graveyardsmash | TDM: MARCH/APRIL

TDM: MARCH/APRIL

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 in a dark ditch, the sky cloudy overhead. Dirt cakes into your cuts and scrapes. The air is clammy and damp, and it smells like rain.

You’re in a grave. And when you sit up to inspect the tombstone marking your spot, it has your name on it. Maybe the graves next to you have the names of familiar friends, family, acquaintances. Not all of them are open like yours are. RIP.

There’s a light dancing in the distance, and you hear the jingle-jangle of heavy keys, or worse still, the gravekeeper’s massive pitchfork or shovel. If you're lucky, you can sneak out beyond his notice, and get out alone. If not - you might find yourself on the wrong end of a shovel’s swing, or worse yet, tripping headfirst in front of a pair of monstrous eyes.

SCENARIO TWO

You've stumbled your way out of the graveyard, and you're promptly besieged by the overwhelming sights and sounds of the city. Cars honk at you to get out of the street, and strangers try not to look in your direction for too long. They see your dirty clothes and scraped faces, and pretend to busy themselves with something else. Rarely, a look of pity is cast your way.

But some people try to reach out. Enterprising citizens and those that hope to curry favor with the newcomers pass out new clothes and bundles of food, asking if you have a place to stay the night, wondering about the details of the world you came from. Some are even handing out pamphlets which vary in how helpful they are--"What To Expect When You're Expecting (To Turn Into A Monster)", "Wolpertinger: Fact or Fiction?", "100% ACCURATE MONSTER QUIZ ASSESSMENT: GUARANTEED TO PREDICT YOUR MONSTER!", and "Ryslig Law In A Nutshell".

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? Does it fit you, or does it feel incongruous with your nature? 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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[Faye was under no illusions that she would run into anyone or anything else familiar, here. Finding Jet was with her in the graveyard was all the luck she thought she was going to have. Sure she only got to know Gren for about five minutes before shit was hitting the fan again, but it only took her that long to learn three important things. 1- Gren is drop dead gorgeous; 2- Faye's type is apparently they/thems; and 3- They seemed to get along like a house on fire. These three facts have her giving a girlish shriek of delight as she turns to face that 1000 watt smile.]

That's me! Aren't you a sight for sore eyes?

[Fuck you she's not blushing. Her nose is definitely wrinkled up into her eyes, though.]

Ugh tell me about it. I'm way too sober to be dealing with any of this shit. Oh my god, you didn't end up in one of those graves did you? What is the deal with this place?

[Faye’s smile is immediately mirrored by Gren’s own, and there’s the weirdest impulse there, to pull her into hug. Because yeah, maybe they’d only known each other for a few minutes, but she’s the first bit of familiarity Gren has run into, and maybe they’re losing their mind, but it feels like finding an old friend. And besides, they like her.

They don’t go for the hug though, because they’re filthy. Speaking of which.]

Yeah, I got the grave treatment too. I guess I should be thankful whoever put us there didn’t have a chance to bury us.

[There’s a moment where a flicker of emotion crosses their face. Ana… But it passes as quickly as it came. Now isn't the time. They clear their throat and start walking, because they aren’t going to find somewhere to drown their sorrows if they don’t get moving.]

I don’t know. One minute, I was pitching a new act for the club, and the next…here I am. Not a clue how I got here. I’m going to guess you can’t remember either?

[As they talk, Gren leads the way down the street, peering up at each sign that they pass.]

There’s gotta be a bar around here somewhere, unless we’ve somehow teleported to a reality where alcohol doesn’t exist. How miserable would that be?

[That smile makes Faye's stomach do a funny thing but she's not thinking about that right now because they have so many other priorities to be dealing with! Like how badly she wants a beer and a bath. Maybe at the same time.]

Ugh, tell me about it. I caught a creepo with a shovel wandering around. Didn't stick around to find out the why or who beyond that, though.

[Something on Gren's face makes Faye want to reach out for their hand or arm but before she can make up her mind, they're clearing their throat and taking off so she just... moves to try to keep up.]

Wish I had a better story than yours but I don't. Fell asleep on the Bebop, woke up in a grave.

[She stops up short with a dramatic gasp, reaching for Gren's arm to hang off it.]

Don't say that! Don't even joke about it!

[The touch of Faye’s hand at their arm stops them short, and Gren turns on their heel to regard her, laughing softly.]

Sorry! Sorry. I should know better than to joke about that sort of tragedy.

[They lay a hand atop Faye’s own, giving a gentle squeeze, and make absolutely no move to let go as they start down the street again. Arm in arm, they lead her along, quite frankly appreciating the warmth of skin on skin, a friendly touch. It’s been a hell of a day.]

I don’t know any city in the galaxy that doesn’t have a bar on every other street. If we keep going, we’re bound to stumble upon something—aha!

[There, on the next block, is a cocktail-shaped neon sign, hanging over a nondescript door that’s been propped open with a chair. It doesn’t look like a particularly busy bar at first glance, which is probably for the best. They glance over to Faye, seeking out approval that they're already relatively certain they'll find. Faye doesn't strike them as the type to be picky about where she drinks.]

Mm. Suppose this bar is as good as any?

TDM: MARCH/APRIL

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