TEST DRIVE MEME #1

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TEST DRIVE MEME #1

Hello and welcome to the In the Night test drive meme for June! Thanks for your interest in our game! Reserves open on June 20, and applications open on June 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/application cap of 20 apps per month (this has been waived for the first month!).
  
• 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.
  
• Though threads can become canon, they cannot count toward AC.
  
• 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

YOU'RE DEAD, JIM

You haven't been in Beacon long when you find yourself in Bonfire Square, staring into the flames and thinking about how you ended up here. Maybe it was an accident, a sudden freak thing that you never saw coming until you woke up on the ferry, or maybe it's a miracle you made it as long as you did. Maybe death was a relief. Maybe it was just your time. Whatever the case, you can't help but reflect on your final moments as you linger in the firelight.

But however you died, it's behind you now, and you're here, stuck in this little town with just a few buildings and a smattering of other people. You're going to be here a while, so you may as well get to know your neighbors, but... Would it be cathartic to commiserate about your deaths? Or is your time better spent stocking up at the general store? Then again, you've got plenty of time, so why not catch a drink or two (or three) at the Invincible? Pretend you're unaffected by your death, and, well. Fake it 'til you make it, perhaps.

Point is, you have options. You're dead, you died, and this is your "life" now. Better get used to it.

AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES

Currently, there's only one place to live (technically speaking) in Beacon: the Invincible, a tavern and inn located in Bonfire Square. Luckily, the place has working amenities (minus light), and the forest spirits don't charge anything for your stay. Unfortunately, it seems there may not be enough rooms for everyone. Guess you'll have to get cozy!

Maybe you'll try to pick a roommate from around town or in the bar downstairs, or maybe you'll just walk into the first room you see and choose that way. Want a room all to yourself? Get ready to fend off any potential intruders. And the fun doesn't end there.

The Invincible's rooms aren't all created equal. Some may have had their furniture stolen or become a dumping ground for unwanted pieces, resulting in a single bed, five dressers, and other equally distressing situations. Will someone sleep on the floor? Will you nail two beds together to form bunk beds? Maybe you just want to make this room into something more like home— potentially to your roommate's chagrin. Whatever you decide, this is where you're staying for now, so you might as well get comfortable.

network prompts

HACKER VOICE: I'M IN

In order to use the network, you have to register a username. Er, at least, that's how it's supposed to work. For some reason, new users have recently been able to bypass that requirement, allowing them to post anonymously. Time to troll strangers on the magical internet!

Eventually though, you'll need a username in order to use the tablet's other functions, like the direct messaging system. So hey, why not take advantage of the ability to source opinions, and workshop your potential usernames on the network? Share ideas, get feedback, steal ideas, critique others, and figure out what you want everyone to call you.

TURN ON YOUR LOCATION

When you wake up, you're in the woods. An iron shackle complete with a chain leashes you to a tree, and the only light you have is your lantern. You've never seen this area of the woods before. You certainly didn't go to sleep here.

Hm.

But, all is not lost. You find your phone in your pocket, as well as a scrap of paper covered back to front in cryptic scribbles. Are these clues to your location? They must be. You also spot a key dangling from a branch, though it's hanging from a tree you'll never be able to reach from here. Perhaps someone on the network will be able to lend you a hand...

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Comments

[pure_havoc]

"Possibly." Cao Pi tosses his head toward the vague shapes and noises of other people passing to and fro in the square, around the tavern. "Unless we are all, so to speak, in the same boat. I do plan to ask around, when I feel up to engaging potential idiots."

Which reminds him of his previous world and all the idiots, and makes him sigh. "I don't like to ascribe things to gods which could be otherwise explained, but..."

[callada]

"Then don't," he says. "Someone will figure this out. No need to drag gods into it when men make enough trouble on their own."

Everything has an explanation. Some of them probably can't be fully understood; he has enough humility to accept that. But it's too early and they have too little information to jump to superstition so quickly.

He also has enough humility to understand the people around them are probably not idiots. His distaste doesn't show on his face, but he feels it. This is probably why Sengoku always told him to keep quiet, when he was younger. If he'd had the bravery to say anything about some of the leaders of the world, it wouldn't always have been nice.

[pure_havoc]

Another small hum of a laugh. "True enough. It is a pleasure to see that you do understand, commander."

It is, in some way, an actual compliment. Cao Pi has the luxury of being able to speak his mind and not be gainsaid, the superiority of ego to do it when he feels like it, and the wisdom to know when not to. He really does expect there'll be idiots, but at least he won't count Rosinante as one of them.

[callada]

It has been so damn long since anyone called him by the title that it's equal parts pleasant and unnerving. The respect is nice, but he doesn't feel he deserves it after his recent actions. Besides, no dead man is going to captain a ship or lead soldiers anywhere.

But he decides not to object. Not for now, at least, until he's figured out better who this man is and who the rest of them are. There really is a lot to learn and not just about how they all got here or where here is.

"I'd like to go around and ask. See what others have learned. But I suppose I should get cleaned up first." Like many here, the violence of his death left him much less presentable than he'd like to be if he's going to meet a few of these people. They might not care, but he does. "Do you know anything about our surroundings yet?"

The buildings mostly look run-down and not very promising, but in the low light it's hard to really tell what state they're in on the inside. Maybe he can at least get a quick shower at that inn and ask for directions.

[pure_havoc]

He can't help it, titles are a way of life where Cao Pi comes from. He looks up again, and around, though the darkness beyond the fire is thick enough to be almost impenetrable. "I don't," he admits indifferently. "Upon landing I came this far, I haven't looked around much yet. If it is truly deserted, I can't imagine finding much besides empty buildings to camp in."

For a moment he remains in that searching position, looking over his shoulder toward the nearest buildings. Is it deserted? It's hard to tell with other arrivals traipsing around here and there. Are they locals or not?

[callada]

"At least it's shelter from the rain." Assuming it rains here. And anyway, he'd take an empty building over a lot of other options. Just needs a hammock and pretty soon it's a functional enough home.

"But there's an inn, or tavern, or something along those lines not far off. I overheard someone mention it. Keep seeing lantern lights coming and going, so it's probably less empty than the rest. Might be someone there who knows what's going on, too."

[pure_havoc]

"Oh?" Cao Pi looks to him briefly and then back over his shoulder, tracing the paths by those lantern lights. Aha, so there are people congregating over that way. "True. Any inn is a place for information."

He's not forming a party, though, so after a moment's thought to decide what he'd prefer right at this moment, he turns back to the fire. "Feel free to do so. I think I'd like a while to consider this whole thing."

[callada]

Understandable. That's all he's been doing, himself, up until moments ago. But staring into the fire and savoring a cigarette eventually became unsatisfying. It's time to look for answers - or in their absence, at least a few ideas to work off of.

So he nods slowly, more to himself than to Cao Pi, and collects his own lantern. "Take care, sir." It's not quite a bow, but he does at least give a nod of his head as he takes his leave.