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

[evocation]

[Don't tell her this, it gives her ammo!]

i bet you can make the text huge like on those phones for old people

[ultimatums]

[ mistakes were, and are continuing to be, made. ]

If someone was hypothetically to go about doing that, which of these many buttons do you think they would have to tap?

[evocation]

look for the little gear icon
hypothetically

[ultimatums]

Interesting

[ it takes him like five minutes to give the thing a good poke until he can actually see what he's reading without squinting, which is probably some sort of personal record. ]

I think this is what God must've felt like when he said let there be light

[evocation]

you know what's extra fucked up?
none of my magic is casting light either

[ultimatums]

Your what

[evocation]

magic
you know
spells and stuff?

[ultimatums]

Yes, I know of Harry Potter

[ he's dead, they all are, so this really shouldn't be the sticking point, the one thing he just Will Not Allow. unfortunately — ]

This one of those ironic witticisms the kids these days are coming up with?
Like, when you say "your magic" do you mean your skateboarding prowess?

[evocation]

yeah totally
i have a sweet kickflip
no, i mean actual magic

[ultimatums]

But you don't though

[evocation]

i don't what?
have a sick kickflip or magic?

[ultimatums]

Jury's out on the kickflip
But magic is very not real
I know this for a stone cold fact

[ even as he's typing that he remembers he's dead and it's dark everywhere and there's a big fire that won't stop burning and everyone has lanterns that never go out and etcetera and etcetera. but people actually being able to cast spells? like wizards? that is a whole different kettle of fish. in a barrel. and raylan is shooting them. ]

[evocation]

okay
wanna see?

[ultimatums]

Okay, I'll bite
But if I show up and you just do some Criss Angel mindfreak shit I'm gonna be real pissed

[evocation]

criss angel? that's the meanest shit anyone's ever said to me
i'm in the tavern if you want to meet

[ultimatums]

And to think I've been just upstairs this whole time
I'm the guy in the hat

[ he's kind of pissed that it's the promise of a magic show that's getting him out of bed, but he rationalises as he's traipsing downstairs that he just needs to give his legs a stretch and probably get another whiskey. raylan emerges into the bar, hat on, swagger rolling, and the entire room immediately has the vibe that if a honky-tonk piano had been playing, it would have abruptly stopped, bookended by the ominous final ping of someone lobbing snus into a spittoon. ]

[evocation]

[Kyna, on the other hand, is less impressive. She's a short young woman sitting on a barstool in a beat up jacket with her dark hair pulled back. When he gets closer, though, he might notice she has pointed ears.

Kyna looks up when he enters, squinting at him as though trying to divine whether or not he's the right guy. Only one way to find out!]

You're not as old as I expected.

[ultimatums]

[ raylan's face reflects the inner calculations he's doing to decide whether he should be offended by that. eventually he holds his hands out and leans back a little, looking momentarily pleased with himself as he settles in a lean against the bartop. ]

You're not as bearded and sorcerous as I expected, so I guess we're both breakin' barriers. Was expectin' a pointy hat. Maybe a — [ he waves his hand in a loose gesture ] — magic wand.

[evocation]

I'm too cool for a pointy hat. I'd give the cowboy hat a try, though.

[ultimatums]

[ raylan tongues the inside of his cheek for a second, eyes narrowed a little suspiciously for a second before his face evens out. fine!!!! ]

Can if you want to. One time offer.

[evocation]

[Her face lights up at that.]

Seriously?

[ultimatums]

Sure. Why not.

[ he plucks it off his head with his fingers splayed around the crown and hands it off. he's not that attached that he doesn't mind people giving it a try; where he draws the line is people taking it off without his permission. there are certain things you just don't do, and getting between a man and his hat is one of them. ]

Don't jam it down over your ears, now. You'd only look frightened a gust of wind was gonna blow it off. Ain't a good look.

[evocation]

[Kyna doesn't jam it down over her ears, but it's so big on her that it slides down over them, anyway. She looks like a little kid wearing an adult's hat, but does she care? No.]

Do I look cooler than you?

[ultimatums]

[ it's kind of funny. he bites back a grin, settling for an expression he hopes is a little more measured. ] I'd imagine so. But I wouldn't call me if you're lookin' to measure coolness. [ is that even a thing people say. coolness. ]

Anyway – you had a magic show for me? Don't tell me you chickened out.

[evocation]

[She huffs, clearly insulted.]

Of course I didn't. What do you wanna see?