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

[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.