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INAUGURAL TEST DRIVE MEME
TEST DRIVE MEME: WELCOME TO HAPPY HEARTS
You wake up in a padded box. It rocks, gently, as though suspended in mid-air. You begin to stir, confusion or distress pushing you to try to sit up — and then the air begins to smell sweet, and you fall back asleep.
You wake up in a padded box. For a moment, you are beatifically calm. You don't know how you got here, or why, but that isn't really all that important. You don't need to know where you are. You're just... here. And here is a wonderful place to be.
But there is a niggling suspicion growing in the back of your mind. A suspicion that here is not somewhere you wanted to be. That it is not where you're supposed to be. You remember... chasing a white rabbit (or was it a person)? A mirror? Bright light, and green ivy crawling over your skin... Before you can worry too much, the box jolts, and then settles, and after a long moment the walls fall from around you to reveal —
A hotel lobby?
"Welcome to the Happy Hearts Hotel and Casino," says an attendant behind a desk. "We're so pleased you could join us for our grand opening gala. We have your room keys and Empathies here, please make an orderly line and we'll hand them out once we've confirmed identities. After that, feel free to explore the hotel! We highly recommend starting with the casino. Everyone's a winner here in Happy Hearts!"
Is this normal? It doesn't feel normal. And hey — you could swear you had shoes before!
You wake up in a padded box. For a moment, you are beatifically calm. You don't know how you got here, or why, but that isn't really all that important. You don't need to know where you are. You're just... here. And here is a wonderful place to be.
But there is a niggling suspicion growing in the back of your mind. A suspicion that here is not somewhere you wanted to be. That it is not where you're supposed to be. You remember... chasing a white rabbit (or was it a person)? A mirror? Bright light, and green ivy crawling over your skin... Before you can worry too much, the box jolts, and then settles, and after a long moment the walls fall from around you to reveal —
A hotel lobby?
"Welcome to the Happy Hearts Hotel and Casino," says an attendant behind a desk. "We're so pleased you could join us for our grand opening gala. We have your room keys and Empathies here, please make an orderly line and we'll hand them out once we've confirmed identities. After that, feel free to explore the hotel! We highly recommend starting with the casino. Everyone's a winner here in Happy Hearts!"
Is this normal? It doesn't feel normal. And hey — you could swear you had shoes before!
I. THE CASINO FLOOR
As you pass through the entrance to the casino floor, an attendant passes you a small bag of chips. The casino is loud and bright and filled with games of every kind — you want to play poker? They've got a table for that. Sabacc? There's a table for that, too. Slots, pachinko, and bingo are also available. The attendant in the lobby wasn't lying, either — everyone who plays wins. Everyone, every time.
Servers wander the floor with trays of shotglasses full of multi-coloured liquids, offering them to every oyster "Compliments of Her Royal Highness." If you're expecting alcohol, though, you'll be surprised — these drinks are teas made of the distilled emotions of every oyster in the hotel. Each colour tea corresponds to a different emotion, and as soon as you take a sip, you feel overcome with that emotion.
Servers wander the floor with trays of shotglasses full of multi-coloured liquids, offering them to every oyster "Compliments of Her Royal Highness." If you're expecting alcohol, though, you'll be surprised — these drinks are teas made of the distilled emotions of every oyster in the hotel. Each colour tea corresponds to a different emotion, and as soon as you take a sip, you feel overcome with that emotion.
JOY — the distilled essence of happiness, this tea makes even the most rough and tumble of oysters giddy with happiness — for a moment. The effect fades into a sense of general contentment after a few seconds, and that itself fades away slowly over the course of twenty minutes.
ANGER — this tea, anger in liquid form, can make the most even-tempered of oysters ready to absolutely blow a gasket. For twenty minutes, anyone who drinks this tea will find themselves much more easily annoyed, frustrated, and all around irritable and snappy.
SADNESS — distilled sadness is a potent tea, capable of turning a stoic, stalwart oyster into a blubbering mess in moments. Events that may have previously only been a minor disappointment become the end of the world, every repressed unhappiness comes to the fore, and for twenty minutes, any oyster who drank a sadness tea can hardly keep themselves together.
II. MAKE YOURSELF AT HOME
If gambling isn't to your interest, there are many other areas of the hotel to explore! For the moment, only The Pool Of Tears and the Pig & Pepper buffet are available for oysters to peruse, but the staff will assure anyone who asks that the other facilities will be open by the next day. Unfortunately, that means no one can buy any swimsuits from This Elegant Thimble, but the staff aren't going to kick anyone out of the pool for jumping in in their clothes! The Pig & Pepper serves lunch foods from across all different cultures, offering something for everyone, and some things you've never even heard of.
Maybe you just want to be alone — well, that's what you have your room key for! Oysters room on the second and third floors of the hotel, one to a room. You were assured your room would be exactly what you'd always wished for — and for some, that's right! It's exactly as you would have decorated it yourself. But for others, their rooms are totally wrong. A grizzled cowboy can't have a pink room! Hotel staff are firm, though: every room is exactly as its owner wants it to be. Search your feelings, oyster. You know it to be true.
Maybe you just want to be alone — well, that's what you have your room key for! Oysters room on the second and third floors of the hotel, one to a room. You were assured your room would be exactly what you'd always wished for — and for some, that's right! It's exactly as you would have decorated it yourself. But for others, their rooms are totally wrong. A grizzled cowboy can't have a pink room! Hotel staff are firm, though: every room is exactly as its owner wants it to be. Search your feelings, oyster. You know it to be true.
III. YOU'VE BEEN NAUGHTY
Curiosity is not, on its own, a trait the staff want to discourage. Oysters are free to search for ways out of the hotel, but they won't find anything — there are no doors anywhere in the lobby or the casino, the windows are impenetrable, the walls don't crumble no matter how hard anyone hits them. The elevator between floors has no service hatch, and there are no stairs to take. The hotel is, at least so far as anyone can tell, a completely closed system.
Now, in light of this, Happy Hearts knows some oysters can be a little... reactionary. Especially when cornered, especially the ones with powers or abilities beyond the average human. With this in mind, any oyster found to be destructive or combative won't be punished. Not yet. They will, however, be quickly incapacitated by hotel staff, drugged to incoherence, and brought discretely to a hidden back room. No one notices these oysters disappearing, nor the doors they must have been dragged through.
In this room, troublesome oysters sit, paralyzed, across from a woman in red. She smiles, and offers candy from a bowl on her desk, and laughs to herself when she remembers the oysters can't take one.
You're new, she says, kindly, so it's understandable that you're having trouble adjusting to the hotel. We promise to do all we can to make your stay here as fulfilling as possible, so you have nothing to worry about. Your experience is our top priority.
She plucks a candy disk from her bowl, and unwraps it slowly.
But you must know: if you endanger our other guests again like you have today, there will be punishments. We pride ourselves on the emotional experience we offer our oysters, and we can't let anything get in the way of that. For everyone's safety and happiness, you understand.
She pops the candy in her mouth, sucks for a moment, and smiles broadly.
That's all.
The oyster is brought, still paralyzed and incoherent, back to the hotel. No one notices them return. The paths taken through the hotel to bring them to the woman in red fade from their mind as soon as they arrive back on the hotel floor. They're left in the lobby to sit and think until the paralysis wears off.
And then they can go back to having fun in the casino!
Now, in light of this, Happy Hearts knows some oysters can be a little... reactionary. Especially when cornered, especially the ones with powers or abilities beyond the average human. With this in mind, any oyster found to be destructive or combative won't be punished. Not yet. They will, however, be quickly incapacitated by hotel staff, drugged to incoherence, and brought discretely to a hidden back room. No one notices these oysters disappearing, nor the doors they must have been dragged through.
In this room, troublesome oysters sit, paralyzed, across from a woman in red. She smiles, and offers candy from a bowl on her desk, and laughs to herself when she remembers the oysters can't take one.
You're new, she says, kindly, so it's understandable that you're having trouble adjusting to the hotel. We promise to do all we can to make your stay here as fulfilling as possible, so you have nothing to worry about. Your experience is our top priority.
She plucks a candy disk from her bowl, and unwraps it slowly.
But you must know: if you endanger our other guests again like you have today, there will be punishments. We pride ourselves on the emotional experience we offer our oysters, and we can't let anything get in the way of that. For everyone's safety and happiness, you understand.
She pops the candy in her mouth, sucks for a moment, and smiles broadly.
That's all.
The oyster is brought, still paralyzed and incoherent, back to the hotel. No one notices them return. The paths taken through the hotel to bring them to the woman in red fade from their mind as soon as they arrive back on the hotel floor. They're left in the lobby to sit and think until the paralysis wears off.
And then they can go back to having fun in the casino!
IV. HEY! LISTEN!
At the end of the day, every oyster's Empathy device buzzes, pings, and lights up — there's a message waiting for them!
Welcome to the first TDM of Happy Hearts, a new panfandom roleplaying game here on DW! If you have any questions, please direct them to the first comment on this page. Happy playing, oysters!
A woman with red hair and a teal dress, sat on a throne with her hands held delicately in her lap and her legs crossed daintily at the ankle, looks into the camera, smiling.The message saves to each oyster's Empathy, and an app pops up on the screen: the community bulletin board. The queen doesn't respond to any messages sent to her, but the other oysters might. It's worth a shot, right?
"Hello, my dear oysters! We're so pleased you could join us. I am Victoria Hart, the humble Queen of this realm, and I wanted to personally welcome you to the Happy Hearts hotel, and thank you for your gifts. We will not squander them, dears, as we will not allow your stay with us to be anything less than perfect. If you need anything at all, I'm sure hotel staff will be happy to provide, and I will be keeping an eye on all of you, to ensure your experience remains a positive one.
Welcome, darlings. This is the beginning of something wonderful."
Welcome to the first TDM of Happy Hearts, a new panfandom roleplaying game here on DW! If you have any questions, please direct them to the first comment on this page. Happy playing, oysters!
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clarice "blink" fong | the gifted
[ This makes no sense. That sense of calm from before has worn off and now Clarice is stuck with the confusion and, yeah, the anger. Never let it be said that she doesn't have a chip on her shoulder. She wants out and the sooner, the better.
The lack of shoes is creeping her out, too. She keeps worrying she's going to step on something gross or otherwise stub her toe. It's just all together awful here.
But pestering the concierge, the table managers, the other patrons, gets her nowhere. Sighing in frustration, she picks up a shot of whatever's being offered to her, the blue liquid looking like the more likely to get her a little drunk.
She tilts back her head and downs it in one go. She doesn't notice the creeping sadness immediately, but it'll make itself apparent. Especially after a conversation with her.
She turns towards the nearest person with a shrug. ] At least the drinks aren't bad.
II. MAKE YOURSELF AT HOME
[ After her breakdown on the casino floor, the last thing that Clarice wants to do is be around people. She heads to her hotel room and locks the door behind her.
It's... not bad, actually. Compared to the shitty ass apartment she shared with John and Zingo back home, compared to the sewers, it's luxury. But she doesn't want to stay there long.
She starts trying to open a portal almost immediately. At first, her powers sputter and flare, unwilling to cooperate. It's dangerous to try and use a portal when she can't see where she's going, when she doesn't know where she's going. But there's got to be something here, right?
She can look out the window and see elsewhere. So she tries to focus on elsewhere.
The vibrant purple portal begins to grow in size, a circle large enough for her to duck through. On the other side, she sees blue and green and white. Freedom?
She jumps through...
and lands straight in the pool with a gigantic splash.
Clarice comes up sputtering, gasping, and, of course, cursing. ]
IV. HEY! LISTEN!
[ Clarice is really unsure about this, but she's also scared and alone and wants to feel like she's not.
So she clears her throat, taps on the device, and sends out an audio message. ]
Hey, so... Anyone with special powers? That has tried to break out of this place? Probably shouldn't be saying this on an open channel, but what choice do I have, huh?
Just... want to see if anyone else is as frustrated as I am.
V. WILDCARD
(( Come at me. PM me or hit up
N.B. Clarice is a mutant. She has wavy purple hair, pointed ears and unnaturally green eyes. Additionally, there's a faint purple mark, like a line from her brow to her cheek bone. Her green mark matches, on the other side of her face. ))
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That is until someone suddenly appears and splashes water all over her. She lets out a small cry and her wings poofed up to try and shake the water out of them.
She was blocked from her own duress when she hears the strange new comer letting out a slew of words she doesn't know.
"Ruuude! Did you not see me before you appeared?" She moves away from the edge of the pool in order to do an emergency preening session for her wings. A brief thought and in a softer tone of voice. "Are you okay?"
[[OOC; Hey there! Have someone who doesn't speak a lick of English but can understand it at least. At least most of it. Her words would probably sound Elvish from Tolkien would be the closest language to hers.]]
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Leanne | Fire Emblem
Food. There was so much food everywhere. Leanne was busy trying to horde as much food as she can, even going as far as carrying some with her mouth. She hasn't eaten since she went to sleep and she woke up in a much bigger and older body and now she was starving. She goes to sit down with her horde of food, either deserts or fruits and vegetables, to proceed eating. Anyone who tries to take something from her without permission will get a small swipe of her talons.... Which are currently covered by a very neon pink and glittery nail covers.
Her food. Get your own.
IV:
The Heron was minding her own business, exploring the hotel a little when the message was sent by the queen and the strange object starts buzzing and lighting up. Her wings flared up at first and she goes to try to fly away from it, the feathers on her on wings poofing up and probably looking quite comical. She goes to kick the device away from her and just goes to stare at it, waiting for it to start doing something else.
She is ready for it now. She just dares it to do it again. Nevermind that she couldn't ready any messages on it.
V: Choose your own adventure! I am open to just about anything!
[ooc; Feel free to PM me or hit me up on plurk at scaredsummoner! Leanne is a Heron Laguz and can currently only speak Ancient Laguz, but she can understand English.]
tsukasa suou ☆ ensemble stars!
[ To say he's out of his element is an understatement; while he's no stranger to, um, parties, the concept of gambling like this— of casinos, actually— are merely things he's read about in books, or seen overseas...
Considering, after all, gambling of this nature is generally illegal in Japan.
He plays with the bag of chips he's been giving, still too conscious of the fact he's shoeless, and wonders what his Knights senpai would do. Certainly Ritsu would slink off and find somewhere darker, and Sena would demand to see the manager, and Arashi would likely go with one of them to make sure they didn't cause too much trouble, and Leader would... Tsukasa sighs, closing his eyes. Leader would be such a headache. It's easy to lose him on the large, but open, campus of their school—it'd be even easier to do so here, with so many people, and so many things for him to be distracted by, yelling "Inspiration! Inspiration! It's come to me, finally!" all the while...
Definitely a headache.
He sighs again, louder, and sets the thoughts aside. If they're here, he'll know soon enough; and if they're not, then he should get himself as familiarized with this place as possible. Besides... It looks fun, and he can't deny he's kind of... excited? To try something new— even if it's a little weird that he wins every time, even if they're generally small wins. His chips are growing in number though, and Tsukasa looks pretty pleased with himself as he takes a short break from it. Hhm... Maybe he should ask the others partaking in such games how their luck is faring... ♪
The young man approaches anyone fresh off a table, giving them a small bow of his head. His green mark is a rook beneath his right eye, small but there. ]
Greetings. ♪ Did you win or Lose..? Fufufu; I tried that Game earlier myself, and won most splendidly...♪
「ii. the casino floor - second half」
Ah— no, I'm very sorry, I'm too young to Drink...
[ Tsukasa smiles politely, if a little forced, at the server offering him shots. He isn't actually so sure they're simply tea, as the server attempts to explain to him— he's never seen tea in such colors? And it is never served in such glasses... ]
A— again, I'm not certain I Trust your words about it not being alcoholic... [ um. He doesn't really want to keep being rude, so he gently takes one between his fingers, delicately, like simply being holding it will somehow make him drunk. ] No, I suppose it doesn't smell like Alcohol, but...
[ er— he's turning to the nearest person, with a small... awkward laugh... ]
Excuse me, but... Have you had any of this yet...? Could you confirm for me if it's truly simply "tea," despite how it looks?
「iii. hey! listen!」
[ The message is... not as useless as it could have been; he at least has a name and face to put to the manager (no, Queen) of this place, and a name for it, too... But no word on how to return, or what would happen to his education, or his unitmates, or his family, or what that rabbit— no, person— no, rabbit? from before was about, or the... mirror... was it..?
Really, it feels something like a dream, or like out of Keito's comic based on Wonderland...
Tsukasa fiddles with his Empathy, curious about its design and function. At least doesn't seem to be much more difficult than a smartphone, even if it looks much different. ]
Good evening, everyone. ♪ My name is Suou Tsukasa, a member of the unit Knights. I'm not entirely certain about the protocol for this, however...
Would this not count as kidnapping? Certainly this is far more luxurious than a normal kidnapping situation, however... And certainly I did find myself encouraged... or rather, I followed something into a mirror... I think it was... I'm not really that sure, to be honest.
It feels more like a dream.
Um, if no one wishes to discuss such heavy topics, then may I offer an alternative...? ♪ What is your favorite sweet, and how do you prepare it? I'm fond of commoner treats myself. ♪ Those cheap-type of candies you can find at family-owned stores, and such... Or the snacks you can find in places such as the school store, or the convenience store.
( ooc; as a note, Tsukasa speaks English fluently, and with a very smooth, almost native pronunciation! His English is marked with capitalization and italics to help them stand out from normal emphasized words, at least when they're spoken! For writing and etc, they'll simply be italicized. )
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[like a call from the deep, it... comes somewhere around the pachinko games.]
Grr~! I wanna lose too! What's victory if not paired with loss? It's empty! It's nothing! Worthless! Losing's important too, it helps you grow, winning all the times turns you into a lazy good-for-nothing! Wahaha, not that I mind getting prizes..♪
[and, as usual, it contradicts itself as much as it makes sense.]
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Hozuki | Hozuki's Coolheadedness
Emerging from the box is none other than a demon. Dressed in a fine black yukata with deep red trim and an elaborate knot tied in the white cord about its waist. Though his sandals are missing... as is the large spiked iron club he normally carries around. He looks... mostly human? Aside from the short, white horn atop his forehead that parts his hair and the pointed ears...
Huh- The demon's eyes narrow at the hotel receptionist, one hand on autopilot as it takes the keys and the ‘Empathies. He could have sworn he was meant to be somewhere right now, doing something...
1.
That hazy, half-memory lingers but doesn’t make any progress. Blindly following the instructions given in their daze, Hozuki walks along the casino floor, eyeing over the games and perhaps even playing one. The man’s eternal scowl is the best poker face imaginable, intrinsically sowing doubt into other players’ minds. Of course, everyone wins in this place, so perhaps it’s no surprise he’s come out with more tokens than he entered with.
A perfect time to stop for a drink, is it not? It seems he’s managed to grab himself one of the pink drinks, giving it a sniff and turning to a nearby stranger, giving them a nod, and drinking.
Aaaaand nothing changes. At least, outwardly. Anyone watching the demon would be excused for thinking he was still angry as ever, it’s entirely possible his mouth just isn’t capable of smiling, though his eyes briefly follow the servers afterward. He places the cup down on a tray, nods solemnly, and turns to face you. “That one is quite nice. Have you tried the others?”
3. Excuse me, I'd like to speak to your manager.
He didn’t even break that much! Upon remembering exactly what he was MEANT to be doing, and where he was SUPPOSED to be, he made his way to the front desk and asked to leave. Politely, first. Then less politely. Then the cracking of knuckles ensued...
So there he is, sitting on one of the lobby chairs, seemingly frozen in place. Spoiler, he is. Though that doesn’t stop his glare from burning figurative holes into whatever is in front of him, even the staff are giving the area a wide berth. Now is clearly the best, and probably the safest time to go talk to him... Right?
4. Hmm, limited internet?
[Time to do some digging, it seems. Short, and to the point.]
I am very busy. It seems I’m away from work, and I haven’t booked this time off. It’s very important I be returned immediately. Is there an exit?
5. Wildcard
[Hozuki here is, well, difficult to approach thanks to that cold exterior. If you want to try something else, go for it! or message me at
*[Hozuki speaks a few languages, primarily Japanese, English, and Mandarin. It's unclear in canon if he speaks many others, but I can only imagine at least a few more. Assume he's speaking in English if that's the language everyone around him is using.]
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adalia | oc
ii. make yourself at home
iv. hey! listen!
v. wildcard
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[The deadpan response she gets comes from a fairy flying not far from Adalia's left side. Ever since the initial shock wore off, Puce has been rolling her eyes at this whole set-up.
Her arms are crossed, and despite the fact that she's got a soft pink aura coming off of her, it's clear that she isn't having fun and she isn't especially impressed.]
Everything is free, nobody ever loses at gambling, and the only price we have to pay is... our freedom? And our shoes, for some reason?
[It's weird, and they could really stand to tone it down, is what she's saying.]
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wynonna earp | wynonna earp
Wynonna would really like to stop waking up in coffins. First she wakes up in the coffin the vampires had put her into and then she wakes up in this padded box that honestly might as well be another coffin. It fucking sucks, okay? What's even worse is when the calm wears off and she gets out of the box she realizes Peacemaker is missing -- actually all of the weapons she usually keeps on her are missing but Peacemaker is special, and that's a hell of a lot more concerning. Also her shoes are gone? And yet she's still in the weird get up the vampires put her in. Go figure. There's no justice in the world.
So she starts with the casino, like they suggest. She sits down at a poker table and plays a few games, and while she's not as good as say Doc she's pretty good (okay, so she's a pretty good cheater, whatever). But eventually she gets bored and playing the games isn't helping her get any information out of anyone like she had hoped it would.
So she makes a b-line to where the shot glasses are lined up and grabs one for herself and another one that she shoves at whoever is walking by. It's easier to fall back into her party girl antics, to act like nothing is bothering her than give away how unnerved and alone she feels in all this.
"I figure if we're stuck here we might as well have a good time."
[ooc: feel free to pick what teas she grabbed -- i'm open to exploring any of them]
make yourself at home
There's so many different types of food available at the Pig and Pepper Buffet and a more adventurous person might try a bunch of them but Wynonna knows what she likes, okay? Which is why she fills up a plate with donuts and gets herself some coffee and can be found sitting at one of the tables, slowly working her way through them.
Except what she doesn't realize is one of the ones she's grabbed is a Japanese curry donut so when she bites into it she makes a face and gags a little before spitting out the bite back onto her plate.
"What the hell, this place can't even get donuts right?"
hey listen!
[wynonna doesn't totally trust this network or...trust it at all, really, which is why she's rather vague within her post.]
did anyone else wake up missing something important? something that you usually keep on you at all times?
[ooc: if you'd rather do something not listed with wynonna here, pm me and we can set something up, I am open to just about everything. also if action spam is better for you, feel free to respond in it, I open to both action-spam and prose, whatever works best for people]
Casino Floor
"Well. You're not wrong."
What the hell. She accepts the glass - which shrinks to fit into her hand almost immediately. Congrats, Wynnona, your new drinking partner is an 18 inch tall fairy.
"What are we drinking?"
[OOC: As for the teas: Let's go with blue. That should make for a fun mess.]
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Kaito Kuroba | Detective Conan/Magic Kaito
TWO. The pool
THREE-ish
WILDCARD
Go, well, wild. \o/
John Constantine I DCTV I
John is doing his level best to give off "ignore me nothing to see here" vibes as he explores, but he knows he stands out wearing his tattered trenchcoat, bleached blonde hair and slouched shoulders. This place is too rich for someone like him and it's making his sixth sense itch. He ignores the servers, because he never trusts a drink he didn't pour himself, but finally settles at one of the poker tables with a growled. "Deal me in mate."
Make Yourself at Home
John can be found at the buffet digging into a full English fry up, a beer by his ellbow as he doodles on a napkin from time to time. The words on it won't make sense unless you know him, but they are interesting ones to be sure. Legends, Waverider, Des. His feet tap under the table as if he wants to move but can't and from time to time he reaches up grab for something behind his ear and seems frustrated when the thing isn't there.
Empathy
[John appears on the device looking annoyed]
Anyone else feeling itchy about this place, because I am and I don't like that.
make yourself at home }
She also doesn't understand why she can't have shoes. It's weird.
Trying to rationalize this place has taken up a lot of her time, and is part of what keeps her sane, and this idea that this is an afterlife is only given more credence when she comes to point number three:
That's John Constantine. Thank God, maybe he can make this make a relative amount of sense.
She gathers her food from the buffet and makes her way over to his table, sliding into the seat across from him without asking, just for the moment. "Legends" and "Waverider" on his paper are familiar, Des is not, but she disregards that for now and just tries to get his attention.
"Hi. It's been a while."
Please actually remember who she is.
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(She also thinks that taking your shoes is a weird way to assert control, but that's a conversation for another time.)
She's still at a bit of a distance, but she steps forward and can't help but ask:
"Are you okay?"
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[This is not at all satisfying. Gambling was for gambling, taking larger than wise risks and seeing if they pay off. Or in John's case, cheating to ensure that they paid off. But no surprises or risk of holding one's breath in a game of chance? Well, contrary to what some believed, there was a thing as too much winning.
Everything was too apparent, too safe and John wants none of it. He's been away from home for only a short while and already he misses the adrenaline. That's why he's going to make his own game. Step right up, step right up to the less-than-amazing John Constantine Casino. It's dirty and there are no monetary prizes, but at the very least there are no guarantees and a high likelihood of inappropriate jokes.
And so John strides through the casino looking for challenges, sometimes outright picking a fight starting with bumping into a person, sometimes a casual question of if they want to try their luck at rock paper scissors, or even asking if he can guess facts about a person and they can tell him if he's wrong or right. Which approach is your character unlucky enough to encounter?]
III. YOU'VE BEEN NAUGHTY
[Is a disheveled wizard sitting in the middle of the hallway with back against the wall and legs stretched across the carpet in anyone's way? He's not sorry about that, mostly because John is too groggy to know where he is at the moment, but he'd feel the same if he were sober also.
Should anyone attempt to walk past him or around him John will make himself into even more of a roadblock, hunching further down to create a larger and more lopsided sprawl.]
You there. Get me a pint, will ya?
[Between a slur, heavy lidded eyes, and inability to sit upright that might not be a good idea.]
IV. HEY! LISTEN!
yeah yeah i'm pissed off about my shoes too. if anyone sees a pair of combat boots drop me a line
but more importantly
if your significant other was a merperson, would you rather they be part fish on the top or bottom half?
look, it's been a strange day and i've had that thought rattling around in my head
V. YE OLDE WILDCARD
[Just what it says on the tin! I'm totally open to other shenanigans and pm plotting. c:]
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......................... Look this place is weird and that's a question she just feels needs answering if for no other reason than to kill some time and see if she can get some information about the people she's trapped with.]
Where I'm from they're more Creature from the Black Lagoon than The Little Mermaid, so ... they're pretty much all fish. Ew.
[A beat.]
But if we're speaking in fancy Hollywood hypotheticals ... the bottom half. Fish mouths are hard to kiss.
[And kissing is clearly the best part.]
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nope, perf! lmk the same~
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Mikhail Jirov | Sirius the Jaeger
[Mikhail only takes a drink because he doesn't want to be continuously offered one. He takes one colored a nice shade of blue and sits it beside him to be subsequently ignored. It won't do anything for him anyway.
He holds a glass pill bottle between two fingers. The label is ridiculously plain, it simply says his name and gives instructions to take once daily. They might be able to fix him completely, they'd said, but he might not want that. That some sort of cure for his illness even exists could change everything back in his world, but he can't say it would be for the better.
The vampire continues to stare at the bottle for some time before returning it to his pocket. He's yet to take one. In front of him there are a couple staff members at a table encouraging him to participate in the betting. He relents half-heartedly, just to pass the time. He doesn't care about gambling but he does know there's no real fun in it if there aren't any risks.]
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[The paralysis wears off slowly, but perhaps more slowly for Mikhail given his already compromised system. He sits groggily, hands in his lap as he stares down at his toes and watches them blur in and out of focus.
He'd attacked without thinking, really. Questions about his brother had been dismissed, while requests to return to him had been vetoed. He'd argued that he still had a fight to finish, but that all fell on deaf ears. They acted like they had his best interests in mind, but if you asked him his best interests were secondary to Yuliy's and he feared for the young man's chances. Next time he'd have to be more discreet.
The vampire makes an attempt to stand but a wave of dizziness overwhelms him and causes him to sit back down again. After a moment, one shaky hand reaches for the pill bottle in his pocket, only to have it slip through his fingers and fall to the floor.]
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I need to leave. Can that be provided?
[Further responses may require some patience, as this sort of technology is a little beyond what he's used to. ]
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josie saltzman | legacies (tvdverse)
ii. make yourself at home
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i'm familiar with 5e! but will do if i have any quesitons
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iv. network aka hey! listen!
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iv. hey! listen!
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make yourself at home
[Steve might recognize the voice that comes from a friendly face, that thick Brooklyn accent. Warm blue, unwounded eyes look him over, Bucky dressed in a clean-pressed uniform, the cap held loosely in his hands even as his shoes seem to have gone missing, but he's taking it in stride. He can't deny that he'd silently wished that night at the Stark Expo would last forever. Scared of shipping out, even if that's not something he'd ever allow to show, not to his siblings, and certainly not to Steve.
He doesn't recognize him; not yet, not from the side like this. He'd been having fun in the casino, flirting here and there, but the games lost appeal quickly when there was no skill to them, no risk. Bucky had always been good at poker, and a bit of a cheat, even if he'd deny it to his last breath, but there was no appeal when the cards always came up in your favor no matter what you did. He couldn't lose even when he was tryin' and where was the fun in that?
So he'd gone upstairs to check if the accommodations were as swanky as he'd been promised when he'd come across this man regarding his door like it was either some kinda puzzle, or a personal affront. He was thinking that maybe the guy was having trouble with the key; mixed up his room number or something, and he's in a good enough mood that offering to help hardly seem like trouble.]
Sure you got the right number?
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the lone wanderer "lex" | fallout 3 | ota
[ Lex has never seen this much food in her life.
Vault 101 had rations so that no one ate through their supplies, a fact that made more and more sense after she had learned more about Vault-Tec. The wasteland itself had food from two hundred years ago and what they could grow or hunt, but never this much. They had to be careful with their supplies, their food and water; too much or too little would be a death sentence.
This, though. This is excess. Lex has never seen fresh, green vegetables or ice cubes; she certainly couldn't name most of the dishes. There were a few things that looked familiar, if not exact - ribeye steak that likely came from cows with one head instead of two was still just as tempting, both for herself and the dog that was at her side. Where Lex stares, open-mouthed and wide-eyed, the dog licks his chops and leans forward, but doesn't move without her. ]
Well, [ she says - probably to the dog, but she wasn't looking at him while she spoke, as if she was afraid that the food would vanish if she looked away, ] I've been kidnapped to worse places.
ii. part 2. the pool
[ Water had been everything in the wasteland. It had been what had driven much of her life, all the way to what she could only assume would be her eventual death; being yanked into this place was likely only a reprieve from dying of radiation sickness for the sake of turning on a massive water purifier. Lex wasn't sure if she was grateful or not, yet; it was one thing to not be dead, but the water purifier hadn't been turned on. That was still a problem.
It was not, however, as much of a problem as what that smell was.
Lex had come to examine the pool because she had never seen one filled before. There were remains of pools in some spots in the wastelands - they were good traps for animals, sometimes, but also good traps for people. Rainwater didn't come close to filling them, though, and no one went swimming for fun; the water was too irradiated. The idea of swimming in clean water was almost sacrilegious, but it had been too tempting a spectacle to pass up.
Then the smell of chlorine hit.
Gagging, she covers her nose and mouth with the inside of her arm. Dogmeat whines next to her, likewise pawing at his muzzle. ]
Is that poisonous?
[ Incredulous, she yanks a bandanna up over her face, pulling another one out of her backpack to try and affix to Dogmeat. ]
People swim in there?
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what year was it for you? before you came here
it was 2277 for me
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[ come at me, bro. you can send me a pm or hit me up at
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[Alex is sitting on the side of the pool, dangling her legs in the water.]
Just chlorinated to keep it from getting all gross. Wouldn't drink it though. Might not wanna let the dog in it either.
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[Normally, Peggy is not one to ignore culinary temptation, but right now, she's focusing on watching her fellow guests. Instead of a plate stacked high with the types of foods that she had imagined indulging in after the war, she's limited herself to one slice of pie and a cup of strong tea.
Her suspicious mood may have tempered her selections, but not her enjoyment of the treat in front of her. As she watches the entrance of the Pig and Pepper, she occasionally closes her eyes in bliss at the perfect sweetness combined with flaky pastry before bringing her attention back to the door to see if anyone she knows might be at the casino.]
IV Hey Listen
UN: Carter
Where the bloody hell are my shoes and stockings?
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Seems like we're all missing our shoes, ma'am. None of the staff have been willing to tell me why.
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Alex Fierro | Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard
[Alex has had a mild freak out already. So if you got clipped by, say a running cheetah or something, he's... not sorry.
Now though he's standing by the buffet looking at the spread with deep suspicion.]
Okay, I'll bite. What's the catch here?
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UN: shapeshifter
I'm not an oyster. Shellfish are boring as Helheim to change into. Can't really do much.
This place is bullshit. Just in case anyone hasn't figured that out yet.
I suppose I should introduce myself. Alex Fierro. Child of Loki and an einherjar of Odin. Genderfluid. Current pronouns are she/her until I tell you different. If you've got questions about any of that find what passes for Google here. It's not my job to educate you.
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[ the affable voice has the unmistakable cant of the high-born—something that hardly changes from world to world—and belongs to a lovely young woman with a brilliant smile who looks far too at ease and put together for someone marked by the same tattoo, twining visibly over her shoulder, that marks all the new arrivals.
Then, sympathetically, ]
Are you not used to such plenty?
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Alexandrie | OC (Dragon Age)
[ They aren't kicking anyone out for jumping in the water wearing your clothing, certainly. The other half of the question is, of course, whether or not the staff will kick you out for wearing nothing at all.
The answer is apparently no, if the nude woman lounging indolently in the jacuzzi with the bright copper flame of her hair twisted up into a substantial pile atop her head is to serve as evidence. She's sunk into the water to her shoulders, a blessing to the more modest, and looks much like a cat who's found a particularly nice sunbeam.
She looks over at you with eyelids half-lowered above a lazy smile and wiggles her fingers in greeting.]
This is glorious. I should stay here forever, were I somehow assured the avoidance of wrinkles.
IV.
un: vieenrose
These are certainly clever, if a slight difficult to use whilst wearing gloves.
The servants in the Casino mentioned a Royal Highness. Have any of you had the pleasure of her presence?
[ ooc: hi! feel free to wildcard me or hmu on plurk at
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But it is not this alone which draws his attention. She seems like a dame with a taste for fun, and the confidence that she exudes is what really catches his eyes. And she is beautiful. He can't help thinking that with her hair down she'd be almost like Venus on her seashell.
So she wiggles her fingers, and Bucky finds himself strolling over almost involuntarily, his smile bright and charming, like a young man that learned early that honey's better than vinegar.
Unlike most, he's in full uniform still, his cover held idly in his hands. He'd been exploring, hadn't quite intended on wandering out to the pool, but he's certainly not regretting the decision.]
Not sure I believe a dame like you gets wrinkles.
[He's got an accent; Brooklyn New York, lower East Side, not that she can probably place it. His bright blue eyes are all easy flirtation, a little bit taken with her, at least on appearances.]
This place sure is something, isn't it?
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Matt Murdock | MCU (Marvel Netflix)
[ Matt isn't in the mood to sit down for a drink over a game, not until he gets a better explanation of where he is and why. He will, however, look less suspicious wandering around the room with a drink in his hand. He doesn't feel well, still recovering from whatever was used to knock him out cold for transport, and the sound in the building is off, as if the walls and floors are all padded and another couple feet thicker than they really are. He'll know better after taking a stroll and casually leaning against a wall or two.
So he finds himself accepting the offer for a drink, and despite the cane he was just tapping around with in hand, the waiter hands him the last two little glasses on the tray, one for each hand, and disappears to get more without properly explaining what was served. No matter, Matt lifts each glass to take a sniff of the aroma.
Well that's weird. What is this drink? The scent reminds him of tea but it's not any kind he's had before.
Others nearby might note the odd appearance of the blind man smelling the drinks repeatedly and frowning. ]
II. Elevator
Which floor?
[ Matt offers a smile to whoever just joined him in the lift, his fingers actively running over the braille label next to each of the buttons. How many floors are there? Despite its size the elevator feels slightly safer than among the crowd simply because it’s quieter, and if anyone else is as confused as he is they’re likely to try searching for the way out making the elevator a natural place to go. Any fellow kidnapees? ]
III. Hotel Lobby
[ Not long before the queen would make her welcome announcement, those in the lobby might catch sight of this man sitting in the corner hunched over slightly, glasses crooked where they’re threatening to slip off the tip of his nose. His white cane is folded and was left in his lap for when he recovers enough to walk again. He’s dressed ready for business in a tie and suit jacket, but his collar and hair is ruffled out of place.
He blinks slowly in a daze until he’s been there for about ten minutes, then finally the stunned expression on his face folds into anger and pain, fists clenching white knuckled, muttering softly to himself under his breath. ]
Shit.
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Mòrag Ladair | Xenoblade Chronicles 2
[Mòrag habitually took a glass of the pink tea without thinking much about it; she's too accustomed to dealing with nobility that would be offended by refusal. She glared down at the drink from under the visor of her hat. It was silly enough to be standing here, in her full military attire and armored pauldron and tassets, inexplicably stripped of her boots and greaves, but now drinks? Games? Catering to every apparent luxury but footwear?]
They capture us and confiscate our personal effects, then have the gall to expect us to gamble without a care? I don't know whether to be offended that our captors aren't taking us seriously, or admire the sheer lunacy of it all.
IV.a/IV.b HEY! LISTEN!
[It admittedly took Mòrag a little time to figure out the Empathy device. Perhaps you came across her while her brow was knit in concentration as she worked a steady process of trial and error, learning the device's functions and limitations. In truth, it didn't seem unlike the communication stations in the bases--only far more refined--or the screens of light Pneuma interacted with--only far less refined.]
The visual quality of these devices is extraordinary.
Many of you have already established that we are being held here against our wills. At the moment, I'm more intrigued by this "gift" I cannot recall giving.
Surely the Queen doesn't mean my boots. If only all diplomacy were that simple.
V. WILDCARD
[Surprise me! Or PM me and we'll work something out. Will match formatting.]
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[ A man in a suit and tie chimes in. He's tucking the bag of chips he was handed by the staff into a coat pocket with one hand, balancing a cane in the crook of the opposite elbow. ]
You were abducted too? Where from? New York?
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[Kurumi's grip on her shovel hasn't loosened since she got here, practically hugging it to her. It's been a long time since she's seen so many people around in one place, and everyone seems more or less normal. But she's been drugged, kidnapped, and dropped into a...casino. So she's a bit on edge.
She wanders the various tables, brow furrowed in a mix of confusion and a sort of amused uncertainty.] I don't... think I'm old enough for this anyhow.
[She's not even sure what the legal gambling age is, but she's only 17-ish so. She peers around some players at the roulette tables, curious despite herself.
The shovel looks rather clean, but some with keen eyes might definitely notice there's blood on the handle here and there...]
[II. Pig & Pepper Buffet]
[Kurumi stands still in the middle of it all, staring at the food with wide eyes. It's not like they'd been starving or anything, but this amount of food--extravagant, to her--is mind-boggling.
Her stomach growls loudly and propels her forward and she struggles to hold onto her shovel tucked beneath her arm and the plate, piling it high with everything she can get her hands on. She feels a bit like Yuki in this moment, but it's fine, right? She can't let the opportunity go to waste, and she can't fight or anything on an empty stomach, right?
Right.]
I've never seen this many cakes in my life... AH, no, wait I should eat real food first-- THey have sushi! Real sushi! [She's got a huge pile of sushi and pizza and some kind of meatloaf dish and, uh-oh, that plate looks like it's becoming a bit unwieldy, especially since she's, you know, still got that shovel.]
Woah, no! [The plate wobbles dangerously in her hand as she tries to lift it one-handed, making her flail a little to grab it, dropping the shovel with a loud clang]
[III. You've Been Naughty]
[Probably trying to break down one of the doros wasn't the best courses of actions, but she'd been getting restless and angry about being trapped here. A little rebellion was expected, right? She sort of regrets it, if only because she knows she should've kept a lid on her temper some more, but...
THen this weird meeting with the even weirder lady and the next thing she knows she's sitting unable to move on one of the lobby benches. She didn't like that warning one bit, but she's unable to do anything but look angry and sit still.
As it begins to wear off she struggles against it, managing to move a little! ...But only to slip right off the bench she's sitting on and collapse to the floor with a loud yelp and... Can't move to get herself up. She moves enough to be able to bang her fist a couple times against the ground, seemingly completely unbothered by how hard she's hitting it and makes a frustrated growl noise]
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I don't suppose anyone knows if the Randall Corporation is behind this too? Are we all survivors? What about the rest of the people, like my friends? Are they being held somewhere different?
This all sounds like some really weird joke. Like we're supposed to just ignore everything going on outside?
casino!
A casino was such a foreign phrase to her, and so was the concept of gambling. Even so, she saw someone that looked just as confused as her, and... was that... a shovel? She had to ask, so she walked up to her, a hand now curled at her chest as she spoke.]
There is a certain age that is required for this place? [Though, her eye did catch the slightest sight of blood on the handle... ah, she would have to ask about that in a moment.]
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2. AT HOME (the world that kind of was);
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Liam Ferohn-Gau | Gods Will Be Watching (Final Chapter)
[This place seemed as though it were crafted to be his own personalized hell. Unchecked hedonism, a prison with padded walls, not even the thrill of risking everything in a card game... Paul was right. Life, the bitch that it was, found a way to sit him on a couch until the end of his days. Anyone else might consider it a just reward for saving the universe. But this was no way for a revolutionary to die.
Liam doesn't partake in any of the casino's activities, but sits off to the side and observes for some time. It seemed that the shots the servers were doling out had quite an interesting effect on people - the blue one in particular turning them inconsolable. Would that be at all possible in a person incapable of feeling remorse? He must admit he's intrigued. He accepts the blue tea gladly, dangling the shot glass carefully between his thumb and index finger - rebellion could wait twenty minutes.
He figures it's polite to give the person sitting nearby a fair warning, if the shot does end up affecting him. He can understand not wanting to witness a melt-down, so he thinks aloud to himself:]
I'm not sure what's worse - serving something like this in a casino, or deciding to drink it.
[He turns to whomever hasn't cleared the area, his shot glass raised, smiling.]
To your good health, then.
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[Yeah, so it turns out that rallying whomever he can convince into a disobedient frenzy until they are released is a very bad idea in an economy that relies on confinement and complicity. Liam taken away as quickly as he starts his appeal against this establishment, returned unceremoniously to the lobby in a daze, his silver tongue reduced to incoherent muttering. After a long rest, his lips unfreeze themselves enough for him to slur, as he stares blankly at the ceiling, with all of the matter-of-factness of reading a headline:]
I'm going to kill that woman.
[And if someone understands him, good!]
[[ooc note: I'm voicetesting, so things might be a bit shaky!]]
Yoooooo
You, uh--you have noticed what those things are doing to people, right? [He shrugs.] I mean, suit yourself. Not like alcohol is really any different.
[The redhead tilts his head slightly, shrugging. If Liam looks closely, he might notice the lack of pupils in the blue eyes watching him.]
Think you ought to drink to your health though.
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