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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

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.

FAQ: DEATH RULES

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.

SETTING: THE VOID

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.

FAQ: CURSE MARKS

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.

SETTING: CRIME

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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

awakening

[ The first thought Yennefer has upon waking in the middle of the woods is that it's far from the first time she's opened her eyes to a place like this — but unlike before, she's wearing significantly less in the way of clothing, stripped of everything save the obsidian pendant around her neck. Its weight in the hollow of her throat is an unexpected comfort, even as she struggles to rise to her feet.

Once the ground begins to ripple around her, she barely has a second to perceive the danger — but she is prepared to do one of two things, and it depends entirely on who might be within earshot to reach her first.

If you're of a mind to fight the spiders alongside her, then it turns out she doesn't need to be in possession of any clothing in order to channel — chaos rising up into her fingertips, power she draws on gratefully in order to send a blast of energy at the advancing creatures, sending most of them flying. She may only be able to make a temporary stand, especially once she's joined by similarly-thinking company, but her head whips in the direction of any new arrival, dark hair temporarily obscuring her features: ] You wouldn't happen to know anything about killing these things, would you?

[ On the other hand, if you want to run instead, then she'll abandon the possibility of a fight in order to flee too — she recognizes the importance of living to another day, especially when a lack of clothing makes her especially vulnerable, and she won't wait around to discover whether there are any greater threats before turning to leave in haste. It may take some walking, but the moment she hears the sound of running water she'll relent in her pace, stopping before the trickling stream to catch her breath. ] I don't think they're following us anymore.

every day like the one before

[ Yennefer's been walking much too long for her liking — her feet are aching and bruised, and she's already envisioning a bath in her very near future as soon as she spots the glow of fires off in the distance. Whatever town this is, it's her greatest potential hope for enduring her circumstances — even if she's come to the conclusion that she's no longer on the Continent, at least nowhere that she could profess familiarity with.

It comes as something of a surprise that the guards don't bar her entry — as soon as she attempts to speak with them, they move to allow her past the walls, but Yennefer has no opportunity to even so much as experience the slightest hint of embarrassment over being naked, especially once she gets her first look at what others in the town happen to be wearing.

Still, some garment is better than nothing at all, and eventually she manages to talk her way into a dress for herself — even if its neckline has almost no bodice to speak of, most of her breasts plainly visible while the rest of her is ironically, discreetly covered up by comparison. She isn't surprised, then, when the first person she collides with — someone who appears a little more daunted by their surroundings, and therefore easily identifiable as someone not of this place — seems to be looking directly at her chest. On a sigh, she finally declares, somewhat hoarsely: ] My eyes are up here.

room and board

[ The boarding house is a bit more impressive than any roadside inn she's slept in before, but as long as the bed offers some semblance of comfort, Yennefer's already realizing she can't afford to be too picky about her accommodations.

After securing herself some food from the dining area, and making only the bare minimum of conversation with locals, she retreats to the room she's been offered, with nothing but a bath and as much sleep as she can achieve on her mind — she'll seek more answers come morning.

By the time the bedroom door opens again, Yennefer has already stripped out of her borrowed dress, using a basin of water and a clean cloth to wash herself by hand — her naked body displaying much of her journey through the woods, including fresh cuts from sharp stones and scrapes from brushing past overgrowth. But there is the niez mark on her too, the dark gray lines that look startlingly like scratches running along her shoulderblade — and unbeknownst to her. Whether her unexpected occupant pauses to gape at her or not, Yennefer glances past them with a brief upward jerk of her chin. ] If you're going to stand there, close the door. You're letting in a chill.

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[ if you want a more specific prompt or to run into yennefer elsewhere, feel free to hmu on plurk at favoritings or DW PM with alternate plotting ideas! her current canon point is post-season 2 of the witcher. will match player-preferred format in terms of prose or brackets! ]

Edited 2023-05-19 00:56 (UTC)

I agree.

[ Nicky had no illusions about staying to fight: there were too many of them, and they could well have had poisonous bites. He looks back over his shoulder anyway, scanning the ground; he can feel a sort of paranoid phantom tickle on his skin, and for a few moments the ground still seems to be undulating with movement, but they do really seem to have shaken off their thousands of pursuers at last.

He crouches down by the stream to dip his fingers in it, brow furrowed. It takes a little while for him to put the right words together before he speaks again. ]

I don't suppose you remember how you got there in the first place?

[ Naked though she may be, and certainly looking worse for the wear given that running through the forest has allowed her to accumulate more than one scratch on her person — as well as an untold number of leaves in her unkempt hair — Yennefer draws herself up as if she's trying to call on whatever reserve of energy may still be left within her.

The man she's unexpectedly been running with — someone who appears to be in much the same predicament, judging by the utter lack of clothes — is unknown to her, but something in his face calls a different one to mind, enough of a familiarity he bears to Cahir that for a moment, she's not unconvinced she hasn't been trapped here with some distant family member of the knight's. ]

That remains unclear as of yet.

[ The least she can do is figure out who she's traveling with. ] What do they call you?

Nicky.

[ He could play closed-off and standoffish, refuse to give her answers before she gives him ones first, but Nicky doesn't really see the point. This situation would not be served by pettiness on his part, only made more complicated. It's clear to him, in any case, that they're on the same side of whatever this is. ]

Do you recognise this place, at least?

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