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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!
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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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[ becoming the regent, getting excommunicated, joining the strix, destroying klaus's sireline—all for kol to die again just because she did. that's simply unacceptable. she wanted him to live again, to perhaps enjoy a life that's not always tied to his family's "always and forever". at least one of them should have that freedom, right?
she buries her face once more into his chest, fighting back tears at the sight of him once more. and to think she had thought she would never see him again. ]
You can pick up the ukelele while you're here.
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joining the strix to resurrect him was quite possibly the most romantic and hottest thing someone has ever done for him (even though the coven is dangerous and he wishes davina had heeded his warnings about them), but kol would still want to be with her. what's the point of roaming the world when he's all by himself? he's done that before in snippets; now he wants to share it with someone else for the first time in his long life.
now that she seems content to lean against him, he rubs her back. it's meant to be to reassure her, but he finds himself needing it. davina's here, even though she shouldn't be. at least he's finally with her for the long haul, and not for as long as a spell or magical candle dictates. ]
Would it really be considered wasted if I was with you? [ his tone is warm, an obvious sign he finds this humorous (for once), ] Wasn't that the whole point of disregarding my warnings of joining the Strix and aligning with Aya?
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Well, I mean, that nexus vorti could have been used for something else. [ instead of her dying and then, kol dying after her (or is it before her in his timeline? who even knows). so it's kind of a waste of magic for a witch like her. could've been for something else, like finally getting rid of klaus.
besides she also wanted to prove him and everyone who thought she couldn't do the sire unlinking and the resurrection spell that aya gave her. marcel sure didn't have much faith in her.
she sighs, frowning at the peeling paint of the wall. ] ... I thought I'd never see you again.
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keeping his gaze on her, he grins, ] Permanently dying has never really stuck with me, love. [ white oak stake to the chest and burning to ash in the gilbert's kitchen should've properly done him in, but then mother dearest brought him back to only be hexed by finn. there's something about death and its permanency that isn't quite permanent with him. third time's bound to be the charm. ]
Besides, I'd like to think the nexus vorti was worth it. You did save me from eternal torment from the Ancestors.
[ even though davina's soul was bound to go to the ancestral realm upon her death, he's grateful it didn't. the ancestors have quite the bone to pick with her and he'd much prefer it be done to him. chivalry isn't dead. ]
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she's seen how he was faring back in the ancestral realm and she even thought that his experiences had affected his mood, his temper when she resurrected him. it's obvious that it was a harrowing experience, one that would've been hers had she landed in the realm and not here in beacon. ]
I was afraid you were starting to like it there. [ with how much he kept telling her not to attempt the resurrection spell, insisting not to bring him back to life. ] Like maybe my ancestor got to you and all.
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of course, he doesn't quite know why davina brings her up. is it jealousy? a part of him hopes so. they had barely spoken of her ancestor who had been smart to cockblock him from getting to his little playroom in the cemetery. ]
I try not to play favourites, but … [ he smiles, leaning down to press his forehead against hers. ] She's not my favourite Claire.
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her ancestor had a different kind of beauty, after all, one that's almost similar to the unnatural beauty of the mikaelsons.
smiling back, she nudges his forehead, brushing her nose against his. ] She better not be. [ how many claires does he know, anyway, that he'll be able to choose favourites among them? ] Otherwise, I'm afraid you'll have to camp out in the dark indefinitely.
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[ even if he tries, he can't wipe his smile off his face. thankfully kol isn't keen on acting right now.
he knows not to take such "innocent" threats as lightly as he wants to. threats like that had been followed through with a dagger or something to that affect — vampires, hybrids and witches often being alike in their lack of humour. but he highly suspects davina wouldn't dare leave him out in the dark to fight whatever lives in its shadows. after all, why would she waste all that effort in resurrecting him from ash to simply leave him for the wolves to devour?
kol leans back to lift his head up to the sky, noting how it looks just like the one back home. it's his failed attempt at wiping the smile off his face again. ]
Would you really leave me out here all by myself? Defenceless and alone?
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she knows kol is very confident that she won't simply throw him out of her shelter and into unfamiliar woods, woods she's yet to even explore. maybe that's why it's tempting to, for once, go against all expectations of her. but that's a kind of cruelty she doesn't want to show kol, not when he's so used to betrayals from his own family. davina wants to be different, even if that means not being able to tease him. ]
Have you ever really been defenceless? [ paranoia is a big mikaelson trait, and paranoia means being prepared for anything. aside from klaus sticking a dagger into his chest maybe. ] But I suppose I can let in.
[ giving him a once-over while barely fighting back a smile: ] I mean, we can't let people think there's a streaker on the loose, right?
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reluctantly turning his gaze away from her, he looks up at the auditorium. it's not exactly a witch haven or what he had expected her to take shelter in, but he figures it will do. it's not the type of building someone from new orleans would look at and think "ha! davina claire!" ]
So an auditorium lined with salt. [ a rundown auditorium lined with salt. briefly he wonders if she's followed in her great aunt's footsteps and sealed the door with claire blood. still looking up at it, ] I doubt anyone would suspect a streaker to be hiding in there. Although, I do wonder ... Is the door one of those special Claire witch doors where it seals me out?
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kol looks impressed, at least. which she guesses isn't an emotion that comes to him very naturally or easily. ] I mean, I could. [ she kind of has an idea on how to spell would work anyway. though how effective it is, well—she's yet to experiment on that. ] But I don't think there's another Claire witch out here who would bleed for you.
[ at least, not voluntarily. ]
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I'm hoping that will be the last time I need my favourite Claire witch to bleed for me. [ he smiles as he says it—always so smooth. it feels so much nicer to be in this body, even with all of its negatives.
kol scratches the back of his hand as he peers up at the auditorium. it'll definitely do, even though he thinks he can smell just a tinge of herbs in the air. as long as no one with a nose as sharp as his is looking for davina (or himself), it'd be a perfect place for a temporary home.
he turns back to her, still holding the back of his hand. he feels as though he's missed something important. he looks at her with an adoring smile. ] I really missed you.
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a part of her wants to tell him what's happened to her prior her arrival in beacon—but there's no point in ruining their reunion. davina gives kol a smile as well, before she takes a step closer to him and pulls him to a hug. ]
I missed you too, [ she murmurs, closing her eyes and fighting the urge to spill everything on him. ] So much.
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but it's probably best to be dead with someone he trusts… considering kol intends for it to be a temporary stay. she might not be in new orleans waiting for him, but he now has more motivation to somehow resurrect himself... and now her.
when davina hugs him, kol easily falls into it. but he has other plans—very slowly, he wraps his arms tight around her before he lifts her right off her feet. ] Alright. [ he says it like he hasn't simply ungrounded her from what was very clearly a hug. there's a little cheer to his voice; he's very much smiling and finds it quite amusing he easily whisked her off her feet. ] Let's see this little home of yours.
[ he takes a tentative step. although he's confident he can easily carry her inside, it's not his comfort he worries about. ]
I really do hope it doesn't have a mirror—while you look absolutely beautiful, I think I have a few bits of ash still in my hair.