Test Drive Meme #8 (NSFW)

[spoofer]

Test Drive Meme #8

I believe in the death of tomorrow

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.

Dinner with a Succubus (NSFW)

Your first dinner party in Xistentia^[2] is a sumptuous and luxurious dinner that takes place at the private residence of one of the natives.

As you step in, the first thing you notice is the scent of indigenous flowers mingled with the floating traces of savory and sweet from the elaborate buffet set up on the side. Treats from around the Multiverse.



However, sectioned off from these public areas, there are spaces reserved for sexual activity. It's not so surprising, when you remember that the lights outisde, the power behind the city itself, runs off human emotional interaction— and desire is a powerful emotion indeed. These rooms feature every conceivable surface you might want to tangle on, from silk to lacquered desks, to rubber.

Chests hold sundry toys and other equipment. Rooms have beds sized comfortably from anywhere from one to five people, and there are peepholes. Everything is marked with painted symbols in a language that is known to no one person, but somehow universally comprehensible.

NETWORK

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 may be patched over into the sex-themed Gala detailed in the announcement. The IC log is already up, but friends-locked!

Comments

[shadowblends]

[Sometimes, Nightcrawler feels like he should simply revert back to showman when he meets new people. Put all his uniqueness on display with bravado, like he's trying to dazzle and amaze someone back in the circus-- then, he remembers that this isn't his world. People on Xistentia come in a varied bunch, so it's best to be 'normal,' for now.

He nods in understanding, smile still in place. Unfortunately, the expression falters at Aoba's bewilderment toward his peculiar hand, lips pursing as he promptly withdraws and inclines his head.]

It's just— [he pauses, turns back to the blue-haired male and holds up both his hands, the spade of his tail also flicking into view.] Part of my mutation.

Nothing to worry about.

1.2

[bottombitch]

[ Aoba blinks stupidly at the presence of a tail, his brain doing mental gymnastics to reconcile all the bizarre traits and features that combine to make 'Kurt'. He looks like some kind of video game character, weird but not hideous, and after a moment of staring, Aoba realizes too late that he's gone and made it uncomfortable for the guy and stepping into what might be a social landmine. ]

Mutation? [ SHIT ]

Oh... sorry. [ Oh no, this is just going from bad to worse. Aoba inwardly panics, waving his hands in front of him. ] I-I didn't mean anything by it! It's just you look so different from me, so I didn't know.

[bottombitch]

H-hey! I bet you probably think I look pretty freaky with five fingers on my hands. See?

[ Aoba, in his effort to not make Kurt feel self-conscious about his hand, lifts his hand and wiggles his fingers, assuming he's just some alien or some other species from another universe.

Which only makes this even more awkward. ]

[shadowblends]

[How cute, he thinks, that Aoba is fumbling and flustered, attempting to fix what he believes is a mistake. Kurt shakes his head, reaches a clawed digit out and gently touches the middle of his new acquaintance's palm.]

I think your hand looks fine. Actually, [he notes.] Both of our hands are. Mine are just [pause] different.

[With the same hand he'd been using, the little blue demon brushes his bangs out of his face, briefly pinning them to the top of his head so he can look at Aoba fully. To be quite honest, he's surprised that the first thing most people notice hasn't been addressed between them: all those elaborate scars that have been carefully put onto his skin.] Exactly why you don't have to apologize, since I'm willing to bet you haven't seen anyone like me.

But ja, 'mutation' is the correct word to use. [A wider smile this time, those too pointy to be normal canines on full display.] Technically, I'm a more evolved human.