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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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he's silent a spell, just watchin' the fire. he ain't bothered, per se. he's spoken to soldiers from rome and gaul who mighta looked at him the same if he'd asked such a thing of them. what makes sense to him, the whole of his reality, it ain't bound up in so much as his present.
hell, if the future he's fightin' for, if the one he wants so desperately, can go on and not know the horrors of the last few years, he'd accept his death with grace and walk on into eternity without a word of fuss. no war will ever end all others, but he's a dreamer.
when he speaks, his tone is careful. he doesn't want to assume she'll have any idea what he's talkin' about — though he's got her accent pegged as new yorker, that don't mean much in a place like this — but he doesn't want to overload her with irrelevant information, neither. )
Ah, well. I'm from Earth. January, 1945. I'm a paratrooper with the 82nd Airborne. Reckon it was the Germans.
( leastwise he hopes it was. he's seen what friendly fire incidents do to the boys what survive, and he'd hate for someone else to carry that guilt. )
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Oh.
[Of course asking someone who shot at them was a minefield, but she didn't expect it to be at this level. Kyna shifts, shoulder accidentally bumping into his, and then wrinkles her nose. God.]
Sorry, um... I didn't mean to...
[She gestures vaguely, as though that can somehow encapsulate how lame she feels.]
I'm from Earth too, just... After you. After the war.
[That's vague enough to be safe, right?]
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gently, )
Ain't nothin' that merits apology, ma'am. I wouldn't change it.
( death ain't never been a point of contention for him. just the natural conclusion to life. he grew up knowin' that. and his pa wouldn't have been half the man he was if he didn't prepare his boys for that eventuality. all the hicks boys see ghosts, and all of 'em deal in their own way. gene's a peaceable man, easy come to hard things. )
Europe's beautiful. Lordy, I ain't ever seen so many churches before. You can feel the weight of 'em as you step on in. Never would'a had that without the War, you know? So it had its bright spots. An' by the fact you ain't speakin' German, I'm guessin' we won.
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Yeah, we did. I've never been to Europe, but I hear the food's awesome.
[Priorities.]
Where are you from? In America, I mean.
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( a laugh. he sounds like he fell outta the tallest tree in alabama and hit every damn branch on the way down. the drawl's all but beaten into him. )
Little place called Agathine, in Walker County, Alabama. Three thousand souls if there's a one.
( but oh, he loves every brick in that place. the earth, the soil, the sun. he'll miss it. his house, his pa sittin' out on the porch in the afternoon heat. lordy, but he hopes the war's over before robbie's old enough to join up. john's got more sense, and al's off in the pacific, but. sparin' his youngest brother's always been first on his mind. they've been killin' german boys about his age of late, which the captain says is a sign the wehrmacht is losin' too much ground to recover. )
An' you're a New Yorker, right?
( it's faint, but he's learned to pick out regional differences in the last few years. alex is from new york, an' the all-americans take all sorts. )
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I got "Southern".
[Incredibly specific and super useful!]
I'm from Brooklyn. I think there are like, three thousand people on my block.
[And she can't really imagine living in a town that small. She thinks she might go nuts. She's never really been able to get used to how quiet places like that are, or how slowly everything seems to move.]
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( that's even worse than it was when he lived with aunt ysobel's cousin, learnin' the skills of his trade. weren't no finer carpenter in all the boroughs back then. )
I lived in Brooklyn a spell. Back in the thirties. I reckon it wasn't quite so busy then.
( it still felt like the entire population of alabama was crammed into that one borough, but. three thousand souls to a city block seems a bit alarming. )
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Probably not. But, you know, I bet other things were cooler. Right?
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( a pause. then, )
East River still smell like an open sewer pipe, though?