this is gonna be a mess

[dissociative]

THE MUSESWAP MEME


RULES

in this subthread, leave a comment with your character, a brief description (and i do mean brief, a couple sentences at most) and some thread links!! keep all the character descriptions here, please!

pick somebody up! more canon blind you are, the better!

post a new top-level comment, and tag around with your new character! you don't need to make a new account. (only if you really want to.) feel free to use your own account or to comment on anon.

you're allowed to if you want, but you get extra extra brownie points if you don't wiki. you brave soul.

can't think of a prompt? pick or randomize one below--

PROMPTS

1. SURVIVAL: Zombie apocalypse, horror movie, maze of death, some other disaster? Whatever it is, your characters are now fighting for their lives.
2. CANON: Try to write within one of the canon's settings. Wiki is allowed for this one for sure (uNLESS YOU WANNA GET REALLY HILARIOUS).
3. WEATHER: Rain, snow, sleet, sunshine, torrential winds-- you're out in it.
4. ROAD TRIP: Test drive, indeed.
5. TFLN: As if this meme wasnt gonna be nuts enough. Feel free to take this one liberally and have your characters at a bar or something too!
6. NETWORK: You're in [INSERT JAMJAR HERE] and making your first post to the network comm!
7. TRAPPED IN THE CLOSET: ...or an elevator, or any other small and inconvenient space.
8. FIGHTING: do you even know what those powers do
9. OTHER: Any other prompt you wanna go for!

Comments

corvo attano | dishonored

[toesocked]

one

[congrats, you're trapped in an underground catacomb with a dude named after a bird!! corvo seems to be fairly competent at what he's doing, however, and isn't entirely intent on leaving whoever he's found with him behind. lucky for that, too. who knows what kind of nasty shit is lying in wait here-- the faint smell of blood reeks through the dark, decaying corridors.

pressing himself to the wall, corvo notches an arrow into his crossbow, then sticks an arm out to keep his traveling companion from moving any further around the corner. something's there: he just doesn't know what.]

Hold, a moment.

(ooc: i know absolutely nothing about dishonored. like nothing at all. FEEL FREE TO PROMPT FOR ANYTHING ELSE TOO...)