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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She feels the weakness in his hand and smiles wider, she has him now. She drags herself up his body, plants her knees on either side of his chest, squeezing tight enough to keep him there. One hand settles on his shoulder, pressing down, also to keep him in place, the other, still holding the blade, bloody now, her grip slick with it.

She hears his question, makes a hiccup of a laugh. "Because it's fun." Her eyes are wide and guileless as she stares down at him. Isn't he having fun? Oh, she supposes not.

She moves to stab him again, slow, wanting to take her time, wanting to make sure he can feel every inch of it entering his body. Just like she had with Eve. Her gut tightens in memory, and her smile freezes in place. It's not the same, it's not at all the same, but the memory is insistent, won't fade... She needs him to be dead now.

"No, no----stop---wait---"

The way she stabs him is so slow and so painful. He feels it slide in, and he can't do anything to prevent it. He doesn't have the strength to pull her off of him, and he isn't fast enough to get away. He can't even talk his way out of this----and he's talked his way out of everything in his life.

All he can do right now is die.

He feels his body go limp as the shard goes through him, and he lets out a shuddered gasp.

Her eyes flutter closed in pleasure at that gasp, at the sound of him giving up, of welcoming death. The thought is so alien to her, and she's already dead. Shouldn't she have a different perspective? Apparently not. She can't imagine lying down and letting it happen.

She drags the blade out just as slowly, then considers the body beneath her for a moment. Her blood is still pumping, the adrenaline rush of a kill thundering through her body. She wants to savour it, bottle it and keep it fresh, but she can't ignore the aches from the fight. The afterlife shouldn't have muscle fatigue, bruises and scrapes, but this one does and she'd like to find somewhere quiet to patch herself up.

She brings her blade up to his throat, blood trailing down her fingers and dropping onto his neck, a dotted line - cut here. She giggles.

"Any last words?"

Crowley feels the life ebbing out of him, but he manages to sneer up at her. Always been very good at sneering, he has. Lousy at staying alive, it appears.

"Fuck you," he mutters.

She laughs down at him. "Maybe next time." She says, saccharine sweet in the face of his sneer and slices the blade across his throat in one sharp motion, deep enough there's white bone glistening under the blood.

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holy shit that was awesome.