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Xistentia: Mod ([personal profile] spoofer) wrote in [community profile] xistentiaooc2017-11-25 04:11 pm
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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
  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.
song_princess: (Bikini)

Leanne | Fire Emblem

[personal profile] song_princess 2017-11-26 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
I: Crash landing:

One moment, she was still in her eternal sleep back home in Serenes. The next, she is on a beach, hacking and coughing, soaking wet. What? What just happened? Emerald eyes blinks as suddenly all she hear are screams and cries of confusion. Her hands shot up immediately to try and cover her ears as her wings weakly flares up and poofs up completely.

Where?... What? Just what is going on and where was she?....

AND WHY ARE THERE SO MANY HUMANS AROUND?!?!

II: Synchr:

synchr
Leanne ▐ 75
One of the biggest sleepy head birds.


YES
NO


[ooc; This was supposed to be the profile image.]
Edited 2017-11-26 03:07 (UTC)
remarkablymodest: <user name="alreadylost"> (pic#)

I; u get who I was logged in as, hello

[personal profile] remarkablymodest 2017-11-26 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
Never fear, a non-human here! Aymeric is often on the call when crash landings happen and today is no exception. Though she might not be the only one, those wings are certainly good at drawing attention. The Elezen man gives her a bit of space since she seems disoriented yet-

"Are you alright, miss? Injured anywhere?" he asks, kind yet firm. He needs to make sure that she's alright before continuing.
song_princess: (Just chillaxin)

Hiii!

[personal profile] song_princess 2017-11-26 05:58 am (UTC)(link)
Her wings remained poofed and idly flapped as she tries to reorient herself. The Heron's attention quickly snaps towards the sound of a voice and HOLY BEJEEBUS!!!! HOW IN THE GODDESS' NAME IS THERE A DUDE THAT BIG?!

"Where?.... Where am I? What happened?"
remarkablymodest: <user name="alreadylost"> (pic#)

[personal profile] remarkablymodest 2017-11-26 09:07 am (UTC)(link)
She's not Ixali, perhaps something akin to a harpy like Garuda? No, she seems far too sweet already to be associated with the mad wind-aspected primal.

"You are in Xistentia," he explains. "I'm sorry to say, your world might be in grave danger. That's why you were brought here." There's really no easy way to put it.
song_princess: (Longing)

[personal profile] song_princess 2017-11-26 04:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Emerald eyes blink as they finally catches sight of his ears.... Was he a member of the Dragon clan? She only heard rumors about the clan so she really didn't have anything to go off of besides those rumors. She was about to attempt to stand up when his explanation hits her.

"How?! What does bringing me here has anything to do with that?!" No nononononononono! What if Yue got out of her prison and that is why her world is in danger and.... Wait... World?

"What do you mean world? We are still on Tellius.... Right?"
tigress_of_kiev: (Default)

Astharoshe Asran || Trinity Blood

[personal profile] tigress_of_kiev 2017-11-27 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
The Winter Festival

Being nobility, even when not in her own world, meant that she needed to make appearances at parties. They didn't celebrate the traditional holidays like the humans did, but they still enjoyed a few things. She enjoyed the decorations and all of the different celebrations that went on this time of year.

She stood, watching everyone as they moved about, making note of things and people. Seeing who she might need to meet and try to make friends with. It was all a part of being a noble. She might not be the nicest of people to be around, but she knew how to maneuver in politics.

She eventually made her way to the Wish Tapestry and shook her head slightly. Wishes were for children. Still she couldn't help but make a wish of her own. She picked up a writing instrument and wrote in the native language of the Empire I wish for peace between the Humans and the Empire. and then set it aside.

"For you, Tovarish."


Network

synchr
Lady Astharoshe Asran ▐ Confidential
I am not a vampire, do not call me one.


YES
NO


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Edited 2017-11-27 00:36 (UTC)
song_princess: (Bikini)

Network

[personal profile] song_princess 2017-11-27 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
..... What is a vampire?
tigress_of_kiev: (Hmm)

Network

[personal profile] tigress_of_kiev 2017-11-27 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
A monster and a criminal.
song_princess: (Eyes of trust)

Network

[personal profile] song_princess 2017-11-27 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
I can see why being called that would be a great insult. But why would anyone call my lady a vampire?
tigress_of_kiev: (Huh?)

Network

[personal profile] tigress_of_kiev 2017-11-27 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
My people have many things in common with vampires. They are also creatures of human lore.
song_princess: (Just chillaxin)

Network

[personal profile] song_princess 2017-11-27 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
Really? Beorcs have lore about them?

[That was curious.]

Even if you have many things common with them, it still doesn't give people the right to call you one.
tigress_of_kiev: (Default)

Network

[personal profile] tigress_of_kiev 2017-11-27 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
Most don't have your logic.
song_princess: (Talking)

Network

[personal profile] song_princess 2017-11-27 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
Not really logic but most people are just too stupid to think for themselves sometimes. Especially when it comes to other races.
tigress_of_kiev: (Default)

Network

[personal profile] tigress_of_kiev 2017-11-27 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
I agree, but there is little that can be done to change the minds of the masses.
song_princess: (Up to no good.)

Network

[personal profile] song_princess 2017-11-27 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
A real pity isn't it? It isn't hard to learn what another race wants to be called. Just ask.
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ii. lightbringingggg eyyy

[personal profile] decisions 2017-11-27 02:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ percy sniffs a bit in the chill - ]

Well, I think that was a story certainly worth telling in its entirety. I hate being left in suspense, so to interrupt you would have been absolutely dreadful.

[ frankly, he'd tried to interrupt her, okay. multiple times. an interjection, a little bit of a low hum that lingers, a slight wave of the hand, but she'd been so engrossed it'd gotten to the point where percy really couldn't have even if he'd probably set some inconsequential part of her on fire. speaking of which - ]

Minnie, [ that was her name, wasn't it? ] you're sputtering out, [ probably from all the talking really. he reaches over and gently feeds the fire at the tip of her torch with a methodical hand, squinting behind his glasses. ] There you go.
grimless: (pic#11433652)

network

[personal profile] grimless 2017-11-28 12:51 am (UTC)(link)
That happens to me too sometimes.
hermajestyssword: (hm?)

Winter Festival

[personal profile] hermajestyssword 2017-11-28 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Ion is there for many of the same reasons - this sort of social maneuvering is, if anything, even more critical here than it was at home. He's never liked it overmuch, but that doesn't mean he's incapable of it - his grandmother would never have let him go without learning at least the basics.

Still, the Halloween one ended up being more enjoyable than he'd anticipated, so he's... cautiously optimistic about this one.

There's plenty to see and do, certainly - including, when he idly scans the milling crowds, a brief flash of white hair, a familiar silhouette. He follows, and once he's close enough that he won't have to shout to be heard over the general din, calls out]
Duchess of Kiev?
Edited 2017-11-28 03:03 (UTC)
tigress_of_kiev: (Looking off to the side)

network

[personal profile] tigress_of_kiev 2017-11-28 07:36 pm (UTC)(link)
It is not something I wish to deal with.
tigress_of_kiev: (Hmm)

[personal profile] tigress_of_kiev 2017-11-28 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[The familiar voice made her stop and look around. Spotting Ion she smiled and moved so that they could talk.]

Earl of Memphis. It's good to see a familiar face.

[She actually looked happy to see him. She didn't expect to find anyone that she knew, but she was happy to be able to talk with someone about what's been happening.]

How long have you been here?
luminator: (Default)

Crimson Freeman ( Original - OTA )

[personal profile] luminator 2017-11-29 12:56 am (UTC)(link)

( 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
NO


( 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! ]
Edited 2017-11-29 01:12 (UTC)
tonality: (( sᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ ))

Zane Freeman ( Original Character - OTA )

[personal profile] tonality 2017-11-29 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
oh the weather outside is frightful ( crash landing )


[ earthquakes weren't a rare occurrence. at least, they weren't so much as to arouse any real suspicion in zane freeman when they happen. typically they are short, just barely noticeable, and are over and done with before he would have even had time to get "somewhere safe"

(and what's safer than the middle of his own bed right in the thick of a Netflix marathon?)

this earthquake was different, though. the skies ripped apart like they were nothing more than a flimsy sheet of paper, the earth shook and everything around him rattled loudly. various things falling from their shelves and clattering to the ground. pressure began to crush him, an invisible weight that grew heavier and heavier with each passing second, his ears popping and throbbing painfully, his bones aching as if someone were trying to crush them. the entire universe felt as though it was being shoved through the eye of a needle.

for a moment, there's silence. nothingness. not even the sound of zane's heartbeat. just the emptiness that existed in the space between the universes.

but in an instant, it's all rushing back -- every feeling, every sense, every light, sound and color -- and the nineteen-year-old is thrown onto the shore, sand flying in every direction, debris raining down on all sides of him, screams from the others around filling his head. ]


Where the hell am I? [ he sputters out, coughing as he manages to inhale a few grains of sand, one of his hands reaching up to touch his forehead -- where he feels pain blooming from a wound he must have acquired at some point. he's met by the sticky feeling of blood on his fingertips and a sudden surge of pain where he'd just made contact, wincing slightly. ]

Fuck. What the hell is going on? [ his head turns on a swivel, he can't see her anywhere. ] Crimson, where are you?


its beginning to look a lot like christmas ( winter festival )

[ zane recognizes most of the holiday decorations, they're reminiscent of the ones from his own world -- a sentiment that he's yet to wrap his head around. different worlds. different universes all converging in one place, and he just so happened to be one of the chosen few plucked from one.

(thankfully so had his other half. it would have otherwise been a strange sensation for feel someones presence even when they weren't there, but such a thing had always been prevalent in zane's life.)

and as strange a sensation it is to recognize things in a completely unfamiliar place, it doesn't deter him from partaking in them; browsing the cakes and other treats trying each one in an attempt to find his favorite, allowing his hands to be intricately decorated with henna ink, and even indulging in a glass of the classic holiday treat -- eggnog.

(spiked with copious amounts of liquor, of course. how else does one get though holiday events like these?)

where ever you happen to stumble upon zane, however, it's likely that his twin hasn't ventured very far, they two seeming to stick close to one another unless otherwise needed. ]



it's lovely weather for a swipe right together with you ( synchr )


id : z.freeman
synchr
Zane Freeman ▐ 19
freeman²
there can never be one without the other
ɹǝɥʇo ǝɥʇ ʇnoɥʇᴉʍ ǝuo ǝq ɹǝʌǝu uɐɔ ǝɹǝɥʇ
high frequency individual

personal likes may vary.
9 out of 10 doctors swipe right

YES
NO




wildcard


[ anything you'd like! i'm open to any and all ideas, give 'em to me. ]
tonality: (ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡ)

synchr ; id : z.freeman

[personal profile] tonality 2017-11-29 01:27 am (UTC)(link)


i was never much of a poet
luminator: (Default)

[personal profile] luminator 2017-11-29 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
You know I'm not this good of one either.
luminator: (Default)

[personal profile] luminator 2017-11-29 02:25 am (UTC)(link)


You are far too beautiful for your age.

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