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

[herotypical]

Her tone lost all boyish affectation: "You're not a--" horse.

Buffy took the time to try and properly understand the man. He was claiming the name as his own? But it was an English name, given by a Caribbean Pirate Lord to a Water Tribe warrior.

And then the voice hit her. Like an anvil to the face. Or, perhaps, a boomerang. But Buffy knew better than to trust hopes and dreams and wishes. Instead of answering him, she circled nearer. She tried to close the gap she herself had initiated.

Then, given the chance, she'd try and catch him by his hood.

[markofthewise]

He had noticed something familiar when the voice changed. But he had hardly any time to dwell on it when suddenly the odd boy was getting strangely personal and handsy. Sokka immediate swatted at the hand.

"Hey! Hey, stop that!"

The hood fell back anyway. The moon was bright enough to make it clear how obvious it was that he was not from Rohan.

[herotypical]

It had been little more than a hunch. She hauled at his hood and likely hauled altogether too roughly until the moonbeams struck Sokka's face, and then--

"Oh my God. Oh. My. G--" She was speaking English, now. And on the verge of pinching herself. In the excitement of the moment, she neglected to explain herself. Neglected to remove her helmet. Neglected to do little else but threaten to bowl him over with a hug, arms opening wide and trying to swoop firmly 'round his middle.

She, too, could have managed a better impression.

[markofthewise]

Such was the sort of days that Sokka normally had that he had long forgotten to anticipate hugs and was caught entirely by surprise. He looked around desperate for some sort of explanation, but no one in the camp seemed to notice. So he was left to feel lost and try to defuse it. Especially when the boy began to excitedly speak in gibberish.

This kid had one hell of a grip.

"... alright, I'll shoe your horse. Relax?"

[herotypical]

"You're such a sight for sore eyes," she continued to gibber-jabber. "Oh, I could kiss you. Right on the...on the everything."

But when Sokka kept speaking Rohirric, she grew wary. Perhaps he didn't remember her? Oh -- her heart sank at the prospect. However--

She released him and stepped back, pawing at her helmet (proudly tooled as it was despite her status) until she was free. It dropped to the ground; obviously, this rider was not so reverent with the trappings of office as others were wont to be. Shoes were forgotten. She focused now on clawing her knife-shorn hair out of its matted style.