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TEST DRIVE MEME: SEPTEMBER/OCTOBER
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.
Harleen Quinzel | DC Comics
Harley wakes up drenched on the beach, immediately coughing up water and choking. It takes her a while to come back to herself which is why she's slow to respond when someone sticks a rifle in her face.
Slower than normal at least.
"My, what a big weapon! Can I hold it?"
She attempts to wrench it away, but the man knocks her onto her butt again, his friends moving closer.
"Just asking." She holds her hands up, getting up slowly and shakily and then kicking him in the face with the full force of her gymnastics training, grabbing the gun and beating the next two guys with guns over the head with it."
A little help? Or maybe you want to wait until she's panting and three of the other guys are gone.
"They seemed nice."
[Werewolf thing]
There's a screaming woman in the alley, howling as her bones lengthen and shorten, her neck thickens and face goes pointier.
"AAAaaaaaaaaaaaaa hahaha! Hoo! Hahaha!" It quickly turns into a pained hyena bark. It takes Harley a moment to stop flailing but when she does she gets to her feet and wow. Everything smells good.
Especially the dumpster right now.
[Simulacrum]
It's a store. Maybe used clothing, maybe toys. Anyway there's this soft, incessant ticking sound from somewhere. The shelves are jammed with junk and there's a life size creepy, smiling harlequin doll/mannequin propped up in the corner, one of those that look like their eyes are following you everywhere.
Then it moves.
"Hey! This is a stickup!" Harley brandishes a rifle at the clerk. "Just give me the money and I'll be outa your hair.
Sorry, Bats. A girl's gotta live."
SCENARIO 1 (Let me know if you need me to edit anything!)
Having spent a good amount of time searching frantically for a vampiric head, Jonathan is slowly coming to terms with the bleak possibility that he may, in fact, have lost Dio's head.
Also he might be dead? He's not entirely sure. Being alive doesn't seem especially likely, as much as a foggy beach could easily be the spot to wash up upon when capsizing a few days out from Britain. But between his healed injuries (admittedly accompanied by others) and a distinct unfamiliarity about everything, it seems...possible.
Perhaps it's hell. He did strive to be a good person in life, but no doubt having to leave his wife the way he did would be deserving of punishment- no one should have to watch their loved one pass away before their eyes.
Oddly, it's the sound of a woman's voice which grabs his attention- it's then the astonishment of her actions as she proceeds to not only disarm someone attacking her, but then strike back at the others.
(Very good! But there's no time to admire that-!)
Someone is being attacked! And while they're doing well to defend themselves, it's clear that help is nothing to deprive them of.
"It's not polite to strike a lady while she's down..!" is all one of the recovering gunmen hear, having briefly prepared to try and get a lucky shot in while the other two were the primary focus.
Suffice to say the gun is snatched- it is also snapped like a twig over his knee, leaving nothing but the barrel half and the handle half between a now terrified would be shooter and Jonathan.
Somehow, Jonathan doesn't look mad. Just disappointed.
you're good
Yanking the guy's pants down would teach him a lesson, but she decides to skip it just this once. For one thing they don't look very clean.
"About time someone broke this off." She's talking to Johnathan. "Say, you're a pretty big guy aren't ya?"
She seems too cheerful to be someone who just had her life threatened.
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....He's tall and British, Harley,
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She laughs.]
You're sweet. And definitely not from around here. There's nothing to make me feel welcome like a good old Gotham handshake.
[Now that she's thinking of that, the shoreline doesn't look familiar at all.]
Don't tell me I wound up downriver guv'nor.
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...The last I recall, I was about to be thrown adrift from the ruins of a ship, [Jonathan explains rather vaguely.] I had almost assumed myself ashore the country I came from, but this place...
...It feels far bleaker, somehow. Is it similar for you?
[He can only assume they were both somehow shipwrecked after all. It just makes sense.]
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Jersey? Could be Jersey.
[For the first time she sounds stunned and a little worried.]
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[He, naturally, assumes the small island off the coast of France.] I've never been to Jersey, so I wouldn't know...I have heard that it can get quite foggy in the winter months though.
[This is true! ...For. Jersey, the Island, of course.]
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[Because that's what it looks like, right?]
Too bad we didn't ask those guys for directions. Tell you what, if we go straight away from the water we've gotta find something sooner or later. Or end up getting adopted by wolves. Either way, win win!
You comein' with me big guy?
it was hard to find the early uses of this word but gosh it was worth it...
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c...ar..?] ...Cars? ...Do you mean...as in railway coaches? [They were starting to call those 'cars' now overseas, weren't they?]
yes worth it
Do you really...you don't call them "cars" in England? That's adorable. Ooh, let me guess. Autos?
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[....] ...I'm beginning to fear that booklet of dialects may not have been correct...are they at least collectively part of a 'train' still? I do suppose at some level they could be considered 'automatic'...
[This man does not know what a Car is]
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You have cars in England! You know, vroom, vrooom? The old horseless carriage?
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Speedwagon's speedwagon.] Oh!
Goodness, of course...Speedwagon has one of those- a steam carriage,we call it. It's rather loud, and the horse wagon is still best outside of London or so he tells, but it was a very interesting vehicle.
[it may not have saved them actually]
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Things really are different in England. Why don't you and me go look for signs of life? And maybe some clothes that aren't soaked. Eugh.
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[In particular, there is one- no, perhaps even two- on his mind. Speedwagon likely had no idea of his seeming death at this point however, unlike Erina.
Speaking of others however- where are his manners!?] I believe I've run ahead of my own manners- I should introduce myself to the one I'm seeking help with after all, [he remarks.] My name is Jonathan Joestar- what might I call you, miss?
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You have people who'd worry about you? Aww.
Harleen Quinzel. My friends call me Harley but you can call me anything you want, handsome.
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[No doubt if he is corrected to Doctor, he'll apologize and use the appripriate title.
For now...Jonathan's smile is quite sad, and for good reason-] My wife, Erina, [he explains.] While on board the ship to America for our honeymoon, we were unfortunately attacked- I'm certain she was able to escape harm, but in our last moments together I was quite greivously injured...
[He still isn't sure how he's been restored- his hand reaches to his throat at the very thought.] ...If I can assure her that the worst did not pass, there would be nothing better.
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Actually most people call me Harley.
[Oh....oh]
That's...so romantic. The things people do for love...I wrote my thesis on that, you know.
cool news there were ladies with doctrates in jonathan's time! WHOO!
Oh...really, it only seemed like the best thing to do at the time, [He insists.] If at least she, and another as well could survive, it would be worth the sacrifice...
[He'll clarify on Other if asked, but for now! Thesis!]
Oh my! A university graduate then? [he presumes.] I only recently completed my own before my marriage, actually...if not for the situation, I would ask if we might be able to compare studies.
[Sadly, he suspects it'll be some time before either can get their hands on a thesis paper copy.]
Whoo
[Harley laughs, waving a hand.]
Yeah, you could say I passed. Not like any a' that matters now.
[For many reasons. All that work she put into becoming a doctor incredibly young? Pssh, please. Plus that thesis has some unhappy memories.]
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This also means he is going to just be reassuring, of course.] An accomplishment is an accomplishment, no matter what any other would say, [he insists, nodding.] Unless it were a matter of regret- and even then perhaps, with how such things can be learned from- I would say it absolutely matters.
[That was a lot of words to say BUT YOU DO MATTER, but there they are.]
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I never regret things. It wastes time.
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I see, [He doesn't! But he'll not press on that.]
I suppose regardless of the matter, it does us little good until we determine where we are, and how we can return to where we should be, [he ultimately decides as they walk.] I did think I heard some sounds in the distance at least...
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[She trots off in the likely direction, but then she's got short legs and he can probably keep up well.]
Were those noises gunshots?
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