TEST DRIVE MEME: JULY / AUGUST

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TDM: JULY / AUGUST

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

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[eyebehold]

[Wow, Jon must be really out of it or too distracted to notice a second person, or that they're about to fire. His ears aren't so clogged full of sand though that he can't hear the battle cry nor the thump of someone getting body slammed.]

Oh good lord!

[Trying to speak only rewarded him with more coughing so he resolves not to do that for a minute. Not until things calm down at least. As he scrambles to his feet, unsteady and breathing through the aches and pain, he takes a step back and holds his palms up in front of him. Not above. Not in surrender. Placating and hoping that no one takes advantage of the fact he can't see right now and has no way to Know what's going on around him regardless.]

[fromfirsttolast]

[Honestly, she wouldn't blame anyone for not noticing, probably. Most people probably aren't used to constantly being kidnapped or ambushed or attacked by killer robots or brainwashed princesses--

Getting off topic. The point is, Adora's got this handled, and it's not long at all before the guns are on the sand and the men holding them are running, leaving the slightly disheveled blonde (who still has sand on her face and seaweed in her hair) standing there, leaning on that stick trying to look cool before almost falling over and flailing back upright. So smooth.]

Looks like they won't be coming back anytime so--whoops--soon! You okay?

[eyebehold]

[Jon may have had experience with some weird things but killer robots are not one of them.]

As okay as I can be, given the circumstances.

[Jon heaves himself up to his feet. It takes him a second to find his balance in the sand.]

Seeing as you've saved me from injury, and them from making a choice they may or may not have regretted later.

[His next words are slower, chosen carefully as he fights to keep his voice from sounding too bad and from coughing in between.]

I, would like to know what you'll be doing now. If you're also alright after thoroughly scaring them off.

[Apparently Jon is going to continue his bad manners train because he isn't thinking 'maybe I should introduce myself'.]

[fromfirsttolast]

[He should consider himself lucky. Then again, considering Jane Prentiss, maybe Adora should count her blessings that an alien invasion and a psychotic AI and a planet-destroying magic weapon were her only real struggles...

Anyway, no worms here! Yet. Although maybe a plague? Or did this guy just swallow half the ocean. Both are absolutely valid and she's just gonna stay over here in case.]

Oh I'm fine! Totally fine. You know, aside from waking up on a beach with sand in my--well, everything. You wouldn't have any idea which direction Salineas is, would you?

[eyebehold]

[Yes, yes. Maybe they could mutually bond over the weird things that have gone on in their lives thus far, supernatural, alien, or otherwise. Of course, that's if Adora can tolerate being around Jon long enough to be his friend without going through some sort of traumatic experience together. By this point he wouldn't be blamed for thinking that's a requirement, at least.

Staying a safe, healthy, saltwater free distance away from Jon for the next minute or so is probably for the best though. Even if the saltwater is gone now and the only sign of the worm larvae things are a bunch of pockmarks like reverse freckles or birthmarks, well, his throat still feels like it was sucker punched from the inside.]

Oh, I can imagine.

[Sand being everywhere felt like an understatement. He somehow managed to get it from his eyes so he could see, but that appears to be the only part of his face that's free of it. At least he doesn't have seaweed in his hair. Probably. Maybe. He's not willing to put in the effort to actually check right now.]

I don't recognize the name, no. Maybe if, well, I assume we both should get out of here before anyone else like those two show up. But when we get to- perhaps a library will have some maps. I'm going to have to check one myself anyway.