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Xistentia: Mod ([personal profile] spoofer) wrote2017-05-21 07:19 pm
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Test Drive Meme #1 (cw vehicular crash, moderate injury)

Test Drive Meme #1
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world.

You don't need an invite to test
but please remember we're currently invite-only

CRASH LANDING

Exit one dimension, enter the next. It was chaos: pressure against your ears, light bending in an impossible, unimaginable way. The very molecules of your body vibrating against one another. If you have windows, the view outside makes no sense. Even if not, your hands, your face, your feet seem like an uncertain thing. It's the feel of reality itself tearing apart, reshaping, reconnecting, thread by thread.

And suddenly, there's a beach— or ocean, whichever you land in. Smoke. Fire. Salt water churning up, fizzing around.

Maybe you crash, in a ship wrecking into sand. Maybe you merely stumble out of a portal, a ragged wormhole in space. Or maybe you fall off the back of an incredible steed, some creature that carried you into this place. Either way, there's pandemonium around you. Incredibly, severe injuries are far and few between— nobody's screaming about the dead. But you might have to help pull someone free of wreckage, or move quickly to salvage burning belongings from the landing craft. Maybe it's the crafts themselves, that you're trying to salvage.

Likely, you don't know them, these other strangers who arrived here[1]. Maybe you don't trust them— you just came out of a dying world, after all. But you all have one thing in common: you're here now.

When you get a second to breathe, maybe you'll see it. The brilliant green forest across the sand. Beyond that, the glint of a faraway city.
INTO THE WOODS

Your first night at Xistentia does not feature five-star accommodations, but as the sun begins to set, the forest offers everything you need to survive. By now, you may even have met your daemon, who'll help guide you through this. There is fallen wood to make fires for warmth and cooking, any number of rabbits, deer, and fish if that's what you're into eating. Those very same animals also provide guidance as to what vegetation is edible, including a variety of vine mushrooms, fruits, and flowers. If you're the kind of creature that mostly eats other sentient creatures, well. Technically, there are a lot of those hanging out too[2]! Now and then, you'll see tiny, winged humanoid creatures the height of a finger dart in and out of view.

A resourceful group, the multiversal refugees have determined ways to create shelters, using wreckage, supplies, and basic survival knowhow. There aren't enough blankets to go around, but the weather is mild and the fires seem to keep out any aggressive creatures.


Things get quiet. This could be a good time to meet the others under less fraught circumstances. Maybe you'll see some familiar faces and reunite with others who fled from your dying world; maybe you'll meet someone new.

Try not to seek out and fight any Rock Trolls. It's still early.
ENTER THE CITY


The city is beautiful, even with the vines covering everything, the streams running down half the streets, the massive white deer leaping off under the highway overpasses. The architecture of the skyscrapers is incredible to look at, modern and sweeping. It's clear that terraced gardens were part of the building design, and some of the greenery that lines the street had been part of the original city plan. This is a city of great potential.

And it knows you're here. As you walk by, beacons like streetlamps begin to emit a gentle glow, registering your presence. No doors are locked, though you might find yourself chasing out nests of silver-winged birds and bug-eyed rabbits.

Here, you can claim empty shops or the clothing and other sales items inside of them. Apartment complexes aren't difficult to find in a range of sizes; nor are standalone homes, brownstones, loft studios. Penthouses may not feel like penthouses when there's a thin layer of dust growing on everything and a flower growing out of the sink, but you know what? Maybe that little bud is gonna be your first roommate.

It's the strangest thing. After a few days, the lights begin to work and the water begins to run, fully operational within the unseen sewer system. At some point, the keys to your house or residence are going to turn up. Your daemon will help you find what you need. F.A.TE.S. welcomes you.
NETWORK

By now you've settled in. You have some time to explore the city, the woods, and your new kit.

Chances are pretty good that your daemon is not a phone or a computer or a wax-sealed piece of parchment or a Howler, nothing with a convenient camera or a keyboard; it probably isn't even a pocket sized. Likelier, it stares at you with eyes that contain the lenses-- or powers-- of a camera, and some part of its body projects a holographic keyboard into the air. For those of us who are not accustomed to manipulating intangible light prisms, it's about as intuitive to type on as shaping a cloud with your fingers.

But here's your network access. Accessible to all your fellow travelers in XISTENTIA.

Misfires, typos, and blurry video footage are likely. Time to feel like a Luddite!
CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE

hells yeah
Footnotes
  1. Some of these can be nameless, plot-device NPCs to facilitate interactions! But even in this case, please avoid gore in describing their current state of being. Anyone dead or catastrophically injured will have disappeared by the time your characters make it to Xistentia. There are no corpses or dying here.

  2. But like OOCly ask permission ofc.
pillz: (glance)

cw racism

[personal profile] pillz 2017-05-25 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
[a line runs through kavinsky's forehead, frowning disapproval.] That makes no fucking sense, man, [he says.] For one thing, your new friends gotta know if your penis looks human. And what the fuck are we gonna talk about if you can't start there. [he sniffs, shaking his cigarette a little. ash crumbles off the end.] Ain't just Chinese people and Mexicans get solidarity that way.

White guy power, man. [kavinsky gets more ridiculous when he's stressed, but no one has been kidnapped in almost two years, so at this rate, he'll be a decent person someday. in a few hundred years.]
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[personal profile] rekt 2017-05-25 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
What, you didn't dig the crash landing on an abandoned planet thing? After barely surviving an apocalypse? It's cozy, starting to feel like home already. [ he smirks, letting out a short, amused snort, because that is home for him, and the irony is the sort of 'i laugh to keep from crying' sort of brand. thus - ]

And that would be the sarcastic kind of fun.

[ meaning, not fun at all. anyway, nonsense aside, it's nice to see someone he'd known in eudio, and more over, she'd seemed like someone smart and capable. two things you need in a place like this. ]

Katniss, right. I'm Murphy.
pillz: (glower)

cw drugs

[personal profile] pillz 2017-05-25 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
[the dream thief's hackles go up. he cuts a look at jamie, a dark eyebrow quirking slightly on his forehead. he's not as dead-eyed as he used to be when he was manic on a permanent diet of cocaine, but it sure is something.] Like fuck I did, [he says. he rolls the cigarette between his fingers.] Hey. You got a light and you just being a bag of cocks about it? Or what?

[he is the worst. but not as bad as an apoclaypse. kavinsky steps toward the other young man, not exactly optimistic, but unwilling to let an opportunity pass him by.]
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[personal profile] pillz 2017-05-25 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
DON'T FUCKING WHAT, [says kavinsky. he's searched all the small pockets of his backpack, unnecessarily, their zippers still gaping open as he yanks the thing back onto his narrow shoulders. beside him, moonshined looks slightly querulous. more than slightly. whether or not she actually retains memories from eudio isn't clear, but she's learned to recognize kavinsky's crazy eyes and can feel a pair coming on as he turns, cigarette in hand, a scowl carving down his narrow eyes and too-full mouth.] DON'T F--

[--ucking.

the since hits kavinsky like a stone. he stares at the boy and his dog. the other boy and his dog, that is. he's pale to begin with, but he gets fractionally paler. after a moment, he says,]
Holt? [his voice is dry, but it doesn't crack.]
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pillz: (loiter (club evil))

[personal profile] pillz 2017-05-25 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
[there's a beat of quiet.]

brd?

[an incredulous quality to that on the dream thief's end. not that he hasn't heard strange things. stranger things, maybe. but neither at home nor at eudio had he heard that.]

bred4
liek whent hy try to make dogs smalelr? they made u got at all athat
includin fuckin?
no shit/
pillz: (another icon with tongue stuff in it)

network;

[personal profile] pillz 2017-05-25 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
spaceelf

[to kavinsky's credit, or excuse, or whatever, these holographic keyboards are virtually impossible to type with. his performance necessarily would have deteriorated.]

vualcano/

[but maybe it makes him recognizable, more than anything. familiar. this person who insists on fucking texting despite the unfamiliar nature of the technology to all of them.]

si it a dildo
didu ridea didldo here lol


[yep.]
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[personal profile] mordacita 2017-05-25 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ This boy's scent is powerful. Rafa, being used to werewolves, recognises it straight away despite the seawater. Also despite the blood, though it's possible that actually made things more clear. ]

Your pack. You are a werewolf?

[ Rafa takes a step closer, interest certainly piqued. He notices when Ari's eyes narrow, but doesn't make the link as to why. His own face has turned friendly, a smile curving his lips up. ]

So is my husband. He should be here...he was supposed to be here. We left together.

[ Glancing down, he points at Ari's injured foot. ]

You should rest that. Even for a wolf it must be painful.
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[personal profile] mordacita 2017-05-25 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ Oh, you cannot be serious. ]

No. [ His tone has chilled by several degrees. ] I did not. I expected to be at home, as per my agreement. Are you going to tell me you saw this coming?
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[personal profile] mordacita 2017-05-25 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ A slight frown. Not the face he expected to see. ]

Caleb? I thought you left before all of this happened.
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[personal profile] stabbitystab 2017-05-25 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
[janus rocks back on their heels, getting their head out of the way before anything concerning happens, like what if the boy would have accidentally knocked their skulls together. safely out of clunking range, they watch as matthew splutters and seems to recover, their eyes dark for a moment, then brightening again with satisfaction when he manages a full sentence. sure, it's only three words long, but it's a good sentence. as a general rule, janus is a hunter of few words.]

No. You're not even close. [they administer three sharp knocks of their had to the boy's back, between his broad shoulderblades. the better to assist the remaining dregs of seawater evacuating out of matthew's lungs. in the meantine, janus looks around over the top of the boy's blond head. it would not appear that anyone else is in dire distress. the vehicle fires, the salvage, all of that is going well-- and if janus were to be totally honest with themself, and they do try to be, it's not like they really have much in the way of relevant skills. magic, they can do. but none of the magic back home looked like

spaceships. not the ones that janus knew, anyway.]
Your vitals seem very stable. You're a resilient person, whoever you happen to be.

[they wait until matthew's eyes seem to be in focus, before presenting a hand to shake. sand scudded around their tattooed knuckles. they've learned many social skills since attending mythian academy, and here they are, bringing those incredible abilities to bear.]
pillz: (eyebrow)

forest; oh my god Muiread

[personal profile] pillz 2017-05-25 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
[the ground is softish and loamy and keeps sucking funny footprint shapes off the bottoms of his shoes, but he keeps walking anyway, flashlight in hand. long after he finished pissing against a tree. his dog daemon is silent behind him. kavinsky hadn't been able to sleep because the air is so fresh it's hurting his lungs, and murphy and aric on either side of him kept waking him as they changed watch or positions. none of them trust this world, but the two other men, at least, don't particularly distrust trees and grass and the absence of electric light more than anything else.

he had thought about dreaming himself a car, but there are too many fucking trees in the way, anyhow.

(what he's really afraid of, probably, is the dreams. what they might be, in the wake of eudio's towers crumbling, the floor of his home tilting beneath his feet, the groan of reinforced concretes like a wail of pain that covered the whole city.) (but that's neither here nor there.) (he'll deny it's here, is the fucking point.)]
What the fuck is your problem? [is his question for the stupid fucking dog, or at least the robot wearing the skin of his stupid fucking dog. she'd started to mumble at him.

he notices only then. the bed in the clearing. the chick tied to the bedpost, murk beyond that.

]


Yo, [he yells at the bait.] What the fuck?
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[personal profile] astralera 2017-05-25 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ Era inclines her head in greeting, tail swaying by her leg and fairy standing on her shoulder. Lily bows a greeting as well, her tiny hand resting on one of Era's horns. Though compared to a traditional fairy or pixie, Lily is quite large - about as tall as the length from Era's elbow to wrist.

Greetings... Greetings are something Era can do. She's practiced the basic courtesies throughout the years, enough so that it isn't too difficult despite her penchant for silence. ]


Thank you, Mistress Rose. It is nice to meet you as well.

[ Lily pats Era on the cheek before dissipating herself in a swirl of glittering aether. The Raen woman is left wondering if that was her way of saying 'farewell' or 'goodbye'. ]
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oh gosh, no problem at all!! c:

[personal profile] lacquers 2017-05-25 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ Apologies to Aida, Magnus is a little enamored of this new technology and his fluttery friend here. ]

Oh? [ Curiouser and curiouser, that's Magnus. ] How old is he now? [ Because, yes, that cat is the very definition of a big cat. Very big cat. Magnus collects strays of the domestic variety, so Alec's daemon was quite a step away from those little guys. And Aida's friend here seems to be even more impressive in terms of sheer size. ]

Adventurer might be a good word for it, yes. [ He's thinking, a sight which his daemon decides to catch from several angles as she(?) flies around his head. ] Isn't he a soldier?

[ A hum. ] Well, Alexander is really a lot of things.
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[personal profile] i_will_you_nothing 2017-05-25 04:37 am (UTC)(link)

[He pays very close attention to her actions. The grip that she has on her bow possibly because he startled the hell out of her. Something that he hadn't intended. It was probably easy to do around this place though, unfortunately.]

Most of them do, don't they?

[Animals that was. Most of them had attitudes of their own. Or thought they could get away with things.]

That's the only good thing about this. Do you know where we are or what's going on?

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[personal profile] skaikru 2017-05-25 07:57 am (UTC)(link)
( the correct answer is the best timing — showing up at exactly the right moment to low key judge him in his sorry attempt at humor. )

It wasn't exactly funny.

( remember last time, murphy? remember how many people died, were half-hung, or shot in the back? whatever the hell we want was a rallying cry that has been retired for the better. but now doesn't seem to be the time to dwell on the past, not when a hundred problems and defining moments stood between the dropship and this strange new world. on the screen, clarke's face is tight with confusion; pinched brows, thin lips. her head even cocks slightly to the side because — )

What are you talking about?

( maybe more specifically where. the ground outside of the tower of polis had been cracking, caving in on itself and threatening to take the buildings with it. still, a swarm of microchipped soldiers had taken to scaling the walls, and she'd sat in the commander's chair. murphy had been at her side, bellamy too, even as they all silently doubted destroying alie would save their people anymore. it stung a little that, of all the people gathered in that council room, fate (f.a.t.e.s., her daemon reminds her in that ominous, dozen-voice whisper it has) had decided to lump the two of them together here. )
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[personal profile] pygmalionist 2017-05-25 09:33 am (UTC)(link)
[Muiread swivels in the direction of Kavinsky's voice - as best she can while restrained - before she sits up higher on her knees and addresses her master. With the sack on her head, whatever she babbles is unintelligible.

Niall doesn't need the warning, anyway. He heard Kavinsky as clearly as she did. He leans over and peers out at the woods past the canopy's curtains. The light's dim, but enough for him to catch the boy's silhouette.]


What's that, lad?
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[personal profile] fiachdubh 2017-05-25 10:07 am (UTC)(link)
Hm. D'you think Cheng is here?

[ Fucking Henry Cheng, barging in. Ronan was still getting accustomed to his constant presence, like he was part of them. It still made him itch under his skin, sometimes.

He lets out a loud breath, free hand reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose, the bed creaking slightly under him when he moves. ]


I just want to know they're safe.
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[personal profile] fiachdubh 2017-05-25 10:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ Relevant skills. Let's review - Ronan can do a lot of farming-related things, so he's not completely useless at everything, but he's never done hunting. His family was into raising animals, not killing them.

The question sends Ronan into a tiny spiral of memories, trying to catalog what he can be useful for while being reminded of so many things his father should have been able to teach him, and never did. But then - he could dream. Why would he need to know how to do anything else when he could dream himself a house? Jaw clenching, he feels a muscle jump against the bone as he crouches by his fire, pushing dry leaves and moss under the tinder. ]


I can dream, [ He says finally, like it explains everything. It takes him a moment of silence to realize that it doesn't. He runs his tongue over his teeth, wondering how much of it he can keep his secret.

This guy is magic, too. It doesn't feel so much like a betrayal. ]


Like. I can pull shit out of my dreams.
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[personal profile] fiachdubh 2017-05-25 11:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ronan took a breath through his nose at the unsaid things stuck through Declan's words, anger flaring up his spine, making him tense up, like his muscles are seizing up, ice flooding through them.

Declan sure could lie like the best of them, and just that fact made Ronan angry. He didn't like being reminded that their father had not been perfect, the beacon of right that Ronan liked to pretend he'd been.

But then again, Declan's always seen their father with more clarity than Ronan. ]


You gonna tell me another story, Declan?

[ He sits, reluctantly, keeping his knees close to his chest, looking at Declan from over them. ]

How the fuck did you end up here anyway?
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[personal profile] fiachdubh 2017-05-25 11:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ He can't tell if she doesn't speak because she can't, or won't, but it doesn't bother him. Opal, after all, is a girl of very few words, and it's definitely one of Ronan's favorite things about her.

The tool she uses could have come straight from one of Ronan's dreams, and he commits it to memory, wondering if he could recreate it, put his own twist on it. He crouches close to it, licking his lips as he asks (since she obviously can understand him), a hand open. ]


Can I? I'll just look for a second.
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[personal profile] locoparentis 2017-05-25 11:44 am (UTC)(link)
[Declan looks very calm, like this doesn't bother him at all. In the grand scheme of measurements, Ronan's temper is nothing but a blip in the radar. When you're always getting screamed at by someone, the barometer doesn't change just because the location does. He watches, instead, his eyebrows slightly up, dispassionate.]

Do you want me to tell you another story? That's how you put Matthew to bed, but if it's what you want, I'll start with once upon a time.

[Asshole.]

Same way you did, I'd guess. Unless you walked through in a dream, in that case, no, not that way.

[He knows he's being annoying. He knows but he can't help it - doesn't want to, anyway - because if he just told Ronan it's not like it would fix this shit, and so. Here they are.]
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[personal profile] fiachdubh 2017-05-25 12:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Sending his daemon on some reconnaissance mission had felt dumb the second she'd been gone. He hadn't quite realized how much of a reassuring presence she'd been.

But he needed it. More than Chainsawd, he needed to know if his friends were here, and if they were, if they were alive and safe and okay. The lack of knowledge was tearing him up inside, like the Unmaker had felt, and Ronan was constantly brushing a hand under his nose, certain it was oozing black blood like it had back then.

Back then when Gansey had died. Back then when Ronan had cried.

Chainsawd is gone, and Ronan busies himself with exploring the city, trying his best not to get lost, even though he knows there is very little chance he won't. He keeps an eye to the sky as he moves from street to street, fingers grazing mossy vines growing up along the walls of abandoned buildings. it looks eerie, like a place he shouldn't be allowed to visit. Hallowed ground.

He loses focus and doesn't even track Chainsawd coming back until he hears a voice that he recognizes, turning around to see Blue, diminutive as ever, looking strangely like she belongs, in this mess of metal and greenery, her hair wispy around her head. ]


Sargent. [ There's a hint of relief in his voice, because sure, he might like to pretend he gives no fucks about her, he's actually grown so used to her, her presence, and her easy affection that he's just simply glad that she's okay. ] And so are you. [ He crosses his arms over his chest. ]

Seen anybody else?
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[personal profile] bytte 2017-05-25 12:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[From behind Louisa, a small, black cat emerges, tail swishing. It glances at Louise with momentary curiosity and Louisa glances back, before ignoring it completely. All things new are inconvenient, the daemon is no exception. While Teddy is gone, Louisa does some snooping of her own. Discreetly, of course.

She learns mostly what she already knew: her world is ending. The potential to save it lies here. There are a lot of if's and but's, but while Teddy is gone, Louise ducks off to test her magical abilities. She's worked too hard to lose them now.

(here are other things to consider too. What would she want to save? Her house? Dorotheos, with his debt still only partially paid? Her friends, from the Wishgranters Society? Morgan? Funny how a witch careful to remove all attachments has ended up with so many.

When she's mostly satisfied with her own power, though, she seeks Teddy back out. Weaving through crowd of unfamiliar faces, until she sees his. ]
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[personal profile] fiachdubh 2017-05-25 01:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Flint and tinder, seriously. [ His voice is flat, but he extends a hand for her to drop the rocks into. They have been reduced to being cavemen, apparently, slamming rocks together in hopes it will create a flame.

It's so fucking backward. He could just dream fucking anything, a torch that doesn't ever die, a portable campfire, whatever he wants. And here he is, rolling two rocks in his hand carefully. ]


I shouldn't take yours. I can find my own. Where d'you find them?
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[personal profile] helical 2017-05-25 01:31 pm (UTC)(link)
So you don't have common sense. Noted

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