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TEST DRIVE MEME ( 009 )
Test Drive Meme #9
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 March 17th, and Applications on March 24th!
Two important notes:
Remember that Reserves will open on March 17th, and Applications on March 24th!
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.
City Slicker
The walls of this place are uniform, gray-tinted, built from sandstone and clay. The architecture is deliberate and monochrome to an unkind extent; homogeneity, here, is the order of the day. All told, while a bit colorless, the place is not unpleasant, particularly with that periwinkle blue midday sky blanketed with soft tufts of cloud overhead.
Except for the shouts of armed guards pursuing you.
We say "fighting," but really, your best bet is probably to try and avoid them. Mu has recreated the ironclad system present on the island of Ai'tuoh, though it's eased some of the unfair advantages stacked against you: the militia are no longer cunningly concealed among the populace, and they do not fight with needles slid into arms before you can understand what, precisely, has just gone wrong. This way, at least you have a chance to run before they seize and sedate you.
Which we recommend, by the way. The running.
Sky Islands, or Skylands
While waking on islands is all very well and good - practically par for the course in LifeAftr, in fact - one might need a moment to adjust to the strangeness of this one. This one, it turns out, is floating.
And, if you concentrate just enough, you might find that these islands are pliable to even your will. You may be able to mold them like clay through focus of will alone, causing them to gradually shape into something familiar, even desirable: a home you miss, a place you wish you could see. But no matter how you try, you can only fabricate that which is non-sentient - plants, buildings, rocks, trees.
Just take care not to take things too far. You might find that the landscape does not take too kindly to being overly micromanaged. Too much projection of your conscious or subconscious desires will cause the entire thing to start to darken, crumble, and wither away...taking you with it.
And it's a very, very long fall back to earth.
[This prompt is a miniature version of our February event! Feel free to experiment with whatever details you uncover on the info post if you like!]
Kick Back, Relax
It's not all survivalist shenanigans and horrifying, mind-bending events. There are, in fact, plenty of moments of relaxation, of relief, and even fun to be had. Mu is not a wholly unkind being; it can allow you a much-needed respite in the form of something it suspects everyone might enjoy: a good old-fashioned party.
And at the center of it all, a cheerful bonfire that kicks up hot flares of sparks into the warm, rich blue of the sky. What a peaceful sight! What a jovial celebration!
Better enjoy it while it's here.
papyrus | undertewts
[ Papyrus, though a law-abiding citizen at heart, has broken many, many rules on this day.
Mainly, the fact that his monsterous, skeletal form resembles that of the undead. It's somewhat unnerving, though his long, flowing scarf is very heroically billowing!!! Those around him falter and whisper-- a 6'0" + skeleton. Wearing what resembles armor. Standing out obnoxiously, like a tidal wave of eccentric colors.
He watches the sun with empty, blackened sockets, and even though his bony jaw is set in something of a permanent smile, he seems even more happy. His sharp cheeks jut toward the heavens themselves, and he reaches out to grab you-- yes, you, with the arms and legs-- and squeeze whatever part of you he can hold onto (with or without accidentally hurting you; he's a very tough, model Royal Almost-Guard. He's practically there. Undyne says he's doing great.) while he points with a mighty, red gloved hand towards the sun. ]
HUMAN!! DO YOU!! SEE THAT?!?!?!
[ he stands up straight, putting his arm around your shoulder-- and depending on how tall you are, he may lift you off the ground so he can stand straight up. ]
I BELIEVE THAT IS CALLED....THE SUN!!! [ he firmly presses his free hand into his chest!! ] PLEASE, HOLD YOUR APPLAUSE, AS I HAVE LONG STUDIED THE LORE OF THE SURFACE!! NYEH HEH HEH!!! YOU MAY ASK ME ANY QUESTION, NEW FRIEND SINCE I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, I AM MORE THAN HAPPY TO SHARE MY ENDLESS WEALTH OF KNOWLEDGE WITH YOU!!
[ he's certainly something, alright. ]
--
[ someone here has done the tall skeleton the biggest favor ever-- and buried him in the warm sand beneath them. His bony head faces that pure blue sky and he watches with a trembling excitement. The ground surrounding his head rumbles. The lump of sand encasing his body...looks like a grave, doesn't it?
He's more than happy to lay here for a minute and accept visitors as they come to pay their respects to the greatest skeleton on the island. At their own pace! It's okay! He can wait!
Well, he can wait for a little while. The sky is pretty and the sand is headed by both the sun and the fire that blazes peacefully nearby. Anyone standing close enough or watching might see his head tilt from side to side to observe his surroundings!! It's just!! So much!!!
So many new people!!! ]
kickin' back
As such, the skull buried in the sand does not garner much attention from the Hunter. A skull is a skull basically and as long as it isn't going to bite his toes when he walks by, the Hunter doesn't care much either. The sever lack of corruption in this place has his attention more then anything right now.
That being said, the Hunter does take note of the skull moving. Again, not that unusual in Yharnam but that puts it at a higher notice then anything else.
Not that it can stop Papyrus from introducing himself, of course. However he may want to be careful. The Hunter is....obviously armed, to say the least.]
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GREETINGS, WELL DRESSED HUMAN!! YOU LOOK AS IF YOU ARE ON AN ADVENTURE! [ he's practically twinkling!!! ] AS A FELLOW ADVENTURER I, YOUR GREAT AND VERY ADVENTUROUS FRIEND PAPYRUS, CAN RELATE!! IT IS MY INTENT ON EXPLORING THE WHOLE OCEAN! AND PERHAPS THE LAND AS WELL!! NYEH! HEH! HEH!!!
this is going well, I think.
The only reason he doesn't immediately fire, however, is what Papyrus is saying to him. A) No skeleton or monster the Hunter has encountered looked like Papyrus and B) wasn't this friendly. It could always be a trick - and when you've died as many times as the Hunter has it has become a perpetual "Fool me twice, shame on me." when it happens.
So if Papyrus doesn't want to take a shotgun-like blast to the chest, he has around a minute or two to prove he's not going to eat the Hunter. Otherwise the skeleton better get ready for some brutal combat.]
this is so good. what good and important cr being built here.
NYEH HEH HEH!! I SEE WHAT YOU ARE TRYING TO DO, HUMAN!!
YOU ARE TRYING TO OUT-POSE ME!!!
[ HIS HANDS FLY TO HIS HIPS AND HE JUTS OUT AN AMAZING AND VERY HEROIC POSE!!! ] UNFORTUNATELY FOR YOU, I AM A SKELETON OF MANY TALENTS!! AND POSING IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE!!
[ he shuffles between thoughtful and completely vain poses, pumping his non-existent muscles!!! Eager to win this contest!! ]
I love it
Not that the Hunter has never, ever indulged in stupid poses before but a skeleton doing it is definitely a first for him.
He's not going to lower his gun just yet but he will speak up. The Hunter's voice is hoarse, having not used it in some time.]
...what are you?
kick back
She stumbles, sputtering and spilling her drink, and turns to look at the offending "object" in the sand.]
Trash! Someone left trash in my way! On purpose! Purpose!!
[She looks closer -- her compound eyes offer her better peripheral vision, but she is very nearsighted -- and she sees that it's... a skull. What type of skull, she has no idea. With all these strange bald mammals around, it's probably one of them.]
Tsk, tsk, tsk. Ate all its flesh clean off. Didn't leave one bit for Myia.
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HOWEVER, I, THE GREAT AND VERY HUGGABLE PAPYRUS, HAVE ALWAYS BEEN AN INCREDIBLY SOFT SKELETON!! AND VERY HUGGABLE!!
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GYAAAEGH!!!
[She has to stare in stunned silence for a second while she takes in what it's actually saying. She opens and closes her mouth a few times.]
...Soft skeletons mean broken bones.
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That, however, is the only delicate thing about him. Once he's stood up to his full height, he allows his scarf to trail behind him and cackles his very recognizable cackle. ]
NO NEED TO WORRY, RED-EYED FRIEND!! THE GREAT PAPYRUS HAS NO BROKEN BONES!![ his red glove presses into his chest. he looks very, very happy. ] HAVING VERY HUGGABLE BONES IS ONE OF MY MOST REDEEMING QUALITIES! OUTSIDE OF BEING VERY, VERY COOL!
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They're both six feet tall, after all.
She squints her eyes at him, sizing him up.]
Cool, huh! Are you trying to be cooler than me?? You can't!! Can't! Myia is the coolest on the beach! The coolest customer!!
[She lifts her chin up, folding her arms and feeling very pleased with herself, her point proven and all.]
City Slicker
S k e l e t o n.
It's a miracle she doesn't burst a lung screaming. Heck, Fluttershy doesn't even yell - she's much too petrified for that. Everything that's happened to her thus far has just been absolutely dreadful, and it's a miracle she's even been allowed to wander the streets at all...she's a walking violation with her pastel, yellow body, pink mane, and feathery wings. To be frank, she sticks out like a sore thumb, but her disposition is her saving grace.
Fluttershy is nothing if not totally obedient. She's quiet, timid, and sinks into obscurity to avoid scary situations like this. In fact, she's trying very hard to sink into the earth itself right now, kicking her back legs feebly as she dangles perhaps a full meter off the ground. Squeaking out softly, as her teeth clatter together.]
P-Please...put me down.
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I COMPLETELY UNDERSTAND, LITTLE NOT-HUMAN!![ his hands slam into his hips and he looks out over the scenery. Drab, colorless, and people are beginning to stare with a silent viciousness at his display that so deeply contradicts their lifestyle. ] YOU ARE SO TAKEN ABACK BY BOTH MEETING ME AND THE LIGHT OF DAY THAT YOU WISH TO SEE IT ALL YOURSELF!!!
I AGREE!! BUT PLEASE DO NOT ALLOW ME TO DISTRACT YOU FROM THE SUN!! [ he pauses, and then smiles his almost fixed-looking grin. ] OR DO!! I LOVE THE ATTENTION!!
[ he looks delighted in any case, mainly looking towards the sky and the clouds. ]
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Oh dear... She ruffles her wings, readying to take flight if needed. While Fluttershy is no Rainbow Dash, she can still manage a, well...flutter. And she spooked, she can (and has) galloped like the best of them. But, being the kindly sort that she is, she tries her very best to, uh...diffuse the situation. A skeleton is surely just another type of animal, r-right?
Yeah...that's. Um. I-I mean, maybe??]
Oh, yes, the sun is quite, um...fetching. But, oh...i-if you could please--I mean...if it's not a bother...perhaps? P-Perhaps you could, um, lower your voice just...a teensy weensy little bit? Pretty please? [THERE ARE PEOPLE STARING AND NOT IN THE GOOD WAY. Also Fluttershy believes those hush whispers aren't at all good, either.]
city slicker
There are approximately 70 billion trillion of them. The sun isn't special. But it's special to you.
[She grins and props an elbow against his shoulder. She tries to think of a question to ask him that she doesn't already know the answer to. You know, since he invited her to.]
How does a skeleton animate without muscles?
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SEVENTY BILLION TRILLION!! WOWIE!!!
[ he brings her back to their original position, comforted by the brief familiarity. His bones clack softly against his rounded battle body. ]
VERY CAREFULLY!!! WITH TRAINING AND SUPPORT FROM MY MANY FANS!!!
[ ALMOST IN THE DOUBLE DIGITS NOW!!!! WHAT A GOOD FANBASE HE HAS!!! ]
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Something about being near this skeleton man is so pleasant. And his reply to her question makes her laugh. It's the perfect answer she never thought of.
She has to know everything about him.]
Training paid off! Move like a piano sounds. All clicking keys and vibrations. Do I get to meet your fans too?
kick-back-relax (this is so cute?!)
Had it been hostile it's incredibly likely it would have attacked someone by now, given the location. The location is also another indicator that it probably isn't the sort of skeletons she's grown accustomed to - they've always been found in dungeons, old ruins, or areas otherwise tainted with void magic.
Her Emerald Carbuncle trots over and gives the skeleton a tentative sniff, then kicks some sand onto its faces when it retreats back to Era. She gives it a chiding look, because really, Carbuncle? That was uncalled for. ]