TEST DRIVE MEME #1

[inthenightmods]

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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Comments

[facelessgirl]

[ She'd expected as much, with the number of people milling about in the tavern-like area downstairs and all those she'd left still gathered around the bonfire outside. This seems to be the only place with beds around, and most of the people she's seen don't exactly look rugged. It's not like she's not used to sharing space, and when she was on the road with the brotherhood they'd often shared single rooms and ended up practically all on top of one another.

But that was a long time ago, and Arya is less inclined to allow others to share her space now. She's not that little mouse anymore. She considers the truth of what this guy is saying and shrugs, looking unshaken. ]

Depends on the company. Do you not have to share? [ She returns the line of questioning, leaning one shoulder on the doorjamb, not really opening the door any farther but not closing it either. ] Sounds like you're the lucky one to me.

[ultimatums]

[ if she's relaxed a little, then raylan will too. he clears his throat and adjusts his hat a little so it's not casting such a dark shadow over his face. ]

I'm tryin' real hard to avoid it. Harder than you'd think. Been gettin' a lot of pretty pleases with sugar on top. And I don't have nobody likely to be askin' me where my momma is, neither. [ that's half a question – it's not that he wants to know where her parents are, just that he's acknowledging it'll be harder for her to wheedle her way out of roommates, if there's someone with a particularly parental bent hammering on her door. ]

[facelessgirl]

[ She's fine with how this has de-escalated, but she makes sure that when she crosses her arms across her body for comfort, to feign that she's at ease, she leaves a hand near the Valyrian dagger. Just in case the conversation turns.

But she squints for a second after he finishes, confused at first about what he's asking, or what he's asking by pointedly not asking. It takes another second. Then she understands. ]

My mother? [ She snorts softly. Shrugs. Looks away. ] Well. If we're dead, somewhere around here, I suppose.

[ She manages to swallow the feeling down, the sharp surge of emotion as she remembers the stories told about her mother in a quick flash: throat cut to the bone and body thrown in the river - the sight of her brother's mangled body ahorse, Grey Wind's head nailed atop the monstrosity - another flash where she remembers stabbing the man responsible and then later wiping out the rest of them root and stem - but not quite in time to keep a pang of pain from crossing her face. She'd meant to sound flippant, but it's distressing that she hasn't run into any of her family in this place yet. Shouldn't they be waiting for her here, in whatever afterlife this is? ]

Have you found anyone yet that you know should be here?

[ultimatums]

[ mooooved to the intro log! ]