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

[rehabbed]

[ British chick. Jesse has never really met a British person before. He stares at her for a long, unreadable moment. He'd think it weird as hell to be speaking to a British chick dressed in leather armour, but... Well. He's dead. In Hell, he can only assume, because where else would monsters like him go? The thought is both too surreal to fathom and strangely comforting, despite all the silent simmering rage that he'll never get to kill Mr. White himself burning a hole inside him. Comforting because it's all finally over. He's finally free. Except there's no comfort in knowing Mr. White is still alive.

Can he teach her to use this thing, though? Seems, for a second, that Jesse doesn't comprehend her question — he remains staring for another half a beat. But then, he turns his attention down to the tablet in his hand. ]

Still tryna figure it out myself. It's not much different to one of them iPhones, 'cept... I mean, at least you can actually Google shit on an iPhone.

[facelessgirl]

[ Arya isn't unacquainted with what it feels like to be stared at, but it doesn't put her in any better of a mood. Is this guy stupid, or just scattered as she'd been until she'd forced herself to get her head on straight? While she'd died with relative acceptance after weeks of starving and days of knowing her death was coming, whatever happened to him seems to have left its mark on this man. Even if she can't see it.

When he finally speaks though, she just blinks back at him, mystified by what he's said. Looking just as lost as she'd just thought he was. ]

Not much different than what?

[ Arya has never seen anything like these devices and can't imagine something else coming close. She comes around the front of the log bench and has to move Needle out of the way to sit down beside him. She doesn't sit too close and immediately lays her own device in her lap. ]

Show me what you mean when you say the words. [ Because it's the only way to learn. ]

[rehabbed]

[ Looking back up at the chick, Jesse watches her round the bench and his eyes drop to that sword harnessed to her side that she shifts aside to be able to sit down. He remains peering at it, a little curiously mystified in spite of himself, as she's settling her tablet on her lap. She's joined the blue glow of his lantern down by his feet — the lantern itself is nothing fancy, but within it is a tall, unwavering blue flame, like a butane lighter or Bunsen burner. The flame smothers a cool blue glow over everything immediately around the lantern. And now the girl is seated beside Jesse, he takes a moment to glance over those weird medieval clothes of hers again, now bathed in a blue glow, before he's looking back up to her at her remark. Show her what he means when he says the words? ]

...Y'know iPhones, right? ...Apple? [ His tone is trailing off, though — he's beginning to realise maybe her clothes aren't just weird fancy dress. Her accent, her sword, her seeming genuine cluelessness despite how hard and direct she comes across... ] ...Computers?

[facelessgirl]

[ Jesse's lamp is just as curious to her as their devices are, and Arya blinks at that too, looking at it for long enough to give away her confusion and surprise. She's never seen anything like that steady blue fire, and in Braavos she'd passed plenty of red priests at their fires - she'd seen strange things done with it, beasts built from it, ladders made of it. So Jesse's fire is strange, she decides, but not impossible. So much of this place is unlike anything she knows that she's almost getting used to the string of discoveries. She's almost looking forward to the next oddity that will no doubt cross her path.

But she wants to figure this one out first, and she definitely does not know iPhones, or... wait. ]

Apples? Yes, I know apples.

[ But it's clear from the look on her face that Arya doesn't see why apples could possibly be relevant. She also definitely doesn't know the word he follows it with and her mouth sets hard. ]

Are you being confusing on purpose? [ She narrows her eyes at him, her frown cooling her curiosity. She doesn't like being teased. ]

[rehabbed]

[ Jesse watches that narrowed look pierced on him, sharp and serious. It makes no sense she would be from some other time... except perhaps it makes perfect sense. Why would Hell — if this is indeed Hell, which Jesse can only assume it is — only welcome people from Jesse's time? Why would Hell follow time at all? Death is endless, right? Timeless? Still — a long dumbfounded moment passes between her last remark and Jesse's gaze set on her. ]

Um... G-Guess things must be super... different... back in your... time. [ Said slowly, so uncertainly, like he almost feels foolish saying such a thing. Another quick glance of subtle yet bewildered curiosity at her clothes — how wildly different she looks next to his black hoodie, his shirt, his baggy jeans, which hold a scent of stale cigarette smoke and a hint of gasoline. ]

[facelessgirl]

[ Arya doesn't have quite the clarity on the possibilities of this place as Jesse does, and her frown deepens at his comment. She hadn't spoken with Bran has much as she would have liked to, either before the battle for Winterfell or afterwards, before she boarded her ship, but... Back in your time. That sounds like something he would say. Something he would understand in a way she never would. ]

What do you mean, 'in my time'? [ She looks at Jesse critically, reaches out to touch the fabric of his sweater. It's strangely soft and malleable, and his shirt underneath is far brighter than anything she's ever seen. ] Where do you come from? Someplace were you can find more things like these? [ She holds up her device, looking between him and it. ]

[rehabbed]

[ Jesse almost flinches at her reaching towards him. He begins to flinch — and steels himself, his hand clenching into an anxious fist while he eyeballs her curious hand inspecting his clothes. He's not even sure what's spooking him. Is it her? That she might be a ghost? Not that Jesse believes in such things, but he's dead, yet somehow still alive. That right there is enough to utterly spook him. ]

Uh, New Mexico. USA. [ Lifting his eyes quickly back up to her face, growing increasingly mystified about her himself. ] Yeah, you can get all sortsa... yeah, things like this. Phones an' stuff. Where I'm from. Clothes, too. Like mine. Not... Not clothes like yours. Unless you went to, like, a costume store or something.