TEST DRIVE MEME

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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.

Comments

[codeforhope]

[Gee, at least Siouxsie has enough confidence for both of them.

The sofa is very welcome, and Chihiro can't help but sag a little against it once he's set down. He's stopped bleeding so much now that the fur is all matted and tacky with blood, but that doesn't mean he can walk on these legs yet. They don't look as broken as they did, though...more like they're just. Deer shaped.]

You're not...s-scared?

[marysioux]

Of what?

[Said as she looks over to him from the desk - a bottle from the drawer in one hand, a small book in the other.
It's got some leaves imprinted on the cover... so it must be some kind of plant guide.
Because, y'know. As if Siouxsie knows fuckall about plants. The only plants they had back home were grass and trees!

Eventually, though, she wanders over to him, handing over the corked bottle - it's filled with some sort of translucent, pale orange gel, with a label on the front that's been well-worn from use.]

Here. This is the hag's wound stuff - it's made of like, a bunch of shit for healing or whatever.
I've seen the results, so, y'know. It's good stuff. Heavy duty!

[But she's not putting it on for him, sorry. She hardly wants to use this sort of thing on herself, let alone getting herself messy for others.

... At least it's probably got a nice smell.]

[codeforhope]

Of...this place.

[He says after a pause so he can reach out and carefully take the bottle from Siouxsie without actually opening it right away. It looks inconspicuous enough...but he's just a bit hesitant about using someone's things without permission.

Especially the things of someone Siouxsie is freely calling a "hag".]

Has, um...has this lady helped you before?

[marysioux]

[Just go with it, Chihiro. She'll call anyone anything if she feels like it.
But as he asks that, she wanders over to a chair to take a seat with that book - flipping through it with a look of intent, only to shrug at his question.]

No to the first, yes to the second.
The place I come from's way scarier than anything this place can come up with - the monsters here don't even deserve the name!
We had real monsters.

["Had". Samhaine did kill the ornery ones - and the rest were presumably healed at Wor's death, like the Wasp Woman had been...
Ah, but speaking of women -]

... The old bitty who lives here helps me figure out all my plant shit. The place I come from just has grass and trees...
And even then, the grass and trees here are weird. If they weren't shaped the same, I probably wouldn't even know that's what they are!

So, y'know. I gotta figure this stuff out somehow. I'll just leave her a note and some cash to fix her door, no big deal.

[codeforhope]

[Somehow, he's not sure just leaving money is a good solution to just breaking into someone's place...but he can't really do or say anything about it, not when Siouxsie's actively helping him like she is. He's in too much pain to argue, also, which is why he finally moves to uncork the bottle with a little difficulty.

And yes, it does smell nice. Pretty herbal and sweet, almost cloyingly so. It's made from natural things, whether those things came from the earth or...something else.]

There isn't anything like this back home...you only see m...monsters in books and movies...

[His world also has demonic teddy bears who run murder schools, but we don't talk about that.]

[marysioux]

[And those are robots anyway, they don't count. But hearing that - she looks up from the pages of the little book in her hands, almost a little surprised, before actually just... letting out a little laugh.]

Just in stories, huh? That must be nice.
I bet they're still nothing as scary as what I had to deal with - imagine a rubbery monster twice my height, all lumpy and freaky and misshapen, with like... ladies' faces on the front of his head and the back.
Then give that asshole a sword and a love of women and toss him right in your face.

I had to deal with that just trying to get from one village to another! Real loser, though.
Totally had the "sadistic freak" shtick down pat, made him super predictable.

[She's talking about this so casually, like it was just a walk in the park...]

[codeforhope]

...I...I d-don't really want to imagine that...

[Please don't??? He almost dropped the bottle trying to pour some of that gel onto his hand, geeze...what kind of hellscape does Siouxsie come from? Is she just trying to mess with him, or something?]

[marysioux]

[It's exactly that! A hellscape. ... A pretty one, though.
Chihiro's reaction actually seems to confuse her for a moment - before she lets out a little noise of understanding, coupled with a sigh.]

Right, I forgot, you're a human - you probably come from one of those soft worlds, right?
Everything's all squishy, and hold-hands-y, and blech.

I guess that fits you though... you're way too cute to come from a world like mine.

[... At least she sounds a little amused? So she's not outrightly teasing him... maybe...]

[codeforhope]

[That comment has Chihiro blushing in short order, looking away so he can tend to his own wounds. The gel has a distinct burn to it that quickly dissolves into a numb, cooling sensation that does wonders for the pain. He probably should wash these wounds, but...he'll make do with what he has.]

Well I...I guess so. My world seems to be different from a lot of others.

[marysioux]

Yeah. ... Same with mine.
I've actually never met anyone with a world like mine.

...

[... Aaaand back to looking at the book. Or, rather, she's pulled it up so he can't exactly see her face - she's not fond of being easy to read, and that's exactly what happens when she's not wearing her mask. Like right now.
For some reason, saying that's made her a bit... uneasy?
It's a little awkward talking about her own world, even though she's not sure why. Maybe it's because it's so different from everyone else's...]

... U-uh - how's... your legs doing? Changes are usually kinda quick, but I mean, yours was super messy...

[codeforhope]

My legs?

[Oh, right. He pulls his hand back to look at his handiwork, but also the legs themselves in general. He's been scared to try to move them too much, but aside from where the bones had snapped through and reformed...they don't look broken at all.]

They still hurt a little, but...not as bad as they did before.

[marysioux]

Good.

[Does she sound a little relieved?
Maybe.

She puts that book to the side then, standing up and stretching like she's been sitting forever, before coming over to see for herself - and yeah, the fur's gross and matted with blood... but they're honestly not bad.

Still look a little hurt, though.
So she'll go over to grab a roll of gauze from the old lady's desk, and wander right back over to him.]

Here - lift your legs, 'kay?
I'm only gonna do this for you 'cause I know it'd be near impossible on your own, though.

["So don't expect me to do this again." Not said, but certainly implied.]

[codeforhope]

[It's...honestly a really kind gesture from Siouxsie, even though she'd shouted at him when they first met. And though it's a bit hesitant, initially, Chihiro listens and carefully lifts his legs as best he can, his little hooves trembling as he tries to hold them aloft. It's a bizarre sight and feeling. He can't feel his toes, and his legs don't bend the way they used to...so much for the little dress shoes he'd been wearing.]

[marysioux]

[That's just how Siouxsie is, truthfully; it's one of her bizarre quirks that separates her from the rest of Puppetkind. One minute, she'll be chewing someone out... the next, she's warm and concerned about them.
It's how she do.

... Of course, it helps that she likes kids. And Chihiro's the perfect height to fall into that category - sorry, man.

But as she wraps his wounds, she's delicate though a little clumsy - very obviously not used to being the one doing this sort of thing, but at least she's giving her best effort.
Just trying not to hurt him while getting his wounds nice and covered from the air.
And once she's done, she ties them off with bows.]

... There.
Not too tight, right?

[codeforhope]

[Eh, he'll just let her think that for the time being. He suffers from the same problems that Saionji does in that he looks very much like he should be twelve, and not nearing his twenties.

Once Siouxsie has his legs wrapped, he pulls one a bit closer to himself so he can examine her work. Though clumsily done, they're better than what he could have done with his hands shaking from the pain of having to keep his legs held close.]

Ah...no, it's fine. Thank you.