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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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the begging, hm, he's not really sure about. he never had kinky begging happen to him, and while maybe kavinsky managed to get him doing it once or twice, it wasn't something that really registered with him. maybe it'd get him going, who knows. right now, he's going to focus on the really good booze. ]
Anything beats moonshine, period. [ rummaging around on another shelf, murphy grabs himself a glass, and pours out some of this new candy tasting stuff that hits like a train (wonderfully, hits like a train), pouring himself a glass before holding out the rest of the bottle to Vex. ]
That's the thing with moonshine - you make it when you've got fuck all else to get wasted with. [ shuffling over, he finds a counter to hop his butt up on top of, settling down to get his drink on for now. he's earned it, okay? ]
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Mmhm. It was fun during prohibition, though. People got very creative with it. I think. That entire era of my life is one long alcoholic blur. I have a feeling this one is gonna be too, if I'm not too busy trying to slay the invasion of the trolls or whatnot. So what're your plans then?
[ The last question was almost idle, he wasn't honestly sure if he cared or not but if their goals lined up then it was better to do them in groups. ]
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murphy can feel the warm, bubbliness of a buzz starting to trickle through him, and as vex goes on about prohibition, he sighs and shifts, kicking his feet up on the counter and lounging back, stretching out his spine and starting to feel all nice and jelloy. ]
How long ago was that? Like 500 years? God, you're so old. [ one long alcoholic blur, he doesn't miss that, and wonders what makes a person as lively as vex miserable enough to drown his sorrows. murphy's not really planning on spending the time here wasted (he already did that for like 3 months straight and it really dehydrates you, okay?). then again, he hadn't really had anything planned at all, thinking on it, as he stares at the ceiling. ] I dunno. Survive.
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Let's be real, 'weird' doesn't even cover half of it.]Oi! [ He squawked in a very undignified manner, broken from his moment of admiring the way that skinny fellow moved about. ] Less than a hundred, thank you very much! And I'm not even middle aged for a fae! [ Yes he was, and the silver in his goatee was a dead giveaway, but he wasn't about to point that out. ]
Yeah, but are ya the type to survive by ducking your head down or what? I mean, that used to be my method but I'm thinking this one might get more physical.
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Depends on what the situation is. You don't always have much of a choice. [ sometimes you hide, sometimes you get the fuck out of dodge, sometimes all you can do is fight, and then you fight like hell. he's done all of the above. ]
Like the word implies, whatever you need to do to live.
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In Eudio it was simple: Shag and you get a reward. Here? [ He shrugged. ] Depends on how much you wanna believe these things. [ His foot angled in the direction of a black cat, his daemon, which was pointedly ignoring them both in favor of grooming itself. ]
I miss the shagging already.
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[ that's generally murphy's motto. most first impressions are lies, and most people that contact you want something out of you, so it all starts in persuasion, and persuasion is never 100% true. ]
We'll have to figure out the rest for ourselves. [ murphy doesn't sound like he's that worried at the prospect. his life before was all figuring out where the hell he fit and how the hell to make the most of it. ] And if we really are computer programs here? We've got a hell of a lot more to worry about.
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Cor, tell me about it. Computers never work right and I don't want everything to start glitching. What if it turns all of my clothing pink? [ He did a mock-shudder, despite the fact that he didn't give a shit about fashion right now. ] So. You and Vinny... [ Because that was a fun topic. ] Top or bottom?
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What, don't think the color would look good on you? Could always go roll around in the mud, make it brown and black instead. [ murphy shrugs, indifferent to the thought. fashion wasn't really a thing on the ark, even if people tried to do their best with the hand me down rags they had. what's more interesting is the topic of kavinsky brought up, and it takes him a second to realize 'vinny' is apparently this guy's name for him. hm. ]
Me and Vinny. [ an affirmation that doesn't really tell much, and he nods, before looking to vex, sidelong, contemplating. ] What's it to you?
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He's my boy, remember? It's my job as "daddy" to know what he's up to. [ No it wasn't, but he didn't say it seriously either- there was a definite twinkle to his eye and a crooked slope to his grin. ] I remember when I first met him all I wanted to do was take it, I love that aggressive streak of his. Hey, that might actually come in handy here, yeah? Couldn't really use it properly in Eudio, no beasties to fend off.
[ From sex to city defense, Vex blended them seamlessly. ]
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So? I don't get anything out've making your job easy for you. [ murphy shrugs. still the what's it to you concept. there's a short instance, thinking about k fucking other people, that something like insecurity rears up, but murphy's known about that since the beginning. done the same. sort of, at least. moving on from it, to let out a derisive snort, showing about how much he thinks of kavinsky's combat prowess. ]
K's more likely to get his candy ass kicked by a pile of damp moss than do any real surviving or defending. I had to practically carry his princess self here from the beach, he was bitching so much.
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Ya think so? Sometimes the scrappy princesses do a lot of damage with the right weapon in their hands. In his case, a shiny metal gun. Have you seen him wavin' that thing about? [ He shivered for emphasis, was that fear or arousal? Hard to tell with Vex. ]
Maybe he was hamming it up so you'd play bodyguard. [ Not that Vex was actually defending Kavinsky's honor or anything, he was just having fun with this line of thinking. ]
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[ Vex doesn't seem like the kind of person for such blatant fear, so murphy's money is on arousal. and kavinsky isn't the kind of person to know what getting into the kind of fight that places like this have is about. he's cruel and vicious, yes, but not a survivor. too much ego for that. besides - ]
Why, when he's got Aric, the mute, expressionless wonder? [ to be an aggressive and stoic bodyguard - exactly what the term implies, right? plus the whole being up each others asses since getting here, while murphy did all the important things like build shelter and cook. and here's murphy, all scrawny and scrappy, more likely to dodge a fight than run headfirst into it. ] I'm not that much of a bodyguard anyway. Just know how to stay alive.
[ The things you do before you have to fight - how to start a fire, catch food, sneak around a settlement rather than through it. make yourself valuable to an enemy if/when you're caught. it's a damn good thing this place wasn't already occupied, because murphy seriously doubts kavinsky could play the part well enough to stay alive as a POW. ]
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[ So here were two scrappers, survivors gossiping about anything other than the dire situation they found themselves in. Then again, it was hard to think of it as 'dire' when he still had access to alcohol. Remove the booze and then Vex might start to sweat. ] I have a feeling you're right, he'll need looking after. I don't envy Aric that babysitting job. [ He said as if he didn't have any intention of keeping a protective eye on anyone. ]
How 'bout you 'n me then? Wanna get off? [ Subtle? Nah. Vex never beat around the bush. ]
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he tells himself it's just friendly concern, and swallows down another half shot of absinthe. ] So long as the city keeps providing like it is, and K's got his dream powers turned back on, he'll be fine.
[ the idea of sex doesn't seem terribly appealing at the moment, not with where his mood is, and murphy, in general, doesn't like being that exposed with a stranger to begin with. not anymore, not after the ground. nor someone seeming so ready to be entitled to his person. ]
Pass. [ he sighs out, sliding off the counter, before he paces back to where he'd left his pack. ] Shit to do, survival to plan. Thanks for the drink.
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Ah, it was just like the good ol' days. ]
Anytime, Beaky.
[ And it was a serious offer too, he could always use more drinking buddies. But for now he was just going to stay on that counter, finish off his bottle and contemplate what to get shit-faced with next. ]