TEST DRIVE MEME #3

[spoofer]

Test Drive Meme #3

I walk around with all my violent decisions.

Prison World Prequel: Spidermarvel

D.E.S.T.I.N.Y. has learned a new trick to stop characters from defying the end of the multiverse. These are prison worlds, alternative universes, where prisoners are brainwashed into native conflicts so that they will kill each other.

NEW CHARACTERS: BRAINWASH

One minute, you're escaping your dying homeworld. Perhaps through a wormhole, perhaps with some incredible leap of technology, sorcery, or on a magic steed— regardless of the how, the why was clear. Everything you once knew tearing apart at the seams, facing utter destruction at the mercy of an apocalypse no one had predicted.

The next instant, you topple into a street covered in rubble. The Battle of New York (spoilers in the link) rages around you.



Armored humanoid aliens, the Chitauri, run amok in the streets, armed with staffs that blast powerful energy bolts. A hundred times larger, fish-like "Leviathans" are gliding through the air, with fangs as tall as people, damaging skyscrapers with their massive flippers, and ejecting yet more of the Chitauri from their sides. Around you, fires burn and humans are running in every direction in panic, barely taking a second to notice anything outlandish about your appearance. In the distance, there's a blue, glowing portal hundreds of feet in the air.

Maybe you stand and fight. Perhaps you find a citizen or a fellow world-hopper bleeding and hurt and you try to help. Maybe it's the faraway portal you're going for, assuming this is just that damn apocalypse again— but that's when something feels ever so slightly wrong.

This is the sensation of your memories starting to warp, your very identity shaping to fit this world. Your powers starting to flicker, gutter, not operating quite right. Glance down, and for a split-second, it's like your hands are-- pixellated? But blink again, and it's over. Hell, there are more important things to take care of right now...

EXISTING CHARACTER: WRAITH MODE

Technology lights up in the Citadel, the defense systems coming online abruptly, dozens of screens and interfaces crawling with unrecognizable code— and special instructions. Using a visor at the Citadel, brief journeys to the prison world are possible. When you appear in the Battle of New York, the visitors appear like ghosts displaced from space and time. You are now in wraith mode, incorporeal, intangible, and invisible to most of the inhabitants of the Prison World. However, you can be seen and heard by the new prisoners, all the while retaining their personalities and identities. Simulation or transportation? It's hard to tell.

The Temple lights up too, revealing a new chamber filled with dozens of strange stone beds, dimly aglow. But the technology or magic there refuses to reveal anything else.

HEATWAVE IN THE CITY

A week after you arrive in Xistentia, you are still trying to get a grip with life in the city, your new apartment, still trying to understand exactly what's needed of you. The inhabited parts of the urban development have wide boulevards and beautiful facades, well-groomed trees on every street. The further you go from the growing colony, the more overgrown and wild the buildings look, small flocks of birds singing at you from the bridges.

Beyond the streets, the natural environment around you-- wherever you choose to explore— is supposed to be perfect; the weather in Xistentia is designed to be temperate in the city, hotter on the beach, cooler in the forest. But in recent days, the temperature has been climbing. It's a steady thing, but it's felt throughout the whole of Xistentia, and it's not long before it becomes unpleasant, humid and heavy heat that sticks your shirt to your skin.

Your daemon trills, requiring your attention. You've noticed that it now looks different now than it did back in the Prison World, no longer a simple cellphone. When you touch the hologram popup, the message reads:

F.A.T.E.S. WARNING SYSTEM
Threat Assessment: Mild
Phenomenon Type: Weather System Compromised
Predicted Duration: 72 hours

Due to massive energy discharge from D.E.S.T.I.N.Y.'s Prison World program, a heat wave has come. Residents are advised to remain cool indoors or hydrated outside. F.A.T.E.S. requests your assistance offsetting repair power costs by temporarily increasing physical contact, including intimacy. Remember, safezone protocol will prevent combat within the city excepting sparring at gyms.

With expected assistance, the weather system will be corrected in 72 hours.

Fate is your hands. Or possibly your arms, if you're more of a hugger. As characters initiate physical intimacy within the city, they may notice the nearest lamps in the streets brightening.

NETWORK

Chances are pretty good that your daemon is not a phone or a computer or a wax-sealed piece of parchment or a Howler, nothing with a convenient camera or a keyboard; it probably isn't even a pocket sized. Likelier, it stares at you with eyes that contain the lenses-- or powers-- of a camera, and some part of its body projects a holographic keyboard into the air. For those of us who are not accustomed to manipulating intangible light prisms, it's not very intuitive to type on.

But here's your network access. Accessible to all your fellow travelers in XISTENTIA.

Misfires, typos, and blurry video footage are likely. Time to feel like a Luddite!

CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE

sUPER FUN!

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. But like OOCly ask permission ofc.

Comments

[bratpack]

[ Suddenly there's dogs everywhere. As a canine himself, Wyatt has no kind of problem with that, and starts laughing as they snuffle at him. ]

Hey, guys! [ He says, while doing his best to give them equal pettings. They're all big puppies. Delighted, he lets them crawl over his lap and lick his face. He calls to the bigger ones, too, the akita and whatever the fuck that tiger dog is. He's never seen something like that before, but he'll give it some love.

Then there's one that talks. He lifts his eyebrows, confused at first, but then Hunterd raises his massive head. ]

Hello. I am Hunterd. We are pleased to meet you all.

We actually are. [ Wyatt settles back against the fake wolf and focuses back on Rose. Meanwhile, he's still cuddling her friends. ] These guys are awesome, you gotta introduce me. You got your own personal dog pack, I wish I'd thought of that. I been away from my pack for five minutes and I already miss them.

[hasitsthorns]

[ The dogs all start wagging their tails like motors at the cheerful greeting. Wyatt also smells familiar; he's a canine, just like them. At least to a certain degree. That goes a long way with her pack. And Rose herself. She regards Wyatt's friendliness with her dogs quietly, approving.

He also gets her stamp of approval just for this interaction alone. ]

Hello Hunterd, [ Apollod greets, his own tail wagging now. Seems like they'll get on just fine. ]

Gladly! Just give them a minute to stay still and I'll introduce them all, [ she says, no lack of amusement of her tone at the dogs that continue to swarm Wyatt for pets and attention. ]

You were part of a pack?

[bratpack]

[ Wyatt looks at Rosie over a mountain of fluffy dog. ]

Have a pack. [ He corrects, firmly. His bond with them is strained, but not broken. They're out there somewhere. He can get back to them. This isn't like before. He hasn't lost them, they're just misplaced. It's fixable.

At least it better be flexible. ]

They adopted me. I was with them, but the Door that brought me here got fucked somehow. I don't know, magic ain't my thing. I'll get back to them once this is done.

[ If this gets done. If they're not somewhere in trouble, maybe even dying. He'd know if they were dead, though, right? Of course he would. ]

Hey, okay. Come on, guys.

[ He eases the dogs into something like a straight line. When they're behaving somewhat better, he looks at Rosie. ]

Okay. So, names?

[hasitsthorns]

Have, sorry. My mistake, [ she says, even if she might not understand. Well. To a degree she does, actually. She knows how terrible it'd felt when Magnus and Alec had left Eudio and now the elation she felt at being reunited with them here. How relieved she'd been that Vanyel had made the trip too even if their timelines had been flubbed a little bit. ] I hope you get back to them soon.

[ Which she genuinely seems to mean. It'd been a sentiment she shared often in Eudio, wanting people to return to those they loved. Even her boyfriend, she hoped, would get back to the people he was close to back home. ]

Names! [ she chirps, a sharp whistle immediately following. All the dogs come to attention and settle down nicely at that. ]

The Golden is Apollo. Well, Apollod now. The two Leonbergers [ a point to the dogs that really should be classified more as bears ] are Robin and Maurice. The Akita is Marshmallow. The Growlithe - that tiger-striped one - is Blaze. He can breath fire, super cool. And finally, the three Huskies... don't have any names. Their owner, who I got them from, never named any of his dogs and so I kept that tradition to honor him.

[ She wonders if she'll ever stop missing Caleb Holt, but. The wistfulness passes quick enough. ]