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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] protectorofkouka 2025-03-26 07:15 am (UTC)(link)
[Soo Won couldn't deny the hint of disappointment he felt and he was quiet for a moment before answering with a quiet sigh.]

Yes. Even if injuries heal sometimes you can't regain everything that was lost.

[Just like a bond once severed will never be the same again. Soo Won's eyes narrowed at that unwanted stray thought. His thoughts had been straying to Hak and Yona more often since the crossing. It opened up a wound that he didn't know how to deal with and he no longer had the guilt of that night to cover up the pain. He stubbornly returned to the conversation at hand.]

I suspect it is the same with souls. It's not the outcome I wanted for them I'll admit, as those tethers were likely precious to them, but if they still have the chance to hold new memories and move on, then I'll accept that.
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[personal profile] blindluck 2025-03-26 07:51 am (UTC)(link)
You're very optimistic, aren't you? [Which isn't a bad thing, just noteworthy. Also, if he sidesteps the whole argument, they don't have to keep going in circles.]
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[personal profile] cloversandcranes 2025-03-26 08:05 am (UTC)(link)
[Makoto looks back at Celehar at his words silently for a moment before giving him a warm smile.]

You're right. Thank you for reminding me of that, Celehar-san.

[Standing up and stretching, he closes his eyes as he feels a cool breeze past through.]

...I'll do what I can for everyone here. I don't want to lose anymore people.
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[personal profile] blindluck 2025-03-26 08:05 am (UTC)(link)
We could make an attempt! It's safer to work in groups, after all. [Does that apply to wandering around lost in the desert? Maybe!] If we see something of note while we're walking back to the oasis, it would be irresponsible not to investigate it.
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[personal profile] cloversandcranes 2025-03-26 08:49 am (UTC)(link)
[Makoto hesitated for a moment, worried about talking too much about Nagito without him being here. Still, after a moment, he responded.]

Yes. I shouldn't say too much but due to many events out of his control and bad teachings, Komaeda-kun doesn't feel like he deserves kindness. We're working on it but he still hesitates to accept my words.
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[personal profile] solitarynote 2025-03-26 12:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[Personally, it didn’t bother Sunny what Papyrus chose to do… sure, the fact that Sunny himself had been unable to dream while here bothered him, but wouldn’t it be bothersome if he got someone else worked up over that fact?]

It might be best to ask. If you want.
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[personal profile] solitarynote 2025-03-26 03:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sunny understood, in a way. The last thing he would want was to force Makoto to talk about something that he didn’t feel comfortable with, or for Nagito to get mad that he learned something he shouldn’t…]

I… get it. I wish I could… help. But… I’m probably not a good person for that…
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[personal profile] solitarynote 2025-03-26 04:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sunny listens patiently, taking that in.

Soo Won was smart and kind and wise…

The teen lays his head on his knees, wrapping his arms around them to bring them close, nearly swallowed by Soo Won’s cloak.]


The stars are… too bright…

[He doesn’t elaborate on if he means these stars or something else.]
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Ooops XD

[personal profile] toilet_bound 2025-03-26 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hanako couldn’t help it! If the Seven Wonders were good at anything, it was being mysterious.]

Ah, that’s almost like a rite of passage for new folks! [Hanako, what do you mean? You just arrived not too long ago?!] Have to get that mud of somehow, right~? And if seems like the pond somehow clears it out. It’s not like it’s remained muddy despite the number of people that used it. [Plus it’s a safe source of water to drink! Not that hydration was needed anymore.]
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[personal profile] marblenest 2025-03-26 07:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hold on- I can't, I'm so close."

He's not giving up so easily. Even though he should, he know he should. His fingers linger a bit longer. He's even tempted to hop in, to sink his face in. He almost does, but then he thinks of how much it would scare poor Frieda, and he doesn't... he sighs, leaning back, arm soaking wet.

Dankovsky pulls himself into a sitting position, shivering, from the cold water or the adrenaline or both, he's not sure which. Damn it, he was certain that would work.

"The river- Where was the river again? Will we lose this place if we leave?" He asks absentmindedly.
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[personal profile] callsignhornet 2025-03-26 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Thanks for the information. I'll message if I have any other questions.
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[personal profile] callsignhornet 2025-03-26 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[Frieda makes an excellent point, and the concern seeps into the edges of Allynbee's professional stoicism.]

It might be best to make sure that the people going without the Ferryman have some kind of protection. I know I'm trained, but do we have anyone else?
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[personal profile] callsignhornet 2025-03-26 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Allynbee waits. Being a SPECTRE, she is used to catching people off-guard with a question. Given the ...eccentricities of the folks she's met here, it's likely Dankovsky has run into some friction.

"That's a fair assessment. What's your theory about the kidnapping, then?"
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[personal profile] marblenest 2025-03-26 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)
He's not used to being entertained. Moreso being argued with. So to say he hasn't had the chance to brainstorm it out loud would be an understatement. The more he thinks about it in his head, the more it sounds stupid, but even the most ridiculous of solutions sound more rational than being dead.

Dead people don't walk. Dead people don't talk.

"Ah, after that altercation, perhaps then I was kidnapped and brought here for some sort of experimentation... Perhaps the Cheka finally caught up to me."

But he knows that's so short sighted. It explains so little! How can so many different people be here! It's people from all sorts of places, decades apart! How? It makes no sense!

"... Thinking about it gives me a migraine." Dankovsky says out loud after mulling it over more, truly he would figure it out, he really would, he just didn't have all the answers right now.
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[personal profile] urtitan 2025-03-26 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[Despite the water's darkness, Frieda can tell that he can't possibly reach the bottom, and his insistence on still trying puts another concerned frown on her face. She shares his desperation for a breakthrough, anything that'll illuminate their fate in this afterlife, and seeing him eventually sit down in resignation pains her. She has no extra layer of clothing to spare for him, so she can only put a comforting hand on his shoulder.]

If this were a regular landscape, I'd feel halfway confident that we'll find our way back and then here again, but...

[She hesitates, just for a moment.]

I feel like our surroundings keep shifting. Even during our descent to the oasis, the path behind us seemed to have disappeared when I looked back.

[Whether it's the cool night air or the uncanny feeling evoked by the memory, a shiver runs down her spine as well.]
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[personal profile] marblenest 2025-03-26 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
There really is no solution... he can't ask her to go by herself, nor can he ask her to stay here by herself. He'd do both of those himself, in an instant, but asking her to do so.

Dankovsky can't will himself to do so. Despite his desperation to find something here.

He slams a wet fist into the ground.

"Damn it all." He says, visibly shaking. "All of this, days of wandering, and for nothing. This place is practically mocking me... And now I've gone and dragged you into this as well."
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[personal profile] urtitan 2025-03-26 10:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[She nods. It's not the first time she does a mental tally of the group's combatants.]

To my knowledge, besides you, only Need, Katsuki, and Yusuke can fight... but even Yusuke got hurt by the wraiths.

[And Katsuki, unbeknownst to her, will disappear, not to be found again in the vast desert - not by them, in any case.]

Having seen the dangers of going without the Ferryman, I doubt that many will attempt it when it's time for the next Crossing.

[In any case, she hopes so. The few capable people can't be expected to protect all the rest of them.]
urtitan: (Hm?)

[personal profile] urtitan 2025-03-26 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[While her upset increases - it's hard to see him so utterly frustrated, harder than bearing her own resignation -, it ignites a sense of determination in her, and she arrives at the same conclusion he just denied himself.]

If we were to split up, do you think the one who remains here could guide the other back through text messages - descriptions of the surroundings, the position of the sun or moon, and such?

["Text messages", of course, being the ones sent through their books - assuming he doesn't have one of those strange mechanical devices instead.]
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[personal profile] marblenest 2025-03-26 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"We could certainly try. Let me remain, just in case it becomes dangerous here. If you leave, at least if you can't make it back here, surely you'll be lead back to the Oasis unharmed."

It's a sound logic in Dankovsky's mind, considering how many times he's wandered around and eventually managed to get back to the Oasis. At least it's a plan, rather than wander aimlessly, they can use writings to communicate.
urtitan: (We must accept our fate.)

[personal profile] urtitan 2025-03-26 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[Somehow, it doesn't surprise her that he chose to remain. Isn't it harder to linger, alone with one's thoughts, than to take action? She, in any case, thinks so. But she can't argue, because from a purely practical standpoint, she's lighter on her feet than him, given his injured leg, and she can comfort herself with the knowledge that at least he'll have shelter and water to help him endure the daytime heat.

She, meanwhile, will have to face not only the challenge of finding the way back to the river, but the greater one of procuring one or multiple containers to transport the mud in... she may just have to ask the Ferryman for help.

But she'll cross that bridge when she gets there. For now, she wants to say goodbye to him in as proper a manner as she can - just in case. She doesn't want to imagine him disappearing like G'raha and Katsuki did, but... who's to say, really? Kneeling down, she gently wraps her arms around his shoulders from behind.]


I'll be back as fast as I can, Doctor Dankovsky. I'll send you status updates, too.
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[personal profile] marblenest 2025-03-26 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
He feels the guilt rest on him as soon as she says it. Her thoughts are right, his leg is part of why he's asked her to go, and he almost feels worse as she envelops him in a hug. Dankovsky almost thinks to push her away, but he doesn't have the heart to. He's so tired. Instead he just nods, giving a hum of affirmation.

"If it's too difficult, please don't worry. Just stay in the Oasis where it's safe. I can make my way back alone. Just keep yourself safe." He insists. That's more important than anything here, truly.
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[personal profile] witnessvelama 2025-03-27 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
"A friend, then." He notes, picking a different word for it than Dankovsky had chosen - but from the outside, the respect is easy to consider as the method by which the Bachelor might determine those worth his time. Not money, nor influence, but skill - it makes Celehar's estimation of the man rise in turn. Given the efforts to combat a plague, as well - it's enough by far to balance out the image of a peacock-showoff courier. He's almost forgotten himself enough to smile.

"If it were a language, it must have named itself," Celehar says. "Though perhaps only in the practical way, as 'The language of the people of the Steppe'. That is the way of it with Ethuverazhin or Barizhese - our neighbors," he adds, for Daniil's benefit of the unfamiliar name. Names have power, even so simple a name as that."

He looks over Dankovsky, considering the shirt and the absent jacket, and asks, "Were the customs of the Steppe quite different? Your hair aside, your dress is more familiar than the others here." Need's apron is that of a working woman, unusual but not unheard of, but the others... some of their clothing is so strange in construction. Celehar, in the meanwhile - he certainly doesn't look fancy in his shirtsleeves, but he still has earrings, and the pins holding his hair coiled off of his neck have little glass-pearl decorations to them. And of course, it's impossible to miss how long he wears it.
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[personal profile] spaghettimonster 2025-03-27 05:09 pm (UTC)(link)
The skeleton can't help but notice, as this conversation goes on raising questions - like whether hallucinations are a real side effect of 'sleep deprivation - that the alliteratively dependable doctor hasn't stopped talking aloud to him. And that instead, the answer to the worry is just, staying here, hopefully away from anyone who'd mind seeing someone talk to themselves. Maybe this, too, is shock.

"Yyyyes, I am something of a skeleton..." The caution against words like 'monster' has never seemed so pertinent as this very moment. Talk of not being a dead human can probably also wait, for similar reasons of keeping things calm. That leaves the remaining high priority question on his mind: "But, cartoon? Why cartoon? Is it my outfit...?"

He actually looks down at himself, examining the 'battle body' in more detail. Sure, it's still pretty vividly colorful, as he's showered with laundry detergents that promised color retention quite a few times. And it is from that costume party, originally based off some old human thing. But really, cartoon?
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[personal profile] spaghettimonster 2025-03-27 05:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Still sleeping even when people really don't need to sleep at all... I guess some habits are hard to break.

[He might have said this with more disdain, dismay, or at least disappointment a few weeks ago. The notion of spending the entire night abed, the hours whirling away with nothing but weird dreams and maybe a sore neck to show for it? Wasteful, he would have said! Now...

Well, it's not the underground, with clear limited boundaries to their lives - or, well, their existence. But it is kind of a captivity, apparently with a brief but regular danger to pass through, towards some incredible unknown final destination that might just be fading away forever after all. He... supposes... he can be the bigger skeleton, and not blame them for wanting to just take breaks from thinking about it.

But surely there are other ways?]


Maybe we have to work our ways up. Instead of real life stories... We could make stories up! Like radio shows, without the radio.
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[personal profile] spaghettimonster 2025-03-27 05:18 pm (UTC)(link)
But of course!!! [What other way of living is there, when you really get down to it? But maybe that's not obvious, without the context, and... well... A little trade, for that baffling story of an adjective-riddled and audibly capitalized tragedy.] Years of living in underground captivity... You learn to look all the harder for the bright side of everything!