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

[lacquers]

A thoughtful sentiment! [ Magnus' brow furrows a bit, as if in thought. ] I'm not entirely sure what effect it will have, once all's said and done.

I've been growing a few of the native plants at home, but I can't really claim to be an expert in the local flora. Much less the fauna!

[ Magnus can relate to the adjustment period, though he's already had a lot of time to get used to this shift in pace thanks to his time in Eudio.

... though, it's true he also had the club to run there. Things are different still here. ]

[jawsitivity]

Hopefully, it doesn't cause too many issues.

[ He'd hate to see this world disrupted when he'd only just gotten here, after all! ]

What plants are you caring for?

[ he asks, seemingly genuinely curious. The fact is that a lot of the flora and fauna here aren't familiar to him either... Anything he can learn will be helpful! ]

[lacquers]

If it does, I think there are more than a few capable hands around to help get things back on track.

[ He may be one such soul and also eager to volunteer if need be. Now, to answer that question: ]

I'm looking for things that can be used in potions. Essentially, I need replacements for the plants that are familiar to me.

[ Thus... ] I've started a little greenhouse to catalogue my... attempts, if you will.

[jawsitivity]

Don't you need insects and monster parts for potions?

[ That's sure the case in his world. Plants, too, but insects and monster parts are a must. The stronger the monster, the more potent the potion too! ]

But that's a very smart idea! I bet my friend would love to learn what potions he could make here from you.

[lacquers]

You can use those things, too, depending on the potion. I use some insects at home, but also things like werewolf fangs or vampire hair. [ He holds up a finger. ] I never hurt anyone to take them, of course.

[ All his Downworlder potion ingredients are ethically sourced, friends. Teeth that fall out or hair that's taken a bit at a time, that sort of thing. ]

I'd be happy to talk to someone about this. I haven't really met anyone else with a similar interest since arriving! [ Magic, yes. Potions, no. ]

[jawsitivity]

[ Sidon blinks at that extended finger but smiles once Magnus clarifies. In his world, monsters are slain but a peaceful agreement sounds rather nice. If only it were possible. ]

I don't think I know what vampires and werewolves are, honestly! But I've heard someone else from another world mention it now, so I guess it must be common in other places...

[ Hm. Something to consider, anyway. ]

Either way, I'm sure he'd be happy to talk to you too! I'll let him know there's someone he might be able to brew potions with here.

[lacquers]

[ In response to that, Magnus would only say that there are a broad variety of definitions of the word "monster." He has heard nearly all of them. ]

From what I can tell, they're not uncommon in worlds other than my own. You might meet one or two here, actually.

[ He makes no promises, but. The odds seem pretty decent. ]

I'd be happy if you'd pass it along! I do like to learn from others where I can. [ For such a hip-lookin' dude, Magnus is sort of a nerd sometimes. ]