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

crash;

[shadowblends]

[No matter how much he does it, trudging through ankle-deep snow continues to confuse the teleporter. Isn't this supposed to be a tropical island sort of thing with the sandy beach and ocean and all too familiar way new people arrive? His movement becomes an all out sprint toward the water, overwhelming concern controlling his steps at this point.

As per usual, there are injured people that he checks up on, aiding in safely directing them away from the fire by gesturing toward the forest. Yes, it's snow and it's cold, but they'll just have to keep moving, until they reach the innermost part of Xistentia.

Amid the haze, Nightcrawler spots someone else, although it's hard to make them out through the smoke from his position. With a few quick displacements, he's brought closer, though, raises a hand to cup near his mouth as he calls out.]

Hey, are you— [he immediately stops once the man is more visible, eyes wide, heart pounding like it's trying to escape his chest when he recognizes-- sweet jesus, it's the guy he, Jean and Scott had encountered in the lower part of Alkali.

Kurt stiffens at the realization and takes a slow step back, hoping that Logan either doesn't remember who he is or that he'll totally ignore the fact there's a blue kid that'd tried to get his attention.]

[danzan]

[ See, the thing is Logan recognises the blue kid, too -- but not in the way the kid remembers him. He remembers him as the man who tried to kill the president, and it has him tilting his head to the side because...

Well, the president's assassin hadn't been so young, is all. ]

Hey! [ Not necessarily the most graceful response, but it should at least let the young man know that Logan's attention has been caught. ] Kid!

[ He walks forward, apparently caring little that the guy's stepping away from him. Logan's never been one for social subtleties, and he's not about to start. ]

[shadowblends]

[oh, no. nonono-- he's been spotted now, meaning there's very little chance he can turn and outrun this guy. he'd seen what 'weapon x' had done to all those men, stepped over so many dead bodies while hoping he and his friends wouldn't be next, but–

the guy hadn't said a single word before.

backpedaling a few more steps, the teleporter's attention stays completely focused on logan, heart hammering so hard against his ribs, he's afraid they might snap beneath the pressure. he holds his breath, left foot sweeping back like he might move again, and his heel comes down on a patch of ice.

he doesn't do anything as graceless as falling, though he does slide, both arms raising from his sides to balance himself out. then — like a deer caught in headlights — he stands there, gaping not unlike a fish out of water. physically, he says nothing, but every fiber of his being is screaming: "please, god, don't let him be the same person."]