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Test Drive Meme #6


TEST DRIVE MEME #6


Hello and welcome to the In the Night test drive meme for November! Thanks for your interest in our game! Reserves open on November 20, and applications open on November 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 cap of 20, and a (current) application cap of 7 apps this month for new players, as the game has a player cap of 60. An accurate count of current players will always be available on the taken page.
  • 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. They are welcome to make posts in the main comms for TDM events as well. Please note, however, that actual plot clues or happenings will not occur in TDM prompts.
  • 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




KEEP YOURSELF ALIVE



When the spirits decide to throw the residents of Beacon a feast, you have two options: partake or abstain. It doesn’t take long for the effects of the food to become apparent. Either you turned away from the temptation and watched your gluttonous comrades fall into a deep, comatose slumber…or you’re among the dreamers, and you awake to a Beacon of a time long forgotten. It's the same Beacon that was left upon falling asleep, but now, the sunlight is bright overhead and songbirds can be heard throughout the forest. The bonfire has been replaced by an ornate fountain, like a proper town square, and there's no lighthouse out on the peninsula.

While dreamers have the chance to explore, those stuck in the waking world find themselves swiftly overcome by a horde of violent green-eyed spirits that attack everything they can get their hands on: even if that includes an individual that’s left asleep and helpless. Regardless of your strength, this is your task now. Protect and defend the town if you want there to be anything left of it.

Although, unlike the official event, there will be no mod-run groups for dreaming and exploration, you’re free to write your character waking up in a sunny version of the known locations in Beacon and write your own psychological horror breakdowns of the dreamy world. Or, if you choose to write your character as a defender, feel free to make up your own green-eyed spirits to fight while looking over the comatose bodies of the dreamers.

This prompt is a mini version of the game's Enter Mr. Sandman event.





SHEER HEART ATTACK



You’ve never seen him before. A giggling little boy, cloaked in shadow, beckons you to follow through the forest. He travels quickly, always too fast to quite keep up with, and takes you through the trees with ease. If you choose to keep following, you're lead to an old, abandoned house, and once inside…find that the dining room has been all done up for a sort of dinner party. Various spirits clatter at the seats, pounding the table with forks and knives. They’re not the spirits you know. They’re not the chirping, scuttling friends that can be encountered around town.

No, these are long-clawed and jagged-toothed. They’re dirty and sunken-eyed, their masks streaked with red. The little boy collapses in a pile of wooden limbs at the foot of the table. Closer, now, the light of your lantern shows him for what he was: a puppet. The puppeteer makes itself known where it had hidden itself against the dark ceiling, eight long legs creeping into the once-unoccupied space of the doorway. As it blocks the way out, and the other spirits grow ever noisier, the looming figure of the Baubledook takes their rightful place at the far end of the table.

You have very little time to ask yourself: are you the guests of honor...or the main course?




network prompts




TOO MUCH LOVE WILL KILL YOU



Another week comes, marked by Robin's latest bulletin posting on the Network. But this one's a bit different: as a final note to sign off on the latest updates, she encourages everyone to give thanks in the spirit of the harvest season. Whether you want to thank someone directly or maybe say something more abstract, don't you think you'll feel better if you spread something positive? No? Not incentive enough? Well, this time, Robin appears to have accounted for the no-fun naysayers that try to skirt around her attempts at community building.

All readers will quickly discover that they're unable to navigate away from the bulletin until a thankful comment is left. There must be some kind of keyword function programmed in to only allow escape to those who have left thankful content. Better think of something, cynics and grumps. If nothing else, there's probably no way for the Network to tone police?





I WANT IT ALL



A friendly pumpkin sprite has appeared in the bottom corner of your tablet's dashboard! It's a loving and smiling companion, asking quite frequently to be attended to and, most importantly: fed. Curiously, the more that you feed the digital vegetable, the bigger it grows...until it's actively blocking out parts of your screen. You could stop feeding it, of course. It's not real or alive, so what's the harm? But as it grows hungrier and more insistent and you continue not to feed it, it cries and cries until it goes from sad to angry.

And then you notice it chomping at the edge of the screen, eating it away, bit by bit, blacking out the corners and working its way inward, making apps inaccessible and the network harder and harder to navigate. Maybe you should have given it what it wanted.





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Martha Jones | Doctor Who

[personal profile] martha_jones 2019-11-15 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
1. Keep Yourself Alive

"Can you hear me? Are you all right?"

Martha moves from unconscious person to unconscious person, checking vitals quickly, urgently. She steps back, stunned and startled.

"They're alive, they're all alive, but it's like----I don't know! It's like they're all sleeping! Why are they sleeping? Maybe if we try to----" She taps one of the sleeping people at the table on the face gently but firmly. "Hello? Hello? Can you hear me?"

The sound from the forest startles her, and she looks up over her shoulder. An attack? An attack right now, with all of these helpless people? It doesn't even phase Martha, who switches immediately from doctor to military leader, like she's done this before.

"You! Take that person, get them out of here. Put them over your shoulder. We have to get them somewhere secure. Go! Now!"

2. Sheer Heart Attack

This would be more frightening, Martha thinks, if she were alone. Luckily, she didn't go alone this time. She brought someone with her, someone who knew the town better than she did---which, if she's also honest, is almost everyone in this town.

"I think," she says to her companion. "That we should run, yeah? What do you think?"

This reminds her of another time. A time when all she did was run. She feels stationary here in this town. Maybe running is a good thing.

3. Too Much Love Will Kill You

Personally, I'm actually very thankful for everyone's continued insight on the town. I know I personally wouldn't have lasted a second without everyone putting in the time to make sure I knew what was going on.

So, thank you for keeping me alive everyone.
foolsmusic: (13445567)

Minato Arisato | Persona 3

[personal profile] foolsmusic 2019-11-16 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
Keep Yourself Alive

[Normally speaking, Minato was a big glutton. Free meal? Fuck yeah, he'll be there. However, he'd also done a fair bit amount of reading in his time, especially once he'd started acquiring Personas — he'd been curious about their myths and legends, enough to idly spend precious spare moments reading about them. And if there's one thing he learned from his reading, it was this: you don't just accept food from spirits. There is nothing ever to go right in that situation, as far as he was concerned. His hesitation is enough to prove his theory correct: as he thinks over the circumstances of the feast, people begin to fall asleep around him, and he frowns.

He doesn't even have a chance to consider what to do next before swarms of monsters behind to descend on the feast, and he heaves what amounts to being a long suffering, tired sigh. He did enough fighting in his lifetime, why does he have to do this in his afterlife, too? There's no helping it, though — the others needed to be protected. Sure would be nice if he had any sort of tools to facilitate that, though...

Frowning, he sets his lantern underneath the table where it hopefully would remain safe, and picks up a sturdy wooden feast chair, smashing it over the head of the nearest monster — that one's for you, Shinjiro-senpai.]


Sheer Heart Attack

[Once again, not something he was particularly keen on doing! Literally guys, since when was it ever safe to follow giggling children into the woods? They wrote movies and books about these sorts of things all the time. However, other people were following the boy into the woods despite it all, and he wasn't about to let them go without backup.

When they reach the little inside trap, the others still milling about in the rest of the house, he's not at all surprised — he'd been ready for this the whole time. He takes his exploration companion by the arm and tugs a little, backwards, back towards the currently blocked door, which he'd figure out a solution for, uh... eventually.]


Sorry to disturb you. I think our reservation was for later. How embarrassing.

Too Much Love Will Kill You

┐( ̄ヘ ̄)┌ Thank you for always providing us food and nourishment, oh spirit of the harvest season.
featherknives: (Yay)

Too much love

[personal profile] featherknives 2019-11-16 12:51 am (UTC)(link)
[Her comment to bullet was something along "thanks for the food yaddayaddayadda I'm thankful", enough to get herself out of the stupid bulletin app. Then she squints at the other messages.]

you don't actually believe this, do you?
foolsmusic: (13445558)

[personal profile] foolsmusic 2019-11-16 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
I am completely 100% thoroughly dead serious about my commitment to the harvest season.
featherknives: (3)

[personal profile] featherknives 2019-11-16 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
Why do I not believe you? Also, you don't actually have to eat here, as long as you sleep and drink. So this thanking for the food is redundant
foolsmusic: (13445573)

[personal profile] foolsmusic 2019-11-16 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
You should. I'm very serious.

But eating is good, and even if you don't have to eat, I'm still going to eat anyways, so I might as well thank the bountiful harvest so that I may still consume snacks.
featherknives: (23)

[personal profile] featherknives 2019-11-16 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
...

Nothing grows here except for weed and flowers that smell of graveyard. There is no harvest.
Edited 2019-11-16 01:06 (UTC)
foolsmusic: (13445554)

[personal profile] foolsmusic 2019-11-16 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
Ah yes, our bountiful harvest indeed.

I'm too cool for drugs, though. That's what school taught me.


[he knows she probably meant "weeds" but--]
featherknives: (stick to the plan)

[personal profile] featherknives 2019-11-16 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
[She honestly has no idea what these plants are so-]

That's not bountiful. In fact, you can't eat any of it. Are you really that dense?

[She almost used some harsher words, but she's been controlling herself lately.]
foolsmusic: (13445573)

[personal profile] foolsmusic 2019-11-16 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
You can if you try hard enough.
survivaltricks: (pic#13006354)

sheer heart attack

[personal profile] survivaltricks 2019-11-16 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
[well. that'll teach Akira to follow his sense of curiosity the next time he sees a strange shadowy figure trying to lead him through the woods]

[on instinct, he takes a step back, grasping at his companions arm with his free hand, the other holding his lantern tightly to his chest. he chimes in on the heels of Minato's statement, his words deceptively light while every muscle in his body tenses in preparation to run. or fight. or both]


Sweetie, I thought I told you to write the time down in our planner?

[uh]

Did you forget?
incinerators: (pyrrha 33_zpsf4px8pdm)

pyrrha nikos / rwby

[personal profile] incinerators 2019-11-16 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
keep yourself alive.
[ pyrrha's stomach has been churning ever since her awakening in beacon. one minute she was running after cinder, still fighting, clinging to her semblance and her shield -- the next she was shot straight through the chest, and a excruciatingly painful burning sensation overcame her and rendered her lifeless. the scene doesn't stop playing in her head as she walks over to the feast. that's when others around her start dropping like flies.

pyrrha gasps and bends down to check on one of those who have fallen. there's still a pulse, maybe some snoring that indicates they've fallen into a deep sleep. she gives them a few shakes.
] Hey, wake up--

[ that's when she sees a flash of green at the corner of her eye, and pyrrha quickly glances over at one of the plates and uses her semblance to send it flying at the spirit. it howls in pain, allowing pyrrha some time to stand up, though she stays close to the person asleep on the ground.

if she sees someone else who's awake in her vicinity, she'll wave them over.
]

I could use a little help over here!


too much love won't kill you!
[ no matter how exhausted or worn down pyrrha is, it won't stand in the way of her being kind. she's certainly not in the mood to be actively handing out compliments, but at the very least she can write something nice on the bulletin board. she looks at her tablet for a few contemplative moments before she finally settles on something decent: ]

To everyone in Beacon: I'd like to thank you for your perseverance and hard work thus far. I know it isn't always easy to move forward after death, but resilience during times like these is what will keep us going. I believe that we can make Beacon a better place this way.

Thank you,
Pyrrha Nikos


i want it all.
[ listen. pyrrha was thoroughly enjoying engaging with this little pumpkin friend, if only because it was a very welcome distraction, but once it started taking up the entire screen she found that it was probably time for an uninstall. ]

Well...it was nice, but I think it's time I stopped feeding you.

[ and she does indeed. it seems to be working up until it starts biting at the corner of her screen. pyrrha blinks, and then watches as it chomps its way inward. well. that's not good.

pyrrha goes to seek out some help, and once she finds someone else she can speak to, she holds up her tablet. the pumpkin is still munching away.
]

Excuse me, sorry to bother you -- did you, perhaps, also get this...little pumpkin on your device?
featherknives: (6)

[personal profile] featherknives 2019-11-16 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
Color me intrigued. You really are a stubborn guy, huh.
mindofathief: (heavy sleeper)

Duster | Mother 3

[personal profile] mindofathief 2019-11-16 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
A. Keep Yourself Alive

[Duster lies face down on the ground after having eating his fill of dinner. Which was pretty moronic, come to think of it, but he's fed and he's having a wonderful dream. It's twilight, the sun is setting over the quiet forest in the distance, and the air is fresh. It's a nice change.

He's not alone here, apparently. As he lies on on his back in the soft grass, he turns to the nearest person.]


...So I know this is a dream, right? [He's never been aware he was dreaming before. Maybe something weird happens when he acknowledges it to the fake people inside it.]

B. I Want it all

[What is this, no one told him about weird monsters appearing on the screen. How is he supposed to fight it? What is it supposed to eat? He doesn't trust this vegetable with a face.]

this pumpkin keeps asking me to feed it
its in my tablet somehow
i dont think its going away

help?
foolsmusic: (13445561)

[personal profile] foolsmusic 2019-11-16 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
You know me. Flighty as ever.

[His eyes scope out the scene quickly and efficiently — there's a candelabra on the side table near the door, throwing off what dim fickle light it could from a regular flame. He doubted the flame would be of any use to him, but the heftiness he hoped the candelabra would have would surely injure the legs of this creature behind them enough to allow them escape from the room.

In one sudden and fluid motion, Minato slips his hand out of Akira's grip and grabs for the candelabra, swiveling around to start smashing at the creature that was blocking their way out the door. It howls and recoils in pain, and the spirits behind them are starting to act up as well, banging their forks and knives even louder in a wordless chant that almost definitely meant "eat them", in Minato's opinion.]


Quick.

[He tosses his weapon aside and grabs at Akira again, trying to tug him out the door as the Baubledook begins to stir. He hated to pull him around, but he had no idea if this guy would freeze or anything after all, so better safe than sorry.]
survivaltricks: (pic#13572539)

[personal profile] survivaltricks 2019-11-16 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
[whoa-- Minato moves so fast that Akira isn't quite prepared for it. but he does release his companion's arm to let him sling the candelabra about, and with the way the eight-legged monster blocking the exist howls in pain, there's no need for a follow up attack. at least. . . not yet]

[he makes sure Arsene hovers at the forefront of his mind, just in case. but Akira still grasps at Minato's hand as the other wild card reaches out, immediately falling into step with him as he tugs Akira towards the exit]


Don't mind if I do. . .!

[GOOD NEWS: he isn't freezing up, at least! and he sure as shit doesn't seem to mind being tugged around in a situation as dire as this one]
daughteroflight: ooerabitrude @ lj (i went out to pick a fight with anyone)

DG | Tin Man

[personal profile] daughteroflight 2019-11-16 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
1. Keep Yourself Alive

Following the feast and a solid nap, DG once again finds herself bathed in impossible light, conquering unbreakable darkness. She closes her eyes and smiles up at the bright sky, turning in place to appreciate the warmth for a moment before stopping to get her bearings.

She's outside the church, not her most favorite place but in the sunlight it looks a lot less foreboding. Like something from home-home, Kansas instead of the O.Z. or this...place. Where she's dead. Which is a thing she doesn't want to think about too hard still.

So she turns to catch the eye of a nearby individual, giving them an awkward smile and nodding to the church door.

"Hey. Think we should take a look around, buddy-system style?"

2. Too Much Love Will Kill You

God, fine, okay. I...am thankful I got to find out who I really was. Who I really am, where I belong. Even if I didn't get to- no, okay. I'm thankful I found my home.
worthallthis: (ruthless)

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[personal profile] worthallthis 2019-11-16 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, this is a tricky situation. Those are orders, very clear orders, but the Soldier would be much more useful if it were free to move and attack and defend. It hesitates, then pulls out its more impressive gun, the Sig Sauer, with the flesh hand. "If you can carry I can defend you," it says, an offer, before succumbing to the orders.

Then the nearest approaching spirit from the horde gets a bullet in the center of its chest, without the Soldier even looking at it. The darkness doesn't matter much when you can hear the feet in the grass.
martha_jones: ([military] on phone shock)

[personal profile] martha_jones 2019-11-16 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
Martha grips the first person next to her and looks out to the forest, to the things coming at them. She's afraid of them---of course she is, down to her very core---but she doesn't know anything about them. Not even a little bit.

What would the Doctor do? She knows what the Doctor wouldn't do.

"No guns," she says, firmly. "We don't know what they want yet. Put it away, help me with these people. We have to get them somewhere safe."
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[personal profile] mytearsaremine 2019-11-16 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
That's really cool. Where was your home?
worthallthis: (Default)

[personal profile] worthallthis 2019-11-16 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
"They're the green-eyes," the Soldier says, but it does put the gun away. Reluctantly and under registered protest. "They don't like us. They don't like anyone."

But between flesh arm and metal arm, the Soldier can carry two people easily: one over their shoulder and the other tucked under the metal arm. "Invincible is close. Kitchen would be easy to defend. Few windows." And because the Soldier is selfish, the ones they grab happen to be friends.

Give it permission to move to where it suggested, Martha, hurry up. The green-eyes are getting closer, and fast.
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[personal profile] daughteroflight 2019-11-16 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
A place called the Outer Zone, it's like a parallel world I guess. I always knew growing up in Kansas that I didn't belong there but...it was more than emo teen whining in my case.
mytearsaremine: (startled)

[personal profile] mytearsaremine 2019-11-16 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
Wow. How did you find out you belonged in another world? How did you even GET to another world?
daughteroflight: luchia13 @ lj (screaming at us "we don't need your kind)

[personal profile] daughteroflight 2019-11-16 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
It was complicated. I was having these dreams about a woman with lavender eyes telling me a storm was coming, then there was this tornado that I guess sucked me over to the O.z. Then it turns out lavender lady's my real mom, and the queen, and I started remembering all of it and yeah. It was complicated.
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cheryl blossom | riverdale

[personal profile] sweetwater 2019-11-16 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
1 - Sheer Heart Attack

Cheryl had rushed to follow the boy through the forest and into the abandoned house, but now she wishes perhaps she used more caution. She has no idea how they're going to get out of this one, but knows the idea will come to her. If she can fend off a serial killer, she can do anything. Cheryl lifts her chin and puts her hands on her hips, hoping to look as confident as she's pretending to feel.

"And what, pray tell, is the meaning of this?" she waves a hand at the gathered spirits, who only chant louder in response.

She glances to her companion. "Perhaps you can sway these spectres? It was your idea." It was Cheryl's idea to follow the boy, but who's keeping track of those kinds of details, anyway?

2 - Too Much Love Will Kill You

I'm thankful for so much. My diary is a true compendium of all moments I count among my blessings. Since you insist, I'll share a selection: I'm grateful for my Blossom genetics that have provided me with hair that's beautiful even in the most unpredictable of environments.

[ ...that's good enough, right? ]

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