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TEST DRIVE MEME (4)

test drive meme

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!

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.

★ One
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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[ it just like

rolls. . . on the floor. . . clumsily trying to move away from the cups of tea. its vocal chords do not move quite properly, but the vague sounds are shaped like a cry for help, or a plea to stop ]

[ clicks her tongue! smh

but the novelty of hearing it scream like that has already worn off, so she'll get up and kneel a bit, aiming to scoop it up into her arms ]

Yes, yes. You are of such fathomless and abject weakness that you may not even withstand the simplest burns. I'm well aware.

[ it like. wiggles but there are little bulbous bits sticking out, looking like fingers, looking like they're trying to reach out for her as it weeps ]

[ up we go. to her credit, she does hold it pretty carefully - with both arms, nestled up into her shoulders like a baby, the part closest to her own head supported with a hand. it's a surprisingly tender gesture, especially considering what comes out of her mouth is just, ]

Though you should yourself know it all quite well, should you not? The matter of the flame, to you, and to your ilk - the wind, the sun, and the bush, or else the pits beneath, or further still its process entire, that your sickness be smelted and refined as the blade, or else -

No, you - in such a state, are you rather the liquor brought forth from that ore, crushed and distilled, I wonder?

My.

Dear brother, such a predicament you have found yourself in. Well, do hurry and see to your throat's repairs, at the very least.

Edited (I just needed to make this like .2% more pretentious) 2019-02-05 07:44 (UTC)

[ there's a sense of - observation, perhaps, with how the shape of the body seems to change and develop, mostly through arms. it tries to secure itself directly to her better with wiggling fingers, new appendages, but it doesn't have like

a face yet.

still, the rest of it seems to shape into messy, familiar hair ]

[ snorts a little. this is a baby that she loves extremely deeply and all but what is she even supposed to do with it, why can't she just yeet it in the trashcan and go back to sleep

she strokes at its hair gently, a grin playing across her features as she realizes that it is in fact hair that she feels there, and pauses. well. well, what did she do last time? that was then and this is now and she feels - decidedly less aggravated this time, but if it's about his body, there's only one thing to do, isn't there?

supporting it with just the one arm, she roots around in the kitchen until she finds a good, especially sharp-looking knife. ]

Well, then - I suppose that you must be hungry.

[ so, one-handed, she pushes the collar of her top down to reveal a fairly gnarly set of bruises - from being strangled, not that it would remember, or even that it has eyes - and nicks herself with the blade, freeing a similar looking ichor. thick and dark, somewhere between mud and what should probably actually be in there

and hoists it up a little more, pressing it to the wound ]

You'd do well to eat before it sees itself healed.

[ well it does like, lean into that

and then just kind of suction itself onto her, before starting to cover every inch of her bbbbbbody while it starts draining her of the ichor, this is intentional ]

[ swats at it with a hand ]

My! And yet you would speak to me as if I am the glutton?

[ like, well, chiding a child. or scolding a close friend or family member for eating too much

I guess like, since, ]

[ :(

drawing back, a face beginning to form where the force of suction had centralized, mouth first ]

Speak to? Glutton? Me? You?

[ it is,

in fact, ]

Edited 2019-02-05 10:37 (UTC)

Yes, you - who have prior to this spoken to me as if I am somehow gluttonous, or else indulgent in my appetite, despite the voracity displayed on your own part in our past, and here, today...

[ but she pats at it a bit. ]

If it is a matter of this lifeblood, take what is needed only. Should the amount prove great, then do so slowly.

[ just sort of groans, sloughing off of her now ]

I don't want to eat.

[ finally, a proper sentence, as the head starts to better form underneath the layers of messy hair, though the torso remains unshapely ]

- As if there is something amiss with my taste -

[ it's not that she doesn't think that's what he was trying to say, but she knows this one is kind of different. they're not at that point yet, so she just huffs. ]

Well then, what is it that you want?

What do I want . . .

. . .

What do I want . . .

[ thinking on it

and just sort of meandering around ]

I don't want these anymore. . .

[ as he wanders, the cups start sliming out of his body, leaving behind trails of china ]

I want . . . something . . .

Yes, yes. And what is it?

. . . .

I don't remember . . .

[ . . . ]

Come to think of it, who are you. . .

I see. Well, then - with consideration given to the state of that body I suppose a fracture in your memory, as had been speculated, is likewise to be expected. Yes, loathsome though it may be it is regardless as I thought.

As you shall recall in time, this Elaine is your younger sister.

I see, I see.

What is a "sister"?

Are you -

[ she already knows the answer to that question. ]

A sister - one of the female gender with whom immediate consanguineous or sentimental relation is shared, though lacking in the culpability for existence possessed by a "mother." You, a man somewhat more aged than my own self, yet bound to me through our blood, yet not so that you may be spoken of as the chief architect of this body, are my elder brother.

So I am not mother, nor am I sister, but I am brother. I see. Elder, younger, a mark to denote the passage of time. So we share blood, but not sentiment.

Yes, yes. I understand. It is nice to meet you, Sister.

[ with a yawn, sluggish ]

Then, I shall learn from you. Then, I shall rely on you. Sister, for what purpose were you born?

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Ah, it is rather something quite - other than that, yes. Yes, to claim such is itself somewhat improper, though your rudiments have been lost, regardless... Very well. I suppose I shall concede this once. That one could exist solely to the exclusion of its other is scarcely accurate - between us lies blood as well as sentiment in its fullest measure. Consider momentarily the head and tail of the beast. The head and tail of the coin, forged through heat as fervent - for you the pit I suppose, or else the blade, or an embrace for my own self - no, rather, for us both it is perhaps nothing more than a kiln. Scarlet crushed underfoot, refined and distilled by flame - such that this alone remains.

[ at "this," she extends a hand to press into the ooze where he's still forming, to illustrate ]

Such is "our" circumstance. Hearth-warmed quicksilver, or else aged blood, or else putrefied tissue.

[ absorbed like 5% of that ]

Yours and who else's?

Dearest brother, do pay attention. To whom do you believe I am speaking?

If you would like me to pay attention you should speak plainly.

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