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TEST DRIVE MEME 002
⚰︎ ⍢ ⌲ ⍚ TEST DRIVE MEME:
Welcome to RUBILYKSKOYE — a dark, horror-smut game where player choices will drive a mod-run storyline about the world and its NPCs. This test drive meme provides a medley of prompts evoking the game's general tone.
THESE THREADS CAN BE GAME CANON if both players are accepted into the game and agree to it. However, if players who'd prefer to start fresh are welcome to reuse these prompts in their own personal logs upon acceptance into the communities. Note: the universal test drive arrival prompt will not be repeated on the coming event log, but players are welcome to reuse the prompt.
CONTENT WARNINGS for this game include: monsters, body horror, dub-con, non-con, religion, blood/violence, and marking/branding, loss of autonomy/self, and mental influences. This log additionally has warnings for: nudity, spiders, character death, and references to children in proximity to sexual situations.
If you have QUESTIONS about the test drive prompts, please ask HERE. Questions about the game itself or the general setting should be directed to the FAQ.
FAQ ✧ SETTING ✧ CALENDAR ✧ RESERVES ✧ APPLICATIONS
THESE THREADS CAN BE GAME CANON if both players are accepted into the game and agree to it. However, if players who'd prefer to start fresh are welcome to reuse these prompts in their own personal logs upon acceptance into the communities. Note: the universal test drive arrival prompt will not be repeated on the coming event log, but players are welcome to reuse the prompt.
CONTENT WARNINGS for this game include: monsters, body horror, dub-con, non-con, religion, blood/violence, and marking/branding, loss of autonomy/self, and mental influences. This log additionally has warnings for: nudity, spiders, character death, and references to children in proximity to sexual situations.
If you have QUESTIONS about the test drive prompts, please ask HERE. Questions about the game itself or the general setting should be directed to the FAQ.
IN THE WOODS SOMEWHERE
The chirping of partridges in the treetops rouses you. Light barely filters through the canopy, just enough to suggest daylight. By the time it reaches the forest floor, the light has taken on a sickly green. You lie amongst the frost-covered mosses and ferns, the frozen soil cold and just a little damp on your bare skin. Wherever you were before this moment, whatever you were doing or wearing, when you awaken in this forest, you find yourself naked and helpless as the day you were born. As you sit up and get your bearings, aside from a brief wave of disoriented nausea, you seem to be no worse for wear than you last remember.
You seem to be alone. The gnarled oaks and moss suggest no sign of civilization or sentient life. Just flickers of movement from curious squirrels or brave lizards emerging from a temporary retreat from the wintry weather. With your feet under you, and you'll find the wood is filled with berry bushes and nut trees, though much of the fruit has been picked clean. The freshwater stream that runs north-south, populated by both poisonous toads and delicious crawdads, is running actively again as the weather warms back up from the recent snowstorm.
As you explore, you may run into others with stories just like yours. Some may have already formed clumsy nudist groups, others may still be processing their confusion, with no memory of how they got here. Now is a good time to overcome any hang-ups you have about modesty; it's going to be a long hike, and the weather isn't quite amenable to your lack of.
Turn your back to the darker, shadowy parts of the forest and eventually the glow of manmade lights and the curve of a dirt road may come into view. At the edge of the wood, you'll find a town surrounded by a fifty-foot wall of beige stone. The only entrance is an iron gate positioned on the southern edge. When you arrive, the gate is already open, welcoming people inside.
This quaint, historic town of five-thousand has cobbled street and signs lit by gas lamp. Wooden shutters protect otherwise open-air windows on the buildings, which are all under three stories with gabled roofs. A number of businesses hug the main street — a clockmaker, a cobbler, a grocer — while residential homes sprawl outwards towards the wall. At the far end of the main street, visible about a mile to the north now that the trees and the enormous wall is out of the way, sits a castle with three towers.
When you enter, the streets are full of people, but despite any efforts on your part to hide or make excuses, they don't seem offended by your nakedness. Even families with children don't gawk or look twice. Those determined to find proper clothing regardless will find that modern clothing stores aren't available — the closest this town has is a tailor's shop and a stand in the central marketplace selling scarves and blankets.
breaking and entering
If you intend to have your character break into someone's house or yard to steal some of their clean laundry, please review the info about game laws on the FAQ and give the mods a heads up HERE.
Fortunately, the people of the town are very generous! Anyone who ask the locals will be directed to the boarding house for both clothes and a place to stay. Accessible through an embellished iron garden gate and obscured by hanging plants, trees, and vines, beyond an overgrown yard in the residential sprawl of the town is a bright-red door, which opens to a spacious cottage of several stories. Parts of the house still bear the dust of disuse, gathered on various furnishings — bedding, sofas, curtains, wooden tables. However, it's already full of people! Anyone who's already appeared in the village just as you did today lives here. Once inside, you may notice patchwork repairs have been made, and some scorch marks still linger from a recent fire, and some furniture is still lying around in splinters.
Tonight, a few of the townspeople will help out with the new arrivals. They stock the kitchen and prepare a communal dinner of parsnips, pheasant, and squash. During dinner, they (and those outsiders who've already begun to settle) sit down at the enormous wooden dining room table and help orient the newcomers and answer their questions.
finding roommates
Don't spend too much time in the dining room going for seconds, though. You'll want to claim a bedroom quickly because each one only has two full-size beds, and there aren't enough spaces for everyone. The last people upstairs will need to double up to squeeze in. Roommates will not be mod-assigned; players should coordinate directly with one another to determine their living arrangements.
Get a good night's rest. By the light of day, locals will help get the new arrivals set up on the coal stove with breakfast. You may notice they're dressed in a way you would almost call normal — at least, in a manner befitting 19th century Eastern Europe. As you find your way around town to get your bearings, folks are eager to help you find a place to apply your skills so you can contribute to your new home.
writer's block?
If you're struggling to pick a way to engage the prompts, try: naked hiking, acquiring clothing or other inventory items, asking questions at dinner/orientation, or staking your claim on a bedroom!
OFFERINGS FOR ULANTI
The festival starts in the middle of the night, when the sun and the children are safely tucked into bed. The streets come alive with dancing locals, their faces painted red and purple and black and yellow. They all wear revealing clothing that, to your sensibilities, may seem sexually suggestive. Some individuals openly expose their breasts and nipples, while some others may incidentally reveal when they turn around to tend to their errands that their dress is backless — entirely! market stands and kind neighbors will gladly provide clothing befitting the occasion to anyone who asks.Notably, the locals' choice of clothes reveal a mark on their bodies. An astute person will notice that there are four varieties — and a very astute (
In addition to dancing and the lighting of any number of candles, you may stumble upon fighting rings inspired by Terry Silver's basement club, where the locals brawl until they're bloody and unable to move. Elsewhere, amongst the performance of a number of erotic dancers, you might come upon a face you recognize — naked and collared and caged, tongue pressed to the bars to taste anyone who'll stop and give them a little attention.
Temporary night market food stands offer various forms of alcoholic beverages and sweet and savory street food in suggestive shapes — sausages, popsicles, flowering cupcakes. many of them represent hedonistic indulgences and displays of wealth that the town usually does not seem to possess. This bounty, they attribute to the Duchess' patronage — and much of it is dosed with herbs and additives that enhance the sexual appetites and aggression in any who consume them.
Another kind of temporary stand has been erected — while new arrivals may at first mistake these for some kind of bathroom, it becomes apparent upon entry that they are partitioned stalls with gloryholes drilled between them. Some stalls are closed with an anonymous stranger waiting inside for someone to push a part of themselves through the hole to be lavished with mystery touches; others are fully unoccupied, should your character wish to lock themselves in and wait on the small wooden stool for a partner to offer themselves.
Anyone native to Rubilykskoye will take the time to answer questions about the festival of Ulanti, which functions as a way to purge their bad energy ("zadza") and sate their inner beasts ("duchozweirz"). They encourage characters to join the festivities — which range from staged sexual performances to sadism and masochism designed to feed the desire for violence. all appetites are welcome here, and there are only two rules: (1) stay away from the unmarked, which refers to the locals' prepubescent children; (2) hold nothing back.
writer's block?
If you're struggling to pick a way to engage the prompts, try entering the fighting rings, watching or joining a live sex performance, or eating some aphro food (deliberately or otherwise)!
the fathomless dark of pajak wood
At the outer edges of the forest, shadows grow long and the air grows thick. Though the sun never grows warm red-gold with sunset, the wood darkens. Birdsong is replaced by the click of mandibles and the skitter of many legs. Anyone who ventures out this way will soon find it difficult to see before them, even in the middle of the day — eventually, even the brightest magical light source or darkvision cannot stretch further than a few inches. In the void, the air feels heavy, as if it were not air at all but some more solid mass. Almost like liquid-smoke, it presses down upon you. Slowing your movements. Characters who push too far into the void may stop being able to move at all, and find themselves given over to insanity if they collapse, unable to draw themselves out. This is just one of many dangers.
Monsters thrive this far out. Huge, blood-red spiders the size of hunting dogs drop from the treetops. In addition to their venomous bite, which contains a fast-acting paralytic, these creatures are clever: they attempt to use their webbing to entangle any trespassers, binding limbs together or to trees. If you're unfortunate to become fully cocooned, you don't have long before this forest will be the last thing you see.
In addition to the spiders, you may come across the sharp-toothed furred yetis that emerged during the snowstorm, still looking for a meal. Each one hunts alone, a fifteen-foot-tall shambling creature that drips black ooze and super-chills the air around it until your skin feels tight and icy. If it gets the drop on you, you're likely to be its dinner. It has emerged from a long summer hibernation to enjoy the colder weather, and it's starving.
Those who seem lucky enough not to run afoul of the monsters here are in for a worse fate. The void can play tricks on your senses. As madness sets in and you lose all sense of direction, you may also lose control of your body — what is that steers your hands to turn against your friends? Why does it sound like your own voice whispering?
In the fog, you may also hear the voices of those familiar to you — people you know from the town, or people whom you know with almost perfect certainty aren't here. these figments may recreate unhappy memories or force trespassers to hallucinate their worst nightmares. Nothing is as it seems in the void, and when you swing at these figments, desperate to silence them, it might not be a figment at all, but a friend in the flesh trying to help you. By the time you see their true face, it could be too late to stop yourself.
writer's block?
If you're struggling to pick a way to engage the prompts, try fighting a monster, hallucinating your worst nightmares, and/or attacking a friend or stranger!
HIDING INSIDE EACH OF US
Uh oh spaghetti-os.
The marks worn by all residents of Rubilykskoye aren't just cool body art, as it turns out. The town is full of rumors, whispered in shadows and over candles of a starving creature hiding in the dark corners of your chest. Feed your inner beast, they say, before it finds a way to feed itself.
Alas, its emergence is inevitable — sooner or later, the horrible things that happen here pile up and make someone repulsed by the idea of human contact. Someone holds themselves back, bites their tongue, or simply does not believe the stories. Today, for one reason or another, that creature is coming out. Someone hasn't been keeping it sated.
Symptoms escalate over weeks, from monstrous irritability to full-blown body horror transformation, where people physically shed their human forms and evolve into the monsters this place made them. Once a person becomes something more (or less) than human there's only one way to go back — sate the beast.
The baker, Nile Yoren, is a likable, middle-aged woman who can fill any request — wheat, rye, even nut breads. She boasts that her sourdough starter belonged to her grandmother. Today, when you enter her shop — to help out or to get a muffin or a bag of rolls — something is off. Her smiling face isn't behind the counter.
Around the back wall, you hear the crackling of the oven. But when you call, she doesn't come out. You have to go back and look for her. What you find is not just the oven crackling, but nile herself — twisted into an incandescent monster of human flame, the flickers of dark orange light like a face howling in agony amidst the yellows and reds and whites. Before you can scramble away, the creature lunges at you. Defend yourself or flee, or her inner beast will be feeding itself on you.
(There are other monsters lurking in every townsperson — feel free to invent your own npc monsters and scenarios!)
The marks worn by all residents of Rubilykskoye aren't just cool body art, as it turns out. The town is full of rumors, whispered in shadows and over candles of a starving creature hiding in the dark corners of your chest. Feed your inner beast, they say, before it finds a way to feed itself.
Alas, its emergence is inevitable — sooner or later, the horrible things that happen here pile up and make someone repulsed by the idea of human contact. Someone holds themselves back, bites their tongue, or simply does not believe the stories. Today, for one reason or another, that creature is coming out. Someone hasn't been keeping it sated.
Symptoms escalate over weeks, from monstrous irritability to full-blown body horror transformation, where people physically shed their human forms and evolve into the monsters this place made them. Once a person becomes something more (or less) than human there's only one way to go back — sate the beast.
someone else transforms
The baker, Nile Yoren, is a likable, middle-aged woman who can fill any request — wheat, rye, even nut breads. She boasts that her sourdough starter belonged to her grandmother. Today, when you enter her shop — to help out or to get a muffin or a bag of rolls — something is off. Her smiling face isn't behind the counter. Around the back wall, you hear the crackling of the oven. But when you call, she doesn't come out. You have to go back and look for her. What you find is not just the oven crackling, but nile herself — twisted into an incandescent monster of human flame, the flickers of dark orange light like a face howling in agony amidst the yellows and reds and whites. Before you can scramble away, the creature lunges at you. Defend yourself or flee, or her inner beast will be feeding itself on you.
(There are other monsters lurking in every townsperson — feel free to invent your own npc monsters and scenarios!)
you waited too long
At first, as you hide yourself from your darker impulses, a subtle itch develops under your skin. An irritability that makes you snap at the person who bumps into you on the stairs because all those fleeting emotions that you've been repressing bubble to the surface. Every dark thought you've had about being here, all the fears of never getting home, of being surrounded by ticking time bombs, the anxiety of wondering who you might hurt or what relationships you might betray by doing what you have to do. The anger. Oh, the anger.
Maybe you shut yourself in your room or run into the woods to hide away, but there's only so much you can do to deny the itch that grows into hunger like a spark catching and growing to wildfire. Someone comes to check on you. That knock on the door or crunch of leaves in the wood that fills you with dread at what you might do and hope that you will be sated.
As claws and fangs and scales and spines and fur grow and your body transforms with a sickening crunch of bones and peeling of skin, so do your appetites. If you won't sate them, you'll lose yourself to your beastly impulses sooner or later, mauling friends and taking your fill. Is it better or worse if only your claws get inside of them?
Maybe you shut yourself in your room or run into the woods to hide away, but there's only so much you can do to deny the itch that grows into hunger like a spark catching and growing to wildfire. Someone comes to check on you. That knock on the door or crunch of leaves in the wood that fills you with dread at what you might do and hope that you will be sated.
As claws and fangs and scales and spines and fur grow and your body transforms with a sickening crunch of bones and peeling of skin, so do your appetites. If you won't sate them, you'll lose yourself to your beastly impulses sooner or later, mauling friends and taking your fill. Is it better or worse if only your claws get inside of them?
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Maybe this isn't helping with the very prominent boner the elf has but Tyler can at least give him a couple of moments grace before he throws a leg over. ]
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While he is far too aroused, being kissed is more grounding than anything. He can relax into that, try to hold himself back for what Tyler wants next. Nervous energy is better used kissing Tyler back with a slow, steady sort of passion. Exerting some control over himself before they continue,]
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It feels a bit like he's not done that this entire time. Frenetic has been fun, easier to not get hung up on with self-consciousness. But there's already a sturdy line of trust between them, he thinks.
So after a few minutes he shifts, sits up and crawls until he's straddling Ankari's hips. His eyes fix on the elf's face beneath him as he hovers for a moment, smiling. ]
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Laid back with Tyler smiling down at him, Ankari does feel inspired to worship. Not his goddess, though, but Tyler himself. Looking at him like he's all there is in the world, there's a dull thud in the air of the room for a moment, as if Ankari might again say something fearfully truthful.
He can contain himself this time, a good sign to his progress already- The air clears as he speaks normally]
Apologies- again, it struck me to say. So handsome. I need only speak it plainly, you know the truth already.
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[ His tone betrays that he's not really that serious. No big heads in here and that's unlikely to change. Dropping his gaze between them, he focuses on Ankari's hard cock jutting upwards to attention. It's tempting to tease, to rub the head over his slick opening much like the last time.
There's no trepidation as he reaches with extended fingers, firm in grasp as he lines up the tip of that long cock against the hot wetness of his pussy. Bearing down with his hips, this time Ankari's cock slides inside him, still a big stretch but verging on pleasurable this time. ]
Fuck...
[ He groans more than anything, pressing himself down onto that solid cock spearing inside of him, at least three inches deep at the first go. ]
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What does make him shiver down against the bed is Tyler taking him in. If he hadn't had that brief moment of calm he would have definitely burst soon as he entered that hot, tight tunnel. It feels incredible, but he is holding on to a thin thread of composure. If only because he wants more- breathlessly he answers the young man's curse, eyes lidded up at him and expression that of focused intensity, give how enamored he is]
You feel... as good as I imagined.
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Sat over Ankari's hips, cock buried inside him, his fingers seek out his own dick, stroking and rubbing it as he starts to rock. He can feel himself being stretched out around the penetration, deeply pleasant despite the initial sting. His breathing picks up pace, small moans surfacing when he starts to sit up again only to drop himself back down. ]
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Moving, bucking his hips, it feels like the natural choice but he restrains himself further. Letting Tyler have the control of the speed and pacing is better. Not wanting to be a dead fish- Tyler really should teach him the term pillow queen next- he does reach both hands to his partner. One anchors' to Tyler's hip and the other moves to join the man's hand on his clit, rather hoping to take the place of Tyler's own. Teasing him again there is just too tempting, rubbing beneath the underside of his T-dick in time with his motion of hips down into Ankari's. Slow, easy, letting this draw out between them...]
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His eyes catch Ankari's as he digs deep for a slower pace, but between how good it feels to be filled up and the jerking at his dick, it's a tall order. ]
Definitely wanna feel what's it like having you cum inside me.
[ The build up of arousal and orgasms has left his voice huskier than it was, a touch deeper as he rides Ankari, head eventually tipping back to expose his neck. ]
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I-I will- Tyler- I'm there-! [Ankari does all he can to focus up on pleasuring Tyler in turn, stroking his erect clit between his slick fingers with urgent rapid flicks. He's quickly lost to his own orgasm though, head tipping again back into the mattress, pressing down into it sheets with the tips of his horns. His cock twitches heavily, pumping another pent up load out. This time directly into the pure heat of Tyler's pussy. He can't think of much beyond how pleasurable that pressure is, wrapped all around him and growing slicker with each spill of his orgasm.
His mouth lulls open to moan incoherently beyond those few hastily said words. Tyler can get a good look, realize now that it isn't so occupied that Ankari's tongue is where his Niez mark landed. Something he's probably not even aware of yet. A reminder of just where they both are,]
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It's enough of a mental image that it only takes a couple of quick strokes and his own climax crashes over him. His pussy clenches tight, pulsing tighter over and over as he cums, eyes half-lidded but not closed. Open enough to catch the strange mark on his lover's tongue but not coherent enough around the outside of his orgasm to say just yet.
He rides out their orgasms with fingernails dug into slender shoulders, holding on for dear life as they ride the high together. ]
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The hazy afterglow, looking up at Tyler like he's the sole object of his worship, is the most relaxed Ankari has ever felt. He almost mutters some horrifying truth, but manages to bite his marked tongue on it, rolling to bite his lip with a final low moan of satisfaction before speaking]
Dear god, haah... what h-h, have I been kept from... [a whole lot of joy and pleasure, it is now abundantly clear, but Ankari still sound in awe of the experience]
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He couldn't have guessed that sex could be this good this easily. He'd always assumed that it would feel weird, or like somebody was only fucking him because they felt sorry for him. Not this and not with Ankari, though. ]
We can make up all the times wasted...
[ He sounds sleepy, sated and all round satisfied as he tucks his face into the side of Ankari's neck. The sudden twitch of movement is all thanks to the tickle as Ankari's cock eventually softens enough to slip out of him and, eventually, warm sticky cum starts to trickle down the inside of his thigh. He should probably be more bothered about cleaning up but he's exhausted. ]
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It will strike him when his mind is clearer that sex is giving him this relaxed energy.]
Haah... Tyler, that scares me to hear... you must really mean it. [He means this positively, of course. The fear he feels when sensing sincerity from another is not always a terrible thing. Like right now, it is a thrill of fear rather then dread. How exciting an idea that is, to make up lost time with someone like Tyler.
He reaches up to loosely hang one arm around the swoop of the man's lower back, splayed hand rubbing up and down his spine with idle affection. His other arm reaches up to Tyler's hair and cards longer fingers through the dark strands. Pushing them from one side of his temple, Ankari kisses the spot with doting attention.]
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We can explore everything you want to.
[ He finally finishes where that suggestion was going, eyes cracking open slightly to try focusing on Ankari. Then he smiles, lips quirking in something soft. ]
Thanks for being you. Exactly the person I needed in this moment.
Hope I was for you too...
[ He yawns again and repositions himself so he's lying more at Ankari's side, still snuggled up to him as though there's a lack of space. There isn't, he's just enjoying the lazy relaxation right before he drops off to sleep. ]
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"Thanks for being you." Ankari is genuinely stunned silent by such words. Nobody has ever wanted him to be himself, he's always been judged by what he isn't or could have been if only fate wasn't so cruel. It is genuinely strange to consider someone appreciates him just as he is. He can't even respond to that directly, growing red at the face and ears from it. Give him a break...
He can at least deflect to Tyler, who is more worthy of that talk than Ankari by a mile.]
You couldn't be better to me, Tyler. Stay all night, stay the morning... move to this room if you like. I'd want you to be so close, if you only wish the same.
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[ A promise easy enough to keep as he feels those tempting fingers of slumber start to press into his mind, slowly drawing away his conscious awareness.
He falls asleep, despite being so unsure about this place to start with, relaxed and secure. Warm and comfortable pressed naked against the body of somebody just as naked. It would blow his mind if he was more awake to really experience it.
Maybe it's clear he at least heard Ankari's words as he dozes off with the corners of his mouth only just starting to flatten out again from his smile. ]
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So, he's particularly relieved to wake up first, finding Tyler still curled up besides him by morning. It was a long, fitless sleep for the elf and he feels... honestly better than he has in decades. His bloom easily returns, covering the musk of undergrowth and wet moss his wither causes. Better to be scented like a spring warm field, sappy and freshly alive rather than part way rotting.
... they are a bit of a mess, aren't they? Dried cum and once slick fluids clung across them both in all manner of places. The memory of just how much passion they had for one another returns with embarrassing quickness. Oh, they did so much.
Ankari should grab the water basin and some hand towels for them. He delicately pulls himself from beneath Tyler to do so, sitting up and hoisting himself off the bed. Feeling so spritely, Ankari doesn't think twice about standing to stride over and grab-
Two steps and he's down flat. Seems even in his brightest bloom his hip and knee will still give out when pushed to quickly. What a snappy yelp and clatter of boney limbs the noises from him are, too.]
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He'd been dreaming until a thud crashes through his awareness and lands right in the pit of his stomach. Fear is what he feels first, bolting upright with a sudden and uncomfortable prickle of panic tweaking at his neck.
With his heart racing, eyes crazed as he flicks his gaze around to find the source of the noise, it quickly settles on the back of Ankari. ...on the floor? ]
Ankari? What... are you doing down there?
[ It's a stupid question, something he realizes as he gets off the bed, still as naked as the night before, and crosses the few short strides to stoop down. ]
Are you okay?
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He hates to ask, but it's worse not too....]
S-s, some help, lad... if you please. [This should feel rather familiar, given Tyler helped him up from the stall, too. He'd played that off as being too drunk to not stagger himself upright. It's more obvious that he's bone sober, this is just something about him. He really just wants a boost up so he can shift back to sit on the bed again]
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Careful to deposit his previous cargo gently, he's concerned enough that not even his by-the-morning-light nakedness is registering. ]
Dead leg?
[ Had he thought more carefully maybe he'd have chosen his words better. For now he's just assuming that Ankari got up too fast. ]
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[too dark a joke to make, definitely. Ankari flopping onto the bed with a graceless groan. He shakes off being stunned from the fall as quick as he can, offering an apologetic look to Tyler]
My apologies, lad, for the rude awakening. You slept well enough, beforehand?
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[ The dark humor sails over Tyler's sleepy morning brain, awake only through shock and not quite up to speed on jokes. He looks concerned, eyes dipping to Ankari's leg as though there's something he can do about it.
But he's not a doctor or a physiotherapist so all he can really offer is his ears to listen. Though not enough to answer the question asked of him. ]
Can I help?
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[Tyler is owed an explanation, hiding it is going to just cause more concern and confusion than speaking truthfully. Ankari hates to do so, he worries he'll get hit with pity, but Tyler has been nothing if not kind.]
Weak hip and a bad knee on the same side. I got rather arrogant there, thinking it wouldn't catch up to me.
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It makes him wonder if Ankari was planning on never mentioning it. Or trying to hide it long-term? He has no idea how that's possible but regardless he sits on the bed next to him and jostles him lightly, taking care not to put too much strain on his hip. ]
After last night I feel like I could do anything, so. I kind of get it?
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