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JANUARY TEST DRIVE MEME

Welcome to Sphere's January 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! A note for current players: this will not be the same as the main February plot so if you're feeling this, come on over here and have fun!

• 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!

blue moon

So the people within the Sphere City miss the moon. At least, that’s what someone can draw from the fact that as January slips into February, large images of the moon are everywhere. The Full moon, to be more specific. There are silver streamers around the merchant dome, and lights have been modified to have a more silver than golden glow in appearance, even at all hours of the day there. Sure it makes things a bit difficult to see, but that’s not really a problem is it?

At night, several domes have large projections of the moon made against the domes. They’re pictures of the moon in varying states of artistic and scientific values. There's a kind of dreamy music that’s played, and a lot of the locals have silver flowers in their hair. Fire pits are common, and older residents are seated around them, telling tales of the moon and its connection to the waters above them. Some stories tell how it glows and shines or is made of green cheese. They also tell how sometimes there were people in the moon, men or women, gods or goddesses, or animals like rabbits. And some stories tell of how the moon would make people mad, and that’s where the term lunacy comes from.

Oh, and there are a few stories about werewolves too. And about how there walking among the people in the Sphere. Even now.

Food at the festival is based around the moon too, or at least the idea of the moon. There’s mooncake of course, but there’s also moon pies, half moon cheese pies, and pierogi, and various cheese and cracker platters, because the moon is made of green cheese after all. There’s moon-based cocktails, that are blue and silver. And some that are shimmering and shining.

People can draw fortunes from the moonwell, but, they’re silly and nonsensical, and people eat the silvery rice paper after they’re finished with them. A few of them however have more ominous sort of fortunes in them. Things like “help me” or “they’re out to get you” or “they’re coming and you can’t stop them.” People shrug those ones off too though. if someone asks about them.

what big eyes you have

So, there are rumors about werewolves that have been circulating around town, and people seem to be given red cloaks at random. Pretty girls and women are offered them the most, but they are open to anyone. If people put them on, which the surrounding locals will cheer and encourage them to do. Then they tell them that their clue is in their pockets and that they will save the town.

In the pockets is another silver disk with a list of names on it. One of those names is a werewolf. You’re given three clues (something like: ‘wearing a blue sweater’ or ‘bald man’ or ‘at the candy stall’) for each one, and then you either accuse them of being a werewolf or clear them. If you accuse them and you’re correct then you’re given a small vial with glowing stones in it and are told that they were actually pieces of the moon before it was lost. Whatever that means. You may want to hold onto them.

If you accuse them and you’re wrong, the game is over for you for the moment and the cloak is taken away. Each cloak has a different list of six names on it, and the names replenish every time someone gets a new cloak. Why yes, the Sphere is playing a game of werewolf with you. How the game goes entirely up to you, and whether or not your character gets invested or what. NPCs are definitely available for this if need be! Please feel free to go a little nuts with this, and player characters can definitely be one of the suspects if they're up for it.

something that was lost can be found.

It’s big news around Sphere City: some old lost and sealed domes have been found along the edges of town. Not only have they been found, but they’re open! Not only are they open but the stuff inside is there on a first come first serve basis. These old domes show no signs of dust, but there are some personal effects within them, pictures and the like. They definitely belonged to someone who had been pulled into the city at some point within the last seven years.

And they’re definitely worth checking out. One never knows one might find in them. Various varieties of clothing are available, as are books, food items (probably shouldn’t eat them), toys and there may or may not be some magical or important historical things hidden here or there if your character is very lucky. Mod note: Nothing world breaky or living can be found, but small things like potions or jewelry or amulets or small weapons (daggers or guns with a very limited amount of bullets.)

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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Nico Kim| Grey's Anatomy

[inthewink]

BLUE MOON]

[When Nico woke, he thought maybe he hit his head against that ambulance harder than he thought. But he was quick to realize that he remembered the hospital after... he remembered more than that, but he was quick to focus on the situation at hand.

Some people might call Nico a skeptic, but he prefers to think of himself as a pragmatist. He became a surgeon for a reason, he dealt better in the facts of surgery and less in the bedside manner aspect of being a doctor. Maybe that was why he was drawn to Levi in the first place, someone who complimented his gruffness and made him easier to deal with.

Nico might not admit this out loud, but he was worried about his lover, more than he probably should have been knowing Levi. He stepped into the Blue Moon party, looking around. The pang of hunger he felt, pushed him to the food tables, where he feasted on the various offerings.]

NETWORK

audio; un.nico

Hello?

[He is pressing the golden badge behind his ear, wondering what the hell he was doing.]

I was told that I could use this to communicate, but I'm not sure if it's true, or if this is some big joke on the new guy.

Can anyone tell me what this place is?

[He waited for an answer. ]

[surgicalfield]

Levi initially felt pretty sure that he was in a dream of some sort. It was definitely the sort of weird nerdy thing that his brain might manage to conjure up. But, the longer it went on the more real it started to feel -- if not still really, really surreal. But he ended up at the festivities too and that's where he saw Nico and well if this was real at least Nico was there too.

He finished eating the moonpie that was in his hand and then went over to catch Nico, touching his shoulder as he came up from behind him.

"This isn't some shared delusion, right?"

Network; un: stanuris

[stantheman]

It's not a joke.

But saying 'what' this place is... that's a lot harder and I don't think I really understand it enough to explain to anyone.

audio; Angel

[unknownmoirai]

Hello.

[The voice that replies back is smooth, sweet and undeniably feminine.]

This is a communicator and I'm still getting used to it myself but it works very well.

I can't tell you what this place is for but what it is, is a series of spherical structures that have been submerged beneath the water with a self sustaining system.

Rick Grimes ( The Walking Dead )

[redhandle]

( A. something that was lost can be found )

It's perhaps out of habit that Rick makes his way to the domes that had been discovered when he had heard the mentions of them. He was careful as he explored, in search of things that could be useful.

Weapons. Gear. Information.

If someone came upon him suddenly they're likely going to find a small revolver pointed at their direction until he accesses they're not a threat. Because, no, he doesn't really trust most people here.

( B. Network - audio )

Who exactly is really in charge here?

[ None of what he's hearing sounds legit to him. ]

( C. Wildcard )

[ Will match styles, open to any other scenarios too if you want to throw something random at me. ]

A

[jaglikethecar]

[Jagger isn't usually someone who goes snooping around someone's personal effects unless he's being paid. He doesn't like touching things when he has no idea what he might psychically pick up from them, and frankly, it just wasn't his stuff. Of course, it's very possible these domes might offer some sort of insight into what's happened in this place over the long haul, which is what's guiding his hands as he makes his way into this particular dome.

It's...not actually the first time someone's pointed a gun at him? And that gloved hands and long sleeves even though the temperature in the domes and comfortable? Not suspicious at all, right? At least he raises his hands to show they're gloved, yes, but empty.]

Is that really fair? We're both looters here, after all.

A;;

[aparkourlypse]

Old habits die hard, and when word comes that there were supplies to be had? Possibly incredibly useful ones? Well, Jesus wasn't one to kick that opportunity down. It seems he's not the only one with the same idea, though it is a surprise to see a familiar face doing a very familiar thing.

Jesus raises his arms to show he's unarmed, but he's smiling.

"I hope this won't be another competition for supplies?"

A

[unknownmoirai]

Light blue gray eyes blink as they stare at the end of a gun.

"Is this how you greet everyone you meet?" Her voice was even, smooth and sweet. She wasn't afraid of guns but she really didn't like guns. It hurt when you got shot and, more often than not, they were an inconvenience that got innocent people hurt or killed.

She honestly didn't like most weapons for that reason.

"I don't mean to interrupt you. I was taking a look around."

B | Audio | UN: MsCarol

[becauseyouhaveto]

[She hadn't expected to hear such a familiar voice in this place, but there was no mistaking that was Rick Grimes. Oh, that's a relief to hear. The last thing she remembers before waking up here was fighting off a Savior, getting stabbed and shot in the process. Somehow, those wounds are healed.]

Rick? Is that really you?

Rudy Wade | Misfits

[multiple_man]

.BLUE MOON

Rudy held onto a glass of something silver and shimmery as he made his way around the festival. He wasn't so certain about the taste, but it was strong and available, so it was worth at least seeing through.

The crowd around the moonwell drew him in, had him dipping in his free hand to pull out a bit of rice paper, to unfold it and give it a read.

THEY CAN SEE YOU.

Rudy's eyebrows dropped, and his lips pulled into a frown. He looked up and around, first, to see whether anyone was reacting to their own fortune in the same way. When that proved fruitless, he leaned over the shoulder of the nearest person, trying to get a look at the fortune they'd got.

He wasn't trying too hard to be inconspicuous.

.SOMETHING LOST

((ooc: Rudy has a power that allows him to split into two separate people, and the first part of this is him talking to "himself." He'll be phasing back into a single body before your character sees him, but feel free to have them overhear some of the conversation.))

"You really believe the stuff about bein' sent home?"

"It don't really matter what any of us believe, does it? Not with ten million bloody tons of water over our heads."

Rudy was pulling at the door of a locked cabinet, trying to shake or break the lock loose. Other Rudy was looking at a set of dresser drawers like he was worried it might bite him if he went rifling through it.

"Yeah, but — whadda y'think happened to these people? They just vanished into thin air? Maybe they got jettisoned. You remember that nature doc about deep-sea divers? What happens to a body with that many atmospheres of pressure —"

"I don't need your bellyachin' right now. Are you helpin' out, or what?"

Other Rudy pouted, and pulled open the top drawer of the dresser, to reveal a collection of bras and panties.

"...man, I think this was a girl's room."

Both Rudys stopped and looked across the room at one another, but before either of them said anything else, the silence revealed another sound: footsteps coming down the corridor toward the dome. There was a whoosh, something like a rush of wind — and then only one Rudy was standing there, waiting to see who else was coming to look for loot.

Something Lost

[unknownmoirai]

Her steps curved her path through the sphere while light gray blue eyes stared at the ghosts that lingered through the halls. It wasn't that she could truly see anything here but this place had the feeling that it had been lived in. Memories had been created and forgotten but they could still be felt.

She over heard two people arguing and her steps slowed to a stop in front of the room. "Oh." Her eyes swept around the small room before landing back on the man who was standing there. "I thought I heard someone else."

Maybe she'd been wrong.

"Excuse me. Do you mind if I take a look around as well? I will try and stay out of your path."

Something Lost

[gristle]

If there was something that Beverly Marsh was good at, it was going out to find things that other people wouldn't. When she'd heard that some of the domes were open for people to take things from, she'd hightailed it over there as fast as she could. The people were nice for the most part here (too nice, too artificial, it creeped Bev out) but she didn't like being given things for free. Now that there was money and she was being given a stipend, she found herself looking for something that she didn't really know what it was.

And a bike. She really wanted a freaking bike.

So, that's what she's out here doing, honestly. Looking for a bike. There's a backpack slung heavy and low on her shoulders, already full of things that she'd plundered, and when she stepped into the occupied dome, the sound of two voices confused her. Following the sound of them because she they sounded unfamiliar, she was surprised to find that the man was alone. The redhead had a deep and suspicious frown affixed to her face when she just asked in a way that was only slightly accusatory. "Who were you talking to?"

Blue Moon

[lift_together]

It's also a bit hard to see over Eudico's shoulder considering how tall she is, probably approaching seven feet to the top of her mechanical head. As for reactions when she turns her head to look at him, her face obviously shows nothing, but she folds her paper in half hastily before he gets a look.

"What do you want?" she asks, the lights on her 'head' flickering along with her words, voice slightly defensive.

Blue Moon

[becauseyouhaveto]

Carol can sense someone peeking over her shoulder, but she takes her time reading her message. She'd taken it out to read over it again, wanting to feel that sense of hope well up inside of her.

Find a peaceful place where you can make plans for the future.

"I never did believe in these things. 'Course, I rarely got them. Ed didn't believe in going out to eat," she says sadly. As she slips it into her pocket, she turns around and smiles at the boy she sees. "What did yours say?"

Network; Audio - OTA

[multiple_man]

So are we all androids now? Or is it cyborgs? I can never keep all that sci-fi jargon straight. Is all this comin' through like I'm actually talkin'?

Antidisestablishmentarianism. Cocks. Bollocks. Massive, flappy fannies. Does this all get recorded somewhere? Have they got a digital vault full of people's thoughts? What if somebody broadcast a song and got it stuck in everyone else's heads?



...not that I would do that. That'd be really — really inconsiderate.

Levi Schmitt | Grey's Anatomy

[surgicalfield]

( A. Blue Moon )

[ Levi is past asking questions now. The story is consistent if nothing else but that doesn't mean that it makes sense anymore than it did the first time. Things like this shouldn't be possible and yet here he is.

This would be just his luck, right? His life is finally making sense, it's finally good and he gets nabbed right out of it into this...

What does he even call this?

He's huffing as he peruses the different food and finally grabs more pierogies than any one person should eat and something alcoholic before flopping down at a table to eat and sulk -- just a little bit. ]

( B. Network )

un: schmitt

So, is this some really advanced VR game that I can't get out of or what?

I'm not sure I like it. 0 stars.

( C. Wildcard )

[ Will match styles, open to any other scenarios too if you want to throw something random at me. ]

un; Angel

[unknownmoirai]

[The voice that replies is sweet and feminine.]

What is VR?

Alec í Amasa of Kerry | Nightrunner

[whiteroadrunning]

( a. something lost... )

Alec sometimes wondered if wanderlust would be his undoing.

Nightrunning was difficult in the more populous areas; the technology was unfamiliar to Alec, and that posed its own kind of danger when thievery and sleight of hand were involved. Better to abstain until he knew exactly what he was working with, until he found ways to circumvent the potential hazards they posed. But any skill wasted was bound to be lost, and abandonment in a strange land was no excuse to tarry idle until someone saw fit to rescue him.

They said the spheres hadn't been inhabited in "ages." Who could know what "ages" meant, exactly? Years? Decades? But it seemed as good an opportunity as any to explore, and more importantly, to get in a bit of nightrunning with no one the wiser. Picking old locks, scaling walls and fences, leaping across rooftops, and rifling through empty rooms for hidden compartments. Hell, if these spheres remained open, he could make a habit of this. He'd be a better sneak than Seregil by the time he returned home.

And wasn't that a somber thought? Alec wasn't prone to melancholy, not when there was work to be done. But the more he thought on it, the more homesick he became. He missed Mirror Moon, missed the rewarding work and the golden sunlight. He missed Seregil, his bed was too cold and he'd gone far too long without a kiss. He missed letters from Thero and he wondered how Klia was faring with her pregnancy. Mostly, he wondered when he would see any of it again.

His heart just wasn't in it tonight, and his thoughts brought him to temporary despair. They found him alone on the roof of a non-descript house, on the outskirts of the dome, jacket supporting his head as he stared into the blackness that seemed to unite them all. He wondered if he could manage to sleep here, without tumbling three stories to his death. (Not that death would matter, again, if the rumors were true.) Cold rooftops were possibly preferable to a cold bed.

( b. wildcard... )

[stop him pouting, he is too cute to pout]

[11calls]

Alex Reagan didn't sleep particularly well. Even here, when demons and the terrors of them were literally incalculable miles and times away, sleep still eluded her as it did in Seattle, and every place that she'd visited in the last two and a half years. Sometimes, at night, Alex found herself walking. She walked sort of aimlessly, knowing that there really wasn't any sort of way for her to get lost here, not with the network literally plugged into her brain at all times.

It would be better if she was walking with a dog, but given the lack of living things here in the dome, that wasn't very possible. Yet anyway, but like with everything else, Alex had hopes for it happening. Eventually, even if it wasn't right now.

Hearing something above her, Alex's attention focused upwards, and she blinked in the dim lights from the domes around her. Was there...? Yes, there was someone on the roof up there. Of course someone on the roof up there gave her a little tiny edge of fear in her stomach, because honestly out of everyone who was likely to be found wandering on rooftops, it was like to be Simon. Worrying about Simon was a habit in the same way that grabbing an umbrella in Seattle was, so she found herself moving up to the top of the dome.

The height took the tiny woman some time to reach; scaling buildings was something that was directly out of Alex Reagan's skill set, and the slight huff of her breath announced her even before the soft earnestly Canadian voice did. Upon closer inspection, the person was too big for Simon, but that didn't mean that 1. they didn't need help and 2. she was going to waste the trip up here. So she just called out softly. "Hey. Are you okay?"

Carol Peletier | The Walking Dead

[becauseyouhaveto]

A - Blue Moon

Well, this little celebration is fun. She's refused to partake in the cocktails--Ed had drank enough for the both of them before. The bonfire storytellers draw her in for a moment, if only to listen and smile fondly at the stories of werewolves. The music being played is soothing, the decorations are lovely, and the food is delicious. All in all, she's having a wonderful time.

A nice man offers to place a silver flower behind her ear, and she smiles and accepts the gesture. Soon after, a young lady encourages her to draw a fortune from the well. The fortune she gets makes her pause for a moment. Find a peaceful place where you can make plans for the future. She blinks, glances around quickly, then tucks the paper into her pocket gently.

The Moon Pies grab her attention next. She snags a couple with a girlish giggle, then sits down beside someone. "You know, I haven't had one of these in so long. Would it be selfish of me to take two?"

B - What Big Eyes You Have

Carol can't help but laugh at the premise of this game. The man who offers her a cloak explains the rules, a sly grin playing on his lips as she takes the red cloth and draws it around her shoulders. For further effect, she draws the hood over her head. At his urging, Carol checks the pocket for the clues, reading them over before walking away from the man.

1) Has dark hair
2) Wearing boots
3) Near a fire

Next, she looks at her list of names. It's split evenly--three male names and three female names. She recognizes one of the male names. How serendipitous~

Carefully, she makes her way around the fires, looking for people who match her clues. Eventually, she takes a seat near one, sighing as she pushes the hood back. "These clues just seem too broad to be of much use," she laments to the person sitting next to her.

C - Network Post

Audio | UN: MsCarol

[The voice that floats across the network sounds harrowed, the words coming quick and panicked.]

Does anyone know what's going on here? Have I died? Is this the afterlife?

[A pause, punctuated only by a shaky inhale.]

I suppose that makes the most sense. I was bleeding pretty heavily before. A friend had dressed the knife wound, but I passed out before anything could be done about the gunshot. I don't know how long I was out. It doesn't feel that long, but I do feel rather well-rested. And my wounds seem to be completely healed.

[Again, she stops and takes a breath. When she starts talking again, her speech is slower, more deliberate.]

Ed, if we're in the same place, you'd better stay far away from me. Sophia, honey, if you're here...Gosh, I miss you.

D - Wildcard

[[If you've got an idea you'd like to bounce off her, feel free to do so!]]

B

[customplates]

While the rest of the domes aren't exactly cold there's something Aaron's always enjoyed about a campfire. There was something uniquely warming about the golden glow and the flickering flame that made sitting by one all the more rewarding. When Carol has a seat next to him, he's actually tinkering around with polaroid camera he received for Christmas (or at least what he assumes as some sort of celebration of the holiday, compliments of the Sphere). He looks when she has a seat, and the smiles broadly.

"Carol?" And he blinks. "Uh...clues?" He does have darker hair, is wearing boots, and is near a fire...

Eudico FB-9 | Warframe

[lift_together]

1: Blue... Lua?

[Of course in Eudico's time, Earth's moon doesn't look like that. Or really get called "the moon" either. The whole miniature festival is interesting, but some of the stories people are telling, well... her robotic "face", such as it is, might be expressionless, but her voice is quite clearly not having this nonsense.]

I'm quite sure no moon is made of cheese, thank you.


2: Lost and Found

[There's no sign of anything traumatic, no damage. And yet, she has an uneasy feeling about how people seem to have just left, without even picking up all of what they owned. Eudico's voice is a bit hushed when she speaks, the blue lights on her robot head flickering in time with the volume of her words.]

What do you think happened here?

2.

[customplates]

[Scavenging had become old had to Aaron it didn't show signs of changing anytime soon, so when the new old? domes showed up, he decided to give it a look. He entered this particular residential dome alone, and he'd assumed he was just that...until the lights started as she spoke. He stopped, eyes going wide.]

I...don't know. People...go home sometimes. I...assumed that's what happened. It...may have been something else but...does it matter?

Freya Vaughn | Original Character | Medietas CRAU

[luckyescape]

what big eyes you have

This wasn't the first time she'd been kidnapped to another world but that didn't make it any less pleasant. She wandered around and when she heard the word werewolf... well, she just had to go and investigate.

Her chin lifted, her nose pointed in the air, she gave a little sniff to see if there were actually any werewolves here. They always smelled different, even if they didn't smell like the wolves that she was familiar with. As it was, it looked like it was a weird version of that high school party game 'werewolf'. Freya had played the murder mystery version of it once before, at a college party filled will a mess of nerds, so she already knew how it worked though this game was a little more exciting than that had been.

Freya donned the red cloak and smiled to herself. "Little Red Riding Wolf."

Yup, she thought she was hilarious.

She could be found wandering around as she plays the game. It wasn't all that difficult but Freya also had a talent for logical thinking. Eventually she got herself a little vial of blue stones. She held them up to take a better look at the odd rocks and hummed thoughtfully. "Well, this isn't any form of Earth if the moon rocks are glowing blue and not just gray." Another little grunt filled the air as she rolled one of the stones into her palm to take a closer look. "They look like a composite but the glow might be a chemical reaction between the surface of the rock and the components of the air in the sphere."

A beat.

"My geo-nerd is showing."

With a sign Freya slides the vial into a leather pouch and continued with her random aimless explorations.

text; un; wolfgirl579

Okay, so this isn't a first for me or anything and Imma skip the whole confusion thing because fuck it.

Name's Freya. Since there is an eerie lack of animals here, I'm a wolf so please don't shot me on sight because while opposable thumbs are great, I like being a wolf.

I'm also a mechanical engineer. Hit me up if you need anything tinkered with or fixed. I'm hoping to find a bike or something or a job (I get bored really easily) but depending on the sphere's air filters I imagine that electric trumps gas here. Otherwise it'd wreck havoc on the whole system.

I could go on but I'm tired of typing.

Hit me up, let me know what there is to do around here. Actually. Let me know whatever. Otherwise I'm going to wander around. Text preferred because I am, in fact, wandering around. If you see me say hi. White wolf with a backpack or 5' blond with no shoes. I didn't have my shoes on when I was brought here.

The floor is cold.

For anyone who didn't know that.

You know, they should really use hydraulic radiant heating here. There is enough water and electric water heaters are fairly efficient.

wild card

[ooc: Will match format. I need both a network and a log sample so it'd be appreciated if anyone can help me out. She might also have a baby wolf with her but I need to check the rules on baby/pet and if not, her first post will be freaking out.

This is what she's wearing if anyone wants to comment on the goth-like attire; X, X, X & X. Her tattoos and piercing's are described here.]

text; un: zwischenzug

[zwischenzugs]

I would congratulate you on your ability to use an excessive number of words to say absolutely nothing of value, but I really don’t think that’s a talent that should be encouraged.

10th Doctor

[borntolove]

blue moon

The Doctor is trying to enjoy himself at this moon fair - and everything that he eats is very suggestive; even if someone is trying to be. However, is bothered that a voice was able to sound like Rose - because Rose wouldn't leave him. Least not talk to him and then not be there. Something got inside his head. However, mingling is a good way to pick up clues - which here comes in the form of fortunes.

Where others may write off; the help me' 'they're out to get you' 'they're coming and you can't stop them'

The Doctor is wondering; who is asking for help? Who is out to get them? Who is coming?

Then shouts down to the MoonWell; "Who is coming? Who is asking for help?I'm The Doctor! I'm here to help you!"

something that was lost can be found.

Somehow - the search on where the fortune from the fortune cookie came from lead The Doctor to the outskirts of town and can't help but be amazed but also concerned on the piles and piles of stuff.
Someone has a knack collecting habit - though he doesn't like the guns being there -

No dust. This place is being used.

"No." Stating in disbelief at a certain Elder Wand and gently picks that up. Can't be real - can it? It's definitely wood; which is when a certain FOB watch with Gallifreyan inspection; The Doctor carefully picks that up and holds that - that, that is real. If that is real - if these items are real someone has a multiverse hoarding habit - don't mind as someone is running around looking for a blue Police Box and trying to get sidetracked from all the otherworldly knickknacks.

blue moon

[luckyescape]

"Do they sound human to you?"

Freya approached the Doctor carefully. She had known one doctor, in a world and a place that felt like a life time ago, but this man was different. Not entirely different but she knew how places like these could effect memory and situation. She wasn't going to assume but she was going to be careful.

"Or is it a lure." She continued before coming to a stop near the MoonWell.

"How badly do you want to find out?"

Letha Regis | Original Character

[burntbridges]

[Blue Moon]

Letha has a deep-seated love for the moon, and night-time in general, so of course she's ecstatic to have ended up here during a moon festival of some sort. She's barely been awake for a few hours, and yet she's gotten silver ribbons braided into her hair and a moon broach to hold the braids. With her signature crow skull pinned in there as well, she has quiet an enchanted look to her. And that's before taking in the particular style of dress she's fond of. Or the heavy jewelry that goes with it.

The stories of werewolves are fascinating - she hasn't even heard of them before, and might even be a bit annoying with her questions about them. Whether it hurts to transform, which form they stay in if they die, whether they act like dogs, and all sorts of invasive questions like that. But even more interesting are those fortunes - she's started collecting them in the pockets of her dress, but only the ones with cryptic messages. The silly ones aren't really worth her time.

"It's a shame, isn't it?" She might muse to no one in particular, "Being poisoned by silver, I mean. It would be dreadful to have to avoid something so beautiful."

[Wildcard - Video @necromantica]

Well, this is a bit of a disappointment.

[For all she's trying to look genuine, she can't help the smile on her face. Maybe it's not so big a deal after all - or maybe she's just too excited to be exploring a new place. She's moving about as she speaks, scampering around from dome to dome with no particular goal in mind.]

This place is well and lovely, but I haven't been able to find a decent graveyard anywhere. I suppose it's different under the ocean - do they throw the bodies into the water here? It seems like an awful waste. Perhaps I'm not looking in the right place.

audio: un:iveheardthetinderjoke

[spherenpc]

Of course there ain't a graveyard here. You don't stay dead here!

Nathan Summers, 'Cable' | Deadpool (Marvel) | OTA

[summerssoldier]

Blue Moon

There was no place for a soldier among the domes, but maybe there was a place for one who'd been born in a dystopia and wanted to stop it happening again. Meanwhile, Cable wasn't about to turn down free food.

Munching on various tasty things that would have been expensive treats where he came from, Cable wandered among the story-tellers and listened for anything that might have a hint as to why he'd been brought to this strange, underwater city. So far, he'd heard nothing useful, but he was willing to wait.

Network: audio, un:cable

Three questions. Where is this place. What year is it. How do I get home, I have work to do.

Even delivered mentally, Cable's 'voice' is rough and growly.

blue moon

[makesomememories]

"Woo!" Donna lifted a hand over her head as she held the prize for winning the werewolf game. It'd been a little challenging but she had a talent for getting information out of people. It was energy, persistence and that clear unwavering believe that told her that this was going to be part of her adventure.

She stepped backwards and nearly bumped into Cable before turning, the hood to her red cloak falling off her head in the process. "Whao!" Her mouth was open while a smile threatened to take over her features. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to run into you."

Cable looked very severe but Donna didn't seem to be bothered by that. You couldn't judge people by just how they looked.

Anne of Cleves | The Tudors

[4th_survived]

Blue moon
Anne wasn't so sure this wasn't just some dream, brought on by perhaps the same madness that took her father, or perhaps the strain of her marriage to Henry. To find herself in a dome under the sea, the room and home provided for her-to say nothing of the people being 'held' with her or the items provided. The woman who spoke to her had no reason to lie; she was a stranger and Anne could think of no political, or even joking, reason for her to lie. The English seemed to love their jokes, but even for a joke this was too elaborate.

A part of her wished to remain in her quarters, unsure how she might deal with crowds in her current mood. The other part, still not sure about meeting people, was too curious for her own good, and did wish to explore the Domes inspite of her better judgement.

The dark cloak she wore covered the rich, cloth gold of her gown, in a way she hoped would not attract attention to herself or that she was traveling without a guard or escort. She wasn't hungry, everything was still too strange and she felt too strained to eat anything. Instead, she hovers near the bonfires, listening for the stories, while wondering where the strange, haunting music was coming from.

Network
[The feed shows a woman dressed in a heavily embroidered cloth of gold gown, her brown hair pinned and fitted with a gold headdress. Her expression is confused and doubtful and when she speaks, her german accent is all too clear.]

Ah..good greetings..is this truly a means of sending messages and communications? I have been tricked before and I do not appreciate a second time.

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