TEST DRIVE MEME

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TEST DRIVE MEME: MARCH

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

[ohsusannahmio]

... all right. [She thinks it's a little ridiculous. But all right.]

I don't particularly need a house, Eddie. But I will insist on an apartment I can get to in my chair. And one with a bed for us.

[thefuckingbeam]

[Of course it's ridiculous. It's Edward Dean. He is ridiculous by default.

He plants a kiss in the nest of her curls, unable to keep from such affectionate gestures, and can you really blame him? His wife is here. His wife.

And you can bet your ass he's getting you a house, Susannah Dean. Or at the very least, a cottage.]

Whatever you say, Mrs. Dean. Don't have to twist my arm too hard to share a bed with you, y'know.

[ohsusannahmio]

[That he is. Good thing she loves him for it.]

Oh, I believe you. I don't think it'll take any arm-twistin' at all.

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[thefuckingbeam]

Guilty as charged.

[He keeps his voice purposely nonchalant as they round a corner.]

And you, uh—you don't mind me being a fishman and all?

[ohsusannahmio]

... I dunno if mind's the right word? I'd rather have you as you used to look like, to be honest, but I can get used to this. You're a very handsome fishman, you know. As long as you keep our bed dry...

[thefuckingbeam]

[Eddie tuts, faux-sanctimonious.]

Susannah, I'm not slimy. But—good to know. Shall I take you to my and Jake's place? Give you the grand tour?

[ohsusannahmio]

Slimy, no. All wet--maybe.

[She laughs.]

Let's see your place.

[thefuckingbeam]

[Eddie blows a raspberry at her. God, it feels so good just to laugh and joke with her again, something he hadn't realized he missed specifically until now.]

Coming right up!

[He'd already been steering her toward it anyway; it's only a few blocks, during which Eddie points out the places he's come to know in the last nine months. When they reach the apartment building, he pulls the wheelchair up next to the front stoop.]

Y'know, I never did get to carry you over the threshold.

[ohsusannahmio]

[It's something she's missed too.]

No you didn't, [she agrees with deceptive mildness.] Comes of not havin' a threshhold before this. You gonna do it now, Mr Dean?

[thefuckingbeam]

[He comes around the side of her chair with his hands on his hips, as if he's got to really assess the situation here.]

Hmm. Yeah, y'know what, I think I will, Mrs. Dean.

[He bends her down and scoops her up without effort; being a monster comes with certain advantages, and strength is a big one when you're used to being a recovered junkie with little muscle strength at all. He turns his head back to the wheelchair.]

I'll be back for you, pal. Stay.

[And then he turns and pushes through the building's front door with his hip, marching up the stairs with Susannah.]

[ohsusannahmio]

[She laughs and wiggles a bit in his arms, just 'cause she can, though not too much to get him to drop her.]

It doesn't move on its own, sugar.

[thefuckingbeam]

You never know around these parts, toots.

[He makes it to the top of the stairs and kicks the door open. Looking down at her and giving the bottoms of her thighs a squeeze, he takes one large, exaggerated step over the threshold and into he and Jake's apartment, which is currently unoccupied.]

Welcome to Chateau Ka-Tet. A romantic getaway right here in beautiful Bavan.

[ohsusannahmio]

[She takes a look around.]

Well. It's neater than you'd think with two bachelors living together.

[She likes that there's flowers in the window box too.]

[thefuckingbeam]

[Eddie chuckles, crossing the tiny living room to set her down on the sofa. There's a blanket and a pillow bundled up at one end, and the coffee table contains a small pile of assorted shiny junk—bottle caps, a mens' chain necklace, some empty bullet casings. There's also a hash pipe.]

Don't be fooled, Suze, that's only because Jake lives here and he's way neater than me. I'll be right back.

[He runs down the stairs again and soon reappears, toting the wheelchair, not even huffing and puffing.] Can't believe I ever thought one of these was heavy.

[ohsusannahmio]

Well, you were going through withdrawal, honey.

[SPEAKING OF WHICH.]

... Eddie. What's that pipe doing there? It don't look like it's for tobacco.

rip eddie dean

[thefuckingbeam]

Yeah, fair point—

[He cuts off, and goes to plop down next to Susannah on the couch.]

Iiiit's not. It's for pot, babe. Nothing addictive, I swear.

Re: rip eddie dean

[ohsusannahmio]

Eddie.

You do know that the fella that sells you that probably sells a whole lot of things you shouldn't be anywhere near? Addictive or not, it's no good for you keeping clean.

[thefuckingbeam]

[He sighs, but he knows she has a point.]

I know, I know...it just helps me relax. Keeps my thoughts quiet.

[He regards her dubiously.]

You tellin' me you're from the sixties and you never lit a joint?

[ohsusannahmio]

[...]

Whether or not I've smoked marijuana has no bearing on this, Eddie. You not gettin' back into the drug trade and going back to heroin does.

[thefuckingbeam]

[Eddie's skinny shoulders drop, and his head falls between them.]

Okay. Okay, you have a point. I'll quit.

[Truth is, he'd do just about anything to make her happy. Not to lose her again.]

[ohsusannahmio]

[She leans herself against him.]

Sorry, honey. It's just that after you put such work into gettin' clean, it would be a shame to waste it.

[thefuckingbeam]

I know. Going through the DTs once was bad enough.

[He slings an arm around her and kisses her temple, relaxing back against the sofa.]

I still can't believe you're here. Feels like a dream. Or maybe wakin' up from a nightmare.

[ohsusannahmio]

Mm. It feels the same way to me. [For so many reasons she can't say.] Though I don't think you were ever a fish in my wildest dreams.

[thefuckingbeam]

Well, if you decide that being married to a fishman is too much, I won't begrudge you a divorce.

[It's a joke, but it's also a very real fear of his. What if it's just...too much for her?]

[ohsusannahmio]

[She kisses his cheek.] Don't you even think of it. You're stuck with me, Eddie Dean.