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Test Drive #17
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 January 28th–February 4th, during which time the current members of the game will be voting on the next Jaunt. The current options are: Beastfolk: A Pastoral, in which a village of half-humans grapple with questions of survival; Gransalis Abbey, in which medieval talking animals come into conflict; and Pogemon, in which dueling monsters that live in pogs may determine the fate of two worlds. Rest assured that no matter which one wins, the rest will be shuffled back into our stack of Jaunt Ideas and may show up for future votes!
Prompt #45 is set in a liminal space in which the riverbanks contain some very unusual wildlife.
Prompt #46 is set on an athletic field near the Tiber in the world the Travelers visited during last year’s Roman Holiday.
Prompt #45
At first glance, the Amazonian riverbanks of this liminal space seem all too mundane. Sure, the color is faded, like a photograph from the 70s, but the water is water. The mud is mud. The trees and grass and swamps, they’re very nearly standard.
That’s when one notices the liminal wildlife.
It might be the latex prophylactics prowling around in the grass. It might be the hypodermic needles that howl like monkeys. It might be the stalagmites sliding for their lives away from the stalactites and vicious-looking vertebrae. It might be the swarms of green-colored apostrophes or the wheeled velocipedes lurking in the weeds. It might be the metronomes hidden in the swamp or the blood-sucking strips of kodachrome film.
Just try to avoid the stethoscopes. They might be the most dangerous of them all.
Prompt #46
It’s a sunny day and the Field of Mars is packed.
Lying on the banks of the Tiber River, this public bit of parkland is often used by soldiers for their training exercises, but when the soldiers are not there--and they aren’t today, at least en masse, although there’s certainly the occasional soldier mixed in with the greater crowd--the field is turned over for the pursuit of athletics. Young men from all over the city of Rome have gathered today for sport: running footraces, shooting at targets set up for archery, wrestling each other… there’s even some sort of ad hoc game being played that involves kicking a leather ball around.
The women, unfortunately, have not been included in these games, but they’re there too, in small groups or alone with chaperones, watching the men at play--some with looks of envy on their faces, some with appreciation for the youthful forms on display. There are men in the crowd, too, and not just women: older men, young ones that are too busy to play but not to busy to look, and boys too small to be included.
Some enterprising person has set up a stand selling jars filled with sausages flavored with the ever-present garum and they are doing a brisk business.
It’s here that the Travelers have been dropped. With their normal clothes exchanged for Roman, they might look the part, but who knows if the Investigators will be able to act it. And what’s this rumor going through the crowd about a Titan-sighting last summer in Stabiae?
Our upcoming app round runs January 28th–February 4th, during which time the current members of the game will be voting on the next Jaunt. The current options are: Beastfolk: A Pastoral, in which a village of half-humans grapple with questions of survival; Gransalis Abbey, in which medieval talking animals come into conflict; and Pogemon, in which dueling monsters that live in pogs may determine the fate of two worlds. Rest assured that no matter which one wins, the rest will be shuffled back into our stack of Jaunt Ideas and may show up for future votes!
Prompt #45 is set in a liminal space in which the riverbanks contain some very unusual wildlife.
Prompt #46 is set on an athletic field near the Tiber in the world the Travelers visited during last year’s Roman Holiday.
Prompt #45
At first glance, the Amazonian riverbanks of this liminal space seem all too mundane. Sure, the color is faded, like a photograph from the 70s, but the water is water. The mud is mud. The trees and grass and swamps, they’re very nearly standard.
That’s when one notices the liminal wildlife.
It might be the latex prophylactics prowling around in the grass. It might be the hypodermic needles that howl like monkeys. It might be the stalagmites sliding for their lives away from the stalactites and vicious-looking vertebrae. It might be the swarms of green-colored apostrophes or the wheeled velocipedes lurking in the weeds. It might be the metronomes hidden in the swamp or the blood-sucking strips of kodachrome film.
Just try to avoid the stethoscopes. They might be the most dangerous of them all.
Prompt #46
It’s a sunny day and the Field of Mars is packed.
Lying on the banks of the Tiber River, this public bit of parkland is often used by soldiers for their training exercises, but when the soldiers are not there--and they aren’t today, at least en masse, although there’s certainly the occasional soldier mixed in with the greater crowd--the field is turned over for the pursuit of athletics. Young men from all over the city of Rome have gathered today for sport: running footraces, shooting at targets set up for archery, wrestling each other… there’s even some sort of ad hoc game being played that involves kicking a leather ball around.
The women, unfortunately, have not been included in these games, but they’re there too, in small groups or alone with chaperones, watching the men at play--some with looks of envy on their faces, some with appreciation for the youthful forms on display. There are men in the crowd, too, and not just women: older men, young ones that are too busy to play but not to busy to look, and boys too small to be included.
Some enterprising person has set up a stand selling jars filled with sausages flavored with the ever-present garum and they are doing a brisk business.
It’s here that the Travelers have been dropped. With their normal clothes exchanged for Roman, they might look the part, but who knows if the Investigators will be able to act it. And what’s this rumor going through the crowd about a Titan-sighting last summer in Stabiae?
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You mean like watching wrestling and eating sausages?
I agree.
Highly important.
[He said as he totally ate some more of those sausages.
SUPER IMPORTANT]
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[Shut up.]
It does the job. [Ugh, and he already regrets giving the jar away when he ate so little of it. Too bad his pride won't let him take it back. Why eat in front of him like this that's terrible.] And it's far easier to watch than a foot race.
A few people have been mentioning a Titan. Have you heard anything about that?
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I might have.
[Since you're gonna be a dick though, he's gonna eat these sausages and remain as vague as possible. You wanted him to shut up after all.]