Test Drive Meme!

[paradisamods]

TEST DRIVE MEME Welcome to the Test Drive Meme! Whether you're considering joining paradisa for the first time or you just want to test out a new muse, this is the place to do it. Only character journals allowed, please! Feel free to have your character roam any of the castle's rooms, grounds locations, or City Royale. Thanks for your interest, and have fun! Premise: You wake up in a giant, magical castle. Everything is beautiful and the castle grants material wishes. It also provides a magic journal to every resident that allows everyone to communicate with each other like a two-way radio.

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[eroticfriendfiction]

[Tina isn't one to throw around a lot of questions. After waking up, she simply assumed that the family had... gone on vacation or something, and hadn't bothered to wake her up. That made sense. She was really tired, probably her parents just wanted her to get some sleep.

And car trips weren't that interesting anyway, right? Yeah.

After a cursory look around for the other Belchers, Tina became distracted by the pretty, fresh journal in front of her. It must be a gift! An early Purim gift! It must be for Purim, because that was the next holiday and anyway Tina had specifically stated a desire for several pricey horse figurines for her birthday, and... well, maybe the Belchers were Jewish now.

Gasp, Tina had missed her bat mitzvah!

That would have to be dealt with later -- Tina was pretty sure that Hebrew lessons took more than one afternoon. She wanders down to the lobby, then takes a seat to begin her morning ritual. Opening her journal, she begins to write -- and also narrate, in a monotone drone.]

"It was a dark and stormy night in the Wagstaff science labs. Dr. Tina Frankenstein, PhD, cackled into the night as the ceiling opened to a bright crack of lighting.

'Muahaha, bring me the butt!' she yelled, and her assistants Andy and Ollie proceeded to wheel the cart containing the most precious part of the boy-to-be over to the laboratory table. 'Soon, soon, my sweet,' Dr. Tina told the still-lifeless body of her pet project, Jimmy Jr., and then began to sew the butt onto his body."

You'd sew a butt, right? Yeah, that's right.

[bezazzled]

[Mabel has no idea where this story is going, but she's already very much intrigued. So much that she had stopped her walking to come and listen as the other girl narrates her tale while she writes.

She doesn't want to smother the poor girl. Mabel of all people knows that an artist needs her space for creativity. She stands a little bit away.]

What happens next?

Lara Croft | Tomb Raider 2013

[born_survivor]

Option 1: Edge of the Enchanted Forest. Nighttime

[From the distance it seems like a small speck of light was moving behind the living trees of the enchanted forest. Echoing blasts from a gun traveled from the dense woodland to the open field near the castle. The light came from a makeshift torch in the hand of a woman, sprinting and vaulting away from the moving branches that try to snag her. A pistol in her other hand, she fires at the trees that managed to snare her ankle]

Keep moving, Lara... Just keep moving...

[Lara was very close to the edge of the forest. Just a few more feet and she's out of this nightmarish forest. She leaped forward to try and make that last few meters to freedom, but a claw managed to not make it that easy for the weary survivor]

Let go!

[Firing her last three handgun rounds, Lara threw her pistol aside and get the shotgun on her back. Help?]

Option 2: City Royale - Merchant District. Morning

[Lara stood out from the rest of the crowd. From the dirt and blood on her tattered modern clothing, to the fact that she has an armory on her back. Lara just tried not to make eye contact with the locals giving her weird looks as she squeezes herself through a dense noon crowd. The sunlight made it hot and smell like horse and firewood. Not that she smells any better, but Lara just kept walking, clutching the bowstring on her chest with her bandaged right hand]

Paradisa. How long was I gone? I don't remember it looking like this.

Option 3: Castle Rooms. Anytime

[You pick which one, and I'll make the starter if you want! There's also an option of her waking up in your room for lulz and justice]

hay gurl hay #1 of course

[putuporshutup]

[Meg is out for a walk on the grounds, really not caring much about the so-called 'dangers of the forest.' Please. Things that go bump in the night know to run from her.

Still, she's immediately on edge when she suddenly sees the far off light bobbing irregularly closer, like someone's running for their damn life. Naturally, the demon's curiosity is piqued. She blinks over to the edge of the woods, just in time to be blindsided by Lara's reappearance, and, more importantly the nasty looking creature clawing at her. She's frozen in utter surprise for a beat, but the gunshots snap Meg back to reality and she rushes to the aid of her... friend? Yeah, they'd been friends. Funny how she could appreciate that so much more, now.]

Lara?!

[She flicks a hand and the clawed thing goes flying backwards, hitting a substantial tree trunk with a thud and sliding to the ground, unconscious. Or dead. Preferably the latter, but Meg doesn't like to assume.]

Some welcome-back party you got goin' here.

Casey Jones | TMNT 2012

[bigbadvigilante]

Hallways

[Hope there wasn't anyone around hoping for a peaceful night in their room, because this teenage rapscallion has decided tonight is the night to practice his slap shot. If anyone decides to pass through the hallway he's practicing in they better be prepared to dodge hockey pucks as they ricochet off the walls. Don't stand close to any paintings or vases either, because those are fresh targets in his mind.]

City Royale

[Jeez, and here he thought crime fighting back in his own world was boring on some nights. Casey was itching to lay into a robo-ninja or mutant slime ball and this place just wasn't delivering. Well he might as well have some fun while he's hear, the next person who passes by the alley way is going to have awakening when this kid in a skull painted hockey mask decides to charge out at them.]

GOOOOOOONGAAAAAAAALAAAAAAA!

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley greatly dislikes having his sleep disturbed. It's the one thing he feels he's really earned in his long existence, and having teenagers running about smashing things puts a dint in his carefully planned sleep schedule.

So he'll just be opening his door to throw a good GLOWER Casey's way.]

You might have better luck on the roof.

Ruby Rose | RWBY

[onecream_fivesugar]

Lobby:

[The moment Ruby found out that this place gave out material wishes, she knew what she had to do, wish up as many cookies as she possibly could. She's currently sitting at the very top of a small mountain of the baked treats that she wished in the lobby. She's got the journal open as she mows down on the sweets.]

This place has to be the coolest, most awesome place in the whole wide world! Does anyone want a cookie? I have enough to share.

[weiss_so_serious]

[While Ruby is enjoying the perks of Paradisa's material wishing, Weiss sat with her at the lobby, looking particularly pissed off. Arms crossed and finger tapping along with her heel, the heiress tried her best to be calm. Only it failed when Ruby openly invited people over]

Ruby! We don't know what kind of people we are here with, and you're just going to invite them all over for some cookies?!

[Weiss, try wishing for some chill pills. Though she kind of does have a point. Can't trust a place you just woke up in all of a sudden, after all]

Merriman Lyons | Dark is Rising sequence

[foreverold]

1. Courtyard

Anything with the hint of what might be called magic would naturally catch a certain Old One's attention. The unfamiliarity of the large crystal drew him to a close study of it, craggy brows growing even darker shadows than their norm. Merriman shook his head a little, ignoring how the wispy white hair on his head moved. No, he could see nothing of this crystal's purpose. It seemed...dead, almost. Inert. Harmless, for the moment.

Almost as tall as he was. He reached out a long-fingered hand to rest lightly on the orange crystal, felt an attempt to do something, but a glance around showed it had failed.

2. City Royale

Now this was a piece out of his past. Or through the Doors. Merriman walked along at a slow pace, looking around and murmuring the occasional greeting to the residents of the city. Not a city like London as he'd seen it just a little while ago. Before he and all but the Watcher had traveled away.

He could tell this was nothing he'd experienced before, that there were no answers readily available that he could easily accept just on word alone. Experience and exploration were key here. Times like these made his ability to alter the appearance of his clothing so much easier to be accepted, even dismissed by those around. Even when they knew full well he didn't belong here, which was strange in and of itself.

1

[lightbranded]

Will had long ago given up any hope of ever seeing a familiar face in the castle. While others had seen friends and family come and go, Will had stayed silent and comforted himself with his duty and with the knowledge that no one could have come for him. Even if they had wanted to.

And so seeing Merriman standing in the courtyard this morning was the last thing Will would have ever expected. He just stands and stares for a moment, almost not daring to believe this was real.

"Merriman?"

Stiles | Teen Wolf

[spasmodic]

[ Wishes, huh? Maybe it wasn't a good thing to be testing this whole system and process, but there were just so many things he wanted to test, just to check out the limits of this whole -- unlimited wish thing. ]

[ It means his room being a clutter-mess of objects, a cacophony of ideas and whims, and it means Stiles is prowling the halls right now with a pump-action water gun, peeking around corners and fully outfitted in all black, war stripes under his eyes. As if it's going to help him blend in. With a castle. ]

---

OPTION A

[ Suddenly, Stiles jumps out from behind the corner with a sharp 'HA' and ends up spraying you squarely in the chest, touting his gun over his shoulder confidently. ] That's point one to: Lieutenant Stilinski.

---

OPTION B

[ He's got another gun hanging off his belt loop haphazardly, similar to the one he has for himself, one that he's handing off to you right now with the most serious of serious expressions on his face. Take the gun if you want, but he's going to deepen his voice and try the whole Schwarzenegger accent thing. ]

Come with me if you want to rampage.

a!

[nadezda]

[ If there's anything you shouldn't do to a K.G.B. agent already on high alert after finding herself suddenly abducted to an improbably beautiful and exceedingly suspicious castle-- It's got to be spraying her with a water gun and then bragging about it.

It crosses Elizabeth's mind once, just once, that he's just a stupid kid who probably knew no better but while her husband would laugh and play along, she is too tightly wound to let it go. So here she comes, first swinging her leg impossibly high to deliver a solid kick to his head while holding both her fists in front of her, ready for retaliation. Bad idea, Lieutenant Stilinski. ]

aziraphale | good omens

[tartanisstylish]

[. . . Well, of course. And why wouldn't he be in a magic castle? There's no reason he can think of off the top of his head, other than these, mm, thousands.]

[But never mind those.]

[Aside from the utterly predictable and boring amount of time Aziraphale spends poking his nose into the various corners of the library, he also spends an exorbitant period inspecting the tapestries in the various halls. While doing this, he mutters things like 'curious' and 'extraordinary' and 'hmm,' none of which actually mean very much other than he has no idea where he is and that's annoying.]

[Eventually, he stations himself irritably in the glasshouse with a cup of tea, eyeing everyone who passes him with the dual certainty that they're absolutely behind this, and also utterly innocent.]

[Which, frankly, is probably true.]

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley is well used to Aziraphale showing up randomly at the castle. It's just a thing that happens. He still believes the castle gets sick of all the book hoarding and gleefully dumps the angel out when it grows to be too much of a problem.

So, it's with practised ease that he takes a seat beside the angel in the glasshouse, wishing up a fine vintage of wine and trying to remember where their last conversation had taken off from.

Something about manatees, he thinks.]

Anyway, sea cow is a really stupid name for something that lives neither in the sea all that much, nor is a cow.

[A sip of his wine.]

This is Paradisa, by the way.

Chris D'Amico/The Motherfucker || Kick-Ass, movie-verse and cw; for language forever

[mistconduct]

[Chris - or the Motherfucker, as he's chosen to be called - is as blatantly out of place as is possible to be. As beautiful as the castle and its grounds can be with its light pastels and homey features, in storms a young man looking like he just blew through an 80s glam rock festival crossed with a fetishist convention. He stands dead in the center of the lobby, looking around in confusion, before reaching for his guns]

Who in the goddamn fuck kidnapped me?!

All right, shitheads, get your asses out here! This is the Motherfucker, you hear me?! I'm the one in charge of this dump now. Fucking come straight out here and pay homage to your liege lord, dicks!

[tartanisstylish]

[This.]

[Is not.]

[What Aziraphale signed up for ever in history. Why does everyone have guns? He's mentally wringing his hands, while the air turns blue.]

The what.

Agent Maine - Red vs. Blue

[too_high]

[He doesn't remember being here. He just remembers falling out of a skyscraper as part of Carolina's improvising.]

[Now, he's wandering the halls and trying to figure out how he got here. Just one heavily armored growly space marine with a 'knifle' at his back, looking for answers.]

[fearbringer]

[At some point, he may become aware of a shadowy figure following him around.]

Snow White ► Fables

[mrswolf]

THE GARDENS

[Snow sits on one of the steps in the garden, legs crossed, gaze pointed to the ground with a hand rubbing her chin. a foot taps on stone in a steady rhythm that'd keep her mind in one place so she doesn't fly off the handle in a fury.

it's important that she keep calm but she couldn't help the anger & worry bubbling inside her. what mother wouldn't be upset over being trapped in this place while two of her children are missing?]

Keep a cool mind, Snow. [she runs a hand through her hair & takes a deep sigh. what she'd give to have her husband by her side but that would only leave the rest of her children without another parent. no, she has to deal with this on her own.]

[purpled]

[Here, brooding lady. Have a short purple woman with a gigantic amethyst gem right in the middle of her chest. She seems to have overheard you, and she's grinning from ear to ear, trying to fight back a few chuckles.]

Heh. Hey, lady! Hey!

Arnold Rothstein-Boardwalk Empire

[dentistwithether]

[The gardens at Paradisa were the last place Arnold expected to end up at. Especially given the last time he checked he was walking down a street in South Manhattan on his way to see Charlie and Mayer. He'd needed them to oversee a delivery for Nucky and felt Charlie would be more receptive if he spoke in person.

Normally people would scream and panic in such a scenario like this but Mr Rothstien felt this would be unhelpful and besides ... he was never one for doing anything to the extreme like that.

Instead he adjusts his bowtie and continues to walk ... hoping to find answers. Occasionally he will stop and smell a flower.]

omfg it's a bird, it's a plane, IT'S A.R.

[insula]

[ Richard would agree that screaming tends to be counterproductive. It expends necessary energy and helps your enemies locate you, neither of which are helpful. Smelling the flowers, on the other hand...

The sniper was nearly falling asleep under the tree with his cap over much of his face (even that's far more comfortable than his mask) but he is ever alert, slowly moving to shift his hat aside to peer at the man. The most powerful man in New York, strolling about with not a single bodyguard visible, smelling the flowers. So unnerved was Richard that he lets out a grunt, clearing his dry throat and possibly announcing his presence. ]

--Hay fever.

Kate Beckett | Castle

[themuse]

The Courtyard/Duck Pond;

It's a nice area, but Kate didn't exactly feel in the position for sight-seeing as she moves through castle courtyard. Her gait was deliberate, her face screwed into a mixture of determination and annoyance.

At least, on the scale of being kidnapped, she'd had worse experiences. And just as many unanswered questions. The second eclipsed the first for the time being, however, and she paused once she reached the duck pond, her eyes scanning the area for any sign of help or assistance. A duck waddled past her, pausing for a moment to quack in her direction, and Kate shot it an exasperated look.

"Yeah, I'm willing to bet you don't know what the hell is goin' on, either."

[majestic_leader]

At 7'1", even out of armor Spartan Paul DeMarco makes an imposing figure. It's handy when he's facing down snarling Elites, but out on the peaceful castle ground he tries to dial it back a notch. His lope is easy, hands in his pockets, and a pleasant smile on his face.

Of course, the smile was mostly because hello pretty lady.

"So who's the lucky bastard this time?" He motions to the duck with a nudge of his shoe, assuming it's a resident on a loss since he caught her talking to it.

Elizabeth Jennings | The Americans

[nadezda]

[ Elizabeth has been running round and round, rushing through the hallways and checking about every door to find first, her family, then second, a way out. This isn't where she meant to go and being where she's not meant to be is always a recipe for trouble. She is on high alert, tightly wound, jumping at every shadow. If you forgot to lock your door, you might soon find a woman swinging it open with more might than her slight figure should have, and pointing a small gun about the room. An uncanny picture, considering her blue fuzzy sweater and comfortable sneakers, the very image of a suburban mom yelling harshly: ]

Hands where I can see them!

[fearbringer]

[Well.

That's not Pitch's door that's being slammed open, but he's standing in the shadows about ten feet away, and he's pretty amused. When she comes back out into the hallway, he'll be there, holding his hands in the air.]

Now what?

Alec McDowell/X5-494 : Dark Angel

[kissthatgoodbye]

Alec is in hell.

No, he's pretty sure he's in hell, and as soon as he sees the cobbled streets leading away to a town stuck even before the Pulse, well. It doesn't exactly make him feel any better, is what. He already misses his motorcycle, his television, and his certainty of the world he's occupying.

But he is who he is and in no time at all, completely unfazed and unimpressed by the massive grandeur of the majority of the castle as he splits it mentally into grids and explores each one, he finds the important parts of his new environment. The bar. The kitchen. The room full of summer. This makes him feel a little better and allows him to relax and look around with more forgiving eyes; not that it noticeably affects his mood from the outside.

He's always been friendly, and he's always had something to say.

[patheticvillain]

It's in the bar that Cassel stumbles across Alec. He's sulking and nursing a shot of Campari, the drink of masochists. Alec, of course, doesn't look familiar to him. Nothing really does anymore, hence the Campari.

Well, one thing looks moderately familiar and that's the friendliness. It's not aggressive and not passive. It's perfect friendliness.

Cassel shouldn't be suspicious of that, and yet.

He tips his chin at Alec across the room, a challenge of good cheer that he's fairly sure the guy will have to rise to. If not, well. He'll just follow him.

Dean Winchester : Supernatural

[surfaceshine]

As far as places to crash go, Dean's seen worse. No, really, he has. The moment he realizes the mattress in his room doesn't have any lumpy spots or strange stains or odors, he's pretty much good to go; his car is safe back wherever he came from, and the rest of it can be settled as he goes.

Now he just has to figure out where he is and what put him here, dust it, and get back to what he was doing. But as far as hallucinations go, this one isn't half bad; beats hell boats in space and time, anyway. Kind of.

"Hello?" he calls when he's tired of walking, glancing up and down the hall. "Hey! You left the lights on!"

[putuporshutup]

Well, that was fast. Not exactly the guy she was hoping for, but whatever. Meg turns down the music, grabs the bottle of whiskey off her nightstand, and takes a long swig before dragging her journal across the bed and answering in a chipper tone meant to disguise all the sad little mixed-up feelings he just dredged up by re-appearing.

"Back so soon, Dean-O?"

Dick Grayson | Young Justice

[ex_graybird839]

( A.Insolitus )
He really shouldn't have gone about crawling in strange tunnels, considering in a castle, it could have been home to all sorts of nasties. He was Dick Grayson - he was Robin, and he couldn't let a mystery go unexplored. Besides, it wasn't like this was the first time he found himself maneuvering around tight spaces, and it looked like there was a pay-off to his searching.

Dick had stumbled upon an open section of the tunnels studded with stars overhead. That was definitely not what he expected, but it wasn't the strangest thing he had ever seen. Live with a man who dresses like a bat at night and you will definitely get to know strange.

Still, he was tempted to try and see if those stars matched up with anything familiar, a plan to be foiled, however. He heard the sound of footsteps coming out of one of the tunnels and immediately ducked off to the side, sinking into the shadows where a ramp met a bridge across an upper level. Maybe he should have taken into account those nasties that might have been lurking.

( B.Open. )

A

[fearbringer]

[When Pitch emerges from the tunnel, he's walking slowly-- strolling, really. He eventually stops in the middle of the open area, tilting his head up and looking up at the stars. There are a few good minutes of silence, but eventually, he turns towards Dick's hiding place and speaks out loud.]

Fascinating, isn't it.

[Yes, Dick, he's very aware of your presence.]

Scott McCall | Teen Wolf

[semifreakingnormal]

[He has no freaking idea where he is.

It's a....castle? There are a solid five minuets where he's convinced he's in Hogwarts, but that's dumb. Hogwarts is made up.

(Like werewolves are totally made up.)

He tries not to freak out. He shouldn't freak out. He's an Alpha now, he should be doing the opposite of freaking out, and that's staying calm. Which he is doing. While he tries to find out if he's been kidnapped.

It can't be the darach. They already have a new English teacher.

He takes the steps up two at a time, though he's not sure exactly why. No - yes he is. He needs a vantage point. He needs to figure out where he is. He needs to find his people. (His pack. It doesn't sound as dumb as he thinks it should.)

On the lower level of the roof he jogs in a circle, looking out over the grounds, the forest, and he's pretty sure if there was a freaking castle in the middle of the Beacon Hills preserve, he'd know. Which means he's not in Beacon Hills.

Whatever sparks the idea is pretty hard to say, and he tries not to think about it. Instead, he reaches for that part of himself that's Scott but also something else, and everything goes red and sharp and clear. He can feel his ears shift and his teeth grow, and it's so normal now. He needs to find his pack. It's as simple as that.

So he leans forward, out over the rail, and howls.]

[spasmodic]

[ That's - ]

[ One way to get his attention. ]

[ He means, the roar of it echoes, and it echoes, as if it's not loud enough. Stiles is meandering somewhere around the second floor when he hears it, and he doesn't hesitate, doesn't move from his spot for a moment - just looks up towards the ceiling and lets it sit for a second. Because he's heard that howl. He knows that howl. ]

[ It leaves Stiles moving floor to floor, up and up, calling Scott's name - but it doesn't sound like it came from anywhere inside the place. Practically shook the windows, right? The roof? It's not a bad plan, it IS a great vantage point, it's a perfect precipice for a werewolf to find its bearings. ]

[ So it may take a while before the door to the roof access opens and Stiles emerges, peering his way out the crack in it before he fully steps out onto the landing. ] Scott? You up here?

Rapunzel | Tangled

[tanglefree]

In Town

[ She sure did get turned around, for a moment she turns in circles, trying to get a good idea pf where she was in town in regards to the castle. She was sure she was facing the other way? All the chalk drawings she only so recently put on the ground were missing, yet chalk remains were still present the bottom and sides of her feet.]

Eugene? [ She peers though the town and into the shops, scrunching up her face the more she searched. ] Eugene? [ She puts a hand on her hip. Seriously, how far could he have gone?

She searched a little more, looking in shop and after shop. The more she searched, the more she panicked. She threw her hands up to her face, slowly running her fingers downwards.

This was a bad idea. ]

(( please be gentle ))

[rapscalliongirl]

[ on top of a roof there's a young woman crouched in a roman armor, with shockingly red hair. she's got just as bare feet as rapunzel, but hers are covered (up to the knees) in mud.

she looks concerned as she peers down at the young girl. ]

Hey, you alright, Missy?

Elle Woods | Legally Blonde | Lobby; Action; OTA

[bendnsnap]

[Wow. This? This she can work with. Who knew Harvard had such fab dorms? And you even get your own diary! How sweet. Except... wait a second. Where's her movers? And her boxes? Gasp and BRUISER! They were totally there a second ago, and--

The blonde pokes her head back out the door she just walked into and does a double take. She's pretty sure she just hallucinated the exterior of Cinderella's freakin' castle in place of her new studious and dignified looking ivy-league home.]

Um... excuse me? Is this Harvard? I'm trying to find orientation... Woods, comma, Elle? Hello? Am I like... in the wrong place?

[rapscalliongirl]

[ wow she's wearing weird clothes. is what the girl in roman armor thinks. ]

What's Harvard? A place in Heliohapt?

ilithyia | spartacus

[withouthesitation]

[It's not long before she finds herself on the roof. Days of talking to strangers and not finding a thing familiar to her have made her certain this is all a dream, but she's not so bold as to throw herself off the ramparts and see whether she can fly. Yet she'll lean over as far as she can, to try and look down at the castle and the grounds below. What is it like, to fall so far?

Batiatus' ludus sat neatly on that cliffside over Capua, and she never truly took the time to cherish that view. Did Lucretia? How often had that woman stared out at the city, as Ilithyia did now in Paradisa? Did she ever think to lean over the edge of that balcony as far as she could?

Her nails scrape against the stone with enough force to break them.]

[indirectcause]

[Ben often comes to the roof, largely because it's a good brooding spot, and most of his friends don't try to hunt him down up here. He catches sight of the lady leaning over the balcony and winces inwardly.]

Uh, you should be careful. It's a long drop, and you won't like what'll happen when you reach the bottom.

Hisoka Kurosaki l Yami no Matsuei

[deathofempathy]

[Okay so. This is. Weird. Castles? There is nothing like this back home. Even Meifu and the temples around Japan are nothing like any sort of traditional castle like this. He can't help but be uncertain since this is definitely not where he fell asleep. It instantly puts him on edge, looking around warily, cautiously. The fact that he isn't immediately with Tsuzuki does nothing to curb his anxiety and caution either.

Hisoka searches the rooms, using his empathy to try and track down if any of his colleagues are around at all, to find someone who can explain what is going on. He has yet to realize the whole wishing deal. He just wants to find out what is going on. To find his colleagues, assuming any of them are even around at all.

When he finds someone, he stops them if they don't seem too busy to ask them what is going on.]

Excuse me?

[omnomcinnabon]

[And coming up right behind him is Hisoka's partner, who is forever late and easily distracted. This place is too big and interesting to simply walk through. Tsuzuki needs to stop and look at everything.]

[He's not expecting to see the back of a familiar head. Tsuzuki'd recognize the empath anywhere.]

Hisoka? Wait up!

Morgana Pendragon | BBC's Merlin | CR-AU i guess???

[youwillgotohell]

[She wakes in the stables, and the dissonance she feels upon waking leaves her sitting in the middle of the aisle, staring at familiar and strange creatures alike. It's almost comforting to see horses again; she can't remember the last time she rode through a forest.

But the Barge doesn't have a stable. If they've gone to port - but she can't recall and announcement, and she wouldn't remember the Barge at all if she'd been thrown free.

That's a thought, too - free. But this isn't Camelot's stables; this isn't any stable in Albion. She can see electric lights in place of torches as she picks herself up.

A horse exhales to her right, searching for a treat, and she reaches out to pet its nose almost instinctively. She doesn't notice the journal she woke up next to, still on the floor. There are more important things to check first.

Raising her hand palm up in front of her, she reaches for her magic, eyes glowing gold.]

Leoht.

[It's bright enough in here, but she still sees the orb of light form in her hand, heatless fire, and breathes a sigh of relief. Whatever this is, she still has what makes her strong.]

[hellofist]

[Some days, Cass just leaves the castle and walks. There's no climbing buildings or leaping from rooftop to rooftop, it's just walking. Boots on the hard-packed earth of the roads that come and go from the castle, wandering wherever she feels like going just for an excuse to be alone, to not have to see the body language of people who worry about her too much.

The stable is a place she does visit fairly often, because she's developed a fondness for riding in the time she's been here. There's rarely ever other people here too and if there are, they tend to be focused on getting their own horses settled and dealt with, or in a hurry to leave. It suits her, but today as she comes in there's a woman who is clearly new, doing magic and pleased that she can.

Curiosity wins over her desire to keep herself separate, so she takes a step toward the woman, trying to catch her attention.]

Did you... not think that'd work?

Hannah | Rat Queens

[nofucksconjured]

Ugh, shit biscuits.

[ Well, Violet sure got what she asked for, that had been one hell of a party. Hannah is almost prepared to wake up next to any assortment of dudes from Palisade. Or several, so long as one isn't Sawyer. That's a complication she doesn't need, okay?

What she isn't prepared for is a castle. She's woke up hungover in a lot of stupid places, but a big fancy castle? Definitely a first. But she cares little about her surroundings, because they're not dark, quiet, or ideal for a barf fest. So really, she could be anywhere right now and be just as gods damned miserable.

She leans against the wall for a moment, taking a break from her quest for a nice hole to crawl in. ]

Oh fuck me. Fuck this place, fuck this sunlight, fuck this headache. Fuckfuckfuck. Where... Urppp.

[ Not going to throw up. No. Not now, not until she finds Violet and blames her for all of this. ]

[freeslider]

Whoa... [Wade has ample reasons in the last half a year or so drink, somewhere between rampaging dinosaurs and murderous sleepwalkers, but nothing huge had happened very recently, unless this woman had gone on especially long bender. On the other hand, maybe it had been a good occasion that was just ending a bit sourly. She approaches, looking obviously concerned despite her easy nature.]

...hey, are you okay? Actually, that's a dumb question. Did I miss some kind of party last night, and do you need anything?

Alexis Castle | Castle

[raisingdad]

[Alexis has been wandering around this strange place for a while now trying to figure out what is going on. It's certainly the most beautiful, perfect building that she's ever seen in her life, but she has no idea how she got here or what's going on. So far, the people that she's asked haven't been much help.

After exploring a few floors, she finds herself in a gigantic library and is momentarily distracted from her quest by the sheer vastness of it. It's even bigger than the main library in New York City, which is saying a lot. In fact, she reasons, a place this big could hold hundreds of thousands or even millions of books. Alexis wanders through the stacks, her mouth agape at all of the titles around her, the stacks rising well above her head.]

[thebestseller]

[Castle had been tucked away in a small corner of the library, re-reading Casino Royale for the... well, by now, he'd long lost count of how many times he'd read it. It was one of the few things that could help his loneliness, the awful pain he'd felt at Kate's departure and still felt every time he came back to an empty bed.

He was so absorbed he didn't notice someone else coming in at first, but he looked up as the person passed- and his heart skipped a beat.

Could it be...?

Tucking the book under his arm, he smiled and came up behind her.]

Pretty nice, isn't it?

Percy Jackson | Paradisa Memories for funsies

[waterproofed]

[it's been a while since anyone has seen this son of Poseidon. Those who know him will see that he's a lot more ragged than usual. The kid looks like he's been through Hell, which he literally was in very recently.

He glances around, frowning. Completely confused]

Paradisa...? Again? Seriously?

[speed]

[ Although she's not exactly the type to wander aimlessly around, she's found a place down in the lobby. Seated on one of the couches, Ada catches the castle doin' its thang and subsequently blips some kid out of nowhere. ]

Judging from the look on your face, you don't seem the least bit surprised.