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cosmoooc2015-09-28 11:25 pm
stigematize) wrote in 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 forcosmographia, 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.
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.
☆ 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.
>Make this Gem a Member of the Midnight Crew
You are now SPADES SLICK, and you've fucking had it up to here with this time warping bullshit. One moment you're painting those green bastard's hide-out red, and then that bitch Snowman is stabbing you in the eye and you're here. The warping about shit got old the first time; by this point you're about to vomit blood and hate and pixie dust on the chucklefuck who even made that shit possible.
You've got no goddamn idea where you are; this room sure wasn't on the maps you had of the Felt's hold. Could be a secret cellar or some shit, but you doubt it. The intel you get is fucking flawless. Least it better be.
Your mood isn't helped by the fact that all your shit is gone. Well, not all; you've still got your good old CAST IRON HORSE HITCHER, but that's it. No way to contact the Crew, if they're even here. A situation where Deuce, Boxcars, and Droogs are gone isn't great, but you'll make do. You need to take care of your eye soon too, after the tender loving care that bitch Snowman showed it.
Speaking of your eye, feels a bit heavy right now.
>SLICK: CHECK EYE
Motherfucker. However the hell you got from here to there, in the interim some joker jammed a bit of jewelry in your eye. You'll have to find the fella who did that. Show him how generous a guy you are. Give him a matching pair of eye stones of his own.
Speaking of stones, this place is flowing with goddamn jewelry as far as the eye can see. Might not be Lord English's vault, but it's impressive enough for now.
>SLICK: LOOT
Don't mind if you do.
This place is just right to be picked clean like a grandma's dresser. Shove a few in your pockets? Sure. Hide some inside your hat? Absolutely. Decorate the edges of your hat with them? Why the fuck not, there's plenty there.
It doesn't take you long for you to notice the mother of all stones smack dab in the middle of this place, either. Pretty plain looking thing, but you got a sense in the right markets that shit could be worth some major cash.
>SLICK: TOUCH THE STONE
You put your hand on the thing to feel it's surface, and it just starts screaming shit at you you just stone cold do not give a fuck about. About what this shitty little town is and it's shitty little people and you hear about enough of that in a few seconds. It's not like you're going to budge the thing just by touching it. This puppy needs some care.
You start whacking at the base of it with your CAST IRON HORSE HITCHER. This baby is yours, and sooner or later it's going to know it, and it's going to give. You just need to soften it up some.
>Spades Slick: Be the other guy
Your name is PROBLEM SLEUTH, and you're the most hard-boiled sleuth in town.
You also happen to be the only sleuth in town, but that ain't real important. Just means there's more work and more clients for you. Of course, you haven't got your boys from back home to back you up in tough cases anymore, but you can handle the job. It's a lonely road ahead, but you'll make it through alright. You're more than capable of taking care of yourself.
Hell, it's the others you're worried about. The guys are lost without your guidance, and you bet there's already some asshole taking advantage of your absence. Just thinking about it's enough for a man to wanna reach for a jorum of skee.
But now's not the time for that. If you ever want to see home again and make it back to the boys before they find themselves in any trouble, then you've gotta get this case all wrapped up neat and tidy pronto. That means you've gotta keep a clear head, and you've gotta stay focused. You haven't got time to goof off.
>SLEUTH: Go to the Temple for your daily Heart-chewing out session
Consider it done. You don't think you could make it through the day if you didn't give that thing the what-for for tossing you in this place without the decency of giving you advance notice.
So far, the Heart's failed to respond to any of your cursing and name-calling, but you know you're wearing the thing down slowly and surely. Really tearing down its morale. It's just a matter of time before the sucker cracks. Maybe you've just gotta push it a little harder, and you think you know just what'll do the trick.
You arm yourself with a sharpie as you make your way down, intent on defacing some crystalline solids.
You're not expecting somebody else to already be there when you finally arrive to do your job, though. Looks like this guy's got some real anger management problems.
>SLEUTH: Warn the greenhorn that the Heart reflects attacks that are thrown at it
Hey, slick - friendly word of advice: you're makin' a big mistake. I hate that thing as much as the next guy, but unless you're downright suicidal you're gonna want to try approaching it from another angle.
>Spades Slick: HEED ADVICE
This baby is about to crack you're sure of it - you're feeling a hell of a pain in your knees each time you whack it, but really that's just making you whack this bitch harder. But now some clown has to come in and run his goddamn mouth where it isn't wanted.
>SLICK: Say Hello
You throw your CAST IRON HORSE HITCHER straight at this idiot's dumb baby face head.
Fuck you, flat foot. Maybe your baby ass couldn't take the stakes but this shit is folding one way or the other. Why don't you run back to your dumb pansy ass friends and cry your heart out to them?
>Problem Sleuth: Dodge that CAST IRON HORSE HITCHER with your VAMPIRE FASTNESS
Slick's CAST IRON HORSE HITCHER hits you straight in the face and knocks you to the ground.
>SLEUTH: Retaliate with your special brand of sleuth diplomacy
N... no! You may have come here with your gun, but you've got a limited number of bullets and no easy way to stock up on more! This fella's new here and he's clearly disgruntled at having found himself in an unfamiliar place all of a sudden. You can sympathize with that.
Besides, you can respect a guy with a serviceable hat and a propensity for dishing out some justice. That stupid old rock needs a good beatdown, but in these parts it seems like there aren't many who share that opinion. The folks here practically worship the thing, and it's downright disturbing. You feel like you've landed smack dab in the middle of a freakish cult.
As a result, if there's any chance that you can get this guy on your side, then you're gonna take it. You get to your feet and raise your hands up, palms turned towards him, in a gesture of good will.
Whoa, easy there, mac. I'm not here to start a fight with you. We've got the same enemy, ain't we?