this is a [test] of the emergency broadcast system

[titansno]

TEST DRIVE MEME

> The Park. Man, what a nice day out. Why not enjoy it? I'm sure -- shit, yep, there's some echo monsters.
> The Mall. Exactly what it says on the tin! Dodge the hordes of teenage mallrats or take part, whichever suits your tastes.
> Rainy Day. Agh, it's fucking awful out. And is it raining those vermilion things?? Now you've got an Echo to contend with on top of everything else. Find some shelter, quick!
> PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION, HOW FUN
> The most horribly kitschy Arts and Crafts Fair you can imagine.
> Wild Card! Make up your own.

Comments

Haruka Kokonose | Kagerou Project

[drawitagain]

[A few blocks away from the local high school, there's a kind of sickly looking boy walking slowly up and down the street, holding a bucket. After reaching a certain point, he bends down and takes something out of the bucket and starts rubbing it on the sidewalk. Upon further observation, you'll find that the majority of this street's sidewalk has already been covered in his chalk art. Colorful swirls and twists dance and intertwine all down the block, making shapes in cute little animals and spooky ghosts.

Chances are if you're on your way home, this nerd is in your way. Do you yell at him? Bump into him? Stamp all over his hard work? Marvel at it?

It's only taken three hours, but I'm almost at the end of the street...

kyaaaaa

[dyingtohealyou]

[...This sidewalk sure wasn't so colorful when he came here for school.]

Don't tell me... Hey, have you been working on this all day?

Vi, the Piltover Enforcer | League of Legends

[brooklynsixsix]

Days off for Vivian came rarely, when they did at all, so she'd learned to relish them. On this lovely Saturday, she found herself in Locke's biggest mall and entirely plainclothes. The city might have been on high alert for "ecoterrorists", but Viv knew that there was something a little wrong with that explanation and wasn't really concerned with it right now anyway.

Maybe her suddenly pink hair had something to do with her suspicions. At least she wouldn't have to destroy it with too much bleach when she finally picked up the hair dye she desperately needed. With hope, this would just be a routine visit where she didn't get mad at stores putting up Christmas decorations weeks ago, or advertising Black Friday sales before Thanksgiving even happened.

Whoops, too late for that. She grimaced to herself, pulled her beret down so the brim covered her glare, and kept walking with her hands in her peacoat.

[indy_wannabe]

Looking kinda undercover there. What gives?

Count Dracula | Anno Dracula

[kingofthecats]

[Those who keep an eye on the tech and business world may know of this man: Vlad Deville.

He's found himself spending a day at the park even in this weather, fine black winter longcoat buttoned up over a nice suit. What is this grown-ass man in his 40s, a billionaire magnate working at the cutting-edge spending his time doing?

Casting his gaze upwards, as he maneuvers a rather unusual-looking RC plane through the air.]

Hmmm. No, no, not quite...

[reapsthewind]

[whos vlad all she sees is the plane plane]

Hi what are you doing that plane is neat that's clearly a scaled prototype of an experimental plane I can tell by the back fins and the way the wings are swept forward what company are you with I was about to ask if you were a designer but you actually know how to dress so clearly you're a CEO what's a CEO doing actually testing stuff most of them are idiots hi

Cyborg/Victor Stone | Teen Titans

[canofthebuttwhoop]

-Action option
It was POURING rain. Buckets of cats and dogs, need a snorkel to go outside, just generally awful. Which is why Victor was staring out the door of the book store with dismay. He had a small pile of books he had just purchased in his lap, and was NOT feeling good about getting home through THAT in a wheelchair. He leaned back, and glanced up to the individual responding to this tag behind him, "Maybe I'll just hang out for a while, then."

-Network option
[Audio. Slightly slurred speech.]
Hypothetical question time.

If some doctor called you up and offered you the option to have your arm replaced with a robotic arm that was just like your original but stronger and tougher and containing all kinds of cool features, would you?

Let's say it's a doctor you trust and you were assured there was no danger in the procedure.

network;

[reapsthewind]

um hell yes

Shizuko Misaka/Misaka #9982 | To Aru Kagaku no Railgun

[trainharder]

[It's usually expected for most kinds of public transportation to have rules against passengers eating in a vehicle.

Shizuko never really thought about rules.

She's standing in this moving bus, perfectly balanced despite not holding onto anything, and pulling a fork and a container of tuna salad out of her purse.

Which she proceeds to eat, right there, in the middle of the bus. Completely blank faced, staring off into space.

The bus now reeks of fish.]

[lackinginfaith]

This is why I never take public transport... *Sigh.*

Toboe | Wolf's Rain

[nottame]

A.

[Tobias Malin is a twenty-four-year-old with a baby face, currently transitioning from Rainy Day to Public Transportation. He steps into the bus from the evening gray looking a tad sulky, shoulders hunched, hair dripping, that coat he's wearing definitely looking soaked through.

And all the seats are taken.

Fair enough, the cold would probably set in all the more if he settled down. He strides on toward the back, grabs the bar in front of the rear door - and promptly, restlessly shakes himself off. Probably splashed anyone in the seat in front of or behind his position or who boarded behind him.]


B.

[It seems that you and one of your fellow numbered - this one, as it appears - found yourselves needing to take on a Vermedi. And you succeeded! Bashed the thing's head in.

The two of you are standing over it. He breathes a "...phew", and begins licking his teeth in some leftover anxiousness.

Pauses.

Goes licking very pointedly at one of his canines. Hard to say why - it appears to be a normal canine. All the same he lifts a hand to his mouth, outlines it with a finger - still appears to be a normal tooth!]

Ho-o-oly shit so uh... You? [Obvious playing-off-disquiet - sounds about as immature in his tone as he looks.] You get something?

[He means an Echo.]

A

[talk_like_a]

Hey!

[The girl who got splashed the most out of all of that is looking awfully disgruntled, if not even slightly pitiful. She's got an unhappy frown even as she raises a hand to try to brush the soggy hair away from her eyes.]

Kara | Starfire | Teen Titans

[chernobolt]

Kara was out and about the city, taking a break from her oppressive workload to enjoy a few sunny hours of the weekend. It was refreshing to be out of the library and wandering through the streets, even if today she didn't have a particular goal in mind. With tests looming on the horizon it was enough for her to simply flow with the crowd.

As she walked towards a shop, her peripherals picked up someone following in close behind. In a move of politeness, she went to hold the door open for them - and promptly pulled the thing right off its hinges. Kara's brief flash of surprise was quickly replaced by a sheepish smile as she gingerly attempted to place the door back as if nothing had happened.

"Ah...excuse me?" she said unconvincingly, nervous laughter trailing after her speech. Somehow she doubted she could play this off as normal, but she had to at least try.

[ooc; or make up your own scenario! I am the complete opposite of picky]

[somesayinfire]

"It's okay," Brooke said, laughing a little to herself. She had a feeling that this girl was a recent inductee to the numbers club (imagine that), but there was no way she'd call her out on it in public like this. "These doors are pretty old," she lied. But it was a lot more graceful and made way more sense than the alternative.

"I guess you don't need to hit the gym anytime soon, though, huh?"

Makoto Kino | Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon

[sturdyoak]

[The park! It's a lovely day out and you happen to be taking a leisurely stroll for whatever reason. However, something seems amiss when you hear a strange, inhuman screeching fill the air.

Upon closer inspection, there appears to be some kind of lizard-woman standing off with a very tall brunette. In what looks to be the makings of a very bad day for the woman, the monster lunges at her--when something strange happens. She dodges. Whats' more, the brunette, shouting while doing so, grabs the monster's arm as it is trying to recover and flings it with seemingly no difficulty over her back. She then proceeded to try to pin it to the ground.

So. Peaceful day at the park?]

[destinatus]

[he is, in fact, taking a leisurely stroll. With his cat on a leash. This is weird enough, but he's also nearly six and a half feet tall, and...]

[he doesn't seem particularly startled by this turn of events, though it's hard to tell with the pair of shades he's wearing.]

Nice moves. Do you need any help?

Carlos the scientist | Welcome to Night Vale (pretend the icons look younger)

[weekendlabcoat]

[Just look at this college student. He's got an untidy mop of black hair, glasses he doesn't need, and one of those plaid flannel shirts on, hanging open over a t-shirt with a ferrous wheel on it. God, what a dweeb. At least he was blessed with good looks at birth.]

Action: the park!
[Carlos is in the park, doing science. He's got some kind of handheld device that has lots of blinking lights on the side -- it looks right out of a B-movie. If only he could figure out what it did. Obviously, the best way to find out is to point it at everything in the park: the benches, the trees, the dogs, the people. It has yet to respond, and Carlos looks a little dispirited.]

Network: video
This device just appeared in my dorm yesterday. I don't know why, or what it does. It's got a lot of blinking lights, though. It looks like it's meant to detect something. I wish I knew how it worked. It looks like it does something important.

...maybe I should take it with me to that old asylum. Everyone says it's haunted, and I've talked to a lot of people who say they've actually seen ghosts there. I intend to settle this once and for all: if there are ghosts, I'm going to prove it.

[HE LOOKS EXCITED ABOUT THIS: WHAT IF HIS MACHINE IS A GHOST DETECTOR? WHAT IF HE IS THE FIRST PERSON TO SCIENTIFICALLY PROVE THE EXISTENCE OF SPIRITS? HOW AWESOME WOULD THAT BE?]

Does anyone want to come?

network!

[destinatus]

[one of the responses is this guy squinting at him for a moment, considering the offer. Then--]

A few months ago I would have gone for fun. Now I'm actually curious.

network; Siiri | Kingdom of Sweden | Hetalia

[svenska]

[She's been deliberating if she should ask for a good long while, but she'd really like to figure out what is going on with her, and this is freaking her out. A lot.

Mind you, she is very thankful for still being alive. But.

Have a video of a tall blond, kind of pretty but also scary looking woman in her late twenties on a video feed, glaring menacingly at you {she's actually just nervous, but that just tends to look more like she wants to kill someone on her face and posture}.]

Has anyone else got this? [By "this" she means the arrow stuck in her head, which clearly pierced her skull and entered at least a centimetre deep, yet seems to not impact her ability to speak, walk around and well, live, at all. There isn't even all that much blood in her hair.]

[goldenbrocade]

Is that one of those trick arrows I've heard much about? [have a very pale blond with a French accent and dressed with all the style of a blind bat.] Or do you have a real arrow in your head?

Cloud Strife/Cloud Strife | Final Fantasy VII

[atouchofstrife]

cloud is a thirty-something street racer that once was a pro until his knee was blown out. what money he had went into a garage/junk yard business that has some shady contacts.

A network video
[hello fellow Numbers, say hi to this guy as he sits in a dimly lit room. he has already complained about his softly glowing blue eyes in a different post but this time he seems a little put out as he turns the camera towards this hunk of metal taking up the hydraulic lift in his garage.]

Very funny. Would someone pick their sword up before I stuff it in the metal compactor?

B action
[he had been conned into helping his aunt at the local Arts and Crafts fair, which would have been okay if she didn't also insist that he dressed the part. so there Cloud stood, wearing a frilly pink apron with the words 'Sweetheart Cakes' written across it in baby blue ribbons over a nice suit that makes him look maybe about ten years old. all his hard-earned street cred shot down by the simple style change - heck, even his spiked hair had been tamed and combed into something a lot more business-like.

well, outside of the heart-shaped hairpins being used to keep his bangs in place.]

Do you want to try a cupcake? They are made with all-natural ingredients.

[of course, his sales pitch makes it sound like the all-natural ingredients were mixed with arsenic but who cares, right?]

[nottame]

It's - probably yours, man!

[There's a kind of laughing heartiness in his voice; he looks half-impressed and half-amused, one brow raised and the other askew to it, grinning similarly not-quite-symmetrically.]

That's a sword...?

Takane Enomoto | Kagerou Project

[tatatarata]

[Whether browsing at the video game store or catching a glimpse through a window, those at the mall might notice a girl seated in front of a demo set-up for an FPS game. This wouldn't be anything out of the ordinary if it weren't for the fact that she's...slumped over and quite obviously asleep. How embarrassing. And now no one else can use it, either...]

[dyingtohealyou]

[Well damn, he'd kind of wanted to play that. Seeing as no one else seems to have the courage to do so, he goes up and impatiently shakes her shoulder.]

Hey. Wake up.

Lord Akeldama/Alan Loveless | The Parasol Protectorate

[goldenbrocade]

A action

[one of the best known secrets in the world of costumes, The Gilded Triffle is buried in the back street of Locke City right next door to a smokey bar and a rather disreputable hotel that rented rooms by the hour. the owner is also one of it's best costumers and could often be found in layers of pretty Neo-Regency and Gothic clothing, his long blond hair done up in girlish curls and pretty ribbons, and even his shoes were no exception to such things.

And for the Numbered, his shop also boasts of being the only place to go for tailoring around returned differences from colored contacts to fake human skins.]

B network video

[here have you costumer get really close to the camera, all freaked out a little. how can you tell? the perfection of his wardrobe is in disarray that's why! anyways, he is really close to the camera so he can -DRAMATICALLY- stage whisper something to the audience]

I know what I am! I do! I have grown... TEETH!

[and with that, you get to see his lovely white sparkling fangs.]

[part_time_overlord]

Yikes, those sure are some chompers.

Reno | Final Fantasy VII

[midgarhorizon]

[There's a guy in your transportation system, Locke City. In your system and eating your food. Well, maybe not food, but definitely hopping from bus to bus on his frenzied way to get to work.

Sitting on this bus is like sitting in a dentist's chair while the good doctor is taking his sweet time to get the whole thing over with. Folding his arms, the redheaded man keeps glancing at his watch and scowling. Where's a good taxi when you need one?

Oh, did they forget to mention he looks like he had just gotten shot about six or seven times? The blood and holes in his shirt is pretty gruesome when his jacket falls open, but he doesn't seem.... particularly bothered by it.

That's what happens when you test gunshot effects at the studio and get a sudden call to hurry over to the on-site location because of some stupid foul up. Being a pyrotechnician isn't easy.]

[atouchofstrife]

You're getting blood all over the seat. [this blond with the spiky hair and the really dark sunglasses just had to point that out because well, in this city stranger things have happened.]

Tom McNair | Being Human

[simplewolf]

[There's a young man in the mall, hands in his pockets and a look of awe on his face as he strolls around from here to there. His clothes look to be picked for comfort rather than appeal and he scuffs his feet on the floor as he walks.

At a glance, one might say he looks a little uncertain about where he is. It's when he sees a toy store that his face lights up in a broad grin and the youth jogs toward it to stand before the store window. A rather large and expensive robot figurine is on display behind the glass.]

Always wanted one of these, I did.

[You'd swear it's Christmas with how happy he looks.]

[detectivetroll]

[Nick comes up behind him, a pair of soft pretzels in one hand and a soda container in the other, and pauses as he looks over the display.]

Well, you'll be easy to shop for when it's Christmas.

Varric Tethras | Dragon Age 2

[sayhitobianca]

Action Option - Rainy Day/Public Transportation

Varric Tethras is not the kind of man who normally needs public transportation. (He's also no longer a dwarf, and is instead a tall, muscular man in his mid-thirties, with shoulder-length blond hair pulled back into a half ponytail.) As the president of a highly successful international transportation company (not to mention a highly successful and mostly illegal underground operation that most people would refer to as "the mob"), he can't even remember the last time he'd ridden a bus.

Until today. Until he'd spent a very large sum of cash on a crossbow for some inexplicable reason; until he'd been chased by some weird creatures that he's currently aren't positive weren't the result of some tea he'd tried at that Renaissance Faire; until he'd tried to shoot them with the crossbow only to have it change under his hand into something the likes of which he's never seen before.

Now it's pouring, and though he'd escaped, he's far from where he'd been. And the bus is right there, while calling a company car would leave him stranded for at least twenty minutes.

So he boards it, strange crossbow slung over his back, and walks to the back to sit down in the first empty seat he finds. Regardless of who it's next to, or what they make think of a man with an odd weapon sitting next to them.



Network Option - Audio

[He'd first absently written down the string of numbers that won't leave his head during his weekly bookkeeping, since their presence in his mind had been throwing him off the rest of his numbers. His plan to get them out of his head and go back to his work had failed, but he'd discovered something far more interesting.

Since then, Varric's been reading. He knows better than to make his presence known somewhere before he has as firm of a grasp on the situation as he can.

Only once he's as fully abreast of what's been happening as he can be without having actually been there at the time does he make a network post.]

I'm a little disappointed. All this time, there was a completely untapped source of information, right under my nose.

Such fascinating things I'm discovering about ThunderCorp, and our esteemed local law enforcement.

[action] HE'S ON A BUS VARRIC TETHRAS DON'T YOU EVER FORGET

[darkinferno]

If you ask Riku, it's entirely a fluke that he's even on this bus. Not because he eschews public transportation, but because it's not even the bus he'd intended on getting on. He's had a lot on his mind ever since his experience with that voice in the dark, okay? It's not like it's a regular thing. But it's enough to annoy him--he's lived in this city for nearly three years now. Surely by this time he should know the bus routes well enough to not hop the first bus that pulls up to the stop.

Whatever. At least he's not standing out in the rain anymore.

It's just his luck that the stranger that boards three stops later chooses him to sit down next to. Riku frowns to himself (there are plenty of empty seats--hell, even empty rows--further back; why take the seat next to him?), but he's not about to let the stranger know that he's needled him.

At least, he's not planning on it until he notices the crossbow slung over the other man's back.

Riku can't help himself. He tugs an earbud from his ear and lifts an eyebrow, glancing pointedly at the weapon before back to the man.

"Pretty sure neither vampires nor werewolves exist, Van Helsing," he says dryly. "And we left the 1600s behind a few centuries ago."

Ramza Beoulve | Final Fantasy Tactics

[heretical_son]

[Leon Rugria runs a local shelter/halfway house specializing in at risk/runaway teens- largely due to his own unhappy past. Or he DID run it. For the past year it's been in other hands while he was out of town. It's rumored it was while he sobered up.

Now that he's back he's returned to his old position- like his past self he has a bad habit of looking for the best in people... even if he's not as naive and a lot more foul mouthed]

[Action]

[Oh... it's raining. Hard. Leon is looming under the House's awning in a battered hoodie. Weather like this is when the most kids end up needing a bed and something hot to eat. The young man is smoking, using the little death stick to keep warm- and as a lure. Plenty of people will ask to bum a smoke even if they're unwilling to ask for more]

[Network]

...

Is it normal to come back into town and suddenly know how to use a sword? Of course it damn well couldn't be something *useful*, no one uses goddamned swords anymore.

[network]

[destinatus]

Yes.

Or rather, it seems to be normal for "us". Kind of archaic, but fascinating in its own way.

Legato Bluesummers | Trigun

[hand_licker]

ACTION - THE MALL

[Trying to get some holiday shopping done? Good luck, with this guy in the way.

[The tall, dark-haired man has pulled every single baking sheet, pan, tray, tin, and everything else you can imagine off of the shelves. Every. Single. One. He's managed to block off the entire kitchenware section of the store — which just so happens to be a popular place to pass through, in order to get from one area of the store to another.

[Apparently unaware of the mess he's made (or just not caring about it), the man is going from one pile to another in order to carefully inspect each item.

[This man is a baker. And he is going to find just the right pan.]



NETWORK; VIDEO

I've created something new.

[The baker is smiling serenely, seemingly unaware of the fact that he's completely covered in flour. Completely. The only colors visible are his eyes, peering gold through the haze of white.]

A limited edition pie. A new flavor, for the holidays.

Please, join me, and sample my newest creation.

[hollowleg]

[Shiro has managed to ruin one of his favorite baking pans. Actually, he's pretty sure Chris did it. Whatever. The point is, he is in serious need of a new cake pan and-- woah holy shit what is this moron doing.

He resists the urge to growl and show his fangs because HAHAHA WHAT A BAD IDEA and instead glares daggers at the guy over his glasses]

What in the hell are you doin', man?

Åsa | Finland | Hetalia

[moimin_mama]

Network; Video

[An eager blonde leans into her camera, clearly excited and looking much younger than her 27 years. Her voice is accented, some people might recognise it as Swedish, but her English is good.]

It really feels like winter now! And December's getting so much closer! Is everyone getting excited for Christmas? I am! I need to catch up on my christmas shopping, though, there's so much to do! I was going to try and make scarves for people, but I think I've left it too late now. When I was at university I used to make little presents for everyone that took part in my secret santa and I had to start that really early!

Oh! There's a thought. Would anyone be interested in doing a secret santa over this networky thing? I wouldn't mind arranging that! And it'd be a way for people to get to know each other better! I think that would be nice. I think there's still enough time until Christmas to get something organised! If people are interested, that is. If you are, let me know! I think if maybe... five or ten people say they'd like to I'll work something out. So let me know!

[As she leans forward to turn the camera off, she notices something that makes her frown, leaning in closer.] Do my eyes look... purple to you? [She spends another moment looking at them, and it's true in this light they're certainly darker than they were before for anyone who saw them and they're starting to look like there may be a touch of purple in them that wasn't there before.]

[longstockings]

There should be a secret santa for everyone on the network, even if they aren't making something.

[You just found yourself a companion in this endeavour. LET'S GIVE GIFTS TO EVERYONE BECAUSE CHRISTMAS IS ABOUT EVERYONE FEELING HAPPY AND WARM INSIDE.]

Gumdrop | Giegue | Mother

[break_a_melody]

[A year old albino rat bought from a pet store by little Mari, Gumdrop was treated with tender, loving care. He lived an insignificant, yet comfortable life inside cage after cage.

While the girl went to school one day, Gumdrop noticed that its door wasn't locked properly. Curiosity piqued, he squirmed out and soon found himself far away from home. Gumdrop, a bit braver than the rest, did what he had to to live.]

[Action]

[Outside of the restaurant, a particularly bold rat sits below one of the tables, eating the fallen crumbs or what have you. People can be so careless with their food. Upon closer inspection, if one would care to invest that much interest in a rat, they would notice that it was sitting by a neat pile of crumbs sitting on top of a patch of cloth.

While you're observing all this, it looks up at you, frozen. Not in fear or anything. It's the sort of patient look one has despite being interrupted.]

[Network/Audio]

[The voice you hear sounds neither feminine or masculine. It's somewhere in between and without a picture, visualizing the person behind it would be a considerable challenge in creativity. This voice has something of an echo behind it as well. Maybe it's just the acoustics.]

... Is there a Mari Davis here?

2

[stavros]

I apologize, I am not familiar with her. Though I'll admit that I do not know them all.

Aaron Taylor | OC | Open to anything (PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION IS THE MOST FUN)

[xochipilli_cursed]

Do you know what sucks worse than having a steady job? Having to take the bus every day. Aaron knows this has been his life, but it still feels funny. Like wearing a belt and being between two knotches or having bangs just long enough to be visible but not quite blocking your sight. Standing on the same bus heading the same way and knowing he is going to repeat this again doesn't sit right with him.

This distraction leads to to him not noticing a hard turn ahead. His grip on the strap isn't tight enough and he slips, falling into a seat occupied by someone who probably doesn't need a teen colliding with them.

Marina Santana (Umi Ryuuzaki) | Magic Knight Rayearth

[dragon_blossom]

ECHOechoechoecho

[ The whole echo business was strange. Clearly. As indicated by the fact that the moment Marina touched a sword - a real sword - for the first time in her life - she knew how to use it. Instinctively.

Brown hair flowed in the breeze as she spun, sword out, simply testing out her knowledge, frowning. This was something that she was sure she was good at, better at than probably anyone who wasn't remembering things from another universe, and she couldn't even share it without raising people's suspicions. ]

...this is the coolest thing to ever suck ass.

NETWORK

can these echoes change our personalities? i already have this idea that people have picked up habits and talents from them, changed their opinions about people, stuff like that.

i don't like it. i'm not japanese and i'm not named umi and i'm me. the magical powers are cool and all and if i'm stuck with this whole mess i'll have to live with it but i think i'm a little more worried about this than i am about monsters and conspiracies. we can do things about those right? but not about personality stuff?

>>network

[girlrewired]

magic powers? ah, to be like that... i'd be so care-free (｡･･｡)
i'm jealous.

[she can't help but latch onto that one particular thing.]

Vergil | Devil May Cry

[caina]

A
[17-year-old Ben Spalding is babyfaced and short for his age. It kind of sucks. This morning his hair suddenly turned white, and his mom's strict about school attendance.

So, at the highschool, one senior who looks maybe 13 at best is desperately trying to hide his head in the halls, grumbling to himself.]

Premature grey my ass...

B (network video)
So...how do you guys deal with really obvious physical changes? Like, I have to go to school, and be in front of my parents and all? I'm going to try to get some hair dye and do it before mom notices what's up, but...

Also, um, she might think I'm posessed because of sleep talking...about demons...

Julian Bradds | Original Character

[atethecanary]

[Julian doesn't understand why people can't do their jobs right. Why is it raining when there was no rain in the forecast. Why is his driver not here when Julian specifically told him to be here early just in case Julian's class got out early. Julian knew he should have just driven himself to school, but it was early and he hadn't felt like it. He's found safety under an overhang for now, and he furiously dials his drivers number again, but there's still no response.]

I'm going to have to take the bus.

[With an agitated sigh he throws his tablet and phone into his bag, clutches it to his chest, and makes a dash for the bus stop. By the time he gets there his jacket, hair, and shoes are soaked, and he stomps onto the bus getting water everywhere. He finds the nearest empty seat that has no one in the one next to it either and sits there with a huff, looking every bit as displeased as he feels.]

[detectivetroll]

[You know who else is in on this bus? A detective. A somewhat cranky detective who's on a bus because his partner has the car, and he'd thought, oh, it's not supposed to rain, I'll walk, why not.

Clearly, this is why not. And next time he has a thought like that, he'll remember this.

But then he spots Julian, soaking wet and huffing his way down the aisle, and raises an eyebrow. After that, he pretty much has no choice but to head over and stand next to his cousin's seat.]

I'm pretty sure you're one of the last people I expected to see on the bus.

Dark Precure (Jasmine Tsukuyomi) | Heartcatch Precure

[jasminebloominginshadow]

A. - The Mall

[Jasmine sat in the mall, looking absolutely like she wanted to be anywhere else but where she was right now. On her lap sat a sketchbook, which she seemed rather disinterested in - but only because she had finished what she was drawing and didn't seem to have any idea for something new to start on.

As it turned out, said drawing was of herself as some kind of anime magical girl. One with long hair and a classy-looking purple and white outfit.]

Come on sis, where the hell are you...?

[seems she's waiting for someone... do you dare approach her?]

B. - Arts and Crafts

[an arts and crafts fair. The idea had made Jasmine eager to be social for once... until she actually got there, and found out it was a bunch of popsicle stick houses and chintzy homemade wreaths and stuff like that.

And yet... she's not leaving. Whether it's to complain, or out of the vague hope that she might find something legitimately compelling is anyone's guess]

This place is a cultural wasteland...

A - flopping over to prose

[alilyinthemoonslight]

"Jasmine!"

The shout came from a short ways behind where the young woman sat, just barely audible over the crowds of people. Approaching the vicinity was a hastily moving teenager with dark hair and a school bag slung over one shoulder. Once reaching Jasmine, she was given a kind, apologetic smile.

"I'm so sorry, I got roped into something by a classmate and couldn't get out sooner," she said, and drew in a bit of a breath. "You ... weren't here too long, were you?"