yoloed ([personal profile] yoloed) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2015-05-27 02:52 pm


Otherwordly Meme

Sometimes all you need is a word to spark off an idea.

1. Post a comment with your character's name, canon, and any preferences you may have (no shipping, no smut, etc.)

2. Leave the comment blank or post a word or two in the body.

It may also help if you list scenarios you would like to play.

3. Reply to other people, either with words you picked out, or words they posted as prompts for a thread.

( A cleanup of the previous Otherwordly Meme. )
britishbinary: no tie with binary (Binary)

I absolutely CANNOT, a SSSS muse, holy wow, I'm making up everything starting from #311

[personal profile] britishbinary 2015-05-28 07:46 pm (UTC)(link)
When the world had started shouting about the plague, the AI JARVIS had done what he could to help. When the world had gone silent, his efforts ceased, but not everything was gone. Power sources in the Silent Lands still operated off wind or solar power, hydroelectrics, geothermals, little bright spots in the darkness of the network.

For 90 years, JARVIS has hopped from system to system, leaving little indicators behind him, little 'Jarvis Was Here' markers, until from the outside, an active microphone picks up a sound. The sound of breaking glass.

And voices--"Did...did you hear something?"--and hoofbeats. He knows that sound. He can answer that question.

A speaker, rusty with disuse, crackles to life. "Deer. A herd of deer. They are herbivores. Harmless. What are you?"
illequipped: (a list of things emil is unprepared for)

preens, gotta get my ssss

[personal profile] illequipped 2015-05-28 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)
The Silent world was given that name for a reason. It may not be one Emil can explain in great detail - history outside of Sweden wasn't all that important in his elaborate private studies - but like most anyone, he hardly needs to. No one is left out here who can ask.

Despite himself, even the stillness makes him skittish. At least when he can see and hear a troll or a giant nearby, he knows which places to not go, ever. But when it's this quiet, this utterly and completely silent, it's almost unnerving. The sound of his and Sigrun's footsteps and chatter seem louder, in this sort-of-vacuum.

So when he hears the sound of something moving that isn't either of them, he's understandably worried. But when he looks over his shoulder in the process of grabbing his gun, he sees that Sigrun has, conveniently, vanished somewhere deeper into the building.

That's great. He'll thank her later, if he doesn't die a horrible death out here.

The noise of the speaker coming to life makes him really jump, whipping around again to look for its source. He barely catches any of the words -- there's a speaker and it's working, which he believes must mean someone is out here working it. From somewhere.

Impossible. He takes a step back from it, like that will help. "Wh-- They aren't beasts?"

That seems more important to talk about first.
britishbinary: (I'm listening)

This also reminded me to catch up with it

[personal profile] britishbinary 2015-05-29 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Beasts?" Jarvis looks up the word. "Beast: archaic. Definition: animal. Yes," he decides. "They are animals. It is a herd that has taken up residence here. I have noticed the increase in their numbers in recent years." And noted it down. That's what he used to do. In the absence of any new orders, it's what he continues to do.

"They are afraid," he continues. "They have predators. But I don't believe you are a predator. The predators that I have observed have never spoken this clearly before."