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Test Drive Meme #7
TEST DRIVE MEME #7
Hello and welcome to the In the Night test drive meme for November! Thanks for your interest in our game! Reserves open on December 20, and applications open on December 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 2 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
MAGIC CASTLE IN THE LAND OF SWEETS
You wake up one morning to find that The Night Market has come to Beacon, rising from the depths of the lake to set up booths and stalls all around the square. As a market, they offer a variety of goods and services typically unavailable to the good people of Beacon. Lantern charms that grant special and boosted abilities? Check. Magical potions to imbue the imbiber with fun but temporary effects? Got 'em. Specialty goods from home? Can do. Cigarettes? You bet your buns. The only catch? It all comes at a price.
Accepted currencies at the Night Market include: Building and scrap materials, old tablets, old lanterns, captured forest spirits, torches, information, and most importantly... Plutonium. Of course, attempting to barter is always an option... but these currencies are your best bet for dealing with the various vendors offered by the Night Market.
And finally, if bartering isn't your speed, The Night Market has also brought with it a host of activities akin to a street festival. Warm up with a hot toddy or gourmet latte from the pop-up coffee booth, sample a treat from the candy shop, or win your bae a stuffed forest spirit or mechanical goldfish from the carnival games. Above all? Have fun!
This prompt is a mini version of the game's Pleader event.
BATTLE WITH THE (RAT) KING
Throughout the month, the residents of Beacon will discover that a familiar and not particularly wanted visitor has returned. Strangely, the creature appears to be incised by the holiday decorations that have been put up by those so inclined. It goes after any decoration it can, intent to rip them down, tear them, sometimes even run off in a tangle of garland. In particular, the Rat King goes into a frenzy any time it spies a nutcracker, and won't stop until it sinks its teeth into the wooden soldiers. It could be worse, you suppose. The thing doesn't seem to be paying mind to people unless they get in its way. Still, there are some residents that went to a lot of trouble to put this all together. Maybe you should help?
Or maybe you're scrooge and just want to watch the Rat King do its business. That's also fair. Just expect to get some coal in the secret santa exchange.
network prompts
MARCH OF THE TOY SOLDIERS
At some point while you were out and about, minding your own business, you find yourself in quite the troubling situation. All of a sudden, you're surrounded by what appears to be a small army of tin soldiers. The reality, of course, is that they're all somewhat small forest spirits that have decked themselves out in pieces of scrap that act as army-like uniforms, and not real toys at all...but still, the effect is unsettling. They're not all that threatening, really, aside from being creepy, but there are so many of them, and they hold sharpened, bite-sized spears that they keep trying to jab into you any time you try to move out of the circle they've made to sequester you.
Ultimately, you're able to more or less make out what they want: a ransom, of which they do not have the ability to properly communicate. They won't rest or let you go until you post of your plight on the network and give them what they want. You know, just, who knows what they actually want. That's still up for debate.
CHILDREN'S GALLOP
RINGLE DANGLE JINGLE JANGLE!
This is the nosie that greets you on an endless loop from the Bonfire Square. A small group of spirits have gathered there and set up what appears to be a donation pan, which they keep smacking and rattling as they provide all of Beacon with a rousing and unending set of holiday caroling. Unfortunately for everyone who isn't a spirit, this basically just sounds like coordinated screaming. And the screaming does not stop. Maybe for some of you, this would be easy enough to ignore in one capacity or the other, but it seems the spirits have accounted for this, and are very insistent on being given the attention their cheery efforts deserve.
Which is to say: throughout the day, everyone receives what is effectively spam emails to their tablet in the form of...very loudly written words. The emails pour in, over and over:
WE WON'T GO UNTIL WE GET SOME WE WON'T GO UNTIL WE GET SOME WE WON'T GO UNTIL WE GET SOME WE WON'T GO UNTIL WE GET SOME
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Data-Riku | Kingdom Hearts Coded
[You know what's interesting? Death. Death is interesting, because data doesn't die. Computers don't die. Neither of them require a lantern to...exist?
And yet here he is, apparently dead or deleted or whatever happens to digital constructs when they reach the end of their existence in one plane.
On the plus side, there don't seem to be many ill effects to being 'dead'...except that there are feelings like 'wet', 'cold', and 'hot', even if he doesn't feel them exactly like a normal person. Which is why he's standing nearly in the Bonfire, because it's super interesting that his hand is practically touching the flames and yet he's not sweating because of it. Fascinating. Where is Rastus when you need him?]
B: Now with less fire
[Also interesting is the lanterns! One might be approached by this digital teenager for a conversation--or rather, he's more interested in their lantern, but conversation isn't bad, either.]
Do you mind if I make a sketch of your lantern?
Toy soldiers
[He's never been held hostage by a small tin army. It's not something that's ever been a high priority, and he can safely say that it still isn't. He would very much like to leave this patch of ground, but it's difficult when his ankles get stabbed each time he tries.]
Has anyone managed to successfully fend off the metal spirits? You can't walk or jump past them; they're surprisingly fast. I only stepped outside my cabin for for a minute.
B
What kind of stupid—
[ The snarl is half formed on his lips, and dies when he turns around to set his eyes on... not Riku. Vanitas reels. Not by stepping back, but by pulling himself up to his full height— open surprise shattering the prepared caustic expression on his face. That replica... he hadn't exactly been close with him. They certainly hadn't been on what Vanitas would have considered a first name basis, even if he knew the guy's chosen moniker. But— ]
Dawn?
[ But that isn't right, either. Dawn's darkness had a specific feel, too, and this guy feels like— mostly nothing. Vanitas' chin drops and his eyes sharpen, shock quickly giving way to suspicion. ]
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Vanitas' stance is not very friendly, and it throws him for a loop. He can see a tiny bit of Sora in him, in his hair mostly, but the rest of him is more like Sora before he himself revealed his face. If he had to compare it to anything, he'd choose the Roxas he'd discovered hiding in an unknown partition of his own data.]
I can find someone else if you want.
[Except now he's interested in this vague Sora-ness Vanitas seems to possess and is rethinking the lantern idea.]
Dawn? No, I think you've confused me with someone else.
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Vanitas is the spitting image of Sora— what sets them apart is Vanitas' very make up. His hair is black like the darkness he wields, and the very essence of him radiates a sense of aggression and threat. That deep despair of Darkness that used to make the real Riku wrinkle his nose at the scent of. Vanitas' expression is one that Sora would probably never wear— pinched and cruel, and in this moment, almost angry in it's suspicion. His eyes yellows gleam in the firelight. ]
What are you?
[ He starts forward, reaching one hand out with the intent to grab this doppelganger by the lapel of that uncannily familiar coat. This Riku could have been the replica he knew, the one his Master had pressganged into one of the Thirteen vessels, but he lacks the sort of darkness Vanitas can track. ]
You aren't the replica I know.
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He doesn't know much about the rest of the Organization, either, despite wearing their uniform. It's very good to have when one wants to remain anonymous, though.]
I wouldn't call myself a replica, no. I'm...this might sound strange, but normally I'm a book. And this form is an avatar I took when I was digitized.
[This totally makes sense.]
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He hoists the stranger forward and onto his toes. They're very close to the fire, which might not be dangerous, if this altercation were with anyone but Vanitas. ]
All I hear is that you look like Riku, but you aren't him.
[ Vanitas' grip flexes, tightening in the jacket and making it squeak. ]
Give me one good reason I shouldn't get rid of you right now.
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I'm not, no.
[He's very aware of the fire nearby, and has to wonder if Vanitas is capable of lifting him or if he'd simply push him if he were to go through with his threat.]
Why would you? Because I'm not Riku?
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LMF...
[ It's a declaration more than anything, and his arm flexes as he reels this Riku closer to him, his bicep flexing with the movement, forcing his weight onto his toes. Throwing this guy around like a doll wouldn't be difficult. Vanitas has much more strength than his short stature would suggest, it's just hidden under his thick jumper. ]
One of you is more than enough to deal with.
c:
It's hard to stand the way he's being forced to, the grip on his coat and his nearly equally tight grip on Vanitas' arm the only things keeping him from tripping forward into Vanitas.]
That doesn't make sense.
[It's a strike against him if he looks like Riku, and a strike against him if he just looks like Riku. It's an automatic judgment against him, both unfair and confusing and something he can't really logic his way out of.
So he's just going to try to take advantage of his forced proximity to Vanitas and use his free hand to try punching the guy in the face as hard as he can.]
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It means when he straightens back around, he's tonguing his lip, where he'd caught it on his teeth and split it. There's a spark in his eyes, then; lighting the gold of them up in the glow of the bonfire next to them. ]
That self righteous attitude... are you sure you're not Riku?
[ His sleeves are long, and he pushes them up to his elbows, baring forearms littered with battle scars. The cuffs cinch his arms but the jumper is so baggy it still hangs almost humorously. Or it would be if the look on his face wasn't so vicious. ]
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Probably not. That'll just give Vanitas a better reason to harass him sometime in the future. So after quick deliberation, he decides to stay, ready for another punch if necessary.]
I'm very sure. [Though he can't argue with the attitude comment. Sorry Riku.] If we're going by appearance, does that mean I should call you Sora?
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a.
[ he's been here before, arrived with the first wave of newcomers to beacon what feels like months ago before he'd given up his life again. he knew what he was getting into back then and he had no regrets, but what he didn't expect was to end up back here again. it's funny in a way, how he can't seem to kick it completely.
but more importantly, he doesn't know who this riku is. it's not the darker version of him that he had taken the life of back at the keyblade graveyard — he still remembers that too, even if that also feels like a lifetime ago. but that version had longer hair and yellow eyes, and maybe that's all the difference he really needs to determine this one isn't an immediate threat. besides, his darkness isn't the same and that's enough for him. ]
It's the only light they've got here. It doesn't get replaced.
lol I need better icons
I won't. I don't know if I'd be able to reconstruct my hand if something happened to it.
[He knows vaguely of the replica. He doesn't know all the details, like why he was created in the first place and who exactly did create him, only what Sora's group experienced and what Naminé added. What went on in Castle Oblivion is largely a mystery except that Naminé was there, Sora was there, Roxas might have been there, and the Organization did things.
Thanks, Naminé.]
It's strange for an entire world to rely on one fire for all its light. I hope it's hard to extinguish.
B
[Her lantern? Why that? Well... She doesn't really mind..?]
Uh.. Sure? But why? [Don't worry about the fact that her lantern is very pink and star shaped.]
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They're interesting. I've never seen one like yours.
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Oh, that's fair. I like the way yours looks too.
[Of course she'd get a pink lantern, but she likes it.]
@langit; Toy Soldiers
you okay
[ ... He may be already getting off his butt to see if he can find this person and help. ]
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Mostly metal. I think they're wearing armor.
I'm not hurt.
[Not badly, anyway. He's been jabbed a couple times by now.]
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you said you live in the cabins?
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Right. One of the smaller ones.
If you come over, you might want to put some armor on your ankles.
[His tone is attempted joking, but it's hard to tell.]
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[ Telling tone over the internet is very hard. For Sora? It's impossible. He is going to take OP very seriously! ]
omw
i got like three pairs of socks and some cardboard on
we got this
RACES IN HERE
He tries to make time to stand in the light of the bonfire, for the warmth now more than ever, but for the firelight on his skin and in his eyes.
He comes up on the opposite side, beginning to circle around, when he sees a familiar face - he doesn't even recognize the coat, not right away - and he springs into action because he's too close to the fire. ]
Dawn?! Get a grip! You wanna get burnt to a crisp?
[ No, that isn't possible, he buried him, he can't be here, unless-- no, that's gotta be it, he's hallucinating again. ]
laughs HI
Speaking of appearances, a familiar face has just appeared (and yelled) and while he doesn't exactly startle like a normal person would, he drops his hand and steps back from the flames quickly enough.]
I wasn't going to stick my hand into the flames. [If he knew how to use 'duh' properly, it would be there.] ...Riku?
[He's probably not capable of hallucinating himself, so he's assuming this person who looks and sounds very much like him is in fact the real Riku. Which is kind of awesome; he's wanted to meet the real Riku since he adopted him as his avatar.]
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Dawn had looked like he could be his younger brother but his mannerisms, his body language, all of it was distinct and different. The same is true of this black-coated figure, and, immediately recognizing the nuance, Riku's expression blanks out to watchful neutrality.
It's not him.
He feels... strange. Sad, he thinks. And a little relieved, because through the pain he felt in his heart when a part of it was torn from him, he also experienced some of Dawn's peace when it was finally ending. Wherever he went, it didn't seem like it was bad. He steps back. ]
...Who are you?