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you don't know.

This is an abandoned place. A mansion. A hospital. A school. A castle. An entire town, perhaps.

There's nothing here. Just ruined masonry, rats scampering beneath floors, dust in the air and plants winding through any space they can find.

There aren't supposed to be people here.

Why are you here? Did you mean to come, looking for ghosts? Did you take a wrong turn, need to find shelter for the night? Did someone leave you here on a dare or a kidnapping attempt?

Or do you belong here, dead and supposedly empty as the walls that surround you?

thethrillof

~~(tbh, me. the sun gives me headaches.)~~

Welcome to the beach! It's a place where you do...beach-type things.

Like swimming! There's quite a lot of ocean spread out before you, crystal-clear in the shallows and the most gorgeous blue the further out you get. Just watch for stones in those shallows, and that you don't swim out too far for a lifeguard to spy if you're in trouble. And sharks, but those aren't likely to show up here...right?

And there's the beach itself, all that sand. Make a sandcastle. Make a sand town. Make a sand city. Smash it down like Godzilla! Or don't. Maybe just take a nap on it and sunbathe--but beware sunburn, and also mischievous others who might dump water on you or bury you in sand.

There's also cliffs off to the sides and jungle in the back. You could explore those...or use them to relax with one specific other, or to try to hide from the loud crowd on the sand.

Do whatever you want.

thethrillof

(art source)

Once, it was thought when one's soul glowed when in the presence of another, they were soul-mates; that is, two souls destined to love each other romantically forever. For centuries, unions were based upon this criteria and nothing more, and for centuries...many couples' lives were miserable, mismatched things, and utter hell if more than one soul glowed for another later.

Nowadays, the social sciences have more or less proven that it isn't necessarily romantic love. It can be platonic. It can be a link of shared grief, both knowing a similar loss of parents, even if they don't have a single other shared trait or 'reason' aside from being able to validate each others' feelings. It can be between destined enemies. There's no real way to tell but time.

This doesn't mean the stigma is entirely gone from public consciousness. If a pair are caught with the pale pulse in their chest, then they're going to at least be forced to meet each other more often, even if they were total strangers mere days ago.

barelythere_mayor

♪

...it's better than the name implies, honest.

There's several friendly animal residents and shopkeepers, and the Mayor's secretary is always prepared to help! Along with Mayor Jules, of course...when she's around. She's busy quite a bit of the time, it seems...

Zero Town is a beautiful place, thanks to the Beautiful Town Ordinance, so there's all sorts of flowers growing in abundance, and trees with every fruit you could imagine. It's a safe place, as well! No matter how much someone swings an axe or shovel, nobody'll get hurt. The worst that can happen between residents are rude pranks with pitfall seeds and swats with bug nets.

Anyone can visit, or even move in. It's pretty hard to move out once you do.

//catchall post based on animal crossing: new leaf! characters can be AU versions of themselves from the animal crossing universe, or this can be a jamjar-type situation. all up to you!

also: mayor jules really isn't available much, partial-self-insert and all, but make a mention in the subject line of your reply if you want her.

dustless

Frisk's a ghost.

Did you know them? Did you not? Is this some sort of an AU, or is this after the Pacifist ending?

Pick whatever you want.

collectyourfriends

"Fight me."

riskyfrisky

Cities never sleep.

Frisk does--Frisk must, since they're human and all--but not much, not at a time most would call reasonable. But they've got work in a club playing music on guitar or on DJ duties, starting in the evening, usually not heading out until the dark not long before the dawn, and they love that.

There's just something about going home then. The city's quieter, but not sleeping. Feels like they've got a finger on the city's pulse when they do that, or perhaps that they're greater than they are when they can actually hear their footsteps among the crowd on the sidewalks.

(And perhaps you'll catch them walking serenely through the dark; perhaps you'll catch them settled on a set of steps to some apartment building, playing their guitar with a cap balanced on one side for appreciative ears to toss change in, if they so please.)

boogerman

( Fireworks! )

boogerman

( I write good. )

dustless

[continued from here]

( just one yesterday )

silvermists

( every starter I write is so lazy )

dustless

( the line moves slowly into a fading light )

riskyfrisky

( because we can )

boogerman

( This is so lazy I am sorry )

frisk_to_start

The last thing they remember is a hospital--almost. The glare of harsh white lights from the ceiling, the scent of antiseptic stabbing their nose. They were looking for something, right? Something, something to find, something to collect...to...to...

Frisk's not sure. And they should be, they know this. It's almost distressing.

But the smell's gone, and the light they're seeing now is far warmer, even if it's oddly distorted. The only thing wafting into their nose is the scent of grass, and they can even feel it, prickling at their skin from far away.

Their eyes open, finally, taking in the stalks of grass framing the hole above, all tall and still, since there's no breeze own here. There's a few hits of yellow--buttercups, they remember. One of the only non-magical flowers that grow down here.

They sit up.

...They try to sit up, but their body won't respond.

* That's bad.