TEST DRIVE MEME: MAY/JUNE

[ryslighelpers]

TDM: MAY/JUNE

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 is making all the cuts and scrapes on your skin 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 on the more informative end of the scale. 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 readers saying they're lies, or pointing out good "jokes."

Then there are 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.

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Steven Durante | Original Character (Changeling the Lost)

[fingersandteeth]

ONE:

What the hell?

This-- was not his beautiful freehold. It couldn't have looked less like Balboa Park if it tried. And while beaches were something that Steven was very familiar with, having grown up on the California coast, this was not a Californian beach. He can tell that much even with the grime smeared on his glasses.

He pushes himself up until he's sitting, then moves to see if wiping them off with the tails of his shirt will make them any better or worse. And then freezes stock still.

His hands. For the first time in the better part of a decade. Are completely, totally human.

"What the hell?" he breathes out loud.

TWO:

By this point in time, sitting at a table at a local sidewalk cafe, Steven has acquired new and clean clothing, a briefcase, directions to the nearest reputable boarding house, directions to the nearest gay bar, a notebook, multiple kinds of writing utensils, and a stack of pamphlets which he's slowly and methodically going through, taking notes as he goes.

He stops when he reaches one labeled You might be turning into a Faerie if...

"No," he says flatly, staring down at the line drawing of a six-armed insect person. "Anything but that."

FOUR:

Steven stares at his reflection in the darkened shop window. His ears were back to normal. His hands were back to normal. His teeth... were still human teeth, but he wasn't too upset about that. It wasn't as if he was going by his Court usename here after all and there were things that having nice, blunt human teeth definitely made easier.

The antennae, though-- those were definitely new. And he had a terrible suspicious as to what was causing the aching pain in his back.

"Of course," he mutters, half to himself. "I'm a damn faerie. That just-- figures."

Cynthia | Pokemon (games) | OTA

[icecreamchampion]

[Scenario 1]

The first thing that comes to mind for Cynthia upon her arrival is that this isn't Sinnoh. Or Unova. Most certainly not Pasio. Or anywhere else she's found herself in her big wide open world.

She picks herself up, and immediately feels herself being heavy. She's drenched head to toe, and long pants and a full-length coat soak up a lot of water. With a grunt, she pulls off the latter, holding it over one arm and exposing her bare arms to the open air. Cynthia shivers—it's bitingly cold.

She's on a beach somewhere, that's certain. The fog makes it difficult to see much beyond that, however. So there's really only one course for Cynthia to take.

"Hello? Is anyone out there?!"

Who knew what was waiting for her in this strange place? But that was a risk she had to take, if there was indeed help to be found. In mere moments, she'll discover her Pokéballs are missing, and that will be another frustration to contend with.

[Scenario 2]

Ah, civilization. Cynthia is more at home here... or at least, at home as much as she can be, in a world without her Pokémon among people who are certain that she's about to eat them.

And pamphlets! Something to read is definitely her territory, and she begins consuming them faster than any food might be offered. Anything to get information on her new surroundings, and uncover the mystery of why she's been brought here.

Except now she's hit a brick wall.

The extent of information that's contained in leaflets and brochures is only so much. So she's decided to ask for something heavier.

"Excuse me... do you have any more substantial volumes? A history book of some sort, perhaps?"

[Scenario 4]

It comes when she's not expecting it whatsoever. Just walking around one day, when she feels something sharp against her lip. Pausing, she opens her mouth and rolls her tongue against her top row of teeth.

Fangs. Not just sharp teeth, but a whole row of sharp, serrated teeth that she has to take care not to cut her tongue with. She pulls away with it, instead feeling them delicately with her fingers. They're on the bottom row too.

"Fascinating," she says to herself. Unbeknown to her, as she says this, her skin has also become less smooth looking. Rough, instead, like the hide of a shark. But those are the extent of her changes.

Matthew "Rickety Cricket" Mara | It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia

[crickety]

A. Washed Up

The first thing Cricket thinks when he wakes up soaking wet is that he has to have been dumped into the Schuylkill River and left for dead. Again. (Jeez, people really are getting nasty out there these days.) The second thing he thinks is that at least he's sort-of bathed now, so he won't have to go use the broken urinal in Paddy's. Even if he will smell like river water.

But this doesn't smell like river water. It smells like salt. It smells like the high school trip they took to the Shore, back when he kept trying to woo Dee.

Before he can chase that realization to its natural conclusion (namely, oh, shit, have I just missed ending up as an episode of Forensic Files?), he can feel something chitinous and clawed moving in his pants, and naturally, he shrieks.

Of the many misfortunes that have befallen Matthew Mara, at least he's never gotten crabs. Until today. And it's a literal crab. He yanks it out of its new hiding place and bashes it to death with a nearby rock. And, well...it's food. He vaguely remembers something about river crabs being toxic (or was that river catfish? both, maybe), but then again, it's not like that's going to stop him. He rips the shell apart with his fingers and starts eating what's inside like a feral animal. Anyone who comes upon him is going to see a bedraggled man who's clearly fallen on hard times - face half-burned, a giant scar going across a blinded eye and all - feasting on a dead crab.

He might have an easier time adjusting here than most.

B. Reading Material

Cricket's flipping through the pamphlets with interest. He's not really sure he believes any of it, but it's more interesting reading material than he's had in a very long time. (They won't let him in the library anymore because he smells like a sewer and looks like if Kurt Cobain had gotten addicted to...well...everything, and the graffiti in Paddy's doesn't change a whole lot.)

He turns to the nearest person, without really looking at them. "Tch. You believe this shit?"

C. Adjustments

Some people freak out at the changes. Cricket had the usual bout of terror before realizing that things were actually looking up for him, physically. He can't stop poking at one of his new fangs, which has replaced the tooth he lost on the street. He's been missing it for so long, he actually bites his lip with it. A lot.

"Ow!"

And yet, after a second, he puts the lemon slice back in his mouth. And winces. It's good for scurvy, dammit.

Annabelle 'Annie' Dyer | Orginal Character

[ohmyscream]

A

Annie is starting to come to. Her head hurts like crazy. The last thing she can remember is just how damn angry her boyfriend had made her. At long last she thought the boy she loved and trusted was going to help her find answers to questions that had been haunting her ever since her bestie had died.

That son of a bitch.

Ow. Her head hurts so much right now. Annie manages to roll onto her back and slowly cracks her eyes open.

"Sunlight. My true enemy," she cracks around the headache. Maybe it's actually time to get up and face the music Annie. Annie isn't really sure she is ready to face anything yet.

B

"Oh honey," a woman said looking sympathetically at her. Annie had to take her shoes off back at the beach. They were way too logged with water for the young woman to easily walk anywhere in. Like any sensible person Annie had been carrying them with her.

Of course that lead to her stubbing her toes a few times on her way into town. It was actually very good luck for Annie that this woman had swept in and lead her over to a bench. There were offers of dry socks and shoes which Annie was so glad for.

The cuts and the weird bites seem to garnish sympathy from a few people. Annie thinks she can use that to get answers but mostly papers get shoved at her. There are also a few creeps who seem to be glaring at her.

What the hell.

"Can you please just give me some space," she asks trying to get up to break away from the group that was trying to 'help'. Annie was done with people who acted like sheep or puppets.

There was enough of that at school. God, she is so glad graduation is coming up. Although now there is this nagging feeling in her gut that something worse than last night has really happened. The pamphlets look serious and the cuts feel really.

"This has to be another trap."

C

It has been a week. A week of trying to figure this place out. This strange world that Annie doesn't get. Even the fashion is weird. She puts up with it.

What she can't put up with is the voices. In her head. It hurts like an itch between her shoulders that she can't get to. Annie decides to go find the voice she has been hearing.

Mostly to demand it leaves her alone. She has had enough.

The thing is though that once she finds Dyster with all its bonfires and dancing? It feels right. That feels wrong. Who can she go yell at?

"Well. This is totally a trap. Why did I even come here," Annie grumbles to herself sticking to the edge.l The dancing is catching her attention however angry she is right now.

How can dancing be a trap? God, she missed dancing. Annie used to go all the time. Even her foot seems to be betraying her by slowly starting to tap in time with the beat of the dancing going on. This spells trouble all over.

Roxas | Kingdom Hearts | OTA

[missingache]

1. Beach Time
[Sand in mouth was not what Roxas expected. As far as he knows, he never fell. Or got into the water. He sits up and looks around only to find... wow, this was not the Play Island. There's cuts that weren't there before and he feels cold. Great.

Standing, he smells the gunpowder and frowns. He knows that smell. Should he head towards it? There wasn't anyone around and the source might be someone friendly... So he nods and heads towards the lights. Just in case:]

Hello? Is there anyone around?

2. Pamphlet Time
[Hm. So. These pamphlets are not what Roxas expected. He takes each one and reads them carefully, even the joke ones, and……… is very obviously confused.

Walking up to anyone, no matter what they are, he holds the pamphlets up.]

Are these serious?

3. Monster Time
[Whatever is happening, Roxas seems oddly calm with what’s happening. At least on the outside. Pushing his thumb against ever sharpening teeth, nails longer than normal. Is he a little furrier than usual? Yes.

But coming from a set of worlds where changing into something else wasn’t so abnormal, the only thing bothering him is the pain that comes with each change. It wasn’t simple and fast like with magic. Nope.

Still, he’s going to sit here. Looking bored as he feels the skin around his ears split as they try and elongate. That’s more than a bit painful. Oh well. At least he’ll be friendly to anyone who walks by.]

4. Wildcard
[Hit me with your best shot or plan something at chromatus/PM this journal.]

Shouta Aizawa | My Hero Academia

[erasure_hero]

Scenario One:
When Aizawa slept, he expected to wake up in his bed. Or his yellow sleeping bag. Or maybe Recovery Girl's office. Waking up on a beach was most certainly not on that list. So when he came to consciousness sore and wet, his eyes shot open and he sat up. Ugh, maybe he should have moved more slowly. He groaned from the pain as he carefully pushed himself to his feet.

Nothing was broken that he could tell. His arms and legs still moved, albeit a bit more stiff-like than normal. The capture weapon that doubled as a scarf was still wrapped around his neck, his goggles draped on top. There were a few scrapes on his hands, his hero costume torn in some places. A bruise here or there, but nothing life-threatening.

With the quick health assessment over, Aizawa turned his attention to his surroundings. To his back was the ocean that apparently washed him up on the beach. In front of him, he could make out the faint lights of a town some ways ahead. He could smell the salt in the air, but there was something else underneath it. Gunpowder? Frowning, the UA teacher shoved his hands in his pockets and began his trek towards the town.

To anyone else, he looked very nonchalant about the whole situation. They wouldn't see his shoulders tense, nor would they notice his eyes looking quickly in one direction or the other. He was a pro hero. He knew better than to let his guard down so easily.

Scenario Two:
Aizawa didn't know what to make of the many people coming up to him, nearly swarming him. He had been an underground hero. It wasn't like many people knew him as the pro hero Eraser Head. He didn't really understand why so many people were approaching him, and even more when he was handed pamphlets before they took off. Usually when a hero was given a paper, it was to be signed as an autograph.

After he had a rather hefty stack, he finally couldn't take it more and moved to a less crowded area of whatever area he was in. With a sigh, he dipped his chin behind his capture weapon/scarf and began to flip through the titles. "How to Deal With Changes" sounded like it was targeted to teens going through puberty, which had nothing to do with him as he was in his 30s at this point. A couple of others seemed rather strange in their wording, but he skipped over them. It wasn't until he found the "Alternatives to Human Flesh" pamphlet that he really stopped to read it.

What the hell was this?

He looked up, hoping to find whoever it was that gave him the damn thing. An illogical move; he didn't even keep track of who handed him what. Maybe he should just...find someone and ask them. Someone more approachable than the people throwing glares his way.

"...Excuse me," he started, his voice a bit rough after having trekked all the way to this place from the beach. "I was given this pamphlet and I had some questions."

Scenario Four:
The change has been slow. It started with the craving for more meat than he typically ate, and certainly on the rarer side. Aizawa didn't worry too much about it. He hadn't cared too much about a strict diet to be bothered about a taste change. Food was food.

His incisors, he noticed at one point were longer than he remembered. But really, who would in their right mind paid that much attention to their teeth. He brushed them regularly, but did he really need to study them? That was an illogical thing to do. So he brushed it off.

It wasn't until his senses began to sharpen that he realized something was happening. He could hear people talking quietly from across a room. The lightest of scents were more pronounced (he remembered having to cover his nose walking by a vase of roses in a shop because it was simply overwhelming). And despite the injury to his eyes, he found that the smallest of details did not escape him. He could see a bug crawling up a tree even though he was not near it.

Aizawa tried to remain calm. Deep breaths. He should just take a nap. He didn't have his trusty sleeping bag that made him look like a caterpillar, as Midnight and Present Mic often reminded him, but a bed would work just as well. He threw the blanket over his head, sleep finding him faster than usual.

When he woke, he didn't expect to find black paws instead of hands. He didn't expect the blanket to get tangled up in a pair of feathered wings. He didn't expect a thin tail with a scorpion stinger tip to knock over a table. And when he looked in a mirror, he did not expect his reflection to be that of a panther.

"...Shit!"

So much for logic and calm.

Freebie:
Come bother a grumpy teacher/pro hero.

PS:
I'm down to match styles of writing! And please excuse the lack of icons. I'm still working on getting things set up the way I like it.

Yu Nogi | Digimon Story: Cyber Sleuth

[not_k]

[I/II]

[Waking up on a beach was not what he expected. If anything he expected to not wake up at all. As the sounds of Keisuke's and Matadormon's battle faded from his ears to be replaced by crashing waves and the smells of-

-what IS that smell? He's never been around a fired gun, so the closest he can figure is fireworks or something like that. It's enough to jerk him awake, pain rippling out from the small scratches the shells and sand left him with.]

Ah... ow...

[He's still in K's outfit, which at least gives him some cover in the darkness as long as he keeps the hood up. There's the sounds of gunfire in the distance and that's enough to get him running towards town, likely leaving someone else to their fate- was this someone's server? It had to be, how else could he end up somewhere so alien- his personal server must have been hacked.

Or maybe Matadormon tossed him out of it somewhere random.

Or Keisuke did.

It didn't matter. As he made his way into town, between the people rushing to offer him things (very strange) and the people glaring at him (much more familiar) it's a bit much. Oh, he TRIES to keep up K's facade of confidence, but without his Digimon to back him up, or Matadormon's voice- and so soon after confronting Keisuke... he just can't. He's just weak Yu again, hiding in an alleyway trying not to have a panic attack.]

What... what do I do now?

[Be careful approaching though- you might get a bit more of a lashing out then you might expect from the girl-ish looking young man nearly in tears, hiding in the dark]

[III (Arcade)]

[Just as he was starting to accept that this place wasn't EDEN, he ends up in a place like this?

Of course he was already weak to random voices, and even though Matadormon had discarded him so easily he had... well, he had kinda hoped it was the one calling out to him. It wasn't, but this place was fascinating enough to be worth it either way.

He wasn't nearly as good of a hacker as K. But he could manage just fine. So you might find him here fiddling with some of the vintage machines or the strange VR goggles]

Wow... it's so retro! Is this really what people used to use before? Even I could probably take something like this apart really easily...

[And he might just do that if no one stops him. Or maybe encourages him]

[IV (Nephilim)]

[He knew it was coming. Had been warned of the pain and shock that would follow a fog once you were here for a while.

And it had hurt. Hurt so damn much- but he found himself becoming less and less scared as it went on. It was like-

Well, it was like being K. He felt, again, powerful. And unlike before it was completely his own. Or well, maybe that Fog God people talked about. But she was distant, unlike the mask's voice had been. So it was easy to pretend this power was all him.

He felt bright, and strong and justified in a way he liked very very much as he took to the streets. He only had the bearest nubbings of horns and small feathery wings so far- he was still growing. But his divine aura was bright with the need to wreak havoc.

Because oh, oh he remembered how scared he had been when he first arrived. Jeered at before he had even done anything yet. He hated people like that. Bullies. But they were no match for a Vanguard like himself! Maybe you see him dragging someone away, boldly in the middle of the day. Maybe it was someone that had been harassing you earlier. Maybe it's an ally you need. Doesn't matter- he going to enact some cathartic violence right here and now]

the Ring-Spirit | Yugioh DM (manga)

[improvking]

1. Scene Change:
[ Er.

Well, the Ring-Spirit had been lurking deep inside a pharaoh's soon-to-be tomb. ...And/or sitting across from the pharaoh, DMing their Memory World Shadow-RPG. Actively DMing while also being his own NPC gets... complicated. It's easiest to just not think too hard about it.

But! He knows for certain that he had not been sitting on a deserted beach. Which he now is.

What. is happening here. How did...? Who snuck into and fucked with his shadow game THIS TIME???

He's begun snarling to himself even before he notices that the beach is less deserted than it could be - but when he does notice, he turns the snarl on them immediately. ] YOU! What did you do?!

2. Oh Boy, Ghostly Towns
[ The Ring-Spirit isn't sure what he thinks of the town he's (somehow??) wandered into.

It feels... haunted. That's alright. It's familiar - comforting, even. He likes that part of the place.

The ecstatic cultists having the time of their lives? That he could do without. Haunted places aren't supposed to have people. Not actual, people-people. True these do feel a bit off, but... not enough to counterbalance... their something or other, what is it that's creeping him out here.

Maybe it's the singing, close enough to screams that the not-quite-getting-there is putting him on edge. Or is it the dancing? ]

...tch. [ The Ring-Spirit grimaces. He's lurking near the edges of activity, and it's not clear if he's addressing himself or you. ] ...wonder if it could be emptied out.


[[ ooc: will match style, feel free to wildcard! ping me at MomeMordrid if you wanna talk something out ]]

Todomatsu Matsuno | Osomatsu-San | OTA!

[mememechronic]

ONE:

For some reason, his sleep was far worse than usual today. Wonder that. Todomatsu puts an arm over his face, and he tries to make a comment about how everyone's so quiet, and did someone put on some kind of atmosphere CD because it's kind of soothing, and that's about when he realizes oh wait, I have sand in my mouth.

Wait. What?

He opens his eyes, groaning, but immediately moves up and spits the sand out roughly, coughing harshly. " PTHAAAH! God! Ew!" He groans, before seeing, promptly, that he has a gun pointed at his head. This just went from bad to worse.

"U--Uh. Hey. Um. What the hell are you doing with that? I don't--I haven't done anything!" He raises his arms up in seeming surrender. "I don't even know what's going on!"

TWO:

Everything he heard was incredibly disturbing. So first off, he was apparently going to become some kind of creature. He was going to lose his cute face. That was enough to send him into tears on the spot, but he soon devolved into dumbfounded confusion at the abundance of books he was given. Alternatives To Human Flesh. He stares at the title for a few seconds, sitting in the library, before his brow quirks in annoyance.

Maybe if they piss me off enough, I won't seek out alternatives. Assholes.

He tossed the book aside, almost literally...which hit someone. Oh. He jumped.

"Ah, um...s-sorry about that!"

FOUR:

So he'd been living in fear from this for a while. He liked being cute. He liked being cute and he liked being normal and normal was a relative term, considering his upbringing, but, but--!!

He digressed.

He'd been walking around town, before he felt some kind of weird itch on his leg. Hm. He reached down, looking at his leg, before frowning. "Ow! What--what the--" Oh. There was a spike on his leg. He pouted, crossing his arms, when he realized.

There was a SPIKE. On his LEG. His now GREEN leg.

"Oh--oh no." A terrified smile formed on his face. "Oh no. Oh God. Oh why. Ha. Ha ha ha."

This was going to be unpleasant, wasn't it?

alice | tales of symphonia: dawn of the new world

[conceivesfrenzy]

a. | bavan

What are you, blind?

[ There's a very annoyed arachne standing over a local that's been somehow pushed to the ground. Pamphlets are clenched together in her fist, shaking it as she looks down on the person in question. The poor person just looks like they were trying to be helpful and get out the usual literature, but they made the unfortunate choice to approach Alice. Not when she's already annoyed as it is. ]

I understand that I look cute and helpless, but do I look like I need these? [ When the human doesn't reply, she steps forward, one of her legs stepping on their chest, pressing hard. ] Do I?

[ Any longer, and they're not gonna have much of a chest left, probably. ]

b. | dyster

[ It's been awhile since she's been here. She's almost forgotten about the creepy atmosphere that's going on here, it gives her the willies. But game respects game; the Fog God's got an aesthetic going on, and she's committed to it. Alice can't help but respect that, she guesses.

She purses her lips upon seeing the group of followers dancing around the bonfires. ]

We're not expected to join in, right? Because I'll quit right now if I'm expected to do that.

c. | wildcard

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Marnie | Pokemon

[yellecaster]

[one]

[It's not hard to find the newbies whenever they wash up on the shores of Vandare. They tend to wander around, run into monster hunters, end up needing help, and asking whoever they can for it. They stand out like a sore thumb!

But not Marnie.
If she ends up found, it's more than an hour after the others have managed to wander into the city proper... she's hunkered herself down, hiding under a ledge of rocks at the edge of the water like she's been scared into running under them.
Whatever monster has the luck of finding her just succeeds in scaring her further, as well - she gets one look at your character and just sidles herself back further into the shadows there.

Of course, with the way her face seems to work, she doesn't look the least bit scared - or sound it, either.]

I'm not wantin' any trouble... you can just move on, yeah? I'm just waitin' for help.

[two]

[After a day of mulling around and figuring out her footing, Marnie's taken to the streets to really just see everything. Of course, she's overloaded with treats from locals to gain her good graces... it's left her struggling a bit, trying to carry everything until she can find a place to dump it all.
Like a person's arms, perhaps!

Monster or human, whoever you are, you're getting an armful of cookies and pieces of bread and - of course - one or two of the useless pamphlets to go with it. She sounds exhausted... even if her face doesn't show it.]

Here - I know it's a bit odd, but take this off my hands, will you? I don't know where they're gettin' the idea I can eat all this rubbish, but just the thought is nauseatin'.

[She's such a small girl - no taller than four-foot-ten, and scrawny to boot - so since she hasn't heard much about the changes, well... she honestly can't imagine why they're pawning all these treats off on her.]

[three]

[The scene in Dyster is... a strange one. Fog swirls around the ground, a bonfire's lit in the middle of a plaza, and the cult-like followers dance around the flames for what seems like far too long.
And that's about where Marnie's found herself, though she's keeping herself tucked away from the festivities - instead, she's hidden a bit between a couple of buildings, watching it all from a distance with just the most minute amount of uncertainty in her unwaveringly empty expression.

It's when she sees a monster wander by - someone who isn't one of the strangely brainwashed masses dancing by the fire - that she waves for them to come over to her hiding place, her face as stern and blank as ever.]

I can't make heads or tails of all this... d'you live here? Can you tell me what all this is about?
I just wandered here by accident, through some sort of door; I've been stuck here for a little while now...

[ooc: HI, IT'S PAN. As usual, feel free to wildcard things! Hit me up in PMs if you have anything else you're thinking of, but you can just drop ideas in response either way!]