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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Comments

[jigsawn]

( if he's going with the logic of finder's keepers, then billy has more claim to the room than he does. sorry to say, but he has no interest in sharing the same space as anyone else. he likes his privacy. it keeps him relaxed. )

Not looking for one. ( straightforward enough, but he is going to keep the hostility at bay. for now. )

[antipsychotic]

Must be your lucky day, because you found one.

[There’s one bed, but he can take the floor. He’s managed under worse conditions as a soldier. Dex finds the cleanest looking spot across the room and sets down his jacket to mark his space. He’s not looking for trouble, just sleep, but he notices a shard of broken glass that he can use to defend himself if necessary.

He considers saying something else but he knows navigating social situations isn’t his strong suit and doesn’t want to fuck things up by failing at it.]

[jigsawn]

Don't want one. Find a different room.

( he hasn't moved from his spot, but he has his eyes keenly on the guy.

can't say he's in a very generous mood right now, so if he is looking for a fight, he is going to get one. )

[antipsychotic]

[That wasn’t very welcoming, but he’s not expecting to be welcomed and invited in anyway so he ignores it and sits down to show he’s not going anywhere. His hand reaches for the shard of glass as he smiles over at his new roommate.]

Can we have this conversation in the AM? Otherwise I don’t think it’ll end well for you. I’m FBI. [Ex-FBI but whose counting.] Take off that mask and let’s talk about this like men.

[jigsawn]

If you hadn't noticed, the same laws back home don't apply here.

( in fact, as far as he is concerned, there aren't any rules governing them in this town. he doesn't know if people can die again here either. guess it can't hurt to find out now. a blade slides out from within his sleeve, his fingers curling around it.

the room is as dark as the rest of the place, but he still keeps it hidden from view. just in case. )

Leave. ( final warning. he can be stubborn if he wants, but he won't be getting any sleep tonight. not without a knife at his throat anyway. )

[antipsychotic]

[Honestly he’s coming off the tail end of a not so great episode, and he’s been feeling less like the consequences of his actions matter, so rules or not this guy is rubbing him the wrong way and he might do better as the only occupant in the room.]

Good to know.

[Dex flings the glass shard, pointed end first, right at the man’s throat, but it seems like the poor visibility doesn’t work in his favor. It connects but the glass only manages to graze skin rather than penetrate into any deep tissue. Unfortunate, but salvageable.

He gets to his feet, approaching the guy to handle things the old fashioned way.]