New World New You

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-> (1)

It begins with a bang; then, disorientation, darkness, dismayed voices, and spells that weigh down your limbs like heavy shackles...

The people keeping you captive seem as unsure as you are of what just happened, and argue and mutter amongst themselves, though they don't hesitate to restrain you, chain you to a pipe in the wall of this bottom floor of an underground parking garage, or lock you alone into a smaller room of the abandoned building where the summoning was held. You seem to unnerve them; they don't want to look you in the eye, and if they have to touch you to lock you up, they do so gingerly, nervously.

But maybe, once they leave you to yourself to go and argue and regroup in private, you're not quite alone? You weren't the only person to come out of the array. You have at least one companion in your confusion, one person restrained like you and not wearing the cultists' strange masks. Take comfort, take inventory, and prepare for anything.


-> (2)

The Joyous were prepared for you to attempt escape. Their preparations don't quite match what they got, but even poorly calibrated spells will do something, and the effects of knockout darts and magically reinforced walls don't discriminate. It's time to blow this popsicle stand...

...But you may want to take a moment to comb the area - once the Joyous have had enough time and reason to weigh their options, they'll run, leaving behind the incriminating results of their "botched" summoning. Those less able to escape confinement under their own power may need a hand, or to band together, or, at worst, to wait quite a while for locals to stumble across them...


-> (3)

You step outside into an unfamiliar town; small, sparse, just off a major highway running through the Neloi Flats. A perfect place for a cult looking for an unoccupied building, because there are a lot of those here, as though the town's peak has come and gone, leaving behind rusty signs for roadside attractions and a main street retinue of shops made of sheer stubbornness and spite.

There's not much direction here. There are locals, who will be confused by you, possibly wary and disbelieving. There's a temple, small like the village but likely to have charity you need right now. There's a highway, and following it in either direction will take you to one of two very different cities.

There's a whole country of possibilities before you, in fact. What ones will you chase, and will you do it alone?



[[As of this mingle: go forth and RP! You can treat this post like a game intro, or like a meme post; follow the prompt/s exactly, or alter the details to suit your tastes, or pitch a completely different scene in your own top-level. Let's get some stories started.]]

Comments

whoops and that one is my fault too :'D

[soft_focus]

[To that, she just beams. Good, she made a good point! Thank you sir-

She's very quick to break off some cheese to stick it on now.] It won't just come off? [She asks, despite committing to it already.]

[photoshooter]

As long as you don't leave it in too long, it shouldn't! ...I think.

[WHY DO YOU TRUST THIS MAN, REIRA. LOOK AT HIS oh you're from Yu-Gi-Oh his hair will tell you nothing.]

[soft_focus]

[As far as Reira is aware, this guy is probably only as bad as Yuuya.

And Yuuya's mom could apparently cook, so Yuuya probably learned, which in some round-about way maybe...means that Prompto knows. Right???

Except he DID burn that tuber...] ...Maybe we have to wait for bubbles.

[photoshooter]

Well, if it falls off, we've got more, right? No problem. We'll just keep trying until we get it right!

[Words of wisdom from the loser who never gets anything right on the first try!]

[soft_focus]

Ummm...I guess... [Prompto, she's suddenly not sure about this at all. She's wrapping the cheese back up with both hands (one wearing a curiously thick and oversized glove), but now she's not sure she wants to share the remaining cheese if this fails.

It's good cheese you know.]

[photoshooter]

Well, maybe we don't wait all the way for bubbles. Treat it like roasting marshmallows! You can always keep taking it out of the fire until it looks done to you. ...Or it catches on fire.

[There are two kinds of marshmallow-roasters.]

[soft_focus]

...I've never roasted marshmallows.

[....No that's upsetting.]

[photoshooter]

[...This is a tragedy.]

Okay, first thing tomorrow I'm running back to town and getting you a bag of marshmallows. The big kind. And I'll show you how it's done.

[soft_focus]

....Okay.

[QUESTION FIRST]

...What's a marshmallow..? ...is that a candy..? [Shinji gave them...cookies, donuts, and 'rice crispies'... ...nothing called marshmallows though...]

[photoshooter]

Uh--

[That's actually an excellent question. How does one categorize a marshmallow?]

Well... yeah, kinda? They're real sweet, but also soft and squishy. [He mimes squeezing one between his fingers.] They look like little white pillows, and they're reeeeeally good between graham crackers and chocolate.

[soft_focus]

I've had chocolate..! [The fact that this is exclaimed as if it were a rarity is not going to comfort him, Reira.] ...Not the crackers though.

[photoshooter]

[You're breakin' his heart, Reira. Prompto brings his fist over his chest.]

Kid, I'm gonna find a restaurant, work my tail off washing dishes, and buy us a whole mountain of graham crackers and marshmallows so you can have the true camp-out experience.

[soft_focus]

[uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-] ....You don't have to get that much...

[photoshooter]

The enormous tummyache is also part of the true camp-out experience.

[soft_focus]

But I don't want a tummy ache..! That hurts..! [WHY WOULD HURTING BE GOOD]

[photoshooter]

[Her dismay actually makes him laugh, if lightly and kindly.]

Well, don't hurt yourself too much! But there's something great about being able to stuff your face till you drop, something that tells you you really survived something. 'Specially if you can do it together with someone.

[soft_focus]

Ummm... [She doesn't Believe you.] ...Okay...

[She'll just. Peer at the cheese. It's probably ready now.]

[photoshooter]

[She'll learn! One day she will be as old and wise as Prfbhahahaha, no. He sees where she's looking and points his thumb at her waiting food.]

Ready to try that on the not-potatoes?

[soft_focus]

Yeah! [Let's get some cheesey not-potato over here, with fresh cooked chicken!!]

[photoshooter]

[He smiles and watches her, picking up a piece of burnt tuber of his own.]

How'd we do? Is it edible?

[Nomf nomf. Without cheese, Prompto's expert (read: awful twenty-year-old bachelor) opinion is that it still isn't terrible, at least.]

[soft_focus]

[Well, she's eating it, and she's not really talking through the food, so that's a good sign. Kinda getting a bit of...cheese on her gloves and fingers but that's alright she's just gonna lick that off thanks.]

M's g'd!

[photoshooter]

[He grins, relieved.]

Great! Maybe we should write this down so we can recreate it in the future. [He sits up a little straighter, snaps his fingers, and mimics (badly) what sounds to be a posh British accent:] "That's it! I've come up with a new recipeh!" And so on.

[soft_focus]

[Ever the serious one, Reira has to shoot that down-] ...We don't have paper.

[photoshooter]

Oh, yeah. Bummer. Oh well.

[Besides, nobody really needs to save a recipe for "throw random shit in a fire."]

My friend Ignis, he's really the one who cooks, anyway. If he were here, he probably could've whipped up a three-course meal out of nowhere for you. He's incredible.

[soft_focus]

Ignis..? [...Sounds like Ghengis.] ...I don't know what Yuuya could make, but it's probably not that good either.

This is good anyway...It's better than just meat. [See~ Compliment~]