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TEST DRIVE MEME

01. ARRIVING IN PELEA
A cold wind singing down from the white-capped mountains which hang blue-black in the distance stirs your cheek, the tall grass all around you. A bough creaks as the wind makes it tremble, and the dappled shadows drift over you, leaves rustling. As you blink awake, you hear the quiet hiss of water over stones. You are not where you once were!

You and a large group of strangers are blinking awake, pulling yourselves up off the dirt, grass, and rubble near a small wooded stream. There is no evidence of civilization in sight, and as you exchange stories you realize that you must decide what to do.

Will you head past the trees and towards the mountains? Deeper into the forest? Stay put and wait for help to arrive? You might even try to meet everyone else, and either convince them to band together... or head their separate ways.

02. CITY SLICKER
There are many cities throughout the world of Pelea, and in most player characters, the Flaws, are welcomed as curiosities. From the lively, bustling markets of colorful Vairaya to the grimly efficient and stately mountain strongholds of Draichurith, your characters will find a wide variety of cultures and races to interact with and investigate. They could be seeking empoyment, answers to the mystery of their arrival, or a quiet place to drink away their worries.

03. WILDCARD!

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[He's definitely her sort of man. Grinning, she peeks around him, tipping her head so she can look up at his face.]

With any luck, we'll run into plenty of dangerous things. You've got dibs on keeping us both alive, though.

[Dangerous still scares her, but at least being chased by large and deadly things is familiar. Beyond that, there's a part of her that hopes the Doctor would be out around danger, and that she might run into him if she looks hard enough. Recognizing that it's dangerous to go out alone, she's grateful to have found someone that's daring.

So she grabs hold of his hand as she slips around from behind him, and tugs him along after her in the opposite direction of everyone else.]

Come on!

[If he was human, this would be the point where he might feel a twinge of concern. Thankfully for their sense of fun, he was not, letting her tug him along with a rather excited look on his face as they went the way less traveled.]

Well, I'm not omnipotent. I can't guarantee you'll stay alive. I will, but, I can certainly try to keep you from coming to harm. I can promise that much.

[And a deal with the Devil is a very firm deal, after all.]

So what shall I call you, mm? Spunky? Seems to suit.

God, no. [She looks displeased with the very idea of it for a split second, before she's laughing and glancing up at him as she leads the way.] Bless you, though.

[Spunky isn't a bad thing to have associated with her. It's much better than slow or lazy or dim, after all. ]

My name's Clara Oswald.

Clara Oswald. That's a bit of a mouthful.

[Don't worry, Clara, he'd come up with a suitable nickname for you eventually. He always did.]

I'm Lucifer. Lucifer Morningstar. Pleasure to meet you. So, Clara Oswald of the adventurous sort, where have you been all my life?

[His name gets a quirk of her eyebrows, but she doesn't make any devil references. It's interesting that he'd mention surviving danger with such confidence with a name like that, though. She just files that information away for later.

Instead of focusing on that, she gives him a grin.]

Blackpool, mostly. Been all over the galaxy as of late though. I'm sure we would've run into each other eventually. Even if you aren't omnipotent.

[Just a subtle dig to get him to possibly explain his name.]

Pity. I only recently came to the mortal plane. Wound up in L.A., never bothered going elsewhere. I suppose I should, shouldn't I? Or... should have. Seems I missed that boat.

[She was certainly perky. He appreciated that. But she had said one thing...]

Galaxy? As in space? Well, you must tell me all about that. Never had the pleasure myself.

[She side eyes him, almost laughing in disbelief. He's just said he's only recently come to the mortal plane and he wants to hear about her being in space? ]

I'll tell you all about it just as soon as you tell me who you are, with a name like Lucifer and only having recently coming to Earth. You can't be human.

Fair enough. Lucifer Morningstar, as I said. Otherwise known as Satan, The Devil, Lord of Hell, blah blah. Fair enough? Now tell me about space. Are there aliens? Any with tentacles? Is it all one large anime tentacle porn video? I might watch that...

Of course there are aliens! [She laughs at how absurd the question is, and gives him a look that says he's technically as good as alien.]

The man I travel with is an alien. No tentacles on him...that I know of. And I've never seen anime, much less tentacle porn but I can say that my adventures so far have been tragically celibate.

[There's a pause, and she gives him a nudge with her hip.]

I didn't think the Devil would be so into animated tentacle porn. Is that why you came to Earth? To see some for yourself?

Of course, she says, as if I go gallivanting around the universe to find out for myself. I should. But...

[Not possible anymore. Not without his wings, anyway. Shame, really. He might have done so if he'd known there were aliens.

The look he gives her when he hears the word celibate is almost painfully sympathetic.]

You poor thing. No one should have to live through that. Truly. As for the whys, well... you try being a punisher of souls for ten billion years. It gets old, my dear. Even an angel, maybe even especially a fallen one, needs a break. Though, the sex is a fun part of it.

[She almost wants to look at him with pity. But she doesn't. It would be condescending, and she's smart enough to not be that way toward him. Instead, she looks at him with understanding. Not because she knows what it's like to be a punisher of souls for that long, but because she knows what it's like to want to get out of the place you've been told you have to stay.]

The man I travel with doesn't notice I'm a woman, I suspect.

[She doesn't comment on what he's told her, instead filing it away for later.]

That's not a mistake you seem likely to make, at least.

[And with that, she drops her hold on his hand and hurries on ahead of him to lead the way and see what's up ahead. ]

Is he blind? Or maybe swings the other way? I can't see you as anything but. A rather lovely one at that...

[Was he hitting on her? He was totally hitting on her. Come on. She was pretty, female, adventurous... like catnip for the Devil.

That comment answered her own on what he'd thought of her, but then she goes and scampers off ahead and he sighs. Look, there was a convenient tree over there. They could just go off and take an hour or four and--]

I hope you don't expect me to run.

[She spins about, motioning with her hand outstretched for him to stay put.]

You wait there. I'll pop off in this direction, see if there's anything worthwhile, and be back in a mo'.

[And expecting him to do as he's been told, she hurries on ahead. And...there's nothing but trees, trees, and more trees. They can venture on into said trees up where he is, so she makes her way back over to him.]

You were saying something about my being lovely? Feel free to continue, since it looks like we'll be walking a while before anything interesting happens and we'll need something to keep up morale.

[The look he gives her is pure disbelief. Did she truly expect him to just... stay put? Not bloody likely. He was already continuing on when she popped back, letting him know that the great wide open was indeed great and wide and bloody boring.

He reached into the inner pocket of his coat and pulled out a silver flask. Unscrewing the top, he took a sip, then handed it over to her.]

Care for a taste as I wax poetic about what a lovely backside you've got?

[She's typically not big on drinking, but it's been one hell of a day. So she takes hold of the flask and takes a sip, followed quickly by another. The taste of it makes her shiver all the way from head to toe as she swallows it down. She does a good job of looking comically scandalized by the fact he's getting her to drink and is talking about her backside.]

Think your waxing poetic depends on what your intentions are.

Mm, generally, they lean towards the prurient, but it's not out of my ability to play nicely. I do like to put the offer out there, but no worries, love, I don't press. That's just crass.

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