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Entry tags:
- dear evan hansen: connor murphy,
- final fantasy xv: ignis scientia,
- hollow knight: the knight,
- hyper light drifter: the drifter,
- marble hornets: tim wright,
- mass effect: commander shepard,
- mushi-shi: ginko,
- original: chip abaroa,
- the adventure zone: kravitz,
- undertale: asgore dreemurr,
- undertale: chara dreemurr,
- voltron: keith kogane,
- voltron: takashi shirogane,
- ✖ bloodborne: the hunter,
- ✖ captive prince: laurent,
- ✖ critical role: vax'ildan,
- ✖ ffxv: gladiolus amicitia,
- ✖ ffxv: prompto argentum,
- ✖ fragile dreams: crow,
- ✖ fullmetal alchemist: edward elric,
- ✖ marble hornets: brian thomas,
- ✖ my hero academia: shouto todoroki,
- ✖ no.6: shion,
- ✖ nougami neuro: zenjirou kasai,
- ✖ original: nari reno,
- ✖ original: the liberator,
- ✖ owlboy: otus,
- ✖ persona 5: akira kurusu,
- ✖ persona 5: futaba sakura,
- ✖ persona 5: goro akechi,
- ✖ the adventure zone: barry bluejeans,
- ✖ the adventure zone: merle highchurch,
- ✖ the adventure zone: taako,
- ✖ undertale: muffet,
- ✖ voltron: lance
May Intro: We're Going Down, Down
INTRO LOG: MAY
Who: Everyone!
What: New souls arrive to the archipelago of LifeAftr
When: May 4th and onward
Where: Ensō...and above
Warnings: Mark as needed!
What: New souls arrive to the archipelago of LifeAftr
When: May 4th and onward
Where: Ensō...and above
Warnings: Mark as needed!
Floating Islet: And Sugar, We're Going Down Swinging
While new arrivals may generally be expected at this time of the month, one factor that has continuously failed to maintain consistency is their point of arrival. And indeed, it appears that this month has once again exceeded even the Storyteller's expectations as to where arrivals may take their first steps on this world.
In fact, that sensation would be the island itself, starting to sink out of the sky.
So that's nice.
On a crash course for the ground at F6, the Storyteller will eventually slow the island's progress to the ground below, though a rather profound impact is, simply put, inevitable. Characters with the ability of flight will find the island skimming low enough to reach on their own. Others may wish to utilize their resourcefulness to find an alternate means down.
Or, perhaps, you'll simply deal with whatever awaits you at the crash site.
F6 and Beyond: In An Earlier Round
Thankfully, the Storyteller's intervention will ensure that no one still on the not-so-floating island upon impact will escape with minor injuries at worst, the island itself crumbling to pieces and taking down more than a few thick trees. The pieces of the island will very quickly begin to blacken, crumbling underfoot as the floating island turns to dust. Anyone still aboard may wish to make a very quick departure.
The ripples of this impact, however, are far more significant than two pieces of land bumping up against one another.
[ ♆ ] Some may find their weapons are... behaving oddly, though all are still functional. Weapons, in this instance, may also include fisticuffs, if the intent is to use your fists as a weapon.Though many of these may be hindering or even dangerous in the right situations, they are, for the most part, passive. The Storyteller will assure anyone who asks that these oddities will disappear in the next few days.
[ ♆ ] Equally as irritating are those who find themselves coming down with a severe case of NPCitus: periods of time in which they find themselves incapable of saying more than one or two lines of the same, repetitive dialogue.
[ ♆ ] Equal parts nostalgic and irritating for some are the instances of lag (walking forwards, only to find oneself back where they started), Swimmer's Ear (incapable of movement unless swimming through the air), and clipping (suddenly stuck halfway through the nearest rock are all common, regrettable side-effects).
[ ♆ ] Other unfortunate side-effects may also transpire, as varied and wild as one's imagination.
You are free to create or utilize glitches you are particularly fond of, though keep in mind that any potential content warnings should be mentioned in your toplevel! You may peruse some of the past glitches here, or create your own along those lines! And a special thanks to our local Donn-mun, Jake (
venesection), for the first glitch on the list!All new arrivals will awake with knapsacks, their names stitched to the front. The contents of said knapsacks can all be found in your acceptance notices!
As a final note to those who participated in the Test Drive Meme, bear in mind that those threads, if all parties involved would like, can be game canon in the form of dream-like memories involving a place very much like this one, though the layout is considerably different.
Feeling a tad adrift? Make sure to check the Locations Page, which has details regarding the starting areas and a handy map for those who feel better with a bird's eye view!
( CODED BY BOOTYCALL )
lance | ota!
[Somehow, having a giant rabbit in his dream talking to him about stories and islands and all sorts of unbelievable nonsense hasn’t prepared him for actually…waking up on an island? Because, you know. It was a dream. It felt like a dream?
Maybe he’s just losing it. Maybe they really did get blown up and he’s dead now. Maybe this is the afterlife. It doesn’t seem much like Heaven (maybe it’s Space Heaven and it’s just as weird as space everything-else?) but it’s.
It’s weird. And he’s also alone, his communicator isn’t working, and maybe he’s about to freak out.
And that’s before everything starts…dropping. He has a great view of the ground coming up far, far too quickly from the perch he’s managed to clamber up to.]
Great! Great. This is exactly how I want to die.
b; splish splash
[Somehow, he doesn’t die. Which, okay, alright, he’s not upset about that. He’s still about to freak out, but he’s at least pretty sure he’s not going to die immediately.
Also, he’s swimming. In the air, because he can’t actually touch the ground. He can at least cover a lot of ground like this - he’s always been a good swimmer, and the boosts from his jetpack mean he’s much faster than he’d be if he was actually walking. The downside is, of course, that unlike if he were underwater...there are trees. Tons and tons of trees. Some of them have branches that are lower than others.
Which is unfortunate, because it’s surprisingly easy to clothesline yourself when you’re trying to rush through a place as quickly as possible.]
O-ow...
[Just. Just give him a moment to get air back in his lungs.]
c; wildcard!
[Want something else? Ya boi Lance will be floating around and getting into all sorts of stupid bullshit, probably.]
B
He ends up ass over tea kettle and hitting the opposite tree with a pained hiss. Upside down, he glares about him, eyes settling on Lance.]
Can you actually get down from there or are you stuck?
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A!
[Not quite as high up as Lance (he's not a climber; there's no PhD for scaling rocks) Barry just- paces, backpack and contents strewn about the ground around him in an unfortunately useless pile. No wand? No rope? No good. He's a tad boned on ideas on getting off this thing alive- but with kids up here? He's not ready to give up just yet.]
How about you stow that away for later yeah? When we're not on a rock set upon a collision course to deaths we can call home about.
You got a backpack?
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b; shows up late with starbucks
although, maybe he should be careful for what he wished for.
an audible crack and a pitiful groan announces lance's arrival. all shiro is able to see from his position is a familiar flash of blue and he's already rushing forward to greet him. )
Lance—! Are you alright?
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8(!!!
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goro akechi | persona 5
a: if you stay around any longer, i'm going to have to start repeating myself.
[ Akechi is very decidedly unhappy about this. For some reason, he can only say two things-- ]
I hope you didn't have too rough of a landing.
[ and-- ]
Usually, I'm not this repetitive. I really am sorry.
[ And boy, does he look annoyed when he says the second one. ]
b: clip clop on the rock but the party don't stop.
[ You know, despite the awful landing and the repetitive things he's saying sometimes, it's not the worst thing that can happen. He could be falling apart, quite literally. He could--
Get stuck in a rock. Akechi groans and hangs his head, and he tries to get out of the rock. Unfortunately, he's stuck in a hard place. Whoever walks by, Akechi raises his hand-- ]
... Could you help me?
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[He recognizes you, even if he can't see how being stuck in a rock is that bad. Togata-senpai was able to handle it with his whole body clipping into something.
What happened to you?
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b
Hmm. Yeah, that's a pickle of a rock you're wearing. Do I get some kind of riches for getting you out? Are you a secret prince? An evil secret prince?
[Listen, he just wants full information before he goes rushing in here. Last time he freed someone from a metaphorical or literal cage, they essentially leveled a town.]
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b.
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[ Without saying anything, Akira leans down and pokes first Akechi's trapped leg, and the the rock itself, looking for some explanation for how he's managed to pretty much fuse himself with an animate object. ]
I would if I could figure out how you got in here in the first place.
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The Hunter | Bloodborne | OTA
[The sounds of battle fade, the screams of the wizened child growing quieter and quieter until there was...
Nothing.
And nothing. Then he's awake.
And something. Then he's dreaming.
The air in this place is clear and fresh, no longer the rotten stink of fish guts, gore and rot - bar the stench clinging to his body and clothing, the Hunter supposes but he's used to it. A beautiful blue sky. No Orphan. No corpses. No nothing.
Nothing but the grass under his hands.
For a moment the Hunter is still and takes the place in. Breathes. He's dreaming. Another dream within the wakefulness, no moon to tell him which was which. A bag with The Hunter stitched onto it and that meant it was his so he pulled it closer. He remembered the other dream with the white rabbit who called themselves the Storyteller, a god.
Different god or a different kind of god?
But he's up the second the island starts to fall. The Hunter can run for a fairly long time so he runs to try and find the center of the island. This place will crash down and the center may be the best place to endure the impact.
And if not, that's just another death. It's fine.]
2 - Gotta love them hitbox issues
[It's inevitable that the Hunter would find some creatures that wanted to kill him. Different place, same problems. If anyone wanted to find the Hunter, it's easy. All they have to do is follow the sound of battle and gunfire.
The Saw Cleaver is an effective, if brutal weapon and tearing these creatures apart isn't hard, per say. The problem is that there's a lot of the Centipuppies and he's never been good at group fights. Not to mention there's something...wrong here.
The Hunter swings his blade down and a Centipuppy scuttles out of the way to dodge the hit, yet an arc of blood still spurts out from the creature's body as if he was successful in his strike. It's the same if the Hunter is hit as well. It's almost as if everyone in this fight is bigger somehow.
Or it's just the usual shenanigans.]
Wildcard
[Got something else in mind? Hit me up!]
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Their path crosses the Hunter's as he runs to the center, and they wonder what he's in such a rush for, so they just...follow him, because what is fall damage and he seems too busy for greetings right now. Enjoy your strange new shadow, Hunter, that's not unsettling at all. ]
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Gladiolus Amicitia | Final Fantasy XV
[With the Storyteller easing things the collision isn't nearly as bad as it could be. Gladio did a pretty decent job of bracing for the impact, skidding down onto ground level, looking frantically around for Noctis again. There's a creaking, splintering sound and he goes on high alert, looking for his King amid the clouds of dust and then- ]
NOOCT!
[A tree begins to fall, a pretty substantial tree and any normal person's response would be to get the hell out of the way. There's only a few seconds and then a resounding clang as the tree collides, not with the ground but with Gladio's shield, braced against his shoulder, stance wide to take the impact.
He glances down at his King for a moment, jerks his head and grunts with the effort of holding the tree.]
Go on, idiot. [And it's not just Noct, he'll make sure anyone in the vicinity is clear before he finally sidesteps, rolls his shield up higher over his shoulder and lets the tree fall beside him.]
b: How could you miss!?
[There's lots to discuss, things they all need to get on the same page for. But the best way to do that is over a meal so, once the chaos has died down a bit Gladio trudges out into the forest, jacket and vest discarded, t-shirt tucked into his belt, basking in the warmth of sunlight after so many years in darkness. And as soon as he comes across anything that looks edible he'll be taking a swing at it, using the momentum of his great sword in a wide arc, bringing it down right on...
a spot about three feet to the left of his intended target.
He has just enough time to look around, confused, catch sight of the animal he swore was right there not a moment prior, before the poor beast grunts and falls over dead with no visible injuries.]
That... can't be safe to eat. [Can it? He's so unsure right now.]
Timber
After undoubtedly noticing a problem with the floating islands, Prompto had decided to cautiously venture out, only to suddenly find himself midair. He had very little time to react - one moment he was carefully scouting, the next there was nothing under him. Flailing, he searched for anything to grab on to without any time to actually look before he landed on something remotely soft. The only warning was some brief yelping before he hit.
His heart was still pounding from the sudden change even after he came to a stop. He tried to collect himself and figure out where he was, grabbing onto whatever he could to hold himself up.]
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eat the centipuppy, gladio
[ The source of the silky voice reveals itself as a young man, pale and blonde and beautiful in the way one associates with the Nox Fleurets. His clothes fit the bill anyway, a soft grey and gleaming with embroidery. Maybe some third cousin, with Luna’s beauty and Ravus’ blatant lack of intimidation for Lucian Shields.
Now that you stole his kill, he's going to have to look around for another one.]
oh he will. Waste not, want not and all that
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cw: dressing kills
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a: Timber~
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cw: dressing kills
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tim wright | ota | cw: body horror
[What the fuck else is new.]
[He slings his pack over his shoulder and starts hiking to the projected point of impact. The island's speeding up, now, close enough for him to realize what it is: it's one of those things, those floating pieces of rock and disconnected...stuff, shifting near-constantly like play-dough or mind-clay. As it careens closer to the ground, he starts moving quicker. There's no way this would just happen without there being some kind of impetus behind it, meaning that something terrible is liable to happen, and soon.]
[The ground rumbles beneath his feet; the island's collision into the section of Ensō has wider effects than he'd predicted. It slips him off an incline and sends him rolling fast, half-falling and half-stumbling down across the grass until he slams into a tree with enough force to pepper his vision with a confetti of popping stars.]
[The sky swims overhead.]
[He doesn't know how long he lies there.]
[He doesn't know how long it takes for him to realize that the lethargy in his bones isn't really fatigue at all, or even the result of potential head trauma.]
[It's the decay that's begun to bubble up his insides, squeezing a swell of black blood out from between parted lips. His vision fuzzes when he blinks, looks down - and notes dazedly that one of his arms seems to have had quite a large chunk carved out of it, shorn to the glistening bone. A fat pink coil of intestine peers out from beneath the arches of his ribs, the flesh apparently moldered away to lay his freshly jellied organs bare to the sunlight. And here he thought he had to be on Ziziphus to be sitting in the fetid stink of rot.]
[He cups his undamaged arm around his middle, and is rewarded with a searing fucking agony that's really only comparable to the sort he's experienced exclusively in the cranial region.]
[Tim doesn't scream, but it's a near thing. His eyes blur with heat as he tries to grit his teeth and pull himself to his feet, try to make his way...somewhere, fuck if he knows where. Just - just away from this, away from all of this, somewhere he can piece himself back together.]
[If that's even possible.]
[He should be dead, some part of him realizes fuzzily. He should be dead. Mangled by some force that's practically eaten him away, that's shredded him into something approximating raw hamburger meat, that's pulverized his guts into wet garbage sacks of seeping mush.]
[He should be dead.]
[He always should be, and never is.]
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He wished he could appreciate the quiet, but all it did was make him afraid. Perhaps it was that he had gotten used to the Tower, where experiments and games had happened every month. He could only remember one month where nothing awful had happened... funny enough that had been an April to.
And that May had made up for the rest ten fold. So he is not sure what he is going to find at this crash site, but he is bracing himself. It will be nothing good.
It's not. It's Tim. It's Tim and he is hurt. Hurt in a way that cannot be natural at all. No natural thing could do this to a person, at least not in a way that keeps that person alive. Horror floods Shion and he breaks out into a sprint.
He's no stranger to horror, bodies twisted in ways that should not even be possible. But still it happening to someone he knows, someone he cares about...
He has his first aid kit with him but it is so inadequate in this situation that it's practically laughable, if laughter was at all applicable in this situation.] Tim... Tim can you hear me?
[He approaches cautiously, in his experience things like this often come with... other side effects. Programmed to hurt others, to deal with trouble makers, mindless obedience to the administrators.
He isn't in the Tower anymore, he breathes and reminds himself that. Not that it really helps. This place has proven it can control their actions, force them to hurt others. He has no evidence that Tim hasn't been turned into some kind of drone, twisted and hurt by the unknown forces that control them here.]
cw: emetophobia
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1/2 hey thanks I hate this; perma-cw for gore in this thread I guess!
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merle highchurch ( ota ) will match format
Merle spends his first few moments on a falling island mourning his damaged Extreme Teen Bible. The ink on the pages, normally depicting fun teens doing teen things like dabbing and the water bottle challenge as well as various reasons Pan is dope and how extreme it is to connect with nature, has bled through and now mostly depicts the void and void accessories. There are teens with no faces. There are teens with too many faces. It's awful, and no teen will ever listen to Merle's efforts to connect them with Pan ever again.
That's when he realizes that the ground he's standing on is literally falling. Thinking quickly -- alright, not that quickly, but quick enough that he's not too late -- he grabs hold of the knapsack with his name on it and his Vroom Broom and shouts, "Hang Ten!" The broom responds as expected, kicking off the ground and into the air with Merle balancing on it like the world's most fucked up surfboard.
He just kind of floats in the air and waits for the islands to fall, watching it like a beautiful disaster. He's vaguely reminded of Phandalin, and sort of hopes there isn't anyone underneath those sky islands that's about to get a really upsetting morning. There probably is, though. That sucks.
II. PERPETUAL MOTION IS THE WORST SOLITAIRE VARIATION EVER INVENTED; PROVE ME WRONG
There are a few things wrong with the Solitaire variation Perpetual Motion. Sure, all it requires is a single deck. Sure, the rules are relatively easy to pick up, and it doesn't require too much skill to play.
The tableau has four columns, where four cards are dealt. If there are any cards of equal number or rank, the duplicates are moved to the leftmost pile containing that card rank. After that, four more cards are dealt. The new top cards are dealt with in the same fashion. This continues until all four cards that are dealt are of the same rank.
When all four dealt cards are the same rank, then they are discarded. When the stock of new cards runs out, all piles are picked up in order from the right and placed back in the stock, where the first four are dealt again.
In Perpetual Motion, cards are being dealt and redealt until all 52 cards are discarded. Almost half the time, this is impossible. You don't know if the game is winnable until about 50 rounds through the stock. On average, it takes over 100 rounds to complete the game on a win.
It's the biggest waste of fucking time ever invented, and Merle can think of no better way to make use of his repurposed, waterlogged chick tracts now that he's found himself underneath the ground.
He's floating, in the water below the ground. This makes no sense, because that's not how islands work, but there is a flat surface through which his head is poking out that is invisible to his eye at certain angles, but he can't pull himself back up through the ground because he can't touch or interact with it in any way with his body, but the cards certainly can, in a weird and unreliable way.
So, instead, it's Perpetual Motion with a makeshift deck of cards that could be missing a few, Merle doesn't know. He wasn't being very exacting when he reassigned certain pages of chick tracts to numbers and suits.
He'll probably have to eat or something like that eventually. He could just snack on the raw sack of rice he's got in his knapsack, so he's at least set for a little bit. But he's accepted this as his new lot in life. Sometimes, this is just how it is.
ii!
"... Merle?" Probably not the most comforting voice, but it certainly doesn't sound threatening. At least he's not a skeleton this time. "What are you doing?"
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connor | ota | will match
anything you say, anything you say
anything you say, anything you say [wildcard]
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He reaches Ceej's side and tries to pull him out of the tree. Who is Todd?] Are you alright?
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Futaba Sakura | OTA
[ There's... a ufo hovering around one of the edges of the sinking island. Just. Hovering. Sometimes it hovers a bit higher or lower, but otherwise it's almost like it's locked into place above the islet. It might actually be.
Maybe it's important? The frustrated muttering that seems to be coming from it probably could be too. It certainly sticks out from the environment around it, at least. Of course, depending how some things go, it might notice you first. ]
B. How's the weather up there?
[ It's... interesting being the tall one for once (she could totally have taken those lobsters like this)? It'd be more interesting if she didn't feel so freakishly huge. About twenty feet, or something? And proportioned to match.
It does make some things easier though, like climbing up trees she probably wouldn't have had the arm strength to normally. So she's? Kind of done that? Because uh. There's several centipuppies just sort of casually hanging out at the foot of the one she's in. And given that she doesn't have any shoes, running isn't an option, even if she wanted to.
She's still waiting to wake up, thanks. ]
C. Hit me with your best shot
[ Got any other ideas! Feel free to hit me up! ]
[ Please make sure to take a look at Permissions post in regarding her scanning/sensing abilities and opt-out! ]
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He double takes.
He zips back on his flying broom, and stares at the ufo. It almost sounds like there's something (someone?) in there.
Hopefully it's something, Merle would honestly rather see if it's got any cool alien technology he can have. He waves experimentally, regardless.]
Hail and well met, aliens! Peace among worlds!
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ok with keeping the tdm?
sounds good to meeee
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approaching this as discussed! o/
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A. Take me to your leader????
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a, because it's fine
her ufo brings all the.... everyone to the yard
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otus | ota!
B) [a glitch in his step]
A!
The appearance, mid-contemplation, of a hooting little owlboy flapping over to the island he's on is... weird, but what the hell, he'll roll with it.]
Hey there, kiddo. [He waves with a smile, taking the still-smoking cigarette out of his mouth for a moment.] Don't suppose you do charter flights?
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TEN BILLION YEARS LATER
\o/ A GOOD CHILD APPEARS
Nari Nishitani | OTA
[It's one thing to be talked to by rabbit about dreams, it's another to wake up and realize you're not drunk enough to have dreamt that. And that this isn't space. Sure feels like an anti-gravity elevator failing though with whatever island Nari is on... falling. At least a year of being trapped in various situations keep her from screaming on the way down. If you're falling with her, good luck on the way down!
And the landing is a lot less rough than she thought it would be. Still stunned, the ginger will be sitting not too far from where her she did bounce onto her ass in the end with a frantic galaxy print pigeon flitting around.]
Worst. Ride. Ever.
B-ecause why not glitch dramatically
[Motives were hell. This somehow was worse. Anytime Nari meets someone, the moment they look away, she’s suddenly in a different spot when looking back. It’s not intentional. Very annoying since she’s not a fan of being yanked around by anything.]
No. I’m not Shadow. I ain’t moving on my own.
[She wishes she could move this fast sometimes.]
Wildcard!
[Want something unique? Don't mind if it involves a pigeon and/or someone who needs to be kept in your line of sight unless you want a creepy factor.]
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[The worst of it may have faded, but they're still caught off guard by the spontaneous manifestation of someone who most definitely was not there before.]
[The sword at their side materializes in a blur of bright blue out of instinct - slightly brighter than the cobalt of the thin slice of their skin and significantly more luminous - as they stare at her with unblinking and undisguised apprehension, apparently braced for hostility.]
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the drifter | ota | i'll match your format!
[This is roughly the point in time in which the Drifter learns that physics have started to behave a shade oddly.]
[They dash forward in a streak of shimmering violet, preparing to skid to a halt across the grass, and...continue to skid, and skid, and skid, and skid, and - they just kind of keep going, really, more or less skating over the ground without succumbing to the catch and drag of anything like air resistance or maybe the laws of inertia.]
[In fact, it seems they can't seem to stop.]
[They're heading right for the crashed remains of the island, and have taken to frantically trying to slow their roll, to little avail. Their seemingly endless momentum just carries them smoothly for that looming, crumbling remnant as the Drifter tries everything from digging in their heels to slamming their sword into the grass to prevent it.]
[If they'd the means to vocalize, they would perhaps be yelping in dismay at this point.]
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The streak of violet light catches the Hunter's attention pretty easily. Much like everything else on this island the color is pretty and not about to hurt him - or at least not going to hurt him so far. And the person who's causing it is moving with a purpose and--
...keeps moving. Well. Either they truly can't stop or they've very good at pretending that's the issue here, although the latter is coming from the Hunter's experience from beasts playing dead only to jump him the second his back is turned. But he can also see that this person is on a crash course with the fallen island.
Well fine. Even if it turns out it's a trap, he can fight and end it then and there. The Hunter takes off as fast as he can after the Drifter. He can keep up fairly easily for a time but the Hunter knows his limits in regards to speed. But in that backpack he was apparently given there's rope and it's around 32 ft, so there's some give.
All that really needs to happen is for the person to catch sight of the Hunter running nearby, then he'll toss one end of the rope for them to grab.
There's a method to his madness, okay? But hopefully they can catch it before they both run smack into the remants of the island....]
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vax | come at me!! will match style c:
b: dream of californication (on the ground!)
c: i'll make it to the moon if i have to crawl (glitching!)
d: you were made in a sea like me (wildcard)
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For his first month here Shion had kept a tally of reasons why this place was probably reality and reasons why they were probably trapped souls in a place that was not real and probably in false bodies. It had swung so far to the latter that he had given up. It probably didn't matter, they were trapped here either way.
Also he probably should be paying more attention to his surroundings rather than worrying about why the islands were falling, this area was full of strange centipede puppies. Also something hits him from behind and he falls, sprawling on the floor.]
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they're so cute omg
bear with them they unaccustomed to the curses of todd
a. well hello again c:
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[Crow saw the shadow of the island falling over head, and... he makes the decision to go try to see where it's gonna land, scaling whatever tall structure (a tee, a building, whatever) that he can find so he can get a front row seat to watch it crash from a safe distance. And once he does...]
That was awesome! Did you see that?
[This is shouted down to whoever happens to be close by too.]
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[But then, it stops being awesome. Very, very quickly, once he gets hit with the peculiar side effect of repeating the same things more than once. Normally it would just be annoying, but...
But then his voice suddenly changed too. Mechanical, monotone. Robotic. And Crow is mildly terrified that his control over that is gone, even if it doesn't show in tone.]
This is stupid. Make it stop. Make it stop.
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Not that islands should be in the sky to begin with...] Can you see anybody? [Because if so they should go and help]
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[Living alone as he has been, things don't immediately strike Asgore as amiss when he wakes up. His belongings are still here, the Boss Monster-sized bedroll that the Storyteller was kind enough to provide, and the island around him looks no different. Obviously he didn't vanish a month or two ago and just reappear here or anything like that!
That dream, though. That was...
There is no sense in dwelling on it. He packs up what he needs and goes out as usual.
Given how things work around here, he's not even that shocked when "as usual" turns out to mean "there are islands with people on them dropping from the sky". Better go check on that whole deal!]
Golly, are you alright? That was quite the fall!
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shaun[After that, Asgore tries to go back to minding his own business, when - ]
ASRIEL!
[He startles rather badly, looking wildly around. Where did that come from? It sounded like his own voice shouting, but he didn't. What purpose could it possibly serve, to call that name here and now?]
ASRIEL?
[The second time it happens, he doesn't jump so much as he flinches, before hurriedly getting to his feet and setting off in a random direction. Whatever that is, he would very much like to get away from it. Unfortunately, the calls seem to follow him as he walks, his shoulders hunched as if weathering blows.]
not weird
[Hey, Asgore, did you want another seemingly disembodied voice to follow you around? Though at least Chip is tall enough that he'll see their feet sticking out of his. Uh. Stomach...]
[Pro-tip, not having the controls when no-clip is on is not suggested.]
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[muffled heavy rain in the distance]
welp
I know we said we'd do nicer things but you put this up so it's not my fault???
it's true
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Barry Bluejeans | ota!
[The view is nice for about five seconds.
The five seconds occur after he's had time to wake up. After Barry collects himself up off the ground, after a few choice curses leave him- and after he's calmed himself with the assuring thought that he's alive, followed by an even more calming revelation.
He still remembers her.
Only then does Barry Bluejeans take in the scenery.
Five seconds later, he's practically screaming curses as he realizes this entire fucking island is going down. Cool! Awesome!!! He's! Okay with this! Catch him as the drop increases in velocity pacing back and forth, muttering feverishly, or tearing through the backpack he'd arrived with in search of-- something.
Preferably something that can keep them afloat, like- oh. A wand???]
ii. And we're spinn͝i͜ņg ̀a͘r͘oun̛̕d҉̴
So, he's changed his mind. He's not actually that sure he isn't dead, by this point. The landing as the island hit the ground wasn't gentle, but he's not a pancake. No one else appeared to be a pancake, either. The once floating island itself just- poofed, afterwards? Poofed. For the life of him, he can't think of an illusion that powerful- or that solid.
And now he's stuck in a tree?
He's uh... he's stuck in a tree. Not-not up a tree, in a tree. Should've been paying attention to where he was walking, sure, but the punishment for walking into a tree is a sore nose, not walking into a tree and just kind of, hanging out.
Well his head is...hanging out. The rest of him, he's not so sure. It's in a tree.
This new world really isn't doing it for him, as far as first impressions go. Barry-- hangs out, for a while, listening to the activity of foreign bugs and animals, birds overhead, until he hears something he does recognize.
Footsteps.
"H-hey! Whoever's out there, I could use a hand." And just in case, he's going to repeat that message in a variety of languages. Because you know he's just not quite ready to put all his faith in a rabbit with antlers.
iii. wildcard
[hmu bbs I'm down for whatever.]
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Hello? Where are you? [He begins looking around, following the voice to whoever is in need of help.]
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ii hell yea
aww heck here we go
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Shepard | OTA! (cw: mild body horror and probably will get worse as the thread goes on)
Regardless, when the floating islands appear (and, subsequently, fall) Shepard is running to get there and help mitigate the damage and save anyone from getting hurt. But it seems her race is unneeded- indeed, she watches the islands hit and... there is no death. No ground-shattering consequences. She's surprised but pleased at that. Perhaps it was the Storyteller that managed to soften the fall. She takes another step towards the island crash site but then... her foot doesn't meet the ground again. She looks down, bewildered, as apparently she begins to rise straight up into the sky.]
What the hell!?
[She flails, trying to grab onto anything, but she can't manage to get purchase. She turns her head to look and see if something is propelling her and her head doesn't stop spinning. Trying to grab her own head to stop the spinning doesn't help and she continues to rise. Kicking doesn't help her either, since apparently she gets stuck in a continual can-can, her leg continually and rhythmically extending from her.
She absolutely could use some help here, unless you want to watch her clip out of reality entirely, which honestly? Is valid.]