Problems! Post how your character would "solve" them. Best answer gets a cookie.

1.) You wake up. It's too dark to see, but by feel you can tell you're trapped in a box.

Go back to sleep. If the problem persists, eat the box.

Hmm... Gilly would probably freak out at first. Trapped in the darkness, unable to see, it could bring back unpleasant flashes, memories of something best not remembered. Once she stopped hyperventilating and calmed down, she'd first feel around the box, trying to feel an exit or a door in the corners and walls. If she couldn't, she'd probably sit around for a while, waiting, until she started worrying about running out of air. At that point, she'd call water to herself, and then try to break the walls with some high-pressure jet-enhanced palm strikes. She wouldn't call for help until the very end though. Her experiences taught her that asking for help brings punishment, or even change... Change is bad.

Lol. XD Nice job, crew. Today's winner is Maeve--One cookie for Will.

Problem 2.) A coworker or peer that your character has known for a long time (and whom is for whatever reason horribly romantically incompatible with them) asks them out on a date.

Depends why he's getting rejected. If he's a fairly nice guy, I'd explain/lie that I have intimacy issues that might manifest in screaming and assault. If he was a jerk, though, I would accept... and then use my powers to make sure he frequently meets things that terrify him on his date, and then feed on his horror.

"I'm soooo sorry! I had no idea that you were terrified of clowns and fire! If I'd known, I would have taken us somewhere other than Cirque Volcanique, and I definitely wouldn't have splurged on front row seats. Oh! Check out that flaming jester!" Om nom nom...

Also, after I had my fill of his emotions, I'd tell him that I didn't think things would work out between us. If he bothered me about why, I'd drop hints about him not being man enough for me.

Too quote something I read... I'll fuck anything once.

Lol. Excellent job guys--Will wins again for amusing me more, but Chris presented a strong second place for bringing entirely new meaning to the phrase "sadistic soul sucking ex girlfriend".

3.) It hasn't rained--at all-- for almost a year. All the plants are dying, including food crops.

At first... Travel around town. Write articles about the danger of a new dust bowl, a return to the great depression. Spread images of starvation through the minds of people, and guide the population towards panic and fear. A girl should do her duty to her court, right?

Of course, I'm not a bad person, so once the population is filled with delicious terror for me to harvest for power, I'd use my faculty with water to attempt to figure our and solve the problem. One of the abilities I plan on getting quickly (four dot elemental) actually lets me summon water from the ground, and if I could use that without being seen, I could probably help, at least locally. I'd also use another power, the first dot of eternal autumn, to bring plants, or parts of them, to a harvest-ready, fully ripe state. I can actually use that for free if the plants are mine, no ones, or I have permission, so once again, I could help a lot of people, as long as they were willing to let me in, not ask any questions, and STAY. QUIET. My ability to wither plants (eternal autumn 2-dots) could come in handy for discouraging nasty little gossips, yessss...

If the problems stayed way too long, or they seemed to be unnatural, I'd talk to other members of the autumn court. A drought could well be the work of Summer, and we can't let those unsubtle buggers get out of hand, risking all our work and stealth, no, teach them a lesson, keep away, Follow Nature, keep the freehold safe...

Buy up aproximately 5 million worth of foodstuffs, particularly non-parishables an stockpile them to profit from the starving people. Profiteering, how else does one maintain a proper lifestyle. If the drought continues, use the profits earned to buy what little is left and sell at a higher profit margin. Rinse and repeat. Also, buy water rights thus controlling the little agriculture, thus being able to re-institute a legal form of slavery, the proper place of all those yokels.

Oh and While this drought is occuring, move somewhere else. Screw you guys, I'm going home.

(This post was deleted by me. The guy who wrote it. Will be re-edited at a later date.)

Point to Chris, for the character quirkage. XD And welcome back Benben!

4) Suddenly in the middle of class, work, church, or some other blatantly public place all your character's clothes disappear.

Short story form today!


"Oh. Oh god. no no no no no not good..." Gilly muttered. Suddenly, she realized that there were a couple other people in the room, too. "STOP LOOKING! Get out!" she yelled, while attempting to cover herself up as best she could. Memories stirred, and she half expected them to ignore her words and demand a dance, but the few people there reddened and left immediately. Hurriedly, Gilly reached into her core and poured out a coat of water, even as she swiftly disassembled that ugly plastic bush her boss had insisted on placing in the room.

A few seconds later, a girl, wearing only a dress that seemed to be made of partially see-through plastic, or maybe water with a few leaves from one of the fake trees suspended in it, dashed out of the jellyfish room of the aquarium. An older man, who seemed to recognize her, called at her to stop and explain himself, even as she ran towards him, only to find himself lying dazed on the ground a few seconds later, minus a rather spiffy sports jacket. He blinked twice, then mumbled something about hoping that she had a good explanation.

Gilly ran into the washroom exactly forty-three seconds after finding her clothes missing. Tearing herself a few long strips of paper towel, she quickly fabricated herself something that could pass for a pair of tight shorts, put on the oversized jacket, and then used the door of a stall to open a door to somewhere... special. Anyone who could vanish everything she wore that easily... well, that could be something it wasn't wise to fight, at least not in public. Gilly shuddered for a second at the thought of where she was heading, but at least she was familiar with the hedge in the area. Better the devil you know, after all.

After hearing the commotion and screams, Anne swiftly ran to where Gilly had been last. She wasn't exactly friends with the odd girl, but she was a hard worker, and she just seemed so alone sometimes that you wanted to help her out. She followed the trail of shocked, blushing faces and clearly confused people to the washroom, and opened the door just in time to see what looked like a blue foot vanishing into a stall. When she went to look, though, all she saw was a wet mark on the floor.

END

Well, bloody hell... they normally don't just disapear without my permission. And now of all times, couldn't wait till Rev. McCulken had finished. Well it would be improper to leave before mass had concluded, and papi would die from a heart attack if I just stayed here like this. Well, if I left I'd miss out on all the fun from causing the poor uptight school marms apolexy.
Hmm... Mildred, she's always complaining bout Jessi, plus shes close to my heigth. Yes, she'll do perfectly.
A touch here and ah, just perfect you couldn't forget that nose if you tried.
Well, identity concealed, and I'm safe from procecution, guess I'll just lean back and get around to actually listening to the sermon. Wonder how my dear McCulken would this. Think I'll go visit him in the rectory afterwords, he splutters so wonderfully when you come onto him.
Ahhh, it really is much more relaxing to be able to listen this way, none of that constricting fabric. Just wish the little voyeaur that stole them had taken the heels, my feet are killing me.
Well, imagine that, someone actually called it in. Couldn't they atleast wait for the close of the sermon, seems to be one of his better ones. Looks like its time to turn the crazy up.
Um, excuese me sir, my clothes... They seem to have vanished. Uhuh, yes I know clothes don't just vanish but I'm sure I was wearing something more than Heels when I walked up to the pews, maybe giant moths, they eat fabric don't they.
Fine, Fine, I'll come down to the station with you, but I want your pants first, would wan tto startle any children would we. Mind you, I don't think the little boys in the crowed would mind. You know, you don't have to avert your eyes, I don't mind, it's just plain creepy trying to talk to someone that refuses to meet your eyes, makes one believe that their hiding something. Is there something you want to tell me, I promise I don't bite.
Mildred Boyd, Social Security number 62273410, anything else you need, oh address, 476 Chestnut Street. Well see you in the morning.
Looks like Morri's gonna have to eat at Alices tonight.
Guess I'll go to sleep till James Mcstuffypants goes home, would it have killed him to give clothes that actaully fit. Just cause I wasn't clothed at mass, doesn't mean I'm not a clothes horse.
Why does mass have to be so early, it's gonna be a long day till I can use my 'gifts' to spring myself, blood cameras. Least I'm in a private cell, makes it that much easier.
And plus, This goes on Mildred's permenant record, hell leaving early will bump it up a couple steps, he servers her right for taking that pot shot at jessi, made him jumpy for a couple days.

I'll give the others a little longer to answer this... But both of you get a cookie. Short story mode=awesome. Well written too.

I apparently need to model more of my problem solving exercises after stereotypical dreams one has in high school, these responses were great...

Belated point for Johnjohn too for his last post. XP I'm going to go ahead and put another scenario down, but the focus for me and ya'll both will probably~ be other parts of the site. If not now than very shortly.

Your character meets a person on the side of the street who happens to look exactly identical to them. Eerie.

Gilly looked across the street and stared at herself.

The resemblance wasn't perfect. The personality was all wrong. The other girl walked like she hadn't a care in the world, laughing along with a friend, while Gilly hurried home, always glancing nervously at doorways and windows. The other girl's hair, eyes, and even posture were radically different, and a stranger would likely have pegged them as cousins, not twins. Gilly could tell, though. The other girl wore her face.

Within a few seconds, Gilly had turned around, and was following her imperfect double. The other girl didn't seem to be in any hurry, but she was clearly going somewhere, more focused on the path she was taking then her surroundings. At a glance she appeared to be heading towards a small, local theater. Gilly decided to cut through a narrow alley nearby, the mouth of which faced the theater, but had a hiding spot behind an old wooden sign, long-forgotten. As she walked over, she swiped a bottle of water from one of the local merchants.

"See! I told you we'd have plenty of time if we cut through the park!" said the girl with Gilly's face. "Honestly, I don't see why you get so neurotic about timing these days."

"I've told you what a hard-ass our director is" her friend, a younger girl with black hair and fair skin responded. "You should have seen him flip out at Maureen! I mean, I know that she's the lead, and she was half an hour late for practice, but still... We ALL that he was going to hit her."

"What a cock," the doppleganger said. "Anyways, you better get in there, then. If he gets violent, just use your pepper spray, okay?" Her friend rolled her eyes and walked in, but not before sticking her hand in her purse, and making sure something was still there.

Gilly frowned at the exchange. She was sure that the girl was her fetch, it was the only thing that made sense, but she'd always though of the fetch as a hollow being, something like her without her morals. This girl, though, clearly had her own personality, and had seemed, at least to some degree, worried about her friend. Perhaps, she decided, it would be better to investigate further before taking any steps. While she lacked the intuitive powers some court members had, she did have one minor boon granted by autumn. "Fear," Gilly whispered as she drew her power into herself, "show me what you fear."