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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

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!

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Please leave your mod-questions for this TDM here!

(( 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

tantou are a-okay too. ))

Edited 2018-05-18 05:37 (UTC)

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!

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.

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

dolewhip. also, bobby looks like this. )

( 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

malamar if you'd like to plan/discuss anything♥ ]

Edited 2018-05-18 11:24 (UTC)

(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

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.]

( workshop comment here ! plot with me @

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!! )

( au workshop! )

Ｉ — ＰＡＩＮＴＭＥ

[ 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— ＰＬＡＹＡＳＬＯＰＰＹＢＡＳＳＬＩＮＥ

[ 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)

[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)

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)

I. Paint the Town.

Featured: One sharp-dressed, obviously rich elderly man with a cane calmly splattering black paint out of gold-dripping brush. Sure, he shouldn't have to do that, but none of his employees seem to be able to see the brush or do anything with it if he tries to give it to them, and he can see the panic at the whiteness in the eyes of all but the most experienced of them.

Coming to visit his son was certainly not supposed to cause a mental breakdown in his people. He was going to call Noct. Eventually. He had work to do now, however.

Bonus

I would rather not be kicked, please and thank you.

ooc: Or wildcard it. As to AU info, general guideline is: This is Noctis's dad, so what is applicable to his AU is applicable to Regis rn.

Edited 2018-05-18 14:10 (UTC)

I. All the green-- wait, no, it comes out Black, anyway. Paint it Black? That doesn't seem to fit the mood, either.

The blond stocky man was working hard at the task that seemed to be assigned. There was a focus to his motions, and it maybe took him a little too long to notice that there was somebody watching him. Only then did he stop and look up.

"May I help you?"

Yes, he could see the brush they were holding. But he hadn't gotten to the part of mixing paint, yet.

III. Water u doing, little thing?

Bart nearly tripped on one of the small... creatures? moving underfoot, and he was frowning down at it when he noticed that its skirts were brushing off the paint and.

"No, no no no. You do not do this." And he reached down to pluck it off the sidewalk. "We need to see where we go, don't you understand that? What are you, anyway..."

Confused pianist is confused. What is happening...

Bonus.

Are you somebody who can "help out"?

ooc: Or wildcard. AU notes here.

Edited 2018-05-18 14:46 (UTC)

((OOC: AU workshop is over here, I accept all the things! You can friend me at

Tseil, if you like! Also, if anyone laughs at my McGyver namedrop, let me know, and I will give you a cookie!))

[ I. Paint me a way! ]

"Whoa, no way!" Zack pokes at the floating paintbrush a moment. He was about to head out to work (not that he could find it anyway on more than well-placed memory at this point; this abstract painted stuff makes it difficult for him to figure anything out), but this little paintbrush has definitely garnered his attention for now, instead. "It's neon green! How cool is that!"

He glances at the semi-blank canvas around him. He wonders if the paintbrush would make it better - he can paint whatever he wants, right?

Sure! Let's paint the town r-- err, green!

He reaches out to grab the paintbrush, but he doesn't expect it to suddenly jolt and start pulling him off to somewhere mysterious. He gives a very loud yelp of surprise, and then starts laughing as he lets it lead him to where it wants to go, musing at the streams of paint as they splatter past him. And then he smiles at you as the brush stops him next to you.

"Hey, you get a magic paintbrush, too?" He holds his up to show you. He doesn't seem at all bothered by this surreal experience. "What colour did you get?"

[ IV. I'm going to eat this Octorock! ]

Oh, man, Zack's all for a sudden, reckless adventure but uh...

"I have nothing to fight with." He looks a little nervous as he tries to stay still as he looks at an Octorock. What's he going to do, now?

Well. He's worried that the monster might go for someone else. And he certainly doesn't want that to happen.

"Heeeeere, uh... Octopus, octopus, octopus!"

He tries to beckon it to follow him, as he tries to stray it from, hopefully, other people. But the Octorock seems to have other idea - it shoots a rock at him.

"Yikes!" Zack dives out of the way and hits the ground. Man, he needs something to defend himself with. A shield? A shield would be great. But... well, he doesn't know where to find anything like that, and he needs to think fast.

He scrambles to his feet and quickly starts sweeping his paintbrush to find his way around, all while trying to dodge the angry Octorok.

He reveals an alleyway. Well... It's not very good for self-defense (in fact, it's very bad. Narrow alleyways make him an easier target.) but he'll go for it. Making sure the monster is following him, he takes off down the alley, sweeping his paintbrush as he goes along. Maybe he'll find a dumpster, and something useful in it? That's how it usually works in action TV or something, right? Like in ~~McGyver~~ MacLdyvir, right?

Unfortunately, Hollywood luck is not on his side.

"A dead end?!" Oh, no... Zack grimaces as he looks back over his shoulder. Now what? He desperately tries to paint the wall in front of him, trying to find how high it goes, trying to find an escape. But then the wind gets knocked out of him as a rock hits him square in the back. And he crumples to his knees.

"Wow..." He gasps for air in between. He chuffs a laugh, realizing how screwed he is. "Those really hurt, huh?"

Someone, please help him.

I

What the fuck???

[Enough was enough and-- after being assaulted by this particular paintbrush that had seen fit to entangle itself in his long, messy ponytail, Everett Vale turned to the one tried and true tactic that always worked in times when reason had no bearing any longer:

Run.

Feel free to laugh at the man-- or try to help him. Even video game logic could only go so far in the midst of this chaos...

Or, did it?

A true gamer would realize that this was a Quest and that they had received The Call to Adventure.]>

Bonus

All right. Care to explain what's going on so I can get back to my game?

[He was a little busy-- there was a raid going on in his MMO and he had only gotten up to get a fresh drink when his phone hit him with the notification. He didn't really have time for this, and it was rude to just go AFK in the middle of something.

He wanted to get this oer quickly; he didn't want to deal with this right now.]

Wildcard

[Don't like a prompt? Make one up! Contact is

starkxravingxmad for plotting.]

Edited 2018-05-18 15:11 (UTC)

( here is soramaru's workshop comment! )

i. paint brush

[ for a couple hours, soramaru thought that he had finally lost his mind. maybe the loneliness finally got to him or maybe he's just having the strangest nightmare of his life.

but the sight of the brush is the last drop for him. he groans and continues to walk away from the giant object.

wrong move.

if anyone is alerted by a shrill scream, they'll find a brush...trying to paint soramaru, who is currently trying to kick it away, in a bright red color. ]

iii. just another day in the life

[ so what IS soramaru doing during these strange times?

well, if school isn't cancelling classes, then (unfortunately) soramaru can't catch a break. he's currently in the recolle library, studying on some repainted books!

or, well, was. he's passed out now with his book on his face. taking mostly honors classes, sports, AND having to paint the city is no doubt exhausting. snzzzz ]

bonus!

ok can someone explain what's going on???? what is this???? who was that guy??????????????

Edited 2018-05-18 16:10 (UTC)

I.
Who's is that!? [ Davis spins around in a dramatic, uncoordinated fashion. His hand is already in his suit but pauses as he sees that its a paintbrush hovering in the air. ] Oh. Well, isn't that quaint?

[ Pleased with the image of a dripping paintbrush, he offers a small wave to it as he looks around to see where the controller might be. ] What new sort of flying droid is this? It certainly would make painting ceilings easier, wouldn't it?

Still, my casino is all recently painted so I don't need to worry about such things. Still, what a lovely color. [ Green. Like money. Like his wife's eyes. He smiles fondly. ] Well, I best be off. [ Pulling his hand free from his jacket, he almost steps away but the paintbrush is already drawing nearer. ] Oh, what's this? A business venture, eh? Attempting to show me what you can do?

Hm, hm! I do appreciate such bold strokes. [ He holds his hands out to have his pun appreciated, too. The paintbrush turns to run a wet line of green over his hand, painting it over completely. ] ... Mm. Wet.

[ And so he is cheerfully chatting up the paintbrush and taking every sweeping, dripping swipe at the air as some answer to his question or statement. What a thing to come across. ]

III.

How could this happen!

[ The tone nor voice sound particularly pleased. His hands are ruffling his hair as he stands outside a jewelry shop. He continues to make a swipe at where the door handle would be but unable to grasp onto it. ]

I had a custom-made order come in, too. This is highly unprofessional. I can't even knock on the windows to be let in because there are no windows. Should I crawl through the open wall? That seems a little uncouth and would cause a lot of misunderstands.

[ Davis gestures towards the gaping nothing that separates him from entering the shop. He paces the sidewalk as he tries to figure out what he can do. Infuirating enough, he watches other people enter the shop easily and leave with uncolored and partially transparent jewelry. ]

I don't want to see my order if it turns out that it looks like that... what is this? Half-off? [ He pauses to laugh at his own joke before turning to the nearest person. ] Hey, you, are you a good painter?

BONUS

yo. A/S/L. hahaha jk jk.
Hello. I am Davis. It seems there has been an app put on my phone. It certainly sounds serious -- stabalization process! I hope it goes well. Fight on. So, do you gamble?

(( AU workshop is here! Basically he's a 30something man who owns a candy shop!))

I — The Paintbrush

[ Ryuunosuke tried to shake that feeling of being watched, but it's been to no avail so far. He eyes that paintbrush dripping with deep blue paint and raises his brow, not knowing what to make of it. He doesn't trust it. Granted, it makes sense that a paintbrush might appear when most of your town has disappeared, but he can be air headed and not always put two and two together right away.

No, instead, he's trying to avoid the paintbrush. And the paintbrush persists by appearing around the next corner and the next. Finally, when he's turned his back to it one last time, the brush flies up and fwaps him right in the face. ] Guh! H-hey! What are you-- [ It's moving down his arms now, across his chest too. He looks helplessly to the first person he can see that isn't giving him completely odd looks. ] Hello! Do you think you could give me a hand? It won't stop.... painting.

[ Namely stop this paintbrush from getting too personal! ]

III — The Candyshop

[ Despite things being weird, Ryuunosuke has a business to run, and so he has no choice but to try and make things work, despite half the shop being missing. He'd been lucky in that someone had painted the doorway in an attempt to find their own business, so he found the shop at least. Then he had to paint his way around the sign so that others knew it was still there and open too.

Having reconciled with his paintbrush, he holds it now and is painstakingly painting his shop, trying to take stock of everything and piece it all together for the ease of the customers that may want to enter. It's not nearly as colorful as it should be, since he's just one man with a blue brush but it's slowly taking shape! He only pauses what he's doing when he hears the bell ring, and then he peeks out from whatever he's doing to offer a smile. ]

Hello, welcome. If there's anything you can't find, perhaps we can look for it together?

Bonus — The Network

[ well that's...unexpected. He stares at the app for a few moments before finally typing something. He assumes this is some kind of operator or something on the other line. One of those chat support techs? ]

Hello. I'm having trouble understanding any of this. You may want to start at the beginning. But don't worry, I'm a fast learner.

Wildcard — Anything goes!

[ Please feel free to write your own starter! I'm game for anything, seriously. ]

My Au Workshop https://repeter.dreamwidth.org/13311.html?thread=20451839#cmt20451839

1)

[ WOW! that's odd, is that...a paintbrush? A floating one? Well, mine now! ]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

[Shutting his eyes tight, his feet scramble like his life depended on it, as soon as he touches something solid underneath his feet, he lets go and tries to run away, resulting in the paintbrush painting his entire back side black, and slaps his face for good measure]

Okay! I'll keep you? What do you want?

[ The brush stays floating silently. After nothing happens for some time, he, with much hesitation, grabs the brush again. When nothing happens, he smiles. Then notices the trail of black paint ]

Black? You’re an odd one, aren’t you? We are going to need to work on that, for now, let’s paint the town, shall we? Hope I’m not the only one…otherwise this is going to take Forever….

[ Is that a person there? Wait…HOW DID I GET UP HERE!?]

HELLO!? ANYONE THERE!?

3)

[ Okay, this is BULL! I STILL got to go to school?! I don’t care IF they say school is still on, nothing looks right! What the hell is going on here!? Why is no one doing anything about it!? Ugh…How do I end up getting into these messes anyway? Maybe I was liking it too much? Should I run again? Or is this everywhere now? Anyway, I guess I should at least PRETEND to go to school…these people are…nice… It would suck if I had to run again…and I don’t want to hurt them…not if I can help it..but its going to happen anyway isn’t it?]

(sigh) Well, the world isn’t going to let you cry Al, shut up and go, you’re a year behind cause your too dumb to get it, so…move already…

[ He grabs his gear and heads to school, making sure the paintbrush is in his backpack. When walking around he bumps into someone, snatching 20 bucks]

[ Sorry about that, but if I'm going to run soon, I’m going to need this…Good things don't last do they?]

[ Turning to the nearest person he asks a simple question,with some clear annoyance]

Shouldn't everyone just paint everything back? Why is everyone so freaking calm about this!?

Bonus

[ Bad timing!? So there is a good time to look like a 50’s cartoon? I’ll pass thanks…hey! Graffiti can’t be illegal now right? And now, street art is better then…well…this honestly]

[He posts a message to the chat, Why not? Free app is a Free app]

Heya! Soooo, everything turning black and white. Any graffiti artist’s here? Always wanted to try it, but you know, laws, they can’t really say we are “damaging property” now can they? :P

[ HA! There we go! Smooth lines for days! Assuming this freaking works anyway...I hope they like it...]

Wild... just comment here! :) maybe you hear him screaming and come to help! :) Pming me works too for ideas on what we can do! :)

flamethief40

Edited 2018-05-19 03:58 (UTC)

[I.]
Oh, you think this bullshit is funny, huh?! [ Yin was already having a bad day ever since waking up this morning and realizing what had happened to her, again, but for a long period of time. losing herself in her "normal" life and coming out of it with memories of acting "normal" during that time was weird enough, but also waking up and unable to find any trace of items that had come to her in the mail - especially physical changes she had just gotten used to?

yeah. her life could be better right now, and she didn't need some arrogant floating artist's tool messing with her right now. it was the perfect outlet for her anger, even if she couldn't do much more than get a grip on the brush with her one single hand and try and wrangle some sense into it. ]

Hey! You! Mind giving me a hand, here? [ grunting and grumbling angrily, she staggered toward the nearest person, splashing yellow paint all over herself and her surroundings as she tried to maintain her footing. ] Literally!

[Bonus.]
newbie? are they joking? ive been here done this and im just as tired of it now as i ever was
but whatever if you got questions get on with it
i have a dog to find

((OOC: new CR or peeps from her last stay here welcome to make up a prompt too if you know her old haunts and such, or hit me up on plurk/PMs if you wanna hash it out. workshop thread here.))

I. A Splash of Color

[Ada blinks at the paintbrush dripping with orange paint, eyes barely flinching from their usual blank stare. Yet an amused expression comes on her face.]

...for me? You shouldn't have.

[She takes it and gives it a theatrical wave like a magic wand-- and naturally, pain splatters. It. Might even splatter on you. Hope you like the color orange.]

II. Living Art

[This little task of "vandalism" is pretty fun if you ask her. She has no qualms with taking on this task by herself. Sometimes it's nice to just get away from others and express yourself in a big way. With a color as bright as hers, the alleyway between buildings that she's worked hard to bring some color to-- it doesn't seem like such a bad place. It's still naturally a little more cramped than the streets but--

That doesn't matter much until one of the benches at the edge shifts; teeth sprouting beneath the boards. Adalina jump on top of it before hopping over it and making a dash for the end of the alleyway.]

They're not paying me enough for this.

[They aren't paying her at all.

...So why does it seem like she's actually enjoying the chaos?]

Bonus.

...so. I heard you're the person in charge here.

[THAT'S NOT WHAT IT SAID AT ALL!!!]

Edited 2018-05-19 02:35 (UTC)

I.

[Okay. Well. He can live with this weird way the world is for right now. Probably. He has to live with it if it's reality, that's how reality is. But being watched and followed isn't anything new. All it does is raise his awareness and stress.

Eventually he manages to turn around ad see the bizarre looking paintbrush and he's just there. Staring at it.

He looks like he's not sure if he should run or try reaching out.]

IV.

[He's being attacked by some bizarre looking monster he's never seen. Some kind of shadow wolf with a skull! He's climbed himself all the way up into the closest tree and hasn't moved.

It's still staring at him like he'd make a delicious tasty meal. He's been up here for three hours before he finally gathers up enough courage to call out to any passing stranger.]

H-Help!

BONUS

I'm very sorry for disturbing you. Mr. Carlisle forward me here.

Who am I speaking to?

(ooc: still open for pre-cr shenanigans, just hit me up at the workshop thread.]

I - Lesson learned: always follow the first rules of horror

[Upon awakening on that very morning, a trickling feeling of “awareness” will overtake her mind, an inkling sensation as though she had just remembered something important; it was discomforting to say the least. The feeling of deja vu and dread was ominous at best, and instead on fixating over it she decided to deal with on the best way she can by jogging.

Early stretches and exercise was always the best way for her to relax and put everything in perspective. Unfortunately, she’ll come to learn it won’t save her this time around, especially when her surroundings felt and seemed very strange to her. How long has the city looked so plain? She could’ve sworn it didn’t always seemed like this…

Goosebumps will appear over her arms, as though a chill breeze abruptly appeared, but…]

Why does it feel like I just landed myself in a horror film?

[Someone was watching her very closely. Something. She is hoping for the former than the latter. Today was clearly not going to be her day! Not when a giant floating paintbrush has appeared out of thin air! All Ava could do was give a startle yelp as she headed to the nearest wall to protect her back from any other crazy delusions.]

How!? This can’t be real! This can’t be…. [the end of my everyday life, will be left unsaid. All she’ll do now is close her eyes, cover her ears, and huddle as much to the wall and herself as possible. Too bad the floating object had other plans once it realizes its own predicament: it’s being rudely ignored and needed to convince the owner they were real! And the best way to do it? Painting all over the girl! Which prompted another whimper out of her, realizing: she just broke the rules of a horror film and was paying the consequences for it by being in one. Again.!]

Mix of II + III - Attack of the fountains!

[It took some time for her mind to wrap around her current realization: some weird supernatural stuff was happening again, but it doesn’t mean her any harm. On the contrary, the floating paintbrush has been prompting her to do nothing more than to paint and spread the sky blue color around the city. Ava was more than willing to give it a shot! After all, it’ll help the city regain more color and look less creepy. It should be simple enough!]

Just gotta find whatever looks blue before, right?

[All asked to her guiding paintbrush, as it was pulling her around in the middle of the day and in public, which will leave her feeling rather curious about the attention she’ll gain. So far, no one has noticed, or rather they would stare but look away just as quickly. Odd. Then again, she does remember it being normal for other people to not realize strange happenings neither. Unless they had the app, of course!

Upon noticing a bird bath at the park, Ava will quickly head towards it with the intention of using her paintbrush.]

Can’t do much about the material it’s made of! [But she can still restore water! Which she will happily do, by soaking her paintbrush into it, awaiting for her handiwork to be finished in a matter of seconds, but a sudden noise will catch her attention.]

….um, does that sound mean it’s finished or…?

[Before she could even respond to her own banter the fountain will begin to tremble and suddenly snap close, it was fortunate that Ava’s reflexes were quick to respond as she takes a few steps away from it. Whatever was happening to the fountain, one thing was clear: it was pissed!]

A-Ah, I guess sky-blue isn’t your favorite color? [All said in a weak tone, hoping to chuckle about it, but teeth and eyes will appear out of nowhere, gaining an uncomfortable look especially after noting the sudden appearance of birds surrounding her. An annoyed look will be given.] Attack of the birds, part two!? Just without turkeys this time?

[ Doesn’t seem like her joke was very clever as the birds will begin take flight, signalling the clue on it being time to run for dear life! Which she does at full speed because she knew someone with more experience will come to save the day! Maybe acting as distraction will help speed up the process? ...hopefully.]

Bonus

Okay, give it to me straight.
What are my chances on surviving all of this for the second time?

[More like, what are the chances she'll 1) end up talking to an experience user, and 2) to a useful one? Because it doesn't feel like she doesn't have any right now.]

Edited 2018-05-19 04:38 (UTC)

I - Brain fry in a virus pan
Today was a strange day. Nevermind the hangover from hell, or having to extract herself from her date’s bed at an unholy hour - no easily the strangest thing Mariko has ever seen is the flying paintbrush, dripping with deep violet paint waiting for her at the door.

For a moment she just stares at it, before beginning to stalk off. Clearly, this is some post-alcoholic binge hallucination. Either that or there was something worse than arsenic in that cocktail - regardless, she begins to stroll towards her apartment. She gets about half a block before the brush zips into line of sight again, circling her before hovering at eye level and turning to extend to her, handle first.

“O-okay…”

Mariko scowls a minute further, rubbing the bridge of her nose before squinting at the weird floating brush. Curiosity wins out over suspicion, and with a cautious grip, she takes hold. The paint brush takes off with such zeal that it slips her grip, making her trip suddenly and swear under her breath.

“This better be worth whatever the hell this is…” she grumbles, her second attempt to hold the strange thing resulting in being yanked to god-knows-where.

Which means she stops, just in front of you. Hi new friend.

"...Hey."

II - Got too high super cyber man
[After getting the hang of this painting thing, Mariko wandered away from her new cohort. Partly because hangovers and paint fumes don’t mix, but also because she was not really keen on trying to adjust to this new development as strange as is was.

It was bad enough that she hadn’t really questioned going along with this unbridled insanity of this moment. Even worse - when she tried to examine why this felt so normal, the only thing out of place that she could recall was shooting someone’s ankle out. With a pistol. So solo examination it was.

It was only the strange horn-alert thing that got her attention quickly enough to notice the door of the fence prowling towards her.]

Oh, what the fuck!

[She sounds more exhausted than afraid, jumping back out of the range of makeshift plank arms and swearing violently about surreal stupidity.]

BONUS - Get me down, down, down
Mariko scowls darkly at her phone, with half a mind to pitch it into oncoming traffic and just buy another one. She doesn’t like surprises and this entire day has been full of bullshit - which is why when she recognizes the Retrospec app, it actually makes her pause. The UI, the colors -- blue, she doesn’t remember blue being part of the app -- it’s all easy and familiar.

If I ask if Retrospec is on their bullshit again, I get the feeling I'm not going to like the answer.

Wildcard - Get me out of Trip City
[Let’s have some fun. Hit my inbox or on

wingedbeastie if you’ve got any ideas.]

❀ i.
[ It takes three tries before she spots the paintbrush, bristles dripping with a vivid red. Okuni spends a moment staring at it, as if waiting to see its next move (or maybe to intimidate it?), before deciding that this is too boring to bother with any longer. She turns away with a dismissive wave.

--Only to give an undignified squawk of surprise as the brush attacks her face. She snatches it from midair without a second thought, glaring at the offending art supplies, but there's already a streak of red in her her and down her face. ]

Stupid paintbrush.

[ She's gearing up to toss it across the street, but before she can release it, the brush lurches forward and drags her with it. SOS, send help! ]

❀ iii.
[ A long day of wrestling paintbrushes and other inanimate objects leaves you a bit hungry, doesn't it? But with Freshens still only half-painted, there's no point in trying to cook. It's not even her turn for that, so Okuni certainly isn't going to put in the effort today. She'll just duck into the first visible cafe she finds instead. ]

Do you mind if I join you?

[ No? Great! Yes? Too bad, because she's not waiting for an answer either way - Okuni just slides on into the other chair with a heavy sigh, leaning on one hand and using the other to wave down a waiter. ]

❀ bonus.
[ Thank you, Captain Obvious. ]

Oh, do tell. When is a good time for the whole world to disappear, then? Go on, I'll wait.

❀ wildcard.
[ whatever else you might be up for! ]

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