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aurorastation2019-02-01 10:33 pm
trainmasters) wrote in aurorastation2019-02-01 10:33 pm
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TEST DRIVE MEME (4)
Your character wakes up in a neat bedroom in their team carriage, in nondescript underwear. They might be missing their memories, or their special abilities, or they may just feel a little queasy. Next to them is what seems to be a smartphone, which they know how to use even if they never had before, even if they don't know if they have before. On the screen is a simple message:
Welcome aboard the Aurora!★ One
You have been selected by the Star Prince as a potential hero, tasked with saving the universe from Malice. As a passenger I, your Construct and Conductor, will attempt to provide you with quality lodgings and safety. In return, we ask that you join your fellows in making bonds and doing your utmost to bring joy back to the Stars.
Due to the process of restoring your body, you may find some things are missing. We apologise for the inconvenience and hope to return them to you as soon as possible. Thank you for your cooperation.
Upon investigation, you'll find some basic clothes matching your team's theme in the storage provided in your room. Or, perhaps, you're wandering out of the room still undressed. Either way, downstairs you'll find someone has left a tray of cups of hot tea on the living room table. Drinking it may be simply pleasant, or it may cause you to feel a sudden need to warm up to the others in your carriage -- emotionally or physically. Welcome to the team, newbie!
☆ Two
Shortly after your arrival, you find yourself wrapped up in some monster NPC's Game. You're inside what appears to be a stone temple, with a massive golden scale on one wall. Suddenly, on one side, a heavy metal weight is dropped. As the scales tip out of balance, the floor begins to slowly disappear, brick by brick, ready to drop you -- and whoever is with you -- into an abyss. Your only hope comes in the form of an inscription on the altar:
How much do your secrets weigh?Every secret you tell causes a weight to fall onto the other side of the scale. The bigger the secret, the bigger the weight. If you can collectively tip the scales, the floor will quit dropping bricks and a door will appear to allow you back to the train. If you can't, you'll fall, seemingly forever, til you pass out. When you wake up you'll find yourself unable to lie.
★ Three
You've been in aurora for awhile -- long enough to have recovered a memory/power or two, if you lost any. And it's lucky for you: today, the area around the train has been surrounded in a strange mist that makes you feel dizzy and overly warm. Left alone, your condition will slowly degrade, with increasing lethargy and shortness of breath until you lose consciousness. The cure is easy enough, though -- touch another person and they'll see one of your memories, experiencing it as if it's their own. The effect is mutual -- you now have a piece of eachother, and you're safe from the illness... at least until you take another big breath. Good thing there's no mist inside the train!
☆ Four
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[3]
but we're just gonna say this happened somehow and.
And.
It consumes her. She does not know if she is screaming and it's the not knowing that drives her insane, makes her question if she is truly feeling repulsion and agony. She cannot find them, they've been lost, devoured in this awful expanse, and she feels herself being torn apart and compressed to nothing at the same time, and she realises.
It's not her that's screaming. It's everything. And it is familiar.]
L...et me out...
Re: [3]
or rather, it shapes itself back to its form, he comes out from the puddle and soaks up the rest of it to shape his body, his head well defined but the rest not so much - black, shadowy, nearly tendril-like appendages that make up a farce of a human body ]
Oh my. Oh my, I had a lovely dream. A memory? Now would be a lovely time for tea. . .
[ like he's talking to himself, more than anyone else ]
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pleasant
then again look at who we're talking t
But she is gasping, even though she does not need to breathe it's like she cannot get enough air only for it it stop suddenly. Quiet. She needs to be quiet. He's let her go, but she repeats it near quietly, with a begging, broken desperation. The wish of someone who longs for something that will never be within their reach.]
Let me go...let me go...let me go...let me out...
[She stops just as suddenly as before. Light and colour returns to her eyes, and she feels the silhouette of herself, clearly shaped and defined, not spread over an incomprehensible, lonely infinite.
She hurts and she is scared, but she knows it is her.]
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[ lifting up a half formed arm to reach out to her ]
Excuse me, but you are outside. This is the outside that you currently stand in. If anything, you should go inside, for there is nothing out here for you.
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[She says in a somewhat muted tone, an odd juxtaposition with her wide eyes.]
I must be. Why are you here?
[What on Earth is he talking about?]
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[ bluntly ]
What a question. I have yet to find my purpose but I will be sure to inform you once I have found it. However, conversation can hardly be held outside like this. You should go inside.
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Do you not remember.
[are you like, fucking kidding h]
1/??
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. . . Tea.
4/4
How quaint. How nice. What a wonderful memory to have regained to me. Yes, hello. Let us begin again.
My name is Amane. What is yours?
why would you do this
[she says slowly, uncertainty veiled. It is as though she must, in this moment, relearn the concept of language. She tests her tongue, her lips, her teeth, considers her extensive library of knowledge and makes certain it remains intact.
Because everything else is insanity.]
that...is not...your name.
you literally gave me the memory
Oh no, it would not do to deny my mother the name she gave me. It would be an insult to the family, you see. Perhaps you may have known me by a different name in the past, but that is not the name that was given to me at birth, nor the name that honors my noble parents. It is rude of me to insist, but please call me Amane.
LISTEN I DIDN'T KNOW THIS WOULD HAPPEN
you are a fool
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[ touches his face. ]
So this is my face. The shape is -
The shape is strange, I see. An avenue for improvement. But I shall do so, along with find my purpose. Ahhh, I should wear . . .
[ thinking, for a moment ]
. . . Clothes. Yes, that is the word. How indecent.
[ so he just starts moving past her ]
Excuse me.
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You cannot simply leave.
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Then what recourse may I take so that I am no longer indecent but you may have your satisfaction? Stranger, I do not know you, but I do not wish to do wrong by you either.
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[She wants to punch him in the teeth.]
That is, perhaps, the most absurd thing you have ever uttered.
[She stares upward, half muttering and to herself.]
Attempt to make clothes. That should not be beyond you.
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oh MY GOD
YOU GOT ONE MEMORY]
Stop it. You are not "Amane". You are not "80H". I am!
this is your fault
i've done nothing wrong
you deserve this
[ with a huff, considering her with a frown ]
Come to think of it, you are a rather rude person, aren't you. This conversation goes nowhere. I leave you now.
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