TEST DRIVE MEME #1

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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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Allie Pressman | The Society | OTA

[mayorly]

Bonfire Square

[ Allie isn't entirely convinced that she's dead. She remembers it, dying, but then she ended up here and maybe she could have accepted that this was the afterlife if it didn't feel so familiar. Not the place. That was the one thing about arriving in Beacon that was an unexpected blessing. She'd spent the last six months trying to find a way out of New Ham and had apparently managed to achieve it with very little effort.

The only problem was that she'd exchanged one deserted town, surrounded by dense woods for another. It was something new at least, something different after months of staring at the same faces and the same house lined streets. Here there was nobody looking to her for answers. No decisions to be made or disputes to be settled. She might have been relieved if not for the fact that she was supposedly dead.

If you were to watch her for any length of time, she'd seem far too calm for the situation. Almost unaffected by the notion of death and being brought here. There's a calm that surrounds her that could easily be mistaken as acceptance but an intelligence in her blue eyes as she takes in the people around her that indicates she's far more aware of the situation they're in than her overall demeanor might suggest. ]

Has anyone considered what we're going to do when the General Store runs out of food? [ Those words rising above the crackle of the bonfire as she watches another figure heading for the building in question. ]

And Then They Were Roommates

[ As others move in and out of doorways claiming their rooms, Allie stands framed by another, her arms folded across her chest as she stares at the disaster that is what she assumes, had once been a storage room. There's a mattress stacked on top of another mattress and frame, both pushed against one wall but to get to them you need to pick your way through a maze of bedside tables and dressers that have spare bedding stacked on top of them.

The whole room has that stale smell that she'd always associated with the linen closet in her childhood home. Piles of sheets and comforters that were in desperate need of airing after months, maybe even years of disuse, threatening to tilt and spill all over the floor. ]

You can have the bed with the base if you're willing to help. [ Not even looking over her shoulder at the figure she can feel at her back. ]

Network

UN: newham

Has anything like this happened to anyone else before?

Wildcard

((Come at me with your own scenario or hit me up in PM or on plurk (brooklyn2181) to plot something. As The Society is still fairly new I'll try to keep things as spoiler free as possible.))

bonfire!

[allbarknospite]

[Peter is... actually not all that surprised he's dead. He doesn't need much convincing—going after an insane werewolf tends to have a low survival rate. That isn't to say he's made peace with it, but he's apparently decided that he isn't going to think about it, at least not yet. He's plopped himself down by the bonfire, beer in hand, but he glances up when Allie speaks, and he shrugs.]

If we're dead, does it matter? It's not like we can starve.

[Probably?]

[mayorly]

[ She drags her gaze away from the store to look in Peter's direction, the hint of a wry smile touching her lips as it dips to the bottle in his hand then back up to his face. ]

If we're dead, can we even get drunk anymore?

[ Not quite a joke and but not a challenge either. Some sort of cryptic in between. ]

[allbarknospite]

[He smiles back, though it's a little less open than usual. He tilts the bottle in her direction, like a toast.]

I'll update you in an hour, unless you want to figure it out with me.

[mayorly]

[ It shouldn't be a difficult decision and it's in her eyes, that she wants to. That it's more natural for Allie to be the one who lets everyone else worry about what they're supposed to do next than try to be responsible. Still, there's a flicker of doubt as she stares too long at the bottle. A silent argument being waged behind her blue eyes before the growing tension in her shoulders breaks. ]

I suppose if we are dead... [ - it doesn't matter anymore. ] You got another one of those?

Roommates

[hexas]

[It looks to be a difficult endeavor. Even if they managed to scoot through the maze of furniture to get to the mattresses, there’s the issue of a mountain of linen falling on their heads.

But Sam, programmed to aid as he once was, is not beyond giving help. He peers into the storage area from a few steps behind her.]

I will help you. However, I suggest that we are prepared to have objects fall on us. I believe it will be an inevitability.

[mayorly]

[ Her eyes narrow infinitesimally at his choice of words, Allie finally turning to regard him as they roll through her head. She does seem to consider that, at least for a moment but then shrugs as if she's not too concerned. ]

I could think of worse things. [ The tightness of her smile belying her flippancy. ] Unless there's a brick hidden in there... but I suppose you can't kill what's already dead.

[hexas]

[The look he gives her us polite enough, if plain. A brow lifts by barely perceptible degrees, and he nods.]

Maybe, but this place does not abide by reasonable logic. And we are very susceptible to pain.

[A brick on the head would surely hurt, is his meaning.]

I can go first if you want.

[-he says, already taking a step into the storage area, careful to not bump into a stray dresser with a hip.]

[mayorly]

I wouldn't be surprised if we were susceptible to death as well.

[ A bit of a leap but she seems quite comfortable with that idea as if she's given it some real thought or thinks she has reason to believe as much.

She doesn't protest him going first, looking thoughtful as she trails him beyond the threshold, Allie's eyes narrowed as they skate over the stacks of bedding and numerous pieces of furniture. ]

This is an Inn... think they'd keep a list of their inventory?

bonfire;

[tribridfreakshow]

[Hope is sure that people have definitely thought about it, but want to avoid the topic. Starvation doesn't exactly sound like a good way to go.

Again.

She sighs.]

I'm guessing we'll have to hunt for it or grow it ourselves.

[mayorly]

Know anything about hunting and gathering?

[ Her smile grim as she points out something she knows she's said a dozen times before. The new context in no way lightened the reality. ]

If we don't plan now it's going to get bad fast.

[ Ya know who shouldn't have a real understanding of a thing like that? A teenage girl. ]

[tribridfreakshow]

I'm better at the hunting part.

[It's in her blood. She says it matter-of-factly, because why would she suggest it if she didn't?]

It's going to get bad either way, as soon as anyone starts to feel desperate. We'll need to figure out how to deal with that, too.

[She'll just casually join that group.]

[mayorly]

[ It's surprising enough to earn a thoughtful look from Allie, who really only now decides to look at Hope properly but she doesn't show skepticism or try to make her prove it in some way. It's more quiet consideration before she nods. ]

Good to know.

[ Better one capable person than none, even if she was a teenager like her. ]

It sure is. [ Her expression grim. ] Situations like this rarely bring out the best in people.

[ Shadows crossing her features as she shifts her weight from one foot from the other. ]

You seem pretty calm. [ Casual observation. ]

network; un: kingofwei

[pure_havoc]

brought against my will to another world? yes

dead? no. no matter what the buddhists say.

[mayorly]

Was it like this? An abandoned town and lots of trees?

Do you really believe we're dead?

[pure_havoc]

not even close to this, no.

I am willing to entertain the notion, until and unless an alternate explanation presents itself. harsh though it is.

[mayorly]

What if somebody said something exactly like this has happened before?

Network @noone

[facelessgirl]

[ It takes Arya some time to figure out her device, eyes moon-wide over it and fingers clumsy (she has no learned intuition when it comes to technology), but once she does, she's fascinated; something completely new to explore. ]

i dont understand whats going on. i thought after we died there would be nothing at all.
cant say i mind being wrong.

[mayorly]

[ Her own reply coming with such lightning speed that it would be understandable if Arya were surprised.

Just millennial things. ]

What if you're not wrong? What if we're not really dead?

[facelessgirl]

[ Arya can't comprehend anyone writing anything so fast and it makes her suspicious. She squints at her device for a while and her response comes much slower. She's still figuring this thing out. ]

there's only one way to know for sure i guess.
i dont see anyone falling on their swords, though.

network; @rockstar

[completelycrazy]

You're gonna have to be more specific.

[mayorly]

Arriving in an abandoned town. Dense wood blocking any exits.

Things that shouldn't be possible except they're happening.

network / un: parker

[webshoots]

I hate to be 'that guy', but: 'like this' is pretty broad.

Do you mind narrowing it down?

[mayorly]

I was hoping broad would see less craxy.

I mean exactly this. Being dropped off in an abandoned town that's surrounded by woods and there's no way out.

[webshoots]

See, that manages to sound like the least crazy part of all this.

But to answer the more specific question: no. I’m pretty sure I’ve seen it in a movie though.