Test Drive Meme #5

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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

[shadowblends]

[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.

[pillz]

[kavinsky glances around for a moment. reassuring himself that this is safe— no 'masquerade' here, you know. being out and proud about his personal state of undead, a drinker of blood, predator of walking, talking people. surely that's less weird than whatever— kurt is, what with the unusually geometric pattern of his acne, his complexion. it's not racist if the person is randomly blue and speaks with a european accent so he would probably be white if he wasn't blue.

or something.]

I'm a vampire. Half-vampire. The other half of me is a whole other kind of magic. No sparkle, no Ed Cullen. I actually don't need to sleep, but I do, because I need it for my other shit. My magic. [he wiggles his fingers like he's casting a spell, but all that happens is that he ends up flicking water in kurt's blue face.] Check it. You're gonna be green tomorrow. Toad. Don't worry, lots of soft-hearted fucks in town will make out with you, looking for their prince.

[in contrast, the dog standing below is preening a little, happy to be admired. she's considerably less of an ass than her master.]

[shadowblends]

[Brow furrowing with incertitude, the little blue demon gives Kavinsky a once-over then tips his head in consideration.] You don't look like a vampire. [He isn't one to judge a book by it's cover, but wouldn't a bloodsucking fiend look ... different? Well, to be fair, the other boy did say half-vampire.]

But I wouldn't know. You'd be the first vampire I've met. [Which is totally rad, in his opinion. They're both considered mutants by his world's standards.] Okay, two questions: who's 'Ed Cullen?' And what sort of magic are you talking about? [Tiny droplets splash across his face, making Kurt flutter his lashes in an attempt to blink them off.] I'm sure they'll be disappointed to hear that it's not something I'm currently interested in.

[At least she has some manners.] Taking into consideration that I have no idea what might become of me tomorrow in this strange place, if I happen to turn green, you shall be the first to know. [A beat.] Only if you don't say, 'I told you so,' though.