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TEST DRIVE MEME 001
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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, waxplay, character death, and references to children in proximity to sexual situations.
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Welcome to RUBILYKSKOYE — a dark, horror-smut game where player choices will drive a mod-run storyline about the world and its NPCs. For the first round, this test drive serves as characters' arrival into game.
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.
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
This log additionally has warnings for: nudity, spiders, waxplay, character death, and references to children in proximity to sexual situations.
Welcome to RUBILYKSKOYE — a dark, horror-smut game where player choices will drive a mod-run storyline about the world and its NPCs. For the first round, this test drive serves as characters' arrival into game.
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.
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.
AWAKENING IN PAJAK WOOD
The chirping of partridges in the treetops rouses you. Light barely filters through the canopy, just enough to suggest warmth of the sun. By the time it reaches the forest floor, the daylight has taken on a sickly green tinge. You lie amongst the mosses and ferns, the 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.Fortunately, you seem to be alone. The birdsong continues 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. Amongst gnarled oaks and moss, you see nothing around. No sign of civilization or sentient life. Movement flickers at the corner of your eye, but it's just a curious animal — brave squirrels or lizards who have come to see what stirs in their home.
Then, like the rippling of the horizon at noontime, the ash-gray soil around you undulates. Sea, not earth. Something else has come to greet you — their grey bodies blended in so easily with the floor, but as you stagger to your feet, you see them. Thousands of spiders roll like waves underfoot. They crawl towards you from the darker edge of the forest.
attack
Individuals who attack the spiders will find the small spiders are easy to kill, but the pheromones released by their corpses draw larger spiders in their place. 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 will attempt to use their webbing to handicap 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.
hunt
Any aspiring monster-hunters enterprising enough to try to follow the spiders to their nest will move eastward. This way, the forest grows darker and darker — though the sun never grows warm red-gold with sunset.
In the void, the birdsong is replaced by the click of mandibles and the skitter of many legs, but soon it is impossible to see. Even with the brightest magical light does not reach further than a few inches. The air grows heavy and thick, 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. Soon, you cannot move at all.
Turn back while you still can — collapsing out here is dangerous. The void can play tricks on your senses. You may find yourself reliving unhappy memories or hallucinating your worst nightmares.
In the void, the birdsong is replaced by the click of mandibles and the skitter of many legs, but soon it is impossible to see. Even with the brightest magical light does not reach further than a few inches. The air grows heavy and thick, 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. Soon, you cannot move at all.
Turn back while you still can — collapsing out here is dangerous. The void can play tricks on your senses. You may find yourself reliving unhappy memories or hallucinating your worst nightmares.
But flee the spiders westward and you will discover that the wood is well-populated with the survival resources that someone might seek — berries bushes and trees bearing stone fruits; sticks and dry leaves to aid in the building of a fire; rocks big enough to fashion into crude weapons; small animals that can be hunted or caught; hike long enough, and you might just find the freshwater stream that runs north-to-south, populated by both poisonous toads and delicious crawdads.
What's more, you may run into others with stories just like yours. Some may have already formed clumsy nudist hiking parties, others may still be naked and confused and processing how they have no memory of how they got here. They all stagger vaguely, as you do, with only the sun for a waymarker — and even that won't last long.
Now is a good time to overcome any hang-ups you have about modesty, as it's going to be a long hike. If you sneak a good look at your new companions, you may four varietals of marks on their bodies. Maybe someone will even point out that you have one, too.
EVERY DAY LIKE THE ONE BEFORE
Hike far enough — or long enough that the sun does go down — and signs of life come into view. The glow of fires and lights, the smooth curve of a stone wall. A town sits at the edge of this wood, a reward to the survivors.The fifty-foot wall of beige stone protecting the town's perimeter has only a single entrance — an iron gate positioned on the southern edge. When you arrive, the gate is already open, welcoming people into town from the winding dirt road. Attentive eyes may note that the road itself bears the mark of many wagon wheels and horse hoofs, but not cars.
guards
The guards grant entry to anyone who attempts a conversation with them. However, if your character is more likely to attempt to sneak in, overcome the guards, or attack them, please reach out HERE.
Inside the wall lies a quaint, historic town with a population around five thousand. The streets are cobbled, and their signs are 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 bank — 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.
No matter what time you pass through the gate, the streets are full of people. The climate of the bustle befits a night market or a busy friday downtown — plenty of people to ogle at your exposed body. But despite any efforts on your part to hide or make excuses, the locals don't seem offended by your nakedness. Even families with children don't gawk or look twice. In fact, the further into town you go, the more you may notice that 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! If anything, they seem to be under the impression that you're naked to participate in the evening's events with the rest of them.
Those still determined to find proper clothing will find that modern clothing stores aren't a thing here. The closest this town has is a tailor's shop, which is closed for religious observance, and a stand in the central marketplace selling scarves and blankets.
Fortunately, the people of the town are very generous! The locals will gladly share what they have with those who ask politely — but those items are as revealing as what they're wearing. You might get a mesh bodysuit or drape outfit. Remember not to be ungracious! it's only appropriate for the occasion.
steal clothing
Anyone unwilling to ask nicely for help could break into someone's house or yard to steal some of their clean laundry. Notably, inside their homes, the people of the town also appear to own some more modest apparel. Be sure to alert us HERE if your character pursues this option.
And what is the occasion? The locals are excited and flattered by any interest in their ordinary weekly prayer: 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!
Anyone who chats at length with the townspeople will gather that the locals feel it's better for the newcomers to dive into the deep-end because, since you'll be settling in here, they expect you'll want to participate down the line. They seem to be under the impression that the new arrivals are a boon from their god.
In addition, many of the locals' choice of clothes reveal the same four types of marks on their bodies as the folx who were wandering out in the wood!
ROOM AND BOARD
Once you're tired out, the locals will help you find a place to stay. The boarding house is several stories tall and spacious, accessible through an embellished iron garden gate and obscured by hanging plants, trees, and vines. 
Beyond the overgrown yard is a bright red door, which opens into a spacious cottage.
The house has clearly been empty for some time — dust has gathered on various furnishings — bedding, sofas, curtains, wooden tables. According to the locals, it has remained empty since its last occupant passed away, and that's all they'll say about that!
Each floor of the house has a shared sitting room, but only the first floor has a kitchen — large enough to support feeding the entire household. Here, a few of the townspeople will help out — they stock the kitchen and help make dinner for the new arrivals.
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.
Beyond the overgrown yard is a bright red door, which opens into a spacious cottage. The house has clearly been empty for some time — dust has gathered on various furnishings — bedding, sofas, curtains, wooden tables. According to the locals, it has remained empty since its last occupant passed away, and that's all they'll say about that!
Each floor of the house has a shared sitting room, but only the first floor has a kitchen — large enough to support feeding the entire household. Here, a few of the townspeople will help out — they stock the kitchen and help make dinner for the new arrivals.
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.
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He makes a thoughtful face at her suggestion and even glances around, apparently disappointed that there isn't a knife nearby. He really would like to see what her blood looks like. ]
I guess it's not every day you meet someone who looks like they've come from a Disney parade. We're funny like that.
[ Impulsively, he reaches out to put a hand on her belly to see what it feels like, clearly not caring if she doesn't want to be touched or doesn't like it -- welcome to life with Dr. House. ]
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I'm not sure what a 'Disney' is-- Oh!
[She jumps, alarmed when he suddenly touches her, but she goes still and tense, muscles clenching under his hand. It mostly just tickles her a little, but she gives him a surprise, mildly exasperated look] You could have asked.
[Her skin is smooth, but with a similar texture like rubber, like House is petting a dolphin.]
My people are called the Zora. We're an aquatic race. [She raises her hand to show off the colorful fins on her forearms.]
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[ It makes about as much sense as anything else. House does indeed pet her stomach, stroking his fingertips down her belly, fascinated by the texture of her skin and trying to map out the muscles and organs beneath it.
When she displays the fins on her arms, he accepts them with the same distracted interest, as if not particularly surprised. Truthfully, he still doesn't believe this is anything more than a strangely detailed dream brought on by some kind of accident back in New Jersey, so these new revelations merely enforce his theory. Of course she's some kind of fish person -- why not? Maybe the doctors around his comatose body are talking about having sushi for lunch. Though he'd never have expected his own imagination to be so vivid or creative. ]
And your people don't wear clothes?
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We don't. It would slow us down too much in the water, although some like to wear sashes or cloaks at times. Most of us wear jewelry instead and often make our own.
[She's pretty proud of all the pieces she made and rather sad that it apparently counted enough as clothes to also be taken from her.]
My name is Mipha, by the way. If you're going to be poking and prodding at me, can I at least have your name as well?
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[ So to speak. He leaves his hand on her a little longer, then drops it. As it is, just one look at her is enough to blow the minds of every geneticist he knows. He doesn't need to keep touching her to know she's probably different all the way down, though he does want to see what that thing on her head is -- maybe later.
House looks up at her, considering things. ]
I'm Dr. House. You can call me.. Dr. House. Mipha, does that mean anything in your language? Great legs? Cute butt? Fish eyes?
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Doctor... Are you a healer, or a scientist? [She looks up curiously, though she immediately grows a bit flustered at his... ?? Compliments?? What does she even call that. She clears her throat]
It's music notes. Do, re, mi, fa, so, la, ti. My younger brother's name is also derived from music notes-- His name is Sidon, and our father is King Dorephan.
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[ He's assuming that reference might go over her strangely shaped head. Settling back on the bed, he idly rubs a hand over his leg, massaging the aching muscles that aren't there any more. ]
I'm a healer and a scientist. And a great piano player, actually. And a Gemini.
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Is your leg bothering you? I'm also a healer-- would you mind if I try? [She wouldn't be able to bring the muscle back or completely heal him, but she at least coule relieve the pain for a little while, maybe.]
((OOC: Just let me know if you want her healing to help w/the pain for a bit or not!))
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[ That gets an honestly surprised look; he's used to people asking about his leg, but he doesn't usually get an offer of help right off the bat. His scepticism, however, wins out -- he narrows his eyes at her suspiciously. ]
Try? Try what? If this is some sort of reiki thing, you should know that my energies are very intense. Got a lot of stored up chi in my chakras.
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[She walks up to him as she speaks, holding her hands out over the leg he'd been rubbing.]
It'll be easier to show you. Don't worry, it's painless. [Her hands glow, a bright light hovering between her hands and his leg. Though it won't repair the muscle, it'll at least alleviate the pain he has for a little while.]
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[ It's not so much the glow that makes him yelp as much as the thunderclap of -- nothing. Not a sudden increase in pain or pressure, or even the touch of her hands, it's the sudden lack of pain, a feeling he hasn't experienced since his brief flirtations with high end opiates.
He pants with the shock, struggling to find words, and looks up at her with wide round eyes. ]
What did you do?
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She smiles warmly and rests her hands at her sides]
I told you: Healing. I have a rare gift for it, even among my people. They call it 'Mipha's Grace.' I wasn't able to repair the damage that was done to your leg, but I can at least do this much. It should last at least a day or so.
[She thinks, anyhow, she's not entirely sure with this world. It could last unless he pushes himself too much or something like that. She's not sure. It'll be an experiment!]
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He's got about a foot in height over Mipha and has to step around her to walk across the room and back again, testing the limits of his newly pain-free limb. The happiness he wants to feel conflicts with his lack of ability to explain what's happened. ]
So this is.. magic? You did this with magic? Do you know how insane that sounds?
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Is it? [She tilts her head, brow(ridge) furrowed a little in amused confusion] Magic isn't that rare where I come from, though it's not usually this...potent. [For lack of a better word.]
I'm not entirely sure why, but I have this gift and I intend to share it as much as I can.
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[ He paces back and forth while he speaks, stretching his leg experimentally. Then he glances over at her. ]
You should be careful.
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I'll be careful. [Which is easy enough to say.] But I also can't allow myself to do nothing when I can help.
And who knows? Perhaps my gift isn't so rare here. I'll just have to wait and see. [She tilts her head and then nods toward his leg]
I don't know how long it will last, but there's no limit on using my ability. When it starts to bother you again, just come see me. I'll gladly heal it again.