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August Test Drive Meme!
AUGUST 2022 TDM
STANDARD ARRIVAL
LOST BETWEEN STEPS
ABSOLUTE IMMERSION
CODING
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.
Characters will always be able to actively die during TDMs as this is an extremely dangerous world. You can still have this be game canon! Check out how character death in Deer Country works here.
If you have any questions about the TDM, please ask down below!
IMAGE DESCRIPTORS IN ORDER OF APPEARANCE
Prompt One
[Image One: Hands making a fish net]
[Image Two: A Skyrim Mudcrab staring menacingly]
Prompt Two
[Image One: Dingy, empty and creepy old backroom]
[Image Two: Cryptic, Creepy words scribbled on yellow wallpaper]
Prompt Three
[Image One: Skull on top of book]
[Image Two: Book with pages shaped like a whirlpool]
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.
Characters will always be able to actively die during TDMs as this is an extremely dangerous world. You can still have this be game canon! Check out how character death in Deer Country works here.
If you have any questions about the TDM, please ask down below!
Prompt One
[Image One: Hands making a fish net]
[Image Two: A Skyrim Mudcrab staring menacingly]
Prompt Two
[Image One: Dingy, empty and creepy old backroom]
[Image Two: Cryptic, Creepy words scribbled on yellow wallpaper]
Prompt Three
[Image One: Skull on top of book]
[Image Two: Book with pages shaped like a whirlpool]
WHEN: First Week of September
WHERE: The Farther Shores/The Boardwalk
CONTENT WARNINGS: Monstrous Crabs, Environmental Threat
WHERE: The Farther Shores/The Boardwalk
CONTENT WARNINGS: Monstrous Crabs, Environmental Threat
Normally, the people of Trench would say that September is a fortunate time for sleepers to arrive at it's shores. However, the aftermath of the violent and inconsistent storms in the last month continue to batter the city. The waters are choppy, though they are beginning to calm. The swim is difficult and unsafe, waves threatening to crash unwitting squids into the rocks. It is unlikely to be fatal, but many arrive battered and bruised, gasping as they awaken from their squid form.
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
With theme music!
The weather is awful, and so the mood of the beach is a bit more subdued than on other occasions. Food is hearty and dry, easily packaged in oilcloth, and containing mostly hard tack, mushrooms and dried, cured fish. Bottles of water are included with the food, enough to ensure that the sleepers are well fed, and enough packets are offered for a few days in case they need them, but they are certainly not the most flavorful or exotic, reflecting much more the day to day food of Trench.
The people leading the waking are gathered and huddled around makeshift structures and lean-tos to deal with the awful weather along the coast during this period. Sleepers are brought here, to fires to warm. Among those who are present are the fishermen and women who work at the docks. They, along with several of the Architects from in town, have set up booths. Though they do not demand it of anyone, they politely hint that in the season of change, it is good to learn new trades and to find a place in this strange world the sleepers have been brought to. As part of this, they are willing to offer a chance for the sleepers to help craft fishing nets and other gear for those who will brave the waters to bring back food in the season.
The task is arduous and taxing, but it is not without reward. To those who choose to participate, one of the fishermen will approach them and wordlessly drop a waterlogged box into their lap. It looks dilapidated and in poor condition, but they will say nothing more, staring off into the sea from which it was dredged. When the sleeper opens it, they will find that there is one additional item within the box, which might have been included in their welcome bag normally. If pressed, the fisherman will only say that they found it dredged up along the shores in the midst of their work.
For those who brave the coasts or the waters, there is an increased threat of monstrous presence, though nothing compared to the prior month. Poisonous crabs lurk along the edges of the waterways. Much larger versions of small crabs known to live in caves along the shore, these beastly adult versions stand about three feet tall, and have particularly strong pincers which secrete a hallucinogenic venom. Victims of it are prone to paranoid delusions of danger around every corner, and known for mistaking those around them as threats. The crabs are themselves carnivorous to boot, so they are certainly a threat on their own, though they are very much killable, and supposedly very good eating. Bring in some crab meat, and it should be good to trade for additional food and supplies this month, if you dare! As with their lesser cousins, the venom of these crabs is particularly dangerous to the psychically sensitive, Palebloods and Darkbloods.
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.
The people leading the waking are gathered and huddled around makeshift structures and lean-tos to deal with the awful weather along the coast during this period. Sleepers are brought here, to fires to warm. Among those who are present are the fishermen and women who work at the docks. They, along with several of the Architects from in town, have set up booths. Though they do not demand it of anyone, they politely hint that in the season of change, it is good to learn new trades and to find a place in this strange world the sleepers have been brought to. As part of this, they are willing to offer a chance for the sleepers to help craft fishing nets and other gear for those who will brave the waters to bring back food in the season.
The task is arduous and taxing, but it is not without reward. To those who choose to participate, one of the fishermen will approach them and wordlessly drop a waterlogged box into their lap. It looks dilapidated and in poor condition, but they will say nothing more, staring off into the sea from which it was dredged. When the sleeper opens it, they will find that there is one additional item within the box, which might have been included in their welcome bag normally. If pressed, the fisherman will only say that they found it dredged up along the shores in the midst of their work.
For those who brave the coasts or the waters, there is an increased threat of monstrous presence, though nothing compared to the prior month. Poisonous crabs lurk along the edges of the waterways. Much larger versions of small crabs known to live in caves along the shore, these beastly adult versions stand about three feet tall, and have particularly strong pincers which secrete a hallucinogenic venom. Victims of it are prone to paranoid delusions of danger around every corner, and known for mistaking those around them as threats. The crabs are themselves carnivorous to boot, so they are certainly a threat on their own, though they are very much killable, and supposedly very good eating. Bring in some crab meat, and it should be good to trade for additional food and supplies this month, if you dare! As with their lesser cousins, the venom of these crabs is particularly dangerous to the psychically sensitive, Palebloods and Darkbloods.
WHEN: August 31st-September 29, January 2, February 4, March 6, April 8, June 10, July 12, October 20, November 1, December 24
WHERE: Somewhere, you're not certain where
CONTENT WARNINGS: Labyrinth, Liminal Horror, Severe Disorientation, Autophobia, Monster Horror, Fear of Falling
WHERE: Somewhere, you're not certain where
CONTENT WARNINGS: Labyrinth, Liminal Horror, Severe Disorientation, Autophobia, Monster Horror, Fear of Falling
You just took one step back. That's all. A step backwards while you weren't paying attention, and the sensation of falling assailed you. With a grunt, you found yourelf landing hard, but not hard enough to actually break or turn anything. Around you is a carpeted space. There are old, stained wallpaper walls on every side, set up in variable sized cubicle spaces that look like they should be occupied by an office of some sort. Everything smells like mold, stale and sharp. The carpet is a little bit moist and the wallpapers all seem to be hiding hints of mildew. It feels familiar, but even if you have been in this "place" before it is not quite the same. The wallpaper shades are not exactly right. It always feels like you should know it, but you cannot quite place it.
You are not alone in this place. Another seems to have fallen in this place, thank god because the muffled sounds of these halls are already getting oppressive. The electric hum of fluorescent are buzzing in your ears like a plague of locusts and you can practically feel the migraine coming from the unremitting light, but you dare not take shelter to let your eyes rest in the gaps in the lighting. It feels like there is something there. You should probably be leaving, though that's where the problem really begins. No method seems to clearly work. There are no identifiable features to pick out. After several turns, you might find yourself facing impossibly thin hallways or a dead end. Attempts to keep track of your passage with writing, torn wallpaper and balls of twine fail, as it becomes increasingly and inconsistently disorientating, inevitably causing the lead to be lost, or worse? It might seem to be going the wrong direction. Did someone move it? Magic compasses, even those given by the Pthumerians do not work in this "place" This should not be possible, but it is true.
An hour in, because it always takes longer than that, or does it? Time can be hard to keep track of and omnis don't tell time properly here. Whatever, an hour in, and the need to get out of this place will be getting to those trapped within. They do not belong here, and must escape. The harder you run, the more that the dank odor gets under the skin, worsening even if you should not be able to smell it. Occasional items can be found, but all are useless. If you are fortunate, perhaps you will eventually find a hole in the floor. But, looking down it, you cannot see the bottom. Do you dare leap down, not knowing the end? If you do, the passage seems to go far too long to be healthy. The rush of air and the feel of fraying wallpaper comes until you find yourself deposited on the ground of Trench, in front of the statue of the Tower, or in front of the gates of Gaze.
The less fortunate may finally find writing on the walls. Someone else has been in this place. But, as the cryptic words proclaim the need to S̵̨̡̟̗̰̝͚̲̦̗͔̥̞̈͂̆̿̐́̅̓͐͝T̸̠̥̰̭͎͙̮̬͋̀͛̓̽̚Ā̷̧̮̣̪̤̠̫̤͔̩̥̾̊̍̊̀̇͋̍̚͜͝͝Y̶͓̟̍̆̍ ̴̭̲̀͘͝S̵̨͖̩̻̰͇͎̠̻͚͓̱͇̭͖͒̋͆̀͐͋̾̆͝͝T̴̮̹̫̞̘̈́̏̐̒̋̎͛̂̽̅Ĩ̵͙̖̟̥̤̲̆̈́́͘ͅͅL̵͖̣̫̙̹̊͜L̷̫̠̒̽͌͘͠. A ghastly sound erupts from behind you, complete with unnatural, horrid breathing. Steps come towards you unnaturally fast. If you move, look to turn, there is a vision of something black moving into your field of vision, just before a bone-crushing force claims life and in the next moment you wake, screaming at the feet of the gates to Gaze, or the Tower's statue. Remain absolutely still, and the puff of a breath, the smell of cow hair and breath grazes over the shoulder before eventually storming away behind, until the sound is gone, and the unlucky are left to continue searching until they find a hole leading out.
NOTES:
1. Any step backwards can cause someone to end up between places, participating in this event. Exiting requires either falling through one of the holes in the floor or being killed by the unnamed creatures residing between spaces.
2. If a character dies in this event, they do not undergo normal death effects. They awaken in one of the locations indicated, gasping for breath. While harrowing, and possibly a source of nightmares for the next few days, not to mention chills for an hour or two, there is no further apparent harm.
3. It is possible to encounter this prompt throughout the year. At one random, unpredictable day each month (listed above), the space between spaces is accessible. A person could theoretically fall in on that day, following the rules as above.
4. Mapping the space between spaces is difficult, but not impossible. Perhaps there are other locations within the labyrinthian mass, but for now at least they are not findable.
5. If the natives are asked about this place, they will make a warding sign and refuse to speak of them. At most, they will say something about the "veins of the tower."
You are not alone in this place. Another seems to have fallen in this place, thank god because the muffled sounds of these halls are already getting oppressive. The electric hum of fluorescent are buzzing in your ears like a plague of locusts and you can practically feel the migraine coming from the unremitting light, but you dare not take shelter to let your eyes rest in the gaps in the lighting. It feels like there is something there. You should probably be leaving, though that's where the problem really begins. No method seems to clearly work. There are no identifiable features to pick out. After several turns, you might find yourself facing impossibly thin hallways or a dead end. Attempts to keep track of your passage with writing, torn wallpaper and balls of twine fail, as it becomes increasingly and inconsistently disorientating, inevitably causing the lead to be lost, or worse? It might seem to be going the wrong direction. Did someone move it? Magic compasses, even those given by the Pthumerians do not work in this "place" This should not be possible, but it is true.
An hour in, because it always takes longer than that, or does it? Time can be hard to keep track of and omnis don't tell time properly here. Whatever, an hour in, and the need to get out of this place will be getting to those trapped within. They do not belong here, and must escape. The harder you run, the more that the dank odor gets under the skin, worsening even if you should not be able to smell it. Occasional items can be found, but all are useless. If you are fortunate, perhaps you will eventually find a hole in the floor. But, looking down it, you cannot see the bottom. Do you dare leap down, not knowing the end? If you do, the passage seems to go far too long to be healthy. The rush of air and the feel of fraying wallpaper comes until you find yourself deposited on the ground of Trench, in front of the statue of the Tower, or in front of the gates of Gaze.
The less fortunate may finally find writing on the walls. Someone else has been in this place. But, as the cryptic words proclaim the need to S̵̨̡̟̗̰̝͚̲̦̗͔̥̞̈͂̆̿̐́̅̓͐͝T̸̠̥̰̭͎͙̮̬͋̀͛̓̽̚Ā̷̧̮̣̪̤̠̫̤͔̩̥̾̊̍̊̀̇͋̍̚͜͝͝Y̶͓̟̍̆̍ ̴̭̲̀͘͝S̵̨͖̩̻̰͇͎̠̻͚͓̱͇̭͖͒̋͆̀͐͋̾̆͝͝T̴̮̹̫̞̘̈́̏̐̒̋̎͛̂̽̅Ĩ̵͙̖̟̥̤̲̆̈́́͘ͅͅL̵͖̣̫̙̹̊͜L̷̫̠̒̽͌͘͠. A ghastly sound erupts from behind you, complete with unnatural, horrid breathing. Steps come towards you unnaturally fast. If you move, look to turn, there is a vision of something black moving into your field of vision, just before a bone-crushing force claims life and in the next moment you wake, screaming at the feet of the gates to Gaze, or the Tower's statue. Remain absolutely still, and the puff of a breath, the smell of cow hair and breath grazes over the shoulder before eventually storming away behind, until the sound is gone, and the unlucky are left to continue searching until they find a hole leading out.
NOTES:
1. Any step backwards can cause someone to end up between places, participating in this event. Exiting requires either falling through one of the holes in the floor or being killed by the unnamed creatures residing between spaces.
2. If a character dies in this event, they do not undergo normal death effects. They awaken in one of the locations indicated, gasping for breath. While harrowing, and possibly a source of nightmares for the next few days, not to mention chills for an hour or two, there is no further apparent harm.
3. It is possible to encounter this prompt throughout the year. At one random, unpredictable day each month (listed above), the space between spaces is accessible. A person could theoretically fall in on that day, following the rules as above.
4. Mapping the space between spaces is difficult, but not impossible. Perhaps there are other locations within the labyrinthian mass, but for now at least they are not findable.
5. If the natives are asked about this place, they will make a warding sign and refuse to speak of them. At most, they will say something about the "veins of the tower."
WHEN: Last Week of August through all of September
WHERE: Gaze, and somewhere else
CONTENT WARNINGS: Possible Life-threatening experiences, Distorted Realities, Fourth Walling, Content Depending upon the Canon Referenced
WHERE: Gaze, and somewhere else
CONTENT WARNINGS: Possible Life-threatening experiences, Distorted Realities, Fourth Walling, Content Depending upon the Canon Referenced
As the month of September approaches, and Mariana shows signs of having cooled in her wrath, the people of Trench begin to relax once again. Hoping to keep level heads and to promote learning, the Arcane Scholars of Gaze have opened the private stores of more rare texts from the Archaic Archives. Trundling carts of books are being brought out by roped and masked individuals who kindly offer one to anyone who wishes to partake. They limit each guest to three, though they seem happy to trade a book for a book, so it's always possible to get more. They ask only that the books be returned by the end of the month for cleaning and maintenance. Whispers among the Disciples still with ruffled feathers at Mariana's wrath are that this is Never Mind's way of reasserting himself after strange magical books have been found around town. No Arcane Scholar will acknowledge such gossip, however.
The books seem harmless enough. What is wrong with a little light reading? The fiction within is quite enthralling, though after a page or two, a creepy familiarity to the book's contents comes to whoever reads. There is a sense of deja vu, and only when it is too late do they realize that it feels like they are reading the memories and recollections of someone else, perhaps someone that they know! In that moment, they will feel an inexorable pull as the book seems to literally suck them into it, along with anyone unlucky enough to be next to them!
Those who read these magical books will find themselves trapped in an event within another canon reality. The intent, of course, is to broaden their horizons and experiences, to teach moral lessons through new memories, but as always Never Mind seems not to understand the possible perils. The scenario that they find themselves in, which may be of any canon, is always one of immediate and very real peril, a time in which the character's life is put into immediate and very real peril. They have to prevail or flee successfully to escape the chapter and end the book, though for their troubles it is quite possible that they might bring something back with them. Hopefully it's nothing dangerous!
NOTES:
1. Any Canon may be used, including canons not present in the game. Players are encouraged to use their imaginations, though it is worth being aware that the entirety of the Cthuluh Mythos may be found among these collections, should one wish to utilize these books.
2. There is an actual physical threat that is present in whatever scene is viewed. If it is necessary, a threat is fabricated from the fringes of the memory, even if this changes the canonical scene. It is a real threat and can cause death or harm. However, these threats are killable through all normal fashions, and can be escaped by clever captives. Once escaped or defeated, the sleeper is deposited out of the book.
3. The books are absolutely indestructible, and even if the sleeper does not return them, ravens will break into their home (ruining a window and making a mess) to retrieve all books by the end of September. Multiple books can be enjoyed throughout the month.
4. Items retrieved may be anything from any canon which does not count as a significant power acquisition. Weapons can be brought, though they will be mundane once they emerge in Trench. Players are limited to retrieving one item from another canon per character during the month.
The books seem harmless enough. What is wrong with a little light reading? The fiction within is quite enthralling, though after a page or two, a creepy familiarity to the book's contents comes to whoever reads. There is a sense of deja vu, and only when it is too late do they realize that it feels like they are reading the memories and recollections of someone else, perhaps someone that they know! In that moment, they will feel an inexorable pull as the book seems to literally suck them into it, along with anyone unlucky enough to be next to them!
Those who read these magical books will find themselves trapped in an event within another canon reality. The intent, of course, is to broaden their horizons and experiences, to teach moral lessons through new memories, but as always Never Mind seems not to understand the possible perils. The scenario that they find themselves in, which may be of any canon, is always one of immediate and very real peril, a time in which the character's life is put into immediate and very real peril. They have to prevail or flee successfully to escape the chapter and end the book, though for their troubles it is quite possible that they might bring something back with them. Hopefully it's nothing dangerous!
NOTES:
1. Any Canon may be used, including canons not present in the game. Players are encouraged to use their imaginations, though it is worth being aware that the entirety of the Cthuluh Mythos may be found among these collections, should one wish to utilize these books.
2. There is an actual physical threat that is present in whatever scene is viewed. If it is necessary, a threat is fabricated from the fringes of the memory, even if this changes the canonical scene. It is a real threat and can cause death or harm. However, these threats are killable through all normal fashions, and can be escaped by clever captives. Once escaped or defeated, the sleeper is deposited out of the book.
3. The books are absolutely indestructible, and even if the sleeper does not return them, ravens will break into their home (ruining a window and making a mess) to retrieve all books by the end of September. Multiple books can be enjoyed throughout the month.
4. Items retrieved may be anything from any canon which does not count as a significant power acquisition. Weapons can be brought, though they will be mundane once they emerge in Trench. Players are limited to retrieving one item from another canon per character during the month.
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I use white on dark colors, and green on light colors. You might take both and use them as you see fit.
[sansa is nothing if not adaptable, but she's never been able to fully disguise her noble carriage (that was always her own sister). she slides the box of chalk back into its case as her white raven omen comes swooping into view. she addresses him.]
Did you see a door anywhere?
['No,' he says. 'No traps or puzzles, either. But the further I went, the harder it was to remember where you were. I became...weary."
sansa frowns.]
It's Never Mind. He's a teacher. There should be some lesson, here. Unless it isn't his own doing...
[she considers this. most strange monthly occurrences had something to do with their patron's domain, even if the patrons themselves hadn't actually caused them to happen. but she's not sure what the cursed fruit had to with remina or history, though. and argonaut's awful disciples had been kidnapping people, apparently. but they said they were testing people's hope.
and never mind had helped her with the ravens, helping her finesse her abilities in order to steer them better and give them things to say. he wouldn't want her separated from them. would he? she can't feel them anywhere...she could try harder, but she doubts jinx wants her to sit and meditate right now. she glances back at jinx, her eyes sympathetic.]
Perhaps we're meant to explore this place, together. I don't think we have much to gain in staying where we are, anyway.
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if this is true and whatever being out there has been watching, it would make sense to have her and sansa be stuck here together and possibly force them to get along. which is an irritation upon itself. with a scoff and an eye roll, she flashes her a slight dirty look.)
Yeeeaaaah, I don't think that's happenin'. You can go one way and I can go another. And let's just hope we don't ever cross each other again.
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I'm sorry if I've done something to cross you––[all right, that was a little snippy...] I truly am. But our best chance of escaping this place is together. I've been in caverns like this before.
[a huge stretch. but jinx has the ability to condense ice out of the damp in here, which could mean the difference between life or death. besides,]
And Vi will kill me if she hears I abandoned you to wander these miserable halls forever. We'll both starve to death in here and she'll be waiting on the beach just to kill me again. Besides, I have tools.
[it's a very elaborate chatelaine. There's an obsidian dagger clipped to it.]
And the rest of the chalk.
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Ugh, fine! — Whatever. Just don't get in my way.
(turning on her heel, she moves on forward to the first wall she spots and marks a "X" and an "arrow".)
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I'm sure I won't be any trouble.
[without lady or...any animals, she'll have to rely on her wits and diplomacy. she has managed to pick up a few practical ninjutsu techniques, but she needs to conserve her strength. it's time to put all thoughts of sworn sisterhood and shared trauma aside and play the game. she follows jinx a few paces behind.]
If it comes down to it, do you think you might be able to make a bomb out of what we have? I don't know that we'd be able to knock a hole in this place, but it's worth trying if all else fails, and it's damp enough that the smoke should kill us before we burn. It seems an easier death than starving.
[sansa thinks of death here as only returning to the ocean. she's a little more concerned about what will happen to her things.]
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she glances over her shoulder at sansa's suggestion. can she make a bomb with what they have? well. they are lacking a lot of materials but maybe this place can provide something else for her to use. with a grin, she stands up right with her hands on her hips -- chest puffing.)
Probably! But y'know if we die here, I rather it'd be an explosion and smoke than starvation. I got a moto, y'know. No one can kill me except for my weapons. They're the only ones who are worthy. And if I can take you out with me, that'll be an extra pleasure for me.
(and with that, she moves on over to the other wall to do the same as the previous one.)
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Well, that's good. I'd rather it be you. I shouldn't like to die at the hands of my enemies; I wouldn't give them the satisfaction.
[her omen winter cries overhead:
"You aren't dying. Not today."
sansa rolls her eyes. she follows jinx at a careful pace.]
We'd only go back to the ocean, here. It isn't the best month for it, but we could still swim to shore. I think it helps if you have good chakra control. I could teach you some of the technique, if you like.
[it's the main way sansa interacts with her own magic. she thinks it could help jinx with her coldblood magic, too.]
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(she stops mid-step and spins around to face her; confused.)
So if we die, we don't actually die here. We just... (she moves her hands to make weird hand gestures.) — go back into the ocean all normal?
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No, we'd be fish again. [sansa will not say squid. the greyjoys are squids. to be fair, her own form is more of a cuttlefish.] But if we made it to shore, we'd turn back eventually. Some of my friends here have done it.
[she clutches the needle end of her necklace with her threadless hand.]
I'm not sure what would happen to our things, though.
[perhaps winter could recover her necklace. she isn't wearing her moth ring from winterfell, but her bloodstone rings would be hard to replace, not to mention her stays, boots, chatelaine...and it's arya's coin purse on her belt.]
cw: nsfw......narrative. im so sorry. she is a sadist. face in hands
(how frustrating. so it seems she will never reach her "climax" and "satisfaction" when it comes to putting an end to people or her enemies. although, there is still wrecking havoc towards buildings or any sort of structure she can stumble upon in the near future that would give her that "thrill".
but it's good to know. to lean more into structures to seek for that "rise" than with people. it's still such a disappointment, though. because having the combination of people and buildings are the perfect storm for her. the perfect chill down her spine and the bubble at the pit of her stomach.
the tingles and the sheer high of it of both colliding together -- such sweet seduction to have the fire entwine as it consumes. for her to stand there and watch it all burn; the ashes fall so so delicately along her face and on her pale skin. the heat radiating to match the heat within her and to have her blood racing as the bud blooms. jinx scoffs out a rough breath and turns her head away for sansa to walk on. already, she is hating this place -- for it to take one of her biggest pleasures away. but. she has the buildings, at least. but she will never taste or bathe in that perfect storm ever again.)
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Well, they don't always come back, but it does seem to me that the ones you want to stay in the ocean never do. [definitely biased here] Anyway, it's good to be careful; The Reckoning comes every year, and she'll kill you if she thinks you've done murder, even if someone else might say it was justified. And any bloodshed here just adds to the blood pollution, which poisons the soil and turns people into Beasts. Besides, you always have to mind your own corruption, which comes from any kind of trauma just as much as it does from blood pollution. Corruption poisons your mind until you can't even recognize yourself. I've never met anyone who didn't regret what they did while they were corrupted, or a beast especially.
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(spinning around to face her, she walks on backwards while also keeping an eye on another wall to doodle on.)
If I get turned into a beast, that's just more fun time for me! I hope my teeth will be like a shark. Aaaaalll big and jagged. Suits me, I think.
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It won't be what you want, or at least not the way you want it. Corruption poisons your mind, first. It's grief, and pain, and it'll consume you if you let it, until there's next to nothing left, just enough to watch as a creature made of your own hate and fear torments everyone you care about in your place.
[she drops another coil of thread.]
You'd be much better off with a hellhound. They're very clever. A good Vileblood mage could change your teeth, but it would be much harder to chew things. I'd rather have cake; a hellhound will open throats for you if you treat it well and ask it nicely.
[it's too bad sansa can't actually teach jinx to warg, she thinks it would probably be good for her.]
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(another twirl as she runs off to the wall to do another "X" and arrow, except this time in addition -- she draws a VERY horrible version of vi with having really enormous hands. then she writes right above the doodle vi "BIG STINKY HANDS".)
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Well, the Dog Keeper would probably say so. He only gives hellhounds to people he trusts, and he's immortal, and all the hellhounds listen to him best.
[she eyes the drawing of vi critically, trailing thread. it's a very strange and specific insult.]
She would go after you, you know. She'd hurt herself very badly trying to save you. Because she can't shoot a bow, and she can't use a sword, and she doesn't even carry a shield. That's what I'd write if I wanted to tease her.
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Aaaaand there you go again. Doin' that thing that you do that I hate. How about you just keep that pretty lil' mouth of yours shut when it comes to me and my sis, huh?
(jinx turns back around to walk on but then suddenly stops. holding up an index as a "wait a second" motion before facing her again.)
— Actually, scratch that. How long have you known her exactly? Or better yet, how much DO you know of her?
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I was the one who came to get her when she was trying to sleep on the beach, no matter all the storms we'd been getting, to wait for you. I helped her make up a room for you instead. We both came out of the ocean when there was snow on the ground, and then we both went back in. I came out sooner, and she asked for me on the net work, so we became friends. I gave her a place to stay, and she gave me her protection. She probably knows more about me than I know about her, because I don't like to ask people about things they don't want to tell me. She only told me enough about you to know what to look for; that you had long blue hair, and you were short, and brilliant, that you made bombs and other things. And I said I would look for you, because I have to look for people anyway.
[she stalks (squelchily) over to the wall, and chalks a passable portrait of arya stark in her guise as cat of the canals, replete with a little sword that hadn't been present when sansa saw her in the portals. it's markedly half the size of the vi drawing.]
Because I have my own sister, and brothers, and none of them are here. I look for them every day, to make sure they haven't wandered off into the Trenchwood unarmed to be killed by beasts, or worse. We were separated at home, forced into hiding, and one of them was killed along with my parents. I didn't know any of them had escaped until I came here. I was pretending to be someone else, because there's a bounty on my head in the Seven Kingdoms. I am Sansa Stark of Winterfell, I make clothes and leather armor; I'm a Paleblood and I can look out the eyes of animals and know what they know. When I came here I told everyone my name was Alayne Stone because I had been hiding under that name for over a year, and I didn't know if I had enemies here waiting for me. I only told everyone my true name a few days before you showed up the first time. And now you know more about me than I know about you. I hope that helps you to feel better.
[she writes 'too little to be frightening' over the picture of arya.]
Don't worry, she's littler than you. You're very frightening.
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and does this make her feel better? somewhat, yes. these facts about her jinx can use to her advantage. to what, she is unsure but it's something good to have in her back pocket when needed. now when it comes to her and her sister, it makes her feel... inadequate. it leaves her wondering if her and her sister will have that kind of connection or if it'll even be possible. the two of them are so... different now and sometimes it gets rather awkward to be around her and unable to come up what to really talk about.)
(jinx looks over at the drawing but doesn't criticize it in any way. she has a motto when it comes to art -- to never talk down on anyone's art skills. every design is beautiful; even if the art is nothing but lines. they all have a deep meaning and a story to tell. if sansa suspects jinx to say anything, she is horribly wrong. all she does is soak in the information and then turns on her heel to walk on. there has to be way out of this place or she'll go bonkers. which says a lot because she's already a nutcase.)
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Coldblood magic is the best for fighting, anyway. You could freeze someone to death very easily if you had to, or put them to sleep.
[it occurs to sansa that she could probably manage as much with the cold bloodstone rings underneath her grey linen gloves. she has only ever used them to cool the air, but it wouldn't take very much to kill a human, let alone subdue them, she doesn't think. beasts might be different. it would be a good way to subdue them long enough to cleanse them, if they knew how much cold it took. she doesn't see a clear way to finding out, though.]
It might be a good way to quiet Beasts that used to be people long enough to turn them back.
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(with her hands behind her head, she walks on then tilts her head over to peek at sansa and her threading along.)
— I'm gonna guess you don't do much fightin' since Vi is offering the protection shtick.
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No, not very much fighting. My magic is better suited to scouting, and someone has to see to the supplies.
[sansa's training and interests lie in subterfuge and intrigue, and while military strategy bores her somewhat, she knows wars are won and lost by their supply lines. in fact, if it was up to her, she wouldn't want to waste someone with jinx's talents for weaponsmithing on the field, but she feels saying so would only make jinx angry with her. at least coldblood magic should keep anybody from getting too close.]
I usually have Lady with me, and my hellhound Vhagar if anything's going to be dangerous. Vi would fight for me if I asked, but I try very hard not to have to ask her. She spends enough time at the Outpost hitting creatures with her hands for Lord D.
[her tone is wry. if she is trying to shift jinx's hostility away from her and towards d, well, she's fairly certain he wouldn't care.]
I don't like to put my friends in danger. They all seem to find it well enough without my help.
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(a teacher maybe? but it'd be odd for vi to train under someone else when she's always been the teacher. although, hear her hitting creatures with her bare hands is no surprise. because what other way is she to hurt things than her hands? the day she sees vi use a weapon will be the day she swallows gunpowder for the second time in her life.)
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He's very mysterious. I'm not even sure what species of person he is.
[sansa has learned some words but not necessarily how to use them.]
He has a dark power, but he's kind enough, and he helps at the Sanctuary. I don't think he means any harm. He's been fortifying a holdfast outside the city. It's always under attack by Beasts and strange creatures. Outside of Trench this whole land is overrun with them. They always need fighters to head them off. I suppose it's very good training.
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(a beat.)
Not sayin' I'm lookin' out for you before you get ideas. Just givin' ya pointers from someone with experience with kooky people.
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No, I'm not sure. It's hard to tell what he wants. But he's a friend to the Lady Amaterasu, and she had a better nose than even Lady. She's in the ocean, now, but she left us her Sanctuary Trees to cleanse corruption and blood pollution.
[do fish have noses? lady ammako's senses were probably not impaired by her fish form. certainly she had others.]
There is a man like that here, though. The Reckoning got him, but he's come back before. His name's John Gaius and his eyes are black where they should be white. He tried to murder the Patron of the ocean, Mariana, and kill everybody in it.
[come to think of it, jinx had been in the ocean at that time. sansa glances at her.]
Did you feel the storm underwater at all? It was very powerful, and many of us got our magic caught up in it, which took weeks to sort out.
[one week for sansa, but an indeterminably long time spent in dreamspace, which confuses things in her mind a little.]
That's why there were so many storms and creatures coming from the ocean last month. It belonged to the Lady Mariana, and she was very angry.
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