Test Drive Meme

[soulmods]

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 Successful Mission: Congratulations! You met up with your first Witch, and you fought valiantly. For your efforts, you've been awarded a grief seed - and with it, access to a brand new power! 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

lalli hotakainen | stand still. stay silent | shows up late with lakkalikööri

[solitude]

( arrival )
[ too bad weird mysterious powers don't have instruction manuals. while not at all unfamiliar to magic, this new gift he has isn't something lalli's used to at all. not only is his ability to sense spirits gone, it's been replaced with a really useless feature that makes people look like they're encased in gross and colorful blobs.

he hoped this was part of a dream or something; that's at least the impression he was under when an ugly cat looking creature had asked him some questions. after a few hours, though, the possibility seemed to be a fleeting one.

lalli isn't one for hypothesis testing either, so the strange blob ability he's been given (which is, unbeknownst to him, aura reading) will remain a mystery. the only way he can think to figure out what it is is to stare at passersby....you get to pick the setting, i'm lazy. but wherever it is, there is a gangling teen just given you A Look (see icon). ]

[fightybroad]

[ The people here are strange, and Lalli doesn't appear to be an exception. ]

Is there something on my face.

[ The words are delivered entirely deadpan, with a heavy accent, and not at all like a question. Despite the apathetic tone, the aura around the Handmaid burns a bright red, both due to her general angry nature and the growing frustration she's feeling as she explores a city that looks all too cheerful on the surface. ]

[solitude]

[ if this is an idiomatic expression, it is one he doesn't understand because....yeah, there's a lot of stuff on her face, including weirdly red features that are even more obscured by a reddish tint.

but i mean...if she's asking, he'll squint more and answer honestly. ]

Yes.

[fightybroad]

[ Wait -- what?

She brushes off her face with one hand. Nothing noticeable. And she knows she wiped her mouth earlier after eating that pork bun. ]

No. There's not. [ It's unnecessarily combative considering it would be a stupid argument to have. ]

[solitude]

[ liar liar, pants on fire because he can literally see these things...well i mean the most obvious things aren't on her face, they're coming out of the sides of her head. head, face. same thing, really. "do i have something on my face" has the same meaning to him as "do i look kinda weird."

but he considers this for a second before repeating himself. ] Yes. [ and said as stubbornly as possible. he's not BLIND. ]

[fightybroad]

[ Strife initiated. ]

No.

[ She takes a step closer to him, eyes narrowed, completely willing to overlook the fact that there might indeed be something on her face. ]

[solitude]

[ look miss thing, if you want to be petulant...well, two can play at that game. ]

Yes!

[ this one comes with a lean in and a closer inspection of...everything. from skin to horns. he has definitely seen some things, but he's never seen one of you before. especially some so odd and yet sentient. aliens sure are...alien. ]

Lucifer | Shin Megami Tensei: Nocturne

[firstofthefallen]

Arrival

[To tread upon a domain so clearly set by the forces of Law, and thus hostile to him, was not new for Lucifer. To tread upon them and crush them, to turn them upside down, was after all the purpose he had found upon being cast down. And as far as prisons that the forces of Law had created, he was unimpressed.

An unassuming town. Surely they could have been more creative than that, in what little creativity they might have possessed. They might as well have guillotines line the street and just ask everyone to place their heads in them, for how truly 'safe' this place was. Even more annoying were the pathetic shells of humanity that populated the place. The 'boy' - surely his captors thought this form would somehow make him somehow less dangerous, it made him laugh - had been observing the people who 'lived' here for the last half hour.

You might find yourself passing by Lucifer when you hear him ask you.]

You.

[In as casual, impolite a tone as possible, hoping to make you stop so he can ask the his question. He points out towards some of the natives, asking.]

What do you think about them? Are they human, or just dumb puppets?

Wildcard - During Combat

[The fight with the group of small nightmares has become fierce for your group, but you've started to gain the better of them. So much so that some of the nightmares are trying to flee, which is all the better.

Unless you're Lucifer. Because Lucifer wasn't having that shit, and the 'boy' grabs one of the retreating nightmares, pulling it back towards him to deliver a punishing kick to its back. Despite the boy's young appearance, he seems to have an impressive command of hand to hand combat. The nightmare really can't keep up.

Especially as Lucifer brings it to the ground and proceeds to slaughter the thing as hard as he can. This flesh is weak, but it doesn't diminish his actual knowledge of combat enough to keep him from doing harm, and once a battle is started with him, he refuses to let it end without either himself or his opponent dying.

Even if he outclasses his opponent so clearly.]

Re: Lucifer | Shin Megami Tensei: Nocturne

[unbounding]

[Hoopa turned to face Lucifer and snickered. He had only been here an hour longer and is enjoying himself thus far. With all the donuts he could eat in the fridge, as a result of his wish, who wouldn't be?

Still, a question was asked that he is willing to answer. The Pokemon glanced over at the natives before he took a bite out of his donut]

Hoopa thinks they look like you.

[He snickered again before he put the rest of the donut in his mouth. After a good swallow, he speaks again]

What, are you surprised? They all look human to Hoopa!

Red - Transistor (End game spoilers)

[hummedsilence]

Arrival

[When Red wakes up, she's not really sure what's going on. This wasn't really where she expected to be. After fighting Royce, she knew what the inside of the Transistor looked like. This wasn't it. So where was she? Slowly, she stands up, dusting herself off and looking around. This didn't even look anything like Cloudbank. And- she doesn't have the Transistor.]

[Wait. She doesn't have the Transistor. She doesn't- Red looks around, a little frantic now. Not only had it been her means of protecting herself against the Process, it had him. She bites her lip when she couldn't find it, taking a deep breath.]

[Well. That's not good. But maybe her wish came true, and he wasn't in there anymore...]

Home Improvement

[Being able to customize her surroundings wasn't new to Red. Closing her eyes, she remembers her old place back at Cloudbank, a song humming under her breath as the memory came to her, down to the Junction Jan's on her table. She knew she didn't need the song but- it just made her feel better. More connected to what she wanted to see. And when she opens her eyes, she's not disappointed by what she sees.]

Cousland | Dragon Age

[escutcheon]

♟ ONE - ARRIVAL

[ This reeks of 'crazy cultist' all over.

Cousland doesn't consider herself a genius in any sense of the word - one flaw of many that she will openly admit to - but being herded around by a bunch of tepid, cheerful strangers has her suspiciously digging her heels in at every turn as they show her the sights. Not that it's really doing her much good, with her usual physical strength having mysteriously abandoned her at the worst possible moment.

"Yes, yes, that wall is very interesting. Wonderful. Lovely workmanship. Not even slightly identical to the last three you've dragged me around to. I'm sure I can navigate on my own -- "

Nope. No escaping the tourism train. Choo choo, motherfucker.
So, while being quite literally dragged around by the arm by a particularly enthusiastic native, Cousland has enough time to throw bystanders a pleading look. Save me. By the Maker, nobody deserves this fate. What if they try to take her to some cult library and she's forced to read scripture on ~*~love and peace~*~ and ~*~sacrificing small animals~*~?

So help her, one hint of blood magic and she's going to start breaking things. Or people. Probably both just to cover all her bases. ]

♟ TWO - HOME IMPROVEMENT

[ Certain privileges are made to be used sparingly, in only the amounts one needs, to be used to their fullest potential. Housing is certainly no exception. Only the necessities are really worth bothering with in all honesty - a modest bed, bathing facilities, the kitchen... perhaps a small sitting room, if the inhabitant is the kind of person to entertain a few friends on occasion.

Cousland, on the other hand, is more than happy to abuse the living daylights out of her newfound boundless redecoration powers. Excess is the name of the game as far as she's concerned.

So it should be no surprise at all that the moment a visitor sets foot over the unassuming threshold, the interior looms in all it's medieval glory.

The walls are solid stone, with many high windows of stained glass, a band of decorative stonework etched approximately a meter up, running the length of the foyer on both sides. Luxurious woven wall hangings depict fantastic scenes from Fereldan myth; the ancient warrior Dane locked in combat with a werewolf, a Grey Warden on griffonback, so on and so forth.
It should be mentioned there's a ridiculous excess of dog statues and/or decoration in general.

And then there's Cousland herself, comfortably seated on a sturdy oak chair draped with furs for cushioning, smugly surrounded by books, wine, and all the other comforts she could think of off the top of her head. Like any child in a candy store, she's clearly gone overboard in piling up as much material wealth as she possibly could in a short span of time.

Feel free to march in and point out that none of her newfound treasure can exist past the front stoop. Someone needs to rain on her parade. ]

♟ WILDCARD

[ Choose your own adventure! ]

1.

[redrust]

Cousland, I tire of this.

[The exceedingly deep-voiced complaint comes from the little red wagon being pulled behind Cousland. The dignified form of Vengarl, Lion Knight of Forossa...

...'s severed head. He'd never thought that he'd be looking up at people from this perspective, but thanks to a certain magical cat creature here he is again: Bodiless.]

Can we not simply leave them?

[And by "can we leave them" he means "please pull me away from them because I cannot do it myself." Of course, Cousland can probably figure that much out on her own.]

[escutcheon]

[ He should be damned grateful she's even bothering to cart him around. I won't lie, she's considered conveniently 'forgetting' the cart somewhere quiet and out of the way a few times already, but her somewhat tenuous sense of morality has won out so far. Lucky him.

Cousland shoots Vengarl an irritated stare over her shoulder. ]

Were that possible, I would've already escaped. Can't you just... bite one of their legs or something to distract them?

[ Ask silly question, get silly answer. The point being I've thought of that already shut up. ]

Might as well get comfy, I suppose. I'll make a break for it when the opportunity presents itself.

1

[henods]

[ My, but these humans are enthusiastic...ly something. Asgore doesn't remember a time they were so friendly to him! And maybe that's because they weren't. And also because they seem to be under the impression that he's just a very tall human.

He can't help but catching that pleading look as he passes by, stopping and tucking his gardening shears under his arm. ]

Um... [ Think quickly, good sir. If you wait any longer she'll be swept up in a current and never seen again. ] Oh! There you are my-- m-my faithful assistant! I've been looking all over you. We need to prune the roses at once.

[ I mean it's probably not very comforting to be saved by an enormous furry goat-dragon-person thing. ]

Oh my gosh, king dad! /o\

[escutcheon]

[ That sure is a giant goat guy with a beard. Hang on, she's got to process this for a few seconds.
Buffering...
Buffering...
Yeah, ok. Going to take the out he's so generously providing because frankly, being with all these creepily cheerful village nerds is really starting to cramp her style. Not that it's much different from wandering around with the shitshow that is the Companions, but at least that was voluntary. ]

Yes! Absolutely! Pruning the tuli-- roses. That. [ Cousland hurriedly shakes off the iron grip her tour guide has maintained on her elbow for the past fifteen minutes and hurries over to hide stand just slightly behind Asgore. ] Terribly sorry to cut this jaunt short, but you know how it is. Duties and whatnot.

[ The half a dozen or so locals take their time wandering off in different directions with a generous amount of disappointed grumbling - Cousland herself clearly couldn't be more relieved, to judge from her sheepish smile. ]

Thank the Maker that's over. I owe you one.

Roxy Lalonde | Homestuck | CRAU

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

Arrival

[She's used to the whole 'thrown into a weird situation, figure it out' thing by now. Right now, she's already certain the people here are more akin to NPCs then real ones, which makes the whole crisis suspect as hell. But then again, she knew it was suspect as hell anyway.]

[For now, she'll walk around the town in an outfit like this save for a kneelength skirt with leggings, all in a tan color.]

Yeah, yeah, I know, really pretty flowers, I get it, you're not gonna answer me. [Le sign.]

[miasmajesty]

Roxy!

[ He's...

Well.

He's not actually relieved. He's immensely happy, yes. And kind of hates himself for it because last he knew of her, Roxy was safe and sound in Waverly Bay, enjoying her teen years Dawson's Creek style. He guesses. That's a thing that she should do. He hits the ground at a run, sprinting up the street to meet her. ]

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

[That voice]

[That voice makes her stumble, her heart going from zero to pounding in her chest. That voice, THAT VOICE...!]

[She whips around, sees HIM, sees him after so long, after thinking he was dead for weeks, he's THERE]

[She breaks out into a run to meet him partway and everything else be damned, she's going to grab that boy into a hug and if he doesn't beat her to it, going to spin with him because there is too much joy to be contained]

Omg, Dirk...Dirk, its you! [And she's laughing and crying a little bit, but mostly laughing.]

[miasmajesty]

Holy shit.

[ A hug is definitely a thing that's happening. Dirk hugs her tightly, exhaling shakily. It's a thing. He shouldn't be glad she's here, god damn he should be giving her a shake wondering why the fuck she gave up the opportunity of a lifetime (hypocrisy of it dutifully ignored) but instead he's overcome with relief that he's not going to have to go at this shit alone again.

It probably makes him a shit person, but he kind of guesses at this point that's simply an inevitability. So fuck it, she's here. Suddenly this place doesn't seem nearly so impossible to triumph over. ]

I didn't think I'd see you again.

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

[Tight hugs are definitely a thing. She had to break down and be built up over and over again because she kept losing the people who were supposed to be with her. Just having Dirk around would have made so much easier, but at least he's here now.]

[She hasn't been this happy since she remembered hugging Rose.]

Awww, c'mon Dirk, have more faith in me than that! One thing you can count on is Roxy never going down.

[And, oddly, this confidence is one hundred percent genuine.]

I knew I was gonna find ya again.

[Also forgot her plethora of accessories. Got mom scarf, a light green and black scarf, a locket, a choker with a half heart, and a ring that's intertwining the Void and Light symbol. Just....all this stuff she never owned before.]

[People keep giving her shit and she feels she has to wear it all the time, this girl.]

[miasmajesty]

[ He's not letting go yet. Not yet. He'll notice all her new additions when he can pry himself away, feel more than torn between freaking the fuck out and maybe having a tiny emotional meltdown as soon as he's got a minute or two to himself.

Just... holding her tight and letting himself stew in guilty relief. ]

Wasn't worried about that. Mostly I was just hoping you'd stay safe and sound on the beach.

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

Beach? Omg, did we get somewhere with a real beach? [She actually sounds excited for that. Because someone may or may not have increased her love of water in her soul.]

[Irony, that, for water world girl.]

Sorry, Dirk, some more shenanigans happened. Last thing I recall from home is finally gettin' to hug mom after John and I fixed shit. However we did that. My mems are kinda all over the place.

[But still holding him, gently rubbing his back.]

Been six months since I last saw ya, at least.

Ryoko Asakura | The Disappearance of Nagato Yuki-chan

[loveedition]

a. arrival

[ This whole thing was too much to take in from the onset. Ryoko hadn't put much thought into actually making the wish. She knew that it was something she felt strongly about and she wanted to see it come true as quickly as possible before she left, but who knew she'd be whisked away to some other place? Was this meant to be a test?

Speaking to the locals didn't seem to get her anywhere. She had been able to figure out the name of the town, but other than that, they didn't seem eager to provide much in the way of useful information. She was getting a little frustrated and exhausted just dealing with this, and couldn't help but feel worried. Was this really what she wanted? To be stuck in a foreign place with nobody that she knows surrounding her?

She felt lost. Lost and lonely. But, that's okay. When she spots someone just as confused and offput by everything going on, she nonchalantly decides to meander over, speaking in a hushed tone. ]

You aren't from around here too, are you?

b. successful mission

[ When the witch dissipated and the familiars surrounding it fled as well, Ryoko stood still for a good few seconds, before exhaling. Was that it?

Did they really... ]

It's gone. [ Ryoko grasped onto the handle of her weapon, an otherwise normal looking kitchen knife, still a little tense. That had actually happened. It was real. And furthermore... she survived! It was another good fifteen seconds before she finally loosened up, sighing in relief and turning to the person she fought along side with. ]

Hey-- that means we're done, right? [ So... now what? ]

[shutterflyeffect]

W-what?

[ Confusion doesn't even begin to cover it. Max Caulfield looks as if she's just had her whole world violently upended on her. It isn't too far from the truth. If there's anything she's learned, it's that the world is far more impossible than she ever dared dream.

And she's still not sure she isn't. ]

Oh... No. I'm from Arcadia Bay. [ She shifts her gaze from the oddness of the town, turning to face the new girl. ] ... Did you... I'm so sorry, this probably sounds really strange, but... did you make a wish too?

[loveedition]

Arcadia... [ Bay? Definitely overseas, which confuses her. Did that thing really drag someone across an ocean to be here? If here was close to where home was.

Ryoko still doesn't feel like she's really experiencing this. But, at the very least, she finally found someone who wasn't in a typical manner. ]

Finally. I was starting to get worried that I was the only one brought here. [ That wasn't necessarily a good thing, but she wasn't suffering through this uncertainty alone? ]

Ah. [ That wish... ] Yeah, I did. I don't really know if it came true or not though, since I'd still need to be back home to see.

[ Which would probably defeat the purpose. ]