Test Drive Meme #8 (NSFW)

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Test Drive Meme #8

I believe in the death of tomorrow

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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

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

veronica lodge . riverdale

[ronnied]

dinner;
[ when all is said and done, it's going to take a lot more than randomly stepping through what seemed to be a tear in time to stop Veronica Lodge from enjoying a fancy dinner party. she won't lie and say she's not a little bit shaken from it, because what the actual hell? -- but now that she's here? what the hell, right? the atmosphere of this little soiree is so strange, but oddly familiar for someone who ended up at a lot of insane parties back in New York. she's able to switch gears and make the best of things pretty quick.

she's all too relaxed in this setting, social yet still a little intimidating as well, perhaps, maybe just from how well she's handling all this. the confidence. she's wearing her pearls and a smile and she's not really slowing down for anyone.

well, maybe someone. maybe you? she looks very serious as she scans over the buffet table, an empty dish in hand ]

I'm torn - do I make myself a dinner plate, or skip right to dessert? I'm too tempted by everything on this table right now.

[ she's trusting you to help her make this very important decision ]

sexy room wandering;
[ because of course she's wandering around trying to figure out what's going on behind closed doors. she's heard a few things, both literally from out in the hallways and from people talking, but she wants to see for herself. she sort of has to see for herself, too curious for her own good.

so basically I'm just putting this starter prompt here for some silly awkward first encounters, not so much the sexytimes. Ronnie's got a boyfriend! well. she's working on winning back said boyfriend. right. either way!! first meetings with sex noises as the background music. fun, right? ah? ]

synchr;

synchr

Veronica Lodge ▐ 16

I love classic films, dance-offs, and well placed literary references. Let's grab a shake at Pop's and see where things go from there. You'll know pretty quick if our new friendship is meant to be or if we're destined to part ways at the start- I'm not great at subtle.

✓	✕
YES <span style="font-family: times; font-size:40px; color:#2EB82E;">✓</span>	NO <span style="font-family: times; font-size:40px; color:#CC0000;">✕</span>

[perfectible]

✓

[ronnied]

Be still my heart!

[perfectible]

I like your profile. I need you to write mine.

[ronnied]

I like yours! It's succinct, and cute. But I will gladly write you something new to put there.

I'll need some time to think of something worthy of my best friend's profile, though.

[perfectible]

[ With Jughead here, she doesn't exactly need one but...]

Want to meet at Pop's?

> action!

[ronnied]

[ friendship, Betty! but it's okay. if Veronica actually approves of any of the people that reply to her own, then she'll introduce the truly worthy ones to Betty. that's just the way that's gonna go. package deal and all. ]

You read my mind. I'll be at our usual booth.

[ because of course she's already nearby the diner. it's a comfort thing, probably, in this new ( kind of crazy?? ) city. she's still not 100% sure what's going on, why she's here, how she's here, what the whole situation is- but Veronica would never admit to it. well, not to anyone but Betty. she's beyond grateful that her friend is here - if she were the type to get easily misty-eyed she probably would be just from the relief. but instead she's just got a happy bounce to her step, smile confident as she enters the diner and requests to be seated at the same booth they always sit.

although it's technically not their booth. not really their booth. it just looks like it. but that's fine, they'll make this one their new usual. she's choosing to remain optimistic, which has been pretty easy since the alternative is sitting in her new room trying to figure out how the hell she's supposed to survive this place without her friends.

luckily, her best, very best friend, is here. thank god.

she's on the edge of her seat, right up until she sees the familiar blonde step into the diner and turn her way, then she's up on her feet. she won't run to her, even if she kind of wants to, she'll just be ready with open arms for the hug she so desperately needs right now, despite the brave face ]

[perfectible]

[ betty isn't as close but she doesn't keep v waiting too long. after all, she was still getting used to the fact that her best friend is here now, even if she wishes that her other one would show up too. for her own sake as well as v's and jug's.

anyway, the bell rings when she walks in and she makes her way to the booth, something she could do with her eyes closed. and when she sees her, her smile widens with happiness, moving to hug veronica just as tightly.]

Hey.

[ronnied]

[ the hug goes on for a long while because of course it does, tight and grateful and a hundred other things all squeezed into one ..squeeze. her hands stay on her shoulders for a moment after she pulls back, like she needs to take a good look. like she's a mother welcoming back her kid from her first semester of college, checking to see how much her favorite girl has changed after all this time. she doesn't know how long Betty's been here, but it's been longer than she has and that's all that matters. she's not worried, or concerned - she knows her best friend can handle pretty much anything that gets thrown her way - but still.

is it weird to say she missed her? she's only been here a few hours, but maybe she was expecting to be away from her, built it up in her head that she'd have to go at it solo for a while. either way! she doesn't, because she's here, and Veronica couldn't be happier about it. ]

I ordered you your usual vanilla shake, and fries for us to split. If you want to. ..Alright, I might eat most of them, it's been a crazy day.

[ heh! a grin! then she's moving to slide back into her booth, hands folding on the table. she doesn't mean to look expectant, but she might. ready for an answer or two, at the very least. and still, above all else, she just looks happy to see her ]

How are you?

daemon: crowned

[novelizes]

✓

daemon: pearls!! or pearl. hm. anyway, woops

[ronnied]

I can't believe this is how I'm finding out your real name. It's incredible.

But you're still Jughead, of course. A rose by any other name, etc etc.

[novelizes]

[ this is where jughead would roll his eyes a little. ]

I prefer Jughead.

You find Archie yet?
He came over earlier.
You're welcome to come hang
at mine and Betty's place
if she hasn't invited you already.

[ronnied]

I did find him, yes. At a very scandalous party, no less. Our Archiekins is already finding his way into trouble- We’ll have to keep an eye on him.

You two have a place together? I’ll have to find a housewarming gift.

[novelizes]

he forgot to mention that
but I'm not surprised.

yeah, we do.
it was easier and with how crazy this place can be
it just made sense.
we can keep an eye on each other this way

[ronnied]

I'd be saying congratulations if the rest of that text wasn't so daunting. What kind of crazy are we talking about? The spiraling out of your birthday party crazy, or Black Hood crazy?

[novelizes]

considering I haven't experience the events with the Black Hood
you tell me.
All I know is that Betty and Archie went after him
and Arch almost ended up in a coffin.

[ and that archie and betty kissed, but that's something he's dealing with alone and with archie. ]

Suffice it to say
I'm a bit behind the times.

[ronnied]

I’m not sure this is a text message level conversation anymore.

This is me taking you up on that offer to visit.

[novelizes]

fine by me.
I'll put on some coffee.
it's not Pop's, but it'll do.

> action

[ronnied]

I'm sure it'll be delicious.
Drop me a location pin and I'll be on my way.

[ she doesn't love having to learn a new city all over again, but outwardly she seems fine with it all. her daemon guides her to Betty and Jug's apartment, and she's not sure if it took her the scenic route, but it does take her a little while to get there. on foot, yes. maybe she wanted the extra time before her arrival, time to think out how the hell Jughead doesn't know the situation with the Black Hood, and that he and Betty had both been here long enough to get a place together. all timey-wimey confusion aside, they were still broken up, last time she checked. but maybe that hadn't happened yet, for them. which is fine by her, more than fine, really. she just- needs to choose her words carefully, if they talk about home.

when. when they talk about home. she's sure he's already picked Archie's brain about what he's apparently missed out on, but she still expects a round of questions to be directed her way.

she announces her arrival with a quick knock on the door, hands back in the pockets of her coat quickly after. despite her efforts to seem completely Cool about all of this, a smile that reaches her eyes spreads across her face once Jug answers the door, relieved. spending time with Archie and Betty made it almost too easy to calm her nerves about all this, but seeing Jughead, apparently, is helping just the same. it surprises her for a split second, but why should it? the four of them can take on anything. that's just what best friends do. ]

I don't have red hair and broad shoulders, or a blonde ponytail for that matter, but- [ oh yes clever using his own words here good good very clever does he even remember that conversation?? oh god?? ] - I need a hug. We're there, right? We've reached hug status? [ a little bit sheepish, but mostly just playing it safe. Jughead really doesn't seem the type to be cool with being pulled into hugs. but maybe since she asked... ]

[novelizes]

[ hugging veronica lodge. it's not something he's ever considered because she's always seemed so high above him, socially. sure, she's betty's best friend, but she's also a lodge. rich, well groomed, and apparently dating his best friend ( "i'm in love with veronica," archie had said and that had been another bomb dropped on jughead ). she's the definition of northside and if they ever make it back, he's destined for the southside, like he's always been. so the thought of hugging her is a bit... weird and something he's a little unsure of. but she is a friend, even if he's a little distanced from her.

because to put it simply, she's the outsider of their little trio, but someone he's welcomed for betty and archie's sake. he's not about to push her away now, not when things are questionable between him and betty ( he can't get the sound of archie admitting to kissing betty out of his head ). pushing veronica away might also push betty away and that's the last thing he wants. besides, he can't exactly be a jerk to his best friend's girlfriend.

regardless of this, he still arches a brow and tilts his head, subconsciously adjusting his beanie as he pretends to consider. ]

Veronica Lodge needs a hug? [ he gazes at her with some skepticism, as if trying to pick her apart, trying to figure out what really makes veronica lodge tick. ] Considering everything over the past six months, I suppose we have.

[ and he opens his arms for her, albeit a little slowly. ]

[ronnied]

[ so they're not there yet.

she's not totally sure they're even there yet when she's from, but! at least he didn't refuse. and she doesn't mind the look he's giving her - she's used to people dressing her down, especially since she moved to Riverdale. people still don't seem to know what to make of her most of the time, and it's clear that Jughead's still there, somehow. so it doesn't make her feel self conscious, mostly just amused. even if it's a little sad, too. they've been through a lot, it's weird to think he might not feel that same sense of familiarity and protectiveness that she does.

but yes, she does need a hug, so when he gives her permission and starts to open his arms, she's there in a heartbeat, hugging him tight. friendship hug. it's the kind of hug you give somebody you're too glad to see, like it's been months when it's really only been about a day. tops. she lets him go a little quicker than she'd like, just for the sake of his brain not imploding from confusion. she's selfish, but not that selfish. ]

There. All done. [ she puts on a face like she's really very sorry, that sheepishness from before cranked up to a slightly silly level. just trying to make light of things, yeah ] Incredibly sorry, it won't happen again.

[ she smiles a bit before stepping past him into the apartment, because inviting herself in seems to be the right thing to do now. she unclasps her cape/cloak thing and drapes it over the bend of her elbow, resisting the urge to take a look around and see what kind of space he and Betty have set up for themselves ( she can wait. ..she can ) and instead just looks back to Jughead, maybe dressing him down a bit now too. like maybe she can spot the differences between them, deduce somehow what he's been through and what he doesn't know yet. ]

So. What's all this about you not knowing about the Black Hood? What do you remember?

[ or she can just ask ]

[novelizes]

[ seeing the pout she puts on, jughead can't help but snort a little, his shoulders rising and falling in mild amusement. veronica lodge, always with something on the tip of her tongue or a play in process. he doesn't blame her for wanting the hug, he's just not sure he's the one she should be hugging. not when he knows archie is around.

still, he does consider her a friend. she's part of their team of four that has overcome even the murder of a classmate. so he steps back to let her inside, and makes room so she can look around.

the small space definitely screams jughead+betty. it's neat and tidy, with a bouquet of flowers sitting on the coffee table by the couch. said couch is a bit beat up, obviously used, but has a floral blanket covering it to make it comfortable. the same goes for the rest of the furniture.

as he gives her time to peer around, he heads to the small kitchen where he pours them both a cup of coffee. he doesn't know how she takes hers, so he brings out creamer and sugar, in case she doesn't take it black like he does. ]

To put it bluntly? Just after Homecoming. Betty came over and we were... interrupted by the Serpents. They gave me a jacket.

[ronnied]

[ her brows lift impossibly high, but that's her only reaction for a bit. that feels like so long ago, even if it really wasn't. she takes another quick look around the room, finds a chair to stand next to, lean on a bit, buy herself some time. why would this place bring Jughead in before her and Archie? how is that even possible? as far as she understood things, that storm wiped out everything. if she were more cynical she'd assume they were being lied to, but she won't jump to that conclusion just yet. even if she's sure Jug probably already has by now. ]

So then I suppose the next burning question is: How much do you want to know? About the future of Riverdale. I don't have much time on you, but- it's enough. Or you could tell me what Archie and I have missed out on here. [ she pauses, head tilted a bit as her brow furrows ] I can't figure out if you're the type that would want to know everything right away, or wait to find out for himself.

[novelizes]

[ he's not surprised by her reaction. in a way, it's much like archie's, though her expression is far more restrained as is her way. he finds it interesting how composed she tends to be, even in the worst of situations and envies that about her.

but that's neither here nor there, he thinks to himself. what she's asking now is something that needs some serious consideration. without knowing if they'll ever make it back to their world, how will he know if learning about the future will affect his? he already knows that archie kissed betty, is still reeling from the fallout of that. so does he want to know what might have happened?

part of him burns to know. glancing over at the serpents jacket he arrived in, he frowns. he wants to know what happens to him, if he joins the serpents for real ( because part of him has been considering it ) and how that might affect his relationship with betty. and then there's the whole he broke up with betty bit that archie disclosed. how could he have possibly broken up with her when he loves her so much?

jughead is a complicated individual. he's intelligent, quick-thinking, and definitely suspicious of the world they're currently in. so he's not sure if knowing the future will benefit or harm him. taking a moment to sip his coffee, he makes a noise in the back of his throat. ]

Not gonna lie, I'm tempted. But we're dealing with unknown factors in this place and there's no knowing if we'll make it back. If we do, it wouldn't be good for me to know my own future. Archie's already told me too much already.

[ronnied]

Perfectly practical, as always. See, if it were me? I'd want to know everything. But it's your decision, so until you ask-

[ yes, she's zipping her lips and throwing away the key. and now she's taking a time out to get to that coffee Jug set out for her, adding a splash of milk and a little too much sugar. she usually starts her morning with orange juice, or even a mimosa if her mother isn't paying attention. so she's not really a coffee purist. still, she seems pretty content after taking a long sip from her cup, holding it in both hands. ]

So that just leaves us with what I've missed out on, getting here late. Besides the chance to throw you and Betty the most epic housewarming party you've ever been a part of.