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rubilykskoye mods ([personal profile] rubimods) wrote in [community profile] rubimemes2023-05-18 06:35 pm
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TEST DRIVE MEME 001

⚰︎ ⍢ ⌲ ⍚ TEST DRIVE MEME:
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.

FAQSETTINGCALENDARRESERVESAPPLICATIONS

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.




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.

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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daemon targaryen / hotd ( skala )

[personal profile] kyvanon 2023-05-21 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)
pajak wood.
( he thinks he drank himself unconscious.
 
the fact that he's nude means little, the nausea even less. what's different, however, is the rustling of the foliage and the familiar call of the woods. had he wandered too far from the city? rode caraxes out beyond the shores and fallen? daemon almost scoffs at the idea even as he runs a hand through his hair, pushing strands of it out of the way and ignoring the leaves caught in its ends. later, he would deal with it. right now, he must concern himself with this
getting to his feet, he only moves far enough to gauge the sun and the time. midday, perhaps. and that's exactly when he notices it: the quick crawl of the ground moving towards him. 

at first, daemon doesn't flee. he is no coward, and facing whatever manner of creature threatens to attack him has him standing his ground. even the massive number of them is no cause to waver, but after a moment, he turns and moves quickly through the trees and branches, ignoring the pain of stepping on rocks and sticks with bare feet. at the very least, he needs a weapon, and then, he will best anything and everyone that comes across his path.
 
when that happens, there are a few possibilities: 
( a ) he will have already found some of the sticks and rocks to be used, tossing something that looks like a makeshift spear at your feet as if recruiting you without saying a single word


( b ) it's been long enough that he's set up a makeshift camp and has a fire going, crouched next to it and still mostly naked. there might also be some of the spiders' blood smeared across his face and in his white-blond hair, creating a rather alarming appearance.

( c ) daemon will save you from these demons, big or small. but it might come at a later price.


regardless, he will eventually travel far enough to find others who might be willing to hold a conversation. )

everyday + room & board.
( he makes his rounds.
 
the town, though unfamiliar, reminds him somewhat of king's landing. or, rather, the finer points of flea bottom and some of the markets he's visited on occasion. there is a moment he is almost homesick as he discovers what this place has to offer, but daemon brushes it off and ignores what little feelings he has for his old home before turning his attention to the locals.
 
mingling with them is easy enough. some of them look at him with a recognizable hunger and others with an almost dismissive air. none, he finds, know the name targaryen in this place, and it irks him that he must no longer be somewhere within the known world. the details he's given are few and far between, but he may loiter near a wax dripping ceremony as if contemplating its merits and sealing his like among the townspeople.
 
afterward, when he's grown exhausted of pleasantries, daemon navigates his way to the board house that's been designated for them. he hasn't any care to speak to anyone there, finding the first available room and eyeing the contents of it as he enters. there's a frown as he stares at whoever happens to already be inside, arms at a neutral place by his sides. )
 

Get out. ( the demand is firm, and if that isn't enough, he's still very much naked. )

wildcard.
( i'm very much open to any other sort of scenarios if anyone wants to play around with those! pm this account if you'd like to plot out stuff. not 100% on canon point, so flexible. will also match whatever style. )
ragnarsson: ([18.6] Stop being stupid)

Room & Board

[personal profile] ragnarsson 2023-05-22 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
[Ivar had been quick to claim a room on the first floor of the boarding house. He wasn't about to deal with the struggles of trying to get up and down the stairs of the other floors every day. He was busy sharpening the crude stone knife he'd made in the woods into something more well-crafted when the strange man ordered him out as if he was a dog lying in his path.

His ice-blue eyes glared at the stranger, noting he was naked for only a few seconds before he looked back up. Without even thinking about it he flipped the knife around in his dominant hand into a position ready for a fight.]


I think not.

[It wasn't obvious at first glance that Ivar couldn't walk given he was sitting down on the bed but a closer look would reveal strips of cloth tied tightly around the pair of pants he'd been given to keep his useless limbs from flopping about.]
crispincole: ([Criston] Annoyed)

Pajak Woods: A.

[personal profile] crispincole 2023-05-22 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
[Criston had seen the telltale silver hair of the Targaryen prince. At a distance, he had hoped it was Aemond, as they share similar looks, but the lack of eyepatch cleared any doubts and hopes he had. For now, he keeps his distance, focusing on making a fire and find a way to cover his nakedness.

The spear is noted with disdain before being kicked away. Why should he help Prince Daemon? He might well end up doing all the work, given he knocked Daemon on his backside last time they fought.]


Do it yourself.
telepathy: (pic#16177824)

A

[personal profile] telepathy 2023-05-22 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ mavis doesn't touch the makeshift spear. she's eating one of the few fruits that she was able to determine were safe, working her teeth over the pit to pull every last scrap of flesh from it.

she stares at the spear for a moment, then finally tosses the fruit pit away.
]

What do you want for it? [ she asks this without reaching out to examine it. she stops to suck at her fingers. ]
guylining: ((older) c a u g h t)

Wood: A

[personal profile] guylining 2023-07-04 11:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ Nate had burst into the clearing, fallen, and then scrambled back to his feet. He pulls webbing off his arms, ready for the evil fucking demon spider to come through after him, and then -

A spear lands. He wheels around, startled to find anyone else even there. Much less someone as naked as he is, but with weapons on hand.

Nate grabs the spear, and from his hand, light spreads through the wood and streams up into the tip, sharpening it and putting flames around it. Nate holds it back out to the man.
]

Thanks. Odds are you'll be better with it. There's like six of them after me, and you'll get maybe ten fireballs out of that spear before-

[ And we'll just have to hope that's instruction enough, because now there's a red horde upon them. Nate throws up his hands in time to freeze something that one of them spits at him, and then he dives out of the way, operating on adrenaline alone. ]