TEST DRIVE MEME #4

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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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Comments

[nyxulric]

[ One could chalk it up to the whole being a Glaive thing for his constant keeping of his composure. But, really, it's just how Nyx is and how he's always been. What good would getting pissed off at her attitude do anyway? Not a whole lot.

Her question gets him to glance over to her for a moment before he looks back to the crackling flames. ]

Could have been worse. Got to see the sunrise at least.

[ A beat, he looks back to her then. ]

What about you?

[oldtonew]

Ah.

[ That's something, she supposes. One last kindness. Kettara shrugs, watching the fire. It cracks and pops, but does not speak to her. There is no wisdom to be gained from it. Yet, she stays. Perhaps if she is patient, if she is good and faithful, then her meditation will bear some sort of fruit. ]

It served a purpose. And my teacher - he avenged me.

[ She had known as much before she finally passed. Master Muln had held her close while her body gave out. And for a moment she had imagined he might have been like a father after all, that he might guide her into the next life. ]

His next student will do better.

[nyxulric]

[ Nyx remains silent for a moment as she explains, staring to the fire as the face of his own mentor gently pushes its way to the front of his mind. Unlike her, he had to fight against his teacher, someone he had looked up to and taught him how to fight like he does now. Corruption is a helluva drug. So's being unable to let go of the past. ]

Sorry to hear that.

[ His tone is genuine as he gives her a glance before he looks back to the crackling flames. ]

Got anyone else here that you know?

[oldtonew]

[ She nods just once, still watching the fire. Everyone here died. From what she's heard, most of those deaths were unpleasant and painful. Worthy, perhaps, as Kettara desperately hopes hers was. But painful nonetheless. ]

No. There is no one from my home. And most of you are human.

[ Most of the time she's angry about this. Currently she's more tired than anything. ]

What do I call you?

[nyxulric]

Nyx. Nyx Ulric.

[ He gives her his name as fingers lace together and, after a moment, he reaches out with one for her to take in the form of a handshake. If she wants, that is. The whole most of you are human thing tells enough but, can't hurt, right? But the fingerless glove he wears on his hand is tattered and close to falling apart, fingers covered in showings of battle. ]

How about you?

[oldtonew]

Hello, Nyx Ulric.

[ The offered hand gives her pause. It's a human greeting, she knows. Offering it to her most likely means he isn't afraid of her. But the shadows are deep around the fire, deep and lasting, and it's possible he hasn't noticed the green of her skin or the deep red of her eyes.

Kettara takes his hand gingerly. Her hands are rough with calluses and small scars. ]

My is Kettara Bloodthirst.

[ She takes her hand back. ]

I mean you no harm. It was my mother's title, Bloodthirst. I took it to honor her.

[nyxulric]

[ He looks a little worse for wear himself what with the tattered clothing, ashen skin on his left arm, and scars running up the side of his face. But hey, maybe the warm glow from the bonfire softens all that up a bit. ]

You a fighter then? A name like that doesn't really catch me as the type to be a baker or something.

[ He could, of course, be wrong. But still. ]

[oldtonew]

[ The scars are interesting, and strange because she cannot immediately tell the cause. But asking would imply some greater intimacy or understanding between them, and that feels unwise to start with a human.

Kettara shrugs. She feels angry and then she feels nothing in turns. One takes one over other without warning, and with great strength. Perhaps this is what dying does to you. ]

My mother was a great warrior.

[ Or so she's been told, at least. ]

I was a shaman. It was my duty to maintain balance between the elemental spirits.

[nyxulric]

[ Elemental spirits, huh? Why's it always some big name gods or spirits or whatever that have to get themselves involved somehow? Sure seems like it half the time. ]

How'd that work out?

[ He doesn't want to assume it had been the cause of her death, but. Well, they're all here for a reason, aren't they? ]

[oldtonew]

The work will continue without me. My master is wise, and my friends are strong.

[ It's part of the cycle and always has been. Kettara shrugs, winding a finger through a braid. ]

I cannot hear them now. The elements. They won't speak to me in this place.