TEST DRIVE MEME.

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Test Drive Meme

Prompts Arrival: So you've just arrived in Nyoi-Cho. Congratulations! You must be so excited about having your wish granted. Or maybe you're upset that the result wasn't quite what you expected? If that's the case, then that's too bad! There are no take backs and no redoes, so you're stuck with what you have! Maybe you should have been more careful about how you worded that wish... Oh well. There's no use in dwelling on it. You're a magi now, and that means adjusting to a whole new lifestyle! Maybe one of the townspeople can help you out. Only... they're acting a bit strangely, aren't they? They're all too happy to show you around, but there's something unsettling about the way they're behaving. Almost cheerfully dissonant. Any questions about the history of the town are met with blank stares and brief silence, before they plaster a smile onto their faces and change the subject. Any attempts to tell them about your duties as a magi or anything else that relates to the magical will get similar reactions. Isn't there anyone normal here that you can talk to at all? Home Improvement: The houses that the magi are given access to really are something, aren't they? There's almost no limit to what they can do! Why don't you create the house of your dreams, or maybe recreate and relive your favorite childhood scenes? Invite some spectators over to marvel! A Corrupted Soul Gem: You neglected to take care of your soul gem, and now you don't feel quite yourself anymore. You feel like you're losing your sense of self - all you seem to be able to focus on is your old regrets and past failures. What's happening to you? A Day in the Life: Everyday hero by day, magician by night! You've got a busy day ahead of you and no time to waste! Maybe it's school, or maybe it's work, maybe it's both! Being magical doesn't make you exempt from paying those shopping bills! May Day: Uh-oh. This magical girl stuff looked easier on TV. You're in some serious trouble! Or maybe you see someone else who is! It's time to pull up your socks and show them what you have. Be the hero you've always wanted to be, or give in and be that damsel in distress. There's no shame in needing a little help now and then. A Successful Mission: Congratulations! You met up with your first Nightmare, and you fought valiantly. You even mastered that tricky power of yours! What sort of power did you get? Is it a useful one, or is it not so useful? Maybe you've mastered it beautifully, and now you're showing off to all of your friends. Maybe you're having a hard time keeping it under wraps, and now you're wreaking havoc across the town without meaning to! A Dreadful Nightmare: You had an absolutely horrid day. As you drift off to sleep, your mind dwells on all the injustices you've had to endure. In response, your bed swallows you up, and your room shifts into a horrific Nightmarescape. What sort of Nightmare are you? What kind of Nightmarescape do you create? Hopefully your fellow magi can stop you before you cause too much damage! Wildcard: Feel free to use any information from the FAQ or the World Info page to make your own prompt!

Comments

[miasmajesty]

Huh. Weird.

[ Dirk gives his head a shake. ]

Must be broken. [ he stops, brow furrowing. ] Don't you love a few houses down?

[crabmunicator]

[Ah. Yep. He goes stiffer, and there's no real hiding the change in his face, like milk curdling. God, he wanted to be smoother about this, but how is he--]

[Wait, wait, he's not reacting like he's been gone. What does that mean? Did the other him disappear so quickly he hasn't realized yet?]

[Despite everything (namely the discomfort), something hesitant and sympathetic edges into his eyes alongside the rest.]

... No.

[A swallow.]

I'm not the Karkat you know. I haven't been here any longer than a day.

[miasmajesty]

[ ... Huh.

That doesn't bode great, if he's being totally honest. He knew this happened in Waverly Bay, but not to anyone he knew. Not to anyone he cared about.

And he's almost positive he saw the alternate timeline Karkat earlier.

He cocks his head uncertainly. ]

So, what. Are you the Karkat from my timeline?

[crabmunicator]

[Whatever answer he expected, it wasn't that. His eyes squint down.]

Unless you're talking about a Karkat who died without meeting you, I'm going to guess no. And considering all the chaos that was going on, I have been pretty damn certain that my timeline is as doomed as doomed gets. If not for--for other things, I wouldn't be alive at all.

[His posture shifts, and his arms fold together.]

Even if through some twist of fate you do mean that one, I'm not the one you know.

[cyclicalconcept]

Ah!

[Hey! She knows this person! And...and she looks like everything's healed up! So, naturally, Madoka bounces over, a big smile on her face.]

Hey! Miss! Good morning!

A Day In The Life

[cyclicalconcept]

O-oh! Well, um...actually, I'm not sure if I got it right, but I got 61.

[rakuyo]

[Maria slowly cranes he head to the young girl springing up to her. It takes her to register to happiness on a child's face, as she hadn't seen such a thing since the scourge broke out. They had been easy targets, after all.

Maria slowly nods to her, in greeting.]

A good morning, indeed, young lady. [her voice is just that of the Doll, a difficult to place accent and a kind, if haunting tone]

[cyclicalconcept]

Yes, isn't it nice? And...you look like you're doing much better, too!

[She really is relieved. It was upsetting to see the horrific injuries on the woman's face.]

Ah, but you know my name's Madoka! You don't have to be so formal, you know!

[rakuyo]

[Much better? Who was this young one...]

You have me mistaken. I am not aware of our meeting. [Ah, perhaps one of Kyuubey's messengers?]

Are you a servant of the Old One who has brought me here?

[storyofarebel]

... Pi? That was the answer? Wow, I was way off.

[storyofarebel]

Hey, at least you got an answer. And it sounds right, at least. Maybe we can... compare notes, or something?

[wounds]

Yes. I'm certain I've done all of my calculations properly.

Are you having trouble with the material?

[storyofarebel]

Kind of. This isn't the stuff I'm used to... I don't think you'd believe me if I explained.

[wounds]

There's no reason for me to think you're lying. If you want to talk about it you're free to.

[But there's also like a 8/10 chance that he won't really be listening.]

[storyofarebel]

... Okay, see... I'm used to tests where I can set things on fire, or give goats the ability to talk, or make objects enchanted to do musical numbers. But here, I don't have any special abilities... I just have to add or subtract. It's my mind and nothing else. I guess I'm feeling kind of... weak?

[wounds]

This is the kind of school I'm used to. That sounds like it tests something entirely different.

Though I wouldn't mind a class on how to fight properly.

[storyofarebel]

A fighting class? ... Actually, that's not a bad idea.

[wounds]

We've made a promise, and I doubt everyone has experience in fulfilling their end of the deal.

[storyofarebel]

I only know how to fight with magic, but it couldn't hurt to learn how to throw a few punches or use weapons...

[! Idea...]

Maybe you could teach me!

[wounds]

I have no experience in either weapons or magic. I have a lot to learn about fighting effectively.

[He's fifteen and all he asked for was to live.]

[storyofarebel]

But, still, you have to know something, right? I've seen you, you're strong and skilled!

[wounds]

I can teach you what I know, but you'd be better served with a more experienced teacher.

... What do you fight with?

[cyclicalconcept]

Huh?

[Wait, what?]

But, Miss Doll...we only talked a few days ago. And...

["I shot you in the torso!"

...Maybe not rehash that right now.]

[rakuyo]

[A Doll? She considers this carefully, considering the implications of being mistaken for such a thing. A corpse would be a more apt description of her current state, but a lifeless doll... something stirs in her gut, but she's not certain what it is or where it originates from. She looks from the girl to her own hands, before peeling away her blood stained, leather gloves. Beneath are not a dolls hands, but a woman's. Porcelain in color they may be, but calloused as only skin can get. She moves them, watching herself. She is alive, sure enough...]

My apologies, young one, I am not this Miss you speak of.

[cyclicalconcept]

Yeah, that's fine! Maybe during lunch we can look them over, if you'd like?