Spring Test Drive Meme

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SPRING TEST DRIVE MEME
Application FAQ | Taken Characters | Reserves | Application

Welcome to the Current Test Drive for The Revival Project!

This game is a spin-off from the closed The Drift Fleet game. For more information about the game, including more details on the setting, please check out the FAQ here or the premise here.

A thread on the TDM will be required for all applications. Please view the FAQ for information about how this works. Any questions about the game please direct to the comment section of the FAQ as well.

If you are a Drift Fleet alumni bringing your character from the game, please label your character as 'DFAU' on your top level. Also, keep in mind you have complete flexibility on how your character comes here. They could be taken before endgame, after endgame, two years after, one year before, etc. It's up to you! If you want to completely restart your character, they're not considered DFAU anymore and won't need the label.

So go! Explore Agra 10! And, as always, HAVE FUN!

Thread ideas:

Spring in Temba and Sh'Ka

While the snow has disappeared, the glitter it appears to have turned into remains. Small red, pink, white and purple particles, some in the shapes of stars and little hearts (both realistic and stylized) are covering Temba in a sparkling blanket just as the snow had before. Walking through it will send glittering swirls of it into the air to settle back on the ground again gently.

Despite the sparkling cover, young plants have begun to sprout, young green stems peeking out between pink and red and purple.

Sh'Ka, also, has been freed of its more icy coverage. The glitter here is a lot finer and the layer of it covering the overgrown city not nearly as thick as in Temba. Instead, the glittery mist every move brushes up in the air hangs there much longer and seems reluctant, even, to settle back down.

Despite those differences both cities are currently very, very sparkly...

Explore the city Temba!

Here's a map of Temba and a bit more description of some of the buildings here.

Most of the buildings are run down and have clearly been abandoned for years; fortunately, the water treatment center appears to be working, but power is intermittent and unreliable. What used to be stores or places to live in lies in ruins, but there may still be something to scavenge among the rubble. Do you want to risk a swim in the flooded area that has turned into a deep lake that has yet to be fully explored; or does it draw you to some of the more prominent and partially restored buildings, such as the hotel, the hospital or the amphitheater.

If you are lucky, you might even stumble over The Deep End, the bar located on one of the mid-levels of the tower residences in one of the residence towers. Unfortunately no bright neon signs can lead you there, but it does exist.

Visit the spaceships!

That's right, there are currently several small spaceships sitting in the hangar. Not all of them may be around when you check out the building, as one of the pilots may be using one of them to fly over to Sh'Ka. But there should still enough of them around for you to inspect and maybe wonder about. However, only one of them will open its doors for you. Do you dare to step inside? Check out the protein paste or maybe even meet one of your crew mates?

Try the network!

Upon arrival, your character will have on their person a small, handheld communications device. Maybe they know exactly how to use a computer, smartphone, or tablet, and immediately blast out a text or video trying to figure out what's going on. Or maybe they're not so tech-savvy after all, and everyone is about to get a lovely shot right up your character's left nostril.

There be storms...

These power-altering storms keep ravaging parts of the planet every once in a while. No one truly knows where they come from or what to do about them yet, but one of them appears to be approaching. You have the option to find shelter in one of the buildings to wait for it to pass. Unless, of course, you rather feel drawn to investigate.

Should you step inside the storm, or even get lost in it, it will show ghosts of people you know and those you don't. It drains you of any super-human abilities and tries its best to keep you from getting to its origin. Are you going to try anyways? Or are you going to chase the whispers of people from your past? Maybe you will simply find yourself calling for help or stumble across another lost soul in need of assistance.

More information can be found here.

Wildcard!

You're welcome to use any previous test drive scenarios or previous game events as a basis for a thread/situation, or simply make up your own! Keep in mind that you're currently stranded on a planet with only basic necessities, but there is enough food and fresh water. Creature comforts, however, seem to be distinctly lacking. Quite unlike a gathering of potentially dangerous creatures to encounter. The setting is yours to explore and have fun with!

 

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JARVIS | MCU

[firstdefense]

I : ARRIVAL
When the AI woke up, he expected to be in the Avengers Tower. Where he had been the first line of defense, where Ultron had attacked him in his confusion. Thankfully Tony's backups (or maybe that was JARVIS doing that in retrospect) had worked at reinstating the program while the Avengers were off avenging the world and the AI.

So waking up in a world covered in glitter like he had just missed a very sparkly Holi festival was not what he was expecting. And that he was in the MARK XLII. The suit sat up as the eyelights flickered to life and the reactor kept a steady glow.

How strange.

JARVIS always thought it was a metaphor being knocked into next week, or another world. Apparently he was wrong.

Now the suit stands up, flakes of glitter fluttering from the red and gold metal and wafting up with the heavy steps the AI took. At least this way he had a body he supposed.

II : NETWORK
My apologies, but I believe I require assistance. I am JARVIS and I am attempting to locate the Avengers, or at the very least, the Avengers Tower. My scans are showing me 'unknown' when I attempt to scan and puzzle out my location.

I do not believe I have anything to offer as compensation save for my gratitude.

Thank you.

👀 Arrival

[in_extremis]

The unnatural clash of disparate dimensions, the sheer possibility of the different ways the universe had iterated on itself and developed and continued to expand only to be forced into confrontation in this one, isolated city on an abandoned planet, was fantastic. Every being that arrived brought with them a whole new dimension for Tony to touch, and he could only imagine a single instance that this would be terrible:

If that new being was Tony Stark.

His arrival wasn't subtle, a roar of jets echoing through the abandoned buildings as he came arching overhead and pitched down dramatically into the square like he might crash directly into the ground, only to throw up a dazzling swirl of glitter that continued to dance in the blast of his repulsors as he hovered just overhead, both palms aimed at the other Iron Man with an unmistakable, warning whine. He didn't know this suit that had appeared by the fountain, but it was definitely his, or too close for comfort; a convincing replica wouldn't be terribly reassuring. That was an easy step away from his technology in someone else's hands.

"I'm already the best looking guy in town. You're going to have to move along," Iron Man instructed, projected in a modulated, robotic over the constant noise of the suit.

Network

[doubled_speed]

[No fucking way. No fucking way. A Jarvis that wasn't the old man with his superior milkshake powers. And yet associated with the Avengers, and talking like that? Only takes a guy a millisecond to realize this is the famed AI of Stark that Vision had referenced. Maybe even related to the AI that became Vision. Or fathered Vision maybe.]

You ain't in New York no more, Toto. Welcome to Temba, home of tons of weird shit, and some Avengers but probably not ones you'd know.

Network.

[hashtagparkerluck]

[ He's not an Avenger per say but he knows some of them and he does know who JARVIS is so that's not nothing, right? ]

hi! im Peter!

im really sorry to tell you but the Avengers tower isnt here. we're not even in nyc any more and i have no idea how to get back.

Arrivalish

[tyrants_son]

Patrolling seems pointless in such an empty, quiet place as this city, but years of being on the run from the wrath of a Warmind has left him with a healthy paranoia, and Felwinter isn't about to trust any amount of peace and quiet no matter how much things seem to be so. While his shotgun is still in the shop, he at least feels better having a sidearm, tucked under his coat and out of sight. The Exo Hunter had been about as strange as other Exos he'd come across in his travels, but at least he'd also been able to provide ammunition and weapons.

As he crosses the rubble of another derelict building he pauses, helmeted head turning at a glint of red and gold he catches out of the corner of his vision. Not that there isn't enough shimmering red to go around, but this is something different, an Felspring reports as much to him as he turns aside to investigate.

idk if you still want tags for this, but....Network

[thestaremaster]

You're about as far from Avengers Tower as you can get. But there's a few Avengers around. Maybe not the ones you're looking for.

York Stark | Detroit Become Human OC

[buildingitsir]

»»Arrival
There is a lot of glitter around here. Like an explosion of a Valentine's Day parade in the city. Well, if parades were still happening because hard to do anything when there's a revolution about to happen. York's teal eyes scanned the area, mapping out the town square he was in. No set map came up, so nothing of Detroit or New York City came up. Where was he? Maybe somehow during one of his stases, Cyberlife hacked into his programming and wiped his... maps? No. First off, they wouldn't have been able to hack into a Stark Industries android so easily and secondly, there were no usual landmarks that he was familiar with.

What was going on?

Straightening out his beloved hoodie and checking all of his vitals - green across the board, sixty-eight percent power before he'd have to sleep again - York started out from the fountain. A diner. That looked promising. Not that food was something he could partake in - it would mess his systems up bad and it... nope, no bag of spare parts or thirium. If he got hurt out here... well, there wouldn't be a bigger brother to save him this time.


»»Network
hey where the heck is this place
doesn't look like detroit
or nyc
is markus or simon here?
hell even north would be great
someone i know at least?
is this some sort of trick by cyberlife?
good show shitbags, it won't stop the revolution

_{[He doesn't want to mention Jericho in case someone from Cyberlife was... well, watching whatever network this was.]}

Network

[tsundullahan]

I hate to break it to you, but this isn't even Earth. At least I'm assuming you're referring to cities from there. I think I've heard of Detroit. And New York? Are you from America?

You're in the city of Temba, on a planet called Agra 10. It's hard to believe, but there are real spaceships and [She may be shuddering as she types this- aliens from all the sci-fi movies she's watched creep her out, can you blame her?] aliens.

I haven't seen anyone by those names here. Is cyberlife some kind of chat channel?

Network

[thestaremaster]

You're a long way from whatever revolution you were fighting.

Viktor | Arcane

[scienceofthearcane]

Arrival

Viktor didn't remember going to sleep, but that wasn't a surprise. He rarely remembered it if he had passed out at his desk. However he did not recall the lab, or anywhere in Piltover for that matter, being so sparkly. Viktor had come back to consciousness in what looked to be a vacant lot with glittery heart shapes surrounding him. And glitter being glitter it was sticking to his ungloved hand relentlessly. Even when he tried to wipe it off on his slacks.

Hand still sparkly, he hauled himself up to stand and aligned the crutch-cane combination he used under his arm mostly out of habit while he looked around in part-wonder, part-trepidation. He only tried taking a few steps from the spot he had been in originally and just as tentatively used his normal speaking voice, as though he was both hopeful for and dreading an answer.

"Hello?"

Network

As this was already pre-loaded on this device, I am assuming that others can see this. I suppose 'where am I' would be a silly thing to ask, along with 'how do I get back'. So instead I'll start with something simple; why is there so much glitter on everything? The fact it even looks arranged into shapes is disturbing.

Re: Viktor | Arcane

[buildingitsir]

York had started to wander around in an attempt to get an idea where he was, and to work on a map to reference in his system. Wherever he was, definitely wasn't New York City, and definitely wasn't Detroit. There wasn't a Cyberlife Tower anywhere that he could see, either.

...Which would be a plus at this point.

Meant that there was a slim chance of that infamous deviant hunter around, but also that the Jericho androids weren't either. And his family wouldn't be here either.

He hears the call out and follows his own trail back to the starting point. Viktor would see what looked to be a dark haired teenager heading towards him, though York was on the short side. Jeans, nice sneakers, and a NYC hoodie, but the only thing that stood out were a pair of bright teal eyes.

"Look lost standing there like that. I'm guessing you're not from around here either?"

Network

[alphabeticalplans]

The Agrii like to try to keep things lively around here, and sometimes they miss the mark, at least that's what I've heard. Maybe this is a holiday they've heard of?

Antonio Vega | Original Character

[architector]

spring time

He would count his lucky stars later for the blessing of arriving after sunset. He could sense the sun, moving slowly away, a prickling at the else of his awareness that urged his body into action rather than relaxation. A survival instinct, knowing the position of the sun. He would need to find shelter before the turn of this world brought it back around again, but that was hours away. Plenty of time to take in the surroundings and find a place he could fortify and sleep through the day without risking exposure.

Antonio could, instead, turn his attention to his new surroundings, a physical impossibility that his senses of smell and hearing were making a reality. He would also believe senility was drifting into his mind, if vampires fell prey to such afflictions. Instead, he was left with only one answer: his senses were speaking true and this place and all its myriad smells and sounds, existed, possible or not.

After the less than comforting information dump into his mind, he wandered away from the fountain, keen eyes distracted by the glittering reflection of the starlight upon the snow.

No, not snow. He stopped after a moment, crouching to look at the ground covering, eye narrowing in confusion. He reached down a delicate hand, picking up one, single piece of the glittering stuff, holding aloft a rather small but undeniably human heart-shape.

“Glitter?” His voice was soft, and sported a slight accent, making the t’s more pronounced, but it was difficult to pinpoint other than something vaguely western European. He looked around at the ground, brows lowering all the further. “It is all glitter…?”

Senility was sounding more and more welcome.

network

\video\ || after midnight

[Wherever the man is, it’s fairly dark, and his face, and thus the video feed, are illuminated mostly by a single lit candle off to his right. As such, not much of his surroundings are visible, though dust motes seem to drift through the video feed occasionally, and those who are keen of hearing, may hear a slow water drip somewhere that sounds like it’s echoing.

The man on the feed smiles, though, and it’s friendly, though there’s a hawkish glint to his eyes, and they reflect the light like a feline’s at time, depending on how he shifts when he speaks.]

Good evening, everyone. I apologize for the late-night call, but I’m surely not the only newcomer to arrive at odd hours. I’ve secured accommodations for the evening, but if any of you happen to be suffering from insomnia and wouldn’t mind giving a ‘newbie’ [He uses air quotes] a bit of a hand? The…what I assume is a welcome center was…less than informative. To begin, my name is Antonio.

spring

[tsundullahan]

While not necessarily nocturnal, Celty Sturluson was used to operating at night. She was unhindered by the darkness, a shadow in its natural habitat. But this was a lonely city, and she didn't realize how much she could miss crowded streets and the buzz of humans going about their business at any given hour of the day.

No rumble of an engine heralded the coming of her motorcycle, only the faint crunch of tires on the unkempt roads. Not even the light of the moon reflected off of any of its surfaces, only the glitter that got tossed up in its wake, and perhaps stuck in its treads. It was quite annoying, the glitter.

Varos Jenek // OC

[no_w_here]

i. an arrival
Going from a busy city full of buzzing minds and numerous bodies to...this is quite the whiplash. Stone bites into his back but even as he starts to regain consciousness the world to him remains miserably empty. That...can't be right.

The young man sits up suddenly, gasping as he lets panic manage to sink its claws into him, not a feeling he likes to acquaint himself with very much. He swallows, forcing himself to breathe. The crunch of loose gravel under his boots and the splash of- a fountain, it sounds like?- are small enough comforts that he's not lost all his senses. He stretches a hand behind him, feeling the rough edges of the fountain's base, the dust and dirt coating the cracked ground he sits upon. His nose wrinkles under his visor, a shiny thing with a mirrorlike finish that conceals the entirety of his upper face.

"Well all right then..." he says, slowly drawing himself up to stand as he wipes his dirty fingers distastefully on the edge of his travel cloak. He turns towards the sound of the water, moving his feet purposefully until his toe hits the fountain's base again, and he leans against it with searching fingers until he finds the water itself to rinse off the grime from his hands. Something else catches his attention, like a low vibration somewhere in front of him. He raises his head, and then cautiously, a hand towards the orb hanging there in the air.

ii. exploring...?
This. Is the worst. Certainly he remembers his training from when he was a child, Saphra's none-too-gentle ways and long nights spent in old underground places far from any minds that could possibly help him navigate. Because you will never know when your Sight* will fail you, she had hissed in his ear, right before she'd dropped him down an old secondary of an ancient sewage system. He can still laugh about it now, at least. Even though he'd absolutely hated everything about it.

At least there are some people and creatures here in this sad little city. He knows he'd just wear himself out if he pushed the range of his Sight to its limits, so instead he keeps it to a range he's more used to as he carefully makes his way about, like a fisherman who's cast out his net. In the meantime, he hasn't wandered very far from the city square. The thing at the fountain had been both informative and not, and he'd decided not to go near the thing again just in case.

He can smell...coffee? from what must be a tavern or an inn, something with food. Hopefully. He counts his steps as he goes, listens for the faint tells of when he nears a building, puts his hand out to save him from potentially walking headlong into a wall. That would be a terribly embarrassing first impression, but at least if anyone's inside, he'll be able to get a better glimpse of things.

((*Varos is a passive psychic with a bit of influence from Rifts settings or at least that was the setting for the last game I had reworked him for. Born physically blind, his "Sight" is what allows him to see, and he basically does this by gleaning immediate impressions from the minds of those within his range. He does not have the ability to influence minds, and he is not an in-depth mind reader. Essentially he's borrowing other people's eyes to fill in the blanks. I can offer more explanation if you want but I think I'll quit while I'm ahead here cuz this is a looong post!))

exploring…!

[mutedsuspicions]

Coffee tasted weird. Lerith missed the cheap ale at home, along with the tea he would share with Solas. As the mute made his way out of the diner, he spotted a new face. Definitely haven’t seen this person before. Gently spitting the last of the coffee taste out, the mute made his way over.

Paused.

He was moving strangely. As though he couldn’t see well. That would explain the…cloth over his eyes. Not moving from where he stood, Lerith hit his foot on the ground a little to announce his presence. This would be an interesting interaction. The mute now moved, making his footfalls heavier so the man could track him.

How to communicate with him? If he was blind, he wouldn’t be able to see any messages typed, or anything signed. A careful hand went out to touch the stranger’s outstretched one. Spelled out [hello] against the palm.

james rogers ( next avengers AU )

[bastioned]

SHIPS

[ james has been doing the avengers thing long enough now that he just takes for granted that every day is going to throw something new and potentially deadly at him, so he pretty much hits the ground running when he wakes up on another planet. the download was.. weird, but not as weird as most of his life, honestly, and at least this was a helpful sort of weird.

anyway, he has shit to do and the first thing on his list is leaving. no offense to the locals or anything, but he can only deal with one post-apocalyptic world at a time, and his is still in worse shape. so of course it doesn't take him long to find the hangar, and even less time to realize that there's something weird about the whole arrangement.

he turns to the first person he sees coming or going, reaching out with an arm to catch their attention and halt them. in a uniform that's mostly black leather, his red hair and the red, white, and blue shield slung over his back probably stand out like targets. ] Hey, is there some reason we're all sticking around here? I mean, do these ships not have the legs to get out of the system or what?

NETWORK

it's cap. avengers, if you're here, check in.
thanks.

[ ooc: info about james and his AU is located in his journal if you're curious! ]

Ships - Also, I just LOVE James and all his baggage. that's a great comics run. Applause here

[doubled_speed]

[It's not always easy to pick out, much less stop a speedster all up in their business. Good thing Tommy, with a bag of laundry over his shoulder, actually has to physically wait for the damn door to the Twin Roses to open. Which of course means he catches sight of the person approaching.

What he isn't expecting is to see them with that Shield.. In fact, it makes him ignore the other questions and put his bag down.]

Yeah, more important than that, who are you, to be carrying Cap's shield around like it's nothing?

[You know, other than hot as fuck, but whatever, that's not the important thing by any stretch of the imagination.]

Because I've known a lot of people who carried that thing, but none were gingers. Unless Bucky Barnes secretly dyes his hair, which I super doubt. I've seen enough versions of Scruffy around here to not buy that idea at all.

Network/text;

[sinistral]

Call like that might not get the response you want.

Edward Teach/Blackbeard | Our Flag Means Death (Will mark for any spoilers)

[saltnpepperbeard]

All that Glitters

Dressed all in black leather, Ed didn't exactly blend in with the strange surroundings he found himself in. He nudged a toe at the glitter carpeting the ground, head tilting curiously. They looked a bit like sequins, but when he bent to touch them they didn't seem to be made of metal. Scooping up a handful to examine, Ed leaned against a nearby tree, jostling loose a heaping of glitter that now coated him from head to toe, very much dampening the over all threatening look.

He tried to shake them free, and spotting a witness he fixed them with a sharp glare and a finger raised in warning. "...Not a word."

Ships

Having been directed to the ships, Ed looked about the hangar with a curious frown, wonder where exactly things had been miscommunicated. Whatever these were, they weren't ships, and they were thoroughly land locked.

He passed around them, fingers splayed curiously against strange metal as he walked, when suddenly a door open up for him.

Eyes wide, Ed stepped inside, footsteps echoing. "...Fuck off," he muttered in awe.

Network-Voice

[The voice cuts in abruptly, clearly fiddling with the device and not really aware that he's broadcasting-]

-fuck is this, eh? What are you supposed t- why's it doing that?? How did I-?

[And just as suddenly he seems to have closed it. His accent sounds surprising similar to that of Omega and Echo.]

Gliiiiiitter

[buildingitsir]

He hated glitter. York knew it was a small risk getting that shit in his system, but… it made for good ammunition for projects. And projectiles. So the android had left his safe factory with a large bottle that he had been working the sparkly crap into when he spotted someone new by a tree.

He watched silently, fixing the man with a quick scanning gaze before—

York let out an amused snort at the heap covering the man like a blanket. The snort turned into a dismissive laugh. "Not a word or what? Gonna throw some of that sparkly shit at me? Oh man I am legit terrified. Never seen glitter before? Good luck getting that fucking shit out of your hair, Beardo the Weirdo."

Ships

[ziedrich_bearer]

Wow, talk about the worst way to meet a person. Gladio heard the words and popped his head out of the dorms space and raised an eyebrow.

"Dude, I didn't even do anything."

Glitter

[beholding_archivist]

This witness may not be one of impressive statue, but he doesn't appear intimidated by the glare either and holds the look easily.

At least until he pointedly looks up into the tree the stranger is leaning against and nods upwards to indicate something. "Don't jump. She's just curious." And that's all the warning the pirate gets before the light, winged body of a winged cat lands on his shoulder and a pair of wide eyes turn to look the bearded man in the face.

STEVEN GRANT/MARC SPECTOR | MCU | Possible Spoilers Up To Ep 4

[notsuitedforthis]

A. Wide Awake (Arrival)

Steven screamed.

It was a bad idea, screaming underwater. But he did, immediately regretting the action and nearly suffocating had he not pulled his head out of the fountain at that very moment. Water splattered all over place, dripping off of wet curls, down his face. The air returned to his lungs as he breathed heavily, wide-eyed and shocked by the sudden change of scenery.

The more he looked, the more he stammered, touching the soaked part of his jacket while muttering to himself in a high-pitched whine. "Oh nononono, no, this isn't- what's going on this time?"

B. Like a B-Movie (Spaceship)

"Wooow." The man was both unsure and somewhat delighted by the fact he was standing inside one of the ships, keeping his hands to himself as he bobbed in an awkward circular motion to take everything in. "It's kind of like stepping onto a movie set, innit? Except it's all real..."

The further he stepped in, the more he noticed some of the surfaces were reflective. He tried not to look at them, preoccupying himself with the available fixtures that were aboard.

"It's like they thought of everything," he thought aloud, accent and all. "Better furnished than my own apartment, that's for sure."

C. = Network =

-Um. Hold on there-

[The device shifts, and there's a partial view of a man who looks like he can use a few more hours of sleep. But once he sees it's working, he waves.]

Hello~ everyone and anyone if they are seeing this? I am Steven Grant and...I come in peace. [His brow furrows, stage whispering as he looks off-screen.] Shut- I know what I'm doing, mate, I've got this! Now go away-

[Clearing his throat, his attention returns to the device.]

Anyway. I need, ah, a little help? Just to cover all my bases, make sure I'm up to date and all that. Thank you...

A for now

[knightlyperformance]

The reflection in the gently rippling waters of the fountain was equally wet and scowling, although that was more or less to hide the growing anxiety that Steven was most definitely not helping.

"Steven, what the hell did you do?" he hissed, throwing a cautious look around. Maybe it was a bit much, pushing the blame on him, and by the sound of it... No. No, that wasn't very comforting at all either. Okay, different approach.

"Hey. Hey! Get a grip, just... Just think. Retrace our steps..."

Wanda Maximoff — Marvel Comics 616

[hexfactor]

01. ARRIVAL

If there's someone accustomed to the multiverse, winding up in places and you don't exactly know how you got there, weird alien worlds, it's an Avenger. This one is one by the name of Wanda Maximoff, recently from Pretender-to-Redeemer on Krakoa.

While she appreciates the map on her new communication device, there's nothing like getting a better view to get her bearings — so with a blast of scarlet magic, she floats herself up in the air to see what's what. Maybe she'll even see someone else with flight powers up here; if not, expect to see her land on top of a building or two when she stops for a break.

Also on the rooftops? Don't mind the explosions of scarlet magic around her; she's just trying to teleport home, to no avail.

Eventually, however, she'll return to the ground and start walking around the land she's just seen from above when she sees that isn't going to work out for her.

02. NETWORK

[ She keeps her first post to text, just because she's not sure how ready she is for a video post. ]

I have a question, mostly for other magic users who may be here: Is it just me, or is anyone else's magic not letting them return home? I'm an experienced witch, but I seem to find myself needing to know what this place does to magic for those who have it. Thank you in advance.

(And for introductions sake: Hello, my name is Wanda.)

03. WILDCARD

toss a thing in & I'll go with it; or if you're more comfortable checking in/plotting beforehand, I'm on plurk polarisation or PM.

Arrival

[doubled_speed]

There aren't many things that send Tommy out investigating these days. Too much to be done in passing the time and keeping busy. But hey, who isn't going to chase colorful lights in the sky? Is it the most intelligent thing to do? Nope.

Is it the most stupidly hopeful thing to do? Yep.

But red in the air over one of his favorite perches to hide on means Tommy invariably comes looking. Takes some doing to get up there, always does, but he manages to make it to the roof and there he freezes.

Not just red. That red. This red. Her red.

A Wanda Maximoff.

"Hey," he says, offering a small wave.