TDM: MARCH/APRIL

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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.

Comments

[bugbeverage]

Hey, don't knock it 'till you try it, pal!

_{[He stands to his feet and stuffs the paper into one of his many coat pockets before closing the distance between them. His grin is wide and manic.]}

You can call me-- _{[Could he say it? He was technically alive. Free from his curse. But on the other hand, if this was all a wonderful dream, it might make him wake up. Should he? He resists.]}-- BJ.

_{[And there he goes fishing for Ronstadt's hand for a shake.]}

[ronstadt]

[there are any number of comments he could make, but he goes with the tame one because the guy's probably heard the lewd one more than enough. as they shake hands, he grins]

A rock cover singer and a superstore, now that's a combo for the ages.

[bugbeverage]

Aint it? I'm very versatile!

_{[BJ leans into the joke, having heard them all and honestly, he still gets a kick out of it every time. He likes this guy!]}

Hey, just asking, where you bunking for the night? Need a bunkmate?

[ronstadt]

No idea! I figured I'd just find an overpass or something and then go hunting for easy jobs tomorrow. Stock shelves or something. Everybody needs a guy who can put their stuff on a shelf for them, and I get paid to people watch.

[he's surprised at how easily he's getting along with BJ - usually he hates small talk, but something about infusing all this Side B monster weirdness into things is making it work for him. he feels a little more at ease than he would if it were just ... normal stuff.]

But I wouldn't say no to company. Being alone isn't exactly high on my list of favorite activities.

[bugbeverage]

_{[That grin of his only gets wider. He gestures between the two of them, practically shuffling his boots in place out of excitement.]}

Yeah, yeah, yeah, me neither! I've been alone for--whoo boy, you don't even know! But listen, I got a plan. We don't need to bum around under some underpass, we can have a roof over our heads before the sun goes down.

_{[His grin turns wolfish.]}

You get my drift?

[ronstadt]

[he makes a little face, thinking. either this guy's suggesting a hotel - which Ronstadt himself really doesn't have the money for - or ...]

Are you talking about phrogging?

[look he saw a really good horror/thriller movie about it once]

[bugbeverage]

Naw naw naw, not that! Done that! Over it!

_{[He waves his hands to shoo away the very idea. While watching Adam and Barbara shower for a decide was fun and all, he wants to live in a house.]}

I'm saying we evacuate the previous owners. Permanently.

[ronstadt]

[Did time just freeze? I could swear it did, it doesn't feel like anything's moving. Or maybe it's just my damn heart. Okay, there it goes again. Breathe, Ronstadt. He coughs a little, his mouth trying to form words that lag a little behind the movement.]

What, just ... random people? I - uh-uh. No. I mean - I've killed like, a baker's dozen people, but they were all shadowmancers, and that was ... I was saving way more people by doing it.

[Ronstadt shudders, looking down at his hands. Hattie had told him he'd had to be ready to kill for real, not real ESTATE.]

Is murder for equity really common where you're from or something? Because yikes.