memesinthenight | TEST DRIVE MEME #1

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!

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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.

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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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Mary was laying down on a bed, examining her tablet with a mixture of fascination and confusion when the, frankly, very intimidating man walks in. But, looking at him, she slides into an even more comfortable position. The look on her face is most definitely one of stubbornness.

"Don't wanna."

And that's that.

... Well he hadn't expected there to be a child. If nothing else, her presence causes him to pause mostly because a little girl pretty much just told him no.

"Leave child. Now."

Is he going to have an argument with her? Probably. He's actually never had to deal with this sort of thing before. Or kids at all really.

At the second request, Mary considers him. She still doesn't seem as if she's planning on budging, her chin turned upward.

"Why?"

The infernal question. Just how many whys will follow, is what one must truly dread.

"I will kill you if you do not."

At least he was straight to the point. Not that it makes it any better. And why was he arguing with her? He has the feeling that this conversation would go no where and he should just physically try and toss her out.

But instead he just stands there.

"You can't kill me, I'm dead already. And you're dead too, you know! That's just silly."

Laughing, Mary sits up. "It's polite to say "please" when you want someone to do something for you. I read it in a book, once!"

"There are fates worse than death, little girl. Something I know first hand. If you cannot die, then you can go on in this existence in pieces."

Which he has seen. The demons in the Netherrealm will sometimes do that to each other. Every see a talking head? And only a head? That's a weird thing.

He's so not saying please though. He wouldn't even do that while alive.

"I'm not scared of you, mister!" Maybe she should be, but it's plain by the look on her face and her tone of voice. She really, truly, isn't scared of him. Whether she's too innocent to know what's best for her or not is hard to say. "You're just being a big bully."

"You should be," he says while taking a single step forward.

And then just drops into the floor, disappearing like he melted into the ground, but this was only for a second or two. He pops back up right through the bed and under where she was laying hoping to grab a hold of her.

When he disappeared, Mary pauses in surprise, gaping at the floor where he's vanished. But then he's back again, and it's easy enough to grab her. She kicks her legs, screaming, but...what may have started as a fearful scream quickly devolves into squeals of delight. She laughs, trying to put her arms around his neck. "That was amazing! Do it again! Again!"

Oh no. She's not having the intended reaction. And she's trying to grab a hold of him. This is not good at all. In fact it's the opposite of good.

He should have picked a different room. He sees that now.

"This is not a game."

Maybe if he moves towards the door he can just toss her out and quickly close it. Maybe she'll go away.

"Oh, I love games!"

Good, great, it's getting even better. Laughing, Mary tries to scramble up onto his back. It's like holding onto a cat that desperately doesn't want to take a bath, except everything that isn't him is the bath.

"Let's go play one! Games are the best when they're played together!"

No. No. No.

Trying to grab her was like holding onto a slippery bag of water. How can she move like this?!

Okay. New play.

"Fine. Want to play a game? Try and catch him."

And with that he split into his shadow self, which was the ultimate form of multi-tasking. His shadow clone was some how more black than his current outfit but otherwise looked a lot like him. The shadow clone gave a slight wave to the girl and then slipped out through the door.

Go on. Chase him. Please.

"Him?"

Mary pauses long enough to watch the shadowy figure dart out the room. The temptation, the temptation is definitely there...but even as she keeps smiling, her eyes narrow. "Are you trying to play a trick on me?"

Ohhhh, tricky tricky mister!

"Let's catch him together!"

And then, unless he stops her, she's going to give that metal plated face armor of his...a big friendly kiss!

This was not going as planned at all. But he grew tired of her (not that he wasn't already). Reaching behind him he pulled a sickle directly from his back and brought it between his face and her.

"Enough."

The only reason he didn't outright stab her is because his brother is also in this place and would most likely haunt him for eternity.

"Hmm?"

Mary's smile falls as she looks between him and the weapon. Her eyes lose a bit of her sparkle before she suddenly reaches out and curls her fingers around the blade. Even as red droplets blossom from the undersides of her soft digits, she doesn't wince.

"If that's the kind of game you really wanted to play, you should've just said."

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