Test Drive Meme #8 (NSFW)

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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

[pillz]

[there's a shallow hole in kavinsky's hand, that fits the shape of ignacio's tooth. there's a distant part of him, neither human nor vampire but something that probably predates either, young and boyish and angry and greedy, that understands a little bit of what ignacio is talking about. he's wanted it before, badly enough that it made him crazy with single-minded, possessive despair. maybe what ignacio's talking about is actually a tiny fraction of that— he doesn't know.

but these days, he does know enough to be careful. and funnily enough, it's actually a lot easier to recognize old patterns and pitfalls when it's packaged in something new, like a sexy hispanic vampire lord, with a big warning label that reeks of unbelievable, ancient power. he stares up at the man for a long moment.]

What, [he says.] Are you fucking serious right now?

[historically he has been very bad at preserving the mood anyway, unless your mood was (literal) tire fires and cocaine.]

[sadico]

I am fucking no one at the moment.

[ He replied with a quirk to his lips, obviously joking. He understood Kavinsky's apparent impatience with him, as instant gratification was a constant temptation for him. However, Ignacio's centuries of life were owed to his self-control, and he wasn't about to stumble now for a fledgling- however attractive he was. ]

I would be more than happy to fuck you, but I do not fall into bed with those who wish to forget me. You will know me first, and I you. We will become allies, friends, and share in pleasure together while secure in the knowledge that we would protect each other if need be.

[ His thumb caressed over the mark he left on Kavinsky's fingers, eyes intense, serious, hot. ]

If you desire me, tell me more of yourself, ask questions of me. If you think me ridiculous, then walk away. But know that if you change your mind I will always accept your return.

[pillz]

[the baby vampire looks at the ancient creature for a long moment, his hollow eyes slightly hooded, suspicious, questioning what ignacio's really after. there's a small part of his brain-- newly formed but surprisingly strong for all that, that worries if perhaps he's out here for a power struggle against rafaello, ambitions of besting him, taking what's his. (little does he know.) he doesn't know a lot about vampires— he imagines the predatory part of them must be savage and territorial often enough.

but then he reminds himself that they're all here united against d.e.s.t.i.n.y., after all. (little does he know.) ignacio chooses good words. allies? who doesn't need those?

and friends. kavinsky's better about that, these days. these past few years. he curls his lip for a moment, an arrogant sneer. but it isn't the same as a 'no.' it's just kavinsky's face. he cocks his head, but doesn't try to move it out of ignacio's grasp.] You know how to text?

[sadico]

[ Ignacio could tell that there was a lot of thinky-thoughts going on in that head of Kavinsky's, but he wasn't going to interrupt them. He allowed the youngling the time he needed to adjust to the proposal, then grinned when the question was presented. ]

Yes, I do. My daemon is called Conquistad if you wish to contact me.

[ He briefly touched the ring on his hand to signify that he kept his device with him at all times. ]