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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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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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A demon possessing armor is a way to put it. He's an Utrom. They're these small, highly intelligent, mostly immortal aliens. He piloted a human suit for I don't even know how long. Obviously damaging the suit didn't hurt him, but even if you thought you got him, he could still regenerate. Eventually we just had to hand him over to other Utroms to take back to their home planet. [The corner of his mouth pulls, a shadow coming over his eyes for a moment. He has a flash of memory--a giant mech suit. Standing over the shredded viscera of Ch'rell... and all the corpses of his brothers.] Or you'd have to vaporize him with an energy drill so there's nothing left to regenerate.
[Donatello shakes his whole body out to dislodge the memory, blinking it away.] But none of that really matters right now, right? They're not here. You and I are. And we need to figure out how we're going to manage until we figure out going home.
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Donnie seeming to lose himself to the memory is enough for Leo to step closer, the younger teenager more readily making contact. His touch is light, steady. The usual amount of touch he offers his twin. Easy enough to shake off.]
I kind of figured we'd wing it. Plans aren't my thing. Not too much you can do here about leaving. I already scoped both the schools of thought for gods. Neither really have much of an answer beyond 'you're stuck here!'.
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[Eugh, of all things, envisioning being related to Karai might break him.
But Leo is touching him, which means he's probably worried. Stay focused, Donny. He needs you. Don't think about anything other than the task right in front of you.
Donatello smiles, patting him on the shoulder before moving away towards the living room. He's gotta do something, and right now he's surveying the space. Alright, he'll need to get another futon, of course, and definitely more food, and he should probably whip up something so they can track each other across distances...]
If I just took people's word for it when they said I couldn't do something, I wouldn't have gotten anywhere. What do you like to eat? And what do you usually like to live with, besides a bed? Do you at least do daily meditations? [He's a child. Donatello doesn't even consciously decide that he has to take a much more active role than usual taking care of this brother. It's just a given.]
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He hangs back, watching Donnie. He's not Donatello brilliant, he never will be, but he's observant.
The guy is jumping from idea to idea given the way his expression shifts. This Donnie is already making plans, building up something in his head. He makes Leo think of Splinter in a few ways.]
I mean, this place has people stuck here for years. It's definitely a system already in place. Not impossible to break, but people are settled. It's going to require some actual picking at the system for any actual weaknesses to reveal themselves. [He reveals his hand a little too much before shifting into something more casual. An air of teenager arrogance coming back to the surface.]
Pizza. Nearly everything but brussel sprouts. Mikey always makes 'em chewy. I can cook just fine if you want me to take a shot at it. Like, my comics, my skateboard, my tv, my action figures, but none of those are here. I can handle a bed until I find cool stuff to build up.
[He snorts at that.] Mediating-? Uh, never.
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[He doesn't miss a beat with the flash of insight from Leo. Of course Leo is insightful. He's Leo, even when he's acting like a doofus. Generally, Donatello feels that all his brothers are intelligent, even Mikey; some of them just choose not to let people know how smart they are until they absolutely have to.]
I can do no brussel sprouts. But you're not living off pizza. [Donatello crosses his arms and flashes Leo a fond smile, but his tone brooks no argument.] And you should try meditating. It's good for you. Like proper training.
[Is Donatello going to bully his new little brother into training and meditating? Maybe.
(What do children need? Food, shelter, healthcare, exercise, social interaction. Food and shelter is taken care of. Healthcare, he can stand to build his first aid kit back up but he can handle most stuff. Exercise will have to be in training, social interaction... should he send Leo to school, now that he's human? Something to consider.)]
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[He groans a little at that, throwing his head back dramatically.] I can fight like- just fine! We beat the Foot, Shredder, we fight Meat Sweats, Big Mama, and other mutants tons. I got it! Training stopped being fun like, a zillion billion years ago.
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[Donatello cocks his head, watching this fussy little brother of his. He thinks for a moment about what Master Splinter would do whenever any of them complained about training, or claimed to be good enough to not need it anymore.]
I'll tell you what. I'm going to set up a game. And if you beat me at the game, I'll drop the idea of training. But if I beat you, you'll train with me every day. Deal?
[Bonus: the game and how well they play it will show Donatello if he even has anything to teach his little brother. For all he knows, he's already a master ninja that's far outpaced Donatello's skill.]
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These games are always mega rigged so it proves a narrative point! I'm not proving your narrative point, Donatello! [He dramatically points at Donnie for emphasis.]
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[Oh yeah, he's going there.]
Bok bok, Leo.
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But- If I were to play your game, what is it exactly? Curious minds want to know, Donnie.
Just. You know.
Natural curiosity. Nothing more.
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Come help me set it up and I'll explain, shell head.
[Donatello ruffles Leo's hair affectionately, love radiating from the gesture before he ducks under his work desk. There are a lot of raw materials down there, including thin cut pieces of pipe. They're all roughly the same size and shape, much like bamboo. He tosses a handful in Leo's direction.]
Set these on their end in a grid. Each pipe should be exactly twelve inches apart. [Donatello tosses a ruler next.] This is going to be our arena, not flat ground.
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He catches the pipes easily enough, frowning down at them. He fumbles when the ruler is tossed.]
Okay, so, we're balancing on bamboo and walking around on the tops then?
[With some reluctance he eyes the floor, trying to figure out where to start. He ends up trying to eyeball it at first, out of pure stubbornness before using the ruler.]
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[Donatello hums as he takes a bunch of pipes himself plus a ruler, laying them out with swift and surgical precision. The poles can only be navigated by jumping, and the jumps had to be technically perfect so they neither knocked over the pole jumped from nor the one landed on.]
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He's not bad at this kind of thing, but seeing Donnie's surgical precision in setting things up makes Leo feel a little incompetent.]
So, we're leaping. Okay. I can do that.
[It takes Leo a little longer, but he steps back and feels pretty satisfied with what he's done.] Uh, lead the way?
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