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the stewards ([personal profile] thestewards) wrote in [community profile] agentleooc2019-02-07 07:00 pm
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test drive 02




I know dust grows even when there is a breeze
Can't move, can't grow When you've fallen on your knees



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HOT UNDER THE COLLARD GREENS
The relationship between the Blood and the landens has never been easy anywhere, least of all Draega, and even less so now that the Strangers have arrived. Between Blood and landen, opinions on the Strangers vary wildly. Some Blood believe the Strangers were landen in their original worlds and thus cannot possibly have anything to offer, but some landens think this means that the Strangers will be more sympathetic to them—or that landens could gain the power of the Blood one day, too. Then there are the landens who think the Strangers have sold their souls to Queen Fayura to gain the Jewels and the Blood who think the Strangers have embraced what it truly means to be Blood. Whatever that means.

Tensions are high, and they're highest on the main street of the Old Town Bazaar, where two restaurants have an on-going feud. The Last Meal is owned by a Blood family, none of whom wear a Jewel darker than Yellow. Across the street from them stands the mockingly named Blood and Breakfast, owned by a landen family.

To say these two hate each other would be something of an understatement.

On this particular morning, Lord Harle, the Yellow Jeweled owner and chef at The Last Meal, comes storming out of his front door. "You've done it now, Laney Cook! Soured all my milk!"

Simultaneously, Laney Cook, who is the owner and chef at Blood and Breakfast, comes stomping out the front door of her establishment, brandishing a wooden spoon like a sword. "Aye, and you've replaced all my sugar with salt, you ripe old bastard!"

Without missing a beat, both turn to you and the Stranger at your side. Wrong place, wrong time, friend. The two chefs decide the two of you can be trusted to help them prove the other party guilty of sabotage because neither of you has a stake in this. And, well, if the Queen brought you here, you should be an independent party. Both Harle and Cook seem to think the Queen is pretty okay.

Truthfully, they're both equally guilty. Lord Harle and Ms Cook have been trying to ruin each other for years, but who knows what you'll find when you go searching for evidence. And even if you find evidence that decides one way or the other, perhaps you'll simply lie and manufacture a solution that suits you—or the Queen who brought you here.


TERRIBLE TWO(HUNDRED)S
You're not entirely sure how this happened, but you're starting to understand why Blood females constantly grumble about the caste of males they call Warlord Princes. Prince Loren has, somehow, managed to maneuver you to the place you're at now: the head of a classroom full of Blood children who all look like they're somewhere between the ages of eight and ten. It's hard to tell, and you're pretty sure one bossy little boy declared he was 203-years-old, so everyone else has to listen to him, thanks.

Regardless of how Loren managed to get you there, there you stand. Fifteen energetic elementary school children all wearing Jewels shriek and shout, using Craft to amplify already shrill voices. One girl floats near the ceiling, her face screwed up in concentration as she clutches a Rose Jewel. Two little boys are taking turns passing their hands through their desks, which strikes you as distinctly unsafe for eight-year-olds to be doing. (You're not wrong.)

At least there are two of you, and you only need to babysit these children for the morning. "They're here for Craft lessons. Surely, you can manage until Lady Sheera arrives," Loren had said before abandoning you to a battlefield full of powerful, pint-sized children.

There's a lesson plan on the teacher's desk, but maybe you should lead with the snacks.


REVENGE, SERVED STINKY
The air is crisp and cool; it's still winter, but it's not as chilly as it has been, and so you're out for a walk. You've made your way north through Old Town and now find yourself meandering down the roads in front of the landen Guild Halls. Even though they're all made of red brick, each building is entirely unique. The Hunter and Crafter Hall, the largest of all the buildings, has more in common with a hunting lodge than the university building it once was. The Elektriline Hall might be the smallest building, but it's covered in neon lights and impossible to ignore.

Equally impossible to ignore is Master Tinker Mari and her collection of landen young adults. They're clustered around a storm drain. When Mari sees you, she detaches herself from the group of landen students and bounds over to you. "Ahhah! Stranger! You have been brought here against your will and are surely sympathetic to our cause!" she exclaims.

That doesn't make you feel too great since, you know, you're aware that the Hunter Guild tried to kill all the Strangers maybe two or three weeks ago. They may have mellowed out, or they may just be biding their time. Thankfully, none of Mari's students bear the markings of a Hunter.

She pulls you to the group. Already, canisters have been lowered into the sewers. A handful of students have clambered down after the canisters. "The Blood wouldn't help us repair the damage in Old Town," she says, rubbing her hands together. "Our people's homes were unlivable. So we're going to make their workplace unbearable." She points at the canisters. "Stink bombs."

There's another Stranger in the group, and you make eye contact over the top of the storm drain. Are you of the same mind as each other? As Mari? The choice is yours: agree to Mari's plan and fill the buildings of the Ebon Council with untenable stench or try to convince them there's a better way.


AIR TIME
Whether you catch the news on a Far-caster in the city or you're spinning the dial on your own device, you'll hear…

etiquette with evandra and aren
[Evandra's voice is a little bit rough and a little bit husky, the kind of voice that gives bad ideas to young men and headaches to fathers.] Today we're talking about everyone's favorite subject.

[Aren's voice is chipper and bright. He sounds more like an eager boy than the full-grown man he is.] Food?

[A laugh from Evandra.] No, Lord Aren. Sex and flirting. Culturally, the Blood don't consider it rude to flirt quite blatantly with each other, even when one or both of the parties is married. Isn't that right?

[Aren:] That's exactly it, Evandra. Older males allow young witches to flirt because it's understood that the male isn't interested or available. He becomes a safe partner for her to practice on, and his approval lets her know what is and isn't acceptable.

[Evandra:] What does it mean if a married male or witch flirts with you?

[Aren:] Casual flirting means that witch or male thinks you're safe. It's their way of telling you they feel comfortable around you. Of course, it's always acceptable to ask them to step back! [He laughs.] As we all know, just because you can flirt with a Warlord Prince's lady doesn't mean you should!

[Evandra:] Let's take a look at casual flirtation between different Blood castes…
the weather
[A soft-spoken man's voice rumbles out of the Far-caster. He's pleasant to listen to, with a soothing cadence to his voice.] Warmer temperatures will see melting snow over the next week. Be careful around the Heartsblood River, as the heavy snows will result in flooding along the banks. Need flood insurance? The Transport Guild is looking to expand into…
the news
…amusing to hear that Grand Master Niall blames the Blood for the fires in Old Town. It is my understanding that members of the Blood, these so-called Strangers, went out of their way to rescue both Blood and landen during the fires set by the Grand Master's Hunter Guild. [The man speaking has a slow, clipped cadence to his voice. It's very posh and polished.]

[Another voice, presumably an interviewer:] The Council counts the Strangers as Blood, Lord Grejor?

[Grejor:] What else can they be? They wear the Jewels, therefore they are among our number. [He laughs, and the sound is cold.] The Council is pleased to welcome our new brothers and sisters.

song_of_ice: ([Jon] Uhh)

[personal profile] song_of_ice 2019-02-17 07:39 am (UTC)(link)
[This is more than awkward.]

Even in Westeros, there were women that made overtures at married men. [He forces any thoughts of who his mother might be from his mind, focusing instead on Robert Baratheon and the way he behaved in Winterfell.] They have different morals here.
assholic: (Yeah? - 1)

Jessica Jones | Netflix Marvel | Purple-Dusk Jewel

[personal profile] assholic 2019-02-17 08:34 am (UTC)(link)

i: Terrible Two(Hundreds)

[This was hell. This was clearly her hell. She'd agreed to come to this weird place with weird rules and it had all been a ploy and now she was dead and in hell. Children were everywhere, with their high-pitched squeals and boundless energy. It was even worse when she saw two of them having some kind of sword battle in the air.]

Jesus, what have I gotten myself into?

[A little girl with quiet, dark eyes took that moment to come up to Jessica and tug on her sleeve.]

No one here's named Jesus. Unless that's Jesus? Are you Jesus?

[The girl was now looking at her unfortunate partner in crime who'd been shunted into this ungodly position. Jessica bit her lip and tried not to grin. Sorry.

Only not.]


ii: Air Time

[It wasn't Youtube or Google, but it was something to take her mind off her own thoughts. She'd brought her own phone, but she had it turned off to save the power. Why bring a phone that couldn't be used? Because it had pictures on it. Pictures of people she still gave a crap about.

But the Far-Caster, or whatever dumbass nickname they were giving it, had been given to her as the sort of... local equivalent. It had taken her a little poking around, but she was currently tuned in to the News; listening to the male voice tout about fires and the supposed 'Strangers' brought here. Great.]


Wonderful. Talk about having to battle more useless political bullshit.

[Not that she really understood the petty bickering anyway, but it was the same everywhere, wasn't it? Dems vs Reps, Right vs Left. Someone was almost 'more right', when in fact they were so busy bitching at each other, they couldn't agree that they were both wrong. Maybe someone passing by hears her mumbling, or catches her changing the channel and wants her to stop on something?]

iii: Wildcard

[Have a better idea? Toss it at me.]
garmr: (pic#12927691)

[personal profile] garmr 2019-02-17 10:12 am (UTC)(link)
[He watches Sansa rise up into the air with a slight raise of his own eyebrows. Even with all he'd seen back home, that still takes some getting used to. Magic was never really his thing - he didn't even consider it possible for the majority of his life.

Guts opts to keep his boots firmly planted on the ground. He can catch any accidental falling children before their heads hit the floor, he supposes. Sansa's display of Craft does even seem to get the nosy girls off him to attempt to mimic their new teacher.]


Looks like you got a hang of it.
Edited 2019-02-17 10:15 (UTC)
portable: (pic#12846817)

[personal profile] portable 2019-02-17 12:45 pm (UTC)(link)
like kinda? but then, we are a pretty shallow selection and a whole bunch of strangers probably have nooo idea how to even use this thing properly, so you couldve definitely done worse! three out of five (。•̀ᴗ-)✧

[ that is a good point, though. live tutorials were all well and good, but... in an environment like this, it wouldn't be that as much as throwing someone right into the game.

he takes a few moments to think before replying. ]


maybe i can help actually lol. you ever played a dating sim before?
thedarkbond: (Default)

[personal profile] thedarkbond 2019-02-17 01:08 pm (UTC)(link)
oh, three out of five is pretty good... 'w'

i've never played a dating sim before, but i know what they are. are we going to pretend date, then...?


[Because pretend dating a stranger is the logical assumption to make out of that question, he feels. Unless someone somehow managed to invent a dating sim on these weird radios.]
theladyofwinterfell: (was that the wrong pill to take)

[personal profile] theladyofwinterfell 2019-02-17 01:09 pm (UTC)(link)
( Sansa's elation at seeing Jon cannot be tempered by this conversation and she gives him a smile all the same. Dear brother, she does know that extramarital affairs happen - it's only that it isn't encouraged in her experiences. )

Yes, certainly, but hardly with society's acceptance. It's quite frowned upon unless done in secret.
theladyofwinterfell: (and he holds me so tight)

[personal profile] theladyofwinterfell 2019-02-17 01:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, yes, but that took some doing. I'll never be as good at Craft as these little ones are. That's all right, though, because I have plenty of helpers.

( The children seem excited and all clamor to float and land, sometimes crashing into one another in the process. Sansa looks to Guts, amused. )

I think we found something to pass the time at least.
portable: (pic#12846818)

[personal profile] portable 2019-02-17 01:17 pm (UTC)(link)
see? its a good start. really.

not quite, but also kind of yes? i was just gonna write a prompt, and then some options, and you gotta pick which one you think is the best for the situation! and then i can tell you if youre getting it right or not. thats basically how it works anyway, right?


[ ...it's difficult to tell how sincere that last part is. ]
thedarkbond: (undead angel)

[personal profile] thedarkbond 2019-02-17 01:30 pm (UTC)(link)
oh, okay~
i guess that is sort of how it works...or just how conversations work, but i think you have to be more careful with flirting so you don't upset someone .x.
or make them angry if we're talking about stuff here...
so i think it'll work as a tutorial


[Also, it sounds like it'll probably be entertaining and/or hilarious, which is Ren's main priority here.]
portable: (pic#12846828)

[personal profile] portable 2019-02-17 01:39 pm (UTC)(link)
right, right

[ you can't see this, of course, but parado is furiously scribbling every generic dating sim archetype he remembers onto some paper right now. ]

okay say youre tryin to charm a younger blood male who has caught your eye in a bakery. youve literally never met this guy before in your life. hes pretty handsome, like generically? with a friendly face. but his expression looks dour, and despite his nice clothes hes checking his wallet or whatever they call em here as if hes penny pinching. how do you wanna start up a conversation?

[ the options take a few moments to come in. it's thinking time allowance. ]

a: throw a casual arm over his shoulder and commiserate about high prices
b: approach cautiously, stand to the side, and wait until he notices you
c: buy something inexpensive from the counter, and offer it to him in order to start a conversation
d: drop all your own coin in his general direction in the hopes it will draw his attention
mekhanikos: (05)

[personal profile] mekhanikos 2019-02-17 01:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the good thing about never sounding like you're serious is that you can throw horrifying tidbits about your life into the conversation and everything will sound like a joke. it's kind of leo's modus operandi, really, and what he's counting on here, too.

which is why he simply grins at the comment and shrugs. dramatic, yeah, but so was blowing yourself up with the earth mother to scatter her particles so thoroughly she'd never be able to reform.

what does get a surprised blink out of him is the fact that emil doesn't seem to know what a helicopter is — but, then, in his defense, neither seem the children, judging by the way they watch wide-eyed as the miniature helicopter flies around the room.
]

I'm providing a distraction, obviously. And it's a helicopter, my technologically ill-equipped friend. Except with some modifications, so you may call it the Valdez-o-copter.
inducings: (head under water)

air time!

[personal profile] inducings 2019-02-17 02:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Piper pauses to listen once she heard the word 'Strangers'. She glances between the Far Caster and the woman listening to it, then walks over to listen more closely until the feed is over. She frowns a little, then turns to Jessica. ]

Sorry, I wanted to finish hearing what he was saying. [ It was creepy, possessive and cold. She wasn't a member of this 'Blood' unless she chose to be, thank you very much. ] He sounds... fun.
assholic: (Over Shoulder - Not good 1)

[personal profile] assholic 2019-02-17 02:17 pm (UTC)(link)
He sounds like a prick.

[Said before she looked up, then she felt a little bad. Maybe. Whatever. The girl looked old enough to have heard worse. Jessica felt that itch in her fingers to have her hand wrapped around a bottle. She shoved her hand in her pocket.]

I take it you're one of the 'Strangers' too, huh?
inducings: (to your imagination)

[personal profile] inducings 2019-02-17 02:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Sure.

[ She turns a devastating smile on to the their two quarrelers. 'Searching for evidence' is not something Piper feels particularly skilled at - walking around and playing 'hot or cold' by keeping an eye on the person who's establishment it is works better for her. ]

And you two should come with us, that way you'll each see what we find with your own eyes.

[ Aaaaaaaaaand that way they won't be left out on the street alone together to try and murder each other. ]
inducings: (would you tell me)

[personal profile] inducings 2019-02-17 02:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Piper has, in fact, heard worse.

She nods. ]
Yeah, I just got here a few days ago. I'm Piper.

[ It's a long-standing habit to leave off her last name. And to not draw attention to that fact by following up with a question. ] What about you?
assholic: (Side - 3)

[personal profile] assholic 2019-02-17 02:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's not something that bothers her, or that sticks out as too odd. Jessica's found that it's a half and half as to who says what part of their name. She knew a guy who actually went by Froggy. Froggy. Take that in. Yeah, that was a thing. And then there was the other single-named entity from her past.

She reached out and turned the Far-Caster off, then tucked it back in her pocket.]


Jessica Jones. And yeah, new myself. Still trying to figure out if this is another bad coma dream. Feels a bit too real for that.
inducings: (to the depth and breadth and height)

[personal profile] inducings 2019-02-17 02:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Piper has had some eerily realistic dreams before, but she's never fallen asleep in one and woken up there in the same day. ]

Yeah, it's weird. But I don't think it's a dream. [ Pause. ] And I'd be really worried about myself if I was dreaming things like that guy. [ A nod toward Jessica's pocket. ]
song_of_ice: ([Jon] Are We Done Yet)

[personal profile] song_of_ice 2019-02-17 04:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[He doesn't like the idea of those two watching over their shoulder as they inspected both restaurants, but it was the best way to keep them distracted from each other.

The obvious first step was to taste the sugar and see if it tasted like salt. He might never have tasted sugar before, but he knew salt. After a quick taste, he held the pot out to her.]


She's right, it's salt.

[He sighed.]

I think we'll find the milk soured too.
song_of_ice: ([Jon] Beams)

[personal profile] song_of_ice 2019-02-17 04:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[This was the last place he expected to find his sister and certainly not the way he wanted to be reunited, but he couldn't deny his relief at seeing her safe. Even if the conversation was a bit awkward to have.]

I suppose this doesn't shock me after living among the Free Folk. Their ways aren't the ways of noblemen either. I think you could call these people 'free' in a sense as well. They do as they please.
garmr: (pic#12927691)

[personal profile] garmr 2019-02-17 04:54 pm (UTC)(link)
They're lucky they got you.

[He doesn't argue with the reasoning - it just wasn't his style. Guts' inclinations would be to scare them straight for wasting his time, as Tyrion could have guessed. There was plenty he could say to make someone think twice before trying something this stupid again, regardless of the petty details.

Not the most diplomatic approach, but why'd he get stuck with this job, anyway? He didn't ask to spend his morning helping someone's interview with a bunch of servants.]
garmr: (pic#12927697)

[personal profile] garmr 2019-02-17 05:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[The floating class seems to even lift some of the brooding severity from Guts' face. The sight of it all felt too ridiculous to take so seriously.

It was oddly peaceful, even with the occasional child tumbling his way through the air. It was simple enough to grab them by the shirt to avoid any particularly nasty collisions. At least his reflexes were good for something here, he supposes.]


Loren mentioned your name was Sansa, wasn't it?
thequitecontrary: (smile 2)

[personal profile] thequitecontrary 2019-02-17 06:10 pm (UTC)(link)
That's true as well.

[ Mary folds her newspaper and lays it down on the table. ]

You sound as though you have experience in this area.

[ It's an invitation to speak about it, if he wishes to. ]
thequitecontrary: (shocked)

[personal profile] thequitecontrary 2019-02-17 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Mary face twists in horror and she takes a step back from him. ]

Are you some sort of cannibal?
illequipped: (primps habitually)

[personal profile] illequipped 2019-02-17 07:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[Emil still doesn't know what a helicopter is! He knows flying vehicles used to be something people had and could afford to build and, like, actually have places to go— but things change, and the last time anyone actually flew a whatever-copter or anything else around was nearly a century before he was even born.

So Emil, too, is faintly mystified by this tiny flying contraption, just like the children. He's trying very hard not to look like he also is eight years old and dazzled by a flying toy, which is why when Leo answers him he hurriedly clears his throat and puts on his best nonplussed, totally-knew-that face.

But still: whoa!!]


I— hmm. I'm not ill-equipped, I just don't make toys out of garbage lying around.

[Look at it go... He's still watching it, but like, lowkey. Subtly.]
illequipped: ([social situations])

[personal profile] illequipped 2019-02-17 07:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[They have no choice; they have to move to the countryside and take up homesteading in isolation. Maybe raise a few goats. No one can ever see their faces again.

Or, now that they're being attacked by angry static, drastic times call for drastic measures. The device is thankfully too large for Emil to simply pick up and throw as hard as he can, which is his honest first instinct, so he does the next best thing and smacks it again. It-- probably isn't supposed to crackle loudly the way it does and then abruptly fade to a nearly inaudible kind of fizzling noise, but perhaps their homesteading exile has been placed on hold.]


That's— okay? It's still making noise so I don't think it's broken, at least, maybe.

[Fine showing, gentlemen.]

Why were you listening to that weird broadcast in the first place?

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