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TEST DRIVE MEME

TEST DRIVE MEME: SEPTEMBER

Welcome to the Ryslig Test Drive Meme! Below are a few prompts to get you started, but you may make up any prompt you desire! Please take a look at the navigation page for rules, setting information, and links to reserves and apps. Have fun!

SCENARIO ONE

You wake up on the beach thoroughly drenched with your mouth full of sand. The salt water causes various cuts and scrapes on your skin to sting and the sand isn't helping. The air is slightly humid, ruining any feeling of refreshment you might have gotten from your dip in the ocean. There are lights in the distance but the unfriendly scent of gunpowder fills the air. If you're lucky, you're alone. If not, you might find yourself staring up into a pair of monstrous eyes or down the barrel of a local's shotgun.

SCENARIO TWO

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 THREE

"Seek us out," the voice whispers in your head, and before you have time to question it you've found yourself in someplace entirely alien. Maybe it's the Fog God's ghostly town of Dyster, where exultant followers dance around bonfires and sing their praises to the skies above. Maybe it's the Fourth God's arcade, with small robots wheeling about amidst the lights and colors of old pinball machines. Only one thing is certain: you are not alone, in this sacred place.

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.

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You probubbly don't want to listen to 'em anemoneway. Only fins here that persistent are the ones who call themshellves gods.

[Perched on top of a lamppost close to the one that got itself punched is a grey-skinned harpy, tall and wiry and with a large, golden trident in one hand. With the horns on her head and the sharp teeth that show when she gives a thin smile, she doesn't look like she was ever particularly human either.

Slinging the weapon, which is almost as tall as her, over her back and standing up, Meenah looks Jasper up and down through fuchsia glasses.]

You new? Don't look human, but we need more non-humans 'round here. Or ones who were before this place got to 'em.

[Who even talks like that? Jasper takes a moment to locate the speaker, tilting her head upward and squinting skyward. She has to run the words through her head several times in order to make sense of them since she doesn't get all the sea references.

The last part she gets, though, so that's what she focuses on.]

I'm not human.

[She grits her teeth, defiant about this despite every part of her body that tells her otherwise, from way the smells from the bakery down the street cause her empty stomach to protest to the way her heart pounds in her chest with her frustration.

It doesn't matter how she looks or feels. She's a gem. She's not this weak.]

[Meenah seems to get the feeling, at least, and though her wry smile remains, her eyes narrow a little. It's a little more calculating, but it's also a little more interested than she was when this was just someone yelling at and punching light posts.]

Didn't think so, but take it from me, you gonna have to at least humour their functions. Weak, squishy weirdos most 'a them might be, but starvin' yourshellf ain't doin' nothin' for you except weakening the body.

[Spreading one of her winged arms in a rather broad gesture, she flicks the talons on them to draw attention there.]

If it matters that much to you, this place don't leave nomoby human for long.

[The idea of eating causes Jasper to make a face. Consuming human food is giving in to what she is. Worse, when humans eat food it has to pass through their system and later be expelled in the form of worthless, vile-smelling substances. Revolting.]

Then I'll wait until it changes me.

[However unrealistic that is. She has no idea how long humans can go without food, but surely she's strong enough to manage. How long had she heard someone say the time until most of them would transform was? A month? That's thirty days on Earth. It couldn't be too difficult to hold out that long. She could simply rely on the alternative recuperating method where she fell unconscious. It's a waste of time, but lengthening that time would be worth not having to eat.

This is, of course, assuming that she'll become something like a gem again.]

[Meenah gives a slightly thoughtful look, tipping her head, and though she pinches her lips shut for a moment to hide the pointed teeth, she still seems a little amused. Still a little interested as well, but mostly amused.]

For somemoby so offended aboat bein' human, you don't know much about 'em, huh? "Not long" 'til changin' means a month. Humans take somefin like a week or less to die without water, an' without food ain't much longer. Without both is bassically signin' a death warrant already.

[Trolls obviously needed to eat as well, but she's pretty sure they were a hell of a lot hardier about that sort of thing than humans were. Especially her own blood caste, but they were hardier on just about all fronts than other trolls.]

What are you, anemoneway? You clearly ain't from any planet havin' much to do with humans, but I ain't seen anyfin like you before either.

[The ironic thing is that Jasper was created on Earth, and thus was definitely from a planet having everything to do with humans. She just hadn't lived there for the majority of her life and didn't have much interest in any inhabitants that weren't fellow gems.

The feathered creature's words are troublesome, and she frowns. It's only been a couple days since she arrived. It seems hard to believe she wouldn't last many more without taking in fuel. She'd known humans were weak, but this is ridiculous.]

...I'm a gem.

[She answers distractedly, pondering the possibilities. Could they go for a month without eating the solid food at least? Just passing water couldn't be too bad.]

Things like eating, drinking, and even breathing shouldn't be necessary. Humans are disgusting.

[Definitely not a species she's heard of, then, but she does know what gems are, being as invested in all things shiny and valuable as she is. The already interested edge to her grin just gets more so at the comment, and she leans down a little, the motion making her braids, long overshooting her own height and dangling down a little past the crossbar of the lamppost she's standing on, wriggle in the low light.]

Nebber seen a gem like you before, then. What kind you meant to be? [Admittedly, she could be completely unrelated to actual gemstones, because the trolls here and the kind of troll Meenah is have pretty much nothing in common, but she can't help but ask. Being a treasure hound does that to you.

Tipping her head a little, Meenah gives a bit of a shrug.]

Trolls do that ship too, so I can't get reel offended, but they way less resilient about bein' separated from that stuff than we are. Might just be fuchsias who are reel hardcore aboat it when it comes to trolls, though.

I'm Jasper. A quartz.

[One of many jaspers, technically, but one of the strongest even if recent events before her arrival haven't left her feeling that way. She'd rather not explain gems to those who aren't familiar with them. There are others who could do that better than her.]

And whatever you are, you talk like a fool.

[This attitude isn't going to help her gain any allies, but she's frustrated with not being able to understand some of what comes out of this thing's mouth.]

[Nothing too overwhelmingly rare then, though Meenah does give an intrigued little noise, since she recognises the crystal. The follow-up quip would probably be more offensive to her if it was straight-up insulting the ocean part of it, but as is, Meenah gives a short, cackling laugh, bringing her trident back to rest balanced in one hand.]

Shows you know as much aboat my species as I do on yours. Nautical tics are a seadweller troll fin, the highest castes in troll society. You speakin' to royalty...at least, royalty back home. This dump ain't worth that kinda effort anemoneway.

[Technically speaking, she's dead royalty back home, and also doesn't give much of a damn about blood caste under normal circumstances, but details, details.]

[It's still a ridiculous way to talk, but she's slowly grasping it. Jasper doesn't place any stock in royalty from other cultures. The only beings she'll follow are the diamonds and, as this feathered girl has said, it matters little here.

The harpy doesn't have nearly the presence of any of the diamonds, so she has to question how well she'd rule in any case.]

How great for you.

[Her stomach grumbles loudly and she scowls.]

What's your deal, anyway? Are you really just trying to be helpful?

[Meenah's opinion on that would be that a ruler is more than their physical presence, but since Jasper doesn't seem too bent on following the topic, she lets it slip with no more than an enigmatic, fanged smile.

At the idea that she's just being helpful, there's an amused hiss from Meenah, and she closes her eyes for a moment as she considers how to word it...and also while she amuses herself privately at how quickly this "gem" is falling to human problems.]

I ain't doin' a shell of a lot for me here, I'll say that, but life an' death is my domain, you could say. Pointless death from people starvin' themshellves for lack 'a knowledge or stupid stubbornness ain't an interestfin way to go for anymoby, and if you gonna die here you might a swell do it with a bang.

I've heard you just come back if you die here anyway.

[Not that she wants to try it out, what with the whole memory loss thing. It isn't quite the same as a gem having their form dissipated and still doesn't sound like something she wants to deal with even if it's not permanent.

And Meenah's right. Jasper would rather not die from something as pointless as failing to fuel herself.]

Eugh. I'll find something that's... whatever the word is. Palatable.

[Meenah gives a sage nod at that.] Yeah, can confirm that, happened to me once before when me and some otter guy ran each other through at the same time earlier this sweep--year, whatebber the glub it's called here.

[With an agitated shrug, she blows off the issue of human terminology. It's not like she cares that much anyway, even if she's still lost on the sweeps to years conversion issue.]

Shouldn't be that hard. If you ain't used to eatin, go for liquid-based stuff. Easier to deel with if you didn't have proper insides before comin' here.

[Troll food was somewhat different to human food, so she'd had to adjust somewhat herself.]

[Liquid-based stuff. That's basically what she'd already figured, isn't it? More or less. This woman(?) doesn't seem to be talking about just plain water.

Unfortunately she doesn't know anything about human food at all, so she's going to have to actually look into it and hope she doesn't accidentally eat something toxic. That's not something she's looking forward to. At least humans tend to have shops dedicated specifically to food.]

Easier, huh? Humans need too much maintenance.

[She has no idea.]

[That observation is one Meenah seems to find amusing, and there's a rather wry snort of laughter at it. It's both the fact that it's true, and the fact that honestly, being a monster needs way more maintenance.]

Yeah, but it ain't necessarily gonna get much better after you start changin'. If somemoby already told you the rebirth rules here, should I assume you got told how monsters grotto keep themshellves going in this place?

[She has no qualms about dropping the human-eating bomb on anyone, because as far as she's concerned, it's less cruel to tell people upfront anyway.]

Of course I've been told.

[She just still believes she can be returned to her gem form again rather than become the same sorts of monsters as everyone else. It has to be a possibility.]

That doesn't change what I said. And I'm not complaining, [Yes, she is.] I'm stating a fact about the weak nature of humans.

[Just so that's clear.]

[Meenah gives a slight grin at that comment, tipping her head a little.]

Shore sounds like you complainin'. Humans are pretty glubbin' weak, it's true, but it's somefin we all grotto deal with for like a month before the monster buffs kick in.

If you got such an issue with humans, I didn't figure you'd care about the feedin' issue anemoneway. [She doesn't outright hate humans, and even she has less compunctions about it than most.]

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