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Deer Country Mod ([personal profile] reddosmod) wrote in [community profile] deercountry2023-02-08 06:25 pm

and my heart went 'boom!'

FEBRUARY 2023 EVENT
Due to the cyclical nature of Trench, prompts from the PREVIOUS FEBRUARY are available for use again. Please note when you are using this years prompts vs last years prompts when plotting or writing top-levels to avoid confusion.

IMAGE DESCRIPTORS IN ORDER OF APPEARANCE

Prompt One
[Image One: A broken mirror with a woman looking into it, pressing her fingers against the glass. ]
[Image Two: A rose lit up like embers. ]

Prompt Two
[Image One: Neon hearts glowing on a wall. ]
[Image Two: A pocket watch on top of a book page. ]

Prompt Three
[Image One: A young woman with dark hair standing in the snow with red flowers. ]
[Image Two: Footprints in the snow. ]

BAD LUCK OF THE EARLY WORM
WHEN: February
WHERE: All around the city
CONTENT WARNINGS: Curses, violence, danger, misfortune


Everyone has their own streak of bad times. There are some days or weeks whre it feels like nothing is going right. Most people would try and tell say that it's just the tendency to focus on the negative. That it can be relieved by writing down all the good things that happen in our lives, because we have a tendency to only ever focus on the bad. And maybe most of the time, people are right! Maybe the idea of luck really is just perspective.

But not in Trench. Not this month.

No matter what way it's looked at, bad luck seems to be clinging to some people. It might start out small, with simple things like knocking over a favorite drink or snack, or ruining a project that had hours invested into it. Then it might become bigger. A person might start to trip over things and injuring themselves, they might get lost in a blizzard and nearly freeze before finding their way home or to someone they know. Eventually, it could even become undeniably dangerous. The person impacted by bad luck could start to notice corruption levels rising quickly, they could start to turn into a beast at random, they could start to attract violent beasts to them and put themselves or others at risk with heavy battles. The possibilities seem to be endless and none of them are good. Did someone break a mirror? Or twenty?

It will be easy to see that this isn't just impacting one person. Sleepers and Trenchies alike seem to be being plagued by streaks of bad luck across the board. Luckily, the locals seem to know what to do about it. Bad luck pops up from time to time, and of course there would be a ritual to help cleanse it.

Small vendors will start to pop up through the city selling wooden carvings that they promise will absorb all the bad luck that's been going around and dispell it with a simple ritual. A drop of blood from the person impacted and a drop of blood from someone they are close should be placed upon the carving. The blood types of the persons involved should not match (i.e. Coldblood/Coldblood would not work, but Coldblood/Warmblood would). It must be left to soak into the wood overnight, leaving behind deep red stains. The carving must then be placed with a fully bloomed rose and burned in the entrance doorway to the home of the inflicted. The ashes should then be placed into a container and kept somewhere in the home for the duration of February, to make sure that the bad luck stays away.

It seems like it really works! The tricky part is making sure that the bad luck following doesn't get in the way of the ritual while the blood is soaking over night. It may be best for both parties involved to hunker down together until morning, just in case. Time to break out the small talk. Or the deep, meaningful conversations that can sometimes happen in the middle of the night.

GETTING TO KNOW ALL ABOUT YOU
WHEN: February
WHERE: A magic room in the city.
CONTENT WARNINGS: Reference to mild shocks. Forced honesty. Embarrassment. Lots and lots of embarrassment.


Honestly, after being in Trench for so long, people should be used to not ending up in the destination they initially intended for. This month, it seems like the city is trying to encourage people to social, to form new bonds, whether they're romantic, platonic, familial, or any other option one could think of. The bright idea this month for that sort of thing?

Speed dating.

It's not traditional speed dating, necessarily. No one is here to exclusively seek romantic partners, although there are certainly options for it. And it's not something people are signing up for out of their own free will. Instead, people seem to simply show up at the event, with no real recollection of how they got there. Maybe they just woke up on one of the comfy couches and found a "Hi, my name is..." sticker slapped on them. Or maybe they were wandering in the snow and got lost, ending up finding shelter in this strange place, and are now forced to participate until the blizzard passes. All in all, it's harmless fun, isn't it? Who doesn't need a few new friends.

Each person will have a small information blurb given about them that can't be seen by the naked eye, but will appear as soon as someone looks at the other party through their omni. What the blurb says is unique to each person, but it might become clear pretty quickly that they didn't write it themselves... Deerington survivors may find themselves having flashbacks to the days of DeerlyBeloved.

Pairings are completely random. People will be given a series of random questions they can ask one another or they can always feel free to make up their own. Anyone who tries to lie or avoid answering a question might feel a small shock from the chair they're sitting in, one that gets stronger with every lie they tell. The after effects of the shock seem to encourage the need to answer the question with full transparency. It's important to tell the truth when getting to know someone, after all.

After five minutes, both parties can either press a button beside their chair to continue talking to the person they're paired with, or they can move on to the next pairing. Both parties have to press the button in order to stay where they are.

Have fun and remember to always be honest!

LONELY HEARTS CLUB
WHEN: February
WHERE: Trenchwood and throughout the city.
CONTENT WARNINGS: Violence, abuse of power, jealousy, possession, supernatural events, possible death from elemental exposure


There's a tale that comes up around this time of year, one that seems to be an old favorite in Trench. Long ago, in the heart of a blizzard, a young woman was found wandering in Trenchwood. She wore only thin fabrics to keep herself warm and had no shoes. Her skin felt cold as ice. The Hunters who found her quickly brought her into town, giving her shelter in a local in to try and get her warm. She stayed for many nights and it didn't take long for the inn keeper to fall in love with her. But she did not seem to return to his feelings and so he was heartbroken and jealous of all the other men who gave her attention. He demanded she offer him something in trade for her stay and when she could offer nothing, he threw her back out into the snow. The woman went back to the woods and some could hear her howling in anguish, carried through on the strong winds of the blizzard. The Hunters tried to find her, following her cries, but they were unable to, and had to return home before they too might freeze to death. The innkeeper was shunned from the town and forced to leave the city for his cruelty, but nothing stopped the howls of the snow woman.

Throughout the month of February, people will start to hear that the sound of the wind blowing strongly through the streets is starting to sound a little more human-like. The woman's cries will be heard in empty alleys, will be loudest near the edge of the woods, and can even penetrate into dreams. The cries might sometimes sound like cries for help, begging for someone to help save her from the cold. There will be a compulsion that sets deep into the bones of some and many will find it hard to resist her call. Eventually, they may even go looking for her in the woods, trying to brave the winter storms to help the lost snow woman.

Those who give in to that temptation will eventually find the snow woman, but she will not be friendly when found. Her skin has turned a pale white, her lips blue, her eyes glowing a bright red, her long hair blowing every which way in the wind. She will rush at whoever she sees, but instead of giving a physical blow to guard against, she will go through any solid objects and latch on to the soul of her target, possessing their bodies. Male or female, it doesn't seem to matter, she simply wants a chance at life again.

Those who are possessed by the snow woman will not realize they are possessed. They will forget why it was they came out into the woods looking for and will return to the city in a daze. As time passes, they will find that they become irritated by any signs of affection, will become physically aggressive towards couples they see around them, and will attack those who care about them most. The spirit does not necessarily hate love: instead, they see affection as a possible risk for all those who love others. Jealousy kills and she wants to save everyone around her from it, as well as keeping herself safe from losing this new chance at life.

Signs of possession outside of the aggression can be noticed by others. The possessed person will have: ice cold skin, blue-tinged lips, they might shiver even when inside where it's warm, and an aversion to fire or warm/hot water.

Information on how to banish the snow woman from another's body can be found in a book of local legends. This book is sold in stores or can be found in the Archives. To save someone from the snow woman, people must tell the possessed person the things they love most about them. It will cause the possessed person to react violently, so it is suggested that they be restrained during the process. The longer they are forced to hear the positive messages about love, the feelings that they can stir up in another (whether platonic or romantic), and the safety that can be found in that love, the more weakened the hold from the snow woman will be. When the possessed person eventually stops struggling, a cut must be made on the back of their neck, before a cloth soaked in warm rose water must be placed on top of the wound. Their skin will begin to steam before a large gust of snow will pour from their mouth, swirling around the room, and smash through the window. It's suggested to leave it open if you'd like to save the glass.

CODING
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jinx — arcane — coldblood.

[personal profile] opheliac 2023-02-08 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
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Peter Graham 👑 Hereditary (darkblood)

[personal profile] possessum 2023-02-09 12:11 am (UTC)(link)
BAD LUCK OF THE EARLY WORM
ooc ➤ Peter will be afflicted with bad luck, and instead of write up a bunch of interactive possibilities, I'll stick to specific scenarios if anyone's interested. Feel free to let me know on his plot post or at one of my contacts, and I'll happily write up a starter for us (alternatively, I'm totally cool with wildcards). Options for bad luck encounters here could include: around the city somewhere; at the Archives; at the Ritual Gig (a little occult shop where Peter sometimes nervously helps out); getting stuck out in a blizzard somewhere; getting locked in a shop after closing time or something lmao; ritual business with the wood carving, which could be a little sleepover at Peter's place or your person's! aka I'm just as cool if your person has the bad luck curse too and Peter's now helping them with it. (Another factor is he's a Darkblood so this month he'll be trying to help folks out in general.) So yeah we can brainstorm or just hit me up; I'm chill with absolutely anything

GETTING TO KNOW ALL ABOUT YOU
( Do you know what a possessed introvert's biggest fear is?

This.

Peter is no stranger to waking up in some strange location he has no memory of actually getting to, around people he sometimes doesn't know at all, and dealing with the inevitable awkwardness that often accompanies that.

But this is something new entirely.

Thick curls still a little tousled from where Peter was draped unceremoniously against one end of a sofa konked out for who knows how long, he finds his way shuffled into a chair facing somebody else. It may be somebody he knows, or somebody he doesn't, but he's observed what's going on for a few minutes, long enough for him to realise what this is at its core.

forced interaction of a personal questionnaire nature

Which is horrible, and he already hates it. The INFORMATION BLURB about him is short and to the point and definitely seems accurate, given Peter looks about ten seconds away from leaping up! He is squirming very uncomfortably and looking pretty nauseated, which is probably a sign that this will go very well.
)

ooc ➤ I'm cool using generator questions or if you want to toss out your own. I'll likely be using the generator, but if there are any specific topics you'd rather avoid coming up, feel free to let me know! btw he's going to get shocked a lot

LONELY HEARTS CLUB CW : EXORCISM BUSINESS. DEMONIC POSSESSION... ALONG WITH THE GHOST POSSESSION. WE'RE VERY POSSESSED, HERE.
a. THE GHOST
( Whether you know Peter well or not, you've managed to find and trap another victim of the snow woman's hold, and get him restrained to a chair within some room — maybe your house, maybe his house, maybe some random place you were able to find. Ropes around his wrists to hold him securely in place, he doesn't look like he'll be too formidable to work with through this. In fact, he looks scared, a lot of Peter leaking through the ghost's hold due to how frightened all of this makes him, blue lips parted and soft puffs of fog exhaled into the air with each shuddering breath he takes. )

Please don't do this. Please, let me go. Please.

( He's pleading to you, wide-eyed and shaking. The more preparations you make for the ritual, the more his upset grows, eyes swelling with tears. Her rage will come once all of this truly begins, but for now he's almost childlike. And sometimes you swear his voice sounds like someone else, a real child. Maybe there's more than one ghost inside of Peter Graham, something that manifests lost and small for now. )

I don't like this! I—I'm scared! I want my mom—!

b. THE DEMON
( You've been there for the exorcism of the ghost, seen her spill from Peter's mouth, a gust of chilled frost that escapes through the nearest window. It's over.

Except after only a few brief seconds of calm quiet, the boy having stopped straining against his restraints several moments ago, his body starts moving again. Thrashing, violently, back bending inwards and neck craned back, struggling against the holds on his wrists. The chair he's tethered to is slamming around with thuds against the floor, in danger of falling right over. A growl starts up in the hollow of Peter's throat and then begins rising, something surfacing from within. The snow woman was aggressive, but this is... something else.

Maybe you know about Paimon, or maybe you're about to meet him. But the demon king is here and he is upset by what's just happened, by the process of experiencing an exorcism, even if it wasn't his. The act itself... being tied down and restrained, the ritual, the sweep of her wailing spirit moving through his host's body and unwillingly forced out. It sets off something within the demon, something that manifests as rage.

Immediately the energy in the room is overwhelming as the ancient entity's spirit surges. You may feel it, especially if you're sensitive to energies and auras: an oppressively loud static hum that hurts the head and ears and eyes, sends the phantom flutter of ants along every nerve-ending, makes every fine hair on your body prickle. Louder, louder, from static to a high-pitched drone to a roar; you may get a nosebleed, may feel faint. Whatever lights may be in the room will flicker and pop, some shorting right out. Candles will snuff out with a sweep of that odd energy, that uncomfortably pressing sensation of the Other.

But those things are only the start. The demon will be extremely aggressive, and he has a plethora of supernatural abilities that he will not withhold from unleashing against whomever is nearby. How well a person may know Paimon doesn't matter, not now. The demon's a flailing, horrible thing, and he can't see reason. Not yet. Most likely, you'll have to use force. But he won't make it easy for you.

In his chair, Peter's head begins to roll forwards again and you can see that the pupils of his eyes have swollen obscenely, making them pitch-black. The growl becomes a heaving snarl, teeth snapping in your direction.
)

ooc ➤ If you want to hash out how this will go, feel free to hit me up, or we can just play it by ear! There's plenty of potential to injure your person (or even kill them if you wanna, listen I am here for anything). Paimon will be using his telekinetic powers to slam people and objects around, so broken bones / impalements / etc. are on the table. He can also set things aflame, manifest horrifying hallucinations, manipulate energy / use telekinesis to make body parts break and POP... god forbid if you let him loose from his restraints (which is fine with me, but he'll be going feral for sure )

c. YOUR HAUNTING
( It's a bit later in the month, after Peter's own ghost (or at least one of them) has been vanquished from her icy hold on his spirit. The experience has made him freshly wary, nervous, but he realises quickly on that it's nothing exclusive to himself. No, others are being taken by her, again and again. She's so desperate to have what she wants, he remembers; he can't ever forget. To keep herself safe. To never be snuffed of life again, left alone in the cold. He's sorry for her as much as he fears feeling the breath of her again. He's sorry for all of the ghosts who have passed through him, the ones who have left, and the ones who have stayed.

And when others display symptoms of her possession, Peter doesn't turn away from them. Maybe you're wandering outside somewhere, displaying hostility towards someone else, or maybe it's Peter you start turning her anger towards, if you know him well enough to care about him. Maybe you remember his closeness with Luna, a relationship long-lasting and loving, and it fuels her anger within you.

Or maybe it's your exorcism taking place, and Peter has found his way in to help — but this is hard for him. Being on this end of it is.... difficult in itself, and his hands are shaking as he struggles to wind rope around your wrists, fingers losing control of their hold, dropping things. But he's been through this, knows what to do — everything's there and ready. The towel, the rosewater, a window cracked nearby, letting in a crisp howl of snowy wind. A candle flickers on a table set aside; he knows the ghost doesn't like the heat, and if he has to use it against her.... It's a last resort, though. He doesn't want to cause any more discomfort for her unfortunate host than he already will be.

It's not going to be an easy process for either of you, though. The demon within Peter has been left very upset by the ghost's exorcism from its host, from the experience of being tethered and trapped and ritualistically handled. So here you are having an exorcism done by someone demonically possessed, and visibly struggling with it (every so often giving odd spasm movements or sharp little gasps, pupils swelling strangely, soft hisses lingering under his breath and sometimes directed at you — because of the ghost within you. Paimon really doesn't like her....) This is probably going to be fine.
)

ooc ➤ Alternatively, there's the option for your person to be someone working with Peter to perform an exorcism on some random NPC, which I think could also be really fun!! Maybe you can help him through this... although his demon might get snappy at you along the way.

WILDCARD / ETC

ooc ➤ Want to brainstorm something else? I'm game! Feel free to contact me anywhere:

♡ plurk (horreur) / discord (large bat#2354) / pm / Peter's plot post
Also, respond in prose if that's your preference, and I'll gladly follow suit!

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ariane yeong | signalis

[personal profile] toteninsel 2023-02-09 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
getting to know you. cw: body horror
[ Congratulations! Sitting across from you is a thin, tired-looking, white-haired woman. As she lightly smiles at you in greeting, the following blurb appears. It manages to hold steady long enough for you to read it, but before long, the woman's picture begins to melt from the eyes. Blood-red, fleshy tears drown out her entire face, until the photograph itself glitches, and is replaced with something else.

If Ariane knows this is happening, she doesn't say anything. Instead, she looks perfectly at peace, as if she could do this all day. ]


What's your favorite color?

[ An excellent opener. There's nothing to worry about, see? ]

bad luck of the early worm.
[ Your luck is terrible.

Maybe you're just tripping over your feet, or breaking things. Maybe the situation is worse, and you've really fucked up. No matter the severity of your condition, there's always the chance of a remedy to be found in the Pale Sanctuary.

The locals here have been awfully kind, and have granted Ariane a small room within the Sanctuary to call her own. She's chosen one deep underground, where the air is thick and still and musty. Her room is sparsely decorated so far: little more than a few pillows, a small altar, and a potted lily.

Mostly, Ariane tends to read in here. But at the sound of a visitor approaching, she'll look up from her book and smile. ]


Hello. Very few people bother to come all the way down here, you know.

(ooc: feel free to respond with your own starter as well, or hit up my plotting comment for a custom starter!)
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Bad Luck

[personal profile] onekindsoul 2023-02-09 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
[Ruby's store had recently been robbed by a mysterious figure. Which had led her to set up a variety of booby traps throughout it to catch the person if they came by again. This ranged from ridiculous nets, snare traps, hidden guns that shot coldblood ice to freeze things, trip wires, and even a few hidden containers of glue. No one was getting past her this time around.

It seemed like just the right amount of over the topness for one Ruby Rose-Ushiromiya.

But she had plans to hang out this evening. Which is why Peter was with her in the store as she set the traps and prepared to lock the store for the night.

Once the traps were set she moved to put her hand on the door but there was a weird snapping noise as she tried to turn the knob.]


...That didn't sound good.
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Lonely Hearts Club | the demon

[personal profile] martyrofduty 2023-02-09 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
The darkblood seal has been misaligned keeping her at her normal status all through the exorcism—a black hole that cannot be sensed or directly affected without touch. Sure, she gets slammed back in a fit of his rage, but her insides are off limits. Someone acting out like this, not recognizing friend from foe, is a bad time to turn off that measure of protection one might think. Well—

Pyrrha's quick about it. With a thought, the crescents align and her energy can get sensed by those with gifts in the room. No sooner than they line up, she breaks that connection, and the crescents in the tattoo under her clothes shift out of alignment. On. Off. On. Off. To the normal eye, she's coping with the tantrum and healing from what injuries she gets. To those sensitive to magic, she's like a light switch being toggled on and off over and over and over again.
hauntedsavior: (⚡ caverns shake like thunderstorms)

speed dating

[personal profile] hauntedsavior 2023-02-09 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
[anna does not look very long at the image; she knows who she's speaking to. though since anna herself looks only slightly more like an overgrown EULR unit compared to the last time they had met, she's not sure ariane will know who she is. truly she hopes the sloppily screenprinted black tee she's wearing underneath a leather jacket is disarming enough not to call attention to the last conversation that she and ariane had had. she is not aware of her own profile.]

Black. [she answers it simply, though not without a little visible discomfort. she's not sure she should just leave it at that—and isn't it a little simple?] Somebody once told me that I looked damn good in it. I guess she was right. I—do you remember actually coming here? Like. [she gestures out around them. this place is really quaint, but she can't think of how she'd been brought into it.] Here here. To this whole—what is this, speed dating thing?
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speed date!

[personal profile] manyone 2023-02-09 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ Like poor Ariane, Beatrice has but a single line to her blurb. She processes Ariane's with an almost careless glance at her omni, then smiles across the table as everything changes. Rather than disturbed, she seems amused. For a moment her grin is far, far too wide to fit on a human face. ]

Mmm. That's hard to say. I'd have to say gold. Or maybe red?

[ Her pipe is tucked between her teeth. ]

What's your favorite book?

[ Absolutely normal things happening here. ]
ex_sink985: (when these plates meet)

xuan he • tgcf

[personal profile] ex_sink985 2023-02-09 07:04 am (UTC)(link)
— SPEED DATING

HI the nametag reads, MY NAME IS:

Below it the Chinese characters of 黑水沉舟 are translated to "Black Water Submerging Boats". The next should say He Xuan, 贺玄, but it too has translated to "Mysterious congratulations." Below that in even smaller font: 地师明仪, "Bright-faced master of earth." (Though it's hard to read, pearlescent dried blood smeared over the characters as if to hide them.)

The overall effect is more like one of those pieces of stationary where the designers just wanted to use some English and didn't translate what it said.

As if that wasn't enough, when viewed through the omni, there's a deerlybeloved style bio, too:
don't be decieved if i seem like a cold fish, i'm ready to be schooled in the ways of roemance. you'll reel me in if you share my piscan kink, but let minnow if you'd rather just be friends. ( he xuan | ±900 | he/him | bi )

Xuan isn't sure how he got here, sits in the provided chair straight-backed and stony-faced. He won't be first to interact; in fact, he'll endure several prompting shocks to try and stay silent for the whole five minutes until he suddenly is forced to blurt out: "How do you define a good friendship?"


— BAD LUCK

Xuan has no particular interest in whether or not his luck is bad, not even after it results in empty nets and empty lines, a higher tide than expected flooding his little cave and washing away what unimportant trifles and bedding he'd left there, or a particularly unfortunate pairing in the questions game.

No, he would not do the ritual on his own. But he's there looking at the carvings idly, scoffing at the opportunism of salesmen, when someone else decides to buy one. And if, perhaps, there's a question of where to find the blood, if a person doesn't already have someone in mind, well...

"I'm a Paleblood," he says solemnly, voice like two wet rocks scraped together.

He doesn't say anything else, but the offer is there, hanging in the air.


— OOC

(( warnings/permissions & plotting post.

if you would like to handwave xuan quietly sitting through the ritual with your character to kickstart cr for later that is also welcome, lmk!

if you struggle with his passiveness he also has a bunch of chocolates or i'm willing to write more personalized starters with a specific hook. ))
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Beatrice the Golden Witch » Umineko no Naku Koro ni

[personal profile] manyone 2023-02-09 04:22 pm (UTC)(link)
getting to know you

[ Weirdly enough, Beatrice actually volunteered for this stupidity. Mostly she did so out of morbid curiosity and a desire for chaos (plus that whole thing where she's trying so hard to be helpful) but here she is, sitting all prim and lady-like on one side of the speed-dating table. Her nametag reads Hello, my name is Beatrice! Ask me about my other names!

If you care to check your omni, there's a mercifully brief profile that tells you exactly nothing. Beatrice, her slender pipe in hand, smiles. ]


How exciting to get to meet someone new!

So, what's your favorite flower?

helpful

[ Outside of speed-dating, Beatrice has a itching, frustrating urge to help people. To be of use. It's irritatingly Shannon and Kanon-like but she gives in to it anyways soon enough. She meanders the streets of Trench, looking for anyone who might even vaguely be in the need of help--whether it's carrying groceries, moving something, or just peeking through your window and seeing someone doing the dishes, Beatrice is quick to arrive at someone's side in a flurry of golden butterflies. ]

Fear not! The Golden Witch has arrived to bless you with her aid~!

wild card
Something else in mind? Feel free to give me a poke. ]
Edited 2023-02-09 16:23 (UTC)
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Scorpia | OTA

[personal profile] cuddlery 2023-02-09 05:08 pm (UTC)(link)
A. Out of Lucks

[Now Scorpia hasn't always been the most coordinated person around, but lately? Things have been significantly worse. She feels like she's tripping over herself everywhere she goes!]

Pardon me, scuse me, coming through!

[She could be making her way around the Cellar Door, to or from a performance, or towards a bar or club to relax for the evening. Or she could be exploring another part of town, working out at a gym, checking out the archives, or essentially any kind of every day activity!

Feel free to witness or get caught up in a mishap. Perhaps her pincers have accidentally ripped or cut something. Or she's knocked over some shelves. Or the classic, the tall scorpion woman is tripping and falling right onto someone! There's also her tail, which could get caught in something, or accidentally trip someone else, or maybe even sting them? At least her stinger's venom isn't lethal, but it will stun someone temporarily so be careful! Regardless of what happens, she'll be all apologies very quickly.]


B. Up to Speed

[Now this is more Scorpia's speed! Of all the things she's suddenly been whisked away to, this is definitely one of the best ones automatically. From what she can gather, it's an event all about socializing?? Even more friendship??! That's great! Of course, Scorpia tends to be honest, so she hasn't noticed any of the shocking consequences yet. She's just eager to get talking with whoever she's paired with! Romance isn't big on her mind at the moment since she's accepted it not happening for her anytime soon, though her tune might be a little different if she's just had some chocolate!

She isn't aware of her Deerlybeloved profile, which she would not quite approve of, although she doesn't really like that her name tag does refer to her as "Princess Scorpia". While her being a princess isn't something she keeps secret, she doesn't exactly like it being advertised like that. She doesn't want to give the impression that she wants to be treated like royalty!

In any case, she'll heartily greet whoever she's matched with now.]


Hey there, hi! Gotta say, did not expect to be here today, I don't know how I got here at all, but I am ready for get some friend-ination on! Ooh, there's questions!

[ooc: As I mentioned in my plotting post, open to the bad luck and/or some of the chocolate effects coming into play during speed dating sessions!]

C. Wildcard

[Feel free to come up with an alternate prompt or hit me up for plotting! I'm open to incorporating chocolate effects into either of the above two prompts or some kind of wildcard prompt! Open to Scorpia having had milk (attraction at first sight) or cherry (flirtiness), while other maybes include coconut (amnesia), coffee (recklessness) or hazelnut (physical markers)? I'm also open to playing her off of characters afflicted with almost any of them, although I'm not looking for sex or death for her at this moment.]
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palamedes | ota

[personal profile] megatheorem 2023-02-09 06:59 pm (UTC)(link)
hello my name is
[Honestly, Palamedes can't be surprised to find himself somewhere other than where he planned to be right this second. He takes only a moment to blink around at the surroundings, look down at the nice couch, and pluck at his nametag, before he figures, alright. This may as well happen.

His name tag reads, HI, MY NAME IS PALAMEDES, and under it in smaller text, (OR PAL, DON'T STRAIN YOURSELF), so that's helpful. The first time he winds up in the event hall, he's fairly innocuous: a too-tall, too-skinny nerd wearing at least three long cardigans, like that's normal, but his omni profile is... strange. Something looks wrong with it, like there's way too much text there crammed into the tiny space, because there is; a whole bunch of fun factoids, if you suss out a few of them, like:]

Weekly, I think about being a magical squid.
The sky makes me so nervous I gave myself a crash course in atmospheric functions.
My surname is Sextus but I still think Doctor Sex is the funniest name ever invented.
Do you know what we call the jaws of a lock?
I have several dozen volumes of erotic poetry committed to memory, and some of it is even good.
The squids in my book absolutely get it on.


[—Among others. Honestly, it's hard to read everything crammed in there, but the real wack ones tend to stand out. And then, superimposed over the rest, in comically larger letters:]

Just wait til I get going!

[He waits a polite few seconds, then:]


I desperately want to know what it says.
speed dating.... 2!!
[The next time he gets randomized into speed dating, he is less, uh, clean. He's kitted out in his blood minister uniform from the Lumenarium, which unfortunately means he's found himself deposited in this place yet again but this time with blood on his hands, literally. He's wearing long latex gloves that are, regrettably, streaked with blood and viscera from the morning's latest bout of minor surgery.

(Luckily, he did finish before abruptly being somewhere else, no NPCs were harmed.)

This time, his profile is also different, although not his name tag. It says only one thing, in cheerful blinking text:]


Ask me about chemical burns!

[So that's nice. He looks down at himself, like, should he go wash up... maybe...]
misc
[hmu for plotting if you like. also obviously platonic only for speed dating, he is a married man (tm).]
Edited 2023-02-09 19:03 (UTC)
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nie huaisang | ota

[personal profile] fanfavors 2023-02-09 07:02 pm (UTC)(link)
speed dating
[Huaisang is in the middle of Doing Artwork when he turns around and finds himself in the speed dating event, and so he's— a little flustered, in the immediate seconds. He works in ink, and finds himself stood there with an inkstick in one hand and a brush in the other, the tip of which he's in the process of dabbing against his tongue. Judging by how inky his tongue already is, this is not the first time he has licked the brush...

It's legitimate, trust him. He's still suddenly without art, though, and he huffs petulantly a moment later. His nametag reads 聂怀桑 (NIE HUAISANG), with a tiny silhouette of a bird in flight below in the center. It's very classy.

Unlike Huaisang himself in this moment, as he huffs even louder and shakes out his expansively long sleeves, now that he can't do his gosh darn art!! It's only then that he turns to pout at whoever is here with him, ready to whine:]


What are we supposed to do now?

[His helpful profile, when viewed, reads:]

I'm spoiled and I deserve to be! My saber wants to consume me body and soul, probably because I failed high school three times! I'm mostly jade tea instead of blood!
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[open to plotting! also platonic speed dating only please ty.]
Edited 2023-02-09 19:07 (UTC)
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Sharon Da Silva | Silent Hill | Coldblood

[personal profile] fogsong 2023-02-09 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
▌ ▌ ▌ I. GETTING TO KNOW ALL ABOUT YOU | dirty thoughts CW: minor electric shocks, possible dark topics | NOTES: any prompt has the option for a variety of chocolate effects, including MILK (romantic attraction), DARK (sexual attraction), WHITE (instant desire for friendship), CARAMEL (desire to do or answer anything asked), or CHERRY (flirty). ADD ONE TO SUBJECT LINE IF DESIRED

[ Sharon is sat upon a plush couch in her leathers. The gloves on her hands are speckled with fresh blood and there are spots of it on her cheeks and in her hair. She's got both her elbows on the table, pressing her weight into it, a scowl on her face, She smells of smoke and pine and cold.

She picks at the handful of nametags on her chest, each one layered poorly on the one behind it. Only two names are fully visible ALESSA and SHARON, but pieces of the others are visible. The lower half of HEATHER, the ending of MARY. To check her with the omni will reveal an odd caution blurb.

When a stranger is sat before her, she sits up a little straighter but her scowl doesn't seem to fade any. Listen, this was not how she wanted to spend her day. ]
I'm Sharon, let's get this over with, yeah?

[ When a familiar face sits before her, she lightens up a bit, the lines of her face softening with a hint of relief. ] First things first, I did not sign up for this, okay?

[ Or maybe you encounter her later. Her head is on the table, forehead pressed into the smooth wood. She doesn't lift her head when someone sits down across from her but she does speak up, voice partially muffled. ] Think we can die from these electric shocks? Wanna test it with me?


▌ ▌ ▌ II. BAD LUCK | feelin' faded CW: gradual worsening of luck

[ It starts out small, early in the morning. One bad nightmare has her screaming awake, tangled in her blankets. In her attempt to struggle out of the bindings, she rolls off the bed and hits the floor hard. From there on out, everything goes wrong. Her favorite tea is molded. She spills the jar of sugar (and then she leaves it because fuck you). She slips down the porch steps and screams curses at the air.

When she's in one of the busier districts, she trips right into a stall, scattering vials across the ground. Several of them shatter. The owner berates her and demands payment for their losses; she obliges, cheeks bright and ears burning under her hair.

At one point, she's in an alley, making a deal with the Chocolatier, her movements slow and dreamy until the massive creature takes its leave and she's standing there, dumbfounded, her hands full of chocolate. She lets out a rage-filled scream and throws them all on the ground, stomping them into the snow.

In quieter parts of town, she can be found on a bench, head in her hands. There are chocolates on the bench beside her and littering the snow around it. Everything about her posture screams defeated. She'd cry if she wasn't so pissed. If you're the observant type, you might notice there are multiple somethings lingering in the trees nearby, eyes shining. She either hasn't noticed or doesn't care enough to bother. ]


▌ ▌ ▌ III. WILDCARD

[ Want to do something else? Throw something at me or hit up my plotting comment or [plurk.com profile] lobselvith to plot something! ]
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[personal profile] fogsong 2023-02-09 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It appears that Pal isn't the only one pulled into Speed Dating during a job. Sharon's in her hunting leathers and there's a fine mist of blood on her chest and hands, spatters of it in her hair and on her cheeks. She smells vaguely of the outside; of pine and cold and beast blood. Her face is set in a scowl.

She lifts her omni to check his blurb the moment she sits down before she looks up at him and raises an eyebrow. Her own is interesting to say the least. ]


It says I should ask you about... chemical burns?
imaglyphwitch: (fallen again)

Out of Lucks

[personal profile] imaglyphwitch 2023-02-09 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[It was a pretty interesting last month, and Luz has put herself up on alert his month, willing to jump into whatever she might need to in case things got bad. She had even gone to the tree the past few days, oddly compelled to talk aloud to the Doorway.

It strangely helped her.

After one of these trips though, Luz is walking by and delighted to see her friend Scorpia! Losing Ochako had been pretty hard, all things considered, and it was good to see someone she still new and loved around]!

"Heya Scorpia, how are-"

And the Scorpion tail came out and got Luz right in the shoulder.

"Be'wh-a," Luz managed to garble before falling flat on her face.
imaglyphwitch: (I'm gonna do it!)

Bad Luck

[personal profile] imaglyphwitch 2023-02-09 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[Luz was going around town, having finally had some time to just wander. It was a rare thing, and Luz knew it would probably be a good idea to savor it, and so she did!

Then she came upon Sharon on a bench, looking tired and angry. Well this just wasn't going to stand]!

Sharon? You all right? You're looking especially beat down now? Are you all right? Do I have to punch someone? I'll do it, you know!
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[personal profile] fogsong 2023-02-09 10:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Sharon lifts her head, body tense. There's a bruise forming smack dab in the middle of her forehead. ]

Luz. [ There's some small hint of relief at seeing a familiar face. ] I've had the worst goddamn day. [ She gestures to her head with an open palm ] I ran into a pole and knocked myself out for like ten minutes. This whole day has been one shit thing after another.

[ Plus, there are monsters just waiting in the trees for the right opportunity to attack and Sharon has already dealt with a few beasts today. Nearly got herself killed even. ]
thevengefuldoll: (nonthreatening)

Re: Scorpia | OTA

[personal profile] thevengefuldoll 2023-02-10 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
Out of Lucks

[ OOC: Will be interested in playing with chocolate: coconut or coffee. Might be fun with bad luck! ]

What's the rush?

[ The demon tilts his head to the side. He hasn't seen someone with pincers before. Indeed the old man is curious. He stares with intrigue- though perhaps they may think he's being rude!]
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Re: nie huaisang | ota

[personal profile] thevengefuldoll 2023-02-10 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ Speed Dating ]

[ OOC: Agreed with the Speed Dating note- Chinny isn't interested in people on an intimate level. ]

Oh?

[ The old man twists his head from side to side. How did I get here? He recalls running through the woods in effort to avoid a certain Chocolatier. When magically, he sits now in front of a stranger. ]

Hmmm... I suppose this is some sort of game. Though, I'm not sure of how to play!

[ The demon reads the profile given of his fellow player. Then, while looking at his own- the old man laughs. ]

My screen is blank! How should I introduce myself?

[ Whether or not the question was for the other is undetectable. Yet, one matter is certain, the demon is confused. ]
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Speed dating

[personal profile] drawsghosts 2023-02-10 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
Talwyn reads the page before him, grateful that there's a translation because he's not familiar with the characters on the page. The description translation still leaves a lot to be desired.

His own nametag reads: "Darth Imperius" and below that is his actual name, "Talwyn Kallig".

The question seems random, but Talwyn answers it anyway. "I'd say that a good friendship is when you're willing to put yourself in dangerous situations because you want to help someone you care about. Friendship is looking out for one another, but also being willing to listen to their problems and offering to help if you can."
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Darth Imperius | Star Wars The Old Republic | Paleblood

[personal profile] drawsghosts 2023-02-10 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
Speed Dating
Talwyn's often found himself in odd situations, both in his universe and in the Trench. This is a new one for him, though. His name tag reads 'Talwyn Kallig' and below that is his title, 'Darth Imperius'.

Then there's the blurb about him: Sith Pureblood, has a kill count, often goes into dangerous ruins to find old stuff, love spy novels and rainy days. Homosexual.

He finds himself compelled to ask, "What do you look for in a partner?"

Bad Luck
Sometimes bad days just happen, but lately it feels like Talwyn's had a string of bad days. His dinner fell on the floor, juice spilled on the floor, one of his plants fell over for seemingly no reason, and he found a pretty seashell only to drop it off the pier.

It's when he noticed that he's not the only one experiencing this that he got suspicious.

Having bought a wooden figure, he goes around looking for someone to help him end his string of bad luck. "I'm a Paleblood," He calls. "Anyone need a Paleblood?"

Wildcard
[OOC: Feel free to ask for a prompt on plurk [plurk.com profile] arwingyoshi, on the discord server (Arwing#0833) or via PM]
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Bad Luck - Alley

[personal profile] schoolingfish 2023-02-10 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
[When he sees her making a deal with the chocolatier, Luca comes closer, wanting to warn her away from the chocolates...when she screams, throwing them down and stomping on them. Quietly, he speaks.]

That's a good idea. You really shouldn't eat those.
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lord asriel belacqua | his dark materials | darkblood

[personal profile] anbaric 2023-02-10 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
GETTING TO KNOW ALL ABOUT YOU
[ asriel was obviously in the middle of something before he ended up here. welding, by the look of it, but who knows? there's a hot metal smell too, which lends a little more support to that idea. it's the kind of work you don't want to get teleported away from, in any case.

he takes a moment to tug his gloves off and another to squint down at the name tag stuck to the front of the leather apron that reads, HI, MY NAME IS LORD ASRIEL BELACQUA. below that, in smaller text, it says, (that title doesn't even mean anything anymore, but it makes me feel important), which seems to offend him because he looks all around in disgust for someone to blame. at least it's nice that he's not blaming whoever he's stuck here with? additionally, he gets a blurb in the Omni, same as everybody else, but naturally has no idea about that.

conveniently, his snow leopard daemon has a sign hanging around her neck — like she's been pet shamed, which is strike two — which helpfully displays, HI, MY NAME IS STELMARIA. both of them seem to have settled into a grim resignation — the kind where something gets begrudgingly done right now with the understanding that there will be consequences later. ]


Let's get this over with.

WILDCARD
[ ooc; want something else? hmu @ [plurk.com profile] koutenko to plot something out! OOPS ALL SPEED DATING LMAO using the random question generator is fine for questions or go with whatever! ]
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[personal profile] justoscar 2023-02-10 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
[Ah. This wasn't a stranger-- but not someone Oscar expected running into in this setting, either. Oscar grinned awkwardly and, skimming the profile, only offered a little laugh.]

The little pink tassel flowers, called Emilia? A lot of the women in my family have a name that's related to it.

....I think I'm a little young to be a third for you. Also, our sister in law would kill the both of us.
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[personal profile] anbaric 2023-02-10 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ asriel was working before he got here, but since they seemed to be trapped here, he slowly reads off the Omni. ]

The sky makes me so nervous I gave myself a crash course in atmospheric functions.

[ and that is the only thing he reads because he is unwilling to give voice to whatever else is there. that line caught his eye, at least, because it piques the science part of his mind (which everyone knows is the important part!), so it's worth asking about. ]

Is there a particular problem with the sky?

[ this is so much better than talking about people. ]