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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. 🤔!
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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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Armitage Hux | Star Wars
[He didn't remember how he died and he wasn't sure he wanted to know. Either the Resistance somehow managed to take down his ship or Kylo Ren finally snapped his neck, it didn't matter now. He was dead and stuck in the dark on a strange planet he didn't recognize. His commlink didn't work, there was no response from Finalizer or any other First Order ship.
He was stuck here and had to find a way out.
The changes were subtle at first. The world felt like it was shifting around him. Little details that shifted and went changed back so quickly he thought it was a trick of the very limited light coming from his lantern. It got worse as the minutes went by, he saw pale figures starting to surround him. They began to multiply until it was just one mass of white light around him. Tentacles of white light reached for him, the sound of whispering surrounding him, accusing him. His hand was shaking as he drew out his blaster and the light vanished as soon as he fired it, leaving him standing there looking confused, blaster in hand.]
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Is it common not to recall the manner of one's death? Out of all the places I expected myself to be in the afterlife, it wasn't in a place like this.
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You're new, right? Don't worry too seriously until a month or two goes by. Give yourself time. Plenty else to worry about.
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Resources need to be managed (especially right now, since the usual supplier is at the bottom of the lake), some kind of history we're going to have to hike off and re-learn, this whole...realm(?) needs to be fixed or something that part is up in the air
The woods are also dangerous, but I'm hoping somebody would have told you already. Avoid them if you can and if you can't, don't go alone. Most of the spirits around town are fine, but there's less friendly ones out there.
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[There were moments but so far, he hadn't encountered anything worse than dealing with Snoke or Kylo Ren.]
How did supplies end up at the bottom of the lake? No one has told me about the wood but I'm not exactly tempted to go out into nature.
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Some people tried to steal the ferry, which was a horrible idea that naturally didn't work. Which is another point to make, I guess. If you get any grand ideas about escaping or taking over or anything like that - not judging, just getting out ahead of this - keep in mind there's someone watching and very, very good evidence that if we take a particularly dark turn or can't be productive anymore, she'll hit a switch and we'll all be murdered by the spirits. Hard balance to strike: unless you're part of the problem, there's probably nothing to worry about there.
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If your lantern goes out (or I figure anything that'd usually kill you happens), you die. I don't know specifics, but you're out, and you wake up in the church. Evidently they get worse the more it happens, not that I'd expect you'd need to be told to avoid dying?
Hopefully it'll make sense when we learn more but I'm not holding my breath.
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Is there anyone in charge here who could potentially have answers? There has to be a way of finding out information, even if this is some kind of hell.
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mamma mia
Hey! Now is not the time to be carrying a gun, let alone shooting it.
[ She's half a foot shooter than him but it hardly shows in the way she stands her ground, one hand on a hip while she wears a stern expression. Sorry, new guy. It's been a rough few weeks. ]
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I'm going to defend myself against whatever is here.
[The ghosts or whatever they were had vanished, there was no sign that they had been there. He wondered if this was some kind of punishment for the billions he had killed when he had destroyed the Hosnian System. But that was ridiculous, there were no such things as ghosts.]
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Whatever you saw was a hallucination. Everyone's been experiencing them lately.
[ Her tone is forceful, as if by that alone she might be able to get it into his head. ]
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[The fact that it was a hallucination didn't do much to set him at ease. He didn't know what was causing it but at least he knew for certain- ghosts weren't real. He wasn't being haunted by the deceased of the Hosnian System.
That would be ridiculous.]
What exacly is causing this? I assume someone has at least figured that much out.
mamma mia
[ This whole thing would've been easier if she'd come in wearing armor. The armor would've marked her easy, told everybody she wasn't one to be fucked with lightly. Instead, Senka's stuck with her brother's jacket and her regular work clothes, all of them battered and patched and exactly none of them lined with ballistic armor. Won't hold up to gunshots, won't hold up to knives, definitely won't hold up to whatever that guy just shot at her.
It went over her shoulder, but only just.
Senka's face is studiously blank. She's gotten good at that, making everything in her eyes go empty. Makes people think she's cold, that's she's more of a threat than she is. Sure, she's got a knife hidden up her sleeve and another in her boot, but she's not stupid enough to think that's going to matter unless she gets up nice and personal.
So, scary gangster face it is. ]
That's not nice at all.
[ Her voice is soft. She holds perfectly still. Wonders if she's going to need to kill somebody today, after everything. ]
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[He lowered his blaster but didn't put it away. He hadn't seen the woman through the haze around him but he wasn't going to apologize. For all he knew, she was dangerous as well so he wasn't letting his guard down.]
If I'm going to be attacked, I'm going to shoot.
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[ Shooting blind into the dark isn't going to make him any friends. Either he was too rattled to think better of it and has since recovered, or he genuinely doesn't care. And it's hard to tell with the lighting how it is, but he seems to be wearing a uniform.
Ah. Probably doesn't care. ]
Does that happen often? My, you must live a dangerous life.
[ She holds perfectly, impeccably still. If he tries to shoot her again, that won't go well. She has a knife and the training to use it, but she'll have to close the distance faster than he can bring the pistol up again. Odds aren't good. That leaves talking.
Thankfully she's rather good at that. ]
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[Some senior officers liked to take any excuse to drink and indulge but he never had the time of any of that. Starkiller, his own plans to take the throne- he had made many sacrifices and he wouldn't waste his time on such petty indulgences.
Making friends was never exactly a priority either. People were either useful or not. Simple.]
I've had to learn to defend myself in order to survive, yes.
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There was a time when everyone could see each others' death as well, though that seems to have passed.
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That would have been useful so I could at least have answers.
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Or the graves will appear again and you can witness it firsthand.
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Then later we were mailed the offerings and could collect them at the post office.
I admit that it makes no sense.
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It doesn't but very little about this situation does.
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