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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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[ Death cannot stop a true flirt and she isn't about to let that change in any circumstance. At least they seem to have that in common. Treasure hunter is absolutely illegal and she doesn't really care about that in her life or in her death. She almost put mercenary on the list, which was far more dodgy in her opinion.]
Not yet. Although who knows what we'll need to trade for, best to keep a close hold on everything you do have.
[Chloe has a few valuables herself stashed in her utility belt around her waist. She has a feeling some of them might come in handy sooner or later. If only a gun came along with it.]
I was hoping that there might be clues as to what in particular place we find ourselves. Limbo? If anything popped out as a particular religion or country, that says a few things. [And would give her a sense of what's to come here.] Nothing so far.
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[Limbo made more sense than what he previously thought, but it still didn't feel quite right. It feels strange and a little unsettling to not at least have the beginnings of an answer.]
Honestly I first assumed this was hell but no fire or [he points to the cigarette in his mouth with a displeased grimace] much in the way of burning at all.
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[She's revealing herself a bit with that, but honestly Chloe sees no point in playing pretend around here or putting on a show. They're all dead. Who knows what's out there in the dark looking for a nibble out of them. She doesn't have the energy to be anyone else.]
Mm, what we've thought to be the afterlife might very well be bugger all at this point. Purgatory? A ring of hell? Or everything written's been wrong, which is possible with humanity being involved in writing it.
[Chloe appears fairly calm about this, but she also sees no reason to go out of her mind or fall into a puddle of drama. It's happened. That's over. This is the reality.]
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[Can you hear the fingerguns in his voice, Chloe? Because they're totally there... followed by actual fingerguns for good measure.]
But I'd like to focus on the now if you don't mind. We can discuss possibilities when there's more information to be gathered. But ah, you mentioned a con. It's not every day someone throws that around in conversation. Care to elaborate?
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[The banter comes naturally but she doesn't know him well enough to immediately joke about an ex-lover becoming a nun. She'll simply lock that away into her mind for a later date. Chloe smirks at him and shrugs a shoulder.]
Oh does that not obviously fall under the treasure hunter definition for you? You could say there's a great deal hanging beneath the title in my business.
[Chloe sees no real reason to hide who she is; frankly she's never bothered with that much, outside of when it really was necessary. They're dead. She's no sweetheart.]
Archeologist, historian, thief, con artist, I can be whatever you want me to be, really.
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[Interesting that she claims to be so adaptable, best file that nugget of information away.]
If I have any say in the matter I want to see who you are without the twisting and turning of imagery. [He mimes taking a drink from a shot glass with a hand.] Undistilled Chloe Frazer if you will.
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