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.
justbecawsican: (nerdy guy plus guitar)

[personal profile] justbecawsican 2015-03-27 07:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[No sucker he. He's been casing the market--not really to steal anything but, hey, let's see if there's anything worth buying. So far, not a whole lot has caught his eye.

Maybe it's the flash of the pyrite in her hand, or maybe it really is her playing. Hard to say, because he hasn't said or done anything yet, but Bran strolls over, taking his sweet time.

Really, it makes him miss his own instrument. He hasn't bothered to look for a guitar in town, yet. Eating takes precedence, of course. Still.

He gives the woman an upnod, chin lifting, before he leans down and drops all the coins he had in his pockets into the box she's set out.]

You're pretty good.
hairsay: (Neutral - Smug)

[personal profile] hairsay 2015-03-27 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Jo doesn't notice the man until he's right up standing in front of her, but when he does, she quirks a tight-lipped grin at him, briefly glimpsing coins raining down.

"You got any songs?" she asks, loosening up a little and allowing the picking of the point of her palm to idle as the one she'd been furiously concentrating over came to an end.
justbecawsican: (dorkier days)

[personal profile] justbecawsican 2015-03-27 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Some. [This is admitted through his teeth. He's not exactly shy about it, is Bran, but secrets are hard to pry out of him at the best of times. And this is not one of those, really.]

Never played on a banjo before, but I can't think it'd be that different. [Then again it might be, but, well, that's arrogance for you.]

I wouldn't mind borrowing her, but I wouldn't blame you for not wanting to give her up, either. Not that I'd make off with your instrument. [He has more respect for himself, her, AND her banjo than to do that, really.]