memesinthenight | 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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I'm too cool for a pointy hat. I'd give the cowboy hat a try, though.

[ raylan tongues the inside of his cheek for a second, eyes narrowed a little suspiciously for a second before his face evens out. fine!!!! ]

Can if you want to. One time offer.

[Her face lights up at that.]

Seriously?

Sure. Why not.

[ he plucks it off his head with his fingers splayed around the crown and hands it off. he's not that attached that he doesn't mind people giving it a try; where he draws the line is people taking it off without his permission. there are certain things you just don't do, and getting between a man and his hat is one of them. ]

Don't jam it down over your ears, now. You'd only look frightened a gust of wind was gonna blow it off. Ain't a good look.

[Kyna doesn't jam it down over her ears, but it's so big on her that it slides down over them, anyway. She looks like a little kid wearing an adult's hat, but does she care? No.]

Do I look cooler than you?

[ it's kind of funny. he bites back a grin, settling for an expression he hopes is a little more measured. ] I'd imagine so. But I wouldn't call me if you're lookin' to measure coolness. [ is that even a thing people say. coolness. ]

Anyway – you had a magic show for me? Don't tell me you chickened out.

[She huffs, clearly insulted.]

Of course I didn't. What do you wanna see?

Well, I don't know what you're capable of, there. Ain't you got a routine planned out? Tight five?

Dude, what? Is that a sex thing?

[ a look of abject exhaustion passes over his face and he shuts his eyes for a full second. ]

Like a stand-up comedy routine. You're really tryin' to buy time, here, kiddo. Plain as the hat on your head.

[Kyna bursts out laughing at the look on his face. Mission accomplished.]

Okay. Watch closely.

[She waves her hand, and the hat sweeps off of her head and plops back onto his.]

[ well. that sure. was a thing. that.

happened.

just now.

right in front of him.

the evidence is all there – the fancy handwave, the hat no longer dwarfing her like a kid doing fancy dress, the gentle weight of it on his own head again, but it's like his brain won't catch up, like there's a logical step he's missing. he really is the missing link.

he sucks in a breath like he's about to speak, mouth open and everything, and then thinks better of it for a second. she can't have moved that fast but the other option is just plain stupid. ]

—well. [ he sounds, feels, looks, probably even smells mollified. ] Well, okay then. Well.

[ well!!!!! well!!!!!!!!!!! ]

[She is absolutely wearing a shit eating grin.]

Well?

[ he lifts a hand up to adjust the way his hat has settled, but also to make sure it's actually there. yep, it is. ]

Mhm. Well.

[ he should probably say something else. ]

Where'd you learn a thing like that?

[She hesitates for a split second too long.]

My dad at first. Mostly I taught myself.

[ raylan catches the hesitation, but kyna has been in good spirits so far and good spirits are always good company, so he doesn't want to push at it. he'd want the same kind of treatment, anyway. ]

All I got is — [ he digs around in his pocket for a second and leans close to do that trick, where you pretend to pull a coin from someone's ear. the coin in question is a US marshals silver dollar, the last one knocking around in his pocket, but he figures he probably won't need it. not like it spends. ] Abracadabra alakazam, [ he says flatly. it's not exactly magicking a hat a foot through thin air, but at least his trick involves a prize. he offers it to her. ]

[Of course it's just a sleight of hand trick, but Kyna looks delighted all the same. She takes the coin, turning it over in her hand.]

US Marshal, huh?

[She turns the coin around, holding it up so that the side with the man is facing him.]

He totally looks like you.

Yup.

[ he leans closer to give the guy a proper look, eyes narrowed. ]

Y'know, I'm always wonderin' if I should grow a moustache.

Nope. You look better without it.

[Which is clearly a fair thing to say when she's never seen him with one.]

So, are you gonna arrest people here?

[ raylan's lips tip down at the corners, like, well alright then. maybe he'll consider it again a year from now. ]

You know, I ain't decided. Don't think people would be all that thrilled if I showed up and started layin' down my laws, though. Not sure my authority extends to the afterlife.

Yeah, probably not, but it would give you something to do I guess.

[She lifts her drink.]

I totally didn't pay for this.

Didn't pay for mine either. Guess we're both gettin' tossed in the pokey.

[ that's a thought, though. ]

You think they're gonna keep lettin' us just take shit from here? Eventually someone's gonna start hoardin', askin' to trade. And then, whaddaya know, capitalism.

Dude, if I have to pay for things after I'm dead, that's bullshit. And what the hell is a pokey?

[ raylan's learning very quickly that sometimes kyna just says a bunch of things at once and he's supposed to just accept it. like boyd, only less annoyingly verbose and also a head shorter. ]

You know. Jail.

Oh. What year did you say you were from again?

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