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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Comments

[kungfuey]

Knife. [ It's said far too flippantly, considering the topic at hand. ] Really big one. [ A hand absently rubbing her chest as if to quell the memory of pain that she'd swear she can feel, even if just a phantom echo of it. ]

Seemed like a good idea at the time.

[ If she's aware of how cryptic that sounds, it certainly doesn't show but if he took the time to look at her? She hardly comes across as normal. While all black attire could be seen as a fashion choice, it almost looks like a costume a child might pull together. Padded guards are strapped to her arms and legs, a thick, wetsuit-like material covering almost every inch of her body. A scarf is looped around her neck, covering even more skin and while her face can be seen, he might notice the mask - not unlike his own - pushed up on top of her head.

Of course, those swords strapped to her back probably say a lot, too. ]

Guess it could have been worse.

[jigsawn]

( her apparel hasn't escaped his notice, but he can't really judge now, can he?

it will be in his best interest to keep an eye on her though. people wearing tactical gear and carrying around swords don't exactly scream safe and trustworthy, but they could prove to be useful down the line. )

Plan gone wrong then. ( he knows a little something about that. ) Where are you from?

[kungfuey]

Technically it was a plan gone right.

[ For as casual as she tries to make that statement, there's something grim in the slant of her mouth. A momentary furrow of her brow before she can smooth it back out. ]

It's complicated. [ It really was for Scarlett. ] Washington State, originally. Never really stayed in one place, long.

[ Granted? The last few years, doing so wasn't much of an option. ]

You?

[jigsawn]

( plan gone right — there is a story behind that, but everyone here has one of their own. he isn't going to pry since he has no interest in sharing his. )

New York. ( the big apple. ) Born and raised. ( if the subtle accent isn't any indication to go by. )

[kungfuey]

[ She appears to wince at that reply as if just hearing the words New York remind her of something unpleasant. ]

Sorry. [ Stranger still is the grimace that comes with that response, like she has a reason to be apologetic over where he's from, even as she makes zero attempts to provide context. ]

What was it like there?

[jigsawn]

( strange is right. why would new york garner an apology from her? )

Lively, crowded, complicated. You don't seem to be a fan of the city. ( just gonna call her out on it. )

[kungfuey]

[ Had she not been paying attention to those around her, she might have been more surprised or confused by his words but Scarlett had caught enough to realize that somehow? The world she had come from was not the same as everyone else's. ]

Sounds about right. [ It was all of those things in her world. ] Rougher crowd these days I hear.

[ The city wasn't the only thing that was complicated. ]

[jigsawn]

( she isn't the only one who has caught onto the possibility of people from different timelines, planets or even universes by now. apparently, death doesn't care where someone originates from. )

What year are you from?

[kungfuey]

2018... Give or take. [ Watching him as she says as much. The give or take might require something of an explanation but she figures her next words will help. ]

Not from the same parts I'm guessing. [ A beat. ] The New York I know isn't exactly known for its people these days. Not the breathing kind, anyway.

[jigsawn]

( alternate universe then. not a foreign concept, but still pretty crazy to wrap the mind around. )

Not the breathing kind? ( a beat. ) You don't mean like... zombies, right?

[kungfuey]

[ That earns an amused snort, Scarlett shaking her head. ]

I wish. [ Oblivious to how ridiculous that sounds. ] You think zombies, you think mindless, hungry creatures hellbent on killing. Give them functioning brains and you get vampires.

[jigsawn]

( vampires.

is it any more believable than superheroes and aliens though? )

Can't say this place is a step up. ( being dead is never a step up. )

[kungfuey]

Noone's tried to bite me yet. [ Shrugging, like it might give this place an edge. ]

Tell me. How's a person hear a thing like that and not bat an eyelid?

[jigsawn]

We have superhumans and aliens where I'm from. I don't know if we have vampires, but honestly, I wouldn't be surprised at this point.

( he hasn't met any in person, but as unbelievable as it is, it can't be crazier than landing in some pitch black ghost town post-death with a group of people all from varying timelines and/or universes. )

[kungfuey]

Aliens. [ The first thing he's said that registers a visible reaction, though it would be hard to call it surprise exactly. ] Not apocalyptic level invasions though I take it?

[ Funny how the concept of a superhuman doesn't register much of anything, however. ]

Where do you fit into all that? [ What... with the mask and all. ]

[jigsawn]

That's where the superheroes come in.

( the marvel universe is a crazy place. )

I don't. It happened in New York, but I was overseas at the time.

[kungfuey]

(( Continued here. ))