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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!


alzarian: (Scared)

Adric | Doctor Who (Classic)

[personal profile] alzarian 2024-02-12 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
arrival
Adric has had a difficult time getting it to make sense. First he thought: The blood must be his. No one else was on the freighter. But thunder cracks, and he's unharmed. A hallucination? A dream?

The problem is, even as he starts taking in his surroundings, getting his bearings, he just can't explain how he ended up here.

Is he still in the freighter? He must be, right? Except everything is moving, shifting. And even they had crashed in a jungle, and Adric had somehow managed to survive (which is improbable at best), how could the plants have grown inside it like this?

"Hello?"

There must be someone here. His voice would echo, if it weren't for the plants everywhere, not to mention the storm, drowning everything out. Literally, from the looks of it... Still, he's not easily deterred.

"Anyone?"

He tries not to lose heart at how small his voice sounds...


seeing is believing
There's no such thing as an afterlife in Alzarian culture. Philosophically, you could maybe argue for the cyclical nature of things. As a scientist, he knows matter will disperse and reform. But consciousness? Adric has no reason to believe in anything like that.

Well, until now. He keeps seeing things.

It's not like the concept of ghosts is unknown to him. That's what it feels like. Further proved by the fact that every time he tries to investigate, it fades away. If it was merely someone out of phase, like Biroc, caught in a different timeline... Or an echo through the timestream... He should be able to see it closer, right?

The first time, he hears someone trying to rescue someone, that someone's caught under the rubble. Of course he rushes to help. Then it's gone. And it happens again, and again.

Maybe he's just gone crazy. Or something is messing with his mind. If only he could find someone. But no, whatever it is, it's not real.

Yet that doesn't stop him from going towards it, every time he sees or hears something. Maybe this time, he'll learn something...


to run its course
Adric knows it's a long shot. He has no idea where he is or how he got here, and can find no logical explanation. Which means it's doubtful the Doctor would be able to either. They all probably think he's dead from the crash.

But they haven't abandoned him yet. They've always come back for him. The Doctor, Nyssa, even Tegan. She was so upset when he was forced to stay behind. He'd promised her they'd see each other soon...

He's not about to stop searching. The TARDIS can go anywhere. There's always a chance.

So he's fighting his way through the ship, trying to find any hint of his friends. Once upon a time, he was quite adept as navigating through jungle and marsh, but it's so dark. He doesn't see the root crossing his path - but at least the landing is soft, and he can't get any more dirty and soaked through at this point.

The flash of lightning almost gives him a heart attack. Not the light, nor the thunder, but because of the body in front of him.

"Doctor?!"

Adric scrambles forward towards the body of his friend, once again lost to the darkness. Lifeless eyes staring up at the ceiling, body just as covered in dirt and leaves and wetness as Adric is.

Before he can look closer, he freezes. There's someone behind him.
featheradrift: (smug)

[personal profile] featheradrift 2024-02-12 07:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ As he suspected, the idiot of a Harbinger wasn't pacified at all. Actually, he wouldn't be surprised if part of the reason he hasn't backed down is not because of his brother, but because he wants a fight. Even as a Harbinger the drifter had never saw it fit to indulge the man. A pointless spar between the two of them? He has better things to do.

Here, though... He doesn't. More than that, he wants to see how he measured up against Childe. He's far less powerful than he was before. But he wouldn't let that mean he's weaker than this brainless idiot.
]

Alright then, big boy. Up for a little game of tag? I'm sure you've played it more than a few times with your precious siblings. You're it.

[ With a little wave, and a sickeningly sweet, mocking grin, he turns and flies down a corridor. Come get him, kid. ]
whydoyoushine: (headache)

[personal profile] whydoyoushine 2024-02-12 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, even if they live in the dark, they're not Shadows," Zed says. "Because they would have listened to me, otherwise." Annoying, so annoying.
whydoyoushine: (Default)

[personal profile] whydoyoushine 2024-02-12 08:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[Zed has a sort of "what, are you stupid" look on his face because he is just absolutely confident in his nonsense, thank you.]

Well, I'm assuming she swallowed you before she swallowed me.

[Said as though of course everyone here should know who Gritta is and why she might be swallowing people.]

I really wouldn't have thought she had it in her to go for anyone else. Just not the type, you know?
highjustice: (sharp words)

[personal profile] highjustice 2024-02-12 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[Neuvillette stars for a moment longer, blinks once, and then says - ]

I can assure you with absolute certainty that none of that is the case. Putting aside that I have never heard of this individual in this or any other life, this ship is not inside of any biologically living creature. The Hydro energy would be significantly different.

[He knows water literally better than the back of his hand.]
airplaneskyward: (lowkey)

Person with cat | seeing is believing

[personal profile] airplaneskyward 2024-02-13 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
Shang Qinghua is aimlessly wandering the hallways when he stumbles into the path of another person, a young man with silver hair and an extremely anime-ass outfit.

“Ah, no, unfortunately. Absolutely no idea where we are or why we’re here. I take it you don’t know either! No one I’ve met yet has known. And we seem to be from very different places. There’s a cat with you! Another dude has a raven with him, so it’s not just uh, humanoids here.” He’s a cultivator, Casper is a demigod, he’s not convinced Wet Justice isn’t some kind of demon, and that’s not to speak of Scary Flying Guy. Two legs on all counts, though! Even if maybe none of them are human! It might mean something interesting if none of them are human, actually? He should mention that to Wet Justice. Or Scary Flying Guy next time he fails to avoid him.
fauxcalors: (thinking)

[personal profile] fauxcalors 2024-02-13 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
Furina's frown deepens. "I'm very sorry," she says, each word for once a complete truth, "but I do not think that even in Fontaine you would have found your answers." She's never heard of a Vision doing any such thing--like as not, then, the issue is coming from his side of the equation. But equally so, he would not appreciate her bringing that up. It's a moot point here, regardless.

"No," Furina agrees, now that her head is on a little straighter and she's clawed her way out of drowning misery, "this indeed does not seem to be Fontaine. Of course, this knowledge does not really make figuring out where we are any easier, because--while I have never visited your homeland--I am fairly certain this is not Snezhnaya, either. So both our memories of our last known locations are either wrong, or..."
fauxcalors: (vineboom)

[personal profile] fauxcalors 2024-02-13 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
[Furina's first (ignored) instinct is to be angry. To be fearful. She might have accepted that Neuvillette...has lived through and knows things that she doesn't, that in turn mean he knows things about her that no other living soul does--but it's still hard to hear him speak of them. It's confronting, and affronting, to think of him lying on her behalf.

But...all Neuvillette has done, always, is for the good of Fontaine. Furina can accept that and trust that, even if he's currently giving her heart palpitations.]


I see. Worry not, Neuvillette--that you felt this scholar was capable of such deductions is enough of a reason for me to trust your words. Especially if what you say regarding the knowledge he holds is true.

[Yes, Sumeru is the nation of wisdom...but surely such things are not common knowledge, even over there? How free is Buer with that which should be hidden, now that she in turn is free of her cage?

As for the matter of the Gnosis...well. She supposes there are no surprises in that direction between them anymore after all.]


I shall keep this in mind in the future, when interacting with our fellows aboard this ship. It will not do to get our stories out of order.

airplaneskyward: (wet)

seeing is believing

[personal profile] airplaneskyward 2024-02-13 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
There's nowhere dry in the halls, and there's nowhere colder than chilly, but Shang Qinghua can't really see a reason to stop exploring. Maybe he'll find something useful. Or someone, though he's losing hope of finding his king at this point. (Honestly, he'd even take Luo Binghe. At least his protagonist son could probably get him home with Xin Mo.)

He's been hearing noises that fade in and out and vanish with the lightning the whole time, and he's gotten used to ignoring them, but there's a crack of thunder and the sobbing he could hear... continues.

That's weird enough that he decides to walk towards that particular noise, and eventually he finds a girl in a blue suit and bedraggled hat crumpled against the wall of the corridor, sobbing like the world is ending.

Shit. He is not good at comforting people, or really any kind of interpersonal interaction, but he can't just walk away. "Um, miss? Are you okay? Sorry, that's a stupid question, obviously you're not okay. I, uh. Is there anything I can do?"
airplaneskyward: (lowkey)

[personal profile] airplaneskyward 2024-02-13 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
"Ah, well, what it's supposed to mean and what it means for me are sort of... different things, because the book I was reborn into was maybe a little bit, uh, sloppily written." Look, he needed to eat and he didn't have time to reread his own millions of words and crank out ten thousand words a day of shitty porn! "But it doesn't really matter! Anyway, yeah, you just sort of... inevitably keep heading towards godhood, you mean? I would have to make like, intentional efforts in that direction, it definitely doesn't just kind of happen, at least in my world, there are some books where Heavenly Tribulations just sort of randomly strike the worthy and call them up to the Heavenly Courts. Generally the worthy are at least cultivators already, though, so there is some work going on."

"We grunts deserve the respect, bro. We keep shit running. Like, nobody would have food or an intact roof on Cang Qiong without me and my grunt army. And you and your," he gestures vaguely, "Nobody in the modern day knows what the hell to do with a corpse, nobody can prepare someone for burial at home anymore, people would lose it without the important services of people like you! Honestly it was maybe a little alarming the first time I realized I would have to personally deal with corpses, even after I came to terms with the fact that I would as a cultivator at some point probably have to create some, because I grew up a shut-in NEET in goddamn Beijing, I was not prepared for the cultural norms of fantasy ancient China." Writing really doesn't count as employment, even if it did pay the bills, it wasn't a real job.
luciacorina: (angelmaker)

[personal profile] luciacorina 2024-02-13 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Do you have... some sort of magic, for healing?" You really don't want to risk a wound turning bad! Also, why is he so blasé about getting hurt!

Lucia Corina thinks probably sparring that friendly has killed someone, in fact. "Wouldn't it be better to save your strength in case of a real threat?" she attempts, instead. "Something brought us all here, after all. Something that didn't think it need... fear your prowess. I'm not a threat to anything but... clearly you are." She feels rather vulnerable, actually. Hopefully he's not inclined to extend 'friendly' sparring to everyone he meets. And hopefully nothing else decides to attack her. She seems to be the most... delicate, of those she's met so far.

And she doesn't know why she's here. She doesn't know what's wanted of her. She isn't going to be on solid ground until she learns what the expectations of this place are, what kind of cage she has found herself in. She turns her head away, hair falling over her face. Everything about this situation is making her more anxious.
Edited (emphasis) 2024-02-13 05:24 (UTC)
luciacorina: (2)

[personal profile] luciacorina 2024-02-13 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
Lucia Corina smiles a little. "When I make a ballad or an epic of an event, it always smooths away all the rough edges. People don't want to hear about, oh, chasing a goat around town for three hours because the rising undead set it free, or how we only found out about the curse because Rue tripped and fell in the holy spring, they just want to hear about an epic confrontation." She looks up at the dripping ceiling, eyes going a little vague. "It's a pity-- if there are books here, they're long lost to the water and the rot. Everything is taken under in the end."
luciacorina: (angelmaker)

[personal profile] luciacorina 2024-02-13 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
Lucia Corina can certainly recognize performance when she sees it, and the way the man falls into and out of that affect, how upset he seems about it... It's probably nothing like the same, but she knows what it is to have reasons to feel strange about performing.

"Up sounds good," she offers, instead of commenting on it. "I am not... I don't enjoy feeling confined." To say the least. "None of the plants have been familiar to me, either, let alone the... architecture."
airplaneskyward: (Default)

[personal profile] airplaneskyward 2024-02-13 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
Subsisting on water and naps: Points in favor of Wet Justice being if not a demon, something inhuman! Goes on the List.

"I haven't encountered ghosts either. Are they resentful spirits? Do we need to prepare for attack or exorcism? I think I have enough supplies for a few exorcisms, though maybe not enough to exorcise an entire cruise ship worth of ghosts, because that's a lot of spirits. Hopefully it's not that many spirits. Who's been seeing them? Do we know what's different about those they're drawn to or aren't?" He is a cultivator, resentful spirits are actually something he has the training to deal with!
featheradrift: (smirk)

[personal profile] featheradrift 2024-02-13 06:15 am (UTC)(link)
The names are definitely Liyuean, but don't match any location he knows within that region. But the strange tonal shift of his muttering... Setting? Translation effect? Hm.

He takes one step forward. Whether the other man—Shang Qinghua, was it?—interpreted it as menacing didn't matter to him.

"Hm? Did I hear you mutter something interesting under your breath? What's this about a setting?" He leans over Shang Qinghua, staring down at him with piercing eyes.
mamamias: Mario grinning at the camera, mid-dance. (Default)

[personal profile] mamamias 2024-02-13 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
"Battles, no, Bloopers, yes," Mario says, which can't be much help, but he is not thinking about how 'Blooper' is what they call them in the Mushroom Kingdom, and not many other worlds.

Mario shrugs, both unsure about the plants (it is kind of new for him, though, considering how rarely he sees anything that isn't coherent to one theme) and the supposed strangeness of how he got here.

"I mean, yeah, sure, it's part of the job," he's joking, probably, "or at least it comes with the territory." What does that even MEAN, Mario.
airplaneskyward: (scared)

[personal profile] airplaneskyward 2024-02-13 06:27 am (UTC)(link)
Shang Qinghua squeaks and tries to shuffle backwards in the puddle. "The setting where you're? From? Which is? Different from mine? I mean, no one else I've met here has been from the same place as me!" The System isn't punishing him for talking about transmigration, but probably most people don't want to hear that they might be fictional? And he doesn't even know for sure if this guy is, because if he is, he's from media that Airplane never encountered? He still sort of wants to assume everyone here is fictional, but he could be wrong! "Honorable master is just a normal polite way to refer to a skilled and respected cultivator! Or like, anyone else with notable power, I don't know if you're a cultivator, you might not be from a set--place that has cultivation! If anyone really felt like being polite to demons they'd probably call them honorable master too! And you were glowing! And flying!"
featheradrift: (looking 2)

[personal profile] featheradrift 2024-02-13 06:37 am (UTC)(link)
"Shut your mouth. You chatter too much," the drifter says as he processes the information. Given the names the other has given, it was entirely possible this sniveling coward of a man was from a different place altogether. This ship certainly wasn't anything that belonged in Teyvat. Its passengers might not belong in Teyvat either.

"I'm no demon. Merely a simple wanderer. Your words make little sense to me," he finally replies.
alkahests: (oн ancιenт words oғ ғadιng colors)

[personal profile] alkahests 2024-02-13 06:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ to be entirely honest he hadn't entirely been expecting a response, but. ah. they're very vibrant. much more so than anything else here he's seen so far. so they're real, probably? ]

More clues...? You've been here longer, then.

[ is the generous explanation, but vayne has no reason to yet assume otherwise. the cat has wariness enough for them both, tail lashing slowly back and forth from his perch on his pactmate's shoulder. ]

... Um. How ... was it for you when you got here?

[ was vayne's arrival situation unique, or was it something anyone waking up on this ship went through?

either way, it's starting to seem less like this is something he might have done by accident, but... well. that opens up an entirely new box of problems. ]
airplaneskyward: (scared)

[personal profile] airplaneskyward 2024-02-13 06:51 am (UTC)(link)
Honestly, he usually doesn’t make a lot of sense to anyone except Cucumber-bro! Sometimes he’s pretty sure his king is going to kick his teeth in if he doesn’t start making sense! He just sort of says things, dude, don’t read this much into it!

Also, simple wanderer his ass! Though who knows, maybe everyone flies in his world! Shang Qinghua isn’t asking, because he’s not being annoying and talking too much right now! He even obligingly puts a hand over his mouth to remind himself to shut the fuck up!

Really, if someone in blue was going to be mean to him, he would really rather it was his king! His free hand absently touches Mobei-Jun’s seal again, mournfully. Mobei-Jun could beat him black and blue as long as his king was here!
featheradrift: (you piss me off)

[personal profile] featheradrift 2024-02-13 07:02 am (UTC)(link)
...really. He levels a glare at Shang Qinghua.

"Do you also need my permission to speak? Are you that scared of me? I haven't done a single thing to you," he says, annoyed by the other man's cowardice.

This is the third time that he's touched that jade pendant now, the Wanderer notes. It must be an important possession of his.

"Stand up," he suddenly demands. "I'm tired of tilting my head down to look at you."
airplaneskyward: (shittalk)

[personal profile] airplaneskyward 2024-02-13 07:13 am (UTC)(link)
“Aiyah, you told me to shut up! One or the other, gongzi! I have a perfectly reasonable amount of caution around threatening people!” And he can’t tell how serious the threat is, so he’s going to make assumptions least likely to get him killed!

Because he can, in fact, be pretty trivially ordered around, he gets his feet under him and stands. Usually people complain about having to look up, not down, but whatever floats Glowy Flying Guy’s boat! Presumably he can go back to flying if he wants to be taller!
featheradrift: (bleh~)

[personal profile] featheradrift 2024-02-13 07:21 am (UTC)(link)
As Shang Qinghua stands, the Wanderer takes the man's distraction as an opportunity to swipe at the jade pendant hanging from the other's belt. If it was that important, how the other man reacts would help him figure out how dangerous this supposed coward really is.
airplaneskyward: (angry)

[personal profile] airplaneskyward 2024-02-13 07:34 am (UTC)(link)
Oh absolutely fuck that. Shang Qinghua dodges before he even thinks about it, muscle memory built from Sha Hualing’s attempts to steal his Peak Lord seal off him for bragging rights, and then he actually parses what just happened.

His sword is in his hand quick as thought, and he skips backwards, keeping his feet more easily now, getting the length of Kao Ci* between him and the shorter man. He doesn’t know whether this makes him doubly threatening, or if it’s mindless mischief— but then, Sha Hualing could and would cheerfully kill him if she was allowed, for all that she’s mostly merely mischievous.

“Absolutely the fuck not, what the hell are you playing at.” He’s dropped all the formalities of his second life. Cornered animals bite.

* I felt the need to have a name for the sword and it isn’t established in canon like other characters’ are so now it’s called 靠 trust/depend on 词 words, because I think I’m funny
featheradrift: (smug)

[personal profile] featheradrift 2024-02-13 07:45 am (UTC)(link)
"Ah, there you are. You've finally stopped hiding behind your act," the Wanderer says, grinning. "You shouldn't make it so obvious that that jade pendant is dear to you. You're just asking to have it stolen."

But the taller man had reacted very quickly—even faster than the man's mind could keep up with. That jade pendant must have been the subject of numerous theft attempts—and it was quite clear now that this 'coward' was well trained. As he'd thought, the cowardice was a front.

"Feeling like talking to me properly now?"

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