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

[spoofer]

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

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

Vex | Lost Girl (Eudio CRAU) | OTA (prose or brackets is fine)

[vexy]

1. ARRIVAL

When the world was ending, no matter how much you didn't want it to, if there was an opportunity to escape then it had to be taken. He grabbed the hand of the love of his life and stepped through the portal, into what he hoped was safety but was pessimistically convinced it was just an alternative pathway to destruction. It was time to test this 'immortality' reward- He'd know it didn't work if he felt Hades' fine tailored shoe on his face.

One thing he knew for sure was that this wasn't Tartarus, unless they hired a new interior designer. They'd stumbled onto a beach, which would have been rather scenic if not for the shipwrecks and all the confused people. While he hugged Mark, relieved that he made the journey safely with him, he stared at their surroundings. Well. Whatever fresh hell this was, at least he had the fae he loved with him and he couldn't ask for more than that.

Still, the idea that he left dear friends behind, some of which he considered family, briefly gnawed at him. But Vex was good at shoving away the feelings of loss and moving forward, it was the only way to survive. It would help if he had booze. Maybe he could pester the castaways and see if anybody thought to bring any with them...

Priorities, Vex. Priorities.

2. CITY

One thing this place had above the other, he had his mesmer back. So, when he wanted beach-front property which was already occupied by some poor unknown shlub, Vex didn't hesitate to make him throw himself out into the streets. Look, there was plenty of space for everybody, but that didn't mean that the best locations went on a 'first come first serve' basis, only the strong survived in situations like this and Vex was definitely strong. So was his lovely husband, who helped him 'christen' the place before he tried to figure out what to do with it without the aid of a team of decorators.

You might find him outside of his beautiful new home, viciously yanking off the vines and anything that even remotely resembled nature while sweating and swearing his head off. According to Vex, nature could screw itself sideways and several various colorful phrases.

You may also spot him 'shopping', which was a matter of looting for items he'll need. Essentials, such as alcohol, booze, liquor and oh, he supposed more practical things like spirits and-- honestly he was actually getting some necessities, but he was severely craving a buzz at that moment. Wouldn't you if you just went from Paradise Island to Swiss Family Robinson?

3. NETWORK

[ Here you have a scruffy looking fae, lounging in his makeshift bed, blankets just barely covering up anything scandalous with his hair flying in all directions. He was clearly not at his best as he spoke at the Daemon. ]

So I just talk to you 'n you tell everybody?

My function is to--

Stop babbling at me like a Vulcan, I got enough of that back home. Plain English, do you know plain English?

I speak it better than you do.

Oi! Well, there ya go, that's better. You sassy piece of shit, now tell me how I'm supposed to use you to talk to people.

In layman's terms, I can record you and broadcast it to everyone.

Brill, so--

Like I'm doing right now.

You're what?!

[ The blanket went flying, and so did the view as Vex scrambled to cover up his newfound "companion", then the video ended. ]

Arriving - OPEN to be threadjacked if anyone wants to approach both of them!

[catalogface]

The last few hours had been the most stressful of Mark's life. They had to decide whether to go or stay and that was being said without knowing where they were going to. It was truly jumping without seeing the net.

And they had landed on a beach. A shipwrecked beach, but a beach none the less. His still held Vex's hand with all of his strength, which could easily become quite painful, but he was more afraid of letting it go. Even after they had 'landed.'

"I mean, it could be worse-" he looked around, still tethered to his husband. There was no saying who these other people were and if it was at all safe. He debated shifting in his head, wetting his lips as he pondered his options. If anyone even looked at them wrong, he would do it, but at the moment he still needed to talk to Vex.

Looking back to his love, "Are you okay, babe?"

[vexy]

"Yeah, well, I could use a drink. Piña colada?" It was easy to predict where Vex's mind went, especially after stressful circumstances. Coming down from an adrenaline spike was much easier with booze on hand, but as an alternative he kept Mark's hand in his and squeezed it to reassure himself as well as his lover - the pain had gone numb at that point.

"That's a lot of bloody people," he muttered, mostly to himself. How many worlds came to an end? And was it all at once? What could have possibly caused all that? He tried to shove it out of his mind because, in his opinion, that was way above his pay grade.

He sighed and kissed Mark on the side of his forehead. "I'm gonna go momentarily mushy 'n say I'm really glad I'm here with you."

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[varou]

How's the new friend working out for you? :D

[vexy]

Bloody perfect and wonderful device, it is! I'd be lost without it!

I DIDN'T TYPE THAT!

AGGGGHH!!!

YOU DON'T NEED TO DICTATE MY SCREAMING!

Wait, who is that?! Who is this?!

3. video

[mindmeld]

[ Spock had been ready to respond to the video the moment he saw Vex and realized who it was.

The Vulcan comment simply required correcting. ]

No Vulcan would babble at you. Nor, I should add, was your Daemon babbling at you, as you did not allow it to complete a sentence.

[vexy]

Oh! Sure! Take its side! All you bloody computers stick tog--

[ Rant paused. ]

That you, Spocky?

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[deathstouch]

You should be more careful with that, shouldn't you?

[vexy]

Yes, he should. I'm a very important tool and without me he w

DON'T TALK TO PEOPLE! YOU'RE A BLOODY COMPUTER! WHY ARE YOU TYPING WHAT I'M YELLING AT YOU?!

I can't even see who I'm typing TO! Who's that?

b (pre-rafa ig :D)

[pillz]

[the clink of bottles tells kavinsky that someone else got to the liquor store first. he's a little wary at first. on the edge of the city, he'd seen a rock troll rambling by. while it didn't look like anything that national geographic had identifiably pictured at home while he was high on flu medicine, it hadn't appeared to be anything an enterprising young dream thief wanted to fuck with armed with nothing but a pistol and a single clip. he's been wary since, that the destruction and chaos weren't over just because the city was crapping out everything he could possibly want.

and speaking of what he wants, a peek around the corner shows him vex. it's enough to stop his heart for a split-second. he glances down at the daemon beside him for a moment, and she looks at him in return. his thoughts scatter. maybe vex is like her. some grim impersonation. maybe when he gets the nerve, he'll open them both up with knives and find hydraulics and batteries inside. (yes, it's kavinsky's unique pathology that makes him think of it as cowardice, to not want to kill something that looks like one he loves.) (there's something wrong with him. we all know this.)]

Morning cunt.

[which is the point at which he steps out into view, pistol raised. its silver muzzle pointed dead at vex's head. inscribed along the gunmetal, the weapon reads: dreamkiller.]

bonercity: population vex

[vexy]

[ One thing Vex had gotten used to at home was the lack of weaponry outside of establishments meant for target practice. As such, when he was suddenly faced with the barrel of one it took him a moment to register the fact that it was likely loaded and ready to blow his head off. Instinctively, his hands rose as it to show he was an unarmed innocent- then his eyes flew to the face of who was wielding it.

In that moment he was fairly certain his cock wanted to burst from his trousers. Not only was his darling boy alive and well, but he looked bloody gorgeous behind a gun, his finger from the trigger, in his hand the power to end Vex's life- or at the very least test whether or not his immortality reward was still holding up. Thrilling and dangerous, he almost groaned out his words. ]

Morning, love. Gonna blow me?

[ It should be 'blow me away', but he left the last word off on purpose. ]

network

[deathkid]

[ a familiar snigger can be heard. ]

The different technology can be difficult, can't it?

[vexy]

Son of a banshee...

[ Vex can't even hide how happy he is to see that face. ]

I've got you too then, love? Y'know I'm a mess without you.

city

[bloodychangeling]

Once the forest turned up fruitless--well not fruit-less, but coffee-less--Toby turned to the city, with the rosegoblin shaped daemon she'd decided to name Rosalind both for the plant creature it resembled and the Shakespeare reference perched on her shoulder. She's still wearing the spell to hide her Fae features as she rummages through the shop, although it's definitely not strong enough to keep anyone with at least a grandparent who had been a pureblood Fae from seeing through.

Most people would be looking for real food, or at least clothes. But not Toby. Nope, Toby is muttering about 'damn coffee' every other sentence, until she looks up and sees...

Well, she's not sure what she sees. She has a feeling of 'not human' coming off the man, but that's it. She doesn't smell the Fae magic she's used to, or feel the energy of any species she knows. But she's figuring out that doesn't say much in this place.

"Hi there!" she says, forcing herself to sound as chipper as May (the thought of May makes her heart hurt, and she quickly pushes the pain down). "I'm Toby, Toby Daye. You wouldn't happen to have found any coffee yet? I'm really jonesing, didn't think to grab a thermos before I jumped through the freaky portal."

[vexy]

By the time this stranger bumped into Vex, he'd discovered his daemon- a black cat right bright blue eyes and a rebellious streak. It seemed to be interested in doing whatever Vex wasn't doing, which was fine by Vex because he'd unearthed a bottle of wine which didn't look too awful.

He was definitely a powerful fae, of which most of it seemed focused in his hands- which were currently struggling with digging a knife into the cork in an attempt to pierce it open, as he didn't have the proper screw for the job. "Ha!" He announced as it split and popped inward, enough to allow him to take a long swig of the contents.

The grimace on his face was deep and lips were puckered as he looked over at her. "Hm?" His eyes squinted at her damnable chipperness, how could anyone be happy right now? He looked offended for a moment, but got over it relatively quick since she was mildly attractive. "Vex. Coffee? Bit early for that, innit?" His accent was was obnoxious as his appearance; leather pants, boots, tight shirt- all in black, not at all practical and just barely functional.

"Think I saw some makers by the back wall, but unless you like your coffee green you're gonna have to wash 'em. Where'd you come from then?"

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[drehnifusbahi]

[Whoever's trying to reply seems to be having technically difficulties. The view starts off in the tree tops, then swoops down - and comes to an abrupt halt. There's a noise not unlike a squawk and a tinny voice protests I am dov!]

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.]

[vexy]

[ Vex couldn't help but burst into a laugh. ]

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.

2. cw: c-word.

[kinks]

( that bottle of booze you're looking for? knox has it. laid over the half demolished, crumbling roof of what might be a convenience store, knox presses his back into the rumble and makeshift bed of moss and leaves, his shirt taken off to rest over his eyes, blocking out the sun's rays. his pants have been abandoned, too, but he at least has the sense to keep his underwear on, black cotton boxer briefs, hugging his form.

to the sky, he raises the bottle, before spilling more of it into his mouth. drunkenly, and with his australian accent slurring, )

I bless the raaaains down in Africa!!

Cheers, Amber! Fucking cunt. Nice nice.

cw: sexiness

[vexy]

Looky-looky-looky-loo~

[ Vex practically cooed at the sight of that booze, along with the scrumptious slab of meat that was currently consuming it. Ah, if only that stream was whiter and he was on the other end of it. ]

'ello there, thunder from down under. You wanna share that with a cousin from the old world?

[ There Vex was, in all his leather-punk clad glory, looking very out of place for shopping but oh-so-fashionable, right? That's all that really mattered. He stood with one foot on either side of Knox's shins, so if the fellow was hostile he'd have a great angle to kick him in the groin- or rub his foot up against it, whatever. Vex was hoping for the latter. ]

city

[rekt]

[ look, swiss family robinson is murphy's natural state of being back home, but yeah, he also hates home, and he hates here just as much, so it's one of the liquor stores he happens upon Vex in. in the middle of stashing one, two, three bottles of whiskey into his backpack, murphy's sliding some crates over to try to reach a fourth, when a clinking of glass nearby has his head whipping around, ready to duck under the counter and dig for a weapon.

But ah, it is none other than lord of the kinks, what's his ass fairy dude, from back home. the name will come to him in a second. or maybe a minute. whatever. ]

Whoa. Nilla stick cat fucker made it here too. [ kavinsky has the weirdest friends, but there is a small part of him, nestled against his black heart and lack of conscience, that feels some kind of warmed in knowing k will be happy to see this one. ]

Did the whole Kavinsky gang plan a family trip? It'd make the sudden onset apocalypse make more sense. [ Aric, Rafa, and now this. ]

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[mordacita]

[ There's a good chance you're going to know what this is about. If you don't, you soon will. Rafa looks decidedly frosty. ]

We need to talk, Vex.

network ( shut up i'm going to bed i just couldn't resist )

[extraseven]

[ Have a Tamsin, nose scrunched in disgust, clearly standing outside somewhere. Her daemon's either big enough to record from right beside her or steady enough to fly high enough without making the feed shake. ]

How about you try sleeping in underwear from here on out. No one wants to see your bits in that much detail, especially first thing in the morning.

3. video

[lacquers]

[ Someone has handed the camera over to a very fluttery cameraman or camerawoman, if the tinny audio that hints at little wing beats is anything to go by. Oh, and the... bobbing up and down.

No one get seasick, promise we're trying to work out the kinks here. Either way, Magnus should be recognizable in all his colorful glory even with the occasional movement from his fluttering friend here. ]

Well, I see you're getting along swimmingly! [ "Getting along" in the general sense or getting along with the daemon? Or both? ] Who's your new friend, Vex?

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[helical]

[ this face. ]

Nice introduction.