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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!


featheradrift: (smirk)

[personal profile] featheradrift 2024-01-25 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Teyvat has it's fair share of non-humans who wield power over the elements, and given that Archons are usually part of a nation's governing structure, it's not uncommon to see long lived non-humans in positions of power. There's little meaning in questioning the source of one's elemental control. ]

At this point, you know more than me. But if I learn anything important, I'll be sure to pass it onto you. And if you need me to act, just let me know and consider it done.

[ For all the petty sass he had earlier, he's surprisingly genial now. It's one aspect of him that has always shone through his various iterations—an easy compliance to being ordered around. ]

Wonderful. I ought to introduce myself to the Lady Archon at some point, since we're going to be allies.
deerlisteners: (what a lovely time)

[personal profile] deerlisteners 2024-01-25 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)
A different sort?

[Alastor tilts his head again. He taps the umbrella with his claws and it grows wider to accomodate them both without having to be too close together. He wants to chat and keeping the other dry is a good way to keep him around]

I didn't know there was more than one kind! [Untrue. There are Sinners and then there are the Hellborn. But none of them are amalgamations of dead deities] Do, tell me more!
deerlisteners: (that it would surely be)

[personal profile] deerlisteners 2024-01-25 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[tap. tap. tap. preeeeeesssssssss. What an interesting form of magic this bubble is! He's not sure even his power could get through it. Maybe if he pressed on it long enough it would eventually weaken...

Alastor chuckles at Akechi's statement, his laughter augmented by a quiet laugh-track from... somewhere.
]

Well, the plants are alive, at least! Ahh-hahahah!!! [the laugh track increases in volume at his joke] But the people...? They're dead. They're long dead. Something awful happened here!! [and he sounds excited about it!] An apocalypse? The end of days? Oh-hoho!! Perhaps this ship was intended as an ark of sorts and failed spectacularly! So much rich history here.
mamamias: Mario pouting. (>:\)

[personal profile] mamamias 2024-01-25 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Hrrmmmgggggggg....

[ That's all you get from Mario for the moment, an intense hum as he scowls at his own hat, still wringing it between his fingers even if it's as dry as it's going to get, at this point. He doesn't know what to do. Most of his ideas come from his experience - how many times he's been around the block, how often these problems come with the same type of solutions. Find the power stars. Rescue the Star Spirits. Find the big bad causing all the problems and take them down. Even with ghosts - often they want things... Sometimes there is nothing you can do to help them, because all they want is mischief, but some are looking for something, or need some kind of closure, or...

Ugh, there really is just nothing to go on, here!
]

What we need is some direction... I'm-a prepared to explore every inch of this ship - [ no reason to rule out power stars, yet, even though he's pretty sure he's far, far from anywhere resembling home ] - but I'm-a not exactly in a hurry, with this storm...

Have you met anyone else? Do they have any ideas? I'm-a used to there being at least someone local around to tell me what to do, but I haven't gotten any clear answers from the ghosts! And everyone else I've met isn't local...
mamamias: Mario appearing deep in thought. (thinkio)

[personal profile] mamamias 2024-01-25 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Villain or no, Alastor's at least being friendly enough Mario's willing to be civil. Other than being weird, he hasn't given Mario a reason to do anything, otherwise. ]

Might'a be a nice way to get warm, if'a this storm ever ends...

[ He sends a glance at Alastor's microphone, appreciating. ]

Thanks for the light, by the way. I was getting'a tired of the dark.
mamamias: Mario just noticed something. (!)

[personal profile] mamamias 2024-01-25 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
A few people. [ Casper. Worm eater. Guy who got eaten by his wife-to-be. ] But they all seemed just as lost as we are...

[ Then he looks up at Childe, genuinely surprised. ]

Just worms? No ghosts?
deerlisteners: (and die)

[personal profile] deerlisteners 2024-01-25 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Hm. I'll be on the lookout for somewhere dry enough. [he could always dry out a spot pretty easily with his flames, but he's noticed that his energy levels are... flagging. Just a bit. He isn't able to pull on the ambient energy here, so he has to be more cautiuous.

Nothing his small Italian friend needs to know, though
]

Oh yes, of course! I'm sure you'll find some way to pay me back. [.... that sounded insidious. He looks up] Despite all appearances, it does seem we are indoors! See? [he shines his flashlight toward the ceiling] There's electrical wiring visible up there. I have theories... but what do you think?
deerlisteners: (what a lovely time)

[personal profile] deerlisteners 2024-01-25 07:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ah, what a charming and polite young lady. Alastor is always pleased to see someone with manners.]

Well, we can't have anyone going around not looking their best, can we?

[He vanishes his cane with a flourish, and he snaps his fingers. A crackle of black and green energy surrounds his new pal, dressing her in a knee-length pleated skirt, a loose button-down shirt and a matching cardigan. Her messy hair is tidied up under a felted wool hat, and he's provided a pair of fashionable, but sturdy, flat-heeled boots. Even he isn't cruel enough to put her in a pair of heels out here. Why, she'd be trapped in a swampy area in no time flat! ... Well. That might also be entertaining... Perhaps later.

Or, you know. To player taste! As long as it fits in with Alastor's Great Gatsby aesthetic, anything goes.

Her pajamas end up in a neatly folded pile in his open hand
]

There we are! Proper, but functional for this jungle adventure. It should do just fine until we can locate something more... permanent. I'll hold on to these. [the pajamas appear to catch fire with a brilliant green flame, but there's no heat or smoke -- they vanish into thin air.

... oof. Manifesting a simple pair of clothes should not be this taxing. It would be nearly impossible for Ochako to notice the subtle change in Alastor's grin indicating his fatigue as he turns away from her -- a microscopic reduction in its size, a minute decrease in the luminosity of his eyes
]
realfreedom: (4 🕯️ I’d whisper in your ear)

[personal profile] realfreedom 2024-01-25 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)

"The ship is... walking."

Honestly, of all the things Romeo has experienced in his unfortunate life, this doesn't sound that wild. And this fellow seems to believe it, so Romeo can't help but feel that, well, maybe the ship is walking.

He closes the remaining distance between them, happy to not be seen as a threat for once. Romeo wraps his hands around the rain-slick railing — he would rather not perish tonight, thank you very much.

At first, there's only darkness and rain. Clouds marring the sky. Isn't there some saying about counting the seconds between lightning strikes? Romeo counts up to five when a spark of lightning cracks across the darkness, and...

"Oh. Well, that's definitely not something you see everyday." Or so Romeo assumes. He's never left his hometown before, but surely a ship with legs isn't normal. It's absurd, even. It has to be. "This seems a lot more complex than a train. That's what most people would use to travel over land, right?"

mamamias: Mario grinning at the camera, mid-dance. (Default)

[personal profile] mamamias 2024-01-25 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Mario sends Alastor a dubious glance at the mention of paying him back, but doesn't comment. He turns his gaze upward as the light shines up there. ]

Cruise ship.

[ The answer comes without hesitation. Mario understands the layout of these halls well, and though exposed wiring is new, he's been across plenty of other tell-tale signs by now. Except any freaking labeling. Can he get a name of the liner? The company who built it? No???

Anyway.
] Heheh, sorry if I stole your thunder. What were your theories?

[ Are exposed wires next to all this wire an electrical hazard? ...men, Mario's not worried. ]
fallen_cetra: (Looking back all I see is broken lies)

[personal profile] fallen_cetra 2024-01-25 07:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[The pinch to the cuff of his sleeve is gentle, more to simply have something to ground her than to actually hold him. Nothing feels quite real, but the texture of the damp cloth helps her stay focused. The way he speaks helps her find a rhythm in the flow of his thoughts when both of them are struggling to sort themselves out.

But the more he speaks the more her expression clears, the more focused she is on him and his words. Slowly her thoughts begin to settle, turning over all this new information as her curiosity sparks to life, weighing his words with a tilt of her head and a soft hum.
]

The Primordial Sea sounds a lot like the Lifestream. Back home...the Lifestream is the blood of the Planet, all of the life on Gaia comes from and returns to the Lifestream. Every living thing, from plants to animals to people, their life force comes from the Lifestream. All their hopes and dreams, their fears and memories, it's carried in the flow. When they die, their life energy returns to the greater Lifestream, where it waits until it's born again as something new.

[She looks up then, her eyes wide.]

You're the guardian, aren't you. Fontaine is yours to watch over and protect, and that's why the water listens to you so well.

[The words you're like me are not spoken, but it's clear on her face and there's a recognition in her gaze, and she knows her comparison might be off the mark but something about it feels...she can't explain it. Aerith doesn't know for certain but there's something about it that itches at the back of her mind.]
mamamias: Mario nodding with confidence. (let's a go)

[personal profile] mamamias 2024-01-25 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"It isn't!! It's like nothing I've ever seen before!!"

For Mario, that's a rare occurence, so he's extra enthusiastic right now.

He seems perfectly comfortable hanging where he is, also. Though with his arm hooked securely, elbow bent, hand gripping his overalls, maybe he is fine.

"Trains? Over land? Sure." Mario is obviously a bit distracted. Even the roaring clap of thunder that makes him wait to speak doesn't seem to faze him. "If warp pipes aren't an option, anyway. But I love a good train."
Edited 2024-01-25 20:02 (UTC)
fabrications: (ʙᴜᴛ if i chose)

[personal profile] fabrications 2024-01-25 08:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Indeed, the smile goes nowhere near Akechi's eyes—but when Furina admits to not being able to do anything about the rain his expression takes on a cast of genuine amusement. He hasn't settled on labeling her a genuine liar, since it is possible that she was able to do something worthy of a title like 'Hydro Archon' prior to showing up here. Even Akechi has things he can do in the Metaverse but not in reality.

He does, however, feel safe assuming she's not quite as important as she acts. Only time will tell how fair that assumption is.
]

That's a shame. Hopefully this reality is different enough that we can't catch a cold from the chill.

[ He doubts that's the case, though. The amusement fades, though his smile stays in place as he offers a gloved hand to Furina. He would very much like to cast aside his affable, princely front, but until he knows where he is and how he got here he can't afford to alienate any potential allies. ]

Goro Akechi. I'm afraid I don't have such an impressive title as 'Archon', seeing as I'm only a detective.
featheradrift: (smirk)

Contents Worming

[personal profile] featheradrift 2024-01-25 10:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Oh, now there's a familiar voice mixed in among the hallucination of whispers and smells. Unless he's gone so insane as to start hallucinating the voice of the most pathetic Fatui Harbinger, that kid might actually be on the ship.

He's gotten used to dodging these worms now, since he can use flight to avoid them from the ground, all he has to watch out for is the worms from above. It makes for good evasion practice, at least (though honestly, using falling worms as evasion practice... this has to be a new low for him.)

Anyway, he speeds through the halls, ignoring the quiet murmurs and trying to pinpoint the origin of the yelling. He almost speeds past the hallway Childe is in but quickly catches himself before the man spots him. Not that the ginger is paying attention anyway, so frantic to rid himself of worms. (The Wanderer gets it. But also, what a pitiful sight. A Harbinger, panicking because of worms? Truly, their reputation is being dragged through the mud at this moment. Good thing he doesn't have to give a flying fuck about them anymore!)

The drifter quietly trails behind the panicking Hydro user as he stumbles into the balcony and the worms are washed away. Now that he wasn't freaking out, the drifter could finally talk to him.

He lands silently just a few feet from the entrance to the balcony and secures his wide-brimmed hat on his head. With purposeful steps, loud enough for Childe to hear, he enters the balcony.
]

What's the matter? You're looking a bit... under the weather.
highjustice: (HM.)

[personal profile] highjustice 2024-01-25 10:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's certainly a turnaround - one that makes Neuvillette wonder, a little, in the back of his mind. But then, there are plenty of people who have come to view the rest of the world as enemies, simply because no one ever offered them a hand.]

The only other item of note that I have is that this storm is unnatural - whatever force lies beyond it is deeply enraged. Unfortunately, Hydro energy carries only the emotions, not the reasons behind them.

[Natural storms of this strength are rare, and given everything else it's not hard to guess that this is not one - but confirmation never hurts.

The mention of Furina brings a faint smile to his face, although, internally, his thoughts are more like please get along.]


Aside from myself and Furina, I haven't encountered anyone else from Teyvat - though there are a number of people from elsewhere, which raises its own set of questions.
deerlisteners: (to smile while you suffocate)

[personal profile] deerlisteners 2024-01-25 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[There's a quiet sound like the screech of feedback from a microphone and Alastor twitches almost imperceptibly. No, he does not like his thunder stolen........ Ahem. He adjusts his bow tie and then claps politely, accompanied by the sound of static-ridden audience applause]

Well, well! [a small crackle of static and indiscernible radio chatter] Very good! That was my guess as well! I've never been on one so large myself, but it reminds me of the paddleboats I used to see at the port, day in and day out.
highjustice: (at a distance)

[personal profile] highjustice 2024-01-25 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[She seems to be relaxing, drawn back into the discussion. That's good. If the plants breathe a sigh of relief, they aren't the only ones. Neuvillette is poor at knowing how to comfort someone, but it seems that for once, he's managed without making any missteps.]

It's not an inaccurate comparison, though there are really two such forces in Teyvat. Hydro does hold memories, but not well or for long periods on its own. However, those memories are then absorbed by the roots of the tree Irminsul, which is at the core of the Dendro Archon's power. Dreams and memories are far more her domain than mine.

[He doesn't deny her conclusion - 'guardian' is perhaps one of the most accurate terms for what he is, when you boil it down to its essentials.

And yet at the same time... Guardianship of the Primordial Sea is something that resided in him from birth, something that he had neither the chance nor the inclination to truly refuse. But guardianship over Fontaine, the nation that is the creation of the humans within it... There is no great compelling reason, on a metaphysical level, for him to protect it. He simply does.]


'Dragon Sovereign' is the most proper description of my nature, but you are correct in your observations.

[It's rare for him to state it aloud and openly, but it isn't as though he hides it. With most people, it simply doesn't come up.]
highjustice: (Default)

[personal profile] highjustice 2024-01-25 11:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Agreed. Better to take it slow while the environment is dark and hazardous.

[That's only proper precautions, after all! And with luck, when the storm abates - if it does - they'll be able to see more of their surroundings. Neuvillette can only glow for limited periods of time, and thus far he hasn't run into anyone with an easy source of light.

A Pyro Vision wielder would be a great boon, really.]


I've met several others, including from my home, but no one who seems to be native to this place. All of us are in equal states of confusion, it appears.
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[personal profile] vermillionpledge 2024-01-25 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[Alisaie frowns. She hadn’t really expected the man to know anything, but the confirmation that he doesn’t is still a disappointment. They really are alone.]

Not mine, either.

[He dismisses his cane in a motion oddly reminiscent of how she used to put away her aetherial sword, but much faster. She’ll have to ask him how he does it later. That, and how in the hells he’s been around for five hundred years at least. They should find shelter first, but the questions lurk in her brain begging to be let out.

Politeness first.]


I’m Alisaie. Who are you?
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[personal profile] fabrications 2024-01-25 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Akechi does, indeed, pick up on the strangeness of the random winds. He doesn't comment on it, though, already distracted by Neuvillette's introduction.

'Iudex Neuvillette of Fontaine' is a pleasantly detailed introduction, which doesn't do Akechi much good when he's not sure what it means. He can make some guesses, at least. 'Iudex' and 'Neuvillette' sound undeniably French to his ears, so it stands to reason that Fontaine may be a city or organization in France. But whether he's a man named Neuvillette with the title of Iudex, a man named Iudex with the title Neuvillette, or just a man named Iudex Neuvillette isn't something Akechi has enough knowledge to immediate discern.

So he sidesteps it for now, and instead offers his hand and a charming smile.
]

Goro Akechi. I work as a detective in Tokyo.
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[personal profile] helborn 2024-01-25 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[He closes his eyes for a moment, mentally calling Bob back. It'll take a few minutes, so he looks down at the stirring man. He wants to make a terrible joke - not the first time I got attacked by someone who was supposed to be on my side - but he holds his tongue.]

I don't know what came over you either, but... it's fine now. I'm sorry I don't have any kind of healing magic, but I did what I could. I'm sorry I hit you, I just... couldn't restrain you.

[He scoots back slightly, giving the guy some space.]

But you're okay now, right?
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[personal profile] helborn 2024-01-25 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh. It's not normal where I'm from, no. It gets them pretty frustrated, actually. It's hard being ignored..."

Though some days he'd honestly prefer it.

"... Yeah. I'm... one of those, if you hadn't guessed. ... It gets complicated."
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[personal profile] highjustice 2024-01-25 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Iudex Neuvillette of Fontaine - though I suppose that provides little information out of context. I oversee my nation's court system and many of its other affairs.

[Though his tone isn't exactly warm, it has the more relaxed quality of someone who is used to formal, diplomatic affairs.]
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[personal profile] helborn 2024-01-25 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
He looks over and... huh. He'd judge this guy's outfit, but he's seen weirder.

"It seems so. I guess it makes sense. I'm not a big fan of it either. ... But I'm less of a fan of worms when they're on me."
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[personal profile] helborn 2024-01-25 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"Over here!" Casper calls out - a lot of people might have trouble hearing her over the rain, but he has no real issue. He's been trying to listen for other people the whole time... he's just glad to hear another person.

He moves towards her, shaking the loosened worms off of him and trying to get somewhere less directly in the rain. He's still soaking wet, but he's had worse.

"Are you okay?" First thing's first, after all.

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