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!

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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_{[His blank, uncomprehending expression should give Gene all the answer he needs. No, he isn't talking about a South Dakota, or Alabama, or 1944. Whatever that means.]}

You guess right. I don't know where any of those places are.

_{[While the Gregorian calendar may have died an ugly death, the irony of ironies is that the geography they're thinking of is more or less an apocalyptic rose by another name. The Armadillo Territory had been lodged in the deep South, close enough that its eastern most border could've spit on Gene's home state. That same oppressive heat had made him sweat out his weight in water more than once.

In better news, in about six hundred years white privilege will be all but wiped out by the heterogeneous melting pot the baronies become, though granted, the slave trade sees a major resurgence.

Hey, you win some, you lose some.]}

No wonder you can't take a hint. Most people from the Badlands and the outer territories would know to keep their distance.

_{[It may be as close to a thanks for the cigarette as M.K.'s going to get.]}

( an' he hears it plain. fella learns to read between the lines when the whole of their life is steeped in the myriad miseries of war. gene just makes a little flourish with his left hand, silent acknowledgement. )

From you especially, or in a more general way?

( the boy seems to expect to be known, an' feared some. he's used that as a weapon twice now in the course of this conversation, draggin' the dark things he's done out into the firelight as if he expects an exhumation of dead deeds. )

_{[What a strange question. There's overt strangeness at work--the over-sized bird creature in the hut, the tablets, being upright and breathing--but there's certain subtle strangeness, too.

For as long as he can remember, he's seen wariness ground into people so deeply it's in their marrow. They live it. They breathe it. They greet their neighbors with it. They watch their backs with it. That knock on your door--is that a newcomer asking for directions? A clipper come to borrow your wife? When you knock on a door--is the person who answers it going to have a knife in hand?

People from the places M.K. names wouldn't need to ask. You approach a stranger preparing for the worst, not expecting the best. It's the way of things.]}

From anyone, anywhere. Especially when they have a weapon beside them.

Edited 2019-07-02 09:13 (UTC)

( thing is, he's seen it too. the depression made thieves of a lot of honest folk. men got murdered in back alleys for want of a piece of bread. hunger made people violent and desperate, an' though a lot of folks banded together to beat back the darkness, just as many more fell through the cracks an' lost themselves in it.

it's just. he never could cop to the attitude. weren't built like that. he goes out into the world knowin' people will lie, an' cheat, an' steal an' swindle him. he ain't stupid. he just believes it says more about them when they do than it ever would about him. it's on him to decide if he wants to let the world turn him cruel or not, an' he mostly comes down on the side of not.

gene flicks ash off the end of his cigarette thoughtfully, hums some under his breath. he's armed too, the boy might not've noticed it if he's lookin' for swords and the like, but he's got his service pistol at his side, seven rounds to its name. he's fired it only a handful of times in the war, but it's come to be a welcome weight at his hip. he doesn't like killin', but when it comes down to it he'll do it plain. )

Guess I'd find it stranger if a fella weren't armed these days.

( which is a curious thing all its own. war, an' those in it, is more familiar by far than folk who ain't never known violence at all. maybe that's why gene's all-but-gravitated to those souls what've seen it, breathed it in. he ain't all that sure about livin' life beyond war, now. an' if he's well and truly dead, then he guesses he won't have to. )

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protect Eugene 2k19

he would object!!

too bad, he doesn't get a vote

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