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The desert. It's hot. It's sandy. It's filled with creepy monsters and things. But mostly it's hot and sandy and there's a whole lot of nothing. You appear and wonder "why am I here? What is there to do here? Is that a cow skull? Do cows live out here in this desert? How can cows live in the desert? Maybe it's a horse?" These are all very complicated questions with equally complicated answers but there's no one to provide them no matter where you look. Instead, you're given the option of walking. Forwards, backwards, to your right, to your left, any direction is yours to take. Try not to die from dehydration or something, that would be a sad ViViD death and the cow-horse skull might start laughing at you. I mean, you'll just start over from the beginning anyway but still.

Welcome to ViViD's new line of Vacation Spotlights: Desert Edition.

Moo-Neigh.


One wish, that's all you get.

Make it snappy, I don't have all day.

Actually, I have eternity but I just don't want to spend it with you.

//SCENARIOS.EXE


PHASE I

[ 6:00 ] So.

There's sand.

In fact, there's so much sand that there's probably already sand in your shoes and your shorts and all sorts of other places that aren't fun to have sand in. It stretches for miles and miles, in large dunes and deep dips, and above it all there are three suns that beat down upon everyone's backs. Why three? Because why not, that's why. Enjoy the sunshine and try not to get sunburnt.

You've got a long ways to travel before you find anything but sand, but thankfully you're not alone -- there are a bunch of unfortunate stragglers who are out with you, so it's time to make some friends as you travel. You've got pleeeeenty of time. No water though. Or food. Or... anything but human interaction.

Thankfully, it's only a matter of time before you stumble across your hot new ride. Thankfully, it seats two, so you and your new friend can enjoy a cramped road trip. You, this relative stranger, and the great... sandy... unknown! Good luck!

PHASE II

[ 6:45 ] If you prefer to not take your ride, you're going to wish that you did soon enough. Every desert level has to have desert monsters, after all. You're walking through the sand, trying to make it to somewhere that isn't sand, and then suddenly, the sand worms appear.

Or.

Well.

They try.

Unfortunately, they're little more than 5 or 6 inches tall apiece, and they'll mostly try to eat your shoes and socks. How scary.

Alternatively, if you have actually taken that sweet ride of yours on an adventure through the desert, you're going to hit something at one point. It makes a rather pitiful scream and there's a small bump underneath your tire before your car comes to a stop. You just ran over a sand worm.

Anyone who is intrepid enough to kill a sand worm though will find one interesting thing about them. They're filled with water, and you are very, very thirsty. Ew.

PHASE III

[ 10:00 ] It sure is hot.

And unless you've devoured one of those poor, sad, screaming sand worms, there's no water to be found. It feels as though you've been wandering in circles for ages, so perhaps it's really no surprise that the heat starts to get to you. First come the headaches, and the thirst. Then the dizziness and vertigo.

And finally, the mirages.

What you see is a waterfall cascading into a crystal pool, beautiful and pristine and painfully cool. It's just begging for you to come enjoy it, and -- wait, there's one more thing. Standing in front of that pool is either someone you care about immensely or someone you hate immensely.

And either way, the things they say or do will be the same. First they reach for you, beckoning, and they they start to detail all of the things they'd like to do to you. NSFW, SFW, loving or cruel or so many things in between, all that's honestly consistent is that it's pretty shocking.

Oh, and awkwardly, it seems as though anyone with you can see and hear that hallucination too. That's embarrassing.

PHASE IV

[ 12:15 ] Eventually, though, you'll find your destination. Or... at least, it seems like it should be the destination. The tiny temple is at least a change from the endless sand, and in the middle of it, there's a lamp. That sure looks familiar.

If you rub the lamp, of course, you'll release the genie, and he'll glance at you, and inspect his fingernails as though you're hardly worth his time, and offer you one, single wish.

As soon as you make it, well... You'll get the opposite of what you wish for with a sudden apology note in your hand. The card will read "Sorry, this level isn't entirely finished yet - Mosley" before immediately disappearing. Your wish will only apply in ViViD, of course, but hopefully you didn't wish for anything too crazy, or you might have made the level Much Harder for everyone around you.

BONUS

[ why o'clock ] One second you're walking along the desert sand, enjoying the eternally same view, and the next there's a sudden pinch on your ankle, and a scorpion monster scuttles away quickly. Whoops, looks like you've been stung.

But it's not poison, it would seem. Aside from feeling a little odd and having a mild fever, you're fine.

More importantly, you've now found yourself in possession of some... new powers (a la Spider-man), and they're...

Well, they're useless.

Maybe you can summon water now, but... only sulfur water. Perhaps you can now make pretty light shows and that's about all. You can see the future but only the next three seconds. The possibilities are endless, but what's for certain is that they're all completely and utterly useless to you.

What the fuck, ViViD.


[ Remember to apply proper warnings on threads with sensitive or inappropriate material and do let a mod know if your thread careens off into maiming or canoodling so we can lock the log. ]

//RUN.EXE

Welcome to Cerealia's fourteenth Test Drive Meme. For your convenience, we have compiled a post detailing everyone's arrival experience and a FAQ that should explain everything in more detail. Please read them thoroughly before playing. Thank you!

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lie ren | RWBY

[personal profile] fallsdown 2016-05-01 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
PHASE I: SUN


( ren sits barechested, his shirt wrapped around his head to keep the sun off. his legs are crossed, his eyes closed.

?????

at least he's not dead... maybe? someone should probably check on him. )



PHASE II: SAND


( he's... not a fan of the ride, to be charitable, but he makes use of it all the same. the desert is a travail leaving him desperately unhappy. already, the sun is causing his skin to burn a crisp red and peel — starting with the tip of his nose. when his hair falls away from the nape of his neck, spikes of paler skin peek through, patches left untouched by the three suns.

he could have walked for days and gotten nowhere. this cuts down this trip. he doesn't mind pink all that much, although he'd be okay without the teddy bear in the back seat.

watching him.

staring at him.

occasionally shifting.

yeuch.

the one thing no one expects while driving a barbie dream car through an alien desert though? a back-end collision. his vehicle lurches forward abruptly and the wheels screech, meeting more sand than they had anticipated. craning his neck, ren peers over his shoulder to gaze his assailant in the eyes. )


Ah.


PHASE III: UMMM


Nora.

( nora valkyrie isn't actually here, plot twist — but ren sees her, and so does everyone else who happens by. she's bouncing around in the pool. loudly, happily, nakedly.

ren's bare from the waist up again but for a very different reason. shirt in hand, he waves it, his agitation genuine and the pin his gesticulation spins on. )


Please put this on.


PHASE IV: TEARS OF AN ORPHAN


( his wish hadn't been said out loud — in fact, he hadn't even intended to make one, but thoughts will act as they are wont to do. what results from his silent wondering is a cruel joke, unstringing ren's composure and causing his mouth to turn. dead autumn leaves crunch under his feet and for a square distance of about five feet across by five feet down is a cemetery on a cool day. grave markers stained with age lack names or dates. )

That's-





Pretty morbid.
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[personal profile] heiro 2016-05-01 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
phase i;

[ Okay, well, for a couple minutes Izuku is still convinced that, just maybe, this is a U.A. security measure thing, but the lack of anyone he's ever met has him suspecting otherwise.

So, too, does the desert buggy. If you can even call it that. Izuku's a shy sort of kid, but he's also the sort of kid who can't leave people alone, so if you're looking like you're flagging, he's there for you.

Alternately, of course, you'll find him peering at the dashboard of the buggy muttering not-quite-under his breath.
]

No, but, it'd be counterproductive to booby-trap a vehicle like this so far from civilization, wouldn't it? It might kill the occupants and anyone nearby, but everyone here's so spread out, aren't they? Maybe it's wired to explode once it reaches a certain population density? Or location? Maybe I should check for bugs?

[ He will literally continue for this the next twenty minutes before trying to open the hood. ]

bonus;

[ Wasn't one set of superpowers he can barely use enough? Apparently not, says the universe, as Izuku rubs at the outside of his ankle between his school pants and his sock, pulling a small face. He doesn't feel too bad or anything, and if he were fatally poisoned he'd probably be able to tell?? Probably. As he pulls his hand away, he jerks with a static shock. How had that happened? He has no idea.

From the way his already messy head of hair is now sticking out even more, the scorpion left him with a nasty case of self-inflicted static cling.
]

wilcard;

[ hit me with anything! ]


ooc: izuku is from the manga, chapter 70, just before the training camp. i'm defaulting to no spoilers, but let me know if you're okay with or avoiding them!
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Cullen Rutherford | Dragon Age

[personal profile] ordaining 2016-05-01 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
<< I: Walking on sunshine... woah oh...

[ The heat is the first thing he notices. Ferelden and even the Free Marches, often had heat waves in the summer but nothing that compared to this. He'd been based in Haven and then in Skyhold so the contrast in weather is almost alarming when the sun(s??) beat down on the back of his neck. His armor is too hot and heavy for this kind of terrain, too. Cullen takes the first few steps forward, hand hovering over where his sword is at his side while he tries to take a good look around. The metal should protect him, but instead it weighs him down.

Thankfully, it's seeing everyone being just as confused as he might be that makes the frown on his face relax a tad. His arm even shifts to rest over the hilt of his blade instead. ]


Perhaps it would be best to take a look around? [ He offers to the nearest person, though it's mostly if they look confused. If not, he might also ask what kind of place this is.

The... pink car is another thing entirely though. If they see that after he'll stop with a rather hesitant look on his face, as if contemplating the vehicle. It's nothing like a horse and cart, that's for sure. It's also... small? Is it even for transport? Is it a toy? There are a number of questions that he could do with answers to, but asking whoever ended up stuck with him for now doesn't deserve that kind of pain. ]


Could we use this? [ There, something beneficial for both of them. ]

<< II: You drive me crazy aoooah aoooah

[ If he thought the heat was going to be the most uncomfortable part of this experience, he was incredibly wrong. Driving is out of the question for him, so whoever is with him will have needed to offer or suffer him pressing the wrong buttons and potentially reversing (which is actually more humiliating than admitting he doesn't know how to use this pink machine of death), so now he's stuck in the passenger side with some lunatic racing over a desert.

Varric often told him he needed to lighten up, that he looked too serious at times but even if he wanted to try and enjoy this experience, there's an underlying worry that the car is going to topple to the side and flip over when they drive over bumps in the sand.

Especially when a sand worm goes splat and makes the car skid.

Despite the fact that his chest tightens as it happens, there's no reason to believe he isn't in control of his emotions. The only difference is the way his brow twists into a deeper frown and he bites down on the corner of his tongue.

As soon as the car stops he calmly moves to step out of it. The slight wobble he has at first he can blame on him sinking into the sand. More importantly though, he moves to investigate whatever they hit.

His gloved hand slides over the sand, noting the wet patch. It's when he looks back he can see it's the only patch like it. ]


I think we might have uncovered something.

<< III: Oops I did it again... I played with your heart

[ Even after using the sand worms as a means for survival, it isn't enough to keep back the thirst when you're trapped in a desert with no food or water. The Templar Order had always been well equipped. Even when out on journeys it wasn't impossible to hunt a ram or some other kinds of animals. There were streams and rivers to use for water.

This had. Nothing.

The metal is probably starting to burn as well at this point, though sheer willpower is keeping it in place so he doesn't lose any parts of it in this hellhole. It's when he takes his next step that he sees her. It's been years, not as many as it would have been for other people to show up, but Meredith looks exactly the same as she did just before the red lyrium drove her mad.

There is no hesitation before he reaches for his blade, which may be alarming for anyone who happens upon this scene, but he doesn't turn his gaze away now. He's lived through torment, through anger and hate, through understanding and clarity. It's still chilling to hear her voice. ]


You chose to stop me, did you think there wouldn't be any consequences? With my protection Kirkwall stood strong. Have you seen what you've done? Your insubordination has ruined Kirkwall. Ruined the lands. Mages run free because of the Champion. Because of you.

Enough! I don't know what kind of demon you are, but I will hear no more of this.

[ ...Well this sure is a soap opera, isn't it??? ]
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nero claudius | fate/

[personal profile] rosaichthys 2016-05-01 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
1. curtain rise.

( sand. how nice! it's not like that's a problem for nero at all, what does pose as one in this situation is the heat. it's not quite right for a roman emperor to sweat and what she deserves is a nice long and hot bath but sadly, now is not the time! what the time does call for as she looks at the group of people around her — suffering from the heat above — and at that moment is when a great idea comes to mind. during her first life, she has dealt with all sorts of arts and that even going as far as architecture.

it doesn't take nero long before she goes as far as to build a rather big and large sand castle, one big enough that a king could call their castle and it's amazing how it stays up without falling down. the servant even going as far as to make holes that replicate windows and even a few limbs of people who might have gotten caught up in her hardwork's arms stick out in distress but that is not what matters! goodbye.. npcs.. you shall build the castle that houses her people.

anyway. )


Umu! ( standing in front of the entrance of the castle she has built. ) I would like to invite you all into my castle! The dreaded heat above us must be horrible upon the health of those around me, burdened with the heat on their shoulders! I offer homage inside of my castle, come and bask in the shade so that you don't pass out from exhaustion! For now, this is all I may give to you, my people, but as you enter please give me the much required praise that I deserve! I've done well!

4. opening act.

( well, when it comes to wishes, she's not going to admit her own towards some faux holy grail so far a small test she does wish for a hot bath. it's something she's been craving during her time here but unfortunately, the note is enough to tell nero that nothing here will go her way. what she is given is small white flakes that start to fall from the sky, and once one lands on her hand — she's able to identify it as snow. )

Huh!? You fool! This is not what I asked for! ( of course, the lamp is then throne down onto the sand as she glances up at the clouds that form above the surrounding area and snow continues to fall. now, since she's a heroic spirit, it doesn't bother her that much but she can feel the cold touch that it gives once it falls down onto her skin. standing in place with a frown upon her features, she casually walks around until she finds someone who seems to be suffering as much as her. though for who she has found, there is inspiration given to her as the idea changes the moment she looks at the snow and then at the person. )

You! Stay in place, I feel that this will do me nicely and pass the time! Allow me to make a sculpture out of you from this snow!

( maybe that's not a good idea, what if you freeze to death? well, nero isn't thinking about that at all. )

bonus. closing act.

( new powers? ah yes, how much she enjoys having rose petals fall upon her person but to be honest, she's not complaining. the female puffs out her chest happily as it's something that exerts her "aura" around her. but who is she just to keep the beauty of falling rose petals on her body to herself? obviously, she has to show someone, so what she does is search for the next person that she can find before calling out to them. ) Yes, you will do. Allow your eyes to gaze upon my visage, tell me how these petals flatter my appearance. I'm sure that you would know true beauty if it came up to you and asked. ( she's the beauty that's asking but the moment she clears her throat and a signature 'umu' leaves from her lips, the person before her is suddenly covered in rose petals. just covered in it and probably has to dig themselves out if they want to be freed. )

What are you doing, you shouldn't deny me of my attention! I asked you once, don't make me have to ask a second time. ( now with a small pause as she clears her throat, she closes her eyes as she speaks again. )

Umu! ( again, petals will rain down on the person, covering them once more from this false reality. ) Now bestow your eyes upon elegance! ( seconds pass and without hearing anything, she opens her eyes to take sight of the person covered in petals again. ) You are truly testing my patience!

wildcard.

( bring me your own prompt! i'll be down for anything! )
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Inquisitor Lavellan | Dragon Age

[personal profile] neverexpected 2016-05-01 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
II
[Here’s the thing about preferring to go barefoot wherever, whenever, and with whomever you can: toes make excellent targets for exactly the kind of nipping-prone creatures prevalent in this wide expanse of sand and glorious mistakes waiting to be made.]

[So when one of those brave little sandworms comes to attack, its tiny teeth dig into the delicate skin of Lavellan’s toes. She yelps with a swear, and stomps on the offending worm, too busy worrying over the state of her feet to look at the water gushing over, sinking into, and eventually evaporating from the sand below.]

[It doesn’t help that even more are popping up and wriggling around. Gross.]


Fenedhis!

[She really should’ve just kept the boots given to her by the Inquisition instead of stubbornly clinging to her Dalish ways. The sand and grit somehow finding their way through the leather and around her toes is worth not getting bit.]

[And they’re just a little ways back, where’d she’d thrown them away only a short while ago. Maybe she can backtrack and nab them?]

[In any case, you may want to take a look at the young elven woman shouting nonsense (unless you’re elven) and other, thankfully more understandable, things as she about faces and half scurries, half trudges through the dunes, worms nipping away at her heels. Occasionally she uses her staff to shoot a couple of magical bolts in their general direction, but her concentration is otherwise placed in getting the hell out of there.]

[If you’re extra cool, you may even have her boots in your hands and be willing to hand them back.]


III
[At this point, Lavellan has been trudging through dunes and desert for far too long, leaning heavily on her staff with each labored step. Despite her best attempts at retrieving her boots before, one is gone, and the other is just barely doing its job at keeping sand and stones away from her feet. She’d spit grit out of her mouth if it wasn’t dry to the point of her lips cracking, and even then it’d just be a nasty, muddy mix of nature’s finest abrasive and Lavellan’s potent despair.]

[So when the mirage appears in front of her, she can only blink.]

[Once.]

[Twice.]

[Three times.]

[And when the forms of her friends from the Inquisition appear, she can’t help the grin that spreads (painfully) across her face. With her morale boosted accordingly, Lavellan stumbles towards her Inner Circle and the waterfall behind them as they shout at her in encouragement. Nothing embarrassing on their end, small miracles, but on her end, however…]


Ah! Thank you so much, everyone! Are you all right?

Careful, Bull! You’ll snap me in two!

Oh no! Did I step on your foot? I’m so sorry!

Yes, yes, I know, my hair is dreadful.

Shall we go out for dinner tonight? You’re right! Why wait?! Let’s go now!

[To any bystanders, poor Lavellan is acting like a gracious host holding a very busy, if not intimate, party.]

[With no people.]

[In the middle of the motherflipping desert.]

[Someone stop her, please.]


[WILDCARD]

[WILDCARRRRRRRRRD.]
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Graham Specter | Baccano! | OTA

[personal profile] heartwrenchingly 2016-05-01 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
phase: i A
[ Somewhere along your travels, you'll find a man who appears to be wearing mechanics overalls and dragging a giant wrench across the sand. At first, it appears like he's leaving a trail behind as some sort of survival instinct, but upon closer inspection he's actually just walking around in a giant circle. On purpose. ]

Haa... what a tragic, sorrowful setting. So sad! Nothing paints a clearer picture of DEATH than a sea of sand, bones and the scorching sun. With each passing hour a man gets filled with more and more hopelessness. You know you're going to die! You don't wanna drink your urine - who would? It's disgusting. It's over! Aughhh!! I can't stand stand it, just kill me now!!! Hah! The desert is magnificent. It's a sight to behold! Do you know what makes it so beautiful? It's because they say that somewhere it hides a well. The Promised Land! But one can only reach it once they find the courage to navigate the arid landscapes and mirages. Do you understand? The desert can open us up to many new understandings. It represents hope! Oh man, now I'm getting fired up! I love this place, I love life!! There's nowhere else in the world I'd rather be!!!

[ And finally, he stops walking and turns to you. ]

Now you tell me something interesting.


phase: i B
[ Well, whether you've been traveling with this strange mechanic for the past few minutes or you just stumbled upon him now, you'll see that he indeed has found one of the pink vehicles! The only thing is, he's not interested in driving it, but instead he's taking it apart with his wrench. One by one, every piece with precision. ]

Oh glorious day!! And here I was hoping I wouldn't get to break anything apart-apart-apart. That was a joke, by the way. I was actually hoping for the opposite and it looks like my wish came true! Are you perhaps a genie? Did you grant me this wish, this thing that I get to dismantle? You know it's not even my birthday! Not that I know what day of the year it is right now. I mean, it could be my birthday, and I wouldn't even know. Hnngh! I wouldn't even know! Isn't this the most tragic day in history?! I mean what could be more sadder than that? Tell me! TELL MEEEEEEE!!!


phase: bonus
[ Someone sure did get stung by a scorpion monster, but not before Graham managed to rip the thing's tail off and make some kind of weird necklace out of it. He didn't kill it, of course! That's disgusting. ]

Hey, kid. [ Are you a kid? Doesn't matter. ] Do you believe in superpowers? You know, like in the comics, when the hero-- or the villain! Yeah! When they have something bad happen to them, but then it turns out it's actually a good thing? I've always been envious of such stories, how about you? Or perhaps it's a curse, depending on your point of view. To have these powers, this responsibility thrust upon you and you get no say in it? There's no way to reverse it?! I don't want this kinda power, it's too much! You take it from me!! TAKE IT NOW!!

... But you can't. This is my superpower. This is my origin story.

[ Graham picks up some sand and crunches it in his fist, and when he opens it back up, the sand is turned into... salt. It's salt.

Pretty cool, huh? ]



wildcard!
[ Make up your own if you'd like, I'll roll with anything! ]
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Yosuke Hanamura | Persona 4

[personal profile] youraffection 2016-05-01 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
Phase 1


[ Yeah. There's sand.

Not even the fun kind of sand. Not the warm, soft sand of the beach that just invites you out to the water or to build sand castles or, preferably, pile it on your friends. It's hot, coarse, plentiful sand. Like, way too much of it. Why is there so much sand? And why is it so good at finding literally every opening in his clothing? He'd thought these shoes were pretty snug, good quality--especially for what he paid for them. The might as well be a sandbox show.

Yosuke stops for the nth time that morning--it is morning, right? He's not entirely sure how he knows that but, hey, dreams are strange like that. You have this awareness and acceptance of the weird and misplaced. If this was actually happening, there would be a lot more cause for concern. Wouldn't that just be hilarious?--and leans against a nearby dead tree. There sure seem to be a lot of those. Pulling off his sneaker, he turns it upside down and knocks out the excess sand with a sigh. ]


This is getting pointless...might as well go barefoot at this rate.

[ It's like walking with two sandboxes on his feet. He knows that's a bad idea, though. At least it's early enough that it's not unbearably hot outside.

But wait, what's this? As he pulls his shoe back on and hops forward, he spots something in the distance...

Is that...a glimpse of civilization? Of technology? A mirage? Or maybe, just a miracle. Well, no reason to lollygag! This might be his lucky day! ]


Oh hey, it's--!

[ ...Barbie's...Dream Car...? ]

...Oh hell no.

[ Dreams are stupid. Are you going to drive it, fellow traveler? ]

Phase 2


...

[ Okay. So. It's not very fierce. It sure as hell is trying, though. And by trying we mean hanging off the end of Yosuke's shoe and aggressively gnawing at the laces.

Really, it's more annoying than anything. Yosuke raises a brow and tries kick it off. ]


Hey--

[ And it, surprisingly, clings on pretty well. His brows furrow together instead into a frown as he kicks again to no avail. That little sand worm has a good grip. Gritting his teeth, he starts to shake his foot vigorously. ]

Would you cut that out? Get off!

[ The worm starts to make a sort of angry chirping sound, which only prompts Yosuke further. So you may happen upon a guy hopping on one foot as he dramatically shakes and kicks his other foot into the air. Which eventually works, sending the worm flying upwards and Yosuke flying backwards--

--down a small sand dune. Into a hole by a tree, feet comically sticking out.

And the worm just lands right back on him. ]


...Uh...a little help...here?

Phase 3


[ WARNING: Contains spoilers for the end of Persona 4. ]

[ It. Is. Hot.

It is unbearably hot. Yosuke Hanamura was not made for this kind of weather. Sure, it's nice to have a little sun and sand every now and then, but this isn't the beach and this certainly doesn't come with the fringe benefit of girls in swimsuits. This is just torture. He knows his hair is probably a mess, too, because he can feel it sticking to his forehead and the back of his neck. The only thing that's keeping his shirt on is the fact that he knows that exposing your skin to the sun will just make it worse. He saw that on TV one time.

What would he give for a drink of water. Even hot water, just...water! Luck may finally be on his side, though--it never is, for the record--when he sees something...is that...

...water? A waterfall, even? Yosuke blinks, rubbing his eyes. He knows deserts are supposed to play tricks on you, but the image doesn't disappear when he does. ]


Finally!

[ He runs for it without hesitation, only tripping once. But as he comes up on the edge of the pool, he sees a figure... ]

A: The "Good" End??

[ Is that...Yu?

Holy shit, it is! He'd only just left for the city again the other day, but it already felt like way too long. How is he supposed to survive his third year of high school without his partner around? Seeing him, even in this weird, annoying, nonsensical place just brings a huge sigh of relief to Yosuke. Yu always figures out the best way to handle things. And even if he doesn't, Yosuke's there to help him figure it out. ]


Is that seriously you?

[ He can't help but laugh. ]

Oh man, it's so good to see you! I thought--

Yosuke.

[ The look on Yu's face is intent, but soft at the same time. It’s...tender? Tender is the word. He holds out a hand, trying to beckon Yosuke closer, like he wants Yosuke to take his hand. Yosuke, notably, does not. ]

I can’t tell you how long I’ve waited. To take your hand in mine, to be near you...more than anything I just wish I could kiss you. I’d like to hold you in my arms again, Yosuke. Wouldn’t you like that, too?

[ Wait...what? Wh--oh, uh...Cue some serious mental breakage and a few well-timed steps backwards. ]

Whoa, whoa, whoa!! W-what the hell are you going on about?

[ The hallucination treads a step closer, beseeching. ]

Partner...

B: The Definitely NOT Good End

[ Is that...Adachi?

Why the hell is he here?

Yosuke immediately ceases his approach, stance defensive and teeth gritting. Adachi turns slowly, the upbeat, somewhat idiotic facade gone completely. He'd totally duped them, gave them hints and led them around as he evaded their sight and accusations. Even if he'd been sent to face justice, it's hard for Yosuke not to feel his stomach churn at the sight, especially when a smirk spreads across Adachi's face, splitting it in two. ]


You!

Were you expecting someone else? C'mon, kid, put it together. But then again, you were never the brains of the operation, were ya?

[ Yosuke clenches his fist as Adachi steps forward almost lazily, shifting his weight to one foot. ]

I left you alone because you're brats, but I guess I was too nice! Let's make up for lost time.

[ Sounds like a fight is a-brewin'. Yosuke exhales sharply. This really isn't what he wants to do, especially when he's feeling dizzy and dehydrated. But there's no way he can let Adachi just waltz away, even in the desert. (Which might actually be the better option, if he goes off to die in the heat.) ]

If it's a fight you want, it's a fight you'll get!

[ Adachi snickers. ]

Who said anything about fighting? You wanna know what I'm gonna do?

[ Yosuke eyes narrow. ]

Wha--

I'm gonna ████ your ████. Just when you █████ we'll ████ ████ ███████████ for ███████████ and then I'll ███ ██ ██████! Like a damn █████ in the ██████ ███. Your ████ will be █████ for days!!

Wildcard


[ Anything not in the above prompts...come at me! ]
maidhem: livebites (whoa!)

[personal profile] maidhem 2016-05-01 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
Phase I

....Huh?

[Felicia crumpled up the wrinkled hemline of her skirt in her hands, eyeing the tiny, four wheeled vehicle in disbelief. Surely the heat had gotten to her and she had gone mad-- at least, it felt like it. Her sweaty fringe clung to her forehead uncomfortably, her cheeks were flushed, and her throat was parched.

People from the Ice Tribes of the far north didn't do well in the heat.]


Um.... [The out-of-place maid looked around, plainly confused.]

Where's the horse? How is this supposed to be useful without a horse?

Phase II

Whoa--whoooaa!

[The strange, squeaking bump that the plastic tires of the equally plastic chariot caused the entire machine to suddenly halt, it's battery overheated from the sweltering heat from the suns above them. Felicia, having recieved a crash-course tutorial in learning how to drive a kiddie jeep, pumped at the pedal awkwardly with her heeled boots before looking over at her passenger.]

Uh oh, [she intoned, sounding worried.] It's not moving. I think we've got trouble!

Wildcard!

[Bring Your Own Prompt!]
Edited 2016-05-01 01:58 (UTC)
relieable: (for his country and his king)

Osomatsu Matsuno | Osomatsu-san

[personal profile] relieable 2016-05-01 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
»PHASE I - SWEET RIDE

[so this is ViViD, huh? the way of the future. video games have sure come a long way! Osomatsu gazes upon the majestic desert, hands on his hips, eyes squinting under the blazing heat. look at all that sand.

yeah, this is going to get old pretty fast.

he looks around now at the other people. strangers, but there are some cute girls in the bunch. maybe he can team up with one of them to find the way through this level. and are those... cars? they're not real cars, they're toys, but you can at least still ride them. and, look! there's a red one. he's taking it.

or at least he plans on taking it. but it looks like someone else is getting to it first]
Hey, no! That one's mine!

»PHASE II - WORMLOGGED

[for whatever reason, you're with this bozo, who is either driving his toy car poorly, or not driving at all. yeah, you're probably the driver, while he's sitting in the passenger's seat complaining about how hot it is. by now, Osomatsu's taken off his red hoodie and rolled up his pants, and he's wishing he had a hat or some sunglasses because...]

Dammit, it is too hot!

[yeah, you're a freaking genius, Osomatsu]

I thought this was supposed to be a video game! This is way too realistic.

»PHASE IV - WHY ARE YOU PARTNERS WITH OSOMATSU?

[this grown manchild has fought with you about the car, and not even driven it. he's done nothing but bitch and moan about the sand and heat. and you had to beg him to share his worm-water with you. and now he's going to take the one wish for himself.

he snatches the lamp up, holding it out of your reach]


I deserve this wish! My life is shit and I need money!

[what an asshole]

»BONUS - LESSER PANDA

[now he's complaining again! because a scorpion stung him!

...actually, that's pretty bad, and possibly warrants complaining! he is sitting on the ground, staring at the reddened lump on his ankle. oh god, this was it. he was going to die. of course, this is only a video game, right? so he won't really die... but if wandering through the desert in ViViD is miserable, then dying in ViViD is going to be even worse!]


Hey! I don't wanna die! [he reaches out and grips your pant leg. pleadingly] You gotta suck out the poison!

[or you could just walk away. walk away and no one would blame you]
Edited 2016-05-01 02:27 (UTC)
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[personal profile] sweated 2016-05-01 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
PHASE III: senpai


[Everything seemed like it was taking a turn for the better, finally. Kenta is sunburned, sore, embarrassed at his inability to drive his buggie, and that's on top of being confused and out of his mind with thirst. He's never been this dried out. No training camp has ever been this brutal.

And then, he saw a figure and heard a voice. Half the desert probably heard that voice. Jun-san never was one to keep his voice down. It was such a relief, to see not just someone he knew but someone who would probably, hopefully help him here. They'd be able to relax, sit by the water (he's excited about the water too, that's what's really got him running), and figure out where to go and how to find help from here. It's been months since he's even seen Jun-san; he's not sure why he's here, but he can't imagine anyone else he'd rather see.

That is, until he gets closer to the oasis. When Jun's face is clearer, it's angry. Enraged. He bends down and hurls a handful of sand at Kenta, who stops in his tracks. He doesn't dare to go closer. Jun has a bat and in between telling Kenta he's not living up to expectations as a leader, that he should've been paying better attention and intervened sooner for Miyuki, that he's selfish, lazy, in between the insults he's gesturing out with it.

Kenta can only stare. Jun will calm down. He has to. They're all they each have here, or so it looks, and besides, does he not see there's a half-naked girl frolicking in the water behind him?? How do you want to act like that, and tear Kenta down like that, in front of a girl?]


PHASE IV: temple


[It's a building.

Kenta digs deep for the last of his energy and runs on the sand to get there. It's small but there's shade and something else, something very familiar.

What could he lose? Kenta rubs the lamp and greets the genie.

A gasped wish simply for water gets an eyeroll.]


So original.

[Then suddenly, the genie's gone and Kenta's left holding a note. The note is not encouraging, especially not when it also vanishes, and he still has no water. At least he has shade. He's just going to... stay in here for a bit.]

ooc: player's choice as to what's in the sandworms now!


BONUS: commitment to sparkle motion


[He gave up on the temple and Kenta is now wandering on foot again. Somehow, it only seems appropriate that on top of everything else, he'd get attacked by a bug. He's able to kick the thing after it stings him, but it doesn't change the fact that he's been stung.

At first he thinks what he's seeing is just a hallucination. The heat and dehydration and whatever was in that stinger have done him in. Then he waves his hand over his own head and no, the waves of glitter falling from his hands are as real as anything else that's happening right now. If he thought the sand was going to be tough to get rid of, well, he's never going to stop finding glitter. Rainbow glitter.

He walks with his hands shoved firmly in his armpits (it only seems to happen when he moves them around) until he sees another person. Hi there. There is now a six foot tall teenager, sunburned and desperate, running at you with clouds of glitter streaming from his hands as he waves them at you.]


Hey! You're seeing this too, right?
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Dazai Osamu | Bungo Stray Dogs

[personal profile] nolongerhuman 2016-05-01 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
Phase I

➟A

Aaahhh... It's so hot... [ says the man who came to a desert with a TRENCH COAT, though. oh, hell no he's not going to take it off yet -- it'd be awful if he lost it in the desert, you know?

but here Dazai is: face flat on the sand, groaning and moaning about life. ]
This is terrible, I have no motivation... I don't want to move...

[ completely awful. he's making sure to be extra loud about these complaints too! he turns his head to the side, slowly reaches his hand out to grab a handful of sand... he shovels it right into his mouth. munch, munch. he's eaten dog treats before if you think sand is going to stop him you're wrong (okay, but he might regret this later. save him). ]

➟B

[ okay, enough wallowing in the sand perhaps? because look at that, the discovery of the very bright pink carebear car! well, honestly, pink isnt' Dazai's colour but it seats for two... hmmm...

yeah, there's no way he's going to drive this when he can probably get someone else to do it, and he can just enjoy the nice car breeze... ah yes, perfect.

so... you might hear a very loud repetitive BAM BAM BAM as he smacks his hand on the hood of the car, looking directly at YOU. ]


Hey, is this your car? It looks like yours. [ yes. totallllly does. ] Wanna go for a drive, maybe?

Phase IV

[ what could get better than this? eating sand? riding in a carebear car? and now a chance at a single wish upon the rubbing of the lamp he found!?

well, that is mostly all inner sarcasm, but he's just going with the flow here. ]


A single wish... [ hand over his hand, inhale and then exhale. he knows just what he wants. ] It's my wish... To do a double suicide with a beauty. If I could have one wish, it would to have that beauty who would accompany me.

[ ah, but to his dismay, the genie snapped his fingers and gives Dazai the apology note. how... utterly heartbreaking. but he turns around at sees... HELLO, YOU. hopefully, you're a beautiful lady, if not... maybe it's the heat getting to him... who knows. ]

It seems like my prayers have been answered. [ he'll... grab your hand. ] Almost as bright as this desert sun, sparkling like the sun rays it emits... Are you the beauty that will accompany me?

heisuke toudou * wasurenagusa

[personal profile] sympathe 2016-05-01 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
> PHASE I:

( So, you know, this sand kind of sucks? The heat isn't helping, and it turns out that maybe Yamazaki was onto something with those exhibitionists clothes of his, because for all that Heisukes cover up this haori is starting to feel more like a death sentence than a uniform. Then he hasn't seen a familiar face for miles and — you know what, he could go on... There is, however, one light to this place. Sort of. Or well, it certainly seems to shine under the sunlight, anyway.

To be honest, Heisuke has never used a car. He's never really even seen a car. Being from the late Edo period of Japan isn't helping him here, but it's sure not gonna Stop him when he decides anything is better than trudging along like this. He figures out the important stuff pretty quick, too. )


AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

( Unfortunately, the important stuff doesn't mean brakes. That's definitely smushed worms on the front of his car too, so since he's coming right towards you, you might want to look out! )

> PHASE IV:

( He's just leading a very unfortunate life right now.

Considering those worms and all, Heisuke wished for the obvious thing — water. Except, the exact opposite of the cool refreshing water is already kind of everywhere in this hot and dry place. It couldn't possibly get worse, right? ...Right?

Or maybe it could. That sucks, especially if you happen to be anywhere near him when this wish is made. Obviously what everybody here needs is even MORE sand, after all! Heisuke, for one, is not having any of this. He's ready to run the moment he sees more of it piling up, and he's honestly able to keep up the pace just well enough that his feet don't sink in far enough to figure out that this may just be quicksand. On the off chance that he catches someone else nearby or in his path as he runs from this sandy tidal wave, he doesn't waste any time in either grabbing their wrists to pull, or just plain shouting out his warning.]


Run!!

> WILDCARD:

( Super open to any other ideas!! Hit me! )
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karna | fate/

[personal profile] vasavi 2016-05-01 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
PHASE I


[ There things he wants to ask, wants to know, but Karna has neither the time nor the luxury for it. There is one (or three) glaring confusions that he wants to be answered before anything else and anyone who might stumble their way over to this part of the desert will see the heroic spirit staring straight up at those three suns. While his vision occasionally adjusts to look from the first, to the second, to the third -- he never fails to tear his eyes away. Which is probably not good even for a heroic spirit like himself but it's not like the son of the Sun Godâ„¢ can let the fact that he has three fathers now go?

He's been out here so long that he's also terribly sunburned? Which might be a good thing when one considers that Karna is as pale as a ghost normally. ]


PHASE II


[ The nice thing about being a servant is that you don't really need to eat or drink. So through whatever shenanigans that lead Karna to squishing several sand worms while on his way only to find them filled with water -- well. It's without a second thought that Karna proceeds to take a few of the still alive worms into a hand and hold onto them for safekeeping.

Not because he needs it but because... ]
If you would, take these. [ Karna is more than willing to offer these water filled worms to anyone he may come across, especially if they're looking particularly like they're dying...the fact that you're essentially drinking from a bug doesn't seem to bother him at all either. ]

PHASE IV


[ Rubbing the lamp wasn't because he was looking for a genie, let alone a wish. Karna actually keeps his stoic stare on the lamp rather than the genie and while it may appear he's just thinking really hard on what to wish for...it's the exact opposite. He's really waiting for someone else, anyone, to come into the temple and find the lamp and the summoned genie.

Once someone does...Karna turns towards them and offers them the wish as if it's the natural thing to do. ]
Here. [ Of course, it's not as if Karna knows what'll happen AFTER the wish is made, whatever it may be...but if it's particularly disastrous then he'll just as naturally jump into action. ]
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Hiei | Yu Yu Hakusho

[personal profile] jaganshi 2016-05-01 02:41 am (UTC)(link)

PHASE #1
[ Poor anyone who ends up walking with Hiei.

He's still, stubbornly, in that black cape and outfit, one hand always on his sword, just in case. He trusts nothing, even this desert that he isn't familiar with, though he isn't exactly a stranger to eserts themselves - the makai has a few, and though he isn't exactly out to tour all of them, he's probably been through one or two in the 'short' span of his demon life so far. Thankfully the fact that he's a fire demon doesn't really make him all that perturbed by the heat, or the lack of food and water, just yet.

If he has to? He'll definitely make someone in to a meal. Hiei isn't really picky about meals, and the ability to barbecue something pretty easily, by hand?

Talk too much and you may become a meal.

If you manage to stick with him... the smol gremlin fits pretty easily in to the driver's seat of that little Care Bear Jeep. And isn't too perturbed by the looks of it to use it, either. ]


PHASE #2
[ The first bump and squeal doesn't even seem to phase Hiei a bit. But... it's the squealing that seems to fray his patience even more than the fact that he's trapped in a damn desert with someone that he doesn't really know along for the ride too.

Which may result in him stabbing one of them, the next time he sees them. A sniff to the blade, when he notices the clear liquid that comes out of them signals water, so...

Hi. Hiei is going to just pick up the sand worms and just... devour them. Water and protein, ok?

No judging! ]


WILDCARD
[ Anything you'd like to do with Hiei that I haven't put up? Go ahead, slam him in to something awkward. ]

Black Rock Shooter/Stella | Black Rock Shooter: The Game

[personal profile] stellacrinita 2016-05-01 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ PHASE I ]

[ Black Rock Shooter has endured many a difficult terrain, but none thus far can compare to a seemingly endless sea of sand. The sand gets everywhere, itches, burns, and the heat of the sun bearing down on her is easily the worst part of it all. The sand makes it uncomfortable, true, but she'd just stop and pour the sand out if not for the sun bearing down on her. Even her Rock Cannon seems heavier underneath it. Still, she can't stop. It's better to keep moving.

She's soon made glad of her choice to keep walking when she see someone crumpled down in the sand in front of her. She hefts her cannon up higher instead of letting it drag behind her so she can run faster toward the side of the collapsed person. ]


Are you alright?


[ PHASE II ]

[ Having found the Care Bear jeep with her newfound companion, Stella insists on driving it. She's got experience in such things, and on top of that, she doesn't at all mind driving something that's pretty cute-looking.

What's not cute is how she runs over a few of those weird little worms in the sand, prompting them to make godawful screams. It's certainly worrisome, and she brings the jeep to a halt as she catches sight of what happened to one of the worms not too far behind them in the little rearview mirror. ]


They're leaking water... [ She hops out of the car to go toward one of the worms as it peeks up through the sand. She cuts its head off, and sure enough, that does look and smell like water. Or rather, it doesn't smell like anything, meaning it's probably water. Drinking some of it from its neck, she's not at all surprised to figure out it is water. How weird, but when you're thirsty, who can afford to be picky?

Stella turns toward her companion in the car and holds up the worm. ]


Do you want me to get you one?


[ PHASE IV ]

[ Talk about a wish gone horribly, horribly wrong. Having made her wish from the lamp and its weird genie, Stella's soon wishing she hadn't. Who would've guessed "I want to find Nana" would turn out this way? The note was bad enough, as she didn't understand what it meant by "this level isn't finished yet," but the monstrosity that's here now? This giant version of the sand worms from before in front of her? This is just ridiculous.

To add insult to the sort of injury, this sand worm has a tiny mop of gray hair on top of its head, much like her sister. That's just rude. ]


This isn't Nana... [ If her companion didn't jump ship long ago and is still there with her in the temple, they can watch her heft her giant cannon up at the worm and blast at it. As the rock-like projectiles pierce the worm's skin, she pauses to both let her cannon cool down a little and to make sure her companion doesn't go do something foolish like attack the worm too. ] Stay back. I'll keep you safe from it.


[ WILDCARD ]

[ Any other prompt or idea you'd like to do that doesn't fit with the above! ]
Edited 2016-05-01 02:47 (UTC)
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Julius Will Kresnik | Tales of Xillia 2

[personal profile] hymned 2016-05-01 02:53 am (UTC)(link)

< phase i />

[ You know what? It's dry. That's fine. Elympios is pretty damn dry, and has been for decades, blame it on the energy and climate crisis. You probably could see tumbleweeds blowing by on the highroads right outside of the major cities if you bother to look. And Julius is no stranger to legging it out in the wilderness, even if simple camping trips tend to end up in them getting chased by bears or something.

The sand, on the other hand, is awful. There's not quite so much of it anywhere in either of the two countries' topography—Elympios tended a lot more towards barren dirt and dust than sand, and Rieze Maxia was fertile and flourishing and in general a lot more green.

Dress shoes are also probably not the best kind of footwear to be traversing the desert in. At least he's pretty covered up, between the dress shirt, vest, trench coat, and dress pants ensemble, so no worries about sunburn. Just heat stroke instead. Joy. A quick glance around at the gathered company though just shows that most of them are as unprepared for a trek in all this sand and sun as he is.

If there's someone looking like they're suffering a little too much from exposure, he might approach them with a friendly, disarming smile: ]
Hey, you all right? Looks like we're all in the same boat here. If you want, you can borrow my coat. Don't worry, it's not actually all that heavy, and it might just be better than getting sunburnt.

[ Or, if they've come across the Carebear Buggy(TM), then he'll just look over at whoever's nearest him with an amicable, if sheepish glance. ]

So, you want to drive, or should I?

< phase iv />

[ One wish, really? Even past the whole genie-spirit thing, that's a little too close to. Well. Relevant, ongoing(?) current events that he's long been jaded by for him to really be anything approaching encouraged by the offer. It's one long, measured look at the entity later (shiny scary glasses included) that anything actually happens because he finally decides to test the waters with a simple enough request and.

Those sure are granola bars raining down all around them. ... That isn't water. Or rations. ... Close enough?

Fueled by some unfortunate mix of practicality and curiosity, Julius plucks a wrapped bar out of the air around them while it's falling, eyes it (... Kitty Krisp brand granola bars?), opens it up, and takes a bite before having to refrain from grimacing. Those are the hardest, driest excuses of granola bars he's ever had the misfortune of eating. They might as well be sawdust in the mouth. ]


You know, I'm not quite sure what I was expecting from that.

< wildcard />

[ hit me with anything, I'll roll with it! ]
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Emily Madsen | Original Character

[personal profile] scions 2016-05-01 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
phase i.

[Apparent perks of being a hybrid: heat doesn't bother as much as it used to.

Downside: not as much as you'd think.

Granted, at this point, Madsen still has a short-sleeved jacket over a tank top, but she's rolled up her pants legs (though the boots are staying on, who the hell knows what's in the sand) and does have her sleeves rolled up as well, a patch of scar tissue visible on her right arm coming down from the shoulder. With the situation as it stood, she doubted people would be asking anyway when they had more important things to be worrying about.

Though that still begged the question of just why this whole fiasco was happening in the first place. Any further thoughts on what she's gotten herself into is quashed as soon as she sees the ... potential transport. Gold eyes blink as she regards it, opening and closing her mouth silently before looking back -

... well, at least she wasn't alone.]


Looks like there's room for two - you in?

phase iii.

[As if a reminder of her still all-too-human state (and just how long has she been in here, anyway? There's no way this could've set in so quickly), Madsen's been fighting off heat exhaustion, this time having discarded her jacket to show off more of her battle scars.

So it's no surprise that someone would be rushing to the nearest water source in a fucking desert - though the figure that's there has her stopping dead in her tracks, eyes wide.]


No fucking way... bird-brain?

[Lounging near the edge of the pool is a tall figure, muscular, with red hair and gold eyes eerily similar to her own, grinning as he gives her a wave.]

That really how you're gonna address someone who you haven't seen in years, kid? C'mon, thought I'd have more influence than that.

[She freezes in her tracks, only to clench both fists.]

Don't even try pulling that bullshit on me, you idiot. You're the one who thought it was a good idea to pull this. [One hand goes to her chest as she says that (if it were really him, he'd know exactly what that meant - and what he had sacrificed to make sure she live to see the end of the war), and there's a couple moments of hesitation before Nithal gives a hum, tapping a finger against his jawline.]

Still haven't figured it out, huh. The reason why I did what I did-

The hell are you even going on about -

[There's a moment's hesitation before he stands, the hallucination of her old partner brushing sand off his pants.]

Suppose that doesn't matter now. Question is, though - are you prepared to keep up? [His grin turns almost wicked, and she's immediately in a defensive stance -]

I took what you said back then seriously, bird-brain. [She doesn't return the grin, instead taking a deep breath. Looks like there's a fight about ready to brew.]

wildcard.

[Anything else you can think of or want to do a different prompt? Let me know!]
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dave strider ( homestuck )

[personal profile] switchback 2016-05-01 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
( phase i )

[ hot weather is just fine and dandy. Dave's from Texas, after all, and he's spent more than his fair share of time up on the roof, doing stupid things under the sweltering hot sun. also, his planet had lava. what it didn't have was sand. but that's fine. it's like a day at the beach.

except it's not.

this is about—well, three times as bad as the long-ago days of shitting around in Houston on a hot day, and as much as he may enjoy this over the cold, that doesn't negate that he is about as pasty as they come, and even with his god tier jammies and the hood up over his head to protect him, he still fries like a prawn under those suns. his freckly face (and pretty much any other part of him exposed to the sun) is a solid bright red by the time he reaches his sweet wheels, and he looks like death warmed up. a hot, sandy red lobster. sans claws. he's mostly kept to himself, albeit not necessarily intentionally—he had just picked a direction, tugged his hood down, and got to walking. after all, he's no stranger to adventuring and you don't get anywhere by just standing there waiting around.

once he hits the car he doesn't even balk at how it looks. it looks like amazing is what it looks like. ]


Yes. [ he says, almost reverently as he approaches, stumbling a little over the dune and reaching out to touch the glorious pink plastic. ] Hell fucking yes.

[ you better hop in before he takes off because he's ready to ollie the fuck OUTTIE. ]


( phase iv )

[ considering that Dave had most assuredly not been interested in gorging himself on the innards of the pygmy sand worms, and considering that he's been hauling ass either on foot or in his mega awesome care bear car for quite a few hours now, and considering that he is a teenage boy and still growing, and also not powerfully tempted to think ahead at a time like this, Dave's wish when he picks up that lamp is very basic, pure and honest.

he wishes for food. he holds out his hands (he'd rather not eat off the floor, although if he were forced to he guesses he would) and waits, eyes alight behind his sunglasses with unbridled, ravenous glee. but in addition to that apology card, what he gets is a single, completely picked clean chicken wing bone.

in retrospect he should have seen this coming.

there isn't even the faintest morsel left on it. not even a leftover dribbling of fatty oil. it's just a dry, raw as hell bone. a dog wouldn't chew that shit. he stares at it long and hard for a moment as if expecting it to do something—burst into a fully formed chicken, suddenly start spewing meat out of the little cleft thingy at the top like a slot machine filled with chicken, perhaps—but nothing miraculous occurs. in fact, after a moment all this chicken bone decides to do is crumble to dust at the slightest movement of his fingers.

he lowers his hands, lips pressed into a thin line. ]


I honestly don't know what I was expecting.


( why )

[ for a second, after that sting, Dave starts to get the inkling that it might be a good time to use his Time powers again. he hasn't really "felt" them since he arrived, if that's even a thing, but after he recoils from that initial sting it just pops into his head: do the timey thing.

so he does the timey thing: he holds his hands out, and a pair of timetables appear beneath his outstretched palms, spinning and churning. he lays his fingers against them and Does The Timey Thing—

but all that happens is that a bunch of broken old fashioned alarm clocks start flying from the needle of the record, spraying them in every direction. as they hit the ground, they all begin to go off in a magnificent/horrible cacophony of earsplitting ringing. quickly realizing his mistake, Dave drops his hands at his sides and the timetables disappear. he doesn't waste a beat: he turns around and starts frantically trying to stomp all the clocks to death. he smashes maybe two of them before he trips over his own cape and falls into the pile.

oh god someone please help. hell's bells are chiming (or shrieking discordantly, as it were), and he is drowning in them. ]


( wildcard )

[ come at me bro! ]
Edited 2016-05-01 03:13 (UTC)
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misaya reiroukan | fate/

[personal profile] roukan 2016-05-01 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
i;

[ even with thigh-high boots, misaya still finds sand beneath her feet, and needless to say, it puts her in a foul mood. there’s no food, no water, no shade — but at least everyone out here has the comfort of each other. how pleasant.

there’s also one additional problem: idle socializing doesn’t really fit in her agenda. so when a gaudy pink car shows up, she hops in, clearly intending to leave driving up to the person next to her. she’s only been driven around by chauffeurs, but in the case that neither of them do know how to drive, she’d figure it out… somehow.

at least there’s nothing but miles and miles of desert, where she probably wouldn’t barrel right into a group of innocent people. probably. she’ll do her best. ]


Do you know how to drive?

[ but in the moment, her tone is cold and authoritative, and her sheer insistence would probably compel anyone to say yes, even if they’ve never been behind the wheel before. ]


iv;

[ what she wishes for is something practical and uninteresting — a creature large enough to escort her through the desert, such as a horse or a camel. instead, what she gets is puppies. a lot of puppies. within the temple, at least ten individual puppies materialize right then and there — some of them look like hunting dogs, while other ones are white and long-furred, but regardless of how they appear, they all crowd around her enthusiastically, tails wagging at a mile a minute.

at first, she tries to push them aside with her hands, but then… hmm… she looks left, right, and when she sees no one in sight, aside from the incredibly tricky genie, she places her hand on their heads, patting them gently, and she’s even smiling —

but then there’s a noise — the abrupt click of someone’s shoe, or a chuckle from behind one of the temple pillars, and the smile immediately vanishes as someone else appears.

and here she is, still covered in Very Excitable puppies. what will this do for her reputation? she glances towards the dark, charging her eyes with magic in order to get a better glimpse of whoever it is. ]


You — you saw nothing.

[ her patting them, she means. god, how embarrassing. ]


bonus;

[ for an expert magus such as her, acquiring new powers is easy to adapt to. and to an extent, she seems to be having fun with it, conjuring up pieces of ice and chucking them at the water-filled worms with ease. by now, there’s a puddle around her, which cycles between quickly being replenished and quickly evaporating.

it’s ice that tastes… inedible, however — maybe it’s far too salty, or would stick to your tongue without melting. and even if it manages to be stomached, it’s certainly not something that would quench anyone’s thirst in the desert.

in the midst of this, perhaps one of these chunks of ice will head your way and smack you — right in the head. after all, misaya’s aim with her magecraft is impeccable.

and true to her nature, instead of apologizing right away, she speaks up snappishly. ]


Did I say you could be in my way?


wildcard;

[ another prompt in mind? i’m good with anything! ]
malfurion: (dafuq)

Malfurion Stormrage | Warcraft

[personal profile] malfurion 2016-05-01 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
Phase I

[Malfurion held his hand over his eyes to shield his vision from the harsh sun. Daylight gave him a hard time as it was, nevermind in such an intensity. He watched inquisitively as a fellow straggler starts trying to work the odd vehicle, slowly circling it to investigate it closer. He eyes it suspiciously, sniffs at it a few times and then makes a face. Smelt like some horrid goblin-built abomination.]

Is that truly the best thing to do? Surely there are better ways to go about travelling through here that are not quite so... [How does one say vile and obnoxious without being rude?] noisy and dangerous.

Phase III

[While the respite from the harsh desert was welcome, he was greatly suspicious of the oasis. He was used to tapping into the natural environment, but there was something different about this place, he just could not quite put his finger on what.

He holds his staff out, momentarily blocking those behind him from passing.
]

Hold, friend- we should tread carefully, I sense something is amiss.

Wildcard

[Pick your own scenario!]
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Haruhi Suzumiya | Disappearance of Nagato Yuki-chan

[personal profile] uncommonsense 2016-05-01 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
phase i.

[ This is probably one of the better dreams Haruhi's had, and she's had some pretty good ones!

It looked like she had a huge world to explore, like something out of a really expensive looking video game that was sprawled out before her. The sand that had made its way into her shoes even felt somewhat real, but that was the feeling of adventure!

She's already found a friend to tag along, and by tag along, it's more "she has already decided you're traveling with her because you're the first person she saw." The sun was getting hotter, but that just meant they had to get to a shelter quicker, right?

Which is why she's all over this new ride, excitedly running over to it at first sight. But... it's not all that impressive. Haruhi's not too happy about it. ]


Hmm, it's not really what I think a cool dune buggy'd look like... Oh well! Hey, get in! Let's get going!

[ Looks like she's already gotten over her disappointment. ]

phase iv.

[ This dream's kind of dragging on a bit long, right? She really should be waking up any time soon, but who cares? She's not having a bad time, it's a lot more interesting than staying home, and she's finally reached the end!

Of course, the magic lamp! Haruhi's grin would have to be surgically removed at this point... she's found something good, and she's gonna be able to make a heck of a wish once she rubs it! Of course, if you're nearby, you can probably hear the short argument unfold. "Huh?! Shouldn't I get three wishes?!" "What's with that attitude?!" "Are you even really a genie?!" As if the fact that he came out of the lamp wasn't indication enough.

Still, after the senseless bickering is over, Haruhi finally decides to make her wish! Let's bring them in! The aliens, time travelers, espers, sliders, let's have some fun! And the wish is granted!!!

Except, not really. Instead, lounging around are three blatantly boring looking businessmen, wearing suits and tapping away at their smartphones. Looks like they were trying to close deals, and they certainly aren't listening to Haruhi's griping.

With a frustrated groan, Haruhi puts her hands on her hips. ]


I knew that wasn't a real genie. [ Ugh! ]

bonus

[ So of course, she gets stung by a scorpion monster.

Haruhi thought she was a goner, that this whole thing would end tragically... but nope, she just felt a little winded. She'd be okay! Definitely! In fact... she felt better than okay.

When she locks eyes with the next person she encounters, she yells out. ]


Hey you! Stay right there! Oooohh...!

[ She appears to be charging up some kind of energy within her. A faint aura can be seen around her, and her long hair starts standing up, and it looks like she's going to be able to fire that energy out of her right hand...!

Except all that happens is that the aura itself just sorta. Disappears and her hair goes back the way it was. She can't even pretend to not look completely and totally let down. ]


I thought I'd actually fire something that time. Can't I at least shoot something out of my eyes?! I can't even figure out what my power's supposed to be!

[ Her power is literally just the power to charge up no powers. Great. ]
tamamoe: (Baby do you dare to do this?)

Caster | Fate/EXTRA

[personal profile] tamamoe 2016-05-01 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ PHASE I ]

[ To say Caster's miserable out here in the heat is an understatement. She can't stand this horribly oppressive heat, and her ears and tail droop the more she toddles along. But! What luck! That thing humans call a car out in front of her, and what a relief it is to see! ]

How cute!! [ She bounces over to it and climbs in, completely ignoring the weird bear in the back seat. Spotting someone else walking close by, she pats the driver's seat and calls out to them. ] Yoohooooo! C'mon, you! Be a sweetie and drive this thing for me.


[ PHASE II ]

EEEWWWW! Drive more carefully! You're hitting all those disgusting things!

[ Caster is very much not on board with the jeep having run over the worms. The sounds they make are just disgusting, and she has to wonder if her driver is running them over on purpose. ]

Oohhhhh, fine. I'll take care of it! [ She decides to take things into her own hands, and as more of the worms appear in front of the car, she flings little spell talismans at them to destroy them before the car can hit them. ]


[ WILDCARD ]

[ Feel free to reply with whatever other prompt you'd like to play! ]
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Caramia | Ozmafia!!

[personal profile] caraminya 2016-05-01 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
Phase I.

[ It's so hot. He's going to die, seriously, he's going to die with everything he's wearing. He cant stand it sweating so much having his hair stick to him like that it makes him feel so... uncomfortable! If this was karma for something wrong he'd recently done, he was so, so sorry. ]

"Who's idea was it to come here.."

[ Caramia seriously hated the current conditions, not only was he hot, but he was thirsty and super hungry too he could eat a horse at this point.

Cue his incessant stomach growling. It was loud, like a lions roar and....everyone could hear it. How embarrassing.

As bad as he was feeling though, it seems there was someone else who had it worse. Among the crowd of people he noticed someone collapse that was bad. Among all these people they could get stepped on if they didn't get up soon.

His protective sense kicked in. He approached the collapsed person and knelt before them. They were still breathing it seems, at least! ]

[ Caramia extended a hand towards them. ] "Ah, getting some rest is good and all Signor(ina), but if you lie there for any longer you're going to get trampled. Are you able to stand? If you aren't I could carry you."


Phase III.

[ It feels like he's been walking for ages. With the abundance of the same scenery it almost feels as if he's just been walking in place this whole time.

He's begun to shake off the dizziness, however the hallucinations have begun.

Not far he spotted a familiar face. It was his consigliere, Kyrie.
For once it was, relieving to see the scarecrow.
Being beckoned over Caramia picked up his pace till he met face with his Consigliere. ]

"Kyrie! Am I glad to see you we've been wandering out here for so lon-"

[ Caramia was interrupted by Kyrie who was handing him some..list? ]

Kyrie: "Ah, there you are. See I needed to have you take care of these errands, you can't refuse you know."

"what?"

Kyrie: "Are you listening? Idiot lion? I'd go with you but i'd rather not get a headache from the boring conversation, on the topic of headaches your cooking last time was so incredibly awful I wouldn't even be able to call that slop food. I could just shoot you three times for making me eat that.
Please make something edible next time, you stupid lion. Oh also--"


[ Kyrie just went on and on clobbering Caramia with insult after insult.

Eventually, Caramia just, snapped! ]

"AAH Enough! Okay okay I understand! Though if you hate my food that much why can't you just cook for yourself. I'm this famiglias boss and I'm treated as the local striking dummy...I can't catch a break even out here."

[ He was exhausted as he let out an irritated sigh almost forgetting the person who was with him. Ah, they had seen all that hadn't they. Great. ]


Wildcard

[If you have other prompts you'd like to try I'd be happy to!]
Edited 2016-05-01 04:12 (UTC)
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hideo katsumura | kaitou yamaneko

[personal profile] simplejournalist 2016-05-01 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
phase 1
[ Talk about unsuitability in climate; the last thing he remembers is escaping the hospital as soon as he got well enough to move around, and it was still during winter. So when he finds himself standing in the middle of the desert, he's wearing his winter outfit of multiple layers along with a winter hooded jacket.

Talk about overdressed for the weather, not to mention he's still yet to completely grasp what's going on. Even being with Team Yamaneko or his background wouldn't let him be completely prepared for virtual reality. ]


It sure would be better to scout around the area if there's a car...

[ Oh look, that nice ride. He makesa face at the sight. ] ...Seriously? Why can't they have a normal-looking car instead of... This?

phase 2
[ Hideo's been through a lot of embarrassing moments while he was with Yamaneko. He had some tolerance of getting in the driver's seat, but if it meant easier transportation than walking, so be it...

So there he is, on the car making his way. Or their way, if someone else decided to team up with him to tag along. When he feels a bump on the flat surface, he immediately stops to check what happened.

Oh. They ran over a bug. And there's water coming out of it...

On one hand, there's a method of getting water! But on the other... ]
That's gross...!

phase 4
[ So he's made it! Or so he hopes. You'd see Hideo's face light up when it seems to be the case, and then that brightness starts diminishing when he sees the familiar lamp. ]

I've got a bad feeling about this... [ But hey, since he's here he should try calling the genie out right?

And he does, and gives his wish of trying to get out of here. But it doesn't happen, and when he sees the note, he finally snaps. ]


SERIOUSLY?! At least make the complete stage then!!!

Makoto Kino | Sailor Moon

[personal profile] thunderboltprincess 2016-05-01 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
PHASE 1

[Okay, so this is NOT Crown Arcade. In fact, Makoto's not at all sure what's going on. She knows that she's supposed to have the other girls to her house for a study session in a few hours and she just wanted to stop off at the arcade to stare at cute boys check out the new video games. Just in case.

But, this is sand. This is a lot of sand. This is too much sand. And why is it so hot? Is that a cow? What...]


Um, Motoki-san? Hello? Is anyone there?

PHASE 3

[Even after taking the weird jeep thing and driving through this desert, she still has no clue as to where she's going and it's been hours. Everything's starting to look the same and she feels like she's been hit with one of Mars's fire attacks. There's sweat and sand in place she doesn't want to talk about and it's quite possible that she'd kill someone for water.

But, then she sees her friend near a pool of water. It makes sense that she would be there. And she's so relived that tears, precious precious tears, start to gather in her eyes.]


Ami-chan! I'm so glad you're here! I...

[But when Ami speaks, it's...enough to make her flush from her toes to the tip of her ponytail. It's not that she hasn't noticed that her friend is attractive. She'd have to be blind and stupid to miss that. It's that she's never heard her say such things. They're down right lewd.]

Wh-what are you saying? There are other people around here!

PHASE 4

[A TEMPLE! SHADE! BLESSED, BLESSED RELIEF TO THIS HORRIBLE SAND AND DESERT!

With as much strength as she has in her body, Makoto starts running as if her life depends on it to the building that oddly reminds her of the ruins of the Moon Kingdom. The first thing she does is find the darkest corner and revel in the good luck that has allowed for her to be free from the horrible sun.]


I'm going to have a sunburn so bad in the morning. Who thought this was funny?

[A gleam of light catches her attention and she turns to see a golden oil lamp on a pedestal.]

Did I just get dropped into the middle of some Aladdin story? What? Do I rub this and a genie [As she talks, she's moving over to the lap and rubbing it. Much to her surprise...][Weird factor is pretty high right now.]
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