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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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You're a brat. [Comes a dry voice from 'offscreen' before Vanyel turns the daemon around so he can look it in the eye. Camera. Whichever.]
It's good to see you, Vex. [He says, and means it; he isn't any less worried about Erandur and Serana and everyone else he had to leave in Tamriel, but having his most important people from Eudio here goes a long way toward putting him more at ease.] Are you having trouble with yours, too?
[Your daemon, he means to say, but he was more concerned about where he'd ended up and why than the proper term for his little annoyance.]
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Is that you, Van? Looks like you might have a bigger pain in the arse than I do! But I suppose that's nothing new.
[ Lurid wink? Of course. ]
Stop by and give me a kiss, I've missed that gorgeous face of yours. Lemme get a look at your... daemon.
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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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[ Though he did eye his daemon just to make certain his cat didn't have any wings- yes, none to be seen anyway. Whew. ]
Be a dear and send his daemon my location?
[ Oddly enough, his daemon obeyed without any backchat. Either it didn't protest because it thought Vex asked nicely or it was interested in more company than just the fae. ]
Now, if yours is in the mood, it should lead you right to my doorstep. Maybe it will help if I say I'll pet it oh-so-nicely?
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[Vanyel answers, a wry grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. There's a ding! on his end, signalling 'message received.'
The camera shifts and shudders, and there's a sound like flapping, then the robotic baby-dragon voice sounds again.] I am dov-rha, not some common lizard to be tamed!
I suppose that means you don't want him to scratch the itchy scales you can't reach? [Vanyel asks, dryly. There's a long pause, and then...]
I did not say that.
Good. You can lead us to his house, then. [Vanyel looks directly into the camera once again.] Right; with any luck, I'll see you soon, Vex.
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[ Vex had to chuckle, because there was something about an uppity bit of machinery that tickled him. Or maybe he was just pleased that he was going to see Vanyel again. ]
I'll be waiting for you, darling.
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Vanyel rolled his eyes at his daemon's antics, before smiling at the camera once again.]
Until then.