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TEST DRIVE MEME: 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.
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And then it's over, a faint trace of colour in her cheeks, staring back at him like a deer in the headlights.]
Uh- [Great; they're a matched pair of stammering idiots. Harley's feet move back hastily, putting space between them.] Right. Sorry. That one's on me. Shouldn'tve crowded you. [She clears her own throat, head titling in the direction they were already heading.] So- the car!
[There's already a lot going on here that she's repressing for a violent explosion later. She'll just add that momentary lapse in judgement to the list.]
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The car. A metal box they'll be trapped in together for the duration of the drive to Bavan that's getting smaller by the second. Fuck. Whatever. He'll speed. Who's going to stop him? ]
It's—You might as well start getting used to it now. We all end up having to deal with it. You'll turn into something fucking weird and you'll start getting hungry and normal food isn't going to cut it anymore.
[ And then, because he's been stuck here by himself in freaktown for what seems like forever—and he's very deliberately not acknowledging that some fucked up part of himself is kind of happy to see her—Roman looks over and smiles crookedly. ]
I can fly though. That's pretty fucking cool.
[ It's on the heels of the I can fly euphoria and absolutely nothing else that, as they reach the car, he thoughtlessly opens the car door for her on his way to the driver's side. ]
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Okay we need to take about three steps back, because that was a lot of information that I need a little clarification on. I'm going to turn into what now? Because your spot here, Romy baby, is a fun little vacay that may or may not really be happening, but I'm not a fan of blood. Not to drink. Too salty. And then you got to get tested, and it's a big old hassle.
Second- for real? [Despite her concerns, that has her eyes lighting up again, just a little.] You flap your wings and think happy thoughts, or do you just, you know, hover? Fairy dust come out of your butt?
And third- you're hungry, aren't you? We can find you a bite if you want, I don't care. [Harley'd killed and maimed- or watched killing and maiming, anyway- for worse reasons. Just because she didn't go out of her way to murder some civvie didn't mean she wouldn't.] I'll keep an eye out for someone cute.
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That would be great. But nobody dirty. [ He grimaces in genuine disgust. ] I'm not biting some asshole who hasn't bathed in a week.
[ He could just bite her. He knows it. He knows she knows it. He carefully avoids thinking about the whys of not doing it and focuses on starting the car and getting it onto the road. ]
Nobody knows what you're going to turn into until you do. Apparently it's gods that decide it. Magic gods. One day you're human. The next you wake up and you're something else. Or some fucker rips your throat out in an alley and you wake up in the morgue. [ That too specific detail is the short version of what happened to him. ] And then you have to eat people. Or drink their blood. It's fucked up. But you can basically do whatever you want without consequences.
[ What was the other—Oh! Right. ]
And no. No butt dust. [ Ew. ] I can turn into a bat. Just like the old movies.
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Anyway Harley didn't want her throat ripped out either. She liked being, well, alive.]
Of course not dirty. You know contrary to popular belief, I do have some standards. And taste. [Not that he'd believe it. Harley rolled her eyes, looking out at the street as they drove along.]
Not that is horseshit. Not the bat part; that sounds kind of adorable. Magic? Gods? Come on. People turn into weird shit because of chemicals, or radiation. Science stuff! Magic's a load of hooey, and so is God.
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[ There's another reason to hate this place. It's making him agree with her! But he does and he's not going to pretend that he believes in all this god malarkey just because she doesn't. ]
But that's what everybody will tell you. The people who've always lived there. The ones like us that come from somewhere else. [ He scowls at the road ahead as his voice turns mocking. ] Gods. Magic. [ He glances at her. ] You know, you're probably right. [ He has to suppress a shudder at admitting it. ] It probably is chemicals and they're all too crazy to realize it.
[ His fingers drum an arrhythmic beat on the steering wheel. ]
You know, there's someone here who knows about Gotham. Didn't get the name. Confused me with the porn star named Black Mask. Can you believe that? Some fucking asshole took my name!
[ Unbeknownst to Roman, Slade Wilson strikes again. ]
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[The look she gives him in return is almost pitying.] Honey, did he steal your name, or is it supposed to be porn of you? Gothamites got some crazy kinks, let me tell you. You'd be surprised what's out there if you know what to look- ooh- [She slaps his should with the back of her hand, and points,] Er- shit, sorry, forgot- but how about him?
[The man in question is young, standing at the street corner ahead of them and waiting to cross. Hair a blonde so pale he could be a Malfoy,he wears a grey suit with a waistcoat and a deep red shirt, jacket over one arm. A grin tugs at the side of Harley's face, looking him over.]
Cute, freshly scrubbed- I'd look good in that suit. I want it. [The grin broadens, going wide and toothy, when she turns back to Romy.] Let's take it.