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Auradon

Bipity Bopity, Timey Wimey

Time works a little differently in this world than in many others. So while wherever your character arrived from it was what passed for Spring or Summer, here it is the dead of Winter. And to say anyone just arriving is ill prepared is the understatement of the millennium. Everyone should be finding shelter and fast, but how is anyone supposed to do that in a blizzard when they don't know where they are? Maybe someone was around to help...?

Part Of Your World

Auradon has proven interesting so far, if cold. But even with so few people around, not everyone knows everyone else yet. It has been suggested that maybe it would be best to try to fit in. Dresses and fine suits were made available. All the clothing choice a person could want to pass themself off as the prince or princess child of some grand hero or famous fairy tale figure. But how easy would it really be to convince people?

Let It Snow, Let It Snow

Snow day! The storm has eased off enough for people to go outside. A winter wonderland awaits those dressed warmly enough to brave it. Sleds have been provided, as well as proper sleighs if only someone knew a way to pull them. Warm coats are there for the taking, and no one is even discussing shoveling.

Perfect pristine sparkling snow. Perfect for packing, for skiing down, for sledding, and of course for snowball fights. There are many different ways to enjoy the snow, after all.

The Isle

Timey Wimey... junk

Time works a little differently in this world than in many others. So while wherever your character arrived from it was what passed for Spring or Summer, here it is the dead of Winter. A cold and bitter winter. And to say anyone just arriving is ill prepared is the understatement of the millennium. Everyone should be finding shelter and fast, but how is anyone supposed to do that in a blizzard when they don't know where they are? And why is the snow so disgusting on the ground that one almost imagines it fell dirty in the first place? Time to get out of here, and fast. Or rather time to get in somewhere....

Classless Classes
Ugh, the teachers of what passes for a school here are pretty horrible. One has assigned homework to make her a jacket, another assigned students to steal that jacket for themselves. Another tried to assign shoveling, while it was still snowing! And they say there is another teacher down in the basement, but in this cold who wants to go down there? But still, what is there to do trapped in the mausoleum of a school other than homework? Maybe someone else also wants to plot something?

Mausoleum Fever

Being trapped in this so-called school is bad enough, but some of the limited food managed to spoil and left everyone feeling sick. Weirdly though it isn't a digestive sort of sick. More of an itch under the skin mixed with stuffed up ears and a terrible headache. A lot of the people are sick, and the rest... will they try to help them feel better? Or take joy in their misery? Or maybe they are trying to track down what made everyone so sick?

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From:

zeneth

CW Warnings: Spoilers for the Culdcept Manga, Body Horror (Eldritch and not gory), PTSD induced trauma, discussions of death/murder, victim of xenophobia

Timey Wimey... junk

To say Zeneth was ill prepared for the Isle of the Lost was an understatement. He had just been in a Culdcept match... how did he get here? It was a radical change in surroundings at that... it wasn't snowing this hard where he once was. In fact, he was smack dab in the middle of a blizzard... a seemingly dirty one at that?

His first instinct was to check his cards for something that could maybe get him out... wait, why aren't they flying to him like they should!? Whatever, he could just grab them and use them that way...

"Salamander! Come to my aid!"

...no response!? The card wasn't working!?

"Strange... when did Salamander get so worthless!?"

A creeping horror settled in as Zeneth realized... that wasn't the only thing that was lacking magic. His dragon eye couldn't pick up any trace of magic in the slightest...

"...you've got to be kidding me. A place where magic doesn't work!? What kind of awful place is this!?"

Zeneth proceed to trudge through the snow in... any direction, really. Looking for pretty much anything right now.

From:

elvendryad

Well, this was a something, right? The mass of thorny wooden vine-like hedges that surrounded the area were visible when he got close enough to them. And once close enough to see them properly, he'd be able to see some dark figure crouched down near them, doing something to the foreboding-looking hedge. Hard to see what, though. Maybe he should get closer to investigate? They probably hadn't heard him well while he was busy calling for his card and getting upset about what he found -- or didn't -- so far, focused as they were on whatever it was they were up to....

From:

fairyforgedsteel

[Arrival]

It had most certainly not been this cold where Gajeel had been a second ago, stepping out into what he'd expected to be a sunny day perfect for a road trip. A black cat with a white muzzle and adorably round ears perched on top of his road bag, and the pair looked in high spirits...for the half second it took to register the sudden biting cold. His pupils shrunk to tiny slits against the blinding white suddenly in his face, even as he raised his arm to shield them from the snow with a shout.

"Fudge, where the hurl did this snow come from?! Stay inside Shrimp. You good up there, Lil'?"

The cat on his pack narrows his eyes and resists the urge to burrow into the backpack to shield him from the snow, instead squinting around as his humanoid companion sniffed the air in an apparently vain attempt to see if anyone else was caught in the storm.

"Can't smell a daft thing over all this snow."

The cat leaned forward, tail tense and twitching, and then spoke in a voice far too deep for his tiny, soft body.

"Levi's gone, and the building behind us bears no resemblance to our hotel. We seem to have been teleported somewhere. And comforting as it might be in this cold, I see no fudge, either."

Gajeel's eyes widened in alarm at the idea that they'd been teleported somewhere, then narrowed as the rest of what his cat had said processed. Fudge? When had he mentioned...

"Fudge." What followed was a torrent of adorable, silly, or just plain strange words spewed as though they were foul profanity, shifting through a number of languages similar to those found on Earth, some of which were dead, and a few more unusual tongues. In the whiteout conditions, there was a good likelihood it would seem like the man was in far more actual danger than he was at the moment, standing in front of an outdoor shed on the school's grounds.

[Bored Dragon] (CW for brief cursing in the subtitles of the video, and also for terrible singing.)

It hadn't taken Gajeel long to realize his magic was sealed, and he hated it. Even more than most wizards, Gajeel's magic was deeply entwined with his very life, something he used thoughtlessly throughout his day. Without it, he felt like one hand was tied behind his back, leaving him frustrated even by things that should have been fun. Add to that the weather, forcing the man and his cat to stay inside to escape cold winds that felt far more biting without magic bolstering their fortitude, and he felt stuck, confined. Trapped with nothing but his thoughts to keep him occupied, thoughts that inevitably drifted toward his guild, how worried they must be over his and Lily's sudden disappearances. And from there, toward his girlfriend, what she had told him just days ago, that he was still trying to wrap his mind around...

Figs, he couldn't take it. He had to find some sort of entertainment. At first, he tried staving off the boredom and the wandering mind it invited by eating. Old metal chairs disappeared from classrooms, devoured by the Dragonslayer as his cat sighed with a shrug. His own sword had become some sort of soft-edged plastic, but the rusty metal of the classroom furniture would make a terrible substitute, anyway. Locker doors, mostly empty, grew bite marks as the hungry wizard did his best to eat around the parts of those that had rusted, while ignoring his cat's tired judgment and discouragement. A cauldron even disappeared from one of Lady Tremaine's classroom desks, a few stray scraps still welded to the surface suggesting it had been chewed down to the base.

The most offensive, however was when he set himself up in the cafeteria, perched atop stacked tables in a white suit and holding a guitar. He cycled through a few songs, no matter how much people tried to convince him no one wanted to hear him singing, but it frequently came back to a single one that must mean something to him, despite the nonsensical lyrics. During these concerts, Panther Lily would sit in a chair at the bottom of the makeshift stage, one paw over his face to hide the secondhand embarrassment.

But hey, at least when he was singing, he wasn't bored and could mostly shrug off the homesickness.

[Vet Call]

Gajeel hadn't touched the supply of regular food since he'd seen how scarce it was, instead gnawing away at whatever metal seemed least rusty. Most of it tasted like garbage, the rare bit of something tasty ironically coming from when he managed to find literal garbage piles under the snow, but it filled his stomach and his unique metabolism could pull nutrition out of even a rejected slag pile if it had to. If people stared, so what. He doubted many would say anything rude to a tall, muscular punk with dozens of piercings, slit pupiled eyes that he'd been told made him look angrier than he was, and fangs strong and hard enough to break iron like a crunchy cookie.

Panther Lily, however, was another matter. The cat was more of an omnivore than a carnivore, but he still couldn't eat anything a human wouldn't also consider food. He'd avoided sickness at first, trotting along with his companion and bringing pillows and blankets to the sick in a softer mirror of the way his friend tossed the same comforts they'd managed to scrounge. That hadn't lasted long, however, and with his cat riding in his arms and cradling an aching head in his forepaws, Gajeel's gruff and confident demeanor had vanished in favor of a mixture of frantic concern and frustration.

"Gajeel, you don't need to-"

"Shut it, yer sick as duck and you know it. Oi!" He turned toward the nearest person. "Don't this dump got anything like a first aid kit or somethin'?"

From:

elvendryad

It took a bit to see the shape of the figure through the falling snow, but someone was heading their way. Someone tallish, dark, and relatively slim. Were they in full armor? Because it looked a lot like platemail of some sort, though it must have been incredibly tight, if it were anything akin to a human inside it.

"Are you all right?" Sounded like a guy... maybe when he got closer, they could sort out whatever the heck was going on here?

From:

najaran

Bipity Bopity, Timey Wimey Cws: Possible mentions of death, homelessness, PTSD, war. Will add more if/as needed.

Najaran was no stranger to being out in the cold. But that didn't make it fun. Shivering she hunched in on herself. "I'm going to freeze out here..." she mumbled.

"Chin up, Lady Naja, we'll figure it out."

"I know, we'll.... wait... GOLIGAN?!" her screech of surprise was loud enough to be heard over the storm. But who or what was a Goligan?

Edited Date: 3 Apr 2024 09:32 (UTC)

From:

elianne

((Eli, so CW:... pretty much all.....))

The girl huddling behind one of the doomstones looked up at the sound of the voice, wide-eyed. With her dark hair and eyes, she was not as well hidden as she might have hoped. The chattering of her teeth didn't really help her stealth either. Morse would have smacked the teeth right out of her, if she'd been there. But having been here a bit without Morse, Eli had slowly started to relax back into old habits.

Which was dangerous, and stupid, and about to get her caught.

Edited Date: 3 Apr 2024 09:32 (UTC)

From:

elianne

((Eli, so CW:... pretty much all.....))

Vet call
Eli had been fretting that she couldn't help anyone. Not the adults, she knew better than to let any adult know what she could do. But...

It didn't matter. Whatever stopped everyone else's magic stopped hers too. She mostly thought that was a good thing. Until now. She had been creeping past, trying to find something to eat when she was hailed. She cursed herself three times over for failing to escape notice. Failing like that in Barren could have gotten her killed by anyone looking to spit in the face of the Fieflord and really tick Morse off, since she was known to belong to the fieflord as Morse's new apprentice.

But she was stuck for it, so she put her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes, and tried to look intimidating. She was so underfed that calling her thin would be doubling her weight, pale as the moon and short for her thirteen years, so it was almost comical. If one didn't look at the deadness behind her eyes. Eyes no child should have. Eyes of someone who had long since given up.

"What the actual happinesses is a first hade kit?" she demanded. Her voice at least sounded somewhat tough. Though changing her intended swear word to happinesses did her no favors.

From:

professorsong

"Oh a lack of magic isn't the half of it," River said, sounding amused. She had managed to find enough layers of clothes to be plenty warm, and she was River Song enough to make the whole thing look good. Though she had some sneaky help with that. "They call this the Isle, though like most jails one can leave if one knows how... and when." Her lips curved into a slight smile.

From:

professorsong

"Not that I've found," she said, coming over and kneeling beside him. "Let me have a look, what seems to be the problem?" she asked. For the moment all flirty playfulness was gone and she was all business. If anything she sounded more like a doctor than the Doctor usually did. Which would amuse her privately later.

From:

fairyforgedsteel

Curse this snow for diffusing sounds. He heard the figure approaching before he could see them through the blinding snow, but hadn't been able to pin down the exact direction. He sniffed the air again, but the cold wind was overpowering at this distance. He rubbed his nose with a grumble - it was already starting to sting - and shrugged.

"A bit nippy, but ain't nothin' I haven't handled before."

The blizzards of Mt. Hakobe led to a great many job requests sending wizards there. Granted, when he went on jobs that took him to the mountains, he didn't wear a sleeveless jacket...and he packed for it...and he was pretty sure his magic wasn't slowing the way the cold seeped into his skin and bones like it should this time...but still.

The cat, meanwhile, wasn't as concerned with stubborn pride as his human. He'd been startled by the sudden voice, not having ears nearly so acute, but now he stood on Gajeel's shoulder in a bipedal stance and waved.

"And somewhat displaced, as well. Could you tell us how far we are from Crocus?"

"Askin' for directions? C'mon, Lil'!"

Gajeel grumbled, but waited for the answer regardless.

From:

fairyforgedsteel

Those eyes...he'd seen those eyes before. Eyes no child should have, and yet, eyes that reminded him so much of a dear friend, back when they'd both called themselves Phantoms.

Drip, drop, drip. Juvia is a rain woman.

He tensed at the memory of his best friend in those days, before letting out a huff. Lily, cradled in Gajeel's arms, noticed the sudden stiffness, and removed a paw from his face so he could squint up at his partner.

"Gajeel? Is something wrong?"

Gajeel waved the cat's concerns away and narrowed his eyes back at the scrawny - too scrawny - kid trying to scare him. His own eyes were distinctly inhuman, bright red with pupils currently contracted into narrow slits. They weren't as hard as they once were, nor as hard as he could make them look, but they conveyed a sense that he'd seen things no human should have to witness. Things much scarier than a dead eyed pipsqueak glaring at him.

"Basic sorta medical kit. Bandages and sledge, sometimes weak painkillers. Lookin' for meds fer Lil's headache."

From:

fairyforgedsteel

There was a protective impulse to pull Lily closer, but Gajeel knew his partner didn't need to be coddled. As much as the Dragonslayer preferred to gauge people before offering any trust, paranoia wouldn't help them here. He sat Lily down in his lap, while the cat rubbed uselessly at a pounding headache.

"I seem to have contracted the illness going around. My head..."

Gajeel gave Lily a gentle pat on the head, then looked over at River. Despite his harsh appearance, the look in his reptilian eyes was obviously concern.

"Somethin' in his food today smelled off. I think whatever the help this is, it's coming from the food supplies."

From:

elianne

Red. She didn't know what red eyes meant. Blue meant death. Then again, green also usually meant death. Red was new. And terrifying. And sadly for Eli she had kind of the anti-poker face. Her mind could be read with a glance at her constant expressions. And right now it was clear she was trying to hide sheer terror under bluster.

"I don't know what most of that is. You need me to find cloths for bandages?" She knew what those were. And medicine, though she never had access to any and wouldn’t know what it looked like. But the rest of it was like he was speaking Dragon or something.

From:

professorsong

"It could be. Or it could just be incompatible, species sensitivities can be tricky. Only just a headache so far?" she asked. "If so that might actually be barometric not digestive."

From:

fairyforgedsteel

Curse this godsforesaken blizzard. As if it wasn't bad enough that Gajeel and Panther Lily were lost, seemingly dropped in an abandoned city neither of them recognized, of course it also had to be snowing so hard they could barely see where they were going. And without magic at that, so there was no chance of Lily flying up and trying to get a better view.

If only they had a source of fire, they might be able to find somewhere relatively sheltered and hunker down to wait out the storm. Without it, though, they'd surely freeze to death if they didn't keep moving. Loathe as he'd be to admit it, Gajeel wished he could get in touch with-

'Salamander! Come to my aid!'

Gajeel's head snapped in the direction of the shout, and before his partner could say anything, he was dashing through the snow. By the time he reached the figure in the snow, the younger man - wait, younger Dragonslayer? No, the scent did remind him of a dragon, but it wasn't quite right. The younger man had realized magic didn't work, and Gajeel scoffed.

"A cold one, obviously. You know Salamander?"

A black cat with a white muzzle pokes his head over Gajeel's shoulder, from the slight safety of his companion's backpack.

"Not that he would be very helpful, considering all of our magic appears to be sealed."

From:

zeneth

Zeneth whipped around in surprise; even though he had been actively looking for literally anything, he wasn't expecting to be addressed.

...and yet, somehow, Zeneth found a way to be insulted by his new company.

"...'know' Salamander? What are you trying to pull? Are you calling me blind or something!? A Cepter should know their own cards!"

He then grumbled as his eyes darted around the falling snow...

"...urgh, not like cards matter anyway right now. They don't even work!"

...before they settled on the talking cat on the man's shoulder.

"Unless... hey! Is that a creature I've never seen before!? Are you seriously telling me someone else got their cards working but mine just don't!?"

From:

fairyforgedsteel

Fear...he used to love that smell, used to love being the cause of it, regardless of circumstances. It made him feel powerful, and something in his gut twists at the fact that he still finds the scent enjoyable. He'd been trying to intimidate the girl, but only for the sake of showing her that trying to do the same to him was pointless. He hadn't expected to smell terror seep from her pores, let alone to see it written in bold all over her face.

His expression softened immediately, and he crouched down to be closer to the girl's eye level while still holding Lily in one arm.

"Nah, he ain't hurt. Think he got a bad kiwi somewhere, some kinda weird food poisoning."

From:

fairyforgedsteel

"Nah, ain't nothin' he hasn't eaten before. 'Sides, seen others sick like this, too."

He shook his head and nudged Lily. Better to hear the symptoms from the patient's mouth.

"Not just the headache. My ears are stuffed, and everything itches...this isn't like any change in altitude I've experienced before. We Exceed are well adapted to things like that."

From:

fairyforgedsteel

Card? What did Salamander have to do with card magic? Gajeel scratched the back of his head, and was about to respond when the other man commented on Panther Lily. The cat climbed the rest of the way out of Gajeel's backpack to stand on his shoulders, arms crossed. The distinction from a mundane cat was now even more obvious, as he stood on two feet, and wore a pair of loose green slacks, with a sword that seemed to be made of some sort of cardstock strapped to his back.

"I am not just some 'creature', nor am I a manifestation of card magic. I am an exceed."

"I ain't even that kinda wizard. Not that it matters, 'cause no, it ain't just you."

From:

elianne

"Wh...what's a kiwi?" she asked, trying to look brave and failing. "And.. food sick? Is... is he gonna die?" Her voice wobbled.

From:

zeneth

Zeneth's anger subsided a bit, as confusion became more apparent. Was this man not a Cepter after all? The dragon-eyed Cepter crossed his arms, as the cold really began to settle in. How he wished his magic worked right now... already he was missing it. Even with his higher body temperature and having warm clothing, he could tell the cold was already a problem. That, and the dirty snow he was starting to notice the extent of was concerning in itself.

Zeneth didn't like asking for help. However, it seemed like he had no other choice.

"Hey, metalhead, you have any idea where shelter is? I don't know about you, but I don't trust this weird brown snow at all!"

From:

zeneth

Before he could process someone suddenly being there that wasn't before, his new company's statement got his attention.

"Excuse me, did you just say we're imprisoned!?"

Zeneth was angered now; no wonder why this place's conditions were already proving themselves to be awful.

"Ugh, as if my life wasn't bad enough!"

From:

professorsong

She pulled out her sonic and tried to scan Lilly. Frowned, hit the sonic with her hand and tried again, finally she shook her head and put it back away. "So much for that," she muttered. "And I was thinking more the weather than the altitude. The storms here take getting used to for some."

From:

professorsong

She chuckled. "Of a sort. But the odd thing is, the ones with the keys come by every so often. They let off anyone who has someone to argue for them. Well, you also have to promise to follow their laws and be good, but where's the fun in that?"

From:

elvendryad

There, another brief shift in the wind's direction, blowing a few clues about the newcomer toward him briefly before it went back to being unhelpful. Green healthy wood of some species or other, though hard to tell exactly what, the trace of seawater from where he'd presumably been recently, full of brine and salt and whatever pollution was so ubiquitous here, and... hmm, no real clue about the person wearing that armor, exactly? No scent giveaway as to whether he was human under those shiny plates. Maybe some trace of fish and a fire's soot, as well, but not of him. Maybe when they got closer, he could hear something over the wind, past the dull sounds of his armor as he moved.

Speaking of, it distinctly didn't sound like metal, from what sounds had gotten through the weather so far. Something softer than that, something lighter... Was it actually wood? But it didn't sound quite like the usual hardwood used in furniture....

"From where? ...Did you just now find yourself in this place from elsewhere?"

He came a bit closer yet, trying not to slip on the slush on the ground, stepping up the shallow bit of hill in the path. A dark figure, definitely in full armor of some kind... or was it an exoskeleton? Near black, with something a bit lighter between the little gaps in it, but the visibility was just terrible still, what with the weather.