Test Drive Meme #1 (cw vehicular crash, moderate injury)

[spoofer]

Test Drive Meme #1

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world.

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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.

Comments

John Constantine | DCtv | OTA

[live_in_the_now]

[Woods]

[If there's one thing that John Constantine did NOT like it was landing in unknown situations. Most of those situations involved angels and even some demons. But most of the time it involved angels that couldn't mind their own business. Hell, he's pretty sure that more than one of the angels have gone rogue.

He's just left the shuttle after the wicked crash and heads into the woods. Something felt very off to him here. Felt like when he'd gone and gotten himself possessed, on purpose. Actually, it felt even weirder than that.]

Oi! You over there, do you know where we are?

[Other than in the woods, that was.]

[Network]

[John doesn't particularly like whatever is going on and it shows. This is a man with a mission. One that wants everything to stop going to hell on him. Though that's not liable to happen. However, he's watching the hawk that is perched on the edge of the table. Watching it because it seems to be watching him.]

What the bloody hell do you think you're doing, mate? You don't belong here anymore than I do.

[Or maybe it wasn't a hawk at all, it was but John Constantine doesn't see that. No, the man thinks that the angels had a hand in all of this mess.]

I'm going to give him a piece of my mind. Not that it gets me anywhere but it's going to happen. One bloody way or another.

[He narrows his eyes a bit and watches the hawk a bit more.]

Bugger. You're recording this whole thing? Who are you sending it to?

[The hawk, unfortunately, doesn't see it fit to answer John. He'll let the master of the dark arts stew for a bit.]

[bloodychangeling]

I normally would have had something on me to offer you guys in return for information, but I didn't know I was-

[Toby cuts off in the middle of trying to talk to the things she's still assuming are pixies until they tell her otherwise when she hears rustling. Not soon enough, probably. Crap. At least she's got a human disguise on. She smiles uneasily, insinctively reaching for the thing on her shoulder that looks like a rosebush and a cat had a baby, even though it's not Spike or any of its relatives]

Besides the middle of nowhere Nope, sorry! The, uh, ocean's that way though [she points, then gestures at her still damp clothes indicating how she knows where the water is. Make him notice the fact she fell in the ocean, maybe he won't realize she was actually trying to hold a serious conversation with pixies]