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Deer Country Mod ([personal profile] reddosmod) wrote in [community profile] countryclub2022-07-25 10:37 pm
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July Test Drive Meme!

JULY 2022 TDM
Another month, another test drive meme! Our test drive memes are open to anyone interested - regardless of whether or not you join our game!

All Test Drive Memes are game canon. Players can choose to keep their TDM threads canon or not. TDM threads can be used for AC and can be used as your writing sample for your application.

Our TDMs serve as a way to build into the actual lore and worldbuilding of Deer Country and we strongly encourage everyone to enjoy and participate! Current players are always welcome to pull prompts from the TDM to reference on the Network or bring into logs as well as tag out to new characters top-leveling on the TDM itself.

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IMAGE DESCRIPTORS IN ORDER OF APPEARANCE

Prompt One
[Image One: Colorful paper lanterns shaped like jellyfish lit up and hovering in the air. ]
[Image Two: A person with long hair wearing a crown dedicated with shells and rocks. ]

Prompt Two
[Image One: A GIF of waves breaking roughly out in the middle of the ocean. ]
[Image Two: Strong waves crashing into a lighthouse and rocks. ]

Prompt Three
[Image One: A large Ningen (a sea creature that is half human, half monster, and has no face except for a large slit for a mouth) towering over a deep sea diver. ]
[Image Two: A person standing out on the rocks with their arms out stretched as the tentacles of a large sea monster wave in the air above the ocean. ]

STANDARD ARRIVAL
WHEN: August
WHERE: The Farther Shores/The Boardwalk
CONTENT WARNINGS: N/A


You're one of the lucky ones. Your journey is smooth sailing and you wind up exactly where you're supposed to: on the Farther Shores. You grow out of your squid body without a hitch, either with the help of another Sleeper or one of the Wakers, and you get to discover this new world. All new Sleepers might take some time to find their bearings. It might be tricky to remember how to use your body parts the way you're supposed to. You might stumble around the beach or forget how to talk - but don't worry! It'll come back to you sooner or later.

Hopefully, you've found something to wear, either in your Welcoming Bag or otherwise, and can start familiarizing yourself with your surroundings. Maybe you help some other squids out on the beach. Waking up sucks! You feel for the little guys. And hey, maybe you're hoping one of those squids is a good friend...Stranger things have happened.

SEASONAL DETAILS ON THE BOARDWALK

This month has an entire festival dedicated to Mariana. The people of Trench seem to be quite enamoured with her, despite her often cruel and unpredictable behaviors. The festival has gone all out with decorations. The boardwalk will be lined with lanterns in the shape of various sea creatures, such as jellyfish, dolphins, seahorses, and (of course) squids! These lanterns will be lit every night throughout the month and will burn through the night. They are bright beacons to a month that is otherwise becoming more and more gray and chilly as time passes.

The people of Trench are also decked out for the occasion. Blues and greens are the popular color choices for outfits, and many people will even decorate their hair with pieces from the ocean. Whether it's with full headpieces that are worthy enough for mermaids or just something as simple as weaving shells into a braid, everyone seems to have something on them that ties them to the sea. There are stalls set up to help newcomers (or oldies who just want to have some fun) decorate their hair as well and face paint for those who want to go the extra mile.

The festival comes with all sorts of celebrations that can be partaken in at absolutely no cost. There are food vendors, though they seem to be short on seafood this month. Likely it's due to the rough seas with waves so treacherous that not even the most skilled of sailors seems to be able to get out into them. They'll remark on how difficult is must have been to swim to shore in those awful waves. So instead of fish and shrimp, there are other sea-dedicated dishes: seaweed salad, noodle dishes made with seaweed broth, caramelized chicken in a fish and ginger sauce, etc. There are also ocean themed desserts, such as cupcakes with blue frosting shaped to look like a great wave. There are games such as dunk tanks, dart balloons, ring tosses, and other typical carnival entertainment. If you can think of it, it's probably there. At the end of the night, there's often a fireworks display over the rolling waves.

rough seas and high winds
WHEN: Last Week of July, First Week of AugustT
WHERE: Beach and Nearby Oceans
CONTENT WARNINGS: Threat of drowning, severe weather phenomena, Environmental hazards, possible death


For some reason, Mariana is particularly wrathful even as the month begins. Even leaking into the end of the month of July, the sea begins to foam and rage in ways that are almost impossible to imagine. As you stare out int the beachheads, you may see vast waves and surf that would daunt the most professional of surfers. Water crashes into each other in colossal spouts. Waterspouts can be seen as storms occasionally buffet the coastline and just out into the ocean itself. However, the one thing about this chaotic energy is that it is just that, chaotic. One moment the sea may be calm, and the next it is a roiling, seething force out to destroy everyone.

This is, naturally, dangerous for those who are just hapless squids trying to reach shore. They may find themselves inexorably being flung towards sharp rocks and shoals, threatened with being dashed upon the stone near to the coast, or they may find themselves constantly swirling in eddies and whirlpools to the point of near exhaustion. However, they are not the only ones so threatened. Even those on the coast are in near constant danger of being washed right back out to see by an unexpected wave and sudden rip-tide. There are wood planks and other detritus to grab hold of, but it is very much a battle for one's life out there!

The sea's rage, the locals say, is because Mariana is particularly incensed over something that occurred. They do not know what exactly, but many have said that sleepers have felt a particular brunt of this ire lately. For now, it is a game of survival and a constant battle to bring people in safely.

Notes:
-Any natural weather occurrence is possible in the first week of August and last of July. Seemingly impossible combinations may occur (A waterspout in the middle of the eye of a hurricane, almost anything.
-These threats will be upon anyone who is not far enough inland to enjoy the festivities. The beach is not truly safe and sleepers are hustled inland quickly.
-Death is possible, though sleepers who die in the ocean find themselves returning very quickly as squids for some reason, within 24 hours, only to be threatened again before they eventually find shore.

of monsters in the water
WHEN: Throughout August
WHERE: The coast and waterways
CONTENT WARNINGS: Monster Horror, Possibly Getting Eaten, Threat of bodily harm, Unnatural Physiology, Existential Dread


Something has been dredged up from the deep by the storms that rage. It is said that Mariana not only presides over the oceans, but also the most powerful monsters that dwell within the deep. Some of these, it is believed, may be the remains of Pthumerians whose minds and lives were lost during the hard times before, or the spawn of their mating with things other than humans. Whether these rumors are true, eldritch things have begun to emerge from the depths and darkness, things best left unseen.

Throughout the month of August, it is possible to encounter creatures that can only be described as monsters emerging from the water. With every passing storm, another emerges. Some are as large as small kaiju, while others are closer to human size, and each shares very little in common with the others, save for two particular details. The first of these is that they are all aquatic in nature and bear at least a passing similarity to sea monsters of ancient legend or particularly large and dangerous aquatic animals. Giant cuttlefish, Megalodons, Plesiosaurs, Octopi, Sea Cucumbers, Whales, or any of a number of other sea creatures appear to be their basis. The other similarity, however, is that all are hideously and grotesquely deformed. Tentacles, second rows of teeth, great clawed hands and feet enabling them to walk on dry ground, a thousand eyes all over the hump of a hunchback whale all shooting laser beams in the full moon, almost anything seems to be possible, though the changes are all chtonically horrendous in nature.

These creatures are violent, dangerous, and horrifying to behold. Just looking at them jars the mind and threatens to damage one's psyche while they try to understand what they are seeing. Bones are in seemingly impossible angles, bodies moving in ways that they shouldn't. Just looking at them can cause nausea, vertigo or mental breaks, though the danger does not stop there. They are agents of chaos, seeking to destroy mind or body, on a rampage whenever they reach ground, though they do not delve far into Trench beyond the waterways and beach, almost as if they are prevented by something. When one strays too close, an ominous light glows from the tops of the tallest spires in the city and they are inevitably repelled, but until they are killed or sent back to the deep from whence they came, they remain a threat outside of the city.

CODING
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[personal profile] terriblepurpose 2022-08-27 05:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Maybe what the boy said about his teacher is only half-true. What teacher would be glad to lose a student who so readily responds to reproach over the handling of knowledge, as Paul does here, with a faint coloring across the cheeks and a sideways glance away?

"This city teams with gods," he says, still in the realm of the factual, "But it runs thin on believers. There are people with much harsher words for the gods than I have - not to excuse myself, but to warn you."

It had been shocking, coming from a world where God was an abstract absence and belief was inculcated into every strand of life. The faith of his universe was a pervasive one, accepted truth reflected in the subtle mathematics of reality. Here, the gods are overt, tangible, and he has never met so many atheists.

"Is that what happens when an illusion crumbles?" That's too much and too far by halves. He's reckless, something in the dust of the air and the subject of conversation drawing a flicker of frustrated fire out of him. "Or are you left in shadows?"
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[personal profile] theflyingone 2022-09-03 08:56 am (UTC)(link)
He shows no shock or dismay. Disregard for god(s), somewhat similar to his own odd stance, is puzzling, but it is what it is. Altaïr has no harsh words for any deity himself. One has to have a personal grievance for that. What grievance does he have with phantoms? Altaïr's problems have always come from people.

He must not lose this young man. Altaïr knows this is a foolish thought, as foolish as trying to win over Maria with a bit of philosophy when she was all too ready to kick him in the head to aid her own escape. But here again he encounters a driven person cast adrift and disappointed in their previous associations, and Altaïr has always been a proponent of education.

He amends his thought to: It is not good that this young man is lost. There Altaïr finds where it was born, in the compassion he sometimes fears to feel. It is what makes him human and knits his brows not with scrutiny but with concern.

"One path proves to be full of thorns, but now ten others are revealed before you. The light is harsh, but it helps you to see that what you knew was an illusion--as is the world. This is a veil you must pierce on your own; I cannot simply give the answer."

How like Al Mualim he sounds! Altaïr feels a thrum of impatience with himself. Omen-smoke curls out of him again, and Ruya materializes on the top of a bookshelf, no longer warily guarding Altaïr's shoulder but observing them both.
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[personal profile] terriblepurpose 2022-09-05 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Paul closes his eyes, which would be overly trusting by more than halves if not for the continued vigilance of his own Omen, and he lets Altaïr's words resonate. He takes a quiet breath in and out, visibly seeking internal balance. When his eyelashes flutter apart he's calmed himself, or at least appears as if he has.

"I have to move with the flow of the process," he says, with a slight twist underpinning the phrase that comes and goes too swiftly to be identifiable as one emotion or another. He takes in Ruya's reemergence with an equally slight flicker of directed interest, then shakes his head.

"I apologize. I shouldn't be relying on strangers to remind me of things I should already know." Maybe he isn't such a good student after all, to forget his lessons so, relearning the same lesson one painful iteration after another. "But thank you."

That's an improvement. He straightens himself almost imperceptibly, tucking his chin, and adds, with a faint trace of embarrassment shading into deference: "I should go find those books I promised you."
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[personal profile] theflyingone 2022-09-06 09:02 am (UTC)(link)
Altaïr is not ready to believe that someone's shaken faith is so easily healed, but it is his habit not to pry unless it's in the scope of his work. Old habits are hard to break. He was Al Mualim's best student, and Al Mualim did not have time for his emotional outbursts. Altaïr judges Paul to have mastered it and folds up his own expression neatly without moving, like a closing book.

"That is good. I would have suggested a walk in fresh air otherwise." It's a little bit of a deflection, but he can't be sure Paul is ready for further discussion. Even if he obliquely explained the maxim in so many words, there is a difference between knowing and understanding.

He relinquishes the books with calloused hands. "If you can find one, will they let me take a--they call it a pencil, but it is not a brush."

The origins and roots of words guide him, but not precisely. He's already been writing Arabic in ink with his qalam, so he must have a different use in mind for a pencil.
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[personal profile] terriblepurpose 2022-09-07 05:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Altaïr is right to doubt Paul’s faith being fully restored, but also right to mark it as a closed subject for now. Paul doesn’t want to linger on his mistakes so completely in front of a near-stranger, even if he grows less strange seeming by the minute.

Paul takes up the book with still gentle fingers, not done making up for his disrespect to them or to their Pthumerian master. He is getting good at making things up to Pthumerians, he thinks. Perhaps that’s what he can do to earn his keep - teach lessons in the art of fucking up, over and over, until you have mastered the form of the apology.

“They will. But here -” Paul fishes a pencil of his own from his pocket and slides it across to Altaïr in exchange. It's a battered, fingernail marked thing, halfway whittled down already, but it will serve.

"The pink part at the end is an eraser. You can use it to scrub out mistakes. It's helpful for sketching." He doesn't know what Altaïr intends, but it's something he didn't know about them at first either. Small niceties for a new world.

"I'll be back shortly." If there's nothing else, Paul is going to take a walk, and perhaps the musty library air will have a beneficial effect on him anyway.
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[personal profile] theflyingone 2022-09-13 09:35 am (UTC)(link)
He feels a slight vigilance when Paul reaches into his pocket, but Altaïr only knows it is habit, a watchfulness as familiar and ever-present as his Hidden Blade. He accepts the apparently well-loved pencil. He curiously presses the eraser with his own fingernail.

"Thank you. I would have thought it was another way to write instead of the opposite."

By the time Paul returns, Altaïr has experimented with it on a clean sheet of paper (it gives him a little thrill to see paper as something more plentiful here), drawing a simple map of the nearest city square from memory. He doesn't have the benefit of a rule, but the improvised use of the spine of the journal found in his Welcoming bag does passably enough.

"You did not encounter any more illusions on your way, I hope?"

He says this in the serious way he's spoken thus far, but it can't be anything other than something approaching... humor.