graveyardsmash | TEST DRIVE MEME: SEPTEMBER

TDM: SEPTEMBER

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: Arrival

"Oh! Oh! Cold!"

Tahani comes to coughing and spluttering on the lakeshore, couture frock absolutely soaked. She immediately picks herself up and brushes herself off.

"Is this...am I alive? In Switzerland? No, can't be, far too few chalets. Jason? Chidi? Elanor?"

Scenario 2: Sightseeing

Tahini is not used to being glared at. She responds with a brave smile, then with dignified silence. Eventually she allows herself to go look at the pamphlet stall (like a vulgar tourist!) and talk to the owner.

"Yes, interesting folklore. Very charming local colour, but I wonder if you could clarify some small points: where is Ryslig, actually? And how does one find people that might have been misplaced?"

Network

We "monsters" have so much. I personally have been given so much since I got here, strangely. (Strangely since usually I'm the one performing acts of charity, ofttimes with my godmother Dame Maggie Smith.) I wonder if there are any agencies set up to help the humans as well. Maybe a properly catered benefit would create good will, raise consciousness. I'm thinking back to my anti-poaching efforts in Africa which may have single handedly saved the white rhino! What fun.

Anyhow, if anyone who has a space for an event would speak up that gracious offer would be appreciated. Ta!

Private Video to [friend] [Accidentally public]
Please help.
This is the most disgusting thing that ever happened to me. The most disgusting thing I! Tahani Al-Jamil have ever eaten -And I ate a cheeto once! I don't eat people! I'm a humanitarian, not a serial murderer! (Though I suppose I am still a humanitarian, in a sense...)

Tell me how you cope. Please.

Edited 2020-09-11 16:04 (UTC)

Bit too much bloodshed to be Switzerland, I'm afraid.

[Not that Lucifer knows this too well, but his encounter waking up here involved him discovering he didn't have his powers and trying to attempt to talk a man with a gun down...before turning tail and running. Pathetically. Really, the devil running from a gunfight when for all intents and purposes he should be immortal...]

And I don't know if your friends are here, either, but if any of them look like a lost extra from the Dukes of Hazard, complete with gun and disgruntled annoyance at anyone who seems remotely fun, I can direct you right to them posthaste.

Excuse me? Oh!

[She smells the cordite and sees the stalking figures. There's a moment of surprise followed by Tahani visibly drawing herself up and keeping calm. She's been in mildly threatening situations before, after all.]

Should we run? That description does sound a bit like Elanor. Minus the gun. I still believe we should run though.

Edited 2020-09-11 19:31 (UTC)

[oh he could write an entire journal article on this woman's ego, already. heavens.]

I was approached by a few different groups created by others who've been brought here. Perhaps you could speak specifically to them? I'm sure they'll hear the siren song of philanthropy.

Lovely, I might have known people would be pulling together to help each other through this unpleasantness.

I haven't met any of these organized philanthropist groups yet.

[Oh no. Are they avoiding her? Can they somehow sense that her last auction was almost a failure? No, it can't be that.]

I'm sure it's only a matter of time though! Are you new here as well?

((OOC: OMG I play Michael in another game and seeing a Tahani is like ... well, a unicorn.))

I am indeed. Dr. Paul Feistus - a pleasure. I know one of the groups is based out of a laboratory ... perhaps that is why you have not yet crossed paths? They seem more science than social at first glance, but ... I assure you, the young man who gave me my computer was ... quite accomodating.

[he'll leave the fact that said 'young man' also turned into a cat at one point for her to discover on her own]

[[And I'm intrigued by your Dr. Feistus.]]

Ah, a little "welcome to the neighborhood," how nice. Apparently we have our own version of Bill Gates here - now there is a man who knows how to do charity - can you imagine if the real Bill Gates was here?

I suppose you might not, since this is an entirely different world, but let me assure you that it's exactly what he would do.

((Thank you. He's my oldest OC and I love ~~torturing~~ him to bits.))

No, I'm familiar with Bill Gates... if you and I are both thinking of the man who founded Microsoft. He left the company and started his own foundation a few years ago... it's been a very interesting thing to follow his work with vaccines, since I have a vested interest in that sort of thing.

[which, if Tahani is clever, might tell her that he's from around 2010 or so.]

Edited 2020-09-17 01:26 (UTC)

Oh, so we might be from the same place after all. How comforting.

Yes, his functions are really special. Very well organized.

You're a doctor, then. It's funny, I thought that might be only a pen name!

You must be in a very certain sort of circle to merit an invitation to them. I, quite obviously, am not. Just a humble doctor of psychology, I'm afraid. I only read the journals, I haven't written for any yet. Though ... in time, perhaps. If something I've been working on bears any fruit worth speaking of.

[She's flustered by his humility. Time to be gracious.]

Well... they're just people too after all. Bill Gates puts his custom-made robot pants on one leg at a time!

You are still a doctor, though. Some of the best have never been published. I'm sure your research will be in no time. Once we're back, of course.

Nowhere in particular, and you're one of the misplaced so don't count on any finding or being found.

[ The gentleman speaking picks up a newspaper for himself, coins dropping onto the counter to pay. Even the natives that don't mind monsters still hesitate dealing with the dead and Rafe certainly looks it. Dead, darkened skin has peeled away in chunks, revealing something more like a Dolce & Gabbana black leather jacket than a person.

A sidelong glance confirms what he'd already suspected— Still damp, freshly scratched up, asking logical questions instead of having accepted the bullshit of their new reality? Definitely a new arrival. The locals are a decent barometer, always seem able to peg them as they pop up. One brow arches high above a glowing blue eye at her particular selection. ]

And I'd skip the one on jackalopes, if I were you. Most of these pamphlets are about as useful as single-ply toilet paper.

That's...[Oh. Monster. Tahani hoped she wouldn't have to talk to one just yet. Luckily for her, she's good at hiding surprise and fear, enough that there's only a short stunned pause then seamless resumption of politeness.]

"Misplaced"? Then this is sort of an in-between place.

[She puts back the jackalope pamphlet reluctantly.]

Is there...is there a manager I can speak to?

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