xistentiaooc | Test Drive Meme #8 (NSFW)

Test Drive Meme #8

I believe in the death of tomorrow

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?

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

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

crash landing.

( It's not so much of a crash as it is a saunter onto the beach.

A drunken saunter. A very staggered and jerky saunter. But a saunter, nonetheless.

Cardan steps out on the beach, crown pushing down the dark curls against his pale skin. A bottle of wine is loose in one hand. He eyes the beach, not quite trusting his sight in his drunken haze. After taking a few more steps onto the snowy beach, he raises an eyebrow at the bottle in his hand.

Either his drunken stupor has really created up an interesting plot that he's not wholly against, or this is reality.

He's still not completely against it.

He tilts his head back and downs another heavy swig before starting off down the beach. )

This place better have a bed at least. ( He mutters as his boots imprint the sand and snow with every step. )

dinner with a succubus.

( A grand dinner full of debauchery and alcohol is exactly the kind of place Cardan would prefer to be than out doing anything that might be misconstrued as helpful. When he hears of the event, he's one of the first few to arrive. He's the first to be blitzed off his ass, though. It's almost a race to try to beat him to drunkenness.

He sits at a far end of the table, well aware that he makes very poor companionship right now. He doesn't really care. He's not out to help keep the city afloat, and in fact seems to curve away from anything that might have iron in it. No, he's simply here to indulge.

Which he does. Bottle after bottle, laying back on pillows and no longer eating everything in sight. )

It's no fae revelry. ( He remarks to no one in particular. ) But it'll do in a pinch.

Is there more wine? ( This time he does address whoever is closest, raising his head only to ask the question. He lilts his head to the side with the curiosity, dark eyes heavy with drink and boredom. )

synchr.

synchr

CARDAN ▐ --

It's impolite to ask one's age.

What do you really need to know? You're either interested, or you're not. Don't waste my time.

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[ The various spiced aromas of this place have a way of confusing Rafa just enough that he doesn't immediately pick out Cardan's scent. Not until he hears his voice, anyway, and then he looks up to see who is bubbling about Fae revelries. He sees a lounging beauty with a crown on his head, and then he does pick the scent. It means there's every chance that crown is real. If he's royalty, he's not royalty familiar to Rafa. That's not really a surprise here, though. After all he's not familiar with the Fae of Vex's world, either. He still knows a faerie when he sees one.

So of course, he takes it upon himself to interrupt. Someone is already primed to respond to the request for wine, but Rafa plucks a carafe from one of the trays, and interposes himself instead. ]

Please. Allow me. [ He flashes a smile sharpened by fangs, and refills the faerie's glass. Then he fills his own, and drops down beside him. ] How would your revelries differ? I always imagined them similar to this, though perhaps with more humans dancing merrily on strings. Granted, the succubi have not quite risen to that.

( Cardan purses his lips in confusion as the first bottle of wine is pressed away by someone interrupting.

Though the interloper does fill his glass, so he lets it go. Instead he leans back again, drinking the wine as though it might be water. Comparatively? It might be when held up against faerie wine.

Enough of it does the trick, though.

So.

He looks back to the man, thinking he sees something strange about him. Maybe true. He's not sure he quite cares yet. )

On strings. On enchantments. ( He shrugs. ) It's all the same.

What's really missing is a bit more sport. Everything here is too.... willing.

Edited 2018-01-20 04:17 (UTC)

[ Rafa watches the faerie swig wine with no apparent ill effect, and smiles faintly. The only comparison he has for this is Vex, who in Rafa's opinion gets drunk as easily as any human. Not so with this one, it seems. He refills the glass again, and signals to one of the servers for more. If the faerie wants to indulge, Rafa will help. It'll be easier to get answers out of him that way. ]

Yes. It would be so much better if we forced them into entertaining us. Thralls are so much more enticing.

[ That's faintly sarcastic, but it troubles Rafa to know that not so long ago, he could have meant it. He can still make his tone sound like it, and that's good enough for now. ]

What would you have them do, dance? Perform tricks? It is a shame this place does not have a circus. You might like that better.

Test Drive Meme #8 (NSFW)

Cardan | The Cruelest Prince ( spoilers inside )

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