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TDM 016 & 4th WALL EVENT: NO WALLS BETWEEN US
| TDM 016 & 4th WALL EVENT: NO WALLS BETWEEN US |
00. An Arrival and a Broken Wall?! You should be coming out of the water, the Nameless Island's own inherent energy drawing people in. It's like being suspended between realities and abruptly pushed from behind through a rift in dimensions. It may make you sick, or that might be the motion of the ocean, lifting you to the surface and carrying you to shore. Waterlogged and covered in sand, new arrivals should be greeted by robots who welcome them with towels and bracelet devices. The A5 card already loaded up, and if you don’t manage to get away from them quickly enough, they should usher you toward the Laid Bare Spa, where new arrivals will be offered free massages, a sauna, hairstyling, and their clothing may come up permanently missing. But you should be given a complimentary towel to leave with if needed! Should. That’s how things are for newbies - and maybe today, some newbies will arrive the usual way. Others might be surprised to hear that there is another "you"... already here! If and when you finally meet this other "you," there's simply no way to agree on who the so-called real version is. Your histories may be the same or they may be wildly divergent, but those little differences don't change the fact that you are who you say you are. Some islanders might even find themselves running into a much older or younger version of themselves. Duplicates and doppelgangers, you say? People who look and sound familiar but are just a little bit off? What strange anomalies have washed up from the ocean! On the other hand, maybe you’re not new here at all, or so you think. You’ve definitely been on this Island for months already. You can't exactly remember what you were doing here before, but you have the modest home and personal effects to prove that you existed. You’ve always been someone who greets new arrivals at the shore. You know very well how things work on the island, and how many of the buildings are abandoned and in dire need of repair. You know that beyond the city lingers a thick fog that obscures much of the wilderness from view. Wander too far into this fog, and you will find yourself mysteriously looping back to where you began, your memories of what you were doing and how you got there erased. You know all of this. You’ve already claimed a place to live in the now, whether a rundown apartment in the City, a tent on the beach, a bed in the barracks, or your own space at the House of Worship. You’re a veteran at this by now. Aren’t you? I. A WHOLE NEW YOU The fog has thickened off the shores of the Island and in the areas that have still been obscured. So thick that it looks not unlike the heavy clouds of the recent storm. But late into the night and early into the morning, the fog seems to encroach on the Nameless City even more, blinding and catching Islanders traveling through in areas normally free of its effects. Anyone who gets caught in the especially heavy mist might find themselves suffering from more than just the usual amnesia. The fog no longer only takes memories, but can also alter your memories... and you. You may forget your time on the Island. You may forget your life before. But you’ll remember something else. You’ll remember a life entirely different as if you lived it yourself: you are a merperson who has always lived here, in the waters around the Island. Those grand underwater cities look like ancient ruins to others, but to you? You still see them as beautiful and palatial as the day they were built. You are a Native whose memories are fuzzy, but you certainly remember living your entire life here in great happiness and luxury. And once you step out of the mist, you might even find yourself physically changed to match what you recall, with fins or tentacles and gills to allow you breathe beneath the waves. You might be completely transformed, or just enough to make life underwater as easy as it's ever been. Someone else attempting to free you of these delusions will find that the more they try to force you to remember your true life, the more real and convincing your undersea life begins to feel. You must embrace this new (old?) life, embrace this new you in all ways and live it to its fullest. Completing Auspicious Acts will help bring out glimpses, hints, flashes of memory and recognition that perhaps this is not who you once were, and allow you to return to your former self. But the longer you take to embrace this, the harder it might be to let go. Some of these changes could become permanent. II. LET XXX BE YOUR GUIDE Things have been strange, not just for the people of the Island, but the robots as well. The typically welcoming robots that offer their assistance in guiding new arrivals or encouraging Islanders to visit the various locations seem to be scarce. There are fewer of them running around the entertainment district and other establishments. To ensure that new arrivals continue to have a pleasant Island experience, robots will be recruiting Islanders as mentors and guides: mentor guides, if you will! Volunteers will lead other Islanders around the Island as a means of helping them become better acquainted with the locations available here for your fun and entertainment, and they will be rewarded with credits for their hard work. Guides and sightseers alike could be someone fresh and new to the Island, someone who insists they’ve been here for years, or even someone that a robot randomly dragged off the street. Mentor guides will all receive a very form-fitting and revealing uniform - no two are the same! - and, of course, a glossy paper map of all of the available sights on the Island. The pictures are big and detailed, and cute sex toy icons point out various key sights such as the recreation center, the bath house, and the library. There are even suggestions for which Auspicious Acts are the best for each location! Strangely, none of the maps list the same suggestions, so each map encourages its own unique experience. Mentees will also find that their mentor’s voice is very appealing. So appealing that just listening to them speak is enough to get you feeling some kind of way. The more they talk, the more of a reaction you have. Your body begins to burn or itch and it’s very hard to pay attention to their words when thoughts about all the things you could be doing to them instead keep coming to your mind. The only way to relieve these thoughts might be to make your mentor stop talking altogether, or follow through with some of those helpful map suggestions. Maybe you need them to mentor you in more ways than one? III. SITCHES GET GLITCHES You’re walking down the road, or in your own home, or visiting a friend and suddenly something happens out of the corner of your eye. There’s a soft pfzzzzzzt and the feel of static on the skin. You turn and realize that the wall is suddenly gone. Or, maybe the glass in a store window disappeared. Perhaps someone’s clothes just vanished off of them in the middle of the street, or the chair you were sitting in at the cafe suddenly poofs right from under you. It’s as if the world around them is malfunctioning - little glitches that can last for seconds, hours, or even days before returning to normal on their own. Nothing that could seriously harm someone, but enough to be quite inconvenient. At least completing an Auspicious Act in the affected area or with the affected person seems to put it to rights immediately. Unfortunately, this doesn’t stop these glitches from happening again. You may be concerned, and the robots understand, but if asked they will insist it’s just the world adjusting as the Augur welcomes so many new people! Nothing to be worried about, obviously. It will take time for fluctuating energy levels to adjust, that’s all. Some robots might even say it’s the perfect time to enjoy having so few barriers between you. Embrace the open nature of the Island and share yourself and your home with others. Walls are only meant for keeping out what you could be letting in! OOC Notes:Enjoy a mini Fourth Wall event, Islanders! As such, this test drive meme is open for anyone to create top levels, not just prospective players. Current player characters, characters you want to play in the setting but can't app full-time, drive-by castmates, duplicates, canon AUs, characters that normally would not be allowed such as fandom AUs and genderswaps (not including characters under 15), formerly dropped characters, etc. are all encouraged to come in and play! As all other test drive memes, this one will be game canon. Characters who fourth wall but do not app will disappear after a few days to a week, along with their home (if applicable) and all of their possessions. Please label your top levels as to whether you are test driving [TDM] or fourth walling [4W]. (Of course, you are allowed to change your mind! But our rules regarding appable characters will still apply.) Since auspicious acts are an integral part of this event, potential and current players can swap one Auspicious Act on their card for one of their choosing, if needed for any of the prompts. As usual, prospective players can use an Act and swap it onto their card if they choose to app into the game. If you have any questions, please ask them below. N A V I G A T I O N |
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That keen smell might also pick up the scent of moss and mold, dried tea, and a very faint hint of perfumed oil and hookah smoke. The Firbolg had held some very interesting company should one's nose be so inclined to notice.
"Ah, um, sure, I guess I am. Though I normally just get called a Cleric but it's eh, it's all just magic regardless isn't it?" Pushing up with a grunt and groan, his long, curved back stretching out as it creeks and clicks until he's back to standing at his ridiculously tall height. Applying a little pressure to the staff in his hand, a few emerald green beetles weave their way out on knotted hole of the wood and into another, buzzing their wings as they did so. Caducues' little one, coming to say hello and spy a look at the newcomer.
"You're very welcome, it's no problem really. You'd do the same for me, I'm sure." Looking down at them, as they laced up their boots, a large, easy smile across his pale lips, tendrils of wavy pink hair cascading down across a shoulder like clouds tumbling down a mountain. There was something about his voice, Alucard might notice. Something that just radiated an easy kind of feeling, made you feel relaxed and calm when it entered your ears. He wasn't casting any magic or anything, it was just something that happened naturally apparently.
At the introduction and question, the Firbolg smiled, closing his eyes and nodding slowly. "Isn't this nice, I always like to make new friends where ever I go so, it really is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Alucard. I'm Caduceus Clay, Mr. Clay or whatever you wish to call me really, I don't mind." There was a low rumble of a chuckle that left his lips as he responded to the question. "No. I can't tell you that." A long pause, possibly too long. If you didn't know any better, you'd think he was done talking, just leaving it at that, but then he added; "Because there is no name. It's nameless. wouldn't know what to call it. Oh but it's an Island if that helps?"
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Once his boots are laced, he'll straighten and watch the small beetles emerge from the staff. They can skitter close to him with no sign of aggression on his part. Quite the contrary, he feels increasingly at ease around this Magician. Cleric, whatever he calls himself.
"Elements such as fire or water have always alluded my abilities." He almost sounds wistful at the prospect of wielding something that could give warmth or life instead of death. His magic is dark, it's vampiric in nature and therefore it's often considered 'unnatural', like him.
He does notice the firebolg has a tendency to stare at him. That's fine, people do tend to stare. It's as if he's the cover of a romance novel come to life.
And oddly enough, there's something 'pretty' about Caduceus as well. His serene mannerisms and calm voice lull the dhampir's senses like his own mother's lullaby once did. It's remarkable.
"Why was I brought here? Why were any of us brought here? Last I knew, I was prepping food for...guests."
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"Ah well, I wouldn't know how to, or I'd offer to teach you how to use magic. Hmm, maybe Mr. Caleb has a spare scroll he could give you?" Pondering now if he would be able to teach someone some of his magic? "I eh, I normally just heal people but I couldn't stand by and watch you walk barefoot." Forget the fact that the Firbolg himself was currently walking around without any footwear on, just his cloven feet digging into the sand.
Alucard's question catches the Cleric off guard. There's a noticeable flush to his pale, velvety cheeks as he actively avoids eye contact. Those long floppy ears of his hang down and twitch out of embarrassment, having to be the one to explain to this lovely man why he's here.
"Hmm... Ah well... This is going to sound real strange but I must start by saying, I'm not good at telling lies too, this is all the truth. The Gods here need your energy to save the place." Swallowing as he couldn't bring himself to say the rest.
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"It would be a wasted effort and there's no need, I get by with what I have." Although, isn't it strange that Caduceus is the first to offer such a thing?
He's already starting to move again, walking in the general direction all the other people who emerged from the sea seem to shamble towards, pausing only to take in the sight of Caduceus as he answers the question with some discomfort. He's not sure why, but that blush on pink cheeks is comely and the flicker of those long ears amuses him greatly.
"I serve no God or gods." The Church is no friend of his. They murdered his mother and drove his father insane in the wake of her death. Here, those liquid gold eyes of his narrow down to dangerous slits.
"And I will not be used as a pawn. If they want my energy, let them come and try to take it." His teeth grit together and for a moment, his fangs appear. Sharp and pointy. It happens when he displays emotion, a momentary lapse in his ability to hide them under normal circumstances.
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"Well, the offer still stands all the same. I hate that people arrive here with nothing- Oh, um, yea, that's a point. The Augur like to take things from us, you might wanna check and see if anything is missing. Powers, abilities, even items."
Maybe he could break the news to Alucard about why he's here and what's expected of him over a nice hot, soothing cup of tea? That might make it easier for them both. "I don't live too far from here, how about you come rest and we can talk a little more? I've got some fresh tea leaves I've been looking for an excuse to brew. I'll not take no for an answer." Leaning them slightly off the main road, toward a more built-up area just over the hill. A tall tree overlooking a row of houses seemed to be their destination.
Considering what they just said about not serving a God, didn't seem to bother the Cleric, Melora was everywhere and in everything, it didn't matter if you didn't believe in or follow the Wildmother, she was kind and forgiving, as was her Cleric. "I'm afraid just by being here you're playing in their game. I don't like it either, not one bit but, I guess worse things have happened huh?" Reaching the rows of houses as he pointed with the tip of his staff to the large treehouse. "Ah, we're here."