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TEST DRIVE MEME #4
TEST DRIVE MEME #4
Hello and welcome to the In the Night test drive meme for September! Thanks for your interest in our game! Reserves open on September 20, and applications open on September 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, and a (current) application cap of 13 apps this month for new players, as the game has a player cap of 60. An accurate count of current players will always be available on the taken page.
- 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.
- 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
GATHER YE ROSEBUDS WHILE YE MAY
With a cloud of mourning having weighed heavy on Beacon over the last month, the Lighthouse Keeper has decided to try and rally the community with a game: a selfie scavenger hunt! With the promise of (secret) prizes for those who play along, she's provided a list of 25 different items to track down and take a picture with. And, of course, all submissions will be public for others to view and comment upon. A town forum, Instagram-style. How fun! Feel like teaming up? Finding a companion to go searching with could make the task go by faster, as there's nothing saying that you can't both submit the same pictures so long as you take them together. And what's a proper game without company?
This prompt is a mini version of this month's Gather Up event.
IT'S RAININ' SIDEWAYS
Overall, the weather has been mild lately. Since Autumn hit, the standard has been overcast darkness blotting the stars and little wind. The rumble of thunder sounds just before the downpour begins, as if a switch has been flipped up in the clouds. If you're in the Invincible, the houses in the village, or any of the other solid establishments, it isn't anything to worry about, really. Mostly, it just means hunkering down until the storm passes. However...it seems that someone opted to build themselves a structure in the square that's proven not to be able to withstand these harsher elements. Whether you're the unfortunate sap in the tent or you're merely a bystander, one way or another, you notice its roof cave in, the beams placed to support it buckling inward and trapping the inhabitant inside. It's not enough to crush someone, but it'll surely be difficult to gather oneself as the wind and the rain bears down without mercy. Call for help and maybe someone will hear you, or be the good Samaritan that runs to their aid.
network prompts
I CAN'T *PBBT* UNDERSTAND *PBBT* YOUR ACCENT
Something's wrong. The things that you type and the things that you speak are transforming themselves upon being posted to the network. Or maybe that's not quite accurate, because everything in your posts are certainly your own words...it's just that indiscernible static has descended upon the page and crept into your audio, blocking out pieces of your statements--just enough to change the overall meaning of what you were originally saying. Efforts to clarify don't seem to be improving the situation, and it's hard to say if there's any way of fixing this. Maybe it's a comfort that the problem isn't isolated on your end; after all, that effectively takes the issue out of your hands to solve. Or maybe it's just the opposite. Maybe knowing that the network is experiencing widespread failures, however mild, fills you with a sense of dread and unease. One thing's clear, at least: you'll need a bit of luck to get your point across for the time being.
THE TITLE EQUIVALENT FOR WHEN YOUR GRANDMA COMMENTS ON YOUR UNRELATED FB STATUS AS IF SHE'S WRITING YOU A PERSONAL LETTER
Sometime in the recent past you had a problem. Maybe it was a dire emergency advertised to the community at large, maybe you became overwhelmed with stress and needed the ear of a close friend, or maybe it was just something embarrassing you were sharing in confidence. Unfortunately, regardless of what the message was, it looks like it disappeared the moment you hit send, as if it had been eaten by the network itself. It's been long enough now that you've brushed it off; you've been able to solve your problem one way or another and moved on. That's when it appears, unprompted, on the network for all to see, regardless of how private it was meant to be. Well, now you might have a bit of explaining to do.
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This person with her tusks and axes and hulking frame could snap Alice in half easily. Death (or whatever happens to dead people?) here isn't forever, though. What's there to be afraid of? Alice has seen... fuck, she's seen so much, been so many places. She's died and come back and died again. She's been a lonely girl who misses her brother and the queen of a magical kingdom.
And now she's a dead girl by a magical bonfire, faced with... violence, if not death.
Frowning, Alice takes control of her wild anger, holding onto it for strength. Magic comes from pain. Maybe bravery and strength can come from anger, when there's no lofty, selfless goal involved. How human of her. ]
What's your problem? [ Firm, grounded, almost cold. As a niffin, she would've been downright frigid. ] I'm just standing here, and you start yelling at me for no fucking reason.
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Once, she might have called to the fire and pushed it into physical form to fight by her side. She likes the fire elementals best. They listen. They understand.
And they are silent here.
She lifts one axe in warning, pointing it at the woman. ]
You are disturbing my meditation. I am surrounded by you hateful things but I will have this! I will have this one thing!
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Even before she went to Brakebills and started on this disaster of a life path, she would've been curious to know more. Now that there's... relatively no risk here? Well, why the hell not ask? ]
You sensed me just walking up to the bonfire, enough that it broke your meditation?
[ Not surprising, except Alice doesn't know what kind of creature this is, and therefore knows nothing about her magic. ]
"You hateful things"-- do you mean humans, or just creatures not like you?
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[ It's a lie. The woman is downwind and Kettara isn't close enough to scent her. But how would a human know the difference? None of them care to learn.
Or at least she's never met one who cared to learn. All the humans she's ever encountered were lumbering and crude; they seemed like hulking monsters when she was a child, and the impression has stuck into the present, even after Kettara grew into her full height. Now she is bigger and stronger than most of the women, and many of the men. Certainly her shoulders are broader than this woman's. Certainly her hands are stronger.
It might not matter. Humans are clever and Kettara doesn't understand all of Beacon's rules just yet.
She wants to fight almost as badly as she wants to act with honor. The woman hasn't insulted her yet, hasn't offered enough of a threat that Kettara would be justified in responding. It would be so much simpler if they just fought.
Kettara jerks her tusks in warning. ]
I am here and I cannot leave. I accept that. But I will not live among humans. I will not. I will have my solitude and you will leave me to it.
[ Her voice rises as she speaks, threatening to crack. She is dead and she is alone. Even the ancestors have abandoned her. ]
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But it's the change in her voice that strikes a chord with Alice. Solitude. Loneliness. They seem the same, but they aren't. When Charlie died, Alice had wanted solitude so she could pretend the loneliness was under her control. Now, with her father dead... dead and not here for her to find and spend time with... ]
If I leave, it'll just be someone else next. So where will you go? There are humans everywhere here. Some of them might even try to hurt you.
[ Alice might've, but only as a niffin, as a creature of pure magical energy and a soul without its shade. As a human, she'll only hurt someone if she really has to. ]
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[ Kettara flattens her ears, growing under her breath. She hopes someone will try. It would make things easy and there is a desperate, angry part of her that craves it. The violent clarity of a fight. Sometimes she even finds herself plotting ways to engineer one, or how she might position herself to draw an insult, any insult, that she could respond to. Something to reset the balance, to make this place like home in this one small way.
Then she thinks of what Master Muln would say, and is ashamed. Master Muln would not crave isolation and scheme ways to start fights. Master Muln would take the long view and find a way to make peace with this place and the souls that inhabit it. Even the humans.
She lowers the axe. ]
What do you want?
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The same thing you do, probably. Just to be... alone with the bonfire.
[ She looks at that very bonfire. ]
To forget how shitty it is that we're stuck here, even if it's just for a minute.
[ She looks at the girl again. No challenge in her posture or her face. Just... kind of a peace offering. A mutual understanding that this all sucks. ]
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She looks away, ashamed and tired all at once. She wants to go home. She wants to go and sit with Master Muln or any of the other Earthen Ring, and just listen to them.
Kettara sits back down with a huff instead. Where else is she going to go? ]
Then do so.
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You don't have to be alone. [ She talks to the non-human girl, but she keeps facing the bonfire. ] I get it. Humans are... pretty fucking terrible a lot of the time.
But some of us don't hurt others just because we can.
[ Jesus, what is she even saying. ]
I'll go around to the other side of the bonfire and leave you alone, but if you want company, I-- .. I'm fine sharing a space and not talking.
[ That's... kind of what being in a library is like. If she can ever find someone who'll sit there with her for hours and just read and research, and then come home with her? Perfection. ]
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I am - angry. About things that were done to me, and things that were done to others.
[ It's not a story she wants to tell, and especially to to a human, but -
There is the long view. And it is her duty to preserve balance even when the ground beneath her feet is uneven. Even when that ground might break. ]
I wish to meditate. Perhaps then I will find clarity. Perhaps then I will learn and the anger will - lessen.
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Okay. I hope it helps.
[ She means that. But that's enough of that, she figured. Time for both of them to be alone. Alice nods goodbye and walks around to the other side of the bonfire, out of sight, bathed in the glow of magic she desperately wants to understand. ]