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TEST DRIVE MEME #5.
 test drive meme #5 It happens in the blink of an eye. One moment, you are home. Perhaps you are with your family, perhaps you are at work. It's a completely normal day . . . and then, suddenly, your stomach drops. You are overcome with a sudden sense of vertigo. You cannot see up, or down, or where you are. You fall flat on your face. It's bright, warm, and humid . . . for now. Weirdly, the weather seems to be entirely in flux. One moment, it is warm and humid, and within the next handful of hours, it is starting to snow. Whatever is going on with Astoria seems to be messing with the atmosphere of the Temple, and as a result, you are having something of a wild entrance to Acatalepsy. It takes a few seconds for you to gain composure and catch your breath. You are surrounded by ancient stone buildings, with carvings you do not recognize etched into the stone. There's a sense of nausea, overwhelming and sudden, when you realize you aren't in Kansas anymore. Indeed, it seems as if you have fallen down the rabbit hole. A weird, mysterious, snowing-yet-humid rabbit hole.  THE TEMPLE OF BEGINNINGS. Welcome to the "Home Base" of Astoria's Circle. What the actual name of the base is called is lost to the ages, and there's no sense of where you could find it, unless you started asking around. At any rate, this is a central hub of the Circle, a place of powerful magic and mysterious energy. It is a scattering of ancient stone buildings and for the most part, it looks abandoned . . . except for what seems to be a few items, some rooms taken, items moved or organized, even a small garden planted. These are just the smallest hints that there are people here that have been here before you arrived. Overall, it's fairly beautiful. However, it is definitely not modern. Upon exploration, you find that the buildings are kept up by some kind of magic. Some of the rooms have items, things from other Circle members already settled, and others appear to be unclaimed. Pick your rooms, explore the grounds, see the beauty and wonder all around you in such a magical place. However, be careful -- there is some additional movement around the Temple that seems specific to the time of year. HAPPY UN-BIRTHDAY.  The kitchen has become overtaken with a flurry of activity. Vines have woven their way into the area of the Temple typically reserved for food, and there is a massive tea party! What a splendiferous thing -- surely this can't be all that bad. There is such a massive array of food here that it almost seems impossible to know where to start . . . tea and cookies set out with messages that read “EAT/DRINK ME." Well, if you insist. However . . . certain foods and drinks have certain effects upon your person that are wholly unexpected. Well, drat. If you taste the rosehip tea, you are suddenly infatuated with the first individual you lay eyes on. They are everything to you. You think you may even want to propose, immediately, right now. Weddings, I love weddings! Tasting the ladyfingers will cause you to spill your deepest secrets to whoever is nearby. Have a secret crush? Not anymore! The entire room has to know about it, and you somehow can't seem to shut up about whatever you've been trying to keep quiet. A sip of the chamomile tea will cause you to become ridiculously sleepy. That corner looks like a particularly delightful place to take a nap, doesn't it? Maybe someone else wants to nap too. The Madeline cakes cause a ridiculously high spike in happiness. Nothing can get you down, not even the grumpiest of people. Smile, smile, smile! You need to spread this joy to everyone in your reach. A nibble of the scones will prevent you from lying. . . and, in addition, you will be brutally honest on whatever question you're asked. Maybe now is a bad time to give an opinion on your friend's outfit or new haircut, hm? And, finally, the Earl Grey tea will cause an enhancement of your Astoria given powers. Make sure you have that under control, or you may accidentally blow out a window, depending on what it is. YOU'RE LATE, YOU'RE LATE.  The Unseen Servants will be a little, well, mad. Not that anyone will be able to see them, but there will seem to be things moving around the Temple at random, whether they be sheets, clothing, food, furniture, etc. with very little if any logical reason to it. It almost appears like the sheets and the like are moving throughout the air without any rhyme or reason to it . . . someone certainly isn't happy that the Temple is all astray.In addition, the Unseen Servants may also be attempting to steal things off of you. After all, you are also new to their world, and they want to make sure everything is put into their proper place, so beware any silent mischievous Unseen Servants dipping hands into pockets. Also . . . some of the rooms in the Temple are shifting around. Certain entryways could lead you to a select location at random. You may have thought you were entering your room, but it appears you’ve wound up in someone else’s. Or the bathhouse. Or the forest. Either way, you may find yourself lost for a bit...until the Temple decides to stop playing tricks on you. Keep track of your location, or you may wind up in the Forest of the Fey by mistake. OFF WITH YOUR HEAD.  Should you approach the fighting ring, you’ll find that isn’t quite what you’d expect — there are no training dummies to be found, the rusted gates are colored a lavish gold, and the dirt ground has been replaced with a red and black checkered flooring. More notably, the ring itself seems to have expanded to make way for seating so that it’s become more of an arena than anything. There is an audience of spectators: many of them are typically known as the bestiary of this Temple. They are a bit more, er, refined and chatty today.When you enter, the gates will shut behind you. They will not budge. You have now entered a makeshift Royal Court. Suddenly, a playing card manifests in your hand. It might be… A Heart: A princess-like figure is displayed on this card. She appears to be singing.On the back reads a message that states “This card withholds your role. You’ll be permitted to leave once we are thoroughly entertained. Best of luck!” No further instruction is given. Those who have entered with you are in the same predicament. How will you interpret your card? Who are you stuck with and how will you satisfy the audience? Or are you a member of the audience instead? Either way, good luck getting out — it’s up to you! COMMUNICATIONS.  Upon arriving, you will notice on whichever is your non-dominant hand, you will have a fairly simply screen. A smart watch, if you will. Upon exploration, you will find that it has a directory of all those here with you at the Temple of Beginnings- names, and access to a direct message to them. The watch also has video, audio, and text capabilities, as well as what looks like a collection of messages sent to everyone who wishes to open them. This is your 'network', and also how Astoria can reach out and communicate with you. There is nothing keeping you from removing and/or losing your watch! But remember that you will not have access to this network without it. OOC: Also feel free to join us and other possible players on our discord server! enjoy! ♥ |
percival | granblue fantasy
off with your head
off with YOUR head
If Lord Jackass over here hadn't done it first.
So instead, she's just watching him– glad he saved her the trouble of checking to see if these gates could be pried open. ]
Yes and no.
[ She says, simply.
This might work better than actually telling him what's on hers anyway. ]
no subject
anyways
his patience is being tested already. his gaze flits on over to the audience, and back towards her. ]
We're in the presence of a "royal" court. If you want to be free of this nonsense, you'll cooperate with me.
[ his card slips in right in between his fingers, and he raises his hand for her to see. ]
Well?
no subject
So? Royal schmoyal– having a big stick and a pointy crown doesn't mean me or anyone else owes em' shit. Royals where I'm from didn't exactly fare so great, so forgive me if I don't really put a lot of stock in what these assholes want.
[ She raises her own, a king stares back at him. ]
Better get to work, clown.
un-birthday
looking at the strange man, yumeko wonders what kind of life he's led to become so paranoid. he had good aim and he looks fit... ]
Oh, my. You think so? Are you positive of it? I can't imagine a place that seems to want to house us would also want us dead, but perhaps poison doesn't merely mean death... Haha... tell me, have you heard about the rules of the fairy world? It's a bit obscure, but perhaps nothing here is poisoned after all. Only simply so delicious we would never want to go back.
[ her fingers press to her lips, and she chuckles lightly. an idea's forming in her head... ] Of course, there is really only way to test your theory, yes?
no subject
[ the scone skitters right off of her plate, the porcelain crashing to the ground shortly thereafter. and then she speaks. he listens wordlessly, features hardening as he furrows his brows.
bluntly: ]
No.
[ anyways. ]
I have no intention of indulging you. Now step away from the spread.
un-birthday
Oh... no, I ... just wanted a closer look.
[Maybe she was gonna sniff it!]
I don't think it's safe to eat anything here, either.
no subject
You're better off keeping your distance. It would be naive to trust our captors.
[ anyways, he's going to begin to leisurely dump these cups of tea into the sink. ]
Whatever their endgoal is, they've deemed it necessary to rob us of our magic to make it possible. [ he flexes his fingers in an attempt to conjure his fire. zilch. ] Tch. Nothing.
no subject
Not going to argue with him, however. In fact, Sakura walks over to the table, hovering nearby until she eventually takes some of the plates and begins walking them to the trash. There's no easy way to escape, trust her, she's already checked, so might as well make herself useful in the interim.]
... You have magic?
[Holding back her surprise, because... well, how bold of him to state that. She can't think of any mage family that would be so brazen with their abilities.]
un-birthday
Percival may have smacked his hand, but this is the exact situation that explains why humans were born with two -- the moment there's an obstacle he's reaching with his other hand and grabbing a scone before promptly shoving it into his mouth. ]
Weww thewe's onwy onye way to find out.
[ monch monch monch ]
no subject
no, it's fine. ]
Vane, you — spit it out, cur!
[ percival marches on over, gripping vane by the shoulders and yanking him up.. stupid beefcake. ]
Spit it out this once! Did you not learn the first time!? [ ISABELLA'S FEAST, ANYONE? ANYONE REMEMBER? ]
[ anyways. he's going to attempt to give him the heimlich now. ]
no subject
[ He should have seen this coming, and yet here he is. Surprised. Scone caught in the back of his throat as he's in the middle of protesting and trying to back away from Percival.
One thrust, two thrusts, three thrusts, four --
And he's finally spitting the pastry out, coughing violently and trying to catch his breath. ]
Percy, you nearly killed me! [ and saved him but details ]
no subject
Last week, it was potato potato potato! Hashbrowns for breakfast, chips for lunch, and mashed for dinner. Can you im- whoa, this is good! Here, you gotta try!
[Akko is currently not dead and seems unaffected? She is also shoving food into Percival's mouth if she can reach.]
un-birthday! ugh king im here
the item falls back down onto the table and vanitas turns his head to the side to catch the appearance of who it is that's interrupting him. a face he has never seen in his life and that means someone he has to speak to — )
Poisoned, you say 〜 ( glancing back at the contents on the table and then back to the oh-so helpful man. ) I've heard life's worth living if what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger or some mess like that! You think this is the same case? Sad to say, I'm not into the sweeter side of life.
( now that vanitas thinks about it. ) We should test that theory, no? What if there's nothing wrong at all, then you'd let all this food go to waste. Want me to hand feed you so you can check and see, never hurts to be right!
stop i am your homosexual jester
well, he doesn't. he stares in awe before his features distort in frustration. and he reaches forward, making some attempt to grip gran by the wrist — but would you look at that, gran's already got a mouthful of sugar and percival practically...gasps. ]
Oi! Don't swallow. [ his expression hardens. ] We've got no idea as to who our captors are and yet you're going to squirrel down their pastries? [ so percival is going to reach for a napkin, fold it into his hand and gesture said hand towards gran's mouth.
he beckons him to— ]
Spit it out. Now.
you're like a homosexual baby throwing its rattle at me but soon i will die
before he can yell, there's a blink. ]
You're under no obligation to poison test for me like some sort of dog. [ percival is quick to fetch a cup of water, setting it down right before gran; those words ruminate in his mind relentlessly. his features harden. ]
I can take care of myself. You're my vassal, as well as my captain: it's my duty to put you first.
no subject
they aren’t quite like this is. not this earnest, and not this vulnerable.
his feature soften. he doesn’t pull away, and instead remains in place, unmoving. ]
You’re kind. Too kind for your own good. That’s why I was drawn to you all that time ago, after all. [ naive, even. ]
...But I won’t allow you to pay the price for my own weakness. I’ve almost lost you once. I can’t — I won’t risk it again.
[ percival’s brows furrow, the corners of his lips furling into something pained. ]
You won’t throw away your life for me. That’s an order. There’s far too much to be done, Captain.
me when i eat a cream puff and it turns me gay
[ whatever is in his voice is indiscernible — it's the slightest bit sorrowful, but gentle and loving all the same. ]
We promised to work towards our futures together. You have to let me take care of you in turn. Your future is a vast one, Gran, and it's hardly begun. I won't allow you to risk that for my sake.
[ so stupidly, recklessly, he reaches forward to slip a ladyfinger right in between his fingers. he eats it whole, swallowing it down with a sip of tea.
if one of them goes down, it's only natural the other should follow suit. ]
...and I don't know how to be apart from you anymore. I can't...envision a life without you.
off with your head.
the card in his hand, he keeps facing him, and looks over at the king of chad nation with a nonchalant smile.]
So eager to begin?