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TEST DRIVE MEME #5
TEST DRIVE MEME #5
Hello and welcome to the In the Night test drive meme for October! Thanks for your interest in our game! Reserves open on October 20, and applications open on October 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 10 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
MAMMA MIA
The town is quiet, the forest spirits behave business-as-usual, Rastus doesn't know what's up. Whatever's going on, you'll have to figure it out for yourself.
And you will, though the hallucinations are subtle at first: objects moving when they shouldn't, people's proportions looking just a bit off, voices in an empty room, and so on. Is it just your mind playing tricks in the darkness? Might be! As the days go on, the hallucinations are harder to ignore, no matter how much you may wish to wave them off as flukes. What's wrong with everyone's faces? When did all the howling start? Who do you hold onto when the world drops out from under you? And those hands...
While you might know it can't be real, it certainly feels real. But at least it can't last forever... Right?
This prompt is a mini version of the game's Bury a Friend event.
GIMME! GIMME! GIMME!
Although the month is already well underway, residents of Beacon will notice a brand new shipment being delivered to the general store—only this one comes via the forest, as a small legion of spirits quickly drop off crates of boxes at its doorstep before scampering back into the woods. Hopefully nobody is riding too hard on hoping for further rations or supplies, because opening them up quickly squashes any notions of a full month's restock. Instead, it looks like each crate is bursting with costumes! Coming in all shapes and sizes to fit anyone of any age or decree, there’s plenty to choose from. Something scary? Magical? Clever? Or maybe even a bit on the sultry side? Dig deep enough, and you’re sure to find something to suit your tastes, props, accessories, wigs and all!
If nothing else, surely you can find an alternate use for a bit of spare fabric in your size, but what's the harm of having a bit of fun? But, oh, be careful if you're playing dress-up while the hallucinations from the event are in play... These costumes might just have a funny effect on you. 🤔!
network prompts
S.O.S.
The morning is interrupted by an alert. The text, which helpfully converts itself to automated speech when opened, reaches every inbox across Beacon, refusing to disappear until acknowledged. The problem? The username it comes from is glitched and unreadable, and all attempts at responding directly appear fruitless. The message is simple, three words:
There's nothing that seems to be able to be done about it, but with the earnestness in which it appears, maybe it would be wise to discuss it with the other residents. Isn’t there something you can do, even to track down the source? Maybe that will help you better put it from your mind.
TAKE A CHANCE ON ME
The longer you stay in Beacon, the clearer it is that you’re here for the long haul. And, on that note, the clearer it is that this place is going to need a lot of work to meet your standards. Obviously there isn’t much that can be done about certain things, like the state of lighting, or some of your potentially missing powers, but there are a lot of things that would certainly improve your personal quality of life. And for that matter, maybe some of your ideas would be agreeable to others, as well.
Whether you’re here to call for the establishment of a club, a new business, or even some kind of monthly therapy circle, the best way to get your message across is to turn to the Network and give your pitch. Whatever skills you may be lacking in the organization of this project, there’s undoubtedly someone out there who can provide. What are you waiting for? No time like the present to start collecting signatures!
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Mohammed Avdol | Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure
[Having arrived in less-than-ideal condition (even barring the issues immediately pertaining to his death), Avdol has to freshen his appearance if he is to squeeze himself into a leadership position while hoping that the others would take him seriously. The jagged hem of his sleeves ought to be replace or covered with something fashionable. Something elegant, regal, and refined but not ostentatious. His weird pants filled the Bizarre Article of Clothing quota. Who was he, someone so vain the he took little care in how he appeared in public? Dead or alive, a man needed to convey his maturity.
The undershirt is tucked under his long sleeved cloak with its sleeves rolled up. Yes. That will do. Add to that some new jewelry for his arms, and why not some beads for his boots? It can’t hurt to add some extra mysterious flair.]
Excuse me. [He turns to another exploring the contents of the box with him.] Do you happen to have a sewing kit?
SOS
I assume everyone received that message.
Whatever we do, we cannot afford to run into the darkness alone and without a plan. This could be a trick by the enemy, but I won’t ignore it if it is a genuine cry for help.
Meet me at the bonfire in ten minutes and I will join an expedition to uncover this mystery.
I’m serious about not running off. Don’t expect me to run after you if you get into any trouble.
no subject
She blinks, and then her face smoothes over with something approaching a smile. She can't summon the actual thing yet. This approximation will have to do. ]
I'm sorry, I don't. [ There isn't even one at home. She never learned. ] I... [ Woah, wait, wait, look at the flash on this guy. ] What are you trying to do?
no subject
I need some way to fix the hem of my clothing. This could cover up the damage if I could get this to stay.
no subject
[ This guy has so much more style than she'll ever have, clearly, and Elle keeps smiling that numb almost-smile. He has a plan, he came out here to execute it, and, more importantly, he's actually using these costumes for something useful. Bravo.
Elle's clothes aren't in the best of shape, but she isn't sure she wants to wear a princess dress for the foreseeable future. Not unless there's any other alternative. ]
Hm.
[ While she has plenty of other skills, like solving a good mystery, crafting is not one of them. She'd wanted to learn how to crochet but only ended up watching youtube videos on it. And crocheting wouldn't help too much here. But... the wheels are turning... ]
Maybe there's a costume with a sharp part on it that you could use...?
[ Elle squints thoughtfully at another crate. ]
no subject
[The bonfire was an obvious choice, but his own Stand's fires - while they produced no light - still created heat. It's a crude method, but it will do.]
String - we need thread. Can you find a cloak made form durable fabric?
no subject
[ Elle mumbles it at herself as she turns to sort through more costumes. Talking to herself is something she does a fair amount of; she spends most of her time alone. As her fingers pass over a luxurious purple satin cloak, attached to what seems to be a medieval king's costume, she brightens. ]
Here! This one should do. It's already kind of fraying.
[ While she might not be good at crafting, she at least has good observation skills. You need them when you work with creatures who'd like to take a bite out of you at any time.
Elle unbuttons the cloak part and then tugs it fully out of the crate. It's almost a shame to turn it into thread, it looks nice and shiny... ]
Have you done this kind of thing before? You have a good eye.
no subject
I've had to do a few repairs here and there. [He pulls out two pings with false pearls attached to one end between his thumb and forefinger.] ...Despite this, I should ask someone who knows how to make alterations. I may have a good eye, but I am not skilled in everything.
[First off, he should turn one of these into an actual needle. He transfers one of the pins to his other hand and focuses on heating up his fingers to turn the thin metal into a hot sculpting tool. With the tip, he pushes into the rounded end of the other pin slowly, creating a small hole.]
no subject
[ All of her's brain activity is lost to the sight of him heating a pin just with his hand. It had really caught her off-guard how people just use their abilities in this place. Her own abilities are so dangerous that she abstains except when absolutely necessary, and even her cousins prefer to keep theirs under wraps. It's fascinating. It's also fascinating how different everyone is.
All she wants to ask is just, oh, a thousand questions, but she restrains herself. Just barely. ]
Sewing's becoming less and less of a common skill, where I'm from, but someone's gotta know it here. [ She cants her head to the side. ] I'm Elle, by the way. It's nice to meet you.
no subject
Call me Avdol. It's a pleasure to meet you, Elle.
[He slides the pins into his sleeves, where he stores practically all of his supplies.]
I supposed a network-wide request wouldn't help, or at least a list of everyone's special skills.
no subject
Well, you can give it a shot. [ She chuckles. ] The worst you'd probably hear is crickets. We should probably all take up skills like that, if we can... basic stuff, I mean. I'm good at the whole survivalist thing, not so much putting clothes together.
( prompt: sos. )
I'll join you on your expedition!
My name is Daylight. I have experience in exploration and stuff, so I think I can be of help if you're still in need of helping hands.
no subject
Have you contacted the person who wrote the message?
no subject
I was thinking it was Ms. Robin when it first popped up but it doesn't seem to be the case. Doesn't feel like her-her, you know?
no subject
I assume something is happening in the darkness, where there is certain to be trouble. If it comes down to a fight, will you be able to protect anyone else?
no subject
Do you want to meet up now? Just finished helping someone out so I just need to grab my things for a scouting expedition and I'm good to go.
no subject
[When Daylight arrives, he is standing facing the bonfire, arms crossed and contemplating his choices. They know little of Beacon, but with the danger approaching, they cannot afford to wait until they know everything.
This is why they need more than one person rushing in.]
no subject
[ daylight is being serious in his last message: he's definitely not hard to miss as he approaches the bonfire, towering over everyone by a good four feet and then some.
but the guy, in return, isn't hard to miss as well so daylight immediately approaches him. he tries to look friendly as possible, even with the proportionately sized gun holstered over his shoulder. ]
Hi! I'm Day. The one you talked to on the network.
[ he adjusts his grip on the arc gun he's carrying, clearly nervous as he continues to babble away. ] So- Um- Have an idea where to go first? Because I was thinking we could visit some forest spirits and asks if they had seen anyone in the woods lately.