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Test Drive


TEST DRIVE 001


-TDM threads can be considered game canon if players involved agree & if it suits any roles you may decide to choose for the current plot.
-Any reserving player that does not submit an app by Saturday morning will be subject to challenging applicants.
-Participation in the Test Drive is worth a flat 10 points per month rather than per thread, and you must have a minimum of 5 comments in that month to qualify for it.
-This TDM is good for the duration of the Mist setting. A new TDM will go up before the next setting.

The NETWORK for this setting is a voice-only walkie talkie system that can be used to communicate between all locations. The default channel will be open to all walkie talkies, but characters can change to an unused channel for private conversation.
of note: There seems to be something strange about these walkie talkies, in that there is no static. The quality is disturbingly crystal clear, like the person you're speaking to is right next to you instead of miles away.

CONTENT WARNING: Some prompts contain gore, character death, and substance abuse.

Reserves will open on Saturday, September 8 until Saturday, September 15
Applications will open Saturday, September 15 until Saturday, September 22


General Prompts



The lights above you are a blindingly, pristine white. The walls around you curve up into the ceiling like the inside of an MRI machine. Your hands, feet, and midsection are strapped to a clinical table, and minutes seem to tick by, with no clear course for escape presenting itself to you.

The curved white space above you flickers with color, and a perfect square like a television screen expands before your eyes. It pans over what appears to be a town, something small and simply populated.

“Hello, and welcome to your first setting,” a neutrally cadenced feminine sounding voice begins, riding the line between human and machine. As she speaks, captions of the text type themselves in neat and perfect Arial font. “The location is loosely based off Bridgton, Maine, United States of America, Earth. The year is 2007. You have been selected to participate. Obedience ensures an enjoyable and immersive experience for our audience. If you have been granted a role, instructions will follow. Do not talk about the role. Do not attempt disobedience. If you have not been granted a role, your objective for this round is simple: survive.”

After that, the shackles may release promptly and allow your character to roam free. Or perhaps not — perhaps they've been given a role to play, and if so, further instructions will play out upon the screen. Once suitably briefed, characters will be released to their own devices. Beware the mist.

CHECK OUT THE CURRENT SETTING PAGE FOR DETAILS ABOUT THE LOCATION.

learn from the mistakes of others


A pair of unperturbed mall inhabitants decide to chance the mist. They're the first of a handful to trickle out the front doors, and they seem to get by just fine. About a minute ticks by, and they disappear completely into the dense fog that presses in from every direction. It's so anticlimactic that for a moment it almost seems stupid to feel uncomfortable by the sight of it.

Until precisely one half of a body is hurled abruptly and with great force from an indeterminate point in the obscurity. It's not a top half or a bottom half; no, it's a cleanly sliced left half, head to toe as though a neat line were cut down the middle. It slams into the transparent glass doors and crumples before them, still and obviously unmoving, slowly leaking.

After a few seconds, a dark tendril of something reaches out, curls around the jutting left ankle, and drags it with painstaking slowness back into the fog.

At least the rest of them probably made it, right?

Right?

Hopefully you weren't one of the others to follow their lead. If you were, that dark shape seems to be closing in awfully quick.

eff this, let's bounce


A pair of car keys can be found discarded or perhaps dropped in their owners' haste. Braving the mist when it's at its lightest and pressing the key fob will cause a car to beep politely, flashing lights to indicate its location in the fog. Take anyone willing to go with you and pile in. Try to get the hell out of dodge!

An excellent idea....

Within five miles of the car's journey the battery will die and the engine will stall. Consider yourselves effectively stranded and with no one but yourselves to blame. Perhaps help will come if you wait long enough? Hours, surely no more than a few days... Maybe you should consider braving the fog to get back? Five miles can feel like a hundred in conditions like these.

Either way, it seems like you're trapped in the car for about as long as R. Kelly got trapped in the closet during that one unfortunate CD.

radio chatter


Characters in the library and the church will be able to communicate via walkie talkie radio chatter immediately! Characters in the mall will not have this ability until later in the month, so any network style threads with a mall character will take place during Week Two of the October plot or later, after most people have already been fully introduced to the setting and given time to adapt.

Roles

Employee of the Month (Multiple)

Some characters will be printed wearing a designated kiosk uniform, their name sloppily stickered in slightly crooked letters onto a Dippin' Dots badge, or whatever store they may happen to be assigned to. The cool voice that introduces them to the mist will carry on to tell them that they'll be playing employee # _____ in this month's immersive experience. Their motivations and objectives are simple: go to work.

Except the role seems to be bugged, because they can never not go to work. If they leave the five or six foot radius of their designated post they'll begin to experience consequences, which worsen in severity based on distance and duration. The role doesn't end at mall closing, it doesn't end on Saturdays, it simply doesn't end. Hopefully next month's code push will have a bug fix; we apologize for the inconvenience.

(If choosing to keep these threads as game canon, the role will wear off within the first in-game week)

Aggravated Assault

Congratulations, participant! You will be playing the role of a CONVICTED FELON having recently been released on parole. Your motivation for this month's immersive experience is frustration. Having undergone hard time, you'll find that we have increased your aggression and temper characteristics, and lowered your inhibitions. Your objective is to find and begin an altercation with Snuff the Rooster, who will be playing the role of the person who turned you in, NARK. Your altercation must take place in a public space with witnesses, and may not stop until Snuff the Rooster is unconscious, evicted from the mall, or someone intervenes.

Thank you for your participation!

Consequences for not completing the objective in this role can be moderate to severe.

Snuff the Rooster

Congratulations, participant! You will be playing the role of NARK. Formerly a close friend and ally of CONVICTED FELON from Aggravated Assault, you were quick to roll on them during police questioning in exchange for your freedom. Your motivation is to turn over a new leaf, and get your shit together. Your objective is to survive the altercation.

Thank you for your participation!

The Lovers (Duo Role)


Congratulations, participant! You will be playing one half of a partnership role! Please seek out (character 2). Your motivation this round is love, and the need to protect your partner from threats both inside and outside of the mall. Your objectives is to greet your lover with a kiss and place them above all others. Do not act like strangers.
Consequences for not completing the objective in this role or failing to present a convincing couple can be mild to moderate.

Pathological

Congratulations, participant! You will be playing a background character in our current setting. Your motivation is to tell lies; at least one third of what you say must be unarguably untrue. Your objective is to keep these lies from being discovered as false.
Consequences for not complying with this role can vary from mild to severe, with the compulsion to tell larger and larger lies growing as time goes on.

Scared Speechless

Congratulations, participant! You will be playing a background character in our current setting. You may choose one person, stranger or otherwise. This is the only person you may communicate with, either verbally or through writing.
Consequences for not complying with this role are severe.

Glitches


potency error

Someone seems to have miscalculated the relative strength of intoxicants; all inhibition-altering substances seem to have been cranked up to eleven. One shot has the strength of three, though the taste seems to stay exactly the same. One or two drinks will quickly creep up on you. One of the joints found discarded in the bathroom trashcans will easily green you out. God forbid you've got anything stronger.

greatest movie of all time

Settling in to the relatively nice theater found at the far end of the mall is a decent way to make the time go by. The projectors are automated, and there are six different theaters that show flicks at scheduled times.

Except that every single one of them is showing Spider-Man 3. Every single one, every single showing, no matter what is advertised, becomes Spider-Man 3. That's how you know this is a horror game. Hope you didn't wander in by mistake because the doors will shut behind you and leave you to watch the entire showing. Please keep your feet off of the seats.

please replace toner cartridge

It seems there was an error in printing someone this first time around; everything came through but the visuals somehow. Your character is flesh and blood, fully formed, wearing tangible clothes even, but are completely invisible. Donning additional clothing causes it to clip out and then promptly disappear. Taking clothes off will cause them to reappear. Hopefully this gets fixed in the next lite patch.

(If choosing to keep these threads as game canon, the glitch will wear off within the first in-game week)

code bases by tricklet
yorozuya: (pic#9293886)

[personal profile] yorozuya 2018-08-19 05:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[Gintoki makes contact with a shoulder that felt a little too familiar in his grasp. His gaze follows the connection to find a silhouette that causes his stomach to churn and drop. It takes discipline not to grimace, and his grip loosens to allow the other to slip from his hold.

...

Wait.

But lying to Takasugi would prove the easiest way to fill his role. There is no way he could let this guy weasel away when he finally could be useful instead of just some annoying screentime gobbler.

So he quickly steps forward.]


Nah, nah. Remember when I taught you what hole you needed to be looking for? Or maybe when you couldn't draw a map to save your life? Now look where you are. You're welcome, y'know. So go grab me some sake.

[And he's grabbing at Takasugi again. He noticed that the other had stared for longer than he had in years. A moment of weakness? He was going to tap into his natural opportunist soul and attempt some sort of breach.]
lightsped: (003)

no uuuuu <3

[personal profile] lightsped 2018-08-19 05:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Then they were never here. There's a bit of relief on her end, knowing that it's more of a general "I don't know where Chewie and the Falcon are" and not in the fault of the strange ways of this place. ]

Then I will remain vigilant and on the lookout for them. [ A pause- and Amilyn has to thank to the stars that Leia isn't here to deal with whatever form of emotional whiplash this would cause her. (Then again, she would handle it with the same grace she always does...) ]

Where are you? I'll come find you.
mightyboy: (frustrated tears)

[personal profile] mightyboy 2018-08-19 05:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[The words sting, but Izuku knows they're true. It's the whole reason that he hadn't run off already--that he hadn't gone past the fifteen steps threshold to see if his arm would truly break if he got too far from his posting. Hadn't he been told before that he wouldn't be of any use if he kept breaking himself on the first rescue?]

I mean, I don't know if my arm will actually break... [There's no force behind those words, knowing them to be as fake as they feel. His gaze has dropped, subconsciously flexing his right hand.]

I just...I want to go out and help! It's hard being stuck here not able to move! [Tears of frustration build in the corner of his eyes--what kind of hero was he, stuck in the middle of a mall?] I don't even have any useful information to give because most of the people who pass by aren't even people!
Edited 2018-08-19 17:22 (UTC)
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[personal profile] yorozuya 2018-08-19 05:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[Gintoki finally seems to have gotten his fill from the enticing little candies. He finally steps away, pivots to face the kid now as he pops another few beans into his mouth. He chomps down on them, and reaches up to idly scratch at his face.]

Most of the shopkeepers are like this. Like NPCs from DragonQuest. They walk around and live their lives and give you a couple lines of dialogue over and over again... but that's about in on their depth.

So they aren't functioning like we do in this place. Guess it means we're more important "characters" to the plac...

[Ow. Pain blossoms up the side of his face and wracks his thoughts. He sucks in a breath between his teeth.

The... hell was that?! A violation of the rules? Of his role? Damn if he knew... How annoying.]
shikomizue: (pic#9306734)

supplies

[personal profile] shikomizue 2018-08-19 05:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[The cascading metal shelves and distant, industrial ceiling are a far cry from a swordsmith's workshop. But, as with the selection, aesthetics are a luxury they don't possess. With a machete already slung over his back, and a boot knife stowed away, Takasugi lingers to peruse the filet knives.

A small section of an aisle mostly filled with pocket knives.

This isn't a camping trip.

The appeal in the filet knives are the sheathes - they'd be less troublesome to carry around than the bare knife wrapped in fabric tucked into his boot.

He's been loitering long enough for a thin shroud of smoke to hang over the shelves. The electronic device in his mouth doesn't compare to his pipe, but it's something to grind his teeth against. Something to taste, and overwhelm the sterile scent of rubber and cleaner that pervades the store.

A mist of his own, rising in plumes from his mouth - that there's a finite supply of fluid to smoke doesn't slow his inhales.

Company comes not as a surprise, but not wholly welcome. All the weapons available, and this kid chooses a pocket knife.]
What are you going to do with that? [And a cart full of shit - a tent, most noticeably.

What's next, yams to roast over the fire?]
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[personal profile] yorozuya 2018-08-19 05:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[The man stands next to the woman, holding out his hand in an offering to help her back to her feet. His head tilts to the side as he look outside once more. The mist billows like smoke, swirling and rising... and yet it doesn't dissipate. He didn't quite remember it being so thick the last time he'd looked outside...

Was it getting worse?]


We got better luck fortifying in here than running straight into their jaws tho, y'know? [The albino's brows raise for a second and he offers the woman a shrug.] Ya really think a gun is gonna do much against whatever is out there? ... Though I think I saw a store with some hunting stuff. Maybe that's your best bet?
shipyards: (s m i r k)

<3<3<3

[personal profile] shipyards 2018-08-19 05:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Ugh, thanks. [Beat.] Who are you again? [Vice Admiral somebody or other, he gets. But she knows him, and Chewy and The Falcon. But he doesn't know her.]

In the mall. I wouldn't suggest going out in the mist if you can avoid it.
mightyboy: (watch out)

[personal profile] mightyboy 2018-08-19 05:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[He was so engrossed in his thoughts and so used to the majority of the people passing by him to be nothing more than AI that the blonde's appearance slips completely by him. Izuku jolts as he's touched, looking to see who had grabbed him and--

--the color drains from his face.]


You--! [He tries to pull away, hissing as his joints protest after all the abuse he just put them through testing his limits.] What are you doing here? How did you get here?

[Probably the same way as he did, but Izuku never expected to find villains in this strange place as well.]
relieable: (maybe lay off the guinness next time)

[personal profile] relieable 2018-08-19 05:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[they arrive at the car and Osomatsu opens up the doors with the click of a button. he considers her suggestion, then decides he agrees with her. she seems really smart!]

We can do that, sure.

[he climbs into the driver's seat and his eyes widen at the sight of the steering wheel. ah, this is it! he's finally going to drive for the first time in his life! he's SO EXCITED]
relieable: (i'd rather shit a knife)

PEARL! claps

[personal profile] relieable 2018-08-19 05:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[oh. that loud thunk causes Osomatsu to jump. what the heck?]

H-huh? [he sounds surprised, because he wasn't expecting someone to ask him anything like that] Uh, so--, --n't do tha--! I'm --t a sim-- --!

[he keeps cutting out due to Pearl's pressing the button repeatedly. does she even know how to use a walkie-talkie?]
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[personal profile] lightsped 2018-08-19 06:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ... Right. She clears her throat and speaks clearer this time, though there's no interference from these outdated communication systems. ] Amilyn Holdo.

[ He's in the mall, that's good- though how she hadn't seen him yet was another question entirely. ]

Thank the stars, I am as well. [ She's already barely managed to escape an expedition gone wrong out in the mist. ] I'm patrolling the second floor as we speak.
relieable: (he called his prostate his boner button)

[personal profile] relieable 2018-08-19 06:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[a direct hit! Osomatsu watches as the man falls into a heap, then sighs. he's conquered the... whatever this guy is.

though, after a moment of really looking at him, he realizes that the bleeding man might have been a man, and not some ghost or spooky monster, or something]


...

[he nudges Gintoki with his toe]
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[personal profile] myorders 2018-08-19 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Well done, they're actually listening to you. Now, perhaps we can actually get somewhere.

[ She smiles when he bows. At least he's polite. That earns him quite a few additional respect points in her book. ]

Inasa, then. Pleasure to meet you. I'm Peggy Carter.
shipyards: (b r o w s)

[personal profile] shipyards 2018-08-19 06:14 pm (UTC)(link)
You know me though. [It isn't a question. She's too familiar, and Han is good at knowing how people work.]

First floor, sports store. Some of us are holed up here.
myorders: (054)

[personal profile] myorders 2018-08-19 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes, Peggy was aware that her story had quite a few holes in it, but unless pressed, she was not about to divulge any further information. And even if she was pressed, well, she was rather good at dodging.

"Diana. I'd say it was a pleasure to meet you, but under these circumstances, you'll forgive me if I don't." They weren't really all that bad, but this was not a walk in the park either. Peggy's eyebrows drew together in mild concern when she noticed that Diana appeared a little bit upset. "Is everything alright? A silly question, to be sure, when so much about this is not alright, but- Is there something wrong with your hand?"
righteously: ([body] hands on hips)

[personal profile] righteously 2018-08-19 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, today's my lucky day," He agrees flatly, a nice ringing do you see this fucking place hanging in the implication. it is not, however, an outright deviance from his assigned role so he doesn't get, like, the runs or asthma as a result. Thank god, too, because anyone expecting Dean Winchester to get through something like this without a running smartass commentary is asking entirely too much of him.

He lets her take the lead, because that I need a drink urge isn't going away any time soon.
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[personal profile] myorders 2018-08-19 06:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Mind you, that was only a suggestion. If you have other plans, I'm all ears.

[ Cooperation is key here, or so it would seem, and despite Peggy's tendency to swoop in and take charge, it isn't always necessary. ]
nonstopnarcissist: IM2 (Apparitions gone awry)

Tony Stark | MCU | OTA

[personal profile] nonstopnarcissist 2018-08-19 06:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Learn from the Mistakes of Others

"So this is all very terrible." Horrific, really. Even without the MRI kidnapping machine of nightmares and very pleasant but not really silicone sally explaining everything to the best of her ability- which is pretty new, let him tell you- Tony can't quite shake the feeling he's seen this horror movie. Or read it. Or- something, the rough shape of what's happening only tells him that out there? Everyone is fucked. Every last person that tries to walk too far will probably get their dumb ass killed and he's got no armor, no suit, no way of contacting anyone outside the mall and a visceral reminder as to what a person's insides look like.

He's.

Not about that, not in the slightest, already backing away from the glass doors because- yeah. No? No. That way lies madness. So- it's round two of 'who are you without the armor' and the answer is- he's finding a fucking electronics store asap. After he tries to find a way to rig an emergency lock on at least the automatic sliding doors if nothing else, keep other dumbasses from wandering out and dying. Don't mind him, hopped up on a chair he dragged over, trying to shut off the sensor. Maybe keep anything from the other side from trying to get in wouldn't be a terrible idea.


Potency Error
Step one might've meant to be 'find an electronics store' but there's a restaurant with a bar on hand, loading up with a fortifying glass or two of scotch doesn't seem like the shittiest idea. Just. All of this on top of what was happening back home with Extremis? Not something he wanted to deal with. But one glass. One glass and he'll be good to work.

Or two, still, he's a functioning alcoholic that knows how much is safe before he tries to find a blowtorch and start building shit.

Which makes it fucking weird when halfway through his second he feels not just a release in tension, but a steady fucking buzz going that he shouldn't feel till glass five or six. What the-

Not enough to keep him from finishing. Not enough to keep him from tipping (and tipping well) before wandering the mall searching for- what? Right. Electronics. He's got this. Just- as soon as he finds the damn electronics store. Department. Things. There's bound to be a Sears or some shit at least, right? Something with a garage if he's real fucking lucky. Excuse him while he stands too still, very consciously trying to blink past the bleariness of his eyes as he stares at the mall directory.


The Lovers
Find someone, convince people you're a couple, protect them. Easy, right? Simple. Really, really fucking simple but in his tipsy (slightly drunken) wanderings it conflicts with his bone deep need to find a way to build a means of protection. Not having the easiest time finding the damn hardware store or anything also puts a wrinkle in the plan; how can he protect someone if he doesn't even have the suitcase armor? Or a tazer? His fucking Technological Empire for a tazer. Or a retractable baton. Or even a gun, fuck it, he'll take whatever he can get. His natural state of always fucking aching doesn't clue him into the fact that there are consequences at hand for not actively seeking out his partner just yet until the burn around the reactor hits 'oh god I'm dying from palladium again' levels of agony. Which- not fun sober, even worse drunk.

Once on this wild ride was more than enough can he please get off?

So he's in a bit of a rough state, hand rubbing at his chest, eyes flicking through the crowd until he finds the person that he's meant to be with and, okay, never let it be said he can't do something for the sake of appearances. Its a patented PR smile and quick peck, light and relatively impersonal, like greeting an old friend more than someone he'd die for and that? That seems to be enough to get the pain to stop.

"There you are, I've been worried sick." Or just sick. That too, is also a thing.


Wildcard!
PM or hit me up @ [plurk.com profile] thesouthernbelle or just hit me!
righteously: ([pos] charming)

[personal profile] righteously 2018-08-19 06:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, wouldn't be the first time," He answers back absently, studying the curve of the blade for sharpness and balance. Doesn't take his eyes off of it to answer, not just yet, he's too busy turning the thing in his hand. Giving it sort of a swing and a spin.

It'll do.

Once he's satisfied with it, he drops his eyes and skims them over to her and.

Oh, hello. Despite the circumstances, he manages to muster up a quick pleasant smile at her. Greets her with a chipper-sounding, "Howdy."
relieable: of sleeping or throwing up (it doesn't fit in my schedule)

[personal profile] relieable 2018-08-19 06:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[if she wants to take charge, that's fine! Osomatsu is also used to leading. but in situations like this, he'd much prefer to be following someone who knows better. because he's a wimp]

I was just planning on driving away from the fog, maybe see about gettin' home somehow.

[he pauses for a moment, wondering what to do. ah, right. the key goes into the ignition. so he shoves it in, turns on the car. it rumbles to life, and it looks like there's enough gas in here to get them going for a while! score]
noblebeast: Coloring <user name=dicennio site=tumblr.com> (Teen: I'm blowing your face off)

[personal profile] noblebeast 2018-08-19 06:30 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm at the mall too, asswipe and I've already dumped supplies on people because unlike some of us, I'm actually gathering intel instead of playing house on the radio.
righteously: (⁸ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴏɪsᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏɴғᴜsɪᴏɴ)

[personal profile] righteously 2018-08-19 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)
He probably does look like something of a character with a shotgun in one hand and a machete in the other- especially if that character is Ash Williams. Actually, now that he thinks about it- chainsaw-. No, no, that's ridiculous, terrible idea, that's... hmm.

He shakes off the thought in favor of dropping his eyes to the keys in her hand, to the gentle flashes of light in the glass behind her, and a single eyebrow arches up high.

"Well, if that ain't a sight for sore eyes I don't know what is," he agrees with with a nod and a shift. Consider him firmly on board, except- he pins her with a look, a little cock to the head, a little scrutiny. "You sure you wanna wander out there, sweetheart? You saw that thing throw half a body earlier, right?"

He is not, by the way, asking because she's a chick. He's asking because she looks like a normal damn human with a reasonable head on her shoulders and the standard desire to live. He meets none of the above criteria.
mightyboy: (man...)

[personal profile] mightyboy 2018-08-19 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[The curse of being a salesman still remains.

This woman didn't even look at him! She seemed to be wrapped up in her thoughts (relatable), but Izuku was too desperate to not be a little more forceful in his approach. He walks closer to her--right up to is five-step threshold--and raises his arms in a kind-of peace offering.]


No! No, I mean--I'm not trying to sell you anything! I just wanted to ask you about this place! About the things you've seen around the mall! [He rubs his hands a bit nervously.] I can't leave this kiosk, so I'm trying to get information from people to figure out what we need to do from here on out.
righteously: (⁸ Tʜᴏᴜɢʜ ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇs ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴇᴇ)

[personal profile] righteously 2018-08-19 06:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Don't you give him that look Wrinklebrow McFuckboy, okay, he's not in charge of this situation and he's more than a little salty he somehow managed to become the token gay pairing instead of getting- you know- Jessica Rabbit or something. He expresses as much with an equally pissy look he levels on Blake, totally unphased by his ire and his narrowed eyes.

He's not, however, immune to the shoving. He stumbles back a step and then cocks his jaw like you mother f- before he can reign it in. Great, so it's gonna be like this huh?

"Out with your sister, dear, you're putting on weight," He answers back flatly, deadpan, and within a second he's coughing like he sucked something down the wrong pipe. He swivels away, shoulders hunched, hacking up- maybe a literal lung judging by the spattering of blood that leaves his lips and stains his gums.

So, yeah, okay, maybe that's not... exactly meeting the qualification of lover is it?
flowerclip: Maybe I'm actually dying. (Maybe I'm not hungover.)

[personal profile] flowerclip 2018-08-19 06:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[She's following along pretty well with this, trying to paint a picture in her head of all the different people. 'Pads on her fingers for her quirk' gets an odd, albeit amused look again. Maybe it's just... something lost in translation, or a joke she's not understanding or... something?

But okay, Iida. Undercut with glasses. Exhaust...pipes... on calves....

And that's about where Petunia stops listening fully, expression baffled. Was that a joke? She looks around a moment as if expecting to see someone else near-by laughing or something. He finishes talking, but she holds her hand up in a 'stop' gesture anyhow
]

H-hold on, did you say exhaust pipes?