THE POST-GAME "EVERYBODY GETS TO VISIT EVERYBODY ELSE" MEME

[devoutish]

Good news! The mysteries of the town have all been uncovered and solved, and characters have found a way to harness the power that brought them here in order to return home. Even better, they've gained total control over its workings, allowing them to visit other worlds on a temporary or permanent basis. Want to go home with your new friends? Want to live on your own world but take free vacations to visit them whenever you want? It's all doable!

Leave a comment briefly describing your character's world/home for other people to comment to. Thread out a visit, create shenanigans, do whatever you want GO CRAZY

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Alfie Solomons

[devoutish]

[London of the early 20th century is a smoggy, rainy mess, but it's home. Alfie lives in Camden Town, the Jewish quarter, where he has a big warehouse down by the docks so that he can easily move large quantities of goods. Come take a stroll around a bustling industrial city at the turn of the century! You probably won't get caught in a gang fight.

I also have headcanon future family for him because I am trash, so if any of his in-game friends want to meet a tiny gangster child that he will be wildly protective over, let me know and I will do the thing.]

[headjacked]

[ Rhys thought the black and white thing was just in pictures. That the Ye Olden Tymes had color.

He thought wrong.

Perhaps he should've dressed a little less... Rhysishly. He's still rocking bright teal, red, and asymmetrical pinstripes. No robotics on display, thank whatever deity you please - just an eyepatch and a pinned-up sleeve.

Still, the man sticks out. ]

Alfiiiiie...

[ And yet still manages to get lost in a crowd. ]

[nursetemple]

[If Claire ever thought that Hell's Kitchen was dark and gloomy, it had nothing on London in the 20's, apparently. The smoke keeps on making her cough, but she's made her decision, now. She's trying to be as low-key as possible, wearing a pea coat to hide most of her clothes, a long, flowing skirt peeking from underneath.

The docks are busy, loud, and Claire pulls her hood over her head, ducking workers as best she can as she makes her way inside a warehouse. She has no idea why, but she kinda hoped Alfie would be right there, waiting for her.]

Alfie? [She calls out softly, looking around the shadows.]

Brian "Hoody" Thomas

[0thingsonmymind]

*Brian's world is almost identical to ours, at least at first glance. He frequents the wooded areas and abandoned buildings within a park. Others nearby may notice the strangely tall man wearing what appears to be a black suit in the distance.*

Angel

[phaseshifter]

Did I go overboard with prompts YES I DID, FUCKING SUE ME

1 - Pandora

[ Congratulations! You've made it to Pandora - more accurately, the remains of the Hyperion Wildlife Exploitation Preserve. With Handsome Jack dead and eridium experimentation at an all-time low, it's partially abandoned. And wholly a freaking shitheap.

It's a good place to check out Pandora's wide variety of fauna, though, which is why Angel thought it'd be neat to come here. She's looking a little unsure about that now, though, and keeps looking back and forth between the entrance and some vending machines with a particularly shifty look on her face. ]

I... don't suppose you have any cash on you?

[ Preferably space dollars??? ]
 


2 - Elpis

[ Pandora sucks. Which is why Angel and INSERT COMPANION HERE have taken a shuttle to Elpis, Pandora's moon. And where better to decide where to explore than by checking out the tourist brochures available in Concordia? Just look at the variety. Amazing. Angel sure doesn't seem to know where to begin, at any rate. ]

I haven't seen any of this stuff, even from my satellites! Do you think the world's largest bullet covers Elpis and Pandora? It has to, right? This is so exciting!!
 

3 - Control Core Angel

[ Oh dear. Looks like Angel and company have been booted straight to the exact same spot on Pandora that she was initially snatched away from. That being the site of her captivity and death. Awesome.

There's no shield dome dominating the bunker now, though, and most of the machinery is broken. Spent bullet casings, broken glass and piles of scrap that were once robots are littered throughout the dimly-lit room - it's clearly been abandoned ever since the fight that obviously went down here.

Angel is very, very quiet for a few seconds. And then -- ]

I thought... I mean... I remember it being bigger than this.

1

[devoutish]

I've got a few shillings.

[Alfie no.

He's walking closer to examine the vending machine now, because it's pretty damn cool - but he notices that look on Angel's face.]

What's wrong?

1

[blueteamproblems]

No. Didn't think I was gonna need it.

[i mean don't you generally just find guns lying around in strategic points all over the map why would you need a vending machine]

3

[headjacked]

[ Boy, is this awkward and also terrible. Rhys shoves his hand into his pocket and kicks at the casings on the ground. ]

We don't have to stay here.

Or... we can. As long as you need to.

[ If he has his other arm, he'd be fiddling with his bracelet. He knows how hard it can be to let go. ]

Clint Barton

[awwnoun]

[ Ah, yes. Regular old Bedford-Stuyvesant, Brooklyn, New York, Earth, that's what this place is. You know, until you see all the posters and advertisements and toy fronts screaming about the Avengers - or various other superheroes. An apartment, actually, is where you'll be spat out into. An apartment roof, to be incredibly exact. And if you know where you're going, you'll find yourself at Clint's door, Apartment H, which he leaves open for visitors just like you. It's actually kind of a nice place. Clean, mostly, except for maybe cereal bowls or pizza boxes sitting out, a stray sock or two.

Clint might be out on Avenger's business (which means you're welcome to ransack his stuff), or he might be passed out on the couch. He might also actually be on the roof itself, with the rest of the building's inhabitants, gathered together around a grill. Either way, he's probably going to be happy and unsurprised to see just about anybody who walks through that door. ]

[hangfire]

[Rooftop it is, because Lutha's going to be too utterly taken by the sheer number of buildings to bother leaving for a while, practically leaning over the edge like some schoolboy to take a look. Everything's so tall and bright and loud...

The smell of the grill about drives him mad with how appetizing it sounds, but habit forces him to keep his distance, only sparing glances across to the group from his spot near the edge of the rooftop. Force of habit has him popping his collar up around his neck and face.]

Church

[blueteamproblems]

[Welcome to the closest thing Church has to a home. It's a shitty little box canyon with no real landmarks aside from two bases, one at each end. Both of them have clearly seen very little use in a long time - the one with red flags is in particularly bad disrepair.

Church doesn't seem to care about that one, though, and headed straight for the blue base. Even though it's in bad shape, it does seem to have an occupant.

She and Church are currently having a heated argument over the state of the base. The details might be a little hard to make out because there is a lot of yelling and a lot of profanity involved.]

[phaseshifter]

[ WOW. AWKS. Angel heads inside the base and hovers (not literally, even though she SO COULD NOW) around the entrance, trying her best to look like she isn't listening to the yelling.

Geez. Okay, she's sheltered, but she's pretty sure she's never heard half of those words before. And she's pretty sure that several of the things Church and his friend(????) are telling each other to do are illegal on all civilised planets.

She starts backing up, stepping on a discarded glowstick in the process - why is there a glowstick - and holds up her hands guiltily. ]

Um, I'll just - should I wait outside?

Royce Melborn (spoilers for post-Riyria!)

[bywolves]

[ Elan is a small world, in comparison to Earth. Still, the city you'll find yourself in may be slightly overwhelming. New Percepliquis is beautiful - new, still growing. The door to Royce's world opens right in the middle of the Cenzarium, a tall, grand building dedicated to the Art. The door is in a special room dedicated just to that door, and when someone comes through, a message is sent across the Nidwalden River to a one Royce Melborn, who makes his way there immediately.

While you wait, you're welcome to speak to any of the people in the school, from students to teachers to Arista Essendon or Hadrian Blackwater themselves. They may not know you, but if you're a friend of Royce's, you're a friend of theirs.

Or maybe you'll show up when Royce is there to visit. He doesn't spend a lot of time in the Cenzarium, but it's not uncommon to find him in the guild hall for the Teshlor trainees across the town square from the Cenzarium, hanging out with Hadrian. Who knows? You might even find him at the palace - Empress Modina is pleased to lead you there if you'd like, to where Royce sits on a balcony watching two little girls laugh and play in the courtyard below. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie catches up with Royce on the balcony, having been told by someone or other where he had hidden himself away. He too has a little girl with him - a curly-haired toddler, maybe two or three years old, tucked under one arm. He waits for Royce to turn around and spot him, and then he gives a little bow.]

Your Majesty.

[The teasing grin is only barely suppressed.]

[powersouls]

[Tifa hasn't really gotten used to this whole world-hopping thing, and she hasn't gotten a chance to visit Royce yet. She just got caught up in the whole end of the world thing and then rebuilding the city and... Well, Gaia was a mess for a while. Someone tells Tifa that Royce is on his way, and she finds a sitting area to wait in, looking a little out of her element and just slightly overwhelmed by... all of it.

She looks mostly the same, although her hair is cut shorter and there's a pink ribbon tied to her arm. The biggest difference, really, is that she looks healthier. It's a wonder what good sleep and eating regularly can do for your overall appearance. When Royce finally arrives, she's on her feet in an instant, face lighting up. And if Royce didn't expect her to immediately cross the room and throw her arms around him, he doesn't know her at all.]

Royce!

Rhys

[headjacked]

Lynchwood

[ Rhys is an excited, happy tour guide, bringing his companion on a train. Trains are safe, right? Heavily armored, protected from the harsh elements.

Yep.

Until a flock of bandits on outrunners derails it. Most die in the attempt, but they successfully crash the locomotive just inside Lynchwood.

Coughing, Rhys crawls out of the wreckage, relatively unscathed, and takes cover behind a wall. ]

Hey - HEY! You okay?!

Helios Station

[ Perhaps you'd like to play it safer. You're in space, stationed above Pandora and its moon, Elpis. The moon has a massive crater of a scar, visible through the enormous window in Handsome Jack's office.

Said office is adorned with statues of the man. It's. Yeah. Eerie in here. A memorial of sorts.

A photo of a little girl is sitting on the desk Rhys is at. ]

Weird, being back up here without -- uhmm.

[ The last thing he remembers is assuming Presidency with Jack.

But now, there's no Jack. ]

Helios ofc

[phaseshifter]

Without who? I can't imagine.

[ Angel is floating in front of the face of one of the larger statues with her nose wrinkled. So embarrassing. ]

This place is even tackier up close, holy heck.

Lynchwood

[devoutish]

[Rhys, Alfie hates you.

Okay, not really, but still. He's coughing from the smoke, and while he's in one piece, his leg is trapped under a piece of wreckage - something log, heavy, and metallic.]

Rhys! You've got extra strength in that arm of yours, yeah?

[He hates you.]

Estinien Wyrmblood

[dravanicide]

Ishgard

[You wanted to get away from snowhell? WELL THAT'S TOO BAD. Welcome to Estinien's own snowhell! This is Ishgard. A castle-like city that's perched on the edge of cliffs, entrenched in an eternal winter. Most of the citizens are Elezen, but there are a good number of Hyur—or humans—but most seem to be of the poorer variety. Not that there aren't some dressed in fine clothes, or even as knights, but it's rather clear here which race is that of the nobility.

Of course, new comers will get scornful looks and suspicious stares, and you'll be quick to find that they're not the most welcoming of people. Even the children in the brume, in raggedy clothes and smudged dirt on their faces, don't seem to pleased either. Some might even chuck a snowball in your direction. Overwhelmingly this city is not welcoming to outsiders, and they don't really try to pretend otherwise.

That is, if you stray from the Azure Dragoon as your guide. With his presence, everyone seems a lot more willing to shed their xenophobia and suffer the presence of those they do not recognize. Either because the Azure Dragoon trusts them, or the fact they don't want to suffer his horrible temper if they accost those they think are his friends.]

Coerthas Central Highlands

[Immediately out of the Gates of Judgment, you will find yourself in a winter wonderland. However, the snow and ice is the least of anyone's concerns. Not when there are ice covered Goobbue, Fuzzy Crocodiles (check out that face), as well as bipedal dragons called aevis. There's other monsters around as well, but those are bit more numerous. Be careful not to get eaten!

Or frozen, seeing as these float about seemingly aimlessly. Though pretty, they are dangerous, and if threatened, they will most certainly attack with ice magic. Don't touch the shiny.

There are various camps further out, one of which was ran by Haurchefant called Camp Dragonhead, and you will find yourself far more welcomed there than the others. The judgmental looks seem to be non-existent here, and people actually seem somewhat friendly compared to other Ishgardians.]

Ishgard plz

[hangfire]

[It's like home, but backwards. Way too backwards, and WAY too much snow.

The looks aren't anything new to Lutha, and he still meets most of them with just as much cold spite. They aren't pleased with him? What else is new. Outside rotten glances, the redhead is content enough to keep his space, posture haughty but pace slow, keeping his eyes on the road and only sparing begrudgingly curious glances at the architecture.

Running into Estinien ends up being more an accident than anything else, though at least he still manages to recognize the Elezen's armor of choice. Whether said Elezen wants anything to do with him is another matter entirely, but he'll still stubbornly wait to get his attention and practically glare a hole through the soldier's head while he's waiting.]

Lutha Pahr

[hangfire]

1 - ORDO

[The capital city perches along the clifftops of a vast, blue lake, a grand castle with bold green banners flying, easily visible like the crest of a mountain on the horizon. Marble buildings and colorful landscapes pepper the direct vicinity of the royal grounds, painting a faint picture of luxurious normalcy until massive iron gates cut them off abruptly, stone walls with a sheer drop of two stories marking the pedestal of the rich, plenty of guards keeping post around every corner.

The rest of the town - what other characters will be far more prone to see - is in squalor. There are plenty of buildings, but most have seen their fair share of decay. Many of the more thriving businesses are covered in scrap metal, warped and miscolored as though it has melted, cooled, and melted again multiple times in a row. Though different races of creatures file the streets, there is a definite and noticeable aura of segregation. Many cower from the Orcs, beasts with oily black skin and enormous pig-like jaws, often dressed finer and armored more heavily than anyone around them. Here or there a goblin is kicked out of a building for fear they are a pickpocket, while a human is thrown against a wall for being duplicitous. And too easily can anyone see the state of the elves - spit on, cursed at, shoved simply for walking too close to someone. They scurry into darkened alleys, into the curving slopes of the sewers, many preferring to hide rather than fight. The further from the palace one goes, the worse it gets. Around any corner of the slums could easily sit a man with his eyes blinded or a child missing an arm, skin and bones, dying where they lie. Very few bat an eye.

There is no food. There is never food. No matter where you look, there are no vendors or stores to sell rations or water. Many beg in the streets for crumbs out of your coat or drops from a waterskin, please, for their starving parent, for their dying child... If one asks where rations can be found, they point you to the monastery, housed by the tall, scaly winged creatures known as the Wyverns. They will also politely inform you that there is, indeed, no more holy rations to be given today, but they will pray for your survival until morning.

Near the stone walls of the royal quarters lies a particular tunnel, and today it has been opened. Signs posted easily explain that this is where the nobility keep those slaves and servants for barter, as well as political prisoners for mockery. And oh, do the people mock. Most of them rich, looking for something or other, but the common folk can be seen taking a curious peek through the bars that line the long stone halls, looking for loved ones or simply something to gossip about to the people of the streets later.

Many of those chained up are elves of all ages and genders. Many have done no crime, marked as nothing but a simple item. Those that have committed some sin or another, in contrast, have red seals stamped against the papers outside their cells, their deeds scrawled out in Orcish. It is in one of these cells that Lutha can be found chained to a wall, clothed in the fine fabrics of the rich save for how tattered and bloodied they now are, ripped heavily at his waist and one of his shoulders.]

2

[If you're a little luckier (???) you might end up outside Ordo entirely, perhaps at a later date. What remains of the land is now dirt, stone, and sand, a stretch of dry and angry browns in every direction. Those plants that remain are black and twisted, trees horrifyingly mutated with only the stumps still truly living. There is no grass, no flowers, no sparks of color. Just the sound of the wind whipping the dust into lazy spirals, carrying the call of some hungry creature howling in the distance.

Clouds are gathering with the distinct rumble of thunder. It's growing cold, and the air is getting hard to breathe. Your lungs start to burn.

It's only when you pass through one turn, around the curving rock of a canyon wall, do you finally spot other travellers, hiding under a crudely made shelter of debris and the metallic remains of a boat. It's a small party, consisting of a wyvern, three humans, and an elf, all far too busy trying to reinforce their makeshift ceiling as tightly as possible. It probably takes about two seconds to realize one of those humans is Lutha.

One of the others, a very ancient and very short man hobbling around on a crutch, spots you first. He does a double take towards his company, shrugs, and waves you over with a toothless grin.]

Quickly, lads, before the rain makes ye into so much bloody soup!

[Someone else swears in a foreign tongue at the older man with some garbled commentary about how they're not going to have enough room, but half of them have now hesitated long enough to try and take a look.]

Stein

[circumsutus]

[Rising out of the Nevada desert is a crowed hill of apartment buildings and twisting streets. Brick buildings twist and lean over cobblestone streets, brightly colored and decorated with crosses and stylized skulls, handmade signs identifying shops and apartments with morbid names like Deathbucks Coffee and Last Words Books.

It's night, and most people are inside their brightly-lit apartment homes, or closing up shops to go home, and the moon hangs low in the deep purple sky, dripping blood onto the streets below.

Stein is walking home from the school, after a particularity long day grading student essays. His tall, scarred form fits in a little bit better here than in Norfinbury, but it's still probably startling to turn the corner and see him looming there.]

Claire

[nursetemple]

[Hell's Kitchen is pretty much the world as most know it; a 21st century New York borough, plagued with crime and gentrification. It's intensely dark at night, and bright and colorful in the daylight, churches for all kinds of faiths dotting the streets, in between hole-in-the-wall restaurants and low red brick apartment buildings. It's a little dilapidated but there's a homey feel to the neighborhood anyway. In the distance, Manhattan looks immense.

Claire works long shifts at Metro-General Hospital; pick your poison, whether you get her there at work, or back at home in her tiny apartment where you might find her nursing a glass of scotch sitting on the fire escape outside her window, just taking in the city.]

[devoutish]

[Alfie has come here to visit Claire. He really has. He hadn't planned on getting sidetracked, but the modern world has an awful lot of interesting things to look at. And so before he even gets into the hospital, gossip might reach Claire about the weird guy in old-fashioned clothes who's hanging around the parking lot, carefully examining all the cars. Better get to him before security throws him out!]

Zach Spencer

[majorlazer]

[Home is, to Zach...pretty much what you expect a Texas small town to be like. Lots and lots of nothing much. It's got that one long high street, and the rest of the town expanding off of it. In Milford, high school is everything. The whole town makes its way to the stadium on Friday nights to support the Milford Mustangs, led by Zach.

It's one of these town where after the game, all the kids go to the nearest burger joint before heading off to a house party, where people don't lock their front doors, where everybody knows each other, everybody drives a too-big truck, says ya'll, and everyone is 'nice'. One of these picture perfect towns with field after field surrounding it, and also a massive military base a few miles off of the town.

You can find Zach after a Friday night game (the result is up to you), or at practice if you want him without his laser arm; he'd probably be training on the military base if he had his cannon.]