Test Drive Meme #1

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✦ TEST DRIVE MEME ✦

... And when my good dream came to an end, I woke up more than ready to bend ... Game Navigation

✦ Directions A few rules for the TDM: 1. Pick a prompt 2. Comment with your thread start, with your character name and fandom in the subject line. 3. Tag into other's threads. 4. Have fun! 5. And what happens on the TDM stays on the TDM (it's not taken in game). **If you have questions, ask the MODS ✦ PROMPT ONE – Déjà Vu This may not be the first time it has happened. You really wouldn’t have any way of knowing, would you? You’ve just been living your life as a citizen of the city you live in New York, the city, they say, that never sleeps. It’s a place you always wanted to live in, hearing about it as a child, and it sounded exciting to you. Or maybe it was the place you wanted to get to in order to become something more, something interesting, something that would bring you up in the world. You wanted to be there more than anything. But anyway, right now it sure seems like the first time it’s ever happened. You experienced a sudden flash, a rending of unreality from reality, the way a person would rend a piece of cloth in two, but this is the world, and you don’t know what to think at first. Because this isn’t your life. Except it totally is. You know it is, like you’ve never known anything. This is your memory and when you come out of it you know that was your life you were witnessing. This is known as the Event, and it will change everything for you. Those around you notice one thing about you during the time you’re experiencing this memory—you’re frozen, as if you’re frozen in time. And it’s catching. ✦ PROMPT TWO – Network Life before the Event and after are a study in contrast. Before, you thought you knew who you were and what you were doing here. Now, all of that is in turmoil. Especially after your encounter with the man from the Bureau. Now, you don’t really know whether to trust the man from the organization that came to talk to you. Something about him seemed...off. Something that was enough to, perhaps, even make you feel suspicious. But now you know...you are one of the Different. You feel like it, too. Members of the Different, the man from the Bureau told you, have their own special Network to communicate on. Will you post to it? Will you relate your memories to the others among the Different—or will you come up with something completely different to say? ✦ PROMPT THREE – Support Group There’s a generic spread of food on a table off to one side of the room: donuts and muffins, coffee and lemonade. Maybe you’re hungry enough to try it—it’s free after all. Or maybe you can’t stomach anything, given the event you’re attending. The space is a local rec center, reserved for the evening. The beige-painted cinder block walls and the fluorescent lighting are a terrible combination. The meeting was interesting—who knew there were so many people like you, receiving memories of a past life? The group was led by someone from The Bureau—the Department of Medical Services. Some people are staying in their chairs and chatting—they must know each other from previous meetings. Some of them are gravitating towards the food. How do you feel about tonight? Has it helped you come to terms with the dream of memories you’re having? Maybe it’s time to talk to others, get an understanding of their experience. ✦ PROMPT FOUR – Crime wave New York City has grown increasingly more safe over the last decade or two—statistics bear that out, as well as the experiences of the people who live here. But something seems to have suddenly broken in the hearts and minds of your fellow-citizens here in the last day, ever since the sun has come up. People are being incredibly opportunistic about carrying out their wildest dreams, or at least, as long as their wildest dreams include attacking people around them to try rob them or to kill them. The longer the day goes on, the more and more people seem unable to resist giving into their bases desires. Bank robberies are happening right and left. The strangest part of it all, though, is that anyone who is defied by their victim seems to snap out of some reverie they couldn’t control. That’s right, this whole crime wave seems to be some kind of brain sickness. Maybe this means the people around you need to be cured by having someone fight back. Or maybe it means you catch the sickness yourself, before you know it. ...Maybe it’s time to hide and ride the whole crime wave out somewhere where you won’t become collateral damage. ✦ PROMPT FIVE – Zombie Universe Bleed Over - the crack option (Third person log or First person Network response are both encouraged.) One week ago you were living an average life. You were trying to make New York City work for you, a place to call home. Were you in a rough patch? Were things just starting to pick up? Or was life swimming along as you expected? Today, you are running down the street with a lumbering hoard of the Undead ambling after you. They have caught the scent of your living brain and it is a tasty snack to them. You have a weapon in hand - a pipe? a crowbar? a bat? but there are too many behind you to take them all out before they get you. You’re only option is to run, find help. (Power mode – along with your memories you’ve started getting back powers, what if you tried them out against the zombies?) When you were told that different universes bleed over into this one, did you believe it? Do you believe it now? ✦ PROMPT SIX – Wildcard What are you doing around NYC?

... What dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil, must give us pause ...

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Comments

Merlin - BBC Merlin

[merlinastrice]

[Network]

Just...just how many of us are there?

[He's nervous about even posting on this network but he has to know. He has to--he has to know if there's others out there that experienced what he just went through. Merlin sets down his device and takes off his black rimmed glasses, nervously wiping them on a red checkered shirt-tail as he waits for a response from anyone.]

Have a fantasy land Queen, Merlin

[ashenscipher]

I've been wondering that myself.

This is bollocks, right?

[Bitterblue just wanted to settle into a new career with the INTERPOL at the UN. But mid-morning, sitting at her desk, and suddenly she was in a medieval-esque castle, reviewing charters...]

Leonard McCoy - ST:AOS

[drlmccoy]

[Deja Vu]

He couldn't tell you what was worse: dealing with idiots all day in his clinic or being frozen on the spot and having the experience of something that looked like a goddamn sci-fi moving flash across his eyes.

"Don't be such an infant." Spaceships. A man in black. A sense of urgency. Him checking over medical devices that weren't of this world or time with well practiced hands then hauling the man off somewhere

Leonard gasped when he's practically thrown back into his body, sputtering and gripping at the wall of the hallway looking like a madman. He looked around.

"What the hell," he growled under his breath.

[poisonwine]

Belle was walking down the street one moment, and the next she was. . . elsewhere. It was extremely disorienting. From a gray, cloudy day to piercing light hitting her eyes no matter where she looked.

After a moment it faded, but the sense of unreality persisted. She saw a man, but had not context for who he might be.

Then, quick as it started, the hallucination ended. She rubbed her face and looked around. Her eyes hadn't adjusted to the bright hallucination so she was clearly able to see a man close to her, looking like he'd been hit by a metaphorical truck. It couldn't be a coincidence, right?

Cautiously she moved closer to the man, pulling out her cell phone in case he was hurt. "Uh, 'scuse me?"

Barry Allen - DCTV

[absbylightning]

[Support Group]

He can do this. He totally could do this. Barry walked up to the Rec Center.

He can't do this.

He turned around and walked down the long walk way again, hand automatically rubbing at the back of his neck in a gesture that was familiar to him whenever he got nervous about something.

He relived the memory over and over again.

The feeling of electricity in his veins. Running, running, running. Voices. Familiar yet unfamiliar voices echoing in his head. No, his ear. Telling him coordinates of everything.

Once again, he turns and walks up toward the Rec Center, pausing before going in, not sure if this was a good idea or not.

[darkforcerising]

Anakin was familiar with the concept of therapy - wounded veteran, PTSD, ADHD, anxiety. He'd seen more than a few therapists in his life so far. He could handle therapy.

Memories from another life, however...

Hadn't the universe thrown enough at him already? Did it want his other arm, too?

Backpack in tow, air pods in, prosthetic arm there were anyone could see it - it tended to clear the path on the side walk, he headed towards the Rec-center where the group therapy meeting was.

He followed someone up the steps and then stopped when they did, to be courteous. When the young man paused a bit longer than a few seconds, Anakin said, "Excuse me, I just need to get in. I have a meeting I need to get to."

Anakin Skywalker | Star Wars

[darkforcerising]

[Prompt 6 - Wildcard - Chess in the park]

Anakin dropped his backpack to the ground next to the cement bench and sat down. With one hand – his right hand – he held the backpack and with his left he opened it and retrieved a beat up wooden box. If anyone is pay particular attention to him, they’d notice his right hand looks very much mechanical and not biological. You crash one fighter jet and…

He set the box down on the table and opened it, started setting out the black and white pieces with his left hand.

His right, he tapped the fingers on the table to the tempo of the music blasting in his ears. Anyone in a five foot radius could tell without straining that the song was all electronic sounds and a fast tempo.

Re: Anakin Skywalker | Star Wars

[neverjedi]

He sat down across from Anakin once he saw him setting up, but he also simply folded his arms on the table between them and stared at the familiar - from chess in the park - face until Anakin at least turned the music down enough to hear him.

He wasn't going to start yelling to be heard, dammit.

Pearl | Steven Universe

[rebelmom]

2.

I would just like to take a moment to point out that while there isn't actually anything significantly grammatically wrong with referring to a group of people as "the Different" it doesn't roll off the tongue very well. I also might have suggested something less divisive? We might as well have been called "The Weird" or "The About-To-Be-Separated-From-Normal-Society".

3.

[Pearl sits quietly, cup of black coffee in hand. She isn't actually going to drink it, as she's more of a tea person, but she didn't want to seem unsocial by not taking anything at all. The rest is processed garbage that she wouldn't eat on her worst day. It would take days to properly detox it from her system. The body is a very delicate machine.

The doughnuts probably aren't vegan anyway.]

I'm still not sure this isn't some sort of mistake... [Whether she's speaking to the group or to herself is hard to tell. Her gaze is fixated on her coffee cup.] It could have been a hallucination or a dream, not an actual memory.

[Even though that crazy "memory" had seemed so real. It resonated with her deeply despite how ludicrous the events had seemed.]

5.

Someone help! They're after my deliciously vitamin fortified brains!

[A fighter? Pearl? Such thoughts seem ludicrous in the face of a zombie horde. Zombies require hardened survivors with one-liners and shotguns, not scrawny dance instructors who briefly thought they might be a threat with a spear and a few twirls.

Though at least she seems to be doing a good job of running away on her own. There are a good few yards between her and the nearest undead. She may, however, be so busy fleeing from the ones behind her that she doesn't yet see that she could be running into more ahead of her.]

wildcard.

[Anything else?]

3

[tia_bean_ie]

[Beanie thinks this is all a joke. The only reason she is here is to see how far this joke will be carried. These people at this so called Bureau were sure invested, she has to admit.]

I hope it was just a hallucination. [She snorts. She is highly amused.]

What could I have done in a past life to get a personal demon haunting me?

rowan damisch | arc of a scythe

[scythe_lucifer]

prompt three - support group | CW: reference to character death
Rowan tries to eat something because he knows he should keep his blood sugar up, but it's a difficult thing. The blueberry muffin he's trying to swallow tastes like sand in his mouth, and the coffee he's washing it down with tastes bitter and bland. Maybe they haven't put out the good stuff today or maybe it's just how he's feeling.

He hasn't been able to focus since the event. He's tried to get on with his life again -- as a pre-med student, there's very little time in his life for anything but being a student -- but nothing has been able to stick.

He keeps seeing that... that flash of whatever it was. He can't call it a memory because he doesn't want it to be a memory.

Falling, falling, falling. The wind whistling past his ears. The ground getting closer and closer.

He shakes himself out of his own mind when he notices someone sitting down next to him. He offers the new company a good-natured smile despite the swirl of thoughts and emotions. He's good at faking it.

"I wouldn't suggest the coffee." He pitches his voice lower, like he doesn't want to hurt the feelings of whoever provided it. "It kind of sucks."

[darkforcerising]

Anakin walked in, air pods blasting. The more he kept the outside world from distracting him, the better he could focus. He scanned the room, located the food table and made a bee-line. He grabbed a chocolate chip chocolate muffin and stuck it in his mouth and then filled a cup of coffee.

Finally he found picked a seat, noticing the man turn to him. Out of courtesy, he pulled an air pod out so he could listen to him talk.

He dropped the muffin into his prosthetic hand - best Earth science could provide, it looked very robotic even if he had minimal control over it. Sometimes things were only science-fiction-y enough.

"Oh good," he said in contradiction to Rowan's recommendation. "Fuel for my arm."

anna | frozen

[dronning_anna]

prompt two - network
I hate to ask this knowing that others might be in the same boat, but does anyone have a significant other that did not experience... what we experienced? It's just I don't know what to tell my boyfriend. Maybe... maybe the Bureau doesn't want me to say anything but it's my boyfriend, so... surely he doesn't count. I mean, he does count. You know what I mean.

prompt four - crime wave
"Hey, you big bully!"

Anna's got herself an umbrella in her mittened hands and nothing else but a glare. There's a mugging in progress: a poor older woman cornered by a twenty-something who looks like he could use less not more. And Anna's not going to stand for it.

(She hasn't seen the rest of the crime wave. This is the morning. She's on her way to breakfast. But it doesn't matter. She sees injustice and she has to act.)

"Why don't you pick on someone else!"

The young man immediately seems to snap out of it, offering numerous apologies as he slinks out of the alley and practically runs down the street. Anna lets him go, because he looks like he's got his tail between his legs, lesson learned now. But she does look more than a little surprised that he gave up so easily.

"Huh, I guess I'm scarier than I thought."

2

[tia_bean_ie]

Do you think he'll believe you?

Eleven- Dragon Quest XI

[bearshermark]

[Network]

What am I going to tell my mom?


[Support Group]

For all the unease eating away at his gut, the point of being there was something like bonding over shared experiences, if he understood it right. So he should probably at least try to talk to someone.

"Hi, I'm Eleven." He was always great at making friends in school, so this couldn't be too much harder, right? "Do you really think it's true? Memories of past lives and other worlds."


[Zombies]

[Eleven runs, the growls and rancid breaths of the undead hot on his heels. He's managed to surprise even himself with the effectiveness of the metal poker against one of them, but there's just too many now.

He can't seem to lose them. It's as if there's something about their senses that goes far beyond just visual because he's taken every sharp turn possible in an effort to shake them. ..Or maybe he has lost some of them and just can't tell the difference between the others that might have picked up his trail in the dark.

Eleven emerges from an alley and onto the street, head whipping about for somewhere to go, then sprints in the direction headed by the most light. A pale comfort, but it's better than nothing.

..Or it would be, if not for the other people he's accidentally just led a group of zombies to]

H-hey! Run! They're right behind me- go!

[A smattering of bewildered looks. A few heed his warning and hurry off, but the rest.. It's too late for them. He turns back toward his pursuers and clutches his weapon in both hands.]

..Sorry, Mom.

Network

[darkenedmoon]

The truth, one should hope.

Lisa Imai | BanG Dream!

[traceofeffort]

[2 | network (text; voice/video OK)]
I feel like life was simpler this time yesterday. Just me trying to get by, not figuring out who I am all over again. I've done that already. What the hell... well, I guess there's nothing else for it, right? So! Hello, secret society members! I hope we can all get along when reality isn't deciding it doesn't really apply to us.

[3]
[Somewhat uncharacteristically, Lisa's a little nervous as she sits in a chair and glances around, trying and mostly succeding to keep herself from hiding behind her mane of hair. A cup of lemonade is in her hands, shaking a little bit, but she's keeping her composure well enough after what proved to be a somewhat trying meeting; her fingers on the cup, semi-consciously, move in imitation of (unfamiliar) bass lines before she catches herself and forces them to still. It's some time, maybe a few minutes, before she shakes her head, works herself up to to an almost-convincing smile, and musters the courage to do what she usually does when she's lost: focus on other people until her thoughts settle. Lisa stands, and approaches anyone that doesn't seem too occupied with other people.]

Hey, you all right? New stuff in your head not too overwhelming?

[Nailed it.]

3

[missingache]

[Roxas is preoccupied only with the muffin he's taking care in eating so he doesn't end up with crumbs all over. Which still happens.

He looks up as he's spoken to and at least swallows what he's eaten before replying.]

It was. Not so much now. [How to explain...] It's just like a story. If I think about it like that, it makes it easier.

Yotsuyu goe Brutus | Final Fantasy XIV

[darkenedmoon]

(ooc: for prompt purposes, she thinks she's "Yotsuyu Naeuri". Thanks!)

[one]

Yes. Against all odds, she'd made it to the big city, made something of a small name for herself, had a dream job, a family...

And now? Now, Yotsuyu Naeuri stood in her office, clinging to her desk, and was doing her best to pretend that none of this was happening. Those were not her parents she was seeing--and yet, there was such painful familiarity to their words and their actions...

But what made everything worse? She could see her boss across the way in his own office, frozen as if he were taken with the same affliction. What in hell was going on here??


[three]

Impeccably dressed and manicured--clothing was armor and Yotsuyu did her very best to take that to heart. Especially when she felt so very vulnerable. It showed in her forbidding expression, and in the way she was absolutely decimating the donut she'd taken into crumbs with her fingers. She simply couldn't stomach it, at the moment. Nor does she speak, but she at least attempts to offer smiles around. She's well aware of the fact she's in uncertain waters, and allies, if not friends, would be a boon in this situation.

Well, her son couldn't say that she hadn't learned a few things from him. So she inclined her head, delicately cleared her throat, and introduced herself.

"My name is Yotsuyu Naeuri, and...I suppose I'm here for the same reasons the rest of you are..."

She admitted it, but that didn't mean she liked it...


[wildcard: choose your own adventure!]

[three]

[rose_byanyothername]

With a messy bun and an encouraging smile, <A href="https://cdn10.bigcommerce.com/s-p1opb5st/product_images/uploaded_images/taneshaawasthi1.png>Rose</a> nods along to her introduction. Her nails are chipped and her clothing is more on a stylish comfort scale of things; it's obvious that she's not taken the care she might for a more formal meeting. But she's a bright face in a sea of uncertainty. "I don't think any of us stumbled in by chance."

Thor Odinson [MCU]

[thepowerofthor]

✦Network

[ Thor feels like his whole life is in question. He has not remotely realized what he truly is, but the hints he has gotten in his memory, the flash he saw, that horrible scene, makes him worried about finding out. How many times does one wake up remembering the feeling of killing someone with an ax? Or so he assumes.

He remembers the feel of bringing Stormbringer down on the man, the being called Thanos, and splitting his chest as he felt anger and satisfaction run through him, a savage joy at the feeling of triumph. As soon as the flash had ended, Thor had thrown up.

Was he a psychopath? Was his other self a serial killer? The explanation form the Bureau had sent chills along him, and he still has a hard time believing it. He is dreaming/experiencing a new life? A life that is his? Somehow?

He shudders as he logs on to the Network and reads, mind conflicted with the ideas he feels. ]


[ Video - a scene opens up of Thor sitting, looking unsure, and waving at the camera ]

They said that there are others like me here, people who have visions of other lives. I am really hoping so, because right now, I feel like I am losing my mind.

I’m just a former football jock. I am not… whatever my dream self is.

Does anyone else’s dream self seem… insane?

***

✦Support Group

Thor is wary as he enters the room, and sighs, as he sees that yes, there are actually more people here, that yes, he is going to go through with this. God. He sets the brownies he had made on the table with the other food, and he settles down to a chair. He is wearing a hat and sunglasses, concealing his face some. He has been in commercials and in games and interviews., and he does not want fame right now. His life is a mess and he cannot deal with that, too.

The whole space makes him nervous, and a little weirded out, and he has never realized how cold such a room could get. As he gets a coffee, and looks around, he wonders if all of these people are like him and also finding new lives and new selves.

Listening to the meeting, he stays silent this first time, but he listens, and afterward, he finds himself still sitting, worried, confused, and not at all relieved that he is not alone. Well, mostly still not relieved.

***

✦Crimewave

When the bank robbery starts, Thor doesn’t even realize what is happening at first. He is aside, talking to a manager, setting up a new account, when the men come in and pull guns. He is so used to people having those fake-looking ones on set that, at first, he thinks that these are really good replicas and whoever is in props is good. When his brain catches up as a man pistol-whips a guard, Thor finds himself moving. As they shout its a robbery, he does not stop.

There are only two of them and they are close together still, and Thor does not stop to think what he is doing or why, as he drives forward a few steps turning into a midfield lunge, one that takes both men in teh side and back, slamming them into a wall and sending them, and Thor, onto the ground.

He rolls to one side and grabs one, lifting him from his knees and shouting. “Drop it.” The man stares at Thor, blinking, then at his gun, and screams, dropping the weapon, and Thor blinks back.

“What is going on? Why am I holding a gun?”

“What?”

What the heck is going on?

***

crimewave

[traceofeffort]

The problem with getting paid in small bills, honestly, is that you need to deposit them. This is why Lisa is at the bank between classes and looking only slightly nervous, muttering darkly to herself. "Calm down, Lisa, Law & Order is only popular because it's a good drama, not because it actually happens all the time-"

Then she hears the robbers, and all of her usual bravado and charisma and everything else leave her, and she makes a sound halfway between a scream and a terrified squeak and dives herself, but away from danger, behind the stand with all the papers on it she cannot possibly be bothered to remember the name of right now, hands over her head. By the time she's aware of herself, the echoes of a loud crash are fading from the room, and there are confused voices, and she can only barely hear them over her own soft whimpering. Oh, I don' wanna die today-!

She's shaking like a leaf, and torn between wanting to do something and wanting to stay behind her hideout until someone tells her it's safe. She settles for peeking her head out, and seeing... this guy apparently subduing them on his own? Should she help, or? No, but she might just be in the way-

-in her indecision she starts to stand back up again, still shaking but not wanting some random guy to get hurt either. She doesn't understand what's going well enough to help, but maybe if he needs a hand, she can throw something at them? Or something?? She's a guitarist, not a fighter, sorry.

Roxas | Kingdom Hearts

[missingache]

[Two]
I'm really confused. By whatever just happened.

Like

I don't know how to explain what just happened, but Different sounds like a good enough explanation.

[Three]
[The support group sounded like a good idea. Roxas went to see if maybe someone has a good idea of what's happening. Even if they don't, there's food, and with the memory(?) he had? Everything tastes like he's tasting it for the first time. Who knew muffins were actually good?

If someone wants something, better grab it quick. He's going to keep trying things, some several times, to see if all foods taste this good. Who need a support group when you have food?]

[Six]
[Wildcard me!]

2

[spaceclerking]

Different doesn't quite do it justice.

In my opinion.

I mean, moving across the country was different. This just makes no sense.

Ciel Phantomhive | Kuroshitsuji

[nondenominator]

[deja vu]

[It starts out as a normal day, Ciel got his camera and made sure his phone was charged, grabbed a cereal bar from the cabinet and headed out the door. Not for school, though he's old enough to still be in high school. Determination and being generally intelligent helped him to get ahead at least a year and graduate, allowing him time to himself before looking into colleges.

So for the foreseeable future, he had every intention of expanding his photography portfolio. He was lithe and, despite not being very athletic, could be quick when he needed to squirrel away from trouble or into a good hiding place.

He hadn't decided where to take photos that day, thinking of stopping in a cafe for a quick coffee to help wake up when it happens.

He stops. And everyone else affected stops. If it weren't for the strap around his neck and attached to the camera, he'd be down one very expensive and important part of his intended career path.

What he sees- remembers?- makes no sense. He's much older than the boy he recalls and he's sure he's never set foot in England. Ciel doesn't even have the accent and that should be hard to kick, shouldn't it?

He comes out of it with a gasp, clutching his camera to his chest and reaching one hand up to touch his perfectly working right eye, debating if it's really worth trying to take any photos today. Maybe a day at home would be better.]

[Network]

They have a network for this. A whole goddamn network. What the hell do we do with this? I had plans, what the hell am I supposed to do with all this?

[Group... therapy..?]

[Honestly, he's not sure why he's here. What is he supposed to say in this situation? How believable could he make any of this sound? He didn't even believe it!]

This is... how are we supposed to get 'support' for this?

[WILDCARD.]

[Thoughts?]

deja vu

[spaceclerking]

[Rosemary's in the coffee shop to pick up the office's coffee order. To the most junior falls the coffee runs. Thankfully she's still waiting for the order to be filled when it happens.

Once she comes out of it, she looks around frantically for any sign anyone else had something similar. She sees the young man gasp and gives him a rueful smile.]

You too?

Rosemary Harper - Wayfarers

[spaceclerking]

Support Group

She's been living lean since she moved to the city, so Rosemary isn't going to turn down free food, even if the reason it's on offer makes her feel slightly sick. She didn't recognize anyone else in the group, but that wasn't surprising. The city was big and she'd only been living here for a little under three ten... no. A little under a month. Why did she keep thinking of time in tendays and standards, ever since that... thing happened? Well, she supposed, sipping her lemonade and scanning the room for a seat, that was what she was here about, wasn't it?

"Is this seat taken?" she asked, as she approached what she hoped was an unclaimed seat near a few nonthreatening looking people.

Crime Wave
Rosemary never thought of herself as particularly brave or heroic, and if the mugger had been trying to target her, she might have folded completely. But seeing someone else in danger tapped a well of... something. "Hey!" she said, stepping between the mugger and their target. She swallowed hard and tried to sound imposing as she continued. "You don't have to do this!"
(Feel free to assume your character is the mugger or the target)

[howkickassiam]

York had arrived sometime earlier, having come straight to the meeting from work, and therefore arrived with an empty stomach. He hadn't really intended to make a meal of the snacks there, but here he was, working on his second plate of biscotti, along with a muffin and some fruit.

He looked up at Rosemary when she approached, a bite of the muffin in his mouth, and gestured for her to take a seat. A swallow of coffee helped him wash down the food and he nodded to her.

"Hey, sorry, I didn't mean to be rude," he said. "How are you doing? I'm York."

Wei Wuxian | MDZS/The Untamed | ota

[demonicflute]

I. Déjà Vu
CW: Death scene
[What is this dream? It started with a memory. It felt familiar, deep, and buried. There is anger, pain, and anguish. The place was rocky. There are people shouting and fighting. In the dream, he was hanging on for dear life on a cliff. He can feel it, he becomes weaker and weaker. He was exhausted and weary from the war. He's loosing strength as his hands is holding on the rock.

"Wei Ying...!"

A voice calling out his name. It felt familiar. Like that of an old friend wanting to save him. He looks up. A man wearing snow-white robes with eyes of pain and anguish. Was he a celestial being or a friend who cares deeply for him?

Either way, he hurt this man. That he knows. And he is deeply sorry for all the pain he caused him. He was his friend, someone close and dear. He can feel this in the dream. He caused this war. He was powerful once. Now he is nothing and shall be nothing.

Between him and the pit far below, from a place so high. At the bottom, it shall be his grave. Yet, a hand reached out to him and caught it. It was his friend's hand.

"...Let go of me." Is that his voice?

Another voice. "Wei Wuxian…" Who is that? Another man who is angry at him. "Go to hell!"

Tears fall down his cheeks. So much pain and regret, and this is all his fault. A sword strike the rock. He fell downward, down, down, down to the bottom, accepting his fate and his end. The last sight is the grey sky. Somehow, feeling all of this. It seems as if the sky is full of tears.]

II. Network
[Well, after being called one of the Different, this all make the more sense for him. That perhaps he's not of this world. He always felt he's from another planet.]

This is all dreary! Why should we live in the past? We can't change or prove what happened in our past lives. What if it's all a theory? I'm for one believe we should live in the present.

Still, if the theory is correct, what are your past lives are like? Hopefully, it's more interesting than mine.

III. Support Group
[Wei Wuxian help himself to the free food, thank you very much. Donuts, bagels, muffins, coffee, juice. Just gotta get all of that sugar. It's free while it last. The counseling room is dreary at best. And boring and terribly dull. Maybe the story of others maybe prove enlightening. This isn't the first time he has counseling or therapy involved talking.]

Counseling, huh? So what should we talk about? Our dreams?

IV. Crime wave
[Wei Wuxian strategically believe this should be best left to the police. It's their job. But when someone needs help. Especially concerning the robberies of old ladies or yourself. A hero doesn't expect to get a reward, do they?

Either way, he's just a passerby, but he has to help. Somehow, with a flying kick and a karate chop, he knocked out your assault and returns your purse, bag, phone.]

Here, this is yours, am I right? This city is crazy, where's the police? They ought to do their jobs.

V. Zombie Universe Bleed Over
[So, the universe bleeds through and the city is in turmoil yet again. As usual in a day of New York. This situation is absolutely familiar territory. The zombies are harmless. He's the Yiling Patriach back home and this dark power was rightfully his.

Just a verbal command, a whistle, or more effectively a melody from his flute and even the zombies obey his command. With his flute, he commands them to freeze and stand where they are. But only for a short period of time.]

All of you, stay back.

[Turning to you, with a hand on his hip, and grinning brightly as he twirls his flute around.]

I'll be all right. You run. I'll hold them back with my flute. You don't have much time, I freeze them in place.

VI. Wildcard
[Playing his flute and music on the street. Living out his college life. In New York city, it's just another day. Think of any scenario basing on the prompts above and HMU for plotting!]

II.

[howkickassiam]

As far as I can tell, where I came from if the whole 'past life' theory is correct? Someone was trying to kill me.

Luke Skywalker | Star Wars Legends

[blueskying]

[Network]

Hello! c: I'm Rev. Luke Walker. Please call me Sky....

I write sci fi and fantasy under a different name. Urban fantasy hasn't been my cup of cocoa. Maybe a genre change is good for me? L.O.L.!

[what is the point of playing an older individual if they don't type like older individuals I ask you]

[Support Group]

[Sky is a small man in his late sixties, just starting to become stooped and only now having his hair start to thin, with a prosthetic right hand (the five-fingered one he uses when appearance counts, not the more reliable double-hooked model) and a mild aspect. He's sat through the meeting with his right leg stretched out, and it's still bothering him, so he doesn't stand right away afterwards.]

Well. That's a thing. My dear, what would you say? [And he'll smile at anyone looking his way. By the wrinkles, he smiles more often than he frowns.] Sorry, bad habit. What do you think?

Support Group

[neverjedi]

[ He's been watching Sky on and off throughout the meeting, with a strange but largely unreadable expression on his face. At the end of the meeting he's looking that way again, then making his way over to Sky, rather than to the food table. ]

What I think is that I know you - or rather have known you.

[ They're a bit backward. He isn't in his early twenties, no, but he is also only thirty, and his hair is still all red-brown without even a hint of gray. He's still fit, even athletic, and just now that feels very strange. ]

Hello. I'm Ben. Feel free to call me Obi-Wan. [ That is the nickname, now, and it pre-dates the memories making it faintly amusing to him. ]

Clint Barton: Matt Fraction's Hawkeye

[faucon]

[Support Group]

The first thing Clint does after checking to see that he's not alone, is to raid the table. When he sits down with a stack of muffins and two cups of lemonade (so he won't have to get up to refill during someone's heart to heart), he realizes he might be the only one in the room with an appetite. Possibly he's also the one who didn't think 'maybe the lemonade is drugged'. The government does stuff like that, right?

Well it can't be any worse than Jonny's four year old cereal.

He doesn't say anything. He won't be the first person to talk, especially with a plate to clear. But he does notice you when you sit down, and he pauses, and then nods in greeting. Just two people with no clue what's going to happen next, hey?

[neverjedi]

He is completely willing to both eat and drink. After he takes his own muffin (singular) and cup of coffee (also singular) he moves to get himself clear of anyone else who happens to want to eat and makes his way toward an open seat and Clint.

The nod is inviting, but.

The amount of food and second cup are a bit harder to interpret. "...are you waiting on someone?"

Bella Donna Boudreaux | Marvel Comics

[poisonwine]

Network

I don't even know what I'm doing or- fuck it.

Hello, I'm Belle. I guess I'm weird or something. I was hoping to make some friends, maybe try a new hobby to meet folks. Didn't really think that hobby was gonna be talking to The Man about my murder dream, but I guess God works in mysterious ways or whatever.

text un; billy.cranston

[blewupmylunchbox]

Seems like we all have weird dreams here.

I mean, mine was less murder and more explosion, but yeah. I, uh, yeah.

Stan Pines | Gravity Falls

[i_ea_tkids]

Support Group

Stan doesn't really need support. So he's having weird dreams. So what? He's never had a triangle yell at him before, but this is New York, every living thing has yelled at him so why not shapes too?

So he slept through the sharing of heartfelt emotions and worries or whatever, but he's awake now and shoving free food into his pockets like a character out of a Dickens novel. That's not all he's been up to in the past five minutes, though. Above the box of donuts a very crudely designed poster for James and the Multicolor Dream Boat is taped to the wall with a local number listed to call for show times and a local address underneath. The logo for the theater matches the logo on Stan's fez, and is also imprinted on the metal knob at the top of his cane.

[royalresearch]

What an interesting looking man. Zelda finds herself looking over his strange attire quite a few times. Those pockets were a lot deeper than her own with how many donuts were being hidden in them.

"Excuse me? I am sure if you'd ask, they would not mind if you took a box of those dough rings."

Conner | Titans

[thatcloneguy]

Network

So, er, hi.

I'm Conner, and I'll be your friendly neighborhood amnesiac who has no clue what he is doing.

They tell me I am not alone in remembering things that can't be real. I thought I was crazy, but since this is all I can remember, I figure why not ride it out.

Er, anyone else have dreams of themselves like... doing things that normal people can't?

***

Post-Crime Wave:

When the bank robbery happens, Conner finds himself running toward the action, not away from it, and earns a bullet for his trouble. He is sitting in a cafe afterward, reading an article that is trying to make him out like some kind of hero when he sighs and throws the newspaper down. His face is everywhere now and he hates it.

"I'm not some damn hero. An idiot, maybe, but not a hero." And he winces as his shoulder aches, and his hand goes to it. Fuck, getting shot hurts.

Quentin Beck (Mysterio) | Marvel comics

[makeanentrance]

Network

[This was so confusing yet he couldn't help but feel this also felt so very familiar. Trying to put the pieces together, though, was eluding him, so he reaches out to the network for answers.]

The Multiverse. Other lives. Other paths and other people... Does anyone else feel like... this jumble of memories is all real? Not just some weird dreams? I mean, even beyond just one other life. So many that... maybe in one I'm... I mean you can be successful?

That things did work out somewhere.

That's a nice thought, isn't it?

[darkforcerising]

Or! This is all a glitch in the simulation, and we just have to wait for the power reset.

Zelda | LoZ: BotW

[royalresearch]

Network
It seems this is a contained event. At least for some. Does anyone have a hypothesis as to what really happened?

I do not believe we have been told everything we should be. Though that may make me sound as what you Americans like to call a "conspiracy theorist."

Wildcard
[Hit me with anything!]

Rudy Roughnight | Wild ARMs Alter Code: F

[westernwinds]

[2]

[ It took him a good handful of tries before had actually managed to post something. Not because he wasn't sure what to say (okay, that was part of it--if he said something foolish just how many people would see it?) but because posting meant accepting what had happened. ]

it's possible I won't see anything again for a long time, right?

[ Like a year. Or five years. Or maybe even fifty. Yeah, he liked those numbers better. ]

[3]

[ Rudy had never been particularly good with crowds. If there were only a couple of people here that would be one thing, but there were...a lot. And so, there he was, standing with his back to the wall and staring into the cup of lemonade that was left mostly untouched. His parents didn't know he was here. Maybe...maybe he should just leave before they started wondering where he was or where he'd been. How was he supposed to explain any of it?

Please pay no mind to the boy inching toward the door, fellow Differents! His escape would have gone perfectly too, if he had been more preoccupied with being aware of his surroundings instead of trying to determine whether anyone had noticed him trying to leave. ]

Oh, sorry...

[4]

[ Another one of his bad habits was jumping in to help others, even when it was an incredibly bad idea. He was definitely going to be getting an earful later for that, but that was not anywhere close to being on his mind when he put himself between the innocent party and a person brandishing a knife. But after he intervened and the aforementioned innocent party ran to safety... ]

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry! I really didn't mean it!"

Huh? [ A pause. ] I'm glad you didn't mean it, but can you put the knife down first?

"Oh! Yes! I'm sorry! Please forgive me!"

I-it's okay, really! No one got hurt, right? Here, I think I have a tissue in my bag...

[ Yes. He was reassuring the now sniffling and nearly bawling person who had nearly become a murderer. ]

Option [2]

[tara_samsara]

Maybe nothing new for a few weeks.

But the day I got my first memory I started seeing it in my dreams at least two or three times a week.

Laurel Lance | Arrow

[lostcanary]

Network


Everything feels different, doesn't it? I know it does for me. Suddenly, you're not exactly who you thought you were. At all. How are all of you dealing with this?


Support Group

The lemonade is a little too sweet for Laurel's taste, but that's hardly the biggest issue that she's been facing lately. I was a bad guy. Literally. I've killed people. That - that was an issue.

Laurel sighs and takes a seat, looking around the room. Some people seem a little familiar with each other - others, less so. She sees one or two who look like they may have ventured into her flower shop at some point, but then it was possible that they just had one of those faces. Or maybe I killed them in that other life. She shudders at the unbidden thought. It wasn't all bad. She'd had other dreams too - more heroic ones. But that didn't quell the unease at the other dreams she'd had. The darker ones.

Why couldn't the lemonade be a hard lemonade? She could really use a drink right then.

Crime Wave

All Laurel had wanted was to make a deposit into her business account and then go home and relax with a glass of wine and some ice cream. Easy, simple. Push away the thoughts of these new memories and just zone out with some cooking competition show. But no, instead there were masked robbers, and they had appeared right after she had finished her transaction. What, they couldn't have waited like five minutes?

Still, when the gun is pointed at her, Laurel springs into action. She takes a step back before moving forward, throwing herself into a handspring, turning the end of that into a flying scissor kick. It lands, perfectly, and the would-be robber is knocked out. She whips around and takes his partner out with a quick crane strike.

But...but where had all of that even come from? Laurel had never gone beyond a brown belt in judo, and that was back in middle school.

Support Group

[darkforcerising]

Anakin dropped his backpack in front of the chair and slouched into the seat next to Laurel. He tugged open the bag and pulled his air pods out of his ears and quickly stowed them and his iPhone. Then he moved moved the bag out of the way, tucking it under the chair with his feet.

"So, you've got some new, foreign memories bouncing around your head?"

Qui-Gon Jinn | Star Wars The Phantom Menace

[unorthodoxjinn]

prompt one:
The day had begun completely routinely. He'd gotten up, had his usual breakfast, checked in at one of the nearby shelters to be certain they didn't need him for anything before going about his other routine business.

He'd made it close to the park when it happened. Abruptly, he wasn't on a city street. He wasn't dressed in his usual clothes, yet despite that, the clothes he was wearing felt right as if he normally wore them routinely. He was walking with someone smaller than him, someone he felt close to it would appear given the arm he had resting over the younger man's shoulders in a comfortable manner. They were engaged in a casual conversation as they walked away from an area that would have looked right at home in a science fiction movie.

The content of the conversation he was listening to might have been comical had it not been so concerning and over all confusing. There was the one term he'd heard himself use that he had no idea what it meant.. even though it felt like he should know. Judging by how it had been used.. perhaps Padawan was some type of title.

Unfortunately, he had no such contextual clue for the other strange name. He'd never even heard of any place called Pijal.

Needless to say, once he was back on familiar ground, the sights and sounds of the city, he knew that the rest of his routine was not going to happen. He needed to figure out what the hell just happened and if possible how and why...which he suspected would be far more difficult than any other investigation he'd done in the past.

prompt two

[Qui-Gon doesn't trust the man who had found and spoken with him about the memory...vision.. he'd experienced, a small part of him wondered if the man might even be in some way responsible for it. It seemed rather too convenient that the man knew exactly when and where to find him after it transpired, regardless of the apparent side effect of it happening.

That didn't mean he was going to ignore the tool placed at his disposal however. This network would hopefully lend itself to helping him learn anything he might need in his investigation about what had happened to him, and about this group that the Bureau called the Different.]

How many others here are part of this network?

[Getting a headcount of participants was likely a good start, he would get an idea just how large this group of Different was. Not to mention, have an idea of how hard it would be to question all involved to get their own stories and thus see if there was any commonality between them all. Or even get how they felt about the man and his organization. See if he was alone or joined in his suspicions.]

Does anyone know how long this has been going on?

[A timeframe would be another useful thing to compile as well. If it was possible anyway.]

[neverjedi]

He's been avoiding the park for a bit, after the most recent batch of new memories. As such, he hasn't seen Qui-Gon for a bit. He does now, just as he's moving toward one of the chess tables.

He detours slightly to nod in greeting, though he is very faintly concerned - and trying very very hard to keep his greeting typical, neutral, and natural.

Because he knows this guy - now, and part of that is the name, most of it even since he looks different, too, without the robes and long hair - and that's just awkward.

"You look a little.. dazed. Is everything okay?"