Test Drive Meme #4 (cw vehicular crash, moderate injury)

[spoofer]

Test Drive Meme #4

Fall toward me with your entire body.

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.


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

FAIRGROUNDS

Xistentia's late summer fair is on! As F.A.T.E.S. learns about different universes and different people, the event looks mismatched, beyond complicated, and you might wonder why, exactly, how to get ride tickets when no money is exchanged. But as you wander through, you can see a rollercoaster, a five-a-side soccer pitch set up for a tournament, facepainting, an archery range, a haunted house, a circus tent, a Ferris wheel, plenty of different food stands with eclectic choices all over, from kebabs to Taiwan's infamous penis-shaped waffles^[NSFW] to popsicles for two. Maybe this is only a front to get people involved with each other?

Everybody is welcome to man a booth, or just walk around and participate in the different activities set up around the fairgrounds.

NETWORK

One afternoon, you are taken from whatever you’re doing - taking a walk through the city, sunning yourself on the beach, running around in the forest shoring up defenses - by a message, appearing on your Daemon’s network screen. It’s a simple line of text, that reads:

NEVER HAVE I EVER...?

If you choose to answer it, you’ll be connected to another player at random. You both get 10 points. The loser? Owes the winner a favor.

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. But like OOCly ask permission ofc.

Comments

fair!

[lunasty]

One of the Yanks said it was fried dough, [drake says. he's tall and brown standing off to her right, wearing a t-shirt that fits pretty well, high top sneakers that he would have regarded as a fucking luxury at home. it's absurd that he just found them in an unlocked apartment, untouched along with a football and dozens of cute lemon yellow plates that he knew ari would like. he'd even smelled them and found no odor from owners past.

this is a weird world. but not as weird as american food.] Seemed a bit literal, but I reckon the worst that can happen is you sink your teeth in it and it turns out its real name is something hilariously dirty. [he winks at her, flirtatiously easy, and then steps forward to join the queue. perhaps misunderstanding her hesitation, he asks,] You want one? I'll eat the rest if you don't like it.

[she might notice he smells faintly of beer already. the fair's only been open for a few hours, but he does.]

[starof1]

[Glimmer understands most of that. The word 'Yank' flies right over her head, but she'll only ask about it if it seems really important. There's a lot of things here she doesn't think it's important to know a lot about yet.

She does look the boy over, but it's definitely assessing him for possible threat and not looking at him the way people might expect a leggy blonde to look at a boy. She crosses her arms over her chest, really glad she was able to find a t-shirt that didn't cling to them; she could turn into the bubbly airhead in a second if she had to, even in this, but she didn't want to be that around people she wasn't trying to get favors from]

I've never had anything fried before. My trainers said it would slow me down. [but she'd also been preparing to starve and to take any food that she could find--as long as whoever took a bite before her didn't drop dead.

She rolls her eyes at the wink. Crap, even in what's basically training clothes strange guys are seeing that. She'll have to work to prove herself in a totally different way than she had back home] but okay, sure. You first though, in case it's actually really gross. [she's figured out most people aren't bracing for poison in their food, so she's been trying to play like she's not either]

lmk if this is too infomodding

[lunasty]

[she smells

agitated. fear, a little. anger, too, or something close to it. drake knows a thing or eight about wearing aggression like armor, even though he soon learned to don costume layers of humor and drunken ease as well. people learn to lie all kinds of ways, but their scent tends not to betray— even though the information a wolf can draw from there has its limits. he doesn't know why she is this way. he doesn't know what she'll do.

but he'd put money on her eating fried shit and liking it.] Your trainers was probably right, my love, [he says.] But it never killed anybody to give it a try one time. It ain't like fucking cyanide or rat poison or anything. Fat works slow. [he gestures at her invitingly, that she might. you know. stand closer? and he scoots over a bit so she knows she won't have to get too close.]

You have a name, my darling?

[starof1]

[If she weren't so well trained to put on a smile and giggle when people said things like 'darling', as well trained as she was in throwing someone to the ground to strangle or stab, Gimmer would probably at least roll her eyes. Instead, she shrugs as she steps closer, still keeping what feels like a safe distance. She found a knife, but she really doesn't want to hurt anyone who doesn't try to hurt her first. She's doesn't like killing, she just knows how to do to keep herself alive]

Glimmer. [she says it shortly; she knows what some of the people in other Districts think of the names people gives kids in One--like being named after plants and shit is any better--so she doesn't take any pains to make it pretty as she sits down without the delicate, prissy grace she could be capable of, keeping a good space between them.

She still gives the food a wary look, even though it smells really fucking good] What about you?