Phantasos

[ thirteen year old boy, lost as hell in this weirdass town-- but shit, he isn't gonna show it. you might notice him moving nonchalantly from business door to business door, peering into windows without a word. no expression. nothing. this kid is ice cold. so cool you almost might not be able to handle it. but it's okay. he knows most people can't.

talk to him if you want, but you might have to either be really loud or yank out his earbuds. which one do you think will piss him off more? ]

( ooc: i'm sorry in advance oh my god )

[This was unlike any place she had seen on Alternia. The architecture was foreign, the streets were littered by aliens she had never even heard of and it was bright, far too bright. If she were to say that she wasn't feeling slightly afraid, that would be a lie, but all things considered she was acting fairly calmly.

Panicking would do no good so her best course of action would be to keep calm, and orient herself. Find out what these creatures were, find out if they were hostile, find out where she was, how she had gotten here, and from there how to return.

For now she was walking around, looking at various streets and buildings and sketching out a map in her book. Always helped to be a little more familiar with your surroundings.]

[ this is one troll that is not bothered by appearing in some random location. give him another five minutes and maybe he will be all over again. right now one Sollux Captor is in one of his manic moodswings and painting the town yellow.

actually, he just found the arcade in this strange place. games and more games. games that don't have his initials as the high score. welp. he's looking to change that. most of them are simple enough and there's a great big old smirk on his face as he doesn't even bother using his hands to play.

he's just that cool. ]

[Tucked into a booth in a pleasantly low-lit corner of the comfortable and atmospheric bar, Commissar Ciaphas Cain is pouring himself a glass of amasec. He eyes the matching glass waiting across from him and decides to hold off on pouring until its owner arrives.]

[Thanks to his artificially-enhanced lifespan, Cain still looks nearly the same as he did more than a decade ago. Maybe an extra wrinkle here or there, but nothing more significant than that. He is in uniform, but his hat and greatcoat hang on the booth separator's coat rack, leaving only the basic insignia-bedecked uniform and his sash to indicate he is not a civilian.]

[Cain picks it up and gives it another shuffle to wile away the minutes until his "friend" arrives. Or whatever they might be at this point. It's... complicated.]


[[OOC: Marina-based AU, ~10 years in the future.]]

[Behold: a troll. Feferi's really ---EXCIT-ED excited to be here! Where 'here' was is a good question, but that's okay. It's a new experience.

And so far it's been an interesting one! She'd found herself in a park, far different from the asteroid or Alternia, but in a good, positive way. She'd acquired some undersea pineapple thing from somewhere which gave her the idea of building a ton later to house all of her cuttlefish. But one thing was still pressing on her agenda: find someone to talk to.]

Glub glub...

[And maybe find an ocean while she was at it.]

[Tucked away between two impressively large and boring buildings is a movie theater, complete with an old-fashioned neon sign listing off a historical hodgepodge of featured films--including Gone with the Wind, The Matrix, Back to the Future, CLUE, and Avatar. Venture inside and you'll find a fairly modern lobby, complete with an unattended concession stand and plenty of arcade games.]

[But before you get inside, you'll have to take a gander at the fellow on the sidewalk, munching contentedly on a cone of cotton candy as he sits in his four wheeled device. Should you possess any electronic communication device, a text message will shortly appear on your screen, as this fellow is engaging in an egregious example of texting while eating. The text, regardless of your device's settings, will appear in a charming dark orange.]

hEY, GOT A QUESTION. dO ALL ALIEN MOVIES HAVE SUCH WEIRDLY SHORT TITLES?



((Paraplegic teen-aged alien/troll ahoy! Come say hello~))

[If you're wandering through a certain park and look up, you might spot a girl in a tree. If you look again, you'll likely notice that she has a cat hat and a tail poking out of her trench-coat. ...and then you might stare when you realize that her skin is gray and there are candy-corn-esque horns sticking through holes in her hat.

She, on the other hand, likely won't notice you, because her attention is focused on a flock of pidgeons nearby. She's never hunted them before, so she's trying to decide the best way to pounce~]

[[OOC: Voice-testing! 8D Come play with meee~!]]

[You.

Yes, YOU.

You are in possession of some kind of device. It doesn't matter what it is. Laptop, PDA, cell phone, remote control, digital freaking watch--

If it has a screen, and some kind of keyboard -- or microphone, if you're too lazy to work your stubby, human digits -- you are now getting trolled. Congratulations!]

GC: H3Y
GC: H3Y YOU!
GC: DOWN H3R3!!
GC: DONT 1GNOR3 M3 >:P

[Or do you take the easy way out, and just come across a small girl-like figure tapping away at a portable computer.

And snickering occasionally.]

((ooc: voice testing Terezi Pyrope from Homestuck. If you really really don't want/can't read H3R PR3TTY WORDS, please just comment to that effect -- or just use action. <3 ))

[Hello, Phantasos. You've got mail! And a mail lady to deliver it, incidentally. Even if she doesn't look like a lady to most species, what with her white carapace and spindly limbs and lack of obvious secondary sexual characteristics. Wearing a battered postal worker's hat on top of her sand-encrusted wasteland wanderer outfit, the non-human skitters about with her makeshift mail cart, seeking out those in need of her services.]

[Getting something? Sending something? The Peregrine Mendicant will ensure it gets there! ...Even if she's not sure about some of these addresses. The fact that the street signs seem to change every time she looks at them leaves her scratching her head and blinking.]

Was this not 267th street? Oh dear...


((Voice testing! Sending and receiving mail, gawking, tampering with the mail, distracting her from her duties--all are welcome~))