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

[freeasabook]

[because I have this NEED to play pigeons, you don't even know. Fujishiro Nageki's an uplifted pigeon who died and haunted a school library. If I took him to the game - I probably won't - he'd start as a bird.]

[so there's a mourning dove in the park. Normal enough... only, it appears to be reading the discarded newspaper it's standing on. Or just focusing on it weirdly... oh, no, wait, there's a flurry of activity as it tries to turn a page rather larger than it.]

[doalim]

[Emmanuel is out for a walk. To clear his head, mostly--too many strange things have been happening lately, and he's done enough praying already. It doesn't seem to help. The vision he'd had--he'd thought it was a sign, finally, that his determination to keep his faith even when it wavered had finally been rewarded.

[then he'd found the network. And read it all, seen the horrifying footage of that boy being shot. He remembered reading the obituary in the paper, a house fire. There was no way that video could have been faked.]

[He's not even sure if this is supposed to be a test. It's sick, and twisted--and he'd left behind his father's obsession with Calvinistic theology as quickly as he could, for the same reasons.]

[so he doesn't notice the bird at first. There are plenty around, though they tend to be begging for food and being generally obnoxious. He doesn't mind them, though--sometimes he brings bread and lends it to the children playing in the park so they can feed the birds, too.]

[this one is a little different. It seems like it's playing with the newspaper...more catlike behaviour than birdlike. Nothing he can't rationalize yet, though he does stop to watch curiously.]

[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.]

[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.

[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!]