the ACCIDENTAL EXTRADIMENSIONAL TOURIST meme

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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

Atreus | God of War

[skyti]

The land you find yourself in, dear tourist, is a forest in the dead of winter. Not just winter, like, super winter. It's so cold your breath feels like it'll turn to ice the second it leaves your mouth. Luckily you're outfitted in thick warm furs and leathers that wouldn't look out of place on the set of some historic documentary about ancient Norsemen. You might even find yourself with a Medieval looking weapon! Possibly enchanted looking.

Don't be too distracted though, from the shrubbery emerges a shambling corpse, a dead solder dressed in moldering armor waving a rusted blade around...

Atreus has been scouting the forest looking for just those sorts of troublemakers. His bow is already out, and he plucks an arrow from his quiver. His bowstring glows and envelops the missile in light before he lets it fly. Not only does it look rather pretty but it also smashes the dead thing's skull pretty good when it connects.

"Hey!" he calls to the stranger, "Be careful! The draugr have been restless in this area lately. What are you doing out here anyways?"

[chiaro_oscuro]

Ben whirls to face the shambling corpse, and is about to reach for his lightsaber when Atreus downs the creature with an arrow. The anti-violence field isn't present here. This fight would have been for real. About time, too. There's only so much sparring matches can teach you.

"That was some good shooting, Atreus, but I would have been all right. I don't travel unarmed." He pulls his hood down when he recognizes the boy, exposing familiar dark hair. "It's me, Ben. Thanks for the help."

There aren't zombies in Ben's home universe, but he's pretty sure that's what the thing from the shrubbery was. There's a wild thrill in him when he gets a closer look at the creature. So, there are monsters in this forest, and nasty-looking ones, too. Finally, something he can properly fight without holding back. He's personally grateful for the weather-appropriate clothing.

"I'm here because of an accident. For future reference, this is what happens when you tinker with your PINpoint without knowing what you're doing. First off, I'm assuming that creature in armor and the rusty sword was a draugr. And knowing my luck, there's more of them." Ben surveys the landscape. "I figure this is your home universe."

[naturesdefender]

Thankfully this traveler needed no help in blending into the world she now found herself. Her leathers were fur-lined, tooled and dyed to mimic snowy mountainsides. Her blue hair was in braids of varying sizes and wound up into a bun with two hairpins that looked like icicles. Blue tattoos peeked out from under her armor up along her neck to frame the right side of her jaw in weaving vines.

She'd gotten no warning. She'd been leading her adventuring group through the mountains of her birth to her home village. Then... here she was. the sight of the Revenant shook her slightly less than the change in scenery did. She reached for her scimitar, unsheathing it with the blade's name about to pas her lips and activate it when the arrow pierced it.

Looking to the newcomer, she did not ease her stance. "Who are you, why did you bring me here and where are my friends?" There was a pause followed by.. "Draugr... do you meant he Revenant you just killed?"

[inafadingcrown]

These were not her woods. Her woods were in spring, the mature green-golden leaves of the mallorn finally falling to the ground, leaving the green-silver new growth and the mallorn's blossoming golden flowers on full display. The shift from formal gown to furs and leathers is equally dramatic, but Galadriel can't say she's as annoyed about that, considering the circumstances.

She's grateful, too, for the sword she finds in her hand once she spots the draugr (or wraith, as she thinks of it). It's been a long time since her skill with a blade has been tested, but unfading memory is a blessing (and curse) of her people; she grips the hilt of the sword instinctively and falls into stance. She's rusty, but a she should be able to handle a single enemy.

But then she's beaten to the punch. That's perfectly fine with her, of course. She rights herself and sheathes the sword, her eyes settling on Atreus with open curiousity. That arrow caught her attention.

"You have my thanks, little warrior- for both the warning and the assistance." She takes a few steps forward, treading lightly over the top of the snow. "In truth, I have no notion how I came to be here- or where here is, for that matter."

Misfire | Transformers IDW | ota

[debonairsharpshooter]

(( here is the be an alien robot option. ))

Hey guess what? You're a robot now. In a bar. With other giant robots. Many of whom actually DO seem drunk. Luckily no drunken brawls seem to have broken out yet. Seeing as how many of these guys have weaponry integrated into their very bodies a brawl probably wouldn't be great for ANYONE in the area.

The bar itself seems like a pretty happening spot, lots of laughter, a dance floor, a short but smiling bartender who has probably assured at least three different individuals that he certainly does NOT dilute the drinks.

"Hey you look like a new face," a bright pink mech with wide expressive wings saunters over. He's got a smile on his face, and he waves in greeting, "Name's Misfire. Can I buy you a drink?"

canonblind to this continuity but heck yes

[impure_void]

The Hollow Knight is sitting frozen in the corner, adjusting to...everything. Loudness. Color. A new body, far blockier than their spindly limbs from home and with a massive chevron replacing their horns. They can only hope (no don't, do not hope) their eyes are still black.

...Their left arm is still missing. They hide it between themselves and the wall.

When one of the other giant metal creatures comes close, they resolutely stare forward instead of meeting those glowing eyes.

A burst of unexpected static comes from their voice box. They barely twitch.

Re: Misfire | Transformers IDW | ota

[somekindofspaceuncle]

He was pretty sure he died. Or almost died. Or at least lost his arm. Though he wasn't quite conscious for it.

And now, instead of nothingness... he's a giant robot. In a bar with giant robots.

That's... cool?

And he has both arms??

And he's definitely fully in control of himself????

Cool... Well... okay?!

"Er. My name is... well, my name was..."

He must be dreaming, anyway. There's no way this is all real.

And if this is some twisted fantasy as right now 'Shiro' thinks it must -

"Call me Gyro. Gyro Shirogane, a paladin. Nice to meet you. And, sure, I'll have that drink, fellow-- fellow robot."

Cheerwell Maker | Shadows Of The Apt | OTA

[che_coleoptera]

You find yourself at a Victorian-esque college. There are porticoes and columns aplenty, open air amphitheatres, dueling rings. It's obviously an old place. People are wearing clothing ranging from tunics (especially seen on the professors) to some resembling that of the early 20th century.

People in her world are different: though they appear human, everyone is part of at least one tribe allied to an insect totem. That includes you now!

The Beetle girl who approaches you is short and stocky in the manner of her kind and wears an awkward but friendly smile.

"Sorry, I couldn't help noticing...Are you lost?"

Jonathan Sims | The Magnus Archives | OTA

[beholdthearchivist]

(Voice testing...)

You're on Earth, present time. You might want to hurry back to that wormhole as fast as you can though because this is an apocalypse, a literal Hellscape. The humans you encounter will barely seem human at all, warped and tormented and twisted by strange horrors. Fear made flesh. Literally, in the case of that undulating meaty thing slowly approaching on the horizon.

Jon looks human though, technically, he probably is still. Mostly. The guilt he feels is human at least. When he looks at you, he knows things you've never said.

"It's nearly shut, if you run now you might make it back in time," he says as way of greeting.

Re: Jonathan Sims | The Magnus Archives | OTA

[fieryironman]

He needs to stop going through portals. He really should, he's pretty sure portals leading to worse situations greatly outweigh the ones that lead to safety and better situations at this point. He'll probably make a list. Later. When he's not running from eldritch horrors.

Of course he has to go through ANOTHER portal for that, but it probably can't lead to worse....right?

It's not like he's got a choice.

Except as he's running, he sees a person. A person, not a warped monster, whose giving omnious warnings, but honestly, he's getting kind of used to that. Still, it's enough to get him to slow, hesitate.

And groan as he darts back and grabs Jon's arm. "If this is some suicidal thing, the portal is probably not worse!" He snaps and is trying to run back and pull Jon with him.

Kai | The Hollow | OTA

[fieryironman]

((Spoilers for Season Two, do not read.))

The world itself seems so very...normal for some. At least a normal for those of a modern 20th century resident. The place isn't a huge city, nor is it a small town either. It has a bustling business district, surrounded by suburbia. People walk the streets, do their shopping, go to work.

Everything is normal. Everything is peaceful. It's certainly can't be a concern that when you arrived, the people around you didn't so much as give you a second glance. No matter what you look like, what you do, no matter how often you point out oddities, no one seems to react. They don't even accuse you of being crazy, they just brush it all off with a laugh and go about their day.

And sometimes you see people who are just....walking into something. A wall, a pole, some kind of obstacle, just walking. Walking. walking. Until something else bumps into them and then they continue about their day.

Surely nothing is wrong. No one else seems to think so.

Until someone does. A teenager, holding a box of donuts, whose looking at you with a deep frown on his face.

[onward_and_upward]

Okay, for starters, wherever the quantum disturbance spat him out - it was not Metro City. It seemed like a normal kind of place, if not a little out-dated. Was he somewhere on the surface? Or...somewhere else entirely? At first glance there didn't seem to be any sign of advanced robotic technology so Astro opted to walk around and play it 'human' so that he wouldn't cause a scene.

By all appearances in his zip up sweater and cargo pants he looked like a living breathing kid in the range of 13-14 years old. Sounded like it too with a voice that was in the beginnings of changing. His life-like hair might have looked unusual with it's slicked back style with distinctive points but no one gave him a second glance.

"What is this place?" He murmured. Something was definitely 'off' but he couldn't put his finger on it yet. He had just rounded a corner to head down another street when he nearly bumped into another boy holding a box of donuts.

"Woah! Sorry.." He grinned sheepishly, holding up a hand. Noting the frown a split second later, Astro blinked curiously. "You okay?"

The Hollow Knight ↓ Hollow Knight

[impure_void]

[spoilers for the wholeass game, feel free to look at permissions]

In a dimly lit cavern, a massive bug-like creature rests limply on the ground. The body beneath their cloak's been ravaged; they're holding a sword nearly as long as their massive body with their only arm.

They're exhausted. They were not made to care for themselves.

Therefore, when a new creature appears, they merely look over.

[fieryironman]

Kai is frankly sick of portals. Sick of what they mean, sick of ending up who knows where with no control. Its exhausting and stressful.

With no immediate noise, he thinks there's no danger, glaring up at the ceiling in frustration. "This is so stupid, shoukda just stayed home...."

He sighs, rubbing at his face and sitting up....only to see them. "WAH!" He yelped, scrambling back. "Who are you?! I'm not here to fight!"

Aralynn Wolfsbane | D&D 5E

[naturesdefender]

Aralynn sat by the river's edge, looking out and contemplating everything she'd experienced since leaving her mountain village. She had thought the village so large before, but now she knew differently. She also knew how horrible life was outside of her sheltered upbringing. She came to prefer the company of nature more and more, rather than the two-legged beings thinking themselves so intelligent and superior.

She watched as Duma, in his shrunken and kitten-like form (kitten sized for a Crag Cat) attempt to fish at the water's edge.

[Aralynn is in a Homebrew D&D World that is in a medieval timeframe, a half-elf in a kingdom where half-breeds are looked down on. She is a Druid/Barbarian. Feel free to ask questions.]

[divine_braid]

Well, oops. So much for a quiet moment by the river. Some weird mystical portal just opened and dumped an unsuspecting Gundam pilot in what looked like rogue's gear into the water in front of Aralynn and her kitty companion.

He let out something of a yelp as he fell in, too.

oops forgot to log out at first, oops, this one's right

[making_sacrifices]

Allura had time enough to be confused by this sudden transportation to another reality, one that seems strangely almost familiar even though she's never been in such.

However, she did imagine a reality that was a bit similar to this, truth be told. Once, recently, and more than once in her childhood.

She comes to the edge of water.

"Hello. Is the water alright to drink? I'm a little thirsty."

She looks over herself again, no longer surprised at the bow at her side, and at her change of clothing - it's not wholly unfamilliar - and then looks closely at the other woman.

She doesn't want to show any ill manners in the strange land.

akira kurusu | persona 5 | ota

[jokerish]

[You may find yourself in Tokyo during the year 20XX, either in the middle or after a pretty weird political crisis involving phantom thieves (?) and the newly formed United Future Party. This is standard urban fare, complete with giant office buildings, a modern red light district (transvestite bars and fortune tellers included in the package), peaceful parks with lakes full of swans, and the craziest pedestrian crossing you could wish for. Also, yes, there is a high school. Several, in fact.

If you were slightly less lucky (or luckier, YMMV), you ended up in a cognitive world that looks like a lovecraftian version of the subway. Strange shadowy creatures lurk between the twisted train tracks, and your clothes are now whatever you think a rebel would wear. You also have a mask, a weapon and a manifestation of your willpower in the shape of some mythological creature/deity floating around you.]

[thetravelermagi]

Yunan liked visiting strange and odd places. It let him meet the most interesting people. As much as he liked to be on his own at times, sometimes he had the itch to get out and about. So he hoped a wave of magic, letting the Rukh take him where they wished.

His feet landed without making a sound, as usual. The little golden butterflies of energies flitting about his form. His long blond braid slipped out from under the hood of his forest green hoodie and hung over the right side of his chest. The hoodie itself was a bit too large for his slender frame and hung to mid-thigh over brown leggings which disappeared into brown leather knee-high boots. Reaching down he kind of fiddled with the strange buckles.

"I don't think these serve a purpose..." he muttered to himself. Then froze a moment before his hand shot up to the mask over his face. "Oh! Look at this! This is interesting!"Fingers felt along the simple leather mask covering from his nose up, feeling the vines tooled into it. Then leaned on is staff, he looked to the person he noticed nearby upon his arrival.

"Oh, hello. What world is this?"

[timeslip_up]

[Tamura originally showed up in Tokyo proper, but her crazy luck decided to strike again. She was a bit too close and just out of sight when the Phantom Thieves entered Mementos, resulting in her getting pulled in.

Eh? What just happened?

danny "jed olsen" johnson; ghostface | dead by daylight | ota

[obsessions]

[ you wake up in what appears to be a forest. But the resemblance doesn't go far. The air hangs still and silent like the moon above. There's no clicking of insects, no scurrying of animals through the undergrowth. No smell of earth and plants. Despite the lack of a breeze, a dark fog drifts above the ground and among the identical-looking trees. Trying to find a path through them will lead you right back to where you started—or is it the same spot? There are no landmarks to navigate by. No stars in the sky.

Eventually, a light flickers in the distance. Walking towards it will bring you to a small clearing. A campfire burns in the center, surrounded by rough-hewn logs like benches. A masked figure in black sits on one of them, poking at the embers with a stick. Four long, tattered strips of fabric trail from his arms and float around him, buoyed by some unseen force.

He glances up at your approach, then tosses the stick into the flames. It doesn't burn. ]

Well, hello. New here? Or are you just lost?

[fieryironman]

[Waking up in a place with no idea how he got there is, sadly, getting to be something Kai is used to. The oddities are unnerving, but not as unsurprising as he would like. Not that the lack of surprise helps. It just cements in his mind something bad is going to happen. Which in turn works up his anxiety and makes him jumpy whenever he steps on a twig.

The fact he can't seem to get anywhere is annoying. He's sure he's passed that cluster of trees before. Unless it just looks like one he's passed.

The annoyance almost makes him forget to be afraid. Almost, but not quite.

But finally, finally he sees a light. Something new! And he hurries towards it, only slowing as he gets close. Trying to spot any people and for a moment, relief and he steps out of the trees, raising a hand in greeting. And stops as he gets a better look.]

Oh. Um. Maybe? Since you....weren't who I thought you were.

[What is his life that Death is a relief to see? Ugh.]

Nice, uh, cloak tendrils. Who are you? I'm Kai.

Pandora Drake | OC | OTA

[ailuruslucidity]

The neighborhood has seen better days.

You've found yourself in the middle of what could loosely be called a street, though the large potholes and piles of debris make it navigable only by foot. A battered street sign identifies the stretch as Olive Avenue. The remains of old shops line either side of the road, the storefronts boarded up with plywood or with heavy sheets covered the blown-out windows. There are signs of activity here; the glowing embers of a campfire, a handful of bicycles piled outside one home, colorful graffiti lining the walls.

But the hub of activity is a small cafe. There's a haphazard outdoor seating area under a few uneven pieces of sheet metal. Not a single table or chair match, and there's even a large cable spool in lieu of a table on the far side. In spite of the ramshackle appearance, there's undeniable life and energy coming from the place. The customers are laughing and smiling, not a sour look in the group.

Oh, and save one or two of those customers, everyone is a human-animal hybrid.

And if you're inclined to come closer, close enough that you're in range of the patio, a young woman with russet colored fur and a long striped tail appears in front of you, a notebook in her hands and a broad smile on her face. She's wearing a colorful apron, long white hair tamed into a long braid. Her name tag says "Pandora", written in an overly cheery font.

"Hello! Would you like me to find you a table, or would you prefer something to go?"

Tobias Eaton | OC

[bloodrunner]

When you come to, you're in an alleyway. It smells like a generic city alleyway here, though it isn't all that cluttered, like there has been efforts made to keep it a little cleaner. All around you, the sounds of people living their urban lives goes on unending and, depending on where you came from, perhaps comforting. It recently rained, you can tell by the puddles collected here and there.

There is occasional pedestrian traffic at one end of the alley, and sunset glow illuminating wetness and windows and gilding light posts and fixtures. And coming toward you, quiet save for a very soft, warbling whistle, is a man in an overcoat that seems to be searching his pockets, until he's come up with a small flashlight. This will be shined into your eyes to gauge your consciousness.

It would be best to react, before the little chain in his opposite hand is pressed against your skin.

[onward_and_upward]

Astro's eyes cracked open and he uttered a soft sound of discomfort. What had happened? He lay there taking quick stock of himself. He wasn't damaged and he wasn't experiencing any pain. His discomfort and disorientation was mostly mental - considering he had no idea where he was or how he got there. He shut his eyes again a moment, a little dizzy. Judging by what he had seen briefly, he was in an alley. Definitely sounded like a city with lots of traffic and people. Smelled like it too.

The soft whistle caught his attention and his dark eyes snapped open. Shifting his head, he looked up just in time for a bright light to flash in his eyes. He grimaced, shading them with a hand.

"Hey...where am I?" He asked, pushing himself to sit up with his other hand.

By all appearances he looked like a young teen about 14 years old. His cargo pants and zipped up sweater looked a bit scuffed with dirt and damp in spots from the drying rainwater on the ground. He didn't trust his ability to fly at the moment though those systems were operational if he needed it. It was more the fact he still felt a little disoriented and he seriously didn't feel like flying off balance through buildings right now.