Test Drive Meme #7

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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

[viewsource]

Yeah.

[ Elliot glances at him but his eyes never seem to quite settle, a jerky nervous movement that makes it clear he's not particularly good at eye contact or talking face to face with people.

Not that he's much better virtually either but sometimes he can fake it when he has a plan.

He looks at the dog. ]

Come back here.

[ Flipperd, of course, doesn't listen. Somehow the daemon is just as bratty as the original dog. At least the daemon doesn't piss and shit in his bed, though. ]

[anewhope]

[ Clark notices, of course. He has an eye for details. But Clark doesn't stare, doesn't let his gaze linger. Carefully, no sudden movements here, he bends to pet the dog, scratching behind the ears. ]

It's all right. He's not bothering me.

[viewsource]

[ Flippered seems to be happy with the attention. ]

She. Flipper's a she.

[ Elliot doesn't know why he corrects him. ]

What's your name?

[ The question's abrupt as if Elliot's not really used to normal social niceties but he might as well practice some more. This person seems decent enough. ]

[anewhope]

[ If Clark seems alarmed by the abruptness, he doesn't show him. He seems like a core of quiet strength, even if he is tall and imposing. ]

I'm Clark Kent. I'm new around here.

[viewsource]

Elliot.

[ He's giving his real name around these parts, so that's a mark of progress for him. ]

I've been here a while, with my sister.

[ Flipperd seems satisfied that Elliot is actually interacting now and comes back over to him, settling down at his feet. ]

[anewhope]

[ He rises to his feet, straightening. There is an odd slouch to his stance, as if he tries to make himself as unintimidating as possible. ]

You're lucky. I would do anything to see my mother right now.

[viewsource]

[ Elliot doesn't know what to say to that. His hand drops and strokes over the top of Flipperd's head and his eyes dart to the side. His mother and he had a complicated relationship but she'd also been what had got him through his stint of prison -- or more the idea of her than anything she actually had ever done for him. ]

You'll be able to get back to her. If what they're saying here is true.

[anewhope]

[ Clark's smile is bittersweet. ]

Do you believe it?

[viewsource]

No.

[ Elliot says, lifting one shoulder. He doesn't believe much off anything but he and Darlene would figure something out regardless. ]

[anewhope]

[ His eyes crinkle faintly. ]

Neither do I.

[viewsource]

There will still be a way.

[ It's said with a certainty that is different from the rest of what he's said. ]