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.
[A fairy, they tell him, and that's probably the worst thing he could have turned into. Men aren't fairies (except when they are, but that joke got old fast). Girls can be fairies, with wings and magic and all that crap, but Jack has no time for it.
But here he is, wings and all. They're good wings, he has to admit, even if he had to clumsily rip and resew all his shirts so they could stick out. They're like dragonfly wings, four of them, long and powerful, semi-translucent. His ears have grown pointed, his eyes turned from dark hazel to a pale blue-- it's all terribly strange, but he supposes there are worse changes. At least he doesn't want to eat people.
Outside, down on the beach, he lets his wings unfurl. They flutter and he frowns, trying to get them to go faster. If he can actually fly on these things, they might well be worth it.]
[ The changes that Vanadi has found on his person are decidedly slight, and very easily hidden. What scales he's sprouted remain hidden safely under his clothing, and his long ears give him away as non-human anyway, so who's to say all kitrites don't have such slitted pupils? All in all, Vanadi is quite confident in his harmless appearance, and lets none of it stop him from spending most of his day out to meet people.
People like this fellow, the one with the interesting wings. He shifts his gait to head for him, head cocked and looking amused. ]
[He jerks in shock and turns, his wings coming to a stop. A slight frown graces his face and he crosses his arms, trying to decide if he's being mocked or not.]
Tryin' to see if the wings are worth a damn, yeah. Don't tell me my ears are gonna get to those size.
[ The ears in question twitch back, and he offers a grin that spills easily over into smug. ]
You may wish, my dear, but the fact is these ears are fully my own. [ He comes to a stop a few feet from Jack, looking him over with an obvious curiosity. ] Have you had any luck yet?
[He stares back at him with equal curiosity. If those ears are his naturally, he must be an elf or something. His first ever, then. He thought they'd be taller, but apparently not.
His wings flutter a little, as though they're aware they're being referred to. He's not in complete control of them, after all.]
I think they're done growin', anyway. They haven't changed in a week, so. The eyes yours as well?
[ This human speaks more coarsely than Vanadi is used to, but if anything, it's endearing. And he's open to conversation, which is a luxury Vanadi doesn't always get. He decides this stranger is worth further attention — and the truth about his eyes, since the both of them are in the same boat, as well.
Airily: ] The color is, but these pupils are an interesting new addition. [ He doesn't mind admitting he's changing to someone else who is, not really; he hasn't put too much thought into it yet. ] Nice, aren't they?
[Just an observation! He softens it with a grin, though, and adds:]
Ain't nobody ever told you don't fish for compliments?
[They are nice, though, in a strange sort of way. Jack tips his head, studying them with interest. His own pupils, thank god, hadn't changed shape; he can deal with the color turning.]
[ Cat eyes. The remark doesn't register with him, but the second part certainly does, and he refreshes his grin. ]
It's been mentioned; I never saw the use of refraining.
[ And the question has him glancing away thoughtfully. Better, maybe not, but it is different, actually — but in a way he's already used to. He's seen the heat of living creatures already for some time now. So that just gets a shrug, and his glance returns to Jack. ]
Not particularly. Now — what's a cat? Something with eyes similar to mine, I imagine! What a lucky creature.
You never seen a cat before? I guess they mostly eat em round here.
[He crouches down and begins tracing an outline with his finger. It's a drawing of a terribly fat cat, with puffy tail and a smug expression. Not particularly detailed, given he's drawing in the sand, but it gets the idea across.]
And eyes like yours. People mostly keep em as pets.
[ It sounds a little wry, like there's an accusation there of way to assume that goes unsaid. But he does dutifully look over that drawing, and makes a cursory attempt to commit it to memory. ]
Much obliged, though! Now I'll be able to happily, knowingly correct people when they liken my eyes to cat eyes.
What do people keep for pets on your planet, then?
[He stays seated, legs braced against the sand, arms resting against his knees. It means the other man is standing over him, but hopefully he'll follow suit.]
[ He's happy to follow suit, and drops to a crouch next to him. He reaches a gloved hand to draw another picture next to the cat: something with six legs and a long, slinky body. ]
Rapposi, that's the most popular one to my race. Green eyes, and all four of them with round pupils.
No fur, but they're not slimy. [ He offers a shrug, and withdraws his hand to bat dirt off of the fingertip. ] Just skin. Charming things, if a bit spiteful. And cats, what about them?
We never had one, but, uh, furry, yeah. Kinda do their own things. If you want loyalty, go for a dog. They're kinda built the same, but they'll love you if you feed em.
[It occurs to him he doesn't know this man's name. Wiping his hand on his trousers, Jack offers it.]
Well there's some appeal, I always appreciate appreciation.
[ He finishes dusting himself off, and happily offers out a hand. He knows what to do with handshakes, he's been around enough humans. ]
Charmed, Jack! Vanadi de Vadarta, happily at your service. [ He cocks his head, a grin edging into place. ] At your... winged, possibly land-bound service.
[It's the first time he's met a de before. It seems worth noting, though he doesn't mention it out loud. Jack pulls a wry face as Vanadi grins and glances behind him, his wings fluttering again.]
[He did set himself up for that, he thinks, and stands much more slowly. Glancing behind him, he pulls a bit of a face.]
Just don't expect much, all right . . .
[But his wings begin fluttering again. It's a far more rapid fluttering, intense enough that the sand around him begins whirling. Still, he stays on the ground-- it isn't helped by the fact he keeps twisting around, trying to see.
Finally, slowly, he begins to rise-- just half an inch or so, but it still sparks a loud and joyful laugh.]
[The question breaks his concentration, which means his wings falter and he falls to the ground-- but it doesn't matter. He flew, even if it was only for half a minute, even if it was only an inch or so.]
Friggin' fantastic, that's how! Jesus, they actually work!
[He shouldn't be so quick to turn his back to someone he doesn't know, especially in a city like this. But Vanadi has been so nice, and anyway, if he does try to stab him, Jack's pretty sure he could take the guy on. He's so short, after all.
So he turns, showing off his wings, so terribly pleased that he forgets his embarrassment of them.]
[ If Vanadi thinks anything of this readiness to oblige him, it goes unremarked on. He just leans in closer, to trail one hand lightly down the closest edge of one of those wings. ]
Beautiful, really! I rather think you lucked out with your change.
[He suppress a shiver. What an odd feeling, both there and removed. Beneath Vanadi's fingers, Jack's wing stirs slightly, but he stays still.]
Yeah, could be worse. At least I don't eat nobody. 'S kinda girlish, but, you know, you're right, could be worse. You too, you know? Cat eyes ain't so bad, for all that.
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Jack Kelly | Newsies
[A fairy, they tell him, and that's probably the worst thing he could have turned into. Men aren't fairies (except when they are, but that joke got old fast). Girls can be fairies, with wings and magic and all that crap, but Jack has no time for it.
But here he is, wings and all. They're good wings, he has to admit, even if he had to clumsily rip and resew all his shirts so they could stick out. They're like dragonfly wings, four of them, long and powerful, semi-translucent. His ears have grown pointed, his eyes turned from dark hazel to a pale blue-- it's all terribly strange, but he supposes there are worse changes. At least he doesn't want to eat people.
Outside, down on the beach, he lets his wings unfurl. They flutter and he frowns, trying to get them to go faster. If he can actually fly on these things, they might well be worth it.]
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People like this fellow, the one with the interesting wings. He shifts his gait to head for him, head cocked and looking amused. ]
Looking to get a little air, are you?
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Tryin' to see if the wings are worth a damn, yeah. Don't tell me my ears are gonna get to those size.
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You may wish, my dear, but the fact is these ears are fully my own. [ He comes to a stop a few feet from Jack, looking him over with an obvious curiosity. ] Have you had any luck yet?
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[He stares back at him with equal curiosity. If those ears are his naturally, he must be an elf or something. His first ever, then. He thought they'd be taller, but apparently not.
His wings flutter a little, as though they're aware they're being referred to. He's not in complete control of them, after all.]
I think they're done growin', anyway. They haven't changed in a week, so. The eyes yours as well?
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Airily: ] The color is, but these pupils are an interesting new addition. [ He doesn't mind admitting he's changing to someone else who is, not really; he hasn't put too much thought into it yet. ] Nice, aren't they?
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[Just an observation! He softens it with a grin, though, and adds:]
Ain't nobody ever told you don't fish for compliments?
[They are nice, though, in a strange sort of way. Jack tips his head, studying them with interest. His own pupils, thank god, hadn't changed shape; he can deal with the color turning.]
Can you see better?
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It's been mentioned; I never saw the use of refraining.
[ And the question has him glancing away thoughtfully. Better, maybe not, but it is different, actually — but in a way he's already used to. He's seen the heat of living creatures already for some time now. So that just gets a shrug, and his glance returns to Jack. ]
Not particularly. Now — what's a cat? Something with eyes similar to mine, I imagine! What a lucky creature.
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[He crouches down and begins tracing an outline with his finger. It's a drawing of a terribly fat cat, with puffy tail and a smug expression. Not particularly detailed, given he's drawing in the sand, but it gets the idea across.]
And eyes like yours. People mostly keep em as pets.
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[ It sounds a little wry, like there's an accusation there of way to assume that goes unsaid. But he does dutifully look over that drawing, and makes a cursory attempt to commit it to memory. ]
Much obliged, though! Now I'll be able to happily, knowingly correct people when they liken my eyes to cat eyes.
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[He stays seated, legs braced against the sand, arms resting against his knees. It means the other man is standing over him, but hopefully he'll follow suit.]
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[ He's happy to follow suit, and drops to a crouch next to him. He reaches a gloved hand to draw another picture next to the cat: something with six legs and a long, slinky body. ]
Rapposi, that's the most popular one to my race. Green eyes, and all four of them with round pupils.
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[He pulls a face, clearly somewhat impressed.]
Furry or slimy or what?
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[It occurs to him he doesn't know this man's name. Wiping his hand on his trousers, Jack offers it.]
Jack Kelly.
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[ He finishes dusting himself off, and happily offers out a hand. He knows what to do with handshakes, he's been around enough humans. ]
Charmed, Jack! Vanadi de Vadarta, happily at your service. [ He cocks his head, a grin edging into place. ] At your... winged, possibly land-bound service.
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Yeah, we'll see. I almost got it before.
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Well, by all means, try it again! Don't let me detract from any experimentation.
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Just don't expect much, all right . . .
[But his wings begin fluttering again. It's a far more rapid fluttering, intense enough that the sand around him begins whirling. Still, he stays on the ground-- it isn't helped by the fact he keeps twisting around, trying to see.
Finally, slowly, he begins to rise-- just half an inch or so, but it still sparks a loud and joyful laugh.]
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Now, that is something! A land-based someone managing to fly all by themselves. Consider me duly impressed! How does it feel, my dear?
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Friggin' fantastic, that's how! Jesus, they actually work!
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And I'm glad of it! Come, turn about, let me have a look at these little wonders—
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So he turns, showing off his wings, so terribly pleased that he forgets his embarrassment of them.]
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Beautiful, really! I rather think you lucked out with your change.
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Yeah, could be worse. At least I don't eat nobody. 'S kinda girlish, but, you know, you're right, could be worse. You too, you know? Cat eyes ain't so bad, for all that.
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