TEST DRIVE MEME

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TEST DRIVE MEME: JANUARY

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

[naturallywavy]

_{[ Gintoki cannot really focus here with Jyushimatsu saying stuff like this with his mouth wide open.
This boy. He just ain't Right. ]}

Didn't your mother ever teach you to not hate people with your mouth wide open?
_{[ why is that the part he's concerned about. ]}

[neetfreak]

[it's a wonder insects don't wander into his gaping mouth.

or maybe they do]

...! [Jyushimatsu closes his mouth. keep your mouth shut is something his mother has told him. plenty of times]

Mmm...!

[naturallywavy]

_{[ did u just pupil wink......... stop.
But now, we're screaming. This is Fine. ]}

Oi. You're shitting me, right? D*raemon is everything you ever wanted to be: a blue robotic cat from the future. Don't play stupid with me. Don't talk crap about him. Do you seriously want to die just now?

_{[ Doraemon is love. Doraemon is life. Gintoki loves Doraemon a lot. ]}

[naturallywavy]

_{[ he just broke it.....
Gintoki stands there, expectantly, sliding his hands to his hips and cocking his head to the shoulder. ]}

What's that? You can't really do anything with your mouth shut?
_{[ this is bothersome. ]}

Hey, hey. You probably came out the womb like that, didn't you? How did you even bother to suck your mommy's teats with your mouth wide open? How did you make it through life this far with your mouth open?

_{[ god, Gin rambles. ]}

Look, there's a time people can change for the better. Do you seriously think you can survive a job interview with your mouth hanging open? There's a better life for you.
_{[ why is he scolding him now... ]}

[neetfreak]

[wh

what did Jyushimatsu do to receive such a lecture? he leans back a bit, sweating nervously as he tries desperately to keep his mouth closed]

I...! Aaah...

[this is hard! he doesn't even know how to respond. finally he blurts out]

I ͝HA͡V͝E A ̕JOB͞!̴ PL̢EASE̕ ͡D͝O ͝N̨OT̀ I̡N̷S̶U̴LT ͟M̶Y ͠M͟OT̡HER͠! [and he slams both fists into Gintoki's stomach]

[karappo]

[..................]



THAT IS NOT WHAT I SAID AT ALL!!

[naturallywavy]

_{[ maaaan. This guy is an absolute shmuck. Gintoki feels embarrassed for even feeling slightly threatened by him. Karamatsu might notice that somewhere in this process, he has inched a little bit closer to him. ]}

If you're embarrassed, I can look away. You don't want to keep all of that pent up in your buggy... thing.
_{[ He.. doesn't even know how all of this works. ]}

—It's just not a great idea to hold it!

[makehistoria]

[Stocke staggers a step back and lets out a soft huff of breath as Raynie jumps at him, her arms wrapping around him. For a second his own hands hover awkwardly just to her sides.]

[Then he hugs her back, his eyes sliding shut.]

[Stocke... Stocke'd honestly never thought he'd see Raynie again. That he's wrong about it hurts; seeing her here is knowing what'll happen to her in a month, and that's not even the only reason. But at the same time - telling himself he's not glad he's wrong would be a lie so patently false you'd probably see it on his face.]

...I didn't keep my promise.

[andeatit]

[Despite how long it's been since he's seen Clarence, everything is exactly as he remembers, and the man makes enough of an impression for him to be remembered in minute detail. Even the nickname, obviously meant as a derogatory remark, is as ignored as it had been the last they had met. It's not a nickname he's fond of, but it's not one that bothers him enough to be argued.]

As poetic as that would sound, I don't believe that's true. [Clarence knows Light's secret, it isn't as if he hasn't kept an eye out for him. Now, with him reappearing when the rumors whispered of new arrivals was more than enough evidence for Light.] You haven't been around.

So, welcome back. How do you feel?

[atjourneysend]

[The tendrils are cold, like mist. She doesn't care; if anything her arms tighten around him when he hugs her back.]

That's –

[His promise… she didn't even think about it until Stocke had said it, too engulfed in the mix of shock and joy and damnmit, now her eyes are starting to sting. The hug lingers as she works up an answer.]

When the fight's over, right? That's what you said.

[Raynie sniffles and pulls back rather reluctantly, keeping her hands on his shoulders. She manages to crack a faint smile.]

Well, I don't really understand what's going on yet, but – seems to me there's still fighting to do.

Re: 2

[cardboard_boss]

Hgnh. Afraid not, kid.

[Snake in inhaled on his cigar and blew out the acrid smoke above his head. He was there to try and help any newbies that might have arrived to the monster hell. This time it was a young girl looking for a guy who was tall and had a beard. Good choice but it wasn't him.]

What do you mean about parasites and not having any money?

[resurrect_hell]

[Vergil has been aware of a presence walking behind him for some time, but he's had no reason to give the being (for those are not the footsteps of a human) any type of attention. Until he hears the unmistakable sound of laughter behind him.

Usually, this would not be enough to garner his attention, but he's curious enough about his new surroundings and its inhabitants to turn around.

And then he almost wished he hadn't.

The hooves, the ears, tail, and horns are distractions, but easy enough to put aside when the face is one that he knows as well as his own. In fact, it is his own.

If he's surprised, he carefully conceals it behind a mask of apathy.]

A Minotaur, how quaint. Where you also given a labyrinth to guard along with the new look, Dante?

[resurrect_hell]

[Vergil stares wordlessly at the creature, the monster he supposes, although he's seen true monsters. Demons. And they don't wag their tails in greeting.

This isn't the first time that someone has mistaken Vergil for his brother, it's not even the third, but that doesn't make it any less aggravating. Dante always has a way of attracting the kind of people Vergil would prefer to avoid.

This...man, is coming to fit that description quite well.]

Cease your prattling. You have mistaken me for someone else.

[Clear as it may be to put two and two together, he doesn't know this man and so will not bother saying anymore.

But Redgrave. Ah, it's been a year since he's last heard that name. Interesting that Dante has chosen to resurrect it here.]

[resurrect_hell]

[Vergil watches the man as he comes away from the bushes, tracking his movements with his eyes. He wonders for a moment if he is one of the Fog God's followers sent to guide him to their meeting place. It's somewhere in this city, but as for an exact location, he doesn't know.

The not knowing disturbs him more than the fact that he's standing in a deserted city used by a powerful god and their cult.

He doesn't reply right away, measuring his words carefully.]

I would assume I am here for the same reason you are.

[resurrect_hell]

[He silently curses his human senses for the millionth time since his arrival on the peninsula. His eyesight is only able to make out a vague shape and two glowing red eyes. From the voice he can deduce that its a woman. But not a human, judging by the form of the shadows.

Which is interesting because he distinctly remembers her being very human the last time he'd seen her. How quickly things change.]

It's you.

[A admittance of recognition. The only kind she'll get from him. He had been dismissive of her before, she had been a simple human interfering with his family matters. But things the tables have turned dramatically since then, with him being the simple human in the situation.

Or so he would prefer her to think. It would make a victory all the more sweeter to be underestimated in his weakened state.]

Dante fails to mention many things. Including you.

[andeatit]

[Light assumes, by default, that most who come here were human, though he's met the obvious exceptions. While he's known vampires, they were all victims of the change after coming to Ryslig.

Most of Vandare isn't in the best of condition, but Bavan is. In time, if she agrees, they'll get there; faerie rings are useful.]

I would give you my word I won't, but I doubt it's worth much yet. If it helps, I don't actually eat humans. [Only their energy.]

If you don't mind me asking, Shimizu-san, are you from Japan? You use honorifics, and they're rare here.

[Trusting she'll following, Light begins to lead her toward a distant building. It's the one that houses his current ring in Vandare.]

[cirquedelalune]

Dedication is one thing, execution is another. A conductor could do them a lot of good, I think.

[Asaka's words are heavy with interest, her personal experience with such things coming through clear. Maybe not dance, but performance is still part of her area, and she fancies herself a stage manager when she's in that persona.]

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[cirquedelalune]

[Having been eying the arcade with a similarly underwhelmed air, Asaka's overhearing of the somewhat brash remark turns her attention to the one who said it, and she purses her lips a bit before running a hand over the pinball machine herself.]

I'm not sure I'd say it like that, but it's not a domain fit for a god. Shouldn't a being with the kind of power they say they have show it in their domain?

[She sounds thoughtful, more than anything. If she joins either of these sides, she wants the promises that have been whispered in her dreams held to, especially the ones about leaving this place.]

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[cirquedelalune]

[Heading up the beach behind Ciel is a young woman in long boots and a matching skirt and blazer in dark blue, hair still dripping with water from waking up on the shore. The smell of gunpowder has Asaka a little on edge, biting her lip a bit as she looks around to make sure there's nobody in immediate sight with a weapon pointed at her, and the whole eerie atmosphere has her hurrying her steps up to get to what she hopes will be civilisation a bit quicker.

Seeing a young, dirty boy in front of her gives her pause for thought, though, and she instead speeds up to catch up with him first rather than go on ahead, falling into step beside him.]

Are you alright? You must've woken up on the beach too, right?

[notmynature]

[Ellie got lucky and had something good sometimes. Since she'd gotten better at hunting, meat wasn't too rare at least. Joel's been a good shot, too. Still, bread is rare. Incredibly. And the sandwich seems really good.

But she's not about to take from a kid.

Sighing, Ellie shuffles her feet.] Yeah, guess I was bein' pretty hopeful with that one. [Well, while she waits, she can get some info. Joel isn't the kind to calmly ask questions so this could be the thing that fell to her.]

Hey, how's this place still standin'? With all this food, seems like it'd be attacked a hundred times over by now.

[notmynature]

Yeah, makes two--- a lot of us, but it looks like they have more than enough to share. [Spoil sports.] They're even selling this stuff. Like an actual store. Who the hell has so much food they sell some of it?

[Since the lady is saying 'they', Ellie can only assume she too has just stumbled upon the city and can realize how ridiculous the whole setup is.]

Billboard? No way in hell Joel'll slow down to read, not unless I can write it in really big letters or something. 'Ellie's here, find the ice cream.' [Hey, lady, did you know this place has ice cream?]

[notmynature]

The infection? [She's not even sure how to answer the question. It's obvious, it's leveled the world.] Took over people's head, makes them look all bumpy eventually. Made most of the good stuff go away?

[Surely he knows. It's ravaged everything.]

You live here, right? You ever seen the other towns? They're all gone. Like, gone gone. [Ellie reaches out, lets the sides of her hands touch before moving them to opposite ends, simulating a flat ground.] Food's what you catch unless you live in the military places, and those place suck pretty hard too. There's no way in hell you can just go and buy ice cream. How'd you keep this place safe for so long?

[Another reason she needs to find Joel before it's not safe. After what's happened recently, he's probably worried about their separation.]

[eyecontract]

[He can take note of her appearances and more obvious displays. It may mean she has a title of importance, and maybe they can speak as equals rather than pretend he's the kid he's currently emulating.

But no, she's actually insane. Ciel holds back the annoyance he feels at what is obviously an attempt at furthering the prank. Sebastian better make an appearance soon.]

There's probably a lot of food I can manage to eat before I have to choose other humans. [What if she is serious? What if she's eyeing him right now to decide if he'll make a good meal?

Where has he managed to get himself now?]

My guardian will be very worried about me. I'd just like to let him know where I am before he sends too many people searching.

[I'll be missed. Keep that in mind when deciding your next meal.]

[eyecontract]

[Ciel doesn't expect company until his demon of a butler shows - and he seems to be taking his precious time. The voice startles him, causing him to swirl quickly, but the relaxation that comes over his features is obvious. Females are even more likely to help him when they see his age.

Blessing and a curse.]

Yeah, I just woke up. [Temporarily gone is the aristocrat that rules over the Phantomhive household. In his place is a young boy that needs help. It's intentional.] But I don't know where I am.

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[andeatit]

There's a soup kitchen.

[While Light doesn't make a habit of listening to strangers, a human looking so out of sorts while looking at the pamphlets stands out amongst the crowd. He's always had an eye out for new arrivals, and this may be one of them.]

But it's not something you can casually collect. [His eyes go to the brochures in the man's hands.]

But no, it's more like a curse. Are you new here?