Cosmographia Monster/Event Journal ([personal profile] stigematize) wrote in [community profile] cosmoooc2015-09-28 11:25 pm
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TEST DRIVE - Part 3

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.

☆ This post will remain open until it begins to approach 5000 comments! Then a new test-drive post will be made.

☆ 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.
samsa: (Bashful □ hahaha whaaaat was that)

[personal profile] samsa 2015-12-23 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
You too. Komasan...

[Hm. Komasan-san sounds like a mouthful, but youkai or not, he needs to be polite at least. Especially since he beaned the poor guy with so many fruits just now.]

...can I call you Koma-san for short?
crabmunicator: (037)

Karkat Vantas | Homestuck | Bloodstone

[personal profile] crabmunicator 2015-12-23 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
A. The Heart of the Temple

Oh sweet globe tickling hell.

[That's the sound oddly specific phrase Karkat makes now that he's climbed off the floor to look around at where exactly he is. This is weird. This is really weird. He remembers going down a hole, but where is this? This isn't the Land of Quartz and Melody, is it?]

Aradia? Oh my god, Aradia, please be here, I am entirely too new to being dead and I don't need a giant, glowing bloodpusher to be my introduction to the experience. And while we're at it can we talk about the being dead thing? Because I do not want to be dead. I need to not be dead like right now, and maybe you know someone who I could talk to who could undo the whole getting stabbed and dumped in lava thing and--

[He's papping at his chest, right to left, over the holes cut through the circles of the sign on his shirt, which fortunately don't have wounds behind them. But the hole on the left? There's something hard behind it, and his palm hits it. He looks down to see a teardrop-shaped gem through the cut in the fabric, which is quite attached to his skin.]

What the fuck?

B. The Farmer's Market

[So you know the whole thing about gems and powers and those going together? Karkat doesn't. Or maybe he does by now, explained by some kind, patient soul to him, but it doesn't mean he knows a damn thing about what's going on now.]

[Which is, namely, that his hands are on fire. Not bad fire. Just a little, like, small bursts of flames over his palms. Which are flailing kind of everywhere.]

[Karkat can look at the goods these kind farmers are selling later, because right now--]


Oh god oh god oh god oh god, I'm on fire, FUCK.

[--he's running through, as if bolting around fast enough is the key to escaping the flames. They aren't even burning him, but like hell he can focus enough to keep that in mind. At this rate he's likely to run into someone.]
Edited 2015-12-23 23:00 (UTC)
0hyes: (uh can you not)

[personal profile] 0hyes 2015-12-23 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[For a long time, there's silence. Uncomfortable silence. Mettaton lets out a robotic cough. This thing is actually expecting the gem to answer him, isn't he?

Finally, Mettaton covers his mouth and says, disguising his voice in a higher pitch,]


Yes you may.
cuteandquarky: (the ears)

A

[personal profile] cuteandquarky 2015-12-24 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
[Jade's ears perks up when she hears somebody panicking around the Heart - which is not all that strange an occurrence, with the way gems arrive. She teleports in so that she can help the newcomer, but she's shocked to see a troll standing there instead of a human. She's only heard of trolls being from her universe (sort of) so it's probably somebody she knows, right? And with that kind of vocabulary, there's only one troll that could possibly fit the bill.]

...Karkat? Is that you?
badassdelinquent: (Default)

A

[personal profile] badassdelinquent 2015-12-24 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
Oh hey, it's an honor student. Raspberyl casually tucks her book back into her Gem and stands up, her wings beating a little to promote bloodflow after being pressed to the chairback. She adjusts her glasses, looking over her outfit for wrinkles before nodding in satisfaction, the light gleaming off the large, raspberry-colored gems that have replaced her horns.

"Hello! My name's Raspberyl, I'm a teacher. This is Waverly Bay; you're not dead. Your body's been remodeled, and any powers you used to have are either gone or a lot weaker. Here, take my chair, you should probably sit down."

A true badass is helpful, polite, and informative!
crabmunicator: (032)

JADE!!

[personal profile] crabmunicator 2015-12-24 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
[Hey, he knows that voice! Not well yet, and it's not the voice he was listening for, but it will do. And when he looks at her properly--]

Oh thank god you're not sooty and evil anymore.

[Not to mention alive, from the color in her eyes. He strides on over, speaking as he does, until he's stood before her with hands out gesturing across his words.]

I could only handle one round of that smoothly, and I have already had two. What happened? How did you break the mind control? And where's everyone else? I need to find Aradia, or maybe Feferi--and then I need to get out of here, because if Kanaya wasn't enough to stop Gamzee, then that is two potential corpses waiting for me and I just can't deal with that right now.
fintastic: (do something adorable)

A

[personal profile] fintastic 2015-12-24 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ If she hadn't spotted him first, Feferi would have know that creative cussing anywhere. It's only natural that she takes her time to sneak up behind him, peering around his shoulder. ]

It's so glubbing cool, isn't it?!

[ She can hardly contain herself, so much so that she's bouncing on her feet. She didn't even expect to see Karkat here, but here he is! Nubby horns and all! ]
crabmunicator: (009)

[personal profile] crabmunicator 2015-12-24 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
What.

No, really, what.

It's hard to miss this person now that she's moving, and moreover because of the features that set her apart from anyone he knows. Pink hair, pink horns, little batlike wings. She's no troll, hut she can't be human either--and yeah, the name rings no bells.

"My body's been what?"

Still, Karkat heads on over and takes the proffered chair. He knows a good chair when he sees one; not many people respect the use of having them around when you need them. He tries to remind himself to breathe normally.

"But really, what are you? What the hell is Waverly Bay? Please, please, tell me this is not another mystery session of Sgrub-Sburb-five-letter-S-word come to rip up my life and all sense it was completely failing to make before I showed up here."
cuteandquarky: (wha)

KARKAT!!

[personal profile] cuteandquarky 2015-12-24 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
[Well, it definitely seems to be Karkat, but that's about the only thing that she got from all of that. She doesn't remember anything about the new session, making all of this a hugely confusing mess for her.]

Wait, Karkat, slow down! What are you even talking about? What do you mean sooty and evil? What happened?

[She was expecting to be the one giving exposition here, not receiving it!]
crabmunicator: (036)

[personal profile] crabmunicator 2015-12-24 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
[You know what would have been nice? Feferi not sneaking up on him from behind. But with circumstances being as they are, Karkat - famed paragon of grace and poise - tumbles ass-over-end into a surprisingly deft somersault, onto to futz the carry-through and wind up sprawled on his back.]

[He looks up backward at her from his spot on the floor, and the first thing he notices is her eyes.]


Feferi, you're alive?
cyan_maid: (I really don't...)

B

[personal profile] cyan_maid 2015-12-24 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
[You're damn right he could run into someone. A busy, bucktoothed someone with her arms full of farmers market groceries that have now comedically flown up into the air upon collision and now decorate the ground around a dazed, confused Jane.]

Wh-what in the world? Who-

[And then she notices fire. She notices fire before the grey skin and horns. Because fire.]

Oh my God! Hold on!

[One of the items now on the ground happened to be a jug of juice. It's not water, but she opens it posthaste and flings the contents towards the flames.

It is now that she notices that she's also soaked the person those flames were on. And...that this person is, indeed, not human. In fact, they are not human enough to be a not-human species she has seen before. She drops the jug in shock.]


Oh my God...
crabmunicator: (037)

[personal profile] crabmunicator 2015-12-24 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
[His expression falters, and his eyes rescan her face. Yes, that green is her green, and she's definitely alive. But if she's alive, and he's dead, and she doesn't know anything of what happened--]

Oh god, oh no, oh fuck. No--no, no, I can't be doomed, I--

[He turns around away from her, looking over the interior of the this-is-LOQAM-isn't-it room they stand in, like it might be hiding answers. But it would explain things, wouldn't it? All the chaos, why Gamzee and Terezi were fighting so brutally, why he died so sudden and sure. And with Kanaya behind him, and all the fire and explosions and the Battleship Condescension itself hovering overhead--]

Oh god.

[He turns back to face her with the look of a wiggler who's just been told Twelfth Perigee's Eve is cancelled.]

I'm from a doomed alternate timeline. How am I supposed to deal with this?
crabmunicator: (107)

[personal profile] crabmunicator 2015-12-24 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
[Karkat yelps theatrically at the impact, and it takes a bunch of flailing to keep from overbalancing onto the mess. There's things everywhere, and he thinks he just stepped on some cluckbeast eggs, and he should back up before he catches anything on fire--]

[He didn't catch her on fire, did he?]

[He looks up, and before he can register why she looks strangely familiar to him, she's hurling a jug's worth of juice onto him. His hands come up instinctively, and the juice does extinguish the flames...]

[Only for them to pop back up, bright and blazing (if still small) the moment he lowers his arms away.]


What kind of incompetent beverage-slinging maniac goes throwing juice on strang--

...ers...

[Up come the hands again, this time in defense.]

You're the one who stabbed me!
badassdelinquent: (pleased)

[personal profile] badassdelinquent 2015-12-24 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
Well. Frankly, Raspberyl wasn't expecting him to sit down. Honor students are usually too wary of delinquents to respond like that. But, well, this is a pretty strange place, so maybe it's not too surprising?

"Remodeled. I have a friend that's really into that kind of thing. These -" there's a pause as she taps one horn "- are Gems. It's kind of...you? Your mind is in there, and your body is out here, and they kind of work together now."

Raspberyl looks pleased. He's asking questions! He's engaging with the class material! SHE IS SUCH AN AMAZING TEACHER.

"Well, like I said, I'm Raspberyl! I'm a demon from the Nether Institute Evil Academy, and one of the only demons to ever graduate from there. I was the main heroine of Disgaea 3, but there's been three more games since then, so aside from cameo duties I mainly just teach classes now. I've never heard of something called Sgrub, so I can't tell you if this is a session of it or not."
fintastic: (herp)

[personal profile] fintastic 2015-12-24 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
Of course I'm alive, silly! Did you think I was a spooky ghost sent to haunt you?

[ It's hard not to laugh, but she manages to not laugh too hard. She offers out a hand to help him up, all sympathetic smiles and perked up fins and looking for all the world like she was never shot straight through the chest. ]

You are also very not dead, and I have not seen Aradia yet but I haven't wandered very far either. You should touch the thing! The big glowy rock thing! It will help, I promise.
crabmunicator: (060)

[personal profile] crabmunicator 2015-12-24 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
If Karkat has one thing going for him behind the profanity and emotional theatrics, it's that he's a good learned when he wants to be. Especially when someone is taking the time to answer his pertinent questions. The only trouble is that the answers he receives make about as much sense as Gamzee's grasp on grammar. His eyebrows knit up in a tangle.

"Slow down, would you? I can't keep up with this much horseshit at once," he protests, rubbing a hand at a temple that's already threatening a headache. "The gem thing makes no sense, demons are supposed to have feathery wings instead of those things and horns, and I've never heard of a Disgaea. But the gem thing--" He transfers his hand to the bloodstone peeking through his shirt. "You're talking about this?"
crabmunicator: (112b)

[personal profile] crabmunicator 2015-12-24 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
But I just--

[Oh, wait, what? He's not dead? He was pretty fuckin' sure on that point, and he looks confused enough to show it. She looks happy enough, and he can't say he's unhappy she's alive and well again, but this makes jack shit amount of sense to him.]

How is touching a freaky, glowing rock supposed to help me?
badassdelinquent: (Default)

[personal profile] badassdelinquent 2015-12-24 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
Beryl nods.

"That's right. You'll die for real if that gets cracked, so don't let that happen, okay? And it's angels that have feathery wings, not demons. And not all demons have wings in the first place."
crabmunicator: (065)

[personal profile] crabmunicator 2015-12-24 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
His features crumple up more. "But angels are demons. What kind of demon are you to not know that?"

Then gesturing at his chest, he adds, "And that doesn't explain this any better! How is cracking a gem supposed to kill me? Why is this suddenly embedded in my flesh? I didn't ask for this! Is there a secret sign-the-dotted-line contract my prongs brushed past on the way through the creepily specific hole I passed through on the way here?" He near jolts off the chair as the memory strikes him. "And what the fresh, tentacled fuck was that about? Why was that there? Why was it shaped like me?!"
fintastic: (just keep swimming!)

[personal profile] fintastic 2015-12-24 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
Just touch it!

[ And, as if to demonstrate, because her instructions are oh-so-complex, she takes the few steps towards the crystal and puts her hands on it, looking to him expectantly, like he should join her. ]

Trust me, just this once! Do I look like I'm trying to troll you?

[ In fact, she probably does. ]
crabmunicator: (054)

[personal profile] crabmunicator 2015-12-24 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
Yes.

[He's glowering. From his floor sprawl. He finally rolls over and stands up.]

I'm not touching the dumb rock, Feferi. Just because you're fine when you touch it doesn't mean it's not going to--I don't know--open up and swallow my hands for the presumption, for all I know.
fintastic: (here have a cuttlefish)

[personal profile] fintastic 2015-12-24 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
It's just a rock! It is not going to swallow your hands. I promise I am not trolling you, and it is perfectly safe.

[ She could just explain it all herself. It's not like it would be hard to just repeat what she now understood herself. But there's just something so cool about it that she wants him to experience it, so she continues to stare at him expectantly, though she takes her hands back herself. Her fins relax a little, calming down from her initial excitement. ]

I promise. I haven't seen you in a really long time. I am not about to let you get hurt or have your hands stolen or whatever, not right now.
crabmunicator: (091)

(1/3)

[personal profile] crabmunicator 2015-12-24 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
[Karkat continues to eye her warily, not yet sure if FF steals hands she's lying or not. But he did miss her. If he does get his hands lost, he can always freak out on her and, like, wave the stumps around or something.]

[It sounds pretty stupid when he thinks of it that way.]


Ugh, fine, I'll touch the glowing bloodpusher rock. Are you happy?
crabmunicator: (014)

(2/3)

[personal profile] crabmunicator 2015-12-24 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
[He walks over, and after a totally necessary roll of his eyes puts both palms to the surface of the heart.]

Oh.

[His gaze goes distant for a moment. Knowledge slips in smooth and easy, taking up a spot in his mind like it was made for it. His hands lift away.]
crabmunicator: (069)

(3/3)

[personal profile] crabmunicator 2015-12-24 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
[Both, then, flail out broadly.]

I never signed up to become a stupid rock!