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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] fantail 2025-04-05 07:46 pm (UTC)(link)
I have seen the avian afterlife and the train through the stars seems to be an essential aspect and quite preferable to, what? Wandering the desert?

[Doves don't do well in great heat, either. No sweat.]

This wouldn't be... the Christian Limbo, I hope, which overrides that? Very few Japanese are Christians.

[Sakuya's not anything like devout but like, he's culturally Christian at the least.]
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[personal profile] blindluck 2025-04-05 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)
It's definitely not that, or I wouldn't be here. [Sakuya is right, Nagito isn't Christian.] We haven't figured out what everyone has in common, if there's anything at all. But you won't be in the desert permanently! We travel to different places. This is only our second stop, though.
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[personal profile] fantail 2025-04-05 08:16 pm (UTC)(link)
And without the gracious and dignified conveyance of a train you must fly from star to star, is that it?? Like vagrants?

[sakuya humans can't-]
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[personal profile] blindluck 2025-04-05 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, it's more like walking from cave to desert.
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[personal profile] marblenest 2025-04-05 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
He holds out his cane in front of her legs to stop her in her tracks.

"Wait."

The Bachelor doesn't ask it. He demands it, just as he demands the slurry that is his mind focus in on his surroundings. The buckets on the ground. The mud slathered on the walls. That pool of water he stuck his arm in hours ago.

Yes, they had been here.

Poor Frieda was simply too tired to realize it. And Dankovsky wanted to just about cry when he realized it himself.

He doesn't want to say it. So he simply uses his cane again to motion over to the buckets.

"... I'm sorry." He finally manages.

His grip on her hand tightens a bit. Why was this place so demanding? So cruel? If there was a god, he was laughing at Dankovsky right now, that much was for certain.
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[personal profile] marblenest 2025-04-05 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
It would be a big deal for Daniil. If Burakh somehow did show up here, he would probably find Celehar, promise him not to tell Artemy he called him a friend out of sheer embarrassment, and pretend it never happened. But yes, friend would be an apt description of their relationship.

He wonders more about Celehar's relationship to the dead. He's brought it up a few times. It's obviously a much different relationship than Dankovsky has to death, wanting to defeat it, cure it, he's a bit afraid it would be a matter of contention, and, well, he feels like he has so few friends here to begin with.

Dankovsky's wary of straining what he does have.

"I haven't found anything yet, actually." He answers, "Not for lack of looking, but I've also been exploring the Dunes. Have you found anything of note?"

More like depression wandering through the Dunes, but, you know, same thing.
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[personal profile] beos 2025-04-06 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
"I'll find them."

Lain doesn't seem particularly worried about giving up memories, despite her outburst about the subject. It's accepted, just like that. Better to choose what to delete than to have it forced away from you.

A pause, and then, "Thank you. For your help." She says.
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[personal profile] blindluck 2025-04-06 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
"It's no trouble!" Nagito smiles, he hopes encouragingly. "Good luck getting your questions answered!"
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[personal profile] marblenest 2025-04-06 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
Luckily Dankovsky's still preoccupied with the current situation to realize any of this. Or else a mental breakdown surely would be occurring. Instead he's glaring down at a bird, hands on his hips, face red in anger.

"R-Russian primitive?" He gasps, mouth agape, "Why- You oversized turkey, I should roast you over a fire for speaking to me that way! How dare you!"

He points aggressively at Sakuya as he speaks, it's like all rationality has flown out the window, just the absurdity of being insulted by a large pigeon is making Dankovsky absolutely mad with rage. Perhaps he has gone mad. Perhaps this is the end of his legacy. Fighting with an oversized bird in the middle of the desert.
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[personal profile] fantail 2025-04-06 09:22 am (UTC)(link)
Sakuya flaps in place, kicking up a momentary breeze and a number of sand particles. How is a bird glowering? Good question.

"Pfah! As expected of a primate, your first response to adversity is cannibalism! Small wonder your kind are dying out." He's aware that that's not a good thing to say but look, frankly, humans are. "Susceptible to every disease that drifts your way and too bloodthirsty to know when to stop!"

It would be fantastic if he had backup here. One of his schoolmates would try to deescalate somehow, Yuuya would too but he'd be armed, Albert would just appear with a knife to the human's throat. Sakuya doesn't have any of that.
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[personal profile] urtitan 2025-04-06 11:40 am (UTC)(link)
[She has realised it, she just doesn't want to believe it - but when he apologises, there's no further denying it, and her shoulders slump with the same frustration and disappointment he feels, feebly returning the squeeze of his hand.]

...

Don't apologise. It's not your fault.

[After a moment of wondering why - surely, whoever built this magnificent momument had a greater purpose? -, she quietly suggests:]

Let's go back through the hallway. Maybe there's something we overlooked - a hidden side door or hatch..!

[But whether he joins her or lets her go alone, too hopeless now to engage in further futile attempts at discovering anything in this structure, there's nothing to be found. The path simple leads from inside the monolith to back inside it, with not so much as a hint of any further mechanisms.]
Edited 2025-04-06 11:45 (UTC)
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[personal profile] toilet_bound 2025-04-06 03:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, you’re right! Time is wonky here~ I just assumed to mark the hours like normal, as opposed to using daylight, but even then…

I guess a better marker might be paying attention to those around us! Surely the people that have gone through a Crossing before will have a better ‘sense’ of when it will occur.
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Lol, no worries! I’m the same way

[personal profile] toilet_bound 2025-04-06 03:15 pm (UTC)(link)
“Ehehe, frustrating, isn’t it~?” Hanako pauses, teasing seemingly put away. “Mind you, what might seem an ulterior motive really wasn’t directed solely at you. You simply happened to be the first adult that wandered by.”

No hard feelings, right? Or at least, not on Hanako’s side, even if his little experiment had failed. “I’d been hoping that maybe the rules of this place simply limited the scope I things I could find, but guess it’s the same for everyone!”
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[personal profile] toilet_bound 2025-04-06 03:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[Clearly not! If Hanako is offended by the insinuation, he doesn’t show it.]

Hmmm~? Sounds like you were expecting something a bit different. A train you say…? That isn’t too dissimilar to how one can get to the Far Shore in mine.

[No, really. Afterlife transportation is apparently a whole other thing.]
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[personal profile] spaghettimonster 2025-04-06 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes... I suppose the visual arts would need to wait, at least until the auditory had a chance to sink in.

[With these particular visual arts going nowhere - the wraiths just not particularly reacting - the skeleton stands and stretches his spine with a bit of a crackle.]

I hate to ask, but... In the interest of exploring all our options... [A sigh. Put-upon.] Did anyone try telling terrible puns at them? Or other stand-up 'comedy'.
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[personal profile] spaghettimonster 2025-04-06 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
I am very kind... And you're kind to offer!!

[Truly, who can recognize kindness better than their fellow kind people? He grins brightly at her, before going a little thoughtful.]

Maybe I'll take some time to explore the sands, in the meantime... I hear there's sometimes things to find, even if the Ferryman is helping people out of the river.

[That, and it offers an explanation where he's been getting off to. Whether she workshops that explanation more, or offers it as is... Some of them might find that blunt approach the simplest and kindest. He wouldn't mind a more complimentary description getting handed out - adding a well-placed adjective like "cool," for instance.]
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[personal profile] spaghettimonster 2025-04-06 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
A CROSSING SIXTH SENSE...
OR MAYBE FIRST OR SECOND, I DON'T KNOW HOW MANY CROSSINGS PEOPLE HAVE BEEN THROUGH.


[So far most of the people he's heard mention it seem to have been through the process once, or not at all yet. The Ferryman is the clear exception there.]

BUT IT SEEMS THAT, EVEN WITHOUT PROPER MAGIC...
THERE'S MORE POWERS TO BE GAINED!
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[personal profile] spaghettimonster 2025-04-06 07:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Human servants...

[He echoes the phrase uncertainly, his eyesockets widening with mentions of 'resentful primates' and 'motherland'. Wherever - and maybe whenever? - this bird is from, this is clearly not one of the recently released monsters returned to the surface.

...He can't rule out before the underground, maybe even before the war itself, but... Maybe he'll hold off on mentions of monsters until he knows more.]


Are you sure... you didn't already line things up just so? Maybe your hard work prepared them all!

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[personal profile] callsignhornet 2025-04-06 07:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[Allynbee watches Frieda drift off for a moment and smiles at her reaction.]

Sounds like you might want to head back to the shelters. I can walk with you, if you want?
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I've been dithering over whether he knows the reference, erring on 'yes, but not well'

[personal profile] spaghettimonster 2025-04-06 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Consider it a longterm project for if/when he learns enough of Daniil's backstory, then! The skeleton isn't one to shy from occasionally alarming or threatening people, if it suits some purpose or goal of his, after all. A moment of levity-in-retrospect by subjecting people to their fears could be justified as helpful to them, what with the whole letting go of memories and identities theme going on with their journey here...

For the moment, he's not privy to the man's backstory or train of thought, and is left watching the contemplation with curiosity. When it actually results in a possibility, he beams.

"'Watson', huh?" he muses aloud, scratching at his chin and trying to remember what he knows of the name. Doctor, which is funny with the alliterative doctor suggesting it, connected to a detective in some written works - the narrator, he believes. "As in... a partner in a certain investigative duo?"

One of the others had suggested that he could look to stories for notions of names, come to think of it. He hadn't immediately gone scouring his memory for ideas to pull from, still busy with getting oriented to everything, but had agreed it seemed a sound notion - surely he could make any such name drawn from fiction his own in time, and in the meantime?

"I've never considered biographer as a past-time... But there is a certain appeal to celebrating someone's accomplishments in so organized and published a manner! If, uh, I can find paper for publishing."
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[personal profile] urtitan 2025-04-07 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
[Alas, "cool" hasn't yet become part of her vernacular, but she'll assure the others that he has a friendly disposition (and while she won't make explicit mention of it, he seems to also have a healthy enough degree of self-confidence - that's more than can be said for most members of their group, frankly).]

Just be careful in your explorations! If you get lost or need help for any other reason, use your notebook or device, alright?

[Assuming he already received one, that is.]
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[personal profile] witnessvelama 2025-04-07 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
Kindness is its own strength, Celehar thinks but does not say, with the memory of the Emperor at the forefront of his mind. Instead, he ekes out an amused croak of a chuckle, if only because despite Need's protestations, he's sure that he's not the only one who knows this about her.

"You may at least rest assured," he says, "That there is very little to fight over, now. We certainly do not need to do so for the many reasons one might take advantage of another while we were alive."

Another bittersweet thought - but there's a relief in it, too, the understanding that the many stressors of living are eased away from them. No matter how much it feels like it leaves them lost - no matter how much time it might leave them to instead get lost in their own thoughts.
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the snail returns! lmk if you want to continue or handwave the rest

[personal profile] protectorofkouka 2025-04-07 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
[That was the question wasn't it. Soo Won brought his hand to his chin in thought.]

I can't be certain since I lost track of the stars I was using to navigate after a sandstorm caught me unawares, however I tried to keep a general idea of which direction led back to the oasis.

[He looked back the way he came and pointed a bit to the east.]

That way might be our best option.
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[personal profile] protectorofkouka 2025-04-07 07:39 am (UTC)(link)
[Soo Won considered the question with a small hum. He wondered what it would be like to travel without the weight of his kingdom on his shoulders. It was hard to imagine really. What would he have liked? Only one thought came to mind and he hesitated before giving it a voice.]

I think I would have been happy going anywhere, as long as Hak and Yona were with me.
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[personal profile] solitarynote 2025-04-07 12:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sunny’s eye widened, not expecting an answer but…

The line brought a beautifully nestled image to his mind. A place filled with warmth, gentle, and maybe even a little secret…

He nodded, relaxing. Soo Won got it.]


You… read poetry…?

[The question was hesitant. Sunny assumed that was poetry. It sounded like the line of a poem… and Sunny himself enjoyed such things.]