TEST DRIVE MEME #11

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Test Drive Meme #11

To men that mix and meet her from many times and lands

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, 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.

"Chance" Encounters

Your first week in Xistentia^[2], it's obvious you arrived just after a crisis. The shield above the glinting green city is flickering erratically, shifting strange shadows across the ground. You see a few hazardous waste disposal bins here or there, and clear, glassy orbs that seem to match the bin slots.

But spirits seem high. People greet you in the streets, and you bear witness to a profoundly weird, sudden uptick of public wedding proposals that can't possibly end well? Still.

That's when your daemon starts acting funny. Whether by "GPS" routing you with wrong directions to wherever you had originally intended to go, or by physically pulling you off-course, your personal assistant seems bound to drive you right into the path of another passer-by.

You don't know them yet. But whether it's coffee spilled downy our front, an armload of groceries that goes rolling, or the fact that there's a bird visibly about to take a dump on their head&mdahs; you're about to.

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 prompt may be patched over into the upcoming event, which involves a welcome party that comes under attack.

Comments

[scarcastically]

[ erik's gaze flicks over him. ]

Can't see much to hide.

[shadowblends]

[he glances down at himself, head slightly tilted, tail flicking before he meets erik's gaze again.]

No, I suppose not, huh?

[scarcastically]

Just puttin' it out there.

[ it's not like erik doesn't have millions of scars on his body. ]

[shadowblends]

[a thoughtful hum as he places his weird plant back into its bag.]

Do you have experience in such an area?

[scarcastically]

Should I?

[ erik looks nonchalant. pretty normal, all things considered. ]

[shadowblends]

[kurt blinks, gives the other man a once-over then tips his head, completely unassuming.]

I don't know. Should you?

[scarcastically]

Kid, pretty sure I asked first. I don't have magic on me or anything like that.

[shadowblends]

Fair enough, [he acknowledges.] You seem like someone who's seen his fair share of battles, if it's alright to make such an assumption.

Most people who fight end up with scars of some sort.

[scarcastically]

[ erik's laughter is a bark. ]

Not these kind. But you're not wrong. I fought all over the world.

[shadowblends]

[an abrupt noise that makes kurt raise his eyebrows, but he doesn't resist grinning at.]

Like a soldier, then?

[scarcastically]

As a soldier, yeah. Nothin' to write home about, though.

[shadowblends]

If I may ask, what sort of soldiering did you do? I'm sure there are people who think differently.

[scarcastically]

[ erik chuckles. ]

Sorry, what kind of soldering? You serious?

[shadowblends]

That's what I asked, yes. Of course I'm serious.

[scarcastically]

Yeah, kid, I getcha. But that's not normally how people put it.

You either ask if I'm army or navy.

[shadowblends]

[well, he has no problem modifying his question for erik.]

If that's what you prefer, then are you army or navy?

[scarcastically]

[ erik shrugs, casual. ]

Done stints in both, but I guess I'm mostly Navy Seals.

[shadowblends]

Mostly, [he repeats.] Regardless, thank you for your services.

Being a soldier is not an easy thing.

[scarcastically]

No it ain't easy.

But that's kinda why I picked it.

[shadowblends]

Makes sense.

[an unceremonious shrug.] We need people like you to balance things out for those who aren't as bold.

[scarcastically]

Patriotic dumbasses who follow orders? Sure. But there are a million of 'em all around.

[shadowblends]

That's not exactly what I would call soldiers, but to each their own. I suppose you've worked with them more, so I'd imagine you would know.

[scarcastically]

Damn right I do.

I'm not big on the whole thanked for my service stuff.

[shadowblends]

I'll have to remember that for next time, then.

[scarcastically]

Good call.