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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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Still... the woman doesn't look like the monsters Eleven knows. Nor does she look like people Eleven knows, and that leaves the girl on uneven footing.]
Why are you alone?
[The tone is almost petulant, a child parotting a question back, clearly lacking a good answer of her own. Why's she alone? Because she can defend herself, or so she has reason to assume. She raises the lantern a bit, squints into the darkness around the strange woman's (creature's? she doesn't know) face and tries to make out features.]
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This one is neither angry nor afraid.
How curious.
Kettara blinks down at her, curling her lip back to show off her tusks when the girl lifts her lantern for a better look. ]
I want to be alone. And I can survive when I am alone.
[ She puts a hand on one of her axes, comforted by the familiar weight at her hip. ]
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Oh, Eleven isn't stupid. Axes can be used for more than fire wood. But guns are harder to avoid when used right, and guns can mean police or military or worse.]
Me too. I can survive.
[She's done it before, after escaping the Upside Down. Squirrles and waffles.
Eleven blinks at the reveal of tusks, and parts her lips, the lower one curling back slightly so she can press her bottom teeth to her upper lip.]
You have teeth.
[That's unusual. As is the green skin. As are the red eyes. But still - the woman reads more 'person' than 'monster'. This isn't exactly a Demogorgon. Eleven remains... slightly weary, but nothng worse.]
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[ Only the strong survive, and even that, not always for very long. Kettara still doesn't understand all the rules governing this place, but she knows, with a bone-deep certainty, that it will not accept her presence gently. Oh, there's plenty of food and water, and even warm places to hide from the elements, but there is no sunlight. And she is dead, but brought back to breathe again. It is not a blessing. She can't be certain what it is. But whatever comes next will not be kind. How could it?
She snaps her teeth together, more playful than threatening. This human seems young. She's not entirely certain when they undergo their adulthood rituals, but this one is difficult to read. Watchful, very watchful, but not afraid. Perhaps a child. Perhaps just quiet. ]
Most animals have teeth. You have teeth. But I have tusks, too.
[ She snaps her teeth again, demonstrating. Then: ]
You are not afraid of me.
[ Kettara sounds more curious than anything. ]
Why?
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Tusks.
[She adds words every day. A far cry from the days when she could barely speak full sentences.
She nods again, committing tusks to memory as she snaps her teeth to mirror the woman's gesture.]
Why be afraid?
[Eleven relaxes her stance a little. She won't ever not be weary around strangers, and is still reeling from her arrival here, but she doesn't feel in danger - not from the woman, not at present, at least.]
You're not a monster.
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[ A simple fact, though Kettara knows many beings are not always as they first appear. She tips her head to the side. ]
Most humans would call me a monster.
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I know monsters.
[She leaves the sentence as is. The implication is, hopefully, obvious.
Who is Eleven to judge strange skin colours and tusks? As long as the woman's head doesn't split open like a flower to reveal rows and rows of teeth...]
What... is your name?
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Kettara Bloodthirst, of the Earthen Ring.
[ She hesitates. ]
For my people, it is traditional to take a second name that reflects a great deed, or the deed of a loved one. I honor my mother. I have no intention of hurting you.
[ Bloodthirst is a complicated title. But one she carries, nonetheless. ]
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At the explanation though, she nods.]
My name... is Jane Hopper. For my mama and... [Not her papa. But for... for her...] ... my... Dad.
[The word feels strange in her mouth, and there's an emotion that passes over her face. She died, despite how much Hopper wanted to protect her. And now she's here... and she can never see the look on his face if she were to call him...
But now she's here.]
But... I'm Eleven. My friends call me El.
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[ Kettara understands the weight of legacy better than some. It comforts her, but there is a cost. She had to live in the aftermath. ]
Hello, Eleven.
[ She gives her a small smile. ]
Perhaps one day we might be friends. I have never been friends with a human before.
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Hello, Kettara Bloodthirst... of the Earthen Ring.
[The words are a little slower, more stilted. She has to weigh them deliberately, but does return the small smile.]
If you are not... human... then what?
[Not a monster, not as far as Eleven can tell - the monsters she knows don't speak and make polite introductions. Though they do have guns, sometimes... but that does beg the question what Kettara is.]
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[ It's said with a quiet, fierce sort of pride. Kettara has never hidden what she is. It's a novelty to explain it in this place, though not one she especially enjoys. Her skin and eyes are a reflection of the deal her ancestors made, and all that followed. The demonic taint is one generation removed, but still visible. Her children would have carried the mark as well, if she had had children.
Kettara sighs, scratching her head. ]
I've found no one who recognizes that in this place. Not yet, at least.
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Orc.
[She over pronounces the word a little, perhaps, but only in the way a child committing something new to memory word. And she even mimics Kettara's tone, inflicting some reverence into how she says the word.
The word, it seems, holds very little context for her, so she takes it for what it is.]
Where are "Orc" from?
[It must be far from America, but also not Russia. Otherwise, Eleven thinks she would have heard about it.]
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My mother came from a place called Outland. But I was born on a world called Azeroth.
[ She's lived in many places since, and called more than one home. They all seem very far away, now. ]
What is your home called?
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Hawkins. [And then she specifies:] Indiana. [As if that helps anything, and as if she herself has any idea of how Hawkins relates to Indiana relates to the USA relates to that one world.]
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[ But the universe is wide, and there are many worlds. Kettara huffs, nodding. ]
What are they like?
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A lot of... farms, and forest. Small houses. I think... normal? But sometimes... there are monsters.
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There are monsters in my home as well. Monsters and great beasts. But we endure, because it is our home.