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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[United We Stand A]

[A roasting sun, a desert wasteland, that seemed familiar. Normally she wouldn't have a problem with that, but when you've come to realize a few things that aren't... normal... about yourself, you start panicking a bit. Mostly the fact that not having to breathe or deal with normal body things for over two thousand years makes it a lot harder to deal with a regular flesh body. Especially when your clothing has been reverted to what you had worn at first death, normal if not a bit ripped and torn white pants, matching top that is very much more of a crop top now and plain black boots. All under a black torn and ripped worn cloak. That she's gratefully using the hood of to try and block out the heat, not that the black is helping her any.

A soft huff escapes from her as she finally just moves to sit on her knees, palms placed against the ground. God, she was going to die out here, wasn't she?]

[United We Stand B]

[So what does a squishy wizard that specializes in illusion and necromantic magic do when faced with an enemy that is clearly a physical fighter? Not much. Especially when the latter seems to be cut off from her.

Thus she's quickly trying to scramble back from one of those cacti creatures, yelping at the feeling of one of those spines managing to catch her in a forearm. Blood is new, been a while. Though luckily she's managing to pry the damn thing off of the creature, ignoring the pain and trying her best to get a brief moment to channel something, anything.]

This island's weird posi vibes mean this is Lydia's lucky day. Or at the very least, not as bad as it could be; Taako's actually fairly quick to get involved, for once, in the interest of what he assumes is a stranger. The ratty, non-distinctive clothing and cloak are good enough camouflage to get his foot in a door he wouldn't even be on the porch of otherwise. Not to mention the fact that there are apparently just, big fuckoff walking cacti now? Fuck that. Taako says no to all of this.

Three vivid darts, their glow made even more surreal under a desert sun, lay that motherfucker out, as Taako whoops in triumph. "How's that guaranteed damage taste? Cha boy's still got it."

He's clearly not the only one not into this whole walking cacti thing, really, given she's pushing herself back to her feet and biting down on her lip as she runs through a list of spells that may actually be worth something. Until those darts find that damn thing and it's on the ground, Lydia blinking slowly in surprise at someone being out here. Huh. Well, that's... a thing.

Uuuuntil she hears that voice and sees who it is, immediately pulling her hood further down her face to try and further conceal herself. Well, that's just fucking great, all she can do is hope that he doesn't recognize her voice for how hoarse it is.

"... Thanks. Been a while since I've had to deal with something like that." Especially given she's having to deal with it down a whole lot of pegs from normal.

It's not a wildly outlandish hope, considering how very un-Lydia her whole current sitch is, in Taako's admittedly quite limited experience. No smugly murderous theatrics and dope outfits here, just completely unrecognisable gratitude and commiseration. Yeah, no wonder he doesn't cotton on, just waves off her thanks and sidles up to the cactus thing.

Her attempt at concealment isn't even that sketch, given the circumstances. "Smart. You're gonna cook like an egg if you don't keep it all under wraps out here. Whaddya mean, something like that?" He mimics her displeased inflection exactly as he prods the cactoid delicately with the toe of his shoe, really hoping he doesn't get stabbed in the foot or something. "Not even any good loot. It's a cactus."

When you don't have the ability to effectively conceal yourself as you normally would and are stuck out in a wasteland you don't tend to bother with flashy outfits. It's just common sense, particularly when she knows something is wrong since her damn forearm is still bleeding which shouldn't be happening to a skeleton. Flesh and blood and bone, great.

She's shaking her head as she watches him for a moment, halfway hoping that his foot would get stabbed by that cactus thing. Seems not to be her day, though.

"Weird rogue wandering creatures. Cacti are a new one, though."

[ You know, there's something about a black-cloaked fellow wandering out in a dessert that isn't entirely too subtle.

He chalks it up to a weird dream shit. He's had weirder! He's had better, too, like dreams of rolling around in a room full of puppies. Man, those are great.

Anyway, it's pretty fucking hot out here, and the person can't be comfortable there.

He cups his hands near his mouth.]

Hey! You there!

...Hail and well met!

[A voice.

Oh god is that ever something she is glad to hear.

Not that she's recognizing it at all as she takes a deep breath to steady herself and try to push herself to stand once more, quite glad her hood is very good at staying over her head as any good cloak should. Ridiculous necromantic cults and their dumb fashion saving her ass right about now.]

Why are you out here in this shithole? [Probably not the best first question to ask, but curiosities may never cease.]

[Magnus, just stands there, hands rested on his sides, looking as cheerful a ever.

Why the hell is this dude so happy, standing in the middle of the scorching desert? Who the fuck knows. ~~Maybe they're a little too far west.~~]

Good question!

I have no idea. You?

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