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?


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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]

[ 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.

[novelizes]

[ he watches her as she goes about putting her coffee together, lips pursed because he's not sure where to begin. in truth, he's not sure how to address her. it's not like talking to betty or archie. with them, he feels comfortable talking about anything. but with veronica, he feels a bit skittish. strange given what he knows about her. veronica is no threat unless you make her one, and he has no intention of ever doing that. he thinks it would not do well to get on the bad side of his best friend's girlfriend and his girlfriend's best friend. ]

You know how I feel about parties. [ that's a good opener if there ever was one. ] When I got here, they were in the middle of a war. I just figured it'd be safer for Betty if she stayed close. I had room, so it seemed like the logical answer.