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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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All right. You just sit right there.
( he doesn't have much but the k-rations he had on him, but they'll do. he pulls one of them out of his webbing and takes the warm water off the cookstove. it'll do to melt the chocolate into, warm the bones some in this endless night. the meat and crackers are portioned out for each of them, and he gives robin a little tin plate with a selection.
they're army rations, so. you know, flavorless, dry, and not much better than dogfood, but. better than nothing. )
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[It's more of an observation than anything, and Robin bows his head in thanks as he accepts the plate. Meager or not, he's quick to share his thanks.]
Spend long enough in a gutter and there's little you'll turn your nose up to. It says a lot about a person, when they're willing to share a meal with you.
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Ah, it ain't so much as all that. Any soldier would.
( he's seen even the hardest men in the 505th give away their rations to hungry kids and women across the hardest-hit parts of europe. human suffering is universal, and gene likes to think the desire to assuage it some is the same. )
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Still.
[He considers his rations, thankfully drinking the warm liquid from his cup.]
It must've been hard...but I hope you found a sense of accomplishment in your lifetime.
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Weren't so bad as all that. But I like to think that I did my share.
( every life saved made it worth it. even if it had only ever been one, that would've been enough for him to be contented with his number comin' up. a life for a life. you can only beat back death so many times, an' the devil gets his due.
he shrugs a bit, stirring up that chocolate sludge that's accumulated at the bottom of his tin cup. )
What about you, huh? What'd you get up to?
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[Nothing underhanded, either, but goodness or badness isn't really the sort of measurement he's making. This is more about fulfillment.]
I was a servant at the household of a wealthy scientist.
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Sounds like important work to me. I've heard tell that science is gonna put us on the moon, can't argue with that kinda progress, huh?
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Yes, it would be if he had been interested in such research. The boundlessness of human capability really is a remarkable thing.