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

[salveo]

Shit, look at that, off the rim! [ Praise came easily to Zeke, especially when he was genuinely impressed by Janus' display of athletics. It was probably something that came naturally for a Hunter, but Zeke would prefer that they use those skills for sports rather than slaying. ]

I'll take that as a compliment. [ Sounding like Janus? There were worse things. ] Maybe. I'll think about it. I just don't want her to mix them up. And I try not to make comparisons in general, I don't think they're fair. I wouldn't want you to look at me and think of someone else.

[ That wasn't subtle. Zeke rarely was. ]

[bangitybang]

[subtle as a jackhammer. janus looks at him a bit quickly, and then actually-- misses their next throw. they aren't very subtle either.] You're like no one else I've ever met, [they say.] And no one I ever will.

[they suspect that isn't what he means, but part of them doesn't want to know what he means exactly. they already feel a little guilty. they'd felt it eight years ago, but it's clearer now in retrospect, how easily they might have fallen for the gym teacher if they hadn't been locked up in agony about a certain psuedo-wizard. but they're refocusing now, picking up the basketball.]

When I'm with you, I'm just with you, [they tell him, because that much is true. and with that, they throw the ball again.]

okay to fade this one here?

[salveo]

[ that made him smile, happy as could be as he enjoyed the rest of his date with Janus at the fair.

Guilt? Maybe later. Not now. ]