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

[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?