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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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But in the next moment something abruptly condenses inside the puddle, and Nanami might catch a glimpse of a translucent orb with something arrow-shaped inside it - like a cartoon squid egg.
That's the moment that Rider's awareness suddenly re-emerges as well. He's only vaguely aware of an unfamiliar voice, unable to pick out the actual words, as instinct kicks in and his shape begins to pull back together. Lucky him, an inkling certainly already has plenty of experience in shifting forms.
A humanoid torso starts to re-form as the puddle pulls upwards, and he gasps out of reflex moreso than actually needing to anymore. For all that Rider has begrudgingly grown accustomed to being human in the past month, however, the form he automatically conjures now, is... much closer to his old one. The large, pointed ears and particular shape of his "ponytail" are dead giveaways, even while still dripping with slime. His color, too, darkens as his form emerges, becoming nearly black dotted with lime green spots.]
What? W-who's there?
[His vision is slowly clearing as his head becomes more defined - but there's a discoloration on the right side of his face and ear, the slime there swirling a multicolored teal.]
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[ It's not Hinata. It's someone new. And as he reforms from the goop, she actually gasps - she sure recognizes that look, the way he is! ]
You're-- you're a squid! A squid kid!
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It'd be a relief to see if his hand wasn't also partly see-through. Or black with green spots.]
Not... anymore?
[The weak squeak of a response is all he can manage. Even if the change hadn't exactly hurt, it sure had happened all at once, and the wooziness is just starting to hit him. He swoons for a moment, not quite passing out but collapsing back onto his elbow - whoops, not a discernible elbow anymore, as his shape wavers and collapses slightly with him. That's okay he'll just. Rest on the blob his arm turned into this is fine. His legs haven't reformed at all to begin with, his lower half remaining a puddle that's slowly condensing in towards him.]
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[ She holds out a hand to him - it's made entirely of leaves, or at least seems to be - there's sharp claws at the end of it, not that that'll matter much to somebody recently turned into goop. ]
Take my hand. I'll help you up-- it takes practice to form, at first, I think.
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[Accepting help. That's still hard, a lot of the time. But Rider's in no condition to even consider refusing, and he does his best to place a half-formed hand in hers, leaning his weight into it and letting her pull him upwards. It's... not actually that different from ink, honestly. It just seems that his body won't solidify no matter what, like this. Rider glances down at himself as Nanami helps him upwards, thinking he should focus on getting his legs back -
-and then the clothes that slid off him to the ground catch his eye. His expression immediately becomes strained, with a bit of a shudder.]
Oh hell. Don't tell me I shifted right out of my clothes-!
[Goggles is never finding out about this ever.]
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[ When he's fully upright (or as much as she thinks he's gonna be) she carefully lets go of his hand. Just long enough to scoop up his slimy clothes, and tuck them under her arm.
Then she goes to take his hand again, if she can, if it's still there. ]
How are you feeling?