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.

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SCENARIO 1.

[devoveo]

Sam stopped counting how many times now he’d woken up forgetting where he wound up in somewhere unfamiliar . It sort of became the norm after so many spiritual entities provided him with too many unwanted trips going anywhere. This round, the damp salty air clung to his hair while sand stuck to his clothes and the familiar crash of water against land splashed at his feet.

Rising into a sitting position, the sky overcast and dark, it takes him a moment to notice the second body lying conscious close by,

“No.” Is his response. “I don’t know where we are.”

[narcultist]

Instinct is to feel his pockets right away, see if there isn't anything on his person that might clue him in on the situation. He shifts to his knees, pulling a soggy pack of cigarettes from his back pocket and frowning as he opens them to find them soaked and useless. He tosses them to the sand with a frown.

"Well, mate, there's no use sitting here all night and expecting that to change." he mutters, getting to his feet and trying to dust the sand off of his hands onto his trousers. He doesn't seem injured, so that's a start. Trudging over to the other man, he offers his hand to help him up. He can only assume this was his drinking partner for the evening, and the lad is probably in a lot worse shape than he is.

"Afraid I don't remember your name."

[devoveo]

Mouth dry, Sam swallows as thirst becomes present and scratches his throat. He needs fresh water, a beer would be even better, for the sea provided zero the drinks he wished.

Looking down at his body, he checks for any visible blood stains on his clothes, and sees none. He next pats arms and legs up and down, and finishes his search of injuries by tapping on his chest for any pain. Other than the light headache from his dehydration, Sam, relieved, is completely unharmed.

He takes the man’s hand and is lifted to his feet. He gives thanks.

“Because I don’t think we met before.”

Last night Sam knew he was in the motel room reading while his brother slept in one bed. He’d fallen into his own bed and turned off the lights, with no dreams of beaches, and no nightmares, yet was taken still and thrown into the ocean. That was new. First thing when they found a town, Sam would get on a landline since his cell was damaged and call his brother letting him know he was alive. Water was second.

“I’m Sam.”

[narcultist]

"How's a couple of blokes end up wasted on a beach together, then?" he asks, grunting slightly as he assists Sam to his feet. Cassidy himself isn't entirely sure where he'd been the night before, but that's typical for him, it isn't his first rodeo.

"Call me Cassidy." he replies to Sam, offering the other man his hand for a good shake, since this is their first meeting and all. His handshake itself is firm, but not overly so, not really the type of person concerned with image or whatever it was that made men turn every greeting into an arm-wrestling match.

"Looks to be a town up that hill, should you want to accompany me there."

[devoveo]

Cassidy poses Sam with a question he does not know and demands answering while several of his own questions resurface. He wouldn’t leave Dean when no need presented itself, so how did he end up alone on the beach with a man he just met? Had he gone anywhere that involved drinking, he would not go alone, for his brother would have driven them both over. And with the brothers current case solved that morning, neither of them were in a socializing mood, but sleeping one.

Using his other hand, Sam returns the shake. His a hearty grasp, he’ll squeeze, strength behind more than friendliness, and hold only for a moment before relaxing his fingers and pulling away.

He’d cast his eyes upon the hill, unable of seeing any town behind that wall of fog, yet not far from view and close to shore, mounds of sand and a pathway leading up into a dirt road. “Okay.”

“It’s best if we stay as a group, at least, until we know more.”

[narcultist]

Cassidy shrugs, not really swayed in any manner that staying together is key, he was just being polite. Not that he knew anything about their situation, just could see some lights up the hill, which to him read civilization.

"Probably right, just in case we find ourselves in a horror film, yeah?" he chuckles, stretching his back once they've finished their handshake.

"By any chance, you're not holding, are you?"

[devoveo]

Sam frowns. The probability of them being in danger more likely right given how nothing good ever happened when he woke up taken in his sleep. Seeing how calm Cassidy had been handling the situation, he guessed his new friend unfamiliar to blackouts and morning wake-ups in unfamiliar territory.

“Uh, no,” he’ll shake his head, “I don’t carry any sort of that on me” and announce after starting for the hill, “Come on, we should go.”