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

[pincushionhead.livejournal.com]

Fur coats have been out of style for years, my good man. [He pats Fai on the shoulder, lamenting softly with tsks.]

We simply must get you into better attire--and luckily for you I happen to have with me the hautest of couture. [With a flourish and a grin, he holds out his sleeve.] Education while you wear. Beautiful, classical, trim--the invention of the century.

[kittykaasan.livejournal.com]

Has it? Waa, how odd I must look here~!

[ Which is totally not a weird thing to say when he's one of the few who looks like a normal person. ]

Oh, it has a story on it! I've never seen clothes like this... How do you read the words on your back, though?

[ He will be tilting his body to try and read the words on Obaday's back now, yes. ]

[pincushionhead.livejournal.com]

[Obaday will totes to a girly twirl for him.]

Ahh, that's the part of the story you save for home, to relax at the end of a long day~. My tailors can make a dashing outfit out of any text you please.

[kittykaasan.livejournal.com]

I see, I see!

[ He claps appreciatively, though whether it was for the clothes or the twirl is debatable. ]

And if I don't have a text in mind?

[pincushionhead.livejournal.com]

[Dude, Obaday is totally eating this up.]

Well then we'll introduce you to only the greatest classics, good sir. Please, please, come in--

[He'll be ushering Fai towards his drapey tent-stand thing.]

[kittykaasan.livejournal.com]

How exciting~! I don't suppose you're willing to exchange currency, as well?

[pincushionhead.livejournal.com]

Currency? You're not from around here, then?

[kittykaasan.livejournal.com]

Oh, no. I do hope that won't be a problem?

[pincushionhead.livejournal.com]

[He purses his lips.]

Not that I'm xenophobic, but I'm not sure currency exchange is possible.

[Considering how varied UnLondon currency already is.]

[kittykaasan.livejournal.com]

No? Oh, dear, that's really a shame... I guess I'll have to earn some before I can buy anything, then, hmm?

[pincushionhead.livejournal.com]

[Tapping his chin.]

We could put you on credit. An absolute shame if you have to walk around in those.

I AM GOOD AT HTML

[kittykaasan.livejournal.com]

I don't think these are so bad. But I guess they're nicer in places with snow, huh?

Many thanks, though! I'll try to pay it off quickly.

xD

[pincushionhead.livejournal.com]

Come come, we have to get you measured~

[He oh so helpfully pulls Fai into his shop~]

[kittykaasan.livejournal.com]

Coming, coming~!

[ Still talking as he's tugged along ]

Say, how do you cut the cloth so none of the words get cut off?

[pincushionhead.livejournal.com]

We have very talented tailors at work here, I assure you.

[He gestures to the inkwell-for-a-head in the back of the room, explaining that he's for pickier customers and that they could definitely set Fai up for a custom suit if he'd like to pay extra ♥]