saveyourbrain | [test] THIS WEATHER IS RIDICULOUS

["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!

[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.]

Edited 2013-07-12 03:45 (UTC)

[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!

[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.]

[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.

[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!

[ 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!

[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.]

[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-!

[ — 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!

[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.]

[UGH. The deathsun is out in full force today and the humidity is enough to choke a horse. It's the kind of day where only the craziest of people are out in the heat instead of inside in a nice air conditioned building if they had the choice.]

[Crazy people like this guy here, who fans of cheesy action might recognize as Son Goku, former star of obscure kung fu movies and current owner and operator of a local martial arts school in town. Who's right now in the park, under the blazing sun, and doing two-finger pushups. Why? BECAUSE EXTREME CONDITIONS ARE GOOD FOR TRAINING, THAT'S WHY.]

One hundred and one... one hundred and two... one hundred and three....

[ Tara Solomin was having a Bad Day™. First, somebody completely trashed the library's only copy of River and Wind, which was an absolute CLASSIC. They returned it overnight in the dropoff box, so Tara didn't even have the chance to rightly chew them out over it. Not that, you know, she was actually allowed to do that - librarian assistants were generally told not to be confrontational, but.... but that poor book! And think of all the people who'd never be able to read it now!

She'd considered buying a replacement herself and donating it to the library - certainly not the first time she'd done it - but she had evening classes to attend after work if she ever wanted her degree in Library Sciences. Unfortunately, she also had a test she needed to study for, which was why she had shoved a multitude of practice tests and supplementary reading in with her textbook, hoping to get some studying in while waiting at the bus stop.

Except it was raining.

She was wearing a hoodie, so at least she wasn't getting too wet herself, but she couldn't exactly pull out a book while rain was coming down, now could she?

Sigh.

At least with her hood up, nobody would pause to stare at her purple hair. Unless they actually stopped to look at her. But nobody would do that, right? It wasn't like she dyed it, okay? ]

[You're not likely to see this mare in StE - not from me, anyway!

But if you'd like to bounce off a reborn princess of the night, meet Diane Mover. Young human lady. Student at LCU. Aspiring film writer and director, and a known passionate fan of eccentric fantasy, especially "creepy" fantasy. Writer of a few concept-driven short stories published online (unpaid) under Diane Moor - you probably wouldn't have found them; the publishing sites are those tiny ones that send calls on Craigslist.

You might run into her well if showily-dressed and looking like she's on a mission, coming out of the summer movies (more for fun than for study), picking up an espresso and a snack, or hanging around the college hard at work on something or other in a book with a nice cover. It looks like it could either be a fancy journal or sketchbook or an ordinary book. Either she's getting her juices going for when she goes home to her computer or inspiring herself. There's a scriptwriting contest going on this month, did you know? She hasn't even really gotten started - it's got to be something really grand!]

[ Is it bad form to toss somebody up on here when somebody else has them reserved?

Well, here's Ymir Jotunsen. A tallish girl of 19 and private (E-1) in the army stationed at Fort Turner. Some people joined the army to fight the good fight - Ymir joined for the pay, benefits, and guarantee of work. She was in the mechanics division, primarily working on repairing and maintaining the variety of vehicles used on base and by base personnel.

Today, though, today she was off. But fixing things, making things, that was what she did. And so she was scavenging for auto parts at a nearby junk yard when the rain hit. It came out of nowhere, and Ymir had to run to the closest shelter - a bus stop - to try and keep as dry as possible.

She roughly takes a seat on the bench in the shelter of the bus stop, rudely ignoring whoever might already be there, and places a box of miscellaneous parts by her feet. She runs a hand through her hair - kept short, as most military keep it - and wishes that she had a towel to dry it out.

Well, whatever. Shouldn't be too long for a bus. With any luck, it'd be one she needed to take. If not, she'd just sit until the rain stopped. Not worth walking back in this kind of weather. ]

[ It's a hot, muggy summer day, and almost assuredly not weather most people want to be out in. The kind of day that makes you think you might just melt into the pavement.

For the purposes of today, and this moment, Aria Megido does not count as "most people". Well, she might not mind it being a few degrees cooler, but that hasn't stopped her from being out and about. She's specifically geocaching. This involves consulting her portable gps frequently as she walks around, looking more or less occupied with what she's doing but also probably lingering in certain places as she gets closer to THE CACHE. Aria's a familiar-ish face around Locke; while she wasn't born there, she (mostly) grew up there, and lives in Little Tokyo with her sister. Her grandmother owns an antique shop there.

That's the basics. The specifics might go a little more like this:

a) Run across Aradia as she's caching, either because she looks pretty darn suspicious wandering around looking at her gps or because she looks pretty darn lost.

b) Guess what, you're a friend or family member or random acquaintance! And somehow you got dragged into this today. Isn't the weather perfect for it? Enjoy Aria's undeterred cheeriness in the face of deplorable weather. Feel free to assume you know her for this.

c) You're doing something else entirely, or maybe geocaching yourself (SUDDEN RIVALRY). Who knows! Choose your own adventure!

If you need more information, the app in progress is here. ]

[ the rain's made everything slick, and normally that wouldn't be an issue, if it weren't for the fact the rain came out of nowhere, unannounced. she's not dressed for it. or, at the least, she'd have brought an umbrella. wore a different pair of shoes.

as it stands, her bad luck seems to have persisted as she hobbles over to the side of a building to press a hand to it, taking refuge from the sudden downpour under a deceptively cheerful awning. she lifts her foot up, inspecting the damage. she'd felt the heel give a little when she stepped out of work, the entry of the Locke City Library already running with water by the time she'd clocked out. reilanin had only gotten a block or two away before another slip had her one heel short and the other ankle sore, just barely catching herself before she faceplanted.

not usually easily flustered, the combination of a broken shoe and a drenched everything else is the perfect recipe for angry mutterings as she finishes up checking the bottom of her shoe and considering her options. maybe she should just give up and get a taxi. she hated to waste the money but she almost didn't care now. ]

[ there is no reason that it being absurdly hot and humid should preclude a person from doing valuable service to the community!! which is why Noel can be found helping spruce up the local park by helping to plant flowers and trees.

objectively speaking, he looks like a mess: his hair (brunet, not green) is sticking to his forehead and his clothes are smeared with dirt. he's kind of nasty right now, but for some reason he's still smiling, just as cheerful as can be.

university students may recognize him as that Super Weird math professor who goes off on rants about how beautiful nature is. (there's a rumor he once actually cried a little. nobody knows if it's true or not.) the rest of his app-in-progress can be find here.

also, have some options!!

1. Noel had come up to you, tapped you on the shoulder, and asked if you could kindly hold this hose for him as he went and grabbed something... then walked off before you could say yes or no. that was ten minutes ago. where the heck is he?!

2. if you are a fellow volunteer, he is probably espousing to you about how wonderful and amazing trees are.

3. anything else!! ]

Edited 2013-07-19 18:48 (UTC)

[ madeline has always prided herself on finding the silver linings in life. sometimes, bad things happen - she's not so foolish as to think otherwise! but she's always felt that it's important to keep moving forward, and so the young woman sitting at the bus stop is enduring the rain and wind with a small smile on her face. things could be a lot worse, all things considered! she's got an umbrella, and there's a roof over her head - she doesn't have to wait for the bus in this rain.

and then a gust of wind picks up all six and a half feet of her gorgeous brown hair and flings it into the face of the person sitting next to her. ]

Ah- I'm so sorry! I didn't-

[ she's just going to try and gather her hair back into her own personal space, stammering apologies as she does so. it's a largely futile endeavor - there is simply too much hair to even deal with.

yeah, this new hair of hers is going to take a while to get used to. ]

Edited 2013-07-20 20:25 (UTC)

[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.

( 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. ]

[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)

[ 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.

[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)

Tash Arranda | Star Wars Expanded Universe

Raimi | Geist

The War Mage | Orcs Must Die

Nepeta Leijon | Homestuck

Maria Renard | Castlevania

Yukari Marii | Qualia the Purple

Nicholas D Wolfwood | Trigun

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

Tzekel-Kan | Road To El Dorado

mari illustrious makinami | rebuild of evangelion —

Kazuma Kenzaki | Kamen Rider Blade

I haven't thought up an AU name. Gimme a break GAWD

Twilight Sparkle | My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

Princess Luna | My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

Ymir | Attack on Titan

Aradia Megido | Homestuck

Reilanin Hargrave | OC

n | pokémon

Madoka Kaname | Puella Magi Madoka Magica

Arthas Menethil (The Lich King) || Warcraft