memesinthenight | TEST DRIVE MEME #1

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!

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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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[Hope was crushed instantly, leaving only confusion and disappointment in its place. No, looking more closely at the man, he seemed younger and with lighter hair than Lord Stark. The resemblance was still strong, but there were differences he could see now that he couldn't before.

The weight returned to his chest, added now with disappointment and frustration. It was almost like losing his father again, reminding him again that he failed to do anything to save Lord Stark. He knew it wasn't fully his fault, but his heart didn't accept that, irrational as it was.]

Forgive me, I thought you were someone else.

No matter. It would be a boon to see a familiar face here.

[Boromir smiles wanly. He doesn't know how strong the true resemblance is, but he can certainly understand just...wanting to see someone. Not someone who he last saw alive; he dreads that. But surely everyone has lost someone, somebody they might hope would greet them on their passing.]

I am Boromir, Captain of the White Tower of Minas Tirith. [.....] No. That is my brother, now.

It would, but it would mean they are dead. I don't want to think that something might bring them here.

[His father was different, if only because he was already dead. Seeing someone who already passed would be disconcerting, but comforting as well. To not be alone in this darkness, it was something Jon would prefer. Even strangers were better than what he knew of death before.]

I'm Jon Snow, Warden of the North...which belongs to my sister now, I think.

[Boromir snorts. Titles are being handed down left and right, it seems. It's only natural.]

Well met - as much as anyone here can say it. [Like, you seem fine, shame about the death thing. He sizes the man up again for a moment. As far as he's aware, Dale doesn't have a Warden, but he doesn't seem like a Ranger either.] Where in the North?

Winterfell. [It takes a moment for him to remember that others were coming from other realms and worlds, they didn't know Westeros and the straightforward names for the kingdoms. "The North" was a name he was used to, but for the rest, they might not realize it was the name of his realm.] Ah- my kingdom was known as "The North."

I'm from Westeros.

Westeros...I have not heard of it.

[This is the first Boromir is figuring out about different realms and worlds and all that, but at the very least he's starting to come to the conclusion that we need a whole lot more specificity here? There is no kingdom of Men to the North anymore, hasn't been for an age.]

Minas Tirith was my city. It is the capitol of Gondor, in the southern lands of Middle-Earth.

I haven't heard of Gondor either. There were will be a number of lands and kingdoms that are foreign to us.

[So it stood to reason that multiple faces could exist as well. It just happened that the one that would be most painful to him was here. Gods, he had to hope Arya hadn't seen him yet. He could stand his own pain, but not his sister's.]

Tell me of Minas Tirith?

[Boromir looks at him for a moment - it's a painful question, especially now. But he nods.]

It sits at the foot of Mindolluin, the last of the White Mountains. They call it the White City, for it is built all of the same white stone. When the sun shines, the whole city gleams like pearls and silver.

[There's a lot of other things he could say: how it faces Mordor, and the wind carries a foul shadow. How the city is the last thing protecting Gondor and those beyond, and how close the Enemy's forces were to their gates even when he left.

The sun shining has become rarer.]

TEST DRIVE MEME #1

Technically he's not, but he doesn't know that he's not a bastard

well fuck, him being a bastard was the only thing I DID know about him

Tbf, very few people know he's not a bastard

I googled him and that made it worse

Right?

there's just so much incest all of the time?

Unknowing incest on his end, but not with this canon point

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