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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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...suppose you tried practising in here?
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Oh, yeah that's a good idea.
[Jason looks around. This isn't a matter of trying for power so much as seeing if he can change the temperature of the surrounding wind. His eyes land on the window and he stands back up. Easiest way to check for a change in temperature would be to see if he could warm up the window from a distance...maybe even see if it would be enough to melt the ice and snow piling up on the glass. Control will be key though because he doesn't want to break the glass.
Okay, Jason. Warm thoughts. California sun. Day on the beach. Southern breeze. Gentle.
As he thinks these things the air current in the room does seem to go up a bit and it shifts perceptibly to start blowing towards the window. It's as if a fan was suddenly turned on. Jason's hair and blanket ruffles and even he can feel the heat on his neck. He keeps it directed at the window, but he'd never really needed to be so gentle with his power before so he can't help but heat up and circulate most of the air in the room anyway.]
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Hoo! [ He's started to sweat, but he focuses a bit more on keeping their blanket from rising up and flying about with the wind that Jason's made. (And that's amazing! That he made it!) ] Wow!
Wow, this is-- well, gosh. I'd say this definitely works better than cuddling.
[ Maybe a little too well. Still, Clark isn't the type to mention that, and instead just puts a finger in the collar of his shirt to pull it from his neck. ]
Are you sure you've never done this before?
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[For a variety of reasons. He releases his control of the wind and while the warmth doesn't immediately dissipate, it does stop increasing. Jason crosses over and examines the window more closely. There's definitely moisture there and it's all fogged up, like he'd just breathed on it.
He supposes in a way that's what it was...jut on a massive scale. He smirks and, out of amusement, puts a finger to the glass and writes 'Jason and Clark were here.' A thought occurs to him and, as he explains the next bit, he doodles a storm cloud with his finger.]
I guess maybe on some scale I've done it though...since storms are usually made by hot air and cold air coming together.
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Oh, I’m glad you didn’t accidentally make a s-storm in here, then. [ What with the fact that this place they were holed up in has a considerably low temperature. When Clark gets to his feet the blanket is still around him, wrapped over his shoulders like a cape that drifts to the floor, and he comes around and watches the blizzard outside.
It’s strange to see all that snow and feel so warm. His gaze turns to Jason now, head tilted. ]
Will you clear the whole town with that?
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I'm not sure I can do quite that much. This place or something about this place has...limited some of my abilities.
[He already knew he couldn't get the winds to push him as high. He'd nearly passed out upon trying. It had made him nervous to try anything TOO big with the wind or summoning thunderstorms or really any kind of big weather event. He had been lucky that Kol had been there to catch him when he'd pushed himself too far.]
But, maybe I could offer a really weird snow removal service? Clear at least people's front doors or something a little bit at a time.
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Oh, if you’re going to do that… [ Clark’s perked up somewhat, though he does still seem a bit shy about speaking over-all. ] Well, I’d love to help, if I can.
Haven’t got much of a powerset, [ he pushes his glasses up his nose, letting out a ‘heh’ ] but I did all the shovelling back home in winter. ‘course you’d be doing most of the heavy work, but… [ He laughs a bit. ] I’d be happy to help pick up the p-pieces after.
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[Sure, it didn't take the whole cohort to clear up the pests at Camp Jupiter, but they still all did it together because it was a way to bond and the job didn't seem quite as bad when you were doing it with someone else.] Guess we'd have to find a shovel first...[He glances at the window.] No...I guess first we need to get out of here, huh?
[He shakes his head.] I am not used to weather like this.
totally good w/ handwaving shovelling stuff or timeskipping to post-storm, whichever!
Until then you ought to save your energy. [ He smiles, reaching out to put a firm hand on Jason's shoulder. Firmer than one would expect from someone so prone to stuttering, at least.
Clark's hand slips off, tucking itself away again into the blanket wrapped around himself. ] This place is warm enough for a nap... I can keep watch and, uh, let you know once the storm's passed.
we can do a timeskip if you wanna keep this going~
I might not fall asleep...but you probably have a point.
[Jason goes back to the blanket they'd spread out, flopping down so he can lean against the wall. He looks up at Clark.] Are you sure you'll be okay if I drift off though?
i'll wrap it up to prep for upcoming events w/o having a bunch of threads :x i hope ur cool w that!!
Like weapons. [ Although, given how soft his voice is and how generally mild-mannered he is, chances are Clark won't be able to wield any traditional weapons at all. ]
Rest well, Jason. You got a big day tomorrow. [ Pause. ] Later. [ Oh, he can't tell!
In any case, the weapon Clark ends up finding is a frying pan, which he does take with him in their quest to find a shovel (and frankly, locating one isn't so hard; they'd just chosen the wrong shelter to stay in). Jason's plan isn't bad at all, and given there aren't too many residents to begin with, the job itself goes relatively smoothly with the blizzard gone for good.
Clark makes sure to refine Jason's heat blasts with his superior shovelling skills every time. Mostly, he's just happy to help-- and even more so that he gets to do it with such a cool pal by his side. ]