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

[caviar]

[Those...those are some pretty big names, regardless of what the other Elder's might say. Caviar sits in a stunned silence for a few seconds before regaining his composure, wishing they could simply leave now so he could see this plan in action. THREE ancient heroes backing his cause? A lot could done with a team like that...

But Caviar can't bring himself to get excited. Pure Vanilla's heart may be beating with warmth and hope, but Caviar's sinks when he remembers his current status back on Earthbread is...questionable at best. He swallows hard just thinking about it, but he's also not going to let such an opportunity pass the Sea cookies by just like that.]

That's mighty kind of ya, Pure Vanilla Cookie. I ain't about to turn down the help from you and your lot, that's for sure. But...I'm gonna have to regrettably ask for another favor on top of that.

Let's say...for some goofy reason you make it back to Earthbread before me... Do ya think you could execute this plan without me? As much as I'd love to be there for 'em, the Sea cookies have been waitin' long enough to see that sorta change and I don't want you and your friends stallin' on my behalf.

[purevanillacookie]

[Those words make Pure Vanilla pause, his eyes opening slightly as he looks in Caviars direction. Like he's studying the other cookie, though he sees nothing but the darkness now. That was both a loaded request, and something else. Pure Vanilla can feel it, underneath Caviars words, like a current thats tugging on something. But perhaps he's thinking to deep on it. He has heard it said sometimes someone will disappear here before others.

Fidgeting with his fingernails a little - whatever are they for! - Pure Vanilla eventually nods.]

Of course, my friend. If fate strives to keep you here for whatever reason it may, I promise I will do my best in your stead to make sure your Cookies are seen to. On the very jam that runs through me, I promise they will suffer no longer.

[However, that means the reverse is true, as well. There's a chance Caviar Cookie might return without Pure Vanilla. He raises a hand to his lips thoughtfully, thinking of something.]

Forgive this suddenly odd request, but do you have a pen and paper I may borrow?

[caviar]

[It's almost surprising how much relief that gives Caviar, knowing someone will finish what he started if the worst truly did happen. Just when he's about to thank him, however, Pure Vanilla is making his own requests and it takes the captain by surprise.

He won't question it, of course, certainly not after he agreed to help him with something so monumental, but a part of him is incredibly curious what this could ever be for.]

Oh, uh, sure. Just, gimme a second here- [Cue the clumsy rummaging around for the requested pen and paper. It's only a matter of time before he's putting the items in his hands.] -that should do it.

[purevanillacookie]

[Taking the objects with a soft thank you, Pure Vanilla first takes a moment to figure the pen out. Oh! This is not what he expected. A quill and ink it is not! Feel free to laugh mentally as he runs the tip of the pen over his finger to feel the ink flow, leaving a little black line, smiling in almost child-like delight to the new object.

Then he carefully, without his inked finger, feels around to place the paper on a solid enough object. And using his fingers as guides, he begins to write. His handwriting is rather delicate and precise, despite his lack of vision. Just because he suddenly can't see doesn't mean he forgot how words work. It's a little slow, as he works to make sure he writes straight, and soon it becomes apparently what he's carefully requesting.

Hollyberry Cookies and Dark Cacao Cookies help in the matter, even should he not be there to oversee the requested aid. He also asks for them to contact Gingerbrave Cookie, putting his trust in the adventurous and friendly cookie to make headway where they might not be able to. Then he carefully signs his name, and folds the paper into a tidy little letter.]

There! Should you find your way home before I do, please, present this to someone you trust to get it to Hollyberry Cookie, Dark Cacao Cookie, or Gingerbrave Cookie. Even if I am not around, I know they will aid you to the best of their abilities in my stead.

[He knows Caviar is worried about something about himself, possibly not being present, but Pure Vanilla has an endless well of optimism that he will be. He holds the letter out to Caviar, smiling in the direction he last heard him at.]