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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!
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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Then try another question.
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[see b/c it's what he said, she's quoting it back at him, American accent and all, do you get it]
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I traveled to the future, once. And I traveled back, once. [ both things are, strictly speaking, true. ] It was while coming back that this [ gestures at himself ] happened. I screwed up the equations somewhere, obviously.
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[She doesn't say it particularly judgmentally, though. He's lucky he escaped with his life; time travel does not care if you live or die, from her experience. A moment, and then:]
Once. Just once.
[That, to his earlier question. How many times, well, she'd only had the opportunity to try it once.]
Why did you travel?
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he makes a self-deprecating sound at her question, leaning backwards. ]
Because I knew I could, and I wanted to prove it. After that, I just wanted to go back home. Why did you?
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I had to rectify a very large mistake. One that I'd made as a teenager, and one that destroyed . . . oh, too many lives to count.
If your next question is, more or less, give me the details, know you'll have to do the same. Be told.
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I went forward in time and found everything destroyed. My family, dead. The rest of humanity, gone. The apocalypse had come, and in my siblings' lifetime.
Time travel, [ he gestures at her, ] is tricky. Even for me. More than forty years passed for me before I was able to get home. Less than half for my brothers and sisters, but still long enough. I went back to warn them, and to stop it.
[ so. cards on the table, then. he doesn't say give me the details, but it's clear enough. ]
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I . . .
[Hmm. She pauses, not to shirk her end of the deal, but because she wants to phrase this carefully.]
When I made a deal with my patron, I was, as mentioned, obligated to do what he asked of me. These requests were minimal, sometimes, or at least easy for me to accomplish. False miracles, shocking revelations, knowledge gained from other universes, other times. Others . . .
[. . .]
He was infertile, and yet wished for a child. I delivered. [Hah.] I found a version of my patron in another universe-- a drunk, a man deeply in debt, drowning and looking for a way out. I bought his child in exchange for erasing his debt. Her false father, my patron, was . . .
[Hm.]
Less than ideal, shall we say, as a parent. His treatment of her had an effect. She grew up to destroy the world. Billions of lives ended in her wrath. Fire quite literally reigning down from the heavens, because her false father was ever so obsessed with religious imagery.
So. I set out to fix things.
[Or, well. Her other half had blackmailed her into doing it. Whatever. Half the time when Rosalind says I, she means Robert as well: I bought the baby, well, no, Robert had, but it's all the same in the end.
There's no remorse in her tone, by the by. No quiet shame, no anger or grief or embarrassment. She might as well be telling a story, for all the emotion she allows herself to express.]
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(if his canon point were further along, boy would he be feeling the irony of this story in full.)
five listens, and he hears the handler's voice: you can't change what's to come, five. the end of the world, in other universes. or, well -- ]
What year was it when she destroyed the world? Month, day?
[ he never found out what it was that did it in his world. there's a chance this could be it. ]
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[She remembers that very well.]
A bit before your time, if I'm following your math correctly. But that's hardly surprising. Apocalypses or not, I very much doubt we came from the same universe. Branching ones, perhaps.
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(you see, all of this...it was supposed to happen.)
five shakes his head. ]
Couldn't help asking. I never found out what did it in my universe.
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[There's a falseness in her tone, a sort of forced neutrality. She isn't happy about it either, but there really isn't anything they can do now.]
I presume you have at least four siblings. Are any of them capable of counteracting it?
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[ the irony is not lost on him, but he'll be annoyed if she brings it up. he'd count ben, but she'd clearly meant living siblings. ]
Alone, now. Together? [ ... ] Maybe.
[ he's worried sick, not that he'll ever admit it. they didn't last time; he found the proof of that. but -- ]
I got them advance notice. They're on the trail of the man that causes it. Almost found him, last I remember. It'll be enough.
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I hope it is.
[She does, actually. Although--]
It will be in at least one universe. So perhaps it's more accurate to say I hope it is in your universe.
alone, no* whoops
[ otherwise, literally his entire life and death were for nothing. and how the fuck do you deal with that? ]
What about your apocalypse? Any idea if it was averted?
THEY'RE ALONE NOW AND IT'S SAD, ROS
[How dire. And now her voice goes flat, a subtle tension in her jaw and liens of her body.]
No. Not with my death. Our death. I suppose there's a chance Robert survived it, but I very much doubt it, so no. Elizabeth will follow in her father's footsteps, and in a few decades the world will burn.
[A beat. She smiles, and it isn't happy in the least.]
Rather nice to be certain, I suppose.
I MEAN. ALSO TRUE.
[ of course it isn't nice to be certain. if he knew, definitively, that his attempt to stop the apocalypse had been pointless -- well. questionable if he'd find reason to get up in the morning, even after apparently dying. ]
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[She relaxes, though. Not much, because when you a wear a corset relaxing is rather a pipe dream, but just a bit.]
Indulge my curiosity: is your body functionally a young man's? By which I mean: is your liquor tolerance the same? Any vice, really. Are you still growing at a normal rate? And your mind, do you find yourself resorting to any semi-immature behaviors?
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Let's get one thing straight: I'm not your science experiment. I don't give a shit how bored you are here, or how interesting you find my present condition. I've done it once already, and I wasn't a fan.
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[She leans forward, and oh, hello, did Five ever have a governess? No, because he grew up in the twenty-first century, but still: if he had, he'd be getting flashbacks right now. Nobody does disapproving distant chilly vodka aunt like her.]
To begin with, Mr. Five, I'll thank you to keep your cursing to a minimum. I've shown you the minimum of respect, and I'll thank you to do the same. It doesn't make you seem older, if that's what you're going for.
Secondly: no one ever stopped you from striking a deal. If you don't want to be treated like an experiment, don't boss and whine. Why not a quid pro quo? I won't ask anything of you that I'll refuse if you reverse it-- and before you scoff, I may not have as many powers as you do, but I assure you, I am unlike any person you have ever met. Have you ever met someone who tore holes in the universe? No, you haven't, because I'm one of two in the whole multiverse who's done it.
[She lets that linger in the air for a few seconds, then exhales shortly, sitting up again.]
Or you can bite and snarl and leave, and I'll observe at a distance, and we'll be in more or less the same position, but with no one intelligent with whom to talk.
The choice is, of course, yours.
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she leans forward to make her point -- and maybe if he remembered any of his nannies from the days before hargreeves built grace, he'd be getting those flashbacks -- and he just stills. watches her, pointedly looking unimpressed, and narrows his eyes.
it's tempting to just leave. he could do it, easy; just a flicker of power, and then he can stroll away from this woman and this entire conversation. what does he need so badly that he'd want to strike a deal with her?
have you ever met someone who tore holes in the universe?
if they're dead: irrelevant. if they're not, if there's even a chance of going back...well. ]
Answers for answers. Any other terms, while you're at it?
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[Satisfied, she smiles fleetingly, an expression that has very little to do with happiness.]
Don't get sulky, now.
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[ lmao did you think he'd give in that easily. this spiteful little shit. ]
Like I said, I'm not your science experiment. We can discuss my power or even my condition, but you're not running any tests on me. [ just gonna. nip that in the bud there. JUST IN CASE. scientists, man. ] Answers for answers, but I don't have to answer anything I don't want to. Neither do you, obviously. What I want is information on your little ripping holes through the universe trick. If there's a way back -- because I sure as hell don't believe this is really the afterlife -- I want to find it.
[ they might be dead, but this place just. SEEMS FAKE!!! where are all the other dead people! ]
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