Test Drive Meme #5

[spoofer]

Test Drive Meme #5

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

INTRODUCTION ⇄ FAQ ⇄ APPLICATIONS

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
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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]

[it's a shame that he's an awkward mess around pretty ladies!!]

of course!
it will be interesting to dye hair that isn't my own.
i can't promise that it will be perfect, but no one has said anything about my bangs, so ...

[hasitsthorns]

[ Actually, for Rose, that might be even better. She loves them bumbling and blushing. Especially around her. ]

I'm sure it'll be perfect!
do you think you could do ALL the colors?
like a rainbow???

[shadowblends]

[well, then Kurt might just be a pitiful mess around her. at least he'll be a gentleman, though?]

'perfect' is a strong word to use. [he's not that confident in his abilities.]
it might take me a while, but yes, i could do any and all colors that you might like to have!

[hasitsthorns]

[ Rose wishes she could say she'd be a lady, but... Eh. ]

aw, c'mon
i'm sure you're great at what you do!
and awesome. i've got nothing but time here

[shadowblends]

[which is fine! everything is totally fine.]

thanks for the vote of confidence :D
splendid! i'll have to find all the stuff i need, but once i'm finished, you shall be a walking rainbow.

[hasitsthorns]

[ T o t a l l y. ]

finally
my true form
what I was always meant to be

[shadowblends]

[sorry, rosie-- he needs a second to control his laughter.]

you'll hypnotize everyone with your astounding beauty
and newly acquired hairdo

[hasitsthorns]

i already hypnotize people with my beauty, dude
but now i'll just be extra powerful

[ Not wanting for confidence, this one. Or at least that's how she likes it to appear. ]

[shadowblends]

[oh, gosh! she's pretty and confident? what a deadly combination, even if it is used to keep up appearances.]

careful with all of that moxie!
you might hurt someone

[hasitsthorns]

oh not to worry
I'm a lover, not a fighter
(^_-)-☆

[shadowblends]

ohhh!
a woman after my own heart ╰(・∇・╰)