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The Crossing Mods ([personal profile] thecrossingmods) wrote in [community profile] thecrossinglogs2025-02-05 04:26 pm

TEST DRIVE #2

TDM #2
Welcome to The Desert, wayward souls.
It's good to see you again.

The TDM is game canon and will be active FEB—APR. For further details about the setting, please reference our current setting page. All the information there is fair game for this TDM.
arrival
— BENEATH THE RIVER ( NEW CHARACTERS ONLY )
CW: claustrophobia, being buried alive

If your journey is starting here, you begin as all others have, and all others will: in The River.

You awake in the dark and the damp, with pressure all around you. In this case, however, it isn't water that surrounds you— but earth. Specifically, it is mud made from the sand of the desert and the standing water of the sparkling white salt flat that The River has become, and it behaves like quicksand. It has you here, and it doesn't want to let go.

You aren't in any direct danger; you may or may not notice that you don't need to breathe down here (or at all). But that may be difficult to appreciate in the moment: immediately on waking, you are seized by what was perhaps your last memory— or, at least, the somatic feeling of it. Panic, terror, pain; or (depending on the circumstances) maybe peace, or relief. It is the moment of your death as told by your body's visceral, emotional response, and it won't stop until you pull yourself out of the mud.

You are close to the surface. Even a bit of lucky thrashing might be enough for you to break through the sludge, and crack the shell of salt above. But The River will not release you easily; it will continue to suck you back down until you are able to fully pry yourself free— or someone else is able to lend you a hand.

— BEYOND THE RIVER ( EXISTING CHARACTERS ONLY )
If you arrived here from the Cavern, you'll find that the cave you came from opens up onto a rocky cliff face, not unlike the one you may have found yourself settled in before The Crossing. From here you can see the sprawl of the Desert ahead of you: the Oasis tucked against the base of the cliffs, the endless dunes, and the wide, white expanse of The River — though it hardly looks like one now.

There is no city to be found among these cliffs, though. They are steep and rocky, with dry, loose sand making finding and keeping traction difficult. There is a narrow, winding path to the Oasis below, but it will take time to hike, and the sun is already hot and oppressive above you.

Theoretically, there's a more direct route... if you're feeling bold. The cliffs are covered in jutting striations (as if, say, carved by a massive river, or maybe a River) that make halfway decent handholds and footholds for anyone hoping to climb their way down instead.

Just don't change your mind too much. If you turn back, you may find that the path behind has become impassable or now leads somewhere else entirely. You don't ever see it happening, but it's almost as if the cliffs are rearranging themselves whenever your back is turned.

shelter from the storm
— THE OASIS
The Oasis, as well as the rest of the surrounding Desert, is bustling with life. (Or do plants and animals have a Journey they need to complete, too?) It's a green, if not lush, patch surrounding a small lake of fresh water, partially shielded by the arms of the cliffs from the winds blowing across the dunes.

There are creatures besides you making their homes here: from small, skittering mammals to circling scavengers. If you look closely, though, you'll find it's a bit of a mishmash, as if an ecosystem appeared rather than developed... and, depending on where you're from, some of it might even be recognizable to you.

Those of you that came from the Cavern might appreciate the return of natural light, though you might be disappointed to discover that day and night don't always arrive at the cadences you might expect them to... In fact, they don't seem to follow any recognizable or even trackable pattern at all. Some noon suns stretch on forever; some sunsets speed run straight into dry, cold night.

If that were all the unpredictability the Desert had to offer, it might be tolerable enough... but the weather proves to be just as erratic. One day is clear and bright, with wide-open skies; the next brings dust clouds and lightning storms rolling in from the dunes. (And when today might be half as long as yesterday, those swings add up.)

Luckily for all of you, there have evidently been others here before you, just like in the Cavern. There is a collection of shelters lining the Oasis, no more than huts designed to keep everyone within as cool as possible. There's less space than there was in the Subterranean City, but that means some things are easier to find... The huts are decorated just like the city was before it, as if in layers with the odd familiar trinket from your home stashed in a drawer or under a mattress.

shifting sands
— THE DUNES
The Ferryman is holding vigil at The River, as they always are. They have positioned themselves (and their Lantern) so that their Light casts over the Oasis— but that aura can only cast so far.

The Lantern's Light might not be quite so obvious here as it was down in the Cavern, drowned out as it is by the desert sun, but you can still feel when you approach the edge of its protection, the way the sense of comfort and safety wanes. Beyond it are the rolling dunes of the Desert, where wraiths gather in great numbers.

Those who have been paying close attention will recognize that these are not the same wraiths you encountered in the Cavern. Or, at least, none of the wraiths you encountered in the Cavern are represented here.

These wraiths are not the violent, wailing beasts encountered by some during The Crossing. They are just the same as the wraiths originally found in the Cavern: silent, insubstantial, and always watching. The ones who have found the Oasis prowl the edge of the boundary; the others wander the dunes as if lost. Or, perhaps, searching.

If you, yourself, wander the dunes, you'll find them at best difficult to navigate— or, at worst, impossible. You may be swallowed by a sand storm, or lose sight of your landmarks when descending into a valley between the dunes. You might find yourself somewhere you never expected to be... Or, you might just need to send a message out to the others for help finding your way home.
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[personal profile] witnessvelama 2025-02-28 05:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[More weighty silence - it's hard to weigh reactions from creatures so incorporeal, without body language or expressions to weigh against the silence. Celehar focuses on them, listening and watching with full concentration - only in the end does he sigh, shaking his head.]

If they are reacting, I cannot make sense of it. If there were something like the Pools here, to draw them in, perhaps... [He falls silent, for a moment.] There may be, out there among the dunes.
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[personal profile] solitarynote 2025-02-28 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[He definitely lets out a whoosh of breath that might be a disappointed sigh at that, putting the notebook away and taking a step back from the Wraiths… just in case.

But… further in the desert? From what the teen can remember, the whispering pool was pretty deep in the cavern… and this was so much bigger.]


Don’t go… by yourself…

[He throws the words out, even if he knows that Celehar is smarter than that. He hopes. It seems like a lot of people were getting lost in the desert recently…]
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[personal profile] witnessvelama 2025-02-28 05:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Easy to travel down dark paths with him - death has always been so close to him, since he was a child. Even when he was not a Prelate of Ulis, it hovered over him. Just so with Need's own history. She'd told him of her mission, after all - he sees the way she turns away, bows his own head in something like apology. He will not shy away from the suffering of the world, has no compunctions that she would ever feel inclined to do the same, but being reminded of it leaves its mark.

Perhaps he might have followed that thread, to talk about burning out the wick of his ability, or about the many people who are not well suited for it - to talk about Othalo Tomasaran, and her hectic and haphazard introduction to such a troubling world.

Instead, she chases her own thought in a different direction, one that has him looking up, surprised. "No - strange appearance aside, you would surely scandalize a good many people." He shakes his head, just imagining it. "Perhaps in Barizhan, where I hear one of the Great Avaar's daughters ran away to become a pirate captain..." He looks her over, registering the detail - it occuring to him to wonder, too, how it must be - is this what she was wearing, when she died? His attention lingers, for a moment, on the neat split in the fabric.
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[personal profile] witnessvelama 2025-02-28 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's such a strange question to be asked that it sends him quiet for a few long moments, rubbing his palm with the thumb of the other hand.]

Truly, if there is, I would not know it. [He admits it in a quiet rasp, finally looking back to Frieda.] After all, everything about this is passing strange. Ist no stranger than being in a desert. I thank thee, for the thought. From what I have seen, thine own differences seem just as apparent.
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[personal profile] witnessvelama 2025-02-28 06:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[Despite Nagito laughing that last point off, Celehar does nod, thoughtfully, his attention sliding away into the middle distance as he considers it.]

Some resolution, to look after each other... as best can be done, in those circumstances.

[He doesn't want to admit to how close he came to falling behind, but there's no denying that it would have happened, if not for the help of others.]
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[personal profile] blindluck 2025-02-28 06:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[Nagito's smile perks up a little at the edges when he isn't immediately told the friendship stuff is stupid. He's usually told that it's stupid.] At the very least, keeping a headcount would be a good idea! Of course, if it's going to be dark every time, we'll have to work around that...
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[personal profile] hasapoint 2025-02-28 06:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Tonal changes don't bother her. In the normal course of things she can split her attention, hold simultaneous conversations with different people. Celehar doesn't protest and takes this path she started down, so she stays on it. They will probably talk about murder and injustice again soon enough.

"If she had to run away to do it, I'm not sure they would like me that much better," she puts in, amused. "They'd find me a barbarian too. That's all right. Once I might have said anyone who wasn't... born to..." Another line that seemed like it had led somewhere into the dark, but when she pulls on it she finds it frayed to nothing. Frowning, Need shakes her head and picks a more sure one. "Anyone who wasn't at home on horseback in some very specific ways couldn't be trusted. And I didn't like houses, I think."

She'd shown Nyara memories of cities to keep her from being too terrified in Haven, and one was one of hers, full of suspicion and revulsion at the smells and the close press of everything. The feeling of it was stronger than the rest of the recollection.

Need touches the spot over her ribs when she notices where his eyes catch. The openings line up better as her fingers press on the fabric. Not well enough to give a look squarely into the wound, and their respective angles aren't right for that either. Enough that something seems very wrong. "I forgot about this until you helped pull me out of the River. Don't worry about it, it's just... drama."
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[personal profile] callsignhornet 2025-02-28 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[Shit.

Allynbee listened attentively to Need's explanation, suddenly feeling far more out of depth. It seemed the Ferryman was true to their name, and there was a pang of guilt at having escaped the toll so many of the others appeared to have paid.

Focus.
]

Did we get a count of how many kids were in the commotion? I know of four for sure, maybe up to six if the other two I'm thinking of are younger than they seem.
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[personal profile] hasapoint 2025-02-28 08:37 pm (UTC)(link)
I talked to that pale-eyed girl and compared notes. The only people we thought were missing were you and this one person I only ever saw at a distance early into this whole thing, when we were all trying to get our bearings.

['Pale-eyed girl' is Frieda. ...Need isn't great with names. The other person is Mithrun, who's dropped.]

You didn't happen to see a skinny type with a lazy eye, did you?
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The Oasis

[personal profile] urtitan 2025-02-28 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[Frieda was really relieved when she first saw Allynbee again after the Crossing - she and Need initially worried that she hadn't made it. But they had to focus on the perilious path to their next shelter, and then everybody either rested or went exploring... in short, she didn't find an opportunity to speak with her.

Seeing her by the water, now, she approaches and sits down by her side (without getting into her personal space), offering a faint smile.]


How are you?

[She scans her for any signs of injuries - it was so dark during the Crossing, she truly isn't sure if Allynbee was with the Ferryman's group or made her way alone.]
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[personal profile] urtitan 2025-03-01 12:05 am (UTC)(link)
[She can't help but feel like she keeps putting him in awkward spots with the things she says and asks... and maybe, the all-too rapid development between them from fellow stranded souls to - well, still the same, but now intimately aware of each other's suffering and inadvertently the guardians of each other's lost memories, isn't so easy to adjust to for either of them.

That said, he's entirely right. All of them are from distinctly different places and cultures. Mentally, she sorts them into groups - Katsuki, Makoto, Nagito and Yusuke in one, Kel, Mari and Sunny in another, and everyone else by themselves -, but even that isn't so much an accurate assessment as just an involuntary mental comparison with her world.]


Thou art right. Aside from the few who came here from the same place, we all must have lived entirely different lives... but when our means are reduced to what little we find here, it's easy enough to act as a community, isn't it?

[Of course, they hardly have a choice, but she nevertheless finds it heartening how they've been making it work. Their level of communal organisation may be pitifully rudimentary, but they're doing their best.]

Dost thou plan to set up another altar?
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[personal profile] ourlastadventure 2025-03-01 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Indeed," comes the solemn, and pained, answer. The memory is entirely too fresh in Arche's mind. "And in some distress and inconvenience as well. Master Sunny was kind enough to help me, at no small risk to his own dignity and comfort too, while I was...drowning." She still hasn't quite figured out that breathing is optional, but Arche is an attentive lass; there's an awareness in her that something is not right. "Do you mean to imply to me that my ingress should not have caused this, with memory loss as a known factor with other accepted causes? Or...am I reading too much into this, Master Ferryman?"
Edited (Edited a previously solely OOC post into this nice proper tag!) 2025-03-01 03:58 (UTC)
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[personal profile] ourlastadventure 2025-03-01 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
workaday: We have not. Please, call me Arche, but also pardon my ignorance - are you soberly proposing simply speaking of deeply personal sorrows to strangers? And 'session' implies a repetition of such an event as well...
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Damn Canon Characters And Their One-Liners

[personal profile] ourlastadventure 2025-03-01 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Either strange equestrianism or needlessly complex suicide, and my understanding of our situation rules out the latter."
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[personal profile] ourlastadventure 2025-03-01 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
It must be noted that the following actions are taken by Arche in this order.

Action the first: she takes off her boots and socks and sets them neatly near the water's edge.

Action the second: she gets into the pond with nine thousand and one percent of all her other clothes definitely still on.

Action the third: submersion.

Action the fourth: wet clothing is expelled from beneath the surface of the water.

Action the fifth: the narrator stops to take a shot at their own format for this tag as if meta-commentary qualifies as a joke by itelf.

Action the sixth: Arche's hand emerges from the water and drags her clothes back in.

It is at this point that her head pops out from beneath the surface, the worst of the mud shaken out of her blonde hair, looking absolutely relieved. It is a sharp contrast to whatever's going on under the water, which is either a violent drowning or vigorous, improvised cleaning of her clothes via excessive shaking and wringing into the pond. One of those. She keeps the expanding cloud of silt and the water's surface between her modesty and the young master.

"I won't say that I couldn't wish for some soap," Arche muses, "but given everything, this is a princely kindness, young master. Thank you."
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[personal profile] ourlastadventure 2025-03-01 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
The book Arche doesn't remember owning, which should not be this dry or functional, catches her by surprise when it alerts her to Sunny's message. She opens the page and tilts her head curiously at it, looks back up at him in time to catch his introduction, and favors him with her best smile in the circumstances. It's not a great smile, but it is currently her best.

"My pleasure to meet you, Master Sunny. Please call me Arche," pronounced 'ar-shay', lilting up towards the end. "...I shouldn't burden you further, but if I could trouble you for directions to a town...?"
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Damn Canon Characters And Their One-Liners

[personal profile] ourlastadventure 2025-03-01 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
"How is it any more, or less, absurd than any universe? I've yet to hear a compelling argument for why there is something rather than nothing; not even the priests dare to make such claims."
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[personal profile] toilet_bound 2025-03-01 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
Hanako has to admit… the display certainly is strange. Sure, taking off shoes and socks was normal enough, but Arche gets into the water with the entirety of her clothing on…

“You might want to-“ Whatever else he was going to say is cut off by her submerging in the water. Which has him grinning somewhat in amusement.

Until step four hits.

As soon as the rest of Arche’s clothing seems to shoot through the water’s surface, Hanako’s face turns beet red. “WHA-?!” A startled exclamation falls from him, as his brain tries to process what exactly is going on in rapid succession.

By the time Arche actually surfaces and addresses him again, she will find that Hanako had promptly turned away from the pond, his back to her, and his ears still burning extremely. One hand has pulled the brim of his school hat down, as if to hide his expression (it really doesn’t do much).

“A-ah… um… I could maybe… try and find some…?” He’s stammering, not quite sure what to say… and definitely not ready to face her in the moment. It seems for all his earlier teasing about potential peeking, he really has no experience with this sort of thing whatsoever.
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[personal profile] ourlastadventure 2025-03-01 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
"I can hardly ask you to leave when I need you to keep a weather eye out for clothing thieves." The sounds coming from behind this boy are vigorous. The thing is, Arche is a working magic-caster; she spends...spent...her time at the bottom of holes in the ground running, jumping, climbing, facing mortal peril, and also hauling out heavy artifacts and heavier antique gold pieces. She doesn't think of herself as physically strong because her point of comparison is people who did all that in heavy plate armor, but compared to, oh, I dunno, an undead Japanese teenager? Girl is jacked, and she is applying all of that to getting her clothing as clean as possible with much tight splashing of water which froths the surface of the pond with its vigor. "Master Hanako are you quite alright? You're entirely too clean for me to believe you've never encountered bathing bef-" there's a little 'oh' sound. "...Does your home not participate in public baths as an institution, sir?"

The irony of that question.
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[personal profile] ourlastadventure 2025-03-01 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
A strong hand plunges beneath the muck and grabs Yoshiro by the wrist, clutching painfully tight. Pulling follows immediately; the weight on the other end isn't much, but it's braced well on the other side of the mud...

The voice that calls out is clear and confident, yelling to be heard. "Grab on and pull! Exhale! I've got you!"
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[personal profile] hasapoint 2025-03-01 03:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"I am not optimistic," she says, arching her eyebrows. "I just don't think there's any point in flopping down and deciding that since things end there's no point in starting. You have to make an attempt with what you have."

Need is a healer, among many other things. To heal someone, or to save them in any other way, is just a reprieve. She stands on the shore as an endless procession of lives slip through her fingers, into the dark water, and has to remind herself to watch closely. That time that feels like nothing to her is someone's whole world and she can't let herself discount it.

She shakes her head. Need absolutely can talk her philosophy on very little prompting. "No idea what you mean with that term. A lot of things only seem impossible if you don't understand them and the options available. Someone who gives up because whatever they want isn't easy won't go far."
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[personal profile] marblenest 2025-03-01 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)
He hadn't thought the hut would be occupied. Dankovsky does frown a bit at that, following Hanako inside, but luckily it's empty.

He's thankful for that, at least.

Daniil stands behind Hanako, looking about. Looks like it hasn't been picked over too thoroughly yet.

"Looks like we're in luck."
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[personal profile] marblenest 2025-03-01 06:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"I suppose?" He says, he wouldn't have called it that, but it's not entirely inaccurate, "I was the head of my own laboratory so in order to procure funding and other such necessities I had plenty of meetings to attend, parties to keep up appearances, and that sort of thing... Though I admit the palette of my clothing is my own personal choice."

His snakeskin coat, the black he wears. Whispers of 'Daniil, that fucking snake did not go unheard by the man. If he was going to be a snake, he might as well dress like one. Show that the insults didn't hurt, they only emboldened him.
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[personal profile] marblenest 2025-03-01 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"Half an hour it is." He says, adjusting his cravat as he does so.

He doesn't head off right away, though. He'll wait for Sunny to pick a direction to head off in, and then Dankovsky will head off in the opposite.
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[personal profile] marblenest 2025-03-01 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Not a problem, miss. I didn't realize you were related to Sunny. He's a very kind young man, we've had the pleasure of meeting.