( it's the first of october- and truthfully, who knows how long it's been since the day she walked out of it'z quite the large world after only riding it once. she knows magic is real, she saw the man in white make flowers out of nothing and tie them to her wrist- how she keeps them still, carefully tends to the delicate petals and refuses to let anything happen to it- and she knows she'd seen something in the water.
but time has made her doubt her memory, so into the boat she goes once more, foolishly alone.
she sits calmly as they dance and sing, up until the sound cuts out just as harshly as before. and then she starts to sing a wordless tune to herself- something soft and comforting, a few cues from kanade's own composing- up until she sees that the animatronics seem to be saying something: 'help us'. at which point, mafuyu sits up properly and begins to sing in earnest; something to offer them comfort and safety just as much as herself. and something holds it's breath.
the animatronics watch as if they're enraptured- not a movement or a sound... or at least, not until she pauses to take a breath. then they shake in place, almost aggressively, and something grabs the boat and moves it. it's not hard to see they want her to continue, and despite the heavy pit in her stomach and how cold it feels, she tries again... and again, and again, until her voice gives out and whatever is listening refuses to quiet anymore.
the animatronics tilt their heads back in odd angles with their jaws open as they sing her song right back at her so loud it hurts-
and mafuyu awakens floating on her back in the lake. )
a. awaken - 10/03
( somehow mafuyu makes it to the shore undisturbed. ... she'll need to take a shower. as it is, she's shivering in her soaked clothes and her throat is killing her, truth be told. but that's not a surprise. she just... doesn't understand. how did she get to the lake? there's an itchy feeling on her neck, too. what happened?
hugging herself, mafuyu stumbles a bit and tries to get back to her cabin as soon as po... ah. no. the ferris wheel's probably stopped by now... but kanade's is the first, right? she'll probably let her stay in her cabin for the day. but first she really should at least... get to the showers and probably purchase new clothes for now. ... was... the sky always so cloudy?
with a rough, raspy voice, mafuyu tries to call out- )
Hello? Is anyone there?
b. burn
( following her rediscovery, mafuyu is... quieter than usual. even when tending to her ranchu, careful to wrap her hands in cloth when she sprinkles food in for it, she feels... empty, honestly. deadrabbit sits on her bed still, but after deadrabbit speaks again...
...
she doesn't want to be alone. so even if she has nothing much to say, if she can't be with kanade, mafuyu seems to follow along after the others trapped in the park. sometimes, the rabbit gets to come with her, carefully tucked into her arms. )
c. calling
( all things considered, mafuyu wants nothing to do with the lake- or with it'z quite the large world, she doesn't dare go back in again. not alone, anyways. but she sees the lights flashing in the depths, and sometimes... sometimes others check to see it. so she stands and waits for a sign-
which is how you may find yourself being pulled to the surface, possibly even dragged to the shallows before helped to your feet. when mafuyu speaks, it's quiet- she hasn't had the energy to play the good girl since her return. )
... Are you alright?
d. deluge
( in all honesty, she's not sure what to make of the halloween festivities being prepared. but it's something to do that isn't being waterboarded voluntarily or whatever else this place deigns to do to them, so. whatever, yeah, she'll do this.
... she's just not sure what to carve, really. sitting at a bench with the pumpkin and the purple candle before her, she stares blankly for a while before sighing. )
What's even the point?
e. enter
YUKI has posted in the group chat: Park Guests
I think something is watching us. I saw part of the window to my cabin fog up, like someone was close to it. It was too dark to see what it was though.
( totally not awful or anything.
f. wildcard
( your wildcard option! there's lots, considering the notes from plotting! i just didn't think i could fit everything i wanted without this being even longer. )
[What Noah is carving into his pumpkin is unimportant. Don't worry about it. (It appears to be a very delicate natal chart from memory, but again, that's not the point.)
What is the point, you ask? Well, when you walk by, perhaps with your own pumpkin, Noah... very helpfully hurls a fistful of pumpkin guts your way. He's not trying to be mean, more like he's a barely-adult trying to start the Halloween equivalent of a food-fight. It's festive!
What're you gonna do? Let him get away with smearing pumpkin guts into your hair? One should think not! Laughing, Noah reaches into the pile of guts on the pavement next to him and lines up another throw.
Hi. Hello. You will play with him now. :)]
★ The Magician
[Noah still can't get into the cirque tent, which means he's had to move his fortune-telling business elsewhere. He's commandeered a booth from one of the Masks for this purpose, one that's situated in-between a couple of the food stalls. A hastily-painted sign leaning against the front of the stall reads "FORTUNE TELLING :)" in Noah's somewhat-sloppy handwriting, and the whole thing is covered in enough glitter for the sunset light to blind you if you walk by at just the right angle.
Usually, he offers tarot card readings, but his deck is away today. What he's offering today is—]
Stella dice readings! For the low, low price of free, you can know your fate! Probably!
[He's getting really good at sounding like a carnival barker the longer he stays here.
Three dice are sitting on the table before him in blue, purple, and yellow. One dice is marked with the symbols for planetary bodies, another with horoscope signs, and the third simply with numbers. One almost wonders how these simple tools can be used to divine the future. Noah's quite eager to show you, and if you even so much as pause to look at him, he'll shoot you a massive smile and make "come here" motions with his hands.
You cannot escape. He has Seen you. And he'll complain, loudly, if you leave without stopping by.]
★ The Tower cw: drowning & death. yes i am seriously killing noah on month 2 of the game.
[Noah sees those lights flickering under the water, and of course — being who he is — he thinks they're quite suspicious. That something's under there, that he can probably find out what it is and deal with it. After all, it's just a lake. How deep can it be?
Ha.
He rents one of the boats and heads out onto the lake, paddling out some several feet before the swan boat capsizes and sends him under. No problem, he thinks, preparing to swim to the surface — he might've just gotten the worst boat ever, or whatever's under the lake might've decided to spite him in that moment. It's not a big deal.
Until it is. Inky hands grab at his clothing, at his hair, and drag him back under. Noah thrashes and flails, managing to pull himself over the surface again for a split second, gasping for air...
...
He does not resurface.
Water fills his lungs and he grows dizzy, weak, unable to muster the energy to thrash. When his Moonstone rewinds time, you might feel it, a whole 8 seconds of deja-vu, as if you said that same sentence or took that same bite of food already. That 8 seconds isn't enough to save his life after he dies the first time, but he remembers it — drowning once, and then reliving it again a full 8 seconds later.
...
When you next see Noah, it's him exiting the Ferris Wheel the next morning, looking tired and confused. Everything seems to be intact, though, other than the fact his Moonstone didn't work at full capacity. He looks troubled, though, brow knit, like maybe that cheerful mask he always wears might finally be starting to crack.]
[ Even if Mizuki hadn't woken up in the lake, it wouldn't have been all that hard to get him to in it. Mizuki's attracted to the creepiness, in much the way someone might want to play a horror game, but more than that, he just likes being in the water. Saltwater is preferrable, of course, but he's happy to just float along the surface of the lake for a while.
Or, so he thought.
Mizuki isn't easy to hold, as he can very easily slip out of tight spaces, but the amount of hands that attempt to grab him in that time end up still dragging him under. They grab his rain poncho and his ankles and his wrists, and there's perhaps way more thrashing about than Mizuki would like to admit. It's not that he'll drown — the water is easily breathable down here for him — but no one would like being dragged like he is. Slipping out of hands, he's able to swim a couple inches back for the surface, only to be tugged down even further again. This tug of war goes on for some time, until he can no longer see around him. But at least the hands have let him go?
Hm.
Very quietly, in a voice that echoes in equal parts haunting and ethereal — a siren's voice, he calls out into the darkness. ]
Was all this just meant to make me feel uneasy?
[ …
Mizuki loses his orientation in the darkness fairly easily, so trying to swim back to the surface is a bit of a hassle, but there's eventually a very disgruntled jellyfish pulling himself onto the shoreline, wringing out some of the water from his hair. But overall? He seems fine. He won't be unkind if you want to check on him, though. ]
☾ Is followed by the brand new morning light
[ If you happen to be coming away from the pumpkins with one in your hand, you very well might just have one entire Mizuki suddenly in your personal bubble. He might be hooking his arms around yours — who's to say. He seems excited! And what kind of weirdo just approaches strangers like this— ]
Do you need some help with that??
[ — one that doesn't have the means to get his own pumpkin, apparently. ]
☾ Wildcard
hmu if y'all wanna plot something specific w/ this loser <33
[Shiemi had been staring at the two pieces of paper that had appeared in her hands when she awoke that morning. They were so familiar that she knew what they were even before she had looked at them. Her heart ached, but pounded with excitement at the same time.
She could summon Nee now!
She hadn't been able to before, but maybe with the summoning papers, she would be able to concentrate better and she could have her friend back!
Of course, she'd need to remember to keep Nee away from Mini Nee...
Shaking her head, Shiemi tucks her legs under her so she could get a little more comfortable on the mattress. She had drawn the sigil on one piece of paper, deciding to keep the other blank in case of an emergency. Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, she concentrated on everything she had on the sigil and the magic on the paper for Nee.]
II. Datura
[There was something about the lake that Shiemi didn't like to begin with. She never had a reason to dislike it, but every time she passed it there had always been a sinking —hah— feeling in the pit of her stomach and she had just avoided it altogether.
Now she stood nearby, a hand clinging to the front of her kimono as she watched the shimmering lights underneath the surface. With every flicker of light, she could feel the hair on the back of her neck stand up on end.
Something wasn't right about it.]
III. Nightshade tw: vampirism
[Shiemi had never felt hunger like this before. It wasn't like a knife twisting in her stomach on days that she had gotten so busy she had skipped a meal or two. Not this kind of hunger felt cold, mind-numbing, and clawed at her throat as if she was parched for water, but nothing would satisfy.
Shiemi, having gone through more food than she was comfortable confessing and tossing them away in one bite or two when she felt sick, now sat on the floor near the bathroom by the food stalls.
[ The first two days, Kanade is absolutely in shambles.
As a friend, she feels awful. Mafuyu's disappeared, and to where - she doesn't know. It sends waves of panic rolling through her body, and she isn't sure where to even start. Worry sets in her eyes and while she doesn't scream or shout, she instead puts all of her efforts into frantically searching.
She can be found attempting to ride each of the amusement park rides twice, although she finds herself lingering at It'z Quite the Large World, pausing when she hears the all too familiar notes. ]
That song — Mafuyu...?
[ Again, and again, and again she goes trying to see if she can check the ride for her. But all it leads to is completely drenched clothes and bags under her eyes. She certainly hasn't been taking care of herself to eat or sleep while Mafuyu's gone, but nobody needs to know that. Shh. ]
♫ [b]occa della verità
[ While Kanade herself seems to be better when Mafuyu returns, the lack of sleep definitely has done... well, let's just say that it hasn't been a good time for her.
But she's pulled herself together after a while before opting to check out the lake. She looks at the flashing lights; rhythmic. Immediately, Kanade finds herself memorizing the pattern. The compulsion is there, to step forward but -
...
She can't. If she loses herself here, if anything happens, then how can she save anyone? She takes a step back. But if she sees something moving, the worry comes right back in full force.
In she goes. ]
♫ bitter [c]hoco decoration
[ On most days, Kanade can be found at the Show-TuneZ Stadium, playing on her piano.
There are an array of variousdifferentsongs that she's playing, many of them familiar to her.
But then she finds herself playing something new, trying to figure out a set of chords that would fit the melody. People might notice that she's experimenting; going through both major and minor progressions. She also seems to be writing down notes as well while she plays, but generally seems to be quiet. Don't mind her. ]
♫ kana[d]etomosusora
[ To be honest, Kanade isn't sure about celebrating Halloween. And outside of music, she just... isn't really good at most things. But she sure as hell will try her best.
And her best is.
Uh.
Not necessarily great, given that her carving is pretty sloppy. But eventually she puts a candle in, and finds herself just floating. Away she goes...! ]
♫ wildcard
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[Drowning isn't a new experience for him. It is also something he actively went out of his way to experience, so waking up underwater with no recollection of how he got there or where he was, was definitely a way to start his morning.
Night?
It was a little hard to tell what time it was.
Regardless, he shouldn't spend too long here, especially with whatever was in here with him. It didn't seem friendly, and he didn't feel like finding out if it was or not. Especially now that he's noticed it watching him this whole time.
No, thank you.
Amizeth parted his lips, trying to feel which way the bubbles surfaced, and began kicking in that direction. When he got to the surface, he took a second to orient himself towards the shore, then began swimming in the direction of an...
Amusement park?
Crawling out of the water, Amizeth began to cough in an attempt to get any water out of his lungs and air back into them. His long white hair clung to his face, along with the heavy weight of his coat, making it hard to move and see. He pushed himself up to his knees, crawling a few feet away from the water before collapsing onto his back.
He needed a second.]
☽ Droplets of Starlight
[Now that he was no longer heaving up water, Amizeth found his way toward one of the picnic benches, and after some time of making sure it was as clean as it was going to get, he removed his coat and draped it over the table to dry.
He sat down on the bench, wringing out the water in his hair and wishing he had a comb.
He can question where he was later.]
☽ Wildcard
[Hi there. Hit me something. Anything. I don't bite. :)]
[Plucking himself out of a mostly-black lake isn't the weirdest thing to happen to him. So he'd say, anyway, though as far as Abnormalities go, this one seems to be quite troublesome to deal with.
How did he get underwater in the first place?
...
Perhaps that's not the point. Perhaps the point is that there is an Abnormality coming for him, and he needs to swim to the surface and see if he can't get out of this in one piece. He's not a strong swimmer, exactly, and so he barely makes it, kicking off a slimy black hand right as he crawls up onto the shoreline with something of an irritated expression. That expression rather quickly melts away when he sees just where he is.
If he's still in the Facility, he doesn't know where he is within it, which is a problem. There isn't a thing within the Facility that the Information Team captain doesn't know, and when he scans his data banks for additional information... he finds nothing on amusement park-type Abnormalities. Not a single thing.]
Lovely.
[Perhaps this is where you stumble across a man in a full suit and sweater, waterlogged and sitting on the shore, clearly not dressed for a fun time at an amusement park. In fact, he's armed as well, pulling two pistols from his inner blazer pockets and checking them over for water damage...
...shortly before he stands, cocks the black one, and starts firing at the hand reaching out over the embankment.
Normal shit. Just a guy shooting some water. Move along.]
Nyxem
[Yesod is what one might call, "not very familiar with amusement parks". Or perhaps he's "not very fun at parties" or "can't relax for even a second". All of these statements are true, and are about to become abundantly clear to anyone walking by.
He will not get on rides. He refuses, in fact, because he knows better than to put any faith in an anomalous amusement park. Absolutely not happening. The first step to dealing with an Abnormality is not to give into its whims and desires and temptations, to not eat the weird food it offers, and especially to avoid having any fun with it.
(Actually, he wonders briefly if maybe engaging with it might generate energy for the Facility... but he also can't tell if he's even within the Facility anymore. He feels a bit like his connection to the other Sefirot has been cut. So, scrap that thought, back to not having fun.)
He spots you boarding a ride or an attraction or even eating food, whatever you're up to — and he waits, patiently, near the exit of that particular attraction for you to leave. Only then does he speak up, arms crossed and expression flat.]
You shouldn't engage with the Abnormality without proper equipment or mental fortifications in place. [...] What department are you from?
Wildcard
[this is kind of a voicetest so anything Insane you can throw at me helps. bonk me @ wolfchan to plot!]
[The good news: turns out manifesting a spirit form is still possible, even with most of Clamor's "real" "body" missing. It doesn't do much to abate the throbbing pain that permeates his existence, but at least he has hands...
Hand. Just one hand, which is firmly and solidly gripped in Noah's, but he'll take what he can get. The other is... not exactly gone, but flickering like a dying light, parting like smoke and glass when he tries to touch anything. Much of his body is the same—broken, missing, strained. He looks like a ghost, dim and faded as he is, but he can be solid if he has to be. As long as it's not too much at once, anyway.
There's no one-to-one between sword parts and body parts, just spiritual essence stretched thin across a form too large and complex to be sustained by its materials. Still, there are some consistencies... namely, that his upper torso keeps separating from the bottom half (really need to find a way to fuse the blade back to the hilt), and his face is uh. Well, his eye is missing, so it's probably not a big deal if his head disappears half the time. He can't see anyway, so how would he know? Don't worry about it.
Anyway, Noah is here to show him around, which is... also kind of pointless if he can't see anything... but he can still say hello!! Please don't freak out or assume Noah is being haunted and needs an exorcism. Clamor is very nice, really.]
[B - Plant Jail for Vegan Crimes]
[You're probably minding your own business, going about the park as normal... when suddenly a ghostly, glowing hand emerges from the nearby hedge, branches clinging to its wrist. The hand waves frantically, or perhaps tries to politely tap your shoulder, whatever works.]
Excuse me! Sorry! If you're not too busy— pthhk! [someone is spitting out leaves from inside the hedge... it's fine, he's fine.] I'm a little, ah, stuck. If you'd be so kind...
[... and the branches already seem to be encroaching on the hand again, trying to pull him back in, so. soon, preferably.]
[C - Plant Jail 2: The Revenge]
[okay, so, imagine prompt B again, but instead of a hand reaching out of the bushes its six inches of a broken golden sword stabbing out of it without warning
pros: a lot easier to escape vicious plants this way! he can just cut right through. cons: you cannot hear his voice trying to warn passersby to stand clear unless you are actively being stabbed by a surprise hedge-knife.
roll for dexterity, he's sorry, good luck]
[D - Wildcard]
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[It isn't the strangest thing to happen to him, no, but perhaps the most unprecedented.
The panic that floods his body upon waking and finding himself in water, too much water to be in the bathhouse, is all-encompassing. So it doesn't really help anything when something moves underneath him.
I have to get out of here.
He jerks, hard, hard enough that it jostles his glasses off and into the waves. There's the slightest pang of remorse, but then he's moving, flailing his arms until he remembers the movements he needs to swim as his brain kicks into action.
He glances around, quick, takes stock of the fact that there doesn't appear to be anybody else with him. Good. If I'm alone, no one else is in danger.
But he doesn't want to die here to whatever's rumbling underneath the surface, either, especially not when there's too many people counting on him. So he grits his teeth even as it rattles his skull and pushes-
He pushes until he is caught in the gaze of that large amber eye. And then, as soon as it's gone, even as his heart trembles - he pushes again.
When he finally reaches the shore, he collapses on it. Maybe somebody finds him there... or when Akira finally picks himself up, too much later, maybe they'll find him pulling his hair in front of his eyes to hide his face void of glasses.
It doesn't seem like a Palace, because he isn't wearing his Phantom Thieves attire, and... weirdly, he can't really feel Arsène? But it doesn't do him any good to stand around, so Akira starts moving to see what answers he can find.
And if he can't find answers, he'll look for an exit.]
b. (post-)twizted tea-cupz
[Alright, so. Akira might have made some mistakes here and there.
Lost his glasses because he panicked in the water - first mistake, very critical.
Tried to get out and went all but catatonic as soon he hit the fog - second mistake, a lot more critical.
Decided to try out the rides if he's stuck anyway, and make the even worse decision of turning his teacup - third mistake, probably less critical than the first two.
...Hopefully. He's not sure yet. But he sure does feel abysmally sick from it.
Should anyone happen to be heading onto the ride while Akira is in the throes of his despair, he'll hold out a hand with an urgent noise from the back of his throat.]
If you're riding this one... you should be careful. Been off of it for a while now and I still feel sick. The spinning option really...
[There's a pause, and he'll look at the person very seriously.]
...stirs things up.
[Akira is, unfortunately, alive and not dead - and that means even if he's in agony, that means he's alive enough to make puns.]
c. prize alley
[If he's stuck here it makes sense to explore, so that's what Akira's going to do. His journey through the park eventually brings him to the Prize Alley... and the disturbing Masks that he finds there.
A few moments of observation go past, and it makes him wonder if he really has ended up in a Palace somehow, what with those jerky movements and all. But they don't respond at all when he speaks to them, neither to talk back nor attack him, so he sighs a little and looks through the rest of the place. Eerie.
The menu catches his eye, reminding him with a twinge in his stomach that he hasn't eaten, and he looks it over. The food is a little... eccentric is probably the kindest way to put it, but Akira's never one to turn something down without giving it a try, so who knows really-
His eyes reach the bottom, and he snorts.]
There's something a little wrong with this menu if water and beer are both the same price, and more expensive than anything else.
[There's a little coil of suspicion that unwinds in his chest, but- no. Better not to let his mind go to a place that dark.
Anyway, he needs a reliable way to get food and water, so that means he needs tokens. Focus on that. He scans some of the games and-
oh thank God]
Fishing, huh... [He turns to- you there, stranger (or not). Maybe you've been with him this whole time, or maybe he noticed your presence during the exploration of the stalls and such, but as he looks at you... His face stays fairly neutral, but his eyes are bright.] Have you fished at all before, by any chance?
d. wildcard!
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[ Floyd, for all intents and purposes, is perfectly fine with water. He grew up in it for Pete's sake! But this water was not familiar in the least. He may not be in his merform, but his senses are still sharp as he tries to look around in the dark. A giant eye stares back at him.
Okay, yeah, maybe he shouldn't try to fight this one yet. Besides, he's got his piddly human lungs that only breathe oxygen right now- it's best to get to the surface.
Taking off like a shot, powerful limbs pull him up onto land and he comes across... an amusement park? Huh. Crazier places he could've showed up at. But now it's time to investigate.
So if you happen to come across this 6'2" sopping wet teenager, feel free to say hi! If not, he'll probably come up to you anyways and ask you questions like- ]
Oi, d'you know what this place is? Looks fun~!
b. warmer regard
[ Now that Floyd is a little more dry from walking around, what better time than to check out some of the games and rides?
You might catch him on the TwiZter, hands in the air as he whoops in glee! You may even see him at Test Your Strength, large mallet in hand before he goes in for the swing.
Perhaps he takes a seat next to you on Rain Dropz! No matter where he is, he seems to be in a pretty decent mood. ]
c. pumpkin bash
Hehe, this reminds me of carving pumpkins back at school for Halloween~.
[ Floyd smiles as he twirls the carving knife in his hand a bit before beginning to cut into the pumpkin. He doesn't have any design drawn on it or anything- he's just going to town and following his heart.
That being said, he doesn't have a candle picked out or anything yet- he's saving that for after the creative process. ]
You ever carve pumpkins before this?
d. wildcard
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[She wakes up in the water, afraid but not as much as she should be, perhaps.
Ah. It's like this, huh.
Aerith manages to get to the shore, even with the weight of her dress tangling about her legs. If someone happens upon her soon enough, they'll find her catching her breath on the shore, eventually wringing water from her hem. But a little bit later and...]
Hey... [Her voice is quiet but carries, and she's talking... to the water?] You didn't leave yet, did you? Will you come back and try to tell me what you wanted to say before?
b. carving
[Even though she wants to get back to Cloud and see how he's doing, Aerith is not really discouraged by the storming, or the silent shopkeeper selling pumpkins. In fact, the latter puts her in a pretty festive mood, and she thanks them cheerfully as she buys one for herself.
Bounty in hand, she'll stop on her way if she happens to see someone else carving, and take a seat beside them with a grin.]
Hey hey, what are you gonna carve on yours? Let me help and I'll put something cute on it for you!
c. candle
[She isn't expecting the candle to light itslef the moment she places it down inside her carved pumpkin.
But she's expecting the pain on her skin and passing out afterwards even less.
When Aerith comes to, she picks up on something being wrong pretty fast. Her whole body feels wrong.
Seeing the scales on her arms, registering the sensation of something at the small of her back as a tail - all of it is enough to shake the calm that she wears like armor.]
O-oh... [The tremor in her voice and the shake in her fingers is still slight, though. Aerith is unnerved, but she's handling it better than someone else might've.] This is... a pretty new look, huh?
d. wildcard!
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[There is no period of waking, no transition. Aubrey had pushed him into the lake, and as upset and unprepared for it as he was, he wasn't getting out of it on his own. He could only struggle in the unmeasured depths, rapidly sinking with no way to get himself back to the surface. He could have sworn he saw the shape of someone trying to dive in after him, but by that point he'd rapidly begun to black out as water filled his lungs.
There's no way. It couldn't be.
For what feels like an eternity and no time at all, Basil feels the odd blissful weightlessness of nothing. He only wishes it could have gone on for longer, because the panic he feels when his eyes snap open underwater for a second time is unparelelled. It gnaws at him, threatens to choke the very life from his body, yet it somehow hasn't managed to do it yet. Why is a question that lingers in the back of his mind. He's surely been under the water for far longer than could be survivable, yet fate has decided to prolong his suffering.
Perhaps he deserves this, after everything. He...
As Basil struggles in the water, the feeling of a presence with him is almost more than he can bear. He can feel the scream that tears from him under the surface, soundless as the last of the air in his lungs gets torn from his body. The hum overwhelms him shortly after as the darkness threatens to swallow him whole, muted and final. He sees a massive eye staring back at him, and everything fades away.
It isn't clear how he ends up washing up onto the shore, but by the time he does he isn't conscious. Anyone on the fringes of said lake wouldn't be blamed if they missed him here, such a small boy laying half-in, half-out of the water, blonde hair clinging to his face. His only distinguishing feature is the bright pink flower hairpin in his hair- which might be what you notice first, even- that somehow has managed to stay there despite his recent ordeal.]
B) Zephyr Park
[By the time Basil had managed to recover enough to get around at all on his own, he hadn't particularly had any interest in engaging with the park itself. It seems like said park is the only place for people to go here, which doesn't make sense at all...but even after just a little bit of wandering, it doesn't feel right. Everything about it feels off, like he's simply dreaming all of this and maybe is still in the process of drowning at the bottom of that lake. He doesn't know for sure.
What he does know is that the park is a relief to find against the backdrop of the rides and attractions, which might have been fun at a much different point in Basil's liffe. The grassy field, though...it's calming, and it's the only place he's been so far that feels even a little bit "safe", if one could call it that.
So that's why he's here, sitting not at one of the picnic tables but instead leaning up against a tree. He can't say he particularly wants to be alone right now, but he doesn't know where he is, or who anyone else is, and it's all just...overwhelming, to say the least.
It's why he's busied himself with plucking long blades of grass from the earth, carefully braiding them into little bracelets. It's not enough to be able to make a crown, but...the action is calming, grounding, so that's what he does.]
C) Wildcard
[Feel free to toss your own prompt at me if these don't work! I can be hit up on plurk at winterbolt for additional plotting! Mostly just voicetesting and getting a feel for the setting for now! o7]
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QUESTIONS
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CANDLE CHOICES
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mafuyu asahina ♡ project sekai ♡ ota
but time has made her doubt her memory, so into the boat she goes once more, foolishly alone.
she sits calmly as they dance and sing, up until the sound cuts out just as harshly as before. and then she starts to sing a wordless tune to herself- something soft and comforting, a few cues from kanade's own composing- up until she sees that the animatronics seem to be saying something: 'help us'. at which point, mafuyu sits up properly and begins to sing in earnest; something to offer them comfort and safety just as much as herself. and something holds it's breath.
the animatronics watch as if they're enraptured- not a movement or a sound... or at least, not until she pauses to take a breath. then they shake in place, almost aggressively, and something grabs the boat and moves it. it's not hard to see they want her to continue, and despite the heavy pit in her stomach and how cold it feels, she tries again... and again, and again, until her voice gives out and whatever is listening refuses to quiet anymore.
the animatronics tilt their heads back in odd angles with their jaws open as they sing her song right back at her so loud it hurts-
and mafuyu awakens floating on her back in the lake. )
a. awaken - 10/03
( somehow mafuyu makes it to the shore undisturbed. ... she'll need to take a shower. as it is, she's shivering in her soaked clothes and her throat is killing her, truth be told. but that's not a surprise. she just... doesn't understand. how did she get to the lake? there's an itchy feeling on her neck, too. what happened?
hugging herself, mafuyu stumbles a bit and tries to get back to her cabin as soon as po... ah. no. the ferris wheel's probably stopped by now... but kanade's is the first, right? she'll probably let her stay in her cabin for the day. but first she really should at least... get to the showers and probably purchase new clothes for now. ... was... the sky always so cloudy?
with a rough, raspy voice, mafuyu tries to call out- )
Hello? Is anyone there?
b. burn
( following her rediscovery, mafuyu is... quieter than usual. even when tending to her ranchu, careful to wrap her hands in cloth when she sprinkles food in for it, she feels... empty, honestly. deadrabbit sits on her bed still, but after deadrabbit speaks again...
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she doesn't want to be alone. so even if she has nothing much to say, if she can't be with kanade, mafuyu seems to follow along after the others trapped in the park. sometimes, the rabbit gets to come with her, carefully tucked into her arms. )
c. calling
( all things considered, mafuyu wants nothing to do with the lake- or with it'z quite the large world, she doesn't dare go back in again. not alone, anyways. but she sees the lights flashing in the depths, and sometimes... sometimes others check to see it. so she stands and waits for a sign-
which is how you may find yourself being pulled to the surface, possibly even dragged to the shallows before helped to your feet. when mafuyu speaks, it's quiet- she hasn't had the energy to play the good girl since her return. )
... Are you alright?
d. deluge
( in all honesty, she's not sure what to make of the halloween festivities being prepared. but it's something to do that isn't being waterboarded voluntarily or whatever else this place deigns to do to them, so. whatever, yeah, she'll do this.
... she's just not sure what to carve, really. sitting at a bench with the pumpkin and the purple candle before her, she stares blankly for a while before sighing. )
What's even the point?
e. enter
YUKI has posted in the group chat: Park Guests
I think something is watching us. I saw part of the window to my cabin fog up, like someone was close to it. It was too dark to see what it was though.
( totally not awful or anything.
f. wildcard
( your wildcard option! there's lots, considering the notes from plotting! i just didn't think i could fit everything i wanted without this being even longer. )
e.
puts this before her candle effect for sense-making reasons
everything will now make sense.
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d. can i double dip? i'm double dipping
PAWS AT U
EATS YOUR PAWS
NO NOT MY PAWS
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cw: ???? attack (physical descriptions)
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★ The Magician
★ The Tower
cw: drowning & death. yes i am seriously killing noah on month 2 of the game.
★ wildcard
[it's a card and it's wild, hit me]
★ The Tower
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★ The Hierophant, Reversed
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magician
arrives a week late with starbucks
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Mizuki ☾ Arknights ☽ OTA
II.
shortest thread ever
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THE FIRST ONE, FROM THE TOP THIS TIME, WITH LESS STUPID.
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[Shiemi had been staring at the two pieces of paper that had appeared in her hands when she awoke that morning. They were so familiar that she knew what they were even before she had looked at them. Her heart ached, but pounded with excitement at the same time.
She could summon Nee now!
She hadn't been able to before, but maybe with the summoning papers, she would be able to concentrate better and she could have her friend back!
Of course, she'd need to remember to keep Nee away from Mini Nee...
Shaking her head, Shiemi tucks her legs under her so she could get a little more comfortable on the mattress. She had drawn the sigil on one piece of paper, deciding to keep the other blank in case of an emergency. Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, she concentrated on everything she had on the sigil and the magic on the paper for Nee.]
II. Datura
[There was something about the lake that Shiemi didn't like to begin with. She never had a reason to dislike it, but every time she passed it there had always been a sinking —hah— feeling in the pit of her stomach and she had just avoided it altogether.
Now she stood nearby, a hand clinging to the front of her kimono as she watched the shimmering lights underneath the surface. With every flicker of light, she could feel the hair on the back of her neck stand up on end.
Something wasn't right about it.]
III. Nightshade
tw: vampirism
[Shiemi had never felt hunger like this before. It wasn't like a knife twisting in her stomach on days that she had gotten so busy she had skipped a meal or two. Not this kind of hunger felt cold, mind-numbing, and clawed at her throat as if she was parched for water, but nothing would satisfy.
Shiemi, having gone through more food than she was comfortable confessing and tossing them away in one bite or two when she felt sick, now sat on the floor near the bathroom by the food stalls.
She is in a Misery.]
IV. Wildcard
[happy Halloween hit me with your best shot]
you know why i'm here.
Capri sun time
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kanade yoisaki ♫ project sekai ♫ ota
[ The first two days, Kanade is absolutely in shambles.
As a friend, she feels awful. Mafuyu's disappeared, and to where - she doesn't know. It sends waves of panic rolling through her body, and she isn't sure where to even start. Worry sets in her eyes and while she doesn't scream or shout, she instead puts all of her efforts into frantically searching.
She can be found attempting to ride each of the amusement park rides twice, although she finds herself lingering at It'z Quite the Large World, pausing when she hears the all too familiar notes. ]
That song — Mafuyu...?
[ Again, and again, and again she goes trying to see if she can check the ride for her. But all it leads to is completely drenched clothes and bags under her eyes. She certainly hasn't been taking care of herself to eat or sleep while Mafuyu's gone, but nobody needs to know that. Shh. ]
♫ [b]occa della verità
[ While Kanade herself seems to be better when Mafuyu returns, the lack of sleep definitely has done... well, let's just say that it hasn't been a good time for her.
But she's pulled herself together after a while before opting to check out the lake. She looks at the flashing lights; rhythmic. Immediately, Kanade finds herself memorizing the pattern. The compulsion is there, to step forward but -
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She can't. If she loses herself here, if anything happens, then how can she save anyone? She takes a step back. But if she sees something moving, the worry comes right back in full force.
In she goes. ]
♫ bitter [c]hoco decoration
[ On most days, Kanade can be found at the Show-TuneZ Stadium, playing on her piano.
There are an array of various different songs that she's playing, many of them familiar to her.
But then she finds herself playing something new, trying to figure out a set of chords that would fit the melody. People might notice that she's experimenting; going through both major and minor progressions. She also seems to be writing down notes as well while she plays, but generally seems to be quiet. Don't mind her. ]
♫ kana[d]etomosusora
[ To be honest, Kanade isn't sure about celebrating Halloween. And outside of music, she just... isn't really good at most things. But she sure as hell will try her best.
And her best is.
Uh.
Not necessarily great, given that her carving is pretty sloppy. But eventually she puts a candle in, and finds herself just floating. Away she goes...! ]
♫ wildcard
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bitter choco decoration
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Amizeth Viasarva | DnD
[Drowning isn't a new experience for him. It is also something he actively went out of his way to experience, so waking up underwater with no recollection of how he got there or where he was, was definitely a way to start his morning.
Night?
It was a little hard to tell what time it was.
Regardless, he shouldn't spend too long here, especially with whatever was in here with him. It didn't seem friendly, and he didn't feel like finding out if it was or not. Especially now that he's noticed it watching him this whole time.
No, thank you.
Amizeth parted his lips, trying to feel which way the bubbles surfaced, and began kicking in that direction. When he got to the surface, he took a second to orient himself towards the shore, then began swimming in the direction of an...
Amusement park?
Crawling out of the water, Amizeth began to cough in an attempt to get any water out of his lungs and air back into them. His long white hair clung to his face, along with the heavy weight of his coat, making it hard to move and see. He pushed himself up to his knees, crawling a few feet away from the water before collapsing onto his back.
He needed a second.]
☽ Droplets of Starlight
[Now that he was no longer heaving up water, Amizeth found his way toward one of the picnic benches, and after some time of making sure it was as clean as it was going to get, he removed his coat and draped it over the table to dry.
He sat down on the bench, wringing out the water in his hair and wishing he had a comb.
He can question where he was later.]
☽ Wildcard
[Hi there. Hit me something. Anything. I don't bite. :)]
starlight hours with your new son
My son….
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Yesod | Lobotomy Corporation | TDM + OTA
Nyxem
Wildcard
Esperanto - which I read as Espresso
espresso is my favourite computer virus
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hi let's do esperanto
how did i know u would play hod
hod is the yama chara the way yesod is the wolfie chara
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Clamor | Elsword | OTA!
[B - Plant Jail for Vegan Crimes]
[C - Plant Jail 2: The Revenge]
[D - Wildcard]
B. Jailbreak time
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a! wolfie lavvy come to me
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C! I rolled a 12,
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akira kurusu | persona 5 | tdm
[It isn't the strangest thing to happen to him, no, but perhaps the most unprecedented.
The panic that floods his body upon waking and finding himself in water, too much water to be in the bathhouse, is all-encompassing. So it doesn't really help anything when something moves underneath him.
I have to get out of here.
He jerks, hard, hard enough that it jostles his glasses off and into the waves. There's the slightest pang of remorse, but then he's moving, flailing his arms until he remembers the movements he needs to swim as his brain kicks into action.
He glances around, quick, takes stock of the fact that there doesn't appear to be anybody else with him. Good. If I'm alone, no one else is in danger.
But he doesn't want to die here to whatever's rumbling underneath the surface, either, especially not when there's too many people counting on him. So he grits his teeth even as it rattles his skull and pushes-
He pushes until he is caught in the gaze of that large amber eye. And then, as soon as it's gone, even as his heart trembles - he pushes again.
When he finally reaches the shore, he collapses on it. Maybe somebody finds him there... or when Akira finally picks himself up, too much later, maybe they'll find him pulling his hair in front of his eyes to hide his face void of glasses.
It doesn't seem like a Palace, because he isn't wearing his Phantom Thieves attire, and... weirdly, he can't really feel Arsène? But it doesn't do him any good to stand around, so Akira starts moving to see what answers he can find.
And if he can't find answers, he'll look for an exit.]
b. (post-)twizted tea-cupz
[Alright, so. Akira might have made some mistakes here and there.
Lost his glasses because he panicked in the water - first mistake, very critical.
Tried to get out and went all but catatonic as soon he hit the fog - second mistake, a lot more critical.
Decided to try out the rides if he's stuck anyway, and make the even worse decision of turning his teacup - third mistake, probably less critical than the first two.
...Hopefully. He's not sure yet. But he sure does feel abysmally sick from it.
Should anyone happen to be heading onto the ride while Akira is in the throes of his despair, he'll hold out a hand with an urgent noise from the back of his throat.]
If you're riding this one... you should be careful. Been off of it for a while now and I still feel sick. The spinning option really...
[There's a pause, and he'll look at the person very seriously.]
...stirs things up.
[Akira is, unfortunately, alive and not dead - and that means even if he's in agony, that means he's alive enough to make puns.]
c. prize alley
[If he's stuck here it makes sense to explore, so that's what Akira's going to do. His journey through the park eventually brings him to the Prize Alley... and the disturbing Masks that he finds there.
A few moments of observation go past, and it makes him wonder if he really has ended up in a Palace somehow, what with those jerky movements and all. But they don't respond at all when he speaks to them, neither to talk back nor attack him, so he sighs a little and looks through the rest of the place. Eerie.
The menu catches his eye, reminding him with a twinge in his stomach that he hasn't eaten, and he looks it over. The food is a little... eccentric is probably the kindest way to put it, but Akira's never one to turn something down without giving it a try, so who knows really-
His eyes reach the bottom, and he snorts.]
There's something a little wrong with this menu if water and beer are both the same price, and more expensive than anything else.
[There's a little coil of suspicion that unwinds in his chest, but- no. Better not to let his mind go to a place that dark.
Anyway, he needs a reliable way to get food and water, so that means he needs tokens. Focus on that. He scans some of the games and-
oh thank God]
Fishing, huh... [He turns to- you there, stranger (or not). Maybe you've been with him this whole time, or maybe he noticed your presence during the exploration of the stalls and such, but as he looks at you... His face stays fairly neutral, but his eyes are bright.] Have you fished at all before, by any chance?
d. wildcard!
((got something else in mind? throw it at me or hit me up at
also I'm still voicetesting and going through p5 please be gentle with me))takes out my gun this is betrayal, also b 🔫🔫🔫
still chews on whoever found me (I see you Looking Syn you're my first suspect)
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Floyd Leech | Twisted Wonderland | OTA
b. warmer regard
c. pumpkin bash
d. wildcard
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aerith gainsborough | final fantasy vii remake | tdm
[She wakes up in the water, afraid but not as much as she should be, perhaps.
Ah. It's like this, huh.
Aerith manages to get to the shore, even with the weight of her dress tangling about her legs. If someone happens upon her soon enough, they'll find her catching her breath on the shore, eventually wringing water from her hem. But a little bit later and...]
Hey... [Her voice is quiet but carries, and she's talking... to the water?] You didn't leave yet, did you? Will you come back and try to tell me what you wanted to say before?
b. carving
[Even though she wants to get back to Cloud and see how he's doing, Aerith is not really discouraged by the storming, or the silent shopkeeper selling pumpkins. In fact, the latter puts her in a pretty festive mood, and she thanks them cheerfully as she buys one for herself.
Bounty in hand, she'll stop on her way if she happens to see someone else carving, and take a seat beside them with a grin.]
Hey hey, what are you gonna carve on yours? Let me help and I'll put something cute on it for you!
c. candle
[She isn't expecting the candle to light itslef the moment she places it down inside her carved pumpkin.
But she's expecting the pain on her skin and passing out afterwards even less.
When Aerith comes to, she picks up on something being wrong pretty fast. Her whole body feels wrong.
Seeing the scales on her arms, registering the sensation of something at the small of her back as a tail - all of it is enough to shake the calm that she wears like armor.]
O-oh... [The tremor in her voice and the shake in her fingers is still slight, though. Aerith is unnerved, but she's handling it better than someone else might've.] This is... a pretty new look, huh?
d. wildcard!
((Yama again, so same drill - feel free to toss something at me, but you're welcome to hit me up on
b. carving
Basil | Omori | TDM/OTA
[There is no period of waking, no transition. Aubrey had pushed him into the lake, and as upset and unprepared for it as he was, he wasn't getting out of it on his own. He could only struggle in the unmeasured depths, rapidly sinking with no way to get himself back to the surface. He could have sworn he saw the shape of someone trying to dive in after him, but by that point he'd rapidly begun to black out as water filled his lungs.
There's no way. It couldn't be.
For what feels like an eternity and no time at all, Basil feels the odd blissful weightlessness of nothing. He only wishes it could have gone on for longer, because the panic he feels when his eyes snap open underwater for a second time is unparelelled. It gnaws at him, threatens to choke the very life from his body, yet it somehow hasn't managed to do it yet. Why is a question that lingers in the back of his mind. He's surely been under the water for far longer than could be survivable, yet fate has decided to prolong his suffering.
Perhaps he deserves this, after everything. He...
As Basil struggles in the water, the feeling of a presence with him is almost more than he can bear. He can feel the scream that tears from him under the surface, soundless as the last of the air in his lungs gets torn from his body. The hum overwhelms him shortly after as the darkness threatens to swallow him whole, muted and final. He sees a massive eye staring back at him, and everything fades away.
It isn't clear how he ends up washing up onto the shore, but by the time he does he isn't conscious. Anyone on the fringes of said lake wouldn't be blamed if they missed him here, such a small boy laying half-in, half-out of the water, blonde hair clinging to his face. His only distinguishing feature is the bright pink flower hairpin in his hair- which might be what you notice first, even- that somehow has managed to stay there despite his recent ordeal.]
B) Zephyr Park
[By the time Basil had managed to recover enough to get around at all on his own, he hadn't particularly had any interest in engaging with the park itself. It seems like said park is the only place for people to go here, which doesn't make sense at all...but even after just a little bit of wandering, it doesn't feel right. Everything about it feels off, like he's simply dreaming all of this and maybe is still in the process of drowning at the bottom of that lake. He doesn't know for sure.
What he does know is that the park is a relief to find against the backdrop of the rides and attractions, which might have been fun at a much different point in Basil's liffe. The grassy field, though...it's calming, and it's the only place he's been so far that feels even a little bit "safe", if one could call it that.
So that's why he's here, sitting not at one of the picnic tables but instead leaning up against a tree. He can't say he particularly wants to be alone right now, but he doesn't know where he is, or who anyone else is, and it's all just...overwhelming, to say the least.
It's why he's busied himself with plucking long blades of grass from the earth, carefully braiding them into little bracelets. It's not enough to be able to make a crown, but...the action is calming, grounding, so that's what he does.]
C) Wildcard
[Feel free to toss your own prompt at me if these don't work! I can be hit up on plurk at
B~
THERE HE IS...
here to be the loudest motherfucker in the whole park
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