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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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Yes, and you're a grown-ass man. Man-up, you're embarassing yourself.
[ Not looking very cool in front of the "child", Ryunosuke. Be better. Never mind the fact that it's perfectly understandable to be startled when you wake up amidst a large amount of corpses, but whatever. ]
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I-- Sorry??
[He's not sure why he's apologizing. And how is SHE not bothered by all of this? Granted, he supposes Iris wasn't particularly bothered by any of the grim displays in Madam Tusspell's macabre little museum either, but. Still! This isn't some kind of museum display, he's pretty sure! This is the real deal! Somehow! Probably!]
Sorry, but... Where did you come from, exactly? And who ARE you?
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Where I'm from is none of your business, but I assume that we both woke up here amongst this... pleasant crew.
[ She says, kicking aside one of the skeletal hands that's laid out in front of the door. ]
Carol Malus Dienheim. Now, what's the last thing you remember?
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He winces, ever so slightly, when she kicks away the hand.]
...Ryunosuke Naruhodo. And... I was on a ship, though it wasn't one that anything close to resembled this...
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I'm so sorry.]Hmph. Nothing else? No hints as to whoever is responsible? Damn...
[ It's never that easy, huh? Considering that Carol's last memories involve fading away from the mind of her other self, she didn't have anything either. In any case, she sighs. ]
Alright, get up. Unless you want to stay with... them.
[ She gestures at the abundance of skeletons. ]
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No, no, you're right, I'd... Really rather not.
[They are just skeletons, that much is clear, but. They still unsettle him. And his expression still reads as a bit queasy as he turns about in place, searching for a means of egress to the upper deck and spotting even more skeletons in the process.
Ryunosuke, takes a deep breath, trying to collect himself. Even if the girl seems less than fazed by the corpses strewn about, he still feels a sense of responsibility here, being the apparent adult in the situation. So he's got to toughen up for her sake. He strides towards the stairs, waving for her to follow.]
You... May want to stay behind me... These people have obviously been dead a long while, but we still shouldn't count out the possibility of danger ahead.
[While he walks and talks, he catches sight of a particular skeleton laying on the floor with a rusty old cutlass shoved through it's now non-existent guts. Grimacing, he reaches out with the intent of wrenching the blade free. He hates this sort of thing, but it won't do to go into a dangerous situation completely unarmed...]
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Does that mean that she's going to act her physical age? No, of course not. ]
Lead the way, then, tough guy.
[ And now he's trying to wrench out one of the old rusty cutlasses from one of the corpses. Well, she'll give him that, he's not completely hopeless. Carol herself did something similar, having stolen an old rusty knife off of a corpse herself. Still, she eyes him up and down as he tries to pull free the weapon with a grimace on his face...
Ryunosuke Naruhodo, clearly Japanese, both by his appearance and the way he dresses. She's trying to glean information about him from his appearance, but it's not going well for her. ]
...So, tell me about yourself, Ryunosuke Naruhodo.
[ It was getting hard to watch him grimacing at what he's doing right now, so fine, she'll start some small talk. ]
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Haah... About myself...? I'm afraid I'm not all that interesting, really... What do you want to know?
[ He wrenches the sword free, and pulls a face upon seeing what appear to be extremely old bloodstains at the end of the blade. He wishes he would get used to this sort of sight by now, given his line of work, but... ]