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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.
Applications will open Saturday, September 15 until Saturday, September 22
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.
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.
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.
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)
Toga Himiko | Hero Academia
lovers for max disaster
[Then he hears the name and his objections get ten times worse.]
No way am I going to- [And then he jolts "awake" in the tiny church.]
[And there she is. He instinctively grabs for his capture weapon and- it's not there. He's wearing a set of normal clothes, a sweater and some jeans, because whatever his role is, it's not supposed to be "hero."]
[Well, fuck that. Even out of his hero outfit he can pull himself out of the pod relatively silently. In a situation like this, the first strike is important. So, it's time to sneak up and attempt to see if he can grapple this seemingly-harmless-but-he-knows-better girl.]
bless u
Nope. Bzzt. The answer is none of the above.
...It could be worse.
She could make him cute, with enough time and effort. The one problem being - she knows he's unlikely to go along with the 'role'. She also knows he tends to try to be sneaky. She also could see she was up and about first - if he even was going to spawn in the church at all.
The impulse to protect is new, sure, but oh well. It can be worked with.
Before long, there are hands on her, and the game begins.]
Go~od morning, my love~
[Pfft. Okay, that felt silly, but squirming just enough to plant a kiss (that was surprisingly more kiss than bite for once) under his jaw was. Actually pretty alright. Who knew.]
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Don't call me that. [He tightens his grip slightly to try and make sure she can't squirm. That, though, seems to upset the delicate balance of their roles. It's as if anything before that could be played off as some weird type of flirting but that was beyond the acceptable limits. It starts as a stinging sensation, like his fingertips are burning up. The feeling starts to shoot up his arm but, for all his other faults, Aizawa is a pro at enduring pain.]
[So, while he tries to keep his hold, bright red lines start to appear along his hand, looking like cracks or excessive veins.]
If you try anything- [It hurts. He still has to hold on, though, he doesn't know what will happen if he lets her go. A reasonable person wouldn't fight in this situation. It was too dangerous and foreign. Himiko Toga wasn't a reasonable person, though.] -I'll tie you up and leave you somewhere.
[That is also not appropriate sweet-talk and the pain reaches his shoulder, like his blood is burning, like every nerve in his arm is starting to be overwhelmed.]
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But that would have to be fine. He was right - being unstable had its own sort of flexibility, and Himiko Toga was not one to ignore her own impulses.
Impulses which are now thrumming to the mantra of protect, protect, protect, and if the dizziness she was beginning to experience was any indication at all, then his own unwillingness to follow along with the roles was causing harm. Tch. So it would seem there needed to be a slight change of plans. She needed to twist whatever he did or said to suit their roles for her own well-being at the very least, let alone to silence the nagging impulses to keep him safe.
Fine. He'll hate it, but that was his fault for not playing along in the first place.]
Oh, darling, there's no reason to be shy when we're all alone here...
[There. Cut out the Wrongness of him declining the cutesy greeting.]
But- oh! Oh my... Try to control yourself, we are in a church.
[Maybe... hopefully... implying they're kinky lovers would work. Maybe.]
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[So, he lets go.]
[His impulse is to make some distance but, again, that doesn't fit his role. However, mind clearing of the pain, he can at least be pretty certain that her stabbing him would have equal consequences.]
[He doesn't like it one bit but the words he says are pointedly different.]
Sorry, dear. [said in the most neutral tone he can muster. The pain starts to dull at a strangely impressive speed.] I was just trying to scare you a little.
[It's a truth that still plays into the fiction they were given.]
After all, you're so cute when you're scared. [monotone but the idea is there]
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He lets go.
She turns, winds her arms around his waist, gently headbutts his chest before snuggling in, as if this role was perfectly natural and she wasn't acting in the least bit.
(Who knows? He gets roughed up enough it could even be the tiniest bit genuine, and isn't that a thought?)]
So mean! You're cuter when you're scared anyway.
[Sin...cerity???]
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Well, we're not going to come to an agreement on that. [He's still tense but the pain in his arm is calming down. They needed to display as a convincing couple but, well, right now there was no one to convince besides themselves. Maybe there was some level of awareness that Aizawa was just that much of an emotional drywall that it was good enough and effort was being made.]
[There are a thousand things he'd rather be talking about or doing. Still, as much as he's been partnered with Himiko, he's not sure he can rely on her. This whole thing was very unlikely to be a League scheme but it was hard to assume they could both be honest with each other.]
This place is pretty empty, though. [So, where was everyone else?] It's cozy, I guess. [But, for just the two of them? There should definitely be more people. Or he should be able to see a world milling about outside the church. He didn't, though, just a veil of mist.]
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If they left, would there even be a world, or just an empty void? And what kind of quirk could create something like this? And why them? It's not a league scheme, and it's clearly not heroic in the least, so it can't be some kind of plot to get her to reveal information, but then what was the purpose of all this?]
I wonder where we even are.
[One more little nuzzle into his chest and she pulls away, spring in her step as she moves to peer out the window, as if she's entirely unbothered by all this.
She is bothered, to an extent, but she knows her capabilities, and she knows she's been partnered with someone very, very competent that she, at least, will have no qualms relying on. So it's all a bit less disconcerting than it probably should be.]
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For now, I guess we'll just need to take shelter in the church. [They could wait to look at outside until after they'd established how long they could hold out there. This wasn't the time for grand, sweeping maneuvers. This was time for reconnaissance.]
I'm not ready for commitment, though, so don't you dare think about getting married.
[He says it casually but it's also sort of a warning for this place- he draws the line at anything stupid like that. None of that cliched nonsense.]
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Recon was... boring... but at least it was something the both of them were good at, even if this particular situation wasn't exactly the easiest thing to puzzle out.
Though that warning? Kind of a relief, actually. They might need to act all lovey dovey, but that was no reason to go through with a faux marriage for the powers that be. Still, she spins to face him with her hands on her hips, pouting almost indignantly.]
Do you really think I'd want to get married without planning the ceremony first or finding the perfect dress, my darling dear? Don't insult my maiden's heart!
[Just. Gonna add a little more support for the "don't marry us, pls thx." argument here.
Though the put on prickliness fades away as easily as it comes, as she looks at him contemplatively. Something has felt distinctly Not Right since she woke up, and she hasn't been able to put a finger on it, but... Recon.]
Hey, Sho~uta? Can you use your quirk?
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[(It shouldn't be any worse than "darling" or "love" but somehow it was.)]
What sort of question is that? [He doesn't want to, especially with that moment of vulnerability that he'd acquired after USJ. He knows, logically, nothing is going to happen to him during that gap. He also knows that so many heroes have lost a lot in those moments of dropped caution. Still, recon.]
... it's easier to test than yours. [Which he knows at least involves blood. He reaches up to his next- making a small, irritated expression to remember that his capture weapon was taken from him. Still, since he moved his hand anyways, he sort of grips at the collar of his shirt. He's like a cat pretending that was what he meant to do in the first place.]
[He tries to activate his quirk, and his hair fluffs up a bit like it might lift up, and...]
[Nothing.]
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The irritation at asking him to test his is very clear, but he was also correct in that it was easier to test than hers, not to mention that testing hers would probably trigger whatever system they were using to punish them, since she'd need to draw blood. There's also the matter of the issue that his quirk is well known, and hers isn't. Not exactly the kind of information she's willing to give up for a test of their environment.
...Those catlike mannerisms are kind of endearing, though, so she'll raise her hands slowly so they stay well in sight and far away from her pockets so there can be at least something like assurance that she won't try anything in his moment of weakness.]
Hmm. That's not good.
[Understatement.]
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I'm assuming it's equal, though. [he opens one eye to peer at her]
They can take my quirk from me but it's hardly my only trick. It's not concerning.
[It's super concerning. Despite the fact that so much of his hero work didn't depend on his quirk, it was still a part of him. Not having it made his body feel more foreign than it already was. At least they could find some sort of objective to work for. So long as they had that he could keep himself moving.]
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[It's super concerning. That's definitely a lie that anyone could see right through, even someone who didn't come from their world and wasn't accustomed to quirks or superpowers or magic or whatever they decided to call it.]
I don't even want me to test mine.
[You know, because of the whole "do not let harm come to your lover" thing. And she's pretty sure he's not a good enough actor to pull off pretending that he enjoys her biting him hard enough to draw blood, honestly.]
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Honey.
[But the pain only eases a little. It's like it's conditioning him, trying to make him take larger and larger allowances, slowly working them up to become a "proper couple."]
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She couldn't help but want to find some people-scraps to investigate. (And, well, if they were parts of the spooky AI, she had to know if they tasted any different from a normal person.)
But then the fog rolled in thicker without warning, and before she could find herself back inside, she'd already made a mess of her sleeve from coughing up more blood than should have been possible in such a short time, and the nearest shelter was a SUV. A SUV that someone just hopped into.
Hopefully they wouldn't mind company, as she does just the same.]
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The fuck are you doing here?!
1 kinda
Silence, and the limb retreated.
That was a while ago - though he can't quantify it. Minutes? Hours? Time distorted along with his sense of direction. Prickling in his nose, in his gums soon gave way to trails of blood.
And, now, his nails have begun to wrinkle, bent jagged and left bleeding. It stings, and with an audible gasp for air, Takasugi sets his sights on a new goal. What looks like a car, ten feet away.
Temporary sanctuary from whatever is slowly eroding him.
Yanking the door open costs him two nails entirely, but he climbs in without delay. Slamming it shut, air returns to his lungs almost immediately, though the blood on his face is still wet. Sticky, in the humidity.
He doesn't pay any attention to his company, head leaned back against the seat to recuperate.]
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He'd been out in it for a while. He was bleeding in multiple places, and had been for just long enough that what lingered on his skin was deep red and sticky. Just the perfect consistency to...
Well, the visitor will very soon have her pressing up into his side, hand going to trail fingers through the blood. So much for greetings, but this is clearly more important, even if he does need to recover from the ordeal. At least he made it. He could have been next in the line of sickeningly beautiful noises coming from outside, the wet slicing of bodies, the crunch of bone... It was too good. She'd be hard pressed to leave the vehicle, honestly.
(Never mind that her own venturing had her coughing up blood herself, dark stains on her sleeves evidence enough of that.)]
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So long as the exposed, sensitive skin left bare - his nails no doubt left on the asphalt - don't move, the pain isn't severe enough to acknowledge.
Which means he's moving on to his company. There's a sweet scent in the air, strong enough to be recognizable even through the blood that coats his nostrils. They flare, the smell scratching the back of his throat. Perfume? Or... the smell of a woman.
He won't be able to differentiate, with the girl crawling up to his side and caressing the path of red smeared across his face. After an eye twitch directed at nothing in particular, Takasugi turns to the intruder.
Wraps his hand around hers, fingers pressed into fabric stained deep red.] That's not yours. [His blood, and a question about what's on her arm all at once.]
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[An answer to the statement and the question all at once as well, though she doesn't jerk away, doesn't try to pull her hand out of his grasp. Instead, she does much the opposite - shifts closer, drapes her other arm around his shoulder, leans into his space...
And drags her tongue through the trail of blood left behind, paying special attention to the unique mix of wet and dry just free of his tear ducts.]
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His shoulders roll, spine arching in defiance of her position.
Not to mention her method of staking claim.
Blood supplanted by saliva, Takasugi keens his head away from the girl's lavish indulgence. Not far enough to dislodge her, simply enough to make his displeasure known.]
Like what you taste? [It's uncomfortable, but he's yet to meet a monster quite so intimately here.
His hand hasn't drifted to his knife.
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In Takasugi's case, more drips of blood are exposed, but little else. He's not tattered and bruised, so he could be more attractive, but... there was also a certain dangerous air about him that kept her enticed.
Another newly exposed track of blood is licked away before she answers.]
Of course.
[A quick flick of her tongue cleans what blood of his still clung to her lips, and even despite the state they're in, she still offers something resembling the smile of just another innocent schoolgirl.]