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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kara | d:bh | @ax400

[chores]

YOU'RE DEAD, JIM.

Right, of course, she's dead or rather-- as "dead" as an android can be.

It's still hard to believe that she has come to any sort of afterlife. If there is one person that was perhaps so undeserving then it was, in fact, herself. Kara had barely deserved the "living" life she had lived back in Detroit and it was especially true now as she sat with a vacant expression, her eyes focused on the flames before her yet shivering in place. There's an ache in her body she has never felt before, an ache that threatens to rip her chest open and leave her bleeding out on the floor.

Why does it matter? It doesn't matter. Nothing matters.

Not now, not ever. Not without Alice. Just thinking of the little girl causes her chest to twist in a deeper, longing pain that nearly leaves her wanting to sob. Yet she somehow remains standing, remains staring at the flames and thinking about their last moments together in the snow. She'd been so small, so breakable and Kara had failed her. She failed herself. The one action she had set out to do, protect Alice, had fallen through her hands like sand and left her with nothing.

Maybe though it was meant to be this way. After all-- she wasn't human, she didn't deserve happiness like they did. Perhaps, in the end, this was for the better but even then she has to wonder: why can't she stop crying?

HACKER VOICE: I'M IN.

Is anyone else here not human? Or... wasn't human before they came here?

You're dead, Jim (Also this hurt my soul, congrats)

[spitefullight]

It's hard not to notice a crying woman among the flames of the bon fire. He's not surprised though, dying and then coming to such a dark place? It can't be easy for anyone. The teenager steps towards the woman, his gauntleted hand reaching out to touch her on the shoulder. He steps into her view to look at the woman in the face.

His mouth turns upright into something of a sympathetic smile before he speaks, "Rough day, huh?" He's not really sure what to say. Saying things would be okay seemed like a bold faced lie at this point. The best he could offer is an ear and maybe something else to talk about. "My name's Elden, what about you?"

mission accomplished

[chores]

There is an utter stillness that passes through her when she feels the weight and pressure of someone's hand on her shoulder. Soon enough, Kara is moving-- jerking back with a near stumble. She hadn't expected anyone else to approach her. She had thought most, in their own worries, would just leave her to her tears.

Slowly, she swallows and drops her gaze to the floor. "My daughter died in my arms." She murmurs so rough day, yeah. "So what does it really matter who I am?"

Alice gave her, her name. As far as she was concerned that name died with her. She didn't deserve it.

[spitefullight]

His smile of sympathy soon falls into a deep frown. His eyes sinking into a sad, contemplative look at her words. "My daughter died in my arms...." it rings loudly in him. He knows nothing of a mother's pain but when he looks upon this woman he wonders if this was happening at home where everyone still lived. Utter sadness and despair over him? His own mother shedding the same kind of tears?

He may never really know, but he swallows hard just thinking of it. He had already decided to set his pain aside for the time being. There was no Theron or Calixta to vent to. Just himself, trying his best. But, he's stayed quiet to long. "What was her name?" If this woman didn't want to talk about her name, surely she would speak her daughter's.

@subzero

[saibot]

In death most cease to be human.

[chores]

Most but not all. I'm sure some would still consider themselves human even in death.

[saibot]

And is that true of yourself?

[chores]

I wasn't human to begin with even in "life".

[saibot]

What exactly were you in that case?

[chores]

I'm an android. An artificial human.

[saibot]

Created by Sektor?

[chores]

Sektor? No, I was created by a company called CyberLife located in Detroit.

[saibot]

For what purpose?

[chores]

There's millions of us now with different purposes. My line were made to care for the household but mostly for the children. Cook, homework, play with them— that sort of thing.

[saibot]

Something that sounds highly pointless.

hacker voice - un: viewfinder

[burstmodes]

what's your definition of not human exactly?

[ definitely pinging him for obvious reasons. ]

[chores]

I suppose the common dictionary definition. An entity displaying some, but not enough, human characteristics to be considered a human like a machine with human intelligence but not the common human appearance or even the reserve.

[burstmodes]

oh so like um a robot?
sorry if that's insensitive
i mean i guess technically i'm human
but not exactly?

i dunno it's a complicated story

[ one he doesn't want to get into right now, but he would if it helped whoever this was. ]

you okay?
you don't need help do you?

[chores]

Yes-- like a robot. Most say android but I suppose both terms are correct. It's okay, though. I understand how complicated stories can be.

( she has to pause and consider the question. help? she's the last person deserving anything but that especially included help. )

No, I'm not okay. I don't need help though. That's better saved for people more deserving.

[burstmodes]

android
huh okay got it

[ but he sort of squints at those last few messages and decides that this person definitely needs help. ]

i dunno about that
it's not like we really know where we are you know?
and we should stick together
besides everyone deserves help
or at least some company

[chores]

Does it really matter if we do? I'm not like everyone aside from being dead so I'll find my own way or I won't. It doesn't matter besides everyone deserve decent company too and I'm anything but that.

[burstmodes]

being different doesn't mean you don't deserve things
that's not how it works

i get if you'd rather be alone
but you don't have to be
we don't even have to talk if you're not feeling it

[chores]

( there's no response for a long period of time before finally the ping of a message goes off. there's no words just coordinates; a location to find. )

2 / @anonymous

[webshoots]

[ peter could respond to this with the username he'd set up without thinking — parker, the username that quite obviously identifies him as himself, particularly to anyone that might know him, the username that he's beginning to regret because the only option it leaves is the less trust-inducing ’anonymous’, but— ]

are you saying you've changed? become human?

[ he's human. still human, but if she isn't (wasn't), she might feel more comfortable talking with someone other than peter "hahaha just an average guy" parker. ]

[chores]

No, as far as I'm aware, I'm still an android. At least diagnostic scans have told me as much but something has changed. I'm just not sure what.