TEST DRIVE MEME ⚔️️ 2

[avalonmods]

{ QUICK NAV } Premise ⚔️️ Rules ⚔️️ FAQ ⚔️️ Taken ⚔️️ Reserves ⚔️️ Apply ⚔️️ Locations ⚔️️ Bestiary A ⦿ Soaking in Your Arrival KERPLUNK, SPLASH! Regardless of what you were in the middle of, you and your familiar have been magically pulled into the world of Avalon just above the Bay's chilly waters. After a brief plunge into the Bay, the rush of water filling your ears and soaking up into every creak and crevice of your body, you may need to cough to clear your airways when you rise above the surface. It's paralyzingly cold for a few seconds before you're approached by the Lady of the Lake beneath the water's surface. She puts a vial of a vibrant, glowing red Everwarm* potion to your character's lips. The icy water doesn't feel so icy once consumed and you'll be able to move your limbs enough to swim to shore on your own. She can't stick around to explain, she's got to get this to all the new arrivals! Many of which you'll see plopping in around you. If you can't swim, a handful of helpful ice turtles will scoop you up from beneath and drop you off at the shore. When not helping people, the turtles are going around and hitting the ice that keeps forming on the surface with their shells to keep the surface open for the falling arrivals or pushing personal items to the beach near the new arrivals they smell like (belong to). If anyone tries to ask the Lady of the Lake for directions, she will direct you to Archimedes at the Rent-a-Ride. If anyone with Animal Magic asks the turtles, they will give the full spiel, but very slowly, and they like to get off topic and gossip about other turtles you've never heard of. The shores themselves are littered with new arrivals complaining their way up a staircase carved into the walls of the White Cliffs. There is no railing, so be careful, but if you do fall, be prepared for a mysterious sand hand to reach out of the side of the cliffs to catch you. The hand will pat you atop the head twice before retreating back into the wall. This is the Cliff Beast; despite the name, he is quite friendly. B ⦿ The Caravan to Camelot Once everyone is wrangled up to the top of the White Cliffs, the handsome owner of the Rent-a-Ride, Archimedes, will distribute smart phones, a pair of earbuds, and a winter cloak** to everyone before getting them settled in groups into modernized carriages pulled by horses and give them a basic explanation of why and how they've been brought to Avalon: The universe is frozen in time and your character has been brought here by a familiar that was able to bond with them. They'll have to learn magic to help save their own world from destruction, but first they've got to get them to Camelot. It is here that you have the first opportunity to decide who they will be in their new home. You'll have about an hour to wander around here, meet and greet, and pet the horses before it's time to go. These carriages use fae technology that combats weight, so your character will be able to get in regardless of whether they're light as a feather or weigh two tons. The carts have air conditioning when it's hot, heating when it's cold, and a mystical shield to protect from bugs. There is also a mini-bar that pops out of the console with nip bottles. Characters can use their smartphones to connect to Camelot's internet service, avalononline (AOL), to chat with other characters, watch dumb videos, learn about the world, contact Camelot Support (they'll answer any questions they can for you, from how to use a smart phone to where to find quests and resources to learn more about your magic). Be careful if you decide to use your phones while in the caravan-- if you don't use those earbuds and start forcing everyone to listen to your nonsense, Archimedes may make you walk. C ⦿ The Red Spring The journey from the White Cliffs to the City of Camelot is a long one, and the first evening you arrive you'll end up spending at the Red Spring, a booming resort town. Because of the volume of new arrivals and vacationers, inn rooms are assigned two-to-a-room. The rooms have two twin beds, a bathroom, a mini-fridge and microwave, and a TV equipped with a couple of entertaining video games and a few free movies. If you don't want to relax in the room, try taking a dip in the spring for another chance to meet your fellow travelers. The waters have restorative properties that help horses and travelers recover quickly when drunk. It is known to relieve stress, improve energy levels, and mildly accelerate healing. It may be a little chilly when you get out though, so make sure you don't slip rushing back indoors when you get out! The springs are also home to a large training grounds just outside town limits, where there are teachers who will teach basic magic safety and help you discover what kind of magic you have together with other new arrivals. Try target practice, obstacle courses, meditation circles, and other ways to try to figure out just what you can do... if you didn't already have an accidental discovery on the ride there. A ⦿ Trial and Icy Errors Winter has arrived in Avalon, and with it has come to a change in the weather. Puffs of breath precede sentences when outside, small fires fill braziers to allow people to stop and get warm for a moment between where they come from and where they are going. Snow has begun to fall; at first, it is the same, fluffy, white flakes many adventurers will have seen. However, as the day progresses, the snow begins to shimmer; it’s like a prismatic effect, a magical light catching against every little crystal and illuminating sparkling flakes, so vibrant it’s clear someone has enchanted the snow. Shortly after the change, there will be a text alert to all devices: Tired of the same old routine with your magic? Ready for a little something new? Come on out and have an old fashioned snowball fight with a magical twist. Be sure to practice your new powers and have fun! 😉 -Merlin Those who come outside to find the rainbow snow already being packed into neat balls by Camelot's citizens; go ahead and grab a basket full but remember, don’t just toss them. Let’s get magic with it! Different types of magic will have different effects on the enchanted snow: Use kinetic magic to toss three at once. Nevermind if they suddenly balloon inside and burst into a snow shower over your opponent, throw a couple more; some are bound to hit, right? Throw a little animal magic in there and morph a few into a bear or some other animal of your intent; sorry about his random dance attack, at least your opponent will be laughing too hard to throw a snowball at you. Try hiding them in a shield or cast an illusion with some light magic; better apologize when that goes sideways and the snow hardens, bursting into rainbow crystals at your opponent's feet. Team up with someone who has cognitive magic; they can telegraph you the plan without your opponents being any the wiser... except the snow seems to be picking up on it and sending those thoughts right to your opponent! Perhaps use this as an opportunity to learn control! Maybe you want to try using a little wind magic if you’re of the elemental class; watch out for the rainbow snow squall your perfectly lobbed snowballs will become. Healing magic is one you might not see coming-- enchanting a snowball with healing magic can result in positive mood enhancements. Give your enemies a blast of zen to lower their guard and make them an easy target! A dark magic user might think to add a little hex to their snowball; give themselves an edge... too bad, without practice, that hex might be a little too heavy and burst over the maker before it even leaves their hand! Hope you know how to fix it. Alchemists are welcome to change the shape of those snowballs. Maybe try and craft them into something a little more stealthy or projectile. Too bad that snow seems to want to turn into a batch of butterflies and be free... magic sure is tricky! But hey, they sure are pretty. In the end, it seems while adventurers will be able to get plenty of practice in, some of that practice is going to come from trying to stop the side effects of mixing their powers with the magic snow; welcome to your first lesson in control. If one is going to use magic in conjunction with already magically imbued things, they ought to know the right amount, seems Merlin wants you all to learn in a trial by snowball error. Those who practice their magic and participate in the snowball fight will be given hot chocolate, warm soup, fresh baked goods, or other treats to warm them up after their training is done. But don’t slack off! You’re like to find your hot chocolate spiced with pickle flavor, that warm treat suddenly turns to ice cream in your mouth. Avalonians want that practice to happen, and are willing to add some incentive... whether that means the carrot or the icicle. All throughout the City of Camelot is a buzz of excitement about the oncoming winter solstice on the 21st. Citizens will tell you of the winter solstice's importance in cleansing the flow of Avalon's magic each year and absorbing sunlight to increase its potency. In other words, the winter solstice generates a significant amount of magic if the proper ritual is followed, so the visitors from other worlds really should head on over to Albion's White Cliffs. A ⦿ The Darkness in the White Cliffs The first task that you'll experience during the ritual is asking the Cliff Beast's permission to enter the cliffs. Though they look wholly solid on the outside, these cliffs contain a veritable labyrinth of magical caves that weave in and out of the chalky cliffs. As there is danger within these walls, it is recommended no one go alone. The Cliff Beast will only open a door to the caves for parties of two or more who present him with a gift. The gift doesn't need to be something significant, just a show of courtesy-- a lovely rock or a seashell will do, placed at the base of the cliff. The only gifts he will outright reject are precious gems and metals. Honestly, they make him a little nauseous-- and you don't want to see a cliff beast nauseous. In fact, if you try it, the Cliff Beast will suddenly burst into a rockslide right near where the gem was left. Watch out! Once you gain entrance, you will find there is no light within the caves and the door seems to close behind you. Non-magical lights won't illuminate anything within these caves, so you will need to either navigate through the darkness or find a magical means to light your path. Be wary-- traveling in the dark will be a much safer journey if you can find your way through the caves and keep track of your companions. The reason there is no light are the bat-like creatures that eat energy like fire and electricity. With the magical light attracting them and nothing to consume, they'll be very aggressive and swarm anything emitting heat.. like an unsuspecting traveler. Make too much noise, and the Cliff Beast will spit you out back onto the sand and you'll have to start over. B ⦿ "For a greedy man, even his tomb is too small." Those who persist within the caves will eventually come upon a room whose ceiling glistens with bioluminiscent microbes that are too small for the bats to eat. These little glowing creatures create reflections in the room that show just what it contains-- glimmerings of precious gems, gold, and other treasure cover the walls and floor, save for a large flat stone altar in the center. There are many hand-crafted clay cups filled with what appears to be water. The side of the alter has a very simple message: "TAKE ONE CUP TO THE SPRING, LEAVE THE REST. SPILL NO DROP." Sure enough, this matches with the instructions you were given about the ritual: Take a cup of waters harvested by the Asrai, a fairy that lives within the walls of the cliffs that cultivates it every year to bring to the Red Springs for the Winter Solstice. There is no clear warning about what will happen if you take anything besides your one cup. However, characters who disobey this instruction and take any of the riches within the cave will initially experience severe symptoms such as magical blockage, an endless common cold, and food turning to ash in their mouth. They will experience dreams in which they are urged to return the treasure and a day later, advanced symptoms if it goes on for too long have been known to result in vomiting frogs and snakes, insomnia, speaking in tongues despite the translation spell, bleeding from the ears, and eventually death. C ⦿ Drink Up Those who listen and take the Asrai's cups to the Red Springs will notice while carrying the cups, all creatures and threats will leave you in peace. Neither rain nor snow will touch you, parting from your path in both the sky and on the ground. The effects will only last as long as you don't spill a single drop. The ritual can still be completed, but the protections only work if you don't spill-- otherwise you'll be fighting off weather, creatures, other people, and whatever else you encounter as the effects of a spilled cup will cause those around you to try to steal your cup without thought for your safety, even if they might not even think to do normally. Upon arriving at the Red Springs, a party of people there to guide those who have made the ritual's journey to a particular pool within the vicinity of the springs. Characters will be directed to take a sip, then pour the rest into the Spring alongside your peers, finally throwing the clay cup itself into the spring. Throughout the day, you will begin to feel strangely giddy, but it will pass. Nothing much will seem like it happens otherwise, but the guides assure you that you will understand on the night of the winter solstice when the ritual is complete and your body becomes a conduit to purify and rejuvenate Avalon's magic. For now, as thanks, the guides offer you one of the celebratory gifts they have to offer-- free drinks (this time of the age-appropriate alcoholic or sugary variety), a free night's stay at the Red Springs, a yule log, an escort, a Recipe: Snow Dance. (Effect: Snow Dance will cause small flurries to pick up where the spell is cast, resulting in decreased visibility. Only works if snow is already present, as it cannot generate elements.) The choice is yours. Pick one. MOD NOTES: • All test drive prompts are open to anyone in the game at any time to create your own logs with, but this post should have top-levels by potential new characters only. Current characters may reply to any threads, but should not top-level comment on this post. • If your application is accepted, you may accept TDM threads as game canon as long as both players consent. Characters may begin threading as soon as their journal is accepted to the communities. • If nothing here tickles your fancy, try one of this month's Quests for your TDM prompt. • The first "Arrival" prompts are present on every TDM, but may contain seasonal tweaks for flavor. All other prompts will change monthly. • Questions about this TDM's content? Comment here! If you have a question about the game at-large, please head over to the FAQ. *This Everwarm does not count toward your potion collection for those who wish to take up potion brewing. You must obtain Everwarm from the Elphame Trader's to count. **Jackets come in a variety of neutral colors, enchanted with a fit-adjustment spell that will adjust to your character's size.

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Isabel Knight | Mage: the Ascension OC | Light; dragonet familiar

[hyperdrivemonalisa]

1: Caravan to Camelot

Well, that explains you,I guess. [Isabel was talking to the fluffy beast in her lap. It was trying to dry itself without much success, so she was hoping they got to shelter soon. Wouldn't do for her familiar to get a cold, she thought. Though at least the caravan was warm!]

At least this is familiar. No pun intended! [Isabel has no problem using the smart phone to start punching up some of the more pertinent information, though she has one earbud in so she won't annoy all and sundry.]


2: Trial and Icy Error

[Isabel has shielding...mostly down. Mostly. They're very obvious when she does it, glinting and glittering, visible against the ice and snow. She's making faces. Though back home, learning magick took time, too...

She pitches a snowball at someone--it's not a pelt but an easy lob, easily avoided. Though when it shatters into very solid crystal at their feet, it elicits a yelp from her, and a startled, shouted:] Sorry! I didn't know that was gonna happen!

3: "For a greedy man..."

[Isabel, being raised right (at least in her mind), isn't greedy in the sense that she has to take anything but the cup she's instructed to. Still, she hasn't picked up a cup yet. She's a bit entranced by the beauty of the gems and precious metals in the light. She's not taking per se, but trying to resign this place to memory? Probably a little. She'll move...eventually...]

It's so pretty...I've never seen anything like it!

3: "For a greedy man..."

[serpentinthegarden]

The vaults of Babylon, the tombs of Pharaohs, the Palace of Versailles... Crowley had seen such glittering luxury before and wasn't particularly moved by it. What was interesting was the way this young lady stared at the jewel encrusted wall.

"You could stand there staring at the wall all day or you could take a few? Those jewels aren't doing any good just hanging there anyway."

Demons didn't always give the best advice.

[hyperdrivemonalisa]

Isabel looked over at the man, brows going up. "Maybe so, but I mean. You know about the fae, right?"

She'd only had a few brushes with them in the past--not that one of her mother's best friends hadn't been one himself. Or half. Even that half had been kind of overwhelming.

"I kind of like my parts where they are. In the right places and uncursed, like normal." Though she finished that last comment with a bit of a laugh. His words had seemed to break her from her reverie, though.

2

[morganknight]

[The shattering snowball? That doesn't get his attention. Her yelping apology? Not that either. What gets his attention is the crunch of crystal underfoot on his next step.]

[Morgan pauses, lifts his foot, and looks rather blankly at the mess on the ground he'd just stepped on. Where the heck had that come from?]

[hyperdrivemonalisa]

Jeez, mister, are you okay? You didn't get cut or anything, did you?

[Isabel tried to brush him off, and look at his foot at the same time. It doesn't work very well, truth be told. But she bends over to pick up one of the crystal shards, staring at it with some trepidation.]

I guess I really do need to practice more--this sure isn't like what I'd been learning at home. [She gives a rueful shake of her head, before looking up at the man. And double takes. This cannot be happening!]

D-Dad? What are you doing here?! [Her voice may have gone up an octave or two.]

in the caravan

[blue_ice]

[ Hello, strange new dragon friend! A smooth silvery-blue maw approaches, sniffing curiously.

Her partner, on the other hand, extends a hand and lightly pulls her back. He's a tall, surly kind of guy. He looks up, just a little alarmed. ]

You usually take polar plunges?

[hyperdrivemonalisa]

Sometimes, but when I do, it's usually by choice and I'm prepared. Jogging up that staircase with fifty pounds of water in my hair...it was a good workout, but not sure I'd have chosen that either. If I'd had my druthers.

[But Isabel didn't, so she'd had to suck it up.] Don't worry about floofles there, she's harmless. And I really need to think up a better name than 'Floofles'...I know, it's not dignified!

[Yes, the dragonet has given Isabel a look of reproach.]

2.

[amonsterbyanyothername]

Kei had personally decided to start constructing a snowman - the snow is so pretty, it's sure to add a nice touch. And it's not too bad a job, if he says so himself. It's a little wobbly in some places, but the round balls seem to be cute still, somehow.

And he isn't paying attention when a snowball is lobbed at him, and his Simurgh yipps to warn him.

"Oh...!" Rather than jumping, he takes simply a quick step back, his uncovered eye hardly widening.

"It's alright, it's alright," he says with a small laugh. Whew, that was a close one, though. "I'm sure you didn't mean any harm."

He's all warm smiles. No harm done.

[hyperdrivemonalisa]

"Definitely not!" Isabel's more than a bit embarrassed at that, but if the guy is being reassuring that she did no harm, she's going to not worry so much.

Though she has to stare a little bit at his familiar. It's a little bit of surprise, and a whole lot of admiration.

"You have one pretty familiar," she breathes. At that, her own lifts a clawed paw to poke at her leg.

"You might grow up pretty, honey, but you are firmly in the 'cute' category. Don't worry, that's got a lot of mileage in it, too." She laughs at that, though.

3;

[waterbiscuit]

[Well, at least somebody is impressed here. All of the treasure is incredibly pretty and incredibly shiny, but you've seen one room overflowing with gold you've seen them all.

(There aren't even any magic carpets here, which means this ranks well below the Scarabia storage room.)

Kalim has already picked up a cup, a cheerful smile on his face. He turns to look at Isabel at her words, blinking.]

Really?! This kind of thing is pretty common where I'm from.

[Is it really, though...]

[hyperdrivemonalisa]

Well, I suppose maybe at the Smithsonian, but I don't get over there much. [Not that there aren't a few museums in Pittsburgh, either, but no, she hasn't been in a room that's got this much juwelry or gems and assorted bling in it. She shrugs.]

I mean it's pretty, yeah, but something about this also screams "hey there's a curse if you mess up!" too, you know? "Touch nothing but the lamp, and only the lamp!" So...just a cup and the water.

Robyn Hill 🐦 RWBY

[mantleoftruth]

Caravan to Camelot
After the unexpected dip into the icy water of the river the warmth of the cloak was certainly a welcome addition to her wardrobe, which Robyn had managed to wring dry most of the way before the climb. The explanation of course was lacking in details for what she wanted, but at least it was something. Though she couldn't help but to laugh a little at the thought that she'd gone from hometown hero to someone that was being trusted to save everything.

Popping in the earbuds she began to look over what she could find on the network about Camelot and the magic that had been mentioned. Wondering just what kind of fever dream she'd slipped into while being helpless to do anything in that cell.

Snow & Tell
The feeling was entirely different than her Semblance. She'd always had to take someone's hand and focus in order to tell whether they were speaking the truth, but now she found she was able to use objects to see things that had recently happened around it. Rather than relying on the word of another she'd be able to see it for herself, something that would be rather helpful with what they had been tasked with. For now though, she needed a little practice, and what better way than a bit of training through a snowball fight.

Go left, I'll draw their attention to the right and you can get behind them.

"Now."

Drink Up
The trials had been a bit tricky at times, the gift was easy enough with Robyn having simply offered some of the food that she had brought with her, and the bats were easy enough to avoid by only using small bursts of light from a hooded lantern. She had no interest in the treasures of the tomb, there was no way she'd be able to carry enough to make much of a difference to those who needed it. If only Fiona had been there to help with that, they would have been able to help a lot of people with what was there. Though given the warning, it was likely for the best.

Now Robyn carried one of the cups, carefully making sure that she didn't spill any as she started on her way back out.

"I don't know about you, but I'm a little thirsty after all that. Shame we could only have one cup."

Drink Up

[hyperdrivemonalisa]

"And it kind of sucks we only get a sip, but I guess rules are rules, right?" Isabel shrugged--at least the shield over the mouth of her cup made sure she was unlikely to spill. But she was being pretty careful, as well.

"I suppose if there's some clean snow once we're done, we could always have a couple bites of that, though."

It wouldn't be the weirdest thing Isabel had ever sampled...

[mantleoftruth]

"I'm sure that we will be able to find something a little better than snow when we're done."

Usually, stuff like this was symbolic. And even if there wasn't Robyn would be glad to take the girl out somewhere to get something and celebrate the journey they'd managed to make.

"For now we just have to make sure not to spill any."

Another reason Robyn wouldn't have minded grabbing a second cup, so she'd have something to use as a shield similar to Isabel's idea.

caravan / might as well get some practice in, hi

[ensuredsurvival]

The strange fever dream might be even weirder with someone who looks quite a bit like her prisoner friend settles into the same carriage. Except she's a woman.

At least she's as social as her brother, just browsing through her smartphone and ignoring anything around them. This world hopping isn't even new to her, so she's not too angry. Visibly at least.

Snow and Tell

[unhappy]

Emerald doesn't know this person and isn't really aware they might recognize her from Remnant wanted bulletins, but if she's hearing thoughts, as bizarre as it is (is this how it feels when she makes someone hallucinate voices that aren't there? No, it's not like she's hearing it...) then she's obviously trying to plan with her. Emerald's so far only managed to make prismatic snow with her light magic, so at least this will get her a leg up on their opponents.

The green-haired girl is used to being the one who goes around unseen, but without her semblance and no real mastery of her light magic, her attempt to conceal herself with refracted light just gets sucked into the snow and her attempt to conceal herself just sputters out and makes little rainbow crystals on the ground. So she rolls her eyes and abandons that idea, just running. At least they didn't take her ability to run. She keeps her eyes on Robyn as she heads behind a snowman someone built to hide until their opponents' backs are turned.

Red Spring

[sisterflayn]

There's a young girl with green hair and green eyes, standing primly, if somewhat excitedly to one side. She clasps her hands in front of her, smiling brightly at the nearest person.

"Oh, I am ever so eager to learn all I can! And you? Are you eager to learn as well? I was a student before I came here. I learned a great deal from my professor. I wonder if any of my previous lessons will help me in my academic pursuits here?"

Re: Red Spring

[anisuki]

The young boy looked up at her wide eyed when she spoke to him. His hands were bandaged and resting in his lap, he looked miserable until she spoke, then he looked confused and unsure. You could almost read the words "social anxiety" on his face. "Doesn't everyone wanna learn?" he mumbled looking down at the bandages.

He wore a lab coat that had been altered for his small frame with clips and pins and staples, the back had been cut into a V shape and the tails that made were on the ground behind him. He had what looked like a control panel on one wrist, and none of his clothes looked like natural fibers. It was all... odd overall.

Franziska von Karma ⚖️ Ace Attorney (Dark Magic/Nixie)

[angiften]

[ In all threads, Franziska will have one arm in a sling, having recently come out of surgery. If characters with healing magic want to help out I'm fine with it OOCly, though she might resist. ]

[ No Good Deed... (Red Spring) ]

So. You claim that by drinking water from the springs, one can recover from bullet wounds.

[ It's the dry tone, really, that ought to be the first warning that something is very wrong. The poor, poor man at the reception desk is already whimpering. He just wanted to help. He just wanted to tell the clearly injured lady that she'd recover more quickly if she just drank the good good spring water.

And now he's doomed. Franziska slams her good fist down on the desk. ]

Is this an authorised medical claim? You must have studies proving these health benefits. Which body reviewed them? I would very much like to see some proof, sir. Else I'll be forced to believe that you've been lying and swindling the injured and vulnerable with your snake oil.

[ 'It's- uh. Water, actually. Not oil. And no snakes.' the poor receptionist attempts. Oh god. Oh god. Help him, she's terrifying. ]

[ Snow Problem (Magic Practice) ]

[ So she's maybe, maybe a little more eager to learn than one might expect, given her... everything. Someone maybe fancies herself something of a knight in shining armour. Something of one. If you ignore the lack of shining armour. And the lack of knighthood. And the.

...everything. ]

[ A ]

[ She starts out as far out of the way as she can manage. Nobody can know that she needs to practice. The problem is that with dark magic there isn't really anyway to know by just looking whether or not it's worked. That requires a live target. And since nobody can know that she needs to practice, she has a grand total of one (1) option.

Which is why you're witnessing a very well dressed woman taking a snowball and smashing it into her own face. ]

[ B ]

[ After some trial and error, she's mastered it. Cursed snowballs. Perfect.

Kind of perfect.

Perfect-ish.

Because the problem is that these are snowballs with a love enchantment on them. And since she can't tell that just by looking, and she's finished with using herself as a test subject- ]

Take that, villain!

[ -it's a perfect headshot, of course, even with one arm out of commission. And- goodness! Did that snowman over there always look so enchanting? With those dark, soulful lumps of coal and that long, hard carrot nose... ]

[ PUT THAT DOWN (Solstice Ritual) ]

[ That treasure is really, really shiny, though. Nobody would miss a few coins...

If you reach out to grab one, though, something strikes the back of your hand with a nasty-sounding crack. ]

You will touch nothing, thief!

[ DO THE QUEST RIGHT. NO SWIPING. ]

[ Wildcard ]

[ Open to just about anything. She'll be semi-active on the network, being eager to immediately learn as much as she needs to to DO EVERYTHING PERFECTLY. I can be reached at oglops. ]

Magic Practice - B

[jurisprudence]

[The only reason he's even come out here — not the shortest of hikes from his office, for one thing, and in the ice and snow for another — is the fact that he's tired of being asked to send cease and desist letters because of inappropriate behavior from new arrivals at the Training Grounds, and while it's true that those requests aren't going to go away any more than the behavior will, at least this way he'll have firsthand facts, and not just babbling witnesses embellishing their accounts.

...Besides, it's been a while since he took Pess out for some proper exercise. He's multitasking. It's fine.

So here he is, bundled up in a long black coat and a thick scarf with Pess on a leash at his side. She's sporting her own tidy little quilted sweater and some paw covers to match, and maybe most dogs would cause a ruckus about that, but most dogs aren't his perfect beautiful girl, so she's barely batting an eye at it.

It's cold out, and he's been walking briskly around for a while to keep his temperature up, when all of a sudden he hears a crisp feminine voice that sends a Pavlovian jolt down his spine, and his head snaps around just in time to spot his younger (however otherwise she might insist) sister's distinctive haircut and the rest of her beneath it, launching a snowball across the field.

One-armed.

Damn it.

He's not running toward her; he's not even briskly jogging. He doesn't run because of things like this. She's not someone to be run towards.

He winds up approaching her awfully quickly, for a guy who isn't running.]

You'll only set back your recovery if you re-injure yourself with careless exertions.

[Hello to you too, Franziska.]

Snow Problem | A

[kikochan]

Umm...

[ Well, there's a sight she wasn't expecting to see at all. Tsubakiko's been standing there baffled for a while now, watching the strange woman continue to... throw snowballs into her own face, and rather violently at that. Tsubakiko can't seem to look away from the whole thing - it's all so bewilderingly ridiculous that she doesn't even know how to respond.

But eventually, she does speak up, feeling something between concern and morbid fascination. ]

Are you... okay?

Ted Theodore Logan | Bill & Ted Trilogy

[partyondude]

((Canonpoint for the purposes of this TDM is mid-Bogus Journey. RP on, dudes!))

Bat Out Of Hell
"-- aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

Ted's mouth fills with water as he crashes into the Bay, and he surfaces after a moment coughing and spluttering. "Bill?" He says, once he's caught his breath and treading water. "Hey Bill? ... Oh, bogus."

Filling his lungs, he ducks back under again. He repeats this process a few times. When the Lady of the Lake arrives with the potion, he turns to her and smiles, despite the fact that his lips are blue and his teeth are chattering.

"Oh, hey, how's it going, babe? Listen, I'd love to have a drink with you, but right now I'm looking for Bill."

Someone may need to help him rub some brain cells together.

Little Guitars

Whoever got Ted Logan as a roommate had better not mind a little noise. Now that it's dried off from being dragged out of the bay by turtles, Ted is making sure his beloved guitar is properly in tune. He may be stuck with going acoustic until he learns his magic, but that's not about to stop him. Once the instrument is in tune, he proceeds to launch into "Panama".

Not well.

At all.

So, so sorry, roommate.


Can't Get This Stuff No More

Ted knows that he's been told to bring the Cliff Beast a gift, but what do you give the mountan who has everything? He hemmed and hawwed for a little while before looking over at his partner.

"Do you think music counts as a gift? I could totally sing him something. Like ... maybe 'High Enough', or ... maybe some Motley Crue?"

Clearly he's going to need a little shepherding through a place where noise isn't an option...

Wildcard

((Care to do one of the other prompts with him? Go right ahead, and I'll follow your lead.))

Little Guitars (not apping (yet, maybe), but voice testing)

[thief_of_hearts]

Locke's usually pretty easy-going, and not one to be bothered by a bit of noise. He does enjoy music, but he could barely call this 'music'. Right now, he's sitting on his bed, knees up against his chest and hands over his ears, directing a half-glare, half-wince over at his roommate.

"I think your guitar's still outta tune, pal."

Was that even supposed to be music? Sure didn't sound like any music he's ever heard. Granted, he had no idea what music was like on anybody else's world, but he was still sure this wasn't it.

Alec Lightwood | Shadowhunters

[bowoflightwood]

Red Spring - Arrival

Alec had no idea where he was after the guy dropped him off with the two big furry dogs pulling his sleigh.

Hazel brown eyes looked around suspiciously, and when he turned around there was absolutely no trace of the man even with the snow. But then he looked up and saw something that looked like a huge log cabin nestled in the snow and saw a bunch of people milling about despite the cold temperatures. He knew he definitely wasn't in New York anymore and he moved among the people, wondering if they were mundanes or otherwise.

But soon enough the Shadowhunter was standing trying to take it all in, when he heard barking and turned around. A white German Shepard soon came bounding over to see him and Alec eventually knelt down. It didn't seem like a werewolf because it was just too friendly. So he raised a hand up to pet it. "Are you lost too?"

Getting up after a few minutes, he headed over to a statue of a woman with golden scales in one hand and a sword in the other. For some reason he was reminded of the statue in the City of Bones. But soon enough Alec was shaken out of those thoughts due to his surprise that the dog had seemed to keep following him around. So he looked at it as the white tail wagged and then his eyes narrowed slightly, looking above the dog.

"This whole place is pretty strange."

Drink Up -

The cup had reminded him somehow of the Mortal cup so Alec had been pretty reluctant to partake in the ritual regarding it. He'd swirled the contents around and watched the effect it had on others. It didn't seem to have any adverse effects and finally he took a tiny sip after having it for about two hours. And at the end of the ritual as he was offered the gifts, he quickly shook his head at the offer of an escort. Nothing else sounded entertaining or anything he wanted either. So he picked up his left hand and began playing with the ring there a little nervously.

Magnus passed through his mind as he played with the ring and contemplated the free drinks that the man would enjoy. But it wasn't his thing so those were passed on too. He had no idea what he'd do with a Yule log or the recipe, so he sat at a table, using the free night stay at the Red Springs.

The stone fireplace roared and crackled behind him and occasionally a pop was heard as the logs burned. there was a beer in front of him as he sat there, with the white dog sitting vigilantly next to him on the floor though he wasn't currently looking at it when he spoke.

"You know, if you keep hanging around, I'm gonna have to give you a name."

Red Spring

[ithuriels_blood]

"And here I thought this was another weird hunter thing." Her tone was laced with a healthy dose of sarcasm, her arms crossed over her stomach. Clary was wearing a tank top but now with the jacket that they were all given draped over her shoulders. The jacket wasn't her style and she hated looking like a mass group of the same person but it was cold and only an idiot would walk around without a jacket.

Clary had spent some time walking around the inn and taking in the scenery. She tried to figure out how she'd draw it: what colors she would use or how certain objects might appear out of focus while sitting in the foreground of the picture while items sitting on the horizon would be in sharp focus.

This whole place felt like it was out of focused.

Maybe Alec felt it too?

Alec annoyed her but she was grateful to see someone she recognized. Now she just needed to find a way back to New York.