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Phantasmal Rift Mods ([personal profile] phantasmods) wrote in [community profile] phantasmemes2018-01-19 12:29 pm
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TEST DRIVE 001

Hello, and welcome to the first test drive for Phantasmal Rift!

Test drive threads are assumed to be game canon for accepted characters unless otherwise noted, so don't feel like you'll have to introduce yourself a second time to everyone you meet! As an added bonus, participation in the test drive comes with the chance to earn up to two items of loot for your trouble! Characters who are accepted can earn one item for having a top level, and one for tagging out to someone else's top level! Your SWEET LOOT will be included with your acceptance notice.

(In the future, characters who are in-game can also earn themselves an extra item of loot for tagging in to top levels on the test drive, to be distributed with the rest of their loot upon dungeon completion.)

This first test drive is based in the Fissure nearest to the Station, and comes with three potential options, all with a distinctly watery bent -

OPTION 1: MAROONED

Hey, uh... What's that maroon film distorting your vision? And how did you get on this beach, anyway?
So long as the sun is shining, there doesn't seem to be a problem out here on the beach, aside from the strange maroon tint to everything. But when clouds pass over, the tint grows darker, and darker, and the water grows redder, and redder...

That... can't be blood, can it?

Characters who remain beneath the patchy cloud cover will find themselves filled with increasing anxiety that the ocean is made of blood, until either the cloud passes or they check the water for themselves. The bad news is, that while it isn't actually an ocean of blood, contact with the red water will drain characters of energy very rapidly, causing sudden fits of exhaustion as though they were suffering from anemia. By itself, this isn't particularly dangerous...

...Except that the return of the sun doesn't mean the return of that lost energy, and if you've waded out too far, the shifting sand and pull of the waves underfoot can easily pull you down and under.

OPTION 2: LANDSHARK

You really hope that isn't a shark fin moving through the sand. That's just not possible, right?

(Yes, yes it is.)

Landsharks are amphibious, predatory creatures just as at home in the sand as below the waves, and always hungry. They track their prey via disturbances in the sand or water, but fortunately, you can track them the same way - they're large enough to be easily visible in the relatively clear waters near the beach, and their bulk causes a patch of shifting sand above them as they roam for more terrestrial prey.

As a result, they're most dangerous near the waterline, where the shifting sand is hard to see due to the motion of the waves (though they can, of course, pop up further up the beach). Fortunately, they're not large enough to swallow a person whole. Unfortunately, they're still between nine and twelve feet long depending on the individual and easily large enough to take a good chunk out of you.

Like any other shark, they're vulnerable to being sliced open with something sharp, kicked in the gills, or punched in the snout to establish dominance. On the magical end, they have a particular weakness to electricity.

On the bright side, if you're hungry enough, the landsharks are very edible once cooked (or, you know, if you like sushi). For some reason, the meat tastes faintly of chocolate...?

Drops: Meat, shark teeth, candygrams.

OPTION 3: JUST IN TIDE

A bit further down from the beach, the water comes up to the base of the rocky cliffs, leaving numerous nooks and crannies to climb over and explore. In fact, they're practically begging for it.

What might you find? Well, there's the usual beach refuse, for a start - sand, seaweed, shells and fragments of shells, and big barnacles and mussels tucked into the cracks. However, other debris finds its way into the cracks, ocean-going refuse from a thousand worlds... There's also a number of pointy blue-green crystals that tingle to the touch and remain wet no matter how characters attempt to dry them.

And finally, there's a bunch of bottle crabs - overlarge hermit crabs that look more at home in half-broken beer bottles or soda cans at their size than they do in shells (though they'll live in anything that seems protective enough - the largest seem prone to making their homes in rusty helmets). The crabs are not aggressive unless you harass them first, but they can give a nasty pinch if provoked.

...Did you lose track of time out there among the rocks, or did time lose track of you?

Either way, you're now stuck out as the tide comes in. If you can swim, good for you! You probably won't have too much of a problem, at least once you're far enough from the rocks that you aren't at risk of getting thrown against them and having some important swimming limb broken...

On second thought, maybe it's better to stay here and wait it out, whether you can swim or not. Hope you're ready for a couple hours stuck on a rock with some weird-looking, too-big hermit crabs and...

Who is this other person, anyway?
dubiouslychthonic: (Smile)

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[personal profile] dubiouslychthonic 2018-02-04 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
"I think you're still a bit below the tide line there, kid." The gap in the cliff-face is narrow, but much deeper than it looks from the outside, and it seems Dib isn't the only one to seek shelter there. And the woman seated crosslegged in the sand at the back of the little grotto isn't precisely human - the grey of her skin could be written off as a trick of the shadows in the little cave, and the oddly-colored eyes could be a result of the tinted lenses of her glasses... but the forked horns on her head are a little harder to explain away.
things_he_do: (like genuinely afraid)

[personal profile] things_he_do 2018-02-04 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
"I know! I'm... looking for a tactical advantage to get higher up!"

Dib looks behind him for just a second to deliver the assurance, then double-takes, fully turning around to stare once he notices the horns. And then the everything else that screams 'not human'. It's dark, but he has glasses and also spent every waking moment of his life sitting in the dark staring at computer screens. He's used to it by now.

"B - you - uh - that's not a costume. Is it?"
Edited 2018-02-04 05:14 (UTC)
dubiouslychthonic: (Laugh)

[personal profile] dubiouslychthonic 2018-02-04 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
Jetshard grins; her teeth are not particularly impressive for her species, but still more sharply pointed than a human's. "I think if I was going to wear a costume I'd go for something a little less 'grizzled spacer,'" she says. "Come on, it's drier back here. I mean, unless you're a lot more amphibious than you look."
things_he_do: (i feel like lovecraft in brooklyn)

[personal profile] things_he_do 2018-02-04 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
He is most definitely not amphibious. If anything, he's less amphibious than he looks. A wave soaks through his boot and he jumps back, eventually shuffling towards her with a pained moan of "Augh! Socks... wet!"

He flops down nearby, immediately examining her without getting too close. But she seems friendly enough. "I'm Dib. Are - are you a native species to this dimension?"
dubiouslychthonic: (Skeptical)

[personal profile] dubiouslychthonic 2018-02-04 06:58 am (UTC)(link)
"Jetshard," she introduces herself in turn. She notices the way he's keeping his distance, but she doesn't react other than to be sure to keep both her hands in view, empty and resting loosely in her lap. His caution doesn't strike her as unusual; most troll kids would be just as jumpy about finding themself in an enclosed space with an adult. Even if she's not particularly large for a full-grown troll - if she were human, she'd be tall, but not outlandishly so - and about the closest thing to a noncombatant Alternian society has. The kid can't be more than about five or six sweeps old, she thinks, and she'd be concerned if he wasn't cautious.

She shrugs. "I can't say one way or the other about 'dimension,' but I'm about as lost here as anyone else I've run into on the beach."
things_he_do: (imagine nice things I might say)

[personal profile] things_he_do 2018-02-04 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)
He sighs a bit. She's not green - at least, not in a way that's familiar and/or worrying - but then that just means that this might be another alien species.

While he's always excited to prove himself right, it's a little less exciting when he's trapped in a grotto with a tide coming in, even if her posture seems pretty non-threatening.

"Jetshard, huh? I assume it's an alternate dimension, at least from mine. Sharks don't swim in the sand where I'm from."
dubiouslychthonic: (distracted)

[personal profile] dubiouslychthonic 2018-02-05 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
She considers a moment, then nods. "I know of a few creatures who might be able to do that in loose sand, but I'm fairly sure that most of them would suffocate in wet sand as quickly as marine animals would. If there's something that can swim in the intertidal zone like that, it's native to a colony world I've never visited."
things_he_do: (headed for the pawn shop)

[personal profile] things_he_do 2018-02-07 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
"Colony world."

...that meant to be inner monologue, but he just kind of whispered it out loud, all dramatic in the vein of 'It all makes sense now!'.

"Plus sand isn't easy to swim in anyway, at least not that deep down."
dubiouslychthonic: (Smile)

[personal profile] dubiouslychthonic 2018-02-07 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
"It's easier to burrow quickly through than clay, though. Maybe 'swim' isn't quite the right word," Jetshard concedes, "but there's some desert creatures on Alternia that can burrow fast enough in loose sand to ambush a troll from beneath a dune, so... semantics, I guess."

The outburst is noted, but as it's not quite a question, she doesn't volunteer an explanation.
things_he_do: (head outside most everyday)

[personal profile] things_he_do 2018-02-25 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
Ohhh man. So much information thrown on him in just a few sentences, and his excitement is a bit clear on his face for a moment. But then it turns contemplative for a moment.

"Troll, huh? I mean, I guess you don't look like any Irken I've seen before."

Hopes dashed, once again. It happens a lot though, so he gets over it pretty quickly.