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graveyardsmash2020-07-10 12:00 am
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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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I don’t know! What are you doing here?! I thought you and Grunkle Ford were out treasure hunting.
[Dipper takes a second to look around and notes the absence of One (1) Grunkle Ford. No Ford and no Mabel. Dipper is trying not to immediately implode his nerves but he can’t say he likes the look of any of this so far.]
You- uh. You know what’s going on here, right?
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[ To Stan, it makes perfect sense that he might be here, and no sense at all that Dipper somehow is, too. As for 'what's going on'... ]
Apparently we're all supposed to start turning into monsters, and the locals aren't gonna be happy about it. Dunno if it's true, but I heard the news from a kid with wings.
[ So, you know, he's not as ready to dismiss it as he might have been before. ]
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I was on the bus! I think I fell asleep, and when I woke up I was laying on the beach.
[So at least both their stories corroborate. But then, of course, Stan brings up the cursed elephant in the room. Dipper, in his state of dismissing anything as a potential dream, came across a few monsters and then decided not to think too hard about it just yet. When he was handed the pamphlets he skimmed them, nodded, and decided he would panic about them later. All he cared about was finding his sister.]
[Stan was not his sister, but Stan was Important Family and so it was time for him to go from zero-to-sixty in the overthink department effective immediately.]
W-What!? Like the pamphlets say?! Grunkle Stan, we have to get out of here! What if we’re turning into monsters right now?! Oh no—
[Dipper looks down at a particularly gross looking scrape on his leg and gasps a little too dramatically.]
We’re too late!
[It’s just seaweed.]
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[ Stan makes absolutely no effort to calm down Dipper as he starts to spiral into anxiety and terror, waiting for natural lull in the rambling before he finally cuts in. ]
Kid, it's seaweed.
[ Stan pauses, plucks the seaweed off of him, and peers at it for a moment. ]
Normal seaweed. Not even the flesh-eating kind.
[ According to Ford, that's something they'll have to look out for. But even though it's safe, it's still gross. Stan tosses the seaweed aside and wipes his hand off on his jacket. ]
Listen, this place is pretty weird. Maybe they're telling the truth about the monster thing. Or, maybe it's a lie to trick people into paying for miracle cures they don't actually need.
The point is, whatever's actually going on, it'll be easier to deal with once we find your sister and my brother. Got it?
[ That Dipper hasn't found Ford or Mabel yet isn't something he feels the need to confirm. Neither of them would have let Dipper out of sight if he'd met them. ]
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[He settles down, now that he knows he isn’t immediately turning into some hideous creature. Right now, anyway. He rubs the back of his neck and awkwardly looks around before Stan speaks up again.]
Right. You’re right. I- haven’t had any luck finding Mabel. I swear, I went up and down that beach for like, a whole hour before I gave up and came here.
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Yeah. I haven't had any luck finding Ford. Didn't think to keep an eye out for your sister, either.
[ But carefully thinking things through and making intelligent decisions isn't Stan's strong point, so no surprises there.
On the other hand, if you need some stubborn optimism in the face of a genuinely hopeless task, he's your guy. ]
But hey, losing track of those two isn't that weird. Ford's probably off drawing the strangest monster he can find, and I bet Mabel took one look at this place and decided to cover it in as much glitter as possible. We'll find 'em.
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Right. I- [He pauses as a thought occurs to him and he lets out a groan.] Mabel is probably off hitting on a werewolf or something.
[If he’s making digs like that, he’s probably feeling better.]
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Exactly! She's probably talking about spinning yarn out of his fur and making them matching sweaters by now.
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Oh, gross! [He snickers at his sisters expense for a moment before taking a deep breath and really starting to take a look around.]
Alright, so we’re in some weird city; Not old-timey but also not advanced either. It stands to reason that there’s probably a few places both of our siblings would gravitate towards.
[Dipper instinctually reaches into his jacket for a note pad and frowns when its not there.]
What? Oh, no, did I drop it somewhere? Ugh, come on.
[He pats himself down a few times, and groans louder, not having anything to write with or write on. Whoever did this will rue the day.]
Anyway, we should probably see if there’s a craft store or a central library here.
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Yeah, apparently whatever dumped us on the beach decided to empty our pockets in the process. They took every cent I had!
[ And, you know, his knuckle dusters and his map and the pictures he always kept on hand, but for various reasons he's not gonna go yelling about those in public. ]
I already know where the library is, but let's find a craft store first. Mabel's gonna stick out more than Ford.
[ And Ford can handle himself just fine in Monstertown. Mabel... Mabel he's more worried about. ]
And we can get you a new notebook, too.
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Alright, then. To the craft store!
[He is not going to comment on the notebook just yet, because he’s pretty sure neither of them have a dime. Which means they are probably going to be very gently shoplifting some supplies here and there. Dipper is not so morally straight as to protest when this place literally kidnapped and robbed them, honestly.]
So uh. How was your treasure hunt going with Grunkle Ford? Did you see anything cool?
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[ ... Wherever that is! But Stan's got a decent idea of where the commercial district is, at least, so he starts in that direction. He's absolutely intending to shoplift a few things while they're there.
But man, getting a chance to talk with his nephew about all the cool shit he's seen months ahead of schedule? He's here for this. ]
You know it! Right before I woke up here a kraken attacked us!
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Whoa! Really!?
[There wasn’t anything in the journals about Krakens!! Which isn’t really a surprise. Gravity Falls isn’t exactly beachfront. Oh man, that means that the ocean could have countless paranormal creatures and stuff in it!]
How big was it?! Did it have like, a zillion tentacles!? What did you do??
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[ Despite Stan's natural flair for storytelling, that's not actually that much of an exaggeration. That sucker had been big. ]
Didn't really count the tentacles, but however many it had wasn't enough. Ford hit it with one of his harpoons and I socked it right in the eye, and it decided it had enough!
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[It’s a good distraction as they wander around trying to find some kind of craft store.]
You punched it in the eye?
[To be fair, Stan is the guy who fist fought a pterodactyl, so Dipper isn’t surprised. He’s just hella psyched.]
Ugh, I’m so jealous! That sounds great! Do you think you got any pictures of it?
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[ Stan's got a talent for punching out one-eyed monstrosities of unearthly origin, apparently. He's not going to bring that up. ]
Dunno 'bout pictures. You'll have to ask Ford. Bet he could doodle it for you either way. [ Stan pauses as something suddenly clicks. ] We might have luck finding him at craft store, too. He's always gotta have something to write on.
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[Craft stores usually had a section for journaling! Its usually the only reason he did not dread coming to these places with his sister. He could usually find something for himself.]
Let’s see...
[Upon entering the main shopping area, Dipper scans it for anything that looks crafty. Surely even this weird place will have something. He does finally come across a place that looks like an art store and quickly points it out.]
There! Let’s try there, first!
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He in the middle of emptying said wallet and cramming the cash into his own pocket when they step through the craft store doors, but once he looks up he freezes. This place is enormous! And kind of... well. ]
Uh... kid? Us it normal for these places to be this glittery?
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[Dipper says this with the resignation of someone who has had to be dragged through this glitter-riddled, misbegotten hellmouth a few times a week for years.]
[Sometimes he was lucky and could make a break for stationary and journaling. Sometimes he was not, and he got trapped modeling yarn colors for whatever nefarious knitting project Mabel had in mind.]
This is a store full of Mabels. Step lively and don’t make direct eye-contact with anyone, and we’ll maybe make it out of here alive.
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Our lives are in your hands, kid.
[ He trails after Dipper, keeping an eye out for Mabel. ]
I don't hear her screaming... You think she's eating scratch and sniff stickers again?
[ That's something he's pretty sure he heard her mention once - and something he can see her doing even if he's not remembering correctly. ]