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

[kungfuey]

What? [ That has her head snapping around, the mere suggestion of her having a kid apparently the last that Scarlett ever expected anyone to make. ]

No - [ Her tone bordering on incredulous as she shifts her weight uncomfortably from what foot to another. Her tone dismissive even as her actions up to this point, suggest otherwise. ]

No, she's just some kid. [ God forbid anyone think for a second that Scarlett cared about anyone other than herself, least of all some pain in the ass little girl who followed her around trying to copy her. ] A kid goes missing in this and people are likely to lose their damn minds.

[ She's not wrong, of course, but you don't have to be a genius to realize that has little to do with her being here. It's okay Scarlett the world will not end if people discover you have emotions. ]

[nyxulric]

[ Hey, better to not assume anything, right?

But her reaction is more than enough for an answer and he just nods as he looks back out into this lovely little storm they've found themselves caught in. ]

Not the sort of place a lot of people should be. But you're right, a kid especially is likely to cause a stir.

[ With another crack of thunder booming over them, he presses himself against the door a little more, knowing it's damn well futile with the way the rain blows sideways but. ]

What she look like? In case I see her around.

[kungfuey]

If it's this or permanently dead? [ She knew which option she'd take, but no doubt there were others who might wish differently. Impossible for them to make that choice when even dying here wasn't always permanent. ] It blows here but most days it sucks half as much as the alternative.

Small. Blonde. Pain in the ass. [ Her tone dry, but not harsh. ] Big blue eyes that could sucker candy out of Satan given half the chance.

[ Another gust of wind whistles through the front awning of the General Store, Scarlett raising an arm to shield her from the hard spray of rain that whips at her face. ]

Screw this - [ Waiting for it to calm down wasn't getting them very far and she'd be damned if she was gonna get taken out by a freakin storm blowing out her lantern.

Without anymore warning than that, Scarlett turns towards the door, even with Nyx standing there. The wind whipping through the curtains inside the shop as she pushes it open with her hip. It takes all her weight to half close it again, trying to protect the interior from being bombarded with wind and rain and it would look like she was about to leave Nyx to fend for himself, until her face appears at the crack of the doorway. ]

Well? You coming or what?

[nyxulric]

[ That description alone has his thoughts trail off to someone it could damn near perfectly match, save for the fact that she's speaking about a kid. But the small, blonde, pain in the ass parts... yeah, that definitely fits someone he knows. Someone who shouldn't be here.

Somehow, the wind isn't enough to tear him out of his thoughts but her suggesting he more or less move his ass lest he be left out here in this storm? Yeah, that sure does. ]

Not that much of an idiot.

[ He gives a shake of his head with just the faintest look of amusement on his face before he ducks himself inside along with her, lantern held close which is... certainly going to be a thing to figure out how to handle practically twenty-four seven. ]