TEST DRIVE MEME

[visadamods]

TEST DRIVE Welcome to Visada's TDM! Feel free to get as creative as you'd like with these prompts. None of the threads will count as game canon. This is just to give you a chance to play around with the setting and get a general idea of just some of things that can be done in the game. OPTION 1 Mistress Philenor, one of the vivacious butterfly-winged fairies that runs a shop in town, has asked you and another helpful soul to go out to the small lake on the northwestern side of the island and pick some Swallowtails. She needs a bushel of the flowers to make more of her popular aphrodisiacs. You and your partner for the outing leave the village and make your way to your destination. The water in the lake is clear and fresh, you can almost see all the way to the bottom. A small island sits in the middle of the lake, within swimming distance to those so athletically inclined. A tiny stream travels off to the west, emptying into the sea. On the southern shores of the lake grow the Swallowtails: great flowers of vibrant hues of blue. Just remember Philenor's warning. Breathing too deeply of the pollen may have unintended consequences. OPTION 2 Word arrives by lamassu post that there's unrest with the sea dragons. They're refusing to aid the villagers and transportation between the main island and the smaller one to the east has been cut off. People have been stranded there for two days now and something must be done. You volunteer to help and head toward the eastern shore. Maybe you meet others on your way and you decide to work together to see if you can resolve this. Maybe you enlist someone else's help when you learn that Lagiocrus (an ancient blue dragon) is cross with his nephew Jura (a young, free spirited green fellow who doesn't have much respect for people yet) over his foolish courtship of the princess Galzra (a haughty blue dragon from the far north). All of the other dragons in the vicinity are too caught up in the drama to worry about the petty concerns of mortals. Convince Lagiocrus that young love should triumph, or at least be allowed to get its heart broken. Talk up Jura to the disinterested object of his affection. Try to get Jura to see that there are other dragons in the sea. Or find some other way to either end the argument or lure the other dragons' interest back to helping out their landlocked neighbors. OPTION 3 After a long week, you want nothing more than to relax at the beach. It's a great day for it. Fair skies, warm sands, calm surf, and naked bodies sunning themselves along the shore. Wait. Yes, that's right. This is a nude beach. Or if it wasn't, it is now that the first visitor decided to exchange bathing suit for birthday suit. Do you join in? Ogle your neighbors? Swagger up to the hottie on the yellow towel a few yards away and start a conversation? Have fun. Enjoy yourself. You've earned the day off. OPTION 4 Wildcard! Make up your own prompt! Play around with the setting however you'd like.

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Steve Rogers | MCU | M/F for shipping, OTA for gen

[americanclassic]

3 - Beachfrontal Nudity

[Steve liked to think of himself as a more or less adaptable guy. He'd gone from small and asthmatic to... well, what he was now and he'd adapted well enough. He'd gone from the 40s to a whole new millennium with only a few hiccups, ones mostly earned from having to figure out the tech more than the anything else -- though, that wasn't to say he'd fit in seamlessly. There were still things he didn't quite get or really like, but he kept it to himself for the most part.

Coming here had, he'd thought, been another big step in his attempt to acclimate. Having to hear the grumbles or teases from teammates and friends alike about his stuck-in-the-past mentality regarding certain aspects of his life, namely his romantic side was getting a little old. While he wasn't going to give in to a certain someone continuing to mention names or slip him numbers of interested parties, he thought that agreeing to come here was a step that might surprise the rest of the Avengers. Not in that he was doing something to help others along with his own world -- that was a given, but in that he'd been told ahead of time that coming here would mean doing things he hadn't previously partaken of.

He'd thought he'd been prepared for whatever this place might throw at him. He'd thought that up to getting his assigned district and place, in touring what parts were available to him and trying to figure out where he fit in. He'd kept thinking that as he went to take a stroll on the beach, enjoying the feel of sand under his bare feet, pants rolled up as he walked close enough to the water to feel the sand shift from dry to wet. He'd taken a deep breath of salt-tinged air, smiled up at the sun, then felt his jaw drop as a pair of women walking in the opposite direction passed him with a smile and a wave. And nothing else.

He wasn't a prude. He was just... particular. He'd waited so long for the right one, found her, then lost her, and the idea of just throwing his ideals of wanting a singular, perfect partner out the window had been too hard to think about at first. But he wasn't just a soldier gone to war anymore. He was a permanent member of an initiative that could and would be active in a moment's notice. And there was no guarantee he'd survive every mission. He'd bypassed waiting awhile ago and was now dwelling in the pool of procrastination. This? This had been a step of his in what he'd thought was the right direction. He thought he'd been ready for the idea of getting more than his feet wet, so to speak. The reality, however, was... bouncing along nicely to his right as the pair and their pairs ambled by, leaving him standing there feeling a little like all the air had been sucked out of him.

Well... okay then. A further glance up along the beach showed more bodies, women and men in various states of undress and he felt that uncomfortable heat tinge his cheeks. Maybe he wasn't quite as ready as he'd thought he'd been. He knew he wasn't up to joining them in any fashion. Maybe if he kept his head down, no one would notice him. If he was lucky. They really should have a sign somewhere... He could only be thankful no one he knew was here to see this and razz him about it.]

4 - Wildcardigans

[He'd puttered around the hut they'd assigned him, finding where everything went and acquainting himself with the workings of everything. The bath had been tempting, but he wanted to see more of this new location himself. Shield nestled on his back harness, he went towards what he'd been told was the business district, curious of just what sorts of businesses a place like this had and who might be there. Wrangling a way to get a sketchbook was a possibility as well, considering he hadn't exactly been given the time to pack. He liked to have something to to keep busy and sketching and drawing had always been a decent way to pass the time. Not to mention there was a whole new world of landscaping and architecture here he could try to capture.

He was pleasant as he poked his head into stores and stalls, careful with anything he picked up or looked at, and polite when talking about prices and trying to figure out a way to get what it was he wanted. As it was, he wound up with a rudimentary sketching pad and a set of charcoals. He found himself a place to have a drink and something to eat, shield resting beside his chair and the chair itself on an outside patio area, positioned at an angle so he could get a better view of the building and alley across the street, starting a rough sketch of it as he slowly ate.

He'd happily converse with anyone who stopped by or inquired about his drawings.]

4

[srutha]

[ She's not exactly inquiring, but there is a pale girl in a white shift dress coming up behind Steve's shoulder to watch him sketch. She says nothing, merely watching with fascination and awe. ]

3 (of course)

[notpatsy]

[ Oh say can you see...?

Yes she could, but a lifetime of being completely objectified on an almost daily basis had made Trish damn wary of being too blatant about her ogling. Just because you agree to go to a nude beach in a place where sexual energy is kind of necessary, it doesn't mean you want to be eye-fucked by everyone.

Besides, the poor man was looking a little scared, and fear just wasn't a turn-on for Trish.

So she got up from her sun-bathing position and helpfully wrapped her towel around herself before walking up to the man out of time and his comfort zone. ]

Hello, Captain.

[ Might as well let him know right off the bat that she knew who he was. ]

No offence but you look like you'd be less nervous facing another alien invasion than a bunch of naked people.

3

[chernyy]

[ Poor Steve. He wasn't about to escape all of his teammates in this place. But he also wasn't going to get ridiculed as harshly. Natasha knew this was going to be a difficult place for Steve when she spotted him. Not just because of how keenly distracted he was by the naked women walking by him. But because if he had been told what she had been told, he was going to need to get rid of some of those hangups.

She walks up behind him, using the sand and oceans easily to her advantage in masking her approach. Smirking to herself as she walks barefoot, sandals in one hand, dressed in nothing but a colorful sundress. Once she's in earshot: ]

Better close your mouth before you catch a fly in there.

o hay there 3

[fightlikehell]

[This is... weird. Very weird. Matt knows that everyone is exposed. There's a distinct sound of skin touching skin without any kind of uh let's say effort put into it. And the fabric sound and smell is practically nonexistent. In spite of all of that, he is not entirely comfortable.

Bare. Exposed. Just being how he is supposed to if Eden were real and not corrupted. He'll still keep his glasses on but went as far as removing his jacket, shirt, tie. A bit at a time. Matt knows what a mess his pale skin must look like. Maybe some sun would help.]

...is this what I think it is?

[Because he can hear someone beside him. Someone clothed and with a bright, heated face.]

Niamh | water spirit OC | OTA

[srutha]

one

[ Niamh was perhaps a good choice for this task, being so attuned to nature and the magical arts herself. She's not a very talkative companion, but she'll happily listen to whatever tales her fellow traveler chooses to tell.

She finds the lake easily by following the streams that feed into it-- she is a nymph of water, after all-- and immediately spots the swallowtails, pointing excitedly and running over to pick a handful. And it looks like she's already forgotten the warning about not breathing in the pollen, because she immediately sticks her face in and breathes deeply of their intoxicating scent. ]


two

[ You would think a water spirit might be well suited to a diplomatic mission with sea dragons, but Niamh is A) fresh water, and B) not very diplomatic at all. When stood face to face with the great Lagriocus, she stands wide eyed and innocent, not saying a word, merely intimidated by his commanding presence.

She might need some help. ]


three

[ This is more Niamh's speed. She hardly wears clothes anyway, so a nude beach is right up her alley, even if it is saltwater. She spends most of her time in the ocean, submerging for long periods of time without coming up for air. When the saltiness gets to be too much, she retreats to the sand, lying down in the warm sun and stretching out luxuriously. She's friendly enough, approaching other swimmers and sunbathers. Not to say hi, but just to smile and observe whatever it is they're doing. She's incredibly curious. ]

one

[invariable]

Oh my God -

[She tries to snap her hand to stop Niamh, but no. It's too late, she's already stuffed herself in the goddamn pollen.

Don't let her protest be confused with concern, though. The only sentiment she has reserved for the nymph is the preemptive annoyance of having to deal with the consequences to come.]

Are you literally stupid? Did you not listen to anything she said? You're not supposed to breathe that stuff! Stop it!

[notpatsy]

3.

[ A nude beach is pretty much exactly the sort of thing that Trish expected to find in this place, and while Trish's first reaction to it was to be... less than thrilled, she decided to get in the spirit of things and skip the bikini, just to push her own limits a little. It's not like the little scraps of fabric would actually be hiding much anyway.

And that is when she remembers just how glorious it feels to swim naked. She has no idea why it makes such a huge difference to feel the water touch her entire body directly but oh boy, it does. She feels light and sleek and wonderful as she cuts through the waves, diving and splashing and laughing and not caring even a little bit that people can see her, and she certainly isn't really looking much at anyone else.

She has been an object of jealousy and desire and objectification for a large portion of her life, she isn't about to do it to other people even in a friendly sort of way. If flirtation happens, then she might ogle, but for the moment she is far too busy enjoying the water.

Eventually she gets out, grinning and out of breath, to flop down on a towel and just sort of lie there, feeling thoroughly blissed out.

4.

[ Trish is here to help, and the people here know it, so there is really no need for costumes and masks and the like, but the dream of being a masked superhero still lives, and since Trish has nothing better to do on this particular day she is sitting on the front porch of her hut doodling costume designs.

She is not very good at drawing.

Nor is she particularly good at coming up with catchy names for herself, but she tries, writing them down next to the costume designs.

"Angel."

"Succubus."

"Punchy Judy."

Okay so even she is sort of aware that she's not doing great here. With a sigh, she very maturely draws a little pile of poop.

"Captain doodoo."

Save her. ]

3

[chernyy]

[ Natasha can't remember the last time she swam naked. Or even if she ever has. Either way, it was time to experience it. Even if it was just to jog her memory. She spots Trish while she's still in the water and walks over as she comes out, grinning. Sandals in one hand, sundress flapping just above her knees from the wind, she'll stop beside the towel, looking down at the other woman. ]

How's the water?

4

[hyperkinesia]

[ Bruce isn't the kind to snoop, honestly. Far from it. He's also not the most social individual, but when he walks past the woman sitting on her porch, the sketches of costumes get his attention, and he slows to a halt just a couple of feet away, leaning in a little to take a better look.

He's not sure what to make of it. If he'd only seen the drawings, he'd think some kind of very unique fashion designer, but the names are what catch his eye as more unusual. Eyebrow raising, lips quirking into a half-smile, he speaks up in a soft, lilting tone. ]

Captain doodoo?

[ No, he can't even say that seriously. ]

tinker bell | once upon a time | ota

[trybelieving]

1.

[Far be it from Tink to ignore a request from another fairy. Though they're not of the same world (and her wings are long gone), she considers all fairies her sisters. It wouldn't be very kind of her to refuse Mistress Philenor when she's asked for her help.

And it's being asked instead of ordered that feels like such a refreshing change. Back when she was a fairy, all Tinker Bell wanted was to be a good one. True, she'd bent a few rules and broken a few more, but she'd done all of that believing that the fairies were meant to help humans. It seems like her good intentions are recognized here, and she's started to hope that she can be some help to the people around her.

She's spent most of the trip to the lake making small talk, smiling and laughing and pointing out anything and everything finds beautiful here. After all of her years in Neverland, it's hard not to appreciate the freedom of a new land. This is a world she'd like to be a part of, and she knows that with a certainty she hasn't had in a long time.] Oh, here they are!

[Bright, beautiful swallowtails. She ought to know better than to smell them, but one quick breath should be harmless. They smell as lovely as they look, Tink can't help herself. She catches their scent as she starts to collect them, focusing on the task while her partner does the same.]

3.

[A nude beach isn't what Tinker Bell was expecting when she decided to spend a day there, yet showing up to find a group of people who had already taken off their clothes seemed to be reason enough to catch up. She'd never been especially shy when it came to revealing her body, though there were things that weren't right to do as a fairy and she'd done her best to avoid this sort of interaction with humans. Back in the Enchanted Forest, she had been expected to keep her distance from the same people she was required to help, and that disconnect had never made sense to her. Why not be a part of the world she was determined to make better?

With no such limitation in this one, Tink didn't hesitate to find a spot in the sand, still clothed until she found a place to set down her bag. There she began to strip down, one item hitting the sand after another, until she matched the crowd around her. She left everything there as she headed for the water, though she couldn't help turning to someone who was close by as she quickened her pace.] It's a lovely day for a swim, isn't it?

1

[chernyy]

[ Natasha was still getting used to the fantastical creatures on the island. And to the world itself. It was a bit hard to process, at first, after trying to ingrain as much logic into things as she could. But then she remembered she knew a super soldier and a Norse God in her world. Believing in fairies wasn't that much of a stretch, all things considered.

Tink also wasn't bad company. A bit enthusiastic but Nat could see it was genuine. It was nice, in its own way. The walk itself was actually quite pleasant. She had almost forgotten they were on an errand.

But she's quick to warn Tink, after she watches her sniff the swallowtails. ]

Don't do that again.

[ Adding, like an afterthought. ]

Please.

[ They were warned for a reason and she wasn't going to ignore it when it came from the natives of this land. ]

Josephine Montilyet | Dragon Age: Inquisition | OTA

[ladymontilyet]

1

"These are the swallowtails, are they not?" Always prim and proper, that was Josephine-even when the skirt of her dress was hiked up to wade through the shallows of the lake in search of flowers for Mistress Philenor. But without any samples handy, the fairy had only offered the pair she'd asked to search for a description, and a warning about just how powerful the flower could be. That, at least, was probably the last resort as far as discovering whether or not they were the right flowers.

Picking one, she brought it closer to her face, eyes running over the green and red leaves. It seemed unlikely that any other plant could be the one they were searching for, considering the distinct color. Turning towards her companion, she held the flower up, offering it for their own inspection.

3

The island was practically a paradise. It certainly was in comparison to Thedas, at least, and if it wasn't for the distinct air of responsibility about their place and role here Josephine would almost consider it a vacation. She'd come to Visada a virgin, but considering how important Ciaran made it all sound *and* the fact that she had recently found herself without a job, Inquisition disbanded, Josephine had embraced her role wholeheartedly.

But there was a difference between being willing to have sex in the privacy of one's home and the state this beach seemed to be in. She recalled most wearing clothing, at the very least, and being greeted with the sight of a dozen or so nude bodies made the Antivan's dusky cheeks light up with red. Wearing a one-piece bathing suit (which was, in its own way, new to her-and even a bit too revealing) meant that Josephine stuck out like a sore thumb as she laid out her towel, still intending on relaxing beneath the warm sun for a time.

1

[hyperkinesia]

Bruce didn't look much more proper himself, with the legs of his pants folded up to his knees, his shoes left behind on dry ground. But at least it was better than having to make the walk back with his pants unpleasantly drenched and sticking to his skin. He made his way carefully through the shallow waters as to not wet his clothes, his eyes attentive to any flare of color among the flowers growing there.

He looked up when his companion spoke, stepping closer to take the flower, turning it this way and that in his hand, but still keeping it at a good, safe distance from his face. He would rather not have the pollen have weird effects on him. "I don't think so, with these colors-- she said blue, right?"

Bruce Banner » MCU

[hyperkinesia]

THREE.

[ Well... he wanted to get away, so there's that.

Granted, being stuck on a jet taking him across the world doesn't exactly mean he was expecting someone popping up out of nowhere and taking him to some alternate universe, but if there was ever a perfect time for them to show up, that was it. Bruce had little reason to not agree, he had no particular destiny in mind and at least here SHIELD wouldn't be looking for him.

It was strangely freeing in that sense. And in another sense too, but that will take a while to get used to. The thought of letting himself go and allowing himself a rush of adrenaline still makes him worry, and he's not sure whether he believes that he really has full control over the Hulk now. Sounds a little too good to be true. Which is a problem he'll have to work through, considering what everyone's expected to do while they're here.

But that's a problem he can worry about later. Right now, he's genuinely enjoying this place, stepping out onto the beach and folding his pants legs up before stepping into the small surf of the water, hands in his pockets. He closes his eyes, tilts his head back and takes a deep, long breath, letting go of a good amount of tension as he exhales.

Tension that's quick to return when he opens his eyes again and there's a couple of very naked women walking right past him and into the water, one of them sparing him a smile as she does. Gaze averting, he's almost afraid to look over his shoulder, but he does.

This isn't a nude beach, is it? There were no naked-- oh yep, hello, that's a lot of naked people there now. ]


FOUR.

[ Now this is definitely different from what he's used to. Even places with beaches and nice weather he might've been to before don't exactly just offer free housing, but here he just gets a hut assigned to him, with a lot more comfort than what he's experienced while on the run and hiding. The novelty of it all at least distracts him for now, and he explores the inside of the hut for a while, then steps back out.

It's surreal. Looks pretty much like a vacation resort right out of a magazine, and Bruce feels almost out of place, there. He sits in front of his door, legs crossed, his figure relaxing as he takes the opportunity to meditate, the soft sound of people walking past hardly bothering him. He actually opens his eyes a little, not really focusing his gaze on anyone but still making note of everyone that makes their way around.

Not that he really needs to relax a lot in this place, and if he really does have more control now, even less reason there is to do this, but it makes him feel good. A little more like himself, too. Puts both his thoughts and feelings in order, which is important for whenever he starts going on those missions. He's not exactly looking forward to that. ]

3

[invariable]

[Yes, well, looks like it is a nude beach, and it looks like the woman who spots him looking over the shoulder didn't get the memo. It looks like she isn't reading the memo even if it's handed to her, either, gladly ignoring anyone and everyone who tries to shoot friendly or suggestive looks her way with her teeth idly digging into her lower lip.

Gradually she walks over, sandals tucked in one hand, bare feet leaving marks on the sand that grows denser and wetter as she gets close to the lips of the sea washing over and back.]

Hey.

[Did he hear her? No?]

Hey. You. Pants guy.

[The only guy wearing pants, versus the only girl wearing a dress. That should make things sufficiently obvious, right?]

You're new here.

4 mwahahaha

[chernyy]

[ She spots him before he does her. That's usually how this went. She feels a tightness in her chest. There's an ache that comes with it. Then an anger. She tells herself she's over it. That she's been over it. But seeing him again... Guess she wasn't.

He won't have an easy time hearing her. Natasha has always had a talent for being light on her feet. But she'll feel her gaze because she won't say anything. Just stands there in front of him, taking all of him in, for any signs of where he was before coming here.

That and maybe she's not really sure what there is to say. ]

Tumnus | Chronicles of Narnia | OTA

[lyricalfaun]

1 - Flowerdisiacs

[Far be it from Tumnus to turn down the opportunity to offer aid to one of the wee folk. Truly, what harm could come from a little flower gathering? There was no White Witch here to blanket the world in snow and send the poor things into hibernation. No, if anything, this little island was a glorious example of spring and summer, the sun beating down on him and warming him from horn to hoof. He was in quite a lovely mood as he set off, chatting about Narnia and listening if his companion deigned to offer tales of their own.

Upon reaching the island, he was a little put out to see that there'd be a small swim to reach the flowers, but it was rather a small swim and he was a faun in quite good shape. His fur would take forever to dry, however.]

Well, there we are, it seems. Do you suppose it would take the both of us to reach it? I'm quite happy to carry the bundle back, it's just... my pelt, you see.

3 - Not Quite Nudity

[The beach had sounded like a rather lovely idea. Enjoy a little rest. Spring might have come to Narnia, but Winter had lasted so very long, he could hardly be blamed for wanting to soak up as much heat and warmth as he could, could he? The sand shifted under his hooves as he walked, smiling happily and giving those he passed a nod or a wave. That most of those he passed were nude hardly mattered. He was a faun, after all. If a faun of his years hadn't seen a sylph or dryad in a state of undress... well, he wasn't much of a faun. That was Tumnus' mind on it, anyway.

Aside from that, everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves immensely and he was quite pleased to find those who might wish to talk to a faun far from home.

To get in the spirit of the beach, he'd left off his scarf, so he was as nude as a faun could get. Quite invigorating, really. Though, he knew he'd be combing sand out of his fur for days. Well worth it, particularly if a smile garnered an invitation to chat.]

4 - Wild Cardnanigans

[As far as the rest of the island went, Tumnus could be found wherever there was someone else. The business district caught his attention, as it was a busy, bustling hive of activity that he found fascinating. His new home was quaint and he was immensely pleased to tend to the greenery outside and find anything he could to fix and fuss with.

Perhaps someone might come upon him playing his pipes, something sweet and bright as he found the mood of the new land he was in. At any time, Tumnus will offer a smile and a greeting, the faun more than happy to make a new acquaintance.]

1

[srutha]

[ Niamh offered no tales, but drank in everything her traveling companion had to say about his far off land. She'd never heard of this place called Narnia, but it sounded truly beautiful. She wishes she could visit someday, though she knows that may never happen.

When they reach their destination, the flowers' bright blue color makes them easy to spot on the southern shore. Niamh appears momentarily puzzled as to why her companion wouldn't wish to swim, but then she realizes and giggles. He is quite furry, isn't he?

She shakes her head no, she doesn't mind getting them, and walks into the lake. ...and keeps walking, even as the water closes over her head. Not coming up for air once, she emerges on the other side, quickly bending over to pluck as many flowers as she can carry. ]

natasha romanoff | mcu | ota

[chernyy]

( 2 )

[ Carry out a diplomatic mission to sea dragons? Sounds like fun to her. Why not? The worst that could happen is that she pisses them off. But she isn't that bad with making negotiations. And if they are any kind of creatures governed by reason then logic shouldn't be that hard for them to grasp. Especially if it's coming from an outside party not too close to "the drama" with nothing personally invested.

Or it would make them more prone to not listen at all.

She'll just have to go see. ]


( 4 )

[ It's not easy, trying to relax. She's good at faking it, like the actress she is. But coming to a place that looks more like a resort than a place to crash in between missions? That was going to take some getting used to. But it was nice. Very nice. Not too fancy, could easily become a decent enough home if she decided to stay here for a while.

The weather and climate was good, nothing overbearing. The... magical element was pretty noticeable but she was able to take it in stride. Knewing Thor and Asgard helped.

Bet taking walks to familiarize herself with the place was a must. Only way to do it. At least here, she didn't have to worry so much about being undercover. Making her way to the business district, she's in enough of a good mood to say 'hello' to anyone who greets her. ]

4

[lyricalfaun]

Hello yourself, my dear lady.

[Really, it was the red that had drawn his attention, making him turn from the parcels of tea he'd been looking over to see what it had been. Red hair. Oh, it was such a lovely red, too. Bright and vibrant and he thought it would be quite soft to the touch.

Not that he'd do such a forward thing, no. Not with someone he didn't even know. Yet.

But when she caught his eye and offered a hello, he could do no less than return it, paired with a short bow and a cheeky grin.]

2

[ladymontilyet]

[ After so long of arguing-apparently pointlessly-with the sea dragons, it was nice to see another human approach. No amount of experience at any number of royal courts could have prepared Josephine for the absolute stubbornness displayed by these creatures.

The fact that they reminded her so much of the high dragons of Thedas, even though they took noticeably different forms, wasn't helping either.

But Josephine was far from too far out of her element to offer Natasha a polite smile before greeting her, voice somewhat hushed so as to not easily be heard by the dragons in question, now a ways away. ]

I'm glad that I'm not the only one trying to deal with this. Though I don't know if you'll have any greater luck than I-do you already know the details, or should I share them with you?

[ Realizing suddenly that she'd leapt immediately into work mode without so much as introducing herself, Josephine blushed slightly before offering her hand to Natasha to shake. ]

I am Josephine Montilyet, by the way. Of Antiva.

[ Her accent-and features-would much more closely match what Natasha would know as Spain, but that came from coming from another world. ]

2

[fightlikehell]

[Because there is little to no chance at all that dragons will be convinced to do anything with fists, this looks like a job for a lawyer. Negotiating is what they do best. And while it seems the typical methods are not going to apply here, Matt still believes that he has a chance.

Poor, kind devil.]

At least they speak a common tongue. Right?

[And that there are other people championing the cause or so he hopes.]

cole alderson ( original )

[clipping]

[Heads up! Cole's introspection might come with nasty themes pertaining to him being a cult-fanatic psycho murderer pretending to be a role-model schoolboy, so please let me know if you'd rather I avoided any nastier subjects altogether.]

O N E

[Well. Meeting the vivacious butterfly-winged fairy was an experience and a half, though Cole eventually just tucks it in the back of his mind as another fact of life as he definitely did not know it. Paired up with the partner for the day, he puts on his best lost boy face and gets ready for the oncoming trip.

On their way there, he doesn't so much a pause for a split second to appreciate the scenery. Not any part of nature, not the details of architecture, not even how the light's a little different and brighter around here. Instead he just walks around the island with an eye set on his buddy for the day to scope them out.]

Do you think it's for real? The whole thing about breathing the pollen?

girl u kno me just fuck me up

[trouvaille]

I'm not taking any chances, ( ilde informs him, arch, ponytailing her hair high and sliding her backpack down one shoulder so she can dig a scarf out of it. it looks a bit out of place with the rest of her outfit, swimsuit and low-slung shorts, the only pair of flats she'll admit to owning, but she probably doesn't intend to be wearing it around her neck all afternoon.

she is not breathing in aphrodisiac pollen by a lake somewhere with this infant, thanks. eighteen year olds aren't even real people yet. )

kylo ren | star wars: the force awakens | ota

[derriphan]

ONE.

[ Meeting Mistress Philenor had been an experience.

This being said it was not the woman's statuesque figure or large, vibrantly colored wings that had given him pause – Kylo had traveled extensively over the course of his life, encountering all manner of creature, sentient or otherwise, and so this was no more remarkable to him than meeting any other alien race. Nor her request to retrieve the flowers, though he couldn't help but chafe at how he apparently couldn't be trusted to accomplish this task on his own. ]

Kriff, that woman could talk. [ He mutters, glancing back over his shoulder at the small shop, before cutting back to his companion. ]


TWO.

[ His decision to volunteer for this task had less to do with an interest in the political affairs of the sea dragons and more to do with a desire to explore. Since arriving, Kylo had done his best to familiarize himself with his new surroundings, as befit his training.

Of course, even he can't help but be a little bit awed by Lagriocus' presence. His finger itch for the weapon he'd been convinced – told – to leave behind, as he waits for the great serpent to speak. ]

ONE of course.

[sensitively]

[ Rey won't admit it, but he's right. Mistress Philenor has basically talked their ears off for the better part of two hours, and it's only by some divine miracle that Ren hasn't lost his patience completely and has managed to remain stoically civil throughout it.

Their tenuous truce that they've agreed upon with one another is another surprise; it still manages to miraculously hold somehow, in the wake of ending up on this island together. Rey has seen enough inside his mind to know that he'd had to have been offered the incentive, the wish she's been told some of the other residents here had asked for in return for assisting the island's benefactors - but as far as what exactly the wish entails, she has no idea. He has somehow managed to hide that from her, somewhere in the recesses of his mind where he can actually restrict her access.

She shrugs his annoyance off, his frayed nerves sparking along the edges of her consciousness, and instead she shades her eyes and looks out over the lake as they approach it. ]

...You're irritated because you think this is something you could have done by yourself, aren't you. [ she ducks her head, squinting in the sunlight up at him. ] But we've been told these flowers are potent, and perhaps there needs to be two in the event that one of them falls prey to the effects of them. [ after all, why else would people be assigned partners for such a menial task?

Rey looks toward the south shore of the lake and points in the direction they're headed. ] I see them, I think. Over there - those tall willowy white ones.