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TEST DRIVE MEME ( 015 )

Test Drive Meme #15
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 September 17th, and Applications on September 24th!

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.

Drawn to You
The forest is dark, silent but for the snap-buzz of cricket song. Nearby, the soft babble of running water threads its way between the rough-barked trunks, though the origin of said water is difficult, at first, to pinpoint.

Granted, you probably aren't paying much attention to the forest, or the water, or the darkness. You're probably more concerned about the creatures flitting to and fro in sparse groups, most of them quite small. They tend to vary in appearance - some look to be totally benign, while others considerably less so - but all belong to the same species.

Scribblets are wily beasts, dream-haunters by nature, and they seem to revel in the idle torment they inflict upon those who cross their paths. You, dear travelers, are no exception. And while they are quite easily crushed into dust once caught, they are exceedingly slippery, agile creatures that are most difficult to pin down.
If you're not careful enough, the scribblets will fasten a peculiar tether to you. It looks very much like it is made of the same materials they, resembling a sketchy line of crayon, drawn into the third dimension. Their intent, tonight, is to tie you to something that will make your life difficult - binding you to a tree trunk or to a branch far above the ground, tying your hands together...or even tying you to someone else. These bonds will only grow progressively denser and heavier the more you struggle against them.

Fortunately, the solution here is very simple. Like any drawing, it can be washed away if you find water. You'd simply better hope that you're able to collaborate with whoever you must in order to access said water, whether it's working alongside whoever you might be tied to, or convincing someone to lend you a hand.

You'd better hope the scribblets don't go after them either, by the way.

Quarantine Breached
Whatever this place once was, nature has long since claimed it for its own. A darkened, secluded laboratory now nearly swallowed by thick snarls of overgrowth is probably not your ideal vacation spot, particularly since there's a dearth of any decent lighting sources here. Drenched in shadow as this place was, it might have been helpful if you had thought to bring a light.

Fortunately, that problem is soon to be solved! Twin smoldering points of light abruptly ignite several yards away from you, paired with the pitched mechanical hum of engaging circuits. Another pair of lights immediately spritzes to life just beside it, and another pair, and another...and another...and...

Well, there seems to be a lot of them, doesn't there?
"Attention," chimes a pitched, automated voice, doubtless issuing from one of the many automatons that have begun to stir awake, one by one. "Potential host sighted. Quarantine breached."

You must understand, traveler: the island of Umui was nothing like this. The guardian units there were conscious nurse-bots, charged with caring for the sick and dying populace of a hospice island. Most did so with as much care as they were capable. But in the initial days of Umui's exploration, a great deal of explorers' anxieties revolved around these fallen automatons, and what possible purpose they may have served.

We invite you to imagine a scenario in which this went horribly wrong.

Consider these automatons to be shadowy, overzealous mirrors of their long-dead, real-world equivalents. They have learned to become hyper-devoted to their task of keeping their patients safe; so devoted, it seems, that nothing will stop them from fulfilling those obligations. They intend to catch and sedate you so that you can be...returned...to a place of safety.

Unfortunately, this place of safety probably entails an inescapable four-walled room or a hospital bed, and it's doubtful, to say in the least, that enough of their programming remains for them to remember to care for and feed you once you've been returned to whatever passes for a quarantine zone. In a decrepit, dilapidated building like this, it's probably not pleasant.

Our advice is to simply not get caught. If this means doing some inevitable destruction to all this complex hardware in the process, well...at least there's no chance you'll be billed for damages.

The New Farm Simulator Looks Great!
It is possible that you vaguely recall being asked to take watch this evening. By whom? Oh, please, that doesn't matter! With the pleasant hum of crickets in the air, and a backdrop of paddocks and grain fields around you, there are plenty of worse ways to spend your evening than this. All you have to do is keep an eye on passive livestock. The farmer's life is a simple one, where your biggest problem is trying not to fall asleep before your shift is over.

In theory, anyway.
While the scenery of the quiet countryside may be ideal, the state of the farm's buildings and and fences is far from it. For the curious creatures such as popo, there really isn't much to keep them in one place for long, wide stretches of fenceline ruined by fallen sections. Meaning that these massive, shaggy creatures can simply step over the crushed regions and start plowing their way contentedly in the direction of the fields of grain - fields that were certainly not intended to end up in some silly beast's stomach.

For others, sweet grains aren't as appealing as that sweet, sweet taste of freedom. A word of advice: once the popo are over those hills, you won't be seeing them again. And they might not be terribly fast on their own, but in a herd, they can get to be as dangerous as a stampede.

Hope you weren't expecting an easy night, because in LifeAftr, there's no CJB cheats menu to save you.


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candystriper: (n-no!)

Jester Lavorre ❥ Critical Role ❥ OTA

[personal profile] candystriper 2018-09-30 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
Drawn to you
[ It's almost as if Jester's sketchbook has come to life. She laughs in delight, her voice reverberating in that echoing, dreamlike way. ]

Hi there rabbit, can you take me to my friends? Do you have a name? Do you live here?

[ She'd like to see the animated caricatures of her party, and digs through her pockets for some of her colored inks so she can sketch them a dance hall or a tea party or a boardwalk. In the logic of this dream, that seems perfectly sound, and the rabbit hops off with Jester in tow. It doesn't speak to her, but she keeps asking it questions nonetheless, feeling as if she's garnering a good rapport with the creature.

She feels like she's been walking for ages when she finally slows, and she's found herself somehow in the thick of some dark trees. Immediately noticing her lack of confidence, it rears on her in a disconcerting snap.
]

Rabbit? I don't think this is right... Maybe I should go back and look somewhere else, really nice meeting you though--

[ She tries to turn and leave but it clearly doesn't like this change of events, and a jagged line shoots out and a scribble ties her to one of the trees. The force of her pulling against it snap the line and her right into the tree as the rabbit hops off elsewhere.

Suddenly, the sun seems to be setting very quickly.
]

H-hey come back!

[ With her free hand, she reaches out with her pen to draw something in the air, but the ink just falls to the ground, very much not alive. ]

[ OoC: Only leaving one prompt because I'm testing 2 other characters, but feel free to starter me with something else ]
Edited 2018-09-30 02:04 (UTC)
lesbeau: (« [Surprise] oh SHIT)

wink wonk

[personal profile] lesbeau 2018-10-02 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
[Beau doesn't think it's real when she hears Jester's voice. This place is weird- really weird- and not being able to tell if something is a dream or not is messing her up. But she's in a forest, and she hears yelling, and she really thinks she knows that yelling, so off she goes. Beau sprints as quietly as possible through the trees, trying to get in close, when a rabbit nearly runs into her and she sidesteps her way with a hop right into where Jester's tied.]

Jester?

[She's only got a moment to be shocked, though, as the scribbles now start heading towards her. Beau squints towards them, looking between the lines and Jester mysteriously by a tree.]

Is this some, uh, Traveler stuff? And if so can you call 'em off?
candystriper: (embarrassed)

[personal profile] candystriper 2018-10-02 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
--No! This is definitely not the traveller. Hey, don't get too close to them.

--No, you! Dumb rabbit, don't you get close to Beau, no!

[ She tries to point and summon her spiritual weapon, since she doesn't need to be able to aim it, unlike with sacred flame or guiding bolt.

And SMACK! The giant lollipop punt the scribbles away for the moment, but Jester's still stuck to the tree.
]

Please tell me you have a dagger.
lesbeau: (« [Thoughtful] am i the leader now?)

im so sorry i disappeared into space for a week LMAO

[personal profile] lesbeau 2018-10-09 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[She's fighting down the urge to laugh while she watches Jester play some weird fantasy baseball with this lollipop and a bunch of misappropriated squiggles. Objectively, though, this is funny. Her shoulders shake as she tries to hold it in, but her wide grin is proof she's not trying super hard.]

Man, I dunno, maybe not. I don't really do the, uh, bladed thing? I can get one off you though.

[She heads over, staff in hand, whacking some scribbles left and right like she's sweeping the floor in front of her.]

So what is this other than the start to a super suggestive romance novel or something?
candystriper: (annoyed)

it's cool it's been busy for me too!

[personal profile] candystriper 2018-10-13 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ As Jester finally gets free from her tree, thanks to Beau, she takes off running and hopes that Beau is coming after her. Beau is definitely faster in any case. And as more doodles come, Jester's thinking they probably won't be able to fight them all off. ]

Well Beau, if you wanted to, you should have just said so!

[ But right now is probably not the time to talk about it. Maybe it's because they're so small, but these things are stupid fast so Jester rounds on them and whack! There goes the giant lolli again ]

I was really hoping we'd be in Fjord's dreams instead!
lesbeau: (« [Surprise] oh SHIT)

im finally free from con season so i can tag more LOL

[personal profile] lesbeau 2018-10-22 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
[For all that Jester seems to be taking this seriously, Beau absolutely isn't. She's running along behind and then alongside her, staff out and swinging as these things continue to crawl across the floor of the jungle.]

Maybe this is. He could be dreaming of us kicking ass or something. Or did you mean the, uh, seawater ones?

[Because as much as she wants to know what those are, she isn't sure she wants to be IN them.]

We gotta find a way to shake these guys.