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Test Drive 005

WELCOME TO ATERAT

Here is our Fifth Test Drive Meme! There are a lot of areas of the city to explore, so please have a look around! In case you need a little help getting started, I've included a few prompts below, or feel free to start your own! Exploration and player initiative are the names of the game here!

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Arrival & General Information | Setting & Bestiary | Locales & Businesses | Residences & Housing Info | Rules & FAQ (ask questions here!)

I. Crash Into Me

Not exactly, but close enough. You have just arrived and received a strange satchel from a tiny, strange little man and are left more or less to your own devices (more information on what to expect upon arrival can be found here)! Follow directions to the north and check out the housing, or maybe have a look around the Historium and try to get some information from that giant glowing ball, see what you can waste your meager starter coin on in the Market District, or maybe just meet the neighbors.

II. What Goes Bump in the Night

It looks like Aterat proper has a spirit problem. Maybe you're seeing specters, hearing disembodied voices, your windows rattle when there's no breeze outside. Maybe there are cold spots in your place of business (or your apartment, which is so much worse). Either way, you're 100% convinced you're haunted. Hopefully, someone else believes you, or maybe you're used to feeling crazy.

III. A Mean, Green Mother from where now?

There's a pollen problem in the city, and by that we mean it's everywhere. Yellowish green pollen seems to be caked-on everything with the misfortune of being outside, whether it's windows, banisters, carts, you name it. If it's outside for a duration of time, it's a free game to have a layer of dust settled upon it, and it plays havoc on anyone who breathes it in. Allergic to pollen? Your allergies are horrible. Not allergic, well, you might just have the sniffles anyway, and another problem. You seem to be completely unable to tell a lie. Not only that, but you feel the overwhelming need to tell people things you'd usually keep to yourself. Maybe you like to put cream in your coca-cola (you monster) or maybe you've done something terrible and you really need to get it off your chest either in person or over the network.

IV. Try the Network

The Tell-Phone allows for text, video, and audio transmissions to everyone else who has one. Give it a whirl!

V. Wildcard

The above prompts are all options, and there's much more to the setting than what they provide. Do your best (or your worst)!

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Back in Paris, in the opera house, no one knew Erik was there unless he wanted them to. The building was so large, and he knew it so well, that he could hide from anyone and still overhear any conversation he wanted to. Here, though, he doesn't have that advantage. He doesn't yet know how to stay out of the way. He'll figure it out in time; he always does. He'd good at hiding when he needs to.

So it's a bit surprising when someone almost runs into him, and even more surprising to hear that someone being polite. In his experience, people don't tend to bother talking to him unless there's something he can do for them, and then only because they have to. What does he even do when someone apologizes to him? It's not like it had happened on purpose. "I could have been better at staying out of the way."

He turns to look at the person who had almost collided with him, and waits for the inevitable revulsion once he gets a good look at his face.

There isn't any revulsion on Ignis' face. Instead he shakes his head at what he does hear. "And I could have done a better job at watching where I was headed. " So he obviously didn't blame the man in front of him for the near collision. The lads back home would've certainly received a scolding, well maybe not Noctis too much.

That the man was new here was obvious and that fact didn't need to be pointed out. "After all, the market does tend to get quite crowded around this time of year especially. So I'm afraid it won't be easy to stay out of everyone's way."

Someone is looking him straight in the face and there's...no revulsion? That's an unfamiliar reaction to him. He can't remember the last time someone hadn't recoiled in horror upon seeing his face (except recently, in Paris, when Christine hadn't, but he's not sure that counts because she had reacted with the same horror as everyone else the first time she'd seen it). It takes him a moment to process that there's actually a conversation happening here, and for him to work out how to respond.

"Then perhaps you can help me find what I'm looking for. Sewing supplies, and if possible, a wig?"

Ignis had seen far worse injuries and disfigurements back home. So seeing things like this might not be usual, but he had seen some of the Glaives return from missions and had trained with them after such undertakings. And never once did he let anyone see any reaction from him.

Mayhaps this man had been through some such thing and of course it would never be questioned because Ignis wasn't a rude person. And staring was impolite as he'd admonished Noct a hundred times so he didn't let his gaze linger either.

However, the man was giving his mind a task which of course was excellent and the strategist nodded. "I can certainly assist with the sewing supplies as there's a highly skilled tailor here in town. As for a wig, I am at a loss there. But perhaps the tailor Rhy would know."

"I might be able to do without the wig." He doubts it, but it's never been his hair that people reacted to in the past. As long as he can cover his face, he should be fine with the rest of it. That's the part of him that no one has ever been able to stand to look at. "Where do I find the tailor?"

He nodded. Ignis wasn't about to tell anyone what they could or couldn't have or anything of that nature. So instead he focused on the directions and gave those. With them he even used landmarks and directions such as right or left. But once he did that and even though his directions were pretty damn accurate it occurred to him to try and be of service.

"I can walk you there if you'd like." Because the last thing he wanted for the gentleman to be lost. But he was keeping it as an option so as to not be a cumbersome pest.

Erik manages to follow along with the directions, even if he's unfamiliar with most of the landmarks mentioned in them. He builds a picture of the route in his mind, filling things in as he goes. Spatial relationships are one of the many things he's good at. He's prepared to head off on his own to find the place in question when the directions are followed up with an offer.

"I...You don't have to." Anyone going out of their way for him is unheard of. No one has ever willingly spent time with him after catching sight of his face. But how does he know that someone's not being nice to him just to turn around and show him that same cruelty later?

"You would do that?"

Ignis merely smiled when he was told he didn't have to. OF course he didn't have to. He could very well just go on about his business of getting fresh ingredients for another very busy night at the tavern. And for whatever reason it seemed to have just gotten busier after he and Nida had married and then he'd become to the owner.

But his patience paid off and he nodded at the other man. "Yes, I realize this place must be somewhat unfamiliar and expecting you to know where to go and how to get there wouldn't be very fair of me."

He has come to expect not to be treated with fairness, especially once someone has gotten a look at his face. That's just the way his life is. So much so that he doesn't even know how to react when someone treats him the same way that they would treat anyone else. It's not like he has a lot of examples to base his behavior off of.

"Then show me how to get to the tailor shop." He feels like there's something missing there, and at least his observations of other people give him some idea of what's expected, so he adds, "Please."

There was a nod of the advisor's head. "Of course." So he waited patiently to see if the other man was ready to go, and wanted to let him know that he was perfectly content to take as long as it took. "I'm ready when you are."

He had no idea if the man planned to find his way after that, but that was a discussion that might perhaps happen along the way. For now he was more than happy to be the man's city escort to the tailor shop and he'd introduce the man to Rhy.

"I'm ready." He has a lot of questions about this place, and about the items he had received upon his arrival, but his first priority is to find some supplies to make a mask. Although so far no one he has seen on the street has so far seemed to be bothered by his appearance (certainly not to the degree he's used to) he's become so used to hiding his appearance with one that he doesn't know how to be without one.

"Well, then let us be off." Ignis replied. He had a chocobo parked behind the spices market, but he didn't want to offer the ride in case the man didn't know what a chocobo was. And while the advisor wasn't a betting man by any means, he would bet the man didn't know.

So the topic wasn't even broached.

Plus it wasn't far.

"This place isn't too hard to deal with once you've found your feet here." Ignis said with a light tone as they made their way to their destination. "There's a tavern not too far from here if you need to eat and.." The advisor stopped in his own time to readjust his thinking. "There are places needing people to come in and work, but people make their own jobs here if their particular trade is lacking."

"I've been in new places before. Not one like this, but places that were different from my home. Places I've had to acclimate to." Although he had often had a job already lined up before going to those places, and they'd simply been new countries. Not whole new...whatever this place is.

"I'm certain that finding some form of employment won't be too difficult."

"So you've traveled to other worlds?" Ignis asked. It wouldn't surprise him because his own husband had been to a few. And one of his friends that was married as well had come here from another world and not from their original ones. It was a phenomenon that he couldn't quite understand and puzzled him all the same.

But he looked over at his companion with a nod. If the man didn't require his assistance there, then he wouldn't offer to help.

"That's good to hear. I've found working helps keep one focused." And he was certainly talking about himself there.

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