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.
twentycoolpoints: (Angryish)

[personal profile] twentycoolpoints 2015-10-14 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
[He almost blurts out not to call him that, but clenches his teeth and holds it in. That's not the point. There's more going on. And he's older now, isn't he? And still absolutely the better person. He'll keep things under control, including himself.]

...it'd figure that's why you'd be doing it.

[And his hands are shoved right back into his jacket pockets.]

It's somewhere. And I don't think it's Onett, either. That's not mine anymore, either.

[Come on, is that enough to get him to take the bait? To say something more? To explain himself? Because that's the question he wants answered here. If you're not that blue-skinned monster, who are you, Pokey?]
ceasetoexist: (Let's get down to business)

[personal profile] ceasetoexist 2015-10-14 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
[Pokey is just quiet for a moment, glowering a little, before he responds.]

...Good.

You deserved better than that.

He was wrong - I was wrong - for just leaving you there.
twentycoolpoints: (Aside Glance)

[personal profile] twentycoolpoints 2015-10-14 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
[Now there's an admission that Picky does not know how to process. His arms pull closer to his body, and if his hands could get deeper into his pockets, they'd go there. Is he making eye contact? Hard to tell, the way his head is tilted and his bangs are covering things up.]

....I don't know if it'd have been good to go with you, either.
ceasetoexist: (Downtrodden)

[personal profile] ceasetoexist 2015-10-14 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
No. It wouldn't have been.

I was a coward to go to begin with. I know that doesn't mean much. But I mean it.
twentycoolpoints: (Lineface)

[personal profile] twentycoolpoints 2015-10-14 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
[This is so, so much more honesty and vulnerability than he had ever seen from the Porky he remembered. It's strange. It's too much to believe. It has to be a trick.]

You really were.

[Even if it's not, it's not like Picky knows what he should be saying. Fiveton is still too fresh in his mind. And he's never, ever been good at this stuff.]

I...

[...missed him? He huffs. He looks away.]

I need to go.

[Having said that, he turns away.]
ceasetoexist: (Brothers)

[personal profile] ceasetoexist 2015-10-14 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
[That figures.

...That's fair. And Pokey knows it. He opens his mouth to say one more thing. To say...he doesn't know. What does he say?

And then he knows what to say.]


Take care of yourself.

[And walks away, hands in his pockets. He can't help but keep his head down as he walks away a bit either. Or stop himself from kicking one of the closer stall tables near him as he does leave.

Some things change. Some don't.]
twentycoolpoints: (Fear and Shame)

[personal profile] twentycoolpoints 2015-10-14 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
[Back to his brother now, Picky tenses visibly. If he doesn't mean it, if it's just a trick, he won't fall for it. If he does mean it....

He doesn't know what it means if he does mean it. He's got to think about this. He can't do this right now. So he makes a vague sound acknowledgement, and hurries off. He'll think about it. He'll think about it and see what other's think and ask Tracy...

....well. Not that last one. How's he going to handle things here, if he can't go to Tracy for this stuff? It's a painful thought, and it's putting more speed into his steps. Once he's free from the crowd, he breaks into a run, now just needing to be gone.]