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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
generalstudies: (pic#12421208)

(hellooooo~o)

[personal profile] generalstudies 2018-08-19 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
[He starts when he's touched, so clearly not expecting it. The surprise is a moment of weakness in keeping himself together and, very quickly, he brings his hand up to cover his mouth. Shit. Shit-]

[He manages to keep it together. Still, he has to swallow back a wave of- something. It simultaneously tastes like nothing and the worst thing he's ever swallowed. He takes another gasping breath after that, still hardly ready to reply to whoever's stopped by. When he pulls his hand back there a bit of black stuff caught in the palm of his hand. Disgusting.]


D- [gk-] Do I look like... I'm alright?

[He can't even just take concern gratefully, sorry.]
shipyards: (t e l l)

[personal profile] shipyards 2018-08-19 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
You for or against it? [Big government and all that. It doesn't really matter to him. It just gives him an idea of the kind of person she is, how well they'll really get along.]

I must be the odd one out. I don't know your Earth, and Corellia's sort of known for its space travel. My ship? Fastest ship out there, and Corellia's got the market on ship buildin', flyin', you name it. I'm a pilot myself.
noblebeast: (Calm: Looking Back)

[personal profile] noblebeast 2018-08-19 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
What store are you at?

[ The ‘food court’ is kind of general and he doesn’t want to search through an area where there’s fog billlowing in. ]
a_shadow: (This is the way it is)

[personal profile] a_shadow 2018-08-19 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ That's a complicated question. ]

I'm for humanity. Aliens have been trying to kill humans for thirty years where I'm from at this point. I'm interested in helping win the war then and sorting things out from there.

I'm a mechanic. Well, I know how to be a mechanic. I'm more of a soldier.
generalstudies: (pic#12421198)

[personal profile] generalstudies 2018-08-19 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
[That was at least an Honors Student sort of answer. It stood to reason, though, that a bunch of people who only ever learned how to think with their quirks (himself included, if he was honest) now had to use all the other skills involved in heroism.]

"If you're talking about supply gathering you must be able to move around." [Hey, look, a reply that is pointedly not an answer to the question he was asked.]

"I can't but I've got access to some stuff at the food court. Most of the food those looping people grab just sort of vanishes but there should be some things here we can actually rely on."

[Just, you know, either terrible for their hero diets or they're all going to get really tired of Don E’s Organic Healthfoods.]
blowshard: (008)

[personal profile] blowshard 2018-08-19 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ There are a few moments of prolonged silence at that before Inasa rears his head back and promptly laughs. ]

Not at all! I was just thinking that--

[ He turns to face the doors, bringing his hand up high over his head like he does when he's conjuring up a real whirlwind. It gets brought down quickly, the invisible wind getting tossed forward. He even makes a whoosh sound. ]

--it'd be so easy to blow all of this mist away. Problem solved! Now we have to take the slower approach. Protect those who can't protect themselves, barricades, plans of attack.

[ crickets. ]

Oh! What if we attached a camera to an RC car and drove it out there? Like a scout!

[ He's just going to keep barreling ahead here. ]
noblebeast: Coloring <user name=kizunah site=tumblr.com> (King: Noble)

[personal profile] noblebeast 2018-08-19 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ A pointed look. ]

But what.

[ It’s not a question, but a demand. All that he’d given him so far wasn’t knew but if he was holding something back... then, he’d be pissed. ]

Spit it out, Deku.
shipyards: (b r o w s)

[personal profile] shipyards 2018-08-19 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
There's constant war where I'm from. [And jury's still out on if they'll get along on that respect, but at the very least he can respect her answer. At least she isn't going on about duty or some durk.

Probably shouldn't mention that he's a deserter.]


We just might be a good pair then. Even if I can't find my ship.
noblebeast: (Pissed: Gritted Teeth)

[personal profile] noblebeast 2018-08-19 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ HOW DARE YOU USE HIS NAME!!! AND RIGHT AFTER HE TOLD YOU-- sidhfjdsfsdfsdgfbiusdifjsd You will fucken pay for that! Grinding his teeth, Bakugou switches over to the channel but he's barely on it for more than two seconds before his booming voice crackles through. ]

ARE YOU FUCKEN KIDDING ME!!! USE CODENAMES ASSHOLE!!!

[ istg you piss him off so much sometimes! ]
generalstudies: (pic#12421194)

[personal profile] generalstudies 2018-08-19 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
[Well, that's a hell of a time gap.]

"Huh." [There's a long pause there. So, in 300 years they'd all be in space? Well, not him specifically, but,]

"That's useful to know, I guess." [Or not really but it was still comforting to actually talk with someone and get responses with minimal hesitation.] "I guess even if you had some space weapon they wouldn't have put you in here with it."
flowerclip: (It's blow job season.)

[personal profile] flowerclip 2018-08-19 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
I- I mean, I guess, but-- [The compulsion to order, though, is strong, and she doesn't have any means to really fight against it. She claps her hands together with a smile that's partly sheepish, partly hopeful]

But, I really want one of those pretzel dogs! It looks really good! [Immediately Petunia claps her hands over her mouth and winces at herself] But... I don't have any money... I must've, uh, left my wallet at... home?

[In. Australia?? Did she have a home here or was she going to be stuck sleeping somewhere in the mall? Petunia sighs deeply, looking mildly defeated under the weight of all this weirdness and uncertainty]
generalstudies: (pic#12421203)

[personal profile] generalstudies 2018-08-19 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
"It's called Auntie Anne's." [since, after closer examination of the settings page, there is no Starbucks. Fancy pretzels will have to do instead of a caffeine joke for the tired boy.]

"There's a giant pretzel, you'd have to be blind to miss it."

[The fog hadn't reached them yet but it was... starting to. Slowly. Even though he can block the bottom part of the passageway into the kitchen with something, he'd have to lift something to block the top. Or use way more tape. At least he's getting a workout from shifting around stuff to try and make a proper barricade there.]
mightyboy: (fiesty boy)

[personal profile] mightyboy 2018-08-19 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
[...frustrating.]

[He's so frustrated with himself that he can't even meet Kacchan's look. How could he just sit here being useless when there were people out there who were doing so much more? Helping so much more?]


If I could...I don't know if this kind of consequence only affects my right arm because I haven't tested it yet, but if it's localized in that single area, then I should be able to leave the kiosk and look around to gather more information. I would just need something to splint my arm with.

[There's a wild determination in his eyes when he finally musters up the nerve to meet Kacchan's gaze.] But right now I only have information you probably already know. This simulation seems to want our participation more than anything--to see what we'll do with the situation we were given, since no AI seem to be set up to give information to us. So I would be of more use if I could just get out of his area.
noblebeast: (Irritated: Tch)

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[personal profile] noblebeast 2018-08-19 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ And he's laughing. Again. Loudly.

It grates on his nerves. If he thought he was fooling anyone with that fake cheer, he was either stupid or the people around him couldn't read shit. No one was that happy all the time, not even their class rep and Bakugou didn't buy it for a second. ]
noblebeast: (Calm: What's that)

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[personal profile] noblebeast 2018-08-19 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's about to cut him off when he mentions the RC car and... dammit. It's not a bad idea. ]

Have you seen one? A camera?

[ If he's mentioning it, he figures he's probably seen one. If they were going to figure this shit out, then they needed intel and after what happened to those guys at the start of all this, his #1 focus was that fog. ]

A drone will work better if we can find one.
blowshard: (004)

[personal profile] blowshard 2018-08-19 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ Look, it's either laugh, or think about the corpse just outside the doors with half of its insides spilling out everywhere. Where did the other half go? What has the capability to do that to a body so cleanly? He'd rather not consider the possibilities. ]

It's only 2007, right? I don't think commercial drones were available yet.

[ He rubs his chin in thought before pointing back off down the hallway of the mall. ]

But there is a toy store! They're bound to have the car, at least!
becomesenpai: (🔪 ⟨ 54 ⟩)

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[personal profile] becomesenpai 2018-08-19 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
[Maybe it's for the best that (in this particular tdm thread) Toga hadn't been assigned a role. Maybe it would have been better for everyone else if she had been, if she'd been confined to a location or a person or an objective, assuming she would listen to the instructions in the first place.

But that has her wandering the mall, caught between acting the part of the cute teenage girl she ought to be, and being... really kind of bored by the whole thing. Something felt... off... but she didn't have the chance or cause to test her quirk, so she was left with the task of figuring out what was going on.

Eugh. Recon.

That all comes to a screeching halt, though, when she hears the very distinct sound of a bone snapping from down the hall. And proceeds to peek around a corner just in time to see a very familiar mop of green-black hair hunched by a stall, scribbling notes. Perfect. Let her just... slip closer... and into a store before he can notice.

And he wanders around again. There's more bruising, more of those delicious snaps and pops, almost like he's teasing her, until it becomes just too much and she openly approaches the kiosk to wind her arms around one of Midoriya's (the more injured-appearing one, of course).

She's definitely flushed, and with her pressing close, he can probably feel her heart beating fast.

This is completely normal, right? Right.]


What good, good luck to find you here, too, Midoriya~
noblebeast: Coloring <user name=uzumaki2810 site=tumblr.com> (King: Stand Tall)

action;

[personal profile] noblebeast 2018-08-19 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ten minutes later, the door opens and the little tune marking the entrance of a new customer starts to play. Bakugou looks up at the door and the little device making the sound. He frowns at the noise, but soon ignores it in favor of placing a hiking back-pack on the store counter. Guess who found a survival gear store? He practically ransacked the place. By the way, the back-pack on the counter is the one he was carrying with one hand. There's another already strapped to his back. ]

Tapes in there along with a few other things.

[ A few other things includes a Swiss-army knife and lighter. A small compact mirror. A small metal flashlight with a strong beam, extra batteries. A pair of gloves, a light sweater. A pack of protein bars - they're peanut butter flavored - three bottles of water and two emergency blankets. Plus a small first-aid kit. ]
Edited 2018-08-19 04:12 (UTC)
flowerclip: (I bet he comes in French.)

[personal profile] flowerclip 2018-08-19 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
["Sounds a bit like my friend'... Which one?? She's a little Concerned. She even goes as far as to reach out and grasp at Izuku's hands, should he let her, and stares with an intense sort of empathy.]

...I'm so sorry.. [He's too nice for friends like Cyril. Todd Allison was at least sweet and kind to her on occasion. CYril was nice in his...own... Weird way. But if Izuku's life was nearly as crazy as her own, she's deeply sorry for his lot in life.

SHe lets him go though and adds:
] You're probably looking for your friends too though, right? I'll definitely keep an eye out for them too, if you tell me about them!
generalstudies: (pic#12421198)

[personal profile] generalstudies 2018-08-19 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
[His job was to be a store clerk, right? And for every person that walked up he'd say some lines, make some small talk that bounces harmlessly off their programs, and give them something. Technically speaking, did it really even matter if he took money?]

[He's betting it doesn't. That seems like the sort of thing that might slip under the radar.]


Right, one pretzel dog. [tap, tap]

And your price will be... [a number does pop up on the screen, but:] Anything you can hand me. [Which, uh, hopefully she gets the drift of any doesn't assume anything weird about that comment. No exploitation or anything just literally- hand him something so he can make this "look official."]
flowerclip: (I woke up with a bagel in my mouth)

[personal profile] flowerclip 2018-08-19 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
[Petunia looks sharply at him, then to the windows, then back again.]

But... But something is better than nothing. We can't just... sit here and wait for them to eat us! [He's probably right though, that they should plan this out a little more since Petunia's just running on 'get weapon, beat the thing to death.' ]

Isn't this America? There should be somewhere selling guns, right?
blowshard: (012)

[personal profile] blowshard 2018-08-19 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
You're sitting up. That's something!

[ But even he can't deny that this guy looks like someone took him to hell, slapped him around for a while, let him cook, slapped him again, and then dragged him back. The black gunk on his hand is absolutely alarming and Inasa stands back up as he sucks in a sharp breath. ]

I apologize for this!

[ And in the next moment, sick or not it doesn't matter, he's being lifted into the air. Inasa carries him easily, tucked in against him, and he's about to set off when he promptly realizes he has no idea where to actually take him.

Maybe he should ask. ]


Do you know where the nearest first aid station is? Maybe there is someone there who will know better.

[ Unfortunately, Inasa has not yet run across anyone disobeying their assigned role, or he'd ask where to take him back to instead. ]
noblebeast: (Hero: Speak Fast)

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[personal profile] noblebeast 2018-08-19 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ His gaze grows sharp, the angles of his face even sharper as he pulls his mouth into an almost sneer. Fucken idiot. ]
middlechilde: (Sly)

[personal profile] middlechilde 2018-08-19 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
It didn't escape Diana's attention that the other woman's story was overflowing with questions. But what struck her more was the way she was handling the whole situation. Diana knew it was unfair to compare her to Arty but...that take-charge attitude--coupled with the accent--wasn't doing much to discourage her.

Ultimately, it was good, she supposed. They probably needed someone like Arty around, if they were going to deal with this...whatever it was.

Diana offered her a wane smile. "I'm Diana," she said, offering her hand. She noticed, with a little scowl, that her nail polish had come off. She'd painted her nails her signature purple only a few days ago.

Gone with her ring, she supposed.

She turned her hand this way and that, the line between her eyes deepening.
singingwhilecrying: (14)

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[personal profile] singingwhilecrying 2018-08-19 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ Pearl, on the other hand, is in more than a comfortable position to explore her surroundings. Izuku would be able to catch her wandering around lost during her first explorations of the mall. It took her a while to show up here, and now she feels like she's fallen so far behind everyone else on getting to know her new confinement in the quaint shopping centre. She looks a little worse for wear, hair bedraggled and a few visible marks on her cheeks and arms. Oil, grease, a scrape here and there... The car ride here wasn't the most relaxing of trips. But all in all, she seems in good spirits! Her step is confident, her eyes ever-wandering and alert, and her determined smile unbreakable.

The only thing that doesn't seem to be in line is her consideration and appreciation of others, as luck would have it. She doesn't even act like she sees Izuku at the kiosk. Her gaze is more directed upwards at the skylight, squinting at the mist outside and humming out contemplative noises as she paces the halls. ]


Freak weather is one thing, but I don't know anywhere with this sort of climate...

[ Pausing for just a moment, Pearl's head lowers now to direct her gaze to the floor. Excuse me? Do you have a moment? ]

Hmm... Perhaps, with the right communication relay, I could direct a signal from this walkie-talkie to... [ It just now hits her that there was a voice. A salesman, perhaps? ] --Oh!? Oh. No, no, I don't need any, thank you. Now where was I? Communication relay, direction...