TEST DRIVE MEME ( 026 )

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Test Drive Meme #26

Hello, and welcome to LifeAftr! We're pleased that you're expressing an interest in the game. Here, you can test the waters, gauge how your character may fare in the world of LifeAftr, and even gain some in-game incentives, if you so choose.

In conjunction with our monthly Test Drive Meme, Reserves are now open! Applications will open on August 24th!

Two important notes:

1. LifeAftr's test drives take place on the island of Mu, which exists apart from the real world and possesses a dream-like quality that characters are innately aware of from the moment they appear on its shores. No need to panic or fret. Dreams are odd things, after all - and anything can happen in them. Why would anyone question where their mind chooses to wander in its sleep?

2. Due to the nature of Mu, threads in our test drive can not only be accepted as thread samples in your application, but can be accepted as game canon as well. In fact, certain choices your character makes in Mu have the potential to bear in-game consequences, largely in the form of test drive reward items.

Under the Sea
Whilst each island of the archipelago offers a variety of landscapes to explore, nothing contains as much mystery as the ocean itself. In a world that is composed predominantly of water, there is plenty that remains out of reach of any adventure. Rather regrettably, no one truly has a story long enough to uncover it all.

At the least, there's always an opportunity to enjoy what you can. Below the waves, far down on smooth sandbars and coral reefs lit up under the warming light of the sun, silence meets the ears of those who awaken. Buoyancy appears to have no effect on you whatsoever; standing comes as easily as it would on the shoreline, and breathing is surprisingly easy, as if any water that enters your mouth and nostrils simply disperses into air by the time it hits your throat. Those who attempt to swim will find the motions come as easily as if you were floating on air. And the view, of course, is nothing short of splendid.

If you happen to have picked up a few aquatic attributes - gills, scales, fins, or even a mermaid-like fishtail in exchange for legs - that wouldn't be so out of place, would it? It's really quite extraordinary. The transformation is entirely seamless in addition to painless, and can vary quite wildly. Whether it's a shift in complexion, some new tentacle appendages, or webbed feet, you'll find that your body has...shifted to accommodate your new surroundings. Even inorganic or machine-like entities will find that their machinery is now more suited for underwater exploration. The extent of this transformation will vary, as will individual appearance - the only limit is your imagination. Better yet is the utter lack of restriction in exploring this underwater playground. Brightly colored reefs hide caves and passages leading to long lost cargo, and even sunken treasure. Is that a shipwreck in the distance? Quite possibly. While this structure's descent was surely not as comfortable as your own, these ancient ruins have long since settled, ready for searching hands and eyes to uncover their secrets.

Though attempting to speak will do nothing more than produce a series of useless bubbles, venturing forth with a companion may prove very wise. Encountering a sea creature or five is simply par for the course. Most encounters are likely to be of the more peaceful persuasion, such as schools of tropical fish and kaleidoshells...but some are less pleasant.

And hungry. Be careful where you choose to linger, adventurer. Certain predators such as tigersharks are happy to make a meal of anyone who strays into their waters, and certain caves are surely home to some very large Hydrac. Free in motion as you may be, this is their home, not yours - and they will take full advantage of the ease with which they navigate their turf.

Whiskers on Kittens
The mysteries of the sea are only reflected in the vast landscapes of the archipelago proper, where thick forests hide many creatures from searching eyes for months, or even years. To those with a greater understanding of large ecosystems, the idea of creatures unknown probably isn't at all surprising - after all, there are still so many unanswered questions in regards to the creatures you do know about.

Take the fustercluck, for example. What is a fustercluck? How did it come to be? Can it truly be classified as an animal? Is it sentient, or mindless? Can it make friends? Can it breed?

Can it breed with species completely outside of its own kingdom?

Can a fustercluck produce an unholy amalgamation of cat hair and all-consuming slime?

The answer, unfortunately, is the Myancat. It appears that one of the island's resident fusterclucks has taken a liking to the player-introduced domestic cats, and the unlikely pair is, unfortunately, very compatible. Too compatible. On the plus side, this probably answers some of the questions people may have had regarding the fustercluck's sentience and status as a classifiable animal.

Less fortunately, they've had a litter of eight.

When hungry, these rotund mounds of cat faces and mewling limbs are exceptionally fierce, exhibiting all the qualities of their larger parental unit. Nothing appears to hurt them, be it sword, flame, or magic, and much unlike your standard fusterclucks, they seem to have no issues in roaming the island of Mu in search of what they want.

Luckily, what they want isn't flesh, though they'll take their unsatisfying fill of it if need be. What they truly want comes from you, deep inside, waiting to be spilled from your lips.

What they crave, above all else, is humor.

Knock knock jokes? Delightful. Puns? Keep 'em coming. A meme or two will certainly appease even the hungriest of Myans, and with every bite of humor bestowed upon them, these bulging felines will slowly shrink down, until they take on the form of a very normal, very happy cat. So put on your clown shoes and step on as many rakes as you can find, because these kitties are starving, and only you can satisfy them.

And for those wondering if these delightful creatures can be tamed...

A roll of 15 or higher will gain you a companion that will last until the dream's end.

I'd Like To Get Off This Wild Ride
On the blissful, bright island of Io, adventurers were given the opportunity to relax and enjoy themselves with a multitude of attractions designed to evoke calm, delight, and even fun. Toward the end of that island's tenure, a sprawling circus covered a significant portion of the landscape.

Mu has chosen to recreate that particular phenomenon today. Beneath the star-studded sky, sprawled out across the beaches of this dream-island, lies a deliriously colorful carnival. Massive tents of all sizes and patterns rear up into the night, illuminated with beads of brightly glowing strings of lights. All manner of amusements can be found here - from rides to games to fabulously sugary food, you're bound to find something of interest.

Be wary, however. Some of these particular attractions are more than what they appear to be. It's not all bad, of course, but it can be a dangerous roulette to play, when you end up somewhere strange and new. You could enter the House of Mirrors, for example, which initially proves to be a relatively simple, boxy maze of glassy, reflective surfaces that might, perhaps, astound children between the ages of three and five, but not much else. The further in you go, the more abstract your own reflection gets, and the larger this labyrinth seems to become. It's only when you step out the other side that you'll discover that you've drastically grown or shrank in size. You can be as tall as nine feet, or as short as a pencil's length. Proportions may or may not follow suit.

Or perhaps you end up entering the Tunnel of Love, cheap and flimsy as it appears to be. You're going to have to steer yourself through on your own in one of those battered wooden rowboats, along with whoever's unlucky enough to be your partner for this ride. You'll soon find that it's less a tunnel of love and more a tunnel of learning to depend on each other or die; the waters in this ride are infested with carnivorous eels that love to leap out and try and take a bite out of the boat's passengers. Either smuggle your own weapons onto the ride or learn how to give these foes a hearty whack with an oar - either way, you're better off watching the back of whoever's stuck on this boat with you.

If heights are more your thing, you could always strap yourself into the Ferris Wheel. Given the fact that it looks like any other ferris wheel, you wouldn't be blamed for thinking that it's an ordinary ride like any other. But once you're in one of those passenger cars and the ride starts up properly, something very, very strange will become apparent: the ride only goes up. Despite being decidedly circular, you'll find that you only ever see yourself moving higher, and never once descending to the ground. The air up here is getting rather thin, too, isn't it? You should probably find a way down, because either this ride spirals infinitely into the heavens or it breaks down and sends everyone plummeting to their deaths - and you probably don't want to find out which one it is.

Thrillseekers and daredevils might want to try their luck with the massive Roller Coaster that curls and spirals in some truly awe-inspiring twists and contortions, threaded through much of the carnival itself. It skates high into the air, features gut-wrenching drops and loop-the-loops, and operates at a truly breakneck speed. It is also, unlike pretty much any other of its kind, plagued with pests. If you've ever seen rats chewing on cables and nibbling holes in walls, these are a little bit like that - only these ones are a good deal larger, and happen to be capable of gnawing through the steel beams and supports that are keeping this wild ride together. Rodents of Unusual Size apparently exist in this reality, so you'd better either find a way to get off the coaster or clear these darn R.O.U.S.'s off your tracks, because if left unchecked, they'll put a stop to the ride for you...prematurely.

All that being said, there's nothing preventing you from just outright avoiding all those lures. You could settle for playing a probably rigged game of darts, or trying to win a giant stuffed animal in a claw machine, or plain making yourself sick on fair food. That's probably safer than risking any of those deadly contraptions, right?

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adam young ( good omens ) ota

[goshdang]

i. cat experiments.

[It's a good thing Adam's dreaming, and it's an even better thing that the dream isn't of his usual sort. Adam has an unfortunate tendency to hear the whispers of Hell in his head when he dreams. He wasn't sure if he still would now, but so far what he's seen seems to be fantastical in a very practical way, which is perfect for his tastes.

For example, he and Dog, his mixed terrier of a Hell Hound, have happened upon what might have been a cat's answer to Adam's beast, if Adam hadn't decided he'd rather have fun with his dog than go about bringing hellfire down upon the world with him. It's like someone's taken every cat in the world and jumbled them up together into... well, not one cat, it seems, but certainly one form.

Dog doesn't seem too impressed with it, regardless. He's currently growling at the cat-goop, while Adam tries to hold his leash tight so that he doesn't go after it. As the catmalgamate undulates across the roots and green of the forest floor, Dog starts to bark at it.]

Down, boy! Down! You know you're not meant to be goin' after cats.

[Dog is normally very obedient to whatever Adam says. That might be because they're meant to be together. Or, it could just be because when Adam decides something is true, it is true.

Either way, Dog is apparently much too riled up by the news that cats can come in All form. He's pulling against his leash so hard that Adam is left dragging his feet against the grass, furrowing his brow at his pet.]

ii. it's getting closer.

[Being from a very, very small town in England, just a few kilometres away from the road connecting Oxford and London, Adam has never actually encountered a carnival. He hardly goes to the city; his father is very much a homebody, and his mother is normally the one to accompany him when he does. Which means he would normally be going out to accompany her on errands.

Of course, Adam is familiar with the concept of a carnival. One even appeared in a story he wrote once, though he mostly guessed at what one might be like, and even then it only appeared so that the cowboys could fight the clowns.

This one seems like it has a lot less clowns in general. The cotton candy is very good, though, so that makes up for it. One of the stall workers had even procured a paper bowl to put water in for Dog at his request.

As he sits on a bench and haphazardly stuffs sugary pink fluff into his mouth, he's eyeing the Ferris wheel. This would be a lot more fun if his friends were here to ride it with him, but Adam supposes if he really needed them, he could just dream them up too.]

ii

[demonicmiracle]

[This is Crowley's first experience with this whole dreaming nonsense, but he's had the concept explained in decent enough detail, so while he doesn't like it all that much, he's not too worried. Just got to get through it until whenever his body decides to wake up. Should only be a few hours, really.

The last thing he's expecting to see is the Antichrist and his literal Hellhound, sitting on a bench eating candy floss. Crowley stops a small distance away, winces, considers just backing off and leaving this whole mess for someone else to deal with. Hell makes him nervous. Adam scares him. But —

Maybe he owes the kid, for the whole business with trying to get Aziraphale to shoot him.

With a sigh, Crowley starts walking again, coming over to unceremoniously sit down on the bench beside Adam.]

Alright, kid?

[goshdang]

[Adam, of course, recognizes Crowley. That was what he was called, right? They'd only met the once, but it was a very lasting impression that had been left on him.

Mostly, he knows that Crowley was one of the ones who wanted to stop the world ending, which means, if Adam is on anyone's side, and Crowley is on anyone's side, that probably means they're on the same one. Even if Crowley is from Hell; people can't really help where they're from, Adam thinks.

So he looks up as the demon sits beside him, and Dog finishes off lapping up his water so he can immediately trot over to sniff at the new person's knees. Dog probably remembers what "demon" smells like, but a lot has happened to Dog recently, so he might just be trying to figure out where he remembers this smell from. Or something. We can't know what a dog thinks.]

Alright. What are you doing at a carnival?

miles morales | into the spider-verse | ota

[sparkour]

carnival stuff.

[ 1. house of mirrors.

Okay, he really thought this lucid dreaming thing would come with a little more personal control of the situation. Call Miles old-fashioned, but it feels like a waste of time knowing what's going on otherwise.

He makes his way through the house of mirrors with the idle fascination of, well, a New York middle schooler going through what seems like a pretty tame house of mirrors. It only starts getting weird after he's been walking around it for a while. Weirder reflections. Weirder tingling something-bad-is-going-on-here feelings with no immediately identifiable source.

He squints up at an especially distorted mirror as he walks past it. Are the dozens of reflections a whole thing tying back to the other realities? Is this... symbolism? Is he processing? ]

I should not be psycho-analyzing shady carnival mirrors.

[ When he finally gets through to the other side and he's small enough to be his own action figure, he does what any right-minded, unsupervised, lucid-dreaming superhero would do. He says a very loud swear.

From there, Miles can be found climbing and trying to tiny-parkour his way up to higher vantage points, be it the counters of stalls or the sides of tents. He can also be found back inside the house of mirrors, because logic dictates to him that going back through will somehow reverse this situation. It might. Probably.

Regardless of where he is, he's got a full arsenal of "hey, careful!"s at his disposal for all the times he nearly gets stepped on. ]


[ 2. ferris wheel.

This is literally so dumb. This is the worst. Miles is lucky in that he doesn't have a problem with heights. He's actually pretty good with those nowadays. He does have a problem with being on a ferris wheel slowly spiralling its way into infinity, oxygen or no oxygen. So that's not ideal. It doesn't take too long to catch onto that bit, at least. There's time to act.

He swings back to there being good things about knowing he's dreaming: he probably won't really die, sure, and yeah, it's great that this ferris wheel isn't all that crowded, but most importantly? Keeping his powers a secret doesn't matter for a damn. Like, it's a dream. It doesn't even matter. He has web shooters and he knows how to use them.

Which is why there's a kid confidently climbing his way around from seat to seat. So maybe the spinning is making him a little nauseous. This job comes with risks. ]

How's it going? [ Miles both looks and sounds like he wants to sound cool right now. The fact that he has to keep shifting on his feet to keep his balance takes away from the intent. ] You want a ride back down to the ground? 'cause that's where I'm heading.

[ Does that sound ominous? He didn't really think about it before he said it. ]

Oh, uh-- like an actual ride. You're gonna have to trust me, but I promise it's splat-free. I'm pretty good at what I do.

[ Not to brag or anything. ]

2

[counterblows]

[Goddddd he doesn't even know how he ended up here. He just knows that he's not in armor - already a bad sign - and parked in a fucking ferris wheel passenger car trying not to get lightheaded the further up he goes. He's busy trying to gauge the best way to try and time a jump to try and get to the car underneath him, but - ]

[Well, shit. Looks like someone else had the right idea. And a...better grasp of the situation. Literally.]

Uh. [God, but he's trying not to feel nauseous. Mostly failing.] What is it that you...do?

[sparkour]

[ Everyone press F to pay respects to Washington's non-nauseous lifestyle. Over too soon. ]

It's kind of a rope thing? Like, it'll stick up here and I can slide us down to the ground. I didn't have time to ask anyone exactly how it works, I just know how to use it.

[ He almost reiterates his splat-free stance, but then he remembers he already said that, so he runs out of steam a little. It's always time to be worried on main. Miles is never out of space for that. This is a Citizen. He can't bail on a Citizen. He literally only just got started on the superhero thing. ]

And not to freak you out, but I think the other option is hanging out up here until we run out of air or fly into the sun. So I'll be real, the rope thing is looking really good to me right now.

2 but also im zagging

[passeul]

[Dreams can be fickle things. For one Spider-Person, let's say a Spider-Man, he might find himself with no suit in a harrowing situation and having to compromise his identity to save some dream people. For another Spider-Person, for example a Spider-Woman, she might find that she's fully suited up and therefore instantly on alert mode when she realizes she's ascending into the air in a way that uniquely disagrees with her.

And maybe they both have no problem with heights in general. And maybe they both have an inclination to help dream people, whether or not they actually exist, because seeing someone, anyone in danger is enough.

Spider-Woman could be contemplating this right now, if she didn't just come to unconsciousness in a ferris wheel of death, have her Spider Sense go haywire instantly, and then immediately notice Miles of all people helping place someone down safely. She watches him for a moment from her own car, eyes squinting after him behind the mask. The picture of incredulity. You go through one trip across the multiverse and suddenly your stress dreams are projecting on you times two. It's very rude.

Incoming Spider-Woman, pardon her. She uses her own web shooters off the cars of the rogue park ride to pull herself down to safety beside her, uh, friend. Yeah, we can go with friend.]

Are you taking constructive criticism? 'Cause my subconscious should not have to remind you the mask isn't optional when you're swinging.

[A beat. Long enough for her to take off her own mask to reveal Gwen beneath, 'cause it doesn't actually matter, it is in fact a dream, and she's doing that... thing she does again.]

Uh... hi. Also. Again.

grabby hands

[sparkour]

Hi. Also-also again. [ Step one: try to look kinda cool and not immediately perk right the heck up about Gwen hanging out in this dream.

Fail step one. Miles looks super glad to see her. He has to detour his way into defending his honor, sure, but that doesn't take away from the overall brightening of his expression. It's not a crime to miss the Spider-Fam. The Spider......... Friend. ]

Look, if anyone's subconscious would've given me a mask, I'd have it on. I like the mask. I put a lot of work into the mask. [ To make it look individualized and hype. ] Things just... get pretty optional when you don't have any other options and a ferris wheel wants to kill people.

[ Does that make sense? He likes to think so. This dream is stacked against him. ]

1.

[mamaterasu]

[It may be during Miles' attempts to scale a stall wall, or dodging between the feet of giants with little to no perception skills at all, but he'll eventually feel a rather...uncomfortable warm wind blow swiftly at his back. Uncomfortable why? Because Ammy has been eating carnival food or the past four or more hours, and her breath smells like an amalgamation of every oily, salty, sweet, and just...generally unhealthy bite of food that comes with this place. Most of which has also probably fallen on the ground as well.

Honestly, it's a wonder anyone hasn't gone into shock when catching a whiff of her dumpster breath. She pants, looking down her long snout at the actual spider sized lad, her lips pulled up in a happy smile, tail wagging behind her. Which isn't...as appealing a sight, considering she is much, much larger than Miles right now. And could easily swallow him. Not that she would mind, but this poor boy doesn't know that.

Her eyes are locked on him, and she doesn't move just yet, other than to inch her snout a little closer...]

[sparkour]

[ Hmmm. Not ideal.

He feels like he's seen movies that went like this. It isn't very encouraging.

Miles makes an executive decision to stand very still. The spider sense thing is not being useful in the slightest, because when a person is very tiny, pretty much everything in a knowable radius has an active capacity for being dangerous. All big danger, all the time. All big animals with sharp teeth and bad breath.

He can probably get out of this uneaten, right? That's gotta be like Superheroing 101, right? So what if he's literally never thought about being in this situation before and doesn't know what to do? Mere details. ]

Good... dog? [ Is this a wolf? Are there wolves that look like this? Is this what coyotes look like???/ Why can he not remember what dangerous wild animals look like when he really needs to?! ] Please be a good dog.

jack frost | rise of the guardians | ota

[on_thin_ice]

( i. myancat )

[ eldritch abomination? pssh. that's nothing. jack is the guardian of fun. and this? this is right up his alley. all it takes is a little snowflake and a small area of snow for the myancat to frolic in, wiggling all . . . who knows who many limbs there are, jack stopped counting, purring away. ]

That's it, kitty. And after that, we'll go prank some kids.

( ii. ferris wheel )

[ jack is watching the ferris wheel go up and . . . up . . . and up. and there's definitely a few frightened faces up there. calling the wind, jack flies up there, concerned. ]

Hey. Hey, it's gonna be okay. I can bring you down — No you can't see me, can you?

[ what is he supposed to do here? ]

( iii. wildcard )

[ got a different prompt you’d like to do? drop it here. ]

[boogerman]

[For pity's sake, can't an honest boogeyman enjoy a bunch of helpless, frightened people trapped on a ferris wheel without a snowflake coming along to pester him?!

Ugh.]

I can see you, Frost. Now do me a favor and go be unseen somewhere else!

[on_thin_ice]

[ jack crouches on the rails with a smirk. ]

Really? Resorting to ferris wheels now? Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

donna noble | doctor who

[oispaceman]

1. myan cat.

[ Donna looks away for two seconds and this happens. Whatever this is. Because hell if she knows what, exactly, it is.

She's seen a lot of strange things, both terrible and wonderful. She's fallen on a lot of hard times. A weird fleshy cat mound is on a level all its own.

(A thing like that, she hopes it doesn't hurt it just to exist.) ]

Ooh. Hello. [ ????? do they language? Can it be reasoned with? All these questions and more on Doctor Who. ] Good... kitties?

[ Someone help get on the humor level here, because she has no way of knowing that's the answer and this is an extremely weird time right now. ]


2. tunnel of love.

[ She goes on the tunnel of love. Which she tries not to think about all that much. It's a dream, isn't it? Dream tunnel of love, maybe a dream man will turn up or something. Doesn't hurt to try.

Doesn't work, really, but there are worse things out there than going through a flimsy carnival ride with a stranger and having a laugh about it. Out in the universe and time and space and all that, she's made friends with less. And with more, in terms of life-threatening terror.

So, you know, the first evidence of carnivorous eels leaping out of the water to try to eat passengers is only half a surprise. Something harmless turning out to be dangerous and deadly? Wow, go figure.

Her brain really isn't all that creative, is it? ]

You have got to be joking.

[ Perks of sharing this ride with Donna Noble, super-temp: she'll have you know she's a sweet treat, a fucking delight to be around. She is fully ready to poke fun at a crappy carnival ride setup with any stranger who doesn't seem to be a genuine jerk.

She also has a knack for absolutely grand-slamming eels with wooden oars that says she's had to deal with nonsense like this quite a lot. She will defend the hell out of her boat pal. And if her boat pal is a woman or a kid, she'll do it with little to no shouting directly at them. She will become their first line of oar-based defense. ]

Can't even go to a flippin' carnival without something trying to kill me!

[ Her wrath is righteous and therein lies her power, obviously. ]

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[demonicmiracle]

[So far, there isn't much in this universe that Crowley is fond of, but Mu would have to take the cake for just being absolutely awful. Take, for example, whatever the fuck that thing is. He's just trying to mind his own business, go for a stroll in a dream that seemed relatively peaceful to start, and now he's stumbled on some poor woman being accosted by a sentient pile of cats.

Crowley shoves his hands into his pockets, keeps a safe distance.]

I wouldn't, if I were you, most of the things here tend to think humans are on the menu.

im putting in a cheat code to clip through most of the facetwin stuff 2019

[oispaceman]

[ There's no getting around how similar the voice is. Not completely the same, but more than enough to have Donna double-taking. What starts as a Donna-brand recognition level in her expression-- that is to say, a sarcastic and mildly irritated but in a Fondish Way level-- makes some rapid real-time turns until she lands in the vicinity of both confused and indignant about it.

Thing is, she knows the Doctor. Better than she knows anyone else, by this point.

That's not him by a long shot. Same face, same toothpicky legs, the voice. Different style. Different energy. As in, less of it in general. Mysterious mound of mushy cats out in the wilderness? Oh, he'd be all over it. He'd think it's brilliant. He'd poke at it until it said something really sad or until they had to run for their lives, because he doesn't know the meaning of a safe distance. All this recognition with nowhere to go.

If this is a dream, it could clearly use some fine-tuning. If it's not a dream, then this is exactly her luck, isn't it. Who asked you, palette-swapped leggy man!!! Wow! ]

What, like that makes it special? Show me a planet where most things don't think that.

[ The myan cat has paused. It's probably wondering if this is going to turn into a bit right before its... many, many eyes. ]

catte

[vagabone]

[Don't look at him, the skeleton man, because he has no answers. He can barely stand to look at the thing, feeling like he'd be queasy if he had a stomach. Gross. Bad. The worst.]

Yech. I have no idea. Dios mío, that's too much cat even for the kid.

[Pray Ren doesn't see it!!!]

i want it known i would die for him personally

[oispaceman]

[ She actually doesn't look at him at first. Donna instead takes a moment to bask in the solidarity of knowing that, alright, good, it's not just her seeing this thing or thinking that it's really gross.

As she's starting to edge back away from the myan cat a bit, she offers a casual: ]

I reckon anything's overkill once it gets more heads than a bloody Cerberus.

[ And then she does the looking, and then she goes through the routine practice of startled, wordless shouting. Of the many, often disturbing, things that she's seen in her travels, walking talking skeletons is weirdly not on the list.

On the bright side, the cat monster supreme seems to think that's pretty funny, so it shrinks down a little bit. Also on the bright side is that there's enough dreamlike-quality polish on this ordeal to keep Donna from trying to throw a punch. She does immediately get cross, though. ]

Oi, bone-bag! If someone's gonna look up and see a talking skeleton after they just met one of these things, you might wanna give 'em a warning!

[ She does jab a thumb towards the cats for posterity. They are the "these things" in question. ]

DID SOMEONE CALL FOR A DOCTOR??? (1.)

[wanderingdoctorfaust]

Speaking of looking away for two seconds and something happening, THAT is quite possibly, hands down, the most terrifying creature this side of the dreamscape has put out yet! Faust isn't entirely sure what was happening a few seconds before, it's as if he just spontaneously popped into existence in front of this Thing and...a completely random human being...?

Donna Noble, meet a 9'3" lanky humanoid in full doctors attire with a paper bag on his head. He has just materialised right next to you, apropos of nothing, and is taking a solid few seconds to gawk at the Myancat.
...and now he's turned to face you instead. Hello!

"Hi! I'm a doctor!"

He reaches out one of his far-too-long arms to point at the horrifying feline visage, giving it a small nod to acknowledge that it does, in fact, exist...and to give context to what he'll say next:

"Basically? RUN!!!"

And with that, he takes off scampering in the opposite direction of this terrifying creature, praying this random individual has the sense to flee from giant blobs of pulsating, vaguely-cat-like...stuff...
...they are running, right? The good doctor dares to glance back over his shoulder to check. Please be running...!

[oispaceman]

Oh, wow.

Hats off to this guy for being the tallest humanoid Donna's ever actually encountered. Like it wasn't bad enough realizing how lanky the Doctor is every other day or so. Now there's this.

His glance back will confirm that Donna is, in fact, also running. There's something to be said for someone showing up who seems to know what they're doing (or anything about where they are and what's going on in general), who then opt to open on 'run' with little to no hesitation. It's one of those things where she figures, yeah, better listen to that if that's how it is.

"Can't go to one new place without having to run for my life!"

The universe? Supremely dumb sometimes.

mira | oc | ota, game memories intact

[antepone]

hatsune miku intensifies
[ ... yeah, okay, she isn't sure why she's surprised this happened. The giant cat abomination is pretty on brand for the islands, and as she looks up at it, she isn't sure what it wants. ]

This is impawssible.

[ She doesn't mean for it to be a pun, but apparently she puts enough emphasis on the second syllable to make it seem like one. The Myancat shrinks a little, and Mira blinks. ]

I guess that was... purrfect?

[ It shrinks down a little more, and she lets out a little oh of realization. ]

So that's what you want...

carnival carnage
[ Alright, this is... well, she hasn't been to a carnival in years. It doesn't look all bad, but there are places that she outright avoids because they look dangerous. And honestly, she isn't surprised too much. She's grown wary of a lot of things on the islands, even in spite of all the good; what she does gravitate to is the food and games.

She's just lost another try at a ring toss, but she doesn't seem too put out. ]

I know it's all rigged, but... It's still really fun.

[thermalwind]

Well, you're the cat's meow today. [It shrinks down a little more as someone steps out of the shadows. Keith's dark hair is clipped to the back of his head instead of in a ponytail or a braid. The expression on his face is slightly resigned.]

Hey. This purrday for a ponytail or can I join in? [He'd seen it shrink and bad jokes? He can do that.]

[antepone]

Keith!

[ Ah, look at that. She brightens up when she sees him, but the Myancat must be sated. It's shrinking down, little by little, but they still have some way to go... so a proper reunion must wait. ]

I'd love to have you. This'll be a tail to tell for the rest of time... and it won't be clawful at all.

Purrobably.

carnival

[postictal]

[It's only thanks to Guzma that Tim even knows the ins and outs of a carnival. He doesn't have a lotta experience with them, see. There weren't a lot of those in the hospital.]

[Even if it's a dream, even if the fuzz of unreality clings to every part of it, it's still...reassuring to see a familiar face.]

[Probably because he lost two very familiar faces, very recently.]

[Tim's voice is quiet, a little shadowed, and definitely on the lower side of his limited spectrum of typical emotional expression, but he still sounds as though he's glad to see her. As much as he can, anyway.]

You ever been to one of these things before?

[antepone]

[ She, at least, kind of gets that. Mira smiles and looks to the ring toss, then back to Tim. She's glad to see Tim, but she wonders if he's okay... well.

As okay as he can be. ]

Once, when I was very young. What about you?