aftr_ooc | TEST DRIVE MEME ( 006 )

Test Drive Meme #6

Hello, and welcome to LifeAftr! We’re pleased that you’re expressing an interest in the game. Here, you can test the waters, gauge how your character may fare in the world of LifeAftr, and even gain some in-game incentives, if you so choose.

Remember that Reserves will open on December 17th! Due to the holiday season, Applications will be opening on December 26th, with an app period shifted to end on January 2nd instead of the usual timeframe!

Two important notes:

1. LifeAftr's test drives take place on the island of Mu, which exists apart from the real world and possesses a dream-like quality that characters are innately aware of from the moment they appear on its shores. No need to panic or fret. Dreams are odd things, after all - and anything can happen in them. Why would anyone question where their mind chooses to wander in its sleep?

2. Due to the nature of Mu, threads in our test drive can not only be accepted as thread samples in your application, but can be accepted as game canon as well. In fact, certain choices your character makes in Mu have the potential to bear in-game consequences, largely in the form of test drive reward items.

United We Stand
This particular month, Mu has seen fit to recreate the strange, dichotomous island of Monsun. Most of the information regarding this peculiar land can be found in the informational post linked, but as a quick rundown: Monsun's western side is a hot wasteland of a desert prone of disasters and mishaps, but will affect your character's emotional and psychological state in a positive sense, while its eastern side is a verdant forest filled with endless resources...as well as a tendency to bring out the absolute worst of your character.

The western region blazes with a vengeance, the imaginary sun roasting overhead. The psychological effects of this area of island will shine far more kindly upon you than the sun does; your character's best qualities have been brought to light, and the longer they remain here, the more profound those qualities will become.

This is probably a good thing, too. Because those cactus plants on the horizon seem to be moving closer...and closer...

In fact, they aren't really plants at all.

Those who squint may find themselves thinking of another, cuter version of sentient cacti found on other worlds, but the mutual relation to a certain desert plant is where the similarities come to an end. Walking cacti are silent predators who prefer to slowly approach their prey, avoiding being noticed by their targets until it is too late.

Luckily, these creatures do not rely on projectiles to attack. Rather, their needle thin spikes can extend up to one foot out of their bodies in a fast, powerful motion - more than enough to puncture flesh and muscle. If you've ever wanted to try death by acupuncture, these are your kind of monster... but if not, a sharp weapon or fire will certainly help whittle down their numbers.

Regardless, all of your best qualities will come to light quickly in a fight, whether it be courage, diplomacy, compassion, earnest hope, or whatever other positive traits you might bear. Such is Monsun's boon to you.

Divided We Fall
The east, on the other hand, is the polar opposite to that desert wasteland. The sun shines evenly through the thick spread of deciduous canopies, which shade you from the worst of that unforgiving heat. The verdant greenery is perfectly temperate and even tranquil.

A pity that you'll soon find your worst qualities manifesting at a rather rapid rate. The proper Monsun generally gives you a twenty-four hour window before your most despicable traits start to flourish, but Mu, it seems, has sped up the clock significantly.

Scattered across the rich landscape, a herd of deer can be found prancing eagerly about, seemingly oblivious to their potentiality as a food source. In fact, they hardly seem to react to the approach of foreign entities at all. They're quite placid, and content to sit idly back until attacked - at which point they'll do little more than flee at a brisk pace.

What an ideal set of circumstances, truly. But should anyone else impose upon your peace, you'd better hope they don't mind encountering you at your absolute worst.

Don't Fear the Succ
You wake on a boat. It's a very nice boat, make no mistake, weatherbeaten and worn as it may seem, but it's still a boat, and you're still surrounded with lapping waves, as far as the eye can see. Or as far as the eye can sea.

Still, no reason not to make the best of this, right? Just sit back, relax, and let the wind take you wherever it may. You hardly need to eat or sleep in the regular sense in dreams, and this might be a good deal more picturesque than many of the dreams you're probably used to. All told, this is really quite a nice diversion -

Hold on. Did something just bump up against the hull?

Yes, in fact. Something did. Something with long, long, reaching tentacles that will soon snake over the deck to try and grasp your vessel in a death grip much like that of a boa constrictor: designed to crush and destroy.

It seems you've run afoul of that legendary creature of the depths; the one that every sailor most fears.

A kraken.

Hope you're not averse to a little hentai.

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My comfort is nothing compared to your safety.

[ Ah, how noble this person feels, to be sloughing off something they normally hold in such high esteem! What an exquisitely heightened feeling of calm lightens their heart despite these arid climes!

They reach out to touch Red on the arm....

And tip forward, blacking out. This outfit is, like, four layers of clothing. And gloves. And a hat. Most of which are black.

It was not designed for desert scenes. ]

[Oh dear god. She might not know about extreme temperatures but, uh, that's not good. Sorry, she's going to pick her savior up and try to drag them to a shaded dune. And shake them a bit.]

Hey! I'm going to take some of this off.

[...Just the hat and gloves for now.] I don't think this is doing you any good.

[Says the person with a hoodie. At least the rest of Red's clothes are pretty light.]

[ The mysterious overdressed desert wanderer is out cold (or out hot, as the case may be). Their head lolls dramatically but attractively as they're shaken, gold mask staying in place.

Removing the gloves reveals a well-kept pair of hands, no calluses. Removing the hat frees a shiny head of sleek silver hair that would probably start curling if it wasn't cut short.

They breathe through their mouth, the picture of tormented stoicism. ]

[Oh... Oh no, that's definitely not good at all. She's just going to remove the mask and see about that coat. Or Red would until she remembers something. She takes out a small flask of water ~~just the thing to restore your SP~~.

Now, the question is will the stranger choke if she tries to pour the water into their mouth.]

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[ The face beneath the mask is young, and sharp, and handsome, with entirely too many long dark eyelashes. It also contorts when water is introduced to the equation.

There is sputtering, and there is choking - but there is also rousing. ]

Hkkkkhhh---!!

[For a brief second she imagined someone else with silver hair and a young face but, no. It was just the person who helped her. Someone who definitely didn't have pink eyes.]

Easy, easy... Sister Red is right here.

Hhhh....

[ A hand goes to sweeping silver bangs as the figure sputters some more, then tries to sit up. It flinches at the effort, cheeks flushing. ]

What...

[ When those eyes open, they're way greener than anyone's eyes have any right to be. ]

[Green eyes... oh god, that's cute? And that meant the silver hair was natural. Good.]

Hey... you collapsed. You should be fine now, though.

I see. I've caused you...

[ wait

where is

her mask

Hibiki frowns. ]

So you've revealed my identity.

[ Yes, behold! Behind the mask of the mysterious stranger, there was -

a mysterious stranger! ]

I still don't recognize you, if you're worried about that. I just wanted to get you cooled down.

....Ah.

[ That's right. This is an unusual dream in which she's stranded in a desert wasteland. While she's never had a dream about people not recognizing her on sight before, she supposes there's a first time for everything.

Hibiki takes hold of her costume. ] Thank you. I'll be fine now.

[ And with a tug she - somehow manages to remove the whole thing, revealing her, um. usual clothes.

Aesthetically, who knows whether this is an improvement, but at least it's cooler. ]

[This is weird...but not weird enough for her to question.]

You sure? I can escort you back.

[Red, you're just as lost!]

[ This person smirks. Without the mask in the way, this expression is even more handsome. If sharper and a bit prouder. ] Leave escorting to me.

Nah, I can do it. [Grin!]

A willful maiden.

[ but

doesn't everything about her just scream "the perfect escort" to this girl????

because that is totally her self-image and her self-image cannot possibly be wrong. ]

[Not enough jprg]

I'm just returning the favor, y'know!

The innocence of your heart is warmer than this sun.

[ And they're in a desert, so! ]

[Oh no. She just stops. Her face entirely red.]

Ah...

And yet, it's refreshing. By your side, I need no water to quench my thirst.

[ perfect

escort ]

Ah, um.

[Oh god. What is supposed to say to that?]

I-I'm just doing my job!

There seems to be a shadier area in that direction.

[ Hibiki indicates a place where the horizon looks a little less death-dealing than the rest of their environs. ] You'll investigate with me?

Of course. I'm not letting one of those things jump you.

[Considering she's from underground, any shady spot is like a blessing.]

As the lady wishes.

[ You may think you're escorting her if it pleases you. It's rather charming, come to think of it.

Hibiki knows better. ]

[Red will gladly think so. Even if it's obviously not true.]

Red. Call me Red.

Then, Lady Red.

[ Let her have this. ]

I, Shikyoin Hibiki, shall accompany you.

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