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.
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.
Huh. No invitations, terrible catering, pushy salesmen? Worst party I've ever seen. Didn't even get the chance to pick our outfits.
[He thinks he's already gone through the transformation that everyone's trying to warn him about.
He's very, very wrong.
Slowly--to give her ample time to refuse the gesture--he brings a hand up, going to investigate either her gills or the fins behind her ears, it's hard to tell which exactly.]
[She gently catches his hand, guiding it up and away from her gills. He's free to touch her ear-fin, though; their pointed rays aren't as sharp as the ones on her arms. The fin flutters a little under the contact.
Red is silent, letting him process this (no pun intended) on his own.]
[Internally, he curses himself for thinking that it's...kind of cute.
(But it's Red. It'd probably take nothing short of turning into a pile of goo to make him stop being enamored with her appearance.)
He strokes it with the side of his thumb, gently, for as long as it takes for it to sink in that it's not just an accessory. It's a part of her, just like everything else...]
Hey.
[His hand sinks down to her chin--pointedly avoiding her gills, he got the gist pretty quickly--and he steps to close the gap between them, whispering.]
Are you okay?
[A vague, open-ended question, and for good reason. There's a lot to talk about, and he's not sure where to start.]
[If he were anyone else, she would shrug it off and offer something vaguely positive. Not to him, though. He would know better.]
No.
[One thing he'll never find out if she can help it, though, is what she did a month ago.]
But I will be.
[Because now I'm not alone.
She can't take her eyes off his circuitry. It's easier than looking at his eye; the concept of the uncanny valley makes more sense now than it ever did. Mirroring his own action, she hesitantly touches his neck. If he lets her, she'll run her fingertips along one of the circuit lines until she hits his collar.
The way the light mimics a human heartbeat isn't lost on her.]
[He appreciates her honesty, as much as the truth stings.]
I'm sorry.
[As with everything, he apologizes for failing to protect her from things that were impossible to protect her from, and he knows it...even though he doesn't know to what extent. He doesn't know that she's been here for more than a month, and all the things that happened between then and now. Including what happened a month ago.
(Not that it would make a difference. From when he comes, it wouldn't have been the first time.)
The touch to his neck definitely gets a reaction, but at least it's not pain. It's subtle, to both her and to him; it feels, for the most part, like regular skin, only...different. Slightly firmer when his skin is pulled taut, as if it were somehow denser.]
Maybe it wanted to come along for the ride.
[It's all he can really offer for an explanation.]
If she looks closely, she'd be able to find that the circuitry stretches all the way to his fingertips, but they're much different than the ones on his face and neck. They practically disappear into his skin as the light fades on their pulse...and even at their brightest, they're still easy to miss.]
Been in and out of consciousness ever since I got here. No idea how much time has passed.
[If it's any consolation, it's not like staring into the abyss. There's still a presence in the darkest part of the lense. Him.]
[There he is. Oddly enough, catching sight of the life in that robotic eye does help. Red relaxes a little, even managing a faint smile.
It fades right away, as she considers telling him how much time has passed for her. Maybe... maybe she can lead into it.]
Follow me.
[She draws back, tugging on his arm. It's not terribly far to where she's been living, and it would be a more comfortable setting than out here with people staring at them.]
[Old habits die hard? She just wants to keep in contact with him right now. Until she's convinced he won't disappear if she lets go.]
[The house (which she often can't help thinking of as "home" now, and feeling guilty when she realizes she's doing it) looks like it's seen better days. It was abandoned under suspicious circumstances before she broke in and settled in a few months ago. At least now she has a key, and they don't need to climb in through the back window anymore.
Red settles onto the worn old couch, and motions for him to join her.]
[This is...not where he was expecting her to bring him.]
It's no Highrise, but...
[Her fancy apartment was just a place, anyway, the value he saw in it was that it belonged to Red. The same sentiment is extended to this place too, even though it's clearly seen better days. And, yes, he's starting to pick up on the gist of what she didn't want to tell him, but it's coming to him in vague pieces. Like how she made a beeline to this place like she knows it, and that it clearly looks "lived in" despite the abandoned aura it gives off.
He takes her invitation to join her on the couch, finishing his thought.]
[She could have gotten something better, if she'd taken the opportunity when the monster craze first hit Bavan. She almost did. But, well... this is nearer the water. Getting paid to be a living curiosity for Bavan's bored and wealthy wouldn't have really sit right with her, anyway.
Still, she winces a little when he compares the place to Highrise.]
Suddenly, everything that has happened between then and now--the Transistor in his head, waking up on the shore looking as if he'd wrestled a pack of stray dogs, and no memory of how he got from point A to point B--seems paltry compared to the fact that she's been here six months without him.
First of all, it seems impossible. Second...he couldn't imagine being without her for six months, especially with what he knows happens in this place.
He breaks the silence as he tries to work through it in his head, trying to piece together whether or not he had simply just...missed something.]
You had just woken up...I was making breakfast. Went out to get eggs, and when the coop door shut behind me...
[He trails off, and a few seconds later, there's a short, electrical thrum as the Transistor circuits flash. His hands cover the red orb in his forehead, hissing quietly in pain.]
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[Eggs? Coop? Now Red's the one wondering if she missed something. The last thing she remembers is putting him in the Cradle. She opens her mouth, about to ask what he means, when the Transistor appears to shock him.
Red inhales sharply and turns in her seat to face him, reaching towards the orb.]
[Red's a city girl through and through. She's probably never seen a chicken face to face (beak?). And that doesn't answer her question at all. She tips her head to the side, staring at him in a silent prompt for more information.]
[She doesn't look surprised at all, just... far away.
(When she'd held Virus's gun to her heart, she hoped the rumors were false and she'd wake up somewhere far away, under blue skies, where nothing was broken. If she woke up at all.
Instead, she got a fireworks show in Bavan that she couldn't remember traveling to.)]
[He doesn't follow it up with anything. It's impossible tell exactly what she's thinking, and he wonders if he's told her something that he shouldn't have.
But when she asks for more, he can't help but smile warmly.]
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[He thinks he's already gone through the transformation that everyone's trying to warn him about.
He's very, very wrong.
Slowly--to give her ample time to refuse the gesture--he brings a hand up, going to investigate either her gills or the fins behind her ears, it's hard to tell which exactly.]
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Red is silent, letting him process this (no pun intended) on his own.]
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(But it's Red. It'd probably take nothing short of turning into a pile of goo to make him stop being enamored with her appearance.)
He strokes it with the side of his thumb, gently, for as long as it takes for it to sink in that it's not just an accessory. It's a part of her, just like everything else...]
Hey.
[His hand sinks down to her chin--pointedly avoiding her gills, he got the gist pretty quickly--and he steps to close the gap between them, whispering.]
Are you okay?
[A vague, open-ended question, and for good reason. There's a lot to talk about, and he's not sure where to start.]
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No.
[One thing he'll never find out if she can help it, though, is what she did a month ago.]
But I will be.
[Because now I'm not alone.
She can't take her eyes off his circuitry. It's easier than looking at his eye; the concept of the uncanny valley makes more sense now than it ever did. Mirroring his own action, she hesitantly touches his neck. If he lets her, she'll run her fingertips along one of the circuit lines until she hits his collar.
The way the light mimics a human heartbeat isn't lost on her.]
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I'm sorry.
[As with everything, he apologizes for failing to protect her from things that were impossible to protect her from, and he knows it...even though he doesn't know to what extent. He doesn't know that she's been here for more than a month, and all the things that happened between then and now. Including what happened a month ago.
(Not that it would make a difference. From when he comes, it wouldn't have been the first time.)
The touch to his neck definitely gets a reaction, but at least it's not pain. It's subtle, to both her and to him; it feels, for the most part, like regular skin, only...different. Slightly firmer when his skin is pulled taut, as if it were somehow denser.]
Maybe it wanted to come along for the ride.
[It's all he can really offer for an explanation.]
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[she says to herself, only just audible.]
Huh. [It doesn't feel like the sword- it feels organic. Weird. She wonders how far down they go.
Sighing, Red makes herself look him in the eye. It's still him, she has to remind herself. He'll look stranger than this soon enough.]
Hope you weren't waiting for me too long.
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If she looks closely, she'd be able to find that the circuitry stretches all the way to his fingertips, but they're much different than the ones on his face and neck. They practically disappear into his skin as the light fades on their pulse...and even at their brightest, they're still easy to miss.]
Been in and out of consciousness ever since I got here. No idea how much time has passed.
[If it's any consolation, it's not like staring into the abyss. There's still a presence in the darkest part of the lense. Him.]
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It fades right away, as she considers telling him how much time has passed for her. Maybe... maybe she can lead into it.]
Follow me.
[She draws back, tugging on his arm. It's not terribly far to where she's been living, and it would be a more comfortable setting than out here with people staring at them.]
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Sure.
[Yeah, following. Been doing a lot of that recently, didn't he? In fact, the whole arm-tugging feels a little uncomfortably familiar, somehow.]
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[The house (which she often can't help thinking of as "home" now, and feeling guilty when she realizes she's doing it) looks like it's seen better days. It was abandoned under suspicious circumstances before she broke in and settled in a few months ago. At least now she has a key, and they don't need to climb in through the back window anymore.
Red settles onto the worn old couch, and motions for him to join her.]
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It's no Highrise, but...
[Her fancy apartment was just a place, anyway, the value he saw in it was that it belonged to Red. The same sentiment is extended to this place too, even though it's clearly seen better days. And, yes, he's starting to pick up on the gist of what she didn't want to tell him, but it's coming to him in vague pieces. Like how she made a beeline to this place like she knows it, and that it clearly looks "lived in" despite the abandoned aura it gives off.
He takes her invitation to join her on the couch, finishing his thought.]
...at least it's near the water.
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Still, she winces a little when he compares the place to Highrise.]
I guess you can see why.
[Hint: where do fish live?]
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Yeah.
[There's a pause as he inhales, then slowly lets it go.
Might as well bite.]
...How long?
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[She'll just let that sink in.]
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He sits in contemplative silence. Half a year.
Suddenly, everything that has happened between then and now--the Transistor in his head, waking up on the shore looking as if he'd wrestled a pack of stray dogs, and no memory of how he got from point A to point B--seems paltry compared to the fact that she's been here six months without him.
First of all, it seems impossible. Second...he couldn't imagine being without her for six months, especially with what he knows happens in this place.
He breaks the silence as he tries to work through it in his head, trying to piece together whether or not he had simply just...missed something.]
You had just woken up...I was making breakfast. Went out to get eggs, and when the coop door shut behind me...
[He trails off, and a few seconds later, there's a short, electrical thrum as the Transistor circuits flash. His hands cover the red orb in his forehead, hissing quietly in pain.]
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Red inhales sharply and turns in her seat to face him, reaching towards the orb.]
What's wrong?
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I'm fine, I'm fine. It's passing.
[He drops his hands with a sigh, and tilts his head toward the ceiling.]
Don't know why I thought it would help me remember. Damn thing's proven to be useless so far.
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What was that about a coop?
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What does she mean, what was that about a coop?]
Can't get much fresher than right out of the chicken.
[That answers her question...right?]
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It's...it's a coop, Red. Because we have to make our own food now...?
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[She tries to keep her tone light, but her brows are still knit in confusion.]
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[He resists the urge to tack "Where else?" at the end, because...well, this place, apparently, is where else.
They always said you couldn't go back from the Country. They never mentioned anything about going somewhere else.]
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[She doesn't look surprised at all, just... far away.
(When she'd held Virus's gun to her heart, she hoped the rumors were false and she'd wake up somewhere far away, under blue skies, where nothing was broken. If she woke up at all.
Instead, she got a fireworks show in Bavan that she couldn't remember traveling to.)]
Tell me more.
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But when she asks for more, he can't help but smile warmly.]
What do you want to know about?
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my apologies to whoever might be reading this, we're saps
we're the grossest, there's no saving us
hey look I got to tag from breaks after all
cherishes it
and I came up with a better line ten minutes later, too /wedges it in here
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