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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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It looks like it would be fun! I'd have to wait until Nov for sure for a decision though
You're damn right it wasn't enough for him. His entire life had been for nothing while this asshole still managed to become Prime Minister? He hated it. But to hear that Akira didn't feel like it was enough either surprised him for some reason. It wasn't all that strange to come from the Phantom Thief leader, but it wasn't what he was expecting.]
Woah. Hold on. The public's treasure?
[You lost him. What kind of bullshit happened after his death? The public had a treasure?]
understandable!! sometimes life is busy and apping cannot happen, sobs
[. . . what follows next is a very long story, and it's one Akira feels they should have somewhere other than standing surrounded by a box full of weird Halloween costumes. a deep breath in, a slow breath out, and Akira responds, deceptively light--]
You keep asking me all of these questions and you haven't even greeted me with a "hey, how have you been," you know?
[IT'S NOT A SERIOUS JIBE. . . a remark that's meant to lighten the mood, to add a bit of levity to the otherwise solemn air. and Akira delivers it as he finally moves, taking a casual step towards the general store entrance, fully expecting (wanting) Akechi to follow]
Perhaps Nov :D
He knows that the comment wasn't meant to be serious, but he was still uncertain about how he should act or feel around Akira. Things were complicated between them, after all.]
You're right. How was death for you?
[Not really the best joke, all things considered, but at least he's half ways attempting. Too bad not having friends before this made him awkward in situations like this.]
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[Akira pauses briefly at the general store door, suppressing an instinctive wince that threatens to twitch on his features. it's a barely noticeable hitch, one that he gracefully pushes himself through as he steps outside, using the light of his lantern to guide them both to the Invincible]
[he needs a drink (of coffee)]
[and when he finally replies, it's in that patented bland Kurusu voice that makes it difficult to tell if he's joking or not]
It was a grave experience.
[get it]
[GRAVE]
[LIKE A DEATH GRAVE]
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Bitter? Yes, but considering Akira is the only one here from his world and doesn't seem to hate Goro like he should.... He'll go along with it for now while he tries to get his bearings of this world. And even though he was so very bitter and flip-flopping between hating Akira or wanting his attention, he couldn't help that tiny part of him that had always looked forward to seeing him again those days in Leblanc.
Was that even a small chuckle betraying his grumpy attitude right now?]
How long did it take for you to think of that one?
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[what would've happened if he had tried a little harder? if he hadn't distrusted Akechi from the very getgo? if he had actually tried to be his friend earlier, rather than keeping him at an arm's length? the guilt is difficult to shake, and it's part of what spurs Akira's actions even now. despite the lingering wariness that still nibbles at the back of his brain]
I've been sitting on it since I got here.
[HAR HAR. . . that response is equally as bland. once they reach the tavern, Akira pushes the door open, stepping aside so Akechi can enter first]
You can say that actually being able to use it has lifted my spirits.
[get it again]
[spirits]
[like dead spirits]
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Look. He was dead at this point. What point was there to continue to live how he has thus far? Even if that was the case, it's not something that would just come to him. After being alone for so long, it was hard to open yourself up to others.
Entering the tavern with a soft 'thank you', he rolled his eyes slightly to the response given. He may not mean it or truly care, but old habits die hard from the friendly, caring detective.]
Well, I'm glad to have been of help to you for lifting that off of your soul. The chains must have been heavy.
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Not as heavy as some.
[FINGER WAG]
[. . .]
[huh. he suddenly wonders if Akechi ever had a Velvet Room]
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It's nothing I can't handle.
[Which is a god damn lie right now, but crippling solitude was nothing new to him. If nothing, this company was the strange thing here.]
So... [The elephant in the room.] What are your plans now?
[He still had no idea for himself either.]
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For now?
[Akira takes a seat at a bar stool and props his lantern stick up against the bar counter]
I'm going to order us some goddamned coffee.
[. . . likely not what Akechi meant, but their conversation was already full of heaviness. Akira needs some time to re-calibrate before they return to that]
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... You know... It's not quite the same if you're not the one making it but... [Wait. Is that a small smile?] I suppose it will do.
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It was the blend, not the barista.
[always humble when it comes to Sojiro's famous coffee. Akira flags down the forest spirit bartender, putting in a quick order for two cups-- his taken black, and Akechi's taken however he drank it back at Leblanc]
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[Is all he'll say for the time being. Sojiro's coffee was pretty good and he did like the ambiance that Leblanc had. Once their coffee came, he politely thanked the forest spirit. Even something as simple is having a cup of coffee seemed weird right now. To have it with Akira of all people was even more strange. He'd have to figure out how to feel or take things in stride from here onward. He'd rather not be floundering around trying to get by for too long.]
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[a sharp exhale, and Akira lowers the cup of coffee back to the counter, gaze affixed on the murky liquid within]
So.
[he's the one to break the silence]
I guess I should start with-- [Mementos? or. . .]
How are you feeling right now?
[something a little more personal?]
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It took him a while to think of what to say. Meanwhile he just sort of stared into the cup of coffee while figuring out how he wanted to answer the question.
Or there was always the option to dodge it all together. Choices.]
Complicated, really. [That may have been the best answer he had that didn't include spilling his woes to someone he'd thought he hated. He wasn't too keen on that option; It was just a by-product of being alone for so long that made it so hard to open up.]
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[but Akira shoves down the slow-creeping approach of the rest of his emotions. the ones born from the untimely defeat of his Phantom Thieves. those are feelings for later]
That's about what I expected.
[another sip of his brew, his eyes fluttering shut as he enjoys the taste and the aroma. somehow, it calms him. somehow, it brings back memories of Sojiro and Futaba]
[it's tempting to make another joke, but. . .]
You remember Mementos, right?
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Yeah. What about Mementos?
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[another quiet sip, and Akira keeps his tone even and business-like]
I said we were-- we are-- [present tense. just because he's here in Beacon doesn't mean he and the Phantom Thieves can't fulfill their mission sometime in the future. he refuses to give up]
We're going to steal the public's treasure from the depths of Mementos. The Holy Grail. The symbol of their indolence.