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

jesper fahey / six of crows duology

[jesper]

☆ crash landing

[ The skip isn't built particularly solidly, and it crunches into the shore, splintering apart into driftwood. It's not the only thing fragmenting; from where he's landed with a mouthful of sand, Jesper can hear the sound of explosions, feel the metal without looking. When he rolls to his feet in a cloud of peppery grey sand, it's with his guns out and at the ready — like that's going to do anything.

He looks back. Beyond the chaos on the beach, beyond the breakers, beyond the point where the water is so far away that it tricks the eye into believing it's still, he strains for a sign of the world he just came from. There's nothing but the horizon. The engine fire spilling thick smoke in a long upwards column to mar the blue sky isn't anything like the smog-grey of Ketterdam as it had vibrated apart.

There's a ringing in his ears and Jesper shakes himself out of his panicked daze, sheathes his pearl-handled pistols, runs back towards the wreckage of the skip, even though he had already realized he was alone in those shocking milliseconds before impact. Even if Wylan or Kaz isn't lying injured amidst the wreckage, his craft wasn't the only one. Maybe he can make himself useful. ]


☆ fairgrounds

[ Now this, this is far more his element, even if he can't help thinking the whole fair looks like it was designed by someone who'd read about these kinds of places but never really experienced them. A jumble of things to do, and most of them more wholesome than the kinds of entertainment Jesper was used to.

Or — maybe not quite so wholesome. ]

You've got to be kidding me.

[ As he stares at the phallic food being sold by one vendor, unable to stop the corners of his mouth twitching up. He orders one, of course.

Still, gambling's gambling, and he's drawn to the kinds of attractions that have lit up signs and rows of large plush animals. Turns out his luck's no better when it comes to spinning this wheel than the black-and-red Mekker's wheel in the casinos back home, and he can't quite get the trick of dropping light little balls into the open mouths of clowns, but the ring toss, oh. The same unconscious talent that makes him a precision marksman guides every skipping, skidding ring across the bottles to hang upon the brightly colored ones.

Which is how gangly, brightly-dressed Jesper comes to be navigating this fair with a large purple squid-like plush in his arms, tentacles so long they're nearly dragging in the dirt. ]


☆ notes
(( feel free to set your reply in the middle of any of these scenes! or interrupt them with your own calamity! or just 'choose your own adventure' it up, though you may have to hold my hand, i'm still familiarizing myself with the game's setting and tone. c: if you need to check something or chat, i have disco or you can pp fsociety ))

(( also, jesper is: tall, dark-skinned with grey eyes, late teens, pansexual, he/him, with a londonish south africanish blur of an accent. ))

crash; some timey-wimey here if u pardon me

[pillz]

[panic and fire go together better than most of the other parts of this scene do. there are people in designer jeans running past others tumbling about in shiny blue spacesuits, and that person over there is definitely carrying a sword twice the width of their body. somebody else appears to have ridden in a black steed with fire for fetlocks.

so the boy in the car is no less out of place, maybe. somewhat less on fire, somewhat less in a panic. he has spiky hair and sunglasses on, which jesper can see through the window when the white vehicle comes skiddin up with a spray of sand, half-sinking in the warm white substrate.]

Come with me if you want to live, [the bulgarian boy crows at him, his voice as jagged and bright as wrecked glass. kavinsky hasn't felt well lately, but it's hard to tell that right now. helpfully, he unlocks the door.]