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Test Drive Meme #7
Test Drive Meme #7
Hold me tight, it's getting cold.
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?

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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.
- 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.
festival;
His mouth is hanging open, both in surprise and from the loss of the confection, brow furrowing with confusion at his empty hand.] What in the— [Hang on a minute. The only person he knows that could move like that ... He turns his head, almost agonizingly slow, wide eyes coming to a stop on--] Peter? [asks the blue boy incredulously from beneath the cover of his oversized coat.
Surely, this isn't some figment of his imagination. Quicksilver is standing there, chomping away on the food he'd been so ready to gulp down himself, but-- He shakes his head, hard enough to throw back the hood and reveal himself. ] ... nice to see you haven't changed. [It's a tease. A slight one that he can't help grinning about afterward.]
comic blind so headcanoning cu stuff yaaayyyy
Maybe he just has rotten luck. Seems par for the course. At least here they have good cupcakes. ]
Nice to see you too, Blue, [ he answers, partly because it rhymed and partly because it's a cute nickname. Nonchalant as always. Even more than he has any right to be, considering that their world is apparently toast. ] But yeah, it's me. The one and only. Not even the end of days could stop Quicksilver.
works for me!!
Wait, had Peter just called him 'Blue?' That was ... well, really cute, actually. He hunkers down into his jacket, uses the heavy wool scarf around his neck to hide most of his flushed face. The cold would be a good excuse if he needed and he can use the speedster's other comment as a distraction, too.]
End of days? [Kurt asks, regardless of it being somewhat muffled.] Well, you aren't the only Peter here, but— [Not the point.] What happened?
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So I've heard, [ he says, clearly not pleased. He was supposed to be the one and only! This other Peter was just an imposter. Nevermind that... that's not how that works, at all. And he probably grew up with a lot of other Peters. He's just being a little shit, as he does. ]
We were fighting that one guy, Apocolypse, and- Things went south, really fast.
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He watches the crumbs fall, silently, wistfully mourns his own lack of cupcake-y goodness.] You can't expect to be the only Peter around, you dork. [Hold on, what? Had that really just come out of his mouth? Cue his already colored face darkening.
At least Peter mentions Apocalypse and he's immediately straightening, eyes wide with shock, head shaking with a little too much vigor.] No, that ... that can't be. When I came from, we defeated him. [he falls silent, stares at his teammate, distraught.] I don't understand.