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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.
solitarynote: (Surprise)

[personal profile] solitarynote 2025-04-07 12:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[Anyone else might have been perturbed by a talking bird - and certainly one that was thanking him - but Sunny was used to such things.

His head was a strange place.

But the bird seemed almost… not surprised? ‘This is death’… Sunny nodded.]


U-um… y-yes…

[Someone else would surely be able to explain it better… Sunny had avoided doing so, just in case someone had an extreme Emotional Outburst to the news. But… maybe the creature in front of him wouldn’t take that realization out on Sunny? Hopefully?]
solitarynote: (Surprise)

Oasis

[personal profile] solitarynote 2025-04-07 12:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sunny mostly slept, but there were times when he would walk around outside (complete with his sunhat) or search for something he needed (he didn’t want to bother the Ferryman over everything).

Today, he was searching for crayons. Something to give his drawings more color than the monotone instrument he had been using so far.

And searching for things meant sometimes searching in the makeshift huts - there was a lot of stuff left behind by those who had passed through here previously - which meant, eventually, the teen wandered into the hut that Lain had taken up residence in.

His eye widened. He really hadn’t been expecting to see anyone, which made him fidget uncomfortably where he half-stood, half-hid.]

U-um…
toilet_bound: (Hmmmm?)

[personal profile] toilet_bound 2025-04-07 01:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[More powers to be gained? That certainly catches his attention.]

What do you mean by that? It was my understanding that we’re as ‘normal’ as we are going to get here.

[But if there was the fact that they could gain an advantage… Hanako wanted to know.]
spaghettimonster: (*SIGH*)

[personal profile] spaghettimonster 2025-04-07 01:34 pm (UTC)(link)
IF BY ORDINARY,
YOU MEAN COMPLETELY WITHOUT MAGIC.
WHICH I CALL NOT NORMAL AT ALL!!!!

BUT I JUST MEAN, WHAT YOU JUST SAID.
THAT BETTER SENSE FOR THE CROSSING.


[Listen, Hanako, he's grasping at straws for upsides here. Don't start building a mountain of the molehill until there's at least some moles living in it.]
spaghettimonster: (THIS WAS A TRIUMPH)

[personal profile] spaghettimonster 2025-04-07 01:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[Some of it's forced, some of it's chosen, but if nothing else the skeleton is a great believer in the power of making things true by believing in them, and he practices believing in himself day and night. It just might rub off on other people, if he doesn't forget the basis of his confidence first. For now, he poses even more heroically.]

But of course! I always keep my phone on me. You never know when someone might reach out...!

[Not that his phone, exactly, came with him. But time is wiggly - if he hasn't spoken with the Ferryman and received a replacement already, he will soon enough.]
spaghettimonster: (HUH???)

Arrival...

[personal profile] spaghettimonster 2025-04-07 02:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[He's been patrolling the riverbank occasionally, looking out for signs of anyone making their way out of the salt like baby birds out of eggshells. He doesn't, actually, know all that much about birds or eggs and hatching... But more importantly, he does know it's a kindness to help people out of the River! Since it's just full of their last living moments on repeat, and for some, those moments are pretty awful.

So when he sees the signs of hands stretching up, waving from the mud, he startles - and then rushes over.]


Oh my god! Okay, don't worry... and, don't worry if you can't help worrying... Just, hold onto my hands, okay?

[The skeleton offers his hands to grip, as he tries to brace himself to pull up. His hands are at least gloved, so it's not extremely obvious that they're only bones under the fabric, but... yeah. The hands reaching to grab Lain's are bones within gloves, and he doesn't have all that much weight to use as leverage in the pulling. It's probably mostly helpful for hauling her towards the riverbank, where there's more solid surface to grip.]
urtitan: (Goodbye)

[personal profile] urtitan 2025-04-07 03:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Very good! I'll see you again soon, then!

[The implicit reiteration, of course, being Don't wander off into the dunes, never to be seen again!]
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[personal profile] fantail 2025-04-07 04:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Properly vetted, of course. It's no use to have servants connected to terrorists, that quite defeats the point of using humans at all.

[it's to Look Good To High Society. Eyes open again, Sakuya huffs.]

I cannot do everything and did not plan for the possibility of being assassinated in my own home. The very nerve... Alfred should have taken care of that.

[Unless it was Alfred who'd killed him. It had happened very quickly, without any talk - Sakuya had been pushed to the floor of his study and then the knife had come, so sharp it barely hurt. That is what Sakuya would expect from him. His white feathers have slicked down closer to his skin, making him look smaller and more angular.]
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[personal profile] fantail 2025-04-07 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[oh he's not happy, but when Sakuya's not pitching a fit he's pretty coolheaded. He draws himself up as tall as he can without straining, an effect only somewhat bruised by the remaining mud.]

Where is the train, or the Conductor? I should like to complain about the method of arrival!
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[personal profile] beos 2025-04-07 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Lain seems entirely unbothered, at least. Maybe a little surprised, but other than that.

A girl a few years younger than you is currently sitting in front of a computer tower, the thing half taken apart, with a screwdriver in hand. She simply waves while she continues to disassemble the piece she's currently working on.

Whoever she is, she's friendly enough, at least! But quiet for sure.
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[personal profile] beos 2025-04-07 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
She can't really hear him, the mud is so dense, but when she feels someone grip back onto her hands, she grips back as hard as she can. Does kicking her legs help? Like she's swimming? Lain isn't quite sure, but she tries anyways. It's certainly better than doing nothing.

Eventually, more of her arms come up from the mud's surface, and then the top of her head. When her arms and head are out she can finally take a moment to gasp for air, even though she doesn't need it anymore, and take a look around her. Lain tries to rub some of the mud off of her face with one hand, unsuccessfully, but enough to at least see.

She doesn't seem scared of the skeleton in front of her, at least. In fact she seems eerily calm about all of this, much more calm than a child should be about being stuck in a river of mud, in fact. Lain then lets go of Papyrus' hands to push her arms down, trying to lift herself up the rest of the way out.

She's mostly successful, but it is a lot of work. Lain has herself out about halfway up to her waist until she gets stuck again and needs another break.
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[personal profile] beos 2025-04-07 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"Do they usually answer questions?" Lain asks

It's the way Nagito says that. It makes Lain wonder if the Ferryman is normally sort of dodgy about things...
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[personal profile] blindluck 2025-04-08 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
"They'll answer questions, but not always in the way people would prefer," Nagito says. "It could be because they're a spirit, or it could be they simply don't want to answer some things."
spaghettimonster: (Y-YOU SIMPLY STARTLED ME.)

[personal profile] spaghettimonster 2025-04-08 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
It turns out that the new arrival... is an inexpressive human child, with irregular bangs and brown hair that's not quite shoulder length. That's... fine.

Thanks in part to his actively reminding himself every day to remember all the good times and not focus too much on that one murderous moment, the skeleton is only a little tense about the eerie calm of that face. When she lets go, he only backs off just enough to provide a space for her to push on and eventually clamber into, staying close enough to reach out again if she slips.

"I, uh... I may still be working on an impressive musculature, but I can surely help pull you a little further out! If you like."
spaghettimonster: (IT'S OKAY TO NOT BE OKAY SOMETIMES)

[personal profile] spaghettimonster 2025-04-08 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
[The skeleton resorts to a smile and nod demeanor in his attempt to keep a baffled frown off his face, listening to the continuing parade of surprising words and phrases. Vetted, as not connected to terrorists? Assassinated...?]

Assassinated... How terrible. What could they have hoped to gain?

[The question is cautious. Partly because, while he knows a few bird monsters in passing, none are close enough for him to be sure of the significance of that change in stature - does smaller and sharper mean something evasive, or maybe something threatening...?

And partly, because truthfully, that's maybe the least alien part of this ambiguous story to him. Not that he was killed for political reasons, but, he's heard some of what happened with other monsters fighting the human. Some had definitely been for-hire mercenaries at the very least. And he's encountered some particularly unfriendly words, in his few months as ambassador. But the circumstances were still very different, he suspects.]
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[personal profile] witnessvelama 2025-04-08 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
An argument to be had another time, perhaps. For now there's a diversion to the conversation, saving Celehar from having to insist on the truth of his ability to speak to the dead, and Daniil from instead having to protest it as absurd or unscientific or the like.

Instead Celehar shrugs, letting the motion speak for him on the actual question of searching. "I am not inclined to," he admits. "The wraiths congregate on the edges, and I admit my concerns beyond our group settle on them." He hasn't even heard about the various ruins out in the desert, for instance - though he's done his fair share of depression wandering along the edges of the Ferryman's lantern.

"The descriptions of those that attacked you and the others away from the Ferryman's lantern are unsettling."
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[personal profile] fantail 2025-04-08 07:14 am (UTC)(link)
What does anyone gain through assassination? It sends a message and removes a threat, or a rival. Tch... whichever brother that was, or even my sister, they'll find it very difficult to take my place. The dynamic of the family will be much the worse and far less stable.

[As the world is less stable than even a year ago, and may change for the worse. Now his weight, however small or large, is removed from that scale.

Sakuya raises his head abruptly.]


Anatomical model! Have you seen a human girl?
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[personal profile] fantail 2025-04-08 07:17 am (UTC)(link)
I've seen it. Much as I would have preferred that whole mess of nonsense to be a shared delusion, I must acknowledge there was truth in it! Birds take a well-appointed train through the night sky, shedding our memories as we go, until we return to the Earth to hatch once more!

It is not this hot or filthy. Where is the Conductor?
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[personal profile] fantail 2025-04-08 07:21 am (UTC)(link)
Hardly a better option!
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[personal profile] blindluck 2025-04-08 07:35 am (UTC)(link)
It's the only one now that you're here. [Just judging by Nagito's face, it doesn't seem like he thinks it's a particular inconvenience.] Well, I guess you can fly, if you'd like, but I don't think you can travel ahead of Ferryman-san.

[Can a bird as big as Sakuya fly with those proportions? If Gundam were here, he would probably know.]
urtitan: (Goodbye)

[personal profile] urtitan 2025-04-08 07:40 am (UTC)(link)
[She shakes her head, rising up from the ground.]

I'll be fine. If you just watch my back..!

[It's a half-joke - what should happen on the short walk back to the shelters? -, but then again, who knows in a strange place like this? With the path in plain view, Allynbee actually will be able to keep an eye on Frieda without leaving the waterside. She smiles at her once more.]

I'll see you later!

[Hopefully, a bit of rest will actually leave her refreshed and composed. Despite not remembering the memory she relived during the Crossing, she can still feel the exhaustion deep within her.]
toilet_bound: (Embarrassed)

[personal profile] toilet_bound 2025-04-08 12:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[Well, this skeleton certainly was an optimist! No reason for Hanako to take that away. It wasn’t harming anyone in this situation.]

Ah, you’re right! Who knows - maybe it will lead to other discoveries too?

[He’s humoring you. Hanako doesn’t share that strong of a belief but… what harm did letting the skeleton believe in himself do?]
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[personal profile] toilet_bound 2025-04-08 12:30 pm (UTC)(link)
‘Conductor’…? Ah, you must mean the person in charge! Closest person you’ll get to that here is the Ferryman.

[Humor the bird. Humor the bird! Hanako leaned closer, his smile widening.]

But if you find talking to me vexing, I’m sure you won’t learn much from them. It’s just how apparitions are~
spaghettimonster: (Y-YOU SIMPLY STARTLED ME.)

[personal profile] spaghettimonster 2025-04-08 03:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[The skeleton loses the fight for control over his face, outright staring at this revelation of fratricide. Being killed by one's own sibling...

He tries, and fails, to imagine being in that situation himself. Not because his own brother would be incapable of it in theory - Sans is quick and clever with his magic, when he can be bothered to do anything. Not even because neither of them was inclined to do any killing, even with the big incentive of seeking freedom from the underground. But mostly because...

Well, he, his brother - even Undyne if he stretched the fratricide definition to including friends - they all liked talking too much to go straight into a fight. What was the fun or glory without some boasting, taunts, or threats to start it off? Maybe, in retrospect, his murderer was doing an assassinate after all.

He startles out of his train of thought at the abrupt movement and abrupt... new form of address? (At least it's not 'Skeleton', he'll take it for now.)]


Uh, a human girl...? Well, I've seen a couple of them.
spaghettimonster: (I CAN'T STAY MILDLY IRRITATED AT YOU)

[personal profile] spaghettimonster 2025-04-08 03:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[Humoring the forced optimism is a kind of politeness - he'll take it.]

THERE COULD BE ALL SORTS OF THINGS TO SCAVENGER HUNT!!

[Some of them might not even be objects of varying usefulness and varying nostalgia, but less tangible things. Who knows!]