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.
[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.]
[Though she returns the smile, it's a little strained. There's a hole in her memory, or else somehow they came here from different times... but then how was she with him, if she got here first?]
What's it like?
[Red leans against him, taking his hand in hers and examining the faint circuit lines.]
[He lets her play with his hand as she wishes, freely letting her manipulate it without resistance.]
Took you a while to get used to it. Think that applied to just about everyone, though. Once you showed up, everything...fell into place. No more blackness, no more nothing, just miles of fertile land to do whatever we want with it. Can't even vote on it, either; gotta do everything by hand.
Once we got into the swing of things, everyone managed to pool their efforts to put together one of the best weddings I've ever seen. Frankly, it was an honor to be the groom.
It would take a while... [Red honestly wouldn't have expected "the Country" to be so... literal. Would it be less of a shock now? Has her being here changed the future?]
[Her engagement ring doesn't fit on her hand anymore, but she still wears it on a chain. When he mentions the wedding, she makes a little choked noise, her free hand rising to close around it.]
[He leans in and nuzzles her hair, though the gesture is a little more awkward than he's used to with her fins there. Still, he'll be damned if he's not gonna do it.
Given her changes, he doesn't take offense to the fact that she doesn't wear her ring on her finger anymore. Seeing it on a chain around her neck means just as much if not more to him, that she's kept it so close despite everything she's gone through.]
[Don't poke your eye out on those fins, now- oh wait. Red smiles more genuinely, tipping her head to make it easier for him.
If he said as much about the ring, she'd tell him she had to keep it close. There was so little else to hold on to, and truthfully she'd begun to lose hope of ever seeing him again, either.]
That's just a means to an end. The end being a hearty breakfast, of course.
I work the fields, feed the animals, erect buildings, check on the neighbors to see what they need help with. Stuff like that.
[Really, no one should be surprised that he finally found satisfaction in physical labor. No wonder he couldn't figure out what he wanted to do in Cloudbank.]
[He didn't seem surprised that she can speak again. No matter what happens, then, she still sings. But it's hard to see that being a solid career when the city is gone. That thought actually appears to worry her; she fidgets with his hand, her smile fading.]
When you're not composing or performing, you're usually with me.
[She might be surprised to find that, even when society falls back onto the heels of rustic living, people still thirst for the arts. Even a fleeting song is worth something in bartering.]
Haven't been letting you do any real heavy lifting recently, because of the ba--
[He cuts himself off abruptly. Oh...shit.]
my apologies to whoever might be reading this, we're saps
[Red.exe has crashed and needs to reboot. Please wait...]
"The baby."
[Her grip on his hand tightens until the tips of her claws bite in.]
Right?
[It may be worth wondering how that even works if they're dead but there's no room in her head for that now. They had everything except the city. Her music, a role that finally fit him, the wedding they never got to have in life, a family--
What a time to take him away from all that, and if they get back it might not even happen the same way. The fog god is a dick, and Boxer seems fine but she feels the unfairness of it keenly.]
[For a second, the tight grip makes him thinks she's mad at him.]
Ow- ow- Red, your hands--
[He's used to her having nails but claws are a whole new tier that he's not exactly keen on getting used to at this given moment. It's not without it's value, though, because the pain serves as a fantastic distraction from the looming tidal wave of a realization that the Red sitting in front of him isn't pregnant.]
Y...yeah. [He gives a half-hearted chuckle.] Like I said...hearty breakfast...
[Not angry, no. Her wide eyes suggest that if anything she's afraid.]
Sorry. [She lets go.] If you're trying to make me feel better, just... Don't. Please don't.
[Automatically, she rests her hand on her stomach with webbed fingers spread. This is not a woman who'd have to be eight, nine months along after the time spent here. If anything she's thinner than she was when she arrived. Of course he wouldn't lie to her, but they're dead. She wouldn't blame him for telling a story... When she speaks up again after a long hesitation, her voice sounds almost pained.]
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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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What's it like?
[Red leans against him, taking his hand in hers and examining the faint circuit lines.]
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[He lets her play with his hand as she wishes, freely letting her manipulate it without resistance.]
Took you a while to get used to it. Think that applied to just about everyone, though. Once you showed up, everything...fell into place. No more blackness, no more nothing, just miles of fertile land to do whatever we want with it. Can't even vote on it, either; gotta do everything by hand.
Once we got into the swing of things, everyone managed to pool their efforts to put together one of the best weddings I've ever seen. Frankly, it was an honor to be the groom.
[Who said death had to be the end of anything?]
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[Her engagement ring doesn't fit on her hand anymore, but she still wears it on a chain. When he mentions the wedding, she makes a little choked noise, her free hand rising to close around it.]
Everyone, huh?
[It would have been beautiful.]
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[He leans in and nuzzles her hair, though the gesture is a little more awkward than he's used to with her fins there. Still, he'll be damned if he's not gonna do it.
Given her changes, he doesn't take offense to the fact that she doesn't wear her ring on her finger anymore. Seeing it on a chain around her neck means just as much if not more to him, that she's kept it so close despite everything she's gone through.]
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[Don't poke your eye out on those fins, now- oh wait. Red smiles more genuinely, tipping her head to make it easier for him.
If he said as much about the ring, she'd tell him she had to keep it close. There was so little else to hold on to, and truthfully she'd begun to lose hope of ever seeing him again, either.]
Sounds like it's been a while...
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Yeah. Couple months. Going on a year, soon. Almost everyone's settled into their own roles and routines. Even me.
[Which is saying a lot, considering how much he actively avoided the former.]
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Even you? Now that's impressive.
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[He chuckles.]
As much as I miss Cloudbank, there's something to be said about waking up every morning with a list of things to get done.
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[She giggles and squeezes his hand.]
Things like what? Getting eggs?
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I work the fields, feed the animals, erect buildings, check on the neighbors to see what they need help with. Stuff like that.
[Really, no one should be surprised that he finally found satisfaction in physical labor. No wonder he couldn't figure out what he wanted to do in Cloudbank.]
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Hmm... How about me?
[He didn't seem surprised that she can speak again. No matter what happens, then, she still sings. But it's hard to see that being a solid career when the city is gone. That thought actually appears to worry her; she fidgets with his hand, her smile fading.]
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[She might be surprised to find that, even when society falls back onto the heels of rustic living, people still thirst for the arts. Even a fleeting song is worth something in bartering.]
Haven't been letting you do any real heavy lifting recently, because of the ba--
[He cuts himself off abruptly. Oh...shit.]
my apologies to whoever might be reading this, we're saps
"The baby."
[Her grip on his hand tightens until the tips of her claws bite in.]
Right?
[It may be worth wondering how that even works if they're dead but there's no room in her head for that now. They had everything except the city. Her music, a role that finally fit him, the wedding they never got to have in life, a family--
What a time to take him away from all that, and if they get back it might not even happen the same way. The fog god is a dick, and Boxer seems fine but she feels the unfairness of it keenly.]
we're the grossest, there's no saving us
Ow- ow- Red, your hands--
[He's used to her having nails but claws are a whole new tier that he's not exactly keen on getting used to at this given moment. It's not without it's value, though, because the pain serves as a fantastic distraction from the looming tidal wave of a realization that the Red sitting in front of him isn't pregnant.]
Y...yeah. [He gives a half-hearted chuckle.] Like I said...hearty breakfast...
hey look I got to tag from breaks after all
Sorry. [She lets go.] If you're trying to make me feel better, just... Don't. Please don't.
[Automatically, she rests her hand on her stomach with webbed fingers spread. This is not a woman who'd have to be eight, nine months along after the time spent here. If anything she's thinner than she was when she arrived. Of course he wouldn't lie to her, but they're dead. She wouldn't blame him for telling a story... When she speaks up again after a long hesitation, her voice sounds almost pained.]
I- Auden, I don't remember any of this.
cherishes it
and I came up with a better line ten minutes later, too /wedges it in here
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