TEST DRIVE MEME ( 004 )

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Test Drive Meme #4

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.

Remember that Reserves will open on October 17th and that Applications will open on October 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.

Gone Apeshit
The peaceful island upon which you've found yourself is pleasant enough, isn't it? Clear turquoise waters, white sand, verdant copses of trees...it might be a little on the humid side, sure, but what's not to love?

The answer will come in the form of some decidedly simian ululations and howls that will inevitably start echoing through the trees, paired with the occasional loud, firework-like bang of some weapon being fired. The beach itself is safe, or as safe as beaches can possibly be, but setting foot into the jungle proper will prompt immediate, firepower-based retaliation from the group of monkeys that have elected to live there.
That's right: monkeys. Monkeys wielding rudimentary technology, no less, the most prominent example of such being the cannon-like, primitive firearms that shoot coconuts at interlopers. While their precision is not excellent, a direct or indirect hit can cause incredibly serious injury. Sure, you could opt to stay on the sidelines...but without any resources on hand, your only remaining solution is to either risk starvation or exposure, or to confront the gun-toting monkeys directly.

A pity Jumpman isn't here, huh?

Motherclucker
Congratulations! After who knows however long you might have spent exploring this strange new land - be it hours or eons or days or mere minutes - you've finally stumbled across some resources that may be viable! You've encountered a flock of bludroc, their nests brimming with speckled eggs that would surely taste delicious sucked raw or fried on a stone.

Unfortunately, this is a rather vast flock of the creatures, and they do not part with their offspring easily. While they lend themselves easily to domestication, these bludroc are quite wild, and quite unwilling to be beset upon by complete strangers. So if you encroach upon their territory, beware...for you may find yourself set upon by an abundance of pecking, flapping, screeching, colorful creatures.

Tick Tock
Mu's world is a curious one, no doubt. Its creatures often bear a strange resemblance to those in the world of LifeAftr proper, but some fauna can be found on no other landscape, in no other context, besides the dreamlike dips and peaks that only Mu can emulate.

One of those creatures is the clockroach.

Today, they seem strangely intent on flocking around those who have crossed into the lands of Mu for the first time; the uninitiated of LifeAftr. Their shapes are indistinct, to start with, but the click-whisper of rustling, mothlike wings almost sounds like your name, being uttered over and over...and over...and over...

They have a curious look to start with, make no mistake. But the longer you look, the more those forms start to solidify into a shadow to mirror your own, devoid of color or feature, but unmistakably resembling your general shape. While their edges are softly blurred and out of focus, their forms rapidly begin to solidify the more you interact with them. Speaking to them, touching them, even acknowledging them by looking their way, failing to ignore them utterly, will gradually start to bring them into greater clarity and focus. They do not speak. They merely follow - a shadow of your very own, unattached and allowed sentience.
Once they're solid enough to touch, you'll begin to hear a sound. A low, repetitive tick-tick of a timepiece, moving ever closer to some unseen deadline with terrifying regularity. It starts quietly, at first, but begins to grow louder, louder, until it drowns out all else.

The apparition may soothe and speak all it likes, but the artificial dread worming in your heart refuses to be shucked away. Everything else is a shadow hostile, a creature mistrusted. The fog is a tripwire that will surely trap you; that person approaching from over that hill? Doubtless here to kill you, and see that your invisible clock winds to an end.

But that dark storm boiling in the shadow behind you? Surely that has nothing to do with it...

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Maka Albarn | Soul Eater (anime) | CRAU (The Box)

[the_word_is]

Planet of the Apes

The girl on the beach grits her teeth, tightens the straps of her tattered backpack, and shifts her grip on her knife (a shiv, really, broken glass lashed to a wooden handle). She's fifteen, but looks younger thanks to a few years of malnutrition and hardship. Her jeans are torn at one knee, her shirt has a rip in the stitches of one sleeve, and there's a thin layer of grime that covers her from her short blonde hair to her combat boots. But she doesn't really give a fuck about the dirt right now. After all, it's not like anyone had running water to bathe in, and in this dreamscape she's got bigger issues to worry about.

She dodges a fired coconut as she jumps back from the jungle's edge, the scarred corners of her mouth pulled back in a snarl that almost matches the apes. Time to kill some things, or at least scare the shit out of them.

Burd is the Wurd

Eggs.

Maka's used to hunting and gathering her food by now, and there's no way she's passing up a chance for such an easy protein source.

Which means that there's a determined teenage girl racing through the jungle with an improvised leaf-basket full of spotted eggs, chased by an angry clucking mob.

Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick

Here it is. Here it finally is. The thing she's been on edge for since her arrival, the thing that crawls out of the shadows and twists into horror. She's used to horror, it shows in the determined grit of her teeth and the hollowness in her cheeks and the scars carving their way across her face.

For the most part, Maka manages to ignore the insects, hoping that if they're ignored they'll go away, since throwing things at them and glaring didn't work for her. So she ignores them, ignores their silvery forms and the way they follow her moves, casts occasional glances and brushes of soul perception back towards them. If she ignores them, maybe they'll go away. If they attack her, she'll fight. If anything attacks her, she'll fight, and with the tension and anger building in her soul, "attack" is a term with a wide range of possible interpretations.

Tock Tock Tock Tock Tock

[achievementhunter]

This is different, from the usual dreams they've had. Gone is the vaguely familiar shores of the island, leaving them in dense fog amidst a barely discernible terrain. As they wander, Chara stumbles more than once; tripping over a rock or incline that goes unnoticed until it's too late.

And then there's the bugs. Large roaches, clicking like the hands of a clock as they scurry underfoot, shooting out from secret burrows and out of sight in seconds. It's doing nothing for their paranoia, shoulders tense to the point of aching as they do their best to keep their venture quiet, unwilling to allow anything the element of surprise. Back straight, breathing even.

There's no sense in panicking, not now.

The first sign of someone else close by is her form. Simply a shadow in the mist, too solid to be anything but another person. They're not stupid enough to call out- there's more foes than friends, here. Far more.

Quickly, they crouch down, tucking themself into a smaller target, and wait.

Knife at the ready between stiff fingers.

BIRDS and please excuse my single icon I'm going to get more later [UNMEND @ BIRDS]

[youneedonly]

Maka and her gaggle of followers are heard well before they're seen; a flock that big and angry is going to be more than loud enough to wake the neighborhood.

If Maka's keen-eyed - which she probably is - she'll see the man in black armor as she rounds a bend, with his sword already in hand just in case. And she'll see him sigh and shrug, body language slightly exaggerated to make up for his hidden face.

Then he lifts one hand away from his sword and uses it to fire some kind of dark energy burst into the flock of birds. It's hard to tell if it hit any particular one, but the flock as a whole turns in his direction. They'll have a far more difficult time landing any meaningful hits on someone in full armor - at least it's good for its intended purpose even if he's far too warm underneath.

"Over here, you dumb bastards," he calls as the birds swarm. "Give me some sport, would you?"

Childlike Empress | Neverending Story

[kaiserin]

[Apeshit]

[Empress doesn't usually dream, and when she does it's less dream and more memory or perhaps seeing what's happening elsewhere in Fantasia while she sleeps. This, she knows right away, is not Fantasia. It's no place inside Fantasia or the Book, and she's not sure it's even a place in the human world, but she can't bring herself to be terribly afraid. She's curious, the long pure-white gown torn up to the knees, showing old cuts and bruises over her feet and calves; her feet are bare as she wanders the sand. It burns her feet but she pays it little mind, too curious to bother with it, though she does wander to here the waves wash up over the sand to relieve the burn once in a while.

The sudden sound of fighting from the forest makes her turn in surprise, watching the treeline in confusion. Again, there's still really no fear in the solid gold-colored eyes.]

...I suppose... It's different from home though. [She muses out loud to herself] These creatures don't love me like the inhabitants of my home do... They might actually harm me.

[Which is a dilemma. She's a tiny little thing, so she supposes she has speed and litheness on her side, but she sort of. Stands out. White dresses and the forest don't really mix. Too bad AURYN is completely useless here.] What are we supposed to do...?

[Motherclucker]

[Sorry, were they supposed to be trying to steal the eggs or something? Because Empress is certainly not doing that right now. Instead she's sitting by a nest with a bludroc sleeping on her lap as she pets it gently.

Her smile is gentle and amused, but as anyone walks up she immediately puts a finger to her lips] Shh.

[Don't wake it up!!]

[Tick Tock]

[It's really strange to be on the receiving end of such hostile feelings. Empress can't recall the last time she felt this uneasy because of another--creature. It's not really a person so she's not sure what to call it.

The whisper seems to be two names, alternating between Moonchild and Childlike Empress or even sometimes just Empress, and the immortal girl frowns and watches the shadow, noting as it begins to take a more solid form as she looks.

At length she turns her eyes away to find someone who looks like they might have a similar problem OR at least looks like they might have an answer.]

Excuse me. What is this? I cannot seem to figure out what it wants...

Clucking Mothers

[achievementhunter]

[Farm animals (and the appropriate ways to treat them) are not a subject Chara is particularly familiar with. Their first approach, therefore, is to simply observe- watch the way the passive creatures interact with one another, before letting themself walk in their midst.

It's...it's interesting. Watching how quickly the creatures become accustomed to their presence. They shy away whenever one gets too close, entirely uncertain when they meet her gaze and smile, looking down at the bludroc settled so very comfortably in her lap.]

...I didn't know they would do that.

[A whisper, once they're close enough to crouch down. Keeping their distance despite a brazenly curious expression. How is she doing that?]

Fran | Franken Fran

[frankenfran]

[Apeshit][CW: non-graphic dismemberment]

[There's bound to be causalities and all with something like this. Not everyone can come out alive every time, right? And some poor soul has been apparently torn limb from limb or something, if the random arm dragging itself around the beach is any indication--

Wait what?

Yep, that sure is a slender arm dragging itself around. It pauses and the hand writes 'come quick. Bring thread' into the sand and waits. Do you follow it??

If you do decide to follow the arm (or pick it up and carry it and let it point out the way to go, which is the quicker method honestly) and manage to dodge the primate gunfire, you'll come across one Fran.

Well, what's left of Fran. Various body parts seem to be flung around the ground, but Fran is still sitting with her upper torso propped up against a tree, her head seems to be perched rather precariously on her neck, but she's smiling cheerfully]

Oh, good, someone came! Did you bring the thread? I have a needle but I ran out of the thread when I was sewing my head back on!

[This is fine.]

[Apeshit 2.0]

[Are you fighting some nightmare monkey? Worry not, Fran is here to help!

...By standing on th sidelines when she stumbles upon the scene and cheering you on!] You can do it! Oh, but, if you can, try to save some body parts, please? I'd like to save a limb or two or the whole corpse of that creature, if you can resist destroying it!

Oh, if you lose something, don't worry! I have spare parts too, I'll stitch you back up!

[This is reassuring] I'm a doctor, so everything'll be okay~

[Motherclucker][CW: non-graphic eye horror aka someone's lost an eye]

[Fran didn't ask for this, okay? She wasn't even bothering the birds, trying to figure out a way to obtain a breeding pair to study when something or someone (MAYBE YOU?) startled the birds nearest her.

The results were not pretty, which is how Fran's lost an eye now, one hand clamped over the side of her face, but... She doesn't seem particularly disturbed by it as the birds calm down their frenzy after a bit]

I don't have any spares! [That's the true lament of this and why Fran is shuffling around on her hands and knees, trying to figure out which bird took the eye back to which nest.]

Even if it's damaged a little, I can probably fix it-- Ah, excuse me, coming through... [Just gonna crawl around whoever's in her way. Don't mind the blood dripping between her fingers, surely everything is great here.]

[Wildcard]
[If you want something else with Fran, she can be found around elsewhere, typically trying to study animals or even taking notes on physical/health attributes of anyone else in the vicinity.

Don't mind the doctor squinting at you and then furiously taking notes. A peek at them will reveal scarily accurate body measurements and speculation on blood type...]

Apeshit

[onemanstrash]

[Okay monkey problem, whatever-- There is an arm moving by itself on the beach?! Tell him that is not that coolest thing ever. What a fantastic treasure to find just crawling out here in the sand!

The message it writes goes completely ignored as Keaton instead watches. And waits. Waits the whole time it crawls back through the sand, into the jungle past all sorts of angry monkeys he needs to duck and dodge around. This is like poetry in motion to him okay. Gross, dismembered arm styled poetry.

Eventually, having left the arm to crawl all the way back by itself, he finds Fran.]

Whoah, you've got like a whole body here! Least I think you do, let me check. Got another arm over there, there's a leg... No foot though, think we've lost the foot-- Nope, found the foot!

[Did Fran say something? He's too busy picking up all these new treasures body parts. To help get her body all in once place! Yeah. That's it.]

Lili | Tekken

[platinumgrace]

Apeshit

[Well this is certainly no fun at all. At first she had intended to knock some sense into these gun toting monkeys and move on with her exploring, but Lili could never have expected there to be so many of them. A barrage of coconuts flies her way, and no amount of sidestepping and flips can get her out of this unscathed.

One coconut hits her dead on the arm, ripping her clothing as the white of her sleeve begins turning red from where the coconut broke her skin. Lili ends up ducking behind a tree, gripping her arm tight as she tries to find a way out of this... Oh?

With a sudden, almost commanding voice she calls out to whoever she sees through the trees and bushes. Hopefully she's loud enough over the sound of coconuts and monkeys.]

Hello there! It seems I'm in a bit of a predicament. Would you care to assist me in putting these mean creatures in their place?

[Or, you know, medical attention would be great too. But right now her mind is focused on wanting to beat the living hell out of these monkeys. If only she could get close enough without more coconuts flying at her.]

Tick Tock

[Lili stands on the beach, stock still. She tried ignoring them at first, how they suddenly appeared and kept repeating the sound of her name over and over. She ended up landing a savage kick into the midst of the clockroaches, but that only helped things along.

Now she's keeping to herself, away from anyone who might approach. After all, she's going to die on this island isn't she? Never to see her father or Sebastian again. But of course the big thing on her mind, that gnaws at her even through the sound of ticking and growing feeling of dread...]

It's too bad I'll never have another chance to face you, Asuka Kazama. Surely it would be a match to remember.

[She sighs, completely oblivious now to her shadow twisting and rippling violently behind her as she stares out at the ocean.]

Apeshit

[esper_magic]

[ Terra had hoped never to see another monkey for the rest of her life. Unfortunately whoever fulfilled wishes like that was sleeping on the job - the flash of pink and red amidst the trees came to a pause when she heard someone calling out. She'd almost missed that there was someone else in need of help, and without hesitating, she cleared a set of bushes to hurry over towards Lili's side, ducking a projectile coconut. ]

Are you hurt? [ Pardon her while she takes cover behind a tree, with two or three of those nasty monkeys ook-ook-eeking in their own dirty monkey language. Probably contemplating how tasty Lili would be in a pot with veggies. Or maybe roasted over a fire. Mmm, barbeque. ]

[onemanstrash]

Apeshit

Awooooo!!

[The sound of howling beats out the scream of monkeys for a moment as Keaton gets into a fight. Coconuts fly, claws sink into monkeys, but before too long Keaton shows up on the beach with two monkey corpses over his shoulders.]

Man, they sure put up a fight... Hey, anyone stuck for food?! Sink your fangs into this!

[And he plops the monkeys down in the sand just like that. Dinner is served! ... Just ignore the sound of monkeys rushing closer through the jungle to find they guy who attacked them. It's fine.]

Motherclucker

[The eggs might look tasty, but Keaton isn't here for the bludroc's eggs. Instead he's rushing in and snatching dropped feathers, broken nests, old eggshells- A whole assortment of junk basically.

Every time he grabs something he makes a mad dash to avoid being pecked and screeched at, leaving his collection of trash in a small pile... And then he rushes back in again. Rinse and repeat.

He is going to have so much fun sorting through this treasure pile later. So much.]

MOTHERCLUCKER, IT'S A KEATON ♥♥

[mamaterasu]

[Is thieving the only way these people think they can get the things they want? I mean sure, it's something Ammy has done as well, and he's not necessarily stealing the poor creature's eggs - just their lost feathers and unused nests, but it still seems a poor choice. Why steal what the beasts think is junk? The feathers surely are lovely, and Ammy would adore to craft some quills from them, but wouldn't it be so much simpler to just ask for them?

She exhales a puff of air like a sigh, shaking her head. Even this silly boy who smells so much like herself is quick to take and give nothing in return. The poor Bludrocs are flustered and crowing, and getting into the fray would be ill-advised when they're so clearly planning to retaliate, but...well, let's just stop before it escalates and he has a horde of the feathery hens leaping upon him over nothing.

Ammy calls her Fan Menu into existence, the tiny puff of smoke signalling its appearance - she presses her nose to a picture of a feed bag - roasted seeds, of course - and another puff of smoke before the bag appears where the fan once was. By the gods, she's really going through these, isn't she? But these silly fools need the life lesson... It's always better to give before you take. Taking the feed bag into her teeth, the wolf drags it into the midst of the clamoring hens and knocks it over, spilling the contents over the ground. A few loud barks and a howl to get their attention, and the hens stop their caterwauling to scurry over to the wolf and her delectable seeds, pecking hungrily at the ones that litter the ground.

She wags her tail at them all, then shoots a look at the wayward pup, folding her ears back and rolling her lips over her teeth - a lupine scowl. Licking her lips, she nudges a feasting Bludroc with her nose and looks over to a pile of feathers that was undoubtedly loosed when they were all screeching. May I? - her eyes ask, and the hen blinks dimly before digging back into the food provided. She picks her head up, and makes a clear show of trotting proudly over to the pile, and gently picking out a handful of colorful feathers.

This is how it's done, pup.]

Apeshit First time playing so crit welcome!

[ghost_treat]

H-heeeelp! Someone!

[As you come to the rescue, you will see a girl hiding behind a tree with a coconut in her hand, peering nervously at some aggressive-looking monkeys with machine guns.

Suddenly, one of the monkeys looks at one of the others. Maya thinks she might have an opening. Taking her chance, she throws the coconut in her hand and it hits the monkey on the leg. It falls over!]

It worked! Score one for the Maya Fey Squad - Aaaaaaaaaah!

[Immediately, she realises what she did was probably a bad move as she quickly ducks out of the way, just dodging the coconut but not without falling over and landing on her front!

Looks like she might need a little help]

[scleramelani]

[Uta didn't so much come to the rescue as to watch, but the fact of the matter is that monkeys are shooting at people and now that they've seen him, he's part of their perceived problem. However, he's also a ghoul, and even weakened, tougher and faster than a human. He manages to dodge the first coconut and sort of redirect the second they fire at him, so they can't land a hit. The monkeys, meanwhile, are getting more and more agitated at him.

It's as he's moving and dodging that he spies the girl.]

If you're still alive, you might want to run while they're distracted.

[If you're not still alive, he's got other ideas, so you might want to move either way, Maya!]

gabriel reyes | overwatch | will match format

[strac]

A. stop the planet of the apes i want to get off

[it's amazing the lengths to which the human mind will go to bridge the gap between being in one place to being spirited away to a completely different place. reyes had probably gone through no less that five explanations to himself in the last couple of hours, and now? now he was positive that he was, in fact, drugged up to the gills on morphine, asleep in a hospital bed. otherwise, the alternative was that reyes was suddenly the star of a movie a century old. no thanks.

as the years drug on with the omnic crisis, the world growing ever-more weary in a war against a foe that didn't rest, gabriel had grown comfortably numb to the inevitably that he might die. when he had woken up on an idyllic beach, the spray of seawater rousing him from unconsciousness, the first thought that drifted into his mind was that this was it. he had finally bitten the proverbial, and probably physical, bullet. after all, charging in under a hail of machine gun fire from several bastion units probably hadn't been the smartest idea he had ever had and gabriel had fully expected to die. then he had become thirsty. then hungry. then...a monkey had howled. suddenly, being in the afterlife didn't seem like such sound theory.

if someone had told reyes that, one day, he might be using his experience as a soldier to escape an embarrassing death by coconut gun, he would have pretended not to hear them. yet, here he was, on a mysterious island, surrounded by pissed off monkeys, hiding behind a clump of trees with his shotguns drawn. no one puts baby gabriel reyes in corner.]

B. my heart it pounds

[for a long time, gabriel is able to ignore the encroaching spectral things, with their indistinct shapes and their cacophony of his name. his gut knows a threat when he see one or, in this case, feels one, but these things? their effort to crawl under his skin is valiant, and eventually too much, but there's no actual danger resonating off them. they're not here to kill him or maim him, they don't stare at him passive lights for eyes, they don't chase him. they're just annoying.

so annoying, in fact, that finally, finally, gabriel shouts at them to leave him alone. like a switch, that seems to be enough for them to really dig into his consciousness.

soon they're no longer vague blurs, etching themselves into clarity by mirroring the folds his hoodie, the hard lines of his body armor, the round, pulled taut shape of his beanie. his own shadow, multiplied by five, by six, by however many more latch onto him. no longer on his periphery, the creatures become all he can think about, can hear, can see. when he runs, they follow, and when he yells, they answer back like an echo. that's when the ticking starts.

the tick, tick, tick of a second hand on a clock, turning his want to escape this place into a desperation, his easy trek into a heart-pounding run. an unseen clock ticking down to something⸺his death, his mental break, someone else's destruction⸺, gabriel suddenly in a rush against whatever borrowed time he has. crashing through the treeline, branches ripping at him like claws, he can't, he won't allow anyone or anything to stand in his way.]

c. wildcard

(do what's in ur heart)

b! >:3c

[jinglejangle]

[Everyday there's something stranger and stranger and stranger that happens here, and this day is shaping up to be no exception. There's a creeping feeling of something being horribly, horribly wrong that's getting harder and harder to ignore the longer he's stuck in this godforsaken archipelago and the odd, unreal quality of this island doesn't soothe him any more.

There's just too many things wrong. Unnatural. From the mounds of flesh devouring anything in their path, to the monkey's intent on murder, to the various other beasts and hazards here. (And that's not even counting the odd travelers brought in by the Storyteller. A stranger bunch than even his Blackwatch cohorts.)

What's the strangest thing, perhaps, is the man McCree recognizes tearing through the bush. It's stupid, he knows, but he can't help reaching out, trying to grab onto the man's arms, trying to halt his mad dash through the trees. It's undeniably Commander Reyes - he'd know that face anywhere - but he's never seen the man look so...look so...

So scared.]

Whoa there, Commander!

[Where's the fire?]

Vivian | Paper Mario: The Thousand-Year Door

[shadefist]

Monkey Business

[ You know, what a nice dream this had been. Relaxing on a beach on a beautiful island... what's not to love?

Of course, Vivian just had to know what all the ruckus from the jungle was about... and promptly took a coconut to the torso. She'll recover, but the wind has been knocked out of her, and it'll take her a little bit to recover.

In the meanwhile, the monkeys are converging on her form. Someone halp? ]

I don't really care for Kesha's earlier work

[ Unfortunately, Vivian isn't ignoring her shadow self, as... she's got no reason to, being born of shadow herself. She's most at home with the creepy and weird.

So the shadow manifests itself, and sure enough, the sound of clockworks begin.

She's already a little flighty to begin with, but now her nerves are getting the best of her, and if anyone approaches, she'll take an unsteady battle stance and warn anyone approaching: ]

S-stay back! I'm warning you, I'm prepared to defend myself!

no one has tagged you and THAT IS SAD :[ option 2

[youneedonly]

[Shadowy people have to stick together, right?

Or... not. The man in black armor puts his hands up in a universal 'not trying anything' gesture when the... creature in the hat starts to get threatening. Yes, that's a good word.]

As am I, but that's no reason to get into it immediately. I have no intent to harm you.

[There's the possibility of a 'yet' there even for people who aren't exceptionally jumpy, but until she relaxes, he'll keep his hands up for now. No harm done by it, right?]

Orisa | Overwatch

[or15]

Did anyone actually see Chicken Run? I love claymation but the plot sounded dumb

[ Even though Orisa's taking care not to harm the birds, she may accidentally step on an egg or two. Which means the flock of bludrocs is pecking and screeching at the robot, without much success on account of... well, metal body.

She just keeps on walking, and if she comes across anybody else, she'll address them, nonplussed: ]

Excuse me. These birds are impeding my progress. I am unharmed, but I do not wish to use violence to disperse them. Do you have a recommended course of action?

Wildcard: Electric sheep have not yet been unlocked in the bestiary I guess

[ But there's a more pressing matter concerning Orisa, and it's that... being a robot, dreaming is an unfamiliar concept to her. So sometimes while wandering the jungle, she'll just come to a full stop, and stand there, internally trying to make sense of her situation.

Someone might mistake her for a newly-erected statue... until she moves her head to look at them. ]

I did see Chicken Run and admittedly it has some funny ass jokes

[achievementhunter]

[Things Chara expected to come across today.

Not this.

There's something to be said, about being approached by a robot over twice your size. Over twice your size and brazenly being swooped by multiple bludrocs, a blue flurry of feathery fury that slaps against the metal with a loud fwump every few seconds.

Are they

Are they supposed to keep a straight face? Is it even vaguely possible not to look at this and bite the inside of their cheek to avoid bursting into laughter?

They're doing their absolute best here, but it does take a few moments before they trust themself to speak.]

I wouldn't have the faintest idea, unfortunately. What did you do to inspire such-


Ire?

Raiden | Metal Gear Rising

[cyborgnaruto]

1. APE ESCAPE

[ Coming to terms with where he’s found himself is a pretty daunting task. Hell, Raiden’s pretty damn good at accepting the impossible at this point. Given his near-death-experience record, he’s gotten somewhat used to what most would consider improbable. That said, waking up in what essentially felt like some kind of horrific fever dream takes some getting used to. Especially when he’s currently taking cover from a barrage of coconuts.

Yes, coconuts.

Not bullets. He can handle bullets like a pro, but this obscure form of projectile requires more tactical planning. Because coconuts are heavy and they hurt. Thinks Raiden the cyborg ninja.

The armed ape is stalking through the trees now, training it’s coconut-canon on each and every tree, prepared to fire at even the slightest inkling of movement. Meanwhile, Raiden is attempting to silently draw Dystopia, his magnetic pair of sai, from his utility belt. He waits patiently for the primate to get within a reasonable range and—launches his sai forward.

Except for whatever fucking reason they end up backfiring. Sputtering stupidly and abruptly clanging to the ground. ]

Son of a…

[ … biscuit. The loud clamor of the failed weapons is enough to draw the attention of his aggressor. Instantly, there’s a spray of coconuts being launched in his general direction. What’s more, is the fact that the commotion seems to have drawn backup. Backup chimpanzees, fully equipped with coconut rifles, lumbering over in his general direction. ]

Huh. Just my luck.


2. CHICKEN RUN

[ Despite not really needing the nutritional necessities most people require, Raiden still has to eat. Occasionally. And damn if some fried eggs and chicken doesn’t look good right about now. This is exactly what’s going through his mind as his one eye zeroes in on the delicious looking technicolored hen. The survivalist in him is telling him this potential poultry only means one thing: food.

Raiden draws his blade and begins stealthily approaching the nest. In a single swipe, he manages to behead the vibrant blue bird. He smirks to himself, finally feeling like maybe for the first time since his arrival, he got lucky.

Except, that bludroc apparently had a mate. As Raiden is stooping down to scoop up the eggs as well, a flustered little bird aggressively toddles over and begins… pecking at his face. Like, his one-good-eye-face.

Instantly, he’s attempting to bat it away. Which, to any potential onlookers might be pretty damn comical. ]

Hey! Knock it off! Can’t a guy grab a bite to eat in peace?

[ Headless chicken+angry boyfriend+confused cyborg=entertainment. ]

1; i'm so sorry for this

[asclepiansword]

[So today had taken a somewhat unplanned-for turn. He'd concluded he was probably in hell or some approximation of it, or FOXDIE had just made him utterly and hilariously delirious in his last few seconds. Much as 'infuriated' was Liquid's default state of being, right now he was stuck in a state of 'confused resignation' before hitting utter fury properly.]

[The appearance of what looked like a far more streamlined Gray Fox with a hilariously ineffective sai did not help matters, and neither did the simian army he had clearly aggravated.]

[Sure. This might as well happen.]

I should say luck has very little to do with the matter at hand. Are you just going to stand there, or do you plan to throw something else at them to fail utterly?

[With that irritated remark he took quick inventory of the situation; unarmed, naturally, and he didn't even have his coat. Maybe that would prove a problem for some people, but Liquid Snake was not 'some people'. What, was he of all people really going to die from getting shot with a coconut? Not bloody likely.]

Asch the Bloody | Tales of the Abyss | plz bear with my icons i can't buy a paid rn

[bloodyashes]

Birds?

Here's the great thing about birds: they are also edible. In fact, when you don't have anything to cook in - no pans or pots for boiling water - they're actually easier to deal with than the eggs. All you need is sticks and a knife.

Which, fortunately, is pretty much exactly what Asch has on hand. That and a sword that, well, he doesn't want to think too long about why it's here with him, honestly. Sure, it pisses off the flock as much as stealing eggs does, but he's dealt with much larger birds before -

Later, he can be found camped out with a small, controlled fire on carefully cleared ground, roasting a trio of the birds, already gutted. If you're the squeamish sort or just plain don't know what you're doing out in the jungle... Perhaps it's time to make friends?

(Or try, anyway. A broody-looking teenager in black and red might not be the friendliest creature around. How is he wearing all those layers without dying of the tropical heat, anyway?)

...Tock

The scene: A small freshwater pool, tucked up against the base of a cliff, pretty much perfect for bathing. Probably a bit chilly, but in this jungle that's more likely to be a blessing than anything.

The occupant: A teenage boy with long red hair and a semi-corporeal shadow accompaniment, very clearly having just taken advantage of the aforementioned pool. His hair is damp and hangs in clumps - not going to dry any time soon, really, with the jungle humidity - and he's yet to put any kind of a shirt back on, which leaves the numerous combat scars across his torso visible.

And, again, one shadow, which hovers almost too close behind him, close to invisible against the hung-up layers of his clothing. To his credit, Asch seems to be resolutely trying to ignore it as he fingers a series of holes in his black undershirt, but -

Well, the whole situation is enough to make anyone jumpy and suspicious anyway. There's a sword propped within reach against a rock, and with those scars? He probably knows how to use it.

[[Don't be scared off by Instinctive Prose Formatting, I'll match whatever.]]

Hickory Dickory Dock, here comes a (former) sorcelock! To the clock! I can't stop, doc!

[therealmarkusvelafi]

The relative peace of the scene is interrupted by a man - though not a hu-man - who seems to be looking for something. He stops, though, upon seeing the redhead. He... doesn't seem to pay much attention to the scars, really, instead focusing on the shadow behind Asch. For a second he pauses, then he approaches the spring, seemingly nonchalant. "Oh hey, water."

Notably, the man has horns. As he bends down to stick his water skin in the spring, his spade-tipped tail also pokes out from under his cloak. It's an... interesting combination. He takes a long pull from the now-full water skin, then speaks again. "So, do you know where we are? I mean, I totally do, I just need to know if you do, too."

Tomura Shigaraki | My Hero Academia

[corpserun]

1; apeshit

[This is quite the predicament. Monkeys with guns, which sounds like the start of a punchline, or an exceptionally shitty level, lording over some stupid jungle. He doesn't want to stay on this beach forever, but you know what sucks? Getting hit.

If he was back home, if Kurogiri was here, it wouldn't be an issue. They could just leave, stop dealing with this jungle platforming trash, and continue on their merry way. But nope! No, he has to be alone, on a shitty beach, with no Kurogiri and definitely no Noumus. At this point, he'd be happy if Dabi were here - or, hell, Toga, who he's sure would get a kick out of stabbing an ape for the first time.

It's frustrating. It has him clawing at his neck, scratching angry red lines into his skin. He paints quite the picture - thin, shaggy haired, and inexplicably covered in hands.]

2; mothercluck

[Something is going to die. Probably one of those awful, infuriating birds, which would be the most satisfying thing in his life at this moment.]

Oi, oi. Stop moving.

[Why aren't these stupid things listening?

Despite the way they're constantly running at him and pecking at him, they're difficult to grab a hold of. While he had been intending on getting something to eat, these stupid birds have really pissed him off.

Which means they have to go. Which would be easy, if he could just grab them.]

It doesn't have to be this hard.

[But he's going to miss again, almost unbalancing himself, while getting perhaps the most vicious peck yet straight to his exposed ankle.]

3; wildcard!

[mr. handman, hand me a hand]

2

[eyegowiththeflow]

[As entertaining as this spectacle might be, at some point she has to feel sorry for the poor birds being so tormented. Perhaps with a little sympathy to spare for their aggressor.]

[So it's after a few minutes of observation that she finally speaks up, letting her voice carry across the field.] Mayhap it might be time to consider a different approach?

Y'shtola | Final Fantasy XIV

[eyegowiththeflow]

Monkeying Around

The crack of discharged weapons sundered the air, the apes all pointing their weapons at the Miqo'te conjurer who faces them. Y'shtola did as she was wont, in such situations: with a gesture of her staff, she conjured a shield from will and aether, milky-white and translucent in midair before her. The flung coconuts stuck the barrier and halted, as if all motion had been drained from them in one moment.

But behind it, Y'shtola staggered slightly, her free hand lifted to her temple. "Something in the aether here is amiss," she said, her milky eyes staring into the shield as if she could see it more clearly than had she focused them. "Those beasts must be dispatched before they strike anew."

Vampire birds?

The refined, cultured conjurer lost something of her dignity as she watched the bludrocs move -- because behind her, her tail swished like that of a cat longing to pounce on a tasty morsel of a bird. Despite this slight concession to the anatomical reality of her form, however, Y'shtola did not pounce, nor did she indeed make much of any movements at all. The fingers of her left hand, curled by her chin, occasionally twitched slightly, but beyond that... well.

"With the options available to us, I am not entirely certain how to catch them," she finally had to admit.

[onemanstrash]

Y'shtola isn't the only one with their tail doing their own thing. The wolfskin stands close by, clearly of the same mind as he watches the bludrocs wander around caring for their nests and eggs. His own tail wags behind him, the thought of fresh meat being more than a little pleasing to him and his empty stomach.

"Go after their nests and it's gonna be easy to pick one of 'em off while they're all distracted. Trust me on this." He says while offering her a grin and a thumbs up. Curiously his hair seems to be dotted with brilliantly coloured feathers, showing that perhaps he's already had a run in with the birds before.

Cyrus Crautz | Original Character | ota!

[soulist]

motherclucker

[ Well Cyrus was not expecting his first encounter with wildlife here to go quite like this but he's not going to go down that easy either! He's readying his sword arm as he tries to keep those birds away from doing any damage to others around him. He'll be coughing into his metallic hand all the while, before a blast of air erupts around him and sends the birds flying off a good distance away. The sword approach was just not working and with his cough getting worse...he really doesn't have time for this right now!! ]

We should go, now. [ Before they wind up coming back and attacking again. ]

tick tock goes the clock

[ Cyrus is starting to get a little peeved at the shadow following him. The ticking in particular is just strange but the fact that it's becoming more humanoid in shape is worrisome too. He's been good about ignoring it for the most part but he sometimes strays a glance back at it before looking away again. He coughs into his hand as he looks to see if anyone else is having the same problem, the shadow mimics him from behind. This is starting to really piss him off... ]

You know anything about this thing? [ He'll ask anyone nearby or who also has a shadow with them as well. ]

"i'll tag tonight" said lexy, three days ago hey motherclucker

[catpiper]

Okay.

[She wanted to leave, like, yesterday so this new plan doesn't bother her one bit. Between this ill sounding newcomer and the flock of angry birds hellbent on keeping their eggs, it doesn't seem like a good idea to stick around. She's already running towards whatever direction doesn't have a mass of blue birds hanging around, only looking back to see if he's coming.

Follow her??]

connor murphy | dear evan hansen

[yourattention]

anyway fuck the reboot who let draco malfoy in here

[Connor might not be super athletic or strong, but he remembers how to play baseball. His father certainly spent enough time trying to teach him, trying get him to like "proper" activities like sports, that he's at least halfway decent at it.

Admittedly, it's still probably not a great idea to grab a piece of driftwood and treat the coconuts like baseballs. There's no reason to worry, right? This is all a dream and everyone knows dreams don't have consequences.]

this is worse than mcdonalds during saucegate

Okay, hear me out.

[Among the many things that Connor's eccentric mother did instead of taking care of her children was raise chickens. That lasted for about a month before they discovered chickens are mean mothercluckers and gave them away, but Connor remembers what frantic googling taught him: you have to establish yourself as top chicken. These aren't exactly chickens, but he assumes the principle is the same.]

You gotta grab the little bastard's legs, flip him over, and tuck him under your arm.

well call me captain hook and feed me to a crocodile
(cw: suicide mention)

[It's fine at first. He can ignore the weird things following him like he ignores so many other things: responsiblities, his sister, everyone who looks at him with pity in their eyes. He ignores the way they whisper Connor, disappointed and full of pity he doesn't want. But they get more solid the more he glances at them, looking like the shape of everything he failed to be, and then they start ticking. It sounds like deadlines, like his mother's disappointment, like the ever-present knowledge that he? He is living on borrowed time in this dream.

The paranoia creeps in again, even though he'd been - it had been better. It was always better in his dreams, but this felt - he felt more stable than he had in a long time and he's so. He'd just wanted to keep it for a little longer. Feel normal for a little longer.]

What do you want from me, huh? You - I was. I was already dead, you asshole! I already took care of that for you, but [He laughs. It's a broken, sad thing.] here I am. I can't even do that right.

[ooc: or wildcard, i guess! i'll also match format if you're not into brackets.]

chicken versus rick and morty fans- FIGHT

[achievementhunter]

[They've never dealt with chickens and it's far too obvious. The slightest flap of wings has Chara flinching away, clearly expecting a threat when-- really, they're just birds. They're just big, blue birds, that have eggs in the waking world. Eggs that could be cooked, a renewable resource. Handling them should be no problem at all.

They just have to uh. Handle them.

Connor's insight into proper handling of the damned creatures gains very little past a blank stare.]

Excuse me?

[intomermaids]

Motherclucker

[ If you happen to be looking in the direction of the huge flock of blue peacocks, you might find one lone Paladin, shifting where the space allows between the birds. There are small ones, and yeah... they're pretty cute.

But also, Lance is hungry. He knows a good looking bird when he sees one-- almost as well as he knows a good looking woman when he sees one.

Too bad he's not a great judge of character. He reaches down to pick up a baby bird, and the surrounding flock begins garbling and crowing angrily at him. He drops the little bird when he is pecked in his hip, which-- ]

Auuugh! C'mon, there's plenty of you around, and only one of me! [ he groans in frustration as the flock hurries away, the promise of death and dismemberment fast on their little beaky mouths. Lance crosses his arms and watches them from afar...

There's gotta be a way to get closer... ]

Apeshit!

[ it didn't take long to find one. A walking, howling, gun slinging monkey-man. Incredible. Incredible. Lance pulls forth his mighty weapon-- only to find that the gun itself is...not forming? It's still in key form?

Normally it just????? Works immediately?????? Lance glares at it angrily!! ]

C'mon, work you stupid-- [ he taps it against his hip and it finally transforms into his gun! He grins wildly, pulling the larger ranged weapon to sit at his shoulder. ]

Lance, sharpshooter extraordinaire, takes his place to end the evil monkey reign once and for all.

[ he takes a lower position behind a fallen tree, aiming carefully-- despite his arrogance, he's able to take a clean shot and fell one monkey. Which is cause for celebration! Yas! Yasss, queen! YAS! ]

Heck yes!

[ the screech of another monkey and the rude fire of a nearby firearm causes Lance to pull himself behind a local tree and use it as a shield for cover! No way to get a good shot here.

Also, what the hell is going on?! ]

Couldn't resist - Ape shit

[thermalwind]

[A few more coconuts hammer into the tree before angry screeching erupts and something much more solid hits the trunk. The forest goes silent.

A familiar knife with a glowing sigil quivers in the trunk until a hand comes out the dark and rips it out.]

I dealt with the problem. You can come out now.

[Keith pivots to keep an eye on the tree but watches for any trouble in the woods. The hell he's getting smacked with another coconut. That shit hurts!]

Peter Quill/Star-Lord | MCU

[neverbreakthechain]

this is the worst vacation i've ever been on, and i want a refund

it was a thing that they'd discussed every now and then on the Milano - 'we need a vacation after we've saved the galaxy twice!' 'The galaxy can be left alone for like one week, right? It's enough to sip tequila on the beach all together.' Rocket had exnayed the beach idea to begin with - apparently water and cybernetics definitely did not mix. Quill could understand that on some level, but he'd still managed to convince his raccoon pal by noting that water wasn't necessary, just good alcohol and a good time. The word 'alcohol' was enough to entice him, and Quill mentally noted that eventually, eventually, he'd probably have to stage some kind of intervention. But not soon. He wasn't prepared yet to experience constantly-sober Rocket Raccoon. That was something that could kill an entire fleet.

But now he was actually on a beach. It was a real, genuine vacation! ....Just, none of his friends were here. Which was making it far less enjoyable. Plus, there was that...was that howling?

It was howling. Directly from the jungle. And apparently, his mind wasn't working right, because he felt like he probably needed to check that--and the minute he walked in far enough into the jungle (which seemed normal, for the most part, up until this point), he encountered...oh. Shit. Those were monkeys. Those were monkeys with guns.

And they were staring right at him.

Quill threw up his hands in a 'don't shoot', gesture. "Uh. Hey, guys. Guys? ....Are some of you girls?" Well, if a raccoon talked, there was a chance they'd get this. Maybe. "Look, I'm not going to take your ape king off to New York or anything, and I definitely do not want any of your bananas. So how about we just part ways without violence? How about that?"

....They didn't look agreeable.

once a thief, always a thief, that's the way it goes

Quill was no stranger to thievery. Being that the Ravagers were what they were, the idea of 'you're small, scrawny, and can fit into tiny places' as a child was a rather familiar one. This, however, was a far different story in terms of what he was stealing - it wasn't something valuable that'd go on a space black market for a hefty price, it wasn't something that Ravagers showed any interest in.

It was an egg.

The man darted through the jungle, a flurry of blue and feathers following him. "Excuse me, sorry, pardon me, if you hear squawking I'm sorry in advance!" Was there anyone ahead? Hell if he knew. He just knew that behind him was a flock of angry, blue birds, and in his hand was an egg, because when you're trapped on an island for who knows what or how, you have to eat.

It was probably going to taste like shit, too. But it was something.

A little birdy tells me you're new to dwrp- welcome!

[achievementhunter]

The man talks. The monkeys do not understand, nor are they flattered. Looks like they aren't interested in conversation.

Nobody is happy about this.

...

One person is mildly happy with this. Low to the ground, they've been waiting for a window of opportunity to present itself for some time- simple, to get closer to where the monkeys were camping (keeping watch? guarding? difficult to tell). Much more difficult to catch them off-guard. They hadn't precisely been counting on the man's abrupt interference, but hey. Chara's not complaining.

With his loud attempts at placating the simians, Quill is the only one who might just see them; a child, slinking out of the undergrowth. Knife in hand, they creep- just a little closer...

Before leaping on the nearest ape's back, knife sinking down between it's shoulder blades. Immediately, it howls, already trigger-happy companions whirling around to fire. When you've just been stabbed in the back, would taking a series of coconut projectiles to the face and torso be considered insult, or injury?

Eric Cartman | South Park

[friendsareheathens]

there's not even a hamster or panflutes to save me from this mess

The thirteen-year old boy huffed out a sigh as he adjusted the cap on his head. It was just that kind of luck he went through - one day he was in an area full of snow, the next day - whoops, sorry Eric, looks like you've just woken up on a beach in your crappy jacket and pants and no one around, because, you know, that's something you totally wanna deal with. Not that he wasn't used to random bullshit being an issue, but usually someone else would've been around by this point.

Not this time, apparently. No sign of anyone anywhere, and he'd been waiting about a good hour. He was getting antsy, honestly, and he'd already taken his coat off, holding it close to him. Hmph. Logically, he could've taken his cap off as well - but possibly risk it being taken? Hahaha. Fuck no. The cap was staying with him.

But his impatience was getting the better of him, and for that, he began wandering into the jungle. It didn't feel like anything he did here would have consequence - something would happen, and hell, maybe he'd wake up at home, eat a full box of Cheesy Poofs to recover from whatever random crap was no doubt going to happen now, and tell the rest of the guys about it later.

That was about when he heard the sound of what he could only imagine were some seriously pissed-off gorillas from up ahead, and he froze in his path. Well. He wasn't alone, at least...

birds are stupid anyway

Eric Cartman would be the first to admit that he wasn't particularly good in physical education. Not in the least. He was the slowest in the class constantly, he was pathetic when it came to most sports - he actively dreaded baseball season most years because he knew hat everyone's parents were going to push them into baseball, and his mom would no doubt keep encouraging him to do it - "Eric, all your little friends are joining, why don't you?" And finally he'd break and he'd be in for another boring season.

The reason why this was mentioned was that he was currently running from a group of angry birds. Well. 'Running.' They were gaining on him pretty fast, made worse by the fact that he was holding his jacket over one arm and huffing as he--oh, SHIT.

He tripped over an exposed root of a tree on the ground, and....splat. Fell right on his face, and the two eggs he was carrying in his arms....cracked. "Oh, GODDAMMIT!"

And then the birds replied with a squawk. A still very furious squawk. Oh. Right.

Well, this wasn't going to be fun.

bug spray isn't going to help this, is it

Bugs. Bugs were pretty annoying, but they could still be swatted. Not like he was going to bother with that now, though. That was really more or less 'when they piss me off too much, it'll happen, it's a matter of time'. But that last word was something his mind latched onto. Time. Passage of time. Why? It wasn't like his cellphone was a thing to check time. No, that was probably back at home. And he didn't have a watch, either.

....Were those bugs speaking to him?

Eric, Eric, Eric, Eric...

The boy froze, gave the bugs a questioning look, and then frowned. "Okay, knock off the creepy bullshit, whoever is doing this. It's not funny, dude, I'm seriously. Who're you trying to kid--" And his breath caught in his throat.

The only thing that crossed his mind was a creeping sense of paranoia and the ever-present tick-tick-tick-tick....

YOU DON'T HAVE ANY TAGS SO. Sorry for the terrible. Also, Monkeys.

[scleramelani]

As luck would have it, Cartman, you're not alone. Uta doesn't want to get hit by a coconut - blunt force trauma, while recoverable from, hurts like a bitch - but he does want to get around, which means he's prowling through the jungle.

He spots the kid, and pauses for a second. Doesn't seem like the place to find children in winter gear, but this is not a normal island, it'd seem. "You real?" His voice is flat as he comes out of the brush.

Fray Myste | FFXIV

[youneedonly]

Monkey see, monkey shoot

[Well that's no bloody good.

The first volley doesn't exactly scare Fray off, but it certainly makes him cautious enough to watch carefully. Last thing he needs is to get on the bad side of the local beast tribe immediately.

Aren't you supposed to run into the sympathetic faction first and help them with their problems, and only then get sent to have your face eaten by aggressive field mobs?

Still, guns - and especially cannons - take time to be reloaded. Any Ishgardian child knows this, given how often the city uses proper metal ones against the Dravanians. So when the volley does eventually slow for exactly that purpose...

No respectable dark knight goes quietly into battle, right?]

Come here, you bastards, it's my turn now!

[CHARGE!]

Did someone lose a watch?

[The good thing about being a dark knight is that it results in a tendency to not jump at the slightest shadow. The bad thing is that it leads to a natural suspicion of those shadows, even with a dreamlike fuzz on everything. Even in his dreams, Fray tends to be wary.

Whispered names - the downside of the dreamlike state, really, because outside of it Fray would be wise enough to know that he hasn't actually given his name to anyone on the island, yet - lead to quiet ticking leads to... Well, natural precautions, as far as he's concerned.

Which is why, whoever you are and whatever direction you come from, you now have a very large sword levelled at your neck, by a man in black armor with a rather unsettling aura. Better get talking, fast!]

[scourgingstars]

...Now, that's not very polite a greeting.

[Ardyn didn't so much as blink at the sword aimed at his neck, yellow eyes glancing over the one wielding it. Hm...almost reminded him of another masked swordsman, but in quite a different color scheme.]

Most usually start with a 'hello'.

Uta | Tokyo Ghoul

[scleramelani]

Just Another Manic Monkey

Ok. So the beach is full of monkeys. With guns. And they're preventing passage onto the island. This is just super.

Normally Uta would be content just hanging out and killing other new arrivals as needed, but today he's bored. And the monkeys are starting to come closer. So he does what any sensible person, in his opinion, would do. He picks up a coconut and uses it like a hackeysack.

The monkeys, curious now, move closer - and then he strikes, kicking the coconut effortlessly towards one and knocking it out of the tree. "Good, now they'll focus on me... You, go."

Hickory Dickory Dock

The shadows are... strange, admittedly, but Uta's seen many strange things in his life, and this hardly registers. He looks up at the approach of another person, curious, pausing in the process of carving a mask from a coconut husk. "Oh, you've got one too."

Hey it's Sunday that's my fun day

[onemanstrash]

"You want me to go? What, are you really trying to pull some kind of 'lone wolf I don't need help' thing right now?"

The man nearby sporting wolf ears and a tail makes no attempt to get away from the incoming monkeys. If anything he's grinning while holding another coconut which he soon tosses into the sand in front of Uta.

"Anyway, let's see that trick again. How abooout... That one, aim at the monkey in the tree on the right!" The angry screaming the monkeys make does nothing to deter him or put him on edge. Even the sight of some of them loading their coconut guns does nothing. Keaton just wants to see another kick like before.

Sachiko Shinozaki | Corpse Party | [Tick Tock]

[foreverafter]

[ Sachiko barely gives her shadow a once over before turning away and walking along the beaten path. This was like home. Being let outside to run around was a treat. Don't get her wrong, she is still VERY ANGRY to be ripped from her tether like puppet strings, that her beautiful home was probably now being passed down to one of her useless hand-crafted grunts. She'll take it back. She's not afraid.

It has been very long since she's been afraid.

She hears her name and says hello back. She hears the moths and reminds herself of the dead ones littered in husks about her classroom windows. Sachiko is neither seven or sixty years old, she's some sort of lost time of words and actions that blurred through the planes of her school, but she knows places like this crawl with abysmal things. Her eyes wide, she takes in all the misty air her dead, dry lungs can feel.

So good.

She sees someone your character in the distance. Maybe blending in will help her. Even in her bright red clotted dress. There's only one thing in her hand-- a pair of scissors.

Snip. Snip. Snip. ]

Hey... I'm lost. I got taken away from my school... I washed up on the shore... [ She lifts her head, and if they're close enough, they can see that one of her eyes is white. ] I don't know where my family is-- [ Hiccups. The weaker she looks, the more her snipping noises might appear as a nervous tic. ] -- did they drown? Please...

[ Long and drawn out, these sounds may echo against the tick of the clock she can't hear yet. She doesn't run for her target, she just approaches quietly with a limping gait... what on Earth would they even do? KILL her? That'd be so fun! ]

[ feel free to give a smaller reply! i was just setting up the mood ]

This is a bad idea. :D

[esper_magic]

[ Terra doesn't know anything about Sachiko's anger or situation, but she was worried when she heard the voice of a small girl. Also snipping sounds. What was that? She glanced over at Sachiko, a hand pressed to her opposite arm - a nervous habit of her own. ]

Hello? [ Washed up on the shore? A new person then - it was much better than her waking up in a cage like with those monkeys. She's... a little taken aback at the white eye, but still, this was a child. ]

I'm... certain that isn't it. Maybe they just washed up somewhere else. [ A hesitant glance around followed - yeah she didn't want to tell the kid she was probably here separated from her family. But it suddenly dawns on her that Sachiko was limping. ]

Are you hurt...?

Caelina Gwynlaw | OC

[voicebreaking]

Planet of the Apes

[ Caelina knows right away that this place isn't Adryae. She can practically smell it, a saltwater tang to the air that's absent from the lands she's familiar with. She should be concerned with how she'd ended up here but for the moment, she's more concerned with getting out of here and finding her companions.

She's cautious as she goes inching into the jungle. Each step is quiet and careful but it's not quite enough. Try as she might to avoid them, she ends up in a confrontation with the apes. And she's a traveller, not a warrior. So rather than actually try to fight, she simply flees back onto the beach. Or tries to anyway, because in all the panic, there she goes over some roots hidden in the undergrowth and her ankle wrenches horribly in all the wrong ways.

Cursing to herself, she half-crawls, half drags herself back to the beach and it's only when she's at the very edge of the trees that Caelina can finally pull herself up to her feet. She cringes the instant she puts any weight on her ankle and has to lean heavily on the tree just to keep herself upright.

Perfect.

She squints into the sun, the blinding white of the sand and the swimming heat in the air until she finally spots something on the beach that probably won't murder her -- another person. Lifting her free hand, she waves as best she can without overbalancing herself. ]

Excuse me! You there! Might I ask for a moment of your time?

[yourattention]

[Do you know how you know this is a dream, Caelina? Because the person you're trying to flag down is sitting on the beach painting his nails like there's not a monkey war going on in the jungle behind him. He doesn't even look up from what he's doing when he answers.]

Does whatever you're going to ask me involve the monkeys? Because I already got my ass kicked by them and it's actually not fun to be Woody Harrelson.