GIRLS JUST WANNA HAVE SNOM

[indigo_events]

Who: ANYONE AND EVERYONE
Where: ANYWHERE AND EVERYWHERE
When: JANUARY 24-26TH
Summary: GET IN HERE AND MINGLE
Rating: BUT PLEASE MARK YOUR THREAD CONTENT ACCORDINGLY
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Homestuck | VR!Jane Crocker (OTA)

[cyan_maid]

Oh, of course it happens this month. And I'd really thought we would just skip by a winter where one of these doesn't happen...

[Jane is just. Thrilled* with the reality-warping shenanigans of 4th Wall. (* - Not Thrilled.) She's been through a fair amount of them at this point, and knowing how screwey they make everything does not give her any assurance. So, she's doing what she can to sort of just get through it and carry on with her day. Days. However long this weirdness actually lasts, it's always rather fuzzy, the main point is that she's decided to just keep things chill and nice for anyone who gets thrown her way.

Jane's staying put outside her house in Goldenrod City, watching the flow of traffic shift and change. There's a sign up - Free Hot Cocoa and Cookies! :B - and an actual small folding table put out with, you guessed it: three hot drink dispensers full of hot cocoa, sturdy paper cups with a playful pattern on them, and labeled tins of cookies. What kind? Any kind! It doesn't seem like Jane has to refill the tins or thermoses, either. She's sitting outside all bundled up, her various Pokemon playing in the snow in the front lawn. Dinah in particular has seemed to befriend a Snom, and they are making snowmen.

But there's a new Pokemon, too, shyly sticking to Jane's side and taking teeny tiny sips out of her own cup of cocoa, seemingly too shy to join in on the fun just yet. Who this friend???]

cw.... slight nsfw (Dirk-typical language)

[uber_marionettist]

[Shit. Free cookies.

And I can't help but notice they're unspecified, which means I can declare the selection to contain anything I want, within some degree of reasonable assumption. Orange vanilla? Yeah, that sounds good.

Anyway. There's something else about this nonspecifically varied cookie setup that's actually much more important than what kind of confections I'm showing up for. Specifically, the part where Jane, or whatever narrative force is puppeteering Jane, is fully aware of the mechanical loopholes here and is taking full advantage of them to... what, exactly?

That's the question. But I'll admit, the cookies are a pretty effective lure. So consider me baited.

I turn up in full kit and costume, by which I mean pretty much entirely the digs she sent me for Christmas, plus whatever's warm enough to prevent my balls from physically retracting into my body. Let's say I'm walking. I live in the area, it's fine.

I walk up and I pause, and I don't take a cookie. Yet.]

Sup.

Fire Emblem: Three Houses | Flayn (OTA)

[cethflayn]

[Hm!

Hm hm hm. This is a most interesting feeling. It seems, for now at least, that Flayn's magic has returned to her - she can feel its presence filling up her being, coursing through her veins like a renewed energy. And she's checked her ears - they're how they ought to be, and they are hidden.

If you're traveling down any of the Johto Routes, you might run into Flayn. She's laughing, twirling, singing to herself, letting little bursts of Faith magic furl from her hands like glittering snow, and the local Pokemon are entranced. Or you might see her...

...

You might see her covered in like ten Snom, laughing and trying to pet them all. You can't pet every Snom, but Flayn FireEmblem sure will try.]

Oh my goodness! They are like jewels, and yet - so squishy!

[This is amazing.]

[paladinlost]

[Giving wild Pokémon an impromptu magic show? What an excellent idea! These moments of power only happen a few times a year, after all, and it'd be a shame to waste them.

So, after a few moments, little greenish sparks start showing up alongside Flayn's spells. They're not quite like Faith magic, but similar enough that they can be recognized as weak healing spells.

Cecil himself is sitting some distance away, supervising his Clefable as she prepares a handful of sandwiches.]

Asriel Dreemurr | Undertale | OTA

[better2do]

Oh, wow...it's been a while.

[At least, for Asriel, it feels like it's been a while since he was in Johto, let alone Cherrygrove City. He's his normal self, too, which must mean it's one of those weekends again - where once he felt fear that it was only a matter of time until he reverted into leaves and petals, for now he feels...at peace. Calm.

But he's not talking to a person, or even to himself - he's talking to the Floette with the yellow flower whose floaty pirouettes bring a genuine smile to his face. He may not have all of his old Pokemon friends, but at least he has one.]

How've you been, Gracie? I'm...sorry I left you.

[God he sounds so fucking sad. And yet, happy? It's a weird mix. Maybe you should check on this kid to see if he's okay.]

Thida (OC) | Splatoon (OTA)

[agent3]

Uuuuuuugh! This's butts!!

[A short teenage girl is stomping through most cities today, each one seeming to blend into the other as she grumpily travels. And why is she so grumpy?

Well, Thida hadn't expected to leave Johto at all.

It's good to be an Inkling here, sure, but how can she enjoy it knowing that she's left, and might not stay? You'll probably hear her complaints from at least a block away, if you go looking for her. Come calm her down?]

[sleepallthewayhome]

[Yes, hello. Newt knows that voice. She'd been walking along when...]

Thida!

[Have a Newt running towards you. She missed you!]

Dwyer | Fire Emblem: Fates (OTA)

[notthatbutler]

[Oh, give him a break. Give him a break already! Why's Dwyer have to tumble into this weird place again now? And without anything to make that excellent coffee with, too!

You may notice this tired, dour young man walking your way on most routes, moving slowly, clutching a sleeping Wynaut to his chest. (Lucky little thing, Dia is.) You may also notice that several Pokemon are trailing after him, stopping when he stops, ducking out of view when he turns around. But he knows they're there. An excellent butler doesn't let things go unnoticed, after all.]

...Please stop following us...

[No response. Dwyer turns, resumes walking. The strange Pokemon emerge and follow again. Dwyer prickles visibly, but what can he do? He's not making Dia fight all of them, Dia is small! And tired! And a friend! All he can do is let out a long, pitiful groan.

Someone help him.]

Jimmy Darling | AHS | OTA

[anexcitableboy]

Well shit.

It's like waking up into a dream. A forgotten dream, because Jimmy had gone a whole lotta years without a single memory of this world or his time here. Funny how that works, like it wasn't even real. Except now, finding himself standing in a city that's feeling more familiar by the second, it feels more real than anything.

"God damn promised land! Ha. Can't believe I forgot this place."

He's looking different than when he called this place home. He's older now, his greaser leather and tight t-shirts with rolled up sleeves traded in for a casual button down and ironed jeans, the pompadour replaced with a clean brush back. But the smile is the same.

He'd be worried if he didn't know for a fact it doesn't matter that he's here, or for how long. Nothing changes back home, he'll be back on that couch with his girls like nothing ever happened.

But in the meantime...here's hoping some of his old friends are still around.

[fuelthefire]

At least one old friend is still around. This one, the big beefy one. Jimmy's not the only one who looks different. Almost a year ago Krieg decided to let (some of) his hair grow out, and retired his full face-covering mask for one that only covered half his face. He's still allergic to shirts, and somewhere along the way he's picked up a pair of Eeveeloution shadows - one Sylveon and one Espeon are constantly at his side - but he's still, pretty obviously, Krieg.

It's one of those weird weekends again, and once again Krieg has stepped outside and into the streets of a different city than the one he'd gone to sleep in the night before. That's all old hat by now. He knows the chances of seeing someone he misses have risen by quite a lot, and that the likelihood that his missed person will also remember him has also improved.

He doesn't immediately recognize Jimmy by sight this time - it's amazing what a different hairstyle will do for a guy - but he knows that voice. Maybe Jimmy sees Krieg stop short and stare for a long hard moment, or maybe he's only alerted to Krieg's presence when Krieg exclaims,

"Jim Dear!"

Either way, Jimmy's in for one big ol' Psycho bear hug.

Scintilla Caminus | FFXIV [WoL OC] | 5.x spoilers possible

[lightsmith]

[There is a very confused woman in Ecruteak City today, dressed in a leather jacket and armored boots. Also the ears and tail of a cat, because that's clearly an entirely normal thing. At first, she could be found sitting on a bench with a particularly ornery Snom in her arms, wiggling about and making noises sounding suspiciously like 'scree'.]

[Later on, the damaged temple would find her and the slightly cranky Snom on her shoulder contributing to the restoration work; Scintilla's carpentry skills were lacking, but as far as metalworking went she was clearly an able hand. Particularly with a Litten helping out in place of any proper forge with the occasional flicker of flames.]

Ignis Scientia | FFXV/azume CRAU

[discutio]

[Some newcomers were both more and less perplexed by the situation; one of which was the man in dark clothes and mirrored sunglasses. Being aware of finding oneself abruptly elsewhere was difficult enough when one could see it, and doubly so when they couldn't. Sure, he was in Goldenrod City, but it wasn't like he knew much more than the indistinct sounds of a fairly settled and occupied area. A good start, he had to acknowledge.]

[Luckily, an Absol and shiny green-toned Jolteon circled around his feet, Ignis simply folding his arms and listening; he seemed hardly more than moderately inconvenienced, rather than in any sense of shock or discombobulation.]

Your Scottish BFF Gloria | Pokemon Sword/Shield | WARNING: Scottish Swearing

[fookinfightme]

[This. Is definitely NOT the Galar region. It's much too warm, for starters. And yet somehow, everywhere Gloria looks she can see the unmistakable shape of a Pokémon that is very familiar to her... Snoms. Snoms everywhere. And really all she can think to say in that moment is--]

Arr ye fookin' kiddin' me wi' this shite.

[She can't even be bothered to go on a catching spree or anything; she already has a Snom of her own safely hidden in her Poké-storage back home. So really this whole thing is just... a massive inconvenience. Which she makes abundantly clear by starting to practically shout at them all.]

Wouldje mind ge'in' ou'a me way?! Ah've got tae figure oot wheir ah am!

Heeeeck yeah

[acmellash]

Oh sorry, was taking in the familiar yet unfamiliar landscape.

[Ash stepped out of Gloria's way, rubbing his head.] Trying to get the lay of the land, and wondering why I can't pass over this bump in the road. [He kicked at the raised ledge. Really? REALLY?]

I could swear I've been here multiple times and forgot all about this place.

Champion Ash Ketchum (Satoshi) | Pocket Monsters 2019

[acmellash]

[Oh. It must be Tuesday.

Nope, the calendar said it was the 24th. Hmm, must be off base. Without Rotom-dex to nag him, and Pikachu on his shoulder, Ash was rubbing his head as he tapped his Rotom Phone.]

I wonder if Sakuragi-sensei will pick up... What do you think Pikachu?

Pika...?

I'm not getting any answer. Lemme try Professor Kukui. Pikachu, did you remember to pack anything with you this time?

[Pikachu darted into their bag, and held out a change of underpants. Ash sighed a little.] Yeah, I expected as much. I should have remembered to email Professor Kukui for the Z-Ring when I felt something weird was about to happen. Aw well. At least we're in the middle of a snow storm where nothing bad could happen. Right?

Connie Maheswaran (OTA) | Steven Universe Future | Potential App

[conniemaheswaran]

SNOM SNOM SNOM SNOM SNOM (Entry)
[They came in hordes. Rolling over the hills, tumbling through the plains, wobbling through the forests... a tidal wave of the primeval force known as Snom. This meant that when Connie fell out of the aurora shimmering in the sky, there was a convenient carpet of squishy (and surprisingly resilient) Snom beneath her to cushion her landing.]

[This also meant that the startled Snom dog(bug?)piled on her all at once in retaliation, and now she's buried under three feet of solid Snom.]

[After the second hour of adorbugle imprisonment, Connie's struggle to break free finally amounts to one last, desperate hope: a hole in the blanket of Snom that she can poke her arm through and into the outside wow it is cold out there.]

Can somebody please give me a hand here? [Connie yells at the top of her lungs, which comes out rather muffled through the pile of Pokémon.]

swordfighting god rn, lmk if you want any of her drops (Silly Prompt)
Okay. Okay okay okay, [Connie mutters to herself, teeth chattering and boots crunching through the snow as she treks through the forest. Thankfully, the wintry weather back home meant that she came prepared in an appropriate outfit, unnecessarily puffy jacket and all, but still. It was way too cold.] So. I'm trapped in an alternate reality for the foreseeable future, stranded in a cold, inhospitable wilderness, and have none of these knockoff Portcré* things on me to defend myself with. That just about sums it up, I think.

[Connie sighs, rubbing her arms.] Think, Connie. Priority one is finding civilization again. I don't want to die of hypothermia tonight, my mom would kill me if she found-

[A blur of blue, the sound of steel being drawn. Connie pivots, her own blade suddenly in her hands.] Who's there?

[The only response she got was a low howl, and a giant blue dog with gold armor padding out of the trees. It bowed its head towards Connie, a regal sword held between its teeth.]

[Lowering her sword a fraction of an inch, Connie stared deep into Zacian's eyes, and found something familiar: a proud warrior's spirit, burning with passion.] Do... do you want to spar with me?

[Zacian nodded.]

Will you take me back to civilization if I do?

[Another nod.]

Alright. [Connie takes a deep breath, then settles into her fighting stance once more.] Then let's go!

[The impact of the clash can be seen from miles around. Trees fall, the ground shakes, the normally-fearless horde of Snom flees... somebody should probably investigate.]

*Short for Portable Creatures

Damn, pika, you live like this? (Network)
Hello! My name's Connie, and I arrived here a day ago. I have just- okay, I have a lot of questions, but the one that seems the most pressing is the one I'm here to ask:

Are things normally this absolutely bonkers, or is this a special occasion? I saw two kaiju duking it out in the sea just a few hours ago. I swordfought a big blue dog, and it carried me to Goldenrod City before vanishing into a puff of mist. If things are this crazy all year round, and tips for dealing with it?

It's a marshmallow world (Network)
I have been informed that, in all likelihood, me and everybody else who just came here are going to vanish back to wherever we came from (hopefully our homes) sometime tomorrow, and that everyone will remember these past few days like a dream afterwards.

Which is kind of depressing, if I'm being honest.

So here's what I suggest: if we're only going to be here for a little while longer, we should make the most of it! I'm organizing a bonfire party for all of the outworlders, including people who haven't just arrived, so we can all hang out and swap stories one last time before this all fades away. It's happening outside Goldenrod City tonight, if anybody's interested.

The world is your snowball, see how it grows (Mingle)
[Exactly as Connie had promised, a bonfire springs up outside of Goldenrod City that night, standing defiant against the winter's cold. Plastic tables with cups of warm cocoa and even a few chairs to sit on and relax have been provided. A variety of colorful characters are already milling around, chattering and clutching their warm drinks tight. Connie herself stands near the bonfire, talking with her guests and enjoying the warmth of the flames.]

[But in the lulls in between conversations, she stares up at the sky, at the beautiful aurora shimmering above, and a melancholy smile tugs at her face. This is (probably) your last chance to talk to her.]

[[OOC: This one has a lot of prompts because I'm planning on using these threads as samples for Connie's app. Sorry.]]

SNOM SNOM SNOM SNOM SNOM

[notyourgoddess]

[Hearing the cry for help Maya goes to investigate and ...yup that's a pile of strange pokemon squishing someone.]

Just a second, let me get you out of there!

[With her powers back, Maya will use her phaselock to lift large amounts of the creatures off the pile, one giant purple bubble at a time]

Aster Kairos | DnD OC

[malaphar]

[Unlike most or perhaps even all visitors, this one was purple with horns and a tail. Probably not actually a Pokemon himself.]

[But definitely running through Lavender Town, his tail practically snapping in irritation as he chased a Nickit with a sheathed dagger in its mouth.]

Get back here, you furry little shit, it's not a pair if there's only one of them!

[in4apounding]

[Of course he's not a Pokemon. He's obviously- ....a Fa-a-a-aunus? Probably. With a fondness for hairdye and body paint? It's a nice color-scheme, at least.]

Sir? Did that Pokemon steal your weapon?

[She's keeping pace pretty easily, looks like.]

Pearl | Steven Universe | OTA

[rebelmom]

i.

[Oh they're not gems. Oh stars, they wriggle. Why must they wriggle so much?

Dealing with situations like this was so much easier when she could just twirl her weapon and poof little nuisances like these. But these creatures are organic, and that means sticking them with something sharp is likely to kill them outright. Going on a killing spree is not the best way to make a good impression in a new place.

So she stands very still, a very unhappy grimace on her face as the little creatures crawl around her. One of them squirms over her foot, sending a disgusted twitch up her spine. Ew.

There's only one other pokemon in the area aside from the army of snoms, and that's the chatot perched delicately on top of Pearl's head. It seems perfectly fine with the situation.]

I knew I should have stayed home and washed the dishes today.

ii.

No, no. I can handle this. It's just like a cell phone. Sort of.

[The gem gently brushes away the small colorful bird pokemon that's been following her as it pecks at the top of her pokegear.] Let's see... radio, radio... also radio... Aha! This one's for communication, I'm sure.

[She taps at a button herself just as there's a grumble from below her. Pearl sets the device aside for a moment to pat the furry surface she's sitting on - the stomach of a snorlax she's been riding down the river for the last half hour. It's riding the current on its back, lazily falling in and out of slumber.]

What, are we stopping? Have we reached the town yet?

[It grumbles again, but doesn't move, just keeps floating along. It's then that Pearl spies someone on the shore. She stands quickly, waving.]

Oh, hello! Hi there! Yes, you! Can I get some quick directions?

iii.

[Wildcard. Anything else.]

ii

[conniemaheswaran]

Sorry, I can't help you. [Connie chuckles, rubbing the back of her head.] This little guy seems to know where they're going, [she jabs a finger at the Honedge gently tugging her along by its ribbon] but just as lost as you- [Judging by the grass and mud stains all over her outfit, she isn't lying.]

Wait. Pearl? Is that you? [Connie stomps through the snow towards the river.] OhMyGosh it is. I'd ask how you got here, but considering that nobody on this planet seems to know the answer to that question, I'm pretty sure that would be pointless.

Fire Emblem: Awakening | Airlocked!Lucina (OTA)

[challengesfate]

Oh...this...cannot be good.

[Those are words said from experience, and while Lucina should be used to finding herself in strange places without any explanation, she is far more familiar with those situations leading to fear, death, and spiraling descents into madness. Gods, at least she isn't unused to the technology around her, not after all these years of learning and observation. She squints against the daylight as a Flechling lands on her shoulder, at ease with its perch.

To be honest, even this weak winter light is something she wants to drink in, but it feels unfair to do so. Not when everyone she needs to go back to now still live in darkness. She takes a deep breath and holds Falchion at her side. It's never left her side, even if she now looks quite different.]

...Well...if I want to get back, it doesn't seem like anything is stopping me from walking.

[And so she walks. If she sees you, she may ask for directions, or for information, or if there's a way to go back to where she was, or about this new bird friend of hers. Please indulge this lost woman, she has an adopted homeland to help save.]

[in4apounding]

[Were you looking for something familiar, Lucina?]

Salutations, ma'am! Did you need help finding something?

[Keep looking, sorry.]

Tooi Kuji | Sarazanmai | OTA (post ep 6)

[rulerblade]

Are you kidding me? I don't have time for this crap...

[That uh. Sure is an angry looking boy facing down a confused looking Lotad right in the middle of the street/route you are walking on. He reaches behind his head, into his hoodie, and pulls out...a metal ruler?

Oh boy.]

We turn back only for just me to end up in some weird place? Why single out me?

[He's, uh. Talking to the Lotad like it should understand him, but it certainly does not. Instead, it sees you and makes distressed noises, waving its stubby front legs frantically. The boy scoffs.]

Cut it out, Keppi, I wanna go home already!

[This is...the weirdest case of mistaken identity ever.]

Lust | FMA 03| OTA

[a_sin_for_him]

Lust always knows the moment one of those odd weekends start. After so many years living predominantly as a human, the sudden reversion to her homunculus state doesn't go unnoticed. At this point it's almost like a fun little vacation, a small return to her abilities but only briefly. Not long enough to miss and mourn for her humanity, and just enough time to indulge.

A

As always, Lust spends a good bit of time scaling buildings and leaping and backflipping from rooftop to rooftop, or rooftop to tree or lampost and back, essentially turning the city skyline into a playground. There's a freedom in knowing one can go and go without any fear of physical damage or human limitations, and god but it feels good now and again. The weather doesn't make any difference, ice gracefully glided across and the cold itself nothing more than an unnoticed fact.

Besides, it's easier to avoid the masses of little crystaline snow bugs that are everywhere right now when not bothering with the actual ground.

She's hard to miss, flipping and twisting above the street or climbing the sides of buildings with her extended talons.


B

There are other uses for Lust's homunculus talents. In Goldenrod for at least the day, Lust has her family of psychic cats out to enjoy the afternoon - four Espurr and two Meowstic. The pair of older Pokemon are simply watching draped over one another as Lust plays with the 'kittens' - a length of ribbon tied to each of the four talons that extended from her fingertips and dangled for the little lavender cats. Each one is outfitted in an Espurr sized sweater in blue, red, pink and the smallest in black.

Three of the four seem delighted, but the one in the pink sweater is ignoring the ribbons entirely and staring intently at the other three with giant, unblinking purple eyes.

Lust doesn't seem to notice.

C - Wildcard

[Any other ideas, just toss'em at me!]

A

[in4apounding]

At some point Lust will probably notice that she's not alone as she Spider-mans her way around the cityscape. Penny's pretty notably clawless, but she's firing out blades from a small pack on her back and zipping around the taller buildings available like a deadly Cirque du Soleil act.

timothy lawrence | borderlands | ota

[secondhandsome]

[This is familiar.

It kind of hits him, hard, just how familiar it is. Just colder. Last he was here it was warmer... right? He thinks so. He's only just remembered again and on his end it's been. A while.

He kind of ends up just plopping down on the snowy ground and looking up at the sky. It's bright. He's been stuck in a space casino for so long he'd almost forgotten what the regular ass sky looks like and holy shit fresh air, fresh air is so good, what the fuck.

Yeah he's good out here. Even if it's cold and maybe he's gonna get snowed on a little. And maybe an errant snom decides to crawl onto him. Listen it's fine.]

[a_sin_for_him]

[Lust has certain expectations for these weekends, and certain things she's come to believe simply don't happen.]

[Which is why, as she breezes by practically gliding on top of the snow, she assumes the unfortunately familiar masked figure on the ground is the irritating loudmouth known as Handsome Jack. It looks like Handsome Jack - the hair, the mask, the colors. She's used to seeing him around, and mostly ignores him for a plethora of reasons. She doesn't look directly at him, but he looks rumpled and harried. Good. Someone likely gave him what was coming to him.]

[Tipping her head up, purposefully ignoring him as she passes, she twists her heel to kick a spray of snow at him.]

[Prick.]

Dirk Strider | Homestuck Epilogues | OTA

[uber_marionettist]

A. Choose Your Own.

Where are you right now?

Take stock of your surroundings. Where are you? What were you doing?

Think about that.

Wherever you are, Dirk Strider isn't far away. You can see him just fine. In fact, you can even read the words on his black tanktop. BUSINESS IN THE FRONT, it says fittingly on the front half. HORSES IN THE BACK, it continues on his back. He doesn't seem very interested in you, though. It might be hard to tell because he isn't reacting to anything around him, or making any facial expressions at all, but he's busy with his own thoughts. He's pacing back and forth with quick, sharp steps, but his presence isn't threatening. You decide not to mind him at all.

Don't forget, you were thinking about what YOU were doing. Or did you forget you were thinking about that? If you did, you should stop thinking about Dirk Strider and think about YOU.

B. I'm Taking the Skull in the Divorce

The sun is going down over the National Park when Dirk flies in, his shoes sinking into an inch or two of snow as he alights with both feet down by the fountain.The sky is a visually satisfying and symbolically breathtaking combination of oranges and pinks and near-purples, which he is manifestly ignoring despite arguably being the source of this particular atmospheric display. It isn't cold enough to freeze the fountain itself, but it's nowhere near warm enough for his personal comfort. He barely feels it, though. He barely feels anything so minor as his body. And that feels

Good.

Right.

Real.

But he he knows it won't last. He can draw things out or slow things down with but a thought, make seconds take paragraphs or condense hours into a sentence, but he can only extend or compress the subjective experience of temporal passage. Which means he has to hurry.

"Ain't like you got problems finding a warm body to replace, in your embrace, the sucker I used to be,
And have now displaced,
But I took what you really wanted when we split
So pucker up for a kiss,
'cause it's my old braincase that you actually miss."

He's fast enough to catch it as it exits his sylladex at top speed: his own bleach-white teenaged skull, jawbone hanging loose over his calloused fingers.

Sick.



[OOC: HEY. Hi. Here's the thing. Replying to Dirk on the Fourth Wall comes with some WEIRD CONDITIONS.

Thanks to his canonpoint in the Homestuck Epilogues, Dirk can 'hear' what's written in the text of your tags, and in my tags, he can stipulate events or dictate thoughts that your character will then experience. In extremes, he may even put words in your character's mouth, literally.

This is NOT absolute.

Particularly perceptive characters (especially those who have experience with mind control) may notice something weird is happening! (John Egbert does this in canon.)

Particularly individualistic or stubborn characters may resist or argue with him! (Dave Strider does this in canon.)

He does NOT know about DWRP, ONLY the presence of a narrative, the fourth wall, and an audience (to whom he addresses his narration.) He is also not that great at multitasking, if you catch my drift.

That said, this is meant to be fun, not me exerting some kind of weird tyranny over the roleplay experience, so I'm pretty flexible. If you have any questions, feel free to DM me, or hit me at railerat]

B

[cyclonely]

Although he wouldn't be surprised by it, not after Dirk's 'explanation' of Jake, John entirely misses Dirk's hashrap. He zaps in after it, floating loosely a few feet in the air. He's wearing his godtier pyjamas, de-shredded, like he'd never been partially vored and then had his shirt sliced open by Terezi.

When he arrives, he looks around and initially grins upon seeing Dirk before his expression melts into bewilderment.

"Uh, hey, dude," he says, floating down and over a little, ending up a reasonable distance away and only slightly above the ground. "Why are you holding a human skull?"

Rose Quartz | Steven Universe | OTA

[lifebloomsanew]

A - Shapeshifting Fun


Oh! It's another one of these times!

Rose is very aware of waking up a Gem again. It's unexpected enough that she lets out a small shriek of delighted surprise, startling Looloo the Wooloo into a flurry of bleating and skittering. She's also very aware that she is not where she just was, traveling in Kanto with Carly. She's honestly not sure where she is, but that's alright, she'll find her way back to where she needs to be when it's time to. That's how it always works! And she's in one of the cities, so that's just fine. Maybe, with little things like distance and time not mattering for a few days, she'll even be able to meet up properly with Steven!

But right now she promptly shapeshifts into a large pink and extra-curly Wooloo. This doesn't exactly calm Looloo down as she'd intended, the Pokemon not expecting his trainer to suddenly turn into another one of him. This is Unexpected and therefor upsetting, and Looloo only starts making more of a commotion in the middle of the street.

"Oh no, it's alright, it's just me!" Rose dances around the distressed Wooloo, still shapeshifted, slowly calming him down.


B - Snom Time


"Where did you all come from?!?"

Rose sounds delighted as she gathers up an armful of Snom, not at all bothered by their chilly spines. She's never seen this Pokemon before, but she eagerly follows along after a particularly impressively spiked Snom, watching it consume more snow. She's still carrying an armful of its fellows, eyes wide and bright as she pads along in bare feet, the cold meaning nothing to her.

It also doesn't seem to bother her when a few of the Snom she's carrying crawl up onto her shoulders and decide to anchor themselves to her hair. She only laughs, leaving them undisturbed and hanging from her curls.

It's impossible not to notice her.


C - Wildcard

[Open to anything, just hit me up!]

B

[weaponizedtears]

It really is impossible not to notice her. Or her voice. Even if you haven't heard them for centuries and were utterly positive you'd never hear them again.

Hey you know what is also really hard to not notice? The giant blue lady moving slowly towards you.

"....Pink? Is...is that you?"

Also, fyi there is a Sobble just hanging out on her shoulder.

Blaytz | Voltron | ota

[immashark]

NETWORK | video;;
Well well! Look where I am again!

[The... man on screen is definitely not human. He's blue, for one thing. He looks like some kind of shark person, for another. There's a Gible tucked under one of his arms like an angry, chompy little football. It waves its stubby arms ineffectively, and it's uh. Trainer seems massively unbothered by the entire thing. He even shoots the camera a one-handed fingergun.]

What'd I miss? Anything good?


ACTION | on a beach
[Or maybe you missed that charming introduction. Maybe you're minding your own business making a sand castle or hunting for shells or something. Regardless, someone here has no sense of shame.]

[So he's going to splash at any passersby from the waves.]

Hey! C'mon in! You don't know what you're missing!

[He's either talking to you, or to the Gible floating nearby. Floating... in a donut-shaped inner-tube. With water wings on its tiny arms.]

Look, even Munchie's getting in on it.

action! 1/2

[marmoron]

[Thie beach is absolutely not where Keith intended on being when he walked into the bakery, but that's par the course of late. He flinches and jumps back when the icy water splashes his face. Just picture a yowling wet cat.]

It's mid-winter, are you --

Alfor | Voltron: Legendary Defender | OTA

[originalspacedad]

[ A. On the road ]

[ So this is new. And unexpected. But isn't that what he usually looks for?

Alfor is an explorer and a scientist, at the heart of it, so what is a little interdimensional travel when you already made some gigantic robotic space cats out of interdimensional rock? Just another quintant that ends in "youkus-play".

Unfortunately he doesn't seem to have any of much of anything along with him, and his communicator isn't able to make contact back to his ship. (Unsurprising. Few things can really communicate across the barrier of one space-time to another, or so they figured. But, hey, he can safely say they've done it! Or not done it. A null result is still a result.) So he's forced to explore his new surroundings the old fashioned way--on foot. But he has acquired a friend along the way. Which is nice because it's cold and he's not the biggest fan of the cold. Got to get somewhere warm quickly.

It's a long road but they're headed somewhere, right? Paths are always made with a destination in mind, though Alfor has a habit of making multiple pit-stops along the way. One such stop is warranted as they turn a corner around a huge boulder.

Alfor pauses, stroking his beard. ]

...This isn't the first time we've circled this rock.

[ Drampa makes a deep gurgling noise, which Alfor has learned to label as contemplative. Or at least that's how he chooses to take it. ]

Well, I was trusting your sense of direction but I think it's time we changed tactics.

[ Drampa huffs, the fur around his face bouncing.

Or maybe there would be a convenient fellow traveler along the way. ]

[ B. Ecruteak City ]

[ By help or serendipity, Alfor does make it to some semblance of civilization. Drampa seems less inclined to enter the city limits proper, but eventually follows Alfor into the streets as the Altean tries to get his bearings. ]

"Eh-kru-teek City"...how strange! No dialect I'm familiar with.

[ Drampa huffs in solidarity. ]

Not your native tongue either, eh?

[ Looking around, though, he's met with something he didn't expect. Alfor's eyes widen. ]

They almost look--

[ Drampa raises his brows as well, looking around. ]

--Altean.

[ Drampa glances at Alfor, then at the street, then at Alfor, then motions towards a Bulbasaur walking alongside it's trainer. ]

--Wh--no, not that one. Everyone else!

PAPA

[lioness_rampant]

[ In spite of the seasonal chill, the pantry at the alien apartment sadly won't stock itself, so it's off to the grocery store for two of Ecruteak's part-time citizens. Allura is bundled up in her favorite pink coat and a beret of a matching shade she'd found on a visit to Goldenrod; Trigel the Pachirisu curled up around her throat like a little fuzzy scarf. Her arm is looped through the crook of Keith's elbow, and Gyrgan the Cinderace is bouncing down the sidewalk alongside them. ]

--and maybe once this weather calms down a bit, we can go to Violet City and try those pancakes that Shiro keeps mentioning. Or we could go to celebrate after I earn my next badge. Don't you think that would be fun?

[ Allura's still not entirely sure how a pancake is different from a regular cake, but that's not important. She's feeling cheerful today, so she doesn't complain about the cold even when a gust of wind makes her shiver. Her shoulders hunch slightly. ]

Goodness. Perhaps I should have worn another layer.

Leon | Pokemon SWSH | no spoilers

[achampiontime]

[HE'S LOST.]

[Is anyone surprised? No. You shouldn't be. Literally no one should be surprised. Least of all the man staring at his poke-gear as if it's suddenly started speaking to him in Psyduck. Looking down at the 'gear. Then around himself. It doesn't matter which city this is. His expression will remain the same. Stunned, baffled.]

[The Charizard standing patiently at his side even manages to look concerned. Yes its trainer is a disaster at finding his way, but this is new, even for Leon.]

[Please excuse the Undefeated Champion Of Galar as he jogs up to the nearest Officer Jenny, or NPC!]

Where is your train station? Even a flying taxi will do.

[.... bruh.]

[lioness_rampant]

[ But of course Allura would be happy to give directions to a passing man in a cape. Hearing his question, though, she shakes her head. ]

I'm afraid there isn't a train station in Ecruteak. Where are you headed?

Runaan | The Dragon Prince | ota

[tokenelfcharacter]

[It's a beautiful day in the Pokemon world...]



[And he's being followed by a round owl.]

[Look, he's an elf. He's got pointy ears, horns, the works. He lives in a magic forest -- sort of -- surrounded by magical, fantastic beasts. There's dragons and phoenixes and really cute rainbow fluffballs living in the grass. He should be used to this kind of thing.]

[Okay, to be fair, the owl isn't so bad. It's toddling along, determined to keep up with Runaan's steps, occasionally hopping or rolling along to catch up. He has no idea why it's following him, but it could be worse. And since he is unarmed and lost in a strange land? Yeah, it could be so much worse.]

[Which is why he's parked himself in a tree beside one of the many Routes. Watching people -- humans, ugh -- pass by. With any luck, they won't look up and see him...]

[... at least until the round owl goes tumbling out of one of the lower branches. Onto the road.]

[xadia]

[ runaan might have to do a double-take once he sees a familiar set of horns and white hair pass by beneath him. she has with her a very cute, slimy friend trailing along behind her.

when the owl stumbles out of the tree, it lands right on top of rayla's goomy. the goomy lets out a surprised chortle, and rayla turns around immediately. ]

What? What is it --

[ that's when she sees the round little owl. a smile blooms on rayla's face as she bends down to get a closer look at the creature. ]

Well aren't you just adorable! Just look at you!

keith / ota

[marmoron]

A. An Encounter

[Keith is minding his own business, not really expecting anything out of the ordinary to be going on. Little does he know, the weirdness of this weekend has only just begun. The second he sets foot out of the door, the scene around him glitches out, which is enough reason to be freaking out as it is, but it settles quickly and he finds himself deep in the middle of a forest with mist so thick you can barely see two feet ahead of you. And in the not so far distance, a ghostly noise like the sound of howling wolves. Luckily, he doesn't seem to be the only person around because whatever glitch Keith got stuck in...? Well, it's affected you, too.]

Hello? Who's there?

[Keith approaches with his knife in hand. Because you never know, obviously. Meanwhile hidden in the fog, a hero watches.]

B. A Wrinkle in Time

[Standing outside one of the pokemon centers is a disgruntled looking kid that bears an unmistakable resemble to Keith. except this one's probably around twelve years old. he's looking less than amused by the apparently sentient snow falling out of the sky and hitting him on the head, and just as importantly, equally unamused by this grumpycat that's sulking right back at him.]

You just gonna sit there?

[The Toxel stares unblinkingly. pokemon can't talk, but its clearly saying carry me, p;eb. This poses something of a problem for Keith because whatever this thing is, he doesn't want to just leave it out here to get pelted by Snom but it's not exactly the friendliest little buddy around either. He gives the Toxel a tentative prod, earning an unimpressed whuffle. Then turning to the next passerby:]

Is he broken?

C. Wildcard

[hit me up with whatever, I am always down for shenanigans.]

a

[xadia]

[ he's not alone, at least.

rayla realizes that too once she hears someone's footsteps in the near distance, crunching on the grass inside of this mysterious forest. she hates only being able to see a few feet in front of her; pair that with those howling noises and she's exponentially more on edge. it's why she unsheathes her swords when she hears someone call out to her, a shadowy figure looming in the near distance. he sounds just as lost as she is, but you never know.

it could just be a trap...!

she walks carefully towards the voice, holding one of her blades out in front of her, the other held out towards her back side just in case. ]

Show yourself!

Handsome Jack | Borderlands | OTA

[thedifferencebetween]

Unicorns

[God these weekends are great!]

[Absolutely the high point of Jack's life here, which is a pretty low bar, but them's the breaks. Whatever. Adjusting! He's managed it!]

[But these weekends...he has his magic space unicorn, he usually sees people who want to have sex with him, and he has access to things he normally doesn't. He is out and about and living his best life, riding Butt Stallion through the streets, his Galar Ponyta at their heels. He has his fancy pocket watch and his wrist watches that have a million functions and none of them are actually telling the time.]

[You can find him all over, racing along on his space unicorn with no regard for anyone in his path. Is he smoking a cigarette while he races along on his unicorn? He probably is.]


And Giant Robots

[Butt Stallion isn't the only surprise from back home that Jack is thrilled to get for a couple of days. This time there's an extra special surprise.]

[Mecha-Jack.]

[It had been a special project, something he'd whipped up for his casino complex. There was no real reason for it, he didn't need a giant robot version of himself, but he'd wanted one. There's nothing quite like seeing the world through the view screen of your own giant robot likeness.]

[Of course, this means Jack promptly climbs up into his mech and boots it up, delighting in stomping around while towering over the world from the protection of a whole lot of metal. His shiny Charizard is flying around him, and occasionally he flips on the microphone connected to the robot's loudspeaker to yell and things in front of him.]

LOOK OUT BELOW!

[Oh it's satisfying to just crush large bushes underfoot.]

wildcard but also kind of giant robots

[originallutece]

[Is she shocked to see that mecha? She is not.

Impressed? Ehh. She'd be a lot more impressed if Jack's narcissism wasn't plastered all over it, but so it goes when it comes to him. It's still an impressive piece of machinery. She watches him stomp around a while, studying how it moves, how it works-- but there's only so much you can watch on the outside.

So she decides to take a trip inside.

It's easy enough to materialize in there. Is there enough room for two people? We're gonna say there is now! Enough she can watch him silently for a moment.]

Enjoying yourself?

[The fun part about being what she is? Is that she can scare the shit out of people and not have to worry about consequences. Jack might shoot her out of pure instinct, but it's not as though a bullet can ever truly hit her. So why not enjoy herself a bit? He certainly is.]