TEST DRIVE MEME: Good weather?

[theearth]

IT'S SPRING
I almost literally can't believe it isn't snowing right now just to piss me off.

How it Works
Due to the nature of Save the Earth, it's a more complicated process to play in than most other games. With this in mind, it can't hurt to experiment a little.

Post your character and in the comment share a few details regarding their reincarnation. Repeat if you have multiple ideas you want to try out, as many as you like. It's also suggested that you set a scene and there's a few prompts below to help there, but think outside the box if you like. Then tag around to other threads and help your fellow prospective players to test out their characters and the variations on them. Don't be afraid to presume a little CR to make a scene flow more freely, or to assume an Echo or two. If you have an app, complete or in progress, you might want to link it.

Current players may also use these meme to test out specific future Echoes, or as a general meme. Certain scenarios may even be transferred to game canon if both parties agree and it does not conflict with in game events.

Prompt 1: Location

The Park
The sun has got his hat on, hip hip hip whatever go to the park.
Ice Cream Parlour
Don't lie, this is the first place you want to go the moment the sun even half appears.
The Pool
That, or here.
At Home
Because naturally when it's a nice day you want to cower inside.
Barbecue Party
Abandoning all paranoia, everyone has turned up at a barbecue. It's the wildest party imaginable.
Beach
Apparently Locke City has one. I bet it's nice.
Country Hike
All that nature out there can be visited too.
The Street
Oh man, this is the worst location prompt ever. I apologise.

Prompt 2: Event
Suddenly, Rain
And here's you in just a white shirt and short shorts.
A Public Echo
One of those places up there triggers an inexplicable Echo. Are you going to have to grab a hat to hide those new horns? Maybe it's even your first.
A Date
I hear nice weather gets people in the mood for romance. I'm against it, personally.
Here on Business
Mysterious goings on have been detected in the area and it's your job to check them out. Some suggested shenanigans could include plants that try to eat people, a red herring new statue or maybe this thing popping out from behind a bush to play a saxophone in an irritating manner. Go nuts.
Getting Used to a New Echo
Maybe this one is a pain in the butt, either if because it's noticeable or hard to control. Or maybe you just like to practice.
Everything is Normal
Things aren't bizarre 24/7, you know.
Alien Invasion
The Martians* are attacking! They want our brains/world/women/hot dogs. Take these freaks out... or cower in terror.

*Martians are not actual Save the Earth villains.

Comments

[wombed]

[The scars make her step forward, curious and intensely interested] Scars... Hurt? Do they hurt? [She reaches out as if about to start poking them, then quickly retreats again, thinking better of it.

She looks down at the knife and her slightly warped reflection in the blade.]

...Until Mother unlocks the door again. Okay. [She holds out her hand in a grabbing motion so she can take his hand]

[misgives]

Most of them don't hurt anymore.

[ Sometimes they still feel like they're burning, though. Just sometimes. He doesn't really mind the feeling anymore. When she retreats, he lets his shirt back down, then stares at her as she goes on to hold out her hand.

He looks down at his own hand, wondering what he should do.

...

But this is what you're supposed to do with a little kid, right? Hold her hand. So that they don't get lost and hurt in the big cold world. So he reaches out and... gently closes his hand around hers.

...

It's small and soft and he doesn't really know what to do with it except try not to hold it too hard. ]

...

What do you wanna do?

Castiel | Supernatural

[doalim]

[Once Castiel, Angel of Thursday and Warrior of God, now Emmanuel Hall, divorcé and pastor of St. John's, a small parish downtown.]

[and he's in a bit of a delicate situation.]

[he was just grocery shopping, like any ordinary person. Of course, since the last big disruption, he'd been hearing a strange ringing sound in his ears. Nothing else odd had happened, no new objects showing up, or flashes of memories. But trying to ignore it and go about his business, of course, has proven difficult. He put out his best effort until, unfortunately, a young child enthusiastically pushing a shopping cart had run over his foot.]

[of course, he'd yelped in pain.]

[and everything made of glass in the building shattered.]

[no one else has attributed it to him--why would they? Save maybe the child who quickly gets scooped up by their mother, away from the glass shards littering the tile floor. The lights are all blown out, but luckily it's only mid-afternoon.]

[after a moment of stunned silence, he abandons his own cart and moves toward the exit, along with whoever else has stopped screaming or standing around in shock. Ordinarily he'd offer the employees a hand cleaning up, but he'd rather not linger in case the police show up, looking for one of them. He does feel guilty about it, at least.]


[ooc: feel free to assume previous CR/pick a totally different scenario, in-progress app is here.]

[sunhunter]

Still in school, are you?

[Reina isn't sure she likes how many kids seem to be in on this. She's fast approaching thirty, and has been a cop for years now, so she at least feels like she's halfway prepped for weird shit involving a potential invasion. But kids...?]

[visionarykitten]

Sure.

[He flirts his tail aside, in the direction of the trash cans she just knocked over. Alley cat, and all. That's all he "says" about his own home, at least that's understandable.]

Haai'arraoudh. Do you?

[visionarykitten]

He has no idea if chocolate makes cats sick. He's never had it before. His last offering here had been vanilla ice cream, and strawberry once. That had been surprisingly tasty.

"Prrrrrup?" he says. "Just hungry!"

Oh wait, that part came out understandable. Whoops.

[freeasabook]

[The dove tries kicking at the edge with its little dove feet, but that doesn't seem to work. It struts up and down the edge, head bobbing, making agitated-sounding noises, then bends to pick up the corner in its beak and tries folding it along. The crackling sound of the bending paper startles it; it sort of wing-hops backwards a bit, then tries again.]

[doalim]

[The dove's antics are somewhat endearing, but also a little troubling. Who knew a newspaper could get a bird so agitated? Emmanuel digs in his pocket, but comes up with nothing but spare change.]

[He looks around; this area of the park is fairly empty, the nearest people a pair playing a game of frisbee several hundred yards away. He takes a seat on a nearby bench instead, watching the bird curiously.]

You won't find the real truth in there. [he says it aloud, absently, on a whim. Just how much are the police covering up?]

[freeasabook]

[It's not that the mourning dove didn't see him - like all pigeons it's got 300 degree vision - it's just that it knows it could get away, and a human without food is just less interesting than the paper.

Until the human speaks. Then it straightens up and freezes, looking at him out of one eye.]

[as_reckless_as_ever]

[That's... a very good question.]

Um...

Just... hanging out?

[regwaine]

[ Gwaine in his past life was a Knight of Camelot. Cheerful and flippant, problems with authority and a bit of a vendetta against nobles, not always the sharpest crayon in the box, and rather prone to drinking. And to taking a sword-first, ask-later approach to most big issues in life. But ultimately kind-hearted and friendly, and as reliable a friend as one could ever hope for.

Gavin Lloyd, current resident man of construction, is a bit less mature than Gwaine got 'round to being, and a lot more reckless with himself on the whole. Might rate it as a 'hot mess' tier of troublemaking. Still loves a pub and a friendly conversation, though. Left home about as early as he could feasibly manage it and hasn't looked back since- hasn't particularly wanted to, actually. Once he made it out of town, suddenly it was all he could do to keep moving for a while. Like looking for something before he could figure it for what it was. Made for a fun few years, anyway. He's come to something of a rolling stop here lately- come on, what's not to stick around for? Seems like something new and strange is happening every week, and that's beautiful. ((idk I am awful at this IF SOMETHING MAKES NOT ENOUGH SENSE YOU CAN KICK ME There is sort of an app in progress here but alsjdf it is basically full of ridiculous outlining dumb stuff. anyway: ))


PARK.

Dude, gotta love the park. Gavin surely does. Sometimes in more of a relax and people-watch capacity, but occasionally (like today) in more a manner that involves shouting "heads up!" and tossing a frisbee at the first person to establish visual contact with him.

Theoretically, it seems like a great way to meet someone new. In practice, it's at least a lot of fun to try.

OBLIGATORY BAR SCENARIO.

Drinking quietly! Or possibly betting on something! Possibly meeting at the urinal? Or could it be there's a huge scrap happening inside and some completely innocent upstanding fella has been thrown out onto the sidewalk? Really, anything goes. Come have nothin' but a good time.

SO A PLANT IS TRYING TO EAT US WHILE SOMETHING PLAYS UNFITTING SAXOPHONE MUSIC?

As listed in potential Here On Business promptings. Jesus, but he never took to gardening or band music. Is it kosher to be tearing leaves off of this thing, or is that some sort of groin-kicking equivalent he's never thought about-? Will that monstrosity ever silence itself?

Man, fuck it, if it's trying to swallow him, he's fighting dirty. If he could just get to his lighter-- ]

How we holding up?

go on pb_updates? they go by tags

[sceptique]

[Mm, delicious ribs.]

It's fine, after eating cold ramen noodles, everything else is tastier in comparison.

ooh! /goes to check it out. Though I think I may just have to draw haha!

[corpseking]

Man, does every person in this town eat like a hobo, or what? You're the third or fourth person I've talked to who hasn't had a decent meal in a while! Oh, wait!

[he has some of the barbecue sauce from that batch left over. He takes the plate back and drizzles some extra over the ribs before handing them back] You might think you'd need napkins, but really, you're gonna lick your fingers clean! Guaranteed!

[corpseking]

[mooch all you want. By now, the dry rub ribs are done and Shiro has another two racks on the grill, ready to go. He's munching on one of them when yet another(!) attractive lady heads his way.

Man. He needs to do this more often.

And flattery will get you everywhere.]

You're damn right it does. Want some? It's free.

[notbloodylikely]

I hope so, otherwise turning up there everyday suddenly becomes extremely suspect, huh?

[As flippant as he seems it's much more an attempt to keep the moment from getting tense. And it's fairly obvious he's not without his own concerns, the way he's halfway glancing over to see if that's going to fly.]

setsuna f. seiei. gundam 00. (soran ibrahim! pirate!AU!)

[bursting]

THE BEACH.



[ With his beloved captain's flagship docked for repairs in port, Soran's not left with terribly much to do in town. The people are boring, the places even more so, and to top it off, he's broke, making his options in the way of merrymaking slim to none.

Therefore, he's currently sitting on the edge of a lawn chair he jacked from some poor kid who went crying off to mommy, munching on a hot dog he... also jacked from said kid (shouldn't have insulted his badass scarf, shorty) and staring off towards the sea, a contemplative look on his face.

In the sand, he idly etches the outline of a strange symbol with the end of a stick. Feel free to come bother him, but he's kind of zoning out at the moment, so you might have to wave or dance or grow three heads or something to get his attention. ]

RAIN, RAIN, GO AWAY.



[ Well, shit. It's raining. Being a desert dweller, primarily, Soran's not a big fan of precipitation of any kind; his experience with potentially dangerous projectiles is limited to sandstorms and the occasional food stand riot. Hugging his loose jacket and baggy trousers to himself, he huddles under the overhang of some fancy restaurant and hopes, prays they don't have the foresight to recognize he ain't payin' anytime soon and that Neil will swing by to pick his soggy ass up. Also preferably soon.

Those looks he's getting from some of the bouncers (what kind of restaraunt has bouncers, seriously) are worrying him, though. Not that he's here to start a fight, but he's staying right where he is, thanks. Safe, if sopping wet and annoyed. ]

PARK BROS also I copied your formatting because it was pretty deal w it

[bursting]

[ ...wow, THANKS DUDE, you totally just conked him in the head with that frisbee thing. Never mind why he was in the park to begin with, guess who's glaring daggers at you now because in practice you really fucking suck at aiming and he's got the bruise to prove it. ]

Watch where you're throwing things.

[ Asshole. ]

[reapsthewind]

[she shakes his hand]

Yeah, PHD candidate at the university. I also teach part-time, and if everything goes well, my rich asshole friend might have a part time job at his company, too.

Basically I don't sleep.

omg

[reapsthewind]

[what the -- those aren't contacts]

Hey, dumbass, you might wanna hide those.

[corpseking]

Yikes, PHD? Well you are now officially way out of my league. [he laughs at his own self deprecating little joke] What's your dissertation thingy on?

OMG SHO.

[corpseking]

[Shiro is pretty damn happy he can get good ramen here. The ramen house owned by that Minamoto guy sold top-notch stuff, almost as good as the stuff he'd had when they went to visit his grandparents in Japan. And yeah, he was a chef-in-training, but who doesn't like someone else to cook for them every once in a while?

So the young albino man with blue-red eyes behind glasses sits at the counter, his wide-brimmed hat on the chair next to him, and a huge bowl of tonkotsu ramen in front of him, covered in shallots and veggies and egg and fish cake. He basically just got everything in the kitchen dumped into the bowl. Maybe some comfort food would help to abate the hunger that just wouldn't seem to go away!]

Ha! itadakimasu, man. [he snaps his chopsticks and GOES TO TOWN YEAH]

[reapsthewind]

This is probably gonna sound like technobabble to you -- and I mean that with respect -- but it's avionics, specifically I'm working on improving collision avoidance AI in dronecraft.

[corpseking]

[he looks over his sunglasses at her with a sort of... glaze in his eyes. That would be a yes, Chris. But then he flips them back over his eyes and thinks about it a little. He knows all those words. He just has to put them together! ] You're working on... keeping those fancy military remote-control planes from running into stuff. Right. Sounds like good stuff to me. I mean, those things cost an arm and a leg, right? Would suck to lose one in a tree like a kid's kite! Ha! ... Ah! [he pokes at the ribs with his big grill fork, then grins] I think we're in business.

deals with it forever

[regwaine]

[ All innocent here, man, don't know what's got this guy in such a tizzy. Which is to say he is smiling like he hasn't a care in the world. He's aware that this is not the most polite thing done when you've just thrown a frisbee into somebody's head, but.

Eh.

You only live once. ]

Yeah, sorry about that. [ Nope. ] Gets so hard to control these things when they're out of your hand, you know?

[wombed]

Oh... [She realizes that knocking the trash cans over disturbed him and she looks flustered and embarrassed] Sorry, sorry. Didn't mean to...

[At the question Jack nodded] Yes! [Then she hesitates] ...No? Don't know. Not for a bit.