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TEST DRIVE MEME 001

⚰︎ ⍢ ⌲ ⍚ TEST DRIVE MEME:
CONTENT WARNINGS for this game include: monsters, body horror, dub-con, non-con, religion, blood/violence, and marking/branding, loss of autonomy/self, and mental influences.

This log additionally has warnings for: nudity, spiders, waxplay, character death, and references to children in proximity to sexual situations.


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Welcome to RUBILYKSKOYE — a dark, horror-smut game where player choices will drive a mod-run storyline about the world and its NPCs. For the first round, this test drive serves as characters' arrival into game.

THESE THREADS CAN BE GAME CANON if both players are accepted into the game and agree to it. However, if players who'd prefer to start fresh are welcome to reuse these prompts in their own personal logs upon acceptance into the communities.

If you have QUESTIONS about the test drive prompts, please ask HERE. Questions about the game itself or the general setting should be directed to the FAQ.

FAQSETTINGCALENDARRESERVESAPPLICATIONS

AWAKENING IN PAJAK WOOD

The chirping of partridges in the treetops rouses you. Light barely filters through the canopy, just enough to suggest warmth of the sun. By the time it reaches the forest floor, the daylight has taken on a sickly green tinge. You lie amongst the mosses and ferns, the soil cold and just a little damp on your bare skin. Wherever you were before this moment, whatever you were doing or wearing, when you awaken in this forest, you find yourself naked and helpless as the day you were born.

Fortunately, you seem to be alone. The birdsong continues as you sit up and get your bearings — aside from a brief wave of disoriented nausea, you seem to be no worse for wear than you last remember. Amongst gnarled oaks and moss, you see nothing around. No sign of civilization or sentient life. Movement flickers at the corner of your eye, but it's just a curious animal — brave squirrels or lizards who have come to see what stirs in their home.

Then, like the rippling of the horizon at noontime, the ash-gray soil around you undulates. Sea, not earth. Something else has come to greet you — their grey bodies blended in so easily with the floor, but as you stagger to your feet, you see them. Thousands of spiders roll like waves underfoot. They crawl towards you from the darker edge of the forest.


attack
Individuals who attack the spiders will find the small spiders are easy to kill, but the pheromones released by their corpses draw larger spiders in their place. Huge, blood-red spiders the size of hunting dogs drop from the treetops. In addition to their venomous bite, which contains a fast-acting paralytic, these creatures are clever: they will attempt to use their webbing to handicap any trespassers, binding limbs together or to trees. If you're unfortunate to become fully cocooned, you don't have long before this forest will be the last thing you see.


hunt
Any aspiring monster-hunters enterprising enough to try to follow the spiders to their nest will move eastward. This way, the forest grows darker and darker — though the sun never grows warm red-gold with sunset.

In the void, the birdsong is replaced by the click of mandibles and the skitter of many legs, but soon it is impossible to see. Even with the brightest magical light does not reach further than a few inches. The air grows heavy and thick, as if it were not air at all but some more solid mass. Almost like liquid-smoke, it presses down upon you. Slowing your movements. Soon, you cannot move at all.

Turn back while you still can — collapsing out here is dangerous. The void can play tricks on your senses. You may find yourself reliving unhappy memories or hallucinating your worst nightmares.




But flee the spiders westward and you will discover that the wood is well-populated with the survival resources that someone might seek — berries bushes and trees bearing stone fruits; sticks and dry leaves to aid in the building of a fire; rocks big enough to fashion into crude weapons; small animals that can be hunted or caught; hike long enough, and you might just find the freshwater stream that runs north-to-south, populated by both poisonous toads and delicious crawdads.

What's more, you may run into others with stories just like yours. Some may have already formed clumsy nudist hiking parties, others may still be naked and confused and processing how they have no memory of how they got here. They all stagger vaguely, as you do, with only the sun for a waymarker — and even that won't last long.

Now is a good time to overcome any hang-ups you have about modesty, as it's going to be a long hike. If you sneak a good look at your new companions, you may four varietals of marks on their bodies. Maybe someone will even point out that you have one, too.



EVERY DAY LIKE THE ONE BEFORE

Hike far enough — or long enough that the sun does go down — and signs of life come into view. The glow of fires and lights, the smooth curve of a stone wall. A town sits at the edge of this wood, a reward to the survivors.

The fifty-foot wall of beige stone protecting the town's perimeter has only a single entrance — an iron gate positioned on the southern edge. When you arrive, the gate is already open, welcoming people into town from the winding dirt road. Attentive eyes may note that the road itself bears the mark of many wagon wheels and horse hoofs, but not cars.

guards
The guards grant entry to anyone who attempts a conversation with them. However, if your character is more likely to attempt to sneak in, overcome the guards, or attack them, please reach out HERE.


Inside the wall lies a quaint, historic town with a population around five thousand. The streets are cobbled, and their signs are lit by gas lamp. Wooden shutters protect otherwise open-air windows on the buildings, which are all under three stories with gabled roofs. A number of businesses hug the main street — a clockmaker, a cobbler, a bank — while residential homes sprawl outwards towards the wall. At the far end of the main street, visible about a mile to the north now that the trees and the enormous wall is out of the way, sits a castle with three towers.

No matter what time you pass through the gate, the streets are full of people. The climate of the bustle befits a night market or a busy friday downtown — plenty of people to ogle at your exposed body. But despite any efforts on your part to hide or make excuses, the locals don't seem offended by your nakedness. Even families with children don't gawk or look twice. In fact, the further into town you go, the more you may notice that they all wear revealing clothing that, to your sensibilities, may seem sexually suggestive. Some individuals openly expose their breasts and nipples, while some others may incidentally reveal when they turn around to tend to their errands that their dress is backless — entirely! If anything, they seem to be under the impression that you're naked to participate in the evening's events with the rest of them.

Those still determined to find proper clothing will find that modern clothing stores aren't a thing here. The closest this town has is a tailor's shop, which is closed for religious observance, and a stand in the central marketplace selling scarves and blankets.

Fortunately, the people of the town are very generous! The locals will gladly share what they have with those who ask politely — but those items are as revealing as what they're wearing. You might get a mesh bodysuit or drape outfit. Remember not to be ungracious! it's only appropriate for the occasion.

steal clothing
Anyone unwilling to ask nicely for help could break into someone's house or yard to steal some of their clean laundry. Notably, inside their homes, the people of the town also appear to own some more modest apparel. Be sure to alert us HERE if your character pursues this option.



And what is the occasion? The locals are excited and flattered by any interest in their ordinary weekly prayer: the folks dancing and selling their wares are all offering their energies to give thanks and ask for their god's patronage! The abstractions are all familiar — fertility, harvest, peace. Smalltalk makes them eager to chat and draw you into those festivities — including some ceremonial wax-dripping on the exposed parts of your body!

Anyone who chats at length with the townspeople will gather that the locals feel it's better for the newcomers to dive into the deep-end because, since you'll be settling in here, they expect you'll want to participate down the line. They seem to be under the impression that the new arrivals are a boon from their god.

In addition, many of the locals' choice of clothes reveal the same four types of marks on their bodies as the folx who were wandering out in the wood!


ROOM AND BOARD

Once you're tired out, the locals will help you find a place to stay. The boarding house is several stories tall and spacious, accessible through an embellished iron garden gate and obscured by hanging plants, trees, and vines. Beyond the overgrown yard is a bright red door, which opens into a spacious cottage.

The house has clearly been empty for some time — dust has gathered on various furnishings — bedding, sofas, curtains, wooden tables. According to the locals, it has remained empty since its last occupant passed away, and that's all they'll say about that!

Each floor of the house has a shared sitting room, but only the first floor has a kitchen — large enough to support feeding the entire household. Here, a few of the townspeople will help out — they stock the kitchen and help make dinner for the new arrivals.

finding roommates
Don't spend too much time in the dining room going for seconds, though. You'll want to claim a bedroom quickly because each one only has two full-size beds, and there aren't enough spaces for everyone. The last people upstairs will need to double up to squeeze in. Roommates will not be mod-assigned; players should coordinate directly with one another to determine their living arrangements.


Get a good night's rest. By the light of day, locals will help get the new arrivals set up on the coal stove with breakfast. You may notice they're dressed in a way you would almost call normal — at least, in a manner befitting 19th century Eastern Europe. As you find your way around town to get your bearings, folks are eager to help you find a place to apply your skills so you can contribute to your new home.
somatosensory: (ari_079)

aristaeus — original, wilk.

[personal profile] somatosensory 2023-05-19 02:17 pm (UTC)(link)
01. ᴀᴡᴀᴋᴇɴɪɴɢ

[a:] ( look, he’s woken up in stranger places. not naked, admittedly, but while he’s less than thrilled at this development there are more pressing concerns on his mind.

namely, finding higher ground.

with this in mind, he sets out to find the largest, sturdiest tree that he can. gripping its rough back, he begins to climb. )


[ b: ] ( later, he discovers a perch at a distance, providing a comfortable observation point while maintaining a safe distance from the ground below.

and he is grateful for the altitude.

spiders spill across the ground like a malevolent tide. captivated, he observes their movements, trying to decipher their intended route. ideally, while avoiding the spiders as much as possible – even if their bites aren't enough to kill him, he doesn't doubt that they'll be inconvenient.

as he debates his options, a figure bursts from the undergrowth, catching him off-guard. )


02. ᴛᴏᴡɴ
( following the soft melody of laughter, aristaeus finds himself drawn deeper into the heart of the festival.

he weaves through the crowd, catching snippets of conversation as he goes. it seems he's not the only new arrival, and the townspeople's curiosity is palpable. they exchange eager, knowing glances whenever someone unfamiliar passes.

amidst the chaos, he's approached by a girl with a taper in hand. "would you care to partake?" she asks, indicating that she wants to drip the wax on his skin.

hesitant but intrigued, aristaeus extends his hand, offering his palm. )


Sure, I'll try anything once. 






03. ᴡɪʟᴅᴄᴀʀᴅ
ooc: basic run-down on the character can be found here. elevator pitch: 6'5" biokinetic supersoldier from a far future dystopia that heals. he also has a weird metal thing going on with his back ala this. otherwise i'm pretty open on wildcards. his mark is just behind his ear, so at least partially visible. otherwise, feel free to hit me up via pm/pp over at [plurk.com profile] resurrectionist  if you have any questions/wanna plot! ) 

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02 (cw: burn injuries, let me know if i should change this uwu)

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[ a nice older man has helped mavis find clothes, though it's really more like a narrow sheet folded between her legs and pinned around her torso to stay up and cover just enough. the excess drapes like a tunic-skirt, which doesn't even pretend to cover her legs when she's bent like she is to sit on the steps of the tailor's shop, sipping on a cup of vodka that he's assured her will settle her stomach.

it is helping, admittedly, and it's warming her up too, which is making up for the fact that the summer night's breeze feels nigh wintry by her standards.

she recognizes that voice, though. she lifts her head. she should have sensed him sooner, really, but she'd been so overstimulated, like her head was splitting open, and it has only started to ease up since she has drugged herself with liquor to be less cognizant. but she knows that voice.

her eyes land on aristaeus and on the candle and the young woman. aristaeus, who'd betrayed her and knocked her unconscious after she'd saved his life while they'd nearly starved for days. aristaeus, who'd brought her here, to whatever fucked up edge of kossos this was.

she sets the cup aside and beelines for him, finding her resolve to weather the migraine that every flicker of candlelight aggravates. she seizes the candle from the young woman dripping it onto his hand and drives the candle flame-first into the side of his neck instead.
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it's perfect

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fisherwife: (He started planning our future midhookup)

Princess Mipha | LoZ: Breath of the Wild | Skala

[personal profile] fisherwife 2023-05-19 02:22 pm (UTC)(link)
A. Awakening

[The good news is that Mipha doesn't wear clothes to begin with. Teh bad news is that she's keenly feeling the loss of her trident and her Champion's sash. She liked that sash!

She has no idea where she is or what's going on--this certainly doesn't look like any woods she's seen around-- but she wanders anyhow, frowning lightly as she tries to take in her situation.

The spiders are nothing she wants to deal with either so, unless someone's in danger, she's just going to run and lose them in the forest, wishing immediately for a nice river to jump into and speed away. But why should things be easy??

Whenever she finds fellow lost people, she looks relieved and approaches with a soft smile. They don't look like Hylians, but that's probably fine. She is very pointedly not looking anywhere but anyone's face
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Thank goodness. I was worried I'd be lost by myself forever. Are you alright?

[Completely oblivious to the fact her otherworldly appearance might be alien to others, she's friendly and open.]

B. Every Day

Oh. Oh dear... [Look. Mipha's people are basically naked all the time. She knows this and accepts this, that's just the way they are! But typically people like the Hylians and Gerudo were more modest, to a degree. It's strange seeing all these humans wandering around exposed and Mipha's honestly not sure what to think of it.

She feels a vague sense of embarrassment anyhow, clearing her throat as she requests clothes--not for herself, but for the others traveling around.
] I can't take it just for free, however kind the offer is... Oh, I see you have some cuts and bruises. May I?

[She smiles and takes the person's arm, holding her hand over it. There's a bright white glow and after a few seconds, the person's completely healed! Mipha smiles warmly, immediately startled by the armful of clothes the person gives her in thanks] Oh-- Really, you don't have to-- Oh!

[Caught off guard, she stumbles backwards.]

C. Like The One Before

[Armed with a small mountain of clothing now, Mipha sets out among the travelers she'd seen on her way here, approaching with a hopeful little smile]

Hello, please don't be alarmed. Would you like some clothes? I'm sure I should have something in this pile that will help.

D. Home Sweet Home

[Mipha blinks slowly, regarding the boarding house thoughtfully as she explores it.

Not particularly interested in a bed, she instead focuses on helping to clean and straighten things up around the house, help prepare food, and generally just makes herself busy.

When she does start poking her head around the rooms, it's still not in search of a bed.
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Is there a bathing room inside, or some kind of pond outside that anyone's noticed? I can sleep in a bed, but I'd prefer to sleep in the water for... Obvious reasons, I think. [She looks a bit sheepish about it.]
illicitly: (all this attitude and no history)

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[Nie Huaisang is pretty over being naked without even his fan to shield his privates from the view of all these strangers. The lady in question looks a little odd in appearance to him but the offer of aid is rather kind and much appreciated.]

Yes, please, if it's no trouble. I'll wear just about anything if it means people will stop staring at me.

[An odd moment of genuine vulnerablity but he's a little desperate here.]

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the darkling — netflix shadow & bone, diabel

[personal profile] morozova 2023-05-19 04:27 pm (UTC)(link)
01. BOARDING HOUSE

[ a: ] ( the kitchen is the last place you’d probably expect to find the darkling, and for good reason. nevertheless, he is quick to insinuate himself into the bustling rhythm of the place, taking advantage of the anonymity it affords to ingratiate himself.

amidst the clatter of knives and hum of conversation, he is able to pick up snippets of gossip. most of it meaningless to him, but he nonetheless engages them cheerful small talk, before steering the conversation toward subjects of greater interest.

the castle and its occupants in particular.

he’s also quick to get stuck into helping, whether it’s chopping vegetables, stirring pots, or tending to sizzling pans. perhaps he’ll even hold out a spoon to you taste whatever he’s been preparing. )
Too much salt?



[ b: ] ( a quick survey of the room reveals a modest space, furnished with two beds, a worn-looking dresser, and a small table by the window. the walls bear marks of the usual wear and tear. normal for a place like this; all the other rooms are similarly adorned.

his gaze lingers on the bed closest to the window, its covers neatly arranged. his fingers brush lightly against the fabric, taking note of the faint scent of lavender lingering in the air.

a former occupant or one of their cheerful hosts? difficult to say. )


Curious that they left the place standing for so long. ( it’s said as he slides his fingers beneath the mattress, feeling for irregularities. )



02. WILD CARD
( the darkling is from the netflix show rather than the grisha books. undecided precise canon point but it'll probably be season one, post-episode five. the darkling has a diabel mark on his lower back. for other questions/plotting feel free to pm/pp at [plurk.com profile] resurrectionist )
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boarding house

[personal profile] mafiacornsalad 2023-05-20 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ Vincenzo finally managed to procure some 'clothing' if the chainlink outfit with a barely-there covering between his legs can be counted as clothing, but it's better than the nudity afforded to him earlier. He'll regain some clothes that offer more dignity later. For now, the hike has left him hungry enough to risk raiding the kitchen.

His attention elsewhere means he's surprised by the spoon. Vincenzo looks at the man with a gaze that suggests he isn't someone social enough to do so under normal circumstances but after a moment, he accepts the offering. Rolling his lips, Vincenzo considers the taste. ]


It could use a little more.

[ Though in spite of his appearance, Vincenzo is used to Italian food. ]

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jaskier — the witcher (netflix) — diabel

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[ swords are not jaskier's weapons of choice so when faces with spiders, he does what he does best aside from singing, looking dashing, and seducing housewives -- he runs. he runs until he's sure that there are no more spiders in sight and he can lean against a tree, panting as sweat and mud stick to his bare skin.

he bends over when the position grows uncomfortable, hands on his knees as he draws air into his lungs and then he notices the mark that sits above his left knee. it hadn't been there before. he frowns, eyes narrowing at it.

marks are never good. marks usually mean curses or some magical thing that he wants nothing to do with. he glances to the side where his lucky companion may be or someone approaches, he's not aware enough to keep an ear out for future danger.
] What do you think this is? Don't suppose you have one too?

[ he asks and if there is no immediate answer, the second a branch snaps in the distance he scurries behind his companion like they are his human shield. ]


every day like the one before ;

[ a search around the town has left jaskier familiar with the places he will frequent; an inn and a pub. he has yet to find someone to make a lute for him, or sell one, but that's next on his list. he'll barter if he must.

but that is far from his mind as he gets drawn into celebrations with the locals. and why not lean into it? after all, hospitality is plenty amongst those he befriends. a drink in hand, though he's not sure where he acquired it, jaskier slips next to someone who looks as confused as he had before he'd embraced the local enthusiasm.
] Are you thinking about a wax dipping? I've been told they're quite the rage.

[ has he? no. ]


all marked up ;

[ as the sun draws toward the sunset, jaskier stops to rest at the edge of a town's square. he's not sure how all of the wax on his body has gotten there, but there's quite a bit on display as well as hidden under the blanket he's fashioned into what some might recognize as a toga.

it's not for modesty, no, but he's grown colder. taking a breath, he stops whoever is passing by in hopes of working his charm on a local.
] Hello my dear new friend!

You don't perhaps know of a place where a humble bard could put his skills to use, do you? Where one might acquire a lute to play? [ asking for something has pretty much gotten him what he's needed so far so he's hoping someone generous has that lute to spare. ]


wildcard ;

[ ooc: feel free to PM me if you'd like to do something else, happy to brainstorm something else as jaskier hides how fucked up he thinks it all is with hedonism! ]
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arrival;

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[ mavis looks over at the mark and shakes her head. nothing like that on her that she's noticed.

there are clans that tattoo their warriors, something permanent, but the kuruko have only ever used face and body paints to reflect the heat of the harsh sun. she licks her thumb and reaches over to rub it on jaskier's knee to see if the mark will come off at all, but it's smooth to the touch.

it doesn't come away at all. it does, however, glow when he speaks (the bottom of her foot glows faintly, too, not that she notices), at the same time that she feels that odd little twitch in her mind, like something poking in the base of her brain. she doesn't like it. it reminds her of the kossians.
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I don't recognize the shape. What is it?

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clint barton | mcu

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[It's entirely possible Clint's woken up in worse situations, but if so, then not by much.

He's naked, he's tired, his ears are ringing, he doesn't have any of his weapons, and now the ground is moving and oh good it's spiders. Cool. Great. This is great. Definitely moved up to worst situation to wake up in. He's careful about his footing until he can get a grip on a tree, watches them scurry off generally in one direction.]
Yeah, screw that. [We're going in the opposite and thus less-spidery direction. This may be one of the better decisions he's made in the past many years, frankly.

By the time he runs into other people, it's likely he's already got at least one sharp stick and a good bludgeoning rock. The wilk mark on the back of his left hand might be easy to miss in the cacophony of tattoos up and down the whole of the accompanying arm. He's pockmarked with occasional battle scars, but in otherwise shockingly good condition given the last thirty years of his life. As it is, he doesn't mind teaming up with others and hunting down some game. Crawdads is good eats, too. He'll be mostly polite in keeping his eyes from places, but also, we're all adults (probably) here, and we're all in this weird Naked And Afraid shit together.]


This is all gonna get real chilly by nightfall.

[Anyone who comes up behind him and doesn't make their presence clearly known, however, might end up with their ass very quickly and very firmly on the ground.]

Shit--sorry, didn't hear you coming.

[That's...going to be a problem in short order.]

every day
[In town...in town sure is something, huh.] Okay. Alright. Didn't know medieval nudist colonies were a thing.

[Mama raised a sometimes nice boy, though, and he's just going to go into this head first. Is it awkward asking for something with at least something like fabric to wear? Yes. Is it as awkward as putting on something he'd normally suggest might be something an enslaved space princess might wear? No. It's like long and swishy loincloth that doesn't really keep anything covered when he moves, and something like a sash slung light across his torso.

Beggars and choosers, though. Apparently this is the norm for their prayer time. In talking with people, he needs them to speak up and speak clearly, preferably away from the bustle of a crowd. It's taking a lot of concentration to catch enough words to get the gist of everything going on.]
I'm...flattered, really, [he says to some townsfolk, not flattered at all] but I really don't think anyone's god put me here on purpose. [But around his own fellow confused suckers that had also been lost in the woods, he can at least be in a joking mood about it:] I might have to switch to whatever the hell this religion is if this is how they do prayer.

[He's joking, this super duper feels like a cult, but at least it's a cult where nobody gives each other body issues. When wax gets introduced, well, fuck, that's just wild, y'all just do kink as a religious thing out in the open? He's skeptical, because, you never know, could be there's chemicals that'll get absorbed through the skin like that, but sometime later through the day he might have some solidified streaks down his bare arm.]

board
[He will absolutely spend too much time in the dining room, making sure everyone gets their fair share for one thing, and also, yes, getting seconds. Even offers to help clean up. Chats up the locals as best he can about what happens after, where to pick up some basics, if this has happened before--everything he can make out sounds like they're expected to just stay here for good. And he won't argue, not to their faces, but obviously that's not going to fly.

When it comes time for rooms, though, he's just as likely to find a couch to flop down face-first on as he is to do the same thing at the first free side of a bed he sees.]
Dibs. [Flop.] Hey, nobody use up all the hot water in the morning, 'kay?

wildcard
[join in shopping for Normal Clothes, go on a hunt with him, get pulled into dancing, w/e! clint's coming in deaf and no hearing aid to help atm--as noted it's entirely possible for him to make out words and the gist of a sentence if focused in a clear environment, but he's also just gonna be winging a good bit of casual conversation. please feel free to play with this aspect. get offended if he ignores you and shit like that.]
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awakening:or sorry she didn't mean to sneak up on your C-dawg, but needs must

[personal profile] brandingissues 2023-05-20 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ Look, look. This is a shitty day. Like, of all the days she's had, this one is working really, really hard to be the shittiest of all of them. Like, fuuuck, getting your mom arrested on Christmas is like really absurdly awful, but waking up naked in the forest and then being chased by thousands of spiders (seriously it was so many spiders she can't even think about it or she's going to vomit) is sort of worse.

Nope.

Nope, not even sort of, it's definitely worse.

She's running, full tilt, and spending a lot of time being really thankful for all that gymnastics and martial arts training because, hello, cardio, when she literally crashes into someone as she comes hurting out of the bushes.

Look, at this point there might not even be any spiders chasing her, but her plan was just to run a good few miles and never, ever look back. Except now, of course, she's sprawled out, half on top of someone else being all naked and weird about it. Well, she's not being weird about it--it's just a weird situation.

Except, then, holy shit. Her eyes light up as she pulls back and she pushes away from the man she ran into. ]


Clint! You're here?! How are you here?? This is amazing! Not the naked part, I mean, that part is very, very weird, and hey did you run into spiders? I ran into so many spiders--

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javert, les misérables | wilk

[personal profile] policier 2023-05-19 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
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( A chill has settled into his body as Javert comes to — not the chill of death or the cold from the Seine, her waters rushing to fill his lungs as he chokes and breathes his last. It is the chill from being naked, a state of being Javert finds most disagreeable. He trembles, pressing his hand to the ground and forcing himself back onto his feet. There's no water in his lungs, nothing to suggest that he is anything than what he feels — alive, but for what purpose?

He doesn't have long to consider it, feeling the ground give way to a maddening number of spiders. Every instinct in his body screams for him to run, even if the desire to live has long since left his mind. He doesn't know where he is or where he must go, only that he must get away. Once he is free of them, he will worry about what comes next — that seems to be more terrifying to him than anything. )


every day

( He is still naked, and that is something that must be tended to sooner rather than later. His body is large and intimidating, broad shouldered and thick where others may be a bit more wiry and slim. It makes finding something to wear a little difficult, but he manages to beg his way into a set of shirtsleeves, long enough to cover himself to his thigh, but transparent enough to leave very little to the imagination. )

I'm not in the mood for merrymaking.

( He tries to be as polite as he can, declining every offer to dance, looking very visibly unnerved by all the attention placed upon him. )

room & board

( It matters very little to Javert where he stays or what he eats. His life has always been one of privations, solitude and self-denial. He's not so certain what he thinks about living with someone, existing in the same space as them even if it is only for a few hours every day. He selects a room with no one else inside and installs himself in it, sitting along the edge of the bed with a faraway look, as if in reverie. )

Ah, forgive me. ( He says, realizing someone is in the doorway watching him. ) Is this your room?
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I'm not sure.

[ The man who answers is Korean and obviously doing his best to retain his pride while wearing what boils down to a chainlink garment with a single piece of clothing hiding the most private of areas between his legs. It wasn't his choice of clothing, but it's better than being nude. Somehow, the way he presents himself suggests familiarity with finer garments. ]

I'm just getting in, and most of them seem to be full.

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dimitri alexandre blaiddyd ♔ fe:3h (azure moon, mid-timeskip) ♔ skala

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♔ awakening. (cw: violent thoughts)
Funny enough, waking up where he does - and like he does - isn't anything that is out of the norm for Dimitri. Not being able to find his armor is an inconvenience but he's sure he'll be able to snap the necks of the rat bastards that stole it from him.

As Dimitri begins to awaken further, he remembers falling asleep to the cold snap of Faerghus spring though and not... this lush greenery. Had he traveled further south than he realized, perhaps? As the man considers and begins to make moves to track the nearby wildlife, that's when the spiders began to skitter upon him.

They're easily disposed of, crushed under his bare heel or slammed beneath a large palm. Once a large one comes forth after being drawn by the pheromones emitted, the man gives a wicked grin. "Finally," he growls, easily snapping a large log laying on the ground and brandishing it's jagged edges at the monster. "A challenge."

If he saves someone from being attacked by one of the larger spiders, it was just mere coincidence. Any thanks will be met with a grunt in non-response before he begins to stalk off towards the next hunt.

It's also possible that in his reckless abandon while attempting to kill the creatures, he harms someone instead. He won't apologize or stop to assist but can likely be guilted into it despite himself with enough persistence.


♔ crime time. (cw: blood)
A loud of shattering of glass breaks nearby conversation. A man saying 'Sir, excuse me, you can't just take that-' might be heard before it's met with an animalistic growl.

Paying no mind to the one trying to stop him, Dimitri takes a cloak from a shop's display window and drapes it over himself. It comes in a strange pattern of holes that are likely meant to entice but hunched over, teeth bared, and stance defensive- He doesn't really look like anyone would be enticed by.

Well, maybe someone.

His hand that he used to punch through the glass display window is bleeding and sore. He gives small hisses of pain as he picks shards of glass from his knuckles and doesn't seem to pay much mind to the crimson he's staining his new cloak with as he works. Someone might... want to help him, honestly, as he's making quite the scene.


♔ room and board - dining hall only.
Caked in blood, dirt, and absolutely wreaking, Dimitri is probably turning quite a few heads in the dining hall. His hair hangs in limp strands and hides part of his face. While he doesn't care about beds, he does care about food and it's the only thing that drew him here in the first place.

He eats like a man who hasn't in several days. And that's true because, well, he hasn't had a consistent source of meals other than what he could hunt for himself in years now. To have something provided, whatever it is, he takes it thanklessly and as much as he's able to.

It's impressive(ly disgusting) how much he's able to put away. Utensils? Forget about them. Food can be so much easier shoved into his mouth by hand than fragile forks or other silverware. He filches food, too, from anyone that 'loses their appetite' near him or is about to throw away anything that he considers still consumable.

(Basically, a feral man is loose in the dining hall. Help.)


♔ plot with me/wildcard. (cw: violent thoughts)
heyo! my interest check comment is right here! if you wanna' plot something out or have another idea to hash out, you can also find me over @ [plurk.com profile] tentamenace, discord @ tentamenace#5341, or PM this journal!!
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[ dimitri is really the only person who seems able to keep up with mavis, who has refilled her plate twice now without any sign of stopping. when someone near the two of them gets up, mavis reaches for their half-emptied plate at the same time dimitri does.

when she realizes that he's also trying to take it, she meets his gaze.

then she lets the plate go and instead swipes the roll off the top of it, taking a quick bite from it so she can assure that he won't try to take it back from her.
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ardyn izunia | ffxv

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pajak
[The mark of the niez is displayed prominently on Ardyn's broad chest. If the nudity and sudden arrival in some strange forest truly distress him, he does a good job of hiding it behind what seems like mere curiosity.

And he stands there for a few very lengthy moments, simply observing himself and his surroundings. And then looks up, ostensibly at the sky through the leaves.]


Well? Aren't you going to come whisk me away back home? No dramatic arrival to spare some new star the scourge you so despise?

[The sky doesn't answer. A few birds chitter. Ardyn waves a dismissive hand.]

Never talkative when you want them to be.

[As far as, oh yeah, a wave of spiders goes? He's barely curious, but barely curious enough that he might as well follow, right into the void. While others might go 'hm, that's sus, don't like that' and leave, Ardyn feels practically at home in the dark, with the constraining and choking not-smoke miasma in the air, though when his movements start to slow, that's when he starts to consider other options.

A voice rings out around him.]


You've really done it this time, brother.

[A sword manifests in a smattering of crystals in his hand as he whirls to face the--nothingness.] Come to haunt me again? You'd think even a ghost would tire.

[Look, maybe, maybe you should get out of here, and maybe help this tall disquieting fuckhead too before he ends up stuck here and chasing said ghosts.]

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[Once in the "safety" of town, he prefers to stick to shadows, to overhangs, to the awnings of shop stalls, out of the light until the sun finally disappears into nightfall. Even then, he drapes himself with a blanket--or two!--in covering like he's trying to make a hoodie.

Some scantily dressed young thing beckons him to dance. He slowly cocks his head.]
To the appeasement of your god? Little lamb, [said lowly, sweetly, enticing and disquieting both] I wonder how soon to slaughter you'll go for them.

[So yeah, he's not exactly interested in being the most endearing to the supposed-natives off the bat. Should someone offer some wax?] Oh, no, terribly sorry, but I simply couldn't. I burn far too easily, you see. [With a dramatic sigh and 'what can you do' shrug. He's here to be handsome and weird and will observe the practices but not participate.]

room?
[Ardyn truly only ends up at the boarding house out of boredom more than anything, and a lazy cat-like curiosity as to where the other poor souls got herded to for sleep. It's the middle of the night, having spent much of the evening wandering about town to get the layout, so if you're up, there might be a tall, shadowy figure snooping around. Or maybe you hear a clatter from the roof. How did he get up there? Don't ask questions, just tell him to keep it down or go the fuck to sleep.

He will not, and come morning, he's likely going to stay in than be outdoors. Until the boredom strikes again. In which case, goodness, but he needs some proper clothes, does he not?

Contribute? With a job? That's cute. No thanks, not right now.]


wildcard
[go nuts my dudes, he's fucky bad news but doesn't usually make a point of showing off how bad news he is. his sense of style is trash jesus wear your granddad's clothes and look questionable at best; he's got magic that he's not afraid to show if need be; and he will act like a wine uncle you see at christmas right up until he says the most unsettling shit you ever heard casually
it's fine he's fine don't worry about it]
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[ Upon moving to Korea, Vincenzo discovered a pigeon outside of his window. It was a very vocal, very annoying bird that became his savior and now, the pigeon has a very soft spot in Vincenzo's heart.

Ardyn isn't that pigeon. Annoyed at that noise, Vincenzo sticks his head out of the window. His upper body is bare if only because the clothing he's managed to acquire thus far has only added to his embarrassment, and he has no desire to wear it when he doesn't have to. ]


You're being too loud to be on the roof at night.

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Koriel XIII | Baroque

[personal profile] bisection 2023-05-20 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
AWAKENING
[ It is not as if Koriel XIII is used to being in a body, so being nude doesn't bring any sense of bashfulness to him. This is the body he and his brother 'share', though he knows right now he is the only one in it. It's uncomfortable and cold. He's bothered.

He is a rather sickly looking gent with a large, old scar carved into his left hip. It is a change he hasn't noticed. A symbol is burned into his upper left collar bone, though it appears to be fading. He is not used to being outside of the Tower, so he is, perhaps, more disoriented than most but at least he gets himself to his feet on his own.

He has absolutely no interest in wasting energy on the hoard of spiders without a sword or a cudgel. He is still good at running, so run he does, not opting to delay. He is completely unsurprised that the world 'outside' is just as volatile as the one he'd been haunting for over a decade.

When he manages to find a point of respite, he realizes he's starving. Even if others are around, he won't be approaching them himself. He will be catching the first squirmy, meaty thing he can - frog or snail or any other critter he can snatch - and giving it a merciful end before...

biting right into it.

Flesh and bones and all.

No matter what it is, it is still better than hospital food or monster guts. He'll take it without complaint! ]


EVERY DAY LIKE THE ONE BEFORE
[ The guards don't look anything like Fist or Scythe. The people here, by and large, are not twisted at all. Even if there are things here that feel distinctly off to him, it is somehow less oppressive than the air outside the Neuro Tower. He has only seen the outside world a few brief times, but the difference is distinct.

The lack of his brother's presence and Hers is the worst part of it.

He opts to spare a few short words with the guards just to get into the city walls. It is hard not to want to lay down and give into things, but maybe... just maybe... he can get some clue as to where his brother went. It is good to have the body, but he feels so lacking. So hollowed. It is wrong of him to have it - he's the one who is dead - and it is wrong to be apart. He needs to at least get the body back 'home' for his brother, right?

Does his brother even deserve that much, after everything?

It is wrong to even question it.

So Koriel XII meanders the streets, arms crossed against the chill in his thin body but not well versed enough in talking to other people to dare approach the residents. He looks pretty lost! And fairly pathetic here. He's maybe not the most approachable looking person, but he won't hate speaking to someone else when he's feeling so isolated as it is. ]


ROOM AND BOARD
[ For a guy who looks about ready to fall over, he sure is eating his share here in the dining area. He feels such a clawing hunger when he's in the body. It's been years and years since he ate anything cooked, and he's never had any food that was not mild and on a tray, sometimes fed to him by a nurse with a detached gaze.

He likes still has not adorned any clothes, unfortunately for everyone, but given the lack of dress of God herself, he doesn't see a need. He's still not used to being seen in the first place. He won't be resistant to the idea of someone comes to him with the offering of some pants or a coat, though, by far.

He's also forgotten that his body needs sleep... so he might just konk out at the table at some point if not coaxed into a room properly. Being alive again carries some... challenges for him. ]
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Soap MacTavish || Call of Duty || OTA

[personal profile] thefng 2023-05-20 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
I. Awakening in Pajak Wood
[ Waking up alone, in the wilds, unarmed? Not entirely outside the realm of what's expected. But all that while naked? New. Unwilling to assume this all is just a really bad (no, really, like stupidly bad, just bad-bad) dream, Soap grabs up a decent sized rock and begins carefully moving through the forest.

He tries to be slow and quiet about it, not sure what wildlife or enemies are out there, but then the forest floor moves and- and-

And if you're anywhere nearby, you'll no doubt see a grown, muscled man, stark naked, running like a bat out of hell. It's not remotely noticeable, but he's also trying to be quiet about it.

Until he sees another naked, dirty, alone, sad figure that he swiftly passes by. ]


Run, you idiot!

[ And that's the only warning you're getting. ]

II. Every Day Like the One Before
[ It took awhile for him to get up the gumption to enter the town gate, feeling far more exposed right now for obvious reasons. But Soap does it and even makes his way through the streets and to a tailor.

What he's learned about this place isn't great. The clothes the other people are wearing, the fact they don't care what he's not wearing (both good and bad, honestly), the wax play going on around every other corner, and now a closed sign. For... religious observance...

Someone may easily find him squinting at the sign, standing there far too long, like he's already read it several times by now. Maybe, after such a long day, this is the one that broke him.

But approach the strange man, and he'll turn his head in your direction so fast that you might here it crack, staring at you now with the same incredulous almost-glare he was giving the sign.

... Well? ]

III. Wildcard
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Claire Redfield | Resident Evil | Wilk

[personal profile] ridingvalkyrie 2023-05-20 03:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[I] Awakening;
[The last worry on Claire's mind after she manages to drag herself into the land of consciousness again is her nudity. Does she care? Yeah, sure, but waking up in weird places seems to be her modus operandi as of late and clothed or not she has to figure out where she is this time and who did it this time.

The instant she lays eyes on a spider though she sighs out loud.]


Naturally it's got to be spiders. At least they're not huge.

[She snorts then.]

Yet.

[With that said Claire moves the opposite direction from the spiders at a running clip. If Moira was here for some unknown reason then she'd definitely not run towards them so Claire's not about to look for her that way.

Eventually she does stumble into the woods -- and other people -- stopping just in the treeline to catch her breath. Mostly she's trying to reorient her racing mind, a hand against the nearest tree. It doesn't last long before she straightens up, runs her other hand over her face and lets her expression turn tightly determined.]


Okay. So what the hell is going on here. Anybody?

[II] Every Day Like the One Before;
[Never in her whole life of trotting around the globe for TerraSave or just on the hunt for Chris has Claire ever experienced anything like strolling casually into a town absolutely nude. A guy looks over at her when she enters and Claire delivers a withering look his way but that's all she gets, a glance. Then she spots her first backless dress on a passing woman and she just --]

Where have I ended up now?

[She's got the start of a good headache brewing up. It's not enough to make her ignore something that dashes by her feet -- a kid. A little one at that, no more than three or four she guesses. She glances around finding no one seems to be noticing the kid and so she pauses to kneel down next to them. Despite her own feelings about the situation she's in now she still talks gently to the little guy (or girl? She's not sure).]

Hey there. Where's your parents, hm?


[III] God;
[The parents of the child she found were only too glad to give her clothing. Of course the clothing they gave her is just as scanty as it seems like everyone else around here wears. At least the mesh on it sort of tastefully conceals the most important parts and frankly she's just glad to have something between her and nature as a whole, even if it sort of ineffective.

There's a lot of hustle and bustle at least. Between herself and the others she hiked into town with Claire feels like there's a good chance they'll figure things out. The natives seem happy to talk at least but most of them at the moment want to talk about their God and this ceremonial wax-dripping business.

Claire has been run through the mill of politeness during her years working with TerraSave but the talk of Gods and joining in rituals makes her more than a little ... tentative maybe?

Eventually she ends up leaning against some random wall near another new face. Or maybe an old one from the hike up she simply didn't talk to. Either way she flicks a glance in their direction before her brows cant upward.]


So how's it going for you so far?

[IV] Wildcard;
[Feel free to hit me up with other prompt ideas. I tend to play Claire during the events of Revelations 2 so she's around 32 years old here. PMs for plotting or questions are welcome!]
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[personal profile] telepathy 2023-05-20 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
It's ... different.

[ than she'd imagined being part of a community would be. than she remembered seeing amongst her own clan, back when she'd been an outsider and not a total exile. just ... different.

mavis stares out over the crowd, a little unfocused from the inebriation that makes is tenable for her to be standing here in anything but crippling pain from her telepathy.
]

My people don't celebrate the spirits like this.

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james t. kirk (mirrorverse) ➢ star trek aos

[personal profile] invicto 2023-05-20 04:09 pm (UTC)(link)


awakening

attack[ Waking up naked wouldn't worry him as much if he weren't currently in the middle of dark, dense woods. It's almost familiar enough that it could be Earth, or another of the M-class planets that belong to the Empire, and it immediately sends his mind racing as to who got their hands on him, and what was done to him prior to being dumped in this hole.

He's got no time for anger, though, even less so plotting for revenge. The ground begins to move beneath him and he quickly notes the spiders. He's got no qualms about killing the smaller ones— it's when the bigger ones show up that he starts to realize he may be severely outnumbered, and gravely unarmed.

Fight or flight isn't an instinct James is often familiar with; he fights, and that's it. But he is smart enough to know when it's time to make a run for it, which is what he does. But the spiders are quick, and he finds one of his arms caught by the webbing before long. He slips and nearly falls, but comes close enough to the ground to grab the first thick branch he can find, twisting it around the webbing and then yanking hard.

Is arm is freed, at least. Bad news is they've got his legs now, so— maybe a little help wouldn't be unwelcome. ]

the way[ He's not so stupid as to chase after the spiders right now. What he needs is to figure out where he is, and find a way out. Oh, and find some clothes. Probably move that one to the top of list of priorities.

However, he won't mind finding other people on his path westward. He spots someone else just as naked as he is, so he assumes they've been brought here like he has, and he approaches quickly. He looks like he could be menacing, if he weren't entirely bare right now, pale from head to toe and covered in various marks and scars. ]


Hey! You— do you know how we got here?


every day
town[ A settlement might be both a good and a bad thing, but at least it's better than nothing at all. James finds little in terms of technology, and he's got a feeling that looking around won't yield better results. Still, after he finds himself a skimpy little item that looks almost like a toga (if not for the fact that it's incredibly short and very much open on both sides), he immediately sets off to look around, walking into any building he's permitted, and sneaking around to the back of any that's currently closed or seems private. His intention is to break his way in and maybe find some clues, or who knows, perhaps find some inkling of anything familiar, any person or group that could be behind this.

Won't be hard to catch him looking around somewhere, or spot him looking shifty and follow him into that alley to see what he's up to. ]

wax[ Frustratingly, he soon realizes that there's nothing here that's useful. Wherever he is, it seems to be nowhere he's been before, and nothing around is even remotely familiar. He's frustrated and angry, but he's also starting to feel hungry, and options are few here. He's trying to find something to eat when he happens upon one of the ceremonial sessions, eyebrows raising high as he watches one local dripping hot wax onto another's chest. ]

Pretty sure I wasn't praying the last time I did that, [ he mutters, either to himself or whoever happens to be nearby. ]


room and board
a long day[ James is exhausted, but he's never one to let that show. It'd leave him too weakened and exposed. Instead he finds the first room that's empty and available, closes the door behind him, and only when alone does he take up the bed and closes his eyes.

He's so tired that he doesn't even notice the second bed in the room until someone pushes the door open, and he sits up, alert and ready to snap. ]


It's taken.

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[personal profile] hatejakku 2023-05-20 04:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Finn wouldn't be entirely sure this is real if the Force wasn't telling him so. Even then, he's not completely convinced. Waking up naked in a forest does that to a guy. All the same, he moves as if this were very real, trying to keep out of sight and find a way out of this forest. Not great odds, he figures.

But that's when he stumbles across someone else, and they definitely aren't one of the captors. Without thinking much further than that, he grabs his own branch and breaks it across one of the giant spiders' backs. What's left of his branch is used in an attempt to free the new guy. Finn probably leaves a scratch on his leg in his rush to remove the sticky webbing, but can you blame him? ]


Come on!

[ He grabs at his hand, trying to help him forward. Either to pull him up from the ground or get him out of the rest of the web, whatever. Finn's used to holding hands with total strangers while running for his life, anyway. ]

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Jang Han-seo | Vincenzo | Niez

[personal profile] hyeongje 2023-05-20 04:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ content warnings | quick personality points ]

AWAKENING IN PAJAK WOOD
[ Waking up naked and helpless in the woods is... not the most farfetched thing he could have imagined. He can imagine a few people who would do this to him. Is Han-seok finished with him? Has Myung-hee decided to remove him from the equation? Worst of all, maybe Vincenzo has decided he can't be separated from his brother. He probably would have laid there and felt sorry for himself longer if it weren't for the spiders.

He's up with a pathetic yelp in a snap. He is not brave enough to try to fight off that many spiders, nor savvy enough to investigate their nest. He will be running.

Probably directly into someone, which will turn into a flailing mess of limbs. ]


Aish! Sorry, sorry, sorry.

[ He flusters easily, and is decently unlikely to find his way to town without assistance. ]
EVERY DAY LIKE THE ONE BEFORE
[ His mouth is open as they approach the castle town. ]

Wow!

[ Is he in a fantasy movie? A kinky fantasy movie? This is crazy. While no one is gawking at him, he is gawking at everything. He almost forgets to ask for clothes in his fascination. He's a sheltered rich boy at the Rennfaire, for all intents. When he does finally get around to accepting some clothes, it's a mesh top with a layer of black cutout fabric, which he struggles to figure out how to actually get in to.

You will find him twisting and turning in the fabric, trying to figure out how all the pieces lay on the body. ]


Ack...
ROOM AND BOARD
[ He is poking at the modest bed with a pout. ]

Couldn't they have sprung for something nicer...

[ Spoiled rich boy is not made for country living.]
WILDCARD
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Awakening

[personal profile] taintedpeony 2023-05-21 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
[Jin Guangyao was in the middle of trying to get his bearings after running away from the spiders himself before he was suddenly crashed into. He fell down with a small gasp and a tangle.]

Ah!

[The long haired Chinese man blinked owlishly at him.]

Ah. It is alright. I see you are in much the same predicament as me.

[He said softly as he tried to start untangling his limbs. He had no idea where he was and a new ally was always welcome.]

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Criston Cole | House of the Dragon | Wilk

[personal profile] crispincole 2023-05-20 04:37 pm (UTC)(link)
A. Awakening

[Despite being naked, Criston focuses first on survival, knightly instincts taking control naturally. There was a slight curiosity that had lead him towards wherever the spiders were scurrying. However, as soon as the forest started to thicken and darken, Criston turned back. A better choice, clearly. After drinking from the stream and choosing a rock to act as a weapon, Criston followed along with the other survivors, carefully observing and staying on guard.

As they mill about, he kneels close to a tree, sketching in the soil with the tip of his rock. If you lean close, you will see he's drawing the different marks on each of them.

He'll give a cursory glance at you before asking:]


Did you see any others?

B. Like the One Before

[Criston is not about to ask for clothing. Clearly their tastes aren't suited for a Kingsguard. He's quick to grab a pair of trousers and sheer shirt from a nearby house. Now, seated outside the boarding house, he's focusing on some sort of project. He's slowly drilling a hole into a sturdy branch with the tip of his rock. There is a thick rope vine curled at his feet. This task far more important than finding a room or roommate. He's slept in worse condition, this is more pressing.

If you stick around long enough, you'll see him tie the vine around the rock and then draw the end of the vine through the hole of the branch. A crude morning star, but still his preferred weapon.

Finally, he'll notice you.]


Did you take part in their bawdy games?

Wildcard

I'm open for anything. If you'd like to plot, shoot me a pm!
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like the one before;

[personal profile] gramaire 2023-05-20 05:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The woman who stops just at the entrance to the boarding house is dressed a little more like those in the town proper — a dress barely long enough to cover the tops of her thighs and the curve of her backside, and she's been spending much too long trying to figure out how to even walk in it without exposing something she shouldn't. Perhaps the awkward way in which her hands grip for the hem of the skirt, self-consciously tugging it down further over her legs, is enough of an indication that she is not a local — not the type of person who even appears remotely comfortable in clothing of this nature.

The man before her seems much more covered by comparison, and Ada's gaze flickers to what he's crafting, although she has no frame of reference for what it might be. It occurs to her, then, that she's been asked a question — and the longer the pause that results before her answer, the ruder he might think her to be. ]


No, sir, I find such things are not appropriate for an unmarried woman of my age. [ There is little she has been tasked with these days other than finding a husband, but nothing like the revels today would be considered anything but unseemly for her to engage in, even as far away from home's prying eyes as she is right now. ]

Is it not to your liking either?

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Rikyo Miyoshi 🌀 Handead Anthem 🌀 Niez.

[personal profile] madparade 2023-05-20 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)

01. ) AWAKE

//////////////////////////////// FOREST OUTSKIRTS ////
( Rikyo certainly can't say this isn't thrilling.

While he's no athlete, he's fit enough to be able to run when the spiders swarm. He keeps looking back, nearly desperate to be able to study them, to poke and prod and attempt to discern their true nature.

But the instincts in him cry out for his own survival, and so he runs.

When he reaches the edge of the forest, he doubles over, leaned against a tree.

And he laughs.
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02. ) SPIRAL

//////////////////////////////// TOWN ////
( Rikyo is sort of skinny and wiry, but he's not bad to look at. Just a bit pale, save for the scoop on his face, over his right eye, that sort of makes him resemble a panda.

Some of the people around aren't bad to look at either, but Rikyo seems completely unphased by the nudity. He's fascinated, really, by the festivities and everything all around. He's chattering away at a local as they seem to want to stop the conversation and just drip candle wax on his chest already ...

So when they finally do, Rikyo's eyes immediately half-lid, looking down at his chest and abdomen at the burning patch of red wax.
)

Oh. I ... I see.


03. ) KNOCK 'EM DEAD

//////////////////////////////// BOARDING ////
( He's quick to secure himself a room; the door swings open again just as he's settling onto the bed ... Naked. One leg crossed up on the bed, the other planted on the floor beneath. He doesn't seem bothered at all by the nudity, and is only surprised by the intrusion. )

You might want to knock first next time.

( He says it bluntly, blatantly looking the intruder up and down. )

You'll do. Come in.

( ?????? )


04. ) OOC

//////////////////////////////// ???? ////
( rikyo's mark is on his inner thigh! my interest check comment is here and i'm @ [plurk.com profile] vandalisto if you want to plot or anything. )
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[Well, Nacho's still a little stunned at seeing someone unabashedly naked here, though he really should have gotten used to it by now. His mouth drops open, and he stubbornly keeps his eyes on the other man's face.]

I-- What's that supposed to mean?

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[personal profile] skysfate 2023-05-20 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
○ awakening

[It was a day that went from bad to worse and Sky didn't think that those existed anymore now that Bloom was gone. The last thing he recalled was polishing off the last bit of his bottle of tequila, and the next thing he's lying naked as the day he was born in the middle of some dark ass wood with none of his weapons, alone.

At least the forest wasn't silent. That would be bad news. After a moment of delirium, Sky gets up and attempts to find his bearings. That's when he catches movement. Spiders. By all that is holy, that is a lot of fucking spiders. With a yelp more suited to someone who'd not spent his life training to be a protector of the realm, Sky takes off in the opposite direction, doing his best to shake the little buggers from his legs and arms. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Having lost his bearings again, Sky's rather stoked to find a stream with signs of life in it. Carefully, he bends over the water to see if he can nab a few of the crawdads, that's when he hears the branch crack. His Irish brogue (though not from anywhere near Ireland) sounds out short and quick.]


Come any closer and I'll have you on the ground right quick.

○ every day like the one before

A. [Coming into town naked was only slightly odd for Sky. Back where he is from, Solaria, they might have assumed he'd had his clothes burned off by an enemy, or a fairy with really bad aim. Still, shit happens. Here, he has no idea what's going on, but the further he gets into the town, he realizes that no one seems to be paying any nevermind to him. In fact, they seem rather welcoming.

The fact is, they're showing off more skin than he's seen on some of his favorite late night skinamax shows. Not sure what protocol is for such things, he wanders over to a nice looking older gentleman and mentions that he found himself without clothes. When the man offers him a pair of loosely fitting cotton pants with the sides cut free, Sky finds himself thanking the man profusely. At least the basic are covered.

Moving along with the crowds, Sky finds himself in the middle of a dancing throng. A festivity for their weekly prayer. Moving from one person to another, it's obvious that he's not used to this particular kind of dance and ends up with two left feet than only seem to know how to step all over toes.]


I'm sorry, so fucking sorry. This shit. I can't. I just got here and have no idea what the hell I'm doing.

B. [Finally extracting himself from the earlier revelry, Sky finds himself at another area of the festivities. Standing there clad in only the loose pants he received earlier, he watches as patronages of the people's faith drip wax on one another. Until now he hasn't thought about asking for alcohol, but this might be the best time to try and find some. What the hell kind of fucking religion was this?

He's never been a prude, and has enjoyed sex very much with his girlfriends, but this went a step beyond that. He stood on the outskirts, until several people began to push him towards the wax enthusiasts. ]


Um, excuse me. I'm not so sure that I'm ready for this yet. I know I have a lot of skin for it, but please, I mean. I'm new and --

(ooc: feel free to have your character save him, or talk him into some wax fun)

○ gimme eats and sleeps

[More than happy to have someone escort him from the house of wax to where he'll hopefully be catching more than forty winks and some eats, Sky follows along at a fast clip. What he finds at the end is a little less than he's used to back at Alfea, but not everything can be an expensive college for the elite fairies and specialists of a nation. The young man can't complain though, not when there's a kitchen and room filled with food for everyone. Helping himself, he shoves his face full. A growing young male on the verge of manhood can go through some food.

From there he stomps his way upstairs to realize that the majority of the beds are full. There's a tiny bunk that doesn't even look like it would fit half of his over six foot frame in it. He glances around and notices that people are sharing. This... is not ideal. ]


Fuckitall. Does anyone have room for one more? I don't snore, and I promise to try not to elbow anyone in the middle of the night?

○ wildcard
Anything else you'd like to write, shopping around town? Finding Sky a job to settle into, a place to apply his warrior type skills as a specialist?

[[ooc: Sky's mark is on his right upper chest. We are more than happy to match styles, if there are any questions feel free to PM us here. For the record, while I work on his profile, Sky is 19 (legal), and a specialist (warrior), skilled in swords and hand to hand combat. ]]
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illicitly: (is it still a home when you're all alone)

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[personal profile] illicitly 2023-05-20 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Please don't. I bruise easily.

[It's a lie, of course. Those of his ilk tend to have sturdier bodies and constitutions. Even Nie Huaisang did bruise, he'd probably heal quicker from it than most humans with a bit of focus and regulation of spiritual energy on his part.]

I'm no threat to you, just looking to clean myself up a little. And maybe get a drink of water.

[And to be fair, Nie Huaisang certainly doesn't look like a threat. With his hands raised in a universal, 'I come in peace' gesture and his submissive body language, he seems like someone who could probably be overpowered fairly easily.]

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wanda maximoff | mcu | niez

[personal profile] explosion 2023-05-20 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
1. ON THE HUNT.
[ After fighting off some of the blood-red spiders (they're quite on brand for the Scarlet Witch, come to think of it) and being perturbed momentarily about what she finds and doesn't find in their minds, Wanda heads east. She knows immediately that it's a mistake, but she continues on her trek, determined to see what lies in the east of this new place she's found herself in.

As tempting as it is to lie down and let the ground grow over her, she won't. This is her second (or third) chance. Wanda, despite how self-deprecating she can be, doesn't wish to squander it.

When it becomes harder for her to move, she turns around, but what she's faced with isn't just the woods. Silver streaks through the treetops. The hairs on her arms rise. He's here. She's found him. All Wanda has yearned for is to be reunited with him, and he's here. ]


Pietro!

[ It doesn't occur to her that this is yet another dream-turned-nightmare upon awakening.

Wanda has the mark of Niez on her right hip. ]


2. IN TOWN.
[ Wanda had every intention of tearing a piece of clothing from the line and slipping into it, but when she notes that some of the clothing have tears and holes in them, she can't bring herself to take a long shirt or a dress that appears slightly modest despite its immodesty. She remembers what it had been like to have nothing, how Pietro's shirts were always fraying at the hem and her favourite dresses started to grow tiny holes along the side. Rather than take from people who have so little to give, Wanda plucks a couple of the clothes from the line and sits cross-legged on the ground with them.

She drapes a piece of clothing over her lap and runs her hand gently over it, sealing the large holes shut. Given that the dress in this town is different to what she's used to, she doubts this hole near the armpit had been an intentional design. While some people clearly have nice armpits, she doubts that with the low cuts of these shirts and dresses that had been what they wished to show off.

That's how the family catches her. Luckily for her, she tells them the truth and they hand over an oversized white tunic that drowns her. If anyone else needs a little repair, she's there for it. ]


3. FESTIVAL.
[ Wanda hasn't had a reason to smile for a long time until now. The energy at the festival is contagious. It almost feels like she's back in Sokovia before she lost everything.

Wanda will never say no to a flower crown. She has a crown made of an assortment of flowers that clash with her red hair, but she hardly cares. She lets herself be roped into dancing, easily following their steps as she watches and mimics.

It's when one of the townspeople encourages her to participate in the wax-dripping ceremony that she pauses and turns to the person closest to her. ]


Have you ever had this done before?


4. BOARDING HOUSE.
[ There's so much internal noise coming from the kitchen. Wanda doesn't feel right standing off to the side watching everyone as they work. She ends up in the throng of it, looking around a little bewildered at the townspeople who take to the kitchen almost like a well-oiled machine. (She wouldn't understand what that looks like. The Avengers often seemed like mixing oil and water.)

But she gets involved easily, helping out by moving knives with her mind and making them chop and dice the ingredients while she stands at the stove and stirs one of the pots. The townspeople seem a little cautious at first, but given that the invisible hands working at the tools is only helping them rather than hindering, they seem to be at ease for now with the strangeness. Does Wanda care that her magic is on display? No, not really. A part of her is hoping to be burned at the stake. Another part of her already knows she's been burned with the loss of Tommy and Billy and Vision and Pietro. This is just her trying to use it for good.

Is it cheating if she happens to wave her hand and a dish appears fully cooked? Nah. ]


5. OOC SHIT.
[ Feel free to hit me up with prose if you don't want to action spam! Wanda is from post-Multiverse of Madness. I'm also happy for you to throw anything at me. Please pm if you want to discuss anything!

And Wanda needs a roommate. Her ad: She's cute, she's tidy, she's mother. ]
gingerbeard: is not biologically determined (hey girl a woman's role as caregiver)

in town, slight remix

[personal profile] gingerbeard 2023-05-21 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ cw: kids in proximity to sexual situation, bc i have to torture her with twin boys ]

[ Blight is in attendance with his sons. They enjoy the dancing, or they used to. Now one enjoys it, and the other puts in an hour or two at his father's woodcraft stand before frittering all that money away at other stalls. That's all over and done with for the night. They're not allowed to stay up as late as the festivities will go, a rule that's been in place as long as they've been alive and yet every week, he says it like a reminder.

Once home, Ash and Elan discuss Elan's purchases on the way to their room. Blight's only just illuminated the front room when Ash rushes back out and whispers frantically that there's someone behind the house. Ash is already heading for the back door. Blight catches him and walks them both to his room, where he instructs them to lock it from the inside.

Then, as quietly as possible, he slips out the back. His axe is leaning against the wall. Careless, really. He'll stop doing that. He grabs it up before calling out, ]
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terry silver / cobra kai / diabel

[personal profile] dynatox 2023-05-21 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
awakening ➤ survival
[ Waking up alone in the wilderness is a nightmare Terry's had countless times over the last fifty years. All the wealth and luxury in the world never let him shake that feeling that he's one step away from being back where he was as a young soldier: cold and frightened and staring death in the face. Dreams don't usually feel as real as this, though, and he's certainly never been naked in them before. That plus the mark on his bare shoulder makes him wonder if he's passed away in his sleep and ended up in some specific hell.

He supposes he'd deserve it.

But he doesn't like to sit and wallow in existential fear, and fleeing the spiders snapped him out of laying and waiting for the dream to end like he usually would. Putting his survival skills to good use, he's gathered up some dry sticks and leaves and has managed to make a decent-sizes fire out of them. If he sees some other poor lost soul wandering about, he'll invite them to join him. ]


Come and warm up. I don't bite.

[ Yet. ]

town ➤ arrival
[ Terry observes the weekly prayer with some interest, but doesn't participate. Like many men with too much power for their own good, he thinks he's above religion. One of the locals was kind enough to lend him some clothing, but it's too small for him. Not just skimpy, but clearly made for a man with less stature than him. It's difficult enough to find clothes in his size back home; he suspects he'll have to have something custom-tailored here.

The wax-dripping, on the other hand, was more his speed and he still has bits of dried wax clinging to his chest, made all-too-visible by his inadequate clothing.

He can be seen around town doing any number of activities: observing the locals, looking at the various wares up for sale, or he might even be caught in the act of indulging his masochism with the wax play. ]

boarding house ➤ roommates
[ Once he gets washed up and finds some better-fitting clothing, his next priority is finding a place to stay. While he can rough it if he has to, it's a last resort.

Unfortunately, the only rooms left by the time he gets there all have two beds. He hasn't been stuck with roommates since his stint in rehab back in the 80s, and he got in a good deal of trouble there after roundhouse kicking a guy who liked to talk into the wee hours of the morning. He's more mature than he was back then and doesn't intend on getting into fights about it here - unless they really piss him off.

But he will at least try to be polite, when someone else enters the room. ]


I'm afraid all the singles have been taken, if that's what you're looking for. C'est la vie.

[ There are other double rooms available, so now it's time to vet if this is someone he could tolerate or if he should strongly suggest they look elsewhere. ]

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Awakening

[personal profile] ragnarsson 2023-05-21 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
[Ivar struggled forward one slow step at a time using his arms. He'd woken up without clothes, weapons, or anyone around. But that didn't mean he was going to sit around and wait for someone to help him. Ivar was many things but never helpless despite his body's condition. So off he'd gone, struggling through the wilderness the way he always had, painfully dragging his body with his useless legs along. He'd get to the closest civilization if it took him a week.

When he came upon the old man by the fire, he came forward. He came close enough to feel the warmth, adjusting himself so he was sitting in an upright position and could take some of the weight off of his arms. He gave Terry the onceover, noting the size and age of the man before him. He looked really old to the eyes of someone who came from an era where the typical lifespan meant someone was "old" if they reached fifty. But pretty fit all things considered, and with that large frame, Ivar wouldn't have wanted to be the person who chose to tangle with him.]


You have my thanks. Looks like I'm not the only one stuck out here.

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vlad tepes iii, dracula untold — diabel.

[personal profile] drinksblood 2023-05-21 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
𝔰𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔫.
( this town feels familiar to him in ways some part of him has longed for, unbeknownst to him. everything from the streets, to the lamps, to the very air itself brings back memories that are torn around the edges in ways an old photograph might be that, for a moment, it feels as if he's drifted back in time. a time which he never quite thought he would see or feel again.

the clothes, however, are things that do not quite trigger that longing familiarity of days long past. nevertheless, despite the lack of material or coverage in certain areas, it's not as if he's shy about showing off whatever skin the clothing may not exactly cover entirely and, in vlad's case, it would seem his behind— his ass is left on display for the world behind him. puns aside.

disorienting as it may all be, he stands there on the main street of the town, amidst the many people moving about, and stares off towards the castle that sits there within the distance. how familiar. )


And who do you suppose lives there?



𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔫𝔢𝔯.
( it has been some time since he's taken to sharing board with another — since sharing anything, for that matter. where years have blurred together to become all the same to him no matter how much time passes, he is left there, watching the townspeople within the kitchen preparing food for those who have stumbled there way here... into this very strange world.

none of it he finds appealing, though it doesn't necessarily repulse him either. a distant nonchalance, when the plate of food is handed to him, he stares. quiet. smile so soft and faint, cool fingers gently take the plate with a quiet murmurs of thanks.

of course, he's not to indulge in such things and so, rather, to anyone who may be there, he simply hands the plate off to them, instead. to you. )


Best to not let it go to waste.



𝔢𝔱𝔠.
( if prose is more your style, feel free to respond in that and i'll be happy to match. vlad will typically be kept to the shadows or out more during the night because, well. dracula. questions or wildcard ideas, feel free to shoot me a pm. )
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[personal profile] pigeonblood 2023-05-21 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ Genya is pondering up at the castle, a hand splayed over her collarbone. She's allowed the cheerful din around her to lull her into a sort of trance. The windows are lit. Sometimes that light flickers, but it's too far away to tell if it's from someone crossing in front of it or merely the natural display of a hearth-sat fire. Are they "praying" in there too? If so, then what does it look like? And if not, what does that mean for the people down here?

Her reverie breaks with the musing beside her, her fixed stare shaken loose with a blink. Genya glances to him before returning her attention to the castle. Beholding it matter of factly, this time. ]


The Duchess. [ She asked around. People weren't quite as forthcoming as they were with information on the prayer. Granted, she didn't sense that it was for any deliberate avoidance of the subject. Nobody but nobles actually wants to talk politics at a party. ]

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Ianthe Tridentarius | The Locked Tomb | Diabel

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[Awakening] (cw: self harm)

Unexpected. Inconvenient. Irritating.

Ianthe would dwell on the implications of what it took to get her to wherever here was later. Observe, adapt, and deal with the matter at hand... which was a lot of spiders, her own nudity, and an intense thanergetic signature to the east. Well, that was where the spiders were heading. Time to see what was drawing them.

Unconcerned about the spiders, Ianthe headed eastward into the darkening wood. Along the way, she paid enough attention to any larger thalergenic energy signatures so none could sneak up upon her, but she was multitasking. The nudity was going to be an issue, and with no clothing in sight, she was going to have to make her own. Or some facsimile thereof.

She needed bone - bone that wasn't from her right arm that was already skeletal, as she wasn't sure if that would regenerate like the rest of her body would. Ianthe was a little vain about that arm and the memory that was associated with it. Ah... she needed to not get distracted by the delicious heat and pain and agony and intimacy that came with that. No, she needed bone from elsewhere.

With a grunt of pain, Ianthe reached down to her kneecap and dug her fingers into her own flesh. Quickly extracting the bone from her body was child's play; the skin, muscle, tendons, and ligaments peeling away underneath her touch as though she wielded a scalpel. Blood spilled briefly down her lower leg until she pulled the kneecap free, and her lyctor regeneration rapidly closed the wound up and rebuilt the missing bone, connecting it properly, so the only evidence something had happened to her knee with the blood upon her skin.

"Good boy, Babs," Ianthe muttered to herself as she turned the bloodstained bone over in her hands and flexed her knee to make sure everything was in place. Her bone magic was... adequate at best, but she'd seen Harrowhark manipulate bone and add it to her body more than enough times to separate the bone into two, draw it out, shape it, and fasten it about her body to fashion a kind of bikini of bone. It was far from the elegant garment Harrowhark would make but it would do and, to be fair, it wasn't as if anything would really flatter her body; she wasn't the hot twin, after all.

Bone bikini made, Ianthe wiped the remaining blood off her hand onto her thigh and continued eastward. By the time she arrived at the edge where that thanergetic signature was coming from, some spiders had hitched a ride on Ianthe, but she didn't care. She only had eyes for the Void.

Stopping short of entering the unfathomable darkness, Ianthe grinned at it. "Hello there," she said, reaching her normal arm out toward it as one would the cheek of a lover. As tempting as it was to go closer, the Void reminded her too much of a Resurrection Beast to be drawn into it. At least for today. She'd study this phenomena for a while before going back the way she came in search of civilization.

[Weekly Prayer]

This town was a bit on the ancient side, even further back in manner than the time of the Resurrection. Even the Emperor's old music was cutting edge technology to what Ianthe could see in the town. Moving through the town, she was able to charm a young woman into giving her a pair of sandals, and soon was approached by some enthusiastic people both concerned and fascinated by her skeletal arm. Hoping that her participation in their prayer, dripping wax across the exposed golden bone, would beseech their god to help heal, Ianthe saw an opportunity.

"Such prayers for me are unnecessary as I am Prince Ianthe Naberius, the Saint of Awe, and God's Right Hand. He has sent me to walk amongst you and observe your pious ways, so that I may aid in adjusting any indiscretions," she proclaimed boldly to the small group around her. It was hard to tell how many of them bought her bit seeing as she had the mark of the diabel partially visible on her buttcheek (she didn't know it was there), but some seemed to take that as an invitation to stoke their reverence and prayers to a higher level, drawing her in with enthusiasm to participate.

With one of the candles in her skeletal hand, she turned to a participant next to her and took their hand in her normal one. Wax dripped up the person's exposed arm to the shoulder and down along the clavicle. "Praise be to the Undying King," she murmured, eyes flicking up to meet those of her current partner.

[Roomies]

Precious time had been lost trying to get into the castle. These people didn't understand her importance and how insulting it was to expect her to shack up with all the other people. She deserved a proper room in the castle, a private audience with this Duchess, and some damn answers. None of these were forthcoming.

When Ianthe finally came to Boarding House, she gathered herself a plate from whatever was left of the food and quickly found that she couldn't find an empty room all for herself. Well, fuck.

"Get out," she demanded of the person in the next room, as though her order would be followed without question.
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She would have turned to look right into the black reflective surfaces of a pair of black glasses of the man next to her. He too was wearing sandals, but on top of that he seemed to have found a tank top and trousers (mesh), tied with a belt, and the strange black eyewear that he was wearing even in the darkness of the surrounding night.

"I can't help but overhear..." He said, head turning so it was apparent that he was looking at that skeletal arm even though his eyes couldn't quite be seen.

Yet the question that came out of his mouth was instead, "Are you a prince or princess?" Because, hiding one's gender wasn't a possibility when the other person wasn't exactly well covered up.

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[personal profile] kyvanon 2023-05-21 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)
pajak wood.
( he thinks he drank himself unconscious.
 
the fact that he's nude means little, the nausea even less. what's different, however, is the rustling of the foliage and the familiar call of the woods. had he wandered too far from the city? rode caraxes out beyond the shores and fallen? daemon almost scoffs at the idea even as he runs a hand through his hair, pushing strands of it out of the way and ignoring the leaves caught in its ends. later, he would deal with it. right now, he must concern himself with this
getting to his feet, he only moves far enough to gauge the sun and the time. midday, perhaps. and that's exactly when he notices it: the quick crawl of the ground moving towards him. 

at first, daemon doesn't flee. he is no coward, and facing whatever manner of creature threatens to attack him has him standing his ground. even the massive number of them is no cause to waver, but after a moment, he turns and moves quickly through the trees and branches, ignoring the pain of stepping on rocks and sticks with bare feet. at the very least, he needs a weapon, and then, he will best anything and everyone that comes across his path.
 
when that happens, there are a few possibilities: 
( a ) he will have already found some of the sticks and rocks to be used, tossing something that looks like a makeshift spear at your feet as if recruiting you without saying a single word


( b ) it's been long enough that he's set up a makeshift camp and has a fire going, crouched next to it and still mostly naked. there might also be some of the spiders' blood smeared across his face and in his white-blond hair, creating a rather alarming appearance.

( c ) daemon will save you from these demons, big or small. but it might come at a later price.


regardless, he will eventually travel far enough to find others who might be willing to hold a conversation. )

everyday + room & board.
( he makes his rounds.
 
the town, though unfamiliar, reminds him somewhat of king's landing. or, rather, the finer points of flea bottom and some of the markets he's visited on occasion. there is a moment he is almost homesick as he discovers what this place has to offer, but daemon brushes it off and ignores what little feelings he has for his old home before turning his attention to the locals.
 
mingling with them is easy enough. some of them look at him with a recognizable hunger and others with an almost dismissive air. none, he finds, know the name targaryen in this place, and it irks him that he must no longer be somewhere within the known world. the details he's given are few and far between, but he may loiter near a wax dripping ceremony as if contemplating its merits and sealing his like among the townspeople.
 
afterward, when he's grown exhausted of pleasantries, daemon navigates his way to the board house that's been designated for them. he hasn't any care to speak to anyone there, finding the first available room and eyeing the contents of it as he enters. there's a frown as he stares at whoever happens to already be inside, arms at a neutral place by his sides. )
 

Get out. ( the demand is firm, and if that isn't enough, he's still very much naked. )

wildcard.
( i'm very much open to any other sort of scenarios if anyone wants to play around with those! pm this account if you'd like to plot out stuff. not 100% on canon point, so flexible. will also match whatever style. )
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Room & Board

[personal profile] ragnarsson 2023-05-22 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
[Ivar had been quick to claim a room on the first floor of the boarding house. He wasn't about to deal with the struggles of trying to get up and down the stairs of the other floors every day. He was busy sharpening the crude stone knife he'd made in the woods into something more well-crafted when the strange man ordered him out as if he was a dog lying in his path.

His ice-blue eyes glared at the stranger, noting he was naked for only a few seconds before he looked back up. Without even thinking about it he flipped the knife around in his dominant hand into a position ready for a fight.]


I think not.

[It wasn't obvious at first glance that Ivar couldn't walk given he was sitting down on the bed but a closer look would reveal strips of cloth tied tightly around the pair of pants he'd been given to keep his useless limbs from flopping about.]

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johanna mason | the hunger games (wilk, cw: drug use mention, hallucinations)

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AWAKENING (A)

[ the woods remind her of home, but she knows the danger that they hold even if you know them well. johanna lies still for a moment or two, trying to gather her thoughts as her fingertips dig into the earth, attempting to ground herself as the world spins and nausea roils in the pit of her stomach. all she can recall about the time before she woke up is being drunk and alone in her house, but nothing about ending up in the woods.

which, and she's not sure how she's able to tell aside from knowing she would never wander into the woods naked, sober or not, she's sure isn't the woods surrounding the victor's village.

after a minute or two she pushes herself up, limbs still shaky as she stands, looking around. the moment she's steady the ground seems to ripple beneath her feet. she freezes, not wanting to move and startle something into attacking, but then pinpricks of black start to swarm up her legs and she shrieks, suddenly seeing water in place of soil (or spiders), and then she runs. ]


AWAKENING (B)

[ eventually she comes to a stop, once the ground looks more green and brown instead of grey and black. she scrubs her hands hard over her skin, fingers digging harder at the track mark scars when she thinks she sees spiders burrowing in, and eventually straightens when she sees more smears of dirt and spider corpses instead of spots.

she's still unsteady as she straightens, but the first thing she focuses is a bush in front of her, bearing fruit in the form of ripe berries. she stagger-walks until she's close enough to get a better look, and once she's sure they're the type that won't kill her or make her sick, she pulls a handful free and shoves them into her mouth. juice bursts in her mouth, across her palm, and down her wrist as she eats, pulling another handful free and enjoying them with the same vigor.

she stiffens upon hearing footsteps behind her, and there's a look over her shoulder with a raised eyebrow. she doesn't seem concerned with the fact that she's been caught gorging, or that she's naked save for the berry juice staining her mouth and skin. ]


These are safe. [ in case that wasn't clear. ] There's more if you want any.

LIKE THE ONE BEFORE

[ eventually, she finds her way into town, juice still staining her skin and mouth. the stream hadn't made her hallucinate or scream once she'd seen it, which is progress, but she still doesn't harbor much desire to go near it and risk either if she gets too close. coming upon the town she's reminded briefly of the capitol, mostly because of how everyone's dressing. it has the heir of a pageant or celebration, but the people themselves remind her more of those in her home district. a mother comes across her, startled at first when she sees the stains of red and thinks they're blood, but takes her wrist with a gentle hand and offers to take her back to her home to get clean. she doesn't question it when she asks for a damp cloth instead of using anything with running water (if they've even got that in this place), and she eventually emerges in a sheer oversized shirt, belted around the waist, and a pair of shoes, the woman smiling as she sees her off and tells her to be safe.

despite the kindness of the woman and some others who she encounters (a woman who offers her a suspiciously phallic shaped biscuit, a man who offers her a scarf that gets tied around her wrist), she's still wary about participating until she comes across a booth where the vendors are weaving flower crowns. the florist smiles at her and offers her the start of one and a sprig of flowers, asking if she'd like to join in. ]


Okay. Yeah.

[ time passes quickly as she works on the crowns, displaying obvious skill as she weaves smaller flowers and greenery alongside the larger blooms. eventually there's a stack of three or four in front of her as she works on another, shaking her head as the florist hands another to a passing patron. ]

I can't believe you're not selling these.

ROOM & BOARD

[ the woman from earlier finds her still at the booth, smiling as johanna hands her the nicest crown she's worked on all day, and guides her to the boarding house. she stays a few moments, showing her where the kitchen and rooms are before heading back to her own home, and johanna lingers in the kitchen, gathering a small feast for herself before finding an unoccupied table to sit and eat. she lingers a while after most have left, trying to scrounge up a bottle of wine that she's willing to share if she gets any help.

once she's had her fill, she heads upstairs, listening at doorways for people already inside before eventually finding an empty one and stretching out on one of the beds. she's barely shut her eyes before the door opens again and she huffs, opening her eyes to glare at the newcomer. ]


Sorry. [ she sounds anything but. ] This one's taken.

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( it's been more than a few hours since jaskier awoke in this place; he's now tired, bruised and above all else more hungry than parched. he's found a large enough rock to carry with him in defense, walks slowly through the brush while looking for creatures to hurl his weapon at before making his escape.

he hears the young woman before he sees her, bent over near a bush of berries and -- indulging. jaskier's stomach growls loudly, announcing his presence as he watches the scene before him with a tinge of jealousy that he didn't find the bush first.
) Are you sure?

( then again, he's making his way over to pluck a berry from the bush to pop into his mouth after a quick look over. the worst that could happen is that he dies a painful death by berry, not by spider. preferable, that. though he'd rather not die at all, thank you. )

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Pajak Wood

[ Leah has some experience with nightmares. It’s been a long time since she’s had one where she’s woken up with nothing but her own skin and cool dirt under her nails, but she isn’t dead—she checks her pulse to be sure, two fingers pressed flush to her jugular—and a body can do a whole lot of things if you aren’t dead. There’s an odd mark on her left wrist, in the place where Matthew’s bracelet used to settle, but she moves past that. There are more pressing issues.

She gets to her feet. And then she moves back into the woods, sure-footed and silent. She’ll watch from the shadows, marking anyone she notices from a distance—watching, watching, watching, but not approaching, or attempting to hide her nakedness. There’d hardly be a point in that.

She doesn’t bother hiding the stick she’s sharpened to a fine, brutal edge, either. That she holds loosely in her hand. And if someone happens to wander closer on their own, ignoring the sharp-eyed way she’s been observing everything around her—well.

Her head cocks, like a dog. ]


How do you think that’s going to end?

[ Her voice is soft, and a little distant. Like she’s unused to speaking, or hasn’t done it for a while. ]

Town Gate

[ Here, just as before, Leah hangs back. She scales a tree, in the meantime, pulling herself up onto the higher branches for a better look. And as before, she makes no move to cover herself or her scars. She exists, and she has a task to complete, and anything else is simply noise to be dismissed.

But. There is a gate, and there are guards, and there comes a point when acting alone ceases to provide the tactical advantage. ]


You.

[ You, stranger, who happens to be walking underneath her tree. ]

You should go talk to them.

Room and Board

[ At this point, she’s found a pair of modest trousers and what feels like a woman’s shirt—stolen reflexively when she ducked into an unlocked room and simply took them, and left. The scavenger’s rule. She needed, wanted, and took.

The world is simple. She didn’t think twice about it.

The sandals she’s wearing, however, were given to her. She intends to replace them with boots when she gets the chance, but there are other concerns first. Food, mainly. And weapons. She’s in the process of snagging jerky, things that will hold, that she can secret away and horde for herself, when someone else walks in—and she goes very still.

There’s no weapon in her hand—yet. But the stillness is an animal quiet: she doesn’t intend to give ground, and she’ll defend what she’s found.

More importantly, she doesn’t intend to share. But she will stare down whoever happens to wander in, unblinking, until one of them flinches first. ]


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He hadn't expected to see her, of all people, naked in the woods.

He's seen her naked before, but never out in the elements like this. Like he is.

"Well, shit. They got you, too? Sneaky motherfuckers, whatever they are."

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Dr. Herbert West - Bride of ReAnimator CRAU

[personal profile] tolife 2023-05-23 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ CW: Drug mentions, and murder.]

NO PLACE LIKE HOME
[ The last thing Herbert remembered was being jumped leaving the hospital. He was supposed to head home and continue his research but being murdered by the local drug dealers really put a damper on those plans. He should have left well enough alone, but Herbert knew death was never permanent in the city, so it was no shock when he awoke.

What was a shock, however, was waking up naked in the woods instead of the penthouse. Did the city even have woods? Pushing up, he felt a sense of horror at two things. One, his contacts were gone, and he was very naked. Both things that made his blood run cold. On the best of days, Herbert was uncomfortable in his own skin, but this was worse with his body bare. More so with the tattoo from a drunken night on display on his right arm. The scientist's curse mark of Diabel on his left arm in nearly the same spot on his upper bicep.

Still, he knew staying in the woods was a terrible idea. Standing, he moved quietly along as best he could with extremely blurry vision.

Stomping one or two of the spiders, when he realized they were close to him, turned out to be the worst idea. A blob of red dropping nearby, his instincts kicked into high gear. An almost girly shriek coming from the doctor as he started to run as quickly as his short legs could take him. ]


EVERY DAY LIKE THE ONE BEFORE
[ How Herbert even made it to town, who knew? Maybe pure stubbornness. He looked as annoyed as a wet cat. His black hair messy, and a killer headache from his lack of glasses. This was a moment he was glad he had whined himself off of his reagent. Withdrawal would have been so much worse on top of this.

A few moments spared in his indigence to inquire with the guards where one could get a pair of spectacles nearby. Being allowed inside, he made his way silently through the streets, a little put off by all the revealed skin, and the clothing options. This wasn't the city at all. Where the hell was he?

It was only once he saw a yard with some clothes drying. Nearly everything looked too big, well aside one item... Beggars couldn't be choosers, and thieves even less so. Snatching the long tunic dress and tugging it on quickly as he exited the yard. He almost hated how well it fit, but at least he was covered.

Even if being covered hid his mark and might have gotten him some odd looks. He didn't care, he was giving plenty of judging looks himself as he watched the festivities.]


ROOM AND BOARD
[ When the night was finally winding down, and the kind soul who lead him to the boarding house had left, Herbert found himself a room. If there was a roommate or not, didn't matter. All that mattered at the moment was sitting down and trying to get his head to stop throbbing. First thing in the morning he would go out and find that glassblower, and find a means to pay them. Nothing in life was free, and he certainly didn't have his bank account here.]

WILDCARD
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every day like the one before.

[personal profile] broyonce 2023-05-24 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ dirk had, for once in his life, followed all of the rules. he's gotten better at it, overall, after being in his own head long enough.

so his clothes are still pretty stupid: short shorts, a drape he's wearing more like a shawl, and a pair of round dark glasses even though it's not bright out at all.

he does arch an eyebrow though, at the fully-attired man, because he well knows by now that if someone's dressed like that, they did some stealing.

and that expression... boy, are all his bullying instincts kicking in. ]


Y'look like someone shoved an entire lemon up y'ass, y'gonna be alright over there?

This is brilliant, omg.

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dirk "bro" strider. homestuck. wilk.

[personal profile] broyonce 2023-05-23 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
a rude awakening.

[ it's not like dirk's never woken up somewhere feeling like he got hit by a crowbar to the back of the head. it's the fact that it clears so easily once he's sat up that really gets to him. the naked thing, not so much: he doesn't really have anything to hide. so he stands, and stretches, and listens to his body when it comes to seeing if there are any new wounds he should be taking care of.

no, surprisingly. so the biggest problem is someone took his fucking sword.

he's up and about and looking for anything remarkable or even memorable about where he is when the spiders come. he doesn't say anything, simply stares down at them from where he's perched on a rock, then steps down and starts walking in the opposite direction that the spiders are heading. he doesn't have fucking time for that.

what he does have time for is to get to work when he starts finding supplies, twisting together a basket from the bendier sticks and leaves he can find. all those times running away as a kid and trying to get by in the woods and shit comes in handy.

by the time anyone stumbles upon him though, he'll be crouched by the stream, basket by his side heaping with still-wriggling crawdads. he's in the middle of tossing another one into it before he looks up at anyone approaching, then jabs a thumb down at the pile. ]


Welcome t'some if y'want 'em, but cook 'em first or you'll get fuckin' brain worms.

[ not even a hello. there's a small pile of fire supplies nearby, and another basket that's lined with leaves and looks like, if kept full of enough water that it doesn't catch flame, it could be used to boil something in.

he's absolutely covered in scars from head to toe, including a real solid through-and-through the center of his chest that says more than his mouth does. ]



sometimes you should play nice.

[ ages ago, dirk might've hopped the walls or tried to shank a guard to get into the town. it's not ages ago though, and he steps into the town like it's a normal day and nothing is wrong. his expression is impassive but sharp; he doesn't have his shades to cover his eyes here, at least not yet.

he might've stolen clothes before too, but fuck it, he can put on the charm and see what it gets him.

what it gets him: a pair of shorts that don't so much as hit mid-thigh and a pair of round, dark glasses after he'd oh so casually mentioned his failing eyesight to one of the townspeople. he softens the look with a draped scarf on top, but it's fine. not like he has any modesty, it was more the concept of running around with his dick out like a jiggling smuppet nose that was bugging him.

there's a mark on his left bicep that may as well brand him but he's not sure yet what it means and he's not in the mood to ask directly to find out. so he ends up seated in a chair like he's on a massage table, listening to people's chatter as he lets some young thing drip elegant whorls of wax all along his back.

should someone walk by even a smidge too fast though, he'll reach out and snatch their wrist with a gentle tug and a low drawl. ]


If y'want t'figure things out, take a seat. Ain't no rush.

[ he hasn't even lifted his head. ]

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play nice.

[personal profile] exaltruistic 2023-05-23 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
( It's not like Ko has somewhere to be; he stops in his tracks, watching as the aforementioned young thing pours wax across his back. He swallows hard, gently removes his cold, necrotic hand from Dirk's grip.

His face colors a bit at the sight. Good thing his head is down.
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Is that what you're doing? Figuring things out?

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