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]

[She holds onto his hand and looks around, as if trying to decide] Me? What I want...

[Having seen him with his nail in his mouth earlier she mimics him, though her nails are too short so it's just the tip of her thumb. The knife is brought close to her face as a result, the flat side pressing against her cheek as she thinks]

...Park? There are slides. Went to the park once when it was raining and the tube was dry to sit in.

But I want to play on the slides... [She peeks shyly at him again, flustered and uncertain] Alright?

Is this an acceptable thing to do?

[thepiisatruth]

Heh. Come again?

[Neither surprised nor fazed. In any apparent way, at least.]

i love sho ;_; used to play him; then i dropped my math minor and braining him became much harder :\

[reapsthewind]

The eyes.

[She lowers her own aviator shades. Check THOSE red peepers out. they GLOW]

Anybody notices those are real, might start asking awkward questions. You DO know they murdered a kid 'cause of this stuff, right?

... even if okay they're rad as hell, but the point is...

*SCREAMS PI* ...And 'lo to you, too, Shirosaki!

[thepiisatruth]

[Shawn has developed a special sense for knowing for certain when Pop doesn't quite have any attention to fall on him. He's probably in the kitchen now, right in the middle of another preparation and in the usual kitchen sort of noise. On that judgment, he takes off the figurative safety and edges out of the corner.]

Man, would you look at THAT heap?

[By now he really would have seen evidence of the appetites of some of the people who swing by here, but there is a special tickling incongruity on seeing this pale dude with his wide had and glasses going oh so wildly at an enormous bowl of tonkotsu ramen garnished with the contents of the entirety of an Asian grocery.]

Hey, you!

What percentage of your weight in food do you gotta eat in a day?

I went through something similar with him, but good god is he fun to play whenever it works!

[thepiisatruth]

[He sure is checking out said glowing red peepers.]

No shit, they are, and yours ain't too lame, themselves! 'S exactly why I ain't hiding them!

That's a negative - no one told me 'bout any murders. What, are badass eyes the ticket into the Super Secret Club or some garbage now?

beach

[toliveon]

[Suzaku had been going to the beach frequently.

That was one of the fact that he noticed as he stared at the horizon sort of blankly, not really caring about the people milling about the landscape as his eyes continued staring at the vast and open sea.

It's as if he felt that he's just a speck compared to the vastness of the ocean really, and maybe that's why he just kept staring-

...?

Well, at least, he was staring at the horizon before he noticed a guy just drawing a symbol on the ground.]

...That's a good drawing.

[And the words just came to his in that way.]

[visionarykitten]

[ ... all right, she's winning him over. For an ehhif, she's pretty cute, and apologizing for knocking over the trash cans is very polite. Alley cat or not, he does value politeness.

So he steps a little closer, sniffing at her curiously, asking,]

Why not?

[That comes out entirely understandable. Probably because he kept it short.]

these two need to be friends because of Reasons

[corpseking]

[Indeed, the chef is in the back, and Shiro is slurping his everything-but-the-kitchen-sink ramen with gusto. If you don't get noodle broth all over your face, you're not doing it right. It's why they make napkins.

Then someone addresses him and he looks up over his glasses, blinking those naturally weird eyes of his and taking in... well, a guy with equally weird eyes. Were those contacts? Surely they must be! He slurps up the noodles that were caught on his chopsticks halfway between his belly and the bowl, then sets them across the bowl]

Ha! You know, lots. Especially lately. I can't seem to ever satisfy myself for long. [he laughs] But I'm not gainin' any weight either, so it doesn't matter, right?

[nishikikouji_tohri]

[A tall, rangy woman in very elaborate garb takes a break from scribbling blueprints in a pad to size him up. She likes what she sees.]

Well. Hello.

[nishikikouji_tohri]

[Nishikikouji Tohri is a beautiful golden pheasant, constantly busy developing advanced weapons/being editor-in-chief of a Shounen Jump type weekly thing/heading the Crow Party. Also probably the most two-dimensional character in the game, brilliant but shallow and petty and vainglorious and easily manipulated into helping the good guys. The nicest thing about him is that he's very loyal to his employees and artists.

If I took Tohri to STE he'd be a glamorous woman who still developed advanced weapons, though within the usual range of what's possible. Think Tony Stark pre-Iron Man but flamboyant and defiant about being a woman in this kind of industry - hated on for having authority, sexualized by everyone, expected to try and look masculine. Brilliant, vain, in vigorous contempt of whatever people think about her, kind of cold.]

sorry for the delay! uwu/

[wombed]

Mommy locked the door. [Jack shrugs and hugs her knees, watching him curiously]

Can't go back until she unlocks it again. So I'm here. I was just looking for food, but it's hard.

[sinningsaint]

[Character Info: App is here. It's VERY LONG, be warned.

Short(ish) version: In canon, he's Joshua Christopher, an "Apostle" with holy healing powers and pretty angel wings that pop up and disappear at will. However, his powers made him very sick, so when given the chance to take a literal deal with the devil to get a pair of demon horns that would make him powerful enough to surpass his illness, he jumped at the chance. But they made him insane. Oooooops! A bit childish, clingy, obsessive and impulsive, but still a kind, generous person that cares about other people underneath it all. After his sister saves him, his guilt drives him to become a member of a demon-fighting clergy for the rest of his life.

Reincarnated, he's Joshua Christopher Simmons, sometimes called "J.C." for short. (I haven't decided yet if he consistently goes by J.C. or if that's a family nickname that he's outgrown and instead has chosen to go by Joshua. You can use whichever you like.) His father was a chaplain in the US Army, so he grew up moving a ton (including a few foreign countries). His mother homeschooled him for some of the time when he was a kid. However, his father has recently retired and since Fall 2012 he's reentered public school as a freshman in Locke High since his mother has rejoined the workforce to help pay the family bills.

He's awkward, geeky, prone to escapism through books and gaming and other forms of media to help soothe his teenaged angst, and has a bit of a reputation as "the pastor's kid" and is occasionally a little overbearing about his religious beliefs, although he seems to mean well.]

Prompt 1: The Pool; Suddenly, Rain
[Joshua groans from his spot at a picnic table underneath the awning, glaring at the rain as it pours down from the sky. The weatherman SAID it was going to be sunny all day! A perfect day for the pool, they said! Enjoy your Memorial Day Weekend, they said!

He pulls a towel closer around his shoulders, sullenly chews on a Laffy Taffy and glances at his cellphone. 10 minutes. He'll give it 10--no, 15, 15 minutes to clear up, and if the rain doesn't stop by then he'll get dressed and head home. Maybe he could check in to see what his guild on Astro Online were up to.]

Prompt 2: At Home; Getting Used to a New Echo
[The location: on the Network. Joshua's taken to it like a duck to water. After all, he's always been a little bit more comfortable expressing himself online than in person.

He's hooking into it through his webcam, and clears his throat when he realizes it's started.]

Um...hi. [waves!] I was wondering...does anyone have any, um...say...small injuries, or a little fever, or something? I think I might have gotten the ability to heal people. I'd like to be able to test it out a little. But I'm still not good at it, so nothing life-threatening, okay? I'm no doctor or anything.

Oh, also. I need some help with something. [He takes a deep breath, and holds up his hands. They glow with a soft, golden energy, and as they do, angelic wings sprout up from behind his back. After a moment, he stops the glowing from his hands...but the wings stay.]

Does anyone know how to turn these off? [He jerks a thumb back to point at the wings.] This happens whenever I use my powers. They go away eventually but they're a pain in the a--ahhh, butt, to hide or just to move around with. And I definitely can't use my powers in public if this keeps happening. The glowing is conspicuous enough.

Prompt 3: IDK do whatever you want to do!
[And I'll go along with it! \o/]

[sinningsaint]

[Joshua had just finished paying at the self checkout lane--his Mom had asked him to pick up a few things at the store on the way home from school--when he just barely manages to dodge some glass bursting out of the monitors of the registers. He follows his first instincts and books it out of the store as soon as it happens, clinging onto his bag of groceries.

He's so shocked, he COMPLETELY forgets to avoid swearing.]

Holy SHIT! [He looks over and sees another customer that's come out of the store and stares at him wide-eyed.] Did you see that?! Are you okay?

no worries! I delayed plenty on my own tag XD

[visionarykitten]

Locked it?

[Arhu sniffs, somewhere between derisive and confused. The Speech translates "mother" for him, but it doesn't make sense that a mother would do that sort of thing.]

Your dam locked it? Why?

[doalim]

[it's just a coincidence. For a man of faith, you'd think he'd be less likely to attempt to rationalize things, but...dogs respond to people talking to them, why not birds? It's not like it can understand his words, after all.]

[still, he's a little shocked by the sudden movement, and falls silent for a moment. He sits back, draping an arm along the top of the bench, laughing quietly.]

I don't have any food today, sorry to say.

[doalim]

[out in the daylight, Emmanuel is checking himself briefly to make sure nothing is clinging to his clothes--there are a few larger shards in the folds of his jacket, and he lets them drop carefully to the ground. The boy startles him slightly, and he doesn't reply right away, vaguely noting how fast his heart is beating.]

Ah, yes, I--think I'm fine, it was just very sudden. Thank you. [the last bit he adds after a slight pause, awkwardly. This young man looks slightly familiar--or maybe he's just imagining it. His mouth feels dry.]

You should make sure--nothing got in your food.

[There's a man in a dingy gas station behind the counter, early thirties, looking haggard and exhausted. He's rifling through the cash register holding a bag of groceries--definitely not an employee. As he starts stashing the money away, the old television nearby flickers on, static jumping across the screen. He starts, reaching over to turn it off--

CAN YOU HEAR MY WORDS

The radio nearby leaps to life, spraying white noise.

YOU HAVE BEEN SAVED. YOU HAVE BEEN CHOSEN.

The man grabs a container of salt from a shelf and starts pouring it along the nearest windowsill, wincing in pain. He puts a hand to his head. After a moment he collapses to the floor, clutching it with both hands. The windows shatter.]

[Emmanuel realizes he's been standing there, dumbstruck, for a good thirty seconds. He shakes his head sightly, feeling embarrassed--and even more uneasy than before. That voice had been powerful, commanding--and he's sure it came from himself.]

[freeasabook]

[There's a motion of the dove's little dove head that seems to suggest rolling eyes, and it turns away. This time it grasps the edge of the paper in its feet and flaps vigorously, drawing the sheet of newspaper up underneath it. It then lands back down with a crunch, walks over the turned-over page and flattens it, then studies the editorial, head jerking a little.]

[doalim]

[that's...well, that's edging away from "reasonable coincidence" and closer to "kind of unsettling". Yes, Emmanuel. Keep talking to the bird. Maybe it can actually hear you. Stranger things have happened. (And it's true.)]

[hadn't someone left a message on the network saying something about feathers? Was it so far-fetched, after all this, that he'd suddenly gained the ability to talk to birds or something?]

[yeah, he's definitely going nuts.]

Anything interesting?

[freeasabook]

[The dove's head jerks around and it studies Emmanuel for a moment. It then extends its head, inflates its throat, and calls something like the standard mourning dove call, but... annoyed?]

Cooo-OOOOh. Oooh. Ooooh.

[yeah someone can't speak yet. Keep bugging it, maybe that'll change!]

[entheogen]

[A teenaged girl goes from cringing and covering her head to standing bolt upright, staring at him with wide feverish eyes. By nature Yoshiko is quiet and shy - the visions containing the thoughts of the Crimson Angel, the rising excitability, the... talent, are counter to her nature, she's been trying to pretend nothing has happened.]

[But glassbreaking is the Angel's thing, and as her heart pounds her world swims and settles back into place with a significant change. A new urgency bears down on Yoshi, and so she pushes past people to reach Emmanuel, steels herself, and seizes his wrist.]

You! Sorry but, you are the messenger of the Thunderous Voice of Doom! [She blinks repeatedly, not sure herself where that came from, but tugs.] You have to get out of here. Something- something will - Come on!

[entertainaplanb]

[Actually, home is exactly where Becky wants to be in this weather, after the way the school day went. There was one of those weird... vertigo things, but no memories this time; she'd almost dismissed it as nothing when she got home and found it. And then she wrote her network number on her bathroom mirror. We hope you can forgive the London Tube shower curtain.]

So, um. Someone brought a Tesla coil into assembly today to show the students. And it set off one of those... vertigo things, and then - well, has anyone seen one of these things before?

[She holds up what could easily pass for a ray gun in a '50s sci-fi movie.]

Very steampunk, I have to say, but I haven't figured out what the hell to do with it yet. I mean, it looks like it has some kind of... charge port, maybe? So I'm guessing it's not just a costume prop? But. I don't know. Found it when I came home.

I'm just glad it didn't show up in my classroom. I don't think I would've been prepared to explain that one. [Really, the fact that she can't seem to leave home without a pair of purple gloves in her purse anymore is bad enough.]

anddd gonna be trying out the new journal!

[caosgo]

[the sudden movement catches his eye, but he doesn't think anything of it at first--everyone around him is panicking, after all. But when it's clear the girl is moving towards him, his shoulders tense. No, she's just a child. So he certainly doesn't expect her to grab his arm. He stares for a moment, possibly shocked more by her words than what just happened.]

How do you know it was--

[panic flutters in his stomach, then settles a little. Is she one of them? Well, it definitely can't hurt to get scarce, either way. He stumbles slightly, then follows her, his rationality not quite caught up to the rest of his mind yet.]

[the whine of police sirens turns his stomach over in a way they never did before. He reminds himself there's nothing suspicious about a civilian wanting to leave a dangerous area, but it doesn't prevent a cold sweat breaking out on the back of his neck. He waits until they've made it a block or two before stopping, unable to stave off his curiosity any longer.]

Who are you? [he swallows, then ventures:]

A prophet?

[entheogen]

[She lets go when she knows he's following and just goes. She wants to run she wants to but somehow Yoshi keeps to a quick walk, never faster for more than a step or two.]

[And then he stops, and she turns and looks up at him, eyes still wide but not so fervent.]

I am - I... I am... I. I'm.

[oh god she just grabbed a guy out of the supermarket and ran off with him, didn't she. Why would she do that? Why had that made sense? But she can see it now, or feel it, something of the twisting shapes behind the surface forms, what people are beneath what they look like, and it makes her want to manifest. Or run. He might be here to kill her, after all the Crimson Angel was a traitor.]

...I'm a high school student. That's- that's all. Sorry.

[caosgo]

[she's clearly shaken, and he feels instantly guilty for assuming the worst. Emmanuel holds up his hands in a pacifying gesture.]

It's all right. You're not...you're not hurt, are you? That was...

[it was me. I did it. And the memory that had come with the shattering glass had been even more unsettling.]

Why did you call me that...?

[entheogen]

Fine. Glass can't - [hurt her when it's breaking] I'm fine.

[She takes a step back, still staring. If he does go for her, if she has a moment to manifest maybe she can make it.]

...it's written all over. I can't read all the letters, but it's in the shapes, the images. You... you suspect, don't you? Something you don't want to believe, it's blasphemy, but it makes sense and nothing else does, anymore-

[Yoshi knows she's babbling again, and makes herself stop. Is she talking about him? Or herself?]