xistentiaooc | TEST DRIVE MEME #10

Test Drive Meme #10

Now I'm lost in this gentle green land

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, reaching toward a brilliant blue sky.

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 rich, green forest across the sand. Beyond that, the glint of a faraway city.

Forest Party

Your first week in Xistentia^[2], they're throwing you a Hell of a welcome party.

Five evenings in the woods. A combination of magic and forward-thinking science has rendered this forest glade into a beautiful party venue. A mixture of white and jewel-tone lights illuminate the trees. Amply cushioned sitting areas are protected by gauzy sheafes of mosquito net. Not that there are mosquitos, but there do tend to be mischievious tiny people with wings out here— and these curtains offer some degree of privacy, as well, to those of us who would like to engage in discreet activities.

An unimaginable mix of flags and banners decorate the area: everything from animals to abstracted symbols, sharing space in harmony. There are people from across the Multiverse here, with cultures and religions that vary in time and scope.

Food on offer is a combination of native and imported fruits, candy, and of course, barbecue. Help yourself to steaks, skewers, chops, glistening golden corn, potatoes, and a number of local variants.

There's a strange, sweet liquor that will stain your lips orange and make your heart glow gently through the layers of your skin and clothing. Funnily enough, the light seems to grow brighter whenever you come near someone who you might fancy a little, whether it's how they look, or someone you may have met before. It would seem that the street lights aren't the only thing that feed off the emotional energy of the people who live here.

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
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CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE

hells yeah

Footnotes

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.
If you decide to join the game, this prompt may be patched over into the upcoming event, which involves a welcome party that comes under attack.