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TEST DRIVE MEME: MAY

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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 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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I'm trying to.

[Elsa a way of making anything seem possible; it's why Ima had joined up with her in the first place. Yet Ima can't help but harbor doubts about a Ryslig freak show's potential success. An angel with a demon tail only counts for so much when both demons and angels are walking around in public every day. Who would pay for a show they could get for free just by people-watching? Ima's no businesswoman but she is practical enough to see the snags in this plan.

Ima sighs; she's resigned to the scheme for the time being. She pushes herself off the bench into a standing position and attempts to smooth the front of her white dress. Elsa's a good three inches taller, so she still has to look up slightly to meet her (former!) boss's eyes.]

I guess we'll have to wait and see.

Hm.

[Elsa's expression grows slightly tighter and more pinched as she takes a drag on her cigarette. She can sense when someone is skeptical, and even more when they are trying not to appear as such just to appease her. She's very shrewd, both as a businesswoman and as a people-reader. She knows everyone's gooey center very nearly innately, regardless of how gooey they happen to be on the outside.]

I think we will see a great many things, my darling. Some of them may not be well-suited to billing. Others? I'm sure you will be pleasantly surprised at what people will pay good money to gawk at. These people... they fear the monsters, nein? They keep their distance even when they see them on the street. They don't get close enough to get a good look. To many of them, a guarantee of safety while they satisfy their curiosity would be a big enough draw.

[She laughs as a sudden, bawdy notion occurs to her.]

Ha! You could charge for a waist-down exhibition alone and people would pay. Humans will always have certain appetites and curiosities.

[The only way to describe the emotion crossing Ima's face is scandalized. If people want to do a nude show that's fine--Desiree had always knocked it out of the park with her topless act--but Ima sure as hell isn't taking part. Her face goes beet-red, the color not merely creeping into her round cheeks but rapidly flooding them.]

I'm not going to expose myself! God, can you even imagine?

[She's not easily embarrassed (and even that is putting it lightly), but going naked from the waist-down would do it for sure. Her fellow freaks seeing her naked is one thing, as is a partner seeing her undressed for sex--if someone wants to sleep with her then they obviously genuinely enjoy her figure. But normal people getting a look at her exposed belly and thighs...she can take the average stares and comments but even Ima Wiggles has her limits.]

Edited 2017-05-18 21:19 (UTC)

[Elsa hasn't blushed in years regarding this topic. She smirks coyly at Ima's clear discomfort.]

Goodness. With so much of you to keep covered, I would think that your modesty would struggle to keep up! Rest easy my dear, I am merely spitballing ideas here. Thinking of paying customers who might like to see naga cock, or a harpy's cherry pie up close. There are plenty of opportunities for those savvy enough to take notice.

[She quirks a brow as something else occurs to her.]

More opportunities than even I might care to exploit, but that only makes me wonder who is. My monsters were never prostitutes but certainly, for some? There is appeal.

[Ima isn't exactly modest; it would be a real stretch to call her such when she'll freely expose her bust to flirtatious carnies. She simply doesn't want to deal with that level of heckling from the 'normal' population. Maybe it's Elsa's normality (her wooden legs remain a secret, of course) that keeps her from understanding where Ima's coming from.

...Still. Ima can't pretend she doesn't enjoy the way Elsa's chosen to spin her words. There's a whole lot of her and that's precisely how she likes it.]

If you dip your toe into that pool, you can count me out. I'm not sleeping with anyone who doesn't care about me.

[Right now, she's not going to think too deeply into the nature of what she and Jimmy had. Maggie Esmerelda's mockery still stings, and she wants to believe she'd meant something to him--something more than a fuck-pillow for him to drown his sorrows in.]

[Elsa is well aware of the power and freedom that comes with being able to make one's own choices. She's no stranger to making the decision to sell her body and her more sordid skills, after all, even if she tends to keep her own past in that regard fairly discreet.]

This is all, at this point, a tremendous "if", Ima. Who can tell where it might go, in the end? If you ask me, riches and applause await both of us, and we only have to heed the call.

[For Elsa, after all, applause is really synonymous with caring and love.]

Edited 2017-05-23 19:20 (UTC)

[Ima's only interested in "riches" insofar as they can cover her living expenses. As Barbara, she led a life of luxury and found it deeply unsatisfying. Elsa can aim for higher living (and may she truly enjoy it once she gets there), but Ima will always choose to be among friends, no matter where that might take her.]

I'd settle for a place to sleep and a basic job right now.

[Well-to-do young ladies don't seek careers, of course, that's for women of lower class--meaning the only job Ima's had in her entire life was her spot in the freak show. So what the hell is she going to do here? She hasn't been trained in any easily marketable trade and she can't spend hours at a time on her feet. Still, she's not going to kick back and expect strangers to pay her way. She'll figure something out, surely...]

Edited 2017-05-25 20:12 (UTC)

[Wealth is all well and good, but as far as Elsa is concerned, it's not worth it to have money unless one's name and face are known to admiring throngs of fans. Being among friends is important as well, of course... so long as they are safely outside the edges of the spotlight that Elsa covets for herself.]

"Settle." I despise that word. It doesn't even pretend to be fulfilled, like "content." It says that you have made the easier choice, and allowed yourself to become unhappy.

[Her manicured hands press into Ima's broad shoulders.]

I would never want "settling" for any of my children.

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