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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!


helborn: (the dark is scary)

[personal profile] helborn 2024-02-19 08:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Metaphorical darkness, got it. He nods in... some form of understanding. "But you don't like it?" Understandable for most people, yeah.
alzarian: (pic#17017226)

[personal profile] alzarian 2024-02-19 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Adric's only half absorbing what the guy's saying, taking a second to click. When it connects, he realises this man went through the same thing, but with his brother being the dead one? That's awful, and (unfortunately) extremely easy for Adric to relate to. He tries not to think of the memories that brings back.

Finally he looks up at the man, still kneeling in the wet dirt. "No, I'm sorry," he says, realising the man has nothing to apologise for. "Are you alright?"
helborn: (you better not)

[personal profile] helborn 2024-02-19 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)
He knows he's more of a fighter now too, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't prefer it to be different...

"Most people wouldn't jump to violence because they don't like him squawking. Generally words come before that."

Why is this guy just... naturally pissing him off? He doesn't like this. Stop that.
alkahests: (enтangled desтιny scorcнed ιn мιsтaĸes)

[personal profile] alkahests 2024-02-20 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ considering the representatives present so far? checks out. ]

So the storm's getting worse, huh ...

[ does it— coincide with more of them getting here? it's so oppressive feeling. it... can't be angry that they're here, can it? and the thought feels ridiculous to even think, but then again, lately he really doesn't know what to think anymore. ]

It was already going when you got here, right?

[ because if it was only just starting a few hours ago, then they're going to be caught up in this for a while yet, aren't they. ]
helborn: (is that what i think it is?)

[personal profile] helborn 2024-02-20 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Makes sense. Most people do." He's seen a lot, but generally people prefer being alive to the alternative. ... The blushing is cute. The blushing is super cute, and - "Really? ... Had a hard time making friends? Or just..."

How to put it? "People being too 'manly' to make comments like that?" He's not... totally sure that he's getting his point across right, but that could be either cultural issues or just socially awkward people being socially awkward. "But the different cultural mores affecting stuff makes sense. And I -" Oh.

Oh.

"I... uh. Mm. Canada just really recently legalized gay marriage when I'm from and the United States - which I moved to around that time - still... is slow to catch up. And my dad isn't... really accepting about that kind of stuff. And I mean, he grew up in a really different time but I -" ... Is he trying to make excuses for his father of all people, when he knows what his dad had willingly - presumably - been a part of? He clears his throat.

"That's not... really an excuse." His shoes are suddenly extremely interesting, pardon him while he looks at them. "So I kept it quiet. And... just became the quiet weird kid who was 'too nerdy' to be interested in dating. Basically cultivating an air of loserness to deflect... suspicions. So I didn't... need to tell anyone that I'm -" It's still hard to even say the word 'gay' without it feeling like an insult in some way. "That I like - that I don't like girls like that."

This is harder than he thought it would be. He's not even going to get into the 'Quebec is extremely Catholic' thing. It's not like he or his dad ever pretended to be religious, so Casper Senior couldn't have used that as an excuse. "Sorry, I... I never thought anyone would be... nice? About that?" He'd never even set foot in a gay social event of any kind - he'd known that there were people like him out there, but... he'd never asked. He'd seen people online but... he'd never really made friends online like that.
airplaneskyward: (sigh)

[personal profile] airplaneskyward 2024-02-20 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
Oh god Casper keeps smiling at him and he can’t handle it. “I, I mean, yeah, I’m not good at making friends, because I’m like, very annoying and no one likes me? Like, Cucumber-bro is probably my best friend, but it’s not like he really wants to hang out with me. And all my other martial siblings kind of hate me? And my— the other person I mostly spend time around is— I’m not totally sure he’s not going to kill me, like he did in the book. He— I don’t know if he likes me at all or even finds me… useful enough to keep around.”

Shit, Casper has had a way worse time on that front than Shang Qinghua has had, at least in this life. “My first parents were— I mean, I was sort of an unwanted disappointment anyway, so it didn’t matter if I wasn’t going to marry a respectable girl, it’s not like it would have helped? And I was a shut-in with no friends, I wasn’t… dating. My, uh, Shang Qinghua’s parents probably wouldn’t have cared, but they didn’t really—it’s probably very weird to have your kid be a grown man from a different world! I… haven’t seen them since I joined the sect when I was 12. And I’m not— like I said, no one likes me, like that either. I’m not— I’m used to being like. Alone. I have work! I’m very busy. But you, like… your dad shouldn’t have… I know America is like. Regressive. And ten years earlier… I’m sorry, dude, that sucks. I know from being the weird nerdy one, but… yeah.” God, he’s terrible at being sympathetic. He doesn’t know how to make Casper feel better about this. “I think you’re… very nice and likeable and… dateable?” Wait that’s a super weird thing to say. “Uh, I mean. Just like. I’m sure anyone would like you!” Fuck. Now you sound creepy and insane, this is why no one likes you, Airplane.
solardaybreak: (happy)

(we should probably leave this here, and move threads after this LOL)

[personal profile] solardaybreak 2024-02-20 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Nice to meet you." Mint grins. Maybe this won't be so bad. It might've been an absolutely horrible start, but there's at least one nice person here. "Another adventurer, huh? Nothing like it, right?"

She definitely hasn't noticed there's any difference in their definitions, but to be fair, adventuring IS about the adventure itself to a certain extent for her too. She's just also paid for it.

alkahests: (neverтнeleѕѕ тнe people ѕтιll ѕĸeтcн)

i should have known this would happen, but i, a fool

[personal profile] alkahests 2024-02-20 09:26 am (UTC)(link)
There's definitely no one here with it, trust. By which we mean, Vayne and Sulpher are probably not always glued to each other by way of one hanging out on the other's shoulder, so they can definitely split up to cover a little more ground in some of the more open areas? Clearly the most important thing here is the cat, and not the shadow on the other side of the room or hallway (that is clearly just another hallucination or ghost anyway, obviously).

To that end, the cat's ears prick at the approach of a stranger, swiveling in the direction of the whistle. He does not, however, approach Mario despite the clear beckoning, instead seeming half-ready to dart off in an unspecified direction, if need be.
alkahests: (sтιll тυrn тнe cogs oғ passιng тιмe)

[personal profile] alkahests 2024-02-20 10:10 am (UTC)(link)
Seeming sufficiently appeased (for now, maybe?), the cat lifts a paw to begin washing himself.

"I know some people might have less natural talent than others at certain things, um, powers-wise, but I always kind of figured they might be good at other things..." And just not figured out what those other things might be just yet, or something? No one having anything just sounds ... Wait. "Your first life?"

Somehow, with the way the man's been talking, Vayne doesn't think the man means dying to get here, or anything like that. Immortal cultivation doesn't sound like something you, ah. Cultivate in the few hours or so anyone's been here for.
highjustice: (tldr in progress)

[personal profile] highjustice 2024-02-20 01:01 pm (UTC)(link)
It may simply be nightfall; there is presumably a sun somewhere beyond those clouds, after all.

[Otherwise the plants wouldn't be so healthy, nor would the ones inside the ship grow to3wards the windows and the central gap.]

But yes. The storm was already in full swing - its condition has not changed much.
airplaneskyward: (oh hm)

[personal profile] airplaneskyward 2024-02-20 03:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh thank god the cat looked away. “I mean, some people are good at, like, cooking? Or writing?” Good at writing: not particularly him, he’s just good at volume! “But not anything like… supernatural?”

“I, ah, I died and was reincarnated into a different world. My first life was entirely mundane, but the world I’m from now is—a fantasy novel, with cultivation and demons and monsters and stuff.” He spilled it to Casper, but he wants to avoid telling anyone else that it was his own shitty webnovel. It’s embarrassing!
helborn: (even while distressed i have pretty hair)

[personal profile] helborn 2024-02-20 03:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"People shouldn't be rated based on 'usefulness'. It's really... awful. You're a good person, I can tell." He's pretty sure, at least? He can't really detect any lies from Shang Qinghua, so that must mean he's at least an honest person. Or he's hiding things with half-truths, but he'd like to expect good things from people even if he knows people can be awful.

And being a disappointment is something he knows a lot about. "It's kind of difficult to... I don't even know what I am anymore. I mean I guess I'm a demigod, but what does that even really mean? I guess I don't really know myself... other than 'nerdy' and 'nervous' I guess."

But then the other says that and his eyes go wide. His face flushes dark pink and he ducks his head. He has to hold it in and he's... he's not doing a good job. It's difficult to know that someone... actually cares? In some way? "I... um... I. ... Thank you? That's probably..." He sniffs, wiping his face with the back of his hand. "That's the nicest thing someone's ever said? To me? I..."

His voice is a little strained and when he looks up his eyes are damp and red. "... I mean, I've... I've been laughed at and thrown at monsters and even killed by people and it's..." He can't say he deserves it, even if he thinks he deserves a lot of it - it's his responsibility to carry burdens and keep going. "It's just really hard?" He's practically squeaking at the end and he clears his throat. "And... and people are... I don't know how to describe it but you're really different and nice and I'm sorry I'm having a weird breakdown on you, you don't - you shouldn't have to..." He turns a little, contemplating going and hiding to have a cry.
airplaneskyward: (wet)

[personal profile] airplaneskyward 2024-02-20 04:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"Useful is, uh, mostly what I've got going for me!" Fuck, Casper thinks he's a good person, that actually kind of makes him feel worse. "I'm not a good person, I'm-- my character requires that I be-- I'm the scum spy traitor, but it's not like anyone liked me before they knew that, and it's not like the people I'm spying for like me either, and you shouldn't just think I'm good if you don't know what I am, I'm like the second scummiest character in the novel!" Fuck not spilling that, he doesn't want to-- to make Casper think he's-- something he isn't. "Good was sort of off the list of options the moment I woke up as the baby that would grow up to be Shang Qinghua, haha!" Please don't hate him. But if Casper does, at least that's-- honest. And normal. He knows how to deal with being hated.

"You're-- whatever you want to be. You're Casper. Unless there's a whole myth about Casper the demigod forcing your hand, you get to make it up!" Is that actually encouraging? He has no idea. He doesn't get to have an identity crisis, he knows exactly who he has to be.

Oh god, he made Casper blush. That's-- he is feeling some kind of way. Oh god he looks pretty like that. Fuck. Be normal, Airplane. "People should be nicer to you, you're the one who's a good person! Shit is like, always hard, but it's not--you don't deserve to get the shit end of the stick! You're like, a legendary hero, and you care about other people, and you're nice and no one is ever nice to me either-- and it's? Okay? I mean if you want to like, not be around me anymore, that's fine! But, it's-- um-- fuck, I don't know how to be comforting, I'm sorry! I'm not like, good at people, and I don't have like, a script for what to do if someone is nice to me, I don't know what I'm doing, I just say things, I'm sorry, don't cry, I can like, go? If you want?" Good job, scum, you made the nice boy cry, you can't even be friendly right. "Fuck. I'm sorry?"
helborn: (why would you do that?)

[personal profile] helborn 2024-02-20 04:56 pm (UTC)(link)
All the other things are on hold right now as his brain tries to process everything and he bites his lip as he attempts to come up with a response. "I'm not good with people either but at least you're... you're trying? Which is... it's a lot better than a lot of people I know and it's... it's a good cry?"

He's pretty sure it's a good cry. It sure is a release of a lot of emotions he's having right now. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't - I should control myself better, I just..." He sniffles and wipes his nose, trying to keep things at least some measure of dignified? "I can't... people just aren't nice to me and it's... it feels weird but in a good way and I'm not sure why I'm crying anymore it's just..."

Tentatively, he takes a step towards Airplane. "... Is it okay to give you a hug?" Because being nice deserves a reward. That's how things work, right?
airplaneskyward: (wet)

[personal profile] airplaneskyward 2024-02-20 05:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"You don't have to-- control yourself! Like, you said about the-- manly thing-- like, I'm not going to like, judge you for crying? I cry all the time! I'm, um, it convinces people I'm too pathetic to kill sometimes, but obviously that's not this kind of crying-- and, um, yeah I know what you mean about like, weird in a good way? Because no one is ever nice to me either! But I'm not, like, you're nice, you're like, a normal nice person, people should be nice to you, you're not like-- you don't have my, like... disadvantages? You're great!"

...When was the last time someone hugged him? His parents probably did, right, one set or the other? Decades, anyway. "Yes?" He squeaks. What do you even do when someone hugs you?? Especially someone as nice and, and cute, as Casper?? Don't be weird, Airplane. "That would be, uh, pleasant?" Task failed successfully. Fuck. Is he blushing again? "I mean-- I don't know what I mean. Um."
astraldownpour: (nice)

[personal profile] astraldownpour 2024-02-20 05:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[Childe laughs, he gets it. He figures if anyone was going to try to find out if anything was edible.. Well. It may as well be him. He'd learned to get by on the few things in the Abyss when he was young. Not all of the meat he'd eaten was cooked, either.

Fire was risky, in a place of endless darkness.]

Fair enough! I don't mind doing a little taste-testing myself.

[As they passed a bush that seemed to bear fruit, Childe would pick a couple of the berries, sniffing them. He'd squish one between his finger and his thumb, licking some of the juice experimentally, ready to spit it out and move on if it made his mouth numb, or anything swell.

If he was allergic, or it was poisonous, he'd probably die anyways, but eh. That was the risk he was taking, here. It makes him wonder, idly, if his physiology was different enough in Foul Legacy form that poisons might not affect him the same. It wasn't something he'd tested before.

The berry was sweet, at the very least.

Casper mentioning he was too young to drink had Childe look at him, a little perplexed, almost sure they were closer in age. Far be it from him to judge, he'd been sneaking shots of Firewater here and there since he'd been enlisted, but the drinking age in Snezhnaya was 18.]

I suppose it doesn't matter all too much to you then, if your body doesn't let you feel any of it, huh.

[The berry he'd tasted seemed fine enough, just weird. Not quite something he was used to trying. He licks his fingers clean.]
astraldownpour: (pvp)

[personal profile] astraldownpour 2024-02-20 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[Childe is happy to keep a little distance between them, not wholly aiming to exhaust himself with this little game. His glaive's energy just barely clips the stranger and the thrill of it thrums in his chest.

Even if he wanted to wring answers out of the guy like a wet cloth.

The anemo blades sent back at him have the fatuus dodging--- the second one clips him as he tries to get out of the way of the first, slicing his shoulder. He laughs, pressing a hand to staunch the bleeding as he presses onward, forming another glaive, this time with one hand. He can't toss it in a big arc like he wanted to, but he could just hurl it.

Childe weighs the pros and cons of just transforming here and chasing the shorter man through the halls of the ship, but he knows it's a waste of his energy, unless they're really going to go for a fight.

Childe tosses the glaive, the electro weapon spinning towards the shorter man, while putting a little more power into his running, trying to close the distance between them.]

I can do a hell of a lot worse.
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[personal profile] helborn 2024-02-20 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[... Huh. He tilts his head a bit and watches Childe carefully... no immediate effects, at least. Hopefully none later.]

Not really, no. Drinking age where I grew up is 18, but where I moved to it's 21. For no good reason, but whatever. I was never interested in that kind of thing, but it would have been fun to try it. I can't really turn it off.

[It's annoying? Let him be a teenager! But no, he's a Scion. He's not allowed.]

[Huffing slightly he grabs a big leaf off of the nearest plant and chomps into it... before spitting it out and dropping the leaf.]


Ugh. Waxy exterior.
helborn: (is that what i think it is?)

[personal profile] helborn 2024-02-20 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
'Normal' he definitely is not, but he'll take it. He wraps his arms around the other, pressing his face against the older man's shoulder. His grip is a little tight, but it's firm and warm and so is Shang Qinghua and for a moment he doesn't feel the rocking boat or smell the scent of earth and plants.

All he can feel, all he can smell, all he knows for a moment is this hug and Shang Qinghua. It's warm and welcoming and the other smells... really nice? At least to him. It's weird and he's not sure what to do with that feeling so he sets it aside for the moment.

"Thank you." His voice is a little muffled but he sounds almost like he's going to cry again. He can't remember the last time he was hugged and it's... difficult. But the other feels safe and calming and he's just glad he has this moment. He rocks a little in the hug before starting to loosen his grip, taking deep breaths to calm himself.
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[personal profile] alkahests 2024-02-20 08:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Between the storm just being that bad, and the sun going down, I guess the better option might be if it's just turning to night...

[ but nightfall has its own dangers to deal with, he knows from experience. both mundane, in the perils that a lack of light in an enclosed and unfamiliar place might have to offer, and... ]

... There's been a lot of— um. [ he gestures, a little helplessly, at their surroundings, the shadows lurking in and behind every corner. the ghosts and voices that suggest the two of them and whoever else is on the ship are not quite alone here, only to dance out of reach and be long, long gone every time they're tempted to look. ] You haven't run into anything dangerous yet, though?

[ dangerous, hostile, territorial... you know. spooky haunted place things. ]
Edited (you know what i'm making this chronologically first therefore) 2024-02-20 20:37 (UTC)
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[personal profile] highjustice 2024-02-20 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's not as though there's that much light around them anyway. Enough to see on the balconies and topdeck, perhaps, but down below there's only glimpses of even the lightning.

Neuvillette genuinely has no idea what the gesture-and-um is supposed to be referencing specifically, but he nods anyway. The general assessment holds merit.]


Nothing dangerous or not save other people who are equally at a loss to the cause of the situation. There don't seem to be any local residents to speak to.
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[personal profile] airplaneskyward 2024-02-21 12:35 am (UTC)(link)

Casper steps forward and wraps his arms around Shang Qinghua and he’s pretty sure his brain just… stops. He’s warm and solid, broader than Shang Qinghua, more like the build of a martial cultivator, and just a little bit taller. His face fits into Casper’s neck, and the other man smells real and vital, like rain and sweat and human, and his qi is dark and quiet, in a different way from demonic qi… he can feel the demigod of death part, now that he’s touching him, and it’s surprisingly soothing for someone so terrified of dying. Casper’s hold is impressively tight for someone who isn’t a cultivator, but then, he has his own superhuman shit going on, so that makes sense. It takes him a second to sort himself out and bring his arms up to wrap around Casper in return, and he’s sort of afraid of holding too tight but he also thinks maybe Casper is sturdy enough he doesn’t have to worry about it?

Shang Qinghua thinks his eyes might be like, wet? A little bit? It’s warm and his mind is quiet for once and it feels like someone cares about him and he sort of wants to just never move again. But Casper loosens his grip, so Shang Qinghua forces his arms to unclench so he’s not clinging like a limpet. Being normal about this, Airplane.

He doesn’t know what Casper is thanking him for, if anything he should be thanking Casper. In fact, he will. “Thank you. This is…” For once he doesn’t have any words. Hopefully the other man will understand anyway. His voice is a little shaky, but it’s fine. Casper’s is too. He is going to hang onto this memory like, forever, even if Casper wises up and stops liking him.
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[personal profile] helborn 2024-02-21 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
Casper's soul is... strange. It's almost... it's there but it's not there, even if he's still somehow real and warm and vital. He nuzzles into the other almost without realizing it, taking a few deep breaths and trying not to be so overwhelmed. He pulls his head back and presses his forehead against Shang Qinghua for a moment and then leans back a little. He's still holding the other, but not tightly.

"... Yeah." He isn't going to push the other - he's aware that the older man is likely going to realize he's a pathetic little creature and push him away. But he's going to hold onto this moment too. He needs it - he's pretty desperate for the attention and he knows it. He wants to hold the other for a long time, but he's... it's not right. It's not fair for him to demand this kind of attention. He doesn't deserve it. No matter what people say, he really doesn't. He hasn't done anything good enough to warrant this kind of attention.

His arms drop and he steps back, his face still red and his eyes still wet. "... Sorry. I'm just... I... it's not like I - I mean, I don't know if you have someone who - yeah. S... sorry."
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[personal profile] astraldownpour 2024-02-21 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
[He's sure he'd be fine. Mostly.]

That's rough, buddy. Yikes.

[He watches Casper yank on a leaf and take a big bite out of it. He laughs when the other guy spits it out, saying it was too waxy.]

That's why I didn't try the leaves. Gets all gross. Try this-- It's not bad. A little strange.

[He tosses the other berry at Casper, before his eyes catch a fruit that could almost be an apple. Almost. It's up a little high, so he has to reach up to snatch a couple, on his tiptoes. They're a bit small, but very red.

Childe sniffs them, but it doesn't tell him anything, really. He passes one to Casper, before puncturing the skin of his own with his teeth and licking at the juices. Playing it safe. It wasn't very sweet, more watery than anything.

He figures if anything's safe, it's probably these.]
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[personal profile] airplaneskyward 2024-02-21 02:18 am (UTC)(link)

Casper nuzzles into his neck and Shang Qinghua is, for all his cultivation, only human. The warm animal comfort of it is… goddamn, this must be why people like being in relationships so much. If he was married like Cucumber-bro, maybe he would just spend all his time hanging out alone with his husband all over him. He doesn’t want Luo Binghe all over him—Bingmei still honestly creeps him out, but at least he and Shen-shixiong seem happy?—but someone like Casper… he can see wanting that.

Casper steps back, and Shang Qinghua has just enough presence of mind to not make a truly pathetic noise at the loss. He’s… he doesn’t want to be that kind of pathetic at Casper, weeping and clutching his thighs and debasing himself. He wants Casper to keep thinking he’s sort of a person worthy of respect, even if he’s wrong and Shang Qinghua will always be nothing but a rat. It’s… sort of nice to have something to live up to, instead of down to.

Then Casper starts apologizing, and—fuck. “I— you don’t have to apologize, that was maybe the nicest thing that has ever happened to me, and— please don’t be sorry about it? I, I mean, if you regret— it’s fine if you don’t want— and anyway you’re like young and handsome and heroic and your prospects are like great and I’m a pathetic old man with bad taste in literature and the fantasy equivalent of a degree in accounting— but you’re not, like, impinging on, like, I don’t have— all I’ve ever had is a crush on my favorite character who’s going to kill me one day because I’m very annoying and a scum traitor and— I’m sorry, fuck, I—“ He scrubs at his face, embarrassed of how visibly emotional he definitely is. He’s normally better at not having like, real emotions, only ones that are useful for survival, but the unexpected affection has completely thrown him off, it’s not something he’s at all used to dealing with. “I’m sorry I was all clingy and— like, usually the closest I get to someone touching me is Cucumber-bro hitting me with his fan, I’m sorry I was, I’m being— weird about it. Fuck.”

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