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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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Sirius washed up a little ways down the beach, feeling very disoriented indeed. He remembers being a dog, he should still be a dog, but no matter how he concentrates, he stays human. Spindly, over-thin, pale as a ghost. He can feel his tangled near-dreadlocks of hair drenched in seawater and weighing his head down, and he has a pounding headache.
Was there a storm at Azkaban that washed him overboard and ashore? This isn't any part of the Isles that he recognizes, though. He frowns up at the cliffs and tries once again, to become Padfoot.
When it fails, he snarles as well as he can and flops back down into the sand, laying there in angry defeat. He should be happier to be free of prison, he thinks, but he can't find it in him when he's wet and cold and hungry and he has no bloody clue where Pettigrew is.
He hears Faith's sound and turns his head, watching her kick at the sand. "Yeah, me too." Funny, coming from a man who looks like a living skull.
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"Oh. Yes, I'd say you look just about how I feel."
Good news, Sirius: she's got a familiar posh British accent under that rude dig there, so you can't be too far from home. Probably. Maybe.
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Well, if Sirius didn't already believe he looked like a dead man walking, that confirms it. Thanks, sweetheart.
He laughs, a barking and husky sound tinged with bitterness. "Darling you don't know the half of it. Don't suppose you have any idea where the hell we are?"
That posh british accent is encouraging, though he'll eat his own shirt if she isn't also lost and confused. At least he sits himself upright, crossing his legs.
His hair looks even worse with sand it, hanging the way it does.
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There's an echo of that frustration from earlier in her voice. Not knowing where she is isn't the biggest issue she's facing right now, but it's certainly not helping. She was hoping this beach hobo would have some idea. Silly her.
"I couldn't even tell you what direction Cancúm is in, and this air feels rather more North of the equator than it should."
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Sirius hears the sound of a record scratching in his mind. Nothing else Faith said is important at all, suddenly.
There's a life to his face that wasn't there a moment ago, and his shoulders shake with slightly repressed laughter. "Can... cüm?" He rolls his lips inward to bite down on them, fighting laughter.
Send help he hasn't felt a spark of serotonin in a decade and this is too much.
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Sirius barks with yet more laughter. "I would say it's usually the other way around entirely," he would if he hadn't spend a third of his life in Azkaban at this point. Or, at least that's his estimate.
"Don't suppose you've heard of Azkaban either? Or Islington, London?"
She's got the severe look of a witch, but Merlin knows, considering the circumstances.
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"Do you mean Pisslington? I've never been personally but I do know it."
Most everywhere in the world she comes from has a cheeky name like that. Unfortunately.