Test Drive Meme #7

[spoofer]

Test Drive Meme #7

Hold me tight, it's getting cold.

INTRODUCTION ⇄ FAQ ⇄ APPLICATIONS

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, almost at odds with the layer of thick snow over everything.


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 snowy forest across the sand. Beyond that, the glint of a faraway city.

The Winter Festival

Your first party in Xistentia^[2] is wild, unexpected combination of cultures celebrating the winter holidays from around the Multiverse. Some of them are of contemporary Earth-- Diwali, Christmas, and Hannukkah are all represented, along with the Lunar New Year accelerated somewhat ahead of schedule. You'll find sticky rice pudding, samosas, Henna tattoos, dreidels, chocolate coins, and lanterns in dozens of shapes and sizes. The liquor is plentiful too. All the classics, from wine to mead.

If you aren't familiar with mistletoe, you'll be happy to know that F.A.T.E.S. will prevent unexpected smooches from landing on your face unless you assent. But there is certainly a lot of it around.


However, from unfamiliar worlds, there are a number of other unusual traditions. One of those is Mutuya, a practice from a dwarven land of lightbringing. Two partners, selected at random, get two torches they must carry outside and walk around the snowy building, keeping each other lit. Upon their return, they pass their torches onto a random person— or try again, if they failed. Those who succeed to bring the light back then write a wish on a tapestry hung in the center of the room. You'll notice a lot of people are wishing to return home and save their worlds.

Interestingly, there is even a space for those who disapprove of the interfaith mingling to debate or discuss the mingling of faiths.

NETWORK

As of December 2017, Xistentia now has its own 'friending app.' You can use it to make connections with new people! But beware, your daemon may well post without your permission, and things could get pretty embarrassing.

F.A.T.E.S. thought it was a pretty good pun: Synchr. Get it? Like sinker? Hook, line, and?


TEMPLATE
Select and copy the code below, paste into your entry. (The font is tiny for ease of copying!)

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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. If you decide to join the game, this party will lead to the world-hop in December, detailed in the announcement! Features include The Grinch and Whoville.

Comments

Crimson Freeman ( Original - OTA )

[luminator]

( Crash Landing )

[ Crimson still doesn't know how to comprehend what she'd seen before she'd been pulled by Zane through the portal that had opened up in their modest family home. Had their parents opened it up for them to escape the chaos that had suddenly erupted? She had no idea in the least!

But, now they were here... The weird way of traveling had been odd, color and light completely out of control, her ears ringing and she wondered if something had gone wrong with their powers? She was sure that hadn't been the two of them.

But spent out on the beach, wreckage all around, snow on trees not too far away and a distance city that's skyline looked utterly unfamiliar to her greeted her disoriented mind. ]

Zane? Zane where are you?

[ There's no panic, because nothing feels wrong, he must be okay and he must be here somewhere.The portal must have just split them up. ]

( The Winter Festival )

[ There is a lot about this world that is unsettling to Crimson. There's certainly a wide mix of universes and cultures that are represented and more than a few feel familiar that she's not all that prone to getting home sick -- more family sick. She's lucky to have her twin here, of course, but as she walks through the festival taking advantage of all sorts of treats and dressed in an outfit that's almost like a Christmas colored themed Kimono. Her hair is long braids down her back with two knots on the front sides of her head.

She's currently sipping some semblance of eggnog and wistfully remembering begging her parents to let her and Zane put brandy in their egg nog last Christmas.

Were they even alive? Well, being here is probably the best place to fight for that if everything they're being told is true.

You might find her there, looking forlorn or she might come up to and say hi. Crimson is always more than happy to make a new friend or deepen an acquaintence. ]

( Synchr )

synchr

Crimson Freeman ▐ 19

Where was now the flowing lyric?
The sudden flush of creative spirit?
Was my job not to probe inside,
to find meaning in the crimson sky?

Would this not just fade to black,
If man did not pick up the slack,
if pen on paper did not write,
preserving the moments before night?

It must fall upon our fragile minds,
to give a weight of truth to time,
but from now until that final gasp,
I know I’m not up to the task.

✓	✕
YES <span style="font-family: times; font-size:40px; color:#2EB82E;">✓</span>	NO <span style="font-family: times; font-size:40px; color:#CC0000;">✕</span>

( Wildcard )

[ Open to anything else you want to throw at me! Crimson's powers are based around color and light creation and absortion. Other basic info is on her journal! ]

synchr ; id : z.freeman

[tonality]

✓

i was never much of a poet

[luminator]

You know I'm not this good of one either.

[tonality]

someone could have been led to believe otherwise.

but now you've revealed yourself.

[luminator]

It's lucky I wasn't trying to trick anyone then, isn't it?

[tonality]

not everyone is as honest on these as you are, dear sister

at least, if these are anything like the ones from home, most people aren't.
i was tinder matched with lady gaga once.

[luminator]

How do you know it wasn't lady gaga?

[tonality]

i never particularly considered myself to be lady gaga's type.

and i think she might have been touring at the time.

[luminator]

You never know, don't sell yourself short Z.

I never used things like this for hookups.

[tonality]

i'm not. i simply know when to aim high and when to take the easy shots.

i imagine that makes things like this a lot more difficult to navigate.

[luminator]

Uh huh.

not really. weeds out some vapid losers pretty quick, though.

[tonality]

are you implying that i seem like lady gaga’s type?
i thought she might be a little uncomfortable with the age difference.
we might have similar tastes in art tho.

ah. you’re making me rethink this entire situation now.
thanks red.

i’ve always found those to be in abundance on apps like this.
avoid anyone with a gratuitous shirtless mirror selfie.

[luminator]

You know, I can't say that I think that she has a type. And maybe he's into the younger crowd. It's not like you're a kid anymore.
She'd probably appreciate your spirit and your creativity and all of that.

That's what I'm here for, to make you realize you might have missed the opportunity of a lifetime. If only you could turn back time.

Exactly. It's not that hard to do, though.