graveyardsmash | Test drive meme: January

TEST DRIVE MEME: ~~NOVEMBER~~ 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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[Elsa's been here long enough now that it's easy to anticipate when new arrivals would be coming, and where, usually. There's an occasional twist, like the flesh hospital or that time everyone got stuck in the freezing-cold ward of the normal hospital after that one... rage incident, but most of the time it's the beaches of Vandare that new arrivals appear at. So she's already there when she hears an angry voice, and upon investigation-

Ah. Well. Okay then!! She'll run to catch up to the raven-haired woman (after stopping to help the man up, though he refuses the help of someone so obviously a monster now), a light frown on her face.]

Try not to hold it against him. The people here... they have every right to be wary of those who arrive in the same manner that you did.

[It's hard to say where Cassandra was going to stomp off to. She didn't know herself. Anywhere other than there, honestly. She felt the need to blow off some of her anger, and doing that to ordinary people... ordinary armed people nevertheless... Yeah, that wouldn't be right.

Not unless they came after her. Then it's fair.

Sounds of movement behind her half-convinced her that her thoughts were coming true. And she turned partway to face it- Oh.

It's a monster. Well, one of the people who have been here long enough for that to happen. What she'd become, if she stays here long enough herself.]

Yeah? Well I didn't ask to be here in the first place. [This girl didn't deserve to get the blunt of Cass's pent-up aggression. But she can't help some of it.] The last thing I want while I'm here is to start trouble, but I can barely walk through town without someone telling me to get out.

[It's fine this is fine. Even if she's fairly harmless as far as monsters go, with the only noteworthy things being her sharp teeth and claws - which she hides behind her back to hopefully not put this woman on edge even more than she already is - she is still a monster. A monster telling her that maybe that guy that just tried to attack her wasn't so bad; she can understand the frustration, even if Elsa herself was more scared than angry when she first showed up.

And hey, at least this young woman isn't threatening to set her on fire like Lup did. That... that's a step up.]

I understand. [Her voice is nothing but sympathetic, so it's definitely not really empty words there.] It's unfortunate, that most of the time new arrivals show up here, when Bavan is much more welcoming.

They'll calm down. The locals just... get a bit jittery during these times. It's hard, not knowing what to expect.

[Setting someone on fire was the last thing Cass wanted to do, even if the idea presented itself as a rather appealing threat in this troubling time. But she'd never do that. That's wrong.

The irony of what this girl is telling her isn't lost on Cassandra, but she appreciates it... deep down. This girl and her sympathy, and that look on her face. Her own, hard-edged expression softens, just a bit.]

Guess that's one thing we have in common. There's no telling what to expect out of this.

[Except there is. She knows the truth already, she's read the pamphlets.]

...We- I'm going to change, aren't I? Into a monster.

[Geez, the people here are getting sharper and sharper, aren't they? Or at least more no-nonsense. Elsa usually tries to save the monster thing for last, to ease them into the absurdity of their current situation, but... seems like she can't do that now.

She sighs, nodding as her gaze drops away from Cassandra in a way that almost seems like guilt.]

It's true, yes. In a month, you'll begin to change, and despite many others being trapped here for far longer, nobody's been able to find a way to stall it, let alone reverse it.

[Cassandra has prided herself on being no-nonsense. It only came to a point where there was a little nonsense when Rapunzel entered into her life. All the same, she still enjoys getting right to the point of things.]

That figures. [She groans. It's frustrating, but it's not like Elsa is to blame for the news. She would have eventually pieced it together based on the villagers reactions alone.] Guess I should have known, sooner or later, I'd have to deal with some weird, magical thing.

[Ohhhhh dear, there goes Elsa's anxiety. With how long she's been in Ryslig, and how used she is to people like Lup and her family being so okay with magic or practicing magic of their own... Elsa's started to forget that there are people out there who really don't like magic. Which is okay!! They have a very good reason to fear magic! But it's just... oof. It's like a scab coming off a wound that hasn't really healed yet, so she's feeling a bit awkward right now.

She tries to laugh it off, but that awkwardness definitely bleeds through a little bit.]

You've, ah... had bad experiences with magic?

["bad experiences with magic?"

She opens her mouth to answer the obvious but haaaa the thought suddenly strikes her that maybe she doesn't want to let slip about Rapunzel's seventy feet of indestructible hair. It doesn't have healing power anymore, and it doesn't seem like she's even around here, but.... what if it gets back to Corona that she was responsible for taking her to the black rocks, which lead to it growing back in the first place?

The king and her dad already know that, she doesn't need everyone else knowing that too.

So, she... laughs, a little. It's awkward because she's already terrible at covering for herself.]

It's not all bad, I guess. But I mean, not really? I mean, not... specifically me. It's my friend, magic has kind of been a part of her entire life, so that means it's a part of my life now.

And... I guess I'd say that seventy feet of un-cuttable hair is a bad experience with magic.

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