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

[seacub]

Definitely not.

It's an album name, but since that was where the thought went, we can go with 'S'.

[observitude]

[He'll keep his lowkey disappointment about not being able to call this mysterious new friend 'Babel' to himself.]

Ahh, I'm afraid my music knowledge is sparse and eclectic. A lot of things I found on my own were from Vocaloids, anime, or rhythm mobage...

Regardless, a pleasure to meet you, S. Are you one of our new arrivals, or already a monster?

[seacub]

It definitely isn't one of those three.

I guess the latter? But not really. Nothing has really changed yet.

[observitude]

So it must still be a mystery to you. Well, when things do start to change, it can be better to go through it with company. Are you making many friends yet?

< SPEAKING.IN.TONGUES. >

[seacub]

More than I expected.

People are pretty familiar here- close. I guess because of the circumstances.

[observitude]

True. As different as we all are, there are at least two things we all have in common.
Hard to say whether that's a gift or a curse.

[seacub]

Both?

It's a small enough number that creating a problem could have pretty dire consequences, so the social circle is pretty precariously balanced I think.

[observitude]

If you say so. I admit I don't know much about social circles. I try to stay out of them.

[seacub]

It's the same for me- this is a lot more interaction than I would normally have.

Most activities here require it I suppose, though.

[observitude]

Speaking of which - I wanted to hear the story of you sleeping in a piano! Is that sort of thing normal for you, or was it a special circumstance?

[seacub]

[Aaaaaah...]

It was my bed actually.

[observitude]

...Well, there definitely has to be a story behind that.

[seacub]

Not reaĺly. It was just a nicer spot than everything else.

[observitude]

That can't have been comfortable, even if you're someone that prefers to be in small spaces.

[SO THE IMPLICATION THERE IS UHHHH... He feels bad for S.]

[seacub]

It's better than you think.

Grand pianos are pretty big.

[observitude]

And made of hard material in a shape that mattresses are not made to fit.

[seacub]

Lots of strings though.

[observitude]

That doesn't increase its comfort stat, S...

[seacub]

Don't be so sure- by adjusting the tension on the strings, you can get something pretty similar to a flat hammock, or a cot.

[Also ghost mattresses eternally smell like piss.]

[observitude]

Piano wire is used to murder people.

[seacub]

By strangulation.

Someone with enough strength could cut someone's throat, but that takes a lot of force that just isn't present in this case.

[observitude]

I feel like I always see it accompanied by blood from cutting in at least a little, but perhaps that wishful thinking.

[uhhhhh ok]

Regardless, it's a very firm material that can't be pleasant to put weight onto, especially for an extended period of time.

[seacub]

It's better than floor, if that helps.

Movies tend to exaggerate things I think.

Sometimes anyway.

[observitude]

Yes, it makes things rather exciting that way.

Sleeping on the floor is pretty common, for some, though I can't say I would be keen on it. It's rather unfortunate that your options are apparently the floor or the inside of a piano.

[seacub]

Sometimes a bed really is the worst option.