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TEST DRIVE MEME

TEST DRIVE

Welcome to Visada's TDM! Feel free to get as creative as you'd like with these prompts. None of the threads will count as game canon. This is just to give you a chance to play around with the setting and get a general idea of just some of things that can be done in the game.

OPTION 1

Mistress Philenor, one of the vivacious butterfly-winged fairies that runs a shop in town, has asked you and another helpful soul to go out to the small lake on the northwestern side of the island and pick some Swallowtails. She needs a bushel of the flowers to make more of her popular aphrodisiacs.

You and your partner for the outing leave the village and make your way to your destination. The water in the lake is clear and fresh, you can almost see all the way to the bottom. A small island sits in the middle of the lake, within swimming distance to those so athletically inclined. A tiny stream travels off to the west, emptying into the sea.

On the southern shores of the lake grow the Swallowtails: great flowers of vibrant hues of blue.

Just remember Philenor's warning. Breathing too deeply of the pollen may have unintended consequences.

OPTION 2

Word arrives by lamassu post that there's unrest with the sea dragons. They're refusing to aid the villagers and transportation between the main island and the smaller one to the east has been cut off. People have been stranded there for two days now and something must be done.

You volunteer to help and head toward the eastern shore.

Maybe you meet others on your way and you decide to work together to see if you can resolve this. Maybe you enlist someone else's help when you learn that Lagiocrus (an ancient blue dragon) is cross with his nephew Jura (a young, free spirited green fellow who doesn't have much respect for people yet) over his foolish courtship of the princess Galzra (a haughty blue dragon from the far north).

All of the other dragons in the vicinity are too caught up in the drama to worry about the petty concerns of mortals.

Convince Lagiocrus that young love should triumph, or at least be allowed to get its heart broken. Talk up Jura to the disinterested object of his affection. Try to get Jura to see that there are other dragons in the sea. Or find some other way to either end the argument or lure the other dragons' interest back to helping out their landlocked neighbors.

OPTION 3

After a long week, you want nothing more than to relax at the beach. It's a great day for it. Fair skies, warm sands, calm surf, and naked bodies sunning themselves along the shore.

Wait.

Yes, that's right. This is a nude beach. Or if it wasn't, it is now that the first visitor decided to exchange bathing suit for birthday suit.

Do you join in? Ogle your neighbors? Swagger up to the hottie on the yellow towel a few yards away and start a conversation?

Have fun. Enjoy yourself. You've earned the day off.

OPTION 4

Wildcard! Make up your own prompt! Play around with the setting however you'd like.

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"These are the swallowtails, are they not?" Always prim and proper, that was Josephine-even when the skirt of her dress was hiked up to wade through the shallows of the lake in search of flowers for Mistress Philenor. But without any samples handy, the fairy had only offered the pair she'd asked to search for a description, and a warning about just how powerful the flower could be. That, at least, was probably the last resort as far as discovering whether or not they were the right flowers.

Picking one, she brought it closer to her face, eyes running over the green and red leaves. It seemed unlikely that any other plant could be the one they were searching for, considering the distinct color. Turning towards her companion, she held the flower up, offering it for their own inspection.

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The island was practically a paradise. It certainly was in comparison to Thedas, at least, and if it wasn't for the distinct air of responsibility about their place and role here Josephine would almost consider it a vacation. She'd come to Visada a virgin, but considering how important Ciaran made it all sound *and* the fact that she had recently found herself without a job, Inquisition disbanded, Josephine had embraced her role wholeheartedly.

But there was a difference between being willing to have sex in the privacy of one's home and the state this beach seemed to be in. She recalled most wearing clothing, at the very least, and being greeted with the sight of a dozen or so nude bodies made the Antivan's dusky cheeks light up with red. Wearing a one-piece bathing suit (which was, in its own way, new to her-and even a bit too revealing) meant that Josephine stuck out like a sore thumb as she laid out her towel, still intending on relaxing beneath the warm sun for a time.

Bruce didn't look much more proper himself, with the legs of his pants folded up to his knees, his shoes left behind on dry ground. But at least it was better than having to make the walk back with his pants unpleasantly drenched and sticking to his skin. He made his way carefully through the shallow waters as to not wet his clothes, his eyes attentive to any flare of color among the flowers growing there.

He looked up when his companion spoke, stepping closer to take the flower, turning it this way and that in his hand, but still keeping it at a good, safe distance from his face. He would rather not have the pollen have weird effects on him. "I don't think so, with these colors-- she said blue, right?"

"Blue? Are you certain?" Josephine looked back down to the flower at her feet. It was entirely possible she'd just imagined that Philenor had said red. Or even, perhaps, that it was purple and they simply each had a different hue of purple in mind. But from what she'd hard of Bruce-and her experiences with him so far-he was a reliable enough sort.

"Then maybe we should just keep looking. If we find nothing that's blue and matches the description well elsewise, these must be it." That meant more wading through the waters of the lake, but that wasn't exactly unpleasant, either.

"I think so? But now I wonder." There could be different types to the flower too, or it could change colors as it grew, or depending on a number of external influences. For all he knew, these could be the right plants, or they could be something else entirely. He did feel a little cautious towards just about any flower here, though, not knowing exactly what they could be used for.

"We can always take a few of each. They're not that heavy, and even if they're not the flowers she wanted, they might be useful for something else." And that way they covered all their bases. He kept the flower in his hand just in case, going back to looking through the other flowers growing across the shore, venturing a little farther to areas they hadn't checked out yet.

"Probably a wise decision. I'll pick a few more, then." Considering it was the only plant she'd seen yet that matched the description at all-with most of the others being only green or, well, more flower-y -it seemed quite likely to Josephine that this was what they wanted. Gathering a fistful, she carried them tightly in one hand while the other still held up her skirt.

Continuing the search, she waded a little further away from shore as well, though the water could only get so deep before plants the sort they were looking for simply couldn't flourish. "Have you had any luck?"

He found a few others similar to the ones she did, but they looked even farther from the description they'd been given. He still plucked a small handful of them, getting out a bag he'd brought with him and putting them inside. He did find a few more flower buds, still closed, and he leaned down to inspect one of them.

"I don't know," he stood a little more upright, spotting the flowers in her hand and handing over the bag if she wanted to put them in there too. "There are a few others here but they haven't blossomed yet. I'm not sure they'd be of much use like this, one way or the other."

Taking the bag, she placed them-considerably more gingerly than she'd been holding them-inside as they stepped out of the shallows. Letting go of her skirt, both hands were free once more as the bag was returned to Bruce.

"Hopefully we've found what she's looking for, then. If not, I suppose we'll have no choice but to come out this way again." Barring the question of just why the fairy would need to produce aphrodisiacs in such quantity, this was far from the worst task Josephine had ever set herself to, between the pleasant setting and pleasant company.

He accepted the bag as he made his way to where his shoes were, sitting down so he could try to wipe as much dirt and sand off of his feet as possible before he put them back on. It didn't feel particularly pleasant, but it was better than walking all the way back barefoot, and he could always wash his feet once he was back at his hut.

"I won't mind if we do. It's not so bad here, is it?" He gave the lake a glance, enjoying the view. Strange plants and magic aside - he was still trying to get used to the idea that apparently that was just a thing here - it really was a pretty place. The whole island reminded him a little of a remote resort, actually, which he really didn't mind so much at all. "Is it very different, here? Compared to where you're from."

"Yes. I'd imagine it is for most of us, really. While it is not so different from Antiva-my homeland-Thedas as a whole was considerably less... idyllic." Josephine even stopped to marvel at the land around her, not far from the lake just yet.

"What about yourself? Did you have anywhere nearly as nice as this where you come from?" It was hard too imagine anywhere being quite so nice, but there was always the possibility. After all, most of them had come here to help save, well, everything, not just because of the nice living conditions.

Standing up again, he patted off any sand still clinging to his pants, making his way over to where she was and glancing over the area again. "Complicated question," he said with a small smile, gaze turning to her. "I come from a very big and very different world. Some places are as far from this as you can probably imagine. Cities with the roads covered in asphalt and a number buildings over ten, fifty or a hundred stories high, all packed together. But then you have small villages with tiny houses in mountain slopes or the middle of deserts. There are places that aren't all that different from this, too. A few huts, nice beaches, sun and nice weather. More often than not you see a lot of tourists there, just enjoying their vacation time. But yes, they do exist. Well, minus all the magic, that we don't have."

"Really? No magic?" Somehow, despite the talk of buildings a hundred stories high-easily dwarfing any man-made structure in Thedas-it was the lack of magic that seemed most strange to Josephine. Mages-and their magic-were by now so intrinsic to her world, with conflicts driven by fear of them, that it was difficult to imagine what the place might be like without their presence.

"No. At least not on the planet I'm from." Asgard was a little more complex and ambiguous in that aspect. Although Bruce saw some of what the Asgardians were capable of doing as magic, he knew they saw it as something more intricate than that. A kind of science, in a way, but it went a little beyond his own knowledge of the universe. He likely couldn't explain it if he tried. "We really just have science, and we evolved through technology instead. Nothing like what we see here. I take it that's a strange thing for you?"

"Technology is important as well, of course. But we have nothing like you, I'm certain." All because they had magic didn't mean they were lacking in science, obviously-its role just wasn't as all-important. But then, there was certainly the occasional push to replace magic. "Warfare, especially, drives it-as I've no doubt it does most everywhere."

"Same in my world, actually. Times of war tend to boost technological advances a lot." Not something Bruce was particularly fond of, but it was an undeniable truth. It didn't surprise him that was the case whenever humans were involved. "Maybe it's just a matter of balance. Because we have no magic, we develop in different paths to compensate. But you have magic, so you find a middle ground. A way for them to complement each other."

"Our middle ground is as well-defined by those who appreciate magic as those who despise it, though. Perhaps if mages were not so feared, technological advances wouldn't be as common." There were likely those in Thedas who had even studied that very idea in specific, though Josephine was far from an expert on magic. Sighing lightly at the thought of home, she gestured back towards their village, should it even be called that. "We should probably get going if we're going to get these flowers where they need to be before they wilt."

"Then that's probably why both end up developing in their own different ways." Those who believed in magic as a force for progress, and those who feared or disliked it and turned to science and technology instead. He figured mixing the two together mustn't be very common in her world, but then discord was another thing very common among humans.

He glanced over his shoulder and at the small village, nodding. "We should, yes. Here's to hoping this is what she's looking for, right?" He smiled and turned around, waiting for her so they could start on their way back.

It didn't take long for Josephine to get moving again, following along just to the side of Bruce as they walked. The journey was easy enough-a trek through the wilderness, of course, but along a mostly beaten path that had already been established for just the purpose of going to and from that lake.

About midway through, their path crossed a small stream, Josephine stopping beside it. "Do you mind if we stop a moment to take a drink?"

It wasn't the first time he had to make his way through the wild. In fact, he'd often crossed forests with no roads or markers at all, and in a much worse physical and mental state himself. This was actually pretty pleasant, all things considered, and he took it more as a stroll than some kind of duty or mission, enjoying the view, the scents and soft sounds of the nature all around them.

He slowed down as they approached the stream, then stopped altogether when she spoke, shaking his head. "Not at all. I could use a sip myself."

Kneeling down, Josephine cupped her hands together, taking a few large gulps of water. After having her fill, she stood straight again, wobbling a bit as she made it to her feet. Blushing lightly, she stared at Bruce for a moment before glancing to her hand.

Clearing her throat, she held it out to him-stained slightly blue. "I believe that we, ah, did find the right flower." If just some juice leftover from gripping the plant had this effect, it was hard to imagine what sort of potion could be made from it.

Bruce lowered himself by the stream too, wetting his hands first, then leaning down to take just a little bit of water to his lips. Not nearly as much as she, and when she wobbled, he stood up too, thinking she was about to lose her balance for one reason or another.

That reason became all too apparent when she spoke, holding her hand out to him. He immediately looked down at his own, but he hadn't held onto the flowers for nearly as long as she had, and he had no stains there. Which he would normally be grateful for, but right now it was probably going to make things very awkward and complicated. "The water-- it doesn't wash off, does it? Jesus. We can try to... wipe it off, maybe? Are you..." He trailed off, wincing in slight embarrassment and entirely incapable of even finishing that thought.

"Maybe." The 'are you' question would go unanswered, though to the most obvious question it could be the answer was a vehement yes. Things could have been worse, no doubt, if she'd drunk the juice from the flowers directly or, worse, eaten it-but even in this diluted form, the flower was quite powerful.

After the few seconds it took her to realize she'd agreed that attempting to wipe it off was an option, she produced a kerchief and began to furiously scrub at her hand, blushing deeply as she tried to avoid making eye contact-or any visual connection, really-with Bruce.

Bruce did his best to help, which at the moment seemed to be to do nothing at all, and instead put a safe and respectable amount of distance between them. He might not know from experience what she might be feeling right now, but he could take a guess that it wasn't easy or pleasant, and he didn't want to make it even more difficult for her.

"Any luck?" He tried to peek at her hand, still spotting the stain even from a few feet away. He looked around, though he knew it was pointless - there wasn't much at all that could help them around here. "Maybe we should just keep going. The fairy might be able to help you once we get there."

Never mind that he didn't even know if she'd be able to manage the rest of the walk, but at least they could try.

"R-right. We can try." Josephine didn't even know if having the stain still on her or not was an issue; it was entirely possible that she'd only become affected by the juice due to ingesting it. As they walked, she continued to scrub, as much in an effort to clean her hand off as to focus on something besides what she was feeling.

Walking was slower with her so affected, but progress wasn't stopped entirely either. Of course, the more time the flower had to course through her system, the more drastically it impacted Josephine. Despite herself, she let out a quiet, needy whine as they continued to move on.

He figured it was probably pointless to wipe off the stain at this point, but he really had no better suggestions at the moment, and at least it kept her distracted. Well, partly distracted anyway.

Bruce kept his eyes firmly on the path, staying some feet away from her, silence settled awkwardly between them. Talking might have helped in diffusing some tension, but on the other hand it could also worsen her situation, and besides he couldn't think of anything to say. When she let out a whine he glanced over briefly, a part of him feeling pretty bad for her, even as his cheeks grew a little warmer.

Bruce glancing back at her only served to make Josephine blush all the more deeply at her current state. Sure, she'd come here with the full knowledge that sex was definitely required of them, and had fulfilled that promise on more than one occasion-but she'd never had anything that affected her like this.

Still, she tried to offer something resembling a smile and a nod for his concern. "I'll be fine. We can... can keep going, please." Getting back to her hut and some privacy would allow Josephine to work this out with at least some dignity.

Josephine Montilyet | Dragon Age: Inquisition | OTA

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