#forsakenpumpkin 01

[dotomorrownight]

starter call! || @forsakenpumpkin​ !

This place-- dream? He’s still not entirely sure-- is full of all sorts of fun things and people that Pinky’s never seen before. It’s all so exciting and novel, but despite everything this “Radio Island” has to offer, there’s something important that it’s very clearly missing, too. Pinky’s looked everywhere in his big, funny new house and in all the nooks and crannies and refrigerators he can find, and there’s only one conclusion he’s been able to reach; this city has a distinct lack of mice. ...a distinct lack of one specific mouse, that is. Pinky hopes that Brain’s just in the middle of winning the world’s longest game of hide-and-seek, because it’s getting just a teensy bit terrible, having no idea where his friend could be.

But there is one other mouse here, at least, and that’s more than none! They’re not quite the person Pinky’s looking for, but he scampers excitedly towards them anyway, climbing up a chair-leg and over a heap of patched-up purple fabric until he can stand on the brim of the hat that his fellow mouse and their snakey friend have apparently deemed the premier hang-out spot for Tens Under Ten (Inches).

The two other animals seem to be in the middle of a talk, as the snake’s mouth is wide open, but when it doesn’t seem about to close any time soon, Pinky decides that he’s allowed to butt in if Mx. Snake insists on hogging the whole conversation like that.

“Hello!” he says, waving enthusiastically and bouncing on the hat’s brim. “Is this a closed club, or is anyone allowed to join if they promise to pay all their dues on time?”

[beyond-use]

@forsakenpumpkin​ || primus starter call!

Rung can’t remember the last time he was at a real theater, which probably means that his most recent visit occurred sometime before the threshold of information creep. What a pity; it would be so nice to remember what he had seen, who he had gone with, what Cybertronian theater was even like back then.

There’s nothing to do for the corrupted memory files, though, except try to replace them with new experiences. Rung’s not entirely sure whether he’s allowed to be here right now-- there doesn’t seem to be too many people around, and there are certainly no fellow would-be audience members-- but he’s in no hurry to leave until someone actually comes to shoo him away.

...which might be right now, actually. He catches sight of someone who seems to work here (unless the way they’re tidying up is just a good excuse for them to snoop and explore the same as Rung), and decides to head off any questions of “what are you doing here?” by addressing the stranger first.

“Hello, there!”

“I’m sorry to intrude, but I was wondering if you could tell me more about this place? Is anything being shown this week? ...I must say, it was very exciting to stumble across your theater; I didn’t know Spirale had anything like this!”

[tremorstep]

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The Archimedes Ward wasn’t really the scene for Toph in terms of the festival, at least at this hour.  There was an art exhibition, a fashion show, and lots of pool activities, which she was sure were great fun for people who could see and swim.  As neither of those applied to her, she just decided to walk around the place, get used to what might be around here outside of the festivities.  She really hated to have to familiarize myself with this place given how much the situation didn’t agree with her, but no use wallowing around and wasting the time she had.

Her mind must’ve wandered more than she expected, as she’d suddenly smack into somebody.  “Gah-!”  Toph stumbled backward a step or two, quickly regaining her faculties to look around for the person she bumped into...only to find nobody there.  She swore it had been another body she made contact with- she knew well enough what buildings like these felt like to hit, after all.  Yet she was picking up no vibrations from any person-sized living things in her immediate vicinity.

“...Hey, who’s there?  Who was that?”

[bossrocket]

@forsakenpumpkin​​ || starter call!

That was some greeting! When the smoke clears and his optics readjust to normal light levels, Wreck-Gar finds himself in a part of Detroit he’s never seen before. It must be the upscale part of town, because everything’s significantly scaled up. It’s a lot cleaner, too; the only refuse around (besides the scattered piles of trash Wreck-Gar so helpfully tosses out behind him as he walks) is an abandoned pile of old cloth sitting in a heap up ahead.

He approaches curiously, noting with some interest as he gets closer that the little abandoned pile actually contains much more than just cloth-- like some sort of strange marionette, the patched-up cloth comes with movable hands, a round “head,” and a hat so nice it’s a wonder no one’s taken it already.

What a lucky find! 

Wreck-Gar’s supposed to be delivering garbage to people, not taking it for himself, but he thinks half a dozen piles more from his carrying bin should be a fair enough trade. Humming happily to himself, he scoops up the entire puppet in a tangled mess, strings and all. Its hands swing freely from his arm and its hat tips dangerously forward, but Wreck-Gar seems unconcerned as he fills the spot he found it on with a generous amount of replacement garbage. 

“Fear not, discarded puppet! I’ll find a great place for you!”

“As... soon as I find a place for me. Which one of these streets takes me back to my friend...?”

[voidgivenheart]

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The Shadelord couldn’t help their curiosity. There were so many new faces and they couldn’t resist. So a small, floating creature with an orange mouth? No wonder they were following after them! Not to mention the orange color reminded them of the Infection...

It didn’t hurt to make sure!

[mildterrorofthedeep]

STARTER CALL! @forsakenpumpkin

Why didn’t the folks in charge let him live here?

He had only just now discovered the existence of a beach, and it wasn’t even in the ward he lived in! His nightly strolls finally did him some good, because the beach at night was a huge comfort for him. The scent of saltwater and the glinting of the moonlight off of the waves made him feel at peace, and for a moment he forgot that he wasn’t stuck far from home...it felt nice, but it was only a brief respite. At the very least, no matter where he went the sea was always the same.

Walking along the shoreline, he spotted something odd a short distance away. Was someone having a Halloween beach party and left it there? It looked Halloween-y enough. He drew a bit closer and found that this was not a decoration but a rather strange looking person, alone on the beach. He felt a bit bad for thinking they were some sort of decoration, and wondered if they got that a lot. Maybe they were here to get away from it all...the beach was a good place to sulk, and Niko himself had done it many times after accidentally scaring someone. Maybe they could use some company....

He walks up to them, casting his gaze out towards the dark water. “The beach at night is a lovely sight, don’t you think?”

[malevolute]

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“Oh.  It’s you.”  He’d recalled this one from an interaction with Vaati.  His friend seemed to like him, so Octavo was none the wiser.  “Let’s seek shelter, friend.”  Despite the panic giving rise to his chest, Octavo was rather...Calm.  He couldn’t let on that he was mortified at current.

“I don’t believe either of us are in any shape or within our element to fight back.”