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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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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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A darker shadow among shadows, the dark elf was at his best under the veil of night. It was just as well this odd spiritual disturbance seemed to escalate when darkness fell. His heavy brown cloak was pulled low over his eyes, more to block out the slights of street lamps than to appear sinister, though the gentle brightness of his violet eyes and the shock of his white hair again onyx black skin did little to alleviate the appearance.

To Drizzt's credit, he didn't try to avoid being seen. The people here reacted much less harshly to his appearance than the people of Faerun, but the old habits of keeping quiet and nonintrusive around others was difficult to break. He watched Jon for some time as they each made their way in a similar direction, Drizzt's soft leather boots making no sound on the cobblestones, taking note of the human's nervousness but also the tension in his shoulders that told the drow the young make could handle himself.

He allowed his vision to shift into the infrared spectrum, casting his eyes around to their surroundings and finding no others lying in wait. Blinking away the vision, returning to normal views, he looked toward the other man, within earshot now, if the drow raised his voice suddenly.

"Well met, this night. There are no villains lying in wait that I have seen."

There might not be any villains lying in wait, and this entire place might not have a threatening feel to it, but Jon has spent too much time lately looking over his shoulder for the habit to be easily lost. Especially on a night such as this, when he doesn't hear anyone approaching. He whirls around to face the voice, his hand gripping the hilt of the knife at his belt.

He looks over the man who spoke, his gaze growing intense. The hair color and eye color put him in mind of a Targaryen, although the hair color isn't quite right and the skin color is all wrong entirely. There are only two Targaryens left anyway -- one of them being him -- and he's been here long enough to know that not everyone here is from Westeros.

Deciding that the other individual is not a threat, Jon loosens his grip on the knife. "That's a relief."

Edited 2022-01-10 02:23 (UTC)

Drizzt's keen eyes note the motion in the low light, honed as they are to see in complete darkness. He doesn't take offense to the human's reaching for a weapon. Instead, he was pleased to see it. Too many here, in this alien place, were unprepared for what may try to rip their throats out.

"At least some." He nodded once in agreement. "Though threats are not always seen," and the next was slightly pointed, though there was an almost playful tone to it, "or heard."

He inclined his head, silver hair falling slightly to reveal the tapered point of his ears. "I am Drizzt Do'Urden. Well-met."

"Jon Snow." Out of his two names. The one he's more comfortable with, and probably always will be. The one less likely to get him killed, although in this place, no one cares who his parents were.

He'd wanted for so long to know who his mother was. Will he one day start using the name she gave him at birth?

"If I can't see the threats, or hear them, then I'll just have to be prepared to meet them."

"Aye," the Drow nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly with the human's declaration. They would all need to be prepared for whatever this place may throw at them. "From my understanding, this place is nothing if not unpredictable. We may face things here which are unknown in your memories. Are you prepared for that?"

There was an eagerness that glinted in the Drow's eye at the question. He was very much looking forward to meeting whatever may be coming to greet them, now or in the future.

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