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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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Is that so? Then I have to wonder why you would want to help a murderous misanthrope like me. Please don't tell me that you're doing this out of the kindness of your heart. That wouldn't be very honest of you, now would it?
[ It's strange, having all this knowledge of her. These kind of memories would usually be the kind she would aim to burn first, after all. Still, she can't say she's not grateful for it right now.
Though, let's face it, she does have a point. Carol's attitude at this rate is not going to do her any favors with anybody.]no subject
Oh please. It's not like my hands are clean either. If I judged you, what would I say about myself, hm~?
[She grins.]
'Out of the goodness of my heart'? If you want to believe I'm lying to myself, go ahead, but you and I both know that swore off of them. I legitimately want to help you.
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It's precisely because neither of our hands are clean that I find that 'kindness' hard to believe. What's the catch, Cagliostro?
[ Even if she's sworn off lying, Carol is... well, just as distrusting as ever. To her, there simply has to be a catch. Maybe it's just putting Carol in her debt, or maybe it's something else, but either way? She never trusted anybody in the illuminati, and she's not about to suddenly start now.
She does, however, watch Cagliostro closely from where she is right now. She'll be the judge of Cagliostro's legitimacy after whatever she has to say next. ]
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The catch? I get to piss off the gods of this world by not letting another one of their victims give into despair. Plus, I get to torture you with my niceness. That's what I get out of it, little Carol.
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Hmph. I hardly need your help to not fall into despair.
[ She's already thinking of how she'll torture the Fog God before she eventually dissects her down for information. ]
But fine. I'll be taking advantage of that kindness, then.
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There's no way you can use me as part of some nefarious plot so I'm good with you taking advantage of me.
[Cagli why did you have to put it like that.]
But anyway! Welcome to the team! Come on, let's go find Saint-Germain.
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[ Note: Carol Malus Dienheim is apparently not unwilling to go along with Cagliostro in terms of "why do you have to put it like that" banter.
That being said, her expression turns sour again suddenly at the mention of Saint-Germain. ]
Ugh, of course that woman is with you. Never too far away from each other, you three.
[ Now we just need Prelati. Really dig in with the onsetting migraine already forming in Carol's head at the thought of it. ]
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[ Cagliostro just smiled at her comments about Saint-Germain. Because she realized a way she could ruin Carol's day even further. ]
She and I are lovers now, you know.
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...UGH, so you mean you're going to be even more insufferable? I've changed my mind. Just kill me now. I think I'll prefer that, actually.
[ Please, just end it, she won't mind. It'll be over quickly, whereas Saint-Germain and Cagliostro existing as lovers... the thought already makes her feel a headache growing stronger.
...though, Saint-Germain? In a romantic relationship? Potentially hilarious, but ultimately not worth the extra pain, Carol decides. ]
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[ Cagliostro couldn't suppress her snickers, but she did set Carol down finally. ]
Now come along. Unless that really is a dealbreaker for you~.
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[ She appreciates finally being set back down onto her own two feet, finally. ]
Keep the PDA down to a minimum around me or else you'll be my guinea pigs for when I start turning into a monster.
[ She's already got a pretty good handle... or at least, an assumption of how things are. Though as she starts to follow Cagliostro... ]
Speaking of, what the hell are you supposed to be? Some kind of insect woman now?
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I can't wait to see what kind of monster you turn into, girl. And for the record, I'm what's called a faerie here.
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[ Nobody needs a perpetually-grumpy Carol as a result of turning into something she really hates, after all. Though it will, of course, mean more pain for the Fog God the second she gets the chance. ]
A Faerie... [ She squints... ] So I was right, you are an insect woman. What of Saint-Germain?
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[ She does a little twirl, to show off her beautiful butterfly wings before answering Carol. ]
Saint-Germain is the most beautiful Arachne!
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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.