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expiationmeme2023-01-23 02:02 am
TEST DRIVE MEME #1
Welcome to the TDM for Expiation, a pan-fandom adventure game with fantasy, science fiction, and sometimes subtle horror elements. We ask that top-level comments are reserved for new characters and players looking to experience a taste of the world and overarching storyline. Feel free to submit any TDM / prompt-related questions to the corresponding comment below.
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A WARM WELCOME
The journey here has not been a particularly convenient one. The last thing you can recall is the room of blinding white and the incomprehensible voices that were speaking about you. Then came the dropping of the floor beneath you and suddenly you were falling into black. As you come to and regain a more clear vision of the world about you, you find that you are surrounded by pleasant greenery.
Deciduous trees are sprinkled here and there in some miscellaneous fashion. There are plants and flowers all about, the chirping of birds. Above you rests a fairly clear sky with a dotting or two of clouds. The sun is pleasant. Overall, it’s comfortable. Perhaps too comfortable.
MEADOWLANDS ARRIVAL
Within eyesight, though you can’t possibly know the footing distance, there appear to be fields. A portion of them dedicated to long stalk vegetables and the rest a neatly organised collection of leafy greens. Upon closer inspection, you’ll find that some of these look ready to be picked right away. Not much further past the fields are other buildings. Simple in style and not at all grand in structure or make. There’s people, too. It looks lively. The locals will tell you that you’ve set foot in Aldrip.
Not far from you, in fact relatively close if not in hand already, is a rolled parchment bound by a rather nondescript twine. If you unfurl it, you’ll find a generic welcoming message addressed specifically to you.Welcome to Expiation. We, who have found you so worthy and deserving, have declared you to be one of the Chosen.
The cryptic written greeting is followed by a collection of recorded statistics—physical and mental attributes, along with other observations about your person that clearly weren’t made by you (but may not necessarily be inaccurate).
Nearing the bottom is a peculiar line—You have been charged with ▬▬ and in accordance with the doctrine of this world, you have ▬▬ until you will face your sentencing. Prepare your defence adequately or face the repercussions.
In spite of that strange little addition at the bottom, which may or may not make sense to you, you’re not the only one arriving in the meadowlands. You have some options. Maybe check with a nearby fellow otherworlder, scour the fields, meet the locals. First impressions, after all, can sometimes last a lifetime.
WILD COMPANIONS
The collective of newly-arrived aren’t the only ones exploring the meadowlands. Curious about the various sounds created by those not native to the world, there are animals living in and near the surrounding areas drawn to the attention. Different types and sizes of birds and beasts or other creatures that may resemble ones from your home world begin to close in on your location. Do they mean to do you harm or are they only simply wary about who you might be and what you’re doing?
Some of them are incredibly friendly, especially if you’re inclined to provide them with food, or if they’re younger and they simply don’t know better. But be aware, for every young animal, there is likely to be a parent not far behind, and less inclined to be understanding of your strange fate in this new predicament. As such, no matter how cute something may be, reconsider taking it with you, else you may simply stir the ire of their families.
If you find yourself in a position where you’ve inadvertently stepped into a territory not meant for you, you’ll need to find either a strategic escape or resort to force and self-defence. Fortunately, some of these larger, more aggressive beasts, are much the same ones that the locals in Aldrip have been seeking to cull for the safety of the citizens. Maybe you can make some fast friends with the Expiation natives by bringing them something you’ve had to put down.
THOSE WHO WERE THERE
Those Who Were There are what the locals refer to their gods as, considering them responsible for their continued growth in the world, the abundance of their crops and sea life, the greenery that surrounds them, native wildlife, and some of the strangely advanced luxury items that make their livelihoods a touch more convenient.
You’ve arrived at an opportune time. Although the peoples of the continent freely show their appreciation for their higher beings, every once in a while, they celebrate by way of joyful festivals, grand songs, and more expressive means of their devotion.
FESTIVITIES
Aldrip seems to be a bit busier than usual, with a little more foot traffic than what may be considered a normal day in the life. There’s music in the air provided by lutes, panpipes, and the dulcet tones of men and women alike, expressing songs and tall tales of those they have come to revere as celestial beings. They believe that honouring their betters can be done with song and dance as much as it can be with offerings and prayer.
The town is bustling, a plethora of additional street stalls selling all kinds of local cuisine, jewellery, weapons, and accessories branded with insignias that represent the same wave motif as can be found on the charms every newly-arrived will receive. There’s raucous laughter, a plethora of drinks (alcoholic and non) that are passed along merrily to those wandering through if one doesn’t have a drink already. It’s the perfect way to integrate yourself with the people whilst taking in the celebration.
A portion of the town has had the land cleared, set up with a minimalistic coliseum ring for archery competition and one-on-one combat. Winners of these exchanges don’t get anything grand, but are presented with plenty of free food and drink, and some may even be awarded with some modest badge accessories from the local shops for providing the people with some sport.
Out by the fields, closer to the shoreline of the Talion Sea, there’s a grand pillar of fire that’ll burn all through the day and into the dark of the night where more music follows and accompanies spirited dancing.
SENTIMENTAL OFFERINGS
If you’re searching for a momentary reprieve from the bustle of the festival, there’s a modest walkway of cobblestone that will lead you from the main streets of stalls, drinks, and making merry. Following the way it winds and curves will eventually take you to an elaborate display of dried flowers, jewellery, fanciful cloths, and other items. Some of these hang from nearby trees. Some are draped over an altar fashioned of dark wood.
A local who spies you there kindly explains that it’s a place to leave items of offering for Those Who Were There, as gratitude for all they have granted their loyal people. They also explain that the more sentimental attachment you hold for the item you give up, the more pleased the gods will be with you. What does that mean, exactly? It’s difficult to say, but it seems that it might endear you to the locals at the very least.
Those who leave an item will receive a noticeable wave-like mark on the interior of their dominant hand wrist, almost as if it’s a brand of some kind. This is temporary mark and will only last the length of the festival, but if locals see it, they will be more inclined to give information on the land, the people, and perhaps even extra drinks, food, or shop wares.
Even if you don’t leave an item, as you’ve only just arrived and you may not have much on your person, the locals won’t punish you or think ill of you. It’ll give you a chance to gather yourself before you go back to the festival proper. If you choose to go back at all. The relative quiet is so welcoming, after all.
THE GLITCH EFFECT
NO SIGNAL
If you’ve arrived in this world with a mobile device or something akin to (notebook, laptop, and so on), you’ll find that whilst there are no electrical outlets, there are slender and flat platforms available to keep items of this nature with a charge. You cannot connect to a network and there’s no signal for a connection to grapple onto. That said, programmes that don’t require a connection to be of use (note taking applications, calculators, games), are still operable.
You may find, however, in the use of these programmes that perhaps images are not displaying properly. The colouration may be inverted. There may be unexplainable lines drawn across graphics. Text may not accurately be presented, instead a jumble and tangle of letters, forming what looks more like a mass of verbal tendrils across your screen.
Bizarre and strange sounds may emerge from your device, sometimes a low hum that may be indiscernible to others. Sometimes a high frequency that lingers in the air. It may be just a flash of sound. It may be several seconds long.
Furthermore, it is possible that you may find strange imagery imprinted on the screen temporarily, even where there should be no graphic at all. It’s there for a moment or two before it fades away, almost as if it’s subliminal messaging. The strange imagery is difficult to make out—a highly detailed eye, or perhaps what appears to be an angular face. No two images will be the same, though some may hold some eerily similar depictions.
This strange happenstance will occur periodically until the festival reaches its conclusion.
STATIC BUZZING
Don’t think if you didn’t arrive with a mobile device or related that you’re free from some of the strange electronic phenomena. Devices that are native to Expiation will experience similar errors. The difference is that the devices as a collective (personal computers, printers, cameras, the platforms for charging devices, and more) will emit a fluctuating and repeating frequency of sound cycling from high to low. Some will be able to hear it, some will not, but for those who do, it will come accompanied with a static buzzing sound, as if a connection somewhere is on its last proverbial legs.
There isn’t a means to stop the sound from emerging without depowering the device in question and even the locals don’t seem to know what to do. There are several devices strewn about Aldrip, however, so even if you should unplug one, there will be others expressing the same assault on the ears. Aldrip’s people don’t seem particularly alarmed, however, explaining to those who ask that this sort of thing simply happens every so often, and should they but have faith, Those Who Were There will handle all things ‘in good time.’
Unlike the personal devices brought in by newly-arrived, the electronic devices of Expiation will not display incorrect / jumbled graphics, text, or bizarre flashing images, which may be considered a blessing in disguise, despite having to experience the potentially annoying hum. This strange occurrence, too, will mysteriously end once the festivities have drawn to a close.
welcome
She won't ignore a person, though, and she glances to see they have a similar-looking piece of paper. ]
Yeah, which is absolute shite, because no one here knows me. At least I'm pretty sure.
[ No one who would know to accuse her of anything, at least. ]
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Something strange and powerful has spirited us away...
[his voice is soft, really just musing to himself before he looks back at her.]
But now we can at least know one another. I am Daeshim of the Ruinwood. I've given you my name, so now it's safe to give me yours. You have my word!
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Clara of Lancashire, formally Blackpool. Now of here, I suppose. Wherever 'here' is called. In any case, pleasure to meet you, Daeshim. I really like your hair.
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he opens his mouth to speak, but then she hits him with an unexpected compliment to his hair. both of his hands fly to the top of his head. normally he thinks nothing of the unruly nature of it, or of the random stick or leaf that might be stuck in it at any given moment. but right now, he is...
blushing. he's blushing.]
I know I am ugly and wingless.
[he sets his expression, though he doesn't seem angry or hurt by his own words. he's just stating facts, things confirmed by other fae who have prettier features than his. but she has paid him a kindness, and he must return the favor.
daeshim takes one hand away from his head, and holds a spontaneous flower out to her, the same color as his hair.]
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[ Her default is lifting people up, and she's not about to stop now. Still, when she's handed a flower, she smiles and sticks it behind her ear. ]
Thanks. How does it look, fashionable?
[ Clara gives him a one-dimpled smile. ]
Have you ever experienced anything like this before?
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You could be two flowers in a bouquet.
[one as pretty as the other, though it has as much to do with her kind energy as anything physical.]
Mm...never from this side of it, no.
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[ Now she's the one faintly blushing; it's the most dramatic and lovely thing anyone's said to her in a while. She likes this person's general demeanor already. ]
Not from this side? So you're a magical kidnapper?
[ Clara's teasing and lets a small smile lift one corner of her mouth. ]
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Mm. Though they were not all children. Still, less a lie and more slightly incorrect.
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So...you take people against their will? That's the general definition of 'kidnapping' in my world. It's a crime, like, a serious one.
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[morally gray, at best, though there are things that daeshim hasn't and won't do.]
And so I wonder if a troop of them hasn't brought us here. Except I did not step a foot outside of the forest, I am sure of it!
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[ As a concept, she doesn't know how to feel about this, but that might be because her mind can't process it. ]
Do the people mind? What if they have families? Do you have to give them their own space to live or do they curl up on the floor to sleep?
[ She has so many questions and stops, taking a breath. ]
Sorry, I just, I've never heard of anything like this before. You don't have to answer any of that, it isn't an interrogation.
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[daeshim stops himself. if she's this upset already, it's probably best that she doesn't hear about the fae of the north.
and he doesn't mind the questions. he'll answer all of them with the honesty that his blood demands. but he does frown at something.]
Does your world not have the stories? Did your grandmother never warn you, give you an iron nail or tell you to wear one sock inside out?
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Changelings—that's the only thing my nan ever told me about. Is that...something that's true?
[ It was a fairytale when she was a kid, and even further in the past, a thing people with no understanding of science did when they were expecting a healthy baby. ]
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[how worrisome that she knows so little. most fae would take advantage of it - maybe daeshm would too, under different circumstances. the ruinwood was sometimes lonely, and she was nice to him. it would be nice to have someone to talk to over tea.]
You must be careful with your name, and careful with your dealings. Beware of strange yet beautiful food and wine. If mushrooms grow in a circle, walk away from it. These are the basics.
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[ She's been too many places to brush this off, and in this place, where she knows no one and pretty much nothing, she'd rather make a friend. ]
Do you think there are other fae here?
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[the strangeness of it all, what else could it be? but then there are things that aren't fae-like in the slightest, like the parchment and the relative freedom that they're still enjoying here.
a game, maybe? a particularly cruel one?]
And yet I've never known Fae to take other Fae, especially one as unwanted as I would be. That much is nonsense.