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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.
come sail away
Emporio? What are you doing here?
[ Then her face lights up with understanding. ]
Oh, so this place is like your ghost-room, right? Wow, it's huge!
[ It's quite something to have a whole pirate ship and patch of ocean in a pocket dimension. It even looks like there's a town behind the pier they're headed for. She's not sure how much of that is real - well, as "real" as any of Emporio's ghost-items are - or if it's more of a backdrop, but still. She's impressed! ]
CW: STONE OCEAN SPOILERS (MOST RECENT EPISODES)
F.F.-!
[And then pauses.
And pales.
He remembers when the others came back- haggard, covered in dirt and blood, exhausted. It was a familiar sight and yet something else was wrong and it didn't take long to guess why.
Foo Fighters wasn't there.
('She's gone,' he was told. 'Trying to bring her back...wouldn't be the same...')
But then why? How?
(Was it a trap?)] Y...you...
[He can't help but step back.] ...This isn't...this isn't a ghost room, F.F., [he says honestly, watching the other carefully.] But...what are you doing here? [Emporio finally counters.] ...You were... You were...
[Dead.]
continuing CW: STONE OCEAN SPOILERS (MOST RECENT EPISODES)
But - if this isn't...
[ Her brows knit from confusion mixed with concern. ]
Then, is this that "afterlife" place after all? But why would you be here? Did you die too?
CW: END CANON SPOILERS (assume CW carries until otherwise)
Pucci was dead.
(Everyone. Was...)]
...If I did... [he finds himself saying slowly, eyes scanning the deck of the boat around them,] ...shouldn't you have been here long before me..?
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...How do I know you didn't die before me?
[ This could be a trick. She didn't think Pucci knew about Emporio... Or this could be some sort of stand attack...
But then again, she knows she died. She's not sure how this "afterlife" stuff is supposed to work, but she's pretty sure it's supposed to be separated from being alive more than that... maybe she's wrong, though. She hadn't exactly researched the subject, and Atroe hadn't been any kind of afterlife expert or anything. ]
Something's wrong. ...I'm guessing this "afterlife" place isn't supposed to work the way things are going here...
[ She doesn't know enough to guess any further than that. ]
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If he had died...technically, that would be months before Foo, right? Except-]
...Even if I did, [Emporio finds himself saying,] That would mean we should have been more time apart- but...
[Time to take a guess- or a chance, if it can be called that.]
...When did you wake up here?
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A few minutes ago. It took a couple of minutes just figuring out where the screaming was coming from, so... I'd say it was five, maybe ten minutes ago. Closer to five. Why? When'd you get here?
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...The same.
[It's easy for someone to say that of course. But what else can he say?] ...If either of us had died first though...we should have been separated by at least a few days.
[...Or months, he quietly reminds himself.]
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...Were you also trying to locate the screamer?
[ Because she'd assumed the screaming was you, buddy. Maybe all Emporio meant was the same amount of time, but FF figures she can't be too careful right now. ]
So, is whatever's wrong this place, or is it one of us? Can you prove you're really Emporio?
[ Cautiously she flexes her hand into more of a fingergun position - and is taken off guard when that's all her hand does. Why isn't her finger transforming?! She can't avoid glancing its way, alarmed. ]
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[As Foo has correctly assumed after all, he was. Well. The one who screamed. Nervously backing along the rail he's long since pressed himself against however, he eyes Foo's hand with apprehension. He knows what she can (normally) do with that. He has no reason to think, for that matter that she can't.
So he moves carefully. Slowly.
He thinks, if he ducks for that box over there...] ...I...I can't prove myself with anything more than what I'm saying now..! But... [A small wave of confidence, as he allows himself the thought that if, if this really is...some trap, some false copy...
They won't be able to duplicate Foo's attacks.]
Can you prove yourself..!?
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She tries flexing her hand again, and when nothing changes, again, she tries just. making it melt a little... but it won't. Her hand doesn't feel right. Her whole arm doesn't feel right. She tests the other arm, abruptly swinging back into an arc that - and she yelps as her arm does indeed fail to bend backwards. ]
What did you do to me?!
[ She's testing numerous joints now, suppressing any noises of discomfort between grit teeth, and none of them are working right - which is to say, they're all functionally perfectly normally. for a human. ]
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The hand is a hand. Both arms are just arms. And then-
And then she shouts that at him, with enough force and emotion that he finds himself leaping for the cover of the box with a yelp. It takes a full second for the words to actually register properly, the boy breathing rapidly from his cover as he glances back around in fear.] I-
Nothing..! You're the imposter, aren't you..!? None of this should be possible! Nothing that happened should have brought us both here at the same time..! So...so you can't be the real Foo Fighters..! That's all it is..!
[............................
Isn't it?
..........he hasn't checked his bag for his things yet...]no subject
[ As the full weight of what Emporio's saying hits her, something else occurs to her. If this isn't all just some really elaborately weird stand attack on her, then...
She stops checking her joints and turns to Emporio, voice calm but shaken. ]
Pull something out of nowhere like you always do. That trashcan, anything.
CW: ...unreality? I think that's the right warning phrase
Technically he could have used that as proof of course. He'd thought so in the first place, but hadn't wanted to show off what he had. That had been where he kept Weather's disc after all- that little ghost pouch. If he didn't still have it, it must have returned to the bag somehow.
That was what he'd thought at least.
He knows the gun isn't in there anymore- it was dropped in the ocean. But what about everything else then? His computer? His...
Emporio remains behind the box, but he starts to shake the more he searches his pockets. He can feel the pouch at least. Small, unassuming. But something feels wrong about it. The more he feels the fabric over the more he finds himself shaking, curling up tightly and shrinking further behind the box.
He can't feel any 'ghost'.]
...n...none of this is real, is it..? ...Even...even when I thought I made it...
[His words choke out, and tears start to wet his face. The boat rocks beneath them, and he can barely think to keep his words to himself.
He doesn't know that he would even if the thought came.] After everyone....after hermana, even...
It still wasn't enough..?
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She doesn't think Jolyne was soothed by any of it, but FF hadn't been able to stick around very long after saying her goodbyes, either. FF's not even sure what's happening to the two of them right now, so she has even less of an idea of how to help Emporio.
She quietly approaches the box, stopping to lean on it. ]
...Well, I know I'm real, even if I'm dead, and you know you're real, even if you won't believe I am - right? If we're in some kind of stand trap, we'll just have to find a way to break it; but probably, we're just finding out the "afterlife" is weird and sucks.
[ She's not good at this, but she'll stick around until he stops crying or until she gets really thirsty. And if she gets really thirsty she'll come right back as soon as she finds something to drink. ]
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[That's the sticking point, isn't it? If Foo is real, why is she 'human'? If this is the Afterlife, why just them, when he didn't even feel himself die? Why on this boat, why here, why...anything.
(If it's a Stand Attack, doesn't that mean she's still not real?)
Maybe it's a dream, instead. A nightmare as he sleeps, too tired from all that happened. If it's a dream, then, what happens when he wakes up? Why Foo and no one else, for that matter? Why....
(...anything...)]
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[ Did "everyone else" also die? That's not how things are supposed to - ]
...Anasui better have done something useful...
[ - well, probably not that important to them here and now, considering the whole "dead" thing. FF looks around, eyeing the ship, the water, that pier... the fog that blocks the edges of their sight. ]
We're headed to land - it looks like there's a town there. Maybe they're waiting for us. Maybe whoever else we're looking for is there.
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...He did really great, actually...he...Thinking about it, I still can't even believe...
[Even his initial suggestion.
Even his original idea, he would have died. That was what he decided it was worth- or Jolyne at least, was worth. Anasui was obsessive- fixated on what he liked, utterly apathetic to nearly anything else but...
He'd still offered himself up.
Choking back harsher tears, he tries to focus on Foo Fighters.] A...a town? [he repeats, before remembering what he'd seen not long after screaming. Looking to the rail and through its bars, Emporio's eyes widen. That's right- he'd seen...]
...It...
...it looks...old...
[Like something from those prison textbooks...]
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Good.
[ She hadn't saved his life for him to be deadweight after all. Maybe he'd died anyway, just a little later, but as long as he'd done something with however much time she'd managed to buy him... it was good.
She nods when Emporio finally turns his attention to the town. ]
Yeah... like this boat. Huh...
Well, the others might not be on this boat, but we shouldn't assume they're not here until at least we've searched the town too. Maybe there'll be something that explains where we are.
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(He can remember seeing, so abruptly, the fist that tore through Anasui's front...remember thinking, Pucci can manipulate minds...)
Emporio nods, and swallows thickly. His throat still feels strained and raw, and his eyes are still red from the crying.] ...Do you...
...why do you think we woke up here, if they didn't...?