xistentiaooc | Test Drive Meme #6 (tw violence)

Test Drive Meme #6

I want neither revenge nor relief.

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.

BATTLE WITH D.E.S.T.I.N.Y.

November has barely begun, when chaos strikes again ^[2]. Perhaps you've had weeks to settle in, finding yourself a new home and getting accustomed to the neighborhoods... or maybe you've had no time at all. Your daemon warns you of a massive invasion coming from the West, the ocean where you first arrived.

The enemy has come for you again. D.E.S.T.I.N.Y., the cosmic threat to not only your homeworld but the entire Multiverse.

When the violence makes land, it's shockingly similar to the exit from your original world, yet mashed in with the experiences and genres and world details of other refugees— soldiers in red armor wielding weapons of all kinds, both advanced and rudimentary; airships, bizarre monsters; firestorms and quakes that seem sentient in the way that they move, pursuing people through the beach and the forest. You see the injured and the dead, and people running in panic. Heat and gunfire break up the ordinary peace of wilderness, driving animals into stampedes and filling the sky with panicking birds.

There are children and doctors and engineers among the many refugees of Xistentia, and not everyone can fight back— but maybe you're one of those who can.

Think fast— that's a crimson spear launching at your head now.

The city's defenses are buckling too. While ordinarily, the civlization possesses unnatural physics that subvert violence, the onslaught starts to wear agains them. The only safe place is the Temple. Here, civilians and injured combatants are banding together to try and boost morale... which coincidentally also can boost the defenses of the land by with the energy collected from emotional connectivity. For better or worse, there is plenty of negative feeling to go around, the air thick with fear.

Whether you're recovering from injury or afraid to fight, you can still contribute here. Tell a story, sing a song, make a meal out of one of the cookfires started in the hallway, or even help with medicine. One thing is for certain: we're in this together.

NETWORK

Today, it's peace time. By now, the city of Xistentia has a population of over 500 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 notification, that reads:

TEXT MESSAGE SENT

It would appear that your daemon accidentally sent a text message misfire.

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.
This is connected to the war plot, coming up in November. Please read the announcement for more information! Features include good, old-fashioned violence, hurt/comfort, and "drift compatibility."

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𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘀𝗵 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 ➨

[ this is crazy. sheer and utter madness. not like the madness of the house party that was thrown, on his birthday, at archie's house. not like the madness that is cheryl blossom. not even the madness that took over riverdale after the murder of jason blossom. no, this is a whole other kind of crazy because jughead jones has no idea how he got here, to this beach, in the middle of a fiery wreck. because the last time he checked, he was with his girlfriend betty, trying on a coat given to him by his father's southside serpents. that had been wild enough for him for one night. but now it's day and he's stumbling out of the wreckage, glancing around wildly as he tries to straighten his beanie on his head. his jean jacket is smoldering and the flannel shirt tied around his waist is torn into rags, but everything else seems to be intact.

so he's having a dream of some sort, dealing with some kind of bizarre nightmare and just needs to wake up. but pinching himself only hurts, making him curse under his breath before looking up and glancing around again. ]

I don't suppose some answers would be too much to ask for. [ spoken to the world at large, tone dry as a desert because he doesn't expect an answer. ]

𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲 ➨

daemon: crowned
hey, sorry about the serpents showing up
but don't worry
i'm not joining them

𝗻𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 ➨

daemon: crowned
12:11am
All stories come to an end. Some, sooner than others. The story of Riverdale can be considered one of the many cut short before its proper ending. It started with a beautiful girl and ended with a lonely boy, but it's everything in between that really matters...

omg
no one told me there would be bed time stories tonight
please, continue

I wasn't expecting an audience. Guess I should be thanking my daemon.

Edited 2017-11-09 01:57 (UTC)

yeah
they do that sometimes, the posting against your permission thing
at least it wasn't anything embarrassing?

yes, there is that for which I can be thankful.
so i take it this happens often here?

it happens pretty frequently, I guess
didn't really think too much about it

why would you join up with snakes?
sounds like trouble to me.

not literal snakes

are you speaking of a treacherous or deceitful person, then?

it's the name of a gang
my father used to be in charge of it

oh, okay.
there's no gang named that here.
at least, i don't think there is?

yeah, i figured that out
when i figured out i'm not within cell range

that was meant to go to my girlfriend
but since my world just ended
and she's possibly dead,
my daemon decided to send it to someone else.

[wow, uh, heavy stuff there, Jughead.]

i'm sorry [because what else does he say to that?]
there's a chance that she's still alive
and that your world wasn't destroyed
we just need to go back and make sure!

isn't that why we're all here?
to rebuild our worlds?
to SAVE them?

exactly right!
as long as we work together, we'll save your world.
and your girlfriend. (:

forgive me if i'm not so hopeful
cynicism is my default state.

no reason to apologize.
i've met quite a few people that revert to that state.
simply makes it easier to spread the optimism!

Test Drive Meme #6 (tw violence)

jughead jones → riverdale

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