TEST DRIVE MEME #3
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Welcome to the second test drive of ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
goodmorrow! If you're just getting here, you can find our game premise here and our full navigation here.
Even if you're new to the game, but you don't have to play a newbie! This game has a mechanic that allows people to app characters who aren't new to the setting. Please check over on our application guidelines for more information about how it works. We've also got a summary of World Events that occurred prior to the game's opening, so your oldbie can have some things to reference.
Thank you for playing! We're excited to have you.
goodmorrow! If you're just getting here, you can find our game premise here and our full navigation here.Even if you're new to the game, but you don't have to play a newbie! This game has a mechanic that allows people to app characters who aren't new to the setting. Please check over on our application guidelines for more information about how it works. We've also got a summary of World Events that occurred prior to the game's opening, so your oldbie can have some things to reference.
Thank you for playing! We're excited to have you.
the summoning
Arrivals
There is always a buzz around the time of a summoning ritual. Will there be dozens? Or will this time only yield a handful? Will the stakes become dramatic enough for there to be a glimpse of one of the Old Ones, and the chance to partake in their incomprehensible greatness? The ones who believe consider it a day of hope and new beginnings. However, there are much more mundane concerns for the skeptics. Summoning means that there will be a whole new group of displaced folks who'll need to be oriented. They'll come hurting and confused, squirming with the bone-deep pain of travel and weary after hours of hearing about how they've been Chosen to herald the approach of the Old Ones. People will be here seeking help, and most of the native townsfolk only understand how to preach at newcomers. The new arrivals will likely need help from more experienced expats who better understand where they're coming from.
to love in the worst way
A Kiss of Winter
This winter has been one of extremes. The community has been subjected to blistering cold and shared the company of fire-creatures, with a sense of normalcy only recently returning. But the summoning ritual tends to be disruptive during the best of times, and the novitiates warn that it's never quite safe to assume that arrivals could appear without some kind of further incident. They call it something like interdimensional debris, except the dust tends to do more than trigger some allergies.
A few days after the summoning ceremony, the sky takes on a deep red color. The wind picks up, seemingly indicative of another round of storm conditions. Fortunately or not, when the clouds gather to precipitate, the droplets freeze on the way down from the atmosphere and coat the already-snowy village in a gentle haze of pink. There's something a little harmonious about waking to a gentle pastel setting, cottages lined together as if coated by so much candy floss. The novitiates most inclined to be suspicious about everything might engage with it only while covering their skin with thick gloves and outerwear. But the local children seem to share no such reservations, frolicking in the snow with wild abandon and lobbing snowballs as they are wont to do. While the pink snow is relatively fresh, they're mostly covered in the stuff, which melts into a dark red jam when they invariably trudge inside shops and taverns to warm up. The substance is far less beautiful when unfrozen, but it also doesn't seem to be melting anyone's eyeballs, so maybe it's relatively harmless.
Your Heart Calls to Me It does seem to shift the mood, ever so slightly. The pleasant pink snowscape seems to be cheering up those exposed to it for more than a few minutes. A spirit of affection and generosity seems to have descended with the weather, and the townsfolk are practically buzzing with the aftershocks. The farmers are slacking off their winter duties to flirt with the washerwomen, and the barmaids seem far more tolerant of handsy customers, giggling where they might have normally thrown a punch. In some way, it just seems like people like each other more than usual.
But a simple pleasant mood isn't the only change in some folks. As the rosy haze lingers over the town, the exposure seems to build up into something else. People who haven't been careful with the frozen landscape, or who have had the misfortune to come into contact with its thick, sticky concentrated version, will find that simple affection just isn't enough. Instead, they find themselves overcome with the desire to prove themselves to the object of their affection. Some people will be inspired to perform a public display of affection, or to create a spectacle of a marriage proposal. There certainly seems to be an increasing number of adventurers who want to performatively slay one of the lingering frost monsters scattered in the woods.
CW: self-harm, mutilation Still others will find that their impulses fall more towards gift giving in a more grisly sense. There is no better proof of love than giving all of oneself, after all. Why give chocolate hearts when one can cut into their own chest and pull out their still-beating heart as a gift instead? A lover who complimented their partner's beautiful face deserves to receive that face as a prize. And strangely, through the madness of gore and mutilation that begins to emerge in pockets of town, the donor bodies seem to have no trouble surviving. Missing organs or limbs, shambling through the streets with their blood mingling with the pink snowfall, these passionate victims seem to subsist on their emotions alone, desperate to keep giving and loving no matter how much it hurts.
A few days after the summoning ceremony, the sky takes on a deep red color. The wind picks up, seemingly indicative of another round of storm conditions. Fortunately or not, when the clouds gather to precipitate, the droplets freeze on the way down from the atmosphere and coat the already-snowy village in a gentle haze of pink. There's something a little harmonious about waking to a gentle pastel setting, cottages lined together as if coated by so much candy floss. The novitiates most inclined to be suspicious about everything might engage with it only while covering their skin with thick gloves and outerwear. But the local children seem to share no such reservations, frolicking in the snow with wild abandon and lobbing snowballs as they are wont to do. While the pink snow is relatively fresh, they're mostly covered in the stuff, which melts into a dark red jam when they invariably trudge inside shops and taverns to warm up. The substance is far less beautiful when unfrozen, but it also doesn't seem to be melting anyone's eyeballs, so maybe it's relatively harmless.
Your Heart Calls to Me It does seem to shift the mood, ever so slightly. The pleasant pink snowscape seems to be cheering up those exposed to it for more than a few minutes. A spirit of affection and generosity seems to have descended with the weather, and the townsfolk are practically buzzing with the aftershocks. The farmers are slacking off their winter duties to flirt with the washerwomen, and the barmaids seem far more tolerant of handsy customers, giggling where they might have normally thrown a punch. In some way, it just seems like people like each other more than usual.
But a simple pleasant mood isn't the only change in some folks. As the rosy haze lingers over the town, the exposure seems to build up into something else. People who haven't been careful with the frozen landscape, or who have had the misfortune to come into contact with its thick, sticky concentrated version, will find that simple affection just isn't enough. Instead, they find themselves overcome with the desire to prove themselves to the object of their affection. Some people will be inspired to perform a public display of affection, or to create a spectacle of a marriage proposal. There certainly seems to be an increasing number of adventurers who want to performatively slay one of the lingering frost monsters scattered in the woods.
CW: self-harm, mutilation Still others will find that their impulses fall more towards gift giving in a more grisly sense. There is no better proof of love than giving all of oneself, after all. Why give chocolate hearts when one can cut into their own chest and pull out their still-beating heart as a gift instead? A lover who complimented their partner's beautiful face deserves to receive that face as a prize. And strangely, through the madness of gore and mutilation that begins to emerge in pockets of town, the donor bodies seem to have no trouble surviving. Missing organs or limbs, shambling through the streets with their blood mingling with the pink snowfall, these passionate victims seem to subsist on their emotions alone, desperate to keep giving and loving no matter how much it hurts.
ooc notes
Threads here are welcome to become game canon if a TDM character is later accepted and all parties consent. Existing players are welcome to report activity here as AC.
Thanks for checking out this setting! If you have questions, feel free to direct them to the first thread below.
Thanks for checking out this setting! If you have questions, feel free to direct them to the first thread below.
