TDM: SEPTEMBER/OCTOBER

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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.

Comments

[locumstudentesquire]

[Hold on... Carriages have what now?

Before he can voice that confusion aloud, the strange man is already off and on his way out into the middle of the street, his announced 'now!' still echoing in Ryunosuke's ears. And Ryu can scarcely believe it; there he goes, weaving between all the braked cars, bold as can be!

Ryunosuke glances a up the street, towards the cross-walk a short distance away. There are a few other people crossing there now, and he's wondering if that might actually be the designated spot to do this sort of thing? But if he doesn't make a move now, he's going to miss his chance, and remain stranded on the far side of the road... Probably for eternity.

He can't overthink this. Letting impulse carry him, he takes the plunge off the curb and steps out into the street, mirroring Holmes's path as best he can and scuttling quickly to catch up. His demeanor remains harried and nervous as he goes, and he keeps his arms partway up, his widened eyes fixed anxiously on each car as he passes by. It's as if he's navigating through a group of animals that he expects might lunge out at him at any moment.]

[detectivision]

[Sure.

He could cross at the crosswalk.

But he's just come from an open-world game a Mediterranean island where the best way to get from point A to point B is as directly as you can, and the carriages are stopped anyway.

When he's nearly across, one of them honks at Sherlock, making him startle -- and stumble a smidge on his way back onto the sidewalk.

"Use the crosswalk!" the man in the car barks through his window, shaking his fist. Sherlock seems taken aback, and he bristles, doing that thing again where he folds his arms, then gestures with one hand.]

Surely it makes no difference to you!

["Asshole!" the man shouts out his window, as the light turns green, and all of the cars pick up and move on.

Sherlock stares, taken aback, then shakes it off as best he can. He looks out over the road, searching for the other man.

Has his jumpy companion made it, as well...?]

I'm definitely gonna type "herlock sholmes" by accident at some point and I apologize in advance LOL

[locumstudentesquire]

[Barely. Just barely.

Despite his jittery haste, the light turns green while he's still picking his way through the cars; it's his own fault, probably, for getting distracted by the shouting match that Holmes engages in with the angry driver. But it's hard to just ignore it, you know? Those angry voices... Such rude language, too?

The driver of the car he's stopped in front of leans on the horn the second the light turns, and the noise causes Ryunosuke to practically jump out of his skin in alarm.]

S-sorry-- Sorry!

[Some of the other cars behind that one start honking as well, as Ryunosuke scrambles onto the sidewalk like his very life depends on it. He stands there, panting, his heart pounding frantically against his ribs. The cars take off as soon as he's clear, and he stares after them with eyes boggling incredulously for a moment, before he turns his attention back to Holmes.]

I think... I think we were perhaps supposed to do our crossing down there, at the corner...

[He points a weary finger in the direction of the crosswalk, rather unnecessarily.]