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Test Drive Meme #005
KHU IODUAN; TEST DRIVE MEME #005    | |
I. BE A GOOD NEIGHBOUR - Surprise Petsitting?! Success! You've scored a quiet day, and you're just about to settle in for a marathon of your favourite Tears of the Ocean Heart episodes when there's a knock on your door. A very distracted looking Castian is standing there, talking away on his yimo, and beside him, a very fancy Inan on a glitzy harness and leash. "Right, right," the Castian says to whomever he's talking to. "I'm just dropping Ruqhina off at the sitter, I'll be there in ten." Shoving the leash at you, he announces, "Thank you again for agreeing to watch my darling Ruqhina, I really appreciate it. Don't forget to exercise early in the day, she likes eating energy of active people only, I don't want her on a lazy person diet. Did you change your hair, I thought you had blue hair? Well nevermind, I have to get going, I'll be back in a week. Goodbye sweetheart, Daddy misses you already!" And then he's gone. II. DREAMING BRIDGE - Grab Your Apron! The Aifaran government fully supports the Dreaming Bridge with both coin and supplies to take care of newcomer Dreamfolk, but the actually day-to-day operations are left to the site staff themselves. While they have a full complement of volunteers to manage the various aspects -- from cleaning and setting up rooms for new Dreamfolk, to helping new arrivals get used to the city by answering questions and organizing guided tours. "Hey you," an Arybar calls out, motioning with a soup ladle. He's about seven feet tall, with tiger-like striping on his skin. "Come back into the kitchen and help out, would you? We're short-staffed today, and since you're getting three meals a day for free, you can share the load." III. KIRIN RODEO - Place Your Bets! At the end of every month, the Mounted Division of the Sentry holds their skills competition. When they're not on the field, their steeds are often the subject of much admiration from children and more than a few adults. Astride many breeds of kirin, some lithe and fleet, some stockier and stronger, these off-duty officers demonstrate their control and bond over the notoriously strong-willed and intelligent creatures with complicated maneuvers. There's a surprisingly in-depth system for betting on one's favourite to win the various matches, and just about everyone's willing to explain the odds to newcomers. There's only one rule: all proceeds go to funding of the city's charities. (Bragging rights on winning are still yours to keep.) Two bells ring loudly over the crowd - last call for wagers! IV. TALENT IS A MISNOMER - You Didn't Need That Wall Right? There are a lot of Dreamfolk in the city, and all of them are dealing with their own newly gifted Talents in their own ways. Some, especially those who are used to extraordinary abilities from their own worlds, have some idea of how to train on them safely, learning the ins and outs of their new gift. And then you have some whose only exposure to "magic" is through stories, fairy tales, or really entertaining TV, and pointing a finger-gun at a target and saying "boom!" has never actually worked... until now. "Uh," the other Dreamfolk says, staring dumbly at the car-sized hole in the wall, and then glances at you who just happened to be the closest person. "That's... new. Yikes. Should we run? Wait, I've got a better idea--" Cue loud voice and frantic pointing in your direction. "IT WAS THIS ONE! THEY DID IT!" V. THE VERDANT SENTRY - Attention, New Recruits! It's clear that all of the city's law enforcement is handled by the various branches of the Sentry: from Mounted Division handling street patrol, to the Aerial Corps provided airborne support for tactical and rescue operations, to the Nautical Branch undertaking regular sea patrols as the first line of defense along the archipelago's borders. But everyone interested in joining up has to go through their basic training program, and that starts today with a general skills assessment. There's quite a mix of attendees today, spread across nearly every race represented in Aifaran and including other Dreamfolk, but whatever the recruiter is saying is getting lost in the two chatty Igheeri who seem to think they're too good to listen to the standard welcome speech... time to interrupt by signaling the person in charge? Take care of it yourself? Gripe about it to the person in line beside you? VI. WILDCARD - Because You're Not The Boss Of Me Anything else that doesn't fit the above prompts is welcome, just keep it within the game setting please! Applications β’ Reservations β’ Taken List β’ Game Navigation |
Waylon Park | Outlast: Whistleblower
What the ever-loving fuckeryβ¦ Waylon felt he was nearly two minutes in his day before his eyes bugged out with the clash of unexplainable force and the suddenly damaged wall. Noβ¦ No sir, he did not like it. It reminded him almost instantly of the hell heβd escaped and it was bad enough his exit thwarted him into either a complete lapse of conscious reality, or he literally flipped off one hot pan into another; a world he would not have expected, nor could explain. Lisa was never going to let him live this shit down.
Once the blame was upon him a sudden feeling of crucifixion came to haunt him and he was quickly noping right the fuck out of Dodge. Waylon turned from the obnoxious talent-wielding freak and booked it down the street at a quick sprint. Images flashed and prickled at his eyes as they remained bug-eyed on his run toward some place safe he could hide. Of course losing his tail (should he have one) would be the first priority before taking that leap of faith into a shallow locker.
This is a great idea, sureβ¦ sureβ¦ what the hell am I doing? Oh, just stay strongβ¦ just keep going.. if anyoneβs got to know it should be the police. However, there was a little thought behind the madness: Thereβs got to be a way of contacting the outside β my world! β if thatβs what theyβre still on about. Waylon wasnβt sure just how much he was absolutely losing his mind or if this was actually another world. Murkoff sure did a number on him, either way, he was absolutely convinced he was in some sort of reprogramming situation to cleanse his mind. For all he knew, he could be tucked away in one of the padded cells hiding under a bed and this whole place was within the deepest recess of his mind.
Whatever these two jokers were talking about beside him didnβt necessarily bother him, his own mind was too busy to really keep up with whatever the hell was being said up front anyway. Something about welcome and this is the first day of the rest of your life nonsense. Hell, maybe he was going deeper and deeper into the rabbit hole and tomorrow heβd show up in an episode of I Love Lucy; why?βbecause he was crazy, and this whole thing was crazy. He was riding the hope that if he joined this Sentry business heβd be exposed to some higher level of clearance which involved a radio in which he could contact earth; Come in Ground Control, this is Major Tom.. Tell my wife I love her very much she knowsβ¦ Waylon closed his eyes tightly with a furrow to his brow before he grumbled. βIβm floating around my tin canβ¦ far above the moon.β
π hello there (4)
He makes a quick decision. "This way!" he says to the panicked-looking guy, ducking down a nearby alleyway. At least Miles has been around here long enough to get over his claustrophobia. Mostly.
yassss yas, hullo 8]
In any case, yes, Waylon went running the direction the man had offered. βI didnβt do it!β He said immediately, defense is the best offense, after all.
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"Can't tell ya how many times I've said that," Miles said, and leaned against the wall when they'd gone around another corner. His heart thudded dully in his ears, and if it hadn't been bright daylight, he might have allowed a little bit of anxiety to creep in - even if they weren't after him. Getting chased by psychos for a whole night really fucks the fight-or-flight response.
"Okay, I think we're good," he said after a few seconds.
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what the hell did that guy do?!" Powers.. right.. The concept certainly shouldn't be new to him; for starters he was meant to wrap his head around being on a whole new planet, so add in some expectation of unnatural phenomenons, makes sense. Hell, he was beginning to believe he started this walk on this planet on his first night at Mount Massive Nightmares from Hell.
"Christ!" He shook his head and gave the stranger a bug-eyed look as he focused on pushing out all the nasty, unpleasant, torturous visions in his head.
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His hand went, almost unconsciously, to a holster at his side - though instead of a gun there, there was a much-abused camcorder. His shoulders eased just a little when he could feel it there. Sometimes the weight of it strapped to his leg with the thing he'd had made here was too familiar, and he had that little thrill of aw, shit when he thought it was gone. Never a great feeling.
At least it'd never slip out of his fingers again. Probably.
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His eyes followed the man's hands and he noted the amiss of a few fingers but it was the camcorder that his attention really honed in on.
For a moment he was still and his mind teetered back toward the night he'll, unfortunately, never forget. Meanwhile, his right hand moves for the camcorder nestled in the inside pocket of his jacket. He comments dumbly as he pulls out the trinket, handling it delicately, "I ... got... one too."