March/April TDM

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MARCH/APRIL TEST DRIVE MEME

Welcome to Sphere's March/April Test Drive meme! This is a great place to get a feel for the game and how your characters might fit in here. Explore the setting, and get your samples and some starting CR all at the same time!

• Applications and Reserves are always open!
• Threads on the TDM are considered game canon if both parties agree to it!
• Threads on the TDM may be considered for Activity Check if need be!

Spring has Sprung

So everything that’s happened, it’s just all water under the bridge right? I mean some people were infected and Annie had spread the rumors about the new people like spores but it’s all good now right? And the best way to get back into that? A good old fashioned party!

Even though the Sphere itself normally wouldn’t have seasons, according to the people here? It’s definitely spring! Spring has sprung and the apple, cherry and almond trees in the agricultural dome have burst into bloom! The blooms together give off a heady fragrance and the colors are only added to by the addition of pink, white, yellow and pastel green ribbons tied around their branches. At night, the blooms are highlighted by fairy lights, and the lights in the dome themselves have been transformed into star systems that the Sphere has dredged up from the files of people’s home worlds. No, it’s not enough to get people home but it’s definitely lovely isn’t it?

Scattered here and there in clearings are performers, each one of a different type. There’s a violinist, a pair of dancers, a storyteller, a magician and a juggler all giving shows as people stumble into their darkened corners of the domes. Each performance is an EVENT to them, and depending on the people involved, it can be intimate and romantic, or just a little bonkers. The shows are lit by fires that spark when people enter, and when they move on past, the lights dim and go out to create a personal atmosphere for people. It’s all about ambiance.

In the center of the trees, either day or night, there’s food going on. It’s a bit like a cross between a garden party and a tea provided by the Mad Hatter. Smaller tables lit with candles are the normal, having seating for two or four at their linen-covered circles. There’s a tea service on each one, filled with food that silent servers are bringing out in spades. The pastel themes from the trees themselves are in evidence here, with nearly every food being white, yellow, pink, pale purple and pastel green. There’s cucumber, egg salad, and cream cheese sandwiches cut into dainty crustless pieces, there’s small cakes and petit fours, decorated flower cookies and scones and other kinds of things covered in fondant. There’s white chocolate trifles and white berries and fruit.

But there’s also weirder things. There’s some kind of mousse that’s on the sandwich level but that definitely is an interesting shade of purple, isn’t it? And there’s something that looks a bit like a chicken pop, but is definitely green. That’s totally fine, I’m sure. It’s not like anything that shade could be absurdly spicy or anything like that. There are other pastel dishes that are difficult to identify so it all comes down to one thing: are you adventurous or not.

As for the tea itself, there’s a variety of it as well. Normal black teas with milk and sugar or honey and lemon, some varieties of green including jasmine, but there are more wild ones as well. There’s definitely one that shifts from blue to purple with the addition of lemon, which the servers take great delight in showing people. There’s also wine in white and rose, and sangria with a variety of spring fruits in it. All of these drinks are in abundance and free-flowing, and there does not seem to be an end in sight.

Oh aren't you a good egg?

Various times during the day during the Spring festival, there’s fun and games happening too. The people throwing the party have also announced an egg hunt that’s not only open to the younger members of the community (though that probably was the first reasons for it, but they’ve opened it up now) but to everyone who wishes to participate. The eggs are scattered high and low in the orchard, hidden in trees and the ground and anywhere else someone can think to hide an egg.

The eggs are in the same pastel shades, but they’re not actually eggs. Having real eggs on this scale might be difficult given how there’s not actually any animals here at all. Instead, the eggs are a shimmering and hollow plastic, and they are filled with things. There’s handmade chocolates, and small toys, there’s string friendship bracelets, and more expensive silver ones too, and charms to go along with them. Some of the eggs have riddles or sayings inside, not quite like a fortune cookie, but intended to make people smile.

The locals are living for this, so there’s actually a fair amount of competition for the eggs, and people hem and haw and fight over them but in a good natured sort of way. People will climb trees or dart in to steal eggs right under the nose of other people. If called on it, people will point that it’s in good fun and hand them over. Especially if the person appears angry at them.

A good old fashioned barn (school) raising!

So, the (remaining) members of the Council have decided that one of the best things that they could do in order to foster the Community spirit is to have a school raising in the rec dome. The school formerly had been occupied in one of the rooms in the community center, but given that there are enough both children and adults who have interest in it, they’ve decided to give it it’s own generous space. But there’s a catch: the people need to build it themselves.

The school house isn’t quite a one room building, but it’s small and will be sectioned off into five classrooms, a generalized sort of gym/cafeteria/auditorium sort of thing, and several offices and a larger breakroom for the teacher. All of the materials for both the school house and everything inside of it are provided by the council, and the wood is in large piles just over there. Unfortunately no one seems to be jumping in to be in charge quite yet (did you really think Max would do it?) but maybe that’s your character’s jam. Go nuts.

Like every good building raising, there's a pot luck with foods from all over the multiverse, as well as plenty of water, lemonade and beer. People who aren't helping with the actual building labor will be pressed into service, delivering drinks and food to folks who are. No matter how unwillingly. Max is good at that.

wildcard

This is a good place to test out something like the network or an idea of your own! Remember upon waking in The Sphere, each character is fitted with a small golden circle behind their right ear. This is how they are connected to the network through a neural link. Touch and hold the button to create a broadcast of one of three types:

1. Audio. Your character thinks audible words onto the network.
2. Writing: Your character thinks text into the network.
3. Video. Your character projects a broadcast of a video of themselves onto the network.

Replies are determined by the player. The network needs to be accessed by choice, so character broadcasts are not automatically beamed directly into people’s heads. The Sphere isn’t that rude.

Private messages are allowed by pressing and holding and pressing and holding again as you picture the person in your mind. This can be an image or a name, err more on the side of things being more accessible than less.

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Donna Sheridan (young) - Mamma Mia 2

[makesomememories]

(Taken from before she potentially has a daughter.)

Spring has sprung; Event

"I didn't expect an adventure exactly like this." Donna mused as she stepped through the gardens and the flickering fireflies. She'd already freaked out and having gotten that out of her system, she was off to explore. This wasn't Calicary. In fact, it wasn’t like anywhere she’d ever seen before. It was magical.

Maybe she'd really found the edge of the earth?

Music reached her ears and she laughed as she ran forward. The sight in front of her was of a small band with a man singing a captivating song to a small intimate audience. There was food and it gave the whole place an outside bar kind of feel. It was exciting and Donna couldn’t help herself, she had to join in.

"Hey! How do you get to perform out here?" She asked in between songs, her eyes bright and her smile eager. "Because I’d love to sing here." Singing was what she did and it didn't matter where she was. The man performing handed over the mic and Donna smiled as she turned to face the crowd. She'd never done anything exactly like this before but she began to sing, her song starting slow and building as it continued into something as intimate as the song she'd heard when she first walked up to the show.

Wild card; Accidental Video
un; Donna & the Dynamo's

This can't be happening.

[The voice is skeptical and caught between panic and an aweing disbelief. The view of the video is through her eyes as she attempts to get her bearings. She's used to traveling but nothing like this. It's only after stepping out towards the larger dome that she sees the water that's surrounding her new residence.]

Oh my god. [She continues forward, strands of blonde curls falling in front of the view before she pushes them out of the way.] No freaking way.

[It's hard to believe what she's seeing.]

I think I need to wake up… or a drink.

ooc: hit me up with anything else too! (>-.-)>-------()_)

Video

[surgicalfield]

[ A normal enough looking dude appears in the message that's sent back to her. ]

Are you okay? I know a place to get some coffee.

Tulip O'Hare (AMC Preacher)

[boo_berry]

[When she's shot by Featherstone in the S2 finale so pre Angelville.]

[Spring Has Sprung]

Sure she may have just been shot but dangle free booze and you have a very nosy Tulip O'Hare. Sure it may not be whiskey or beer but the booze is not bad as she snags another while passing by a tray. But the sound pulls her in, it reminds her of an Irish fiddle, in the process making her miss Cassidy. So she hops onto what she hopes is a bar stool and nurses her drink, snagging another at some point. "But where can a girl slip out for a smoke?" knowing her most recent pack is in her jacket pocket.

---

{Audio]

Un: UnholyOHare

Where can a girl get some smokes or a decent bottle of whiskey? Because let's be real, landing here after being shot, not my day.

And do the names Jesse Custer or Cassidy mean anything? One badass preacher and one Irish vampire with enough ink to stock a small army.
---
Wild Card

Have Tulip will travel!

un; Dr. Edwin Wright

[irresponsiblysound]

[His voice is smooth and its notes warm as he speaks through the mental link.]

If you'll excuse my informality miss. [She hadn't introduced herself.] My name is Dr. Edwin Wright. I have only recently arrived and I have no knowledge of the two men you had mentioned but I was wondering if you could humor me and elaborate on the term vampire. Surely you can't mean anything like The Feast of Blood by James Malcolm Rymer?

[It's hardly reading for a young woman and while Edwin has seen such Penny Dreadful's, he doesn't make a habit of reading them. Not when his work boarded on the impossible detailed in many of those stories.]

NARRATOR (Dr. Edwin Wright) - H.P. LOVECRAFT’S RE-ANIMATOR

[irresponsiblysound]

Oh aren't you a good egg?

The young doctor picked up a brightly colored plastic egg with a curious eye. Of course, he knew the traditions of spring and the common practice of painting eggs. The tradition had first arrived in the United States in the 1700's and it had persisted since then, rooting itself in the Catholic spring traditions. The odd part was the smooth hard material that the egg was made of.

He had heard of the concept of plastic; however, it had been recently invented by a man named Leo Hendrik Baekeland. It was not being produced on a massive scale yet and the process surly wouldn't be wasted on something as silly as an Easter Egg.

He was ready to slide the curious thing into his pocket, not even bothering to see if it could be opened, when a younger resident of the domes snatched it out of his palm. Edwin made no motion to get it back but he did raise a curious eyebrow at the young person. That was hardly a way to act.

Network Audio; un: Dr. Wright

[His arrival is met with a quick line of questions that include a detailed description of the intricacies and function of the network that keeps those in the sphere connected. It's somehow linked to the neuro systems of the brain which Edwin had never thought possible. It's interesting and for the first time since awaking to the Sphere, he wishes that his partner and friend had arrived with him.

This was going to be a common thought for the young doctor.

He tests the functions of the communication before using the audio to send out a brief message. His voice is deep, velvety, and as polished as it ought to be.]

Good evening,
To those who are inclined to listen, I am Dr. Edwin Wright, a recent graduate from Miskatonic University, Arkham Massachusetts.

I am calling to inquire about the state of events as well as the location of a man named Dr. Herbert West.

Please to get back to me with any information pertaining to the aforementioned topics.
Thank you,

Wildcard

[ooc: Edwin is from the early 1900's. So feel free to find him inspecting nearly everything and looking confused in the process. Also, medical procedures in that time period were not okay. They come with their own content warning so if you would prefer not to hear all of the sexist, sexual, gory and ridiculous details then… don't ask him. I've done some research and it's weird and there it's way a way around it if he's directly asked about his methods as a doctor. Otherwise I will breeze around the subject as to not make people uncomfortable. I am still polishing his journal so I do not have the needed content warning on his journal yet. Please pm me if you have any questions or are uncertain about anything.]

[surgicalfield]

"They're really into this, huh?" Levi said and it's not the first egg that he'd seen snatched and he's very much tempted to get in on the fun. He'd seen the man start to pocket the egg before opening it and he reaches to take another one.

"You know they open though?" He queried.

Natasha Romanoff - MCU (Drift Fleet CRAU)

[outstandingbalance]

SPRING HAS SPRUNG

Feet on the ground, Natasha's first priority is to get her bearings, figure out what's going on. She's got the standard explanations, and all things considered, it's not the weirdest thing she's heard in the past couple of years, but that doesn't mean she trusts it. Even if she were the trusting type, she'd want to see for herself.

Her first move is to take a stroll. Hardly seems like spy work, but the best spy work usually doesn't. She wanders the domes she has access to, her gaze taking in everything from the blooming trees lit up with fairy lights to the jugglers and street musicians, to the egg hunts. At times, she can be caught drifting just a little. A tired look gets to her as she gazes up at the tiny, twinkling lights or the fake stars.

Eventually, she grows more bold and joins the tea. She might sit by yourself, pouring black tea and watching the people around her with a sly interest. Or if someone else seems like they might be amenable, she'll pull out a chair and invite herself to sit. "Hopefully you weren't expecting someone?"



WILD CARD: NETWORK AUDIO

un; thewidow

[The voice that comes through the network, for anyone checking, is calm and professional. Matter of fact. It would be hard to assign any particular emotional intonation to it, but there is a catch to it, a little roughness that would be hard to call neutral.]

This is Natasha Romanoff. [A pause as she wonders how much that name might mean to others here. There's always a trade off in making herself known, but it's been a while since she could count on anonymity.] Anyone willing to chat—I have questions.

un: thesoldier

[reconstitution]

[ There are several things that come to mind upon coming to this place. The first one being 'of course this fucking happened' the second was 'why this again?' Why under water? Space, at the very least, felt open. This? This made his skin crawl. Still, it's good to hear a familiar voice. More than friendly, even, and it makes his heart skip a beat. Still, he knows how to keep things neutral and not seem over-eager. ]

That chat involve coffee, or is this more of an interrogation?

Bucky Barnes- MCU (Drift Fleet CRAU)

[reconstitution]

a;; A good old fashioned barn raising

[ Being stuck in yet another alternate reality, it doesn't take Bucky long to get a little stir crazy. The easiest way to combat that is to do something with his hands. What better opportunity than building a school. Plus, it'll be something good for the community to have. It's not so much that he's taking charge, it's just that someone has to get the ball rolling, at the best way to do that is to just dive in and do it. With the foundation set, the framework is the next step.

Glancing over his shoulder, he spots someone nearby. ]

How are you with a hammer?

b;; network || un: thesoldier

[ Well, he's getting real tired of having things shoved into his head for the purpose of accessing alternate dimensions. The ability to mentally connect to the network is new, and a bit unnerving. He hates it. Still, it's the perfect opportunity to see if this is the first time for everyone or if this is a bit more involved than that. ]

Has anyone else here experienced places like this one?

b

[surgicalfield]

What does that even mean?

Agustìn Pérez | Original

[richidiot]

( A. Spring Has Sprung )

cw: drug use mentions

Agustin is pretty sure he's on an acid trip gone awry or something. He wanders around from area to area. What's weird is he's pretty sure even on drugs that his brain is not this imaginative to create some fucking whole other type of world like this and yet here it was and here he was.

He finally makes his way to the weird tea party that's going on and drops down at one of the tables, glancing around. How the hell wasn't there anyone around that he knew? Did he imagine a whole lot of new people too? Apparently so!

"Whatever bro," he mutters and he starts focusing on stuffing his face and well he might as well try the tea, right?

( B. Network )

text; un: fxxxit

wtf kind of acid am I on right now? this is fckin crazy

( C. Wildcard )

[ I'll match tenses and styles! Feel free to hit me with your best shot for something different. ]

[spherenpc]

oh you have got to be kidding me.

Carris Ironheart | D&D OC (5e)

[hematochrysopoeia]

[[ooc: my replies might be slow, since carris's journal is new and i'll be drawing icons as needed.]]

A: Spring Has Sprung

Carris isn't really one for performances; it's too much work to crawl her way over just to sit and watch someone fiddle with a musical instrument. She could go to any tavern for the same amount of entertainment. What does keep her interest, though, is the chance to people-watch - and the tea party seems like a perfect spot for that.

She finds a quiet table by the edge of the trees, but she sticks out like a sore thumb. A green-skinned half-orc in half-plate armor with glittering golden lines in her face, leaning on a massive glaive as she watches people move about with quiet interest. She's steadily eating her way through the food available to her, but this is hardly a meal fit for a warrior. The tea is fully abandoned.

If anyone sits beside her, they might get a passing glance, but Carris isn't the type to start conversations. She will be happy to continue one, though.

B: Aren't you a good egg?

Carris is a competitive creature in the purest, most aggressive of senses. She's being good for the most part, only casually holding weapons when she asks others for their eggs and not generally using them. And given that her legs are useless and she is forced to crawl on the ground, she does a good job of finding any that are hidden in low places. This afternoon Carris has managed to acquire six eggs through various means (both kind and openly hostile) and has found a spot under a tree to try juggling them. It takes an attempt or two to learn their weight, but afterward she can complete some rather complex tricks with them.

"It's far too tame here," She comments casually, having noticed someone passing by but not bothering to look at them. "If you've got any eggs on hand, I'd like to play you for them. If you don't mind a little bloodshed."

C: Wildcard: @goldscars / Video

Back in Ithllandel, the winters very harsh and unforgiving. Many died from the cold even bundled in their blankets. The spring was truly something to celebrate, it was a mark of survival. This all feels a bit like a mockery, but I can't argue if people are happy. I'm sure these people don't know the hardships my people did.

[Carris shrugs casually. For all her solemn words, her tone and expression are even and light.]

This new world is a bit boring. But if I'm going to be here, I'd like to make myself useful. I can't walk, but that only slows me down a bit - if anyone needs a cook, a maid or an extra set of hands, that sort of work suits me.

Video: theboneless

[ragnarsson]

[Ivar stares at the creature on the screen. The way she talks is so reminiscent of home that he feels a sharp pang of homesickness he's not felt since coming here. Plus, of course, it looks like he has met a kindred spirit, if those scars and the fact she can't walk are any indication.]

Are you a troll?

[The question is asked rather politely. Trolls in Norse lore can look many different ways. Tusks, no tusks, one head, two heads, granite skin, and a dozen other varieties. This woman-creature looks rather like how Ivar always pictured one to look.]

Jamie Dodger | Original Character

[smokedout]

[ooc: i just wanna state in advance that dodger is a disgusting person and might make some players uncomfortable. his permissions post has a general list of warnings for him.]

Spring Has Sprung

None of the food on reserve is anything Dodger wants, but he doesn't mind wandering around the trees. He'll stumbling into the odd performance and just watch from the shadows, then disappear when his interest is lost. It tends to waver quickly. More likely, his interest will be caught by a specific person and he'll follow them from dome to dome, always lurking several feet away and doing something that grants him an alibi.

The thing that catches his interest best, though, is the star systems. He recognizes a few, but seeing stars at all is pretty great after living most of his life in the city. He ends up climbing a tree to get a better look - or rather, he disappears in a flash of sparks and reappears among the thinner branches. Someone might want to catch him, though... he's smoking up there and no one needs a fire.

Audio / @dodger

Anyone know where I can find a drug store?

Whatever.

[There's a sound like a lighter, followed by a short pause and a deep sigh.]

Haven't made the first move in a while but... I guess I should do some networking, yeah? Name's Dodger. I fucking hate the ocean. I fix shit for a living. Why don't you all tell me something interesting about yourselves.

Spring Has Sprung

[ragnarsson]

Ivar figures out quickly that someone is following him around, limping as he is on the high-tech leg braces he owns. Never one to sit around and play games, he turns to see who it is...and gets a surprise almost as great as the one that happened when he saw Letha. Dodger had been such a big part of his life in Riverview that he'd been quite put out to lose one of his favorite pets. Now here he was again, looking the same equal parts scruffy and charismatic that he always had.

He starts to approach, but he wonders if this is the same version of Dodger, or if it's an entirely new one. Should Ivar reveal he already knows who Dodger is? Or play it dumb? He decides to go for a neutral greeting to see how he'll react. "Following me for any particular reason?"

Thane Krios | Mass Effect

[chancetoatone]

a» spring has sprug

Living in a protected sphere far beneath the waves was not an unfamiliar situation for the Drell. Three generations ago, his people were rescued from their dying planet and relocated to one comprised nearly completely of water. The ocean-dwelling natives became their patrons and masters, though slavery is far too barbaric a term to describe their relationship. It's more accurate to say the Drell are a custodial race to them, their eyes and ears and hands on the land.

This place, this Sphere seemed oddly like home to Thane. Seasonal transition has deep roots in all the cultures of the galaxy as well, and it comes as no surprise to the philosophical lizard man that the people trapped in this place have done their best to track the turn of that which is familiar, that the season of rebirth meant celebration, and that it involved candy. Many happy holidays native to humanity seemed to.

Presently the former assassin is enjoying a cup of tea under a shade tree, watching a group of rollicking dancers enjoying the weather and laughing. His stance is easy, relaxed, and he seems to be making no effort to appear invisible. His time as an assassin is passed, after all. In a way, he had crossed the sea. When he blinks, it is with a second set of milky eyelids that slide over too-large eyes, black and green. If he's joined, he makes no motion of offense or annoyance, offering the new arrival, instead, a subtle nod of his head.

"Greetings." His voice his deep, resonate, with a strange, vibrating sound beneath, as those he speaks with vocal cords evolved for other uses.

b» aren't you a good egg?

[A game of hunting, is it? Thane is unfamiliar with most Earth games and has never heard of egg-hunting, but with how insistent and excited the natives seem to be, he decides to take part. Acrobatics help him in finding the top of a tree, and while he finds a silver egg there, he arches an eyebrow ridge curiously at it as he makes his way be to the ground. curious. How has this thing gotten here?

Still, he waits until he's on the ground once again before opening it. Inside, to his surprise, is a slip of paper, which he unfurls, the corner of his lip curling in slight amusement as he reads the words there.]

"I am tall when I am young, but short when I am old. What am I?"

c» testing 1, 2, 3 » audio; un: krios

[The voice in this particular audio post is a deep baritone and has a strange vibrating undercurrent. Though the words that are spoken are quiet, they carry well enough to be heard.]

I've been told many different things about this Earth to which we have been brought, and have heard more than one theory about why we're here. Perhaps 'accident' is accurate. [There's a pause as he contemplates his next words.] Some of them sound like conspiracy theories, but from what I've heard, they may not be far from the truth. The Sphere seems benevolent. It's possible that may be true.

[Another pause, but whether it's for dramatic effect or more gathering of thoughts, it's difficult to say.]

I'm interested in hearing more. Every piece of a puzzle alters the shape of the whole. Without all your perspectives, we can't hope to paint an accurate picture of our abduction. [A beat.] Thank you in advance for your cooperation.

Rio | Good Girls

[gangfriend]

[ A. Spring has Sprung ]

The whole thing was weird but Rio observed it all the same. He took in all the festivities and the people around. There wasn't anyone that he knew and actually there isn't all that many things familiar to him. He checks out a few of the performers, maybe nods in acknowledgment if anyone looks at him too long.

Eventually, he finds the alcohol and finds a place to sit. Dressed in all black with a neck tattoo and tattoos covering his hand he doesn't exactly look like the friendliest person to join but you can try.

[ B. School Raising ]

[ There's any number of reasons that Rio wouldn't actually give a shit about helping build a school normally. But there's nothing else for him to do at the moment. ]

What do ya'll need now? [ He asks toward someone who seems to know what's going on once he finishes a task. ]

[ C. Network ]

un: rio

Yo.

What's the lowdown here? Everybody goody twoshoes or some shit?

[ That's what a lot of it seems like to him. ]

[ D. Wildcard ]

[ He'll definitely be searching out shadier parts where his particular set of skills would be useful. ]

C // @dodger

[smokedout]

tends to be the case.
couple dumb kids trying to be bad, for flavor.

you bringing anything new to the table?

Arthur Curry | DCEU

[mostunworthy]

a» spring has sprung

Trapped in a reverse aquarium. It was the best way Arthur could look at it. He could sense the sea life out there, too, his telepathic connection to the sea enhanced by it's surrounding them on all sides and his being in possession of the Trident of Atlan. He left it behind, today, along with Atlan's armor, wearing instead a pair of well-fitted jeans and a vest, his hair loose.

Seasons didn't pass below the waves as they did on land, but everyone here was a land dweller. There were no other Atlantians among those collected here, and whatever ran this place knew it, and it knew land dwellers were comforted by familiarity. It was a comfort to the half-blood King of Atlantis, too, as he made his way among the crowds, smiling very mutedly at the goings on, eating the food (even the weird stuff)...well, except that purple stuff. When someone happens by, he'll be seen sniffing it and making an uncertain face at it.

Even a big guy like Arthur has limits, right?

b» Oh aren't you a good egg?

Now see, Easter Egg hunts? Those he can get behind. Even as he's using his keen vision to help the local children find the glittering eggs he can't help but remember the challenges his father used to subject him too when he was a boy...and the really smelly consequences of not finding them.

A young girl, adorable blond and cunning in her attention to detail, is pointing toward the branch of one of the trees on which a glittering pink egg is seen, way too high for her, but he can reach it. Grinning, Arthur reaches up, bending the branch down to the local girl can pluck her price from the boughs, letting it go only when she's safe from any backlash. A quick thanks, mister! and off she goes, only to turn around and run back to his side.

He has to crouch to be on the level with her, and she reaches into her basket, pulling out a blue-green egg and offering it to him. He takes the gift with another smile, and she waves, off again in a flash.

He chuckles, shaking his head as he looks down at the plastic container, shrugs, and opens it. Inside is a delicious piece of milk chocolate ("don't mind if I do") and a slip of paper. Tossing the empty eggshell in a bin nearby, he reads over the paper quickly.

"A woman needs a man...like a fish needs a bicycle." He laughs. "Ouch."

c» a good old fashioned barn (school) raising

[What's a man completely out of his element (again) to do? Well, if he's got super strength and an idling need to actually help people who can't really help themselves, he's going to be helping build a schoolhouse. The fact that there are beer and food? Bonuses. Well, the food's a bonus, anyway. The beer's just great.

Between hoisting beams of wood to be affixed by people who can't hold quite that much one-handed to chilling by the food and beer, he's game for anyone who may want to approach him.]

d» network; audio | un: aquaman

[If Arthur's put out by all this, he's not showing it. Granted, even when he is, he seems to take most things in stride. Being left alone, the very idea of it was something he left by the wayside after the armies of the Deep decided to make him their king (he's still pretty sure that was a really bad idea).]

Does anybody know why they shoved a probe in our heads instead of handing us a phone? That just sounds cheaper than brain surgery.

A!

[threshes]

Now, this was the sort of thing that Persephone could get behind. It's the sort of thing that the people in her town would have done when the train pulled into town. But she wasn't home, and the Goddess wasn't even in her proper Spring (summer) dress, and she still doesn't know what to do with it. Scowling at the artificial sunlight, Persephone closed one hand over her eyes, and she wishes more than anything that she's carrying her bag of summer, but that's back home.

This sure as hell ain't home.

Looking around, Persephone shoves one hand in the bodice of her black velvet dress, dotted with the purest stones that her husband could provide. Diamonds, black diamonds, all the things that shine. She hates it, but she wears it, because what else can one expect from the Queen of the Underworld. Well, probably not the silver flask that she digs out, the chain on it in a circle. Undoing the flask, Persephone takes a long drink. A drink that was probably far too long in comparison to the size of what she was drinking from. Still, she looks to the tall man with a smirk. "Want a drink?"

Lawrence Hill | Boys Next Door

[afterimage]

>>spring has sprung

It had been a long time since Lawr lost his religion. God was either dead or a bastard, and either way, Lawr wanted nothing to do with Him. Humanity was steeped in filth, and no merciful or present deity would suffer those evils to live. Or Lawr himself, for that matter. He hadn't given much thought to the implications thereafter, of Heaven and Hell, and what any of that meant if he managed to escape. He'd decided early on that even oblivion was preferable to the life he'd been living.

That's why he'd done what he did. That's why he chose Adrian as his protector, why he welcomed the knife's edge with open arms and a blissful smile, why he begged a killer's forgiveness on the verge of death. It was cold, freezing, when the light began to fade. Adrian's panicked cries grew faint, and Lawr couldn't feel the man's lips on his own any longer. That was the last thing he remembered; even in the frigid grip of the void, Adrian's mouth was so warm and desperate... What a beautiful last wish.

And then he woke up in his pod.

Lawr still wasn't sure what to make of any of it. The first few days were shockingly clear. No haze or euphoria pushing through his veins, no anxiety hanging at the back of his mind, no shakes or pangs, just-- Just clarity. Hard and painful and real.

But the blossoms were a welcome distraction. Each night, he wandered out to the festival grounds, snagged some pastries, then laid himself beneath the trees. Cherry petals and simulated stars, cool grass and calming melodies, laughter and--

It was so calming. A balm, for however long it happened to linger. Was this what it was like? Was this death? Was this life?

Enis Edrin | Original Character | OTA

[blindpuppet]

[ooc: I have brought the grump~~!]

Eggs or Whiskey?

Collecting eggs was really easy but there was nothing inside the eggs that Enis wanted. She growled when it was another assortment of chocolate and dropped the plastic egg and its contents on the ground before stopping off towards another egg. She didn't really care if someone was after the egg, she snatched it out of their hands, checked what was inside and then gave it back before walking off to find the next egg.

"I thought these were supposed to have good things in them." Enis didn't know shit about Easter.

Eventually she gave up, found a seat and glowered. "I need a very strong drink." She couldn't get drunk but there was something comforting about burning the back of her throat with whiskey.

Why couldn't she just run into a cocky sexy vampire bar owner again?

It made getting liquor so much easier.

Network: Username D.J.Defrag

Anyone worried about this network hacking your brain?

[She has more feelings about it than that but she's trying to keep herself calm. It's not really working but Enis has been told that it's the effort that counts the most.]

Wild Card

[ooc: Come at me with anything. I don't have Enis's arrival here but she'll freak out and likely try and claw the golden piece out of her head because she's been a test subject her whole life and it's not okay. If anyone wants to thread that let me know and I'll start something.

I do need two samples (network & logs) though.]

Video | UN: RighteousFather

[10milliondollars]

[The image shows a head-and-shoulders shot of a cocky-looking guy. His hair is slicked back, save for that one stubborn strand on his forehead. His right eye is a normal brown color, while the left is a bright gold. If she looks close enough, she'll see a bit of the port on his left temple.]

I'm never not worried about anything hacking into my head. That's why I update my security protocols about once a week. Then again, I've got an actual computer in my brain, so I've got reason to worry.

Y'Mera Xebella Challa | DCEU

[winebending]

1. Spring
It's not as if she isn't enjoying herself, it's just that it's all new, and what she's familiar with is outside where she can't reach. The feeling is new and a bit terrifying. The only water she can reach is that of the pool, faucets and other small sources. Nothing like home. It feels like she's miles away from anything she knows. It's not as if she hasn't been in a situation like this before. She and Arthur were in the middle of the water-less desert, after all. And she knows how to make the best of something

She tries to make the best of this, accepting what they offer and taking things in slightly more wide-eyed than she otherwise would have. For all she's learned, the land has its merits. There are children and books, bright, vibrant life that's akin to what is in the sea, but it still is something to get used to. Still, there's so much, and so much good and kindness here that she remembers that first experience in the crowded streets. The people's kindness and generosity seem much like that, and it brings a smile to her face.

Finding a quiet spot with the things she'd been given, she looks up, watching the only familiar thing among all this. The stars. They were a constant even between the land and the sea. Beautiful, bright points in a sea of sky. Her thoughts again turn to home and all that's happened in such a short time. She can't help hoping that Atlantis will be alright. Or more to the point, that Arthur won't do something stupid while she's gone.


2. Good egg
It's by accident that she finds the first egg. It's just sitting in the folds of a tree as she passes by. The little boy who runs by and snatches it from her brings a laugh from her as she watches him keep going, running through the trees and looking for more eggs. The little girl who was following him stops, frowning at her in annoyance that she'd let the boy take the precious egg.

It doesn't make sense until the little girl shows her one, opening it to reveal the prize. Well, that makes things very different, doesn't it? Soon, she's running through the trees with a few of the kids, helping them find eggs and sharing the little prizes inside. It's fun and exciting, and she can't help feeling strangely at home among the excitable children.


3. Network post (Video| un:Mera)
[The sound feed comes on before the video, and the video looks more like the person is looking outward rather than projecting her thoughts. The few is what should be the inky blackness of the ocean outside the domed walls, but instead, the view if of bright fish and sea life. In truth, it's rather breathtaking.]

How do I get outside?

[It takes a moment before the face of a frustrated redhead can be seen.]

The voice said it's impossible, but I don't believe it.

1

[mostunworthy]

The place isn't nearly as alien to Arthur as it is to Mera, but it still isn't home. Here, due to the construction of the place, it's very existence, there were far more questions than answers and Arthur isn't a fan of riddles. Still, one of the reasons he's always traveled the world, visited so many people is his love of them, and the people here were no different: bringing a piece of their world with thing to the bottom of the ocean.

He spent most of the day exploring the domes before winding down along with the evening. He himself was looking for a quiet place to relax when a familiar flash of bright red hair caught his attention. It was a relief and no small joy to see her here. Lady Mera was infuriating, judgemental, brilliant, vibrant, and full of life and if he wasn't careful, he was going to fall for her. Smiling slightly, he took a seat next to her, crossing his legs and looking up to the projection of stars.

He cleared his throat before speaking, "On the surface of the ocean, men wage war and destroy each other; but down here, just a few feet beneath the surface, there is a calm and peace, unmolested by man."

Loki Laufeyson | MCU

[itsnothingpersonal]

Spring has Sprung

He has to give the magician credit. He certainly knows how to put on a show. He even claps and laughs along with the other members of the man's meager audience as his pyrotechnics display announce's Loki's arrival. The Fanfair's nice, after all. The magician's tricks leave a lot to be desired though, and Loki is quickly bored, moving on to the violinist, and eventually finding his way to the refreshments table where he takes a cup of tea an...a cucumber salad sandwich?

"It's good to see the locals have as creative a palette as they do a preference in entertainment."

It's uttered through a sigh, and not spoken to anyone in particular.

Oh aren't you a good egg?

This is a tradition he's never understood on Earth and so far under the ocean, it doesn't make any more sense, but he does spend his time for a moment watching a particular group of children who seem to be related, or at least close friends. There's a buff boy, clearly a leader, and a few others who follow him like dogs. His sister, though, clearly by familial appearance, seems to be tagging along as well. Smaller than the others, she's too slow to reach one egg, too short to get to another before her brother does, and he dangles it over her head like a trophy, taunting her with it.

He frowns at the display, reclining against a tree before he waves a hand nonchalantly and the brother's trousers promptly fall to his knees. The boy cries out, dropping his hand to retrieve them, and his precious trophy egg as well. The younger sister laughs, catching it, and running away before the brother can recover.

"Good girl."

Wildcard

Audio
It's wonderful to know the Sphere is so earnestly working toward our release. Since we're all trapped here for the duration, I suppose we'll all have to learn to get along, won't we?

Introductions are in order.

[Because how else is he going to alleviate his boredom if he doesn't know you people?]

My name is Loki.

[He thought about going by an alias, but decides to go with near truths rather than deceptions, at least for the moment.]

audio; un: j.doe

[bamboozlement]

Low-key what?

pietro maximoff >>> mcu

[soundspeed]

a good egg.

[you know what helps with finding the most eggs in an egg hunt? moving faster than literally everyone else. of course, pietro’s got an unfair advantage here, but if anyone’s complaining, he’s zipping around the orchard too fast to listen. hope y’all enjoy seeing that blur of blue and white whip past you!

he’s not a selfish cheater, at least - most of the eggs he collects are redistributed to the children, especially the smaller ones who aren’t quite fast enough to get past the older kids to claim a prize. pietro holds onto a few of the eggs, those with silver charm bracelets inside, to hand out to the prettiest ladies at this event with a compliment and a crooked half-smile. why yes, he is a shameless flirt.]

It’s not a dress from Paris, but it will still look almost as beautiful as you on your wrist.

wildcard: network.

un: no

Where is my sister.

[the new voice belongs to a young man with your standard hollywood russian accent; it’s taut with anger, like a land mine that’s waiting for the right moment to explode. he’s raced through every inch of the domes he could find, and there’s no sign of his twin.]

If you even try to do anything to hurt her ... I will kill you.

[pietro’s one of the good guys now, but he’s still quite willing to commit actual murder if anyone so much as lifts a finger to harm wanda.]

un: nodevil

[mostfaithful]

[The voice that responds sounds more amused than anything else. Hades is patient, and while he doesn't like change, he knows when he's been bested by a situation. For now.]

I'd rather not have to work right now. Please refrain from indiscriminate killing.

Wanda Maximoff --- MCU; Endgame

[scepterschild]

i. A good old fashioned barn (school) raising!

Wanda didn't know enough about construction to take charge but she was able to help move large and heavy pieces of wood to where they were needed. Red mist curled around the tips of her fingers and lifted the pieces of wood high enough to float above everyone's head. She kept track of her work and made sure that she wasn't about to unintentionally put someone in danger.

Once the wood was in place she used her other hand to grab a few nails and force them through the material. Clint's words filled her head as pleasant memories of him, his family and their farm came to mind.

After a few hours Wanda was standing off to the side with a glass of lemonade. She'd been working hard and deserved a break.

ii. Network, Text

Un: Witch

Does anyone know if there is life on the surface of this planet or is the Sphere the only thing here?

I'm looking for some people.

Does the Avengers mean anything to anyone?

iii. Wildcard

[Find her wandering around. I'm up for anything.]

text;; un: thefunone

[itsnothingpersonal]

The Avengers may mean something.

I believe your guess about life is as qualified as anyone else's.

Hades || Greek Myth

[mostfaithful]

1. Spring

Hades doesn't get to see spring or any other seasons for that matter. Still, the concept of it will always annoy him. Spring is the time when Persephone is taken from him. Much like what mortals consider winter, spring and summer are empty, cold times for him, and yet whatever had brought him here had seen fit to bring him into this spring festival. It was more than a bit insulting.

And yet, he could see the draw of the season, and how like his wife it was. There were beauty, kindness, and joy; but there was also a darker side to it. One that he was certain very few could see. With life came death, and with it, room for those new things to grow. After so long, Hades was sure that his wife knew this balance as well as he did, and he reached to cup a blooming flower, smelling the fragrance of his wife in it.

Perhaps spring wasn't all that bad if his wife could surround him by being within it.


2. Good Egg

It was generally Hades' policy to stay out of mortal affairs. They were messy and annoying, and in the end, they often brought people to him. There were, of course, a few circumstances where he'd had to intervene, but on the whole, he'd stayed clear of any mortal problems, unlike his siblings.

The young children running around and precariously climbing trees to get at the strange plastic eggs was something he felt might warrant a bit of 'godly intervention'; even if that intervention was letting them use his shoulders to steady themselves.

Spring

[threshes]

There's something subtle in the air around Persephone when she's working in one of the gardens. It's a little change, the first brush of a chill wind that she normally would expect to come before there was the sharp blast of a train's whistle. It was a train's whistle that came from a train that she was one of only three people with a heart beat to ride on, and she'd thought that she'd left it behind after the first few days without it coming, or without some earth quake or storm that might otherwise signify her husband's presence.

But still, the air was subtly different, it carried a weight to it that Persephone associated with the Underworld. It wasn't the heated sulfur and metallic tones of Hadestown, but the cool and dark feeling of the time before. It confuses her, and she just blinks as she rises to her feet, the starting to become familiar dirt of this place still clinging to her dusky skin as she looks around, flowers blooming in her hair. Persephone doesn't see him, or Hermes either, and she sure don't see the fates but still, the ancient feeling of her family doesn't go away.

AJ Crowley || Good Omens

[sauntervaguelydownward]

A Not So Good Egg

[ It may all be a bit of human fun, but he is still a demon, after all. Not to say that Crowley will be causing chaos, merely mild inconveniences. A group of rowdy, selfish boys may find themselves with eggs filled with sawdust or nothing at all. All a coincidence that he happens to have a few unwrapped chocolate candies in his hand that he's lazily chewing whilst he watches the boys clatter about for some sort of victory, isn't it?

Not exactly Hell-worthy an act, but a frustrated boy and frustrated girl will be a bit more temperamental later at night and be a bit more difficult for mum to put to bed. ]

Recreation Sphere

[ The sun may be artificial in nature, but it mimics the real thing well enough. It's a pity there aren't any ducks. Terribly entertaining and time wasting to feed. Somewhere deep down, Crowley feels a pang for a missing presence that's been near-constant for over six thousand years. No matter, he's slept through an entire century before, it's not as if he'll be missed. Not as if the Apocalypse will start without him, will it?

Waiting until there are no prying eyes, the demon melds into a form that rarely gets to stretch its metaphoric legs. The large, black snake that could be seen as some sort of exotic anaconda makes itself very comfortable on a rock big enough to curl up on, bathing in the warm rays. Should someone pass by and block his sun? The snake will lift his head and send a very judging and annoyed look your way.

Should snakes even be able to do that? Still, if the shadow doesn't happen to move, the snake speaks. ]

Excussssse me, you're blocking my sssun.

Network; Audio;; un: aj.crowley

Well, if this place doesn't absolutely scream manmade and human-inflicted, I'm not sure what does. You do all realize that none of this is natural, right? You have to have had at least an inkling. Now, I'm not one to scorn modern marvels in the leassst.

[ If that lisp sounds a bit serpentine, that was all in your head, right? Most definitely. ]

I'm not talking about 'Oh, well this place is self-sufficient and provides everything we need'. I'm talking more about the natural order of things. Life, death. There's a price for everything. Mossst people here won't be immune to it in the end.

audio;; un: thefunone

[itsnothingpersonal]

"Human-inflicted"? [He chuckles at that.] I should thank you. I've been trying to define it.

Theon Greyjoy | Game of Thrones

[beboth]

( A. Wildcard Scenario )

[ Theon's done his best not to think too deeply about the place he's suddenly found himself in. There's people of all sorts here, ones from places that he can't even begin to fathom and some that feel a bit more like home. And yet there's no one that he knows here or that knows him or those he knows.

Theon would have thought it could be freeing but it made him feel lost, more lost than he had felt since he decided to return to Winterfell. Isn't it strange how people became so much a part of your identity and without them...

He's kept to himself, clearly hesitant of approaching anyone or speaking too long to people. He's not made any solid connections as of yet but he's frequently found drinking wherever good alcohol can be found.

Eventually, he finally sits with someone when he drinks, crossing his arms in an instinctually defensive way.

This is the point he should say hello but... he doesn't. ]

( B. Network - audio )
un: theon

Why would anyone think that this method of communication would be good?

[ He doesn't like having something he doesn't understand in his head to say the least. ]

( C. Actual Wildcard )

[ will match styles/tenses. hmu with whatever your heart desires! ]

[ragnarsson]

[The person Theon chooses to sit down next to is unfortunately Ivar. Let's see how long it takes him to regret this decision, shall we? There's a look in Ivar's eyes as he scans this new potential person that is eerily reminiscent of Ramsay Snow and it's not just that icy eye color. It's that utter lack of humanity to them, no warmth at all. Instead, there's just a sense that he sees everyone around him like pawns on a chessboard looking into them that one gets.

Everyone here is for Ivar's entertainment. They just don't know it yet. There's a slightly murderous look on the Viking's face as he leans forward, assessing Theon. Don't show any fear, kraken. He can smell it.]

You are new.

john murphy | the 100

[mofi]

Oh, aren't you a good egg?

Murphy has found a few of his own eggs as he lazily traipses about without a destination in mind. A kid is quicker than him and takes one he had his eyes on. "Yeah, I let you have that one," he calls out as the kid giggles, running off to find another egg probably.

Murphy drops the plastic egg shells once he's pocketed the little treats inside. The candies go directly into his mouth, while the bracelets and silly sayings start to make his pockets full. He'll bride kids later and see if he can have more of those little chocolates.

He looks a bit out if place amongst the community. His boots are dirty and weathered. His light green cargo pants is more fitting for military drills than hunting for silly pastel eggs. The jacket he wears isn't any better.

Murphy is just a sight for sore eyes, really.

Another pastel egg catches his attention and begins to wander in that direction when something in the corner of his eye gives him pause. "I saw the egg first so go find another egg," he drawls.

audio: un: jmurphy

-- Where the hell is everybody? Josephine, I swear to God, if you did this. I will personally rip that chip out of your neck.

audio; un: ambiguity

[interconnectedness]

There's no one named Josephine here that I know of.

Robb Stark | Game of Thrones

[kingnamedstark]

I. Arrival (Wildcard Scenario)

[He isn't in the best mind frame as he's told where he is and that he is here for a reason. In his mind, he can still hear the "Rains of Castamere" and hear the screaming of his men. He can hear his mother begging for his life and see his wife on the floor. His death wrapped around him like a cloak, leaving him in a deep fog as he wanders, searching for something and nothing at the same time.

Eventually he finds somewhere that looks close enough to a tavern, but the act of opening the door is too much for his body, still sore and aching from his wounds. They may have healed, but he could still feel them. Some things couldn't be erased. With his hand on the door, he stands for a moment, staring at it, as though expecting it to warp and change.

There was someone next to him, but his thoughts are so jumbled, it's hard to make them out from the corner of his eye. He has to shake himself to remember he's blocking the entrance.]

I'm sorry. Am I in your way?

II. Network: un: youngwolf

In an effort to settle in, is there someone who can teach me how to use the more advanced technologies? I keep nearly breaking these things.

III. Wildcard

i

[toivory]

[He has stopped, and so has she. She can recognize him from behind, that deep recognition of blood calling to blood.

He hasn't changed. Not really.

It could be a trick- another game the Sphere was playing with them all, as when Ramsay had appeared. But it was a risk she was willing to take. If she was right- if it really truly was him... He had the power to change absolutely everything.]

...Robb? Is that you?

Oberyn Martell | Game of Thrones

[the_redviper]

Arrival | Wild Card

[ Contrary to what most might think, Oberyn only remembers the intense rage he was feeling of seeing the Mountain over him and knowing his fate. Sure, he also knows what will inevitably become of the Mountain afterward and there is great satisfaction in knowing that. Manticore poison was deadly and there was no doubt that the days following would be pure agony before death would eventually occur for him, as well.

But that all seems secondary to opening his eyes in a place that looks nothing like anything he knows. The term 'futuristic' cannot even be fathomed and before Oberyn leaves the area now belonging to him, he only sees it as a foreign place that needs exploring. One never needs a special occasion to have a strong drink anyway.

Turns out, this sexy Prince could use a map. Perhaps a guide? ]

Could you tell me where to find your Maester?


Network | un: oberyn

I am looking for some company to spend the evening with. Men or women. Both. I am not fussy.

un: ponine

[jondrette]

do you pay, m'sieur?

Eugénie Danglars | The Count of Monte Cristo

[withmywill]

[There's so much spring in here y'all]

It's been about a year since she and Louise left her father's house for parts unknown (but mostly Italy). She's seen a few cities since then, although admittedly none that can compare to Paris. This place where she finds herself now is even stranger than the places she'd been before; they hadn't been Paris, to be sure, but at least they hadn't had so many unfamiliar things that, if she didn't know better, she would think were magic.

It's a bit overwhelming, to be honest, and now that she's found the agricultural dome she's allowing herself some time just to wander through the trees and breathe in the scented air. This, at least, despite the harsh lights and the unfamiliar dome and the weight of the ocean hanging over them, is something familiar. She has smelled these smells before, and painted these scenes before, and if she closes her eyes she can almost imagine that she's back in Paris. Maybe one day she'll make her way back there, but at the moment there's nothing there for anymore.

She is, at the moment, dressed like a man, although that doesn't seem to be such an unusual thing for women to do here, which is some small indication that maybe she can continue to make her life her own.

Later in the evening, when the festivities are really starting to come into their stride, she has settled in a dark corner with a glass of wine (mostly untouched, as it doesn't nearly compare to French wines) to watch the violinist. She sighs wistfully. If only Louise had come here with her. She would enjoy this part.

Wildcard

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