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JANUARY/FEBRUARY TEST DRIVE

TDM: JANUARY/FEBRUARY

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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[01 It's a Sticky Situation]

[Her day had been going great, and while she remembered sitting down for a movie, she did not recall going for a dip in the harbor. Spitting out sand, and sitting in soaked jeans did not a happy Peace make. Still, at least she didn't manage to drown.]

OK, first, gonna pinch myself, because I'm pretty sure movies don't offer this. [She pinches the pale skin of her inner wrist, as though the numerous little seawater-stung cuts aren't good enough proof.] OK. Ow.

Where am I? [She sadly tries to shake the water out of her cellphone, but there is no bringing it back to life, and a little part of her really, really wants to stay hidden. What if someone mistakes her for a fox? Or Big Foot? Or a really small Godzilla? The rest of her, still shaking the water out of her phone, walks forward.] Hello? Anyone out there? I'm not, like, a deer or anything so don't shoot...! Hah.. ha? Hello?

[02 Heaven Knows What the Outcome Will Be]

[If there's one thing Peace knows how to do, it's run from a situation. Specifically, a situation that involves pitchforks.] Notawitch! Notawitch!

[She knows better than to run in the woods, but the posse of angry villagers behind her won't stop, so into the woods it is. She doffs a brightly colored jacket, and throws a rock in a different area to avoid notice. Maybe she got lucky and they stopped at the edge, too wise to follow her in. Regardless, Peace does not stop for nearly a half mile, before she hits the edge of a clearing and collapses to catch her breath.]

[Altair shuffled closer, pressing a hand against his bandaged shoulder. He couldn't help but laugh a little at her comment. It turned out to be a bad idea. The movement caused the pain in his shoulder to flare up again and he winced in pain.]

It would have been nice if that's all it took not to get shot.

[His voice was tired and frustrated.]

Edited 2020-01-22 03:55 (UTC)

[Wet hair slapped against her cheek as she turned quickly, hands still up.] Right, but, uh. Don't... shoo-- Oh, you don't have a gun. OK. Cool. [She drops her hands down slowly. Then what he said finally clicks.]

Wait, hold on. Did someone shoot you?

[She looks around quickly.] Are they still here?!

[Altair raised an eyebrow. What gave it away? He kept that thought to himself. This girl looked like she washed up here just like he did. There was no point antagonizing her with sarcasm. Instead he just sighed.]

Don't worry he's not here and he shouldn't wake up anytime soon either.

[Her expression smoothed out and she nodded slowly. Right. The guy who got shot with the gun also stopped the guy who shot him. She saw that episode of I Survived once. This tracked.]

Well, good, then. Wasn't into getting super dead today. [Walking in wet jeans sucks, in case the expression of slow disgust doesn't key Altair in. Still, as she approached, she tried for a friendly look and offered him her hand.]

I'm Peace. You're...?

[Altair was drenched so he understood her discomfort. He took his hand away from his shoulder and almost took her offered hand when he saw the blood on his hands. His hand tensed. He withdrew his hand, balling it into a loose fist. His gaze turned distant as if his mind was elsewhere. When he did answer, his voice was quiet and had a sad edge to it.]

Altair.

Altair, got it. [She offered him fingerguns in lieu of the failed handshake. After a few moments, she took a couple steps forward offered him her soaked hoodie.]

You can use this, if you want, to clean up a little. Sure, it smells like dead fish right now, but that’ll wash. Probably. [She is… really short. 5’1” if someone was being generous. And she’s talking in a quicker, clipped manner, more in line with someone who definitely just saw blood and doesn’t know what to do about it.]

So, I’m sure you don’t, like, know where we are? Maybe? Because I need a coffee and, like, 10 crullers to make this day better, and you look like you could, too.

[Altair looked like he wanted to refuse, but he just sighed in defeat and accepted the hoodie. He could tell the blood was making her uncomfortable and he didn't like having blood on his hands either. It brought back unpleasant memories.]

Thanks.

[He used the inside of the jacket to wash off the blood, that way she wouldn't have to see it, and handed it back to her.]

I wish I did, but I don't even remember how I got here let alone where here is. Do you remember anything?

[She shakes her head slowly and drapes the hoodie over her arm.]

No, I was watching a movie. Treating myself, you know? And it had just gotten to a good part.

[Peace frowns.] Now I'm out eleven bucks and a pair of cute shoes.

I remember getting in a car with a friend but that's it.

[If it was just him, he would have guessed that the Order drugged him with something that messed with his memory but too many things didn't add up. Why couldn't he hear souls or feel Her presence? Where was Sirius and why kidnap Peace? Was she a mage too? It was possible. As far as he knew, they hadn't found the new mages yet.]

Did you have magic or some sort of strange ability before you came here? It might give us a clue as to why we're here.

Uh...[Think fast! Think fast! Peace looks side long, her lips pursing.]

Nope!

[She knows she's a terrible liar, and now is no exception. She just hopes that he doesn't catch up on it, and resolves to apologize to her grandma's memory later.]

Must just be a... uh, a weird coincidental happenstance! Right?

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[Altair wasn't convinced and he fought the urge to raise an eyebrow. But he could understand why she would want to keep her powers, whatever they were, a secret. He and his friends had been hunted down because of theirs. He wasn't about to reveal his secret to a strange either, even if she seemed nice. So he decided to act like her little lie worked. He got the information he needed so it was fine.]

I guess so. Sorry for asking such a weird question.

[Peace seems relieved that he appears to believe her. Lying wasn't fun, and she was bad at it, but maybe he was dense?]

It's OK, it's not the weirdest I've ever been asked. [That is an undeniable truth, at least.]

What do you say we find a place that's not, uh. Here. With the crazy people?

[ There's no good and logical explanation for why Jongdae is out on this beach. It's literally the worst, shittiest beach by anyone's standards and he has zero beach experience and no standards. The fact that occasionally people with guns liked to hang around here is additionally a Bad Feel but you can only walk up and down the streets in town so many times before you're officially a weirdo.

Hearing a voice makes him pause momentarily and consider whether to keep going or turn around and head back the way he'd came, but it doesn't sound like a very scary one. More confused? Lost? That feels real familiar.. ]

Do deer even do beaches?

[ His shape moving out of the haze isn't threatening. His clothes are mismatched, at least in that he has a rough looking, somewhat old-fashioned long coat thrown on over a stylish hoodie and jeans that were clearly only ripped for the aesthetic. Very 2019 stuff. His shoes are also not ideal for wandering in the sand, which is something he's gonna regret later. ]

But lemme guess. You just woke up like that.

Do I look like Beyoncé to you?

[She’s annoyed, sure, but come on! That was right there. She’s also very short, very pale, and very red-headed. About as close to Queen B as a Peugeot is to a Ferrari.

But she’s also familiar in that, “Let’s share our selfies in a Discord” way. Peace turns and peers at him. The clothes are something Else, but his face and that kind of weird style.]

Jiaheng? Oh my goodness! [Like many other things in life, Peace doesn’t hesitate getting 1: the pronunciation of his handle wrong and 2: barreling towards her friend like a little, red freight train.] Is it really you, or is it kinda you? You look like you!

[ He understands that reference! And laughs, of course, because it's good and it's refreshing to not have someone talk some nonsense at him for the first time in awhile.

His memory sucks though, in that he doesn't immediately have that same sort of recognition. At least, somewhere in his head he's aware of seeing her bright red hair before, but not that it is specifically the same hair belonging to the same actual human. ]

What? [ He's either slow or the way she'd pronounced his handle throws him off. He flinches back a little, bringing his hands up in front of him like he expects to be hit or grabbed or.. something. There's a lot of Extremely Valid Reasons in this place to be jumpy as hell. ]

Wait! You-.. wait. Wait. I mean-.. yeah, it's me? [ Why does he sound like he's unsure? Possibly some existential bullshit. ] No one's actually ever called me that.. like that. That's what you sound like? Huh.

I didn't expect you to sound like this either! [This is the first good news out of the bad news that is this entire day. It's almost enough to lighten the grossness of the day off her shoulders, too, but then she stops.]

Wait. Wait. You haven't logged on in, like, ages. Were you here this whole time? [She looks around suspiciously, and, in true fashion of a Kid Who Grew Up in a Cult, pauses for effect.]

Did we get kidnapped by a cult?! Because dropping me off in gross water on What-the-heck Beach is rude.

[Her brain is going a million miles an hour and finally catches up with what he said before] How do you say your handle?

[ He gives her a side eye for a few seconds because.. he sounds like what? But then he'd have to explain what he'd meant so best to just leave that one alone. ]

Yeah, this is where I've been. I laid down for like a power nap and woke up in a tree.

[ When he'd woken up in said tree, he'd been salty as hell about it. It's been a couple weeks at this point and by the sound of it that salt has not at all diminished. Honestly, how dare. ]

Heh. But it's not a cult, no. That'd be arguably better? Or.. wait. I mean it would depend on how you'd feel about getting actually kidnapped by a cult in the first place..

And it's pronounced like it looks. [ He just says this like it should be so obvious. Nevermind that he hasn't attempted to say hers at all. ] GEE-ah-heng.

Seriously? I thought it was like, well. Like how I said it. Jha-heng.

[The more you know~. Still, she shifts on her feet and wrinkles her nose at the sensation of sandy, wet jeans rubbing against her skin.]

Anyway, a tree is way better than whatever dropped me in the water. I was watching a movie. I paid eleven dollars for that seat. [Peace turns and cups her hands around her mouth.]

GIVE ME BACK MY MONEY, WHATEVER THE HELL YOU ARE!

Yeah, seriously.

[ He is actually a little grateful he didn't wake up in the water just because it looks gross, but if he'd been curious if everyone's arrival was sucky now he has a better idea. ]

It was also a pretty tall tree. In the middle of a blizzard-..

[ Oh, but now she's yelling. Which he might've done, so he's not judging. ]

Preeeetty sure the Fog God isn't gonna give you a refund. Since that's what brings everyone here, so.. uh.. I mean, you can imagine if it gives no fucks about doing that it probably doesn't care about your movie. I mean, literally, a few feet in that direction and it would've dropped you on some perfectly good sand. But nah, because of course not. Or..

[ He glances around, because ever since they'd told him there were gods here he always feels like he's being watched. ]

It might actually be a she. I forget.

Well, it should. That was expensive. [She huffs and crosses her arms.] Oh gross, a blizzard? That's not fair.

[Since whatever washed her up on the shore didn't see fit to keep her dry, the Fog God is on her fight list.]

So, is there a place I can get dry clothes? I can wash these, but they're gross right now and I don't wanna get like, a rash.

Yeah, it sucked. I'm lucky I was too lazy to take my shoes off when I'd gotten home, or else it would've been way worse when I got here.

[ He gestures for her to follow then tucks his hands back into his hoodie pocket. ]

Yeah, I know a place in town. They're not gonna be great clothes, but they'll be dry I guess. And free. Which is good because if you have any money left on you it's probably equally worthless here..

Is that why you look like a character from a video game right now? [She follows behind him, but one of his steps are two of hers. It is fairly obvious that she is falling behind and trying to hurry into keeping up.]

I'd wear a sack if it meant I wouldn't be stuck in gross clothes right now. So, what is this place, anyhow? Are we in New England or something?

[It was pretty dreary, after all.]

[ He looks down at himself, surprised because that wasn't how he thought he looked. But that was even better! He'll take it. ]

Well everything except the coat is what I showed up in, but I'm outside more often than I'd like to be and it's cold. So yeah, that's why.

[ There's actual remnants of snow up around where grass and shrubby things keep the sand dunes from blowing away all at once. It's just an unpleasant time of year. It also never seems to occur to him that perhaps the gentlemanly thing to do is to offer your coat. It's not like anyone's ever taught him etiquette. ]

This place-.. [ He lets out some nervous laughter. ] We're on the Ryslig Peninsula. I have no idea where that is, I've never even seen a map. All I do know is that it's not even on Earth. This is a toootally different world entirely..

[ With that bit of information he glances back at her, because that was one of the fun facts he'd learned about that had taken him a sec to really absorb. ]

[She didn't say it was a good video game character.] It's not too cold, though I guess I'd be warmer if my clothes weren't soaked.

[Peace furrows her brow. Unfortunately for her, geography is not her strong suit.] Not on Earth, and in a place that sounds like we're going to have to find a color that doesn't exist.

Yeah, can't say I'm a fan of this. You're really sure we weren't cult-napped?

JANUARY/FEBRUARY TEST DRIVE

Peace | OC

[01 It's a sticky Situation]

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((Sorry! A Thing happened!!))

It's ok. I've been fighting a cold so we're both late.

hard same.

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