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Deer Country Mod ([personal profile] reddosmod) wrote in [community profile] deercountry2022-01-08 12:48 am

Gain the weight of you then lose it

JANUARY 2022 EVENT
IMAGE DESCRIPTORS IN ORDER OF APPEARANCE

Prompt One
[Image One: Woman in an elaborate blue dress with high collar staring at camera while people dance in background.]
[Image Two: Woman in pink dress touching chest and smiling at camera while people dance in background.]

Prompt Two
[Image One: Explicit gif of snake shedding its skin and a new viperlike snake coming out of the old skin.]
[Image Two: Gif of eyes gazing at camera and right eye turning yellow.]

Prompt Three
[Image One: Image of rock snake with fire glowing in its mouth.]
[Image Two: Gif of a snake made entirely out of flames hissing.]

SNAKE DEN
WHEN: Evenings throughout January
WHERE: The Red, Cellar Door
CONTENT WARNINGS: Alcohol/Drugs, possible NSFW scenarios, forced honesty, mood altering substances.


Around Trench, Sleepers will find a gold-edged flyer pinned to most doors, lamps, and posted around stores and throughout the market. Some may even find the flyer pinned to their front door:

MADAM GENEROSITY INVITES YOU TO THE SNAKE DEN
Hello darling and dearest Sleepers! Do not let the cold dampen your spirit or weaken your hope. Do not allow our differences to divide us; do not let the frigid drive you to isolation; do not hurt your soul by forgetting one another. They say snakes cannot thrive in the cold, yet here I am, defying it, thriving despite it. You can too. We must persist. We shall persist. Not with violence and bloodshed, not with pollution and corruption, but with unity! With compassion and fun.

I invite you all to join me at The Red every odd evening of January! Welcome to the Snake Den! A little Talent Show I throw occasionally to remind Sleepers of their profound potential for greatness and awe! Come be flashy on stage or to support your friends. After the Talent Show is our famed Fashion Show. Do you have eccentric outfits you would like to show off? Now is truly your time to shine!

The evening will be filled with plenty of food and drink for all. We shall dance, we shall show off, we shall persist and defy corruption together. Let my lovely Night Walkers shine and keep you company for the evening. Find some new friends, have an illicit affair, or just come so you don't have to be alone for a night. You are all welcome...And don't worry, I've enchanted the Red so that none of your powers can cause any damage while inside the building. Feel free to really make a light show with your fire! It won't hurt anyone.

I so look forward to seeing all of you there.

With Love,
Madam Generosity
The Red has been elaborately decorated for the Snake Den spectacle. Enormous golden statues of snakes have been placed throughout. Golden lights glitter above. Servers carry about golden flutes of champagne, soda, and sparkling water. You can order other drinks at the bar. While the invite has gone out to Sleepers, there are some regular Trenchies who have come to show their support. To perform in the Talent Show portion, one simply needs to go backstage to prepare with the rest.

A female Trenchie named Dorothea seems to be directing the acts. People can perform multiple times. Talents performed can include music, comedy, dance routines, or little skits. After the Talent Show concludes, a Fashion Show will be put on, and everyone is encouraged to join. You can get your hair and make-up done elaborately backstage and find eccentric outfits to try on if you're not so happy with the one you showed up in.

Going to the Snake Den at this time will cause incredible stress relief. Even those who are typically shy or introverted will find themselves soothed at the Snake Den. Giant pillows have been thrown about so people can puddle in together and snuggle up. Private rooms have been created out of silks for some private conversations or interactions.

There must be something in the drinks or the snacks going around because it becomes easy to become a much more outgoing version of yourself at the party. It may increase friendliness or touchiness and relax people's usual reservations. Who knows? It might encourage you to go up on stage and show off a bit or talk to that handsome stranger who has been eying you the whole night. Regular intoxication from alcohol/drugs is possible as well which means some people might not need the additional encouragement.

Regular dancing occurs after the Fashion Shows with various musicians performing on stage to fill the night up with plenty of mood melodies. As the evening prolongs, the lights dim and things become quiet and soothing. Since paleblood magic is exceptionally strong this month with honesty, attendants of the party may find themselves being more open and honest about themselves. Hopefully, you don't confess anything too vulnerable about yourself...

FAQ:
1. Characters with mental abilities may be able to resist the honesty sway if they consciously realize it is happening.

2. Any talent can be performed on the stage.

3. The flyer is magically enchanted so that people who touch it will feel unusually excited to go to the Snake Den.
THE SHEDDING CEREMONY
WHEN: Begins in January - Effects may be permanent. Players choose when the effects wear off.
WHERE: Everywhere
CONTENT WARNINGS: Forced modification of body, possible themes of body dysmorphia, shedding/peeling skin, burning/eating dead skin, alternate versions of characters, possible genderswapping, possible alteration of personality/memories.


[A passage from Rituals and Reality; Chapter 2: The Shedding Ceremony. Found exclusively in Gaze:]

"Worshippers of Madam Generosity believed that the shedding of snakeskin was symbolic to the shedding of an old life and the acceptance of a new life. The skin left behind was a reminder of past trials and tribulations, and the skin you walk away with is evidence of all that you have learned and experienced. In ancient times, Sleepers would ritualistically select one of their own to sacrifice to Madam Generosity. Eventually, Sleepers would come to learn that Madam Generosity did not appreciate blood sacrifices. Due to her gentle nature, she encouraged Sleepers to pay tribute to her in other ways.

Thus came the Shedding Ceremony. Sleepers would rub away chapped skin and set it afire in a bowl. They would reflect on lives left behind and the new life they had been given in Trench. Over time, this created a powerful magical experience that persisted beyond the original ceremony. The Shedding Ceremony is both a ritual and an enchantment.

As January begins, Sleepers may find that their skin has become dry and brittle. The generous application of lotions and oils may soothe the skin, but neglected skin can begin to peel off. Although it is a painless experience, it can be rather gross to look at and a bit itchy. Then one day, you simply fall asleep and when you awaken, you are an entirely different version of yourself. You will find a nearly perfect replica of your old self in a shed skin nearby. Your new body may be stronger, faster, more powerful. Old scars may be healed, lost limps replaced...Or you might be an entirely new gender. Some have even experienced becoming a different species. Some awaken as an older or younger variation of themselves while others find that they have become an alternate version of themselves.

These effects have been known to last for a few days up to months at a time. In some scenarios, the effects have become permanent. Some believe it to be a curse while others believe it is a gift. It may happen multiple times and take a few sheds to return to your original body. It is believed that ingesting your old skin or burning it alleviates the changes and brings you back to your original body faster. Generous application of lotion and oils can prevent the Shedding Ceremony altogether for some - or at the very least, slow it down."

FAQ

1. Characters can avoid this prompt altogether via the application of lotion.

2. If you decide to permanently change your character in a big way (ie; changing their species/gender/age) then we do ask that you update your character on the taken page to reflect that they are now an Alternate Version of a character. This would open up the original character to be applicable to new players.

3. This can change blood types for those interested in trying on a new blood type. You can either temporarily change a blood type or permanently. If you permanently change a blood type, let us know on the Blood Type page and update your information on the taken page.

4. You can play out the transformation as explicitly or non-explicitly as you want. Maybe characters see the changes happening under their peeling skin or just wake up in their new body. The peeling does not need to be any more graphic than what you would typically see on dry skin.

5. You can alter a character's gender, species, age, blood type, or switch to a general alternate version of a character (ie; Coffee Shop AU, an AU of your character but with different powers, an AU of your character if they came from a different canon or timeline.) Please have fun with this and explore the possibilities for as long as you like!

Unsnakely
WHEN: All of Bone Season
WHERE: Anywhere outside
CONTENT WARNINGS: Possible injuries or death from burns/fire.


[A journal entry from the Wayward Watcher that can be found in the Archaic Archives reads:]

"Do not trust the naked snake trails of January. They exist to trick you into a sense of Madam Generosity's comfort. The Good Pthumerian leaves snow tracks in her wake, but the Unsnakely leaves melted trails of snow. This creature has spent centuries cloaking itself to rope in those who devotedly follow Madam Generosity. The kind people of Trench look to snakes as a trustworthy, compassionate symbol filled with good intention.

There are many ways to anticipate the Unsnakely's presence. Besides its melted trails (that eventually turn to ice in the cold), you may notice pockets of comfortable heat. While many believe greenery is a good sign, do not be fooled by the melted patches of grass you find. These are not symbols of an early spring. They are symbols of incoming destruction.

The Unsnakely is not of blood or soul; it is a blood curse of the earth, a product of Blood Pollution. It's a creature made out of rock, with no pulse, no soul, no mind. Molten lava pours through its body. It moves in and out of the earth without disturbing the surface, transforming from rock into small beasts or a snake the size of your home. It looks to spill blood to freshen its own magic and its choice of weapon is its size and the fire it breathes. A furious Unsnakely will light up in flames and can bring great destruction to its surroundings. People have lost their homes to the Unsnakely and of course, people have lost their lives.

The Unsnakely, no matter the size it takes, is as fast and lethal as a typical snake. It cannot truly die, as it is a curse of the earth, but it can be physically destroyed by immense blunt strength or coldblood abilities whether fire or ice. Typical ice abilities will not work against the snake - they must come from a coldblood source. Enchanted coldblood items will be effective against the Unsnakely.

The Unsnakely can spit fire like venom and boil the air around it. It can be difficult to get physically close enough to land a blow due to the suffocatingly hot temperature rolling off its body. It traditionally hunts in the streets and in the woods, by the beach and among the cliffs. Once someone has slain the beast, it returns to the earth where it rebuilds itself over a period of 2-3 days. It primarily hunts during Bone Season, preferring to use the cloak of Madam Generosity to its advantage.

Since this is not a traditional snake, it has no desire to "eat" anyone. It will simply roast you alive - which is arguably worse for some. Its fire burns hotter and brighter than regular fire, and it is a slow, agonizing death that has caused absolute madness in some. People have claimed to see strange visions in the smoke that pours off of the Unsnakely, causing distortion in battle. Do not inhale too much of the Unsnakely's smoke as it will cause intense vertigo. Remember: this is a creature of deception.

Lastly, it would be beneficial to know that the Unsnakely cannot hear or see. It responds to the vibration around it. Some who stay still may get the upper hand, but the creature can feel the vibrations of your heartbeat if your pulse is unusually elevated. Good luck, fellow Hunters. Treat burns by the Unsnakely with vileblood. I know it sounds mad, but the vileblood seems to attack whatever cursed heat comes with burns from the Unsnakely.

Take care of yourself,
- The Wayward Watcher"

FAQ
1. Characters who can manipulate earth can contort/stop/fight against the Unsnakely's natural body. It will take great control to fully control or dismantle the body.

2. Coldbloods with fire abilities can similarly control the fire of the Unsnakely with great control.
CODING
imaglyphwitch: (kneeling around)

Luz Noceda | The Owl House

[personal profile] imaglyphwitch 2022-01-08 07:19 am (UTC)(link)
Snakes Den

A-Luz wasn't going to act like she didn't need something like the Red. Things had been building lately, and she'd found herself feeling like some kind of unwashed and abandoned person lately. She needed something that would at least keep her occupied, remind her that she'd not been corrupted (certainly not after seeing her brother figure turned that way) and a beacon to keep going. So a talent show where she might see others performing and doing their best sounded ideal.

She watched shows and cheered for people. She tried to help where she could, because that was Luz sometimes, giving a hand and trying to make the person she was helping shine brighter!

B- Moving on to the Snake's Den was a different thing altogether. Now people were trying to destress and calm themselves with close contact with others. It reminded Luz a little of what happened with the mistletoe during Christmas, only this wasn't something forced, but a boon by generosity to help center and relax performers and the adventurous seeking new kind of closeness. Luz found a pillow and curled up on it like a dog, on her side and seemingly staring out into space.

There were, after all, some things that Luz knew she didn't have, and the skills to charm and snuggle with someone was one of them.

Shedding
betaluz
A-
Luz had been more than a little annoyed at the dry skin, and had picked and picked and finally shrugged it off, staying in the stables that night, still insistent she'd get the new additions to the house to be more responsive to her.

What happened instead was that she woke up with that part of her behind, and someone rather new in her stead.

If Luz cared about the new pets they'd acquired, she seemed to have left those concerns behind. Interestingly, anyone who saw her would note that she seemed like an almost older version of herself, only she wasn't. She was just different.

Luz Noceda that awoke in the stables had her long hair, her knit cap and her devil-may-care attitude all wrapped up at the head with her red bat. She vaguely knew what was happening, but mostly seemed to take things as apathetically as she could.

"The hell," she muttered, stretching and moving from the stable. "God, now I stink. Maul could have at least lent me a hazmat suit for those things."

She shook her head and move toward the house, very unaware at how her mere physical appearance would throw things off.

Around Town

The somewhat hipster inspired teen has a red bat at her person and mostly just seems to be roaming, a look of incredulous suspicion on her face. This was not a girl content with suffering fools and was simply out to figure out what she was going to do next.

"'Ey," she said to someone approaching. "Know where a girl might find some action around here?"

Clearly Luz Noceda, transformed teen, was restless.
shiro2hero: (oh hell yes bring it bitch)

Shiro | Voltron

[personal profile] shiro2hero 2022-01-08 07:52 am (UTC)(link)
THE SNAKE DEN
1) BEGINNING | mingle, dancing
[He's not really one for parties. He never has been. Probably never will be. But the invitation... honestly, by now, Shiro really should have known better than to even touch the thing. It's like a siren call. A lure, dragging him to The Red - the Snake Den. Whatever they're calling it right now. He's put on the gift left for him, a nice understated suit, with purple accents.]

[His Omen is at his side, contrasting the dark suit with white fur.]

[For the most part, early in the party, Shiro is just about the same as ever. Sticking to the outskirts of the main gathering. He'll accept a flute of sparkling water, attempting to look unobtrusive. But hey, please bother him.]

[Maybe if he gets a bit of champagne in him, he'll let himself get pulled out to dance. Nothing special, but hey, he's light on his feet, if nothing else.]

2) MIDDLE | karaoke
[Okay, but you can only resist the pull of the stage so long while you're under the influence of the party. No alcohol, yet. Just the inspiration of the atmosphere. Well, that and the fact his Omen is literally tugging him on stage...]

Hey - I uh. Don't usually do this. But! I'm already up here...

[And you know what? Shockingly? The guy sounds pretty damn good. Even if what he mostly sings are Disney songs. Maybe throw a request his way? Or go up to duet with him?]

3) END | mild intoxication, low inhibitions
[Okay, at some point, the party finally got to him. It finally lowered Shiro's firewalls enough to accept the general party atmosphere. You know, like a normal person. He may or may not be way more open to accepting a drink or two.]

[He's also changed his wardrobe at some point. An outfit he owes to someone from Deerington. Something he never could bring himself to get rid of, ever.]

[Heck, he might even feel like dragging you into a dance, if you're willing. He's laughing, too. It makes his whole face look years younger. Like he's actually a young man, or like the weight of the world has fallen off his shoulders.]


THE SHEDDING; 18 year old Shiro

1) TEENAGER TERROR | MOUSE HOUSE
[Who in the heck is this kid? He looks vaguely like someone familiar. Someone who actually lives in the house. Except there's no scar on his face. There's no white in his hair. Heck, even his expression looks decades younger.]

[He's wearing one of his hoodies, though. Even if it's several sizes too large, and poking through the kitchen. His omen, still a lion, though now far younger, more of a cub, really, rolls around at his feet.]

[If anyone walks in, he jolts to a standing position, looking vaguely guilty.]


Hey! So uh. I woke up here. Sorry - I don't have my phone or anything. Can I borrow yours?

[Kid what were you doing in the kitchen looking for a phone.]

2) DRAG RACING | THE BEACH
[Of course, since this is Shiro, there's a negative zero chance he won't find the old hoverbike stashed in the House's tiny yard. There's also negative zero chance he won't haul it down to the beach - ie. the only open space he can find in town. He's found goggles, because of course he has in this vaguely steampunk place.]

[It doesn't matter if the beach is covered in ice. He's there, eying anyone who comes within walking distance. With a casual little grin from where he's conspicuously leaning.]


It's all charged up! Want to see me put it through its paces?

[Please say yes. Or challenge him to a race. Something. This kid is itchy to go fast. Like if Sonic weren't blue, and were a teenager with a daredevil streak a mile wide.]

3) wildcard ;
[Anything else you want to do with this fool teen? He'll be around down exploring, or possibly heading to the Snake Den if anyone wants to drag him there! Or hit up his plotting post for anything specific!]
danserai: human (202)

ahiru/duck | princess tutu

[personal profile] danserai 2022-01-08 09:35 am (UTC)(link)
( i. mingling - girl )

[ this was ahiru's first big party and she was excited! she bounced from place place, taking in all the sights with a wide-eyed smile and a blush on her cheeks. she might accidentally bump into someone with a gasp. ]

Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to — Wow you look so pretty!

[ let her shower you and your outfit with compliments. ]


( ii. dance performance - girl )


[ normally ahiru would be too scared to take the stage. but she got this cute dress from madame generosity and for once, she felt buoyed by confidence. it helped that she told her house mates the truth and they have accepted her the way she is.

and she loved dancing. what did it matter if it was a stage or anywhere else? she missed it and there hadn't been many opportunities to do so. she would have loved to dance with her friends, pique and lillie but as she climbs onto the stage, taking a deep breath, she knows they would be with her in spirit.

and she leaps.

once she's done, she immediately scampers off stage, face completely red. ]


U-Uhm, how was that?


( iii. wildcard )

[ got a prompt in mind? pm this journal or hit me up @ [plurk.com profile] timmtams ]
kingoftherats: (pic#15326971)

Charlie Kelly | It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia

[personal profile] kingoftherats 2022-01-08 10:44 am (UTC)(link)
I. Invitation | Location: Paddy's Pub (Darcmouth)

[When the flyers go out, one of them is pinned to the front door of Paddy's Pub, which Charlie eventually goes to inspect between serving beer to old crusty sailors and local drunks; it's here that people may find him squinting with great uncertainty and focus at the words. He's making a great effort to stop the letters from getting mixed up in his head, trying his damnedest to formulate strings of logical sentences, but it's not without a terrible struggle.

He mumbles as his finger slowly moves across the paper:]


Do not let the cold... something something... uh... Do not allow... our diffurnaces...? Differ... fences. Divid us... Do not let the — fridged drive you to... solution...s...?

[He's trying his best. OH! Wait a minute. He points to the letter in his hand, mildly perturbed. ]

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Night Walkers? Aren't those monsters in that Game of Thrones show?

I don't want any trouble like that, I don't wanna get stabbed with icicles or whatever.

[Of course, if you prefer, feel free to stop by the pub afterward just for a drink! Charlie's always up for bartering, and he's got some good stuff. Not just Charlie's homemade moonshine, either! How far we've come.]

II. Welcome to the Snake Den | The Red, Cellar Door

Ooooh, shit, this is awesome!

[Charlie's never one to downplay his arrival anywhere, huh? He moves from place to place with the sort of eagerness that belongs to a kid in a candy shop. He takes champagne glasses (and says "fancy shit" under his breath), moves immediately to the appetizers ("is that cheese, what kind of interesting cheese is this, cottage cheese is growing on me-"), and seems more than happy to wander up to whoever may be around for conversation about how nifty this all is. Danny the rat is sitting on his shoulder with a small bowtie; Charlie on occasion passes a piece of cheese to him, because sharing is caring.]

Hey! You got any cheese whiz to go with these crackers? Where the hell's all the cheese whiz? Do people seriously eat crackers without it? Sounds fake.

[It's not until later in the night when he's a few drinks deep and loosey-goosey that he takes a seat (unprompted, unrecommended, unwarranted) at the piano in the room. Ohhh, what a nice piano. He runs his fingers back and forth on the keys before he cracks his knuckles and begins to play a tune.

This is nice. This is all totally nice.

Sure, he's expecting terrible things to happen later, but how can he worry when he's playing and drinking and actually enjoying himself. Without huffing glue, to boot. It totally doesn't stop him from ending the night crawling into one of those pillow rooms with his hair askew and his tie crooked.]




III. The Shedding Ceremony | Trench Streets

[Note: While I will not go into explicit details at any point, there may be mention of CSA depending on how threads go, as well as even more likely mention of childhood neglect, alcoholism, and potential mention of substance abuse involving a child. If this sort of thing is a squick or trigger for you, please avoid this prompt especially! Replies will come from [personal profile] princeoftherats.]

[The shedding ceremony, uh. It sure was a thing, huh? Charlie's probably not remotely close to the only person who has shrunk down in age; there are probably tons of kids running amok now thanks to whatever the hell that mess was.



Here's just one more to the mix, ten years old, freckle-faced and unkempt, baffled as he sits in clothes a little too big for him. Charlie cowers for a few hours in an alleyway, but ultimately assumes this must be some part of Philly. Yeah. Gotta be it. He's must've got sick off some paint fumes or whatever when he was painting Mac to camoflague into some bushes. Long story. So don't worry about it. (... It may or may not be to hide in bushes and spy on kids who stole their toy WWE belts.)

Either way, he needs to find his way home.

When he walks down the streets of the more unsavory parts of Trench in some kickass light-up sketchers he got for discount at the thrift store, squinting at all the unfamiliar streets and people, he carries a big stick with him that he's more than ready to use to bash whoever tries to mess with him, because-]


Jeez, I thought my neighborhood was bad. This place looks like where grown-ups get hookers and drugs. [He kicks a can as he goes, his worry shifting into something concerningly calm for a kid who is in a random town he can't recognize. Then again, he's used to being out on his own or with Mac, so.] ... I bet there's dead bodies in the dumpsters to poke.

[TEMPTING TO LOOK, TBH.

But beware, little dude — you're getting terribly close to the dangerous edges of town.

Those who notice the puny kid might very well also notice unsavory criminal-like folks trailing behind him with the hope of stealing off a kid, or the glowing eyes of a beast hiding in wait in the brush, eagerly waiting for the kid to walk right in its direction.

... Maybe this place is a little more dangerous than Philadelphia.]


IV. Wildcard

[Wanna do something in Jan that isn't listed here? Hit me up via pm, [plurk.com profile] simpledog, or just throw a starter at me fresh! If it doesn't work with something I'll be sure to let ya know.]
Edited 2022-01-08 10:59 (UTC)
survivalthroughhate: ([TCW 85] Dramatic lighting)

Darth Maul | Star Wars

[personal profile] survivalthroughhate 2022-01-08 10:57 am (UTC)(link)
A. Shedding Ceremony

This "Shedding Ceremony" Maul had read about seemed interesting but he didn't think too much of it until his skin was unbearably itchy. Fortunately, when one had claws, it was easy to dig several layers inwards of the skin and rip it off. Apparently, Maul had some things to work out, for he shed his skin more than once. This happened a few times over the course of the month and each time was a bit different.

The first change was into that of his child self. Really, it seemed almost inevitable at this point. That was the way things went for Maul. He went through extreme horror, mental manipulation, almost would break down from it all, and then once or twice a year he got turned into a kid again.

As usual, Maul as a kid was shy and skittish, but this time being in Trench gave him plenty of places to watch from the shadows. Also, he was essentially a small spiky cat, climbing up onto high places like the ledges of buildings and tall trees so that he could keep an eye on everything around him. He wasn't prone to talking much but anyone who showed him anything remotely like kindness would find themself with a small, silent shadow following them about.

However, there was also a little bit of a mischievous side to him. He'd make a very large stack of snowballs, hide nearby in a snow fort he had also built, and then use the Force to throw a few at people, giggling the whole time. There was a slightly disturbing edge when he played though, his make-believe sessions involving creepy things with phrases like "And then everything explodes and there's blood everywhere!" or "Then all their limbs get cut off!" involved. Best to perhaps just ignore that aspect, it's to be expected when one is being raised by a sociopath.

At least he was eager to interact with others, gathering up his courage to ask whoever was nearby, "Wanna play?" It didn't matter if they were an adult or a kid, Maul wasn't picky. It was far better than being on his own in solitude as he had for the last couple of years.

More amusing was getting turned into a human later on. It had happened in Deerington once but only then for a few hours at the most over the course of about a week. Really, there was absolutely no way to tell Maul and the dark-haired man walking around were the same person. There was something similar in the shape of his face, but really, most people were so used to Maul's extreme appearance that it was a lot easier to blend in with the crowd of Trench as a normal-looking human being. Even his eye color was different, brown instead of the usual Sith yellow. Only his voice remained the same but even then he knew he'd been able to fool even close friends before.

What was he going to do with his time stuck as a human? Probably try to see what people were really like when they didn't know who he was. As Maul had the tendency to do, testing everyone to see if they were actually genuine in intent and the way they treated him tended to be an everyday thing for him. He could often be found watching the people he knew with a very intense stare. At least he blinks more as a human being than he does as a Zabrak. If caught doing so, he would shrug. "It's nothing," he'd say. "You just look like someone very familiar."

Of course, if someone he cared about got attacked or needed help, he'd likely reveal himself using his Force abilities or lightsaber, which as ever was on his person even if he was concealing it beneath the winter clothing he was wearing. Until then, just enjoy the human who has taken a great interest in you and also has absolutely no social skills.

B. Unsnakely

[Of course Maul would end up fighting the beast eventually. Water is wet, the sky is blue, and Maul will end up battling whatever there is to be encountered in Trench on a month to month basis. Whether as a Zabrak or a human being, it's inevitable that he would be drawn to fighting the snakelike monster.

One can find him out near the edges of the city in a bare patch before one reaches the cliffs by the sea battling it. His acrobatic fighting style comes in great handy in avoiding the fire it keeps spitting out towards him, though once or twice he is caught across the shoulder or forearm. A quick dash of snow on the injury and he's back in the fray ready to kick ass.

Really, he could use some help even if he looks like he's having the time of his life. He's at the point where he honestly will accept help from some people if they offer it to him. Just don't take away from the obvious enjoyment he's getting out of the encounter.]


C. Wildcard

[Want to do something just a little bit different? Maybe a different AU Maul? Give me a poke at either [plurk.com profile] Light_shade or Lightshade#4738 at Discord!]
Edited 2022-01-08 10:59 (UTC)
imaglyphwitch: (psyched)

Mingling

[personal profile] imaglyphwitch 2022-01-08 11:44 am (UTC)(link)
You think so?

[Luz in typical Luz fashion has decided to forgo the dress for something simpler and more her, but she absolutely loves seeing some of the other girls in their own dresses].

Thanks! You look all too precious in yours! Are you enjoying the party?
imaglyphwitch: (Beta Luz)

Unsnakely

[personal profile] imaglyphwitch 2022-01-08 11:53 am (UTC)(link)
"Ay bud, need a hand?"

[Something about this strange girl and her knit cap seem familiar, especially in the eyes, but she's taller, a bit more carefree with longer hair and has her bat. When the snakes lets loose a volley of fire, Luz counters with her bat, which had an ice glyph she swings its way to prevent injury].

Man, that thing's a bitch.

[She's already readying her next glyph though, and looks over at you].

Think you could do all that bouncy stuff again?
Edited 2022-01-08 19:06 (UTC)
danserai: human (170)

[personal profile] danserai 2022-01-08 11:57 am (UTC)(link)
Absolutely!

[ dress or no dress, it is a very cool outfit. ]

And this is my first party.
payingfordeliverance: (Smile: Dorking)

Xerxes Break | Pandora Hearts

[personal profile] payingfordeliverance 2022-01-08 12:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Snake Den: Dance and Mingle


Xerxes Break arrived in Trench directly after facing up to just how badly he didn't want to die and leave his old life behind, and while he's making the best of things and keeping himself busy, the anger and grief have been a near constant thrum in the back of his heart. And they're still there now, of course. But, just like the last time he lost an old life and had to build a new one, Break has found people he could love and he's starting to get attached to the way things are. As January arrives and his darkblood exerts its influence, it becomes painfully obvious that these two sets of emotions are existing in him simultaneously.

In the Snake Den, this feels less like a burden and more like a promise.

He enjoys the party intensely, resplendent in the flashy purple coat Mother Generosity has given him, a far cry from the dour mourning black he's been wearing since he came here. Formally trained with a game face for socializing at parties, the difference this month is that he doesn't get tired of it. Despite repeated cheerful reassurances that he is a terrible dancer, he winds up on the dance floor multiple times, and for the most part good humor turns the occasional stomped foot into something funny rather than a trial. When it doesn't, a bit of flashy darkblood magic does the trick -- he's dabbling in his powers, and takes particular delight in conjuring gaily colored roses out of nothing or setting warm golden lights to rest in someone's hair. Whenever he needs a breather and more and more often as the night wears on, he can be found hanging out on the pillows with a companionable arm slung over his omen, who he never puts away and certainly wasn't going to leave out of the festivities. Break yammers away at his omen, Baltus responding with various conversational dog noises, and anyone who decides to join them will be seamlessly drawn in to their chat.


Snake Den: Let It Go, etc etc


For all that Break is enjoying the socializing, one other very important aspect of the announcement flier caught Break's eye: You cannot hurt anyone with your powers in the Snake Den. Break is terrified of the potential in his darkblood and has been since the instant he found out what it will allow him to do, having made rather a large mess in a similar vein when he was young and stupid. But if he can explore his powers without worry in this place, perhaps he can get more control over them before he has any accidents worse than striking himself blind for months and other such nonsense, and so he makes it a point to sneak off to one of the private "rooms" encased in silk to see what he can do.

He can believe in six impossible things before breakfast, it turns out. He starts small, dreaming up little lights and butterflies and other nice harmless things, tickled when they actually manifest. Emboldened by success, it isn't long before the old familiar feeling of having no reason to believe that he can't march into hell on purpose or rip entire holes between dimensions kicks in, and Break starts conjuring new settings entirely. Anyone whose attention is caught by the shenanigans leaking out of the silk walls that contain him -- the fabric rippling with color, for instance, or a puff of flowers falling out at one point -- will wander in to find that he has warped the space within to be much bigger on the inside, and is decorating things exactly the way you'd expect of a man with a head full of fairy tales lately. Depending on when someone walks in, they may well find themselves in a beautiful golden ballroom, and Break very busy filling the place with starlight. Or, once he grows bored of how shiny everything is, a castle foyer grown over with roses and thorny vines, sunlight filtering in through colored windows.

It's the sunlight that reminds him of what he really wants. The last setting he makes is a beautiful garden, with a gazebo and a small bridge over a little creek and everything, warm from the sun and smelling fresh and full in a way that Trench simply doesn't. For all that this one is the simplest, it's the one that feels the most real, because this is the one he's crafting from memory.

None of it really is real, of course. He's merely playing with a small bubble within space and time, the same way the Cheshire Cat had a little dimension of his own within the Abyss, and when he's done he will put it away and the room will be just a room and Break will head back to the real world and probably never dare something this intense again. For the moment, though, his heart is happy, and never mind the sluggishly glittering cut on his arm that is allowing him to get away with so much so quickly.


[OOC: I match format! Also, if you're wanting a more specific starter, please don't hesitate to reach out to me via PM or on plurk.
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Closed to close CR: Enter Kevin Regnard, age 17

[personal profile] heart_beatings 2022-01-08 12:13 pm (UTC)(link)
At some point during the month, Break's irritating lockjoint problem starts to give way to an even more irritating dry skin issue which culminates in one Kevin Regnard waking up in his bed one morning.

Predictably, Kevin is not delighted by this. The magic of the place twists him up just enough that he's not troubled by it, necessarily -- no matter how he looks at it, Kevin feels certain that he's only visiting, even if he can't explain why he knows that. Still, he has many things to do and worry about where he's supposed to be, really could have done without waking up in some random bed with a weird noodle dog on him, and does not really want to waste his time on whatever this place is. He legitimately considers fleeing out the window, honestly, but decides that's probably somehow ruder than not greeting the host of the house you just slept in even though probably this is somehow a kidnapping? Maybe? He doesn't know? Nobody has ever told him what you should do in this kind of scenario so probably he should default to greeting the host. Probably.

So Kevin can be found sneaking through the house that first morning, a scruffy and skittish creature who likes to slide along the wall rather than clomp loudly down the stairs on purpose as his older self does. He will ultimately conclude that attempting to meet the people who live in the house was a mistake and flee for the town, which is a very strange and unpleasant town, and where he can be found making it a point to keep out of everyone's way and periodically trying to tell the insistent white borzoi following him around that it's neat that it wants to be friends but probably it should go home maybe? And finally, after he overhears that the ocean is nearby, he aims himself in that direction. He has never seen the sea.

The sea, it turns out, is very big, in a way that makes Kevin, who is already a twig of a thing, feel very small. Did he cross this somehow, to wind up where he is? He thinks perhaps he must have, and he doesn't know what to do.
Edited 2022-01-08 12:15 (UTC)
imaglyphwitch: (bi guns)

[personal profile] imaglyphwitch 2022-01-08 12:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[Darn right! Luz was stylish]!

Aw, no way! Congratulations! It seems like a fun time so far, don't you think?
danserai: human (175)

[personal profile] danserai 2022-01-08 12:23 pm (UTC)(link)
I think so! I'm going to have a good time and not mess it up!

[ ahiru, you can't mess up a party. ]
extinctive: (oh well)

figaro garcia / mahoutsukai no yakusoku

[personal profile] extinctive 2022-01-08 12:46 pm (UTC)(link)
i. alcohol
a. [ if there's alcohol, one can bet that a certain wizard doctor is there. figaro shows up in this fit thanks to madam generosity, which is a nice change of scenery after his usual doctor's robe and various coats he'd had to don the entire snowy season. he hits up the bar first thing, taking a seat at the counter, and looks over the menu of various drinks and side dishes that he's both familiar and unfamiliar with, humming happily all the while. ]

Oh wow, what a selection. It's almost hard to choose.

[ he smiles at anyone who just so happens to be seated next to him. ]

What do you usually get? Or would you like me to choose for you? If you're feeling adventurous, that is.

[ but watch out: he's a heavy drinker and it'd take a while for him to get inebriated. he'd be totally up for a drinking contest if asked, though. ]

b. [ at some point, figaro would've gotten at least ten (10!) glasses of alcohol in him. there's a bit of a buzz, but not enough to be knocked out of the park just yet! if anything, he's talkier than ever, albeit with an almost warm aura around him as he regards anyone nearby who might have something in their minds as they drink their troubles away or so he thinks. ]

Something on your mind? You can tell me, if you want. I might forget it in the morning, but at least you'll have gotten it out?

[ since he is a paleblood, one might be inclined to be more honest about certain things than usual, but don't count on him returning the favor too much -- his multitude of mental abilities would've let him be more watchful of his own tongue. but hey, no harm in trying anyway, right? ]

ii. dancing
[ the talent and fashion show have been fantastic, he's not going to lie, but once the dancefloor officially opens, figaro's foot starts tapping to the beat of the music, the urge to dance imminent. but while he can easily dance on his own, that's no fun, isn't it? ]

Wanna join them? You know you want to.

[ he's... just so quick to strike up conversation with nearby randos, it's fine. ]

If not, why not give it a try? I could even join you to make it even less embarrassing.

[ he's a great dancer! let him support you! ]

wildcard
[ lmk if you want something else through my plotting comment! ]
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Laurel Lance | DCTV (will match style)

[personal profile] lightinside 2022-01-08 12:49 pm (UTC)(link)
ꜱɴᴀᴋᴇ ᴅᴇɴ: ɢɪʀʟꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜰᴜɴ

The flyer Laurel found on a market stall had caught her eyes. Maybe attending one of the evenings would be the perfect opportunity to show off the new outfit that she was gifted with because it was far too beautiful to not be shown. She decides to attend the club on a couple of occasions to make the most of the outfit and give herself a few opportunities to relax and enjoy herself.

The Talent Show catches her interest, although she isn't going to partake in it. Laurel does cheer and encourage the participants during and after their performances, sipping on a mocktail. She also stays to watch the Fashion Show but like the other show, Laurel isn't entirely sure about getting involved. Maybe she would be tempted to try a different make-up look though.

Another evening, Laurel can be found dancing and moving around as much as the dress will allow her to. It's for that reason which has her switching outfits to accommodate more elaborate dance moves; Laurel can't remember the last time she went out dancing so she's going to make the most of this while she can. When she isn't dancing, Laurel is in the seating area and looks incredibly relaxed. More relaxed than she has felt in a while. She's always been the friendly sort, but tonight, she is more open and less reserved, trying to catch anyone's eye to either engage them in conversation or maybe even flirt with them.

Note: Laurel is a Paleblood so characters may speak with her more freely.
ꜱʜᴇᴅᴅɪɴɢ: ᴀ ꜱɪʀᴇɴ'ꜱ ᴄᴀʟʟ (15 ᴛᴏ 22 ᴊᴀɴᴜᴀʀʏ)

(i) Changes

One day, Laurel woke up and felt different. Stronger. It was really weird and she doesn't know what has brought it on, but maybe it had something to do with her blood. Her dreams had been more vivid lately, showing Laurel images that she didn't quite understand - she saw herself dressed in all black and she was screaming. No sound came out, but whatever was leaving her mouth was strong enough to knock people and objects over. She does her best to shake the dreams off, falling into her usual daily routine as a means of distracting herself.

First, she goes for an early morning jog, coming back home for a quick shower and breakfast, then heads out to the bustling markets of Willful Machine. Laurel doesn't spend more than an hour there and swings by the orphanage to check in on things, even if she doesn't have a shift today.

That strange, powerful feeling doesn't leave her the whole day so Laurel decides to try something out and see if her dreams had any truth to them. Finding an open space, she lays out some objects at various points and moves away to give herself enough room. Taking a breath, Laurel opens her mouth and without warning, a loud, sonic wave emits from her, knocking over the objects with an incredible force. She immediately closes her mouth out of concern, worried that she would hurt someone if they came by in that moment.

Somehow, she had become a metahuman.


(ii) In the Den (brief mention of addiction)

Later in the week and that powerful feeling hasn't left her. Laurel can also feel a shift in her mood, maybe even her personality. When the locals engage her in conversation, she's cold and mean before snapping out of it. Someone bumps into her? Laurel gives them such a dark glare that it makes them back away.

Laurel decides that a trip to The Red would probably help to soften her mood. So she decks herself out in all black and heads to the place at night, asking for a tequila sunrise instead of her usual mocktail. It feels...normal for her to ask for alcohol, despite being sober for almost two years and attending AA meetings. She doesn't waste time in drinking it, immediately asking for another as she heads to the seating area, hips swaying a lot more deliberately than usual, wanting to get some attention.

Once Laurel has had her fill of some conversation and cocktails, she practically glides onto the dancefloor and doesn't hesitate in launching into some enticing moves, inviting anyone to join her. She's not normally like this, being so open and free, but it gives Laurel such a rush that she doesn't want to deny herself.

Or anyone else.
Wildcard!

(Happy to play around with the first two prompts. Just specify if you want the original Laurel or Earth 2 counterpart. I'm available via PM, [plurk.com profile] marymoo or icklepeep#1124 on Discord.)
torpour: (031)

alcohol b

[personal profile] torpour 2022-01-08 02:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[with the lack of ability to see out of his left eye, and a lack of desire to turn his head away from his glass, nehan simply turns one ear to show that he's listening. in a manner of speaking.]

I cant imagine why you would think to ask me that, unless you're absolutely drunk. [he isn't, not yet. he's only had the one glass so far, after all.]
cuddlery: (sing it)

Scorpia | Coldblood | OTA

[personal profile] cuddlery 2022-01-08 02:34 pm (UTC)(link)
A. Seeing the Red

[Madam Generosity seems like such a nice Pthumerian. Between the gift she gave and her being like the head of all Night Walkers, Scorpia can only find more reasons to attend the event! Decked up in a gown provided by Generosity herself, Scorpia shows up at The Red and has no problem acting as life of the party. Between the bar, the tables and the dance floor, she'll eagerly share drinks, snacks and/or dances with anyone! And considering she's a Coldblood, it may be easier for others to feel warm and comfortable around her on top of that.

There's also the talent show to consider. She'll do a performance in which she sings a song about snakes. But then she learns that the same person can perform multiple times, so while conversing with others, she may gain a sudden gleam in her eyes.]


You know what we should do? An act. We should totally do an act together, it'd be great!

B. By the Skin

[Scorpia caught wind of the shedding ceremony, but not all that it entailed. It simply sounded like a nice way to rejuvenate one's self! Maybe she should try studying the fine print sometime. As it is, she takes part in the ceremony, and one day... her skin is shed. In her place is a small scorpion child, a ten year old looking like an older version of this.

The small Scorpia will run around through the streets energetically! She may also be wearing her old skin draped over her like a cloak sometimes. That's fine, this is fine.]


C. How Unsnakely of You

[It's possible that Scorpia mixed up which time of snake trail is the real deal. Or maybe she's come across someone else who's made the mistake. Either way, there's now an Unsnakely that's surfaced, and it doesn't seem like it wants to waste time on anything other than the hunt!]

Watch out!

[Time for some evasive maneuvers while they figure out fighting this thing!]

D. Wildcard

[Feel free to come up with an alternate prompt or hit me up for plotting!]
imaglyphwitch: (Laughing with friends)

[personal profile] imaglyphwitch 2022-01-08 02:59 pm (UTC)(link)
How would you mess it up? You being too cute that people explode from being in contact with you?

[Honestly, that option seemed too funny for Luz right now].
fabrications: (ɪ know exactly why)

( alcohol b ) 1/2

[personal profile] fabrications 2022-01-08 03:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Is there something on his mind? There certainly is, and when Figaro approaches and asks Akechi responds without hesitation. ]

I dislike this place when it's so crowded, but I'm here for work so I'll just have to deal with it.
fabrications: ! ɪɴᴛᴇɴsᴇ (ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ i feel like i'm the worst)

[personal profile] fabrications 2022-01-08 03:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ... And then he realizes what he just said and freezes. It's not like he hasn't said much worse on purpose, but he didn't mean to say those words in this moment - especially not when he's relying on the Warmblood effects of making other feel more relaxed and confident around him. Worse, since he's clearly sitting down enjoying a (non-alcoholic) drink of his own, he just made it obvious that whatever his work is, the Red isn't actually his employer.

His expression cycles through several emotions in rapid succession before finally settling on 'startled'.
]

I'm... sorry. That's-- I imagine you wouldn't want to hear that when you came here to enjoy yourself.
opress: (pic#14587907)

Shedding Ceremony - Smol

[personal profile] opress 2022-01-08 04:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[Savage had lost track of his brother, though how that was even possible he didn't even know. Maul had a presence all of his own, and he found it easy to track when he applied himself. His brother also tended to appear in grand ways all the time, so he could just wait for the yelling and follow it back to the elder Zabrak.

This time though, Maul was decidedly missing. Itchy dry skin was a complaint they both had had days before, not that he had thought much of it. Even now, he lightly scratched the back of his neck as he walked in search of his elder brother.

He first had an indication something wasn't right when he sensed himself being followed. It didn't feel like a threat, but he had been followed enough in Trench when the cloaked figures were moving around town to keep his guard up. He made certain to maneuver himself to where he could turn a corner and look back to spy who was following him.

Once he realized it was a kit - and not yet necessarily Maul - he stopped and turned around. Kit tactics, was it? Well, he'd send them off to their parents or guardians soon enough.]


Come out on your own or I'll pull you out, kit.
howtheworldwas: (annoyed)

eurydice | hadestown

[personal profile] howtheworldwas 2022-01-08 05:14 pm (UTC)(link)
i. snake den
[ This is Eurydice's first time at the Red, and she wouldn't be surprised if it's her last. Everything about her -- from the way she lingers against the wall near the bar, to her white-knuckle grip on her champagne flute -- suggests that she is not used to parties like these. There's so many strangers, and so much extravagance, that the whole thing becomes overwhelming pretty quickly. She'd take a small, shitty dive bar or a bonfire any day, thanks.

Still. Not going might offend one of the twelve mysterious gods, and Eurydice can't take that chance, so here she is. Partying. Having a blast.

If you join her in the wallflower zone, she won't say anything, but she will look over to you, raise an eyebrow, and take a sip of champagne. This is entirely to demonstrate how much fun she's having. It probably isn't doing a very good job. Someone, please save her from herself. ]


ii. shedding ceremony (cw: grief/loss of a loved one)
[ She isn't supposed to be here.

The locals call it Trench, talk of their pantheon of twelve and the magic of blood, and Eurydice, frankly, does not give a shit. This is not her world, and Eurydice has unfinished business back home.

She failed. Years of preparation -- of searching for materials and information, of learning when to fight and when to make herself small, of tracking down every back alley and not-space -- all gone down the drain. All because she thought she knew better, because she couldn't follow one simple instruction.

She refuses to dwell on that, though. Can't. Otherwise, all her work is really for nothing. Instead, Eurydice tells herself that Hades has underestimated her, that she's found a bypass once and she can do it again. Eurydice knows how the world works, and that's made her tough. Tougher than she realizes.

So. First things first: she needs to get out of this place. She's in desperate need of useful information, which is why she's approaching you, stranger. For whatever reason, you look like you know what you're doing. ]


Hey. [ her voice is stern, blunt, all business. ] You know of anyone who's actually been able to leave this place?

[ The woman interrogating you bears only a superficial resemblance to the Eurydice who originally washed up here, months ago. This woman is older, with gray in her hacked-off hair, and fine, determined lines at the corners of her eyes and mouth. She's all lean, hard angles, wrapped in a thick hooded coat and boots that almost certainly conceal a knife. There is no feather in her hair or flower in her pocket. Instead there is the ungaurded, brittle honesty of desperation in her eyes.

She needs answers. Better come up with something, quick. ]


iii. wildcard
[ throw me your own starter, or pm this journal to plot something else! ]
Edited 2022-01-08 18:40 (UTC)
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venti | genshin impact

[personal profile] tonedeaf 2022-01-08 05:34 pm (UTC)(link)
I.)
[ first? a drink from one of those fluted glasses. and then...

a talent show brings venti the opportunity to tell a story; one that could be fiction in the eyes of many who aren't familiar with teyvat. a story of gaining freedom against a tyrant, despite the cost--- of rebuilding, of lost lives, and of trying to find direction in once was whipping and binding winds. and as he recites this story, he strums his lyre... not to exactly capture the precise amounts of tension in the 'poem', but to fill in that space with dissonance and tension. as he wraps it up, the building of strings and an orchestra almost seems to blossom around him, to accompany the ending of where old mondstadt fell and the current one stands.

once he's finished, he bows. one hand on his cap as he does so regardless of how much applause a somewhat somber story can receive. it still makes him feel better to do it: a relief he may not have gotten back home. it's a tale that could, in some way, out him... despite the scant number that know who he actually is. who he wants to be seen as and not as anything else.

venti's quick to grab another drink, but this one is soda. something mixed with a little apple juice, per a somewhat quiet and thoughtful request, and he settles down in a plush chair that allows him some peace.

not that he would decline having company. ]

II.)
[ or maybe he's been watching the stage with rapt attention, waiting for someone to exit after a performance of any type? he's had to adjust once in his life when it came to learning how to play an instrument--- one doesn't automatically know how to play a lyre even after taking the shape of a beloved and nameless friend--- but that doesn't mean he can't watch and learn something from whoever is now stepping down. in his hands, he brings two glasses: one of something amber and certainly alcoholic and another with some kind of sparkling beverage that doesn't have any booze in it.

and he offers them both with a bright smile. ]


Hey! I enjoyed what I watched... can you tell me more about it?

[ song, dance, whatever. ]

III.)
[ it's only for a few days, but venti has more or less ignored the whole dry skin thing. bound to happen in the cold, bound to happen when you're linked to wind in the deepest of ways, but! it's fine, everything is fine.

that is... until he wakes up one mornyan.

cat ears! a tail! everything else seems about the same, so he's not particularly worried about anything--- except for the odd and old pile of skin that he shed, but... yeah. it's not going to stop him from going about and doing what he does best: practicing his lyre (or newly gifted ukelele) out in the open.

but it's difficult keeping his ears from twitching with every unusually noticeable sound, or his eyes from following any movement that makes him want to pounce. so if there's anything dangling or jingling, he's... tempted... very tempted... ]

IV.)
[ wildcard! hit me up in PM if you so desire. ]
siriusly: (oh no he thinks he's funny)

manabu yuuki - coldblood - ota

[personal profile] siriusly 2022-01-08 05:44 pm (UTC)(link)
i. snake den
Manabu is not really a party or lounge person, but he is very much an 'investigate new and strange things' person - as well as a 'make sure no one is getting murdered in the snake club' person! And given the gentler influence of the Moon Presence this month, Manabu finds himself returning with those excuses, but lingering longer despite them.

His omen, Magnet, does much more of the social roaming than his person does, unfettered by that hesitation Manabu has for relaxing and having fun. The little dog wanders around tables and sniffs at feet, delighting in any positive attention given him - enough of it will encourage him to nip at fabric and point over toward his person in hopes of enticing some conversation.

Meanwhile, Manabu isn't a complete wallflower...mostly. He might get stuck in one of those beanbag-lookin' pillows and need a hand, otherwise he'll sit in a booth and eat while trying to think on how whatever he's got here was made; he's sick of cooking bland, you know? Gotta adapt and adjust with what's available in these lean times, but that doesn't mean it has to be unfun to eat.

If he sees Magnet being overly nosy at someone who doesn't look super into it, he'll get up to save them from the dog.


ii. unsnakely
Now here...Here's where Manabu really wants to be. Well, not really, but out of a sense of duty, you know? Rockbeast Varian was distressing enough, but now there's a molten snake slithering around doing damage? That won't do. He's no hunter, so he can't access any resources to organize (and he suspects they don't organize, honestly), so he has to make do how he can. Combat-oriented friends or acquaintances are the sort he would approach and ask for help tracking the creature down to curb its destruction in more populated areas, as he's not so stupid as to go about this on his own!

Of course, it's not like he always has a choice: Given the nature of the beast, getting caught by surprise can happen far easier than finding the creature intentionally, which means there's always a chance someone may find him struggling to get the high ground and avoid the rushing maw of the burning unsnake. He's alight, too, but not in pain: His fire licks off his shoulders and little sparks of electricity crackle off the ends of his frizzed hair as danger rises, both of which can race down the length of his gravity saber, embellishing laserfire when he gets the chance to shoot.


iii. miscellany
Beyond these wild and mild events, Manabu is working hard to keep busy working hard. From supporting tasks at the Roost to general pickup handiwork jobs for Trenchers, he's always looking for chances to lend a hand to acquaintances and strangers alike! How can he assist today?
firstroar: (ʟɪsᴛᴇɴᴇʀ)

blue - paleblood - ota

[personal profile] firstroar 2022-01-08 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)
i. snake den
Blue gets himself to this place as often as he can, drawn by the volume of people and the wealth of emotional energy to bask in. It makes him feel a bit more alive, his paleblood soaking up those feelings unconsciously as he lingers on one of the cozier pillows. His omen lounges at his feet, intimidating in size but peaceful in demeanor, often fast asleep or at least feigning it so as to not deter others from approaching should they wish - so long as they pose no threat.

Making eye contact with these red eyes will yield a longer, lingering look - as though he can perceive more than just one's form. Because he can. He smiles gently, exuding a welcoming presence that's even more enhanced by the effects of the moon. Comfort and truth...it's easy to settled down with here, isn't it? Or perhaps one is more bold and wants to sweep up a fair-faced stranger to dance?



ii. unsnakely
Given his frail form, going out to fight a snake is the last thing he ought to be doing! But if he senses the danger while he's set his mind adrift through the city...

You there! a voice will fill one's thoughts. It's coming, look out!



iii. miscellany
In daylight hours, Blue sometimes takes short walks through Crenshaw with his omen, perhaps even making it as far as Willful Machine to sit and people watch. As in the Snake Den, the Mu exudes a welcoming and gentle presence, someone one could approach in curiosity or the hope of friendship.

After dark...there's a spectral form moving through many of the districts with his form. A pale blue ghost with red eyes glimmering in the dark, perceptible by those on the lookout for strange things. When noticed, those eyes fix on the source.


[psychic permissions/opt-out!]
lipochrome: (knees weak)

gideon nav | the locked tomb

[personal profile] lipochrome 2022-01-08 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)
shedding ceremony i: bari-star
[ Truly, it is a shame that the Cohort's best coffee adept is stuck in this place, with very little coffee to be found. Seriously, how do people travel or live their lives without that little extra jolt? More worrying is that Gideon has no job and nothing to do here, which is a real bummer.

Until she finds the party. It's at some place called the Red, which Gideon thinks is hilarious because, hey, that matches her hair! The best part about the party, though, is that it's got a bar. Bingo. Counter service is counter service, no matter how you shake it, so Gideon slides behind that bar and slings a towel over her shoulder, ready to get to work. She may not know how to make party drinks, but she does know her coffee. How different can the two be?

Anyone who approaches the bar while she's "working" gets a charming, lopsided grin. ]
Hey there. What can I get for you?


shedding ceremony ii: dr. skelebone
[ After Gideon recovers from the trauma of losing her muscles, which is the most tragic thing to ever happen to her ever, she begins to realize that maybe being a necromancer isn't all bad.

Gideon may not have Harrow's sheer level of talent or training, but you know what she does have? The world's worst sense of humor. Which is why Gideon is using her newfound abilities to create an eight-foot tall skeleton to hold her sword polish, smaller knives, and overall be a cool dude to hang out with.

If you are unfortunate enough to cross paths with this ridiculous pairing, she'll have the skeleton stick its free hand out for a shake while she grins, clearly proud of herself. ]


Hey, you wanna help me name this guy? I'm thinking Skeletor. Or maybe Skeleguy. He can do a backflip too, wanna see?

[ Ah, necromancy, truly an ancient and mysterious art. ]


shedding ceremony iii: tween time
[ Gideon Nav, twelve years old and freshly-off world, has never been more excited in her life.

Turning into a squid? Kind of weird but also super cool! A city full of people, most of them under the age of seventy? Awesome! And the best part is: this isn't the Ninth. After forty solid escape attempts, she's finally free, and if it took turning into a squid to pull that off, so be it. The only thing she could possibly be bummed about is that she didn't think up the squid plot sooner. Or at all.

Today, she's found herself on the boardwalk. She doesn't seem to mind the cold or the ice, and instead makes a beeline to one of the few open food stalls, and is handed the strangest, fluffiest food she's ever seen. Also, it's on a stick!

Naturally, the only logical course of action is to turn to the person nearest to her and say: ]
Bet you I can fit this whole thing in my mouth. At once.

[ What a great idea. This kid's a genius. ]

(ooc: this prompt comes with potential warnings for child abuse and neglect. please let me know if you'd like me to avoid those topics.)


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