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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 he's also easily lead from one subject to the other, and his attention is dragged away by the more interesting one.]
Oh dude. No. Somebody else has the one you were using.
[He puts his claws up immediately to prevent a response, adding;]
But I got you covered. I figured, hey, dude's come back before, might come back again, may as well keep workin' on the end product, right?
[as if it isn't just another project to keep him entertained... and farm approval.]
You're gonna be mad impressed with what I got. You're not even gonna want the original anymore.
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Komaeda blinks, baffled for a moment. All at once, his irritation turns to worry as he succumbs to the realization that his arm could, indeed, be anywhere. Not only that, but what if whomever was holding onto it disappeared too? He'd gotten so used to having it that to be without it for weeks again would be... well, really inconvenient. Did Mukuro have it? Or maybe Hinata...? Was it Atem, again?
He's so fixated within his own spiraling thoughts that he nearly misses what Souda says, but only nearly—and when those words register, a smile returns to his face.]
Is that so? A new, better arm? [He asks, suddenly intrigued.] Is it at your shop?
[Souda has been saved from an earful... for now.]
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[There's a set of clicks from the back of Souda's throat, and he whistles happily between his teeth.]
See, I've been thinkin' about hydraulics, right? Like, why work against water when you gotta be in it all the time, right? When you look at it that way, the answer's simple.
If you want an arm that works underwater, you gotta work with water!
[He is so pleased with himself.]
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Wow, Souda-kun... that's pretty amazing! Then again, I'm sure that isn't too difficult of a task for you to figure out. You're perfectly at home thinking up awesome designs for machines, aren't you?
[Still, he would be lying to say he wasn't at once excited to see what Souda had come up with, and honored to be able to wear such fantastic craftsmanship.
Komaeda takes a step closer, his frond-y tail swishing across the patterned carpet of the arcade with quiet excitement.]
I'm just surprised you weren't daunted water-testing it... that's the Ultimate Mechanic for you! I wonder if I'm really worthy of such groundbreaking technology...?
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Aheh. Yeah, about that.
I haven't really tested this thing. I mean, I-I can do shallow tests! But I can't get nowhere near as deep as you're gonna be going.
[It's actually kind of tough for him to go deep like that. It's not like the water hurts him, but the heat in his gut and the generating oxygen act similarly to a swim bladder— just, one that can't empty. Like a very useless fish.]
So, uh, now's a great time to get testin'! Y'know? I'm sure nothin' will go wrong!
[Suddenly, he's fired up again.]
It can't go that wrong. And if it does, I'm sure you've got a couple extra lives to burn still too, right?!
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[Komaeda raises a hand to his chin, and though that rhythmic clicking in his throat hasn't stopped whatsoever, the expression he makes is serious with thought.]
Realistically speaking, I think the worst that would happen is the pressure crushing it. I'm a little worried of what that could mean for my stump if I wear it... So maybe I can just swim without wearing it first, to make sure it can handle it.
[He looks up from nowhere in particular, meeting Souda's gaze once more.]
As much as I do have more lives than someone who's had a steady residence in Ryslig... I'd still prefer to avoid pain, if I can! [Said with too much nonchalance and a laugh, before he continues,] shall we head to the ocean? Or do you think Lake Dala is deep enough?
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Almost always. But close enough!
[He's practically vibrating with excitement.]
Man... let's go to the beach! Or to the—
No no no nononono, wait!
[He shakes his head suddenly, stopping himself. There is a DANGER alarm going off in his head.]
You've told everybody else you're here, right?!
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In fact, he believes in it so much that he's absolutely willing to swim for it, despite how cold it is in the midst of winter.]
Ah— [But Souda has a good point. He hasn't told anyone else he's here,] you're right... I should probably go to the apartments, huh...
But I was really looking forward to seeing you demonstrate that amazing talent again, Souda-kun... I guess we should probably postpone testing that new arm out...
[Is he.............. pouting?]
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[Souda's practically literally fuming, his tail swishing side to side.]
If I take you out there and anyone else hears I didn't tell them you were back, I'm gonna get shit for it!! Just— call everybody up while I'm grabbin' your arm!
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Fine... Go get the arm while I send out the messages.
[Despite his defeated tone, he does as he promised. The moment Souda has taken off to track down that arm from his shop, Komaeda opens up his laptop and sends out a series of messages to inboxes that may or may not be used still. With how long he had been gone, who knows who else might still be on the peninsula.
But when Souda returns, it's with perfect timing. Komaeda closes his laptop shut and tucks it under the prize counter.]
Alright... I think I've notified everyone. Shall we head out now?
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Well, his mouth is always wide. But still.]
Yoooo~! I'm ready if you are.
Hey!
[And then, very suddenly, Souda gets a particular look in his eye.]
You ever been flyin' before?
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[—is just about all Komaeda can get out, before the question leaving Souda's maw has his smile straining. The last time he went flying... wasn't it with that horrible, despair-filled man Lucius? He'd been caught in that guy's claws like a mouse in a hawk's talons, dangled and tossed around in the air like some plaything.
...But surely, Souda would be much safer to fly with... That doesn't mean he isn't without his own questions, though.]
Did you manage to overcome your motion sickness, Souda-kun?
[Komaeda chuckles, quiet and awkward, as he idly rubs his hand at his stump.]