TEST DRIVE MEME #5

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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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Comments

[worthallthis]

[Apparently Castiel isn't quite as good at hiding his feelings as the Soldier, because that telegraphed pretty clearly, there. It doesn't react, but it's silently trying to think about why another angel might not want to meet one of his own people. Maybe if he already knew Aziraphale, it could make sense, given how the Soldier is guessing Aziraphale died, but there's no reason to think he's just fishing.

So the Soldier says,]

Aziraphale.

[And then it adds, quite calmly and and matter-of-factly,]

He is under my protection. Along with Crowley.

[Just in case the name is in fact familiar to this particular angel and he wants to finish the job.]

[freetobe]

[ Aziraphale... does not ring familiar. Crowley, however, does, and slightly too blue eyes snap to the Soldier's with a frown. ]

Crowley.

[ Pronounced slightly differently. Castiel notices that difference. Wonders if it's coincidence, but can't afford not to check. ]

The demon?

[worthallthis]

Crowley.

[Pronunciation is important.]

But yes. He's a pretty shitty demon, though. Cares too much. Kind of a dumbass.

[The Soldier says the insult with some shades of fondness, though. Crowley may be a dumbass, but he's their dumbass. (Its and Aziraphale's, anyway.)]

[freetobe]

[ The man stresses the difference in pronounciation, and Castiel's frown... deepens. Still, is it too much of a coincidence? Is it the same demon?

He'd only know for sure if he met him here.

This is beginning to feel more and more like one of Gabriel's tricks. Pull Castiel out of Purgatory against his will, put him in another kind of strange limbo and put him there with an angel, and a demon who is not quite Crowley. ]

I don't think the Crowley I know cares about much. Power, yes. Survival, no. He schemes a lot.

[worthallthis]

[The Soldier tries to reconcile the idea of "Crowley" with "caring about power", and utterly fails.]

Probably not the same demon.

[So this Crowley and Aziraphale might be safe. If this angel doesn't know who they are, he probably won't want to try and kill them again. It tilts its head at the new angel, and decides it might as well ask,]

Who are you?

[freetobe]

[ The place is strange, and Castiel is struggling to put it all into a cohesive picture. With relative certainty that the demon is not the Crowley who Castiel has had... unpleasant dealings with in the past, it leaves the other angel as a wildcard, and he'll have to do some reconnaissance there shortly. Too many angels want him dead to be careless. ]

Castiel. Will you tell me about Aziraphale?

[worthallthis]

[There doesn't seem to really be any harm to it.]

White hair, blue eyes, shorter than I am. Kind of round, spine of steel, can mess with memories. Very fond of food, but a terrible cook. Wears a waistcoat and a goddamn bowtie all the time.

[The Soldier really hates that bowtie.]