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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.
< BrainyTerrapin >
[Come on, the user name? The way he types? Mikey.]
<TheCoolestTurtle>
But wait, how do you know Mikey???
< BrainyTerrapin >
Where are you? We shouldn't be separated in a new, weird place like this.
Oh and, uh, did you happen to wake up... changed too? Because I'm a lot less turtle-y than usual.
<TheCoolestTurtle>
Still not Mikey fyi.
Yeah, I'm real human over here. Too many fingers for me. My hair is nice, but like, man toooo weird.
Where you at? We can meet up.
< BrainyTerrapin >
Oh what am I saying, we're human and in a new world, we've both probably hit our heads. I'm at the Lighthouse Church. I, uh, I guess I look Japanese? With a button down shirt that's too small for me and, uh, purple eyes. And I'm sitting on the Church steps.
It's weird that you might not recognized me.
[Donatello is sitting exactly where he said he'd be. And the shirt is definitely too small for him--obviously meant for a man who's not quite as lean and muscular. Don holds himself to the shadows, huddled over the pamphlets handed out to them like he wants to disappear, his black hair a mess. Despite his apparent youth, there are crows feet forming in the corners of his eyes and worry lines already etching their way into his forehead.]
<TheCoolestTurtle> -- >action
Aight. I'm Japanese American too, dark hair, tried to style, couldn't find gel. Blue shirt, jeans, brown bomber jacket I scrounged up. Not as dumpster-y as it could be.
[In sharp contrast, Leonardo strides forward, hands jammed in his jean pockets. He's gangly, all thin lines, and moves with light steps. He's clearly a fourteen year old trying to look older. Unmistakably he has a familiar blue mask over his eyes, only partially covering up red ear slider style markings.
He brightens when he sees Donny, a grin rises to the surface of his features as he jogs over. He waves very excitedly. Skidding to a hard stop in front of the bench.]
Donnie! Wow, you're- like way older than I thought you'd be. I thought you'd be like a little taller at best, y'know?
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No, that's to be addressed later.
As soon as he hears his voice, he's looking up with a furrow forming in his brow. That's not Mikey's voice. That's not any of his brothers' voices.
As he lays eyes on this... person, his jaw drops, and he blurts out,]
Oh no, you're a child!
[Which probably isn't what any teenager wants to hear, but Donatello hurriedly puts his pamphlets aside to stand up, cupping this wayward not-Mike's face in his hands to turn his head to and fro to check on him.] Leo? Are you supposed to be Leo? What are those marks on your face, are you hurt? What are you even doing here?!
[He has that fretting voice that comes when someone with a mother hen streak starts getting worked up. What is a baby version of his brother doing out here?!!! No he's sworn off of going to other universes with other versions of his brothers, he refuses to see a bunch of human child versions of his family die, nope, nope, not happening--]
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He blinks a little, just taking in the fussing. His brows pinch together in thought. For all the bombast, his expression shifts to something thoughtful.]
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I'm Leonardo Hamato. Leo, for short, yeah. You're some version of Donnie. You know enough to not be like a dupe. Big Mama or The Foot would have tried to mimic you exactly, not go for something that's on the edge of what I'd believe.
I'm good, these are just my markings. Red ear slider. I'm also fourteen, plenty old enough. [He flaps a hand carelessly, moving on.] I'm here the same reason you are, some freaky god decided to play with us. Y'know, not too weird for our fam.
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But okay Don, calm down, Leo's calm, you should be calm too, you should always be calm when Leo's calm (at least your Leo, but skip that for now).]
You say your name the Western way. [It's a somewhat shell shocked observation. Small in the grand scheme of things, but implying so much more about the differences in how they were raised.
Donatello takes a deep, tremulous breath, his concern still naked on his face as he pries his hands loose of the boy's face. As tolerant as this Leo is, Donatello shouldn't push his luck, and he's confirmed that the marks are normal.]
You're right. I'm a version of Hamato Donatello, but clearly not yours. I've seen other versions of our family across dimensions before, so I shouldn't be too surprised. [Donatello clears his throat, leaning back on his heels and putting his hands on his hips. He looks a little like a concerned mom contemplating what to do with her child.] Let's see... Uh, I grew up with my three brothers and my Master in the sewers of New York. It's been nineteen years since we mutated, so our estimate is that we're nineteen years old. We've also fought the Foot, but I have no idea who Big Mama is. We're all red ear sliders, but none of us have the marks you do. Uh, I think that's a fair summary?
[Hopefully they share a similar background, or things will get weirder. Donatello jerks his head, brow still furrowed in concern.] Come on. I was able to find a temporary place to stay, and I don't like being in the open.
spoilers for rise of tmnt, OOP
The touching barely registers as odd to Leo. Sure, he doesn't manhandle his twin often, but they all hold onto each other pretty often.]
You're the first like, other Donnie I've met. Or any other different dimension turtle. Honestly, not the weirdest thing to happen. [He adjusts the lapels of his jacket idly. His body language loose, languid. He's curious as to what would make some other version of his twin so mother hen-y.] Sure, talking, walking, I can do that.
[He walks a little, ready to follow Donnie.]
Raph, Mikey, Donnie, and I grew up in the sewers with Splinter in New York. Met April when a while back. Like, dunno how you guys are all the same age. Raphie is the oldest, Donnie and I are twins, Mikey's the baby. Foot clan only became a problem kinda semi-recently. We're all different types of turtles. Pretty sure we were all picked out my Draxum for ultimate warrior potential or whateverrr his lame excuse probably is.
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[And 'Father'. Very occasionally. If it looks like he's dying.]
You were all 'picked out'? We were just baby pet turtles dropped in some mutagen by accident. We're probably not exactly the same age, but there's no way to tell.
[He wrinkles his nose in mild confusion.] ...It's kinda weird to me that Raph's oldest. You always acted the oldest in my world.
[Donatello walks with his hands in his pockets, but every step is silent. It's the sort of walk that doesn't draw any attention, that makes a person's eyes gloss over what they see even if they can't hear anything--a ninja walk.] Pretty cool that you're friends with April too, though. I guess some stuff's universal.
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Yeah, Draxum was trying to like make fighters based off dad's genes. Was trying for powerful mutant warriors. Splinter blew up Draxies plans pretty good. Took us with him. We're all cool with Drax now, mostly cause Mikey loves making peace. When Mikey does puppy dog eyes, you find it hard to say no.
Weiiirrdd. I'm happy just being middle child with my Donnie. Less pressure. The face man and tech bro got it on lock. Raph is Mr. leader, Mikey the artist. It works. April swinging in as our sis.
Cool and freaky honestly.
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...Donatello's Raphael can never know.]
...Your world is so, so weird.
[Did he say something about training never happening? Don probably misheard. Speaking of, they're coming up to the apartment that Donatello has temporarily rented. Without missing a beat or breaking his stride, Donatello swings off the main road, walking down an alley and just holding up a hand to grasp the edge of a fire escape. With seemingly no effort (at least on his part--the small shirt is putting in a LOT of effort to stay intact), he swings up on top of the fire escape rail, then leaps up a level to the fire escape across the alley, then again to the original, hopping up multiple floors in the time it'd take most people to figure out how to lower the fire ladder.]
I'm on the sixth floor. I've got it a little bit set up, but I wasn't expecting to have someone else, so sorry if it's cramped.
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He arches a brow as they take a turn into an alleyway.] Niiice, sneaky.
[Once Donnie is up and out of the way, Leo reaches up to grab onto the edge of the fire escape. He pulls himself up easily enough.
Leo is definitely physically capable, and practiced in climbing, but his movements don't speak of well-ingrained ninjutsu as much as being in shape and springy. He maybe is more prone to showing off than most people would be. He lands lightly on his feet.]
Eh, you're good. Long as you didn't set up a spooky lab with killer robots, we good.
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The window opens into the kitchen. There's a roughshod improvised security system that Donatello casually disables on his way in. The kitchen is minimalist and clean, and the living room has no furniture save for a futon and a desk that already has a few tools on it and some scrap metal.
The whole apartment smells of metal and incense. The room that probably was supposed to be a bedroom has a small desk and a pillow to kneel on, and the desk has skillfully hand-drawn pictures of faces framed and placed with a bottle of smoking incense beside them. It's a makeshift shrine; Donatello has never been particularly observant, especially compared to Splinter and Leo, but he realized quickly that it didn't feel like home if he couldn't smell incense from the family altar memorializing Master Yoshi. And if he was going to throw together his own altar to make it feel closer to home, he might as well memorialize other people he'd like to memorialize.
And he hadn't expected to have guests around to see it.]
You can take the futon for now. I'll get another one. There's not much, but plenty of room for training. Haven't gotten my hands on a bo or katana yet, though.
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The apartment is lived in, projects are being worked on, but it's more serene and minimalist than Leo is used to. The shrine makes him curious.]
Thanks, bro. I appreciate it. We gotta have each other's backs. Especially in this freaky monster town. [He does honestly, even with his general bravado. He trusts Donnie. All Donnies are his bros as far as he's concerned.
He frowns a little at mention of training.] Uh, training-? How much training we talking about?
I mean, I was using an odachi before this. Haven't used katana in a while.
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But he's not paying attention to that right now. He's frowning in thought, pouring water out into a clean cup almost on instinct to offer to Leo. The child needs to hydrate.]
Yeah. We've got each other's backs. [His face softens in a gentle smile. There's love in that smile, even if he only just met this version of his brother.] That much is always the same, no matter what world we're in.
[He cocks his head, frowning again.] It's kind of weird to hear you talk like that. My Leo lives for training. You were suddenly dropped into a world where people say monsters eat people--don't you think you should be keeping your skills sharp?
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There are a lot of things to ask, to ponder. Leo wants to know what angle to approach this from.
His attention shifts from the shrine back to Donatello. He smiles back, his expression easy and bright.
He isn't hesitant to be open. A sharp contrast to the controlled tension that Donatello might be used to.] You know I love you. Not technically twinsies here, but we're family. We be we!
[That ease drops a bit when the topic of training continues. Boring!]
Oh my god, other me is Raph. Is he as much of a fussy worrywart? Does he like do the whole lecture about training and needing to focus?
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Donnie starts when Leo says 'I love you.' Not that the sentiment is unexpected--he knows that his brothers love him, and he loves them too, loves them so much it hurts--but it's just not a thing they've ever said. But it's not a bad thing, right? Just unfamiliar.]
There's another thing you say that we don't.
[He says that with a fond if bemused smile. He thinks he could get used to that easier than calling Master Splinter 'Splints'.]
Oh yeah, you go on and on forever about focus and training and discipline and Bushido. I wouldn't say he's fussy, though. He'd probably insist I'm the fussy one. [Donatello shrugs, unashamed.] That's what happens when you're the de facto medic. If you all were better at taking care of yourselves, I wouldn't have to worry so much.
[He jerks his head towards the living room. He's specifically kept half of it completely bare. Bare and wide enough for katas.] I'll figure out getting you an odachi. Are there any other preferred weapons I should know about?
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[He scrunches his nose a little.] Okay, not exact then. Raph is... very, fussy, protective, kinda afraid of hurting feelings. He's extremely a softie. He freaks out is he's alone.
Mostly just odachi, honestly. [He eyes the empty space, realizing he's going to have to really train. Oops.] Like, do you train... every day?
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[And obviously they feel love. But it feels weird to say that, even if he's not saying it directly to them. Donatello huffs, shaking his head with a bemused smile as he describes Raph.]
Your Raph is the furthest thing from mine. Our Raphael has an awful temper. He and Leo butt heads all the time because Raph wants to be in charge, but everyone knows that Leo's got the more level head.
Definitely not sorry that I won't hear them fighting for a while.
[He looks at the empty space, then at Leo. Oh boy, this kid is in for it.] Multiple times a day, actually. Every day.
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May the Raph's never meet. Or my Raph will probably try to help him work through his anger or something. Probably with hugs or a game of football.
Uuh, to be fair to me, Always be fair to Neon Leon- [He briefly dips into the third person as he gets a bit nervous.] We usually just go patrolling anyway? Like, stop other mutants from stealing stuff? Training happens like every couple of days? Depends on Raph's mood and if we have a movie marathon scheduled.
[He settles back into something confident as he finds a perfect end cap.]
I mean, we beat Shred head, that's what counts!
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[He just blurts it out like it's a fact of life. Sky is blue, grass is green, Shredder's not dead.]
I have never seen a world where he stays dead if you just 'beat him'. My Leo decapitated him first time we 'beat him' and he just got back up again.
Guaranteed, he's not dead wherever you are.
[Is he going to explain that? Nah doesn't seem to need elaborating. Sometimes your brothers just chop off the heads of your mortal enemies.]
And I think it's sad that you think patrol counts as training. [He says that with a playful swat to the shoulder. Gentle roughhousing his his version of casual hugging.] You're going to need to up your game here. Monsters are eating people, and don't think they won't make you into turtle-turned-human soup.
spoilers for rise of tmnt season 2
[He laughs a little at the playful swat before settling on something serious again. Then he follows it up with a gentle time-out gesture with his hands. Mention of decapitation makes him frown briefly, but he doesn't derail on that.] You can get me about training in a second, I wanna compare notes here.
What exactly is your shredder like exactly? Ours was a demon possessed armor. We released him from it, with the power of our full clan behind us. Gram-Gram Karai, and every other Hamato helped us break the curse and put the guy to rest.
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