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

[hardwearing]

[ Progress doesn't mean that things are better, not really. They reached the stars, and found as much death as anything else. The world isn't any brighter and wars have only gotten better at causing suffering, both in what people are willing to do to the enemy and their own, to be able to win... because the same brilliance and creativity that allows for progress also allows for previously inconceivable cruelty. It wasn't just the genocidal aliens jacking up the misery toll, either, humans were doing just fine at slaughtering each other with technological advancements before that. With abducting and augmenting children, with torturing and experimenting on their own soldiers, just to have better killing machines. Humanity survives, but it does so at any cost.

Maybe Wash is a cynical old man because he can count the war-free years of his life on one hand. And not everything he's seen can be twisted and justified as for the survival of the human race. Sometimes people just want power and don't care about wiping out entire planets to get it.

He doesn't want to go there with Gene. Let the guy think the future is better because people don't get sick as much, and can be put back together more efficiently when someone tears them apart. But he's got a terrible poker face, and even as he nods in apparent agreement there's something dark in his expression that gives him away. ]

Sure. Lots of advancements, thanks to science and imagination.

[ If he only knew Gene's opinion of him -- that he'd have to argue. Whatever goodness is in him doesn't feel innate, it's something has to work at it every single day. Something he can't let slip, because he's capable of being a real piece of shit. ]

Anything you're curious about?

[preseance]

( he's got a read on darkness. always has. maybe it was learned at his ma's knee, all the things she never spoke on. weren't 'til her dying her boys even knew she'd been in war. an' weren't 'til after her dyin' that he learned the full extent of it. he used to sit with her ghost out in the fields an' she'd speak on things she said she ain't never told another livin' soul. not even his pa. she said that dyin' gave her cause to loose her tongue. an' as the years whiled on an' the war closed in, she looked at him an' said she'd miss him.

at the time he'd thought she meant, on account of her passin' on. now, he wonders if maybe she had some inklin' of this.

either way, it serves. he sees what wash tries not to express, hears what he won't say. an' he doesn't press, because maybe it means more to the man to preserve that bright future for him than it would mean to him to hear the truth of the matter. he lifts one shoulder in a shrug, and forges on.

he ain't naturally curious, neither. content to let most things lie, gene. but. the lure of other places, other worlds, other peoples — maybe that's stronger now he's seen so much of earth. casablanca on through silicy, all those little towns in belgium an' holland an' france. funny how he's seen more of the old world than he ever will of america now.

he gestures a bit with his cigarette. the smoke spirals up to the sky. )

Y'all still know how to play baseball?