Multiple Settings I Hate Waiting in Another World!

[Coryen2]

Randal stared down at his phone, the battery nearly dead. He had known today was going to be tedious, but he had no idea just how bad it could be. The seat was uncomfortable, the air conditioner barely brought the room below 80 degrees, and the smell of unwashed bodies clung in the air like a brand new scented candle. Worse, today was supposed to be his day of hanging out with his friends. They were all getting ready to watch the new superhero film and then go make fun of it at their favorite Chinese buffet. But no. He just had to go and put off updating his driver's license and then get pulled over for speeding. $600 for a ticket and because it had lapsed over a year ago, he now had to retake the entire test.

Bzzzt! Bzzzt! And that would be Todd asking when he would be there...

Recipient

them

hows teh DMV?

me

Shoot me now.

them

LOL

them

how much longer?

them

we r gonna go wout u

me

It shouldn't be too much longer.

me

K. You might as well just go. I can't believe it has been 2 hours.

them

Nah. were hitn the next showing

them

Sarah forgor

me

Lol. But no, really. 3 and a half hours is messed up!

them

Frfr

them

Hey. Were heading out get here!

With a sigh, Randal typed in, "Sorry. Looks like I'm not gonna make it."

"Now serving 298"

Pulling out his ticket to remind himself of his number for the umpteenth time and seeing a sad 387, he went to hit send just as his battery jumped from five percent to zero. For a moment, Randal felt the urge to throw his phone across the room and walk out of this hell named the Department of Motor Vehicles. But the moment passed. Then, just as he was settling in to be bored to death...Bzzzt!Bzzzt!

Confused, he stared down at his dead phone.

[Text: Tired of Waiting? Yes, No]
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The screen hovered in the air like one of the many anime shows he watched. Given the choice, how could he say no?

[Text: Yes]​

 

[Nellancholy]

Mina Yohansen-Liao sighed and squinted over the rows and rows of human beings, the fluorescent light of the office building even worse for her poor, tired eyes than the sunlight on the way here was. When was the last time she had been outside her apartment building? Probably a month, thereabouts. She was subsisting just fine off the convenience store and vending machines in the lobby, as well as food deliveries paid for by the proceeds of her investments into volatile stocks and meme coins that she assisted in pumping before the inevitable rugpull. Hell, she wouldn't be out here at all, if not for the fact that...she had passed away.

Mina glanced down at the half-open clear file in her lap, on which sat a photocopy of the driver's license of Lydia Yohansen-Liao. Her mother. The unassuming sheet of paper was accompanied by Mina's own license, two years past due for renewal, as well as the pink slip of a sedan that would have been state of the art a decade and a half-ago, but was now as worn out and faded as Lydia was when she passed, and just about as resilient.

They had not met or spoken in years, and of what little material possessions Lydia had...she could leave her daughter only this.

She wasn't sure how to feel about that. She wasn't sure how to feel about anything that didn't concern her own indulgent life.

Maybe this was all she could do to process it.

She'd tied up her mop of hair into a bun, pulled on a tank top and sweatpants, and taken a bus here. Despite the air conditioning, she couldn't change the fact that she'd gotten rather sweaty just by traveling here.

She sighed, pulling out her phone and scrolling over to the Horse Girls! app. At least Potooooooo would never let her down.

Just as she was about to open it, however, a notification popped out.

Tired of Waiting?

Yes / No

Wait, where did this notification come from? She remembered the QR code she scanned at the entrance to get her turn number.

Was there a way to skip the wait? Why wasn't she told sooner? Either way, she pressed on the Yes.

 

[Gaius Danius Griinia]

Will sat in the crowded DMV while scrolling his through his Winstagram timeline for funny memes or comics. As for WHY Will was huddled in a corner at the DMV when he didn't even own a car. Mrs Peterson from next door needed to get her license renewed and Will had tagged along with her since Mr Peterson had helped Will move a shelf into his new place the previous day. Living alone as a freelance writer gave Will a lot of time to kill so doing something like this to help out the Petersons wasn't totally objectionable. Will could call himself a writer all he wanted but he really just wrote light novels on the internet. Lock half the chapters behind a reasonable paywall and people are willing to fork over their hard earned cash just to see what was next in the story. Mrs Peterson seemed to be having a long conversation with the lady behind the counter. He didn't envy her as the older woman tended to speak at length about the things she cared about, which was pretty admirable considering a lot of people were becoming cynical doomers according to the wojak meme he had just scrolled past.



Ah, this was either an incredibly detailed hallucination due to boredom or he was being invited to another world by some kind of god or something. His familiarity with the fantasy genre clued him in on how to proceed with this. Mrs Peterson walked on over to Will, passing right through the weird holographic notification like it wasn't even there. "Hey Will, turns out that husband of mine didn't renew HIS license either. He's getting a ride here with our son. So you don't have to worry about me. Are you okay to walk home or would you like a ride?" asked Mrs Peterson, jingling her keys with a smile on her face. Will was very pleased by this turn of events. He was hesitating to select YES on account of his promise to help Mrs Peterson. Now that it seemed like she'd be okay with Mr Peterson arriving shortly. It was no doubt okay for him to get yeeted to another world. His only hope was that he wasn't squished by a giant or something the moment he arrived. "No thanks Mrs Peterson, I've actually gotta go to a writers retreat. I wanted to make sure you were okay before I had to leave this afternoon. I'm sure they won't mind if I'm a little early" said Will, lying his ass off to spare Mrs Peterson any guilt once he inevitably disappeared due to the obvious magic prompt. Leaving her with a wave and hiding in another corner, Will immediately made the correct choice.

 

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• From the moment she took her seat, Kona instantly missed the soft, comfy folding of a cushion and the way a mattress held her weight. She quickly found herself leaning from side to side, shifting her body while it protested against the rough, cold metal bars against her back or the seat just malformed and bumpy enough to never quite be comfortable and just slightly below an acceptable size for her to fit in. That typical dry, minimalistic flair of a waiting room didn't help either, with so little left to distract her from the discomfort. At least the little kids had some toys for them to play with, even if they were old and dropped off in a corner.
  
  Most people around were glued to their phones, some to some other device. By the balcony there was a lady happily... well, "happily" chatting the receptionist's ear off. A little boy was distracted by his own legs bouncing up and down while his mother watched him like a hawk with a set of files in her talons, but also a gentle gaze and smile. A strong stench permeated the room, though it was quite unlike the heavy mix of cheap perfumes that Kona's older sister spread when she "forgot" to shower for a few days.
  
  For a shameless second, Kona thought about heading over to miss Mina. She was one of the people glued to their devices, but normally Kona wouldn't have hesitated to walk over for a chat. Her neighbor couldn't that much less bored in this situation than Kona herself. But she hadn't heard about her for over a month, maybe even two. She knew why, that kind of rumor spreads like wildfire. Still, Kona hadn't the faintest idea what it was like. It was scary just to think about going through such a situation. She couldn't bring herself to raise her gaze towards the woman, lest their gazes meet and a battle for the fate of the mood begin.
  
  Her throat and chest felt a little tighter, and it felt a little harder to breathe. Kona cast her gaze down and again and quickly reached into her bag, opening the bare minimum of the zip needed to do so. Her hand scrambled amidst the layer of open wrappers and occasionally bumped into the hard cover of a textbook. She searched a little harder, hearing the clacking sounds of pen and pencil that that dropped to the bottom of the bag and hit the hard seat of that chair. Nothing. There was nothing left. Her stomach growled a bit as if complaining that she got so worked up but gave it no tribute in the end.
  
  She closed her bag and opened her wallet. Her eyes were moving slowly back and forth between the vending machine and the lonely change within. She wondered how she would be able to afford to replace her tools at this rate. And if she didn't study harder she was going to have her allowance reduced again for sure. Maybe saying yes to Devan's request was a bad idea after all. Just because she got a little praise... But then, that look in his eyes... Aaaah, she hated thinking this hard. She hated exam season for putting her in a situation like this. She hated this DMV for boring her so much she just ended up thinking about all this serious stuff without meaning to.
  
  Why couldn't all this be over? Why couldn't she just get there, do whatever she needed to do, then go home and sprawl on her comfy, relaxing bed like a deflated starfish?
  
  Maybe out of some foolish morbid curiosity, she took a look at the ticket that was also inside her wallet. 417. Had they even reached 300 yet? In first place, how did these number work? Surely there couldn't be that many people here, in this r-
  
  Her thought were interrupted by a sudden noise. Just a couple seat over, the little boy that she saw earlier was kneeling on the ground bawling his eyes out. His mother was on top of him with a distressed look on her face, but from what she was saying it didn't appear as though she knew why the kid was crying either. Kona stood up and crouched near the child.
  
  "Hey, what's wrong?" She asked in the softest voice she could muster. Honestly she wasn't totally sure how to deal with children. The closest thing to them she had regular contact with was her older sister. The kid didn't give her a response, instead just persisted in his crying. A short memory of one of Kona's sketches flashed in her mind. Not entirely sure what she was doing, she grabbed the sides of her hair into pigtails. "Hey look uh... pigtails!"
  
  She wiggled the hair a little with a nervous smile. The toddler looked up, seeming more confused than anything. With an involuntary chuckle, Kona wiggled the "pigtails" again, and the little boy started giggling. Kona wasn't sure what was so amusing about this, but it seemed to be cheering him up, so she kept at it for a little while longer. Maybe boys just really liked pigtails?
  
  The boy's mother eventually managed to join in on it, though with her longer hair it seemed more like twintails than pigtails. Kona wasn't about to point that little bit out though. She was thanked before she could leave, and it seemed there wasn't anything wrong with the boy at least. The bad air and the wait were just getting to him like it would get to a lot of people here no doubt. Finally, after an eternity of waiting, the next number was announced... 298. Only 298. It was a good thing Kona was no longer doing the pigtails or might have ripped her hair out. It felt like she was stuck in purgatory, but then, when she took her seat, perhaps it was confirmed that she was.
  
  
  

  

  
  
  Something... weird was floating in front of her vision. It was like an augmented reality thing. But she didn't have any device like that... and this room didn't even have a TV let alone whatever technology was needed to project holograms. Plus nobody else was seeing it.... Something about this situation reminded her of one of those things Devan asked her to use for reference.
  
  "It couldn't be." Something that silly couldn't be happening. But well, if this thing was for giving feedback, then she would give them a piece of her mind, even if it was just the equivalent to a thumbs down on social media. She pressed the button.
  
  
  

  

  
  

  

  
  

  Artist Credit: ねく | neku on Pixiv​
• Artist Credit: ねく | neku on Pixiv

  
  From the moment she took her seat, Kona instantly missed the soft, comfy folding of a cushion and the way a mattress held her weight. She quickly found herself leaning from side to side, shifting her body while it protested against the rough, cold metal bars against her back or the seat just malformed and bumpy enough to never quite be comfortable and just slightly below an acceptable size for her to fit in. That typical dry, minimalistic flair of a waiting room didn't help either, with so little left to distract her from the discomfort. At least the little kids had some toys for them to play with, even if they were old and dropped off in a corner.
  
  Most people around were glued to their phones, some to some other device. By the balcony there was a lady happily... well, "happily" chatting the receptionist's ear off. A little boy was distracted by his own legs bouncing up and down while his mother watched him like a hawk with a set of files in her talons, but also a gentle gaze and smile. A strong stench permeated the room, though it was quite unlike the heavy mix of cheap perfumes that Kona's older sister spread when she "forgot" to shower for a few days.
  
  For a shameless second, Kona thought about heading over to miss Mina. She was one of the people glued to their devices, but normally Kona wouldn't have hesitated to walk over for a chat. Her neighbor couldn't that much less bored in this situation than Kona herself. But she hadn't heard about her for over a month, maybe even two. She knew why, that kind of rumor spreads like wildfire. Still, Kona hadn't the faintest idea what it was like. It was scary just to think about going through such a situation. She couldn't bring herself to raise her gaze towards the woman, lest their gazes meet and a battle for the fate of the mood begin.
  
  Her throat and chest felt a little tighter, and it felt a little harder to breathe. Kona cast her gaze down and again and quickly reached into her bag, opening the bare minimum of the zip needed to do so. Her hand scrambled amidst the layer of open wrappers and occasionally bumped into the hard cover of a textbook. She searched a little harder, hearing the clacking sounds of pen and pencil that that dropped to the bottom of the bag and hit the hard seat of that chair. Nothing. There was nothing left. Her stomach growled a bit as if complaining that she got so worked up but gave it no tribute in the end.
  
  She closed her bag and opened her wallet. Her eyes were moving slowly back and forth between the vending machine and the lonely change within. She wondered how she would be able to afford to replace her tools at this rate. And if she didn't study harder she was going to have her allowance reduced again for sure. Maybe saying yes to Devan's request was a bad idea after all. Just because she got a little praise... But then, that look in his eyes... Aaaah, she hated thinking this hard. She hated exam season for putting her in a situation like this. She hated this DMV for boring her so much she just ended up thinking about all this serious stuff without meaning to.
  
  Why couldn't all this be over? Why couldn't she just get there, do whatever she needed to do, then go home and sprawl on her comfy, relaxing bed like a deflated starfish?
  
  Maybe out of some foolish morbid curiosity, she took a look at the ticket that was also inside her wallet. 417. Had they even reached 300 yet? In first place, how did these number work? Surely there couldn't be that many people here, in this r-
  
  Her thought were interrupted by a sudden noise. Just a couple seat over, the little boy that she saw earlier was kneeling on the ground bawling his eyes out. His mother was on top of him with a distressed look on her face, but from what she was saying it didn't appear as though she knew why the kid was crying either. Kona stood up and crouched near the child.
  
  "Hey, what's wrong?" She asked in the softest voice she could muster. Honestly she wasn't totally sure how to deal with children. The closest thing to them she had regular contact with was her older sister. The kid didn't give her a response, instead just persisted in his crying. A short memory of one of Kona's sketches flashed in her mind. Not entirely sure what she was doing, she grabbed the sides of her hair into pigtails. "Hey look uh... pigtails!"
  
  She wiggled the hair a little with a nervous smile. The toddler looked up, seeming more confused than anything. With an involuntary chuckle, Kona wiggled the "pigtails" again, and the little boy started giggling. Kona wasn't sure what was so amusing about this, but it seemed to be cheering him up, so she kept at it for a little while longer. Maybe boys just really liked pigtails?
  
  The boy's mother eventually managed to join in on it, though with her longer hair it seemed more like twintails than pigtails. Kona wasn't about to point that little bit out though. She was thanked before she could leave, and it seemed there wasn't anything wrong with the boy at least. The bad air and the wait were just getting to him like it would get to a lot of people here no doubt. Finally, after an eternity of waiting, the next number was announced... 298. Only 298. It was a good thing Kona was no longer doing the pigtails or might have ripped her hair out. It felt like she was stuck in purgatory, but then, when she took her seat, perhaps it was confirmed that she was.
  
  
  

  

  
  
  Something... weird was floating in front of her vision. It was like an augmented reality thing. But she didn't have any device like that... and this room didn't even have a TV let alone whatever technology was needed to project holograms. Plus nobody else was seeing it.... Something about this situation reminded her of one of those things Devan asked her to use for reference.
  
  "It couldn't be." Something that silly couldn't be happening. But well, if this thing was for giving feedback, then she would give them a piece of her mind, even if it was just the equivalent to a thumbs down on social media. She pressed the button.
  
  
  

  

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[Shoya]

Sora sat in one of the crooked chairs, watching videos of top 10 best cars of all time. He makes a mental note of the names, sighing as he looks around the crowded room.

Seriously, how do they expect anyone to buy a car in a place like this?

Sora already knew the truth to his question. He was here because nobody of his family could know. Coming from a wealthy famiy, he was given many privileges a boy still in school wouldn't normally get, such as a car. Only problem was, that he might have crashed his. The accident itself wasn't even the issue, it was how the accident happened.

"Street racing? Are you stupid? You're the heir to blah blah blah"

He couldn't remember much after that. As punishment, he wasn't given another car. Fortunately for him, he was in the perfect place.

Yes, sitting in this crowded room of commoners will be worth it when I leave here with the best car.

He grins to himself in his delusion.

"Excuse me mister, I couldn't help but notice you never got a number, if you'd like assistance, I'd be more than glad to help you."

He turns to see a lady, probably about the age of his mother, smiling at him. She has her arm extended in the direction of a machine against a wall. The machine itself has a line of people in front of it. Sora was shocked, but embarassed by the lady.

"No need, I'll get it myself"

He gets in the line, slowly, and I mean very slowly, making his way to the front. There, he pressed the buttons and answered all the questions about him with ease. When asking for the purpose of his visit, he was surprised there was no "buy car" option, but wrote it under the "other" option. The machine spits out a slip of paper with a number on it.

I see...

His mind immediately thinks of the auctions he used to accompany his father to. Could it be, that to buy a car, it's auction only? Excellent, this will make it easier to see which cars are highly desired! He was confident he could outbid anyone on this side of town, even without the full backing of his family name.

"Now that you have a number, feel free to take a seat and wait until your number is called." the lady says, seeing that he now had his number.

"Sure, do you know when the auctions start? I don't want to wait much longer"

"Auctions?" the lady gives him a puzzled look

....................

Were the numbers not for the car auction? What's going on?

"It's just your number so they can call you up to the desk, that's all." she says, giving him an awkward grin. She too was seemingly confused by his question.

Sora takes a sigh deep enough to challenge a black hole.

I guess I should sit down then...

"Thank you very much miss." he says, giving her a brief bow before walking back to the seat he was at, only to find it taken by someone else.

Before he could even think of something to say, a panel appeared before him.

​

Tired of wai-

He didn't even finish reading it before immediately pressing the yes button

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[strawberryspiral]

It’s been exactly seven days since Gabriel last sat in this seat. Half expecting to be pushed out the door the moment he walked into the fluorescently lit building. He stares down at cheap tile, legs bouncing with unspent energy and looming anxiety. How many times would he have to take his driver’s test before finally passing? Would this be the last? He sure hoped so, last time had been a total fluke he’d have passed if not for Alex. His boneheaded best friend of ten years had told him it was acceptable to drive ten over or under the speed limit, not expecting Gabriel to actually believe him.

He’d never forgive him, the driving instructor had treated him like a total idiot. The elderly balding old man had practically had a stroke with a foaming mouth and cherry red face. Apparently, driving ten over in a school zone during noon was a finable offense, he almost didn’t believe the old man. It was during school after all, almost noon! Any kids roaming around outside of school during that time were probably skipping anyways, Gabriel knows because he’d done the same himself. When he’d tried to tell the instructor- Jerry just as much, the wrinkled man looked like he wanted to strangle him.

Gosh, Gabriel hopes he doesn’t get Jerry again, the guy kept giving him weird looks because of the cherry vanilla smell in his car. Not his fault- Alex really liked his inhalable chapstick scents. Have you ever tried to pry a vape away from the lips of an neurotic college student? Nearly impossible, asking for death really. There’s a waft of sweat and mildew, like someone’s been bathing with their dogs under the high noon sun. Gabriel is lucky enough to have a little tube of roll on lavender essential oil in his pocket. Lathering the scent on to his inner wrists, neck, and just under his nose to cover the offensive stench. He’d seen some stuff on mental health forums about lavender supposedly calming the brain or some shit, and he was too desperate to turn his nose at the advice.

Gabriel couldn’t complain about his best friend's constant vaping- at least Alex had a license, the guy could merge into traffic successfully without having panic attacks. He’s not so lucky, for some reason everytime he gets behind the wheel his hands get all clammy. Then the car starts to get claustrophobic, warm, and it’s so bright- the light of the sun makes him so damn dizzy.
If he could, Gabriel would walk the world with saturation on half power and contrast as low as possible.

Seeing in shades of gray didn’t seem so bad when bright lights and colors give you migraines that make you see lines and stars. But according to Dr. Jeffy the new medication should hopefully take that nasty anxious migraine away. Hopefully, he’s right, Gabriel’s sick of walking everywhere. There’s way too many dark alleys and rabid raccoons in his neighborhood, he doesn’t feel very safe coming home from work at night. Has to play the most generic pop music to take his mind off the potential of becoming a true crime statistic or heavy metal to hype himself up just in case someone does try him.

The plastic chair he sits in is just as uncomfortable as he remembered, and the tiny ticket with a number feels like a load of lead in his pocket. “Now serving 299!” A voice rises above the sound of fax machines, copiers, and the soft buzz of bright white overhead lights.

Gabriel has to squint as he watches one of the people sitting a few rows ahead of him rise out of their seat with a folder in hand. He resituates himself in his chair, head lolling back against the seat as he considers selling his soul to make the next couple of hours speed by faster. Eyes slowly blinking shut as he pulls the hood of his school spirit jacket over shut lids with a heaving breath. Just as he begins to drift off, mind wandering into a fantastical world so opposite of this one he has no room to be bored- his phone buzzes.

A hand goes to grab the ancient off brand blackberry he’s been using in his newly deceased cellphone’s stead. As soon as he unlocks it a blinking message comes to life across the screen, some sort of update from the DMV about his place in line probably…

Thumb hovers over both options for the briefest moment before he shrugs, selecting the most obvious answer. Who in their right mind wants to wait for anything? Gabriel wants to get this test drive over as soon as possible. So, he taps the little box, once, twice, and even a third time.

 

[BuggaBoo]

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CoCo - The Wheel Woman

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At the DMV. For other reasons...

A gloved hand trembled as it held the chit. Blue eyes clouded over, eyebrows slanting downwards, skewing fine tan features.

She had to do a double take. The big sign held flickering numbers like a cheap alarm clock outta the 80s. What used to be bright red had enough vim and vigour to still mock her loud and clear. Despite barely having enough lights to keep it barely bright enough in overcast daylight skies, the numbers formed 299. The chit she held started with the number 4-- awww, hell naw!! CoCo didn't even bother to read the rest. It was like winning the shit sandwich lottery; any number drawn was a winner and would force you to eat a shit sandwich.

"Un-freakin'-believable... My gosh. Only at the freakin' DMV..." the big woman let out an extended disdaining scoff before flipping the chit over and slamming it against the floor-to-ceiling window, shaking it like a windstorm. With her other hand she clicked the end of her fancy assed ballpoint pen, extending out the fine super-smooth roller ball tip. Her premium imported black ink #4 scrawled over the back of the ragged sheet of paper.

When done, she tucked her pen back into its special velvet lined hardcased container and pocketed it. The chit she shoved down her croptop and into her bra. A subtle glance brought blue eyes sparkling as they peered over her shoulder. There were more important numbers than the one she held starting with that accursed 4-- Bruh! 299? I'mma be here till next Tuesday! Sheesh! --and so CoCo really wasn't here to settle fines and fees to renew her plates.

No, not when she worked here. The big inked woman's heart sped up, pupil's dilated when she glanced over at the girl behind the standing desk. Well, not so much a girl since CoCo found out that she was 4 yrs older than CoCo herself but still, she had the best girl-like features. A full on-bob complete with poofy fringes. Big dark eyes with naturallly bushy dark lashes perfectly framed by her horn-rimmed glasses. Animated eyebrows that complemented that smiling mouth and hint of a giggle in her voice. Freckles danced high up on her cheeks, pink and warm, not to mention a small lovingly smatter powdering across the bridge of her nose . Oh and how it melted CoCo's heart when that little button nose scrunched when she laughed. And man that fit was tight and clean. An argyle sweater vest over a white blouse, complete with a cheezy bolo tie. Plaid skirt and white stockings tipped with black Burkies? What else. So adorable and soooooooooo wanted to just eat her allllll up!

Blue eyes popped wide when they made contact with her crush's scintilating dark ones. CoCo's jaw dropped... She smiled...? At m-meee...? The girl giggled and broke eye contact by slowly closing her eyes and turning her cheek. But oh, CoCo was sold. Normally, the big inked and pink-headed woman had problems approaching other women. Actually it wasn't the approach; it was when she got there right in front of them. She either forgot what to say or just got tongue-tied. Either way it always ended in a humilating retreat.

But something about today... A deep mettle-steeling breath she took and stretched all the way up to her full 6'2" frame. She licked the tips of her glove fingers before reaching up to slick down her eyebrows. Loose pink strands she tucked behind an ear. She cupped her hand and breathed into it and inhaled it right afterwards. An affirming nod. Yeah she was clean, sexy and hot to trot all right.

"Now Serving 300!"

That was her cue. Past the immediate line she strode, shoving a bit if she had to get her big tan frame past the masses of humanity. Over 200lbs of muscly goodness and full-on woman would not be denied. Abruptly she cut in front of the line and leaned both elbows upon the standing desk. A smirk pulled up at the corner of her mouth as she slowly slid her eyes upward to catch the gaze of the shocked little dark haired, bespectacled cutie.

"Hi. Eyo. Would you please help a girl out? Please? What number did you call out again--"

"Ummmm ex-CUSE me! Miss! I was in line and you butt--mrrrprhhphhhh--" CoCo caught him by the face, squeezed and tossed him away, squealing in indignation.

"Hi... ummm sorry, miss but you do have to get back in line and come back when your number is called," it was going sideways. Her crush did not seem impressed. In the least.

"Right. Eyo, I'm glad we agree. Here," without breaking cadence nor eye contact, the big woman reached a gloved hand into her bra and slipped the chit into her crush's little pale hand, "You can call my number anytime..."

Annoyance turned to curiosity and finally when she read CoCo's name and cell number, curiosity turned into a full blushed flattered smile and fanning of her face.

CoCo turned without a word and marched away. They say shoot your shot when you get the chance. Direct hit. Mission Accomplished.

Despite currently partaking in her family's criminal activities-- ahem 'family business', she still had a soft heart. A hand she reached out and pulled up the man she tossed down but heartbeats ago. "Bruh. Sorry about that. I have an annoying nervous tic."

"Your tic is grabbing people by the face and tossing them down? Annoying tic? It sure annoyed me! Hahahahah!"

"Eyo you should see my tic at the bar. My foot has to kick testes," CoCo smiled appreciatively at the fella. He was so easy-going and let things slide, "What's your name fella?"

"Vincent. Vincent Ram. Like the truck I shoulda got instead of our piece of crap mini-van. Always needs work."

"Hi! I'm CoCo. Eyo, here--" CoCo fished out a wrinkled and ragged business card, "--my cousins have an automotive shop. Bring it by. Tell 'em 'Bunny' sent you. Tell ''em you a family man. They gunna hook you up, kay?"

"Wow. Sure, sure. Thanks!" A fist bump sealed that bygones were bygones.

The big woman smiled, nodded then headed to the door to go a for little victory 4:20. But before she could push the door open her phone chimed away. Funny... I thought I had you on silent...

A querelous look she gave at first. But then tan face lit up with recognition. The big inked up woman giggled and bounced up and down. Yeah that's right all 6'2", 210lbs of CoCo giggled and bounced up and down like a little girl. But it was warranted. She just got the most fanciest reply ever since she started shyly giving her number to a crush. Not too shabby if she did say so herself.

CoCo squealed and bit her lower lip. Trembling with excitement she bit down on a glove tip and yanked it off her hand. A mettle-steeling breath she took before deciding which button to press.

​

Yeah it was a no brainer she would pick; YES!!

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[Coryen2]

Supreme ruler.
They have accepted.
Shall I begin?
...
Understood.
Beginning assessment.
Genetic anomaly detected.
Correcting.
...
Yes, Supreme ruler.
Skipping power selection.
Advancing mutation.
Subdividing.
Error.
System analysis.
...
Negative, Supreme ruler.
...
But, sir...
...
Yes. Supreme ruler.
Activating spatial jaunt.
Alert.
Failure of Spatial jaunt targeting detected.
Alert.
Rapid Acceleration detected.
Alert.
Subjects regaining consciousness.
Alert.
Alert.
Alert.
...
Negative, Supreme ruler.
...
Negative, Supreme ruler.
...
Negative, Supreme ruler.
...
Acknowledged.
Initiating display.



Planet name:
RESTRA
Classification:
TELLURIC
Designation:
HOSTILE
...
Yes, Supreme ruler.
Refining image parameters.
Narrowing lens.
Locating target.


Landing point determined.
Subjects approaching location.
Alert.
Acceleration detected.
Alert.
Time to impact.
22 seconds,
21 seconds.
20 seconds.
...
Scanning.
Hostiles in location.
Estimated time to arrival.
8 minutes.
Time to impact.
12 seconds.
11 seconds.
10 seconds.
...
Genetic knowledge transmitted.
Time to impact.
3 seconds.
2 seconds.
1 second.
Impact detected.​

 

[Nellancholy]

A sensation that could have best been described as the formation of a storm swept away the still, murmuring air of the DMV. Or maybe it was Mina that was swept away, leaving everything else behind. A vortex of blue and purple enveloped her, overtaking her gaze for a moment.

Her eyelids fluttered and her nostrils flared, a strange sensation building in her gut. Were she the adventurous type, she might perhaps recognize it as the distinctive tension and kick in one's gut that preceded a sharp vertical acceleration.

In this case, a fall.

The blur of color before her eyes resolved into an alien landscape, foliage and soil and clouds all pink and purple.

Did something happen at the DMV?

Was she dead?

Why was she dead?

Where was she?

All those questions flew out of her mind as if her body's velocity outpaced them, faced with the very real possibility that the sudden acceleration would soon be followed by an overly sudden deceleration.

What could she do?

What could she do?

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-"

"-hurgh, ourgh, ohmah, ohmah-" Even her "oh my god"s were drowned out by her unavoidable physiological response.

"-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" Something was coming.

In a matter of seconds, the ground came up, or she came down. She didn't even have time to close her eyes-

The tension in her stomach resolved, bubbling up in a huge, resounding burp.

A blast of orange flame erupted from Mina's face, igniting the foliage beneath her. This conflagration was followed by an upwards gust of hot air, slowing Mina's momentum and sending her tumbling head over heels to the side, landing hard but none the worse for wear compared to what would happen otherwise.

"Ugh, what just...haa...ahh..." She wasn't out of the woods just yet. The downy spores of some of the plants she landed on, combined with the smoke, tickled her nose.

"Ah-choo!" With a loud sneeze, a fireball flew forth, setting a nearby bush on fire. The first fire she set was already burning out, thankfully not spreading too far.

However, the burning bush would provide enough of an updraft for at least one other person to land safely...

 

[Gaius Danius Griinia]

Will immediately felt himself falling, the hard sensation of the ground vanishing from under him. His eyes felt a stinging sensation as if attempting to adjust to harsh sunlight. Rubbing both of them to try and gain some understanding of what was going on. Will began plummeting to the ground below. Noticing that his body was beginning to accelerate towards the strange world below. His mind began racing as he wondered just how he was going to avoid becoming a massive stain on the rocky terrain. Unfortunately there didn't seem to be any sort of godlike entity waiting to usher him into his new world. Nor did he get to simply wake up under a tree or something. Will was at serious risk of dying mere moments after choosing to go to another world. At the rate he was falling, he had abysmally low chances of survival. Hence why his mind was scrambling to come up with any sort of concrete plan to keep himself from dying.

Noticing a few sturdy plants sticking up like trees. An idea came to Will's mind that seemed straightforward enough. Tucking his limbs in to decrease drag on his body. Will instinctively allowed a two foot segmented spike to push itself out from his forearm. Utilizing it to hook onto the weird tree, he greatly slowed his descent but pulled himself into a somersault that ended up with him splayed out on the ground. After a while of feeling like he was going to die. Will got up and noticed that the strange bone protrusion was still there. "Okay so instead of a fantasy world with elves, I'm on an alien planet. I don't have a cheat skill but I DO have a means of defending myself. Small blessings are still blessings. Guess I'd better figure out the lay of the land" said Will, watching the spike retract back into his arm.

 

[BuggaBoo]

---

CoCo - The Wheel Woman

​

In another world for whatever reasons...

So it all was just a dream.

Okay, just ride it out...

Yeah. There was no way in hell she would spend her morning at the DMV. And for what? To hit on some random chica? It really was laughable wasn't it?

You fine. Girl, just ride it out...

Yeah right. And how the hell did she plot, execute and succeed in rizzing up that little biteable cutie? CoCo had never ever conceived nor followed through with anything close to such legit success in the past? Definitely only happened in her dreams.

You gon' wake up and it'll be okay...

So now here she was high up in the air. Falling. Failing. Again.

That weightless, plummeting feeling like when you downhill on a rollercoaster wasn't bad; it was to be expected actually. And truth be told the big inked up woman loved that good, good feeling when riding MX up a dirt ramp and floating 250 ft up in the air mid jump. And besides, CoCo had so many falling dreams that were teased out by her big brained cousin leading to the conclusion that all her falling dreams were related to stress and anxiety over failure.

And it made sense; that bad, bad weightless, helpless feeling was also present whenever she started to feel overwhelmed in life. Especially on the interpersonal and social level. But damned if this wind blasting her face and body wasn't so OP. It actually hurt her eyes and so she squinted to try to see if this was a place she had fallen into some other time in her dreams.

A few heartbeats after registering that the land below held a definitely unfamiliar scape yet definitely undeniable gorgeous pink and purple cast to it, she had to hold her hand up to her face and stare through the slits between gloved fingers. The wind was mad strong and the big inked up woman felt weirdoy weird now. Not weird as in 'Oh, I'm lucid dreaming' but more like from something internal. Visceral. Primal. Yeah something was definitely different about her in this dream.

And she saw that there also seemed to be a couple of people falling in her dream too?! Just ahead of her. Wait. Wut? This never happens!!

She couldn't make out who they were or even if they were tryna yell or talk to her; the wind was much too good to deny her that. Chills made of suspension of disbelief-breaking shivers tickled their way down her spine as she recollected a memory.

There was that weird reply from glasses wearing cutie... With the 'Yes' or 'No' button. Wait... What was the question again?

Blue eyes popped open wide and instantly she rummaged for it. If it was there then this was a dream. If it was there then this was a just dream. If it's there then this is a just dream... Pleeeeeese...!

A memory of giving it to the man. The family man. 'Ram' was it? Whatever the case, no. No, the business card in her pocket was not there.

Coralina Coneja Vasquez-Lowry, 'Bunny' to her friends, fam and gangbanger allies back home, opened her mouth to scream and die.

Yeah but no. Fate had other plans.

WHHHHOOOOOOSHHHH!!

The ground beneath her instantly caught flame and immolated all manner of fauna and flora directly beneath her. The ensuing updraft of heat and smoke singed her nose and ears but well worth the price of allaying her death-by-splatter screams and inevitable death by splatter itself. In fact, she watched transfixed as the other person before her Nellancholy lifted and launched right past her back up into the air as if in slow motion. A heartbeat later, CoCo herself was lifted and launched but in the opposite direction.

Broken out of her stupor now and in full belief that this really was really happening, the big woman reached out in desperation. She grunted loudly once gloved hands caught a frond of some gigantic flowering, towering fern and held on for dear life. If she really thought this was a dream then she would have just let fate take the wheel and free fall 50 ft to the ground... And ended up breaking several bones and ruining several joints too. Possibly even permanently crippling herself or never even able to walk ever again.

Nope. Instead she made good use of her countless hours of training inside and out of gyms, dojos and life itself. That and she was just one hella unbreakable bitch; 'Persistence is my existence' was her life's motto. And 'You can quit when you are dead' was one of La Famillia's favourite sayings too.

Hand over hand she made her way to the trunk(?) of the gigantic flowering, towering fern thingie. From there she stood on a ridge of its protruding scale-like bark. Blue eyes narrowed, tan nose crinkled as she sniffed, scouted and scoured the immediate land, trying to get a bearing and triangulating her position in wherever-- what-the-freakin'-ever --this place was supposed to be. Several flailing others descended from the sky. From here she could hear their screams as they suffered the same fate as her. A sigh. A nod. The big tan muscle head decided to wait and see where they literally hit ground before she descended to go check if they were still alive. And help.

Yes, CoCo was a criminal, a downright nefarious and infamous Wheel Woman in certain circles, and yet still she had been given a second chance in this-- Where the actual eff in the face am I right now?! Is that a giant marbled purple daisy? Is it swaying or dancing? Is that what the actual eff in the face that thing supposed to be doing?! --but that was all besides the point for she had been given a second chance here and now.

That feeling of being different inside. Viceral. Primal. Yeah, she knew exactly what she had to do now when she found ground zero of the others' landing sites. She had been given a second chance and so she intended to pay it forward.

​

---

 

[strawberryspiral]

All he does is blink, one small action of no consequence. Or so he thought, because suddenly he’s endlessly falling. Literally barreling through a sky of blurred pastel purple and cotton candy pink clouds. If he weren’t descending to his death he might even find it beautiful, perfectly fitting to his own aesthetic tastes. But he doesn’t have time to admire the sky, or notice the strange purple sphere peeking over the horizon in the distance.

Head over heels the drop of death is halted by hitting one branch after another, catching along his knit sweater. This isn’t how he’d thought he’d go, body nothing but a red paint splatter on the hard ground of some foreign land. But, then again, Gabriel never thought he’d make it past the age of eighteen, so did it really matter? That’s what he gets for trying to get his life together. A guy couldn’t even just go out to get his damned driver’s license anymore, what’s the world coming too?

One after another tree limbs slapping against his face, and torso- hitting with sharp impact repetitively, all he can do is squeeze his eyes shut. Grunting out in pain with the impacts until he comes face to face with the ground- ready for death. Just as it approaches, maybe ten feet above ground there’s this lurching in his stomach, his body tilts forward, but his feet remain sound. Legs uprighting themselves so he’s no longer falling, but standing with his feet held firmly along a thick tree trunk. Body almost parallel to the lush landscape of purple and fuschia shrubbery below, a surprised gasp leaves his lips.

“Am I floating, or something?” He looks to his feet and the sinking feeling in his stomach seems to settle some, Gabriel takes one step after the other. Walking slowly down the side of the tree trunk, defying whatever existed gravity itself.

As he nimbly touches the ground, his head spins with the impossibilities he’s found himself suddenly facing. First off the world he finds himself is not Earth, can’t be- Gabriel swallows, unless this has all just been a simulation, then it could be possible. Or he fell asleep in that chair at the DMV, fell back and conched his head so hard his brain is feeding him this as some sort of unconscious fever dream.

That’s more likely, he’ll go with that then. Not real, this can’t be real-

“Aaaah!”

A distant scream, followed by rambling exclamations of disbelief, startle him so much he stumbles backwards, almost landing flat on his butt. Until, that same lurching feeling pulls at the center of his stomach, and he’s able to pull his body back into standing upright, so unlike his usual clumsiness. Gabriel swallows at the lump forming in his throat, deeply unnerved by his sudden perfect balance.

“Ah-Choo!” A bright ball of flames lights up some vegetation alight several yards away, further within the field of colorful plants. As he watches another figure fall from the sky, hovering to a stop just above the sizzling air of the bushes on fire.

Eyes glancing over the strangers with confusion, he crouches down in the cover of some massive magenta shrubs. Deciding to hide away from whatever just made that ungodly shriek and fire, out of nothing but fear of the unknown. Like a prey hiding from its looming predator he takes refuge in the underbrush, hoping to draw as little attention to himself as possible.

 

[Shoya]

Sora​

Sora hit the button and instantly felt the ground disappear beneath him, like if he had clipped out of reality and now stuck in some pocket dimension. He blinks, finding his new strange surroundings. Not that he could think much as 90% of his brain was now in a state of panic at the fact he was free falling straight at the ground with nothing to slow him down, and the sound of wind torpedoing through his ears.

"NOT LIKE THISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS"

Did I piss off a deity? Is this a punishment from my ancestors? Did father hire someone to drug me and bring me home?

He ponders his incoming death as a strange feeling grows within him. It's like his body was... pulsing. It was almost as there was something inside of him wanting out, or a bluetooth speaker in his organs. Before he realized it, his body had begun to morph. Thankfully it wasn't painful, but a jarring sight none the less as his his arms grew longer, as well as some feathers.

WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME OH GOD I HOPE THIS IS JUST A HALLUCINATION PLEASE DON'T TELL ME THIS IS MY BODY NOW

Now fully shifted into a bird of some kind, he flaps his wings around as fast as possible to little success. Calming down, he realizes he can simply hold his wings out and glide down.

I'll worry about learning how to fly once I'm on the ground. For now, this will do.

As he glides down in a circle, he takes a moment to look at the surrounding area of where he'd land, finally taking in the strange pink land.

Just where in the world, or off the world, am I? How strange...

He eventually lands near some people he saw when he was up above.

"Hello? Do you happen to know where we are?" he says, before the thought comes to him.

I am a bird. Am I even speaking human to them? Please tell me I can revert.

He closes his eyes and focuses on that pulsing feeling that he felt when he was in the sky. In that moment, his body slowly shifted back into a human one. He lies on the floor like a mat, sighing of relief that he wasn't stuck as a bird from now on.