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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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Really? You'll help?
[ He hadn't even had to ask. Or give Crowley one of his looks that is definitely not a pout. Perhaps the demon's getting soft after all.
Crouching down to look at the creature, but careful not to reach too close again, he addresses her directly. ]
Now, did you hear that? Mr. Crowley has kindly agreed to help us. If you come along now, we'll find your parents! Won't that be lovely?
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Oh, Angel, no--
[ But it's too late. He's Mr. Crowley now, and he's a good samaritan. He hates this, so very much and his body language is screaming standoffish discomfort, but he did acquiesce. ]
Right, okay, the quicker we do this, the quicker we can get back to London. What was it you said? Let's get a wiggle on?
[ He won't even bother to check that they're following as he turns to leave. Why he's leading is beyond him, but her parents are certainly not here, so anywhere but here would be a good start. ]
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Oh! [ Everything in him wants to reach down for the creature's hand again. With great difficulty, and practically feeling Crowley's glare burning into the back of his head, he resists. ] Oh, wonderful! That's it, there we go.
[ He falls into step beside Crowley, glancing back over his shoulder at the creature now following them at a short distance, and beaming at her. ]
Oh, look, Crowley, I think she likes you.
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[ It's just much harder not to like Aziraphale. Not liking Crowley is very easy, he's absolutely annoying. He likes this best, it's much less disappointing. ]
How did you wind up here, anyway? Thought I was alone, you know, then I felt your aura off in the distance.
Think it's some sort of punishment?
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[ And indeed, the creature does seem to be watching Crowley intently as she follows, though whether her interest is due to affection or something else is unclear.
Aziraphale sobers at the change of subject, glancing sidelong at Crowley. ]
Can't be, can it? They agreed to leave us alone.
[ There's a pause, and then he continues, tone too casual. ]
I did find something - odd, here. When I first - arrived.
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Your kind might not be trying to exploit any loophole they can find, but mine sure do. Who do you think even invented terms and agreements?
[ He looks at Aziraphale and remembers that he has probably never touched a computer in his life, waves off the reference if he's about to ask. ]
What did you find?
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He's gazing fixedly at the ground in front of them, thinking hard, but at Crowley's question he glances up again, blinking. ]
Oh. Ah, just, ah...
Well, my grave.
[ He looks forward once more, again trying too hard to be nonchalant. ]
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[ Passing through a cemetery? Yeah, Crowley didn't even think twice to check, especially since he hadn't expected one for either him nor Aziraphale. He doesn't even know what name would go on his. Crowley? Anthony? Crawly? Or the name he was given, all those years ago, before his fall? ]
Must just be a scare tactic, because if you're dead, then I'm also dead. And I'm pretty sure if there's an after-afterlife, we would've known about it sometime before now.
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[ He glances quickly behind them, but the tree creature is still following them placidly - sniffing a little bit, to be sure, but showing no signs of being upset by their topic of conversation. ]
I just - discorporated, that's all. [ He lifts his chin slightly. ] Nothing to get in a tizzy over.
It's just - odd, isn't it? An odd mix-up, giving me a grave. [ And he frowns, vaguely concerned. ] Makes you wonder - well, who's running things around here.
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I'd have, maybe. If you were gone much longer, would've found you a nice plot under a tree.
[ He wouldn't have gone in to witness the funeral, but he probably would've stood at the grave until he thought someone was coming for him.
He should probably confess that he doesn't really have an idea of where they're going, but he's going to be walking them around the woods a lot because he assumes her parents are plants of some sort. ]
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He looks away again without commenting, eventually clearing his throat. As for the plant child, so long as she's following them he knows she'll at least be looked after. He hasn't really got a plan beyond that yet, barring running into her parents by sheer stroke of luck. ]
There seem to be a lot of them here. The graves.
Only most of the people they belong to are here too.
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[ Not really, he's much more into minor inconveniences. Seeing your own grave doesn't inspire anyone to do bad things, after all. But then again, Crowley never really needed to inspire anyone. ]
You find one for me, Angel? Hope you left me flowers.
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[ He hadn't looked for anyone in particular, and wouldn't have found much in the way of familiar names even if he had. But he had consciously avoided getting too close to any gravestones with names that started with C, that looked like they might be about seven letters.
If Crowley's grave is here, he doesn't want to find it.
Aziraphale looks up at Crowley, surprised. ]
You haven't touched them, have you? The graves.