TEST DRIVE - Part 3

[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.

☆ 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.

Comments

have a post-pacifist goatmom

[guardimom]

[Toriel's a little off-balance here, but wandering strange ruins on her own isn't new to her. She's greeting the other gems with a gentle smile, as she tends to do---and this one she knows.]

Sans! It seems this gem has called to both of us.

oh no.....

[geetttdunkedon]

... heh.

[This wasn't the first time he's seen this.

The Heart could bring those back from the dead. And when he'd put two and two together, how that "Frisk" had come through the door, he could've sworn the lady behind the door had been killed. Oh, he knows that voice, and she knows him, even if he doesn't know her.

It's kind of sad.]

Sorry, but I think we're from different timelines. I'm Sans the skeleton, but you already knew that.

[guardimom]

[What? That's not something she's familiar with, but...she's had odd flashes of memory in the past. Maybe that's it?]

You're saying you don't remember me?

[geetttdunkedon]

...
no.

But I recognize your voice.

[guardimom]

[She thinks about this and sighs.]

Mmm. I spoke to you through a door once upon a time. We told each other the most delightful jokes.

But if you never had the chance to meet me properly...

[She bows.]

I am Toriel. I watch over the ruins of our former capital.

[She's smiling, but worry touches the edges of her mind. If he doesn't know her, they never left the Underground together, and she can't help but wonder why.]

[geetttdunkedon]

[It's another story for another day, goatmom.]

It's nice to finally meet ya, Tori.

How long have ya been here?

[guardimom]

[She smooths her robe. ]

Long enough to get my bearings with the heart gem's assistance, but no longer. I wasn't about to send myself on a rock-y start!

GOATMOM........ (i suck at puns forgive me)

[geetttdunkedon]

[Oh, she got him this time, but he is the pun master.]

Sounds like you're having a gneiss time.

the point is tibia terrible

[guardimom]

[She can't help the giggle-fit.]

Yes, it wouldn't do for a newcomer to start a quarry!

[She snorts.]

This might seem unrelated, but do you still enjoy pie?

[geetttdunkedon]

[He has trained you well.]

'course I do. Who wouldn't?

[Unless it's snail pie, ofc]

[guardimom]

...oh, I could name a few. But I'm glad---as soon as I'm able, I'll make us a feast. It'd be nicer if everyone were here, but. As far as new homes are concerned, it could always be worse! There's a beautiful sun.

[geetttdunkedon]

A sun?

Tori, we're… on the surface?

[guardimom]

No one's entirely sure how it happened. I went to the barrier and stopped Frisk and Asgore from fighting, and everyone was there...then that hateful little flower attacked us all. There's a large gap in our memories after that, but when we awoke the barrier was broken.

Only Frisk knows how, but they won't tell us.

[geetttdunkedon]

[Frisk.

Sans is still for the split second Toriel mentions him, before realizing… she's from a timeline where everyone was alright. Where the "Frisk" went through the underground without harming a single soul… wasn't it? If only he could've had that ending. Or, would that be greedy?

But in her world, the barrier broke- and if it was one ending or the other for the both of them, then he was happy Tori saw the surface before him. That nobody had to die.]

Oh. Huh. So you all went to the surface together?

… how's Papyrus?

[guardimom]

He's doing very well! I've brought him and Undyne into my kitchen to learn how to properly cook spaghetti. We're making excellent progress!

Unfortunately, we can't have you linguini-ing around the house during a lesson. I just can't gnocchi-t off when I'm around you, it seems, and it upsets him.

[geetttdunkedon]

Well, don't say any of those jokes around him. He'll get fedupccine. I dunno why he's so alfredo puns.

[guardimom]

[She laughs just a little too loudly and wipes a happy tear from her eye. Oh, how wonderful it is to be together again!]

I'm capable of being a professional in the kitchen. When you're not egging me on!

I am not worried. We'll be friends again in no time.

[geetttdunkedon]

[Seeing someone familiar be so happy after going through nothing short of a living nightmare cheers Sans up a bit. He doesn't laugh as much these days, but he's still the king of puns and MTT-approved comedian.]

Hey, cooking's kind of a a big dill. [sans that one was mega lame]

I thought we were already friends, Tori.

/twists the knife

[guardimom]

[She smiles fondly.]

You're right. Back then, I was so surprised to hear your name---who the hell were you, anyway? It was so nice to finally see my friend from the door!

Which reminds me that I wanted to thank you.

*dramatic whisper* ouch...

[geetttdunkedon]

[He's a little surprised to hear Toriel say "who the hell," having seen her as a very gentle person. Maybe a little too gentle, what with the whole... situation at home.]

Thank me? What for?

[guardimom]

[She laughs awkwardly. Maybe this Sans didn't get that far yet, but...]

For protecting Frisk. The child did wonderfully with everyone's guidance, though they've picked up a few lazy habits from you.

[...oops.]

[geetttdunkedon]

heh...

[Sans looks down and his body starts to shake. His white pupils are gone.

Frisk was the human. Tori had wanted him to protect any humans who came through. Protecting Frisk.

Because Frisk was a wonderful child. Because Frisk was a nice human. Because Frisk gave everybody hope, made friends with everyone, took down the barrier without killing anyone.

But his Frisk killed his brother. He killed everyone. Probably him, too, judging by that expression back in the Judgement Hall... and multiple times.]

that kid really did some stuff, huh?

[guardimom]

He did. I could not be prouder. But...

[Okay, even she can see that something's changed now. She crouches just a little.]

Sans?

[She frowns.]

There is something I do not know.

[geetttdunkedon]

Tori.

Back in my version of home, thing were... different.

Frisk, he, um...

[Jesus Christ, how does he break this to her? How does he tell her that the child she cared so much for was a brutal serial killer for him?]

[guardimom]

Frisk was not good?

[The horror's already there in her eyes. She believed in their kindness, always...and now this?]