Test Drive Meme #1

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Welcome to Fernweh's Test Drive Meme! Do you have an interest in joining the game? Need to make sure the setting works for you and your character first? Or have you made the decision to join the game and need fresh samples for your application? Whatever the reason, feel free to use the scenarios however you wish.

You know what to do! If you don’t, just follow the instructions.

How To Play:

→ Comment with the character you would like to test drive (duplicates are allowed)
→ Choose a scenario or start your own
→ Tag around
→ Have fun!

SCENARIOS

01. Arrival

You have been sitting and staring at the sign above you for some time now, lost in a blur of swirling questions that seems to start with how you ended up there; in a place (and time, maybe) that you know you weren't an hour earlier. Or maybe you're an old hand at this by now and you've figured out that this is simply another stop that the multiverse bus has made. So why not get off and look around a little?

At any rate, the sign points you towards the direction of a place called "Gazin", which looks like a decent-sized town from where you stand. There has to be someone who can explain.

02. Around Town

So, you've settled in. Well, mostly. At least you know where things are without taking too many wrong turns and ending up in the less desirable areas of town. But now you can go about your day. Visit the market, check out the local shops or have a drink with a new friend at one of several inns.

03. Exploring

You've heard people talk about some pretty interesting places and now you're itching to get out and find them. Be careful though, there are creatures and monsters out there that will be pretty interested in meeting you and may wish to have you for its next meal. Better take someone along. And maybe some weapons, too. Make sure one is made of silver.

04. Monsters

So, you managed to find that location you were looking for. Good for you! Only.. it seems you've also found one of the native creatures to the area and you now face to face with it. Um. Good luck! We'll see you when you get back!

Hopefully.

05. Celebration

It won't take long for you to figure out that people of Gazin are, all in all, pretty happy people. It shows, too, when a seemingly quiet evening suddenly bursts into a random, impromptu party to celebrate whatever good fortune has touched a person. Name Days, good harvests, betrothals, weddings, or just life in general.

Sing, dance, drink and be happy, too!

06. Wild Card!

Want something else? Feel free to choose your own adventure or mix and match to create something completely different!

NAVIGATION

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Lyndon (The Scoundrel) | Diablo III (Reaper of Souls)

[thescoundrel]

01. Arrival

One couldn't precisely say that Lyndon of Kingsport was an old hat at hopping dimensions, but he had been to the Burning Hells, to the High Heavens, and several places in between and lived to tell the tale. He'd even rather recently faced Death and was still breathing, but nothing quite prepared the man for the sight before him: a heretofore unknown sign along a well-trodden road indicating a few miles in whichever direction it was pointing some unknown city would be found. Disconcerting as it was to suddenly be somewhere other than where he'd been, the thief takes it in stride. If the sizable crossbow slung over his shoulder or the worn hardened leather armor strapped across his chest are any indication he's no stranger to combat, and if the many pockets visible beneath his heavy coat are further evidence, he knows how to come prepared.

With an intrigued smirk, he tilted his head at the sign in question, inquiring of it as though it could respond, "Tell me, Gazin., what sort of riches do you hold?"


03. Exploring

Tree folk, wyverns, and deep caverns, you say? Lyndon knows the clarion call of treasure alright, and when the townsfolk's rumors of deep, unexplored caverns deep in the Vasari Forest reach the opportunistic thief's ears he can't wait to get started. He plays it mum, his preparation, of course. How else is one supposed to keep all those spoils for himself? But once the encompassing and the admittedly claustrophobic forest begins to close in around him he starts to second-guess his avoidance in involving others. A tree twists to life in his peripheral vision and his crossbow is at the ready, woefully underequipped to deal with wood.

"Nice tree-folk. No crushing the erstwhile visit to your deeply foreboding wood, eh?" The creature turns slowly, wooden flesh groaning under the dim-lit canopy, and it levels what he assumes is its gaze on him. "Surely we can come to some mutually-beneficial agreement? Say...50/50?"

Someone save him.

03.

[ofwovenstone]

He’s not the only one out in the forest, although the reasons for their being there couldn’t be more different. Cassandra has taken to wandering the woods regularly. Despite the dangers. She likes it there. It reminds her of the moments in-between battles in Rome, sitting in her garden.

And she likes plants more than people, some days. Which is... particularly druid of her, isn’t it. (She wonders what Keyleth would think, sometimes, when she allows herself the brief thought of Vox Machina. Of her brother. She doesn’t, often.)

But she’s out in the forest, which is how she finds herself nearby, as she hears the sound of tree-folk stirring. And the sound of someone attempting to barter with one. Oh Pelor. She’s made friends with the tree-folk; well, friends insofar as that she thinks she might have earned some degree of respect. They’ve seen her in their forest, tending to plants that have been damaged, or disturbed to the point that they would die if something wasn’t done.

So perhaps she can help. Or at the very least persuade the tree-folk that whoever this is means no harm to their forest.

“They’ve no interest in treasure,” she responds, announcing her presence even as she slips gracefully between the stranger and the nature spirit. There’s no bribing tree-folk. Not like that. “Nor will they harm you. Unless you bring harm to their forest.” She speaks with familiarity and her tone suggests that that would be a very bad idea for him to consider.

[forthejoyofit]

Arrival

Sweeney was, in a word, drunk. Not the kind of good natured 1am, here to party kind of drunk. He was the kind of drunk that one worked on until they'd cleared out every close local of their anything that contained alcohol and no one would sell you anymore. The kind that only ended in you passing out or worse, you sobering up into a hangover.

The ungodly groan that the tall man gave from his leafy 'grave' just outside of town by all of maybe 10 feet sounded more like something dying than something living, and it took another full minute for him to roll onto his hands and knees, another loud groan of protest at life to get him to his feet where he clenched his head between the heels of his hands.

It only took a crack of his eyes to see something very disconcerting for the nearly 7 foot man. "They've stolen my fucking boot." The sky was glanced at - a bad decision based on the squint and recoil, one hand coming to cover his eyes.

"Give me back my fucking boot!" he demanded of no one in particular, accent notably Irish but far from heavy.

Exploring

No one could really tell him how he came here, much less where he actually was. They kept repeating names at him to the point where it all sounded like nonsense and Sweeney found himself stalking off out of town, frustrated, sober, and ornery. Someone had to know. Someone had to have a better answer to 'Where are your gods' than laughing at him.

"I bet you're laughin', aren't you, you one eyed fuck," he muttered up at the sky.

As he came up across a small band of farmland, his stomach rumbled. It wasn't going to be the first time he stole food, and it wasn't going to be the last, but at least farmlands were something he was familiar with moving through. Sweeney and his one boot crept up on the farmstead, eyes sharply sweeping for any signs of life.

Arrival

[theluckygirl]

Claire has only been there a couple of days herself, the first of which was her looking unmoved and almost defeated. But she's been through this before, only the first time she had came to underwater. In a fountain. Across the multiverse in some mining camp. Needless to say, finding herself at a sign, across the multiverse in some medieval land was a great deal more preferred.

She hasn't made a plan yet and knows her purpose there is likely for the same reason she got transported to the settlement: her skills. But modern medicine isn't really a thing in this new place and so the night nurse had to adapt. Quickly.

Without really thinking too much about it, Claire ends up back where she arrives as part of a walk she decides to go on and ends up hearing the stern voice of a very Irish man.

Stopping a good distance behind him, she listens to his complaint, then closes an eye and carefully looks up into the sky.

"I don't think that's how you arrived," Claire answers instead, moving her gaze to him. "I mean I can't confirm that for sure but.."

Claire Temple | MCU (Netflix)

[theluckygirl]

05. celebration

Having been at the settlement before this, it was nice to have people co-existing along with the arrivals and not treating them like they were an enemy. Sure, there had been curiosity but there were others that had arrived before her and that had acted as a buffer and life in the town of Gazin had continued on despite the upheaval.

When a celebration starts at the local inn, Claire is more than happy to partake. Life back home wasn't exactly great and sadness seems to still linger around the edges, especially when she thinks about Luke and what had happened between them the last time they saw one another. But, a friendly attitude is present as the nurse finds a table to sit at with a drink she thinks is something closer to beer than whiskey.

06. Wild Card
[ Want something else? Does your character need some patching up? You lead and I'll follow! ]

[hearthunted]

Upon his arrival in Gazin, he'd gone looking for a doctor. He feels fine now, but he knows what Regina is capable of and wouldn't put anything past her. So he wants some sort of assurance. He doesn't find a doctor, but he does find her.

"You're a nurse?" All he wants is confirmation. "This is going to sound like a strange request." Especially coming from a seemingly sane man dressed in a vest and tie. "Please tell me I'm not about to die."

Graham Humbert/The Huntsman | Once Upon a Time

[hearthunted]

Around town

It hadn't taken him long to slip back into the Huntsman part of him, now that he knows about it. Graham had been a fabrication, anyway. The person someone else wanted him to be. But now, somehow, he has control over himself again.

He's shed the modern clothes he'd been wearing when he arrived in favor of something more fitting to the place, and the title of Huntsman. He's got a bow and a quiver of arrows slung over his shoulder. He'll have to pay them off, but with his arrangement to provide meat for the butcher and the taverns, that's something he can manage.

In fact, it's to the tavern that he heads, after dropping off his kill for the day at the butcher. He'll have a pint and maybe something to eat before heading home.

Monsters

It happens when he's out hunting. To the inexperienced ear, it might be just a deer rustling through those leaves. Nothing to be concerned about there, right?

Except that it's not a deer, it's some creature he hasn't learned how to identify yet, but you probably don't want it coming after you and he definitely doesn't want it coming after him. He doesn't hesitate; this isn't the first time he's come up against monsters, even if they weren't literal monsters like this one.

An arrow goes whizzing by and buries itself in the flesh of the creature, which stumbles out of the underbrush but doesn't fall. The Huntsman has another arrows nocked and ready to fly, and looks at whoever is unlucky enough to be between him and the monster.

"Run." He can handle this.

monsters

[bogwitched]

The mage wearing a very skimpy purple outfit turns towards him, her staff lighting up with white-blue light as she braces herself for an ice spell.

"Don't bother yourself, archer, 'tis as good as handled."

She's not quite as unruffled maybe as she would like to pretend, she was dangerously out of mana after running into some more of these beasts before, it'd made it hard to pay attention to her surroundings. There is blood smeared on her already, albeit not her own. Well, mostly not her own.

Clark Kent/Kal-El/Superman | DCEU

[ibelieveintruth]

1. Arrival

He'd been stepping out of his meeting with the Sun when he had stumbled and nearly fallen to his knees, feeling dizzy, blurry, and very unsure. When he felt the feeling pass, and looked up, he found himself in the middle of what looked like a barfight being conducted by LARPers.

A bottle hurled at him and he caught it as he staggered up, lifting it out of the way of two men who were fighting, and kicked one, gently, to one side, darting to the other direction as a woman twice his size lifted a table and hurled it toward a person who looked like nothing else but... well, a dwarf out of that weird trilogy of movies.

Clark caught the table, and set it down, then ducked under a man swinging at him, jabbing two fingers just so, and the man's eyes rolled up, sending him slumping into Clark. Clark gently set him into a chair, and stepped past him as well to the bar counter.

The barman was staring with an open mouth at Clark's performance and the first thing out of his mouth, when one thought about it, made sense.

"Stranger, do you want a job?"

Clark blinked, glances around, then laughed. Why not? He was in a weird place, lost, and either delusional or somehow... what? He took a breath, smoothed one hand down his suit as he put the bottle of whiskey down on the bar counter and nodded. Sure.

"I'll take it." And he raised a hand, catching a heavy mug full fo beer that had been hurled at the bartender from across the room with an impact that sounded like metal; striking metal. He raised it, sniffed it, and downed a long swallow. Hmmm, not bad.

The bartender stared, swallowed, and then nodded. "You're hired."

What else was he to do?

***

2. Bartending

Clark is settling in at this weird town, three days in, now, and as a bartender, a job he knows well, at least, he is finding his feet quickly. He has also noticed a space for someone to own a new farm, and room near another farm to do so, and even asked about it. It would take him time to make money, and earn the renown to be trusted so, but he was working on it.

For now, he worked the bar, his bulk, speed, and calm demeanor making it easier for him to keep the peace here. He had even borrowed a small anvil and bellows, and a large iron pan, and he cooked a little sometimes. A new thing, apparently, here. Plus his crossing of the room had apparently been witnessed by some local bard and been made into a song. Some people still came to see him. Which was silly, he felt, and he regretted, a little, making such a show of it.

But it was work and as he turned to spot another person coming to the counter, he smiled.

"Welcome. What can I get for you?"

bartending

[the_queen_of_thieves]

All things considered, this place is not too much unlike home. People will always be people and Eleanor Guthrie knows how to handle people.

Unfortunately, right now she needs to take care of more basic matters if she is going to find her footing in this odd little town she has found herself in. Getting work with a shipping company will be hard without credentials, so this lively-looking bar is where she goes to.

She sizes up the bartender, giving him a smile that shows maybe a little too much teeth as she leans forward, arms propped up on the counter. "Is this your place?"

Sebastian Carter Hokori-Anderson | OC | Arrival

[dulcet_cellist]

There is no feeling of panic, just quiet confusion and resolve that this is it, whatever it is. Wherever he is. The sign reads Gazin. He's a bit numb at the moment so Gazin is just as good as anything else he could have wished. Although, he'd never wished to be part of one of his fantasy novels and actually found his wish granted. Not like this. But wishing to be part of a story and wishing to escape are two very different things.

Sebastian has no idea where this path will lead, but he follows it. For now. It can't be worse than where he came from.

[affection_for_research]

Gansey had quickly accepted his new role and the new world he'd found himself in. It was frustrating to be away from his quest, but being spirited away to another realm was the subject of too many legends for his curiosity not to get the better of him. Once he was settled, he'd taken up exploring, which led him to the crossroads and the stranger that seemed to be numbed by shock.

Making sure to make enough noise that he'd be heard, Gansey cleared his throat to make sure that he had the newcomer's attention. "Did you just arrive?"

Ronan Niall Lynch | The Raven Cycle/Call Down the Hawk | Around Town

[un_wir_greywaren]

Ronan thinks it's boring without his BMW and street racing to spike his adrenaline and release the demons swimming around in his head. But he finds the town interesting enough to explore and visit a few Inns for a drink or three.

[affection_for_research]

They were going to have to find something to capture their interest since he knew that Ronan had to be going crazy without the BMW or the wild adventures that had kept him awake during the night. Gansey also knew that in a few days, he'd be in a similar state without the Camaro to soothe his overactive thoughts.

He'd been considering the problem carefully, trying to find a solution that didn't involve intoxication or near death experiences and had settled on one possibility. Catching sight of Ronan, he caught his best friend's arm, swinging him around toward the site of that potential solution. "This way, Lynch. I have something to show you."

Rhaegar Targaryen | Game of Thrones

[valiantdragon]

Arrival/Around Town:

A silver-haired young man eyes the sign, hands briefly pausing in checking over black armour with a red three-headed dragon emblem on the chest. A quick check at his side assures him he is still armed, but it's an almost negligent glance before he studies the town the sign points to.

Not exactly what he'd meant with the thought of being anywhere but at a tourney, even one he'd organized...

Rhaegar smiles half to himself and starts off toward town, where he runs into a wizard (he thinks!) who crams knowledge into his head (amazing ability!). He keeps looking around, quick to find temporary lodgings and removes the armor itself. There is no war here, he learns, and the armour is making the people here nervous. But he's not the only one with a sword, so he'll keep that at his back- only those from Westeros are likely to recognize it anyway, and he doubts many of them are here with him.


Celebration:

Now this is more like it! Rhaegar laughs as the music starts up and immediately joins in, singing as he learns the tune and borrows an instrument to play along. Much more enjoyable than dances and politics. And learning about the culture here is fascinating.

Spying someone who might not be having as much fun as others, he adjusts his part of the song to cajole and tease, hoping to at least draw a smile as he pointedly gives his attention to them with a flash of a smile.


Wildcard me!: Feel free to find him pretty much anywhere!

/SCREAMS

[thebrideoffire]

She had been watching him from the beginning, drawn by the sight of silver hair and purple eyes. She remembered him from the visions in the House of the Undying, but the face familiar and beautiful, but unknown. Seeing him play music, laugh and tease the others around him, in her heart she believed she knew him, thinking that blood called to blood, but perhaps it was hope making her jump to conclusions?

Regardless, she watched him, afraid to approach and have that dream (wish) shattered. It was only when he tried to make her smile that she was unable to hold back the question in her mind. "Are you Rhaegar?"

Captain Jack Harkness l Doctor Who

[captainspain]

i. Arrival

Jack didn't even blink when his transport dropped him on an forest lined road. It was just another Tuesday. He started walking in the direction was pointing not at all bothered by his new situation. He was all about the adventure after all and this was just the next one in his very long life.

ii. Celebration

Jack stood outside the group of celebrating people a soft smile on his face. He loved weddings because it reminded him the life goes on. That doesn't mean watching people in love didn't make him sad. He'd lost so many people and it made him feel lonely and lost. He sighed and sipped his drink trying not to harsh the group's buzz. This was their happy day and he didn't have the right to ruin it.

Re: Captain Jack Harkness l Doctor Who

[bogwitched]

Morrigan wasn't one to go out and make friends at a party, and she had indeed planned to keep to herself and observe only.

It was a choice that was made for her when a group of drunken youths stumbled into her, sending her in turn hastily stepping aside to evade being crushed and bumping into Jack. She jostled the both of them badly, and her drink spilled over the both of them.

"'Tis a right mess!" she grumbled, eyeing her soaked clothes in disgust.

Ludwig | Satellite City

[grandvoice]

01. Arrival
This wasn't the first time that Ludwig found himself on a completely new world, but this time there had been literally no warning of the change. One second before he'd been within Sullivan's study and now he was standing outside in front of an entirely unfamiliar town in the distance. It looked similar to the usual buildings that humans built, and thus no doubt the place was full of the simians given how well enough off it looked from here.

He was bound to attract attention immediately given his nine and a half foot stature, though compared to his other traits, his height would be the least attention grabbing thing he suspected. No those would likely be his clawed feet, thin legs (which made up most of his body actually) and thin clawed hands. This was to say nothing of the spikes and spines that lined his long thin neck (which looked like someone had carved a strip of tanned flesh from) and face. Nor the exposed line of teeth that graced his lips. His eyes might have been excused for contacts (if they had such here) if not for the rest of him, they were entirely black with golden irises and cross shaped pupils. A wild mane of black, blond and mustard colored hair graced his skull, half hiding some of those spines coming from the rear part of his neck.

Well...standing and staring at the sign nearby wasn't going to help him any. He'd never heard or read of any town bearing the name it gave.

He would need to find some way to deal with the staring or worse from those who resided in the city. "Bloody fucking hell." he cursed partially under his breath. It would appear he really didn't have a choice if he wanted answers.


06. Wild Card!
If you want to encounter him elsewhere (already in town? out there exploring? in the middle of a fight? or whatever takes your fancy) just throw me a prompt!

[bogwitched]

Morrigan was used to unusual sights, being a mage from a world with a large variety of creatures both sentient and none, but the sight of Ludwig walking into town was still enough to make her pause and raise her eyebrows as she studied him with undisguised interest.

"Why. You might be the most interesting-looking person I've come across here," she remarked, still studying him. High praise, coming from her, for all it was still a rude greeting by most people's standards.

Aella Tabris | Dragon Age (AU)

[fangoffenharel]

ARRIVAL.

Well. This isn’t what Aella expected. At fucking all. The landsmeet had ended, and she’d spared Loghain’s life. Because no matter how fucking badly she wanted to end him... she’s barely grown. She had no great knowledge of strategy or how to command ARMIES. She’s barely managed to keep her motley band of misfits together.

(She hadn’t, though. Alistair left. Because she spared Loghain. Without giving her even a moment to explain WHY. Her reason didn’t matter. It only mattered that she hadn’t murdered him where he stood.)

Loghain was a soldier. A general. And a good one, before he’d gone and fucked everything up. She needed his expertise. Needed him to help her to make sure this worked. Make sure they won. Make sure she knew what she needed to before the battle was joined. She had to put aside her desire to end him. For Ferelden. No matter how much it fucking bothered her. She needed him.

The Landsmeet ended, they’d won the day and she’d convinced them to side with her, and Loghain became a Warden... But Alistair was gone and they still had an Archdemon to face.

All she’d wanted was to be somewhere else. ANYWHERE ELSE. She didn’t want this. Didn’t want to be the one on who the fate of the entire fucking world depended. (She wanted Alistair back. He could have listened. Could have trusted her. He’d followed her across the world, he couldn’t give her one chance to explain?)

And now she’s here. Apparently near some town called Gazin. Which sure as shit isn’t anywhere familiar; she’s done a lot of travelling and looked at a lot of maps and hadn’t seen hide or hair of anywhere called Gazin. Doesn’t change the fact that she’s here, now.

So she sighs, brushing a few loose strands of hair back behind a pointed ear, and sets off to find out more about where the hell she is. At least she’s gotten used to travelling. And roughing it.


AROUND TOWN.

On the upside, no one looks at her ears twice, here in Gazin. No insults or disparaging comments or people treating her like shit, like something less just because she’s an elf. On the downside, she’s a long way from home. A long way from everything she needs to do. It’s practically fucking peaceful, here. She thinks she likes it, if she didn’t feel like she’d abandoned everything and everyone that was important.

Still, there’s not much she can damn well DO about that, so she settles in. Finds a place to stay. At least she was alright on the gold front. Turns out all the gathering (and looting) she’d done before the Landsmeet comes in fucking handy. She’ll need a job still, probably, but at least she can take a little time. Figure out what the hell she CAN do, here. The blacksmith is promising, and so are the taverns. And the breadmaker. She’s got options, is what she’s saying.

But she is used to being a whole lot more busy than this. It’s weird not to be fighting anything or doing her best to navigate politics. Or choose fucking rulers. There was that, too. There’s talk of things in the forest, though. So yeah, she absolutely heads out there for some exploring when the calm and lack of... complicated bullshit gets to her too much.

Is she surprised when she runs headlong into trouble? No she is NOT.


CELEBRATION.

It’s been a long time since Aella has had reason to celebrate. She supposes that her wedding would have been the last time, technically, but it had gone to shit before vows could even be spoken, let alone celebrations to come after. And it’s been nothing but chaos and death and hell since. Have to save the fucking world.

So it feels pretty weird to be surrounded by revelry like this. It’s nice, too, though. An odd little reprieve from... everything. It’d be better with Zevran were here with her, and Morrigan. Leliana, too. But it’s just her right now, so she grabs a drink and tries to enjoy herself. Or at least soak in the celebration going on around her. Listening to the sounds of happy people with no cares in the world.


WILD CARD.

[CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE.]

Wild card-around town

[alcaeus]

Sometimes, trouble is explosions, sometimes its dragons, and sometimes, it is a 6'9" tall hero from another age wrestling two harpies while keeping them away from a child who is screaming its eyes out.

Oh, and he's singing, while he's doing it.

It's a loud and bawdy song and he sings out of tune, but with very strong lungs. Probably easily heard for quite a ways. He finally sighs and glares at the harpies.

"You two are no fun." And he hurls them into the air, as high as he can... they clear the treetops before managing to dizzily regain their flight. Of course, that is when a large boar, startled by the noise, charges out of the underbrush.

Siri Tachi | Star Wars

[nooneownsme]

ARRIVAL.

Siri had been beginning to think that her mission undercover with Krayn was never going to end. She’s spent so long working her way into his ranks. Earning his trust. Behaving viciously. Zora to her core. As befit someone working for a slaver. Doing horrible things so she doesn’t break her cover. Because Krayn trusted her enough to make her his right hand woman. To let her close to him.

It was eating away at her. Destroying her inch, by inch. Everything she had to do to maintain her cover... It was destroying her. It’s for the Jedi, for the Order, to put an end to Krayn’s business. But it didn’t stop how vile she feels, how disgusted she was with herself.

She’d taught herself much, during her time undercover. Taught herself to hide what she’s feeling in the Force. It had been the only way. She just can’t hide her feelings from herself. She misses the Temple. Misses the Jedi. Misses being Siri.

There was a moment, where she wanted nothing more than to be somewhere else, anywhere else. The Temple, Coruscant... SOMEwhere. Anywhere but here with Krayn. An ache so deep it took her breath away.

And then she finds herself... here. In between one breath and the next, she’s no longer where she was. Instead she’s standing beside a signpost. Pointing the way to Gazin. It’s nothing she’s heard of before, and whatever planet she’s on doesn’t look familiar, either.

Kriff.

She takes a breath, lets the Force flow through her in a way she hasn’t dared in all her time with Krayn, reaching out. The life of the forest, of Gazin, of the world around her, is all there, in the Force...

And then she’s moving, in the direction of Gazin.


AROUND TOWN.

Gazin is quite a change from Coruscant. From Nar Shaddaa. It’s... quaint. And quiet. She’s found a job tending bar here. And she finds that she likes it. Oddly enough. It’s not the Jedi Order... but it’s also not Krayn’s organization. Thank the Force. Pouring drinks and dealing with the occasional fight is a kriffing improvement over that.

She’d managed to find some more suitable clothes, because the clothing she’d been wearing had been painfully out of place, here. They’re a far cry from her Jedi robes. But they’re comfortable, and don’t draw attention to her. (And she can fight in them if she needs to.)

It’s taken some getting used to, but she’s adaptable. The market is nice; it’s been... a while, since fresh fruit and vegetables were so easily and readily available, and she takes advantage when she can. And she’s taken a room at one of the inns. The inn connected to the bar she’s working at, which makes it a very short walk to work.


MONSTERS.

With her job tending bar she’s able to afford a set of swords. There had been talk of creatures out in the forest, so it seemed a very good idea to not go unarmed. And since using her lightsaber openly seemed a very bad idea... it had to be swords. She does carry it with her, however, hidden away as it is, because she doubts that anyone here even knows what a Jedi is. They might react because of the strange technology, or her abilities... but not simply because she’s a Jedi. Not like Krayn.

And really, she suspects that if she’s caught using it, that magic will be a suitable explanation for it. At least in the beginning. Still, she’ll be careful.

She can breathe a little. Use it if necessary. Although it feels strange, to wear it again. Even hidden away. She’s spent a long time without it, leaving it hidden away unable to be found. She’s not sure if it feels better to be able to again or not, yet. She doesn’t have to be Zora, here. She can let Zora go, be Siri again. At least for a little while, however long she’s here.

But she’s not sure she knows who Siri is, anymore. Can a Padawan who has done terrible things, even if those terrible things had been asked of her by the Council, in pursuit of a mission that was for the good of others, ever truly be a Jedi again?

Perhaps venturing out into the forest isn’t the BEST idea, but it’s certainly not the worst thing she’s done. There have been rumours of creatures dwelling there, and it can’t hurt to explore. Learn more about them. And if they’re dangerous... learn how best to protect others from them.

Her extraordinary sensitivity to Force warnings has her moving, leaping gracefully out of the way just in the nick of time as what the locals called a harpy comes diving down at her with a sharp cry. A sharp cry that turns to anger at missing her target and the harpy turns to try again.

“Kriff,” she swears, reaching out with the Force and shoving it, as hard as she can, slamming it into the tree. Well, she’d wanted to learn more. Here she is, learning more.


WILD CARD.

[CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE.]

Monsters

[redeemedsith]

He's been living in the woods since he arrived, not able to truly deal with people much. Not since awakening and once more feeling the flow of the Force around him. He had tried to make it stop and had realized he could... quieten it. At least when he was not around people.

He has been living in a tree and avoiding people, mostly, until he feels it. The Force, nearby, and strong. And fear and distress Rising from his perch, he sighs.

"Never a rest, eh, Ulic?"

And he leaped, running down the tree, and to the ground, then in the direction he sensed thee disturbance.

Coming out as the beast was pushed back by the Force user, and hearing the swear, Ulic reached out to the Harpy, to try to see what drove it in its aggression.

Even as he did so, his force cloak fell, making him appear in the Force once more, neither Jedi, nor Sith.

"Hello, young one." His voice is cracked and not used to being used, but low and deep in sound.

Duo Maxwell || Gundam Wing

[death_scythe]

Arrival:

He had been napping. They had just finished dealing with a rather large order that had left him more exhausted than expected. He had told Hilde he was going to rest his eyes for a bit, and he vaguely remembered thinking something about wondering if their scrap business would do well on Earth. Get off the colony for a bit. He missed the feel of actual wind on his face and real grass beneath his. He missed the view of the moon that you could only get from Earth. He wondered if Hilde would have joined him if he decided to go back for a quick trip.

When Duo woke up, he wasn't in his bed. There was blue sky above him, a slight wind blowing his bangs around, and the smell of fresh grass surrounded him. It was a bit of a shock, to be sure. Was he dreaming? Sitting up, near-violet eyes surveying his surroundings, the former Gundam pilot could only be reminded of Earth. There was a river nearby, mountains behind him, and a forest off in the distance to his left.

And a road leading towards a town that he could barely make out.

The sign pointing towards the town said "Gazin". Duo didn't recognize the name. He wondered if it was just a part of Earth he hadn't been to.

Inspection of himself found callouses on his hands he didn't remember having before he fell asleep. Some small scars on his arms that shouldn't have been there. A frown pulled down on his lips as he pushed himself to his feet. He felt...different. Slightly taller? Duo pulled his braid around and found it longer than before. It wasn't a big change, per se, but one that added his overall confusion and frustration.

"What the hell is going on?"

His eyes focused on the sign again, then looked to the town. Would someone at that place know? Maybe they could at least point him in the direction of a phone so he could call Hilde or one of the other pilots. One of them would surely give him a lift home. With a sigh, Duo shoved his hands into his jeans pockets and started on the path to Gazin.


Around Town:

His first day in Gazin had been spent looking for a phone. A port with a jet or some sort of spacecraft to send him home. A gun. The lack of technology had him reeling, and so when he was offered a room at some bar but not a bar, he holed himself up for a couple of days to gather his wits about him. To figure out a plan for how he was going to get out. For now, he'd have to adapt. Get a layout and overall feel of the town. After a bit of self-chastising (Get a grip, Maxwell!), Duo managed to convince himself to take a look around.

It wasn't nearly the size of the colony, but he still had to ask for directions multiple times before he made his way to what reminded him of an open-air market he remembered being at with Quatre. There were stalls with merchants selling all sorts of things, from food he didn't recognize to armor that looked very archaic. Like something you would see in a museum. He had managed to find a stall that sold daggers and other pointed weapons when he heard his stomach growl.

When was the last time he ate? Two days at the very least. He didn't ask for anything to eat while he was at that inn? Tavern? With a sigh and a shake of his head, Duo continued his meandering through the market. It wasn't like he could get anything now anyway. He didn't have the right currency. Or really any currency. All of that had been left back home, and he seriously doubted that they had a place to exchange his credits for the metal coins he had noticed being traded around.

"Wonder if anyone would miss a single piece of fruit?" he asked under his breath as his gaze fell upon a stall being run by an older woman with graying hair.


Wildcard:

CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE! I'm more than willing to match whatever style you're most comfortable with!

around town

[inwhite]

The man in white nearby pauses, then continues. Xiao Xingchen is a common sight in the marketplace now, knows which stalls sell what, which vendors are willing to sell to an outsider and a blind man. (Though, after his last trip here with Xue Yang, he would almost swear that they all call out to him now, eager to offer him the pick of their produce.)

"Hello grandmother." He greets the woman at the fruit stand, buying apples and pears from her to put into his basket. But Xiao Xingchen keeps one of each out, turning after he pays to walk in Duo's direction.

"Her daughter hasn't been well lately so there are little ones depending on her sales." His words are gentle though, a little smile on his lips as he holds the fruit out to him. "You didn't know. Even so, you don't have to steal. If you need food, I'll give it to you."

Harry Dresden - Dresden Files + CRAU (19 years old)

[iminthebook]

Arrival

Harry blinked and stared at the sign above him, grinning lopsidedly. When he had wished he could get away from normal life, he had not really meant this, but then he should know better than to wish for anything. Apparently, places and people might well be listening!

He laughed, relieved to be here, and not in Minnesota, where he had been having the goodbye conversation with his mentor, Ebeneezer and feeling uncomfortable as all heck. He was very glad, very very glad, that he had been wearing his coat and holding his duffle bag and staff when he had bamfed here, and he felt like he was grinning from ear to ear,

Who said that wishes didn't come true?

Having been through this sort of thing before, he headed into town with a very on-tune whistle and a smile, looking for lodgings, a drink, and somewhere to ask questions.

His duffle bag full of clothing followed him, bouncing around and keeping close to his heels as if it was a very eager dog.

He was very glad that his mentor, after his last jaunt in time and space had insisted in him carrying a small amount of money of all kinds. This place, as he came in seeing distance of the town, looked likely like no paper money would work, but he had three golden coins, carefully weighed and purified. Hopefully, those would buy him some clothing and a place to stay while he found a job and figured out what this place's schtick was.

***

Around Town

Harry was smiling as he wandered, wearing clothing that suits the local area, his home clothes packed away for any trips long enough to need more than just the three outfits he bought when he had arrived. He was very glad he had been working at the farm these last few years, for it had led him to do a lot of physical labor and also to learn things like post-driving, well digging, and barn raising, as well as how to wash clothing by hand on a washing board. These skills had suited him well since he arrived.

Now he was off work at the local inn, having gotten a job as a clothing and rag washer when he demonstrated he knew how. That, plus doing odd jobs as a wagon driver and helping with anything that needed doing, kept him in some coin and helped him get to know people. As he stepped to the market, he smiled and looked around. he would be there picking at things, and possibly buying a few knick-knacks, as well as materials for his magic.

Later, he would stop in at the inn and eat dinner, and then wander in the forest some.

***

Monsters

"Stars and stones!"

Harry swore as he dove to one side, eyes narrowed as he stared into his mirror-bright shield. Why was he here again? Oh right, someone had been talking about losing a loved one to the marauding basilisk. He had decided to come face it.

Why had he done so alone?

He sighed as he spun his sling, the glint of silver in the pouch as he spoke a single word, hurling fire at the beast to distract it and diving to one side to get a better angle. Waiting for it to roar.

If he didn't get himself killed, this might well net him some good things for his own spells and some stuff he could sell to the apothecary! If...

***

Celebration

The basilisk is dead, and people are happy and apparently it is also a festival day! And Harry? Tonight, Harry is drinking. Why not? it could be fun! He wears his sunglasses, whether inside or out, keeping himself and others safe from his soulgaze.

He can be found at the food table, happily consuming drinks and food, dancing like a crazy person with no rhythm, or sitting to the side and taking notes as others dance and talk. He is a nerd, after all.

Feel free to find him anywhere!

[darksmokerising]

🅼🅾🅽🆂🆃🅴🆁🆂

Basilisks were bastards in stories, poems, movies, and even more so when they were being provoked by...anything. When she heard all the commotion and saw the flash of fire, she had several silver-tipped arrows ready from her quiver. She fired precisely, hitting the throat area and an eye. The arrows were made to melt into the target, poisoning it - or killing it outright. At any rate, it would help them. Merlan and paired it with a reflective shield that sang out, buying her time to slide in next to the incredibly brave or incredibly foolish man taking on the creature.

An acid spray would be...unfortunate.

"You really should have found a few more people for this," she said, singing out a stronger binding that would tighten the more the beast struggled. "But I think we can make it work."

🅵🅾🆁🅴🆂🆃

Her campsite was warded against beasts, mostly, each set up at the corners to ping her and set up unpleasant feedback for them should they try to drop in for a snack. Her tent was large and set with proper tent pegs driven into the ground. It was plain enough, burlap coated with beeswax to keep moisture and rain out. She'd laid the carpet out first, made to fit inside the tent's protective covering where rain could sheet off properly. The angle would help the run-off even if she hadn't used a touch of magic to be certain things stayed comfortable.

Her campfire was brightly lit and she sat loosely robed, playing around with lilting tunes on her new lute. The music sent up all kinds of bird and butterfly-shaped sparks which made her laugh every time. Her lute definitely liked her company, that was for sure, and the birds chased the butterflies through the trees looping through the leaves and branches.

Zoë Allyne Washburne | Firefly/Serenity

[talkingaintdoin]

01. Arrival
[Zoë can't help but look around at the environment. It's nothing like the planet she and the rest of the crew had been on just...It was just a moment ago that she'd been talking to her husband after saving Inara's friend. And now, she's in the middle of some field with a sign pointing to a place she's never, ever heard of and no husband in sight.]

Wash? You here?

[She looks again, hoping a familiar face will pop up.]

Captain? Kaylee?

02. Town

You're joking right?

[She looks at the silver sword that the man behind the counter has given her. Incredulous isn't the word. She's in downright disbelief. They used swords on Earth that was and a few of the planets still have "duels" with swords, but they're...ancient.]

You're telling me that this is the best weapon you've got against the things that go bump in the forest? Do you even know what bullets are? What am I supposed to do with this against a beast?

[She puts her rifle on the merchant's counter almost reverently before taking out her Mare's Leg from the holster at her side and setting it down as well.]

I need bullets, .44 caliber. That make any sense to you?

05. Celebration

[It's someone's wedding. Everyone is dancing, laughing, singing and just having a grand time. Zoë, on the other hand, looks blank. She smiles and raises her glass when someone passes by her, but her heart's just not in it.

She misses her husband. So ta made niao much. He might be crazy and goofy, but that is definitely part of his charm.

And if he was here, they'd be dancing and drinking together, probably laughing at Mal as he tries to blend in with the locals.]

Last time I was at a wedding, my best friend was the groom and he didn't know it.

[She says that with a smile as she takes a deep drink from her mug.]

Hoping this groom at least got some say in his future life.

[radishlobbyist]

In general, you would be expected to stab them.

[ Wen Qing nods at the sword that Zoe had been scoffing at. She may not be without sympathy, being a long-distance fighter who arrived without her weapons but she can't understand what's so terrible about a sword in general, either.

Qing sizes her up curiously, between her dress and her foreign weapons it's obvious this woman isn't from around here. ]

Unless you're trained in fighting supernatural creatures, it's best if you avoid the forest, though.

Bronn | Game of Thrones

[the_bronn]

arrival

Things were finally in order and peaceful. The Dragon Queen and her dragons gone. The undead back to being dead. A Stark on the throne, though that wasn't Bronn's first choice even if he couldn't think of anyone better. All the Lannister's, except for one, now erased from the present day. It could have all been so drastically different and the newly appointed Master of Coin was happy it went the way it did.

Until he opens his eyes and finds he isn't where he was or even where he was dreaming himself to be - in a chair with a naked black haired beauty with her tits in his face. Instead, he's out in the middle of a field of tall grass with a throbbing headache.


celebration

Still not sure what the fuck was going on, Bronn took advantage of the free drinks being passed around during a local celebration. He had no idea what the party was for, but there were just as many desirable women dancing around here than there was at any old feast back at King's Landing or Highgarden.

Though without realizing it, he'd flirted with the wrong woman. Turns out she was the bride and now, her groom and his brothers were staring him down, while urging another to get Bronn a sword.

Was it good luck to spill blood on a couple's wedding night?

arrival

[king_inthenorth]

Jon doesn't often come this far out of Gazin. He doesn't usually have a reason to, since his work at the stables is mostly confined to the town itself. Today's different though. Today there are a few horses that need some exercise, and the fields surrounding Gazin are the perfect place for them to get it.

He's riding one of the horses, with the other one trailing along by the reins, when he notices the figure from a distance and adjusts his route to head in the correct direction. He doesn't realize that he recognizes the man until he's almost in speaking distance, at which point he reins in his horse and comes to a stop near Bronn.

"Ser Bronn." He inclines his head in the direction of the trailing horse, which has reins but no saddle. "Do you need a ride?"

Renfri | The Witcher

[thelesserevil]

Arrival

Renfri walks into Gazin with her dagger in hand, briskly ignoring the alarmed looks this earns her from townspeople who make sure to keep their distance to the wild-eyed woman who looks as determined as if she is on the hunt for something.

She is, in fact. Renfri is hunting for a sorcerer. She had just been on her way into Blaviken after spending the night with the witcher Geralt, had been thinking in despair about how many of her men would have to die today before Stregobor died, had wished she had that kind of magic to simply wish herself somewhere, anywhere else where Stregobor would never find her. It had been a fervent and regular wish when she was younger and had not yet accepted the only way she would ever be safe was if he died. Then there had been a boom and black fog and she had found herself at the crossroads to a town named Gazin.

Her wishes don't come true. Thus there is only one explanation: she is currently in one of Stregobor's beloved illusions, and she is absolutely certain that he is hiding somewhere. He would never be able to resist watching his prey squirm in his web.

Thus, she stalks through town, jumping at shadows, searching every stranger's face for something familiar. Hunting.


Around Town

"Bring me another beer!" She puts her mug down on the counter and sprawls herself on one of the tall chairs, elbows propped up on the counter. "Or tell me what else you have got. Anything interesting they drink around here?"

Renfri looks to her left, where another patron has walked up to the bar, presumably to make their own order, and she moves her elbow to give them a friendly nudge. "What's that you have got?" She gives an amused snort. "Barkeeper keeps trying to sell me the same watered-down swill and says that's the house special."

around town

[sixth_sefira]

Cat-like green eyes framed by silver-white bangs turned to look at the woman briefly. "It seems you already know what it is." He replied evenly as he set the half-full mug down on the bar. He'd had worse and better, but he'd actually come up to ask after something to eat along with the watered down drink he currently had.

He didn't bother to seat himself currently and thus no doubt towered over the seated woman unintentionally. There was no visible weapon on him, but a person would do well to not assume he was unarmed. The long fall of hair did much to hide the signs of the weapon hidden by the coat he currently wore, but a perceptive person might be be capable of noting the top of the weapon's hilt resting against the stiff collar beneath the hair.

Mando | The Mandalorian

[nolivingthing]

01. Arrival

Mando is used to hopping from world to world, most of them new simply because there are so many of them. Some are more advanced than others, but since he tends to stick to the Outer Rim planets his quarry finds preferable, the worlds he visits tend to be less advanced. Which is fine with him.

Some of them might even have simple wooden signs proclaiming the name of the nearest town. He hasn't been to them all; he doesn't know. What he does know is that this is not an Outer Rim planet, or any other planet he might have been headed to. He knows that because if he had landed on a planet in his galaxy, the Razor Crest would be there, and so would the child. Whatever is going on, it is only affecting him, and that's a problem., now that he knows that whatever's left of the destroyed Empire wants to get their hands on the child.

He can't let that happen.

So after a few moments of staring at the sign reading "Gazin" and assessing the situation, he turns and follows the direction the arrow is pointing. That's the place to start. Towns have space ports, and space ports have ships. That's how he'll get off this planet and back to where he should be.

[Around town]

He's been here for a few days now, been around most of the town, and failed to make sense of any of it. This planet is far behind in development that they don't have land speeders or a space port with even a broken-down heap of junk that can barely leave the atmosphere. His comm system isn't working, either, so he can't get in touch with anyone who could come to help him.

Still, he finds himself frequenting a tavern. That's where he used to meet Greef to get his next job. Maybe this one will be a good place to find a way to make some coin, too.

So he sits there, every day, in full head-to-toe armor and helmet, even leaving his gloves on. This is the way.

03/04. Exploring/monsters

He's heard about the monsters around town, and of course he couldn't resist going out to find some himself. He'd faced a mudhorn, after all, and survived that. (Never mind that he'd had help with the mudhorn, and that particular help is not here right now.)

It hadn't taken him long to find a creature, although he should have been a little better prepared when he did. This creature happens to have a large tail, which should have been a warning. He approaches the creature, which swings its tail at him and sends him flying backward through the air. He lands flat on his back with a grunt. Beskar armor is strong, though, and after a moment to catch his breath and determine that nothing is broken, he's back up on his feet and ready to face it again.

He could probably use some help though. Care to lend a hand?

06. Wild card

Feel free to find him in some other situation made more ridiculous by his shiny armor. :-D

Re: Mando | The Mandalorian

[thelesserevil]

She's been watching the armored and helmeted stranger for several days now, someone who goes even to a tavern dressed for battle needs to be kept an eye on.

It's only today that Renfri approaches his table, sitting down across from him without waiting for an invitation, and leans forward, elbows propped up on the table.

"Alright, spill," she prompts, grinning a little. "What's with the helmet? Are you secretly green or scaly underneath it?"

Sephiroth | FFVII

[sors_immanis]

01. Arrival

After spending nearly a week within the same set of rooms, pouring through books and research records, he'd been quite ready to leave it behind. Yet, he hadn't expected to find himself in the middle of an unknown location that held nothing familiar about it within the horizon that he could see. There was a town, but it looked larger than the one he'd been in, so it likely wasn't Nibelheim.

The sight of the sign and the name it bore proved him correct in that and also gave him the name of the town. He'd yet to hear of any place called Gazin, which had to be a small mystery in its own right he thought as he headed in its direction. A town as decently sized as the one before him would surely have been found within ShinRa's records and thus on the maps. Perhaps it was, but by a different name?

Regardless, it was time for some recon before he allowed himself to ponder such puzzles. Just how he'd found himself out in the middle of an unknown wilderness outside of town, when just seconds prior he had been deep within a mansion inside the town of Nibelheim being the largest of those puzzles.

Maybe the citizens of Gazin could give him some clues to the matter.


02. Around Town

Well, it's been some time now since his arrival and while not all of his prior questions have gotten answers, he has learned some interesting things as he's settled into this new setting that fate seems to have thrown him into. Though one of his questions had been answered while also prompting a new mystery. His materia had proven themselves to be naught but colored stones recently, which told him he was somehow no longer on the planet of his birth with it's Lifestream. Not that the lack of their magic worried him any, he was proficient enough in combat without it even here.

A few fights with the local pests had proven that well enough, as well as giving him the currency he needed to keep himself in room and board. He'd situated his scabbard beneath his coat for the time being so as to keep prying eyes off Masamune. He didn't want anyone, thief or collector of arms, to get ideas about claiming it for themselves, even if that was a challenge they would fail at. It was the matter of the end result attracting the wrong sort of attention given that the thieves would no doubt end up dead at his hand if they didn't flee the moment they realized they were outmatched. He had no desire to have the authorities after him or watching him with such suspicion.

The curious person could easily find him at the market browsing the offered wares, or even in the tavern, leaning against the front wall not too far from the door either observing the crowd within with his green cat-like gaze, or with a drink in one gloved hand, those same cat-like eyes directed downward toward the liquid held by the mug.

Max Richman | Zoey's Extraordinary Playlist

[subliminalthings]

02. Around Town

Max is right at that new arrival sweet spot. He's been here long enough not to be utterly lost and confused, but not long enough to realize that this isn't some kind of fantasy vacation and he won't be going home anytime soon. At least, the idea hasn't fully settled in yet.

"I cannot wait to tell Zoey about this!" he whisper-screams to himself, as someone pushes a cart past his left and he's still soaking in walking on cobblestone streets next to inns and houses that look like they're straight out of Lord of the Rings. Or is it more like Game of Thrones? No, he reneges in his own head, it's definitely more Lord of the Rings. And when he walks straight past the next inn with a pony painted on its sign, he takes a deep breath and walks right on in. Sitting down at the first table with an open spot, he slaps his hand down on the wooden surface and says loudly, "A cup of your finest ale please!"

Holy shit, he thinks, as someone actually brings him a cup of something that's filled to the rim. Out loud, and to his friends, he'd definitely compare this to the nerdiest of tomes like Lord of the Rings. But in his actual head, he thinks a teeny more often about how this feels like Beauty and the Beast. All he needs is for Gaston or Belle to suddenly sing themselves in through the doors.

04. Monsters

"Oh no. No no no no no no no no no no."

He sees the creature in the distance, it's body lithe as it jumps quickly one or twice toward him. "What the hell even are you?" he asks, desperately. The hell hound, smelling weakness, and an easy lunch, takes its time getting closer. Max stumbles backward. He's definitely not in fantasy Disneyland now.

Matt Murdock | Daredevil

[aworld_onfire]

01. Arrival

Unlike the new arrivals before him, Matt hasn't been staring at the sign above him. He can't. He can't stare at anything, even if he tried.

At least he can tell there's a sign there. He can hear the way the splinters of wood are trying not to crack when the wind blows in from the north. It sounds like a soft whistle against the harsh grating of the metal rings that keep the sign attached to its pole.

For a while, Matt just laid there on the ground. One second he was in New York City and the next, his surroundings had so utterly changed that it felt like a dam had broken, and a rushing river of new sounds and smells was slamming into his senses. It was overwhelming, and his head felt like it was splitting from the inside. If this had happened to him ten years ago, he probably would've blacked out.

But now, he's focusing slowly. Trying to let calibrate the new world around him so that he can simply exist in it before he tries to figure out what it is. The creaking signpost. The soft pattering of hoofs on well-trodden dirt. The sharp inhale of a human standing near him.

[ofwovenstone]

Cassandra has a reason for the sharp inhalation. She knows him. Or his face, at least, she doesn’t think that her luck is quite so fortunate as to have a familiar face from another world arrive and have him know her as well. That’s all right, though; it’s not her brother arriving and that is a gift from the gods.

She doesn’t know if she could handle that.

“Give it a moment,” she murmurs softly, keeping her voice quiet so she doesn’t overwhelm him further. “Then we’ll get you on your feet and I can fill you in on where you are. Get you into town.”

Ubbe Ragnarsson | Vikings

[valdyr]

Arrival

This wasn't where he was supposed to be or if it was, where were the rest of his group? Where was Torvi and Asa, Kjetill or anyone else that had sailed with them from Kattegat? And yet, here he is, coming around to bring a sign into focus. One that bears a name he does not know.

Ubbe sits up, glances around while he thinks over several possibilities of why he was there. Though without anyone to question, his only choice is to go to this 'Gazin' and start asking questions.

With his ax in hand.

Celebration

It's been nearly a week since his arrival and while Ubbe is far from settled in, he is, at least, less threatening towards the citizens. He's been told he's in a different world and someone has explained as much as they can so that the idea of a different world isn't quite so impossible.

So, on this evening, he is drinking some ale and watching with a small smile at the wedding festivities going on. Given they were slightly different than what he is used to, it's interesting to learn by watching.

At least until someone sits close enough to pull his attention over to them.

arrival.

[ofwovenstone]

Cassandra is just outside the town, having been making her way on foot into the forest to do a little more exploring. And surrounding herself with nature; somewhere along the way she’d embraced inherent nature goddess slant of her powers with her whole being. She hadn’t really been able to properly immerse herself in nature in the City. Not like this, not like she can here.

Her attention is almost immediately drawn by the tall, threatening figure stalking towards Gazin with an axe in hand. New arrival? Disgruntled local? She’s not entirely certain, but she’s leaning towards new arrival. His style of dress, his manner, doesn’t fit with what she’s seen of this world so far. Although he could be local, just newly arrived from a great distance away. She’s not learned nearly enough of this world to make a snap judgement on that.

Regardless, she steps firmly into his path, blue-grey eyes calm but just a little challenging. A little of the Lady de Rolo showing through. If nothing else, she can waylay him if he’s itching for a fight. “You wouldn’t be intending on using that on anyone in town, would you?” Despite the question her accented voice sounds perfectly friendly.

Malcolm Bright | Prodigal Son

[prodigalmess]

AROUND TOWN
Malcolm still feels like he could be dreaming, or perhaps this could be a psychotic break. Since when does he wish to be somewhere else and it actually happens? Especially after what he'd just gone through, he feels like this can't be real.

After following the signs into Gazin, Malcolm takes a look around. It reminds him of a Renaissance Festival he went to when he was a kid. He'd probably find this place a whole lot cooler if he wasn't still reeling and didn't think he was having a dissociative episode.

He finds a pub, that mainstay of civilization and a welcome comfort for him to rest and figure out what his next step is going to be. Malcolm sits down at the bar and looks up at the bartender.

"Do you have whiskey?" he asks.


MONSTERS
After settling in a bit, Malcolm decides to go exploring. He's a naturally curious sort, as well as one who doesn't always have the best regard for his own personal safety. This tends to lead to him getting into situations.

Malcolm has acquired a sword that he's still learning how to use properly. Despite his love of blades and being on the fencing time in high school and college, working with a broadsword is different than working with an épée. The FBI doesn't have swordsmanship as part of its standard training.

As he walks through the woods, he hears the crack of a twig off in the middle distance. Malcolm pauses, his hand on the hilt of his sword as he listens. The noise doesn't sound as if it's being made by someone the size of a human. He inches forward cautiously.

Ahead through the brush, Malcolm sees a small green creature, hunched over a pile of trinkets. A goblin.

"Shit," Malcolm says under his breath, trying not to draw its attention.


WILDCARD
[ Open to other stuff too! Hit me with a starter or send me a PM. ]

Monsters

[savedbylove]

Emma was out for her walk when she spotted someone she didn't recognize who was staring at something that Emma definitely didn't want to mess with crouching down. She stopped next to Malcolm, making enough noise not to scare him, but not enough it alerts the creature.

"Do you know how to use that thing?" Emma asked quietly, her own sword drawn.