[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

Tash Arranda | Star Wars Expanded Universe

[alderaanda]

["Nat Arcadi", incomplete app here. She's a rather weird, overly perceptive teenager... in a park somewhere, trying to figure out how to move a suddenly-echoed-back bright yellow starship the size of a small truck while it's still raining like this and no one's likely to see. No one but whoever this is out here with her... well, nothing for that.]

You. Help me out!

Raimi | Geist

[ocypodiogenes]

[Application! Likely going to be ironed out more if I do play her.]

[There's a tall, unamused-looking woman taking shelter in the corner. For no particular reason she slumps in place, eyes dull and seeing nothing, and if you can see ghosts? A translucent weird glowing humanoid has just pulled free of her and, superfast, hovers about like a wingless hummingbird, pausing here and there to look at things and people with featureless bright eyes. After a few seconds it pours itself back into her body; she shudders a little and straightens in place, glancing at her hands. If you can't see ghosts, it just looks like she nodded off and startled awake, then had to check her watch.]

[...even if your character can't and will never be able to see ghosts, feel free to give them that power for this, if you want.]

The War Mage | Orcs Must Die

[these_orcs_must]

[It's around 6:00pm, and has been horribly hot and muggy out all day. Finally, the clouds that have been piling up let loose with a torrential downpour.

Robert Knox, construction worker and (currently) sweaty guy is now standing outside the site he just finished working at that will be a new McDonalds in a few weeks, staring up in the sky with his arms held out and getting drenched.]

Just as good as a shower!

Nepeta Leijon | Homestuck

[watchingyouasphyxiate]

[Norah de Leon is sixteen years old - and she hates getting soaked. She hates getting her clothes wet, too, but the lesser of two evils!

She's gone seeking out a sheltered bus stop with her jacket removed and over her head. She feels rainwater soaking it through and weighing it down, and her arms are fr-r-reezing, but at least it'll keep her hair and her shirt dry as long as it needs do!

She scrambles straight under the overhead once she reaches the bus stop, falls back onto the bench, and pulls her legs up, hugging them to her - she'd gone out in shorts today.]

Br-r-r!

I thought it was gonna be warm!

[There's a little of a betrayed whine in her voice.]

Maria Renard | Castlevania

[moonlitsong]

[All Maria wanted to do was go to work. That was all. Just go to work and survive the day again. Her job was lousy and rough enough as it was.

And then the heavens opened up and by the time she reached the closest bar/small cafe/whatever the shop was, she was drenched. From the roots of her blond hair to the soles of her boots.

Only one word could describe today.]

Ugh.

Yukari Marii | Qualia the Purple

[philosophicalzombie]

[The weather: Torrential downpour, out of nowhere! The shelter: Not much of it to be found!]

[Except here. Yukari is hanging out at a bus stop, perfectly dry, waving her arms at anyone who passes nearby and happens to not have an umbrella or otherwise looks unhappy.]

Hello! Over here!

You can stay here until the rain stops!

Nicholas D Wolfwood | Trigun

[twobitpriest]

[ It had been a nice day. Nick had set up his signs, made the more-friendlier of his two assistants stand at the corner waving the CARS R US sign at passing vehicles and he himself manned the grill, handing out food and smiles. But then it started raining, and then there were little black things running around meeping at him that no one else could see, and now he was yelling at the heavens about how it was all the Humanoid Typhoon's fault.]

An' I mean it! Once I get my hands around your neck, Stampede, you'll regret it!

[problem was that - once he caught his breath - he really can't remember why he was shouting about that when he had more pressing concerns. Like the bag of hotdogs being carried away by a weirdly familiar black cat.]

Hey! Put those down!

Kevin Levin || Ben 10/Alien Force/Ultimate Alien/Omniverse

[buffing]

[THE WEATHER: Cold. Wet. Torrential rain, but no storms. THE PLACE: A tiny, hole-in-the-wall coffee shop, with warm drinks and dry air. Who's this buff, handsome, soaking wet and shivering young man in the corner?

Kevin Levin Hackett is a TV and movie star who grew up in the spotlight. A couple years ago Kevin made his transition from "awkward aging child star" to "worldwide sex symbol" when he got the lead role in the Twilight-expy film Morning Star.

More recently, he made the tabloids when he suddenly disappeared during the filming of its sequel. Rumors are flying everywhere, from drugs to kidnapping to aliens, but no one knows the truth: A scene from the film mirrored an event from his past life, triggering his first Echo and shaking him to his core. Confused and uneasy, Kevin managed to escape from under the thumb of his agent, producers and handlers who have controlled his whole life and get as far away as possible -- and here he is in Locke City.

So here's a runaway movie star huddled in the corner, wet and cold with nothing but a cappuccino to warm him up. Do you offer the stranger a warmer jacket and some friendly conversation? Or do you recognize him from all the posters on your bedroom wall and scream your praises and marriage proposals to the heavens? Or... do you do something else? idek.]

[thorny]

[Hikari, on the other hand, had been prepared for today's lovely weather - she's in a long raincoat over her usual Lolita gear and toting an umbrella significantly sturdier than the lacy parasols she usually takes out. her adorable rainboots slosh quietly as she ducks underneath the bus stop, eyes flicking disinterestedly over to the schedule to check how long she'll be waiting for her ride home.

and then she notices Norah. the other girl looks incredibly miserably and rather lacking in fondness for the downpour, so of course Hikari can't resist making her day just a little worse. with practiced nonchalance she sidles up to the bench like any normal fellow passenger would - and then shakes her umbrella out over Norah's head, angled to send the cascades of water into all the places that are probably still dry]

[ageneralmayhem]

[surprise! it's a big huge black and white striped umbrella that suddenly is hovering right over his head being held by a rather intimidating man in a casual suit. said man is smiling just a little in a way that just looks far too practiced to have that much warmth, not that anyone could see his eyes since the black tint to his sunglasses completely hides them from the rest of the world. he also has the aged face and rather silvery-white hair of someone well past their fifties.]

A young man like you should preserve your health.

Tzekel-Kan | Road To El Dorado

[godsdontbleed]

[or Salvador Capello, pacifist atheist chemist extraordinaire, as he's known in his reincarnated life in Locke City.

either way, he'd been heading back from the grocery store with an armful of paper bags when the heavens had opened on his unsuspecting head. it was a mild inconvenience at best - until he looked out at the rainstorm after stepping underneath a store awning to see that what was falling from the sky was decidedly not water.

his eyes crinkle in a combination of disbelief and confusion, but before he can really process what he's seeing he catches sight of his own reflection in the store window from his peripherals. the bags slip from Salvador's hands as he stares numbly at the tattoos slowly spreading across his face]

Ah-!

Re: Yukari Marii | Qualia the Purple

[gogoghostpowers]

[Danny had been running down the street at top speed, hunched over with his arms over his head for protection. It wasn't working though, because he was soaked head to toe, and he still had another three blocks to go.

He was prepared to just continue his miserable trek, but he spots a girl calling out to him at a bus stop nearby and sprints to it.]

Ugh, thanks.

[He tries to shake some of the water off his arms and then swipes his wet hair--currently plastered to his forehead--to the side.]

I wish I'd grabbed my umbrella before I left the house, but...I was kind of in a rush.

[philosophicalzombie]

You have to be careful this time of year! You never know when it's going to start raining.

...I don't have an umbrella either, though.

[gogoghostpowers]

Heh, yeah...I guess I just forget to check if it's going to rain. And then this happens. [He gestures down at himself.

He grabs the bottom of shirt and twists it, wringing out the water. When she speaks again, Danny lifts his head to look up at her.]

You don't? So...were you already waiting here when the rain started?

[hopeungovernable]

[ Safely tucked under an umbrella, Leola is visibly avoiding the little blank things. She doesn't know what they are precisely but it seemed prudent enough to avoid the weird things. Whatever was going on here, she couldn't just keep walking past.

She kneels to try to coax the cat closer without letting those things touch her]

Cat got your hotdogs? Never met a cat named Stampede.

[hopeungovernable]

[And tucked into the other side of the bus stop is Leola, umbrella tucked under her arm and more than sympathetic. She digs in her purse to find a napkin, aware that it's not much but all she has on hand]

You have to check all day sometimes. The storm just popped up on us all of a sudden. [She laughs and holds out the napkin] Sometime I think this city has its own weather patterns.

mari illustrious makinami | rebuild of evangelion —

[unarm]

[ — let loose into this world as one Marie Makinami-Young, is decidedly Not Dressed for this weather, but all was fair in love and war and the right to wear some really sweet kicks while traipsing around on the corpses of your enemies, and she's putting them to good use doing just that. She leaps about in the rain like a freak, wielding a rather soggy-looking math textbook as a bludgeon against any vermy-things unlucky enough to fall from the sky within her range. ]

Hiiiiiii-YA! [ BLAM, no more fuzzball. ] And that's for making my vision go all screwy, fluffy little bastard!

Kazuma Kenzaki | Kamen Rider Blade

[spadeace]

[HIS NAME IS NOW KEN KAZUAKI.

There was a heavy downpour, with thunder and lightning accompanying it. Ken was just heading to his favorite restaurant after a long, boring day at the office. However, he never expected such a downpour to happen. He didn't even bother to bring an umbrella along while going out. So unfortunately to Ken, he comes in soaking wet, with his hair covering a part of his face.]

Damn, what a day.

[There's a definite tone of frustration coming from his voice. All he wanted was to sit back, and get himself warmed up from this place's food. And maybe a towel as well. He's still wet.]

[chalicejoker]

Hey.

[The greeting's automatic, but Hajime looks up from the counter he's busy wiping down at hearing his friend's frustration. He's got another towel he hasn't used yet, and he tosses it to Ken.]

They've been calling for rain for days. What did you expect?

[spadeace]

[He'll give Hajime a nod of thanks once he catches that towel. Ken drapes it around his head as he dries up his hair and sighs as Hajime finishes.]

If only today were a lot more interesting. The weather only made it worse.

[And he'll slump onto his seat near the counter. Have you ever seen your best friend in a rather terrible mood? Well you're definitely seeing him doing that today. Quick, cheer him up with something.]

[chalicejoker]

[Hajime's wondering what's got Ken in such a foul mood, but of course he can't just go out and ask that. He sets Ken's usual drink on the counter.]

We're still on for tonight?

[They had a plan, in which they would attempt to go out to a club and meet girls with some of Ken's coworkers.]

[twobitpriest]

[He just sort of blinks at that. As far as he knew, he didn't have a cat, but it would be better if he acted like he did. It would be weird to try to explain why he was yelling about some person that wore red and tend to level towns in the middle of a desert.

so have a rather rain soaked man wearing an apron laugh it all off.]

Yeah, as you can see, the cat just stampede's all over in the name of a good meal.

[spadeace]

[For tonight? Wait wait wait wait WAAAIT. Give Ken a sec before he wracks his brai-- Oh right, they have plans for tonight. He almost forgot about that. He'll put up a small smile, which is then followed by a chuckle.]

Heh, of course.

[He'll finish his drink before putting up a grin. At least that will get him excited for tonight. Looks like Hajime did a good job at lifting his spirits.]

[buffing]

[Kevin knows all about practiced smiles, and he flashes one right back: A carefully calculated to be grateful as he scooted closer to the stranger, hands still wrapped around the warm coffee and pulling it close out of the rain. Not that Kevin didn't feel grateful; He was. But his whole life, on camera and in public, had been lived with a certain disconnect between his thoughts and expressions. Growing up like he did, it was hard to turn off the "acting" switch.]

Thanks, dude. These days it seems like all I've got left anymore.

[ageneralmayhem]

[if he actually knows who he is talking to, he doesn't act like it. instead he just nods and continues to hold the umbrella, occasionally glancing at his watch.]

Most days, it is all we have left.