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TEST DRIVE MEME #2
TEST DRIVE MEME #2
Hello and welcome to the In the Night test drive meme for July! Thanks for your interest in our game! Reserves open on July 20, and applications open on July 22.
While you're here...
- Take a look at our rules and faq pages to familiarize yourself with the game.
- Note that, for this month, we have an application cap of 9 apps for new players, as we are raising the game cap to 60.
- Current players may app a second character this round if they wish, which will not count against the app cap of 9.
- TDM threads can become game canon if both players wish. If the situation isn't something that could happen in-game, you're free to chalk it up to some strange hallucination, a shared dream, or other mysterious circumstance.
- Note that this is not limited to new characters threading with characters already in-game. If current players wish to thread out the TDM prompts as canon events, they are welcome to do so. They are welcome to make posts in the main comms for TDM events as well. Please note, however, that actual plot clues or happenings will not occur in TDM prompts.
- TDM threads can count as network threads for AC.
- If you plan to apply, please keep in mind that we do require at least one sample thread on the application to be from our TDM (though it doesn't need to be the current TDM).
- You're welcome to use the provided prompts or come up with something on your own, but we do ask that all threads take place in our game's setting.
Thank you again, and we hope you'll choose to join us!
log prompts
HERE LIES PEPERONY AND CHEASE
It happens when no one is looking, when most of the town is asleep and the rest are inside. Dozens of shrines, altars, and other memorials appear seemingly out of nowhere, lined up in rows like a haphazard cemetery. Each one is covered in candles, and each bears an image or a name (or in some cases, both,) of a current resident of the town. The air around these monuments is solemn and reverent, and it instills in visitors an urge to pay respects.
Doing so, however, may have surprising results; it causes one to experience the death of the person whose grave they've honored.
Whether you resist the compulsion or give in willingly (or something in between), you'll also have to wrestle with the fact that a grave exists for you. Will you let your death be known, or try your best to keep it secret? Destroying it sure won't work, as it will return (along with a duplicate somewhere else in town). However you choose to deal with this, one thing is hard to ignore—this a tangible reminder of your death, and the fact that it's probably permanent.
This is a mini version of our July event, Graves.
WHAT'S WITH THIS SASSY... LOST CHILD?
There's something in the woods. You can hear it, faintly: the sounds of a living creature. What manner of creature, of course, is unclear. It may be safest not to venture out alone. Whether or not you travel forth with your companion willingly or not, as you tiptoe through the foliage, the sound grows louder. It becomes clear that something...something is crying. Get close enough, and the sobbing softens to fearful whimpering. But what is it that you've found?
The spirit would be easy to overlook of they weren't shivering in their hiding place where they cling to a tree. They're small, with the vague humanoid figure of a child, though their arms and legs taper into tangled roots. The hair on their head is nothing but leaves and moss, and the tears that stick to their cheeks shimmer like sap.
Get too close, and it cries out in fear, causing your head to spin in vertigo. It's clear that it'll be best to err on the side of caution, but decide to leave it to its own devices and you'll find yourself with a weeping tag-along. It looks like one way or another, you're going to have to deal with this.
network prompts
HEY, I JUST MET YOU
It happens when you're sleeping, or trying your best to relax, or simply staring off into space. Your tablet flickers to life of its own accord and begins to display some rather odd messages. They might be in the form of text, though the meaning is a bit muddled, to say the least, seeing as how they're nothing but strings of numbers. Or maybe you're especially unlucky and get the audio version, crackling out of your tablet's speakers.
Where are these messages coming from? Who's sending them, and how? And most importantly: why? Maybe it's a good idea to hop on the network and see if anyone else has any insight.
KHAJIIT HAS WARES IF YOU HAVE COIN
The general store is exactly what it sounds like: A general store. Its products are basic, standard, boring staples. Its stock works well enough for getting by on the day to day, but anything really worth having needs to be ordered from Rastus, and then you're stuck waiting until the next ferry shows up.
Or so you thought.
You're digging through the shelves one day when you find... it. Maybe it's the last bag of coffee beans. Maybe it's a multitool. Maybe it's a particular size of pants you know someone was looking for. Either way, it's useful, it's a great find, but not for you. These pants won't fit you, you've already got a multitool, and you quit the bean juice years ago.
But, hey, there's a good chance someone else in town does have something you could use. Whether you know someone's been asking around for what you've found or you just want to toss up an ad to the whole town, your best bet is taking to the network. Maybe someone's up for tradesies.
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Or he was still asleep and for some unfathomable reason he was dreaming about being here, out in the makeshift graveyard. Probably so his consciousness could mock him with the names of the rest of his friends. Of all of the people who had fallen because of him. Of all the people who were meant to be here, but had apparently been lucky enough to find themselves somewhere else.
But the voice speaks again, soft and calm, and he knows instantly who it belongs to. Knows it like he knows the back of his own hand, because he's listened to it so many times, always dropping everything the instant the broadcast would begin. Had heard it in his dreams, like a guiding light that's trying so hard to bring him through to the other side.
It guides him now, forward, deeper into the darkness, towards the sound of it and the quiet whimpering of a child. Doesn't get too close, only swings his lantern up to try and illuminate the surroundings a little bit more for her.
She looks - he shouldn't be surprised. Because he had looked the same when he arrived. Dirty and torn and bruised, but the outward signs of the battle that took their lives are gone now.]
No idea. But if anyone can help them, it's definitely you.
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Luna pushes herself up straight again so that she can turn to properly face Noctis. ]
As always, you are far too kind. [ Noctis has always been a dream. So close, yet so far away and never obtainable. How often had she dreamed of finally being able to see him again? To finally spend days in the sun with him, talking and reliving their childhood?
She can't stop herself when she takes a step forward, and then a second and then a third. Her feet move on their own accord. Noctis has always been a dream, it's true. But this time around she's not going to let him disappear on her, or vice versa. She knows she must look absolutely awful, but she's not going to let that stop her. She reaches out, placing a gentle hand against his cheek, and she offers him a shaky smile when they aren't forced apart by unseen force. ]
You've no idea how good it is to see you, Noctis.
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Yet there she was, like a beam of light pouring through the inky black that surrounds her. And his heart skips a painful beat within his chest as she turns, as she comes close enough for his mind to catch up and fully realize that she isn't just some illusion. Another dream that was going to haunt him upon waking. She was real.
Her touch is warm, and he leans into it without a second thought. Let's his eyes fall closed as his hand comes up to cover his own, as if he's afraid that she'll still disappear, slip right through his fingers like some ghost sent to taunt him.
She doesn't. Part of him had been expecting her to be here with him. To turn around and have her there. They had died together, hadn't they? There upon that alter. She had tried so hard to keep him alive, to give him the strength to do what he needed to and he had still failed. That rush of guilt is almost overwhelming, overtaking how happy he is to see her with the knowledge that she wouldn't be here if it wasn't for him.
All she had ever tried to do was help him. And he failed her.]
Luna... [They have to be careful with their lanterns. It's a thought that he has at the last moment, where his body twist and he sits his own down upon the ground. Then he's reaching out to her, slowly, hands shaking slightly like he isn't sure he's even allowed to touch her.
But he wants to. Despite how awful she looks, his arms wrap around her and he brings her in. Holds her against him and tightens his hold impossibly more. Protective, like he can somehow save her from everything by the sheer strength of his will alone.] I'm so sorry.
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But that happiness also comes with guilt of her own as it suddenly really hits her: if Noctis is here, that means that he, too perished. That her efforts were in vain, her intentions to do what she could for him to help him proceed and to further ensure his safety were for naught.
Lunafreya had wanted so badly for him to live, and yet it seems not even the divine efforts of the Oracle, of a woman so bent on trying to keep him safe were not enough.
She's about to open her mouth and speak but the words don't get the chance to come out. As he lowers his lantern onto the ground she decides to do the same, and then he's pulling her into a hug that makes brings this whole thing home for her. It takes her a split second to respond; she's not been shown any sort of physical affections in years. But just as quickly, common sense kicks in and she wraps him up in an embrace of her own. She buries her face into his shoulder and squeezes her eyes shut, taking in everything that is Noctis. ]
You have no reason to apologize, Noctis. [ He doesn't, either, as far as she's concerned. This sweet, brave young man did everything he could. He did his best, and in the end, isn't that all anyone could ask for? ] If anyone should be sorry, it is I... as happy as I am to see you, I never wanted to see you in death. Not for a long, long time.
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There was nothing about him that was worth this. Luna should have tried to save herself. Should have saved her strength, healed her own wounds instead of channeling it all into him. Instead of giving him such power, instead of trying to protect him against the imperial onslaught.
What would his life have been worth without everyone he ever loved in it? Without Luna? Without Ignis? How was he supposed to have just gone on knowing everything that had been sacrificed for him? It was difficult enough now, being here and knowing that it had all failed. He couldn't bring himself to imagine if they had succeeded.
He half expects her to disappear before he's able to touch her. But she doesn't. She's real and warm beneath his touch and his hold tightens, one arm slipping down about her waist as the other stays at her shoulders. His head bows and his brings it down to bury it within the heat of her neck. Tries to take in everything about her, about this moment in case it is only a dream that he's going to suddenly wake from. How long had he longed to hug her? To touch her? To show her that affection they were both missing.
No reason to apologize, she says, and it's almost enough to break the dam of emotions that he's trying to hold back because he doesn't want it to all come pouring out onto her.]
No. This isn't your fault, Luna. You did... you did everything for me. And I let you down.
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She will never not be grateful for him, for his companionship over the years. If he hadn't bothered writing to her, she thinks she would have lost her mind. Twelve years is a long time to be in captivity, and while a good portion of her life wasn't the best, every single time Umbra came back with the notebook it lifted her spirits and pushed her forward.
Noctis saved her life in that aspect. He gave her something to live for, something that wasn't merely duty and destiny, and for that, she doesn't think she can ever properly repay him. Not that she will get the chance to do that now.
As his head finds its way into her neck, she lifts a hand to the back of his head, stroking her fingers through his hair in a gesture she certainly hopes he will find comforting. But it is his words that has her eyes widening slightly. ]
Never. [ Her voice is quiet and gentle, and she tips her head to press a single kiss against his temple. ] You have never let me down, Noctis. Not now, and not ever. Please, never think such things. You have only ever lifted me up... I am sorry that you are here, but it is no fault of your own. So please, never think that you let me, or anyone else down.