The Powers That Be ([personal profile] powersthatbe) wrote in [community profile] synodiporia_ooc2014-03-29 03:05 pm
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Test Drive #2

Welcome to the Synodiporia Test Drive Meme! Below the cut there are twofour new prompts, here and here are the prompts from previous testdrives, which you’re still welcome to use here. When you comment, be sure you specify what prompt you want to play with, and please put up your own threadstarter - it makes for a much more friendly environment that a forest of bare toplevels!

Prompt #9 gives a look at what it's like for everyone to be stuck in Liminal Space, & Prompt #10 is a chance to try your hand at being an infiltrator in our upcoming Noir plot.

Before you start, we’d like you to please take a quick look at the game’s Concept, its Rules, and the Liminal Space, Previous Universes, & Noir Plot pages, just to give you the background info you’ll need for some of these prompts. And if you’re looking for more information, the Directory is here and the Application page is here.

Prompts:



Prompt #9: Liminal Space

Today, if it's a day, Liminal Space has shifted again. It's twilight, and a moldering New Orleans graveyard, full of ornate gothic sepulchers, stretches in every direction, gray stone and wrought iron barriers sectioning it into smaller plots. Some of these mausoleums have been opened, and their insides don't match their outsides. Inside are well-appointed train compartments, dinner cars and sleeper cars and such, richly appointed and well lit, as if they come straight from the Orient Express. Out the windows, you can see the landspace whizzing by, although it's not the same landscape from one window to the next. You can feel the vibration of the train, the acceleration - but step out of the car and you're in a graveyard again, and inside the cars you can hear crickets and nightbirds singing and smell the rich aroma of flowering trees.

Also in the graveyard are a few scattered train-cars, but nobody's going into those - inside they're all dank spaces packed with decomposing bodies. There are small animals here and there outside - rabbits, birds, that kind of thing -- all of them dead, but none of them letting it keep them from their nightly routines. The crickets and nightjars are making train noises. Bemused travelers are finding comfortable spaces wherever they can.




Prompt #10: The Midnight Rose

It's half past nine and the joint is jumping. The shutters on the front window are down, the front door is locked, but there's a big mook with a shrewd look in his eye letting anybody with a black enameled rose pin on their lapel in through the delivery entrance, and the back room they're shown into doesn't look anything like a candy store. There's a small, dark bar in one corner, and in another corner six guys with strings and brass are making like they're the Duke Ellington orchestra. The floors are tiled parquet and a few couples are dancing, but most of the action's at the smoke-shrouded card tables where a dozen little private meetings are happening, gents and dames in pinstripes and fancy hats or beaded dresses and heels, but rarely both. There are card games and conversations going on, and who can say what's more high stakes? Tonight, this is the place to be, Bensonhurst outfit or Gravesend mob or anybody else who can pay the cover charge.
neverfeltthatway: (never saw me that way)

Prompt #3/ #7

[personal profile] neverfeltthatway 2014-03-29 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Armin had woken slowly to the feeling of cement beneath him, and it had taken a moment to adjust to what was going on. He didn't remember where he was or how he got there - although he hurt, badly. What was going on - were they in the middle of a Titan attack?

No... he holds a vague memory of waking up in a place that made even less sense, of receiving an explanation that left him with more questions than answers. He was a bit vague on the answers he'd gotten too - the memory was pretty hazy.

He looks around for people he knew. Maybe someone had a better idea of what was going on.
wantedittobeagame: (Best times of my life)

10

[personal profile] wantedittobeagame 2014-03-29 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Adachi almost screamed in absolute glee when he ended up on this world. He had read books, watched movies all about this era of United States history, and now here he was right in the middle of it. Now here he was, right in the middle of it, complete with the look of the jaded detective. He almost missed the whole point of the mission he was so excited, but he picked up on it quickly enough.

After all, how often did he get the chance to try and sneak up on a mook?

He grinned broadly as he slipped behind him, gun in hand... before he brought it crashing down on the mook's head, letting out a satisfied noise as the big guy crumpled to the ground.

He could totally get used to this.

9

[personal profile] 300cycles 2014-03-29 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[A dead world.

That is what Faora could call this place. What she should call this place. Little she may know of the humans and their ways compared to the Son of El, but some things do not change from place to place.

Her Kryptonian armor shines in the dying sun of the day, her edge of her cape grazing the grass and the corpses. The insides of the mausoleums are curious to her, but she moves from one to the next, investigating.

Faora's expression is stoic, almost cold, as she observes her surroundings. This is not a place she would consider passable to call a new Krypton, or even an outpost.]
purseownerisme: (Not amused)

hi i come to ruin your fun

[personal profile] purseownerisme 2014-03-29 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Unlike him, she wasn't well versed in the era and more than likely a fish out of water with her unnatural hair color and form of dress (the beads never worked on her personally) but she was wondering about the weird guy who just decided to knock the big guy out. Honestly Adachi? Really?

In other words: there's a Fool who isn't amused.

"Did you have to do that?"
wantedittobeagame: (What now...?)

No fair man. :P

[personal profile] wantedittobeagame 2014-03-29 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Adachi looked up from his success, and... even though he had seen her before, he still had to stop and stare, a familiar feeling hitting him in the chest. It was hard for him to look at her; every time he did, it was just a reminder of what happened, and...

He shook his head, trying not to focus on it.

"Of course; how else were we going to sneak in, doll?"

The location may have been affecting him a little too much.
purseownerisme: (stare)

[personal profile] purseownerisme 2014-03-29 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh you did not just call her that. The name earned Adachi a glare and a look over her shoulder, hoping no one else was near by.

"Don't call me that again. And secondly, haven't you noticed that the guy let in people with something in common?" she asked, having watched the mook and the people coming in before the big idiot decided to take things into his own hands.
wantedittobeagame: (Totally a protagonist)

[personal profile] wantedittobeagame 2014-03-30 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
Adachi gave a helpless shrug at that. "Dame then? Sweetheart? You know, you're not really working with the setting here."

He rolled his eyes, grabbing the mook and starting to drag him off so no one would (immediately) raise the alarm. With him out of the way, he shed his trench coat and hat, revealing he managed to snag a pretty damn nice suit for this little gig.

"Relax; I'm not like the other 'Adachi's', 'ya know," he said, slipping on his Midnight Channel glasses for an extra dose of cool.

prompt #5

[personal profile] ex_nullification431 2014-03-30 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
Fear coiled like an oily serpent deep within Darling's gut - writhing and twisting - as the blood in her veins turned to ice. A chill ran down her spine, the hair on the back of her neck standing on end. She could not hear the noise of the crowd - the breaking of windows and furniture and vehicles, the screams and howls of the populace as it surged forth against those that were decidedly other - but even so, she could feel the vibration of the earth as hundreds of feet stamped in unison. Could smell the smoke coming from fires lit and Molotov cocktails thrown, and see it arching up overtop the buildings ahead of her.

A riot was brewing. A storm of untold fury about to be unleashed.

Part of her hesitated, the part that was still uncertain about these Jaunts and walking between strange worlds, but the part of her that had survived that village from so long ago, that had survived the loss of Raven (and his return), survived to become the White Rose, to lead an band of misfit mercenaries against the Lady and her empire, that part of her stood firm. Resolute. Fear would not break her. Not this time.

Still, standing stock still in the middle of a street was just begging to get caught up in this tempest. Her mouth drew into a thin line, brows knit in a frown over her wash-out blue eyes. She took a step backwards, one hand reaching up to tuck an errant lock of hair behind one ear as she felt the earth tremble. Another step. Another. The crowds were drawing closer, headed in her direction or so she thought. A backwards glance was cast over one shoulder; she could see the hotel behind her. Was that their goal? Or was there some other motive? She hadn't been in the city long enough to get a feel for the populace or the political environ.

A projectile sailed past her then, shattering upon the ground to her left and erupting in an explosion of fire and glass. The forerunners of the mob had caught up to her, a pair of them waving their arms defiantly and screaming curses. None of which she heard, but she understood the hostile gestures well enough. Nevertheless, while she didn't swear or outwardly make any sound of surprise, Darling flinched and pulled away from the direction of the impact. She needed to get going. Now. The magical null barrier that surrounded her wouldn't do a damn thing to stop mundane weapons or brawlers. Or those explosive weapons she'd seen people use upon other worlds.

Without another thought, she ran, sprinting full tilt towards the hotel and her belongings. She needed to get to them and get out. Everything else could wait. She could only hope that she'd reach the hotel before the crowd did and hopefully not mow someone down on her way there.

[ As a note, Darling is a deaf/mute so please be prepared for a fun game of charades (or the use of sign language if your character is proficient). Additionally, she's surrounded by a barrier of sorts that invalidates the magic native to her world, whether it affects anyone else is up to you. That said, even non-magical characters from the Black Company were able to feel its presence and remarked that it felt oppressive. ]
Edited 2014-03-30 02:39 (UTC)
purseownerisme: (side glance)

[personal profile] purseownerisme 2014-03-30 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
There was a twitch when he brought up those names. Yes while he wasn't the one from her world, hearing him say those words made her want to throw up. Needless to say Yua didn't associate simple pet names as just that with the detective.

"Not all girls like to be called that." she spoke quietly as she made sure they could sneak in without being seen. Because the obvious way of blending in might be too much for his brain to comprehend.

"You've obviously proven that already. Otherwise you would've tried to hurt me when we first met."
Edited 2014-03-30 02:50 (UTC)
wantedittobeagame: (I'm totally suave you know.)

[personal profile] wantedittobeagame 2014-03-30 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
"You mean instead of trying to hug you?" he replied blandly, still a bit sour about the punch he got in response to that. That? Totally not necessary. He dropped his voice as they entered the back room.

"Besides, girls were called that during this era," he muttered. "Try not to punch someone when they call you that."
purseownerisme: (Hmm?)

[personal profile] purseownerisme 2014-03-30 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
To be fair, that would be anyone's reaction when some strange man suddenly did that as well as call you by a name you don't know. Yua never asked who the Seiki girl was nor did she care at the time; the man who murdered two innocent women was standing in front of her greeting her like an old friend.

"I don't hit people like you think I do." she whispered back. "Just you."
wantedittobeagame: (You suck)

[personal profile] wantedittobeagame 2014-03-30 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh. Lucky me," Adachi grumbled under his breath, settling a hand on her hip as a guy got close, nodding to the gent like they were totally supposed to belong there and nothing was wrong here.
purseownerisme: (shut up)

[personal profile] purseownerisme 2014-03-30 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
If it wasn't for the gentleman close by, Yua would've slapped that hand off her rather quick. Instead she looked down slightly trying to not catch the stranger's eye. Why did she feel dirty all of a sudden?

#10!

[personal profile] sparkstriker 2014-03-30 12:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[Midnight Rose meet Midnight Mauve. Lightning doesn't know a thing about the fashions of this world and honestly? She doesn't give a damn. This gown is her go-to outfit for every classy joint, and everybody tends to say that the Midnight Rose is exactly that. Besides, she might as well get more use out of this thing, since she did win the gown in a tournament.

Though wearing the gown has the unfortunate side effect of attracting attention-- including the unwanted male kind. After all, Lightning's all dolled up, and the guys want a piece of that.

She's not having any of it though.]


No means no. Don't make me say it again, [is what she tells a particularly big guy who looks like he's in the mob, but she's honestly unimpressed at everything right now.]
wantedittobeagame: (Hold on a sec!)

[personal profile] wantedittobeagame 2014-03-30 02:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Thankfully for her, Adachi was okay with letting her go as soon as the prying eyes passed, instead using his hands to adjust his glasses.

"Look, I get it, you kids did the investigation on your world, but sometimes in things like this, you gotta go undercover, blend in," he muttered toward her, finally giving her a concerned look. He would have rather gone with a guy, someone that he didn't feel like he had to handle with kid gloves, but it wouldn't have been as convincing. "Try to relax. You can punch me all you want when it's over."
purseownerisme: (side glance)

[personal profile] purseownerisme 2014-03-30 03:18 pm (UTC)(link)
And relaxing is knocking out the guard? Yua gave them probably ten minutes before someone figures out someone did a stupid thing. Perhaps taking those black rose pins from random people would've worked better but they had no other choice now. Even she wasn't that reckless and she hung around Yosuke, Kanji, and Teddie.

And she could blend in without him trying to scold her; she was in drama club for a reason after all. But for now she stayed silent trying to get a good feel of the room they were in.
wantedittobeagame: (Not the hero you expected.)

[personal profile] wantedittobeagame 2014-03-30 04:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Yua, you really needed to expand your reading. Don't you know this is how the cool cops do it in noir books? Someone needed to work on their Naoto social link, clearly.

Adachi was casing the room as well once it was obvious she wasn't going to start complaining again. It was just like he always pictured these kind of situations, with the card games and the obvious air of something more on the line than just money. He tried to keep his squees internal, focusing more on deflecting the occasional glances thrown their way by blending in.
purseownerisme: (Leader)

[personal profile] purseownerisme 2014-03-30 07:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Excuse you, her links are just fine. She just has an issue with him thinking it was like a game when in reality, there's a chance of dying. As much as she liked detective stories due to Naoto's influence there was a time to be serious and this was it.

Unlike her...comrade, Yua was doing a pretty good job in blending in with the crowd as she watched the card games going on and chatted with a couple onlookers. Drama club paid off big time.
protect_and_serve: (dressed to kill)

[personal profile] protect_and_serve 2014-03-30 07:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[In a flash, there's a long-haired blond man in an immaculate grey suit and a grim scowl stepping between the two of them. He lays one hand, fingers splayed, on the man's chest, and meets his eyes.]

Non.
reachforthekey: (shadow)

Re: prompt #5

[personal profile] reachforthekey 2014-03-30 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
A shadow flitted overhead, towards the mob - Eren, using his maneuver gear to stay out of reach as he monitored their advance. If he had flares, he'd be launching them, tracking progress for everyone at the hotel... but he didn't. he onyl had one way to stop this mob, and he wasn't ready to do it yet - so amidst the turmoil, seeing a running figure was actually a relief, one that made him laugh. He didn't need to fight against other humans yet. There was something else he could do to help.

Reversing direction, he caught up swiftly and then dropped down onto the pavement beside her. He could have just picked her up as he swooped overhead, but sometimes they fought against surprise rescues.

Not that dropping out of the sky into a run beside her isn't still alarming.
detectivewonder: (redwing profile)

Re: 9

[personal profile] detectivewonder 2014-03-30 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)
You get used to it. Even though it changes.

[Travelers are supposed to work together and trust one another. That's the idea. Tim is working on it - he's fine with the first half, but the second... there are people here who don't inspire him with faith in the common good. Actually, not many people do.

But, well. Some people investigate Liminal Space. And he investigates... people. This is like a friendly overture, if made more formal by the fact that he's got his working clothes on.]
quoted: (ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇ ǫᴜᴇᴇɴ ᴄᴏɴǫᴜᴇʀ)

#10

[personal profile] quoted 2014-03-30 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ This is so archaic, but surprisingly familiar considering she had been to similar parties in her youth according to the memories her father had returned to her. She hadn't dolled up in some time, so this was a first. Even still she had managed to keep from bringing too much attention to herself. At least she hadn't blurted out something that would cause a stir. She had been an Errorist for so long she had relaxed into being stealthy, being invisible in a crowd.

Keep calm, Nilin, keep calm, she almost whispered to herself, relaxing against the bar.

She had to keep the mission in mind. Her fingers drifted to her hip, splaying across the white intricately designed material of her dress. It matched the time period, well enough, and she was sure she could run in it if need be. It wouldn't get in the way of her fighting, she hopped. If it got to that point she could slip away and quickly put on her combat skin, her hunt glove if needed. That had already been planned out. Her other hand toyed with the ribbon at her throat which did well enough to camouflage her Sensen implant. She was waiting on contact with someone else who was to help her with this little mission. ]

[personal profile] sparkstriker 2014-03-31 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
[Some guy playing at night in shining armor doesn't impress her either. But Lightning's smart enough to know not to berate him until the first annoying man is off her back, so instead she plants a fist on her hip and gestures with her other hand at New Guy.]

You might want to think twice, now he's here.

[If New Guy is just playing knight to try his hand at being a slimeball though, he's got another thing coming. She doesn't have her sword on her, but she figures she can punch his lights out.]

[personal profile] 300cycles 2014-03-31 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
[The Kryptonian's brows furrow at the sight of the young man. She even eyes him in combination of intrigue and judgment, but more of the first than the latter.

The outfit the man wears vaguely resembles the Son of El's own suit, with only the cape and the light, colored flexible under armor. Her own is only in silver and gray, but the similarities are enough to catch her attention.]


We are expected to adapt to these changes, are we not?
wantedittobeagame: (Standing by a Shadow)

[personal profile] wantedittobeagame 2014-03-31 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
Who said he was having trouble blending in? Adachi was in full cop mode, his eyes taking in everything going around, from the guy getting lucky with two dames in the back, to the one cheating at cards with what looked like the big boss, who was clearly better at the game regardless of cheats.

"The guy at the head of the table is the big boss," he murmured softly, "that's obvious, but this guy is more than just the boss I think."

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