TEST DRIVE MEME ⚔️️ 2

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{ QUICK NAV } Premise ⚔️️ Rules ⚔️️ FAQ ⚔️️ Taken ⚔️️ Reserves ⚔️️ Apply ⚔️️ Locations ⚔️️ Bestiary A ⦿ Soaking in Your Arrival KERPLUNK, SPLASH! Regardless of what you were in the middle of, you and your familiar have been magically pulled into the world of Avalon just above the Bay's chilly waters. After a brief plunge into the Bay, the rush of water filling your ears and soaking up into every creak and crevice of your body, you may need to cough to clear your airways when you rise above the surface. It's paralyzingly cold for a few seconds before you're approached by the Lady of the Lake beneath the water's surface. She puts a vial of a vibrant, glowing red Everwarm* potion to your character's lips. The icy water doesn't feel so icy once consumed and you'll be able to move your limbs enough to swim to shore on your own. She can't stick around to explain, she's got to get this to all the new arrivals! Many of which you'll see plopping in around you. If you can't swim, a handful of helpful ice turtles will scoop you up from beneath and drop you off at the shore. When not helping people, the turtles are going around and hitting the ice that keeps forming on the surface with their shells to keep the surface open for the falling arrivals or pushing personal items to the beach near the new arrivals they smell like (belong to). If anyone tries to ask the Lady of the Lake for directions, she will direct you to Archimedes at the Rent-a-Ride. If anyone with Animal Magic asks the turtles, they will give the full spiel, but very slowly, and they like to get off topic and gossip about other turtles you've never heard of. The shores themselves are littered with new arrivals complaining their way up a staircase carved into the walls of the White Cliffs. There is no railing, so be careful, but if you do fall, be prepared for a mysterious sand hand to reach out of the side of the cliffs to catch you. The hand will pat you atop the head twice before retreating back into the wall. This is the Cliff Beast; despite the name, he is quite friendly. B ⦿ The Caravan to Camelot Once everyone is wrangled up to the top of the White Cliffs, the handsome owner of the Rent-a-Ride, Archimedes, will distribute smart phones, a pair of earbuds, and a winter cloak** to everyone before getting them settled in groups into modernized carriages pulled by horses and give them a basic explanation of why and how they've been brought to Avalon: The universe is frozen in time and your character has been brought here by a familiar that was able to bond with them. They'll have to learn magic to help save their own world from destruction, but first they've got to get them to Camelot. It is here that you have the first opportunity to decide who they will be in their new home. You'll have about an hour to wander around here, meet and greet, and pet the horses before it's time to go. These carriages use fae technology that combats weight, so your character will be able to get in regardless of whether they're light as a feather or weigh two tons. The carts have air conditioning when it's hot, heating when it's cold, and a mystical shield to protect from bugs. There is also a mini-bar that pops out of the console with nip bottles. Characters can use their smartphones to connect to Camelot's internet service, avalononline (AOL), to chat with other characters, watch dumb videos, learn about the world, contact Camelot Support (they'll answer any questions they can for you, from how to use a smart phone to where to find quests and resources to learn more about your magic). Be careful if you decide to use your phones while in the caravan-- if you don't use those earbuds and start forcing everyone to listen to your nonsense, Archimedes may make you walk. C ⦿ The Red Spring The journey from the White Cliffs to the City of Camelot is a long one, and the first evening you arrive you'll end up spending at the Red Spring, a booming resort town. Because of the volume of new arrivals and vacationers, inn rooms are assigned two-to-a-room. The rooms have two twin beds, a bathroom, a mini-fridge and microwave, and a TV equipped with a couple of entertaining video games and a few free movies. If you don't want to relax in the room, try taking a dip in the spring for another chance to meet your fellow travelers. The waters have restorative properties that help horses and travelers recover quickly when drunk. It is known to relieve stress, improve energy levels, and mildly accelerate healing. It may be a little chilly when you get out though, so make sure you don't slip rushing back indoors when you get out! The springs are also home to a large training grounds just outside town limits, where there are teachers who will teach basic magic safety and help you discover what kind of magic you have together with other new arrivals. Try target practice, obstacle courses, meditation circles, and other ways to try to figure out just what you can do... if you didn't already have an accidental discovery on the ride there. A ⦿ Trial and Icy Errors Winter has arrived in Avalon, and with it has come to a change in the weather. Puffs of breath precede sentences when outside, small fires fill braziers to allow people to stop and get warm for a moment between where they come from and where they are going. Snow has begun to fall; at first, it is the same, fluffy, white flakes many adventurers will have seen. However, as the day progresses, the snow begins to shimmer; it’s like a prismatic effect, a magical light catching against every little crystal and illuminating sparkling flakes, so vibrant it’s clear someone has enchanted the snow. Shortly after the change, there will be a text alert to all devices: Tired of the same old routine with your magic? Ready for a little something new? Come on out and have an old fashioned snowball fight with a magical twist. Be sure to practice your new powers and have fun! 😉 -Merlin Those who come outside to find the rainbow snow already being packed into neat balls by Camelot's citizens; go ahead and grab a basket full but remember, don’t just toss them. Let’s get magic with it! Different types of magic will have different effects on the enchanted snow: Use kinetic magic to toss three at once. Nevermind if they suddenly balloon inside and burst into a snow shower over your opponent, throw a couple more; some are bound to hit, right? Throw a little animal magic in there and morph a few into a bear or some other animal of your intent; sorry about his random dance attack, at least your opponent will be laughing too hard to throw a snowball at you. Try hiding them in a shield or cast an illusion with some light magic; better apologize when that goes sideways and the snow hardens, bursting into rainbow crystals at your opponent's feet. Team up with someone who has cognitive magic; they can telegraph you the plan without your opponents being any the wiser... except the snow seems to be picking up on it and sending those thoughts right to your opponent! Perhaps use this as an opportunity to learn control! Maybe you want to try using a little wind magic if you’re of the elemental class; watch out for the rainbow snow squall your perfectly lobbed snowballs will become. Healing magic is one you might not see coming-- enchanting a snowball with healing magic can result in positive mood enhancements. Give your enemies a blast of zen to lower their guard and make them an easy target! A dark magic user might think to add a little hex to their snowball; give themselves an edge... too bad, without practice, that hex might be a little too heavy and burst over the maker before it even leaves their hand! Hope you know how to fix it. Alchemists are welcome to change the shape of those snowballs. Maybe try and craft them into something a little more stealthy or projectile. Too bad that snow seems to want to turn into a batch of butterflies and be free... magic sure is tricky! But hey, they sure are pretty. In the end, it seems while adventurers will be able to get plenty of practice in, some of that practice is going to come from trying to stop the side effects of mixing their powers with the magic snow; welcome to your first lesson in control. If one is going to use magic in conjunction with already magically imbued things, they ought to know the right amount, seems Merlin wants you all to learn in a trial by snowball error. Those who practice their magic and participate in the snowball fight will be given hot chocolate, warm soup, fresh baked goods, or other treats to warm them up after their training is done. But don’t slack off! You’re like to find your hot chocolate spiced with pickle flavor, that warm treat suddenly turns to ice cream in your mouth. Avalonians want that practice to happen, and are willing to add some incentive... whether that means the carrot or the icicle. All throughout the City of Camelot is a buzz of excitement about the oncoming winter solstice on the 21st. Citizens will tell you of the winter solstice's importance in cleansing the flow of Avalon's magic each year and absorbing sunlight to increase its potency. In other words, the winter solstice generates a significant amount of magic if the proper ritual is followed, so the visitors from other worlds really should head on over to Albion's White Cliffs. A ⦿ The Darkness in the White Cliffs The first task that you'll experience during the ritual is asking the Cliff Beast's permission to enter the cliffs. Though they look wholly solid on the outside, these cliffs contain a veritable labyrinth of magical caves that weave in and out of the chalky cliffs. As there is danger within these walls, it is recommended no one go alone. The Cliff Beast will only open a door to the caves for parties of two or more who present him with a gift. The gift doesn't need to be something significant, just a show of courtesy-- a lovely rock or a seashell will do, placed at the base of the cliff. The only gifts he will outright reject are precious gems and metals. Honestly, they make him a little nauseous-- and you don't want to see a cliff beast nauseous. In fact, if you try it, the Cliff Beast will suddenly burst into a rockslide right near where the gem was left. Watch out! Once you gain entrance, you will find there is no light within the caves and the door seems to close behind you. Non-magical lights won't illuminate anything within these caves, so you will need to either navigate through the darkness or find a magical means to light your path. Be wary-- traveling in the dark will be a much safer journey if you can find your way through the caves and keep track of your companions. The reason there is no light are the bat-like creatures that eat energy like fire and electricity. With the magical light attracting them and nothing to consume, they'll be very aggressive and swarm anything emitting heat.. like an unsuspecting traveler. Make too much noise, and the Cliff Beast will spit you out back onto the sand and you'll have to start over. B ⦿ "For a greedy man, even his tomb is too small." Those who persist within the caves will eventually come upon a room whose ceiling glistens with bioluminiscent microbes that are too small for the bats to eat. These little glowing creatures create reflections in the room that show just what it contains-- glimmerings of precious gems, gold, and other treasure cover the walls and floor, save for a large flat stone altar in the center. There are many hand-crafted clay cups filled with what appears to be water. The side of the alter has a very simple message: "TAKE ONE CUP TO THE SPRING, LEAVE THE REST. SPILL NO DROP." Sure enough, this matches with the instructions you were given about the ritual: Take a cup of waters harvested by the Asrai, a fairy that lives within the walls of the cliffs that cultivates it every year to bring to the Red Springs for the Winter Solstice. There is no clear warning about what will happen if you take anything besides your one cup. However, characters who disobey this instruction and take any of the riches within the cave will initially experience severe symptoms such as magical blockage, an endless common cold, and food turning to ash in their mouth. They will experience dreams in which they are urged to return the treasure and a day later, advanced symptoms if it goes on for too long have been known to result in vomiting frogs and snakes, insomnia, speaking in tongues despite the translation spell, bleeding from the ears, and eventually death. C ⦿ Drink Up Those who listen and take the Asrai's cups to the Red Springs will notice while carrying the cups, all creatures and threats will leave you in peace. Neither rain nor snow will touch you, parting from your path in both the sky and on the ground. The effects will only last as long as you don't spill a single drop. The ritual can still be completed, but the protections only work if you don't spill-- otherwise you'll be fighting off weather, creatures, other people, and whatever else you encounter as the effects of a spilled cup will cause those around you to try to steal your cup without thought for your safety, even if they might not even think to do normally. Upon arriving at the Red Springs, a party of people there to guide those who have made the ritual's journey to a particular pool within the vicinity of the springs. Characters will be directed to take a sip, then pour the rest into the Spring alongside your peers, finally throwing the clay cup itself into the spring. Throughout the day, you will begin to feel strangely giddy, but it will pass. Nothing much will seem like it happens otherwise, but the guides assure you that you will understand on the night of the winter solstice when the ritual is complete and your body becomes a conduit to purify and rejuvenate Avalon's magic. For now, as thanks, the guides offer you one of the celebratory gifts they have to offer-- free drinks (this time of the age-appropriate alcoholic or sugary variety), a free night's stay at the Red Springs, a yule log, an escort, a Recipe: Snow Dance. (Effect: Snow Dance will cause small flurries to pick up where the spell is cast, resulting in decreased visibility. Only works if snow is already present, as it cannot generate elements.) The choice is yours. Pick one. MOD NOTES: • All test drive prompts are open to anyone in the game at any time to create your own logs with, but this post should have top-levels by potential new characters only. Current characters may reply to any threads, but should not top-level comment on this post. • If your application is accepted, you may accept TDM threads as game canon as long as both players consent. Characters may begin threading as soon as their journal is accepted to the communities. • If nothing here tickles your fancy, try one of this month's Quests for your TDM prompt. • The first "Arrival" prompts are present on every TDM, but may contain seasonal tweaks for flavor. All other prompts will change monthly. • Questions about this TDM's content? Comment here! If you have a question about the game at-large, please head over to the FAQ. *This Everwarm does not count toward your potion collection for those who wish to take up potion brewing. You must obtain Everwarm from the Elphame Trader's to count. **Jackets come in a variety of neutral colors, enchanted with a fit-adjustment spell that will adjust to your character's size.

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Leone Abbacchio ⏪ Jojo's Bizarre Adventure ⏪ cognitive

[teaserving]

⏪ i. caravan

[Considering the situation, Abbacchio finds himself taking everything oddly well.

Maybe it's because it's still distinctly less stressful or agonizing to confront than the last three days he's actually lived out. Though he isn't entirely thrilled to not be able to call upon his Stand, it isn't the worst situation he could be in either. If anything, the playing field might be more even this way.

Even if, evidently, his familiar is an adorable looking pixie with a lot of purple on her.

The caravan, thankfully, has plenty of little bottles for him to drink. So he won't have to endure this completely sober.]

Hey. [He's talking to his familiar, who is currently sitting on his shoulder.] Say "fuck."

[She tilts her head cutely. Fuck? she repeats back, confused.]

Ha. Nice. [He takes a drink from his bottle.]


⏪ ii. snowballs

[Although Abbacchio has zero intention of getting involved in a magic snow fight, he's not going to piss on anyone's parade about it. So instead, he's watching from a distance, having a drink from his mug full of hot cider.

Then suddenly, a snowball hits him in the face. His familiar squeaks out oh shit! and hides into his hair. Slowly, he turns his head, glaring in the direction where it came from.

So he looks directly at you.]

Watch your fucking aim, idiot.


⏪ iii. network | username: rinascita

currently interviewing for a roommate i won't immediately despise until i have my own room
so hopefully you pass my high standards
answer these questions:
1 what is your favorite color
2 what kind of music do you listen to
3 what kind of soap do you use. like what scent


⏪ iv. wildcard

[you know the drill, make your own prompt or let me know if you wanna do something specific]

ii

[uenosama]

[It was definitively not intentional.

Uenoyama is taking one step at a time backward, hoping the floating snowballs in front of him just lose their magic and drop on the ground. Sadly, three go straight for Uenoyama, one smacking him in the face, two go haywire to the left and right, and one flies again at the man several feet away. Better dodge because he can't control these things!
His familiar, a middle-aged woman with brown, braided hair tied in a bun, has her hands over her mouth- it's hard to tell whether she's amused or worried.]

I didn't do it on purpose! [He finally manages to yell after getting snow out of his mouth and smacking one of the snowballs mid-air.]

[teaserving]

[On purpose or not, Abbacchio is stomping through the snow, his scowl deep on his face as he marches toward poor Uenoyama. It seems like since he's actually paying attention he's able to duck and dodge out of the way of the snowballs -- for now.]

Then get your shit together and watch what you're doing, or I'll make you remember it.

[uenosama]

[Sensing potential danger, the woman standing off to the side floats up in the air, giving the man a wary look. She summons a harp in her hand, just in case if things turn, well, bad. Uenoyama can't fight for the life of him so she's ready to defend him.]

I am not doing any of this!

[And as if in response to his yelling, few snowballs that were floating in the air between them explode into tiny snow dust, making a little cloud.]

[teaserving]

I don't see anyone else flinging snowballs around.

[He does eye the familiar at this boy's side. That is more of a concern, but it's not like he actually wants to hurt the kid.

So Abbacchio does the mature thing and throws some snow at the kid's face. That'll teach 'im, or something.]

[uenosama]

[Muse won't make a drastic move unless she sees one.]

I am not flinging them!

[Uenoyama looks exasperated by the situation- while his temper can be questionable at times, he's never rude. He should probably stop flailing and explain-]

They told us to practice magic with these. So- I did! I lifted it off the ground. But that's it! I didn't throw it. It just flew off.

[He's keeping his hands in front of him, warily looking at the snow.]

ii

[casaposa]

Don't complain about getting hit when you're lounging in the middle of a battlefield! My aim is fine.

[A 'battle' he hadn't been a part of until a grand total of ten minutes ago when someone dared to aim at him-whatever rando had started this, Caesar can't really remember, but he'll end it! Sorry, casualty of snowwar. That's how the cookie crumbles.

A sentiment his unicorn shares if the way it snorts near him is any indication.

But at least he doesn't aim directly for Abbacchio this time-he's trying to hit the rando hiding behind some benches behind him.]

You need to get out of the way.

[teaserving]

I was way off to the side, coglione!

[Cider? THROWN DOWN. Abbacchio? Shoving himself through the snow as he ducks his head down to make sure he's not getting hit. Perhaps it's the cognitive magic firing up, but he manages to dodge his way through the snow fight before he's getting close enough to kick a heap of snow right at Caesar and his FUCKING HORSE.]

[casaposa]

[Oh? What's this? You're approaching him???????

He barely registers that heated profanity and how very Italian it sounds before his face is full of cold ass snow. There's sputtering, he abruptly wipes his face and-]

Back off, stronzo!

[But you know what? He can't see his original target. Too bad, so sad, and now this new asshole gets to pay instead!

He shoves past his offended unicorn, snow covered unicorn and throws the handful snow directly towards this rando's face.]

Don't start fights you won't win!

[teaserving]

[Fuck! the pixie squeals, still clinging to Abbacchio's hair as the two Spicy Italians go at it now. Abbacchio himself just barely manages to tip his chin back to avoid a complete whiteout, but some snow does splatter over one side of his face, smearing some of his mascara.]

Arrogant fucker, aren't you?!

[WELL! Abbacchio is going to attempt to tackle the other cocky man into the snow to shove his face into it. This has escalated quickly.]

[casaposa]

I could say the same of you.

[Oh, he takes so much joy in seeing those streaks of messy black appear near the corner of his eye. Get smudged, asshole!!!

But then he's tackled and you know what? He's used to this. Grappling was a daily occurrence at Air Supplena and he's only caught offguard for one moment before every instinct to fight back rises to the surface.

He's in the snow for a second-feels the cold ice hit his cheek and he's already twisting in the man's grip. One hand goes for his hair, the other pushing back against his chest and his unicorn, helpful as ever, starts to kick snow over the both of them with its hind legs. As if piling them under a mountain will end this faster.]

Knock it off-both of you bastards!

[teaserving]

[Regrettably, there's a lot of hair for Caesar to grab, so he lets out an angry growl when it's grabbed and they just start wrestling in the snow. Determined to NOT LOSE, he does the brilliant move of trying to hook his legs around the other man's hips to get some control over this.

Then his shitty horse starts to cover them.]

Ack-- [He turns his head, squeezing an eye shut.] Your horse sucks!

[casaposa]

[The horse does suck, but you know what doesn't?? Seeing this asshole covered from head to toe in a makeshift blizzard. He can appreciate the sentiment, ya funky unicorn.

He pulls at the strands of hair he's twisting between his fingers, trying to get him off balance now that he's straddling his waist.]

Do it again.

[The horse? Obliges. Incredible. It's nonstop barrage of snow and dirt and a disgusting slushy mixture of it all.

And Caesar Zeppeli, ever the kind man, removes the hand pressing against the man's chest to crush his chin instead, trying to twist this fool's head to get the full brunt of that nasty dirt-snow mixture.]

[teaserving]

[This is horrible and Abbacchio is furious. Even through the gross mixture of nasty snow, he's snarling at Caesar.

And then finally.

FINALLY.

The pixie comes flying out from his hair, shrieking MOTHERFUCKER before she's going in to try to punch Caesar's eye with all of her might. The tiny rescuer, kind of sort of.]

[casaposa]

-Shit!

[What is with every wild beast going for his goddamn eye? Either way, the pixie makes contact and it hurts and he's so angry. Relinquishing his hold isn't an option though-in fact, he doubles down on his grip against his hair and jerks in one swift motion.

He's sure the little cretin will go for his other eye next-the one it valiantly hit already shut tight and watering. ]

If you think your beast's little fist will stop me, you're sorely mistaken. Give up and I'll let go.

[teaserving]

Give up, this fucker says after he started this shit.

[Sure, he's gonna need a really nice shower after this. But if he's gonna go down covered in horrible slushy dirty snow, then he's gonna make sure this man suffers with him.

So he goes for the throat, reaching up to grab the other man at the neck and try to get some leverage, to roll them both toward the unicorn. It'll be a horrible collision but you know that's fine by him.]

III;

[grilletto]

1 blue or maybe orange but probably blue
2 music with feeling like the carpenters or maybe i don't know abba or something
3 soap is soap, especially here so beggars can't be choosers you know?

your standards must be pretty low
i mean if these are the only questions

[teaserving]

im used to having to lower my standards

question 4 your favorite drink

[grilletto]

[ shit ]

pass
what's question 5

[teaserving]

question 5 how do you feel about the number 4

[grilletto]

it's a sign of bad luck
an omen
3 is fine, 5 is fine
THAT one?
no fucking thanks

[teaserving]

funny i didn't see you earlier mista.

[grilletto]

i've been here

[ wait ]

who is this?

[teaserving]

it's abbacchio.
anyone else here?

[grilletto]

oh thank god
um
okay so
what's the last thing you remember
because i kind of need to know what you mean by 'anyone else'
just trust me okay
i'm not trying to pull some kind of cryptic bullshit