JANUARY 2019 TEST DRIVE

[sodder]

JANUARY 2019 TEST DRIVE MEME

Welcome to January’s Test Drive Meme! This month's Test Drive's theme is: NEW YEAR'S.

All Test Drive Memes contain at least one clue to the Deerington's upcoming in-game events for the month! Keep your eyes peeled! But...not literally.

Characters may die during TDMs, but you do not need to count it towards a game-canonical death unless you want to. Consider it a freebie. All TDMs can be considered game canon as TDMs introduce minor aspects about the world of Deerington that can be revisited by characters later on in the game. You may also use TDMs for your application writing sample as well as AC.

CW: Mind alteration, alcohol, options for self-harm, knife violence.

Don't forget to tag content whenever necessary. Have fun!

Prompt One
Prompt Two
Character Arrival
Master Navigation

YOU BETTER GET THIS PARTY STARTED

It's party night at the Grady Hotel and the hosts are pulling out all the stops. Champagne, funny hats, pictures, great music, and a wonderful countdown clock that let's everyone know just how much closer they're getting to the end of what has probably been a pretty crazy year for everyone. The glasses never seem to empty themselves and the citizens serving them out to people seem to be making extra sure that everyone has one for themselves. Regardless of whether or not you usually like champagne, anyone with a glass in their hands will eventually be tempted to take a sip, especially the closer it gets to midnight - the bubbles make you giggly, friendly, talkative in a way that you may never have been before. It lifts up just about anyone's spirits, no matter how rough of a time they've had before (or during their time in) Deerington. It doesn't seem to get you drunk, no matter how much you drink, but it definitely makes you more euphoric. Enough so that you might start to think you can do anything; tell someone how you really feel about them, compliment whoever you've had your eye on all night and see if they want to spend more time together, make up with someone you've been fighting with lately, do a magic trick you never were able to master, or even something as drastic as fly when you know you can't. Hopefully you start off trying to jump from a chair, but there is definitely roof access for those who are a little more daring - maybe someone a little more sober will have the wherewithal to stop you before it's too late.

There is also plenty of entertainment happening in various parts of the room. A table with beer pong for the adults who never outgrew their college days, a dart board, card games in the back, and a game called Guess the Candy for those who want to test their sweet tooth. Anyone who wins a round of any game will get rewarded with a small gift from home (no bigger than a toaster). Unfortunately will disappear once you leave the party, so make sure to enjoy it while you can.

The dance floor is also lively, the music upbeat and easy to move to no matter what your personal tastes might be. If you want a random dancing partner, take a dance card! Each one has a random, glowing number on it and it's your goal to find the person who matches. Once you do, no matter who it is, you'll find yourself literally stuck together (hopefully just by your hands, but it can be any body part) and will have to go through an entire dance (or maybe even two) with them before you come unstuck.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Everyone starts to gather around the countdown clock as it nears midnight, and when it's down to ten seconds, obviously you've got to start counting too! Everyone seems to be having such a good time as they shout out each number (10! 9! 8!) and you might not even notice the way some of the people around you have started to get a little... twitchy? (7! 6! 5!) Or the way some are starting to get more handsy, pushing themselves up close to whomever is beside them. (4! 3! 2!) And it isn't until they all shout 1! in unison that the room seems to shift in two very different moods.

If you're lucky, the person next to you will just have the urge to kiss you - and you might even have the urge to kiss them back! After all, sharing a kiss at midnight is supposed to bring you good luck for the rest of the year. And with the way everyone else is starting to act, you might need it. For some, the urge to kiss might be stronger than just a chaste peck. For those who find themselves wanting to get a little more intense, it might be best to try to sneak out the back and head back to your place. The moment you step outside into the cold air, though, the urges seem to disappear - unless, of course, you were in the mood all on your own.

If you're unlucky, there's a murderous rage that runs through you, and there seems to be a table of weapons near by to help encourage a messy time. Various knives, swords, machetes, and other blades are laid out, enough for almost everyone. You might find yourself driven to plunge your weapon into the closest person, or maybe someone you've hated for a long time, and even more - maybe someone you've loved. Whoever it is, the image of their face will be burned into your mind and you'll do everything you can to try and make them bleed. Hopefully they can fight for their life - or at least evade your attacks until they can trick you into going outside. Like the desire for love, the desire for murder will also disappear the moment that someone steps outside, regardless of whether or not they did so on purpose or just to try and hurt whoever they're after.

Character Arrival

You can read how all characters arrive in Deerington here.

There is not a collective "all these characters showed up at the exact same moment" occurrence in Deerington. Since characters fall asleep, die, or pass out at various times throughout all their worlds, it wouldn't make too much sense if they arrived in game all at the exact same time. There should be some discrepancy between character arrival, whether by a couple minutes, hours, or even days up to a week.

The players are entirely in control of how/when they want to play their characters arriving in Deerington. For TDMs, you can play it like your character has just arrived and that can be maintained as your game canon, or you can wait until game events for that moment. Or you don't need to acknowledge it at all. The flexibility for character allows a bit more of an organic feel to the character arrival situation, so please play it to whatever feels right for you.

If you are interested in having an "arrival" introduction for one of your TDM prompts, you are more than welcome to explore that option.

Comments

QUESTIONS

[sodder]

[herbmancer]

I might just be blind, but can I ask if the New Year's party is located in a familiar place, like the club, or the hotel, etc...?

Dale Cooper | Twin Peaks

[intulpable]

A: Cards For Sorrow, Cards For Pain

[this is not where Coop expected to be, but one dream is as good as another, he figures. he may as well glean what he can from this one. he's settled in at one of the card tables, considering his hand, and looks over at the players around the table, reading them carefully.

be warned: he counts cards]

B: Happy New Year

One! HAPPY NEW YEAR!

[are you next to him? he's kissing you. once he pulls away, grinning, he blinks a couple of times]

I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me.

[he doesn't look embarrassed, though. he doesn't believe in regrets.]

C: Unhappy New Year

[he sees the nearest person going for a weapon - maybe they're attacking you. maybe you're the murderous one. either way, he grabs their wrist, frowning]

Careful, friend. I've got a feeling you're going to regret this even more than any hangover come morning.

B.

[spectacularlyhighking]

[Why hello there. Eliot wasn't going to argue with a New Years kiss, but he wasn't expecting it to come from some random man with... very greasy hair.

He was cute, though. Eh, could do worse. He smiles at the stranger.]

New Years. It's tradition, isn't it?

Steve Rogers | Marvel Cinematic Universe | Open

[weakman]

happy new year:

[ Twelve. Eleven. Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four.

Steve’s no stranger to the urge to kiss another person. It comes over him the same as it does anyone else. Acting on it is another story altogether. The dames are never interested and fellas aren’t something he’s allowed to consider. But the clock ticks down in this new town, so far from Brooklyn and home, and he’s overcome with how much he wants to kiss the person beside him.

Three. Two. One.

Does he do it? He’d have to ask first. Steve... can’t. He shouldn’t. They’ve never spoken. He adjusts his tie, it’s too tight. ]

Excuse me.

[ What are the chances they’d feel the same? ]

network; un: srogers:

Steve Rogers.
Brooklyn, United States.

Looking for an explanation on how and why we’re here.
Thank you for your time.

wildcard:

[ Find Steve anywhere! ]

ooc:

[ Steve is from First Avenger right as he’s about to be given the serum. I’d love the chance for canon updates so I’m starting early! Tag me or send me a message through pm or on discord @ rae#1351 to plot. ]

new year

[bantam]

[ the person at his side is, in fact, a fella. he's only got a few inches on steve, but he's dressed to the nines, and the smile he shoots the other man is sly and charming and flirtatious. there's also something.. other about him, not quite human, though it's doubtless difficult to put a finger on how. ]

Darling, [ he says, accent odd and impossible to place, voice warm with pleasure and amusement. ] I certainly hope you're about to ask for a New Year's kiss. I love this tradition.

Steve Rogers | Marvel Comics: Secret Empire (Hydra 'verse)

[tentacap]

I. Arrival

[Steve's sitting on the porch of the house, with the basket in his lap, his feet kicking off the edge as he unpacks the contents. The letter, the handgun, a sketchbook bound in green and what looks to be a sort of school insignia embossed on the front, a set of drawing pencils, a picture of his mother-- that's where he stops, picking it up and staring at it. Steve's a very young boy in the photo, and Sarah has her arms around him and a smile on her face, although there's a quiet strain around her eyes.

Steve holds it in small hands, looking at the photo like it's something he hasn't seen in a very, very long time. It quits some of the unease of being here, the way that his head's been pounding even since his confrontation with Erksine-- his failure. He thinks he passed out. He's not sure if he was taken somewhere, in Hydra retrieved him, but he can't imagine they'd be giving him rewards for his failure.]

Hello?

[The place seems quiet, empty, eerily still. Maybe the gun should be reassuring, but it isn't.]


II. New Years

[Really, it should probably go without saying that Steve does something dumb once people start pulling knives on other people. He himself just really wants to kiss someone, but it's not enough to completely override the urge to do what's right. So there he is, asthmatic with a tiny frame, pushing someone out of the way as someone else goes to stab them, his small hands balled into fists he holds in front of him. Helmut had taught him to fight, or at least tried and Steve doesn't know how to keep his head down.]

Get out of here!

[Words yelled at whomever he'd just pushed out of the way, staring up at their assailant, head held high. Maybe you want to give this guy a hand before he gets himself killed, maybe he just saved you, or you've got a knife and an urge to hurt someone. Either way, Steve is all burning eyes, ninety eight pounds of willingness to throw himself into situations where he doesn't belong for the benefit or someone else.]


III. Wildcard

[Feel free to find Steve anywhere else! Down for kissing stuff if that's your jam, Steve will be very surprised. He'll definitely go exploring the businesses around town, and I'm down to write prompts if needed. He's from the 1940s era of the Secret Empire alt-universe, after realizing he can't kill Erksine.

Now, let's talk about the Hydra thing. Steve is pro-Hydra for anyone that might be uncomfortable for, but it is worth mentioning that Hydra in this universe is a sort of ancient cult. His mentor Eliza is openly against throwing in with Hitler and Steve himself later talks about it having been to the detriment of Hydra.

He does get very authoritarian and persecutes minorities (namely Inhumans) when he goes all Supreme Leader of Hydra but I have no intention of playing him from that point. My big interest here is seeing how CR could affect that trajectory.

natalia_vdova#0150 @ Discord / natalia_vdova for questions!]

arrival

[lednikovyy]

Steve?

[ Bucky would know his best friend anywhere in any form or size, because he's Steve Rogers and he's been a sort of anchor for Bucky for a long, long time. Even before the war and everything that changed them, he'd been a welcome constant in Bucky's life.

His long hair is tied back and his metal arm is mostly exposed as he walks up to the porch. Maybe it's more like jogging because he's more than a little excited to see him. ]

Jyushimatsu Matsuno | Osomatsu-san

[yakyuuman]

i; why the heck not

[ So he had a weird dream that involved deers, and then woke up somewhere that wasn't home.

He went to nap thinking he'd be back inside the big futon with his brothers next to him, but nope. Same creepy surroundings all around him.

Sure! Okay! He'll take that! No problem!

With that sort of coping mechanism kicking in and keeping him cheerful, Jyushimatsu will take part in the celebrations for the new year, although he was quite sure he was in mid-March before he was dropped in here. Whatever, he doesn't care, there's a party and he can't be confused and upset when a party has just started!

There's alcohol that he'll dawn all the way even without being compelled to, and it's funny because he doesn't even feel drunk and yet he's spurred by an urge to be his usual cheerful self, just 300% better (or worse, depending). He'll be out and about, approaching people more easily than he would as the normally useless NEET he is. It's good to make friends and forget even harder about the situation he's in, right? ]

Hey there! I really like the outside of your elbows!

[ Yeah, that's a compliment that he just blurts out with zero thought behind it. Have a dude wearing an oversized yellow hoodie and waving a long sleeve at you, just inches close from slapping that across your face by accident. ]

ii; i am a 20-something years old virgin and what is this (lucky)

[ The new year has come, and Jyushimatsu is flustered.

Before he can make sense of his own feelings, whoever stands next to him is suddenly invading his space and...

He reacts too fast, and too eager as he leans in and hopes to have his first kiss stolen by a random stranger. Instead what he gets is a face smashed against his own, and he distinctly hear a cracking sound coming from his nose, which starts profusely bleeding like a fountain when he pulls back. The NEET's eyes wander in different direction as he wobbles dizzily before shaking his head so hard it becomes a blur, and then smiles quite sheepishly regardless of all that blood. ]

Hahahaha! Sorry about that! Should we try again?

iii; canon typical violence (unlucky)

[ The new year has come, and Jyushimatsu is pissed.

No reason why that's happening. He's not angry over not being able to go back home. Hell, he's even liking it here! And the air is not chill enough to trigger his murderous rage. But even so, he's overcome with the urge to kill something, and before you know it he's holding an axe in his sleeve and there's no wood to chop here. Flesh and bones will do.

It's fine. People come back after they die. It's how it also worked in his world, so why not here?

With a growl, he raises his axe and swings it down on his target. ]

iv; wildcard

[ Feel free to tag me with something outside of these prompts or hit me up via PM if you wanna plot! ]

i;

[lifleifthrasir]

[That is the oddest compliment anyone has ever given her. She's not even sure she would call it such, especially since her elbows are covered by her armor. Lacking anything else to say in return, Gwendolyn simply inclines her head to her overenthusiastic fellow party-goer.]

Greetings, and good evening. How fare you tonight?

sarah manning | orphan black | ota

[coppelganger]

i. arrival

[ Sarah comes awake with a gasp and instinctively reaches around to feel the spots on her back that she's sure must be bleeding after she was raked across the ground. It seemed so real, and yet she feels unhurt. Only very, very confused, not to mention pissed off. She follows the music to the blessings basket and stares blankly at what's inside—remnants of her life, some food, a typed letter. The letter ends up crumpled in one hand as she makes her way to the front door and looks out onto quiet streets. The scenery looks familiar enough: small town, northeast, it could almost be a Toronto suburb. But it isn't. It isn't, and she begins to panic. ]

Hey! [ She walks down the front steps and out onto the sidewalk, looking around for something, someone. Her voice is low and rough, working-class English. The leather jacket and tight black jeans don't exactly look like they belong on this suburban street. She begins to half run after the first person she sees, reaching out to yank them roughly around to face her. ] Hey, what the fuck's going on!

ii. party

[ It's been long enough for her to calm down, a little bit, and the party atmosphere is certainly helping her relax. Sure, she doesn't know anyone, but she's never needed to know the people she's hanging with. The champagne's helping a lot. She's never exactly been a bubbly girl, she prefers harder drinks, something she can really get lost in—but the champagne seems to be doing it for her tonight, and she's grinning, laughing even, as she enjoys the party atmosphere. ]

This is... this is amazing. [ The way she says it is almost like a question, like she can't believe herself, and it kind of is. How can she be having such a great time when she's just been ripped away from her family, her kid, everyone? And yet here she is. She even raises her glass to whoever's nearby. What the hell, right? ]

iii. midnight

[ Sarah's got her arm thrown around someone's back, loose and comfortable, as the countdown starts. She has no idea who they are, but what the hell, right? She can kiss someone. It's midnight, innit, the new year, so who cares what she does? Who she does? She deserves to have some fun. Some time off from all the bullshit.

As the countdown finishes, she's ready for the real party to start, but she's interrupted by a scream coming from just a couple feet away as someone grabs for the nearest knife and plunges it into the shoulder of the person they'd been dancing with up until that very moment. Sarah reacts before she can consciously think about what she's doing, taking several quick steps back and almost bumping into whoever might be standing nearby. She can hear more screams coming from different points around the countdown clock, and there's a table full of goddamn weapons sitting right there that somehow she never noticed. ]

We need to get out of here. [ Said to whoever's around and looking, you know, sane. ]

iv. wildcard

[ Throw a comment up here, or hit me up at errorchord if you want to do something else! ]

iii

[intulpable]

You're absolutely right. The authorities need to be notified. I'll cover you.

[Coop is already scanning the room, seeing which of the exits he noted upon arrival is most open and safe]

gwendolyn | odin sphere

[lifleifthrasir]

[This is a fever dream. That's the only explanation Gwendolyn can think of. She's about to fall to her death and her battle weary mind is giving these visions to her.

'Tis a pity it could not be a vision of familiar faces. She would much prefer that over a ball. But seeing a throng of festive people, celebrating themselves and their lives, isn't so terrible either. It would be remiss to not to join them. With a little fluff of her wings at her hips, she steps out into the crowd.]

I. BOTTOMS UP
alas that's not how she'll win the game

[Games involving alcohol aren't unfamiliar to her-- though she's never participated in any personally. The soldiers were too reverent of her to ask her to join, and she didn't have her sister's familiarity with them to insert herself into the competitions. But she is a Valkyrie, and she can hold her drink, and frankly she deserves this after defeating Levethan. So when there seems to be an opening, she steps up and nods in acknowledgement of her opponent.]

Well met. I need only a brief explanation of the rules before we start, if you would be so kind.

II. A ROYAL WALLFLOWER
obligatory culture shock prompt

[But the dancing! Gwendolyn finds herself staring at the way her fellow revelers are moving. Even the most commonfolk festival dancing in Ragnanival isn't as wild as this. She would not abandon her yet-to-be-seen partner, but she isn't sure she could be a good match for him, either. Perhaps if she explains herself once they meet.

She wanders the edge of the dance floor, occasionally glancing down at her ensorcelled card to check if the glow is stronger or not, and then finally comes to a stop.]

Good evening. I am Gwendolyn of Ragnanival. It would be my pleasure to be your partner for the next dance. Though I will confess that I am ignorant of how to perform it.

[Straight and to the point!]

III. TO WAR
don't piss off a valkyrie

[Good luck to whoever is next to Gwendolyn when the countdown hits zero: they're dealing with an experienced war general. She has no specific target in mind, but that also means that everyone is her target. And if they try to run, well...]

COWARD! Face the harbinger of your death!

[She kicks off from the ground and hovers in the air with her hip-wings for the briefest moment before divebombing at her target, letting loose a war cry, her sword extended.]

IV. WILDCARD

[Feel free to write your own starter!]

II.

[newtralize]

[Newt was all for just watching people enjoy themselves and standing off against the walls. He didn't know why he grabbed a card. It was a whim and a whim that he actually didn't make effort to seek out in the end. So really, it was dumb of him.

He startles a little when someone approaches him and speaks to him.]

Oh. I- [He glances at the card in her hand and the card in his. Bugger.] If you mean the dancing they're doing. I'm, well, not sure how to either. It's a bit after my time. [He smiles nervously as he keeps his eyes on the card.] I only really know how to waltz a little.

alex russo | wizards of waverly place + crau

[delincuente]

[ a. get this party started; cw: underage drinking ]

[Alright, so. This is bad. And not even the usual Alex Messed Up™ kind of bad, because usually that kind can be fixed with the right amount of magic and can-do spirit. No, this is the kind of bad that has only happened to her twice so far, the kind that likes to come along just when she thinks her life has achieved some kind of permanence.]

I'll be taking two of these, thanks.

[She scoops a cup of beer right off of the pong table without so much as a look at the players and starts to skulk away. In a grey flight suit (A. RUSSO emblazoned across the breast) and high-heeled boots, she doesn't exactly fit in as she commits grand beer larceny, particularly because she's clearly less than twenty-one years of age. If you let her get far enough away from the table, however, she'll proceed to fit in even less, when she reaches into one of the boots and pulls out what looks like (???) a magic wand.]

Think, think- [She taps it against her mouth for a moment, before something seems to come to her.]

This day has really sucked, you see,
so make this beer a daiquiri.

[And with a little wave of the wand, the amber liquid in the cup turns red and frosty.]

[ b. happy new year ]

[The second she sees her neighbors start kissing, Alex is outies.]

Eugh. [She takes another beer off the pong table as she scoots out of the corner, headed for the front door, and is already pulling out her wand to transform it when she runs right into- ] Crap.

[The good news? Beer won't stain as much as the strawberry daiquiri would have, so your clothes are probably safe. The bad news? That depends on how the New Years spell affected you.]

(( OOC: information on alex's crau can be found here ))

A

[spectacularlyhighking]

[Guess what magician has two thumbs and saw that spellwork.

This guy!

He strolls over to the girl, a beverage of his own in hand.]

Well, that's one way to get the drink you want.

James Griffin | Voltron

[leadsupport]

all those feelings bubblin' up
[ James has a glass of champagne. It was pushed into his hands, and he hadn't been able to give it back before the person responsible had walked off. And every tray seems to be full, and he doesn't want to just leave it on a random surface. Nor does he want to shove it off onto someone else.

So. He just holds it, and the longer he holds it, the more it seems appealing. Really appealing. James tentatively takes a sip, and... ]

Huh. Not bad.

[ And later on, James looks absolutely delighted to be here. Why wouldn't he? It's a good environment, and he's just happy to be around so many new people. It's New Years! He hasn't been to a party, like, ever, but no time like the present. Catch him playing a game, or just sidling up to you with a grin. ]

Great party, huh?

happy new year
[ So... yeah. James hasn't kissed anyone, ever? He's definitely thought about it, but training at the Garrison occupied all his time. And then he'd become an MFE pilot, so any thought of dating was dashed away.

But right now... He turns to the person next to him. ]

So...

stabby new year
[ But if you're unfortunate, James has a knife.

A very sharp knife.

One that he's raising right now, with a look in his eyes.

>Counterattack? ]

FEELINGS

[shiro2hero]

[A party is the last place he wants to be. He really, really does not have a good track record with parties. Or with Deerington parties, in particular. Hence, the reason he's eying the glass shoved into his hand with complete disdain -- hello, alcohol, what bad decision are you going to make today?]

[Maybe there's a table he can set it on... ]

[It's in looking for one that he feels himself knock into someone else from behind. There's a brief glance over his shoulder, before he automatically moves away.]

Hey, sorry about that --

Alistair Theirin: Baby Potato / Dragon Age

[wittyoneliner]

here lies the abyss a decade too soon (arrival);

[ Alistair isn't dreaming.

Yes, he knows the letter says he is but he's been ensconced in the welcoming arms of Fade Trickery before and this isn't it. For one, he's fairly sure he wouldn't be doubting it -- rather, he'd be in the middle of a delightful tea party with Duncan and his parents right now, sharing a laugh over scones. Not wandering a strange town clutching a basket.

All that said, he figures he should still keep his guard up -- you know, just in case -- so when he finally encounters another person he doesn't drop to his knees and thank the maker that he isn't alone in this generally not-too-terrible-so-far-really hellscape. Instead, he shouts at them. ]

You there!

[ To his credit, he does initially paint a pretty flawless picture of your standard Fantasy Hero save for the basket-clutching. He even seems for a moment like he might have an incredibly impressive follow-up until his eyes narrow into slits, almost theatrically suspicious. ]

I'll give you one chance: say something a demon definitely wouldn't.

[ Ah, perhaps he should have gone with the classic "Fade demons say what?". Missed opportunities. ]

[exteroception]

[Daredevil just stops and appears to stare blankly at him.]

It's Daredevil, not Daredemon.

[The guy's clanking and doesn't seem to be accompanied by the telltale hum of electronics so it's likely just plate armour weighing him down and nothing like Iron Man.]

marigold ( original )

[bantam]

( party )
a.

[ grief-of-marigold is a faerie, and as a faerie, he's accustomed to magic and unaccustomed to being governed by anyone but his king and queen. and well, that only barely. naturally, then, this place and its strange rules that apply even to him is.. a novelty, at least. he hasn't stopped enjoying it yet, though he expects it's only a matter of time before he's bored.

unfortunately, it looks as if he'll be trapped here for the time being, so he's. trying.

the party helps, of course. parties always do. there are few things his people love more than revelry, and this one is shaping up to be something to remember. at the very least, the people attending are fascinating.

he plucks two glasses of champagne off a server's tray, crosses to someone that catches his eye, and offers the second out with a charming smile. up close like this, there's no denying that he's something not quite human, but it's hard to put a finger on just what it is about him that isn't. ] The magic here is fascinating, wouldn't you say? [ he swirls the glass between his fingers to call attention to it. ] It reminds me a bit of home, actually.

b.

[ suddenly, there's a small, fine-boned, frankly beautiful man at your side, a card with a glowing number between his fingers. he smiles, bowing with a flourish and offering out his hand. ]

I believe you're my partner for this number, are you not? [ the smile widens slyly. ] And perhaps for the next, if we're lucky.

( new year's )

[ marigold always has the urge to kiss the people around him-- it's both a gift and a curse to fall in love so quickly, so deeply, to want so badly. he's learned to manage it for the most part, but-- well, as the countdown ticks down, the urge becomes nearly unbearable. he wishes his rulers were here: his king's broad hands on his waist, his queen's teeth on his throat.

ah well, he'll have to make do, won't he? and there are so many lovely options in the room. finally, the room shouts the last number, and he shifts, leaning into the person at his side, fingertips trailing down the back of their arm. ]

I believe the tradition is a kiss at midnight, yes? [ who cares about the sudden outbreak of violence, too? that's normal for faerie. ]

Dance

[morethan084]

[Skye enjoyed dancing, usually to more current day music. Although the stuff they've been playing here was good enough for her to participate in the random pairing of a dance partner. She's been trying to find out if anyone has the card that matches hers when someone approaches her.

She's never been approached for a dance in the way that he's just done, and it's enough to make her laugh and smile in excitement but also amusement. Usually it was some random dude grabbing her arm or ass and getting close to her ear so he could ask her to dance over the extremely loud music.]

Yeah, I guess so.

[Taking hold of his hand, she figures he might want to lead the way.]

I'm Skye.

[Since the cards didn't say the other persons name on it, she figures it was only fair to introduce herself. Especially if they'll be in each others personal space for the next song or two.]

miles morales | into the spider verse (spoilers-ish!!!)

[mileages]

YOU BETTER GET THIS PARTY STARTED

[ Miles was still reeling from the fight he'd managed to win -- holy crap, he'd done that!!! He was Spider-Man? Holy crap. One minute he'd been there, and the next he'd been waking up here. His web shooters were still on his wrists, his suit was still on... Had he passed out? Hit his head? Either way, he managed to stumble outside, heading towards all the commotion. ] Uuuuhhh. Why do I get the weird feeling I'm not in Brooklyn anymore? [ Man, he really needs to work on not narrating things to himself. As he gets closer to the party, a glass of champagne is pushed into his hands. ] Woah -- I mean -- [ He lowers his voice, trying to sounds like an adult, and really just sounding ridiculous. ] Thanks. I love champagne. I drink it all the time....

[ He backs up and bumps into someone, causing champagne to go down the front of his suit, and if the wet on his back is anything to go by, the back too. He spins around to face whoever he's just knocked into, fake voice still in play. ] Sorry!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

[ Miles had retreated to the ceiling pretty quickly after he noticed people were being kinda weird. Ignore the black and red Spider-Man in the ceiling guys, it's okay. His eyes scan the room as he looks for some kind of explanation to what he's doing here, what's going on, and why people are suddenly chanting like a robot on self-destruct. It's actually really creeping Miles out. Then he sees them. The weapons on a table, and people heading toward them.

Miles is moving before he can really think it through, sending webs out to cover the weapons and lock them to the table. Then he's thwipping over to land on the table in an attempt to get the attention of those that grabbed the weapons already. ] C'mon, guys, I don't think you need those. [ Following his words he's sending webs out to yank weapons out of people's hands. ]

WHAT'S UP DANGER?!

( Feel free to wildcard it up with seeing Miles around anywhere, either in his suit or looking kinda flighty. If you want a starter for something else hit me up at susrien )

[gwennie]

No worries, du- [ de. it's just a crazy random happenstance that the person he bumps into is an older version of someone he just met. sort of. they're not really the same person, but-

whatever. the multiverse is real.

but she gets bumped into and there's champagne on her hand and she's already had a glass or two so she's feeling too Good to be concerned about that, but- ]

Miles? [ oops. luckily the music is loud and her voice was kind of quiet from shock ] I mean- Spider-Man. Hi. You're- [ she doesn't mean to laugh ] -shorter than I remember.

[ the last time she saw miles they had agreed that dating just wasn't in the cards for them, and this. can't be that same guy. it totally isn't. and her wide eyes probably make it super obvious she's Very Confused. but it's hard to feel anything but Good because of the damn champagne. so. that's fun. ]

Neji Hyuuga ⤖ Naruto

[tuishou]

⤖ threads: 1 ( arrival cw: injuries, death mentions ) [The last thing he can remember that was normal... was dying. Not being dead, not quite yet, but there was little else his body could have been doing. He had never felt so weighted down or fatigued in his entire damned life, though with a surprisingly clear head Neji had reasoned that impalement in the front lines of a war would simply do that to a person. What had baffled him was that he'd woken up at all, that he had dreamt, and had then woken with half the pain he remembers first shooting through him but with none of the wounds, the missing pieces of torso and organs. He was bandaged and in the process of healing. And maybe he wasn't so over his death if the first thing he did was play a game of chicken with that note from Sodder, the jar of fruits, and the disappearing act his body pulled on him.

He only gave in to eat the fruits, the entire of the jar's filling, because fighting a war would make anybody starved. Really.

He said his gentjutsu release and found himself with a lovely dizziness for his troubles. In no rush to pass out, Neji decided to try again... later. He groomed his hair. Redressed the bandages and put on a fresh, not-tattered black shirt. Stepped into the city, and just walked.

It's always good to know the surroundings. The people too. Pupil-less, near white eyes lock on whoever he currently deems most interesting.] This is more than a common dream, isn't it? It is more than mine alone, for one.

⤖ threads: ota ( escalation ) [He can't really recall what had first brought him to the party. A lack of better things to do and curiosity, maybe. The alcohol in his hand didn't last nearly as long as his common resolve would have asked; but what was the harm? The drink was clearly not poisoned, or about to make him lose his senses any time soon.

He deserved one drink, for the trouble and headaches he has had since waking up. He isn't Lee- he can control himself. And gods, he misses Lee and shouting at the moron to not disrupt any festivities and that thought alone has Neji lift his glass again. No need for torture, please, not right now.

Everyone was celebrating. Everyone. To whoever shares his corner of the room-- he raises his glass to them, towards them.] To a new year.

⤖ threads: 1 ( countdown ) [It's under his breath (a Hyuuga would be a fool to be so loud, jovial or not) but he still counts. Four. Three.

The person to his left, whose shoulder is already nearly touching his, catches his attention. They're counting too and for some stupid reason it makes Neji smile- soft and low and short lived, and very much not something he wears often. He blames the peace of the moment for it. It's enough to get drunk on. Two.

One.] Let me kiss you. [The boy isn't tall or burly but he's sure and soldier-still. As he ought to be. Happy New Year. ]

⤖ threads: ota ( wildcard )

Countdown

[onerthes]

[She had a drink in one hand and the urge to countdown had been mounting by the second. And with every even numbered call out, she felt the urge to feel her lips press against another's, and with each odd the urge to draw steel. It was a war that went back and forth, but as 'zero' counted down, she was smiling over at the pale-eyed man next to her. A complete stranger.

Her hand went up to cup under his hard chin and draw her close, lips hovering there.]

Such a bold one, are you? Well, go on. Let's see how bold your lips are, mmm?

[She wasn't saying no at all, but she wanted to see if he'd take the next step as the cheers went around, her eyes not turning as a few shocked cries were echoing not far away. The spell of this place had her a little occupied.]

reggie mantle | riverdale

[bragnificent]

➺ let's get it started in here

[ ( cw: underage drinking ) As far as welcomes go, a New Year's party is far from the worst kind one could have. Reggie has had a pretty rough year, too, although as far as he knows New Year's should still be a couple months away. He's already gone ahead and chosen to "accept" all this as just being a weird, slightly unsettling dream, because he doesn't want to think too hard about the uncomfortable experience of feeling like he was dragged through the woods and then waking up in a strange house. Nope.

Whatever. He's not going to say no to bottomless champagne, especially when the speakeasy he works at back home is technically a dry one; a guy's gotta indulge occasionally. And Reggie, already being a rather confident and lively guy, is affected by the bubbles quite quickly. He's very forthcoming with the compliments, saying things like: ]

You look like someone with some moves. Am I wrong?

[ Or maybe something more direct, like about their muscular arms or pretty eyes, probably punctuated with a wink or, if they're a guy, a slap on the ass (because that's how bros roll). Regardless, he'll finish up with: ]

I'm Reggie. Who're you?

➺ happy new year

[ 3... 2... 1... Happy New Year!

It hits fast, but Reggie barely notices. Stuck in a strange place on New Year's Eve with champagne and a group of people who seem just as sans-plus-1 as he is, it seems only natural the instinct would be to turn around and kiss whoever's within react when the clock strikes midnight. Reggie likes kissing people enough not to question the impulse.

He'll meet their eyes first, eyebrows raising in a wordless request for permission, but it won't be long before he's cupping someone's face.

Or, you know, come at him. He won't be trying to fight, but he can fight if he has to. It's either slobberin' or clobberin' time. ]

➺ wildcard

[ Choose your own adventure! Feel free to just throw me a starter, or PM / hit me up at reggiemantle if you'd rather discuss it! ]

get it started.

[delincuente]

[Alex actually laughs; it's a sharp, raspy cackle. Moves? Her?]

Do I look like I plan to move anytime soon?

[She's slouched in a leather chair, one high-heeled foot propped up on her knee, sipping something colorful through a long straw. Nothing about her posture suggests "party girl", or even remotely "chat me up, fellas".]

max briest | original

[thephix]

party rocking in the house tonight

[It's a trap.

Max has made enough traps herself to see the bait meant to lure them in, alcohol, food, the lull of familiar music. Her hackles are up from the moment she steps into the room, although nothing about her demeanour would give it away; she smiles, she accepts glass after glass of champagne, she seems to nibble on finger food, but anyone paying close attention will notice that no food ever truly passes her lips, and the champagne is discreetly left around the room, joining the empty glasses.

What she is going to be doing is trying to see if there are any rooms further into the building, away from the party itself, hoping to find some clue to what's going on here. She even tucked her lock-picking kit into her bra and will use it on any closed doors if she thinks she's alone.]

i wanna dance with somebody

[For all that she'd rather be alone right now, Max knows the importance of networking, even more so in a situation as strange as this, where she has no allies or resources.

The idea of a glowing dance card seems ridiculous in theory but it seems as good a plan as any to meet the other people here. She claims a card for herself, searching the party until she spots the same number on another person's card.]

I believe you're my match for this dance.

[She wants to play nice, at least for now.]

murder on the dance floor

[It's probably for the best that no murderous rage seeps into Max, she's quick and deadly with any kind of blade. There's an advantage to that, though. As soon as she realizes something is wrong, Max grabs one of the long knives off the table and moves towards the closest person who seems to be caught in a murderous rage.

She'd prefer to disarm and subdue, rather than kill, but now she's prepared to defend herself.

Or maybe she's coming to someone's rescue, blocking the swing of a knife with the one now in her hand.]

i wanna dance with somebody

[oversight]

[ For being a particularly private individual, John Blake's found himself attending more than his fair and usual share of Deerington parties. As of yet, he's not experienced one where something wasn't forced on him, from excitement in drinks to emotions in food to traumatizing near-amputations to the tune of music.

That he isn't worried over those things as Max approaches with a matching dance card is an indication that this night's been no different. Sipping his champagne, he smiles at the woman and nods. ]

Guess so. You up for it?

Abeno Haruitsuki | Fukigen na Mononokean | ota

[abenope]

ARRIVAL ;;
[This... is not his beautiful Mononokean. This is not his irritating kitsune. These dogs wandering around are not demons. Not even close. Nothing about them is familiar. He didn't wake up in the Mononokean either.]

[He blinks a few times. And steps over to the nearest random door, without preamble. Resting his palm against it. The other hand held under his chin, finger pointing upward.]

Mononokean. Come.

[Nothing seems to happen. He frowns. And then opens the door. There's nothing inside but a completely normal building. He shuts the door.]

Mononokean... come. [There's... still nothing inside the door. One of Abeno's golden eyes starts to twitch. Liberally.] Where ... are you.


PARTY ;;
[The man in the kimono looks somewhere between baffled and irritated by the whole new years production happening here. He's found a corner and he's sticking to it. No one on heaven or Earth or the Underworld is going to move Abeno Haruitsuki from his spot.]

[Someone hands him a drink.]

[He looks them dead in the eye.]

[And dumps it out.]

[Without a single word.]

party

[weaponised]

Not much of a drinker?

[ the speaker is a slim, pale figure perched in a small alcove nearby. he's dressed in leather, and his long white hair nearly obscures his face as he glances the other man's way. in the darkness of the room and his little spot, his eyes glint scarlet.

he shifts, unfolding a leg to partially emerge from his spot, glance drifting from the stranger out toward the crowd. ] A lot of us aren't much in the partying mood, I guess.

Windowmaker | Overwatch

[toile_daraignee]

i prefer moët & chandon

[Amelie shows up to the party, and almost immediately picks up one of the champagne flutes. She sticks out, but seems careless about the fact, like it's something that can't quite touch her as she winds her way through the people present. There'd been a dress she'd pulled out of the basket, the one she's found in the kitchen of a house that seemed to be hers. If nothing else, there seemed to be a lack of anyone to tell her otherwise.

She still doesn't quite trust this place, doesn't quite know how she got here, and that's a sensation she knows too well for it to be quite comfortable. It doesn't upset her; nothing does, but it's an itch on the chill of her blue skin. For those that are very, very sharp, they might notice that she clocks the exits, the best vantage points, the location across the street that would be the best place for a sniper.

But little of it shows in her demeanor, and she just sips at her glass, taking in the sights, the people, overhearing snippets of conversation here and there before she eventually slides up the the green-felt card tables in the back. She gets herself some chips and her smile is enigmatic as she takes her seat and the next hand starts, and she holds her cards in slender killer's hands. Her voice is cool, her intonation almost a little flat, but with an edge of a French accent.]

It's been a while since I've played.


and the clock strikes twelve

[Amelie watches the countdown along with everyone else. The glitter ball, the numbers called out as the digits flash, everyone crowded around, with glitter and expectant faces, like all of this means something. But she doesn't feel anything at all. Her heart is still and her mind is quiet and she sips at another glass of champagne.

She knows she's been to parties like this before, but can't quite place when the last time was. With Sombra and Gabriel, maybe? She remembers the Eiffel Tower, the glowing lights, but she isn't sure if it was a mission or not. The memory makes her feel something, and so she thinks it must have been. But as the seconds tick down, she finds herself strangely wanting to be close to someone, some sort of contact.

She has a knife in her hand; not because she intends to use it, but because she finds it interesting, and the violence on the air, the way that people go after each other, the screams-- that's something, almost feels like something. Almost. She eventually gives in, putting her free hand on the shoulder of someone's shoulder, whether it's familiarity or something else.]

Come here, chéri.

[If you're brave enough to not be discouraged by the knife she twirls in her fingers, you might find out if her lips are as cold as her hands.]


just a little chat

un: widowmaker

So, tell me- are the parties here always so charming?


wildcard

[Want something else? Give me whatever strikes your interest. Hit me up if you want to plot or anything like that.]

Party

[onerthes]

[The girl seated across from her was exotic in her own way. A third eye stood out on her forehead, quite obviously very real given the way that it tracked and blinked when she looked over at Amelie. She leaned with an elbow, one hand glancing down at the cards while lifting them only a fraction, her champaign flute in her other hand, tilting and rotating between her fingers.

She looked comfortable and at ease while she spoke, the whole atmosphere leeching is way into her as she addressed the sniper.]

Mmmm, I am new to it myself, but I am told the rules of it are not too complex. [She winked.] You have lovely skin. It reminds me a little of home...

chara dreemurr | undertale

[inconsequence]

i. this was completely preventable

[There aren't many places for a child to sequester themself, if they want to stay out of the way. The sounds of jubilation, of celebration, the smell of sweat and euphoria and too many human bodies packed together into one singular space, is both unfamiliar and unwelcome.]

[The colocalization of humans and mind-altering substances - that is familiar, which makes it no less unwelcome. Unfortunately, there is no place for a strange, perhaps unsettling child to be that puts them out of the line of proverbial fire, except for, perhaps, where they inevitably end up.]

[Namely: under the table.]

[They're not hiding, of course. They're waiting to play a prank, maybe, like pouring a drink down someone's shoe or sliding an ice cube out onto the dance floor to try and watch someone trip and fall. If they look a bit nervous, a bit at odds with the elated atmosphere, and if they seem like they're hiding...you wouldn't be wrong, exactly, but good luck in getting them to admit it.]

[Good luck in getting them to speak at all, really, unless your idea of fun conversation involves the alternating of vague insults and the kind of pseudo-eloquent, edgy quotes that sound like that one guy you knew from English 101 who only ever quoted 1984. Hostility is in their nature, in human nature, and this many of them all gathered together in one place isn't putting their nerves at ease.]

[At all.]

[But as the night wears on, you'd better watch your step. I hear some kid is pouring drinks down people's shoes.]

ii. Where Are The Knives

[They've been good.]

[They've been trying.]

[They've been trying to be...good. Better. Better than they have been. They've been trying, because monsters are so kind and they didn't have any reason to trust or even particularly like this human, this small creature that has the power to destroy them all. They know. They know they're not good, they know they'll never be good, but they're still - trying. Because Asriel has a funny little smile when he's trying not to laugh at something they've said, and because the King showed them how to pull weeds up by the roots, and because Miss Tor - because Mother hid the knives, and blunted the tools, and did everything she could to ensure that they wouldn't make any more...mistakes.]

[But despite that, despite everything, they end up with a knife.]

[Their breath is halting and strange, and the hilt of a knife feels good in that it is the first familiar thing they've felt since ending up here, and if they wanted to - god, if they wanted to they could make sure that no one ever touches them again.]

[They slide two more knives away, discrete. One up their sleeve - unhooking the threads of their sweater inside its long and useful sleeves, to serve as a sheathe for the blade - and one pressed up against their hip, held in place by their waistband.]

[The child's eyes are dark and nervous, darting restively from one person to the next. They draw back in careful retreat to a corner, or to a shadow. They're small. They can't be older than ten, or eleven. A child's only advantage against an adult is the element of surprise, and so - they wait. There seem to be no shortage of humans, here.]

[They wait for just the right moment before trying to slide a blade just across your wrist, or maybe your ankle - something small and vital and within easy reach of a child.]

[The good news is that they're very literally a child, and thus easy enough to disarm. The bad news is that this is not their only knife.]

[And they don't take kindly to being held down.]

iii. wildcard, etc.

[Chara is slightly less of a walking content warning than usual thanks to me taking them from a very early canonpoint - namely just after being adopted by the Dreemurrs. That being said, if there's anything you need me to run by you first, just let me know! You can also contact me at arrpee if need be.]

1 HELLO AGAIN

[shiro2hero]

[This is fine. This is totally good and fine. Nothing's wrong here. He's fine. Not trying to find an out of the way corner to duck into for a breather. Nope -- that's ridiculous. Why would he do something like that?]

[No sooner does he find one, slide down the wall to the floor, than something under a table catches his eye. Oh for -- he just wanted to sit. Catch his breath and move on. But... there's someone down there.]

Hey. You okay? [He asks with a little wave.]

Adam W | Voltron: Legendary Defender

[saltyadam]

II. STABBY NEW YEAR

[Adam is still reeling from his arrival, the smell of fuel and forest still mingling in his nose and mind. He's surrounded by bafflingly jubilant strangers now, and it still feels a little bit like he's in a dream. Each blink feels thick, and his movements feel sluggish.

It takes him a moment to register what the people around him are shouting.]

5! 4! 3! 2! 1! ... Happy New Year!

[He turns to the person next to him. And he feels the urge to... ?]

IV. WILD CARD

[Choose your own adventure!]

[shiro2hero]

[Look, for once, he's one of the people all caught up in this mess. Because, if nothing else, the town has that way about it. It has a way of sucking you in. Making you do things you really don't want to do.]

[Like joining in the countdown.]

[And turning to the person at his elbow, thinking absolutely nothing of grasping their face in a haze of Town-Induced Stupidity. Leaning in to smooch them. Right on the face.]

Cain Scarlett | Original

[prohibitions]

I. Champagne and Cigarettes

[It's loud and people seem to be having the time of their lives. Perhaps you're in the middle of it all and enjoying yourself like everyone else or maybe you're trying to get out of the center to take a breather between dancing and partying.

There's a tall gentleman standing off and away from the crowds. He's dressed rather dapper and his hair slicked and done. He's not paying attention to the people at all and is looking out the window instead. A half finished glass of champagne is sitting on the windowsill and he's fidgeting with a cigarette in his hand. He seems to be contemplating if he wants to brace the cold to smoke it or just smoking in there and hoping he won't get into trouble for it.

He puts the cigarette in his mouth, but doesn't light it. Cain does glance around before making eye contact with you. He just raises an eyebrow.]

II. Dirty Dancing

[He isn't interested in drinking games and socializing too much. He will, however, take advantage of having a little fun on the dance floor. He has the glowing number card tucked into the breast pocket of his waistcoat as he quietly walks around the crowds of people.

Cain approaches with a charming smile and a hand held out.]

You wouldn't be opposed to dancing with me would you? I'm famished for a good dance and I couldn't imagine a more enchanting time than with you right this moment.

III. Kiss Counter

[He had never been fond of the intimacy of a kiss with people. The tradition of kissing someone for the upcoming New Year had always been an odd tradition to him.

However, as the timer goes down and hits one, he feels the sudden urge. The want to press his mouth against another.

His actions are smooth as he slips his hand around the waist of the closest person and pulling them close. He gives a bright smile and tilts his head slightly as he observes whoever he had grabbed.] I hope you will indulge me with a kiss. It would be a waste with the New Year ringing in, don't you think?

IV. Wildcard

[Feel free to leave a prompt if none of these work! I'm also available on plurk rakuranger

II

[silvertongueheir]

[Franciscus has been studying his own number card, which by complete coincidence (aka mun fiat) matches the one in Cain's pocket. He grins a little when approached.] Well, aren't you a charmer. I certainly won't object. [He reaches out to take the offered hand, then blinks when he feels a strange tingle run between them.]

...did you feel that too?

Rey | Star Wars

[provenforce]

i. you better get this party started

Rey's never been to a party before. She's not even sure how to behave at one, really, so she sticks mostly to the edges of things, trying to look like she belongs and isn't entirely awkward. In a floor-length white dress she stands out a little, but not too much. When she finds herself with a champagne glass she sips the drink suspiciously, and finds that she likes it. Enough that she has a second glass not too long after the first.

As the night wears on she feels more relaxed, actually approaching a few people to introduce herself, and finding herself swaying to the music. She could probably easily be pulled onto the dance floor, though she wouldn't know what she's doing so hopefully no one minds pinched toes.

ii. happy new year!

The passing of another year is something Rey is intimately familiar with. She's marked the passage of time for years on the side of her AT-AT home, ticking off each day with a hashmark on the metal. This is the first time she's experienced that passage of time with such fanfare, and she finds herself entirely swept up in the moment.

When the person beside her pulls her into a kiss, it's something she's surprised to be receptive to, though she quickly pulls away after, embarrassed.

"Well I think I've had too much to drink," she laughs, somewhat sheepishly as she holds her hand up in front of her mouth.

iii. auld lang sine

Her blood is boiling. She's familiar with this feeling, the darkness within her coursing through her, unbidden. Usually she can control it, but for whatever reason tonight it feels like it's swallowing her, as she doesn't bother reaching for weapons but turning on the person, that face instead, her hand stretched towards them.

Hand curled to mimic a choke hold she reaches with the Force, seeking their life force, looking to cut it off even as she drags them towards her.

iv. wildcard

[ hmu for anything not here, or hit me on discord @ Varis#4890 if you want to come up with something! I will answer tags in prose or actionspam format, so feel free to reply with whatever you're comfy with! ]

i

[myorders]

Peggy's seen a few parties in her time, but those were slightly different from this one. This one is purely a party for fun, at least for Peggy, and there's no strings attached from her perspective. There might still be some strings, but those strings aren't related to the SSR or anything else on Peggy's list of things to investigate.

But she has on a nice dress and an equally nice pair of shoes, and the mood in the place is festive, and that's good enough for Peggy. She, too, has been keeping to the fringes, or at least constantly moving through the crowd, never staying still for too long, but it's when she's paused at a spot at the edge of the room that she spies Rey.

"Hello there. Having a good time?"

neria surana | dragon age origins: baby edition

[kinloch]

[ HEY, so remember how last time Neria was on this TDM she was ten years older and also an entirely different blonde person? Of course you don't. She's always been a tiny brunette lady in her late teens. Except for when she was a younger teen previous to that, and before that an actual child, and then--look. You get me.

Meanwhile, the rest of this remains true:

I. arrival

Given November's festival of doll fuckery and October's rivers of blood and eternal darkness, it's probably no big deal that you, dear reader (or you, your character, narrative isn't going to trample on your hypothetical address dreams), have just walked out of your house or place of business and run almost directly into a person who seems to be on fire.

..wait. Let's back that up a second.

There is, in fact, a person who seems to have burst into directly in front of you, but within a few seconds - unless you've already stop drop and rolled them, you responsible citizen you - it becomes apparent they're like, fine with this, or at least more cheerfully frustrated than, say, shrieking in agony. In fact, unless you're able to intervene more or less immediately, you will be saved great time and trouble by your new fiery friend's great prowess and ingenuity, and by that we mean hurling their miniature inferno of self right past you and into the nearest snowbank.

Silence falls.

...

Well. Silence and an almost comically onomatopoeic hissing noise. A metal plated glove plants itself over the edge of the dent this person made when they fell, and then a second. Then a third hand appears, followed by at least two more, what kind of monstrosity--no, just kidding. It's the normal number of hands. A normal number of hands which then reveal themselves to be attached to a tiny woman in armor, elfy ears just hanging out, being elfy, through what was probably once a no nonsense updo. She seems remarkably unharmed, for a person who was previously engulfed in flames; as if to confirm this when she starts feeling around to piece herself back together, the first thing she deals with is her hair. As she attempts to wrangle an unruly cloud of curls and spirals and tiny braids out of her face, you, the listener, may enjoy a lilty BBC accent: ]

That--

[ she informs you (unless despite all this narrative presumption there's no one there, in which case it wouldn't be the first time she's pep talked herself post ass kicking) ]

is not supposed to happen.

[ ....................hi! ]

II. Wildcard me something less ridiculous than this, please. Or more, if possible.

II. Wildcard - Because this is Dorian

[nottevintersoldier]

[Neria thinks she has it bad with her magics not behaving entirely how they're meant to. She can be wandering along in what would normally be a fairly quiet and peaceful evening despite perhaps not having a damn clue where or when she is. When suddenly a clap of purple lightning breaks the silence, flashing through the dark sky to strike something almost dangerously close. There is a moment of silence that rings almost supernaturally still before a certain frazzled and singed looking mage comes staggering away from nearby in almost a comically cartoon fashion. His normally perfectly coifed hair is sticking out in all directions and there may or may not be a little bit of steam rising up from places. Dorian himself is a little shaky on his feet but otherwise seems unharmed. He leans a little heavily on a nearby tree to try and get his bearings.]

hunk | vld

[garnish]

(did someone say Party?)

[ Most people at the party are walking around with their glasses of champagne and the more Hunk looks at them the more he wonders just how normal that is. He sure isn't feeling normal after waking up to some spiel about Deerington and each time he spots a smiling face only serves to drive the surreal feeling even deeper. Are those people actually happy to be here or...?

If Hunk had been drinking the champagne foisted on him when he'd arrived at the party then the smile would have been plastered on his face too. Instead there's nothing but a put out look around the room. New places should have new things to try and there's one thing currently on Hunk's mind and it's probably what is currently saving him from drinking the glass of champagne and joining the happy crew.]

Hey - ! [ Hunk speaks to the nearest person, keeping his eyes on the surroundings and not on who he's talking to.]? Did they forget the food or am I just not seeing it?

(happy new year~!)

[ Hunk has totally noticed everyone starting to get more and more fidgety as the countdown starts. At first he'd just been watching the clock, wondering if the worst thing they'll get when it hits zero is confetti. Is that being too hopeful? Absolutely, yet Hunk can't help it; what's the worst that could happen? An explosion? The chances of that are so far removed though it doesn't stop the paladin from suddenly feeling put off by the whole thing.

8, 7, 6...]

Oh hey uh, guess everyone is friends here huh? [ Really, everyone is starting to crowd together now and the laugh that Hunk gives is 100% nervous as he tries to find some space for himself. Personal space, people! He doesn't know you! So naturally when the timer hits zero and the smooching commences the paladin is already on the defensive, ready to try and dodge any incoming affections as best he can.]

(arrival)

[ It's the first time Hunk has gone to sleep and woken up in a completely new world, though he can honestly say he's surprised it hasn't happened sooner. Sometimes weird stuff just happens in his line of work. Doesn't make it any easier though and Hunk is already making a mental note to find the others then find the exit pronto. The idea that the other paladins may not even be in this world barely crosses his mind. It's too busy trying to grasp the fact he's in a new place without the yellow lion to take him back to the ship.

How?

Waking up in a weird place with some weirder tattoo would normally mean a good night out for some people. For Hunk it's just another pain in the butt and he sighs as his stomach grumbles loudly, protesting this apparent lack of attention. So much for a jar of food, that thing barely touched the sides and now Hunk is wandering down the main street on a mission. He'd be lying if he said he was only looking for his team mates. There's nothing wrong with checking out the local delicacies, right? It's not like they can't both be in the same place.
Seriously though, he always thought dreams would be better than this.]

(wildcard)

[Anything goes, feel free to PM if need be. Canon point will probably be start of season 6.]

arrival | HI

[shiro2hero]

[Sometimes weird stuff happens is probably the best way to put it. Considering the amount of weirdness this conversation is likely to bring up. It's still cold as all get out, so bundling up in multiple layers of increasingly ridiculous sweatshirts is a must, before venturing out on the hoverbike.]

[Main street is also a good place to start the supply hunt. In case the stores are open again...]

[He slows the bike. Drifting past someone abruptly familiar. And for a second, Shiro thinks he's gone and started seeing things again. Which would be great, really.]

-- Hunk?!

[He has to sort of. Whip his head around as the hovering vehicle slowly glides a few yards past his teammate. But hey! At least he wasn't going too fast.]

sam wilson | mcu ( non-iw compliant )

[wingmans]

( i. have a drink )

[ so this? this was new. granted not new in the way aliens, magic and shrinking men, but new in that okay this feels like narnia meets stephen king in a backalley. so new to sam who takes it as it comes, rolling his shoulders and letting the tension. not all of it though.

still, he's dressed, relaxed and raising his drink to whoever is nearby. ]

Cheers. To . . . You know what? You can pick it and I'll follow your lead.

( ii. dart board )

[ sam's no hawkeye. but he does have well-trained reflexes, which he takes out on the dart board. and maybe he's showing off a little. it's a party, he's allowed. besides, he probably has five seconds of fame before someone better at this beats him at it. until then, the board is his. he twirls a dart between his fingers before flicking it, narrowing missing the bullseye. he smiles, the gap between his teeth bright and clear. he gestures to whoever is close by, pleased. ]

Hey, man. It's all skill up here. Just saying.

( iii. an unlucky new year's to you too )

[ and then everything was a blur of knives and fighting and sam dodging what he can, holding his hands up while he backs into a table. ]

If it's all the same to you, I'd like to keep all my insides right where they are.

( iv. wildcard! )

[ sam is completely down for lucky new year's kisses and he'll be around the party, cheating badly at card games and drinking. if you have another prompt in mind, please PM this journal. ]

ii :)

[tentacap]

[Steve is not dressed nearly as well as Sam. Just a jacket tossed over a button down, his hands stuffed into his pockets. He's familiar with the game, of course. Even back in the forties it was still in most bars and pool halls. So he knows the game. That said, he's never been particularly good at it, so he stops, watching Sam as he plays.]

You're good.

[He offers it as an easy compliment that comes with the knowledge that if Steve were to play there's a better than nothing chance he might miss the board entirely.]

Peggy Carter | Agent Carter/MCU

[myorders]

1. Party

[ In Peggy's world, the opportunities for attending a party for no reason except for enjoyment are few and far between. More often than not, the only reason she might find herself at a party is because there is someone of importance there that she needs to speak to, which tends to involve some sort of undercover work.

Now, however, Peggy is not in disguise, nor is she here on a mission as far as she knows. This appears to merely be a party, and from the looks of things everyone is enjoying themselves very much.

She's accepted a glass of champagne, which she is currently working on as she makes her way through the crowd. There are no familiar faces that she's spotted as yet, but that doesn't mean she isn't going to look.

At one point, she even finds herself on the dance floor with a veritable stranger, but as luck would have it, he turns out to be fairly capable. And it helps that the drink she's been working on has steadily been lifting her mood until she's practically all smiles. Perhaps it's unlike her, but perhaps the festive mood has finally gotten its hold on her.

When the dance is concluded, she resumes her weaving through the crowd, taking in the various faces (all of them unfamiliar, of course) and occasionally stopping for a bit of small talk. ]

2. Happy New Year

[ For Peggy's part, she's relatively happy when the countdown ends, but that happiness quickly dissipates when she sees people around her reaching for weapons of the pointy and sharp type. ]

Hold on a moment. Where do you think you're going with that?

[ She keeps an easy smile, one that she hopes is calming and placating, as she addresses the nearest individual. ]

I would ask you to reconsider; surely you'll come to regret making this decision if you go through with it.

[ She knows she has about a 50/50 chance of either getting them to listen or making their murderous urges worse. But she likes to believe she can be fairly persuasive, and that's what she's counting on here. ]

3. Wildcard!

[ Peggy can be found anywhere, either on the dance floor, lingering by the drinks, or just making a circuit around the room. She's also available for a kiss or two, or a brush with the weapons, whatever tickles your fancy. I'm open to just about anything! ]

widcard

[weakman]

[ Steve watches the dancing couples with both longing and confusion. While he might steel himself to the notion that he's not meant to be one half of what's in front of him, there is a part of him that wanted that. The confusion comes in the form of genuine disbelief. After their arrival here and the circumstances surrounding such, he doesn't understand the mood.

Everyone, for the most part, acts as if they're okay with being here. It's possibly a matter of do this or wallow but he can't be sure. He catches a glimpse of Peggy and stops beside her, a warm smile on his face. ]

This is a surprise, Agent Carter.

[ The last time they'd been together Steve had been climbing into Howard Stark's machine. ]