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Random scenario test drive meme! For all you thinking about apping to our fair game. Because all our characters are the modern reincarnates of the people we canon reviewed for, you need a modern AU! Post your character with a couple details about who they are now. Use a prompt to set the scene! And tag around.

RAIN: The weather sucks and you gotta share a bus stop, overhang, or other cozy space with someone.

MONSTERS IN THE PARK: Doesn't really matter what they are, it's time to run and/or fight!

NEW ECHO: augh you were minding your own business in public and now you have feathers for hair, or you just had a vivid flashback to being a wizard, or suddenly you have your preincarnation's clothes on. Someone help! Or point and laugh, that works too.

NORMAL DAY AT THE MALL OR WHEREVER: Slice of life happens too!

WILD CARD: You can't be contained by these paltry prompts! Get out there and combine them or make your own!

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hair salon (new echo)
[ Here's Angeline, sitting in a salon chair as she tries to cover up the mild discomfort that is her hair being washed by the stylist with small talk. The small talk, however, is mostly carried by the stylist.

She never knows whether it's better to keep her eyes open (despite the odd angle) or keep them shut (despite holding a conversation). Both options are equally awkward to her.

Today, she's opted to keep her eyes closed. Really, though, neither option would benefit her any because neither allow her to see the sudden growth in her hair.

And boy is it dramatic. What was once waist-length is now thigh-length and spilling over the sides of the sink. The stylist is shocked. The adjacent stylists are shocked. The clients waiting for their appointments are shocked.

Angeline has no clue.

Now is the time for action, dear Numbered. Will you:
a) freak out,
b) pretend you're like all the other non-Numbered people,
c) have mercy and get this poor girl the hell out of dodge, or
d) other? ]

grocery (vermini)
[ Cashier, bagger, and general grunt employee of a certain Locke City grocery store, Angeline is currently restocking the baking goods aisle. Holiday season always saw a blast through the spices.

As she goes to restock the depleted cinnamon column, her fingers brush against something fuzzy. With a tiny, strangled noise of surprise, Angeline whips her hand back and stares at the spot. A vermini scuttles out, zigzagging down the shelves and out the aisle.

She stares at its path, silently dumbfounded.

Then a whole bunch of vermini start pouring out of the spice rack. ]

[Xander was sent out to be the errand boy to get some more ingredients for the bakery section of the store. He's seen Angeline from time to time in other aisles or in passing at one of the many cashier areas.

He doesn't bother her from her task, despite catching the small noise from her. Once he's done getting the right items, he steps back, turning to see a sudden wave of critters he wasn't familiar with. This wasn't good.]

...Are you all right?!

[His tone is polite and concerned as he approaches, reaching out an arm to pull her away.]

[ She bolts backward on instinct. If it weren't for Xander grabbing her away, she probably would've fallen on her ass, so. GOOD TIMING, CHUM. ]

Uh...! I- I don't-- I have no clue what those are--!

[ Mice? Hairy roaches?!

A kid comes barreling down the perpendicular aisle with a shopping cart, right through the verminis' paths. A clutter of pssh sounds fill the air as he obliviously steamrolls dozens of them. They flatten and disappear in clouds of steam. ]

[Once she was a decent distance away from the vermini, he glances Angeline over to make sure she wasn't harmed.]

You're not hurt, are you?

[His attention is pulled away by the sound of a shopping cart coming down the aisle and witnesses several of the critters being crushed by the wheels. Well, that was kind of disappointing since he was expecting some sort of guts to expel from these things -- wait, why was he disappointed about that thought? That made no sense! There was more pressing matters to attend to! Like explaining what those things are and why they didn't die like any normal thing should!]

No, I'm-- I'm fine.

[ NOT FINE. Certainly unharmed, but definitely nerve-rattled.

She's still staring at where the vermini had been squished into vapor and the rest had, apparently, climbed into the meat... case...

Contamination... ]

Should we... tell the manager...? [ Of course, right? She feels dumb for asking.

She hasn't the slightest idea that those were paranormal creatures to keep mum about. ]

That's good to hear.

[There's a small nod from him, before he pauses at the mention of speaking to the manager.]

I think it would be for the best. We don't want anyone to get sick from a vermin infestation. You can go get the manager, I'll try to get rid of a few more.

[With that, he'll move to put back the things he grabbed and turn his attention to the other vermini.]

[ Nodding eagerly (because this is a great excuse to get away from the scene of the what-the-fuck and gather her wits), Angeline starts off. Unfortunately, she makes the mistake of looking down into the meat case.

SWIMMING WITH BLACK FUZZ.

She jerkily turns back at Xander, pointing into the meat case with the most grossed out, open-mouthed grimace on her face. ]

[He was watching Angeline to make sure she gets away safely, but at the sudden gesture of being grossed out, he chuckles slightly. That wasn't suppose to be amusing.]

I see them. Don't worry, they won't get away.

[With that, he moves towards the case of meat. He could easily burn these things with his flame, but doing so would cause himself some pain.]

[ They scuttle this way and that, like they can't decide if they want to go right, left, or up in an attempt to get away from Xander's attention. ]

How are you going to catch them...?

[ Maybe she could, gee, offer to help? Like a helpful person would? ]

I can, um, get a basket...

I'll try to set up a trap for them.

[He kneels down in front of the case, noticing their fleeing behavior.

Then again, he's not sure if they would bite through a woven basket. He'll take his chances with a metal bucket or a plastic container.]

...A metal bucket or a plastic container would work better. If you could get one or the other, I would greatly appreciate it.

[ For a moment, she's rooted to the spot.

Where the heck would she find a metal container? No, no, plastic bucket. Janitor's closet.

She keeps herself from making a face. ]

Okay. I'll... be right back.

[ Off she goes to fetch said bucket and possibly another coworker, longer than life ponytail swaying behind her.

God bless employee discount. ]

I'll be right here, waiting for your return.

[He states without looking at her as she leaves. His attention was focused on the vermini inside of the case. He considers his options of rallying them in to the container with the food in the case and fire -- since his lighter was with his things in the back-room of the bakery. There was a possibility that they would get charged with having to cover the spoiled meat, but he would have to make it up to Angeline for helping him out.]

[When she starts to trip over her own hair, Winter knows it's time to have it cut. It'll still come down to her calves or so, but as it stands it's to her ankles, which is a hazard for her. So she's sitting and waiting, Kindle in hand, checking the network every so often between chapters of the book she's been reading.

Until there's a series of sharp gasps, and Winter looks up to find a scene that worried her quite a bit: a lot of people staring at one person who, it seemed, had just found herself in a bit of a bind. A bind that she wouldn't readily be able to get out of. Punching in a quick set of text - 'Need a distraction, hair salon downtown. Possible numbered.' - she stows the Kindle, and makes a show of looking outside through the big windows at something that isn't there, popping her head through the door for a few seconds, before hustling over to Angeline.]

Hey, there's s-someone outside that's calling for you - it seems pretty urgent. C-come on, I'll take you...!

[She offers her hand to the girl in the chair, completely serious and slightly worried look on her face. She mouths, 'trust me', and hopes beyond hope the girl will believe her.]

[ Opening her eyes, she peers at Winter from the awkward angle that is her head in a basin. She moves to sit up. That's when she realizes something is amiss-- her hair feels ten times heavier (exaggeration!)

She has nothing but silent gaping when she sees her own hair spilling over the sink. It's long. It's also... pink in some areas?! What?!

Not knowing what the fuck, she takes Winter's offered hand and obediently follows her, throwing a bewildered glance over her shoulder. The stunned faces make her regret it. ]

Who's-- Who's calling--?

[ omg this hair is so long and wet and heavy! ]

I'm sorry... that was a lie. [LE GASP] I just w-wanted to get you out of there, before... questions were asked. Um, sorry.

[She leads Angeline around a corner until they're out of sight, trying not to raise an eyebrow at the pink hair.]

It looks like s-something weird happened. I think it would... be best if I explained.

Uhhh... Something weird is an understatement... [ She winces. ] Not that, um, not that I'm-- I mean, thank you! For... that. This.

[ She smiles. It is awkward and apologetic. ]

Sorry. I'll be quiet and, um, listen.

[ Feel free to handwave the explanation! ]

Let's k-keep walking while I talk... I left money on the counter, but they might follow us anyway. Anyway... yes, s-something weird is going on. To start off...

[Winter only has one mode of explaining things: hyper exposition. One could, then, assume she's managed to talk for ten or fifteen minutes about the benefits, dangers, and curiosities of network life. For someone that stutters on occasion and sometimes has trouble getting words out, she can talk a lot. She's used this time to lead them away from the hair salon as well, toward her house, though not yet there.]

...and t-that's why we've got to be careful, and... why I insisted we leave. I'm sorry, this is probably a lot to t-take in...

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