Test Drive Meme #5

[spoofer]

Test Drive Meme #5

You wouldn’t wake; i couldn’t sleep for years.

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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—

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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

C-c-c-crash landing!

[rootaccess]

[ This isn’t the world as Darlene remembers seeing it last. She had been nowhere near the ocean, and while the world had definitely been in the midsts of plunging into chaos, it wasn’t this kind of chaos. The chaos that she remembers isn’t nearly as tangible as this is -- there wasn’t agonizing screams, or battered bodies, or any of the burning debris.

She remembers financial chaos. White-collar kind of chaos. Chaos that she had some modicum of control over.

(Then again, did anyone have any real control in this world?)

There’s nothing familiar. No high rise buildings, no hustling and bustling population, this is about as far from New York City as she can get. But then she spots him, the one constant in the whirlwind that has been her entire life. The one person that she’s always counted on, the one person that’s been there despite it all -- and even in times he may not have wanted to be. She's as devoted to him as she is to their cause.

The bottoms of his hoodie sleeves are a little tattered, but there's of course the hood pulled up over his head. She would recognize him anywhere. ]

Elliot!

[ She closes the distance between them as quickly as her legs will carry her, stopping just short of the other and looking him over. ]

It’s really you? Are you okay?

[ Cause very little else looks okay around them. ]

What the hell is going on?

[viewsource]

[ At least he remembers who Darlene is when she calls out his name. He looks up, and somehow it's surprising to see her. Did that mean this was real? But the questions that followed have a serious of insanity inducing questions going on in his head. How is he supposed to know if he's really him? Darlene, you should know better than to ask questions like this! ]

I'm okay... I think...

[ His brow is furrowed and he looks her over as she comes close. There's no one in the world that he loves except Darlene -- maybe he had had something a little like love with Shayla, a ghost of something else with Angela but Darlene was his family and she'd been there no matter how many times he forgot her. ]

I thought... [ He pauses and then changes direction on his statement. ]

This is real? [ If Darlene is seeing it then it has to be, right? Healthy or not she had always been a stable point in his otherwise unstable and chaotic reality. ]

[rootaccess]

[ Darlene might have lost it if Elliot didn't recognize her again. First, she had literally just lost Cisco to a flurry of bullets from the Dark Army -- even if there wasn't concrete proof of it, who else would it have been targeting them like that? -- she wouldn't have been able to keep it together if Elliot had treated her like a complete stranger.

The surge of emotions is a little overwhelming, she wants to throw her arms around him and hug him, but.... well, the Alderson's aren't really huggers.

So, instead, Darlene just keeps staring at him, like if she takes her eyes off of him he'll suddenly be gone. ]

Unless we're having some kind of shared delusion, this is pretty damn real.

[ There's a crash in the distance, followed by more screaming that seems to visibly set Darlene on edge. ]

We need to get the hell away from here.

[viewsource]

[ This is another one of those rare moments that Darlene certainly could have gotten away with a hug despite it's proximity to the last time that they had hugged -- then again unlike with everyone else he's more apt to let her get away with things. ]

That wouldn't be the craziest explanation.

[ Maybe this is the proof of the reality of the situation. ]

But where... [ Where do they go from here, really? This doesn't seem like anywhere that's even remotely familiar and how are they supposed to know where to go to be safe here? ]

[rootaccess]

Yeah, maybe not for you.

[ She pauses a beat, replays her statement in her head and then her expression drops a bit, along with her tone. ]

Sorry. I didn't mean... It's just...

[ Before she has the chance to flounder her explanation more, there's an explosion of flames just a short distance behind them that returns Darlene to the task at hand: getting the hell out away from here. ]

Anywhere away from here? I don't know about you, but I'm not trying to end up dead on a beach in who-the-fuck-knows-where. [ Her head swivels as she looks around: a treeline to one side of them, the ocean to the other. Not very many options. ]

C'mon. Unless you plan on swimming back to the city? Because I don't think that's the Hudson.

[ So, off she goes! Into the great unknown of the wilderness! ]

[viewsource]

[ 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. ]