Cosmographia Monster/Event Journal ([personal profile] stigematize) wrote in [community profile] cosmoooc2015-03-22 10:30 am
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TEST DRIVE

Maybe you've been here for a while, or maybe you just got here. Either way, you're all in the same situation - you've been turned into a magical gemstone and stranded in a foreign world! And all you've been left with is the clothes on your back, stripped of all powers except one.

Clearly, you’ll just have to make the best of it.

How this works:

☆ This is a test drive for [community profile] cosmographia, which means you should get a little familiar with the setting and premise.

☆ Otherwise, this is just meant to help you feel out how you may play and serves mainly as a chill interest gathering and get together kind of post! No app necessary, and you don't need to play in this post to apply - or vice versa.

☆ Everybody is welcome! There are no character limitations; pg au oc canon pigeon whatever. Just toss up a topcomment and/or jump any threads that pique your interest.

☆ Rules-wise: Be cool to yourself and others, and keep in mind the other game rules too.

☆ If you do apply to the game and are accepted, and you want to keep the CR, you may so long as what you did isn't setting breaking and everyone involved agrees.


YOUR OPTIONS:

☆ You find yourself in the Heart of a ruined temple. There is a large glowing gem that thrums with some kind of rhythm, and jewels scattered all over the room, kept in strange bubbles. At the very least, touching the large gem will give you a standard info-dump, but some of you might be a little cautious about touching weird luminescent gems. Good thing that there are other people there too!

☆ Or perhaps you already know everything there is to know, and are there in the Heart of the Ruined Temple to greet new arrivals. Or perhaps you simply had business there already, like storing away a corrupted gem from a monster, when someone new seemingly dropped in from no where.

☆ It's Farmer's Market day in the plaza of Waverly Bay! Perhaps you're there perusing the goods and strike up conversation, or accidentally bump into someone and get to know them that way. It's a fairly standard day.

☆ There's an event! You don't really know what else to call them - missions, perhaps? But something in the temple was triggered, and the glowy Heart gem has something new to "tell" you: If you want a new power, you should try telling other people two truths and a lie. Those who you interact with must try and divine the lie from your statements.

You have no idea how something this simple will get you a power, but hey.
eudemonics: (Default)

[personal profile] eudemonics 2015-05-15 12:22 pm (UTC)(link)
In theory?

[ her smile falters a little for the first time and she quirks an eyebrow ]

There might be side effects?
digitalorunknown: (hurt - fallen)

[personal profile] digitalorunknown 2015-05-15 12:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[Might be. Just a little bit. He wiggles away as soon as he can, though.

And heaves a sigh, because man if that's his weapon he has no idea what he's supposed to do with it. Except maybe shoot it out of his back like an oversized harpoon. That seems a little dangerous, though.]


...Why is it like that...?
forpscience: (003)

[personal profile] forpscience 2015-05-15 12:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Well... yes, potentially.

[Damn it, why do people always ask followup questions?]

It could very well be that the Heart has set up defenses for this sort of thing and will activate them once someone looks too closely at the link, which may end up frying your mind. Assuming that it doesn't just kill you.

Or the physiological differences between different dimensions may mean that your mind isn't built to withstand such probing in the first place anyway, which again may result in your mind being destroyed in the process.

[...Okay, this is sounding kind of bad. He'll just put on his reassuring counselor voice.]

But the odds of that are very low. I'd put them at ten... fifteen... maybe twenty percent. Maximum.

[...]

Twenty-five at the very most.
digitalorunknown: (neutral - surprise)

[personal profile] digitalorunknown 2015-05-15 12:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[Dorumon freezes where he's scrabbling at the handle and kicking uselessly at the air, staring at Sasha.]

...It's stuck. [By way of explanation. This is his, and he's having some trouble.]
forpscience: (003)

[personal profile] forpscience 2015-05-15 12:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes, I see that.

[It's... kind of hard to miss.]

Do you require assistance?
poetryandclarinet: (﹣ Pᴇʀᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ sᴀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴏʀᴇ.)

only if you dont mind me replying late ;w;

[personal profile] poetryandclarinet 2015-05-15 07:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[There is a nice, balanced mix of emotions when Wirt finds Greg in the temple. Happiness, relief for seeing him unhurt and relatively okay. But also exhaustion, and slight panic watching him go near that giant creepy gem in the middle. But it just wouldn't be right if Greg didn't do something to bother Wirt in some way.

Anyway, Wirt's just going to take a few cautious steps towards the boy, his voice stern and worried as he speaks.]


Greg, what are you doing? G-get away from that thing - we don't know what it does!
digitalorunknown: (4)

[personal profile] digitalorunknown 2015-05-15 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[...He thinks about that for a moment. Yeah, he's probably not going to be able to get it down by himself...bbbbut it's kind of useless if anyone else lifts it, because it's his weapon and he still needs to be able to...swing it around.]

I...don't think so. It's no good if I can't lift it-

[-WHOA shit okay slipping, he's going to let go before he actually falls. Dorumon lands on his feet with a grunt and shakes his head.]
offshoreigner: (smile- every song that i've ever loved)

[personal profile] offshoreigner 2015-05-16 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
[Rubbing the fur and sand out of her face, she at least thanks her lucky stars that none of it goes into her eyes. That would be hell. Kongou shakes her head left and right violently, sand going everywhere, like water from a wet puppy.]

Aww, don't be sad! [Kongou keeps her optimism up, and pets Dorumon on the head.] Like Winston Churchill said, "Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts." So just keep it up, and you'll be able to lift it one day!

[lift it, maybe... who said anything about using it effectively]
digitalorunknown: (neg - annoyed)

[personal profile] digitalorunknown 2015-05-16 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
[The wise words of Winston Churchill inspire the small dinosaur, but simple physics are hard to argue.

His ears twitch when she touches his head.]


Do you have one? [He's talking about wepons. A lot of people can pull something out of their gem, it seems, but he's never seen one quite as unmanageable as his.]
offshoreigner: (happy- with windows down and we danced)

[personal profile] offshoreigner 2015-05-16 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
[She sure does!! Tapping the bloodstone on her shoulder which is literally her, she pulls her sleeve down. She... doesn't exactly know what he's referring to, but yes, she totally has one--]

Oh, watch this!

[Kongou looks to the seas, before extending her hand, and DID SHE JUST SHOOT A LASER BEAM ACROSS THE OCEAN

JESUS

IT'S KINDA LIKE FIRING FROM A WARSHIP BUT NOT REALLY

No physical weapons, though.]
It's a bit hard to control, though. [muffled sounds of something screaming in the distance, what did she set fire to...]
digitalorunknown: (7)

[personal profile] digitalorunknown 2015-05-16 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh, it's like MetalGarurumon but

oh

uh


huh.]


Oh. [...He stands on his tiptoes, trying to peer out to...wherever it went. His ears are folded back against his head.] ...Careful with that.
offshoreigner: (action- catchall x 2)

[personal profile] offshoreigner 2015-05-16 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ye...ah

She seems to be pretty chill with the fact that she can shoot lasers out of her hands, though. Kongou just waves offhandedly at Dorumon.]
Problem nothing! [WHAT KIND OF SHITTY NOT-ENGLISH IS THAT... it's like she tried saying something in one language, and switched to another. And the gems are confused.]

Sometimes, I shoot it out of nowhere when I'm surprised, but I'm getting better at preventing unintentional discharge.

[this girl is a safety hazard]

What other kind of powers do you have?
digitalorunknown: (3)

[personal profile] digitalorunknown 2015-05-16 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh god.

Dorumon tries to shake the image of disaster from his head.]


I can make this...and I can speak to computers. [That was how someone described it when he did it and that's what he's going with because the whole situation doesn't make too much sense to him.] A computer ran my world, so it's easy for me.
offshoreigner: (surprise- do you remember when we drove)

[personal profile] offshoreigner 2015-05-16 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
[He can talk to computers. Maybe in another world, there would be question marks appearing in Kongou's eyes. Perhaps not figuratively. But she's a literal talking warship, which means that her ability to suspend disbelief is directly proportional to how much shit she gets everyone into, every day.

Which is a lot, both here and back home, so!]


Ohhh, really? What do they say? [As mentioned, she's a talking warship, so this would be of interest to her.] Are they like the computers that run your world?
digitalorunknown: (neutral - conversation)

[personal profile] digitalorunknown 2015-05-16 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
N-no. [hahahahah nnnnno.] They're...smaller. And they're always really busy. They're always thinking about what they need to do.

[That's honestly the best way he can describe it. It's not like he ever interfaced with Yggdrasil that way, so he doesn't really have a point of comparison, but it's safe to say that they're nothing like the host.

THANKS DAD]


I think they like being talked to. As long as you're polite, they'll do whatever they can to help you.
offshoreigner: (confusion- and we danced)

[personal profile] offshoreigner 2015-05-16 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
Hmm... computers do all the work for us, right?

[Kongou taps her chin, as if deep in thought.] Ohh, I know! If you can talk to computers, you can talk to robots, right? [Why robots. What is she suggesting.]

Maybe, the computers can help to program a robot to lift up your weapon for you! And then, baaam!

[That's a fucking terrible idea, not even considering the logistics and realism of bringing a robot into a fight.]
burningbrighter: (Default)

[personal profile] burningbrighter 2015-05-16 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
The people will be happy however you choose to help. They're pretty easy that way.
4thdimensional: (see you in the future)

[personal profile] 4thdimensional 2015-05-16 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
[He has to laugh at that]

That's exactly right, but my friends call me Doc.
things_we_dread: or i was a dream (or i was a dream)

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[personal profile] things_we_dread 2015-05-16 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
[Ultron must really be missing Wanda, because for a nanosecond he mistakes the young woman for her; the fact that they're in a temple, not too unlike where he had first met Wanda, probably doesn't help. Nor his private wondering if maybe she would be taken to this place too.]

[But the eight foot tall robot had already stepped forward, closer to her; he blinked too late, realized his mistake, but he was already too close. And close enough to see--]

What are you--?

[Oh, right, crying. Those were tears.]

[Ultron tilted his head, curious and peering at the human woman more closely.]

Are you injured?

[Human tears were a possible symptom of physical harm...right? Right. He's pretty certain.]
Edited 2015-05-16 04:40 (UTC)
didntgetdadslooks: (all-purpose shot)

[personal profile] didntgetdadslooks 2015-05-16 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
I hope so. It'll be nice, helping people for once. Well, people who aren't Jack.
didntgetdadslooks: (... me.)

[personal profile] didntgetdadslooks 2015-05-16 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
[She wipes the tears away and looks at the... robot? Okay, sure. She knows robots.]

No. The opposite, actually. I... I'm free.
digitalorunknown: (neutral - tentative)

[personal profile] digitalorunknown 2015-05-16 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
[...He's trying to piece together that train of logic. When you go from a completely digital world to a completely organic one, sometimes it's hard to remember what does and doesn't have to do with computers. What's a "robot", again...?]

I don't think that'll work. [Flat-out.] It doesn't seem right to let someone else use it.
things_we_dread: tangled in strings (tangled in strings)

[personal profile] things_we_dread 2015-05-16 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
[...And boy, he can relate to that.]

That's...good. [Voice is a little startled; he hadn't been expecting that answer, or its effect on him. Then his voice softens slightly.] Really good.

[But wait, she's still--his brow furrows a little, still baffled.]

Then why...why would being free make you do--

[He gestured to his own eyes.]

--that?

[He was trying to recall--crying could be from harm, from negative emotion, negativity in general--only that, right? What other reason was there to cry?]
offshoreigner: (tch- confessed to you riding shotgun)

[personal profile] offshoreigner 2015-05-16 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
[Kongou deflates for a moment, before going back to tapping her chin.] Alright, then maybe... you can try shrinking it! Or modernizing it!

[She means try to refine the giant halberd-thing to a more realistic and manageable size.]

Think of trying to make it small enough to hold, first!
digitalorunknown: (7)

[personal profile] digitalorunknown 2015-05-16 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
[That is...a good idea, actually. He can alter that room; he should be able to alter this weapon, right? When he thinks of the Ouryuken, he remembers it being big enough for Alphamon to wield, but that doesn't have to be the case.

Dorumon nods and closes his eyes. His gem is an orb set between his shoulder blades, black flecked with gold, and the light that emerges from it when he focuses is gold too, stretching into shape.

...And then, with a sound like a guitar string snapping but duller, the (admittedly a little smaller) Ouryuken breaks free of Dorumon and hurtles, spinning, into the air.

What goes up, must come down. Dorumon looks up frantically, squawks, and tugs Kongou along with him as he bolts.]