TEST DRIVE MEME #8

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TEST DRIVE MEME #8

Hello and welcome to the In the Night test drive meme for January! Thanks for your interest in our game! In an effort to streamline our application process and avoid future confusion between incoming and existing players, we will no longer have a reservation period. Applications open on January 22, and will be judged on a first-come, first-served basis.

While you're here...

• Take a look at our rules and faq pages to familiarize yourself with the game.
  
• Note that we have a (current) application cap of 16 apps this month for new players, as the game has a player cap of 70. An accurate count of current players will always be available on the taken page.
  
• TDM threads can become game canon if both players wish. If the situation isn't something that could happen in-game, you're free to chalk it up to some strange hallucination, a shared dream, or other mysterious circumstance.
  
• Note that this is not limited to new characters threading with characters already in-game. If current players wish to thread out the TDM prompts as canon events, they are welcome to do so. They are welcome to make posts in the main comms for TDM events as well. Please note, however, that actual plot clues or happenings will not occur in TDM prompts.
  
• If you plan to apply, please keep in mind that we do require at least one sample thread on the application to be from our TDM (though it doesn't need to be the current TDM).
  
• You're welcome to use the provided prompts or come up with something on your own, but we do ask that all threads take place in our game's setting.

Thank you again, and we hope you'll choose to join us!

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CAKE BY THE OCEAN

It's a brand new year, and with it, a brand new...you? Well, you are dead, but there's still plenty of ways that you can embrace the spirit of starting fresh, especially when it seems that the forest spirits have their own traditions that they're eager to share! If you've only just arrived, you may find yourself pelted with loaves of bread and accosted with noisemakers, or if you're a seasoned Beaconite, maybe you're wearily unsurprised to find strings of onions being placed around various doorways. Just another day in the afterlife. Best to go along with it, even if some of these practices seem to be somewhat chaotic. It's never a good idea to make the spirits mad, after all, and especially not when they're trying to show you...some sort of semblance of good will, you think. For the most miserable of souls, at least you can be comforted in the knowledge that it should all be over before the day is out.

This is a miniature version of the festivities present during this month's intro log!

I CAN'T FEEL MY FACE WHEN I'M WITH YOU

Winter has made its way to Beacon. It's fortunate that plenty of snow gear has been made available at the general store, so this is a great time for those with little-to-no experience with genuine snow to get out there and draw some angels or build forts for some playful snowball fights! At least...it is, at first. Linger too long and you'll find yourself caught in the middle of a raging blizzard that seems to have swept in out of nowhere. In an instant things seem to go from cold to freezing, and the need to get back inside where there's safety from the elements is pressing. Fortunately, you aren't alone. It might not be your usual residence, but more than one of you have tumbled into the same shelter, and will probably be stuck in there until the worst of the storm passes. No time to get to know each other like the present, right? Gotta break the ice somehow (haha).

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RUN BOY RUN

The changes in the weather isn't the only thing that residents old and new need to keep weary of. While a great many of the forest spirits remain generally friendly, traveling alone comes with its risks. There's always the possibility that you may encounter a creature that's less inclined to let you pass it by unscathed. And so it goes for you as you venture out into the trees with your lantern and torch in hand. Whatever reason you had for starting out alone, and whatever got you to this point, you've had to take shelter from a very, very displeased spirit. Maybe it has a body not meant for climbing, and you've scaled high up into a tree that it won't let you down from, or maybe you've taken shelter inside of a structure that it's too big to squeeze itself into. Whatever the case, it's clear that your pursuer isn't giving up the ghost (haha), and you'll need to contact someone for some form of help to get yourself out of this.

1000 FORMS OF FEAR

It's a normal day in Beacon...which means that something inconvenient at best and terrifying at worst must be just around the corner. Whether or not you're on edge about the relative calm, it doesn't seem that anything weird is happening...until you try and post to the network. No matter how many times you try, the message you intend to write erases itself. As if someone else has hacked into your tablet, a new message re-types itself in front of your eyes. One of your greatest fears or greatest regrets announces itself for all to see, and there's no getting rid of it. All attempts at getting rid of it are fruitless, and it doesn't seem that you can back out of the new post window now that you're here. Your only option now is to hit send. But, hey, your fellow residents are a pretty understanding lot. Maybe they won't hold whatever it is against you. Maybe you can explain it away. There's always lying, too, if you want to go that method of covering your tracks.

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Jack Frost | Rise of the Guardians

[frostedoverland]

I Can’t Feel My Face

[ Actually, Jack could feel his face. Very well, in fact. A blizzard, no matter how strong, wasn’t much for him. So it was a few hours into it that he finally returned to shelter. He had wanted to make sure there had been no stragglers out in this weather. No one needed to die (again) on his watch!

Bare feet stepped into the threshold, a fresh layer of frost covering him that he shook off himself. His hands brushed through his white hair as he regarded the person who was also inside. ]

Doesn’t look like anyone else is caught in this, hope you don’t mind some company. Being a loner only has its perks when there’s actually stuff to do.

[ He grinned, locking the door from the fierce wind (geez Wind, give the people here some kinda break!) and went to find something to perch on. ]

Don’t worry, I’m not the warmest person around but I won’t freeze anything in here. Promise!

1000 Forms of Fear

I let Baby Tooth be capture just for the sake of my missing memories, which lead to Bunny being not Believed in and the kids couldn’t see him anymore

[ Ugh, this was so lame. He already apologized for it! He and the Easter Bunny were cool now! ]

I already said sorry and stuff. So can I delete this now? COME ON.

[youngjustice]

If someone stops believing in them, they cease to exist? Is that how it works?

Minato Arisato | Persona 3

[afoolshope]

Cake By The Ocean

[ Well, that was one way to get free food. It seemed dying really had no effect on this boy’s stomach as he was on his third loaf of bread. What? They didn’t look bad! He would have preferred a Wild Duck Burger but beggars can’t be choosers. He tore a piece off and popped it in his mouth as he glanced at the several strings of onions lining the doorways that he passed by.

He knew this wasn’t the afterlife (not that one he was expecting, anyway), but could he still say it sure was weird? Because it was, even coming from him. ]

-!!

[ A startled yelp left him, followed by coughing as he nearly choked on his bread and fell right on his ass when a spirit with a noisemaker decided to start making said noise behind him. It laughed and ran off gleefully, leaving Minato low key embarrassed and high key wanting to burn his bread now for nearly killing him (again). ]

...whatever.

1000 Forms of Fear

I regret not lasting longer than a month and not telling my friends that I was dying. They didn’t get to say goodbye.

[ Well. That was all kinds of messed up to whomever hacked this thing. It was another moment, and it looked like he had free reign again, that he added. ]

It wouldn’t have been fair to them and it’s a long story. Don’t worry about it, thanks.

1000 forms of fear

[reigniter]

[He can relate to some small extent.]

Did you manage to spend your time with them?

Sometimes it is not about the words, but the things that we do

Tataru Taru | FFXIV

[seemstressed]

Ding Dong You're Dead But Hey There's Cake?

<sub>[Out of everything Tataru's experienced in all twenty one summers of her life, death was, without a doubt, the most traumatic. Perhaps the wildest part of it all is that she can't really remember how she kicked the bucket either. Had a morbol made a tasty treat of her or had a dragon decided to turn her into a quick snack? Really, there are lots of ways for lalafell to meet their demise. She'd just assumed hers wouldn't have been so soon.

But, when you go on grand adventures, are shy of three feet tall, and deal with all sorts of creatures and people alike, it only makes sense that the risk of ending up dead would be amplified tenfold. This, however, is not what she expected dying to be like, Twelve have mercy. As far as she can tell this other world, this afterlife of sorts (after she'd had her share of tears and panicked screeching), is more alive than she could've imaged. Why, they're even throwing a party...even if it means she's getting loaves of bread tossed at her. Having taken a seat (and one of the loaves) Tataru settles herself down, her lantern carefully placed by her side. For the moment she's completely content with picking at the bread, breaking off pieces to nibble on. She's easy to overlook due to her size and even easier to trip over if you're not watching where you're going.

If you're not the clumsy type then it might be her who's running into your legs, hugging her lantern to her chest as she shrieks, chased by a bunch of mischievous forest spirits with noise makers and a penchant for tugging on her ears.]</sub>

O-Oh leave me be, leave me alon-!

_{[What's that sound? That thud? It's the sound of her head making contact with your knees, depending on how tall you are, and the subsequent tumbling of Tataru onto her backside. Oops.]}

Ah-!

Can't Feel My Face

<sub>[Despite the time she'd spent in Ishgard, Tataru never found herself becoming fond of the chill. She is, however, aware of how quickly a storm can brew and despite her best attempts at hurrying back toward where she's been designated to stay and "live" (little lalafell legs can only go so fast) she finds herself caught amidst winds that threaten to blow her over and flakes of snow that blind and disorient. At the first door she can find that will open to her she's throwing herself through the entrance, slamming the barrier shut behind her with a full bodied heave. From the size of her and in the dim light she may be mistaken for a forest spirit, but as soon as she's turning around it's clear that her maskless face is one that belongs to just another unfortunate soul.

She'd be apologizing to barging in, tripping over her words and waving her hands about...but that'll come in a moment. She needs to catch her breath. So, y'know...give her a minute.]</sub>

can't feel my face

[evulsed]

[ This place doesn't get many visitors. He expects that's why Bruce chose it to begin with— there wasn't much in the museum that likely hasn't been picked over by the people that came before. But even so, there aren't any real signs of the place being lived in on first blush. The bedrooms that have been built, the makeshift kitchen— those are all further back.

So it would probably seem strange then, that as soon as she charges in to a place that should by all rights be abandoned, in the middle of the room is what seems to be a shadow made into a person. Vanitas' lantern is dim compared to almost everyone else in this place, and while he's as solid as any other person, he seems to settle in the shadows like he'll become one with them at any moment. The thing that stands out most about him are the yellow of his eyes, watching this new person trying to catch their breath against the huge doors.

It's a wonder she was able to pull them open at all, at that size. Vanitas arches an eyebrow. ]

Ravus Nox Fleuret | FFXV

[sonoftenebrae]

Can’t Feel My Face

[There is, apparently, a limit to how warm one can keep one’s self through sheer, unadulterated fury. The icy storm winds are whipping his coat and his hair around him, whisking away any body heat his shivering form is producing.

Needless to say, Ravus is pissed. He’s still lost in the forest, who knows how far from the town, and the trees are doing little to shield him from the wind and snow.

He draws his sword and starts slashing at the nearest tree. In theory, it’s for firewood, but the actual truth of it is that he needs to hit something.]

Run?

How do I kill a daemon of this world?

[Ravus isn’t going to ask for rescue even if he is currently trapped up a tree, struggling to type with his one hand, while an angry spirit thrashes below.]

Run? 👀

[reigniter]

A daemon? Do you mean forest spirit? Did it attack you?

Asterios | Fate/GO

[chaoslabyrinthos]

Cake By The Ocean

[Dead is nothing new to Asterios. Neither is enveloping darkness. Bread fights are different?

There’s a hunk of a loaf skewered on one of Asterios’ horns, and more crumbs caught in his wild mane of hair. He picks out the pieces he can reach and cradles them in the crook of one massive arm— the tattered loincloth he wears doesn’t offer much by way of pockets— because he’s not going to just waste food. Snacks are good for making friends.

Speaking of...]

Do you...want some...?

[He offers a morsel to the person who approaches. The allure of free bread outweighs the fact that it is being offered by a hulking berserker that stands over 9 feet tall, right?]

1000 Forms of Fear

[Whatever username Asterios chose for himself, it is now displaying as ‘Minotaur’. If there’s an avatar, that too shows a bull’s head.]

Figh...t.... k i l l... EAT die Die DIE!

[youngjustice]

What is this supposed to mean?

Are you starving?? Feeling an extreme amount of blood lust????? Both???????

Ardyn Izunia nee [REDACTED] | FFXV

[falsethrone]

Cake by the Ocean

[It's not everyday an apparent immortal dies, but he has. And now he's getting off a boat. Hmm. Guess that bit of stories was true.

Ardyn wasn't expecting the noisemakers, though. That's a little annoying, but he laughs anyway, even as loaves of bread are presented so aggressively he has to duck a loaf of pumpernickel.

It's still better than being a victim of the fates!]

I can't feel my face...

[Ardyn doesn't relish the cold, though he doesn't mind it. Even Shiva couldn't make him shiver. But he's not a fan of getting buried or losing visibility, so when the storm rolls in, he practically dances into the nearest building, tossing his hat onto a table with a flourish upon entry.]

Cake by the Ocean

[luxoraculi]

[ Today started out as an okay day. She's gone to visit some dear friends she's made here in this hellscape, made sure that Ignis and Prompto were doing well before she'd left the house, too. But something was off, something was different. Other than the cold, of course.

Lunafreya always knew there was a chance that Ardyn could show up, could and eventually would. She's also had a crazy theory that she's not shared with... really anyone, especially since Somnus's arrival.

So color her both somewhat relieved and disappointed when she sees a certain fedora wearing, murderous fuck former Chancellor wandering about in the open, clearly having just gotten off of the ferry.

Well. This is happening. ]

Chancellor Ardyn Izunia, how long has it been?

[ Yes, Ardyn. How long has it been? Look at how nice she is, even using that ridiculous farce of a title. ]

Edelgard von Hresvelg || Fire Emblem Three Houses

[dolorem]

Cake by the Ocean
[ Death. There was no point lingering upon it, such a fate was unavoidable. And she had always known her lifespan to be limited, thanks to her uncle's machination. Yet ultimately, it was neither him nor the goddess who had claimed her life.

She had won. Her victorious armies had been cheering in celebration. Enemy soldiers had surrendered, living to see another day. But not all had been so prompt to accept defeat... A lone, desperate enemy soldier had rushed at her. A soldier whom, in desperation upon seeing his side lose, had sought to claim revenge. A soldier whose sword had left a tear in the right side of her armor.

Death was unavoidable. But to die just as the world she had envisioned was about to come true? Just as her forces had claimed victory? Slain by a soldier fighting for a goddess who was no more, for a false ideal. It was too much to bear.

This was no time to party or celebrate. Or to eat. Thankfully, it appeared the forest spirits were of another mind. Indeed, four spirits were flanking Edelgard, happily using their noisemakers at maximum capacity. Right into her ears.

And that was when something happened. It was a slow and insidious process. At first, the woman had looked sorrowful and desperate. But the more the spirits kept up with their noisemakers, the less sorrowful she appeared to be. Indeed, another emotion was creeping up upon her features. Was it acceptance? Resignation? She tried dismissing the spirits with a wave of her hand, but to no avail.

Then a frown formed. Was it anger now? No, maybe not that far... She tried telling the spirits off. Nothing.

A sigh. So that was hell. ]

I must admit, this is not quite what I expected from the world beyond.

[ In spite of how annoyed she was, Edelgard managed to sound quite level-headed. Still— She was holding a blood-stained axe with her right hand, and judging by the nervous twitch, it was getting harder and harder not to use it on these spirits. ]

[bear_necessities]

[Oh, the girl with the axe seems upset. The things surrounding are pretty noisy. Too bad she didn't attract the attention of the nice ones. The ones that keep throwing bread. Speaking of which, he... has extra bread. Will that help?

He's holding out a loaf for her anyway.]

Roxas | Kingdom Hearts

[secondchoice]

new year new beginning same story
[This isn't really what he was expecting. Not that Roxas had expectations, but well. He didn't think becoming one with Sora was ever really gonna end with seeing Xion again- or Namine or Axel. He didn't think he was gonna end up going to the beach with Hayner, Pence, and Olette.

But he didn't think some lumpy little shape in the woods was going to throw loaves of bread at him either!] Hey! [Roxas catches the first one, it's a clumsy fumble because he's caught off guard but he sticks the landing. And he even catches the second, then third. But before he gets a chance to stop juggling the fourth one slaps him in the face and he's definitely had enough.] What's going on?!


black and white and looking for shelter
[Summer vacation really is over. He has his coat but the winter wind still burns his ears and pinches the color out of his fingers. Roxas's shoulders ride up and his arms fold over his chest as he bears forward into the wind. He's pretty sure he saw a building up ahead and at this point he doesn't really care what it is as long as it's got a roof. Anything's better than this.

He shoulders past anyone he has to, making his way to the door with single-minded determination- and then he pushes his way inside. No one was living here anyway, right?]


who says you can't outrun your problems

These things can't climb right?

shelter

[evulsed]

[ The snow hasn't let up, even if it isn't the harsh blizzard it had been before. It's enough for Vanitas to venture out, at least. Typical, that Vanitas is unfamiliar enough with this sort of storm cell not to predict when the blizzard will get bad again. Then again, this was Beacon&madsh; maybe the spirits had more control over the weather than they let on. He ducks into the school, the nearest thing, and shakes himself off of all the snow, beating it off his arms and torso.

No sooner has he pulled his beanie off does the door behind him slam open with a crash, and a rush of howling wind and more snow blow in from the outside. Vanitas whirls around, tense and ready for a fight— when the image of the person standing in front of him comes into focus.

For a moment, everything around him whites out— just like that blizzard out there. Shock making his golden eyes go wide. For one static moment, he doesn't even realize how impossible this is— he should feel Ventus, if he were really here— but the name is out of his mouth before he can stop it, a question and an accusation both. ]

Ventus.

clark kent / superman | dc live-action (superman anthology + dctv)

[uplifters]

i can’t feel my face when i’m with you.

[ Clark isn’t used to the dark or the cold. It’s a jarring experience for someone who absorbs a considerable amount of energy from a yellow sun; he’s not scared, per se, but it’ll take some time to adjust. Though the lantern he takes with him provides an all right amount of light, it’s nothing compared to a star.

The light isn't the only thing he needs to get used to, though. It didn’t snow much in Smallville, and while Metropolis had its cold spots, Clark doesn't think he's ever experienced a blizzard before. He looks out the window, lantern held up close, and exhales softly at the sight of the flurries flying all about in the air. ]

I found blankets. [ He peers his head into the room his apparent companion here’s decided to hole up in. True enough, held in the arm opposite the one with his lantern are a few rolls of them. ]

I don’t suppose you saw a fireplace in here?

run boy run.

[ Apparently trying to make peace with the animal that looked spooked by him had been a bad idea. Clark clutches his side where the creature’s claws had slashed into him, slowing from his run and seeking shelter with his back against a tree. It’s not a good look; blood leaks between his fingers, even if he presses down firmly, and though the wound isn’t nearly as bad as it would have been for a regular human, for a man used to invincibility, it sure is something.

It occurs to him as he catches his breath that his surroundings are completely dark, and Clark takes a few moments to consider why this is something he should be concerned by when he’s already surmised this whole place is dark in general.

That’s when it hits him— ] My lantern. [ And he turns his head, looking the way he’d come, only to have the darkness greet him in turn.

That is, until he sees a light.

A light means another lantern, doesn’t it? And that must mean another person. Clark gets to his feet, still clutching his wound, and makes his way towards it. ]

Hello? [ Oh, goodness, if it’s another creature, he’s going to be toast. ] Hello, is someone out there?

1000 forms of fear. ( un: kent )

I couldn’t save them.

Strange how you can still feel so much guilt over something you thought you'd moved on from.

wildcard.

[ Hit me with whatever! Feel free to PM me if you have any questions or would like me to write a starter, etc. ]

un: gwenzelle

[gwenzelle]

"strange" is a really light way of putting it.

if it makes you feel any better ( i know it won't, but y'know ) you're not the only one getting hit with it hard here. nothing like being told you're dead to make you rethink just about everything, huh?

Ken Amada ( Persona 4 Arena )

[youngjustice]

( I. CAKE BY THE OCEAN )

[Instead of wanting to start fresh, Ken feels the exact opposite thanks to his recent death. He feels absolutely awful and the cheerful atmosphere certainly isn't doing things for him to get him to cheer up. He feels more annoyed than anything. And guilty. Here are creatures wanting him to celebrate when Kanji, Naoto Koromaru...they could all be in trouble. And if they did manage to get away safe, they would have to be the ones to deliver the news to Yukari. And then Mitsuru would find out and then the rest of the group...

They would be heartbroken. Another person from their group ripped away from them unfairly and all too soon. Just the thought of their reactions turns his stomach upside down.

The sound of a noisemaker going off snaps Ken from his brooding. He forces a smile on his face and holds up a hand to deny getting one and yet it is forced into his hand anyways. The look on his face isn't very amused as he stalks away.]

This is entirely in poor taste. [He says, his complaints probably heard by the nearest person next to him.] Some of us didn't want to die and aren't likely to enjoy this celebration.

( II. 1000 FORMS OF FEAR )

[Of course he has to type. Sigh. There are a lot of things he regrets, he supposes. They weigh down heavily on him. Should he start from the top? Some other way?]

Well, I regret dying. I'll never be able to help save everyone now. And I also regret the actions that ended in the death of someone who I once thought I hated. Turns out he was...a really good person. He told me to live my life, funnily enough. So I regret not being able to hold up his dying wish.

[afoolshope]

I was hoping I wouldn’t see you until you were old and gray.

[ Minato watched the action unfold, nibbling on a piece of bread. Because he was indulging in food, they didn’t find it necessary to shove a noisemaker in his hands. That didn’t stop them from playing it around them though.

There’s a reason his earphones are clipped onto his ears. He offered a small, if sad, smile. ]

Hi Ken-kun.

Senri | +Anima

[bear_necessities]

I can't feel my face when I'm with you.

[Senri is used to all kinds of weather but the way this snowstorm kicks up so very quickly still manages to catch him off guard. He usually stays outside but the wind is just too cold tonight. He'll need shelter. And the first building he comes across is fine by him.

It's... also occupied. Sorry he just barged in on you. And is just standing there, little bits of snow falling to the floor.

After a moment he shakes, doglike, sending snow droplets of water everywhere.]


1000 forms of fear

Scjsahdiwoc
Sn2fh909fh
naDWL21??

[The tablet is a thing of mystery to Senri. He's from a low tech world to begin with and is also illiterate. So... yeah. This might be why some unfortunate person is getting a lot of random letters and numbers. The curious thing is that each line, once sent is getting warped into a simple message. His greatest fear. Not that he knows that.]

Losing the book.

[You know, whatever that means.]

1000 forms

[dadandgone]

Is that a code...or a clue?

[Maes normally loves puzzles, but this one is certainly a difficult one.

Probably because it's not actually one.]

Noctis Lucis Caelum | FFXV

[starless_sky]

Cake by the Ocean

Onions. Why did it have to be onions? The bread he could handle when it wasn't smacking him in the face. Though, it was easier to catch that way. But the onion smell was everywhere, there wasn't much in the way of a safe harbor away from the damned things. He did manage to find a more centralish... area to sit. There were so many spirits. And the noisemakers, sheesh the noise. Why?

He remembers hotel rooms in Lestallum and even calm days at camp when Ignis cooked and didn't drag him out of the tent. It wasn't nearly so noisy or so bland. This bread was dry... not that he ought to say anything about it. Who would he tell anyway? Ignis? He longed for Ignis' cooking even more now. This bread was sad. It was better than the onion stench at the very least.

A spirit honked at him with a noisemaker and he yelped. Tossed his bread, scrambled back, he kind of sounded like a little girl.

"Ah! What was that for!?" and he backed into someone else. Not a spirit. Someone solid. He flinched. That wasn't a wall, it felt alive.

Run Boy Run

<sub>[While he was a lazy person in general let it never be said that Noctis Lucis Caelum was slow. He beat Gladio on the beach dangit, and this was his proof. He was racing through snow, trying to make it between a narrow pass into a ravine. It would be icy in there but at least the huge thing chasing him would likely not be able to follow. He could slide along the icy ravine floor if he had to. Just like back home in the cave behind the waterfall... back when he was still alive. Back when everyone was still alive. What a time to remember that shit.

The ground seemed to thunder under his feet as the thing behind him closed in. Had that been real or his imagination? It felt like something was breathing on his neck as he kicked his legs up high to get through the voluminous snow. As soon as he was close to the ravine he threw his sword and warped in, crashing to the icy floor and sliding. He crashed into the rock wall and a pile of snow fell on top of him. Then icicles broke off and descended to pierce into his snow mound. Great. At least it was quiet.]</sub>

Cake by the ocean 👀

[reigniter]

"My word, things got even livelier," Ignis mutters to himself. And he doesn't mean this in a good way. The last he saw of spirits tossing stuff around was near the Inn, where he dodged bullet-rain of tangerines. It paints a disastrous mural on the front door. And somehow Ignis came out unscathed.

He was on his usual route to check the harbor, though travel took longer now in winter days, there's snow everywhere when things escalated yet again. The first look at the things had fooled him that everything cooled down for a moment. Onions, turn out, make good weapons when properly utilized.

The people sitting around, trying to rest, scatter, and he's not surprised when someone collides with him. Firmly, he keeps them straight up on feet by holding the shoulders, while somehow managing a deadly, pointy carrot whizzing past his ear.

"Bloody hell. You offer them a finger and they take an entire arm," Ignis curses more to himself than anyone, not really paying attention to whom he caught. Flying vegetable projectiles are all around, after all.

gwen stacy . marvel comics

[gwenzelle]

i can't feel my face;

[ well, all of this sucks out loud. literally all of it. being dead is at the top of the list, because duh, but it's followed quickly by everything being so damn dark, and in third place, everything being so damn cold. she's luckily already found a place to hide from the storm, but she can't seem to shake off the chill that hit her from being out in it for just that short amount of time, stalling as she helped a few people find their way with her. she's curled up on one of the couches, her lantern balanced on the arm of it, and she's already willed venom to shift into a thick, puffy coat, and a fuzzy knit hat, but it's not helping much.

so, she probably looks like a grumpy penguin, curled up and frowning. she's not paying much attention to what's going on around her, although she's aware people seem to be coming and going just from feeling the rush of air that comes every time the door opens.

gwen knows she should be back out there, she knows there are probably people that need help and are at the mercy of people like her getting off their asses and looking for them, but it's- it's hard? it's more difficult than she cares to admit. she doesn't want to do anything, let alone jump out in the snow and be spider-woman, trying to save the day. unsurprisingly, death has managed to tank her mental health. she's trying to not let it totally level her, but it's definitely winning.

which is why, when she finally clues back into the world around her, she probably looks a little shocked to make eye-contact with someone right away. shit. how could she possibly be a grumpy loser now that she knows someone is watching her? ]

-- Did you wanna sit? [ she uncurls her legs to leave more room on the couch next to her, trying her best to not seem like a complete troll. even if she feels like one. a frosty, moody troll. ] I'm thinking about heading back out soon, anyway.

1000 forms of fear ( network / un: gwenzelle )

i killed peter parker.

[ #dramatic ]

fuck (ii. @parker)

[webshoots]

[ there's — okay, so there's not exactly one person who could have posted that, but combined with the username, there's... only one person.

and he gets what it refers to — and boy is he glad this isn't a forced sharing situation, because they'd be here a while, but—

public network. ]

Uh...
Gwen?

Natasha Romanoff | MCU

[ofmarble]

i. cake by the ocean

Entirely without meaning to, Natasha has discovered the secret to getting the forest spirits to stop pelting her with baked goods. She'd been more than a little skeptical when one of the strange masked creatures had caught her by the sleeve, thrust ropes of onions into her arms, and and conveyed by repeated, exaggerated gesture that she should affix them to the doors and windows of the nearby buildings like particularly smelly garlands. But in the half hour she's been stapling the onion ropes to what appear to be primarily empty storefronts, there hasn't been one attack baguette or scone missile, and while a couple of the spirits have tooted a noisemaker in her direction while trundling past, 'in her direction' is infinitely preferable to 'in her ear'.

She isn't certain if the spirits have decided that since she's participating in their festivities, she doesn't need to be bludgeoned with cheer, or if they're simply not very good at telling humans apart and have decided that if she's helping, that must mean she's been here long enough to be left alone. Either way, she's glad for the reprieve from dodging bread and struggling to hear through ears ringing from the overuse of vuvuzelas.

Still, the choice of decoration is more than a little unusual, and so the next time someone who looks human passes by, she pauses with an onion rope half-secured to a lintel to ask, "Are these just decorations, or are they supposed to ward something off?"

ii. 1000 forms of fear (un: romanoff)
I never did pay all my debts.

[As confessions go, it's astonishingly vague. Which is probably the only reason she gave in and hit send instead of pocketing the tablet and ignoring it until she could figure out a way around...whatever this is.]

1000 forms (un: badeaux)

[ultraviolents]

does anyone ever get to?

[ her leak of all the information hydra had gathered under the guise of SHIELD had been carefully read over, even if she'd ultimately had no reason to do anything with it. it had been interesting, if not at all useful. ]

sam winchester | supernatural

[helled]

❚❚❚❚❚ run boy run. (the mostly non-network edition)

[ Shit.

Sam can hear the harshness in his breathing as he breathes in, breathes out, hidden at the moment from his pursuant, an angry spirit that may or may not be hot on his trail. He's used to this kind of thing, of course, it's just an ordinary Tuesday in the Winchesters world. But this place ... this is all new terrain for him, not unlike the Apocalypse World, and that's a little bit scary.

(Or a lot scary, but he doesn't have time to think about that.)

He's a little banged up - bruising, some cuts; sweat and dirt lining his skin - but that isn't exactly new. He's also alone, which isn't exactly new, but where Sam Winchester goes, Dean Winchester is usually quick to follow. Sometimes it works the other way around. But maybe not this time.

His breathing slowed now, Sam puts his lantern down and keeps the damned thing hidden behind a large rock. But the glow is unmistakable, and more than that, it's a dead give-away for his hiding place. Thing is, it's like a - well, a beacon. He remembers the tablet things they received upon arrival and sends a quick message into the ether like a prayer:

Someone out there

Anyone out there

If you can read this send help send bullets this is Sam

And when all else is said and done, he quickly pats himself down as though a couple of spare bullets might suddenly materialize, but no such luck, and while he's got his wits about him, they might not do him any good if he doesn't manage to survive this next confrontation.

He can hear the sudden crack! of a twig or dried foliage somewhere too close to where he is. It's gotta be you? Sam can hear Dean's voice in his head, gruff and over-confident with just a hint of that annoying humour. If you're gonna go, Sammy, you might as well give 'em a good fight, he might say.

God, he could use his brother's help right now.

No use hiding here forever like a trapped animal. Without another moment's hesitation, Sam emerges from the shadows, hands clenched into fists, ready for the last fight of his whatever-this-life-not-life-might-be. ]

Hey!

❚❚❚❚❚ 1000 forms of fear (un: s.winchester) .

No matter what I try to do, I can never get him out of my head. And the worst thing is, I don't know if I believe he's really gone. I keep wondering how long this is gonna go on. This circle. This never ending circle.

I can't lose my brother again. I can't lose Mom. I can't lose Cas. I can't lose Jack. I can't lose any of them.

run boy run

[likeimpressive]

[ madison has been running for long enough since she came out here that she doesn't remember why she came into the woods in the first place. all she knows is that she wasn't out for very long before something started chasing her. she's found that she's capable of finding places to hide quicker than someone who's spent her whole life in suburbs and cities should be able to, and that's something that would unnerve her more if she were fully aware of it, because of the reason why.

she can be afraid of it and what it means later. if she survives this.

lantern in hand, she keeps moving, exhausted but not wanting to remain still for too long. too late, she realizes the path she's walking isn't quite clear of debris, and her foot comes down a little too hard on a stick and attracting the attention of someone out there. she can hear them come closer, see a shape emerge from the shadows, but the voice is unexpected. human, somehow familiar, but she can't place why at the moment. ]

Who's there?

thomas shelby | peaky blinders

[peakies]

CAKE BY THE OCEAN—

[ he catches one of the loaves of bread before it hits him.

eyes fixed on the bizarre creatures and their cheery antics, he trails behind the rest of the group who have arrived to this strange land with him — a voyage he entered near its end. disconcerted doesn't even begin to describe how he feels at the moment.

but it is no time to panic or act rashly, not until he has a better understanding of the situation he's in. it helps that what little duration he had spent on the ferry has given him the time necessary to sort his thoughts out and compose himself. far better than getting immediately thrown into what seems to be a celebratory frenzy.

is he dead or is he hallucinating?

stepping onto the dock, a blue horn is shoved into his hand next. bread and horns — he would fare better with a pack of cigarettes. betraying little in his expression except for the amused smile on his face, unwavering and difficult to read, he breaks away from the crowd, voicing to no one in particular: ]

So, this is the afterlife, eh?

I CAN'T FEEL MY FACE WHEN I'M WITH YOU—

[ he has been in similar weather under worse conditions. a roof over the head is a luxury in comparison, even if it must be shared with an unfamiliar face. the blizzard will surely pass, but until then, the small wooden house has enough supplies to sustain them for at least a couple of days.

it is now a matter of waiting and keeping warm — a nonissue if they could only start a fire.

what they do have is a torch (or torches) from the bonfire and a blanket. wordlessly tossing the piece of fabric over to his companion, he takes a seat in a rickety old chair near the window, staring out into nothing but darkness. would it be more bearable if there was even a flicker of light?

probably not, yet he yearns for it all the same. ]

Take the bed. [ he can make do with the couch. ]

WILDCARD—

[ ooc | whatever floats your boat. don't hesitate to contact me with ideas or questions. ]

i can't feel my face.

[fawcetted]

You sure?

[ Steve isn't going to refuse the blanket, and accepts it with a deft hand to wrap it over his shoulders. It's fucking cold out there, and this snow's not letting up any time soon, that's for sure. He hasn't seen snow in months now and he's mostly ill-equipped to handle it in his dopey Scoops Ahoy uniform, which has definitely seen better days.

He blows hot breath into his hands and rubs them together, hoping to get a little bit of feeling back into his frozen fingers. ]

You don't think that storm's gonna last all night, do you?

Zelda | Hyrule Warriors

[divinusly]

Cake by the Ocean
[ She catches the bread. Why bread? What is this strange tradition? There are onions hanging upon the doorways, too! All of this food, left out in the open... It would be a waste for the living, especially in a war-ravaged kingdom.

Whether you are a newcomer like her or an afterlife veteran, Zelda turns to you, one brow slightly arched in mild amusement, lips pursed. ]

I would have never thought the afterlife to be this... whimsical.

[ It can't be this simple, can it? With a inquiring lift of her chin her eyes drift towards the hanging onions, as if that alone functions as a gesture. ] Decorations, or wards? [ But for what, she has little idea. ]

  Can't Feel My Face
[ This shelter from the sudden, inexplicable ice storm is not terrible, so much so that she relaxes after a bit of time passes. A golden harp materializes into her hands from light itself. This causes her some pause as she begins to tune the strings, eyes narrowed in her thoughtfulness, having noticed the light of her magic fainter than what she recalls it to originally be. Zelda sets a part of her mind theorize on this mystery; as for the rest of her attention, her eyes lift to you who might be sitting close to her to conserve energy in the cold. She does not mind the company.

While the blizzard rages outside, there are but few ways to pass the time. For now, she merely appears to be inspecting the instrument, not playing it. ] So fickle, this weather, yet vicious upon arrival. [ For a dead person, she doesn't seem too bothered. ] It makes one wonder how quickly [ Or not. ] it may pass over.

Cake by the Ocean

[bear_necessities]

[Senri tilts his head curiously at the question. Then reaches out, grabs an onion...

sniff, sniff...

And shakes his head. Nope, not a decoration. Not a ward.]

Onion.

[He holds it out for her to inspect herself. So helpful. Good thing they cleared that up.]

dean winchester ※ supernatural

[cained]

CAKE BY THE OCEAN.

( dean winchester being dead isn't a surprise. he's died so many times he's lost count. at this point, it's a winchester trademark. dean winchester turning up in someplace calling itself the afterlife (when dean has, in fact, been to every human afterlife already — good, bad, and in between) isn't necessarily a surprise, either. he's turned up in weirder places, been to an alternate universe and back. what is surprising, is the fact that everyone else around here believes it. like they're all in on it. like it's just a fact.

no, dean isn't convinced. dean's only gotten this far in life (or the afterlife) with a whole lot of suspicion in his pocket. nothing is ever that simple, especially when there's a winchester (or winchesters) involved. it's just a matter of solving the mystery. ganking the monster. (and probably a lot of research, which he'll leave to his brother; sam's bound to be here and dean'll be damned if sam's not the first person he looks for.)

what he finds instead is a gaggle of strange creatures smacking things with bread, which eventually includes him. what the hell? they seem harmless, mostly, but in dean's experience, most non-human entities rarely are. hell, humans themselves are rarely harmless in his line of work. as he shuffles through the crowd of newcomers and ... whatever the bread-smackers happen to be (something new, for a change) he asks anyone who will answer (and even those who won't, who he'll give a sour look to): )

Hey, you seen a tall, nerdy lookin' dude, might've mistaken him for Bullwinkle? ( he gestures a right-angled hand above his head. ) Yea high, name's Sam. I'm his brother, Dean, and by the looks of it, we've got work to do, so if you could just point me in the right direction or let him know I'm lookin' for him if you see him —

( he twists his head at the sound of more bread slapping and yells at the spirit: ) Dude! You mind slapping that into a cheeseburger? No? Then knock it off!

RUN BOY RUN.
@ ledzeppelin

( he's still not sure how to kill these things, and at the moment that information would come in real handy right now, but he's just going to have to make due with ... well, calling for help, apparently. a minor blow to his ego, but he'll survive. if anyone answers, anyway. there's a distinct possibility no one could. )

mayday this is dean winchester requesting backup right the fuck NOW
i swear to god if i die in this closet im gonna haunt ALL your asses

( even if, apparently, that's not how it works here. )

rec center
STAT

1000 FORMS OF FEAR.
@ ledzeppelin

i can still hear him screaming
pounding pounding pounding
i don't think it'll ever stop
i'm not strong enough

WILDCARD.

( hit me with your best shot! (if you so dare.) side note: his canon point at the moment is mid-lebanon (14x13) where he (~*~mysteriously~*~) dies in the fight with timewarped cas & zachariah. also, feel free to hit me up on plurk (poohsticks) for all your plotting-related needs or just to chat! )

cake by the ocean

[freetobe]

[ Castiel watches, for a while. The instinct to go to Dean, inform him of all that this place is and isn't, and fall back into fighting side by side, back to back... it's strong. The sprawling forest harkens back to Purgatory, after all.

Castiel can still feel himself holding the blade, struggling against Naomi's orders, struggling under the weight of Dean dead at his hands, dozens, hundreds of broken, bloodied bodies piled around Castiel's feet. He carries upon his shoulders the weight of standing in the midst of slaughter; surrounded by Dean a hundred fold, surrounded by hundreds of angels.

He will not, he thinks, ever be able to atone fully for that.

Castiel had left the scene after the compulsion was broken, taken the tablet and taking flight.

I think I might... just kill myself he'd confessed to Dean, not so long ago in a small motel room. A statement rooted in the slaughter he'd commited in Heaven. Faced with he broken mess he'd made of Dean, Castiel had felt the same way. Running had been easier at the time.

Easier than facing Meg's death, Dean's pain at Castiel's own hands, the sickening reality of the programming he'd been under. And then... he'd tried to return, but the bullet Crowley forged from an angel blade had torn through him more deeply than expected and now...

Now he's here. And like Dean, he doesn't take it for an afterlife.

What gives him pause more than anything, perhaps, is the fact that Dean is... older. This is, of course, a place routed in the creation of multidimensional portals. It's unsurprising that even when meeting someone here Castiel knows, they might not be from the same timeline as him.

Castiel has to wonder, then, if Dean is older... with the weight of all his mistakes of just a few years on earth... how much more could he have ruined in however much time has since passed for this Dean?

And yet, after one more person doesn't answer Dean's plight, Castiel walks forwards. His lantern is black wrought iron and blue stained glass, and inside of it something white blue swirls that Dean might easily recognize as an angel's grace - Castiel's grace.

This place has played a cruelty upon the angel. ]

They respond to musical notes, or so I'm told. It's unwise to antagonize them.

[ And after a moment of hesitation, of trying not to pry but also braced for what their meeting here like this might bring, Castiel adds: ]

Hello, Dean.

[ And he tries, truly tries, not to remember Dean's face nearly breaking under his own fist. ]

Fjord | Critical Role

[fjorgedinfire]

Cake by the Ocean

Fjord has... many questions. About why he's on a boat. Or rather, this specific boat, and not the Ball-eater, and drawing in to this foreign port, and not Nicodranas.

A lot of these questions are immediately forgotten when a large and very solid something whacks him in the back of the head with enough force to deal one bludgeoning damage send him stumbling, and he looks up sharply to see-- a short dark shape and a white mask duck out of sight in the crowd, and he rankles.

"That ain't funny, Nott!" he shouts after the retreating shape, and moves to dash after them, and see if he can't light its ass up with a short blast of ugly white energy and a follow-up yelp of "Eldritch Blast!"

Can't Feel My Face

He's familiar with snow as a concept, but apart from deep-sea diving and frequent use of the spell Armor of Agathys Fjord can't say he's overly familiar with the cold.

He also didn't know how utterly dizzying and blinding it was, when it all of a sudden stormed down with all the force of a storm at sea. At least those he knows how to handle, and he runs blindly towards the nearest silhouette of a building.

He doesn't announce himself until after he's thrown open the door, slammed it shut behind him and taken a moment to catch his breath. "Uh." He clears his throat, and stands up straight - all six feet of him, handsome and slightly awkward in his snow-covered leather armour. "Beggin' your pardon for intrudin' on you like this..."

Wildcard

((I've never played Fjord before so sorry if he's a bit weird from canon! He's from episode 48. Feel free to hit him up with any of the other prompts!))

[jestkidding]

Oh, isn't that just such a sight for sore eyes. Jester had been so busy entertaining herself by swapping pastries to hit one another with with the spirits that she hadn't even registered Fjord's arrival, and immediately tsk's at herself. Now, that won't do.

"Fjooord", she cries out, long on the o and rolling on the r. Oh, silly, what's he doing. Always happy to help with cultural differences, misunderstandings and dick jokes, Jester trots up to him, digging in her bag. "Don't blast them, yes? Here, try this!" And she hands him a stickystale donut. Really, what was he thinking.

Hayame | JINBA

[warmare]

０１ ↣ 船脱走 ↣ FIRE MEET GASOLINE

[Who brought a horse onto this ferry? Someone must have, because that's definitely the sound of hoofbeats on deck as the ferry is docking at the harbor. Before the gangplank is even properly ready for the new arrivals to disembark, a figure leaps off, four long legs cleaving through the air... before a female centaur lands heavily on the dock, hooves scrambling for purchase before she finds it and bursts into a gallop, the veritable whites of her eyes showing as fear and desperation drive her to escape, to get as far from these strange surroundings as she can and into the safety of the treeline she spies in the distance, the only thing at all that looks like right in the eyes of a woman from 17th century Japan.

But a lantern, dislodged from a tremulous tuck into her harness, clatters to the street in her wake, rolling slightly on slender bamboo supports to luckily dodge a back hoof, abandoned by a woman who has yet to fully realize its absence, nor its importance, continuing on with ebony tail and long mane streaming wildly behind her.

You wouldn't let a new arrival die so soon, would you?]

０２ ↣ パン投げ ↣ CAKE BY THE OCEAN

[The spirits throwing bread might mean well, but some people just shouldn't have things thrown at them. Particularly people who are seven foot tall, muscular centaurs that view any projectile coming towards them as a potential assault.

Bread flying through the air towards the side of Hayame's face is slapped aside by the back of a hand... that continues in its path down to her side, where an arrow is smoothly pulled from a quiver and in seconds flat a bow longer than many adult human men were tall is brought to bear, a notched arrow pointed... directly at the face of the person she thinks was responsible for throwing that bread. Thinks, but the misplaced rage in her eyes seems sure enough-]

Lift your hand against me again.

[... To threaten someone. Or is that a dare?]

０３ ↣ 猛吹雪 ↣ CAN'T FEEL MY FACE WHEN I'M WITH YOU

[Jinba body temperatures ran more equine, hot-blooded and able to weather conditions that would send humans into frostbite or hypothermia with ease. But eventually, the blizzard's visibility and mounting difficulty navigating drive this centaur woman to take shelter... where she is (unfortunately) not alone.

Not that she truly acknowledges anyone else there. Instead, Hayame begins to pace, long, dun-coated legs making quick work of the short length of their temporary haven, her bare arms crossed and muscles taut as she moves back and forth in a growing furrow, tail whipping and muttering to herself inaudibly.

Just pacing. As if pacing would get her anywhere, get her far from here, get her to the death she deserved.]

０４ ↣ 後悔ばかり ↣ 1000 FORMS OF FEAR

un: quickfish

I thought I was better than the broodmares. Better than the Armless. I couldn't believe in a future with freedom in it, not even when it was offered to me.

That weakness damned even those beyond myself. Not even death has cleansed my dishonor, and so I will bear that shame to hell.

02

[plentystrong]

[ Catra has been throwing loaves, not much caring where they land, it's true.

Still, right now she is just staring up that arrow, seemingly not very impressed. ]

Can you get that out of my face? I'm walking here.

Naminé - Kingdom Hearts

[really_sketchy]

I CAN'T FEEL MY FACE WHEN I'M WITH YOU

Naminé had never seen the snow.

She had only ever experienced the world by looking out a window, being trapped in a locked room or through the hearts of others. She'd had so little of her own life but, even so, she could recognize the tufts of fluffy fridge white floating down from the dark night sky.

Naminé stepped out into the snow, wrapped in a thick light blue jacket hemmed with white fur. She'd placed a white hat over her blond hair, allowing her to blend with the blanketing storm of white. The only thing that gave away her position was the softly glowing lantern she kept in her hand, it's fire occasionally flickering as the winds began to pick up.

She smiled up at the snow and outstretched her palm to catch the unique flakes. She wasn't wearing gloves and it was colder than she had expected but there was something magical about the freezing discomfort.

There was so much for her to experience.

Naminé wanted to stay and play despite not knowing any snow related games but soon the oncoming blizzard pushed her inside like so many others. White flecks of snow balanced on her eyelashes while a light pink tint dusts her cheeks and brightens the tip of her nose. "It's a little scary." Her voice was soft as she peered out a small window. She hadn't looked around the house she'd ended up in and hadn't realized that she wasn't alone.

1000 FORMS OF FEAR

I don't really exist in your heart.
I don't exist in anyone's heart.
I have never existed anywhere...

I want to exist.
Please don't leave me alone.

WILDCARD

[ooc: Come at me with anything! I am open to it. Also the first prompt can be finding her just staring at the snow and wanting to play in it or trapped in a house. I kind of wanted to do both and ended up squishing it into one prompt.]

i can't feel my face when i'm with you

[arsarcanum]

He'd wandered a little out of the way when he left the armory, looking out on the now frozen lake, and now he's not sure where he is. It's one path there and back to the bonfire! The forest is too dangerous to wander into! He's not sure how he lost track of where he was, but by the time the snow started pouring down in earnest, it didn't matter.

He'd already ducked into one of the less ruined but still abandoned cabins between the forest and the village proper - at least, that's what he thinks this is, which means he's close to where he was going - and was wandering around the small space, lantern held high to look at the old stains on the walls where frames once hung, when he hears the door open and close, then a tiny voice he swears he's heard somewhere before.

"Yeah, storms can roll in pretty fast. You get them every once in a while where I'm from." He then turns around, his lanternlight catching on the newcomer, and. His eyes widen. He doesn't move. The hood of his sweatshirt, dusted with show, is still on his head, and it's probably a little too dark to see him properly, but there's something a little strange about his eyes. In fact, if it's a little too dark, and Naminé's flustered by the snow, she'd be forgiven in thinking this wasn't anyone she'd ever known at all. Depending on who she'd ask, she'd be right.

Steve Rodgers | MCU

[wearingtights]

LOG - PARTY

It all came as a bit of a surprise for the war torn veteran. Did this mean that he was dead? What happened to Bucky? To the others? Could he not save anyone?

His heart twisted uncomfortably in his chest as he watched the spirits and those around him gathering for a party. He was reminded of the a very specific time. He'd been scrawny then and desperate to help despite those heavy feelings of hopelessness. Steve hadn't let his own limitations stop him then and he wasn't going to let them stop him now.

He really wasn't in the party mood but he greeted those he ran into with a warm smile and helped whenever someone with strength or height was needed. He watched and wondered if this was truly the end for him. It was in that moment that he was pelted in the head by a loaf of bread...

"What?!" Steve reached up and caught the offending baked wheat before seeking out the one who had thrown it.

NETWORK - REGRETS

I couldn't save the people closest to me.

network ( un: kent )

[uplifters]

I'm sure you tried.

Catra | She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

[plentystrong]

1. cake by the ocean

[ Truly, Catra didn't know what to expect upon her introduction to this world -- hadn't expected to still exist after death, truly. Could one not be left to nothingness after all that? Surely, falling into an abyss in an alternate world that was falling apart would do well to eradicate her. Or so one would think.

But now she's here, in some other alternate world, and she is being pelted with round objects that she has never before seen but her senses tell her are... food? They're throwing food at her.

Perhaps, at some other point, she would think about the waste, but right now she is so done with everything that she just grabs the loaves that bounced off of her and fell to the ground and throws them back at the people surrounding her, not even caring that these are mighty forest spirits or whatever. ]

2. I can't feel my face

[ Apparently, some people don't even catch a break in the afterlife. Sure she must be punished somehow if she has to deal with snow after death? And she came here in nothing but her thin uniform, too.

She all but dashes to the store and bedecks herself in about three layers of snow clothing, even donning thick boots to her great personal displeasure. But the place is too crowded for her tastes, so she ventures out to explore the place where she's landed instead.

Then it goes from bad to worse. The blizzard catches her, and she just about makes it into the nearest building, where she slams the door shut behind her and huddles in a corner, shivering, a sour expression on her face. ]

I-I-I hate this place!

3. 1000 forms of fear

she doesn't love me and never did

[ Does she mean her ex-best friend or her shitty parental figure? You decide. ]

1.

[notthatjason]

[First pomegranates and now bread. Jason was so tired of having food thrown at him. He frowned as he picked it up, at least the bread was softer than the pomegranate, and looked around to see who had thrown it.

And honestly, it was hard to tell. He notices a human-like figure among the spirits though and shakes his head.]

You're only going to encourage them.

Nami | One Piece

[navigatortotheking]

CAN'T FEEL YOUR FACE?

[The young orange haired pirate lightly bounces a ball of snow in her palm, testing its buoyancy and construction. Nami had been sick with some sort of extinct jungle fever last time they had visited a winter island. They had spent a little time after that but with Choppers goodbye, playing in the snow hadn't taken precedence.

Now was her chance to make up for it though she was a little sad that Luffy and the others weren't here. They had a talent for making a spectacle of themselves.]

How about a bet? If I can hit you, you will owe me.

[She's still trying to figure out the currency in this strange place but Nami enjoys having the upper hand when she can.]

Come on. It'll be fun.

RUN!

[The video that comes through the tablet is dark but a loud frantic voice is screaming through it.]

SOMEONE COME AND HELP ME?!

THIS THING WON'T LEAVE ME ALONE!

[She's currently trapped in one of the homes and her screaming can absolutely be heard just outside the cabin as well.]

[OOC NOTE: I can also play Nami from after the time skip. That journal is charttheworld. I haven't decided what time to take her from.]

@silent; voice (also heads up the tablets don't have video, but audio is fine!)

[callada]

[He doesn't recognize the voice, which means someone new has gotten themselves in trouble. Another day in Beacon, then, but it isn't as if Rosinante is ever going to start taking these threats lightly. Hard to get jaded when they all depend on each other's well being for their collective survival. So as soon as he comes across the distress call on the network, he's on his feet and throwing on his coat.]

On my way, if you can tell me where you are.

peter maximoff, xmcu.

[punctually]

cake by the ocean + can't feel my face

[ everything happened too fast — one second he was going after jean, and the next he was hurtling through debris, pain shooting down his spine and then everything turned black. it's almost funny, in a way: he'd never been able to slow down in life, so it should come as no surprise that his death would be quick.

this part, was at the very least, unplanned. he spends the first few moments doing a lap around the area, dodging and catching loaves of bread, snooping around the invincible, the bonfire, and everything else in between. it's easy when you're fast enough that no one (except for certain people) can see you. beacon is a far cry from xavier's mansion, and if he felt out of place there, he definitely... doesn't here, with his hair and shoes and jacket almost melding into the snow around him.

he's still strange either way, but fortunately, he's here to help. that part he's familiar with at least. ]

Careful — [ maybe you were looking for shelter and didn't plan on almost bumping into some lanky guy out in the middle of the storm. peter already has his hand on your shoulder to steady you, a scarf pulled up over the lower half of his face and wearing his goggles. maybe not the most welcome sight, but, hey. ] There's shelter that way, [ he points some ways off to the right. ] I can get you there.

[ how? you might ask. well, that's going to become apparent when he reaches down to scoop you up in his arms and whisk you off at a speed decidedly not human. might want to hold on. ]

1000 forms of fear

I haven't told him yet.

But I'm working on that. Sort of.

wildcard

[ hit me with anything! feel free to catch a glimpse of peter doing his speedy thing or just randomly popping up out of nowhere like some kind of vampire. maybe you noticed a random breeze while you were hanging out in your room, or that glass of whiskey you were gonna spill? it's now secure in your hand. funny, that. ]

wildcard

[uplifters]

[ Peter isn't the only one running out in the middle of a blizzard, and the funniest thing about that is that he isn't the only one running at crazy speeds, either.

But there are downsides to running about at inhuman speeds in the dark, like an inability to gauge where everything or everyone is. That being said, if Superman expected to collide with anyone at some literal neckbreaking speeds, well.

If he expected it, the crash wouldn't have been so bad.

He catches the silver-haired speedster only a split-second before they collide, and the guy's quicker speed means it's Superman who's sent flying, careening from his path and crashing into not one, but several trees, all of which snap and crack from both his weight and the force at which his weight is being thrown around. Fortunately, the costume and Superman's own hardy constitution means he's able to sit up again after, but... ]

Hello? [ The fact remains that someone else is out in the snow, good grief. Superman modulates his voice to make it come out louder, reach across further distances. ] Hello! I know you're out there!