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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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I support you
[She understands well enough. The fire's scary, but she comes closer and takes a careful seat so she can see the horn all the better. A part of her, impulsive, wants to grab it, but the better part of her reminds herself that that's impolite, and she puts her hands in her lap.]
Oh! It makes a pretty sound! I'm sorry that it broke...do you think it can be put back together again?
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[He slots the pieces together again. He's not sure how it would be repaired, but then, he is no craftsman. It seems as though even if you could, the sound would be forever altered.]
I don't know. Perhaps someone could - I would like to think it will be passed to my brother, now. He should have it whole. [He's a little uncertain as to how this works, but it doesn't seem incredibly likely that this is the literal horn, and he and all his belongings simply vanished entirely from under Aragorn's eyes? Boromir has never cared much to ponder the fate of a Man's spirit, but he knows full well how their bodies linger.]
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[Personally, she doesn't know at all how any of this works. But perhaps that's to be expected, given her size.]
What's your brother like? Is he nice?
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Well, thank you, my lady. [He sets the pieces of horn down for the moment, though still close to his side.] He is very nice! His name is Faramir - my younger brother. And I am Boromir, Captain of Gondor.
[He offers her a little nod, a much more formal gesture than is strictly necessary for introducing oneself to a child. Because Boromir likes kids!]
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I'm pleased to make your acquaintance, Captain Boromir! I'm Lady Mary!
[Of...who knows where.]
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It's an honor, Lady Mary. Have you been well since you came here?
[Aaaaand there's really no avoiding the topic of death here, but he's gonna try to brush past it. He mostly wants to know if someone is looking out for the young ones here.]
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[It's, you know. It is what it is. She glances behind her.]
I don't like the dark...or the fire. But everyone says that the fire isn't something I should be afraid of. And...it keeps away the dark.
no subject
[Pretty much all of the people here are unknown quantities, but surely they wouldn't let something happen to a child? He won't, at least.]
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[She absolutely doesn't trust that fire. What if it jumps out and tries to eat her? Nobody knows what fire is capable of!]
Do you think we can be friends, too, Captain Boromir?
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Boromir smiles. "Lord Boromir" is the more correct form of address, but he's not quite so proud as to insist upon it from a dead little girl who doesn't know any better.]
Of course - it would be an honor. Come, sit here a while, and I'll keep watch on the darkness. [He's noticed her glancing off into it. The unnatural thickness of it unnerves him a bit too, and he's used to being out in the wilds proper.]
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[Thrilled, Mary sits back down and scoots close to Boromir's side. How is she supposed to be afraid, at all, while he's there to help?]
Will you tell me about Gondor? Was it a nice, happy home?