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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.
Dinah Lance (Black Canary) - DCEU
Hey! Hey! Do you know what the fuck is going on?
Little Town...
[Dinah makes it to the town and through the gates without incident.Once inside, she's greeted by a sea of people in the most immodest outfits she's seen - which is saying something considering she's from Gotham. She greets those who say hi with an uneasy grin and raised eyebrows. Eventually, when she sees someone who looks as discomforted as she feels, she approaches them.]
Where did you get your - uh - I dunno if I can call that clothes. But I mean, better than naked, right?
Religious ceremony
Is this a cult?
[Dinah has to laugh because the nerves are getting the better of her.]
I mean, yeah. Yeah. Why not, huh? Why not join a damn cult?
[She flexes her shoulders uncomfortably, the tattoos - a wilk symbol on her left shoulderblade and a canary on her right - rippling as she does.]
Go the whole damn way. Let them drip their damn wax - oh. Shit. I didn't mean -
[But a passerby has overheard her and taken her sarcastic words for permission and approaches with a candle. Dinah looks at whoever's closest to her.]
You ready to get freaky here?
Room and Board
[Dinah's not bothered about where she sleeps. It's not the first time she's found herself homeless and a boarding house is luxury compared to where she thought she'd be sleeping. She manages to claim a bed and sits down to start picking the bits of wax out of the bottom of her lox.]
Damn it!
[She looks up when she feels eyes watching her.]
Hey.
[She doesn't particularly smile but she's not hostile either.]
There's a bed there if you're tired. I mean, it's a free country so...
[She gestures to the bed.]
At least, I think it's a free country?
Religious ceremony
Do you think this is a type of torture? Everyone seems friendly enough. But depending on the temperature of the wax...What kind of ritual is this?
no subject
[Dinah’s still trying to crack jokes]
Wax is a bitch to get off. I just don’t get why they’re using it like this?
no subject
[Give the guy a break, he was from ancient China, where body hair was seen as a form of veneration as something your parents gave you.]
It can be. Though if heated enough it can burn rather badly. Perhaps they're going to paint a talisman on us and use it to summon something? This writing is nothing like the talismans I'm used to...
[Though when the wax dripped down his chest it didn't hurt as much as give a warm sensation down his arm.]
no subject
[Dinah notes his clueless look and quickly says,] Never mind.
[It's too late to say more because the stranger is tipping his candle and wax drips onto the slope of Dinah's exposed breast. It's warm but not unpleasant; she looks surprised.]
Nah. I think they're just... getting off on it? And kinda expecting us to get off on it too?
↪ little town
--but it's at least a bit more than the locals are flaunting, and what they'll offer if either of them ask. They're friendly--or they seem to be; she doesn't always trust niceness, and locals that are a little too friendly to an influx of new souls hit a part of her that sends up alarm bells--but she needed something a little more modest.
She startles, slightly, as the woman approaches but there's something like a smile when she hears the question ]
I stole it from a clothesline. [ Nile shrugs and then winces as the motion raises the tunic up to show it's the only thing she managed to pilfer ] Underwear wasn't exactly on the menu.
no subject
[Dinah's envious.]
I feel shit stealing though. But I guess... I mean, we don't have much choice, do we?
religious ceremony
Heh. I'm always a freak. This is smalltime... but fun. Praise be to the Undying King, am I right?
no subject
[Dinah asks, approaching Ianthe. She stops short of her being able to drip the wax easily onto Dinah though.]
Are you from here? What's this place's deal?
no subject
His Celestial Kindliness, the First Reborn, and The Necrolord Prime: the Emperor of the Nine Houses of the Dominicus System. AKA God. [She added on with a motion toward the locals in prayer. In truth, Ianthe wasn't sure if the God they referred to was indeed the Emperor, but it was the card she was playing.]
But no, I'm not from here, but I am one of the Undying King's lyctors, so I'm sure I'll eventually figure out why I'm here. Until then, I'm going to 'walk among the people' or just enjoy myself. Probably both.
Little Town
Someone gave them to me.
[He hadn't even needed to employ much of the big sad puppy dog eyes and the long sad story he was capable of telling to make people feel sorry for him. This time, they'd just been generous right off the bat once he asked for help with getting clothes.]
no subject
[She watches him for a minute.]
What are you doing?
no subject
[Alas, no weapons had been offered yet, but Ivar could make his own if need be. He had the technical knowledge and had done so before.
He ripped another long strip, examined it, and was satisfied. He began tying it snugly around his upper legs.]
It's easier for me to move if my legs are tied together.
[Since he had no way to control their movement, they just flopped about useless and made it harder to crawl. While he hadn't outright said it, the fact he physically couldn't walk was apparent with the clues at hand. The fact he was sitting down and hadn't made any attempt to move, the explanation for tying his legs together, the scrapes and bruises all along his upper body from crawling through the forest with the dirt that was covering his hands and under his nails.]