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

[aberth]

No.

( Yes. )

It just surprised me.

( He's lucky ( or unlucky, depending on how you look at it ). His situation isn't obvious from first glance. The scars his childhood have left are hidden, marks on his skin under clothes, his hearing unnoticeable. Most of the time, he can pass as anything else but broken.

Most of the time.

Because right now, Adam feels cracked open. He wants, desperately, to go back to his apartment, to Ronan, and that's a new feeling too. He's already thinking of the excuses he could make, of a way to escape. But Thom is ringing his hands in a way that's familiar to him and so Adam shakes his head, carefully pushing all the broken shards back into their place. ) It's okay. But I think I'll pass on that.

[sanator]

[Thom frowns because while Adam seemed adept at hiding his emotions, that black void in his aura rushed into place every time Thom looked at him; it was so prominent that the healer could hardly avoid it and it was causing complications for him as well.] That's fine, yeah... totally. [He chews his lip again and forces himself to reach out and take a long sip of his coffee.]

Listen... I'm really sorry. I shouldn't go on about all that- [He runs a hand through his hair again, stress evident on his features.] -Ruth, my friend. She was teaching me about this kind of thing, its not always my place to talk about the things I can heal, just because I can heal them.

[aberth]

( Strangely enough, Thom's words make him think of Gansey. His absent friend had always wanted to fix things, because he had the means to, because he could. Adam had fought with him on that too many times.

It's easy, to regret something when you're no longer in a position to make amends.

Still, Adam has to fight the urge to rise, to leave. He wants to, badly. Wants to pick his way through the city to the apartment he shares with Ronan, and sink down into his thoughts. Rushing through it would be more of a sign he was affected than anything else, and so he picks at the label on his water bottle and lifts a shoulder in a shrug. ) I think the hospital's your best bet. Or maybe ask on the network if anyone has anything you could help them with?

( Other people might be less aggressive than he is, after all. )

[sanator]

[Thom nods at that, it was pretty clear now that the young hero had opened a void between them. A void that perhaps, if he'd focused a little more intently on Adam before zero-ing in on that ear, he would've been able to have avoided.] Yeah... you're right, maybe I should check those out.

[He pulls his own coffee towards him and takes a long sip, poking at Justiced to see if the Daemon could maybe find him a way to manoeuvre out of this terribly awkward situation.] Maybe there's all kinds of people that want stuff to be healed, but I should probably ask first... before I look for them. It just happens, you know? Like magic. [Except he wouldn't know the first thing about explaining his powers and Adam's concept of magic could be a very different thing than how Thom perceives it.]

[aberth]

( He nods, his dusty brows still pulled down. )

Your daemon should be able to help there. They take a lot of getting used to, but they do actually seem to want to make things easier. ( Barricaded, moved by some strange understanding, climbs back down to the ground and transforms. Adam's hand curls around his water bottle, lifting it off the table in a clear sign. ) Ask though, there are plenty of people here.

( And then he stands, gives Thom a small nod, trying to ignore the quell of awkwardness within him. )

I'll see you around, yeah? If you need anything, just look for Barricaded on the network.