CMO 6.0: stupid bullshit edition

[dracozolt]

look i'm doing nothing particularly fancy with this

i got characters. even characters i'm considering! let's make the barbies talk to each other.

only stipulation is no smut on this post, but pp me and we can work out something private or some shit

also i am gonna put some pre-done comments up for scenarios i wanna try but like. feel free to call someone out and i'll see what i can do. literally idc, old game CR, new people, help me voicetest some stuff, i'm even gonna attempt some of the people i don't have icons for so shit if you see something, say something and i will see what i can do for you

i apologize for how disjointed this is, but i am just trying to get myself to do literally anything lmao, so please just. don't mind me. i'm down for just about anything tho, if you need inspiration here's a couple of memes i saw on BS that seem neat? or just. random scenario me up, idc

camping | last kiss | haunted forest | stardew valley | hair care

Comments

Calem | Pokemon X (AU)

[disarmingvoice]

[feel like i'm really embracing the old pokedressing days but this boy has been on the brain so damn much. i'm gonna have a few comments up to test him out in some scenarios outside of his usual and some other aspects of him below, but if anyone has anything they wanna do, feel free to lemme know?

basic tl;dr is that he's mostly canon up to the point where lysandre fires the ultimate weapon and attempts to make everyone immortal; he and lysandre were the only ones who got it. calem's since given up on the gym challenge and now works as a fashion designer in training under valerie! and has been, at his canon point, doing this for fifteen years and hasn't aged a day. he usually tries to do a "how do you do fellow kids" to try and fit in but in these scenarios, i'm gonna try to play him as his actual age of 29 without that masking.

...he masks plenty in other ways, because boy does he have. issues to say the least. but he's generally a polite, if a touch haughty young man with a love for fashion and loves to talk about that kind of shit with people. he also likes to make clothes. please let him make clothes and talk shit with him, he'll love it forever.]

murdergame prompts

[disarmingvoice]

Name: Calem | Seamster of Dreams or Venerated.
Age: 29. | Species: Human. | Occupation: Fashion designer in training, Pokemon Gym Trainer.
Likes: Fashion, bright colors, fairy type Pokemon, drawing, tea, interesting discussion.
Dislikes: Team Flare, rivalries, tacky clothing, excessive spice, the aging world.
Trivia: Calem is responsible for saving the world from a genocidal group of people, but fell into obscurity shortly after the fact.

awakening

[Calem isn't exactly unused to waking up in relative comfort, but something about this room...it doesn't feel right, from the moment he opens his eyes and looks around the room. There's no one here; not a single one of his partners, not even Gorebyss to make awaken him in her usual bombastic ways. Something is wrong, and very much so.

When Calem steps outside of his room, it's with a calm open that masks just how much anxiety he feels as he keeps stepping further and further out into this...strange hotel. Why does it look like this place is under water? Calem doesn't know, and he doesn't particularly like it the more he looks around.

If he happens to see you looking around as well, this young looking man with surprisingly faded looking clothes will come up to you and attempt to speak to you, pausing for a moment as if considering before he does.]

Hey, sorry to bug you, but...do you know where we are?

[Of course, you may also find him reading the profiles on the wall here, and...well, he seems rather shocked at first by them, but his inflection seems to change. Gone is the demeanor of someone significantly younger; if this is out in the open, he might as well act his age.]

So, they even managed to find that. Hm. I thought I had that information scrubbed away long ago.

[Of course, if you happen to come up, he'll look over to you with a bit of a quirked expression, and he speaks up in a practical instant.]

How accurate would you say that these...informational plaques are, to you? If you don't mind humoring me a moment.

due to the dead

[One of their number is dead; to say that the trial was difficult was...an understatement. There wasn't even any motive, or any time for reprieve before the game was afoot. Someone wanted out as soon as possible, and someone innocent had to die for such a thing.

It disgusts Calem, the more he thinks about it. And all the more, it makes him wonder, about things relating to himself. People have complained about their powers not working here, so what if...

...Well, there's little time to focus on that. Calem and a few of the other survivors have seen it fit to at least make an attempt at a gathering. Calem himself made and sent out the invitations, and when he's not trying to be a good cohost, he's off setting up a small table for the deceased. A few small trinkets related to them both, and a candle for each are set up artfully as Calem can muster, and he winds up fiddling and fiddling with it for a long time. He'll gladly accept help with it, but...

Well, he does wind up staring at it, for a while. A surprisingly blank expression overtakes him.]

...Truly played right into the game. How many more of these will end up needing to be made, I wonder?

[It's said to no one in particular, and he darts about again and again to anyone at the party--perhaps even you, if you look like you need company, between getting more rounds of food out and set up to his exacting standards. He'll come over to where ever you are, at least, and attempt to wave.]

Excuse me. Would you be terribly opposed to company?

obligatory ~clothes~ prompt

[It doesn't matter when it happens; eventually, a wing with a sewing room opens up, and Calem's all but taken it up as a new living space. He might be well downtrodden by the time the game is far enough, but it seems that this room of fabric and beautiful things has managed to perk him rather significantly, and oh how he adores it. Adores it so much that he typically needs to be reminded that other things are happening, but oh, it's probably fine, right? Right.

Point is, Calem is hard at work--one of his partners has been graciously given back by the machine, a beautiful, flowery Florges floating next to him and passing materials as he needs them. If you happen to enter the room today, Calem will pause in his fervent sketching or sewing to look to you, and...]

Excuse me. Might I borrow you for a moment?

[...This is bound to be something.]

WILDCARD

[feel free to hit me with anything else! ...if you can't tell i am very excited at the idea of murdergaming him lmao]

awakening

[lockedtrainer]

[ The girl Calem ends up approaching - "Tallie", according to the profiles, with a talent in surviving and a deeply buried love for onomatology - just... blinks at him for a moment, before shaking her head. ]

No. [ ... sorry, Calem, she's not the most social girl even in the best circumstances. ] You don't either?

[disarmingvoice]

No, not at all.

[She's a quiet one, certainly, but Calem doesn't seem to mind; this whole situation is a lot to process, all be told, so he can't say that he blames her.]

The last thing that I remember is putting my work away for the night, and bidding the rest of the gym trainers a good night before heading home...so I suppose if it is a kidnapping, I must have gotten careless. But really, to take so many of us? What could they be thinking?

[lockedtrainer]

[ - wait a fuckin second ]

You're a gym trainer? [ It's said with a good deal of surprise, considering- ] I don't recognize you. [ And while she can't say she's friendly with every single gym trainer in Hoenn, she feels she'd remember someone like Calem aka not a generic npc. ]

[disarmingvoice]

[Oh? Calem perks a bit at that, though he looks to Tallie with a bit of a confused expression.]

Do you not? Perhaps we haven't met; I'm one of the gym trainers at Lavarre City gym. Do you live nearby...?

[lockedtrainer]

[ She shakes her head. Not only does she not leave nearby, ] Never heard of it.

[ Which, to her, means one thing. She touches the bandana around her neck - and, more specifically, the eight little pin backs that blend a bit into the fabric. Her eight gym badges, tucked away for safety. ]

- You're not from Hoenn. [ Which isn't strange on the surface - after all, she moved to the Hoenn region - but in the context of their apparent kidnapping? Means this is bigger than some petty Team Magma taking revenge bullshit. ]