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

[survivaltricks]

[Akira also lapses into (slightly awkward, all things considered) silence until their order is delivered, and he picks up his cup and lifts it to his lips with a small sigh. the blend isn't nearly as rich and robust as Leblanc's, but. . . it'll do. the smell itself is comforting enough for him right now, when the rest of him is abuzz with anxiety. over Akechi. over his own "death" (although part of him still refuses to acknowledge it as one). over none of the other thieves being here, when he knows they all suffered the same fate as him]

[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?]

[justcawse]

[Oh man. Now he's asking the heavy questions. 'How are you feeling now?' That was a good question. One that he didn't know the answer to himself quite yet. He was feeling a lot of things; none of it good really.

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.]

[survivaltricks]

[. . . yeah, that's about what he expected. Akira would describe his own emotions as "complicated," too. and not just because Akechi so happened to be here, in the-- "afterlife" with him]

[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?

[justcawse]

[Goro remained silent for the time being upon hearing his response. Those feelings of his defeat and how his entire life just unraveled itself in a short amount of time was enough to confuse him about what to do next. How do you process that? He'll manage in time, but just getting his bearings was more than enough for the time being.]

Yeah. What about Mementos?

[survivaltricks]

The public's Palace.

[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.