GENRE
1. BIG CITY/SLICE OF LIFE Your general sort of scene. You're stuck in a big city with people you don't know, but things are pretty normal overall. Maybe there's some kind of over-arching plot, but we don't know what it is. The city could be anywhere. In the sky, under the sea, on the ground like a normal god-damn place, etc.
2. HORROR Space horror, horror towns in the woods, getting thrown into a deadly game show, body horror, you better get your shit in order and work with your newfound comrades to get the hell out of Silent Hill/Raccoon City/The Nostromo/whatever.
3. GIMMICK/NICHE Wild West! Rapture! Living in a world of sentient ice cream cones! Scooby Doo mysteries!
4. MISC Man, we don't know. Make some shit up. Maybe you're in a voluntary jamjar!
TIMELINE
1. NEWBIE You just arrived and everything is confusing. Find help somewhere. Maybe someone has a lengthy guide for you to read. Maybe someone recognizes your hometown and can help you get to people you know.
2. OLD HAT You've been around for ages. Hang out, do your thing, help new people, create anarchy, dismantle the power structure, whatever.
3. REVOLVING DOOR You went home. You thought you were free. Now you're back.
4. MISC Seriously, make something up. Maybe you're a dang NPC/native resident.
INTERACTION TYPE
1. NETWORK POST Make a post to the handy-dandy network! Put in your username, what the post type is, and go ahead with your social media. This option is probably best as a top-level.
2. ARRIVAL You just got here. Did you fall into a fountain or something? Get sucked into a wormhole? What's up? Flail around until someone takes pity on you.
3. THE DAILY GRIND You're used to it so you're just doing whatever. Working your job, dealing with some zombies, in any case you're just living your life.
4. MISC Make something up already!!!!!!!! You're smart people. We're not your parents or the cops. You do you.
As always, these are just suggestions. Make up anything you want, as long as you're having fun! |
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4 \ 3 \ 1 - Totally open to past CR, assumed CR, new CR.
No, literally, he turned on the camera just to pointedly sigh into it. Say hello to Dean Winchester, resident crybaby. ]
Seriously? Seriously? What is it this time? Space ship? Purgatory? Oz? I swear to god, one of these days I'm gonna Quantum Leap my ass into a volcano, I am not even joking.
Anyone out there? Anybody at all? Preferably with- I don't know- a freakin' pamphlet or a- a- I don't know, a cosmic Facebook page that can tell me what in the hell is going on anymore.
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[ Homunculus hadn't shown up this time. Eike figured he was either out of chances, or something else had gotten him this time.]
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Well, not exactly. I was throwin' that one out there, but I've been to purgatory. Trust me, it's a hell of a lot different. Way fewer smart phones, for starters.
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[Perhaps more so, given Eike's amnesia.]
How did you end up here?
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[ Believe it or not, that isn't actually sexual. It's a burger, and alas one Dean never got the chance to taste.
Life is cruel, my friend. Too cruel. ]
You?
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[Eike could sympathize.]
Stabbed in the back while talking with a waitress.
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Not too far off. Maybe we're in some kinda food service limbo. Hope you're a good tipper, maybe they'll cut us some slack.
Re: 4 \ 3 \ 1 - Totally open to past CR, assumed CR, new CR.
Maybe Purgatory, haven't been here long enough to find out. [But given his last memories? It's definitely some sort of afterlife.
Maybe.]
You do this a lot?
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Yeah, a time or two... or seven.
[ And he'll just skip past elaborating on that for right now. ]
So we've got nothing? No intel, crapola?
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[Damn, that's gotta suck.]
So where are you from originally?
And not that I've seen yet, but I haven't been here that long myself. Kind just trying to get my head on straight before I really went exploring.
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Earth. United States. Midwest, mostly.
[ Which is the short answer. A more accurate one would be Kansas for the first few years and then a series of motel rooms all over the country for the rest of it. ]
What about you?
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Name's Jackson, by the way.
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Sorry for your lot, Jackson, I wouldn't hold my breath on getting outta here too quick. Last time I was in a joint like this it was a solid couple'a years before I got bounced out again.
[ In other words, buckle up and start making friends. ]
If you got any hobbies, buddy, now would be a good time to pick 'em up. Maybe take a cooking class.
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I'll figure out ways to keep busy.
albus "the shitty son" potter. harry potter.
username: asp
query: so are there any weird prejudices against magic here? asking for a friend
if you tell me you can pull a rabbit out of your hat i'm going to be pretty cross
→ ACTION → slice of life, old hat, the daily grind
[ Despite being in this city for a few months, Albus hasn't given up on getting home somehow. He doesn't trust the communicator networks to be secure so he spends his research time in the too-large, too-grandiose library, surrounded by shelves nearly two-stories tall and curled in dark corners where no one notices him. It feels like being in the restricted section back when he was in Hogwarts, but with higher stakes. He has stacks of notebooks in his flat: they're kept in a cabinet warded so tightly and viciously that if the wrong person tries to open it, it'll snap down on their wrist like a bear trap.
He only has one with him now, half-full, reading a history book full of cartography and notes. He's copying down the maps meticulously; they don't match the current city layout and he wants to know why. He's in the stacks for hours working, and once he's finally done for the day he leaves the building to go back to where he's staying. The notebook is tucked away unseen and he looks like he belongs - long coat, head held high, shoulders back, hands meticulously clean. But there's a slightly nervous energy about him that's almost palpable: it's deeply frowned upon to try and look too deeply into things.
Maybe he'll just look preoccupied. Maybe he'll look suspicious. ]
→ ACTION → horror, old hat, the daily grind/misc
[ Albus has been in this hellhole for almost a year. It's dark out in space, and huge areas of the hulking space station are no different. Magic feels different, like it's dampened and fuzzy around the edges, and he hates it but he's adapted: he spent years terrible at magic and survived, he can function here. Currently he's in the maintenance area for one of the smaller sections, where air gets recycled and filtered into the hydroponic section with the plants that help process it. For some reason the plants have been dying - or more specifically, being eaten. It's happening at an alarming rate and if they're all consumed then the systems won't be able to sustain all life on board.
The lights flicker in these areas, most of it concentrated on the functional aspects rather than being able to see. Albus is climbing carefully down a ladder, lit wand clenched between his teeth, and then he hears a skittering. There are hidden creatures everywhere and so far all of them have been dangerous. He loosens his grip, doing a controlled slide the rest of the way to the floor that only works because a surge of magic keeps him connected with the metal. When he alights he sees a twitch of movement out of the corner of his eyes and turns his head just quick enough to see a medium-sized reptile-like creature disappear into a duct with most of a smaller plant hanging out of its mouth. ]
Shit.
[ He lunges forward to try and catch it but the duct cover almost closes on his hands and he slams a fist against it before turning to the panel next to it, pulling the switch and--nothing. Fuck. All right. He presses a hand to the panel like he can touch it into working - little charges of static are passing between his skin and the metal, but it doesn't quite seem to be working. He swears again, louder, and shifts to rip the cover off and plug the connector from his communications device into the slot.
Maybe he can override it before the damn thing gets away.
In the distance there's the sound of more nails clicking on metal, and the echoes mean he can't tell how many or how far. He should probably hurry. ]
→ NOTES
[ I'm also open to any other ideas! Come at me with whatever you like! ]
Network
Luckily so long as you're not flinging destructive magic around willy-nilly or trying to hypnotize people, most are fairly 'live and let live' about the mystic arts around here.
What've you got against rabbits out of hats though, it's a classic for a reason. And not really hard if we're being honest.
[He knows why the rabbit from a hat thing is annoying but guess what he's a bit of a pain in the ass.]
Rex Arany | OC
[ Video/Action ]
[ Matching the usual dead on his feet look Rex sports, bundled up in heavy clothing even in the warm weather, Rex talks slowly apparently having taken a wander into the lush forests out of the Jam Jar City. It's hard to tell with his gloomy mannerisms, but he seems kind of amazed to be holding a fresh apple pulled off of a healthy apple tree. As ever there's a slight background track to his very existence, the muffled 'tsh bum' of music being played slightly too loud on earbuds. ]
...Is it supposed to be this easy to eat?
[ That's right. He's suspicious enough about food growing on trees he felt the pressing need to broadcast about it on video. ]
Eike Kusch | Shadow of Destiny
[Eike looks slightly unsettled.]
This might sound like a weird question, but, am I dead again?
Kyle Wick | The 100 | The Networkiest Network Post
He rolls to a stop just in frame, one hand up like hold your horses. ]
So, check it out, let me just go ahead and do everybody a favor. I found some pretty sweet stuff on the archives of this network, a bunch of files hanging out from back when dinosaurs roamed roller discos. Let me just say in advance, you're welcome.
[ And then he reaches over, twisting the knob on a black rectangular box behind him. It's a stereo system, and he's pumping up the volume on a song for the entire community to hear.
Wick discovered 90s rap.
And now, so has everyone else. ]
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Why? It sucks.
[#valuable commentary]
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Psht, you sucks.
[ He shoots back unphased, the dulcet tones of Bell Biv Devoe serenading her obnoxiously behind him. He doesn't even dignify her by turning the music down. ]
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slightly louder:]
Suck. Take away the 's.' [a beat] Or are engineers too good for grammar?
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Who needs grammar when you have this, am I right?
[ And it's followed by a twist in the chair and a twist to the volume knob. He cranks that shit to 11, and when he looks back at the camera it's with an expression that says he's entirely too pleased with himself.]
SAY WHAT YOU WANT- [ He yell-talks over the music, gesturing emphatically toward the sound system. ] IT'S CATCHY, YOU KNOW YOU LIKE IT.
LMAO omg
as it stands, though, it's crucial that no screens are harmed in the making of this production. and maybe it's a good thing to save the punching hand the trouble, too; her ears are probably already bleeding as it is.
(speaking of... #yikes)]
It's just noise! [she's forced to half-yell back] There's nothing to like about noise.
no ragrats
Alright, alright, alright - !
[ He yells back, then twists to fiddle with the knob again. It goes blessedly silent so abruptly his ears practically ring. ]
Okay, lemme guess- what does Reyes jam to?
[ He's muttering this all loud enough for her to hear, fake talking to himself, but it's all definitely directed at her. He scrolls through the little device in front of him, fingers shielding the screen from view, until finally-]
Aha! Got it.
[ He presses the center button and turns it up, nothing nearly so loud as 90s rap, but definitely audible. ]
Closer? Not angsty enough for ya?
Scarecrow | Batman Arkham Knight | ota
dorothy gale | emerald city
ii. —welcome to the zombie apocalypse: wildcard
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