(ooc: feel free to keep any and all tdm threads as canon if you'd like! or don't! I'm cool either way!)
Put a Sock in It
[Same as the month before (and, Kara wonders, if all the messages and alerts had happened when her group had arrived), the network lights up with blinking messages from natives that there's new arrivals in the reset room!
Will there be a party this time? Kara's... a little worried about the success of a party. And she likes parties. But with all the tension right now...
She's nervous, to say the least.
However, she doesn't want the arrivals to feel as lost and confused as she had. It's a terrible feeling, waking up where you don't belong. And while she could go all out in her supersuit, she opts instead for a business-y, blue button-up with some comfortable pants, tying her hair back in a tight bun. Glasses and a smile are firmly on her face. Let the networking begin.
She hangs just outside the doorway, leaning on one of the outer shelves for the workshop area with a message pre-typed on her device. Once people start wandering out, she'll hold it out to them, friendly and as welcoming as she can be. Ignore the worry in her eyes. She's just concerned you're all doomed to turn into sound-eating monsters! :''') or, at the very least, that the portal that brought you here has deposited Sound Eaters on your planet! no big deal!]
Hey there! Welcome to Reims! My name's Kara. I'm sure you have a lot of questions. How can I help? :)
In Freakish Flight(closed to house 12 and anyone who sees Supergirl just elated at alien birds?)
[People - well, she can't say humans, can she? - arriving is normal, now. This is the third appearance, and before them, apparently less frequently, others arrived through the room. (Rooms?) But there's never been animals. And for Kara, there's no mysterious birds at her door. As soon as she wakes to the sound of birds, though, nature's alarm clock, she panics. Luckily, the sound doesn't last long, silence descending like a safety blanket on the city.
X-raying through her bedroom wall and the walls of house twelve in front of her home, she sees a... a bird? It sounds like a bird, pecking and clawing at the dirt and sand outside of the house. Its head jerks and tilts this way and that. It's gorgeous. Kara doesn't recognize the species; they didn't have birds on Krypton of any kind, and she would have remembered these beauties on one of the vacation planets her parents took her to.
Her excitement overwhelms her, and she speed dresses in her supersuit, walking silently to house twelve and creeping around the side of it, peering around the front corner to get a better look at the creature, a beaming, delighted smile on her face.]
Alone or Togethergenerally open + closed to Faith
[when Kara reads the first message from "lamar," - mysteriously with no picture next to the name, which is weird - she's... concerned. He's not wrong, though, not if she thinks back to the Town Hall meeting. And, honestly, before that. Certain people made this place unpleasant from the beginning, but the secrets, and the fear, and the constant threats of danger and death didn't help matters.
Of course, there was joy too. And there was a very fine line between the two for Kara already. Her friends, flying, her plans for movie nights, Phillipa's bread, and that jam, c'mon. She understands the line pretty well already, lamar. Whoever you are.
Except apparently he's dead. Oh.
At Town Hall, Kara partakes of the food a little more hesitantly after Valentine's Day, but she's starving, almost constantly here. She's terrified to take more than her fair share, but with her increased metabolism... holy guacamole could she carb load right about now. As they eat, Kara leans over to the people beside and across from her and whispers, confused:]
I thought our devices could only be used by us? If this "lamar" person is dead, how does that work?
[after awhile, when there's no concrete answers, and frustrations are beginning to amp up again, people head for the door to mill out, head to their homes to bed. Then the dust comes. Kara joins in on the coughing, the choking. What the heck is going on? It's the dust, all over her and filling her lungs, all over again, just like at the island, and she's scared the paranoia will follow. Her hands come to her lips, her face, assuring herself everything is there. Everything's fine. She's fine.
But is she? Everything looks different - everyone looks different, the world painted in grayscale. Kara's frantic to see normally. She scrubs at her eyes, but it doesn't help, and her head whips around until she catches just - just the quickest glimpse of color. She runs for it, pushing through the crowd and following herself with apologies for being so careless. She's sorry! But there's someone across the room who's not...
Kara stops in her tracks. It's Faith, practically glowing in the world of grays, warm skin and brown hair and red lips, and Kara walks up to her, breathing out a sigh of relief.]
Oh, thank Rao, something is still normal here!
Wildcard:
[Kara's jobs are to be a cleaner and patrol, so your character will regularly see her out and about moving objects that should be too heavy to carry, straightening up Reims, and flying overhead to patrol the boundaries on a twice-daily basis. Feel free to hit her up!
When not being a superhero, Kara has set up the family theater in her home to host MOVIE NIGHTS, an open post for all close or semi-close or loosely tied together cr. I'M EASY. Y'ALL WANNA WATCH MOVIES? Come watch movies!
If you don't know Kara but want to check it out, feel free to claim you heard about the movie shenanigans via word of mouth! er. device!
Also, feel free to hit up Kara's INBOX or add me/plot with me on plurk at hailandwellmet!]
Kara | Supergirl | open!
Put a Sock in It
[Same as the month before (and, Kara wonders, if all the messages and alerts had happened when her group had arrived), the network lights up with blinking messages from natives that there's new arrivals in the reset room!
Will there be a party this time? Kara's... a little worried about the success of a party. And she likes parties. But with all the tension right now...
She's nervous, to say the least.
However, she doesn't want the arrivals to feel as lost and confused as she had. It's a terrible feeling, waking up where you don't belong. And while she could go all out in her supersuit, she opts instead for a business-y, blue button-up with some comfortable pants, tying her hair back in a tight bun. Glasses and a smile are firmly on her face. Let the networking begin.
She hangs just outside the doorway, leaning on one of the outer shelves for the workshop area with a message pre-typed on her device. Once people start wandering out, she'll hold it out to them, friendly and as welcoming as she can be. Ignore the worry in her eyes. She's just concerned you're all doomed to turn into sound-eating monsters! :''') or, at the very least, that the portal that brought you here has deposited Sound Eaters on your planet! no big deal!]
Hey there! Welcome to Reims! My name's Kara. I'm sure you have a lot of questions. How can I help? :)
In Freakish Flight (closed to house 12 and anyone who sees Supergirl just elated at alien birds?)
[People - well, she can't say humans, can she? - arriving is normal, now. This is the third appearance, and before them, apparently less frequently, others arrived through the room. (Rooms?) But there's never been animals. And for Kara, there's no mysterious birds at her door. As soon as she wakes to the sound of birds, though, nature's alarm clock, she panics. Luckily, the sound doesn't last long, silence descending like a safety blanket on the city.
X-raying through her bedroom wall and the walls of house twelve in front of her home, she sees a... a bird? It sounds like a bird, pecking and clawing at the dirt and sand outside of the house. Its head jerks and tilts this way and that. It's gorgeous. Kara doesn't recognize the species; they didn't have birds on Krypton of any kind, and she would have remembered these beauties on one of the vacation planets her parents took her to.
Her excitement overwhelms her, and she speed dresses in her supersuit, walking silently to house twelve and creeping around the side of it, peering around the front corner to get a better look at the creature, a beaming, delighted smile on her face.]
Alone or Together generally open + closed to Faith
[when Kara reads the first message from "lamar," - mysteriously with no picture next to the name, which is weird - she's... concerned. He's not wrong, though, not if she thinks back to the Town Hall meeting. And, honestly, before that. Certain people made this place unpleasant from the beginning, but the secrets, and the fear, and the constant threats of danger and death didn't help matters.
Of course, there was joy too. And there was a very fine line between the two for Kara already. Her friends, flying, her plans for movie nights, Phillipa's bread, and that jam, c'mon. She understands the line pretty well already, lamar. Whoever you are.
Except apparently he's dead. Oh.
At Town Hall, Kara partakes of the food a little more hesitantly after Valentine's Day, but she's starving, almost constantly here. She's terrified to take more than her fair share, but with her increased metabolism... holy guacamole could she carb load right about now. As they eat, Kara leans over to the people beside and across from her and whispers, confused:]
I thought our devices could only be used by us? If this "lamar" person is dead, how does that work?
[after awhile, when there's no concrete answers, and frustrations are beginning to amp up again, people head for the door to mill out, head to their homes to bed. Then the dust comes. Kara joins in on the coughing, the choking. What the heck is going on? It's the dust, all over her and filling her lungs, all over again, just like at the island, and she's scared the paranoia will follow. Her hands come to her lips, her face, assuring herself everything is there. Everything's fine. She's fine.
But is she? Everything looks different - everyone looks different, the world painted in grayscale. Kara's frantic to see normally. She scrubs at her eyes, but it doesn't help, and her head whips around until she catches just - just the quickest glimpse of color. She runs for it, pushing through the crowd and following herself with apologies for being so careless. She's sorry! But there's someone across the room who's not...
Kara stops in her tracks. It's Faith, practically glowing in the world of grays, warm skin and brown hair and red lips, and Kara walks up to her, breathing out a sigh of relief.]
Oh, thank Rao, something is still normal here!
Wildcard:
[Kara's jobs are to be a cleaner and patrol, so your character will regularly see her out and about moving objects that should be too heavy to carry, straightening up Reims, and flying overhead to patrol the boundaries on a twice-daily basis. Feel free to hit her up!
When not being a superhero, Kara has set up the family theater in her home to host MOVIE NIGHTS, an open post for all close or semi-close or loosely tied together cr. I'M EASY. Y'ALL WANNA WATCH MOVIES? Come watch movies!
If you don't know Kara but want to check it out, feel free to claim you heard about the movie shenanigans via word of mouth! er. device!
Also, feel free to hit up Kara's INBOX or add me/plot with me on plurk at