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Test Drive Meme 2.

These are the mem’ries that last.
These are the mem’ries that will never pass.
And time waits for no one.
It’s gone in a flash.
And only the mem’ries will last.

Prompt 1:

he forest looms, uninviting and full of menace, an unwelcoming place for sure. Time to go explore! It isn't as though there's anywhere else to go, now that you've looked around the Town.

The trees whack at you with branches that have far too much mobility for normal trees, strange and mutated animals watch from the shadows and boughs, and there’s the constant, constant sense of being watched --

But eventually, nonetheless, you’ll come across a small house in the forest. It sticks out like a sore thumb, bright and colorful, which is probably the first warning that something is way off, and it’s...covered in candy. It’s a candy house! It looks delicious.

(It’s empty, too, not a single soul in it, without even furniture, but everything is otherwise edible and utterly delicious.)

But if you eat the candy? You’re going to have a terrible, overwhelming urge to do one of two things:

Fight the first person you see

Kiss the first person you see

Unfortunate.

Prompt 2:

he problem with a Town like this is that now that color is starting to return, bit by bit? You never really know when color’s going to come back -- or disappear. Maybe you’ve made a delightful, delicious sandwich from handmade bread and tomatoes and deer meat, all of which have color now… and then suddenly, when taking a bite, you get only the taste of ash and bread and tomato as the deer meat loses color.

Also, someone probably died for that color to fade away. Alarming!

Or maybe you’re walking along when suddenly your makeshift clothing is a hideous mix-match of colors; it had seemed fine when it was all grey and colorless!

Or perhaps, even worse, you’re walking out of a house when suddenly, the flowerbed in front of it has full color, bright and maybe a little blinding after so much monochrome. Damn those color mechanics.

Prompt 3:

he quest seems simple, on the Quest Post:

Quest 33:
Feed the Cockatrice.
Requirements: 2 of any color

Key word, of course, is seems. First, you have to find the cockatrice. Maybe grab someone to drag into the woods with you, since there needs to be at least two of you. Time to stomp through the woods in search of the elusive cockatrice.

Of course, once you find it, the quest...looks a bit harder. The monster hisses, ready to turn anyone who approaches to stone, as cockatrice tend to do. What do you even feed that thing? How will you get it to take it without getting stoned up? There are so many questions.

At least the stone will wear off...eventually… if you’re unlucky enough to get petrified.

Prompt 4:

ut hey, you did it! You fed the cockatrice, it seemed satisfied, and now you can go fetch your reward from your home. It must be something amazing, with the work that you put in.

The only change in your home, though, is what looks like a...picture book. It's got a colorful cover (in your character's color shade), and has their name on the cover, so it definitely belongs to them.

And when they flip it open, it's clearly full of pictures scribbled in, as if drawn in scribbly crayon. Unlike the rest of the Town, this book is fully colorful, every shade of the rainbow in those crayon strokes... which depict, page by page, your character's worst moments in their life. Every single last horrific experience or tragic moment -- it's all there, in colorful, cute children's drawings.

Congratulations!

Extra:

Got something in mind? Want to play with the setting more? The sky's the limit, so feel free and make up your own prompts to play with!

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one;
[Yuuri's been through a lot in her lifetime. There's something about being pulled through time to the Bronze Age that makes one willing to believe in almost anything, but candy houses still seem like something out of fairy tales to her.

Her first instinct is to eat it. ...buuuut even she knows it's probably not safe.

Still, she's kind of sniffing around the structure and the furniture, trying to decide whether or not to take the plunge.]

...it smells edible, don't you think?

two;
[A girl's gotta eat.

It's been awhile since Yuuri's made her own food, but she still remembers how. (And, to be fair, sandwiches are pretty basic.) So here she is with a batch of ingredients spread out in front of her, already chopped and prepped.

She's looking away from them for now as she arranges a few slices of bread.]

Can you hand me a few slices of tomato? The red ones.

[She clarifies, just in case there's anyone here who doesn't know what a tomato is. There were all sorts of things she didn't know when she appeared in the Hittite Empire, after all.

...to bad for her all of the pre-cut ingredients have lost their color! Now they're just sort of colorless veggies in the same general shape. That might make granting her request a little harder.]

three;
[All right, it's quest time.

Are you here willingly or not? Who knows. Yuuri's preference is for wiling participants, but if they need to complete these quests, she's not above dragging someone along either. They've... found the cockatrice! It hasn't noticed them yet, because they're hiding in some bushes to keep it from spotting them.

Her voice comes out in a hushed whisper.]

What do cockatrices eat, anyway?

four;
[Storytime!

Here's Yuuri with her book. She's got it open to a page depicting her on a horse, about to cross a river, as some kind of head ornament breaks. It's hard to tell in the crayon-like drawing, but her expression is conflicted.

...it's a mirror of the look on her face now, actually.]

...Kail...

[Had she been about to change the course of history, she wonders? Maybe she was always meant to go home. Maybe since she didn't, the powers that be whisked her away to keep from changing something that shouldn't be changed.

That's a sobering thought.]

wilcard;
[If you want to do something else, hit me with whatever! You can catch me on plurk at

hungriest if you want to hash something out first!]

[ I - A KISS WITH A FIST.... ]

[Guess who has two thumbs and no self of self-preservation?

THIS GUY.]

Oh, that looks delicious...! [Ieyasu will just. Break off a piece? What the fuck. His eyes gleam with both curiosity an delight as he sniffs it, turning to the nearest person and - ] Excuse me, my friend! Would you happen to know what this is?

[it's candy, you old timey fool!!!]

Is it safe to consume? Or - is this someone's home? [ . . . wait, fuck - ] Ah, should I not have broken it...?

[TOO LATE]

[ III - BAKAWK ]

Ah, a mission...? Well, it's been a while since I had another lord to report to.

[ - but despite this, he doesn't sound bothered at all? Ieyasu grins easily as he looks over the instructions and thinks well, it sounds simple enough? once again he will find the nearest person who seems to express interest and holds a hand out to them in his too friendly way, as if he's addressing an old comrade rather than a stranger]

Shall we? I promise to have your back through any danger...!

[given that his hands seems to be decked out with pretty intense brass knuckles, maybe he has enough brawn to back up his bark...?]

[ IV - WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS (OR LIVES) ]

[Ieyasu took his book outside, because he does all his best thinking outside rather than cooped up indoors. as such, it's easy to find him rather comfortably sat on the ground, legs crossed with his chin resting in one hand, book in front of him. in most situations, his disposition is sunny. even if you hadn't encountered him directly, he was certainly always smiling, beaming, laughing -

the pages open in front of him are covered in red.

gruesome, wartorn scenes cover the pages, small crayon warriors felled in a myriad of bloody ways. impaled by spears, swords, decapitated. pages and pages of crayon death. each page he turns is the same. a new crudely drawn landscape of a battlefield, often with a small man in yellow off to the side, only able to look on over the fallen soldiers.

a soft, rueful laugh that seems to carry the weight of the world escapes him as obvious pain flashes over his expression]

... Aha... Charming...

[ieyasu's eyes remain downcast up until he realizes that there's someone nearby. he doesn't seem to be concerned if they've noticed the remarkable amount of Death in his book, instead meeting their gaze with a rather sheepish look]

I rather hope that your gift contains happier tidings than mine....

[ WILDCARD ME UP ]

[feel free to slam into me on plurk at

evergrace also!! OR HIT ME WITH WHATEVER, I'LL TAKE IT]

[ annabeth can be found constantly in jeans; sneakers; a neon orange camp half-blood t-shirt; and a necklace with ten clay beads, a coral pendant, and a gold ring hung on it. her hair is either down or up but is consistently curly, and her eyes are ~intense stormy gray~ thanks canon for that. ]

i. suspicious house candy

[ annabeth doesn't eat the candy. because...why? no? that's dumb? she's well known for not being a complete moron? it's like her calling card. she's reckless sometimes, yes, and she's curious about it...but eating a candy house in the middle of the woods isn't really tempting so much as it is kind of insulting.

accordingly she'll be standing there with her hands on her hips staring at you in patent disbelief if you try any of the candy. ]

Seriously?

[ spoiler alert: if you try to fight her or kiss her, the result will be the same. annabeth chase is pretty much always ready to rumble.

if you don't try the obviously suspect candy, she'll just have her arms crossed as she eyes the house. ]

This has to be the most obvious trap I've seen in...a week. [ look........... ]

iii. questing is second nature here

Okay, usually the best way to deal with a cockatrice is a reflective surface - but that's to trick it into killing itself. I suppose killing it would not qualify as feeding it, so we're going to have to get creative.

[ for a teenager with blond princess curls annabeth sure seems fine with this turn of events? she pulls a new york yankees baseball cap out of her back pocket. ]

First off, we can't meet its gaze...but sneaking up on it and throwing down the food might be our best option? You just cause a distraction and I'll sneak.

iv. this reward is worse than a t-shirt

[ the fun part of being a demigod: there are just so many worst moments to choose from. the one the book is held open to as annabeth more or less storms outside depicts a younger version of herself holding the entire sky on her shoulders.

it actually isn't a metaphor.

she storms with a purpose, generally, and it is straight over to you. ]

Did you get one of these??? [ it's not clear if other people getting terrible picture books would be better or worse, here. ]

v. town hall

[ assuming there have been other meetups, this seems like a good enough place to hang about outside of her own home in flavo. annabeth has a laptop open and is typing away industriously - but the laptop looks a bit higher tech than their assigned laptops, and the keys and readout is all in ancient greek.

probably most people can't read that, although they can see schematics on the screen which look like bridge plans for some reason...

well, some of the bridges from the other month might need fixing still who knows. ]

wildcard

[ or throw whatever at me! you can reach me on plurk at lucylovespluto if you need! ]

1 — That'll Give You Diabeetus

[You know, it's really a testament to how utterly terrible her life is that she's walking through a forest and even the literal trees are beating her up, and yet the reaction the strange blond girl in Victorian dress appears to be having to all this is essentially best summed up by John Mulaney.

She's quite pretty, even though her shoulder-length hair is conspicuously tattered at the ends, looking more like it's been hacked off than properly trimmed; then, of course, there's the fact that her full-length gown with corset and heels render her completely out of place in the uneven terrain of a forest. Plus there's the fact that she just looks more like she belongs posed on a shelf somewhere than wandering around — doll-like, with big blue eyes and fair skin and something a little eerie about the way that she carries herself, a little too poised and a little too scared.

You might just see her being knocked down by the branches, if you happen to be in the woods; she's about as light as a bunch of grapes, and consequently it doesn't take much for the trees to bat her over. Still, she keeps getting back up and wandering, looking increasingly more miserable as she goes, until finally she reaches the candy house in the clearing.

And you know, this isn't her house and a witch will probably leap out if she decides to sample it, but, well. You know those days where you're like, this might as well happen?

Yeah. This is one of them.]

3 — Attila the Hen

[Oh, boy, oh, boy, time to go into the woods and get stoned!

Or, well. Time to set off on that particular adventure, at least. Meridiana's sort of hovering around by the edge of the forest at this point, looking utterly out of place and generally nervous, which probably isn't a surprise when you consider how tired she is of getting whacked around by all those tree branches.

Still, a quest is a quest, and she's doing her best to bear up bravely, so if you happen to be her vicinity, she might just flag you down —]

Er...pardon me, but — are we all meant to venture out and see about this...feeding business? It's only that I'm not sure if I'm, er, well suited to it, and...

[She looks like she'd fall over and faint after ten minutes of hiking, frankly, "not well-suited" is a bit of an understatement.]

4 — CW: Kaori Yuki

[How exactly did Meridiana manage to assist in completing this quest? Who even knows, but it seems she's found her picture book, and has taken it outside by the well to have a look and read it, intrigued by the warm yellow cover and the sight of her name emblazoned across it —

Of course, the instant after she opens it up and has a look, she slams the cover shut again, abruptly going deathly white and more than a little terrified, and starts clutching the book to her chest with both arms folded over it, like she's trying to hold it so tight that there's no chance of it ever opening again.]

EXTRA — So Quaint You're Gonna Die

[Want to encounter Meridiana somewhere else? Hit me up!]

i.candy
[ Holy crap a candy house. Mafuyu has not read enough books to know what this might mean, going straight for the bright reds and breaking off large chunks of rock candy. This is all hers. There is no need for any mysterious magical influence over her will, she will fight any person who so much as sets their eyes on the house, aiming a straight punch straight to the sternum with no warning whatsoever. ]

ii.quest
What's a cockatrice?

[ The rest of the quest Mafuyu seems to have figured out, her arms full of all sorts of colored food- candy, fruits... mostly candy. But there's no feeding without a target, so in the meantime, she traipses through the forest crunching lollipops and chewing on the sticks, shouting all along the way. ]

Hey, cockatriiiiiicce! Come out here and show your face!

[ Surely that will get the creature to appear. ]

iii.storybook
What the heck...?

[ Mafuyu frowns at the book. She hasn't even opened it yet, and already she's disappointed— it had to be a book, nothing she can eat. A useless prize. At least it's a picture book and not one with a lot of words, and she flips through it with mild disinterest.

Her, with long blond hair and a middle schooler's uniform, getting handcuffed by the cops.

Her, with a knife embedded on the wall half an inch from the side of her head, her mother looming before her.

Her, lying on the ground, bloody and bruised with a boy standing in front of her, broomstick in his hands. ]

Amazing... This is amazing. [ The art? The story? No. ] This is me, right? All this is stuff about me? That means somebody's a really big fan of me, right?!

[ How else would they know!! She looks absolutely delighted.]

wc.
[ open prompt; contact at

birdseed for anything! o7 ]

Prompt 1

[For the record? He's not super pleased he's got to tromp around in the woods again. Like, yeah, he can do it, it's not like he's helpless, and anyway he doesn't really have a choice . . . but all that being said, he's always liked the city more. Way less dirt and fuss and way more cute girls and fancy clothes.

But hey, for a man newly ressurected, he doesn't have a lot to complain about, so he supposes he'll take it. He even got his old clothes back! That's . . . nice, he supposes.

But so: here he is, picking his way languidly through the woods, hands jammed into his leather pants, when suddenly there's . . . a house made of candy.]

. . . seriously?

[He actually glances around, like maybe somebody's going to pop out and shout surprise! The world's weirded Candid Camera, you know? But no, no, nobody's near, and after a few seconds Greed shrugs.

And maybe the kid rubbed off a bit on him, because though he's not human, though he doesn't actually need to eat, still he picks off a bit of the exterior and pops it into his mouth.

Eh. Lemon flavored. Not really worth it.

It takes about three seconds for the effects to kick in. Honestly, it's a little hard to tell, because there's a part of Greed who's always ready to throw down in one way if not another. So when he spots someone else coming up along near him, he's got one of two responses.

But see, it's honestly pretty easy. If you're a lady, he's going to try and kiss you. And if you're a dude, he's going to try to fight you.

Either way, square up, because there's a dude staring over at you with a grin that's full of far too many sharp teeth. Seriously, what is he, a shark?]

Prompt 4;

Well, well.

[Oh, is this book filled with all the worst days of his lengthy life? You wouldn't know it from Greed's expression. He looks pretty interested as he flips through the pages, whistling softly at one particularly bright illustration. There's lots of gold and red on that one; it almost looks as if there's someone being lowered into a boiling vat of . . . something. Gold? Lava? Who can tell, because--]

Man, these drawings are terrible.

[And creepy! Super creepy! He's definitely skipping past a few in the beginning, but hey, that's no big deal. They just weren't that interesting, that's all. Not at all. Dull, dull, dull . . .

He lingers over another, wrinkling his nose as he stares down at it. It's a stark blue sky, marred by a black-and-red blob seemingly floating around in the midst. That's weird.]

I. eating weird homes

[There's food and Ling has been miserably crawling around in the woods for who knows how long - it could be an hour or five, it could be ten minutes, regardless: he's going to eat this whole house. Is it dangerous? Probably! Why would a house be made out of sugar!

But he's most definitely sitting on the ground with half of a door frame lined with gumdrops and some other pieces of candy house siding (huge slabs of chocolate? whatever) sitting in his lap, and he is eating it all. Surely a young man of this relative size and shape cannot eat that much pure sugar and garbage, but he's doing it. He gets overzealous reaching over to pull more of the house's candy siding off and stick it in his mouth, such that he turns to the side a moment later to spit it out. Hm!]

Grass... [Okay now he has to pick dirt and crap off his delicious snack, then he's back to shoving pure sugar into his face. Eventually he'll look up and, with his mouth full—]

Oh, do you want some?

[let's fight and/or make out, these will both go well]

II. yall remember blo pens, now that was a color mistake

[Or: another prompt where Ling is still eating, and seriously lamenting because it seems like each time he brings a piece of food to his mouth, it turns gray and crumbles into inedible, dusty chunks in his hands. This is the fourth sandwich he's attempted to make and eat, and he's starting to look a little worse for wear.

Like, actually. At this point he's gone from sitting at a table to lying on the ground with some slices of bread and a tomato he's staring at, waiting for it to betray him like every other piece of food here. He reaches out to poke it... and there it goes, turning into garbage. He puts his head down on the ground.]

So hungry... Please, spare me some real food. [That's you he's reaching out toward, at also the exact moment his gray shirt comes to life in the worst way.]

IV. skippable fight cutscene

[yall fighting birds is not my strong suit, anyway

You ever see a man brood over a coloring book? Because that's what Ling's doing now, sitting and flipping pages in his custom book. Some he flips too fast to catch what the drawing is supposed to be, but rest assured, they are all very red. (Thankfully not all of that red is blood, necessarily—)

Either way, he looks much more serious than he did when he was wheezing about starving on the ground, but after a while he simply closes the book in his lap and sits back with a sigh. Hmm. Hmm.]

Isn't it funny, how someone out there thinks a reminder is necessary?

[Like come the fuck on, he hasn't forgotten any of the worst mistakes he's ever managed. Come on!!!]

wildcard.

[it's me jojoveller, fuck it up with me]

i.

[So there’s a candy house. That’s something. He’s going to stare at it for a moment before breaking off a small part of the house to examine it. He’s not going to eat it (probably) given where it’s from, but should anyone come across the house while he’s still there they’ll find him with a chunk of candy in his hand as he wanders the house and finds it empty.]

Any guesses where it came from? [Percy…maybe let go of the candy.]

iii.

[Who follows directions? Not Percy Jackson! He sees the quest and figures he’ll find a second person later before he heads off into the woods to find a cockatrice. (Whatever that is. He has a guess.)

It’s why anyone in the woods will find a teenage boy with a sword swinging at the monster to fend it off and distract it from turning him into stone. Look, he’s already dealt with that danger once, let’s not do it again? He’s a good distraction at least and he’ll look over at anyone who stumbles upon the area with a vaguely annoyed expression.]

Food! Fast food. That’s probably the best way to handle this but try not to look it in the eye. Deffffinitely don’t do that.

iv.

[He’s sitting on a dock near the water with a picture book in his hand, ignoring the fact that the book says “Perseus” rather than Percy in a blue color. As he flips through the book though he frowns in thought. He recognizes these events and eventually he lays on his back and lazily flips through the pages. A woman disappearing right before the eyes of a young boy. A younger version of himself as a guinea pig. Holding up the sky, so many scribbly figures laying on the ground…wolves…and a page fully colored in black save for one single yellow line.

Hm. Weird.]

I’ve heard of artist interpretation but this is a little much.

wildcard

[Found wandering town, Percy’s in a bright orange t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers with a necklace containing five clay beads on it hanging around his neck. He’s twirling a ballpoint pen between his fingers and though he won’t say anything, he does give a polite kind of wave to anybody who passes by. He’s a man on a mission and that mission is figuring out what’s up.

Alternatively, you might find him swimming in the ocean? The gray…very…still ocean. It might not be a bad idea to con him out of the water.

You can also hit me at

alternatively]

Edited 2018-04-29 01:42 (UTC)

ONE: LOCAL DELINQUENT CAUSES TROUBLE FOR NEIGHBOURHOOD

[ A candy house. Incredible. This house might be the most striking thing in his strange, monochromatic world, and while Josuke is a cautious fellow he also tends to get curious. He can't see a ... huge, colourful, candy-like house without wanting to investigate it. Of course, he's going to stay a little wary - this new place he's in is bizarre (haha) to begin with, there's no leaving out the possibility that this might be a magical trap or some weird Stand attack. It's probably fine if he doesn't actually go in, right? He can hover around outside and try to peek into the windows, like some large delinquent trying to cause trouble at another person's house ... He definitely looks the part.

While peeking into the window, his thumb grazes the cream-coated wall, some cream catching onto it. Without much thought, he licks that cream off. ]

Looks like no one's home. This is still so freaky though, whoever owns this place sure has weird taste. [ Haha. 'Taste'. He didn't intend that pun. ] It's like I'm in 'Hansel and Gretel' ...

[ Oh, but there's someone coming up behind him now. Josuke turns to them immediately. ] Whoa, this your house? I was just curious about it, don't get the wrong idea!

[ HE'S NOT TRYING TO BREAK AND ENTER! The life of the average guy who chooses to look like a delinquent. ]

TWO: LOCAL DELINQUENT COMMITS THEFT

[ He isn't sure about following the instructions of somebody he doesn't even know, but he was told that he'll get something out of it, and any sort of reward - something from home, real food that won't lose its colour, clothes and other necessities - is favourable for the guy who has nothing. To begin with, he doesn't even know what a cockatrice is, given his disinterest in cryptids (normal teenage boys would rather play video games than read about fictional monsters, okay). ]

This 'cockatrice' ... Is it something like a chicken? [ Hey, he's close enough. Anyway, as they speak, Josuke is currently ... uh, stealing some food out of someone's abandoned home. Some vegetables and suspicious meats, to be precise. ]

Feels kinda bad to be doing this, but it's not stealing if no one actually lives here right? [ This house looks hella abandoned. ] I think this'll do. Everyone likes a good sausage.

[ shut up josuke

But how long will this sausage keep its flavor ... ]

FOUR: LOCAL DELINQUENT WASTES PAPER

[ What kind of reward is THIS? They could have given him some good food, or a nice shirt, but instead they chose to mock him with this macabre children's book? ]

Whoever made this definitely ain't right in the head! What the hell -- It's weird enough they know my name, but to draw all of this --

[ He's seething already at the drawing of his grandfather, lying on the ground with his eyes half-open and lifeless. There's even a crude drawing of himself, desperately trying to heal the man and failing. On the next page, he arrives at a drawing of his best friend Okuyasu, lying on the ground with almost half of his chest blown out of him. The drawings are much too crude to actually invoke a feeling of disgust in anyone else, looking more like the doodles of a particularly imaginative child, but the memories -- It's all too fresh in his mind, having experienced them only a few weeks ago. ]

You've gotta be fucking kidding me. What is this bullshit -- [ Two ghost-like, pink hands appear to phase out of him and grab hold of the book he's holding, and he tears right through the binding, shredding the book in an instant. ]

WILDCARD-KUN
[ idk do something else with me, honestly i'm feeling lit right now so if you leave a blank comment i'll write you a starter. i can also be reached via pm or at

capsu

Edited 2018-04-29 01:58 (UTC)

prompt 2

[Your walk would be fairly uneventful, if it weren't for the very undignified yelp directly into your ear from a man who was just about to pass you by, followed with a loud splash. You passed a puddle, you remember — and if you were to turn, you'd find a man stamping his feet into it with a bewildered expression at his own reflection.

His outfit, while not lacking any color, was amplified in saturation and noise by several degrees. His shirt is now littered with spots. His pants striped. His jacket, however, seems to be the worst offender: its swirls surround an eye that stares into ones soul.]

Now, I am not a hard working [he says] esteemed wizard [loudly] who gives back to his community tenfold [like a liar] just to deserve my wardrobe to be changed without permission! Free of old women tormented me once before, only to be haunted again!

prompt 4

[But the hysterics do not stop on the streets. Have you ever seen a man slumped over, moaning at the threshold of his home? Well, today is your lucky day. Howl is draped against the frame, face shrouded by his own hair, staring down at picture book he's cast to the ground. It lies open, images fueling his anguish facing the sky:]

wildcard

[1: i'm sorry, 2: that's all i got folks.... let me know if you want to kiss him but why would you]

i;
[ So, technically most of these candies are kinds Hanbei's never even seen, but there are a couple of familiar things in there, and between wondering why on earth there's an entire bed made of mochi and sniffing at the other furnishings, he can put two and two together.

He's also not familiar with any fairy tales about witches living in candy houses, but any suspicious mind can find a few things wrong with this scenario nonetheless. ]

Well, at least it's more interesting than the traps I usually see.

iv;
[ A book is a welcome diversion, but it's a nice day, so rather than open it on the spot, Hanbei tucks it under his arm, wanders outside, and finds a good tree with a nice comfy spot in the shade. Then he takes a few minutes to settle down, decide how he feels like sitting, change position a few times, and finally settle on sprawling out on his stomach with his chin propped in his hands and the book in front of him.

Then he takes a few more moments to actually bother opening the book, because clearly he is in no kind of hurry today.

Massive armies of soldiers have never slaughtered each other in such cute, colorful detail, although he stops on a page with some pink banners and frowns. ]

That must be creative license, right? I can't think of a clan that actually has banners like that.

I. CANDY HOUSE

_{[ Alright, he's a little weird, but he finds himself fond of the forest that may be a little spooky and may that unsettling feeling that one is being watched, It's stupidly reminiscent of home— home back on hellmurder island, population him and him alone. The strange fauna in this place are also no news to him even though they are creatures he hadn't seen before, he knows how to approach animals and beasts with caution.

He's muttering incoherently to himself as he tip toes cautiously through the forest, carrying with him a single (1) golden pistol and wearing some non-threatening, humiliating, exposing, self-washing and laundering god-jammies that he isn't so proud about but haven't gotten himself a decent pair of shorts yet so what can you do when you can't pick your god tier outfit. Your immortal (maybe not so much anymore) life is forever suffering when you're a Homestuck.

Though, he practically drops his gun when he takes sight of the candy house up ahead. Nope, nope, nope, nope. He's had dealings with bright candy, maybe not from the source itself, but he knows what this means. NOPE. NOPE. Sorry, he's just, going to like, uh, instinctively shoot? Blast the house? Yeah. Three or four bullets, they go flying and hit various parts of the house, sending bits of different kind of sweets whizzing through the air. He blows smoke off his gun and talks to, uh, the house that he just fired at. ]}

Hoo! I know your ways, miss sweets-bright-alot! What with your seductive ways of color, drawing my hunger and resistance into submission with assorted flavors and infectionary-confectionary sugar. Not today, you candy-harlot!
_{[ do you really want to talk to him or just walk... away... ]}

3. QUEST POST

_{[ casually just responding to the quest board because homestucks try to find the text prompt asap....
anyway his text is a disgusting yellow have fun.. ]}

Demanding fella aint he? I dare say i dont think ive *ever* come across such a bossy person with a vague sense of instruction.
Ha well okay maybe i came across one bossy spidery girl but i think thats kind of different cause at least she gave us a tad more deets about what the devilshits we were apt to do in a situation.
But anywhoodles what the hellblazes is a cock

_{[ a beat. ]}

Erg... cockatrice.
Um i hit post too soon sorry about that.
Can you edit posts after you post them?

Edited 2018-04-29 02:10 (UTC)

1. While visions of sugarplums get their skinny butts kicked

[While the house isn't sporting any conspicuously missing pieces of roof or windowpane, something is off about it. Besides the general off-ness of its being a candy house, of course.

What's wrong is obvious after a second: The door's been left ajar. And inside, curled up on the bare floor, looking far more battered than one can rightly attribute even to the punishment of the forest trees, lies a fitfully dozing young man. Seriously, he looks like a truck hit him, his bare arms are more bruise and scrape than they are freckles. Poor kid.

Prompto groans, rolls over, opens his eyes, and freezes as he catches sight of whoever's in the doorway.]

3. My hair does NOT look like a cockatrice butt!

Why would you want to feed a cockatrice?

[Well, someone's incredulous.]

Those guys are nasty! And they're not even cute like the babies are. Look, I'll show you a picture, you do not want to tangle with these things.

[Already, he's hopping forward from where he was standing, pulling a camera from his side and scrolling through the gallery.]

I'm sure I've got a photo saved somewhere...

4. Everything is butts

[BAM. Prompto bursts out of his house looking ash-white, book tucked tightly under his arm, and casts around nervously. Oh--there's someone. He gulps and approaches, looking like nothing so much as a skittish, squeamish colt.]

Hey, um, do you have a lighter I could borrow? Or a matchbook? I gotta--I gotta take care of something real fast.

i. FLOAT LIKE A BUTTERFLY, STING LIKE A BEE!!

[ it's not that nanami... is stupid. she's just careless, and when she sees a house made of candy in the middle of a creepy forest, of course she's cautious, but at the same time, plenty of people smarter than her have done silly things like lick things that extremely shouldn't be licked. the fact that it's in color makes it only more appealing, and so she does what any fool would do—she plucks one of the smaller, hard candies from a corner and pops it in her mouth.

it's candy, all right!

and if your character is anywhere near her when this happens, there is a series of events that occurs. she turns, first, excited to report that it's safe— ]

Hey! I think it's—

[ and then, abruptly, her expression changes and suddenly there's sanjiegun drawn and ready to smack. ]

Hey!! What were you thinking, sneaking up on a lady like that?! Hyaaaah!

iii. ha ha, stoned

[ nanami, despite her small stature as a sixteen-year-old girl, has some incredible battle experience and is (mostly) unfazed by the thought of fighting a cockatrice. she's in the woods now with her chosen partner, and she can hear the creature pecking around and hissing as if to protect its territory.

scary! ]

...d - don't worry! [ nanami holds her finger to her lips, with a wink. she only seems a little less confident than before. ] Nanami will protect you!

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I:

[The first thing Mahmut thinks when he sees the house was that it seemed unwise to build a house out of sweets. Wouldn't it melt in the heat and dissolve in the rain? That would erode the structural integrity of the building, wouldn't it? He's just looking at it and it's offends his sensibilities as a pasha. (Probably Zeki Pasha would have had a field day and already begun tearing it down to build something better.)]

This house couldn't possible have been here long if it's still standing.

III:

[...what is that thing even? Mahmut is looking around the tree his back was pressed to and frowned. There was an arrow nocked, ready to draw his bow. There's an eagle on his shoulder, bigger than his head, looking as uneasy as his master at the huge bird monster.]

...I am fairly certain that, at least, it cannot fly. [Which is the only bright side he can see to this.

Why is he doing this...? What is wrong with this place?]

I hope these sorts of creatures are not common here.

IV:

[A book. He went through all that danger for a book?

And not even a useful book. It was full of childish drawings of...war. His village being slaughtered. The burning of Phoencia. Halil Pasha's severed head on the end of a spear--

He shut the book with a decisive snap.]

I suppose it would serve well as a fire starter.

[ Prompt 1 (A) ]

[Forests are usually pretty comforting for Toboe actually. Usually. He's a wolf, even if he was raised more like a domestic puppy, he's still a wolf! So it was a no brainer to slip out of the town. And once he's out of the town, there's no reason to keep up his human illusion, right?

So what people are likely to see is a small brown wolf (a normal wolf, nothing mutated about him, though he is wearing bracelets around one paw). Of course, what someone is also likely to see is that small brown wolf being startled by an overly large bird and running full tilt away from it, to hide behind whoever might be nearby. He's still working on being brave all the time.]

[ Prompt 1 (B) ]

[Since a house usually means people, Toboe is back to pretending to be human once more. He's poking around the house, sniffing at it. And since he's a wolf and doesn't have the benefit of the fairytale knowledge necessary to know better than to chew on fancy candy houses in the woods, he's definitely trying a bite.

But he will ask if you happen to be nearby,]

...why would someone make a house out of food? That's weird, right? Am I gonna get in trouble?

[But if he's not stopped? He's taking a bite. Bleeeh too sweet. Really.

And then there's Toboe, making his way back. Anyone he comes upon though, prepare to have a small cheerful bundle of energy leaping to plant a kiss on your cheek. Weird that it kind of feels more like he licked than kissed though, right? Weird. Super weird. And then, a sheepish laugh.] Sorry... that was probably sudden.

[ Prompt 3 ]

[Toboe is a watcher more than a doer. And he's been watching, and he totally watched that thing turn another weird animal to stone and that is NOT OKAY. He's pretty freaked out. But he's also not the type to not try to help people so anyone who happens nearby will find themselves with a little tug at their sleeve and a fairly frantic set of wide gold eyes fixed on them and a soft hiss of,] Be careful! That thing... really isn't safe at all! It can turn you to stone!

[ Prompt 4 ]

[This isn't a reward. This is... this is really mean. Toboe made the mistake of taking the book outside because honestly it was a book. He can't read. He's a wolf. But then he sat down in the colorless sun to look at it and. Well.

It's awful. Really awful.

So there is a small brown-haired boy sitting and sniffling and crying over a bunch of crayon drawing.] This is so mean.

[ Prompt Wildcard ]

[Feel free to find him anywhere about the town or the forest.]

Edited 2018-04-29 02:31 (UTC)

[A candy house? Sasuke wasn't born suspicious, but he might as well have been by how he acts now.] Don't touch anything.

[Of course, while he's making a scope of the place's circumference, his companion is probably going to be touching and eating parts of the God forsaken house.

Weird. There's no sign of inhabitants inside. Quickly, he goes back outside, and just in time. Someone is already taking a taste-test of the house! (WHAT DID HE SAY?)] I said--

Stop!

II.

[When the color of his clothes returns on his walk through the town, it's not so bad. They're already dull, the missmatched greys and blacks and purples that both help conceal ninjas and edgily characterize them. Fortunately, he's not Naruto.

But the weirdest thing besides being momentarily drenched in color: his eyes. The left one is a complete swath of muted purple, and the right is scarlet. The irises and pupils of both look peculiar.

If he looks up and finds someone staring, he asks:] What are you looking at?

III.

[Sasuke didn't go in with anyone else. Right now, he's not much of a team player, not like he use to be (if he even was then either).

But he hasn't gone in toward the cockatrice. He squats far back behind a few trees and shrubs.] If you want to be turned to stone, go ahead.

[He doesn't look over at the additional person who approached, yet it's strange he could hear them coming. Upon further inspection, it looks like Sasuke isn't wrong.

Some poor raccoon-looking creature has already tried to scoot on in; the thing has been frozen into a solid sheet of stone not far from the cockatrice's stomping grounds. Welp.]

IV.

[It doesn't matter who he was with, or how they got there, or even why.

As soon as Sasuke opens the book and sees what's on the first few pages in the horrific scribbling hand of children, he slaps the book shut as hard as he can.

Nope.]

Wildcard

Feel free to wildcard me anything!

I) big rock candy house

[after wandering through a colorless forest and eating colorless berries all afternoon, the beautiful candy-house is incredibly inviting. so inviting, that Osomatsu doesn't see anything wrong with it. he runs to it, no, practically skips over to it, humming a happy tune as he prepares to feast!

he waves over you, if you're nearby] Heeeey! C'mon! Let's eat!

II) cock of the walk

[Osomatsu has been in this town for a few days, and he's already getting sick of it. he understands that he can earn rewards if he completes quests. and he is all about rewards. so he's grabbed a friend or two, and is ready to hunt for these beasts]

Hey, a cockatrice is like a chicken, right? [he asks you as you're walking along with him down the path to the woods, his fingers linked behind his head. yeah, that means you're carrying the food]

III) wildcard

[got another idea? lay it on me! either reply here, or poke

lovebakery for plotting!]

Kiss or Fight?

[The door to the mysterious candy house is left open, which is the strangest part of this. It's also strange that a house made of candy can manage to have a working door at all, but here we are. Inside, there's a boy who looks about 18 and far too unharmed for how far into the forest he's wandered. There are no scuff marks on any of his pure white clothing, on his skin, no scratches, no bruises.

But he's incredibly thin and frail looking, so it must have been luck that brought him here. Still, however it was that he managed to get here without being harmed, he's now standing inside of the house, not far from the doorway, popping a cute little colored candy into his mouth. He couldn't resist!

Of course, when he turns to see who's walked in behind him, there's an instant urge he can't seem to understand.]

(ooc: choose ur fate or I'll pick randomly... eichi is sickly so either way he'll suck at it)

Feed him, he's spoiled

[You know what Eichi doesn't really do? Cook. Not when he has staff to do it for him, friends who are willing to help him, money to buy whatever he needs. But here, stuck in this mostly-grey town and watching ingredients turn pale before him, it's even more upsetting. He doesn't even have tea to ease his mind about it?

Eventually, he takes to the streets, to wherever he can find someone. An open window in your kitchen? Maybe he's there, suddenly, peering through with a soft, angelic smile. Or maybe you're preparing food in public. Either way...]

[...he wants some. His gaze won't leave the food at all, and these compliments sound generic to the trained ear.]

Eichi shouldn't do quests

[Something Eichi shouldn't be considering at all is coming face to face with a cockatrice. Isn't that a mythical beast that's rumored to kill anyone it looks at or breathes on? Something like that, like straight out of a fairytale.

Later, he'll talk to just about anyone about it.]

[Draw the reader in...? It's a quest? He hums anyway, like he's thinking about it, and touches his fingertips to his own chin, eyeing the person he's with. Actually, they look quite capable enough...]

Wildcard

[HIT ME WITH ANYTHING.

zeloser]

i

[ At first he thought he was seeing things, maybe having taken one too many branches to the back of his head, but no, the color Iori saw through the trees was very real and it's a huge relief. The color makes it easy to navigate towards but once he gets there rather than going inside, Iori stands and surveys the house. He may not know a lot of Western fairy tales but he still knows when something's too good to be true.

Still, it is very inviting... ]

iv

[ Iori's not really sure how this constitutes a reward for something as difficult as feeding a cockatrice, but he picks the little blue book up and opens it anyway. Anyone watching might be able to see, even with the lack of color, how he gets paler still flipping through the pages.

His brother's first day at school is confusing but easy enough to move past. Things get worse from there, though, and by the time he's looking at a picture of himself in a spotlight with his mouth closed, just a single ragged line, while six other figures stare at him, he's clearly uncomfortable. ]

How does anyone know this much about me? Who is telling them this?

[ There wasn't much time to get acquainted with the town. After all, the general consensus from everyone seemed to be a resounding "We don't know what the fuck is going on", and that just didn't fly with Yosano. She was determined to figure out what was going on, maybe a little more so now that she knew she wasn't the only one completely lost. She wasn't sure if she could figure it out on her own, but she'd still try, damn it. (Surely she's picked up a few things from the detective agency by now? Ho hum.)

Of course, this just meant no one had actually told her the dangers this forest held just yet, but she found her way going through it anyway. Fortunately, she didn't seem to be unarmed! Where did she even get that cleaver, anyway...?

If one were to follow, or even just happen upon Yosano, they'd find her at this very delectable house, with full intent to... hack... pieces off of it? Well... guess it was a bit strange to trust a house like that, but was this really necessary? ]

III.

[ 'Requires two people', huh...? Normally, this might've been a problem. Everyone seemed to avoid her whenever she went out for errands of her own for some reason... But this wasn't home. And, hell, this might give her a chance to get to know the people around here a little better, so it's not like there was only things to gain. By the talk of the town, these quests seemed pretty important to do. Maybe they'd help one get home? That seemed to be the biggest hope, anyway.

She politely approached the nearest person with a kind smile. ]

Excuse me, would you come with me for this quest?

A: Good Morning

[There your character is, minding their own business, doing whatever it is they do in the mid-morning, when an old man with a long beard, bushy eyebrows, and a pointy hat, leaning on a large stick wanders over. There's a genial air about him, and a bit of a smile tugs at his lips, a twinkle in the eye as if he's laughing at some private joke. In a way, he rather fits the environment - at least the bits of it that are still missing color, anyway - as his clothing and hair are quite grey themselves, but he likes it that way. Nothing wrong with plain, understated garments! It makes it easy if he has to patch it up here, anyway.

None of that is really important, however. No, what is important is that the old man - he rather looks like a wizard, doesn't he? With that beard and that hat and that staff - is smiling just a little, as he addresses your character with a nod.]

Good morning!

[Why, this almost feels like the start of an adventure! ... well, if your character is up for it, anyway. Perhaps a Cockatrice hunt or an expedition into the forest. Or maybe it's nothing at all and he's simply observing the state of this allegedly good morning; it probably won't stay good for long.]

B: What curious books!

[Smoke drifts by, carrying the sweet scent of smoldering pipeweed. Or well, sort of. There's not a lot of wind today so mostly it just curls upward in a thin trail from someone seated on a bench in a more publicly accessible garden in the Flavo district.]

Dear me.

[The someone in question is Gandalf, and he sits comfortably, smoking a pipe and leafing through one of the wonderful books given in reward for an earlier completed job. The rather thick book has a red cover, but the way it is propped in his lap hides the name (just as well as he has many names, and there's no guarantee the one on the spine is the one by which he introduced himself). However, the crayon drawings are readily visible enough as he flips through them.

The first few pages are full of what look like rainbow vomit with several stick figures that might possibly be singing in a choir? One of the stick figures is very black and very read and very angry looking and might be yelling at the others? Maybe? Also there's a spider or ... something? Whatever, it's weird.

Gandalf seems to recognize what's going on, in any case, and he frowns at the book, clearly perplexed and deep in thought. The page he's on now near the very end has a mountain and a big red dragon (and lots of other colors to make it fun!) breathing fire and smoke, and a bunch of tiny people on the ground that have swords and things totally out of proportion with themselves. Some of them have pointy ears and some of them have sharp teeth and some of them are very very small. It seems to be a battle, at least going by the next several pages.]

Ah, what a perilous day that was...

[ Absently, he breathes out some smoke of his own, idly tracing the line of the dragon with one finger. ]

But still no clue as to the author.

[Gandalf continues to mumble to himself as he goes through the book, but feel free to interrupt - whether about the book or the smoking. Just don't run off with his staff, which is leaning against the bench beside him. It would be cruel to deprive an old man of his walking stick!]

((Got a different idea? Go for it! I'm pretty open to suggestion :3))

Edited (I AM INCAPABLE OF REMEMBERING SUBJECT TITLES) 2018-04-29 02:50 (UTC)

one.

[the forest looms, uninviting and full of menace, but you're out here anyway, aren't you? meandering through the trees until you stumble upon a tiny little candy house. haven't you read the story of Hansel and Gretel?? you should maybe not stick around for too long]

[seriously. because before you can approach said house, several sharp rapports crack through the air around you as bullets whiz through the air and puncture the ground near your feet, kicking up dirt upon impact. whoops. . .!]

[so anyway, there's a grandly dressed pirate lady hanging off the side of the house, her flintlock pistol levied in your direction, a manic-yet-delighted expression twisting up her features]

Aaaaah, don't be shy! Take one more step, will you? It's been centuries since I've had a good brawl; don't disappoint me, now.

[someone ate the candy]

three.

[for anyone brave (???) enough to partner up with this boisterous personality in feeding the cockatrice, one you both manage to find the creature, Rider is. . . just going to fold her arms and stare at the animal, gaze narrowed and lips quirked upwards in something akin to excitement]

Tch. You don't plan on eating quietly, do you, beast? Hey.

[that's directed at you, as Rider steps forward, hand raised in a casual, dismissive wave]

Stand back. I'm going to claim it as mine.

wildcard.

[feel free to make up your own prompts!]a

[one]

[Walking through a forest with whapping trees and creepy creatures is a little more than irritating and tiring. When Sora sees a chance at respite in the house up ahead he is pretty quick to make a beeline straight for it. And when he sees that it is made of actual sugary goodness? It’s like leading a horse straight to the water.]

Whoa, look at this place. Is this for real?

[When he knocks on the candy door it ominously opens and he peeks his head in with a curious expression.]

Uhh, hello? Anyone home?

[No? Well, don’t mind if Sora walks right in and picks a tasting looking candy off a wall. Right into his mouth, it goes (because why would anyone build a candy house and not eat it)!]

[two]

[Sora is minding his own business trying to buy some colourful paints. Why paints? Well, in a place like this having any colour at all is a luxury. So he wants to find paints that are still colourful so he can smear some wonderful (re: terrible) artwork of his own all over his walls.

And for a moment he gets excited when he sees a set of paints gleaming some reds and blues and he heads over to them and picks them up!

... Only for them to turn grayscale as soon as he does.]

You’ve got to be kidding me... What am I gonna do now?

[three]

[Feed a big monster? No problem! He just grabs a partner (maybe you?) and heads out!

It proves to be a little more tricky than feeding treats to a puppy, though... Sora pulls his partner behind a tree when it roars and Sora presses himself up against the tree and peeks out at it.]

Alright, I got a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. What do you have?

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