TDM: OCTOBER

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TDM: OCTOBER

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.

Comments

[digiorno]

[There's a name he doesn't recognize. The look he gives her is quiet and carefully blank, but behind it he's gauging whether or not he wants to ask the question. Sometimes it feels as though every time he learns something here he picks open a freshly-healed wound. Not always, but sometimes.]

. . . I'd try it. I like spicy food.

[The war continues for a long few seconds before he dips his chin and looks back at the book.]

Do you mind if I ask who she is? Lizzie?

[puddlesoverdios]

I'd be happy to make it, the next time you come to visit us.

[Though never explicitly said, the Joestar home is and was always open to Giorno. However much like a cautious stray cat, it took time and effort to get him to come around to them. Her? Erina wasn't sure, but she smiled at Giorno just the same.]

Lizzie is a girl from our era; she's really quite sweet and charming. And a slime, according to those who know the different types of monsters well.

[A heartbeat.]

When would you like to visit us?

[digiorno]

[By accident or design, Erina's stumbled on a pretty good tactic here. Framed as a when rather than an if, an assumption rather than a question, he's knocked a bit off balance, unsure how to navigate safely out of the situation.]

I'm — I don't want to intrude.

[It's a weak attempt and one that shows more of his hand than he really wants Erina to see. But at the same time, outright saying no when there's absolutely no evidence of her meaning harm to him or anyone is just — it doesn't feel right.]

[puddlesoverdios]

It's no intrusion at all, Giorno. We would be happy to have you.

[Her tone is warm without being insistent. He's like a cat, she reminds herself.]

You know you're always welcome beneath our roof, don't you?