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xistentiaooc2017-09-23 06:03 pm
spoofer) wrote in xistentiaooc2017-09-23 06:03 pm
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:
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—
CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE
hells yeah
Footnotes
- 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.
- But like OOCly ask permission ofc.
Tonn Beag ⚓ Original Character
[ The rain is coming down in sheets that night, though the clouds did nothing to hide the flashes of light that marked the descent of the meteor storm. It's with increased urgency that a young, white-haired lady stumbles and dashes through muddied country roads and unkept cobblestone streets; she speeds along with tentacles and feet both, hoping to escape the storm before it can hurt her, hurt her friends. There's the crashing of thunder and stone in the distance; the howling of wind; and, amidst them both, an older woman's voice: ]
[ "We'll catch up, Tonn! Meet us at the seaside!" ]
[ The young woman can barely spare a glance back to the source, a brunette who was now tending to the young child beside her, and in her haste she tumbles, rolls — ]
[ — a gust of wind strikes her once, twice, sends her careening past a hill top and toward the roaring of the ocean below — ]
[ — and then, she wakes. ]
[ She comes to with a start, the sloshing of the sea ringing in her ears as she rights herself, and with her tentacles and her limbs she starts making her way to shore. Tonn's sure to hide the extra appendages as she comes close to the sand, not wanting to startle anyone, and once her feet touchdown she's immediately wandering, trying to make sense of what just happened. ]
2] little pictures in the rain;
[ Rain doesn't bother Tonn; as folks scramble past her, trying to get indoors, she's taking as leisurely of a pace as she could, with neither raincoat nor umbrella on her person. ]
[ It's the little things, really. ]
[ The cuttlefish on her shoulder doesn't seem to mind overmuch, either, its little tentacles reaching this way and that as drops fall around it. ]
Look at you! If I didn't know better, I'd say you could be a real fish.
I'm about as real as can be, excuse you, [ comes her daemon's lilting, slightly-digitised voice, one tiny red tentacle tapping Tonn's ear. It's enough to make the young woman laugh, warm and bubbly, as she dips into a building at last. ]
[ The foggy windows that line the entrance hall seem awful empty, and it's after a moment of consideration that the soaked young lass settles in front of one. She spares a quick, furtive glance before she lets slip one of her tentacles, using it as a third hand to help her trace and trail wavy lines and spiraling curves along the glass. ]
network;
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Fortunately, he catches himself just in time, but he spots her daemon first before getting a good look at the girl, cracking a smile.]
What a wonderful looking daemon. You must like the ocean too, hm? It always finds a way to keep me hooked.
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I do! The ocean is near and dear to me, [ she starts, before her nose sorts of. Scrunches up in realisation. What a horrible joke. ] Ooh, that was a very silly pun. You're a clever one!
My name's Tonn! Tonn Beag, [ she continues cheerily, then gently motions toward her daemon, ] and this little gal is Titimd! [ The little kraken offers a hand in greeting, for... high fives or a handshake or whatever the heck the kelp-headed guy wants to do. ]
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[He smiles at the mention of her name, ah, what a familiar call from home.]
Tonn Beag, hm? Then we're both of the ocean! I'm Farraige, and my daemon is Alvind.
[Alvind responds with a happy little spin while Farraige extends his finger to Titimd, gently shaking its tentacle in greeting.]
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Farraige! Oh, what a good name. [ Then, airily: ] It explains your hair!!
[ She means it in a nice way, really. ] And Alvind, was it? Hello there, friend! [ She spins right 'round in return, then curtseys. ]
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[He grins, running a hand through his hair.]
Moss, kelp, grass, it's been called all sorts of things.
[He nods.]
Yeah, Alvind is named after someone very special to me.
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[ Colour her interested, Farraige. ] Would you be willing to share? I'd understand if not, however.
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[Okay, that laugh is adorable.]
It's named after someone who taught me magic. There's my spells to control the elements, and then the magic to make friends.
[He reaches behind her ear, and with a flick of his wrist pulls his hand back, holding a small sea shell in his hand, gently pressing it into hers.]
Found that in your ear, but I do believe it belongs to you!
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[ HOW DID HE—??? ]
[ tonn.exe has encountered an error, please contact your system administrator— ]
[ Meanwhile, Titimd makes grabby tentacles at the shell that rests in Tonn's palm, slowly (and bravely) making its way down her arm. ]
I... You... [ Have a doofy smile, Kelphead. ] This is amazing!!
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[And he pauses, for a bit of dramatic posing and showmanship. Definitely Alvin's influence shining through.]
I would argue my best magic trick isn't to make things appear, but...
[He taps the ground with his staff, the sea shells almost seem to jingle a little song all their own, whistling in the wind.]
It's to make good people smile.
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Oh, you! You're too good a person, you know. [ And here she — finally — gives the little cuttledaemon the shell, which it holds over its head happily. Success. ]
So! What do you do around here, anyway? Are you a magician? Do you perform?
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[He shrugs, raising his empty hand before her and conjuring a ball of water that bobs just above his hand. The moisture to form it seems to swirl from outside his palm, as if gathered from the air itself.]
But when things get scary, I can defend people. I can heal them too.
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Does... does that take a lot of work? Learning something like that, I mean.
[ Don't mind the pale tentacles that sort of. Slither out from behind her and pokes at the water ball. ... It's fun, okay? ]
Because I'd like to learn something like that too! Helping people is what I've always wanted to do!
network; daemon: fridayd
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[ Wait. ]
... Did you just say "arachnid"?
THERE'S SPIDER PEOPLE HERE?????
[ SHE HAS TO SEE THEM. ]
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VERY PUBLIC WITH IT. I'D SAY INADVISABLY SO, BUT WHO AM I TO TALK?
I GUESS I'M GOING TO HAVE TO KEEP LOOKING. WHAT'S YOUR HIGHEST LEVEL OF EDUCATION ACHIEVED?
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My highest level? I'm... Blast it, what's the word for it? "Homeschooled"??
It's very complicated. And maybe even a bit unbelieveable!
sorry my whole life got derailed by wildfires, but i'm ok!! just slow
NEVER MIND, I'LL INTRODUCE YOU TWO. TRY NOT TO DIE.
HOMESCHOOLING WORKS SOMETIMES I GUESS. HOW RELIGIOUS ARE YOU? I'M NOT A CRITIC, I'M JUST ALSO NOT A FAN.
WHAT'S SO HARD TO BELIEVE ABOUT HOMESCHOOLING?
I'm glad you're okay!! Slowness is nbd, your health and safety come first <3
I'm not very religious at all, I'm just...
Well, I'm technically a giant squid. So I'm not really used to being treated like a human, or going to public schools. It's only been a handful of years since I've come out of the ocean.
(That's the unbelievable thing, by the by.)
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I can explain! Really!!
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If it helps, I'm not *always* in giant squid form!