Stuck In The Wrong Place

[dammitmasa]

Same Old People, Wrong Destination

Today you get a message from the Malnosso. They’ve found a way to send you home. You’ll remember Luceti, but it’s a one way trip. You’ve said your tearful goodbyes and prepared yourself for the inevitable return home. One moment you’re in Luceti, the next you’re not.

But nobody ever said the Malnosso ever got everything right. Sure, you’re not in Luceti anymore. Yes, you’ve lost your wings and barcode. But this isn’t your world. It’s some other world and now that you’re cut off from the Malnosso, you have no hope of ever getting back home. Which means that wherever you’ve ended up, you’ll be spending the rest of your life there.

On the up-side, you’re not the only one stuck here. Someone else from Luceti, also alien to this world, is stuck with you. With the common bond of being strangers to this brave new world, it’s inevitable you’ll stick together. But for how long?

Considerations

1. You can go to any other world you want! It just can’t be one either of your characters are from. You can make up something like a fantasy world, something from a sci fi, or something just like the modern world. Or you can pick a canon neither of your characters belong to.
2. Ideally they should both be from different canons altogether. But this isn’t required!
3. There’s supposed to be no way back. Even genius characters ought to find it impossible. But does that mean all hope has to be lost? For those who have been gone from Luceti a long time, it might be fun if they were given a chance to go back to Luceti and be trapped again.
4. For an optional extra level of complexity, give consideration to your character’s appearance or to their abilities. Will they stand out in this new world? Will they have to hide what they can do? Or will they even be able to use their powers if the source of their powers is gone?


Prompts

1. Day One - You’ve both just arrived on this world and by chance, you run into each other. Two heads are better than one. Now you just have to figure out what to do next.

2. One Week Later - You’ve been in this world a week. Things are starting to sink in. So is the idea of being stuck here. It’s time to start thinking about the long term.

3. One Month Later - Now that you’ve both been here awhile, you’ve learned the ins and outs of your new home. You’re making a living and getting by, but you still think of home.

4. Six Months Later - It may not be home, but you’ve learned to be comfortable. By now, your relationship with your fellow Lucetian has certainly evolved as well.

5. One Year Later - It’s been long enough that you sometimes wonder if you ever did live in a place like Luceti. So what’s life for you like in this whole new world?

6. Other - Don’t be limited by the above. This could be two weeks later or twenty years later! Of course, you can always time skip once you’ve established what you want to do at one time period.

Comments

Open seas, late 18th century | Mere hours later

[dragmire]

The Malnosso promised to send them home. Not only had they failed, but they arrived in a place looking nothing like home. By fortune, both Sheena and Ganondorf had been collected by a ship as they floated out at sea. Less luckily, that ship had turned out to be crewed by pirates. Superstitious pirates who immediately feared Ganondorf's height and unusual appearances and were wary of a woman's presence. They thought it better to make use of their lady prisoner and then dispose of her. They'd have had a fight on their hands if it had ever got that far. Hell to pay, certainly.

It never got that far. Though confused by what had happened, Ganondorf saw opportunity to take control. He abruptly murdered the captain at the very first instance of hostility. Brutally he dealt with any other man who challenged him. Soon, the rest of the crew followed suit. As for Sheena, he had her sent to the captain's quarters. The pirates had many ideas for what this no doubt meant for the exotic beauty. He had no plans for anything so crude. When he felt he had instilled enough fear into his crew to not go against him again, he went to go find her.

He gave a knock on the door before letting himself in.

Open seas, late 18th century | Mere hours later

[corrinesbell]

Sheena disliked being sent anywhere against her will. When he started fighting, she wanted to join in, unfazed by the saltwater bath and downright infuriated at the way the ship's crew kept looking at her like...that. Mere minutes after she decided to join Ganondorf in the fray she found herself caught in a ring of foul-smelling pirates and herded into the dead captain's personal cabin.

That's where Ganondorf found her, red-faced with anger and pacing the floor. She didn't give the door enough time to open all the way.

"What the heck were you thinking? I could've taken out half of those guys!"

[dragmire]

In truth, Ganondorf was only vaguely acquainted with the woman. He knew her from the tea shop, which he had sometimes visited. He enjoyed the peaceful atmosphere. Beyond that, he had never given much thought to the woman. But now they were here, together, in a place he instantly knew was not his own world. Never before had the Triforce felt so disconnected. It no longer had any link to its source of power. Which meant its power was now finite.

He had hoped it was this woman's world. It would make her useful at least.

"Perhaps you would have. And then the other half would have had their way with you. These men are no more than animals."

[corrinesbell]

"Not if I had anything to say about it." He had better think twice about locking her up again. "Looks like they got it wrong, too. I dunno why I expected it to work this time."

All that was left to do, she thought, was wait out the day or two days or whatever until they figured out they screwed up and dragged them all back again. While she was at it, she'd have to deal with this big guy. She remembered him as an intimidating customer, but not a troublemaker. One who barely fit in a chair.

[dragmire]

"I had heard the Malnosso once attempted such a thing." He stroked his chin as he strode towards the port window. Open seas for as far as the eye could see. He was keenly reminded of the first draft the Malnosso had sent him on.

He turned towards her again. "Is this your world?"

[corrinesbell]

Until right then, Sheena could have counted on one hand the number of times she had actually felt her heart miss a beat or two.

"No." Her eyes shifted to look at him, the rest of her frozen in place. "I thought it was yours."

[dragmire]

That expression communicated one thing to him. That this tired veteran of Luceti was surprised. More importantly, she was concerned. He was clever enough to realize that this boded poorly for them.

"... so the Malnosso have failed to return either of us to our proper home." He strode forward to the captain's desk, where a map of the Caribbean was set out. In truth, he knew nothing of navigating the sea. He'd never needed to.

"With no indication they realize their own error."

[corrinesbell]

"Or they did it on purpose." Ignoring the sounds of some kind of uproar on the deck, Sheena joined him at the map. Overseas travel was not an official duty of the Chief and in her preparations for the role, she hadn't done much study of nautical maps. The things were everywhere in Sybak though. A younger, skittish, bored ninja might have perused a few.

"I dunno if I've ever seen-" as she walked a slow circle around the desk and stopped halfway. The shapes righted, and for the second time in as many minutes she lost all control of her expression.

[dragmire]

Ganondorf fumed at the thought of this being yet another Malnosso game. He had grown weary of their games. His endgame had been to take their power from them. A return to Hyrule had been an adequate consolation prize. This was infuriating. Yet for the second time, he found himself troubled as he studied the ninja's reaction.

"What is it? What troubles you?"

[corrinesbell]

"Did you ever meet a really irritating guy named Jack Sparrow?" Barely feeling anything in her fingertips, she smoothed the edges of the map though they had no wrinkles in them. "He had one like this. The islands are almost exactly this shape, I think. It's gotta be."