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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Comments

[voktys]

[ This girl moves like a shadow, such is Melisandre's first thought, not startled, but appreciative. Wary, too, such movements take years to hone, and circumstance to refine.

Battle, she says. There have been many that saw her on the sidelines, in the King's tent, his rooms, his days of strategising. Whichever fire she tapped into, too, so most of this does not strike her... so odd. The Westerosi dress, too, fits the narrative.

The familiarity does not. She has never seen this girl. In a moment, this will change. ]

Which battle is it that you speak of?

[ Her head tilts ever so slightly, red eyes away from the fire and fixed on the girl. There is no doubt that she was killed in some violent manner – there are stains on her red dress, a deeper shade, familiar to one quick with the blade. ]

[facelessgirl]

[ Arya turns at the question she thinks should have the most obvious answer in the world and levels Melisandre with a suspicious look, as though the red woman is playing some new sort of trick on her. Arya wouldn't put it past her, though she doesn't see the point in this place. Melisandre had come with the right words during Arya's time of need, had supported them invaluably in the battle, Arya had seen it with her own eyes, but she hasn't forgotten what this woman took from her. What Arya had heard she'd taken from others. ]

The battle for Winterfell, to defeat the dead.

[ Arya says it slowly, one eyebrow quirked at Melisandre. Arya is versed in the game of faces, but this red priestess still puts her ill at ease. She can sense that this ignorance is no feint. ]

You called it the War for the Dawn. You helped us. [ She looks Melisandre dead in the face when she says it, unafraid of her now. ] And then you died.

[voktys]

[ The familiarity is still there, as though this girl has met her – and she has, she says it, and it sounds like her words, in fact, it sounds like it might well be true. But she's never set foot on the grounds of Winterfell. Stannis is still marching for Deepwood Motte. ]

If the war is ended, and the Long Night is over, then it is my time to die. My purpose would be fulfilled.

[ She sounds entirely at ease with that, and she is. ]

It is not what happened. [ She turns, to show Arya the tell-tale stabbing hole and blood stain on her back. ] I thought the threat of assassination was focused on Jon Snow. I was wrong.

[ God, what have you done to the timeline? She's never felt more forsaken. ]

Was the war won?