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NOVEMBER TEST DRIVE MEME




NOVEMBER 2019 TEST DRIVE MEME









Welcome to November's Test Drive Meme! This month's Test Drive's theme is: DEATH/ZOMBIE HORROR.

All Test Drive Memes contain at least one clue to the Deerington's upcoming in-game events for the month! Keep your eyes peeled! But...not literally.

Characters may die during TDMs, but you do not need to count it towards a game-canonical death unless you want to. Consider it a freebie. All TDMs can be considered game canon as TDMs introduce minor aspects about the world of Deerington that can be revisited by characters later on in the game. You may also use TDMs for your application writing sample as well as AC.

CW: Possible mild cannibalism, organs (including pictures of fake food that looks like organs), mutant insect in linked picture, blood, sensations of starvation, possible binge eating, possible binge drinking.
Don't forget to tag content whenever necessary. Have fun!











NOT BEAST NOR KIN


The blood and organs that have been festering in the ground and walls of Deerington seem to not only be attracting rats at this point, but something far more dangerous and... just plain gross. These deadly looking maggots are roughly the size of an average human. They’re slithering in an out of the ground, filling up holes where some organs seem to have burst open, or writhing around in the wake of the red waves that have left bloody puddles in the street. If you keep your distance, they’re mostly just disgusting to watch, adding to the feeling of utter decay that the town has gone into.

But those who wander too close or who are unfortunate enough to go by a nest of these maggots without noticing could end up swarmed. They can leap farther than something that large should physically be capable of and the sharp teeth on the end of their bodies will pierce through even the toughest of skin and bone. Once they latch on, they won’t let go; not until they’ve finished their meal. If you aren’t quick, the blood loss will be, and you could end up an evening snack for a whole group of these creatures.

They are fairly easy to kill, luckily. Average weapons seem to take them down or you can smash their heads (if you can call it that) with a few good stomps from a boot. The only trouble is how quick they move and how strong they are; you might need to call for help to get away from them when you get cornered by too many of these monsters.


ALL YOU CAN EAT


Maggots aren’t the only things that want to eat, though! And it seems that the community center is aware of that as well. Advertisements are strewn all over town for an all you can eat buffet that will be set up, not even an entrance fee required (though donations are welcome at the door if you’re feeling generous). No one in their right mind would want to go and get food from a party into Deerington at this point though, right? Of course not. You’re way too clever for that.

Except that as the party draws closer, anyone who saw the advertisements will find themselves slowly feeling like they’re starving. There’s a hallow belly feeling that no amount of food you consume will ever be able to fill. It feels like you might go crazy from how bad the hunger gets, craving something to fill your stomach, anything... And in the back of your mind, you might remember the buffet. You might start to feel a strange realization that the food they’re offering will actually help get rid of your cravings and you’ll be drawn to the party no matter how adamant you’ve been that it’s not a good idea.

The spread they offer isn’t something that should be appetizing to most on a regular basis; raw, very clearly human organs are laid out across the table on fairly decorative plates. A fountain of what looks like blood is put up in place of chocolate for you to dip your food into. No matter how disgusted you might normally feel, you find yourself practically drooling at the mouth and you’re quick to grab a plate and dive in.

At least the drinks look like they’re normal; sodas, beer, wine, champagne, and liquors ready to create your favorite cocktails. A menu will give you an idea of what pairs best with each organ, so make sure you select something that goes perfectly with your plate of intestines.

What would a Deerington party be without something tricky attached to all this. Even the smallest bites of any of the organs will offer sudden changes to the consumer, each power growing stronger the more that you eat.

  • Eating BRAINS will make it so that you are able to hear another person’s thoughts. Anyone standing near by, really. They’ll trickle in slowly at first, but the more that you eat, the more you’ll hear, and eventually it could become overwhelming. Sometimes you can focus in on just one person if you stare at them intently, but that could make you look like a creep. Maybe you should just go somewhere quiet until it passes.

  • Eating a HEART will make you feel compelled to confess your emotions to someone. Maybe a specific person or maybe it’s towards a complete stranger, but you just want to get everything out onto the table. You’re overcome with feelings so strong you don’t know how to contain them anymore and you’ve just got to get them out somehow.

  • Eating LIVER will cause you to want to drink. A lot. You might find that you’re not able to get enough, even. It doesn’t make you immune to the alcohol though, so it’s got the potential to lead some pretty nasty alcohol poisoning if you aren’t careful. Characters who usually can’t get drunk will find that consuming liver makes them a total lightweight. Woops. Better have someone help you walk home.

  • Eating the STOMACH will make you want to eat everything. You’ll no longer feel starving, but you just want to taste any food that’s near you, and you won’t stop no matter how full you feel. It’s not just organs, but any food consumed outside of the buffet. It might be a bad time to go to Peter’s Pizza for a late night meal.

  • Eating INTESTINES will give you an abundance of courage. You’ll find that you’ve got guts you never knew you had and it might make you willing to go tell your crush how you feel about them, or tell off that one guy who’s been pissing you off for weeks, or maybe you might start to think it’s cool to go scale a building or fight a monster when you don’t have any skill sets to actually take one down. Hopefully you don’t do anything you’ll regret in the morning— assuming you don’t get yourself killed doing something stupid, of course.

  • Eating EYEBALLS will allow you to obtain the memory of the first person that you touch. Depending on how much you’ve eaten, you may just see a small snippet or you could get sucked in to a full and heavy flashback. The memory will feel like it takes place in real time, but by the time that it’s over, you’ll find that whoever you touched is only just starting to ask you what’s wrong — or tell you to watch where you’re going, buster.


  • All affects from the food will wear off within about an hour if you’ve only had a bite — or they could last up to twelve if you really stuffed yourself. Please be sure to obtain OOC permission from any players for the brain and eyeball prompts!


Character Arrival

You can read how all characters arrive in Deerington here.

There is not a collective "all these characters showed up at the exact same moment" occurrence in Deerington. Since characters fall asleep, die, or pass out at various times throughout all their worlds, it wouldn't make too much sense if they arrived in game all at the exact same time. There should be some discrepancy between character arrival, whether by a couple minutes, hours, or even days up to a week.

The players are entirely in control of how/when they want to play their characters arriving in Deerington. For TDMs, you can play it like your character has just arrived and that can be maintained as your game canon, or you can wait until game events for that moment. Or you don't need to acknowledge it at all. The flexibility for character allows a bit more of an organic feel to the character arrival situation, so please play it to whatever feels right for you.

If you are interested in having an "arrival" introduction for one of your TDM prompts, you are more than welcome to explore that option.
finaletea: (Scared)

[personal profile] finaletea 2019-10-27 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ This is bad. Very Bad. So awful that Mami might literally die. Of all things why did the Goose have to steal her Soul Gem!?

Luckily she's still able to move around so it can't be too far away right? She frantically searches high and low for the beast.]


Come here Mr. Goose.... I promise a nice scone if you give me back my Soul Gem!
missingache: ([12] And I care what people think)

[personal profile] missingache 2019-10-27 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
[One moment you have a "WINNER" stick, the next moment... Roxas could have sworn he put it down beside him on the bench for just a moment.

The noise is strange and has to be followed.

... The culprit reminds him of Donald Duck.]


Hey! Give that back!
causesstampedes: lioncs on tumblr (Hakuna Matata)

iii hi i love theo

[personal profile] causesstampedes 2019-10-27 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Simba, on the other hand, doesn't really mind the buffet as much as others. There's some things he turns his nose up at (eyeballs particularly). But liver? He can definitely eat that.

He bites down on the piece of meat, as Theo mutters to herself.]


It tastes pretty real to me. Does yours taste bad or something?
homnk: (Default)

[personal profile] homnk 2019-10-27 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ HONK. ]

[ That is goose speak for "fuck". And every other word in the dictionary. Because what else would a goose dictionary be in? Maybe "hiss". Okay, so, geese dictionaries are a combination of "honk" and "hiss." Got it. ]

[ However, none of these observations are going to assist one goose when faced with its evolutionary ancestor. Who also says "hiss", but has a good deal more size and visible teeth. ]

[ pap-pap-pap ]

[ haha! Phone booth! A delightful hiding place for unwary child or wayward waterfowl. ]
homnk: (Default)

[personal profile] homnk 2019-10-27 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ HONK HONK HONK ]

[ Goose laughter. Probably. One can assume the goose is having a laugh. Hopefully. We don't speak goose, as much as previous tags have indicated otherwise. ]

[ The goose spreads its wings, enabling greater aerodynamics on the ground. Geodynamics. But it pap-paps a little faster, until it can wedge its horrible self beneath the shelter of a parked car. ]

[ Victory for goose! ]
multipliable: (riacxix)

ilias ( original )

[personal profile] multipliable 2019-10-27 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
ONE | THE ARRIVAL | ILIAS—

[ how many years has it been since he last had a dream? he can't remember, but it was probably before caleb. what would that have made him? nineteen? yeah, nineteen years old. seems like decades ago. and of course the first one he gets is something so outlandish and nonsensical.

soft music filters into his ear, disrupting his train of thought. ain't that new?

he usually woke up to deafening silence. maybe the angels are finally trying to mix things up for him. it's the least they can do, really; seeing how they've decided to fuck with another part of him. yeah, his back burns, but it isn't the worst pain he's felt. in fact, it itches more than it stings.

as his eyes flickers open, he expects to see the usual white canvas they lock him away in when he isn't needed — a padded cell with a cot and nothing else. what greets him instead sends him sitting upright as he takes in the unfamiliarity of the room he's in. what the hell? unless his feathery overlords have secure themselves a new interior designer, he isn't in ros at the moment. shit. shit. where is he now? arsi? ventus? who did they bring out this time? and for how long?

rolling out of bed, ilias stumbles up, feeling a wave of nausea hit him. ugh, he feels bloody sick to the stomach. you're not gonna bloody hurl, are you? he ignores the silver chains bounding his arms and a pair of gloved hands behind his back as he moves toward the window. can't believe they trust him with a window. nudging aside the curtain, he peers outside hoping to get a clearer picture of which city he's in, but— but he can't... recognize...

where the fuck is he?

moving to the door, he notices that it has been left ajar. he soon finds that most of the doors have been conveniently left open for him in the apartment. his mind is flooded with questions, but one continuously rises above the rest — where are the guards? they've chained him up, so they should be around. but as he makes his way around the apartment, it quickly becomes evident that he is alone. is this a test? because if it is, they probably shouldn't have left their instructions in a sealed envelope.

exiting out into the hallway, ilias begins to make his way downstairs. maybe he will bump into someone who can give him a better idea of where the fuck he is and who can possibly help unchain him. that'll be bloody nice, wouldn't it? if so, he will good-spiritedly greet them, chains and all, with an uncertain smile:
]

Sorry, but could you lend me a hand? Literally.

[ otherwise, he will have to try his luck out in the streets, but that's... a whole new set of problems, isn't it? what with the red horizon, organs in the ground and pest infestation. not the smartest move to be wandering out and about with bounded hands, so he will be staying close to the david cliff apartments. ]

Maybe this is Hell. Yeah. Hell. More plausible than I'd like to think...

TWO | NOT BEAST NOR KIN | ROBIN—

This town reminds me of Arsi. I like it.

[ he doesn't seem to be speaking to anyone in particular. arguably, he could be speaking to the dislocated head of the slithering monstrosity he just ripped apart piece by piece. but given the look of disgust on his face, it's probably unlikely. ] Fuck. I need a shower. [ he is covered in a fair amount of worm gut. it's gross and sticky, but at least it will keep people from fucking bothering him. who wants to converse with a stinky asshole? ] Well, now that you want me to, I'm not gonna.

[ wiping some of the ooze off of his cheek with the sleeve of his hoodie, robin carelessly tosses the head over his shoulder as he reaches down to pull out a sharp dagger from one of its segments. ] Can you fuckin' believe that they kidnapped us and then gave us the fuckin' blade in a welcome basket? [ divine blade. specially crafted for killing demons. the only thing that could best it is a blade for killing angels, but nobody will let him get his hands on one of those (if they even exist). he'll take what he can get. ]

It's like they're invitin' me to kill 'em. [ shaking some of the muck from the blade, he glances around him, listening closely for any movement from beneath the ground. ]

Hey. Do you think these are edible?

WILDCARD!
( world & character info here. if you want to do something else, feel free to pm me to plot or surprise me. just make sure to put who you want in the subject line. )
Edited 2019-10-27 05:01 (UTC)
homnk: (Default)

[personal profile] homnk 2019-10-27 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ Alas, geese cannot chortle. Or laugh. Or cackle. Despite more than one goose being a "gaggle". Which sounds very similar. But we've looked it up. Geese cannot laugh. ]

[ However, if they could, this particular, horrible, example of the species would delight in doing so. The more the human searches, the more Unholy Fowl Glee it feels. Maybe this is not just a goose, maybe it truly is from Deerington after all. ]

[ pap-pap-pap go those awful webbed feet. ]

[ You've heard of Rake In The Lake. Get ready for Gem In The ATM -- why is there an ATM in Deerington? We just don't know. ]
homnk: (Default)

[personal profile] homnk 2019-10-27 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ The goose takes offense to that. It is no lowly duck. Ducks would never have the metaphorical gall to steal everything that isn't nailed down. Ducks just eat bread and swim. Sure, the goose also enjoys a swim, and some bread. ]

[ But we're all out of bread. ]

[ It will continue to drag away that stick, full of determination, no bread, and chaos. Say, is that a sewer grate? ]
Edited (honk!!!) 2019-10-27 05:07 (UTC)
missingache: ([151] That sat in my heart)

[personal profile] missingache 2019-10-27 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
[True. Ducks are lazier in the long run. Or they don't heal you in battle.]

No!

[Seeing where the goose is headed, Roxas summons Oblivion. Then stops.

A Keyblade... Might be overkill. But stick...]
packbeta: (glamour shot)

[personal profile] packbeta 2019-10-27 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ She's moderately familiar with "HONK". Or at least she would be if she hadn't been raised in a pen away from other dinosaurs and knew to associate it with a rather large, but notably tasty ornithopod. Consequently, "HONK" is a safer sound than "BAAHHH" or however one personifies goat noises.

Yes, all goats in the area should be on high alert.

But she knows how to track scent, so she keeps her nose to the ground, tail pointed directly out behind her with the very end flicking back and forth with interest. It's almost a familiar scent. But not quite.

She comes to a sidewalk which is really where all phone booths are. If Blue had any concept of human advancement she might think that a phone booth is out of place, given the advent of cellphones--those strange boxes she sees the squishy humans using around her home from time to time. But for the moment it's just another shiny box thing.

Blue loops as she tries to track where this wayward scent is going...which is apparently to the box? It dies almost instantly. Blue pulls her nose from the ground and snorts against the glass. A nice dramatic close-up of a great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-auntie. ]
finaletea: (Determined)

[personal profile] finaletea 2019-10-27 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's totally mocking her! Doesn't it know she could die without it!? Truly this is the greatest horror Deerington has thrown at her yet...

She listens carefully. "Pap-pap-pap." Then follows after it until finally she spot the damn thing. ]


Stop right there!
cuor: (of the wrong way)

shhh no apologies

[personal profile] cuor 2019-10-27 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ By now Legolas has met enough of the people in this town to understand that informal introductions are the norm. That's well enough, men live shorter lives and these ones seem busy living them.

But as he turns from his place on the car and realises it's an elf greeting him, he's surprised.

He responds, automatically switching to Sindarin. ]
Well met also, stranger. It is good to meet another of the Eldar here in this strange world.
reek: (pic#10294179)

a

[personal profile] reek 2019-10-27 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ He’s been here for nearly a month and things haven’t gotten better. In fact, things have gotten rather worse. The city looks far too much like something out of his nightmares now. More often than not, he finds himself questioning whether he’s sleeping or awake.

When he rounds the corner, he’s certain he’s in the midst of a nightmare.
]

Bran…?

[ He immediately notes that little lord is drenched in blood. Not his own, Theon tries to tell himself as he feels a cold stab of terror in his chest. I never hurt him. It isn’t my doing.

But he regards Bran with a strange, hollow look. Everything he’s done, Bran has seen. Bran was there, Bran witnessed it, Bran knows. What is he supposed to say in the midst of that?

Nothing. He says nothing. His voice is caught in his throat. He just waits for confirmation that this is indeed Bran, hoping that the words might come afterwards.
]
cuor: (for my comfort)

yes good elf party here

[personal profile] cuor 2019-10-27 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ Her smile puts him at ease and he returns it. ]

I may have been over eager in my curiosity. [ He didn't want to take the time to climb up onto a roof, he means. ] There are many things here which are new and strange to me, and I find myself eager to learn about them.

[ But it's not polite to stand on a car and talk to someone. ]

Well met all the same. I am called Legolas, and I am newly awakened here.
cuor: (Default)

[personal profile] cuor 2019-10-27 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ The yo peace throws him off, but Legolas recognises what to do when she offers he hand.

He offers his own hand and takes hold of her forearm, expecting her to do the same. It is a common enough expression of trust among the warriors of men. ]


Well met, Rose Tyler. I am Legolas, of the Woodland Realm of Mirkwood, in Arda.
cuor: (is it breaking free)

[personal profile] cuor 2019-10-27 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ Seldom has Legolas had the chance to deal with the children of men, and so he is unsure of the protocol that must be followed.

Better safe than sorry.

Putting his hand to his heart, Legolas inclines his head to the child in a formal greeting. ]
Well met, child of men. I am Legolas of the Woodland Realm of Mirkwood. Be assured you need not fear me or my kind.
cuor: (is it breaking free)

[personal profile] cuor 2019-10-27 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ Stepping closer, Legolas nods his agreement with that sentiment. These are very much nameless horrors, burrowing out of the ground in hordes. ]

They are a vile race, creatures who have chosen to live deep in the earth, in caves and under the roots of mountains. Yrch, we call them in my tongue.

[ Surely everyone has to deal with goblins, okay. They're like the common cold, SUCH a pain. ]
effinphd: (fcking done)

arrival - in the house

[personal profile] effinphd 2019-10-27 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
[There isn't a single damn thing in the cupboards here worth eating, and Theo's been opening and closing them for a hot minute now, muttering to herself. A dozen times she's reached to take off her gloves and stopped at the last minute -- because whatever insight that might give her isn't worth the potential for more nightmare fuel.

She's just found a half-empty box of crackers, opening it and wrinkling her nose when the unexpected voice from behind her makes her yelp and whirl around, throwing the box at whoever it is.
]

-- Jesus fuck, don't do that!
effinphd: (yeah and?)

[personal profile] effinphd 2019-10-27 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
A year? [Theo pauses, picking up her crowbar again and taking a moment to look at the girl, trying to place her. Not one of her patients, that she can remember. Not Nellie or Shirley or Theo herself. Someone new. That...isn't like Hill House. It's not creative that way. It doesn't need to be -- it's easier to hurt someone with familiarity.

She exhales, nodding slowly. If this is a new trick, she'll adapt. She'll figure out the twist and she'll beat it.
] Well. If you've been here a whole year, I'm sticking with you. Bet you know your way around, huh?
effinphd: (tea & me)

BLESS

[personal profile] effinphd 2019-10-27 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
[...you know what, fine. Life is already so goddamn weird, might as well talk to the sentient verbal lion cub. Theo flops onto a nearby seat, holding her glass in both gloved hands.]

Guess I'm not really much of a liver kinda gal. Good to hear you're enjoying it, though.
bigbadrose: (omg no way!)

I'm so sorry for this

[personal profile] bigbadrose 2019-10-27 06:35 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh, all right... cool! We can do this old school style, maybe!]

[So Rose roughly does her best guess of a LotR copy even if it's been ages since she saw the movies, since she mostly read the books... and she kind of regrets not playing around with Aru like this because it would be incredibly nerdy, but worth it at this point.]

[Speaking of which...]

[Her eyes widen with instant recognition!]


No way!!!

[But she doesn't mean she doesn't believe it, she's just elated. Prime ministers, presidents, queens, authors, historical figures? Who cares? Not Rose! But give her anyone from Star Trek, Lord of the Rings, and Harry Potter, and she'll fangirl harder than the Doctor does to all the others.] Hey, can I have a selfie with you!? That's uh-- [... a photograph. Picture. Created by Crowley... Give her a moment to think how to explain it.] Instant magic portrait. [She's already setting the groceries down on the ground to whip out her cellphone and text her friends, yes.] It's not dangerous, it just uses light's reflection, I promise! Like a mirror, but it stays in a crystal ball of sorts that can show it to others!
pocketspa: (« [Ugh] eeeeufugghghghghugh)

good because im so in on this

[personal profile] pocketspa 2019-10-27 06:53 am (UTC)(link)
[Well, there's good news and bad news here. The good news is Taako can absolutely recognize that as some kind of elven. The bad news is they're operating on a language split a la Chinese and Japanese- he might be able to read it if he squints and looks sideways, but absolutely fuck knowing what's being said aside from an inflection or loan word. He squints a bit, making a little hiss through his teeth.]

Okay so, don't freak out, but I can only understand you if you're not trying to talk to me in whatever that is, because this is another dimension. It's kinda like, uhh, here.

[Oof his Elvish feels rusty as shit, but it's there and he swaps over just to test.]

Do you understand any of this? Really, curious to know what it sounds like to you, because I'm gonna guess that previous bit was your Elvish and I sound like a real weirdo right now.
klutziness: cidsgirl @ DW (who's my bitch?)

rikku | ffx/2 & CRAU

[personal profile] klutziness 2019-10-27 06:54 am (UTC)(link)
i. i'm all fucked up in my sunday best [maggots are basically snakes right]

[This is probably the worst day of Rikku's life, and that is saying a lot. She's watched her own father blow up her home; been trapped in a cave and had dead people's energy mess with her mind; she has both almost and actually died on multiple occasions, for Yeveon's sake! That's how she knows this is bad--she's taken Yevon's name in vain. And while she'd usually take a second to laugh at herself for it, that is currently not at all an option.

There is a huge freaking maggot wriggling out of the ground in front of her, and she is absolutely not having any of this.

Rikku sucks in a deep, five-minutes-under-the-water-is-her-record breath.

And screams.

It is a right-from-the-gut, I-can't-believe-this-is-my-life, what-the-absolute-fuck sort of scream. Again, if there wasn't a giant flesh-eating slime tube squirming its way across the once-perfectly-manicured lawn at her, she might have been impressed with herself. She'd be sure it would break some kind of record. Shinra would definitely know, because that's definitely the kind of thing that kid knows.

As things stand, her mind is too busy running in circles of ewgrossewgrossEWGROSS to do much of anything, so her body reacts on its own. Rikku flings herself back against wall of the nearest house, flattening herself as if that will suddenly make the creepy-crawly ignore her.

It does not work.

The sludge duct is coming right for her. She opens her mouth to let out another blood-curdling, eardrum-blowing scream because that is clearly the only solution to her problem right now.]


ii. no walk of shame 'cause i love this dress [what kind of fucked up sushi is this]

[Rikku has eaten a lot of things she isn't proud of, most of them on dares when she and Gippal were kids and she thought she wanted to be "one of the boys," even though all the boys were complete idiots. Some of them had been eaten out of necessity (being trapped in a cave meant she had to learn that some flans were more mold than fiend), and some because she'd just been curious (cactuars did not taste as good as they should have for how hard they were to kill). Despite all her misadventures with food, she can't say she ever thought she'd eat what she's pretty sure is a human heart, even if she keeps telling herself it's from some kind of animal, because otherwise this would absolutely unhinge her.

Really though, she wouldn't have needed the weird magical affects of the totally-not-human meat bits to bare her soul to the very unfortunate person next to her:]


This is like, really messed up.

[As soon as she says it, she finds that she can't stop talking--which isn't really a departure from how her conversations usually go, but this time it's as if she literally can't stop herself from spewing every thought running through her mile-a-second brain.]

Like, what kind of party is this supposed to be? I mean yeah, I was super hungry, but I really could have gone for a burger or something. I feel like I should feel worse about this than I do, even if I'm like, 70% sure this is all some kind of super elaborate and awful prank that's being pulled on us for some reason. The past couple years have been really rough for me personally, what with the people trying to destroy my world, dimension-hopping through two other worlds before this one, and facing all kinds of really craptastic things in those worlds, but the general vibe of this place in particular is somehow the worst? I don't know how that is at all possible. I've seen a dude sprout tentacles out of his back. I've seen a literal demon. Listen, I've just seen a lot of really disturbing things, and this probably shouldn't even make the list. But it does. Is that like, really messed up or what?

[The entire time she's been speaking, she's been waving her hands around, making indecipherable loops and symbols in the air, and bouncing back on her heels. When she finally takes a breath, she reaches out to pluck a particularly meaty piece of heart from the plate on the table in front of her, and pops it in her mouth, chewing and swallowing before ending on a very meaningful and succinct:]

You know?

iii. only god can judge this holy mess [wildcard baby]

[ooc; hello i don't know what i'm doing! rikku is a crau from both cape&cowl/mask or menace and ataraxion. you can find her pretty exhaustive game history here. the basics are she spent nearly four years in c&c superheroing it up and generally having a pretty ok time, then was thrown on to a super malfunctioning murdership hurtling through space for three years. this makes her roughtly 22 years old, and whoo boy has it been a time for her. but hooray!!

i'm down for anything around town, so please hit me up via pm or on plurk at [plurk.com profile] watchet if you'd like to do something specific.]
Edited 2019-10-27 06:58 (UTC)
shiro2hero: get it (lemme give you a hand)

arrival

[personal profile] shiro2hero 2019-10-27 06:59 am (UTC)(link)
Whoa -- Hey. Are you okay?

[Because of course he's going to ask that. Of course he's going to lay eyes on the woman recoiling away from the nearest living thing like she's been struck. And be Concerned. That's just how he's wired. And hey, if he can help at all, maybe that will do something to take the sting out of the last few weeks.]

[But he does step forward. Offering her his right hand, just in case she needs to be steadied.]


You're not hurt, are you?
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[personal profile] orphanmaker 2019-10-27 07:03 am (UTC)(link)
( Giant gross things: sounds like home. Yasha's got her sword in hand as she starts to move towards it, swinging towards its side. The thing is huge, and the blade struggles against the strange, rubbery armour of its side. It's not enough, but it's moving with focus towards the girl - who, wow, has a set of pipes on her. )

Less screaming, more running.

( Though it comes out strained, as Yasha tries to grapple the giant maggot-thing. )

Come on. You'd be great roasted, I bet.

( No eating humans for you, big-creepy-gross-urgh maggot. )