asgard genesis, test drive meme #7

[asgardmods]

TEST DRIVE MEME ❧ basic info. Anyone can post to the test drive meme, including duplicates! Please put your character name and canon in the title of your comment. All threads are considered open to everyone! Tag around and make some friends (or enemies)! If you decide to apply to the game, you can use your TDM threads for your app samples! You only need to provide seven comments if you use TDM samples. You can't really be late to a TDM! This will be considered open until the new one is posted. You can make up your own scenario, interact with one of the locations in the game, use the welcome process of your character waking up or selecting a god house, or use our optional prompts below! You do not need to pick a god house to play on the TDM! You can have your character still in the process of discussing/deciding/despairing instead. Note, however, that characters aren't allowed to leave the palace unless they've chosen a god! It's for their own safety... and anatomical integrity. If you are accepted to the game, you can keep TDM threads as game canon as long as you fudge some of the details depending on your original thread. Optional events this month can be considered game canon as well! We've specifically structured these prompts to fit in with the IC timeline of Asgard itself. Casts currently at/approaching the 8 character limit are: Devil May Cry: 5/8 Reserves open on April 17th at 12:01AM EST and close on April 23rd at 11:59PM EST. Applications open on April 24th at 12:01AM EST and close on April 30th at 11:59PM EST. Please always feel free to contact the mods if you have any questions! Have fun, dear (future?) Wanderers. ♥ ❧ THE ARRIVAL. ( You're welcome to use a character's arrival as a prompt! Some general information about the arrival process is here. They're then free to explore at least some of Gladsheim Palace, given space enough by the local gods to (in theory) consider which god they'd like to choose to affiliate with. Though most days, Wanderers aren't to step inside Gladsheim Palace without direct permission, the day of arrival is an exception and both new arrivals and Asgard veterans alike can be found wandering the halls, as well as any number of curious-eyed natives who work within the palace walls. Though the gods are more than willing to allow Wanderers to leave, it's worth noting that many a castle servant - natives, born in this land - might see fit to intercede and insist on the choosing of a god before Wanderers step off the Gladsheim Palace grounds. Feel free to ask the mods questions if you encounter any - for example, if you'd like to know how the gods (or a specific god) would've answered X and Y questions from your character! ) ❧ MINI-MAGIC: HEIMDALL. A few weeks previous, the Gods joined and decided they had a duty to lessen one more enfeeblement they'd placed on the Wanderers who they'd come to have a certain level of respect for: giving them more powerful magic, as much as their forms would allow while in Asgard. As is routine at this point, a new swath spill into Asgard today -- perhaps these are to stay, but perhaps they'll be ones to leave as the sunsets; this ebb and flow is confusing to the Gods, but they still can't completely wrap their heads around what brought the original Wanderers here in the first place. Or, more aptly, why this pattern continues. Heimdall takes it upon himself to give this new round a running start when it comes to mastering magic, something that he regrets not taking into his own hands previously when it came to the past Wanderers. He's created the Temjask Arena in order to bolster their skills, magical and physical alike, but these fledgling Wanderers won't know this immediately. They'll be distracted by the many other wonders of Asgard if they aren't reached immediately. And so he's there to greet all of them himself, handing you a bronze bracelet as a gift. The crystal in the center glows clear until the outter rim is spun, shifting between the colours of the Gods. As he explains, contained within the bracelet are nine spells, one for each God in Asgard. Consider it a sampling of the power they could bring to a Wanderer, should they be the one you choose. You may not know the true power of each spell, but when chosen on the bracelet, you calm and instinctively know exactly what the spell you're about to cast will be: YOUR LIST OF SPELLS. ( ODIN ) Fire Bolt: You hurl a bolt of fire at a creature or object within 200 feet of you, dealing a large amount of damage if it hits. A flammable object hit by this spell ignites if it isn't being worn or carried. You can throw three bolts per casting of this spell. ( NJORD ) Magic Mouth: Choose a non-magical object you can see within 30 feet; you implant a message no longer than 50 words into that object, and then determine the circumstances that will trigger the message. The trigger can be detailed or general, but it must be based on a possible visual or audible condition that occurs within 30 feet of the object. Once triggered, the object then sprouts a magical mouth that recites the message verbatim as you spoke it previously. The message can be designed to be a one time spell, or it can be repeated at any time the original trigger occurs. After an hour, the spell dissipates. ( SKADI ) Disguise Self: You make yourself, including your clothing, armor, weapons, and other belongings on your person, look different for up to four hours. You can't change your body type (i.e. from humanoid to avian), so you must adopt a form that has the same basic arrangement of limbs, and may only appear as one foot taller or shorter than your real form. Otherwise, the extent of the illusion is up to you. The changes wrought by this spell fail to hold up to physical inspection, and anything you pick up after the spell is cast is not included in its effects. ( SIGYN ) Control Water: For up to four hours, you control any freestanding water inside an area you choose. You can choose from any of the effects listed on the spell page, and you can change between them at will; however, you can only have one effect active at a time. ( TYR ) Charm Person: You attempt to charm a humanoid you can see within 30 feet of you. If the creature fails to resist, it is charmed by you for up to eight hours or until you or your companions do anything harmful to it. The charmed creature regards you as a friendly acquaintance. When the spell ends, the creature knows it was charmed. ( HEIMDALL ) Ensnaring Strike: The next target you hit with a non-fatal melee attack is suddenly surrounded by translucent, magical vines that appear in the air. The target can dodge their grip and the vines disappear. If they can’t evade their sudden grasp, they remain constrained for 10 minutes as they’re slowly constricted. They can attempt to hack and slash at the vines if they can manage to free a limb or other usable appendage. ( MIMIR ) Detect Thoughts: For up to 10 minutes you can focus your mind on any one creature that you can see within 30 feet of you. You initially learn the surface thoughts of the creature - what is most immediately on its mind in that moment. If you attempt to probe any deeper than surface thoughts, the target may attempt to resist; should they fail, you gain additional insight such as their emotional state, deeper reasoning behind their actions, or something that is weighing on their mind. Whether or not they resist the spell effects, the target knows that you were probing their mind. The spell ends if they resist, or once you gain additional insight. ( HONIR ) Levitate: One creature or object that you can see within 60 feet of you (which can include yourself) rises vertically, up to 50 feet, and remains suspended there for 10 minutes. The spell can levitate a target that weighs up to 300 pounds. The target can move only by pushing or pulling against a fixed object or surface within reach. Otherwise, you can change the target's altitude at will during the spell's timespan. When the spell ends, the target floats gently to the ground if it is still aloft. You can also utilize this spell to levitate yourself. ( FRIGG ) Stoneskin: This spell turns the flesh of a willing creature you touch as hard as stone. For up to two hours, the affected creature cannot be as easily harmed as a flesh being. This spell can only be cast on one creature at a time. Each spell can be used once, Heimdall explains, and directs you to the palace grounds, where a smaller version of the Temjask Arena has been erected for the day. There are large vats of water, spectral animals bounding around that explode into light when they take damage -- or you can utilize large dummies if you're too squeamish to kill a spectral deer. There are a variety of objects to accommodate you, and there are other Gods around if you have any requests for your target practice. Not to leave out the other Wanderers, Heimdall is more than willing to give anyone who'd like to participate a bracelet of spells -- though he also offers the caveat that they'll painlessly melt away at the end of the day. He's interested in preparing the Wanderers for battle or conflict, not causing any himself should these last too long. ❧ FISH FESTIVITIES (DAY AND NIGHT). The natives have preoccupied themselves with something else for the day, though new and old Wanderers alike are invited to help them with the task at hand. During the colder months, the waters of Vatn Trúr (a sizeable lake in Honir's district) froze over; even during the days where the weather was more nippy than frigid, fishing from the waters proved to not be so fruitful. With the weather finally approaching spring-like temperatures and atmosphere, a large group of natives have crowded the shores for a communal day of fishing. They've brought wagons to store their daily catches in, filled with ice to keep their prizes cold -- as well as the food and drink they've brought to the shores. It's boring to fish without something to occupy the time, no? ❧ day. If you considering coming down to see what all the commotion is about, a native will likely throw a makeshift pole into your hand, baited with some strange and wriggling insect, with a clap on the back and shove forward. Go forth, feed yourself and your brethren! It's a simple feat to accomplish, as it were. The fish are plentiful, with many practically flying out of the water once you reel them in. Not familiar with how to fish? It isn't so hard, and there will likely be someone around to help you out. In between casts, you'll be invited to dine along long tables that the Wanderers have brought out for resting and waiting for bites -- that is, if you're one of the unlucky few who isn't getting any. ❧ night. For the most part, this activity goes by without hiccup -- except as the sun lowers against the horizon, there's a sour wind that blows across the waters. Where the fish were practically leaping into sight, the lake is now tinged with red, and dismembered fins and heads of fish begin to lap at the banks. This is immediately concerning, but many natives are still having some luck. The crowd thins, and you're welcome to proceed back to the palace with them. If you stick around to see if this is just a freak incident, you'll maybe be visited by a most intimidating sea creature, stealthy and capable of flopping onto the shore to try and stab at your legs, bite at your feet. Some natives make it a game of trying to spear one of the beasts, which they may also ask for your assistance with -- the Wanderers are so respected; you must be able to help rid the lake of these awful fish? ❧ NETWORK. ( Network posts are fair game, in this test drive! Network access information can be found here. Note that characters' names are shown - as opposed to choosing usernames - and that the network can't be accessed accidentally. Consider mentioning whether your post is text, audio, or video for clarity! ) navigation.

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Scott McCall | Teen Wolf | {Lost in a daze - Arrival

[focusscottfocus]

Scott had been in a bit of a daze when he woke up with the Gods and flatly made his choice-- Heimdall, specifically-- once he had a little bit of information about everything going on. His reaction to it all is arguably more subdued than the usual ferocity or confusion they are probably more frequently greeted with. Not because any of this actually makes sense to him, or that he isn't confused, doesn't have a million questions he still hasn't managed to think to ask, but because he was in too much a state of shock when he arrived, from things he'd been witness to at home. Nothing seems to have gotten much better for the teenager in the hours since, as he walks idly around the grounds of the palace, confused and looking absolutely despondent. He hasn't even completely wrapped his head around all of this, or taken enough notice to the fact that he's lost so many parts of himself he's come to rely on completely in the last year or so. But honestly? He can't find it in him to even care right now. Eventually, he just settles on a set of steps somewhere in a heap, knees drawn, arms folded and his head resting against them at the top of his knees.

Ainsley Whitly-Prodigal Son

[betterinvestigator]

[Arrival]

"Did I dose off in front of the tv again or what?" muses the blonde as the whole mess starts to sink in. Its real and not something from Malcolm's DVR, speaking of said sibling her eyes are scanning the mob like a true reporter. But as she's walking she's got a lot on her mind, sure she may be average but she worries more than most. She also wished she had her recorder or even her phone, all her questions need to go somewhere after all.
---
[Wild Card]

Have Ainsley will travel!

[prodigalmess]

They'll find each other, eventually. Malcolm kind of has a feeling that they always will. Which is why he's not really that surprised to see a familiar blonde head in the crowd. He makes his way through the people to her.

"Ains," he says, giving her a hug. He hopes it really is her, as... doppelgangers are a thing here, but she probably wouldn't let him hug her like this if she thought he was a stranger.

Malcolm is both happy and sad to find his sister here. It's nice to have someone he knows from home, someone he loves, but he hates that she's stuck here too.

[betterinvestigator]

"Mal!" as Ainsley returned her brother's hug, a sign its really her. "This place is beyond freaky. I was sure I dozed off in front of the TV yet again. And last thing you remember?" falling into a normal mental pattern.

caduceus clay / critical role c2

[firbolg]

arrival

(caduceus appears remarkably unperturbed for somebody who has awoken to find himself in an unfamiliar setting, accosted by strangers, and wearing two neat bracelets of silver metal about his wrists. he's used to taking odd things in his stride. he's lived his life going along with the flow. there isn't much information available to him as to why he's opened his eyes from a blink to find himself here instead of in xhorhas, where he once was, but that's fine for now.

he's mostly concerned with this whole- choosing another god thing. seems quite serious, the joining of souls, and it's something he simply can't do.)

That's a kind offer, truly, but my soul already belongs to the Wildmother, (he's trying to explain, fruitlessly, to a little cluster of castle servants.) Apologies for the offense, but I really don't need-

(he might need a hand if he's to shake them all off, as they don't seem to want to let him leave.)

mini-magic

(caduceus has been training most of his life in a particular set of magic. he heals people, cures their wounds and sets their bones, and he also summons giant swarms of beetles with which to strip his enemies of their flesh. so naturally, it follows that he has never, in his life, thrown a fireball before.

but hey, what fun it is to try out something new huh?)

Woah there– (fire doesn't throw like decomposition conjures. there seems to be an art to it, or at least, perhaps a technique that he's not getting quite right? caduceus is doing a lot of odd, possibly unnecessary hand gestures while he casts, and fire is going absolutely everywhere. and then water, and then lightning, and–

well, you... might want to duck.)

fishtivities (day)

(caduceus has not been fishing before. for one thing, he doesn't eat fish. nobody in his family does, so he's never had the pleasure of having to try and catch any. so when somebody thrusts a pole into his hands with a wriggling, live insect threaded onto the tip, he completely misunderstands what he's being asked to do.)

Oh dear. Yeah, I see the problem. (he lowers the staff, and carefully sets about working the little guy off of the point, careful not to tear any limbs or wings. he has a very gentle touch for one so large and lanky.) Guess you got yourself stuck there, huh friend. Give me one moment, and I'll have you free.

(once his insect has been saved and released, he's noticing that there are a lot of spears around with insects stuck on them, so don't mind his reaching out for your spear without asking.) Here, I can help you with that. These little guys are everywhere.

magic hewwo

[trafficreport]

[A lifetime of hyper-awareness honed to a sharp edge is what enables Jet to duck when a crack of lightning singes his hair and nearly strikes him dead in the head. What follows isn't instinct but something he must remind himself he's capable of: throwing out a hand and erecting a shimmering barrier around himself to prevent the risk of the culprit landing a hit or two.]

[If it were the desert, he would've drawn and fired on the bastard. Because his capabilities in this instance are purely defensive, the most he can do is glower. Guy isn't human. A few months ago, this would've been a shock. Now, that's secondary to the more important thing - which is that he's sending spurts of fire and assorted crap all over the place.]

You done?

[firbolg]

I think so. Did I get you?

(Caduceus' palms feel tingly. He waves them through the air, flexing his fingers, just to be sure the last of the magic is truly outta there. The guy facing him from a couple yards away looks a bit pissed about the whole thing, which is fair enough, considering he almost got got– but hey, he didn't! So it's just fine.)

Sorry about that, friend. Don't know my own magic– and didn't know I could do any of that at all, if I'm being honest.

Aymeric de Borel || Final Fantasy XIV

[ishgardianelezen]

a. [ arrival ]

( Aymeric can't help but feel confused, he was supposed to be on his way to see how the reconstruction of Ishgard was going and not there. He knew the 'now you are there, and now you are not' wasn't impossible since he knew about the Scion' situation; but one thing was know about it, and another live it in your own skin. He doesn't seem to move from his place, blue eyes fixed on the bracelet resting on his wrist. The bracelet doesn't seem unusual to him, or wouldn't be if it wasn't because that wasn't there before.

It takes the ishgardian a bit, but as his arm rests on the side of his body his eyes finally look around him. His features look serious despite the curiosity he feels. There are too many questions that need answers but seems he needs to choose a God to leave the place. A God. With all the troubles he had... With a sigh he takes a step, and another. Just a few more before stopping. Now that he pays a bit more attention, hasn't he been there already? Has his attention been so focused on the bracelet that he is lost now? Where did the woman -God?- go? )

By the twelve...

b. [ fish festivies - day ]

( With a nervous smile Aymeric looks at the pole he has been handed. He had approached the area out of curiosity and with the intention of learning a little more about what people do there. What he did not expect is that, without having any idea of what was going on, by simply asking he would be invited to join in a somewhat peculiar way. He is used to cooking fish, not fishing. Something very different.

As he looks how the others fish, he assumes it isn't a difficult task. Right? Wrong. His first attempt ends in failure and almost losing the pole. He wasn't expecting the sudden movement, so it slipped slightly from his hands. Fortunately his reflexes are fast, but not enough to catch whatever bites the bait. )

c. [ fish festivies - night ]

( After a few hours of practice -and a lot of luck-, the elezen managed to have some fun with that new learned activity, forgetting even his main concerns. At least for the moment. He has not been one of the luckiest around, but the company was nice enough not to notice the pass of the time. Aymeric notices the heads and fins, but says nothing. He just looks as others have still some fun... That's it, until one of the creatures almost stabs the leg of someone else. Without even thinking about it, sword in hand this time, he tries to stab the creature and kill it, but instead the blade ends up stuck in the ground. As he fights to recover his dearest sword, he doesn't notice one of the creatures dangerously close. )

d. [ wildcard ]

a

[blitzcheer]

Hey, great! You look as lost as I do!

[ There's some relief to that exclamation, albeit not all serious (but at the same time, not a complete joke), a friendly expression waiting the other guy when he should look to the adjacent opening. Tidus comes to a stop there, his hands spreading out. ]

'least... I hope I'm not the only new guy 'round here.

[ishgardianelezen]

( Aymeric quickly looks at the owner of the voice with eyes wide open, suprised. One thing is to think that he is lost, another thing is that an unknown person has noticed. An embarrassing event. Not to mention, how abrupt it seemed the other's entrance to him. He quickly relaxes his features to smile, nodding. )

Seems you are not, as I'm new too. It would be much more embarrassing the situation if not being new. ( He jokes. Kind of. Refering to how lost he is. ) I'm glad to know I'm not the only one that just appeared here but- may I ask if in your travel have you discovered how we got here?

( Straight to the point, not even asking names. )

Kyoya Ootori - Ouran High School Host Club

[managedexpectations]

A: Arrival
It had taken time for the sleep to clear from his eyes and from his mind before Kyoya became fully aware of his new surroundings. He had felt the pang of a headache coming on at first, ready to blame that idiot Tamaki or the others for dragging him off to some strange place again without his permission or warning. But hours had passed since then, they had said that they didn't have many of the answers as to how and why he was here either. It seemed rather reminiscent of the beginning of a game or story in which the protagonist would find himself suddenly thrust into some strange land, meaning it reminded him something that Renge would have cooked up, though the effects and attention to detail were far too advanced for even her to have directed with the vast resources of her family's estate. Which left the third son of the Ootori house-hold with but one option, to look around and gather as much information as he could about those that were here, and begin to figure out the rules for this place. At any given moment he can be found studying the architecture, or any books that happen to be on hand, occasionally he'll ask someone passing by for a map, and most importantly he'll be doing research on each of the gods and the residence of the houses.

B: Bronze Bracelet
Magic was something that could prove to be rather useful, and knowing all of the possible applications would make choosing a place of residence a bit easier. So despite having no interest in getting involved in conflicts or fights, Kyoya still accepted one of the bracelets. Though rather than immediately slinging spells as many seemed prone to do, he took his time inspecting the brace let and gradually going through each option. This certainly was a very vivid and interesting dream compared to what he would generally have. Offensive attacks, and stalwart defense, wouldn't be his interest in these spells; rather a support aspect or a means of using them for information gathering or to better organize forces or disperse needed resources would be the applications he'd prefer to find for them. Meaning that he will be ignoring the targets, and instead will be experimenting towards the edge of the arena should anyone be curious as to what he was doing.

C: Catch of the day
It was true that Kyoya had no idea how to accomplish a number of mundane things that many took for granted, he had never really learned to prepare food, let alone how to fish or clean and prepare a freshly caught fish. So when a pole had been thrust into his hands with something wriggling on the end of a hook he momentarily looked a bit disgusted and put off. He had no interest in catching anything, but they seemed adamant; so smiling he accepted the rod before walking off a small distance and finding another person who seemed to have their hands empty.

"Here, it's a rather simple model but it should be effective for catching something. I believe they want anyone interested to join."

a

[blitzcheer]

"A...map? What, of the castle?"

It's where Tidus's mind goes first when the question's asked, and by the lost expression on him, maybe he wasn't the best person for Kyoya to give the request, but here they are. It's certainly giving Tidus some thought though, the pull of his brow showing his brain at work.

"You think they have any spare? Doesn't everything seem old-fashioned?"

[managedexpectations]

"If not the castle, then at least the surrounding lands. It wasn't uncommon even for older and more traditional civilizations to have at least that."

Kyoya couldn't disagree that many of the things here were archaic, but then they also had the advantage of magic, and supposedly gods. Whether or not that magic would be what was required to obtain a map was something that he didn't know, hence his initial inquiry. Still, now that he looked closer at the person he was speaking to there was a certain resemblance to someone else he knew. A resemblance which lead Kyoya to believe that he probably wouldn't be much help in this matter.

"It'd doubtful the would have any spare maps, but if this is a place common for new arrivals to be brought, having at least one which we would be able to reference would make sense."

Edrisa Tanaka | Prodigal Son | Arrival

[thatsfascinating]

It had to be a dream, right? No way was she actually in Asgard of all places. Yeah, it was a little weird that the visuals didn't come straight from the Marvel movies (which she loved and had seen a million times), but her interest in Norse mythology had significantly pre-dated those movies, so apparently her brain was going for academic authenticity rather than Hollywood blockbuster.

She could live with that. It made it way more interesting. And probably way more significant as a peek into her subconscious. When it came to psychology Edrisa was a fan of the classics, and surely Freud would have something to say about all this.

Like the choice of a god to follow! Such a deep dive! She was a sucker for knowledge, so Odin was the obvious choice, right? Oh, but then there was Heimdall! Loyalty and vigilance was maybe not quite so on the nose, but it had a deeper significance to it, her fierce loyalty to the people who wound up on her autopsy table, who entrusted their final secrets to her. Her vigilance in her job, getting everything right so the team could catch the bad guys.

She had never really thought of it that way before! This dream was awesome!

Her choice made, she left her room to wander around this palace her mind had constructed for her. It was beautiful, and as she wandered she wondered which real places in her life her brain had so marvelously woven together to produce it.

[prodigalmess]

If this were a dream, this would probably be the part of it where Malcolm came riding up in slow motion, shirtless, on a white horse. He would whisk her away to his castle where they would make out and talk about murder for hours.

Sadly, this was not a dream and Malcolm was not a romance novel hero. He was in the palace though, walking around wearing a sweater and slacks to check out the new arrivals. While not being the most diplomatic person, he did like to help and he knew that there were people who would arrive here scared or maybe even reacting violently.

Or thinking this was all a dream. Just as he had.

Malcolm saw her out of the corner of his eye, and the image pinged recognition in his brain. He turned his head fully to take in her black bob and her glasses. Yes, it was definitely her.

"Edrisa?" he called, walking towards her. Sadly not as impressive as riding a horse.

[thatsfascinating]

Yeah, it would have been so cool if Malcolm had appeared in her dream like that. Apparently her brain was a lot more practical than that. And maybe there was a reason for that! Maybe that meant that Malcolm, regular everyday Malcolm, was already everything her heart desired.

So when he called her she turned and her face brightened like a three hundred watt light bulb.

"Bright!" She raced toward him and threw herself into his arms hugging him just as hard as she had the last time she saw him, although this time out of joy instead of fear.

[revmeup]

Harley had a rather different first instinct from Edrisa, although perhaps not entirely different. Their paths cross when Harley is on the lookout for someone grounded, sensible, and -- well, pretty much the opposite of her. Not her usual idea of company at all. Edrisa fits the bill perfectly.

She turns on her heel after Edrisa passes and slips their arms together like old friends, leaning in to ask, "So uh, you're seeing all this shit too, right?"

Hey, she's been off her meds for a while. Sometimes it helps to get a reality check.

[thatsfascinating]

A random woman takes her arm, and well, that's weird, but sure! Why not! Maybe she represents something, like maybe a part of herself that was just wanting to be heard and acknowledged? Was she seeing these things? Truly seeing them?

"I am!" she says excitedly. "Isn't it amazing?"

[betterinvestigator]

A splash of blonde is along soon after but a friendly one hopefully?

Ainsley had been on mother and Gil watch when she spots Edrisa, going to greet her brother's friend properly.

"Hopefully a friend can help with some of what feels like a grand scale puzzle?" offering the coroner a smile and a hand of greeting.

[thatsfascinating]

Edrisa had been familiar with Ainsley's reporting even before she met Malcolm, so encountering her in real life is almost like meeting both the sister of someone she really cares for and a celebrity.

"Ainsley Whitly! Oh wow!" She shakes her hand eagerly. "It's so good to meet you finally!"

Harley Quinn | DCEU

[revmeup]

>> ARRIVAL

The bracelets chafe. Not physically, no, they are a suspiciously perfect fit, so smooth and polished she might even be able to forget she's wearing them at all. But the gleam of thick silver around both wrists means something very specific to Harley, and being told she is welcome to explore parts of the grounds doesn't make it true. Especially when she can't leave until she picks her warden.

It's safe to say she is in quite a mood. At first she tries to wait them out – testing how much of a leash she is allowed, stomping moodily around, and generally looking for trouble. The tactic has served her well before, but Harley has limited patience even at the best of times. She never had a chance at running out the clock with immortals.

Fuck it. She'll pick whoever's hottest and get it over with.

>> MINI-MAGIC

After getting herself good and wound up with the welcoming committee, an arena sounds like just the thing. Arenas mean fights, er, sports. Sports that often feature socially approved violence. God, she hopes they have roller derby in this weirdo knock-off Rennfest. It's probably called something like Ye Olde Wheelie-Punchy or some shit.

She's in for disappointment. Not a single skate to be seen! The bracelet is cute enough but not even something worth stealing, but she slaps it on and gets to work burning off all her pent up aggression.

>> FISHING; day

Harley wandered towards the sounds of people, hoping for a party. Instead, someone puts a stick in her hand with an honest to god wriggling squishy something on a hook and expects her to ... what? Catch fish? For fun?

"Fuck this!" she declares, tossing the fishing pole the ground and looking for someone in the crowd who might at least be interesting.

>> FISHING; night

Finally! Something in Harley's wheelhouse! Sure, she's never exactly been against a semi-amphibious stabby fish creature before, but if someone points her in a direction and says to fight? Well, after the kind of upheaval this whole thing has been, she's a loaded gun ready to be aimed.

She's a little more, uh, enthusiastic than strictly necessary, and laughs joyously the entire time. Who knew fish had so much blood?

>> NETWORK; video

[ The pale face in the video is a stark canvas for tattoos and garish, smudged makeup. She looks wired, in the way of people who don't sleep enough or regularly and still have energy to spare. She grins, mugging for the camera, but the expression is tight around the eyes. Harley is playing a role, and well, but she's feeling a little stressed. ]

So. Guys. It's been a real swell day. Magic is real. Gods are soulbonders or whatever. We're all stuck here for an indeterminate amount of time for, uh, reasons? I got a tour of your nicest fish. Neato keen!

But where's the fucking whiskey? Tequila shots? Maybe a teeny little bump of cocaine? I'm not asking for a lot here! However you self medicate, I wanna hear about it.

Thanks in advance. You're a real peach.

(( OOC: Harley is from after the Birds of Prey movie and references to the film's events may come up. I will be avoiding most overt spoilers when possible, but please note if you would like to keep tags completely spoiler free. ))

Network

[prodigalmess]

[ She's answered by an intrigued looking young man with bright blue eyes. He appears to be laying on his bed. ]

There's actually a distillery in Njord's district. Drykka Drekkr.

As far as cocaine, you might be out of luck on that one.

[ He has to remember that this isn't home. Hard drugs technically aren't illegal here because there is no legal system. ]

[revmeup]

[ She huffs and her nose scrunches when she pouts. ]

Ugh. Out of luck for benzos too? Lithium? SSRIs?

[ If she has to manage her own medications, she had at least hoped to do it the fun way, but she has a sinking feeling she won't even get a dry old man in a suit rattling off outdated Freudian bullshit. ]

The magic tricks are cool and all but sometimes a bitch needs a pharmacy.

Stephen Strange | Doctor Strange (Marvel comics)

[wayoftheweird]

arrival

One minute Stephen is re-absorbing Mister Misery, and the next he's on Asgard.

Ending up in another dimension, intentionally or not, is nothing new for Stephen. In fact, it's a regular Tuesday. But Asgard? An Asgard that feels...off. Maybe it's the part where he can't leave. Or the part where no one will let him see Thor. Or the part where he's expected to link his soul to a god?

Strange is no stranger (ha) to gods, either, but he doesn't tend to make a habit of soul-bonding with them.

"I'm married already," he snipes at whoever will listen.

(Not that he's seen Clea in an age. But still.)

"And I'm definitely not magic marrying Thor's mom."

mini magic

That was not Odin, this is not Heimdall. So, Stephen is trapped in a dimension like Asgard, but not the one he knows. He's without his magic, which tracks, but magic is alive here, and they're giving him access to...

"You've gotta be kidding me," Stephen mutters, as he tries out the bracelet. He manipulates and wields a ring of water like an afterthought. "This is-- do you know who I am? I don't need to train."

fishing, day

Someone shoves a fishing pole at Stephen, patting him enthusiastically on the back. He looks around at the participants. Fishing. Like this is vacation. Stephen doesn't have time for this, he needs to get back to Earth. He may have eradicated the Empirikul and saved Wong from Mister Misery, but with magic is returning slowly and Earth is vulnerable in its absence and his.

Plus, he hasn't been fishing since he was a kid. It's really not his thing.

Fishing pole abandoned, Stephen finds himself staring at a table laid out with food. Distinctly human food, regular in every possible way.

That won't do.

"Can someone direct me to the kitchen?"

He's going to need something slightly more monstrous.

fishing

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian lowers the jug of wine he's been pouring directly into his mouth, eying the stranger as he turns from the food. Perhaps he is like Lan Wangji, with a strict (boring) diet? Whoever he is, he's the first man he's seen in some time to wear a long tunic over the funny little pants most in Asgard favor, and Wei Wuxian points towards the castle, even as he gets up to follow him.

"This master does not like fish?"