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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!
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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but speak for yourself, daylight. you're the weirdest thing he's laid eyes on all day. in fact, he thinks he might be hallucinating for the briefest moment. eyes narrowing behind his mask, he sits up on the bed. )
What are you supposed to be? ( he never thought death included giant robots. )
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um. okay. alright, this is a reaction, sure, but this reaction is different from the other ones. for one thing, the guy isn't immediately telling him to leave or trying to shoo him away.
success...? ]
I said I'm Daylight. [ the winglets behind him hitch up and flutter a bit. anxiety over the situation? irritation over the reaction he got? who knows. ] I'm going to be one of your, um, new neighbours here in the corridor. I wanted to say hi, mister...?
[ mister will you give daylight a name? ]
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that didn't answer his question. it might have been on the ruder end of the asking pool, but it was straightforward enough, wasn't it? )
Billy. ( it probably wouldn't benefit him to piss off a giant robot, so he'll play it safe for now. at least until he can access his threat level better. ) Sorry about that. I didn't know what to make of you for a second there.
( maybe he is hallucinating though. it would be more logical than whatever this is. )
Actually, I'm still not quite so sure. Are you a... sentient robot or some guy in a suit of armor?
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daylight begins to relax now, happy that he has a name to put on the still scary-looking man. (though, for a second there, daylight was expecting an ominous name. (which would be... vlad or shadow...?)
focus, day. ]
Oh! Um. I'm- [ he pauses, frowning in thought while rubbing the back of his neck. ] Someone once explained to me that I can be 'best described' as technorganic.
I, um, have organic and technologic components to my physiology.
[ it sounds like daylight is simply repeating the words told to him by whoever this 'someone' is. and it doesn't sound like he even believes it, if the hesitation is anything to go by. ]
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Take it you're not from Earth then. ( technorganic — he'll just have to take his(?) word for it. it isn't like he can dispute his claims. ) How long have you been here? ( or is he somehow an integral part of this landscape? )
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[ there's clearly a complicated story™ behind that tentative statement, but, judging by the airy way he speaks, daylight isn't up for giving more information on that. at least for now.
thankfully, the other question allows him to kind of change the topic. or at least ramble on enough that their chat has to lead somewhere else. ]
I think I came in with everyone else. Woken up by that awful fog horn and everything...! [ day rubs the side of his helm as he speaks, his audials ringing from phantom pain when he recalls the sound. ] You're also not from here, right? It's why you're hanging out here at the Invincible, Mr. Billy?
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( he notices the attempt at a topic switch, but unfortunately for daylight, his answer isn't nearly enough to sate his curiosity. if he was raised on earth, bill would have heard of him by now unless he was from a different time or universe altogether. )
We're all here for the same reason. ( they had died. ) What year was it for you?
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he, well, doesn't say that but there's a way he flaps his winglets before he speaks up again, repeating the question under his breath: ]
What year is it...? [ daylight's brow furrowed, as if unsure of what to make of the question.
still, daylight is an honest boy and he answers as such: ] It's 2241 on my end.
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so, either daylight is from a future timeline or he is from an entirely different universe. good to know. )
2018 on mine. Which country are you from? ( at least he isn't asking him which planet he originates from yet. )
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[ yes, yes it is, daylight. thank you for stating the obvious.
back to the topic at hand: with this question, he seems more willing to answer. long as he's not, like, being asked what planet he's from or something, daylight thinks he can handle this direction of the conversation. ]
I'm from the U.S. Dust Tumbles, specifically. It's found in the, um, Old Farmlands. [ and, seeing as how they're going tic for tac- ] What about you, Mister Billy?
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does america stop using states and city names in 2241? )
I'm from New York. Where is the Old Farmlands located? ( give him at least an approximation. ) Midwest? West Coast?
( a beat. ) What's the world like? Any humans? ( or is his world technorganic only. )
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definitely not, if this is being asked in the first place. there's a lot of things daylight wants to say or ask - like you're from new york? really? or midwest, of course! i said the old farmlands and everything! - but he gets distracted by the other question.
mostly because: ] Of course Earth has humans. It's... Earth. Where humans orginate from and everything.
[ daylight can't narrow his optics. he'll have to make do by placing his hand over them like it'll allow him to see mr. billy better. ] ... Are they not from Earth?
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We're from Earth. ( but who can really say for humans from a different universe? the possibilities are endless. ) You still haven't told me which part of the U.S. you're from. "Old Farmlands" isn't ringing any bells unless that's your tacky way of saying you're from the Midwest.
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It isn't tacky! I mean- Yeah- It is the Midwest. It hasn't been called that where I am for centuries. Not ever since the big drought from way back then wiped everything out. [ 'the name became cursed after that and it sort of snowballed from there,' daylight is about to say. except he realises it might sound silly to those who are not from his world.
so he decides to ask a question himself- ] I guess nothing like that happened where you're from, huh? No droughts? No big death-causing-everything event?
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( well, there was an alien invasion in new york around six years ago, but it was snuffed out before it could escalate. honestly, his world had a lot of close calls, but none were "big death-causing-everything" events. )
Not enough to wipe everything out. ( not that it matters anymore. he's already dead. )
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[ before daylight can say or ask anything else, there's a commotion down the hallway. daylight looks down and his winglets hitch up in both shock and offence at whatever he's saying.. ]
Hey-! W-Wait! That's my room. [ daylight prepares to hurry off to probably save his claimed spot but he stops.
just long enough to look at mr. billy again. he hesitates for a second, as if unsure of whether to say what's on his mind or keep it to himself but why the heck not- ]
See you soon? It was nice talking to you, Mr. Billy.
[ he seems to be actually serious about that. it was weird but... daylight liked the discussion.
(plus, despite initial worries, no one got stabbed.) ]
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daylight won't be seeing him in the tavern after this conversation. a few more unwanted visitors later and bill would have decided the inn is too noisy and populated for his liking. he is already thinking it might be in his best interest to pack up and find somewhere more remote — and once he realizes he doesn't need to sleep here, then he isn't even going to stick around one area for long.
either way, you'll probably be seeing him around town. )