TEST DRIVE MEME #2
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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 see what cannot be unseen
Attachment Theory
CW: tropophobia, parasites
With the summoning completed, several remain pensive. New arrivals never come alone. Novitiates herald stowaways from beyond dimensions. There isn't much of a wait this time around. The novitiates will have barely a day to settle before a violent storm overtakes the village. Fierce winds and hail rage for a full day, rattling at the shutters and testing the limits of the quaint dormitory cottages. During the worst of it, people might find themselves fleeing indoors to the closest shelter and remaining trapped for several hours with another unhappy stranger.
CW: tropophobia (linked image) When the storm clears, the bitter cold feels all the more arctic. The thorny pelts collected several weeks ago help improve the supply of cloaks and outergarments, but a bone-deep chill has settled. The storm also seems to have brought extensive clusters of small stones, little pebble-like things clinging to exterior surfaces. They are like barnacles, covering doors and treetrunks, little amber rocks with an enormous black spot in the center.
As always, the elders request that any interdimensional artifacts be collected and submitted to the church for study. Most of the townsfolk take the direction as a cue that they'll have help cleaning off their properties, and will do their best to enlist any novitiate for cleanup duty. Grab a scraper and get to work, stranger. That church of yours wants you to get your hands dirty today.
Then there is the issue of what to do with them all. The blacksmiths find that the little stones polish up quite nicely and have started to encrust them on chains. The chefs found that, once boiled, they pop open and contain a curiously-textured meat within. They are tentatively added to soups as a protein variety. They aren't entirely careful about marking flavors with all the new mouths to feed, but food is food, right? It's rude to complain.
On the third day after the storm, the little stones begin to blink. The spots dart around and follow motion, watching. Waiting. The townsfolk don't appear to notice the motion, if anyone asks about it, regardless of how sure you are that the bucket of stones stared at you for the last half hour while you were working.
Those wearing jewelry made of polished stones will find they've received greatly enhanced eyesight, as if a sixth sense allows them access into any crevice spotted by the little creatures. It can be overwhelming to see everything, the world spread out to an infinite vision. But that in itself can be overwhelming, as it magnifies over time. Which eyes are the ones attached to your physical body? How will one brain process so much constant simultaneous imagery? The stimulation is constant, your hundreds of eyes receiving exhausting information that doesn't stop even when you close the only eyes in your control. One imagines it's enough to make a person wish for blindness.
Those who ate the little creatures, whether by choice or by accident, will find themselves drawn towards warmth and companionship, without much discrimination about their partner. It's just so cold outside, isn't it best to stay together with someone? Absolutely anyone will do, as long as they don't leave. Separation would certainly be a Death. Unthinkable. Unbearable. Surely it makes sense to be so clingy, to lean into this sudden flash of intensity toward a loved one or even a stranger. The only way to survive is to make sure you aren't alone.
CW: tropophobia (linked image) When the storm clears, the bitter cold feels all the more arctic. The thorny pelts collected several weeks ago help improve the supply of cloaks and outergarments, but a bone-deep chill has settled. The storm also seems to have brought extensive clusters of small stones, little pebble-like things clinging to exterior surfaces. They are like barnacles, covering doors and treetrunks, little amber rocks with an enormous black spot in the center.
As always, the elders request that any interdimensional artifacts be collected and submitted to the church for study. Most of the townsfolk take the direction as a cue that they'll have help cleaning off their properties, and will do their best to enlist any novitiate for cleanup duty. Grab a scraper and get to work, stranger. That church of yours wants you to get your hands dirty today.
Then there is the issue of what to do with them all. The blacksmiths find that the little stones polish up quite nicely and have started to encrust them on chains. The chefs found that, once boiled, they pop open and contain a curiously-textured meat within. They are tentatively added to soups as a protein variety. They aren't entirely careful about marking flavors with all the new mouths to feed, but food is food, right? It's rude to complain.
On the third day after the storm, the little stones begin to blink. The spots dart around and follow motion, watching. Waiting. The townsfolk don't appear to notice the motion, if anyone asks about it, regardless of how sure you are that the bucket of stones stared at you for the last half hour while you were working.
Those wearing jewelry made of polished stones will find they've received greatly enhanced eyesight, as if a sixth sense allows them access into any crevice spotted by the little creatures. It can be overwhelming to see everything, the world spread out to an infinite vision. But that in itself can be overwhelming, as it magnifies over time. Which eyes are the ones attached to your physical body? How will one brain process so much constant simultaneous imagery? The stimulation is constant, your hundreds of eyes receiving exhausting information that doesn't stop even when you close the only eyes in your control. One imagines it's enough to make a person wish for blindness.
Those who ate the little creatures, whether by choice or by accident, will find themselves drawn towards warmth and companionship, without much discrimination about their partner. It's just so cold outside, isn't it best to stay together with someone? Absolutely anyone will do, as long as they don't leave. Separation would certainly be a Death. Unthinkable. Unbearable. Surely it makes sense to be so clingy, to lean into this sudden flash of intensity toward a loved one or even a stranger. The only way to survive is to make sure you aren't alone.
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.
