TDM II

[thetonmods]

The Ton Test Drive Meme II

Welcome to the The Ton's second Test Drive Meme!

Applications will OPEN on the 1st of June. Players with characters already in game are also welcome to top-level with them. However, we ask that all TDM-related prompts stay on the TDM post itself.

If you do write a top-level, please make sure to include your character's name and canon in the subject field - regardless of whether your character is already in game or not.

Please note that the Test Drive Meme does not require an invite in order to participate - submitting an application does.

---

NAVIGATION.

🌿 Arrival • Welcome Drinks • The Greenhouse Effect • Skinny Dipping • Give You Butterflies [NSFW] • That Belongs in A Museum • Jump to Comments 🌿

🌱 Applications • FAQ • Rules • Full Navigation 🌱

Arrival

I. WELCOME

You don't remember when or where you fell asleep exactly...

Perhaps it's the tickling sensation of a low hanging tree branch brushing against your nose or the feel of the slightly damp grass underneath you that causes you to awaken but when you do you'll find yourself lying amongst a glade of wisteria trees. You're not alone - nymphs of the trees laugh and dance about you, clearly amused at the new arrival. Along with them, your new loyal servant is here on Pheme's bidding. How this servant looks is different to each arrival. Some are saddled with short, stout butlers, others are welcomed by towering, busty maids. Regardless of their appearance, they introduce themselves with a kindness and warmth that is simultaneously reassuring and strangely impossible to resist when they beckon you to follow them from the grove and out into the city of Andovale.

The closest structure within sight is the Palace and its grounds. It is here that the Lady Pheme resides and from here that she rules over the city, your servant explains to you. You have been selected and brought here personally by her. It is she who assigned the servant to guide you through the regency-inspired city that is your new home.

Eventually, they will bring you to your new residence within the outskirts of somewhere called the "Trade Quarter". You are now the resident of a room within one of the many imposing town houses which make up the Grand Crescent. Throughout your stay here the servant will be your own personal butler or maid. This is where all new arrivals will be living for the time being you are told. Your servant will also give you a crash course on life here and the concept of Thumos - the energy or life force that keeps Andovale and all life within it going - including you now that you are here. It's generated through acts of intimacy, whether that be physical or emotional.

Once you have been shown to your room, you are given two things: a network communication device and a letter. The letter reads as follows:

My dearest reader,

Welcome to Andovale.

The delights of our fair city are yours to explore.

I do hope that you make your stay here a most interesting one. I shall be frightfully disappointed if you do not - and we do not want that, do we?

You will hear from me again very soon.

Yours Truly,

Lady Pheme

You are free to wander about and explore the house and its surroundings as you please. It's certainly spacious enough. As well as your own quarters, each of the townhouses of the Grand Crescent have large communal areas, which includes the kitchens (although why you'd like to go there when your servant can fetch any delicacies you'd like for you!), a dining room, a parlour with its own small library, two drawing rooms (somewhere you can go to chill out basically - harp music anyone?) and a generously sized garden.

Strangely, unlike most accurate regency townhouses, there do not appear to be any servant's quarters - perhaps these servants don't need to rest? Or they go somewhere else entirely for that?

Why not introduce yourself to your new housemates? Or enjoy some tea and cakes that have been prepared for you personally by your retainer, which they seem to keep insisting on bringing to you?

---

II. AN INVITATION

Whether you're brand new to Andovale or a an established if a little unwilling resident by now, your assigned maid or butler will track you down. They are not empty-handed and they carry a silver tray, upon which is an envelope with a wax seal bearing the letter "P". Inside the envelope is an invitation. An invitation from your benevolent ruler, Lady Pheme herself.

Each character will receive an invitation identical in wording to the one below:

EVENT AT THE PLEASURE GARDENS

YOUR CHARACTER'S NAME HERE

Is requested to attend an exclusive event at the PLEASURE GARDENS, on 27th of May current.

Admission to the attraction begins at 6 o'clock p. m.

Wear something green for this special occasion.


Lady Pheme

Your servant can help you find something appropriate to wear - or not appropriate, the choice is entirely yours, after all. If you decide to go with their guidance, it is notable that they seem a little less decisive in the sort of outfit you should be wearing for this event - only, as Pheme said, that it should be something green. An evening gathering surely must require formal wear though and they will eventually press upon you the importance of wearing Regency Full Dress for the night ahead.

You may come to regret this.

Note: Even though it's a little different from the norm, this event will still count as a ball and all attendees will get 10 Reputation Points✨, just for showing up and looking respectable. Indulging with the theme and wearing an acceptable green outfit will also gain attendees a further 5 Points✨.

JUMP TO TOP • JUMP TO COMMENTS

WELCOME DRINKS

CW: alcohol

So, you've received an exclusive invitation to the Pleasure Gardens' latest pop-up attraction from Lady Pheme herself? How exciting! Ordinarily, the Gardens are open to anyone willing to pay the small amount of Thumos required to enter, but tonight it seems that only those brought in from other worlds are permitted access. You're getting an exclusive preview of the attraction, one of the guards at the gates tells you.

One of their colleagues will escort you down the torch flame lit pathways, through the gardens to the centre - the open space where all events like this take place.

Tonight, that open space is not so open. Besides the vast outdoor ballroom floor, in front of you is a giant glass house - basically, a large fancy green house between you and I. These are often found at grand country houses to show off and cultivate exotic, never before seen plants from far off lands. You've been brought here for the unveiling of this attraction. How such a thing could possibly be temporary seems highly improbable, but that's Pheme for you.

Feel free to begin the evening with mingling and dancing as befitting of any ball, but before the night is over you will feel yourself propelled forward to join the queue to get into the "Palm House," almost as if an invisible hand is shoving you forwards. You're even handed an extremely green and theme appropriate alcoholic beverage to consume in the queue while you wait. It's all very civilised.

Oddly, this drink won't get you drunk in the usual way, despite the alcohol content. Instead you will find yourself imbued with a hefty sense of glee and eagerness for adventure. It's all to help ease you into this experience, after all.

You're admitted to the Palm House one at a time - it's fine, you'll see your friends inside! Just as you set foot through the doors, your head is filled with the sound of a woman's voice, soft and beguiling:

"Dearest gentle member of the ton - what happens in the Palm House, stays in the Palm House. You are free tonight."

Note: For those that don't drink, there's also an alcohol free version. It looks completely identical to the boozy version.

Whether that drink has got you in the spirit or not, entering the Palm House is worth your while. All of those who enter will instantly receive 20 Reputation Points✨. And in case it wasn't already obvious, on this very special of occasions and the debut of her attraction, Pheme is turning a blind eye to what happens to you all in there. These things need a whole lot of Thumos to run properly and some of you will be doing her a huge favour... you just don't know it yet.

There will be no NPCs present in the Palm House, only your characters. Tonight is an exclusive preview for Pheme's Chosen, after all.

JUMP TO TOP • JUMP TO COMMENTS

THE GREENHOUSE EFFECT

Entering the Palm House is a rather surreal experience to say the least. Sure, it looked pretty grand from the outside, but that's nothing compared to what greets you inside...

You might have been expecting a typical large tropical greenhouse as per any botanical garden visit, if such things exist to you back home. However, this particular green house appears to contain nothing less than a few dozen acres of rain forest. If the word "Tardis" resided in the vocabulary of the Ton's residents then it would surely be applied here. Pheme's out to show off again.

The moment you take a step or two through that door you feel strangely disoriented. Take a few steps more - perhaps you change your mind and decide to head back to the door you just came through. Only when you do, you'll find that the door is no longer there.

There is another door out of here but that involves crossing the length of the exhibit - and as you can now see quite clearly, that is not going to be such an easy task. There are paths to take and to (hopefully) stick to, but they seem to crisscross at every turn you take and go in all different directions. Thick rainforest surrounds you on all sides, its dense foliage extending towards what you can see of the glass ceiling and the night sky beyond that.

Pheme hasn't been quite cruel enough to leave you wandering through the rainforest by moonlight alone. Many of the plants here glow with an unnaturally bright bioluminescence - and there is more. Every now and again during your travels you will see the light of a of lantern darting amongst the trees, accompanied by alluring and lilting female voices, often laughing with delight. They might seem a little familiar to you.

It seems that the tree nymphs (or dryads) from the wisteria grove have sisters and they're making themselves quite at home in the Palm House. If you happen to catch a decent view of one of them, you'll find yourself face to face with quite possibly one of the most beautiful - not to mention scantily clad - women you have ever laid eyes on. They won't stick around long though. Make the mistake of trying to follow one of them and you'll find yourselves off the path and even more lost and disoriented than you were before.

You might be really regretting your choice of dress right about now - even if you are camouflaged with all of the greenery.

Note: If your character does not manage to find the exit (or one of the magic wreaths mentioned below) then they will only remain trapped in the Palm House until dawn. After that time period they will themselves slipping into a deep slumber, only to awaken right back in their cosy bed within the Grand Crescent (or wherever they've now made their home) a few hours later. You can thank your servant for that.

JUMP TO TOP • JUMP TO COMMENTS

SKINNY DIPPING

CW: large bodies of water, possible nudity

Unsurprisingly, it's hot in the forest, and the chances are that you didn't exactly come in here dressed for this.

While the dryads have made themselves at home on the land inside the Palm House, their naiad cousins (or water nymphs) have made themselves comfortable within the many rainforest pools. You can hear their delighted giggling as you traverse the forest and they will even call out to you in alluring tones, somehow knowing your name. It's impossible to resist following the sound and when you do you'll find yourself in front of one of the many pools that can be found within the Palm House.

Oddly, there is no sign of the naiads now that you're here. The water is beautifully crystal clear and dappled with the snatches of moonlight managing to shine through the forest canopy. That water is calling out to you, to drink and to bathe - you will feel an overwhelming compulsion to start removing your stuffy clothing, dive right in and cool down.

It's fine, after all, there's no one else around. Yet.

Just be care those pesky water nymphs don't hide your clothes.

JUMP TO TOP • JUMP TO COMMENTS

GIVES YOU BUTTERFLIES... (NSFW)

CW: sex, aphrodisiac, sex pollen, insects

It's not just nymphs and you lot making yourselves at home in the Palm House.

Often mistaken for moths, there's one species group of nocturnal butterflies, but their wings are dull, plain, and uninteresting. Clearly not a good fit for a glorious Palm House, designed by Pheme herself. That is precisely why Pheme has created her own, never before seen species of night butterfly, especially for this occasion.

Their wings are like gossamer, beautifully transparent like a ordinary glasswing butterfly but these ones glow in the dark. You probably encounter one or two as you make your way through the rainforest, but the longer you spend in here, the more the butterflies begin to swarm. Looking up and you'll see a "kaleidoscope" high above your heads, hundreds of them flocking together in a brightly glowing mass above the treeline. The display is only brief, but it leaves you with a strange yet probably not unfamiliar feeling.

You see, these butterflies have been carrying pollen on their bodies and legs, as butterflies often do, helping to spread the stuff. It seems whatever plant they have recently been feeding from has some very curious properties... and you can probably guess where this is going.

You feel hot - even more than you already did being stuck in a tropical forest. Not only that, you feel the strongest desire for physical intimacy. Effects vary depending on how much pollen you've been doused with, but you still have a deep, desperate need to do something about it. For those most strongly affected and desiring the ultimate, touching yourself may bring some relief. That may very well be your first thought to try, but some is the operative word here.

That person you've always had a flirtation with? Now is the time. You have to have them. You have to have each other. Or maybe you've just met this person, here, in the rainforest today? Maybe you're two people who ordinarily don't even like each other? Perhaps there's more than two of you?

It doesn't matter. You won't rest until you've gotten that release.

Note: The butterflies swarm covers a wide enough area that you can be anywhere within the Palm House when their pollen hits. While this is obviously a sex pollen prompt, players can choose how strongly their characters have been affected. It may be that they only got the lightest dousing of pollen and kissing is enough to satisfy them. On the other hand, maybe they got so covered in the stuff that only doing the deed will do. The choice is yours.

JUMP TO TOP • JUMP TO COMMENTS

THAT BELONGS IN A MUSEUM

CW: chance for NSFW

So, you're not having much luck navigating your way out of this foliage filled nightmare? There is another way out. At some point on your travels, one of the naiads will take pity on you and try to help you out: "Find one of the wreaths!"

Deeper into the greenhouse, or this pseudo rainforest as it basically is, you'll find ancient Greek laurel wreaths made of pure gold. They might be just lying on the ground, or up a tree, or under the water in one of the forest pools... The choice is yours as to where you find it, We'll leave that entirely to your discretion.

It will take quite some doing given how far into the jungle these treasures are, but should you manage to find one, upon contact, it will teleport you, and whoever you might be holding onto, out of the greenhouse and right back to the entrance to the Pleasure Gardens again.

The wreaths won't be easy to find, and you'll face many obstacles along the way. Some set to distract you entirely from your goal, which is get the hell out of here. Unless you actually like it in here? You do you, boo. We're not judging.

The teleportation abilities of the wreaths themselves can only be activated by generating a small amount of Thumos between yourself and another first, another naiad will explain. That means no grabbing one for yourself and hightailing it out of here! Oh no, no, no. What about your chums? It would not be seemly to leave them in the lurch, after all.

Note: Obviously more than one character can use one of these wreaths to teleport out of the Palm House, as long as each of you has a hand on the item and you have generated Thumos between all of you then it will work.

JUMP TO TOP • JUMP TO COMMENTS

Wildcard

To assist you with inspiration our full list of Andovale's locations can be found here.

Want to play something that isn't listed here? Go ahead!

Please note that TDMs are considered game canon.

As stated above, both prospective and current characters who are already in game are permitted to top-level on TDMs. However, we do ask that current players be mindful and welcoming to prospective new players and that they do try and make the effort to tag out beyond their current in-game CR.

For newbies: As your first port of call, we would recommend having a read of the premise page, as well as our rules and FAQ.

For any general game questions you may have which are not answered by the FAQ then please leave a comment on the FAQ page - for any questions specific to this TDM then please respond to the questions comment below.

Most importantly - have fun!

JUMP TO TOP • JUMP TO COMMENTS

Comments

QUESTIONS

[thetonmods]

Re: QUESTIONS

[prozaic]

aaaahhh this tdm is so cute

1. If someone were to attempt to pluck a flower or bring a plant with them... what kind of repercussions would there be?

pls disregard the previous one, i didnt see the thing

badou nails | dogs: b&c | new

[nichocolatine]

arrival

the cigarette prompt — [ look, addicts gotta addict, alright? but especially more so after his darling (derogatory) retainer patiently and then not-so-patiently explained that the habit is extremely frowned upon within lady pheme's court, so now it's a matter of principle, y'know? badou's way of sticking it to the man, while also scratching the kind of unrelenting itch only an unhealthy addiction can give. he's multitasking.

or rather, he would be multitasking, if he could actually get his hands on a smoke. turns out, his oh so helpful (derogatory) retainer squirreled away the pack he'd come along with, along with the clothes on his back, so now he's not only cranky, he's cranky wearing a green velvet gown that's just all kinds of unflattering when paired with his hair. it's indignity after indignity!

( a ) that's why he's a little snappish when he hails you down wherever around the common area of the grand crescent you happen to be, flapping delicately gloved hand like you're a cab and he's got somewhere to be two hours ago. ]

Hey. Hey. You smoke? You got a smoke? You packing or what?

[ ( b ) or, maybe you happen to catch him in the middle of a tantrum disagreement with his retainer. he's doing his best to blitz through the halls of the grand crescent, short of flat out running (goddamned dress limiting his goddamned mobility). his retainer, despite being an entire foot shorter, is somehow managing to keep up. ]

I already told ya I don't wanna hear it, Marjorie!

[ his retainer, smiling so wide and pleasantly it's definitely verging on thoughts of homicide, patiently reminds him: Once again, sir, it's Marianne. ]

Bite me, Madeline!

welcome drinks ( cw: alcohol )

the merry prompt — [ whether or not badou finally got that hit of nicotine he'd been craving for apparently has no bearing on his demeanor during pheme's party. apparently vices can be pretty interchangeable, at least in this particular case, because after just one glass of that funny little green drink? badou's having the time of his life. hell yeah you can find him fully giving into the euphoria the drink offers, merrily mingling with fellow tonners (tonnees? tontons? somebody workshop this) and shaking his ass like he actually knows how. what's not to be happy about, huh? he's got a fancy new digs, free food, a super rich and generous (?) benefactor, a dress that provides a nice little breeze between his legs and makes his ass look amazing, and a bunch of new friends! that includes you, yes you! ]

I FUCKIN' LOVE IT HERE!

the greenhouse effect

the miserable prompt — I FUCKIN' HATE IT HERE!

[ smashcut to an hour or so later, after badou has been successfully lured into the palm house, sweating bullets in his green velvet dress that no longer feels quite as liberating as it once had. the effects of the drink gone from his system, his long hair matting to his face and his neck and kicking impotently at a nearby tree's gnarled roots because he has no other outlet for his anger right now, it's fine, it's fine. ]

network

the cigarette prompt (REDUX) — un: NAILS

who do i gotta blow to get some cigs around here?
serious answers only

etc

( feel free to wildcard me or reach out via pm if you'd like to do any of the other prompts on the tdm! also open to doing any of the other prompts but by god this tl was already getting too long 😭 so lmk if you want a specific starter for the others and we can work something out! )

Network: UN: Nothingmancer

[noughtmancer]

Would a cigar do? I just saw a servant walk past, carrying an entire tray of them.

Quentin Coldwater | The Magicians

[noughtmancer]

:FROM DEATH TO LIFE:

[ The last thing Quentin Coldwater remembers is being an old man and burying Eliot, burying him and finding a mosaic tile amidst the deligent work that he was doing to honour the his dead. As he had passed out in a grief that felt nearly unbearable, he'd woken up as if it had all been a dream. Sleep hazing out of his eyes; he pushed that haze away followed by his hair and struggled himself up to face the Retainer who greeted him, someone who he did not recognize but told him to follow them nevertheless.

This was not the strangest thing that had ever happened to him whatsoever. And it sure as hell probably won't be the last.

He was uncertain that it was Fillory, to little castles and not enough villager complaints. Even more unnerving was the fact that everyone seemed to be following his movements through town as if it was a walk of shame. Gods, this felt fucking familar, a walk of shame. There were questions about his quest with Eliot but that would wait, this felt a little bit more serious.

Once everything ceased to be overwhelming and after the long list of explanations where Quentin suddenly realized he'd been dragged into some sort of LARP Regency reenactment of Pride and Prejudice, he walked down to the parlor to find food.. and talk to people to see if they were just as perplexed as he was. ]

I can't be the only person that finds this odd or unsettling, right? What do you think this Pheme wants, it seems a bit cryptic, the message I got. What about you? [ To anyone who would listen ]

:NOT QUITE DARCY:

[ After Quentin was ceremoniously trussed up in typical regency garb of a forest green which was, surprisingly enough, just as uncomfortable as he had imagined it to be when he'd watched the 1995 miniseries. How had Colin Firth made it look so effortless? All he wanted to do was pull on his neckcloth until he could breath; gone was the romantic fantasy of sweeping Elizabeth Bennet into his arms or being romanced by Mr. Darcy.

The drink had been shoved into his hands by one of the staff at this function and that helped him to be a bit more comfortable with his lot in life. Yep, he was no stranger to drinks being shoved in his hands. Point in fact, so many of his bestworst mistakes have been bourne upon the wings of alcohol. Well, already he could see that mistakes were going to be had.

Might as well commit to them.

The drink though? Had no right to be so delicious, even as he shoved the little green cherry garnish into his mouth. There was a rising in the pit of his abdomen, part nervousness, part something else. It was something that felt suspiciously like, happiness, well fuck, that was a rare one ]

You know, I don't think this will be that bad, yeah. Sure, the cravat is borderline choking me, but I'm starting to be into it.

:IDYLLIC DISASTER:

[ Once Quentin stepped over the threshold, he was treated to a space and time distortion of the most impossible degree. He was thinking about all of the episodes of Dr Who that he had ever watched as well as how this was definitely bigger on the inside. The sense of adventure in the pit of his stomach fornicated with every single nervous thought he'd ever had. When a Dryad tickled lightly underneath his chin, well of course he was going to follow-- how could he not.

It was not very effective though and the end game was not to catch them, but to follow them and their frangipani scent and how it was earthy and deep, full of promise and desire. He was a disaster and right now he was unable to help himself.

All well and good.. until he got lost and with the world spinning in a haze of verdant madness around him and the fireflies turning into kinetic wisps that blurred with motion. Except they were not moving, he was. ]

Oh fuck.. [ Quentin said as he fell to his knees, his hand pressed against a tree trunk as he attempted a few steadying breaths. ] Is there some sort of drunk in the drinks? [ Another pause ] I meant drugs.. it's me, I'm the drunk.

:IT'S GETTING HOT IN HERE:

[ The heat of his restrictive clothing was getting too much for himself to bear comfortably as the night grew later and later. And thus, the moment that he came across the pond, he found himself scrambling out of his clothing. Yes, perhaps he was not going to be able to get into them the exact way that he had been put into by his valet, but that was 'hour-from-now' Quentin's problem. The green drink coupled with his own hubris was setting him on a crash-course into further bad decisions.

Once he slipped into the water was when he noticed the slightest sprinkling of pollen dust that had managed to get just underneath his collar (funny that it should, since the damn thing had been so tight.) however once he attempted to brush against the glow dust, he was finding that it just was not coming off.

Quentin dipped under water then, re-emerging a sputtering mess as he glanced down, the mark was still absolutely there like some 24-hour nightmare mascara that Bambi wore unfailingly. He would continue to rub it, however it just seemed to spread, then he glanced up as he heard a light splash ]

Who's there? [ He managed to call out in a breathless and embarrassed sort of whisper. Gods, he'd been mortified to be caught out like this indulging in the waters when he wasn't even sure it was allowed. ]

WILD CARD

Hello, this is Nia! TDMing my second Trauma Wizard so please be gentle! Anyone not in the TON, you can find me at alwaysbeenasmiler Discord: ZemnianJoy#0664. If you TDM as a Magicians cast member and don't have an invite, feel free to HMU-- I have (2)

Anyone in the TON-- *wink wink nudge nudge* If you know, you know.

Great rolling with either Prose or Brackets, and Quentin's UN name is "Nothingmancer"

Darcy

[dunamagic]

[Not one to shy away from a dress code, Essek comes in his best green jacket and black and gold waistcoat and partakes carefully of any libations and food. It was just yesterday that cake made him feel sick with emotions that were not his, so he feels cautious of any other drink of food provided by Pheme.

And with good reason as he watches a number of people seem to jump up at some unknown opportunity after drinking.

The man next to him looks good, quite dashing in his get up and there was something about his eyes that initially felt familiar, drew him in unknowingly.]

They are rather intense about adhering to the local fashions here and cravats are an almost every occasion staple -- well, at least if you plan to stay with the more.. ah, masculine fashions.

villanelle | killing eve

[killture]

arrival ;

[ Villanelle had woken up with a sneeze.

Lying in a glade surrounded by trees and pollen, she darted up straight as an arrow, a hand quickly moving to the place where she might ordinarily keep some form of weapon on her person: a knife, a pistol, a broken bottle, a line of string. As it is, she was empty-handed and staring up into a too-blue sky, surrounded by the scent of flowers and freshly trimmed grass.

She wondered if she had been drugged.

Even now, after being led into the city by her very strange butler who seems to remind her just a little too much of a certain former handler-slash-friend-slash-father-figure of hers, with his white beard and white hair, she wonders if someone in The Twelve had decided to use the good stuff on her. You know, as a form of torture for information or to subdue her because Raymond certainly couldn’t do it and he was supposedly one of the best. (It’s laughable.) Because after listening to her little Konstantin (that is what she decides to call him irregardless of his actual name) drone on about proper procedures in this place, this is torture. ]

Ugh! How are you so annoying? I already told you, leave me alone or I will—

[ Now in the Grand Crescent, she exhales a breath, happening upon you perhaps. The frustration in her expression immediately melts away, becoming one of perfect pleasantness, eyes crinkling at the edges to accompany a closed-mouth smile on perfectly pink lips.

Her eyes glide just enough to note the butler-or-maid standing just past your shoulder and her facade drops by the barest fraction. Her accent, when she speaks, is very clearly foreign, and if you’re from Earth, recognizably Russian, but her English is fluent. ]

I see you have one of these little stalkers too.


greenhouse effect ;

[ Well, it is all pretty in here — that much can be said, at least. And Villanelle, for all the blood and cruelty she’s seen, experienced, and doled out by her own hands, does like very pretty things.

Of course, it’s also hot and humid, and this dress (which, while a little unorthodox for all the shiny beading, embroidery, and extra bits of gauzy fabric, was unflattering to begin with) seems to be clinging to her right now in all the wrong places. Through her struggle to pull the front door open (accompanied by some choice curse words in both French, English, and Mandarin for good measure), she’d torn at the bottom hem, and a few of the gentle blonde curls that had been piled atop her head have now fallen out of place. The humidity really isn’t doing her any personal favours but even slightly disheveled, she still manages to look like she belongs here.

During her time in the Palm House, Villanelle:

a) can be found winding her way aimlessly through the dense foliage of trees, clearly on some kind of a mission to get the fuck out of here; ]

Why are there so many goddamned trees?!

[ b) upon hour 3 or 4 (she’s lost track), having given up on beelining it out of here, she’ll be wandering, humming to herself (the song might be vaguely recognizable to some as an old 80’s hit by REO Speedwagon though it certainly isn’t a good rendition by any means), and curiously peering at the strange glowing plants in particular;

c) come up behind you obviously caught unawares watching, staring, or admiring those very pretty women that have paused for a moment to talk and giggle amongst themselves, aware of their own audience. Villanelle’s voice comes out of nowhere just behind you in sing-songy, perfectly enunciated British English: ]

Oh, you are naughty, aren’t you? Spying on those ladies over there.


skinny dipping — cw: nudity! possibly nsfw ;

[ It may seem irresistible to follow the sound of the giggles and alluring taunts, but Villanelle doesn’t exactly try to resist all that much anyway. She’s curious and fascinated and the way the water glistens off of the water nymphs skin is so … beautiful she almost feels embarrassed for the way she stares (respectfully).

The moment she arrives at the edge of the pool, however, she’s alone. What a bummer. ]

Hey! [ All pretenses dropped, it’s her Russian accent that comes through again. ] Come back!

[ She dips a toe into the pool and it’s so cool and refreshing, she stops caring that she won’t get to spend any time with those naiads in the end. Fuck it, right?

It’s during her mid-stripping down to the last of her undergarments that you might come across the pool as well, seeking out the same thing she had. Alas, it’s just her now, but she does look a little ethereal herself against the glow of the water and those surrounding bioluminescent plants.

Her smile is sweet when she asks (in proper British English once more): ]

Do you want to join me?


golden wreaths ;

[ It isn’t easy to find one of these goddamned things, but eventually … after threats to chop down the forest, kill every last nymph in this place, and set the rest of this world on fire, Villanelle does come across one of the golden wreaths they spoke of.

All that pent-up frustration seems to dissipate the moment she reaches out to touch one of the lovely golden leaves, replaced instead with glee and relief. Fingers curl around them and she squeezes her eyes shut, fully expecting to be out of here in a jiff. Did she pay any attention whatsoever to what the last naiad had explained to her before she waved them off to seek out her treasure?

Of fuckin course not. ]

Work. [ She shakes it. ] Come on, work! Why isn’t it working?

[ In her frustration, she chucks it into a nearby bush where you might have been coming from. ]



notes + wildcard ;

[ ooc: if none of the above prompts are vibing with you, feel free to start your own starter below or reach out to me to write something a little more tailored.

in addition, i just want to add a couple of hugely important opt-in/opt-out notes! (while i build my permissions post, stay tuned.)

villanelle is from the show killing eve, taken from around season 3-ish. she’s an antisocial psychopath who kills people for money, and sometimes for fun. she has no issues with lying and manipulating anyone for her own gain, and honestly, sometimes just because it’s funny and she likes to cause a stir. she also has a tendency to ‘fixate’ on an object of obsession which comes with a whooooole slew of cws and issues, but as her current obsession is still eve polastri, there shouldn’t be any problems with that on the tdm!

while she’s incredibly dangerous in the real world (or the world of her canon), i’m just here to have a good time and shit-disturb polite society a little! as such, for the purpose of gameplay and cr-building, in order to make her play nice-ish, she’ll have the starts of a conscience niggling her brain (as per season 3) while still maintaining her delightfully charismatic, psychopathic ways. any sensitive topics and triggers will be marked in the subject line, and she’ll refrain from doing a murder while i oocly navigate the game.

if you’d like to discuss anything at all with me oocly, please reach out to me by PM or through screened conversation here so we can be sure to remain on the same page throughout our characters’ interactions. ]

Greenhouse effect: A

[zemnianjoy]

[ Caleb Widogast was actually quite wary of these tricks by now. It would be interesting for anyone to disorient him. Pheme could certainly try to get him with her tricks however the blessings of a Keen Mind. Even when borderline buzzed (which he was assuredly was.) he could unfailing find his way through.

There had been several people who had lost their way and at the very least he was able to sort of orient them in the right direction. Leave it to the wizard to decide that perhaps he could prove himself helpful. So Villanelle would see a man with red hair caught back, a neatly trimmed beard and wearing a green waistcoat of gold and verdun brocade which was the extent of his airs, his own coat was laying over his forearm. ]

Do you require assistance? [ Could this be a do-gooder? Well in this situation yes, though he would back off if she did not need it; he was not one to force assistance on anyone-- some people just liked being lost. The goddamned trees though showed was a key social clue ]

clint barton | mcu (yes again hi)

[brandingproblem]

mingling
[Does this party have boywhores? Oh. Wait. No, that's just Clint as dressed down as he can be for both decency and comfort's sakes. He has, apparently, completely ignored his retainer and the wishes of Lady Pheme, not only in what is a scandalous amount of un(der)dress for the party, but with not a spot of green on him.

What are they gonna do, arrest him? One of the Lady's chosen little puppets? If she's got a problem with it, she can come out and say something.

Yeah, that's what he thought.

He has a drink in hand that he brings to his lips now and then, but if one is paying attention, one might notice the drink never gets any lower, so. Enjoy this guy. Meandering around this garden party in just a plain shirt, top several buttons undone, and plain pants, tight around the ass, drinking-but-maybe-not-drinking and otherwise being perfectly pleasant to be around.]

Wonder what'll happen when the Lady's bored of playing with her Barbie dolls.

[Mostly pleasant to be around.]

greenhouse
[When he is so graciously permitted entrance to the gaudy greenhouse, it's a combination of several things that makes his spine shiver and his skin prickle. He's not the biggest fan of magic, and a voice in his head is not the best experience ever. The greenhouse is clearly much bigger on the inside than the outside, and at some point when he turns to go back, he finds he's not where he was, or not where he should be, and the door, the front wall, the path he was on, all are simply not there.

Which leaves little option but to keep going. He's not the only one in here after all; maybe he can find others. When he's called to the pond by enchanting voices, he doesn't (can't) think twice, following the sound. And when he reaches the beautiful water, he feels like he's been exploring a dense jungle for hours and dips low to drink from it. And then strips down to take a dip. Why not? It's obviously here to be enjoyed, and it's fucking hot, and he deserves to cool off. He dives in, swims out to the middle of the enchanting pool, breaks the surface with a relaxed sigh. And after a moment of floating there, he frowns, looks around.]

...What the fuck am I doing here? [Oh. Ah. So this, too, was not the most voluntary action. Ugh, at least it does feel good, but now he feels stupid...

...And of course someone (the nymphs, probably) has decided to be haha funny and steal his clothes. Is this punishment? This feels like a punishment for flaunting the Lady's rules. Maybe it is. And until he's at a point where he trips over the bundle of fabric again, he's just going to have to keep going...naked. Cool! Awesome.] I'm not sorry, you know! [Is he just yelling at nothing? He knows those nymphs are out there, somewhere.] I'd do it again in a heartbeat! [This is unlikely to get him his clothes back any faster.

The most fun thing of the night, of course, comes from the butterflies. They're pretty enough to look at, and it's hard to attribute the eventual effect to them right away. But the warmth seeping into him elsewhere, not the jungle greenhouse heat, and a familiar desire growing inside him make him rub at his eyes and grit his teeth.]

I get it, I get it, we don't have Vegas here, so this'll have to do. Blackjack and hookers were too much to ask for? [Apparently so. He can make jokes about it for the moment. It'll become an incredibly incessant distraction soon enough.

what a great welcome he loves it here five stars on yelp]

hi. again.

[tasernanny]

[ Phil stands at the edge of the pool with a drink in one hand and a pleasant smile on his face. He had heard Barton's voice echoing through the greenhouse and followed it here. He wasn't surprised the agent was upset with the situation. The way this place does things might just be a waking nightmare for Barton. ]

I'm sure you would. [ He offers him a hand to help him out of the pound. They had worked together long enough that Barton naked doesn't phase him in the slightest. ] But it's probably better if I lend you my shirt and we see about finding a way out of here.

[ His waistcoat, so dark green it looks black in the low light, would never fit Barton's shoulders. The shirt underneath will have to do. ]

Jack Krauser | Resident Evil | New

[silverdax]

(OOC: NO I'M SERIOUS, I HAVE A PLAN AND EVERYTHING OKAY-

Even on his best behavior, to put it gently, Krauser's a bit of a mess. Please peruse my prefs and warnings just in case- also a general content warning for the thought processes of a deeply jaded soldier. We're gonna say he's homoflexible for smut prompts but let's communicate, he's definitely hard mode.

Prose/brackets to your preference, I will happily match.)

1. Arrival

He never believed in Heaven or Hell. Religion's just another tool they use to keep you quiet and obedient, no different than "honor" or "glory" for soldiers. But when Major Jack Krauser awakens from beautiful, endless oblivion to find himself in a wisteria garden, he finds himself suddenly questioning that conclusion.

There's a cherubic ten-year-old girl with blonde hair in a stylized military uniform prodding him in the shoulder. Claims to be his "maid" and calls herself the Lieutenant Colonel. Drags him upstairs through the fanciest house he's ever been in, tells him he's under the purview of some Pheme woman, and says it's time to make a proper gentleman out of him.

She also knows jiu-jitsu and not only can flip him bodily, but can inescapably pin him with relative ease. She chokes him out twice before he stops trying to get past her.

For the next several hours, the massive blond soldier can be found out in the gardens at the Grand Crescent, sitting on a bench and staring coldly into the middle distance. He's still and seemingly serene, but there's a natural scowl on his scarred face and a dangerous energy about him, like the slightest of things could set him off at any second.

He's not sure what's going on, precisely. But he's starting to think this is Hell.


2. Welcome Drinks

Yeah. This is Hell.

The Lt. Col., artfully dodging the objects he throws at her, waltzes in with an armful of clothes and tells him it's time to get ready for the event at the Pleasure Gardens. When he tells her he's not wearing that goddamn monkey suit or going anywhere, she pulls rank on him. When he goes to throttle her, she puts him in a dynamic pin until he blacks out again, and when he comes to he's already dressed and in a carriage.

Apart from the godawful green suit (which he's unbuttoning and dismantling piece by piece as the evening goes on) it's just a mixer. Nothing he wasn't constantly obligated to attend back in the military. So he does the same thing he used to do back then, sticks to the edges of the crowd and avoids conversation as best he can. Gets his hands on as many drinks as he can snag, enough to dull his sobriety but not his senses.

It's inevitable, in shuffling around for a refill, he bumps into somebody. "Excuse me. Sorry." It's a raspy, quiet voice not used to polite conversation. And a giant of a man who looks unsuited for it.


3. Greenhouse Effect/Skinny Dipping?
(cw: PTSD, panic attacks, a big guy who will lash out if either are acknowledged)

Expectation of refinement? Fancy clothes? Social event? Hell theory so far proving 100% correct.

Shoved into and lost in an impossibly endless rainforest? Damn near confirms it.

To say the Major is deeply sensitive to this type of environment is putting it lightly, and the moment he realizes that's where he is, dread overtakes him. It's Amparo all over again. The sweltering heat, the humidity soaking through clothes. Leaves and branches slapping bare skin, concealing the path. He can't tell if the glowing plants are real or just a new, vivid addition to scenes that have played out in his head a thousand times now. Things in the bushes, hunting them all down like prey. Lambs to the slaughter. Only this time, it's only him. The only man left standing.

Part of him's frankly impressed. They couldn't have picked a better torment for a bastard like him. It's enough to make him laugh, soft and grim, as he digs through the brush for something he can craft a weapon out of.

He is quite the surprising sight for anybody who happens along this particular path through the jungle.


4. Butterflies

He's lost about half the suit by the time he finds himself up in a tree. Coat and waistcoat were left behind ages ago, and the only thing keeping these awful high breeches on is the fact he doesn't have a knife to cut them down to a more practical size. By now he's assuming he's never getting out of here, that the rest of eternity will spent like this, so there's no harm in taking a breather. Trying to get his head on straight (enough, for Krauser.)

While he's perched up there, mind going a million miles an hour, the butterflies show up. A laughably serene image in the middle of this tempest. Several land on the branches around him, gently folding and unfolding their iridescent wings. Then one lands on his knee, bigger than the others, a brilliant shade of blue that draws out an old, painful memory.

He has no idea how long it's been, how long he's been staring at it when a noise from below makes the butterflies scatter, up and down and all around the branches of the tree. The blue one leaves last and as Krauser comes back to the present moment, he finds a calmer body, breaths steady, tension eased.

Except for his pulse. Which is racing. And his attention is fixed on the person walking below, the first person he's seen in at least an hour, watching the departing swarm of butterflies.

Somebody he needs to touch, immediately. He goes from stillness to motion, dropping down to land behind them with a graceful but heavy thud.

"You lost too, huh?"


5. Network

un: mjk

[A day after the Pleasure Gardens. Short, sweet, to the point.]

What the goddamn hell is going on here


6. Wildcard

[Happy to plan something else with you! Hit me up on PM, Discord, or theggnator and let's chat.]

[knife2meetu]

There's a wreath or something around here somewhere, that's the latest from the naiads at the spring, sweet-faced and laughing with their dryad friends gossiping in the glade. Supposedly it's a ticket out of this jungle labyrinth and Leon had an idea of gathering as many of his fellow expats as he could find so they could turn it in at once, get them all out on a technicality. It's the closest thing to a plan he's had in... years, probably.

Except Leon has long since been separated from those he found, along with his bottle green tailcoat and his cravat. He's since rolled up his starched white dress shirt up to his elbows and loosened the lacings from throat to heart, his embroidered white waistcoat flutters open as he hacks at the foliage with the knife he's been keeping sheathed at the small of his back. Formerly white silk stockings are stained from mud and dirt and shredded foliage, and his shoes will probably never be suitable for wear in polite company ever again. The off-white breeches and the rest are altogether completely uncomfortable in this unrelenting humidity.

Thankfully, those springs and pools he's encountered just when he's started to get dizzy or thirsty haven't been unfit to drink from (even if the girls living near them can get really friendly). The flicker of iridescent wings in a cloud rising up through the green canopy draws his attention and he pauses, breath puffing, to drag the back of his hand across his sweating brow.

Not much sunlight penetrates the thick canopy overhead, but the little that does seems to dance with swirls of what seem like fine dust. Leon is struck suddenly by an urge, his nose wrinkling—

He sneezes. Ugh.

When Leon hears something drop heavily to the ground behind him he's swift to wheel around, lowering his center of gravity, his knife sticky with plant sap but ready. For a moment, Leon doubts his eyes, because that hulking shadow rising to his full height looks familiar in ways his mind pulls sharply away from, unwilling to acknowledge, directly at odds with the contrariwise compulsion to pin all his attention on him.

Can't be.

Finel Lavellan | Dragon Age

[malavhenan]

[ ooc notes:
- for any DA castmates, I'm playing Finel as unromanced and more than happy to have any DAI companions not recognize him as Inquisitor, so approach him (or not) however you wish! No pressure either way.
- I write in prose, but feel free to use whatever format you prefer.
- Finel is m/m for shipping/smut, as a heads up! He's very open for casual encounters but is currently a bit touch-starved due to Reasons. ]

arrival/prologue |

He had only meant to rest for an hour or two - as much as several of his companions had pushed for immediately returning to the Eluvian to continue pursuing the threat, Finel had begged for a short time to recover from the first journey. There was the risk that the longer they stayed in the palace, the more likely the collected representatives would grow impatient and call for a resumption of the summit to determine the fate of the Inquisition.

That alone made him feel very tired. Finel still hadn't untangled his own feelings enough to know what his preferred outcome would be, let alone sit there and listen to nobles debate what the Inquisition had actually done for them. The discovery of this new plot had been a welcome distraction, and would have been just one more problem to solve if not for the Anchor's sudden, violent destabilization. Even now, he could feel the power in his palm wavering in a way he'd never remembered before.

He'd only meant to close his eyes for a little while. Yet when he opened them, a strange, entirely different world awaited. After a not insignificant amount of time spent in panicked confusion, he finally came to understand that this place was Other. Elsewhere. In-between. This was a different world, a different timeline. Something entirely separate from where he had been gathered.

There's an irony to the idea of being called here by yet another alleged God. He hadn't even begun to wrestle with the hidden mosaics about Fen'Harel and the Evanuris they had discovered only some hours ago. Finel felt a familiar skepticism towards this new being Pheme as he did the entities of his own heritage.

God or not, this is his current reality, and he is both surprised and somewhat ashamed that the feeling that comes with the acceptance of this reality is...relief. Though the Anchor still tingles and shines softly on his palm, there is a weightlessness that comes with a realization that there is no summit, no Qunari plot to finish uncovering, no Inquisition relying on him to solve the problems of the world.

It is...freeing.


welcome drinks |

Finel has long grown used to a world more inhabited by humans than elves, with its rich, occasionally over-wrought decor and palatial settings. He allows his assigned attendant, a youthful individual with androgynous features and dark brown hair pulled into a low ponytail, to select an outfit for the event, pleasantly surprised at its aesthetics. It's not quite the right fashion, they tell him, but should still suit. His hair he binds up into a braided bun, some tendrils falling elegantly about his face.

The party is almost too reminiscent of the Winter Palace, but noticeably and pleasantly absent obscene whispers about his Dalishness, if indeed any here even knew what a Dalish elf is. He can be any other guest. The inclusion of exotic plant life, as well, felt a far cry from the echoing, empty marble. It heartened him even more, to be among even unfamiliar greenery.

The drink of the evening seemed determined to match the verdant splendor; Finel felt warmed from the first sip, feeling even more of his previous cares and worries slip away. The Anchor still sent intermittent, familiar pangs of pain up through his arm, but even with its increased frequency, he had long grown accustomed to them.

When someone asks him to dance, he smiles, somewhat apologetic, but eager. "If you're all right with the fact that I don't know any of the steps, I'd love to."


the greenhouse effect |

Where there might have been a wave of panic at realizing the door is gone once he stepped through, the effects of the drink from earlier have carried him past it - all of this is new and thrilling in a way he couldn't remember viewing the world. Rarely had he had enough time to appreciate the beauty of a place in Thedas for what it was before danger took over.

Finel explores without much care, either on his own or pulling a new companion along by the hand. The heat of the greenhouse has him loosening the buttons from around his collar, until eventually he removes the outer layer entirely, leaving him in a sleeveless tunic.

After following the lofty giggles and bobbing lantern of dryads, he pauses for a moment to catch his breath, hand clenching as another wave of pain courses through his arm, but the smile on his face doesn't falter.

"Ah...I think perhaps we are lost."


skinny dipping | (ooc: m/m for potential flirting/smut)

Finel was born in the winter, and always preferred the snow to the heat. Which is to say, the hot humidity of the greenhouse has him wilting a bit. The sight of a pool is more than welcome, and bolstered by the adventurous tonic, he begins to strip down without much care of anyone else possibly present. The clothes he leaves in a neat pile, and anyone possibly close enough to be watching or notice may realize that his slender frame bares several scars, including one thin slice that starts just below his left shoulder and extends in a long diagonal across his chest, ending near his right hip. A puncture wound adorns the same shoulder, a burn scar licks up along his right calf. Some smaller ones are harder to see at a distance.

He slips into the water, humming with pleasure at the cool temperature. Just beneath the surface, his palm glows faintly. A memory conjures briefly, and is gone again. The atmosphere here - a nighttime pool, lit softly by mysterious plants, and the sounds of distant merrymaking, feels like the most relaxing thing he could ever remember.

Finel finds a rock at the edge of the pool and drapes himself lazily over it, just observing others, perhaps hoping to catch the eye of someone handsome to join him.



gives you butterflies | (m/m only)

Having reluctantly realized that he cannot stay in the pool all evening, Finel eventually dresses and resumes his wanderings, looking for the exit. After a few minutes, the Anchor's twinges of pain are becoming more and more frequent, the glow brighter. Whether it's the pain or the effects of the drink wearing off, fear and worry begin to claw at him once again. The last time he felt this, the excess power that discharged from his hand was violent enough to throw him backwards. He needed to find an exit, or at least a place with fewer people around - there's no telling how large of a blast it will be this time.

Finel stumbles along the path, the pain a continuous throb. He doesn't realize he'd passed through a veritable swarm of butterflies until he feels the kiss of their wings against his face and ears, their softness a strange contrast to the dagger-like pain in his arm.

Suddenly, the pain and the pressure take over - but instead of an outward blast, the magic seems to reverse course and instead push itself into his body. Every nerve seems to alight in white-hot pain, making him cry out sharply as his knees buckle beneath him. Finel collapses to the ground, curling against subsequent convulsions that eventually pass after a few moments.

Perhaps you see him as he goes down, or perhaps you find him a few minutes later, sitting on the ground, back to a tree, catching his breath.

"Sorry," he says, smiling weakly. "Could you help me?"


wildcard |
Open to any other ideas / prompts! DM me or feel free to just start one~

Shall we Dance?

[noughtmancer]

Quentin was used to thinking that he was way out of someone's league. Likewise he was used to being approached instead of the other way around however there was something in that drink, something potent and strong that shed all of his inhibitions to the wind; so when he caught sight of the Dalish elf from across the foliage-- he decided to just take the plunge. Why the hell not? There were two sides to Quentin, the awkward mess of a disaster. And then there was Quentin on alcohol, who was arguably still a disaster but less mindful of it.

"Hey... it's fine, I'm not too clear on the steps either, but I figure we can ah, cheat off the other people's dance moves? See how they are doing it and mimic it, yeah?"

Did they say those sorts of things in regency-land? Well, Quentin supposed they did now and thus that was how he ended up with Finel's hand in his own and recognized that they had both settled into this strange new world and likely they both did not know much of anything.

And if Finel was down for a dance? Well he was too.

If Finel changed his mind after that admittance? Well that would not be anything too world-shattering.

suletta mercury 🍅 gundam: the witch from mercury 🍅 new

[gaintwo]

  i'll see you on the moon

( for suletta, waking up in a strange, new world with a strange, new woman hovering over her who looks identical to her mother but clearly is not her mother is, in a word, entirely overwhelming. even though this maid has the appearance of okaasan, the distant and unfamiliar way that she regards suletta is entirely foreign. everything about this place is foreign! where are the robots?? the colonies?? where is miorine?? ariel?? guel?? ceres??? anyone????

it shouldn't come as a surprise that suletta can barely manage to stammer two words out.

even as okaasan-not-okaasan walks her through the town, suletta's too taken aback for her words to come out as anything more than 'b-b-b-b-but!' and her maid hardly pays attention to that. suletta jumps at the sight of an openly burning candle, and she scurries away from a horse drawn carriage [because those beasts look massive and terrifying!]. by the time she's introduced to her own townhouse, she's thoroughly exhausted from trying to make sense of things that clearly don't make sense. she doesn't know what she's meant to do! the woman in the maid uniform had explained it, but suletta was too busy hiding from the weird ladies in the giant dresses to pay it any mind.

now that she has time to herself, suletta tiptoes out of her room, down to the common area, and just about throws herself on the ground before the first person she sees. it started off as a modest bow, but she bowed so low that she lost her balance and ended up a panicked puddle on the ground. )

I-I-I... I need your help!!!

  we dance in synchronous rotation

( a few hours between arriving and receiving the invitation isn't nearly enough for suletta to get her head on straight. the maid woman keeps popping in, and suletta is hit with comfort, because it's her mother, and fear, because this woman ABSOLUTELY IS NOT HER MOTHER!! in the end, she decides going to the ball makes more sense than sitting alone in her room. maybe that's where she'll find miorine! and, if nothing else, she might be able to ask after other people and see what she can find out.

her fake!mom recommends a green dress, which isn't like the last dress she wore at all. she doesn't have it in her to argue, since this woman is already so off-putting as it is.

when she arrives, suletta is starstruck all over again. the last time she was at a ball, it was more of a business event, all for show. people there didn't really didn't dance at all. so, it's fascinating, really, to see so many people moving so elegantly. suletta finds herself mesmerized, drifting closer to the dance floor to get a better look at the movements and the motions. it's so elegant, so fluid, so—

huh?

huh????? someone's addressing HER??!?! )

Eeep! I can't dance with you!!!

( suletta was so focused, she didn't even catch what this person said. they could have been asking the time for all she knows. )

  you give me fifty-nine percent from libration

( somehow, being inside this giant house of flora and mysteries is the calmest suletta has felt since arriving here. plants just have a relaxing effect, she supposes. it's also probably because all the plants here remind suletta of miorine's garden back at home.

most of her time inside this big, glass garden is spent enjoying the flowers and trying decide on which one she should bring back home and look after for miorine. should she try to dig up the giant, glowing one? or maybe the one that looks more like a fruit? the small flowers are nice, too, so maybe that's the one she should take. decisions, decisions...

suletta doesn't even realize just how deep into the jungle she's wandered until she spins about and realizes that she has no idea where she is or how she got there. ironically, she's great under stress, so the fact that she's completely, entirely lost steels her resolve more than it induces panic. all she has to do is find an exit. she can do that. once she finds her way out, she take all the flowers she wants back to miorine!

with that in mind, she approaches someone with a small smile. )

Excuse me. Have you seen the exit? I have to bring plants to someone important.

  additional

Just as a warning: Suletta is seventeen, which is on the low end. All these prompts are pretty general for that reason. I'm here for shipping and smutting, but I want to make her age super clear before people tag in!

I don't think she has a canon birthday, but let's say it's in June, so she'll be 18 shortly.

I'll see you on the moon

[cloversandcranes]

[Makoto had been expecting many things but this? This wasn't one of them. Whatever calm he was feeling before flew out the window as he took in the woman on the ground. He put down the book he was reading and quickly rushed towards her.]

Hey! A-Are you okay? What's wrong?!

[Despite his own panic, he gently tried to help Suletta up to her feet as he did a brief look at her.]

What happened? And why are you bowing?!

bucky barnes | mcu | new

[ostavil]

an invitation

Bucky has literally never had a servant before and the closest he's ever been to one is someone that works for someone cleaning their house. He grew up scraping by and he's not doing well enough for domestic staff on a veteran's paycheck. The guy is insistent though and he gives him an invitation for a ball and that shit is completely weird; Bucky loves to dance but he's never been to anything so formal to be called a ball.

There's the clothes, too, and even though the servant asks him if he wants help, Bucky waves that off. That is absolutely not necessary, weird, and too personal. Still, he's not really sure how to go about dressing like a Jane Austen novel because he's no Mr. Darcy or Colonel Brandon. He manages it though, from waistcoat to shoes, and when he gets a look at himself in the mirror he thinks he looks like a complete idiot. It's green, too, and he looks terrible in green and always has.

"Great. Fantastic."

He gets to the ball and stands on the edge of the dancing trying not to be noticed and it's kind of hard to manage it because he's a big guy and he's hovering next to a tray of refreshments like he's tethered to it. Does this place have whiskey? He could use some. A lot. All of it. Someone comes close to him and he jerks away a little before apologizing.

"Sorry, didn't mean to bump into you. I'm not that graceful." Except that he is, when he puts his mind to it, and he's mind is definitely not on this.

the palm house

Botanical Gardens sound like a great idea to get away from everyone and besides, he's always liked calm things like reading books or looking at flowers even if it isn't what someone would expect to look at him. Bucky steps in without a second thought, perfectly content to be there, and he sees plants that are entirely too tropical for a place like this.

"Well, it's a botanical garden," he says to himself and keeps winding his way through. It doesn't escape his notice, though, that there's soft voices, gentle laughter, and pretty lights and it all seems a little unnatural. He decides it's too claustrophobic for him and decides to make his way back to the entrance, except that he can't find it. Huh. He's always had a good sense of direction, even before the Soldier, and afterward his sense of direction had always been uncanny. It's something innate him to find true north and he can't find anything in this mess.

"Hey, I didn't sign up for the labyrinth," he says to no one in particular and he knows he's getting frustrated. This whole place frustrates him from cravats to calla lilies and this is just another example. Still, he doesn't think the esteemed Lady Pheme would like it too much if he punched her hedges so he just curls his left hand into a fist and uses his right to try and beat a path back through to where he thinks the entrance is.

( You can plurk me at tessituras or send me a PM to my journal if you want a wildcard prompt! )

invite

[brandingproblem]

"Bullshit, you can be almost as graceful as Rogers if you wanna be." He holds up an apologetic hand. "Sorry, didn't mean to sneak up on you."

Hi, did you want company? Because you're getting company. At least it's someone familiar. If extremely dressed down in comparison.

"I don't know if seeing someone I know makes this more likely to be a fever dream or less." Clint motions to the insanity and inanity around them. "Not exactly either of our scenes, huh."

Sebastian Castellanos | The Evil Within | New

[controllings]

—when we all fall asleep, where do we go?—

As far as nightmares go this is almost a dream.

Sebastian can't remember the last time he slept deeply, and it worries him that he managed to. How much time did he lose?

...Where the fuck is he?

The laughter wakes him, twisted, recent memories making his skin crawl, even as it shifts into something playful and lighthearted he's still unsettled, never mind the fact that those laughing look like some kind of ren faire dance troupe. He brushes them off, they don't seem to be a threat beyond annoyance, and pulls himself to his feet.

One of them is different, however, fully-clothed, for one, but not much more helpful. Blonde and blue-eyed but in a non-descript way he struggles to put a finger on. He doesn't realize exactly how much of a problem that is until he brushes past her, ignoring her nonsensical explanations, because he knows what this is. He doesn't need some phantom in this fucked up mindgame to tell him—

He whirls when she says his name behind him, her voice suddenly painfully familiar—

Except no, it's definitely the same woman.

He follows behind her from there on out.

[ ooc: admittedly more a set dressing than a prompt, but any fellow new arrivals want to end up on the Welcome Tour with him, or run into him around the Grand Crescent, etc, by all means! ]


—arrival 2.0—

If you think you just saw this man punching a wooden crate in an alleyway no, you absolutely did not.


—not easy drinking green—

He's a Detective, for fuck's sake, but can he find his own goddamn clothes tonight? No. No he cannot. And the horrible woman here to haunt him has given him no mercy, only an outfit that looks a little too much like something off a romance novel for his comfort, in a shade he'd never wear willingly, but he can't show up in the towel clutched around his waist, and he's never seen a woman look less impressed with him. For a moment he considers petulance and refusing to go to the Garden Party, but he knows that means a long night being stalked by Stephanie (she who shall be thus named until she wants a different one.)

Fuck it.

Sebastian will be found near the punch bowl, giving off “please don't” vibes, but observing in a way that's...softly curious. Unless he catches someone staring, in which case it's right back to cold standoffishness.


—welcome to the jungle—

The most disorienting thing is the thought that this is familiar. His head swims with something like vertigo, but without the expected high-pitched electronic whine to signal the world is about to shift. He's not surprised to find himself suddenly apart from everyone else, door nowhere to be seen. He is surprised that nothing's actively bleeding or falling apart around him. It's the little things.

He sticks to the path with the unerring confidence of a man innately good with directions (whether he actually is or not, the confidence remains), but he's not exactly taking a leisurely stroll. He's on edge, even with the sense of Adventure and Exploration in the air (in the drink he downed in one gulp without ever looking at it properly) he can't help feeling watched. Again, it's...familiar. Not comforting. But familiar.

On a hunch, he takes a slice out of a large leaf along the path. Fifteen minutes and seven different turns later, he finds himself at that same leaf for the third time.

“Fuck.”


—clap to save a life—

Sebastian is looking a little disreputable by now, jacket abandoned to particularly handsy nymph, his cravat pitched before even that, pants stained by an ill-advised off-path adventure into some ferns— and yet he's never felt more alive. Well, at least not in recent memory. He's actually smiling as he beats a new path, and all too easily lured by a new kind of light in the distance, this time finally unaccompanied by the unnerving laughter of the others.

He's not expecting butterflies, but then again, he's beginning to realize his imagination could use some work.

They swirl around him and he stops still, almost afraid to breathe, while they appear to take his measure, and then dissipate. One remains, however, curious, and he reaches out with a crooked finger. He can feel the light reflecting off his face as he smiles, as the strange creature perches on the offered finger, flutters its wings like Tinkerbell, and seemingly satisfied with its little glitter show, flitters off to rejoin its friends.

It's not til that small contact is removed that Sebastian is struck with absolute, abject loneliness, his hand feels chilled, and in a way that shoving it under his armpit isn't solving. He knows what he needs, as stupid as it feels, as much as he's still painfully in denial about it. God he just needs to touch someone.


—you can't keep me here—

By the time the rumours of the Golden Wreaths reach Sebastian, he's about fucking done with this place. It's a goddamn vacation compared to his last mindfuck, but he's ready for a nap and he's not drunk enough to sleep in this jungle.

His mind is sharp as ever, however, the sense of Adventure still lingering, so the smallest clues to follow keep him focused. The promise of getting out of this place would be motivation enough.


—wildcard—

{ ooc: OPEN TO SHENANIGANS, got an idea that I haven't made a prompt for? PM/asirensings me and let's chat, or frankly, hit me with it and let's see what happens.

Seb is gonna be a bit prickly and I'm not looking for super smutty options with him right now, but if you've got a solid idea I guarantee you I'm amenable.

Will match brackets or prose to your preference ♥ }

you can't keep me here

[axecop]

Even a peaceful evening at Pheme's botanic gardens turns into a mess around here.

Joseph's fared better than many though. From the moment he entered the Palm House he figured out there was a game to be played. Sticking to beaten paths, steering clear of the water, and staunchly refusing the beckoning of a naiad gained him a clue. Directions of paths to take, then something about a spindle and a ring. He's reached the clearing the nymph spoke of, and now to figure out what she meant by the rest of it.

He paces around the little clearing, thinking hard, and he's about on the cusp of it when there's a rustling from nearby. Footsteps. An all too familiar curse word muttered in the darkness.

There's every chance in the world this is another illusion. A trick to try and throw him off the path or distract him. But when a familiar face steps out of the foliage across the clearing from him, Joseph finds himself very, very efficiently distracted. The last time he saw him, he was falling through the cracks in reality once more, screaming, panicking as Joseph reached out for him, weak and slumping into a pool of his own blood-

"Seb?" It escapes from him without a thought, louder than he intends. If this is a trick, the person enacting it just got their hooks in him. "Sebastian?"

This is when he fades away. Or the whole world around them descends into hell again, twisted and corrupted by the evil mind running the show. But he doesn't, and it doesn't, and Joseph starts rushing towards him. And he still doesn't fade.

"Oh my god. Sebastian!"

Makoto Naegi | Danganronpa | OTA | New

[cloversandcranes]

I'd have two pennies...

[When Makoto first woke up in Andovale, he thought he got kidnapped again. Which was honestly not far off, but at least it wasn't another killing game this time. That revelation had settled his nerves enough to keep himself calm. The surroundings helped too. It was beautiful here, with no sign of the effects of the war and the devastation he was used to seeing back home. After meeting his new maid, he found himself in the Trade Quarter, wondering what to do next.

He really couldn't stay here. His friends back home needed him. And the future foundation... he couldn't leave his friends to deal with that alone. He had tried to walk to the palace to talk to Lady Pheme, but his new maid had gently but firmly nudged him towards the trade quarter, despite his pleading. Upon arriving at his room, he was swiftly dressed into something more fitting, despite his flustered objections. Tired and frustrated, he tried to walk to the palace, despite his maid's efforts. Soon you could hear their argument in the courtyard.]

Please, miss, I need to- Stop! I need to talk to Lady Pheme. I can't stay here. I'm sure she'll understand if I explain the situation to her! You don't understand. My friends need me!


I need questions, now

Text; Username: Naegi11037

I suppose talking to Lady Pheme isn't as easy as I hoped. Has anyone talked to her since arriving? I really can't stay here.


Sense and Senses (NSFW) (CW: Nudity and possible sexual themes)

[Makoto was not having a good time. First, he got lost. Then he started feeling hot and aroused for no reason. And then he lost his clothes after skinny dipping in this rainforest pool. He had hoped it would help cool and calm him down, but it didn't. And when he was tired of sitting in the cool pool, he found that the naiads had taken his clothes. Great. Now he was stuck with staying in this pool or running naked as he searched for his clothes. Neither of those sounded pleasant.]

Great...What do I do now?

[He decided to stay in the pool and wait for help. Hopefully, someone would find his clothes soon. He didn't know what to do about his other problem. Touching himself didn't bring him as much relief as he planned. It just made him feel more uncomfortable. Yet he couldn't just stop, as a bit of comfort was better than nothing. After several more attempts to cure his affliction, he gave up and sulkily blew bubbles, as he pouted. After sulking for a bit, he sighed and slightly lifted his head to call out.]

Hello? Is anyone there? I seemed to have misplaced my clothes.


So do you

[Makoto was done. All he wanted to do was find one of these wreaths, go to his room and sleep off this frustrating situation. He thankfully found his clothes again so at least he wouldn't be naked this time. Sighing in frustration, he scratched at his clothes and looked around.]

How do I get myself into these situations?

[Grumbling quietly to himself, he looked up and saw something glittering up in a tree above him. There nestled in the branches was a golden wreath.]

...Is that what they meant?

[He approached the tree and squinted up at the tree top. It was pretty high up. At first, he tried to throw objects to try to make the wreath fall. But after a while of throwing things with no progress, he sighed and looked at the trunk. Maybe he could climb it? He wasn't waiting for someone else to help him this time. Grumbling he looked for climbing spots and saw a branch above his head. Letting out a sigh, he tried reaching for it only to find himself too short to reach it.]

You have got to be kidding me. Why me?

[Grumbling to himself, he jumped up to reach it only to find it too high for him. Refusing to give up, he tried again. ...And again. You might want to help him.]


Wildcard?

[OOC: Hello! I'm bringing in Makoto from before the anime (after danganronpa 2). He's 20 here and suffering. I don't have a kink list yet but I'm very open to pretty much anything as long as it's not scat or watersports. Those are the two main nos for me. I'm quite new at writing NSFW stuff but I'm eager and want to try it. Just...forgive me if it isn't that good at first.

You can contact me at CeyahWolfsong or with discord at Anne#6966. I would love to plot out other options and talk to you if you want to. Also, due to stress and sleep deprivation, I can be slow with tags. Sorry about that.]

sense

[fujos]

( any number of things could have given away just who was lurking beyond the cover of brush. there's the heavy breathing, the occasional squeal of delight, and, of course, the signature cackle that comes after naegi's call for action. well, her cover is blown now! she's got no choice but to backflip from behind the trees, cheeks red and clothes crumpled from her occasional fangirlish grasping at them. )

Why, Makoodle, Poodle, Kit & Caboodle!

( makoto* )

You're lookin' so hot, you're lucky I don't shove a pair in ya' myself! Kyahahaha!

After all this time, is this finally the motivation you need to unleash your masculine inhibitions?! Hot, steamy, guy-on-guy action here in the depths of the jungle?! You gonna put that hose to use, fireman???

Orym | Critical Role | New!

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[ 1. Arrival ]

[It's not Orym's first time waking up somewhere strange. And for a little while he's half certain this is another trick of the Fox's, despite the insistence of the (suspiciously attentive and kind) young man who insists that he's his new butler. By the time he's been led to his room and settled in and finally left to his own devices? Yeah, maybe this isn't the Fox. Maybe this is something different.

If nothing else, he can't feel that link of familiar and legend in his mind, no reassuring pulse of Dorian's presence. That, more than anything else, has him on edge. If Dorian isn't here, then... No, okay breathe. Breathe and save the anxiety attack for later. He needs some air.

Surely that's the explanation that he slips out his window, up onto the roof and then leaps down. So maybe it's a bit startlin to whoever might be there to have a halfling man, not that much more than three feet tall land in a careful crouch in front of them. Tattoos climb up one arm all the way to a bare shoulder, swirls of wind surrounding a crescent moon cradling a smaller moon. He's dressed in loose fitting clothes and armor, a sword and shield strapped to his back. Straightening up, he manages a sheepish smile.]

Hey, sorry. Took the fast way down.


[ 2. Greenhouse Effect ]

[Green is Orym's usual color, so he had no objections to that part of things. The, uh, finer trappings of the outfit though are less than appealing. He's been wrestled into pants that fit close around slim hips, a waistcoat patterned with leaves and vines, a long-sleeve linen shirt -- ugh, sleeves -- and a high collar tied with a simple green ribbon in lieu of a cravat or tie. He feels a little like he's suffocating.

He's tugging at his collar even as he finds himself being escorted down a pathway and handed a drink, the glass quite large in his hands, and he should know better than to drink anything handed to him in a strange, new world. But he drinks anyway because he could use it right now.

By the time he makes it into the Greenhouse, his mood has been significantly boosted, and the halfling looks far more interested in exploring this place than he had originally been. And a little tipsy. But he's still stifling, so don't mind him just stripping then and there.]

[For anyone who gives him an odd look, well.] Those ladies have the right idea. [He gestures at the nymphs. Eventually he contents himself with his pants, the shirt untucked unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up past his forearms. Better. He can breathe again.]

This place is beautiful though.


[ 3. Skinny Dipping ] (cw: nudity)

[Orym has nothing in the way of shame, really, around nudity. So there is around a milisecond hesitation before he's stripping and setting himself in the water. He probably wouldn't have even needed the magical encouragement at this point in time. Sinking down into the water, he doesn't bother to hide a relieved,]

Oh thank god. [It's really really warm in here.] Water's nice, right?

[Or maybe you come upon him once he's decided to finally emerge from the pleasant pool and realizing...] ...where are my pants?

[From all around a chorus of giggling. Well. Shit.]


[ 4. Butterflies ] (note: OTA for the sexually frustrated and totally in denial halfling, but closed to Dorian for actually sexy times, so cw: sexy times)

[Through some miracle Orym manages to retrieve his pants, but is still crashing through the brush and thick tropical undergrowth to try to hunt down where his shirt has gotten off to when he finds himself emerging into a clearing. His sudden arrival seems to startle a small swarm of butterflies to take flight. It's beautiful, really, and Orym finds himself stopping short to watch as they rise into the air around him. He watches in awe, the faint start of a smile on his lips.

He doesn't notice the pollen that's falling on him like so much pixie dust.

He does notice the way that his entire body starts to feel a little too hot, more than just in repsonse to the temperature in the air. There's a heat building and roiling in the pit of his stomach and he wants. Good god he wants.

So maybe you come across a shirtless, flushed halfling doing pushups or crunches like his life depends on it because maybe that will help. Maybe he should go back to the water, see if that would cool him down. He is not going to jerk off in the middle of a magic jungle with strangers roaming about. He's not. He's also not going to throw himself at some passing attractive stranger, either. That's his line. Even if Dorian isn't here, well, they'd only just figured themselves out, and he doesn't really want anyone who isn't the bard, magic sexy spells or no.]


[ 5. Wildcard ]

(( Feel free to catch Orym anywhere and everywhere. Or hit me up at seasided or PM me here to plan something out! ))

ARRIVAL - LET ME GREET YOUR ORYM!

[zemnianjoy]

[ There was something absolutely fishy; it was something in the air like a tang. He'd grown to know the people that he'd been in this situation with and he knew a fair bit of the townspeople by sight, however there was something in the wind and he was curious, so incredibly curious and that is what led his steps to his old grounds--

The Crescents.

He had a feeling that Pheme was on her bullshit once again, it was just a prickle underneath his skin and gods he was intensely curious about it, curious about the slow and steady stream of people coming in from the Wisteria Grove.

He was only a little surprised by the bolt of green that landed like a cat in front of him ]

Huch!-- Mien gott-- [ okay, a lottle surprised ] Well, that was quite the entrance.

cloud strife ( ff7r )

[unsocials]

AN INVITATION
[ cloud reluctantly allowed himself to be bullied into appropriate clothing (except for his combat boots, which he's still wearing), then further bullied into the party, but that doesn't mean he's happy about it. his new maid had tried in vain to tame the spiky mess of his hair, but it hadn't taken long for it to defy her attempts, and now--like always--it's the most visibly identifying part of him. (the second most visibly-identifying part of him is definitely the bright, blue glow of his eyes.)

thus far, he's mostly been holding up a wall. he's not thrilled to be here, and it certainly shows on his face. seriously, he's bringing down the mood just by existing in the general vicinity of other people.. ]


GREENHOUSE EFFECT
[ he's regretting a lot of things right now. obediently coming along to this stupid party. accepting the weird green drink. getting in line. definitely coming into this greenhouse.

what he's not regretting? keeping his boots. it's way easier traipsing through jungle in these than those fancy shoes most people were wearing. cloud's also stripped off his jacket already and abandoned it.. somewhere.. and his sleeves are rolled up his forearms.

at the moment, he's staring suspiciously at a lantern dancing in the distance, a sour look on his otherwise usually expressionless face. ] .. Think they're just more servants, or monsters..? [ either way, it's not like he has his sword with him, so he's not going after whatever it is. ]


SKINNY DIPPING
[ he has no idea what happened. one second there was a voice, and the next thing he knew, he was completely naked in a.. pond or something..

regardless, there's no sign of monsters or spells anymore, and though he could get back out and redressed, he guesses he might as well at least rinse off the sweat. the outfit he was in wasn't exactly the most breathable, and it's hot and humid in this place.

just.. don't mind his glare if you hear the splashing. ]


GIVES YOU BUTTERFLIES
[ eventually, cloud can be found back in his clothes, head tilted back to peer up at the glowing cloud of butterflies overhead. they're.. beautiful. he hates to admit it, since he hates pretty much everything about being here, but for all that he hates being fucked with like pheme apparently enjoys.. she's done okay with these creatures.

at least, he believes that until he starts to feel.. warm. he doesn't even recognize the feeling at first; it's been a long time since he was in a good enough place mentally and emotionally to experience arousal. there's no mistaking it as it grows stronger, though, flushing his face and leaving his skin too sensitive. ]

What--? [ he glances toward the person nearest, glowing eyes bewildered. ] What the hell is going on?


WILDCARD
[ prompt him or whatever ya want. maybe he's your character's new housemate? he has permissions in his journal (for smut and also regarding his warnings), so please check those out. otherwise i'm down to clown. ]

Greenhouse Effect

[bomblogic]

They're dryads, actually. [ Comes a smooth regal voice as Mara approaches. It's easy enough for her to tell that he's not "from" this realm — the hair is a dead giveaway — and there's a comfort in that. Not that she would admit to such a thing. She hasn't been wandering around the forest long enough yet to surmise that no servants or other locals are present.

There's no question that she's from somewhere else — between the stark white hair, pale faintly blue-tinted skin, and illuminated blue eyes — but she's still humanoid at least. And fairly composed, despite the setting. Mara didn't indulge her servant's urges to dress "appropriately" and still wears her normal attire, and while her own knee-high boots weren't expressly combat boots the molded material invoked thoughts of armor rather than impractical fashion. ]

Fairly harmless as far as Greek creatures go, if my memory of such mythology serves. [ Mara stops to stand next to him, albeit respecting personal space, and looks toward the distant lantern light. ] I'm not sure where they might care to lead any of us, but I doubt it's to the exit.

Mara Sov | Destiny

[bomblogic]

[ Let's try this again shall we? :) For canonmates or those canon-familiar, Mara will be coming from after the events that took place during Season of Defiance (so basically canon-current since the new season just started Tuesday).

Starters are in brackets/action as that's my default with her but 100% fine with prose and can match. ]


1. ARRIVAL

[ Generally, when a sharp and distinct change of setting occurs, Mara has been both aware of it coming (generally speaking) and has reached for it, intent on entering The Unknown on her own terms as much as possible. This has none of that.

And it is perhaps a small miracle that she doesn't blast the gleeful nymphs with energy upon abruptly waking in this place that clearly is not the "safe" location of The Farm within the EDZ, her royal quarters in the Dreaming City, or anywhere else she would deem familiar. Nor is there any reassurance to be had when she is unable to reach Petra or any of her witches via telepathy, mentally seeking those familiar pulses of life as the unfamiliar human rambles on. (Visually human, she notes, though the presence doesn't feel quite right.) Mara doesn't appreciate the sensation of compulsion, benevolent as it may be trying to appear, so she reluctantly listens only to rid herself of that sensation and allows the apparent servant — a woman, at least — to lead her wherever they are insistent she go.

The information presented to her about this place and the apparent reason for her arrival is... peculiar to say the least. Though Mara takes it in without interrupting, in much the same way she might any status report or mission update, expression neutral all the while. If any of the locals they pass find her inhuman appearance strange, Mara pays it no mind.

She does not have time for this. The cosmos are at stake, countless lives are at risk, she has aid she needs to continue to give where it's needed most. (Yes, her endurance was reaching its limits after weeks of pushing herself, but this is not how she would desire a break.) There is no time for tea parties or other nonsense. With the kind of forced politeness she would use upon staff wearing thin her patience, Mara dismisses the maid with a gesture and request for blackberry tea, and seeks a moment to herself in the townhouse's garden. ]

[ ooc: feel free to encounter Mara anywhere within or around the townhouse area, or in the gardens. ]

2. THE GREENHOUSE EFFECT

[ Once within the greenhouse it's immediately apparent that all isn't what it seems. Not something that's unfamiliar to Mara, considering her frequent ventures into other realms, and as she takes a moment to appraise her new surroundings she's all the more curious about the abilities of their divine benefactor. It's no simple parlor trick to make a place appear one way on the exterior and another once inside. But, such curiosities and questions are matters for Mara to ponder over later.

Truthfully she's not thrilled at the prospect of navigating such a wild garden with unknown flora and fauna. It invokes unpleasant memories of a very different garden that she had made forbidden for extremely good reason, a garden that despite her cautions her brother had ventured into and such began downfall.

But not all bad memories. The Distributary had plenty of forest and jungle and she traversed them all. Alone and with company. For pleasure and for the hunt. Days that were so long past and ancient memories that threatened to disappear with each new one.

Mara shakes herself out of reverie and sets upon the nearest path with a sure, even stride. She doubts the way out has been made easy. However, she has found her way through far more tangled paths and under much more dire circumstances. A 'mere' rainforest shouldn't be much of a problem at all. ]

[ ooc: open to encounters along the winding paths. Mara will be helpful and not mind company, and would be likely to caution anyone from following any distracting beings, or offer aid if someone's managed to get themselves in bad shape while traversing the forest. she may be easy to spot as she will still be wearing what she arrived in, as well as the fact her eyes are illuminated and are quite visible even in pitch black. ]

3. THAT BELONGS IN A MUSEUM

[ After a certain amount of exploring on her own, Mara attempts the most obvious solution available to her — opening a portal to transport her to the exit, or ideally outside of the Palm House entirely. It fails, of course, succeeding only in stepping through to the other side like stepping through a simple hoop (albeit a glittery purple one) and wasting a small amount of energy in the process.

It proves not an entire waste however, as one of the naiads sees fit to reward the creativity, or simply the pretty display, with the hint about the wreaths that serve as a way out of the surprisingly large forest.

That becomes Mara's mission and she's entirely undaunted by whatever mild — by her scale — challenge happens to be in the way.

Although the key to activating the wreath and finally leaving the forest might prove a tad more tricky for her. ]

[ ooc: open to Mara and someone she's been trying to navigate the forest with having a little adventure together to get to a wreath, her encountering someone on her way to a wreath and joining up, or someone finding her at one of the wreaths (or vice versa). no smut but friendly touching/intimacy or light kissing a-ok. ]

4. WILDCARD + NOTES

[ For those not familiar, Mara has a distinct appearance and has some very particular qualities; if your character can pick up on magic, divinity, or anything similar you're more than welcome to get a vibe from her. Or a general regal vibe, given she's been a queen for centuries. That said, if you try to mind read you'll hit a very firm wall.

Have an idea for a different set-up? Feel free to toss it my way. Not looking to jump right into smut or anything too spicy with Mara right off the bat, at least not without build-up (unless chemistry happens), but otherwise I'll probably be game. Mara's been kind of busy trying to prevent cosmic annihilation for centuries and has died a couple times in the process, so expect her to be rusty and awkward with close contact or intimacy. And as far as that goes she leans f/f but is essentially pan and threads will be OTA unless specifically noted.

If you want to reach out for any reason, you can PM me at this journal, or hit me up at jadednight to plot or what have you! ]

The Greenhouse Effect

[wildgeranium]

[Along one winding path is a tall, blonde-haired man standing silently as he gazes up at the tree canopy above. He seems focuses on the trees but when approached, he turns his head.

His eyes widen at the sight of her glowing eyes. For a second, his glow too. Precise patterns too quick to be discerned. He seems to shed a bit of dim light before it goes away.] Hello, did you get lost too?

Tsukuyo | Gintama | in-game

[tsukky]

OPEN PROMPTS

[tsukky]

GREENHOUSE EFFECT

[ Tsukuyo doesn't look bad in green, per say. It's just never a colour she would normally pick out for herself on any given day. Refusing to respect any kind of desire for a theme on Pheme's part had been the order of the day, until Tsukuyo's maid had managed to twist her arm enough to at least getting her to agree to wear a palest green number, with matching jewels in her necklace and earrings. It's far too... sparkly for Tsukuyo's usual tastes but she knows when to pick her battles.

Of course, it's completely unsuitable for trying to make ones' way through a damn rain forest and as she makes her way through, in her head the blonde woman is also making steady progress through every curse word she knows. Most of them directed at Bella, her maid.

If you run into her somewhere in the depths of the Palm House, she'll be doing one of the following: ]

a.

[ She's pursuing one of the nymphs - not because she's mesmerised by their beauty and wants to get in their pants, or whatever other reason some of you leches might be wanting to talk to them. No, this is straight up pursuit in an attempt to get answers and hopefully a more direct way out of here.

However, no matter how swift she might normally be, (and she's definitely being hindered by this gown) it's as though these damn women can vanish into thin air at the drop of a hat. One minute she's almost within touching distance, the next minute they're gone. It's beyond hot and humid in here and she knows that she needs to conserve her energy, however one last attempt has her leaping down from a tree after one of them again, only to narrowly avoid colliding with you. ]

Damnit-

[ Suffice to say, the nymph woman is gone before she even has a chance to say anything more. ]

b.

[ The harsh sounds of fancy material being sliced, cut and generally ruined fill the air. Tired and thoroughly pissed off at being dressed like this in such an environment, Tsukuyo has had enough. Tanto sword in hand, she's bent over, setting about slicing through the material of her gown and the skirts beneath until the length just about skims her knees, even if it is lopsided as all hell (it's hard to slice the back when she's wearing the damn thing okay?). Much easier for movement.

Any sliced off material is being discarded over her shoulder - maybe some of it hits you? ]

SKINNYDIPPING

[[ ooc: Likely won't lead to anything actively sexual without aphro brought into the mix, but down for just naked awkwardness and hilarity. ]]

[ It was inevitable that she would end up feeling incredibly thirsty sooner rather than later in this heat. Her stubborn pursuit of the nymphs hand't exactly helped this, even with half of the length of her gown gone to cool her down a little bit. The material that is left is still unbearably stuffy.

Being faced with the beautiful crystal clear waters of one of the rain forest pools is an unbearable temptation. She's sweating, she's tired and she's thirsty and there isn't another soul around. Taking a dip will help her cool off, recover and come up with a plan. It's as if the waters are calling to her, so hypnotic is their effect. (Little does she know that that is exactly what is happening here.

The tattered remainders of her gown, gloves, stay and what apparently passes for underwear here ie. basically nothing, are discarded, left on the shore. The jewelled necklace stays, mostly because she can't be bothered to listen to an earful if she loses it in a damn jungle of all places. She's a decent swimmer and diving in butt naked brings immediate and absolute relief. So alluring and blissful is the pool, that her usual sharp hearing and reactions are left behind. ]

[[ ooc: Hit me up at flordelamar or vitt#3421 on discord if you want something else! ]]

hazel ✿ original

[faezel]

welcome drinks.

( A ball filled with unique plants from far away lands? How can a flower fairy resist such an amazing attraction?! As a seasoned world-hopper, she's not too frightened by the circumstances of her arrival - in fact, she's quite excited! Donned in the regency gown recommended by the maids who ushered her here, she's in high spirits at the prospect of a magical night of dancing - and plants!

With a drink in her hand, Hazel can be spotted mingling, ball dancing or eager to strike up a conversation with another patron. )

Hi! ( She gives a little tipsy giggle. ) Are you having a nice time? ( Bearing in mind, Hazel is only 4'9'' ... careful not to step on her! )

the greenhouse effect.

( As the wall starts to fill with plants before devouring the door entirely, Hazel has a brief moment considering the possibility that other earthern fairies like her kind might be in this place. When she spots the scantily clad nymphs ... ah. There we go. Now it makes sense. )

Excuse me, miss? Are we stuck in here? ... Hellooooo? ( The flower fairy decides to follow the naked planty ladies to see where they might be. She doesn't really mind being submerged in a plant prison, since she is a magical plant creature, but others might. Hazel feels motivated to investigate for those around her who might be feeling more panicked about the situation. And she just ... finds herself getting lost in the forest! Great. But it's fine! Someone's here, so at least she's not alone. )

Oh, another person! I've gotten hopelessly lost...! Are you doing okay?

give you butterflies. ( nsfw )

( Now this is a familiar sensation for Hazel. Being a non-human fairy creature, she enters a mating season every year - and after a fantastic display provided by those gorgeous butterflies, she can feel a similar sensation awakened in her body. It's as if she's been brought directly back into her mating season - only this time, instead of self-isolating like the usually does, she's more than eager to scratch this itch.

As a new resident, Hazel has no connections to others, so she'll likely need to pursue a one night stand. And as a seasoned woman with many past flings in her history, she doesn't mind this circumstance in the least. She normally cloaks herself in disguise as a human with magic, but the distraction from the aphrodisiac has weakened her spell, exposing some of her fairy features - particularly her tail, doe ears and unicorn horn with pink roses crowning her head. Ah, she was doing so well at cloaking herself as a human, but the increased arousal distracts her from her casting. Whoops.

Now, the question is ... who will catch her eye tonight? She scans the crowd, green eyes twinkling with excitement, her lips curling into a mischievous smile. )

That butterfly show was truly, ah ... enchanting, wouldn't you say? ( Gods - her body is on fire. Even making small-talk is difficult. )

skinny dipping. ( nsfw )

( As a fairy, she should be more than aware of the fact that mischievous nymph giggling is likely to lead to ... well, mischief. But is Hazel in the mood to indulge herself and play along? She absolutely is. The woman follows the laughter like a moth to a candle, accepting her urge to strip and bathe without any resistance. )

Well...! If you insist! ( She remarks to the nymphs, gently removing her gown and folding it before laying it over a tree branch like a makeshift hanger. Shortly after, she removes her clothing and settles into the water. Anyone walking into shrouded area will find a naked woman reclining in the water. Oh, my! )

( ooc: hazel is a flower fairy! she is a fairy who grows pink roses and disguises herself as a human. more can be learned on her about page! smut is 100% a-okay with me if anyone wants to get their freak on with this gorl, yeehaw!!! here's a list of her kinks just in case! )

skinny dipping!

[suspectratio]

( chris doesn't even need to be enticed by sketchy water faeries to see a pool of water and feel the urge to dive in. this place is so humid, he feels the moisture sticking to his skin. even from the distance, that water looks so cool, so enticing...

it's a shame it's already been claimed.

he approaches the water kicking out of his boots and shucking off his frilly button-down thing to find there's a whole-ass person already soaking there. not just a person, but a lady. a lady!! a hot, long-haired, perky-titted, lady! )

Whoaaa! Okay!

( chris makes a big show of covering his eyes and turning his back to her. did he get a peek? totally. but that was an accident, so it doesn't count. )

Holy shit... ( this place is amazing! no, wait— ) I mean, sorry. My bad. Leaving now.

...

But, if you want some company, I'm totally there. Obviously. Like, 110%. Just say the word, and I'm in there like swimwear.

Dorian Storm | Critical Role (Folkmore CRAU) | New

[makingmyway]

A. Arrival

[ When Dorian finally drifts back to consciousness, it takes him a moment to realize that he isn't in the same place that he'd fallen asleep. It takes a few minutes longer for him to realize that he doesn't even remember when he had even drifted off in the first place. Even more disconcerting, though, is the sudden silence in his head, the lack of Orym's presence leaving a void in his mind that truly snaps him awake.

It's only then that the young woman nearby finally introduces herself as his new maid (her name is Maude, and Dorian just barely holds back a groan; Imgoen would so kill him for this), and it's only because of her reassuring nature that he ends up following her, listening to her explanation of where he is as she leads him to his new residence.

Once he's gotten settled in and he's fully grasped that he's no longer in Folkmore, he finally takes the opportunity to take a look around. But the empty part of his mind that Orym used to take up is still difficult to get used to. The last time it had been so quiet Orym had disappeared, even if only temporarily. Does that mean that Orym isn't here either? The thought twists at his heart.

Distracted by his worry and anxious thoughts, he doesn't notice the person in front of him until the last second, and only just barely manages to avoid running into them. ]

...Oh! Pardon me, I'm so terribly sorry.

B. The Greenhouse Effect

[ He maybe should have thought twice about the invitation, all things considered, but he could hardly pass up the chance. Events like these are always a good way to meet new people and gather information, and it would be rude to turn down such an invitation at any rate.

Totally not just an excuse to dress up and attend a ball, of course not.

He'd been agreeable to Maude's (ugh, it's still going to take some time getting used to that) suggestion of what to wear; while he isn't too familiar with the style of dress in this place, it's similar enough to outfits he's worn before at home, and he's more than willing to blend in as best as he can (still proving to be difficult, as just his skin color alone makes him stand out as much here as it did back in Folkmore). Green isn't a typical color for him, though, so finding a shade that would go with his skin tone takes a bit longer.

Eventually though, and with Maude's help, he does pull together an outfit that he's comfortable with, and promptly arrives at the Gardens. He hardly even needs to drink any of the offered alcoholic beverage to want to explore the greenhouse, though it certainly helps when he finally does drink some of it. But he isn't at all expecting the lush rainforest that greets him on the other side of the doors.

And it only takes a bit of wandering for him to become absolutely lost. He does his best to follow the glowing plants that light up the path, but as disorienting as this all is he still manages to get turned around somehow. He's grateful when he comes across someone else besides the dryads. ]

I don't suppose you know the way out of here, do you?

C. (Not quite) Skinny Dipping

[ While Dorian would hardly consider himself prude, stripping down naked where others could come across him is hardly proper etiquette. Even if it is rather tempting when he comes across one of the inviting pools of water.

Still, he's more than used to stuffy clothing in uncomfortable environments, and the gentle breeze that naturally accompanies him helps keep him a bit cool. That doesn't mean that he hasn't been loosening some of his clothes along the way, though, nor does it mean that he won't untie his cravat and dip it into the water to dab across his forehead.

He's still maybe considering throwing caution to the wind and just taking a quick dip, but as soon as someone else comes across the pool of water, he quickly steps back. ]

Oh, sorry. Do you, ah...need to cool down as well?

D. Wildcard

(( Want to do something else with Dorian? Go for it, or hit me up at usamichan13 to discuss other options! ))

C, because I live to have Molly make people blush

[melanholia]

[Walking up to the pool in only what appears to be a coat wrapped around his waist, Molly gives a guy surprised look. He's already been in water here, it's dripping from him and his hair, making it even curlier, all of his tattoos and thin, white scars on display. He doesn't seem bothered at all, but interested in the new visitor.]

I'd advise you take a dip too, you look like you'll faint, from one reason or another, [he gives him a cheeky, confident grin, takes off the remainder of his clothing (yes, he's FULLY purple) and confidently strides back into the pool.]

Booker DeWitt | Bioshock Infinite | ota

[wastedpossibilities]

Skinny Dipping CW: Mentions of drowning and murder.

[ Booker did not expect to come to the surface. Elizabeth was supposed to kill him. He was supposed to drown and that would be the end of it. All the pain, the blood, and suffering that he brought wouldn’t happen.

Smother him in his crib.

But he came gasping to the surface in a lush pond with no fucking idea how he got there. He pushes his hair back and looks around. He’s in… in a jungle? He’s in the water in the jungle. Did Elizabeth open a tear? That’s not how this was supposed to work out. He’s supposed to drown and she’s supposed to be free of all his bullshit and failures. He’s supposed to be free of them too.

Instead, he’s in a lovely moonlight pond completely naked. In the middle of a jungle. Somewhere. And there’s no Elizabeth standing at the edge of the water to greet him and explain what is going on.

He can hear voices somewhere in the jungle. They sound like women, giggling and singing? He swims to the edge of the pond and pulls himself up to sit on the edge. ]

Hello? [ Booker holds up his hand and tries to summon a little light from Devil’s Kiss but the flames sputter and spark then die into nothing. He scowls. Must be out of Salt. ] Anyone there? Someone tell me what the hell’s going on?

[ Great. No Salt. No clothes. Not dead. This is not what Booker wanted when he got pushed under the water. ]

—

Butterflies

[ Someone left a pair of pants and a shirt hanging on a branch for him. What Booker really wanted was a pack of cigarettes and a glass of whiskey… oh, and answers, but clothes are a good start to those things. No one’s going to tell a naked man anything.

The garden now is filled with glowing butterflies. He keeps brushing into them or having to brush them out of his hair. They leave little dustings of pollen on his clothes. Booker thinks he must look like one of the signs in Battleship Bay all lit up with spots of light.

He brushes another one out of his hair and then gets hit with a hard wave of want. The shock of it makes him stop because he’s rapidly becoming hard and there’s no good reason for it. He staggers a few more steps before he has to brace his hand on a tree and squeeze his erection through his pants. ]

Christ. [ He growls the word. It brings some relief but not enough. Booker tries to stop thinking about it but it feels impossible to pull his hand away. Even biting his lip so hard it bleeds doesn’t seem to stop the desire to get off.

He manages. Somehow. Maybe because he’s great at being a fucking martyr. But he only staggers a few more steps before he’s touching himself again. Hopefully, no one finds him like this. He’ll just get off and be on his way.

Yeah, that’s the best plan for him right now. Booker leans back against a tree, closes his eyes, and shoves his hand down his pants to wrap around his aching cock. ]

—

The Greenhouse Effect

[ It finally feels like Booker is getting somewhere. He’s still in the jungle but he’s away from the pond and the butterflies. He’s still lost but he can see the glass panes of a greenhouse. That’s where he’s been all this time. Lost in some monstrous greenhouse. This has to be some sort of tear that he’s fallen through. Without Elizabeth he’s got no idea how he’ll get out but she’s got to be somewhere.

Booker is not thinking about how his nose didn’t bleed and how he doesn’t have memories of another Booker flooding his mind. If he thinks too hard about that he’ll have a lot of questions that he knows he won’t get answers to.

No Leuteces either.

When he spots someone ahead of him on the path he takes a few jogging steps to catch up and reaches for their arm. ]

Hello, sorry to bother you. [ His tone is polite but firm. He should try for friendly, he knows given how he looks like a disheveled bastard but he wants answers, not to make friends. Made enough of those with the butterflies. ] But I’m a little lost. Any idea how to get out of this place?

[ Because in all his searching Booker’s never found a door or a way out. Since he got in here without taking a door maybe he should ask about a strange hole in the air. That might get him an exit. ]

I’m not sure where I am but I need to find my daughter.

—

Wildcard

[ Want something else with Booker? Feel free to PM. ]

Butterflies

[melanholia]

[Molly had to make pauses between his walking to clear his head multiple times by now. He didn't dare fall asleep under the effects of whatever this magical shit that's in the air; he's been here for a month, and he knows that society would never condone allowing people into the jungles alone like this, so it had to be that witch goddess or whatever her name was. The Academy wasn't entertaining so getting lost and aroused in the jungle is.

He finally manages to find the path again, stumbling out of the bushes, flushed, coat in hands, and the nicely pressed button-up shirt he was forced to wear completely undone. It's too humid and whatever was left of his sanity and senses are slowly slipping away. But that being said, getting on the right track brings him back to the people, like on cue.

Standing a couple of feet away, Molly watches for a moment, then makes a few steps, loud on purpose so he's heard,] Oh dear, that won't help at all. [He's had to deal with this little 'problem' himself, and rubbing one out didn't help. Clears your thoughts for five minutes and then it's right back.]

I could help, [he stops walking a step away from him, not doing anything just yet; hopefully, the guy's not too far gone to give him an answer.]

V | Devil May Cry | New

[mrpoetry]

Arrival

While thy branches mix with mine, and our roots together join.

The words echo through his skull, a muted reverberation that fades out under dappled laughter and the gentle creek of branches and soft sounds of leaves in the wind. Reality -- such as it is -- filters back to V with the same disconnected feeling that had been with him since the beginning, and he scrambles awkwardly to unsteady feet in the dryad's glade with far less dignity or composure than he's prone to. He slips, of course, having failed to grasp his cane before trying to stand, to his new butler's chagrin.

Mercifully, the stout little man does not rush to assist V, allowing the man to plant his cane and find his own feet. It's perhaps the only point to the butler's credit that V can muster. Well, aside from the fact that the butler continues to prove largely hands off during the ordeal of filling V in about his new hostess, showing V to his room, explaining this Thumos business, and V's incredulous questions about their surroundings.

The butler, of course, offers V new clothing immediately, turning a quietly judgmental eye on the man's exposed chest, and the sprawling tattoos that cover him from waist to neck. V turns them down, at first, suddenly adamant that he get back out of the townhouse.

He stalks down the stairs with only passing attention paid to his balance, his gait dogged, like he's late for some vital appointment. The same pace carries him through the gardens, and through most of the trade quarter, heedless to the stares from passers by or the politely shielded murmurs that follow his passing. He seems likewise ignorant of the dutiful butler following placidly along behind him.

He can't stop walking, searching, like he only has to turn the next corner to find what he's looking for, what he's lost.

Eventually, time and exertion pull him to an exhausted seat by the curious rock pool so strangely situated in the midst of the Trade Quarter. He wearily sinks against a rock, ungainly limbs folding up so thoroughly they belie his height. Only here does he catch his breath or relinquish the cane he'd been clutching in knuckles that had grown white from his grip.

[Feel free to run into V at any location in the Trade Quarter, though he's much more likely to be outside of the established shops than stumble into them at this point.]

Welcome Drinks (cw: alcohol)

Quiet pressure from the butler, along with his own reflection on how conspicuous his trip through the Quarter had been, succeeds in prompting V to get with the program regarding the wardrobe fairly quickly. Such that, when the invitation arrives and V resolves to actually attend -- though not for the reasons he's sure Pheme or his butler would prefer -- he doesn't so much as bat an eyelash at the stress that he should wear something green. Even if, ultimately, the garment does little but exaggerate his thin frame and his height.

No amount of polite grousing, however, could convince V to permit the tight fit initially provided for him, as his posture slouching into the seams had threatened to tear them in the fitting, and V already had already questioned how long this affair was meant to go on.

Still, leaning heavily on his cane had curtailed most invitations to dance, and V had managed to mingle sufficiently to keep his overbearing butler at bay, finally wandering over to the Pleasure Gardens when it seemed he had exhausted most of the information to be gleaned from his fellow guests.

The drink he's handed when he joins the que proves curious enough that he chances a surreptitious sniff before taking a sip. The strange invigoration that tickles down his throat managing to pull the man up a little straighter, though V's weight never fully leaves his cane for any length of time, particularly while he's stationary in that line.

The Greenhouse Effect

It's not immediate, given the oppressive density of the foliage, but the sheer size of the interior of the Greenhouse impresses itself upon V soon enough, leaving his eyes upturned and lips parted at the scope of the place. Perhaps that's the source of this off balance feeling that has crept in from the edges? Something is afoot here, he's positive, and his first steps in the aimless wander he takes up are prompted by curiosity and little else.

His eyes linger on bioluminescent and more common plants alike, and more than once he turns as he's walking, following the sparkling path of one of those strange but beautiful butterflies fluttering though the canopy. Or, maybe, to catch glimpses of the nymphs giggling among the branches. Maybe to follow them. After all, they might have answers.

V pulls at his ascot, loosening the thing around his stifled skin, and shrugs out of his jacket as he presses deeper into this strangely lush, yet cultivated little jungle.

(Very) Skinny Dipping (cw: nudity, possible NSFW)

The call of the naiads is too alluring. Or perhaps it's the ache that has worked its way up his legs, throbbing from ankle to knee and climbing into his thighs. He had been walking too long, certainly on his feet too long. It was too hot, making his clothing cling to his skin in each successive layer until he had stripped most of them off. But even the heat they trapped against the arm he had draped his jacket and vest over seemed too much to bear. Such that, when he came to the pool, he had moved to kneel on the edges and splash the blissfully cool water over his heated face.

It isn't long before that's not enough, however.

Clothes folded neatly on top of a rock sufficiently out of the way to keep them mostly dry, V leans his cane against it before padding back to the pool and carefully lowering himself into the refreshing water with a sigh of content.

Surely, it's safe enough to do so, beyond the reproachful eyes of his butler or the townspeople at large who take such chagrin from the inky lines of his tattoos that cover him from neck to waist. Some distant part of him urges caution, of course, but V finds himself sagging into the wall of the pool, weary head laid against the rocks just above the water line. It will just be a quick dip before he's out again. There's nothing to worry over.

Wildcard & Contact

[Will match format so feel free to go for brackets or past tense if you'd prefer. Additional permissions/preferences are in my journal. Wildcards welcome! Also open to Gives You Butterflies and That Belongs in a Museum prompts. Open to any gender. Feel free to PM, hit my up at redweth or Discord at redweth#5894 if you'd like to discuss anything at all or hash out a custom prompt!]

the greenhouse effect

[prozaic]

With such a wonderful backdrop that demands some form of art dedicated to it, Shalem can't help but hum a little-- it's easy and safe, he's not committing to a whole song and certainly not coming up with lyrics for the little tune he's begun, so there's no danger of getting too into the melody that his control starts slipping out of his grasp. Easy, simple, as he wanders about the indoor rainforest's paths with an unhurried gait.

He's very interested in every plant he sees, not out of scientific curiosity, but due to his aesthetic sense, wishing he had even a piece of paper and a pen in hand to sketch, but oh well. The serpent can just commit these sights to memory to paint later, if he really wanted to.

Then his long ears pick up footsteps-- not just footsteps, but the sound of another object meeting the ground, and he turns around, curious. Now, that's a face he doesn't recognize, but then again, he doesn't know everyone in this city.

"Good evening," the serpent with a soft smile and an equally soft voice, black-scaled tail twitching once, before falling still on the ground. "Exploring alone?"

Essek Thelyss || Critical Role || in-game

[dunamagic]

Welcome Drinks (OPEN)

[Essek can be found dressed in a green jacket and a black waistcoat, holding his drink in hand while he waits in the queue for the Palm House, he's not drank from it as of yet, not feeling particularly comfortable with anything directly provided by Pheme after the disaster of emotions he felt from the cake the night before.

So, looking cool with his drink in hand, Essek nods a hello to the person in queue with him.]

Good evening.


Wildcard (OPEN)

Essek can be asked to dance while he pretends to drink the drinks they were given, found lost wandering the Palm House, or needing a partner to generate the laurel wreaths to escape! Also Network posts are always welcome!


Closed to Caleb Widogast

[It's hot, enough sot hat Essek struggles to want to stay fully clothed as he is most comfortable being. Even prestidigitation only can do so much to cool and keep him comfortable in the humidity. He finds himself almost envying the lack of modesty Orym had earlier, but he gets through it with as much decorum as he can.

That is until he hears the siren call of the Naiads, luring him to the edge of a rainforest pool. It seems empty, the cool waters alluring. He feels compelled to slip off his jacket, to pull his cravat loose as he kneels to take his shoes and stockings off. It's only his most stalwart modesty that keeps him hidden from view towards the back of the pool - he doesn't completely disrobe as he sheds his vest and pants, keeping his knickers and long loose shirt.

He places his feet into the water, sitting at the pools edge, heaving a relieved sigh at the reprieve from the heat. Well that is before he hears sign of another.

Essek can feel the creeping shame of a flush up his neck and cheeks as he realizes how unclothed he is now, so he keeps still and quiet where he is.]

I think I'll go with the closed one, ja

[zemnianjoy]

[ Drawn to the waters as well, and how very coincidental that it was this small pool exactly. The ginger wizard approaches the waters; granted, he was used to a profuse amount of layers but he had actually taken a drink of the green liquid and coupled with the standard lack of modesty that himself and the rest of the Nein displayed on a regular basis, he was already shedding his clothing ceremoniously and then throwing them over a rock to stay.

Arguably, he was not wearing a coat-- but there was a green scarf that his Retainer had provided (likely noting his very specific aesthetic) that was swathed around his shoulders, that was dispensed off, and then his fingers were going to his buttons, making quick and precise work, finally the cravat which he tugged at (that thing wasn't going back on when he made his exit from the pleasure garden) and the pants were thrown off.

Followed by smallclothes-- woops.

Finally there was a very naked ginger wizard who dived in with a rather inelegant splash, coupled of course with a very pronounced curse word in zemnian ]

Scheiße, das ist kalt!

[ how very amazing for Essek that they both were fortuitously drawn to this exact same pond ]

Astrelle Rainier | Final Fantasy XIV

[book_bunny]

[Just a note for all and sundry: Astrelle is not the Warrior of Light, she is a coinmistress and a person who chases you down when you don't pay your duties and taxes. LOL.]

↳ { i. And as long as you stay intoxicated; open to all; cw: alcohol }

[ With the finishing up of the schooling, over the last few weeks, and returning to normal, Astrelle was almost excited to be stuffed into a beautiful gown(?) and a tiara of bronze and emerald green paste stones. The color turned her already emerald green eyes even greener, which pleased both the Elezen and the lady's maid her butler had asked to help her dress. Modesty, the aptly named maid, had been nearly beside herself with excitement as she decorated Astrelle. It reminded her of the maid her Lord Father insisted she use on visits to the manor. Astrelle was tall, had a lovely and long column of milk-white neck, and the elegant proportions natural for her people. To say she was practically made to drape pretty things on was an understatement.

Still, the thought stung when she worried about who might be missing her at home, uncertain of her whereabouts in an already fraught time. She tried not to think of it overmuch as she was escorted into the venue and rested herself at the edge of the party. A servant provided her a small glass of green liquid. Astrelle looked over her shoulder (and down a bit, she was very tall) and smiled. ]

I am not really one to drink. In fact, I'm very poor at it. Do you think it would be unbecoming to pretend to sip this and hide it away somewhere?

↳ { ii. I'll keep beating your heart until I break it, because you can take it; open to all; cw: nudity }

[ Astrelle had gone into the greenhouse because why wouldn't she? Greenhouses were rare enough in most places, but even she went to one for the first time at her father's estate, marveling at how warm it was within despite the absolutely frigid weather without. And she hadn't been disappointed, either, as she meandered about the miniature forest. It was a good deal larger and more impressive than the one Astrelle had been to, and the scent of the flowers was absolutely lovely.

But it was hot. Uncomfortably so, even wearing as few layers as she was (indeed, she wore more at home in Gridania). The coolness of the water beckoned Astrelle further, and the little bit of alcohol she had imbibed had pressed her forward. Wouldn't it be absolutely lovely to slip into the waters for just a little while?

Of course it would be.]

Hello? Seems empty enough...


[ Astrelle looked around and slipped off her dress, her stockings, their green ribbon garters, until she was in little more than what the Twelve had blessed her with upon her birth. Byblow as she was. Tucking these items away where she could fetch them quickly (and unaware of the peevish naiad spirit to hide things), Astrelle turned and walked into the water until she was simply a becrowned head above the surface. ]

Oh, this is lovely, very lovely!


↳ { iii. I'll play you like a slow song; open to all; NSFW - aphro }

[ She was lucky that her clothing hadn't been carried away by a tricky little river nymph. Astrelle was damp and a little abashed, but that was fine. It was just a bit of time before she found her way out of the greenhouse and back to the Grand Crescent.

Pheme seemed unreasonable enough to make a butterfly a messenger. So Astrelle followed along until she was feeling... odd. Warmer than usual. Heat fluttered wherever the butterflies had landed or brushed past her skin. She leaned against a tree and pants softly.

Her large green eyes are bright, their pupils blown. The pale pink of her painted lips had worn off over the night, and were now a hot, deep red. A blush crawls across her cheek. She needs... something. Touch, touch that isn't her own. ]

P-pardon me... if you wouldn't mind, would you touch me?

↳ { iv. Wildcard; open to all }

[ Nothing here exciting you? Let's wildcard it. You can find me on Discord and on plurk @ sentralia, but I'll respond faster on discord. ]

Skinny dipping

[there_again_falcon]

[ Jetamont was not unused to being utterly lost. Being only somewhat aware of one's location was a common occurrence in his line of work. Even so, his propensity for becoming completely confused since arriving in this curious country left a cast of concern, cheeks cleaved by creased lips. He was not worried so much as annoyed, soon feeling as if he had retraced his steps through the forest at least three times. The sweat gathering beneath his high collar was starting to soak into the cloth, the young elf's pique rising by the second as he wondered if he would be stuck sleeping outdoors again. This place gave him a strange sense of recollection, as if visiting a memory that was never his own.

His mouth opened to release a scathing string of curses when a distracting voice he could not quite place became known to him. It sounded vaguely feminine, and more than a little welcoming, which seemed a worthy alternative to his current predicament. Following the sound as best he could, it was not long before he found himself standing before a large pool of water. The thought of a refreshing dip was not one he spent any energy resisting, quickly and wordlessly stripping down until he was absolutely bare. The only piece of clothing that remained was the patch over his right eye. It would take more than the threat of heat stroke to pry that from his person. He spared little thought for why exactly he seemed to feel more warm the closer he came to nude, but the answer to his suffering was right in front of him, clearly.

Using the branch of a tree overhanging the slick surface entering the water, Jetamont was surprised to find it almost immediately deep enough to sink up to his shoulders. The pool itself was so clear as to let him see his wiggling toes at its bottom, distorted as they were by the ripples he caused. That same clarity allowed him to spy a similarly undressed woman that had already waded out beyond the edge. He blinked, a quirking brow indicating a sudden urge to make mischief. Was this the source of the voice?

Instead of speaking, he took a moment to enjoy the sudden relief he felt in the cool waters. Whomever or whatever it was could wait until he stopped melting. ]

Rufus Shinra | Final Fantasy VII

[ambitiousblond]

Welcome Party

[Fate really has a strange sense of humor. Rufus spent most of his life avoiding these kinds of balls or formal social functions- one of the best benefits of being considered dead after Meteorfall was there was no expectation of going to any formal public functions.

The butler who seems to have been assigned to him is an added annoyance and disappointment. He's spent his life never being alone but he's pretty sure this guy doesn't know as many fascinating ways of how to kill someone with a paperclip without wrinkling his suit as one of the Turks would.

But here he is, drink in hand as expected. He has no intention of getting drunk but if he's going to do this then he's going to at least take the edge off. No one recognizes him thankfully which is a small mercy that does feel a little freeing.

And that calls for another drink.]

Greenhouse Effect

[It doesn't take him long to find himself lost in the mass of greenery.

Rufus had never been fond of spending time in nature, it was always too green and dirty. Maybe he had too much to drink, it's way too hot, and the glimpses of what he assumes are some kind of spirits vanishing into the greenery doesn't help with the sense of disorientation.

He really doesn't like being lost or losing control of the situation, he has to focus on finding the damn exit.]

I'm starting to re-think the whole not destroying the environment thing.

[Something about nature getting revenge, it would be laughable if he wasn't stuck in some greenhouse maze.]



Wildcard

[Feel free to message me via this journal or via plurk at illuminations if you would like to do something else or have any questions.

greenhouse effect

[floresco]

[ It feels like Aerith has been going around in circles for hours by the time the sound of someone else ambling through all this verdant growth catches her attention.

Eager to finally have some across someone and hope that they'll know how to get out of this place, Aerith crashes into view from behind a dense canopy of vines, clad in her shift after the heat of the greenhouse forced her to pull the heavy dress she had on over it off.

She stops like a deer trapped in a pair of headlights, shock, and recognition clear on her face despite the low light of the jungle that surrounds them. ]

You? Why are you here?

[ The thought that something in the drink she had on her way in, or something she brushed up against while roaming around lost made her hallucinate occurs to her, and part of her finds she would almost prefer that. ]

Where's your dog?

Thanatos | Hades

[thanadone]

1. Arrival

[Sleep doesn't take him often, if at all, so opening his eyes to the wisteria branches and laughing nymphs is startling. He sits up with a jerk, looking around frantically. He couldn't have possibly been so careless to let himself fall asleep on the surface, could he?

The personal maid, a perky, cheerful, and round woman, tries to explain to him what this place is, but his attention is scattered and only catches some parts. He can feel cobblestones underneath his feet as he moves from the little secluded glade. And people startle as he makes his way down the street towards Pheme's house- black toga attire with cowl and huge scythe in tow- it's more than obvious he doesn't belong here.

After spotting another person in front of the house, he walks up to them, trying not to look intimidating, but also serious.]

What is this place? Is it true that Pheme organized all this?


2. Welcome Drinks

[Thanatos doesn't socialize. In fact, Thanatos refrains from making connections with humans because of his -job- so this entire affair with invitations, getting dressed up so much he can't breathe, and attending a gathering is way too much. He had planned to show up for ten minutes and then leave, instantly. But then he slowed down and thought about it that this could be his chance to gather any information on what Pheme has been doing. He's never heard of her going "off the hook" like this before...

Choosing almost entirely black attire may have been a bad idea as it makes him look even more morose with that scowl on his face. But when drink has been nudged into his hand, he looked at it and didn't drink it.]

You shouldn't drink it either. It probably comes with a price. [Everything comes with a price, and sometimes it's not gold they ask for.]


3. Skinny Dipping

[He should've known that entering suspicious places would lead to things like this. At least it was just a jungle, a forest, hard for someone like him to get lost. He finds the pools soon enough, with the help of those giggles. Looking around, he doesn't spot anyone, so he crouches and splashes his face a few times.]

This is as good a place as any...

[And he proceeds to switch out of the formal clothes, ditching them to the side, and stepping into the pool to freshen up before he tries to put on the more comfortable toga back on. Yes, he brought it with him because he wanted to get rid of the other clothes eventually.

At the rustle of the branches and leaves, he straightens up and looks around, not caring for his state of undress, but more for someone who's trying to sneak up on him.]

Show yourself.


4. Butterflies

[Now that he's back into his normal robes, he can continue his way through the jungle and back from where he came from, eager to return to the 'normal' world. There's nothing normal here, but at least it won't be a jungle.

He does stop, however, to watch a swarm of butterflies fly past him, curious. They look so fragile and not scared of him at all. Bringing up one hand, one of them lands on his finer, then second, then third. They are truly beautiful. But also...

Jumping in surprise when he hears a voice, his hand jerks, and the butterflies leave. Looking back, he spots someone trying to catch up to him.]

Is there something wrong? [Although, maybe he should start asking himself that, what with this evergrowing feeling of hotness in his cheeks that spreads throughout.]


Wildcard: PM me or message me at WindsongWitch if you want to plot out a prompt!

Welcome Drinks - or 'two people named Death walk into a bar'

[bomblogic]

Everything comes with a price. [ Mara muses in easy reply, with the sort of casualness that spoke to both experience with cautioning others about that very thing and dealing with said prices herself. Her own drink is carried simply to keep from having others pushed into her hand though the liquid hasn't moved a bit.

The Awoken queen turns her illuminated blue eyes on the individual who drifted into her orbit and very nearly cracks a smile. Not out of familiarity — though that won't take long once she has a name, with as well as she knows the Old Earth mythologies — but at the sight of some physical features not all that dissimilar to her own. Where she's from, eyes like that are only seen among her people. ]

It's good to see I'm not the only one keeping caution. [ Not that she necessarily blamed any who were indulging. Some were always more susceptible to persuasion, and others simply that carefree. ]

Eliot Waugh | The Magicians

[betweenthesheets]

I. Finding his Feet Again. - Welcome.
There had been the most delightful dream come again. This time Eliot wrapped himself in the warmth of his lover's body once more and knew that in the morning they weren't to be parted. Never again would the world creep into their life of harmony. Filory had finally, finally given this King a thing that he dared to compare to the richest grain ever harvested, the Queen's rarest of Gems.. and then.

Wait. Was that something scratching at his, nose? Hadn't he wandered off and...died? Yes, Eliot recalled it now, the sweet specter of death had knocked at his door and he thought he closed his eyes to rest. His bones had been so very weary, his back ached and skin burned from so very many years in the sun but now there was a tickle, and someone speaking his name. Lashes drew themselves open to spy but a kindly retainer.

Laughter bubbled all about, and Eliot knew that he had to be back in Filory. Yet it was different than the filory he had known. Something called to him. This retainer bid him follow and for some reason, one that seemed less strange than any other quest he'd followed before. It was a simple enough request as they went, even if the magician was still coming to terms with his youth and return to the world at large. The realm had certainly changed, if that truly was what this was.

No. No. This wasn't Filory at all Eliot discovered as they passed by Lady Pheme's Royal Palace. This was a new and different world. It didn't surprise the magician. He knew there were worlds all around his. It would be his luck to be stuck somewhere new once more. Puzzled, yes. Struck befuddled, not so much. He smiled slightly as he sighted their dormitories. It was far different from the cottage, but it would do.

In the end it all gave way to little cakes, didn't it always then? Little cakes, Eliot laughed out loud and shook his head. If only a certain someone were here to see this. He'd certainly get a kick from it. Eliot enjoyed the high tea, and kicked back happy to be served at last. He could really get used to this. All he needed now was a really great smoke to go with it. He glanced about for the nearest looking stranger, or flatmate was it-- someone that wasn't this lovely servant of his. "Do you think they have cigarettes here? You know, smokes? fags? I'm dying for one. That and a little bit of alcohol to add to this tea, anything to take the edge off, am I right?"

II. Finally a little bit of Alcohol - An Invitation & Welcome Drinks
a. Invitation & Dancing.
[At least this little home away from home offered a decadent enough place to lay his head, and someone always at his beck and call. It took a little getting used to, that. For all the prose that Eliot loved to spout, he was a carefully crafted man all in all. There was truly no room for someone to be round his head always taking his orders. Sure, Bambi might have gotten off on it-- a few times in fact, but that was only for a little while. At the end of the day, Eliot was strangely at a loss with what to do with himself currently. He'd been through far too much in the last year to feel like he deserved this life of decadence any more. That was then, right? Who was he even now.

Thankfully the call of the wild came in the form of a formal invitation from the Lady Pheme herself. Eliot was delighted for some inconceivable reason. This place certainly had a share of paradoxes and it gave him a desire to uncover them. His highs and lows, came and went as he discovered purpose again. The perfect outfit. Some things never do change.

The servant offered many appropriate selections, and luckily they all ran the gambit of Eliot's line of taste. He hemmed and hawed before finally deciding on this delightful number in full shades of green, all complementary of course. It came complete with top hat and cane as well. He needed to make sure he was in full dress for the evening. Nothing less would do.

Wandering down the long pathway, Eliot finds himself in wonder at the gardens. He even pauses here and there to enjoy the scenery. It may not have been his mastery in magic, but he dabbled in everything physical. Naturally, Eliot is the life of any party and fits in beautifully. He's the Truman Capote at his Black and White ball. There's nothing and no one who fits in better with the elegance of a ball. It's easy to find Eliot on the dance floor here, pick him up for a whirl a bit of revelry. ]

b. A Drink Finally
[It's the winding path a bit later that finds an even greater interest. After all, the most consuming thought in Eliot's cranium happens to be alcohol and how to get it, how to dull the ache of absence in his heart. There's a need to black out the death he came from and when someone hands him a drink, Eliot knocks it back with an eagerness that borders on desperation.]

Finally, someone knows the key to a great party!

[A stir, that's how it begins. A whirling in the chemicals that sling back and forth across synapses. A tickle and a thought, and suddenly there's an eagerness for the show. Eliot is excited to see beyond the great glass dome. ] Excuse me, can I get by. I must know what the fuck is in there. You have to feel it, right? It's going to be a show like no other I have a feeling.

[He's not above stepping on toes-- anyone's toes, even the person nearest. Excuse them!]


III. Gotta Get Out of Here - Skinny Dipping (cw: Nudity, possibly sex.)

Wandering. There had been a hell of a lot of wandering by this point. Eliot had lost the waistcoat a few hours ago, and he knew that he wasn't getting out of here as easily as he had found himself inside. Why in any gods name did he walk in here again. Fuck this was hell, and Eliot was dead once more.

Those little dryads had led him on an endless circle and now Eliot swore he was hearing voices. It might have bothered the magician if he hadn't done so very many drugs in his day. The voices were soothing little whispers that clung to him like the shadows of his nightmares, and yet he still followed. Down, down, down into a tiny little cove where azure blue waters lay surrounded by lush greenery, and rocky outcrops.

Bloody hell it was hot. Eliot stripped out of every shred of fabric he wore and before he knew it he was in the cooling waters floating on his back stark naked. He had no compunction about being nude. It was quite natural. He felt heavy, drowsy and relaxed for the first time since coming into this damn rain forest. That was until he heard a sound. Shit.

"I know you're there. So, stop staring and come out. You might as well join me. It's too hot to do anything else." Why be shy. He'd already lost everything else and had no hope of leaving this place currently.

IV. By thine wings of mine gossamer enemy. - Gives you Butterflies. (cw: NSFW, sex very possible, anything else will be noted in threads)

[The bioluminescence in the greenhouse was stunning, but after what felt like an eternity watching it pass by, it grew...stale. Eliot watched plant after plant, and made the endless mistake of following several dryads deeper into the the heart of darkness. If only he had read more while at Brakebills, he'd find the irony of it all-- even if there were no colonists to be found; he was certainly fighting through a forest.

A butterfly landed on his hand. It was an odd little thing, opaque wings of gossamer that glowed with the fabric of the land. It shook its wings and flew off. Eliot scratched his hand and thought nothing more of it. His body twitched strangely, warming in a way directly opposite of how he felt as he trudged through the neverending forest. Dust filtered down around him, and it had the Magician glancing upward.]

What the fucking magical butterflies... dear sweet filory. This is worse than opium in the air.

[The magician could feel it now, coursing through his system. His body was alight with need. It made his skin itch and he glanced around, praying that there was another human male within sight. It'd been a while, but maybe, if he was lucky? This was certainly the very last thing he thought would be happening out here. Screw his luck. Ah, a person...] Heyo. These butterflies. They are not your average little winged bit of ... screw it. They made me so damn hot. Please tell me you feel their wicked little bit of poison too.

V. Wildcard!

[OOC: Eliot is gay in canon, even if the shows are way too homophobic to say so. So that means m/m for anything smutty related (unless you're margo, she defies definition) Not feeling any of these prompts? Please feel free to hit us up with something else/anything else. Note, I'm great with short/long tags, prose/brackets, anything that suits your needs, is fabulous here. If you need to ask any questions or get in touch with me, feel free to PM me here, or hit me up at my plurk : mikomitears .

II - Dancing

[zemnianjoy]

[ If there was information to be gained, it was on the dance floor, or so Caleb Widogast absolutely knew first and foremost. He had already done quite a bit of whirling here and there with a natural grace. Perhaps he was not the most confident of sorts, but by gods he did know how to dance and he did so adeptly. And so Eliot would find himself being approached by a redheaded man clad in fine white lawn shirt and a green-waistcoat brocaded with swirls of gold. His hair was caught back with ties and perhaps the most peculiar part was that there was a cat that was draped over his shoulders.

Able to keep perfect balance it seemed. ]

Excuse me, may I please have the pleasure of this dance?

[ Caleb did not recognize Eliot and thus he thought that perhaps he was of the new batch that just arrived today. Perfect, this was just a good way to offer his assistance in any way that he was able to. He had actually made it his mission to reach out and to answer any questions that were tendered ]

alina starkov | shadow and bone | new

[solmate]

welcome drinks.

[ Green is not normally her color, but Alina is happy to play along, her eyes bright as she admires the exotic foliage that match her deep emerald dress. Alina's relaxed, her body language loose even surrounded by strangers. ]

a) [ Eventually, Alina ends up on the edge of the dance floor. Caught eyes and a slightly eager smile lead to a wordless exchange, and hand-in-hand she and her new friend make the short journey to the dance floor. ]

You'll have to forgive me if I step on your toes.

b) [ She can't explain what pulls her to the line. When the announcement is made, she leans over to whomever is next to her, her words at odds with the easy expression she wears. ]

I'm a little afraid to ask what usually happens in the palm house.

skinny dipping. cw: potential nudity

[ Alina should probably be more alarmed at how she's lost, but she follows her gut. Something pulling her. She just doesn't expect it to be water. But it looks so refreshing. And saints, it is hot...

At first she just unlaces her shoes, lifting her dress to wade into the shallow edge. But that isn't satisfying enough, so soon she schleps herself back to the bank to begin the arduous process of undressing. About midway through attempting to undo her stays (which regretfully tie from the back and are rather hard to manage by yourself), she catches the eye of someone else who has apparently stumbled upon her private oasis. Wide-eyed, she tries to explain herself. ]

I didn't know anyone else was around.

[ As if that explains what she's doing. ]

butterflies. cw: aphro

( ooc note: Alina is 18+, Good with any gender 17+, feel free to handwave earlier interactions in the night or they can be total strangers. )

[ The night had been marvelous, and it seems only fitting that one spectacular sight comes after the next. Alina marvels at the butterflies above her, wondering if she would ever be able to replicate such a beautiful sight with her powers. She sighs softly, enchanted by them.

It's hypnotic, but as they leave she finds herself starting to feel something entirely different, a rapidly growing desire curling around low in her belly. A warmth in her chest. A need prickling all over her skin, craving to be touched.

Wondering if anyone else is feeling, um, a way, she reaches out, touching the arm of the person she was walking with, but finds it only sends sparks and excitement down her spine. She's sporting a flush high in her cheeks as she bites her lip in an attempt to focus on something else.

Are you feeling warm?

wildcard.

[ not seeing anything you like? feel free to hit me up with a wildcard or adapt a prompt as desired. you can dm me or private plurk me at hellbender to check if you're unsure about anything or just discuss other options. still deciding on exact canon points but expect alina to come from the end of s2. i am familiar with all of the books for potential canon mates. ]

b

[brokenbeauty]

[ Since arriving in Andovale Genya has slipped into the mask she wore as an attendant to the Queen. The cracks are visible, and she's tried to be more open and honest with those around her as they are in similar step to her situation, but the boundaries and walls she has built around herself for years went back up with ease.

That is, until spotting Alina waiting in the line for the Palm House. She gasps mid-conversation with her attendant, holding her glass out to the woman without a word and with all the grace she can manage she walks as fast as possible without breaking into a run.

She does not stop until she has crashed into Alina, wrapping the other woman in a hug. It is not dignified, it is not proper, and she does not care. ]

Saints I'm glad to see you!