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Ryslig Helpers ([personal profile] ryslighelpers) wrote in [community profile] graveyardsmash2022-09-09 09:15 am
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TDM: SEPTEMBER/OCTOBER

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.


foo_toplankton: (04)

prompt 1 - [spoilers for latest episode]

[personal profile] foo_toplankton 2022-09-16 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ When FF opens her eyes she's surprised, for a number of reasons. She observes the skeleton in front of her with some curiosity, and looks around... this sure is a lotta old wood. The wood creaks as the room rocks steadily back and forth - is she on some old boat? Huh... Is this that "afterlife" place she’s heard about?

She gets up to explore, and follows the stinging sensation of cold sea air up to the deck. There, she notes that this big boat seems to be headed for shore. There's some sort of town there... she can't tell how big due to the fog.

...Hm.
]

Is there anything I should be doing? I don't know much about this place...

[ She's either noticed you or is talking to herself. ]
Edited 2022-09-16 06:23 (UTC)
201graves: <user name=naomistares site=tumblr.com> (🦴 & all of me)

all stone ocean spoilers (incl. manga) a-ok!

[personal profile] 201graves 2022-09-17 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
[There's someone sitting on a crate at the center of the deck, back pressed to the mast. There are three things immediately apparent about her. One: she is tiny and very thin, a far cry from the robust sort of individual expected on pirate ships, and dressed head to toe in black with a white necklace — a rosary? — around her neck. Two: she isn't vibing with the motion of the ocean, clearly a little green around the gills. Three: she's zero percent perturbed by the skeletons hanging around. Then again, she seems to be wearing a human ribcage, so that's not too surprising.]

[Her everpresent frown only darkens when FF speaks.]


"This place"? You know where this is?

[Nobody else seems to. There are a couple of other people wandering around updeck, people who will likely be far more helpful than Harrow, but. Harrow is what Foo gets, unfortunately.]
foo_toplankton: (04)

o7

[personal profile] foo_toplankton 2022-09-17 06:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ FF isn't perturbed by the woman's appearance, and she's currently the closest person - why not start by asking her? Besides, with the ribcage and overall vibe of the woman, FF thinks she might be a local. The response FF gets merely puzzles her, though. ]

This is that "afterlife" place, right? When people die, if they go somewhere, that's "the afterlife". Isn't that where we are?

[ Where else could they be?? She's not sure what... oh, maybe the residents have to make entry ominous. ...Or maybe this woman is simply another dead person, but one who hasn't realized they've died. But she looks so at home with all the skeletons... ]
201graves: <user name=naomistares site=tumblr.com> (🦴 the bus ride i)

[personal profile] 201graves 2022-09-24 07:24 am (UTC)(link)
[The afterlife.]

[If Harrow was a laughing sort of person, this is where she'd laugh. But she's really not, so she just stares. There's a quagmire of belief swirling in her brain, much of it having been stepped on in the last year of her life, much of that still stuck to God's boot — but there's one thing she's very sure of.]


No.

[Her tone is flat, dismissive. As she glances around at the deck, the bodies, and so on, she clicks her tongue in a dry mouth.]

The afterlife isn't so comfortable. You would know.

[And then her attention snaps back to FF, eyes narrowing, less in surprise and more in what looks like exhaustion.] You're dead?