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TEST DRIVE MEME: MARCH

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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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Three months. Or close on it, anyroad. Long enough to turn into somethin' I'd swat if I saw it on the window.

[She smiles wryly, and half-opens her wings just in case he's somehow missing her meaning. Tackling the whole monster thing head on feels like the fair thing to do here.]

I meant it about the coffee. There's a place just down the way, and sittin' oughtta make talkin' easier. [A though strikes, and her eyes light up with something just this side of mischief.] Shit, and they've got choklit, too. You won't believe it, how sweet they make things here.

Man Jesus.

[Only three months. Bert rubs a hand over his face and shakes his head.]

I wot it's been...shit. A decade, at least. I dunno, world's only gotten worse and the laws of physics and chronology fucked off for fairer pastures entirely.

[So really, this isn't that odd, now that the initial shock's passing. Most of it. Still odd to see her like this. Not alive, but changed as she is. She does seem very moth-like or sommat.]

I could use a coffee. Aye, let's have ourselves a sit. What's chockit? Yeh can tell me while we walk!

[And with a grin, he slings an arm around Susan's shoulders. She's likely the last person he'd thought he'd be meeting when he slipped loose the mortal coil, but he is damned glad to see her. He'd always felt a touch of guilt, over how everything had gone down.]

[But he had warned Roland. Multiple times.]

You ain't seen shit yet. [She's thinking of Eddie and Jake, of course, and whatever that says about time, that they should be here before she ever was.]

[She lets his arm go around her shoulders without comment, although her wings twitch a little when he brushes over the top of them. There's a lot of nerves bundled in those wings, more feeling in them than she'd ever expected.]

And I ain't tellin' you. I want to see your face when you try it.

[She smirks, but only for a moment, before seriousness edges into her expression again. A decade. That's hard to get her head around - even harder, somehow, than imagining the time Eddie and Jake have told her about. Possibly it's because it's so hard to think there's a decade between them, that Bert is older than she ever got to be - and that he still remembers.]

[He remembers. That's something she means to come back to, because there's a whole lot of holes in what she knows about her story. She wants - actually, doesn't want, but needs - to know what came next.]

[But that's for later. She can interrogate him later, and she's pretty sure she will. For now, she'll just lead him down the street to a little café, trying to bring her focus back to the present.]

[...Trying to think of something to say in the present is hard.]

They got all kinds here. For someplace people hate so much, livin's pretty damned soft. Takes some gettin' used to.

Now that innit suspicious.

[Bert raises an eyebrow. What's the big deal about this chokit stuff? Should he be worried?]

[But really, he has other things to worry about. Like her. Alone in a strange world for months. He knows Roland wouldn't like that. And as Roland isn't here but he is...well, he has a duty to her.]

Aye, all kinds indeed! I seen more kinds in a day or two than ever a'fore! But what am I about to do, complain at civilization? Proper buildings? Inside toilets? Hell, this place looks a holiday retreat compared to where I was!

[He has to laugh. Yeah, right, there's monsters. But they're not real monsters, they're cursed folk. There's a difference. And compared to dying In-World...]

Susan...are yeh alright? I mean, have yeh been alright, here?

[She considers for a moment, then shrugs.] I got friends here, and I got work - real work, honest work. And I'm gettin' strong enough and scary enough people ain't so keen to fuck with me.

It ain't so bad. Naught to fret over, anyroad. It was worst when...

[When she thought the baby might still be there, and the weeks that followed after she knew it wasn't. That blank breakdown, that she's still not sure of how long it lasted.]

[But that's not something to put on him right now. She's not even sure he knows she was pregnant, and that would be a hell of a way to break the news.] ...When I first got here. Gettin' used to things.

And the changes, those're hard.

Aye, I've seen some of the beasties about. Can't imagine it's an easy thing, changing into one of'em.

[Human bodies aren't meant to twist and warp like that. But he has to admit, some of'em look a bit neat. He knows it's going to happen to him, but it's all sort of theoretical.]

Glad you've got people. And you've got me now! We're practically family, after all! I may be lacking my guns for the moment, but I am a force with which to be reckoned e'en without'em.

[It will take him all of a half an hour to make himself a proper sling shot. The simple weapon is as deadly as a pistol, in his hand.]

[She smiles sidelong.] If I didn't kennit before, I'd kennit seein' you lived through that mad-dog shit the three of you were talkin' of pullin'.

Reminds me, though - I got a place here. Ain't too big, ain't fancy like some places here, but I'll set you up a bed easy enough if you need one.

[Later, though. Right now, they're at the café, and she disentangles herself from him before ducking inside.]

Oh aye? That'd be damned helpful, Susan, I've got naught to my name but the clothes on my back! Clothes that are sorely in need of some mending and not-being-worn time.

[Speaking of fancy...Man Jesus! Bert eyes the small cafe with some curiosity and awe. He hasn't seen the like before. And the smells! Oh great glory of Eld, he can't recall a collection of aromas so enticing and pleasant! Not in many and many a year.]

[His stomach growls noticeably.]

Smells like paradise in here!

Just so happens I work for a girl does clothes, too. [She winks at him, and gestures for him to find a seat while she goes up to the counter.]

Now aren't ye just bubbling over with kismet?

[Bert fins a seat at a little table, dark eyes bright as he looks around the room. It's all new, which is a fascinating thing to him. Both in the sense that this world isn't dying and that he's never seen a place quite like this. Even the decor is unfamiliar and intriguing.]

[But sweet steed of Eld, the smells. Had even the great ovens in Gilead ever let off such tantalizing aromas?]

[Susan laughs at that, as she heads to the counter. After a little while, she comes to join him, slipping into a seat opposite and setting a coffee and a slice of chocolate cake down in front of him.]

Someone's gotta watch for you. Otherwise, we'll only find you in dark alleys with questionable girls, judgin' by all that back there.

Try that. Go on. [She nods to the cake, and there's an excited kind of mischief in her look, like she can't quite keep still. She really wants to see this from the other side, is all.]

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