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TEST DRIVE.
TEST DRIVE. | ||
LOG #1: PLACEBO.  Congratulations! You've passed your interview. After successfully walking through the rather fancy and posh Welcome Door from the Doorman's Hallway, you've now found yourself in a section of PLACEBO. When you step out into PLACEBO, the first thing you'll notice is that you're feeling very warm. Don't look up, though; the sun's a little too bright at the moment and needs an adjustment from the Architect, so it's highly recommended you grab an umbrella, hat, or a pair of sunglasses. The second thing you'll notice is that it's bustling with activity. The town centre has people dressed in various clothing and styles walking around who greet you with a quick wave and a friendly "Hi." These are the people of PLACEBO. Most of them are nice. Right now, they have no opinion of you. If you ask these people any questions, they'll be as helpful as they can be, but they don't have all the answers. Some of them will do their best to assist you while others… won't. Nevermind the cold shoulder. Did you see the hot dog stand offering free hotdogs? Grab some food (it's delicious), go explore, perhaps get a nice pair of shoes? If you put your hand in your pocket (don't have pockets? you do now!), you'll find a little business card in it that has your new address on it. This business card is made of thick plastic and is unbreakable and does not burn. If you lose it, a cat will bring it back to you. This is your temporary key card. This might also be a good time to test out your new power. Just be careful of the cats—there's plenty of them running around town, sitting in trees, on tables, and sleeping in chairs. You don't want to make a wrong first impression. LOG #2: WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE. cw mentions: drug use, dangerous animals.  Welcome to Jumanji, better known as Earth-95. After Michael briefs everyone in on this mission, you walk through a door covered in vines with leaves poking through the thin gaps between door and hinge. You step foot into a beautiful jungle. Everyone starts in the same area—a thick canopy of trees, bushes and still vines—before wandering off in all directions. It's humid. The leaves around you are damp from a recent rain. The grass beneath your feet is ankle-high and thick and vines from trees slither out like long, unwieldy snakes at the pace of a sloth moving across the road. Remember how Michael said something about appropriate footwear? He was right about one thing: Van Pelt isn't here. It seems like the intrepid explorers of S.P.E.I.R. have been dropped off on Earth-95 before Van Pelt's time. Curious. You'll still need the weapons you brought in your backpacks—and if you didn't bring a backpack, you'll carry them in your hands or pockets. The jungle isn't safe for anyone. Watch out for the alligators in the water, the monkeys in the trees, and did we mention the snakes slithering through the grass? Try not to be bitten by any insects. Their bites have very intense hallucinogenic properties that can last from an hour to half a day if you're not careful. The jungle is also the home to many flourishing ripe fruits. Remember when Michael said not to come on an empty stomach? He really meant that. Eating the fruits of the jungle will lead to a few (and perhaps unwanted) side effects…
But don't let that distract you from the mission at hand. The fate of Jumanji (or Earth-95) is at stake here. Find the ruby red jewel and return it to the earth. Sounds simple, right? If you want your character to find the ruby red jewel, note that there are many of them out there. They look like a glass pomegranate and are the size of the Rock's palm and are found all throughout the jungle—in trees, ants nests, wasp nests, buried half in the dirt, in the mouths of giant hippos… All you have to do is bury it in some dirt. Super simple when you think about it… NETWORK #1: A/S/L. Did you check your other pocket? Or perhaps your bag? You'll find a very slim looking iPhone that instantly activates once you look at it. This phone will connect to you the wider S.P.E.I.R. network. It's fully encrypted, only requires a little charge every now and then, and has a few cat photos already in the album. You can't delete those. Why would you? The phone has a changeable username and a little profile picture of you. It's your best picture. No, you can't change this photo. How about you say hi on the network? Reach out to your fellow S.P.E.I.R. comrades? Pose an interesting, thought-provoking ice-breaker? Maybe you just want to show a picture of a cat (who doesn't—they're so cute!). @michael Did you know your universe is considered to be 104% perfect if Beyonce exists on it? Discuss. OOC. 'Sup. Welcome to SPEIR where cats rule and that's okay. This is serving as an interest check. SPEIR, as you guys know, is intended to be a chill gpsl. It's not meant to be hardcore like a game, but it is intended to be active—like when your cat awakens and chooses to play with you for 30 minutes and then promptly goes back to sleep. Hopefully the tdm has given you an idea of what the tone is going to be like for SPEIR whenever it opens. Please make sure you mark for any NSFW content. Most importantly, have fun! | ||
Bonnie Bennett | The Vampire Diaries
[This is already the best non-home dimension that Bonnie has been to. There's:
1) Other people
2) No karaoke (at least not yet)
3) No one actively trying to kill her
4) No acid-washed jeans
5) Churros
She's chomping on said Churro as she walks into a stationary store. If's she's going to do this job right, she needs to take a page out of Caroline's book and get organized. She needs post-notes, felt-tipped pens, highlighters, and day planner.
...wait.]
Are day planners even a thing here? [She says, mostly to herself.] How are you supposed to plan out your days when time is basically just an inter-dimensional formality?
[Is she thinking about this too much? She's thinking about this too much.]
2: WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE
I'm from Virginia.
[She says, lying out in the grass.]
Not Alexandria, DC-suburbs Virginia. We're talking below the Mason Dixon line. We're talking don't bother turning the AC on in August because it won't make a difference.
[She holds her hand up, looking at the red outline of a bug bite. She keeps her hand up, because her fingers look like they're swaying and it's not entirely unpleasant.]
Sorry. I'm rambling. My point is -- I know better than to forget bug spray. But here we are.
3: NETWORK
Contrary to the stereotypes, not all witches are cat people. Can anybody get these pictures off my phone? I can pay you in crappy cooking or crappy guitar lessons; your choice.
PLACEBO.
he watches her for a moment, finding that bonnie looks very different from when he remembers—not that he really cares. whatever, so she got a haircut? good for her. about time she updated her high school look.
he has a notebook, ruler, stapler and a packet of highlights nestled against the crook of his arm. ]
Carpe diem.
[ he smiles at her. was he not supposed to overhear? oh well. ]
Re: PLACEBO.
It's common sense and a web of uneasy alliances centered around the world's nicest kindergartner that stays said hand. If Kol's here, he's been called here.]
Something like that. [She takes a look at the supplies in his arms. Huh.] Didn't figure you for the group project type.
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There's a lot you don't know about me, Bonnie. [ he says it cheerily, because it's really, really sad that this is a fact. he's been locked in a box for so long so many people don't know just how terrifying he is.
he smiles at her, knowing what he wants to say next will irritate her. ]
Do you think about me often?
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What is there to think about?
[To underscore her point, she puts her hand down and moves towards a display of pens. She reaches for a purple one and uncaps it, testing the ink out on some scratch paper.]
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My good looks.
[ is he not meant to follow her? oh, well. he does so with his hands clasped behind his back. ]
My charming personality. My sexy accent. How good I must look in purple.
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Your humility, mostly.
[Hmm. The pen draws okay on paper, but that's not the only thing she needs it for.]
If you're going to keep flirting with me while I'm shopping, make yourself useful hold out a hand.
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kol may be a pain in the ass, a mikaelson, and a child trapped in the body of a grown adult, but he can play along, too. what else is he going to do? not help hold her things? that's boring. ]
Why do you need a pen?
[ what is this shit? ]
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[She takes his hand and holds his palm up. In quick motions, she writes "I need therapy" in neat, purple script on the center of his palm. She takes a look at her work, frowning.]
I don't think that will last more than ten minutes in a jungle world. You'd sweat it right off.
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[ hopefully she didn't fear offending him. kol's the easygoing (with a hot temper) brother.
he gently pats her on the back. ] I'm here for you.
[ there's no point in informing a man who understands he needs lots and lots of therapy to merely unpack one string of his own familial trauma that he requires therapy. he knows this. unlike his brothers, he acknowledges this. ]
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[She looks up at him with a raised eyebrow, before turning her attention back to the pen display.]
I wouldn't have pegged you as a "restore the balance of the universe" recruit. Did I miss something?
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[ there's a lot the people who know him don't know about him. no one bothers to ask. all they do is stab him with daggers and tuck him into a coffin.
he watches her look at the pen display like it's a shelve filled with witchy products. ]
I'm a very admirable humanitarian.
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[She grabs a few sharpies off the shelf before turning around, clarifying.]
I'm sure there's a lot I don't know about you. But being a humanitarian? That's only true if we're talking about your dietary preferences.
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[ what does she expect of him? that he takes plastic bags everywhere and throws them into the oceans? he's a great human being. ]
And I give back to my community. [ he looks at her pointedly and holds out his hand for her to drop those sharpies into (if she trusts him). ]
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[She looks him down for a minute, before dropping the sharpies in his hand. What is this?]
For real. Why are you here?
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[ considering who bonnie is, she's probably here to save the day. it's predictable, really, and kind of sad.
kol's here to ensure his survival and the survivability of the world he wants to live with davina in. to achieve that, he requires something of an edge against klaus and the ancestors. ]
I want a favour. What better chance do I have than to get it from an all-powerful being who can travel through space and time and pluck us into an alternate reality?
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[She can hardly blame him for seeking out a favor. There was a moment, when she realized the totality of what Michael could do, that she'd been so wholly tempted. But the words had caught in the back of her throat before she could get them out.
Enzo is at peace. If she's sure of anything, she's sure of that. What kind of person would she have to be to drag him back to all the crap that the living world has to offer? With their luck, he'd just be murdered again as soon as he got here.
She stills at the thought. Covers it up, poorly, by turning her attention to a notebook display a few aisles over.]
I get the need for a more compact spell book, but there's something uniquely satisfying about writing in the family grimoire. There's a smell books get after a century or two that you just can't replicate.
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Not to mention, your ancestors wrote in that book once.
[ kol is a history nerd beneath it all. in fact, he's a magic nerd—he admires all witches, even though he has to sometimes kill them to make a point. being a product of an unnatural spell really has put a damper on things. ]
You can learn about magic if you read the right spell books, but there's nothing like learning a spell or two from family. It's almost like they're still with you.
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Your mom was a witch, right?
[Oh. Oh, crap. Don't make her have empathy for Kol, don't make her have empathy for Kol, don't make her have empathy for--]
Kol, did you have magic? Before you were turned?
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I was something of a prodigy. The only one in my family who honestly gave a shit about our magic.
[ he shakes his head, still looking down. he misses it so much. ]
It was cruel what my mother did to us—back then and even now. She knew just how much I loved my magic.
[ and she put him in weak witch kaleb. ]