chismosos | test drive meme #1

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test drive meme #1

TDM #1

LA LLEGADA

The Museum of Art and History is the largest and oldest in Llave, and contains a grand collection spanning from the time the first humans landed on its shores to the modern day. The building encircles an open courtyard where an art installation sits amidst many of the plants important to the settlers of Llave. Behind the museum is a wide, shallow field of hard-packed dirt lined by large stones, the petroglyphs on their surface worn by time—the earliest known playing field in all of the Caribbean. And further out are the areas where excavations are ongoing, uncovering the pottery, jewelry and artifacts of the ancestors.

After awakening, things move quickly. The museum is closed, and the characters ushered into the courtyard to wait. Any needing emergency medical attention are kept in one of the air conditioned galleries until the paramedics arrive. A group of women with a military bearing take charge of the situation; identified as the Bajari Bara, they question the healthy and able. They cede authority only to the Prime Minister when she arrives. Two more of their group flank the nation's leader, though they step aside when she begins to walk among the new arrivals to speak with them.

Each side has many questions and few answers. Characters are informed they are in Llave. It's October 2020. And efforts will be made to return them to their homes. But how they came to be here and why remain mysteries…as does how they’ll find their way back.

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A hurricane shelter nearby is activated for use by the recent arrivals. There, characters are provided with food and clothing, a cot and other basic supplies. No one is allowed out, but through the windows they can see the lush green of the their surroundings. At night, coquí sing them to sleep. Those taken to a hospital will remain there until they are discharged. Each patient is allowed one visitor to stay with them overnight.

Over the next several days, all characters undergo physical and mental evaluations; are provided with their first immunizations; have the next legal steps explained to them; and are taught about Llave. Every character, regardless of age, has a caseworker who checks in with them daily. None have been arrested, they are assured. But they must also complete the quarantine process. To enforce quarantine, at both the hospital and the shelter, the Bajari Bara guard every entrance and exit.

Welcome to Llave.

EL AREYTO

As luck would have it, around the time quarantine ends, all of Llave is in the midst of celebration. Today is the Day of Heroes, celebrated every last weekend in October, which this year happens to fall on the eve of All Saints’ Day. So when the new arrivals venture out for the first time, Nona, the capital, welcomes them with color and music.

Jorge Arce

The people of Llave have a special love for music and dance, and it shows. All day, groups gather to play, and many more to dance. The songs center around heroes of Llave with the chief of these being Nuna, a beloved figure who is said to have led her people here to freedom. Those performing wear traditional clothes: guayaberas, long circle skirts, palm hats and headwraps, all brightly colored.

From early morning, artisans have set up under tents tables laden with goods. Clothing, jewelry, musical instruments, paintings, and more made from leather and wood, seashells and fish scales, aluminum and copper. Many create right at the table. Most popular are those working on cemís: sculptural objects, said to house the spirits of ancestors. Many carry them as amulets especially on this the eve to the days of the dead.

The food is equally rich and one of the cooks takes an interest in the new arrivals. Those who eat his food find their mood changing depending on what they ate. The tostones he prepared while speaking of his childhood home in Santa Cecilia bring on feelings of joy and contentment. The alcapurrias fried while arguing with a customer about last night’s wrestling match cause those who eat them to feel irritated. And the casabe, a flatbread made of cassava, that he explains he learned to make from his wife who passed, induces a profound nostalgia for lost loves. His wife, recognizable from the photo he keeps on the wall, sits beside those most affected and comforts them until the melancholy passes.

More dead can be found. An old man in a fine guayabera recalls composing the lyrics to a particular song. He points out the man playing the congas and proudly says his great-grandson will soon outplay him. When characters look back to the old man, he’s gone. Those with a sense for it will recognize many dead walking among the living. These next few days honor and celebrate the departed, and the dead have seized the rare opportunity to join the festivities once more.

For those who prefer the sea, the impossibly blue waters of the Caribbean are just a short walk away.

Cobblestone and concrete paths line La Bahía de Nona. On one of the larger rock outcroppings jutting into the bay sits a silver-white dog. If called, he will trot over. Up close, one can see his color is due to the sand and salt that has collected on its coat. Though he allows himself to be petted, he does not step off the rocks. A passerby comments that the dog has been waiting for his master to return. How long? The man shrugs. When he was a boy, the dog was keeping watch; now he’s forty-three, and the dog is still there.

EL TRAVIESO

Or perhaps the characters were more distracted by how clean the water was, how clear. Enough so that the sight of a bottle bobbing in the waves seems offensively out of place. Anyone who chooses to snag it out of the water will find it’s a corked bottle of rum, apparently empty.

From a nearby restaurant, someone yells and waves their hands—too late. By uncorking it, they have freed the bacoo. Immediately, everyone backs away. Two cross themselves.

Only one stays long enough to warn, “You have to trick it back into the bottle. It likes milk and bananas. Don’t ask it for anything.”

Turn around, and the bacoo is there.

Short and rugged with large eyes, long arms and legs, covered in unkempt hair and its fingers and toes ending in claws, the bacoo is a strange little creature. Stranger still, it can grant any wish—so long as it is kept appeased with a steady diet of milk and bananas.

A hungry bacoo will pelt walls with stones, move objects, keep its owner up at night, and otherwise wreak havoc until it is fed. A shapeshifter, they can be difficult to locate, much less trap. And a starving bacoo will turn vicious and its pranks malicious.

Best find a way to trick it into the bottle. Fast.

OOC NOTES

This TDM covers from mid-to-end of October. The first prompt lasts approximately two weeks; the second, a day. For now, all characters are restricted to Nona. Any attempting to leave will be gently, but firmly escorted back.

The TDM will also double as the first IC post of the game. Threads between any two or more characters who were all apped and approved will be considered game canon. As such, actions characters take in this TDM will impact the game once it opens. How characters behave will shape the inhabitants’ first impressions of them. Make it count.

Questions regarding this TDM can be asked below, while questions regarding the game at large should be directed to the FAQ.

Thank you for your interest and we hope to have you join!

NAVIGATION • IC COMM • OOC COMM • MEME COMM

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[Nico is almost in the clear when his foots snags on something and he goes tumbling to the floor with an undignified squawk. He groans and lies there for a moment, then rises to his knees as he rubs a hand over his sore nose because ow.

He both is and is not at all surprised to see his purple clad sister (Sister! Sister!) standing there with a disapproving look on her face. Oh. Oh right. Sisters. He may have miscalculated.]

Oh. Hi Mal. [Despite it all, he smiles and means it. It's a small soft thing, but it's there like reflex around her now. He can't help it.]

[ mal returns the smile. then she looks up. ]

Oh, nurse! [ she sings in a clear, high voice.

when "snitches get stitches" doesn't apply because you can transform in a huge, fire-breathing dragon. ]

[His smile quickly turns to a look of shocked betrayal as he mouths you traitor directly at her. He could shadow travel away, but that would mean making Mal mad at him and there are some things in life that just aren't worth it.]

I'm not even sick! Look! [He gestures at himself in all his sad sad glory.]

I'm fine!

You look like a stiff breeze could snap you in half.

[ as soon as a nurse comes into view, mal pastes a wide, sweet, extremely fake and slightly terrifying smile. ]

Hi, so sorry to bother you! But you see my brother, who is fifteen, got out of his bed and suffered a fall in your hospital. It's almost as if there's no supervision here!

[ her smile disappears. immediately, the air around her seems darker somehow. waiting. like tinder for a spark. ]

I wonder what kind of incident you would have on your hands if something had happened due to your negligence.

[ the nurse looks torn between wanting to respond and realizing his job might be on the line. he finally opts for an apology, stoops to help nico up, and promises to have someone in the room with nico to watch over him.

mal's smile returns. ]

Thank you so much!

[Hmm. Maybe his memory of sisters is overrated. (Nah.) Nico rises with a groan that has nothing to do with any kind of pain and everything to do with how completely and utterly Mal just owned him. When the nurse has finished seeing them back to Nico's room and promised to send someone along shortly, Nico turns his glare on Mal.]

Mal, seriously, I'm fine. It's just a little fatigue. [As much as he wants to escape though, he can't help feeling a little warmed by her concern.]

How long do I even have to stay here?

[ unconcerned— ] Until the doctors say so.

[ she unloads the changes of clothes she brought him (all pajamas—hopefully he'll get the hint before she has to beat him over the head with it) and sinks into the chair near his bed she slept in the night before. ]

I don't know why you're so eager to leave. You've got air conditioning here and an actual cushioned bed.

[ her back finds one of the wooden armrests and she wrinkles her nose. ]

I won't miss this chair, though.

I've spent enough time in hospitals already. Or infirmaries. Same thing.

[He huffs as he lays back in the bed, kicking his feet up and sitting up with his back against the top of the bed. His eyes fall on the clothes she's brought tucked away into one of the shelves now, and he feels the slightest twinge of guilt.]

Thanks for the clothes. And...you know. [He looks away, suddenly gone a little shy.] Being here.

[ she shrugs away the thanks. bad enough the shock of all…this. spending the night alone in a hospital? that seemed cruel. ]

Try eating a full meal, [ she observes instead, ] and maybe you can cut down on these visits.

[ reaching into her pack, she fishes out the chocolate she swiped— ] Heads up, [ and tosses it to him. ]

[He snorts and seems to sink further into his shoulders, suddenly finding a spot on the blanket to pick at. He does look up in time not to get nailed in the head with the chocolate bar, catching it inches in front of his face. He blinks at it and then smiles when comprehension dawns.

Nothing appeals to him these days but the sentiment warms him and has him peeling back the edges of the wrapping.]

For being new to this whole sister thing, you're really good at it.

Once I put my mind to something, I tend to succeed.

[ she makes a face. ]

Okay, no, this chair is going to murder my back.

[ she gets to her feet again and frowns at the chair like it personally insulted her. pity she can't just enchant it into a loveseat. technically, she can. but if any staff walk in, the question of why there's a dramatic and plush loveseat suddenly in a patient's room isn't one she feels like dealing with. ]

Edited 2020-10-21 14:31 (UTC)

[Somehow it isn't at all shocking to know she's that kind of person. For as little time as he's known her, Mal doesn't strike him as the sort to give up. As he watches her glare at the chair, he moves on instinct, scooting over to one side of the bed and then pausing when he realizes what he's doing and why. Well, doesn't hurt to ask, he supposes (which is kind of a weird thought to have when he knows very well that sometimes asking and being rejected was actually very painful.)]

Um, there's room here. If you want.

You sure? [ mal tips her head to the side.

if this is his ploy to have his revenge by shoving her off the bed… (he’s not you, mal.) ]

[His answering smile is as sweet as it is shy, and he scoots over another inch and gives her a nod.]

Yeah, there's plenty of room.

[He shifts the pillow behind him so that it'll cushion both of their backs and waits for her to climb up.]

Edited 2020-10-29 19:39 (UTC)

[ he is so sweet. innocent in a way. hades protect him from his dad and sister both.

mal does not need more of an invitation to sit, though she tries to keep to her side to avoid disturbing him or his iv. she carefully lays out the slender tubing on top of the bed.

as soon as she lets her back fall against the pillow, she sighs. ]

Gotta tell you this is an improvement over the cots. [ she breaks off a corner of the chocolate bar for herself, and points with it at nico. ] Enjoy it while it lasts.

[Where Mal is careful not to brush him, Nico allows his arm to rest against hers, but represses the urge to let his head fall on her shoulder. For all of his hang-ups about personal space (that he has made remarkable progress on) none of his hesitation has ever applied to sisters. Not with Bianca, not with Hazel, and not with Mal now. But he doesn't want her to think he's clingy so he keeps his head upright.]

I guess. At least you get to move around and do what you want. I'm stuck in here all day unless I want to get rolled around in a wheelchair. [His face screws up at the thought.]

[ mal snorts. ]

What, you think we’re on vacation over there? I have half a mind to close the car door on my hand just to have an excuse to be in air conditioning all day. It’s hot.

And trust me. I have hellfire burning in my belly. I know hot.

[Nico frowns and wonders if she means that literally or not, but chooses not to ask. (It's probably literal, he decides, because why wouldn't it be?)]

You can hang out here for as long as you want, you know. I mean I'm sure it gets boring, but I don't mind. [She was already spending her nights and much of her days here, but if Mal was only going back because she didn't want to crowd him, and it was gross, hot, and uncomfortable there, he wants to make it clear she doesn't have to.

Nico fiddles with his skull ring and doesn't look at her, feeling warmth that makes him wonder if he's flustered. A moment later and a quick assessment has him realizing that the warmth is on his arm, not his face, coming from where their arms are pressed together. His frown deepens and he reaches over to lay one hand on top of her arm.]

You're warm. [Wait. Hellfire. Ah.]

The...fire? Inside you?

Edited 2020-10-29 20:31 (UTC)

[ mal smiles and snaps her fingers. green flames leap over her hand. the fire wraps her, but neither her skin nor her ring—a gold band in the shape of a dragon curling around a huge and startlingly clear purple diamond sitting on her left ring finger—burn. ]

Little trick I inherited from my parents. Won’t burn me— [ she removes her arm from under nico to sweep her fingers through the flames. both her hands are covered now, the fire burning merrily— ] but they will burn everything else.

[ with a flick of her wrists, she extinguishes both.

mal catches nico’s eyes. the corner of her mouth turns up, her cheek dimpling in response. ]

I am the fire starter.

Edited 2020-10-30 03:54 (UTC)

[It's reminiscent of Leo, but cooler, because she's not Leo and the flames are green instead of red and yellow. His lips turn up in awe and his skin warms from the heat she's emitting.]

Cool.

[Her parents, she says, plural, and he ponders that for a moment but doesn't pry. It isn't as shocking as it might have been a few days ago. He's seen enough to know Mal is probably more than just your average demigod.]

I can make things cold sometimes, but not usually on purpose.

[ she would also destroy leo in a firefight. not that he'd probably mind all that much. ]

You should get to practicing then. Ten below, replace this heat with snow.

[ her fingers waves left, right, and up before tapping his nose. the temperature around them plummets, making her all the warmer by contrast. mal's smile never fades. she looks up pointedly to follow the descent of a snowflake between them. more flurries delicately upon the bed. ]

[Nico snorts as he watches but he doesn't even try to disguise the awe in his expression as he reaches out to catch a snowflake in his hand, smiling as it dissolves against his skin in a small burst of cold.]

How did you do that? Some of the stuff you do isn't like anything I've seen from underworld kids like us.

Probably because I'm not like you. I'm a fairy.

[ she steals another piece of his chocolate, and nudges his elbow to get him to eat. ]

My mother is Maleficent, the Mistress of All Evil. [ she pronounces the title with facetious exuberance.

mal shrugs. ] I took after her.

[He nods like that makes sense—the fairy part anyway—and then makes a face at that last part, shaking his head and scooting a little closer to her.]

With the fairy magic, maybe, but you're not exactly evil. [His tone is light, affection obvious.]

You brought me chocolate.

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