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[test] THIS WEATHER IS RIDICULOUS

Random scenario test drive meme. Some prompts:
> Ah god it's so hot and muggy how awful!
> The worst thing about summer cold snaps: you don't usually have your windbreaker handy because it's been so damn hot.
> The wind is perverse and trying to steal your things and/or crash stuff into you.
> It's raining wet vermy-things, as if the hail and possible storm wasn't bad enough. Now you have rain-echoes to deal with, at best.
> A nice day? I guess those exist?

So where are you?
> Caught way out in the open! At the beach, in the steet, at a fair, anywhere.
> Taking shelter! Bus stop, club you wouldn't normally frequent, bridge underpass, any port in a storm, any shade from the deathsun.
> In the mall or somewhere comfortably out of the elements, you lucky sunuvanek.
> Somewhere... else? idk, do what you want!

Have at thee!

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MARPHBLURGFGGLE.

[ ~~NO MEDUCA NO...~~

Meaning Octavia isn't exactly a stranger to getting a mouthful of wind-swept hair - come on, look at her own giant mass o' follicles - but when it's a complete stranger's hair and not her own?

NO.

HELL NO.

Her flailing and shrieking isn't going to make disentangling her from Madeline's hair any easier, gosh. It may be making things worse. ]

[ and he returns just as abruptly as he left, popping up right behind her. he reminds himself to be polite and say thank you -- but then he notices her watering and the notion flies out of his brain. ]

Oh, I didn't realize you were volunteering as well! I hope I wasn't interrupting.

[ the words fall out of his mouth very quickly, so that if one doesn't pay close attention, it's a bit difficult to tell when one word ends and the other begins. ]

It's a lovely day for planting flowers, don't you think? With the sun, and the water, they have everything they need to live!

[ is it- oh god, this girl's getting it tied into a knot. ]

Wait, just- please stop, we can still work this out-

[ a particularly vicious flail signifies the end of the hair's slack, and with a small shriek all nearly-five-feet of madeline hart-nakamura crashes into octavia. ]

[ Oh dear. The unholy shrieking reaches a crescendo. Eardrums around Locke City burst. Brains haemorrage. NO ONE SURVIVES.

Or Octavia just screams really loudly and, oh-so-sensibly, shoves Madeline away with all her panicky strength. Which isn't the smartest move considering their two respective plagues of hair seem to be tangling with each other alarmingly.

It's like they're fusing.

MAYBE THEY ARE.

Either way - if Madeline is knocked back/over by that shove, Octavia is going down with her. Everything is terrible and life is pain. ]

*Tessa Hart is one of the handful of patrons dripping water and huddling around the heater. She clutches her coat and looks up, trying not to look too bothered.*

It could always be worse.

[they seem to be, although it's hardly a blessing considering just how noticeable they are. somehow the harsh red pattern highlight the sharp angles of Salvador's face, makes him a faintly sinister figure despite his demeanor to the contrary. he's hardly pleased with it.

he looks at her askance a moment, unused to a name like that. it calls to mind exotic places and harsh environments - but he really doesn't have room to judge, with a name so painfully ethnic as his own. so instead he smiles a little, the gesture sincere if weary]

Salvador. I'd say that it was a pleasure, but I think that may be giving the situation a little too much credit.

[With the torrential downpour going on, its almost a wonder that anyone would still be standing outside, even if this particular man happens to be standing under an overhang just outside of the local church. He looks odd, like he doesn't quite belong there with his large shoulders, strong jaw, and slight blonde five o'clock shadow. The building's doors are open, heat blazing to give shelter to those chilled by the sudden cold snap raining down upon them. Arthas himself has a table of towels and blankets behind him in the foyer and it appears that the overhang isnt quite enough to keep him completely dry with the wind blowing.

But it doesn't stop him from trying to encourage those trying to rush home to take a moment to rest. He appears friendly and also takes the time to wave and extend his hand to invite anyone running by.]

Hold, stranger! There is no need to strain yourself. Take a moment's rest -- we have a bit of food as well, if you are famished.

[ Adelle admittedly wasn't having a very good day. She'd gotten in an argument earlier in her biology class (ironically enough) with a piggish republican about the 'evils of capitalism'. She's been heated ever since. So when she inhales a gust of chocolatey hair, while secluded in this bus stop, barely covering her from the torrential rain, she can't help but feel her day was only going to get worse from here.

She quickly pushes it away, stands, and makes an audible grunt. She's about to start yelling, but manages to restrain herself. ]

It's.. fine. [ she peers at her two meter long swath of hair. ] It's about time for a haircut, isn't it? Unless there's some religious reason for its.. length.

Edited 2013-07-20 22:57 (UTC)

[ PCHOOOOO. madeline, off-balance as is, isn't quite expecting the shove. nor is she expecting to topple over in the other direction, yanking octavia and her hair with her in the process. the "oomph" she makes as she lands on the ground with a teenage anger elemental on top of her leaves her breathless for a moment, but soon enough she's back to trying: ]

Wait! Wait! Please, hold on for just a moment...

[ sorry, octavia - the two of you are tangled up enough at this point that yanking won't be enough. madeline reaches up, putting both hands on the teen's shoulders, and tries to look her in the eye. ]

Please hold still! I can't get us untangled unless we're both doing our best to stay calm...

[ Oh god. Oh god this is so ridiculous and horrible and Octavia is about to have a panic attack because IF ANY OF THE DRAMA CLUB SEE THIS IT WILL LOOK LIKE SHE IS SOME KIND OF LESBIAN WITH A HAIR FETISH.

LIFE IS STILL PAIN. ]

I am calm! Calm and collected and peachy and -- [ hissing: ] -- your hair is a danger to society and to my reputation.

[ oh god, she's already gotten in someone's way today, hasn't she? she flushes a bright red, pulling and holding what she can of her hair back as she laughs sheepishly. ]

Ehehe, it- that would be a good idea, wouldn't it? I guess I just haven't really thought about getting it cut!

[ actually, that's the problem - she's tried cutting it. several times now. and each time, it grew back in a matter of hours. but how do you explain that to someone at the bus stop? "i have really thick hair?" she gets the feeling that wouldn't be appreciated at the moment, somehow.

anyway, whatever she did to deserve this hair showing up out of nowhere last week? it's here to stay. she finally manages to flip the mass of hair over one shoulder, letting it coil up in her lap as she tries to salvage what she can of the situation. ]

I'm really sorry about it - I haven't figured out anything good to do with it, yet. [ and she winces a bit at that, because even that sounds insane - most people have several years to figure this sort of thing out, as opposed to four or five days - but what can she do? quickly, she changes the topic. ] Um, what's your name...?

I know. I'm really sorry about it - I haven't figured out what to do with it yet.

[ aimless as always, huh? she pushes herself onto her elbows, still looking up at octavia (and hoping she didn't catch that bit about her hair sprouting). ]

Um, I'm going to try sitting us both up, okay? Then I think I can brush it back to normal...

[Her mouth worked silently for a moment as she processed what he said (she could keep up, but the words fell out of his mouth so quickly) and thoughts of flouncing after throwing the hose at his head danced in her head.]

Please don't assume things! I'm not a volunteer...yet. [...] But it is a nice day.

( A: THE DEAD DISTRICT )
[ Despite rain or shine, Jaina Proudmoore carries herself with her head held high. Not with arrogance, but with that of a woman on a mission. A heartfelt one at that as she travels frequently between the nearby homeless shelter and despite it's name, her arms are often closed tightly around various donations from the good people of the city.

Not today however. Instead, she's walking right back the path she came with a reddened face. Surely that's due to sweat and exertion taking it's toll on her, not the brightly colored packages she was asked to hand out. It only took her fifteen minutes to figure out what they were and now that she knew? Horrified, absolutely horrified. Feel free to catch her between here and there, maybe even ask her for some. There's plenty to be passed out after all. ]

( B: SOMETHING OLD )
[ Curiosity stirs often in Jaina and while she's never been one to collect material items. When you move from country to country as she does, there's a lack of space in luggage between necessities for personal artifacts. Yet, here she is moving between the shelves taking in every sight. While she doesn't look the type to steal, she's not exactly radiating with wealth either with her simplistic clothing that's worn from the years.

Every so often she'll pause and pick up an object to study it up close by bringing it to her face. Upon closer look, it doesn't seem as though she's staring at the antique, but instead towards something else in the distance. ]

[ Surprisingly (or not so much), Jaina doesn't gravitate far from his side. While she's not actively recruiting strangers out from the rain, the woman does keep a watchful eye on them as if she was paranoid of them. If called on it, she'll just smile and brush it off as the weather at fault for her sullen demeanor.

Still, she lingers close and closer to him as the day goes on. ]

Shouldn't you rest some? [ He's been working so hard, hasn't he?

It seems that way to her at least. ] It would be good for you.

[ Like usual, it's Mara Megido that's the family member that gets dragged into this. Mara's never understood the point of Aria's geocaching thing, nor fully understood how the shit it works. But Mara is nothing if not the dutiful elder sister with a car.

But the weather ugh why the weather. Mara's dressed for it, though, with a red tank-top and short shorts; pocky stick in her mouth as they walk.

She's mostly just making sure Aria doesn't walk into traffic or something staring at her GPS. ]

Are we close to the thing, yet?

[ Lucky for Aria. She's not the sister with a car, after all, and lacking that...Well, it might take longer. Although they've left the car behind since they've gotten closer.

Aria's similarly dressed for the weather, in a red-and-black striped tank and jean shorts.

She probably needs the help not walking into traffic, considering how closely she's studying her GPS. Aria's response, when it comes, is almost absent-minded. ]

I think we're getting closer...we're within fifty feet, at least.

[ So, you know. They could totally be further away! ]

[or Cain Hashimoto, as he's known in this life. the rain had come in a torrent, as he'd been leaving the grocery store on a brief stop on his way home from work at Locke City University's IT department. the corner of his mouth twitches down as he tries to find shelter, and it's only too late that he realizes he isn't dealing with ordinary rain.

a pair of odd shades on an elastic goggle strap are around his forehead now, seemingly brought along with the wet swarm. were those there before?? not gonna try figuring out what's on his head for now, just cursing under his breath in French and trying to move faster. something's up.]

Merde, one would think today had already been enough...

Edited 2013-07-21 04:41 (UTC)

[There is a middle-aged man wrestling with an umbrella in the middle of all of this. The umbrella seems as though it's on the verge of failure, and he's not terribly graceful. He manages to accidentally bump into Cain.]

Oh! I'm terribly sorry...

[ Just Tris, no elongated name necessary -- sixteen, skinny as a rail, and currently completely soaked. It's just her luck that there's a large awning of a video game store close by, and she darts underneath it, wrapping her arms around her small body to keep warm. Was this really necessary, weather? The irritated, huffy look on her face definitely explains what she's thinking. ]

This'll teach me to check the morning news.

[the man formerly known as Shiki Takashi but now goes by the name Steve Kibe shakes some water from his rather curly hair and sighs a little at the unforgiving rainfall. he is holding a much abused bag of groceries in one hand while using a surprisingly batter briefcase as a shield against the rain and not exactly looking at where he was going so oops. he just probably ran right into Cain.]

Sorry.

Edited 2013-07-21 05:14 (UTC)

[ And it's not like Mara would let her underage sister roam the city alone, that would be... stupid, basically.

Mara groans just slightly at the "fifty feet" because lbr here it's probably more like a hundred. And then Aria has the find the mysterious thing, and what if it's up a tree? (Mara doesn't know if that's a thing geocachers do but what she would probs do if she were one.) ]

If you find it in the next fifteen minutes we'll get ice cream on the way home.

[ This isn't really a DO WELL, CHILD incentive so much as IT IS HOT LET'S HUSTLE, CHILD incentive. Not as if they aren't going to get ice cream even if it takes Aria an hour, but. ]

[Option 1:]

[Were you hoping to go to the comic book shop in peace? Because Maxwell here isn't going to let that happen, oh no. Anything you're looking at could earn you a good questioning on your comic book knowledge, so you'd better hope you're not a dreaded casual if you don't want to be mocked.]

[Option 2:]

[Maxwell's been kicked out of the video game store for getting in fights with other customers, but rather than just leave? He's taken it upon himself to stand outside the door and shout--about how bad the staff's taste in games is, general obscenities, and he's even still trying to pick fights about his elitist gaming opinions with people going in and out of the store. Oh boy. Security's sure to come to remove him any time now, but until then...]

[Option 3]

[After a productive day of being a Little Shit™ at both the comic store and the game store, Maxwell is finally heading home...but TRAGEDY STRIKES!!!!, as the wind is bad enough that he loses his grip on his bag of comics. They go flying everywhere and may hit you in the face.]

Edited 2013-07-21 05:10 (UTC)

[ Whose in-progress app can be found here.

A) There's a fan convention of some kind in town, and Mara is out and about dressed like Sailor Moon. It's absurdly windy out, and Mara is clearly Not Pleased with the situation, her skirt whipping and clutching onto her bag.

B) Mara works at a restaurant waitressing in Little Tokyo. She isn't necessarily a good waitress, but she is a waitress! And it's raining cats and dogs outside, so you're both stuck there now. Is she your waitress? That... might be unfortunate.

C) It's so hot outside oh god, and Mara's sad little red sedan is broken down in a less populated area of the city in the midst of the heat. She's got the hood open but it's clear she's no mechanic, so she's mostly just prodding at things while sweating away, clearly not pleased with the situation.

It's like choose your own adventure, but instead it's choose your own annoyed Mara. ]

Edited 2013-07-21 05:16 (UTC)

[ Such a responsible older sister. Mama Megido would be proud - okay, Mama Megido would have let Aria wander around the city alone, but DETAILS.

Aria does look up from the GPS at her sister's groan, with a soft laugh. Like Mara hasn't dragged her to a thousand conventions and larp sessions...

Though she raises an eyebrow at the bribe. ]

You do remember I'm sixteen, right?

[ Not as if she doesn't want ice cream and the bribe doesn't stand a chance of working, but... ]

Besides, Mara, where's your sense of adventure? We have no idea what's waiting in the cache!

[ A log book and some sort of trade item, in all liklihood, like every other cache ever. ]

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