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[tdm + em] i thought you were my boyfriend

HOW IT WORKS:
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copypasta as per usual
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kyoko okitegami | the memorandum of kyoko okitegami
( a, grocery store )
[ kyoko doesn't actually cook, but she does need to eat, which puts her in the grocery store in the afternoon, picking around for something easy to microwave. the shopping basket hung over her arm is otherwise pretty sparse, mostly occupied by a box of tea and a bag of sugar... and three microwave dinners, just in case. she's somewhat distracted by browsing, but shows a remarkable amount of agility dodging anyone in the lanes. levelly: ] Excuse me.
[ at the end of her trip, she always looks for a cashier, and then, out of nowhere, rolls up the cuff of her oversized sweatshirt to look at her arm, which has writing all over it. she frowns at it, and then she turns to the nearest person. ] Do you have a moment? According to my note, everything here is free. Is that... true? [ there's a glint in her eye. ]
( b, moe moe )
[ kyoko is a private detective in a sleepy neighborhood with no way of escaping. most of the residents are teenagers who want to win a national championship, which doesn't seem to leave much time for crime. which does leave more time for reading!
so it is that a young woman with white hair and a pile of drooping mori-girl clothes hanging off of her body finds herself in a goofy manga cafe reading mystery novels. she reads quickly - her table has a stack of six books in two piles, and she's clearly done with at least two. from time to time she'll get up and walk the aisles, apparently not actually looking for anything, or hunt down an employee to get more coffee.
her attempts not to fall asleep are all for naught, though. halfway through her fourth book, she slumps against the table, sluggishly continuing her reading, and she's out after fifteen pages.
you might want to be careful if you wake her up.
if no one does wake her up, of course, she'll awake on her own and spend five minutes reading the notes on her various limbs (including her thighs, hope you weren't looking!). she's still suspicious as she looks around the shop, and it takes another ten minutes before she creeps out of her table and leaves her books behind.
(she'd liked those books, too... it's kind of a shame she doesn't know that.) ]
c, wildcard )
[ whatever you'd like! kyoko always introduces herself by full name and profession (private detective), and doesn't say anything about her actual past besides explaining her condition, so feel free to let your characters know that already! ]
a - also assumed cr because why not
That's right, you only have to hand it to the register and they'll put everything in grocery bags without any hassle, Okitegami-san. [Whoops slipped just now.] Ah, I don't mean to alarm you, I'm Sugane Tachibana. We met some time before.
excellent
[ she transfers her shopping basket from her elbow to dangle from her fingers, the cuff of her sweater dropping to cover her wrist again, and bows her shoulders enough to be polite. ] I'm afraid I don't remember you, but it seems that you know that already... A free grocery store may be the least confusing thing I've woken up to today.
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It's alright. [It's a bit troublesome, but it's probably worse on Kyoko's end.] Holly Heights is quite a confusing place to explain as a whole, but you've recently been brought here by the Landlord, like most of the citizens here.
We, uh, met recently in the monthly welcome party.
[He still hasn't really get her condition, as if something like mentioning past events would jog her memory just a bit.]
a!
Hmm? I think so! Otherwise I think I would be scolded for stealing food like this!
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that is... a lot of oden in that basket. ] Perhaps more than scolded, miss, it is against the law. [ she smiles. ] Do you like oden?
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[but the mentioning of liking oden quickly get nana distracted as she smiles back.] Yep! I like it best when it's made as odenpan! Have you tried one before? It's reeeeally good!
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b!
...Oops. ] I'm sorry, are you okay? [ He asks, quickly retrieving the books, kind of hoping that didn't wake her up, but he's rational enough to know it sure did. ]
nana kouzuki | god eater 2
[houses? what are houses? ok no, she would at least know what houses are, but she hasn't seen houses THIS fancy. it was either steel walls, under ground, or a massive moving ship back in her home world.
so yeah, there's a girl barely dressed, staring at the houses like it's something foreign to her.] Mister Landlord did say something about a second home, but this is a little too nice...!
[b; grocery store]
[houses are one thing, but a grocery store full of food? that's something nana is never going to get used to. food is something super precious back in her homeworld because of all the monsters eating everything. so nana's frozen standing at the entrance.] W...Whooa...!!
[just how many odenpans would she be able to make with all these ingredients?!?! it's going to be tempting to make...!!] All this food... in one place!! [this girl is not ok]
[c; something else]
[or anything else! she's probably everywhere...]
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[Konami was on her way inside the grocery store before someone decided to stop directly in-front of her and be awe struck! She nearly topples over the girl but manages to catch herself and steadies herself by placing a hand on Nana's shoulders. What the hell is this girl's problem?]
Don't just stop and stand in someone's way! Don't you have any common sense?
[ or manners? Sheesh. Konami lets go of her, hands naturally finding their way to her hips.]
It's like you've never seen food before!
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Oh, sorry! It's just I haven't seen so much food in one place before! Well kinda, but that was when we had a welcome party at a place...
[she gives a small smile, before tilting her head to the side, curious.]
So it's normal for one place to have so much food on display?
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[What a stupid question. Where the hell was this girl from? Konami can't help but let her eyes look her up and down quickly, giving a one over. It really doesn't give her any clues though. She didn't look that different. Maybe a humanoid Neighbor like Yuma? Hmm.]
Do they not have food stores in whatever Neighborhood you're from?
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A
Cat-like girls in skimpy clothing seem to be a thing.]Hello!
[Hajime chimes behind the girl, smiling brightly as she moves to stand next to her and gaze at the homes]
Aren't they nice? They're pretty cozy too especially when you start putting more stuff in them.
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[and then she tilts her head to the side] Putting more stuff in them?
[as if she doesn't know the concept behind decorating interiors of houses...
well she really didn't since there's no luxury for that back at home.]
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[She side steps just enough so that she can turn fully to face the new face and extend her hand.]
You can put lots of things in them! Anything you like! I put of bunch of cute things in mine! You can paint them too! Anything! Anything!
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b
[He seems rather nonchalant about it, maybe a little used to meeting weird people who are new to things he sees as average. It's almost a usual situation for him now, just like how he's running to the store to buy some snacks out of whim.]
You've never seen one before?
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[nana tilts her head, index finger poking at her cheek in confusion, before she shakes her head.]
Nope, we don't have anything like that back at home. There's item stores, the "Yorozuya," but that's about it. And they don't sell food like this either!
[after she answers, nana finally gets a better look at maguro and notices the weird thing hanging from his neck. she peers at it, tilting her head, before pointing at it.]
What's that hanging from your heck?
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[And it might be a little bit irresponsible for him to advertise that rather than the shopping district and the Sasaki family business, but he isn't thinking about that much yet.
He's more curious to the girl's interest in his toy instead.]
This? It's a kendama. It's pretty old school, but it's an interesting toy. ★
[He takes it off from his neck to make a short demonstration, placing the ball to one end before performing a basic trick and moving it to another end.]
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b
It's simply outstanding! I want to bake some apple pies later. Have you decided on what ingredients you require?
[Looking at Nana curiously.]
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[and maybe she can get a slice later!]
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The buns are located over there. [Arianna gestures over to the bread section.]
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flavio | etrian odyssey 2 untold
a. deer oh deer
[It's a normal day, and everyone is minding their own business, but Flavio's business is a little more peculiar than usual. He'd heard that animals occasionally made it into the gated community, and he hadn't thought much of it. Rabbits, they'd said. Squirrels, birds, they'd said. But the animal in his lawn right now is a deer, and for some reason he's not okay with that.
In fact, he's as far away from okay as he can possibly be; he's crouching behind his mailbox and staring at it intently, daring it to move. He looks like he might start panicking any minute, or perhaps he already is? There's a sheen of terror in his eyes, the kind you don't usually expect Bambi to evoke.
The deer, for its part, is completely ignoring him in favor of having a nice grassy snack.]
I could try sneaking around it...no, but if it sees me and charges, I'm dead...why are its antlers so big...
[Big antlers or no, it's definitely not a threat, because it's just a deer. Flavio, however, seems to think otherwise, keeping his eye on it as he shuffles over to the nearest person to drag them into his strategy session.]
You think you're fast enough to outrun this thing? If we go in two different directions, we might be able to confuse it long enough to get away...
b. at least he didn't fall off the yggdrasil
[Flavio's climbed a tree. No particular reason, really; it's been a while since he climbed one for fun. It's a good way of reminding him that he can't stay complacent in this place, too. He's got a much bigger tree to finish climbing at home, one that he has to get back to no matter what, and seeing the world from even ten feet in the air is enough to bring it to the forefront of his mind. It's been stressful adjusting to this place, with all its new technology, but...it's also been fun, in its own way, and he just has to make sure that fun doesn't get in the way of his mission. He spends a single, quiet moment contemplating everything he's left behind, everything he's determined to return to, and then he begins his descent.
A branch beneath his boot abruptly snaps, and he falls the entire ten feet and lands in a heap on the ground.
He just lays there, knowing people saw and not wanting them to say anything. Maybe if he stays like this long enough they'll just ignore this whole thing. Maybe...
...But his pride's already wounded, so why not come and finish it off for him?]
c. somehow these all became embarrassing for him
[Flavio is dying. He knows it. He can't stop sneezing - an adorable, tiny sound, more befitting of an 8-year-old girl than a 19-year-old man - and his eyes are watering. This happened on the Petal Bridge, too, and while he'd made it out of there alive, he can't just walk on out of Holly Heights. He has to find medical attention, and quickly, so he runs up to the nearest available person to ask for directions.]
I'm still - achoo! - learning my way around this place, do you know where I can find - [sniffle] - a doctor? I don't know if I'm contagious, maybe you should - [more sniffling] - come with me, just in case...
[Medicine back home never reached anything resembling the modern day, so he can't really be blamed for not knowing he's got moderate pollen allergies.]
d. wildcard
[If none of the above catch your fancy, make something up and I'll roll with it.]
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It looks delicious. [Her priorities right now are somewhat questionable. The deer just looks like a tasty meal to her! Venison is her favorite.]
Just look at how large it is! Deer should be eaten with asparagus. Can we eat some for dinner, Sir Flavio?
[No. The answer is always no.]
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Do you seriously think the two of us can take it on by ourselves?! We don't even have the old man here to tank the hits for us!
[He's just a squishy survivalist he doesn't have the HP or the defense to take a hit from a deer......#BackRowProblems]
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