spellbinders | [HUB ISLAND | NOVEMBER IC INTRO LOG]

d(ish).

[Terezi was one of the luckier ones--she at least spawned within sight of the mansion, although it's raining hard enough that she's still dripping as she makes her way into the mansion, trailing water behind her. She doesn't seem too pleased at being wet, or maybe it's all the people crowded into the foyer: she sniffs the air automatically, looks forlorn for a moment, and then rubs her eyes, as if she's not entirely sure what she's seeing.

She quickly grabs a bag of alien pupae and retreats into the corner with it, tearing it unceremoniously open. The tiny grubs go down the gullet--my, what sharp teeth she has. They don't seem to improve her mood, however, because she scowls as she chews them.]

They don't taste right . . . .

[What, has she had these before?]

f.

[Someone--maybe it's even you!--is trying to drag Terezi into the Spin the Bottle circle, but she's not going easily. Not that her discomfort shows on her face: the most emotion she's displaying is mild exasperation as she looks her accoster in the eye and says blandly:]

In my culture, we play this game to the death.

[Is she serious? Is she lying to scare whoever-it-is off? There's not much time to ponder this before a a bucket's worth of cold water appears mid-air and crashes onto everyone nearby, including Terezi and, of course, you. Hope you missed being wet!

Terezi for her part, peers up in the air in the direction the water came from, looking mortally offended.]

Hey!

h.

[Later in the night, Terezi has retreated upstairs, to the less-crowded game room, where passersby will see a skinny gray-skinned girl carefully examining the billiard table, her nose right up against one of the colorful balls. She stares it down, looking grim . . . and licks it?

Yes, she definitely just licked it. Whatever she was trying to get out of this exercise, she doesn't seem to have found it: she slumps a moment later, her mouth turning down into a pout.]

Nothing.

Edited 2017-11-07 05:13 (UTC)

[a-c: rescue dog dirk strider]

[Great. Awesome. A bunch of goddamned new kids in a flood. And who the fuck knows who else is trapped out there? Dirk may not be the best at storms on land, but he at least has a sense of what to do in them. So he goes out, and immediately gets soaking wet, but hey it isn't as cold as the bottom of the world-ocean.

You may come across him in different ways. i) You may hear a call over the signet telepathy, of a monotonous, low voice asking,] If anyone's stranded, this is Hub Island Fire & Rescue Services calling. Shout out loud if you can hear me.

[On the other hand, ii) maybe you're in some kind of dramatic situation in need of rescuing, and you're going to get a really cool first impression of Dirk before he ruins it by being a loser.]

[e blankets vs pillows]

[Now it is time to be dry. Changed into comfy maroon pjs and his god tier hoodie, Dirk is going to find the most secluded, private corner of this stupid giant mansion as possible. It's suspiciously near an exit to the roof. He has open a notepad (thanks Madoka) and is scribbling robot designs in the margins. Also just a bunch of horses.

Disturb or do not disturb?]

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B

[ Two knocks on the door and he's in. ]

Good evening.

[Hello, yes, have a well-dressed man casually open the door to your beach hut, interrupting whatever it is you were doing. Hopefully nothing embarrassing?]

Or morning—I can't tell. Perhaps I should settle with hello. [ A beat. ] Yes, hello. Do you have an umbrella?

E

[ One would think Qri would know better than to let Brie hold a welcome party. Jumin himself knows the coven is full of children who should be in school, but this is juvenile. He can barely make his way across the foyer! Granted, he hasn't tried crawling into the godforsaken tunnels but that's beside the point.

Good thing he has Fantasia magic. ]

Blankets, pillows! Take yourselves down! On the count of three, I don't want to see a single goose feather in the hall.

[ His tone is stern and authoritative. ]

One...

[ But it also screams "I hate fun". ]

Two...

[ The pillows are feeling rebellious now. ]

Three!

[ Aaaand nothing. Any attempts to take the pillow and blanket forts will be an effort in vain. The objects are doing their best to do the opposite of Jumin's command, so if you were in the middle of a pillow fight, good luck trying to get your ammo off the ground. ]

F/G/whatever party game he's been roped into

[why this]

No, you don't understand. I'm not playing the game. I'm only here to observe how commoners spend their time. It's quite interesting.

[ And his interest is genuine, but there is so much to unpack here. ]

Continue.

I

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D - Snacks

Don't mind the half-damp dog; he's just helping himself to a mug of hot mulled cider- just the thing after being stuck outside in a sudden downpour- and not so much 'browsing' as 'exploting' the banquet's wide array of offerings. At least if nothing else came of this rain, it seemed to bring out the witches' generous side. So, of course, Red parked himself squarely in the meatiest and most protein-rich corner of the table he could find. it was difficult to top the barbequed ribs- they even came with bones for later use!- but a little aromatic offering caught his nose- and his eye- that he simply couldn't ignore. Crispy on the outside, yet visibly moist, soft-- And 'extra extra hot wings' ought to be just the thing to warm him up, right? He was all too excited to take a great big bite, tearing succulent meat off the bone.

"Mrff--!!"

He immediately realized his mistake.

His face immediately turned flush even through the fur, and even if he was able to choke back some rather unflattering noises, the sweat and tension made his appraisal of the dish even more obvious. The first mouthful was hastily choked down. Then the panting started up. And only after a few seconds he turned to the nearest passerby

"H-howdoImakethisburningstop??"

E - Sovereign

It started as just an inquisitive, almost disbelieving stare. A pillow fort? What, was Qri some kinda bored grade-schooler? But staring soon turned to entry, entry to exploration, and before too long it was a protracted, genuinely astonished delve into what may have been the most curiously elaborate and extraordinary works of childish indulgence he'd ever seen. And after a half-hour of wandering, he had even stumbled across what may as well have been the pillowy sprawl's greatest masterpiece: a whopping *two-story* (making particularly innovative use of a couple mattresses) tower of padded upholstery.

From his vantage point he watched the others explore the labyrinthine tunnels and walls below. From such lofty heights, he witnessed them as they approached the underside of his cushiony throne above the world. And sometimes the passerby even approached the barricade of loose pillows he'd sandbagged around the bottom in their curiosity--

--or, pehaps, out of their envy. And there was only room for one in the spire. maybe two. but the cushions really couldn't take too much weight.

"Stay back! None may enter Fortress Savarin!"

...maybe it was okay to be a kid again sometimes.

G - Secrets

Well, even Fortress Savarin had to be overtaken eventually-- or maybe he just finally got bored of it-- and socialization with the low-dwelling common folk of the Pillow Plains became a more appealing option. And here was something that could cut through the cabin fever like a hot electric sword through butter- a chance to hear some secrets spilled and maybe even do something foolish and daring? This was the sort of game he could get behind!

"Alright, then. Truth or dare?"

I - Surprise

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Voice
[The letter definitely leaves more questions than answers, but even more so is upsetting rather than comforting. Having little control over his own magic powers, thinking about using the telepathic communication to look for more answers ends up transmitting a random string of thoughts before he's quite ready to lay them out, woops. He might be a little worked up.]

What's with all these mages everywhere suddenly, it's like they're just determined to screw everything up?? "Your universe hangs in the balance," my butt... [He grumbles in frustration.] What if it's true though? But Berserker seems pretty sure about them! It's definitely all of them.

[Sorry if you're a mage.]

D
[All these snacks are super exciting for a teenager living alone on a tight budget. Especially with all the wandering around in the forest in a frickin' storm. He piles up a plate without really paying attention to the specifics and horfs it down much the same.

Until he bites into something with a shell and legs that makes the most horrific crunch and shrieks. His plate and all the snacks on it go flying as he spits it into his hand.]

Holy shit-- Gross!!

[Wait why did he spit it into his hand, now he's holding it and that's basically just as bad?! There it goes onto the floor.]

F/G
[Tatsumi's wandered into a pillow circle, it's a good place to warm up and dry off after being soaked to the bone. Better than just sitting on his own too, he might as well hang out around everyone and maybe work up the courage to talk with them, make some friends.

But eventually the game comes to him, whether the bottle's landed on him, or someone turns to him for truth or dare, and he panics.]

W-what? No, I'm just here to watch!

a-c ish.

[what had started out as a quick trip back to her hut to grab something important turned into directing a newbie or two toward the mansion to ... wait. which way were the huts again? she thought she had been running in the right direction, but now she's turned around and it's dark, and the freezing rainwater is dripping down her bangs plastered against her face, and obscuring her vision.]

[this is fine. they've been living on this island for more than a month now, right? Madoka has the survival in the wild instinct down pat. she is not a city kid anymore, she is a truly full-fledged jungle kid — and the first rule of surviving out in the wild is finding shelter and warmth, right? right.]

[one Madoka. alone. no food. (no TV crew?). this is:

SURVIVORMADOKA]

[yeah, no, she's not going to last five minutes out here. it's too cold and stormy, and Madoka has no reasonable amount of supplies or anything warm to wear. better ask for help.]

[so a tentative voice reaches out to the telepathy network:]

Hi! Um ... Does anybody have a few minutes to give me some directions?

d.

[after she has been either directed or dragged safely back to the mansion at some ungodly hour in the morning, Madoka settles down, still pretty drenched from SurvivalMadoka'ing, to do what she had intended to do in the first place, before she first left. she's armed with a notebook that's perhaps seen better days, it's so jammed with notes and stray papers, a pen, and a look of pure determination.]

[spread before her is pretty much every single snack she could carry that looked like something she hasn't tried before. it is a veritable smorgasbord on the floor over here; try not to step on anything while walking past.]

[anyone who approaches will be greeted brightly.]

Hello! Do you want to try these with me?

h.

[alternatively, Madoka can be found poking around one of the several rooms in the mansion, looking for some dry/warmer clothing. unfortunately, she isn't having much luck. let's find stupid things to wear together.]

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Edited 2017-11-07 13:43 (UTC)

a-i.
[Obviously, the thing to do when the rain can't really bother you is to spend the whole night running around outside wrangling people to shelter. To a newcomer, Al might not be the friendliest looking face to suddenly approach them in the dark, but at least he seems confident and walks up without hesitation, offering a hand.]

Come on. I can get you to a safe place to stay until this is over.

a-ii.
[Unless... The person he finds happens to be small and cute, they're pretty far away from the mansion, and the rain is really coming down hard. In this case it would be silly for Al to pretend he doesn't have a more comfortable means of getting them to safety, and with some hesitation he reaches up like he's going to undo the armor's chest plate.]

You'll be able to stay drier if I put you inside. It'll only be for a minute.

[Hop in the giant metal man's stomach, y/n?]

i.
[It's at some ridiculous hour of the night that he finally makes it to the mansion himself. Water is dripping from the gaps in his armor, and he's covered in mud to the point where it looks like he must have just outright fallen in it. (Late canon problems, unfortunately, mean ill-timed blackouts.) All he wants is to find somewhere to clean up before he gets yelled at for making a mess, but no one's ever accused Al of being stealthy under even the best of circumstances. He shuts the door behind him as quietly as he can, mindful of the armor's clanking. Please let everyone be asleep, please let everyone be asleep...]

E

[ Probably, it's bad manners to just wander into a mansion, dripping wet, and not make any move to not get everything wet. This does not stop Amanda O'Neill, dazed and confused and dripping everywhere, from just wandering straight into the foyer. At least she got grabbed when she was wearing her jacket, the capelet keeping her from getting too waterlogged. Her hair's a mess, though, and she's probably gonna get someone else wet when she

Steps forward

Towards the pillows

And just fucking faceplants on top of a big, fluffy pile of them, letting out a muffled scream. ]

D

[ After recovering from her... uh... whatever you call that, a drier Amanda is up and about. ]

...this is food huh?

[ Now that she's not losing her mind, she's a lot more sociable, and the confident strut is a stark contrast to the wet girl who was staggering around not that long ago. She's also picking at some kind of... grub? Grub as in a larva, not slang for food, even though it's that too. She snickers under her breath. ]

Grub grub.

[ It's funny when you're trying to distract yourself from magical kidnapping alright? As gross as it is, Amanda ends up popping one in her mouth - when in Rome, y'know? - although her chewing slows as a curious look, brows knitted, crosses her face.

Why is it spicy? ]

F

[ Amanda's not sure who dragged her into this given that she doesn't know a single person here beyond brief introductions, but sure, she's no coward. Amanda is gonna sit her ass down here, and she's gonna kiss anyone or anything whose spin lands on her. ]

I'm a great kisser. This is gonna be fine.

I

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A

[ riza reads the letter over and over at least three times before the rains gets to it and the ink starts to run, and even with those extra read throughs, she still can't quite find her footing in the idea of it. things like magic, qri, energy - it doesn't make sense to her. the idea that it is impossible to be brought back home. she doesn't like the idea that she was brought here, doesn't like the idea that she's being forced to work for this qri, but right now? it's not all that important.

and yes, there's so much more she hasn't quite grasped yet, either. but again- in this moment? not important. what is important?

currently: the rain. specifically: she has no idea where the brigadier general is. and considering the current state of the rain, slash storm going on around them? he'll be all but useless if anything happens. which is what prompts her out into the rain in the first place - she has to find him, and the rest of their squadron, and anyone else who might be caught out here. which means riza is forgoing shelter at all, heading directly into the worst of it to try and help any other figures wandering around in any way she can.

but of course, she has training. and she has instincts. which means that while she's searching, she's also going to be drawn to anyone she might see who needs help. the rain and the flooding is immense, and difficult to wade through, but she is going to do everything she can to help anyway. which - at times - will involve approaching other figures huddled under trees, or trying to hang on. ]

Are you alright? [ briefly, she wonders why she couldn't have been given a better 'ability' that would be more helpful with the winds, or the rain, or the water. but here she is and she'll make the most of it. ] Do you need help finding shelter?

H

[ riza does spend a little time when she first gets into the mansion warming up. her uniform is completely soaked through, which prompts her to take off a layer or two of her outer jacket - if only to let it dry. her boots will dry with time, and she'd rather not leave too much of her stuff around, so she gets some food, helps some others she pointed in the direction of the mansion get settled, riza turns to the more important mission at hand: exploring the mansion.

due to the storm, she didn't really have the time or ability to search out the surrounding area adequately enough. but now that she's here, now that she is as settled as she can and there are quite a few people milling around. which means that she needs to make sure this place is safe, above everything else. so she heads out into the hallways, up the stairs. she being cautious, safe, and she hasn't yet decided to pull her gun but it's close enough that she can if she needs to.

i would recommend not sneaking up on her, but that is your choice. otherwise, she is going to spend the rest of the evening/foreseeable future getting as much of a handle on the mansion as she possibly can. ]

I

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A

[Yusuke usually has remarkable luck, or at least better luck than this. But apparently being in proximity to a giant egotistical god-reject hellbent on rewriting the world can fuck with one's luck stat enough so when another super powerful being pulls you away from the god-reject, you wind up on your ass in the floodwaters.

At least he was on a rock on his ass in the floodwaters. He only has the one pair of winter pants (and where did his Fox attire vanish off to?).

The rain and the cold are enough to distract him from the pressure at his throat; he stands, tugging his jacket closer to his body as he starts looking for some kind of shelter.]

D

[Once Yusuke gets brought in and things get...sort of explained to him, he makes a beeline for the snack table. He ignores the overly sweet things (he's never been able to understand the appeal of marshmallows) and goes for a box of what look like Pretz. He loves Pretz and these look and smell enough like them for him to be happy with it. He grabs what looks like (normalish) jerky and dried apples before turning around and nearly knocking his plate over as he almost runs into someone else.]

Oh, my apologies.

H

[There are just too many people in this mansion for Yusuke right now, but he's not going back outside any time soon either. He retreats from the main gathering of people to the upstairs, poking around for a room that might have paper and a pencil he could borrow. It's all getting to be too much, even for him, and he needs a bit of stress relief.

So he's going around, opening doors at random to see if he can find anything useful.

He's more likely to interrupt someone else, though.]

d;

[ being part dog has it's perks. probably? that's what jade is thinking as she scopes out the snack situation. there's stuff here that's probably better for the trolls than her, and then she feels her ear flick and she thinks ohhhhh yeahhhh.

so she can probably handle these questionable looking graham crackers. the packaging looks vintage, probably just a bit older than grandpa himself, but jade pays it little mind as she shoves one rectangle into her mouth after another. dripping wet still, jade probably reeks of wet dog, is in desperate need of dry clothes and looks a little bit silly squirreling those cookies into her mouth. still, it dons on her as she realizes she should change that this is a... completely new experience. what had she seen it called before?

oh. ]

A slumber party!

[ a very loud yip suddenly erupts from her. hopefully you weren't near her? ]

f thru g...ish;

[ figuring out what the bottle game meant resulted in jade very pointedly ignoring it. she's had enough of rom com situations in her life, thank you very month. she opts, instead, for making her own game up. the nice thing is, jade is plenty creative and familiar with enough board games that this isn't that hard to figure out.

there's a shoddily made boardgame in front of her, crafted from cardboard she's dismantled. it looks old, and the ink from the marker jade's got in her hand barely held to it. still, it's a board game, with several spaces and a winner slot. there isn't anything else, because she didn't have enough paper to make cards to go along with it, but it's serviceable. a lot of digging turned up an old, beaten up drawing pad that's already half full with detailed drawings.

jade props it up against the wall and writes out pictionary yay!!!! :D :D :D on the first page. oh yeah. this is happening. she's making it happen.

the nearest person gets a tug on their sleeve, and looking down, they'll see jade, looking excited as a child expecting santa claus on christmas eve. what do you do? ]

h sort of;

[ well. there's a lot of wet clothes, jade realizes. they're going to smell and be almost unwearable without detergent (a luxury she doesn't recall they have? maybe? a girl could use her downy, you know) to get the scent of mold out of the fabric, so she figures someone has to handle the laundry situation.

jade rummages through every open bedroom she can, plucks all the clean night clothes she can find out of the closets and drawers. it's a little harder gathering hangers and it takes a few tries of making vines to get the right thickness for them to hang off of, but once she's got it, she's got it. positioned near the front door, jade's set up a little station where she's plopped a needlessly large amount of pajamas down and arguably every hanger in the mansion. oops.

so every time someone walks in from the storm, or she sees them dripping all over the floor, she holds up a set of jammies and two hangers: ]

You will catch cold in those, so please change out of them! I have not found a hair dryer but a towel would do for now, right?

i;

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h;

( Cinnabar is usually very isolated, so it makes sense to pop up in an empty room, scope out that there are more people downstairs -- some that he recognizes from what feels like a dream he had not long ago -- and the decision is obvious: stay away from them and their fleshy, nature-bodies. He's still not 100% sure if they're evil or enemies or new comrades, and finding out that he can melt their flesh off accidentally doesn't seem like the best idea.

You may not ever know he's there if it wasn't for a map leading right to him. It might be flooding outside, but it's also flooding inside, as evident by a river of red gelatin that's slowly running itself down the stairs, seeping out from a door upstairs.

That's...really odd, right?? )

f2;

( For whatever reason, Cinnabar has come downstairs -- if he isn't liable to maim anyone, it's not a bad idea to investigate his new and strange surroundings among the fleshy people.

Their rituals are odd. For instance, they've created a game that appears to consist of spinning an empty bottle and having to drink the water that comes from one another's mouths...depressing really.

Well, that means it's time to test out his newly found usefulness. It's easy enough to make the liquid come out of his body, but the fact that it's water this time around is actually a pleasant surprise. After the bottle lands on him, he picks it up and fills it to the absolute brim, handing it back. )

That's what you want, right? ( TELL HIM HE DID GOOD!! )

e;

( Finally, he knows that back home his fellow gems have slumber parties of their own before they hibernate, but he's certainly never been invited. Never gotten his own specially made pair of pajamas, or to hit someone with a pillow soft enough to not shatter even his fragile body.

Let the poor kid luxuriate for a day or so. It's a very timid gesture -- he sits on a pillow and kneads at a blanket. It's been a long time since he felt something so soft!!

Eventually, you may go to sit down on what looks like a harmless lump of pillows and find that your butt makes contact with something very hard. You have disturbed a gem in a pillow cocoon. )

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ships! )

Edited 2017-11-07 17:33 (UTC)

A
[A letter and an apology don't fill the gap left by the loss of Shirley's...everything.

Everything is wrong. She can't feel the overwhelming power that is Nerifes' presence channeled through her, and if the letter is to believed then Nerifes is far away and gone. Her own power is gone too, replaced by a vague description of something new that she doesn't understand, and it leaves a familiar numbness that calls to mind her village's whispers and an unyielding cannon. Maurits and Walter are gone, too. So Shirley's alone, and she's lost her power again, and everything about this is wrong.

That's why while everyone's seeking shelter from the raging storm, Shirley is shielding her eyes and making her way towards the shore instead. She may fear Nerifes as much as she respects it, but she still fears wind and water and the sea's rage less than she fears being left alone again. A Ferines need not fear the water anyway, right?]

E
[Shirley's come to the mansion somewhat reluctantly, but she's here all right. After being out in the storm she's feeling pretty worn out, and figures with all the pillows around it might not be a bad time for a nap. Maybe it'll be easier to process everything after some rest?

Unfortunately, all the pillows and blankets she can find are being used as building materials and Shirley dare not mess with the architecture. Currently she's lost in a maze-like series of tunnels, slumping in defeat when she recognizes a particular blanket.]

Oh no, I went in a circle...which way did I come from?

G

[Shirley does not want to be playing. She feels out of place, surrounded by strangers and with not much reference for what's going on. Who even came up with this game?

And yet here she is, roped in and looking a bit like a deer in headlights about the choice presented to her.]

Um...truth?

[ thankfully, having a very overprotective older sister and some lucky breaks with telepathy communication have brought ruby to relative safety. though she's soaking wet and still on the verge of crying her eyes out, knowing that there's at least one person in this weird magical world is the one piece of hope that ruby is desperately clinging onto. seeking shelter from the storm, the kurosawa sisters enter the mansion... ]

D.

[ though they definitely aren't her favourite snacks in the world, the option of a sweet treat that the table offers is very much appreciated... but ruby has actually never had a s'more before! she looks a little confused as to how all of the ingredients relate to one another, and might be glancing curiously at how your character is managing to assemble it. she's definitely too shy to properly approach, though... that part will be up to you. ]

E(a).

[ the pillow maze is all fun and games until something catches her attention, stopping her from following dia's lead and resulting in her getting incredibly lost. the longer she realizes that she's alone, the more panicked she seems to get, resulting in her invisibility magic activating. unfortunately, said magic doesn't make her transparent - if your character is passing by, they likely won't notice that they're nudging past her until they hear a distressed squeak (a "pigii" sound, if you will), followed by a thump that sounds like someone falling on the ground. her magic dissipates upon impact, revealing the form of a small girl rubbing her arm. ]

Ngh... Not again...

E(b).

[ without her sister to provide some sort of familiar comfort, ruby's thoughts are beginning to drift right back to where they were when she spawned - anxiety, uncertainty, and fear. a world of magic seems so much more fun when it's in books or tv shows, but actually living in it is a whole other story. she misses uchiura, her house, hanamaru, the rest of aqours... why did this happen?

she eventually comes across one of those empty quiet corners of the blanket fort, settling there with a pillow hugged close to her as she begins to cry. should you follow the sound of her sobs through the maze, you won't quite see anything... but this dead end is definitely where the soft sobbing is the most audible. maybe calling out to the voice will help? ]

I.

[ maybe your character is acquainted with dia and has taken notice of the meek-looking red-haired girl huddled close to her as they explore the mansion. if you're curious, why not ask her who she is?

or don't, and make up your own prompt! if you wanna run an idea by me, hit me up over at

bounsweet. ]

( a: why )

[ if there is one thing roy mustang hates, more than anything else in the world, it is the rain.

it's because of a combination of things. one, his alchemy, when he uses his gloves, doesn't necessarily work well when it's pouring outside. two, it is the source of a constant stream of jokes from his subordinates, who all take great glee and joy in pointing out that the infamous roy mustang, conquerer of the ishval region, can't defend himself when it's misting outside. and three, he just generally hates being cold, and wet, and muddy, and honestly, roy would rather sit in the desert than ever spend a moment being soaking wet.

in other words? he looks like a drowned cat, and he is not happy.

that being said, he's extraordinarily focused on trying to help people who, you know, aren't as adept at navigating crisis situations. but even the intrepid explorer ~~and resident drowned cat~~ roy mustang needs a moment, and so he finds shelter in the nearest hut for half a moment, trying to ring out the water from his long black overcoat. his uniform is a lost cause, and his gloves are absolutely soaked through, and similarly useless. ]

Take down the corrupt government and you'll have it made, Mustang, everything will work out precisely how you planned it, you won't be kidnapped and taken to a ridiculous new world where flooding is a possibility, why would that possibly be a consideration . . .

[ roy mustang Has Had Enough (tm). ]

( d: why, part two: electric boogaloo )

[ once roy has found the manor (and one (1) riza hawkeye, which is probably how roy found the manor in the first place, given he's incapable of taking care of himself), he's elected to poke around, once he gets dry. it's something of a poor effort, on his part, but he's shrugged out of his sopping wet black overcoat and hung it somewhere, and is now drying his gloves near a fire somewhere. ( he might be doing this part a bit bitterly, because SOMEONE can't just DO THIS HIMSELF anymore, and he's 100% going to be a child about it. )

however, once that part is done, he's taken to investigating the food. he doesn't eat any of it yet, instead kind of poking around what's available, and seeing what other people are eating before picking anything himself. old habits die hard, incidentally, and you never know when something might be poisoned (or, you know, taste disgusting). ]

( ooc: as a note, roy is going to find hawkeye first, but everything other than that is 100% open to timeline shenanigans! or if you want a wildcard, hit me up on plurk @ protestations! )

Edited 2017-11-07 18:24 (UTC)

c

[if you're a REALLY unlucky newbie, or perhaps an oldbie who picked the weirdest possible time to go exploring, you may have found yourself right in the middle of the island forest, with nary a building or a proper landmark in sight. if you stumble around enough, though, you'll find what looks to be a large cave with the distinct smell of woodsmoke coming out of it; it looks warm and dry, if you can get across the rather swollen and rushing stream fairly near the cave mouth. there's some movement from inside too -- is that a person in there, watching the rain? but what's behind him? what are those enormous coils...?]

d.
[ Some of those snacks are looking a little questionable, but food is food and Akechi doesn't feel like heading back out in the rain to retrieve some of the food supplies he has in his beach hut. He starts with some crackers and a couple of marshmallows before he feels daring enough to give one of the more exotic snacks a try.

He's definitely not going to touch any of the dried bugs, but he picks a snack that looks halfway normal and takes a tentative bite. It tastes pretty bland, so he plops the rest of it into his mouth and starts chewing - and then his tongue starts burning when he bites into the chili pepper center, the heat hitting him like a freight train. ]

--Khh!

[ His nose is running. His eyes are watering. Mistakes were made oh god. ]

h.
[ Akechi isn't interested in participating in slumber party games, so after recovering from his unfortunate encounter with spicy food he starts looking around the mansion to see what kind of things are around - the building looks pretty old, so maybe there are secret rooms and passages? Hidden rooms behind bookcases are a classic, so he spends some time investigating bookcases in various rooms, pulling out books to see if it'll trigger anything (he puts them back after, of course) and looking for signs pointing toward secret passages.

You can find him mid-investigating, or you can find him a little later when he takes a break from exploring to play a few rounds of Solitaire with the worn-looking card deck he found. He looks up when he hears you enter the room, greeting you with a slight incline of his head and his trademark detective smile. ]

Hello. Would you like to play a game with me?

ONE.

[ Being told that he suddenly had magic—a magic that was clearly not that which would be bestowed by the gods—was alarming enough, but Kaisar had shoved the information back into the depths of his mind. To consider later. Right now, he's worrying, a thing that he does pretty often. The letter makes... sense, in a way. He understands it, but frowns slightly all the same.

Anyways, there's something more pressing that his wonderment at his condition and how... whole he seems to be. A flood, which threatens to wash away all of that. Somewhat lost, he's throwing open the door of the nearest hut with nothing more than a shouted: ]

My apologies!

[ That was definitely your hut. His hair is sodden and dripping, and he's now closing the door with... an arm that seems to have no hand, which, uh, he seems equally surprised about. ]

TWO.

[ Thanks to this "telepathy" nonsense, Kaisar has left his shelter, because he's dumb on occassion, and is now fording the storm to come to your rescue!

Granted, you didn't even have to tell him "Hey, come save me," he probably would have wandered out into hell at the call of a mental burp if he had to. Knights, man. But now he's approaching you, reaching out with a hand... oh not that one, that arm has no hand. Hold on, try the other one. ]

WILDCARD.

[ hit me with anything, or feel free to pm me! plurk works too, gaelio.

B, This is fine
[Waver has settled for just sitting on top of his beach hut, staring at the rain tiredly. It's strange. He knows that the little community that's sprung up here will end up doing search and rescue stuff because well...of course they will. It's expected, and he's not sure what to make that he gives a group of people that much actual trust. Any mage would be an idiot to do so.

But it's there. And Waver is not stupid enough to go treking through a storm, waving his hands about, demanding someone take him in either. It's simplier to sit and wait, keeping an ear to the telepathic network.

He shifts his position every so often, eyes scanning the horizon from every possible angle.]

Jeez. I better not be banking on nothing.

E, This actually is fine.
[Having shed his clothes for dry ones and put them to dry near the warmest heatsource available, Waver initally saw the entire...city, for lack of a better term, as something too childish to indulge in.

Not that he had ever even been invited to a sleepover, but that was neither here nor there. But standing around in warm clothes exposed to cooler air also was no picnic, and so he eventually gave in and entered the labryinthine city. It took some exploring, but he managed to find a little dome that was clearly unclaimed.

Within an hour, there's no mistaking that the space is his. Waver's sprawled over every inch, and anyone approaching is met by Waver sticking his head out to protect his space.]

Are you passing through or looking for some spots of your own?

H
Sleep was not happening. That much was clear to Waver, and so he exited the fort, leaving a sharp note for anyone who tried to overtake his space in his absence. Exploring the mansion further was a more interesting way to spend the night, and he had little problem taking one of the lamps from the snack bar and starting to move upstairs.

Unsure of what to expect, Waver moved carefully. No floorboards creaked as he went from room to room, but his disappointment did. There was no information about who the place originally belonged to, and that unsolved mystery was the greatest and worst outlier to him.

"Damnit," he said, holding the lamp up as he stood in the door frame of yet another bedroom. "How do you have this impersonal of a space?"

e. intruder alert

[In the soft, cozy labyrinth of pillow fortresses, there is a luxurious little corner off to one side, which seems to be occupied by a small mountain of blissfully soft pillows, several platters of sweets, and a tiny flying squirrel sprawled out in the middle of it all, eyes shut in contentment.

Congratulations. You've found Hakuno's Happy Place.]

f. pucker up

...oh. Oh, uh...

[Hakuno hadn't been entirely clear on what she was supposed to do when she was first used over to sit in the circle, but a few turns have gone by and now she is perfectly aware of what it means when the bottle lands on you.

...well, it's not her first kiss, and probably won't nearly suffocate her to death like that one almost did. It should be... fine...]

Well, pardon me I guess.

[She leans in.]

g. choose wisely

[Truth or dare!

Hakuno is blunt and doesn't afraid of anything. Hit her with her best shot, or leave your fate in her hands: the choice is yours.]

i. wildcard

[Choose your own slumber party adventure.]

b.

[The owner of this hut has evidently decided to brave out the storm: she's sitting cross-legged on her cot, leaning away from the leaky spot in the roof, a series of towels and random articles of clothing stuffed into cracks in the wall to try and keep the rain out.

She's not too pleased at having the door opened on her, but she isn't heartless, and the rain is coming down awfully hard. So she just makes a face at you and says,]

Don't just stand there! Close the door already.

d.

[Eventually, however, she gives up on the beach hut--at least for now--and makes her way to the mansion. Anyone passing by the main foyer will see a skinny girl with a towel over her hair poring intently over the array of snacks, a shrewd look on her face. She picks up a chocolate bar.]

Is this chocolate?

[She breaks off a piece and pops it into her mouth, and her eyes go comically wide. Wow, this is good.]

g.

[She'd only intended to watch, but somehow she found herself drawn into the circle of Truth or Dare partygoers. She affixes you with a suspicious stare. There's no magic trick to this, right? It's just a game? She isn't actually prevented from lying?]

Truth.

[She's not going to be dragged into doing anything stupid, is her determination.]

a/b) beach hut surprise

[ He did float around the area for a bit to take in the aerial view, but NO. There has to be a storm. There has to be a storm. The rolling thunder and the coming rains don't bother him in the slightest, but the gale that comes with it nearly knocks him backwards in the air.

It's fine.

He's fine.

And the swirl of wind won't be letting his off easy. Blown away, he's hurled at a beach hut. If you're the piggy hiding in the straw house, sorry... If you watched all of this, maybe help him out? ]

f/g) pick your ~~poison/~~game

[ He's only lingering around with his arms crossed to see new faces... Most seem human, but he wonders if he can find something different—a god, an angel, a demon... Anything out of the ordinary.

Except he picked a bad time to eavesdrop and hover. If he even notices anyone playing looking at him or if the bottle lands on him, his expression twists. ]

I don't see what purpose this serves.

[ THESE GAMES SEEM LIKE SUCH A WASTE OF TIME ]

h) i believe i can fly

[ Azazel has a lot to think about where they left off in his world, so he's looking for a nice room to simmer in his thoughts all alone. He's leaning against the wall in a corridor, replaying what happened in his mind. The great evil has been defeated, but is that enough? Should he really play into the hands of this mysterious witch? He has many worries beyond his own predicament.

Just thinking about that King and what happened to El puts him settles him into a horrible mood. Everything nearby (which is probably a stand, some decor, paintings...) floats only to smash into the ceiling—that includes anyone that's within 7ft radius of him. Notice the noise, whatever it is. Maybe he should calm down. ]

e. please save this idiot from himself

[A lot of people are minding their own damn business, trying to find a nice corner of pillows to establish for themselves, or exploring. At some point, they may find a particularly nice-looking pile of pillows!

And at some point, they may see this pile of pillows move. Maybe it's a little nudge, maybe someone happens to spot an eye peeking out between them, but in any case, there's definitely someone in there.

Or maybe someone doesn't notice and just throws themselves onto the pillow pile without a care in the world. It's a good thing Robin is only a metaphorical cactus, not a literal one.]

g. the only way to get him to choose truth is to dare him to tell the truth tbh

[Robin's already had to do some weird shit. What, exactly, he'll never discuss outside the confines of this time-waster, but surely not everyone has been merciful to him. However, he keeps choosing "dare" every time.]

Dare.

[This time is no exception.]

i. wildcard

[If none of the above works, just make something up here, I'll pretty much roll with anything.]

a-cish not even last week she had a discussion about how her powers might be useful in a windstorm;

[ it's not like she couldn't have seen it coming, given that the skies have been looking suspiciously like the leadup to walpurgisnacht. and common logic dictates that one seek shelter, but then also in the past she walked out alone into the middle of a gathering storm that ended up leveling a city just to find a friend. and that was before she had any notable abilities whatsoever.

look she had things to do that kept her out, all right. so the storm came upon them stronger than expected. fine. that's fine. she's actually not that badly off, despite being soaked to the bone, thanks to a few very recent discoveries that may or may not have happened... literally immediately before this in nebulous rp time logic.

short of it is: Akemi Homura, emergency umbrella and or short range transport at your service. here are your options for coming across her on the way back from out in the wilderness:

1. a young, even voice over telepathy requesting the following: If you have been caught out in the storm and need assistance in getting to shelter, please report your location as best as you can, or raise your voice such that someone will be able to hear you.

2. she may actually literally be appearing out of nowhere on her way back to habituated areas, though her arrival will be announced by patterns of diamond-shaped violet magic beforehand as she shows up through them and lands feet first. she's not strictly following a search pattern or anything, but if this is what happens you might notice that a decent amount of the rain coming down curves away around her. if you want her attention, you might want to call out before she readies herself to jump again. ]

e...ish;

[ homura is dripping wet and also coincidentally may smell a bit like wet dog. one wonders why. she is mostly wallflowering, as it turns out.

wallflowering in this case seems to be staking out a part of the pillow labyrinth for herself and writing down- what is she writing down? it's a mystery. no, as in it really is- her pen's refusing to write properly on the bedding she'd grabbed to attempt to scribble something down on, and she didn't think on the way here to stop back by the hut for the one notebook of madoka's that she's unofficially claimed.

alas. ]

h ERR_TOO_MANY_REDIRECTS;

[ there are a lot of people around and truth be told the commotion is somewhat dizzying. or maybe it's something else...?

either way, possibly after handling any other shenanigans that may or may not have gone on previous, Homura might be trying to slip away from the crowd, if only for a short bit. when the violet portal tears open she's only meaning to make it big enough for herself to pass through and no more, with the accompanying portal aimed somewhere upstairs, or elsewhere in the mansion, but what was it she had told Jay? ah, yes. 'precision suffers.'

so maybe you caught up in her intended escape, or maybe you were overly curious or concerned about the pale and slight girl and followed her before it closed. end of story is that now both of them are somewhere else in the mansion, in some other room that by the looks of things Homura wasn't intending on landing in either.

congratulations, you're lost in a mansion, and may or may not have ended up somewhere convenient like on top of a shelf, or three feet above the actual ground to take a nice unplanned tumble, or stuck on a chandelier or something. who knows. ]

i is for the anything goes wildcard;

[ feel free to pm me or hit me up on plurk at

ellipsesinaction if you want to plot something! or maybe some other form of shenanigans has led your character to seek homura out. who knows, the possibilities are endless. ]

A.

[She is not one who will spawn anywhere, given that she is already a resident. But there is a possibility that you may be popping into Haru's beach hut. She is sitting on her bed going through a book, riding out the storm. That is really she can do at the moment.

After some time she was thinking about leaving the hut and attempting to get to the safety of the mansion.

Though, this means that you have the possibility of barging in on her beach hut! Thankfully it doesn't seem like she's too mad.]

Oh, you look a little soaked. Come in. Are you all right?

D.

[Smores? Well, that's a comforting twist on today. Haru can be found making smores one after the other!]

Please, take one. I'm making enough for a handful of people. Surely it would be better than eating whatever... that is.

[She's pointing at the weird alien like snack foods.]

E.

[A blanket fort reminds Haru of being small again. Without thinking too much about, Haru will start exploring. Eventually she settles in one of the more open areas.

Was this your area? She doesn't look likely to move. Do you want to join her? She's got enough books and pillows to last them at least until morning.

WILDCARD.

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Edited 2017-11-08 04:00 (UTC)

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