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

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?