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

[luckless]

[Souda, Komaeda knows all about your garage full of prototypes that Do Not Work. But it's okay, he still believes in his classmate's ability!

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?]

[creamsouda]

C'mon! Just! Grab a laptop and leave a message!

[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!

[luckless]

[Komaeda can only imagine the sort of face Mukuro and the others will make when they suddenly receive a message from a person who was supposed to be gone for the foreseeable future—but he also can't really say no to Souda when he's filled with passionate hope for his craft.]

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?

[creamsouda]

[And Souda does— he knows exactly where the arm is, and his scrambling around is actually effective this time. He preps a case of tools to bring too, lest he be chided for being unprepared again, and returns to his friend with a wide smile.

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?

[luckless]

I'm ready—

[—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.]