memesinthenight | TEST DRIVE MEME #9

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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.

HELLO! HELLO? HELLO HELLO. ALL BRING CARD TO GET GIFT FOR ALL! YES! ONTO BODY LIBRARY GIFT IT GOES! THANK A MUCH!

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. Dancing Queen

"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 R~~

Even 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

KabochaKitsune if you'd like to plot or chat! ]

Edited 2020-03-02 01:10 (UTC)

After a few hours of searching through bodies and unloading supplies, Rosinante finds it oddly relieving that the so-called dead seem to be spirits. Why they're mimicking corpses, he can't be sure, and why nobody actually made it through the portal this time is one hell of a mystery, but hopefully Robin will decide it's a question worth answering this time.

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.

The sudden - dramatic - movement seems to gather a little more of Pudding's attention. One hand comes up to cover her mouth as the tall stranger falls over. Her sunken eyes give away little of what the expression under it might be - concern or stifled laughter.

"Um..." Her voice, likewise, is hollow. "Who are you?"

There is a lantern nearby: drab, old-fashioned, a bit ugly and even rusted... lying on its side, cracked all over. It's difficult to tell whether there's even a light in it, or all the glow through the glass is from the light of the waxing moon overhead.

"Rosinante," he replies. "I'm like you, I showed up on this ship, but months ago. Grab that," he says, nodding to the lantern which sure looks in bad shape, though it must be functional enough. Unless he's hallucinating all this, which, well. Wouldn't be the first time but usually those come in the form of familiar faces. "Let's get you into town."

The rest were spirits. This could still be a spirit, he realizes, given how questionable that lantern is. But he's not sure of how to check, and it's better they both get moving before the ferry leaves the harbor. Going back through the portal the wrong way isn't what he has in mind today. So he adjusts his hold on the papers so that the lantern hooked to the strap of his bag that runs across his chest can shine some light ahead of them, and slowly begins to lead the way, though he glances back at her to make sure she's able to walk, and that she isn't about to transform and leap at him from behind.

Rosinante. Not a name she recognizes. Just like she didn't recognize this ship, doesn't recognize this harbor. Glancing at the horizon - she doesn't recognize the stars. She looks down at her hands - ash gray, puckered, black around the nails... she knows about zombies. Knows about Moria, from Mama. So is she one of those now? Is she... not in Totto Land?

She... feels a lot of ways about that at once, which kind of boils down to not knowing how she feels at all.

But this stranger isn't screaming and running away. Or shooting at her. (Or screaming at her.) So she turns to lean down and scoop up the ugly little lantern Rosinante indicated - and pauses. Reaches up to touch her bangs. Then her forehead. And then the inside of that empty, bony hole, frantically and with both hands.

A sharp shriek bursts from her lips and she grabs at her bangs, dragging her nails through to try to comb them down over... over... over her forehead. Don't think hole. Don't. Don't.

Edited 2020-03-02 04:42 (UTC)

Whatever happened to her must have been pretty awful. And yeah, she doesn't exactly look right, not in the way most do - for sure, he'd come here covered in his own blood but alive enough despite that fact. This one should probably get to one of the doctors, or barring that, one of the magical healers. Might be a good case to see how much Sora is really capable of.

"Hey, it's all right," he assures her. "I'll explain along the way. Here, let me give you a hand."

He takes one long step from the ferry down to the pier, right beside the gangplank, then grips his package firmly with one arm so he can lean down enough to offer his own hand in case she's unsteady going down the slope. "What's your name?"

"It's not all right!" Her yell is fierce, a lot rougher with more of a burr in her voice than previous. As she scrabbles at her bangs, covering up the thing she doesn't want to think about but can't not, she turns and glares at Rosinante with - with the eyes she has left. "What would you fucking know about it!?" Compared to the relative softness she spoke with before, her tone is sharp, shrill and nasty. All right. Sure! If being not only a zombie but without the main reason she exists is all right! Shit, she'd be better off dead-dead!

Dancing Queen.

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.

Soldat had leaped over before the ferry even fully docked (thanks superserum!) to investigate that smell. When Rosinante steps aboard, they're not even wearing a scarf or anything over their mouth, they're just. Standing in the middle of the deck, surrounded by decaying bodies. "They're all dead," they say hoarsely. "Weeks dead. No way any can be alive." Soldat turns their head just slightly in Rosi's direction. "Rosinante. They look like us."

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.

Hi! You're new here, right? I don't think I've seen your username before. Welcome to Beacon and yeah- I think the spirits can be summed up like that: Fun but off, haha

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.

I am! Hello! My name is Pudding. Who might you be?

What is an app? Is that what the little buttons that open different pages on this are called?

I'm Daylight vis Lornlit! You can call me Day if you want and yeah! Those are what the little buttons are.

They'll open to different things on the tablet and they're, like, super useful to, er, use and stuff. What did you find so far?

Nice to meet you!

The welcome message appeared on its own. This "Network" kinda did too? A little square showed up at the top and this appeared when I touched it. I found a clock and a calendar. The rest of it all looks very strange. Most of the pictures on the buttons aren't very helpful.

I can give you a rundown of the other buttons if you want! Buuuuut I think the most relevant one to your questions earlier will be the map app. It shows you the locations of all the known places we can go to.

[ day explains what the map's app will look like, so pudding can check it out for herself when she decides to do so!

raw link to the map app:
https://inthenightmods.dreamwidth.org/3352.html ]

At the sound of the unfamiliar voice, Ephrim's chin chucks up, then toward the voice, unseeing. He'd tried to get out of the bed, then his foot had hit something soft and rotting, and after he looked down he'd decided that it was best to just sit here and wait for this to pass. Whatever this is.

Now he's sitting on his bed, feet hanging away from any more collisions with rotting flesh. His left hand, still in its heavy gardening glove and clutched into the fabric of the pinned sleeve of his right, is shaking like a leaf. His entire body is shivering, actually. It's somewhat from the chill in the air, but mostly from the shock of the Reconfiguration and then suddenly being on some sort of Ordennan ship, quite without his permission. The corpses aren't helping.

His tablet lies untouched on the side table. He doesn't know what it is.

"Am I all right," Ephrim echoes, his voice hollow. He squeezes his eyes shut, his nose flaring as he breathes. It's a wall of rotting meat. He tries his best not to retch onto his apron, still stained with dirt and green plant stains. At some point, his wide-brimmed woven sun hat had toppled over his long black hair, still tied in a loop and tied in its little bit of twine, then onto his back at some point. It's hanging by its cord from his neck, useless here. Where are the lights? "I'm breathing. Nose is working, unfortunately. Who are you?"

Edited 2020-03-02 09:23 (UTC)

( 1. into the dark. )

"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. ]

Edited 2020-03-02 19:30 (UTC)

▸ INTO THE DARK

[ So being thrust into a new place and immediately asked to do something is pretty par for the course for Ventus. He's not surprised to have something shoved into his hands and be ushered on his way after heeding the call of the feathered guy. In truth, he doesn't even mind that much when being kept busy keeps his mind (somewhat) off the unpleasant business of dying and leaving his friends behind to fight alone in a terrible place. He's more than willing to make himself useful and even go back and forth to place multiple torches wherever needed. The only problem is that he has no idea where to go, being new and all. Not that it deters him in the slightest because he's nothing if not determined to make the best out of the situation and fulfill this obviously important task. So, having fashioned a belt out of the straps normally crossing over his chest to hang his stained glass lantern from and with given torch in hand, he sets off.

You can:

a) Spot him going into a direction he really shouldn't be going in. Maybe help him out before he gets into trouble? Or follow and possibly watch any potential chaos unfold. Whatever floats your boat.

b) Catch him coming back from said wrong direction looking perhaps slightly harrowed and disheveled. Having learned that sheer force of will isn't going to lead him to where he needs to be going, he hones in on the first person he sees to ask: ]

Hi! You wouldn't happen to have a map, would you? Or directions?

▸ BINGO BONGO ( un: ven )

Other people got that weird bongo card, right?
Because I did and I don't understand it. I get that it's supposed to be a game, but how do you play it? Are the squares hints of places you need to go to?
I get some of those hints if that's the case, but most of them really don't make any sense. Might be because I'm new though.

Does anyone want to play it together to figure it out?

I wanna know what the gift is!

▸ WILDCARD

( Ven is curious enough to get himself into all sorts of places whether he should be there or not, so feel free to assume something and go for it! If you're unsure and wanna plot first or get a tailored starter or whatever, just holla at me through PM. o/ )

That would be delightful, thank you so much!

I think "fibrous house" might be greenhouse! Oh, but the greenhouse could also be "one leaf" by the symbol on the map legend...

[ At the very least, girl knows how to read a map! ]

Would "pickup junk land palace" be the pawn shop? This is very odd but kind of fun!

[ So she’s on a boat. Stolen by… something and just. Placed on a boat. She pokes at the blank tablet, nebulous silhouette illuminated ever so slightly by a faint red light emanating from the porthole and a lantern of all fucking things. She glances at the latter from time to time, studying its dense vantablack surface that seems to absorb most of what little light can emanate from the open hatch, a black flame dancing inside.

Fuck. She tamps down her ever growing panic as she continues to mess ineffectually with the tablet. Because she’s not ready to go outside. To see where she’s been taken to. Too try and see what’s happened to her. A large part of Coraline honestly just wants to stay on this boat. See what happens. Maybe she’ll actually die this time…

No.

Not again. She’s not fucking doing this again.

Besides, she can feel someone approaching.

With that, she rolls out of bed, grabbing the lantern before throwing the door open with a bang Before the other can even react, she rounds the corner, ready to greet one of the tallest people she's ever seen. ]

Doing great.

[ She says flippantly, brushing off his concern. ]

So like, what the fuck is going on? Where am I?

[ She steps forward, drawing her petite form as tall as it'll go as the cape of her superhero outfit billows behind her. She refrains from taking out her staff. She's going for intimidating here, not aggressively hostile. That can come later. If necessary. ]

i;; log prompt: arriving in style.

[ 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] Dancing Queen

It's --

[Her breath is caught in her throat. The smell is overwhelming enough to make her eyes water, evidenced by the dampness lining her lower lid. Here she is, the white of her gown stark against the wood of the ship. The bare light glints off the golden decorations on her arms as she presses a hand over her mouth.

Her brow is heavily furrowed and she seems to be fighting against something before her voice rises in a muffled murmur from behind her hand.]

It's too much.

[What had happened? What had gone so wrong? She both wants to venture further onto the ferry to see and yet no, she doesn't need to. She knows what's in there without seeing it and oh to see more death and bodies was just--]

[II] Into the Dark

[Place the torch in an area that could use a source of light. For a moment Zelda isn't at all sure how to act on that suggestion, far too rattled from earlier and out of sorts in general.

Eventually though she takes in a deep breath and steadies herself. There isn't anyone here to tell her what to do or watch after her anymore. Not that she needed either but when one was very used to both... well.

She'll start off by asking others in quite a polite tone:]

Pardon me. Do you know of anywhere that might benefit from some light? I do wish to help but I'm not used to this place just yet and I'm not certain where this light might best serve it's purpose.

[Later if she can't find any ideas from locals (or those who appear to be locals) then she'll likely buck up and set out herself to find an appropriate area.]

[III] Participation for Clowns

[The card isn't the first thing Zelda must decipher, it seems. Pardon the furrowed brow and speaking aloud as she tries to reason out the message attached first.]

"All bring card to get gift for all." That seems simple enough to understand. ... "Onto body library gift it goes?"

[She pauses, brows raised gently.]

Perhaps it is an item of clothing?

[IV] Wildcard

[Feel free to heave what prompts you like at me. PM with questions!]

Edited 2020-03-02 19:08 (UTC)

Into the Dark

[ 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?

Dancing Corpse
[ooc: corpse content warning and swearing.]

"The fuck?"

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.]

"More of the same." He sighed as he wandered through the dark city, a lantern hanging off of his belt loop and bumping lightly against his thigh. Seth wasn't dressed for the spring weather. He wore nice dress pants, a button down dark blue shirt that was currently unbuttoned and a silver twisting pendant that looked eerily dull in the light of the bonfire.

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

What the hell!
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;

[ooc: I need both samples so come at me with anything.

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.]

Edited 2020-03-02 20:39 (UTC)

Roxas? [Her voice whispers before her breath before she shakes her head.

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.

( 1. into the dark. )

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.

c.

@ 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. ]

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Pudding Charlotte | One Piece

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Rosinante | OTA

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Ephrim | Friends at the Table: Seasons of Hieron

ventus | kingdom hearts

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Zelda | Breath of the Wild

Coraline Li | Original

Seth Rim | Original Character + Previous Game Memories

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Sora (CRAU) | 1 & 3 OTA