TEST DRIVE MEME

[visadamods]

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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[srutha]

[ She's going to have to use words, isn't she. She can speak, of course, it's just that most of the time she doesn't see the point in it. But it seems like this Man isn't understanding her. ]

You-- [ She pauses, swallows, tries to remember how to say what she wants to say. ] Will you draw?

[americanclassic]

[He's trying, but to be fair, he hasn't come across very many mute people before. If anything, he's used to an influx of noise tripping out of people's mouths. The quiet may be something he gets used to, but for now... a little clarity helps. Otherwise he might mistake her pointing at his pad for pointing at his lap.

He looks down at his pad, then back up a her.]

Is there something in particular you'd like me to draw?

[srutha]

[ Something she'd like him to draw? Why, she'd like him to draw anything and everything! She shakes her head. ] Only draw.

[ Realizing that this Man might require a bit of extra explanation, she continues, ] I've never... seen drawing before.

[ Sometimes people would come to her stream to paint the landscape, but they'd never let her watch before. She's always been curious to see how someone can capture the scenery around them onto paper. Take a living, breathing thing and make it flat and still. ]

[americanclassic]

[That earned her a more intent look, one brow crooking up as if in question.]

Never? Do you mean you've never seen a drawing before, or never seen someone actually doing the act?

[He turned to a new page in the sketchpad, looking over at the store beside the one he'd been sketching. It had an interesting little doorway, the arch of it carved with mythological beasts of every sort. It claimed to be an alchemy shop, boasting of gryphon spit at half price for a very short time. He gestured for her to sit and join him, if she wanted, while he started to outline the new building.]

[srutha]

[ Gestures! Yes, good, gestures are easy to understand! Words less so. But using a combination of the two to communicate should be simple enough.

She pulls a chair next to him, perhaps closer than he might like, and sits, watching with rapt attention as he begins to draw. ]

Never seen a Man draw. [ Whether he hears the "capital M" or not, is up to him. All she offers for explanation is, ] Men run away.

[americanclassic]

[He wouldn't hear it, but mostly because he wouldn't think to listen for it, or really even know what it might mean. He gave her a quick look, curious about that remark before going back to drawing light lines and starting to shade them in.]

Have you only been around women? Like... in a convent?

[Because that's what it sounded like to him.]

[srutha]

[ Her eyes briefly flick up to meet his before returning to the paper. She shakes her head, a light laugh like a burbling brook escaping from her. ]

Not a convent, a stream.

[ She's not sure what a convent is. It must be something Man has made. There's so much she doesn't know about, like the buildings around her and the business they do. Though there are so-called "mythical" beings such as herself here, it is very reminiscent of the world of Man, with it's buildings and clothes and hustle and bustle. Nothing so quiet as her stream. ]

[americanclassic]

A... stream?

[His sketching stopped then and he turned to look at her more plainly, a frown creasing his brow as he tried to figure out if this was some sort of lost in translation mishap.]

I don't think I get what you're trying to say, miss.

[srutha]

[ At first all she does is nod. She is from her stream, yes. But the Man doesn't understand. ]

A stream. A... spring? Small river? [ Maybe he is from one of Man's cities where they build tall buildings and never see the sky or anything green— oh wouldn't that just be horrible? So she motions the twisting path of a stream with her hand, hoping that will convey what she means. ] The water moves towards the sea.

[americanclassic]

I know what a stream is...

[He grins, shaking his head at her to show that wasn't the source of his confusion.]

I'm just... not quite certain what you mean when you say you're from a stream and not a convent. Or someplace else.