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

[thehunger]

[ If there's anything that doesn't make sense, it's everything the boy just said. Putting aside the fact that john doesn't know what Chinese or Mexican are, he's fairly certain that all humanoid races, be they elves, dwarves, halflings, or humans, have genitalia that look roughly the same. Sure, a half orc will have a larger penis than a dwarf, but the general layout is the same.

But that's besides the point. What does his penis have anything to do with this? ]

I have never been to a plane called Eudio, but I have been to many, many others. In fact, it's been so long since I've been to the plane I started with that I hardly remember what it's called. If you're looking for solidarity based on point of origin, you'll have to look somewhere else.

[pillz]

Genital solidarity is good solidarity, [kavinsky says, after a moment. at this point, even he probably has to start to admit at some point that this conversation is stupid.] That's good information according to my fucking daemon. [said daemon looks at kavinsky, her ears flattening slightly, exasperated in a way that looks slightly foreign to dogs. she has never imparted information about genitals. that's not f.a.t.e.s.' agenda, or hasn't been thus far.

this is fine. kavinsky puffs his cigarette, the tip glowing a hard orange.]

Kavinsky, [he says, after he exhales again. smoke uncurls from his nose like a dragon. he puts out a hand to shake.] Who the fuck are you?

[thehunger]

[ Still resolving not to discuss his genitals with this boy or anyone, the man stares at the offered hand, only belatedly extending his own to take it. As though he forgot how social customs work for a moment. ]

Call me John.

[pillz]

[kavinsky's hand floats there, mostly because he finds the stilted pause rather hilarious. partly because he is grateful for the light, maybe. after that, he pulls the smoke from his mouth and blows smoke-rings into the flat of john's chest. he would probably not be so cocky if he knew john's thing was like, hella murder.]

Welcome to after the apocalypse, I guess. If a bunch of Eudio people show up and they all look like sexy twenty-year-olds, don't feel bad. Some of them are like hundreds of fuckin' years old, probably. [he smiles like a cat.]

[thehunger]

[ That gets John's attention. His eyebrow quirks, head tilting curiously. ]

They've found a way to cheat death? Become immortal? [ That is definitely relevant to his interests. ]

[pillz]

Yeah. I think? [kavinsky lapses into a brief, thoughtful pause.] I mean I think Vex was just fucking born that way. Raf, though.

[he looks up at the older man for a moment, once-overing his white hair and crows feet briefly.]

But don't be too self-loathing, [he suggests.] You can kind of pull it off.

[high flattery from joseph kavinsky. you're welcome.]