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RYSLIG - MODS ([personal profile] rysligmods) wrote in [community profile] graveyardsmash2015-01-18 12:24 am
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TEST DRIVE, JANUARY ROUND

TEST DRIVE MEME
Welcome to Ryslig's test drive meme! If you're considering apping here, this is where you can try your characters out in the game's setting. A few things to note:

  • Lots of people have asked good questions on the FAQ, so do take a look.
  • You can only app ONE character per round so choose wisely.
  • Reserve and application dates have been announced.
  • Test drive meme threads can be used for your roleplay sample!
  • NEW! Players with characters already in the game can earn up to a maximum of 3 coins by replying to potential character threads! You will need to have your normal 20 comment AC in the game. You cannot use this to go over the bonus 10 coins per month total, but you can use it if you are missing some threads to reach that coin total. Same rules as normal bonuses apply.

Sample scenarios:
SCENARIO ONE: So you've just arrived, fresh out of the hospital, and already the natives are trying to get on your good side. Offers of food, shelter and other luxuries in return for hoping you don't eat them. They even have some helpful pamphlets to share with you. "How To Deal With Changes", "Alternatives to Human Flesh", "What to Expect When You're Expecting (to turn into a monster)" are all great pamphlets. There's even some detailing certain monsters, and the changes they go through.

Among these however, are some... not so helpful ones. "Bunnyipyips And You", "Axe Thief Axehounds," and "So you're becoming a Fur Bearing Trout" among others.

SCENARIO TWO: You've become hopelessly lost in Lager Woods. Paths don't seem to lead where you remember them leading, and you feel as if you're going around in circles. Childlike giggling can be heard from no direction in particular. Suddenly, you stumble upon another character, who seems to be just as lost as you! Perhaps you can find a way out together.

SCENARIO THREE: You've heard about the fog, but you've never seen it before. Now, the mist surrounds you. Barely able to see before you, you need to get home - and fast. It's far too dangerous in this situation.

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? NOTE: Feel free to pick any monster type for this prompt, but note that you may not get the same one in game.
gimmesometassel: (Excited)

[personal profile] gimmesometassel 2015-01-26 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
Good boy. People should know their limits; he doesn't want to pass out in the street and get trampled, does he?

Servants and assistants maybe shouldn't need help, but the fact remained that even they did, sometimes--Genie to be freed of his enslavement to the lamp, Carpet to escape the Cave of Wonders and be restored from Jafar's cruel spells..... It might not be very dignified, but even so, the way of things wasn't immune to change. How could he explain his current state, if that isn't true? The way of things includes him as a flying rug, not a cat-bird-scorpion-thing.

Carpet takes a solid leap to land on the wall Theo chooses--or rather, on the rim of brick marking the division between stories where there's no windows to show it. He takes a moment to perch overhead, looking down at the man curiously and trying to peer down the high collar of his shirt. What's wrong with his back? Why should it hurt just touching something? There's no blood--yet, anyway--, he'd see and smell it if there was any..... He's gotten to be very familiar with that smell lately.

So he's not wounded, and that really isn't the sort of reaction that comes from being sick, either..... So he must be changing! Carpet's sure of it! His ears prick forward in eager curiosity, excited in spite of himself. What's it going to be? Lots of creatures that people change into here have things that make their backs hurt. Wings, or spines, or stones, or getting a tail, or having your lower body reshape itself, or..... all sorts of things! There's no telling what could happen!
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[personal profile] velvetson 2015-01-26 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
The way of things should also include Theo back in the Velvet Room, as far as he's concerned. At the very least, it should involve him being able to do what he needs to do. Not to be here, with a body betraying him in a world that's still not something he can call home, even after all this time.

He rubs at his temples in a vain attempt to push the feelings away, blinking as he goes: blinking that seems to be disturbing something. His eyes hurt, and there's no way he can focus. A moment's glance upwards - the cat's still there. It really doesn't have to watch him go through this, does it? Well... at least it's just a cat.

A hand comes away from his face - and the one thing he can make out is that there's blood on his fingertips.
The pain might have bothered him, might still be bothering him, but this? He stares, hopeless, helpless.

It's wrong.
Nothing should damage him this way, this much.

What - what's he supposed to do?
Edited (Sorry about late edit but rethought a couple of things given time scales involved in this setup.) 2015-01-26 17:08 (UTC)
gimmesometassel: (Chivalry Lives--In A Rug?)

[personal profile] gimmesometassel 2015-02-01 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, there's the blood smell. On his fingers, on his head..... Probably horns or antennae, then. That narrows it down a little! Not a lot, but a little. Carpet licks his lips, but he's not hungry enough to override his curiosity; unlike some newcomers, he's not especially bothered by eating when he needs to, whether that's animals or humans. Hunting can even be kind of fun, actually--if he runs fast enough, even just leaping is almost like flying!

It's easier to see the changes from up here, but Theo's probably going to be in a lot of pain soon, since it looks like it'll be a fairly quick transformation..... Relatively quick, at least, counted in minutes or hours rather than days. Changing is never a nice thing to be alone for--it hurts and it's scary, whether it's slow or fast, and even the most private of people usually want someone there for them. If people don't think--or realize he could, even--he's going to eat them, they usually still find him as comforting like this as they did when he was still a rug.....

So Carpet scamper-jumps down from his perch, padding over to rub against Theo's side. He won't climb into the man's lap--not without knowing whether he's going to get a whole new set of legs or a tail or a thorax or whatever--, but at least he's a soft and warm presence that's..... well, that's at least acting normal, relatively speaking.
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[personal profile] velvetson 2015-02-01 01:00 pm (UTC)(link)
There is absolutely nothing normal about this. He - he shouldn't - short of something on his family's power level, nothing should make him bleed... His best attempts at seeming his usual proud and collected self are falling away rapidly, his face a study in panic.

Get it together, Theodore! he tells himself. This is no time to... and then another drop of blood traces its way down his face from his hairline and he's reminded just how perfect a time to worry it is. He wipes it away in a hurry.

It takes him a little before he even notices that the cat's moved - he barely manages to focus on it once more. "Y-you shouldn't be seeing me like this... But - thank you," he whispers, before wincing again - something is moving, pulling at his skin. Not just whatever's happening at his head, but whatever'd been so sore at his back when he tried to rest. Never mind that the rest of his body feels tight, like a wrongly-wrapped bandage. Fingers numb, he reaches around to poke at his back - and something feels like it squashed.

...Hell. He's already sitting here bleeding, what difference is anything going to make? He achingly undoes his jacket and pushes it off, undoes his tie and shirt collar: ah, that's a slight relief at least, the pressure off. But at the same time, all it means is-
Room to move, for whatever's there.
gimmesometassel: (Attentive)

[personal profile] gimmesometassel 2015-02-08 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
Carpet tilts his head up at Theo, mildly skeptical; who says he shouldn't see the man like this? He can see whatever he wants, whenever he wants, as long as he can get there. And it isn't as though the changes will go away, after they finish! People will see him like however he'll end up plenty, and frankly, while you're hurting and scared and injured is the best time to have friends nearby. But either Theo has no friends or family--or at least, not in Vandere--to be here for him, or he's just too proud to go to them. That's okay.....

He'll help if he can, since the friends aren't there to do it right now. Genie and Aladdin and Jasmine would want that if they were in this position, too. Carpet pads over the discarded jacket and shirt to peer around at Theo's back; whatever's growing back there should give him a very good idea of what the man's becoming, once they emerge far enough for him to see.
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[personal profile] velvetson 2015-02-08 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Theo laughs weakly at the look on the cat's face, as much as he can. Fine, fine. Cats can't judge, at least. Cats can't sneer. Cats can't say anything about what's happening to him.

A shudder runs through his body; he loosens his shirt another couple of buttons, allowing a clearer vision of what's going on. Under his skin, something vivid blue pulses, fragile structures that shift colours and shapes.
Insect wings. Butterfly wings. Not quite strong enough yet to break the skin.
No, it's too tender to have anything touching his back right now: to hell with it. It's with painful fingers he manages to get rid of his shirt, the fabric only good now for mopping the pouring blood from his brow. The stretching there is actually less painful, now the skin's broken: almost a relief to have the pressure gone, as softly scaled antennae sweep their way slowly back.

How long is this going to go on for? He screws his unfocused eyes up, biting his lip, clutching his shirt like a lifeline. He can endure. He's got to.

(After all, he's slowly accepting, he's hardly the first to have suffered this way. If they can survive it...)