TEST DRIVE MEME

[ryslighelpers]

TEST DRIVE MEME: JULY

Welcome to the Ryslig Test Drive Meme! Below are a few prompts to get you started, but you may make up any prompt you desire! Please take a look at the navigation page for rules, setting information, and links to reserves and apps. Have fun!

SCENARIO ONE

You wake up on the beach thoroughly drenched with your mouth full of sand. The salt water causes various cuts and scrapes on your skin to sting and the sand isn't helping. The air is slightly humid, ruining any feeling of refreshment you might have gotten from your dip in the ocean. There are lights in the distance but the unfriendly scent of gunpowder fills the air. If you're lucky, you're alone. If not, you might find yourself staring up into a pair of monstrous eyes or down the barrel of a local's shotgun.

SCENARIO TWO

So you've just arrived, and already some of the natives are trying to get on your good side with offers of food, shelter and other luxuries in return for hoping you don't eat them. They even have some helpful pamphlets to share with you. "How To Deal With Changes", "Alternatives to Human Flesh", "What to Expect When You're Expecting (to turn into a monster)" are all great pamphlets. There's even some detailing certain monsters, and the changes they go through. Some of these seem to have been passed down from one monster to the next.

Among these however, are some... not so helpful ones. "Bunnyipyips And You", "Axe Thief Axehounds," and "So you're becoming a Fur Bearing Trout" among others. Sometimes they have marks on them from previous people who had them saying they are lies, or pointing out good "jokes." Then there's the people who aren't happy to see you at all. Glares and silent, judging stares if you're lucky, torches and pitchforks attempting to drive you out of the town if you're not. You may need a friend to help you.

SCENARIO THREE

"Seek us out," the voice whispers in your head, and before you have time to question it you've found yourself in someplace entirely alien. Maybe it's the Fog God's ghostly town of Dyster, where exultant followers dance around bonfires and sing their praises to the skies above. Maybe it's the Fourth God's arcade, with small robots wheeling about amidst the lights and colors of old pinball machines. Only one thing is certain: you are not alone, in this sacred place.

SCENARIO FOUR

The time has come and you've found yourself becoming a monster. Is the change instant, or gradual? Are you familiar enough with monsters to know what's happening, or is it a complete shock? Feel free to pick any monster type for this prompt, but note that you may not get the same one in game.

Comments

dale cooper (twin peaks)

[tibet]

i. arrival

[It wouldn't be a normal night without a strange dream to keep his mind active, but to this one's credit, it's...different, somehow. Not nearly as creative as the red room with its vibrant, billowing drapes and that dizzying black and white pattern Cooper can still see with perfect clarity if he closes his eyes and concentrates, but he wouldn't call it boring. After all, he can't think of any occasion where his brain had been able to perfectly replicate the nasty grit of sand scratching against his teeth and lips, or the sour taste of salt water pickling his tongue. And he hasn't even been to a beach in years which means his subconscious is really pulling deep from its reserves or this is, against all odds, really happening. Maybe.

Naturally, he's a bit more drawn to the first option, so he's not particularly alarmed when he awakens — just curious. It's a dreary, ill-kept beach with broken shells littering the shore and the thick stench of gunpowder lingering in the wind, but it's not one he's ever seen before in his travels, let alone anywhere in Twin Peaks. That gives more credence to the whole it-being-a-dream theory, and before he's even had a chance to fully dry off, Cooper's brain begins whirring with possibilities and ways to prove it.

The best solutions are always the most obvious ones, so he starts with what he has here with him. Dreams aren't bound by conventional physics, so it stands to reason that if he were to toss a shell, it could very likely float away — if it were to move through the air at all. But after he throws a few, all of them landing perfectly and unremarkably onto the wet sand with soft plops, it becomes clear that's not the case at all. At least with these. What he needs to do is think bigger.

Which is why he start jumping. Well, hopping. Over and over. With the most stone-faced look you've ever seen, like this is something of dire importance, like the whole world will implode if he doesn't keep hopping.

But, well— isn't that the point?]

ii. citybound

—"What to Expect When You're Expecting". Now, I know exactly what that sounds like, but let me add that subtitled below in barely legible parentheses is "to turn into a monster". Diane, I think it's safe to say that in spite of the horrors that undoubtedly make up their day to day lives, the people here are still able to cultivate a healthy sense of humor. Light in the face of overwhelming darkness, even here. Has it ever been anything less than beautiful?

[Cooper pauses, keeping his thumb planted on the bulky cassette recorder record button. A "gift" from a native, though he's loathe to call it that. What it felt like was bribery, and in essence, he supposes that's exactly what it is. It's why he can't muster his usual brisk energy into his dictation as he sits on the edge of a city bench, not quite hunched but a little too rigid to be completely comfortable.]

It's a shame that I find it so...difficult to embrace it. [—is what he finally adds, and for Cooper, the toneless, tired way he says it is as close as he allows himself to express his actual sorrow over the entire ordeal. He clicks off the recorder and sets it aside with a soft sigh, turning his attention to the rest of the offerings the natives have given him. It's mainly pamphlets but there are a few other odds and ends too, like food. He picks up one he's had his eye on for a while, a little pastry that looks like a cross between a pie and a dumpling, gives it a once-over and takes an experimental bite.

And then promptly spits it out.]

Diane— [And here comes the tape recorder again as he's sputtering all over himself trying to rid his mouth of every last crumb of that...whatever the heck it was.] Any doubts I had about this being a land of monsters have just gone up in smoke. The things they do to pies— It's inhuman.

[Our hero, everybody.]

[wildcard]

[follow ur heart]

i

[false_oracle]

What are you doing?

[He's a tall, ghostly looking man. His head is solid, as are his forearms although he has thick gauntlets on that hide this fact. He's floating a bit above the ground. He's watching with something of a scowl, although he is curious enough.]

Gavin Belson // Silicon Valley

[unhooli]

[i - on the beach]

[Gavin wasn't entirely sure what had happened. One moment he was on his private jet on his way back to Palo Also, and the next thing he knew he was washed up on a beach somewhere feeling like he'd been hit by a brick.]

That pilot of mine is going to get fired so fast his head'll spin.

[He's idly talking to himself, never all that great at keeping his internal monologue from becoming external. When he looks up, there's a gun pointed right at him.]

Get that fucking thing out of my face before I pay someone to ruin your life.

[He's a little dazed and doesn't quite seem to comprehend the fact that there's a real, loaded shotgun pointed right at his head. If he did, he'd try to play up the charm instead of going straight to insults and threats, but as it was he was still trying to figure out which beach he was on.

Anyone who managed to get the gun and its wielder away from him would be thanked profusely later on.]

[ii - pamphlets]

Don't like that one, don't like that one - eugh, that's worse than the videos they made us watch in health class.

[He tossed pamphlet after pamphlet behind himself when he decided that the contents didn't please him. None of these possibilities looked particularly pleasant, although some were worse than others. He obviously didn't want to be a fur-bearing trout, although that one seemed to be a joke.

He opened up 'Alternatives to Human Flesh'. Not a pleasant title, but it would be good to know. However, instead of finding vegan flesh alternatives he was greeted with a little warning about how not every monster can survive on flesh, and consider trying blood, organs, souls, or energy if flesh isn't hitting the sport. Great.]

Do I really have to get mentally prepared for all of these possibilities? And has anyone written one of these about, say, coping through meditation?

[Because obviously, his faux-spiritualism was going to help him now.]

[iii - changes begin]

[He's spent the last month in denial. Just because something happened to everyone else didn't mean it was going to happen to him. He's a lot of things most people aren't: a CEO, a billionaire, a brilliant public speaker...the list goes on and on.

But then the fog rolls in, and the pain starts. Pain like he'd never felt before, pain he couldn't really place.]

There's seriously no anesthetic for this?

[The pain increases, and he's crumpled up on the ground like he's just had the shit kicked out of him. The pain comes...and then, after what seemed like an eternity but was actually only a few minutes, it goes. He's got no idea what happened, and frankly he's afraid to look. Still lying in the middle of the streets, he grabs the nearest passerby by the cuff of their pants (or by their fur, or their ankle, or their tail, and so on).]

Does it look as bad as it feels?

[ooc: Feel free to pick a monster for him in your reply, otherwise I'll roll a random one in my next reply to you!]

[wildcard]

[ooc: whatever you like!]

i

[false_oracle]

[A hand with grey skin and long, sharp looking nails comes around the gunman's head and the hand presses against his cheek. The poor human starts screaming in terror, the gun dropping from the human's hands but the poor person not moving; although it does start to age rapidly spreading out from the hand. The human's eyes roll back and the human collapses, dead.

Standing behind the human is something of a ghostly creature. He's tall, muscular, and mainly ethereal. His head is still solid, as are his forearms and hands. He pulls a thick, leather gauntlet onto the hand he'd just had on the human. Despite how ethereal he is, he wears a silver-looking necklace around his ghostly neck.]

You know, I always thought a soul might feel like something when consumed.

[Welcome to Ryslig.]

Sylvia | Wander Over Yonder

[thetimebomb]

1
[Sylvia wakes up feeling groggy and stiff, but not horribly shaken up. This is far from the first time she’s woken up on a strange planet, so she just assumes she crash landed. Groaning, rubs her head and blinks at her surroundings.]

Ugh Wander maybe next time we try landing somewhere that’s not the middle of the ocean.

[As she looks around, however, she realizes that Wander is nowhere to be seen.]

… Wander?

[She attempts to get up before something hits her:

Her whole body feels different. She finally gets a look at her hands and she nearly screams.

Why isn’t her skin blue why does she have ten fingers. She looks at her reflection in the water and realizes in horror that she doesn’t recognize her own reflection anymore.

She stands up suddenly, feeling like she’s about to panic. Okay Wander is missing, she’s on a strange planet, and she doesn’t know what she is anymore. In an attempt to calm herself down, she takes some deep breaths and starts pacing the beach. It isn’t exactly helping, but what is a tiny relief is eventually seeing someone in the distance.

In a vain attempt at help, she calls out to them.]

Hello? I think I’m lost… or dreaming. I dunno, but do you know the way to the closest orbbal station?

[Surely this kind stranger will know what she’s talking about, right?]

4 (naga)
[Honestly, as much as she hated the idea of eating sentient beings from now on, the idea of turning into a monster wasn’t the worst. She was sure it couldn’t be any worse than waking up as a human, at least. (Plus to ease her worry over eating sentient things, she’s been writing a list of all the humans she’s come across who have been rude to her in some way. It’s justifiable to kill jerks, really!)

Sure, losing some of her teeth wasn’t fun, but it was only two and they grew back as some pretty cool fangs. And she’s been feeling pretty easily cold lately, but hey it’s summer at least. Really most of these changes were more or less okay if she got to become a cool monster.

But what she didn’t expect was suddenly having splitting pain in her legs as she was trying to get through her day. As much as she tried powering through them it was getting so bad that she couldn't think. Suddenly, around midday, the pain shot so badly through her legs that she cried in pain and passed out.

When she comes too, she instantly wants to pretend that didn’t just happen. Her? Fainting and passing out from a little joint pain? Surely she was just overreacting. Maybe she's just out of practice or something.

She attempts to get up but she realizes that not only her legs are in searing pain, but her legs… don’t feel like legs anymore.

Looking down, she feels her heart stop when she realizes that instead of legs, there is a long snake tail below her waist. She stares in horror for a few moments, unable to find her voice at first.]

Where… where…

WHERE ARE MY FLARPING LEGS?!

4 HERE WE GO

[adandyinspace]

[You know, it's a real shame.

...There just aren't a lot of snake chicks on this planet, most of them are dudes. Like, what's up with that? You'd think snake booty would be in higher demand, what gives?? Dandy doesn't have many thoughts, but when one does pop up in his head, this is usually it. Bring on the snake chicks!

So imagine his surprise when he sees some kinda snake chick lying on the ground, one he hasn't seen before. It's like his prayers have been conveniently answered, he can even overlook the horrible screaming and the weird made-up swears! Well, seems like it's time to play his favorite game: bother random women.

He approaches her from behind, hands in his pockets. Looks like someone needs a shitty dolphin man.]

Yeah, dontcha hate it when that happens?

[...He's not really trying to be funny, sometimes he doesn't have legs and it sucks.]

Gregg Lee | Night in the Woods

[silenceofthesheep]

1. Arrival

[Gregg claws at the sand, unsure when he ever landed on a beach that wasn’t condemned at Possum Springs. He feels like he just fell asleep in a pile of Angus and got suffocated without the lovingly part of it.

It smells, kind of like Possum Springs but without the familiar smell of construction. But waking up and using his eyes, he sees this is not Possum Springs. Or Bright Harbor. It doesn’t look like anywhere.

He rubs his face to try and paw away the wet from his face fur when a new fact hits his scientific mind. Fact: his face had fur, this feels smooth, shaven. Another fact, his mouth feels nothing like a muzzle but smooth and rubbery. He takes a look at his hands. They’re rubbery shaven gloves, not fuzzy paws for Gregg Grabs. He laughs.]

Hooooly shit. I’m like, those chickens on sale. I bet I got kidnapped and like, had horrible chicken experiments performed on me.

[He got up to get the lay of a beach called this beach. As he called it, right now.]

Woaaah watch out for Chickenman! A freak of god! I shouldn’t be aliiiiive!

[Could it be if he hadn’t said these things a gun wouldn’t be pointed at his face? Maybe. When you’re the Snalcon Lord, these things shouldn’t happen. But they do.]

Great, cops. I didn’t even get to do anything yet!

4. Changes (Goblin)

[If you told Gregg he was going to become a horrible monster he would have replied: wow when does that start and how much does it pay.

Too bad it doesn’t pay in cash.

It started when he noticed he couldn’t reach places he normally could. He tried telling himself ‘it’s normal, it’s fine’. Because who can afford to shrink and see a doctor in this economy?

But soon he found going out into the sun a pain. Not a ‘oh man I hate leaving my room and getting fresh air relatable’ kind of pain, a ‘hey that sun is starting to sting bad’ kind of pain.

Gregg about ran circles, moving every piece of furniture in his room before nightfall. Of course during his anxious gotta do everything state he didn’t pay much attention to his shoulders until going outside when he began to sprout spikes from his shoulders.

It hurt. Even when it broke through his leather jacket and made it look more punk rock. He’d grit his teeth and bare it for his new look. Like his fingernails. Or his weird changing ears.]

Yeah. This is bad. But it’s worth it to be punk.

[He was just halfway away from his abode as he kept trying to crawl out, doubled over in agony.

It sucked. He was such garbage. He couldn’t even take a few changes to his ears, face, and body. Thank god Angus wasn’t here to see this.]

This is all part of being punk rock, don’t worry...

4 I guess I'm just gonna tag all the change prompts

[adandyinspace]

Hey, if it's for punk rock.

[Look, it's not that Dandy doesn't care, it's just when you've seen this song and dance twice A MILLION TIMES, you sorta lose that initial panic you get when you see someone on the ground doubled over in pain. Been there, done that, he's pretty sure the guy's gonna live.

...So Dandy isn't sure why he's choosing to stick around. He sorta just stands above Gregg, hands in his pockets as he watches him...embody a music genre.]

I'd hate to see how you'd handle metal.

Ozu || The Tatami Galaxy

[mischievozu]

i.

[Waking up covered in injuries is probably something a troublemaker like Ozu is used to, but waking up on the side of a beach with no recollection of how he got here or where he was? Now, that's something new. It doesn't really put the man who's face reminded those around him of a youkai in a tough spot or anything, in fact his big, sharp toothed grin stays on his face as he pulls himself up to his feet and brushes the sand off his shorts.

He takes off, stepping in the sand towards the city, eager to see where the waves had taken him... only to be stopped barely ten feet away from the shore.

"Back off, monster! This isn't a place for the likes of you!"]

Now, now. There's no need to be so cruel! That's even meaner than-- woah!

[Just as Ozu was going to complain about his rude companion back home, he ducks low as a bullet whizzes right above his head like a scene from some kind of shitty film that a shitty upperclassman would have made. Only this was very, very real. And that fact is made known just as fast as the bullet flew, which has the monster looking fellow drop to his knees, looking up at the guard with sparkly, infatuated eyes.]

Oh, my! You're so cool, Officer! The way you hold that gun makes me "kyaahh"~

[......trying to flirt with an armed guard is never a good idea. Especially one that was prejudice against monsters and poor losers with faces not even their own mothers could love. And it's obvious with that gun being cocked again and pressed against the slightly trembling Ozu's forehead that it's.. a really lame plan.]

ii.

[Ozu has only been here for a couple of hours, and he's already adjusted to life in Ryslig wonderfully. After nearly getting killed by guards mistaking his mug as that of a changed monster, and having pamphlet after pamphlet explaining that he would be turning into a monster just like the weirdos he's been seeing walking the streets, Ozu's decided to just accept his new monster fate with open arms and an open mind.

...so that's why he's standing on top of a park bench, with an armful of flyers in one hand, shoving one in the faces of anyone who looked human walking by.]

You, there! Do you know about the curse? The curse that's been turning everyone into disgusting, horrifying, man-eating monsters for centuries?!

[He doesn't give them a chance to reply before he pulls the flyer back, an all-too friendly snicker rising from his throat.]

Don't believe me? Look at my face! I've already been cursed and you will be too!

ii

[barang]

[Yeah, aight. Sucy had been walking by, only to get a flyer stuffed right in her face, and some doofus going on and on about curses and disgusting monsters and...

... Actually his spiel is hitting a remarkable amount of her interests.]

Will this curse make my face as ugly as yours?

[Too bad she has nothing nice to say about it.]

Peter Quill | MCU

[zunesareawesome]

4a - Nymph (because why not 2)

Honestly, Peter wasn't sure if this really was some kind of big practical joke orchestrated by Rocket. But as time went on and there was no sign of his friends, annoyance turned to some serious bad vibes. He'd paid little attention to the monster thing, blowing it off, but enough people were taking it seriously enough for him to be just a bit worried.

Still, as he walked down the dark streets alone, it was way to quiet for him to be comfortable with, and he picked up the pace. Maybe they were all nuts, but maybe they--

--a weird shudder passed through him, like he was doused in cold water. And then at the same time--pain!?

"What the hell!?" Peter's shoes popped off, root-like tendrils practically exploding out of them, forming a sturdy sort of cylindrical 'foot', swirling as his legs seemed to grow in length, shredding the bottom of his pants. The roots moved, and it was the weirdest thing--it felt like they were searching for something. He needed something, he was hungry?

But it wasn't over--the same plant-like growth was overtaking his arms, too, vines and bark and branches either growing over his arms, or his arms were becoming that, it was hard to see. He stumbled over to the nearest building, it was difficult to walk like this. He could feel more bark climb to the sides of his face along the edges, and plant growth mixed in with his hair. He caught sight of his reflection in the window.

"He was contagious!? No way! I am Groot!"

4b - Merperson

Peter had gone down to Lake Dala that day out of a weird incessant need to go swimming. It was an annoying compulsion at the back of his mind that no matter what, he couldn't resist. Chalking it up to it being summer, he had a fairly excellent day of lying around and doing nothing, but as he was packing up his things on the beach as the sun went down and nighttime fell, he really wished he was back in the water when the changes hit.

All he could do was hold on, remembering what people had said and remembering that he'd laughed in their faces. The pain finally faded and he felt strangely heavy, and as he tried to get up, he simply flopped back down in the sand again. Oh great.

"...oh man, how am I supposed to dance now!?" A black-and-white orca tail was now in place of his lower half. He couldn't see it either, but all of his skin had taken on the texture and pattern of an orca's, and a dorsal fin had burst through the back of his jacket.

4a

[lastsonofgilead]

"I don't think it's a contagious thing, sai Groot."

And there stands 13' of werebear of the grizzly variety. His body is human enough, despite being covered in fur, but his head is very ursine and he has very long claws on his hands and feet. His eyes are bright yellow, but at least his voice still sounds like a human voice.

"It's something that happens to us all here."

Sucy Manbavaran | Little Witch Academia

[barang]

[1 - a, monsters only]

[Are you a monster? Yes?
Well then, congrats - you now have a small, ghostly girl either tapping your shoulder or tugging a sleeve.
She doesn't have much to say, though. But it's something with substance.]

Excuse me. You're a monster.
Would you be willing to donate any venom or poison you produce to a good cause?

[And with that question, she holds up a small bottle.]

I'll accept it millked from fangs or stingers, but if it's in your hair or something, that's fine, too.

[Sucy isn't even bothering to question if you're even venomous or poisonous. Any monster can be, and if she's lucky, maybe she ran into someone who is!]

[1 - b, ota]

[ON THE FLIP SIDE... maybe you're lucky and missed her earlier, but she's stopping you much later in the day - a bottle full of a thick, black ooze in one hand and the smallest, strangely nice smile on her face.
It swishes in the bottle like oil as she lifts it a bit, holding a hem of a shirt or sleeve or something to keep whoever she's speaking to in place.]

You don't look busy.

[That's all she says before uncorking her bottle and stuffing it in her poor victim's face, grin showing off rows of sharp, shark-like teeth.]

Taste this for me. It'll only burn for a second.
Maybe it'll make you grow wings and you can fly out of here, if you're really lucky?

[... It smells absolutely rancid.]

A!

[1019]

[Hmm? Why, yes, he is a monster - what's the pull for...

He thinks less about having his stride broken at the comment that that's why he's being tugged aside, until he he steps for a pivot and a look down and around to see...

An internal unamused sigh -- oh, good! Another spooky little girl, like he's still not got enough of a headache from the first one he met here!

She gets a hard snicker - tough luck, kiddo!]

Nahwww, I'm a vampire.

[A series of head-shakes boosted up by a shrug, as a couple of steps rock him around to stand further from but more facing her.]

We don't kill with that!

Captain Jack Harkness | Doctor Who/Torchwood

[faceofbeau]

[Newly Arrived]
"Oh for-"

It's not like it was the first time he'd been chased out of a town by pitchforks and torches- and he doubted it would be the last time, either- but it never got any less annoying. The fact that he was missing all his weaponry, including his Webley, just made it more so. Jack threw a look over his shoulder, keeping careful track of how close the nearest torch was getting, and- that was a little too close for comfort. Close enough that he imagined he could feel the heat of it singing the hairs on the back of his neck, and like hell he was going to let his hair burn. Death by fire was one of his least favorite deaths anyway; the smell of burning human skin and hair always lingered for far too long in his nostrils.

"For god's sake, I'm not a monster," he shouted back over his shoulder. Not that it did any good, the villagers only seeming to speed up behind him. Of course. Worth a try, though. Swearing under his breath, he poured on the speed, working to get a better lead. There'd been a time when running was his life- and it still was, in many ways- but he was a little out of practice when it came to it now.

He could use a little help here...


[What to Expect When You're Expecting]
One eyebrow arched as he looked down at the pamphlet the native was shoving at him, and he snorted a bit, unable to resist quipping, "Think I know what to expect. Been there, done that, and let me tell you, the morning sickness is hell."

The man gave him a flat, confused look. Jack rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Okay, I get it. You think anyone who shows up here is going to turn into some kind of monster." Which- he'd heard of crazier things in his time. Hell, he seen crazier, might even have perpetrated crazier himself. The thing was- "I don't need pamphlets, I need proof. Scientific research, studies- I need hard data. Not- propaganda."

He took the pamphlet with another sigh, flipping through it quickly. It was friendly, welcoming, designed to make its reader feel comfortable and to put them at ease with their situation. With their supposed upcoming transformation. It was light on any actual details, though: useless. The native had more pamphlets, looked ready to offer them; Jack cut him off.

"Look: is there anyone you can point me to who knows more than these things? Someone who's actually been through these changes you're talking about?"

[What to Expect When You're Expecting]

[desperatelyseekingshaun]

"You think it was hell for you?"

It's sarcastic, but amused sounding. The woman the voice belongs to is in a rather form-fitting blue jumpsuit. She's been pregnant; she remembers what morning sickness is like.

"It sounds like a fucked up FEV to me." She's still pissed. "I haven't seen it turn people into-" She pushes up the pamphlet Jack has, enough so she can see the monster on it "-bunnyipyips, just Super Mutants."

Nora | Fallout 4 (OTA, will match format)

[desperatelyseekingshaun]

[On the Beach]

Nora pushes herself up, coughing and swearing between coughs. She’s in a blue, form-fitting jumpsuit with the number 111 on the back. She gets to her feet, feeling for her holsters and finding none of them. She looks around, hoping one of her guns is nearby.

"Son of a bitch."

She starts scanning the beach, looking rather frantic. How far did she drift? What the hell even happened?

"Shaun?! Baby, where are you?!"

She starts running along the beach, looking for any sign of anyone, and calling out for Shaun every so often. That’s when she spots you. Monster or human, she’ll run over to you, and either way she’ll stay a bit off and watch you warily.

"Have you seen a little boy? He's 10, in a- a grey and white striped shirt and jeans. He’s my son. Please, have you seen him?"


[Bunnyipyips And You]

This is... ridiculous. She can’t think of a town that could be muddled into Ryslig, but it’s not like she knows everywhere in Rhode Island or Connecticut. Which is obviously where she is. And the monsters? Just another type of super mutants. These people? They’re just too far from any Vaults to know this is done by man and not some magical monster thing.

"Thanks, I can handle myself," she tells the native trying to offer her a place to stay.

Given the right tools, she can make trash into a house. She hasn’t seen the right tools in the small amount of time she’s been here. But there’s got to be regular tools somewhere, scrap metal, scrap wood. Not that she’s going to stick around. Once she figures out where she is, she’s going back to the Commonwealth.

"What I really need is a drink," she mutters to herself.

That and maybe a place to wash the sand out of her vault suit. Form-fitting suit and sand? Not a good combination.

[Ch-ch-ch-changes (Give me a monster in the header)]

She’s been warned about becoming a monster. It’s crap. The local lab isn’t working on the FEV, and it’s not even part of Vault-Tech. Given the number of people she’s seen, the virus has to be mostly dormant, even if it’s mutated. The first day the fog rolls in, though, she starts feeling strange.

She tells herself it’s just in her head, that being trapped with these people is driving her crazy, that they’re basically brainwashing her. She won’t turn into a 'monster'. She hasn’t started to feel the effects of radiation sickness, therefore it’s not happening.

But then she feels something inside of her moving. She screams as she starts turning.

[Wildcard]

[Make something up.]

Changes! | How about Gargoyle

[chocolaterazor]

[Here's a "monster" whose testimony would defy science, an aesthetically feline robot that walks upon digitigrade "prosthesis" roaming the streets as the fog changes people.

Hoo boy, probably better not to attempt interrupting during the scream-in-utter-agony phase. Not out of apathy though.]

Harry Potter | <- (OTA, will match format)

[crux_ofmylife]

1

[Did he expect to be dead? Yes. Did he expect to wake up on a beach, feeling the salt water stinging various places of him, with a mouth of sand? No.

He pushes himself up, coughing the sand out and looking around for his glasses. He finds them, coated with sand, and rinses them off in the surf. Robes, check. Invisibility cloak, gone. Wand, also missing. Okay, so… he’s got pain from scraps and the like, he’s soaked, and needs his glasses still. Clearly, he’s not dead, unless being dead is a little stranger than being a ghost would have been..]

Right. Then where am I?

[He gets to his feet and looks around. This isn’t somewhere he recognizes, but he sees the lights in the distance. He starts heading toward them.]


2

[He’s been surrounded by locals, a number of them shoving pamphlets at him but most of them offering up different things. This isn’t the first time he’s been crowded like this before, but this is the first time he’s seen fear in the eyes of the people doing it.]

Thank you, I’ll go and read these. No, no, I’m fine I don’t need a place to stay. Lovely offers, really, but I’m fine. Promise.

[He tries to back away from them, but they just keep going with him, despite his polite refusals. Help him?]


Wildcard

[Make something up.]

First one-

[soft_focus]

[Out of all the lights, two in particular will begin to make themselves more obvious. Blinding and bright, the stand out not unlike the headlights of a car, and Harry could well find himself blinded...if not for the fact that the lights shut off with a tap, the goggles they came from lifted upward until they are both in the dark.

They, as it seems, is some tall young woman who looks a bit...off in the shadows. Especially once other lights-fainter, and multicolored, like a fiber optic lamp, define themselves from within the former shine. They accent what could be grass and flowers, a watery green showing beneath all that glows.

It is a child who speaks.] Ummm...

...Did you just get here...?

Peter "Pepper" Minthia | OC

[royalmint]

One.

[As he woke up prone instead of standing upright, Pepper wondered if he'd fainted. He'd been in the middle of one of the most important days of his life, after all...his father was resigning from his position as King, and he was being crowned King of Perovskia in his stead. He knew the nerves were bad, but they couldn't have possibly been this bad...right? He'd remembered not to lock his knees and everything once he got up those first few steps, so what had happened?

He lifts his head and sputters, spitting out sand and using a gloved hand to wipe off his face as he pushes himself up to his knees. Sand isn't unusual but...he can hear the ocean, and that's. Not right. Not when the kingdom is on a mountain and nowhere near any oceans. Streams and lakes maybe, but...

His brow furrows when the scent of gunpowder hits him, and it's enough to jumpstart him into wobbling to his feet. He's an incredibly tall fellow, so when he stands it's like a baby giraffe learning to walk for the first time, staggering in the sand until he can get his bearings and vigorously shake the sand out of his hair. He looks to the sand beyond the water, and he sees people, and...creatures of the likes he's never seen, but he has to speak to someone. So whoever you are on the sand with him, you might be approached by a man dressed to the nines in a uniform that's soggy with seawater and there might be a couple crabs in his pockets he didn't actually check for.]

U-um- pardon, hello? Can I speak to you a moment, please? It's fairly urgent-

Four. - Pooka

[Pepper had been here for far longer than he expected or wanted. There was an entire city out there with people that needed a leader and he wasn't there to guide them, and that became a hot iron of guilt that turned in his stomach every day, causing a constantly festering sore spot that would probably not be leaving any time soon. And Amelia, too...he wondered how she was doing. She was probably running herself ragged, looking for him.

And here he was, digging burrows like some kind of madman.

He'd begun his changes a few weeks ago, and they came with all the blood and horror that you would have expected. Being someone who can't really take the sight of blood...Pepper was lucky to not be living alone, so when he inevitably passed out in a pool of his own blood both from loss and just from sheer concentrated No, someone was able to help him. Now he had two stark white rabbit ears instead of the ones he'd had before, as well as snowy white fur covering most of the rest of his body. His hands and feet had started to change into paws, and with that came the urge to dig. He was afraid of heights more than anything, so now more than ever the close confines of the underground made him feel safe.

Pepper had just popped out of the dirt as some other monster had been walking by, blinking as they accidentally kick dirt back into his hole.]

Oh, excuse me! I hope I didn't disturb a place that didn't belong to me...I thought I made sure this area was vacant...

[silenceofthesheep]

[Gregg is an expert on waking up where he shouldn't. And boy is he wet and just gotten out of his stint as playing as Chickenman a few moments earlier.

As he's looking around the beach and just generally kicking up the sand when he sees the tallest guy in his life. That's a tall dude for some rubbery thing. And looks like some kind of candy. Gregg would probably eat him if he didn't know better.

Looks like this guy has a problem getting authority's attention. He can fix that.]

Hey looks like you got kidnapped too.

Need getting this guy to listen to you? [Turns to Crab Pockets and flails.] EFF the police!!!

Star Butterfly | Star vs. the Forces of Evil

[ilovepuppies]

4A: Slime

Okay, stranded in a weird world full of literal monsters with no magic, no wand, and no way to get home. Star cant really think of any situations worse than this off the top of her head, but she's sure she's dealt with worse. Maybe.

Honestly, her least favorite part right now has gotta be the heat. It's SO HOT. SO MISERABLE. She doesn't even want to go outside. Unfortunately, the bridge she's squatting under doesn't have much in the way of air-conditioning, so she's spending her time zipping from one cool shop interior to the other. She never gets to stay long because the proprietors don't have much patience for teenagers with no money to spend.

"UGGGGGHHH," She groans as she trudges down the street next to you. "I'm SO HOT. I feel like I could just melt, right here!"

With a dramatic flair, Star leans against a wall to catch her breath, but when she tries to stand up straight again, part of her arm stays stuck to the wall.

"Wh- what the heck!?" She yelps, as her arm stretches like putty, slowly melting to the ground. "I really AM melting!"

4B: Still a slime

Star is now fully transparent, every bit of her as bright teal as her dress. She leaves a trail of blue-green slime in her wake as she slithers out of a craft store, arms full of little containers of glitter. Grinning to herself, she unscrews one of the lids and... oh god, she's eating glitter. She's actually eating an entire tub of glitter. Somebody stop this kid.

4A

[zunesareawesome]

Peter has seen a lot of things. A lot of weird things. He's made some weird things.

He stops dead in his tracks when he sees a girl leaning against a wall and her arm just sorts of melts to the ground.

He looks perfectly normal, except for the two large, sturdy-looking, ivory-and-gray horns sticking out of his head, and long, bovine-like ears in place of his own. He's wearing a t-shirt in this heat and holding his red jacket in one hand.

"Hey! Hey kid, are you okay?"

Maya Fey | Ace Attorney + Prof. Layton vs. AA

[missleadingquestions]

TWO

Wait, but, what's a Bunny-yip-yip?

[Asks Maya, perplexed at the number of pamphlets in her hand, calling after one pamphlet-giver as another gets right up in her face, this time a cult member insisting someone such as herself must be a new priestess of the Fog.]

Wh-- no, no, I'm an acolyte for something el--

[Despite her protests, the cult member leans into her space and even touches her arm, causing Maya to hug her pamphlets to her chest. She stares wide-eyed at the cult member before looking to the side, attempting to lock eyes with any passerby for a way out.

...Care to help?]

FOUR - Werewolf

[Ah, the dog days of summer. It's just not a fun time to be covered in fur. Maya's hair has grown out longer, thicker, and curlier, and while her tail curls like an Akita's, she's got the fur length of a Pomeranian and bulky limbs. It's a perfect time to pretend you care about swimming and fashion and such, so Maya's ready at the lake, prepared to bother all who dwell within it.

Oh, and she's dragged you along as well.

Tail wagging quick behind her, Maya yips and asks--]

C'mon! You're getting in with me, right?

Four!

[barang]

[It's a damn good thing Sucy's used to being pulled along like this, but that doesn't mean she's gotta like it.
Mostly because she's not the swimming type.

Despite being a Mer. A weedy, gross Mer - but a Mer.]

Uh... No, thanks. I'll just dip my feet in, instead.

["You're gonna smell like wet dog in two seconds" goes unsaid, of course. She's trying to be nice, if only because Maya's the closest thing to an Akko replacement in this whole damn place.
Congrats on being bumped up to protag status, Maya.]

Lady Deirdre Skye | Sid Meier's Alpha Centauri

[planetdeath]

One

[This place... it is not Earth, charred and ruined. It is not Planet, blooming and spreading. But there is sand, and breathable air, so it may as well do for now. The wind blows, but brings no chill with it. It feels like the air before a storm, the smell of salt and ozone catching somewhere, perhaps not far off. There are lights in the distance, a soft glow, and Deirdre cannot be certain what is causing it. Electricity, perhaps, but bio-luminescence is a possibility. Shapes move along the shore, in the distance, and she wonders what sort of shapes they might be.

Until she knows for sure, she stands in the tidal pool she's found herself in, watching the waves crash closer and small shelled mollusks scuttle around the rocks.]

You're in an awful hurry, aren't you. [She speaks aloud, not caring particularly if she's heard or not.]

Two
[There are people here. Perhaps she should not be so surprised. There are people everywhere, it seems. Have they too escaped the ruined shell of their home, or are they lucky enough to not have ruined this one yet. They pass along pamphlets to her, and what may be more surprising is the fact that she can read them. It seems these pamphlets aren't particularly helpful, but she collects them all, anyway, wanting to see how these strangers describe themselves, what they consider important. Bunnyips, it seems.]

Are there any other creatures who inhabit this… peninsula, I see-- besides the ones listed here? [It must be so. There'd hardly be enough diversity to support a population of this size without ample vegetation and fauna to feed from it.] I'd assume so, but it's much better to know. [Unless, of course, they don't know, either, and then she'd just have to find out for herself all the same.] Though you might disagree. [If these pamphlets are any judge.]

1

[desperatelyseekingshaun]

[Nora's head snaps in the direction of the voice.]

A bit. I'm looking for my son.

[She calls back and then starts jogging her way closer.]

But from the look of things, you've woken up on the beach, same as I did.

Nugget | Kindergarten (CW: Intense Gore)

[mightykidsmeal]

A - Kindergarten 2?

[Hm. This doesn’t look like a new school. Or anywhere familiar. A tiny child rises up from the sand, blinking as they look around, and nonchalantly wipes the taste of grit from their tongue with the ‘cleanest’ part of their arm.]

What is this place that Nugget fell to?

[Nugget, as the boy calls himself, waddles about for a moment… but then decides that perhaps it’s just better if Nugget waits for someone else to approach and answer.]

---
B - Chicken Dinner

Nugget is still displeased by this... Fog God’s vision of irony.

[There Nugget was, minding Nugget’s own business as always- when downy fluff flecked with tiny pinfeathers sprouted from his skin (except the face) after some pressure and a bit of blood. Oh and more blood as little yet strong claws uprooted Nugget’s nailbeds. Bones snapped and crunched as they twisted into extra feathery scaly talons, slipping out from the child’s shoes and rending apart now bloody socks.

….Nugget’s fluff is white and brown and yellow. Nugget is a chicken? A baby one. What else could Nugget be that has feathers?

It is not a hindrance to keeping an adoration for chicken nuggets. Changes were dealt with and Nugget moved on quickly. That is simply what Nugget thinks while… almost happily chewing on the fresh meat of the human corpse laid out in pieces before him. If anyone wants the head, it’s sprawled off the side entirely separated from the body with an eye half-gouged from its socket and an ear torn off.

No real explanation for why. Instincts made the process messier than Nugget prefered. And so judging from Nugget’s front and soft down being generously splotched with more red, the obvious fact this tiny chick monster made such a vicious kill the old-fashioned way can’t be avoided.]

But Nugget is happy that Nugget can smell this more often.

[Which might be for a while, when Nugget’s eating habits are clearly just as messy as Nugget’s hunting skills.]

---
C - Wild Monstermon Card!

[Got something else in mind? Come at me!]

B

[false_oracle]

She only makes us into what we are inside. So you must be a chicken inside.

[Magus is mostly ethereal, save for his head and forearms. And he floats above the ground. Because he can.]

Why are you calling yourself by your name?

John Hancock | Fallout 4

[goodneighborsghoul]

1) Arrival
[If he had caps for every time he found himself facedown in a weird place, he'd probably be rich. Then again, finding himself attached to a somewhat crazy former Vault dweller would do that to you in general. Being dragged half across the Commonwealth searching for her son. This... this was different though.

Lifting up his head, he coughed out some of the sand in his mouth before reaching for the hat that had been knocked off of his head. A familiar sound met his ears as he moved, and he looked up to see someone pointing a shotgun at him.]

Hey doll, I'm not here to cause trouble. I don't know why I'm here.

2) Pamphlets
[Finding some people near where he woke up, they seemed nice... didn't even give him much of a second glance even though he was a ghoul. They handed him some pamphlets that were interesting about monsters, and etc.

He could only laugh.]

If you haven't noticed kids, I'm already a monster.

Etc) Or hit me with something else!

2

[faceofbeau]

You don't look like much of a monster to me, handsome.

[And no, he is absolutely, 100% not being sarcastic. It's clear by his wide grin and lecherous wink that he means it completely.]

mari ohara | love live! SUNSHINE!!!

[glowshine]

four - slime

[ Call it a streak of weird luck, but Mari has gone on pretty well without major hiccups in her life taking place. When the Fog rolls in on one particular evening, she has found herself undergoing a change she never... Really... Expected....

And one she sure as Hell didn't want.

The result of which can be seen the next day or so later when she is more or less trying not to slip through the slats in a park bench. Her body has turn into something of a purpleish-pinkish-blueish ooze in the wake of actual skin. She has more or less become her own drippy mess of a dress with a protruding crown atop her head like the feelers of a nudibranch.

She's elegant for a land-dwelling seaslug. That's for sure. Her "sleeves" wobble and flutter as she touches her face and tries to fix some semblance of her hair. In the center of her chest beneath all of the goo sits a bright red heart. Her expression has fallen to something of a frown and-- ]

Oh, no...! [ Her fingers just dripped their way off and into her lap. Mari shakes her hand in the air. ] Come back!

Excuse me! Um-- Can you do me a favor...!

[royalmint]

[Being the Pooka that he now is slowly becoming, Pepper had been spending nearly all day digging up the park. He can't really help it, see, not when one of the first instincts he acquired was wanting to dig burrows and just stay in them for not much reason other than them being there. They were comforting somehow, he didn't know. But being a rabbit meant that he could hear a lot better than he used to, and as he's loping by he hears the sound of a young girl cry out with surprise, one long, white ear swiveling to face her.

Of course, Pepper's never seen a slime before. Or a seaslug, for that matter. Understandably, he is...quite shocked, seeing her struggling to sit on that bench and just oozing her way back into herself.]

Oh my goodness!

[Pepper makes a bee-line for Mari, sitting back on his haunches once he's made it to her side. He holds his paws out but doesn't touch her, not really sure what to...do...to help.]

Are you alright?

Pom | Pom Gets WiFi

[periodbloodmicrowave]

a. bavan, somewhere

[ So getting used to the human body has been a major adjustment for Pom. And now she's being thrown a loop with the whole extra transformation thing. That's very scary and important, but she could care less at the moment. Right now, she's staring at "So You're Turning Into A Bear Trout," with more and more disgust on her face as she reads. ]

wtf

[ She shrugs after skimming it, throwing it over her shoulder. Her eyes happen to cross with someone directly nearby, and starts talking without so much as a "hello." ]

can u even believe this

all that talk about a bear and theres no lemon involved in there

what a ripoff

i want my money bak

[ If anything, she probably lifted it off someone else. ]

b. network

< yaoi-hands >

ok so having this im thing is nice

but how do i get to the other sites on this

i havent checked my tumfur account in awhile and i need to!!!!!

i have an rp reply waiting on me and i cant let my partner get left hanging!!!!!!!!

Iskandar | Fate/Zero

[tobehold]

ONE

[ Most people might wonder why on earth they wake up on a new beach feeling like they got hit by a train. Iskandar however is not one of those people. Though he coughs to clear his throat the man is quick to feet. The absurdly tall fellow he is, still wrapped up in bright red cape, finds himself less concerned with the whys and the wheres. Instead for a moment he's staring out at the ocean with a smile on his face. ]

So, my time is finished in one land only to be summoned to another. [ The rubs his chin, twisting a bit of his beard between his fingers as he does so. ] Can't say this is what I expected. Hmmmm.....

[ Musing to himself is all well in good but it isn't long until his laughter, boisterous and confidant, rings out. He turns on his heel and gazes at the lights of the city in the distance. ]

Very well! [ He thuds a fist against his chest. ] I accept the challenge of conquering this land!

TWO

[ For a man whose claimed that he's going to conquer the land he's actually done very little within his time so far. He's been polite to those he meets and often offers the locals a chance to join him. None take the offer but he doesn't lash out. In fact when they seem to throw pamphlets at him, he even makes sure to express a hint of gratitude for their willingness to help.

Now the problem was he was left seated on a bench trying to go through titles. While there were many helpful things like "Bunnyipyips And You" and "Becoming a fur bearing trout" have seemed to given him pause. The moment he notices someone who doesn't look like a local walk by he calls out. ]

You! I need a moment of your time. [ He waves one of the joke pamphlets in front of him. ] What sort of use is this supposed to be?

FOUR/MINOTAUR

[ When the fog rolls around, Iskandar does not hide. He does not seem to have any fear for himself or his safety. even when the changes start they start small. Small enough that it doesn't warrant his concern. Bright red fur growing along the back of his neck and down his spine does make him roll his shoulders. A discomfort but it doesn't seem to stop the man.

It's when his head begins to hurt. The feel of what he imagined having a head split open might be like. There's solid bumps on the side of his head that he is determined to ignore for the time. That ignoring is short lived as a few moments later, the skin rips and all at once horns grow out from his skull. Sweeping out to the side akin to bull. The shock hits Iskandar and the man falls to a knee. ]

Hnng...guess I should have seen that one coming. [ He rubs the sides of his head in an attempt to wipe away the still flowing blood. Despite the pain this newfound change earns a grin. ] If this is an attempt to slow me down it shall take much more than this.

Two

[chocolaterazor]

At this point?

[The cat-like robot steals another glance at the joke pamphlets. People still make those? Must be very dedicated to that running gag.]

Just a time waster. You might as well get rid of those specific ones.

Rosch | Radiant Historia | Returning Monster (Werewolf)

[courage_and_claws]

SCENARIO TWO

[This all feels so... disconcertingly familiar. Everything from the strained smiles to the silent glares, right down to the pamphlets being shoved toward his face... Rosch knows that this has all happened before!

The sudden realization hits him, along with a wave of dizziness. He wobbles, puts a hand to his forehead, as though it pains him. This is just like when he first arrived! It's like he's somehow managed to jump back in time, to before he became a monster.

Did Stocke ever get this disoriented whenever he used the power of the White Chronicle?

That's right! Stocke! He was—

A helpful local brave enough to approach asks the seven-foot-tall soldier if he's all right. Rosch probably does look a bit pale right now. He whirls, bearing down on the hapless local.]

Hey! Have you seen a shady looking guy dressed all in red? [Like Rosch is right now.] Blond hair, about this high?

[Rosch raises his mechanical left arm (which looks awfully battered) to about the level of his chest. The local, unfortunately, doesn't seem to know anything. Rosch waves him off, his eyes scanning the crowd of people milling about, trying to catch sight of that tell-tale scarf...]

SCENARIO FOUR (Werewolf Changes)

[Vandare. The Devil's Nest. The destination is burned in Rosch's mind and he pursues it doggedly. Stocke and the boss will surely be there! They have to! Never mind the feeling of unease gnawing at the edges of his thoughts: he can stop and worry about the situation once he's reunited with Stocke and the rest of the 'Nesters.

But he'll never make it before night falls. Dammit, why did he have to get dropped all the way in Bavan, huh? These so-called "gods" just loved to make his life miserable, didn't they?

The huge soldier leans against a nearby wall, catching his breath. He's been running all day long, and with the sun going down...]

Shit... [Rosch wrenches his eyes shut as the familiar pain works its way up his spine. His right hand scrapes across the brick wall, nails lengthening into claws. There are deep gouges left in their wake.] Keep it together, just a bit longer. It'll all be over soon...

[Hopefully, the alleyway is secluded enough were no one will bother him, and he can go through his nightly change in peace.

Or not...]

WILDCARD

[Choose your own adventure!]

FOUR

[atjourneysend]

[The thing about having a sunlight weakness is that it freaking sucks. Though she was forced to adapt her sleeping schedule, Raynie makes a point of staying up past sunrise during fog days. Not that you can compare the real sun to pale glimpses through a gloomy veil of mist, but it's better than nothing.

Unfortunately, Raynie's yet to iron out the kinks of this particular change and the fog was shorter this time. She ended up getting stuck as a statue, much to her embarrassment. It's been hours before the shadows moved enough for her to wake up and find shelter.

So there she is, finally out of her hidey-hole, ready to make her way through the maze of alleys back to civilization.]

Gonna take a cloak next time, don't care how hot it gets – huh?

[Another unlucky monster, seems like. Raynie's eyes wince and sympathy and she's about to give him some privacy when he turns around enough for her to see his face. It takes another moment for it to register fully, as she maps the werewolf's features, separating human from monstrous and comparing them to the image in her memory, but there's no mistake. The build, the voice, the gauntlet - ]

Oh, HELL!

[…guess what, Rosch. Raynie's here too!

She's a flying lizard now.]

Methos | Highlander: the Series

[findingmyself]

[i - return]

[He's not a new arrival, and as a result, Methos feels a certain level of... not quite invisibility precisely, but something an awful lot like it, in comparison with all of the new arrivals crowding town. It's that time again, and locals are noticing existing monsters so much less than they're noticing the new crop -- probably figuring they've missed the chance to make first impressions with someone already fully transformed, if he doesn't miss his guess.

Fine by him. He can always keep an eye out for a newcomer looking lost. He flatters himself to think that being small and skinny and blue, he looks rather less intimidating than a great big monster spider or bull would to a new arrival.

So. Out and about in town, he spots someone with the telltale lost and confused look in their eye.]

You there! Bit lost, are you? Let me guess, you've heard all about the bunyipyips and nothing about where to find a bite to eat, am I right?

[ii - magic mondays]

[He's been out of things for months, and while he didn't feel the time passing while he was gone, he does feel... dulled, somewhat, skills rusty and reflexes slowed. So naturally, that means tonight it's time for magic practice!

It's a calm and quiet night, at least in most parts of Ryslig, but here at the edge of the woods, there's a localized windstorm. Methos starts off just sitting in the branches of a tree, humming to himself as he whips a light breeze into a directionless knot of swirling gusts, then starts guiding it into more controlled and elaborate shapes, watching as dust and a few detached leaves swirl high in the air, forming an obviously artificial loop as the wind maneuvers far more tightly than nature ought to do.

Let's see the meteorologists in Bavan contend with this!]

i

[crux_ofmylife]

[Harry smiles a little.]

Yeah, a bit lost. I'd been told about the Bunyipyip, but someone else told me about this place called the Kit-Tea-Kate Café.

Eponine - Les Mis

[lutin]

1. Arrival

"Mon Dieu!" The last thing she remembered seeing was a gun. The gun, and Marius. That's why…
She scrambles backwards, away from the gun, cursing the sand that makes her soggy boots, already much too big, slide beneath her. It takes a moment of sheer stumbling away from the strange man shouting abuse at her before Eponine actually stops and looks around. The gun, yes, perhaps, from the barricades. But this is not the barricades. This isn't even the street. From the looks of things, it's not even Paris. So where is she?

Eponine sinks down on the sand, and pulls off her ragged overcoat. Her flatcap is long gone, so her tangled hair falls into her eyes, as she looks down in quiet amazement at the sand around her. It's more yellow than mud, and not quite as dirty, she decides. Carefully, she picks up a handful, and lets it run through her fingers and her palms. A palm in which should be pierced a bullet hole.

Sand forgotten, she stares at her unmarked palm. She turns her hand over, and holds it to her eyes, as if the lack of blemish is a trick of the light. But no, there is nothing. And no hole in her chest, her back. No pain.

Eponine hacks a hoarse cough. Is it possible that she's in heaven? She looks around for someone to ask, and when she sees them, she says,
"Is this heaven after all?"

3

She ends up in Dyster, amongst the bonfires and the worshippers. How she got here remains a mystery that doesn't bear thinking about. So she doesn't.

Instead, she gets as close to a bonfire as she can, and reaches out a hand to warm herself against the cold. Idly, she watches the worshippers singing and dancing. It all looks so jolly. After a while, she finds herself joining in, her voice cracked and guttural, low against the jubilation from other people's lips.

Wildcard

Whatever you fancy!

(ooc: Eponine's been here before but if I bring her back, I would rather start her from scratch, I think.)

3

[false_oracle]

Magus has been in Dyster for a bit when he sees Eponine walk in. She's not one of the residents, at least not one he's seen before. He sees her getting caught up in the singing and dancing and lets her for a bit before floating over to her and touching her arm.

He's mainly ethereal, except for his head and (heavily gloved) forearms and hands. He's grey skinned, blue haired, red eyed, and has pointed ears.

"You look new."

Hermione Granger - Harry Potter

[sortedpriorities]

1
"Pfft!" Hermione spits out the mouthful of sand, and immediately pushes herself up, dragging her soaked hair from out of her eyes.

"Ron? Harry?" She calls out, frantically patting her pockets for her wand. How did the apparation go so wrong? And where is her wand?

Finally, she spots it in the sand, and goes to grab it. Except -

"Oh." She really hopes that person didn't see her or the boys using magic to get here.


2

As she walks through town, Hermione actually stops to collect the leaflets offered to her.
"It's fascinating really," her high pitched voice drifts through the air from her seat on the bench in the square.
"All of these people turning into monsters, without potions or transfiguration to do it? There has to be some sort of spell to undo it all." She bends her head to read one of the leaflets, before screwing it up and dropping it in a trash bin. "Now that really is too ridiculous to believe."


Wildcard
Hit me!

2

[crux_ofmylife]

Harry catches that voice and stops in his tracks. And when he hears her voice again, he heads that way, jogging lightly to try and find her as quickly as possible. He sees her when she drops the crumpled one into the trash.

"Hermione!" He's 18, a few months outside of the battle at the school.

Aramat Drawdes | Alabaster

[scalpedsociety]

01: arrival | flames so hot that they burn blue

[She doesn't remember how she got on the beach or who-what attacked her. But the first few steps out the watery part of the shore are hard but Aramat manages to pick herself up and walk. A shoreline and lights mean there has to be a city or at least a village nearby willing to see her and her wounds.

But her steps are slow, methodical. She doesn't really trust whatever civilization awaiting her if she walks too far. She tries to think about how she could've been brought here, how she has all these cuts and scrapes.

Her mind still goes blank.]

02: pamphlets | but I'm just a soul whose intentions are good/oh lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

[As soon Aramat gets sort of used to daily life within the town, some of the residents have treated her like some sort of vengeful demigodness or eldritch being of the town. They even go through the trouble of giving her various 'helpful' pamphlets detailing what she will become eventually.

Some are a sort of sobering reminder that she is about to become the very thing she was was taught to be careful around and others... are sort of ridiculous.]

Just what in the hell is a 'Fur Bearing Trout'? That sort of sounds like an insult.

04: the change | waiting the hour of reprisal/your time slips away

[They kept telling her the change would be painful, but oh, oh they did not warn her enough about it. She always said that she loved nature, and if possible she wanted to become one with the plants... but she didn't mean it like this. Never like this...

She couldn't move, couldn't even speak, the pain froze her on the floor.

Her veins, her arteries, her very nerves are on fire with pain, growing in, filling in her blood with poison. The whites of her eyes turning green, the hazel in her irises becoming a full leafy green. Her very nails becoming branches, waxy tough leaves painfully growing in... but in was the small budding flower that confirmed it: a white little oleander.]

05: wildcard

[do watcha want.]

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[parenthesized]

[ A short, sudden burst of laughter. Should Aramat look for its source, there's a young teen... something-or-other... nearby. A demon? She's a good bit more colorful than is exactly traditional--the horns are striped orange and yellow, the bat wings an iridescent blue, eyes sporting both yellow sclerae and red irises--and while it's unclear if the blue lashes and lips are makeup or natural, the same point stands. Her hairless tail lacks the traditional spade-tip as well, though it makes up for that lack by being a good six foot long and wriggling unceasingly. ]

You know it does?? Never thought about it like that before! Think it's some kinda joke. Or the local humans don't know shit, could be either. ...Huh. I don't remember if I ever got the fur-trout pamphlet. Is it one of the good ones or lame?

[ The creature crowds into Aramat's personal bubble to read over her shoulder. With teeth like an angler fish's (except bigger) and the tail quickly having several near-misses with Aramat's head, the crowding might be even less welcome than merely the usual "Vriska you're being annoying stop that". ]

Craig Boone | Fallout: New Vegas

[thumbsdown]

Scenario Two:

[Boone isn't really a people person. He can tolerate company, sure. But he's suspicious by nature, and these strangers are being far too nice to him. Mostly he's been offered leaflets and even a book on various monsters, but there's been food offered too and even an old pendant of some kind pressed into his hands. The man who gave it to him scurried away before Boone could give it back, so he's shoved it into his pocket along with a couple of those leaflets and has taken to skimming through one about fur bearing trouts. Mostly because the idea of a fish with fur sounds ridiculous and he's hoping there's a picture included. He's still walking, with one eye on where he's going so he doesn't bump into anyone, but every so often he takes a leaflet or a piece of food that he's been given and thrusts it at someone passing by. At some point, he even offers up that pendant. He doesn't want it, it means nothing to him.]

Hey, you want this?

[He's not insistent like the natives, and he doesn't seem to want anything in return. He's just tired of having his pockets weighed down by biscuits and pamphlets.]

Scenario Four: Harpy

[By the time he starts to change, Boone has sort of accepted it's going to happen. Not in the sense that he's ready for it, but there's a dull resignation to his fate. It's inevitable, and he's seen proof of it. Transforming into something else isn't entirely unheard of where he's from, but he sure as hell would remember seeing a giant half-spider walking around. He only wonders what he'll become, and if he'll be able to live with whatever he'll have to do to survive. He's lived with a lot, but it already just about broke him once. If it wasn't for a chance encounter with an overly friendly courier, maybe he'd already be dead.

It starts off slow, with traits that aren't immediately identifiable to him. Long claws... he's seen plenty of those. They don't hurt, they're just annoying to work with. His vision has always been good, but now he doesn't even need his scope to see things from far away. Again, he's not quite sure what it could be. It's only when he starts to grow wings that it becomes clear, gold and brown feathers sprouting from his back. They haven't even fully grown by the time his talons show up.

So here's a very disgruntled guy hobbling around on talons he isn't used to, with two very obvious lumps underneath the shirt he's wearing. It's like awkward teenage years, only for harpies. And if he catches anyone staring at him, Boone just narrows his eyes at them in a way that might have been threatening if he wasn't waddling.]

You got a problem? Keep walking.

[He's pissed off enough without people potentially mocking him for it, too. He's normally more resilient to that kind of thing, but he's feeling especially touchy about it today. Maybe that's part of the process, too.]

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[desperatelyseekingshaun]

[The passerby in question has one of those distinctive blue vault suits on.]

No, thanks. Really.

[She holds her hands up, trying to politely refuse yet another offer. And it's a second before she realizes he's reading over one of those leaflets.]

Did you... just wake up here, too?