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Recollé Mods ([personal profile] recollecters) wrote in [community profile] repeter2018-05-18 12:09 am
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MAY TDM

TEST DRIVE
MAY TEST DRIVE
The city of Recollé...

...well. Good luck!

I.
You might've noticed by now that some things in this dear city of yours are a little...weird. Most of the buildings and landmarks around you are only partially visible and the world appears to be covered in all kinds of strange colors.

As you step out the door today, you can't quite shake off the feeling that you're being followed. Every time you turn your head, nothing appears to be in your line of vision but the creeping sensation won't go away. However, with one final well-timed turn you catch it out of the corner of your eye: a large paintbrush dripping in your favorite color, floating in mid-air. The brush doesn't seem to go away no matter how long you look at it, but one of two things happens here.

For those of you who grab the brush, you'll find yourself suddenly yanked forward as the brush guides you to a nearby building, bush, or busy sidewalk, the colored paint splattering everywhere but leaving behind a black finish instead of the original color. The brush has a mind of its own as it brings you right next to a friend or a stranger to get to work. They must have a brush, too.

For those of you who ignore the brush, however...well...it doesn't like being ignored. As you turn away the brush zips forward and begins to paint your face. And your arms. And your clothes? Hopefully someone will come by and try to help soon!


II.
With that exciting chain of events out of the way, it's time to get to work! It's not hard to notice what it is you're supposed to do now. Certain members of the city have paintbrushes similar to yours and only those with brushes can restore the city as it was. Individually painting the area will highlight all items in black, but pairing up with someone else's color will allow for a bit of color to attach. Blending the brushes together will generate new, bright colors that will stick! Two reds can paint an object red while a red and a blue can change an object to purple.

Of course, you're free to go at it alone. There's nothing stopping you from embarking on this journey with your own two hands. On the other hand the longer you work by yourself, the higher your risks become of unearthing something you may not want. One minute you might be painting a garden bench back into existence when suddenly a sound alerts you that something's wrong. The object seems to warp right in front of you, sprouting teeth, eyes, and even sometimes limbs. Non-stationary objects such as vehicles, animals, postal boxes and more will begin to chase painters around all five districts of the city. Stationary objects will do anything to grab you in their grasp and stop your hard work. The only way to soothe these objects is to mix up a new color and douse them with paint, but that just might be a little harder than it looks while you're on the move.

III.

The strange thing is that even with a large portion of the city invisible to the naked eye, by now everyone around you has accepted that this is just how things will go. If you talk to your family or friends or teachers or co-workers who are without a paintbrush, they'll simply tell you that even though it started a few weeks ago there are other things in the city to worry about. They'll tell tales of people with powers and weird physical changes that shouldn't be possible and they'll point out the thinning monsters that are roaming the city and cleaning up the stray paint.

Despite this, life is expected to go on as normal. Classes are still in session and your employers expect you to be at work on time. Grocery stores are up and running and if you can find them several of your favorite businesses are still open as well. Maybe today you're in class procrastinating on a school project, or perhaps you're staring out the window at your boring job waiting for the next time you can catch a break. If you're brave enough, you might be one of those who wanders the half-missing aisles of Freshens because your family still insists on their cookout this weekend. This appears to be the new norm...so what are you doing today in the lovely "city" of Recollé?

IV.
Several citizens have been using their brushes to expand their horizons and paint beyond the limits of the city, working to recreate the roads to go back to other regions. While this will require far more work and dedication, some of the paths are outlined and cleared.

Granted, with the revival of the roads comes the revival of a few other creatures including monsters of varying breeds. Have you ever fought a monster before? No? Well now's your chance! Some of these monsters are easy to take down but others will hunt and attack. While the paint brushes won't do much to deter the creatures themselves, they're useful to paint new hiding spots until you come up with a plan of attack. That counts, doesn't it? Good luck out there.

BONUS.
Perhaps the strangest thing of all is that your phone works. It's fully functional, colored and solid without having to repaint it into existence. Being able to send texts and check maps are vital tools in the restructure of the city, but at the same time it comes with something you may not want.

The Retrospec app appears on your phone and even without setting up a profile you'll find yourself receiving a message from a Retrospec user named Zee Carlisle.

Bad timing, this was really bad timing! Hey newbies, sorry, we are a little swamped with the stabilization process right now but let me kick you to some people who can help out.


It's all the text says before you find yourself redirected to a private chat with another Retrospec user. Don't be shy now! Say hi and ask all of the questions you need!

Welcome to the [community profile] recolle test drive meme! All characters will be begin in-game AU'd as Recollé residents. You may use any of the above prompts for ideas or make up your own depicting your Recollé AU! Prompts do not have to be set in the districts listed above. You can review our list of locations for what's available. Please note that TDM threads can be used as samples, can be kept as game canon, and can also be used for bonus points for future item regains. Share a few minor details of your AU, tag around, and have fun!

For current players, please remember that TDM threads can only be used for bonus points, not regains.

Please note: you will need a reserve to apply, and current characters must have full AC posted at the time of their reservation.

Finally, please remember that this will be the last application month until September!

Your May TDM directory is here, and your AU workshop is here! Our mod questions thread for this TDM is over here!
unlightmusic: (✩ why?)

[personal profile] unlightmusic 2018-05-18 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
My character's favorite color happens to be jet black. ( ;∀;) Should I just pick another color at random, then?
unlightmusic: (✙ moon)

[personal profile] unlightmusic 2018-05-18 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
THANK YOOOUUU ♡♡♡
roughplayer: (koga13)

Koga Oogami | Ensemble Stars

[personal profile] roughplayer 2018-05-18 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
(( OOC: AU/Workshop stuff is here! Appearance-wise for a quick reference, he's bleach-blonde with brown eyes. ))

II.
[ Okay so... outlining stuff isn't too hard and he gives in to the sentient paintbrushes demands after a few bouts with with it, and some paint in his face. He doesn't get why his yellow paintbrush doesn't actually make things yellow for right now, but maybe that's good? It would be like, using a highlighter over everything. Yuck. Inking is fine by him, then! Until he lines something that isn't happy with just that, flapping its wings angrily at him. ]

The hell!?

[ Is that a peacock, a turkey, or some kind of fancy goose? Well, it's chasing Koga now, trying to nip at his legs or the brush, which bristles (ha) before norrowly escaping with a few hairs lost. He's a strong independent wolf, he don't need no help for this kind of problem! Except yeah he does. ]

Grr... Hey you! Get running right now if you want to live!

[ That's a touch dramatic, but he sounds very serious, grabbing whoever was in his path by the arm. Maybe you guys can figure out how to make paint by mixing colors! It's like art class again, except... yeah. This is a bit more urgent than just learning color theory. ]


III.
[ Well work wasn't too bad, Koga didn't really like the decor of the vet clinic anyways. Sure it looks weird when you can't see the actual cheesy posters or the abstract art paintings, but he'll live through his shifts.

How's he gonna die though? Well, some of the vet clientele know him to be sweet with dogs and they get along with him when he doesn't even try. They're also the rich sort who can toss a few fifties at a boy to walk their dogs while they're off at some social function where their pets can't be good companions or accessories. boo for them.

Walking a couple of dogs under these conditions though? Just a bit dangerous! Some things out on the streets don't look the way the should or appear to be completely absent. So the rich pooches go nuts to check everything out and drag Koga with them. He swears that normally he'd have this under control? He's just distracted by... everything around them! ]


Dammit girls, slow down will ya-- Don't you try to lick the paint everywhere either, bad! Ugh...

[ To go down the list of shenanigans:
A.) dogs taking an interest someone's magic paintbrush, either for the color, smell... it's kind of a stick??? meaning koga can almost take a break (and curse under his breath).
B.) the pooches nearly knock a recolle citizen over like a fluffy, paint covered stampede and koga either joins them in bowling over a person or kinda has to stop to check the damage.
C.) of the four he's walking, the Pekingese somehow escapes! please help him catch this overgrown imperial mop... ]



BONUS.
[ Somehow, having the quintessential smartphone and a working network still in full color and functioning as it should(?) is... still bad. How so? Well now there's an outlet for these frustrations after Zee posts that message and some people don't read when they mad. Sorry, chatroom buddy. ]

When the hell is good timing for this bullshit, then?

This isn't some pleasant surprise to wake up to and have to get right on to fixing because everything's fucked up!

We have lives, you piece of


[ --Oh. Fuck you can't backtrack or delete your messages on here, huh. Or at least, the damage is done anyway. This is... a first impression. ]

...Wait shit, you're not the person who wrote that awful excuse.

My bad.



WILDCARD.
(( 'Sup. If you want to write a starter for a different prompt, I welcome it with open arms! PMs and PPs at [plurk.com profile] tantou are a-okay too. ))
Edited 2018-05-18 05:37 (UTC)
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II

[personal profile] maskreant 2018-05-18 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ He has been working hard on painting the rest of the city with the help of the coalition group, but sometimes it's nice to take a breather and—Akira recognizes this one!! Raising his hand, he wants to wave at Koga as he approaches him.

But once he realizes the rather fast speed and the sound of flapping and chomping, that waving awkwardly stops with his hand still up in midair. Oh? Oh. Oh. Huh. He was sure he was standing here, ready to greet koga, but now he's being dragged away while looking straight into the outlined monster.

Squinting, he tries to make out what it is. It has a large fan of feathers and... makeshift teeth. Uhm.
]

Most of the painted stuff has been harmless so far. Strange.

[ His tone is leveled, brushing this off as something out of the ordinary, but not enough to warrant an alarmed reaction from him. ]
Edited 2018-05-18 06:17 (UTC)
unlightmusic: (✿ i pathetically drank my fill of those)

Suzu Kuromori | Ensemble Girls!

[personal profile] unlightmusic 2018-05-18 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
AU Workshop Post Here. Please note her appearance is similar to that in this icon. She doesn’t have an eyepatch or anything, but her left eye is still obscured by her hair.

A. No Colors Anymore, I Want to Paint it Black
[Okay, well, this whole “being forced to vandalize everything in sight” thing didn’t sit well with Suzu, no matter how much she’s finally realized how weird the city’s become. There’s honestly so many things she still hasn’t wrapped her head around, yet so little time to do so.

Getting literally dragged around by a paintbrush dripping black paint is one of the major matters that prevented her from having time to think and assess what was going on. Suzu feels like she’s walking and overexcited Saint Bernard. Seriously, she just wants to go to class, okay?! Suzu can’t even bear to imagine how many buses she’s missed from this.]


S-S-S-Stop! Please don’t pull me in random directions, Weird Flying Paintbrush Thingie....! I-I don’t have much stamina, and my hand’s starting to hurt, so---UNYU!?

[Her failing attempts at negotiating with a sentient paintbrush are cut off as it causes her to slam into someone, the impact causing her to fall back onto the concrete. She opens her mouth to apologize, but no sound leaves as her face pales with deep horror. It’s clear that whatever it is, she is very sorry. Unfortunately, she’s too petrified thinking about the consequences to verbalize this properly.

That’s certainly a sizeable splatter of black paint on your nice shirt, or your face. Possibly both----Don’t let your dreams be dreams.]


B. People Turn Their Heads and Quickly Look Away
[The whole world has gone to shit and the responsibilities of normalcy is still expected from everything. Isn’t that… weird? Why don’t some people get that this is weird!? Maybe she’s the crazy one?

Either way, Suzu’s glad that she’s done with finals, she can’t imagine how studying would be if her books were halfway towards being intangible… The literal sketchiness of everything still bothers her though, especially here, in the candy shop she works at, where colors are… kind of sort of a very important attraction to the shop? Then there’s this dumb paintbrush that refuses to leave her to work in peace.

She’s surprised that people are still coming in to shop. Especially you. Yes, you, walking through the door. Why are you even here?]


Welcooooome~ [The “cheerful” tone in her greeting sounds forced and unenthused, as does the rest that follows:] Is there anything I can help you with~? I don't think it's good to eat something with paint on it, but...?

[There’s also the fact that she doesn’t even bother pretending to smile. Rather, her gaze is averted elsewhere, with a weary expression indicating she is very troubled about something.

With how everything looks, it's pretty easy to guess what it is. Outlines and paint splatters up the wazoo.]


C. I See Your Retrospec, and Want It Painted Black
[This is definitely a chat. A one-on-one chat on a weird app she never asked for. Terrifying. What does she even say? Should she close it? But that would be rude, right? Plus, she does have some questions… But what if she says something dumb? What if the other person sasses them and she can’t think of a good comeback? The stuff of nightmares.

So, for maybe a very agonizing long 30 seconds of typing and deleting, the best Suzu can come up with and finally send is:]


Hello?

[Nailed it.]

D. WILDCARD: Throw a completely different prompt at me or PM to brainstorm ideas!
adoringpast: (papa paparazzi)

we out here wildcarding

[personal profile] adoringpast 2018-05-18 07:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ welp. another day, another attempt to literally paint the town red. it's getting exhausting at this point, but so long as sena still has the clothes in his bike and his phone and his fucking home intact on the inside, he'll be fine. mostly.

and speaking of home, he can hear the doorbell from his room and he just finds it weird that someone actually found their way to his flat with the colorful shit going on in the city. but he'll hold that thought for now, checking his looks in the mirror before going to answer it -

huh. who the hell is this punk. ]


What do you want?
adoringpast: (super happy)

A im so fucking sorry

[personal profile] adoringpast 2018-05-18 07:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ just your luck, suzu, because your brush happened to have good enough taste to splatter jet-black ink onto a certain model boy's pristine white shirt. it's a miracle it'd missed his face for the most part, but it also stained a bit of his dignity as he stands there in stunned silence, dropping the paintbrush he's been holding to the ground.

at first his face is unreadable, until his lips stretch into a wide smile.

uh oh. ]


...All right then. [ he takes a couple more steps towards the girl until he's looming over her, his smile dissonant as hell. ] Do you have any idea how much this shirt costs, hm? Do you?
Edited 2018-05-18 14:38 (UTC)
memoryshifter: (fighting mad)

I - in which Avery is NOT AMUSED

[personal profile] memoryshifter 2018-05-18 07:56 am (UTC)(link)
Avery gets the feeling that floating paintbrushes are not the weirdest thing he has ever seen, but he can't say what was. Maybe the half-visible buildings. He stares at this mysterious paintbrush for a long time before shaking his head and walking away, deciding that grabbing a mysterious floating paintbrush is probably a bad idea.

Apparently, he was wrong. Apparently, walking away was the bad idea.

"HEY!" he shouts, slapping at the paintbrush lovingly giving his face a new coat of black, trying to dodge it. "Get away from me!"

Oh, he did not appreciate this at all! That is a brand new jacket! And it was all over his face.

Someone please, please, please save him.
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Lapis Lazuli | Steven Universe

[personal profile] shiningthrough 2018-05-18 08:01 am (UTC)(link)
I.
...Huh.

[ bobby lopez doesn't stare at the paintbrush dripping blue paint for long at all before reaching out for it, hesitant but undeniably curious. it doesn't hurt that she's all about art, of course. it's one of the few things she really still gets passionate over.

she's not sure what she was expecting to come from her choice to grab the brush, but it certainly wasn't to be forced forward by its pull. how is this happening, exactly? ]


Hey, wait! Slow down!

[ to make matters worse, the paintbrush doesn't seem to care if she knocks into others on her way to... well, wherever it wants her to go.

apparently, that "wherever" is a partially-visible building, and she's not the only one there. ]


Oh, uh. Hi.

[ well, it doesn't exactly take a genius to figure this out. they need to start painting... maybe? ]

III.
[ if you ask bobby why she eats lunch at the big bang burger as often as she does, she won't really have an answer for you. it's corny, and a big chain, neither of which are really her style. but it's also convenient and quick, which totally works with her general modus operandi. plus, as uncool as the space theme is, she kind of likes it.

on that particular day, the burger joint seems busier than usual, so there's no where open for her to sit... or could that be because a good portion of the chairs have vanished? right, well, whatever the case, she needs to sit somewhere, so she approaches a table with a free seat. ]


Hey, do you mind if I join you?

[ the question just oozes with her own discomfort. ]

Bonus.
Okay, that was weird.

Did you get an unhelpful explanation, too?


[ that's her main concern, right now, rather than finding out who she's talking to now. ]

Wildcard.
( ooc: feel free to make anything up, too. you can contact me through a pm or by private plurking [plurk.com profile] dolewhip. also, bobby looks like this. )
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AKUTAGAWA | BSD

[personal profile] clothes 2018-05-18 11:22 am (UTC)(link)
( au workshop post here but long story short, akutagawa here is a famous japanese idol; he hasn't been living here in recollé for long, so please enjoy either an initial meeting or another random sighting with your local angry superstar♥ )

II
[ against his survival instincts, akutagawa decided to work alone for as long as possible before Something Terrible suddenly happened, which he knew it would. thankfully, his favorite color isn't as commonly found around a city as one would think. his efforts have mostly been confined to small details on signs, plants, and the occasional object he always thought should be red, but unfortunately never was.

fire hydrants aren't even red anymore, but that seems to have slipped akutagawa's mind; this proves fatal, because after a few unenthusiastic swipes with his annoying brush, the stupid fire hydrant decides to sprout a trio of bloodshot eyes, a few rows of teeth, and the most unpleasant pair of humanoid-looking feet imaginable.

akutagawa doesn't really fuck with killer fire hydrants overcome with the power of eldritch, so with a look of disgust, he gives the thing a solid kick when it advances upon him. despite its density, it does go rolling, and unfortunately...it's...towards you... oops! ]



III
[ well, that was an ordeal, but akutagawa has managed to work out a system with his temperamental brush, and it's willing to let him enter places carrying food without harassing him. food needs to be colored too but akutagawa isn't going to complain......

so, wherever you are-- maybe you're checking the produce for quality at the grocery store, or you're mulling over what to order at a bakery, or you're just existing somewhere with food in the vicinity; wherever you are, as you're browsing your phone, you somehow make it onto stan twitter. maybe you're an idol fan? you think the memes are funny? That mutual just happened to retweet the horrible, horrible post you're about to see?



y i k e s ! whether it's funny or relatable or by pure accident, you hit that like button like it owes you money. right after doing this, you look up just in time to see the object of this particular akutagawaP's affections, aka akutagawa, standing quietly near your side.

akutagawa glances at your phone's screen before his gaze flickers back up to you with an expression that emanates disgust and disapproval despite its relative flatness. you should...probably say something... unless you're fine with him thinking you're a sicko who wants him to gore your insides. ]



BONUS
[ TODAY SUCKS AND NOW THIS. god, he just wanted to look up a recipe for kale salad, now there are crazy people in his phone. [kanye voice] Now I gotta be responsible for this water bottle. ]

You say that as if there is ever an appropriate time for your failure of a "stabilization process."

I don't recall giving you permission to interfere with my day with this violent melodrama, and I doubt I'm the only person who feels this way. What help could anyone else in this situation possibly be?


[ ugh... as badly as he wants to go off on this dumbass, he knows it's impossible to send your fist through the internet. he's tried. besides, it looks like he's been passed off to some stranger who's probably just as useless as the original messenger was. akutagawa is tempted to huck his phone out the window, but he decides to play along for now. ]

Well? Do you have an explanation?


WILDCARD, OTA
[ go bananas, i will roll with anything you come up with, but you can catch me on [plurk.com profile] malamar if you'd like to plan/discuss anything♥ ]
Edited 2018-05-18 11:24 (UTC)
adoringpast: (backstage at your show)

iii im so sorry

[personal profile] adoringpast 2018-05-18 11:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ ...yeaaaaah, this is why this certain model boy doesn't go to twitter anymore. why sena happened to check out twitter now of all times, he doesn't know, but he happened to like that one post that one of his cherished mutuals have liked that isn't supposed to show up on his fucking tl in the first place?!

fuck twitter man. hope that stan gets shadowbanned for that. ]


Yikes, that's embarrassing. Think I'm getting hives. [ don't mind if he's suppressing a snort as he unlikes that tweet and proceeds to stare right back at akutagawa with a knowing smile. ] I don't even know how a~aanyone can be an idol at this day and age, especially with their stans stinking up the site, hm?

[ he doesn't seem fazed by the other male's disapproving expression because fuck idols, am i right? ]
Edited 2018-05-18 11:42 (UTC)

Celty Sturluson | Durarara!!

[personal profile] halloweenkitty 2018-05-18 12:04 pm (UTC)(link)
(ooc: AU workshop link! AU name Caitlin Sullivan, nom de plume Kate Sturluson. Despite her icons, she is an unremarkable 20-something with red hair, fair skin, green eyes and macabre taste in t-shirts. hmu in PMs or [plurk.com profile] blitzente if you want to talk/wildcard!)

[1: outside somewhere in town]

[Look out, random stranger! You've been hit by, you've been struck by a smooth streak of pink paint right across your face. Caitlin was a little too curious about the paintbrush floating in front of her - who wouldn't be, really? - and the moment she laid a finger on it, it yanked her across the street so enthusiastically it felt like she was flying. Directly into you.

Gingerly hanging onto the brush practically by the other end of the handle, she looks... okay, not quite mortified, more like someone who knows they should look mortified but is still biting their lip with the effort it's taking not to laugh instead. Either way, not a sound comes out of her mouth. Instead, with her less pink-spattered hand, Caitlin fumbles in her pocket for a moment before pulling out her smartphone, large and adorned with cat stickers. Bear with her while she opens the memo app, and...]


sorry!! idk what just happened :( you ok?

[She holds the screen up for you to read. The text is as big as she can make it without scrolling.]


[2: near a library somewhere]

[Questions of who put it there aside, it didn't take Caitlin too long to figure out what the brush was for. If she's honest, it kind of chafes that someone could sic this responsibility on her without any thought for how she felt about it. But hey, that's just life, and the thing about life is that it goes on until it doesn't.

That's why she went on with her schedule as well, and today that meant heading to the library. She's a regular there; it's one of her favourite places. It's quieter than home, the wifi is free and the desks are clean - perfect for spending afternoons off with her writing notebooks. She was just minding her own business, taking occasional breaks to paint in some of the more neglected aisles, when two of the ancient public computers reared up and roared into a clattering mockery of life.

She'd led the creature outside in a hurry when it became clear it was mostly swiping at her and her brush, but this? This is enough running. Lay the heck off, computer monster! There were little kids in that library! They could've gotten hurt! So Caitlin plants her feet on the blank white sidewalk, looks the galumphing computer monster squarely in the fangs, and brandishes her oversized paintbrush like an amateur's idea of a sword.

...She may need some assistance before she gets her head bashed in with a keyboard. For all her evident righteous fury, she's quite petite.]



[3: bonus]

[...Ah, the name on the conversation changed before she could message the first guy. Shoot.]

hi!
nice to meet you!
weird question but
is this related to the people with "strange physical changes" i heard about?
i'm just curious...


[As a writer, she has priorities.]
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AHAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAA Bless.

[personal profile] clothes 2018-05-18 12:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ wow!! fuck this guy!!! akutagawa may find his fans disgusting and unsettling half the time, but their devotion and willingness to commit crimes and fight random people to be somewhat admirable. not only that, but he takes his job Very Seriously. being an idol is tough work!! ]

Stan twitter is a very small minority compared to other social circles. Either you don't visit the site often, or you're part of stan twitter yourself and cannot see past your fandom bubble.

[ akutagawa figures this D-BAG MEANIE!!!!!! already knows who he is, so he doesn't disclose that for now. not that the boy not knowing would exempt him from being pelted with summer squash, but still. ]

As crude as their methods may be at times, acknowledging the talent of their favorite idols, and expressing their loyalty is benign more often than not.
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B

[personal profile] clothes 2018-05-18 12:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ truthfully, akutagawa has been been wondering about the exact same thing. granted, his daily life isn't as bustling as most people in recollé's is, but still. the work he has had to do isn't unaffected by these colorful inconveniences.

either way, his routine isn't completely borked, so at least he's able to visit the candy shop without ending up covered in gunky colors or severely maimed by some kind of strange, formerly inanimate object. hopefully he can just get some jellybeans and chocolate covered cookies without incident.

...except the shopkeeper looks terribly lost in her thoughts. ]


It probably isn't, but we must take what we can get.

[ well, anyway, as he heads to the jellybean dispensers-- ]

You're distracted by something.
idolworship: (Default)

eichi tenshouin (miai garyuu) | ensemble stars!

[personal profile] idolworship 2018-05-18 12:25 pm (UTC)(link)
( workshop comment here ! plot with me @ [plurk.com profile] rosiere !! appearance: black hair, grey eyes !!! )

II.

It's too bad . . . I think gold is a nice color- are you sure you don't agree? ♪

( there's not a trace of alarm in his voice despite his situation. armed with only a paintbrush and his strapping good looks, miai's facing off with a distinctly feline mutation of some local flora, with a dozen more rows of teeth here and there.

still, it is feline, so if only for that reason he isn't particularly scared. despite sporting some cuts and scratches already from some near-misses on its claws (or teeth, those could have been retractable teeth), miai doesn't seem the least bit concerned. he's mid-crouch - ready to run, but not particularly inclined - with his arm out and paintbrush - dripping, indeed, a glittery gold - as if it were a sort of ring for the creature to jump over or into, which might be enlightening as to how he got into the situation he is now. )


Come on, come on ♪ Though this may be the twenty-sixth time, who knows? It could be the charm. I may not know what you are, but I know I like you quite a bit ♪

( his paintbrush, by the way, blends like yellow, just with glitter- the glitter is important )

III.

( miai, is, without a doubt, lost. mostly because approximately half the usual landmarks are missing.

dutifully he took up his shift at chabana, at which point they ran out of. tea leaves? tea leaves. he's pretty sure it was tea leaves. some other things, too. someone had forgotten to make a note to restock earlier. he'd volunteered to be the one to do the run for temp provisions, and he'd managed his way to the market easy enough, but getting back . . . hm. this was a toughie. hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. well, any direction would lead him somewhere so long as he kept walking, right?

so here miai is, groceries in tow, walking into your business. your shady back alley deals, your alone time in your yard, whatever. he's taking whatever path catches his eye, even if he has to hop some (half-invisible, half-splattered) fences to follow it, and even if that might technically be trespassing. )


BONUS.

n;io such thign as bad dtimging
oh
yuo re a new personn ow
hmmmmmmmm
f;rist, sory, i broke my autocorrect forver ago
i;ll try to typ.................correct
anywya
do yuoo actually knwo whats going on
i mena
i like it so
nbd but
curiouss


WILDCARD.

( come up with your own scenario, or plot with me for one!! )
1620: (pic#12298726)

gamzee makara 🎪 #2b0057 :o)

[personal profile] 1620 2018-05-18 12:43 pm (UTC)(link)
( au workshop! )

I — PAINT ME

[ so what happens when you wake up early, get lit and go outside for a morning walk on the beach for your daily inspiration? you start seeing the world like a canvas and get thrusted a paint brush with your favorite color. is this weird? no, this is gamzee being so effortlessly detached from reality that this is all just another day of THE LORD’S THOUGHTS BEING POURED INTO MY BRAIN.

looks like the little paint dude wants him to go somewhere. freely, gamzee lets the brush lead him to a blank wall. and then he just sort of

stands there

for two hours

before finally taking the brush, closing his eyes and clapping his hands together before muttering a single word of mirth: viva 🙏🏻. and thus, proceeds to paint. he probably didn’t see you there! or if he does, he’ll hold his hand up in a lazy sort of wave, managing eye contact for . . . an uncomfortable period of time before finally dragging out: ]


Isn’t it beautiful?

III— PLAY A SLOPPY BASSLINE

[ let’s be real: gamzee would’ve painted all day. he would’ve painted until he fell asleep again, but his little brush dude was just so tired (“tired”) it ran away from him. aw. maybe he had some other motherfucker to enlighten. that’s okay. you go spread the lord’s work, lil’ man, he totally gets it.

in the mean time, it’s time to paint the face and space out on all the colors for a little while longer. everything’s just so perfect today. gamzee counts himself blessed every five minutes, every minute when he forgets he already said blessed a minute ago. this inspiration has been the best one he’s gotten since he was a chico. ah—

ahhhhh, ahhh! aha.

he feels words coming, a beat so slick people are going to start slip and sliding right past him like crocodile mile. with his bass guitar slung over his shoulder and his case open for tips, he starts up on a little warm up tune that sounds eerily like circus themed jams, he then immediately switches into the grand act: a song about fucking the system.

cash in some change for this performer? there’s a paper in his guitar case that reads: request your heart out and i’ll give it a spin :o) gracias ]


BONUS

[ hello poor soul, you are now connected to GAMZEE MAKARA. say hi! ]

heyyyy
what is good my whimsically chosen hermano and or hermana
my compadres
from other madres which we all share the same in our hearts
a million and ton birthdays that paint our lives with holy arts
hahaha
Edited 2018-05-18 13:03 (UTC)
notthatbutler: (dafuq am i lookin at)

[personal profile] notthatbutler 2018-05-18 12:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[AU workshop comment is HERE!]

I - Paint the Town Plum

[Why did he go outside today.

Dwyer looked at the blank world outside his doorway, heaved a sigh, and tried to go back inside, only for his aunt to shoo him out for some fresh air. It's fine, she said! Nothing to worry about, she said! Go sit in the park and get some sun, she said! Yeah, sure, that'd be great, if he could find the park or the sun or anything. It'd be easier to go back into bed and wait this...whatever it was out, because how is he supposed to be able to do something about it? God, he can't even find a bench or curb to sit on without feeling around like a dumbass, but it's when he finally grasps the arm of a bench that he spots it - a paintbrush, floating in the air, drips of plum paint trickling down. He blinks, rubs at his eyes, blinks again.]


...The hell...?

[Clearly he needs to sit down for a good long while with his eyes closed, because now he's seeing weird things. And he does that for a good five minutes, undisturbed, until the paintbrush is decidedly fed up with being ignored and flies right at him, smearing paint right across his face.]

Augh-!

[Yes, this is how he always knew he would go: assaulted by a paintbrush. Want to laugh at the scruffy teen being assaulted by art supplies as he flails uselessly on an invisible bench, or will you take pity on him and try to explain what's going on?]

III - Keep Calm and Carry On

[Eventually, Dwyer and the paintbrush were able to come to an agreement with each other, and it had become his navigational tool ever since - not that he went to a lot of places to begin with, but still, it was better than faceplanting into walls or tripping over things on the sidewalk that had gone unseen. And it pleased his aunt, who was still pretty blase about all this weirdness, that he could help them make a trail back to the house when she wanted to go to Union Grocery to pick up her organics. So that's what they were doing today. It's late morning, his aunt is still in the front of the store talking to a friend, and he's found himself down in one of the aisles, slowly painting the produce out of boredom. Even if it's just outlining it, it's better to know that you're picking up a box of tea rather than a box of spice packets, right?

Are you painting out some produce, too? Or have you come across Dwyer as he tries not to lean against a half-outlined shelf, trying to rub the dull, mounting pain out of his shoulder from all this work?]


Bonus - You've Got Mail!

[Uh. Well. Hm. That's...this is weird. This is very weird. This is not something he had downloaded onto his phone, nor someone who would be in his limited contacts. Is this a virus? Did someone hack his phone? His aunt, bless her heart, has no idea what he's talking about when he tries to show it to her, so she couldn't have put this Retrospec thing on there herself...ugh, this is stressing him out. His phone is the one thing he has left that's normal and colored. If he loses access to it, what is he going to do? But if this is related to any of the weirdness, then he might as well try to get some answers.]

hello?
uh
is someone there?
or is this really a virus and my phone is bricked
please don't let my phone be bricked
also if it takes a while for me to text back i'm sorry but it's been a long couple of days and i haven't slept well
seriously you'd be surprised how hard my autocorrect is working right now
Edited 2018-05-18 12:53 (UTC)
adoringpast: (Default)

bonus

[personal profile] adoringpast 2018-05-18 12:57 pm (UTC)(link)
well this is a first
not the autocorrect thing since i've seen it happen so many times
but how can anyone like this kind of landscape?
are you colorblind?
espansivo: (15 illuminate these feelings)

iii

[personal profile] espansivo 2018-05-18 01:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[you know what's a good, dangerous funtime? still hanging out on rooftops while everything is in bits and pieces. leo sucks on a popsicle, taking a break, and watches miai walk below him.



hm. should he. no, it's not a matter of "should", because leo's already making his way down into the alley, drawn naturally by miai's presence; it's always like that, always, and he throws his arms around the other with little hesitation. there should be more, but there's a lot of "shoulds" in leo's life that don't quite make the cut.]


Look at you, strongman, carrying groceries. ♪ Need a hand? Want a shortcut? Hey, hey, where are we going~?

[because they're now going together, of course, immediately falling back into an old rhythm. not quite their dating rhythm, but an old one, comfortable the way he is with friends.]
Edited 2018-05-18 13:26 (UTC)
avengeme: (smug)

Phil Coulson | MCU/Agents of SHIELD

[personal profile] avengeme 2018-05-18 01:42 pm (UTC)(link)
I/a
[For a grown man, Coulson sounds rather shy and uncertain. Usually he gives himself some time to prepare for talking to somebody but since the paintbrush has a mind of its own...]

Oh, uh. I see you have a brush, too?

I/b
[OR he might be trying to make his way back to the comforts of his books]

You wouldn't happen to have seen a high school around these parts?

I/c
[Alternatively, he can be found swinging his paint brush around as he highlights as much of the city as he can. It's pretty neat actually. Watch out for stray paint droplets.]


II
[It starts faintly at first. And then the closer this grown man gets to you, the clearer the words he's forming becomes. It goes faintly like:]

Whaatt iiiisSS HAPPENIIiiinngg!!!!!

[He zips past. A rabid lamp post in tow. There's a black paintbrush in his hands, along with some papers that are flying out of his white-knuckled grip. That is Recolle High School's finest American History teacher. Pray you have a second copy of that homework he's bound to lose]

Bonus
Uh... hello?
Edited 2018-05-18 13:43 (UTC)
espansivo: (20 i gently whisper)

b

[personal profile] espansivo 2018-05-18 01:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[of course he's gonna check in on kuro's family, suzu's practically his own lil sis despite being just a bit younger than him. and the candy shop definitely needs some color, so he's taking what he's learned this past month and making some of this... colorful.

red and whatever color first painted this place shouldn't look terrible blended together. it's just a darker red with suzu's paint, and if anyone else has helped there's probably more popping colors too.]


Don't worry, Suzu, it doesn't taste any different with paint on it! Kind of weird, since you'd expect that sorta thing, but it's just as sweet as expected..♪ Got anything new in stock?

[it may seem like he's ignoring that troubled look, but he's very much making sure that everything gets coated evenly; at the very least, it won't be splotchy, and there'll be some color. it's the least he can do for someone he stays with more than half the time.]
beneathmoonlight: (YIKES)

LATCHES ONTO YOUR LEG also III

[personal profile] beneathmoonlight 2018-05-18 01:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[Holy mother of God, Atsushi really hadn’t meant to stumble upon such a cursed tweet during his break at the bakery, but it’s not the downright disgusting message that disturbs him.

It’s the name. Akutagawa. The name of the man from his memories, who’s face he can’t recall but who’s ability haunts his dreams on a regular basis. He looks terrified right now, and not because he’s grossed out.

...

Could it be a coincidence? It’s not a common name, but there’s no first name attached, so...maybe...just maybe...

Oh...someone is looking at him...and judging him...oh god, they probably think he’s a freak!! He nearly drops his phone as he scrambles to bow in apology.
]

I-I’m sorry you had to see that!! It was a complete accident!

adoringpast: (huh?)

[personal profile] adoringpast 2018-05-18 01:45 pm (UTC)(link)
For a very small minority, they sure are hard to avoid on Twitter. I'd rather keep my wig on, thanks.

[ though let's be real, sena would've been the real skinny legend in this side of recolle. because of dieting, get it ]

I mean I'm all for acknowledging talent and all that since I do have my share of weirdass fans and all, but they can afford to say it more eloquently at least? Why would they even express their fondness like that? It doesn't make sense!

[ ah well, at this point the less sena knows the better. ]

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