Some prompts for an Entanglement character

[little_lost_dragon]

1. A-lung sits in the cafeteria, poking the chunk of foodbrick in front of him with a chopstick. "This is definitely not food," he says after some prodding of the substance before him. "I'm not sure I'd even call it a food-like substance."

2. In an out-of-the-way corner of the JunkStation, the thud of a person falling flat on their face is heard, followed by profanity in a variety of languages. "What is wrong with people here?" A-lung mutters, getting up off the ground and rubbing his elbow. "Stupid too-high gravity. How's a guy supposed to run here?" Although the gravity's not that high, really...

3. Somewhere where computers are frequently used, A-lung is staring at a terminal in a mixture of disbelief and frustration. "Why won't you let me connect? I don't have a wired connection, and if I did I sure as hell wouldn't plug into you. I know you've got wireless connectivity, so let me connect, you piece of junk!"

Edit: Physical description for A-lung - he appears to be of Asian ancestry, standing about 160 cm high (5'2" for those using imperial measurements) and looking skinny for his size. He generally has his clothing set as a shirt and hooded jacket and baggy slacks, although this can be changed quickly. The observant may notice what looks like a tattoo of a dragon peeking out around his neck or wrists from time to time as it moves.

for anemoi

[number_one_dime]

1)

A-ha! Just as I thought! Come here [Lad/Lass]! Take a gander at this photo and the illustration here. Does it look familiar to ye? There's lost gold in a city like this - ripe for the takin' and this is practically a treasure map!

2)

[So you and Scrooge ended up hiding away from dangerous blue monsters, he's whispering as he holds onto a large large emerald the two of you uncovered]

Hard t' believe there's somethin' invincible - but we can't stay here forever...

[He scans the area for something usable.]

3)

[So McDuck somehow manages to talk his way into the adventure party despite his old age. He's still walking a nice clip ahead of the group, talking animatedly six hours later]

Ah yes, There's nothin' like a brisk walk and fresh air to put a spring in yer step. Come on, surely ye're just lettin' me go on ahead due to my age, so don't hold back on my account!

4)

[There's pasteries, cake, and everything flung about, and the food fight continues. Suddenly the Old Duck smashed a wedding cake on you.

What in the heck did you just walk into?]

For anemoi

[blue_flames]

[1]

[Ike's world is stuck in the Middle Ages. Thus, he doesn't know about any of this newfangled technology you people have. You're with him somewhere in the city, when he stops and points to something ordinary, like a car or a telephone.]

And what's this?

[2]



I just got a memory back, and it explains why I picked up the sword. It was because of my father. His name was Greil, and he started training me in the sword when I was still just a child. But...that's all. I still don't remember anything after I was about seven years old or so.

I wonder how he's doing...

[3]



[You've remembered a traumatic or stressful memory! Somehow Ike heard the news, and he's coming into your apartment, concerned for you.]

Hey. Are you going to be all right?

[4]



[There's a battle! Considering the nature of the wilderness, you're probably on the same side, but perhaps there's a conflict within the city limits that has pitted the two of you against each other. Either way, Ike has just arrived and taken the lead on the field.]

It's time we turned the tides of this battle! Here I come!

Alexei Romanov for mayfield_rpg. Maybe.

[sunbeam]

I. Phone

U-uhm, Anastasia?

I feel that you might have gone a little too far this time. I hate to think of what Mama will do when she finds out that I have woken up in a strange house wearing strange clothes, so it might be best to end this charade of yours right now before she grounds the both of us for life.

L-Let's just go back to Tsarskoe Selo and pretend that this never happened, all right?

[ Ordinarily, his elder sister's practical jokes brightened his day; this one, however, was too frightening to be considered funny to anyone but the perpetrator.

That is, assuming that the whole setup was any fault of Anastasia's at all. ]

II. Action

[ Passersby ought to watch their step lest a 12-year-old Russian boy on a bicycle bowl them over by accident.

Unfortunately, the likelihood of a collision was high since the boy in question is hurtling down the road at breakneck speed. ]

III. Phone

I wonder, how many people actually like Mayfield, and why?