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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[ there is something almost familiar about this woman, but tara is distracted by the smell of the cigarette. her eyes immediately flicker to it and then back to the woman leaning against the wall.

regardless of why she seems familiar, she knows about gotham, and is on some kind of acquaintance basis with scarecrow. there are other rogues here, then. tara files that away for later.]

Nah. Passed through there a few times, though. I have some acquaintances who've operated out of Gotham in the past.

[ at least one very old acquaintance who probably wouldn't be very happy to see her. tara's lip curls. ]

So, you're from Gotham, then. I'm guessing you weren't always a cyborg.

And I'm guessing you're new around here. [That warrants a bummed cigarette at the very least; and Harley digs into her pocket for the pack.]

Yeah, yeah; I've heard all the jokes. Go on, get it out of your system. The whole city is a freakin' soup sandwich, cheese crackers kind of crazy- [A grin tugs at the side of her face.] But, some of us like it that way.

[A cigarette produced, and her lighter, Harley offers them to the girl in front of her.] 'Operated' can mean one of two things, in my experience. So, you friends with the good guys, or the bad guys?

How could you tell? Was it the pamphlets? Oh, thanks.

[ tara accepts the cigarette gratefully and puts it between her lips. the acrid smoke filling her lungs is the best damn thing that's happened to her since she got here. ]

Least I know I can get these here. No shade about Gotham, though. Just not my cup of tea. I'd rather stay on the quieter side of things.

[ tara says this as though she isn't obnoxious in her own right when she gets the chance to be. she takes another drag, considering. ]

I'm on my own side. And you?

That one's easy enough; you're still all human, and you know what Gotham is. Even if it ain't your cup of tea- which is fair, that place is a nuthouse. [She gestures at the other people walking by, giving the pair of them- especially Harley- wide-eyed, unnerved looks.] None of the local yokels do. Actually, most of the rest of the blown-ins don't know, either.

And yeah- you can get them. [Harley's grin is knowing.] These are the good shit, too; the pure, 1950s era, unfiltered Lucky Strikes. Can be a little intense at first; if you get dizzy, lean on something. [She takes her lighter back, and slips it into her pocket, another deep drag from her own cigarette.

Her grin broadens, at the question.] Good choice, kitten. You got to put yourself first, am I right or am I right? Ain't nobody else out there going to do it for you. [She transfers her cigarette to her left hand, holding out her right.] Harley Quinn, at your service.

...Huh. Weird that people wouldn't have heard of it. Good thing I've experienced weirder. You probably have too, being from Gotham and all.

[ the older woman isn't kidding; these are strong. good thing tara's been smoking for years at this point - there would be nothing more embarrassing than seeming weak in front of someone who seems as though she might be a decent ally.

tara listens to her thoughtfully, the cigarette held between her fingers. she should probably take more offense at being called 'kitten,' but eh. she's been called way worse.

and then she drops her name, and the familiarity suddenly clicks into place. this may not be the same harley from tara's gotham, but the similarities are all there. ]

Nice to meet you, Harley. I've definitely heard a lot about you. [ she flashes a grin and grips harley's hand. ] I'm Tara.

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