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.
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.]
[He doesn't let her go without his hand for long--he gently takes a hold of her hand after she splays it on her stomach, pulling it away from her and balling up his own to nest it against her palm. Don't focus on that. Just focus on me.
Trying to make her feel better? Honestly, it wasn't even a consideration. She asked about life in the Country, and he obliged; he would have done the same if it had turned out to be a miserable place, too.]
I'm not.
[He nuzzles her again, but this time he cranes his neck to get to the side of her face. The use of his name makes the air feel sharp and uncomfortable, and he's starting to regret having told her about everything.]
It's okay, Red. What's the last you remember? Before coming here.
Edited 2015-03-08 17:31 (UTC)
and I came up with a better line ten minutes later, too /wedges it in here
[It's the Country, though. The Country is a place you go; you don't begin there. Red trusts him implicitly, but her suspension of disbelief has just about reached its breaking point.
She closes her hand around his, but hardly reacts at all to the nuzzle.].
It's not okay. How can-
[--you be okay with this? Or, how can you just say these things? She doesn't finish that sentence out loud.]
[She should know by now that he is exceptionally good at acting like everything is okay when it's clearly not. But the honest truth, is that he's not worried about the Red in the Country; she can take care of herself, and Lord knows the two of them have raked in enough favors by now that she could get anyone to do whatever she couldn't do herself.
This Red, the one sitting in front of him, the one with the scales and the fins, is the Red that needs him the most now.
She always did come first, in his (non-)eyes.]
Oh...
[He lets that hang for a few moments as he digests it. Realizes the implications that come with it, and that he doesn't have anything constructive to say.]
[There are plenty of things she could say.. I missed you so much, and I thought I lost you, and I wish you were home. But it's all kind of obvious and a little self-contradictory, so she rests her head on his shoulder and lets the silence take over instead.]
Carefully navigating her new accessories, he reaches over her lap and puts a hand under her thigh farthest from him. In a single smooth motion, he lifts her up onto his lap.]
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graveyardsmash2015-03-01 12:14 am
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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
Trying to make her feel better? Honestly, it wasn't even a consideration. She asked about life in the Country, and he obliged; he would have done the same if it had turned out to be a miserable place, too.]
I'm not.
[He nuzzles her again, but this time he cranes his neck to get to the side of her face. The use of his name makes the air feel sharp and uncomfortable, and he's starting to regret having told her about everything.]
It's okay, Red. What's the last you remember? Before coming here.
and I came up with a better line ten minutes later, too /wedges it in here
She closes her hand around his, but hardly reacts at all to the nuzzle.].
It's not okay. How can-
[--you be okay with this? Or, how can you just say these things? She doesn't finish that sentence out loud.]
Fairview. [Deep breath.] Royce's studio.
[He probably doesn't need to hear more.]
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This Red, the one sitting in front of him, the one with the scales and the fins, is the Red that needs him the most now.
She always did come first, in his (non-)eyes.]
Oh...
[He lets that hang for a few moments as he digests it. Realizes the implications that come with it, and that he doesn't have anything constructive to say.]
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[There are plenty of things she could say.. I missed you so much, and I thought I lost you, and I wish you were home. But it's all kind of obvious and a little self-contradictory, so she rests her head on his shoulder and lets the silence take over instead.]
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Carefully navigating her new accessories, he reaches over her lap and puts a hand under her thigh farthest from him. In a single smooth motion, he lifts her up onto his lap.]
It's alright. I'm here now.
[His tone is so convicted of this, too.]