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Haggling Over Something in the Marketplace! Maybe someone else saw the exact same shiny thing you did at the exact same moment! However shall this be resolved? Remember: blood is extremely hard to scrub off of turtle shell!
Dramatic Chase Sequence! You're running away from something! It could be anything, from a rampaging kirin to a gaggle of overly enthusiastic children! One way or another, you can't stop, and much like a katamari ball, you feel obligated to grab everyone in your path along the way to keep them out of danger! Or perhaps you're more the sort to try and knock them into it as a distraction...?
Where There's A Will, There's A...? The Life and Dreaming Planes have been merged, and sometimes what start out as wishful thinking becomes lured into reality. That slick new motorcycle or pile of kingly treasure you were just daydreaming about? Surprise! Though it may only stay for a short while before it disppears again, so make it count. Hopefully you're not the type to daydream about terrible things befalling people you don't like...
SECRET UNDERCOVER MODE ACTIVATE! The three major kedan families all have their own agendas, and you've chosen to entangle yourselves with one (or more!) of them. Are you hoping to shift the balance of power? Gain some favours? Perhaps you're on a mission to bring a criminal to justice, or maybe you just want to get the cream of the crop from the black market.
WILDCARD! Go nuts. Suddenly your character is fighting dragons! Good God, they've found the Millennium Falcon drifting in the ocean! Do you really feel the need to polish every paving stone in the Earth Sector? Please note, Wildcard options are also what you can choose to do if you aren't yet comfortable in the Tu Shanshu setting and would prefer a more 'dear-mun'-esque experience. Please specify in your post!
[Shepard is altercating with a Kedan in the Earth district markets]
Its pretty obvious that you're overcharging me.
[The Kedan is indignant, and insists that their prices are fair, but that even if their prices weren't fair (which they are), as a foreigner, Shepard had no right to complain. Shepard takes exception to the Kedan's tone, and grabs them by the ear, pulling until they are leaning painfully over their table, arms flailing, and knocking a few objects off. If Shepard notices the stares of neighboring stalls and passersby, she doesn't show it.]
Tell you what, Kedan - I'm not a big fan of haggling, so here's my final offer. Two Juulan and your ear back. Sound fair?
2) Don't Worry I'm a Spectre
[Shepard is still pretty ragged after fighting through hordes of aliens, climbing the citadel half-dead, and then leaping to what turned out not to be her death. A night of rest was good, but the next step is to get her omni-tool running again. This building looks like a lab of some sort, they might have something vaguely advanced enough to make some repairs. A Kedan at the door asks what business Shepard has at Stark Labs]
None of yours.
[She shoves past the stupefied Kedan and heads down the hallway looking for the facilities. The Kedan flags another down and tells them to inform Zanru.]
3) Shore Leave
[Shepard is relaxing as best she can in a bar. It's a poor substitute for Omega - the music is calm and relaxing, when what she wants is loud and obnoxious. As it is, she's left with her thoughts, and she doens't like it.]
4) Tell Me About Your Culture
[You look hot and/or interesting, and Shepard has decided that you are worth approaching and maybe flirting with. She's a brusk, but not without her charm.]
5) Choose Your Own Adventure
[Shepard has a habit of nosing in on other people's business]
What the heck was going on here? He had been testing a brand new 3D game system when suddenly, he'd found himself in this place. This was not right! This was not what he had programmed! Someone must have messed with his coding, or this was one hell of a glitch.
Needless, to say, the tall young man that stromped through the center of Keelai was not a happy camper. His white coat billowing behind him as he walked, a scowl on his face as he went. So far he had yet to find the mechanism to end the program. Annoying. He was not amused.
Blue Eyes White Jerkface
Since he was stuck here, Kaiba decided to test and see if his duel disk was at least still functional.
It was.
Anyone nearby would see a huge, glimmering white dragon appear out of nowhere and roar. Sending several screaming Kedan running for their lives. Since they were all fake anyway, Seto just ignored them as he tested other features of his device.
If someone had a keen eye, they would notice the tiny holo emitters just feet away from the dragon summoning tyrant.
Anything Else!
Feel free to run into this jerk wherever you like!
[The courtyard was relatively quiet up until a shout from down one of the alleys sent people scattering.
Look out! Wild kirin!
In Garrus's experience, 'wild' never precedes anything good. No one ever shouts look out, wild pack of fluffy and cuddly pijacks. So he immediately draws his rifle, aiming to kill or at least cripple the large animal before it can hurt anyone.]
B)
[Out in the farmlands, Garrus is leaning on a fence, watching a flock of bird-like animals wander around pecking in the dirt.
Is this what chickens look like?
[They match the description Vega gave him, but honestly, Garrus would have thought a staple of the human diet would be more... impressive.]
Can't you do anything else? Fight, or sneeze, or... make a noise?
[He hesitates, then sighs.]
I'm talking to animals. I need to get home before I go completely native.
Krei isn't bad at running. He's done a few charity 5K events over the years, even ran a half marathon once. It had been good for publicity, and it helped keep him in shape. Appearance, when one is so often in the public eye, is everything.
Apparently appearance means quite a lot in this place as well, because despite the fact that he's only just arrived and doesn't have much of anything to his name (he's fairly sure the shops here don't take AMEX), he's still wearing a very expensive tailored suit. A suit that seems to have caught the eye of a few of the locals--kedan, they were called? They'd clustered behind him as he'd wandered through the streets, unaware. Waited for him to turn the wrong way. Which he did, because he honestly doesn't have the slightest idea where anything is in this city yet.
And then, for the first time in his life, billionaire Alistair Krei had almost been mugged.
Almost.
And now he's running--why is there so much running in his life these days?--and a dry little voice in the back of his mind is so, so thankful for those publicity stunts and the long hours training on the treadmill. He'll have to schedule another one out of gratitude when he gets back to San Fransokyo. If he gets back.
{ early movie canon point so he's kind of an unapologetic shit. for the canon-familiar: post-expo, pre-baymax. U KNO WHICH PART. }
[1: Market]
[Scrub off the turtle-flavored, tech-backwards paint job and this city's not so different from home. It has everything from the sushi to the organized crime. Theoretically, the people aren't that different either, which means even if some of them are blue and weird so long as you make big eyes at them and stutter a lot they'll give you anything you ask.
Theoretically.
But he really wants the toolbox this merchant's selling, and it's rusty and old and looks like he could probably get it for just a couple juulans if he plays right, only the innocent, clueless act backfires and suddenly the merchant's trying to hustle him for way more than it's worth. And after the third or fourth counter-offer said merchant catches on, realizes Hiro's not as clueless as he looks, figures out he's dealing with a brown-eyed baby-faced swindler and Does Not Take It Well.
Which is how he ends up tossed out on his ass in a mud puddle and told not to come back. Rude. It's not like he was trying to cheat the dude, or anything, except he totally was.
Hiro picks himself up out of the mud and makes a rude gesture at the merchant's back.
And then spins the screwdriver he nicked from the box in his fingers and pockets it, cocking a grin. Consolation prize, at least.]
[2??? 5??? it is a mystery: GUESS WHO PISSED OFF THE KEDAN]
[WHOOPS haha who knew a rusty old screwdriver would be missed, now u hecked up Hiro, now u rly hecked up. Maybe if he hadn't hung around the market trying to pawn stuff off the other vendors for cheap he wouldn't have been caught still hanging around twenty minutes later, when the guy with the toolbox noticed his inventory was missing one item and stormed outside again looking for the thief.
Hiro bolts.
It's kind of funny, actually, because he's so much smaller and fits through gaps in the crowd his pursuer can't, leading him on a chase through the market involving a lot of yelling and confusion and tripping over baskets of eggs and things, taunting the guy because for gods' sakes Hiro can't you just keep your mouth shut - and no, no he can't.
It stops being funny after about five minutes and starts being scary.
Which is how he ends up hiding behind the counter of an unused outdoor stall in a less-crowded area of the market, huddled with his back to the wood panel waiting for the guy to move on. For a fleeting second, he misses home, and then he remembers there's nothing at home for him but ashes and a fractured dream.
He turns the screwdriver over in his fingers, frowning pensively at it, and sinks lower into his hiding spot.
Maybe he'll just stay here a little while. Not like he has anywhere else to be.]
HELLO, CAVE JOHNSON-- I MEAN ZED HERE WITH YET ANOTHER CHARACTER SHE PROBABLY WON'T PLAY FROM MEDIA THAT'S ONLY BEEN OUT LESS THAN A WEEK
[Prompt 1: Stark Industries]
[Deon had been pointed towards Stark Industries when he'd asked about employment for an engineer; he didn't have many other skills, and Anton had politely but firmly asked him not to attempt cooking for the Hotel again.
Also, he needed parts if he was going to build anything like Dexter to pick up after him and bring him his Red Bull. Or the local equivalent.
So he's standing around in the lobby, fidgeting, waiting to be summoned by the receptionist to speak with Zanru or anyone else. But he wouldn't pass up conversation, either. He's only a little socially inept that's a lie and only a little devoid of common sense oh that was an even bigger lie!.]
[Prompt 2: Marketplace Haggling Funtimes]
[Deon has spent enough time in Jo'burg shopping the market stalls to know when he's getting taken for a ride; it's some small comfort that this, at least, is familiar.] Okay, well, what about-- what about five juulan, eh? Come on, I'm doing you a favor here, it's barely worth four.
[He says, as if he knows anything about the local economy. But he sees something of use in the busted scrap of what used to be some form of technology, and he wants to take it home and mess with it.]
[Okay, this was bad. How was he supposed to know that the thugs he bumped into wanted to give him a piece of their minds? All he did was accidentally shove one of them back a few paces.
He's currently up on the rooftops of an industrial area, jumping from roof to roof, trying to evade his pursuers as best he can. Realising they're just about managing to keep up, the Irishman grunts, dropping down to the streets, continuing his run, aiming for the more populated areas.
At least there he could blend into the crowds. It didn't explain why he couldn't see as well as he used to... Or where he was.
[She's not dressed like the kedan. Her rags are warm, thankfully, but they set her apart from the others around her, mark her as a Foreigner. Her hair is shorn close in the style of beggars and mummers and there's a stick in one of her hands, slightly taller than she is and wrapped with leather just below the top. It's not as good as having eyes (no matter what the waif had tried to tell her) but she's grateful for it now, navigating this city that smells and sounds so alien.
She doesn't have the steps to this city memorized, can't tell which district she's in by the smell of it. Still, if this is a test, she'll find a way to pass it. She will not give in.
At some point while weaving through the crowd in what she assumes to be a market of sorts, something distracts her. A shopkeeper shouting, a strange smell she's never encountered before. Either way, it diverts her attention just long enough that she bumps into the person in front of her quite by accident. She ducks her head, backs up a step.
Small blind girl bumps into you, what do.]
Sorry, I'm sorry.
[B - Begging]
[There are other beggars in the city--she's been here long enough now to have discovered that. Her bowl had been tucked into her rags when she'd awakened in the city, so why not put it to use? It may earn her some coin, and if nothing else it'll afford her the opportunity to sit quietly, forgotten, and listen.
It's amazing what one can hear when people think no one is listening, and she is no one.
There's a small blind girl in rags, maybe ten, maybe twelve, sitting along the edge of a random busy street with a beggar's bowl in front of her. Spare a few juulan?]
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Commander Paj Shepard | Mass Effect
[Shepard is altercating with a Kedan in the Earth district markets]
Its pretty obvious that you're overcharging me.
[The Kedan is indignant, and insists that their prices are fair, but that even if their prices weren't fair (which they are), as a foreigner, Shepard had no right to complain. Shepard takes exception to the Kedan's tone, and grabs them by the ear, pulling until they are leaning painfully over their table, arms flailing, and knocking a few objects off. If Shepard notices the stares of neighboring stalls and passersby, she doesn't show it.]
Tell you what, Kedan - I'm not a big fan of haggling, so here's my final offer. Two Juulan and your ear back. Sound fair?
2) Don't Worry I'm a Spectre
[Shepard is still pretty ragged after fighting through hordes of aliens, climbing the citadel half-dead, and then leaping to what turned out not to be her death. A night of rest was good, but the next step is to get her omni-tool running again. This building looks like a lab of some sort, they might have something vaguely advanced enough to make some repairs. A Kedan at the door asks what business Shepard has at Stark Labs]
None of yours.
[She shoves past the stupefied Kedan and heads down the hallway looking for the facilities. The Kedan flags another down and tells them to inform Zanru.]
3) Shore Leave
[Shepard is relaxing as best she can in a bar. It's a poor substitute for Omega - the music is calm and relaxing, when what she wants is loud and obnoxious. As it is, she's left with her thoughts, and she doens't like it.]
4) Tell Me About Your Culture
[You look hot and/or interesting, and Shepard has decided that you are worth approaching and maybe flirting with. She's a brusk, but not without her charm.]
5) Choose Your Own Adventure
[Shepard has a habit of nosing in on other people's business]
THIS WAS A COMPLETELY UNEXPECTED OCCURRENCE. 1.
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Seto Kaiba | Yu-gi-oh!
What the heck was going on here? He had been testing a brand new 3D game system when suddenly, he'd found himself in this place. This was not right! This was not what he had programmed! Someone must have messed with his coding, or this was one hell of a glitch.
Needless, to say, the tall young man that stromped through the center of Keelai was not a happy camper. His white coat billowing behind him as he walked, a scowl on his face as he went. So far he had yet to find the mechanism to end the program. Annoying. He was not amused.
Blue Eyes White Jerkface
Since he was stuck here, Kaiba decided to test and see if his duel disk was at least still functional.
It was.
Anyone nearby would see a huge, glimmering white dragon appear out of nowhere and roar. Sending several screaming Kedan running for their lives. Since they were all fake anyway, Seto just ignored them as he tested other features of his device.
If someone had a keen eye, they would notice the tiny holo emitters just feet away from the dragon summoning tyrant.
Anything Else!
Feel free to run into this jerk wherever you like!
Blue Eyes White Jerkface
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Blue Eyes White Jerkface, ofc
Garrus Vakarian | Mass Effect
[The courtyard was relatively quiet up until a shout from down one of the alleys sent people scattering.
Look out! Wild kirin!
In Garrus's experience, 'wild' never precedes anything good. No one ever shouts look out, wild pack of fluffy and cuddly pijacks. So he immediately draws his rifle, aiming to kill or at least cripple the large animal before it can hurt anyone.]
B)
[Out in the farmlands, Garrus is leaning on a fence, watching a flock of bird-like animals wander around pecking in the dirt.
Is this what chickens look like?
[They match the description Vega gave him, but honestly, Garrus would have thought a staple of the human diet would be more... impressive.]
Can't you do anything else? Fight, or sneeze, or... make a noise?
[He hesitates, then sighs.]
I'm talking to animals. I need to get home before I go completely native.
C)
[Choose your own adventure!]
B
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B!
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Alistair Krei | Big Hero 6
Krei isn't bad at running. He's done a few charity 5K events over the years, even ran a half marathon once. It had been good for publicity, and it helped keep him in shape. Appearance, when one is so often in the public eye, is everything.
Apparently appearance means quite a lot in this place as well, because despite the fact that he's only just arrived and doesn't have much of anything to his name (he's fairly sure the shops here don't take AMEX), he's still wearing a very expensive tailored suit. A suit that seems to have caught the eye of a few of the locals--kedan, they were called? They'd clustered behind him as he'd wandered through the streets, unaware. Waited for him to turn the wrong way. Which he did, because he honestly doesn't have the slightest idea where anything is in this city yet.
And then, for the first time in his life, billionaire Alistair Krei had almost been mugged.
Almost.
And now he's running--why is there so much running in his life these days?--and a dry little voice in the back of his mind is so, so thankful for those publicity stunts and the long hours training on the treadmill. He'll have to schedule another one out of gratitude when he gets back to San Fransokyo. If he gets back.
B - Choose your Own Adventure
((Hit me! I'll roll with just about anything))
this was pretty much demanded
comical? how dare you sir there is nothing funny about this!!!
all it's missing is the benny hill music
wow shove a man when he's down, RUDE Robert
i mean if you want he can punch you would you prefer that
oh don't worry someone's got you covered on that one
how dare callaghan had dibs also "i am saving you now so i may beat you later"
sounds legit, I approve :|b
o7
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Hiro Hamada | Big Hero 6 | (,,Ծ‸Ծ,, )
[1: Market]
[Scrub off the turtle-flavored, tech-backwards paint job and this city's not so different from home. It has everything from the sushi to the organized crime. Theoretically, the people aren't that different either, which means even if some of them are blue and weird so long as you make big eyes at them and stutter a lot they'll give you anything you ask.
Theoretically.
But he really wants the toolbox this merchant's selling, and it's rusty and old and looks like he could probably get it for just a couple juulans if he plays right, only the innocent, clueless act backfires and suddenly the merchant's trying to hustle him for way more than it's worth. And after the third or fourth counter-offer said merchant catches on, realizes Hiro's not as clueless as he looks, figures out he's dealing with a brown-eyed baby-faced swindler and Does Not Take It Well.
Which is how he ends up tossed out on his ass in a mud puddle and told not to come back. Rude. It's not like he was trying to cheat the dude, or anything, except he totally was.
Hiro picks himself up out of the mud and makes a rude gesture at the merchant's back.
And then spins the screwdriver he nicked from the box in his fingers and pockets it, cocking a grin. Consolation prize, at least.]
[2??? 5??? it is a mystery: GUESS WHO PISSED OFF THE KEDAN]
[WHOOPS haha who knew a rusty old screwdriver would be missed, now u hecked up Hiro, now u rly hecked up. Maybe if he hadn't hung around the market trying to pawn stuff off the other vendors for cheap he wouldn't have been caught still hanging around twenty minutes later, when the guy with the toolbox noticed his inventory was missing one item and stormed outside again looking for the thief.
Hiro bolts.
It's kind of funny, actually, because he's so much smaller and fits through gaps in the crowd his pursuer can't, leading him on a chase through the market involving a lot of yelling and confusion and tripping over baskets of eggs and things, taunting the guy because for gods' sakes Hiro can't you just keep your mouth shut - and no, no he can't.
It stops being funny after about five minutes and starts being scary.
Which is how he ends up hiding behind the counter of an unused outdoor stall in a less-crowded area of the market, huddled with his back to the wood panel waiting for the guy to move on. For a fleeting second, he misses home, and then he remembers there's nothing at home for him but ashes and a fractured dream.
He turns the screwdriver over in his fingers, frowning pensively at it, and sinks lower into his hiding spot.
Maybe he'll just stay here a little while. Not like he has anywhere else to be.]
and then there's this trashhole
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Deon Wilson | CHAPPiE | avoiding spoilers, will warn in subject line otherwise
HELLO, CAVE JOHNSON-- I MEAN ZED HERE WITH YET ANOTHER CHARACTER SHE PROBABLY WON'T PLAY FROM MEDIA THAT'S ONLY BEEN OUT LESS THAN A WEEK[Prompt 1: Stark Industries]
[Deon had been pointed towards Stark Industries when he'd asked about employment for an engineer; he didn't have many other skills, and Anton had politely but firmly asked him not to attempt cooking for the Hotel again.
Also, he needed parts if he was going to build anything like Dexter to pick up after him and bring him his Red Bull. Or the local equivalent.
So he's standing around in the lobby, fidgeting, waiting to be summoned by the receptionist to speak with Zanru or anyone else. But he wouldn't pass up conversation, either. He's only a little socially inept
that's a lieand only a little devoid of common senseoh that was an even bigger lie!.][Prompt 2: Marketplace Haggling Funtimes]
[Deon has spent enough time in Jo'burg shopping the market stalls to know when he's getting taken for a ride; it's some small comfort that this, at least, is familiar.] Okay, well, what about-- what about five juulan, eh? Come on, I'm doing you a favor here, it's barely worth four.
[He says, as if he knows anything about the local economy. But he sees something of use in the busted scrap of what used to be some form of technology, and he wants to take it home and mess with it.]
[prompt 2]
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Shay Cormac | Assassin's Creed: Rogue | #2 - Fire Region
He's currently up on the rooftops of an industrial area, jumping from roof to roof, trying to evade his pursuers as best he can. Realising they're just about managing to keep up, the Irishman grunts, dropping down to the streets, continuing his run, aiming for the more populated areas.
At least there he could blend into the crowds. It didn't explain why he couldn't see as well as he used to... Or where he was.
That could wait, though.]
Mind if I drop in?
Not at all.
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Fancy meeting you here!
Rather
Re: Shay Cormac | Assassin's Creed: Rogue | #2 - Fire Region
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Arya Stark | A Song of Ice and Fire | Spoilers for A Dance With Dragons
[She's not dressed like the kedan. Her rags are warm, thankfully, but they set her apart from the others around her, mark her as a Foreigner. Her hair is shorn close in the style of beggars and mummers and there's a stick in one of her hands, slightly taller than she is and wrapped with leather just below the top. It's not as good as having eyes (no matter what the waif had tried to tell her) but she's grateful for it now, navigating this city that smells and sounds so alien.
She doesn't have the steps to this city memorized, can't tell which district she's in by the smell of it. Still, if this is a test, she'll find a way to pass it. She will not give in.
At some point while weaving through the crowd in what she assumes to be a market of sorts, something distracts her. A shopkeeper shouting, a strange smell she's never encountered before. Either way, it diverts her attention just long enough that she bumps into the person in front of her quite by accident. She ducks her head, backs up a step.
Small blind girl bumps into you, what do.]
Sorry, I'm sorry.
[B - Begging]
[There are other beggars in the city--she's been here long enough now to have discovered that. Her bowl had been tucked into her rags when she'd awakened in the city, so why not put it to use? It may earn her some coin, and if nothing else it'll afford her the opportunity to sit quietly, forgotten, and listen.
It's amazing what one can hear when people think no one is listening, and she is no one.
There's a small blind girl in rags, maybe ten, maybe twelve, sitting along the edge of a random busy street with a beggar's bowl in front of her. Spare a few juulan?]
[C - Choose your own adventure!]