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

Peter Parker | MCU

[hashtagparkerluck]

[ here to be an interdimensional tour guide or maybe he fell through a worm hole and is a very confused Spider-kid. Is he in his mask or not? You be the decider as I'm up for either. ]

[draigon]

[Surprise! Peter Parker, in his civilian outfit (because while no one would bat an eye at the mask, probably, it's just easier if he looks like a regular person), has dropped into the Wild Area of Galar! It's sprawling and beautiful, and nothing like the big city he's from. Buildings have been replaced by trees and mountains, streets by worn pathways and green grass, parks by lakes and rivers. It's gorgeous, and it's grand.

It's also populated by Pokemon! All kinds of them that roam the tall grass, hide in the trees, drift in the waters, and some that just walk out in the open. In fact, there's one in front of Peter right now! It looks to be sizing him up!

Good thing the wormhole was kind enough to give Peter some pokeballs to help him catch these things, but he probably doesn't have a Pokemon to help weaken it! Which Pokemon is it, and what will he do next?]

[hashtagparkerluck]

[ Peter's a little busy trying to shake the fuzziness out of his head because he sorta feels like he just smashed it against a brick wall. His vision focuses in and he's-well he doesn't know but it's definitely not NYC. ]

God... my head. [ He whines, getting a look around. It's pretty-he's big enough to admit that little detail at the very least. He'd think he was in some kind of weird fever dream if not for the fact his senses kick in and his land on the pokemon before him. He still has his webshooters but he'd rather not have to fight a wild animal. It's not their fault if their wild. ]

Uh... nice kitty? [ He tries, it looks like a cat? ]

[draigon]

[Oho, a Liepard! Congratulations, Peter; you've come across a fairly aggressive, fairly strong, and very fast Pokemon.

The Liepard regards him with a tilt of her head, her ears flicking toward him as he speaks. Her tail flicks side to side for a few seconds and, as if coming to a decision, she lets out a roar at him that sounds more like a drawn out meow.

Then, she charges! Have I mentioned Liepards are very fast?]

[hashtagparkerluck]

[ He'd chalk it all up to Parker luck if he knew that. He watches the creature apprehensively, watching as its tail flicks back a forth like a cat's might and then- ]

Holy shit! [ He yelps, doing the first thing his senses tell him to which is to jump! He does so as quickly as he can, being pretty quick himself and flipping out of the warpath. ]

Can we at least talk about this?

Solus Prime ○ Transformers Aligned Continuity

[forgeoflegend]

( I've created a starter but if you'd like something else just let me know! )

This is a world filled with nothingness. The sky is dark and starless, the terrain flat and featureless. The air is still. The silence is overbearing. It feels like a tomb. And in a way it is. There is only one being in this world, she doesn't live here so much as exist here. Her brothers laid her to rest in this bubble beyond reality after her murder. And so in this emptiness she exists alone.

Alone until she is not.

She appears near them, walking slowly from the emptiness. Despite the dark her ancient silver armor almost seems to glow. The first impression one might get of her is a being so large it's hard for the mind to comprehend. Blink and she's still big, the size of a building but not so overwhelming massive.

"It's been a long time since a visitor came here," despite her size her voice is soft, and there's something almost sad about it, "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Kusakabe Hikaru | Doukyuusei/Sotsugyousei | OTA

[zgok]

[Your option for when you want a Not Strictly Realistic character dropped into a totally mundane world, specifically central urban Japan.]

Mazaki Anzu | Yu-Gi-Oh! | OTA

[anzu]

Sahu | Wake Up Deadman

[livingdeadboy]

Depending on who you are there might not be THAT big a change. This world is modern, sometime in the 20-teens. This is some derelict old parking lot, the pavement cracked, bits of trash blowing around here and there. On one end a ramshackle stage has been erected out of whatever junk whoever built it could find.

There are a couple handmade posters taped to the chain link fence to one side. A crudely drawn skull and a proclamation of a pop up concert with a date and time.

There's some movement on the rickety stage. It's a kid hauling an absolutely ancient amp up. Like it looks questionable whether or not it'd even WORK.

"Oh hey!" he turns, and as he does it's clearly evident that there are some notable... chunks missing from his face, "Concert's not starting for a few hours."

Luca Balsa | Identity V

[allegedprisoner]

This mansion you've found yourself in has seen better days. Judging by the interior of the dining room, it must have been built sometime in the 1800s... And judging by the technology, or even the clothes you suddenly find yourself in, it's probably near the end of that century here.

There's an air of foreboding as the full moon shines through the cracked windows, yet the only other person in the room at the moment doesn't seem to notice. A man wearing a prisoner's shirt and a chain 'round his neck seems to be adjusting something on a small yellow box with wires and lights. He's so focused on his work he hasn't realized anyone new just popped in out of nowhere...

Robert Muldoon | Jurassic Park | OTA

[allbedestroyed]

((Lbr, dinosaurs are where the fun's at. Let me know if you want to encounter a particular dinosaur sans Masrani madness. You can set up an alternate starter if you prefer.))

Getting calls to deal with problems, both potential and unfolding, make up the vast majority of Muldoon's day. After a couple of years getting used to dinosaur work there are a few repeat requests that come over the radio. "There's someone in one of the paddocks" isn't usually one of them, but there's nothing that gets him to step on the accelerator so fast.

((Any dinosaur is fine, but maybe let's go with something dangerous!))

[yourexoduslaughing]

Well this isn't right...

It's been a very, very long time since Flan felt lost. She's had her powers nearly all her life and while the Vast might be a nightmare to some, she's always found a deep sense of comfort in knowing that at any moment, she can simply think herself away from where she is - and think herself right back to where she wants to be.

This is not where she wants to be. Flan should be in her flat right now, listening to the sounds and smells of London leaking in through her windows. But this is a jungle and she knows instantly that it's not anywhere she knows.

Her powers are here, but they feel faint and dull, like they might snap if she pulls too hard. Tempting as it is to simply throw herself out of this place, she's forced to reconsider impulsive action and to actually think things through. So, she stops, and she looks, and she actually thinks.

It's a jungle but again, not a jungle she's used to. The plants seem bigger and stranger, and... older maybe. The air is warm and moist - she's somewhere towards the equator, she knows that for sure. She's close to sea level too - she can nearly taste the salt air. Yet when she looks up, she sees mountains above the plants. They ranges look small and she can feel them inviting her to climb them. She could do them in a day, maybe three at most if there are really tricky bits.

There's not any signs of humans, but she does spot an animal trail cutting through the brush. Well hey, that's a start. Flan wanders down it, whistling a little to herself as she follows it, keeping one ear tipped to see if she can hear anything responding back.

The path ends as she comes around a bend and spits her out into a rather abrupt and clearly artificial clearing. There's a fence here, huge and imposing, and as her eyes trail up it, she notes the way it's enclosed in instead of out. Ah... well that's not good.

Flan walks a little more briskly into the clearing, no longer whistling as she looks for an emergency exit.

Easily done

[allbedestroyed]

Perhaps at first the incessant rasping of insects pounded her ears but no more. Behind her the thick jungle goes deathly quiet but for the occasional drip of water on thick leaves or the soft sounds of the undergrowth settling. In front of her the fence stretches out as far as the eye can see, orange warning lights assuring her that the electricity is on.

There's no exit visible. Just towering trees and fencing that seems to stretch out eternally in spite of her increasingly eager pace. While she figures out her next step the unusually quiet jungle is disturbed by the brushing of leaves, the cracking of fallen branches and the footfall of something heavy.

When Flan turns around it's easily spotted in the treeline. A ten foot tall monster that looks like it strolled out of hell with its devilish horns and the red hue to its scales. More importantly, it has its eyes firmly set on Flan. It pauses for a moment as it stares and then begins its long legged approach.

[yourexoduslaughing]

She feels the moment the atmosphere changes and she realizes that she is now firmly in the domain of the Hunt. That's a problem. You might be able to negotiate with some avatars, but the Hunt's right off the table. There's one thing they want and it doesn't matter to them who you are or who you serve - all that matters to them is the pursuit, the catch, the kill.

Her eyes turn and she sees the creature in the woods, going still. Huh. Wow. Alright. Now that's new. She's seen all kinds of people and creatures, and people-creatures, but that's a dinosaur. Her hands end up planted on her hips as she looks at it as it comes out of the trees. It's red! Reddish anyway! And with horns! Kinda! He's a rather big boy too. If they were back in the office, his head would be plowing through the ceiling. The others would be screaming.

Flan considers screaming a little herself, but that would just be embarrassing. She gives the Vast a gentle prod and once again feels that it's light and tattery to the touch. She might be able to zip herself out of here, but she might end up slamming into the ground where she'll end up a treat for this obviously hungry looking creature. It's clearly not an avatar, but the Hunt doesn't really care too much about that, does it? All that matters is that it's bigger and toothier and hungrier than her.

But he's also only ten feet tall. Flan carefully backs towards the fence, picking up a stick on her way past before she tosses it at the fence. She can scale that, she's sure of it, but she needs to know if it's electric. An escape route's only good if it doesn't end up pre-cooking her for this toothy theropod.

blows dust off my account

[darkitydarkness]

((I know you have a thread going on already but I saw this and remembered I have this journal, would you be cool for another thread? :D ))

[allbedestroyed]

((Sure! Sounds good. RIP Muldoon, by the looks of it your char!))

[darkitydarkness]

((Ha ha, don't worry! My char will play fair whether he wants to or not >:) Also feel free to throw any dinosaur you want at him!))

Correction to the radio: There was someone in the one of the paddocks.

But as soon as he's walked far enough down this animal trail to scent something familiar, something that blows him back millions of years, not even the earring can hold his true form back.

It can't be possible. Even allowing for many realities, even allowing for places where those realities overlap, it can't be possible to be back then, to be there.

And of course it isn't. The plants are modern, and more importantly, he's only here because he could feel something off in the air of his domain. There's obviously trickery going on, and that should be his focus.

But the pang in his chest is drowning out his reasoning. He strides through the forest, head outstretched and following a scent that should be extinct, a piece of his past once ripped away. He has to see. He has to see where it leads, if it's real, if it's even possible.


Whatever dinosaur lives in this paddock may not be thrilled to discover their new cellmate.

Blaze-37 | Destiny OC

[rekindledtitan]

[ Reusing an old starter; also up for a robot warrior and her little buddy getting yeeted through a portal to the wrong timeline. Alternatively, maybe your character’s gotten sucked in by one of Clovis Bray’s portal experiments, and lands in the clutches of a sinister research facility plus the care of one confused but sympathetic regular soldier, long before she gets any fancy powers. ]


There’s a bright light filling your eyes, and for a minute or two there’s a disconcerting feeling that your entire body’s getting rearranged from the molecules up- then everything gets really loud for a few seconds- and here you are, tumbled onto on a stone floor in the lee of some kind of collapsed archway. There’s rubble propped above you and more of it blocking your view of where you are, but a pair of voices filter through, getting closer as they talk.

"-supposed to do that?"

"I… don’t know. Be careful-!"

Stone grinds on stone as the rubble in front gets lifted away, and a figure in space-age plate armor peers in at you. Her face is hidden behind a mirrored faceplate, but it’s easy to imagine her eyebrows going up before she speaks, voice filtered oddly through her helmet.

“Well, hey there. Looks like you’re in the wrong place.”

[ Welcome to the post-apocalyptic solar system! Depending on your fancy, your character may have landed in the deserts of Mars or Mercury, the ruins of Earth or even the jungles of Venus (though in that case hopefully they have an environment suit).]

[unapprovedtrash]

Cal groans. That. That was far from the most fun experience he's ever had. His head is pounding and it takes a moment to get his bearings. His little robot companion scampers around him beeping in concern. He pats him and laughs, wincing as just that put a sharp spike of pain though his skull.

Ugh. Okay Cal. What happened? He was on Dathomir... looking for some... artifact or something another for Merrin. He remembered getting chased by some of the Nightbrothers... and there was a wall with some sort of engraving, there was a... circle on it? He shakes his head. Things are still kind of muddy.

He's pretty sure he's not on Dathomir anymore. That oppressive aura of the Dark side isn't present. There is.. something itching at the edges of his senses. He's not sure what it is yet though.

There's voices. He's fumbled his lightsaber into his hand but hasn't ignited it yes when the rubble is shoved away. He squints at the sudden light streaming in.

"Uh yeah!" he laughs and smiles nervously. He stands from the crouch he's in slowly, carefully, no sudden moves yet, saber hilt grasped tightly in his hand. He hasn't had a good track record lately with people in armor and helmets... but the style here at least doesn't seem Imperial in design! That's a good thing, right? There's something... really kind of weird about the soldier though. He can't really figure out what though.

"This is gonna sound crazy but do you know what planet I'm on?"

BD make an apologetic tone as well.

let's go for maximum whiplash for Cal :D

[rekindledtitan]

It's a pretty fair question, considering the red sand already skittering around his feet, blown by the sharp cold wind that rushes in between the stones. Even the soldier snorts with amusement and seems to take it as reasonable, hefting the fallen stone away with a soft 'hnh' of effort.

"You're on Mars." Her curiosity is pretty plain in the way she looks him up and down- he's really... young-looking, for a Guardian, and under-dressed to be all the way out here on the edge of their territory. She spares a look for his odd little drone buddy, too. "Why, did you hit your head that hard or... did you actually come through that thing?"

She gestures behind him and up, around at the fallen arch. It looks like it was roughly circular. There's a flicker of blue light beside her: a palm-sized bot flits past her shoulder, into the gap to take a peek at Cal himself, silver points spinning as he circles the young man and then drops down to scan BD.

excellent 8D

[unapprovedtrash]

"Mars. Right of course," He nods and wracks his brain. He's still a touch disoriented but he's pretty sure he's never heard of that. But there's probably thousands of planets on the Outer Rim alone he's never heard of, "Doesn't ring any bells though."

He glances over his shoulder at the arch and frowns, trying to work things out. BD meanwhile beeps in a tone that quite frankly sounds offended. Why is he just getting scanned without permission like this?! Granted he scans everything without permission himself, but this is different. In retaliation (and also because he IS curious too) he scans the little bot right back.

"I'm... not sure. It does look familiar. I was on Dathormir literally ten minutes ago. Trying to find this uh... thing!" which is admittable vague and lame sounding but he figures he probably shouldn't spill all his details right off the bat, "I think I ran into some kind of old Nightsister spell..."

Though he's far from an expert on Nightsister magics he's pretty sure they couldn't just... pop him elsewhere.

Michael Locksley | Werewolf Alpha OC

[furman]

[Urban fantasy werewolf Alpha.]

[mynameisjake]

Seems like wherever Jake goes, there's always someone or something trying to hunt him. At least he's not alone this time and he's got a strong experienced ally to watch his back. Maybe he ought to be bothered by said ally being a werewolf or his dominating personality, but the truth is, Jake never asked to be a leader. He's happy to let someone else call the shots for a change.

"Do you recognize the scent?" Jake asks the older man. They're not sure yet if the strip of red cloth belonged to their abductor or someone else unlucky enough to get tossed here, but either way it'll be one clue more than they had a few minutes ago.

[furman]

Michael's fury was brewing just under the surface. He was not pleased with the circumstances at all. Wolves weren't meant to be locked up. Especially not against their will. These abductors were either fools or dangerous foes. He couldn't tell which yet.

Sure, he wasn't alone in this mess. But Jake wouldn't have been his first choice. He was still not sure what to make of the boy. He could tell that this wasn't his first time in a cell. Which was something good. It would be worse to deal with a panicked human than an experienced shapeshifter or what he had called himself.

Peering at the other, he strolled on over. He gave Jake a look before taking a sniff. It was awkward to do this in front of a non-wolf. The scent wasn't familiar. But it had a sharp tone to it. Like disinfectant. "No, I don't," he answered as he arched back. "Smells like hospital though. Maybe a doctor?"

[mynameisjake]

Jake's prior experience with being in a cell is the only reason why he isn't simmering too. Whoever is holding him and Michael captive, he at least knows that they're not Yeerks. Yeerks wouldn't bother with anything this elaborate, they'd just march their prisoners down to the nearest Yeerk Pool and infest them. So whoever this is, they're not Yeerks.

Knowing that gives him a measure of calm, at least enough to balance out the vulnerability he feels at not being able to shapeshift. And yeah, given the choice he'd rather have Marco or Ax here right now, but he'll make do with the ally he's got. If he could just morph, though, he'd feel a lot better about their chances.

Frowning at the lack of a solid lead, he sits back and tries to think of anyone he knows that would fit that description. Well, a doctor would sure explain why he's unable to morph. Must've shot him up with something. "Wish I could say that sounds like anyone I know, but it doesn't," he admits, keeping his gaze level and not flinching away from that searching look Michael gives him. "All right, so... Where do we go from here?"