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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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gimme them trumpet toots
She had no idea how much worse that jolt to her heart would become when she approached him. He had his head turned away from her until the last moment, looking off into the night, and Arya becomes rooted to the spot when he turns. When she sees his face, he looks so much like someone she once knew that Arya's eyes go wide, her carefully composed expression slipping.
She'd been going to ask him a question. Now all she can say is: ]
Father?
[ Yet even as she says it, she somehow knows it isn't true. ]
OOF OUCH WOW
I'm afraid you're mistaken. My name is Boromir, of Gondor.
:DDDD
Of Gondor? [ She's never heard of that place, whether it is holdfast or realm. She composes herself a little and frowns with curiosity. ] I have never heard of this place.
Fuckin Sean Bean can't stop dying on everyone
At least places are a decently neutral topic.]
It is in the southwest, between the country of Mordor and the sea. [It's not all that unusual that she hasn't heard of it, he supposes; he's met quite a few people now who had not.] What land are you from?
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[ Arya had not been the best student at Maester Luwin's table, not as quick to take to the maps as Sansa or Bran, but she would remember a whole country slipping by her notice in her schooling. It's strange to talk to this man who looks so much like her father, but... it's nice, too. She tries not to think overmuch on it. ]
I'm a Stark of Winterfell. In the north of Westeros. [ She inclines her head, but only a little. She sits beside him. ] Arya.
no subject
He inclines his head a similar amount. She must be from a family of some import in her country, to name it like that; he doesn't know what exactly, but he'll err on the side of courtesy.]
Well met, my lady. Though I am sorry that you are here. [He glances out into the darkness again. It's unsettling, how deep it is. Unnatural.] This is a strange fate.
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[ She says it like an instinct before she can even consider letting the simple grace pass. She shrugs to show she doesn't truly care what he calls her. ]
Perhaps if I'd been inclined to be one I wouldn't be here. [ She hopes her sister isn't, at any rate. This doesn't seem the type of place that Sansa would like. But if this is where everyone arrives when they die... ]
Do you know anyone here? Can... do you think people who lived together in life find each other here? [ There's no one else around, so he's as good a person to ask as anyone. ]
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I have yet to see anyone I know. [He'd be lying if he said it weren't a little disappointing. While he had hoped it wouldn't come so soon, there are people he would have liked to see. Best to try and keep up spirits, though.] But I think it must be possible. Why should we be the only ones to come here?
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[ Before coming to the bonfire, Arya had paced the limits of what could be called a village several times. She's still considering what's out in the dark of the woods. If her kin are out there, it will be up to her to find them.
But are they? ]
Who would you know? If you saw them here?
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[He can't deny any of her points. Boromir has searched the length of this place as well. But it is far too early to give up hope.]
Many soldiers under my command fell in the last battle. They would wear the White Tree, as I do. [He taps his forearm, showing her where the Tree of Gondor is upon his vambrace. It would have been on his armor as well, had he died in a battle at home.] And one of my traveling companions was lost barely a month past. He was an old man, called Mithrandir in my land, though the Northerners named him Gandalf.
[There's a pause, before he adds:]
My mother. Though I have not seen her since I was a child.
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