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Test Drive


TEST DRIVE 001


-TDM threads can be considered game canon if players involved agree & if it suits any roles you may decide to choose for the current plot.
-Any reserving player that does not submit an app by Saturday morning will be subject to challenging applicants.
-Participation in the Test Drive is worth a flat 10 points per month rather than per thread, and you must have a minimum of 5 comments in that month to qualify for it.
-This TDM is good for the duration of the Mist setting. A new TDM will go up before the next setting.

The NETWORK for this setting is a voice-only walkie talkie system that can be used to communicate between all locations. The default channel will be open to all walkie talkies, but characters can change to an unused channel for private conversation.
of note: There seems to be something strange about these walkie talkies, in that there is no static. The quality is disturbingly crystal clear, like the person you're speaking to is right next to you instead of miles away.

CONTENT WARNING: Some prompts contain gore, character death, and substance abuse.

Reserves will open on Saturday, September 8 until Saturday, September 15
Applications will open Saturday, September 15 until Saturday, September 22


General Prompts



The lights above you are a blindingly, pristine white. The walls around you curve up into the ceiling like the inside of an MRI machine. Your hands, feet, and midsection are strapped to a clinical table, and minutes seem to tick by, with no clear course for escape presenting itself to you.

The curved white space above you flickers with color, and a perfect square like a television screen expands before your eyes. It pans over what appears to be a town, something small and simply populated.

“Hello, and welcome to your first setting,” a neutrally cadenced feminine sounding voice begins, riding the line between human and machine. As she speaks, captions of the text type themselves in neat and perfect Arial font. “The location is loosely based off Bridgton, Maine, United States of America, Earth. The year is 2007. You have been selected to participate. Obedience ensures an enjoyable and immersive experience for our audience. If you have been granted a role, instructions will follow. Do not talk about the role. Do not attempt disobedience. If you have not been granted a role, your objective for this round is simple: survive.”

After that, the shackles may release promptly and allow your character to roam free. Or perhaps not — perhaps they've been given a role to play, and if so, further instructions will play out upon the screen. Once suitably briefed, characters will be released to their own devices. Beware the mist.

CHECK OUT THE CURRENT SETTING PAGE FOR DETAILS ABOUT THE LOCATION.

learn from the mistakes of others


A pair of unperturbed mall inhabitants decide to chance the mist. They're the first of a handful to trickle out the front doors, and they seem to get by just fine. About a minute ticks by, and they disappear completely into the dense fog that presses in from every direction. It's so anticlimactic that for a moment it almost seems stupid to feel uncomfortable by the sight of it.

Until precisely one half of a body is hurled abruptly and with great force from an indeterminate point in the obscurity. It's not a top half or a bottom half; no, it's a cleanly sliced left half, head to toe as though a neat line were cut down the middle. It slams into the transparent glass doors and crumples before them, still and obviously unmoving, slowly leaking.

After a few seconds, a dark tendril of something reaches out, curls around the jutting left ankle, and drags it with painstaking slowness back into the fog.

At least the rest of them probably made it, right?

Right?

Hopefully you weren't one of the others to follow their lead. If you were, that dark shape seems to be closing in awfully quick.

eff this, let's bounce


A pair of car keys can be found discarded or perhaps dropped in their owners' haste. Braving the mist when it's at its lightest and pressing the key fob will cause a car to beep politely, flashing lights to indicate its location in the fog. Take anyone willing to go with you and pile in. Try to get the hell out of dodge!

An excellent idea....

Within five miles of the car's journey the battery will die and the engine will stall. Consider yourselves effectively stranded and with no one but yourselves to blame. Perhaps help will come if you wait long enough? Hours, surely no more than a few days... Maybe you should consider braving the fog to get back? Five miles can feel like a hundred in conditions like these.

Either way, it seems like you're trapped in the car for about as long as R. Kelly got trapped in the closet during that one unfortunate CD.

radio chatter


Characters in the library and the church will be able to communicate via walkie talkie radio chatter immediately! Characters in the mall will not have this ability until later in the month, so any network style threads with a mall character will take place during Week Two of the October plot or later, after most people have already been fully introduced to the setting and given time to adapt.

Roles

Employee of the Month (Multiple)

Some characters will be printed wearing a designated kiosk uniform, their name sloppily stickered in slightly crooked letters onto a Dippin' Dots badge, or whatever store they may happen to be assigned to. The cool voice that introduces them to the mist will carry on to tell them that they'll be playing employee # _____ in this month's immersive experience. Their motivations and objectives are simple: go to work.

Except the role seems to be bugged, because they can never not go to work. If they leave the five or six foot radius of their designated post they'll begin to experience consequences, which worsen in severity based on distance and duration. The role doesn't end at mall closing, it doesn't end on Saturdays, it simply doesn't end. Hopefully next month's code push will have a bug fix; we apologize for the inconvenience.

(If choosing to keep these threads as game canon, the role will wear off within the first in-game week)

Aggravated Assault

Congratulations, participant! You will be playing the role of a CONVICTED FELON having recently been released on parole. Your motivation for this month's immersive experience is frustration. Having undergone hard time, you'll find that we have increased your aggression and temper characteristics, and lowered your inhibitions. Your objective is to find and begin an altercation with Snuff the Rooster, who will be playing the role of the person who turned you in, NARK. Your altercation must take place in a public space with witnesses, and may not stop until Snuff the Rooster is unconscious, evicted from the mall, or someone intervenes.

Thank you for your participation!

Consequences for not completing the objective in this role can be moderate to severe.

Snuff the Rooster

Congratulations, participant! You will be playing the role of NARK. Formerly a close friend and ally of CONVICTED FELON from Aggravated Assault, you were quick to roll on them during police questioning in exchange for your freedom. Your motivation is to turn over a new leaf, and get your shit together. Your objective is to survive the altercation.

Thank you for your participation!

The Lovers (Duo Role)


Congratulations, participant! You will be playing one half of a partnership role! Please seek out (character 2). Your motivation this round is love, and the need to protect your partner from threats both inside and outside of the mall. Your objectives is to greet your lover with a kiss and place them above all others. Do not act like strangers.
Consequences for not completing the objective in this role or failing to present a convincing couple can be mild to moderate.

Pathological

Congratulations, participant! You will be playing a background character in our current setting. Your motivation is to tell lies; at least one third of what you say must be unarguably untrue. Your objective is to keep these lies from being discovered as false.
Consequences for not complying with this role can vary from mild to severe, with the compulsion to tell larger and larger lies growing as time goes on.

Scared Speechless

Congratulations, participant! You will be playing a background character in our current setting. You may choose one person, stranger or otherwise. This is the only person you may communicate with, either verbally or through writing.
Consequences for not complying with this role are severe.

Glitches


potency error

Someone seems to have miscalculated the relative strength of intoxicants; all inhibition-altering substances seem to have been cranked up to eleven. One shot has the strength of three, though the taste seems to stay exactly the same. One or two drinks will quickly creep up on you. One of the joints found discarded in the bathroom trashcans will easily green you out. God forbid you've got anything stronger.

greatest movie of all time

Settling in to the relatively nice theater found at the far end of the mall is a decent way to make the time go by. The projectors are automated, and there are six different theaters that show flicks at scheduled times.

Except that every single one of them is showing Spider-Man 3. Every single one, every single showing, no matter what is advertised, becomes Spider-Man 3. That's how you know this is a horror game. Hope you didn't wander in by mistake because the doors will shut behind you and leave you to watch the entire showing. Please keep your feet off of the seats.

please replace toner cartridge

It seems there was an error in printing someone this first time around; everything came through but the visuals somehow. Your character is flesh and blood, fully formed, wearing tangible clothes even, but are completely invisible. Donning additional clothing causes it to clip out and then promptly disappear. Taking clothes off will cause them to reappear. Hopefully this gets fixed in the next lite patch.

(If choosing to keep these threads as game canon, the glitch will wear off within the first in-game week)

code bases by tricklet
majormalfunction: (C:/LECTURE)

[personal profile] majormalfunction 2018-08-31 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[She has to actively resist the urge to roll her eyes--really has he never had a girlfriend before--and she hesitates for a moment to try and judge how well he's going to take this or if his head will explode before she leans over and kisses him herself without so much as a single reservation about it. Problem solved.]

You too, dear. [She's never called anyone that and it probably shows. Oh well. At least the nausea is starting to subside.]

Where have you been?
catsuya: (the way i feel)

[personal profile] catsuya 2018-08-31 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[He sure hasn't!! Or not a serious one, at least. Accordingly he goes beet red when she kisses him and stays that way even after she steps back.

He also may or may not be addressing the floor.]


Just--just investigating. W-We must have gotten separated. I'm, um, so glad I found you. Are you all right?

[This is all so convincing.]
majormalfunction: (C:/WONDER)

[personal profile] majormalfunction 2018-08-31 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[Wow. He's acting like an embarrassed child who's encountered girls for the first time. Motoko raises an eyebrow and crosses her arms over her chest but says nothing. She can't, really, unless she wants to feel terrible again.]

I suppose so. I'm fine, but I'm not sure everyone else can say the same. What about you?
catsuya: (create wonderful dishes)

[personal profile] catsuya 2018-08-31 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's just not proper to behave this way with complete strangers, okay, and them being under some kind of duress doesn't comfort him much. Still, at least this is moving into less... affectionate territory, and it's easier to slip into a detective persona like he's giving a case briefing.]

The mist itself seems to be dangerous; I've seen a few people try to explore with... fatal results. [Putting it mildly.]

I've asked around some, but the people here don't seem to know any more than we do. Though some are more... articulate than others.
majormalfunction: (C:/THOUGHT)

[personal profile] majormalfunction 2018-08-31 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[Everyone's a stranger at first. At least they're past the awkward bit up front.]

I think it's less the mist itself and more something hiding in it. The bodies I've seen were... disturbing, at best. [If she were back in Japan, her entire unit would be on high alert. But they'd also have all their cyberbodies' functionality and they could maybe do something about it.]

I can't even think of what would be able to cause damage like that and I'm not sure I want to find out right now.
trettende: (y tú estés junto a mí)

haha hey buddy one man's garbage, am i right?

[personal profile] trettende 2018-08-31 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
You're absolutely right.

[ A concerned voice seconds Katsuya's comment. You know all you have to do is ask, pal. For all their animosity, a quick con is barely a favor. Hans is great at making bodies disappear, or at the very least, finding the "proper" places to dispose of such things. Even here, his easy charm had made his particular problem a simple thing to manage. Of course, being a vampire helps. ]

We can't risk letting children see this. This poor soul deserves some respect.

[ And hey, since no one else is stepping forward -- why not Hans? ]

Please. Allow me.
catsuya: (try to keep it nutritious)

[personal profile] catsuya 2018-09-01 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
[He can't quite hide a squirm of discomfort. It isn't that he sympathizes with whatever's hiding in the mist, exactly, but... well. He can't help but wonder at the possible similarities.

It's only lucky that he somehow managed to look human this time around.]


Is it possible they can be communicated with? [A long shot, but...]
catsuya: (create wonderful dishes)

[personal profile] catsuya 2018-09-01 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Hans. Of course, Katsuya shouldn't be surprised to find he isn't the only one here. Katsuya can only feel a weird mix of irritation and... relief, actually, to find someone he recognizes and can marginally tolerate.

Definitely would not have been his first choice, however. And the fact that Hans probably knows exactly what he's doing makes him burn with shame.

Katsuya pretends not to recognize him and bends over the body rather than meet his eyes.]


Just to get it out of sight of the crowd. We might be able to examine it, figure out what did this.

["""Examine""" it.]
majormalfunction: (C:/DRAGON)

[personal profile] majormalfunction 2018-09-01 12:51 am (UTC)(link)
To be honest, I haven't tried. And I don't you'll find anyone who has. Or who's survived to tell the rest of us.

[It seems to get that whatever is out there is more the type to rip people in half first and talk later ]

What would we even say? "Could you kindly stop murdering people?"
diamondize: (why is there glitter)

[personal profile] diamondize 2018-09-01 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
[Does...Does that mean she's number 7 of 9 people like her or ??? Well, Dia's learning that people are kind of weird--and these human things are definitely up there. Maybe this is normal for them. WHO KNOWS.

What the fuck is a borg. Diamond makes a quiet 'umm' noise again and smiles uncertainly
] I don't know what to really call us... I guess 'gems'? Origin is... I don't think my, uh, world, really has a name? [Diamond tilts their head, tapping thoughtfully at their chin; there's a strange tinging noise, like rock tapping against rock.] 'Earth,' I'm pretty sure is what it's called!

But you're pretty observant, that's so neat! Most people I've seen here can't tell I'm not like everyone else! [Which is bizarre because clearly they're not, and yet people seem inclined to just think they're a very weird human or something.]
catsuya: (try to make it delicious)

[personal profile] catsuya 2018-09-01 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
[He sighs. Of course Motoko is right, and it was a stupid thing to bring up. He just felt obligated to suggest it, at least.

Now on to the next idea.]


So then what? We can't get rid of the danger without exploring the mist ourselves.
majormalfunction: (C:/GLASSES)

[personal profile] majormalfunction 2018-09-01 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
At this moment I don't see as we have much of a choice except to hole up and wait. Eventually someone's going to have to go out there, but we have no way of burning this off or moving it somewhere else.

[And yes, she absolutely hates that plan, but what choice does she or anyone else have? Her camouflage is down and it would be useless in fog that thick, anyway.]

I don't exactly have the weaponry to feel confident going in blind, either.
catsuya: (create wonderful dishes)

[personal profile] catsuya 2018-09-01 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
Then we'll need to find a way to run reconnaissance. We--

[He breaks off, feeling something well up in his throat, through his skull and behind his eyes. Like nausea, but accompanied by an almost painful buzzing.

It takes him a moment to realize that it feels like before, when he and Motoko first encountered each other. When they were acting like they didn't know each other.

He shakes his head briskly, like he can knock the feeling loose.]


But I--I wouldn't want you going out there. [It doesn't sound convincing, so he can only hope the words are enough.] What if... something happens to you.
kiseijuu: 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐚 (Default)

[personal profile] kiseijuu 2018-09-01 06:51 am (UTC)(link)
I'm sorry, I'm just a bit nervous I suppose-- Hands, acting up, you know. [ Shinichi slips said hands into his pockets, flashing a smile at the other male. He's not sure he's going to be able to survive this....but all one can do is grin and bear it, right? ]

What are you planning to do now, Ta-kun? [ He casts a quick glance around the empty sporting goods store before returning his gaze to his odd companion (not that he is any less odd). ] Keep looking around for items you can use?
begrudge: (you are boiling your eggs)

greatest movie of all time.

[personal profile] begrudge 2018-09-01 07:57 am (UTC)(link)
It's fine, her light interjections hold his interest better than the current flick, despite the screen lovingly rendering Tobey Maguire's face in all of his fresh-faced glory, slick hair and all. The movie's bulldozed right into a cheery dance number involving Kirsten Dunst and Spiderman's alter ego sporting entirely too much hair gel when his fellow theater-goer pops a question that lures out just enough of his contemplation to answer.

So he will, leaning back in his chair like the slouchiest of slouchy film critics, feet knocked back onto the next seat over, ankles crossed. An unbecoming display for an unbecoming showing. Ryo's pretty unrepentant, regardless.

"I'd recommend against it, but it's my word against yours," he starts up idly, taking this reprieve from the peppy musical playing out before them to gesture back to the main entrance. "The doors are locked, but you're welcome to try brute-forcing them."

Personally, he was going to wait until the movie played out to attempt a genuine breakout, but he won't protest if she manages to jimmy open the exits through sheer willpower alone.
theseuschip: (how dare you i love breathing oxygen)

i swear the next one won’t be this long

[personal profile] theseuschip 2018-09-01 08:58 am (UTC)(link)
Upon meeting up with Catherine, it immediately feels like they’re tiptoeing around each other, but Simon figures his guilt is making him imagine it. Catherine doesn’t really do tiptoeing around people, at least not with any degree of subtlety. Instead she’s acting... pretty much normal, so he’s in the awkward position of doing the same.

At any rate, he has, without thinking about it, settled back into the role he occupied in PATHOS-II. In this case, it’s the “figure out why the doors won’t open, because of course they won’t open” guy, but it’s more like unfocused pacing than anything else, and eventually, he wanders back down the aisle. Because no, Spider-Man 3 was not a good movie, but this theater with that playing is also basically the first familiar thing he’s encountered in what would be called, in hyper-technical Catherine terms, his entire life.

And, well, you know what they say. Hunger is the best sauce.

“To 2007? That’s not possible, is it?” He takes a seat next to her, finally, and the aghast look on her face is hilarious enough to derail his thoughts about time travel. Which isn’t possible, to the best of his knowledge, no matter how much he felt like he experienced it.

A pause before Simon concedes: “Okay, the CGI is worse than I remember.”

He kind of can’t bring himself to insult this 21st century relic too hard, even though it’s bad.
sanephiroth: (hah)

ehehe

[personal profile] sanephiroth 2018-09-01 09:27 am (UTC)(link)
The smirk on Sephiroth's face says he all. He finds this amusing, and he seems pleased that there appears to be numerous fighters among their little group here. He might be at an disadvantage against all of them but picking a fight one on one seems like an endeavor worth pursuing. At least it'll give some meaning to surviving like a worthless human in this place.

He can see skill in Ignis's movements and he wants to see more. He lowers the hand with the knife, holding it back handed as he takes a step forward.

"I can tell you're a soldier, or someone trained like one." He stops at the second step. "Your attempt at defusing the situation is admirable." He smiles unkindly. "If you won't play along, I'll just find someone else who will"
sanephiroth: (well then)

lmao I should have picked that as the username

[personal profile] sanephiroth 2018-09-01 09:32 am (UTC)(link)
[He seems to be reveling in the terror in Noctis's eyes. As the seconds tick by and the others within the mall notice what Sephiroth is doing, only the scream of someone inside indicates the approach of the same (another?) dark tendril, seeking to drag Noctis back into the deep fog.

Sephiroth finds himself shoved aside soon enough and he holds both hands up in mock surrender as the braver ones among them quickly open the door and drag Noctis in just as the tendril comes in contact with his ankle.]
flowerclip: in my nun costume selling drugs. I love Halloween. (All I did last night was roll around)

[personal profile] flowerclip 2018-09-01 03:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[THIS IS...FINE. EVERYTHING'S FINE. Petunia glances around nervously, but no one's giving them the time of day. This place was so weird.

But Petunia does as she's told, stretching up as far as she can to reach the clothing he wants. It's a little... stuck, though. She tugs at it and wiggles it, jaw tight and brow furrowed in concentration, before it finally comes free with a particularly vicious tug
]

Aha!

[...Except the momentum of her tug has Petunia losing her balance, windmilling her arms frantically to try and regain it.

Spoiler: She doesn't and she's definitely going to be toppling over
]
flowerclip: (I bet he comes in French.)

[personal profile] flowerclip 2018-09-01 03:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[Petunia lets out happy little noises every time something goes correctly, and she coos and giggles over the kitten pictures as they pop up, eagerly showing him every one that pops up.]

Why do they all seem obsessed with cheeseburgers though? [WEIRD. But she grins at him, delighted]

Thanks so much for showing me this! This is great, the future's really amazing! [She laughs a little and then adds] If the others here are as nice as you, maybe it won't be so bad being stuck here for a little while!
majormalfunction: (C:/DITCH)

[personal profile] majormalfunction 2018-09-01 04:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[Great, now she can't even do her job without interference, although he doesn't exactly sound like he's all that enthusiastic to actually keep her inside. More stupid games that they have to dance around.]

No, and I suppose you'd only follow me. [Sigh.] It looks like we're staying put for now. At least tell me that drinks aren't off the table?
demonicbeauty: (Nervous)

Ariadne | OC | OTA (Natalie Portman Facetwin Confusion Welcome)

[personal profile] demonicbeauty 2018-09-01 06:28 pm (UTC)(link)
A - Arrival in the Mall

The first thing she did was climb up on top of the machine. Well, no. No that wasn't exactly true. The first first thing she did was struggle against the bonds holding her in place. She'd never felt anything so strong and no matter how she squirmed and wriggled, she could angle her talons enough to slip them through and cut the...whatever material it was holding her in place. But then it just let go. It let go. No one untied it or unlocked it or pulled some kind of lever. She suspected some kind of magic, except that it wasn't accompanied by the familiar scent of ozone.

On top of the machine, she squatted down to her haunches, turning in a slow, careful circle. Unfamiliar scents and sights were absolutely assaulting her. It reminded her of her first visit to the Elven marketplace, when she was eleven years old. Aunt Alyssa had spent weeks and weeks preparing her for the over-stimulation. But she'd still been overwhelmed. It had taken another five or six visits before she learned to separate everything out in her mind and not feel quite so overrun.

She was older now. Better at handling strange places. But all the same. This place was...strange.

Once she felt she'd managed to catalog what she could, she hopped down from the top of the machine, landing as silently and neatly as a cat. She drew up to her full eight of five foot two and took a slow walk around the machine, sniffing it, touching it, baking away and getting closer.

"What are you?" she asked, a voice high and girlish. And terribly, terribly confused.

B - Learn from the Mistakes of Others

The fog was unlike anything she'd ever seen. Not in Deleo, not in Valeria. And while Ariadne normally embraced new things with all of the enthusiasm of a toddler rushing to a new pony, the scent of it made her hesitate. She took up a perch on an awning over the front door, quiet and out of the way. And she waited until she saw a couple leaving. Her gray eyes followed them until they were out the door, and then she lay flat on her stomach and hung upside down from her awning, watching them disappear into the mist.

So far, nothing extraordinary.

After listening for a few seconds, Ariadne flipped off of the overhang, landing on her bare feet. Silently, she crept out the door, following the sound of their footsteps.

It was a little like a game that her mother used to make them play. They had to move as silently through the underbrush as possible. And if any of them made so much as a leaf crinkle, Rosaline would pounce on them and make them do it all over again until she couldn't hear them. The game had always--

The memory was interrupted. Ariadne heard a whooshing sound through the air and jumped out of the way, just in time for something to land with a wet, rough bounce at her feet. She gasped, but didn't scream, and knelt down to take a closer look.

C - Come At Me

(Throw anything you like at the girl. I'm flexible. As I said, Natalie Portman facetwin confusion is fine, but if you'd rather avoid it, Ariadne has gray eyes and much longer hair than your average Natalie Portman character. She's also probably younger. Happy to meet your needs.)
avengeme: (almost a smile)

[personal profile] avengeme 2018-09-01 07:02 pm (UTC)(link)
He seems pretty relaxed though there's probably a tell on some kind of training regardless of how he tries to not look that way.

And, wow, this guy might be worse than the NPC mall-goers walking around here.

"You mean like that tub over there?" he asks good-naturedly, pointing over to the cooler.
freightcars: ((misc) i won't be judged for this)

[personal profile] freightcars 2018-09-01 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
He doesn't even look at the cooler, doesn't acknowledge the point, doesn't even break flat and unimpressed eye contact with poor Coulson.

"Nope," is his steadfast answer, because he'd rather blow his own goddamn brains out than keep scooping ice cream balls for another day. If he could take this visor off his head he'd burn it. "Fresh out."
avengeme: (Default)

[personal profile] avengeme 2018-09-01 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hate the job that much huh?" Coulson isn't budging. Also maybe it's kinda fun to poke an annoyed lion.

"Can't say I had fond jobs back in the day either. Used to service vending machines." an easy lie. Mostly so he still falls within the whole quota thing. Stupid consequences.