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TDM: SEPTEMBER/OCTOBER

TDM: SEPTEMBER/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

(CW: Human remains)

When you awaken, you are hit with an immediate feeling of motion. A bobbing, if you will, or perhaps more of a rocking. You take a deep breath through your nose and take note of salt, along with the pungent scent of rotting wood. Creaking sounds echo all around you. Sitting up, you find yourself locking eyes with a skull.

An entire human skeleton is positioned across from you, resting limply against a pillar. Surveying the rest of your surroundings, you soon realize that you're below deck on an old, dilapidated ship. A ship that's on the move. The crew must have suffered a terrible fate, strewn as they all are across the floor. With their ripped poofy shirts, sheathed cutlasses and jaunty feathered hats, they seem to scream one word at you. "Pirates". ...Ooh, is that an abandoned bottle of rum? And a treasure chest? Surely they won't mind if you help yourself. They're dead, after all!

Once you've ascended the creaky steps, you find yourself on the deck of this vast, once proud vessel. A tattered Jolly Roger flaps overhead. Thick fog obscures most of the ocean surrounding you, but what's that straight ahead? Land ho! The ship's about to make port, and a crowd of curious onlookers has already gathered on the docks to stare up at this spooky new arrival. They appear apprehensive, perhaps even fearful, as if they haven't seen a ship come in for a long time. Will they hold you accountable for what happened to the skeleton crew? Will they praise you for 'ridding' them of pirates and allow you to keep the booty? There's no way to know just yet. Perhaps you'd best hide and find a way to disembark without being seen. Or perhaps there's someone else to be found here on this ship who suffered the same fate; someone who has a better idea of what to do.


SCENARIO TWO

You've stumbled your way into a city, and you're promptly besieged by the overwhelming sights and sounds. 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 lost expression and your clothes- so different from their own- 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. A hefty laptop may be handed to you, with words of a ‘network’ used for communication. Wonder what that’s about? Then there’s the very confusing pamphlet stuffed within: "What To Expect When You're Expecting (To Turn Into A Monster)”. They may direct you to an organisation known as the Lighthouse, their members most prominently found at the 38-8 apartments and the Lighthouse Church. Or perhaps, if you're injured, they'll refer you to the Crowe Clinic instead. Unfortunately, the directions you're given are so very complicated that you lose your way in the streets after two left turns, a right and a left at the soup kitchen.

Take care when asking for more help. 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

Now that you've found a moment of peace, you open up the mysterious device that's been handed to you. Perhaps you'll recognize it as some sort of laptop, albeit an old and clunky one. Or perhaps you'll be astounded by this curious feat of technology, which is unlike anything you've ever seen before. Regardless, the moment the lid is propped open to reveal the screen and the keyboard within, you gain your first glimpse of the network.

Perhaps you'll want to choose a username and write your very first message, posing the pressing question that's on your mind at this very moment. The lettered buttons click and clack awkwardly beneath your fingertips as you type.

However, you may instead want to respond to today's most popular message.

WELCOME TO RSDOS.
PRESS F1 TO COMPOSE POST.

*** TODAY’S TOP POST ***

018.07.154.55 <JUSTSOMEGUY> Let's play Two Truths, One Lie! It's real easy! You just post three statements about yourself, and the rest of us have to guess the lie. It'll be fun! And you get to be a liar liar without your pants catching fire for a bit. 


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.


hopesong: (Dance With Me)

[personal profile] hopesong 2022-09-30 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
"Serious as a heart attack, hun. But no, not everythin' written there is true, at least." She replies quickly enough, but motions him on to the cafe nearby, even grabbing the door from him. It does go a little quieter, momentarily when they enter, before it picks right back up. Kate's been here often enough that no one feels particularly threatened by her, and that makes this place better than most for an explanation.

"I'll have a coffee, double cream. An' whatever he'd like." She nods to Ryunosuke, who the waitress looks at expectantly, and with a hint of sadness in her eyes.
hopesong: (Prove Thyself)

[personal profile] hopesong 2022-09-30 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
Kate. Kate Denson. A pleasure to meet you, Nancy. [Ms. Wheeler, teasingly, back in the fog, but this isn't here, and Nancy much like Steve, much like Ash, doesn't know her in even the slightest.

But she likes to think, she knows the signs of Nancy bottling her emotions, likely surprise, maybe fear at this point. Kate doesn't blame her. "Almost a year" is a long time, and back in the fog she'd been rightfully pissed and shocked upon learning how long some of the other survivors had been trapped.
]

Ask whatever you'd like, an' I'll answer to the best of my knowledge. An' don't worry about holdin' back. I've done my fair share of interviews back home.
makesascene: (Cringe/thats cold tea/Ough)

[personal profile] makesascene 2022-10-01 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)
It would make this whole ship thing a lot less horrible for sure. [Leo is already dreading having to follow through on being methodical. He hates it already.]

Okay, we'll start here, and work our way down. Just go over everything incase this dumb boat has hidden spaces in it. [Normally he would be elated at secret hidden rooms, but Leo isn't feeling it right now. The lack of their brothers and their weapons leaves him feeling uncomfortable.]
soft_shelled: (019)

[personal profile] soft_shelled 2022-10-01 10:50 pm (UTC)(link)
I could at least use my trackers... [Said under his breath, he misses his tech so bad he's not hiding it too well.]

Of course, top to bottom. It'd go faster if we split up but... [It's creepy and maybe Donnie just doesn't want to split up, but not like he's going to outright say it. So he's just going to let Leo say it instead.]
makesascene: (Point/hubbawha/That over there)

[personal profile] makesascene 2022-10-01 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[He narrows his eyes at mention of trackers before shaking his head a little.]

Yeah, while it'd be faster, it wouldn't be smarter. [He has found an excuse immediately.] We've watched horror movies, Don. You go alone, you get axed.

We're sticking together. Even if it takes longer.
soft_shelled: (012)

[personal profile] soft_shelled 2022-10-01 11:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[Look, sometimes you install a tracking device in your brothers! No big.]

And this place screams horror film. [Or a bad pirate movie. Either way, he's good with the excuse.] Soooooo shall we get started then?
murdererofmiracles: (Its fine)

[personal profile] murdererofmiracles 2022-10-02 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ Shhh, you shouldn't say it just because you're right, Cagliostro. ]

An Arachne...? Ah, you mean a spider woman? [ She suddenly grins and laughs. ] So you're both bugs, now? In a way it's almost fitting.
makesascene: (Excited/look donnie!/happy)

[personal profile] makesascene 2022-10-02 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes, let's start- [He looks around, absolutely not sure where to start. He's not the plan guy. He's the faceman. Why is he calling any kind of shots here. He points in a random direction] That way!

[So much for methodical.]
soft_shelled: (060)

[personal profile] soft_shelled 2022-10-02 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[Look, Donnie would come up with a plan but right now he's kind of shook. Also this is way out of his comfort zone, like seriously. ANYWAY, a direction is picked and he'll start heading that way, totally expecting Leo to come with, and peering at any nooks and crannies he comes across along the way.]
pinkmoonrising: (None of you will stand so tall)

[personal profile] pinkmoonrising 2022-10-06 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[Susan snorts.] Ain't they so everywhere?

There's no place in the world - in any world - that ain't got men like him. [Spoken very boldly for a teenager who, pre-Ryslig, had never left her own small town.] Some folk who know they're weak and scared, they'll do any fuckin' thing to feel big and strong.

But I guess ye ken that already. Most girls do, I guess.
tuer: (💋 it changes her)

villanelle | killing eve

[personal profile] tuer 2022-10-09 04:49 pm (UTC)(link)
001. a pirate's life.
If Villanelle is unsettled by her surroundings, then there's nothing in her countenance that shows it. The splay of bodies around her have been readjusted a little since she woke up, since she's been rolling them over to inspect their clothes and find the least soiled garments. Once she's sourced a mostly unscathed shirt, she begins the process of carefully pulling it right off the corpse.

Most people would see at best a spread of fatal illness and at worst a massacre. Villanelle, on the other hand, sees the opportunity for a costume change.

When the ship bumps up against the jetty, Villanelle hops off, dressed head to toe in stolen clothes. A billowy-sleeved white shirt, some patched pants and knee-high boots, and of course a tricorn hat placed jauntily atop her head. She is beaming as she yells, "Land ho!" After a beat, she turns to someone nearby and, her accent heavily Russian, says, "I've always wanted to say that."

002. new in town.
"I hope you choke!"

Entering the town itself is going slightly less well for Villanelle, who isn't exactly making a great impression with the locals. The second person to blow off her very polite questions with a scowl is getting yelled at, plus a grim-faced middle finger to match. Jury's out on whether the person she aimed it at actually even saw it, but it's less about them seeing it and more about the catharsis she gets from doing it, so it's fine.

She saunters over to someone who looks like they also just got here, and in a low, conspiratorial voice she mutters, "What is wrong with these people? So rude! It's like they don't want us here." And then, lower still, "We should kill them."

003. network.
[ This is fun. She likes this, especially the dinky old-fashioned style of the device. Very amusing. ]

< villanelle >

1. i am a spy for the british government
2. i am married to a man with a big moustache
3. i have chopped a man to death with a big axe


[ None of these are true. Who said she had to actually follow the rules? ]
Edited 2022-10-09 16:49 (UTC)
purevanillacookie: (006)

Pure Vanilla Cookie | Cookie Run: Kingdom

[personal profile] purevanillacookie 2022-10-22 01:30 pm (UTC)(link)
01: A Strange New World
[Waking up with the ground rocking underneath him is quite the unusual enough experience that for a moment, Pure Vanilla simply lays there, taking in the sensation. A gentle up and down that reminds him of ships on the ocean. His mind feels groggy and his senses strangely dulled, but he can pick up the scent of salt. A damp breeze. Is he on the water? What on Earthbread has happened?

Reaching out for his staff, he pauses to a strange sensation in his hand. Those are... what are they? He flexes his new found fingers, wondering at the feeling of each digit moving, touching them together. And what has happened to his body?! The sensations are bewildering, and again he reaches out to attempt to find his staff, so he can see what has happened to him and where he might be. A small touch of worry sets in as his groping hand finds nothing, his eyes opening sightlessly as if maybe to help.

Nothing.

His wandering hand does find someone, however. Their form yields much as his did, when he tested his hands. Like Bear Jelly's; firm yet lightly giving, warm to the touch. It takes him a moment to realize he's poking someone a little rudely in what might be their face. Another Cookie, taken and ... oddly transformed such as him? No longer feeling alone, Pure Vanilla's priorities shift. Concern for the other sets in.]


Hello? Are you all right?


02: A Loud New World
[How he's managed to get this far, Pure Vanilla is quite unsure. Even without his Staff to guide him, without the magic of his Soul Jam, he has somehow made his way to... a very noisy place. The smells are acrid to his nose and cause his eyes to water, quite unlike anything he has smelled before on Earthbread. The noises are loud and disorienting, and leave his head spinning as things screech and the ground vibrates with large things passing by. The chatter of not-Cookies passes by him on all sides, words he seems to innately know by some magic or another, but he recognizes as not being any language he's familiar with.

Tightening his grip on the walking stick some helpful citizen has given him, Pure Vanilla turns his head from side to side, trying to get a sense of the bustle and layout of this place. It's difficult, with sounds overlaying sounds and unfamiliar hard stone under his feet, and he can't help but feel a small thump of fear in his heart. To be so far away from home and alone... it isn't the first time. But even on his Pilgrimage, the sounds of the blueberry birds and the smell of sweet flowers was familiar. Everything sang of Earthbread.

Steeling himself, he turns to begin moving again, feeling slightly better with his rest to let his head stop swimming. And he promptly smacks right into someone, his free hand going out to steady himself automatically on whomever he ran into. His face instantly turns contrite as he takes a step back and removes his hand.]


Ah! Please, forgive me, I didn't sense you there! You're not harmed, are you?


03: An Electronic New World
[Text-to-speech! Pure Vanilla has no idea what it is really, but apparently it helps with this strange magic box in helping him communicate with others in this place. And it works in reverse! Amazing! Grampa is delighted by all the new things.]

I do hope this is working correctly!

One: I used to be a Cookie living in a place called Earthbread!

Two: I used to be the Ruler of a beautiful place called the Republic!

Three: Even though I may look young, I'm well over a hundred years old!



04: A Strange New Form [neph for the prompt!]
[The former Cookie, thanks to the helpfulness of the other residents of this Peninsula, has thankfully be prepared for the pain and, quite frankly, horror that would come with his form changing.

What he's not prepared for is the sudden shift in dimensions.

No one told him wings were bulky and were awkward to fold, and rammed into everything when you can't see your surroundings. The extra pair of eyes that had come in, situated above his usual ones, were as useless as the first. His hearing was adjusting, finally, as well as his spatial awareness, but with four wings sticking out of his back that he couldn't quite figure out how to fold properly yet. Well. It was quite the hassle.

And he wasn't one for letting himself have a temper, but after clipping his wings in the stores door for what felt like the fifth time, he couldn't help but utter a mildly upset:]


Crumbs!
Edited 2022-10-22 13:31 (UTC)
caviar: (🦈 Human 10)

okay I couldn't stop myself, I'll tag another prompt later

[personal profile] caviar 2022-10-22 02:01 pm (UTC)(link)
You don't rule a republic, that defeats the entire point, ya goober!!

[Could you imagine??? If one house??? Tried to take all the power??? Haha, wild.]
purevanillacookie: (014)

<user564367> hohoho excellent

[personal profile] purevanillacookie 2022-10-22 02:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[Yeah that would be! Wild!]

Of course you are right, but that's why it's the lie!

[The speech-to-text doesn't quite know how to translate the light laugh, eventually printing out hahaha]

It was not a lie that the Republic was beautiful.
Edited 2022-10-22 14:08 (UTC)
caviar: (🦈 Human 6)

[personal profile] caviar 2022-10-22 02:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Heh, well, I'm not about to deny that. You ever stop by the harbor? Ain't nothing more beautiful if you ask me. Clear skies, clear waters, and ships so impressive you'd think pirates were sailing dinghies.

...nothing here can even compare.
purevanillacookie: (006)

[personal profile] purevanillacookie 2022-10-22 02:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, I'm afraid in my short visit to the Republic, I wasn't able to visit the harbor, though I did see it overhead in the Airship! But I know I will return someday, and I will make it the first place I stop!

[Nothing here compares...]

I... am sorry this place has taken that away from you, my friend.
caviar: (🦈Eyes shut)

[personal profile] caviar 2022-10-22 03:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[Wait, what? Shoot. This is supposed to be a silly baby game for babies, he didn't mean to make an ancient king feel sorry for him.]

Eh, I'm sure I don't have to tell you I'm far from the only cookie (or person I guess) who's lost something. What's a few ships compared to entire families and whatnot?

[Never mind the people on the ships. Again, baby game. Why can't he find a way to get out of this conversation without sounding pathetic?? Uh, let's see...]

So! A hundred years old, huh?

[He says like he doesn't already know that, considering the Republic's history.]
purevanillacookie: (012)

[personal profile] purevanillacookie 2022-10-22 03:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's too late, Pure Vanilla is already plotting. If the Captain can't go to the Sea, perhaps they can find a way to bring the sea to him! Mental memo to himself: ask around for ship decorations.]

And my heart goes out to everyone, but that does not diminish your loss any! I promise I will find some way to ease it.

[But, as the laptop chirps the translated words at him, he can feel Cavier would like to change the subjects, so he does.

Enjoy the laugh from the next room.]


Or older! I admit, I am a little unsure of how much time has passed!
caviar: (🦈Back)

[personal profile] caviar 2022-10-22 04:00 pm (UTC)(link)
I think you'd be surprised. Sure, the Crème Republic was founded by descendants of Vanilla cookies escaping the war, but some of those original refugees are still alive and kicking.

Of course, they were just kiddos when it happened, and they make me look like I'm freshly baked, but at least you ain't looking at centuries lost.
purevanillacookie: (005)

[personal profile] purevanillacookie 2022-10-22 04:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Full glad am I to see I have not lost much time! Though it pains me to know Cookie Kind has faced so little peace before Dark Enchantress' return, there is still hope we can yet defeat her and bring it everlasting.

[A moment of silence or two, Pure Vanilla considering some things. Like the fact he's been snatched away to a new world.]

Ah, it's no use dwelling! To that end, an idle mind will wander and worry, I fear, so tell me Captain, if you please, about your ship?
Edited 2022-10-22 16:50 (UTC)
caviar: (🦈 Human 6)

[personal profile] caviar 2022-10-22 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[Caviar was so used to Pure Vanilla's little laughs that the sudden silence catches him off guard. It's all he needs to keep himself from mentioning the state the Republic was in last he was there, or how badly he wishes he was fighting for that peace right now.

Complaining isn't going to get them back to Earthbread anytime soon.]


She's a beaut. The Salty Shark is the pride and joy of the Crème Republic's navy and the bane of pirates everywhere.

[He is absolutely smirking behind his screen.]

She's weathered plenty of storms and stood up against some pretty vile monsters. And...would absolutely be the size of a toy boat right about now, huh...
purevanillacookie: (001)

[personal profile] purevanillacookie 2022-10-22 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh don't worry, Cavier. He may be silent, but he's smiling to the way the computer chirps Caviers words back at him. Even - what was the word? computerized? - Pure Vanilla can tell Caviers fondness for his ship.

Though the reminder it would be the size of a toy gets another laugh out of him.]


Oh, dear! I'm sad to admit I hadn't thought of that! Well, I suppose that's one idea down, unless

[The last bit was not meant to be picked up by text to speech, ignore that.]

It's true then that all ships are females? Is there a reason for it?
caviar: (🦈 wut)

[personal profile] caviar 2022-10-23 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
[Huh, yeah, that last bit is a little...odd, but he'll chalk it up to the text to speech being weird. Whatever idea could he possibly get out of innocent ship talk???]

Eh, well, I don't wanna bore you with my nautical history lesson during the game, but I suppose the gist of it is ships used to be dedicated to female heroes back in the day. Obviously it ain't like that anymore, but the idea just sorta stuck around.

[The irl reason is ships used to be named after goddesses and I am making up the closest I can think of for cookie lore rip]

Besides, you're entrusting your life to your ship, be a real shame to call such a reliable vessel an "it."
purevanillacookie: (002)

[personal profile] purevanillacookie 2022-10-23 12:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[Don't you worry your cookie mind about that!

Oh right, this was supposed to be a game. Pure Vanilla just gets so excited in hearing about other peoples lives and likes that he completely forgot there was supposed to be a back and forth.]


Oh! Please, Captain, you would never bore me. Learning new things is always wonderful, especially when it's about your friends passions!

I would much love to see your ship, someday. I'm sure she's as glorious as your words paint her to be!

But ah, you did remind me this was supposed to be a game! Two truths and a lie, please!
caviar: (🦈Sweat)

[personal profile] caviar 2022-10-23 02:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[Well, now it's Pure Vanilla's turn to hear the other from their room, because Caviar let's out a very surprised "GAH" at the implication that it's his turn now. In all honesty, he had no interest in this nonsense, but he just couldn't stop himself from defending the Republic...even in innocent online chatter.

Ugh, he really should've just kept talking about ships.]


What's the point in lying about myself like that? If you wanna know something, just ask! You've already been doing that, just seems kinda goofy to get me to do it NOW, dontcha think?