TEST DRIVE MEME: SEPTEMBER/OCTOBER

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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.

Comments

angelica | fate/kaleid liner

[decarded]

SCENARIO FOUR (Simulacrum)

[ The promised changes have begun to set in, and they've left Angelica feeling sour... So far as she feels any way about anything, at least. But, then, it would be hard even for her to feel nothing in a situation like this — especially when the creature she is becoming seems like such a deliberate mockery of her particular circumstances. Some days ago, the skin on her hands had begun to peel, and then it peeled clean off, revealing the pale, smooth, ball-jointed hands of a doll underneath.

It's those hands that are at work now, Angelica carrying on with her job waiting tables as if nothing is wrong. And, she supposes, nothing is; it would be stranger if the transformation hadn't begun to affect her by now. She doesn't look at her fingers as she picks up plates and wipes down tables. She doesn't pay any mind to the feel of her uncovered joints moving beneath the fabric of her conservative outfit. And, when she turns her head, she doesn't think much on the odd seam encircling her throat, marking the point where human skin ends and hard plastic begins.

Not until it becomes something she can't avoid thinking about, at least. Maybe you're a customer, and she's leaned forward to place a drink in front of you. Maybe you're just a passerby who happened to come by as she was wiping down one of the outdoor tables. Either way, abruptly, the relative normalcy of the scene is interrupted by an odd creaking noise, and then the heavy thud of Angelica's head falling clean off her shoulders and plummeting unceremoniously to the floor.

For Angelica's part, she seems... fine? Not as hurt as someone missing a head probably should be, at least. It's a bit hard to tell, though, given that she now lacks a face; where it had been just a second ago, there's nothing but a few exposed wires, one of them tipped with what appears to be a small speaker box. Her upright body remains frozen in shock for long moment — but then it straightens back into a proper standing posture, and Angelica makes her best attempt to point herself in your direction. That's just the polite thing to do, when you address someone.

She may be a few degrees off. ]

Pardon me. [ Her voice sounds small and tinny, but considering where it's emanating from, that can hardly be a surprise. ] Would you be so kind as to retrieve my head?

four going in with SLIME

[notpiercings]

[Whatever Dio had been expecting when he went out for a drink, it... certainly hadn't been this.

Sure, eating regular people food had lost its benefit for him, sure it had lost its taste and texture long ago, but still there's a certain comfort to a hot cup of tea that goes beyond simple consumption. It reminds him of the life he was striving toward, the power and money he had elaborately promised himself; and the pain accompanying those things is outweighed by the simplicity of remembering one nice thing. His plans have crumbled, yes, but knowing that he had once been going somewhere reignites his determination to make something equally grand of his current situation.

So he had oozed in to order a cup of tea. No big deal. He hadn't expected for his waitress' head to fall off like a crumbling bust.

Dio has to pause and look at the floor for a moment, slowly flexing his gooey fingers as he processes the request in his head. This shouldn't have to be his problem, really, and honestly he'd really rather not deal with it at all. All the same, though, he might have his tea revoked if he refuses to at least try, and if not that then the quality of future teas could be worse as a consequence, and that in itself would be an even greater inconvenience. He's a little slower-going in these thoughts now that his whole body is liquid, but there's also the... tactile specifics of the task to consider.

He. He's real slimy. Grabbing things is not his expertise.

Still, he slowly slides off of the chair to approach Angelica's head. He reaches out with his arms to try to lift it, but his fingers simply slide off of it. A ten pound round object is apparently too heavy for him to pick up. Superb.

Dio's brow furrows in frustration. He refuses to let this simple of a motion elude him.] Would it... help to turn it your way first? [Rotating it is something he can do, yeah. He can't just give up now. Then he'd look ridiculous!]

[decarded]

[ She would love to say that it would, but with her eyes disconnected from the rest of her body, she can't see a thing. She can only track him by the sound of his movements — and, given his slimy and footless shape, there aren't many of those for her to go on, either. She turns abruptly toward the sound of his voice when he asks that question, but once again, she can only estimate where he stands relative to her body. ]

No. If I were capable of seeing from it, I wouldn't require your assistance.

[ Despite the inherent morbidness — and the inherent absurdity — of the situation, her voice is flat as she answers him. If she knew what the issue was, she might offer another suggestion... But, of course, that would require Dio to be forthcoming about his own limitations. ]