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TDM: 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.

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[He's adorable. But while he's talking she mentally going over what little she knows about geography outside of Gotham. Something is very wrong here and it's nagging at the back of her mind.]

Jersey? Could be Jersey.

[For the first time she sounds stunned and a little worried.]

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Jersey? Do you think so..?

[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.]

Nah, not enough abandoned cars.

[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?

[He almost introduces himself, just so that she has a name- and hopefully so he can get hers, actually, because they probably can't go on through a conversation without.

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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?]

Ha, yeah I guess they have rusty boxcars too along with the burnt out Packards and Corollas and Nissans.

Do you really...you don't call them "cars" in England? That's adorable. Ooh, let me guess. Autos?

[.................................] Oh dear...

[....] ...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]

[...]

You have cars in England! You know, vroom, vrooom? The old horseless carriage?

[Only one thing can save them now.

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]

[Something's very wrong here, but Harley's not going to waste any more time thinking about it. Too bad steampunk is a little past Harley's time.]

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.

The same can truly be said for America! [He laughs, though warmly.] Clothing and answers are an absolute must though- if we can determine where we are, we can send word to any who would be worried for us as well.

[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?

[Harley's own pants and bright sequined blouse might be a little weird by Johnathan's standards.]

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.

[He has potentially been assuming this poor woman washed ashore in underclothes.] Harleen. [He nods.] A pleasure then, Miss Harleen.

[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.

[Pssh, she lost her medical license a long time ago. She nods.]

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.

Oh! [He'd assumed since she said 'her friends' that it would be too familiar!] I shall make certain to use Harley, then, [He insists, before finding himself rather bashfully shaking his head.]

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.]

Aw.

[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.]

[As someone from a time where women in the workforce to Not get a lot of recognition, Jonathan is naturally taking that to mean something differently.

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.]

[He's wrong. But he's still cute.]

I never regret things. It wastes time.

[He genuinely has no idea what to say to that.] Oh-

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...

Come on!

[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?

[He keeps up quite well, and is likely slowing himself down to keep to her pace as necessary.

It does make holding conversation easy however.] I wouldn't think so- and I would certainly hope they weren't. The last thing we need is such a dangerous delay.

[Also, something seemed rather odd about the guns that those first few men had- he can't put his finger on it, but he's not sure he wants to find out what it was.]

TEST DRIVE MEME: SEPTEMBER/OCTOBER

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it was hard to find the early uses of this word but gosh it was worth it...

yes worth it

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cool news there were ladies with doctrates in jonathan's time! WHOO!

Whoo

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