TEST DRIVE MEME 005

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⚰︎ ⍢ ⌲ ⍚ TEST DRIVE MEME:

Welcome to RUBILYKSKOYE — a dark, horror-smut game where player choices will drive a mod-run storyline about the world and its NPCs. This test drive meme provides a medley of prompts evoking the game's general tone.

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. Note: the universal test drive arrival prompt will not be repeated on the any event log, but players are welcome to reuse the prompt.

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: spiders, aphrodisiac and truth serum effects, public nudity, exhibitionism/voyeurism, bdsm, kink negotiation, social pressure, and animal sacrifice.

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

IN THE WOODS SOMEWHERE

The chirping of partridges in the treetops rouses you. Light barely filters through the canopy, just enough to suggest daylight. By the time it reaches the forest floor, the light has taken on a sickly green. You lie amongst the frost-covered mosses and ferns, the frozen 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. 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.

You seem to be alone. The gnarled oaks and moss suggest no sign of civilization or sentient life. Just flickers of movement from curious squirrels or brave lizards reemerging after a long winter. With your feet under you, and you'll find the wood is filled with berry bushes and nut trees, though much of the fruit has been picked clean. The freshwater stream that runs north-south, populated by both poisonous toads and delicious crawdads, will lead people towards the first signs of civilisation, the cabins of those who choose to live beyond Rubilyskoye's formidable walls.

In the forest, you may run into others with stories just like yours. Some may have already formed clumsy nudist groups, others may still be processing their confusion, with no memory of how they got here. Now is a good time to overcome any hang-ups you have about modesty; it's going to be a long hike.

Turn your back to the darker, shadowy parts of the forest and eventually the glow of manmade lights and the curve of a dirt road may come into view. At the edge of the wood, you'll find a town surrounded by a fifty-foot wall of beige stone. The only entrance is an iron gate positioned on the southern edge. When you arrive, the gate is already open, welcoming people inside.

This quaint, historic town of five-thousand has cobbled street and signs 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 grocer — 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.

When you enter, the streets are full of people, but despite any efforts on your part to hide or make excuses, they don't seem offended by your nakedness. Even families with children don't gawk or look twice. Those determined to find proper clothing regardless will find that modern clothing stores aren't available — the closest this town has is a tailor's shop and a stand in the central marketplace selling scarves and blankets.

breaking and entering

If you intend to have your character break into someone's house or yard to steal some of their clean laundry, please review the info about game laws on the FAQ and give the mods a heads up HERE.

SETTING: CRIME

Fortunately, the people of the town are very generous! Anyone who ask the locals will be directed to the boarding house for both clothes and a place to stay. Accessible through an embellished iron garden gate and obscured by hanging plants, trees, and vines, beyond an overgrown yard in the residential sprawl of the town is a bright-red door, which opens to a spacious cottage of several stories. It's already full of people who appeared in the village just as you did today.

finding roommates

Don't spend too much time asking questions in the common areas. 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. Maybe you'll get lucky and run into someone who has decided to move out? (Roommates will not be mod-assigned; players should coordinate directly with one another to determine their living arrangements; at this point, many characters have used activity rewards to move to accomodation outside the boarding house.)

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 a breakfast of thick grain porridge and caramelised bananas from the new peaks; these NPCs can also answer any questions about the situation. You may notice they're dressed in a way you would almost call normal — at least, in a manner befitting 19th century Eastern Europe. Gossip about new arrivals spreads quickly, and Rubeans who run businesses or train trades are eager to help you find a place to apply your skills so you can contribute to your new home.

writer's block?

If you're struggling to pick a way to engage the prompts, try: naked hiking, acquiring clothing, being offered work, asking questions over breakfast, or staking your claim on a bedroom!

HEARTS FESTIVAL

New arrivals to Rubilykskoye will find themselves strongly encouraged to participate in the current zadza purging festival, and will be assigned either a collar in leather or iron based on their Niez or Wilk mark, or a wrist-strap or manacle that suits the attachment of a leash for those with a Diabel or Skala mark.

Characters are encouraged to embrace this temporary designation as a sign that they will be good citizens; those who object or ignore their designation may find the NPCs try to helpfully guide them, express displeasure at "Void-Touched" who won't assimilate, or in rare cases exert social pressure, coercion, violence or shunning to ensure compliance.

Throughout town various NPCs have set up tents and booths to host myriad performances, workshops, demonstrations, and food stands for their celebration. The foods were made using some of the new flora that have brought back from the peaks. Characters can get their hands on the following heart-themed foods from the second day of the festival onwards:

• HEART-SHAPED COOKIES: eating these intensifies body heat, making characters a great cuddle buddy for the cold weather and likely to strip down, feeling overheated even in a snowdrift
  
  
• BEEF HEART STEW WITH DUXELLES: eating these fills those who consume it with confidence, making them more solicitous and dominant
  
  
• LIME-GLAZED GOAT HEART SATAY: eating these intensifies sensation, making characters more sensitive to both pain and pleasure
  
  
• CINNAMON GLUWEIN: drinking a cup of this hot beverage will make characters especially honest

The nature of the booths set up for performances, workshops, and other goods focuses around the festival's dominance and submission themes. These persist throughout the day regardless of the hour or the audience, so very few people can be found consistently at their places of work during the day this week. In addition:

• Skala and diabel NPCs may offer to share their partner(s) with the Void-touched, or ask to share theirs.
  
  
• PIOTR, a farmer, brings tools over from the farm including bridles and saddles, which can be found at a booth near some hunters who've made anal plugs that end with real animal tails, as well as muzzles.
  
  
• The cages from the Moot Hall have been moved into the streets, and people are allowed to move freely in and out of them. One of them has been covered in curtains to function as a glory hole booth.
  
  
• Some niez and wilk NPCs line up near the main event stage and kneel to offer themselves as human furniture.

However, characters may also come across some carnival games operated by NPCs who are eager to help the Duchess find her heart! Some involve slaughtering livestock by removing their hearts—rest assured, these livestock were already on the menu, but their ritual sacrifice will now involve the cutting out of their hearts. Cut out an animal's heart yourself, or just attend the show! Many of the townspeople will get into it, painting their faces with animal blood or drinking from it.

writer's block?

If you're struggling to pick a way to engage the prompts, try reacting to being assigned a dominant or submissive role, scenes where your character is starting to feel the effects of the food, watching (or participating in) a performance, or joining in on a gory animal sacrifice. NPCs that are usually welcoming may strongly pressure even new arrivals to participate in their cultural festivities.

the fathomless dark

At the outer edges of the forest, shadows grow long and the air grows thick. Though the sun never grows warm red-gold with sunset, the wood darkens. Birdsong is replaced by the click of mandibles and the skitter of many legs. Anyone who ventures out this way will soon find it difficult to see before them, even in the middle of the day — eventually, even the brightest magical light source or darkvision cannot stretch further than a few inches.

In the void, the air feels heavy, 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. Characters who push too far into the void may stop being able to move at all, and find themselves given over to insanity if they collapse, unable to draw themselves out. This is just one of many dangers.

Monsters thrive this far out. 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 attempt to use their webbing to entangle 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

Those who seem lucky enough not to run afoul of the monsters here are in for a worse fate. The void can play tricks on your senses. As madness sets in and you lose all sense of direction, you may also lose control of your body — what is that steers your hands to turn against your friends? Why does it sound like your own voice whispering?

In the fog, you may also hear the voices of those familiar to you — people you know from the town, or people whom you know with almost perfect certainty aren't here. these figments may recreate unhappy memories or force trespassers to hallucinate their worst nightmares. Nothing is as it seems in the void, and when you swing at these figments, desperate to silence them, it might not be a figment at all, but a friend in the flesh trying to help you. By the time you see their true face, it could be too late to stop yourself.

writer's block?

If you're struggling to pick a way to engage the prompts, try fighting a monster, hallucinating your worst nightmares, and/or attacking a friend or stranger!

HIDING INSIDE EACH OF US

Uh oh spaghetti-os.

The marks worn by all residents of Rubilykskoye aren't just cool body art, as it turns out. The town is full of rumors, whispered in shadows and over candles of a starving creature hiding in the dark corners of your chest. Feed your inner beast, they say, before it finds a way to feed itself.

FAQ: MONSTER CURSES & TIMELINES

Alas, its emergence is inevitable — sooner or later, the horrible things that happen here pile up and make someone repulsed by the idea of human contact. Someone holds themselves back, bites their tongue, or simply does not believe the stories. Today, for one reason or another, that creature is coming out. Someone hasn't been keeping it sated.

Symptoms escalate over weeks, from monstrous irritability to full-blown body horror transformation, where people physically shed their human forms and evolve into the monsters this place made them. Once a person becomes something more (or less) than human there's only one way to go back — sate the beast.

someone else transforms

Poor Merta Chesnokov, the usually stalwart older woman who mans the Apothecary, has been beset by unusual requests in addition to her regular demands, not to mention sweating blood. The festival, a rash of skala blood flu, and a little extra town chaos in January, has brought a high demand to her little shop. Now there's also a local fashion springing up for teas and herbal remedies sourced from the recently revealed tropical mountains.

After another failed tisane test drive, and the third customer asking for a new kind of aphrodisiac to add to their festival food, she was seen tossing down her work knife with uncharacteristic frustration, and taking an "early lunch" that she didn't return from that night. Though her children, friends and employees reach out to her, there's no sign of her until you stumble upon her in the woods.

Merta overboils with her suppressed fury as her body distorts and her flesh blackens and crusts. Her attempts to hold off her transformation have failed, and Merta turns into a Smoldering Skink, a large repillian creature whose thick scales hold back her magmatic insides. The noise she makes is an unhearthly hissing scream like a boiling kettle, and she attempts to vent her pent-up stress by wildly attacking everything in sight. Immediately, the surroundings catch aflame! There will be a small fire eating at the dead wood of a long winter if it's not put out, but your first priority might have to be fielding a stampeding lizard with massive teeth and burning hot scales...

(There are other monsters lurking in every townsperson — feel free to invent your own npc monsters and scenarios!)

you waited too long

At first, as you hide yourself from your darker impulses, a subtle itch develops under your skin. An irritability that makes you snap at the person who bumps into you on the stairs because all those fleeting emotions that you've been repressing bubble to the surface. Every dark thought you've had about being here, all the fears of never getting home, of being surrounded by ticking time bombs, the anxiety of wondering who you might hurt or what relationships you might betray by doing what you have to do. The anger. Oh, the anger.

Maybe you shut yourself in your room or run into the woods to hide away, but there's only so much you can do to deny the itch that grows into hunger like a spark catching and growing to wildfire. Someone comes to check on you. That knock on the door or crunch of leaves in the wood that fills you with dread at what you might do and hope that you will be sated.

As claws and fangs and scales and spines and fur grow and your body transforms with a sickening crunch of bones and peeling of skin, so do your appetites. If you won't sate them, you'll lose yourself to your beastly impulses sooner or later, mauling friends and taking your fill. Is it better or worse if only your claws get inside of them?

RULES: CONTENT WARNINGS

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[princess_of_ida]

Meeting Dawn's deepened kiss in kind, Ianthe shifted to press fully against the other woman, up on her lap, causing her bone hand to inadvertently cause the dress to ride up Dawn's thigh. That hand alighted upon her hip, gripping briefly, before continuing up underneath fabric to the lower back. Perhaps the rising state of Dawn's dress hadn't been inadvertent with the little sound of delight Rogier made at the newly revealed flesh for their eyes.

Ianthe tasted of wine and blood, a hint of tobacco still clung to her tongue. Her off-hand dropped down to her own trousers only to loosen the ties on them to facilitate their eventual removal so there wouldn't be any fumbling in the heat of the moment. Without them cinched, any chance of Ianthe's top keeping her tits covered was gone, but Dawn's touch currently kept it in place.

[dawn_is_breaking]

The higher Dawn's dress is pushed up the more aroused she becomes, enjoying the dual sensations of fabric and cool air slipping across her bare skin.

She can taste the wine on Ianthe's tongue and something slightly darker, it's familiar and after a moment she recognizes it as blood but doesn't pull back. In fact she pushes forward, nipping her bottom lip playfully as she slips her hand inside the loosened top to fully grope her breasts.

[princess_of_ida]

"Mm... Yes," Ianthe murmured against Dawn's lips, warm hard moving over bare breast and hardened nipple. Things were heating up nicely. Teeth were a wonderful sensation and she wanted more, wanted them everywhere. Bite and scrape and nip and just more, more, more... it was such a tease that one little bite.

Bone hand coming to rest on the flat of Dawn's back, between her scapula, Ianthe pressed the tips into the skin at the spine to help release any tension that had been carried there, a whisper of her necromancy used in her touch. They other hand joined it, outside the dress, gathering up fabric that way. Her kiss was hungry now that she was being touched, and there was just too much clothing in the way. A few more moments and she pulled back, hands moving to lift the dress up off Dawn.

[dawn_is_breaking]

There's an awful lot of tension held inside Dawn's small frame and when Ianthe presses into her spine to release some of it Dawn half gasps and half moans, the sensation rippling through her and when prompted she eagerly lifts her arms up so her dress can be removed.

She hasn't been here long enough to have any sort of dressings underneath so when her dress is pulled off she is fully naked, her long pale hair tumbling down around her shoulders like soft waves. Her body is slender but well muscled, especially her legs, and her breasts are small but full.

[princess_of_ida]

To be fair, Ianthe didn't often wear undergarments in
Rubilykskoye - she missed her supersoft ones from home - but that was only partially because she didn't have enough to warrant a bra most of the time. The rest was... well easy access. Especially at the festivals. Once the dress was tossed aside, Ianthe leaned back enough to take in the sight, ignoring whatever sound Rogier was making or the fact that they'd put their hand inside their pants. Her own top fully open for Dawn's pleasure.

"Beautiful," she breathed out, eyes tracing the curves, the lines of muscle. Her hands ran up and down Dawn's thighs, feeling the strength there. "I hope you won't crush my head like a melon between these."

[dawn_is_breaking]

Dawn tilts her head back and laughs, the sound is light and melodious and she gives Ianthe a coy little smile.

"That all depends on how nice you treat the area between them." She says and slips her hands up and out across Ianthe's chest, pushing her loose, open top off her shoulders and down her arms. Wanting to even things up a bit as well as see her play partner fully.

[princess_of_ida]

"That is a double-edged sword," Ianthe replied with a chuckle. The top was pulled free from her arms to join the dress, her golden bone arm emerging from the meat of her deltoid. That part of her body, the transitional area wasn't the prettiest but she didn't pay it no mind.

"I'm good enough you might end up squeezing anyway," she said with a lewd flick of her tongue. Ianthe pressed forward to felt breast against breast and kiss Dawn again, maneuvering as best as she could to get Dawn to lay back.

[dawn_is_breaking]

Dawn laughs again and allows herself to be gently pushed back, laying down amongst the large collection of pillows. Her hands sweep up Ianthe's back before plunging into her hair, using her grip there to pull her even closer so Dawn can kiss her. Making sure to add in a few more nips here and there since she seemed to enjoy it.

[princess_of_ida]

For the time being, Ianthe stayed straddling Dawn, bracing her hands on the soft floor on either side, as they kissed. She broke the kiss with a gasp once Dawn took her hair in hand, the braid it was in an excellent lead to direct her with. Ianthe so loved having her hair pulled, a flush spreading across her pale skin as that single act alone spiked her arousal enough to make her position a knee between Dawn's leg so she could use that nice thigh muscle for friction as her hips moved and she grinded slowly on the leg. Her loose trousers were starting to slip off her, each movement of frottage working them down.

[dawn_is_breaking]

Dawn is pleased by the reaction Ianthe has when she tugs at her hair and she keeps one hand nestled in it while the other slips down to fondle her breast again, her delicate fingers rubbing at her nipple before giving it a very gentle pinch.

"Is that okay?" She asks softly, her dark brown eyes flickering up to Ianthe's.

[princess_of_ida]

"Mhmm," Ianthe hummed in affirmation. She kissed her way down Dawn's neck, nipping with her teeth along the way. "I know I look slight, but I assure you, I'm not going to break."

Another nip. "Care if I leave marks?"

[dawn_is_breaking]

"You look stunning." Dawn corrects her with a soft sigh and tilts her head, allowing Ianthe more of her neck.

"A few are fine. I trust you not to go overboard like a teenage boy would." There's a hint of amusement in her voice because no doubt a woman as stunning as Ianthe has also had to put up with the fumbling and bad hickeys from boys in her younger era.

cw: implied incest

[princess_of_ida]

Fumbling and bad hickeys had been so fucking irritating when she was younger, though the marks didn't bother her nearly as much as she'd made them out to be. Her twin sister even knew it, watching Ianthe caress them while looking in the mirror before using her magic to remove them. She liked marking her territory. They both did.

"I just want to make sure you have something to remember me by," she murmured, nose brushing against the skin as she searched out the sweet spot. Usually over the carotid or the hollow an inch or so below close to where the neck met torso. When she found it, felt the reaction, she focused there. Lavishing the spot with steadily increasing pressure, she inevitably took skin between her teeth, sucking hard enough upon it to break capillaries and produce a nice little Ianthe Was Here on Dawn's neck. She'd give her another one much lower before their playtime was over.

[dawn_is_breaking]

Dawn inhales sharply when Ianthe finds the perfect spot on her neck, her back arching up slightly and the hand in Ianthe's hair tightening a little to hold her in that spot when she feels teeth on her skin.

"Ah!"

It feels good, the little bit of pain that comes with pleasure and she feels the area between her legs become wet enough that it might quickly begin to soak Ianthe's trousers.

[princess_of_ida]

Perfect.

Ianthe pressed her knee up into Dawn, to hell with any mess (she could clean it later). It wasn't as if she wasn't making them damp with her own minor grinding on Dawn's thigh, except she was fully focused on the other woman as opposed to her own pleasure. Hell, her trousers had slipped fully off her ass to catch on her own legs. They weren't going anywhere as long as she was on top.

Her bone hand moved down to hook Dawn's leg, pulling it up against her hip as she encouraged taking full advantage of the presence of her knee. A hot tongue lapped at the mark just made, soothing the abused skin, before her breath exhaled upon it. "You like that?"

[dawn_is_breaking]

"Yes." She responds immediately, wrapping her leg around Ianthe's hip and using it as an anchor so she can haul her hips upward. Pressing and grinding her sex against the other woman's knee, the thin fabric between them growing wet and helping to create extra friction.

"Oh yes, I like that my kittens." Rogier pants from what feels like miles away and Dawn ignores him in favor of giving Ianthe's hair a little tug, pulling her lips back up to her own so she can kiss and lick into her mouth while her hips begins to work up into a steady grinding rhythm.

[princess_of_ida]

Pull harder, Ianthe wanted to say but kept to herself, not wanting to disrupt the flow of the moment. They were pets playing together, wrestling, or whatever euphemism Rogier wanted to use. If the game of this scene meant that she'd end up drawing the first orgasm from Dawn through frottage, then that's what was going to happen considering how much the other woman was liking it, the heat of her arousal filtering through Ianthe's necromantic senses.

Kissing deeply, wetly, without care for delicacy - primal and hungry - Ianthe fell into the easy dance with Dawn, working knee and hips together, to give Dawn all the friction and stimulation she needed while taking pleasure in the hard muscle of Dawn's thigh herself. If she bothered to think about it, it was funny how they were practically rutting like the animals their shared Dominant wanted. Fabric soaked through and moans slipped from between their lips as they writhed against each other, driving and seeking that peak.

[dawn_is_breaking]

Dawn can feel her orgasm building and while part of her wants to prolong things the other half, the primal half, doesn't care and wants release and when it hits she yanks Ianthe's hair as she cries out softly. Her hips shoving up and against the other woman as she feels her inner walls squeeze tightly. Pleasure ripples through her and she uses her other hand to clutch at Ianthe's hips, encouraging her to keep going if she wants and needs to.

[princess_of_ida]

It was tempting to use her necromancy to heighten that orgasm when it can't crashing down on Dawn, but she wanted to be in a better setting to appreciate the effects. Her thoughts were jerked away from that, literally, by the yank on her hair, and Ianthe's louder, throatier moan conveyed just how much she liked having her hair pulled.

Rising up against the tension against her scalp but not pulling away, she rolled her hips and grinded with the aid of Dawn's grip, chasing her own orgasm. Her knee provided the stimulation necessary to carry Dawn through, but Ianthe had her attention on herself. Frantic, sweat beading on her skin, Ianthe finally got there, body shuddering as her hips jerked hard once more before Ianthe collapsed forward to pant against Dawn's breasts.

[dawn_is_breaking]

Dawn makes a mental note about the hair pulling and just how much Ianthe seems to enjoy it and when she sags forward she gently lets go so she can wrap her arms around the other woman, hugging her as they both slowly catch their breath.

Dimly she can hear Rogier praising them and recovering from his own orgasm and she ignores him for another moment so she can place a few kisses on the top of Ianthe's head.

"Lovely." Is all she murmurs and runs a hand through Ianthe's pale hair, stroking it softly.

[princess_of_ida]

The tension of her climax melted away in Dawn's embrace. Ianthe sighed and nuzzled the other woman's chest as her hair was stroked, forgetting herself for a moment in the afterglow.

"We need to do this again without an audience," she murmured.

[dawn_is_breaking]

Dawn chuckles softly, "Agreed."

And perhaps somewhere a little more private, not because she is against public or outdoor sex but more because it would be nice to be able to crawl into bed with Ianthe and laze around with her afterwards. Dawn is definitely the cuddly conversational type.

"At least I'll have a little something to remind me of you until next time...."

[princess_of_ida]

"Mm. Think of me every time you see it in the mirror. It'll hold you over." Ianthe lifted her head to press a warm kiss to Dawn's lips.

"I have a house out by the woodcutters. Come by sometime when you're lonely."

ooc: shall we end this thread here?

[dawn_is_breaking]

Dawn kisses her back, taking her time and savoring it since it might be a little while till she gets another.

"Out by the woodcutters. Got it."

/end \o/

[princess_of_ida]

"I'm easy to find," Ianthe said as she reluctantly pulled out of Dawn's arms to rise and cinch her trousers back in place. The mess would be dealt with later. She tossed Dawn her dress before donning her shirt, leaving it open, before shoving Rogier off the throne, herding him out of the area to save Dawn from his excited chatter post-scene.

Ianthe liked having something to look forward to.