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TEST DRIVE MEME



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: The State of the Game Discussion produced a lot of great suggestions and we now have a post for Plot Suggestions and Monster Questions. The NETWORK VOTE results are in and PRIVATE MESSAGING will be added some time in November. Lots of people have asked good questions on the FAQ, so do take a look. You can only app ONE character per round so choose wisely. Reserve and application dates have been announced. Test drive meme threads can be used for your roleplay sample! Sample scenarios: SCENARIO ONE: You've just been released from the hospital in Vandare and no one really seems to know what to do with you. The locals offer polite advice but don't seem to want to spend a lot of time with you. You and the other new arrivals stick out like sore thumbs, so perhaps one will spot you wandering about town. 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. 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.

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[He sees that tension, and purses his lips in worry.

'Looks like I'm not sleeping tonight.'

Not that he distrusts the kid, but he sure as hell doesn't trust what's happening to him.

(What will happen to HIM too)]

Okay, I'm gonna get wood while I can still see. Don't move.

Don't worry...I'm not going anywhere even if I wanted to.

[And that was the truth. If nothing else, the jacket he's wearing is giving him some small comfort, like he can...almost pretend these changes aren't happening. If the pain wasn't so prevalent, he could.]

Right.

[He doesn't go far: these woods like to play tricks, something he learned first hand earlier. But he has to get enough to last the night- he's sure as hell not leaving once the fire's going.

Once he returns he gets to it, setting up a circle of stone and building a leaning of sticks. If nothing else he's *read* about how to set up a camp fire. Thankfully he has a old flint lighter he bought pretty soon after showing up here. Practical.

Still, with no real kindling it's taking awhile to get the sparks to really stick]

[While Rin works to get the fire going, Dipper reaches his arms around and pulls his knees close to his chest, trying to keep himself as far back from the fire as he can manage. His body is so cold that he feels certain that if he doesn't move, the fire won't ever light, even if he had the proper kindling to get it started.

He tightens his grip around his legs as he feels the pain well up inside again, his stomach hollow as he stares blankly at the side of Rin's head while he works, eventually having to force his gaze back down to the ground.]

[Eventually he gathers up some dry leaves which seem to be doing the trick, though they are a bit smokey. Rin doesn't look up as he suddenly speaks]

Oi. Stop looking like I have steaks tied to my head.

[It's... not exactly accusatory, but not exactly joking either. Just a firm statement]

We both know what happens here, no point pretending we don't. I'm depending on you to be stronger then that for tonight, understand? I WILL clock you with one of these logs if I have to. But I don't want to.

[Dipper flinches back a little and quickly averts his gaze, digging his claws a bit into his knees.]

I...I know. I'm sorry.

[He just hopes that he'll be able to hold out, like Rin says. He's made it this long...but the more his body dies, the hungrier he becomes.]

Sorry. I know it's harsh, but...

[He awkwardly rubs his necks, popping it a little and rubbing and rotating his shoulder]

...sorry.

[Oh, that's a fire going thank god]

[Dipper just shakes his head a little, not looking up when his ears catch the sound of the fire starting to crackle softly.]

It's fine. Don't worry about it.

...

[But he was going to regardless. But how do communicate? Damn. In the end once the fire is going strong he decides against words at all and just sits next to Dipper. A silent show of acceptance.]

[The fire doesn't help, at all. In fact, it only makes him uncomfortable as he shifts, something inside being repulsed by the light and heat. He scoots back slightly eventually, turning his face away from the direct heat of the fire with a long, wavering sigh through his nose.]

[Rin winces, but keeps his gaze on the flames. The fact that Dipper didn't like it just proves it's need. He hated that he had to think like that, but if it kept any other transform-ies away they might just get through the night.

He glances off to the side, and spots the hat that lead him here in the first place. He picks it up, gives a pondering look-

And sinks his sharp but natural teeth into the blue half, tearing first one hole, then another. The lighter seals the edges, and once that's done he shoves it down on the kid's head, the holes allowing the antlers though. Another tug and the bill is at least some protection from the glare]

There. Now try to get some sleep. I'll keep watch.

Hm-?

[Dipper looks up when the familiar weight of his old hat suddenly comes down on his head, fitting a little snugly now since his antlers are fighting for room. It does get a smile out of him though as he rests his chin against his knees.]

Okay...I'll try. ...Thanks, Rin.

Don't worry about it.

[Rin settles in, poking the fire with a stick and glaring at the sounds of life shifting out int he woods. As if to warn off anyone considering it.]

[Dipper falls silent after that, trying hard to fight to ignore the incessant growling of his stomach. Eventually, his exhaustion overpowers the hunger, and the boy's head starts to drop forward, his shoulders shaking a little- not from the cold, but from the exertion of just keeping himself sitting upright.]

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