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graveyardsmash2022-09-09 09:15 am
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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.
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Haha yeah right Ryuki doesn't make plans.
Why is he thinking about this]
I. No. Yeah. No. [If he knows what a ship is, is...is he a Faller? Wouldn't he be a little bit more unwell-looking? Wait, does the Ultra Deep Sea have pirates? What the fuck. Anyways more importantly all other questions can hold until he figures out] I'm looking for my Pokémon, have you seen any. [And on that note he's gonna shake his head slowly to try to be less dazed and keep running his gaze along the ground again in search of stray Poké Balls.]
spares you the usual 'whats a pokemon' conversation
Pokemon, schmokeymon, lets talk facts here. I still don't know your name, which cool, cool, you're being mysterious, I get that. We're on this ship, headed towards... Huh, wow, still dunno where this is.
[He is absolutely distracted from his point as he moves to lean a little precariously against a rail. He raises a hand to shield his eyes and peer out at the city drawing nearer.] Haha oh man, that is... a lot of people actually!
You think they're friendly?
god bless.
What?
[Feeling outpaced, Gladion rounds the corner and - also raises an arm to shield his eyes because he is so dark-acclimated right now it's not funny at all, yikes - and confirms that yes, that is water, and that is a normal Earth city.
What?]
Where is this?
[Gladion steps back from the railing and turns indecisively in place, from the railing back to the decks he has yet to search, looking extremely conflicted. You can practically see the gears spinning away in his head, but for as rapidly as they're spinning, they don't seem to be getting to any solutions fast.]
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[Leo cannot stay on one topic as he bounces to the next.]
My real concern is how we're going to explain dead guys. Like, do we pretend we're the lone survivors? Cause, I can at least pretend there was cannibalism involved if necessary, but I want our cover story straight. Who was made captain? I mean, you look cool and edgy enough to be captain, but I have the experience!
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He needs to
cut this off somehow.]
I'm Gladion.
[eyyy THERE you go]
And I need to keep searching. [He finally commits to heading back towards the unexplored areas of the ship, talking over his shoulder at Leonardo for a moment as he goes.] If you're disembarking, just...don't make up any weird stories about me.
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[Leonardo is realizing very quickly if Gladion leaves, he is alone. The fourteen year old does not know what to do with himself if he's alone. He's always just been with his brothers, Splinter, and April.
Gladion has obtained one loud shadow trailing after him.]
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Gladion. [Don't. Do not. Please don't. Don't make him ask politely. Seriously.] I'm looking for spheres this big [indicating with one hand], half white metal and half red plastic. Three of them.
[And he's already on the search, deadly intent on scouring every corner.]
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Three mystery spheres, gooootttt it! [He sing-songs the last part, patting Gladion's back in an overly friendly manner.] Shouldn't be hard to find, the rest of this place? Absolutely drab.
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The search, of course, turns up jack shit.
Gladion, of course, goes from vaguely frantic to downright panicked as it becomes clearer and clearer that these things are nowhere to be found. In that way that people who don't want to be seen panicking get panicked; focus more and more intent, digging a hole deeper and deeper trying to solve an unsolvable problem.
At the start, he humors Leo's chatter with sighs and brief retorts and maybe sometimes a chuckle. By the end, he has eyes and ears for nothing but the search.]
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He scratches at the back of his neck nervously.]
Okay, we're not finding much. Not great.
Lemme try up there-? I mean, I can climb pretty decent. [He motions at the ship masts meaningfully.] You sit back, uh, take a deep breath. Maybe like four of those.
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[Mmmmmg no, he is definitely freaking out. He doesn't see what else he can do but keep looking, his Pokémon are missing, but he also can't let panic steer him around. Even if backing down and letting a chatterbox stranger handle things for a moment, here and now and under these conditions, is right up there in the ranks of the most difficult things he's ever done.
Fistclench.]
-okay.
[He backs up to a beam and leans against it to work on those prescribed deep breaths. Metaphorically.]
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You take some deep breaths. Get yourself centered. We got this. [He stills for a moment taking in their surroundings, trying to pinpoint just where they haven't searched. The bird nests jutting out of the masts prove an option they haven't taken in.
He quickly takes off in a run, clambering up the mast once he hits the bottom. He's naturally agile and quick. He isn't a mutant anymore, but he's still good at climbing. He hauls himself up onto a rope, grinning as he waves down at Gladion.] We got this!