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[appleberryblast]

Yourfirstname Yourlastname and the Meme of Adventure



tl;dr, you're on a globe trotting action adventure, the sort which is named something like 'The Curse of the North Sea' or 'Yourfirstname Yourlastname and the Citadel of the Gods.' What now?

Slightly longer flavor text: Jinkies! After receiving a hot tip about how that nigh-legendary civilization/secret/object/etc you've always pined after possibly exists in a certain location, you've set off on a rip roaring adventure to find it before other people can and use their nigh-legendary powers for evil. (Alternatively speaking, if you're evil you received a hot tip about that one hero you always like to thwart setting off to find something or another and you're trying to beat them to it.) This has led you to venturing into poorly-to-barely-to-uncharted lands with only your wits to see you through.

- Post.
- Also tag other people while you're at it.
- If you need a scenario, here's some options.

1) That one organization which has normally been A+ in funding you and your adventures has denied you for some reason or another. (Added bonus if it happens to be a college you're working with.) Frustrated, you're now trying to get supplies for your expedition the hard way, and you're calling in all the favors you can get. You're begging for supplies, you're blackmailing for a ship, you're going to all the seedy bars and talking as many people as possible into tagging along with you. (Double bonus if you end up threadjacking multiple people/multiple people threadjack you and you get an expedition crew that way.)

2) You're lost in the middle of nowhere. ...what, hot tips don't always include quality maps. (In the event you need a positively random location, you can try using this and keep on refreshing until you get something vaguely resembling land. Or not, if you want to be wet. It's your call.)

3) That one hero/villain who always thwarts your plans was one step ahead of you once more and now you're stuck. You may be in a maze with the safeguards disabled. Or maybe you're in a room with walls which are closing in. Or hey, maybe there's a pit of goddamn spikes. Or something else, like undead shambling monstrosities with the skin of killers are shambling closer and closer and there's no way out.

4) 2, revisited. You're not merely lost or maybe stuck, you're stranded. I'm talking Donner Party everything has gone wrong sort of stranded. We're talking Titanic style ship going down disaster and you and somebody else are stranded on an ice burg going, "...well, crap." Are you going to eat a polar bear or ride one to freedom? Or will you die a slow death? (In the event that you are super powered, you may also assume that nearby is an ancient secret laboratory with the obligatory power jammers still activated.)

5) Obligatory ancient civilization puzzle time. You got something you need to solve before you can move one step forward...crap, thinking.

6) That one hero/villain who always thwarts your plans has made it to the Cursed Idol of Madagascar before you and is poised to unleash that one plague of the gods which will kill all save those who hold Madagascar in their hands. (Replace names as necessary.) This is your moment, hero/villain. What now. Or are you going to drop the ball and suddenly this meme becomes a post apocalyptic meme?

7) Pre-determined scenarios are for the weak, and you are not weak, you are strong.

- Try not to destroy too much.

Comments

Setzer Gabbiani | Final Fantasy VI

[temptsfate]

[...and it was at this moment that Setzer remembered why it was - even though he was fond of adventures, fond of risking his life, fond of taking chances and making mistakes and even (on occasion) getting messy - he shouldn't say yes so quickly.]

Well?

7? Whatever.

[edgar_roni]

I've no complaints.

[No complaints about the proposed adventure, that is. Gone were the young king's mail, cape, and pauldrons, leaving him in just his minimals. It was stuffy and claustrophobic in the planning room. Add onto it the stress of planning and trying to decipher a chicken-sratch map, and you'll have Edgar, more than just a bit sweaty, uncomfortable and maybe even a little antsy. Ironic, considering he could easily spend days within Figaro castle without a bead of sweat to show for it.

He was confident it was due to the temperature, not anxiety. Nevertheless, the young king maintained his cool, so to speak, and casually shrugged as he fiddled with a protractor compass.]

But if we are to do this, it should be soon. Before more doubts and fears begin to settle...

[He wasn't going to name any names...but there was a lilt in his voice implicating someone in their midsts might have been a little scared. Understandable, to a certain degree, but Edgar was more interested in getting out.]

[aria_di_celes]

Who has doubts?

[Even Celes, who was normally cool and collected in most situations couldn't help but feel a little anxious about what they were about to do. Still, she wasn't about to let on how she was feeling; the clammy feeling on her hands was due to the heat in the room, certainly. Besides, things would be getting much warmer soon if everything went according to plan.]

[temptsfate]

Not I, though as much as I like playing the odds I sincerely hope we won't have to try six or seven volcanoes before we find the right one. [Just saying. The bonds of friendship and comradeship only extended so far.]

[edgar_roni]

I don't have any. I was just speaking in, ah, general terms.

[When he aired out his collar, it wasn't because he was nervous or, perhaps, even afraid of whatever it was they had planned. Spelunking in a volcano wasn't scary. No sir. Not at all. It was just...warmer, all of a sudden. Yeah.

He glanced between the gambler and the former Imperial general, his eyebrows lifted expectantly.]

I have faith in the maps. If Locke made them, they're accurate. Not the easiest of maps to read, of course, but accurate nonetheless.

[Just don't tell him he ever said that.]

Are we ready?

I don't know if there's a number for this sort of thing.

[lockpick]

Shhh.

[Locke shushed Setzer loudly and waved a hand at him without turning away from what he was doing. Always had a good head and a steady hand when it came to finding hidden switches and disarming traps and other such...occupational hazards of Indiana-Jones proportions. So it made sense that he was the one crouched on the ground in front of the odd device that stood in their way.]

Don't rush me.

[He'd narrowed down the choices, at least. Theoretically, the right switch would open the door and get them out of here. And with their luck the wrong one would probably kill them where they stood.]

Defying numbers, that's us.

[temptsfate]

Ha. I'll leave the professional to his work, then.

[And Setzer moved away a little. Not far, as given the confined circumstances there was little room to move that was safe. He opted to not lean against anything conspicuous for similar reasons.

Sometimes the treasure hunter annoyed him, but given the situation Setzer was disposed towards being rather charitable. Life or death risks? His idea of a good time. And if he had known the specifics about the switches (he could guess, but guessing wasn't the same as knowing) and were a dog his tail would be slowly but surely wagging. And if he were a cat he'd be giving off a low, content purr.

So he moved. And he pulled out a deck of cards and slowly shuffled them with one hand.

...that noise was pretty conspicuous in the relative quiet.]

[lockpick]

[If Setzer had asked exactly what he was doing, he would have told him, but Locke was going on easy on volunteering the details. Mostly because he was half-convinced that if he told Setzer just what the stakes were he'd get a cavalier grin for his trouble, followed by a few choice words about chips and piles or something before the famed gambler picked a switch at random for kicks and blew them all sky high.]

[A few minutes of relative silence, and the sound of the cards seemed to get louder and louder in the confined space. Locke looked back over his shoulder irratibly.]

D'you mind?

[temptsfate]

[Pretty much, and then this thread would continue in the Last Words meme.]

What? [The sound of cards shuffling had long since stopped registering as being a thing to him. He was rather clueless as to what Locke was referring to.]

Edd (Double D) // Ed Edd 'n Eddy

[itsaprototype]

(Transported to foreign land. Check. Be only one in misfit group who has higher than average intelligence. Check. Be complete coward during a fight. Check. In addition to high intelligence, it is also no surprise that he's the only one capable of solving the Temple of Skye's rather complex puzzle--while his friends guard him from the golem-like monstrosities that have come to life to attack him--check check CHECK!!!)

Courage--Courage--COURAGE!! [He braces as an explosion goes off nearby] Curse my astute intelligence!

[Busily yet hurridly keeps going]

Oh the humanity...

Terra Branford | Final Fantasy VI

[ethereal_earth]

Jane Crocker // Homestuck

[batteroflife]

WE ARE IN A JUNGLE thats my prompt; so 2-ish

[xenon]

Oh, Jane! Come see this. ((Rummaging through a campsite they found themselves in. It looks pretty abandoned, so Jake doesn't seem to mind ransacking it a little. He pops up in a moment, wearing his new-found hat! He adjusts it on his head and smiles.))

Brilliant look for me, wouldn't you say? I've always wanted one of these.

[batteroflife]

Well, yes, I believe that hat suits you nicely. [ She had been poking around the campsite as well, though for an entirely different reason. Once she's complimented his hat, though, she will give him a look.

A look of determination.



There is sleuthing to be done. ]

But aren't you curious as to what happened here? I mean, why leave all of their things behind.

[xenon]

Huh? What do you mean? ((Durp. Stares. You do the thinking for him on this one. He's just thinking oh hell yeah jungles and bears and hats!!!))

Faris Scherwiz | Final Fantasy 5

[andrarrrgynous]

Dalton | Chrono Trigger

[gives_u_wings]

[Fair warning, if you end up working together with him, he will be an asshole.]

Celes Chere | Final Fantasy 6

[aria_di_celes]

4

[laughingalltheway]

[ Well, looks like they're stranded. That whole "ride the magical flying Magitek armor" plan certainly went down in a flaming blaze of glory. How nice it was that it had landed them on an island in the middle of nowhere. The Magitek was broken, they were surrounded by water, and for some reason they weren't at eachother's throats.

Could've gone better. ]

... You know. I'm all for seeing things burn, ah-hah... But this, see, this is a little ill-timed.

[ Prompted by a sudden crackling from the smoldering Magitek remains, the Joker looks briefly at Celes. ]

Do assure me that it wasn't built to do that. That would hardly be funny.

[ethereal_earth]

[Terra never thought she'd be back in Magitek armor, even if she could barely remember having ridden in them before. Those days were all just one big blur, and she tried not to focus on them much. Most days, she was grateful for the cloudy memories, but today she wised she could recall more about the huge suits of armor.

She looked up from examining her own smoldering Magitek suit when the Joker spoke.]

No. No, they aren't supposed to do that.

[aria_di_celes]

[Celes is glad that Terra bothered to answer Joker, because she wasn't about to. They might not be at each other's throats, but she certainly wasn't happy about their predicament.]

I don't suppose you're any good at machinery, are you?

[She never thought she'd be thinking it, but if only Edgar were here.]

Elizabeth Swann | Pirates of the Caribbean | sort of 4?

[untameable]

[A fish. She's inside... a fish. Well, all right, correction: She's inside a whale.

It isn't that she didn't believe the rumors of a mysterious island that disappeared and reappeared elsewhere at random. After everything she's seen, it'd be utterly foolish for her not to. So, she wasn't surprised when her ship located where the island was last seen and nothing was there. She was surprised, however, when a whale -- not as big as the kraken, she thinks, but it was up there -- rose out of the sea and ate the ship whole.

Keeping her men calm after that? ... Yes, all right, it proved to be quite the challenge. And yes, fine, maybe she didn't do such a good job, and maybe some of them panicked and fled deeper into the whale. And maybe she felt responsible, and that's why she went in after them. Without a light source. But, well -- When everything on the ship is soaked, what is there to use?

But now it's gotten so dark that she's having a very difficult time seeing, making her consider turning back. She can't hear the men any more. It's likely too late for them at this point, too. Elizabeth comes to a stop finally and flaps her arms at her sides helplessly.]

Oh, this is ridiculous, [she chastises herself aloud. She really should have stayed with the ship and the men who could still pretend to be vaguely sane. It's not like she's going to find a way out like this, either. She huffs and is about to turn on the spot with a squelch (walking in here is absolutely unpleasant) when...]

[andajarofdirt]

[When a familiar head pops up behind a flap of... something. Something fleshy and alive and eh, we're gonna stop talking about describing the insides of a whale because, frankly, Jackie here has been inside enough sea critters to really want a tour. He squints at the familiar voice.]

Bugger!

[And after that very necessary hiss, he drops back out of sight, repeating the word as a little chant because... well. Bugger.]

[untameable]

[She manages to catch sight of that familiar head just before it disappears again. All she can do is stare, because, seriously.

Did that really just happen.]

... Jack?

[No way. Nope. This isn't happening. This can't be happening.

...

Elizabeth marches right over to the flap of... something, and then looks around it.]

[andajarofdirt]

Of course not!

[Moving around, trying to avoid being seen.]

I don't know any Jack! I'm just another, ordinary piece of esophagus.

[He pauses a moment.]

Mind, that Jack fellow sounds like a dashing example of not-dead-man that you should probably in all certainty not kill as soon as you see again.

[His head pops out of the flap cautiously. He grins wryly.]

Savvy, love?