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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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Anyway, he looks over at the woman and shrugs.]
More clothes is a special occasion in itself. It's all so much more varied than what we normally get, too! All solid-colored, plain stuff. But other than that, I have no idea. Maybe someone wanted to throw a costume party.
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[ So this isn't the usual fair, but something special added in along with the regular supplies. Some variety to keep things interesting, though to what end? Avoiding boredom, most likely.
Idle hands, as they say.
Senka's had time to look over the town, take a vague stock of the supplies. It's been years since she's been anywhere planetoid, but she knows how to handle inventory anywhere. There's enough to keep everyone happy, not just alive, but only for a certain amount of time. Let it go on without regular restocks and the times will start getting interesting, won't they?
Still, the clothing is question. She gives her hat another little prod. Is boredom so dangerous here?
And if so, to whom? ]
I do love a party. And in such style...tell me, do they throw parties often, in Beacon?
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[Hold on, let's shove this other boot on - okay, nice. Very colorful, and will certainly get muddy pretty quickly, but he'll enjoy the color while he can. He hauls himself up unsteadily and tests them with a couple steps and yeah... they're tight, all right. He grimaces just a little at the fit. Hm.]
Usually thrown by us, though. Or, you know. A few of us, whenever someone wants to. There's no "they" going around throwing parties for everyone that I've seen. You mean the spirits?
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[ She takes a step back, crossing her arms. ]
I suppose I get suspicious with ghost stories.
[ There's usually some nasty truth hidden underneath them all. ]
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[It's so hard to get a read on new folks. He's taken to coming across as casual, easygoing, maybe a little simple just because it tends to put people at ease more frequently. And here, there's really nobody to hide from, nobody to work for or against, so it truly does get easier day by day to just be a civilian again. He doesn't have to spend every day acting a role.]
The real question is, how are you going to find a top that coordinates with that hat?
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[ It's entirely possible this is an elaborate fever dream, or a cortical implant gone haywire. The Commander's been rumored to do things like that, with special projects or especially hated enemies. Senka hadn't counted herself among that number, but things change. The rules, the alliances, the debts. The only people she trusts in the wide, evil universe are her brothers, and they aren't at her side.
Caution is God, in that case. Caution, and potentially brutality if she means to avoid a second death. The first was painful, if indeed it happened, and she doesn't like the idea of repeating it.
She gives him a vague smile, flicking at the peacock feather. ]
With persistence, of course. I couldn't hope to match those shoes, but perhaps I'll come close.
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For now, they can both indulge in the brightest bit of fashion Beacon has seen since his arrival. He offers a smile, then bends down to sort through the box.]
Maybe the key will end up being forgetting about matching, anyway. Just go wild. What the hell do you suppose this is?
[he asks as he straightens up, holding out a sagging, bulky outfit in varying shades of green. Looks like it has two lobes, joined at the - hip? Are those supposed to be where legs go?]
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I really can't say. But it could be cut apart for the fabric, if you were so inclined.
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[So let's toss that one aside. He lifts up another thing, something shimmery and silver, and frowns at it, then looks over at her.]
You know anything about sewing, though? Lotta people in town could benefit from a tailor.
[He could use one in particular. Nothing ever fits quite right. Seems whoever packs things for the ferry doesn't usually take people his size into account.]
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[ She shrugs, running her hand over something cool and shimmery. ]
Enough to be useful.
[ It's always good to be useful. Means people think twice about making her dead. ]
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[Hell, maybe he could even take lessons. He can do some of the very basics himself, enough to patch a sail, and probably enough to add length to a pair of jeans if he really sat down and tried it. But it would probably come off as awfully clumsy for day to day wear, and maybe she knows a few techniques to make things easier.]
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Sure.
[ Her eyes are half-lidded, expression purposefully soft instead of sharp. ]
I can do that. I like being helpful.
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[And he gives her a quick thumbs-up of appreciation, then rummages through the box again. Unintentionally, she's put him in mind of poor Baby 5, and the costumes are a good distraction. That poor little girl. Hopefully she's managing, whatever she's up to now. It hurt to see her that last time, see how close she had grown to his brother in that six-month gap. She only ever wanted to be useful, and Doflamingo would surely find lots of use for such an eager child soldier.
Nothing he can do now, he reminds himself, and pulls out another bizarre outfit. Styled with a woman in mind, this one, made with long, cheap red fabric, a pointed tail sewn at the back, and a headband with horns attached loosely with a ribbon so it won't get too far separated from the rest.]
What about that? For your hat. Not as elaborate, but the red goes with it.
[It's definitely more costume than actual dress, but it's the closest he's seen turn up here in months. Hadn't people been complaining about that for the last party? No party wear.]