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Test Drive Meme #4: Season of Ripening
TEST DRIVE MEME
Welcome to the Royal Decree Test Drive Meme!
If you're new here – hi, hello, welcome! This is your chance to give your potential character a little test run and see how they might fit into the world of Rosavelle. You can find all the relevant info over on our Navigation Page, so take a peek if you need to get caught up on the setting, rules, or just want to gnaw on the worldbuilding a bit.
This TDM is non-canon to the game overall, but feel free to treat individual threads or CR as canon between characters if everyone involved agrees. We've included some prompts and locations below to help spark ideas, but as always, feel free to go off-script and go ham!
The shift in weather Ripening brings to Rosavelle is impossible to ignore. The air grows heavy and thick with humidity that clings to basically everything and unlike the passing showers of earlier seasons, rain now arrives in frequent and stormy bursts - sudden downpours that sweep through the streets and canals with little warning, soaking everything in their path. It rarely rains without pause, but clear skies offer little relief. As the weeks pass, the rising heat turns each shower into lingering mugginess, leaving the whole island feeling stifling. Hope you enjoy being overhheated and damp all the time!!!
It's not all doom and gloom, thankfully. True to the season’s name, fruits begin to swell and sweeten on their branches, with the first harvests ready by midseason - a sure sign that Ripening is well underway.
By now you've likely found your footing in the ebb and flow of island life and you know how things go around here: when someone needs a little warmth, a little effort, or a little magic, the people of Rosavelle come together - and that includes you!
If you're new here – hi, hello, welcome! This is your chance to give your potential character a little test run and see how they might fit into the world of Rosavelle. You can find all the relevant info over on our Navigation Page, so take a peek if you need to get caught up on the setting, rules, or just want to gnaw on the worldbuilding a bit.
This TDM is non-canon to the game overall, but feel free to treat individual threads or CR as canon between characters if everyone involved agrees. We've included some prompts and locations below to help spark ideas, but as always, feel free to go off-script and go ham!
The shift in weather Ripening brings to Rosavelle is impossible to ignore. The air grows heavy and thick with humidity that clings to basically everything and unlike the passing showers of earlier seasons, rain now arrives in frequent and stormy bursts - sudden downpours that sweep through the streets and canals with little warning, soaking everything in their path. It rarely rains without pause, but clear skies offer little relief. As the weeks pass, the rising heat turns each shower into lingering mugginess, leaving the whole island feeling stifling. Hope you enjoy being overhheated and damp all the time!!!
It's not all doom and gloom, thankfully. True to the season’s name, fruits begin to swell and sweeten on their branches, with the first harvests ready by midseason - a sure sign that Ripening is well underway.
By now you've likely found your footing in the ebb and flow of island life and you know how things go around here: when someone needs a little warmth, a little effort, or a little magic, the people of Rosavelle come together - and that includes you!
PROMPTS
Honey Downpour
- The beekeepers of Primavain are in a panic: the relentless rain has driven their hives into overproduction and now thick, golden honey is starting to pour from the combs in a tremendous waste of hard work and delicious treats! The bees themselves are docile (if a bit reluctant to exit their homes), but the situation is rapidly getting out of hand. Volunteers are needed to help harvest excess honey, redirect curious crowds and maybe convince a few stubborn bees to relocate. Or, if you're less helpful, you could always sample a bit… purely for quality control purposes, of course.
The Drip-Drop Duel
- Somewhere in the Castle Grounds, an extremely niche and equally petty disagreement has escalated. Two scholars, both convinced they have perfected the superior rain-deflection Bloomcraft, have taken to demonstrating their work in increasingly dramatic fashion. And now there’s a localized "dueling" ground where rain refuses to fall normally, instead redirecting itself in arcs, spirals, or suspiciously targeted torrents. Spectators are gathering, bets are being placed, and volunteers are being roped in to test the limits of each spell. Step in to assist, sabotage, or simply survive the increasingly creative ways water is being weaponized.
Puddle Predictions
- Something odd is happening in the streets of Bellvine Hill: certain rain puddles have started reflecting things that aren't actually there. A clear sky where there should be clouds, a stranger standing just behind you when you’re quite certain you’re alone or fleeting glimpses of moments that haven’t happened yet but will do in just a few moments. Naturally, this has drawn a crowd. Some are treating it like a game, trying to find the strangest reflections, while others are attempting to interpret what they see. Pair up to compare visions, test which puddles are the most reliable (if any) or dare each other to act on what you glimpse. It’s probably harmless. Probably.
Runoff Relay
- With the heavy rains feeding into the canals, the water flow through Marelys has picked up speed, carrying with it all sorts of debris from upriver-driftwood, stray fishing gear, and the occasional very confused fish. The dockhands have organized a cooperative effort to intercept anything useful before it's swept out to sea, forming a chain of volunteers along the canal's edge to catch, grab, and pass things along. It's efficient! It's practical! It's also turned into a slightly competitive relay, with different teams trying to outdo each other in speed and quantity. The victor doesn't seem to get anything more than bragging rights, but isn't that what competition is really about at the end of the day?
Canal Critter Convoy
- The rising waters have displaced more than just goods - small canal creatures have started turning up in all the wrong places. Tiny fish in fountains, curious crustaceans in market stalls and at least one very indignant waterbird refusing to vacate a bakery doorway. A coordinated effort is underway to gently relocate these wayward critters back to their proper habitats. You can help catch and carry them, guide them along flooded pathways, or simply keep them calm (easier said than done) until more help arrives.
Leaky Greenhouse Blues
- The Everbloom's Greenhouse is not supposed to leak. It is, in fact, famously not supposed to leak. And yet, with the relentless rains of Ripening bearing down on the glasswork overhead, a series of suspicious drips have begun appearing in the most inconvenient places possible. Now the gardeners alike scrambling to catch the leaks before delicate plants get overwatered (or worse, offended). Volunteers are welcome to help patch things up, hold buckets in increasingly awkward positions, or attempt to soothe particularly dramatic flora that have decided this is a personal slight. Just try not to track mud everywhere - some of these plants hold grudges.
The Overripe Affair
- The Season of Ripening means abundance but someone may have gotten a little too enthusiastic. A Primavain orchard has produced fruit so perfectly ripe that it's started to… burst. Not rot, not spoil - just gently (and sometimes not so gently) popping open under the pressure, releasing sticky-sweet juice and an almost intoxicating fragrance into the air. It's drawing crowds, insects, and more than a few opportunistic snackers, and the orchard keeper is at their wit's end. Help harvest the fruit before it explodes, find creative ways to contain the mess, or just brave the chaos and see how many you can catch mid-pop. Fair warning: you will get sticky. There is no avoiding it.
QUESTIONS
soundwave | transformers idw
[Sometimes a mech is in desperate need of a vacation. That mech is none other than Soundwave. Ever since he's taken on the mantle of Decepticon leader, it's been difficult to shift the faction's focus into taking a more pacifistic value, especially when half the members are murderous. But, he promises them a new, peaceful life... He just didn't think it'd be that much of a headache, especially given recent happenings that would take too long to explain. For over four million years, he's never once thought about taking a break from his duties and work. But, for the first time ever... He is considering a vacation.
That's when Calanthe answers his call with an invite. Suspicious at first, but he ultimately decided to take the chance.
However, bringing a... 30-foot something robot to a magical land isn't viable. Thus, they reached a compromise by giving him a new body. So, you'll find what appears to be an expressionless young... man? Woman? wandering around Rosavelle, slightly confused and lost. There's a pause in everything he does; he takes a couple of steps forward and back, crimson red eyes scrutinize his own hands as he flexes his fingers, and he feels around.
This is going to take some getting used to. Pardon him if he happens to block the way, or mindlessly bumps into someone who happens to be directly in his path.]
2. Honey Downpour
[Lucky for the beekeepers that Soundwave saw its worth to help with their honey overabundance problem. If there was anything he realized after the war, it was that making connections is important. So, he is helping with harvesting the honey. Extracting honey is quite the simple task once he's learned how to do it, but... The longer he's exposed to honey and its distinct sweet aroma, the more curious he's become. There's nothing like honey back in his world, and he's heard that honey is a delicious, viscous liquid.
It wouldn't be bad to have a taste, right? After all, there's an overabundance of honey anyway. Just one taste. He dips a fingertip in the honey and slips it into his mouth.]
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[The brief change of expression says it all. He's going for a second, then a third dip, and more.]
3. Canal Critter Convoy
[This place isn't turning out to be the vacation he thought it'd be. Between the sudden downpour, the humidity, and now small sealife is stranded everywhere... But somehow, it's less headache-inducing than back home.
Nevertheless, while he isn't actively looking out for the small sea critters, he does help to bring them back to the canal if he so happens to come across some. The latest one he's seeing is a crab scuttling across a stall. He reaches towards the crab when it suddenly pinches his finger with its claw.]
Ngh...! [Okay, that actually hurt a little. Seeing that the crab is still stuck to his finger, he shakes his hand to try to get it to release him. All the while, he makes a note in a monotone voice.] Humans are so fragile...
4. Leaky Greenhouse Blues
[Never in his dream that he'd be in a situation where he needs to calm some flora down. He's been standing and staring at a flower that... Seems to be offended? He thinks it looks offended, at least. He isn't sure, but regardless... Staring at it isn't going to solve anything. So, he'll just look for someone to help with this.]
I require aid. [He speaks in a cold, eerie monotonous voice.] Do you have any idea how to placate an angry flower?
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[hi hello soundwave is an androgynous human around here cuz why tf not. if you wanna drop a different starter or prompt, feel free to!]
2. Honey Downpour. (Voice-testing)
[A cheerful, sweet voice calls out to Soundwave, her hands on her hips. How long has she been there, watching him gobble down the honey like a child.]
Are you one of the people helping to harvest the excess honey? [She brings a hand to her chin, tilting her head with an innocent smile, as if nothing ever happened.] Could you leave that there and come help me with this hive? The panels are too heavy, and I am just a girl...
[She playfully pouts, seeming to leave what she just saw behind them both, hands behind her back as she waits for a response.]
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But when he looks up from inspecting his hands, he might understand why; if he got a good look at his new, human form in a mirror or something he might realise the person he's now face to face with is his exact double? Metal's a bit taken aback by the resemblance, but it isn't something he's unused to. Imposter robot, you know.
He doesn't say anything though.
Just looking.]
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Re: Arrival On Rosavelle [insert musical sting here]
There's a mild snort of laughter from nearby, the sort that gets badly disguised as a cough the moment you hear yourself.
"...Sorry, sorry. You okay?"
And so Harold stands from a nearby chair and leans in, expression as outwardly concerned as he ever got.
[OOC: out of curiosity, do you think Soundwave would be able to see something like a Stand? I need to know for my next post.]
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Papyrus | Undertale
Canal Critter Convoy
WILDCARD
you sonova bitch - CCC
Pretty sure I didn't lick this... [Though, he was tempted. It was like an itch on his back. Whatever, he was pointing a frog at said skeleton in an accusatory way.]
You're the one that asked that, right?
youre welcome
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[They snatch one of the frogs out of the vase and hold him like hamburger.]
He's so fat!
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puddle
but, she has to look at least once. just to get it over with. so she gazes into the puddle and-- a skeleton??? the hell?
then, a voice from behind her.
ryuunosuke turns. and sees the big talking skeleton looking at her.
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What.
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Might have something to do with her being a monster herself. ]
Oh, hello...? I, um... [ Seriously, dropped her keys? She laughs, just a little bit. ] No, I was just looking at the... snow...
[ She realizes this sounds dumb the moment it leaves her mouth. Fudge. ]
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puddle predictions
[ Simran doesn't quite jump, seeing as she has a 21st-century style cane and can't really move fast or far suddenly. But she certainly starts. ]
Jesus. Sorry, hi, you really surprised me. Keys?
[ She runs a hand through her hair. ]
No, uh, the puddle isn't reflecting stuff. Well, not all the time, but that's how puddles usually work, so this one's. Weird.
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just this once......for old times sake.........
So far, things are low stakes enough he's actually not stressed out of his mind with worry for once. That's nice.
As for the frogs...]
Why don't you try asking them, bro?
brother..........
outoto.....
weeb...........
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puddle
Shun-
[... nope. this skeleton is definitely not Shun. She instead just takes a moment to take in the majesty that is Papyrus and his fit.]
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Puddles and Predictions
they turn with a dull expression. they look not unlike somebody else he might now also, if older and grumpier. ]
...Do you have a brother named Sans?
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Yuno Kashiki | Milgram (Voice testing)
[At first, Yuno had thought it all an elaborate prank; she had just barely graduated off of, after all! The promise of a getaway at some resort a few universes away sounded like the exact sort of scummy scam her grandparents would fall for, all Nigerian prince-like.
But this is the real deal: the ocean crystal clear and bubbly blue, the sky overcast with rain clouds. The humid weather made her clothes cling to her skin, and she itched for a means to be indoors already, impatient and shivering at the occasional chilling breeze.
Rosavelle is a beautiful, grand thing, so very different from Tokyo's urban hells-cape. Maybe she wouldn't find it all so boorish, if she wasn't grown and raised there her entire life: and the promise of newer, fresher things far more enticing, making her steps through the streets be one with a pep on her step.
She stands out, clearly a tourist, with the marvel she reacts with towards everything and anything.
And, well...]
Ah—Uwa-!
[Her heeled ankles twist as she accidentally walk into someone, promptly falling atop them. Contrived, anime-like, and a total cliche.
Easing herself off of the other party, she mutters a despondent sorry, rubbing at where she hit herself in the head while she wasn't looking.]
[Yuno, crouching with her skirt carefully pulled up, brings her hands to her chin. The puddles were amusing, even more so when she doesn't see herself in the water.
In one instant, she goes from having cat ears to looking green in the face, before another splash makes the crown of her hair grow flowers out of her scalp. She could be doing this all day, too: solitary as she sits there with a parasol over her shoulder, just angled barely that the remaining drizzle doesn't wet some of her prettiest dresses.]
Mhm...
[Ah, but it'd be so nice if she had some company, too. Maybe they could then compare their visions with each other... And yet, who would venture out to the street while the rain hadn't stopped completely, yet?
(She doesn't know yet that she's not alone. Not fully, anyways.)]
[Yuno hated, hated, hated anything that got herself messy all over. And yet, when she had walked past the orchards with the intent to enjoy her afternoon walk, she wasn't able to deny the puppy dog eyes the Orchard keeper had given her, since changed into spare clothes and an apron.
The feeling of the nectar within her hands made her queasy, as she sighed, placing the ripe fruit under running water and getting rid of any bits that might have gotten dirty in the open air.
This was the worse. Hair in a ponytail, swishing side to side despite her best attempts, was clearly due for a wash once she finished helping with the harvest. At least, this would mean that she wouldn't have to worry about what she would eat for the next days to follow, the fruit bountiful in all array of baskets.
After filling a fourth basket, she finally gives up, sitting on a nearby bench for a break, hands sticky. She considered giving up: going home for a very needed shower.
And yet... it's not like she can turn down someone who needed help. Not without souring things over and making everything awkward, that is.]
Arrival
[FATALITY. Yoojin goes down beneath Yuno, because where dramatic anime convention intersects with a point-and-laugh hapless webnovel MC, dust clouds and sound effects are doomed to follow. At least he's not the worst cushion possible to break her fall. Seems like maybe the kind of thing that happens to him a lot.
After a moment--a little mangled, with his face mushed into the cobblestones--he manages:]
...You okay, miss?
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puddle predictions
Namely, this woman is going down the street and holding a hand above each puddle, at which point blue light flashes and the water starts to levitate. She stares intently at the ground where the puddle had collected, frowns, and then replaces the water right where she'd found it.
As she approaches Yuno's puddle, she mutters to herself. ]
Still nothing.....A natural phenomenon?
[ Look out. The puddle Yuno has been using is next! ]
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overripe
At least she's been protecting her hands with her motorcycle gloves... But now those are all sticky too. It's just gross all the way down.]
I'm going to have to dive into the canals after this.
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NiGHTS | Nights series
[NiGHTS is absolutely fucking covered in bees. Like, from about a third of the way down from their bizarre looking jester hat to halfway down their torso, it's prime real estate for wayward bees that need to be moved. Bizarrely, not only do they look pretty chill about it, so do the bees?
They even lift one arm to address the swarm clinging to it; their hands may not be completely obscured by them, but there are a few just chilling out on their fingers.]
It's awful, I know, dreamers don't like moving house right? I had a little boy tell me that once. But it's okay! If the place you end up in isn't to your liking, I'll take care of it.
[Can the bees even understand them? Who knows.]
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[That footpath you're walking on looks badly flooded, huh? Enough for a bunch of fish to be swimming along in an orderly line, as if following the leader........wait, since when do fish do that?
Investigate a little further and up front there's a seagull marching at the head of the line alongside the floooded pathway, albeit with a very unusual colour scheme and cute little mask, nothing like any fowl native to Rosavelle that you've ever seen.
Actually, scratch that, the strangest part is it looks up at you and speaks.]
Hey, pal! Which way to the ocean?
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[Are you trying your best to save the orchard? Catching excitable fruit in the hopes of calming it down, so that it might not go to waste?
That's cool. NiGHTS is like five feet away eating fruit from the pile you've managed to gather so far.
Yum yum!]
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way too much weird shit here to comment on. the weird clown lookin person, and the goddamn entire being of bees.
what. in the fuck actually. ]
Oi, are you actually talkin' to them?
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Re: is that doctor bees
they can be trusted with medical tools
Re: they can be trusted with medical tools
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Noelle Holiday | Deltarune
[ P. Puddle Predictions ]
[ The rain has only just finished pouring down, but it has, at least, finished. The puddles left underfoot reflect a stormy gray sky only just beginning to clear up.
Except... one of them doesn't. Instead, it shows a gentle snowfall coming down within its reflection.
Noelle is crouched down next to it, pausing to look in the puddle, then up to the sky, and then back down, as if trying to puzzle this one out. Around her, people are finding other puddles with odd reflections, but Noelle is still on hers until somebody else approaches. ]
U-Um, excuse me...? [ She flounders here for a moment before finally just gesturing to the puddle. ] Do you see it too?
[ C. Canal Critter Convoys ]
[ The rain-swollen canals have left the streets... livelier than normal.
Noelle can be found near a market stall, one that seemed to have been selling sea shells. But there's a new addition to the stall - a rather large and intimidating crab.
Noelle seems to be trying to gently suggest it exit the stall. The crab seems to have other plans. ] N-no, not that way... Come over this way, please...! Back into the water?
[ The crab sidesteps, then seems to turn to look at Noelle. She hesitates and reaches for it, but quickly withdraws her hand when the crab snaps a claw menacingly.
This is around when she notices somebody else nearby. Her face flushes, but she looks mortified. ] Fahaha... it's... not listening.
[ W. Wet Waiting Watching ]
[ The downpour came fast, and without warning.
Noelle stands just under the protection of an overhang, watching the rain hammer everything from the tarp overhead to the streets around her. There's no chance of heading out there without becoming absolutely soaked in moments - and that's doubly annoying when you have fur.
After a few moments, she seems to realize she's not alone here. ] O-Oh, um... Sorry, I didn't realize anybody else was here. [ She gazes out to the rain for a moment before turning to her new companion with a weak smile. ] It looks like we might... be stuck here for a while.
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[NiGHTS apparently had tried going out into the rain, but from the looks of things it didn't go well. Their whole body is soaked and dripping onto the floor beneath the overhang, ruining however dry it could've been with the looming moisture out there.
Before they respond, they grip one half of the jester hat(?) they're wearing and wring it out onto the floor with both hands.]
This is so boring. It's not even the good kind of rain you can jump around in.
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ryuunosuke fujinami | urusei yatsura (attempt 2)
[ there are two things about ryuunosuke that are true. one: she's strong. years upon years of fighting with her piece of shit dad got her that way, and it typically wasn't long after waking up that they'd start fighting and start throwing shit at each other. two: the one thing she's okay with inheriting from him, a love for the sea and a general wish to keep it clean.
so when it starts to rain and the canals start to erupt with junk, ryuu's right there in the thick of things. clad in only her sarashi and a pair of shorts, she's grabbing what she can from out of the water with her bare hands, giving it a good heave-ho to whoever's behind her. ]
Fishin' rod! [ toss. ] Bucket! [ toss. ] Fish! [ toss. looks like an ensemble. the question is, are you behind her catching it all, or are you competing on the other side of the canal with the other dockhands, to prove your superiority? ]
ii. canal critter convoy
[ and as a result of all of that, there's a lot of poor creatures just... wait, how the hell did they get all the way over here?
ryuunosuke's gentle nature comes out a little more when animals are involved, and she's gently easing a pair of small frogs out from a wash basin, a glass bowl full of water in one hand and her other gently touching the water. ]
Hey, s'alright. I ain't gonna hurt ya, c'mon up. [ the frogs are hesitant, but one does take her up on the offer, and as it hops onto her arm, she carefully moves to place it into the bowl. ] There. We're gonna get ya home soon. Okay, you next, lil' guy. You're gonna be okay.
[ this one looks a little more nervous about it, and isn't hopping up. hmm, maybe she needs to change her approach a little? or needs a little help? ]
iii. and something else too
[ okay, seriously though. what the hell's with this rain? ryuunosuke had decided to go see what she could find for clothes while she was here, and before she even made it the clouds started pouring on her. the dress shirt she'd found in her wardrobe was soaked, and she began to run towards canalstar outfitters, taking shelter for a second. ]
Ugh, this sucks-- [ she's all gross feeling now, and even though she made it to a clothing store, now she has to reckon with another problem. which is figuring out what the hell to even get. can she even afford any of this? figuring out how much a bra cost was hard enough, without her having to buy a whole-ass raincoat.
moreso, she's starting to get irritated when someone comes by and specifically asks: "Is there anything I can help you find, sir?"
she's a guest here, she's gotta resist the urge to cause any more of a scene, but she's this close to losing it. ]
iv. wildsomething
[ top-levels my be-hated. if you want a custom thing or have any ideas, feel free to hit me up on discord (if you're in the server) or on![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
jusenkyo. ]
i. also i'm so sorry
...for pure reasons...
Which is how Noelle wound up just behind Ryuunosuke, trying very hard not to stare.
Oh, wait, we're starting- ] Fishing ro- [ SMACK. Right in the face.
As the fishing rod falls to the side, Noelle manages to just barely grab it and toss it back, just as the next item comes. ] Bucke- [ CLANG. Right over her head.
Noelle flails about for a moment before finally getting the bucket off. She doesn't even manage to get out an "F-" before getting smacked in the face with a fish. ]
....I'm good....! [ She is not. ]
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mizuki date | ai: the somnium files - nirvana intiative
[Mizuki would call herself an animal lover. Not a fanatic, not like some, but a dog or a cat rubbing up against her leg will always bring a smile to her face and a bit of baby-talk to her lips, no matter how much she knows Aiba will hold it over her head. She can't control it, any more than needing water after eating peanuts, or throwing a haymaker when Date says... almost anything, actually.
But that's a cat, or a dog, or perhaps a rabbit or hampter. That's one thing. And the goose that's currently staring her down, honking rancorously? That's another thing entirely.
You see, she's been locked in a duel with this goose for something like 20 minutes, chasing it around the block and back again, trying desperately to corner the slippery little menace. Finally, though, she's got the little menace (the other little menace) contained, to a point; backed into an alley, which she's trying VERY hard to obstruct the one end of. Of course, she is but one woman, and there are two exits; and so, even though she's not that big on the whole "asking for help when she needs it" thing, she'll still swallow her pride and call out to the first poor schmuck to pass by the far end:]
Hey! You!! [She points urgently at the semi-cornered waterfowl.] Charge that goose!!!
2. CCC - B:
[In a less hectic moment, Mizuki can be found standing in front of a tiered fountain, a bucket of water at her feet, and a small net in her hand. She stares intensely at the water, eyes narrowed, body tensed, and then... strikes! Her net whips through the air, dips into the water, and slides back out, bringing with it---
-a fish! Of. Some variety. Salmon? Walleye? Bass? Mizuki's knowledge of undersea life is very spotty. It's not an eel, and it's not a clione. And it's probably not an uni??
Well, whatever it is, she shows it off to whoever happens to be nearest - flashing them a very genuine smile in the process - before dumping the fish into her bucket.]
This is way easier than those dumb festival games! [Spoken like a girl who's STILL sore that her scoops would break the moment she got them in the water...]
3. The Overripe Affair
[Picking fruit? Menial. Inefficient. That's not gonna solve their problems; not with how fast the fruit's ripening (and popping???). Brute force approaches, they're inefficient! But Mizuki... she's a thinker; the sort to work smarter, rather than harder. And so, after grabbing an armload of pails, and spreading them out beneath one of the more heavily-laden trees, Mizuki takes up a ready position just before the tree's trunk.
And delivers a single, measured punch to its core.]
-hah!
[The tree sways wildly. Fruit rains down all around Mizuki, mostly landing in the pails she'd spread out (although a good amount of it just pops on impact; oh well), leaving her to admire her work. As the torrent calms down, Mizuki turns to any onlookers, and shoots them a smug little smile and a thumbs up.
...just in time for a final fruit to fall squarely on her head, and quietly pop. Damn. So close to looking cool.]
4. Puddle Predictions
[Magic puddles, huh? Sure, why not. Mizuki's a skeptic, but fun's fun; she'll let someone do her horoscope if they ask, and sees no reason not to goof around with this latest trend.
...well, she still has to posture a LITTLE. Just a bit.]
Puddle, puddle, on the ground... who's the cutest girl around?
[And, of course, she makes a big show of leaning over to inspect the reflection, only to clap her hands to her cheeks in "surprise" at what she sees.]
It's... me? Are you sure, puddle???
[Puddle seems sure.]
5. Wildcard
[Hit me.]
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Yeah, that's why I wasn't trying the same thing.
[jock, meat jock.]
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Mejiro McQueen | Umamusume
[ Bees are always a most vital resource. It's been true for centuries back home and she's certain that's the case now. All the more reason for McQueen to lend a hand! She's been reticent about collecting the honey even after being told the bees won't sting unless provoked, but still she hesitates.
Though, anyone watching her for more than a few seconds, her hesitation in capping off the current jar is due to a particularly tempting dollop of honey just...sitting there. Staring at her. On the tip of her finger.
...surely nobody's watching, right? ]
The Overripe Affair
[ She's starting to miss the honey gathering, honestly. Sure, the bees could be intimidating just for the fact that they're bees, but the bursting fruits are too unpredictable! McQueen's done her best to pluck fruits from the trees before they burst, and luckily she's been out of the line of fire for the ones that do pop.
Not this time, though. Right as she's taking down another fruit, her fingers squeeze just a liiiiittle too tightly and BAM! POOF! A nice splattering of sticky goo all over her hands and face. Worst of all, it's in her hair and startles her enough that she falls off the ladder. ]
Uwaaah!
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[ lmk if you'd like to play something different than the prompts here! ]
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You gotta be more careful, Gold Ship.
[... was Gold Ship that small? No, she was just bending over, probably.]
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Harold Cash | Original/Spookzones
Harold Cash blended in easily. It was a survival skill, and one his particular lifestyle had demanded he master or die. And so... He had actually been in Rosavelle for some time now, vanishing among the kitchen workers of the community almost effortlessly. It had been easy at first, but... He knew they'd notice eventually. Cushy as it was, times like this never lasted.
He leaned against the wall behind the kitchens, smoke coiling lazily up from the cigarette in his hand. He'd been trying to save what he had, but. Eh, what the hell? It was only a matter of time before he had to hit the road again.
2: Puddle Prediction
Harold grunted as he stared down into the puddle at the mouth of the alley.
"So. You've got a reflection. I know you've seen yourself in puddles."
A figure stands opposite him, a tall, bulky figure clad in a grubby trenchcoat, all features bundled away under scarf and gloves. There was a faint glow from underneath the scarf, twin ghostly lights shining out. Somehow, most of the residents around them seemed ignorant of it's presence-
With the exception of the shining reflection of its eyes in the puddle, leaving a few locals staring uneasily.
3: Leaky Greenhouse Blues
Harold grumbled. He'd had worse jobs, he was sure about that. But... This had to be close to the top in terms of tedium. He stood in the middle of a particularly leaky section, awkwardly sheltering under a small alcove. Despite his own apparent inactivity, a sizable pair of buckets seemed to be floating near him, as if held aloft by invisible hands. To those with the right eyes, the same hulking figure stands proudly, buckets held out with arms steady despite the sheer building weight of the water.
"...glad someone's having fun, at least."
Hold fast! Our duty shall surely bring great joy to those who walk these paths!
"uh-huh."
4: Wild Card
Feel free to message me at exuberantOddity on Discord or Plurk! I still need to use Plurk more!
Arrival
And paused, tilting her head. "You look more sour than usual. Something happen?"
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i. arrival (barracks)
[ what a weird invitation. she thought it was one of secretary-chan's games, structured in such a way that she had to wonder what she was playing at. yet when she agreed to it, and she was brought to rosavelle, everything presented itself to her, and it took her a while to get over the initial shock.
well. given everything she'd been through recently, and everything she'd heard about recently (thank you, kaguya.) this wasn't a bad idea. she'd take it in stride.
as a result, she's dressed in fairly traditional clothing, unpacking and getting herself acclimated to her new room in the barracks. as she stepped out of her room and into the hallway, she nearly runs into someone. oops! ]
Oh. [ a new face, meeting a new face. or rather, an older one for the blonde girl as she bows her head. ]
Pardon me. I'm terribly sorry, this new world has me thrown for a loop. [ it hasn't since she's gotten here. in fact, she's acclimated quite well. regardless, she bows her head once more. ]
I am Haysaca A. Smithee, a new advisor to Princess Calanthe. Thank you for your hospitality, I look forward to working with you.
[ her new freedom and outlook on life at shuchiin didn't mean shit in a new world. as she always had, ai hayasaka lied as easily as she breathed. ]
ii. busywork (library)
[ one way to gain favor within a new environment? prove your worth. hayasaka looked natural in a maid outfit of course, and assisting with efforts in the library not only gave her an opportunity to endear herself to those that frequented, but also to educate herself on the goings on of this world. learn more of rosavellian traditions, manners, people.
...and okay, she may be also amassing a collection of romance novels to read in her spare time. she can't really ignore the reason she was here, can she?
after a few days of working, she's gotten most of the aisles down and is already not just getting speedier at replacing tomes, but directing traffic at the same time. the skills she'd picked up as the head maid of the shinomiya family, a team working under her, were starting to transfer. as such, you may have thought to join this quest as well... and now, you have this girl looking through the books, trying to hand over another one to her partner. ]
Here. This one goes between "An Umbrella for Two" and "Uncovered Passion". I don't remember if "The Unbridled Romance" has been checked out recently, but it'd go just before that.
[ she's saying all this while sifting through what felt like a neverending multitude of books that started with the word "Love". this'll take her a while, but she's up for it. ]
iii. rehearsal (theater)
[ wait, was she here in time for the games?? don't worry, nobody's going to think this nonsense is canon.
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haysaca. ))
as such, there's an even newer (older) face at bloomlight theater. what looks to be a young man, bright blue eyes and short black hair standing in front of a local. they adjust their glasses, and step forward to speak, eyes fixed on their partner. ]
I'm sorry I've taken so long to come to this conclusion, but... I truly and absolutely do love you. [ the boy's face seems to be incredibly serious about this, forcing out a blush in addition to their words. their eyes nervously dart here and there, indicating that it's taking a lot of courage for them to be standing in this spot.
dramatically, they clench a fist around their heart. ]
It would be a great honor if you were to be mine, for now and forever.
[ the local... seems very impressed and kind of happy about it? after they nod, the young man stands up straight and speaks clearly again. ]
Good. Even though I broke eye contact, you maintained yours. I noticed you were fidgeting with your hands a bit, and that may be a little distracting. Still, you're making great progress. When he does confess to you, you won't want to run away this time.
[ looks like this one got caught up in helping with someone rehearsing receiving a confession. even though hayasaka herself has no experience with confessions, she's sure about the emotional weight the words can carry.
alternatively, somehow, the young man above said this... to you?! what's your reaction?! does it work on you? are you wondering how the hell she got this get-up so quickly? ]
(( replies for this prompt'll be coming from
iv. grumbling (greenhouse)
[ okay, now seriously, how the hell did she actually get mixed up into this. of all the things to volunteer for, she thought there'd be something a bit better when it came to "help with the big tree's greenhouse".
she's been standing by with this bucket over her head for twenty-five minutes now. she's sure her arms are going to fall off any second now, and she can't be bothered to put on a mask for this one. ]
"Just a few minutes," my ass. This spot's not even getting any--
[ just as she complains some more, a few drips hit the water in the bucket. with a long sigh, she maintains her pose. this sucks. ]
The least they could do is let me sit down-- [ she gets the impression that someone doesn't like that, and so she has to clarify. ] No, I don't mean on you. I meant... never mind.
v. and other such things
[ the usual. if you have any questions or any prompt ideas hit me up in the discord or at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
jusenkyo! feel free to call her out on her shit, or give her a hand. i'm open to anything! ]
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