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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.
fiachdubh: (016)

[personal profile] fiachdubh 2017-05-25 02:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Fucking useless.

[ There are a lot of things Ronan would like to do: wake the Barns, go skydiving, reinvent Cabeswater, have sex, drive a Ferrari around a circuit, free Matthew from their tether, throw dirt in Declan's eyes and kick his shins repeatedly. And right now, only these last two things seem to be possible, and Ronan is extremely tempted.

Instead, he kicks some dirty into Declan's campfire, just to see it flicker in protest, before he stands again, brushing leaves off of his dirty jeans. ]


You want to be a cryptic asshole, be my fucking guest, but I have no time for your shit. I'm going to find someone who's actually willing to help.
fiachdubh: (021)

crash

[personal profile] fiachdubh 2017-05-25 02:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Shit!

[ The second Ronan spots Opal stepping through a portal he's taking off at speed to her, falling to his knees in front of her when he's close enough, closing his fists around the pain that shoots up his knees as he does so - sand is harder than you think when it's packed tight. ]

Opal, [ He says with a fracture in his voice, looking her over. ] Why the hell did you go through, you little shit?

[ He wants to sound angry, but he's kinda relieved that she's here, at least, where he can keep her safe. Keep an eye on her. She's as precious to him as Matthew is, even through all the ways they're opposites. Two different sides of Ronan, reflected right back at him. ]

You okay?
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forest

[personal profile] fiachdubh 2017-05-25 02:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Wandering through the forest used to be Ronan's favorite thing - walking for hours through Cabeswater while no time at all passed outside, jumping from one season to the next, talking to trees.

But here, it's oppressive; like there's violence waiting in these woods, and Ronan straightens himself up, waits for it to come at him with his fists closed and his muscles tense.

He doesn't expect to stumble upon a bed. A massive, ridiculously opulent bed, the kind Ronan hates and would never accept in his own space. The kind that looks to be taken straight from a dream. Ronan stops.

Sitting by it, is Niall Lynch. Ronan's heart stops.

Not even Cabeswater had been this cruel, to show him images of his father. Ronan tilts his head up, lips parted open as he looks at the canopy, and grunts: ]


Fuck you. Fuck you!

[ The second is louder, but Ronan doesn't care. He wants the vision to disappear, closes his eyes to it. His father is dead. He went too far, crossed too many people, and Ronan had seen his body, lifeless, bloody, distorted and disjointed and disgusting. He can see it now, the image burning in his eyes. This has to be an hallucination. Maybe he's just too dehydrated, or suffering from heatstroke.

He falls to his knees, pushing his fists into his eyes to keep from crying as he lets out a muffled, anguished noise. ]
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iii

[personal profile] fiachdubh 2017-05-25 02:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ronan still has a very strong dislike for any kind of communicating device, even if it's his fucking raven, but he has to ask when he sees the message, commanding Chainsawd to give him the keyboard. ]

why do you have 8 fucking dogs
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[personal profile] locoparentis 2017-05-25 02:57 pm (UTC)(link)

With your stellar personality I'm sure you'll undoubtedly delight someone into trying to break your nose again.

[So far the only person with that honor has been Declan, and that was only after Ronan blackened his eye. Both eyes. It was a bad day.

In any case, Declan watches this display of temper with no qualms about where that particular idea is going. To hell, probably.]

Just sit the fuck down, dipshit, I have no fucking clue how I got here.

[The way Declan sees it, the only person who might have the appropriate chops to smooth their way into someone telling them what the fuck is going on is in this pairing is not the one who most accurately resembles a human crow bar.]

Where's Chainsaw?

[Surprise!!! Declan knows her name.]

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[personal profile] astralera 2017-05-25 03:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Black magic is no joke - it is dangerous, and those without a soul crystal are at risk of incinerating themselves from the inside out. So she is smart to hesitate, Magitek Rod still active and glowing in her hand.

Back home Era knows from experience that her magic weapons won't work for others, so attuned to her own aether. Here though, she is uncertain.

She worries her bottom lip, conflicted. Finally she shakes her head softly, placing the rod back on her lap. ]


It's dangerous.

[ Perhaps if she knew him better she might try crafting him a small one-handed rod. Her alchemy and carpentry skills should be good enough to make a beginner's weapon, even with such limited supplies. ]

I can make you a torch if you need fire.
fiachdubh: (Default)

[personal profile] fiachdubh 2017-05-25 04:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, fuck off. [ Ronan didn't really have it in him to fight right now, but Declan always knew exactly how to, and where to push. And both of their bite was just as bad as their bark.

Ronan briefly thought of a time where they weren't so at odds, all the time. Briefly wonders if they'd ever get back to that, or if they were fucked, forever. Not friends, not really enemies, just -

Family. You don't fucking choose your family.

And yet Ronan sits back down, kicks some dirt, just for effect. ]


Fuck if I know. Still back home, I assume. This one's a robot. [ He points to the one on his shoulder, who opens her beak and lets out a computer-sounding croak. ]

Don't you have one too?
hangingtree: ℍ𝕌ℕ𝔾𝔼ℝ 𝔾𝔸𝕄𝔼𝕊 ❚ alone (UPRISING NO. 009)

[personal profile] hangingtree 2017-05-25 04:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Katniss lets out an amused huff; she'd already felt like they were bonding over their fairly equally shitty homeworlds but his sarcasm now makes her like Murphy even more. ]

I think I'd rather be in the mines digging coal. [ Which... probably makes little sense, him not knowing that's what people did in District 12 to make a living. But whatever. ]

You're the first familiar face I've seen. [ Which is Katniss speak for "It's nice to see you." ] Have you come across anyone else from Eudio?
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[personal profile] ailindor 2017-05-25 04:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She's much the same, admittedly, but she's trying to keep her focus on him instead of her daemon. Manners and all! ]

He's about six now, give or take a few months. Should be done growing too, I hope; if he gets much bigger, it won't be quite as easy traveling with him. [ Not that she'd let that stop her, of course; he's one of her best friends.

Aida watches quietly, intrigued (and maybe also a touch nauseous thanks to the sudden movement causing motion sickness). ]
I'm sure the same could be said for many here. Are you a solider or adventurer as well? Is that how you two met?
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[personal profile] ailindor 2017-05-25 04:54 pm (UTC)(link)
I suppose so, yes, [ she says with a bit of a chuckle. She's always been fond of animals, even before finding Kimba, and each one she's encountered has had some sort of distinct personality or attitude. They're as diverse as people.

Her free hand rests on Kimba's back, between his shoulder blades, as she shakes her head. ]
Unfortunately no, I don't. I take that to mean you don't know, either?
lacquers: (haven't gone on our date yet)

[personal profile] lacquers 2017-05-25 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She's doing a better job than Magnus, no doubt. His curiosity has been getting the better of him since he got here, in part because it's better to be curious about where they are now than ruminate on where they've been. That said, his attention focuses more and more on Aida by the moment, as he's very clearly invested in their conversation.

He does inadvertently help with the motion sickness by pointing to a nearby branch, upon which his daemon very soon alights, causing the video to become steadier. ]


I imagine! [ Brows rising a bit, Magnus smiles at both Aida and Kimba, gesturing a little with his hands as he goes on speaking. ] From what I can tell so far, it shouldn't be difficult for him to fend for himself here. [ Strange and alien as this environment may be and as traumatic as the circumstances of their arrival, Magnus doesn't seem too thrown. Outwardly, anyhow. ]

You could say we met through work! I'm definitely not a soldier, but adventurer? I could wear that hat. [ He could wear a lot of hats. Very stylish. ] I'm Magnus, by the way. It's very nice to meet you!
lacquers: (excellent in bed i might add)

ii. apollo meets the giant butterfly

[personal profile] lacquers 2017-05-25 05:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Magnus is going to run into Rose in the least predictable of ways. That is, not at all. Not really.

Okay, back up. Let's say he's exploring a little. And letting his new friend, Anned the bird-sized monarch butterfly, do some advance scouting. And Anned (say that fast five times) the giant monarch butterfly might be just the thing to catch Apollo's eye. She's brightly-colored and fluttering around like some of the fairies... makes sense, right?

Either way, Rose will no doubt see Anned before she sees Magnus.

Or hear her first, as the case may be: ]
I'm not a dog toy! [ says a high-pitched and vaguely feminine voice. If an insect could talk and it weren't in a Disney movie, that's what Anned sounds like. As soon as she announces this, there's some shuffling of branches off to the side and, very shortly, Magnus will appear.

Looking immaculate as ever, of course. How does he do that? ]
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[personal profile] miss_brilliant 2017-05-25 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[despite the situation--or maybe because of it--Amanda laughs, covering her mouth with one hand quickly in case it turns hysteric. She's managed to keep a tight reign on her emotions so far, the academic taking over entirely as she processed the information the daemon had given her. Which was a bit of a problem, since she understood things far too well and was fighting to keep herself from thinking of people in the universe she'd left before going to Eudio]

Thanks, I think. [she chokes out finally, still smiling. And for her Eevee's part, it actually sniffs a curious nose at Kavinsky's hand. It recognizes his smell, and given that all it understand is there was a lot of shaking and noise and then it was somewhere without its nice bed and toys, it seems very contented to have something familiar and makes a happy squeak and actually almost smiles. It's always been the brighter of the two of them.] It's good to see you too. [and understatement, but she doesn't have the words to describe how glad she is to know he's all right, and how bizarre it still is that seeing him in one piece is a comfor

Amanda lets out a shuddery breath, nodding jerkily]
Yeah. I didn't...see any deaths either, but I was too focused on trying to figure out what was happening, for all the good that did, and then getting out when the chance presented itself.

[her throat tightens a bit, and she coughs it away] Yeah, just me and Heddy. [there's so much in those words, as she thinks of both Eudio and the people in a spaceship another galaxy away. Had they been able to use the Gate, had Nick been able to unlock the bridge, oh god Nick, no she can't think of him, not now, not when she has to try to keep herself in one piece] What about you?
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[personal profile] locoparentis 2017-05-25 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[He nods. Yes, he has one. No, Ronan cannot see it, not yet. Yes, it is a bird. No, it is not a raven. Declan doesn't say any of these things. He rubs his hand through his hair - his curls are springing up and out.]

It's somewhere around here.

[Somewhere around here being above their heads, he thinks, but he doesn't worry about it too much. Instead, time to focus on shit that can make a difference.]

How long have you been here?

[The next questions are: can you dream us a way home, except the Declan will never ask that. He can't expect that of his little brother, to fix the problem. That's his responsibility, even if Ronan hates him for it.]
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[personal profile] hasitsthorns 2017-05-25 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
why the fuck not

[ Seems like reasonable logic to her. ]
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[personal profile] hasitsthorns 2017-05-25 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Apollo - or Apollod, in this case, but she's not calling him that - is definitely distracted by the colorful, flitting insect. He dashes off because Rose can see what's gotten his attention this time. She actually hears it before anything, brows furrowing at the tiny shout. The blond breaks through the underbrush herself to see the scene unfolding. Apollod looks as apologetic as a dog can before panting out an, ]

Apologies. I could not help myself. [ He's a lot more eloquent than she'd ever actually pictured Apollo, honestly, but she's getting used to it. Speaking of eloquent, her eyes cast up now at the person coming into view and- ]

Magnus? [ she asks, despite herself. Is this her Magnus? After the Caleb that was not her Caleb, she's definitely wary of multiversal imposters. ]
lacquers: (know how to make a statement)

[personal profile] lacquers 2017-05-25 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There's the tiniest, teeniest little huff at Apollo's apology - sorry, buddy, Anned is a little... particular. ] As long as it doesn't happen again. [ Excuse her while she finds a branch upon which to perch.

And look vaguely superior. If a butterfly can do that, Anned can.

But never mind that for a moment! Magnus has appeared by now and as soon as he catches sight of Rose, his eyes light up. Literally. ]
Rose! [ He very quickly makes his way over to her, somehow avoiding all the leaf litter and whatnot in the way, talking as he walks. ] Well, this is certainly a pleasant surprise.

[ He assumes a lack of multiversal shenanigans since she did refer to him by name. It would be very ironic indeed if two pairs of Rose and Magnus had met each other in two different multi-universe collisions, after all. ]
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[personal profile] hasitsthorns 2017-05-25 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She does remember. A wistful smile comes to her lips at it, actually, as she watches the Dog that is not Dog but Dogd. She doesn't get it either. Apollo should be Apollod but she's not going to call him that and he doesn't seem to mind so far. ]

It is a little strange, [ she admits, nose crinkling as she looks at the computerized canine. ]

He's, uh. Helped me get around. Reunite with people. All in all, I can't actually complain since he is pretty useful. What about yours?
drehnifusbahi: (*smoulder*)

[personal profile] drehnifusbahi 2017-05-25 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[Which only serves to set him even more at ease. Enough to offer up a smile in response to Vex's laughter.]

It's me. And I think I might, just by virtue of the fact that mine flies.

[His grin gains a wicked edge at the wink and the invitation.]

My daemon; of course. [He drawls.] Where are you? I've missed your face too, as it happens.
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[personal profile] hasitsthorns 2017-05-25 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He doesn't seem to mind much, honestly. If only because approximately 2.49975935 seconds later there's something else that catches his eye and he's off to chase that. Still the same goofy dog even if he's apparently a supercomputer now. This might make things difficult down the road, but for now... She's actually glad to have her canine companion's personality unchanged. ]

Oh my gosh, dude, [ she lets out in a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. Thankfully, this is the Magnus she knows and the Magnus that knows her. Hopefully no other parallel multiverse shenanigans are at play here. Because if so it would this hug she's initiating super awkward, probably. ]

I'm so glad you're here! [ said as she pulls back to look up at him. ] I was worried that maybe your world- [ 'was gone.' ] I'unno.

It's just. Good to see you again. Weird circumstances aside.
lacquers: (can't remember the last time)

[personal profile] lacquers 2017-05-25 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ You're a good one, Apollo. Anned will watch this with her wide, buggy eyes. Not that this is immediately evident, because she might be larger than average, but she's not that huge.

Magnus chuckles, more from relief than anything else, and wraps his arms around Rose as she comes to hug him. When he draws back, he lays his hands on her arms, as if looking her over to be sure she's all right. ]
I am extremely glad to see you. And in one piece! You're not hurt, are you?

[ He's been healing anyone he comes across, so if she needed any help, he's definitely in the groove. So to speak. ]

I'm not sure what to think about our arrival here, but I suppose it would be best to try and attempt patience. [ He smiles wryly as he says this.

Old and wise and all that or not, it's hard to be "patient" right now. ]
Alexander isn't far. We're doing a little recon, as it were. Tell me, Rose, where did you arrive from?
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[personal profile] fratricidio 2017-05-25 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The inside of his chest goes cold. There's a split second between hearing and processing the last word that comes out of Ye Typical Bully's mouth, a dread that tenses everything inside and shifts his body language from quietly closed off to spilling open in a sloppy attempt to get every single guard up.

The stranger knows his name - his last name. Caleb hasn't told anyone, he hasn't made any ties to where he came from or who his parents are. Not Santiago Holt, not Petra Dodrescu, not any mention of the neighborhood or the other dogs in his personal pack.

Santiago sometimes mentions names of kids that Caleb grew up with, most of them older, that he doesn't remember meeting. They might not have stuck around long enough to register, Caleb might have simply been too young. Whatever the case, if he knows who and what Caleb is, that's a problem. ]


-- shut up. [ It's a hiss, followed by another failure: trying to discreetly search around for anyone who might have heard it. ] You can't call me that.

[personal profile] healingdork 2017-05-25 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[Yeah, about that. Once they part, he's absolutely inspecting Nico to make sure he's really okay.

Would Nico really expect him to do anything less?
] Just like old times, huh? [He says it with a bit of a grin that's meant to be reassuring.]
drehnifusbahi: (never drinking with sanguine again)

[personal profile] drehnifusbahi 2017-05-25 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[Funnily enough, a great many of his melted away as well. He'd been resigning himself to going into this without any of his people at his side, to worrying about her just as much as Erandur, Serana, Lydia, his children- but Rose, at least, is here and safe, and he can't hide his relief. Nor, frankly, does he want to.

He chuckles as the dogs swarm, unwinding one arm from around Rose to pat their heads, scratch them behind the ears - and inevitably get his hand licked half to death. Apollo is one of the ones doing the licking, even.

Van starts when he speaks, but then looks closer, and starts to realize what must have happened - though he still can't fathom how.]
Oh, ah... Hello to you too, Apollo.

[Then she says that, and there's a flicker of- reluctance? Grief? He hugs her close again, burying his face in her hair for a long moment.] I made it back to Tamriel. [He says at length.] The portal between it and Eudio closed behind me, and then...

[He remembers his own desperate, unprepared reading of the Dragon Scroll, trying to open another Time-Wound. Desperately trying to usher his family through, only to have them torn from his grasp once inside...]

My world was ending, and nothing I could do even seemed to slow the decay. So I opened a portal of my own, and tried to bring at least part of my family with me; I seem to be the only one who made it through, though.
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[personal profile] thehunger 2017-05-26 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ If there's anything that doesn't make sense, it's everything the boy just said. Putting aside the fact that john doesn't know what Chinese or Mexican are, he's fairly certain that all humanoid races, be they elves, dwarves, halflings, or humans, have genitalia that look roughly the same. Sure, a half orc will have a larger penis than a dwarf, but the general layout is the same.

But that's besides the point. What does his penis have anything to do with this? ]


I have never been to a plane called Eudio, but I have been to many, many others. In fact, it's been so long since I've been to the plane I started with that I hardly remember what it's called. If you're looking for solidarity based on point of origin, you'll have to look somewhere else.

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