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worldsmeme2017-01-28 04:23 pm
worldtech) wrote in worldsmeme2017-01-28 04:23 pm
West World - Test Drive Meme #1
Your body is gently rocked awake. No, not to the dulcet tones of an Aerosmith ballad, but the rumble of wheels, the creak of wood, the thunder of dozens of horses beating the ground with their hooves. Perhaps you're asleep in the saddle, perhaps awkwardly jammed between strangers in the back of a canvas covered wagon. It's a peaceful prairie afternoon, the sun is shining and the birds are singing, a herd of bison are baying down by the river, but this is the wild frontier, and the tranquility won't last forever.
But first, there's you. What do you remember? Perhaps it's a fabricated history on the East Coast: a huge family of which you are the youngest; a toppled business empire; a brush with the law. Whatever it is, it's why you've hit the trail, a past that you can't return to, your hopes staked on a future in the town of Horseshoe.
Perhaps. Or perhaps those hazy memories are quickly slipping away. Perhaps you know exactly who you are, and you have no idea - none at all - how you got here in the first place. One second you were fighting a space battle in a galaxy far, far away, and now you're eating dust, blinded by the hot summer sun, your ass being beaten sore by the road beneath your feet.
The question is: now you're here, what will you do? The road is hard ahead, but it's dangerous to go it alone.
★ It's Only Horse Play
The thing about horses - and mules, for that matter - is that they're not cars. They have minds of their own, and you can't fix them by swearing at them until they start, although I guess you could try. They have limited energy, so they might stop dead in the middle of the road, holding up traffic. They might throw a shoe--no, it's nothing like changing a tire. Irritated by flies or the whip, or surprised by a snake in the road, they might bolt at random. If the worst should happen, that wicked cool stallion you're riding might just have his eyes on a mare in harness. Be careful he doesn't break his leg trying to climb over the wagon's shaft.
All in all, four feet and a mean set of teeth make for a fun ride. These horses, too, have come an awful long way, and they're getting as miserable, tired and grouchy as their owners. Harnesses are one size doesn't fit all, wagons are heavily loaded, and the horses are bruised and sore, their legs and feet aching from the slog, their necks arched painfully forward to take the strain. To spare your horse, its good to get out of the saddle now and again, but on the trail, that's not always possible. Don't be surprised if, hitching up, a horse resists the harness--and be careful! Remember, that animal is your lifeline. Without it, you and all your worldly goods are stranded out here.
★ Old Man River
A river crossing. Awesome. You remember this part in Oregon Trail, right? All you have to do is cross the river. But it's not that simple. One wagon might cross easily, but another, more heavily laden, might sink too deep a few feet in. A weaker, more exhausted horse may struggle, or lose its footing in the swell of the current, or worse, one of the wagon's wheels may break halfway across. A horse might even panic, as the water wraps around his feet, jump sidewards and take the wagon with it.
Perhaps you make it, but if not you're going to need help. Brute strength or supernatural powers might come in handy helping you to wrestle across the haphazard ford. Maybe that help is friendly, and maybe it comes with a price.
Rivers are dangerous. One missed step, one misjudgement, and it's the end of the road. Whatever you do, be careful. Make a plan. But whether you like it or not, you have to cross. The road to Horseshoe is on the other side, and you're so close now you can taste it.
★ It Was A Dark And Stormy Night
It was a dark and stormy night, and the travellers had pulled their wagons into a circle. Firelight glowed from the campfires that struggled despite the makeshift windbreaks, damp wood keeping their glow muted. You're close, one more day's drive away from the town, the scout says. One last night of misery. One night in gloomy, damp wagons, wearing wet clothes. One more night of dried meat scraps and corn meal. If you've remembered who you are already then it's all okay for you, but for some of the group this is it, the end of their long road, their turmoil; their hopes and dreams on the line. There's an air of celebration despite the weather.
If someone still has some bourbon to hand, then now is the night to pass it around. Stories will be told, songs will be sung. The constant sound of a fiddle or a banjo cuts through the night, keeping all but the heaviest sleepers awake. Tired horses doze standing up around the edge of the circle, one hind foot cocked as though to catch them if they fall. Now is your last chance to really get to know your fellow man, in the cameraderie of the trail, before the town swallows you up. Tell your stories, struggle with reality, teach someone the words to Yellow Submarine. Sleep when you're dead.
★ Wildcard
You're on the trail, so why not let your mind wander where it pleases as well? Perhaps your character is riding out to scout the trail ahead. Maybe they're law enforcement or ex-army? Maybe the wheel comes off your wagon, or your horse drops dead and you have to beg for a stranger's help. Maybe you're Superman, and you want to frighten the natives by flying off ahead, or you're a faith healer, who can revive a broken down horse with a touch. Start a gunfight, or go shooting rabbits, or soothe a stranger's teething infant with an alien lullaby. It's your adventure, so make it up as you go along.
(p.s. if your character absolutely must fly off ahead to get the lay of the land, they won't be able to find the town. That would spoil the fun of getting there, wouldn't it?)
★ Mods notes: A quick reminder that characters can have either no memory loss, OR a partial memory loss which allows them to recollect their past at a player's chosen speed. Characters are also allowed to have NPC family members (who may or may not be on the wagon train with them), for instance an NPC wife or kids who might give them a hard time about not remembering who they are. NPC family members are not mandatory, we just thought they were a fun thing that you could play with if you wanted! We also accept OCs and game-based OCs,as well as canon characters! If you have any questions about gameplay, please check out the FAQ! ★
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Sam couldn't help but chuckle at that, ducking his chin toward his chest as he reached out to pick up the tin cup again. He wrapped his hands round it to warm them. ]
Well, I guess almost anything would be an improvement on actual illiteracy, right? It's a hell of a thing coming out here to teach though, right?
[ Sam bit his lip, and thought about that for a moment, then raised an eyebrow over at him. ]
--I mean, unless you're the adventurous type?
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Anyway, children are our future, as the saying goes. Somebody's got to civilize the lawless frontier. [Takes a drink of coffee.]
Enough about me, though. What brings you out to Horseshoe, Sam?
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[ Oh yeah. Proving he's the most literate, and capable of talking in complete sentences. What brings him out here? "Angels" probably isn't the right answer, no matter how convinced he is of the fact that it is the right answer. ]
Oh, you know. Any excuse to get away from family.
[ He hadn't even thought of what he'd do once he got to town. If all the people on this wagon train had a trade, it wasn't good cover not to have anything he could lean back on. ]
I guess I'm just hoping to make it a little less lawless.
[ Unless it's haunted, in which case he might have to make a sudden career change. ]
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Ah. You're looking to work with the sheriff? Assuming there is one, that is.
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[ Okay, so he didn't actually say that he'd finished studying law, or passed the bar, or that he was an actual lawyer, but he figured that if anyone could make it up as they went along, Sam could. He was good at forging paperwork, he could make people believe it.
Hopefully he could find whatever had sent him here instead, and get it to cut it out and send him back. Better that than make plans to settle in permanently. ]
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Hm. Noble enough goal. It's a shame you have to practice law to do it, though.
[A conspiratorial smirk. Really, who can pass up a lawyer joke...]
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Which made it a good job for a Winchester.
He chuckled at the joke, cause it was funny. Yeah, he'd heard it before, but most law students had. ]
That one never gets old. Guess if there isn't a job going I'll still be able to do something else. Just so long as it keeps me off any horses.
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[But there's a glimmering of an idea taking form in his head. It feels familiar, like something he must have thought about at some length before, though he couldn't say exactly when.]
But you know, honestly... I'd be surprised if the horse isn't obsolete in another twenty years or so. You should see what they can do with electric motors nowadays. Give it another twenty and your wagon won't even need wheels.
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Electric motors? Wait--cars with no wheels? Was it normal for folk to imagine flying cars in the 1800s? Probably not so much. ]
Yeah, sure. Next you'll be telling me that Rock and Roll ain't noise pollution.
[ It was the first thing he could think of. Blame Dean for that. ]
dammit i did that thing where i look away for a second and suddenly two weeks have passed ;_;
Beg your pardon?
Hey! It's fine~ happens to me too
[ He laughed, and gave his head a quick shake. ]
Never mind. Flying carriages seems like a bit of a stretch, that's all. And what would you do with all the horses, once they have no work left to do? Hamburgers, I guess.
[ It was odd, though. This man, this Professor--maybe he just had a very lively imagination. That could be all it was. It still hadn't stopped Sam from hoping, though. ]
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[He might be unconsciously going off future spoilers there BUT SHHH]
But just think - Have you ever been to New York, Sam? Or any big city, really. Now imagine them not smelling like horse manure. That alone makes the whole thing worth it.