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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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

[vexy]

"Oh, believe me, I know what it feels like to be a pincushion for a knife or two." Wow, she just unloaded a whole lot of information about herself that he couldn't give a damn about, something about little girls and half bloods and yadda yadda. He couldn't help it really, Dark Fae had notoriously bad attention spans and they weren't exactly known for their kind and compassionate hearts.

"How are his balls, anyway? I've always wondered," he asked loudly instead, aware that it was more of a rhetorical question than anything else since he already knew because he'd roomed with Bill, who used to prattle on all about the inspiration for his plays. Though maybe Toby would be comforted by the fact that he had apparently no ruddy clue what the 'balance' was, nor did he care. Either that or he was very good at acting clueless.

"She might be, she's bitchy enough for it, but I never thought to ask. And hopefully she won't show up here so I'll never know." He gave a dramatic shrug before having another swig of his wine, which was starting to taste better thank you. "Mm! Not to say you're bitchy just because you're one of Oberon's lot, but you know how it is. Descendants from ancient fae tend to think their shit smells like roses."

[bloodychangeling]

Toby actually laughed at his last comment, shaking her head. "No offense. Partially because I am pretty bitchy, just ask anyone who's met me before my third cup on a better day. And because I know enough purebloods to definitely agree with you. I'd probably be pretty snotty myself if I wasn't a changeling. Even a changeling who's a knight still ends up being pretty low on a Fae social ladder, and I can count the number of nobles I can stand for more than ten minutes on one hand with a couple fingers left over. The only reason I hold my tongue with the Queen of the Mists is because she's already tried to get me executed once on bullshit charges. Well, that and she's scary. Part banshee, part siren, all crazy bitch." Hey, the Queen wasn't here, she was going to let it out while she had a chance.

She actually sighed at the mention of Oberon, shrugging and leaning against a dingy counter. "Don't know. He left us hundreds of years before I was born. He's not dead--well, we don't think he's dead, he and the Queens--Maeve and Titania--just...shut the doors to the old lands and left. Maybe that's why we keep using his balls and their tits as swears. Maybe we think if we offend them enough they'll come back." She was surprised by the note of wistfulness in her voice. Maybe it wouldn't have been there if she hadn't been to Anoon, if she hadn't seen just a bit of what Fairy had lost when the doors were shut, but she had. "Guess that's pretty much a moot point right now."

[vexy]

"Is that what they call themselves? Purebloods?" Vex let out a laugh which was a short as it was loud. "What a bunch of wankers." He even made the little pumping faux-masturbation hand-motion to go along with that statement.

"Believe me, you probably wouldn't want them to come back even if there was the chance. What good are they anyway? Ancient fae should stay locked up and away, unless they're going to get with the times and enjoy the world for what it is. Too many of them want to change things to what they want, power-hungry and all that. No thanks. But yeah, I had a boss like your Queen, except she didn't have the bollocks to execute me because I was really popular with the elders. I'll say one thing about this apocalypse, we don't have to deal with all their lot anymore."

Not that he actually was while in Eudio, but why bother whining about that? It was too personal anyway. "How's that coffee coming along then?"