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!

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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.

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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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[There are a lot of people standing around and staring. This is nothing new. Rosinante intends to pass this one by like most others on his way toward - well, who knows where. Elsewhere. Into the darkness, to see what it holds.

But he pauses at the voice, which seems aimed at nobody in particular, he thinks. It's unnerving in a way he can't put a finger on. There is a big, bright fire right there so how can she see nothing?

From behind, where he had intended to keep walking past, he comes forward instead to her right side and peers down at her - for she only comes up to his hip. He hasn't set the lantern down yet. He might still just walk off.]

You all right?

[ At close to 6 foot, she is not used to being towered over, certainly not to such a degree – if she had not died, if there was not still blood hidden among all the red of her dress, this would perhaps be the most startling thing she has seen today. ]

No.

[ Why lie? The Lord of Light values honesty, even if he did not keep his promise of salvation. That said, at least, she had a taste of it, at least she was raised high. She is making assumptions of his face paint – it looks almost like tattoos, in the fire light. Slaves in Volantis are frequently scarred in such a fashion. ]

I suppose none of us are anymore. Have you ever seen things in the fires? The shape of a future to come?

Can't say I've looked for anything like that. Just looks like fire to me.

[So, a superstitious type, then. She's not talking about being blinded. Well - that's kind of a relief. There are a couple doctors, or at least medics, around but they might find sudden blindness kind of hard to fix.

He doesn't normally care much for mystics and oracles. Religion as a whole is something he tends to give a pass on. Call it a relic of his upbringing. Usually those who claim to receive messages from gods, or worse, who claim to be gods, are just trying to take advantage of the gullible and unfortunate. But his distaste doesn't come through in his voice. Fine, he'll ask. He'll pretend to be curious. Never know what you might find out.]

You usually see things like that? The future?

The future. The past. The present.

[ Religion has been... all she has known, really, growing up, all the non-painful things at least, and she considers it her salvation – and clearly, then, it must be everyone else's. Not that this route seems to have lead her where she had hoped it would.

Really, this is more or less the opposite of the place she had wanted to go. She thinks she should be thankful – after all, there is light. There is fire. She has a lantern. These are not to be dismissed. ]

You are quite short, for a giant. [ Even she isn't sure where this comes from. She's seen giants, though, on mammoths, and they'd seemed somehow taller, and it's a better thing to focus on than being forsaken. ]

[He ducks his head a little in a laugh as the comment catches him off-guard. A giant? Well yeah, they're tons taller. Over a hundred feet tall, some of the stuff he's read says, but he's never been to Elbaf and giants aren't part of everyday life otherwise. Sure, there are a few here and there, but they keep to themselves. The ones who don't, well, they're trouble.]

That's 'cause I'm not a giant. Just human. A little taller than some, but not by much.

[He wasn't even one of the tallest of Doflamingo's executives. It always seemed the closer you get to the Grand Line, the taller people got. Normal enough in his experience.]

[ Giants, in her world, reach only about fourteen feet – the idea of something as tall as the Wall speaking and walking and... doing other humanoid things, is, frankly, one that would terrify even her. ]

Taller than anyone I have seen.

[ Good God, what did they feed him? ]

Is it paint or tattoos?

[Amused, he just shrugs at that first comment. It's fine. There are lots of little islands where the average height is closer to somewhere around six feet tall. Maybe she just hasn't gotten out much - hasn't seen enough of the world, just fantasized about visions.]

Makeup. Yeah, paint. I need to find a place to wash up.

[And while he's not in a huge hurry, he's eager to do so. Corazón, that role he had to play, is definitely dead. Time to figure out who he is all over again.]

The lake isn't far. It might be easier to remove with some aid.

[ Aid she is willing to provide – fun fact, she is not from a world where mirrors are commonplace, she doesn't think there are any of the rare, expensive polished plates of bronze or silver available. Most she ever wears is a dye for the lips, and even that is difficult to remove without a visual aid.

Especially in permanent darkness. ]

The lake? I heard people died, going in there. A stream might be better. Fresher.

[Which is not at all his actual reasoning, but he's used to faking the explanation for why he doesn't want anything to do with standing water. Nobody needs to know it's crippling.]

There's also an inn over that way. They might even have soap. Don't worry, I'll figure it out, but thanks for the offer.

You believe people can still die?

[ It is a strange thing to sound hopeful about, but she is. Perhaps this is but a station on her way to the Hall of Light, somewhere she may redeem herself in the eye of her god. A place from which she might return, to finish her mission.

Beside that, she still sighs at the mention of soap. ]

Soap. By R'hllor, these things shouldn't be as scarce as they are in Westeros.

I've been told so by someone who's been here a while. I'm still breathing. I burned myself earlier and it hurt. I feel alive enough.

[But sure, he could have been lied to. The rest could all be an illusion. He just doesn't really want to test it, not when he's so glad to be something like alive.]

Westeros, that's where you're from? I haven't heard of that one yet. Most people keep talking about some place called Earth.

[ Alive enough, she can take comfort in. She doesn't wish to ask for more, doesn't wish for more answers. This is too comforting not to cling to. ]

No. Westeros is the land I died in. I come from the land across the Narrow Sea, Essos. Asshai-by-the-Shadow. Earth no one has called it.

[ Was she born in Asshai? No. Has Asshai claimed her blood and bones and skin all the same? Yes. ]

What of you? I thought for a moment it could be Volantis, for I thought your paint was a more permanent thing.

[ Even by Essosi standards, he dresses... wild. ]

Don't know any of those places either. I come from the North Blue. My world's divided up into a bunch of oceans and that's the one I was born in.

[He was not, in fact, but he's from it all the same, in a way. To admit where he is actually from is to invoke fear and horror and hatred in his world, but he became who he is now in that sea and he gives it credit for changing him.]

Tell me about your Essos. Why did you leave?

Essos... It is a large land, larger than the other one I knew, but likely not as large as your oceans.

[ There are too many different places to it, and she doesn't want to speak of Slaver's Bay, or Braavos, or Volantis. ]

Asshai is the city I lived for most of my life. It is not the only Temple I stayed with, but it is there where I truly learned to appreciate fire. You see, Asshai is cast in shadow, but for the hour of noon. The water in its canals is as black as night, and animals and children perish if they are brought in. It has gold, but it is cursed, it could house many thousands of people, but most all of it is empty. It is a magical place, a powerful grounds, but when I saw that the saviour of the world resides in Westeros, it did not trouble me to leave.

[ She crooks her head. ] The sea was... different, shall we say. You said you were born in it, though. A sailor?

[That's a pretty vivid description. He can see it in his mind, and to him there's no wonder it's mostly empty and difficult to live in. Dark but for one hour? Few would live in such a place by choice. He has lots of questions, but he'll answer hers first out of courtesy.]

A sailor, yeah. Though lots of us are. Most of the islands in the seas are tiny, so unless you like living in one village all your life, you learn to sail. So we introduce ourselves by the ocean we come from, not the individual island, unless you come from one of the few bigger kingdoms. I get the feeling a lot of people here have spent a lot more time on land than I have.

I certainly did. Asshai lies by the Jade Sea, I used to love watching the ships come in, but I was a woman grown by the time I boarded one again.

[ And there is a lot of time in between, when she had learned the arts of shadowbinding, of blood magic, and had little else on her mind but darkness. After, she had given herself wholly to scripture, even though it was the Temple who'd made her what she was to begin with. ]

It must be strange to be so far from the sea now, if it most of what you have known. Have you ever seen a kraken? Or a leviathan? Forgive me if I ask too many questions.

No, it's fine. I don't mind.

[It helps that the questions are things he's happy to talk about. The sea is treacherous, but it's also the path to freedom. He's spent so much time in some parts of it that he feels he knows it well - the sort of familiarity he doesn't even share with most people.]

We call them Sea Kings. Enormous monsters, right? Big enough to eat a ship, or a whale. Yeah, I've seen one. Had to pass through their territories more than once with a ship and it's always something you try to outrun, because if you stay and fight, you're dead. Usually if you see one at all, it's already too late for you. We got lucky, that's all. There were two close to each other, not that we knew that at first, but they ended up fighting each other and we rode the waves north.

[With a snapped mast, two of his men gone and left to the sea, himself bleeding from where that razor-sharp tail had whipped past him and left a deep gash in his side. He's had too many close calls with death.]

[ He is pleasant to listen to, and besides, she has not had much time for stories in recent years. Hasn't had much time for stories in most all her life, unless one counts scripture, which she does not. ]

Sometimes luck is all one can ask for. I have only seen creatures like these in paintings or on tapestries, or in bits and pieces at the Temple.

[ Waste not, want not, and so much alchemy relies on rare ingredients. ]

Be glad that's all you've seen, then. I guess we're probably all right here, though who knows what's in that lake.

[Nothing. Right? Lakes aren't big enough for the Sea Kings. The worst they'll likely see is a crocodile. Maybe they're still not far from the sea, though. It's hard to know in all this darkness. He doesn't smell sea breeze, doesn't hear waves, and the buildings, though worn, don't seem salt-corroded. But sometimes, lakes have a stream at the low end that heads seaward and that's where he'll go once he figures out how to get his hands on a boat.]

On your one trip over the water, what did you think of it? What kind of ship were you on?

It was exciting, though my God is one of fire and not given to the seas, and I knew nothing of ships, safe for it being a large vessel.

[ She tilts her head. ] I have spent more time on ships since. The last one was the king's own, a war galley. I believe I was the only person to enjoy the journey, but then, the cold does not touch me.

[ That being said, now she's worried of something otherworldly and betentacled in the lake, which, considering the horrors she's birthed, should not really concern her that much. The devil you know, and all that. ]

You must miss the sea already, if you are so close to it.

A little. I'm thinking I want to get out on that lake, though, once I figure out exactly how. You feel the wind coming off the water? It's big enough to make weather, and I don't mind sailing in the dark.

[May as well spread word around. He doesn't really want to sail with these people. He's used to traveling alone and while he doesn't trust any of them yet to watch his back, it's safer to have more than one on board in any journey. But he's got to figure out how to get a boat, first, and that won't be easy.]

Well, if you follow a god of fire, maybe you're in good hands here. That's just about the one thing we know we have.

A risk, until you know what lies inside.

[ But then, it's for him to decide, and it sounds adventurous enough. It can't be said that she sounds opposed, merely intrigued. ]

No, this is not a holy place. Things will not burn here, and how else can they be cleansed? The Hall R'hllor resides in is one of Light, not pure darkness. I am not rejecting the gift [ she gestures to the lantern, the bonfire ] but if it is purely God's doing, I cannot say.

[He shrugs. It's a risk he'll take, because how else will anyone find out what's out there? He's survived all kinds of monsters; battled large numbers of pirates with their guns and their cutlasses. There are few things he has much confidence in himself in, but sailing and handling the challenges of unknown waters is one of them.

Religion, however? Not his area of expertise. What exactly was all that she just said?]

Huh, well, you would know more than I do. And you said you were following some sort of savior to your... Westeros?

[What kind of religion is this where burning is cleansing? Sure, he kind of gets where that can come from, but blame being nearly burned to death as a child for his skepticism. His question sounds neutral enough, even open-minded, and he accepts that other worlds are different from his own, but there is just the smallest bit of concern underneath the calm demeanor.]

Not quite. I saw the saviour in my flames, and I crossed the sea to meet him, in Westeros, the land of the seven kingdoms, the Wall, and... what lurks beyond. He did not believe me at first, but the Lord of Light does more than listen.

[ She sounds eerily cheerful about the entire thing, as if she is talking of something most people would aspire or experience in their own life. ]

Even a man as godless as he was at first came to see the truth.

[ There's a moment's pause. ]

What do you believe in?

[Well he's certainly not going to just state his godlessness outright after that comment, is he? As if nonbelief made someone by default untrustworthy or somehow otherwise flawed. Lesser. All kinds of things about her demeanor on these topics are pinging him right now as untrustworthy, and yet she's the one claiming to follow a deity.

Apparently untroubled, though, he shrugs.]

Humanity, I suppose. There's a spirit to people that I find pretty powerful. We can do anything we set our minds to - good or bad, but I'd like to think most people prefer to cooperate when possible. It ends up being self-correcting.

[In reality he is not in the slightest bit that optimistic, but it's not really a lie. He believes in humanity and love and good, in justice and peace. It's damn hard work keeping that faith sometimes, though.]

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