by baked goods as she makes even more, a scene of her checking on a patient in post-op and having them thank her, and even a scene of her drawing down a tall man with broad shoulders to kiss her — though his face is obscured and all that can be seen is a dark head of hair.

Of course, Christine isn't the only one being affected by this. If you don't catch her in the midst of a daydream, maybe she's catching you, and the two can combine forces to sing badly to drive the pixies away. ]


[ farmer's market ]
[ It doesn't take much coercing for Christine to take a booth at the farmer's market. She's by no means a professional baker, but she does it as a hobby and can certainly fill out a small booth with baked goodies. Lemon squares, brownies, chocolate chip cookies, and slices of apple pie are there for the taking, provided you pay Christine in Chroma. And hey, this is a great way for her to meet new people, right? Just don't be offended when she goes for the hand sanitizer when you leave. Once a nurse, always a nurse. ]

Hey, there. Anything you'd like to buy?


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Nie Huaisang | The Untamed

[personal profile] fanoperator 2020-05-24 07:06 pm (UTC)(link)
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Farmer’s Market
Huaisang has a stall at the farmer’s market where he is selling paintings and painted fans. Most of them are in a fairly minimalist style, created with just a few bold brush strokes. Only one fan is on display in a more intricate style, a detailed landscape. He’s willing to be commissioned for more of those, but they’re much pricier because of the level of work required.
There’s also a stack of ink sketches which seems at first to be all coyly flirtatious figures, robes slipping off of shoulders as they glance invitingly at the viewer. The further into the stack you look, the more salacious things become. Within three or four ink sketches, the figures are kissing heatedly. Things turn erotic soon after that, with a variety of couplings and positions. Some of the figures show moonblessing features like animal ears and tails. Near the bottom of the stack things get kinkier, featuring bondage and tentacles, and the consent of the participants is more dubious.
Huaisang is working on another small ink painting, this one of cranes in a shallow lake. He doesn’t bother shilling his wares, knowing that the paintings will sell themselves, but he looks up with a smile at everyone who approaches.

Street Performer
Huaisang only works half-days at his stall, preferring to spend the rest of the time strolling the stalls of others. He’s drawn to the street performances, and a couple of times he does a performance of his own, dancing in an open area with his performance fans, trailing fabric and fluttering as he dances.

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Winter Schnee | RWBY

[personal profile] specialist_snowflake 2020-05-24 07:09 pm (UTC)(link)
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A1. Dreamweavers - The Dreams of a Soldier

Once it became clear what happened to people who fell victim to the pixie dust, Winter was downright ruthless. The moment she heard a flutter of wings or an incoming 'squeeeee!' the electric fly swatter came out. She thought that would be deterrent enough once she dropped a few dreamweavers stunned and twitching on the ground, but she was so wrong.

If anything, being a paranoid curmudgeon painted a giant target on her back, and it was inevitable that even Winter succumbed to a daydream that put all of her deepest hopes and desires on open display. While the details could shift and change, the most likely options boiled down to three different scenarios.

In the first, it was clear that she possessed great power. It blazed from her fingertips and flared from her eyes, a cold and frosty power that swirled freely around her. She stood against terrible monsters, enormous and dark, masked and violent. A wave of her hand sent spears of ice rocketing into them, dissipating them into black smoke, before they ever reached the assembled soldiers ready to defend the city against the fearsome invaders. Atlas was safe, and Winter was its vigilant defender.

The second was almost the complete opposite. Instead of power, snow, and darkness, there was warmth, sunlight, and tall evergreens. Within the hills, a humble cottage was quaintly tucked away. Two children, a boy and a girl, chased each other in and out of the house, an enormous dog at their heels loping along to keep watch over her pack. Winter, in dark jeans and a loose silk blouse with the sleeves rolled up, put a sleeping baby gently within a crib with a warm smile on her face, the kind rarely seen outside of her time influenced by the Iris moon. She touched the curtains, peeking outside at her husband who was chopping wood and wiping the sweat from his brow. His features were foggy, indistinct...

And there was the third dream, where Winter knelt in the dirt, gardening gloves snugged up to her elbows as she carefully pruned away the weak and dead growth of a cherished rose bush. A young man who greatly resembled Winter was sitting on his heels beside her, asking questions, which she answered with a patient smile. To her left, her sister Weiss was sitting in an elegant lounge chair, an older woman drawing a brush through Weiss's long, loose pale tresses. All of them had the same features -- white hair, blue eyes -- and even someone who'd never met the Schnees would have found it easy to tell that the four people were family. The father, however, was suspiciously absent, and no one seemed all that concerned about it.

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A2. Dreamweavers - Dreams Are For the WEAK!

[Because Winter would want the same treatment, she made it an issue to stop any time she saw someone caught in the thrall of a vivid daydream. She could stop and watch if she so chose, but she's a great respecter of privacy. Whatever is there, she only gets to see a few seconds before she gives the bubble a smart chop with the side of her hand.]

[If the pixies come back, however, you're SOL -- Winter refuses to sing poorly for any reason. How shameful!]

[She'll remain with the dreamer if they seem disoriented, but would prefer to allow the dreamer to retain their dignity and privacy. The only thing that might cause her to refrain from bursting someone's bubble immediately is if she sees herself or someone she cares about featured in the daydream. Hopefully no one is entertaining any lewd thoughts about Weiss, or they could wake up and find themselves rolling down a hill toward traffic, or head first in an outhouse where they deserve to be surrounded in the very filth they imagined.]


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B. The Beastmaster

[Winter certainly had no intention of taking a Moonblessed under her wing to such a degree. In fact, she's quite uncomfortable with it. But it seems she has little choice in the matter, because through a chain of unfortunate accidents, or simply finding a B-Cube thrown by someone else and missed/forgotten, or even accepting them from another person who just couldn't deal with it, she now has a loyal and sentient companion who thinks she's just peachy.]

[For those who are unable or reluctant to fight, they're allowed to pass the time however they please. If they truly seem eager to help her out, she'll accept assistance with meals, chores, and continuing construction on the cottage near the edge of the city (it's almost finished!). She'll see that anyone placed under her care receives proper clothing, food, exercise, and a comfortable place to sleep. It's possible that, given enough time, she might actually start to enjoy sharing this kind of relationship. Being trusted...being able to care for another and provide for their needs...she likes that.]

[On the other hand, good fighters are still needed to defend the Prismals from more vicious insect invaders, as well as the ever-present threat of the whitesnakes. These are the ones that Winter works hard, pushing their limits, overseeing their training, even fighting against them herself if necessary. They receive the same care and attention as those who can't/won't fight, but will have far less time to sit around and idle. There's work for them to do, and Winter has no intention of slacking off.]

[If such a fighter shows promise, and is interested in having their aura unlocked, Winter may elect to do so only after providing sufficient warning that the process will drain all of the fighter's chroma and prompt an immediate, critical need for moonlacing (so they'd better be prepared to have a buddy on-hand for that, because Winter isn't going to sleep with any of her subordinates...not until it's post-event and they're no longer her subordinates).]


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C. To Market, To Market / Fruit of Temptation

Far too busy to waste her time dawdling in a sea of touchy-feely commercialism, Winter chose only one (1) day to visit the open bazaar. She was loathe to pay with moonlacing on the spot, but it wasn't as if spending a few seconds hugging someone would hurt her. It was just awkward, and whoever hugged her would easily feel how stiff and uneasy she was in making the exchange. A kiss to the cheek was, for her, vastly preferred.

Even so, there were exceptions. There were always exceptions. For the rare few individuals who knew her, and had flirted or moonlaced with her previously, there was a slight possibility that one might ask for more and actually get something out of it (that wasn't a backhanded slap across the face). The product being sold had to be worth it, first of all. Secondly, the seller had to be charming enough to weather Winter's chilling stare and point out that she hadn't said 'no'. The same possibility also lay in the hands of someone with traits that matched one of the strange, oddly colored fruits she ate.

Not that it was easy to tell if she was harboring a sudden, undue attraction to anybody; her expression remained as reserved and cold as it ever did. But the careful observer might notice the signs: slightly quickened breathing and pulse, a touch more color in her pale face, a quiet clearing of the throat at an incidental touch. Whatever Winter felt, she was determined to keep those emotions under lock and key (and the equivalent of Fort Knox on top of that). Just the same, she was only human. She had her limits.

[OOC: For the reverse, eating something white and/or cold could cause an accidental attraction to Winter. Men 21+ only, no sharing with any guy who's had relations with her sister.]

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Orihime Inoue | Bleach

[personal profile] leekspins 2020-05-24 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
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A1. Dreamweavers - In Defense of The Daydreamer

Orihime liked the pixies. She thought they were cute, and really, their antics were harmless. She kind of liked seeing what other people daydreamed about, and she wasn't a gossip so their secret hopes were safe with her. And if the daydream was somewhat on the embarrassing (and/or sexual side), she was only too happy to lie and say it was something else entirely ("You were enjoying the biggest bowl of ice cream I ever saw, with all kinds of flavors!" or "You were beating up a monster to save your friend, you were so cool!").

But if it seemed like a really pleasant situation, then she would politely wait until it seemed like a good moment for her to interrupt, giving the bubble one good solid poke to free the victim from the trance. Why not let people enjoy something nice for a while?

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A2. Dreamweavers - Swept Up in a Fantasy

[As for Orihime herself, who used to be an avid daydreamer, her situation is almost always the same: eyes blank, head tilted back, mouth slightly open. Sometimes it's pretty obvious that she was caught running errands, holding a grocery list, holding the groceries that used to be on that list, sitting on a bench with a half-eaten pork bun in her hand.]

[But the dreams themselves, that's where they vary, and drastically so. Her most common daydream is some sort of strange action adventure scenario, usually with a friend she knows as they work together to defeat some nefarious cackling warlock/space emperor/demonic businessman. It might even be your character! The scenarios are wild, but tame, and sometimes Orihime starts laughing in her trance state. At least she's enjoying herself.]

[The more embarrassing dreams are the ones that tap into her secret curiosity, exposing things she'd otherwise be too ashamed to admit. What it would be like to kiss someone... Normally that person would be Ichigo, but there's a fair chance it's one of her male friends, especially if they ever met under a Sanguis moon where the lunar influence awoke more primal yearnings in her. It might be more than kissing, too, with the two falling onto the couch and ignoring the movie to let their hands explore one another instead, sweet and slow. Clothes might start to come off. If they do, what follows is fairly foggy, other than perhaps some distinctive sounds of passion and rhythmic motions. She would certainly hope someone would wake her before it gets to that point, or she might never come out of her apartment again.]


* * * * *

B1. B-Cubes - 2 B A Master!

[Okay. So. Apparently Orihime had a partner-pet, and that wasn't the strange sort of experience she was usually thrilled to enjoy. It's bad if it's someone she doesn't know, because it feels like they've been forced to like her without knowing anything about who she is, or that she's kind of a dork. It's worse if it's someone she does know because she absolutely never meant to put them in this kind of awkward submissive situation.]

[She'll try so hard to make sure they have a comfortable place to sleep on her sofa bed, and to make meals as normal as possible, but there's still a pretty good chance that they could wind up having to endure her weird culinary tastes. She cooks well, the food is never burned or mishandled. But the combination of flavors Orihime tends to like are...well, they're "unique."]

[If her new partner really insists on it, she'll be happy to train with them, and go out to fight whatever sort of pests and monsters are on their level. If things get bad, Orihime is willing to fight too. And heal. And maybe even spend some quality time really getting to talk to someone, learning about them, letting them learn about her too.]


* * * * *

B2. B-Cubes - Something's Fishy

[On the other hand... For whatever reason, something went wrong, and you're now the proud owner of a Magikarp! Or at least, that's pretty much the equivalent. If you're super unlucky, what you get is a beautiful large koi fish flopping helplessly on the ground, gasping for breath. Please put her in some water. If you're only the regular sort of unlucky, only Orihime's lower half goes the way of the koi, resulting in a mermaid tail of white, orange, and black. Unfortunately, unless you have some sort of water battle on hand, she's kind of useless, and she's very sorry about that.]

[Not willing to be a complete burden, she's more than willing to help with things that don't require her to use her legs. She can sew clothes, fold laundry, use her healing abilities to fix up her partner, or even just lean against someone for company and chroma.]

[Put her in a large body of water, however, and witness her sheer delight when she's able to breathe under the surface just fine, the way she always hoped she could since the first day she found out she was a Sanguis fish.]


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C. Marketplace Bakery

[This is the perfect opportunity for Orihime to make a short-term attempt at trying out a job she's always wanted, but without requiring her to commit permanently. There are tons of careers she'd love to try, and it seems a shame to stick to only one, so an open bazaar where she can sell cakes, cookies, and other homemade sweets?]

[SHE IS THERE.]

[Her hair is tied back neatly with a thin yellow ribbon, and she's dressed herself neatly in a loose floral skirt and a pink short-sleeved blouse with a dark blue lily painted over the right breast pocket. A sunny daffodil-print apron is looped around her neck to protect her clothes from the various colors of icing and mousse she worked for days to prepare.]

[Expecting a decent turnout during morning hours, Orihime's morning spread primarily consists of berry-stuffed croissants, filled with a whipped chocolate cream. Those go fast, so only those ready to greet her in the first hour of the market's opening will be lucky enough to grab some. She has cakes set out at all hours, trying to keep a rotating variety available. Most are triple-layered and 9" in diameter in keeping with tradition, topped and filled with flavored mousse. Sometimes she sandwiches fresh fruit, chopped nuts, or chocolate chips as well.]

[Once the croissants are gone, it's time for the cookies and cupcakes to come out. Cookies may not be her specialty product (that would be anything cake-like), but she's still got several that aren't ordinarily found in the average bakery. There are the curiously green matcha mint cookies, the pink cherry chocolate chunk cookies, a more tame butterscotch oatmeal raisin, and because of course she can't do anything without a dash of fun, she's arranged several ninja-shaped sugar cookies on various stands to enact some sort of battle royale. Each ninja has a different colored icing for their garb, so there's a rainbow of options to choose from.]

[It's her cupcakes that she's the most proud of, however. Choose from vanilla or chocolate, topped with flavored whipped cream, and filled with either fresh preserves she made herself from some of the exotic fruits made available, or banana pudding. The top of each cupcake is decorated with a piece of fruit to make the filling obvious, such as a candied orange peel twist for the marmalade, a banana coin for the pudding, or a sweet plump berry. All of the cupcakes are decorated with flower-shaped sugar sprinkles, the paper cups featuring a variety of designs ranging from animal stripes to tiny robots.]

[She'll gladly accept a hug for payment, her embraces warm and genuine and delivered with a smile. Then she'll package up your purchase in a sunny yellow box with a blue six-petal flower stamped in the corner, similar to the hairpins she wears.]

[Just be careful, as some of those fruits used may cause the 'Color Out of Space' effects that would cause someone to be attracted to another person with similar physical traits.]


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D. Color of Space Produce

[If someone is attracted to Orihime, it's 95% guaranteed that she won't notice unless it's followed up with some blatantly obvious flirting. She's naturally a friendly person and rarely suffers from shyness when it comes to meeting new people (the stranger the better!), or greeting the people she knows with a cheery wave and calling out their name.]

[If the reverse happens, and a Moonblessed happens to bear some physical traits that match some of the exotic fruits and vegetables she ate (and she absolutely wouldn't miss a chance to try as many as possible), only the truly astute would notice the telltale signs of her abrupt crush. She's just as friendly as she would be with anyone else, but a touch more attentive. She notices the person's scent, and little hints that they might be upset about something.]

[Most noticeable is how flustered she gets about little things, like offering to walk her home (and panicking to wave off the offer for fear that she's putting the person out), or spending time with her one-on-one. Orihime tends to get pretty bad tunnel vision once she starts crushing on someone, and this place being what it is...she might not realize when the effects of the produce have worn off, and continue to carry those secret feelings.]

[OOC: Orihime is 16, so please keep it to guys around her own age (flexible with ageless sorts that match her maturity level) for this one.]


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Allie Stoklasa | OC

[personal profile] pipewrenchfights 2020-05-24 07:16 pm (UTC)(link)
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A1. Dreamweavers - Country Dreams

Most would have found the pixies cute and charming. Allie was not one of those people. She took to walking around with a rolled up magazine, lunging threateningly in any direction when she heard a squeaky little 'squeeeee! ♥' Clingy rotten little...

As prevalent as they were, she found a few people here and there suspended in their own daydreams. Innocent, lewd, whatever, Allie smacked that bubble with her magazine, waiting for the dreamer to snap out of it. (And smacking them too if it seemed like it might help.)

And there were the rare few that had pixies swarming around them. The Prismals had advice on how to get rid of them, because of course they did, and of course it was stupid just like the Anaconda hose. Allie scowled, rolling the magazine hard in both hands. Probably for the best that only bad singing would work to drive off the pixies, because that's all she had. She cleared her throat.

"Duhnuhnuh, flapjack, duhnuhnuh, nuh-ack, boot scoot..." She frowned at the ground, practically grumbling the song. "Heel toe, do-see-do, cmon baby duh nuh nuh boot scoot." On the plus side, the dreamer proooobably couldn't hear her, right? There wasn't a lot that embarrassed Allie, but singing country music to drive off a bunch of stupid fairies pushed her boundaries. "Yeahhhhh get down, turn around, go to town, boot scootin' boogie."

Now get lost already, because she then hit that daydream bubble with a savage swat.

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A2. Dreamweavers - Grease Monkeys

It was bound to happen eventually. One of the pixies, probably one that Allie swatted like a bug, dumped a load of pixie dust into her face. She stood silently right out in the open, rocking a little on her feet, green eyes vacant and glazed.

Above her head, she dreamed of a dirty mechanic's shop. Concrete walls, pasted over with peeling and grungy band posters of punk rock, heavy metal, and rap. Shelves were lines with tools, clean and neatly arranged. The fluorescent lights overhead were bright, one guttering sporadically. Allie looked as if she were being devoured by the hood of a beat-up mustard yellow Ford Pinto, brown jumpsuit creased with motor oil stains, red curls frizzy and locked into an untidy knot at the nape of her neck. A young Japanese-American man walked in with two bottles of Coke, snapping both down in succession against the edge of the countertop to send bottlecaps dancing over the ground. His head bobbed with exaggerated motions to Culture Club.

"The hell would anyone pay to fix a peesashit like this, just get a new car," Allie grumbled, once she knew she had someone to grumble to.

"People get attached, wanna pop?" he shrugged, bumping the Coke against her elbow over and over until she finally dragged herself out from underneath the hood to take it from him. "And getting attached means paying the bills."

She grunted, wiping her hand on the seat of her jumpsuit before switching the soda and taking a swig. "Thanks. Guess so." She turned her head, and upon finding the rolling cart, she hooked the toe of her sneaker underneath it to pull it closer to the Pinto. "How much?"

He looked away from her. "Fifty bucks."

"Fifty? Shit, Jin!" Despite the curse, a wide grin split Allie's face.

"Little old ladies attached to their cars are my weakness, give me a break!" His grin matched hers as he threw his head back and enjoyed a few swallows. The song on the radio changed, and a flash of delight lit up Jin's eyes while the smile on Allie's face dropped like a stone.

"Allie..."

"I'm changing the channel."

"ALLIE IT'S YOUR FAVORITE!"

Clumsily she put the bottle down on the cart, almost spilling it, and Jin was springing forward to put himself between her and the radio, swinging his soda-less arm in a wild circle. "BLACK! And orange ALLIE cat, sittin' on a fence!"

"Jin you son of a bitch..."

"AIN'T! Got enough dough to pay the rent." He swaggered by, changing directions when she did. "I'm flat broke but I don't ca-a-are, I strut right by with my tail in the air." He thrust his hips back and wiggled his butt.

Realizing she wasn't getting to the radio itself, her gaze settled on the electrical outlet where it was plugged in. Jin, realizing her plan too late, raced after her.

"STRAY CAT STRUT I'M AN ALLLLLLIE CAT--"

"Those aren't the damn words!"

The front door slammed, bell jingling cheerfully. Both Jin and Allie froze in mid-grapple, staring at the customer who seemed less than impressed with their antics.

"Oh hey, how's it goin'?" Jin grinned at him with a chin jerk.

* * * * *

B1. B-Cubes - The Reluctant Trainer

[For the most part, Allie has no qualms about stomping a giant bug or chasing it outside...hucking it bodily out the window, even, when she found the giant slug under her bed. Cleaning up its slime trail pisses her off, so she's forced to go to the store to pick up some supplies.]

[But the giant centipede that rears up around the corner sets off every repulsive instinct in her body, and she jerks backwards in a flail of arms and legs, mop clattering onto the sidewalk.]


HOLY SHIT!

[She's not touching that thing, because she's pretty sure she'd get the worst of that encounter. Might as well use one of the Beastmaster Cubes, even if she hasn't had great experiences with Prismal technology thus far.]

[The centipede scuttles low to the ground, and the thrown capture cube sails past it...and smacks against the back of a Moonblessed's head instead. The person disappears from sight.]

[Allie's jaw drops. What did she just do???? She makes tentative shuffles to either side, trying to get around the centipede, and thankfully it's more interested in the pocket pie she just bought (and dropped on the sidewalk) than her, so they both wind up dashing past each other. Allie snatches up the cube (shit, it's blinking, something's inside of it) and, wincing, opens it up. She wasn't optimistic enough to think she might have caught a smaller bug, which is why she's not wholly surprised to find that a furry anthropomorphic person springs out instead. Were they that way when she caught them? She wasn't paying attention, honestly.]


Uh...you okay?

[The centipede is now turning its sinuous body around to regard the both of them, gross mandibles wiggling with renewed aggression. (Or maybe it scampered off and a centipede fight is no longer necessary.)]

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B2. B-Cubes - Electric Jackrabbit Boogaloo

[Allie has never felt so protective and attached to anyone. It's a strange feeling. And for now? She kind of likes it, too. She's docile when she's not needed, content to relax wherever, and seems to have no reservations about letting herself slump against someone's shoulder or back to back for doing menial things, like eating, or reading, or watching TV. Her bunny ears are short and brown, more in line with the wild rabbits that dart across the prairie than the longer more prized ears belonging to pet shop breeds. There's a couple of short scraggly horns on her head that itch like a bitch, and she scratches at them idly every now and then. Scratch at them for her and she'll melt with a sigh of contentment.]

[But where Allie really shines is when she's called out to fight something else. Against really big creatures she has a tougher time, but will lash out with vicious electrified punches. If the animal/opponent is under ten feet, however... WHAM! She drops it with a loud banging whack of a pipe wrench before turning to grin at her 'trainer.' All right, got it! Praise now?]


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C. Farmer's Market

Allie was not averse to physical contact. Sure it was a little strange to hug and get a cookie out of it, but hey. Free cookie. And there were definitely things she needed, being fairly new to the place and all. Food almost always went over well, especially really good chocolate, and well-made comfortable clothes would draw her interest too. Music collections, as long as she recognized them from modern-day Earth, were bang-worthy if it came to it. And holy shit, what was a bath bomb, she needed one of every single variety like. Now.

She didn't have a stall of her own. Sure, she could have offered to take a look at someone's car and haggle for a price, but she didn't want to get paid in smooches. Demichroma only. She'd just have to advertise later.

Eventually she'd wander over to a fellow Moonblessed's booth, eyes fixed on the wares more than the person running the show, mildly curious to see what they've got. She'd take a free sample if they had one (maybe a couple if it seemed like she could get away with it and not piss someone off), and if she wasn't familiar with it, she'd frown and ask. "What's this about?"

D. Space Crops

So the produce wasn't sentient. Good to know. Because she had a fruit and yogurt cup that she was sitting down to enjoy, cracking off the lid, and picking up her spork to take a scoop of creamy fruit.

The flavors were a good blend of tart and sweet, and she tucked in with a vigorous appetite.

It was about the third bite when the chunk of apple (?) she lifted began screaming like a person. She pulled her head back, surprised. Then she grinned.

"...Hah. Cool."

She ate it, and the screaming stopped, giving her a chance to fit on a pair of headphones and queue up some of the music she bought. It made the screaming fruit much easier to endure as she thumbed a smear of yogurt from the corner of her mouth and idly tapped her foot.

[OOC: Allie has red hair and green eyes, and some freckles if you ate produce with any of those traits. You can also go the other route and assume she ate something that made her think your character is hot stuff too, if it's a male character 21+.]

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[personal profile] afoolshope 2020-05-24 07:19 pm (UTC)(link)
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Allergies

[Minato was very tired of the buzzing, so he was generally found with his headphones on almost at all times. It was also fairly loud, so he likely won't hear anyone if they call to him. That being said, while he was successful in drowning out the bees, he encountered a new problem. His eyes were red and watery due to the dust from the huge butterflies and he was frequently seen rubbing them, sniffling lightly from the tears that came from the irritation and burn.

He would go home, but something was slithering in there and that was too creepy even for him. Harmless or not, he didn't need to deal with something like a snake right now. So, he sat on a nearby bench outside a pharmacy opening a packet of allergy medicine. He hoped it would at least lessen the symptoms. He had a cold compress as well that he pressed against his eyes. Quite a few prismals asked what was wrong, either assuming correctly (allergies) or incorrectly (a breakup) but with his headphones on it was easy to pretend he just couldn't hear them unless physically touched to get his attention.]


Dreamweavers

[Allergies mostly taken care of, Minato decided it was probably safe enough to go back home now. If not, he heard that there was a news program that told how to get rid of them. Not the best way to spend his afternoon but oh well. It was just after he got out of the elevator to the residential area that he was sprinkled with pixie dust. Not that he noticed, the little daydream bubble already forming as his mind began to wander. His steps slowed as he grew distracted.

For those he knows, his daydream was something he actually did think about often. What if he just met these new people back home? No personas, no dark hour, just a normal school year. His usual dorm mates were seen in the dream, of course, but so were you. Dressed in the Gekkoukan High School uniform and taking the train, or being shown around the school and Iwatodai. Or perhaps you were dressed casually, but leaving the dorm with Minato to go somewhere for the weekend. Hagakure for some ramen? Karoake? There's an arcade where they can try and win a Jack Frost doll! Minato's daydream was pretty innocent and domestic, mostly just wishing for a time where things had been normal and he could have the best of both worlds.

If you don't know him, the daydream might seem a bit boring. Or perhaps you see something else? Despite the Dark Hour and the tragedy, Minato did have a lot of fond memories of his 2nd year of high school. The beach with his friends (he really likes crabs), eating a sushi platter with his friends, helping an sweet old couple in a bookstore, playing on a jungle gym with a little girl whose parents were divorcing (maybe you even see the proposal), taking a Velvet room attendant to a club (turn on CC for subs) he was a very social student for someone who hardly says two words in his daydreams.

Or, perhaps, things aren't quite so innocent. He has been getting a lot of action since he arrived, taking advantage of the moonblessings. A teen who was much stronger than his short body belied, another who turned into a devilman in some of those daydream (how does he take something so big?!), or perhaps a certain phantom thief that was way too thirsty for his own good. So many options.]


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[Want to do something else? Have a booth you want Minato to come visit and buy your wares? B-Cube options would have to be planned out but honestly, Minato would be loyal but be a sleepy pet so like. Probably useless. If he's the capturer, he'll just likely try and keep you home so you don't get into any trouble. Anything else, hmu via PM or plurk/discord!]

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[personal profile] hagrides 2020-05-24 07:34 pm (UTC)(link)
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[A: dreamweavers]
[The thing about daydreams is that they are dreams. Grimm is not one to abuse his powers, but in situations like this, it's hard not to lean into them at least a little.

His own bubbles pop themselves before anyone can catch more than a glimpse of them. What might be more interesting is if he happens to feature in your daydream. Then that fantasy Grimm might make comments about the fantasy you're having and whether or not you could just ask him for it in real life, or else act in ways you wouldn't necessarily daydream about him doing.]


[B: gotta catch 'em all]
Oh dear.

[As soon as he accidentally captures someone, he releases them from their cube. It must be awfully cramped in there, after all.

Grimmchild, sitting on Grimm's head, goes to flap over to your shoulder or shoulder-equivalent instead. At least they're light.]


Reluctant as I am to ask, would you mind playing with my child while I handle the animals?

[Babysitting is surely less of an egregious request than combat is.]

[C: street performance]
[A farmer's market, how delightful! Even more delightful are the performances around the area. Grimm's staked out a relatively large clearing - he wouldn't want to accidentally light anything on fire, though he is very good about not doing that - and is performing various acrobatic tricks with accompanying pyrotechnics.

He's gathered something of a crowd, so if you want to raise any concern about fire dancing right out on the street, you might have to push to the front or raise your voice.]


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Konoka Konoe | Mahou Sensei Negima | OTA

[personal profile] im_gonna_heal_u 2020-05-24 07:36 pm (UTC)(link)
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Sweet Dreams are Made of These

"Oh, they're so cute!" Konoka marveled at the impish little pixies. But naturally, being this naïve about fey was bound to bite her, and it did.

The pixies took their compliment by tossing pixie dust in her face.

"H-hey!" Konoka spluttered, and they giggled even as Konoka chased them out. Alas, she had already been struck by their magic. By the time she settled down again, little bubbles were already pouring out of her head.

They come in two flavors, sometimes intermixed:

In some, Konoka appears to be home in her world. She's using magic, helping others out with healing and solving problems like stray, flooding rivers and understanding magic driven habitats. At the end of all of those, there's a woman with a side ponytail who seems to be by her side, protecting her from stray dangers and somehow looking cool and knightly while she's at it. On the other hand, sometimes that knightly woman is sharing the spotlight with someone like Marie, for instance.

In others, however, she's a more captive audience, so to speak. Shady looking women who aren't quite identifiable are stringing her up, countering her squirming with a lot of groping and squeezing. Konoka's attempts to get away look more like embarrassment than distress, if there's any to be seen at all. Eventually said 'shady women' appear to be more familiar after all, though at this point they are much nicer and even spoiling the former brunette, albeit pointedly not untying her. It might vary between people like Marie, Eva, or Rey.

Catch a Bat-girl by her Toes

When the local bulletin points out that the beast cubes are the best way to get rid of all the pests, Konoka had made sure to stock up on them and catch the monsters. It reminded her of a video game she used to play back at home, though she hadn't spent a lot of time with it and thus forgot its name.

She had just dodged the horrifically honeyed bee from trapping her arms behind her back *again* when a stray beastcube wound up bonking her right on the head. Oh no, she's been captured! Before she could squeal, let alone react, she felt the tight embrace of a calm nothingness, kind of like… sub space? It was odd to have a master.

But congratulations! This person now has a lucky bat girl to call their own. Watch out though, she's awfully affectionate!

[Wildcard]

[[Much like top post says feel free to request or make your own even top level.]]

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Rochelle | Left 4 Dead 2

[personal profile] axemeaquestion 2020-05-24 08:06 pm (UTC)(link)
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[A: TREMORS BUT DUMBER]
[Anyone around the Level 2 apartments one morning may hear a big HOLY SHIT coming from Rochelle's place.

Mostly because her bedroom floor is literally crawling with literal python-sized worms. She opened a window and fell asleep on the couch the night before, leaving her bedroom open to half a dozen of the things, now slithering around her floor and chowing on her socks, a pair of boots, and the rest of her outfit from yesterday.

The door is unlocked (whoops), so feel free to walk in on Rochelle in an oversized t-shirt (they made good pajamas) with fire axe, slamming it down on a big dang worm.]


[B: SEX AND VIOLENCE]
[Leave it to this place to have pixies.

One of said pixies was hanging around a burger joint Rochelle had just stepped out of, a shake and wrapped burger in hand. Said burger is quickly forgotten once the dust hits her eyes, though, and she suddenly has the overwhelming urge to just think about things.

Things like leather vests over bare, sweaty abs, tattoo-covered hands running over sweat-glistened legs...

... and then the explosion of a grenade launcher, the same tattooed hand running over the chrome of a freshly-polished magnum pistol, and a heavy machine gun gleaming as a pair of hands swivel it to a horde of incoming zombies - the thought zeroed on the slow-motion spray of .50 cal BMG...

... and so on.

Said thoughts, sex and guns and all, soon start to literally bubble out like Rochelle and float around her, like her head was a goddamn bubble wand. Shaking her head as if to snap herself out of it, though, she swats the offending Dreamweaver and brings her burger to her chest.]


Damn, can't even eat a burger in peace...

[She moves to walk away, not aware of several bubbles around her head now, all broadcasting some pretty saucy thoughts.]

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Engineer | Team Fortress 2

[personal profile] spah 2020-05-24 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
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[A: DREAMWEAVERS]
[Engineer was barely aware of the pixie in front of him by the time he gets blasted in the face with pixie dust. He was leaned against a Caihong bridge over the ponds there until - oh. Now he's thinking about things.

A lot of things. Like whirling machinery, pistol fire, and - most of all - the back of a man's head. In particular, it was a man slipping off a suit jacket, hair straight black with salt-and-pepper tinges of gray, smoothed down save for small waves and curls sticking out behind his neck. The thought lingers on his hair more than anything else.

Said man, pistol fire, and machinery all grow as bubbles over Engie's head. A moment passes, until the Texan shakes his head and moves to reach for a pistol under his jacket, glaring up at several pixies all hovering around him.]


Y'all think you're funny, huh?

[buddy are you actually going to shoot a pixie]

[B: COLOR OUT OF SPACE]
[Engineer had his own business for all his weapon and mechanical commissions, and didn't see much point in bringing it to the market. That said, the idea of a farmer's market made him nostalgic for his old hometown and Texas, and he signed up for a booth anyway.

When he wasn't working with metal, he was often in Haru's community garden, growing the Prismal equivalent of Texas Bluebonnets. They weren't exactly the same - they were more teal than blue, and gave off a soft glow in the dark, but Engineer liked them all the same. His booth has several laid out by the bundle, all wrapped in purple ribbon. An example hangs upside-down in a makeshift stand on a corner in a small blackout wrap, available for anyone who wants to see that glow for themselves.

The merc himself relaxes in a chair alongside it, offering a wide, sideways smile at anyone interested.]


Just so you know, uh... handshakes and hugs are fine.

[He waves his artificial hand, a metal prosthetic with skeletal fingers. His eyes wrinkle with some humor - not that you can see it behind the dark safety goggles.]

Or you can just slip me a dollar and I won't tell no one.

[He's kidding.]

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Geralt of Rivia | The Witcher | OTA

[personal profile] gynvael 2020-05-24 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
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▶ get your herbs (disclaimer: may kill things) [C] | OPEN

[ The last thing Geralt ever expects to do as a witcher is open shop like a merchant. He's also not one to pass up an opportunity to make money, especially when no one's exactly hiring monster hunters around these parts. Not like he has anything else to do.

You might notice his booth after being attracted by the assortment of pastries sold by a bubbly Rapunzel next to him or from Jaskier singing quite loudly about both of their wares. Or maybe you're just curious by a man in a leather jacket, looking entirely out of place at a farmer's market with a table of plants.

Whatever the reason, you can find Geralt with a small selection of herbs. Samples are under overturned glasses, not to prevent theft but to prevent accidental ingestion or anyone touching toxins. None of the herbs are labeled. Buy at your own risk. Geralt will tell you which ones are poisonous, though he won't elaborate. Either you know or you don't. No, he doesn't want to hear any nefarious plans you have about taking out your rival. Just buy the fucking things and go.

There's a small hourglass on his table. It runs for 10 seconds. You may hold his hand for exactly that long, no more no less, in order to satisfy the conditions of the purchase. Since this moon has these damn rules. No refunds. If you accidentally kill someone because you didn't listen when he said they were deadly, that's not his problem. ]



▶ dreamweaver [A] | OPEN

[ Somehow, despite no disasters striking or anyone really dying, the city is still annoyingly chaotic. For someone with his sense of smell, the sickly sweet honey is starting to give him a damn headache.

He's taking a walk to try and escape the scent or maybe find a drink when a suspicious squeak alerts him before a puff of dust blows up in his face. What the—

He sighs, waving away the dust. Unfortunately, it's far too late: he finds his thoughts wandering, quite literally. It detaches into a bubble that he can watch float away, which is disconcerting as it is. Even more so, it carries a vision of a dark-haired woman with violet eyes beside him in bed. They're not doing anything particularly compromising, just next to each other in quiet contentment. The woman is laughing and, maybe more strikingly, so is he.

That's. Ah, fuck.

If you happen to catch a glimpse of the bubble, you'll also catch Geralt trying to make a hasty escape before anyone can ask him about it. ]


▶ wildcard

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[personal profile] prodigalmess 2020-05-24 08:41 pm (UTC)(link)
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▶ The Colour Out of Space

A. It's nice to get out and see what all of the other Moonblessed have to offer for sale. The crops look good too, even if they have some strange attributes. Malcolm takes a pass on the screaming fruit and pink carrots before he finds some yellow grapes that look pretty close to the normal green ones that he's used to. He pops them one by one into his mouth as he walks around the festival.

Stopping next to someone, he watches a glass blowing demonstration done by one of Moonblessed. "I feel like if I tried that, I'd end up with the most warped drinking glass anyone's ever seen."

B. Paying with Chroma is... odd, but ultimately he's not that surprised. They don't have money here. And at least this way he gets to increase his Chroma count as well. As someone who lives alone and doesn't touch a lot of people normally, this is a good thing for him. He also gets stuff out of it. In a way, it's kind of a win win.

Malcolm's not the type to need a whole lot of stuff, but since it's "free", he's been a bit more carefree. He strolls up to someone's booth and gives them a smile. "What have you got?" he asks. "And, maybe the better question is, how much will it cost?"

He's not going to have sex with someone for a crocheted hat.

[ OOC: For the first prompt, if your character is blonde, he's going to have a greater attraction to them, particularly if your character is female. He will flirt with you. God help you. ]

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Jotaro Kujo | Jojo's Bizarre Adventure | Sanguis

[personal profile] starmark 2020-05-24 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
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▶ SWEET DREAMS 'TILL SUNBEAMS FIND YOU

[Even without the assistance of the Dreamweavers, it would probably be only natural that sooner or later Jotaro would start daydreaming — he's currently sitting alone at an outdoor table at a street cafe, with his own books and paperwork taking up just about every inch of the available surfaces. There's an open notebook in front of him that he's meticulously writing in, when he's not sipping from a covered cup or checking something else in one of the other books in front of him.

Unfortunately, whether he was inside or outside, he wouldn't have been safe from the pixie dust, and so gradually his writing slows as he props his chin on his hand and a dream bubble starts to form around his head. Depending on the moment, it might be:

  • Swimming underwater in a warm, vast ocean, surrounded by aquamarine hues and lighter blue-gold bands where the light is filtering down from above. The water is clear, and the surroundings are teeming with life — starfish, anemones, jellyfish, tropical fish of all shapes and colors. Further off, there might even be a smaller shark winding its way through the shallows. It's beautiful, and weightless, and no danger whatsoever of running out of oxygen.

  • Riding a motorcycle down an empty highway at night, following the outer perimeter of a neon city. The specter of the metropolis looms bright on the horizon, not unlike something out of a movie — but this is, after all, a fantasy. The presence of the lit-up buildings and lights prevent the darkness from becoming oppressive, or the scenario from growing too lonesome. Civilization is still close at hand; it's just that the motorcycle and its rider have broken free of it for a while, free to go as fast as they can with nothing but the glow of the headlights to guide them and the phantom trails left behind by the taillights to give any evidence that he was ever there at all.

  • Drowsing half-asleep with his head on someone's thigh, warm and safe and generally motionless. The colors in this daydream are all soft whites and golds, and out of focus in a way that's reminiscent of a watercolor painting. Sleep is beginning to creep in to take its hold, and he isn't fighting it; it's just comfortable, with fingers petting through his thick black hair and, for a little while, a world that seems to be at peace.

Each bubble forms, then floats away, and as it does he seems to snap back to reality for a minute, frowning as he takes another drink of his coffee and sets back to work.]


▶ YOU'VE HEARD OF STRAWBERRY, SO HOW ABOUT RAWBERRY

[Eventually, though, Jotaro will be drawn to the Farmer's Market, where he will actually attempt to do some shopping — and boy, at what cost. The fact that no one seems willing to take his money catches him off-guard, which means he spends entirely too long at a particular fruit seller's stand bickering about a couple baskets of strawberries that he wants to buy.

Long enough, in fact, that the watermelons on display start to, well, become ripped.

He'll be spending a fair amount of time at the market, though, even after he figures out the barter system, so anyone who has the misfortune to eat some of that incredibly swole fruit might very easily cross paths with him before the day is out.]



▶ WILDCARD

[Want to do something else with Jotaro that isn't captured in the above? Drop me a starter or shoot me a PM and we can work something out!]



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