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

[rootaccess]

[ Despite no longer being in the rain, the small shop isn't nearly warm enough to dry Darlene very quickly... or at all. She's actually pretty sure that she can feel a slight breeze coming from the vents overhead. ]

Yeah. [ Her answer is clipped, still focused on the things inside of her bag and making sure that they're only slightly damp and not soaked through. ] I thought that the weather predictions here would be as unreliable as where I'm from, but lo' and behold [ She gives a less than enthused wave of her hand to the downpour outside. ] the assholes were right.

[deathstouch]

Such predictions are always accurate just enough to frustrate but not enough to make one prepare.

[ He is not very good at this socializing thing. Looking out the rain he doesn't particularly want to go out into it himself -- however his horse is still out there, although, Thanatos really doesn't care abut the rain. He doesn't himself mind it so much in comparison. ]

Where were you trying to go?

[rootaccess]

[ Darlene gives the man a look -- probably because his manner of speaking is... well, a little strange to a New York millennial. But, with all the other weird shit that's been happening to her, the fact that someone talks a little oddly should have been something expected. ]

Yeah, whatever.

[ She's just so charming, isn't she? ]

An electronics store. [ She zips her bag back up, now turning her all of her attention to the other. ] My daemon's been acting up, I was hoping there was somewhere to fix it.

[ You know, you've never been a very good liar, why do you keep trying? A voice chimes from the pocket of her jacket and she shoves her hand inside to grab a hold of her daemon, hopefully shutting it up. ]

See what I mean? All it does is talk this bullshit all the time.

[deathstouch]

[ Aric never pretends that he speaks normally. His speech patterns are sometimes a hodge podge of the centuries he's lived but often rest more heavily on his origins -- even though that was a completely different language. The look from the young lady doesn't phase him at all. ]

Or you're lying... which doesn't help you very much in a situation like this.

[ Aric seems amused by all this. ]