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[mcmemeface]

the ACCIDENTAL EXTRADIMENSIONAL TOURIST meme

Have you ever wanted to travel to another planet? Another REALITY? Even if this is something that has never crossed your mind, It's about to happen. For reals. A giant wormhole has opened up beneath you and dropped you elsewhere. You have no choice in what world you're heading to, or even where you'll be landing. Luckily (or unluckily) you'll be dropped near to a resident of the world who will have no choice but to play your tour guide and help you get to know your new home.

How it works

1. Post with your character. In the body include a little bit about where your character is, or what they are currently doing. You can write as little, or as much as you want! Just a simple sentence saying something like [John Doe is sitting in his office at the paper company goofing off and playing call of duty while his boss isn't looking.] is fine, or you could go into more detail and write a paragraph or two describing a key place in your world's canon to really set the scene for incoming tourists. Try not leave your initial comment blank. This meme will probably work best if you set up a scene, no matter how short.

2. Find someone else who's world you are invading and post dropping in on them. Maybe you just opened a door and found yourself there, maybe you fell into a worm hole. Either way you are not where you were a moment ago. optional: The wormhole might have handily provided you with the means to blend in to your new environment. If you find yourself hopping out into a school, you might be wearing an appropriate uniform, if you happen to fall out into a swords and sorcery type world you might find yourself sporting plate armor or wizard robes, and if you find yourself on an alien planet... well you might look just like the aliens who live there.

3. Remember that with this sort of meme it's probably best to tag outside of canonmates. But, either way, have fun and try not to kill the tourists!

Comments

Yang Yang || Wuthering Waves || OTA

[featherhaired]

[ Well, for her part, Yang Yang is currently patrolling outside of town -- or climbing up various high spots (trees, roofs, hills, streetlights..) for local kitties that scampered off because they were mischievous little rascals. Anyone falling into this scene was bound to end up scaring an adorable runaway ball of fur away before Yang Yang could even get near it. ]

[roll_for]

[Oh well this is perfect for him, all things considered.
He's probably incredibly confused, and probably looks a little out of place, unless people around here are into Earth-based Regency dress. But he's resourceful! He won't be too much of a nuisance, probably.]

[hotrodcrash]

"Hey, dickhead!"

The street is nothing like a Regency-era street. Tall concrete apartment buildings face off against a factory with enormous spherical gas tanks dominating its roofline, casting heavy shadows. Beyond, in the distance, something jets an aquamarine haze into the sky.

"You goin' to a fancy dress party or what? What's with the stupid getup?"

The youth is almost laughing, his legs swinging through the railing of the fire escape overhead. Dark blue overalls are tucked into heavy combat boots, but the elaborate embroidery down the outfit's arms suggest it is not exactly workers' clothing.

[OOC: I decided to use a younger iteration of my character than normal, for the greater likelihood of accosting a random in the street... Shoot me a reply if the vibe interests you! Also, I'm new to Dreamwidth RP, so feedback is very much appreciated regardless!]

[roll_for]

For somewhere that was supposed to be barren and devoid of other living things -except maybe the chuldur he'd been thrown into the void with- this place was both full of life and lacking in chuldur.

He blinked up at the hail, but grinned a moment later, managing to look sheepish as he glanced down at himself as if to verify what he was wearing, "Yeah, uh, just finished one." It wasn't even a lie, not really, even before the interference it had been a party and everyone was in their fanciest attire. Which wasn't exactly what a 'fancy dress party' was and he knew it, but that was also beside the point at the moment, which was that his first order of business should be figuring out just where the hell he was.

"I seem to have gotten turned around, where is this?" Someday, probably soon, trusting the first person to pay attention to him in an unknown situation was probably going to get him in trouble. He just hoped it wasn't today.

[ooc: Love it, and I'm 98% canonblind, which should work out well for Rogue not knowing what's going on]

[hotrodcrash]

The youth tilts his head, taking in that look of sheepish disorientation with a faintly wolfish cast to his smile. But the smile remains, more amused than threatening for now.

"Oh, yeah? Whose place?"

He extricates himself from the fire escape, ignoring the final ladder to climb over the railing and drop down into the street. He straightens up, thumbs hooked into the pockets of his overalls, and fixes the newcomer with a curious look.

"A bad part of town to get lost in, is where this is," he grins unhelpfully, "But don't stress. I'll help ya out."

[ooc: I am also canonblind! Figured that was a good thing for this meme!]

[roll_for]

"The duchess?" He hadn't really meant for that to come out as a question, most places had one of those, or at least someone who could be described as such, but an actual smile followed at the descriptor as to the part of town, "Ah, that part of town, I'm familiar."

A little shake of his head, "In general, not here specifically, from out of town." It was always possible that was a wild thing to say, some places didn't have an 'out of town', but he figured it was worth a shot, "Just happen to end up in that part of town more often than I should. So I appreciate the help."

[ooc: tags are probably going to slow down for the next week or so, we're having a heat wave here, like 105f-112f highs and that's just too hot to do anything, including thinking. I haven't lost interest! I just can't do anything except lay on the floor directly in front of the fan.]

[hotrodcrash]

The youth snorts with laughter at the name given, making no particular effort to avoid causing offence.

"The duchess? The fuck kinda nickname is that?"

Apparently this isn't somewhere that has one of those. The next comment draws a smile, too.

"Yeah, I'll believe you're not from Midgar, alright..." A thoughtful look crosses the youth's face that someone with a well-tuned self-preservation instinct might not appreciate. "They give you a visitor pass for this Sector particular? Or, like... wherever the hell you wanna go?"

His gaze darts quickly across the unfamiliar outfit his conversation partner is wearing... lingering on anything that might resemble a pocket.

"I'm Alvis, by the way. This is Sabertooth turf." He shrugs one shoulder in a way that shows off the embroidered characters on his clothing—they must be related. "What do they call you?"

He doesn't offer a hand to shake in greeting, although that nuance doesn't seem unfriendly. Maybe hand-shaking isn't a thing around here, either.

[ooc: Oof, that's downright dangerous heat... Take care!!]

[roll_for]

"That's what everybody called her." He replied with a not-quite-shrug, spreading both hands briefly, "And when the party's that good you don't argue with the host about titles."

The lack of handshake was noted, and quickly enough that he didn't offer one either, but he did smile, "People call me Rogue." Usually because that was how he introduced himself, and it had been his chosen name for long enough, and through enough jobs now that it was as good as his own.

"And of course, visitor pass, wouldn't go anywhere without that." He patted at his jacket, though it was well above and also on the opposite side of where the interior pocket was, and he could tell by weight that both the psychic paper and his actual bounty hunter ID chit were right where they were supposed to be if he actually needed to use either one.

[ooc: it is indeed, but luckily it turns out we know a guy who knows a guy and our AC got topped up, so we'll probably be okay now.]

MJ | MCU | OTA

[neverdisappointed]

Option 1: Come to the MCU, we have doughnuts

[MJ hadn't wanted to go back to her old after-school job, but classes were out for the summer and her student loans weren't going to pay themselves. Might as well get a head start on her savings, especially since serving coffee and pastries means she gets tips, and tips don't get tracked by the IRS. It's a relatively slow day at the shop with a couple of regulars scattered on opposite ends of the dining area, so she's doing what she can to look busy, dismantling the espresso machine to deep clean it. Watch, with her luck, some jerk is going to come in and ask for an extra large cappuccino, but she could always pour them some stale coffee and hope they can't tell the difference.]


Option 2: MJ in the Multiverse of Madness

[She hates jogging, absolutely hates it. But running from one class to another is harder on an actual college campus than when all of your classes are in a single high school building, so MJ figures it's probably for the best to work on her stamina. That proves absolutely true when she sees something on the road just ahead of her, and there's something playing in the back of her mind that finds that golden crackling ring vaguely familiar before she realizes it's too late to change course and she ends up sprinting right into the portal and feeling like she's being yanked through time and space.

She lands hard on her side and tries to catch her breath. Looking back the way she had come, she realizes that the portal's gone and she doesn't recognize the area. Crap, where the hell is she?]


[ooc: Feel free to switch to prose rather than brackets and I'll match your style! Also feel free to switch the prompts around, if you'd rather MJ get transported from work to your character's world or have your character stumble into her universe while she's jogging.]

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[not_yet_screaming]

The wall to the coffee shop rippled, in ways that walls shouldn't and appeared out of focus. Especially because at the same time it didn't move at all, but a petite redhead in a short skirt flew backwards through it and over two tables, landing hard into another and knocking it over. She didn't stop to check where she was, pushing herself up onto hands and knees as a large scaled arm with bloody claws and then a snakelike head that was brushing the ceiling appeared through the rippling wall, snarling.

The redhead screamed, or at least that was what it looked like; to anyone in the coffee shop it would sound and feel like noise cancelling headphones as the monster reeled. And the ripples on the wall briefly increased, then flattened. Other than the monster half in and half out the wall, making an interesting decoration on the pinboard, it seemed back to normal. And the monster seemed half translucent. Meanwhile the girl who'd come through collapsed panting with blood trickling out of her nose and gashes on her left shoulder, the back of one arm, and a head wound.

[neverdisappointed]

It wasn't the first time that chaos randomly erupted in MJ's vicinity, but that didn't mean she was any more prepared for it. She had just set the clean cycle on the espresso machine as all hell broke loose behind her. There were flashes of light, at least one person was flying, and oh great, there was a literal monster in the middle of her workplace. Where are the Avengers when you actually need them?

And then the air pressure went screwy - at least, that's what MJ figured given the weird dampening of that scream - but she didn't give it much thought. The scant customers and other employees raced out the door in a panicked frenzy, and MJ was about to follow suit until she noticed the bleeding girl on the floor. She debated it for a brief moment before heading towards her, wanting to grab her but not wanting to aggravate her injuries.

"Hey, hey," she breathed in a voice that was trying to be both insistent and soothing at once while she crouched and held a hand out for her. "Come on, give me your hand, I'll get you out of here." Whether or not the danger had passed, she wasn't about to risk standing around and cleaning up after this mess in any capacity.

[not_yet_screaming]

Lydia didn't take her eyes off the wall for a few seconds and then her shoulders minutely relaxed and she gave MJ a smile that might have been more reassuring if her nose wasn't bleeding and there wasn't a scalp wound running blood into her hair and down her face. "Thanks." She panted, taking the hand and standing up. "It's now safe. Or as safe as here is normally." A frown briefly crossed her face; her non-physical senses were telling her something very very bad had happened round here but she didn't actually know about The Snap.

She stood up gracefully. "Lead on please. Also if you've got any bandages? And..." She swallowed. "I think my home is through the portal that I just sealed?"

[neverdisappointed]

MJ hadn't expected the other girl to smile, not with all that blood on her face, but maybe she was some sort superhero whose powers prevented her from feeling pain but not from becoming a bloody mess after a battle. Regardless, she helped pull her to her feet, glancing behind her when the girl claimed that it was now safe. She didn't see whatever that creature had been but if a portal could randomly open once, it could open again.

Great, now she was never going to feel safe.

When asked for bandages, MJ debated for a moment, glancing out the storefront windows towards the apparent relative safety of the street. The police (or worse) would be coming by before too long to investigate, and if a wormhole could open up in a coffeeshop then it could just as easily open up anywhere else. And there was no point in letting the girl potentially bleed out, not if she was insinuating she was from some other planet or something with no way home.

"There's a first aid kit in the back," she mentioned, gesturing towards the door leading to the kitchen and offices. "Unless this is a situation where you're trying to avoid cops or something, I can try to fix you up until paramedics find their way here."

[not_yet_screaming]

Lydia didn't feel safe and was still high on adrenaline. Not from the Worldstalker, but from being stuck in the wrong world where something very bad had happened. So she was keeping up her mental combat mask for now, especially for dealing with cops. "I'm almost certainly not insured and don't have a local bank account? And I think my ID will be all wrong? And don't have an address in this world?"

She swallowed, following into the back. "It's not as bad as it looks." Most people hadn't seen blood. And she wasn't quite a normal human and healed faster than most, but she chose not to mention that she was immune to the Worldstalker's venom. "Also do you have any superglue?" She smiled. "At least in my world that stuff was invented to close wounds. Which is why it sticks to fingers so well."

[neverdisappointed]

"... Asgard? Or what used to be Asgard?" Her speech and clothes were all wrong for that to be the case, but even Thor had learned to adapt to Midgardian culture based on what she'd seen on-line, so since MJ wasn't directly privy to the names of any other inhabited worlds or realms or whatever, she was going to take a shot in the dark.

Either way, it was clear the new visitor wasn't all too anxious to risk being detained by people who might ask more hard-hitting questions, so MJ headed to the back and navigated to the owner's office so she could grab the first aid kit, wrinkling her nose a little at that question as she began rifling through it. "Yeah, you can use that for papercuts and stuff, not when it looks like you barely avoided getting your arm torn off. And it doesn't do anything for concussions, either, so while I know enough to be able to stave off a coma, you should still get head injuries checked out. Unless you're not human, then hey, don't listen to me."

She said that last bit casually as she opened a desk drawer and grabbed a tube of superglue. "Knock yourself out, just not literally."

The Fourth Doctor | Doctor Who

[allteethandcurls]

[There's a loud grinding noise as a blue police box slowly appears out of thin air. The Doctor steps out with his massive scarf trailing behind him, and he looks around in bewilderment.]

I thought I deactivated the Randomiser... Still, this definitely isn't 1870.

[He was hoping to get Lewis Carroll to autograph his copy of Alice In Wonderland - that can wait for another day, though.]

Claire Bennet ∞ Heroes ∞ OTA

[infinite1ups]

It's not unheard of for dangerous evolved humans to be on the loose, and usually Claire isn't too afraid of them. She's survived so much already.

But a man who can create portals... That makes her a little nervous. Still, she's determined to help people like her.

Things go upside-down pretty quickly. Her dad shows up, the guy freaks out and loses control of his powers, and suddenly she's hanging on for dear life trying not to get sucked into a spinning, whirling vortex that leads to, well. Nowhere. Or possibly anywhere. No one really knows, because nobody who's gone through one of the portals has ever come back.

Noah tries to pull her to safety, all the while talking to the man, trying to calm him down enough to close the portal looming behind Claire. It's getting harder to hold on, her hands are slipping...

The rest is a blur. Her grip on her father's hands is suddenly broken and she's sent flying backward, through the portal where all sense of direction is gone. She can't see anything either, seemingly zooming through somewhere (through space and time?) until she drops back into something that feels like reality.

It's a literal drop, as she falls a short distance before hitting the ground with a thud. The rough landing briefly knocks the wind out of her, but nothing is broken. She can move all of her limbs with ease, even if she's slow to get to her feet.

"Oh, shit..." Claire looks up with concern, trying to figure out where the hell she is. She's also looking to see if anyone saw her drop out of thin air.



( Oh look, a vaguely canon based prompt. She could be anywhere, any time period or setting. This is such a fun concept to me! )

[hotrodcrash]

The floor Claire lands on is tiled in cold, synthetic marble. Overhead, strip lights. To either side of her, office chairs and desks piled high with papers segmented into case-file-type manila folders, which block most of her view until she stands up. She's indoors, apparently in an office of some kind. Behind her–

"What the fuck?"

A sharp bark of surprise, followed by the sound of scattering papers falling to the floor and a suppressed hiss of pain.

A young man in a suit and tie—minus the jacket—is standing staring at her, stopped in his tracks by her sudden appearance in mid-air. His shirt sleeve sports a fresh coffee stain, the skin on his wrist scalded pink where the jolt of surprise caused the steaming mug he's holding to spill. He ignores it, thudding the mug down on the closest desk, freeing his hands ready to—well, he doesn't seem quite sure.

He approaches a few paces, cautiously, his gaze casting quickly about for clues about where she came from, but mostly focused on Claire. His fingers flex, tension in his limbs as if he'd react quickly were she to make any sudden moves.

"How in the fuck did you–"

He cuts off, frowning, obviously suspicious as well as confused. But he doesn't come any closer. Yet.

"You can't be in here."

[OOC: Not sure if you're interested in an FFVII crossover, but thought the setting might be an interesting match! I'm also new to Dreamwidth RP so please let me know if I'm getting something wrong.]

[infinite1ups]

Somehow, it's a little unsettling to be in an office. She's only had some odd jobs - some babysitting when she was still in school, then retail and waitressing. At least it appears to be a pretty standard office, nothing clinical, but she can't tell exactly what kind of work they might be doing.

The startled reaction in turn startles her as well, and her head snaps to where the voice came from. She doesn't make any sudden movements; he doesn't look armed or dangerous, but he is pretty annoyed. Understandably so. She doesn't want to rile him up further.

"Yeah, uh. Sorry," Claire says sheepishly. "I got lost trying to find the bathroom." Not the best lie, but the first thing that popped into her head. She's not dressed for the office, not unless this is one of those Business Casual kind of places that allows jeans. But she's well groomed and clean, despite the unprofessional attire.

"You're not gonna call security or anything, are you?"


( ooc: I don't know much about FF, but I'm down. :D And welcome to DW RP! )

[hotrodcrash]

Alvis is completely thrown by her sudden appearance. He can't have seen what he thought he'd seen. And yet, there's no sign that she came in through the ceiling. The idea that she could have snuck her way in here without him noticing until she... fell over...? Unlikely. Either she's too competent to fall, or not competent enough to infiltrate—unless she wanted to be seen right then.

She doesn't look like a spy. But then spies rarely do; even to a trained eye, if they're good.

Then she gives him that excuse, and he stares at her like it was the most ludicrous thing she could possibly have said.

"Who gave you access to this floor?" he asks, none too gently.

He doesn't want to assault a legitimate visitor—although whoever invited her here would deserve it, frankly, both for not warning him and for letting her out of their sight. The files piled on the desks around them are all labelled CLASSIFIED for a reason.

The comment about calling security earns a twitch of amusement at the corner of his mouth. Unless he needs to call in the military branch, he is security—along with the others who work here—even if he doesn't look like it. But, again, the best operatives rarely look the part.

"Nah," he replies, "But this sure as shit ain't the bathroom. C'mon. Out."

He jerks his head for her to follow. He can figure out her deal when she's not right in the middle of their current paperwork.

The suspicion that she's only the distraction itches at the back of his mind.


( ooc: Canonblind is probably great for this meme! I guess I have more context to provide in posts in that case, though, so sorry if the replies are a bit long. )

[infinite1ups]

Well, he isn't getting violent, which is a good sign. Not that she's afraid to get hurt, more that she's hesitant to make this situation any more strange and awkward than it already is. If he sees her heal - she hopes her regen still works here, anyway - there's no telling how he'd react.

And now she notices the CLASSIFIED files, a sinking feeling in her stomach. Is this military? Government? Shit. The last place she needs to be.

"No one gave me access. I didn't mean to end up here. But I don't want any trouble-- see, I'm coming willingly." Claire has her hands raised to show she's unarmed as she lets him lead her out. She'd had a taser, but dropped it before she went through the portal.

"D'you mind telling me where I am?" she asks, nervous but polite. "I mean, like. General location, unclassified information."

A general location is just the beginning of figuring out where the portal sent her. And when. She could have been sent into the future. The possibility that she's gone to an entirely different world had yet to dawn on her. This place seems Earth-like enough so far.



( No worries at all. Occasionally I'm a little slower with long replies but I love it! )

[hotrodcrash]

He's turning to show her out into the corridor—not giving her his back, but stepping aside in a way that makes it obvious where she's supposed to walk, the tension in his shoulders still ready despite his casual words—when her first reply sinks in. He stops again, cogs jarring against each other in his brain.

"The fuck do you mean, didn't mean to...?" He tries to play it cool and keep his damn mouth shut, but the dissonance is prickling at his temper. "You're in Shinra fucking Tower. Above the gods-damn Drum. You need Priority 1 or above clearance to get to any of these floors, and you want me to believe you're here by fucking accident?"

He stares at her incredulously—although there's still a note of doubt. She seems utterly genuine. And surely someone breaking in wouldn't behave like this. But how on Gaia...?

"If you're gonna bullshit me, at least don't fuckin' insult me, huh?"

He shifts his weight warily—although it looks more like he expects her to attack him for calling her bluff than vice versa.

[infinite1ups]

The relief Claire feels about getting an answer about where she is immediately immediately fades to slight panic. She has absolutely no idea what he's talking about. It's probably fairly obvious, too, given the utter lack of recognition in her expression.

"No, I'm not-- okay I was kinda being a shit with the bathroom thing, and I'm sorry, but, I--" Fuck, how to explain? She probably already sounds like a crazy person, might as well go all the way.

"I came here through a portal. It was all an accident, I didn't know where I'd end up." She pauses, before adding, "I still don't really know where I am, to be honest."

Alice Wake | Alan Wake 2

[thelightyouneed]

[She's sitting in a dim room lit by a single flickering lamp. There's a video camera in one corner, currently turned off.]

ARID | The Fall: Unbound | OTA

[inperspective]

[Congratulations, you've won a surprise trip to the Backwater Planet of Misfit Robots (accidental headquarters of the robot revolution)! If you're lucky, you've landed on the lawn outside an old-fashioned looking mansion, rain pelting down around you. If you're not so lucky, you might have dropped into the underground ruins of an old robotics facility - watch out for the giant acid-oozing slugs! On the bright side, there's a very startled droid striding your way- maybe she'll help you figure out how lost you are?

Alternatively, Arid must have tried to hijack the wrong bit of experimental tech and gotten lost herself. Wherever she's landed, there's a confused and belligerent droid trying to find her bearings - and demanding the nearest person identify themselves before she goes for her sidearm.]