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

[ultimatums]

[ raylan purses his lips as he looks at five disparagingly. no rest for the tiny, apparently. ]

Think it comes as a package deal. You got a lot to learn about bar etiquette.

[ if a man in a cowboy hat cannot monologue about his youth then what purpose does he or the hat even have. raylan's trying not to be, but honestly, he's stung. captain citrus is not an anecdote for just anyone. ]

[fogey]

[ people didn't feel half so inclined to talk to him when he looked his actual age. granted, most of that time he was either (1) alone in an apocalyptic wasteland or (2) an assassin, but you know. on principle. people invite themselves into conversations with kids so much more. ]

Got a lot to learn, or just don't care? I'll let you decide.

[ultimatums]

Well, if I get to decide, I'll go with the former. [ what is up with this kid. what happened to him. what horrors has he seen.

out of pure spite, raylan's not going to shut up. this is the way he exists most days anyway, so talking under threat of having his head smashed into the bar by a child is not especially new. raylan has found that a lot of people would very much love it if he shut up, weirdly. he thinks he's pretty funny. ] First off, when someone gets you a drink, you say thank you.

[fogey]

[ raylan, do you really want to know what horrors he's seen. do you.

blandly, ]

If you're trying to talk me to death, I'll remind you that someone already beat you to it.

[ super appropriate comments for 100, alex. also: "someone," like he really has anyone else to blame but himself. ]

[ultimatums]

[ MAYBE SO. ]

That didn't sound like a thank you to me.

[ that being said: ]

Can't imagine why anyone would want you dead, charmin' as you are.

[fogey]

No? Good. I'd hate for you to get the wrong impression.

[ he says, and smiles. what a shithead, honestly. ]

Yeah, well, I contain multitudes. [ then he nods towards raylan and says, ] Let me guess. Someone got tired of hearing your voice?

[ultimatums]

[ maybe that wasn't uncalled for, but raylan's still willing his expression into a stinkface. how rude! ]

No. I was in a firefight.

[ he clamps down on something snide for like, a full second, which is pretty impressive considering his usual record. ]

What about you, suffocated at the bottom of a ball pit? Crushed at a Wiggles concert?

[fogey]

Huh.

[ on the bright side, five doesn't comment any further on that....at least for now. (the jabs about being a lousy shot, though, they're sure coming eventually.)

he rolls his eyes, and for some reason, actually decides to answer honestly. maybe it's the bourbon. ]

Trying to save the world, actually. [ then, lower, ] Christ knows if I succeeded.

[ but he doesn't dwell on that thought. can't dwell on that thought. his siblings have all the help he could give them, and that has to be enough. ]

Exciting enough for you?

[ultimatums]

[ somehow raylan feels like he just dodged a bullet. that could have gone so much worse, but maybe the bourbon is finally doing its work on him. raylan leans over to the bar again and asks for two more glasses. ]

Well, sure. I like a good save-the-world story as much as the next guy. Guess they moved on up from trainin' drillers to be astronauts, now they want, what, eighth graders?

[fogey]

[ a withering look. ]

They nothing. Nobody asked me to. Though they would've, if they'd known what was coming.

[ he'd say it doesn't matter what they want but that's not quite true, is it? what they want is to live, of course, and that's what he tried to give them. nobody wants the end of the world, besides the commission and, apparently, harold jenkins.

he also lets the age crack pass, for now. ]

[ultimatums]

[ if raylan was aware he wasn't getting free passes on these age jokes, he definitely would still be making them, just – only the really good ones. the gutbusters. ]

Martyr complex, [ he observes, wisely, as if he doesn't have a very similar problem. ] I was about to say that'll get you into shit someday, but clearly it already has.

[fogey]

[ the funny thing is that this thought has clearly not occurred to five in literally all fifty-eight years of his life, and he looks exactly as affronted as you'd expect at the assessment. like, screw you?? you don't know his life!! ]

I don't have any complexes, asshole.

[ he enunciates carefully, the way some people do when they're trying not to get angry. "some people" not being five, of course, who's blown right past that into anger. ]

[ultimatums]

Woah, alright. [ he holds up his hands, eyebrows cranked straight up. touched a nerve, maybe? although, all he's been doing so far has been touching nerves, but apparently this is a pretty juicy one. ] I take it back. Least complex person I've met. I've met more complex potatoes.

[fogey]

Jesus Christ.

[ SHAKING HIS HEAD. luckily, this is the time some forest spirit chooses to set down the two glasses raylan ordered. five snatches one, gulps it down, and then.....he's definitely going to be reaching for the other, whether or not it's already in raylan's hands.

tax for the smartass comments. ]

[ultimatums]

Nuh-uh. [ raylan swipes the glass first – he can't trace everything back to how fast he is on a quickdraw, but snatching the glass before he can get his hands on it definitely has something to do with that – and holds it aloft, just out of five's reach. ] What's the magic word, there, half-pint?

rereads the faq six times, prays this is kosher

[fogey]

[ five gives raylan a long, hard glare, arm still outstretched for a second there. from the look on his face, it's pretty clear he's not planning on saying please.

instead, after a beat, he spits, ]

Fine.

[ and -- reality seems to ripple around him, and he vanishes. for about three seconds. and then he reappears in the same way, a bottle in hand, and pours his own refill. take that!! or something. ]

1/4 hold onto your hat

[ultimatums]

[ ... ]

[ultimatums]

[ .......... ]

[ultimatums]

[ ............................. ]

IM DONE

[ultimatums]

Can't hack this shit.

LAUGHS

[fogey]

Refill?

[ he asks, holding up the bottle like the smug little shit he is. ]

[ultimatums]

[ this might as well happen.

still, bygones very much not being bygones, raylan's a little reluctant to hold out his glass for the refill being offered, since he very much expects five to hold off on it. he has a conservative sip of his drink instead. ]

I'm just gonna pretend that didn't happen. Better for all of us if I don't try to comprehend it.

[fogey]

[ it'd be a lie to say five isn't self-satisfied as he sets the bottle down. he shrugs, very much like suit yourself, takes another swig himself. ]

You've never seen superhuman powers before?

[ultimatums]

Obviously I ain't.

[ now this kid has this on him too. this whole place seems custom-built to make raylan look very stupid. ]

Not before I got here.

[fogey]

Hmm.

[ takes a sip. ]

Not one person? That sounds boring.