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THE MAROONED MEME

When you’re stranded. When there’s no way out.

At least this you’re not alone.

WHERE ARE YOU STRANDED?
1: Island. Surrounded by the ocean, shipwrecked on an island. Far away from any civilization.
2: Planet. Is it an uninhabited wasteland? A teeming forest, crammed with alien life forms? Does it have enough oxygen? Storms? Predators?
3: Moon/Asteroid. Low atmosphere, low gravity. You better hope that you have a survival pod where there’s enough air and heat.
4: Adrift. A ship on the ocean; a power-dead space station; a skimmer floating through the levels of a gas giant.
5: Oasis. Not quite marooned in the same sense, but you’re surrounded by empty desert, too far to cross. You might as well be trapped by the water of the oasis.
6: Cave. Again, not quite in the same sense, but something has left you trapped underground. Did you slide down a chasm? Suffer a cave-in? Either way, you’re down here to stay, for the time being.
7: Other.

WHO’S WITH YOU?
1: A friend. You’re in this together.
2: An enemy. Maybe war brought you both here, and war left you stranded behind. Could be that you’re an enemy in a more mundane sense: school rivals, an assassin and her prey.
3: Strangers. You were both on that boat for vacation, and now you have to survive together.
4: A lover. Some honeymoon, huh?
5: Other. For any other variation.

WHAT’S THE PROBLEM?
1: Food and water.
2: Shelter. There’s a storm coming. The nights are cold, here. Or do you just want a sense of security?
3: Communication. How can you get someone to come rescue you?
4: Predators. Something’s trying to kill you…
5: Escape. If you can just fix the ship…
6: Each other. One more hour and you might kill each other.
7: Injury/Disease. One of you needs medical attention. Hopefully the other can muddle through.
8: Other. Any other problem you can think up!

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[ Would rather not do sci-fi options, but otherwise anything goes. ]

((Cross-canon and random stranger tags loved, ask before shipping, no Raihans but otherwise OTA.))

[ ooc Cross canon preferred~ ]

[ It was a stakeout, old-fashioned and on the down-low. She'd enlisted the help of someone local while Looker scrounged for information in his own way. It wasn't unheard of for Interpol to do so, however it was rare to make a plan with someone prior to issues arising. She didn't really have much time for planning when things would hit the fan and their numbers were rarely high and made available unless it was something truly terrible and impossible to do on their own.

Budget cuts, she supposes. Things always seemed to solve themselves in some manner, so it's not a surprise that they could be hit with less support than she'd like.

The island is quaint and the intel they've needed to capture was brief although ongoing. A few photographs and physical evidence of bootleg pokeballs that had been going around sold to trainers by helpful vendors when a Pokemart was nowhere to be seen wouldn't even be on Interpol's radar if it wasn't happening in excess and wasn't potentially tied to greater organizations throughout different regions. They shouldn't have to be here more than another day or two, tops, and she's grateful for the company.

She's still looking prim in her suit despite kneeling on grass now, unfurling her sleeping bag. It should be well enough that they can sleep out under the stars, but it might be wise to move beneath trees or a cropping of rocks. After a moment, she vocalizes these thoughts. ]

Should we perhaps worry about rain? I confess while I've studied reports, I don't know the region particularly well.

[Prefer to not do injury/disease, otherwise any prompt looks good!]

[This was not what Evie expected when she opened her door this morning. She'd stepped out of her castle and onto sand. Endless sand, stretching out in every direction. It wasn't super hot, so it couldn't be a real desert, could it? Evie'd never seen a desert before; she hadn't gone to Agrabah yet. Didn't matter, since when she'd turned around to go back up onto her porch, it wasn't there. No phone signal either. Just her luck.

Something compels her to start walking - probably thirst, since her throat goes dry within the first minute of standing under the cloudless sky. She's been walking for a while when she sees someone ahead of her. Picking up the pace, she swallows to try and make sure she's got enough lubrication on her vocal chords to actually make sound. Then, she sees a familiar shock of green hair, and her relief turns to annoyance. She starts jogging, mostly so she won't have to shout too much.

When she does catch up to him, she grabs his jacket and glares.]

Did you do this? It's not funny.

[Perms are on the journal. Adrift, Oasis, and Cave prompts could be good. Open to the 'Who.' The 'What' can be determined by the 'Who,' so I'm open to that as well. Being stranded with a friend or an enemy could be very interesting.]

((s'up bro :D I'm really new to this muse btw, patience much appreciated. ♥ I'm thinkiiiiing...5 or 6 for setting? lots of good options for problems - 4 would be pretty standard for these two, maybe with a little 7 for good measure.))

[ open to shippy angles but characters well over 21 will work best there. ]

( In retrospect it was a damned idiotic idea to begin with. She'd heard whispers from the Carta connections -- or rather, Leliana had, and passed them along to her through official Divine communication -- that the dwarves were up to something. Maybe it wasn't the dwarves, said Leliana, maybe it was something else; up near Tevinter. And Elera... well, if there was any chance that she could catch the Dread Wolf's sent, she went herself. There was no more Inquisition to send, no matter how many still claimed their allegiance to it, working in the shadows and underground. New agents, new faces, people Solas couldn't know.

People he probably did, for he always seemed a step ahead of them.

Going alone had been her choice, it had been the natural conclusion to come to -- she'd operated alone since her arm had healed, since the moment her faith had been shattered. She couldn't return to her clan after that, after everything she had knew and loved and gladly dedicated herself to was revealed to be a fake. How was she supposed to keep the old ways when the old ways were based on lies and misremembered history? No, Elera couldn't return, couldn't do that to the people she'd spent her life thinking she was going to lead.

There were signs of activity around the entrances to the depths of the old, empty ruins -- dwarven carvings stretching up into the distance, but then between columns, as if they were put up to cover something -- gold mosaics. She can pick out the Evanuris, victorious, almost sinister in the light cast by the flams in her hand. There are no dragon statues here, no wolves, but ravens with wings outstretched. Dirthamen, and the absence of his marks on her face have never felt more of a relief than it does in this moment.

The rumbling, however, cuts through her thoughts -- she hears the crack of stone, deep and vibrating in her bones. Instinct drives her forward; there's a room off the side of the main hall that she spots, and she breaks into a run, feet flying over the stone until she can throw herself inside.

She hits the ground with a grunt of pain, holds her breath, and waits. The stones come, but only spilling into the door enough to block it and no more. Elera curses as she pushes herself up to her knees, staring at what could be an unknown amount of rubble between her and freedom. Of fresh air, which is something that will concern her greatly in short order.

It takes her a moment to realize she isn't the only one who'd been trapped after the cave in; only this time he isn't haunting her at the edge of her dreams, he's here. Words threaten to fail, debates screaming and yelling at the coward. Instead humor wins out, and as she gets to her feet she can't help but fall back into her old ways -- banter, humor, and a companionship she missed.

Damn him. )

Would you believe me if I told you this was entirely unplanned?

[ Maybe Jack decides to wander somewhere he shouldn't be (Moana's island), and he's having trouble flying back on the wind because of the heat. Interested? ]

[I'm still baby with this baby. Someone please come rescue him and keep him safe.]

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The Marooned Meme

ben k̶y̶l̶o̶ ̶r̶e̶n̶ solo. STAR☆WARS. ota

Geralt of Rivia | the Witcher | book, video game, and Netflix canon all good!

solas | dragon age

helen brume | oc (vampire) | ota.

john constantine | dc comics | ota.

Kabu, Pokemon Sword/Shield, M/F for anything shippy OTA gen

Pyra | Xenoblade Chronicles | OTA

caesar zeppeli | jjba | ota

Beetlejuice | Beetlejuice the Musical

cloud strife | ffvii+ffviir | ota

Yvain Kaivodulin || D&D/flexible/generic high fantasy || OTA

carol danvers | mcu | ota

island - other (known in passing?) - shelter/other

Evie | Disney's Descendants | ota

stuck in an oasis - probably hiding from sandworms

Daenerys Stormborn | GoT / ASOIF

courier six | fallout: new vegas | ota

no subject

widowmaker | overwatch | ota

6; 5; 6?

moana | ota

no subject

Nie Huaisang | The Untamed | voicetesting

Elias Ainsworth // Ancient Magus Bride

Loki | mcu | ota