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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We're all dead, Jim

[paletteswap]

[Coming up to inspect the bonfire is someone that honestly looks entirely out of place. He's dressed like a fighter from several centuries ago. (And a looks a little like a ninja. Don't call him a ninja.) The dozens of blades on him and the deep scar through his eye don't mark him as someone who might be friendly, but he's not openly hostile either.

He inclines his head in greeting, folding his arms and staring at the fire.]

I suppose you are dead as well?

Re: We're all dead, Jim

[knifecollecting]

[That's very, uh, interesting. For now, Jo doesn't comment on his outfit or the scar, though she's curious if it has to do with his death. She knows it wouldn't necessarily be connected, but there's probably a hell of a story behind it either way.]

I think- [She clears her throat.]

Yes. I am. [She knew she had lost too much blood. There was no way to get her to safety. The angel was nowhere to be found.

She was definitely dead, even if this place didn't seem to be Heaven or Hell.]

Are you? Or others?

[paletteswap]

Yes. I think we all are.

[He kneels down a short distance away, watching the fire as it burns, but doesn't seem to consume the wood that feeds it.]

I will admit this is not what I imagined death to be like.

[knifecollecting]

[Everyone? She shakes her head with a frown. There's something going on that she needs answers about.]

I always thought Heaven was going to be full of sunshine.

[paletteswap]

Hm. I never imagined I'd be in heaven. But this isn't the Netherrealm either.

[knifecollecting]

The Netherrealm? [She's heard a lot of names for Hell, but not this one.]

How long have you been here?

[paletteswap]

The realm for the dead. [He quirks an eyebrow wondering how she doesn't know that. But this is hardly the time for such questions.]

A few hours at most. And yourself?

[knifecollecting]

Heaven or Hell. [That's what they call it in her world.]

About that long. [Though it is hard to tell when it's unendingly black.]

[paletteswap]

No one here seems to be native to this place. That's.. concerning.

[Everyone brought here against their will, to a place that seems designed to keep them contained and vulnerable in little clusters around the fire. That can't be good.]

The moon is still up, sunrise will likely be some time off. Then we can get a better sense of things.

[Boy is he in for a surprise.]

[knifecollecting]

Would you rather there were natives? [Jo isn't sure she would want to know what natives of the afterlife are like. Or how that would happen.

The stranger mentioning the moon makes her look up as well, angling the lantern down to cut down on light.]

I don't see anything I recognize.

[paletteswap]

You wouldn't want to speak to someone who knows what's going on and could tell us more about this place?

[yeah he'd noticed that too, but he wasn't exactly an astronomer so he couldn't be entirely sure.]

[knifecollecting]

[She ponders that question before sighing quietly.]

Information is always important, but how would we be sure it was the truth?

[paletteswap]

Lies are a better basis to start from than nothingness.

[knifecollecting]

That's possible.

[She glances around thoughtfully.]

The truth would be even better.

[paletteswap]

Of course. But we cannot always expect that.

I am used to dealing with unsatisfactory situations. Though even this is a new one for me.

[knifecollecting]

I guess. [Jo doesn't like not having information. There's usually something to track down. A police report. An urban legend. The local boogieman.]

Do you think it could get better?

[paletteswap]

I don't see why not. Perhaps we'll find a cache of supplies or learn enough in order to use this place to our own ends. There's always a chance.

[knifecollecting]

We'll need supplies. How many of us do you think there are?

[paletteswap]

A few dozen. More than I think there's food for in the store, but I'm not an expert in supplying people long term.

[knifecollecting]

Not enough for too long. [She knows that much. The store is small.]

I wonder if there's a way to get more food.

[paletteswap]

Rastus perhaps.

It will be difficult to grow anything with so little light. Maybe mushrooms, but we cannot be sustained on those alone.

I was only briefly in the woods, but I didn't see any game animals.

[knifecollecting]

It's hard to hunt in the dark. [Animals here would be adapted to the dark.]

Mushrooms are better with other food anyway.

[paletteswap]

We could set traps, it's not impossible. But if there's nothing to hunt, that will be a bigger obstacle.

I suppose we should try and ration what we have. Assuming anyone would adhere to that.

[knifecollecting]

[Traps would be helpful, that's true. That does depend on there being animals.]

Not many people would cooperate with limits. That's human nature.

[paletteswap]

As may be, but it's worth trying.