Welcome to Ryslig's test drive meme! If you're considering apping here, this is where you can try your characters out in the game's setting. A few things to note:
You can only app ONE character per round so choose wisely.
We now have a Quick Game Facts that simplifies the basic information about the game. Good if you want to see what the game is at a glance!
Lots of people have asked good questions on the FAQ, so do take a look.
The reserve date has been announced (it was changed to the 30th to allow a maximum number of people compared to a Friday).
Test drive meme threads can be used for your roleplay sample!
NEW! Players with characters already in the game can earn up to a maximum of 3 coins by replying to potential character threads! You will need to have your normal 20 comment AC in the game. You cannot use this to go over the bonus 10 coins per month total, but you can use it if you are missing some threads to reach that coin total. Same rules as normal bonuses apply.
Sample scenarios:
SCENARIO ONE: So you've just arrived, fresh out of the hospital, and already the natives are trying to get on your good side. Offers of food, shelter and other luxuries in return for hoping you don't eat them. They even have some helpful pamphlets to share with you. "How To Deal With Changes", "Alternatives to Human Flesh", "What to Expect When You're Expecting (to turn into a monster)" are all great pamphlets. There's even some detailing certain monsters, and the changes they go through.
Among these however, are some... not so helpful ones. "Bunnyipyips And You", "Axe Thief Axehounds," and "So you're becoming a Fur Bearing Trout" among others.
SCENARIO TWO: You've become hopelessly lost in Lager Woods. Paths don't seem to lead where you remember them leading, and you feel as if you're going around in circles. Childlike giggling can be heard from no direction in particular. Suddenly, you stumble upon another character, who seems to be just as lost as you! Perhaps you can find a way out together. Or maybe they want you for lunch...
SCENARIO THREE: You've heard about the fog, but you've never seen it before. Now, the mist surrounds you. Barely able to see before you, you need to get home - and fast. It's far too dangerous in this situation.
SCENARIO FOUR: The time has come and you've found yourself becoming a monster. Is the change instant, or gradual? Are you familiar enough with monsters to know what's happening, or is it a complete shock? NOTE: Feel free to pick any monster type for this prompt, but note that you may not get the same one in game.
[Joan has been in many hospitals. This one... is unique even by New York standards. The technology is strangely outdated, the medical staff are somewhat over eager... and the atmosphere. The atmosphere is somewhat disquieting. Something definitely isn't right.
Joan stares in mild bemusement at the various pamphlets.]
There is no way these are actual medical literature.
B- Lager Woods:
[So, the woods. Not exactly Joan's favourite place to be, but as long as she stays calm and rational, she should be able to find her way out. And maybe find those creepy children. This definitely doesn't feel like the prelude to a grisly murder.
She turns when she hears the crunching of leaves and twigs.]
[Trey's not any happier, glancing up from one of them every so often to track any movement from the staff that's too close to the chair he's found. He doesn't even look over at first, minding the staff trumping thinking about courtesy.]
Sensationalist, inconsistent, lacking even minimal explanation... I doubt there's any research at all behind them.
[Oh yes, he had noted that one, nose wrinkling at it.]
I would not expect some form of base public service announcement literature to go into metaphysics, but these are gibberish and urban legends. [He gestures forlornly with "Axe-Thief Axe-Hounds".] There has to be something going on for them to be treating this with such fear and gravity, but this sort of - misinformation can only do more harm than good.
Which brings into question why a hospital of all things is handing them out. Usually, health institutions try to prevent misinformation, not spread it.
I doubt the staff will be much assistance on clarification. If they weren't so pervasively apprehensive, I would suspect it to be a complete hoax; to my nation's knowledge, a transformation effect such as these describe should be impossible.
[And he has yet to encounter the idea that there's people who aren't used to magic as a fact of life, either.] And I would guess from your confusion that your place of origin doesn't have much more of use to offer?
[Even with the phrasing being more certain, his tone has some signs of holding out hope, an eyebrow raised as he looks over.]
["Surgeon" at least seems to count for something, if his pause is anything to go by.] I think I would trust you over any of these, even with something as unfamiliar as the transformations they're afraid of.
[Staying calm and rational? Much better than the way they're handling things.] You - wouldn't happen to be from somewhere in Orience as well, would you? This does not seem to be a restricted facility, exactly, and I don't believe I've seen the town outside before...
[With how paranoid everyone is, he wouldn't have been surprised by some kind of prison, and "civilian hospital" wasn't his first thought for where to put "potentially dangerous" individuals, if he were the locals.]
[His face drops at that; even if he was half-expecting it, getting it confirmed is still somehow disappointing.] Then I am at least on another continent. [That was a quiet mumble, but he's not very good at not being overheard before he looks back up.] If this town of "Vandare" is known in neither Orience nor New York, then there's no telling how far from home we both are.
It's beginning to look more and more like some strange kidnapping. The chances of ending up somewhere English speaking that I've never even heard of are pretty slim.
[Joan isn't quite ready to believe the multiple worlds thing yet. She wishes briefly for Sherlock.]
English? [That sure is a blank look of no recognition of that language; he has a pause with almost visible gears turning in his head.]
[And then asks something in some kind of odd language that has little to nothing in common with anything that'd be familiar that seems to go between smoother rolling sounds with occasional sharp consonants. Technically he's got a lousy accent and it's hesitant in a couple spots, not that anyone present but him would know to realize that.]
((And then I ran to the FAQ to check that you could intentionally switch languages >w>; ))
[The Doll herself isn't anything close to a doctor, but even if she were, her homeworld isn't exactly renowned for their medical knowledge. Yharnam is a place where guzzling down random vials of blood you find on corpses is generally considered a good idea.]
They seem finely crafted, and the man at the hospital was so eager to give them to me...
[It's true that the Doll has never heard of Bunnyipips before, but that doesn't mean they don't exist somewhere in the world. And if they don't exist yet, they certainly could. The good people of Yharnam were creating and changing into new types of abominations every day, it seems.]
Some of these beasts do, though, certainly. [She opens up one of the rare, actually helpful pamphlets about werewolves.] There are many of these where I am from, although they are not called by such names. What makes you think that these... Bunnyipips are not more common here?
[Her tone isn't argumentative - or at least, that's not how she intends to come off. She's just genuinely curious about what Joan's thought process is.]
[This young woman is a little... off. She might just be playing devil's advocate, but Joan has the feeling that she's entirely sincere.]
Are you seriously suggesting we're in a different world? Because the world as I know it doesn't have the kind of biology that allows for mythological creatures.
[That stops her in her tracks. No. The Doll may not have seen many of these beasts up close and personal, but she has no doubt that they are real. She's seen the the effects they've had on the Hunters who pass through the Dream.]
No, I am sorry, I think you misunderstand. I am speaking of the Scourge Beasts that plague Yharnam. Not in myths or legends.
[The Doll is well aware of the concept of multiple worlds. In fact, she knows it to be true. But as far as she understands, all worlds have werewolves, or at the very least some sort of similar monsters.]
[The word 'wendigo' doesn't ring a bell with the Doll at all, but when she sees the picture of one on the pamphlet, something clicks.]
Ah, but they do in Yharnam. I have heard tales of them, from the Hunters that pass through - they call them Cleric Beasts.
[She smiles. Clearly this woman is just some sort of outsider, from a city or country that is yet untouched by the plague. A place that does not yet know the importance of Hunters.]
It is said when a holy man or woman is taken by the plague, that is what they become. You do know of the plague, yes?
Ah, I apologize. Yharnam is a city. The plague is thick there, although my dear Hunters try their best to quell the beasts that come from it.
[Many of them think Yharnam is doomed, although the Doll doesn't say as much. Far be it from her to contradict anyone, but she has boundless faith in the hunters and their ability to stop this outbreak.]
You haven't? What a wondrous place you must be from, then, that your Hunters have succeeded. What is your home called?
[It literally doesn't even occur to her that Joan might be talking about some kind of illness that doesn't require a whole class of people to murder the sick.]
Perhaps not. But what would your people do to a victim of the plague, if not hunt them?
[There's nothing else to be done, as far as the Doll knows. Certainly, she's heard tales of some Hunters who have abandoned the way of the hunt, and have taken to protecting these beasts from those who would do them harm. That always seemed counter-intuitive to her, though.]
[Good news. Reira's...Not a creepy child in the monstrous sense. Some would argue he has a creepy stare sure, but that's hardly anything super natural.
He's also the one that made the crunch sound, and as soon as he hears a voice, he's flattening his back against the tree he's behind, breathing heavily.
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graveyardsmash2015-05-23 05:28 pm
Joan Watson | Elementary
[Joan has been in many hospitals. This one... is unique even by New York standards. The technology is strangely outdated, the medical staff are somewhat over eager... and the atmosphere. The atmosphere is somewhat disquieting. Something definitely isn't right.
Joan stares in mild bemusement at the various pamphlets.]
There is no way these are actual medical literature.
B- Lager Woods:
[So, the woods. Not exactly Joan's favourite place to be, but as long as she stays calm and rational, she should be able to find her way out. And maybe find those creepy children. This definitely doesn't feel like the prelude to a grisly murder.
She turns when she hears the crunching of leaves and twigs.]
Hello? Is someone there?
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Sensationalist, inconsistent, lacking even minimal explanation... I doubt there's any research at all behind them.
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[She holds the Fur-Bearing Trout pamphlet up with distaste.]
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I would not expect some form of base public service announcement literature to go into metaphysics, but these are gibberish and urban legends. [He gestures forlornly with "Axe-Thief Axe-Hounds".] There has to be something going on for them to be treating this with such fear and gravity, but this sort of - misinformation can only do more harm than good.
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[Not that this hospital looks very credible.]
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[And he has yet to encounter the idea that there's people who aren't used to magic as a fact of life, either.] And I would guess from your confusion that your place of origin doesn't have much more of use to offer?
[Even with the phrasing being more certain, his tone has some signs of holding out hope, an eyebrow raised as he looks over.]
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[Not that Joan would ever admit to seeing any schlocky sci-fi films.]
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[Staying calm and rational? Much better than the way they're handling things.] You - wouldn't happen to be from somewhere in Orience as well, would you? This does not seem to be a restricted facility, exactly, and I don't believe I've seen the town outside before...
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I'm not familiar with Orience. I'm from New York.
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[His face drops at that; even if he was half-expecting it, getting it confirmed is still somehow disappointing.] Then I am at least on another continent. [That was a quiet mumble, but he's not very good at not being overheard before he looks back up.] If this town of "Vandare" is known in neither Orience nor New York, then there's no telling how far from home we both are.
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[Joan isn't quite ready to believe the multiple worlds thing yet. She wishes briefly for Sherlock.]
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[And then asks something in some kind of odd language that has little to nothing in common with anything that'd be familiar that seems to go between smoother rolling sounds with occasional sharp consonants. Technically he's got a lousy accent and it's hesitant in a couple spots, not that anyone present but him would know to realize that.]
((And then I ran to the FAQ to check that you could intentionally switch languages >w>; ))
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Excuse me?
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...I apologize for him not speaking English anymore. Feel free to WTF at him as much as you want.
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[The Doll herself isn't anything close to a doctor, but even if she were, her homeworld isn't exactly renowned for their medical knowledge. Yharnam is a place where guzzling down random vials of blood you find on corpses is generally considered a good idea.]
They seem finely crafted, and the man at the hospital was so eager to give them to me...
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[And if they do, Joan isn't exactly eager to encounter them.]
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[It's true that the Doll has never heard of Bunnyipips before, but that doesn't mean they don't exist somewhere in the world. And if they don't exist yet, they certainly could. The good people of Yharnam were creating and changing into new types of abominations every day, it seems.]
Some of these beasts do, though, certainly. [She opens up one of the rare, actually helpful pamphlets about werewolves.] There are many of these where I am from, although they are not called by such names. What makes you think that these... Bunnyipips are not more common here?
[Her tone isn't argumentative - or at least, that's not how she intends to come off. She's just genuinely curious about what Joan's thought process is.]
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Are you seriously suggesting we're in a different world? Because the world as I know it doesn't have the kind of biology that allows for mythological creatures.
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[That stops her in her tracks. No. The Doll may not have seen many of these beasts up close and personal, but she has no doubt that they are real. She's seen the the effects they've had on the Hunters who pass through the Dream.]
No, I am sorry, I think you misunderstand. I am speaking of the Scourge Beasts that plague Yharnam. Not in myths or legends.
[The Doll is well aware of the concept of multiple worlds. In fact, she knows it to be true. But as far as she understands, all worlds have werewolves, or at the very least some sort of similar monsters.]
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[Either this woman is delusional or Joan has landed somewhere a lot stranger than she first assumed. She shakes her head a little.]
I definitely don't have anything like these [Here she holds up a pamphlet on fang maintenance for wendigos.] where I'm from.
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Ah, but they do in Yharnam. I have heard tales of them, from the Hunters that pass through - they call them Cleric Beasts.
[She smiles. Clearly this woman is just some sort of outsider, from a city or country that is yet untouched by the plague. A place that does not yet know the importance of Hunters.]
It is said when a holy man or woman is taken by the plague, that is what they become. You do know of the plague, yes?
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[The mention of a plague brings Joan up short. She has the feeling this woman isn't talking about modern diseases.]
We haven't had a real plague in centuries. They're pretty easily contained now.
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[Many of them think Yharnam is doomed, although the Doll doesn't say as much. Far be it from her to contradict anyone, but she has boundless faith in the hunters and their ability to stop this outbreak.]
You haven't? What a wondrous place you must be from, then, that your Hunters have succeeded. What is your home called?
[It literally doesn't even occur to her that Joan might be talking about some kind of illness that doesn't require a whole class of people to murder the sick.]
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[She's a little appalled to hear the victims of a disease were apparently hunted down like animals.]
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[There's nothing else to be done, as far as the Doll knows. Certainly, she's heard tales of some Hunters who have abandoned the way of the hunt, and have taken to protecting these beasts from those who would do them harm. That always seemed counter-intuitive to her, though.]
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B | Have Reira, he's...probably 6-7. (Darn anime never giving the ages-)
He's also the one that made the crunch sound, and as soon as he hears a voice, he's flattening his back against the tree he's behind, breathing heavily.
...Perhaps too heavily.
...You can probably hear him.]