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Third TDM: Don't Turn Around


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Arrival



Not all characters (known as Wickie, singular or Wickies, plural) arrive at the same time, surprisingly enough! That’s life for you. Some Wickies find their way to the island at a pivotal (or very mundane) point in their life, or even after or during their death.

Wickies who were standing or walking often find themselves entering the town South Sister, located on Lighthouse Isle, through an open doorway. Those that were laying down, or sleeping, tend to be found lying prone in beds, bathtubs, showers, couches, and similar places within the cottages on Cottage Row. There’s no rhyme or reason to it all! To Wickies familiar with the era, they will realize that everything looks as if it’s come from the ‘90s.

The house which a Wickie finds themselves within could already be occupied. This includes walking into a fellow Wicke, waking up in the same location, or accidentally scaring a room full of people with their sudden appearance.

Oops.


Braving the Trail

A new trail has opened up in the woods today! Funny, that there’s never been a real path before, but this one promises a spectacular view for all Wickies who brave it.

However, the view has to be earned with one stipulation: until the Wickie reaches the trail’s end, they are forbidden to turn around. At all. There’s no mention of what may happen if the Wickie does glance back, but the scripted text on the sign marking the trail hints that the consequences just might be dire.

The hike itself is fairly easy. It even feels peaceful with the sounds of bird calls echoing in the distance. But for Wickies who are known for past procrastination, the walk will prove to be difficult. These individuals will experience an itching urge to turn around and leave the trail, and the itch worsens with every pause of their footsteps.

If a Wickie does turn around, they will find themselves staring up at a blank masked figure, slightly taller than themselves. And as wisps of fog cover the packed-dirt path, the figure hisses out a sigh, their voice barely audible as they issue their reprimand:

“I’m disappointed.”

Why, it’s not clear at all.

But with those words, the Wickie will find their body locked into place, unable to scream as their limbs become paralyzed, their eyes remaining fixed upon the masked figure. Somehow, the figure moves without walking, inching closer and closer until their mask and the Wickie’s face are close enough to touch.

The only way to become unlocked from this position is to have someone come and cover the Wickie’s eyes before leading them back to the trail’s start, somehow breaking their vision of the masked figure, or by speaking of a past regret outloud.

Otherwise, the Wickie has a good chance of dying from exposure.


Currently residing

It’s been nearly three months since the first arrivals started off on the island. It’s had its ups and downs, but with the previous quiet month, it’s been easy to relax in the cottages and houses, and even feel safe.

But not everything stays as it should. Whether a Wickie is just scoping the houses out, or returning to sleep in one of those comfy beds during the night, they will find that things are just a little..off. It’s as if someone has moved everything just a little, by no more than an inch or two. Sometimes, it even looks as if someone hurried away from the middle of a task. For example, mugs left in the sink will be washed; unslept in beds have been stripped, and their sheets are found in the laundry.

It’s only after sitting down with a fellow Wickie, that what’s going on will slowly become apparent.

People, looking more like blue tinted holographic designs, appear within the house. Slowly they become more visible, going through the motions of daily life. People with their significant others, children playing, even pets can be seen, playing with their owners or doing things that pets do.

These residentials don’t seem to notice the newcomers in their surroundings. But they do notice objects are moved, particularly if it’s furnishings. They frown, confused, before talking to one another and seeing the items returned to where they believe it should be. And curious too, that while the residentials appear to speak to one another, there’s not a sound that’s uttered when their mouths move.

It’s not possible to interact with them, unless the Wickie has the spiritual power to speak with spirits. Even then they’re quite confused, and do not believe themselves dead- it’s as if they think the Wickie is the ghost instead.

It is possible to deter the residentials manifesting by lighting a candlek. Upon the candle being lit, they recoil, some of them violently, and with great upset, before fading.

But they weren’t causing any harm.

Are they?


It Arrives

The pumpkins have vanished (finally!) there’s no more costumes in the various drawers in town; the apple bobbing is done, and there’s no more bonfires. Pity that means the food is gone too.

But something else has arrived. Something...small, white, and with webbed feet.

You’ll know it by its sound. It’s unknown what has brought this particular goose to the island; it might have been a laden desire, or it had flown here over miles. Or who knows, maybe the Admin has set this goose out as some kind of petty revenge.

All that is known as that this goose likes to wreak havoc. It likes going into the flower and vegetable gardens, looking for seeds, vegetables, and flowers to pull up; it likes to grab keys and toss them just out of reach.

It’s also clever enough that it figured out how to get into Fruits Basket, into homes, and even...sometimes...onto roofs.

Thankfully, while the goose likes to startle people, its mischief is rather harmless, and even, at times, enjoyable to watch. Just be sure not to leave anything electrical it can throw into a body of water by accident- or any bells it can keep in its temporary home by the woods.

For those who are curious, yes it will accept all sorts of snacks, and it is a wild, ordinary goose. (So yes, it is as harmless as a normal goose and yes it is edible).


Confession network

Yet again, the phone goes off. Doesn’t look like it’s anybody in town, but it’s that weird, cheesy app called The Heart Game. And it’s persistent, too: it doesn’t want to be ignored, making a series of beeps and chirps, much like a pet that wants attention.

The message that pops up is as follows:

We’re back! It’s the time for everyone's favorite game- Confession! So beloved users, our question is:

If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be? Why? Tell us everything!
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russell seager | end roll

[personal profile] selforphaned 2020-10-17 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
( ooc: end roll is a series with very dark cws, including suicide, child abuse, and murder. these topics may come up during the thread )

a. arrival (limited to 1 please)
    [ as soon as russell arrived to this island, he certain that this was not the nameless town. could it be that he had somehow ended up in another town? in another dream?

    ...that doesn't seem likely.

    maybe the experiment had gone wrong and he had finally died. that seems more likely. but that doesn't take away from the fact that he is in a stranger's kitchen, and there's someone clearly inside. he doubts it's a friend and he has no weapons...so perhaps that kitchen knife will do.

    whoever's the current inhabitant of the house...don't underestimate this 4'9 boy with a kitchen knife. ]

b. braving the trail
    [ having learned what the predicament is, russell decides...to go as far away from the town as he can. if he can't find the villagers that he knew (and perhaps that's for the best, he thinks with a painful ache in his chest) then he might as well explore this new, strange dream place.

    so, of course, he takes the trail.

    what he does not expect is that urge to turn back that increases with every step. it feels wrong to be here, feels bad, feels sickening, and it's all overwhelming and he has to turn back he has to--!!

    and then he does and he is frozen in fear. not even the slightest hint of a whisper escapes his throat as he stares in terror at the approaching figure, just like the many nightmares that he has had to run away from before coming here. he doesn't want this. he wants to run away, he wants to escape but he knows that he can't he can never escape his sins---

    god, please help him. ]

c. confession.
    [ for some reason, the tone of this message reminds him of a certain irritating informant-- ]
    Sleep. I'd like to go to sleep

( ooc: if you'd like to hmu with anything, pls do so at either discord @ tori#3410 or on plurk @ [plurk.com profile] odasaku )
Edited 2020-10-17 04:35 (UTC)
bindsthedead: (curious)

[personal profile] bindsthedead 2020-10-17 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
Will the spirits register to those with the powers to sense such things?

And one of Sabriel's bells has the power to grant speech to the dead who've lost it- would using it make them audible to others?
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Sam Porter Bridges | Death Stranding

[personal profile] bridgetothefuture 2020-10-17 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
Arrival
The problem with living in a world after a post-apocalyptic event is that things other people might find immediately recognizable are completely alien to you. This is the situation Sam finds himself in when he wakes with a start in a bed that most certainly isn't his own.

It doesn't take long for sheer panic to set in. "Lou? Lou?!" Anyone else trapped in the house is sure to hear his frantic yelling, and his tone that continues to become more and more desperate as the moments tick by.

Braving the Trail I
To say Sam is used to the location is a complete overestimation, but at the very least, his serious and stoic demeanor means that he manages to come across as incredibly unfazed to anyone who isn't very good at reading people.

He's no stranger to hiking around spectacular views, so Sam keeps walking. He moves like he's in great shape, not looking like he's the least bit out of breath, even when he stops to take in the view. Anyone enjoying the view with him will eventually get him glancing in their direction. "Pretty, out, huh?" is all he says before turning back to the view.

...He's not much for conversation.

Braving the Trail II
Maybe it's a sudden sound behind him, maybe it's his imagination, but whatever it is, something compels Sam to look behind him.

It happens too quickly, but maybe that's by design, where Sam finds himself rooted to the spot, and that... thing centimeters from his face in a way that distinctly makes his skin crawl. "What... what the hell."

Misc
[Feel free to make up your own prompt!]
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Shoto Todoroki | My Hero Academia

[personal profile] dangertohands 2020-10-17 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
Arrival
[Waking up in a bathtub was... uncomfortable. Todoroki lays there for a while before he sits up with a start to scramble out of the tub. This wasn't a dream. This was far from his traditional Japanese family home or the dorm. Not that he recalls falling asleep in either as the weird visions overcame him.

Anyone in the house will just see a young man with rather interesting hair moving to get out. Those outside will just be met by someone who is trying to look composed but may just be a little frazzled. And giving off some rather unusual cold. Or is it hot?]


It Arrives
[It's not everyday that Todoroki sees a goose. A goose that just seems to be having a good time. It would be quite rude to interrupt it as it drags something along the ground to wherever a goose might need this item.

Sorry to whoever was robbed by this white bird. Though one could ask Todoroki to stop it since it's going right past him.]


Confession Network
[That's not a hard question to answer at all.]

I'd like to be home. Or at school.

[How boring]

Wildcard
[Hit me with anything, pm this journal, or throw something my way planning wise at [plurk.com profile] chromatus]
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Riku || Kingdom Hearts

[personal profile] consumethedarkness 2020-10-17 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
A - Arrival
[Riku had just been taking a moment to rest. After spending so long hunting across different worlds for clues about Sora's whereabouts, and then later pouring over Cid's computer terminal to get through the mess of data he'd dug up, Riku was tired. And despite his burning desire to search for his missing friend, he knew he needed the rest. And so, at the urgings of the rest of the Restoration Committee, he had laid down in the nearby cot and closed his eyes to take a rest.]

[When he awoke, he realized something was amiss. Blinking the sleep from his eyes, Riku was quick to realize he was not asleep in Merlin's house, but somewhere else entirely.]

[He gets up slowly, looking around. It's an unfamiliar bedroom he's woken up in, and it doesn't sound like anyone else is here. Travelling to different worlds isn't new for Riku, but suddenly waking up in one certainly is different.]

[Wariness settling in, Riku sits up and slowly rises, looking around his surroundings briefly before heading to the door. Whoever's house this is, he hopes they aren't home; he would hate to surprise any unsuspecting people with his sudden appearance.]


B - Braving the Trail
[The forest trail is actually rather peaceful. The wind gently rustles through the trees, the birds chirp in the distance, and the air is clear. All in all, Riku should enjoy this little nature walk.]

[But he can't shake the unease he feels in this place. A nagging feeling tugs at his bones, and despite the peace, he feels something... not quite right with this forest. Perhaps it's that unease that has him on edge, for when he hears a twig snap nearby, he turns around to look despite the prior warnings.]

[His eyes widen as he sees the figure, and he can't stop the gasp that escapes him.]


What--?!

[On instinct, he reaches to summon his Keyblade... only he can't. He can't move. His eyes widen a bit, but despite his struggles he cannot move an inch. All he can do is watch in terror as the masked figure inches closer, and closer...]

C - It Arrives
[Riku is just out minding his business, doing a little bit of grocery shopping in Fruit's Basket. He's just browsing the different products, picking out things for dinner. Though, he can't help shake the feeling something is watching him, even though every time he looks over his shoulder there's nothing to be seen.]

[So he goes about his business, which is fairly normal... until he passes by a display of stacked cans. And just as he passes it...]


HONK! HONK!

[The sudden noise makes Riku jump unexpectedly... which makes him bump into one of the cans. Which is just enough of a nudge to cause the entire display to come crashing down around him.]

[Overall, Riku is unharmed. But when he looks up and sees a goose waddling by, he can't help but stare in bewilderment... and then look on in dismay at the pile of cans around him. And sigh in defeat.]


Really..?
Edited 2020-10-17 05:08 (UTC)
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william vangeance | black clover

[personal profile] laeradr 2020-10-17 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
i. arrival

[ You're probably minding your own business, expecting today to be like any other day, and you exit your house, and ... there's a tree in the street. A tree you're definitely sure wasn't here yesterday. And not a small one, either. It's the sort of sturdy tree that would take at least a few decades to grow from a sapling, and it's just ... here. Healthy and green and very much in your way.

If you let your eyes follow up the tree's trunk, into the lush foliage where a few birds are flitting around, there's a spot of red fluttering around. A cloak? Or -- oh, it's a person. That's definitely a person standing on a branch that's a good fifteen, twenty feet off the ground.

That's dangerous, isn't it? Maybe you'd like to say something?

Or maybe you'd like to know who the hell put this tree here, and what better person to ask than the guy who's apparently enjoying the view from atop it? ]


ii. braving the trail

[ Sure, why not. He likes the woods, he can hear birds chirping, and he's trying to get a better idea of what this place is like. So Vangeance decides to brave the trail -- though he's also way too familiar with magic to take that written warning lightly.

He can be found making his way along the trail at a brisk but unhurried pace ... but notably, tree roots and vines seem to sprout and bloom around his feet. They line either sided of the path before him, leaving enough room for him to walk, but wither away after he passes, leaving behind only a few wispy leaves on the ground. A few birds land to study these vines curiously, always flitting away before long, but it must make for a rather surreal sight. Especially since Vangeance has an open book floating beside him as he walks, its pages glowing faintly. ]

a.

[ When he spots someone up ahead, he calls out pre-emptively, before his footsteps can startle them into turning around, ]

Don't look back. [ His tone of voice is calm and mildly amicable. ] Please don't be alarmed, I'm just another person on the trail. I'm going to approach you.

[ And he does, trotting forward a few steps until he's level with this new acquaintance. ]

I apologize if I startled you.

b.

[ The moment he hears footsteps behind him, he halts. The vines around his feet seem to bristle ever so slightly, circling protectively around where he stands. Vangeance doesn't look back, keeping his eyes trained ahead as he calls out, ]

Good afternoon.

[ It's a calm greeting, and a moderately friendly one. But his voice trails off afterward as he gives a slight tilt of the head. An invitation to see what this person behind him might say.

Maybe introduce yourself? Or don't, that's also fair. ]


c.

[ Or maybe he chances upon someone who's unfortunately made the mistake of looking back and is now being held captive by Mr. Big Mask. How fortunate, for someone already being terrorized by one weird masked man to be happened upon by a second and possibly-equally-weird masked man! :^) ]

iii. it arrives.

[ So the goose has stolen someone from you, because of course it has. But as it flees -- plundered goods firmly clutched in its beak -- it doesn't run the meandering path that would be expected of a wild animal. And instead, it seems to make a beeline for ... a person?

Vangeance is standing by the street as he gazes over the landscape, trying to commit it to memory, and lets out a mildly startled 'oh' when the goose knocks into his legs. It's cleverly chosen to hide itself in the voluminous drape of his cloak. ]


Have you come back ... ?

[ He glances down at the lump of goose honking in his cloak, then looks up at the poor victim who's come chasing after the goose. To be honest, the goose probably just came to Vangeance because he fed it a snack earlier, but ... to a stranger it sure looks like he ordered the goose to steal stuff for him, doesn't it? ]

iv. wildcard

[ Please feel free to hit me up with anything else! Or hit me up at [plurk.com profile] databomb or through PMs if you'd like to plot something! ]
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FH-76854-XVY/XAVIER | Original

[personal profile] softwarelacunae 2020-10-17 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
[Super quick and dirty cliffnotes here]

1. Arrival
He was -- what was he doing? Oh yes. Pieces had sent him to retrieve an item from the storeroom, just before the door had opened. And so, the android had steps into the room, pausing when the change of light registers. Orange eyes shift over the contents of the room.

This is... a kitchen? His sensors detect a faint, musty odour that had not been there before. Diagnosis: Incorrect location. Current location: Unknown. Pale hair shifts as he turns his head, taking in the contents of the room.

What face would Pieces make, in this situation? Ah, yes. He would have a cigarette, but Xavier's lips flatten into a flat sort of frown, and it looks... weird. Like he doesn't really know what he's doing (because, well, he... doesn't. He also doesn't seem to realise that he's blocking the door out of the room, or that anyone might be needing to, y'know. Use that door to get in or out.

2. It Arrives

Automatically, Xavier has begun the effort of examining the town. Well... he had been. And then there is a small, silky-seeming white creature padding around that... absolutely catches his attention. The goose - his databases confirm that the sound of its honk is indeed a goose's - seems to be... looking? For things to do? Currently, he's followed the creature quite a ways, and it's... it's on top of a roof. Does it have a... is that a frying pan? It may be. Xavier might have even helped the goose to find it, who knows!

"... How peculiar." So here he is, standing outside a house. This six-foot, blonde haired man. Staring up at a goose as it goes about its merry, mischievous way.

3. Confession network

There are a good many things Xavier was never taught, and databases weren't always easy to come by. In six months, those things hadn't been an issue. He's not fit for human consumption, so Pieces said - though he's set up to learn. You'll find someone eventually, he'd said.

That's not important, though. What is important is this chirping, beeping item in Xavier's hand, which he's staring at very intently as if that will unlock the secret to how it works. He can see the message lighting up the screen, but... what does it mean? What does he do with it? Turning it about produces no connection code, and scans indicate no malfunctioning internal machinery or personal interface...

It doesn't bother him to hear the beeping, but it's probably Real Annoying to those around him. Please send help.

4. Wildcard
[Feel free to HMU at [plurk.com profile] audiophilic or discord at Ceti#8084, or just throw me a curveball if you wanna. Baby's still a pretty new AI, so he's not real good at... well, anything, but he tries! Also reply in your preferred style, I'll match.]
Edited (Forgets a whole-ass option ok) 2020-10-17 05:21 (UTC)
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Sabriel | Old Kingdom Chronicles

[personal profile] bindsthedead 2020-10-17 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
Arrival

[Sabriel stumbles through a door- then blinks. There's no stairwell in front of her. Instead there's... the inside of something that looks rather like an ordinary Ancelstierrian home, complete with electrical lights. Sabriel, clad in Old Kingdom attire, blinks in confusion. Especially when she turns around and finds a very different door than the one to the reservoir- one that opens onto... a town? The fog is unsettling, but lacks the reek of Free magic.]

Touchstone? Mogget?

[Neither of them are here. But Sabriel can hear noise, deeper in the house, so she draws her sword, holding it in a guard position as she inches forward, her free hand already sketching Charter marks that hover around her, shining in the air.]

Who's there? [It's the first of many questions she'd like to ask.]

Currently residing

[Dead. Dead who, bizarrely, have maintained their living appearance and personality- and don't seem to have noticed the town's living residents at all. Sabriel watches them carefully for a few minutes, before speaking with them, her voice as sonorous and commanding as she can make it.]

Why are you lingering in Life? Why haven't you passed on?

[The answer she gets makes her frown, puzzled. Freshly Dead spirits could sometimes be confused, or in denial of their own deaths... but these do not seem freshly dead. Sabriel turns, almost bumping into one of the town's living residents. And her next words are said in a far more natural voice- one tense and serious, but clearly young.]

They're Dead. [Sabrie's somehow pronouncing the capital D, and her tone is one of deep concern as she watches them as a mongoose might watch a snake.] They're not hostile. [But there's an unspoken yet at the end, as Sabriel unconsciously curls her fingers around the handle of one of the bells in her bandolier.]

It arrives

[How is a story that Sabriel doesn't want to tell, but the goose has gotten a hold of her bandolier and is dragging it along the street, running as fast as its webbed feet can carry it.

Sabriel is chasing after it furiously shouting and not paying attention to much else.]


No, stop! Give that back!

[Sabriel hastily sketches out a spell of immobility- and launches it at the goose. Hopefully no one was standing too close to it, or they might get hit by in instead, and find themselves frozen in place, unable to move.]
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3.

[personal profile] selforphaned 2020-10-17 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ well, russell is somewhat really annoyed by the constant beeping, but he doesn't really have the courage to say anything.

but maybe xavier will get the hint from the boy that keeps staring at him intently and then turning away. ]
bindsthedead: (Art-Notice; Almost a smile)

[personal profile] bindsthedead 2020-10-17 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you! Another question- is the masked figure something only the paralyzed person can see, or is it something their rescuers will need to fight off?
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3.

[personal profile] selforphaned 2020-10-17 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ in all honesty, russell didn't know how to feel when the goose went and stole his knife.

sure, it wasn't his knife in the first place and he had just taken it from the place he had arrived at, but it was still his by now, right? finders keepers?

but he is quite shocked to see that the goose is under someone's coat. now he's not sure whether to approach...

so he's just hovering there. staring at the goose. ]
softwarelacunae: (♪I can't recall how it all began)

[personal profile] softwarelacunae 2020-10-17 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
[That's.... uh.

Well.

That's a no... for a bit. Russel will have to endure it for an unconscionably long time, if he's not willing to say anything. What are manners?

Finally, though, he tilts his head at Russel.]


... I am sorry, sir. Is this an inconvenience? I am uncertain how to assist.

[He's... really not very good at speaking like a human. Sometimes, he can get Pieces' inflection down right, but the man is so often muttering to himself that the amount of information Xavier's been able to gather is very low. What it results in is just this... calm, stilted intonation of words, largely devoid of emotion.]
Edited 2020-10-17 05:33 (UTC)
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[personal profile] sealeted 2020-10-17 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
“...do you need any help with that?”

She had been quiet for a long, long moment, as much to allow him to puzzle it out on his own as it is a gesture of tact. But there’s something else niggling at Hakuno, something she can’t quite put into words. His face, she can tell, is fairly perfect in terms of bone structure, but slightly uncanny symmetry could have any number of reasons behind it, natural, magical, or otherwise.

He reminds her of someone, but she can’t put her finger on just who that is, right now.
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[personal profile] selforphaned 2020-10-17 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
...I'm fourteen.

[ being called sir at this age? god, the experiments really must be making him look old. well, he was tried as an adult, wasn't he?

but hey, at least russell's voice sounds almost equally emotionless. quiet, even, like he just doesn't really want to be here. ]


Um... your, uh...phone. [ he points at the thing in the other's hand. ] It's...it's ringing.
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B

[personal profile] bindsthedead 2020-10-17 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
[The masked figure is abruptly blocked by another shape, as a tall (more than a foot taller than him), pale woman looms over him, calloused, pale hands grabbing his shoulders and shaking him a little.]

What are you doing? You need to head back! [Her tone isn't unkind, but deeply concerned. She looks over him carefully.] Are you hurt? [She can't see any injuries, but it never hurts to ask.]
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[personal profile] softwarelacunae 2020-10-17 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
"Ah...? Oh."

Xavier's gaze shifts away from the phone, coming to rest on Hakuno. There's definitely something slightly off about him, and the way he moves is smooth and precise, smile not quite... correct. He manages to avoid "creepy as hell" by about five degrees.

"I am sorry, miss. If you could assist me, I would be appreciative. I have not encountered an object like this before." He even almost(!!!!) manages sheepishness. Almost.
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[personal profile] selforphaned 2020-10-17 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ aaah...to think that he'd be rescued.

the fact that the lady blocks his line of sight with the figure is good enough. the kindness in her voice...it's scathing, like boiled water running down his back and reminding him of what he doesn't deserve, what he can never have.

and even with that thing gone, the fear is still gripping him tightly. he's scared, he's scared, he's so scared-- ]


I-I'm fine. [ and by that he means uninjured. he looks as pale as a corpse, still rigid in her grip. ] I-I'm fine...I'm sorry.
softwarelacunae: (♪Lost in a world created by man)

[personal profile] softwarelacunae 2020-10-17 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
[Orange eyes shift from the phone to Russel, back to the phone. What... is the significance of... the statement of age?

... Or is his name 'Fourteen'? That would be strange, Xavier decides, but... not impossible.]


Oh. I am... sorry? I do not know anyone's designations or ages.

[And so, he settles on that as a middle-ground. The intonation of Russel's voice... also means practically nothing. Oops. Perfectly manicured nails shift the phone once more, screen facing upward.]

I am sorry. [Boy, the apologies are strong with this one.] I am unsure how one is to turn off the ringing. I have not received data on how to use this machine.
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[personal profile] sealeted 2020-10-17 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
Rani. He feels like Rani.

The realization sinks into her like a knife and a blow, stinging with residual loss, but it takes half a second for the recognition to crystallize after his attention shifts to her. Hakuno’s own expression stays smooth, however, and she steps up to his side, reaching to gently tap at the appropriate parts of the device. Her motions are a little slow but decisive, to serve as a proper model.

“Don’t worry,” she says quietly, smiling faintly and far more naturally back up at him. “People from all walks of life and all different worlds wnd up here. It’s easy enough to learn, once you know what you’re looking at. First things first, let’s deal with that notification...”
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[personal profile] laeradr 2020-10-17 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ A child? Vangeance gives him a curious glance. He doesn’t seem so young that he’d be mindlessly chasing after a wild goose. But with the way he’s just hovering there awkwardly ... ]

Hello. [ He tries his best to sound cheerful and friendly, but the best he can manage is ‘politely pleasant.’ ] Was there something I could help you with?

[ The goose, meanwhile, is still honking from the drape of his cloak, and he kneels down to shush it. Which is when he realizes it’s holding a knife in its beak.

There’s a brief pause before he looks to Russel once more; when he speaks, his voice is still calm and gentle. ]


... were you looking for this?
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[personal profile] selforphaned 2020-10-17 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
Um...

[ should he tell him? is it worth telling him?

this guy talks weird. what does he mean by designations? it's like he came straight out of a game, or something.

so he'll focus on the phone instead. ]


It's a cellphone. [ it's not like russell had much experience with them either. his parents never bothered to give him one and prison definitely didn't have one. but he remembers some of his classmates with them, so he has a slight idea on how to use it. ]

I think that...they're sending you messages. [ he looks away. ] Maybe you...should look at them?
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[personal profile] bindsthedead 2020-10-17 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
It's all right. [Sabriel's tone is even and soothing, like how she'd speak to younger students who had a nightmare, back when she was a prefect.] If you're willing to talk about it, do you want to tell me what happened while we walk back? [He'd seemed... frozen by some kind of force, and clearly terrified. Sabriel glances around, her fingers brushing against her sword's hilt.]

It's probably best if you don't go alone.

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