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TEST DRIVE MEME
test drive meme
Welcome to the opening test drive of goodmorrow! If you're just getting here, you can find our game premise here and our full navigation here.
It's a new 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 this TDM, 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.It's a new 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 this TDM, 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.
dessicated and unremarkable
Forbidden Knowledge
Even after the end of the summoning ritual, many kept their eyes watching the sky. There is always the risk of summoning more than just a new batch of novitiates. When pulling things from other worlds, chances are high that something else might tag along.
A few hours after the end of the introductory sermon, scraps of paper start to blow down from the sky. They travel on the breeze and seem to get into everything. They land on roofs and float through open windows. They get tangled in tree branches and end up underfoot on walking paths. Page after page delicately makes its way to the earth.
It must be wisdom from the cosmos! The rumor sweeps its way across town in hushed whispers. The gossips are saying that the elders want the pages collected, so that they can properly archive and study them. They promise a handsome reward to those who can gather enough to fill a tome, but that seems somehow less attractive, even as something to wish about. Whether deliberately hunting out the pages or accidentally encountering them in everyday life, it will soon be obvious that these are pages full of something best left unseen.
Some of the manuscript pages seem mundane enough. The words seem strangely familiar, as if they might be legible if one focuses on them hard enough. It's just a matter of figuring out handwriting or deciphering a dialect. It must be. A page might prove so engrossing that it leaves a person in an enthralled state, silently locked in a quest to understand something that looks so comprehensible only for it to veer off into the uncanny. This lock might leave them tremendously suggestible to any words spoken around them, their minds struggling and desperate enough to latch on to anything comprehensible at all.
Other pages seem less similar to human writing and will likely create less of a hold on those with the misfortune to view them. The pages covered in glyphs and arcane symbols feel almost empowering their foreignness, almost as if one might simply let the experience wash over them and let it run through them. Those unlucky enough to state too long at one of those pages might find themselves overwhelmed by instances of magical outbursts. It feels like a strange sort of sneeze as the arcane energy suddenly sparks a small thunderbolt into existence, or turns a bushel of hay into a solid block of iron. The effects are seemingly random, but wear off on their own in a few minutes. It's probably fine. What kind of damage could be done in such a short time?
This might be a relief to the illiterate members of the community, if it wasn't for the leathery pages. More parchment than paper in texture, these pages seem to carry something ominous in the rough fibers of their material. When touched without protective gloves, these pages force their handler to feel a glimpse of unspeakable suffering. It comes from a place beyond pain, lighting parts of the mind that were never intended for use. Screaming might be a way to express it, but more often it manifests in an expression of extreme emotion. Hysterical mania seems nice until it doesn't end and keeps a person up at night unable to stop laughing. Murderous rage might be inconvenient for the other members of the village. Whatever the emotion is, it's gone far beyond any normal limitation and will stay that way for the next several hours.
Enjoy the hunt, Revelbrooke. Try not to end up with too many papercuts.
A few hours after the end of the introductory sermon, scraps of paper start to blow down from the sky. They travel on the breeze and seem to get into everything. They land on roofs and float through open windows. They get tangled in tree branches and end up underfoot on walking paths. Page after page delicately makes its way to the earth.
It must be wisdom from the cosmos! The rumor sweeps its way across town in hushed whispers. The gossips are saying that the elders want the pages collected, so that they can properly archive and study them. They promise a handsome reward to those who can gather enough to fill a tome, but that seems somehow less attractive, even as something to wish about. Whether deliberately hunting out the pages or accidentally encountering them in everyday life, it will soon be obvious that these are pages full of something best left unseen.
Some of the manuscript pages seem mundane enough. The words seem strangely familiar, as if they might be legible if one focuses on them hard enough. It's just a matter of figuring out handwriting or deciphering a dialect. It must be. A page might prove so engrossing that it leaves a person in an enthralled state, silently locked in a quest to understand something that looks so comprehensible only for it to veer off into the uncanny. This lock might leave them tremendously suggestible to any words spoken around them, their minds struggling and desperate enough to latch on to anything comprehensible at all.
Other pages seem less similar to human writing and will likely create less of a hold on those with the misfortune to view them. The pages covered in glyphs and arcane symbols feel almost empowering their foreignness, almost as if one might simply let the experience wash over them and let it run through them. Those unlucky enough to state too long at one of those pages might find themselves overwhelmed by instances of magical outbursts. It feels like a strange sort of sneeze as the arcane energy suddenly sparks a small thunderbolt into existence, or turns a bushel of hay into a solid block of iron. The effects are seemingly random, but wear off on their own in a few minutes. It's probably fine. What kind of damage could be done in such a short time?
This might be a relief to the illiterate members of the community, if it wasn't for the leathery pages. More parchment than paper in texture, these pages seem to carry something ominous in the rough fibers of their material. When touched without protective gloves, these pages force their handler to feel a glimpse of unspeakable suffering. It comes from a place beyond pain, lighting parts of the mind that were never intended for use. Screaming might be a way to express it, but more often it manifests in an expression of extreme emotion. Hysterical mania seems nice until it doesn't end and keeps a person up at night unable to stop laughing. Murderous rage might be inconvenient for the other members of the village. Whatever the emotion is, it's gone far beyond any normal limitation and will stay that way for the next several hours.
Enjoy the hunt, Revelbrooke. Try not to end up with too many papercuts.
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Thanks for checking out this setting! If you have questions, feel free to direct them to the first thread below.
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He's picked up a decent amount of them himself when Tsukiyama approaches, and Ryuunosuke holds up a hand. If he sees anything weird with the greeting, he doesn't say anything, instead he's nodding like he totally agrees.]
Right? I mean, we must be pretty special since we were brought here, but c'mon, this is just proof! And some of these pages seem to have magical symbols on them or something, so that's gotta mean something cool!
[He holds up one of said pages triumphantly like this proves a point some...how... but yes, it is full of magical symbols that almost make sense, and maybe if he studied them more they would but thankfully, Tsukiyama has distracted him from that for now, so we won't have to worry about some sort of disaster. I mean besides whatever these two are inevitably going to do, that's just a disaster in a different direction.]
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[It's delivered easily and without hesitation; any qualms he may be feeling about this whole thing are either nonexistent or so deeply buried that they might as well be in the graveyard over there.]
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[He very clearly does not understand the French, but you know what, he got the rest of it and that's good enough.]
Anyway, hi! Nice to meet you! Ryuunosuke Uryuu, also one of the newly-arrived, obviously. You seem to be settling in well enough!
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[Because old habits die hard, and so does introduction order for him, even if the way Ryuunosuke does it here seems to make infinitely more sense given the setting.]
I find this place...interesting, I suppose. The people here are welcoming in their own way, so I see no reason to not meet them where they are with regards to their custom.
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Yep, it is their town, after all. And they've been really good at trying to answer all the questions that have been thrown at them!
[He's been watching many of the others, after all, and there are quite a lot of questions that were asked.]
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Ah, so you've noticed that the others seem a little...intense.
[To put it gently.
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[Aside from seeming slightly more serious, he doesn't really seem bothered? It is what it is.]
And I can see where being told we can't leave would really upset people. But I still think we don't need to jump to threats and demanding information right away!
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[Their methods involve interdimensional kidnapping, boys...]
I don't think we should take it out on them at all; we should allow some leeway. Meet them with grace, if you will.
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Yeah, exactly! I'm glad you get it, I was kinda starting to worry I was the only one who wasn't super worked up...
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[And if they don't... Well, we get to see what happens when people don't come around, he supposes.]
Tell me a bit about yourself in the meantime, Uryuu-san; I'm curious.
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[You know, outside of his one hobby.]
I'm from Fuyuki and I recently returned there after spending some time traveling. I'm pretty interested in art and movies, and I like trying new things. I think that's about it? Like I said, not all that interesting.
[He laughs and deflects, as he always does.]
But what about you, Tsukiyama?
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[He laughs a little once that's out there.]
I promise I'm not avoiding your question! But you don't get to be so unfair about it.
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[He is slightly pink already anyway, don't worry about it.]
I've never left Japan, though I would like to travel abroad someday! Usually I don't go very far, but I've taken a few trips further out - there's always a lot of interesting places to visit, after all!
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[He hums quietly to himself, hand fluttering a little where he's come to press it up against his chest lightly.]
Ah, to answer your question properly, however - I live in Tokyo, where I've spent all my life, and I'm currently attending university; I'm studying social welfare and intending to become...well, something good, I hope! A social worker, an ambassador, someone who can work with people to make their lives better. Otherwise, I enjoy reading quite a bit, which is why I was so excited to see written word from those we're here to serve.
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[Tsukiyama already strikes him as an incredibly bright individual, and this certainly proves it; he seems like the exact opposite of Ryuunosuke, honestly. Just as bright and cheerful as he seems to be, but you know. Actually legit.]
That's really cool, Tsukiyama! I'm sure you'll do great - at whatever you decide to do! Though yeah, that definitely makes sense... I hope we get to speak directly to the Old Ones at some point, they seem pretty interesting too!
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[He feels it a valid question; they're going to be expected to do something eventually.]
I'm sure something will be asked of us eventually; what do you plan on doing, if I can ask? Acts of service to the community, rituals, rites of worship... What do you plan on doing with your time here?
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Dare I ask what you mean by that, Uryuu-san?
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[Totally normal things here, right...]
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[He says, straightforwardly.]
I suppose it's possible that they'll wait to see how our children turn out, but it seems more likely that they'll work out something else if this doesn't seem to be working. Isn't that right?
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[Hahahaha.]
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I guess it's a little too early to say for sure, since we don't really know what they'll expect from us.
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Ah, don't - I'm certain that whatever you end up offering them will be quite to their liking. As long as you gift it to them in sincerity, I can't imagine that you will be refused.
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Sorry, sorry! I've never been in a situation like this before, so I'm not really sure what I have to offer them! But you're probably right - so I'll come up with something good!
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