[test] THIS WEATHER IS RIDICULOUS

[espigeonage]

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!

Comments

Hence you not being sorry in the least. ;3 (I'm teasing btw.)

[moonlitsong]

Has that ever happened here?

[Seriously, has it? She looks both surprised and somewhat fearful.]

You have to at least pretend you're sorry when you're playing from Otomedius. *^^*

[stavros]

Combinations of two or three of those, I think.

[moonlitsong]

[To that Maria gives a heavy sigh while lolling her head back to look skyward, shaking out her coat by it's sides. Hopefully not on some other poor soul.]

I hope part of it wasn't the flooding. I can't walk in that.

[stavros]

Where are you trying to get to?

[moonlitsong]

Over to the offices on [such and such street]. I'm working as an administrative assistant there for now.

[Her particular position makes her a glorified secretary frankly.]

[stavros]

Do you need an umbrella?

*Tessa goes to retrieve hers from the rack. It's sadly pretty easy to spot; even in another life, Kokoro puts large white crosses on every imaginable accessory. she thinks it looks cool okay*

[moonlitsong]

[And sadly? Here's Maria, going wide-eyed over it. Forget the rain, forget the fact that she's drenched and can't show up to her brand new job like this. She has to oogle an umbrella.]

Did you add the crosses yourself?

[stavros]

I got it that way. You like my umbrella?

*She cracks the door open to stick the umbrella out and open it. Just in case.*

[moonlitsong]

It's fantastic!

[stavros]

Glad I could cheer you up! I can take you to where you need to be. It's sort of like a civic duty to help people out.

[no_love_potions]

[It was a dark and stormy night.

Because of course it was.

Harry Dresden, paranormal investigator of middling renown was already drenched by the time he got up to the old Cooke house, supposedly one of Locke City's most haunted locales, and shook some of the rainwater from his beat up old duster.

The place certainly looked the part, old, creaking and filled with sheet-covered furniture. If there was any place in the city he'd have picked to run into something spooky then this was it.]

Okay. Let's see what you've got for me.

[moonlitsong]

[Old, creaking, filled with sheet-covered furniture... and footsteps. Footsteps coming from somewhere fairly close by.

Footsteps that immediately lead into a loud 'clunk' and then what had to be a whispered curse in some other language.]

[no_love_potions]

[Footsteps. That was... interesting. He was pretty sure he was the only person crazy enough to actually come out to a place like this on a night like tonight.

Reaching into one of the big pockets of his coat he grabs his handheld night-vision camera and slowly starts creeping toward where he hears the footsteps. Not that he was all that lightfooted himself so whoever it was probably heard him coming too. Or... whatever it was.

That whispered voice makes him pause just at the doorway to the next room. Still nothing showing up on the camera screen. He takes a second, taking a long breath before getting ready to swing around the corner and hopefully get a glimpse of whatever else was in this house.

On three...

Two....

One!]

whee

[crymoore]

Afraid there's no work left for the volunteers, Arthas.

[ Teasingly adding on: ] You've monopolized the only task left and you seem to be holding onto it for dear life.

[northrend]

Well I guess that is rather selfish of me, isn't it?

[His smile is slightly apologetic as he turns to face her more readily, reaching up to push some blonde hair out of his eyes.]

I wouldn't mind a bit of company. The people coming in never stay long to chat, considering where I've stationed myself. But if you would prefer, I will leave the task to you for a bit.

[crymoore]

I'll stay nearby if you will have me.

[ Not that it needs to be said: she knows he will. Still, there's the illusion of giving him a choice of sending her away all while she looks towards another group passing by. ]

It isn't difficult at all for you to change a man's mind on his beliefs, is it?

[northrend]

I would be honored.

[He makes a face, a little embarrassed.]

I don't know if I would go that far, Miss Proudmoore.

[crymoore]

It is the truth, isn't it?

[ Showering him with praise is something she's come to enjoy if only for that look. ]

I could point a man out and dare you. Within minutes they would be knelt at the altar all thanks to you.

[northrend]

Hardly!

[A blush creeps into his cheeks and he looks uncomfortable. Receiving compliments is not his strong suit.]

Jaina.

[crymoore]

[ As if she's any better with giving them. Now she thinks she's said something awkward as she looks away. ]

Arthas.

[godsdontbleed]

A cop.

[he murmurs lowly, tone somewhere between mild concern and wearied acceptance. Salvador wasn't the kind of man to run afoul of the law very often, but he knows very well just what kind of trouble an official like that can cause if they want to. how did he end up in the middle of something like this?]

I'm afraid that I still haven't gotten anything so useful from whatever this is. It was just a thought - a memory, I suppose. A huge stone jaguar.

[his mouth twists into a frown. he feels stupid saying this aloud, but considering the day so far maybe it's not as out there as he thinks it is]

It felt alive. It felt like I was supposed to be giving it life.

[moonlitsong]

[On her end, Maria freezes in place not long after her unfortunately collision with a piece of sheet-draped furniture. She catches the midst of those footsteps with the same tell-tale creek of old floorboards and suddenly her heart leaps into her throat.

Her mind starts clicking away as she searches her own pockets for her camera. The headlamp strapped around her head provides a bare beam of light that can only do so much in such a gloomy place.

If it's making noise then it had to be a poltergeist of some sort. She hadn't run into one of those in a long time. Or... well, ever maybe. The last time was a bit dubious anyhow.

The footsteps seem to be growing closer though so she poises at the ready, creeping forward carefully. The open doorway into this room proved beneficial in this instance and the moment the footsteps got close enough, Maria herself swung around the corner of the doorway as well.

And promptly runs straight into something very-not corporeal. With a noise she trips back a step or two and then boom, there goes her rear meeting the ground. And kicking up a lovely cloud of dirt and dust while she's at it.]

[no_love_potions]

[On that mental count, Harry swung around the doorway to the next room, camera up and grunted as he run into somebody or something.

With a very manly exclamation of surprise he stumbled back a step, almost tripping over a covered chair himself but managing to keep his balance.

He shines his light through the dust cloud, trying to catch a glimpse of who or whatever he'd hit, half-expecting some unspeakable spectre from beyond the grave only to find a... girl. The hell was she doing here?]

Hey, you okay?

[He moves forward, waving away the dust that got into his face and reaches down to offer her a hand.]

[alderaanda]

They've gotten strange recently. Be careful.

A jaguar? [She's never heard of something like this.] Cool. Maybe you'll be able to do that.

tavros nitram | hs

[summit]

[ Oh great. Rain. The forecast had been calling for clear skies and he'd assumed it was a safe day for a trip to pick up some comics, but once again the weatherman had lied to them all. He didn't even take an umbrella everything was going to get so ruined.

Travis wastes absolutely no time in seeking shelter underneath the bus stop, huddling over his precious comics protectively. Hopefully, this was just a sun shower... ]

This just... ugh, this sucks.