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graveyardsmash2019-01-11 03:32 pm
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Test drive meme: January
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 is making all the cuts and scrapes on your skin 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 on the more informative end of the scale. 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 readers saying they're lies, or pointing out good "jokes."
Then there are 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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Whoa, whoa, there's no way I'm just going to show some stranger I just met. Do you know how dangerous that is?
[Hell, he doesn't know if this guy wants to jump him or something, given how excited he was to just get all up in his business after dropping his keys. As he stares down at the werewolf, however, he can't help but feel...sort of bad for saying no, for some reason. He just seems so excited and so earnest that it's almost like saying no to Rita.
After a few moments, Juno carefully draws his laser pistol from its holster. Grumbling under his breath, he holds it out to Ray.]
It's on stun right now. Be careful, it can still knock you off your feet. You can't find anything like this around here, though--gave a weird lady a bunch of coins in exchange for something from home.
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[His ears perk up with excitement when Juno hands him the gun. Ray takes it and carefully examines it.
He really wished he could open this bad boy up and see what makes it tick, but that seems rude to do to this person he just met. He hums thoughtfully to himself.]
You know I wonder if I could build something like this myself! I’m still figuring out the readily available material here, but it would be a fun challenge to reverse engineer this thing and rebuild it using the stuff I have here.
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[His nose twitches as he shifts his legs slightly. He taps his claws against his arm, glancing back and forth from the laser gun to his apartment door. At Ray's suggestion, he quirks an eyebrow.]
You better keep that stuff to yourself. I know more than a few people who'd want to get their hands on mass-produced weapons like this, and their intentions usually aren't exactly good.
[He holds out his hand to take back the gun.] Now, are we going to stand out here and talk about laser guns all day, or can I go back to my apartment?
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[Sometimes people steal your nuclear weapons and try shooting you with it and that’s fine.
Ray frowns again as he hands Juno the gun.]
Alright, you sure you wanna be alone? You seem like the kind of guy who could use a drinking partner!
... Not that I’m gonna sit around stealing your alcohol. I can pay yo I back for anything I drink.
[Ray you’re basically offering to pay Juno to be his friend.]
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I didn't say I was going to be drinking. [He mutters under his breath, unlocking the door. After another beat, he shrugs and lets out a scoff.] Sure, why not? Not like I was going to be doing anything else this evening. Just don't touch anything.
[He pushes open the door and pauses, turning back to stare at Ray.]
...What's a proton pack?
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[:C can you blame him?
Ray perks up at the question, however, and his tail wags again.]
Oh! Without going into detail it's a device that traps ghosts were they stand! I'm a Ghostbuster, actually! ... Or, was. Not much use for those here, especially since I would have to bust myself too.
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[He says that slightly derisively, though he's a little concerned about that. If anyone can assume anything accurate about him, they could try and manipulate and take advantage of his vulnerabilities.
...At least this guy seems incredibly honest, almost to a fault. He sniffs, walking down the hallway and up the stairs.]
Spirits, huh? I've run into my fair share of the occult. Never turned out to be anything other than fairy tales and tabloid fuel. [He pauses. That name sounds familiar, but he can't quite place it.] ...You're a werewolf, not a ghost. Why would you do that?
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We don't always bust ghosts! Demons, gods, humans with weird powers, we deal with anything supernatural, including weres!
[His ears suddenly droop as he rubs his arm.]
... Also when I do end up having to eat humans, I don't think I could in good conscience continue busting ghosts when I'm just as bad as them.
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[Especially with a "logic" based job like being a private investigator. Juno's ears twitch when he hears that change of tone and he feels...weird. He rubs the back of his neck, glancing over his shoulder towards the other were.]
I mean-- [Pause.] Think of it like--
[Sighs. Runs a hand through his fur. He's just about as uncomfortable talking or acknowledging that part of his life as this stranger is. He decides to redirect.]
You know, you've invited yourself up to my place for drinks and I hardly know your name. I make it a point to know anyone I drink with. Or anyone who sets foot in my apartment.
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[Ray perks up slightly, glad that he doesn't have to talk about eating people but also embarrassed that he just... invited himself into someone's home without even intro ducting himself.]
Oh, sorry about that! I'm Dr. Ray Stantz, it's nice to meet ya!
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[The words slip out far too easily--a practiced and repeated phrase over the past decade of his life. He moves to unlock his apartment door when he pauses, tail twitching.]
Wait--doctor of what, exactly?
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[He freaking loves that and he can't help but be envious.]
Oh, the PhD is in Parapsychology.
[He has a PhD in Ghosts.]
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[Juno blinks. He opens his mouth to speak, then closes it, shaking his head and turning back towards the door. He mutters under his breath--]
Of course it is. Why did I even ask?
[Juno pushes open the door, then hesitates, glancing at Ray. Ray can probably smell a whole lot of leftover take out, even more bourbon, and...flowers?]
Don't touch anything, alright? Besides, like...the couch, I guess. And the table. I'm not used to having guests over, so...it's...kind of messy.
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[Ray frowns slightly, hearing Juno mutter under his breath. With his hearing, he's able to make out what he's saying and tries to justify himself, but lets it pass.
Ray raises his hands up in defense.]
I promise! It would be rude to go rooting around your stuff after I basically invited myself into your place.
[...]
It kind of smells like the firehou-my place back at home, although with a less chemical burn smell and more flowery.
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[A dedication to doing good. Juno's tone shifts to be slightly melancholy before he shakes his head and walks in, holding the door open for Ray.
The apartment is...pretty nice, overall, if you ignore the empty cartons of take out scattered about and the empty bottles that have been unceremoniously shoved under the coffee table. Papers and files litter the living room, and Juno makes a small effort to swipe those onto the floor and out of sight. The windowsill hosts a variety of slightly wilted flowers--dahlias, peonies, a bundle of roses in a vase....
He places the bag on the kitchen counter and digs out a few bottles from under a carton of eggs and a bag of bread rolls. He raises a few in suggestion towards Ray.]
Oh, uh. The flowers were, um...I dunno. I just thought it would help liven up.... [He trails off, then snorts.] Whatever. It was a stupid idea. I never was any good at taking care of plants.
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Aww, I don't think it's stupid! The fact that you try despite not being good at it means that you're willing to learn, right? Besides you seem better than me at growing plants - I'm so bad that I can't even keep a cactus alive!
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Huh. Never thought of it that way. [He pauses, then clears his throat.] That's--That's nice of you, I guess.
[Why the hell is this guy being so nice? Does he have an ulterior motive of some sort? What is his plan? Juno takes out another bottle, studying Ray carefully.]
Whiskey, wine, or beer? Pick your poison. Pretty sure I've got some leftover eggrolls in the fridge if you get hungry. If you want, I...guess.
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[If that... exists.
Ray's tail wags slightly at the mention of beer, but he ponders this.]
Beer's great, and don't worry about that. I'd feel bad if I started eating your food as well as drinking your beer!
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[Juno raises an eyebrow, but takes out two bottles of beer and makes his way over to Ray. There's still that lingering feeling in his gut that he's being way too trusting, that this guy clearly has it in for him somehow.
...Ugh. If Rita were here, she'd probably say that he was being too prickly and paranoid and just looking for excuses to kick him out and be all sad by himself. Being treated kindly is just...weird. Unfamiliar.
He sits across the couch from Ray, careful to leave some space between them as he uncaps his beer and take a sip.]
If I'm being honest, I'm more of a whiskey lady, myself. Not that I'd turn down any drink with alcohol in it, unless I was getting real bad.