memesinthenight | 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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[ It's the fact that there's a bar that Daryl finds the most impossible to reconcile with the suggestion that he's dead. Sure, he remembers dying - every panicked, gruesome moment of it, the frantic expressions on every face around him as they realized they were next - and his clothes still bear the evidence clearly enough. They don't tell a perfectly obvious story, though. The garrot didn't leave a mark on his clothes, after all.

So he's remembering what it felt like to have his windpipe sawed through by razor wire as he swallows another whiskey down defiantly. If he can swallow then he didn't really die like that, right? He didn't let all his people down like that? He didn't let Carol down so fucking spectacularly? God, her son...

Daryl looks sidelong at the guy who sidles in next to him, eyes narrowed, face dark. He's not exactly trying to look unfriendly. He just is unfriendly. Can you blame him? ]

Is that really what you were expectin'? [ Gruff, disbelieving, but not a complete dismissal. ] Angels an' shit?

[ the one point in daryl's favour right now is that he isn't slapping raylan on the back and telling him to cheer up. raylan would much rather commiserate than fight off people trying to tell him to look on the bright side. there's nothing that stings his teeth more. in any case, he'd take gruff and disbelieving over relentlessly cheery any day – gruff he can work with, even understand. chirpy to the point of irritation, that's the kind of shit that gets old fast.

another point in his favour: he's clearly southern. raylan's not usually the type to judge based on origin, and being from a red state often encourages idiocy rather than precluding it, but honestly, right now, it's just nice to hear a familiar accent.

raylan opens his mouth to reply, pausing for a second to get an order in from one of those weird things behind the bar that he's just deciding to compartmentalise for now and deal with later. he holds up a finger for the guy's benefit, the universal symbol for hold on a second. he waits until he has a whiskey squared on the bartop right in front of him before, waits a second longer to have a sip – it's not bad – and then drops his finger. ]

Well, no. [ bet he's glad he waited for that one. ] But it woulda been nice. Clouds and so on. Imagine that heavenly host would get annoyin' real quick, though. You gotta wonder, how many songs do they know?

[ Daryl hasn't had a cheery day, at least that he can remember, in his entire life, so this predicament hasn't made him any more amiable. He can't say that much like Raylan, it isn't good to hear a familiar accent. He's been missing the sounds of home. Well, some of the sounds.

Daryl isn't exactly talkative, so waiting he doesn't mind. He does it silently, watching the little critters behind the bar go about their business. He's been here long enough that even though it's still unthinkably strange, he isn't goggling anymore. Only marginally weirder than the dead coming back to life, after all. He drinks his beer in big, hurried swallows in the meantime, left with little else to do. ]

What, just floatin' up there on clouds? [ Daryl makes a dismissive noise, sits forward to lean his elbows on the bar again. ] Sounds pretty stupid to me. Can't think that even people that believe in heaven believe in that.

[ He'd known some religious folks, even though he'd never taken to it. Hershel and Beth and Maggie, for starters. They hadn't seemed deluded to him. They'd feared death as much as anyone. But if Daryl is really dead, wouldn't all those who'd died before him be here too? Unless... Well. He'd rather drink than think about it. ]

You had a thing for God an' shit before you got here? [ Daryl has to imagine it would have been pretty disappointing if you'd expected paradise for your deeds and ended up here. ]

No, but.

[ but what? every time anyone's asked him about god and topics similar, he's had some snide answer, god himself being some old man with a long beard sitting on a throne, st peter at the gates, and so on and so forth. ]

Well, you sorta just – live in hope. [ you, like, the global you; like, y'all. not daryl personally, apparently since he thinks raylan's folksy cloud-based heaven imagery is pretty stupid. to be fair to him, it is. ]

I ain't a bible thumper, if that's what you're askin'. Although I've met my fair share of 'em.

TEST DRIVE MEME #1

⤜ you're dead, jim (cw: musing about a gory death)

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