memesinthenight | TEST DRIVE MEME #3

TEST DRIVE MEME #3

Hello and welcome to the In the Night test drive meme for August! Thanks for your interest in our game! Reserves open on August 20, and applications open on August 22.

While you're here...
Take a look at our rules and faq pages to familiarize yourself with the game.
Note that we have a reserve cap of 20 total, and an application cap of 19 apps this month for new players, as the game has a player cap of 60. Current players apping another character do not currently have a cap, but this will change next month, as we transition to a total app cap of 20.
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

THE FIRST PARTY BY BEACON, FOR BEACON

It's party time!!! In an attempt at community building with the forest spirits, (and definitely not as a large distraction,) a group of Beaconites has helped to plan a fantastic little shindig. Come on out to Bonfire Square, put on your flower crown or paper hat, and enjoy the festivities! Eat, drink, and be merry, because we're already dead!

There's baked goods aplenty, a bouncy house, a face-painting station, (or if you prefer, you can make a mask instead,) a mail sorting game, a strange machine spitting out bizarre prizes, and even a scavenger hunt! Or you could try to dance or something. Up to you. But just so you know, bouncy houses are way more fun.

This prompt is a mini version of this month's Do You Realize? event.

IF YOU BUILD IT

Be it a bridge, a boat, or a handmade home, you’ve been roped into a building project. Hey, maybe it’s one that you’ve decided to spearhead yourself. Either way, these things take time, resources, and a great deal of hard work. Things will go much more smoothly if you can get a helping hand. You could get lucky and in your moment of need, trying to juggle too many tools and materials at once, someone swoops in to pick up a piece of the load. Maybe you trip and drop a bucket of wood chippings all over someone. Maybe you have to physically grab someone who's been lazing around and strong-arm them into work.

Regardless of how it happens, you're here, you're ready, and you have a companion in your task. Now you've just got to make sure you don't reverse the progress you've made so far. Depending on who you've partnered with, this may be a struggle in and of itself.

network prompts

RUNNING DREAMS

You had the strangest dream last night. And not just last night, but the night before, and the night before that, too. Or maybe you could say it wasn't so much strange as it was haunting. It's stayed with you, visceral. The feeling that you're running through the forest, perhaps with limbs unlike your own, numerous and spindley. You jump and climb and claw and fly. You're so many things all at once. Hungry, restless, free, wild, jittery, curious, angry, playful. Or maybe you're none of things at all. Maybe you slither, maybe you creep. Maybe you're slow, moving with deliberate calmness. One thing's for certain: in you're dreams you aren't you. And if you're not you, what else could you possibly be but a spirit?

Maybe someone else has been experiencing the same thing; in Beacon, it seems that nothing ever happens to only one person. Either way, maybe getting it off of your chest will help you feel a bit more rested from now on.

SECRET ADMIRER

Be it a tent, a room at the Invincible, or one of the homes in the village you've chosen to hold your bed, you've started to wake up to find something sitting just outside your door. A peculiarly shaped rock? A broken bottle? Such things are easy to overlook as debris. A wreath crafted from branches and berries? That's a bit more conspicuous. It's starting to feel as if someone, or perhaps something has been leaving these at your doorsteps. Should you call them gifts, or something potentially more devious?

You could post to the network asking for opinions, or even advice. How do you respond to the affections of a creature that only presents itself when you sleep? And, ah, what would be the best course of action to make sure you don't cause any offense? It's no secret what the spirits are capable of when they're angered.

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No, it's alright. I thought you might not have known.

Well, it was only half of a broken bottle, so something tells me it was intended that way all along. I could be wrong, but I doubt it.

You must be well-traveled to speak so many at all.

[But he's definitely boggling at the, uh, ancient languages on that short list...? Mystery linguist, what is your deal.]

[ Ummmm yeah don't worry about that what were we talking about, not Aramaic for sure... ]

Dear Hierophant, That is very kind of you to point out. Indeed, I have traveled to many places, though at the time of my death, I was merely a bookshop owner. Perhaps it's ritualistic. Have you found anyone else with the other half of the bottle?

[He's read books, he sees those wacky ancient tongues!!]

Don't mention it.

And I'd love to ask you about where you've traveled but are you really suggesting that I need to find the other half of my broken bottle like some kind of game? Isn't that a little too ridiculous?

What would you have to do with the wreaths, in that case?

Dear Hierophant, I suppose I have to find anyone else who's received one or more. And maybe we can find what is common about us. What color is yours? Regards, Aziraphale.

We already know one thing we have in common.

Regardless, it's green. The bottle is also green.

Dear Hierophant, Oh? And what is that? Perhaps the color is a clue, then, because mine is also green. When arranging flowers, it is typically a sign of health and longevity. I can't imagine that is the message, given that we are deceased. Rather a morbid joke, if that is the intention. Yours, Aziraphale.

Well, it's as you just said: we're dead.

It could be we're supposed to pay attention to someone else's health and longevity, but they'd have to show their face first.

Dear Hierophant, Oh, do you believe that this might be a test? That we may, after all, be allowed to assist someone still living? I would be very interested in solving this puzzle, in that case. Yours, Aziraphale.

I've never been dead before, so I couldn't say I know what to expect. If that's the reason, what is the broken bottle supposed to mean?

Dear Hierophant, Possibly that the road will be dangerous. But this is a punishment, after all, I hardly thought it would be easy. Yours, Aziraphale.

I know this place is strange, but why a punishment? A moment ago you said it was just a test.

Dear Hierophant, Yes, yes, I meant a redemptive test. Do you not believe you were sent here as punishment? This is neither Heaven nor Hell, I'm afraid, I don't really know what it is. But I can only presume I've been kept corporeal for a reason. Yours, Aziraphale.

Truthfully? No. If someone wanted to punish me, they would have kept me alive.

This isn't something like a ghost story. I didn't suspect our bodies had anything to do with it.

Dear Hierophant, I do not know which ghost story you mean. And it must do, I was supposed to be destroyed by flame. You may not be able to see it, but I am in fact, fully intact. Yours, Aziraphale.

Any of them, I guess.

I believe you. I'm fully intact myself, despite what happened. Still, it's not much of a test if we aren't told how to proceed.

Dear Hierophant, That could be part of it. We are not to know God's plans. But we should work together on this endeavor to find out the next step. Do you agree? Yours, Aziraphale.

[Hmm, he's not religious, as such... but he's not going to argue about it, so alright. The unknowable, etc etc.]

Well... sure. I'll go take back the wreath I was left, just in case.

[But not the bottle because that's just silly.]

Dearest Hierophant, Perhaps we should compare the wreaths? Mine are all identical. Regards, Aziraphale.

In person? I'm afraid I'm not an expert in plants, but I could bring mine to you.

Dear Hierophant, I happened to be a gardener some time ago for several years! Where do you live? Yours, Aziraphale.

How convenient. I'm at the inn. I'll meet you downstairs.

[ He is downstairs with a wreath in his hands before he even realizes he forgot to tell Hierophant what he looks like.

But something about the nervous-looking man downstairs just kind of screams "my name is Aziraphale." ]

[Holding a wreath also helps, as hopefully there won't be too many people wandering around the inn holding wreaths like fools at the same time. He is here with his own in hand, and so he beelines over to this exceedingly nervous man, scrutinizing.

Hmm!!]

You don't look like you were ever a gardener. [or: hello] Shall we?

Ah yes, it was a short stint, really was just an excuse for keeping an eye on... um, things, you know how it is, let's take a look at this broken glass now.

And before I forget, I'm Aziraphale. It's a pleasure to meet you, Hierophant.

[ Yes, he really thinks that's his name. ]

Keeping an eye on the flowers, sure.

[You know, the real shock is that Aziraphale is apparently a real name. Kakyoin considers making this obvious name correction and decides, no, he deserves a cool handle and he's keeping it.

He gestures to the nearest empty table and upon reaching it, puts his "gifts" down. Behold them, they're garbage.]

What do you think?

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