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

[salutations]

Well, then, [simply:] If I had the location of another Nightmare, it would be fine?

[savedover]

Oh? [... okay, now he's interested.] Yes, that would be sufficient.

[salutations]

There was one I was tracking earlier and I sort of stumbled upon this one. [he adjusts his glasses with his wingtips in a way that, to birds, must seem Totally Cool] Seems the place can end up absolutely covered in these some nights.

All the more work for heroes, I suppose.

[savedover]

[The gesture is utterly baffling. That's not how wings should work. That's not how feathers should work. (The glasses, however, are fine. Everyone knows that Dark Types, including Murkrow, receive a significant boost in strength when they're holding a pair of BlackGlasses.)]

If there wasn't a need for our services, I doubt we would have been offered a contract. It's hardly heroic. [He goes quiet for a moment, considering his options.] Well? How far away is it?

[salutations]

[Shades are for punkgeons, his are a stylish accessory!] About 500 meters to the Northwest. That's the entrance to the Nightmare, at least.

[savedover]

[If an accessory doesn't raise stats, then it's fundamentally useless!!]

How specific. [It's probably magic. Silver, practical-minded to a fault, sort of hates that whatever he can't understand can probably be classified as "probably magic". He sighs, irritably. This bird... probably isn't going to go away.] If you aren't going to leave, lead on. I'll follow.

[He doesn't like working with others--but he also hates wasting time with pointless, circular arguments. Sometimes, it's just easier to bite the bullet and deal with the the annoying talking bird.]

[salutations]

Right, right, we have a curfew to make, after all. [A completely self-imposed one. Still, it's uncharacteristic (of Yuuya's carefully composed character) to start off without a word, a gesture, something to hold people's attention.]

[It seems like, despite having those fully functional wings, he's content to walk.]