TEST DRIVE MEME: JUNE

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TDM: JUNE

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

[selfbegot]

[ she breathes a shaky sigh of relief as he explains. it doesn't fix everything, but maybe it's not - as awful, this way. she'd rather be ignored than widowed of her deity. and it's only looking at marco with that newfound relief that she realizes he looks... sad. tired. old. did he always look like this? no, that can't be right. she remembers how he looked, arguing - fighting - panicking. how long has it been? ]

I think... [ she sounds quiet, shaky - more the 18 year old girl she is than the monstrous priestess she had to be. ] ...I think that would be nice. Are you sure you're okay with that, Marco?

cw: mention of meds

[peccatore]

[He's not that much older, in truth, now half a year into his thirties. But perhaps, sometimes, a few years are enough to make a difference, or perhaps a mostly steady intake of sedatives is enough to dull the edge and make the exhaustion clearer.

Why not both?]

I was just--

[He's changed, but not completely. It occurs to him, halfway through his sentence, that he may not want to say he came here to visit Elias, with all that implies - even if Madoka is no longer The Enemy on several levels.]

I was just leaving. [And the smile returns.]

[selfbegot]

[ if she notices the hesitation, the smile- she certainly doesn't say anything. she smiles herself, legitimately grateful (she's never been great at lying, has she?) and trusting. ]

Okay. Let's go. [ she steps forward towards the door, forward and past Marco - and only hesitates a few feet before. turning back, she asks: ] ...where were you last? Can we leave together?

[peccatore]

Where was I? [He takes a moment to remember - but then smiles one more time, somewhat lighter now.] Oh, no, that won't be a problem. I came here straight from home.

[With that, he steps towards the door himself - as he goes past Madoka, he very briefly considers giving her an encouraging shoulder pat, but reconsiders at the last second and instead keeps a respectable distance between the two of them - and uses his card. When the door opens, there is a living room on the other side: well lived in, decorated in earthy tones and with a roomba sweeping the floors.]

[selfbegot]

[ straight from home. the same home she's been to, once? no, those were the labs, she's sure of it. the idea of going home with a priest of the fourth... honestly, it's frightening. her heart is pounding in her chest just thinking about it. but anywhere's better than here, and even marco's home is better than the reminder of a bakery and a city that isn't hers anymore.

she steps out after him, looking around the place and cooing softly. ]

Ehhhh? It's so... peaceful. Comfy. [ she can't help the bit of surprise in her voice. ] Did you choose these colors?

[peccatore]

Not on my own. Fiddleford put a lot of himself into the decor, too.

[Which may be patently obvious from the patterns on some of the rugs.]

We, ah, we got married. Officially, that is.