TEST DRIVE MEME #8

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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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[uplifters]

Your standards must be astronomical. [ Not that Clark minds this, though, if the smile on his face—caught between fond (already) and amused—is any indication.

It’s all right that Bruce is some distance away. If that’s what makes him most comfortable, then so be it. Clark’s not much for wants or demands, and he’s fully content to remain where he is, sipping at his coffee and being surprised at how hot it is and not learning his lesson because he keeps sipping again anyway.

The silence is comfortable as it stretches between them, and Clark looks down at his coffee once it’s halfway full. He’s warmed up nicely now, both from the soup and the drink, and surely those two thing should be enough to energise a man to get up and go.

But he’s not sure, really, how long he’s welcome, and chances a glance Bruce’s way before he looks down at his coffee again, his thumb gently brushing against the side of it. ]

Um… [ His brows furrow slightly. ] Did you want me to s-stay? The whole night?

[ In a way he supposes Bruce’s behaviour had been leaning towards it, but Clark doesn’t want to assume. ]

[pearlstrings]

[They are. Though not on the subject of hosting- that, he suspects, will always be one of Alfred's preoccupations; worried about his public image, his family legacy, his true identity, Alfred's counsel has been an omnipresent warning to play the part. To remember that a mask isn't enough to protect the people he cares about. It's a thought for another time- a more private moment.

The cup sits between his palms as if he'd wanted something to warm his hands more than he wanted something warm to drink. This is partially true. In his experience, it's easier to convince someone to take care of themselves if a social precedent is set. He does not know Clark Kent, but his actions thus far suggest some lack of self-preservation. Bruce does not snort, but there's something in his expression as his eyes move away that suggests it anyway. This is becoming a habit.]

As I said, you can call it selfishness.

If there's anything you need during the night, you can message me on your tablet.
[His gaze flicks upward, to the vaulted ceilings and gallery room at large.]

The museum is large place.

hope this is ok!

[uplifters]

[ The gesture—that smooth roll of the eyes and the way Bruce looks away from him—is so familiar it almost makes Clark want to pull his glasses off in instinct.

Almost.

As it is, he only presses his lips together against a smile and nods his head. Selfishness is something he can indulge in, though he won’t necessarily call it that in his mind; Clark has a tendency to trust too easily and to believe in the best in everybody, and as such calls this a testament to the young man’s heart instead. ]

All right, Bruce. [ Clark finishes the last of his coffee, looks down at his empty mug, and then back up with a smile. ] I will.

I think I’ll just stay here. [ Another part of him wants to explore, to poke at things that aren’t any of his business, but Clark Kent is injured and tired and very, very human. He’ll file this away under things he wants to do later, maybe for the next time he comes here (and he will, if only to repay the debt he now owes). ] If that’s okay.

[ It probably will be.

In any case, the rest of the night (but it’s always night, isn’t it?) runs smoothly, and Clark does as he promised, staying in his seat with his blanket until he’s rested enough that typical humans wouldn’t feel like shit after. The position held that long makes his bones creak, but it’s a small price to pay. The only messages he ends up sending Bruce are May I know where the restroom is? and Thank you so much for letting me stay, Bruce. Hope you don’t mind if I let myself out, I didn’t want to bother. I’ll see you around. :-) with hours set between them.

Clark will clean up to the best of his ability before leaving—whatever it is Bruce doesn’t while he’s sleeping. He’ll find the blanket folded neatly on the seat and the thermos Clark had used washed in the kitchen area. ]