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

[dothelokimotion]

Should I?

It's not as though I age either.

[danzan]

You're inhuman too, then.

Immortality's a whole new brand of incomplete, ain't it.

[dothelokimotion]

[ Hmm. ]

At times. I grew up among immortals. I am a God, after all. It is living among mortals that makes life incomplete.

[danzan]

Does being a God mean you don't want anything?

[dothelokimotion]

That is a strange take on divinity. Why wouldn't Gods want more?

[danzan]

I don't know, I'm not a God.

But want equals dissatisfaction, don't it.

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki is aware of that, though he's not keen on letting other people know that about him. Wanting more is in his veins, greedy and golden. ]

Not wanting seems like an odd way to live. Never changing, simply existing in the single moment of contentment.

[danzan]

"Living in a single moment" sounds like bullshit in general.

Sounds less like contentment and more like fear.

[dothelokimotion]

It depends on the lies you tell yourself.

What lies do you whisper to yourself, immortal?

[danzan]

"I'm gonna shave tomorrow".

[ The dry tone probably translates even through text. ]

But I think it. Who whispers?

[dothelokimotion]

[ He frowns. ]

Nothing quite so mundane.

[danzan]

I ain't the sharing type, bub.

[dothelokimotion]

[ . . . bub. . . ]

No wonder you need the internet to get connected then.

[danzan]

Sure.

You messaged me first.

[ Logan doesn't even have a profile picture, for Christ's sake. ]

[dothelokimotion]

And?

I didn't make a profile now, did I?

[danzan]

You're lucky your daemon thing shuts up, then.

[dothelokimotion]

She knows what's good for her.

[danzan]

That doesn't sound cryptic at all.

[dothelokimotion]

Where's the fun in that?

[danzan]

[ Somehow Logan's not surprised at all that this is what talking to a god is like. He doesn't even consider the possibility that maybe the other side isn't a god; he's learned it's better to give the benefit of the doubt, these days. ]

Beats me.

Personally I prefer shit without the beating around the bush, but life's got a way of kicking me in the ass, anyway.

[dothelokimotion]

Maybe you need more practice kicking back.

[danzan]

You telling me to relax?

[dothelokimotion]

There's nothing worse than a dull immortal.

[danzan]

I'd rather be dull than busy.

[dothelokimotion]

Has dullness done you any favors though?