memesinthenight | 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:

SOS. SEND HELP.
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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( it's usually the best call to go and get your own drink at the Invincible. yes, people can and do take the job on occasion, though it's like ships passing in the night most of the time. or, if you have the misfortune of Matt being the bartender, he hands out the wrong thing on purpose. Sally is overall lucky that he's heading in as she heads behind the bar and not lingering behind it, because he's the worst.

that said, he hears her at work and has to assume she's following the advice of the sign and doing her part to keep the town mildly tipsy. he doesn't actually expect her to do any work besides identification, though he does sidle against the bar to wonder, )

I don't suppose you could find me the whiskey. ( why does a grown man need help finding his own alcohol? well, he's wearing sunglasses in an eternally dark town, and there's a walking cane that he's slowly folding up to place neatly on the bar. the only bigger tell Matt could have that he's blind would be a guide dog snuffling around, and sadly he didn't even have one of those in life. not a good chance of one in death. ) I can pour it myself, but last time I tried to find it I had to drink an entire glass of peach schnapps. Not what I was going for.

[He isn't the only person hanging around the bar, but he is the only one wearing sunglasses. It'd be a bold fashion decision. Maria's Island is a small place- it'd been too small for Gilly and too small for any kind of anonymity. For better and worse everyone knows everyone. Between the people visiting the aunts and the people coming to her shop for various cures- she recognizes blindness when she sees it.

Sally tosses the cork into a nearby trash can, halfway to scanning the shelves for the whiskey when his story continues. She's so surprised by the laugh that bubbles out that it turns into a short.

The warmth is tentative but genuine all the same.]

Yeah, that sounds like the kind of mistake you only make once.

[Peach schnapps. God.

Sally pushes away from the bar and squints up at the shelves, that seem to be stocked with everything but what she's- Oh. There is is. Just out of reach.

She pushes onto her tiptoes and nods her head just a little- enough to encourage the bottle to slide forward on its own and land in her palm.]

What's that old saying? When life give you schnapps make a bellini?

( Matt is surprisingly not the only one in Beacon that is usually wearing sunglasses in the dark, but he is probably the only one that does so while also being legally blind. Crowley is just covering up demon eyes. )

Well, hopefully. That's where you come in. My Irish Catholic father would roll in his grave if I didn't finish a drink, but I think I'm good on peach anything for awhile. ( Matt smiles, pleased to have gotten a laugh. truthfully, he can discern well enough what a drink is just by smell, but with so many people around he does need to convince someone to help him find his liquor of choice. Matt has always found that milking the blind thing is the best way to get people to do things for him. )

That would have been a much better call, wouldn't it? ( he muses, shaking his head. ) Usually I take my drinks neat, but schnapps should be the exception.

Mnnn. [It's a thoughtful sound as Sally's gaze skates over the label. She's never really developed a taste for whiskey, but she figures it's probably like anything else- you find the one that does something for you and branch out from there. The smell reaches her as soon as she gets the cap off, but more importantly it frees her opposite hand up enough that she can track down a glass. At least this highball glass is holding what it's meant for. And he's even spared her the necessity of looking for ice.

She pours two fingers worth and the dim overhead light throws honey colored patterns across the counter between them. But Sally's gaze doesn't really lift until the heavy bottomed glass is slid over the bar, just beside the guy's right hand. It's a deliberate gesture, a sound he can follow.]

Not the kind of guy to compromise, huh?

[The cap goes back on, one twist, then another- a stark contrast to the wine she's committed to finishing. Her hip comes to rest against the ledge of the bar as she reaches for her own glass, four fingers and thumb spread out over the mouth.]

( either that, or you steadfastly drink the same brand your father did until you get used to it. Matt is nothing if not a daddy's boy, even if Jack's been gone a good twenty years now.

he would have poured it himself, given the opportunity. Sally doesn't present him with one, and Matt won't argue with the hospitality. he lifts his hand to get a grip on the glass, dragging it a little closer. ) Thank you. ( while he would have done it himself, he doesn't hate the courtesy. it's a kindness, and he knows that. it's mildly presumptive to presume someone blind can't pour their own drink, though not a presumption fostered out of anything but human sympathy. he can't be mad about that. (especially when he's constantly trying to garner as much as that sympathy as he can quite intentionally.)

is he the kind of guy to compromise? he hums around the rim of his glass, taking a sip as he contemplates. ) I will for the right cause, though not without at least attempting to barter something more in my favor. ( he'll compromise only when he has to, basically. ) I think it comes with the territory, I was in law before I ended up here. ( you didn't get far being too compromising in a courtroom. it opens the floor for him to ask, ) What about you? Where were you before all this?

TEST DRIVE MEME #5

drinking (SCREAMS ABOUT PRACTICAL MAGIC AND THAT SOMEONE HAS SUCH GOOD TASTE AS TO PLAY FROM IT)

Ahhhhh thank you!! I didn't think anyone would recognize her!

i watch practical magic EVERY HALLOWEEN... what a gift

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