uhmani | TDM #4

Throughout the main hub where everyone congregates, a light chiming echoes through the first floor. "Hello, everyone," comes the synthetic voice from when you first arrived. "Please, watch your step since there's quite a few puddles around. If you'd like, there is cake, some refreshments, and some eggs for you in these trying times. If they feel warmer than usual, that's because they're going to hatch soon!"

While the Peacekeeper doesn't elaborate, as usual, simulation inhabitants are free to notice the eggs that either they gathered or are still littering the simulation are now warm to the touch, give off a faint glow, and may even move subtly now and again if watched.

APRIL SHOWERS

Granted, there are bigger things to worry about such as the storm that's rolling in.

Dark, ominous clouds begin to gather over every piece of sky in the simulation and before long blot out the sun. Sheets of rain begin to pour down almost without warning. Hopefully, you've managed to fix those leaks in your house! Or maybe you're finding new ones...

Lightning splits the sky with a dramatic crackle and thunder booms not long after it. The wind howls and the worst of the storm won't relent for a few hours at the least. Even after, the rain will linger for days on and off to varying degrees of severity.

While the weather has taken a turn for the gloomy, that doesn't mean that simulation inhabitants have to be! In fact, it may feel somewhat refreshing as if the rain is washing away any negativity lingering after The Overseer's masquerade. Whether by her design or not, she - nor The Peacekeeper - will say but it does seem that she wants to keep relations as peaceful between the simulation inhabitants and creators as she can.

ONE FISH, TWO FISH...

The constant rain brings water levels of the rivers and eddies up at an alarming rate. Flooding is inevitable and, hopefully, the place you've claimed as your own isn't in the way. If it is, you might want to get the buckets ready or consider a relocation!

Of course, your buckets might not just be catching water. With the rising water levels, the fish that inhabit the simulation's waters are just as confused as anyone else. Even more confusing is the glitch causing them to transform once they find themselves on solid (mostly) ground.

Thankfully, they don't change into anything harmful. Well, maybe to your teeth since an abundance of sweet treats is bound to cause a cavity or two... Not to mention the other odd effects that food here is known to have.

Taiyaki

radiate warmth

Swedish Fish

flexibility

now

Hard Fish Candy

unable to speak

body language

Chocolate Sardines

sweeter

delicious

Eventually, the fish will go back to normal and the glitch corrected; however, any candy collected will remain until it expires naturally.

WHAT'S YOUR DTF STATUS?

If the party and its cake don't appeal to you, that's perfectly fine. This is the perfect time to configure your Digitized Technical Friend or your DTF status. A DTF is similar to a dæmon from His Dark Materials in that it is connected to and a reflection of a character's soul. These DTFs take shape accordingly and are projections similar to the NPCs. Think of them as your own personal Clippy except less annoying. Hopefully.

Once that's set-up, there are other locations of the main hub to investigate! You can still find an (off-key) instrument to play in the music lounge or check out the (algae-ridden) pool.

You can even visit The Peacekeeper themselves on the second floor. They're always happy to have visitors! They're also conveniently where you might place a complaint about that status of the main hub and its amenities.

RAINING CATS AND DOGS

While the fishy foods are odd enough as is, another glitch appears to be occurring throughout the simulation but this time originates not from the rain but The Peacekeeper's humble musings. "Did you know," speaks the resident AI, "that there is an expression called 'raining cats and dogs'? I think that's such a curious saying! It made me wonder what it might actually look like..."

Following the strange, unexpected 'announcement,' inhabitants may begin to notice large globs of water falling periodically from the sky now amidst the regular rain. When they hit the ground with a large splash, nothing is there... at first. The water will burst apart only to reassemble into a canine or feline friend. Well, it's shaped like a dog or a cat.

Due to the sudden nature of their spawning though, some things aren't quite right. Perhaps that cat has only three legs instead of four; a dog may be missing an eye, an ear, or even its tail. And those are the more tame oddities! While the unique animals aren't overly abundant there are still a good number that spawn across the days of rain. Don't be surprised if a dog takes up shelter from the storm on your porch or you come home to a cat you don't own having climbed through a loose window.

While this might be exactly the addition to your home that you wanted, it doesn't change the leaky roof or broken window in your new place. Or, unfortunately, the fact that there's no extra space for a pet yet. No, unfortunately that will still need to be fixed the peaceful way. If you'd like more lighting or even cozier clothes, simulation inhabitants are reminded that 'peaceful interactions' are very important!

It might be a good idea to stick close to someone you know, for now, since even the smallest amounts of intimacy might see subtle changes occurring where they're staying. Perhaps that broken window is now fixed, the grime and dust seem a little less, or the floor doesn't creak quite as loud.

Larger changes, however, will only come after demonstrating the more powerful peaceful interactions. If you want new hardwood floors or a fresh coat of paint on the walls, you're going to have to demonstrate how well you 'get along' with others against them first.

SEEING PINK

ear the end of the week, the rain finally relents and temperatures continue to gradually increase. Those May flowers can't quite seem to wait though since several of the trees lining the edge of the forest bloom brilliant pink blossoms that a DTF will be able to identify as love blossoms. While the blooms won't last very long, they certainly are using all the time they have to take over.

The pollen is one thing. It may start out as just a tickle in your nose or stuffy head but eventually turns into something much more lovely. You're tickled pink about almost everything, it seems, and want to share that happiness with others. And who needs rose-colored glasses when almost everywhere one looks there's a string of love blossoms blooming?

These invasive flowers are in your garden, along the vines in the city, and even sprawling through the main hub! It actually seems almost impossible to avoid them. The Peacekeeper assures inhabitants that it isn't purposeful and just the natural cycle of the love blossoms.

Enjoy the mood-lifting and groin-tingling effects while they last! The love blossoms will only linger for a few days, at most, before receding back to the forest line and eventually falling dormant again until next spring.

SEXY STAMP CARD

If you're wondering about these 'peaceful interactions' that keep being mentioned or what the kinks of the month are for... Here's your answer! Upon arrival, all characters will receive a digital copy of their very own sexy stamp card.

Sexy Stamp Card

Issued by: The Peacekeeper

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Completing peaceful interactions (i.e. kinks) will reward characters with stamps that they can turn in for re-gains and many other things! While the example one here is the standard issued card by The Peacekeeper, players are more than welcome to customize it how they see fit. Have fun with it! NOTES

★ The kinks of the month have changed! Be sure to check this post for what the new ones are. Also, give a congratulations to Corrin (

fatefulprince) as the as the new leader of the sexy leaderboard! 🎉

★ The effects of the strange fish candies can, as always, be as heavy or light as you'd like! It can be chalked up to differences in resistance, non-humanity or not, etc. etc. Also, they can mixed-and-matched! Have fun with that.

★ The flora and fauna page will be updated. It's also still open for player suggestions! All you need to do now is link your check-in (or player claim) comment to make a submission!

★ Make sure to dunk your questions/feedback in the thread below!

NAVIGATION

F.A.Q. ★ RULES ★ CHARACTER CLAIM ★ LOCATIONS ★ MAIN NAVIGATION

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A - April Showers

[With a crack of lightning and a loud clap of thunder a man dressed all in black steps into the pouring streets of this strange new world.

He is... most displeased, to say the least. His pale gaze looks over the unfamiliar landscape of this unfamiliar place, his lips a firm line, teetering on the cusp of a scowl. He has bypassed most of what was going on, ignoring the cake and eggs and whatever nonsense was displayed. He hasn't the time for it.

He has one goal in mind. And that is, of course, to find Lady Edelgard.

He moves to take a step out into this world, the heavy rain pelting down upon his dark attire. It's raining a lot. And he has no place to go nor anything to change into should he become soaked through, as he most likely will be if he doesn't turn back now. Now Hubert does scowl, turning on his heel to march back into the building, pushing open the doors as dramatically as he is able, never minding the stares of people he does not know and shaking off the rain that he did manage to collect during his brief steps outside.

Mayhaps he'll find someone that can point him in the correct direction.]

B - Raining Cats and Dogs

[Hubert stands, legs spread apart, and arms outstretched forward. Without hesitating or missing a beat the dark magician fires a ruin spell at the strange puddle. And then another at a different one. Purple and black glowing light sparks at his fingertips.

His gaze flickers about for more of these misshapen beasts emerging from the pools of water.

Another ruin spell to the right.

Hubert lets out an unhappy sigh, righting himself as things appear fine, for the moment.

Peaceful interactions? Not from Hubert von Vestra, I'm afraid.]

C - Seeing Pink

[Hubert brings a handkerchief up to his nose as the pollen from these blossoms may actually be killing him. A slow undignified death... (Another death, if memory serves.) But one can hardly be blamed... these vile flowers are simply everywhere.

As he brushes them off his heavy dark coat and cowl the little yellow pollen spots linger, providing no relief. Hubert lowers the cloth for a moment to press a gloved hand to his temple. His mind feels dull, not as sharp and refined as it needs to be. There's more to these flowers than meets the eye, he suspects. They are called love flowers, after all. Some sort of... aphrodisiac, if he had to guess. Peaceful interactions, they said. What a loathsome thing that needs to be done.

He will see what he can avoid before doing the necessary physical interactions to survive here.

Hubert brings the cloth back to his mouth as not one but several sneezes overtake him. Assuming the pollen doesn't impede on that plan first.]

D - Bring your own situation

(hit me up with an idea of your own. Hubert is here and cranky.)

april showers / dtf.

[ there’s a tall, man with a long, dark holding a bucket full of fish trying to basically stay as above water level as possible. this cave here has some higher ground, and wayland, being a survivalist, has already made a fire to warm himself and whoever else is here by. yeah. howdy. there’s one of the takoyaki in his mouth the bucket is held out to… you?

coiled around his neck, swaying ever so gently, is a shiny, black hog-nosed snake, its scales almost oily-iridescent at the right angle. ]

Weird weather for the afterlife. [ he says around the food in his mouth ] You hungry?

raining cats and dogs.

[ a big, black wolf has taken shelter under the overhang/cave entry/stairs/porch of your home. he just sort of blinks at you with big gold eyes as if to say “oh hey welcome home.”

his tail thumps. between his scarred up paws, there is a very sleep-looking fat corgi puppy missing a stubby little leggy. it squeaks and the wolf leans down to lick it softly before lifting its head up again. ]

seeing pink.

[ ( 1 ) wayland’s dark hair, long and down to his waist, is unfortunately a pink blossom magnet, clinging to strands, sticking in his braid. he’s sat down and slowly trying to pick them out of his hair, but if that happens to invite someone over, well then by all means, have a seat. he doesn’t stop you, and in fact, he doesn’t seem all that bothered.

if you happen to have long hair, he offers— ]

Want some help putting it up? [ his voice has a soft drawl, southwestern and strangely demure. ] These petals get everywhere...

[ ( 2 ) alternatively, the black wolf is out and about, winding around people’s legs, tail swishing gently as he bumps and nudges, nuzzles and grumbles. he’s incredibly friendly, though if you’re frightened, he’ll keep his distance, maybe even flop onto his back or side with a big soft huff. ]

wildcard!

[ throw something at me! ]

► the lobby.

[ _{after the welcome intro - even with the death insight video, Gold doesn't buy any of this for a second. he is convinced without a shadow of a doubt that this is the work of team rocket. for starters - all of his pokémon are gone! what other organisation would do this?! with this kind of technology? and have the motivation and the means to kidnap his pokémon??!

if anyone is in or around the main hub, they will see Gold sneaking around, looking suspicious. he's trying to find anything - a clue on the wall, a hidden staircase - he's even peering behind all of the motivational posters lining the walls to find a possible hideout entrance. little did he know, it was all for loss, but perhaps you could talk some sense into this very disgruntled looking young man.} ]

► welcome. (you received the EGG from the PEACEKEEPER!)

[ _{by any chance, did anyone see a guy in a red hat walking in circles with an egg in his possession the last time? no? well, Gold's from that exact same world as this man, where pacing back and forth makes an egg hatch. so that's what he's doing. he's got a citrine egg tucked away in his hoodie - and it's a good thing he's pacing like this, because oh boy is he ever stressed after arriving here without his beloved pokémon companions. while he's doing this, he's got a glass of mojito in hand, because he sure as fuck needs a drink right now. fortunately, hanging onto the citrine egg will lift his spirits.} ]

► seeing pink.

[ _{well, since he's exhausted all current options about this "team rocket" situation, Gold has temporarily resigned himself to taking a break by laying under a tree in the grass. he had a million thoughts whirling around in his head about the safety of his pokémon, where they were, how he could hope to reunite with them again ... he's exhausted all options and at this point his body was tired and he needed to rest. he felt guilty putting his search on hold, but he knew for the sake of his beloved pokémon companions that he would be able to function better for their search after a nap.

that is - if his pichu DTF doesn't stop shaking the tree's flower petals down on him. the tiny electric mouse was situated up in one of the branches while trembling as a reflection of the Johto trainer's current emotional state, causing a flurry of pink to rain down on the unsuspecting young man. Gold flaps his hand in front of his face to chase away the free falling petals with a sneeze, sighing hard with annoyance from the interruption to his nap.} ]

Oi - knock it off, will you? I'm trying to rest! I can't find my friends if I don't put this aching head of mine to sleep.

► wildcard!

[ _{come at me bro!} ]

Edited 2022-04-22 02:12 (UTC)

1. unwelcome welcome

[ Let's be real here: nobody exactly enjoys being told they're dead and that their whole world has been destroyed, especially not when they're the kind of person who has dedicated their lives to protecting others. It means he's failed, though he's only one person--he has his hands full protecting Anima City alone, much less the entire world.

Approach this man at your own risk. Not that he'll hurt you, but he's no fun to be around, either. You might spot him sniffing around in the far corners of the hub with his trench coat collar popped to obscure his face (and wait, is he a man? Or... a wolf??); he obviously doesn't want to be bothered.

Please, bother him. ]

2. wet dog smell - the forest

[ The rain is relentless.

It wouldn't be such a problem if the ruins where Shirou has taken shelter were more waterproof, but as it stands, he's soaked to the skin. Even in his beast form, his waterlogged fur only serves to weigh him down, doing very little to insulate him from the chill.

He's survived worse, though. He'll make it. At least the ruins don't seem to get much foot traffic.

Meanwhile, the plaintive howls of a lone wolf echo through the deep woods. ]

3. wildcard

[ hmu if you want a custom starter :) ]

the infirmary.

[ _{the afterlife and all of the mechanics that came with it were ... definitely unexpected. Laslow could hardly believe the place he had woken up in, he envisioned that death would lead to eternal darkness and all hope lost, especially from the brutal way in which he died. one would certainly need a great deal of care after laying their life down for their lord, which is why Laslow had been in the infirmary receiving a great deal of treatment for his gory death at the hands of the rebellious princess of Hoshido, Corrin. the princess who betrayed his lord Xander and slaughtered him. what a nasty taste he had in his mouth after that ordeal - not the blood upon being impaled, but the failure he carried in his heart that came with being unable to protect his lord from death, as his duty decreed. he felt hollow enough to consider himself a ghost, even though he was still all flesh and seemed to be in one piece. when he leaves the infirmary, all of that sorrow and regret is carried out the door with him.

after being patched up and sent on his way, the mercenary can be seen wandering the hall while trying to make sense of this strange little place that he would now consider to be the afterlife. he really had no desire to eat after all he had been through, but apparently dying can make you quite hungry. he enjoyed a slice of spice cake to curb his hunger for the time being.} ]

april showers.

[ _{"pathetic fallacy" is what Laslow recalls the term being for when one's environment matches their emotional state. frankly, it couldn't be any more suited for a failed retainer who was stood watching the dark, miserable downpour of rain while living with the consequences of his unsuccessful duty to his lord. he had no idea if his lord, Xander, had made it to this place - or peri for that matter too, even. all he knew was that he was so anxious he could feel his throat closing up while struggling to breathe, his body pressed against the tree that he was taking shelter beneath.

he glances down to his piebald peacock DTF, chuffing out an amused laugh at how the bird looked with its feathers outstretched. what a remarkable pattern.} ]

Don't suppose you have anything to make the situation more tolerable, my friend?

[_{the peacock nods its head proudly, expanding its feathers which begin to move and shake. the DTF begins to play dance music, the clever bird knowing fine well that this was the way to rinse Laslow clean of his worries and put him on the right path.} ]

... Now that's certainly a rhythm I can get behind.

[_{without a care as to who could be watching him, Laslow starts to dance to the music, falling into a routine that looked nothing short of rehearsed and professional. how can anything less be expected from the son of Olivia, a man who had danced for as long as he could walk? his peacock DTF joins in the dance while he loses himself to the music, feeling his anxiety being poured out of him with every step from his skilled footwork while he becomes immersed in his step and rhythm.} ]

seeing pink.

[_{for a well-renowned flirt, Laslow normally had rather pure intentions when attempting to court men and women. his methods were ... outlandish at best, often resulting in punishment. but right now he's not craving tea after ogling the people around him who were passing through the area. he's ... feeling surprisingly warm inside.} ]

... My. Certainly are some cuties here, aren’t there, Dancer?

[_{his peacock DTF had his feathers open and on show, clearly with the exact same thought in mind. the more Laslow found himself ogling, the more he found himself at war with the circumstance over why he was here - being murdered by Corrin and failing to protect Xander. while temptation was surrounding him in the form of gorgeous individuals in this weirdly wonderful place he now could call an afterlife, his dedication to his lord had to come first.} ]
 
No - I must find Milord. Even in death, he is my priority. The flirting can wait. I must ... control myself. These urges ... they're so powerful. Blast. What are they?

wildcard!

[_{lmk if you want anything in particular!} ]

Edited 2022-04-22 03:16 (UTC)

1. Welcome - Main Hub

Cloud has been here for a week or so, now; things are still a bit of a blur for him, and after his run-in with Sephiroth, he's been avoiding the main hub (and people altogether). But he can't rely on Zack for everything forever. He's got to at least get to know this place a little better and figure out how things work around here.

Somewhere along the way, he picked up an aquamarine egg, which is now sitting on the bar in front of him, glowing faintly. It reminds him of Zack's eyes, which is a weird thing to think, but his mind is a mess anyway so it barely pings on his radar of weird things. Suffice it to say, he's keeping it.

Next to the egg sits his drink, a firecracker of some kind, which he's periodically sipping as he sits there at the bar. He tells himself he's people-watching, and that is what he intends to do, but half the time he's really just zoning out - so anyone who approaches him might end up startling him.

[ooc: whether it's a red or blue firecracker is your choice!]

2. April Showers

Just a bit of rain might have been fine, but this downpour and the dark skies prove to be too much; Cloud sits in the little shelter he and Zack made in some ruins and watches the rain fall, listens to its roar, and forgets where he is. It was raining like this that day on the cliff, too. His head aches, and after a while, he realizes that somehow, he's lost the sword. Zack's sword, the one he gave to Cloud when he--

Cloud stumbles out of the ruins, searching frantically. How could he have lost it? Did he drop it and pass out? Did someone take it? Shit. He has to find it, right now.

So when he comes across another person emerging from the endless curtain of gray rain, he can barely make out their features, and his mind fills them in - a Shinra uniform, a helmet, a gun. Or maybe a crisp, dark suit and an earpiece. Gritting his teeth, he rushes at them with too much speed and tries to grab them and shove them up against the nearest wall, with too much strength. Mako-bright eyes, a little wild, stare into theirs as he demands, "Where is it? My sword. Give it back."

3. One Fish, Two Fish

Anyone who runs across Cloud once the flooding is in full swing may find him standing knee-deep in water, trying to use a rusty pail to bail out their little shelter. The floor is littered with fish-shaped treats, for some reason, and Cloud isn't even fully certain he's not imagining them, so he simply sweeps them up into a pile and ignores them. But if someone came by, hungry or craving sweets, he'd probably let them have some of his stash, and maybe he could even be convinced to try some himself.

[ooc: choose whatever fishy (or fishies) you want Cloud and/or your character to nom! take note: if Cloud loses the ability to speak, it will be Very Upsetting (and I am fine with that).]

4. Seeing Pink

By the time the rain has become nothing more than a light sunshower and the pink flowers bloom all over the place, Cloud has calmed down and can be found lying on his back in a field of blooms, just looking up at the sky and watching the rain fall. When was the last time he even saw a real flower? He can't remember.

Now that he's calmer, the shower's soothing effects have kicked in...and so has the pollen, though he won't realize it until he's in the presence of another person.

5. Wildcard!

[Hit me up on plurk or discord if you wanna plot, or just throw a starter at me! I'm certainly down for any of these to turn into peaceful times, but let's chat a little about how it will go, since Cloud is very inexperienced and kinda mentally unstable.]

Edited 2022-04-22 04:54 (UTC)

lobby;
"Dead? Well, I cannot say I am surprised." Zevran said aloud to no one in particular after hearing the announcement, idly glancing around as he strode through the main hub. A quick pat down of his person found all his weapons missing, along with all the other trinkets he had obtained from the fae. Shame about that — but he could make do. After all, if the name of the game was peacemaking via physical intimacy, well... this was no different than the last land he visited, was it? "Not many Crows live past twenty anyway." he was basically ancient so far as assassins went!

seeing pink;
Zevran, apparently giving absolutely no fucks about how much pollen he inhaled nor how many petals fell upon him, lounged on one of the lower branches of a blossoming tree, legs stretched out along the length of the branch, hands folded upon his stomach, eyes shut. He wasn't sleeping, as might have been obvious when he spoke up as soon as someone passed underneath him.

"I was beginning to think we would not see the sun again, after all that rain." he commented idly, plucking a hearty blossom from the branch above him to offer to the person. "Have you smelled these? They have a lovely aroma. Reminds me of the perfumed women of Orlais." He was... definitely trolling; fully aware of what would happen after a deep inhale. but hey. He was in a great mood, no reason not to spread the cheer, right?

wildcard
you know. whatever.

april showers bring... nightmares?

[Unfortunately for the residents hoping for a peaceful nights' sleep, your local incarnation of the concept isn't doing so hot with the stormy weather. The rain is one thing, but the thunder and lightning send him scrambling for cover, terrified.

Even those who have received one of his blessed poppies might find themselves having trouble getting any rest, and that it is plagued with nightmares when they finally do.

Maybe you encounter him in your tortured dreams. Maybe you've angrily made your way to his shrine to demand a refund. Maybe a third option, I don't know your life. This is just to let everyone know that when Sleep itself is troubled... well, it's everybody's problem.]

[ooc; i will follow up with individual prompts for planned things i just wanted to throw this out here to let people know it's a Thing, and given that hypnos has announced that he's the god of sleep on the network and gotten his shrine started up, well... i figured there might be consequences lmao]

Let Him Eat Cake

As nice as it's been spending time with Genesis again, the two of them can't spend all their time around each other. Sephiroth isn't even the only silver-haired man who's attracted a fair portion of Genesis' attentions here. So, today, Sephiroth is out on his own...and when he'd heard of getting a free stamp in exchange for a drink, it had seemed like a fair enough trade. There are things both Sephiroth and Genesis are looking to get - their weapons, upgrades to the place they're staying, that sort of thing. For that, they need stamps. And while they are earning some the conventional way...well, more can't hurt.

And a slice of cake came complimentary with Sephiroth's sangria. (A drink largely picked at random; Sephiroth doesn't often drink and has little in the way of preferences.) To that end, he's just finished an entire slice of spice cake.

This is a rather potent combination. Whether or not you have the context to realize it, you may well sense it when he turns cat-slit eyes on you - except they're not such slits right now. They're definitely dilated, and the look he gives you burns.

Possibly this is your cue to disengage...or maybe it's your cue to engage very much. Depends on what you're into. The good news is that, should you happen to find a guy who looks like Sephiroth does - and who's pretty significantly huge even seated - a bit intimidating, that aquamarine egg sitting on the bar in front of him might make you feel safer approaching him than usual. The giant, muscular, somehow inhumanly pretty man in black leather doesn't seem so scary when you look at the little nest he's made out of bar napkins for that egg, right?

Feline Solidarity

Perhaps, instead, you find Sephiroth outside, during one of the lighter periods of rain. He doesn't seem particularly bothered by it; in fact, he's barely noticing it. Instead he's crouched down, holding out a gloved hand for inspection to a cat who is cautiously, curiously approaching those outstretched fingers for a sniff.

Like Sephiroth himself, the cat seems...slightly off. A closer look at its eyes will reveal that they have whites to them - in fact, they're unsettlingly human-like eyes. Possibly this human-eyed cat and this cat-eyed human(?) were destined to find each other.

(While it's now carefully tucked away in his coat, Sephiroth still has that egg with him. Though people may not need much reassurance to approach him when he's doing something as mundane as trying to get a cat to let him pet it.)

Wildcard

Sephiroth is just kind of vibing right now, exploring the city and potentially running into new people. (He's also eaten a chocolate sardine at one point, if you'd care to work that into either his previous prompts or one of your own.) Feel free to bring your own idea for an encounter!

April Showers

Oh no. Oh crap.

Of course, just as Caspar gets here, before he's even really had time for the whole being dead thing to sink in (not that that's super shocking, but... well, after the war, he'd hoped survival was a little more likely?), the sky starts doing... that.

Okay. Okay! Listen! He fought a war, he is apparently now dead, there's no reason for a stupid storm to-- oh Goddess there's the lightning

So, uh. For now, he has not left the main hub. Instead, he's pacing back and forth, all his armor piled up in a relatively dry spot, with his arms tight around himself. He's doing his best not to flinch with every flash of lightning and crack of thunder, but he's having, uh... limited success with that?

...It is, for some reason, going a little bit better since he picked up one of the aquamarine eggs littering the hub on a whim, which he's now carrying around, wrapped gently in his coat.

Cats and Dogs

"Aaww, man, look at you! Look at your weird paws!!"

Alright so with the actual storm part having passed, Caspar is doing a lot better with this weather. Especially as it's started spawning cats. This one has something odd going on with its legs and paws, but Caspar isn't too bothered by that; he's squatted down next to it, scritching its cheeks while the strange little rain-cat purrs.

Seeing Pink

If Caspar were asked, what he's doing is definitely training, and definitely not that exercise is his go-to solution to burn off nervous energy as he keeps trying to adapt to this place.

Whatever it is, however, he's not thrilled when he has to stop to sneeze, of all things. He shakes his head, snorting, before he straightens back up. "--Man, this pollen is killing me! Is it gonna be like this all spring around here?"

Wildcard

(( throw something else my way!! ))

Cake & Circuses

When one looks at Kuja, his having a drink that is literally flaming makes perfect sense.

He's chosen a red firecracker for the night, and for the stamps; he's already redeemed all the ones he's earned from his night with Genesis, but he's far from satisfied with the rather basic state of his quarters, so an opportunity to earn one by doing very little isn't one he's going to pass up. If he's considered the possibility that the drink might be laced with something, as so much was during the masquerade...well, he hasn't let it stop him.

He's also eating a complimentary piece of cake - decadent chocolate, equally unsurprising for a hedonist like himself. It seems to have left him in a good humor; at least, there's a rather wicked smirk on his lips, and a dangerous glint in his eye. It seems to have heightened his sharper edges; one feels as though they could easily cut themselves on him, if they cared to. Or, perhaps, that makes the idea of turning the tables and carving into him more appealing...he certainly doesn't look to be a stranger to rough play, after all. His pale neck is still carrying livid bruises of someone's teeth.

He's leaning against the bar, head resting against elegantly curved fingers, when he catches your eye. His smirk widens fractionally, and he crooks a manicured finger in a 'come hither' motion. And even without a word spoken, it's certainly an interesting invitation...

Tastes Fishy

In contrast to the good mood Kuja was in at the bar, he's positively fuming as he floats (not walks, floats) around the city. It's almost too bad that he's clearly using some form of magic to block the rain from touching him, so that it appears as though there's a semi-circular, invisible shield roughly a foot above his head; it seems as though washing away his cares could do him some good here.

The problem, of course, was that he'd happened to run across some of the simulation's fish - and seen the startling, admittedly fascinating transformation they underwent from creature to candy when they wound up on dry land. He doesn't know what compelled him to try one, but surely there must have been some compulsion at work. What appeal, exactly, do mystery transforming candy fish have to put in one's mouth? Clearly in any right state of mind, he would never have considered it.

Or maybe his curiosity just got the better of him and he's making excuses in hindsight. Good luck getting him to admit that, though.

Actually, good luck getting him to admit anything! Because Kuja has tried one of the hard candy fish, and as a result his mouth has been essentially glued shut. Please, ladies and gentlemen, come bear witness to a miracle! Have fun getting to say whatever you want to him without his being able to object! Maybe even do whatever you want to him...although then, considering he's physically fine otherwise and clearly capable of magic still, he's pretty capable of objecting there if he cares to. Though you might be able to persuade him that it's not objectionable at all, of course...

Or, perhaps, you simply wish to make conversation with him - perhaps to ask him about the floating, or the rain shield he's made for himself. Not that he can really answer, under the circumstances...though charades is always fun, right? You could even ask him about that red garnet egg that he is...levitating along with him? Carefully kept beneath that rain shield. It's a subtle level of solicitousness, but a little cute if you happen to pick up on it.

Or maybe you're just kind of deeply alarmed that he's levitating an egg. What if it falls???

Wildcard

Kuja - with or without his voice - can be encountered all around the city this week. Feel free to float ~~rimshot~~ any ideas you might like about how your character encounters him! Unplanned tag-ins are fine, and you can always nudge me on Discord for more in-depth planning if you'd prefer~

I. April Showers

[Other new arrivals may take note of the large dog man that awakens in their midsts, over 9' tall and thickly muscled. Pale golden-cream fur that covering him... but only just. His coat is not thick and plush like one might expect. It is, instead, shorn close in an uneven cut. Some patches thin and close enough to reveal pink skin, some seven seeming to be bald patches. The uneven cut is clearly largely due to the thick bands and patches of scar tissue that cover him head to toe. The fur around his head is still longish, a shaggy fluffy sort of sloppy cut that falls similarly to what one might suspect a hair cut to look like.

It's the coat that really screams dog more than wolf, the color closer to blonde than any wolf and the poof of hair and the attempt to maintain the flag of his tail more reminiscent of a poodle than anything so majestic as a wolf. He's as lost and uncertain as anyone else awaking in the Peacekeeper's care but he doesn't sit still long enough to hear a damn thing the AI has to say. As soon as he realizes there are others around, that they can see him when no one should, not like this.... he bolts for the doors like the frightened animal he is, throwing himself out into the storm.

Anyone that tries to follow will find they turn a corner and the beast is gone. Instead there is simply a cold, wet young man leaning against a wall. He'd be quite handsome, angular nordic features and piercing grey-green eyes, but for the thick lines of scars that cross his scowling face. Dirty blond hair shoved back under a ballcap and then again under a hoodie, dark clothes growing darker by the moment under the fall of rain.]

II. One Fish, Two Fish

[Reed is more comfortable around the water than he is anywhere else, really. The continuous downpour, the rising water levels, it all just made him and his dtf feel right at home. Fishing is what he's best at anyway so this is just fun. Even if it is a lot colder with so much less fur and stranger being in waters that do not welcome him home like a mother.

It's bringing the fish ashore to eat them that becomes a problem. A big, juicy trout in his jaws that promptly turns into... candy is awful. So he tries again. And again. And agai-

It's when one turns into chocolate of all things that he snarls and ends up thrashing around, digging furiously at the bank as if taking his rage out on the candy will somehow improve anything.

Spoilers: it doesn't.]

I. Cats and Dogs

[Even a Garou dedicated to the Mississippi gets waterlogged at some point. Which is when someone might actually catch a glimpse of the scarred blond man back in the more urban areas, squinting into darkened windows and trying to find a building to sneak into that is absolutely, for sure, unoccupied. When he finally finds something that smells safe he pauses, too sharp claws for a normal man carving a glyph into the door frame before slipping inside.]

➤lobby;
Koujaku sat at the [bar? table??] with a hot buttered rum in front of him, sipping it idly while he stared around the lobby at everyone else mingling about. He was hardly a Rhyme expert ⁠— but clearly whoever had set this one up had had a hell of a time making it seem realistic. They also weren't fighting, which was kind of weird? He guessed? but he didn't really think too hard about it. It was all stupid and he just hoped he would get out of it before anything even more stupid happened.

"Is it cold in here?" he asked someone to his right, visible brow quirked upward. "I'm fucking freezing suddenly."

➤dtf shenanigans;
"Hm." Koujaku stood, hand to his chin, staring at the small bird his DTF had transformed into. "Beni'd probably lose his shit if he saw you. But since he's not here... I guess it's not so bad." Which, for the record, didn't make sense if this was supposed to be a Rhyme thing. but after talking to a few people ⁠— he had come to realize his assumption about that might have been wrong. Koujaku didn't want to think too hard about that either, so instead making friends with the not-Beni was clearly a superior alternative.

➤seeing pink;
"They're pretty." Koujaku mused. "Kinda reminds me of home, y'know? Haven't seen cherry blossoms in a long time." someone had called these 'love blossoms' but like...same thing, right? They sure looked similar.

He opened his mouth to say something else, then suddenly sneezed; shuddered, face pressed into his elbow. "Damn. They're making my nose itch like fucking crazy though."

➤wildcard;
u know

🌸 flowers

[ Darling has been roaming around himself lately, after having been almost entirely MIA since first arriving here - staying in and not talking to people is just what he does, after all. Unless you're an unfathomable entity of tremendous cosmic influence. Or if you come knocking on his door. ]

[ After a solid month of trying and failing to score a smooch from the Peacekeeper, however, he's finally resigned himself to changing his approach. Everything here operates on these stamp cards, right? So maybe if he collects enough, he can...well. He's not figured out yet how collecting stamps is going to help his plan. But it will, probably. He'll figure it out when he gets to it. ]

[ Annnd collecting stamps means meeting new people and, you know, figuring out who he's going to be a good match with. Which is totally something that someone who has lived a shut-in's life dreaming of sucking eldritch face knows how to assess and bring up. Never mind doing the actual act. He'll figure that one out too. It's fine! It's fine. The cute little pink squid air-swimming around with him will definitely catch someone's attention, right? Hopefully? Better put some of those cute little flowers in his cute little hair too, just to be sure. How can anyone resist a dude with pink hair and mood-altering flowers? How can he resist those flowers when they're on top of his head? ]

[ Want to hold hands? Smooch? Screw, however that works? He was already going a little crazy trying to solve the initial problem, and now he's got a booster shot of optimism about this plan too. You're going to cuddle, right? You can't not cuddle. Putting these flowers in his hair was objectively an excellent idea. ]

🌸 fish

[ Time for phase two of this plan that is at this point not a plan at all. Flowers have him feeling good, and there's free candy around too. Might as well eat that. Not just one thing, either, he's going to take all of it. A lot of it, too. It tastes great, and he already feels great with these flowers in his hair. And he doesn't exactly have stamps to trade for food normally anyway, so he's got a healthy appetite here. ]

[ You'll probably find him sitting at the waterside, trying to grab fish with his bare hands and munching contentedly on whatever he's actually managed to catch or otherwise collect. If you know what these things do, then there's no doubt at all that Dearest here has successfully made himself the perfect combination of steamy, sweet, silent, and presumably stretchy. ]

[ And, you know, horny and happy. He had something he was trying to do, too, but at this point he's honestly more concerned with having fun than actually accomplishing anything specific. ]

Edited 2022-04-24 02:17 (UTC)

💤 cats and rain

[ Ah, yes, thunderstorms. The most divisive of weather conditions. Linhardt, personally, is mostly a fan. It's only the closest flashes and loudest booms that can really disturb him, occasionally throwing him back into that wartime adrenaline when anything that sparked and crashed and put his hair on end could have meant an attack cutting it too close. It's a blessing, then, that this time he can comfortably enjoy the pure aesthetics of the storm in safe shelter. The lightning is at least a little bit less dangerous than the magical variety, and the rain is cool and soothing. Once he finds the perfect spot to laze and listen while the occasional draft of petrichor blows over him, there's really only one logical thing to do, isn't there? Especially when there's already so much, too much really, on his mind. ]

[ A nap is the perfect salve here, obviously. It always is anyway. So Lin is snoozing away in no time at the main hub, next to a cracked window. ]

[ ...Well, it was cracked. With Linhardt off to slumber, some of those strange felines have taken notice of this convenient escape from the rain and likewise taken it upon themselves to use it, pulling that window open enough to squeeze their wet, misshapen bodies inside. Quite a few have wandered off, but plenty have decided that this man sleeping so deeply by the window has the right idea. ]

[ Give it thirty minutes, tops, and he'll be dreaming away with a small colony of bizarre cats piled on top of him. An hour or two until one of them finally manages to wake him up again, provided the nightmares don't get to it first. ]

💤 fish and more cats

[ Contrary to popular assumption, sleeping is not in fact the only thing Linhardt does. One of those other things in question is, actually, fishing. He doesn't usually fish in the rain, of course, but when he hears the water is literally overflowing with them he can't not give it a try. Getting what he needs to pick up some tackle isn't too much trouble - nothing some group napping and sleepy snuggling can't fix - and then he's ready to cast. ]

[ He's not going to eat any of the fish he catches, of course; he's not particularly one for sweets and especially not for the sort that appears under such strange and admittedly suspicious circumstances. That's not to say he isn't curious, though, and the system has graciously given him what Linhardt thinks to be the perfect guinea pig: his DTF, a gray owl rather like the ones he admired back in his Academy days, can probably eat some, right? Does a DTF need to eat? Do DTFs have the same dietary habits as their animal counterparts? Only one way to find out. ]

💤 wildcard

Linhardt will be spending most of his time reading and sleeping with a spot of occasional fishing, but he will also be making a few rounds to learn - about the simulation, the people here with him, the state of things elsewhere - as well as to work on collecting some stamps, once he figures those out. You're welcome to catch him anywhere and anytime, plot with me on the discord, or tag in with a fresh prompt of your own! Have fun!

The Infirmary/the Hub

Rowan wakes with a start, taking a deep breath in of the lavender scented air around them. But anyone looking for signs of injury on them will have a hard time; all of them have healed by themselves, leaving just one fresh pink scar across their back. Hearing that the world has ended isn't as much of a downer as you'd think either; the garou have been saying so for a while, but it is a shame that they have to be part of the generation to live through it.

They ease themself out of bed and head towards the Hub, a little cautiously, but not too much so. They've not been injured like that before – well, they've never died before – and it feels like they should hurt more than they do. However, there's something more important that they need to do right now.

“Hey, sorry to bother you, but I'm looking for my mates. Massively tall lady with short white hair, or a lady about my height with curly hair, stands a bit weird, or – well Ami's pretty tall too, she's got long hair and feels angry all the time. You seen any of them?” They approach anyone not actively engaged in conversation, tone a touch concerned, but mostly open and friendly, like their face, even through their thick London accent.

April Showers

Caught out by the rain, there's not much Rowan can do except for run for cover. However, by the time they've reached the scant shelter provided by a small overhang, they're already soaked through. Their clothes are plastered to their slim frame, and their dark hair slick against their face, sticking to their cheek where they brushed it out of their grey eyes.

Shame this spot is already taken. “Mind if I join you?” They ask, wrapping their arms around their waist and trying not to shiver too much. A flash of lightning startles them for a moment and they glance other their shoulder, before looking back with a pleading look in their eyes.

Raining Cats & Dogs

Crouched in front of a patio that's barely holding it together, Rowan's leaning forward with a little bit of food in their hand. “Hey, pssp pssp pssp. Here kitty!” They try, hopefully, gesturing again, and shifting a little as they lean forward to try and get a better view of the kitten that's hidden itself under the decaying boards. Not that they're that surprised; the werewolf's rage scares off most animals, but they can't help but try, especially for a poor little kitten with a missing eye.

“Come on, I ain't gonna hurt you. Let me have a look and I'll get you some nice milk.” They offer, waiting for a moment, and then sitting back with a sigh. They wait just a moment, hand still outstretched, before glancing back over their shoulder, having a look to see if anyone else is around.

“Hey, could I borrow you for a second?”

APRIL SHOWERS

[ Of course Shinjiro's dead. And, of course, this had to be his hell. ]

[ He's not going to be playing along, however. Probably the whole point. Telling him he had to whore himself out in order to get any decent bit of shelter or clothes or - no. Fuck that. Fuck that right back of to hell. ]

[ At least he's used to being homeless, so this was ... low level torture. ]

[ That didn't mean he enjoyed being out in the rain, in the cold, wool peacoat soaked through by now, miserable and shivering slightly while leaning against the wall. It's exhausting, being this frozen and miserable. He'd been running from any signs of people since he'd arrived - he knew what they'd want to do with him - but enough time in the rain, his guard would be down, eyes closing. ]

ONE FISH, TWO FISH -

[ Shinjiro didn't want to turn down free food, but he's in the fucking Matrix right now. A literal Fucking Matrix, too. What if he ate something and ... it changed him? Summoned a tentacle monster? Fuck if he knew, but he'd seen stupid hentai comics. ]

[ But the taiyaki was a pleasant surprise. He'd been cold for much longer than the rain. One of the side effects of the Suppressants meant he was nearly always cold, making him want as many layers as possible. But eating that familiar treat made him suddenly feel warm to the bone. ]

[ Sheltered under the stoop of a building in the rain, Shinjiro had a rare, soft expression on his face as he finally enjoyed being warm. Glancing at the passer-by - he even felt like sharing with them - ]

These aint half bad.

RAINING CATS AND DOGS

[ So. Many. Puppies. ]

[ Of course, Shinjiro's DTF was a small white dog, very fluffy, who he was trying not to think of as Koro-chan. But out of these puddles came dogs in ... all shapes and sizes. ]

[ Literally. Some of them had different limbs than usual, too. Not that Shinjiro cared. All dogs were good dogs. ]

[ Did anyone want to join him, crouching on the ground, petting all of his brand new friends? He was showing a rare, open smile as they licked his face all over. ]

WILDCARD

(( Shinjiro will be trying to avoid people, but I'm happy for anyone to come and say hi to him! While he's trying to avoid people he will be exploring everywhere, feel free to have your character spot him skulking around a corner. Or, if your character is aprho'ed and in need of a kind protector, he's your guy. ))

(( If you want to run into an aprho'ed Shinjiro, HMU over discord first! Opt out page is here with content warnings about canon. EDIT: and spoilers about his canon orz. Ping me on disco if you've got questions - I'm the panther on the amani channel. Otherwise, have fun! ))

Edited (edit to warn about a decade old spoiler? idek man) 2022-04-25 16:56 (UTC)

ARRIVAL.

_{[ He's dead? No way he's buying that! He's unstoppable— he would never do a stupid thing like get himself killed or like, die. Not at his young age! Because of his denial, Itto is perfectly chipper throughout this whole ordeal; it probably also helped he didn't pay attention to hardly any information that was given to him throughout any interactions he had with anyone who might have known anything. He has arrived in his clothes that he always wears, though he could be better dressed. The fact his Vision was missing again was something that seemed to upset him more than anything else. Will he ever learn his lesson to keep a better hold on that?

You'll see him in the lobby piling up a plate of food to which he will a. help you with your plate or b. you will come across him hoarding eggs. Enthusiastically, he turns to someone: ]}

Maybe big beetles will hatch from these eggs! Kehee.. what'cha think?

_{[ big beetle... why... ]}

APRIL SHOWERS / FISH.

_{[ It's raining and the storm does remind him a good bit of Inazuma so he knows how to handle this climate quite a bit. If someone is trying to scoop up water with a bucket, Itto will assist right away. Although he loved to not do work and cause trouble instead, he couldn't deny his destiny to become accepted by the human race like his ancestors had intended for him to do. That's why he's so eager to mesh in and be all around nice to people.

Later, hes eaten some taiyaki and feels really warm. Urk. If he comes across someone who looks damp and cold, he'll also assist: ]}

Bring it innnn, man! You expect me to ignore ya when you're lookin' all chilly like that? C'mon, I've got ya!

_{[ oh good lord.. embrace incoming in 3.. 2... 1...]}

SEEING PINK.

_{[ yes hello there is one dumbass oni hybrid who is sitting in a field somewhere smelling the pink flowers directly into his nose...... ]}

Mmmmmm, aaaah. Reminds me of home!

_{[ SNIFFF... ]}

i. Uploading/Lobby

[Adrian is less than happy about the news, news that he does not take well or even gracefully in private, nearly breaking down in the process. Dead? How is that possible when others should be there if he really was dead. He knows of two people at least that would be there, more even, if that were the truth, especially with the things he'd recently learned. Maybe the twins had somehow finally found a way to get rid of him...

So, instead of accepting it for now, he takes to the lobby to get some refreshments. Including a sangria and spice cake. May as well eat, see what information he can gather, if he can.

But the chance of distraction doesn't wipe off the nervous expression on his face. Despite his profession, Adrian isn't too keen on going out and socializing, unfortunately his DTF has other ideas as the lioness nudges him out of the little spot he's sat himself at.]

Eliena... I don't wish to go be social. Must you do this?

Of course, how else will peaceful interactions happen? Go, be peaceful!

Very well! But I'd rather see if it's not some trick from Gemini first. Though I suppose sitting here doing nothing accomplishes little...

ii. One fish, two fish

[The rain and gloomy weather has just been strange, in Adrian's opinion, but this? Fish becoming candied? That takes the cake on weirdness, even if that cake and drink was... weird itself. Though it doesn't stop him from collecting some candy fish, or even having a taste of the taiyaki and chocolate sardines, and finds they're not too bad either.

Just. Weird. But he's used to weird in a sense, having performed all sorts of sexual acts with people back home.

Should he see someone alone or nearby, Adrian will offer a kind smile and offer his bucket with the two flavours of candied fish with a smile.]

Here, try some. I don't think I can carry any more, so please, take some. If you're worried about their taste, they taste like candy.

iii. Seeing Pink

[As if getting petals stuck all over him like he were a magnet for all things pastel, Adrian finds the pollen from these flowers even worse, causing him to sneeze. Which unfortunately, has his long and strong tail lash to one side as he does so, and unfortunately feels it hit something. Or someone, which he feels bad about, ignoring that weird warm feeling creeping through his body similar to experiencing good sex.]

GOODNESS! Forgive me, I've not hurt you have I? These petals and pollen are dreadful, and making me sneeze!

[Perhaps that strange feeling is due to the candied fish he's been nibbling on, or more cake, but he's in a strangely good and just a bit more confident mood.]

Wildcard

[(OOC: What it says on the tin! If you want something specific, hit me up on discord @ TsundereShadow#6350 or in the server under Ren | Oikawa + Blue + Adrian, or on plurk @

TsundereShadow. Information about Adrian is in his journal here!)]

1. Storm
[ Julieta is soaking wet. She stands outside, looking around. There doesn't seem to be anywhere the rain isn't coming down. She squints up at the sky for as long as she can before she attempts to dry her eyes on a wet sleeve. It's while she's unable to see anything that she's startled by a particularly close sounding crack of thunder that sends her ducking for cover without any particular direction or care for what or who happens to be around her. ]

2. Pink
[ The flowers seem nice until she starts sneezing. There must be somewhere without such an abundance of them. Everywhere she turns she's running into the things. The pollen is all over her clothes even when she does manage to find some part of the hub they haven't grown all over yet. She sits down to rest. Now all she's left with is a mild headache until she brushes the pollen off her jacket causing yet another sneeze and yet somehow she's really starting to not mind so much. ]

3. Wildcard
[ Hit me up with something else. Julieta is also likely to be sampling food and drinks! ]

A) April Showers
In spite of the dourness of such rainfall, Glenn can, miraculously, be found roaming around with his pegasus Moralta, the latter absently keeping a wing tucked over the young man's head. He snuffles a little but otherwise seems to be enjoying the weather.

It's hard to hear anyone approaching like this, but... oh well.

B) Seeing Pink
Much like with the rain, Glenn unfortunately seems to have gotten caught up in a torrent of the love blossoms, many of which having tangled in his long hair. In spite of his decent mood, he can't seem to stop sneezing every so often.

It doesn't seem to matter where he goes - they're there and it's making things uncomfortable. Ugh....

C) Wildcard
[ooc: I'll match whatever format you prefer. Feel free to fling something at me from another prompt or contact me via PM,

thekt, or discord@ sivheidrun#7212 !]

April Showers

[Foul weather was just another part of life when one was out in the wilderness on the regular. Sure, the rain was annoying but with the warming spring temperatures it wasn't quite dangerous. Even so Rei did his best to keep his ponytail stuffed up under his cap so his hair wasn't as sodden and sticking to his face, getting in his eyes, as he marched out into the storm. There was plenty to do, after all. Too much to sit around here feeling sorry for himself just because he was somewhere new again.

At least this time he remembered where he'd been before and... well. If he's perfectly honest it's pretty reassuring to not have anyone shoving him into a role he didn't ask for or immediately expecting the impossible from him. He's had enough of that, thanks. More than enough.

Besides if no one expects anything then he's not letting anyone down when he's merely human, right?]

Right.

[Muttered softly to himself as he starts working his way through the city, an eye on the distant treeline and eager to get out of all of this strangely carved stone and and metal.]

One Fish Two Fish

[Fishing would be an awful lot easier if he had some pokeballs. Or a rod. Or nearly any one of his pokemon.]

This is the worst idea.

[Muttered to himself as he stands in the knee deep water of the shallows, grey eyes focused as he watches for something to swim near enough for him to make a grab for. Not that he's expecting much from it. The few small fish he's managed so far had turned into some sort of bun and a rich dark candy. But if nothing else he wasn't nearly as chilly as he's been since his arrival anymore.]

Seeing Pink

Oh wow.

[He barely breathes the words as he fumbles into a grove of love blossoms, smiling for possibly the first time since he's arrived. The blooms remind him an awful lot of cherrim and the memory only makes that smile brighten.]

I've never seen anything like this.

[He reaches out to carefully touch one bloom, yanking his hand back as though he expected the flower to bite him or worse.]

[If it's not the rain, the candied fish, or the petals from the love blossoms, then it's the person Tooru has found himself walking towards with a scowl. Of all the people to show up from home after Iwaizumi, it just had to be none other than Wakatoshi Ushijima.

Great. Just GREAT! The man following him even in death. He just cannot catch a break, can he? But he huffs, stuffing all urges to snarl and be awful down. If only for the fact that Ushijima happens to be a friend of Iwaizumi's, a fact he's still a little bitter about, but accepted.]

You still have to follow me no matter what, don't you?

[Tooru crosses his arms and pinches his nose with irritation, deciding that not even Ushijima deserves to be caught off guard by the laced food. Even if he's nibbled some of the spice cake earlier in the day since it did taste good. To hell with it after he knows what's in things now.]

By the way, the food is laced. Some of it with aphrodisiacs with how some of it's affecting other people. Figured you might want to know so you're not caught off guard like I was when I showed up some time ago.

i. arrival

[Well, this is certainly a step up from prison! Especially when sex is being so encouraged here. Maybe he won't even need to find other ways to sustain himself! Rin picks up a plate of spice cake, but it's not for himself.

Instead he offers it to others with an innocent smile.] Oh, hello! Want some? This place is so strange, but... maybe it won't be so bad if we can get along?

ii. raining cats and dogs

[This time it's not an animal showing up on your porch, looking wet, sad, and pitiful, but a young man. He's nearly in tears, his voice wavering.]

Oh, please let me in! I have nowhere to go, and I'm so cold! [He sniffles, shivering dramatically. In his arms is an equally pathetic-looking and soaked blue rabbit. Won't you let them in?]

iii. wildcard

[bring your own prompt option.

full disclosure bc literally no info exists for him online, rin is basically in some state of heat/rut at all times and is constantly angling for sex. boy's like the energizer bunny, he never stops going. he does have a preference for men and for being fucked but he will very enthusiastically do literally anything with anyone]

the infirmary

[ dying has become old hat to david. when you're taken by a weird spider god and forced to participate in trials against various killers where the only outcomes are death and survival, you learn to deal with death pretty quickly. that still doesn't make things any easier when you do die. david had a pretty violent death, and so he wakes up on the bed with a start. he doesn't even bother checking himself before he gets up and starts looking around.

he looks incredibly confused ]

Bloody hell, is this some sorta new trial?

welcome

[ david isn't going to think twice about the cake being offered to him. he's grabbing a piece of spice cake and shoving a huge bite into his mouth. he's groaning as he chews and eats it. ]

Blimey, it's been so long since I've eaten anything. Forgot how good cake could be.

april showers

[ most normal people would probably take shelter with all the rain, however david looks at the the rain coming down and just closes his eyes and feels it hit him.

he's smiling as it pours down. ]

wildcard

[ all prompts are ota!

if you wanna throw something else at me, please feel free! and hit me up on disco at superboy#7836 if you wanna plot something in particular ]

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