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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[ Otus' eyes widen at the little hand, reaching out to help him. A white mask? With horns? And they're so small. It's hard to tell what they're thinking, but...

It's a hesitant hand that reaches up. That looks like it wants to help. His shoulders sag a bit-- the help would be so nice...and there's nothing alarming about the little being in from of him, other than not knowing who he is.

A soft little 'hoo' and a hesitant nod reveals his arm to the little creature. Yep. There's needles. Otus the cacti. That'd what Geddy'd call him, if he were here. ]

[ They inspect the arm carefully, determining the best course of action.

Then they pat Otus' shoulder in something like reassurance before yanking out a needle in one swift motion. It will cause some pain to Otus, but it's more of a pinprick than anything. They repeat this treatment as quickly as possible, tossing needles away onto the sand, until they've removed them all.

They don't have any bandages, but they have their cloak, at least. They can't really tear it up, but for the moment they extend a flap of it to cover Otus' arm and staunch the bleeding that's happening there, pressing it down gently. It feels cold, and has a strange, smooth texture to it.

They look at him, and raise their free hand to their face, tapping the side of their mask. Does Otus want them to remove that one, too? ]

[ Otus has...never really had a check-up before, but he imagines that if he ever had, that it would be something like this. A comforting pat preludes the main course-- which makes his skin and feathers fluff out a little in shock at the pain...but it's fast, and though it hurts, it doesn't hurt for very long.

With a soft rub of his gloved hand, he tries to soothe the agitated skin, and then the little hero presses their cold cape into everything and he lets out a small sigh. It feels good. He was warm from the sun, anyway, and the cool cloth-like press is nice.

Otus catches them pointing to their mask, and he crouches down a little bit to give them access to his cheek. It hurt, but they were able to pull everything out. So...this is fine. They're gentle...and having all of the thorns out would be marvelous.

Do your worst, tiny bean. Otus shuts his eyes tightly to prepare for the quick pain. ]

[ They pat Otus' shoulder again - they're not anything close to a doctor, but of the impromptu patients they've come across in their travels, Otus is probably the most well behaved - and then yank the last needle out. It stings for a little bit, but it's better to have it out than in.

They remove their cloak from Otus' arm to press it to his cheek instead for a little while, just as gentle. It seems to be very absorbent.

The knight looks at Otus, tilting their head inquisitively. Anything else? they seem to be asking. ]

[ a small, alarmed whistle escapes his mouth...and wearily, he leans into the press of the cool cloak. Did it. It's done. It's a bit strange to be conversing with someone who also doesn't seem to speak. Are they mute, too? Behind him, his cloak expands and flaps softly, creating a warm breeze. After moving himself upright, He holds out his hands-- I can carry you.

It'd certainly be faster than walking, and being airborne offers that sweet, sweet wind. Otus cracks an appreciative smile. You are a good bean, and can definitely be a good friend, also. ]

[ They were made to be without speech; no voice to cry suffering. Not that they have much of a way to convey this in a short form.

They look up at Otus, and there's the impression that had they a normal face, they might have blinked. But they catch on quickly, and place their hands (nubs? there don't seem to be conventional fingers) in Otus'.

This is probably what he wants, right? They're pretty sure. ]

[ Otus takes his hands and holds them firmly, then lifts off the ground slowly. There's nothing to shoot here, so he keeps the small knight's little hands wrapped in his slightly larger ones, and the flight looks effortless. He goes at a moderate pace, nothing too fast, and not too high....the height gives him the jitters, and he struggles with going too high anyway.

Whatever. The breeze rushes through his feathers and leaves warm kisses on his revealed skin. He looks down to his new little companion to make sure that they're okay.

You okay down there, new friend? Hanging in there? ]

[ The knight isn't sure what to expect from this, but being taken up into the air isn't it.

Compared to the weight of someone like Alphonse or Geddy (or Twig, even), they're light as a feather. They hardly seem to weigh anything at all.

Right now, though, they're watching the world skim past with every sign of enjoyment. Or...they're relaxed, at least. They're capable of 'flight', of a sort, but this is much more interesting. They can see the world going past, for one.

They look up when Otus looks down at them, and nod a little. They're okay! ]

[ Good. He soundlessly continues, cloak creating gusts of wind to keep them airborne and moving forward constantly. It isn't until a small, shaded alcove is discovered that he lowers to the ground and releases the little knight's hands. Sweet, sweet shade. After landing, the little owlboy brushes his shoulders off a bit and stares up at the sun under the gauntlet of his hand. It's...hot. Why is it so hot?

His cloak offers little cooling power, but he won't take it off. Not even if he melts under it. No, sir. It raises another question though...

...where are we? He's been looking for other islands since they were in the sky, and saw...nothing. Absolutely nothing. It's a little concerning... ]

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