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archishellago2018-07-25 10:49 pm
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Test Drive Meme #006
KHU IODUAN; TEST DRIVE MEME #006    | |
I. AROUND AIFARAN - Getting The Perfect Shot! This month in Aifaran, there's a contest being held on the popular social site Xa Xa, which Earth-based Dreamfolk may recognize as vaguely Instagram-like -- it's all about the pretty pictures! With a top (and substantial) prize of 500 hhinn per category, lots of people are getting into the game. Prizes will be handed out for awards like Best Composition, Most Creative Angle, Best Use of Lighting, etc, and this means that it won't be uncommon to see people in unusual places (even some risky ones) trying to score the perfect shot. Maybe they're bumping accidentally into you on the street, or slipping off the edge of a rooftop, or not paying attention to that train heading their way?? II. 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!" III. WE HAVE REGULATIONS ABOUT THIS - Munga on the Loose! Munga are ill-tempered, rat-sized spiky lizards with a gift for camouflage, and whose venom in their spines and teeth is also highly hallucinogenic. And... they're on the loose. Fortunately, keeping them is highly regulated, and pretty much everyone in Aifaran knows about them, but loose Munga are uncommon enough that the reaction is more likely to be startled flailing at a hint of spines and skittering. Today someone's exotic pet has slipped out of their hands, and it's trailing a harness and lead as it zigzags away, prickling and hissing and going for the ankles. It's given a wide berth, except by those who don't notice until it's too late or those too preoccupied by something else. Hopefully the proper authorities have been notified to catch and return the creature, but maybe someone helpful can keep it from getting too far away? IV. A SURPRISE WINDFALL - Officer, This Isn't Mine... There was a loud thud as someone tosses a heavy bag from the window of a dilapidated building. Five seconds later there’s smoke pouring out the windows and your holding what seems to be someone else’s luggage. Opening it, you find carefully wrapped bricks of some very illegal drugs, and someone down the side alley is pointing at you and yelling. A mounted Sentry officer is giving you a rather peculiar look as well while he calls in the fire brigade. And among the people fleeing the building, there are five Kin’nal looking at you, wide-eyed, as it suddenly dawns on them that they messed up. Take your new prize and split before reinforcements arrive? Try to explain the mistake? Take note that the building is still on fire? V. KNOWLEDGE IS PRECIOUS - Accosted By Monks The Tariken monks are out in full force today, their orange and green robes making them easy to spot in a crowd, and there's a high chance you might be approached by one. Their sect values knowledge above everything else, so recording information from Dreamfolk, who are transient to Konryu, is something they see as imperative. Some of the questions are standard ("what's the name of your world? is it anything like Konryu? do have have any special position there?") but sometimes they move into stranger territory, like what's your favourite bath soap scent and how many times you wear your socks before washing them -- all of which are asked with the most studious attentiveness, just in case your answer holds the secret to the multiverse. 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 • Reservations • Taken List • Game Navigation |
Korg the Kronan | MCU
Korg doesn't need to be experimenting with talents to accidentally break a wall. He just leaned on a wall that he didn't check for stability first.
"Oh, sorry about that. Used to leaning on things made of alien metal. Not any particular kind of metal, just your generically strong metal, fit to lambshade most improbably scenarios, you know the type."
V. Knowledge is Precious
Korg is happy to answer questions to the best of his ability, although the monks soon find his irreverence slightly offputting.
"Most recently I was on a planet named Sakkar, but mostly I spent a lot of time sitting in a circle that didn't go anywhere. Both the circle and me. It mostly stayed in place, as structures do, and also did a good job of imprisoning me inside it. As a prison went, I get it a solid B+. The lines for the bathroom were very long, you see."
"Polishing my rocks? Usually only in private."
Wildcard!
V | from one rock to another... hello
It's not clear whether Rutile is rescuing Korg or the monks when they politely dip into the conversation.
"You don't have to answer their questions, you know," they say.
rock on
"Its kind of a reflex to answer a question that someone answers, right? Like flicking off the lights when you leave the room or spraying magazine salesman with a garden hose."
Maybe he wouldn't have such a dismal view of magazine salesman as he did if they ever had some decent catalogs, but they were always sports or homestyle magazines.
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"And I can't say I've experienced those reflexes. Lights that can be controlled with a switch are new to me, and I haven't seen any magazine salesmen that demand a good soaking."
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Now that the monks had slipped away, Korg was left purposeless.
"I kind of miss them already. Do you think they'd like to hear about the mineral growth on my ankle?"
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That said, they're quite used to dealing with strange gems whose metaphors leave a lot to be desired, and the notion of mineral growth piques their interest. Their expression brightens.
"I doubt it," they say, "but I'd quite like to. I was a doctor back home, and I may be able to contribute something. At the very least -" a smile appears on their face as they pull out a hammer and chisel, and there's a slight gleam in their eye that is not due to the rutilations in their eyes, "I'd love to take a sample."
II
Unfortunately, the sentry doesn't seem to think so. Clarissa steps up, false outrage in her tone.
"I demand you speak to the owner of this wall," she said, eyes narrowed, "It was clearly built wrong. Walls don't just fall down you know, not unless there's something wrong with the structure. You're lucky this man wasn't hurt!" She turned to Korg, winking so the officers couldn't see, "I would think some sort of citation is in order, perhaps a full investigation into the builders."
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"A full investigation, I think, yes! In fact, I'm liable to sue! That fall took a chunk out of my arm there, see-" he said, pointing to a completely unrelated rock sitting on the floor. "That looks like an elbow or possibly a spleen. I'm no doctor, but it definitely looks serious."
The frog person that he was talking to seemed to be largely confused by the sudden reversal and started backpedaling defensively.
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"Now sir," she said to Korg, "I'm sure these fine officers will take care of it, and the owner of the wall should pay for a full medical examination. There's no need to sue."
In other words, don't push it dude, there's a line somewhere and she has no intention of crossing it by accident. She picks up the rock that the man indicated and examined it.
"I don't think it's an important piece," she told him, still maintaining the facade, "The owner is lucky."
The officers seemed a bit stunned by her appearance and challenge, but they couldn't quite figure out how to argue against her logic.
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He gives the building owner a very certain head nod and starts to walk away from the building, then stops and turns the other directly. He didn't know what directly he was originally going.
"This way," he mumbles aloud, before marching that way with his shoulders back and his chest puffed out.
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He didn't seem to know where he is going, but as long as it was away from here before anyone called her bluff then she didn't really care.
"You are pretty strong, mister," she chirped, following him when he changed direction.
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"Thanks for your help back there, I didn't want to start my stay in yet another place as an indentured servant. Even if spinning signs in front of a shop sounds a little more peaceful than smashing aliens between my fists."
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She continued to follow him, interested in what he had to say and what he was, and pretty much everything.
"I don't think they do indentured service here," she replied, "But I mean, there is probably a jail." She hummed and then added, "You smashed aliens?"