Wendy, from the game Don't Starve. PG for now; possible discussion of death and suicide.

[darkanddreamless]

"A deal with the devil... I should have known."

In an expanse of wilderness that seems vast, almost endless, sits a young girl. Though she can't be more than perhaps 13 years old, there seems to be a great and heavy sadness surrounding her. Cradled protectively in her small, white hands is a pale lotus flower, its petals closed.

"Abigail... are you there? Can you hear me...?"

She calls to someone who doesn't seem to be there. It's very nearly ironic, considering she seems entirely unaware of the presence of the very real and physically manifested person approaching her...

[A NOTE: though the OP is prose, if you'd like to reply with brackets, feel free. I'm up for either.]

Echo | Dollhouse - Multiple choice! (canon point is during s2e7)

[just_echoes]

(A)

You are a client of the Dollhouse and you've chosen Echo to be your own personal... what? Student? Date? Maid? Rocket scientist? All of the above? You choose the "fantasy" and Echo will be it.

(B)

You work FOR the Dollhouse as a handler or one of the oh so kind staff members who work hard to make sure the Actives stay as healthy and content as always. Or maybe you're another Active. Echo is between engagements for the moment but she seems to be acting a little differently than normal. She seems more aware. She's saying things the other Actives don't understand. What do you do?

(C)

Echo enjoyed being free - both mentally and physically. Her mind may be crowded but at least she was aware of it. It was a significant improvement on the wiped state she'd been living in before the changes started. She took a deep breath of fresh air, determined to enjoy one of her last days of peace before they returned to the Dollhouse. They had a lot of work to do but that didn't mean she wasn't going to enjoy life a little.

She stopped at a local florist, leaning down to give the roses a sniff. Smiling, she touched the petals with her fingertips for a moment before straightening to continue down the sidewalk. Unfortunately she'd let herself get so distracted by the flowers that she got careless. When she turned she ran right into someone walking behind her.

She fumbled, trying to hold onto them to keep them both upright. With a laugh she smiled sheepishly, "I'm sorry, I didn't see you there."

[CW: NSFW Scenario] i may be bad but i'm perfectly good at it

[eskalated]

[A]
Eska couldn't be called one for much of what was thought of as the typical female hobbies. Her clothing was chiefly in the style traditional to the Water Tribes and she had no taste for seeking out other outfits. Her own was sufficient for her needs and displayed rank well enough so why should she? Shoes bore the same conclusion as clothing. Jewelry brought her some minor pleasure but given training, wearing much in the way of baubles was useless. One must be free to 'flow like water' and so it was the same with her. Food was food and one could only eat so much.

Thus marketplaces tended to hold little pleasure for the apathetic young woman. Today though was apparently a day of distractions and one would find Eska lingering before a store front window in thought. What was she looking at precisely?

[B]
"Guard to your left! You're too open!"

Eska's words are quick and clipped, flung out sharply as she moves into her next stance. Thought this moment was simply practice, a glance at the woman could find that she held this fight as serious as any other. Her eyes are icier, her expression firm and resolute. If she were simply playing around it would be one thing but now she's obviously trying to test her opponent's limits.

"You're too slow!" At that a tendril of water snapped in the air dangerously close to the other person, sharp enough to be more a whip than a mere flow of suspended water.

Eska is a rather brutal training partner.

[C]
[OOC: Feel free to pick your own scenario. Please stick to prose. :3]

[D]
( NSFW; Domination; )

Generic Jamjar - choose your own adventure!

[curryparty]

[Game Start!]

[You know how it goes. Everyone wakes up to find themselves trapped in some new location, with only vague details of the hows and whys. After a day or two the initial shock wears off, but few have really gotten their feet under them as of yet. Apparently there are strange events that may happen from time to time, but so far no one's been witness to any - an air of uncertainty clouds the newcomers.

Not that you'd be able to tell by this kid's wide grin.]

Hey, hey! Yes, you there! Wait up!

[He's waving happily as he jogs to catch up. Have you even seen this guy before...?]

[Friendship]

[Whether you like it or not, Asuma seems to have decided that you are now his friend. Which means that every time he sees you, without fail, you will be greeted with a cheerful:]

Heeeeeeey! Over here! Hi!

[...Right before he dashes up to your side like an overeager puppy. Still, he's a nice kid, even if he's silly at times. Hopefully he doesn't annoy you too much.]

[Event]

[One of those wacky jamjar events has come into play. The effects? Are totally up to you! Body swaps, compulsive honesty, cupcakes that make you behave erratically - anything PG is fair game. Although if you want to bump it to PG-13 at the highest, that's fine too. Just let me know first!

Either way, Asuma doesn't seem to be all that concerned for now at least. Does this kid ever worry about anything?]

[cw: violence/nudity, spoilers] settings listed by entry

[wearer]

a. space

( cut for possible klk spoilers. )

b. horror

( cut for violence. )

c. general

[ she is sipping her tea when she hears the knock at the door. it comes as no surprise, of course - she has been expecting this meeting for some time. nevertheless, it is a harsher end to the silence than she might have liked, and the corners of her lips tug softly downward.

she takes another sip, closing her eyes as the warm flavor passes through, and speaks only after she has finished. ]

You may enter.

[ even when phrased as permission, it still seems like a command. perhaps it's just something in her demeanor - her authoritarian tone, or her unquestioning nature.

the door finally opens. satsuki does not bother to look. ]

Well? Speak quickly, or hold your tongue.

PG13; possible alcohol?

[inursatellites]

INTERIOR: GENERIC SPACE BAR

[Soundwave is not the sort to frequent places such as this. He prefers not to "indulge", as it were. But this is what his Lord commands. This is what Megatron commands. And thus, this is what Soundwave will do.]

[He's slunk into a darkened corner, simply listening. There is, in fact, a cube before him, the liquid glowing blue within, but he hardly seems interested in the drink. His attention is, instead, focused on the room around him.]

[There are so many interesting conversations to eavesdrop on. And, in all those conversations, there must be some kernel of useful information.]

[So the massive satellite transformer listens.]

[In utter, creepy, silence.]