TEST DRIVE MEME 001

[rubimods]

⚰︎ ⍢ ⌲ ⍚ 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.

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.

Comments

[choicely]

[ There may even have been a time when Yennefer would have threatened to pluck his eyes out simply for looking at her in an unclothed state, but she can't summon up the willpower to muster anything above a brief glare as he nears her. With the door closed, and the two of them taking up the space on their own, it feels more like second nature to let herself reach for their more comfortable repartee. ]

Hardly.

[ She stretches out a hand in order to retrieve the bottle from him, and has little hesitation about drinking straight from it — the only lips that have touched it are his, as far as she's aware. She'll take a couple of deep swallows before passing it back, since she's not feeling greedy enough to keep it for herself. ]

When did you arrive? [ She hadn't seen him anywhere in town before making her way to the boarding house, and knowing Jaskier, he would have announced his presence if he'd spotted her first. ]

[songquips]

[ for his part, with the bottle handed off, jaskier knows better than to take a quick look before turning around. though the threat was not spoken, he keenly remembers the damage nearly done the last time either of them was naked near one another.

he shudders, reaching down to palm at his inner thigh instead of giving in to the urge to protect his manhood from danger. ] Just today.

I had a nice pleasant early morning run for my life through the forest, then got pulled into some festivities that made up for it. [ he takes back the bottle, takes a final drink before he sets it down on the floor. ] You've got something on your back.

[choicely]

[ Based on his admittance, there's not much difference between his experience and her own — which only proves discouraging because she's hoping for something more, some disparate piece of information that could give her a clue about what's responsible for all of this.

It almost leaves her compelled to demand the bottle back again, but what he says next is enough to sufficiently distract her from her current line of thinking, her head whipping up slightly before she twists around at the waist, trying to get a better look at her back. ]

What? [ A scratch, perhaps, or something she'd sustained during the fight against the spiders — had one of them succeeded in biting her? If so, she hadn't felt it, and isn't feeling any pain now. ] Where?

[songquips]

A mark right -- ( and boldly, jaskier steps close, reaches out as if he will touch but doesn't break the barrier that yennefer will likely want to keep. his hand hovers millimeters above her skin, tracing the mark midair. ) -- here.

I've got one too. ( he holds the bottle out over her shoulder, an offering, as he's been the one to break the news of something wrong for once. )

[choicely]

[ By now, he's glimpsed her in various states of undress several times and been, by his own admission, too nervous to attempt further for fear she'd take his hand off either by magic or with her own teeth. Of course, she hasn't made any real effort to disabuse him of that notion, over the years.

But this feels more important than any concerns about modesty or whether she'd actually let him put hands on her — she turns, finding a dusty mirror in the room, and tries to crane herself in order to get a better look at it. ]

Where's yours? [ At least it's not solely reserved to her, which is somewhat more comforting than she wants to interrogate right now. ]

[songquips]

Above my knee. ( for his part, jaskier is wearing pants he'd talked his way into from the wife of a local farmer. they cover his legs while the shirt he wears is barely a shirt, more fishnet that barely covers his arms and stops belows his pecs.

he does lean down to tap where the mark is, settled above his left knee. ) I haven't a clue what it is.

But--- ( he draws out the word, following yennefer with his gaze as she moves around the room. ) Can't be good, can it? Who's ever heard of a pleasant random mark that looks like that.

Unless you can tell? ( he's speaking more, a sign of nervousness settling into his bones. )

[choicely]

So only in the place that certain bed-partners are likely to see?

[ There's a wryness to her tone, a teasing — something that isn't inherently threatening, the way it used to be between them, but resigned, as if she's simply accepting that this is how it is now. In a sense, she supposes she has him to thank for a lot of things, including seeing to her protection in Oxenfurt and helping her find passage out of the city.

Having concluded that she's as clean as she's likely going to get without a bath herself, she moves over towards one of the beds and reaches for the top blanket to wrap around herself in lieu of that ridiculous excuse for a dress.

Thus swaddled appropriately, she seats herself down on the bed, trying not to look as unsettled as she feels. ]

I don't have a clue what it is. [ A pause, and then, as she juts her chin at him. ] Show me yours.