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Test Drive 01

TEST DRIVE

Hello, and welcome to the first Pluviosa Test Drive!

Rather than a series of prompts that are set after arrival to the game, this Test Drive is instead more of a soft open for the game. That is to say, not only are Test Drive threads game canon, but the Test Drive should be regarded as the "start" of the game chronologically and contains arrival-related events and information.

Or lack of information, as the case in fact is, because there is no greeting party waiting to reassure characters that everything is fine back in their worlds and that they'll get to go home again. (On the flip side, there's no one telling them that their worlds have been destroyed, either.) There is only the ship, the things inside it, the raging storm outside, and what characters can figure out for themselves.

It is advised that potential players familiarize themselves with the Premise page, the Rules/Session Zero page, and at least the first few paragraphs of the Setting page. As Pluviosa is a horror game, we especially encourage players to be aware of the content warnings that will be major themes of the game.

ARRIVAL

(cw: minor blood, visions, storm weather)

The first thing you become aware of is the sound of dripping. Your mind is fogged, as though woken from the wrong part of your sleep cycle. In your daze, you're convinced that the sound of dripping is blood. Yours? Someone else's? You can't be sure. It's dripping from somewhere. It's your fault, whichever it is.

Good. One way or another, you'll be free of this nightmare -


And then, in response to the sound of a crack of thunder outside, clarity returns.

Characters come around as though disturbed from a deep sleep. Once they have shaken off the (vision? impression?) of blood, they will find that the dripping sound, at least, was real. Fortunately, it's only water - rainwater, more than likely, judging from the occasional booms of thunder and flashes of lightning overhead. One hell of a storm, quite possibly the worst characters have ever experienced, is raging outside.

Outside where? Well, outside the ship, of course.

As a general rule, characters wake up in a random room of the first level of the ship below the main decks. Theoretically, this should be a relatively safe, dry place - but with the age of the ship, its state of disrepair, and the number of plants above that have dug their roots into the deck above, leaks are plentiful. Thus, the sound of dripping water is a constant even in enclosed areas - and, of course, the outside of the ship is being pounded by rain in shimmering sheets, adding to the cacophony of noise accented by the thunder.

Even the protective bubble over the deck itself and the balconies of the rooms is having trouble working to keep the rain out - the rain isn't terrifying hurricane levels, but it is steady and water floods steadily down the stairs and over the edges of the gap down the center of the ship. The worst of the wind, too, has been kept out, but occasional gusts send ripples through the rain.

There is no power inside the ship right now and barely any light besides the flash of lightning - although characters may arrive while it is nominally day, the clouds stretching from horizon to horizon have blocked out the sun almost completely. The motion of the ship is also far worse than usual due to the storm winds - it's easy to believe that you are in fact at sea, unless you manage to get close enough to the exterior windows or balconies to be able to see the ship's legs in motion through the cascade of water that runs down the exterior.


SEEING IS BELIEVING

(cw: hallucinations, thinking things that are real are hallucinations)

In the dark, you have to rely on your other senses - hearing, sound, smell. Smell is giving you the best information to start out with - rain, of course, but also mildew, plants, and old metal. (Is that a whiff of blood at the bottom? No, it's because of that bad dream you had messing with your head.)

No one comes to greet you. No one comes to find you. Instinctively, you know - no one is coming. You'll have to save yourself.


Characters will be fully convinced that they are alone until they actually run into another character. Even things that seem like they should be indicative of another person's presence, such as hearing voices or seeing someone shine a light down a hallway - your character will be convinced that that is just a hallucination until they can definitely lay eyes on another person, hear their voice clearly (ie: not half-drowned-out by the rain) or otherwise be certain of their presence.

That isn't to say that hallucinations aren't occurring. All characters, but especially those who are alone, will periodically hear murmuring voices, smell blood, smoke, and other scents reminiscent of destruction, and see what appear to be the flashes of flashlights, flickering lightbulbs, and the shadows of people walking around. These hallucinations fade in and out in intensity, but they always clear up for at least a little while when a character notices the sound of thunder. Given that the thunder is very frequent during the storm (every few minutes), most hallucinations won't last for long.

For most characters, the voices will be unintelligible murmurs. However, if your character has experienced an event of mass destruction at some point in their life (apocalypse or near-apocalypse, destruction of a city, volcano eruption, being the only survivor of a town that was slaughtered, etc), or has a connection to the dead, they will be able to pick out that the voices of the hallucinations are talking about either attempting to rescue people from something similar (eg: a distant voice shouting "there's someone still alive over here!") or, alternately, talking about how everything is lost, everyone is doomed now, etc. They may hear one type of voice or both at different times, at player discretion.


TO RUN ITS COURSE

(cw: dead loved ones, hallucinations/delusions, violence, potential death. THIS PROMPT CONTAINS PVP OPTIONS.)

You're not supposed to be alone. There was someone with you, only a few hours or years or minutes or lifetimes ago. You weren't always alone, and you have to find them.

You'll find them. You do. But not in any kind of condition to keep you company. This lump of flesh is empty now. The plants are already growing over it, reclaiming it. There's blood in the soil, and there's the sound of someone else coming up behind you.

Someone is coming. You'll have to save yourself.


There are various heaps of organic debris that characters can stumble across when wandering around in the dark - piled up leaves, rotted plants, heaps of ferns, moss, and so on. Even solid wood, sometimes - the trunks of small, twisted trees that took root where they might and have grown out from balconies to the exterior or inwards down the jungled crevasse between the two halves of the ship. In the low light, it's easy to literally stumble across them, or mistake them for something else in the brief light of a flash of lightning.

It's the mistaking them for something else that could be a problem. Characters may find themselves absolutely convinced that these heaps of leaves are the body of a loved one - especially if they were wandering around looking for someone in particular. They may or may not accurately perceive leaf cover on the outside of the "body," but unless they dig their hands in enough to be sure of the heap's contents - but who would want to go digging their hands into the body of someone they love? - or they see the shape in clear lighting (which would have to be provided by another character), it will be near impossible to convince them that the pile is just that, and not a corpse.

But that's not the really dangerous part. The dangerous part of all this is that if someone unexpected approaches while the character is in the same room as the 'body,' they may become convinced that the new arrival is responsible for their loved one's death. It doesn't matter how illogical it is on the surface - fear, or rage, or whatever it is that might fuel them will turn on the stranger. And whatever it is that convinces them of this has also turned their fight-or-flight reflex solidly to fight, whether it's for revenge or the last chance at survival for a cornered rat.

Characters so affected will fight until one of the following occurs: If they are led out of sight of the 'body,' they return to their senses (given that they may be inclined to chase the 'perpetrator,' this may be the best non-violent way to resolve the issue). If they are convinced that the 'body' is fake (through physical contact or clear lighting as above), they also return to their senses. And finally, if they kill the 'perpetrator' or are themselves killed or knocked unconscious, the effect ends. In all of these cases, it ends with the sharpness of a rubber band snapped against the skin, and the character is fully aware of their altered mental state and what occurred as a result.

If your character dies as a result of this prompt (and you want that thread to be game canon), please give the mods a heads-up if/when you are accepted into the game. Although this will not count as an 'official' death and will not consume a character's "freebie" revival, there may still be consequences for your character's death.

CONTENTS WORMING

(cw: worms. many worms. not parasitic. just worms.)

It's easy to take a wrong step in the dark. Of course, tripping and falling isn't the worst thing that can happen.

This isn't the worst thing that could happen, either. That doesn't make it any better in the moment - the split-second when the ground erupts and a writhing mass of something slimy doesn't so much crawl out as jump out - but maybe it will make it better later.


You know how worms come writhing up out of the ground during a rainstorm, when the soil is absolutely saturated?

Well, that's true of the soil on the ship as well, except the worms here aren't just common earthworms anymore. They've learned to climb, the slime that they use to wriggle through the soil modified such that they can cause it to turn sticky and squelch their way up walls, ceilings - and anyone they happen to come across. If you step in the wrong place, an entire cluster of them will respond, by clinging to your clothes and body, squirming upwards in a desperate bid to escape the wet soil and the continuous rivulets of water caused by the storm.

Or perhaps you sat down to rest somewhere and felt them creeping - or didn't, until there was suddenly something wet and cold on your bare skin. Or maybe you encountered the worms not through their climbing, but afterwards, when they drop off the ceiling and fall down on your head as the enzyme that renders their slime sticky wears out. However it happens... worms.

Fortunately, they're harmless - aside from being a bit larger than the earthworms a character is likely to be familiar with, and their strange ability to become sticky, these are largely indistinguishable from normal earthworms. Unfortunately, it's hard to tell that in the dark and the wet - this is their native environment, not yours, and anyone would panic at the sensation of worms trying to crawl up them or into dry places in their clothes.

There is an easy solution to this: Because the worms are fleeing the rain in the soil, they won't climb up anything that's just as wet as the dirt they left behind. All a character has to do to become worm-free is get thoroughly soaked, such as by stepping out into the reduced-but-still-pouring rain on a balcony or deck protected by the ship's bubbles. Unfortunately.... Well, then they're wet. And there doesn't seem to be anywhere to dry off any time soon...

FAQ
For information on the general shape and state of the ship, please see the setting page. Please note that mods will not be running investigations during the test drive period.

Q: Do our characters still have their powers/items?

Generally speaking, yes. Characters have their powers intact (with certain exceptions, largely for potential-gamebreak reasons) and whatever items they were carrying at their canonpoints. Please see the FAQ for more details.

Q: My character is dead and/or dying at their canonpoint!

Well... Now they aren't. Specifically, dead characters come back as their most recent 'healthy' state of being (unless they're a type of character that is playable while dead, such as a vampire or a Bleach shinigami, in which case they continue as normal for them); they also arrive already soaked through by the rain, regardless of the location they wake up. Characters who are mortally injured find that their wounds have healed; in place of whatever blood was soaking through their clothes/dripping from their bodies/in their mouth from a Cough of Death, they instead find pure water.

Q: Can my character(s) explore the ship?

Your characters are welcome to explore as much as they're willing and capable of doing in the wet and the rain! However, getting between floors is a challenge in the current weather - with the power off, the elevators do not work, and the stairs are consistently flooded by a cascade of rainwater. However, mods will not be running any official, guided explorations until after game opening.

Q: Is there anywhere dry to rest?

Nowhere is completely dry, but the aft portion of the ship is significantly drier than the middle and fore. The reason for this is that there is a series of partial decks (the residential decks) over roughly the last third of the ship. The rain is fully blocked by the roof overhead, in theory, but in practice the wind and the flooding leave this space only sort of dry. It's possible to find your way here on your own and find some place to sleep that doesn't blow mold spores into your face when you sit down, but it's also darker here, since the lightning's light is also blocked out by the roof.

Q: BATHROOMS?

Unfortunately, the lack of water in the pipes means that the toilets (which can be found relatively intact in most suites, though many are full of standing water) are also not running. Characters get to deal with this issue as they see fit, whether that's using the dilapidated toilets or using a more fertilizer-like strategy.

Q: Is there anything from the game's main info pages that doesn't apply to this Test Drive?

Given that the power is currently off, the Ship (as in the entity) cannot be interacted with on the Test Drive (and characters have no reason to think it's there). Anything else that would require power, such as the elevators or water from the faucets, also does not work.

Q: How long does the storm last?

ICly, it begins to lighten up on the evening of the second day after the first characters wake up, though it is still raining steadily with occasional thunder throughout that night. (Characters will continue to trickle in throughout the duration of the storm, though most arrive before the end of the first day.) The characters will be able to see the sun starting on the third morning - which is also planned to be the game's formal opening, so we won't say more until then!

Q: Do our characters receive anything upon arrival?

Not a thing! Nor do they encounter any kind of informational NPC or anything that gives them a solid idea what's going on. The only exception to this is that all characters experience the dripping-blood related vision/dream/impression detailed in the first prompt of the Test Drive. Additionally, characters who have a unique tie to their world (such as Aerith's connection to the Lifestream in FFVII) will be aware that they're not in their own world anymore.

Q: What are our characters eating?

Since the power hasn't come on yet... Whatever they're adventurous and/or knowledgeable enough to find that doesn't kill them! This can include edible plants and limited amounts of things brought from home (please don't have your character bring 99 casseroles even if your game's inventory system allows it), but mods are not tracking this specifically. Most characters will be expected to be hungry and unhappy but not literally starving come game open. At least there's plenty of water.

Q: I have some specific question I need to ask about my specific character on the test drive!

Please post your question in response to the header comment QUESTIONS below!


highjustice: (dramatic eyes closed)

wildcard - the archon's throneroom if you know what I mean d:

[personal profile] highjustice 2024-02-05 10:12 am (UTC)(link)
[He attempts to make his way back to Furina as quickly as possible, though he keeps getting waylaid by encounters with others. It should be fine, since the Vahumana scholar should be occupied with exploring for some time and Furina, at least, is unlikely to wander off.

He expects that, even if Furina grew tired of the darkness of the shelter they managed to find, she wouldn't have wandered far, and at least for the moment, he's proven right. She is loosely where he expects her to be, and Neuvillette breathes an audible sigh of relief.]


Lady Furina.

[The shift in address back to formality should be enough to clue her in that there was something serious afoot.]

In my explorations, I happened to discover a scholar from Sumeru, in possession of an Anemo Vison, who has also woken up in this place. Accordingly, there is some vital information I must give you. Would you object if I were to seal the door?

[If someone is listening in now, he sounds appropriately deferential - but there's an edge to his voice, an anxiety, that Furina at least will certainly catch. There isn't much that renders Neuvillette nervous.

The security of Furina's act, tied as it is to the fate of Fontaine as well as to her own safety, is now foremost among those things.]
astraldownpour: (funeral)

[personal profile] astraldownpour 2024-02-05 11:02 am (UTC)(link)
His eyes find her again as she responds. He knows he's studying her, possibly unfairly slating her up against the archon he was more than happy to spend a lifetime serving, acting as a weapon for.

He wonders why it was this sobbing girl, and not anyone else. It isn't meant to be a cruel thought, but he finds it hard to believe the Tsaritsa would sit here sniffling while believing her land was in crisis.

Childe knows as much as he needs to about other regions and archons, which is to say, enough to complete his mission and leave. That was made very clear to him in Liyue. He'd probably been stationed in Fontaine once or twice before that whole fiasco, as opposed to... Whatever relationship Arlecchino had with the region she grew up in, and they don't tend to give briefings to Harbingers on vacation, anyways.

He knows that at least... er. Some? Of the original Seven remain. The numbers weren't clear, and he'd been out of commission for a while. It's hard for him to imagine Furina taking up her sword in the Archon War like this, but it doesn't wholly discount her.

He's sizing her up, mostly because he wants to fight her Iudex, as well. Maybe he could get a glimpse of him, through her. He did seem to work directly with her, after all.

And truth be told, he wouldn't want her to get swept up in a fight like that. Furina looked so small on the floor, devastated. Like she'd completely given up. The fatuus doesn't think she deserves that level of stress, not really.

(He remembers when he used to hide.)

"I'm not sure. It doesn't feel quite so... complete. I didn't think that prophecy included so many plants." The Harbinger says, reaching up to snap off a flower from one of the bushels near him, beads of water running towards the pistil. He focuses his attention on just the water within the flower, siphoning hydro energy just above it. He feels like a kid, still not wholly understanding this power. What it meant. Why it was so finicky with him as of late. He manipulates it into a very small, shaky whale. A suggestion of a whale, at certain angles. He used to be able to make it fly around a room. Now, Childe can barely hold it in his hands without it losing shape every few moments.

She stands, and seems to be willing to humour him, for a bit. He agrees that it's better than listening to the ghosts that seemed to haunt these hallways. Childe's still not sure how to feel about her. The archon of his element. A young woman sobbing alone in a hallway. There's something gnawing in the pit of his gut, but he doesn't know what.

"Glad to hear it. Staying alone too long here makes me feel like I'm losing it."

He can only imagine what it's like for her.
Edited (typo,,,) 2024-02-05 15:42 (UTC)
astraldownpour: (contemplative)

[personal profile] astraldownpour 2024-02-05 11:19 am (UTC)(link)
[More of an alias, really. Hardly a real name.

He hasn't felt connected to his real name in quite some time now. He hears it less and less, every year. Always Tartaglia. Lord Harbinger. Childe. His real name was one used at home. With those he loved, trusted. Even out and about, his siblings only tended to use bro, or big brother, when speaking of him. A courtesy he appreciated.

The music coming from... Alastor's general location pulls him out of his thoughts as they walk along, at least until they find a door that seemed to lead to a stairwell. When Alastor opened the door, however, water quickly rushed down the stairs, the door no longer holding it back. Water soaks over Childe's feet, but he pays no mind, stepping back and letting it flow.]

Oh, good. I don't have to bust through the ceiling.

[He starts walking up the stairs as the flow evens out, keeping an ear out for any movement. There also seems to be a way further down, which was intriguing to him. The idea latched in his mind similarly to how the Abyss had... but it didn't quite have the same pull. Maybe later.]

Let's see how far we can go up, then, shall we?
helborn: (is that what i think it is?)

[personal profile] helborn 2024-02-05 02:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Of course you were he thinks, but does not say. "You're good at jumping, then? That'll probably be helpful. This place feels creepy and I wouldn't put it past it to have random gaps in places."

Not that creepy is a bad thing! It's just a descriptor, to him.
helborn: (is that what i think it is?)

[personal profile] helborn 2024-02-05 03:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, I would... assume they probably are. Most places probably don't have multiple sets of gods running around." He wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't seen it himself.

... Besides, he knows his own worlds sounds like a fantasy novel so why wouldn't other worlds? "Is Teyvat the whole world or just one country or area of it?"
helborn: (Default)

[personal profile] helborn 2024-02-05 03:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[His lips press into a thin line - you would think, Neuvillette. He's seen some pretty terrible people. But he's not going to dispute that, not out loud. He just takes a moment to collect himself before he responds.]

One would hope. I've already had to use force on someone to keep them from attacking me further. I don't really want to hurt anyone - but I will if I have to, like if they get any other stupider ideas.
helborn: (you're kind of cute)

Arrival

[personal profile] helborn 2024-02-05 03:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Casper hears the ringing of metal, heading towards it. Either it's a person or it's a monster, and he can handle either. Bob remains in his hoodie pocket, keeping himself hidden. ... It's totally not because he's tired and it's entirely because of sneak attack reasons. Totally.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" Casper himself is soaked and his footsteps are a little squishy, but hopefully that's not off-putting. He really doesn't want to scare anyone. ... Even if he does recognize that he himself is probably scary. He keeps his weapon away, trying to keep his footsteps steady. He's harmless, see?

(He is not, but he wants whoever this is to think he is.)
airplaneskyward: (Default)

Re: Arrival

[personal profile] airplaneskyward 2024-02-05 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)
A person! This is either fantastic or terrible news! Shang Qinghua attempts to look vaguely competent and put together and not like he’s been kicking walls.

“Over here!” He calls back, listening to the squelching footsteps approach and resolve into a blond teenager in… a hoodie? Holy shit, he hasn’t seen a hoodie in like sixty years. And jeans! Denim! Normal modern clothes! The kind of thing he used to wear before he died!

“I don’t suppose you know where we are? I seem to find myself… misplaced. I have no idea why or how I’m here, or where here is.”
vermillionpledge: (pain)

Re: Seeing is Believing

[personal profile] vermillionpledge 2024-02-05 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[Alisaie forces herself up, palms stinging, to hands and knees. The voice is unfamiliar. How does it know her name?

Then the stranger is kneeling by her side, digging through their bag. A flash of lightning and the flame held in their hand illuminates a face that is still unfamiliar, but less so than she’d feared: a Miqo’te woman with green hair and a concerned expression.

She sounds concerned, too. Alisaie racks her brain, trying to figure out where she might know her from. But her stress-addled brain comes up empty.]


I’m fine. I fell, that’s all. I thought I heard - have you seen anyone else?

[There is no recognition on her face. Sorry, Mint.]
helborn: (hoodie to make me look cool)

[personal profile] helborn 2024-02-06 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
Oh gods is that... no it's not Japanese clothing. Chinese? Or maybe it really is Japanese - either way it's ancient Asian clothing and he is not the kind of nerd that knows that kind of stuff. He's faintly aware of Japanese mythology and barely aware of Chinese. Hopefully he doesn't offend.

"Uh... it's some kind of ship. A bunch of us from different worlds seem to have showed up here. It's kind of a mishmash of cultures here. I'm Casper. And you are?"

Go ahead, make the joke if you're familiar enough with 90s movies. He's heard it a million times.
airplaneskyward: (lowkey)

[personal profile] airplaneskyward 2024-02-06 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh my god, are you American?" It's entirely possible he's from a world where there isn't an America, but it's worth asking! He seems American-y!

"Sorry, uh. My name is Shang Qinghua. Shang is the family name, Qinghua is the courtesy name." He's just going to assume this guy is... western, at the very least, so he should clarify that. His mouth keeps going. "...Are you a friendly ghost?"
helborn: (okay well maybe not)

[personal profile] helborn 2024-02-06 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
He sighs a little - it's not wrong because he is technically from North America, and he knows the accents are similar enough, but - "Canadian, actually."

The explanation is very welcome. "So should I call you Shang or -" ... There it goes. "Yes and no. I was a spirit at one point, though."

He... probably shouldn't admit that so freely, but there he goes.
airplaneskyward: (Default)

[personal profile] airplaneskyward 2024-02-06 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
Shang Qinghua belatedly pokes mentally at the System. 'Hey! System! Are there any penalties for telling people that I'm a transmigrator?'

A screen pops up with a low battery icon and the words [Standby mode] and then disappears again.

...He's going to take that as probably no!

"Canadian! From real Canada! I almost forgot Canada existed! It has been such a long time. What's being a spirit like? Did you have to grow a new body?"

"Also, uh, it's most polite to just call me Shang Qinghua? If you call me just Qinghua it implies like... a close relationship. You could call me Shang-xian, I guess? Or Shang-ge if you want to be like, bros. Man, I don't know how to explain this to a westerner."
Edited (additional about names actually) 2024-02-06 01:22 (UTC)
airplaneskyward: (lowkey)

[personal profile] airplaneskyward 2024-02-06 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
"Shit, that is so cool. How do you even do that? I'm sure someone could manage something similar with a spiritual technique, but they'd have to make platforms or something to jump off, and you just do it on air! That is so wild to see in real life."

He pauses and realizes that obviously he knows who Mario is, but he hasn't introduced himself. "Er, I'm Shang Qinghua. Hi. The boat has legs? Are you as confused about being here as I am?"
Edited (icon) 2024-02-06 01:13 (UTC)
airplaneskyward: (Default)

[personal profile] airplaneskyward 2024-02-06 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
Hahahaha, relax! Yes! He can just relax! He's honestly very squishy, as cultivators go, and his king isn't here to hide behind, and this very fast man is apparently a legal authority! Sure, yes, he'll relax, and tell Wet Justice all about how he spent decades betraying the secrets of his sect to a demon prince!

"That's good! I like things that aren't dangerous!" He laughs, nerves glaringly obvious. "Provided we don't run into the Queen Mother of Space-Tearing Earthworms, we are only wet!"

Honestly, Wet Justice oozes righteousness. It's like having Zhangmen-shixiong try to give him a pep talk. It kind of just makes Shang Qinghua want to produce a stack of important paperwork to hide behind.
helborn: (Default)

[personal profile] helborn 2024-02-06 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
"A lot of people do." He's used to it, unfortunately. "And no, I didn't..." Actually exactly how he got a new body is unclear. His soul is in his raven, but he's not going to explain that part. "I was solid enough that I had to climb back up the World Tree to come back, though."

Climbing that thing is kind of hazy for him to try to remember. Still... "Normally people wouldn't have a chance to come back, but my mother kind of... needed me. She doesn't have many... pieces on the board at home, so to speak."

He nods at the explanation. "No, it's... okay." Not Japanese though, he's... pretty sure? "I just didn't want to offend you. Technically you could call me by my family name - LeBlanc - or my..." He thinks for a moment. "Honestly I'm not even sure what 'Junior' counts as for part of a name, but my father is 'Mister LeBlanc'. No one calls him Casper. And he doesn't call me Junior, so just Casper is fine."

... Aaaand he's rambling again. Great.
Edited 2024-02-06 01:27 (UTC)
airplaneskyward: (lowkey)

[personal profile] airplaneskyward 2024-02-06 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
To be fair, probably most people don't forget Canada exists because they've been in a world where it doesn't for decades.

"World tree? Damn, that is so much cooler than growing a new body with a special kind of mushroom. That I didn't actually end up having to use." Pause. Lots of people's mothers need them, probably, without them coming back to life. "Your mother sounds... important?" he hazards.

Shang Qinghua exists in a quantum state of being Chinese and not being Chinese because he's lived in fantasy ancient China for longer than he was alive in actual China! And nobody in Proud Immortal Demon Way calls anything 'China'. 他不是中国人, 苍穹山不在中国*, but also, yes he is, and anyway PIDW is pretty damn Chinese regardless because he wrote it that way. "Casper works! I'm pretty sure I remember westerners don't go by their family names that much! It's nice to meet you?"

*'He is not Chinese, Cang Qiong Mountain is not in China'. Look I realized I knew enough Mandarin to type that in it and I got carried away.
helborn: (nope too cute to function)

[personal profile] helborn 2024-02-06 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, she is. If you know what Canada is you're probably from my world or a world like it? So you might be familiar with the Norse. My mother's the Norse goddess of death." He's given up trying to keep a low profile. There's just no point in this kind of place.

He nods and... attempts a brief and shallow bow. It's close, and probably a little too formal, but he's used to seeing it at funerals rather than social situations. He's doing his best. "It's nice to meet you, too. And yes, we don't normally go by family names. ... I've had to learn how to pronounce a lot of different names though. I grew up working in the funeral industry, and in a big city you end up with people of all different ethnicities."
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[personal profile] airplaneskyward 2024-02-06 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
Oh. Okay. That was. More than he expected to get in response, okay! "The Norse are, uh. European?" Shang Qinghua was never that good at geography. "Er. Does that make you a god? Or an immortal? I'm a cultivator, an immortal master. I'm, er. I'm originally from a world that had Canada in it, but I died there and was reborn into a... fictional different world, and I've lived there a lot longer." Shit, that's weird to say out loud. He's never tried to explain transmigration to someone before. He's only ever talked about it to Cucumber-bro, and he already knew.

He waits for the System to deduct ten thousand B points or initiate punishment mode or something. Nothing happens.

Casper god-son is very polite! Shang Qinghua flaps a hand at him.

"Ah, that must be an... interesting industry for someone with your heritage?"
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[personal profile] helborn 2024-02-06 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Northern Europe, yes. I'm... well I started out as not immortal and definitely was killable, but now I think technically I'm a demigod? About halfway to godhood on the power scale sort of thing. And the gods can be killed, it's just really hard."

He listens attentively and to his credit does not laugh. That sounds like something he'd read in a book, but isekai aren't super popular in his time and he probably wouldn't know the term anyway. "Huh. Not an afterlife I've ever heard of, but why not?" He's reached the point of his life where 'this shit might as well happen' is a normal refrain. "That must have been really disorienting. I don't know what a 'cultivator' is - immortal master? Is that..." Oh gods he's trying to not be offensive. "Is that like some kind of immortal sage sort of thing? I think I've heard of those in books."

The smile he offers the other is a little nervous, but not really unhappy at all. "I didn't know I was the son of a goddess until about... a year or so ago? And since then it's been nonstop chaos. But I could see and hear ghosts growing up, so I always knew I was different, just not why."

Bob finally sticks his head out of the pocket and squawks. "Oh! And this is Bob. ... I named him as a child, so the name is a little..." Weird? Silly? Dumb? Any of those apply.
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[personal profile] highjustice 2024-02-06 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
He does ooze righteousness, but it's fine. You're outside of his jurisdiction. And he's a judge, not a prosecutor, anyway!

Well, no one can say he didn't try. It seems he'll just have to figure out how to deal with such a nervous person in the short-term, and hopefully in the long term, once Shang Qinghua realizes that Neuvillette, at least, isn't a threat to his safety, maybe he'll calm down.

Moving on, then. "Right now the primary concerns are shelter, food, and information," he says. "A dry place to sleep is probably the most pressing concern for most people."
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[personal profile] airplaneskyward 2024-02-06 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
Okay, he's halfway to ascension! Cool! Shang Qinghua is not as close to ascension as he should technically be for the Qing generation to ascend together, because he has not worked on those aspects of his cultivation the way he should have, but he didn't actually expect himself or the sect to survive long enough for their ascension to be a going concern, so! Anyway, if he ascends to the heavens, Mobei-Jun won't be there, so really, he's just probably not going to do that, whether or not he lives long enough to theoretically achieve it.

"It was definitely disorienting. It, uh, yeah, immortal sage kind of thing? You... do spiritual techniques and meditation and shit and gain magic powers, basically. And stop aging. Which is why I still look like I'm twenty."

"Seeing ghosts when no one else can and not knowing why, while working in the funeral industry, sounds... interesting." Actually, that sounds fraught to the point of probably shouldn't have brought it up! Moving on! "Hi, Bob." Shang Qinghua doesn't know English well enough to have real context on Bob being a weird thing to name a bird! "Nice to meet you, too."
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[personal profile] airplaneskyward 2024-02-06 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
Get used to nervousness, because Shang Qinghua is a reigning champion of it!

"A dry place does sound good, as long as it's not full of worms. I can go without sleep or food for quite a while! I have tried to learn anything I can about where we are, but I can't find... much to know. Boat, legs, plants, storm." He grimaces. That's not very useful of him. "I can of course focus on attempting to find additional information!"
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[personal profile] helborn 2024-02-06 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, I see. Yeah, that makes sense." Honestly he's also stopped aging but he's still a teenager so he hasn't really noticed. "'Older than I look' is something I've encountered with a good few people so far. Honestly a lot of creatures are older than they look." Even giants and trolls are older than they look. Not that it's... easy to guess their ages.

It's fine, he's not really all that good at social cues so he didn't even really notice. "He's -" The bird breaks into a series of weird noises and Casper rolls his eyes. "Yes, yes, you're very funny, now can you -" Squaaaawk! "Watch your language! Even if I'm the only one who can understand you that doesn't mean you can swear like that. I taught you better than that."

He looks up and scratches the top of his head. "Sorry. He's uh... mouthy. Beaky?"
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[personal profile] aureatefantasia 2024-02-06 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ Good, he took the direction. John considers that answer, though, arms folding. ]

So you play the part of a puppet for this mass, then, if you trust the darkness it inhabits. [ A neutral observation, and his head tips towards his left shoulder. Something in the shadows cast by his hood make his mask appear to arch a brow, almost. After a moment, softly to himself: ]

Weary am I of the tumult, sick of the staring crowd...

[ He shakes his head, pulling himself from that memory with a huff. He is fucking tired of the bastard constantly watching him and Arthur, though, speaking of a capital-A Audience. Though if John has no idea where he is, hopefully Kayne doesn't, either. But then... ]

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