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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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I've half a mind to ask if the bodies aboard this ship are your fault. There really is no reason for levity otherwise.
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[Well, it's not like tossing dead bodies around to mess with people isn't something he'd do...or, indeed, has done.
But it wasn't him this time.]
If I were wailing and gnashing my teeth would that really improve my situation? I think not.
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You do understand that singing on a boat like this shows your quality to those around you, right?
[ In other words: you are looking just a little crazy, sir. ]
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[Ardyn turns to face Ephrim. He's not specifically trying to loom but he might be looming a bit anyway.
In the lantern light his features twist into a grin that lacks any genuine warmth.]
The ship that brought us here clearly has a sense of humor so forgive me for responding in kind.
[He spreads his arms.]
A little joviality never hurt a soul anyway. I hear it's healing, in fact! Remember that, you'll live longer.
[Pause.]
Well, I suppose it's a bit late for that lesson now, isn't it? Such a shame.
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There's joviality and then there's... you. [ Sigh. Ephrim pulls at his sunhat's cord again. There's no point in putting it on again, but he might if only to stop the cord from pulling at his throat. ]
Go on then. Sing. Tell me of this dancing girl.
[ So very, very dry. No interest in this dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeen. (Descending piano chords!) ]
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[A long suffering sigh. He removes his own hat from his head long enough to brush his fingers through his hair, then sets it back.]
You just implied that I'm mad and that hurts my feelings.
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Far be it for me to disregard your feelings, but I’m inclined to think that you’re the type who puts on airs of not having any. [ Well, there’s the exit, at least. Apparently they’d been on the wrong end of the boat all along. ] I see no reason to be a good steward of your feelings if you insist on playing at having them at all.
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[He looks towards the gangway. Really, he'd known where it was the whole time but bothering people was more interesting.]
Ah, the exit...
I do hope our inevitable parting of ways doesn't mean we can't be friends.
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Our parting won't be the main obstacle here.
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And here I thought we were forming a connection. Was I wrong?
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I've done nothing to endear myself to you, nor you to me. Enlighten me. What is our connection?
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Is that not enough of a connection? Need there be more?
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[ A beat. As much as he is adamant about putting in work only where the work is fruitful, he isn't in the habit of making enemies. ]
Come back to me when you've business to discuss. No more.
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Allow me to stand on ceremony.
[He lifts his hat from his head and stoops into a bow.]
Ardyn Izunia.
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Ephrim, in his dirt stained gardening apron, must put his heels together to bow as well. Manners trained into him by the church and court. Damn. Fuck. ]
Ephrim. Of the Last University.
[ He winces a little at that, hopes Ardyn doesn't notice. ]
May the fire of Samothes' forge light your way.
[ Dead church, fake god, empty formality, by Samot's left fucking tit why does he keep saying things. ]