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!

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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( he should have done this sooner, but he got caught up by... well, everything. walking around town with an outfit riddled with bullet holes keeps even the most curious at bay. paired with a quickly put together mask, he has people giving him more side eyes than hellos, which suits him just fine.

but he is bound to have to change sooner or later, so he is now going through the assortment of clothes on the racks to see what fits. he eventually assembles two outfits — plain, comfortable and flexible.

adding them to a duffel bag full of supplies, billy starts to make his way out of the store when some kid almost rams right into him. he reaches out to steady him, whatever expression he has neatly hidden away behind his mask. )

Careful.

[ for a moment, peter's startled, although it quickly gives way to a flicker of hesitation before he responds. the mask gives him pause and for one second he's not immediately sure if it's that that's making him uneasy (sure, parker, be unnerved by the guy in a mask: hypocritical and a dick move—) or if it's the general atmosphere of the town (or both. both seems the likely answer). ]

—Yeah, sorry [ uttered cautiously. it's punctuated by a quick, darting smile and he lifts a shoulder in a sheepish half-shrug before continuing with: ] The darkness is taking a little while to get used to. [ by way of explanation: it's only half the truth, but it's enough of one that he can't imagine it'll prompt too many questions. ]

( both is apt. he definitely looks like he belongs here. morbidly fitting, even if it isn't entirely intentional. maybe he'll resemble something a little less grisly after he changes, but for the time being, he'll probably be giving a lot of people a small scare. )

Yeah. This place could use more light. ( the lanterns help, but not by much. good thing he has been trained to adapt to scenarios such as this one. ) Better than fire and brimstone though.

[ better than fire and brimstone. that earns a huff of a laugh and peter relaxes, just a touch. it's not that he trusts el mask, not at all, but there's nothing beyond the vague feeling of unease that peter's had since he found himself here, nothing that days he should absolutely distrust the guy he'd almost walked into.

—and, you know, that was a perfectly normal response to the situation they're in. ] I don't know, [ he admits, with a vague wave at their surroundings — or: the dark. ] if it was fire and brimstone, at least we'd know where we were. This is a little [ twist of his lips, ] out of my field of comfort. [ beat. ] I think the only time I've seen it this dark is when the power's gone out, and even then... [ even then it wasn't this dark. beacon manages to be not only pitch black, but feel oppressive with it. ] You're not a local then either, I take it?

( no hurt feelings here.

he doesn't trust anyone in beacon either — not even himself. not with how his mind is like nowadays. a constant sharp, painful mess. he hasn't bothered to give where they are much thought. frankly, he is fine with it being some kind of purgatory for the dearly departed. the less he thinks on it; the less it'll fuck with him.

it hasn't been easy, keeping his emotions in check. death isn't something anyone can just accept, no less cope with. maybe a part of him believes he should be in hell. maybe that's exactly where he's headed if he isn't already in it.

musings for another night though. )

You gotta admit it's a little poetic. "Light's gone out". ( what better way to evoke a sensation of death than pitch blackness? ) At least we have some source of light. ( a pause. ) No. No, I'm not a local. ( his accent should be familiar. it screams new yorker. ) No, I died. Kinda like everyone else here.

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i → you're dead, jim

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ohhhh my god i'm so sorry, i totally missed the notif for this

it's fine! it happens