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TEST DRIVE MEME: JULY
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.
Jean Pierre Polnareff | JoJo's Bizarre Adventure
[If you happen to be walking near the beach on this damp, dreary summer afternoon, you might overhear some pained coughing and spluttering coming from behind a rock formation. The coughing eventually dies down and after a brief pause, it's replaced by a loud, empassioned ramble.]
Oh?... If you were planning to kill me, you at least had the decency to wait until I came to. That's pretty admirable. There's a brief pause occupied by some shuffling and another wet, hacking cough.] Well, I'll welcome it! It will be an honour to fight you and take on whatever you've got. Allow me to----hrrgk!?
[The voice abruptly cuts off, interrupted by a gunshot and a loud, pained grunt.
If you go to investigate, you'll find a young man staggering backwards and gritting his teeth in pain. He's bedraggled, but strikingly dressed (not to mention handsome), and he's openly balking in a state of disappointed shock as he stares after a young fisherman clutching a shotgun and desperately fleeing the scene. He's feeing. Who shoots someone and then just runs away? What a shitty thing to do.]
II
[Or if you happen to be wandering around town later that very same day, you might run into Polnareff sitting on the curb. He's looking a little better than he was this morning, having fixed his hair and treated his gunshot wound, and is currently pouring over a pamphlet entitled, "So you're becoming a Fur Bearing Trout."
After a moment, he heaves a long, dramatic sigh, folding up the pamphlet and turning to look up at the nearest person---who just so happens to be you.]
Hey...
[He gives you a contemplative frown, intently peering right up into your eyes as he thrusts the pamphlet towards you with a pointed, and almost aggressive flourish.]
How can this fish breathe if it's got fur in its gills?
WILDCARD
[[If you have a cool, exciting idea, go for it!]]
II
He sighs heavily.]
It...
[It doesn't breathe, because it's not real. Of course. Or so goes Marco's immediate thought - but the thought doesn't get to leave his mouth fully formed, because it's soon interrupted by a series of other thoughts. They pass him by, being reflected on the brief Face Journey that he goes on: they're not real here, but can he say they're not real, period? The pamphlets in Felfri were different. The pamphlets in Felfri mentioned monsters that were real here and not there. What if Felfri has fur-bearing trouts?
WHAT IF THE "JOKE" PAMPHLETS THEY HAVE HERE WERE INTERDIMENSIONAL STRAGGLERS ALL ALONG?
When Marco speaks up again, he sounds less exasperated and more... mystified.]
I don't know...
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He deflates a little at the answer. For a moment there, it looked as though this man might have been able to clear things up, but maybe not.
He gives the pamphlet another brief, cursory look before standing, drawing himself right up and giving Marco a wistful smile.]
Ah.. who knows? The ocean is beautiful, but it's full of mysteries.
[And with that, he turns on his heel and starts to saunter away.
He has no idea of where he's going.]
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[Marco doesn't exactly have a game plan other than Help, but he's so unused to someone just walking away after an exchange like this that he can't keep himself from interjecting.]
You're new here, right? I, ah, I may not be able to answer... that particular question, unfortunately, sorry about that - but, well, I've been here for a while. There may be other things I can help with.
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It is a shame that this tremulous (and well dressed) man can't explaint the fur bearing trout, but he's not going to let it ruin his day. And now that he's thinking about it, he does have another question! So he turns back, taking a couple of steps back towards Marco and offering him an easy smile.]
Oh!.. Well, if you're from around here, can you tell me where to find the train station?
[Perhaps someday he'll come back here to see the mysterious fish he's read so much about, but that day will have to wait.]
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[Not the question he's most used to hearing from new guys, but there's nothing inherently wrong with it.]
Sure, sure. Where did you want to go?
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"Do you think it just breathes through all the fur? Like, the water goes through to the gills, and that's how it works?" [Hey, no one said he was smart.]
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It breathes through it?
[He gives this idea a very brief moment of contemplation before scoffing and pulling back.]
Come on, it can't be that easy for a fish to breathe through all that fur.
[Spoken with all the smug confidence of someone who totally has a much better explanation.]
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[Narancia glanced between the pamphlet and Polnareff, way too confident in his own idea for someone who had no real idea himself.
Not that it actually mattered of course, given that there were no fur bearing trout and it was just a joke pamphlet, but still.]
"It has to breathe somehow, so clearly it's doing it through the fur."
I...
She finds herself too paralyzed by indecision to move, and a terror comes over her face when she realizes w hat it might have cost. The fisherman is leaving. He's even dropped the gun in his panic, the goblin idly notices.
But as Reira comes close, she wonders if it will already be too late.]
...mister..? [She calls out quietly, at least able to address that much from the voice she heard.]
This took an AGE and I'm sorry
[Polnareff's head snaps up at the small voice and his eyes dart around the beach for a quick moment, looking for its source---which turns out to be a young girl wandering up to him. How old is she, eight? Maybe nine? He exhales, posture relaxing a little (or as much as it can while he's got a bullet lodged in his shoulder) as he gives the girl a pained, incredulous glare.]
Hey, you shouldn't be hanging around here! Go away!
ITS OK YOU'RE HERE NOW,
And also purple.
And also winged.
Something is not quite right here but then again, bullets were shot earlier.] Eh- But the new people were supposed to be here..!
..And you're bleeding, you need help..!
[Therefore she Totally should be hanging around here!]
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So he draws himself up, wincing and gritting his teeth as he makes an attempt at a reassuring smile and waves the girl off with a stilted flourish.]
I'm fine. You go on, look for your people somewhere else. There's nobody here but me.
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[Look this isn't the time for sass,]
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He releases a frustrated sigh, glancing down at his wound before looking back up at the girl. He does still have a bullet lodged in his shoulder. Maybe he should seek medical attention.]
Alright. You can show me where the doctor is, but then you'll go home.
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The others will probably be going home soon anyway- we don't want to leave anyone new alone too long, in case they get stuck somewhere.
[Read: in Tsukikage's spiderpit. But anyway.]