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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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I'm going to puke.
[he doesn't feel good, but the sand turns into hot powder underneath him and he recognizes that this is probably, technically, an improvement of circumstances. he doesn't feel all that much at home. he is accustomed to being the bad thing that happens, that's how he's made his life for years, and the current events are very much beyond even his own incredible choreography. by the time he starts paying attention again, murphy has gotten the sodden sock off his foot and started fixing whatever was wrong with him.] You got something in your nursey bag for fucking projectile vomit? Do you see Aric?
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[ lifting his head as he wraps the bandage, he skims along the beach, looking for the other man he'd met only moments before, not entirely sure he'll still recognize him covered in sand. really, none of the faces he sees he immediately recognizes, but it's hard for him to look close when he's so concerned with other things involving staying alive through the night here. also, there's a big white elk ass in the way. move, elk. ]
No. I didn't see him land, but I was kinda busy.
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Aric's sword was drawn as he made his way and he'd heard Kavinsky but he was too cautious to yell back and instead walked until he saw the giant elk and then walking around it to catch sight of the other two. ]
Are you alright? [ He's talking to Kavinksy, of course, since it seems like Murphy is tending to him. ]
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I'm going to [look for him, is what kavinsky means to say. but then the towering death god steps out of nowhere and just like that, the adrenalinized urge to cap bitches tanks. by at least like fifty percent. abruptly, kavinsky realizes how much his foot hurts.] NO, [he says.] Where the fuck were you? What is this like your first time entering a magical alternate dimension with blood and jacked up shit everywhere. This motherfucker is trying to cut off my foot. [he waves his gun at murphy's head.
keeping cool is slightly more difficult when you give fucks about people. but on the other hand, kavinsky wasn't all that polite and validating even to people he was rescuing from nightmare monsters.]
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He stepped on glass back home like a moron, then screamed at the ocean when, surprise surprise, salt in an open wound hurt.
[ in other news, fire is hot and water is wet, more at 11 with joseph kavinsky. but now that kavinsky seems contented with someone else to scream at, murphy moves to stand, dropping the wrapped foot back onto the sand. ]
He's fine now but he'll probably need at least one shoe. [ a beat, as murphy's eyes skim the beach shore, and back towards the forest, before he adds, distractedly. ] A clean one.
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Alize is nosing at Kavinsky almost immediately after. ]
I'll take care of it.
[ The shoe. Kavinsky shouldn't have expected him to respond much to his dramatics. With a gloved hand he reached down to cup Kavinsky's cheek briefly before he's gone in search of a shoe the proper size, he'll probably bring back at least two.
He has no qualms looting shoes if he can find some. Or just taking them from some unsuspecting person. ]
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much like a toddler, kavinsky begins to deflate when people don't pay attention to his tantrums. it would be different under another set of circumstances, of course; he's just as likely to escalate until people can't ignore him. but even he can see here, in this chaos-filled beach, with a bandage around his foot and dogs fretting nearby, people screaming and dragging each other out of the churning water, weird steeds gallivanting around, trees looming nearby, his home city gone to who knows what the fuck, that maybe they have bigger problems.
he puts his arm around alize and then rubs moonshine's head with his other hand.] Where the fuck are we? You seen or heard anyone say where the Hell this is? [he asks.] Most people basically look hu--
You are in Xistentia, [moonshine says. and in response, kavinsky abruptly shoves her away, instantly and rather rudely spooked. his skinny arm goes double around alize's neck, protectively, and he shoots the husky a warning look. what the fuck just happened. kavinsky suspecting: he's hallucinating now.]
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[ which is sarcasm. Aric barely says anything, and Murphy's not sure how he managed to fuck Kavinsky without gagging him. Or maybe he did, who knows, he seems into that. anyway, he's back on task with looking around for where to go next while kavinsky petulantly hugs his dogs and babbles to them, content to let him manage himself while murphy tries to put together a game plan to keep them all alive.
until the fucking dog says a thing. ]
What the fuck just happened.
[ a demand, not a question. he reaches out a hand, fingers curling to wave the injured boy towards him, and away from the dogs, reaching for an arm or a hand to drag him otherwise. ] K, come on. Over here.