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

[spoofer]

Test Drive Meme #1

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world.

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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

[kinks]

( he snorts at that. hippies. fucking earth house was full of them. no self-loving hippie wears animal skin, though, so he'll have to shake his head no at the question.

he watches vex drink. possibly, if he were less under the influence, he'd find some subtlety -- although the words subtle and knox never really belong in a sentence together. maybe he'd know what to say, instead, whatever words which might get his hunger satiated with the nameless fellow in black. charmspeak, right? right. maybe. )

« Sit down with me. »

( it's soft, cooing, almost singsongy, like hot chocolate in voice form. knox accepts the bottle back and lets it dangle in his hands, circling loosely around the neck. )

Knew a Pisces, once. Fuckin' difficult to please lot, you are.

( this is, strictly speaking, untrue. a smile could make jay happy. a touch, or a tease, or a compliment, it'd make his whole day. if knox ever manged to say i love you to him, that probably would've made him happy, too. )

( — you fucked it up again, knox.
— i know.
— how long before it's his voice you hear? )

Kinky bunch, you're right. Nice feet too, I think. That's good.

[vexy]

[ Incubus, he recognized that power instantly. It didn't work on him, but he played along for now. He supposed he ought to have a lovey-dovey look on his face as he eased down beside him, but he wasn't that good of an actor when it came to romance parts.

Instead, he smirked and reached up to slowly caress a soft fingertip along Knox's gorgeous jaw. ] Mm, I like feet quite a bit. Weekly pedicures for mine, but who is gonna do that now that I'm here? [ His pout was slight, playful. One thing was sure: Vex's sexual aura was alight for the creature before him, Knox didn't need to do much to have that sort of affect on Vex. ]

I'm not too difficult to please, darling. Don't kill me or make me bleed too much and I'm very happy. What about you? I thought Leos only cared about masturbating in front of a mirror.

[kinks]

( it's fine, knox doesn't much care for romance to begin with. it's where all this heartache started, isn't it? a smarter person would've learned from the first go around, love is only a system to get what you want, and let themselves grow a heart of stone. knox had tried. for awhile, he thought he succeeded. but he still -- wanted that kind of happiness, that picturesque image of marriage and children and a familial beauty, to be a son his father could be proud of, to make kids he would love infinitely more than himself.

this suits him better. a guy in the gutter will always dream of the sun, but that doesn't mean he deserves it.

he feels almost adolescent, looking up at vex as he touches his jaw. where has all his training gone? all his natural sexual chemical makeup? he could pluck the sexiness off vex like grapes off a vine and eat it for snacks, and he can't remember the last time he ate, anyway -- a week? nine days? -- and he'd like to starve and wither away, but he's a prissy little boy who hates being cranky and hungry. it seems, he can't even die right! maybe that's why the world choose to save him of all people? )

Pisces are all about feet, fishy little buggers. Leos are known for their hair. ( he twirls a finger around one of his own locks, taking another swig. ) Masturbating in front of a mirror is fun though. Very vain, very Leo. You'd think having a vain lover would be obnoxious and annoying, but Leos are pretty good for possessiveness. Jealousy. Passionate things.

I like all things. Most things. All things? Yeah. I'm an Incubus, it comes with the territory.

[vexy]

[ how dare you Vex chuckled as his eyes went up to admire the hair, which he was certain would be rather attractive if it wasn't such a mess at the moment. Well, he was an incubus he could likely get away with looking like anything. ]

Oooh, possession, I like that. Someone who is willing to kill someone for me? Gives me the shivers! [ He shuddered a little for emphasis. ] And darling, anyone could take one look at you and know you're an incubus. You look like you've stepped right out of one of my dreams, and you know Pisces, we love to dream.

Now, were you going to lay there all day or do you wanna skip the chitchat and make a meal of me?

[kinks]

( yes. right. sex is supposed to be his calling, he is a sex demon, and his father used to teach him ways to get the boys to like him -- turning his chin one way and keeping his curls in his eyes, so people have the instinct to reach out and touch. he can do that. it's easy. he leans back on his palms and gives vex an obvious once over, clucking his tongue once.

there's a smile lit up in his eyes. he enjoys games, particularly ones he's good at. a hand sifts through the curls on the top of his head, pulling them back handsomely across his mixed-race features. )

Actually, I thought we could talk. ( he smiles, and leaps over regardless, kneeling in between vex's legs. there is something specifically dark about his look, like he's the bad boy your parents all warned you about, with leather jackets and motorcycles without helmets. ) I am pretty hungry, though. I haven't eaten for awhile. I won't kill you, ( he bends forward, bites vex's cheek. kisses down his neck. ) but I will kill anyone who interrupts us, Pisces.

( possessiveness. vex said he liked it, and it's all knox has to go on, so. )

Are you impartial to the lasses or the laddies?

cw: nsfw sexy territory!

[vexy]

[ Daddy was right, the way those curls fell definitely attracted a lecherous old man such as Vex. Not that Knox really needed all those techniques with him, he was already easy pickings. ]

Ooh hoo hoo! [ He chuckled joyously when Knox hopped over, Vex's legs spread in a over-accommodating fashion. What could he say? Incubi knew how to hit all his buttons, and he welcomed that because he desperately needed this sort of distraction at the moment.

A gasp escaped him when he was bitten, then his head tilted back to expose his pale neck. He was about to say something clever about just talking, but then Knox followed up with that possessive statement and all the blood left Vex's brain to rush to his cock. Absolutely instant-boner material, and his trousers were suddenly much too tight.

Yes, he wasn't kidding when he said he liked that. His dark lashes fluttered and a wanton groan left his throat as his hands rose to set on that lovely demon's hips. ] O-Oh, I go both ways indiscriminately, luv. Why?

[kinks]

( well, he likes a lover who let him know what they want -- even if the guessing game is fun, experimenting and testing things out, having the green light and okay for things is just as well. especially now, with knox off his a-game, and pent up with all this sexual desire he doesn't want, built from not having any sexual energy. his hands dig up vex's shirt, cupping around his sides, and he's bursting with it honestly, his desire for vex lighting up around his skin, pools of heat burrowing in his erogenous zones. cock, nipples, asshole. anywhere else vex might like a rub down.

sex is second nature. he doesn't have to think about anything with his doing this, not the similarities between vex's and jay's bodies, how slender their forms are, how the dip of their navels follow the same path as knox bends to trace it with his tongue, drawing sharp teeth against the flesh of his stomach. when he looks up, his eyes glitter entirely gold. he shakes it away and goes back to normal, shortly. )

'Cause I'm both, darling. ( push, push, up goes his shirt. thankfully, knox is already near-naked. ) Or I can be, depending on what my lover prefers. Incubus party trick, right? Slap on some tits, make 'em look giant. Get your cock out and it's a tenner and everyone's like how d'ya walk with that thing? Classic.