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wethecrack2017-10-01 12:41 pm
thelostmods) wrote in wethecrack2017-10-01 12:41 pm
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Test Drive Meme - Autumn 2017
TEST DRIVE MEME
I. A Mad Tea Party
You awaken to a new message from Zephyr at your bedside informing you that for today only, they're giving the Meadous a little makeover. That makeover would seem to be one that has transformed the Meadous into a Wonderland of sorts. There are sweets on the table that inform you to "eat me" and that will turn you small or increase your size, depending on what you eat. And down in that smaller world, there are all sorts of creatures, like talking flowers. There are also people much larger or much smaller than you now. Maybe you want to crouch down and say hello when you're bigger? Or shout a warning not to crush you while they're walking when you're smaller.
II. Be Careful What You Wish For
Well, that... that wasn't quite to plan. You stare down at the crayon drawing from Zephyr showing you exactly what you wished for. Except you hadn't meant it literally. Or you hadn't meant it quite like that, even if your wording had been vague. Now you're stuck with something you didn't want. Or perhaps you made a big mistake and now you're a different species. Or have extra appendages you can't get rid of. Not without making the walk of shame back to the Wishing Pond to wish away the changes. Why this? Why?
Hopefully, no one will catch you as you steal forth to undo your mistake.
Hopefully, no one will catch you as you steal forth to undo your mistake.
III. Intrepid Explorers
You've found some fantastic ruins in the jungle and delved in (perhaps unwisely) on your own, only to find that these ruins contain not only treasure, but traps. You might find yourself swept up in a net and suddenly dangling from the ceiling. Or you might be on the receiving end of a poisoned dart that's making you hallucinate all sorts of creatures, friend and foe, alike. Or you might have even been smacked against a wall by a well-timed hammer and dazed.
It's not life-threatening, whatever situation you're in. But you might start hoping that someone else wanders into this place soon to help out.
It's not life-threatening, whatever situation you're in. But you might start hoping that someone else wanders into this place soon to help out.
IV. Bulletin Board
Each month, Zephyr clears away most of the notes from their Bulletin Board and adjusts the decorations, leaving it fresh and open for anyone who might wish to post something new. The Meadous is a fairly rural place with minimal technology. Those used to a network may find the Bulletin Board is the closest they can come to something like that again. Who wants to actually talk to the neighbors when you can post a passive aggressive note about someone making a racket at 2 AM, instead? There's also some measure of anonymity afforded. Just be sure to only post up your notes when no one else is around and can catch you at it.
V. Choose Your Own Adventure
Whether it's just waking up in the Meadous or exploring some other part of the Setting, you're striking out with your own prompts to get some action started.
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"They got you too, huh?" And gestures, as best she can, around her. "I can't believe they just stuck our asses in another arena. I guess it's better than...a lot of other things, but shit." She gives a long-suffering sigh, then blinks, and turns to look at Shepard again.
"I'm glad to see you, though. It's been a while, huh?"
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Unbelievable as that might seem, Shepard's casual holstering of her weapon is evidence to support it. She checks the entrance, of course she does, but not more than a glance. Nothing like the wariness any sensible person couldn't help but have, given the concept of 'a hundred go in, one comes out.'
"Want a little help?"
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There’s certainly a lot less slow, gruesome torture than she figured she had coming.
But to the matter at hand. “Yes, you jackass. I’m sure you like staring at my ass, but I’m getting a neck cramp.” She frowns down at Shepard, who should know her well enough to see the lack of any actual animosity. “And once I’m down, you can tell me what kind of shithole we’ve landed ourselves in.” At least that means that she...probably believes Shepard.
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It takes a little chivvying and, in the end, a controlled burst of biotics, but presently the machine that had sprung Tabris' trap comes apart with an unhealthy, dust-choked grinding sound. Then she drops, net and all.
"You dead yet?"