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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
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
- 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.
- But like OOCly ask permission ofc.
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There should be more than one familiar face. Hunter is here, and Vex. And Kavinsky. Now you. It would not surprise me if there were others.
[ But if Vanyel is among them, Rafa hasn't seen him. He sighs. ]
I thought myself well used to technology. This poor creature makes me long for my laptop. My phone was ruined in the fall. [ He's still salty about that. So is the phone; it's full of seawater. ]
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Dang, we got ourselves a party going.
[ Since he doesn't mention anyone else, she doesn't ask. All she can do is hope for the best. ]
I miss my phone, actually. I mean... dog dialing is cool and all, but not the most convenient. We'll get used to it though!
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[ Rafa is old enough to have reinvented his approach to technology many times over, and Rosie's from a different kind of world entirely. They'll be fine.
With any luck. He hopes Vanyel arrives for her. ]
You say even Vex, as though you are not family. Do you think I do not know better?
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Are you sure we're both from Eudio? Vex and me? Family? Pft.
[ As if they don't bicker like siblings... ]
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Take heart: he cannot threaten to fire you here.
[ You know, because no one has jobs anymore. Or the two businesses they'd just built up successfully in Eudio, which Rafa is of course not bitter about at all. ]
He will be glad to see you, I am sure. Where are you staying?
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[ Rosie is saddened by the loss of her budding DJ career, but she will endure. At least her guitar made it. ]
Uhm. Nowhere yet. I was just kind of wandering around, y'know, looking for familiar faces.
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That creature, whatever it is, the one you are speaking through. It will have a place for you. An apartment. Ask it to lead you there. I am surprised it has not bullied you into that already.
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[ There's a city, this wa- Fairy! Borfborfborf. That's about been her experience. Honestly though, she finds it pretty endearing as well as relieving. She was about to be extremely upset to have lost her first dog in Eudio. ]
But I'll ask him. I don't think an apartment is gonna work though with eight dogs.
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[ Is a phrase which could have been heard out of Rafa's mouth at many points during the last five hundred years. He'd thought he was through with cursing them, but it seems their little relatives have found a new way of annoying him. And his friends. ]
I cannot believe you brought all eight dogs with you, Rosie. But the place can accommodate, I am sure. It seems to be quite good at that. Whatever magic is at work here, it is powerful. Perhaps even more so than Eudio.
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I wasn't going to leave them, dude. Eudio was... [ 'falling apart,' she remembers. It's probably a bit too much to hope that everyone made it out. Doesn't stop her though. ] ... not an option, so. Y'know.
I wasn't supposed to end up here anyway. I was supposed be in Tamriel with Vanyel, but apparently the portal had other plans. [ Why can't world hops go smoothly, for once? ]
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I see that. And Vanyel, is he here with you too?
[ The portal's other plans have not always been simple. Vanyel wouldn't be the first one to go missing, though he hopes not, for Rosie's sake. ]
I am led to believe getting where we want is still an option. But we must save it first.
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No, [ she answers. Her smile wanes, gains a tinge of melancholy to it. ] I hope he made it home, if not here.
[ Thought it's clear she'd rather have him here. Even if it's selfish of her. ]
Let's hope that's right. I don't mind doing what I need to if it means saving his world. [ Saving him. ]