test drive meme.

[fablemods]

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away... You snap awake with a sudden jolt, the sounds of nature surrounding you. The ground is warm beneath your hands, a press of fabric under your head. Sit up. Look around. This isn't where you fell asleep. Not even close to it. But with no one around you, answers as to how you got there in the first place are a little beyond your reach for now. If you decide to head off, don't forget your bag. You'll want that if you plan on making it out here. If you want to survive. And if you don't want to move, well...good luck. There's a shadow on the prowl. A rustle of leaves, a snap of twigs. Glowing eyes in the distance... -------------------- Characters find themselves waking up on the bare ground (or a bed if they're very lucky), a leather pack beneath their head, and entirely alone. It's not where they fell asleep that night. Isn't even close. The sky is the wrong shade, the ground isn't quite right. The only note of familiarity are the clothes on their back. Searching through their pack, characters will find a change of clothes, a few food rations, and something personal to them. They'll also find a pouch of wooden coins and a shard of mirror. Before they get a real chance to investigate those items though, they'll hear a rustle in the distance. The sounds of something moving around. It's their cue to get moving too. And somehow, all characters find their feet guiding them in the same direction. Off towards the Great Lake, less than ten minutes walk away, no matter where on the island they first woke up. Welcome to the island of Leutheria. Welcome to the Fablelands test drive. Above is an arrival prompt that players are welcome to use to introduce or test out any characters they are interested in bringing to the game. Below is an on-going event that takes place throughout the first two weeks of a character's arrival.(Though the wolf will still remain a constant presence on the island for the months to come). And of course, you are free to use this post for any other prompts you wish to use, or mirrorshard conversations too. All threads are able to be used as game canon, providing both players agree to it, and can ultimately be used for bonus AC if you wish to. If you have any questions, please direct them to the FAQ. And without further adieu, let's get on with the show! premise | faq | locations | wishing well | taken | reserves | applications | hiatus/drop | bonus ac

Once upon a time, in a land not so far away... You wake to the feeling of being watched. Of a set of unfamiliar eyes, of warm breath on the back of your neck. A jolt back to the land of the living, and it's gone. No matter how quick you are, how sneaky, the source of the disruption has long since disappeared, so you have no choice but to try and ignore it. To continue on with your day and try to set that moment of strangeness aside. You eat, drink, speak with others. Perhaps you explore a little. Whatever it is you choose to do for the day, that feeling from the morning won't return. And by the time the sun sets and the moon glows brightly above, you've likely set those moments of strangeness aside. It's not like it's anything new, after all. It's the same again for the next few days. No better, no worse. Something best ignored, right? A speck of blood on the doorframe. That wasn't there before, was it? A snap of twigs in the distance. A crunch of leaves. Claw marks gouged deeply into the door. Into the wall above your bed. Scraps of red fabric, turned darker with blood. Pieces of fur. Of flesh. Do you run and hide? Do you fight? Whatever you choose, it's definitely time to make sure your body parts aren't scattered next... ...what a horribly big mouth you have. -------------------- Since first waking up on the island, characters have been stuck with that feeling of being watched. It isn't a constant. Isn't more than a few seconds at a time, dotted throughout the day. Investigation has never turned up much, and there's never been any sightings of the cause of it all. Until now. Throughout the first half of the week, characters will find themselves suffering from that feeling of being watched on a far more constant basis. Rather than it being a one-off, few seconds occurrence each day, that feeling will last for minutes at a time, and on multiple occasions. However, it isn't until the fifth day that they'll start stumbling across physical signs of their monitoring. There are claw marks on doors. Spots of blood on the paths outside. A crack of twigs in the forests, or the imprint of bloodied paws in the snow. Ten days in and those signs start finding their way indoors. Wet footprints, tinged with red. Claw marks in the walls, the floor. Torn sheets and the smell of wet...something. Whatever it is that's been watching you, its finally decided to come and say hello. Two weeks in and characters will begin to have sightings of the creature, its fur dark and its eyes a glowing yellow. At times it looks like a wolf, prowling in the distance. At other times, it's walking on its hind legs, almost human were it not for the muzzle full of gleaming sharp teeth. Get too close, and it slips away like a shadow, gone between one blink and the next. It decides when to reach out to characters, not the other way round. It's after characters finally get a good look at the creature that it starts leaving...gifts. Characters will start to find familiar items from their home worlds amidst the mess. The remains of a childhood pet, perhaps. Photographs of loved ones, faces torn almost beyond recognition. It's only once it delivers its final gift that the creature retreats to the trees again: a blood-splattered item of clothing that clearly belongs to the person the character misses the most at the time, alive or dead. [credit 1 & credit 2]

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Connor ⭕️Detroit: Become Human ⭕️OTA

[licksthirium]

I ⭕️Arrival

Weird. Connor didn't sleep. Sure he may have been going through some things ever since becoming a deviant himself, but when did he lose track of what was going on around him? Not only was he not in the DPD or Hank's house with Sumo, but he was in a completely different location.

Wait. This location... Was there even a spacious, grassland like this in Detroit? Maybe a park, but even then it didn't seem like he was still in Detroit. Looking around, surveying the area confused and curiously, there was no one around to speak to. Well, staying here isn't doing him any good, so he'll just get up and try to figure out what's going on.

Wait. A bag? Had he been lying on it this entire time? Well, it seems to have been left there for a reason, so he'll take it for the time being. He was about to check it out when he heard a snap in the distance. There were no one around and suddenly there was signs of life.

Something wasn't right. He thought to reach for his gun, but he hadn't been in the middle of investigating a case, so he would have to do without for the time being.

"Who's there?" he finally called out, cautiously observing his surroundings. It was best to stay on guard for the time being.

II ⭕️Two Weeks In

Connor hasn't been ignoring the signs. He's been keeping tabs on the events going on, but finally seeing signs of whomever (or whatever) was stalking him (and probably the others as well) has made him more diligent on staying on guard. There wasn't much to do at that time besides going about his day with that in mind.

He didn't exactly have a lot of personal belongings to begin with. So maybe whatever was after him had to get a bit more creative with him than the others. It didn't make too much sense at first. Why was there dog fur all over his floor? It looked familiar, but he was hoping it wasn't what he thought it might be. And then he saw it. A picture of Hank, Sumo, and him after all of the events; except it was clearly scratched up and torn.

It wasn't particularly alarming. Not like the shirt that was lying underneath it. It was -- without a doubt -- one of Hank's shirts with blood on it. That's what alarmed him the most. He took his finger to try to see if he could get a trace of it to diagnose whom it belongs to. It seemed pretty obvious, but he could hope he wasn't right this time. Licking the blood, he looked back to the shirt with a sigh.

It was Hank's blood. It didn't look like he'd been seriously injured, so it wasn't something that Hank couldn't bounce back from, but it made him double check his surroundings for any other evidence of his stalker. Was Hank here? Or was this just some criminal or animal trying to get their rocks off on messing with him? He reached for the glass shard that he was given upon arrival.

"Is it normal to receive items from your own world?" he asked, pausing before adding in, "... in less than optimal condition?"