Un Lun Dun Scenarios!

[alt-shopper.livejournal.com]

Welcome to UnLondon!

Perhaps you climbed too high on bookshelves that should have ended a while ago, or spun a wheel that shouldn't have been spun in a creaky dark room behind an alley, or delved a little too deep in your dumpster diving, or fell down just the right (wrong?) manhole. Perhaps another force sent you here for reasons undefined, or you brought yourself here with your own power. However you got here, you've crossed the Odd and now UnLondon's got you--or maybe you've been here for a while and know what's going down.

So, what now? Perhaps you should take stock of where you are, first...

So, where are you?

1. The Rogueday Market

2. The Backwall Maze

3. The Wordhoard Pit

4. Wraithtown/just outside it

5. A bus/Manifest Station

6. The Roofdom

7. Mr. Speaker's Talklands

8. Puzzleborough

9. Webminster Abbey

10. Unstible's Factory

And who's stumbling upon you? Probably one of these handfuls. Oh, boy; how is this going to turn out?

OOC

1. Pick a place as listed above!
2. Pick a muse to play with--or two or three, or leave it up to me!
3. Say whether our muses have a pre-existing relationship or not (or, again, leave it up to me)!
4. I shall respond with a description of the setting and maybe some plot; you're free to ask for something else if you don't like it!
5. ???
6. Profit!

I would have included descriptions of the places, however, Chrome deleted the TL;DR and I don't feel like typing it up again, so it'll be revealed in the tag. Additionally, if you'd like the museboxing to take place in your muse's world (to turn the tables a bit!) just say so and leave a blurb or link about the world and I'll toss them at you :)

Comments

8D this sound okay?

[alt-shopper.livejournal.com]

[It's big, full of stalls and scores of people, movement, the bustle of a market. There are costumes and colors, the sky is gray and clouds float off in different directions with minds of their own. The UnSun is a donut shape of soft white light that doesn't hurt to look at and, unbeknownst to you, rises in a different place each day.]

[Around you are people in all kinds of uniforms, all of which look like dress-up costumes--just a little too simple and neat. Others are in hotchpotch outfits of rags, patchworks of skins, or sometimes taped-together bits of plastic. The people themselves are occasionally colors that people should never be, have extra or missing limbs or extrusions and concavities, and sometimes they aren't people at all, but bears in suits arguing over bouquets of tools or lobsters in floral print. No one will blame you for being overwhelmed, Danny.]

[There's a boy, lanky, lean, wiry, fair and dressed shabbily. You might be lucky enough to see him pass right by you and expertly nick a tennis ball from a stand, then bite into it, juices dribbling down his chin and a triumphant smirk on his face.]

yep!

[totallynotaspaz.livejournal.com]

[Overwhelmed? Oh yeah.

Danny doesn't know where to even begin looking. His eyes are under assault and he wants to stare at everything--everything is so unusual!--and try to figure out what's going on, but then something just out of view catches his eye, and then something else, and then something else on top of that---

But Danny's eyes finally settle when he spots a boy stealing a tennis ball. At least THAT'S normal enough.]

H-hey! You--you can't just--!

[Did he just.]

...Did you just bite into a tennis ball?

[alt-shopper.livejournal.com]

[Hemi jolts to a stop--he's made a career out of not being noticed. Normally he'd just scram before this kid could out him, but the question stops him.]

What else do you expect me to do with it, play fetch?

[And his tone is sarcastic enough that you know he doesn't expect you to say yes. ]

[totallynotaspaz.livejournal.com]

[oh god, that tone. Danny suddenly feels a lot smaller.]

Well...yes?

Or, you know. Play tennis. Since. It's a tennis ball, and all...

[alt-shopper.livejournal.com]

--who plays tennis with a tennis ball?

[Looking at you like you have two heads. Except there are some creatures here who actually do have two heads.]

You're not from around here, are ya?

[totallynotaspaz.livejournal.com]

Uhhh...no. No, not really.

[alt-shopper.livejournal.com]

[Taking another bite out of the tennis ball, flight instinct overrun by curiosity for the moment.]

Where you from, then? Parisn't, Baghdidn't, Sans Francisco?

[totallynotaspaz.livejournal.com]

[Danny stares at the tennis ball, fascinated by the fact that it is being eaten (what the heeeellllll).]

Uhhh...Wisconsin.

[alt-shopper.livejournal.com]

Wiss-con-sin?

[His heavy London accent skews the name and it's clear that Hemi hasn't heard it before.]

Never heard of it.