memesinthenight | 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.

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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[ She stiffens a little at the question, that name jarring despite the fact that she'd been the one to choose it. Whatever it stirs in her, it's gone in a blink of an eye. Scarlett's answer coming in the form of the Swiss Army Knife they'd spoken of via text. ]

I come bearing gifts. [ The dryness of her tone doing little to endear her to... anyone.

She does allow herself a moment to take him in, Scarlett making no secret of that fact as her gaze skates over his clothing. Noting the many rips and tears but showing little in the way of a reaction until she speaks again. ]

Rough day. [ It doesn't need to be phrased as a question given his appearance.

Hers on the other hand? Her combat gear screams somebody who has seen some crap in recent months, but most notable is the fact that it's not military issue. It's worn, yet surprisingly clean and while there's no obvious rips or tears? The discernible eye might notice the clean cut in the front of her top, directly over her heart.

That's assuming he's not too distracted by the katana strapped to her back. ]

[ ...uh. Wash has no idea how he managed to fuck up already, but at least it passes quickly. The woman in front of him clearly isn't someone he'd want to piss off under any circumstances. Actually, that goes for pretty much all the women he knows, they can all be terrifying in their own ways. He respects that. ]

Yeah. Rough time leading up to it, too.

[ From the look of her gear, she might relate to that. The choice of weaponry doesn't particularly phase him, just has him curious -- her gear is modern enough that he'd expect to see a gun, but unless there's one hidden at the small of her back Wash only spots blades. The question is whether it's a personal choice or one dictated by her world, a question that's definitely going to wait until they know each other better. He's not a complete idiot.

For now he reaches up for the multitool gratefully, then steps back and inclines his head towards the sole light in the room. ]

Thanks. Did you still want to see what I need it for?

[ His lantern is set on the room's little table, beside something made of metal. It's dark grey with yellow trim and even from the doorway is obviously damaged. The rest of Wash's armor and the majority of his weapons (he wanted to appear less threatening but kept a few of his knives handy for this visit just in case, sue him) are on the floor beside the table. ]

[ Her immediate response is something caught between a smile and a grimace. A knowing look in her eyes as she bobs her head. She might know something about a rough time leading up to being here but she knew she didn't need to say as much for him to do the math. The both of them were far too calm under the circumstances and people with an easy time of things didn't walk around with an arsenal strapped to their bodies. ]

Well you went and got me curious, so... [ Because simply offering a polite 'yes' would have been too easy.

The fact that she was walking through that door, said more than her words really could. That while she might not know him at all, she either trusted him enough to not pull something or trusted her own ability to handle herself if he did. While the latter was always true, the recognition of shared experiences was what kept her weapons stowed. ]

What the hell kind of space suit is that? [ Her skepticism written all over her face as she edges closer to his gear - keeping a respectful enough distance, because frankly? She knew that getting too close to another man's weapons was akin to having a death wish. ] Unless that thing has a jet-pack, not sure what good it's gonna do you here.

[ Letting go of the door so it closes behind them, Wash follows his guest into the room, then moves past her to get back between her and his gear. He lifts the damaged chestplate towards the light, so she can see into the tear in the metal, the mess of wires and circuits within. ]

Specifically? It's UNSC Marine standard issue Mjolnir Mark VI power armor, with a few enhancements. And I did have a jetpack for awhile, but I wasn't great with it.

[ He sets it back down gently, resting his hand over the jagged-edged tear. ]

I've worn armor like this for my entire adult life. Maybe it's not worth the trouble to repair, or if this place turns on us it won't actually do me any good, but part of me needs it to be an option. I lived in it, I died in it, and for some reason it came with me. So even though I can fight without it, I'm going to try to fix it.

[ It's raw and honest, and that's awkward enough that Wash keeps his gaze down for another moment before shrugging and glancing back at Scarlett. ]

There's not much else to do here anyway, right?

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/sorry this took so long to put up ;;