memesinthenight | 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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Yeah, maybe.

[She does her best to relax, but it's a little harder when he's tensing up, too. After a second, she leans into him, tucking her head under his chin.]

Do you think this could be, like... Something fucked up with the door?

Like it pulled us here by mistake? I guess it's possible, but I remember... uh...

[ There's really no such thing as a safe topic right now, but this seems like an especially bad one. Hm. ]

I could be wrong. I've been wrong before.

No. [She says it a little too quickly.]

I remember, too. I don't know. I guess something could be fucking with our memories again, but...

[ Wash really doesn't think that's the case, though this all being some kind of trick is obviously a far better scenario. Something they could escape. But he's personally been cheating death over and over again for more than a decade now... the odds seem better that he finally ran out of lives. Right now he just wishes the battle had spared Kyna. ]

That kind of thing is way over my head. How could we know?

I don't know. That's the kind of thing Harlan's better at.

[Illusion and enchantment magic and all. She hesitates for a second.]

I'm glad you're here and but I kind of hate that you are. Does that make sense?

That's exactly how I feel so... yeah. Makes perfect sense.

[ He winds a lock of her hair around his finger and desperately tries to stop wondering how she died. It won't help anything, to know the details. It doesn't matter. And yet. ]

It feels wrong to be even a little grateful that you're with me, but. I was already missing you.

[That gets her to smile just a little bit, so he's on the right track.]

You're a sap.

[But she was starting to miss him, too, so she can't tease him too much.]

You really haven't seen anyone else we know?

Slander. You're going to ruin my reputation.

[ Wash presses a kiss to the top of her head, completely ruining the effect of what was actually a pretty deadpan delivery. ]

No, not yet. I haven't exactly been socializing, though.

You haven't been socializing? Weird.

[Actually, neither has she.]

Do you wanna go look?

Told you I didn't feel any different.

[ The heavy sarcasm got her a little smirk, but it vanishes when she asks if he wants to go look. Sure. He definitely wants to stroll around in the dark searching for their friends. It'll be fun, racking up the death toll.

That was also sarcasm, though he doesn't say it aloud. Just shakes his head, because even if he knows logically that if they're here they're here and not knowing won't change anything... he's already kind of overwhelmed. One death at a time please. ]

Right now?

We don't have to.

[She says it softly, pulling back enough to peek up at him. She's feeling weirdly torn—she needs to know, but she's terrified of it, too.]

We can just hide out in here for a little while.

We do, eventually. I just need to space out the horrible realizations a little. You kinda blindsided me there, I didn't expect it to be you asking about ghost poop.

[She bursts out laughing.]

Whatever. Everyone is probably wondering that.

[ Her laugh gets a smile out of him, makes things feel a little lighter for a moment. ]

Uh, I really wasn't. It probably wouldn't even have made my twenty questions list. [ He lets a beat pass for dramatic effect, then: ] Clearly this is why I need you around.

Duh. What's your twenty questions list?

Mostly stuff about this place. I was trying not to think about what happened to me, to us, to everybody back in the fight so... I started wondering about what happened here. Has it always been dark? If it's really the afterlife where is everybody? Is it ever-expanding and this is a new empty area or do they fill up and everybody dead is in a different dimension of it? Are there going to be different things trying to kill me here? Because that seems like a constant of my existence and we've still got bodies, so can we die in death too? Is this just one stage of it all? Maybe it's more like purgatory, or we're going to be tested before the universe decides if we get peace or torment... or maybe all human concepts of the afterlife were just really wrong and you get shuffled around to other planes of reality indefinitely. But then why do I only remember one life? Was that really my first one?

......how many questions am I up to?

[Wow. That's... a lot. Kyna stares at him for a second, trying to process all of that.]

Holy shit, Wash. That's exactly the stuff I wasn't thinking about so I wouldn't have a breakdown.

[Coping with Kyna: Avoid everything.]

Oh.

[ Whoops??? ]

Sorry. I guess it was easier for me to have existential questions than personal ones.

No, it's okay. I bet things are totally going to try to kill us, even if we can't die again.

....maybe we should go back to talking about poop.

[She smiles.]

Or about how I shouldn't get drunk?

Not as drunk as you were talking about, at least.

[ He sighs, looking out the window at the bonfire glowing in the square and the oppressive darkness surrounding it. ]

This is going to be worse than the caves.

Why? Because there's no light?

[She assumes he means something beyond the fact that they're dead, since that goes without saying.]

Yeah. It's extremely hard to maintain sleep patterns without an external light-dark cycle. Without those cues most people can only regulate themselves for about a month before things start lengthening. Awake for days straight and then asleep for another, or the other way around, and then people start to lose it. We're really strict about it on ships, making sure everybody's getting the right amount of exposure to keep on a schedule.

[That's something Kyna never even considered, and her frown deepens the more he explains.]

Oh. Jesus. Um... So what should we do, then?

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