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TD006
Test Drive 006
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!
Arrival & General Information | Setting & Bestiary | Locales & Businesses | Residences & Housing Info | Rules & FAQ (ask questions here!)
I. Crash Into MeNot 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. When the Carnival Came to Town?
Take a look at the prompts from our latest event and go to town (or the carnival).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)!
Ren Amamiya | Persona 5 Royal
It could be argued a 16 year old boy didn't have any business wandering the streets at night in an unfamiliar time and place. Ren would counter, how else would you expect a new arrival to get his bearings in a new place if not to explore it? So what if he was also hoping to fun into a certain talking cat, or anyone else he found familiar? After spending over a year with Morgana and all the others, losing them so suddenly was a shock. Yes, he'd been leaving town anyway, and yes he'd said his goodbyes, but there was something so much more profoundly final to this transportation, as though he'd never seen them, or anything that was familiar again.
It was overdramatic, he could recognize that (he'd had a good instructor in dramatics recently) but it was a hard fear to shake when nothing around looked familiar. He'd been hoping to shake that feeling by getting oriented with the place, but as he passed an alley, this one linking two major streets in the market district, a sound caught his attention that gave him pause. Was... That a cat?
"Morgana?" His furtive call was wishful thinking, he could recognize that, but it was worth investigating, right? The rattle of glass down there in the darkness spurred him on. Surely it's just a cat, right, or at worst a harmless drunk?
network | video
[The feed initializes first on familiar surroundings to some, the Noble district, with its strange mix of manicured lawns and half-fallen buildings, and then the camera is panned over what looks to be the facade of a theater, set back across a park with a small semi-circle of worn and neglected cobblestones in front marking what was likely once a busy carriage park. The building is complete with a marquee, though it is weathered and lacks any sort of billing. ]
What a strange place to find a movie theater. [The voice is young but deep and masculine, and then Ren turns the camera on himself in selfie mode. It's difficult to see behind the shine on his lenses behind his unruly hair, but there's a slightly mischievous gleam to his eye for those familiar with the look.] Anyone up for an adventure?
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However, in this new life he didn't quite have at least a sword. Not a good thing for someone who was used to carrying one. The one he had was strapped to his back and wasn't half as imposing looking as the one he was used to. But it would work until he could get some funds together and get another.
He'd helped some lady earlier who had tripped over her own two feet and helped her collect her groceries that had fallen everywhere. For his kindness, she gave him coins and food. He'd protested the generosity even if he really needed the help, but she wouldn't allow him to refuse.
But as he was passing an alley way, his enhanced hearing heard footsteps and someone asking for 'Morgana' whoever that was. It was really dark and with his vision it was hard to make out at first to see who was coming. So he waited and flexed his gloved hand in case he needed his sword.
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But he also knew he was supposed to be a normal 16 year old with normal curiosities, not a thief who'd garnered international infamy as a 'stealer of hearts'. He adjusted his glasses, using a finger to push them up the bridge of his nose, a once foreign but now familiar gesture with the non-prescription specs, a purchase he'd made what seemed a lifetime ago to seem less imposing (it had worked for the most part), and stepped closer to the newcomer, into the light from a nearby streetlamp, looking uncertain.
He'd learned people were willing to believe you were harmless if you acted the part. He kept his hands visible and his stance cautious, though there was a smoothness to his gait and the movement of his arms that could suggest to a trained eye that the by all appearances gangly if physically fit young man was capable of holding his own.
"Oh, uh, good evening. You...didn't see a black cat with white boots come this way, did you?" He noted the sword hilt visible over Angeal's shoulder and felt the emptiness left by his own dagger. He really ought to look into replacing that.
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Looking at the boy now, he shook his head. "I can't say I've seen any cats tonight." Not that he was looking, but he was sure that a cat would've jumped out of his way or made some sort of noise to make him aware of their presence.
And for now, he withheld a lecture he would've given to Zack had the boy been up past his bedtime at this one's age.
Incoming dramatic art-friend
And… He was also out again that very night, on his way back from a meeting with a new acquaintance and taking the long way back to the orphanage in hopes of gaining some inspiration to carry him through an evening of painting until he felt he could hope to fall asleep on the unfamiliar bed that was most decidedly not as comfortable as a futon. Lost in thought, he accidentally kicked a glass bottle that had been left on the ground.
Startling a little, he had to adjust his hold on the leather satchel over his shoulder before he ducked down another side street. He had to pause a moment later, though, as he thought he had heard someone nearby… Or perhaps something, given there seemed to be all manner of possible entities in the evening as easily as there were people. Best to move on quickly, he supposed, to avoid trouble while he was still waiting on a commissioned blade to be finished. Goemon should only be called upon in an emergency or for something more serious, he expected, given how narrow the side streets were. Damaging an area would be rather troubling for the city already in need of repairs.
So he lowered his head and moved the bag to his other arm with a small rattle of his supplies inside, continuing on his way… At least he tried, until he heard a familiar name being called by a familiar voice. Had he just heard…?
“Yusuke, you truly are a homesick fool to be imagining the voice of a friend, aren’t you?” He murmured to himself, shaking his head. It was nothing more than wishful thinking and his mind playing tricks on him based on such silly desires to see a friend.
But what if… And, sighing at his own silliness, he moved in the direction of the voice and emerged from the alleyway. “Hello…? Is someone there?” He commented thoughtfully as he tilted his head one way, and then another. “Preferably a person and not a disembodied spirit, I should add.”
And then he stopped, and he stared, the grip on his satchel going slack as he saw a very familiar, fluffy-haired figure. “Ren??” Could it really be him? If it was, well, Yusuke wasn't sure he'd be able to contain his joy at the discovery.
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"Yusuke, it's you." His mind wandered back to the sounds of clattering glass and a thought occurred to him that dropped his brows in concern. "You weren't rooting through the garbage back here for 'inspiration', were you?"
It was a valid concern.
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Personal space was still something Yusuke did not have the best grasp on when carried away, but what was a personal space between friends you hadn’t seen in months?
“And it’s you! Oh, what an absolutely fortuitous turn of events!” He beamed, tilting his head one way and then another. “Did you only just arrive? No, of course you must have. I would have seen you around if you had been here longer.” They were the same age, they would have been housed at the same place, after all. “Hm? What?” He uttered with some distraction as Ren’s questions finally connected. “Oh! While I can’t deny I was taking the long way home from meeting an acquaintance in hopes of stumbling upon some form of inspiration, no, I certainly was not rooting through anything this night.” Yusuke explained with a small gesture.
“Although…” He murmured thoughtfully, head titling back towards the alleyway. “That might be a marvelous idea, Ren! One never knows what treasures some may have thrown away.”
Whoops.