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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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She extends a hand, making to pull him out of the fog back into the train with more strength than should really be present in a frame as small as hers - magic, definitely. ]
Re: 3
[Lucien had never been a stranger to magic; even with only a few scant memories intact he knows exactly how someone that much smaller than him could act so effortlessly. He will stumble in, trying to brace himself on the wall so as not to bowl over his poor savior.
But as they made direct contact, she will get a memory. In this one, Lucien is younger, but still a grown man. He stands at the bedside of a woman not much older than him, also blonde. It is spring; the curtains in the opulent bedroom have been opened to let in natural light. The two have mostly been watching each other in silence. Her once similarly green eyes have gone bright red; he know it, along with a great deal of other differences, are a side-effect of the magical corruption she has endured in her service to the kingdom.
"The physicians tell me that they expect you to make a full recovery, Euphrosinia." He offers, a bit tepidly, because concern and the awkward circumstances of the situation.
"So they tell me.. But why so formal, brother?" She asks him. Her voice is dry and chiding.
"Oh! I suppose that I have been making so many public appearances that I scarcely remember who I am addressing!" Lucien offers in return, even managing to laugh. He feels a slight chill down his spine when she smiles. It is his relief that he does not have to explain that he tried addressing her by her birth name, as a sister, and she did not recognize it.]
Re: 3
[ What he sees in exchange is, by all appearances, largely a dream.
Elaine, a good four to six years younger here, a girl in her early teens, lies prone in her bed, body wracked by pain and fever. Her limbs feel as if they’re made of stone - her mouth feels full of cement, and she sees as if through a tarnished glass. It's blurry - shadows dart to and fro on the other side of the canopy, warbling noises as she's poked and prodded at. They feed her, fetch her water, air out the sheets, wipe her sweat, medicate her, check her vitals, but it is all, by and large, interaction she is only dimly, distantly conscious of. A shape mutters something or another. It would be a miracle if she survived to the end of the month. Was her father still overseas?
Something or another. Something like that. She accepts the inevitability of her death with dull, numb relief, but as her consciousness ebbs and flows, she dreams.
Outstretched before her was a yawning, endless abyss, pierced only by the man that lay within it. Clad in motes of light floating within the pitch - myriad bubbles, cabochon stones, spheres; worlds, galaxies, universes suspended in infinite time - he, great and bright and golden-eyed, shone with an enrapturing iridescence. Emanating such light and warmth that even the most brilliant of fires seemed to be a pale imitation.
She understood it herself. Indeed, the man in her dream could only be the very first flame in the world; the very essence of immaculate divinity, poured forth from the threshold. The god her family had devoted themselves to. The god that she had been devoted to. His heat radiates as far as her realm, scalds her beneath its weight, sublimates flesh and bone alike.
When she awakens days later the illness has receded from her body - the way she envisions snow in spring, that foreign heat sunken deeply into her core, stirring within her breast for the first time. She tells no one. ]
... Yes, of course. I hope you're well, at any rate.
Re: 3
[His expression is equal parts horrified and intrigued, as his breath hitches on both the visions and the fresh air of the train. He had scarcely any memories of his own, but he knew from them that he and his siblings were thought of as almost divine, hero-rulers that sacrificed their lives to keep the world safe from all threats. But there, laid before him in her memories, was an actual divinity; and it was a profane, horrific thing, the sort he had assumed he had been raised to slay or at least drive back.
To Lucien's credit, he does recover quickly. The young man is a king, some amount of stability had been drilled into him.]
That is to say, forgive my gawping. I was overtaken by something passing strange. It is quite a bit more dangerous outside even than it first appears.
Re: 3
[ what she saw could only have been a memory of his. there's a point to be made of how losing something makes it hard to pin down whether or not it's actually been lost, so she could never say for certain whether or not it truly wasn't something of hers, somehow, but.
that's ridiculous. who does she think she is?
either way - either way, she knows by now it'd be impolite to pry, but the premise of the train encourages it. there's no other reason she would've seen it, and there is the smallest bit of genuine curiosity on her end, for the insight into another person's life as a brother, his relationship with his sister - so she might as well.]
Though, if I must say... ah, rather - that was your elder sister?
Re: 3
[He shakes his head, then. If she saw his memory plainly, then what he was exposed to was not some illusion from whatever was outside. It was something she recalled clearly.]
If you do not mind my asking return: what manner of being was that, then?
Re: 3
[ but the smile she says it with is razor-thin, frayed at the edges with bitterness and apprehension. you know, sometimes there's just that one ex, right? ]
At any rate - it's wonderful to know that they remained so cared for. I'm certain that they were very happy.