memesinthenight | 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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"Something else, huh?" he finishes with a bashful grin, to cut off any more stammering from the other man. "You're not from around here either, right? You're not acting like being caught in a snowstorm is just an inconvenience."

"God no," Steven says. "I'm from San Diego. California doesn't really get snow except in the mountains. I've only seen it on trips with my family and not for years. This is entirely new and terrible for me."

That makes the half-orc frown. "Can't say I've ever heard of San Diego before." As possibly evidenced by how he's perfectly mimicked the stranger's accent to say it. "Or California. That's not in Tal'Dorei, is it?"

Slightly rhetorical; he knows it's not.

"Uh no," Steven says, frowning. "North America. Where's Tal'Dorei?"

It sounds... honestly, he's no sure where it sounds like it comes from. Not anywhere he's heard of, though. And who hasn't heard of California?

"East of Wildemount," he says, but if he's feeling more uncertain about this conversation he's a lot better at hiding it than Steven. "It's a whole other continent, can't rightly say you'd miss it."

"I don't know any continents by either of those names," Steven admits. Oh hell, he thinks. This was a sort of afterlife place, wasn't it? Who said it was just the afterlife for one world.

He'd thought the other man was another Changeling, a strangely attractive Ogre, maybe, but what if-- what if he was from some other world?

"I guess you wouldn't have heard of the Americas, then."

He's certainly attractive, and humanoid, far moreso than any typical Changeling. If it weren't for the skin and ears, he could pass for one with pretty minimal effort.

"I can't say that I have, no." Okay good, they've reached the same page. Doesn't necessarily make it a pleasant one, still. "Name's Fjord."

True. For all Steven had known, he could have been a Fairest or an unfinished version of anything else that made you green.

"Steven," he says, leaving off the surname. He's not sure which one to give, anyway--his original, real name or the one that he'd adopted on the advice of the Winter Court.

Fjord glances back out the window behind him, just in case there's anything to see, but it's completely whited out.

"Well, looks like we're roomies for now, Steven. Think you'll survive?"

"Being roomies? Sure. It wouldn't be the first time I had to share living space with someone." He and the other five Changelings that had managed to make it out of Arcadia with him had been all stuffed into one tiny rented bungalow together, after all.

"The snow... that I don't know."

"Yeah, snow isn't my forte either," he admits. "All I know is being stuck out in that can not be good for someone."

Maybe Jester would enjoy it, but even that might be too vigorous for snowball fights.

"You'd probably freeze to death before long... and I don't want to know what happens when you die after you're already dead," Steven admits.

"What do you reckon the odds are that it's just layers of kidnapping sunless hells all the way down?" he asks flatly. But there's an undisguised sparkle of mischief in his eyes.

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