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TDM 006: OUT WITH THE OLD
A, Garden Level - Ice Breakers--Literally!
[It's winter in the Garden of Good and Evil. . .but still a beautiful garden! Despite the snow and frost, all the fruits are ripe and delicious, and any flowers peaking through the snow are fragrant and bright. However, any new souls showing up, temporary or permanent, may stumble upon some patches of ice. . .in fact, they're ice floats!
If you're lucky you may just raise an eyebrow and easily jump back to solid ground, easy-peezy. But if you're UNLUCKY, the ice float grows and expands, trapping you on the float. . .until some frost appears on the ice.
Break the Ice with some conversation!
That's right, the ice won't break until you strike up a convo with someone else! The ice is nearly see through, so you can easily catch the attention of passerbys, or maybe someone else trapped on an ice float! Any convo is fair game, and eventually your ice prison will melt away.
That aside, explore the garden or the other levels! And maybe see if your form has changed a bit.]
B, Heaven or Hell - On the Spot!
[While you're here, you're free to explore the cities in either heaven or hell! There's a light powdery snow that sprinkles over the Heavenly gates, emphasizing the sparkling gold and white architecture of the landscape. Coffee shops and bakeries may lure you in with the aroma of warm treats, or cute animals for you to cuddle up and pet. Or maybe you just want to be pampered at the hotel--it's swanky as hell! And speaking of hell, while it's MUCH colder down there (hell freezing over and all that), it's still lively as ever. New Years parties will be popping off all month, and bars offer endless shots for first time visitors! There's something for everyone.
Also in both areas there are an abundance of hot springs right now. What's that about?? Don't worry about it.
What you SHOULD worry about are the sheep-like imps or cherubs that descend upon you suddenly, poking a mic in your face!
If you're in Heaven, a cherub asks: We're polling our temporary guests! Do you think those in hell are SCUM who DESERVE TO BURN FOR ALL ETERNITY or like, nah?
If you're in Hell, an imp asks: We're polling our temporary assholes! Do think think Heaven is full of holier than thou HYPOCRITICAL PRICKS that deserve a holy GUILLOTINE to humble their asses??
Also: your answer is broadcasted! Or the mic just makes your answer echo out, so anyone is free to badger or agree with you back. Or a cherub/imp steals your issued phone and sends your answer as a mass text. THEY ARE SLIPPERY.
Of course, you can just walk away. You're trying to enjoy your afterlife, dangit!]
C, Wildcard
[Bring your own prompts here!!]
OOC NOTES:
-This TDM is open to all! You do NOT need to join the comm to play in it!
-This will be the TDM for Jan/Feb, but you're free to use old ones if you prefer, or make your own prompts!
-As a reminder, THIRD CHARACTER APPS are now street legal!
-Post questions for the mods here
-Remember, playing in the TDM does NOT guarantee your entry or app being accepted into the game proper later down the line!
-Apps open!! Be sure to read the rules linked there and check the current taken list!
-For current or new potential players: TDMs count as game canon AND threads may be used for AC if you wish! It's optional! You can do a whole thread and then decide it's not canon if you want!
-Remember regardless of your alignment, you are free to travel to whatever level you wish!
Vi(olet) | Arcane | (its ein again hello)
[ooc: some info in journal, i havent settled on a hard and fast canon point, if you are okay with Arcane s2 spoilers please lmk in the subject or something]
A- Ice Breaker
[Well, here we are. Standing on a block of ice in a frosty garden. Not exactly a familiar landscape, or one that was expected. At first, Vi starts to slide down the side of it on her boots, like she's grinding a rail
(muffled city escape in the distance)but she gets down to a lower ledge only for a railing of ice to grow up around it, as if trying to prevent her from falling.][She vaults it and slides further down, only to be blocked once again, by a wall of ice higher than her head. She growls and stomps her foot.]
What the hell is this?!
[She kicks the ice, chipping off a very small amount of it and not really accomplishing much. She wishes for her gauntlets. Even Vander's old mining fists, would probably be enough. So instead she just, leans against the ice, and waits. Is the ice slowly melting and seeping into her clothes? Yes. She's probably shivering pretty quickly by the time anyone sees her.]
B- On the Spot, Hell
[Homegirl heard there was free booze for newbies and she was on that that stink on a hog. She's done more shots than is wise, and is in turns playfully ribbing at folks to try to get someone to fight her and brooding at the bar. She's in the second state when a zippy little imp flies up to her and shoves the mic in her face.]
[She is absolutely drunk enough and bitter enough for this to be a terrible idea, which is probably why it picked her. Her words slur slightly and many come out through her teeth like a hissing animal.]
Anyone who lives in a big fancy city over top of others is a fascist asshole who deserves to eat shit. If I've learned anything in my life it's that nothing good comes of an upper city and a lower city. Who even decides who's "virtuous" enough [She says this with a big eye roll and the most dramatic hand air quotes] to go to "heaven" anyway. Who decides what actions are justified and who's just a criminal? The people who already have money and power, that's who.
[She lost the plot there a little on a metaphysical sense, but she doesn't notice, returning to her liquor.]
C- Rooftops, Hell
[Sleeping in that swanky ass hotel is a no-go for this one. It's too fancy, too soft, too weird, too enclosed. Thankfully the swanky appointments means the windows are huge, so it's not much trouble for Vi to climb out of the window and scramble up the side of the building like a lizard.]
[She climbs up onto the roof with a satisfied groan, stretching her back and her arms as she looks in each direction. Cracks her neck. Then after a moment of stillness she takes off like a shot, running to an edge and kicking off, leaping to the next roof and keeping her momentum. She slides down a pipe, and tiptoes along a balcony, laughing almost silently to herself as the rush of wind passes her ears and pushes her hair back.]
[She runs across one particularly flat, wide roof, and at the ledge realizes that the jump to the next one is a little father than she can probably make. She's going too fast to brake without going off the edge either way, though, so she commits, pounding her foot into the rain gutter and taking off, arms behind her, legs tucked up tight. Her stomach bottoms out through her feet, heart soaring into her throat, and she realizes she probably cannot make it...]
[When a sound like someone sharply shaking out leather hits the air, and suddenly she feels weightless, slowed and floating, and she lands on the far roof, taking a couple of short steps. A pair of oily black and red wings, leathery and batlike, float behind her back, slowly shrinking down to the size of her forearms now that they aren't actively in use. She turns and they turn with her, as if attached, though there is some visible air between her back and the wings, if you care to peek.]
Woah, what was that?
A
All of that to say, there's at least one little angel darting over these troubled waters. Ruby can't just sit back and enjoy a nice snow picnic when there could be people stuck in the ice. And stuck they are- oof.
She was about to turn back when the sight of something red cut through all the white. Floating on over, she exclaims-]
Hello? Anyone there?
no subject
[What in the damn fuck-]
Uh, hello? Yeah. What the hell is up with this place?
[She squints through the ice as if that will make the little flying girl-sprite-cat thing make any more sense. The ice distorts the image, but that isn't exactly the real problem.]
B
[ Says a cute widde hellified gal from off to the side. She loves this kind of thing! Even if it's not quite one-hundred percent on the topic, and Runa hasn't exactly read any Theory, society sure looks like a bunch of this shit from her perspective!
She slides up next to the cool-ass drunk with a much weaker drink of her own. ]
You sound like you've been through it with that kinda thing.
[ Now actually talking to her directly. ]
no subject
[Icy grey eyes cut to the side to get a glance at Runa as she sidles up.]
Very observant of you.
[She isn't trying to be bitchy on purpose. It's not you, it's her, etc.]
no subject
[ Runa doesn't seem to be put off by this. ]
Really, anyone deciding that this or that person should go to Hell...
no subject
[Points for being so unfazed, truly. Pointing out directly how she's acting does get Vi to chill a little, though it doesn't fix her mood. She rolls her neck to crack it and rotates her shoulders, sitting upright rather than hunching over the bar like a gargoyle.]
Or even deciding what Hell is. Plenty of Pilties who saw the deepest parts of the lanes would have called that Hell, but for us it was home. This place, it doesn't seem so bad, either.
[Except for the fact that it's supposed to be bad. Really, Vi never gave cosmology or religion much thought in her life. She prayed to Janna for fair winds and to guide the lost souls of her loved ones like everyone else in Zaun, but that's not really the same vibe as all of this.]
Who're you anyway?
no subject
I get it. Here, it's not as lonely as what I was living through.
[ For at least a little while. ]
I'm Runa. Just another one of the poor souls stuck here 'accidentally'.
no subject
Yeah? It's at least not isolated here.
[A person can be lonely even in a crowd, but that is decidedly not the type of lonely that Vi is used to.]
Been here that long? Is there some kind of usual turnaround time?
[She doesn't sound that in a hurry to get back, though]
no subject
[ You can say that at least. ]
...getting close to a year now, which is kinda messed up ain't it?