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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.
javert, les misérables | wilk
( A chill has settled into his body as Javert comes to — not the chill of death or the cold from the Seine, her waters rushing to fill his lungs as he chokes and breathes his last. It is the chill from being naked, a state of being Javert finds most disagreeable. He trembles, pressing his hand to the ground and forcing himself back onto his feet. There's no water in his lungs, nothing to suggest that he is anything than what he feels — alive, but for what purpose?
He doesn't have long to consider it, feeling the ground give way to a maddening number of spiders. Every instinct in his body screams for him to run, even if the desire to live has long since left his mind. He doesn't know where he is or where he must go, only that he must get away. Once he is free of them, he will worry about what comes next — that seems to be more terrifying to him than anything. )
every day
( He is still naked, and that is something that must be tended to sooner rather than later. His body is large and intimidating, broad shouldered and thick where others may be a bit more wiry and slim. It makes finding something to wear a little difficult, but he manages to beg his way into a set of shirtsleeves, long enough to cover himself to his thigh, but transparent enough to leave very little to the imagination. )
I'm not in the mood for merrymaking.
( He tries to be as polite as he can, declining every offer to dance, looking very visibly unnerved by all the attention placed upon him. )
room & board
( It matters very little to Javert where he stays or what he eats. His life has always been one of privations, solitude and self-denial. He's not so certain what he thinks about living with someone, existing in the same space as them even if it is only for a few hours every day. He selects a room with no one else inside and installs himself in it, sitting along the edge of the bed with a faraway look, as if in reverie. )
Ah, forgive me. ( He says, realizing someone is in the doorway watching him. ) Is this your room?
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[ The man who answers is Korean and obviously doing his best to retain his pride while wearing what boils down to a chainlink garment with a single piece of clothing hiding the most private of areas between his legs. It wasn't his choice of clothing, but it's better than being nude. Somehow, the way he presents himself suggests familiarity with finer garments. ]
I'm just getting in, and most of them seem to be full.
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( He comes back to himself a little more, his eyes piercing and sharp, taking in the sight of the stranger without outright ogling him. A little bit difficult to do with how indecent everyone is dressed, with so few layers and far more skin than what Javert is comfortable with. )
This place was unoccupied when I found it. There is another bed over there, you may take it if you wish. It seems only practical.
( As much as Javert desires solitude, he values necessity even more. Better to give the other man the bed than to force him onto the street or the floor. It's not kindness — that is what he tells himself. )
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Then I'll claim it. It's better than the streets.
[ He has no luggage, nothing to carry in, so instead, still trying to act casual in spite of his dress, Vincenzo brings only himself into the room.
Stopping in front of Javert, he offers his hand. ]
Since we'll be roommates, I'll introduce myself. Vincenzo Cassano.
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Javert.
( He offers, the name very obviously French, in spite of the inexplicable auto-translation. Javert covers his hand firmly, squeezing with confidence but not allowing it to linger. Roommates. What a strange thought. )
I've not shared a room with anyone since I was a younger man. It is— odd, like many things here. I don't know what to think.
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[ And he isn't someone social enough to do so with a stranger under normal circumstances, but there's nothing normal about their current situation. Vincenzo isn't going to sleep on the streets, especially wearing this...
Especially not wearing this.
The man has a strong handshake. ]
But we can manage if we respect boundaries. I doubt either of us has anything to move in. That's going to change over time, but we won't share this room for too long, either.
[ Vincenzo wants to check his bed with greater attention to detail, but the cloth isn't so generous in the back so he'll take a seat nonetheless. ]
Is that a French accent?
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( He doesn't know what his future holds, if he can continue carrying on like this. It's far too difficult for him to comprehend, waking up in such a strange place and not being told a thing. At least it's distracted him a bit from the bigger problem — learning how to live with these rebellious thoughts in his head. )
It is, sir. That is where I am from. I lived in Paris for quite some time, in a room not much bigger than this. It's quite a bit dusty, isn't it? Pull the sheets aside and sit if you feel weary. It's fine.
Every Day
[The voice came from the young man, perhaps about sixteen years old or so sitting nearby on the ground. It was colored with a Northern European accent, Swedish or Norwegian perhaps. He'd been lucky enough to find a pair of pants that covered his weak, sickly limbs although he only had on a tight leather vest for his upper body. He was sitting down on the ground and wrapping some fabric about his legs. It was always easier for Ivar to move if he had them bound instead of allow the useless limbs to flop all over the place. He had gotten the upper limbs sorted out and so picked up another piece of cloth, wrapping it around his knees.
When he looked up at Javert, he had piercing ice blue eyes, a truly rare color. He took in the Frenchman with the eyes of someone used to observing the world around them in careful fashion. For Ivar, if his body could not be as strong as any other warrior's, he'd always made sure his mind stayed as sharp as it could.]
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( There's certainly a lot about this young man to take in, so much so Javert almost wasn't expecting it. The fact that he's a cripple doesn't seem to phase him — he's seen enough men that have been affected in some manner, injured in the war or taken ill by some disease. He doesn't ask which of the two this man is, not at the present, at least. )
I suppose we will have to show our gratitude some other way, then. It doesn't seem as if we can do so on our own.
( Callous as Javert may be, he's not entirely impolite. Whatever it is he has to do, he'll have to do so with a partner. His eyes are just as piercing as the stranger's, watching him for a few moments as if waiting. )
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In Kattegat, animal sacrifice is always seen as a token of appreciation.
[So was human sacrifice but that was generally saved for special occasions.]
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( The thing that he suggests is almost too outrageous for him to comprehend. Animal sacrifice? With what animal? He looks down at the other man, stern despite his state of undress. It's the first time he's felt a little more like himself since he arrived. )
We should not be butchering these people's livestock.
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[Ivar said shortly. He was used to people finding that off-putting, Christians especially, so Javert's question isn't unexpected. He finished tying off the fabric around his knees and went to do one more around his lower legs.]
That is why you raise livestock specifically for the purpose of sacrifice if you're doing to prepare for one. And it's not as if the meat is wasted afterwards, so they would have been eaten eventually anyway when it was time to prepare them for slaughter.
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cw: ableist language
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every day;
( dryly deadpan; others, like javert, have also faced challenges finding suitable attire. the speaker is a man, taller than most, coming in at a little over 6'5". a roughspun blanket hangs over his shoulders, barely covering the essentials, leaving more than a glimpse of a muscular thigh on display. )
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I cannot dance. I would look a fool. More of a fool.
( He amends, knowing that he is dressing in little more than sleepwear. To his credit, he doesn't attempt to hide himself, knowing that it would only draw more attention to the transparency of his shirtsleeves. )
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( musing aloud, a playful jab at the other man's expense, though not unkindly. given their current state, it's hard not to find some amusement in the situation — particularly when they both look fucking ridiculous. )
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( That's the only thing he can think of that would be more important than this. Javert may be uninjured, but he's still a little disturbed — not because of what happened in the forest, but everything else surrounding it. What is this place if it is not hell? Some other form of punishment that is far more embarrassing than tormenting? )
Is there not something more productive we can be doing?
awakening
When a strange, gray-haired, very solidly built man comes through, fleeing the spiders, Corona steps forward and swings at a descending spider before it can land on his head, smacking it away like a prize batter.
"Oh hey!" Corona greets him, still trying to swiftly back away from the spider onslaught while fighting off all comers. She's a giant of a woman, just as tall as he is--taller, if you count her hair--and completely naked, golden skin and golden hair, spattered liberally with spider gore. "Uh, watch out?"
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"I'm trying," he says, a little out of breath and eager to continue moving despite his body's protests. "We shouldn't linger here. There's far too many."
No matter how strong this woman may be, she can't defend them all herself, especially not like that.
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Keeping hold of the spider leg, Corona glances over to make sure her companion is able to continue without difficulty, and to see if he needs any more defending. She's definitely not leaving anyone behind to a horrifying arachnid fate, but she's not at all sure that she'll be able to carry him if he falls.
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He feels one of the spiders latch onto his leg, crawling up his body until Javert smacks it away with his hand, large and broad in size, letting a snarl as he does. "I've never seen creatures act like this."
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Even pets are relatively few and far between on the Third.
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as discussed... cw harshness towards animals
He's only turned his head for a goddamn second, holding a leather glove up to his own rather large hand to see if the fingers will be long enough, when the sudden tinkling of the bell and abrupt jerk on the hemp cord keeping Liston in his general orbit alerts him to the fact that something has gone wrong for the millionth time this hour.
The puppy has clamped his needle-like teeth on the meaty calf of a complete stranger, and, young though he may be, he's already larger than a cat. ]
Liston! No!
[ Hanseok jerks hard on the leash; the lanky whelp coughs and rocks back on his haunches as he's pulled away from his newfound target, then rounds on his heels and trots back to his new master, tail wagging.
Truth be told, Hanseok doesn't give a shit about some random stranger, but it doesn't reflect well on him, looking like he can't even control his own dog. And a normal person, the sort of person he's been pretending to be, would be apologetic. ]
I'm so sorry. He's still learning.
[ That's what he remembers obnoxious dog owners saying to excuse their untrained mongrels pissing everywhere and barking nonstop back in South Korea, at least. ]
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The mutt returns to its master not long after that, tail wagging as if extraordinarily pleased with himself. There's a little bit of blood trailing down Javert's leg, dirting him a hit more — as if he didn't already look ridiculous enough, dressed so little. A shirt that amounts to little more than sleepwear, sheer and unflattering and not at all intimidating. )
Then you ought to be training him, should you not?
( This stranger doesn't seem terribly compotent to him, allowing his dog to get away like that. He's not wrong to assume that it reflects badly on him — because it does, and Javert's lips are twisted into a frown to prove it. )
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That's why he's here with me. But it takes time. Have you ever trained a puppy?
[ He still allowed himself to get angry when he was wearing the sheep's clothing of Jang Joonwoo, and he allows himself to express annoyance now, too. If anything, it would be abnormal not to. ]
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No. I have no time for such trivialities.
( Nor did he ever have the funds to afford such a thing. He can feel the blood trickling down his calf and he curses inwardly, itching for a stray piece of cloth or a handkerchief to wipe the mess away. He ignores that feeling for a moment, knowing that it would only make him seem frivolous. )
A dog would only get in my way.