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Ryslig Helpers ([personal profile] ryslighelpers) wrote in [community profile] graveyardsmash2022-09-09 09:15 am
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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.


findingtruth: (11)

[personal profile] findingtruth 2022-09-11 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[Nancy is confident that she can handle this guy herself, but she's still glad for the intervention. They're both smaller than him, but perhaps he'll think twice about hassling two teenagers.

Nancy looks at the girl (she notes the oddness of her serape quickly, and files the information away for later), and then turns her attention back to the shopkeeper. The man wants a fight. She can see it in his eyes and how he invades her space. The fact that he's chosen an unchanged, smaller human tells Nancy all she needs to know about him. He's a coward. He's angry at the world, but he's also too afraid to confront a changed monster.]


I'll leave. I can go elsewhere, but you need to get out of the way so I can do that.

[Her voice is calm, despite the cold feeling of anxiety gripping her heart. She's always been good at keeping her cool when things start going wrong. The man stares at Nancy and then stares at the girl, his upper lip curling up into a grotesque snarl. "She started it the minute she walked through these doors. I don't want no one changing in my shop, eating my customers."

Nancy... finds that she gets it, despite his aggression. And now she can't help but wonder what he's seen to trigger this response.]
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pinkmoonrising: (And I ain't got no home in this world)

[personal profile] pinkmoonrising 2022-09-12 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[Susan doesn't seem as sympathetic, though maybe she should be.]

Aye? Ye think it's your customers she'd eat, when ye're the one being an ass?

[She curls her lip, mirroring his expression. She probably shouldn't be picking fights - after all, she's not exactly likely to win them, just yet - but after a lifetime of watching men throw their weight around, it's hard not to give in to the temptation to throw a little back.]

If ye'd half an ounce of sense, ye'd ken she'll not start changing for a month or more, anyroad. Ye see fog anywhere?

No mames, asshole. Move your ass.
findingtruth: (26)

[personal profile] findingtruth 2022-09-17 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[The man hesitates, hoping to snipe at the pair one last time. Instead of saying something cutting and harsh, he starts stumbling over his words.]

Move it! [Nancy raises her voice, commanding him. Her brow furrows, wide eyes reflecting her frustration at the aggressive man. He growls and stomps his foot like a petulant child, storming back to his station behind the counter. Can't blame a guy for bein' scared. Just don't want you changin' 'ere. Don't want anyone changin' 'ere. Y'just never know, the man grumbles to himself, loud enough for the pair to hear. With her still-human hearing, Nancy struggles a little, but for a monster, it might be easier.]

Some people, huh? [Nancy breathes, nodding towards him.] Um. Thanks. I didn't think he was going to let up.
pinkmoonrising: (Who will talk your future over)

[personal profile] pinkmoonrising 2022-09-19 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
I didn't, neither. Thought I might have to get my wings out and threaten to eat him before he'd back off.

[Not that she could eat him, or wants to. She's still mostly human, save for the wings and the tail tucked down the back of her jeans, and she's in no hurry to take that step. But...]

But folk like him're cowards, ain't they? Otherwise he'd pick on someone his own size.

[She clears her throat, holding out a hand to shake.] Sue. Ye're new here?
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[personal profile] findingtruth 2022-09-24 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Nancy. [She takes the girl's hand and shakes it, her grip firm. She's seen the way people look at her here. She's an observant woman, and she notices these things easily. But this is the first time she's encountered aggression. Aggression born out of fear, no doubt.]

Yeah. Yes, I've been here a week now. [She hates how that sounds. It sounds like an interruption, and it is one. She has so many things to do back home. She has her family to protect and monsters to kill, and if her life ever becomes normal again, then she has college to attend... She has her whole life planned out, and now this is standing in the way.]

Are people here always so... asshole-ish?
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.