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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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ah ty ty.
[ as gene measures his thoughts, dick meets him level. presenting his perspective. he and kory had been working out a system. before then, he and batman hadn't even needed to talk to know each other.
he doesn't want a team. he needs allies. not friends. he really shouldn't have accepted that coffee.
he drinks it anyway. ]
We're an odd bunch to have a vested interest in, to bring all the way here. They need us for something.
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Sounds right ominous when you put it like that.
( gene cocks his head to one side. takes another thoughtful drink of coffee. )
You figure it for a fight?
( one war to another? it's about all the skill he's got, unless they need fancy scrollwork done for a banister somewhere. it doesn't occur to him that it might be on account'a him seein' ghosts. that's a secret that reggie took to his grave, and that the hicks boys all take to theirs. )
I reckon my medical skills ain't up to date with what most of the rest of the folks here are used to. Sure, I can stitch up a wound all right, but I ain't the best there is.
( no shame in admitting there's more he'd have to learn. he had two weeks of first aid at fort bragg and three years on the ground. but he's heard tell there's folks here from the new millennium, and he knows — knows things've gone on to improve. his ma was a nurse in the great war, and even she'd thought so. war advances medicine, and medicine enhances war. it's the way of things. )
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Could be.
[ easy answer. a world without light that they're now tied to. it's a little more poetic than he was expecting.
one war to another bears thinking about. least trigon isn't an immediate issue. (kory and donna are more than capable. he keeps telling himself that.)
he glances back up at gene. he's an easy guy to trust, which makes dick not want to. but going there is a choice, but he thinks he's backing the right horse here. ]
I'm from 2019, I know a few things. I'll try to bring you up to speed.
[ he won't pretend to be a doctor, but even basic first aid has improved some. and they need doctors. nurses. anyone who can step into those roles if needed, if they're going to stay alive. ]
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Ah, anything you've got would be mighty appreciated. Least I showed up with my supplies.
( he gestures to his little makeshift tent, where the contents of his medical bag are neatly sorted atop the dresser he'd salvaged. several rolls of bandages and dressings, sulfa packets, a few morphine syrettes. he heads over to it, and starts to pack it all back up together. he sets his cup down beside the bag as he works, though if dick ventures closer gene'll let him see what he's got.
but he does give the other man a curious sideways glance. that's near a hundred years of history at his fingertips, but. he ain't gonna press the man with nothin' else but questions. gene's fine with some things staying a mystery. )
I only got one question for you. We cure polio yet?
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Only the one? [ if it were him, he wouldn't be able to stop asking. stop being so cute, gene. ]
Yeah, we did.
no subject
( the agathine royals™ are a fictional team from his fictional hometown. just go with it, dick. )
Besides, ( a little jostle to dick's shoulder. ) I already know we win the war. You ain't speakin' German.
no subject
No spoilers, all right?
no subject
Scout's honour. I mean, I ain't a scout, but. I've heard they're pretty big on that whole thing.
( he sees that smile!! you can't hide, dick. congrats you are now +1 pocket medic. but, back to business — )
Ain't allergic to sulfa, are you?
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Not as far as I know.
no subject
( he can't promise he won't die from anything else. gene learned on the beaches of gela what he can and can't expect someone to reasonably survive, and where his own limits lie. don't mean he ain't been up against death a few times and come out victorious, but the reverse is also true. he's lost that fight. more than he'd like to. )
So. Michigan, huh? What do you get up to, there?
( he's got a leadership quality about him. this sense of taking charge, but gene don't figure him as military. hell, he could be a schoolteacher for all he knows. he's got that edge that'd be good for wrangling kids, like ysobel. )
no subject
he can't promise. so he doesn't. ]
I'm a detective.
no subject
( there's a genuine sense of wonderment in his tone at that, and his expression lightens as he finishes packing dressings into his med kit. a boy who idolized cops grew up into a man that still carries a lotta respect for them and their ilk. oh, that ain't to say he's cotton-blind to the bad ones. he drew his gun only a handful of times in the war, and once was on one of his own squadmates. bad eggs in every batch.
once he's got his kit packed back up, he reclaims his cooling cup of coffee and leans against the old dresser to carry on the conversation. )
That's real swell. Lotta schooling to get there?
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[ oh no, too cute. dick hasn't got a soft spot for cops: in gotham corruption was top down, but there were good people. in michigan things are a little easier. people leave him alone. less dirty cops. ]
Just exams.
[ he didn't finish university. ]
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( he says it carelessly, without thinking. but the truth is, if he really is dead he may never see al again. an' he may not be the same man gene knows if he does. the pacific, by all accounts, has been a worse war than what's gone on in europe. his pa wrote him to say he ain't heard from al in months, and due to the war department censorship, they ain't even got a clue where he's deployed.
al'd just about kill him, if gene showed up as a ghost. much as anyone can kill somethin' already dead, anyway. that's the reality, now. he may never see his brothers again. ready for it or not, that's a reality he'll have to stare down. it winds him, though he covers it with another careful sip of his coffee. homesickness hits like a truck some days. )
no subject
Sure.
[ he replies without thinking, too. harmless chatter to pass the time. assuming they can go back to where they came from. ]
Over another cup of coffee?
no subject
Sure, Dick. Another cup of coffee. Let's hope the store's got more so's I can replenish my stocks afterwards.