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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.
city
Too many plants, not enough sand, wrong number of moons. Otherwise, it's more similar than some places I've been, I guess.
[Darkvision allows Jamie to see that the person addressing him just looks like a normal human, except that normal humans don't generally go prowling about in the dead of night. Jamie's only out because he's paranoid and restless and has nothing much better to do than explore the city; his command of magic and the company of his daemon - a metallic dinosaur-looking thing, standing seven feet tall - embolden him in this endeavor somewhat, though not enough to relax entirely in the presence of this rando that appeared out of nowhere.]
How about you? Your home anyplace like this?
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Been to couple different versions of Earth, [neither of which he remembers fondly in the slightest] but no. I'm from the opposite end of the galaxy.
[He's just going to assume that this guy is familiar with the concept of galaxies or will ask for an explanation if he's not. Jamie's met all types.]
So is Earth where you're from?
network:
That's less of a request and more of an inquiry.
no subject
Do you honestly believe that discussions of more exotic pseudo-sexual predilections make for good ice breakers? Or does the inquiry have to do with the forthcoming request?
network
Of all the things to make him think of home, he wouldn't - couldn't - have imagined that seeing this image projected from his daemon (a familiar dog he owned, but not) would make his memories recede to the moment his mind was mature enough to formulate 'I'm alone, because my brother isn't with me'.
Caleb killed his brother before he ever had the chance to be born. No one told him that, no one would ever say that, but they're words he carries with him every day. His twin exists only in the imagination of what and who he could have been, if he weren't a missing piece of the boy's existence. How do you begin to explain you miss someone you never met?
How do you explain what it feels like to meet someone who could have been?
But it's not. As soon as his heartbeat settles just enough to turn into nervous curiosity, he proceeds to make his own image visible to the stranger asking for blood. (Would he like his father's blood, like Caleb does?) ]
You need some pointers on your approach.
[ ... Caleb pls. ]
no subject
So no bites, yet.
[ So to speak. ]
no subject
[ He's been quiet, careful, letting a lot less information come out of him than he's been asking for. ]
So. Pretty patient.
What's with the blood?
no subject
[ It's an ambiguous... not-joke, really. Ha ha, every human needs blood to live, but Caleb consumes it ever now and then, too, to keep his strength. Of all the weird shit in this scenario, he'd really like to think that asking about bloodplay would at least not involve sex. ]
network;
.... /frysquint.
Almost every part of her is saying Don't respond. It's creepy, right? A dude asking about (presumably his) kink on the network as his introduction. It registers only a moment later, however, the fact that there is indeed a vampire population already here. Another one isn't out of the realm of possibility. With that in mind, she signals Apollo to turn on her own video feed. ]
There are better ways to pick up people, y'know. But I guess I gotta' give you points for originality. Nothing grabs the attention like bloodplay.
no subject
If I am interested, are there any extra conditions or requirements I should know of?
[ Look. Everyone knows Rose isn't someone who makes good decisions. She'd talked to Rafa a while ago about predatory versus prey and how it'd be interesting to have the shoe on the other foot for herself. So. Hey. Considering this an opportunity, maybe... No time like the present, right? ]
network
Did you have to make that a public request? It's neither the time nor the place
no subject
no subject
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I think it's necessary for others to watch what they say, when and to whom. It's common sense.
[ and probably you'd get a better success rate asking people individually, where no one might see or hack their response, but w/e, dude. ]
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