TEST DRIVE MEME #2

[inthenightmods]

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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Comments

[luxoraculi]

[ The grave is an odd sight to behold, she thinks. She never thought about something like this; a grave of all things. It hadn't exactly been on her top list of priorities and even if it had been, Ravus wouldn't have heard her out on it. He was too distressed, too busy trying anything he could to stop her from proceeding forward until it was too late and he realized that there was no going back.

But the grave is suddenly not very important. There's someone familiar headed in her general direction. She's a bit stunned to see him —— they were never able to meet in person at home, but she knows who he is. She knows him from photos and stories from Noctis. She knows him from Pryna.

When he gently bumps into her, it snaps her out of her thoughts, and she reaches up to gently place her hands against his shoulders to steady him, and he seems to realize just who she is now, too. It has her smiling, small but true, as she very lightly squeezes his shoulders to affirm to him that yes, she is here, and yes, she is real. ]

Prompto. [ She'd looked forward to meeting him in Altissia. To finally hug him and thank him in person for everything he did for Pryna, for everything he did and is still doing for Noctis. That was never meant to be, but the Gods have gifted her this much, and she is going to run with it. ] Are you alright?

[burstmodes]

[ everything about this feels so surreal, and he isn't sure how to explain it. her voice and the way she looks lit up in the lantern light... it's even better than he'd ever imagined it being all those years ago. and the memories he has war with the idea of just throwing his arms around her to hug her close, like they're old friends. but he also has to remember that she died in altissia, that altissia has been behind him for over two years, and he struggles with putting on a good face for her, the weight of her hands on his shoulders a punch straight to his heart.

once upon a time, there had been so much he'd wanted to say to her. how he'd wanted to thank her for giving him the courage to pursue a friendship with noct, for all the kindness she'd given him despite having never met each other. for taking a chance on someone like him. prompto opens his mouth to say something, the words on the tip of his tongue, and then, he just drops his head and squeezes his eyes shut. ]

Yeah. [ there's a soft catch in his breath. don't cry, don't cry, don't cry. ] Yeah, I'm great. I — [ it's suddenly a lot harder to breathe. ] I'm sorry you're here. [ because how could beacon mean a second chance if someone as wonderful as luna had wound up there? it's a conflicting thought, hands curling at his sides in an effort to keep himself as composed as possible. ]

[luxoraculi]

[ If he is here, that's no good. She has a reason to be here, after all; she's dead. To think that Prompto has also suffered a similar fate is disheartening in more ways than one. They'd never been able to meet in person, and yet here they are. This isn't the meeting she'd wanted, of course; she'd hoped for a more joyful one in Altissia. That they could embrace and talk about their experiences, that Pryna would be there to join them and man and canine could have a chance to reunite as well.

Unfortunately, those dreams are completely dashed now, and it makes her stomach sink to even think of it in such a way. She doesn't let that show on her face or in her tone, though, instead moving her hands from his shoulders to his cheeks so that she can gently tilt his head back up, that she may look at his face properly and offer him a small, sad smile. ]

I am more sorry that you are here. How long have you been here? Were you lost in Altissia as well...?