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TEST DRIVE MEME #8
TEST DRIVE MEME #8
Hello and welcome to the In the Night test drive meme for January! Thanks for your interest in our game! In an effort to streamline our application process and avoid future confusion between incoming and existing players, we will no longer have a reservation period. Applications open on January 22, and will be judged on a first-come, first-served basis.
While you're here...
- Take a look at our rules and faq pages to familiarize yourself with the game.
- Note that we have a (current) application cap of 16 apps this month for new players, as the game has a player cap of 70. 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!
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CAKE BY THE OCEAN
It's a brand new year, and with it, a brand new...you? Well, you are dead, but there's still plenty of ways that you can embrace the spirit of starting fresh, especially when it seems that the forest spirits have their own traditions that they're eager to share! If you've only just arrived, you may find yourself pelted with loaves of bread and accosted with noisemakers, or if you're a seasoned Beaconite, maybe you're wearily unsurprised to find strings of onions being placed around various doorways. Just another day in the afterlife. Best to go along with it, even if some of these practices seem to be somewhat chaotic. It's never a good idea to make the spirits mad, after all, and especially not when they're trying to show you...some sort of semblance of good will, you think. For the most miserable of souls, at least you can be comforted in the knowledge that it should all be over before the day is out.
This is a miniature version of the festivities present during this month's intro log!
I CAN'T FEEL MY FACE WHEN I'M WITH YOU
Winter has made its way to Beacon. It's fortunate that plenty of snow gear has been made available at the general store, so this is a great time for those with little-to-no experience with genuine snow to get out there and draw some angels or build forts for some playful snowball fights! At least...it is, at first. Linger too long and you'll find yourself caught in the middle of a raging blizzard that seems to have swept in out of nowhere. In an instant things seem to go from cold to freezing, and the need to get back inside where there's safety from the elements is pressing. Fortunately, you aren't alone. It might not be your usual residence, but more than one of you have tumbled into the same shelter, and will probably be stuck in there until the worst of the storm passes. No time to get to know each other like the present, right? Gotta break the ice somehow (haha).
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RUN BOY RUN
The changes in the weather isn't the only thing that residents old and new need to keep weary of. While a great many of the forest spirits remain generally friendly, traveling alone comes with its risks. There's always the possibility that you may encounter a creature that's less inclined to let you pass it by unscathed. And so it goes for you as you venture out into the trees with your lantern and torch in hand. Whatever reason you had for starting out alone, and whatever got you to this point, you've had to take shelter from a very, very displeased spirit. Maybe it has a body not meant for climbing, and you've scaled high up into a tree that it won't let you down from, or maybe you've taken shelter inside of a structure that it's too big to squeeze itself into. Whatever the case, it's clear that your pursuer isn't giving up the ghost (haha), and you'll need to contact someone for some form of help to get yourself out of this.
1000 FORMS OF FEAR
It's a normal day in Beacon...which means that something inconvenient at best and terrifying at worst must be just around the corner. Whether or not you're on edge about the relative calm, it doesn't seem that anything weird is happening...until you try and post to the network. No matter how many times you try, the message you intend to write erases itself. As if someone else has hacked into your tablet, a new message re-types itself in front of your eyes. One of your greatest fears or greatest regrets announces itself for all to see, and there's no getting rid of it. All attempts at getting rid of it are fruitless, and it doesn't seem that you can back out of the new post window now that you're here. Your only option now is to hit send. But, hey, your fellow residents are a pretty understanding lot. Maybe they won't hold whatever it is against you. Maybe you can explain it away. There's always lying, too, if you want to go that method of covering your tracks.
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Cassandra Palmer | The Cassie Palmer Series | cw: murder and dismemberment talk in 1000 forms
[ His eyes had flared emerald green.
She'd tracked his soul through the centuries and had finally found it. With Ares and Apollo battling around them, power flowing freely between Pritkin and herself, and Pythias from previous eras joining the fight... It was an intoxicating rush of success. And she'd ridden that success into the proverbial sunset, following her instincts to open a tear between the worlds and let some ghosts feast on the fighting Gods before they destroyed everything.
She'd literally crossed like 8 things off the to-do list for saving the world, had survived Jo and Ares and Nimue and a cacophony of Pythias thinking she was a rogue Acolyte. Of all the times in her life she'd have expected to die, this wasn't it. Seriously. On the upside, the kids had Tami and Marco and shelter at Dante's. She hoped Rhea would take over for her and that they'd at least have a nice funeral.
Fingers gently graze over the scar on her neck absentmindedly as she wanders around the festivities, two small circular punctures barely visible to the naked eye. Mircea. He would have been intrigued by this while Pritkin would have been trying every spell he knew to get home. The thought is enough to bring a smile to her lips, even if it's short lived.
Being dead sucked, but at least they were handing out free maybe champagne. Hair still slightly discolored from the soot, mud, and blood since she didn't exactly have access to her deep conditioner and full pamper session she always did after a harrowing time jump. Ignoring the one time the bathtub tried to kill her.
Deciding on a wish was easy enough, wanting nothing but a peaceful and prosperous future filled with joy and no pain for all of the orphans that were now part of her court. Swirling the ashes in the glass, she gives a nod to the person next to her - ready to cheers glasses if they have one. ]
Well, bottoms up.
1000 FORMS OF FEAR:
[ The idea had been simple enough, wanting to introduce herself the fastest way she knew how - mass text. But then it all starts going wrong and the more she types, the worse it gets. Deleting it isn't working. Blood pounds in her ears as she tries to turn it off, to no avail. Seeing no other option, she sends out a silent prayer that people won't ask questions and hits send. She couldn't risk it entering more considering she probably had a laundry list of things for it to choose from - thousands of regrets and failings on her part. Things she couldn't control, people she couldn't bring back - sacrifices made for the "greater good" whatever the hell that meant. Her stomach drops as she watches the message go through, broadcasting to everyone something she kept close to her chest. ]
I ratted out my vampire guardian to the FBI for smuggling because he killed my parents and trapped my father's soul so he could control me and my powers and his Master wouldn't do anything. I stupidly wanted justice. Tony killed the FBI agent I was working with and when I ran away he tortured and killed my Nanny because he thought she had helped me.
He left the pieces of her body for me to find and bury. I was 16.
1000 forms / @miguel
it's also absolutely horrifying — "left the pieces of her body to find". there's a question to that: where, but he's not really sure he wants to know the answer. that question, then, is mentally replaced by a handful of others, mostly amounting to what? and a less diplomatic version of come again?, but he settles on— ]
How old are you now?
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24. It was awhile ago. [ Life goes on, or went on? She's still super not sure how this all works with the death thing. ]
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[ miguel's not entirely sure what answer he was expecting. he's not really sure if he really thought the answer would make any of that better, because it doesn't. it doesn't exactly make it worse, it just helps sustain the overall horrifying weirdness of the original message. ]
For what it's worth, wanting justice isn't stupid.
[ he'd argue that how someone goes about it could be classed as stupid or misguided, but the general want? not so much. ]
I'm sorry it didn't work out for you.
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It's okay. And idk if this is as awkward for you as it is for me, but we can totally change the subject.
I'm Cassie.
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Miguel. Welcome to the afterlife, I guess. Or something that's masquerading as the afterlife.
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Also, gotta say as far as the afterlife goes, I don't understand how the Hells have more going on for them than this place.
[ They have sunlight, for one thing. ]
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I'm so sorry.
These devices are the worst, sometimes. I know you probably didn't mean to send it.
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How frequent is sometimes?
[ It's easy enough to play it off via text like it didn't get under her skin. Almost everything is easier without having to look in the eyes of the other person while spinning tales of deflective sarcastic bullshit. ]
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Every few weeks or so?