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TEST DRIVE MEME #9
TEST DRIVE MEME #9
Hello and welcome to the In the Night test drive meme for March! 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 March 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 15 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 top-leveling is not limited to new characters! If current players wish to post a starter, 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).
- If you haven't already, please take a moment to look at our announcement regarding changes to the application cycle, which involves information concerning the 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
DANCING QUEEN (cw corpses)
When the ferry chugs up to the dock, its speakers are crackling with a happy song. What a fun way to bring in all the newcomers! Except... goodness, what's that terrible stench? The ferry docks and lowers its gangway as per usual, but the ship is quiet. No newcomers flock to the deck to disembark, and instead, the faint sound of buzzing flies can be heard over the breeze.
Boarding the ferry quickly reveals the source of the flies: decaying bodies, dozens of them, are littered throughout the ship. Some lie in bunks and could be asleep if it weren't for the rot, and others are strewn throughout the cargo hold and the deck. There are no lanterns among them, and there aren't any signs of fighting or struggle around the ship. Inspecting the bodies (if anyone seriously wants to do that) won't yield any definitive answers in terms of cause of death, but, oh. Though it's difficult to tell at first glance due to the decay, these bodies... They're residents of Beacon.
Maybe you find your friend or yourself or, oh, there's Rastus! And Robin! The gang's all here, albeit disgustingly—and Dancing Queen crackles over the speakers. Welcome, welcome!
—but before the ferry departs again, the corpses start to move. Moving about the ship, someone might first hear a sigh, or a sputter, or a little laugh, and maybe it could be brushed off as a trick of the mind until the bodies stand, hoisting themselves up with whatever limbs they have left, and drag themselves toward the deck. One by one, they slip clumsily over the railing and back into the lake, but not before they drop their disguises and slowly contort back into their usual forest spirit bodies (source).
Ugh. Frickin' spirits.
WELCOME TO OUR GAME: INTO THE DARK
In spite of the strange occurrences starting off the month, there's still work to be done in Beacon. Or perhaps it's precisely due to this that Rastus calls for the attention of anyone who will listen as they pass by his station at the bonfire. All but shoving a torch in your hand, he requests that you place it around one of the many locations that could use a source of light! A lot of new places have been discovered recently, after all.
In the event that you choose to choose to play with this prompt as game canon, please remember to report where you choose to place a torch on the item request page so the setting can be updated accordingly! For incoming players, this can be reported retroactively!
These efforts would be a great service to the community at large; Rastus reminds everyone that while the bonfire is a finite resource, it's still a resource that's meant to be utilized.
network prompts
IF YOU DIE IN THE GAME YOU DIE FOR REAL
Not long after the ferry shows up with, uh, no people and a whole lotta corpses (that turn out to be forest spirits playing a very uncool prank), Robin makes a post to the network!
Oh holy god uhhhh OK so no idea what's going on with the ferry this month, wow. Data from the portal is saying nobody new came through, so... nothing to worry about!!! Probably!! I really don't know anything more than you guys right now but I'm gonna get in touch with Dr. Solis. She'll have a better idea of what's going on than me. I'll get back to you all as soon as we figure out what's up.
In the meantime..........!!! I thought it might be fun to play some games to get our minds off stuff? How about hangman! Here's how to play if you don't know!
She attaches a little set of instructions for any characters not in the know. Fun stuff!
But, uh oh. If you get a letter wrong, you'll notice it's getting just a bit more difficult to breathe... Is the air particularly heavy today? Allergies, maybe? No, the feeling only gets worse as the game continues, each incorrect guess tightening an invisible noose around your neck.
The only way out is through, it seems, as nothing provides any relief save for winning a game. But what happens if you lose...?
(If asked, Robin also has no idea what's up with that. Heck! Maybe it's the lanterns acting up again? In any case, the weird hangman curse will resolve itself within a day or two.)
PARTICIPATION FOR CLOWNS
All at once, a notice arrives in everyone's inboxes. It appears to be some sort of strange attempt at a bingo card! It would, potentially, be a mystery as to who crafted this and, well, exactly what it's supposed to mean, were it not for the underlying message that accompanies it.
The real problem here being, of course, that the librarian's apparent game is a bit, well, difficult to understand. Well, it's possible that it won't require any stringent rules. Ultimately, those who bring in a bingo card that has a row of marks in any particular fashion will receive a free gift compliment of the spirit as a way to promote the library. There might be some fabric missing where the shirt has been bitten into, but, hey, nobody's perfect.
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Pudding Charlotte | One Piece
"Uuuuggghhhhh....."
There's one of those groans, just before the ferry's supposed to leave. This corpse doesn't look familiar? As she creaks onto her feet, tattered wedding dress tangling at her ankles, her veil falls off, disheveling her hair and mussing her bangs. When it does, this corpse appears to have an obvious cause of death. A perfectly round hole in the center of her forehead, a good inch across under torn skin. (A perfectly round hole, smooth on the visible edges. Hmm.) As you approach, she looks up, frowning, a big bloodless rip across one of her lips.
"This won't do... Everything's dirty and smells..."
[ feel free to make this prompt a "what kind of weird circumstance was that?" situation if you wanna keep CR from it! ]
II. Into The Dark
"Ah! Oh! Um - I'm afraid I don't really know my way around very well yet - "
But now there's a torch in her hands regardless. While Pudding seems unsure, she at least seems confident in how to hold and carry the torch itself: her hold isn't awkward or clumsy, or alternately too-tight. "Umm..." She turns toward the nearest person, all bright smiles and peppy demeanor despite the strangeness of the situation. "Excuse me! Sorry to bother you! Um, Mr. Rastus? I think his name was? Wanted me to light up somewhere new... would you mind walking with me? This is a strange place to be going around all by myself without knowing where anything is..."
III. IF YOU DIE IN THE GAME -
[ ooc: no courier, please! I'm dyslexic ♥ ]
[ and let's add a twist: if your character guesses a letter right, Pudding is the one whose throat feels a little tighter. how's that gonna go~? ]
@ purin
Oh, I have one for people to guess!
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
N S REven a few starting hints! Anyone want to play with me?
IV. JUMP HAPPY LOVE UNDER BRIDGE
@ purin
Did anyone else receive a copy of that strange bingo card? I'm afraid I'm new here. Would "tall lit house" be lighthouse, perhaps? Is there a greenhouse? Might anyone know what a golden dog man may be here? I'd certainly like to help anyone else if their cards look different! It seems fun! If odd.
V. Go Log-Wild
[ or network-wild, I'm not your mom. ]
[ feel free to throw anything at me! I'm available by PM or at
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Having prioritized checking for life signs first, and then gathering food and equipment second, Rosinante has just now collected his package from Pluto, which she's kindly even signed with a short note this time. Judging by the height of the stacked papers, yeah, he does owe her. No doubt.
About to turn to leave, though, he hears a voice. How - he hadn't seen a lantern in all this mess, so how is it that he'd missed someone? Her appearance doesn't bother him, for coming in disheveled and bloody is typical for everyone here. It's the fact that someone is here at all that catches him off-guard, and he staggers backwards and falls on his ass with the bundle of newspapers in his arms. But, as always, he gets back up quickly enough.
"Were you - Um, here, follow me. You must have just gotten here." She does have a lantern, right? It isn't like the spirits to mimic human speech so fluently.
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( prompt iv! un: daylit. )
But to answer your questions: Yeah! The 'tall lit house' would be the lighthouse! Can't miss it for miles. And we recently discovered a greenhouse, so I think its location would be highlighted on the map app on the tablet. If it hasn't been yet, I can take you to it.
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Rosinante | OTA
The smell that wafts through the harbor makes him gag, and he stops in his tracks and eyes it cautiously from the pier. He knows the smell of the dead well enough, but it's been quite some time since he had to experience it at this strength. The volume of bodies it implies is awfully foreboding, and where are all the newcomers? Usually by now they're pressed against the rails, looking to get off and find out where they've landed. This time, there's nobody.
The ferry creaks as he steps onto the deck and there, he sees, are the people - all dead, presumably, but he's not going to stare and assume. Quickly, he ties his scarf around his mouth to keep out the choking smell as best he can, and then:
1. If you're here to help, he waves you over. "We need to search them," he says, voice muffled. "Check for breathing. A pulse. Quickly." Robin better have a goddamned explanation for this.
2. If you're new and hidden among the bodies, his eyes widen on detecting movement. "Are you all right?" he asks cautiously.
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There's one that has Misty's long blonde hair, one with Crowley's gangliness, and if Rosinante gets to the point of checking the cabins, one with Soldat's metal arm. Maybe there's even one as tall as Rosinante himself around here somewhere.
Sound familiar, Rosi? Soldat'll get there, remembering his message on the network months and months ago, but right now they're still kind of in shock, the metal arm making small ratcheting soudns like it's ready for combat even though there's none to be found.
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Ephrim | Friends at the Table: Seasons of Hieron
"No, er. Please, I'm afraid you're quite mistaken, I've just arrived, I - oh. All right." And Ephrim, still shivering in his gardening gear, dressed for an eternal summer instead of a chilly spring, will stand there, watching as the strange bird creature shuffles off. Did... Did Fero make that creature? He thought Fero had wandered off long ago. Fell asleep. (Perhaps he'd made the birdman in his dreams. Ephrim wouldn't put it past him.)
But now he's in something of a quandary. He's got this torch and a task to put it somewhere without light, which is fine, but he'd set down his lantern to take the torch from the bird and does not have a spare hand to pick it up again. His right sleeve is pinned back to his elbow. He doesn't think he can ask the plants growing from the stump of his missing hand to create an appendage he can hang his lantern on. He's pretty certain that's not how the Spring works.
He looks around himself a bit helplessly before nudging the lantern with his toe to the side of the path, safe from anyone who might accidentally kick it over. There. Safe for now.
He turns, holding the torch high, and begins to walk away from his lantern. He won't go far. He just needs to find an unlit area and set the torch there, right? He might lose sight of his lantern, but he'll remember where it is. He'll be right back.
( 2. if you die in the game you die for real. )
@ ephrim
how does one capitalize letters with this device. how does one access the question mark.
( 3. participation for clowns. )
He's still in the post office, staring at the little card, the note pinned between his right arm and his body and his square metal and glass lantern sitting on the counter. Why exactly does he have a post office box here? When did this get arranged? Who arranged it? He doesn't like it. The invasion of his privacy hikes his shoulders up, tense.
Eventually, he'll spot someone innocuous looking nearby, perhaps with a card of their own, and he'll nod his head in greeting. His eyes are a clear dark brown, but they catch orange in the light. "Excuse me." He gestures to them with the card, a touch bewildered. "I have no idea what this is. Do you?"
( 4. wildcard. )
[ will match format. ephrim was a post-fantasy mage paladin, then a prince, then a baron, then a king. now he's a somewhat depressed and very burnt out hedge witch of little consequence. if you'd like to contact me for planning, please dm this journal! plurk available on request. ]
3
Do you think anything in this place makes sense? Ignore it.
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2 @ flowers
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omfg
his inner shitpost is there she just hit it early
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ventus | kingdom hearts
â–¸ BINGO BONGO ( un: ven )
â–¸ WILDCARD
Into the dark (a)
No. She hasn't ever met him before but she knows his name from speaking to Terra. It's Ventus. The boy who had been hidden at the center of Castle Oblivion while he slept.
Naminés heart jumped to her throat and at first she thought to turn away and to find Sora but then she sees Ven walking towards the edge of the woods. No. The parade is there! She dashes forward before she has time to think and reaches Ventus before he disappears into the tree line.]
Wait!
[Small fingers curl around his arm as heavy breaths fall from her lips.]
Don't go in there. It isn't safe.
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BINGO BONGO; @langit
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eira eirlys. | original.
[ urgh- this is most unfortunate. only the fates would find it funny enough to see eira squished between a pile of dead bodies.
eira is struggling to pull herself out from the aforementioned pile but hasn't had much luck just yet; she's flailing in the mess of rot and flesh, really. what an awful set of circumstances to be in, she thinks with mild annoyance. this smell will be awful to get out of her clothes.
ah... is that someone entering the room she's in? eira has to hope so, or she might be stuck here for quite a while. ]
Excuse me- Excuse me- I apologise for how demanding I maybe but is someone out there?
[ it takes her some wriggling and manoeuvring between the bodies that are pressing down on her from all sides but- a small, porcelain hand manages to stick out, just enough to (hopefully) be noticed as eira waves it about. ]
If you could take the time to help me out- I'll be very grateful.
ii;; log prompt: give a hand.
[ eira likes being helpful. it's the reason why she exists.
even if her alexander seer isn't here with her - and she does hope he's safe and sound, back in their world - eira wants to be a productive individual in this new town she's in. it is, after all, the best way to ensure her survival when you're a china doll.
perhaps that's why she took it upon herself to carry a torch towards the direction of the greenhouse, determined to place it there to ensure it's status as somewhere safe. that'll be a good first step, she supposes, and, in theory, it should be easy to do.
if you weren't a china doll, that is. because it's becoming very clear, very quickly, that carrying both the torch and her lantern is not easy on the little doll. especially when she begins to sway a big, struggling with her balance. oh dear- there she goes, stumbling again.
maybe someone should step in. before she drops the precious torch by accident. ]
iii;; network prompt: ring ring. (username: e.eirlys).
[ a very formal announcement/request pops up on the network app, reading more like a document than a text message: ]
Hello,
After receiving a strange bingo card and seeing that it involves an activity that requires knowledge of this place, I would like to make it known that I'd like to participate in this event. It'll be nice to have a chance to get to know the long-term residents of Beacon better and to meet my fellow new arrivals.
If anyone is interested in working together to solve this bingo, please reply here. We can make arrangements on how we can help each other and where to meet and other such important details.
Thank you for reading this message. If you have any concerns or comments concerning my message or anything else, please leave a reply in my inbox. I'll do my best to get back to you soon.
Regards,
E. Eirlys.
iv;;; wildcard!!
[ want to do something else? feel free to do it here! also, you’re welcome to hit me up/plot with me via my plurk prognostic if there’s something specific you want. ]
I.
Did anyone arrive alive? He tries not to look too closely at the bodies -- afraid of what or more specifically who he might see -- and instead focuses on movement or obvious crates of supplies. Get in, get out, go take a bath.
He almost misses the voice coming from one of the rooms, but he stops and listens.
He just manages to hear the 'someone out there,' and takes a few steps back to find the room. He holds his lantern up, peering inside.
This is a very twisted game of Marco Polo. Jason steps over one corpse, stretched out across the door, and starts to make his way over.]
I'm here. Give me a second.
[He almost misses the movement too, the hand is so small, but the voice helps.
The light catches on...not skin. Glass? No, what's it called. Porcelain? But it's moving so that has to be the source. Right? More weirdness then, though after sharing Sora's memories of toys that are alive he's a little more prepared for it.]
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Zelda | Breath of the Wild
[II] Into the Dark
[III] Participation for Clowns
[IV] Wildcard
I
Seeing his own corpse, lying where he'd chosen to sit when he'd arrived, makes him queasy.
It's not real...it can't be...
He's still looking over his should at his own remains as he ventures out on to the deck and collides with a young woman in white.]
Whoa! Sorry...
You...probably don't wanna go up there.
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Coraline Li | Original
[ She takes the torch from the birdman with a nod before walking off. She’s not sure she’s super qualified for choosing where to place a portion of the town’s limited lighting, but it is a good opportunity to explore what’s available. So feel free to find her wandering around just staring at things! She’ll be spending a particularly long time at the Town Hall, trying to piece together what the fuck is going on via a combination of the New Arrival Guide, Logbook, and any random bits of information lying around.
As deep in concentration as she seems though no matter where she is, if you get close enough, she’ll give a small greeting. Show that your presence is known. Just in case. ]
Hey.
Participation for Clowns
[ Like many others, Coraline is also staring quizzically at the strange Bingo card they’ve been given. Some of them seem to be references to locations, though the only one she really gets is that Tall Lit House probably stands for Lighthouse. Everything else?
???????????
So might as well ask the network! ]
u think they’d care if we just like, randomly marked shit?
Into the Dark
He pops his chin up at her without removing his hands from his pockets. Very classic dudebro. ]
'Sup?
Participation for Clowns @daydreams
Seth Rim | Original Character + Previous Game Memories
[ooc: corpse content warning and swearing.]
That was all that Seth was able to say as the thick stomach sickening decay filled his nose. He's smelled some horrible stuff in the past but nothing like this. He had a lantern held in his hand and he lifted it only once to see one of the still bodies splayed across the deck.
"Gross..." The music somehow made the sight worse that it would have been otherwise. It was too cheery.
He turned away and the body took that moment to begin to move, crawling grotesquely towards the edge of the ship while laughing maniacally. Seth was accustomed to nightmares but this was still incredibly unsettling. He watched the creature and then turned and left the ship and the dock behind him.
"Some welcome."
Oh, it's raining… bonfire
[ooc: blood content warning and swearing because Seth is Seth and testing boundaries.]
Seth was an old soul, he had experienced harsh weather in the past but something was different this time. He felt it. His form wasn't the magical spirit vessel that he was accustomed to. His brow furrowed together as he inspected his own form and then the area around him. He felt his magic rise to the palm of his hand but the usual golden glow was dulled.
"Well fuck me."
He groaned and walked over to the fire. It was drizzling but the bonfire was somehow unaffected.
Strange.
Seth reached out with his palm and quickly slid it along the jaggad metal of his lantern. Bright scarlet dropped from his palm, sending flecks of blood onto the ground and into the roaring fire next to him. "How the hell?" How is it? In death, he had been given a purely physical form? Was he no longer a spirit? Could he return to his world of dreams? Had he lost who he was? Did he have to sleep now?
He completely forgot that he was bleeding because that suddenly felt incredibly unimportant.
He was in more trouble than he first thought.
Network; Bingo Card
Is this normal?
First a hangman game of pain and death and now bingo. Something terrible is going to happen again, isn't it?
[He really has no idea how to react.]
Wild Card;
Seth is technically CRAU-ed from his last game but that only affects his development, he won't know anyone in game because he's 1000+ years old and tends to forget people unless he forms a special bond with them which is currently 3 people from his canon (all OCs obviously) and 3 people from Genessia (Futaba Sakura & Kirika Yuumura/Noir & Shi Yamato). I will make sure I don't mess up the AU rules but I don't think that'll be an issue on this test drive and I need to reread them again.
His lantern will likely be this but made of black iron and nickel.]
Sora (CRAU) | 1 & 3 OTA
He didn't think he'd have to take out that old Key bandana again, but one whiff of the ship has him scrambling for the red square of fabric from where he tied it on his backpack, knotting it over his nose and tucking it under his chin. One might be forgiven for not recognizing him at all; with the hood up and the bandana on, the only thing visible are his eyes, keyhole pupils sliced through blue, and his hair, which pokes out from under the hood.
He isn't too keen on the dead bodies at all, even if the Black Pearl was once covered in them, but after getting one good look at the corpses and seeing that they're corpses of Midge, of Cao Pi, of Xayah, of Link, he strongly considers giving his quest up as a loss and getting off the ship to get some reassurance that his friends are okay.
Unfortunately, that's not in the cards for him. On he goes, down into the bowels of the ferry.
a. If he spots anyone moving among the corpses, he'll make his way over, looking the newcomer up and down. "Hi. Sorry, things aren't usually like this. Let's get you out of here."
b. He's really trying his very best to get down to the hold, but he had to ignore Misty's body up on the deck, and just passed Jason's body two doors ago, glasses askew, then had to turn away so he didn't have time to see if that little glint of light was just a part of the ship or Soldat's metal arm, only to open his eyes and see pale ankles with blue sandals on their feet poking out from the doorway down the hall. He has to pause and lean against the wall after that one, catching his breath like he's running a marathon, which is difficult when this entire place smells like the death and lakewater.
He spots someone else in here and smiles weakly, forgetting that his mouth is covered at the moment. "You good?" Easy ways to forget your own anxieties, part one: worry about someone else.
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@ langit
hey so the ferry is kind of covered in dead bodies right now so if you want to get something from the hold and don't wanna mess with how janky it is in here
i'm already in here
tell me your name and where to meet you and i'll bring your stuff out
( 2. sora's room; backdated to 02/24; closed to naminé. )
[ Sora's eyes flutter open, the stone still in his hand. Nothing to cry about in that one, just good things. He finally remembers the name of that red-headed mermaid princess and her prince and all of those songs he thought he'd never hear again. It's worth the leaden feeling in his limbs from being asleep more than awake for the past two days and change. He missed her. He misses everyone. ]
Hi. How long was that one? [ His voice is soft and a little crackly. He was out for about three and a half hours for Atlantica, but compared to the days he would have had to be unconscious to do this on his own, it's a fair price. It's also almost lunch, and they've been at this all morning. They're both probably hungry. ]
( 3. wildcard. )
[ will match format! visual and basic info about sora's crau here. he's a nineteen year old cyborg from new jersey but everything else is sora! if your character needs a way to get to the landmark, or if you want to get landmark cr, sora is the type to open with a friendly hello. if you need to plan a more specific starter or have any questions, please dm this journal! plurk available on request. ]
2. sora's room;
A couple of hours. [She smiles down at him.] How do you feel? I can get you some water.
[Naminé gently moves her hands back to her sides and watch as Sora came too. Her stomach growled a little bit but she ignored it. She's used to not eating and it's easy to forget.]
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Caduceus Clay | Critical Role C2
though there is the OBVIOUS one))A. Dancing Queen
[A 7 foot tall humanoid (re: firbolg) with a mane of pink hair stands amidst a room full of bodies. Strangely enough he doesn’t necessarily seem disturbed by being in a room full of rotting corpses, just very contemplative. He hums as he moves about the bodies, sometimes matching the melody playing over the radio, but not always..]
That’s 13...plus the five in the room next door. Oh, and I can’t forget about the 20 below.
[He shakes his head, backing out of the room. He carries with him a staff that currently has a lantern hanging from it. The lantern looks like it’s made of wood and paper -- several pink and purple orbs float around inside like fireflies.]
This is going to take me more than one go round.
[He stops at the next doorway and notices EVEN MORE BODIES lying still inside.]
All right. How many?
B. Into the Dark
[As the chatter around the bonfire continues, you’ll find yourself approached by a tall and lanky humanoid -- a firbolg -- with bright pink hair and kind features. He will make sure you aren’t currently engaged in a conversation and bob his head in greeting. In one hand he bears a torch, lit from the bonfire, and a staff that supports his lantern in the other.]
Hello. I hate to be a bother, but it would seem that Mr. Rastus has tasked me with taking one of these torches into the woods. I’m not necessarily accustomed to traveling alone. Would you mind keeping me some company?
[If you hesitate, he’ll add.]
I promise to repay you for any trouble this may cause.
III. Participation for Clowns (username: misterclay)
[Someone showed Caduceus how to use the tablet!]
Would someone be so kind as to explain what this card game entails exactly? I don’t frequent libraries as much as some friends of mine, but this seems like such a nice game.
Are we supposed to find the items? If so, I see plenty of leaves...but are they looking for a particular leaf? The same goes for the rock I suppose. Otherwise I’m afraid I’m terribly lost here.
IV. Wild
mother[Poking at stuff with his staff and sipping tea in various places. Come chat with the cleric.]
( prompt iii! un: daylit. )
[ the voice from the other individual is cheery and upbeat, though there's a strange sort of feedback in their voice that doesn't seem to be the fault of the tablet. hm. ]
I think the Librarian wants us to find locations they're hinting to with their clues. Like- For example- 'Tall lit house' means the lighthouse, of course. Once you figure that out, you can shade in the 'tall lit house' box to show you got it.
It's just very... um... what's the word that starts with an 'e'? That means only known by a handful? Esoetic? Something like that.
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Getaway | Transformers IDW: Lost Light
[A very large 20~ ft robot stands listlessly by the pile of bodies. Getaway's not quite sure of anything yet. He feels queasy, disoriented. And somehow not because of the large stinking pile of organic corpses. Because he has nothing better to do, he kneels down to look at them. If he were a better person he might think something like "Oh! What a tragic waste of life! What a disgraceful way to treat the dead!" But really what's annoying him is that someone was inconsiderate enough to leave their giant pile of dead bodies lying around.
At least Getaway had put his away nice and neat.]
Gross.
[Getaway mutters disinterestedly.]
In the Dark
[Being eaten alive and turning up in a place like this doesn't leave someone feeling very charitable, so Getaway doesn't even pretend to do what he's told. Instead, he gathers a couple of torches, juggling them irreverently like matchsticks as he wanders around. In fairness, he's a very good juggler.]
In the Dark
Without the Magnus Armor, his footsteps do not ominously approach him from behind, but the sound of breaking twigs notify his presence once he is close.]
Stop that at once.
Re: In the Dark
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Fitz Kreiner | Doctor Who expanded universe
"Er...ta," Fitz says and flashes Rastus an uncertain grin as he accepts his torch. Juggling it with his lantern he finally strikes a balance and turns away from the bonfire, striking out with what he thinks looks like confidence.
This lasts until he gets a short way down one of the trails, where his saunter turns into a bit of a shuffle and then a standstill. Thankfully another person with a lantern bobs closer to him, so he tries his smile again and waves the torch.
"Hey there." His accent is decidedly British, North London if one wants to get specific. "The bird bloke at the big fire said we needed to spread some light around. Any idea where this bit should go?"
Participation For Clowns
@ iftheshoe
Do I want to know what a jiggle cup is? I think I do but I need to check, just in case.
Into the Dark
Soldat pauses, registers that this is a new person who probably has no idea where anything is and may in fact still not be even properly aware of what this place is, and offers, "The Downtown area is still pretty dark. It's a ways away. But I can show you."
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Participation For Clowns @lucky
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Ardyn Izunia | Final Fantasy XV
â–¸ INTO THE DARK
â–¸ WILDCARD
DANCING QUEEN
If I slap you, that should prove your existence well enough. [ Not his usual opening salvo, but he is tired and dead and misses his librarian. It'll have to be snippy. ] Good morrow to you, sir. [ And he'll move along. ]
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wildcard!
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Into the dark.... a million years late oops.
There is no late
:D the chaotic energy beacon needs
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Jo Harvelle | OTA
[Jo tries to meet the Ferry each month now, They need the supplies, and she knows it can help to have a friendly face to meet you in a situation like this.
She approaches the dock and stops. There's a whiff of something unpleasant, and then the Ferry docks and gets worse.]
I'm not imagining that smell, right?
Bingo
[She flips the bingo card over a couple of times as if the back might have the key to understanding what the front means.
Even if the next person she sees doesn't have a Bingo card, she holds her own up.]
What do you think jiggle cup means? Do we have Jell-o here?
The Ferry
Hey! Hey! Whoever you are! Hey! [ She sounds angry! And scared! But mostly angry. ] Answer me!
Re: The Ferry
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todoroki shouto | bnha
[ After his initial scare - waking up to fresh corpses will do that - Todoroki finds himself in the afterlife. Someone explains things to him and despite his doubts, he nods quietly, unsure what to take as truth and wondering if he's been hit with some kind of quirk.
The sight of the animated corpses crawling over the ship only confirms his fears. Yet, only the newcomers seem to panic while the rest look relatively at ease. It's why he doesn't use his quirk to intercept, but the question on every newcomer's mind remains the same. ]
What are those things?
[ He asks the person next to him, unsure if he should try to fight them or let them be. ]
ii. Into the Dark
[ Todoroki raises his lantern up high, past his head, and squints his eyes as if it'll help him pierce through the dark. It doesn't. He's exploring the area, searching for clues to his whereabouts when he runs into someone in the dark. ]
Are you lost, too?
iii. Wildcard
[ ooc; feel free to make up your scenario, i'll make it work. ]
II
I'm afraid so. I'm a new arrival.
[A deep sigh.]
A weary traveler with no aim. Yourself?
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Froid | Transformers IDW
Hmm.
[The VERY tall (around 28 ft) robot hovers around the pile of dead bodies as he contemplates the implication of his predicament, as he usually does. He's hardly bothered by his sudden death or his sudden arrival, and the pile of organic corpses doesn't inspire any particular feeling of pity or disgust in him. Once you've seen one pile of fleshling bodies, you've seen them all.
The pile of bodies eventually gets up and moves on its own, which Froid doesn't react too much. He's no expert on organics, maybe that's just something a pile of dead flesh does on the regular.]
Does that happen regularly around here?
[He asks anyone nearby, though in a slightly dismissive tone if that person is a fleshling themselves.]
Fire
[Though the psychiatrist doesn't like being told what to do, he takes the torch without complaint and places it delicately in whatever place is a bit dimmer than the rest. His arms are so unsettlingly long and ill-proportioned to the rest of his body that he doesn't really need to bend over to place it down.]
There, I suppose that is that? What a curious custom.
I suppose it's somewhat universal for beings to be afraid of the dark?
Session One
[You are sitting in a reclined chair in a room large enough for a very tall Cybertronian psychiatrist to sit cross-legged on the floor next to you. How did you get here? Well Froid is very persuasive, and he may have convinced you that perhaps he can help you, seeing as he is a psychiatrist and all.
Froid is not as warm and friendly as he's rival, Rung, evidenced by how he chooses to loom slightly over his "patient" instead of sitting a bit further back for his "patient's" comfort. In fact, he could have used a holomatter to make himself look the same species as his "patient," but he decides against it.
Perhaps you're regretting this a bit as Froid has a faint "in an unhealthy codependent relationship with a serial killer" and "wouldn't even be a little impressed if it turns out his professional rival is actually God" vibe to him.
He is holding a datapad in one pointed-fingered hand a stylus in another.]
Now, I really must press that though I am a psychiatrist, I am not familiar with you or your species, so in regards to that, I am completely unable to professionally diagnose you with any emotional or mental issues you may have. However, I can act as a therapist and help you talk through issues you may have in regards to being here and being dead. I would find your thoughts on the matter to be deeply fascinating, so do not be afraid to talk however much or as long as you need to.
Now, let's start with your name and we can go from there.
Fire
[Like the good little bot he is, Minimus Ambus walks down the hallway, counting the number of steps before hanging it on the wall.]
Organic or Cybertronian, we risk severe damage in uneven terrain.
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Miu Kazashiro | Kamen Rider Fourze
"So you're asking someone completely new to the place to run your errands?" Miu pulls a lock of hair behind her ear, eyes flicking between the torch and the birdman. "That's unflattering. For both you and for whoever runs this dump. Is it you?"
Her nose flares. She hates this place. She would like to go home. But. Even through her irritation, she sees the sense in doing a small favor for a complete stranger in new territory. It's good to keep an IOU or two in one's back pocket, after all... Or at least that's how she rationalizes it to herself as she watches the birdman with zero social skills turn and shuffle off without answering her. Okay. So she's just supposed to deal with this stupid torch, then. Whatever.
"Hey, you." Yes, you. Random passerby. "How long have you lived here? Does anything happen if I just put it back?" She waves the torch at the bonfire. Better to scout first and come back for it later, especially if these are a limited resource. (Why would you leave something of value to a total stranger? Absurdly stupid.)
ii. if you die in the game you die for real.
@ kazashiro.miu
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SLNE[ No commentary. Just trying out the technology. ]
iii. wildcard.
[ If you'd like a different starter or just want to chat, pm this journal! ]
Jester Lavorre - Critical Role
That didn't mean that she couldn't look for them. Darkness wasn't going to get her down! "It is just a color." It couldn't do anything to hurt her and so Jester pushed on with her usual excited smile.
She poked her head into buildings and looked under every available surface in order to find her companions. "Not here." A thick eastern European accent spoke before she was moving onto the next place. "Is there a book shop?" That was where Caleb would likely be.
When Jester found the general store she rearranged nearly all the shelves, putting everything in the wrong place before continuing on.
It was probably odd for a sapphire blue skinned tiefling to be running around town but Jester didn't think anything weird about it. It had completely escaped her notice that there weren't any other tieflings around.
When her search offered her nothing she stopped next to the bonfire and sat down. "Oh! I know." She closed her eyes and placed out her hands, wiggling her fingers. "Nott~ I have my eyes closed." Maybe he was close enough to see her and would steal and ring and then she'd know that he was here!
Network;
Tell me what I win!
Wildcard;
＼(^ω^＼) 〜(꒪꒳꒪)〜 (ﾉ≧∀≦)ﾉ DANCE PARTY!
WHAT IS UP MY BABE FJORD IS FROM EPISODE 47
Storing a lot in that normal-seeming bag.
YAY!
@misterclay
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steve rogers | marvel cinematic universe
→log: dancing queen
→log: into the dark
→wildcard
Into the Dark (omg that shirt XD )
This isn't even the first person they've seen that Rastus foisted a torch on, stumbling around looking for somewhere to plant it. Rastus could have let the experienced people handle where to put more light, but no. Had to grab all the new people.
They're halfway down the beach to catch the kid's shoulder (got to be a kid, bare feet and in a shirt that big) before the angles of the shoulders and the mop of hair finally slot into place in their brain. And they stop. And then they dash over to catch him before he falls. Steve can't fall. Steve has bird bones and lung trouble (what kind of lung trouble? they don't remember) and a bum ticker and Jesus Christ they're hallucinating, aren't they.
(Please be hallucinating. Pretty sure you ain't hallucinating, pal.)
Steve's elbows feel pretty solid.
The man Steve sees is bigger than he'll remember, with much, much longer hair pulled back loosely and a slightly less clean-shaven face than Bucky Barnes ever sported. They're in a well-tailored pea coat against the drizzle, heavy combat boots, and actual jeans. Also, one hand is made of metal plates. And they look alarmed.]
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( prompt: for clowns. ) /
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participation for clowns; @langit; text;
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— dancing queen.
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felix hugo fraldarius | fe:3h
[The stench of these corpses! Damn! The air within the ferry feels... thicker, somehow, as if the decay itself is attempting to assault the living—and yet, while that should send people scrambling away? Felix lingers, back ramrod straight as he gazes down at one of the many bodies occupying these bunks. Choose your own corpse adventure, my friends, because the mottled horror he's studying so very intently is either a) a corpse dressed in a fur-trimmed teal coat identical to the one he's currently sporting, or b) a corpse wearing heavy black armor, the only visible bit of color being the bright yellow of its hair. Lovely.
But while he appears too caught up in his thoughts to register anything else? Ah, ah, ah. He won't turn to acknowledge anyone who approaches, but one hand does make its way to the hilt of the sword hanging from his belt. Tell him to chill? Ask him a question? Or wait a solid, like, minute or so, and eventually he'll offer up a simple:]
...I knew him. [A beat, and then, almost reluctantly:] Once.
[Very edgy. Feel free to roast him.]
ii. into the dark
[Thank you, Rastus, for foisting this torch upon a bewildered Felix. Let it be known that Felix merely blinks down at it for a second or so, enjoying the light—the perceived warmth—far more than he'd ever care to admit. Some part of him knows that he deserves gloom of this place, but...
...Hmm! He is (was?) only human—and he snaps back to himself soon enough, pressing his lips into a thin line as he turns to survey all that he... cannot see. This isn't the sort of thing he'd normally throw himself into? Only fools take blind risks, after all, but when he glances about to see how others are handling, he spies plenty of people peering worriedly into the darkness. Some have torches of their own; some... do not, and thus he takes a step into the shadows, throwing a pointed look back to the closest torch-free adventurer.]
Well?
[Short and sharp, because are you COMING, Stranger? Wander into the unknown with him.]
iii. let's play a game
@ felix
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I'm not giving any hints. Don't waste my time.
[Isn't he a bundle of fun!]
iv. wildcard
[my god, i forgot the wildcard... whew. anyway! throw anything my way and i'll roll with it, or pm me if you have anything specific you're jonesin for. i am here for it all!]
it's the peak awkward one, for you
It was a nice thought, that he could live for himself; have a dream, a purpose. Find some kind of redemption somewhere, eventually. But glumly he thinks this is a more suitable fate for a man like him, to trudge around the foul underbelly of whatever this place is and step over the dead.
The bit of teal standing upright and unbloodied gives him pause the way the rest of their surroundings do not, and his heart sinks as recognition dawns. The others— the others had made it, he saw to that much at least, so why would Felix—
Without thinking he's crossed to him and reached out, gloved hand coming down heavily on Felix's shoulder just to confirm that he is there and not some specter in this hell made to follow him. That would have been preferable, in some way, but oh— no...]
Felix— ah-
[Hold on, is that him in the bunk? Is that supposed to be him? This just got stranger by about a hundredfold. He blinks down at his own collapsed form with his one eye and suddenly he has no idea what to say.]
...What is this?
oh hell yeah
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listen!!! it could be... stabs...
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dimitri alexandre blaiddyd | fire emblem: three houses
iiib - i said i would, and thus
It's too long.
[Dima, my guy, did you hear about this cool thing called............ research? Also, he is not playing.]
hate that this is what i've reduced myself to
don't lie, i see u
i refuse
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geralt of rivia | netflix: the witcher
DANCING QUEEN pt 2
INTO THE DARK
PARTICIPATION IS FOR CLOWNS
@ephrim; text;
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megara | disney's hercules
@langit; text
me and a friend have the bnb part covered anyway :)
uh let's see... hey, welcome! sorry you're here, sorry about everything. food's free if you want it!
no one's in charge, but you're right robin kind of has the keys to the place
i dunno if i get the first thing, and i answered the second thing kinda
and there's a lot going on here that might not be in the infoposts yet? lmk if you need directions on how to get that
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