TEST DRIVE MEME #1

[inthenightmods]

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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[voktys]

Even stone warms to the touch of fire.

[ It says a lot about her resilience that even now she can raise her eyebrows at the idea that she could have been wrong about the balding, bitter saviour of the world. ]

It is him I saw in the flames.

[chivalrouswench]

Renly was like a prince from the songs, and your god showed you Stannis?

[ Well. That sure puts Brienne even more firmly in camp "would rather jump off a cliff than convert". ]

[voktys]

Only a fool would choose a king for beauty. Beauty counts for nothing when the Long Night comes.

[ This is what she thinks she means, when Brienne talks of songs. Handsome princes who do... things, often far removed from the true horrors of war. Or the true behaviour of princes and knights. ]

[chivalrouswench]

What of a kind and generous heart? He had that too. He was good, and brave. He would have been a wonderful king.

[ She turns her face away from the fire, hiding the tears in her eyes within the shadows. ]

[voktys]

He would have been a fool's king, no better than Robert Baratheon before him, enjoying his pleasures and his crown and knowing little of the things it takes to lead a kingdom, much less seven of them. What did he do, as king? Throw a tourney? Of course you would find that wonderful.

[ Anger, it comes suddenly and it is not expected – she is not one to give herself to rages, fire takes a different shape in her. ]

The very fact that it is songs you speak of. A child's reasoning, no more.

[chivalrouswench]

[ Brienne has never been able to use words well, neither to flatter or fight. She knows what she wants to say, but more often than not she can only manage to stutter out a mangled shadow of what she means. Especially if she is upset.

Now, however, her rage rises hot within her and words tumble out in a fiery rush. ]

Shut up. You didn't know him. What did Stannis do as king? Stab his own brother in the back. Why would the realm be better off with a man famously without mercy?Is that what you think a king should be? A cruel shadow in the night leaving others to take the blame for his ill deeds. How can a coward like that be a leader of men.

[voktys]

[ It is much easier to be angry than it is to feign serenity, and it is all the much easier still to let fury reign instead of facing her own failure. ]

You have not seen His Grace grieve for his brother, or his refusal to let me share in the blame. This shadow saved the lives of thousands of men Renly would have bravely slaughtered with his host ten times the size. It cost you, it hurt you, and for that I am sorry. They blamed you, but we have established them fools already.

[ At some point, even she needs air. ] But do not call him a coward. He knows what he has to face, the kind of evil that lurks behind the Wall, and when the call came, he alone answered. He knows what he is sacrificing. And if his brother had cared for the kingdoms instead of himself, he would have accepted his spot as heir.

[chivalrouswench]

Spare me your false pity, you are not sorry for what was done. I hope your king and saviour chokes on his grief. I hope he is haunted for the rest of his miserable life by what he did. If a man will not own to his actions, what is he if not a coward? You say he will not let you share any blame, but he was happy enough to let me have it all.

[ If he has gone to the North, may it swallow him whole. ]

[voktys]

No, I am not sorry for what was done. I am sorry for what it did to you, there is a difference. Renly had to die, if not that day, then the next. His fate was sealed when he claimed what was not his.

[ Her rage has ebbed away, and the evenness returns to her voice. ] But I know well enough the shadow did not disguise himself. Don't blame His Grace for the way others did not believe you. We both suffer from women's credibility, this is not Stannis' fault.

[chivalrouswench]

[ She makes a disgusted sound, tempted to spit on the ground, but she holds back. ]

It shielded him, and he allowed it. I blame him. And I blame you.

[ She said she had a part to play, and while Brienne doesn't know what it is, she doesn't need to. Not right now.

What was done to her doesn't matter anyway. What matters is Renly, the sweet man who bled to death in her arms. The king who never was. The only man she still believes showed her kindness simply to be good to her.

Brienne can't argue anymore, it hurts too much, so she simply leaves and stalks off into the darkness, needless of where she might end up. Undoubtedly the priestess will count it a victory. It certainly feels like a defeat. ]