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TEST DRIVE MEME #1
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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he listens as she talks, though to hear tell it's somethin' well beyond the pale. visions, an' all that. a religious thing, could be? )
I s'pose it would. Though I ain't ( a very slight pause. then, diplomatically, ) gifted in that way, so far as I know.
( he sees the dead. visions written in flame aren't so unfathomable. )
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[ R'hllor's gift has blessed her with a life beyond any she could ever have fathomed, but it was not an easy one by far. She takes a sip of the broth, and it's surprisingly good, by the standards she is used to. The stews that had marked her early years were... really, far from 'food' or 'a stew'. ]
Even if now, they won't come anymore. [ If she sounds bitter, that is just the weight of the day. ] You say in that way. Are you blessed in another?
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he ain't a liar. mostly, he keeps his secret by dint of just... never troublin' himself to disclose it. reggie reasoned it out, an' gene told him from there. alex knew by accident. aveline on account'a her bein' a spy an' it bein' her job to know things.
but seein' ghosts is just one gift he's got, an' he thinks the lord will forgive the omission. he ducks his head. )
Yes ma'am. I'm a medic. I help folks be well, ain't no better thing I could've asked for.
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A healer? [ This is the term she is most familiar with, and it fits the description well enough. ] I am a priestess. We heal, too, in my lands. Not just souls, mind.
[ She gives his clothes one more look, and wagers a guess. ] You were with some armed forces?
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an' a priestess. that alone would set her apart from his religion, but that don't make it any less worthy of respect. an' her words speak to him. healin' the soul is a calling.
he does nod to her question. )
I am. You may not know the branch, but I'm a paratrooper. I'm from a time where a lotta my world's at war.
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[ She hopes for him it's not the same as infantry, for infantry only so frequently come back as a whole. Most of them do not come back at all. Fewer, still, can be identified, when they are found.
Not that it makes a difference, here, but there are other things to die of. ]
Were you blessed enough to at least fight for something you believed in?
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but he's heard otherwise already, ain't he? it's a cyclic thing. peace, then tension, then war, then peace again. but it never lasts. )
I was, ma'am. I volunteered for it on account of my beliefs. We're fightin' an evil the likes our world ain't seen in an age.
( he ain't got much sympathy for the ss, but the average man of the wehrmacht ain't in it save for patriotism. an' he can't fault that none. )
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[ it is not the wars of men that concern her, the rapidly diminished five kings were nothing compared to the Other. no matter, there is no room for a loss, a defeat. it is victory or it is the end of all life, so victory it must be, no matter the cost. ]
The evil we fight, or about to fight, in my world, is thousands of years old, and has prepared for the battle equally as long.
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Well, I hope you can win yours, too. An' I'm sorry for what it's cost you.
( there's something about her that strikes him as particularly vivacious. some folks have a light to them that even death can't snuff out. )
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[ but if he will go on to victory or to defeat, this she can't tell, though she swallows the thought. nothing to burden this stranger with, he has his own battle to fight.
had. ]
You are young. You must have left so many things behind. The least I can do is to pray it was not for naught.
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( it's a soft, considering noise. gene don't have it in him to lie — there are things he'll miss, to be certain. an' things he left aplenty, but he can go easy to the grave. ain't much he feels to have left undone. )
I'm satisfied with my lot. Most folk ain't had that chance, so... I'm grateful.
( and then, as the southern boy remembers his manners — )
Ah, my name's Eugene, ma'am. Eugene Hicks.
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Eugene Hicks. [ she struggles with the 'g', her accent more apparent, almost as if she's used to something sharper, but good will is there. ] I am called Melisandre. I am afraid to say there is no pleasure in our crossing paths, but I am grateful for it all the same.
You fought evil beyond your reckoning. [ is this a sudden turn? not to her. it is a guess, in its way, but not a far one. he said he'd fought an evil worse than any his world had known. ] Was it a man-made darkness?
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Pleasure to make your acquaintance, ma'am.
( to the next question, he nods singly. )
It was. I think it mostly is, where I'm from.
( men ain't its only source, but it's the main one he knows. )
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[ war has been a sight to see. she has seen slavery, of course, she knows what one human can do to another, but those lords of westeros had taken it to a different place altogether. nothing like seeing the well-fed, the rich, slaughter each other over land they barely want, and have certainly no need of. ]
Are you armed?
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( he's got his trench knife, a pocket knife, a few pairs of scissors. a scalpel if he's fussy about it. an' his side-arm. standard issue, no extra mag. nine bullets if he remembers rightly. he's fired it only once in the conflict for the fighting, twice over as warning shots. but he kept good care o' his gear, much as anyone could by the time st vith rolled around. )
Ain't much, but I could stand up in defense of others if needs be.
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[ melisandre herself only carries a knife, and some powders for defence. but those were never her first weapons, little good as it did her in the end. ]
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An' myself.
( though he prefers other methods as well. violence ain't never been the first of any ten things he'd reach for. he is, at his soul, a peaceable man. he ain't never been stirred to do harm except when the stayin' of his hand would result in worse bein' done. it's why he volunteered. why he went to fort bragg, why he went on to north africa. why he did that first awful night jump into gela in high winds and stormy seas. they lost near as many men to drownin' as they did to the machine gun nests that first time out. )
An' that'd be a sound tactic for them to try, but I reckon there's enough folk here that know better. Those that don't can learn or be taught, an' we'll stand together in the meanwhile.
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[ her faith is the dualistic kind, there are no grey areas, no spaces to fill with a maybe. war has not helped, that much is true, there is little to be seen on the battlefield that has convinced her of anything else. yes or no, dead or alive, helping or killing. ]
Some of us will work together. Some of us will seek to destroy.
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he lights up a cigarette almost idly, leanin' in so's to catch the tip of it aflame in the burn of the bonfire's easy warmth. he taps the first bit of ash off it, settles back where he'd been beside her. )
Don't know I'd agree on all your points, ma'am, but I do think it'll be plenty hard bein' here. Ain't no tellin' how a soul will deal with dyin' until the dying's done.
( he's seen brave men fall to ruin, an' those labelled coward go to it with their heads high. human nature has changed its skin over the years but never its shape.
gene flicks his cigarette, then politely holds it out to her in offering. it's such a natural extension of companionability by his yardstick he don't think twice about it. cigarettes an' soldiers an' dying souls. it's a manner of comfort in his time. )
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the kindness of youth, she notes, is still in him, has thought so since he'd brought her the broth, and now, she takes the cigarette between her fingers just as he'd down, and takes a careful draw.
it's smoke, just like that. she returns it to him easily, but there's a smile to her lips as she breathes it out. ]
Tastes of the Temple, in its way. [ there's a tilt of her head as she goes on. ] Is it common, among soldiers of your world? It reminds of the death rites, to get the souls closer to the light.
[ at the wall, where her body must still lie, they are sure to burn her, but the rites no one will administer. this is as close as she can get, she knows, and for this, she owes him deeply. ]
me, accidentally hitting enter when i'm not even halfway done my tag: THIS IS FINE
`Let my prayer be counted as incense before thee, and the lifting up of my hands as an evening sacrifice'.
( he says it sweet and somber. he ain't never read the bible, but certain things are known by rote. as he takes the cigarette back and pulls another drag of it on into his lungs a spell — )
Smoke lifts up to Heaven in that way, symbolizin' prayer, though I don't think cigarettes are meant to evoke the idea of incense. Soldiers damn near can't live without 'em, though. Calms the hand, quiets the mind. Warms you, when it's cold.
( and oh, st vith had been cold. ten degrees if it was a hundred, he'd been wearin' near every piece of clothing in his kit and tried to keep his hands limbered up by curlin' them around hot rocks thieved from his lt's camp stove when they dared run it. cigarettes were near the only luxury they had, he knew men what'd light one off the dying ember of another though he weren't never so bad about it as all that. mostly he saved his for the dying.
here, well. that's him, ain't it. an' all the other folk here. )
only mildly cursed
Not a prayer from my own world, but I can't say the Temple would not take a liking to it.
[ 'tis a secret, the next thing, or had been, when it had been stannis and her, far from the wall in the south. once at the wall, it had been difficult to keep – she need not wrap herself in furs, in layers. she had been cold once, yes, but that was years, and years, and more years ago.
she would say she recalls it, but she would lie. she takes his hand, then, and he can feel how unnaturally hot her temperature runs, as if she is dying of a fever. ]
God warms me. [ she withdraws her hand.] All that burns belongs to him, incense and cigarettes alike. Mankind can make faith of everything and nothing, and all the more so of smoke. It reaches him.
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I see. An' whereabouts are you from, if you don't mind the askin', ma'am?
( he can't speak to whether it's a theology of earth or not. he ain't familiar with every branch of every religion out there, to say nothin' of the pagan sorts beside. it sounds monotheistic, but even then he ain't versed. )
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another temple, before.
an auction block in slaver's bay, earlier still. ]
Westeros is where I died. On Castle Black. [ and a right gruesome one it was, though there is something fitting, some would say, to see her stabbed to death. ] And yourself? If it is none too personal for you.
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he shakes his head. it ain't personal, though he hasn't quite parsed his own thoughts on the matter — where he's from and where he died are two different places. )
Ah. I'm from this little place called Agathine. Mostly we're a coal an' cotton town. But the last few years I've been overseas with this fight.
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