MAY'S TEST DRIVE

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THE TEST DRIVE MEME

• Got a character you're thinking of reserving/apping next round? PUT THEM HERE! • Threads here can count as your log sample! • Comment with your character's name and canon! • This is open to everyone! Also, test drivers can tag other test drivers. :) • You're never late! This doesn't "close" until next month's opens. • Make up your own scenario or have them walk into all the doors or leave it blank for others to do it for you! Reserves are here, and are open from April 27th at 12:01AM CST to May 3rd at 11:59PM CST. Application information (including the list of pending apps) is here, and they are open from May 4th at 12:01AM CST to May 10th at 11:59PM CST. OPTIONAL SCENARIO: After your character receives his or her bracelet and the run-down from the faceless maids in the castle, they walk out into the city to find themselves in the middle of a festival that seems to run along the main road in the city. There are booths set up for face painting, for typical carnival skill games, and pockets of entertainment. It seems to be a spring celebration, and though the adults seem a little weary, native children run along the streets playing pick-up games of ball and capture the flag, paying no mind to whatever new Traveler they may run headlong into. Head toward your god house, stop off for a snack at a food stand, or let some of the Natives pull you aside to braid flowers around your wrist. You're in the city of Asgard now: you may as well get acquainted. Make sure to have fun, and as always, feel free to hit the mods or players up with any questions you might have! ♥

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Tomoyo Daidouji | Cardcaptor Sakura | Freyr

[allthecosplay]

[ A spring festival, you say? Normally Tomoyo would be all over that, complete with impossibly cute outfit preferably with Sakura in tow, but at the moment she's still feeling a little dazed by the spectacle of the unfamiliar place. Catching the bright sound of giggles coming up from behind, she turns too late to avoid getting jostled by a small crowd of other children, shoving her backwards into another person.

Oh no oh no oh- ]

Oh! Please forgive me!

[saving_sound]

Oh-- no, I'm sorry!

[Hibiki's been having similar troubles. It's so crowded, it's hard not to bump into anyone by mistake.

And that goes doubly so when one is so small to begin with.]

Are you okay?

Yoshiyuki Taira | BECK | Freyr

[noshirtneeded]

[Wandering around this festival is at least welcome after the weirdness of the welcome here. He has his guitar case over his shoulder as well, another thing to be a sort of comfort to him while he's stuck in Asgard. If nothing else, these can serve as distractions for him as he wanders around trying to understand why he's really here. He's just someone who wants to be in the greatest rock band. Why he'd be here is beyond him.

Stopping in front of one of the music players, he watches them. This is really just insane. A dream maybe. Well, he's had weirder dreams.

Someone bumps into his arm and he looks over to see who it is.]

[underlord]

[The teenager who just bounced off his elbow stares right back at him, surprised but apparently unwilling to move out of the way.]

Sorry. I didn't see you.

[Kazuya isn't annoyed, though, and soon looks back towards the street performers with a small smile.] ...It isn't what I was expecting.

[Can he even hear the music through those striking white headphones he's wearing? It's a mystery for the ages.]

Felix Dawkins | Orphan Black

[felixtheprat]

[ Well, wasn't this a new and surprising little piece of hell. Felix frowns as he surveys the street, touching his fingertips to his temple and doing his very, very best to suss out this situation. Hair and shirt both rumpled, he looks more like he's freshly woken from a quick nap on the couch instead of newly arrived to the city. Most of the time, he can be found wandering aimlessly, a vague expression of utter incredulity still on his face; other times, he'll actually wave down whoever he spots wearing a bracelet, before ducking closer to them and whispering: ]

This isn't real, is it? There's no way.

omg hi

[gluegun]

( she's a little bit across the way when she sees him, and for a moment it doesn't even register-- asgard and felix are two very desperate concepts, and her brain doesn't want to register them both at once. but she blinks, and there he is.

she doesn't so much run across the street as march, very purposefully. she reaches him in a matter of moments, puts up a hand as though to grab him by the arm but then thinks better of it. )

Felix? ( there's definitely a too-high note to her voice, there. )

Kazuya Minegishi (Protagonist) | Shin Megami Tensei: Devil Survivor

[underlord]

[At least three things may hit you about the lanky young man in the black sweater calmly approaching you in the street. The first is the smell: not overwhelming, but musky enough to suggest a fair few sweaty days without any chance to shower. Then again, since he's clearly a teenager with modern-looking clothes, that may or may not be much of a surprise.

The second is the antenna-like monstrosity clinging snugly to the top of his head - probably headphones, judging by the cord dangling from them. If they don't hit you, they might poke your eye out. It's not clear where his music player is.

The third is the small wooden phone strap that, without any preamble whatsoever, he's now all but shoving in your face.]

You know where this "Baldr" is?

[There's no flicker of a clue in his almost offensively neutral expression, either.]

[nyah_a_gogo]

[The girl answering your question just happens to be catgirl with fluffy blond hair and a excited expression on her face for no particular reason. Wearing a rather plain looking dress, she is a rather odd sight even in a place like Asgard.]

Nope! But I could help you look!

cora hale | teen wolf

[impetere]

[Cora's been a wolf long enough to know how a lunar eclipse works. In fact, given that she was just currently in one, she's well aware of how human and helpless she feels right now. It's actually not all that new from what she was feeling less that five minutes ago only there are a few distinct differences.

The most important one being that the sun is shining.

And she has no idea where she is.

And her nose is just about useless with regards to trying to sort out that particular fact.

And she feels like a weak, pathetic excuse for a werewolf so you can probably understand that she is really, really annoyed right now, and while that may be standard operating procedure for a Hale, usually she could punch something and feel better. Now she's actually afraid of breaking her hand.

She's annoyed, she's not stupid.

So basically, to sum up: Asgard is now +1 annoyed, glaring former Hale werewolf who would really like to know what the hell is going on ASAP (don't get her started on all that bracelet crap or whatever she was told by the welcome house, she doesn't trust that for a second) who is now wandering through the carnival, trying not to draw too much attention to herself.

Feel free to bother her anyway.]

ahhhhhhhhh hello

[calloused]

[Derek's been in Asgard long enough to have some kind of handle on the city, but maybe not long enough to be of any real, concrete use to Cora. He can't tell her why she's here, at least not in any greater detail than the maid already would have. He can't give her any advice on how to deal with being human, because he's still struggling with the power loss, too. He can't do much for her at all.

But that doesn't stop him from almost having a heart attack when he sees her from across the street.

One of the native children had begged Derek to get his face painted at one of the carnival stands, and as much as it irritated him, he couldn't say no to a kid. The stall runner painted him to look like a dog, which was kind of a terrible joke, and he was wiping his face clean with the hem of his shirt when he saw Cora from the corner of his eye. That's when he sprinted over, half his face still slathered in grey paint and drawn on whiskers. At the very least, maybe the sight of Cora's brother looking like this would be enough to cheer her up a bit.]

What are you doing here?

[It's a terrible question and an even more terrible introduction, but, hey, that's Derek. His gut is in knots, despite his appearance. He hadn't expected he would ever see Cora again - but here she was, standing in front of him, looking as surly and exasperated as he had when he first arrived.]

You're here. Why are you here?

Tina Cohen-Chang | Glee

[humanprop]

[ So this was definitely not what Tina was expecting from her day. Seeing Rachel off to New York, a nice date with Mike afterwards- no kidnapping needed, thank you. And if this really is a war, then why is there some sort of celebration? It's all really strange. She'd probably be crying at something like this, but she's just too weirded out.

So when some Natives grab her and start braiding flowers around her wrist, she's at first too startled to say anything. Not anymore, though her old shyness seems to be returning due to her kidnapping. ] Um, could you please stop that? Don't really need any accessories right now...

[whitechocolate]

[ It was probably a mistake letting the natives surprise him by painting whatever they wanted on his face. They end up painting a fish on his cheek which is pretty fitting for him. He could be annoyed about it since it seems like a dig at his fish lips but he wants to be a good sport about it so he proudly keeps it on his face instead of cleaning it off.

Making his way through the festival, Sam isn't expecting to bump into anyone from home, most of all Tina. ]

Oh my god - Tina! Hey!

Catreece | Reality Check [1995 comic]

[nyah_a_gogo]

A
[Having been drawn into another world far from her beloved owner, and provider of food and cat toys, normally would have been enough for Catreece to spend the entire day sitting in the corner sulking and batting depressingly at a ball of string.

But the excitement of the carnival around her was simply to infectious for her to stay depressed for very long. It would be a common sight on that particular day to see the blond-haired catgirl dashing about, trying every game she could, playing with small children, and eating far more food then one would expect a girl her size to be able to handle.]

B
[Having worn herself out with a day filled with over indulgence and excess, Catreece had yet found time to find her way to her assigned god house. To full, and lazy, to move, the catgirl can be found sitting and complaining to herself about the difficulties of not having everything handed to her on silver platter.]

Someone help me!

b

[ahmynstruth]

[Truth has been here long enough to not be surprised by Catreece's appearance, or to envy her that she retains anything of her feline identity, while the jaguar herself has been forced into a human shape. There is no wonder nor envy in her expression as she looks at the catgirl. Only benign scorn.]

And why should they, little bug catcher?

lagertha lothbrok { vikings }

[skjaldmaerin]

[ lagertha still isn't sure what she should be making of this land. the buildings themselves are things she's not sure she's ever seen before, even during her raids to england, or to the east. the way that the people seem to move, and hold themselves, and speak to each other all seems a bit off, and it's that sense of discomfort that has her on edge.

there had been a woman, or something close, who had given her a god house. bestowed on her the name of a power, some kind of strength given to her from the gods. having that much in common has at least enabled lagertha to continue out into the rest of the...what did they call this? a city? but it hasn't eased her too much. she still has that itch right under her skin, needing a sword back at her side, something to carry with her. she needs to find her men, find bjorn and ragnar, find anyone she could potentially trust to find her a sword, the path to the ocean, a boat.

after a bit of time, though, she finds herself drawn to the sounds of a festival. the revelries and excitement carried through the wind. when a small native girl reaches up to grab her arm, lagertha finds herself smiling a bit, leaning down and letting the girl place the crown of flowers over her head. ]

[ahmynstruth]

[Truth herself is not near so patient. She hates being in public, walking with these ungainly limbs, clumsy where once she had been the picture of feline grace. It stings her pride, which is still terribly feline. More than anything else, though, she hates not having her ability. It's absolutely terrifying, making decisions without being able to see the possible outcomes. It's almost worse than madness.

So when a little girl grabs her to put a flower crown on her head, Truth reacts the way any angry frightened wild cat would do — she slashes at the girl, hand curved as though it has claws.]

Luna Lovegood | HP

[protuberant]

[Luna has always found solace in nature. At first the people tying flowers around her wrist made her wary, something she would have never shied away from before. But they seem kind and thankful for her just being there, so despite her dirty and torn dress, she's actually smiling and touching the flowers gently. They're pretty, and they make her think of her garden back home, a little quieted by the thought.

Maybe she should be reacting more to the news of the war here, her magic gone, and these gods, but she's just taking time to enjoy the flowers that the natives are giving out.]

[dragonspeak]

[The dirty, torn dress catches his attention first. Having already spoken to a few lost-looking newcomers, Merlin guesses that the gods must have just brought in a batch of Travellers.

Though, with the calm way she's reacting to the surroundings, Merlin isn't 100% sure if Luna is new or not. It's a toss up.]

You ought to take some of mine. [When he finally decides to approach her, he's already sporting a few flower bracelets and even a flower crown.] They look better on you.

Setzer Gabbiani | Final Fantasy VI

[gamblinghigh]

[Even considering the fact that he's seen a lot of things that he might have once considered surprising ever since first agreeing to sign on with the Returners, a whole other world is a little more than he might have expected. But he's not about to ignore the fact that he seems to have landed right in the middle of a festival. Especially when it's that or let himself dwell on the fact that he seems to once again be without his customary method of transport.

(Although he can't entirely blame the gods - and that is a rather uncomfortable kind of thought to have - for not bringing her. Especially when the Returners might well have need of her in the near future.)

So enjoying the festival it is, and if the braid of flowers around his wrist looks a little odd against the blacks and golds of his coat he doesn't seem to mind.]

Quite the party, isn't it?

[averagemedium]

If there's one thing the city does well, it's celebrate things.

[Ryan offers the stranger a small grin, nodding to him. He's mostly just been out investigating, and there are haphazardly-placed flowers peeking out of his messy blond ponytail-- in their decorators' defense, it's kind of hard to properly flower up a nearly six-and-a-half foot guy.]

And if there's another, it's bouncing back- but I guess that comes with practice, yeah? God knows Asgard gets enough of that, with everything it's had to weather.

The Cheshire Cat (Chessur) | Alice in Wonderland (2010 version)

[madvaporskillz]

[Amidst all the hustle and bustle of the crowds, a cat might easily be missed. Especially a cat that has been finding - much to his dismay - that he can neither float nor disappear, as would be customary. Instead, he's taken a seat on a nearby bench and only the odd coloring to his fur (who would ever expect a cat to have fur in quite that shade of blue) and the cat-sized bracelet mark him out as being maybe a little more than your average cat.

On the other hand, given that a variety of small objects that aren't otherwise nailed down or being held onto seem to be casually floating away from where they might have belonged, well... it's not to hard to guess that someone's playing with telekinesis a little.]

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

[madcuriosity]

[She would recognize him anywhere, his grin was something she often imitated if not dreamt about. So when she saw him, she was quick to call out to him.]

Cheshire cat! [He seemed fluffier than she remembered him, and blue too, but honestly, how can anyone but the Cheshire Cat have such a grin? She was quick to kneel down in front of him.]

Cheshire Puss! Oh I'm so glad to see you!

Mordred | Fate/apocrypha

[hiddeninfidelity]

For a moment, as Mordred beheld the bright sun and jovial atmosphere of this strange new world, almost belived she had finally arrived in blessed Avalon, where the souls of heroes who had fought for king and country would finally lay down their arms and rest their weary heads.

But, truly, the son of the King of Knights knew better then to think such foolish things. For one with past such as hers, so stained of blood and treachery, would never be allowed into those hollowed halls. This was some other trick, a summons like that she had received from her master upon his entry into the Holy Grail War. But it was no surprise they had called her, the blond haired thought, she was the son of the greatest of all of mankind's mythic heroes, and who better to fight a war then one who had lived through such strife and turmoil in the past?

But still, she didn't like it, her stake in this particular war was nil. There was no wish to be had and no figures of legend of which to test her skill against. She been told was that she would be here to bring color to this world?

Bah, what a silly cause! Who cared about such things! These so-called gods could fight their own battles and die upon their own swords for all she cared.

But there was little she could do, stripped of her armor, sword, and even the meaning the Grail War and her master had given her, the Knight of Treachery amounted to little more then yet another young child wandering aimlessly amongst the crowds partaking in festival games and feasting upon cheap food.

It was enough to make Mordred fume with rage everywhere she went, pushing aside common folk, or really anyone unlucky enough to get in her way, in an effort to find some place to sit and shake off all of ill feelings swirling in her head.

"Begone!" The small girl yelled to those in her way. "I am in no mood to deal with such foolishness!"

[dragonspeak]

Merlin understood the confusion and rage that would make Travellers snap at those in their way when they arrived, he really did. Getting pulled from your home to some strange land and being told to fight a battle that wasn't yours would put anyone in a bad mood.

Still, the way Mordred raised her voice at innocent bystanders made him wince. Perhaps it was the festive atmosphere that made the outburst seem even worse than it usually would. Whatever the reason, Merlin felt the need to intervene.

"Perhaps they'd move out of the way more quickly if you asked politely," he said with forced calm, careful not to sound accusing. He had a feeling that would only make things worse.

The Fifth Doctor | Doctor Who | Errywhere

[kettleandstring]

Oh!

[ A festival isn't ... really what he expected when he exited the castle. Not that he's complaining, but something more worrying would not have been strange. ]

This is a pleasant surprise.

[ Of course he notices there's something weary in most people, but the children seem happy, and so the Doctor wanders on with a smile on his face as he takes a look at all the stalls. He gets his hands on some unfamiliar food that's native to the city, gets dragged into having his face painted so you may find him with a butterfly on his cheek, and flowers around his wrist, above the bracelet.

This is all rather brilliant, isn't it? Even if a part of him is waiting for that other shoe to drop.

After a time, he wanders over to someone and taps their shoulder. ]

Hi, hello, excuse me. You don't happen to know where I might be able to get my hands on a stick of celery?

[ It's about time to switch to a new one. ]

[becauseichooseto]

[Irving turns around to look at him.] Curious craving, Doctor.

[Yes, let's ignore that you've got YET ANOTHER BROTHER, Irving.]

Robin Hood | Once Upon a Time

[alionsheart]

[ The strangest thing, perhaps, is that this would be such a normal day if he were anywhere else. Well, it would have been a normal day in the Enchanted Forest, before the dark curse was cast. Certainly, festivals like this were rare, as most villages couldn't afford such extravagance, yet it wouldn't have been out of the ordinary to happen upon, depending on the kingdom. For a moment, he almost wishes he could enjoy it and forget that he's been taken far away from his son, his men, the only life he's known; and given that they've just been dropped off in Storybrooke as the product of some curse, Robin's even more unsettled with the idea of being away from everyone.

What if some malign magical creature has done this to hurt his son?

Perhaps an irrational thought, as he's not sure what he could have done to anger the one who cast such a curse, and certainly his son hasn't done anything, he's just an innocent child. Yet since he has no recollection of the past year prior to being taken to a new realm, anything's possible, he reasons.

Which is what makes this all so unsettling. The letter he received certainly could be truthful, and he's been brought here because the gods deem it so. He can't help his distrust right now, given what he's recently been through, but if it really is as simple as what the letter disclosed, maybe he'll be able to leave quickly.

He doubts he'll be that fortunate.

It's some small measure of comfort that so far, no one around him appears to be in any sort of distress, and he knows the only way to trust the guidance he's been given - or prove to himself that nothing about this place is as good as it seems - is to investigate. He's always been a man of action, and so he starts heading towards one of the food vendors; at least he can do something practical and satiate his current hunger. He can think better on a full stomach, though it's hard to contemplate eating while the worry for Roland is ever present. ]

I do hope that letter is to be believed...

[sufferably]

( it really is like clockwork, mccoy observes as he edges his way through the city, trying not to make too much eyecontact. the last thing he needs is to be roped into another round of "helping the arrivals," and yet he happens to be walking past, and upon hearing robin's comment, he snorts. )

Well, it wasn't a lie, exactly.

Riku | Kingdom Hearts

[darkfall]

[Getting stranded in a single world isn't a concept Riku has considered in a while, and yet that's exactly what happened. Or at least that's what he's been told. He's a little too skeptical to believe it right off the bat (a bat he is sadly lacking) but, rather than panic, he crosses his arms outside the castle gates. He pauses, before he holds his hand out in front of him like he expects something to materalize in it.

Nothing happens.]

...Huh. It's true. I can't wield the Keyblade here.

[He touches a hand to his chin, thoughtful and troubled. And also musing aloud to himself, because that's a thing that happens a lot.]

Is this part of the test?

[Later, once the bracelet has treated him to the Full Loki Experience, he wanders the festival and occasionally peruses the map to get his bearings. Hmm. He occasionally stops people at random.]

Hey. You been here long?

[madcuriosity]

[Alice turned to look at Riku properly and then offered him a smile.]

Yes, several months now, in fact! You must be new to Asgard.

Bill Compton | True Blood

[sookeh]

[ Spontaneously finding himself in such a bizarre and peculiar situation was somewhat alarming. Stunning, even. Bill felt surprisingly subdued and was mute while the unusual "maid" provided him with the rundown of his situation. Truth be told though, he wasn't even paying that much attention. Perhaps it was due to the face that after over 150 years of immortality, he'd entirely forgotten what it felt like to be human. To have a beating heart, a pulse. To feel cold again. To not have the constant urge and desire to feed.

He probably should have paid attention, granted it would have saved him the trouble of being utterly confused when she was finished. Somewhat in a daze he took a moment to gawk down at the strange bracelet he had been provided with then back up, to the door that he was apparently meant to walk out of.

Sunlight. He could see sunlight seeping out from under it. While it was more than clear that he was no longer vampire, there was still the instinctive lingering fear that were he to leave this establishment, he would undoubtedly experience the True Death. That was not a comforting thought.

After some time, he gathered that he'd eventually be forced to vacate the premises eventually and therefore had to force himself to walk out. First one step, then another. Slow, cautious and unsure. Finally, he placed his hand on the door handle and pulled, wincing as he did so.

The light was practically blinding but where he once believed he may have felt pain, he now only felt a somewhat comforting warmth.

How long had it been since he'd stepped out into the sunlight? Bill actually didn't even notice the ongoing carnival taking place outside at first. He was too busy slowly walking through the streets, gawking up at the sun, relishing in its mere existence. Anyone watching would probably assume he was some kind of brain damaged crazy person but he wasn't exactly paying attention to his surroundings. So.

Eventually, he does stop. He's observing his surroundings now, curiously.

This is most certainly not Bon Temps. In fact, the architecture is more comparable to what he recalls from the brief time he spent in Europe. Peculiar indeed. The locals seem to be enjoying some festivities and merriment, oblivious to how he quit obviously doesn't fit in here.

It's then that Bill notices a blinking message on bracelet. He peers down curiously again, scrolling through it, only to discover the odd somewhat silly scribble of a guide. Bill's eyes narrow. ]

This appears to be the work of a young child...

[ A very astute observation from Mister Compton here as he idly talks to himself. ]

Surely I am not meant to give this so-called guide any kind of merit.

[ In which case. What the hell is he doing here again? ]


((ooc note: YES this is oreo just using a journal because I'm taking him from earlier in canon.))

[brainsqueeze]

Considering who wrote it I wouldn't quickly pass it off.

[ Whilst the Loki that she'd met before, had faced off against was apparently not the same Loki as the one of this Asgard, and the one that had written the guide, it didn't make her sit any easier. Loki had his own reputation, and after one bad experience she wasn't going to let her guard down on this one

She wasn't meaning to intrude, Maria was just in the near vicinity but when she'd heard the question she couldn't help but hope to provide a little insight. This was Asgard, an Asgard, and a Loki. Hopefully experience would help ]

isobel flemming ♚ the vampire diaries

[selfishing]

[ immolation should not be a memory one retains after the fact. because, in that scenario one dies. klaus wins. with the exception of a few personal pit stops, everything isobel had done in the past few days had been klaus' bidding. that's the thing about compulsion. even if you're fully aware that you've been compelled, you can't do anything about it. you betray your best friend. your life is not your own. until it is. until your daughter is driven to your grave. you're not in it because nobody found a body. that's yours. that's isobel. the irony is she abused compulsion. so why wouldn't she go out with a bang?

if she thought finally being honest (in more ways than one; helping alaric finally move on, speaking to elena, admitting how much of a failure she was as a mother) was surreal, the street fair she's found herself in may take the cake. isobel is a woman of deliberate choices and dead loose ends. and yet here she is, plus one new, simple bracelet without everything she'd taken years to abuse. a decision that wasn't hers to make.

and she's human.

if that's not enough, her loss of power has been replaced with something else. another power.

a native child passes by and hands her free cotton candy ] Thank you. [ she speaks listlessly. it's not a word she uses often, and it's never a word she means. she's not sure she still buys any of this. she hasn't been human for some time. it's thrown her off. sounds in all directions distract her. this is the first thing she's been given today because she hasn't been able to make anyone give her anything. every time she stops, she sees something else, experiences something else. her right wrist is grabbed. her immediate instinct is to react unfavorably. but she has no strength, no speed. it's a kind-looking woman tugging her toward a flower stand.

perhaps it's how disoriented she feels, but she allows this woman to fashion flowers around her wrist. the conversation helps. she learns this is a festival. she learns where she is. she also learns which way her house is. which means it's time for her to meander towards house loki (or baldr, still deciding). the walk enough is taxing, not being prepared for any of this? unacceptable. ]

[runningstart]

[Wally was just minding his own business, eating as much festival food as possible, taking more to snack on later, letting little kids tie flowers all over his arms and legs because he's not a big enough jerk to say no even if they're not his style, but then-

Babe alert.

Wally casually strolls over, notices that he's covered in flowers and frantically removes them before smoothing back his hair (unsuccessfully), checking his teeth in a nearby silver plate display (yes awesome no food) and grabbing a single red rose from a bouquet stand. He ignores the annoyed sounds coming from the florist and heads over in Isobel's direction.]

You look lost, babe. I bet I could help you find your way.

[he couldn't. he doesn't even know where he is. and he honestly is hitting on you, isobel, he's barely sixteen and thinks he has a chance it's almost precious]

Alan Welcome || OC.

[alankazam]

[ He gave up on having any clue what was going on nearly an hour ago. The faces around him are tired, but friendly -- it's not as though he couldn't ask -- but that's a complicated mess of charades, and the day's been odd enough as stands.

Odd's alright, he's used to odd. It's still a damn sight of work for someone who'd been planning on a lazy day off.

Easier to just stand back and take it all in. The festival's small, but it still teems with colour, vibrancy, and life; Alan's always found the easiest way to deal with life is to put some distance between it.

The camera's an older thing, all swinging hinge and flash of film. Clunky, full of glass and dust, an indelicate shield between himself and the strangeness of the day. He raises it to a cold blue eye, turns, and points --

-- Click. Light bursts and fades in afterimage. Did that guy just take your picture? ]

[runningstart]

[Wally almost drops his carton of...something, he's not sure what it is but the sauce on it is AWESOME- when someone takes his picture. He has to stop for a second and check that he's not in uniform (costume, whatever) before shoving another forkful of this vegetable and beef stir fry thing into his mouth.

He eyeballs the guy with the camera. Maybe he was trying to get the stand behind Wally?]

Uh, am I in your way?

Beatrice Smith || OC.

[dissolving]

[ She's standing stark in the middle of the street, the bustle and shine of alien life pushing and shoving at her shoulders; a long, greasy pizza box clutched stubbornly out before her in white-knuckled grip. As though by the combined power of anchovy supreme no onion and double crazy bread she might yet remain anchored to the sane, waking world.

Behind her heavy-framed glasses, she stares with all the blank frozen expression of a deer in the headlights, fixed with only the faintest dawning judgment on the front of an oncoming mini-van -- ready to splatter and terrify the family of four inside.

She's gotten an explanation, sure. You know who else gets explanations? People in those nice white jackets with the straps that go up the back so they can't move. She's seen the horror shows, fuck, Melissa loves them. ]

This is so messed up.

[ She announces to herself, in breathy squeak. Flipping open the box, she stares inside over the mounds of cheese and topping. Still warm. Want some pizza? ]

[runningstart]

[Hell yes, if she's offering.

Wally is on his third bag of caramelized...something, kind of like a cross between puffed cereal and popcorn. Whatever it is, it's amazing, and it almost occupies enough of his attention to distract him from the hot lady with the beautiful pizza standing right in the middle of festival traffic and eating right out of the box.

That's awkward.

Wally does that rubbernecking thing that drivers do when they pass a highway pileup and doubles back around to get a better look. Yup, she's cute. But traumatized. Probably too old for him, but when's that ever been an obstacle? He heads over and just stands next to her, staring into the middle distance and crunching on his caramel...popcorn, he's just gonna call it that.

This is kind of nice. A moment to contemplate how utterly fucked he is right now. And he even has food, that's a plus.]

Sansa Stark | ASoIaF

[snowcastle]

[In learning a hard lesson like don't trust anyone, it's already becoming largely unclear what she can and cannot rely on. There are constants she had come to learn: only tragedy happens in King's Landing, stations and titles have little-to-no bearing on character, and that Winter is not coming.

It's already here.

Not in a literal sense, here nor back "home", but she's seen the end of so many things: lives, futures, reigns, security, that it's difficult to see the metaphoric spring afterward.

She doesn't for a moment assume she's found it here: this sudden, odd introduction to a city she's never heard of from a figure she couldn't have dreamt up herself is far beyond the scope of any tale she's ever heard. The explanation is met with a few overwhelmed nods and notes of "understanding," and as soon as she's outside, she freezes.

If this truly isn't "home" (and how could it be?), did the rules of her hiding in secrecy still apply? The false name, the (fading) false hair color: is she Alayne or Sansa here? Does that only apply in the Vale? Is it foolish to ask for directions or worse to play it by ear? Westerosi social customs are strict, sometimes confusing things that she's learned to make look more natural than perhaps they should even seem, but among a different people (nation? realm?), Sansa feels immediately out of her depth.

She decides to quietly learn as she goes, using names as little as possible when she can get away with it. A map and some clear directions seems the best place to start.

Or may, at least, have seemed that way before getting sidetracked by the street festival. Any question she tries to ask is laughed or waved off in favor of flowers being weaved into her hair, and--are those lemon cakes?]

[needsnoheadsman]

[Robb gets caught up in the street festival from the moment he steps out of his Welcome Hall with Grey Wind following behind as always. He's almost grateful, in fact, for Grey Wind suddenly breaking away and sprinting down the street, as it gives him an excuse to run after him. At the same time, though, his heart is beating fast with trepidation--it's around that time when people start coming in, and he doesn't know who he'll see just around the corner, or what they'll remember.

He finds a crowd of people, and for a second he wonders if Grey Wind had just caught the scent of some rabbit, but then he notices Sansa, with Grey Wind at her feet. For a moment, there's a lump in Robb's throat, blocking off any words he wants to say. He would know his sister, he'd recognize her anywhere, even with her Tully fire smothered.]

Sansa? [He looks--absurd, to say the least. There's a flower crown sitting on his curls that he hasn't found the time to get rid of just yet, and he's taken to wearing plain grey shirts and blue jeans, but there's a sword hanging from his hip. He makes, he thinks, for quite a sight, but right now he doesn't care.] My gods, Sansa, is that you?

Undertaker | Kuroshitsuji

[beautyindeath]

Undertaker had arrived in the city early that morning, and had listened to the rather interesting explanation. It was exciting, something different, something new that perhaps would answer a little more and abait a bit of his curiosity. Though it was a shame that he would have to pause his experiments for the time being seeing as how his powers as a shinigami had been revoked.

That didn't matter for now though as he took up a position sitting in the shadows watching the festival and the children as they through the streets. For now he'll just watch and get to know the darker side of this world from where he was, peacefully snacking on something sweet in the shade. Though the rather long black robe likely cause him to stick out among the festivities.

[wandering_hunter]

Another world, and one that seemed to be rather knowledgeable about the others and traveling between them from the explanation that Fuuma had been given. He had been to a lot of them, and it seemed that this one was one of the ones that had a mixture of technology and magic. Though he had certainly seen far more advanced of both, it was interesting to see how it worked in this world.

He had been playing with the little jewel of the bracelet. It was actually rather similar to something he would have expected to receive from Yuuko; and honestly it wasn't that different from what he had been given.

Walking along he seems rather blissfully happy, holding up a hand as he approached anyone with a simple greeting. "Hi."

delsin rowe. infamous: second son

[smoketastic]

[ okay, right. no smoke powers? no neon either? what the hell was he expected to do here then, if he couldn't actually do any of the incredibly awesome conduit things from home? don't even get him started on the lousy excuse of a bracelet, standing out more like a sore thumb against the black ink of his tattoo.

no, no, better question. skipping all that intro nonsense bit that he only half listened to, why was he here. he had to take care a lot of crap back home. this new city, or whatever? that was secondary to his family; to the mess he made back home; to the conduits cause, too.

so what the hell?

he wanders along the street, alive with some festival celebrating who knows what. noise is coming from all direction and he's actually mildly uncomfortable, stripped of powers that were growing more and more habitual.

he's distracted too, turning as he walks to better look around, which is the reason for the squawk of a noise he makes when some native pulls at his wrist, nimbly weaves flowers next to that bracelet and albeit chassés away that only tints his tone with sarcasm. ] What - that's, oh. Okay. Nice meeting you, too!

[ he watches their retreat with another shuffle of a step before turning back to walk along the street, only to end up bumping nearly headlong into someone else. ] Oh - my bad.

[variates]

Shit — [ maybe it's the spirit of the festival lightening her mood, or maybe it's just the fact that the streets are packed with natives and travellers alike and bumping into someone might be an inevitability at this point, but whatever the case, sarah merely shrugs it off when he bumps into her. her wrists are adorned in equally flowery bracelets, but she seems more of an amused by-stander than an actual participant in the fair. ]

— yeah, it happens. You alright there?

The Firekeeper Saga: Truth

[ahmynstruth]

[Truth stumbles through the streets, trying to get used to this strange human body these sorcerers have given her. Trying to get used to interacting with the world without her gift. Everything is different — the colors are too bright, the sounds are all strangely muted, and she can hardly smell anything. It's terrifying, and she deals with that terror by turning it into anger.

She will find whoever brought her here and gave her this form. She will find this person, and she will rip out his throat with these blunt human teeth, and she will drink his blood and return to her proper form.]

[tonsofpun]

[Shhhheee looks a little out of it. Sick, maybe, like she's drunk, or- something.

Too angry to be drunk. Or maybe an angry drunk. Still, Ellie starts to get a sense of trouble, and begins tailing the woman at a distance. A young teenager might not be much to look at, but a teenager with a bow across her back, smelling of horse and gunpower, and all too often watching her? Might stick out.

Ellie is not subtle at being a private eye. At one point she notices the woman look at her, quickly looks at the sky.

She'd attempt to whistle if she could reliably produce a tune. Maybe she can play it off.]

[brainsqueeze]

[ This wasn't what Maria had ever expected Asgard to be like, although it was difficult to get an accurate representation of a place that you would never visit. A carnival and celebration... after the news that Maria had just been given it seemed a little out of place. A world in war and Loki had asked her here, or was the reason why she was here. Loki. If it had been Thor things would have been a different story - Thor was a friend, but not Loki, and after New York? Maria didn't have any particular inclination to wish to help him.

It didn't stop her from moving about the city though, with her starting point being this carnival. If this really was Asgard then Thor would be here, and maybe she'd be able to get a few better answers from him. If she could find him, that was... there were a lot of people. Hopefully this particular god would be easy to pick out ]

[snowstormed]

[He hadn't really planned on being pulled into a carnival. In fact, he'd planned on just staying inside, but the need to case this place (to remember) had won out, so he'd ventured out in a hoodie and a cap, meaning to stay on the sidelines and just watch. At least, that was the plan, but there's this saying about even the best-laid plans going awry sometimes. Right now, he's pulling away from a native trying to drop a wreath of flowers on his head, and there's already a tiny, sloppily-made flower bracelet around his real wrist.

If Maria's watching, she might catch a glint of light of metal, as his metal hand slips from his pocket just enough to expose a sliver of gleaming silver. Bucky himself is mostly kind of preoccupied dodging natives to notice her, anyway.]