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

[worstmage]

[Worrying his lip with one of his fangs, Jowan considers Daylen and then glances behind himself at his abdomen.]

It would just be a seated piggyback, surely. ...wouldn't it?

[He taps his front legs on the ground, fidgeting.]

I've lifted...things before. [Bodies. Body. He wrapped one in silk during a Fog he'd left eating too long toward. They don't talk about that stuff, though. Jowan wouldn't talk about it even if they did talk about it because he likes to pretend it didn't happen.] I don't know how long I could manage...but probably long enough for you to recover a bit.

[stumbling]

[He doesn't think he wants to know what "things" might be. His eyes narrow, but he doesn't ask. It's better not to for the moment. They can discuss that later when he's had chance to heal.]

There's no harm in trying it, though you should know the blood loss isn't as serious as it appears.

[It's more than is ideal, but he's lived through worse injuries. Even without healing magic at his disposal he's in no danger.]

[worstmage]

[Jowan scoffs.]

I'm not entirely inexperienced in judging bloodl...

[And then he trails off because that was a stupid joke to make. It's not the kind of thing he wants to be reminding Daylen about. He doesn't really know anyone he can make jokes like that with so he's not sure where the impulse came from. Exhaustion at always pretending it didn't happen, probably. He makes a small effort to switch the point of it.] Well. We survive a lot, here, don't we. [Nailed it.]

I'm not going to...force anything, I mean, if you'd rather walk I'll...I'll keep watch.

[stumbling]

You shouldn't joke about blood magic.

[That would be in poor taste from anyone, but from Jowan? He can't believe he has the nerve. His use of blood magic had been what ruined everything for the both of them.

He pushes himself to his feet again, not looking at Jowan.]

I think I'd prefer to walk.