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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.
theferryman: (9)

[personal profile] theferryman 2025-03-07 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
[They incline their head; gratitude, perhaps, for having their request honored and the subject changed.]

They're personal. It would be like someone you've never met asking me to read them your diary.
theferryman: (7)

[personal profile] theferryman 2025-03-07 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
[They hum, thoughtful.]

It's true for the others, too. Do you think that makes them useless, or pathetic?
blindluck: (033)

[personal profile] blindluck 2025-03-07 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
Not for something like that. [Theoretically other things could make them useless or pathetic, though actually Nagito doesn't think that of the others, in general.] But I was already both of those things. Even more now, because when I realized, I--

[He was relieved. Before the guilt rushed in after, he was glad to be rid of it. But he doesn't want to say that out loud, as if admitting to the sin makes it more real.]

Why is it gone?
blindluck: (Default)

[personal profile] blindluck 2025-03-07 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
This helps, thank you!

(On the off chance you keep track of these things, Nagito would have just said something along the lines of "you never know when you might need a knife" which was probably less than reassuring.)
spaghettimonster: (OH-HO!)

Bullying a Swirl character? Not cool, Nagito...

[personal profile] spaghettimonster 2025-03-07 06:38 am (UTC)(link)
[That hand is indeed gloved, securely enough to stay and offer helpful friction for any potential rescuers. Since it's Nagito instead, the skeleton grips back with the kind of frantic hope that can only come from being submerged in... mud.

(Despair isn't quite the right word for the bewildered hurt lingering in his bones, nor the determination to get to the surface.)

Even without much active tugging, just having something outside the mud to pull himself up to is a big help, and the skeleton's redoubled effort soon reveals his face. There's no trickery of artificial bone limbs here - he's a skeleton, gasping with relief on realizing there really is air past the mud.]
blindluck: (027)

[personal profile] blindluck 2025-03-07 06:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Even Nagito, as numb to most scares as he is, startles a little when the skeleton really does grip his hand back. Only a little, though. It would have been more startling if he hadn't prepared himself for the possibility.

It's not long after the skeleton is hanging onto him that it's pulling on him and the rest of it is coming up out of the mud like Nagito has found himself in the middle of a horror movie.]


So there's a skull, too. Are all these attached...? [Nagito isn't quite sure if he should be addressing the skeleton, so he's not quite talking to it. Skeletons shouldn't be able to talk, but they also shouldn't have all their bones inexplicably connected together like a plastic Halloween decoration either.]
spaghettimonster: arrt-jim-lad (HMMM.)

[personal profile] spaghettimonster 2025-03-07 06:54 am (UTC)(link)
So you're between names, and open to exploring options...

[It's a notion that he takes to skeletal heart, being - rather unexpectedly - in that position himself. Incredible, to find a commonality so quickly.]

I wonder why they haven't gone with 'Riverperson'... [He startles, and gestures to wait.] Not that I'm suggesting it so soon!! We've only barely met. How could I have a cool and fitting name ready already, except... being reminded of someone else? Who was also, consistently, always by a river.

[And, come to think of it, they were always hooded and in the company of their little ferry boat. Never between ferries, the way this Ferryman apparently is. Bizarre.]
spaghettimonster: (NO BONES)

[personal profile] spaghettimonster 2025-03-07 07:07 am (UTC)(link)
[Maybe it's the coating of that clinging mud all over that's making everything so mucky and dim, but that unfamiliar voice sounds so... disconnected. Not addressing him, despite seemingly talking about him - or his bones - while far closer than people talking about him tend to be. Nonetheless, that rescuing hand helping him hasn't let go, and that counts for a lot.]

They... They all should be.

[Even his voice sounds mucky, with some of the increasingly salty mud in his mouth, and he pauses the ascent to shake some of it off his skull. Enough to better see the brightness of everything, from the pale mud to the bright sky to the pale brightness of his rescuer's hair. Human, maybe?]
blindluck: (033)

[personal profile] blindluck 2025-03-07 07:12 am (UTC)(link)
And it--you talk. [Nagito is aware of how stupid that sounds even as he's saying it, watching with fascination as the skeleton apparently shakes mud out of his skull.] Have you been dead for a long time?

[Because why else would he be only a skeleton? Though the more Nagito looks, the more he thinks the skull shape seems kind of off for a human skeleton.]
spaghettimonster: (PHONE4)

I continue to love her reply

[personal profile] spaghettimonster 2025-03-07 07:26 am (UTC)(link)
[Of all the replies he expected to get to his message about messages, an inexplicable drawing was very far from his mind indeed! Someone had mentioned the means of interacting with the network varied, and that it wasn't quite a net in the standard way, but drawing? Really?]

INCREDIBLE!!
I SEE I'M FACING A HOT PIC MASTER.
MAKING USE OF SUCH AN UNEXPECTED MEDIUM...
BUT I WON'T BE OUTMATCHED FOR LONG!


[It's a longer delay than he likes, messing around with the characters in a text box without submitting anything. But, eventually, he adds:]
_____
/__   _\
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| || || |
\  ^  /
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spaghettimonster: (O HO HO HO)

[personal profile] spaghettimonster 2025-03-07 07:32 am (UTC)(link)
[Having already come to terms with how the familiarity of a phone comes with drawbacks like the lack of drawing, at least in any familiar or conventional way... Well, he just has to laugh at this reply.]

OHO! SO LITERAL... AND SO ARTISTIC.
I'M PROUD TO HAVE INSPIRED THIS CREATION! THANK YOU FOR SHARING IT, PEPPER FAN.
spaghettimonster: (I'M AT A LOSS)

[personal profile] spaghettimonster 2025-03-07 07:42 am (UTC)(link)
How long..? No, I'm not-- [He trails off harder than usual, still squinting upwards through bits of mud.

It was on the tip of his metaphorical tongue to say, oh no of course he's not dead. Right on the verge of an already practiced spiel about how he's a skeleton monster rather than a human skeleton, no death required for his existence, please don't get the wrong idea!

...Except. That feeling of surprised hurt hasn't faded, clinging to him as stubbornly as the mud, and he's not in a place that makes any sense for him to be. Had he really... died...? His free hand releases where he'd been searching for another hold, and instead drifts back to his shirt - torn - and his neck - scarred, along the top of a vertebra.]


I... I was just... Oh. [Realization is dawning across his skull, skeletal features shifting with the emotion in an expression that human skulls very much don't do, intensifying the hurt and surprise with a fresh layer of each.] I really died...?
hasapoint: an old woman's hand proffering a sword hilt (Default)

[personal profile] hasapoint 2025-03-07 10:10 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh so that's the game. Need considers. A sword or a horse is probably giving herself away. What about... hmm, it'd be pretty high effort in order to get the effect she wants. On the other hand she doesn't have anything she has to get done.

Need draws the outline of a little half-built hut and the woman again, engaged in bricklaying. Even at tiny scale there are some powerful thighs on her, though those end up concealed under another scribbled dress, and she still doesn't really do a face. Need then renders some of the bricks already part of the hut]
urtitan: (Coy)

[personal profile] urtitan 2025-03-07 11:10 am (UTC)(link)
[That's a reason Frieda can immediately accept, and one that - along with the earnestness of the answer - dispells her latent suspicion that the Ferryman might be trying to hide something from them. Furthermore, what could the other group really have found out that they didn't? They all must have had an equal amount of time to explore the caverns. At best, she supposes, they might have figured things about the wraiths out faster than they did.]

I'm ashamed to say that I didn't think of it like this. We're desperate for any information about our journey, but I realise that this is our human nature struggling against what may well be the actual point of it.

[Aren't they all trying to "beat the game", in a way, or at least make it easier on themselves? She got caught up in it, too, despite her early acceptance of this being the last chapter of her existence.]

...

Nagito mentioned that you used to stay with the group you're guiding. What happened that led to you having to stand vigil at the river instead? Did somebody instruct you? If so, who is it that you answer to?
solitarynote: (Check in)

I’m so sorry he would totally do this XD

[personal profile] solitarynote 2025-03-07 02:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[Yashiro continued to race towards the shelters, her direction seemingly in the path of the pond…

Sunny caught that smile, wasn’t sure what to do about it, and… once he was standing outside the shelter Mari and him shared, he just… stood there.

Watching as she continued, blissful promise in each step. He… shouldn’t go with her. Sunny had done his job and gotten her to the Oasis, so that meant someone else could watch over her, right?

The teen promptly nodded, gave a small wave (whether seen or not), and slipped into the hut, just about ready to take a nap.]
urtitan: (Ladylike)

[personal profile] urtitan 2025-03-07 02:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[As they set out, Frieda determines to ask the Ferryman for a hat for him, too. It's the least she can do for him.

After a while of quietly walking together, each lost in their own thoughts, she notices the colour of the sand changing. It's not only the sand, either: What few rock formations they see are similarly colourful, with layers of orange, red, pink, purple and more.]


Despite everything, this place is beautiful, isn't it? I never thought I'd be able to explore a desert.
solitarynote: (Sad)

[personal profile] solitarynote 2025-03-07 02:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sunny nodded, accepting that. Of course, it was the Ferryman’s job. They did it well, probably, just like they had protected their group during the Crossing.

Sunny didn’t have to worry about having to help. That should have put him at ease but… why did he feel like he was letting them down? It shouldn’t matter, the teen could go back to his relatively normal (for here) schedule, but…]


OK. I’m sorry. That I couldn’t help.

[He wasn’t sure why it mattered that he apologized. But the words were written and then he couldn’t take them back, no matter how true they were.

Still… they had their own journeys. That focused his mind into the future… the inevitable second Crossing. His pallor paled again, and the question he wrote was formed with shaky letters.]


We’ll have to leave here again, right? To keep moving? It’s… going to be scary again, isn’t it?
toilet_bound: (Hmm? (Suspicion))

[personal profile] toilet_bound 2025-03-07 02:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Anyone who wanders aimlessly in a desert - for as long and as often as Dankovsky had - has a problem, even if they don’t know what said problem was. At least, that was Hanako’s opinion.

When the Bachelor found something, presenting the toy, Hanako made his own show of considering the selection.

“Hmmm…” The child studied it, sliding one of the pieces back and forth, trying to make out what picture was imprinted without actually doing the puzzle. “Nope!”

The way he smiled, it was almost as if he was denying Dankovsky the prize on a game show! Sure, someone else Hanako had once know would have loved this sort of puzzle, at least for a while, but…

“It’s interesting, but not quite what I’m looking for! But good try!” He backed up a step, hands behind his back. “Would you like a hint~?”
Edited (Pressed post too early XD) 2025-03-07 14:27 (UTC)
toilet_bound: (Leer)

[personal profile] toilet_bound 2025-03-07 02:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hmmm… well he guessed that was good to know. But the fact that she had that knowledge and wasn’t using it because she was ‘used to’ a different environment was a bit concerning.

Oh well!]


What about me?

[He parroted her question back to her. Of course, he needed more specific guidelines to answer by - he wasn’t just going to give the answers away scot-free! - but it was fun teasing her.]
Edited (Forgot to change icon ) 2025-03-07 14:58 (UTC)
toilet_bound: (Hmm? (Content))

[personal profile] toilet_bound 2025-03-07 03:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, guess it’s good to know I’m not an oddity or anything~

[It would take some time. Hanako should know this but… for once, he was thrown into an entirely new situation in decades. At least they had time.

Still, the Ferryman’s words have him curious.]


So you have to do this - help us on this journey - all by yourself? With no help? Doesn’t that get lonely?

[He should know: the afterlife, even if he hadn’t been entirely there yet, had been lonely before Yashiro showed up. Decades of being unable to interact with the majority of the living, holding a position solely on your own… that took a toll, didn’t it?

Maybe he was just making assumptions again based on the gaps in their answers. Maybe there was someone else helping - but as far as Hanako had been able to find by talking to the others, the Ferryman was the only other such figure here.]
toilet_bound: (Teasing)

[personal profile] toilet_bound 2025-03-07 03:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh wow, the air was so hot and humid he could have cut it with his knife, if he had it. Hanako was trying to convince himself it was the desert making his own cheeks warm.

What to do, what to do…]


Of course! It would be really inconvenient if I lost my personal assistant after all this time! Imagine having to teach someone from scratch~

[Despite the fact there wasn’t a bathroom to clean here. He may have just mentally kicked himself when the words left his mouth, no matter how true they were. They just weren’t the entire truth…

He may have also completely missed whatever Yashiro had spotted because of trying to cover is own unidentifiable feelings.]
Edited (Realized the stick prompt XD) 2025-03-07 15:32 (UTC)
toilet_bound: (Eh?)

[personal profile] toilet_bound 2025-03-07 03:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[There was something about the mental image of an older Kou - looking so much like his older brother which sent a shiver down Hanako’s spine - with a mustache that had him laughing.]

Ehehehe~ But of course you d- ALSKLDACK!!

[Ready for another round of teasing, not so much ready for when her fist violently connected with his stomach. Hanako let out a combination of a wheeze and an incomprehensible noise as he buckled over, collapsing to the sand. He truly did deserve it.

A lay on the sand for a few moments, limbs trembling and small coughs leaving him, before his voice weakly let out.]
P-please… give me a… break…
hasapoint: you are wrong and she is right (A consciousness that smoldered endlessly)

[personal profile] hasapoint 2025-03-07 04:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Nope, never talked to them. I just saw them a time or two at a distance, back when we first arrived... appeared? in the Cavern. So maybe they were lost before the Crossing itself, hard to say. Big place.

Did you see anything interesting?
toilet_bound: (Embarrassed)

[personal profile] toilet_bound 2025-03-07 04:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Ehehehe~ [He let out an embarrassed laugh, grateful that she steadied him but… also feeling his own body moving automatically to catch her… just in case she fell too.

Thankfully, the dune wasn’t that steep, and between the two of them, their footing evened out.]
Ok, ok~ The sooner we get back, the better. Probably!
hasapoint: an old woman's hand proffering a sword hilt (Default)

[personal profile] hasapoint 2025-03-07 04:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Though honestly there's some who wouldn't use either thing. That poor little Prelate, for one.