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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.
ooc notes
Thanks for checking out this setting! If you have questions, feel free to direct them to the first thread below.
arrival
So I am.
[He regards the other man with mild interest, though there's certainly the sense he's sizing him up.]
Hostage situations are nothing new, though this one is rather novel.
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[Yeah, hostage situations are nothing new for him either - on the other side of things, um. Let's not worry about that, though!!]
You've been kidnapped before?
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[Because he's the one holding hostages.]
I've never heard of strange occult kidnappings before, that's what I meant.
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Well, yeah, I think it'd be kinda weird if anyone had any sort of experience with something like that! My life's been super normal, so I'm not sure why I was dragged here...
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[Thanks, Ocelot.]
It's impossible to know without more information.
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[Though he is admittedly very interested in learning more about these Old Ones, because that sounds delightful.]
Oh! Right! I forgot to introduce myself; my name's Ryuunosuke Uryuu. Circumstances aside, it's nice to meet you, mister!
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[Going for the surname, naturally.]
Call me Ocelot.
I doubt anyone here has much to divulge— those who do are likely sequestered away.
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Ocelot, like the wild cat?
[While not a leopard (the objective best predator, just saying) ocelots are pretty cool too. But anyway...]
Oh, you think so? I guess it'd make sense that they want to control how much we can learn...
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[He nods at the question.]
I'm certain there's a chain of command; there always is.
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[But yeah, anyway, this is probably a more pressing topic.]
Yeah, certainly. So do you think there's more to it than what they've told us? That we're here for some... greater purpose or something?
[He was just sort of assuming that everything they were told was true, that they really were here as a result of the Old Ones' blessings and whatever, but this guy sounds like he actually has a clue what's going on.]
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[Yeah, he's just. Leading with that. It's so deadpan it's difficult to tell if he's kidding or not.]
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Y-Yeah, funny joke...
[Totally nailed it.]
You don't really think they'd do something like that... do you?
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He doesn't seem to notice anything off with Uryuu's reaction, though that could be because he's the one who immediately jumped to a dark joke.]
For now, I think it's unlikely. First, we need to know more about our present situation.
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Yeah. We know we were brought here, supposedly by the Old Ones' powers. We've been told that there isn't a way home. And they really, really believe in the Old Ones and their blessings or whatever, because they sure did go on and on about all of that.
[But that really isn't a lot of information on the current situation, so he sees where Ocelot is coming from.]
We need to talk to more people around town and see if they have any more information, right?
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[Mostly because he needs to get back. The alternative is simply not an option.]
I can't imagine how they brought us here to begin with. Certainly not by means I'm familiar with.
[Nevertheless, he nods.]
Yes. Though I doubt the locals here know much more than what we've already been told.
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[Magic, probably, but he only learned magic was real about five seconds before arriving here, so that's not exactly a great sign.]
So even that probably won't help... What do you think we should do?
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[It's not a city he's familiar with, so it catches his interest immediately. He gives Uryuu a look that makes it clear he's a little suspicious.]
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Yeah? That's the city I'm from.
[He doesn't think he needs to clarify that it's in Japan, since Ocelot clearly recognizes Japanese customs, but that's an odd reaction.]
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[He doesn't detect any lies, but that doesn't mean he's not going to pursue it.]
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[Which is a yes, in a way.]
There is no Fuyuki City in Εita, but you're not lying to me.
[Sorry for the abrupt interrogation, but also not really.]
I don't know what to make of it. We seem to come from two different realities.
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I... uh. Wow, I don't know what to say to that. I mean, I'm from Fuyuki and I recently returned so it definitely exists where I'm from? But if it's your job to know stuff like this, then I'll believe you. It just... seems weird for a whole city not to exist in your version of Japan?
[Though this does go along with the idea that they were dragged here from different worlds, doesn't it...]
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I agree.
Out of curiosity, what year is it for you?
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That's kind of an odd question, isn't it...? It's 1994.
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Whoever these people are, they're capable of things that shouldn't be possible.
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