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TEST DRIVE MEME: MAY

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 of the natives are trying to get on your good side with 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? 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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A. Arrival.

[He was in Bavan, hangin' around with his insides and brain marinating in whiskey and a last bit of nymph-grown cannabis; thank youuu, Mister Makara. (Probably a bit too much of both of those things - he... thinks he had a nice evening, at least? 'Twas a distracting one, at least. Not in a bad way.)

He is now on a beach. Aching all over, and with his brain feeling like it's been fried to blackening and then fried again until it was reduced to mostly smoke.

He gets up with an "nghhh" and with his wings fluttering rapidly, for whatever the heck good they might be for getting him up faster. Squints at the light o' day even with a hand flung up to block it a bit.

Once his head's clear enough, he looks the beach up and down. Looks inland. Can't see the city.

He is... basically on an island, cut apart from last night. Completely alone, from the looks of it -- 'course he is, 'course he'd wake up stranded on his own with his face in the sand after a night like that, just his luck, of fucking course...

Something in his head's, ah. Plummeting a little.

He tries to snag it and dredge it heavily back up with a breath in and steadily blown-out sigh as he looks down and watches his shoe stir the sand.

Well, nice job, asshole, he thinks to himself. Not without any humor, or a small tug of a mouth-only grin to himself, but both are... with conscious effort in injection.

Well. Time to haul tail back to civilization. Try to straighten out... whatever might need to be straightened out, heck. Try to get his head back on straight before work.

His walking along the beach starts out... aimless. He's got to be going somewhere, but any direction he could walk could easily be the wrong way to the city.

Up until he... spots someone else, and you know what, however much of a wreck he might or might not look right now, he's... kind of glad to see another person. He immediately starts gravitating toward them. There's a moment where he asks himself to hold on, what am I doing, and then that part of his thoughts wakes up a bit more properly.

He briefly works up a small smile with his head nodding down and his eyes following, lifting a forearm to hail 'em. Once he's within talking distance, he starts to amble to a stop with the words of the obvious question to ask starting to trip on out.]

S-so I'm like --

[Abrupt stop and swallow. A rueful twist turning up his smile, and a little bounce and shake of a trace of active humor on unsticking.]

-- I'm hungover as hell, man, could, could you like -- ...

[Falls off and dies on getting just past his teeth.

A quiet, creaking "Uhhhhh..."

And then, drier and flatter, with his head falling to the side a little:]

...You know which beach this is?

[That anyone who looks fully-human might be new to the place doesn't occur to him - he hadn't arrived via washing up, and he hadn't made it to newcomers' landing the last time he'd been there for it. Monster or human, he'll approach and ask them in the same way.]

B. Among the Newbies.

[Pffha, he was not one of the lucky ones. And that's not a thought he's having bitterly - maybe a little wistfully, strolling around and seeing the townspeople flock around the new blood, but heck if he even knows quite why.

Mostly? He's here because he wants to be around people right now. People themselves, people noise 'n chatter - and there's plenty of that, with resident "Excuse me, would you like...?" and "Here, for you, please have a...!"s and papers and baskets hopping from set of arms to set of arms. It's... honestly kind of tickling, this sort of hubbub, and he's wound up skirting the crowds with a one-sided smirk that he barely even noticed working its way onto his face. (Now, that's more like it!)

And fffha - he catches someone ahead of him breaking out of some of the people-traffic with a towering armful of items. 'Ey, might as well kick himself into things here, nobody said he couldn't...

He slows down a bit by them. Flicks an upward nod their way, fingers in his belt loops, and fringes this with a little of a taut-but-breathy laugh.]

You need some help with that, dude?

C. Wildcard.

[If you'd like another prompt, feel free to ask for anything, or toss a scenario of your own my way!]

[It's not like any reception she'd ever been given. Maybe it was her clothes that let people know she wasn't from whatever tourist town she'd managed to find her way into. The clothes and building are all old but well done; wherever she's at, someone's gone through a lot of trouble to make it all look authentic. Had she stumbled on it in any other way, she would have been impressed.

Now, she's just really lost.

At first, she'd been kind, playing along while asking how to get out, but then some unlucky native had given her a pamphlet about human flesh. That didn't go over well.]

You think this is funny? [She raises one brow while the other holds the brochure.] Why do all of these talk about cannibalism? Ha ha, very funny, let's make a joke about killing and eating people. Is this some kind of sick joke? Who put you up to this?

[Someone who'd heard about the Wendigo story? Someone who was cruel and found humor in her horrible experience. It was so elaborate.]

[And somewhere in the throng he spots...

...Every process in him comes to a cold, dead stop.

Before picking up again so fast as to be incoherent.

His wings flap open, and he thinks, no. Nahhh, it can't be...

It was always possible, something sitting less-immediately in his mind thinks, but no -- why now (why is now different than any other time?), why her (why couldn't it be literally anyone), and he's frozen in place with his head hammering and his heart starting to palpitate. Passers-by cross his line of sight to her. He stays fixed, with the feeling of cold creeping up above his brow, waiting to sweat itself out...

And in one particular moment he tries to urge himself against --

He finds that he's heading toward her. His steps near-zombie-like. Automatic. Any part of his mind that could convince him to modulate his approach if he must approach at all checked right out, busy, whirring.

His initial call is, at least, coherent and clear, once he's within a range in which he could tell whether or not it's really her, if it is a bit automatically forced-out.]

-- Sam, uh, I --

[...And it drops straight into a void.

If this is really her -- if it is -- then... god, he doesn't know what he can say, just that he wants to say something, please, please recognize him, and on one hand if you hate him, go right ahead, and if you don't, then maybe you should, at the very least it'll be evidence that everything he thinks he remembers isn't a straight-up sick lie...]

[Her name is a familiar call. Sam turns before her brain can register the familiarity of the voice, but once his face is in sight, she freezes.

Josh.

His appearance is as impossible as her own. No, more impossible. Josh was dead, wasn't he? Buried in the same mines that housed his sisters.

Sam stands frozen, unable to pick a dominant emotion. Despite every idiot thing he's done, she's glad to see her's alive. But he did do a lot of idiotic things. So. Many. Idiotic things.

After a few seconds that feel like they last an eternity, relief at seeing him alive wins out. She can still be angry, and she can still show the anger, but Josh had been a friend, a close friend. He'd suffered so much, and it had broken him.]

Josh...

[His name is just a whisper on her lips before she's running forward, ignoring whatever ridiculous thing he's wearing.] Josh... you idiot...how... you're alive?

[Relief nearly slams into her.]

["Idiot". Hhheh -- yeah, that... well, he at least deserves that.

And again, croaking -- ]

Sam...

[He... wants to believe it's her and doesn't want to at the same time. This doesn't feel like his mind playing tricks on him. Doesn't look it or sound it, and it is too plausible for him to question any of it, but either way...

God, he's terrified. He feels his legs shaking under him, god; and at the same time, he wants to run to her -- tell her that he's glad she's alive, if she really is, and that he's so, so sorry for what happened on the mountain, what he did and what he led them into...

What's happened here so far melts away. At least for now.]

-- Yeahh -- !

[Is the first thing he's able to say. He pauses a moment, blinking in confusion, tries to catch himself.]

I-I, uh. I'm a --

["I'm alive."

But so is she. He wonders for a second if he shouldn't be, or if he should be sorry that he is, or...]

-- Sam, I'm so... so sorry...

[Shaking his head. His voice starting to hitch, in spite of himself.

All-around sorry - simple as that, really you or not, god, please, just say it's true you don't hate him...]

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Joshua "Josh" Washington | Until Dawn | Faerie

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