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?


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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

[overarches]

[ jug and i's place. does not compute. sorry, what???

he shakes the dazed and puzzled look off with some effort, going along with betty's arm looped through his. it's easy to fall into step beside her. they've been doing it their whole lives. walking to school, walking to pop's, and now apparently, headed for the apartment she shares with jughead. it's good, it is, and he's happy for them! he feels as though he's missing something is all. ]

I do trust you. [ more than anyone. ] It's this place that makes me uneasy. And your clothes. You weren't wearing that before we- before I got here. How do you have an apartment?

[perfectible]

I know, [ she doesn't know exactly but she understands his confusion. she starts trudging them towards the city. ] We're not in Riverdale, as you might have guessed. We're... somewhere else. Jughead and I have been here for a few months.

[overarches]

That's impossible. [ isn't it? ] I was with you before I got here and I saw Jughead yesterday morning. [ betty wouldn't lie to him, which means somehow they have been here for a few months. long enough to start a new life, to get an apartment. ] I know you're not making this up, but I don't get how either one of you can be in two places at once.

[perfectible]

I know. I know it sounds crazy but... [ she shrugs helplessly.] Time works differently here. We were brought here for a reason, Arch. To save our home. To save our version of it. There are people here from different worlds, different times. I can't explain it but it's all true.

[overarches]

I believe you. [ trying to accept the information gives him a headache. in the same way that she can't explain how this is possible, he can't explain why he believes her. ] What's wrong with Riverdale? I mean, other than the obvious. It's a town full of dark secrets. And why us?

[ why not sheriff keller? why not their parents? why not the entire town? ]

What are we saving it from this time?

[perfectible]

At the risk of sounding dramatic... the end of the world. [ she walks a little slower, staying close, her other arm crossing over to rub his, for warmth and comfort. ] Our world.

[overarches]

[ her touch coupled with the chilling words ( and the wind ) makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. it's not what she's going for - giving him the goosebumps, yet he has them all the same. ] There's no way we're letting that happen. Nobody's taking our home away.

[ to himself, to betty for comfort, to whoever may be listening in. ]

But this is so much bigger than your average whodunit. Where do we even start?

[perfectible]

Nobody. [ she confirms for him. no one is going to take their home away or destroy it without them putting up a fight. she smiles gently at him, at his question.] That's what Juggie and I have been trying to figure out. [ she glances at him.]

Are you sure you're okay? We can stop somewhere to get you warm, a cafe or something.

[overarches]

Don't worry about me. I'll be okay. [ the only thing keeping the chill off is the adrenaline and it's wearing off. ] I should probably change into something dry though. I should have some cash on me if I didn't lose my wallet..

[ he reaches for his back pocket, fully intent on fishing out a familiar leather wallet. ]