May/June Test Drive Meme

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May/June Test Drive Meme

All you need is love.

So the Sphere heard that some of you guys are lonely. It doesn’t want you to be lonely so it has decided that even though it’s not really February the people within its confines and connected to them deserve to have a sort of Valentine’s Day anyway. Celebrating love (all sorts of love, definitely not merely the romantic sort) is on display. Think pink and red and white and loads of hearts and rainbows.

all you need is some kind of love.

In the middle of the merchant dome, some of the stalls pushed aside a large pink and white stripped tent is set up. Inside is a series of small tables, each set up with numbers and two seats each. When people go in and register to receive the number, they are given three initial options. Option one is romantic dating with further subcategories based on gender preferences (if any) and orientation. The second option is for friendship. The Sphere wants you to make friends! A third option only open to the adults within the Sphere is for hooking up and no strings attached sex. That is also sectioned by orientation and preferences.

Each option you pick allows people to talk for five minutes before people move onto the next person. At each station is the option for ice breaker cards. Think would you rather or describe your perfect date (date date or a friendship date. Whichever you’re working on.) Should players wish it, there are various unnamed NPCs around for people to chat up, hook up with or whatever. Go a little bit nuts with it.

it's all for a good cause

John put a post up that calls for the option to sign up for (or to be signed up by someone else) for a date that’s auctioned off. She somehow managed to convince Max to host said auction (but don’t ask how. You don’t want to know what she had on him) so he is your MC for the night.

The gala takes place in the same tent as the speed dating, but it’s been made over to look rather gala like. There’s fairy lights and silk on the tables and an open bar with circulating free champagne. And everything else of course. As always with the sphere there’s food in abundance, things that typically one might think of in a romantic context: strawberries and oysters and chocolate and finger foods. It’s that sort of party. None of it has any effect though. Too many people imbibing for that.

There’s a small band playing for people who are interested in dancing, and various NPCs are currently using it. It’s a good party, lively and inviting.

i get by with a little help from my friends.

So, you know how the people within the Sphere tend to force festivals on you? Well, a big part of those is always food and gifts. These particular foods and gifts tend to come in the form of small valentine’s cakes or candy, or flowers for those not inclined for food. The flowers are yellow however, because this isn’t about love. This is about friendship. There’s signs for free hugs, and random people have been hired to go about telling folks that so and so is their friend. Even if they’re not. But they’ll still follow you down the street and spout things like poetry and cheers in the honor of epic friendships. Even if they’re not really all that epic--the friendships or the poetry.

let's go to the movies, let's go see the stars

Some people may remember a few months ago when Alex badgered Max into letting them have an open area movie screening. This time she didn’t need to do it! In the middle of the rec dome, a large screen has been set up, and there’s space for people to have blankets or chairs from home set up in front of the screen. Various vendors have set up carts or stalls here and there, selling the sort of foods that one would expect at the movies (popcorn, homemade candies, soda, juice, wine and beer, nachos and that sort of thing) along with some that one may not expect: (full curry dinners, burgers, basically a bit like a food truck festival. If you can imagine it it’s there.)

Before the movie, there’s cartoons running, some familiar, and some not, and this is an event that people have seemed to have taken to well. Children run around here taken with the idea for the movie, and it’s a fun, summery festive sort of atmosphere with a community vibe, despite the wine and beer for sale.

we're heckling! it's good to be heckling again!

The movie is a buddy movie double feature, and both of them are rated R, but there’s no one checking IDs so go nuts. The movies that are being shown are Hot Fuzz and The Heat because that’s just what buddy comedies happen to be. But movies aren’t to everyone’s taste and there are some people who have taken this to go full on commentary about them. Do you join in or shush them? It’s entirely up to you!

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PENNY ROBINSON ★ LOST IN SPACE

[infinitesimalblip]

[ i get by with a little help from my friends. ]

[ The way she figures it, she can bide her time for now well enough. She's told herself to keep her head down and fly relatively under the radar, just assessing the situation and the other people here. It's unnerving that her family isn't here with her, but for right now, at least, she fully believes she'll be able to get back to them; or, to bring them here to her. She's fuzzy on the logistics of it all, but she's nothing if not determined.

In the meantime, there's no reason not to at least try to enjoy some of what this place has to offer. She's never actually been to any kind of festival like this before, so she's taking full advantage of the copious amounts of sweets. In fact, she's halfway through her third cupcake when she happens to notice someone holding a "Free Hugs" sign. Whoever happens to be nearby will hear her musing out loud. ]

What's that whole...deal, anyway? Hugging a stranger feels...weird.

[ let's go to the movies, let's go see the stars ]

[ Once again, Penny has opted for gathering up a large amount of food before she finds a comfortable spot to settle in. It's a weird thing to note, maybe, but it's been a really long time since she's been around so many people; is it comforting, is it suffocating? Hard to tell so far. But there's a movie involved, along with some good food, so she's got a spread of snacks on the blanket in front of her.

She also realizes rather quickly that her eyes were bigger than her stomach and there's no way she can eat this much food. So she glances at you, the person sitting closest to her, and offers up a few snacks. ]

Hungry? This is way more than I can eat.

i get by with a little help from my friends

[architector]

[ Antonio happened to be passing nearby when he hears the girl speak, and it's a voice he hasn't heard before. Preternatural hearing gives him a bit of an advantage on knowing whether or not he's heard a voice before, and as he closes the distance, not in a creepy way but simply avoiding a need to shout, his sense of smell confirms it. The girl is new.

He chuckles at her comment when he's at a comfortable speaking distance, nodding, though.]

It is, but the residents here are adamant we feel welcome...by showering us with unwanted affection.

Eleanor Blackwood | Original

[craftingshadows]

i. I get by with a little help from my friends

[Eleanor has seen many a festival and party in her time, having worked for the Lord of her village, and, more recently, in her travels as a Sparrow Keeper, but, she has to admit, she’s never seen or experienced any sort of celebration honoring friendship. It’s a lovely idea, actually, and she finds herself intrigued, but, given that this place is still so new to her, she also finds herself incredibly wary.

Particularly when one man starts to walk with her, spouting something that sounds like it’s supposed to be a poem.

It’s really rather not.

Eleanor tries to politely make excuses and step away, but the man follows, much to her dismay. No matter that she looks directly ahead, ignoring him, he continues to follow, waxing poetic about some poor sod who is supposedly ‘even more the bees knees than bees themselves,’ whatever that’s supposed to mean.

Eleanor struggles with patience, even on a good day. Abruptly, she turns, making fire in her fists. This man, apparently, does not understand subtlety.]

Sir, I do not doubt your commitment to your friend; it is very admirable. But I do have to insist that you stop following me.

[She makes sure to catch his eye as she brightens the flames, letting sparks fly, quite literally.]

Good day.

[Thankfully, it doesn’t take him long to depart after that.]

ii. Let’s go to the movies, let’s go see the stars

[Eleanor must admit, she’s curious as to what these ‘movies’ are; they sound like plays, from what she can gather, but apparently they don’t require a stage. Or live actors. It’s a concept that is very much foreign to her, so she decides it can do no harm for her to investigate this spectacle for herself.

The sight of children running around, playful and wild, is endearing; Eleanor can’t help but watch them a little, her heart moved. After all of the death and destruction she’s seen, such innocence is a welcome balm, like a warm bath, even in this strange new world.

The various scents of a wide variety of food also catches her attention; everything smells so delicious; Eleanor finds herself overwhelmed by the amount of food and drink available. She’s reminded a little bit of some of the seasonal festivals Rook’s Hollow would put on, full of food, laughter, and dancing. She tries not to let herself dwell on the nostalgia, but, she has to admit, she finds herself in a better mood than earlier this afternoon.

She decides to indulge and find some food for herself, but she can’t make up her mind. She approaches the first person she sees.]

Excuse me? Could you tell me which of these food vendors you’d recommend? There seem to be so many!

iii. Wildcard

[Have another option/prompt you’d like to play out? Let me know here, or you can find me on plurk at afaeryschild.]

i get by with a little help from my friends

[architector]

[After one spends 450 years on Earth primarily alone, due to longevity, people watching naturally becomes a pastime, and Antonio hasn't changed. Even if he were in the process, his kind change so slowly, most humans wouldn't notice, but he's nearby to watch Elanor's display, and he can't help the curiosity that jumps to mind, both at the odd scent, something...ethereal perhaps about her he can't place, likely due to never encountering it before, and then the very real scent of ozone from her flames.

A mage? Here?

He's intrigued enough to follow, falling in step beside her, confident his superhuman agility will allow a quick escape should she choose to turn her flames on him.]

You'll forgive a foolhardy greeting so soon after the rejection of that unfortunately fellow, won't you? I've not seen [or smelled.] you around before. Have you recently arrived? [Before giving her a chance to respond, he inclines his head in a slight bow.] Forgive my lack of manners. My name is Antonio.

John Constantine l DCTV

[lostsoulwizard]

1. All You Need is Love

John hated this place it was disgusting and sappy and he loathed every second of it. Not because he hated love but because he hated what all this reminded him of....Zari...sweet passionate Zari who fought him and protected him and tried to make him better. He'd failed her...he'd failed all of them. This hall pass was the one that hurt him the most.

He was currently walking around hunched into himself trying to give off clear "Back off" signals. He isn't planning on getting comfortable here or letting anyone in ever again...it just hurt too damm much.

2. Heckle, Heckle

John sat in the back of the area watching "Hot Fuzz" and trying not to roll his eyes too hard. It was over the top and stupid and even the Britishness of it was annoying. "Fucking tosser morons," he mutters at one scene, "no copper is that good at what he does."

John should know he's crossed enough of them to know the truth of getting arrested. He chucks some of his food at the screen annoyed.

3. Wild Card

[Find John anywhere you like but be careful he bites.]

All You Need is Love

[morethanatrickster]

Loki would be a liar if he said he enjoyed the get-togethers the Sphere demanded, which was exactly why he was here, meandering about the place and hoping to stumble upon someone, anyone at all, really, who might prove to be a relief to his boredom.

Luckily, a dejected man in a cream-colored trench coat happened across the God of Mischief's path. The trick was simple, of course. More than anything, there was something about this man that caught Loki's attention, and he wasn't precisely sure what.

A brief stint of invisibility, enough to put him into John's path, forcing the meandering man stumble directly into him just after he dropped the spell.

"My, my. I realize this whole affair is meant to bring us together, but I doubt the hosts meant it quite so literally."

Poe Dameron l Star Wars

[bb8sdaddy]

1. Wandering and Exploring

Events like this are why Poe loves being a pilot. He loves exploring and learning about other cultures to the point he worries about coming across annoying for asking so many questions. But's he wants to know everything so that he can share it with his friends. Watching Finn and Rey get excited about things he considers mundane has been fun and has allowed him to see things through fresh eyes.

Currently he's asking one of the vendors about their wares and learning about how they were made and what they are. He has no idea that anyone might be beside or next to him.


2. Movie Time

Poe didn't really get the whole watching a movie on a flat screen thing. He was used to the more dimensional feeling of a holo. But it was what most of the people here liked to do and he was willing to try something at least once to see if he liked it. The choices weren't bad just confusing since he had no frame of reference for most of it.

So his attention wasn't completely on the movie as he every so often looked around to people watch. He found that a lot more fun.

3. Wildcard

[Find Poe anywhere you like I'm game for almost anything.

2. Have one emotionally stinted should be dead guy

[havethestrength]

Ben's currently trying to get some shopping done. Trying to win over Rey's porg and dealing with Watt's puppy is frustrating, and he can't seem to get a handle on either animal. The puppy is one thing, but there's a sense of guilt that comes with the porg. He's the reason his uncle was on that planet, after all. If it hadn't been for his choices, his uncle Luke wouldn't have run.

Physically, there's barely any trace of Kylo Ren remaining. He still favors all black, and his clothing is the same as when he once (arguably) ruled the galaxy, but the lightsaber on his hip is his uncle's, not the one he'd made so many years before.

"You're new?" It's a cautious question. He's still not used to putting himself out there when talking to people. His communal dorm is hard enough, but talking to strangers is worse. Still, this place emphasized helping others, and he wanted to be a better person; a person worth the chance this place had given him. He needed to try.

Natasha Romanoff | MCU | Through Civil War

[maskirovat]

I. I Get By With a Little Help from My Friends

Okay is the word that came to Natasha's mind when she wandered into this feeding frenzy of flowers and friendship. Okay in the fact that Thaddeus Ross wasn't going to be an issue nor were the weight that the accords placed on her shoulders. She picked at the roses, wondering why no one on their team could see her point of view, that sticking together was the best option to fight the Accords. Steve... maybe would have listened if Tony had been willing to give a little.

Ugh! Men were so... stubborn.

Natasha's musings were broken by the pair of arms she suddenly felt around her waist.

"Oh... hello"


5. Let's Go to the Movies

Now movies were definitely something Natasha could get behind. It is a little known fact that Nat liked to sneak into the back of the theatre's incognito so she could get the full movie experience. She almost kissed Tony for giving her a private theatre on her floor of the Tower.

She settles in with a bucket of popcorn.

"Can we make requests?" She mused out loud.

i get by with a little help from my friends

[morethanatrickster]

It's been some time since someone from his universe has been drawn here by the Sphere, and he's surprised, at this little celebration, to find Agent Romanoff of all people. He quirks an amused eyebrow from across the way when a small child, a local from the look of her, gives the woman a friendly embrace.

He cloaks his approach with a simple invisibility spell in order to approach at her side in the crowd without the woman noticing, smirking as he drops the spell once he knows his quiet greeting will be heard. He has no idea how this woman is going to react, but in his experience, Romanoff is the most level-headed of their lot and the most likely to talk first rather than going to blows. What a shame that would be.

"Hello, Agent Romanoff. Enjoying the festival?"

Finn |Star Wars

[finnesse]

Food, Wandering, Etc...

[People back in his homeworld thing that Finn is a confident, self-assured hero... well save Solo, but he's dead so no one is around to blab. The fact is that Finn puts up a good front, having had years to master the confidence needed to make people think he's a contributing member of the rebellion and not just a First Order reject.

Finn steps in to the market-like area and deciding to make the most of his current situation heads toward the stalls, pushing down his feeling of panic at not having Rey or Poe with him. ]

What is this?... exactly?

Movies

Finn never went to a movie like this before, there were no movies like this to speak of back home. He's been a little busy lately to do something so frivolous. He sits down with some popcorn but he is eyeing it warily. He looks to the person next to him.

"Want some?"

It never hurts to have someone try your food before you eat it, right?

[unpawnish]

[Rey had sensed him even before she'd heard him or seen him, and she'd taken off through the market place in a run. Yes, things here were complicated as they could be, but there was no way that Rey was going to hide from her best friend. They would figure it all out later. She doesn't know when he is from, but she's got her lightsaber staff over her back, and she's dressed in more this-place-like shades of gray, but she definitely has a broad grin on her face when she shouts his name and throws herself into his arms.]

Georgia Mason | Newsflesh

[choosetruth]

it's all for a good cause

It had taken about ten seconds for the playful recruiter for the date auction to go from teasing that she'd put Georgia's name into the jar to finding that she had some very important business on the other side of the room. It didn't help improve Georgia's mood, or her headache, though the lights down here are infinitely less painful than the sun.

She stomps up to the bar and glares at the champagne before turning to the bartender. "Please tell me you have a can of Coke I can drink."

Then she opens up her laptop and starts to type. What? She has her own way of partying.


i get by with a little help from my friends.

If there's one thing Georgia hates, it's unsolicited hug attempts. When the friendly, free hugs person comes her way, she holds up a hand.

"If you touch me, I will stick my boot somewhere very unpleasant and you'll find yourself unable to hug for the next year."

The man mutters something about how he was just trying to be nice. Georgia rolls her eyes behind her sunglasses and moves on.

Today is the worst.

Wildcard

[Is it possible to catch Georgia in a good mood??? Probably not, but maybe you can get her in a not entirely murderous mood. It's slightly better?]

It's all for a good cause

[11calls]

Alex Reagan isn't doing the dating thing, but she is dressed up and does have a glass of champagne in order to enjoy the festivities that are happening around her. She can't help it, she really does love a party. Dressed in a gown, Alex just makes her way towards the woman who was sitting there working on her computer. Alex knows that look, honestly, and she's had that look before way too many times. Moving to drop down into the seat next to her, Alex offers her a bottle of soda. "Not quite coke, but it tastes the same." Which Alex thinks it does, because whoever's memory it came from had a either a good one or a lot of it. Or both.

It was probably both.

But she asks with a gesture of her chin towards the computer. "What are you working on?"

Alex Claremont-Diaz | Red, White, and Royal Blue

[bisexualdisaster]

it's all for a good cause

Alex is, maybe, kind of, seeing someone back home.

Sort of? He's still not sure what he and Henry even are. Is there a word for nemesis-turned-weird-friend-but-then-you-kissed-and-now-you-have-mindblowing-sex-sometimes? It's not like they're dating. That would be a disaster, even leaving apart the complications of Alex being the president's son and Henry being an actual English prince. It's just... him? And Henry. No. Definitely not. No. And if Alex keeps thinking about him, well, that's just because he clearly isn't keeping himself busy enough.

So auctioning himself off on a date is a great solution. Meet some people, get a huge ego boost from how many people want to date him even without his mom being the president here, flirt, dance, drink, and lose himself in the crowd of people having fun. It's a perfect plan, and he's already feeling better as he hits the dance floor.

If he occasionally thinks of Henry at the New Years' Eve party the night before they kissed for the first time, well, that's stupid and his brain needs to stop.


we're heckling! it's good to be heckling again!

Watching a movie is fun. Heckling during a movie is even more fun. Alex has a bowl of popcorn and he's balanced precariously on the back of a plastic chair that has not tipped over yet. But he's having a good time. He makes snarky comments and occasionally throws popcorn at people.

It's not the same without June and Nora around, or even Henry. But he doesn't let himself dwell on that. Everyone's wrong. He's great at making friends. He's charming and people like him. He's sure it's just a matter of time.

Ugh, he misses them so much.

Wildcard

[GO NUTS]

we're heckling! it's good to be heckling again!

[unbridledtiger]

A piece of popcorn lodges itself in the stark white hair of the young man sitting a few rows ahead of Alex. He doesn't seem bothered but instead looks curiously at the popcorn before glancing back at its thrower. It was obvious who had thrown it and it doesn't look like he's noticed Seth's curious stare.

The popcorn was light and while Seth was familiar with the taste, he wasn't a fan of the hard shells that sometimes got stuck in his teeth. He rose and walked away from the movie as if disinterested, only to circle back and walk along Alex's row. He took the seat next to him and leaned back as if relaxing.

"Do you not like popcorn?" His voice was smooth but low, not quite a whisper, and balanced between his pointer and middle finger was a piece of popcorn. "I thought I should return this to you."

Steve Rogers | MCU (post Civil War)

[backin_theworld]

get by with a little help from my friends

The festivities make Steve think of Peggy, making his heart hurt a little more without showing it outwardly as he walks along, looking at things as he passes them. That's when he receives his first random hug. Not exactly his thing, but he's a nice guy.

The second time it happens, Steve tries to protest, hands out, shaking his head only to be tackled again by an overly smiley young man.

Steve was a lot more watchful after that and anyone who even looks remotely suspicious will suddenly lose track of the good captain who has taken to hiding around corners and plants and even under a table full of red and white decorated cupcakes.


let's go to the movies, let's go see the stars

Steve enjoys the movies, but back when he and Bucky would go see them, he was usually along because his friend didn't want him staying at home alone. They showed footage of the war going on in Europe instead of the films that later became classics.

So, when he heard there was going to be a movie played in the recreation dome, Steve heads over, grabs some popcorn and a soda and begins to look for an open spot to sit.

Wildcard

[ Have at 'er! ]

[king_inthenorth]

Jon would have left at the first sight of random hugs from strangers if he hadn't promised a couple of people (primarily his sister and his girlfriend) that he would come. It's not that he doesn't like celebrating things, or hugs. It's just that he doesn't trust strangers touching him, even when they've got a smile on their face. Having a wolf at his side doesn't help as much as he would expect it to; Ghost doesn't so much warn people off as attract extra attention from those who want to meet him.

So he's not surprised when he's trying to find an out-of-the-way place to get away from the random hugs and finds that someone's already there. It means he's not the only one who wants to avoid the hugs. He smiles a bit sheepishly. "We're not the only ones who had that idea. We'll find a different corner."

Seth Rim - Original Character

[unbridledtiger]

[ooc: information about Seth can be found on his journal here if you'd like it.]

i. it's all for a good cause

[Seth is a fan of parties.

He doesn't generally attend them to celebrate a specific holiday or mark an occasion but instead to watch those around him. A ready supply of liquor will often make such events exciting and this night already begins to show promise. He signs up for the dating auction and spends a great deal of his time before that circling the dance floor with a drink in his hand.

His white hair is messy, despite his efforts to run his fingers through it while pale golden eyes cast a curious gaze over the gala. Seth is still wearing what he'd arrived in and while it doesn't entirely fit in with the gala, it doesn't stand out either. His pants are black and well made while a white button down shirt covers most of his chest. A dark blue vest hangs over that while a silver pendant is looped around his neck, its insignia hidden beneath the buttons of his shirt.

When the auction begins he stands with the others and while he doesn't know anyone else here, he hopes that it goes well. He's handsome by some standards though thin and only lightly muscular compared to some of the others to be auctioned. When its his turn there is a bit of a smirk to his lips, as if he finds all of this very amusing.]

ii. i get by with a little help from my friends.

[This is a strange event and while Seth isn't particularly interested in it, he finds himself moving along with the crowd and trying his best to emulate those around him. Unlike some of the other men and women, Seth is a fan of poetry and able to recite many poems flawlessly from years of studious reading.

It doesn't matter who it is, male or female, adult or child, his goal is to spread cheer and good feelings to those around him.

Part way through the event he spots a young girl, maybe twelve, with a glimmer of moisture in her baby blue eyes. He thought of Lisa and found it impossible to ignore her. Nibble fingers swipe a rose from a bouquet of a passerby as he drops down to his knees in front of the young girl.]

Please, steady your heart my princess and allow me to recite to you a poem. [He presents the rose as a smile touches his lips.]

When I consider every thing that grows
Holds in perfection but a little moment.
That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows
Whereon the stars in secret influence comment.
When I perceive that men as plants increase,
Cheerèd and checked even by the self-same sky,
Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease,
And wear their brave state out of memory;
Then the conceit of this inconstant stay,
Sets you most rich in youth before my sight,
Where wasteful Time debateth with decay
To change your day of youth to sullied night;
And all in war with Time for love of you,
As he takes from you, I engraft you new.
[credit: william shakespeare]

[The young girls crying stops and she stares as her small fingers wrap around the stem of the rose. Seth continues with only a brief pause, his voice gentle and warm.] Should you feel sad, please remember my words princess. [With the young girl stunned, Seth rises and heads back into the crowd.]

iii. wild card

[ooc: Come at me with any of the options!]

I

[doubled_speed]

Don't try and get people to bid higher. Not worth it.

[The words are whispered a young man with equally white hair, and he doesn't look amused as he nurses a glass of wine. Of course it might make sense as to why. He's been auctioned off once already, and still has another two rounds to go. Hates his friends and family, thanks.]

People here just have nothing better to do with their lives.

Lucifer Morningstar | Lucifer

[hisfavoriteson]

[All You Need Is Love

Okay, Cupid, Lucifer gets the point. Love, or something. Lucifer personally would rather skip the relationship part altogether and go right to the sex bit. Relationships are messy and confusing and they hurt and his life was easier before he had to navigate them. (Although, if he's being honest, he wasn't happier before than he is now.) Seeing all the pink arrows everywhere has soured his normally good mood a bit, because it reminds him of things he'd rather not think about right now.

"Isn't this the wrong month for this holiday?"

No, he won't enjoy it just because, thank you.

[All You Need Is Some Kind Of Love

This is the kind of celebration of love he can get behind. The physical part. He'd bypassed the "find a relationship" section (they're messy and they hurt and he's tired of navigating human emotions) and the "find a friend" part (he misses the friends he already has, okay, and isn't looking for news ones, thank you) and gone straight to the adults-only part. He's lounging casually in a chair and ignoring the rules of how it's supposed to work, because rules are no fun, but that doesn't really matter, because he knows that people who are here looking for sex will talk to him whether he's following the rules or not.

So why don't you come talk to him and see how much fun ignoring the rules can be?

[Let's go to the movies, let's go see the stars]

Movies? Movies! He loves movies as much as might be expected from someone who lives in the city that contains Hollywood, if not moreso; not everyone would recognize the star of cheesy 90s b-list sci fi movies (or her daughter), after all. So despite the fact that he's seen both of these movies numerous times, he's there early to get a good seat, and then he settles in with his giant tub of popcorn and jumbo drink. Sit next to him if you dare.

[Wildcard]

Come at him with something of your choice!

Some Kind of Love - Well hello fellow MoM-er!

[unbreakable_king]

"You know," Rhy says as he approaches the man that has been sitting in a chair and not moving when he's supposed to, "you're supposed to move when the bell rings. Five minutes is the typical timing."

The man slides into a seat across from him, tilting his head curiously as he considers the stranger.

"You're new."

Ned Stark | Game of Thrones

[a_deadman]

All You Need Is Love

None of the decorations made sense to him. Ned stood there, confusedly looking at the hearts and arrows and candy lips and rainbows for longer than most would. He was quite overwhelmed at the array of colours, too. It was all a little much. But that wasn't all and adjusting to being a dead man, in a different world from his own, at the bottom of the ocean, in the future.

The elder Stark stares at things as he walks along, trying to make sense of it and ultimately failing.

"What did you call this again?"

[ Wildcard ]

[ For those one on one Stark Fambly (this means you, too Theon) Feels ]

<3 <3 <3

[toivory]

She saw him from afar, but there was no denying those broad shoulders. She'd grown, and he'd stayed just as she remembered him.

And she does remember, right there, in a quick flash she can see him in front of her, prepared to swear fealty, to join the Black in order to keep his life. She remembers how hot it was on the Steps of Baelor, and how proud she'd felt of herself, standing there alongside the boy she would profess she loved more than anything. That sentiment would only last a few more moments.

It had been a lifetime ago. And it had been yesterday.

"Father!" She yells, and before he can even turn she's running toward him, picking up her skirts to try to close the distance faster. She was always good at running, her long legs coming in handy. When she meets him, she throws her arms around him, a little girl welcoming her daddy home, tears a foregone conclusion.

Sofía Herrera | Control Z

[nothingunsolved]

( ᴀ. ɪ ɢᴇᴛ ʙʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʜᴇʟᴘ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴍʏ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs )

There was no point in hanging around her assigned housing by herself, nothing to observe or learn about her new surroundings there. So it wouldn't help her solve any mysteries or bring any solutions on finding something about getting back that no one had noticed just yet. She's used to observing things that other people don't see, she's known for it at her school even.

Sofia makes her way through the festivities. She accepts some food at some point but most people get a polite, amused smile and a shake of her head. Her eyes are on those around her, learning what she can about the limited amount of people that seem to inhabit this place.

She's just escaped one of the people following around with terrible poetry and found an abandoned bench to sit on, she draws her knees up to her chest and her headphones up from around her neck to over her ears. She might seem like a loner but if you join her she'll smile warmly and be open to conversation.

( ʙ. ʟᴇᴛ's ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇs, ʟᴇᴛ's ɢᴏ sᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀs )

[ Sofia hits up a few different snacks and finds a nice place a little raised above where most people are settled and sits with her popcorn and pizza and a beer that she thinks was far too easy to acquire.

She leans back on her hands after opening it and taking a sip. Her interest is more on the people attending, which ones actually were there to watch the movie and others that clearly had other motives or were just bored. She was vaguely paying attention to the movie but it didn't seem nearly as interesting as people watching. ]

( ᴄ. ɴᴇᴛᴡᴏʀᴋ - ᴛᴇxᴛ )
ᴜsᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ: observar

So, obviously people have decided to accept this is reality and everything so I'll skip what I surmise are people's usual questions here and get to something useful.

First, is there anyone from El Nacional and know about our whole hacker friend?

Second, is there school? Is it a waste of time here?

Third, what do you even do if you're parents are here with you?

( ᴅ. ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀʏ sʜᴀʀᴇ )

[ As Sofia turns the corner to go to her bright yellow locker a sigh leaves her. Gerry's just grabbed Luis and slammed him into the locker with a "Whoa, Hey Luisto" and then asking the inane question "Where are you going?" Luis gives a simple "To class," as he tries to get off of the locker -- her locker. She pulls her headphones down around her neck and walks up as Gerry continues, "How come you don't say hi? We're friends right? Come on"

She walks up, putting herself in Gerry's space. ]

But you aren't, are you? Are you two friends, Luis?

[ Luis says nothing, looking mournful as he raises his arm in a nervous tic to his ear. ]

I didn't think so. Right?

[ Gerry says "No," before continuing, "Listen, Sof, if you can't tell we're a bit occupied right now." ]

Yeah, I see that. The problem is, that's my locker.

[ She points at the locker that Luis was shoved against. Gerry glances at it. "Ah, right. Sorry about that." Luis tries to pull away from the locker to leave and Gerry presses his shoulders back while he looks over at Sofia. "Just give us a few minutes and we'll be out of here."

Sofia raises a brow and gives Gerry a once over, seeing the hair on his shoulders, indicating he'd had a haircut likely just before school and it didn't seem professional. She reaches for his shoulder to point out and pull at some of the hair. He arches away from her with a darkened look on his face. She keeps swiping at his shoulder to get the hair off as she speaks. ]

Did you get a haircut, Gerry? It looks great on you. You couldn't have done it yourself.

[ Gerry nervously presses his necklace against his mouth as she keeps going. ]

Was it your mom?

[ One of his friends, Dario, starts laughing before she continues. ]

And Ernesto needs one, once he deals with his dandruff. There's shampoos for that. You've had it since we were both freshmen. But I guess you're still not quite as bad as Dario. That thing on your lip is herpes, right? Is that from Valeria in 1-B? She's the only one that has it.

[ Gerry goes "Isn't she you're cousin?" and Dario quickly retorts, "Shut up, that's not true. She's crazy" ]

So will you move?

[ "Your jokes are good. I'll give you that. They really are. But why don't you let us finish, while you fuck off and we'll go once you let me--" Gerry says, Sofia still in his face, cutting him off. ]

You're the ones in my way, right now.

[ Gerry's jaw tenses and he leans forward, trying to intimidate Sofia. "Look here," he presses the tip of his thumb and index finger to her jaw, tapping before she pulls her head back slightly. "You freak. One of these days you're going to get yourself in trouble. And I don't want that. You should try to behave, all right?" Sofia smirks, tilting her head up, the smirk shifting into a condescending smile. ]

But Gerry, based on how many classes you're failing...

[ The expression shifts to mock concern as she talks. ]

And the number of days you don't show, statistically I'm doing way better than you.

[ That draws an actual snicker out of Luis who had otherwise been cowering against the locker through the duration of the exchange. Gerry shoves him harder against the locker before Dario grabs Gerry's arm and says "Let's go. She's crazy." And Ernesto agrees, "Yeah, let's go." ]

I'll see you in class okay?

[ Sofia says still having her head upturned and not backing away from Gerry. Dario insists, "Gerry, leave her." Gerry chuckles and pokes her shoulder. "You win, congratulations," he turns his attention to Luis, "Get her to all your fights. She's good." And then back to Sofia, "Take care of your stuff. Crazy people tend to lose it." ]

Yeah, sure.

[ The three bullies walk-off, Gerry kicking Luis' backpack further down the hall first, turning around for one final comment. "Luis, I'll see you later, dude." Luis exhales heavily and wipes his nose with the edge of the sleeve of his sweater. "Thank you, Sofi." ]

Can I get to my locker, please?

( ᴇ. ᴡɪʟᴅᴄᴀʀᴅ )

[ Feel free to change styles/tenses. I'm up for whatever else might hold your interest for first meetings or whatnot. She'd probably frequent places where there are lots of people to watch without being too close to them, the library and stuff like that. ]

C - Because apparently Tommy powerbombed Rhy away from this once he saw the text.

[doubled_speed]

First, what even is reality? Isn't it just experience? Who even knows.
Second, never heard of the school but hackers suck.
Third, yeah there is a school I think. I don't know much about it.
Finally, me? Dinner with her once a week, ask her to babysit my pet sloth, make sure she doesn't kill my grandfather?

Satoko Houjou | Higurashi No Naku Koro Ni.

[strengthfound]

let's go to the movies, let's go see the stars

[ In contrast to the cheerful atmosphere around her, Satoko looks depressed. Her expression is listless, her eyes downcast, and she’s not paying attention to the cartoons that are playing at all. She’d come here to cheer herself up, but all she’s managed to do is remind herself just how much she misses her friends back home… ]

[ Suddenly, she stands up, her fists clenched in frustration.]

This is stupid.

[ She’s muttering to herself, though it’s not too difficult for anyone to hear her. ]

I’m going back to my room…

[unbridledtiger]

[Seth glances over and frowns.]

You should stay and enjoy yourself.

[He isn't really too concerned about the movie. He likes to people watch and has been enjoying watching the various reactions to the movie. It's for that reason that he notices the girl rise and made her declaration to leave.

It seems odd and he's curious.]

Donatello | TMNT (bay-verse)

[actualgenius]

i get by with a little help from my friends

Anyone taking a look near one of the walls of the merchant dome will be greeted by a curious sight: what appears to be a giant turtle with a gratuitous amount of electronics strapped to his oversized shell, wearing some rather high tech goggles that he's regularly adjusting with various turns of the lenses and the pressing of buttons on the sides of them with his three fingered hands. All the while, he seems to be muttering to himself. Then, he steps back and presses a button on the side of those goggles and a fully holographic display appears before him.

"Incredible! The molecular density of the barrier must be off the charts if these calculations are correct!" He continues to ramble and he makes virtual notes in that holographic display of his. Maybe he'd intended to use the cover of the festival to take readings in such a crowded place, but whatever his motivation, his interest seems to have taken over and he's lost track of paying attention to anything else.

That is unless he's approached. One of the various windows in his holographic display lights up red and the 6'6" walking, talking turtle still, breath catching, and he mutters, "crap." He waves a hand and the display disappears and he wheels to turn to the approacher, smiling though slightly awkwardly.

"Hi there. Can I help you?"

network - audio

[The problem with being an actual genius with thoughts that run rampant even when they're slow is that you tend to ramble over a network devise that's specifically jacked into your brain.]

Hi, hello, greetings, salutations, guten tag...uh...bonjour? Kon'nichiwa! My name is Donatello, and I was wondering if you all could help me out with a little research project of mine. I'm trying to calculate the odds of new arrivals appearing from any given world, so if you could, please tell me how many of us are from the same one? It'll help my calculations immensely.

[A beat.]

Uh...thank you for your time. Don, signing off.

network - audio

[blindpuppet]

That was a super redundant hello.

[Anyway.]

Does this factor in different timelines or universal parallel's versus entirely different planes of existence?

Eleven | Stranger Things

[experiment011]

a. It's All For A Good Cause

[ Eleven is pretty much unfazed by the speed daters. People talking nervously to each other, making awkward introductions and talking about goals in life. She isn't there for the socializing—she wants a taste of the snacks.

Looking over the finger foods and contemplating her selection, she picks up an oyster and examines it, unsure of how someone is supposed to eat a clam of all things. She sniffs it and cringes. If it tastes anything like what it smells like, she can't imagine anyone actually willingly consuming one of these. Boggled, she turns to the person closest to her and asks: ]

We eat these?

b. Let's Go To The Movies, Let's Go See The Stars

[ Did someone say 'movies'? Eleven adores movies. She wastes no time nabbing some popcorn and munches on it while she walks around searching for a place to sit. There just happens to be an open patch of ground right in the most ideal viewing spot, where the screen is dead center and not too far away. It's next to a stranger, though, so she'd better make sure the spot isn't taken already. ]

Can I sit here?

c. Network. Text; UN: eleven

Where am I? How do I leave? I don't want to be here.

d. Wildcard

[ I'm up for anything! ]

[stantheman]

You're in the sphere. There's no way to leave on your own.

Are you okay?

Carl Doe | Original Character

[webelieveyou]

ALL YOU NEED IS SOME KIND OF LOVE

Carl wasn't sure what he'd been expecting when he'd made his way down to the merchant's dome. He was already stuck in an alternate dimension at the bottom of the ocean with nothing to show for it. He might as well give a look to this festival thing they'd all been invited to. It was better than sitting in his dorm bed, alone. He'd grown up that way, mostly, with a few non-attached relationships along the way, but after meeting Jagger and finding someone who actually gave a shit about his existance, he was finding it hard to go back to just being on his own again. Normally he would have jumped on option three, a night spent in a bed with someone else did a lot to alleviate loneliness, but he doesn't know where anyone in this place has been.

He's not really interested in a significant other, either, and so, option 2 it is. He's dressed casually, in pants that look like what Star Trek might have invented to replace jeans and a snug-fitting shirt akin to a tshirt. The clothes in that chest had been weird, but they suited him well enough. His wavy, dirty blond hair was pushed to the side in a disheveled sort of way that was clearly aided by mousse and his faded blue eyes sparkled with the smile he gave when someone joined him at his table.

"Well, hi there, new friend," and then, in a softer, more conspiratorial tone as he leaned forward slightly, "I think that's what they want us to do, right? Make friends? I'm Carl."

I GET BY WITH A LITTLE HELP FROM MY FRIENDS

Never let it be said that Carl isn't a giver. Sure, there are locals all about giving away hugs and flowers, but when in Rome, do as the Romans do, and it was as good a reason as any to get to talking to the people around here and getting an idea of who's actually in charge and what's actually going on around here. He's dressed casually, hair cast aside in a devil-may-care fashion that was clearly contrived, but his grin is friendly enough to make up for it.

He lines in his face mark him as late 20s or early 30s and the lines around him mouth suggest smiling in this very fashion is familiar to him. His faded blue eyes are warm and welcoming as he approaches the nearest passerby, pulling them into a hug and then adjusting the hand-written sign hanging by a string around his neck. 'Free hugs' it read.

"Was that weird? I feel like it was kind of weird. Sorry, but this place is just so damned happy."

NETWORK. Text; UN: TheSpooksMan

Goooood morning, Undersea-ers! That would have been better over audio. Anyway, I have an incredibly serious question for all of you. Seeing as this is an underwater city and we have a government and everything, uh...what's the name of the place? I know the Sphere's the one who brought us here, but...is that it? It's not...New Aquatica or something? Inquiring minds need to know.

Carl out.

ALL YOU NEED IS SOME KIND OF LOVE

[unknownmoirai]

Inesa had attended the event with the intention of making friends. She was wearing a cute white lacy dress with a pair of brown worn boots. Her long hair was braided on either side of her shoulders while a light olive green jacket rested comfortably on her shoulders. She was dressed nice but also comfortable.

When she sat down, she matched Carl's smile. "Yes. I think that's what we're doing or-- I hope it is."

"I am called Inesa. It's nice to meet you Carl."

Harry Dresden | The Dresden Files

[harrythelizard]

all you need is some kind of love.
Dragged in would be a safe way of describing the ridiculously tall man sitting at a friend-making table. He was reminded painfully of grade school, being forced to share things about his summer vacation, which had normally meant making something up. 'What did you do on vacation this year, kids?' 'I learned how to properly form and fuel a fireball, Miss Perkins!' Everybody stares. Awkward sidelong glances all around. Here, inside a pink and white tent with a number on his table, he felt like he was on display, to spite there being several others around.

Why did the weird ball want them to make friends? Were they going to take away the puppy later? Was this a weird social experiment? They'd provided some ice breaker questions on a little card at each table, and he read them over as the buzzer sounded for everyone to shuffle one table to their rights, and oh look! He had a new friend.

He looked up from the card smiling. Well, he thought, it's now or never, Harry. Here's when you find out whether you have a terrifying smile. He cleared his throat and read from the card authoritatively.

"Hello, new friend. My name is Harry. What's your silliest...dance move? Oh, come on, really?"


lets go to the movies, let's go see the stars
Now this was more like it. Harry Dresden and technology didn't mix well at all. Anything after World War II tended to malfunction around him, but here, he was far enough away from the projector that he could just enjoy a movie, like a normal person. He's got a pretty big blanket to himself, and an ungodly amount of snacks and sweets because he's a big guy and big guys like to snack. If anyone joins him on the blanket, which he doesn't object to, they will be treated to the wizard stuffing oozy, buttery popcorn in his mouth and then offering that greasy back to them.

"Wha shaam," he asks around a mouthful? He is grace. He is charm.


Wildcard
[Feel free to run into Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden anywhere!]

Let’s go to the movies - Someone to steal your snacks, as promised!

[gadaboutdetective]

Llewellyn was more than a little fascinated with the progress made on moving pictures. The special effects, the sound, it was quite clear that the debate on whether the inclusion of audio would kill the industry or not had ended with both it’s survival and furthering. He did not understand some of the movies on display, but he certainly enjoyed getting to try all the interesting snacks while he tried to figure the plots or humour out.

He was on his way back to grab some more snacks (What? It’d been at least twenty minutes since he finished off the last thing he’d been munching on) when he happened upon a sight that definitely was enough to give him pause. Sure, it wasn’t a weird sight considering the fact that everyone else was doing exactly what Harry was. What everyone else was not, was nearly so tall (this dude was far taller than even he was!), nor were they hoarding quite as many snacks.

So rather than be put off by the rather lacking manners (his own needed polishing, according to some) he raised a brow before plopping himself down. “If you’re sure about offering, uh— Thanks, don’t mind if I do.” Llewellyn never turned down an invitation to share food, before the sphere they hadn’t come his way often enough.

One (or two) handfuls of popcorn later, he glanced away from the screen. “Mm... Oh, I’m Detective Llewellyn Watts, you are?”

Goro Akechi | Persona 5: Royal | Spoilers warning!

[justcawse]

All you need is love;

[With Akechi dealing with yet another unseen force manipulating his life, seeing all of the decorations and the atmosphere these days are the least of his worries. As far as he knows, it was past Valentine's Day and even White Day. He's gotten gifts and chocolates from his fans back when people still looked up to him, but that didn't mean that Akechi really cared all that much for the holiday. He didn't really celebrate any holiday, to be honest.

He was not eager to participate in the festivities, so he decided to try to keep his distance from it all. It all celebrated something that he didn't believe in in the end; which was close bonds to anybody. Anyone is free to catch him sneaking off.]

It's all for a good cause;
[In the middle of him trying to avoid being noticed, he'd eventually been caught sneaking away. And after a bit of talking and declining any kind of attention, he was still being pushed towards the stalls. 'It was just for friendships' and they were the best way to get to know new people here when he was new himself...

He wasn't too particularly fond of the idea, but it was clear that they weren't going to accept no as an answer. If it was just to "make friends", he could always just put on his usual facade and get it over with quickly. What he didn't expect was to suddenly be put up for some sort of auction. The random person conveniently left that bit out.

Pushed onto the stage, he'd made a few attempts to walk back off, but was ushered back on every time.]

Listen, there's been a misunderstanding here...

[Help him off before he loses he cool. Or you know... bid on him to make him hate his life even more.]

Wildcard;
[Make your own prompt! Akechi won't be eager to partake in the others. Also as a note, he will be coming from Royal, so beware of possible spoilers.]

Jeyne Westerling • Game of Thrones / ASOIAF

[prumia]

A • i get by with a little help from my friends.

A brunette stands awkwardly on the side of the street, holding an assortment of yellow flowers in her hands. She's tried to move away from her spot for several minutes now, but to no avail; every so often a random passerby would stop to give her something, usually offering her some form of cake or candy, but she's not really had any appetite since she's arrived. Flowers seem to cheer her up a little, though, and somehow all these strangers — claiming to be friends! — have caught on and now she just has so many.

"Thank you," Jeyne says to everyone with an incline of her head. She's timid, polite. But very sad.

B • let's go to the movies, let's go see the stars.

Jeyne's found a spot out back to settle with her blanket, just watching the people going about their businesses. She's set aside her recently acquired bouquet of flowers, though a few remain on her lap and she seems to be absentmindedly stringing them together into some sort of crown.

A child with red hair runs right past where she's seated, laughing as he's chased by two other, younger children, and suddenly her expression crumples, one hand sliding to her belly as she stubbornly blinks back tears. Then she purses her lips into a thin but determined line and forces herself to look up at the screen instead. She doesn't really get what she's seeing there, but it's not like she's really looking, anyway.

C • wildcard.

[ hit me with anything or PP me at notanybunny for plotting! jeyne is jeyne but she follows talisa's storyline in terms of being at the red wedding and pregnant then because angst lol. ]

A

[kingnamedstark]

He has been seeing her so often in his nightmares and in the shadows at night that it isn't a shock at first to see her standing in the street. His gut seems to know before he does, sinking and twisting painfully as everything sinks in. His legs want to give out, but his feet overrule the decision, moving in her direction as, what seems like a sick joke, becomes more real before his eyes.

He stops short of reaching her side, losing the momentum as everything came back to him quickly. The Red Wedding, losing her, the pain and guilt that twisted in his heart like a knife. Because of him, she died, because of him, they lost their child. Facing her was like facing the Old Gods, waiting for their judgement and punishment. He wouldn't fault her for being angry at him, hurt as well at what he'd become in his grief.

"Jeyne?" Somehow he found the breath to speak that blessed name, struggling to keep himself composed.

Historia Reiss | Attack on Titan

[selflost]

i get by with a little help from my friends.

[ Historia stands cautiously in a quiet corner of the street. For the first time in a while, she’s finally alone – and it’s a welcome relief. ]

[ She looks down at the flowers clutched in her hand – they’re a pretty yellow colour that matches her hair; the kind that she used to enjoy collecting when she was a kid. …They make her feel sick. ]

[ It’s all so fake. It reminds her of the past, of all the time she’d spent surrounded by people who’d praise her kindness… all while not knowing that they’d been completely deceived. The real Historia was worthless, after all. The real Historia was a bad girl. ]

[ The empty, purposeless person she is now surely can’t be loved by anyone. …Even Ymir had left her in the end. ]

…Why?

[ Most of all, she hates the part of her that wishes it were true. That these people following her really did want to be her friend, in spite of everything. ]

[ She doesn’t notice the person approaching her, lost in thought as she is, until the very last moment. ]

Proto Man | Mega Man 3 (Canon AU) | OTA

[red_song]

All You Need Is Blasters

Hearts. Everything is decorated with hearts. All he can do is sneer at the things. It was like the damn things were mocking him. Mocking the robot whose heart had been removed and used to make a new, better son.

Before he could really think about it he raised his blaster canon and blew a hole through one of the larger hanging heart-shaped decorations.

"Damn humans."


Movie Snacks

These vendors have so many options, offering them out over and over and none of them seemeded to care that he very much incapable of consuming these things. What he'd give for an E-Tank right now, given he was still worn down from the battle from before his arrival here. But of course there was nothing suitable for robots here. Humans never considered the needs of robots, of course.

"'Ey you! Want some 'o this cake?"

Proto glares through his shades, ducking his face behind his scarf.

"I can't process organic matter."


Buddy Cop Movies

"This is what humans do with their time? Ideolize violence?"

They were a good bit of the way through Hot Fuzz and there was almost more violence here and now than there had been in the battle between Wily's robots and Megaman.

"Why do you people celebrate violence so much?"

Perhaps he was a hypocrit, but he didn't much care.

all you need is blasters!

[selflost]

[ Historia jumps a little as the blaster... well, blasts through the decoration, watching it happen with wide eyes. That was... unexpected. ]

[ She can certainly appreciate the feeling behind it, though. She's not exactly the greatest fan of humans, either. ]

A-Are you alright?

Juliel Selrane | Skyrim

[bowvahkiin]

All You Need is Love/I Get By With a Little Help From My Friends

[It's the sort of celebrations that she wandered into when visiting Solitude or Whiterun, having forgotten there was a holiday and managing to catch the tail end of everything. She hadn't seen anything quite like this before and it felt like an arrow caught in her chest to see hearts and love tokens strewn about. Between the Grey Beards and small efforts she had made to move forward, she hadn't had time to think Arnbjorn or everything she lost...her children left behind and the home that she had taken for granted.

Picking up one of the heart cakes, Juliel tore it in half, managing at least a smile of mild amusement. It was easier to chuckle than to cry again. Her heart might be a tomb, but it was a tomb where shadows no longer lurked.]

What does it say that this crumbles so easily?

Wildcard

[Choose your own adventure!]

[ulfur]

[ She reminds Ned a great deal of Lyanna. Except Lyanna wouldn't be tearing heart cakes in half, unless it was to offer the other half to a handsome young fellow.

The likeness is enough for him to pause long enough to catch her eye and then her words. He gives an amused shake of his head. ]

That it would make very poor bread for the road?

[ A jest but also true. It might taste delicious, but it would be blown away in the wind on the first day of a journey. ]

Sephiroth | FFVII Compilation (Crisis Core)

[wutaiwarhero]

[ All You Need is Love ]

Curiosity drove the general to the merchant dome. He'd heard from various sources this place was fond of its festivals, but seeing it was even more shocking than he anticipated. If he was to believe the information he'd been provided, all of these people were taken from their own worlds and forced to live in this environment for reasons unknown. He'd grown up around scientists. It smelled far too much like an experient to leave him comfortable.

And yet, here were all these others, fully comfortable and grabbing his hand, pulling him toward this garishly decorated tent, giving him some sort of number and guiding him toward a seat. "Everybody needs a friend! Sit down! They're switching soon!"

He did have a seat, frowning severely as he was. His silver bangs hung before his mako-green eyes, obscuring his look of annoyance as the chimed, signaling those visiting tables to switch. It wasn't often he felt this way, but did these people not know who he was? And, more to the point, did they have no concern for his complete lack of desire to be here?

He followed the fellow attendee with his eyes as they took a seat across from him.

Evidently not.

His chin rose slightly as they took their seat, expression even, silver brows furrowed but otherwise showing no signs of the irritation he felt at the situation.

"Do you want to adhere to the small talk they seem to expect?" His tone was even as well, though there was an underlying edge to it that belayed his mood.

[ I get by With a Little Help from My Friends ]

As the tall man with the brooding features, the long silver hair, and the flowing black coat made his way through the streets, he did his best to keep his head high, even as a young woman approached him, smiling broadly. This he was more accustomed to, at least, and it was even marginally more tolerable than traveling anywhere in Midgar: she lacked the starry-eyed gaze of a woman entranced by his celebrity.

She extended a hand, offering him a yellow flower and a smile. He took the flower in a gloved hand but didn't return the expression, watching her curiously instead. The young woman's smile only grew. "You looked like you could use a friend, sir! Just remember, we're all around you!" With a wave, she ran off to spread more of her cheer and Sephiroth wondered for a moment if she was being paid.

He scoffed. Most likely. "A friend?" How many friends had he lost recently? Had they been friends? When things had darkened, they had left. He turned the flower between his fingers as his thoughts drifted over recent events. He stood out on the street corner like a sore thumb, too, and was clearly oblivious to anything going on around him.

Friends? Who Needs Them?

[doubled_speed]

Listen, Tommy can spot someone who stands out like a sore thumb from a mile away. But when you add in a flash of pale hair, he has to investigate. Because, well, for half a moment he hoped it was family. Pietro or Gramps, either way he would have been excited. Instead he arrives at Sephiroth's side with an impossible burst of speed, stopping beside him and his face flicked with disappointment for only the tiniest fraction of a second.

"They're just overly friendly here," Tommy observed, standing at the guy's side but not actually looking straight at him.

Miles Edgeworth || Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney

[thepoweroflogic]

[ audio ]

Good evening.

[There's a pause before the cultured and vaguely European sounding speaker continues, as though he's testing wether or not a transmissions was successful.]

My name is Miles Edgeworth, and while I don't expect any of you to recall all of your fellow kidnapees, I will readily offer admittance of my recent arrival. I've had the basics of life here explained to me by a facimile of a... colleague of mine from home who, I've learned, is not actually in residence.

[There's another pause here, and the small tinkling of...China? It rattles slightly, as though whatever was sat down upon a surface was done so with shaking hands. There's no indication of nervousness in the voice, though, and he continues.]

I would request each of you share your stories of arrival as well to corroborate. Thank you.

Audio - UN: detwatts

[gadaboutdetective]

[Even without the introduction, Llewellyn knew this had to be another new arrival. He’d been paying attention a little more of late, so many people were coming and going... And with his memory being what it was sometimes, he was at least trying to pay more attention.

And he winced a little at the light rattling of china, it sounded like this fellow was handling it about as well as he had. Just tea in place of snacks, really.]

I believe you’ll find the stories concerning everyone’s arrival will match up? It’s uh— the sphere’s way of communicating. Taking on the voice of someone we trust most.

[It made sense, unless the person you trusted most was dead and so hearing their voice was a little cruel.]

At least concerning that, if you want to know about post ‘welcome’ then I suppose that’s where the stories start to differ.