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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.
I love it!
Her eyebrows knit together, and she purses her lips, looking into those green, slitted eyes as though she's searching them for answers she can't quite find. I know it doesn't make sense, he says, and she takes a deep breath, finally finding her words.]
No, it doesn't.
[She says softly, still meeting his gaze. She thinks of the things she's heard and seen already, and the nervous, pitying glances shot in her direction. She thinks of the people whispering the word monster. And then there are the pamphlets lined up right in front of her, addressing 'changes' and listing monsters found in mythology, legends, and story books. The word 'naga' is underlined on one of those pamphlets too. Her eyes flicker down to look at it, but only for a moment.]
Are you... [She pauses, shaking her head because she knows this is a stupid thing to ask. A loaded question, perhaps. But she asks anyway because she worries for him. ]
Are you okay?
👍👍
Meanwhile, the woman who was helping Nancy a second ago, the one Steve completely bypassed to barge inside, is boring a hole into his scaly back with her eyes. For good reason, because he's a monster. But it's also a waste of her time, because he's face to face with one of the last people he'd ever hurt on this peninsula. He'd like to believe that even if he lost his mind, the part that wants her to be happy, for her to be safe, would be one of those last little bits that remained intact long after he was gone.
In just one question, she reminds him why he feels so strongly about that.
He wanted to ask her the same thing, but she's beaten him to the punch, even though he looks like this. The fact that there's no way to hide how freakish any of this is, that's at the forefront of his mind as he turns his head, glumly looking back at his body trailing through the room, at all the tables and chairs that got shifted around in his wake. ]
Yeah, just... y'know, getting around indoors is kind of hard for me now.
[ That's not at all what she was getting at and he knows it—and he sighs, which sounds perfectly human at least. ]
I'm glad you're not freaking out.
[ A slightly better answer. ]
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I guess...
[She trails off, wide eyes flickering back up to meet his. Her brow is still furrowed, and there's something incredibly sad in the way she looks at him.]
I'm just getting used to... things not being normal.
[She quietly takes note of the shifted furniture and the woman, carefully watching them both. She could comment on it, but it doesn't feel right. Not at this moment.]
So it's true? People turn into monsters here?
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Vecna killing that girl, then coming after Max, and then finally burning in the attic of the Kreel House, all of that came to him in a dream. Idly, he wonders if that's the point in time Nancy came from, or if she's from further beyond that, after the sky turned black over Hawkins. He wonders if she can tell him how much of that horrible vision came true. Monsters. So many monsters. That's what she said. And.
God, that's basically what her fate will be if she stays here. It's the worst irony. ]
[ Thickly: ] Yeah.
[ Steve tries settling into the chair opposite Nancy. His snake half bends into an approximation of sitting to do so, and he leans his scaly forearms against the edge of the table personably to complete the illusion. He also wraps what he can of his tail around the base of the chair, just so he isn't taking up quite so much space.
Wordlessly, the waitress gets to work putting the place back into order. Although he shoots her an apologetic look, it seems as though she's missed it. He'll have to leave a tip on his way out for all the trouble. ]
I can help you with your research, whatever you wanna know. Just, first— [ He'd reach out and hold her hand if he didn't feel like that would be crossing some boundary. ] You're so strong, Nance, but I just... I need to know you're gonna stay strong before I say anything else... okay?
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You... have my word. [She says with a grim smile, taking a gentle breath. She dreads hearing the truth, but she's never been one to close her eyes to it. Whatever horror lurks here, she'll face it. She'll stare it directly in the eyes, if she must, and she'll fight it.
She's done it before.
She can do it again... right?
She slides her hand -- still human -- across the table like she's about to touch his arm. But she stops herself, fingers curling into her palm. With her complicated feelings about Steve and Jonathan, Nancy Wheeler feels like there's a boundary too. A boundary that can't be crossed. For all the growing up she's done, Nancy still struggles to understand her own feelings. There are some things even she can't figure out.]
I can stay strong. Even for this. I promise.