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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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Splinter hadn't trained them all that classically or dedicatedly, but experience in improvising means Leo can pull something together generally.]
Huh, looks like I will have to.
[He keeps the clumsiness in his movements, though he moves quickly to get to the next pole. He acts like he's going for another grab, before bouncing onto the next pole entirely to try and grab at Donnie himself.]
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Donny sees the feint coming, leaping off his pole and flipping over Leo to land on the pole behind him. He balances delicately on the ball of his foot, holding the coin in his fist.]
Is that supposed to be better, Leo? [And maybe Don is being a liiiitle cocky, staying on a pole so close to his brother.]
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Oh, I dunno, Donnie. You tell me!
[Leo drops the facade of clumsiness entirely, leaping up and over Donnie to try and land on his back.
He leans in and presses a big kiss against his brother's cheek, squeezing Donnie in a hold with one arm as he tries to grab the coin from the older teen's hands.]
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But that's the thing with training multiple times a day, every day for your whole life. You don't need to be thinking for your body to react. Donatello leaps forward instead, catching himself upside-down with his palm on one of the poles, holding the weight of two people in his attempt to throw off Leonardo.
And then, dangling upside down, he just slaps his coin-holding hand against his mouth--and he swallows.]
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I was gonna win you know! [The complaining continues even as he loses his grip on Donnie and falls over. His fall means he lands against a pole, a domino level effect of poles begins. Leo just blinks as he watches the chaos unfold around him.]
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[Donatello hangs out upside down, pipe digging into his palm as Leo falls on his ass and topples the poles around them. Then Donatello smiles sympathetically (and in amusement) before flipping to his feet on the floor.]
Nice trick, though. Pretty clever. But you still need some discipline and technical skills to back it up.
[And now you'll get them. With training. Every day.]
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Was that your plan the entire time? [Eventually he does haul himself up, springing to his feet with his well of energy.] Cause Raph would love you. He'd do the same thing and probably puke up the coin like ten minutes later.
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[Donatello kicks a pipe into his hand.] Now help me pick up this mess. Training starts tomorrow morning. I'll be nice and say it starts at seven.
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Being a ninja is such a struggle, oh my god.
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[Donatello finds that somehow, Leo making himself known fills up the home. It makes it comfortable, when previously it felt lonely with only projects and a homemade altar to keep him company.
He puts the pipes away, still smiling. There is some calm serenity in his expression, somehow already feeling at home with the idea of having a little brother that needs more care than he's ever had to give.] Did your Master--or Raph, I guess--ever teach you first aid? That's also something you should know.
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Both covered basics. Usually, Raph would just take over if we were hurt badly enough. [Leo fondly rolls his eyes at the thought.]