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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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?

[allbarknospite]

[Peter watches her little internal battle play across her face, and he wonders if she's fighting against a sense of responsibility or something. Still, she does decide to join him, so he doesn't question it. He just picks up a new bottle from the ground beside him and offers it to her.]

I'm Peter.

[mayorly]

[ With a nod of thanks she takes the bottle, pulling her sleeve down to protect her hand as she unscrews the top and that hint of a grin returns as he offers a name. Something so stupidly small holding more meaning than he could begin to fathom. ]

Allie. [ Raising her bottle just as he had done before. ] Is there an appropriate toast for something like this?

[allbarknospite]

[Peter tilts his head back, considering that. Is there? Probably not.]

Here's to... The afterlife not sucking as much as it could have.

[Nailed it.]

[mayorly]

[ Allie makes a show of weighing its merit before clinking her bottle to his. ]

I can get behind that. [ More of the tension in her body unraveling as she takes a drink. ] And the beer doesn't suck either.

[allbarknospite]

[That actually gets him to laugh a little.]

That's because I've already gone through the bottle that tasted like shit.

[mayorly]

[ Her own laughter echoing his. ]

Well, thanks for taking one for the team.

[allbarknospite]

Anything to help.

[His entire life has kind of become taking one for the team for the past few months, he realizes. Whatever.]

Where are you from?

[mayorly]

[ She shouldn't be stumped by that question but her answering huff of laughter suggests the answer is far more complicated than you might expect. ]

That's a... good question. [ The slightest grimace touching her lips. ] Connecticut. Originally.

After that? I was still trying to figure that out when I - ya know. [ Her hand waving around to indicate this place. Dying. Whatever this is. ]

[allbarknospite]

[It's okay—Peter's little smile is proof that he can relate.]

Sounds complicated. How were you trying to figure it out?

[mayorly]

Badly. [ That answering smile suggesting she knows that's not an answer. ]

Do you believe in alternate universes? [ A beat. ] I'm not a crazy person, I swear.

[allbarknospite]

Uh...

[He hesitates for a second, weighing how to respond.]

I've never thought about it.

[mayorly]

Neither had I. [ Raising her eyebrows as she takes another pull from the bottle. ]

This isn't the first time something like this has happened. [ Allie stealing a quick look in Peter's direction as she tries to decide if he believes her or not. ]

[allbarknospite]

[He squints at her, not entirely disbelieving, but a little suspicious.]

What? You mean this?

[Peter sweeps a hand around them, as though somehow that indicates the whole "we're totally dead and trapped in what seems like some kid's nightmare" thing.]

[mayorly]

[ She stares for a long moment, weighing the pros and cons of seeing this subject through before raising her eyebrows. ]

That so hard to believe?

[allbarknospite]

I guess that depends. Are you telling me you died more than once?

[mayorly]

No. [ Her brow furrowing. ] I didn't think, so.

[ Taking another pull of her beer before adding; ]

I'm not entirely convinced we've died at all.

[allbarknospite]

[Peter's about to take another sip of his beer, but he lowers it at that.]

Huh. I'm listening.

[mayorly]

[ She takes a moment to gather her thoughts, staring at the beer in her hand before trying to articulate something that hasn't fully formed in her mind. ]

Before I was here, I was home - but not the home I grew up in. It all looked the same only, everyone had disappeared and when we tried to leave? Every exit to town was blocked off by dense woods. [ Her eyebrows raise at that. ] Sound familiar?

[allbarknospite]

[He frowns at that.]

This doesn't look like the town I was in, but I get where you're going.

[He's not dismissing it, anyway.]

[mayorly]

Unless I died, twice? [ She shakes her head, her beer lingering at her lips. ] I just don't think everything is at it seems.

[ Not that it changes anything. They're still stuck here but she prefers the idea that the death she remembers, might not be as real as it feels. ]

So what was it like? The town you were in?

[allbarknospite]

It was a little town in Pennsylvania. Hemlock Grove. The whole place was pretty much run by one family. It's the type of place where everyone is in everyone else's business.

[Also, most of the people there were assholes, but that's not really relevant.]

What about the one you're from?