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

[soft_shelled]

Right. [Dealing with problems is a Raph thing, although Leo suggesting a plan is somewhat shocking. Somewhat. Especially one that could be called methodical, why Donnie would be proud of him if he wasn't still spooked by skeletons and the lingering thought of it just being the two of them here.

As he joins his brother at the railing, Donnie is going to peer out to see just what can be seen from the ship. He's pretty sure he can see what might be land ahead? Hopefully it's New York.]

Of course, of course. Too bad I don't have my tech, this would be infinitely easier.

[makesascene]

It would make this whole ship thing a lot less horrible for sure. [Leo is already dreading having to follow through on being methodical. He hates it already.]

Okay, we'll start here, and work our way down. Just go over everything incase this dumb boat has hidden spaces in it. [Normally he would be elated at secret hidden rooms, but Leo isn't feeling it right now. The lack of their brothers and their weapons leaves him feeling uncomfortable.]

[soft_shelled]

I could at least use my trackers... [Said under his breath, he misses his tech so bad he's not hiding it too well.]

Of course, top to bottom. It'd go faster if we split up but... [It's creepy and maybe Donnie just doesn't want to split up, but not like he's going to outright say it. So he's just going to let Leo say it instead.]

[makesascene]

[He narrows his eyes at mention of trackers before shaking his head a little.]

Yeah, while it'd be faster, it wouldn't be smarter. [He has found an excuse immediately.] We've watched horror movies, Don. You go alone, you get axed.

We're sticking together. Even if it takes longer.

[soft_shelled]

[Look, sometimes you install a tracking device in your brothers! No big.]

And this place screams horror film. [Or a bad pirate movie. Either way, he's good with the excuse.] Soooooo shall we get started then?

[makesascene]

Yes, let's start- [He looks around, absolutely not sure where to start. He's not the plan guy. He's the faceman. Why is he calling any kind of shots here. He points in a random direction] That way!

[So much for methodical.]

[soft_shelled]

[Look, Donnie would come up with a plan but right now he's kind of shook. Also this is way out of his comfort zone, like seriously. ANYWAY, a direction is picked and he'll start heading that way, totally expecting Leo to come with, and peering at any nooks and crannies he comes across along the way.]