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TEST DRIVE : MAY 2016 EDITIOIN

TEST DRIVE

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!
Ryslig's FAQ is located here, so please take a look if you have questions.

The Reserve date is MAY 20ST 12:01AM EST.
There is an Enable Me / App this Plz to see what some people are offering or would love to play.
Test drive meme threads can be used for your roleplay sample!
Players with characters already in the game can earn up to a maximum of 6 coins by replying to potential character threads! You cannot use this to go over the bonus 20 coins per month total, but you can use it to reach that coin total. Same rules as normal bonuses apply.

Sample scenarios:

SCENARIO ONE: So you've just arrived, and already SOME 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. Some of these seem to have been passed down from one monster to the next.

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. Sometimes they have marks on them from previous people who had them saying they are lies, or pointing out good "jokes."

Then there's the people who aren't happy to see you at all. Glares and silent, judging stares if you're lucky. Torches and pitchforks attempting to drive you out of the town if you're not. You may need a friend to help you.

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: 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.

SCENARIO FOUR: The claws, the fangs, the pangs of hunger - horrible as they all are, it's manageable given enough time and perseverance. Local monster hunters, though, not so much.

Maybe it started with a few wayward glances on the outskirts of town, critical stares and disapproving whispers, or just the misfortune of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Whatever it was, deserved or entirely unprovoked, you're being hunted: a handful of aggressive, well-armed humans doggedly chase your trail throughout city streets and out into the open, and if you're not careful (if you don't find help soon) you might wind up as the next trophy kill claim on one of those hunter's walls.

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[Damn it, Howard.

As they get away from the mob and Peggy can pick up no sign that they're being followed, the awkwardness of the situation sets in. What is she supposed to say? 'Hi, Howard, I'm a dragon thing now, and also Steve and Bucky are alive and your son is also a dragon thing. Oh, did I mention you have a son?'

She should be getting better at this. She's gone through the song and dance with many people, even Steve, but it never gets easier.

The glow under her skin fades away and she holsters her gun.] Welcome to Ryslig. I believe that was your welcome wagon. [It's very weird to have Howard around and not want to staple his mouth shut. The quiet doesn't suit him.]

Really? Because they weren't very welcoming at all. I'd say that I want to see their supervisor and that I won't be enjoying the services of their establishment again, but I have no intention of seeing any of them again and Peggy, why are you a gargoyle?

[ Breathing? What's breathing? Is that something non-geniuses do in between words? No time. Not this guy. ]

I'll be sure to give your complaints to their supervisor. [Dry joking--that she can deal with. The next part? How is she going to explain that she needs to eat people now? How is she going to explain any of this?

Well. Probably the way she's been explaining it to all the newcomers: very bluntly.] A woman who fancies herself a god - and, admittedly, has some rather god-like powers - might have decided to take an untold number of people from variable times and places and turned them all into monsters. And now I'm a gargoyle.

The natives are actually rather tolerant of us, considering the fact all monsters are eventually compelled to eat them.

[She does her best to keep her demeanor calm and matter of the fact, but her tensely flared ears and whipping tail may tip Howard off to her actual mood.]

[ Annnnd he's backing away now. ]

You know, Peggy... I happen to think that as gargoyles go, you're an exceptional--

[No, no, that's not the right direction, not with Peggy. But he's not actually sure of what the right direction WOULD be if he's not complimenting her ability to punch things (which he doesn't want to encourage right now) or her looks.]

What I'm saying, of course, is that you don't want to eat your old friend Howard, I'm hoping.

[There's a flash of hurt at the thought that he might actually think she could eat him, but that hurt quickly translates into offense and anger so she sends him a scathing glare.]

Of course I don't want to eat you. God knows where you've been. [She huffs softly, her tail lashing side to side as she walks.] You'd probably give me food poisoning.

[She keeps a careful eye on the streets that they walk, checking to make sure no one else is going to try bothering them.] It will happen to you too. It happens to everyone who wasn't born here.

[ If you'd asked him before he got here, he'd never say that Peggy Carter would ever want to do anything more than occasionally cuff him in the arm for being his ever so charming self. He would also say that Peggy Carter is not and never would be a TERRIFYING DRAGON THING WITH GLOWING VEINS, but his life not even his choices, what the hell is all this SERIOUSLY... ]

So everyone turns into a fiery-veined gargoyle who wants to eat people. Huh. Not the way I thought my life would end.

I was figuring on more blondes involved, honestly. Or electrocution.

It may not be a gargoyle. Different people change in different ways.

[She clears her throat.] My flatmates are actually a werebear and a manticore, respectively. [And they're also men she's not married to, not that she expects Howard to judge that. Aaaaaand they're their presumed dead war buddies. And one is her long lost boyfriend.

This is going to be complicated to explain.] You know them, actually.

Is that so?

[ Okay, becoming a whatever? He'll deal with it. He'll deal with all of it, because that's just who he is. He rolls with the punches, or finds some way to avoid them and lets someone else roll with them. Either way, his focus is on the second half of the conversation. ]

And who would that be?

[She's avoiding eye contact the way she always does when she doesn't know how to say something.] Well...

[She clenches and unclenches her hands at her sides. Come on, Carter, get on with it.] Sgt. Barnes. And Captain Rogers.

They're from seventy years in the future.

And they haven't aged at all.

[ Generally, Howard is a mile a minute, almost lacking in the ability for seriousness even in the most dire of circumstances. He starts to ask a question when she says 'Sgt. Barnes'.

His face goes white at the mention of Captain Rogers. ]

...you don't say.

[ Peggy's a gargoyle woman? Sure. Rogers is alive? Found? Washed up here? He looks like a man who's been shot and he sounds like one of his lungs aren't working. ]

Yes. They're both here.

It... turns out they never died.

[Guess who's been spending six months beating herself up over accepting their deaths without finding any bodies? This girl.

She spares a glance at Howard. She knew he'd take this hard too. Her tail stops its lashing, instead instinctively coiling in Howard's direction, like it wants to wrap around him and Peggy is only just stopping it.] I know this is a lot to take in, but there's one more person you should know about.

Really?

[ Because he looks punchdrunk already. ]

Because unless it's Jarvis, I'm not sure I want to know. As it is, I'd really love something alcholic about now.

You don't want to know. I know you don't want to know. That's why you need to know before you come across him yourself.

We're going to go out for a drink.

[Nothing to help the news of Ryslig go down like a glass of whiskey. She makes her way towards a bar she knows serves their sort, her tail curling around itself into knots.]

You don't actually know him yet. He's also from seventy years in the future.

Kid? Or grandkid?

[ Not a stupid man. No matter how ridiculous he can be. ]

And how much am I going to want to drown my sorrows once I actually meet him? I trust your judgement, of course.

[ ...it's a bit of an apology for earlier. ]

Child, though it doesn't feel quite right to call him that. He's older than we are, if one counts years lived rather than the year born. His name is Tony.

[And she could kiss Howard for being cool-headed about this. She won't, but the thought is there.]

I'm not quite sure, really. He's a brilliant mechanic, and he's remarkably like his father, but there seems to be... tension. [He's never asked Peggy about Howard. Even when it would come up naturally in conversation, he avoids the topic. She has her suspicions.] All I know is that you're dead by the year he was taken from our world. It's possible you'll have to put up with some baggage you're not old enough to know about yet. [Or maybe Tony will just avoid him. That's a possibility. An equally awkward possibility.]

Still mine.

[ Howard can be an odd duck, he really can be, but he doesn't run away from much. Not something like this, anyway. Whatever he deserves, he'll take. And he has a feeling, mostly from knowing himself, that there'll be plenty to take. ]

Unmistakably yours.

[Honestly, the resemblance still catches her off guard sometimes. The scales take the edge off of the similarities in appearance, but Tony doesn't need a similar face to be like Howard. Everything from his demeanor to his humor reminds her of Howard, but it feels like Tony has more of a jagged edge than Howard ever did. She's not sure why, though. Tony, much like his father, is slow to open up and seems to prefer to deflect with humor.]

He's also a gargoyle. He's been spending most of his time working on bringing his tower up to speed. You'll know it when you see it. [Hint: it's that huge eyesore on the skyline with the word 'Stark' written on it.

She opens the door to a bar, gesturing for Howard to follow her in. God knows they could both use a drink, and Howard will probably have questions.]

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