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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Xayah | League of Legends | ota

[featherknives]

You're dead Jim~

---

[Death wasn't unknown to her, Xayah mused as she approached the bonfire with the others. She killed many before and it felt like she was going to kill many more. Finally restore the balance that was destroyed. And for a mere moment, she was convinced that this was just another battle on the Rift, where summoner failed her and she was waiting to return to the battlefield.

But such a thing never came. The others that passed her by weren't the warriors she usually met and clashed with. Her ears perk up at the sound of the fire crackling and tentatively she approaches the circle. Some are standing around. Some are crouching or sitting. Some of them are dragging others off to the tavern. Too noisy, but it could be useful. Is she really going to spend the afterlife in a tavern?

She pushes the door open and pulls the hood around her head tighter, silently approaching the bar. She doesn't have money but-]

Mind buying me a drink? [She leans on the bar.] It was a rough night. [Understatement of the century.]

Hacker Voice

---

[Just deep breath Xayah, VERY deep breath. This won't go on for very long-]

how do you use this is this cursed why is it typing everything i say theres no punctuation its annoying stop stop

[She may or may not have pushed a talk to text button and doesn't know how to turn it off.]

Turn On The Location

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[Sleeping in the forest doesn't bother her. Xayah loves nature in all its glory. However, she does NOT appreciate being tied up like this. She tugs on the chains but they don't budge, and they are thick enough that her feathers can't cut through. Just great. It seems she will HAVE to use that... cursed thing.]

i cant believe im saying this but im stuck

Wild Card:
[ooc: Send me a PM if you want me to write something different! Or just drop a starter of your own~]

text; un: priest - turn on the location

[vowers]

Do you know where you are?

[featherknives]

[She's usually wary of human help, but she can't be picky right now.]

somewhere in the forest cant really tell

chained to a big tree

[vowers]

The forest is vast.
I’ll need more direction to find you.

[featherknives]

i know i wish i could offer more

there is some paper left with me but i do not understand the lines on it

its not something i saw before

@Grandmaster

[paletteswap]

You can talk to it?

Mine is translating everything into another language. Can you read this?

@feather.knives

[featherknives]

[The answer comes after a little while when she stops trying to "wrestle the demonic device into submission".]

apparently there is something they call talk to text

i dont understand still how this works

yes i can read what you wrote

[paletteswap]

That's useful. Though I'm sure this has a phone functionality too. I don't know how to work it entirely.

This is more advanced than anything I've seen.

[featherknives]

i cannot tell

we did not have these things back home

vastayans prefer talking face to face

[paletteswap]

As do I. Technology is not to be trusted.

But it could be useful, in such a place as this.

[featherknives]

i found that this box can illuminate the darkness somewhat

kind of the only purpose it has for now since i dont know any other uses for it

[Xayah... you're using it right now...]

[paletteswap]

There's the communication aspect, that may prove useful.

I'm certain someone will wander into the darkness and be unable to find their way back.

[featherknives]

i suppose thats fine no need for yelling

did you get lost in the darkness

[paletteswap]

No.

[Yes.]

The forest surrounding us appears to be vast. Maybe during daylight we'll be able to find out more.

you're dead jim

[ordinaryannie]

[Antimony glances up from the label she's slowly been peeling from her beer bottle for a lack of anything else to do with her hands, expression sharpening from polite disinterest to genuine curiosity as she registers the hooded cloak obscuring the woman's features. That's unexpected, and anything unexpected is an interesting distraction that will keep her from thinking too hard about the circumstances that brought her here.]

I hear that.

[It's a pretty good bet that anyone in the Invincible right now has had a rough night. Or day. Or whatever in between time it was when they'd died.]

Why not. You can pick up a round some other night.

[featherknives]

[The time of day and night becoming a very relative concept here is going to bug her for a while. She'll need some time getting used to it- especially if this place intends on keeping her around and not letting her move on. Which she can see happening- her past isn't pristine, but she has no regrets about it.]

Gladly. [She nods to bartender-] I'll have a beer too.

[She just needs to get her hands on the local currency, which shouldn't be that hard, right? I mean, they are dead.]

For a place that calls itself "afterlife", it's rather dull and empty, [Xayah muses, fingers drumming on top of the bar.]

[ordinaryannie]

[She huffs a mostly-humorless laugh and nods to the bartender - the tab's covered, get the lady her drink.]

And no obvious spiritual authority in sight. A group this big, I would've expected a psychopomp or two.

[A very specific psychopomp or two, in most cases, but maybe her fight at the crossroads had cut that connection somehow.

The first Price ghost in a couple generations not to be collected by her aunt. It's not the mark she would've chosen to make.]

[featherknives]

Psychopomp?

[Xayah's ears perk up because she has no clue what that is. They have clerics in their tribes when it comes to spiritual healing... maybe that is one as well?

The word is a bit weird though.]

Doesn't seem like this group needs a supervisor.

[Yet.]

[ordinaryannie]

Give it time for them to get a few drinks in. If no chairs get thrown before the night's out, I'll call it a miracle.

[She rolls one shoulder in a shrug, then winces slightly, more out of the expectation of pain than pain itself.]

And a psychopomp is...kind of a spirit guide for the recently dead. They turn up in most mythology that frames death as a place instead of just a process.

[featherknives]

If no chairs get thrown out, I'll be disappointed.

[She's used to it. The battle and brawls, day in, night out. It was fun. She wasn't doing it by herself though... She chases away the moody thought and focuses.]

Never heard of it. Vastayans pray for moons to the ancestors to help our spirit find the way, peace and joy. [She takes a large gulp of her drink and briefly wonders if anyone will actually pray for her.]

[ordinaryannie]

It's just a name that got stuck on a common pattern of belief because academics like labels. Especially Greek or Latin labels.

[She takes a sip from her own bottle.]

I don't think I've heard of your people before. Where are you from?

[featherknives]

[Typical of humans to do so. Give names to things that cannot be named. She twirls the bottle slowly, thinking of home. She's dead. Does it really matter if she tells anyone about her tribe?]

I am from Ionia, from a landmass called Valoran. My Vastayan tribe has nourished the nature and its magic from the day the first raindrop fell.

[She chuckles, but there's no real humor in it.]

I suspect you are not from the world I know?

[ordinaryannie]

[While she has enough self-control not jerk upright in sudden and clear alertness, her interest is most definitely piqued. It isn't every day she meets someone from somewhere far enough removed to have its own geography, and as newly dead as she is, her first thought is what she might be able to add to the family records, how much she might be able to ask before tripping across the boundary between interest and prying.]

I'm from Earth. Maine, on the North American landmass.

[It's not, strictly speaking, a lie - Maine isn't where she comes from, but it's the last physical location she was in before her death - and it rolls off her tongue like gospel truth. The benefits of long habit.]

Do you have much contact with other worlds?

hacker voice; @rockstar

[completelycrazy]

Do you not have tech like this where you're from? You probably hit the little microphone for speech to text.
Or its really cursed lol.

@feather.knives

[featherknives]

vastayans dont use things like this it prevents you from listening to the nature

if it is cursed maybe i should break it

[She's actually serious]