TEST DRIVE

[stigematize]

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 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.

Comments

Agent Georgia (Freelancer AU!Sarge) | Red Vs. Blue

[georgiareds]

[(Something a little different from most multiple options, but I'm trying to decide on a canon point. I'm not going to bore anybody with all the details but basically Option One is pre-memory loss, and Option Two is post-memory loss/closer to canon Sarge.)]

Option One:
Up and at 'em, soldier! [The gruff, southern-accented voice greeting the new arrival is friendly and good-humored, even though it's echoing out from behind a reflective visor.]

Hangin' in there? It can be kind of rough squeezing through them holes. [The man is covered in scarlet red armor from head to boot, although his posture standing over the new arrival is far from threatening, and he offers a hand to help them up. He has the air of somebody who's been there a while, although whoever decided to send out the man in a tin can as part of the welcoming committee might want to get their head checked.]

Option Two:
[He'd been out on patrol in the warthog when he saw it, a hole in the side of the canyon. That wasn't weird - there were ways in and out of the canyon other than the teleporters, after all. But what was weird was the way it had called out to him. He managed to resist, but his next patrol brought him closer, and the one after that closer still.

He'd left the warthog in no man's land, disembarking as if in a trance and slotting his armor-clad body into the hole that seemed to draw him in.

When he came out on the other side he felt different, like he'd been taken apart and put back together.] ...huh. Must be how Simmons 2.0 felt.

Hey! You there! What in the name of sam hill is this place?

two because reasons

[wannatouchmyrock]

[oh no someone is asking him a question why are they asking him a question how does one answer this question because he doesn't know the answer to this question uh uh uh.]

S-sorry, I don't . . . know . . .

[georgiareds]

[The armored newcomer looks over the boy critically.] ...Hmph. A civilian. Any idea where I can find somebody who does know, son?

[wannatouchmyrock]

[vague gesture toward ye old heart rock.]

Someone said if you touch the rock, it tells you things? It might know . . .

[georgiareds]

What, like some kind of radio signal?

...Can't say it's the weirdest thing I've ever heard of.

touches ur butt

[colorblond]

[Sister lifts her head at the familiar voice, squinting up through her tinted visor. It takes a few second for the cogs to align because all these grey guys still look alike to her but there's really no mistaking that voice.

Especially since the only other guy you've been stuck with for months (not counting the cop) only speaks Spanish.]

Sergeant? What the hell're you doing in blue base? It's not even a rave night.

do i know u

[georgiareds]

Sergeant? [Georgia crouches down next to the yellow-armored girl, forearms clacking against his knees.]

Missy, I think you must've hit your head in that tunnel. You sure you're doin' alright?

no not at all

[colorblond]

Uhhh, no? [Sister pushes herself up onto her knees, the perplexed frown on her face hidden by her helmet but clear in her voice.] You're the one who's acting weird. We've been talking like 30 seconds and you haven't called me a dirty blue or anything yet.

[georgiareds]

[...........

But her armor is...]

I'm thinkin' you've got me confused with somebody else, little lady.

[colorblond]

Are you sure? 'Cause you kinda sound exactly like him and your armour is, like, the exact same shade of grey.

uh option 2 i guess

[championless]

[ Hawke is just. Staring at that armour. What is that. It's not like any armor she's seen before. ]
. . .
[ Nope, gotta seem tough. A little smirk. ]
It's Waverly Bay. Welcome to imprisonment.

[georgiareds]

[Oh great. Awesome. Best day ever.

Behind the reflective visor, his lips tug down into a scowl.]

Imprisonment? Well isn't that just fine and dandy! Any idea where I can find the warden of this place? This has got to be some kind of mistake.

[championless]

No wardens here, I'm afraid. Of any colour.
[ She thinks she's making a good joke I swear. ]
Only thing ruling us is a hunk of rock.

[georgiareds]

Any color?

[He gives her a look at that, not that she'd be able to notice since his face isn't visible through his visor.]

Hmph. Can't say I've heard of a hunk of rock making any kind of good guard, but I've probably heard weirder...

You said this place was called Waverly Bay?

2

[terrificathlete]

[ Have here, have Homestar! He's some kinda weird armless whitey walking around munching on a bag of marshmallows. When he sees the new arrival, he talks, still chewing on entire mouthfuls of the gooey treat as he speaks. ]

What's Sam Hill gotta do with it? I don't see nothin' with his name on it!

[georgiareds]

[There's just a beat of silence as the blank expression of the helmet stares.]

...You're none too bright, are you, kid?

[terrificathlete]

Nope! Mawzipan always told me I was kind of a dim "light-ed bulb".

[ He continues to be cheerfully oblivious with every word choice. Of course. Sorry if you were hoping for rational conversation. ]

So, you came out of one of those holes too, Mr. Armor Guy? That's cool, that's cool. Happens to everybody.

[georgiareds]

[...He never thought the day would come where he missed Grif, but here it is.

You know, come to think of it, it has been a while since he's dealt with someone who was about as gifted as an empty tube of toothpaste.]

You mean to tell me that everybody stationed here got here through one of these holes?

2 because ilu

[aiwhisperer]

[The person in the temple Sarge calls out to should be familiar, massively tall blue armour and all. He turns quickly, posture stiff until he spots that red armour and he visibly relaxes just a bit.

...Waverly Bay. I haven't been able to figure out exact coordinates or planetary details yet.

[...He sure sounds like Caboose but it's questionable if Caboose is capable of making such complete, coherent sentences.]

I laughed too hard to be sorry

[georgiareds]

[Rrrgh. Reluctant as he was to get help from a dirty blue, nobody else here seemed like they knew what the sam hill was going on either.

And at least he could more likely than not pull rank over somebody in standard-issue blue.

It's been a while since his last encounter with Blood Gulch's own true blue idiot (HA!), but even still there's something familiar about the incredibly tall figure.

He stops dead still when the not-so-stranger speaks. Clearly there is only one reasonable explanation for this.]

Holy macaroni! That blasted hole must have somehow sent me to an alternate dimension, and now I'm stuck here and have to learn the ways of the opposite-people!

oh my god

[aiwhisperer]

[...of all the things he expected to come out of Georgia's mouth that isn't one of them.]

Ex...cuse me?

[georgiareds]

[The tall soldier's reaction does bring Sarge's train of panic to a brief stop for refueling.]

...You are Caboose, right? Not some kind of eeevil doppelganger sent to sow chaos and discord wherever you go!

[ctrl_fu]

[Oh, Agent Georgia, you have the esteemed privlege of finding this newcomer not trying to get his barrings in these sudden new surroundings, trying to touch strange floating gems or even looking for someone to answer his questions. No, this dear cinnamon bun clad head-to-toe in blue armour is building a sandcastle.

Right there on the floor of the temple.

Have fun.]

Mr. Sergant! You found the beach hole too!

why you gotta double fist me in the feelings

[georgiareds]

[It's been far too long since Georgia saw somebody else in armor, and when he initially spots the familiar giant in blue armor he breathes a sigh of relief. Even the sandcastle isn't too much of a red flag, since Alaska's interests were always of a more creative and occasionally childish bent.

...The words, however, take a minute to register.]

I- ...Come again?

[ctrl_fu]

The beach hole! In the temple! I needed the bathroom but I found a hole that looked like me instead. Sooo I looked around for a while because I thought a new me might have grown out of it that I could make my friend but I couldn't find him so I thought I'd climb inside to see if he might've gotten stuck and now I'm here!

[Alaska may have had a childish streak to him but good lord, what happened to this child?]

Do you want to help me build the wrapping paper room?