#tpiwp

That's right, guys. The project you all know and love as Project Ichor has a real, actual name! And I think it's time that you learned it. So, I've made a handy dandy presentation.

12. Do they agonize about where to put stickers, or slap them on anywhere?

Asuka will slap stickers on whatever has a bare spot. Most of the stuff in her garage is covered in stickers. Even the stuff that might constitute a fire hazard.

67. Would they win a dance-off?

Absolutely not. But she would enter, and isn't that a victory of its own?

93. What’s the best way to beat them in a fight?

(love @inky-duchess 💜)

Thank you, Inky!

36. Would they go outside and point enthusiastically at a natural disaster instead of sheltering?

Not only would Indigo point enthusiastically. She would run straight into a hurricane and cling to a tree branch because she wants to "live life to the fullest".

56. What are they hate-watching and why?

Indigo hates musicals, but she listens to them secretly because she wants to "understand all the references". She will not admit it if you accuse her of singing Sondheim in the shower.

48. This restaurant doesn’t have Coke. Is Pepsi okay?

Indigo knows exactly which restaurants have Coke and which have Pepsi. She will purposely recommend Pepsi-affiliated restaurants to Viridian because she knows it'll piss her off and laugh maniacally about it.

91. Two of your WIPs are having a crossover (if you don’t have two, pick a random piece of media you like, or someone else’s WIP!). Which characters are getting along the best? Worst?

Thank you, Renee! I'll answer these about Leyla from TPIWP.

💍 Does your OC have a specific item that is priceless to them but may (or may not) be completely worthless to someone else? Is there a story behind this item or is it just because they like it so much?

Leyla is probably the most sentimental of everyone in ASTER. She holds onto things that she associates with her mother, who died when she was a kid, more than anything. Her mother was an art curator, and one of Leyla's most treasured memories with her is from when she was maybe four or five years old. She took a crayon and scribbled a drawing on the wall of their house, but instead of berating her and cleaning it up, her mom printed out a little plaque, like she would do for the collections she curated, and pinned it up beside the doodle as though it were a piece of art on display. Eventually, it got cleaned up, but Leyla kept the plaque, and she has it in her HQ room right now.

🎨 Is your OC artistic? Can they draw or paint or do they prefer another medium? Are they a writer or musician or do they do something else? Give us a quick run down of what they can get creative with!

The previous answer probably gave this away, lol. Leyla comes from a family of artists (her dad is a conservator and her mom a curator), so she inherited a love of it. Not only does she draw and paint (she especially loves oils), but she also studied piano from a very young age. But more than that, she was/is a very talented ballet dancer. Before she joined ASTER, she competed in ballet at an international level, and even now she tries to dance as often as she can.

👽 Describe your OC as if they were an urban legend or myth!

Thank you @charlesjosephwrites for tagging me. I need to find the words jealous, able, nerves, and who.

Jealous

"Jack is an ass," she confessed. "But he only said that cuz he's jealous." Isaac had to laugh at that. As if Jack would ever want anything that Isaac had.

Able

“Got a plan yet?” Diode asked. Vestige turned back to see the group huddled behind him, waiting. “I should be able to get in through roof access,” he said. “If we’re lucky I can shut down any equipment inside before they notice it’s happened.” “And if we’re unlucky?” Harpy probed. “Then you’re back up. As usual.”

Nerves

Jack just grunted. He hardly felt a thing. Years of his powers had scorched his nerves into chicken wire. Now you could slash him with a knife and he’d only think to complain about the bloodstain.

Who

“Oh, greater good my ass!” Indigo screamed. It felt good to scream. “Whose greater good? It’s not mine. It’s certainly not those ‘street urchins’ out there.” She gestured to the alley blindly. “What gives you the right to claim the greater good? Who made you the moral authority here?”