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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.
prompt 2
Aha!
[ She emerges, victoriously holding aloft a large disposable cup. ]
"Free refills" here I come!
[ A passing Bavanite expresses concerns. What are you doing? You're not going to use it are you? Stop - Their protests are cut short when they try to grab FF's arm and she wrests herself free. She glares at them defiantly, clutching the trash-cup to her chest. ]
Hey, this one's mine! Get your own!
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But when the woman in overalls approaches the treegirl with a grody-looking cup that definitely has bacon poking out the top and a plastic bag stubbornly glued to the outside, she... takes a moment to pause. Okay. This woman's ... stranger than most of the clientele here. ]
Um... I can get you a new one, if you want.
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FF rolls her eyes at the Bavanite's continuing dismay. ]
Ugh, fine, if it'll get you off my ass...
[ She pointedly turns away to address Nanami. ]
You have cups somewhere?
[ She considers asking the treegirl whether she started as a human or as a tree, but quickly decides that would probably be rude. Then she notices the flashing lights of the arcade games further inside. She continues to guard her trash-cup until such time as a new one is made manifest, but she's intrigued. ]
And what is this place?
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It's an arcade. There's games here you can play... do you want some coins?
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Games? What sort of games? How are the coins involved?
[ Is this more gambling? She doesn't have anything to bet... or are the coins part of gameplay? So many questions to ask! ]
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All kinds of games! The coins let you play. Here... we can get your soda at the fountain, and then we'll find something for you. ...Have you played before?
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...Do you have water?
[ Any liquid is still liquid in the end of course, but FF isn't a huge fan of fizzy liquid. All the bubbling makes her feel funny when she absorbs it.
But as for the rest - she's eager to explore the arcade with this friendly treegirl. ]
Are those video games? I've never played one, I don't think the prison had any.
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This person CLEARLY needs more fun in their life! A prison??
Nanami leads FF to the fountain and points out the spigots. ] The one on the far right is water...! We have all sorts of games, video games and card games and board games and bowling-- I can start you out on some of the classics!
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[ Walking past Jolyne didn't have a horse in this race initially, but she could hear the commotion and honestly how can she just leave something like that alone? It was the principal of the matter, people should be allowed to do what they want if it hurts no one else right?
Given the time of day some of those wolfish features were definitely prominent and enough to put some kind of fear as she moved in.
Although now that he was here to push herself in the middle of this there was the moment of stopping and just staring. ]
F.F...?!
[ There was no hesitation of scooping the poor soul up in a big ol' wolf hug now. ]
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Jolyne...?
[ This was so confusing.
At least the Bavanite had been scared off. Trash-cup was safe for now... although getting a little crushed. ]
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[ Did she pull away entirely? Not really, just enough to hold Foo's face to look her over, the wagging of that huge fluffy tail very obvious. ]
God, seeing you again... How long have you been here? Damn! Are you hungry?
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[ FF was still somewhat disoriented, but... well, the trash-cup was a bit mangled. And there hadn't been anything in it to spill yet, lucky! So that was one thing sorted.
But replacing the damaged cup still didn't explain anything. ]
Not long, I - there was a big boat, and it landed by this town... But, what are you doing here?
And why do you have a tail now?
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[ Oh the struggle to reach back and grab hold of the offending appendage. She even gave it an aggressive finger shake once she had caught it. ]
So like, I don't know if some of the more helpful locals gave you a pamphlet about various monster stuff... This place is pretty fucked up, I mean first they take our stands and then we turn into monsters? Like the fuck???
Anyway, I guess I should let you know that I'm a werewolf. I'm pretty normal during the day, just exhausted as all hell, and at night I have to go through the turn.
I'll spare you the body horror of what happens when I go full on wolf, but like...
[ She couldn't help but give Foo a very concerned look over. ]
You're your own person now... I knew that before, but shit this is big... You also need to be more careful here though. You can't heal yourself like before... and there are some pretty fucked up people here.
... But I'm so glad to see you again, it's been pretty tough being here without anyone from home--well, I mean, people I know personally. I have some family here, and... I just really missed you, y'know?
How about we get you that drink? And maybe fries and a fish sandwich--whatever you want okay?
hiii, avoiding p6 spoilers for now!
You know, I don't think simply having that cup will get you free refills somehow.
o7
The dumpster-diver puts another step of distance between herself and the pesky concerned citizen, and kicks in their direction in shooing motion. ]
You fuck off already!
[ She gives them one more stern frown before turning to address Abbacchio - he doesn't seem to want the cup himself, and does seem to have maybe-useful information about it. She regards him with wary interest. ]
Why wouldn't it?
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For one, I think you have to purchase the cup to be entitled to free refills — if the establishment offers them in the first place. You could make the argument you purchased it, but… [ his nose wrinkles at this point. ] If it looks like garbage, and if it smells like garbage, I don't expect an employee will be convinced that you didn't indeed pluck it out of the dumpster.
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...Oh. So you buy the cups is that place... I know they do the free refills because people were talking about it; but if they're so picky about the cups...
[ She frowns at the trash-cup in her hand, pondering. ]
It's a strange way of doing things. If the cups are what's being sold, and you can refill them with no charge, then why throw em out...
Well, I still have a cup. Beats no cup. I just have to find the water someplace else now.
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Well, maybe someone had their fill and didn't want it any more. But, you just want water? That's it?
[ He'd have expected someone would be trying to scam their way into free refills on soft drinks or bad coffee, not water of all things. She's obviously new here and while there are other things he imagines should be higher up on her list of priorities, water, at least, is an easy one to check off. Pointing over his shoulder, he beckons her to follow. ]
Okay, come on.