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AUGUST TDM
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AUGUST TEST DRIVE The city of Recollé. ...yeah. Yeah, it's just sort of a mess... What will you do today? I. What the hell happened here? Perhaps you're new to the city, or perhaps you've finally started to notice just how bad the damage is to the beloved city of Recollé. The convention center is still crumbled in pieces and several local shops have boarded up windows and doors to prepare for reconstruction. Vendors on the street try to urge residents to purchase monster insurance for all of their home and vehicle needs. But the moment you step outside, you'll find yourself greeted by a member of the Recollé Restoration Committee as they thrust a hardhat into your hands and eagerly chatter about your new assignment. Whether you find yourself in Tisse and assigned to haul pieces of stone around or you're placed over in Apprassage to pour cement, you'll find you aren't alone in these tasks. It's nice to meet your coworkers, isn't it? II. But really, what caused all of this? This is completely insane and while some of you may be willing to help rebuild the city, others might wish to solve the mystery. Poking around the various districts, NPCs will explain that monster attacks "sometimes just happen" which seems pretty strange in and of itself. Monsters shouldn't "just happen", should they? And where are these alleged monsters anyway? Careful what you wish for, though. Exploring too much and straying off-task will lead to finding some things you may not want. These creatures will immediately hone in on new Retrospec users and begin to chase them, though they won't outright attack. While the smaller ones may be destroyed with a bit of effort, it might be wise to either cut your losses or find someone with a bit more experience to take on the larger creatures. Don't worry; there's bound to be someone to help. III. By now, you may have heard the rumors from some of your fellow Retrospec users that several members of the network have disappeared. You may even hear the rumors that those members are lost in "unreality" and that the city itself is a bit...unstable. But they're just rumors, right? Everything seems fine as you go about your day (monsters notwithstanding.) However, any time you pass from one district to another suddenly a list of names scrolls past your line of vision . As the list comes to a halt and lands on one name, you may recognize it as a friend or a stranger. If you're lucky, you may get a holographic video connecting you to someone still in the city. If you're even luckier, you may find someone speaking up inside your head due to a telepathic connection. Go ahead and say hi. You just might get some answers from those who have been lost and those you haven't met yet. IV. As the night begins to set upon the city, a warm sleepy feeling rolls through. Whatever you're doing, it's hard to fight off the urge to curl up under a shaded tree and take a nap. After some time it's nearly impossible to ignore any longer and no matter where you are, you'll instantly fall asleep. Strangely, even The place that you wake up, however, may look very familiar to you. You've seen this place before. In fact, you've lived through this very scene before. Maybe it's the little league game you scored your first home run, or maybe it's your high school prom. These are your memories played back to you, and glancing back you may find that again you aren't alone. Any Retrospec user has the ability to pass through these pockets of time and can stumble right into your memories. The memory pockets can appear no matter where a person is, and they'll be able to view and interact with the memories they see. Take a walk through your childhood neighborhood. Sit through the nightmare of your college entrance exams. These memories are yours as you've lived them. However, try not to change anything about the past. Memories can be quite tricky if meddled with too much. BONUS. While the makers of Retrospec are a bit scattered and busy at the moment, it seems as though they have failsafes to keep their systems up and running. The latest update push operates on its own and begins to download to your device. Your profile remains the same as always (your name and your photo), but it appears you won't have access to it until you apply one of the brand new filters to your picture. Seems easy, right? Maybe you should have given this a second thought. As soon as the filter's applied to your photo, you might find that people are stopping and staring at you as you go about your day. They may or may not comment, but what's evident is that something's going on that you're unaware of. A quick glance in your phone's camera, a storefront window or a mirror will reveal all. That fun filter's now applied itself to your face with no hope of coming off for a while. Have fun! Welcome to the For continuity's sake, for the first time we will be stating that the TDM is dated IC 8/17! This is all in one day. Potential applicants/characters on the TDM will revert back to NPC status on 8/18 and will not remember the events of the TDM until the mod-posted Retrospec post goes up 9/1. Members of Group 2, since the TDM can be considered game-canon, prompts III and IV are open for you to tag around to new players while stuck in your locations outside of the city! For Prompt III, members of Group 2 may telepathically connect to someone even if there's a video option, but their faces and surroundings will be obscured! Other members of the game + potential applicants may use video if they wish. For Prompt IV, please remember these are memories from your AU and not your canon! Should characters deviate from these "memories" too much, they will find themselves thrown back to the beginning of the memory to start over! And finally, the filters provided in the bonus are just examples and you can swap in any others you want. Your August TDM directory is here, and your AU workshop is here! Our mod questions thread for this TDM is over here! |

John Egbert | Homestuck
II.
[The fuck is this? What the fuck is this? He was just exiting the Recollé University Housing Department building when a Ball Monokuma rolls right across his path and begins to follow him. Glancing down at the ball, he begins to run across campus with the ball in hot pursuit, picking up old wrappers from energy bars and empty coffee cups to throw at the back of John's head. It's when he feels the vague slime of someone's old yogurt hit the back of his head that he finally turns.]
Hey! [And without warning he darts forward, bringing his leg back and…kicking…the Ball Monokuma in the face to send it sailing through the air. Does it land in your path? Are you concerned about the goop in his hair? It's a mystery.]
III.
[Walking from Apprassage back to Tisse shouldn't take long, but being new to the city and still not quite sure where he's going has some impact on John Egbert being lost. The moment he crosses the boundary line between the two districts though his vision whites out and a whole string of unfamiliar names roulette in front of him. Hearing the sound of someone else on the other end of the connection, he does the most intelligent thing possible.]
What? Sorry, I missed that.
IV.
[What a tiring day. Between fighting with the housing office in a losing battle and also just generally running around in the sun, John finds himself in Hollingberry Field seated on a bench with his head tipped back and his eyes closing…
…granted, not long after that, he finds himself back home in a different park. Walking along the baselines of the baseball diamond, he finds himself saying goodbye to the last of his teammates who were practicing and winds up alone. Picking up a baseball, he tosses it into the air repeatedly with a glove he doesn't remember having, walking further down the field before turning as soon as he spots someone new from the corner of his eye.]
It's going to rain in about five minutes. Just so you know.
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[He can also be found wandering around the RU campus giving himself a self-guided tour, perusing different coffee shops and just exploring the city. For the dream prompt, I can also customize you something else if you'd like a different AU memory! If you have other ideas please feel free to hit me up on my plurk (
ii.
Like, seriously, this is just rude.]
Watch where you're aiming!
[and then he looks down at the stupid thing, and kicks it-- straight into a tree. He's still got some of those soccer skills. That didn't even require him to have to move his injured shoulder-- win-win.]
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Sorry, dude! You okay? [He's concerned about the fact that he kicked it right into Mako's path but he's busy grinning a little because this is so surreal. All the same, his expression turns curious after that.] And..what is that thing anyway?
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It's nothing. But, uh, looks like it got you pretty good with something.
[it smells kind of bad, and it's white. There are so many ways that could go, really.]
Just stay away from the bigger ones, got it?
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iv.
especially because he doesn't recognize where the fuck he is.
it's...
...a sportsball field of some kind. two of his friends play it. baseball? whatever. but this isn't in recolle, and something's strange about his sense of where he is.
and then there's a voice he's heard in his memories and dreams, and dave freezes and looks sideways. ]
...Egbert. [ why the fuck is dave dreaming about sports. dreaming about past-life best friends? that's one thing. dreaming about probably-baseball is way the fuck weirder, though. ]
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Uh. Yeah. [???] Should you really be here?
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(why sports) ]
Why not? I'm the new team mascot. Or I was an hour or so ago. Go wildcats.
[ he has NO IDEA what the fuck to say to john so bullshit spews forth ]
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II
Orihime realizes that there's a shadow looming over her. She looks up, and-- ]
...Ah!
[ Yep. it hits her right on the head. This is some anime bullshit because she literally freezes and then falls over. And now it's dancing on her head.
Good job, John. ]
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Hey, quit it! [He's going to pick up the Monokuma again and hold it up briefly before...you know. Dropkicking it. That can be someone else's problem now. Instead, he peers over Orihime to make sure she's still alive.]
Are you okay?
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iii
Who the hell are you. [ It's blunt and would sound a lot scarier if it wasn't just some brat grumpy from trudging around a swamp. ]
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ii!
And he sure doesn't even seem bothered by it?!]
Don't kick those things around like that, geez! ...You're really gonna need to wash your hair, though. Like, seriously.
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I was afraid of that. How bad is the damage?
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iii
[ The words in John's head cut off abruptly with a startled gasp, no image to accompany the voice and it's the same on Ryoji's end too. There's silence for a moment, followed by an equally intelligent ]
Huh?
[ But that would make for a boring conversation, so he speaks up again, more tentatively. ]
...Are you a ghost...? Ritsu said there were no ghosts...
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I don't think so? Unless something happened that someone did not tell me about. Why...are you jumping into graves?
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ii
She's glad, then, to see someone else coming toward her! Until he kicks a small monster in her direction. Hana manages to dodge it, then plants her hands firmly on her hips and glares. Yogurt or not, that's uncalled for. ]
What'd you do that for?
[ In the meantime the monokuma is regrouping. It found an apple core and its throw narrowly misses Hana's face. ]
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That would be why! [He's watching and it looks like the Monokuma's grabbing a half-eaten piece of chicken next.] Hey, question. How fast are you? [He's also picking up his pace to approach while keeping his eyes on the monster.]
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ii
so yeah lelouch will be. glaring at john even though he doesn't know who you are yet, rip. ]
What was that for?
[ he hasn't noticed the goop in john's hair yet. ]
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I do not know about you, but if someone's throwing things at me I'm going to hit back. [But.] You okay?
IV. it just seems appropriate that they meet in a dream bubble...
But there's a person here by himself, so hi John, have a tiny 13 year old mall goth. With pigtails.]
... Uh, okay? How do you know that?
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Because that's how this went before. Practice finished, everybody went home, I stayed later and then it started to pour really hard because even after years of living in the Pacific Northwest I keep forgetting umbrellas are real.
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IV
[She was still dressed in her house-provided dress, but apparently was allowed to be clean in dreams, so that was nice. She found herself setting on a bench just off the field, and stood up immediately, glancing around and finally settling on the only other person now nearby. Who was talking about the weather.]
[Right.]
As long as it doesn't rain hard enough for this to become a swamp, right now I honestly don't care if it does.
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ii
slowly she turns to john, while still on the ground, and well, she looks ready to Murder. and is covered in latte. and her face is probably going to bruise? and the ball monokuma is doing. whatever. nearby. she will pepper spray it if it gets close.
yet it is with a too-calm tone that she says, ] ... I hope you're planning on joining the soccer team.
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I have thought about it but I think a break might not be a bad idea. I...oops. [That's pretty much all he can say as he finally gets close enough and casually kicks the Monokuma away again.] Need a hand?