Basement Bonanza Log

[hoboagogo]

BASEMENT BONANZA



The House


The house is much like the rest of the housing around it. Victorian style with some side yards, an outside that's desperately in need of paint, and wild, fancy architecture. Along the side is a fenced yard containing a small kitchen garden, complete with a recently added chicken coop in the back.

The front door leads to a small foyer, whereas the side door by the garden goes straight into the kitchen. In the kitchen, there will be a number of foods available for anyone chipping in to snack on, with options for vegetarians and meat-eaters alike. (No blood, sorry vampires, but if you get peckish you might find someone willing to let you have a bite.) Shinjiro will aggressively shoo away anyone who shows up just to get food without actually contributing. It's for people who help only!!

The interior is weird, as to be expected. They've made it mostly liveable, most of the furniture in the living spaces in new, but there's still Victorian Classics such as too many patterns and portraits of strangers on the wall, and bad wallpaper in surprisingly cozy places. There's even a restroom on the ground floor, complete with fireplace by the tub. People taking a break are welcome to tool around on the ground floor, where things are markedly more normal. Any attempts to go upstairs, where the residents bedrooms are, will be dissuaded.

There's a dog to pet (Koromaru, an incredibly intelligent white shiba inu) or a Petal Wolf (Bela) or, if you want to risk a few fingers, Fie's hyena (Alfin). The hyena occasionally breaks out into mad giggles in other people's voices, occasionally parroting contextless statements in perfect mimicry of the people who live there. Scrounging around somewhere will be Louis's cat, Juniper, and then there's the coop full of chickens outside, a snapping turtle in the pond...


But you people aren't here for the relatively normal living space.


THE BASEMENT.


The air is cooler in the basement, and with that soft scent of wet stone. It's not disgusting or overwhelming, despite how locked up and sealed the area had been, and for who knows how long. More than anything else, it's just dark. They've carried a few magitech lanterns down to the foot of the stairs, at least, in initially scoping it out to try and see what's down there: and even from just stepping off the stairs, it's clear to see that this is some sort of wild magical hoarder situation.

Walls are packed with everything from displays of oddities and curiosities to books and containers of liquids, the labels long since faded and peeled, to even rusted lockboxes, worryingly rectangular and human-lengthed, each with stiff, sturdy locks. In another corner, there's more shelves cluttered and overflowing with wet specimens preserved in jars. Many are completely unidentifiable. Many are absolutely identifiable, and it's unclear which is worse. There's everything from animals to plants to fish to even pieces of monsters or humans/witches alike.

Scattered throughout, there's lumpy sheets covering what can only be assumed to be furniture, as well as household items, baubles, trinkets, books, scrolls, and just general things crammed in any and every nook and cranny that can be found. If there was any sort of organization, it was lost well before the prior owner stopped their collecting.

In one corner, there's an iron spiral staircase that just leads into the ceiling, going nowhere. A few iron Maidens and sarcophagi can be found stored away, some of them haphazardly fallen over.

It's absolute chaos of junk layered on top of junk, pinned down by even more junk. And it's clearly going to take a lot of trips up and down those stone stairs to even begin to unearth some of the wild things stashed away.

Maybe if you're lucky, you'll unearth a friend to help light your way.


The Stuff.

I've gone ahead and written up some examples for people to run wild with-- and for anything else, feel free to either make things up, OR request something in the top thread!

Some of the Major Attractions of the Basement include:

An Iron Maiden. - Unlike many others, there's no spikes visible within. In fact, it looks almost welcoming. There's a faint enchantment to it, gently pulling at the senses of whomever gets too close. It's plush, and soft inside. Doesn't it look warm? The rest of the basement is so musty and damp and cold. Surely taking a rest would be fine.

Once someone steps into it, however, the doors close shut, and the victim is forced to rewatch their most embarrassing memory. When said memory has played out, however, they are released, no worse for the wear, and immune to the Maiden's Seduction for the next several days. Good thing you're the only one who saw that memory..... right??

A helpful (if creepy) teapot. - This teapot has one job, and it will perform it. It will serve you tea. It will not stop until it has served you tea. No, it doesn't even know what tea is. It also doesn't seem to care if you have a container to hold a beverage or not. It. Will. Serve. You. Tea.

...However, who knows what liquid is actually within it. Feel free to use this skittering, crawling friend for anything. It could be as benign as incessantly following your character like an annoying and needy dog. It could be as horrifying as using force and chitinous claws to make your character ingest something. (Which could be delicious tea. Or could be anything else. Up to you!)

A speaker of secrets. - A jarringly hideous piece of taxidermy, the ravens screech the secrets of whomever touches it. Sometimes they're wrong, though. It's anyone's guess if they're yelling your deepest secrets, or if they're just making things up. Anyway, here's hoping whoever you're with doesn't just think you're using it as an excuse. (Or, if what they speak is true, hopefully people believe your excuse. Good luck carrying this thing all the way up and through the house.)

Vaguely Insulting Dishware. - What it says on the tin. The text seems to shift and change to insult you, specifically, and often times very passive aggressively.

A beautiful, floral chair - Like a flower in full bloom, this is another object that anyone nearby could find themselves magically drawn towards. It even smells soft and sweet- almost like fresh rain and honeysuckle. It's pristine looking, in comparison to all the objects around it, covered with dust and debris, and looks soft and pillowy and inviting. It's wide enough that someone could crawl onto and drape themselves across it.

At which point the petals will pull closed, enveloping them in a sweet cocoon of which they come out.... different. The effects are, as always, up to the player, as is the duration of them. (Transmutation spells are finite, of course, and the effects aren't strong enough to last more than a few days.)

A giant crystal. - It'll take a team to move this humongous chunk of rock-- Or maybe just a duo of dragon or chimera. The first person to touch it, however, will find that it is not only reflective, but it projects. The light hitting it is projected in prisms, and all take a form based on the person who touches it. This could be a warped, twisted reflection showing how one thinks of themself. It could be a projection of deepest fantasies. It could just be whatever you're thinking at the moment. Or maybe it's a mockery. Play around at your hearts content!

Potions of any and all type! - You're not the type to just drink mysterious liquids in someone's basement (Unless you are, in which case, go for it!) but so many of these are cracked and worn. It's entirely possible some of them work on contact or inhalation. The effects can be almost anything, from Alice in Wonderland style shrinking and growing, to floating or glowing or transmuting. Perhaps one is a mood enhancer! Another could be poison. And a third could make the tips of your fingers grow hair. It's a mixed bag.

Cursed jewelry of any and all types - Same thing as the potions, these can be enchanted to have effects as minor as making your hair always look perfect (though there's a smell of cod liver that won't go away--) to as major as clamping in and biting through the skin, drinking your blood to fuel its dark powers. (Said dark powers could be anything from animatronic taxidermy coming alive to mimic your every move, to a spell to charm everyone around you, to the ability to speak with termites.) Again, go wild! And if you have trouble getting that jewelry off, there's gotta be some bolt cutters somewhere around here.... right?

There is MUCH MUCH ELSE that can be found! If you would like to be assigned a random Thing, feel free to give me the general vibe of what you're wanting, and I'll come up with something crazy for you! If you would like more than one thing, THAT IS FINE TOO!


FINAL OOC NOTES
In a list format because i'm lazy:

--NO EFFECT IN THE BASEMENT CAN BE GAMEBREAKING. Mind control, dreamwalking, and memory alteration are no-go.
--The contents of the unenchanted books in the basement are mostly nonsense or boring, but you can absolutely find some sort of burn book with hot deets on (non-plot) NPCs
--Any effect will eventually wear off. The process can be expedited with a witch. It's your choice how skilled that witch needs to be.
--"But susan someone else in a previous thread already took care of the item i was gonna use!" it's magic there can be two of them. or it can teleport itself repeatedly back into the basement. i'm not going to keep track and time isn't real.
--Mark any explicit content, plzkthx.
--Let me know if your character is enough of a jerk to try going to the second floor of the house. because a witch lives here and nearly all of them are mistrustful as hell so you know that's not gonna work out. (I'll let you know exactly how, if your character would try it.)
--If you're gonna die, talk to the mods about it first. if you're gonna kill anyone then double talk to the mods about it first.
--Go wild like you graduated from crazy go nuts university

And most importantly:

--FEEL FREE TO ASK ME ANY QUESTIONS! I'm available in the top comments here, though you are welcome to PM me, or shoot me a DM on discord (Soozaphone#3966), or shoot me a private plurk ( soozaphone ) if you'd prefer it be top-secret!!

Comments

QUESTIONS/REQUESTS (suze, the grand arbiter of bullshit items)

[hoboagogo]

Want something random? Have a question? LET ME KNOW HERE!

FOR A RANDOM ITEM, Please let me know:
THE TONE: do you want it to be funny, embarrassing, horrifying, awkward, etc.
And, optionally: THE TYPE: what sort of object would attract your character?
Another option: HARD NO'S!: if you don't specifically ask for anything horrifying i'm not gonna just throw something at you, but if you have any specific things you can't handle (like human teeth where teeth shouldnt be, or w/e) you're welcome to tell me! I don't wanna trigger people with my cursed imagery here.


and then if you want absolutely anything, don't give me either, ig. YOU DON'T HAVE TO USE WHAT I GIVE YOU, and you can request multiple times. Just have fun.

Re: QUESTIONS/REQUESTS (suze, the grand arbiter of bullshit items)

[galdorleod]

BRO, hit me with some random items!!!
Tone: anything but horrifying
Type: Objects typically associated with the practice of magic would interest him the most; he's only been here for one month and he's still buying all the stuff he needs to practice magic. So, anything he might be able to get for free, he'll want - books, potions, cauldrons, wands, staves, ingredients, parchment, ingredients, anything. You may not be shocked to hear he spends most of his actual money on clothes and other non-essentials. Which means he'll want that kind of stuff in the basement, too! Clothes, spells, toys, knick-knacks, furniture, decorations, etc.
Hard no's: Let's go with anything that would cause alterations to Howl's appearance from the head up. It's probably best he doesn't have a meltdown during this lol. Also, Howl is a pacifist and animal-lover, so he wouldn't want anything too gruesome when it comes to taxidermy (skulls/bones are ok though) and he wouldn't want to take home weapons.

REQUEST

[usurpers]

tone: funny/embarrassing/do your worst
type: no matter how hideous, eren will always want to take things that’re sharp or pointy, so . . . 🙃

Req me summat

[whomthebelltolls]

THE TONE: Let's do something more lighthearted or funny than not, though bittersweet is acceptable. Maria's in a bad place, so she needs something to lighten to mood a bit. Dare you to try to make her smile.
THE TYPE: Possibly clothes, if she can find something matching her #aesthetic (and her size). Interesting, possibly eldritch looking trinkets. Or even just stuff to decorate her home or garden with that... also matches her #aesthetic. Which is really just heavily Victorian style with a touch of Vampire. Something that looks scary/horror/morbid slanted but has a really hilarious effect is perfectly game.
HARD NO: ... fish. Or things relating to the sea.

[yesdoubt]

you know what since i'm dedicating most of this event to ruining momo's day let's give him something nice or at least not disastrous out of it maybe

THE TONE: not...day-ruining...potentially useful or weird/funny/lighthearted are good!
THE TYPE: pretty much anything, but clothes/accessories, sport items or weapons (bladed or blunt force) in particular would catch his eye. and maybe plants/flowers or musical items if he looks for something for the boyf
HARD NO'S!: anything with facial horror or realistic spiders, something like the spiderbulbs is ok

Momo | IDOLiSH7 (spoilers for i7 second beat onwards b/c momo memories/fantasies)

[yesdoubt]

[a: crystal clear*]
(i. the perception edition)

[When Momo first comes across the strange crystal in the cleanup, he knows he's not going to be able to do much about it himself, but there is quite a lot of stuff around it that needs moving. Boxes of old potions, shattered remains of gems that were used as magic ingredients...it's quite a time. Of course, it's hard to get to some of it without touching the gem on the way, too, so it's maybe five seconds into getting at the surrounding junk that he first does it.

The faint light the gem emits when it "projects" something out is probably enough to attract attention, but by the time anyone else comes to help, Momo has his head firmly focused the direction of the junk cleanup. About ten feet behind him, sitting in the light of the crystal, is a shadowy wolf about the size a person would be if crouched in that position, that could almost be mistaken for a Shade at first glance besides its lack of aggression. Its eyes aren't quite white, either, though they are glowing - it's difficult to tell what the actual base colour is as a result.

Regardless, when Momo hears someone nearby, he calls without turning his head.] Could you give me a hand over here? Make sure you don't get close to that little guy.

[He sounds cheery as ever, but there doesn't appear to be much reason to avoid the wolf. Unless it's not as calm as it appears to be right now, maybe?

It seems to be pretty much entirely focused on Momo for the moment, though. Almost disturbingly so.]

(ii. fantasies, the less spicy version)

[Soon enough, Momo gets used to just bumping the crystal working around it and kind of stops caring what it's throwing out when he does, because so far it's mostly either been silly or something easily ignored. So he is incredibly not paying attention when it switches tack and decides to flip over to throwing a fantasy against the nearest clear patch of wall instead of parodies or current thoughts or the wolf.

Anyone who's met Yuki or seen him in Momo's memories previously will recognise the silver-haired subject of this particular fantasy, but the broader scene is a bit...questionable. There's what looks like birdcage bars in the background, surrounding what would otherwise be a plush and lavish bedroom and ruining the soft image. Also ruining the soft image is the pretty golden chain that in this case is binding Yuki's wrists together, and the dull eyes and obedient smile that speaks of probably some kind of mind control.

And then there's Momo, unbound and unaffected with his arms wrapped gently around the other man as if handling glass, a protective and encompassing motion. The smile on his face is more contented than anything else, as if satisfied something has been accomplished like this, like it's not for himself but for something else. Nonetheless, it probably looks Extremely Weird to any onlookers and Momo appears blissfully unaware of its broadcast as he turns his head only far enough to peek at who's come by.]

What's up? [He largely seems concerned with whether they're looking for a new spot to clean.]

(iii. fantasies, the version with spicy implications)

[The other fantasy that might be run across here is...kind of better, kind of worse. There's a bed in the projected image, with three men on it. Nothing is happening except sleeping, though there's a distinct lack of clothes on shoulders left uncovered by the blanket that has some Implications.

The middle person is obviously Momo. On one side of him is Yuki's delicate, long-haired form. On the other...is a blue-haired man most won't recognise unless they chanced upon Momo's long-ago memory of fighting on stage, of the bandmate whose hair had been much shorter back then. This man and Yuki are kind of hugging each other in their sleep, intentionally collecting Momo in the middle of it, and Momo is both the single one awake and the single one who looks so bright red he might just combust on the spot. His red-nailed hands are curled against his lower face in an uncharacteristically shy and demure manner, absolutely nothing like the energetic, bombastic air he tends to carry himself with here.

He is, in fact, unlucky enough to spot this one when greeting a new helper, initially glancing over as he offers,] I could use an extra pair of ha--

[And then he realises what he's seeing and literally shrieks in embarrassment, eyes wide as he leaps away from contact with the crystal like he's been burnt in the hopes it'll dispel the image.

Spoilers: it does not.]

[[*Since this is all caused by the one object, more than one of these prompts may be wrapped into one thread if so desired!]]

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[b: radio killed the video star, a.k.a. you thought you'd escaped memshare but it was i, DI...scount memshare*]

[Once Momo decides to get the hell away from that crystal lest he be embarrassed further, he ends up in an entirely different part of the room clearing some shelves. There's a surprisingly compact for its time (but still heavy as all hell if someone tries to get it down) radio sitting up just barely out of reasonable reach, giving the occasional crackle but otherwise seeming relatively benign. Once someone besides Momo gets near enough to it as well, though, it spits out a mix of seemingly gibberish fragments that might be snatches of speech - pieces of conversations that took place in memory, strong thoughts someone has had now or in the past - it's taken some and mixed them together initially, but once it's had a moment to adjust it will begin spitting clear fragments of conversation from the memories of one or other party near the radio. It seems to go back and forth between each party, sometimes only after one conversation but sometimes after a few at a time, and while it doesn't seem able to be programmed in any way if someone tries, if someone directs a question to the other party, the radio may tune into something that answers or relates to the question.

While it's just crackling through that initial round of gibberish, though, Momo glances up at it with a faintly concerned look.]

...Is it just me, or did some of that sound familiar?

[[*If tagging this prompt, please let me know if you prefer silly, serious, or mixed/whatever the hell in terms of mood! Also feel free to pull the radio into your own TLs if you want.]]

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[c: feed me--wait wrong cursed flower]
(i. take one, towards the end of the cleanup)

[Momo does technically have a ward against mind-whammying type things, but the freaky flower chair is just tempting enough on its own merits to get him to make a choice he knows he will probably regret later.

Or immediately. Because once the chair has done its thing, it opens up again and he rolls off it...five inches tall and fuzzy and yes he's literally just turned into a nubby chibi stuffed toy version of himself. He bounces off the ground a bit when he hits it, wiggling his little legs around in a way that should be cute but is moderately disturbing in the context of just having been turned into a living toy.]

...I knew this was a bad idea! [Amazingly, he still sounds exactly like himself despite it coming from a tiny fuzz creature, and flails a bit to get the attention of anyone nearby.] Can you put me back on the chair, please? Or at least put me on my feet...I don't know how to move properly like this...

(ii. take two, when things are wrapping up)

[Once he gets back on the chair, either through being put there or by Sheer Determination, he comes out shaped like himself again! Almost. Kind of.

Shaped like himself except the fact that he's now bearing fluffy wolf ears and tail, canines even longer than his are usually, and his red nails extended into just as painted claws. He basically looks like the kind of carefully unmonstrous werewolf that just walked out of a werewolf romance novel as opposed to the ones that exist here, and while he bites his lip a bit when he reaches up to feel his ears, it is undoubtedly better than the last attempt.]

...You know what, this is fine. I'll just embrace my inner sexy werewolf for a while, I guess. [He laughs like that's a joke and not almost entirely literal.]

--

[d: wildcard]

[[If you want to play around with anything else, feel free to hit me up at reviseleviathan or elsewhere! Momo will be living with his shoujo werewolf form from the final prompt for the next couple of days after this, so plotting involving that is also valid. Also reiterating that spoiler warning from the header because it is literally impossible to avoid spoilers in any thread dipping into Momo's memories or the second fantasy prompt, Momo is walking spoilers for part 2 onwards.]]

b

[heartmunculus]

[Sieg does hear the radio fizzling away. He figures it's nothing to worry about, maybe it was left on an in between station. Those kinds of things are pretty normal. Except... Except... That was his voice that came out of it just now, in between the fuzz and crackle.

"I don't want to die."]

Ah...? [He's still not used to magical artifacts like this.]

[ooc: Something serious?]

Shinjiro Aragaki | Persona 3 | OTA

[hoboagogo]

Aboveground- The Kitchen.

[Shinjiro is not in a hurry to go back downstairs. He'd been the first one to walk down there, after all, after Fie had finally forced the door open, and after damn near tripping over a pile of things at the bottom of the stairs (one of his hooves is still sore from that, and he's wrapped it up to relieve the ache-) and then managing to get those stupid hairbrushes bound to him....

Yeah. He's not eager to go find out what other hellacious things are waiting.

He's at least managed to rid hismelf of the hairbrushes, though, and for most of the day can be found upstairs in the kitchen. There's plenty of food spread out in a sort of "make your own plate" style-- everything from raw, fresh vegetables and leafy greens to some charred meat, with a couple more unique odds and ends thrown in for various monster types.

There's also coffee and tea if anyone wants-- the former of which he seems to be making right now, carefully eyeing how much near-boiling water he's pouring over the grounds to make a carafe full of drip coffee. If anyone wants to chat or grab something to eat while taking a break, it's a great time.]

Below decks - Glitter Slugs

[Somehow, Shinjiro managed to convince a floating lantern to follow him around and give light as he sorts through boxes that he desperately hopes are normal. The fish-like magitech lamp swims lazily in circles around where he stands, working on trying to wrench open a particularly rusted box. By now, he's learned to wear some sort of work gloves while rummaging through, to keep his hands from getting shredded or cursed too badly.]

I'm almost afraid to wonder what the hell's gonna be in here....

[And with a huff of effort, he finally wrenched it open! A little bit too hard, because brightly-coloured, almost crystalline slugs go flying out, showering the area as they plop down on various surfaces and people. They seem to act just like normal slugs, writhing and curling and wriggling their way back upright. The box itself seems to be full of old papers and dirt, which is likely what the slugs had been feeding on all this time.]

What-- damn it. [Another curse, and he's already starting to brush the slugs off, groaning at the incredibly metallic glitter slime trails they leave in their wake. There's so many of them. Hope too many didn't get in your hair.]

Basement - A Potion cabinet.

[He knows it's one of the most important things to get out of here, but it's also one of the things he's been dreading the most. A whole cabinet, shelves sinking under the weight of the contents, piled high with potions and liquids of completely unknown purpose and origin. He's been staring at it for a good few minutes here, almost as though it's a jenga tower. Because even looking it it, it's obvious that at any instant, it could collapse and send all of these things tumbling to the ground.

Extra not good is how many of them are clearly leaking. Based on the old shards of glass around, a lot of them have already either fallen or burst.]

Maybe just.... try and get them off down one at a time? Pretty sure this stuff's gonna have to get hauled to the coven.

[How do you get rid of mystery potions, anyway? You can't just dump it in the river. He finally approaches it and stretches, those ungulate legs straitening as best theycan to get some additional height, and he carefully takes a few off the top with gloved hands.

...Only for a cascade to follow. At least it isn't the whole cabinet, but only a few from the top, raining down to the floor and people nearby. One of the ones that strikes Shinjiro right in the chest renders everything it drips on invisible-- so after he steps back, there's a lovely viewhole directly through his midsection.]

--Alright, I'm fucking done with all this. [He's so resigned.] You okay?

Potion Cabinet

[fiddlestick]

[Help them clean out the basement they said, it won't be so bad they said.

Being the cautious person he was, Elliot had at least come prepared. He'd brought the gear he used to work with severe cwyld patients to sort through the potions - because seriously, who knows how toxic some of this stuff is. So not only did he have gloves and protective clothing, but he was even wearing a mask while he sorted through some of the more questionable potions. At least it's easy to tell who it is from the locks of red hair still exposed. Clearly, his infirmary job is fun.

He was in the middle of sorting a box from the cabinet when Shinjiro knocks some off. Some of the invisibility potion splashes onto him as well and...]

Uh...

[He holds up his arm, which looks like a good chunk of it has vanished]

I-I...think so?

Mikasa Ackerman | Attack on Titan

[stopfen]

[Mikasa was, like normal, quiet. As she wandered in, the animals get a lot of petting before she goes to actually work. It's fine, she wasn't being paid for it. She was just here to keep busy.

And there's plenty here to keep her busy. Her antenna flicking at everything, the magic in the stale air overwhelming them.]

The most dangerous game of jenga
[There was so much to clear that she didn't know where to start. Boxes piled from the floor to the ceiling. Normally she'd just grab a stack and start moving, the weight didn't normally bother her.

But if she did that here then they'd fall wouldn't they. The boxes were stacked too high. Then there's a thud from one. Something inside tossing it's weight around. Making the whole stack shake and teeter.

The fae's response depends on how taller the person helping with this horrible box fort is. Shorter or close to her 5'6(yes she'd been 5'9 when she got here, she knows) and they'd be asked to hold the boxes that they could reach still. If they were taller then Mikasa was rolling her shoulders. Walking over, using both hands to brace a box.]

Can you try and take the one above out?

They screaAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-!
[The boxes, once lowered enough to investigate had all kinds off things. Potions and vials that were probably best left. The dust covered 'cat' that had been trying to get their attention before.

With the boxes on her level, Mikasa was looking through. Seeing what needed to be cleared by a witch and what was safe to just toss. Her antenna couldn't twig on to anything dangerous here so she opens it and the second she lifts the flap-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA].

Enjoy the few seconds of that as the fae just blinks. Then slowly presses the flap back down. That'll do. EXCEPT one of the screaming creatures uses it's head to lift the flap and continue singing it's song.

Say neigh
[Covered in dust the fae was pretty unamused. Dirt didn't bother her. She was used to it, she just shouldn't have worn a white shirt. So she took a moment to pause, leaning again one of the walls they'd uncovered. One that had several mounted animal heads... All in all. At least she knew what these animals are.

Cows, sheep, horses...All of the ones here were just farm animals. Staring out with creepy wide eyes. If Mikasa knew what a cartoon was, she'd call their eyes cartoonish. But something about the masks in general, didn't look right. Where they all fake? Not that Mikasa has time to contemplate it as one goat head suddenly brays and bites onto her sleeve.]

Beware my stinger tail
[The skittering noise was getting annoying. But it was coming from underneath a cabinet. There was a lot of other things to worry about here though. What was probably just a larger light spider was probably not an issue.

Then the noise stops. Then speeds up again and a spine!? Just lunges out, wrapping around the fae's leg and clinging, sending her flat on her face.]

Flower chair
[As more of the room is cleared, scents became clearer for the fae. And one scent stood out in particular. The nice sweet scent of honey. Of course, the insect-based monster would be drawn to it, even if she hadn't liked the smell herself, the bugs she'd instinctively nibble on liked it. It was all the more reason to get closer. She sits, huddling onto it, arms slightly outstretched and ready to strike any bugs that came nea-

Oh.

Thanks plant for closing in on her. There's a muffled yell. The fabric of one of the petals being pushed out. Then silence....

Then the fall open to show.

...A tiny, palm-sized thing. It was white with pinkish markings, some glitter and a little stitched on frown as it crossed it's little arms.]

This is 100% legal - cw yes it's weed why Sooz
a.[Oh...That was interesting. The plant might be familiar to some. But to Mikasa it wasn't at all. But a device that allowed plants to grow in this dank dark basement, this was of interest to the fae. After the devastation from last month's pixies, her backyard farm hadn't been doing so well.

She didn't sense anything dangerous about it. So it was another thing she was going to be taking. Though she stares for a moment at one of the leaves. Dark eyes narrowing. Then a hand lashes out to grab at a small bug that had been crawling along the plant. Then eating it....

For the next half an hour or so she could be seen slowly dismantling the terrarium, moving it upstairs, making sure it was marked as something that had been claimed. Nibbling at more bugs absently.]


b. [Towards the end of that half an hour though she could be seen wavering, stumbling as she moved. Eventually slumping over and slowly sliding down in the middle of the stone steps. Just gonna yawn and curl up here, not blocking the way at all.]

c. [By some miracle she is dragged or carried. She had no idea upstairs to the living room and unceremoniously left on the couch, a blanket draped over her. The creepy-ass not-cat sat on her chest. Hollow porcelain eyes staring at people as they walked by. Mikasa? She was just sleeping it off.

How long had she been sleeping? Was she going to wake up and leave? There's very little response to be poked. Though her new 'friend' lifts a hand from their perch on her chest to give anyone who wakes her a small shove. A lot happened today, she deserves a nap.]

🐔

[usurpers]

[ what a sound. is that what hell was—? eren comes over with a chain of silverware clamping onto their own handles (he’s found a way to distract them enough to pick up: pitting them against each other), one of them still on the floor attempting to wield a crystal handled karambit at him (and what it does yet, he can’t tell). mikasa’s scent and overall presence is approached with consideration, glancing into the box and commenting out loud: ]

. . . Chickens?

Jin Guangyao| Mo Dao Zu Shi | OTA

[turmoiling]

Snooper, no Snooping! (for household residents!)

Doing a little casual poking about the house, Jin Guangyao decides to head for the stairs. The dog sitting there looks particularly intelligent, but without it speaking to him, Jin Guangyao offers only a light, "You don't mind if I go look for someone, do you?" as if he were a person, and if allowed, gives him a pet and a scritch. After having Jin Ling's dog, Fairy, running around Carp Tower for so many years, he's got a pretty decent handle on regular dogs.

It's easy to step quietly when you have a snake's lower half instead of legs, too. Slither, really. But when the 'pop' goes off and there's a slight sting across his forehead, Jin Guangyao scoots back quickly, slipping back down the stairs in a swift slide. He touches his forehead lightly, lifting the edge of his hat enough to feel it better (and fully revealing the words 'NOSY ASSHOLE' written there). Finally he pulls out his watch, checking his reflection in the black mirror-like surface of the screen when turned off.


Hot Coldman

It reminds him, in a way, of the war for those first moments, unsure if he's been pulled into some haze of memory. He wasn't in the thick of so many battlefields, but enough that the overpowering smoke and heat, too much heat.

But it's the aftereffects that really hit him. Susceptible to chills as a naga, this psychological one feels just as bad to Jin Guangyao. With a dead-eyed stare, he can be found resting up inside the Iron Maiden. It looks plush and warm and soft... and is ineffective in his case, because it wasn't designed to accommodate an extra twelve feet of thick snake tail and simply can't close at all. It's not real torpor, but he sure doesn't feel like moving.

If you want to check it out you're gonna have to haul out a bigass snakeman.


Taste the Feeling

[With opera glasses and amethyst wands tucked away (he hasn't figured that one out yet, but he'll bring it home and see if Lan Xichen can figure them out), Jin Guangyao pulls out a small container from a battered and dusty box of otherwise broken and dented bottles and tins.]

Cocaine?

[He reads off the label -- even if the translation spell doesn't work on the written word, he's picked up quite a few things since his arrival months ago. What is this substance? It'll probably be a fun time for someone, somewhere, once he figures it out.


Eye Saw The Sign

[Jin Guangyao passed the mushrooms by after squinting right back at the suspicious things. Unfortunately in this case, that long tail is a detriment and brushed up against the patch in his passing.

Let him know there's a few small mushrooms with eyes growing from between the scales on his tail? It might be appreciated.]

HELLO SNOOPY....

[hoboagogo]

[He doesn't even have to see the marking, really. After the naga had begun ascending the steps, Koromaru had casually trotted off to find someone-- the closest for now being Shinjiro, in the kitchen, and nudged him with a nose to the knee to follow.

And so he's able to hear the pop from a room or two away and just laughs quietly to himself as he approaches. By then, Jin Guangyao is away from the steps, but it's not hard for him to put two and two together. At least of the bunch, he's probably the chillest. After all, he's the one who argued against an actual beartrap.]

...Yeah, we figured someone'd be stupid.

[His lips are curled up in amusement, and he doesn't even bother asking any questions as to what the guy was doing or why. Really, he doesn't care.]

So, you learn a lesson today?

Goro Akechi | Persona 5 | Open

[fabrications]

[ Akechi seems to be more or less enjoying himself, poking around this cursed estate sale and making idle conversation with the other attendees. More of the things in here are harmless, and some are even charming. That doesn't mean he's not running into some truly bizarre finds, however. ]

( 1. Mirror that insults your appearance and gives you bad fashion advice )
[ The silver hand mirror might be the most harmless thing Akechi has picked up so far, but he looks more upset about it than anything else. That's because when he glances at its surface it suddenly speaks in a snooty, faux-British accent. ]

Darling, your hair is just terrible. And you really should be wearing more sequins!

[ He looks terribly insulted... and like he's contemplating how bad it would be to break it. ]

( 2. Radio that plays any song you ask for with perfect clarity, but every seventh note is jarringly out of tune )
[ Akechi doesn't recognize the tune drifting out of the old radio, and he's not some sort of musical genius, but even he recognizes how odd the song is. Some of those notes just sound off, particularly when the chords repeat and the strange notes end up shifting. He shuffles a little closer to whoever seems to have activated it, looking intrigued but wary. ]

Is it supposed to sound like that...?

( 3. A speaking, heart-patterned teddy bear that tries to convince you to hook up with the nearest person )
[ Akechi is not engaging with the teddy bear, but he's clearly the one it's addressing. He's closest to it and eyeing it uncertainly. ]

Yeah, you! The cute one with the brown hair! I know who your soulmate is, and it's the hottie standing right behind you!

[ Despite himself, Akechi can't help but glance over his shoulder - though he looks amused rather than intrigued. At least this one's not insulting him...? ]

( 4. A magic 8-ball that exclusively predicts minor misfortune for the people around you and implies that it's your fault )
I can't BELIEVE you're just gonna let that book fall on Akechi.

[ That's the message the magic 8-ball has for whoever just gave it a shake, and even if that person doesn't know who Akechi is it's not hard to figure out. The man in question is just a few feet away, and right on cue an old hardback book slides off a shelf and clonks him right on the head. ]

Ow!

[ Akechi takes a step back and scowls up at the shelf, but it looks like there are no more books incoming - not that the first one did much damage. Still, who knows what'll happen if the 8-ball gets another shake... ]

[galrarm]

[ First of all, magic 8-ball, he has no idea who Akechi is!! Take that. But regardless, he does hear someone let out an ow, so... while Shiro doesn't put much stock in fortune-telling, this is Aefenglom. Maybe it's not a coincidence.

He turns to the guy who's glaring up at the shelf, then down to the 8-ball. And, yeah, he does feel a little bad? More than a little bad. ]

I'm guessing you're Akechi, then? [ he says, as he gives a somewhat sheepish smile. ]

Mettaton | Undertale | OTA

[glitzandglamour]

1. Resplendent Rage

[Nothing in this basement. Nothing in this CITY. Is as radiant as Mettaton is right now.

He stands modeling an excessive piece of shoulder jewelry, its chains and diamonds draped with startling perfection over the entirety of his torso. Any light that hits him is reflected, prisms and light dancing about in erratic patterns as he continues to strike pose after pose. There's no mirror standing in front of him to admire himself, no.

That's where you come in.

Whether he's standing in the basement or modeling this particular piece of jewelry outside in the sunlight proper for passersby (maybe your character is suspicious of cursed basements?), Mettaton gazes down the bridge of his nose as his company with a self-satisfied smirk.]

What do you think?? It suits me with a radiance to DIE FOR, right?! If anyone ought to have something with such brilliance... it's Mettaton!

[He awaits feedback. The way his golden eye lands upon his current companion suggests that feedback is required, and consequence will follow should it not be provided — and consequence yet exists should it not be up to his standards.]

2. Mettaton Wants A Refund.

[Having developed a sense of smell renders Mettaton just as vulnerable as anybody to the sweet, alluring smell of that avant-garde, petal-like chair. It makes him kind of hungry, actually... (???) but maybe that's his Puca instincts talking.

When the robot thinks he's not being watched, he decides to take a sweeping seat in its inviting folds, only for it to capture him. ...Muffled from within comes Mettaton's voice, as standard protocol:]

OHHHH YESSSS...?

[...When the chair deposits him, the Pucabot who sat there before is revealed to be a Naga. Gone are his beautiful, albeit rabbit-like legs, replaced by a pink-and-black scaled tail that spills out over the edge of the seat. Mettaton chokes on nothing at all, since he doesn't breathe, and glances desperately about the room with round-pupiled eyes, swallowed primarily in black with just the hint of a violet iris. He looks significantly different, and significantly terrified.]

I... What! My... My legs!!! My sexy, gorgeous legs! Give them back!!

[He palpates desperately his tail, obviously in despair. Puca are shapeshifters, but he's never once considered turning into a Naga. Perhaps for this reason. Now... he is a robotic snake. A sn..snabot. A robake. (Rabbot works so much better...) Yes. Nagabot.

Well! At least he knows what it's like with startling accuracy! Thanks, he hates it!]

3. Elaborate Exertion

[Maybe your character passed this ornate armoire already and decided the damn thing would be too cumbersome to bother with. It's a heavy, detailed thing. Who on earth would take it but somebody determined to have it?

Which is precisely what Mettaton is. The robot has his metal, winding arms wrapped around its body and is carrying it completely by himself, breaking not a single sweat in doing so. How heavy is that thing? Truly, the marvels of not having muscles/having robotic strength.

(Maybe he's not even particularly strong. Just immune to the limits placed upon him by muscle.)

But the robot has different limits, and those limits become evident when he has to set the armoire down for a moment as a plume of smoke escapes from his shoulders. The robot makes the gesture of being tired, swiping at his forehead. He doesn't sweat.

...He set it down just before hitting you with it, and he peeks around its vast body to regard his company as the heat of exertion escapes his form.]

Oh, hey there, darling. I didn't see you there beyond the impeccable design of this intricate piece... I don't know whether I like it, or hate it! But I like that. [So you like it...] I can't look away from it!

[Not that he knows what it does... Not yet, anyway. But perhaps you can make that discovery with him. This robot doesn't have to worry about getting naked, but your character might.]

4. Game of Chance

[This is a pretty straightforward interaction. Mettaton's found a cute - and far smaller - item that strikes his fancy, if not because the objects are crystal-like in appearance.

The robotic Puca hops up to one of his fellow Mirrorbound and hands them a pouch of these stones.]

Hey there, darling! Take a look! Aren't they pretty? [Mettaton reaches inside and pulls one of the runes out, fascinating himself over its opulence.] But there's more to these than meets the eye... Care to take a chance with me and see what happens? Just reach in that bag and toss one of these stones! What will happen...? Nobody knows!

[If he's suggesting as much, it should mean that he's done it, too... And nothing seems to be wrong with him! That's because, should your character accept his proposal, tossing one of these stones will yield a short, slight effect, completely random and totally benign in the long-run. Mettaton just wants to see someone else gain some spontaneous effect like being forced to look cross-eyed, or made to sing all of their words for a minute. His short rabbit tail flicks in his mischievousness.]

Or do I have to talk you into it...?

0. Other

[If you'd like to do something else with Mettaton, please feel free to toss something my way and I'll roll with it! Alternatively, get in touch via PM or smaaaaash.]

1. As temping as Mtt dealing with a high as kite fae is

[stopfen]

[He was not the only one with a new accessory. Though Mikasa's was a lot less ✨GLAM✨ and a lot more 🔥kicking rad!🔥

Mikasa had escaped from the basement for now, trying to work out what to do with her new very attached belongings. The weird porcelain robo-cat she could live with. It had just sat behind her, occasionally stepping closer and grabbing her trouser leg with one of it's manicured clay arms when someone got to close. She could deal with that, it was just a shy creature that need her to protect it, yes it was small and kind of cute?

The long spiny, skeletal whip-tail though? She wasn't sure what to do with that. It wasn't endearing like the cat. But it had been pretty useful a few times when navigating the basement. Knocking items that got to close, helping her balance when she'd hovered in the air. For the time being she was sat on the lawn, looking at her new fake tail's tip, occasionally reaching round to prod at where it had latched on to her back.

Nope, still stuck. Some of Mettaton's prancing was being ignored in favor of trying to remove the new limb. So she turns when he raises his voice. And almost immediately closes his eyes, only opening them a sliver. ]

...I think I'm blind.

[So much light.]

Elliot Craig | Witch | OTA

[fiddlestick]

I. Potion Sorting with a Plague Doctor
[Elliot had agreed to help out with cleaning solely because Fie asked him, and he wasn't about to turn down his Bondmate and family. Though being the very cautious (see: anxiety-ridden), he decided that maybe it was better to come prepared for some parts of the cleaning and borrowed some equipment that he used in the cwyld wards of infirmary.

So he can be found helping with sorting through the boxes of questionable potions that were in a corner of the basement, trying to identify some of the potions that labels were unclear. He's wearing gloves, protective clothing, and a mask that covers his face and makes his voice sound distorted. Anyone who knows him should still be able to tell who he is thanks to his red hair showing.

Though with these potions? Who knows if that's enough protection]

It's a little worrying to think this stuff has been down here all this time...

[Note: If you want either to get affected by a potion, let me know in the subject header if you want it to be something funny, serious, horrifying, spicy, etc! Or you can tell me your idea in the comment too!]

II. Look at all these knick-knacks and gadgets galore
[When he's not on potion duty, Elliot is helping digging through the small to medium sized trinkets (heck no he's not helping with heavy lifting). He still has the protective clothing, but the mask is more often resting on top of his head to only pull on if something seems worrying.

So far, most of the things he's been finding seem harmless. A pendulum that is supposed to lead to your true love, but is broken and just leads him to someone random. A coinpurse with teeth that criticizes you for spending money anytime you open it, a sewing machine that imbues any clothes you make with the seamstress's emotions - and so on. There's all sorts of stuff, and maybe you find something too!

Note: Like before if you want something different with an affect, let me know in the subject header if you want it to be something funny, serious, horrifying, spicy, etc! Or you can tell me your idea in the comment too!]

III. Magic Music Instruments!
[After several hours of being good and helping with the cleaning, Elliot decided to take a break ... by rounding up every weird musical instrument he found down there, bringing them up to the first floor so he can fiddle with them.

He's got a bunch of weird instruments: a hurdy gurdy that only plays the melody of Hooked on a Feeling (or something close to it), a string instrument that seems to sing from the mouth rather than the strings itself, something that looks like an otamatone ...and so on.

Elliot's mask is completely off and set aside, and honestly the boy just looks like he's having the time of his life as he plays with each of them. Sure, maybe half of them are cursed - but what's better to an instrument hoarder than a pile of free instruments to take home? Nothing! ]

IV. Wildcard
[Got another prompt? Hit me up! I can be reached either the game discord or via my plurk neutronstar. I'm pretty open to most things for any of the prompts. ]

I

[dj_jiraiya]

Is it even still edible?

[Of course, Yosuke also took a cursory glance around them as soon as he said that. Look, his partner is known for eating really questionable things on the fly and he didn't want the guy catching wind of weird potions to try.

Yosuke hadn't tried to touch them, he wasn't exactly equipped to unlike Elliot but he had been curious enough to come over and take a look. He also gave Elliot a bit of a look, eyebrow going up.]

Is there a reason you're dressed like something out of the dark ages?

[That's where the mask was from, right? It was probably one of the few things he remembered from history class, if only because the masks were so weird.]

Towa Herschel | Trails of Cold Steel | OTA!

[overworker]

Be Prepared

[As Towa gets ready, rolling up her sleeves and putting on some protective gloves; it's clear she came prepared to equip anyone else. Her carrying bag which is set open next to her has several extra sets of gloves and masks in it.]

Here! Please make sure you're prepared. If you need anything-- please don't hesitate to ask. With magic, you never know what you'll encounter.

[Which even she has to admit has her a bit nervous. But also... excited.]

And it's especially dark down there.

Iron Bed for a Maiden

[When Towa Herschel is inclined to want to take a break, you know something isn't quite right. Upon first seeing the Iron Maiden, she couldn't help but be curious-- even more so when the insides weren't anything like what she expected them to be.]

That doesn't look so bad. [She finds herself reaching out to touch the edge of the open lid.] Maybe just for a moment... just to get a feel--

[But the moment she's within it's bounds; the door clamps shut with a resounding metal clang loud enough to likely startle a few others in the vicinity if they weren't paying attention. There are some muffled noises coming from inside and-- it's kind of hard to tell what they are through the enclosure. Maybe you're curious-- or maybe you're concerned. Either way it might be worth trying to get her out.]

Potion-palooza

[No more big items for her, nope! Towa delegates herself instead to removing and sorting potions. Some are already gathered into boxes to make things easier. Unfortunately, Towa herself is quite tiny and the basement is lined from floor to cieling. Fortunately there are ladders.

...unfortunately yet again, Towa is prone to pushing her limits. With a loud squeak Towa and the box of potions comes falling down off the short ladder.

Positive note-- she caught them. Less positive-- she caught them with her body. And a few things might have spilled or wafted through the air as a result.

Towa groans but... looks fine.]

Oww-- Well. That could have gone better...

[She could probably use some help lifting the box off of her though.]

(( Feel free to choose your poison for effects if you'd like them-- anything from funny to serious to spicy is all fine with me! ))

Wildcard.

(( For any other effects, shenanigans or what have you! Feel free to give me a poke over at cloudatlas if you want to plan something specific! ))

Potions or: TOWA PLEASE

[clickclickbang]

[Prompto may not really know Fie, but he knows Elliot and Towa and hey, he happens to have a cart and a chocobo to haul away the bigger things so, y'know, he's gonna help.

And it looks like that was a good thing, since Towa just got a chest full of potions and that is his Witch. Prompto hurries over to start getting it off her.]

Towa!

howl... a canon hoarder

[galdorleod]

{ 1. ARRIVAL. }

[ Howl did not respond to Shinjiro's message inviting the other Mirrorbound to clear out the basement, but he arrives at the specified home early - very early. He lets himself in through the front door, as the message gave permission to do, taking care not to be noisy or let any of the pets loose.

If it weren't for the large, enchanted wheeled cart that follows him inside, you might not think he's there to do something as physical as cleaning out a dusty basement. He's dressed in a shimmering blue and silver witch's robe with white runes embroidered along the hem of the hood and cuffs, and similarly expensive-looking clothing underneath. Those who have met him before might notice that his hair color is different shade of blond, closer to the color of straw. ]

Alright. Where's the basement, then? [ Beaming, he leaves the cart in the foyer and steps farther into the house. Is he the first person here? ]

{ 2. MIRROR. }

[ Mid-morning, Howl takes a break, sitting beside his cart to fiddle with some of his lucky finds. One in particular has him captivated for several long minutes: a fairly plain hand mirror. And no, he's not gazing at himself like some witchy Narcissus - he likes to look good, but he's not that self-absorbed - rather, he keeps tilting it back and forth, squinting deep into its reflection.

Eventually, he gets frustrated and starts to walk around the house, approaching whoever might look like they aren't too busy. ]

Pardon me. Can I trouble you for a moment? Would you look into this mirror for me?

{ 3. MOTHMAN. }

[ The basement is covered in cobwebs and is home to the occasional cockroach, but beginning in the early afternoon, a large number of fuzzy black moths have suddenly appeared. They nestle on the ceiling, crawl over the dusty piles, and flutter past people's faces. The moths are annoying at first, but as the minutes go by their numbers undoubtedly increase, and the distraction they cause worsens with them.

The hoard of moths was not in the basement this morning. Where could they have come from? Well, the only person in the basement who hasn't commented on them so far is Howl. He's standing off to the side, inspecting the contents of a curio cabinet. The gaudy, expensive outfit he arrived in this morning is gone. He's now wearing a black warlock's suit instead, a few years out of fashion by Aefenglom's standards. When and where did he get that?

As he picks through the basement, he completely ignores the moths, and maybe even enjoys their company. The longer someone watches them, the more likely they'll realize that the highest concentration of moths are around Howl. ]

{ 4. SUNSET. }

[ The sky is starting to gain a pinkish hue when Howl finally climbs the basement stairs for the last time. He carries a box of potions, powders and herbs in his arms, and when he reaches his cart, he sets the box into it - or, more accurately, directly on top of the enormous heap that can grown on top of it after the cart became full. How he expects to get everything home is a mystery; the second one wheel his a crack in the sidewalk, the heap is sure to spill over.

Whatever it is that he's thinking, Howl is clearly tired. Despite taking several breaks during the day, he hasn't gone into the kitchen once to eat. Having changed back into his own clothes by this point, he has the robe's hood pulled down, casting a shadow over his face. ]

Marvelous! [ As tired as he is, he puts his hands on his hips and admires the enormous cart of junk that he'd claimed for himself during the course of the day. ] You know, there's potential in this. Are other old basements in this city, just waiting to be plundered?

Arrival!

[hoboagogo]

[Howl's shown up early enough that the duo of hairbrushes is still going wild on Shinjiro's head. He's sitting incredibly slouched at the table, his watch on the surface as he scrolls through it. It's that very clear 'I've very recently woken up and I'm still not quite alert to the world' pose of someone reading their phone while waiting for their coffee to kick in.

(at least by now his hair actually looks wonderful. It's likely never had this plush, soft sheen to it before. It likely never will again.)

He lifts his head at a stranger coming into the house, though doesn't seem especially alarmed at it. But he does quirk an eyebrow at the magic cart following him and the up-and-at-em readiness to help. And so he'll point in the direction of the door to the basement- an old door that looks half-broken. They clearly had to work to get it open.]

Down there.

[And he'll sit up enough to grab the mug in front of him, blinking as he looks over Howl with those wide, elliptical faun-eyes.]

You need anything, or you just gonna get to it?

[And... he should... probably actually get up. And at least pretend like he'll help, even if it's just to hold a lamp and let the guy go wild.]

eren jaeger • attack on titan

[usurpers]

ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀʏ ɢʟᴏʙᴇ

[ this particular globe compels any passerbys to come over and shake the insides into a flurry that blushes red and giggles— what it’ll do after that, in eren’s hands for example, is warp the room into an illusion of one of the following memories and will only stop once either cracked or if good feelings are born from it (please let me know which so i can elaborate!):

💥four cadets, one dick slingshot
💥boy confesses his undying love to five people at once
💥 ass: kicked (comes in many flavors, will rng)
💥when a horse wants to cook you
💥have you ever wanted to see real life maid eren? now is the time. ]

ᴍɪɴᴇ? ᴍɪɴᴇ?

[ eren came for— if anything, truly— knives. pointy ended knick-knacks and sleek iron with an undoubted edge for clean, clean cutting, as large or as small as it was. it was his. eventually, he can’t hold all these knives but he’s certainly trying, and one could find him in plenty of situations including:

💥 trying to pick up silverware he’s dropped; it snaps and pinches at him (or your feet, if you’re close enough), and may even begin to do battle unless you have a strategy to pick them up!
💥 putting on a pair of beautiful knuckle-dusters that fit perfectly onto his hands and encase them comfortably— neat and sharp weapons for the kind of fighting he’s used to. the problem is, at any slight of movement, he’ll whirl around with eyes wide and fearful with his fists pulled back to strike.
💥 trying to remove a spiky crown knotted into his hair. it doesn’t come off no matter how many times he tries to tug and loosen the knots keeping it on. alas, maybe the reason why is because he’s keeping his eyes closed, but when he tries to open them— he squints and walks into as many walls and objects as he does people. help.
💥 a pin thing that is nsfw but eren doesn’t know this yet, a little mesmerized that it could fit into his pocket . . . completely. and shrink back to size when he pulls it out. you can bet he does this repeatedly and tries other, hm. small spaces.
💥 there’s no eren around here— only a beautiful butterfly resting on top of a butterfly knife, a poncho and a sharp pile with wings opening, opening, opening— what do you do? take the knife or the butterfly? it can’t be safe to rest on the floor . . . ]

jean voice: the prompt without eren

[trost]

[ That is one familiar-looking poncho, but Jean's chalking that down to mere coincidence. There have to be other poncho-donning individuals in Aefenglom. It can't just be Eren. Anyway, most of his attention is focused on that expensive-looking blade and the butterfly resting on top of it.

Reaching down, he picks up the blade, using his fingers to try and push off that butterfly. It shouldn't be resting on the floor anyway. It could easily be squished like this. ]

louis 🦌 beastars 🦌 ota

[rightfoot]

i. in the house

[ He's been down in the basement a bit - off and on. But throughout the day he can be found on the main level of the house. He's in the living room mostly, lounging easily on the new living room couch. He has his legs propped up on one arm of it, leaning onto it with a stack of pillows behind his head.

His nose is shoved in a book - something about hexes, clearly, that is the information that's going to be useful today, right? If he hears footsteps while he's up here, his ears will shift, and he'll sit up straight - ]

Are you looking for something?

ii. a couple of trinkets

a. measuring cup

[ He's nothing if not entirely amused by the adorable measuring cups shaped like chickens that he'd found. They look like the chickens here and in most worlds, at least, so they're slightly less terrifying to him when they pick up their feet and start moving about the basement when he locates them. One - the quarter cup, starts wondering away and Louis starts to move after it - ]

Hey - someone catch that -- [ he hesitates ] chicken?

b. gibberish

[ He's seen things like this in some television shows back home, but he's never held one himself, no reason to. Most of the shows that he saw were those black and white shows that he wasn't really into when he was young. He fiddles with the cipher wheel, which can make you speak and write in the cipher it's set to automatically. If he were trying to trick someone, it'd be great.

There's one major problem that he notices right away - when he talks - it sounds like...gibberish. So, a nearby guest may get this shoved in their direction while he tries to think of a way to get rid of the hex. There's no way some of his magic words will work if they come out sounding like nonsense. ]

iii. you could die (but you probably won't)

[ He found this interesting piece buried under some burlap and under several under trinkets that he has shoved to the side. It caught his eye since it looked pretty interesting. It's not like he's seen a human skull, before! He's squatting down in front of it when he touches it.

When touching it, he sees a small vision of a nonsensical series of events which led to a single statue from atop a self crashing into him. It was still surprising enough that he stumbles back, knocking over a few smaller objects with a klunk behind him. He's left blinking.

This lovely piece will show you possible ways to get killed right that instant. And while they'll not happen, they sure feel like they could. When someone approaches - he'll warn. ]

Hey, don't get too close to that.

[ Because you'll see it, too, if you get too close. ]

iv. a chair like him

[ Louis. Loves. It. If for nothing else than the pure hilarity of it. But, he is a noodle, and not necessarily the most equipped to bring it up, so he's pulled it off to the side and settled into the lovely chair there's an amused air about him. Clearly, he thinks this is funny. As he settles into the chair, he's watching some of the nonsense (though, if asked for help, he'll certainly help). ]

This chair was made for me, I think.

[ And then, he'll ask - ]

Maybe you can help me bring it upstairs when you're done hunting, hm?

[dj_jiraiya]

...wouldn't that count as being narcissistic though?

[Deer person with a deer chair. It just sort of lent itself to that vibe but even as he tilted his head at it, eyes going from the actual deer to the chair, he supposed he could see the amusing nature of it too.

Besides, who was he to tell someone they couldn't have a chair that they wanted? It was his house, anyway.]

Eh, whatever. I can help you out now, anyway. Partner's the one that's more interested in this stuff so I'll leave the hunting to him.

[He gave the chair a test lift. Yosuke was pretty scrawny himself, but he didn't spend a year fighting off Shadows and not gain some strength. He just couldn't match Yu even before the monster changes. the chair was still on the heavy side, but nothing too terrible and as long as Louis helped out, it should be easy enough.]

So, where do you want it?

Minato Arisato | Persona 3

[afoolshope]

He Is Absolutely Here For the Food

[Also, he lives here. So, while on animal sitting duty, Minato meandered his way downstairs to help himself to the food Shinjiro made for the hunters. He forced himself not to pile his plate high (although it was still a lot) and then grabbed a separate plate to bring up food for the canines upstairs. Alfin wasn't laughing and was chilling for now but it was only a matter of time so Minato had to be quick and distracting.

Not that it meant someone couldn't stop him as they see the blue-haired boy with too much food headed towards the forbidden upstairs.]

Canine bonding

[While most are dissuaded from coming upstairs, it doesn't meant anyone couldn't somehow make their way up there somehow. Most of the doors were shut, but one room was open. The door was mostly shut, but there was the sound of music coming from it. Perhaps that's what piqued your curiosity in coming up here?

Minato will look up if you open the door, Koromaru was on his lap on the bed and his head perked up as well. Alfin, the hyena, was getting a nice relaxing belly rub on Minato's other side, while a petal wolf was curled up at the foot of the bed. Giggles started coming out of Alfin, however, and Minato's hand moved to rub her chin to get her to quiet down again.]

Can I help you?

[He personally didn't mind if one of the hunters came up here, as long as they didn't steal anything anyway. But there was a reason Minato was on pet sitting duty and that was very much the hyena that was still giggling, although not in full hysterics yet.]

Front Yard

[It wasn't that Minato was scared of the basement, there was a definitely a healthy amount of wariness. So, he largely stayed out of there. But he didn't want to stay cooped up upstairs all day, so he eventually ushered the animals outside to play. It was the late afternoon, so the sun wasn't baring down on anyone and it was a clear day, no summer rain today.

So, aside from making sure Alfin didn't get too distracted by new people or wander off to accidentally eat some chickens, Minato was keeping them all busy with toys and running around. Or, there was a dog pile on him as he inevitably tried to lay down in the shade for nap. Hmm... three warm animal bodies on top of him. Not quite comfortable enough for a nap but also, he didn't want to move.]

Wildcard

[Or, yanno, I can make a prompt where he does eventually go down to the basement to get into shenanigans. Let me know! mossflowered]

Canine Bonding ofc

[rightfoot]

[ He needs a break. There's people in and out of the house, and while he's good at putting on a good face - it gets...pretty exhausting after awhile, to be honest. So he makes his way carefully up the steps of the house towards the rooms and down the hallway. Most of the rooms had doors secure and shut, but there was one cracked open. He wondered if it was intentional so, he shifts over to peek inside and -- ]

Well, no, since I live here. Just taking a break from the...strange things happening. This is where you all are hiding out.

Rude | Final Fantiasy VII | OTA

[grandspark]

I. Heavy Lifting

[If there was one thing that Rude was good at it was the heavy lifting. He wasn't even fully a dragon yet but he'd always been the strong arm of the Turks and he honestly never minded being the big, bad bruiser. It worked for him.

At some point he'd ditched his outer jacket and folded up his shirt sleeves. He'd had to fold them extra high because the feathers at his elbows were beginning to itch with all the heat and movement so the dark purple fluff stuck out from there as well as the full tufts around his ears. He tried not to be conscious of them--everyone here was either a witch or a monster so it wasn't really a big deal, but it was still relatively new to him.

He made many trips up and down the stairs, helping to move out the larger items like furniture and sarcophagi. Occasionally he would either walk up to someone who looked like they needed an extra hand with something, or he'd turn to look over his shoulder and ask the nearest person if they could give him a hand with something juuust a little too big for one person to carry. Interruptions weren't minded really, he could always use the break, so long as he wasn't already in the middle of lugging off something really heavy.]

II. Break Time

[Rude only took a break a couple of times in the day (conversations with fellows notwithstanding). One time was to fill up a flask full of water to carry around with him and explore a little bit of the grounds. He ended up discovering one of the canines at this point and spent more time petting the creature than actually looking around. It may have been clear from his interactions with the dog that he had a bit of a soft spot for animals.

The second time was later in the day to stop for food. He filled a plate with random items, most of them on the healthy side, and then sat aside to eat. He watched people come and go as he ate, and sneaked a few slices of meat towards one of the pets wandering by. Definitely a soft spot.]

III. Finders Keepers

[The standing offer was that everything had to go and that meant free stuff available for the taking. There were definitely plenty of items that Rude wanted absolutely nothing to do with. A few of the baubles seemed harmless though and his pockets began to fill with various items. Thinking ahead, he had also brought a pack to stuff things into at the end of the day, too. It also slowly began to fill up.]

(a.) a strangely morbid victorian doll that mutes whoever possesses it
[At some point Rude had pocketed an odd item with the intent to show it to someone interested in that sort of thing or simply discard it later but--guess what!--he forgot about it. It was now stuck in his pocket and the Turk was looking for a partner to help carry out an awkwardly shaped desk. He moved up to someone and began to mouth something at them.]

Do you think you could help lift that?

[He pointed towards the desk. Unfortunately for him, he didn't realize that the other person couldn't hear his question. He sounded normal to his own ears but the mildly cursed item in his pocket made it so no one else could hear what he had to say. Talk about ironic--it wasn't as if he talked much to began with!]

(b.) a necklace with an eye that screeches when alarmed
[Rude had already picked up a shiny piece or two from the plethora of jewelry he was perusing when he came across something a little strange moving around. The eye that was darting around constantly was what caught his attention and he hesitated as he looked at it. It seemed to sense the stare and turned its eye on him to stare warily back.

With a mental shrug the big Turk went to pick it up when suddenly it screeched a high pitched sound something like a really annoying car alarm. He cringed and looked around to see who else was in the vicinity to get blasted by the loud noise.]

Sorry. I don't-- [He tried to say over the loud noise but then just shrugged. He didn't know why it suddenly decided to make that noise but he was fairly certain it was coming from the necklace he had tried to pick up. He turned back to it to see if he could figure out how to get it to stop.]

(c.) a blue dagger that freezes the hand that holds it
[The dagger looked perfectly normal except for the pretty blue blade and intricately designed hilt, but that seemed par for the course of many things in this world. Rude reached out for it without too much thought and there was almost instant regret. It felt good in his hand at first but then suddenly--his fingers went numb as his entire hand suddenly iced over.

It was such a pity because the dagger would have been perfect for someone who liked such things--of which, Rude was one. But now he was gritting his teeth so hard he thought he might break them. He thought it was just the effect of the magical item but little did he know that ice and cold were just one of his newly acquired weaknesses--whoops.

He began to search the basement for anyone who could/would help him with breaking the ice and getting the dagger out of his hand. He didn't care if it was a witch to break the curse or a monster to break the ice, so long as they got it out of his hand. What he should have done was pick up the sheath designed for it...]

IV. Wildcard!

[[Got a different item for Rude to accidentally set off or need help figuring out a cursed item you picked up? Hit me here! Anything goes. If unsure aisuyoukai to hit me for plotting.]]

III - a

[wordsinthesoul]

[For now it's fine, at least, the gesture catching Thancred's attention, and easy enough to understand.]

Ah, so we'll move that next? Where are we taking it?

Emet-Selch | FFXIV | OTA

[unsundered]

i. (warning for ambulatory dead people parts)
[Several people have suggested to Emet-Selch that he should look into finding a magitech replacement for his ruined eye. And as unfavorable as being half-blind is, it hasn't been so much of a bother for him to, well, bother. It's not as though he's at all opposed to regaining the rest of his physical sight, but after having had around six months to adjust, he'd mostly gotten used to it.

Ambivalences aside, the Ascian is yet drawn to a whole basket of magitech prosthetics. A fine mix of the mechanic and organic, it doesn't take more than a glance to recognize that the basis for these pieces comes from what had once been human tissue. And now they're moving on their own accord, as if delighted to find someone, after all this time, to attach to. Emet-Selch hums to himself.

It's a whole grab-basket of grabbing-parts, and as he digs around in there, quite a few preserved hands and arms take the opportunity to latch onto him, attempting to crawl up his own arms through drags of tireless fingers. Emet-Selch is seemingly unbothered, patiently picking up one twitching body-part or another from himself, and gently placing it down elsewhere (where it may skitter off to parts unknown). It's much like how someone would respond to being swarmed by tiny kittens. Apart from being severed human (mostly) corpse-parts, with little twitching fingers.

He wondered if there was a touch of the necromantic involved here, or whether it was just the general science of magic applied to donated (or 'donated') cadaver parts. Down at the bottom of the basket there's smaller pieces- replacement fingers and whatnot, a few toes, a few ears. No eyes, though, un(?)fortunately. All give an occasional twitch upon being disturbed, preserved nerves doing their best to operate despite lacking an appropriate body to guide them.

Holding some (presumably) dead person's forearm out, he catches sight of you standing nearby- and helpfully gestures to you with this fine additional arm that he'd just plucked off of his own. It helpfully twitches its fingers- is that a wave, or is trying to grab onto you?]

Well... even shall I be unfortunate enough to next lose a limb, I can't say these would be my first choice of replacement.



ii.
[Why is there a large Garlean-shaped lump of a man curled up on the floor of an incredibly dubious basement of questionable proportions? On any closer inspection, it looks as though he's still alive (thankfully, or else he'd just be one more object to haul away and toss to the curb), only... asleep. All tuckered out, apparently, from the strain of meandering slowly around and honestly not being terribly helpful to anyone.

But now he has become even less helpful, somehow, by not only failing to remove any objects from this infinite basement, but becoming one more bit of garbage right in your path, just waiting to be tripped on, over, or around. Hopefully you're not carrying anything too dangerous that might spill on or otherwise inflict some manner of regret upon this poor sleeping man (unless you are, in which case he probably deserves it for taking a nap in an incredibly unsuitable location).

However, he is being strangely... guarded, by a chair, with a distinctive scorpion motif. One of its clawed feet is set over one of the Ascian's hands, as though claiming this prey as its own. Which is something that a chair can do. Or that this chair can do, at least, and if one gets too close, its back legs skitter at the floor. Is it a warning? Excitement? Hopefully you can interpret chair-language, scorpion-dialect.

Because that barb on its tail looks suspiciously functional, and considering everything else in this dimensional basement, this is a chair that would probably stab you. Fortunately(?) in this case, the poison it injects is merely of a soporific effect... which may have something to do with Emet-Selch's current status.

Please wake up the Ascian before something worse tramples him.]



iii.
[The moons of this world held nothing of value to him. But the imagery of a full moon- well, Emet-Selch was a little drawn to it all the same. Enough so that a rather large pendant necklace catches his eye amidst the piles (and piles) of various dangerous garbage. Enough so that he even cautiously... picks it up with a wary expression- and nearly drops it again when it swings of its own accord in the direction of- the other side of the basement, apparently.

But he persists. Holding the desperate necklace by its chain, he continues to regard it with caution, but, as it doesn't seem to be doing anything more harmful than attempting to tug him in a particular direction, he eventually sighs and decides to allow its whim.

Unbeknownst to him, what it's trying to do is reach its sister necklace, of identical design. The two moons belong together, after all. Perhaps you've found the other half of this paired moon partnership, and are currently being drawn towards this one? Perhaps you're just standing in the way of it and get solidly thumped by an impatient necklace (and an Ascian who just stares at you like it's your fault for being in the way, or maybe you get a shrug of apology, or some half-exasperated comment like "Would you care to take over? I believe it's lost."). Perhaps you're just going through some Exciting Trinkets of your own, and just happen to be standing in front of this pendant's long lost mate. You wouldn't keep them apart, would you? Please help.

While, once brought in the close vicinity of one another, these rather unsubtle necklaces (or makeshift bludgeoning tools) have an effect of mimicking the influence of the full moons on monsters (if to a naturally reduced degree), Emet-Selch is a witch, so he's quite oblivious to any effect. So if you're a monster it might make a fun surprise of incidental encouraged ferality!]

iii.

[grandspark]

[Rude was standing in front of a shelf full of jewelry and knickknacks of varying types, carefully perusing through them. Carefully because he'd already had a mishap or two with some items by now and though he found some of the jewelry enticing to keep for himself or his partner, he didn't really need to find more cursed items to bring home.

He was interrupted by the Ascian walking up behind him and before Rude had completely turned around to address him the pendant in the man's hand began to tap impatiently on him. Rude frowned at the swaying piece of jewelry in the man's hands.]

...What's it's deal?

Mira Chambers | FFXIV | OTA

[inlikethebrume]

Rude Book

[Mira usually loves books, can't get enough of them. So when she takes notice of an old book with runes, she wants to take a look. Knowledge is important to her and so when she's close to grasping something, the book spits out various types of insults. Like calling her a vinegarpiss twatcraven for example. Mira should burn the book but that violates one of her biggest rules: never destroy a book. So with that out, what else is there to do...?

Perhaps she waves you over, keeping the cursed book open.]

Might you have some writing utensils and some parchment? I wish to record these things in case they do not show again.

[Don't question it.]


Masks

[Throughout her scavenging, the first mask Mira sees is not only gaudy but very hard for someone with glasses to wear. She shouldn't be putting it on without questioning it but there is a compulsion in the back of her mind that she should...curiosity never killed anyone (a bold faced lie) and what could be the harm in it? She's nearly there with slipping it but there's still the glasses issue.]

Hmm, how to try this on and wear my glasses at the same time? I rather need them to see...

[Yeah, that mask has a weird tick about the wearer believing everything they say is correct and everyone else is wrong. Not like Mira knows but hey, what will happen when she or someone else around tries it on?

Or perhaps...you see her trying on some odd goggles. Unfortunately, she has to take her glasses off and what she sees is blurry at the most. Did she just watch herself fall down into a pile of junk with her legs sticking up? She doesn't remember falling like that. Unknowing to her, the goggles have a quirk of showing the last five minutes of before putting on the goggles like a very badly acted movie. Mira takes it off and shakes her head and calls out to the nearest blurry figure.]

Hey you! Mind humoring me for a moment? I need to test something!

masks...... for ×3 sparkle

[glitzandglamour]

[It's a mask that draws Mettaton to her like a moth to a flame. Or like a glitter-loving robot to a bestudded, excessively-decorated mask.

Mettaton sashays up to Mira as she examines the studded, chained mask. And if the mask in her hands isn't bright and ostentatious enough to distract her completely, Mettaton arrives on the scene with enough sparkle to blind anyone, wearing quite the piece of equipment. Reflecting light in dancing prisms from its diamond facets, its effect may demonstrate itself to her shortly: the jewelry itself forces its wearer to realize how beautiful they are, and how deserving of praise. The longer he goes without praise, the angrier he'll get; Mettaton's rage will only ripen into righteous fury the longer he goes without compliments, which is sure to make this encounter just peachy.

Especially when the robotic Puca snatches up that bedazzled mask from Mira's clutches. He examines it for himself, his golden eye practically sparkling enough to match all of the bling he wears. If he puts it on, things will get ugly for sure. I mean wait no they'll be as glorious as Mettaton.]

Oooooh, what a brilliant mask! I think putting it on my IMPECCABLE face could only enhance its appeal, don't you agree?? It's matches my... everything. [And Mettaton poses, modeling that shoulder jewelry he wears. Tell Him He's Pretty.] Anything that sparkles is complemented by my voluptuous, awe-inspiring physique, I know.

[He pauses for a moment in his self-flattery, then gestures to Mira with the mask he snatched from her fingers.]

Didn't you attend that masquerade last year, Mira-darling? Or... Oh! Did you wear contacts??

[they... they probably don't have contacts in geardagas.]

Yoosung Kim | Mystic Messenger | ota (adults only for quills)

[starswink]

🟊 I want to ride my bicycle, I want to ride my bike

[As soon as Yoosung descends into the basement, a tiny bicycle catches notice of him and begins following him around. At first he thinks it's some kind of cute automatic toy and mostly ignores it while he looks for other things. It starts getting pretty insistent though, bumping into the back of his knees, rolling over his shoes, riding around him in circles. At one point he trips over it, almost falling on his face]

Argh, stop! Doesn't it have an off switch? [From his spot on the ground, he looks it all over while it places its front wheel on his knee like an eager puppy. Finding nothing, he winds up in a staring contest with an inanimate object with no eyes.] What should I do? It's not like I'm gonna fit anyway....

🟊 Quills and Kink (nsfw????)

[There's actually not much stuff at first glance that Yoosung thinks he wants, but he's still rooting through boxes in case something catches his eye. The bottle of quills doesn't, really, as he pulls it out to look for anything that's beyond it. Unfortunately, this glass is ridiculously fragile, breaking in his hand as soon as it's away from the box (of course the quills couldn't just fall inside the box.) Now there's glass and also these pointy quills all over the floor.]

Ah, watch your step! I just broke... whatever that was! [He calls out to anyone nearby as he gets on his knees in an attempt to scoop them up and put them somewhere. Of course, he doesn't know that if anyone doesn't watch their step, or heck, if he or someone helping him get pricked by the quills, they'll be driven by lust and out-of-the-ordinary compulsions. These must have come from a pork you-pine.]

🟊 Quite the spread

[He may have had to come back to the basement a second time after dealing with the quill cleanup, but he's not giving up on finding something to improve his kitchen. Unfortunately, this time he put his hand on the wrong thing and now that thing, whatever it is, is crawling up his hand. And forming black claws. What.]

Oh my god, what is it now!? The Venom symbiote or whatever!? [He has a pretty long tongue so maybe!! It actually looks more like Cwyld at first glance. It totally isn't, but it looks like it. Yoosung has never seen a Cwyld thing in his life though so this would obviously be a good time to teach him (to freak out) about it. Because right now he's just looking at it, perplexed, and trying to figure out how to stop the spread. Putting his other hand in the way of the black goop crawling up his arm is apparently not the way as now it's just forming on his other hand. He'll probably start approaching people for help soon, especially those that appear to be of the witchy persuasion, and looking more and more panicked about it the longer it takes and the more the substance spreads.]

🟊 A lot of food lion about...

[Finally, at the end of his ordeals, Yoosung finds something he probably, maybe wanted - a mold! And it talks, which is amazing!! Completely satisfied, Yoosung takes the thing home and the decorative lion teaches him how to make a variety of dishes, which is actually pretty helpful in finally learning the ins and outs of how to use the things in their antiquated kitchen. Unfortunately, the first meal he makes... is pretty weird, when it comes down to it. But the lion gave him a lot of confidence, so surely he'll get it next time! Or the time after that, or the time after that....

Suffice to say that by the time Yoosung finally accepts that all of the lion's ideas are god awful, it's like a week later and he has way too much food that very few of his roommates want to touch, and neither does he. So, very tentatively, he resigns himself to the network.]

un: Meteor

Sooooooo, um, by any chance does anyone like

salmon jello, or cherry ketchup salad

things like that?

because...

I have a lot of it...

pls take it OTL

and then

erase it from your memory ^^

I swear I don't always cook weird things

I just listened to the wrong teacher until it was too late T_T

[if only he knew how much that was the story of his life...]

🟊 Wildcard

[Got other ideas? Hit me up: deathdesu]

food :) un: super nintendo

[guesser]

✋✋✋

me
what else do you have?

Yu Narukami | Persona 4 « « OPEN « « « BELATED ARRIVAL

[izanyagi]

THE DESCENT (I'LL MAKE UP AN ITEM OR PLAY ALONG WITH WHAT Y OU WANT TO DO)
Mystery! Danger! Adventure! Mystadanger! To say that Yu is excited is putting it lightly. Standing over seven feet tall, he mutters a small whisper as he accidentally knocks his head on the way down, but quickly his eyes seem to become accustomed to the darkness.

It felt like being in a video game, only with a lot less to worry as far as dangerous shadow-like enemies attacking him. His colorful parrot-colored wings were worn like a cape around him, and the wolf-like feet took hold of the ground as he walked over the strange trinkets. At one point one of the spider lights decided that his elbow was the best place to be and he didn't have the heart to flick it off. In fact, someone might notice he is giving it a careful petting as it lights up the place for him like a flashlight.

"Hmmm...I wonder what this is..."

Help him? Tell him to back off?

GLASSES THAT SHOW PEOPLE'S SKELETONS IN TIE DYE COLOURS ALONG WITH FLOATING EYES AND TEETH LIKE A BADLY RENDERED 3D MODEL
For one thing, he has to admit that it's rather neat, even if there's not much of a purpose with them. As a child, Yu remembers the little prizes during festivals that claimed you would be able to have x-ray vision, but this was the real deal.

Only it felt something more of a time gone by, the colors of the bones nearby making him thing he was having a psychedelic meltdown.

"So colorful...."

WILDCARD
Anything else? Let me know!

[afoolshope]

Minato was finally braving the basement, if only to make sure it wasn't too chaotic down there. Koromaru followed closely behind. He wasn't intending to stay long, it seemed nothing too crazy was happening so he gestured for Koromaru to follow him back up the stairs when he caught the chimera muttering about colors.

He looked behind him, then down at himself, and even at Koromaru. He wasn't wearing anything particularly colorful and Koromaru was albino so... he pointed to himself, head tilting in confusing. "Hm?"

Soren | Fire Emblem: Radiant Dawn | OTA

[silentsavant]

[ If you're already acquainted with Soren or have even spotted him being his usual joyless, serious and cynical self, you'll notice immediately that something's off. He can't wipe that goofy smile off his face. He's a radiant ball of enthusiasm. He's... uh, not right, is what he is.

Who is he and what has he done with Soren?

You may approach him as he's flipping through books or carelessly sorting through vials of sludgy liquids and jars of curiosities, or waving weapons around and giggling as he jabbers away at himself like a lonely parrot. Or, out of nowhere, he's just as likely to approach someone, like this: ]

Hello there! Ooh, what have you got here? Let me see!

[ He's already bursting your personal bubble as he leans right in next to his new friend. He might even be reaching out to touch it, whatever it is, like an imbecile. ]

[fabrications]

[ Akechi remembers meeting Soren way back when he first arrived in Aefenglom, but he doesn't remember him being so... chipper?

Yes, that's the right word for it. Akechi is actually eyeing Soren and debating if it's really him - it has been a while since they last met - when Soren is suddenly in his space. Akechi leans back, a little startled. ]

Ah--

[ Right, the thing he found. Akechi offers the deck of cards to Soren, too baffled to be wary. ]

It's a deck of cards. I think it's meant to help you cheat while you're gambling.

Natsuru Senou | Kämpfer | OTA

[thirdbeauty]

[A - Sparkles and glitter]

[There's a petite blue-haired, fluffy-antennae'd fae girl in a cute vest and skirt ensemble cautiously exploring the basement of the house. She'd come out of curiosity, and to help the owners out, but a lot of the stuff on display is kind of... weird and creepy. She passes by a few rather grotesque stuffed animals and what look like strange chimeras of animal parts, and practically jumps out of her skin with a sudden yelp as a small spiderlike creature skitters by.

But the 'spider' is actually mechanical, the light bulb on its back incidentally lighting a path towards something far more interesting to the fae.]

Oh-!

[Her embarrassment over being so startled by the 'spider' forgotten, she steps closer to a table. It's piled with various junk, of course, but the fascinating part is the jewelry. Much of it is tarnished or dusty, yet she can imagine a couple of them being quite beautiful if they were cleaned up. Maybe something she could give to Monika, or Towa... or even keep for herself?

She picks up a bracelet and turns it over in her hands, contemplating whether to try it on...]

[B - Instructions unclear]

[Soon enough, Natsuru decides the safest place to poke around in the basement is probably among the potions and books. Those should be distinctly labeled, right? And it's not as if she's going to drink anything she found in a basement.

Except it turns out she doesn't have to. As she pokes through the books, all of which seem to be way above her understanding of magic in this place, a hidden vial topples out of the shelf and falls to the floor with a little 'klink', and then a hiss of escaping fumes.

Anyone who happens by next, whether drawn by the cloud of pink mist that briefly appeared or not, may encounter one book atop which sits a tiny fae, more like a pixie from a storybook. Natsuru coughs and sputters from the cloyingly sweet smell of the shrinking potion for a moment, then gasps sharply at the sight of her now-giant surroundings.]

H-... Huh?!

[Did she just shrink?! How is she supposed to fix this-?!

Fortunately, she still has wings, so she's able to take flight and flit about the small corner of the room, looking for someone who might be able to help her reverse the effect. Or at least figure out how long it'll be before it wears off...]

[C - No strings attached]

[Fortunately, being so small seems to have had a more positive effect on Natsuru's stamina in flight. Eventually, though, she still has to land to rest. A particularly inviting chair, almost like a giant flower, looks like a nice, comfortable place to sit.

But as soon as she alights on the plush material, letting herself drape across it with a soft sigh... the 'petals' suddenly close around her. When they open again, something a little different tumbles out, and collapses in a disheveled heap. Her landing is rough enough to jar the pile of junk she'd fallen against, and some of the items fall around her in a cloud of dust.

Or, for anyone who hadn't seen any of that happening, they might encounter a strangely pristine-looking (ignoring the layer of dust) ball-jointed doll of a fae that looks remarkably like one Natsuru Senou among the various items. And with that rough landing, she's not exactly aware enough to figure out how to move just yet...]

B

[textsfromhotland]

[Alphys is also checking out the books, because they're books, when she hears the sound of very small distress. She looks up to see something fluttering around the room.]

Oh, no, a moth!

[pls do not swat the faerie, Alphys]

Thancred Waters | Final Fantasy XIV | ota

[wordsinthesoul]

1. Upstairs

[The portraits are an odd decorating decision when they're personages he doesn't recognise. Thancred does spend some time peering at them when he comes back up to take a break from the basement- this is a sort of friendly level of oddity, really.

He nods to whoever's nearby.]

It's quite a collection. What's your favourite thing you've run into?

2. Iron Maiden

[Why settle at one when there are so many to choose from, including such highlights as hearing a sylph imposter is just as good as the real thing, being out-drunk by Moenbryda, that time he invited a number of ladies to the Rising Stones at the same time, and being suddenly transported across the world, clothes left who-knows-where. None of which Thancred was particularly eager to relive, but here he is.

Thancred emerges from the Maiden pinching the bridge of his nose, feathers twitching in irritation.]

Well, I'm sure that amused someone, though keeping such an artefact is…. Well, what use would the owners have had of it?

[Why.]

3. Treasure box

[This seems, at least, less potentially disturbing than the rectangular lockboxes. Though the box does have a design of teeth around the outside.]

Well, now. Let's see what secrets you hold…

[Thancred reaches out examining the lock to see how it works- which is when the box latches on, the teeth suddenly very real. Thancred hisses between his teeth, the other hand coming up to try and pry the box off, but… it's holding on quite tightly. So he turns to find someone else.]

My apologies, but- could I borrow you for a moment?

4. Jewellery

[Given that people who be wearing the jewellery, Thancred hopes that there are… well, fewer cursed pieces in this section. He drapes a choker over one hand- a choker with several rose sections, beads between each of them.]

Ah, now that's magnificent- a flower to a queen, fit to match a ring-

[He gives it a sharp look- apparently no curse was too much to ask.]

…well. Let's hope the others are similarly complimentary.

5. Wildcard

[Got another idea? Let me know.]

4

[fordola]

[ Fordola couldn't help but nest a little, watching Thancred and the jewelry. With a little chuckle, she tilted her head. ]

I don't hear a difference.