♪ Our house ♪ in middle of this tree ♪ our house

[npcsofmana]

Who: Everyone
What: The first morning of an adventure begins.
Where: Home
When: Day 1
Other: Be courteous and warn for any of the usuals in your thread subject title if it gets to that point.




You wake up to a serene and idyllic morning.

Outside, a pleasant glow from the sun fills the room including the small crannies in which the beds are tucked. All windows have been latched close, but it's easy to see a gentle breeze ruffling the leaves of branches which loom overhead. Faintly, bird song can be heard from outside. In this place, it'd be a simple matter to close your eyes again and drift back to sleep.

There's simply one problem: this is not where you last went to sleep.

Waking up properly will display not only how the picturesque and cozy little room stands out in stark contrast to where you should be, but that you are sharing this space with someone else. Depending on things, they might be very mundane or very... unusual. Either way, they seem just as bewildered as you are. The good news is that at least all the things you immediately had on you at the time are right nearby the foot of your bed along with what seems like a small gift- a small pouch of some sort of coin. (500 Lucre, although that might not be immediately realized anytime soon.)

Exploring the rest of the house shows it to be otherwise quite empty, except for some writing utensils and paper in what appears to be the study along with basic kitchen tools in, well, the kitchen. There's no food, however, and no decoration. Venturing outside onto the grounds reveals an expansive but not particularly well tended estate including another building that is fairly run down. Attempting to venture down the path from the front door out into the world reveals... well. Nothing. It's a fruitless endeavor.

However, not for long.

Hajime Iwaizumi will be the one to find what appear to be a few discarded children's toy blocks. The Colorblocks immediately seem off in some way, strange even as they should seem inconspicuous. Something about them will compel him to pick them up. The nature of this apparent toy will not be obvious until he ventures near the edge of Home himself. A sound, almost like distant bellchimes, will start to emit from the Colorblocks.

When exposed to the air, suddenly they emit a glow and shoot off into the sky with all the brilliance of a falling star. Its trail is both noticeable and easy to follow, curving an arc through the sky until it falls some distance away... and its impact bursts an aurora of colors through the distant and dimmer sky, encircling the site. As the whirlwind of color fades, what appears to be a town can be just made out...

That is the town of Domina.


Some OOC notes:
➸ Prior to the activation of the Colorblocks, the only books which will be filled out in the Study will be "Artifacts" and "Visitors".
➸ After Domina has been unlocked and some characters have explored the town, "People" and "Locations" will be filled out in the Study as well.
➸ To see who your character is initially rooming with, check the Home page. These rooming assignments are not permanent or mandatory by any means, and characters can change them whenever. Officially letting me know will be present and explained in the next mod post coming in a week's time, but for now we can play it relaxed and loose. Just don't burn down the tree in the meantime.

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NPC Interaction

[npcsofmana]

[In many ways, Domina's aesthetic fits that of Home very well. Buildings of sturdy wood and roofs of hay fill the gently rolling hills. There's a bustling little open air marketplace not far from the inn and tavern, and some areas near to the more domestic part of town have been converted into small gardens and farmland. At the highest point of town, a church watches over everything. All in all, nothing too unexpected.]

[It's the towns inhabitants that might make some pause. Some, like the resident shop owner Mark, are mostly human save for those very bug-like characteristics. Others are completely animalistic, fat rabbits or fluffy birds the size of a person wearing clothes and chatting away normally. And that's not even talking about the absentminded sproutlings...]

[If anyone is looking to talk to some of the locals- none who seem perturbed or realize anything strange has happened- then some of the most obvious places to check out would be the innkeeper, the general store owner or his family, or the local church's reverend. Of course... Just attempting to talk to some random person off the street is fine too.]

[Note what kind of NPC you wish to speak with in the subject line.]

The Reverend, please

[suspiciousbff]

{Hana has never trusted churches, not after witnessing the hypocrisy in the Catholic mafia members day in and day out. Still, when she finds the Church on the road, she heads towards it. Even if it couldn't be trusted churches were gathering places, and if she was lucky they'd be considered neutral ground, too.}

[thebiggestguy]

In his room.

[This isn't his inn room.]

[Nevertheless, Dread rises with slow deliberation, slapping the sleep from his eyes and then spreading his arms wide to stretch out the kinks. A guy his size didn't move quickly or injudiciously unless he had to, and he saw no immediate danger to him here.]

[As he lets his arms drop, one goes to the book that hung from his belt. He draws it free in a smooth motion, flipped it open, and with a quill he flicks free of the spine, he starts to write the equations for conjuring Titan-Egi.]

[Nothing happens. No flow of aether, no sense of power shifting through him, no light or sound as his magic takes effect in the real world. Dread stops, looks over the scratches he'd set down in the tome, then begins to write again.]

[Nothing.]

[Okay, now he's worried.]

Outside.

[Seven and a half feet tall and with a scowl on his face the size of Ifrit, Dread doesn't exactly present a welcoming sight as he stalks about the grounds. Someone around here has to know something, and he's determined to find out who that is and what they know. Of course, in Eorzea, most people are more used to the size and heft of Roegadyn, so he doesn't quite realize that striding towards someone looking like he's about to punch out a demigod or two for answers is more nerve-wracking here than it is there...]

Outside

[sweetnessandfight]

It's a familiar voice that sounds from behind him, pleased. Although there's a definite hint of relief in her tone, as well...

Well, hello, handsome. Aren't you a sight for sore eyes?

[sweetnessandfight]

[The best part of waking up...] (For the Judge)

[Usually, it'd be the who. But today, when Sara's fingers fall to her chest in one of her normal waking gestures, it's soft fur that greets them. Not soft skin--be it her own, or that of her husband.

That has her opening her eyes, the liminal rings that outline her irises gleaming slightly in the dim room. The presence on her chest resolves itself into a proper loaf shape, typical of its kind.

Oh. A cat. While that sort of thing is not precisely normal, it isn't entirely abnormal, either, and so for the moment, she retains her calm.]

Hello. What are you doing here?

[She doesn't really expect an answer...]


[Around the tree] (OTA!)

[Having composed herself somewhat, Sara decided to do what she usually did upon arriving somewhere unfamiliar--familiarizing herself. So she can be found puttering about, outside the tree or within it. She doesn't poke her nose in what are clearly other people's rooms, but pretty much anything else is fair game. The Au Ra doesn't look particularly threatening, despite her inhuman appearance--her tail flicks curiously, there's a definite spring in her step, and her expression is an open and friendly one.

It seems pretty clear she won't mind being accosted...]

[chattychat]

[Well, an answer is certainly what she's going to get. A pair of large yellow eyes open to focus on her, and the peculiar structure of his mouth makes it look very easily as though he is grinning at her.]

It had been a viable potential that, in the perplexing and enigmatic state of affairs that I am experiencing, you may be an individual possessing a well of honesty and knowledge who could inform me of our situation. After all, I have already extinguished all fires of possibility within this room, leaving only you as the sole being who shares this space with me.




...Also the door is shut and that is distressing me.

[mithrarin]

Dust. Dust. Wake up, Dust.

[The speaker is not the furred, behatted swordsman lying on the bed more like a corpse than a sleeper. Instead, the voice comes in time with the pulses of flickering light in the runes on the blade that lies next to him.]

[But the Warmblood isn't dead -- any more. With a low, soft groan, Dust lurches towards consciousness, one hand going up to stroke down his face.]

[Then he sits bolt upright -- and then he's on his feet in a flurry of cape and tail, the Blade of Ahrah whirled into a reverse grip and Dust in a combat crouch, light on his feet and ready to move.] Ahrah, Fidget -- what's going on?

[Only silence meets his question. In some surprise, Dust turns slightly to check over his shoulder, and finds nothing.]

Fidget is not here, Dust. And I do not know where here is.

[Dust doesn't doubt Ahrah, but he can't help but take a look around from beneath his hat. Then his grip tightens on the blade's hilt, even as he relaxes from his ready stance.]

Then we have to find her. And find out.

[If you're in his room, you just saw all of that. If you're outside, you might just well have heard.]

[Or you might catch him outside, staring at the nothingness that is past the road -- or something like that, since his eyes as a rule simply aren't visible.]

This... is impossible.

outside

[kokuyoyo]

...Then explain it.

[Chikusa isn't normally a talker. However, him and Ken are away from Mukuro-sama, and he needs to find the quickest way for them to get back to him. He's willing to entertain conversation if it means getting answers for this goal. Dust will find him not too far away, something in his slouched frame inherently wary.]

[deadlycynical]

At the front door:

[ Maybe you didn't notice it before but there's a tiny... creature that hasn't moved for the past half hour or so. He's been standing by the door with a ream of papers and a pencil in hand. It's clear he's busy writing with how he looks up every now and then and scribbles something down. If you would chance to look over his shoulder, you'll find whatever he's writing to be intelligible but it looks to be a tally of some sort.

If you do choose to linger, or even if you don't, he may finally notice you. When he finally looks up, one ear perks up completely as he tilts his head to the side. ]

You there, ah... [ A pause, as if trying to find the right word to address you with. ] bookah. [ Sadly, that's what he chooses to go with. ]

How many of us are there apart from you and I? We can't be the only ones here.

--

Study:

[ The cactus may be slightly upset. Maybe it's because of the fact that there's someone in the study who's clearly got some complaints.

If you would follow the grumbling ('What sort of study is this?' 'Who puts empty books on shelves?!' 'This is an insult!'), you'll find this little guy pacing around. He leafs through books, grumbling at their emptiness and seemingly in search of something with more substance. Finally there's a huff as he slams the book he's holding shut before leaping up in an attempt to return it to the shelf he got it from.

Which is probably three shelves higher than what he can reach.

Help a brother out? ]

Front Door

[elementofloyalty]

What the hay are you?

[Not, uh, the most diplomatic or tactful question from the pegasus as she arches an eyebrow at the little creature from her position half a dozen feet in the air.]

[kodomotaiyou]

[Room]

Chibiterasu had been having a good nap. The light from his mother's sun had been pleasant, even in the Celestial Plane. But something was off and even in his sleep-addled mind he could glean that out. Chibiterasu's nose twitched at the foreign smells and he uncurled from his sleeping position, getting up to his feet.

"Aroo?"

Where was he? This wasn't where he fell asleep last. His head swivels a bit as he looks around before jumping off of what he had woken up on. Well, he may as well look around and try to figure out where he was in Nippon. At least, he thought it was Nippon he was still in.

[Outside]

Or not. No place in Nippon looked like this. Chibiterasu bounded this way and that, trying to see what was around the giant tree he had exited. He even tried going to explore a little of what lay beyond but he never seemed to get anywhere when he went that direction. Weird.

He slows to a walk and decides that if he couldn't see what was around outside, maybe he could find something inside. When he sees someone exit the tree though, he does stare at them for a bit. Hm... Maybe they knew something.

Outside

[elementofloyalty]

"Oh no, somepony lost a dog too..."

Rainbow dropped from flight to a trot that brought her up to Chibeterasu, where she stopped some distance away and offered him a hoof to sniff.

"Hey little guy," she said, hoping this pooch was like Equestrian dogs. "You missing your owner?"

[elementofloyalty]

[In the center of the estate, the furious exploration of a pegasus comes to an end. She's zipped about here and there at speed, looking for any sign of the girls or really anypony else. She's surveyed the tree, she's check the estate, she's looked at the outside in shock.]

[Only one thing left to do. Rainbow Dash tips her head back, inhales a deep breath, and then bellows.]

WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?!

[itsjustanaccount]

[At first, just like everything else, seeing the bright blue winged horse flying around had been surreal. The dreamlike quality of this place has smoothed out some of his sharper edges, making him glance at all the weirdness with more than a little bewilderment.]

[That all goes out the window when the horse starts yelling.]

[Even though the situation is understandable, Tsukishima still finds the distaste starting to creep in as usual. Undoing one of the windows to the outside, he leans out.]

We've been kidnapped. Obviously.

[...Well, maybe not exactly "kidnapped" but... Close enough.]

Kei Tsukishima - ota

[itsjustanaccount]

A - Kitchen

[Tsukishima is having a weird morning. Not only has he been apparently spirited away to some sort of strange tree home, but his roommate was apparently some sort of... oversized rodent? An alien? He has no idea. So he had maybe spent a moment getting his head together in the room he'd woken up in. However, well...]

[The thing about strange circumstances is that, generally speaking, your body doesn't really care. So after a few minutes of going "what the fuck", his body had reminded Kei that now was around breakfast time. So he'd gone down to the first floor to discover the kitchen. But there's a problem.]

[At the doorframe into the kitchen area, Tsukishima raps his knuckles against wood.]

For anyone else who cares, there's no food stored in the kitchen.

B - Domina

[The second that distant town comes into sight, he only waits for someone else to go first (you know, in case there's a monster waiting to eat whatever sucker takes off) before immediately leaving himself. Domina itself isn't weird beyond the situation itself being so, but the townspeople are more than enough to make him stop and stare now and then. The whole thing feels like a weird dream.]

[Eventually, he finds the perfect place to just... sit and watch everything go by. Anyone coming into Domina first thing can find him at one of the tables set outside the inn leaning back and picking at what is probably chicken. Feel free to bother him, either with conversation or joining uninvited.]

A

[thebiggestguy]

Then we'll need to find some.

[Simple enough logic, but definitely troubling. Dread folds his arms as he considers the ramifications of the Hyur's statement. Why would they all appear here without preparation?]

There's more to explore.

The Judge - ota

[chattychat]

A - Around Home

[The Judge is a very easy figure to spot: a pale white thing with only the barest hint of white fuzz that's happily exploring every nook and cranny of this interesting bit of tree architecture everyone has found themselves in. Whether you're seeing him delicately sniff the space beneath a dresser and waggling his rear as he prepares to leap onto a chair, feel free to investigate him as much as he's investigating the surroundings.]

[Or maybe you're one of the lucky ones who's going to have a cat curling around your feet as you try to walk.]

B - Outside

[Just exited the front door? Good news: there's a cat waiting right for you the second you step outside.]

[And he's talking.]

Salutations, my fellow compatriot in this strange displacement of our physical selves and bewildered minds. May I divert you from your current goal with an invitation to sate our curiosity with a minor investigation of these foreign grounds?

[Translation: hey wanna check shit out]

B

[elementofloyalty]

...you're a talking cat.

[Says the talking pony.]

Hisame Narukami l God Eater Burst | OTA

[devoursgods]

[Room]

"Hisame! Hisame!"

"Dolt! Don't wake him up by screaming in his ear!"

Hisame groaned and cracked his eyes open to see what it was that were making so much noise (apologies to his roommate in advance). But he starts when he sees what they were. Two giant round, plush-looking things, one with a tail and a metal helmet were on top of him.

"Wha--" Pause. "Wait, Tatara? Mao?"

"You're awake! Yay! Hisame, this place is weird."

This place? Hisame blinks in confusion and he looks around. This wasn't his room in HospiTown, it didn't even look like a room from the hospital.

"Where are we? Do you two know anything?" Hisame asks his Digimon to which they both shake their heads to signal they did not know anything.

[Outside]

If there had been any hope of maybe this being some other place in the Digital World that Hisame hadn't been to during his stay there then it was gone now. Tatara and Mao, who had been reduced to their In-Training levels of Kapurimon (Tatara) and Pagumon (Mao), hopped behind him as he tried to find anything that could shed light on where they were.

Feel free to stare at the teenager dressed in something that looks like a military uniform being followed by two over-sized mochi.

Outside

[kokuyoyo]

As Hisame is exploring the grounds outside of the tree, he'll soon find himself coming around the path to where the corral lays. Chikusa himself is already there, the crispness of his military-style school uniform a little rumpled having been what he woke up in. He pauses in his opening of the corral building door as he hears Hisame coming, and a pair of pale eyes focus directly on him. It doesn't show on his face, but there's a sense of wariness radiating form him.

Chikusa Kakimoto - ota

[kokuyoyo]

A - For Sugawara

[Good morning, Sugawara. You're going to be waking up to some nerd staring down at you holding a pillow in his hand. Don't question why he's holding a pillow. It was totally for innocent reasons. Really.]

[His words come out slow and careful.]

Where are we?

B - Outside, near the run down building

[His unexpected roommate knows as little as Chikusa does, and he's found Ken again literally in the next room over. Neither Mukuro or Dokuro are around. This is essentially all Chikusa needs to know and he makes it outside in fairly quick time.]

[It's not hard to find him again. He's behind the tree, inspecting the small hill that's there. In particular, he's investigating the collapsed entrance that leads into it with tentative pushes of his hand against the rubble.]

[of_her_own_accord]

It's futile for the time being. The collapse is all but complete.

[There's what looks to be a teenage girl, kind of librarian-ish, standing on TOP of the abandoned building. She hops down as if it were nothing.]

Perhaps with a little effort, we could make it useable. Not quite yet, though.

i-pin § ota

[controlledfajing]

[ For Leonard Snart ]

[ Waking up with the sun was a typical morning for I-pin. Waking up in a room that wasn't hers was unusual, but not unheard of. Now, waking up with a complete stranger on the other side of the room, that was weird.

I-pin squinted her eyes, trying to at least get a clear visual on the person. With little success, she decided the best action would be to leave the man (at least, his blurred figure looked like a man's) sleeping and for her to slink away. It was a good plan.

Until the floorboards creaked loudly underneath her feet. ]

Uhh, good morning...?

[ Outside ]

[ Though the house was quaint, adorable, and loads better than her dinky apartment, I-pin preferred the breeze and warm sun. There were tons of people in the tree-cottage-home, which was somewhat comforting. Kind of. Not really, since no one had any idea where they were.

The acres were welcoming, at least. I-pin followed the dirt path down a steep hill, deciding the best way to know about the place was to explore it. The road seemed to be used often. But, once she came to the clearing, there was little to nothing of interest. She crossed her arms, and tilted her head. ]

Hmm, weird.

Outside

[vowlyball]

[Doing a morning run and exploring seemed like a good way to get two birds with one stone, and there was something soothing about following a routine even though everything had been upended.

He had stopped by the clearing to take a moment to stretch and admire the view, canting his head to the side when he heard someone else come along.]

What's weird?

[floatlikeabutterfly]

[a. Wake me up before you leave, I've got an interview today]

[There are definite upsides to having Yamaguchi as your roommate. He's quiet, unassuming, everything he always was... and he doesn't really snore.

He drools, as evidenced by his pillow and by the state of his face as he sleeps, if Iwaizumi is awake to see it, but at least they don't share a bed....

When he does finally wake, it's a drawn out affair. He yawns and stretches, rubs his eyes and blinks at the plain wooden ceiling just above his head, where it extends out into a much larger room.

.... ........ wait a second--]

Where--

[Groggy alarm colours his voice as Yamaguchi sits up fast enough to nearly knock his head on something, dark eyes wide as he looks around. This... this definitely isn't his room. Not even close. What the heck?!?]

[b. And I would walk 500 miles--]

[After his initial shock, Yamaguchi gets himself up and starts to look around. The library, naturally, catches his eye - and makes him think of Tsukki. This early on, he hasn't had a chance to see his best friend, and isn't even sure he's here, in fact.

At other times, he can be found wandering the area, wide-eyed with wonder. It's all so... so green! He doesn't think he's seen this much nature in any one place outside of a preserve.

And of course, he'll spend a long time squinting at the hill of a building, frowning at it. How did a tree grow like that, just enough to cover the place? Weird.

Then... then there's the ranch. Its cat-shaped gate hardly misses Yamaguchi's eye, and he can't help but smile as he looks up at it. It's really cute, okay?!?]

b

[itsjustanaccount]

So you're here too, huh?

[Not that Tsukishima is exactly complaining here as he walks up to his best friend, relieved to see a familiar face. He thought he was going to be stuck with a bunch of weird strangers... and Bokuto.]

[Honestly he'd take the talking pony over Bokuto, he won't lie.]

[Stopping near Yamaguchi, he rubs the back of his neck and frowns.]

What's the last thing you remember?

[of_her_own_accord]

A. ...Awakening?

[Androids don't sleep.

Or, rather, they do not experience REM/deep sleep like humans. However, they occasionally shut down for diagnostic purposes. In those moments, they may experience something akin to a dream -- memories of old times, strange images based on randomly generated data. Androids like these moments. They make them feel closer to humans.

Androids shut down. Occasionally they are transported elsewhere during this time. This is nothing unusual.

What is unusual is reactivating in a lying down position, and not on a diagnostic table. She blinks and sits up, readjusting her glasses (plain glass; they're part of an aesthetic rather than serving a function) before taking in her surroundings with a rapid set of calculations most humans cannot compete with.

This is not where she was assigned. This is not where she was made. This is... something else.

She frowns, her arms crossed. Transportation of lifeforms and objects across dimensional and multidimensional boundaries, of course, were recorded phenomenon. Accords on some particularly odd timelines had observed the phenomena themselves, whether it happen to them or... others. This Accord had to admit she had not expected the possibility that the same could happen to HER.

...Well, nothing for it. She is a recorder. Her job is to record what occurs. This simply means she is starting a blank book. Surprisingly little phases androids.]

B. Study

Hmm...

[There are more than a few books in here. But curiously, despite being thick, a number of them have more blank space than useful information. The artifacts book, in particular, proves disappointing. No weapons or armor with fascinatingly lurid stories! Just a set of blocks. So far, she finds herself musing; with faint traces of magic in these books, she has no doubt that the blank pages are a temporary state of affairs. And if not? Well, that's what she's there for, isn't she?

The book of Visitors catches her attention. She peruses it, mulling the different names, stopping only on her own. Ah... well, it provides no more information than necessary. That's fine with her.]

It seems the history of this world has yet to be recorded. This... might be fun.

C. PRIVATE

Recording.

My mission seems to have been unintentionally altered. This morning, I found myself in a new world, one which seems curiously incomplete. What is the source of this curious phenomena, which prevents us from straying too far from our starting point? I cannot say for certain, but it bears further investigation.

What I do know is this: This world is known as Fa'Diel. It seems to have drawn people from many different worlds and timelines to its location for reasons I have yet to discern. Furthermore, it appears to be quite detached from my own world system, as efforts to communicate with the Recorders have failed. With so much mystery surrounding this place, I have taken it upon myself to fulfill my duty and record the events around me as they occur. Perhaps in time, we will be able to understand it better -- and establish whether anything within this world contains a threat to others.

A

[zephyrdreamer]

[She's not alone in the room. There's a kid in his younger teens who's just waking up...]

Mmgh... Where...? [Tenma immediately sits up, looking around and rubbing his eyes.] This-- this isn't-- Where is this?

The Outsider // OTA

[v_id]

His Room

The Outsider wakes up. He has not slept or ate in four millenia, and yet he cannot recall how he got here. There is no Void. He closes his eyes, breathes deep, smelling not salt and smoke, not death and decay, or even the shining metals of the future he watched, but plants, living things rarer and precious to the cities polluted with their rat-like people. It has been a long time since his interested was captured by anything but the ever changing sea or his Marks.

He opens his eyes again and sits up. There is a bed solidly beneath him, and human trappings--foreign to any empire he's witnessed. Everything is too bright, like the South rather than Dunwall, but still there's something different about the light here. He can't feel misery. He can't feel the downtrodden and forgotten, the whales, or a single shrine to him.

He feels smaller somehow, solid and compacted without the vastness of the Void surrounding him, flowing through him. He does not fear. There is no point. Besides this is the most interesting thing to happen in long time.


The Outsider stands, feet firmly planted on the floor and wills himself to remember how humans walk.

House or Grounds

There is an older teenager wandering slowly through the house and outside, touching everything. His black eyes aren't pigmented black. They are the deepest darkness. They are the sinking unknown under your bed, space untouched by stars, the unfathomable Void. His skin is sallow stretched over his bones like a clothed skeleton, and there is a small smile playing around his lips.

If you find him outside he's sticking to the shade provided by the tree squinting at the healthy plant life and generally looking like the sunlight might kill him.

{ooc: Feel free to respond in action format with brackets if you want! I'll match the comment!}

Room: How does one walk again?

[orbislife]

The first thing Zenyatta notices is not the scenery or the sounds but the discord that seizes his spirit. He cannot feel the Omnic energy flowing through him as normal. The Iris feels far away, though he knows It cannot disappear. He forces the building panic to another part of his mind. He will reflect upon the matter later once he has a better grasp of the situation.

The Orbs of Destruction that do not roll off his body as he sits up remain on the bed. All nine are there. That is a small comfort.

"Greetings," Zenyatta says to the other in the room and gives a small wave of his hand. His voice is deep with a robotic tinge. "Do you know where this is?"

Because he sure does not.

[aghostinthemachine]

[For Jamie]

[Mettaton slowly rouses from his sleep, eyes fluttering open as he notices the room is far brighter than it usually is. He lets out a fake yawn, although it ends short as he realizes... this is not his room. He quickly sits up and looks around, taking in his surroundings, eventually his eyes fall on...]

A... a human?!

[The robot holds a hand up to his mouth and gasps loudly. Was he kidnapped? Surely no human would come down to the Underground now that the barrier was destroyed. Besides, he hasn't even made his Surface Tour debut yet..! So how could anyone have known?

...

But this is a human. He's always wanted to meet one! Yes, they may be his captor but he isn't too concerned. Not all humans are as strong as Frisk. As long as he's cautious, he should be okay. So Mettaton remains on his bed for now, legs tucked to one side. He appears calm and collected now, even offering a small smile.

One must keep up appearances, after all. ]

I don't suppose you know why I'm here, do you?


[Outside]

[Once everything has been settled, the glambot can be found right outside the house, enjoying the warmth of the sun for the first time.

It's quite the experience. One he wishes he could share with his cousin. Maybe someday. He'll have to send them a letter...]

Outside

[chattychat]

[Mettaton isn't the only one enjoying the sweet sunshine. Up to his side, a pale near furless cat comes up and gives a long stretch with his tiny paws flexing. A rumble of a purr comes from the tiny frame.]

Leonard Snart

[coldlenny]

[For I-Pin]

Len had expected to die.

He would never admit it in a million years, but in those last few seconds he closed his eyes and braced himself. Of course, it had gotten really bright when the explosion was gearing up to happen, and that justified it, and no one had seen. So really, it was like it didn't matter.

But he hadn't expected to live past that moment of weakness anyway. He certainly hadn't expected to wake up on a bed in a nook in a room that was definitely not the medical bay on the Waverider or even his room on the ship.

He tensed, then swung his feet off the bed and stood up, looking around with piercing blue eyes and doing a quick internal check. Still alive. Yep. No sign of his cold gun or his ring - Mick had both, then, and wasn't here to return them to him.

The question was, where the fuck was this? Because it didn't look like Time Master decor, either.

[Around Home]

They were in a fucking tree.

Len can be found pretty much anywhere. His modus operandi generally is to find out pretty much everything about a place, just in case he needs to either a) use it, or b) break out. So that included exploring every little nook and cranny in the place that he can access, and trying to get anywhere he can't, even if it involves a little breaking and entering.

[chattychat]

Len is by far not the only curious individual in the tree. That much is probably obvious at this point, considering the gaggle of other bewildered individuals wandering around and interrogating each other. However, what Len might not expect is the hairless cat that soon starts to follow him.

What can the Judge say? It's much more useful for someone to use their fingers to open things that a cat is simply unable to.

So have fun with this little creature shoving his head into drawers and other things you're opening, just as intrigued to find anything as you.

Kuroo Tetsurou

[nekohohoho]

A) Kuroo & Spanner's Room

[Kuroo wakes up. This is a surprise, because he doesn't remember having been asleep. One minute he'd been walking home from practice with Kenma, chatting, leaning over his shoulder to idly spectate the game he was playing. Then he'd glanced up to look down the street, make sure they weren't going to walk into anyone or anything, and...then, suddenly, he's opening his eyes from sleeping in a bed he's never seen before.

That's kind of concerning.

Kuroo sits up, surveying his surroundings with baffled curiosity. He doesn't recognize anything except the clothes he's wearing and the duffel bag he'd been carrying sitting on the floor near the bed. He definitely doesn't recognize the guy in the other bed. On the one hand, kidnapping seems to be the only rational explanation...but on the other, it just doesn't hold water. This place seems way too cozy for a kidnapping. Plus nobody's really watching him; if his kidnapper's the guy from the other bed, then this is the most relaxed abduction ever.

Whatever's going on here, he has no damn idea what it is. But it doesn't seem particularly threatening, so he's not exactly upset. Not yet, anyway. He's actually kind of intrigued.]

So, uh...who are you, and where is this? [Not the most original conversation starter, but those seem to be the important facts to establish first.]


B) Outside

[Kuroo's prowling the grounds with interest, for all the world like a cat exploring new territory. Whatever's going on, and wherever they are, he figures being familiar with this place can't hurt. Besides, on top of being the only thing he can think of to do that's definitely productive under the circumstances, the place is actually really pretty. Almost idyllic, and relaxing to boot. It feels like the kind of place sick people get sent for their health.

If he catches your eye, you'll be offered a lazy grin.]

B

[chattychat]

[Like a cat, huh? Well, there's an actual cat lounging on the wooden fence to the corral as Kuroo starts to venture that way. His ears flick and perk up at the sound of footsteps, and he looks up curiously at the teenager.]

Ken Joshima

[junkyarddog]

A) Ken & August's Room

Ken wakes up with a jerk. He's always been energetic, as if in direct contrast to Chikusa's latent desire to only exist on brief moments of alternate Wednesdays, so he tends to go from 'dead asleep' to '110% awake' in the amount of time his body takes to sit itself upright. Which it tends to, almost before his eyes open.

Today, though, there might be something more behind that snapping to full alert. It might be that he instinctively sensed that something was very thoroughly different, if not wrong.

He's not in Kokuyo Land. That's alarming observation number one. Number two is that there's no sign of Chikusa or Chrome. Those are really the only immediate concerns, and not terribly pressing ones by the Kokuyo gang's standards...but never let it be said that Ken's a person of restrained, thoughtful reactions.

He leaps out of bed in a heartbeat, has snapped in the cartridge for his Wolf Channel over his teeth in two, and is a fanged and clawed ball of threatening rage in the direction of the other person in the room in three.] What the hell's going on?! Tell me and I might only tear you apart a little, byon.

[Don't mind the 'byon' thing. It's a little quirk of speech he has. It even seems to have followed him outside the Japanese language. The threats are entirely genuine, however. Chikusa needs to come put a leash on his dog.]


B) Outside

[Having gotten no answers and even less satisfaction, Ken is slouching around outside. He's probably found Chikusa by now, but you have the misfortune of catching him by himself. At least for the moment he only looks sullen, and not prone to immediate open violence. But tread carefully, as Ken is always open to the idea.]

This place is stupid. I bet it's not even real, byon. [He's grumbling to himself, completely unconcerned with the idea of anyone hearing him.]

A

[kokuyoyo]

Was he called?

Well. Technically Chikusa wasn't. However, hearing Ken's voice only right next door is the kind of thing he can't possibly ignore. This kind of situation seems like the kind where they're both clearly in over their heads, and that means the best choice is to stick together again. Assuming it's the real Ken, anyway.

...He's pretty sure it's the real Ken. Fakes can't quite mimic that annoying yell so well.

Ken can likely hear the shuffle of Chikusa's unhurried feet long before the door to the room opens and the slouching kappa in question is standing there. His gaze flicks to his partner.

"...The person in my room didn't know anything." Note that it's not exactly discouraging Ken from making a grown man's life hell... But oh well. It's not like Chikusa is anyone's sense of morals, not even his own.

Zenyatta, the friendly Omnic (robot) monk

[orbislife]

3rd Floor and Stairs

[ After meeting his roommate in Room 4, Zenyatta exits to the 3rd Floor with one careful step after the other. He is remembering how to walk, and his coordination (and confidence in the action) has yet to return. Normally, he hovers, and it has been years since he had the ability to actually walk. The basic commands and processes had been tucked away and nearly forgotten. Now, he walks like an old fashioned robot, jerky, unnatural movements with too much thought behind each one. His systems need to recalibrate. But he walks. Somehow he had been repaired!

Zenyatta will not hesitate to greet anyone he comes across. (Though he is also looking to see if anyone he knows is around.) The idea of tackling the issue of stairs so soon worries him, however. He tumbled to the floor in his room once already. He does not want to do the same down a flight of stairs. Zenyatta eventually makes his way to the edge and looks down, a firm grip on the handrail. Worried or not, he also knows he cannot stay on this floor alone. ]

1st Floor and the Study

[ Zenyatta eventually makes it downstairs, and his movements begin to smooth out. He sighs in relief and goes to explore each of the areas. The kitchen, while important for the humans he has come across, is not so necessary for him. Nor is the communal wash area. The study is far more interesting. He looks at the spines of the books, looking for titles, and finding none, he opens a few to find them blank. Zenyatta returns the books to their rightful spots and tries another shelf. The same result. ]

How mysterious... Are all these books empty?

Outside not far from the door

[ After exploring the study, Zenyatta decides it is time to reflect on what he has discovered so far. He chooses a sun warmed spot in sight of the cottage's door and sits with his legs folded beneath him. He goes still and quiet. Anyone who comes by is welcome to join him in meditation or to ask what he is doing and why. ]

Study!

[deadlycynical]

Frustratingly so.

[ And that voice may come from a tiny thing sitting on top of a small pile of books, leafing through one. ]

I'd come in here hoping to find something on our current whereabouts but unfortunately there doesn't seem to be anything of note to indicate our geographic location, much less our temporal or spacial--

[ Then he finally looks up. ]

... You did speak, didn't you?

midori | ota!

[liniment]

1 (around Home)

[ the thing about being in the middle of a war is that one always has to be prepared, and midori is never anything but prepared. sure, waking up in some strange room that wasn't her own was not something she was expecting, but sometimes you just had to improvise a little. immediately, she reaches for her backpack and weapons, the only familiar things at the moment and takes the initiative to head outside the room.

feel free to spot a small pigtailed girl decked out in some interesting armor poking around in the kitchens and other rooms. she seems to be taking notes with the writing tools and paper she pilfered from the study, frowning in thought while she examines the fireplace. ]

Hmm... that's strange. This whole place is in a tree but it's not in danger of burning down. That's some really cool magic!

2 (Domina, general store)

[ now here's something familiar too. corrin's army visited many a small town during their campaign and midori was mostly in charge of replenishing the army's inventory of healing items and the like. it's with this in mind that she heads into the nearest store, checking out the weapons and medical supplies. ]

You know, [ she mostly mutters to herself while testing the string of a bow, giving it a critical look. ] For a magical town, you'd think they'd have things of slightly better quality.

[ this stuff is hardly worth any gold back home. but beggars can't be choosers, she guesses. she's trying hard to just accept the fact that she is here and this is happening still and look, she'd take strange but friendly animal looking people over facelesses any day. ]

3 (wildcard)

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1

[mithrarin]

It's... just good construction.

[Of all the things to be concerned about, that is one very strange one indeed. Dust can't imagine what inspired that line of thinking. Maybe this girl -- if it is a girl, if these weird furless folks are at all like Warmbloods -- has never seen a tree before or something?]

Hana Kurokawa

[suspiciousbff]

For Kenma

Hana, upon awakening in a small, weirdly western-ly rustic room, first attempts to run through the tricks to see if she's in an illusion. Nothing feels false to her, but it wasn't like she had a guardian's power levels or experience. Not to mention she couldn't even feel or access her flame to her bracelet, or knives.

Plan B: improvise weapons and save her usual ones for desperate measures.

She sweeps the room in a glance, checking the money and tucking it away on her person just in care. Whoever has brought her here has provided her with funds for some reason. Not funds she recognizes, but that means there's something to figure out, a challenge. And the door probably isn't locked. She can't spend her money in a room, can she?

Her gaze falls on the other bed, surprisingly occupied, but by a definite strange.

"Hey, kid. Are you up yet?"

The Lawyer in the Hallway or in the kitchen, with a knife

a) After an uninformative chat with her roommate, Hana goes creeping through the house. The books intrigue her, along with a handful of other things, but she forces herself to keep moving. She checks around corners, fingers hovering on the end of her skirt, ready to lift and go to her thigh sheath, but she hasn't encountered anything dangerous so far.

b) There is a woman, twenty-four-ish in age, with a growing stack of knives, from meat to butter in front of on the counter in the kitchen. She murmuring to herself.

"Hide them for emergencies, or are the dull ones worth the bother...? Maybe the kid needs one...?"

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Kitchen

[itsjustanaccount]

...What the fuck is with this entire household, he swears.

"So do you plan on stealing all the kitchenware?" he deadpans as he pokes his head into the kitchen again. Normally, he's a bit more polite to adults than the poor saps he shares an age group with, but... Today has been really weird, alright?

Thrall

[green_jesus]

Outside the Tree

Thrall has been outside since he awoke in this strange land, and the large green orc was sitting crosslegged in front of the tree, trying to commune with the Elements. Their whispers were soft, almost non-existent, but he could feel a presence in the vast wilds of this land.

Doomhammer lay at his side, but it was heavy, and without the blessing of a shaman to wield it. It was almost dead weight at this point, and Thrall listened.


Kitchen

It wasn't to say that he had gone long periods of time without food or water, but he was hungry. So in short, he had bustled into the kitchen which reminded him that the place was rather modern, even by his own standards. Iceboxes, freestanding without coolants, a full pantry. A man, or orc, could eat like a king for a while.

And yet he sat down with a loaf of bread and a hunk of cheese to begin his normal meal. People were welcome to talk to him.

Outside

[orbislife]

This is not the first time Zenyatta has seen a being with different color skin. Widowmaker's skin is a foggy blue, and bright green colors bring a certain fondness to Zenyatta. What concerns him more is the fact that the other is posed like he is in a meditative state. Zenyatta wishes to respect that by remaining quiet.

Of course, that silence is ruined by a slightly clumsy step, a dried branch snapped under his foot, and a hasty few steps backwards over crackling leaves. His own footsteps... That is something Zenyatta will need to get used to hearing. And stepping on things. He avoided much when he could hover.

"My apologies... I did not wish to disturb you."

[godziwa]

a. home

[he didn't know what compelled him to pick them up in the first place: he didn't have time to wonder about a child's toy.

which is what they were.

the hell did he need with some blocks? nothing, that's what.

but here he was, brows furrowed as he studied them further. in all honesty they gave him the creeps, but partially discarded toys often did. they made horror movies out of this stuff, didn't they? and with his current predicament he wouldn't doubt he'd be chased by some ghost kid because he picked up these stupid blocks.

...

iwaizumi couldn't really throw them away though, as much as he'd like to.]

Well. They're good projectiles I guess.

[may as well have a use for them if he was just going to take them with him while he looked around further. it'd hurt plenty to get hit by one.

probably.]

b. approaching domina

...

[w... what?

???]

...?

[when he stepped outside that was the last thing he expected to happen. it's gotta be said. it was super damn flashy and the epitome of 'magical' in every sense of the word.

it was a far better outcome than haunted children and their weird toys- even though he was pretty sure his sanity was fucked. but hey, why not roll with it? he found the blocks for a reason and he brought them outside for... that same reason.

for... this.

whatever this was.

and in every story when presented with these sort of fantastical happenings the one responsible has to explore what it is they did (or unleashed?) so... he supposed that's what he should do.]

It doesn't look sinister.

[said to no one in particular as he made up his mind.

adventure ho'.]

b.

[soldiernanny]

[Okay. Okay, Gremio has seen some shit but he has definitely not ever in his life seen a town appear out of nowhere. He might not have seen the actual happening, but he definitely saw the town just kind of pop up.

Damn you, Domina.

And the kid - it is a kid, Gremio notes with no lack of concern. He might not have found Tir, but Iwaizumi doesn't appear to be much younger than he was when... everything started.

His voice is soft and smooth when he does speak.]

... I'm not sure it'll matter, but would you like a little bit of company, if you're leaving?

[He himself is still armed with his greataxe - and a water rune that shows no response to him at all - which rests at his side, a silent sentinel. He might look like a blond-haired prettyboy with a scar on one cheek, but with that weapon he cuts a much more impressive figure, honestly.]

[soldiernanny]

[a. For Issei; A breath of fresh air]

["Waking up" isn't really an accurate term for it. The last thing - the very last thing - Gremio remembers is being eaten alive by carnivorous spores. That and his Young Master shrieking for him to open the door, to stop this madness.

He doesn't wake in the room, so much as he simply seems to arrive in it, by his consciousness. A steady stream of words fall from his lips, disjointed thoughts of regrets.]

Ah, I forgot to put the stew together, they'll all be disappointed, Young Master will--

[And then he realises he's staring down at his hands. His hands, which shouldn't be there, and which seem to have replaced the searing pain he had been forcibly ignoring, which by all rights should be there. He pauses in his mumbling, then. Clear, bright green eyes look around, wide-eyed and startled.]

... Eh??? Eh? What... happened?

[b. Kitchen; I can't find enough pots and pans]

[In the wake of his near-death experience (ha) and after realising he's awakened somewhere... else... Gremio's first thought is to look for Tir. He has to find his Young Master, to see if he's here, if he's alright...

But it occurs to him, before he does that, that he'd like to be able to apologise for what happened. So he stops by the kitchen first, taking stock of the place. You might be summoned by the incessant rustling of things in the place, as he takes things out of cabinets and off of shelves and starts just... rearranging them in a way that makes more sense. Or maybe just makes more sense to him.]

[c. outside; One day I will find you]

[Once he'd finished his work in the kitchen, he had proceeded to leave Home to explore its outer edges. For him, it provides little of interest since his hope was to find Tir... but at least it gives him a sort of orientation for the place he'll be residing. He can be found wandering somewhat aimlessly, his cloak fluttering behind him, usually lost in thought. In his mid-twenties, he's not exactly old, but he carries himself with an aged worldliness and a faint wariness.]

c

[kokuyoyo]

[In his wandering, Gremio will find one of the many small teenagers wandering around. Chikusa is coming from the small collapsed building that's in the hill behind the tree... and also just casually bleeding from one hand where he accidentally cut it a bit.]

[He doesn't seem to be paying it much mind, besides keeping it away from his clothes, and in fact seems more occupied with sending a blank glance Gremio's way to assess if he's a danger or not.]