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SEPTEMBER TEST DRIVE MEME!
SEPTEMBER 2022 TDM
STANDARD ARRIVAL
A FADED MEMORY
FRIEND OR FOE
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: Bread Cornucopia filled with fruits and veggies]
[Image Two: Creepy glass eye embedded in sand]
Prompt Two
[Image One: A Lone Lighthouse by night]
[Image Two: Ghost Ship in dilapidated condition]
Prompt Three
[Image One: Wasps, Wasp Nest made from human Mask screaming terror, swirling eddies in wasp Nest]
[Image Two: Horribly mutilated Cenobite in Latex gear with exposed teeth]
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: Bread Cornucopia filled with fruits and veggies]
[Image Two: Creepy glass eye embedded in sand]
Prompt Two
[Image One: A Lone Lighthouse by night]
[Image Two: Ghost Ship in dilapidated condition]
Prompt Three
[Image One: Wasps, Wasp Nest made from human Mask screaming terror, swirling eddies in wasp Nest]
[Image Two: Horribly mutilated Cenobite in Latex gear with exposed teeth]
WHEN: First Week of September
WHERE: The Farther Shores/The Boardwalk, Koz's Orphanage
CONTENT WARNINGS: Creepy Prosthetics buried in the sand
WHERE: The Farther Shores/The Boardwalk, Koz's Orphanage
CONTENT WARNINGS: Creepy Prosthetics buried in the sand
On some level, you are one of the fortunate ones. The storms of August are now a distant memory. It is the waning of the Blood Moon and the tempestuous state of the Beast Moon this year is fading finally while the harvest is being collected. Sleepers arriving find no particular difficulty in actually reaching the shores for the most part, and transformations back into their natural state of being are relatively easy.
They are met by happy Trenchies and fellow Sleepers with robes of white and their bags as normal, and motioned towards the waiting tents set up along the
What is strange, however, is that when Sleepers arrive, they may find their eyes drawn to something disturbing amongst the sand. Water washes with the waves and tide, and reveals a body part! They are always prosthetics of some variety, and many are glass eyes that eerily stare at the person. They can be retrieved with some ease, though they're in bad need of cleaning. Perhaps they belong to someone in town? If not, however, asking around will get a suggestion to bring those to Koz's Orphange in Crenshaw. They have a Lost and Found there, and it is the season of finding what and who is lost. If they do, they might catch a glimpse of Koz floating mournfully through the area, and one of the children will gratefully take the item, saying that they will add it to the rest of the Lost and Found, before coming back with a photo in hand. "Here, I found this, and I think it might be yours?" The photo is, indeed, of the giver and someone from their past. Perhaps it is an actual photo taken, or one they cannot remember having been taken. Regardless, it is offered to them in a cheap wooden frame. How it got there, the orphan does not know. It was probably there when they arrived.
SEASONAL DETAILS ON THE BOARDWALK
The Boardwalk is quite the spectacle this time of year, and those who were here the prior year will remember many of the decorations and festivities. Pumpkins have been stacked on spikes lining the Boardwalk with grotesquely realistic carvings of faces decorated on them. Massive white linen has been hung in the air to look like ghosts floating back and forth against the ocean wind.
Delicious smells waft from the Boardwalk as fresh donuts, candied apples, and hot apple cider are sold at every other booth, along with complementary cornucopias given to each new Sleeper made out of bread that has fruits of all varieties but always seems to have a small jar of the favorite fruit, seed, vegetable (or even meat) of the person receiving it. If asked where it is from, the Sleepers shrug and say "The Orphans took up a collection to give a welcoming gift to new arrivals." If what is in the jar is eaten by the person given it, it will help to ease their mind and give them a calm that can last up to a week as they acclimate.
Preparations are in order for this year's Black Parade. An annual celebration, it is promoted among the excited locals as something that people can participate in. Face Painting booths and costumes are available to those who wish them, with the statement by the Trenchies, "We do it to disguise ourselves from roaming spirits and hungry beasts."
What is strange, however, is that when Sleepers arrive, they may find their eyes drawn to something disturbing amongst the sand. Water washes with the waves and tide, and reveals a body part! They are always prosthetics of some variety, and many are glass eyes that eerily stare at the person. They can be retrieved with some ease, though they're in bad need of cleaning. Perhaps they belong to someone in town? If not, however, asking around will get a suggestion to bring those to Koz's Orphange in Crenshaw. They have a Lost and Found there, and it is the season of finding what and who is lost. If they do, they might catch a glimpse of Koz floating mournfully through the area, and one of the children will gratefully take the item, saying that they will add it to the rest of the Lost and Found, before coming back with a photo in hand. "Here, I found this, and I think it might be yours?" The photo is, indeed, of the giver and someone from their past. Perhaps it is an actual photo taken, or one they cannot remember having been taken. Regardless, it is offered to them in a cheap wooden frame. How it got there, the orphan does not know. It was probably there when they arrived.
The Boardwalk is quite the spectacle this time of year, and those who were here the prior year will remember many of the decorations and festivities. Pumpkins have been stacked on spikes lining the Boardwalk with grotesquely realistic carvings of faces decorated on them. Massive white linen has been hung in the air to look like ghosts floating back and forth against the ocean wind.
Delicious smells waft from the Boardwalk as fresh donuts, candied apples, and hot apple cider are sold at every other booth, along with complementary cornucopias given to each new Sleeper made out of bread that has fruits of all varieties but always seems to have a small jar of the favorite fruit, seed, vegetable (or even meat) of the person receiving it. If asked where it is from, the Sleepers shrug and say "The Orphans took up a collection to give a welcoming gift to new arrivals." If what is in the jar is eaten by the person given it, it will help to ease their mind and give them a calm that can last up to a week as they acclimate.
Preparations are in order for this year's Black Parade. An annual celebration, it is promoted among the excited locals as something that people can participate in. Face Painting booths and costumes are available to those who wish them, with the statement by the Trenchies, "We do it to disguise ourselves from roaming spirits and hungry beasts."
WHEN: Mid October
WHERE: In Swimming distance (Barely) of the Farther Shores
CONTENT WARNINGS: Ghostly Ship & Lighthouse, Threat of Corruption, Remains of Ghastly Murder and Dismembered Corpse
WHERE: In Swimming distance (Barely) of the Farther Shores
CONTENT WARNINGS: Ghostly Ship & Lighthouse, Threat of Corruption, Remains of Ghastly Murder and Dismembered Corpse
It is by accident that your eyes chance to look towards the Farther Shores. There, you happen to see a lighthouse, but you know for certain that it cannot be the lighthouse that is normally there and manned by the fishermen. You can't usually see that from this angle. The moment that you see it, a feeling of mounting dread falls upon you, and you realize that there is no light in the lighthouse. Though the compulsion to investigate can be resisted, there is an almost overwhelming urge to go, to investigate, to re-ignite the flame before it is too late!
The question is getting out there. The fishermen, when the lighthouse is mentioned, will make warding gestures and look terrified. All will resolutely refuse to sail out, muttering incomprehensible curses and lashing their boats securely to the shore. There will be no fishing tonight. The lighthouse, from the docks and shores, is out in the water on a rocky outcrop that nobody remembers being there, though any Trenchy asked will pale at the mention. The only way to get out there is to swim. It is a hard, dangerous swim, but the tide is coming in, rather than going out, so the riptide is not pulling down. It can be done, or a raft can be hastily made. When clambering up the stone steps to the lone lighthouse, it is apparent its door is ajar. And within? Horror awaits.
The insides of the tower are caked in viscuous, green blood. The Lighthouse itself is barely standing. It looks as if a thunderous, colossal fist has battered it repeatedly, the building nearly collapsing at every step. It does not actually break apart, but those who ascend the steps find themselves fighting not to slip on old, caked and thick blood that smells of roses. The contact with the blood isn't doing anything good to the person's sanity and hallucinations of the screams of the dying can be heard, along with shrieks of "What is it?" at the top of someone's voice. An increase in corruption is possible here, though not required. The more one contacts the blood, the greater the risk is. In the top of the lighthouse, dismembered, skeletal remains lay in gobs of what may once have been flesh. One of them holds desperately a torch in their hand, and there is a lighter present. One look out into the night will see a great vessel approaching, broken, its sails tattered and ruined. there is little time, and hopefully the lighter works!
The moment the torch lights the lamp in the lighthouse, the ship veers away from a collision course that would have destroyed the lighthouse and likely the flimsy rock outcropping on which it stood. Shades of dead sailors stare in horror at those who man the lighthouse today, the ship sailing away into the night. All are pointing beyond, and if you look over your shoulder, you can barely see a collosal figure in shadow walking into the town beyond, seemingly confused and wailing. Nothing further happens, and when the people in the lighthouse reach shore again, they will find upon turning back that it is gone, as is the outcropping, though a close inspection does see the remains of a shallow of stone there where the island once stood.
Note: The Ghost ship cannot be interacted with. If someone has the ability to reach it, they will pass through it only to realize it is nothing more than a memory in the land. Fragments of rotted wood and broken masonry can be found in the water below, covered in countless barnacles. Nothing within them shows any proof of what once transpired. There is a risk of corruption from blood exposure, though this is very much up to the players if they wish to incorporate it.
No Trenchy will willingly speak of what transpired, though a careful investigation at the Pale Sanctuary may find a tome among the sacred texts associated with Cloverfield. Reading from it, one might find a forgotten marking that the first sighting of Cloverfield, long ago, saw the collapse of the original lighthouse. No Disciple recalls the incident, and none will speak of it.
The question is getting out there. The fishermen, when the lighthouse is mentioned, will make warding gestures and look terrified. All will resolutely refuse to sail out, muttering incomprehensible curses and lashing their boats securely to the shore. There will be no fishing tonight. The lighthouse, from the docks and shores, is out in the water on a rocky outcrop that nobody remembers being there, though any Trenchy asked will pale at the mention. The only way to get out there is to swim. It is a hard, dangerous swim, but the tide is coming in, rather than going out, so the riptide is not pulling down. It can be done, or a raft can be hastily made. When clambering up the stone steps to the lone lighthouse, it is apparent its door is ajar. And within? Horror awaits.
The insides of the tower are caked in viscuous, green blood. The Lighthouse itself is barely standing. It looks as if a thunderous, colossal fist has battered it repeatedly, the building nearly collapsing at every step. It does not actually break apart, but those who ascend the steps find themselves fighting not to slip on old, caked and thick blood that smells of roses. The contact with the blood isn't doing anything good to the person's sanity and hallucinations of the screams of the dying can be heard, along with shrieks of "What is it?" at the top of someone's voice. An increase in corruption is possible here, though not required. The more one contacts the blood, the greater the risk is. In the top of the lighthouse, dismembered, skeletal remains lay in gobs of what may once have been flesh. One of them holds desperately a torch in their hand, and there is a lighter present. One look out into the night will see a great vessel approaching, broken, its sails tattered and ruined. there is little time, and hopefully the lighter works!
The moment the torch lights the lamp in the lighthouse, the ship veers away from a collision course that would have destroyed the lighthouse and likely the flimsy rock outcropping on which it stood. Shades of dead sailors stare in horror at those who man the lighthouse today, the ship sailing away into the night. All are pointing beyond, and if you look over your shoulder, you can barely see a collosal figure in shadow walking into the town beyond, seemingly confused and wailing. Nothing further happens, and when the people in the lighthouse reach shore again, they will find upon turning back that it is gone, as is the outcropping, though a close inspection does see the remains of a shallow of stone there where the island once stood.
Note: The Ghost ship cannot be interacted with. If someone has the ability to reach it, they will pass through it only to realize it is nothing more than a memory in the land. Fragments of rotted wood and broken masonry can be found in the water below, covered in countless barnacles. Nothing within them shows any proof of what once transpired. There is a risk of corruption from blood exposure, though this is very much up to the players if they wish to incorporate it.
No Trenchy will willingly speak of what transpired, though a careful investigation at the Pale Sanctuary may find a tome among the sacred texts associated with Cloverfield. Reading from it, one might find a forgotten marking that the first sighting of Cloverfield, long ago, saw the collapse of the original lighthouse. No Disciple recalls the incident, and none will speak of it.
WHEN: Anytime in October
WHERE: At the frindges of the main districts
CONTENT WARNINGS: demonic bugs, Bug Horror, Grotesque death, Self mutilation, Bug Infestation
WHERE: At the frindges of the main districts
CONTENT WARNINGS: demonic bugs, Bug Horror, Grotesque death, Self mutilation, Bug Infestation
The first thing that alerts you to the danger is the screams. They are agonizing, gut-wrenching and full of naked horror. When traveling near the edge of any of the districts, particularly the Crenshaw district, it is possible at times to witness a truly horrifying sight. The screams, if investigated, come upon the grisly attack of a horde of not exactly wasps but closer to demonic insects swarming over a person. They shriek, their whole form shrouded by the terrible creatures as they're being stun and the things seem to be extruding some sort of substance to cocoon them while still alive to one of the trees. There is no cry for help, as the person is clearly unaware of who is there, but do you reach out to save them?
If you do not, the scene is horrific and grisly beyond reckoning. The wasps trap the hapless victim against a tree, grafting the extruded paper all over their screaming visage to form a new wasp nest before they ultimately begin crawling inside of them, devouring them from the inside out and implanting their eggs in the new 'home' created for them. It is at this time that the palpable danger may dawn upon you. The infernal bugs have not yet seen you, but they seem to be aware that there is other life around. Do you take this moment to try and beat a hasty retreat, or do you fight it out with the bugs? They can be destroyed, but only by means of abilities and powers that destroy multiples at once, such as great gouts of flame. Hopefully you have a coldblood present! Fleeing them is easier, but can you leave this person to their fate? Still, if instead you observe and take no action, eventually the bugs seem to notice you, and though they swarm near, as long as they are not attacked, they seem to do nothing.
Strange.
If, however, you try to save the victim, a very different scene plays out. The same rules apply to fight the swarm, and if you stop them short of killing their victim, you will see just who it is that you have saved. There, mutilated through self scarification and brutally altered in horrible ways that seem almost fetishistic, is one of the blood crazed zealots. Despite being weakened and badly injured, they lash out at you, their defender. The power that they wield with their blood is incredible, and they demonstrate an ability to wield it that is well documented. The only note is that no Cold-blooded Zealots are present, and so their powers are not represented this time. However, they are drained and though they pose a threat to your life, they can be killed here with a bit of care, can be resisted with great difficulty and certainly be escaped. Either way, there is no true reward for having killed them other than knowing that you have done so. Why are they here? Alone?
It is almost as if they were an advance scout, and the wasps were someone's defense against them, someone's early warning.
If you do not, the scene is horrific and grisly beyond reckoning. The wasps trap the hapless victim against a tree, grafting the extruded paper all over their screaming visage to form a new wasp nest before they ultimately begin crawling inside of them, devouring them from the inside out and implanting their eggs in the new 'home' created for them. It is at this time that the palpable danger may dawn upon you. The infernal bugs have not yet seen you, but they seem to be aware that there is other life around. Do you take this moment to try and beat a hasty retreat, or do you fight it out with the bugs? They can be destroyed, but only by means of abilities and powers that destroy multiples at once, such as great gouts of flame. Hopefully you have a coldblood present! Fleeing them is easier, but can you leave this person to their fate? Still, if instead you observe and take no action, eventually the bugs seem to notice you, and though they swarm near, as long as they are not attacked, they seem to do nothing.
Strange.
If, however, you try to save the victim, a very different scene plays out. The same rules apply to fight the swarm, and if you stop them short of killing their victim, you will see just who it is that you have saved. There, mutilated through self scarification and brutally altered in horrible ways that seem almost fetishistic, is one of the blood crazed zealots. Despite being weakened and badly injured, they lash out at you, their defender. The power that they wield with their blood is incredible, and they demonstrate an ability to wield it that is well documented. The only note is that no Cold-blooded Zealots are present, and so their powers are not represented this time. However, they are drained and though they pose a threat to your life, they can be killed here with a bit of care, can be resisted with great difficulty and certainly be escaped. Either way, there is no true reward for having killed them other than knowing that you have done so. Why are they here? Alone?
It is almost as if they were an advance scout, and the wasps were someone's defense against them, someone's early warning.
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[ he does like that. so he just... sits there, with her hand in his hair and his head on her shoulder and nothing more than that implied. nothing more whatsoever. no matter how much it should say something, it doesn't, and they can both pretend it isn't there. ]
...you're really not gonna be able to corrupt me as much as you think. [ he sounds polite about it, at least. ] I mean, there's a lot of stuff I haven't done. But I already told you. I was probably going to be the devil. I mean... I was the only one it could be. You know? But... Thanks, anyway.
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I'm not trying to corrupt you. Really. This place has a habit of making beasts out of people all on its own. [maybe she should have been more up front about that to begin with.] It doesn't need any help from the devil. I transformed into a giant raven a few months ago and the devil didn't have anything to do with it.
[she's certain of that. hopefully he won't have any follow-up questions, but she wouldn't be that lucky. as long as it's about beasthood in general, she'll be fine with it.]
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[ that... okay, that is pretty cool? that sounds devil as hell, even if anna's insisting it wasn't. ]
...was it cool? Being a bird, I mean.
[ she's getting a follow-up question, alright. just... maybe not the one she's expecting? ]
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I asked a god to turn me into a raven so I could try to kill a different god. I wish I could say it was cool, but I still feel so... sick in my stomach, thinking about all of it. It wasn't my proudest moment. And it didn't work.
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[ what else is there to say to that? it wasn't something good. it wasn't something happy. anna tried to kill someone, and she gave up something to do that, and it's still hurting her now. ]
...we don't have to talk about it, then. [ as simple as that. ] We can just... talk about something else.
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Thought you'd have a little more to tell me about deicide, but... [she runs a hand through her hair and lets it all fall in a mess.] I guess I'm just saying, like. Enough things happened where I thought that that was the only choice I could make, you know? Even though it wasn't. This place has a way of getting inside your head.
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[ a bit of anna's hair drifts across his cheek. he stays in his position on her shoulder. ]
I don't even really know if deicide... makes sense. Like. "The devil is only the shadow of man cast by the light of god." Would the devil still exist? Would we?
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[she doesn't know any smarter or better way to say it. she's never been too big on philosophy, or maybe she's just never known the right words. it's fine.]
You already know I'm gonna say that I think we can get by just fine without capital-g God. I guess I've just never had any reason to think about any other parts of that equation. It all probably depends on how much you think the devil's in this to piss off god versus how much he's in this for fun. [she looks out past both of them, like she's lazily staring at an invisible camera, and scoffs at herself.] That's stupid.
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[ anna's other thoughts... they grab venus's attention for a reason he can't quite put into words. he thinks in silence for a moment before responding. ]
...I don't think the devil's here to piss off God. Maybe that's how God looks at it, I guess? But for something to be opposed to God, it needs to stand for something. Right? I don't really get what, but...
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Freedom. [that, instead, comes out with some ease.] If god's world is... I don't know, defined by everybody following all of his rules no matter what, and if you break them then you don't get to go to heaven... [maybe she's treading too close to things, but the words are coming now anyway.] And if all of god's rules are based on making sure everybody is free of whatever he thinks is sin, then, like. I figure the devil stands for everything else. Stuff like murder and adultery, yeah, but also, like... being gay. Being trans. Women having sex for fun. All the things that people plaster on signs saying that god hates.
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[ it's the only thing that makes sense. if god is structure, the devil is freedom. she keeps talking about what god might be, and the thing is, she's not wrong. god can forgive all sins, of course, but you have to repent, and that means forcing yourself to not be any of that. gay, a woman that has sex for fun, or... ]
"Trans?"
[ oh. oh god. this sweet summer child. ]
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Yeah. It's short for "transgender", and it's basically, like... god, this is not how I should be talking about it, but it's the idea of you being born in the wrong body, I guess. In the simplest way. [she fidgets with the edge of her jacket.]
Like, if you were born a boy and your whole life everyone's told you you're a boy, but there's something about it that never felt right. Like maybe you never really felt like a boy, and maybe you feel like a girl instead. Or something in between girl and boy. [she wishes she hadn't snuffed her cigarette.] Gender gets messy, and that's normal.
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[ like you were born a boy and your whole life everyone's told you you're a boy, but there's something about it that never felt right.
the lights are around him, so tantalizingly close. maybe anna can see one or two, distantly, from the corner of her eye. but he doesn't reach out yet. ]
...so it's different from, uh. Drag queens? Is that the right word?
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[she pauses for a moment as she realizes she threw something else there that venus should know.]
Cis is "cisgender", which is just the opposite of trans. For people who don't have that disconnect. And me... I mean, there's a lot of things going on with me inside that make me complicated. [another scoff directed at herself. so far venus seems to be listening to her blather, at least, which is a good sign. she's too caught up in her own bullshit to notice much of anything else for the moment.] I feel dumb saying it, but it feels like my whole shit is way too complex to be broken down into just "cis girl".
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[ something he has no ideas about. still, he politely asks after a moment's silence: ]
Would you, um... Would you want me to call you something else?
[ it seems liek the right thing to ask. he's pretty sure, at least. ]
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[man. this is definitely the shit she understands the least well. but she owes it to basically everyone she knows who fits in this umbrella to say something about it. she points up at the sky, the colors starting to change off in the distance.]
Think of gender like the sky, right? Over here, it's still all the way blue. Over there, it's, like, totally orange. And there's all these other different colors in between. If I had to pick a gender, it would be somewhere in the middle here. [this is a stupid metaphor. all of it is. but, like, what else can she do?] It's called non-binary, 'cause it's somewhere in the middle of boy and girl. I think it's still trans? But like. Again, I am not the person you wanna talk to about that.
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[ look. he's trying, okay. he's really trying. ]
Non-binary. Okay. Um, I think... I get it, maybe?
[ he does not. but he's trying real hard. ]
Should I... um. What should I try to. [ a beat. ] Hhhhim? Her?
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No, nope, no thanks. [and recovers.] No, sorry, I think I'm still like... I think I'm still down with "she/her" as my pronouns. [that part, she gets.] I think I'm mostly on the girl side of things. Just... girl but a little bit to the left. Or something.
I mean. [big sigh.] I know I'm not supposed to boil it down to the shit under your clothes, but all the parts I've got are either robotic or blew off in the war, so there's people out there who ain't ever gonna see me like a girl all the way anyway.
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[ so, not a girl, but mostly a girl? that's... maybe he gets it. he's really not sure, and the part she says after that really doesn't help matters. he says, tentatively, after a moment of going over it and breathing in cigarette smoke to make sure doesn't get it wrong: ]
But... I mean. Does that really matter? [ he hesitates again, though shorter this time, and continues. ] I don't think it should. I mean, maybe it does. I'm not... a robotm or a girl, or- or cool, or smart about this kind of stuff. But it feels like that should be up to you. Not someone who'd say something gross like that.
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It's your own choice. You take a while to look at yourself, and you figure out what's right for you. Nobody else has the right to tell you any different. And it can just happen, like... whenever. [another vice break in her speech, one that she doesn't bother filling with anything. she has no other vices except the sound of her own voice right now anyway.] I mean, shit, kid, I'm 30 and I didn't realize I could have some gender stuff going on until a couple months ago. Sneaks up on you when you least expect it.
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[ oh god. that came out. so loud? shit. fuck. um. ]
Oh my god I'm so sorry.
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That's me. Born in the recently reunified Bundesrepublik Deutschland in 1992. Why's that such a big deal? How old did you think I was?
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[ he is eighteen, okay! and not even like "almost nineteen!!" ]
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What's the matter, Venus? Afraid I might punish you?
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[ a beat. wait. actually- ]
Also, why are you allowed to flirt with me???
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