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Xistentia: Mod ([personal profile] spoofer) wrote in [community profile] xistentiaooc2017-09-23 06:03 pm
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Test Drive Meme #5

Test Drive Meme #5
You wouldn’t wake; i couldn’t sleep for years.


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.
THE RAIN

Here comes the rain. Trickling down the rafters and tinkling down the trees, it starts as a drizzle and steadily increases to a downpour. Maybe it catches you by surprise, chasing you indoors or to share the umbrella of a friendly stranger. There's something oddly elaborate about the gutters of Xistentia's city-- it clearly carries the water toward the temple in the East, a storm system that causes the lamps to pulsate without threatening to shut down.


You'll notice too that you're prone to nostalgia which even infiltrate your dreams, memories sad or happy. This is easily a private experience, but you might find yourself wandering the city to get away from old ghosts or feeling invincible in the glow of memories. More oddly, whether or not you're an artist, you might be inspired to draw on the windows with your finger in the condensation.

Personal symbols, detailed illustrations, these inextricably lead back to the nostalgia. Whatever it is, it might pull someone to ask.
NETWORK

By now, the city of Xistentia has a population of over 400 people. Shops line the streets of downtown, and increasingly well-trodden paths will take you into the agricultural zones nearer to the forest or even down to the beach. There are still distinctive animal presences around— careful with that— but the most common critters you'll see are birds crapping on your stuff outside and tiny winged hairless people creeping your food.

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:
PHOTO SENT

It would appear that your daemon accidentally sent a picture, perhaps one from your photo roll or instagram, or a random shot of you or your surroundings. Wait. Was that a public network post? Wait—

IMAGE CODE TEMPLATE
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.
deathstouch: (003)

daemon: alized

[personal profile] deathstouch 2017-09-28 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
What are you?

[ He's a bit forward to the point of being rude at times. ]
deathstouch: (001)

daemon: alized

[personal profile] deathstouch 2017-09-28 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Does this picture have a purpose?
leovaldez: (qRmYDwO)

[personal profile] leovaldez 2017-09-28 08:11 pm (UTC)(link)
I guess we're about the same age then!
leovaldez: (EQ88VO9)

[personal profile] leovaldez 2017-09-28 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, my mom abeula taught me.

[ One of the only good things he got from his family other than his mom. ]
infatyuated: (【m】 006)

mikaela hyakuya -- owari no seraph/seraph of the end

[personal profile] infatyuated 2017-09-28 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙝 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 ➝

[ mika's already experienced the end of the world once. to experience it again is not much fun, especially when he's pulled from being with his precious yuu-chan to a crash site of an airplane. he hasn't come to any harm, fortunately, but he's been in better places and better situations. at least he's not thirsty... yet.

blood-red eyes glance around him as he takes in the scene. he's aware of the little black bat that seems to be flopping around him now and scowls at it, reminded of krul tepes' pet bat, arukanu, but as the bat introduces himself with a voice not unlike that of ferid bathory's, he finds himself saddled with a means for communication. not that he approves. looking around again, he realizes he's nowhere familiar, and it's obviously not japan. where he might be, he has no idea. but he does know he needs to get away from the scent of wounded humans before he feels that familiar burning in his chest and throat. so he sets his gaze on the forest, one hand on the pommel of the sword at his hip and begins making his way there. against the smokey, ruined backdrop of the wreckage and the sea, his white uniform is almost glaring, but he doesn't care. he doesn't shuck off any of it, regardless of how wet and sandy it is because the anti-uv black bands on his shoulder keep him from burning. besides, he's more focused on finding his way back to yuu. ]



𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠 ➝

daemon: tepesd


[ some twenty minutes later there's an addendum: ]

I'm looking for a Japanese boy with black hair and green eyes.
He'll be in a black uniform with green accents
he'll also be carrying a sword.
He's a bit of an idiot though
so please inform me as soon as possible.
Edited 2017-09-28 21:29 (UTC)
servomotor: (drankin)

daemon: fridayd

[personal profile] servomotor 2017-09-28 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
WHY ARE YOU TAKING PICTURES OF AN EMOTIONALLY VULNERABLE ADOLESCENT BOY AND SENDING THEM TO STRANGE WHITE MEN?
pillz: (hay)

daemon: moonshined

[personal profile] pillz 2017-09-29 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
tahts either racist & crepy fetishy or just like
real picky
wats wrong wit white boys in regular ass clothes wit great asses
infatyuated: default face in presence of shinoa (【m】 034)

[personal profile] infatyuated 2017-09-29 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ this guy has to be american. that's the only explanation he can think of. ]

it's a specific person.
his name is Yuu
pillz: (lmao)

[personal profile] pillz 2017-09-29 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
[he is definitely american.]

r u hittin on me
how about me
mi
speicifically me
i mena whats so great about yuu anywya
infatyuated: (【m】 025)

[personal profile] infatyuated 2017-09-29 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ it's like talking to an american version of yuuichiro, which is a headache all of its own. at least yuu is endearing. ]

Hyakuya Yuuichiro
That's his name. Yuu-chan.
Not "YOU"

Yuu-chan is the only family I have
I need to find him before he tries to attack someone
or something stronger than him.
thechairguy: (pic#11575898)

[personal profile] thechairguy 2017-09-29 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
What about Peter is emotionally vulnerable???

Also he's my best friend I can do what I want!

You're a strange white dude? Weird.

Also, I guess this thing has a mind of it's own and sent it out with the parameters "Strange White Men" or "Peter Parker".
Edited (I mean he's also a straight white dude, but that's beside the point. x2 it's way too late for me) 2017-09-29 03:09 (UTC)
ptrprkr: (pic#11691077)

[personal profile] ptrprkr 2017-09-29 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
But I only had one!

The Drama department was selling them, you didn't get one for yourself?
thechairguy: (pic#11575897)

[personal profile] thechairguy 2017-09-29 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
But I still need one from my best friend!
viewsource: (:\the long ride home)

[personal profile] viewsource 2017-09-29 02:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Elliot doesn't particularly take offense to the implication -- after all what would be the point of being offended by the truth?

There's a simple shrug. ]


Right.

[ Elliot mutters and it doesn't particularly matter if she actually hears him because they both know that unlike with anyone else he'll follow her without much question. He's not particularly keen on the idea of having to get into the water. He's all for getting away from the explosions and so he's following her off into the direction of what looks like a wooded area. ]
hermajestyssword: (wut)

never apologize, i legit cackled when i read this tag

[personal profile] hermajestyssword 2017-09-29 04:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[The stranger's unexpected appearance puts him on edge to start with, shoulders stiffening as he draws them up and back - as far back as the booth will allow, anyway. Then the boy actually speaks.] Wha- [The last year or so aside, his life has been a fairly sheltered one. Sheltered enough that the phrase 'nympho vagina' never entered his lexicon, and heat creeps up his neck and into his cheeks from just hearing it.

Then, somehow, it gets worse. He jerks his hand away from the window as if the glass just bit him.]
That is not my girlfriend-! [He doesn't have one, strictly speaking; however much he might like Esther, he's fairly certain she doesn't count-]

That is Father Abel Nightroad, of- [The squirrel daemon pipes up helpfully, snapping Ion neatly out of his thoughts and prompting him to cover her face with his hand. The interruption also gives him a few seconds to regain his composure and realize introductions are apparently in order.] ... Ion. [He returns.] I'm, ah... a new arrival.
Edited (i can never close my small tags ever >.>) 2017-09-29 16:32 (UTC)
mordacita: (f l a t)

daemon: kyd

[personal profile] mordacita 2017-09-29 06:01 pm (UTC)(link)
i am generally opposed to providing idiots with swords
at any rate i know no one of that name.
perhaps he will reveal himself in time.
infatyuated: please dnt (【m】 014)

[personal profile] infatyuated 2017-09-29 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
I am too
but Yuu-chan is only an idiot in that he
is too kind and needs to protect everyone.
Plus, he was manipulated into joining the
Moon Demon Company in Japan.
That's why he has a sword.

I hope he does. There's other reasons I need him.


[ mostly that he's the prime source of blood for mika. ]
viewsource: (:\more stereotypical hacker shit)

[personal profile] viewsource 2017-09-29 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's... all a bit convoluted at the end of the day and hard to believe anything he might have been told or learned or sees around him -- much less the strange person he's talking to now. He does appraise her a bit more than he had previously, there's some things that seem vaguely like they could be recognizable but not quite. In the end she doesn't seem like something -- or someone -- that he would have thought up in his head. ]

Elliot.

[ Because exchanging names, that's an easy enough social norm that he complies with mostly. ]

What exactly? [ His interest is perked. ]
breen: (❄ genuine)

[personal profile] breen 2017-09-30 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
[oh, but Sombra, yes. Jack can appreciate a good pun.]

that was a really good one. it took me a minute because i couldn't stop laughing!
breen: (❄ shock)

[personal profile] breen 2017-09-30 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
uhhh
a specific one? no, not really.
although, it totally looks like i'm missing a hand, now that i look closer!
shadowblends: (❧ incredulous)

[personal profile] shadowblends 2017-09-30 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
[Forward indeed, though Kurt doesn't seem to mind.]

i'm a mutant. [He's only telling the truth, after all.]
shadowblends: (❧ analyzing)

[personal profile] shadowblends 2017-09-30 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
['cool' is like 'rad,' right? that one kid at the arcade had said that.]

thank you!
for both the compliment and enjoying my hair.
the upkeep is difficult at times, but i like it too much to let it go.
shadowblends: (❧ inquire)

[personal profile] shadowblends 2017-09-30 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
[With relative ease, Kurt makes room for his new acquaintance, tipping the handle to offer Kavinsky more coverage, although he's careful to keep the big cat's hindquarters from getting wet. Oh, but how curious: sunlight can be a problem for someone?] Rain can become exponentially more troublesome. That prompts my next question, though. Why is the sunlight a problem?

[Because 'vampires' don't exactly exist in the mutant world. At least, none that he's met, anyway. His features perk as the husky draws closer, fangs gleaming without shame, wild eyes alight in the same manner.] Beautiful, [he compliments softly, offering one hand out to her while his own daemon finally troubles herself to lift her head and blink widely at the dog.]

My dreams have been infiltrated, too, ja. [He snorts at first, cupping his unoccupied hand around his mouth and nose then shaking his head.] No, I've always been blue. Born and raised this way.
shadowblends: (❧ quiet)

[personal profile] shadowblends 2017-09-30 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
No problem! [he pipes in response, making sure Alec has room enough to stand beneath the shelter next to him. Immediately, his attention is drawn to the leopard, though he averts his gaze back once the stranger speaks again.]

I am, ja. ['Demon' is the more often used term to describe his appearance. Kurt's heard it many times; he's glad that no one has seemed to call him that here. (Yet.) Lowering a hand to his side, he withdraws a small handkerchief and offers it out, in case Alec might want something else for his hair.

Sheba is equally interested in the new feline, adjusting her position so she can now crouch on Kurt's shoulders, front paws on one and the back ones on the other. Her eyes hold curiosity, but the way her tail flicks shows more playfulness than she lets on. He, on the other hand, inclines his head as best he can, the tips of his fangs peeking past blue lips.]
Nice to meet you, Sophia. [Then, right on back to his new companion:] Forgive me, I didn't mean to come off as rude by not giving my own name. I'm Kurt.
deathstouch: (006)

[personal profile] deathstouch 2017-10-01 12:10 am (UTC)(link)
You're not, are you?

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