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TEST DRIVE MEME 003
⚰︎ ⍢ ⌲ ⍚ 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: characters arriving in September's application round will arrive in the midst of a two-part event that will continue through October. Players may date their character's arrival any time from September 8th onward.
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: disorientation, loss of direction, hallucinations, time distortion/lost time, aphrodisiacs, group sex, dubious consent, cannibalism and cannibalistic urges, spiders, bondage/restraint, loss of autonomy, body horror, sadism, torture, cult behavior, assault, arson, caging, free use, and public sex.
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: characters arriving in September's application round will arrive in the midst of a two-part event that will continue through October. Players may date their character's arrival any time from September 8th onward.
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: disorientation, loss of direction, hallucinations, time distortion/lost time, aphrodisiacs, group sex, dubious consent, cannibalism and cannibalistic urges, spiders, bondage/restraint, loss of autonomy, body horror, sadism, torture, cult behavior, assault, arson, caging, free use, and public sex.
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.
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.
You may start out alone, or among others sharing stories just like yours, or you may run into others who are fully clothed and ready for a strange expedition ...
LOST WOODS:
The expedition party made their way into the woods on September 14th expecting a direct route to the Void. Instead, they've found themselves lost and disoriented.
Their navigational tools seem useless, leading them around in circles as ancient trees, caves, water sources, and other reliable landmarks do not align with the maps. Trees seem to move — didn't you see that exact deer drinking from the brook a quarter mile ago? The ever-changing and impenetrable maze of the woods may separate characters from one another, or get them so lost that they wind up back at the edge of the wood, staring at castle walls or farmlands.
With no easy measure of their progress, and the treetops obscuring the light, time feels dilated. Characters may feel they've been in the woods for hours when it has been days, or for weeks when it has been hours. The amount of time that passes in the woods will be individualized for each character, and will not match the full month that passes for characters back in town.
Their navigational tools seem useless, leading them around in circles as ancient trees, caves, water sources, and other reliable landmarks do not align with the maps. Trees seem to move — didn't you see that exact deer drinking from the brook a quarter mile ago? The ever-changing and impenetrable maze of the woods may separate characters from one another, or get them so lost that they wind up back at the edge of the wood, staring at castle walls or farmlands.
With no easy measure of their progress, and the treetops obscuring the light, time feels dilated. Characters may feel they've been in the woods for hours when it has been days, or for weeks when it has been hours. The amount of time that passes in the woods will be individualized for each character, and will not match the full month that passes for characters back in town.
While some folx are being turned around and sent back to start, those that make it deeper are in perhaps worse shape. The dilated time and the circuitous nature of their efforts may stretch their week's worth of rations too thin, driving them to rely upon foraged mosses and fruits for sustenance. 
The woods are full of fungi and edible flora with aphrodisiac side effects like increased bloodflow, heightened arousal, and increased tactile sensitivity.
Much like the animals afflicted by the Void, the plant-life here grows strange. The deeper they go, the more troubling the side effects of their foraged sustenance becomes.
Deep in the forest they may find:
The woods are full of fungi and edible flora with aphrodisiac side effects like increased bloodflow, heightened arousal, and increased tactile sensitivity. Much like the animals afflicted by the Void, the plant-life here grows strange. The deeper they go, the more troubling the side effects of their foraged sustenance becomes.
Deep in the forest they may find:
- A moss that makes them hallucinate an idealized sexual experience from deep in their repressed subconscious, which they will determinedly act out.
- The pulsing fruits that grow amongst this moss will render them desperate to orgasm as if they have been edged for hours, but they will find themselves physically incapable of doing so — unless they succumb to its secondary effect, the hunger for still-warm human flesh.
- A nut that grows in bushes leaves those who eat it unable to feel satisfied by just a single partner, seeking out threesomes and moresomes with a lost hiker or another pair.
REVENGE OF THE SPIDERS:
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.
However, some of the clothed expeditioners will be able to tell you that the Duchess of the nearby town has a special relationship to these spiders, and players should expect their treatment of the spiders to influence future events
However, some of the clothed expeditioners will be able to tell you that the Duchess of the nearby town has a special relationship to these spiders, and players should expect their treatment of the spiders to influence future events
BORDER CROSSING:
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.
There are risks associated with Void proximity: increased aggression, paranoia, emotional instability, accelerated monster transformations, and hallucinations.
As the time dilation worsens, characters' monstrous transformations may happen in uneven stages. For instance, a character may manifest a physical aspect or supernatural ability or urge that suits their fully transformed state even if the other aspects of them remain human. These changes can happen totally unprompted, or as a result of their generalized Void proximity symptoms.
Even untransformed, the closer they get to the Void, the more intensely those on the expedition feel intrusive violent and sadistic urges — not just to lash out at others suddenly, but also a fascination with inflicting pain (emotional or physical) that may or may not be erotic in nature. This sadism seems especially potent in anyone with a Niez mark. Those who notice the pattern may be inclined to urge some of their friends to turn back now, before they reach the Void ...
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.
There are risks associated with Void proximity: increased aggression, paranoia, emotional instability, accelerated monster transformations, and hallucinations.
As the time dilation worsens, characters' monstrous transformations may happen in uneven stages. For instance, a character may manifest a physical aspect or supernatural ability or urge that suits their fully transformed state even if the other aspects of them remain human. These changes can happen totally unprompted, or as a result of their generalized Void proximity symptoms.
Even untransformed, the closer they get to the Void, the more intensely those on the expedition feel intrusive violent and sadistic urges — not just to lash out at others suddenly, but also a fascination with inflicting pain (emotional or physical) that may or may not be erotic in nature. This sadism seems especially potent in anyone with a Niez mark. Those who notice the pattern may be inclined to urge some of their friends to turn back now, before they reach the Void ...
writer's block?
If you're struggling to pick a way to engage the prompts, try: naked hiking, fighting or getting webbed up by spiders, acting out a hallucination, or grappling with aphrodisiac flower symptoms!
TOWNIE TROUBLES
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.
BUNKING UP:
The locals may still direct newcomers 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.
Don't spend too much time exploring, 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.
Don't spend too much time exploring, 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.
ON THURSDAY WE HAVE ORGIES:
On Thursdays, religious ceremony spills into the streets as soon as the sun and the children are safely abed. Dancing locals paint 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! 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 (thirsty) person might notice that their fellow woodsfolk also have one of these somewhere on their body.
The folks dancing and selling their wares are all offering their energies to give thanks and ask for their god's patronage! The abstractions are all familiar — fertility, harvest, peace. Smalltalk makes them eager to chat and draw you into those festivities — including some ceremonial wax-dripping on the exposed parts of your body! 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.
The folks dancing and selling their wares are all offering their energies to give thanks and ask for their god's patronage! The abstractions are all familiar — fertility, harvest, peace. Smalltalk makes them eager to chat and draw you into those festivities — including some ceremonial wax-dripping on the exposed parts of your body! 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.
CULT CONSCIOUSNESS:
Usually, the people of the town are very generous, but the atmosphere of the town this month is a little ... darker.
Word has spread around town that some of the void-touched chose to remain behind, and perceptions turn critical rather quickly. Even those who thought they might offer support in alternative ways, or who weren't quite up for making the trek for various valid reasons, will be seen as refusing to help the Duchess. The townspeople increasingly consider those who stayed behind to be a threat to their beloved matriarch.
This unpopularity has consequences, as the townspeople of Rubilykskoye not only see no problem with acting upon their everyday violent urges, but feel that it's their civic duty! Newcomers who are just settling in won't be spared either, as they're found guilty by association for emerging from the wood instead of staying within it to join up with the expedition team.
As a result, the void-touched who stay behind will be targeted for everyday acts of violence and intimidation: they may be attacked on their way to work, or at the tavern. One reckless individual tries to set the boarding house aflame. Players are welcome to invent and resolve their own conflicts here,
but please make sure to reach out to a moderator if you feel it might be something that leads to meaningful consequences.
This behavior escalates over the course of the month, and by mid-month, the blacksmith has produced a number of stocks and human-sized cages to sit out in the town square. NPC townspeople will not hesitate to gang up on the void-touched, strip them, and throw them into these devices to 'learn a lesson' about being a part of this community. Similarly, the townspeople see no issue with sating their sexual urges with the folx who are caged, whether they're willing or not.
Word has spread around town that some of the void-touched chose to remain behind, and perceptions turn critical rather quickly. Even those who thought they might offer support in alternative ways, or who weren't quite up for making the trek for various valid reasons, will be seen as refusing to help the Duchess. The townspeople increasingly consider those who stayed behind to be a threat to their beloved matriarch.
This unpopularity has consequences, as the townspeople of Rubilykskoye not only see no problem with acting upon their everyday violent urges, but feel that it's their civic duty! Newcomers who are just settling in won't be spared either, as they're found guilty by association for emerging from the wood instead of staying within it to join up with the expedition team.
As a result, the void-touched who stay behind will be targeted for everyday acts of violence and intimidation: they may be attacked on their way to work, or at the tavern. One reckless individual tries to set the boarding house aflame. Players are welcome to invent and resolve their own conflicts here,
but please make sure to reach out to a moderator if you feel it might be something that leads to meaningful consequences. This behavior escalates over the course of the month, and by mid-month, the blacksmith has produced a number of stocks and human-sized cages to sit out in the town square. NPC townspeople will not hesitate to gang up on the void-touched, strip them, and throw them into these devices to 'learn a lesson' about being a part of this community. Similarly, the townspeople see no issue with sating their sexual urges with the folx who are caged, whether they're willing or not.
writer's block?
If you're struggling to pick a way to engage the prompts, try: acquiring clothing or other inventory items, staking your claim on a bedroom, or wrassling with a local who's trying to throw that character into a cage!
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No, I will not shut up! I've just been manhandled by a bunch of revolting extras from Frankenstein or some shit!
[He's so huffy about it! He sits a bit more comfortably, looping a long skinny arm around his knees. He squints at Junpei.]
How are you not making a fuss?
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This guy’s way of speaking tells him that he’s not one of the locals, and his voice isn’t ringing any bells from the mind link. He also isn’t someone that he’s noticed around town over the months. While it’s not out of the realm of possibility there might be established void touched that he hasn’t at least caught a glimpse of before now, the amount of piss and vinegar this one has strikes him as odd. His was beaten and fucked out of him days ago.
Iggy’s question is ignored in favor of quietly asking him one of his own, irritation in his tone only slightly diminished. ]
… did you wake up in the forest recently?
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[He really and truly does not seem to understand the absurdity of this statement.
He looks around the cage, half heartedly searching for... something. A stick, a sharp piece of metal, a VHS player with a tape in it where a puppet will ask them if they want to play a game... anything.]
Why, does that happen a lot?
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He tucks his head back down, suddenly somehow even more exhausted than before. Going over their entire messy, ridiculous, inscrutable situation with this guy is just not something he has the patience to do right now. It was a clusterfuck when he had arrived, but it’s only gotten more disgusting and complicated and he doesn’t have any answers to offer.
So, he keeps things simple. To spare his aching everything. ]
Yeah. It does.
Yelling won’t change anything. Save it.
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Cautiously, he inches a little closer.]
Hey.
Are you hurt?
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'Hurt' is what I was a few days ago.
[ 'Hurt' feels quaint. Much like the scope of their shared predicament, a specific rundown of his current physical issues is much too overwhelming for what energy he has to work with. That's not even touching what's going on inside of his head. That pulsing, oozing sore isn't going to be shown to a stranger, even if it's as responsible for his current state as the bodily ills. ]
You'll understand soon.
[ Then there's a low scoff. ]
Idiots. Now they're dragging people who are totally clueless about their stupid Duchess into this? I'd call it a hivemind if I thought they had minds at all.
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He scoots another inch closer.]
How long have you been stuck in here?
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[ Out of reflex, his body tenses up when he senses the other moving closer. Arms wrapped around his legs pull them closer, tighter. ]
If you mean the cage ... I don't know. They move me around. I can't really keep track.
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[He stops, frowning.]
...okay. We're getting out of here.
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If you had the ability to get out of here, why did you even waste all that time screeching?
[ If he hadn't found himself unable to summon his shikigami since being brought back from the dead at the start of the month, he certainly wouldn't be wasting his time on pointless dramatics. ]
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[Not that he has one yet, either. He bites at his thumb, thinking.]
What do they want? The revolting peasants, I mean.
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[ Junpei's interpretation of the quest isn't just laced with bias, it's basting in it. ]
Up until they turned on us, I worked in the local clinic. I ran myself ragged learning to help patch them up with what primitive means are available to us. I don't have any experience surviving in the wilderness, so I reasoned I'd be of more use staying behind. They disagree.
cw: implied sexual assualt
[He peers out between the bars, trying to see what people are getting up to in the other cages and--
He yelps and scoots back from the bars. He looks at Junpei with wide eyes as he finally understands exactly how much trouble they're in.]
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He can’t do anything. He’s right back where he was at school, just letting the delinquents pummel him and waiting for when they’d get bored. But there had been only three of them, and the townspeople can take turns. There’s no dropping out either, no distractions of theaters and movies to avoid the ugly reality. ]
… sorry.
[ The venom is gone from his voice, it’s simply exhausted and sad. Useless. ]
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[He chews at his thumb, thinking furiously.]
What if... If we get one of them in here and distracted - you could choke him out, or sneak out the door befits ut closes?
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Then, purely by chance, his eyes catch sight of someone in the crowd that sparks an idea.
Keeping perfectly still, he whispers to his cagemate. ]
Pretend you're sleeping.
[ Then, he brings himself shakily to his knees, moving to one side of the cage and pressing himself up against the bars. In a voice silky and sweet, he calls out to a man looking over a captive in the next cage. ]
Pavlo ...
[ It takes a few tries, but the man looks over, and when he has his eyes, Junpei smiles warmly and beckons him with a finger. The man seems unsure at first, looking around, but then he's walking towards them, meeting Junpei's smile with his own. There is a ring of keys on his belt, jangling with each lumbering step. If the other guys are brick walls, Pavlo is the whole fortress. ]
A voice will suddenly intrude in Iggy's brain: Get ready to run. ]
Yeah, witness my 5 am typos!! Jfc
Iggy does as he's told with no hesitation. His genius plan was literally "I'll fuck a guy and you run!" and it looks like they might be on the same page. He's not about to argue over who should be the honeypot right now.
He feigns sleep, peeking through his lashes. He doesn't twitch at all at the psychic intrusion - he's used to sudden disembodied voices.
He realises he has no idea where the fuck he's going to run to, and that he can't very well leave this kid behind.
Well. Too late now. He tenses his legs, readying himself to bolt.]
go to SLEEP EMMA
Eyes dart to the ring of keys, then to somewhere nearby. Around Pavlo's lower abdomen. There. Junpei has a nugget of information that makes him the more valuable honeypot in this scenario, but he can't reveal that to Iggy just yet. All he needs to do is use that energy he displayed when he was thrown in with him to run like hell.
Fingers trace along to lips, dipping in. One more whispered plea, so sugary and fond.
There's a beat, hanging in the air for one anxious, miserable second. Then, Pavlo is reaching for the key to the cage. So close. It's so close. The door swings open, the cage vibrating with the man's sheer bulk. Junpei is pulling himself up him with unsteady hands, scaling him like he's a tree. Slow, seductive, making sure the eyes beneath that fuzzy unibrow are locked on him. That's right. Just look at me. Like I'm a meal and you're going to --
NOW.
Wham! Every last bit of strength the teenager has left goes into slamming his fist into a specific spot on Palov's lower gut that has the man doubling over, screaming as if he's a child. ]
...I did. but not because you told me to!
Iggy is not a fighter. He doesn't know how to throw a punch, he never exercises, and he smokes at least half a pack a day. He is so ill-equipped for this world and its dangers that it's laughable.
So he doesn't jump on Pavlo's back or try to find a weapon. No, he runs up behind him and kicks one long leg between the man's beefy legs, swinging upward until he slams his foot into his balls.
Then he grabs for Junpei.]
Come on, come on!
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It’s amazing what an adrenaline rush can do, even when you’re sore and starved. The burst of energy won’t last Junpei very long, but for the moment he’s able to keep up with Iggy. ]
Perv … from the clinic …
[ He explains between desperate pants, feet moving seemingly on their own out of pure panic. ]
… has an injury from … a bar fight …
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He's tall so his stride is long, but he's not a runner. He's panting almost as much as Junpei and he doesn't have the excuse of having been treated like an animal for days.]
Good fucking memory.
[He spots a narrow alley festooned with hanging laundry and he tugs Junpei down it, hoping the fabric will hide their escape a little more. It smells faintly of wet stone and the cobbles are cold and damp beneath their feet as they run.]
Where is safe? We gotta... get inside?
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[ Said with palpable disdain. He’s not keen on being successfully bullied into heading in the direction they want him to go.
Now that they’re slightly hidden he slows down, legs shaky as it is and not wanting to slip on the damp stones. ]
Nowhere in town is safe. They’ll just drag us back into the cages.
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[He carefully pulls down some of the drying laundry, handing some pants that are probably too big to Junpei. He himself wiggles into a huge nightshirt.]
This is so fucked up. We didn't do anything.
[Deep breath.]
We'll stick together. There's a stream in the woods, we can follow that.
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That seems like years ago. Had it really only been less than half of one? So much had happened since …
Shaking it off, he hastily slips into the pants as best he can with how loosely they fit. ]
Yeah … okay.
[ Eyes flick to the entrance of the alley. There were some people whose status he wasn’t entirely sure of, but he could try and reach out via the mind link once they were a reasonable distance from town. ]
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He looks to make sure Junpei is coming with him and not falling over.]
Thanks for getting us out. I owe you one.
[He means it genuinely too. This is a bit of a rare thing since normally he tends to look after only himself.
The alley opens onto another street of course before continuing past more buildings. These look like they might be residential. The actual street appears empty, and Iggy motions for Junpei to hurry across with him.
The second alley doesn't have the benefit of any laundry to hide them, but it seems safe for the moment.]
You said there's a clinic. Is it too dangerous to take you there instead of trying to Boy Scout our way through the woods?
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