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synodiporia_ooc2016-04-23 05:24 pm
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Test Drive #14
Welcome to the Synodiporia Test Drive Meme! Below the cuts there are two new prompts, and here are the prompts from previous test-drives, which you’re still welcome to use in this post. When you comment, be sure you specify what prompt you want to play with, and please put up your own threadstarter - it makes for a much more friendly environment that a forest of bare toplevels! OCs are especially welcome! Please take a quick look at our Directory & familiarize yourself with the concept and setting of the game before you jump in.
Our upcoming app round runs April 24th-30th. Our next Jaunt, Neapolitan Beach Vacation, is a Roman-era romp with drama, comedy, and romance, a light-hearted chance for Travelers to catch their breath between metaplot-heavy, more serious events. Our next Walkabout (a more player-driven alternative event, for those not interested in the Jaunt) will be a survival/exploration event set on a ruined island Travelers visited in the distant past... Both Jaunt & Walkabout will begin May 7th & run for approximately four weeks.
Prompt #39 is set in a synaesthetic Liminal Space where sounds become shapes and motion becomes music.
Prompt #40 is set in the Marches of Purgatory Jaunt, a contested kingdom in the afterworld where Angels, Demons, and Sithen (immortal conscientious objectors) barter over sins, virtues, and lost souls.
Prompt #39
The floors in Liminal Space are paths made of keyboards and fretboards, or stepping-stones across prismatic pools made of drums and cymbals, and they make noise accordingly. The walls, colored liquid glass, vibrate with sound, creating patterns of jagged, angry exclamations (it was a rough Jaunt), smooth soothing waves of pastels, or, at particularly apt descriptions, dislodging bubbled sculptures of the pictures discussion paints. It’s almost impossible, no matter how hard one tries, to create something discordant - and equally impossible to create silence or bland color.
Prompt #40
The Vanity Fair is a day’s flight away from Melasurei and the burning river it bridges. In a field of gently-waving asphodel flowers, underneath an impressionistic sky with swirling stars and half a hundred waxing and waning moons, a galactic spiral of colored tents is centered around a gradient-shifting bonfire in which smoke-images flicker, curl, and disperse. Within the tents, hooded souls, undead immortals, and various celestial beings sell their services, Sins & Virtues, scraps of disconnected memory and personality, and other ephemera. There are fruit that can only been grown in tilled fields irrigated with tears, blessed or cursed objects, the indentured dead themselves, and then, of course, the bonfire itself, fueled by wood from Hell, grown on regrets, mistakes, and impure thoughts. Vendor or customer, everyone here wants something, and everything here is something someone wants.
Our upcoming app round runs April 24th-30th. Our next Jaunt, Neapolitan Beach Vacation, is a Roman-era romp with drama, comedy, and romance, a light-hearted chance for Travelers to catch their breath between metaplot-heavy, more serious events. Our next Walkabout (a more player-driven alternative event, for those not interested in the Jaunt) will be a survival/exploration event set on a ruined island Travelers visited in the distant past... Both Jaunt & Walkabout will begin May 7th & run for approximately four weeks.
Prompt #39 is set in a synaesthetic Liminal Space where sounds become shapes and motion becomes music.
Prompt #40 is set in the Marches of Purgatory Jaunt, a contested kingdom in the afterworld where Angels, Demons, and Sithen (immortal conscientious objectors) barter over sins, virtues, and lost souls.
Prompt #39
The floors in Liminal Space are paths made of keyboards and fretboards, or stepping-stones across prismatic pools made of drums and cymbals, and they make noise accordingly. The walls, colored liquid glass, vibrate with sound, creating patterns of jagged, angry exclamations (it was a rough Jaunt), smooth soothing waves of pastels, or, at particularly apt descriptions, dislodging bubbled sculptures of the pictures discussion paints. It’s almost impossible, no matter how hard one tries, to create something discordant - and equally impossible to create silence or bland color.
Prompt #40
The Vanity Fair is a day’s flight away from Melasurei and the burning river it bridges. In a field of gently-waving asphodel flowers, underneath an impressionistic sky with swirling stars and half a hundred waxing and waning moons, a galactic spiral of colored tents is centered around a gradient-shifting bonfire in which smoke-images flicker, curl, and disperse. Within the tents, hooded souls, undead immortals, and various celestial beings sell their services, Sins & Virtues, scraps of disconnected memory and personality, and other ephemera. There are fruit that can only been grown in tilled fields irrigated with tears, blessed or cursed objects, the indentured dead themselves, and then, of course, the bonfire itself, fueled by wood from Hell, grown on regrets, mistakes, and impure thoughts. Vendor or customer, everyone here wants something, and everything here is something someone wants.
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"This might not be the time for a missing-persons case."
Kaito will pull down a stall's awning and throw it towards his pursuers, then motion for Natsumi to follow him in his escape.
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He'll flash open a satchel he's carrying...full of various spoils from the stalls.
"Just some treasure hunting."
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He'll turn back, still keeping the same shit-eating grin from before. And this is even after a dagger narrowly misses his head.
"They clearly wish me bodily harm. Therefore, they're MY enemy. Am I right? Or am I right?"
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Still a bit salty at Tsukasa, are we Kaito?
"Besides...it's not like I've pulled out the big guns on them, have I?"
Though he's sorely tempted as dodging all this unenhanced is starting to get annoying.
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Like, getting away from the angry mob.
Once they turn a corner, out of sight of nearly everyone following or watching them, Natsumi will try to grab Daiki in order to yank him into a seemingly empty stall full of tall things to conveniently hide behind. Hopefully, if he cooperates, they can wait it out there until everyone else has passed them by.
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"You have good taste. This vase is worth a lot..."
Whispered, of course.
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He should be lucky, though, that she's not jabbing it into his neck right away. The need for secrecy is still too great at this moment.
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"A few memories, a couple of sins...anything that caught my fancy, really."
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"There isn't any other items of importance in there? Like some kind of magical jewel or artifact?"
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Still kind of balking here.
"E-except that lumber pile I snuck a few pieces from..."
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He's banking on Natsumi NOT knowing its significance.
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Congrats; she's oblivious to the real meaning...for now.
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Buuullllllshhhiiitttttttt.
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