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𝐻𝒜𝒫𝒫𝒴 𝐻𝐸𝒜𝑅𝒯𝒮 𝒮𝒯𝒜𝐹𝐹 ([personal profile] happyheartsstaff) wrote in [community profile] funnyhearts2019-01-29 02:26 pm
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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!


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.
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.




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!


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!
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.

"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."
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?



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

[personal profile] warmjellydonut 2019-01-30 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
I. THE CASINO FLOOR
[ 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 [plurk.com profile] evilsalmon if you want to discuss something.

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. ))
friend_i_hope: (Default)

Re: QUESTIONS

[personal profile] friend_i_hope 2019-01-30 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
So, I'm guessing not, but would this guy be an appable character?
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Leanne | Fire Emblem

[personal profile] song_princess 2019-01-30 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
II:

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.]
Edited 2019-01-30 00:46 (UTC)
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II

[personal profile] song_princess 2019-01-30 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
Leanne was exploring and came upon this strange smelling body of water. She was at the edge of it, studying it and trying to figure out why would anyone do something so strange to water? It was so unnatural and she can't hear nature's voice in it.

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.]]
warmjellydonut: (uyTZwYO)

[personal profile] warmjellydonut 2019-01-30 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
There's a disorienting moment when Clarice hears gibberish and hears English half a tick later, perfectly normal. The cadence tells her that whatever the woman is saying, it's the same as what's being said in her ear. She thinks so, anyway. That's a lot to think about when she's flailing in the deep end of the water.

Clarice tries to remember how to swim and doggie paddles to the edge of the pool.

"Fine," she grumps. It's only the last part of what's said that clicks with her.

She sputters out some water and wipes her hands over her face to make sure she's seeing things right.

"That's a hell of a mutation," she says, in mild awe at the wings.
song_princess: (Bikini)

[personal profile] song_princess 2019-01-30 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
Leanne watches with some concern for the beorc. Does she not know how to swim? Leanne was about to fly over to her when the other female doggie paddles towards her. Okay, so she doesn't need to go and help her.

She finally finishes preening her wings and tilts her head at the other's words. "Mew-tate-shun? What's a mew-tate-shun?" She fidgets a little with a lock of hair before reaches over with a freshly preened wing to try and help her dry herself. "Where did you came from? You don't look like normal Beorc."
stressweets: We know each other really well — the great stuff and how to get on each other's nerves, too. (107. the mean 6)

tsukasa suou ☆ ensemble stars!

[personal profile] stressweets 2019-01-30 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
「i. the casino floor」
    [ 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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Hozuki | Hozuki's Coolheadedness

[personal profile] hellsrighthand 2019-01-30 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
Prologue:

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 [plurk.com profile] Hantale]

*[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.]
Edited 2019-01-30 03:38 (UTC)
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adalia | oc

[personal profile] thunderproof 2019-01-30 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
i. the casino floor
the last time adalia ever saw so many people in one place it was in candlekeep, and that was months ago. the life of a traveling adventurer isn't one that ends up replete with people, at least so far as she's experienced, so it's strange to be around so many people again — strange enough that she doesn't talk to anyone at first, merely blinks around at the casino in shock and wonderment.

it doesn't help her state that everything here is a lot more — more than she's used to. the sounds don't bother her so much, but the materials of everything, the clothes, it's all so unfamiliar. she's in a wool dress with a shift beneath, like any normal woman would be, but the woman passing with her tray of drinks is wearing some shiny red things on her head and a dress that looks equally as shiny, just in a different way.

overwhelmed, adalia doesn't manage to watch her surroundings at all, and she's stopped directly in the middle of one of the few areas open to foot traffic.


It's so much, ❰ she whispers to herself, eyes wide as she obstructs all traffic.

ii. make yourself at home
it's not a natural body of water, much as it looks like it. adalia blinks at the pool, then skirts it entirely, making for the rocks at the edge of the room. there's another body of water there, separate from the other one, because reasons? she's not sure. lifting her skirts, adalia dips a toe in, then squeaks because it's warm.

she steps back onto the floor. stares at the water a moment. looks down at her dress.

and then she slips out of the wool dress, leaving herself in her shift, and steps into the pool. for a few minutes, she relaxes there quite happily.

and then the jets start, and she shrieks like a cat who just got their tail tugged.

iv. hey! listen!
un: tempest

hello how did the woman get on the box please is this magic i didn't see anyone doing magic before please respond if you can if someone is actually out there reading this which i doubt because this seems like just a very fancy rock


adalia has not figured out how to punctuate on a phone yet. someone please teach her how to smart phone.

v. wildcard
if there's anything you'd like with adalia that isn't covered here, feel free to plurk me at [plurk.com profile] salvatrice. for info on who adalia is, see this app!
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wynonna earp | wynonna earp

[personal profile] middlefinger 2019-01-30 09:10 am (UTC)(link)
Casino Floor

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]


Edited 2019-01-30 09:11 (UTC)
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[personal profile] espansivo 2019-01-30 12:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Wahahaha! It's come, it's come! Inspiration! Or so I'd say, but winning all the time gets so~o boring!

[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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Kaito Kuroba | Detective Conan/Magic Kaito

[personal profile] whiteofcrime 2019-01-30 04:06 pm (UTC)(link)
ONE.
A casino. This was his sort of place. Vibrant lights, vibrant sounds, the thrill of winning - and losing - big. Kaito spent a good few minutes simply staring at the sheer number of options available before drifting over to the first thing which looked familiar: pachinko.

Imagine his excitement when his first play won him a small jackpot.

Imagine his disappointment upon finding out that all he ever did was win.

"Not much of a gamble if you always win," he grumbled, giving the machine an irritated look. He walked away, ignoring the extra chips he had won. The attendants would simply give him more anyway. Right?

The card tables caught his attention next. Surely those couldn't be thrown in anyone's favour. He sidled up to a table which already had a player and peered at the game in progress.

"Mind if I join in?" he asked.

TWO. The pool
The buffet and clothing boutiques were all well and good, but what really impressed Kaito was the pool.

Even though it was closed, they didn't stop him from entering the area itself. His jaw dropped as he beheld the facility. The sauna. The wave pool. The decor. He wished it was open now so he could try it out. Something about a massive swimming area just called out to the childish part of him. Best of all, unlike the ocean, there was no danger of meeting fish here...!

He knelt by the side of a pool, ignoring how dangerously close his knee was to the water's edge. Scooping up a bit of water in his cupped hands, he flung it out with a whoop.

...Right into someone's face. Oops.

THREE-ish
Okay. This place was great. Well-tended, luxurious, etcetera etcetera. But there was no way Kaito was going to accept that he was trapped here permanently. There had to be a way out. Something they could exploit. There was no such thing as the perfect trap, regardless of what the crime-fiction authors wanted you to think.

He glanced around surreptitiously before slipping into an elevator and checking the walls over for some sort of seam that would indicate a hatch. He found nothing.

He exited and tried rapping his knuckles softly against the walls. Perhaps there was a hollowed out area somewhere?

Still nothing.

Undaunted, the magician went by all the windows he could reasonably reach and ran his fingers over their frames. But like everything else in this place, they were impenetrable.

"That's impossible," he muttered, staring incredulously around him, not focusing on any one thing. "There's always a way out."

WILDCARD
Go, well, wild. \o/
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1.

[personal profile] barkept 2019-01-30 04:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Tell me about it.

[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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II

[personal profile] barkept 2019-01-30 04:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[The person he turns to is a small, 18 inch tall fairy. Fortunately for his question, she actually has tried one of the drinks. Fairly recently, in fact.

Unfortunately, it was the red one. So, despite the faint aura of pink light coming off of her, it's pretty clear from her expression that she's in a stellar mood.
]

I know alcohol better than most, and it definitely isn't that.

[Maybe it's just the anger talking, but she's pretty sure the people here couldn't make a decent cocktail to save their lives.]

I don't know how it was brewed. It might be some kind of tea, but it's not normal. It has some kind of magical properties.
barkept: (05. Hey. Listen.)

Casino Floor

[personal profile] barkept 2019-01-30 05:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Obviously Puce isn't having a much better day herself. She's spent a while now trying to figure out how to get out of this place, and she's only just now on the verge of giving up. And so when a stranger offers her a shot glass, she actually takes the offer into consideration.

"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.]
stressweets: I had to stop thinking like a headmare and start thinking like a guidance counselor to finally understand. (114. a matter of principals)

[personal profile] stressweets 2019-01-30 05:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Yes, just like that... Even more like that.......




Wait, no, that's real, isn't it? Tsukasa looks around, cursing his diminutive size (and also Leo's), before he heads towards the noise— Target sighted. Finger poinitng..!! ]


There you are, Leader! [ .....he's going over, huuuuuuuuu, leader, ] Ugh... I feel my stomach beginning to Twist... You haven't been causing trouble, have you?
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[personal profile] warmjellydonut 2019-01-30 05:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"A what now?" There's a instant scowl in place for the angelic-looking mutant. Whatever she's just been called, Clarice doesn't think it's a good thing. But then again, she's used to being called negative names. She expects more from another mutant, but then again...

"A mutation. The X gene. You know... Your wings."
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make yourself at home;

[personal profile] warmjellydonut 2019-01-30 05:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Clarice has her own tray of food, filled high with all kinds of breakfast and, yes, exactly two donuts of her own. She had thought about doing exactly what the other young woman had and gone to town, but survival instinct kicked in and said no, protein's good for you.

She had been regretting the responsible choice. Now she's not.

Her own face crinkles in disgust.

"Oh no. What's wrong with it?" She glances down at her tray. "Not even donuts?"
stressweets: Some things you just can't teach with books / Some things you only know / So trust your heart and let us lead / And your friendship's sure to grow (101. school daze)

[personal profile] stressweets 2019-01-30 05:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ —it takes him a moment to realize what she is but, oh, she's... Very Small... And doesn't seem to be in the best of moods, exactly, so he clears his throat and adjusts his grip on the glass. So that he won't, like, accidentally drop it, or something. ]

I-I see... Thank you for the reassurance. [ As much of a reassurance as that could be, anyway. ] Um... Excuse me, but when you say "magical properties," do you mean things like Love potions and such? A senior I'm acquainted with has been Rumored to have been trying to make such a thing.
espansivo: (20 i gently whisper)

[personal profile] espansivo 2019-01-30 05:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Mm~, sounds like Suo~... Smells like Suo~ too.

[??? as always. leo tilts his head back, staring at tsukasa, and then gasps and spins on his heel, pointing too.]

It is Suo~! I found you! Hey, hey, this place is boring, huh~? It's interesting but it's boring!

[he's gonna hug him.]

Let's cause some trouble, just like you said..♪ We can kick the machines until they won't play, see anyone win then, wahahaha~!
stressweets: [...] you're more than just where you're from or who you live with. We love you because you're you, no matter where you choose to be. (104. surf and/or turf)

[personal profile] stressweets 2019-01-30 05:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ wh hey— ]

I— I didn't say we should cause Trouble, I asked if you were getting into any! [ at least............ leo hugging him..... means he knows exactly where he is.......... The small blessings. ] Destruction of property will give us Jail time as well... That wouldn't look good for Knights, now would it?
espansivo: (55 i gently whisper)

[personal profile] espansivo 2019-01-30 05:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Nope, it wouldn't~! But Suo, haven't you noticed..? No one knows our faces.

[even!!! the genius composer leo tsukinaga!!!! is unrecogbized!!!!!!]

Let's make 'em remember..☆
stressweets: We know each other really well — the great stuff and how to get on each other's nerves, too. (107. the mean 6)

[personal profile] stressweets 2019-01-30 05:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That's true... Not a single person has asked after the Suou family here, or after Knights, or Yumenosaki... It's another weird point, but he already figured they weren't in Japan, since, ]

Let's not, unless it's by better means... [ siiigh. ] Leader, it's obvious we're no longer in Japan, so Naturally we wouldn't be recognized. Knights is hardly international news, and even my family, with its heritage and connections, wouldn't be recognized by those not involved in the entertainment business.

[ a beat. ]

Though I suppose even Leader would be recognized, given he's famous on his own... [ mumble mumble... ] But is that only nationally? Regionally? Or would he be looked upon favorably around the world...? Such a thing makes me Proud, and yet, I cannot help but feel a shiver down to my core at the thought...




[ tsukasa, ]
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John Constantine I DCTV I

[personal profile] lostsoulwizard 2019-01-30 06:25 pm (UTC)(link)
The Casino Floor

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.

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