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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)
todoroki shouto, my hero academia, ota!!
[he scoffs, rolls himself out of machine, and begins testing the validity of the claims. everything behaves normally, stretch of muscles and tug of sinew, nose ears and eyes, crack of knuckles as he flexes them, stretch and breath in a zen pose that often accompanies a training regime]
[but it still doesn't take long to notice something's amiss, stopping to stare at his right hand as there's a quiet cracckk, a layer of frost forming on his skin nigh instantaneously — ]
[and then melting away just as quickly]
[his left hand raises to join in the test, a small, glowing flame forming at the center of his palm before it, too, is snuffed out; it goes on like this for a while, his face growing more and more irritably — and yet no matter how much anger he begins to show or how he grits his teeth, nothing greater than these meager manifestations ever rises, and he tires himself out quickly]
This is hell. [well, he decided that quickly]
[might as well go on the search for some clothing that suits him better than this and get to working on this homework assignment]
[a button-up shirt and jeans with a nametag pinned to the breast labelled ERIC, and he thinks he's ready to test out the rules of this "role". one third of what he says shouldn't be difficult to strive for in the event that he'll aim to cover his bases from the get-go and form an interweaving story about a boy's life he's never lived]
[if the information on that screen was any indicator, they're going to be here a while. he needs to set up a safe zone, build some kind of shelter, collect supplies — do what he needs to in order to survive. the sporting goods store seems like the best place to start, finding a pocket knife and a durable tent to set up somewhere where there are walls to enclose it in. a few sleeping bags, flashlights, and assorted other camping gear later, and he'll have a home base: it all goes into a shopping cart.]
[food next. the protein bars and bottled water from the outdoors section are a great start, but he'll need more variety to keep his sanity intact, so best to check behind the counters in the food court for canned goods and the like. it's difficult when it's mostly bulk goods, but he's pulling he thinks will be useful nonetheless — and then heads to the maternity store. baby food probably isn't delicious, but it is pact with nutrients that will keep the body going.]
[eventually, he notices the added closing glass doors in a clothing store and considers the dressing rooms... before he makes his way in to begin setting up his new abode, for however long this game plays itself.]
[deciding he's done as well as he can for now, it's time to head back down to where people are gathering, and "Eric", with his mismatched hair and eyes scans the mall for anyone who doesn't seem to be one of the programmed regulars, gathering rather quickly from a few interactions — and how they didn't care at all when he began moving items from one place to another without paying — that they aren't real people (as "real" as anything gets nowadays, anyway).]
[the ones who are like him were probably wearing expressions he didn't sport but felt: confusion, loss, maybe some determination in the midst of it all. with a face that doesn't seem to show much emotion very often, he doesn't hesitate to introduce himself:]
Hey. You stuck here like me?
The mist seems thinner right now. [whether or not the person standing beside him wanted his observation on things, they're getting it now. Todoroki's been sitting on the floor in front of the (bloodstained) glass doors to the outside world and watching the mist for a few hours now, how it ebbs and flows, thickens and thins, becomes more and less visible with its mercurial mood.]
It's clearly affecting people, but I want to know in what way and how long it takes. [brave kid... he's unsnapping a watch from his wrist, offering it out to someone standing beside him] Time me. I'm going to stand near the doors and talk my way through what I'm seeing and feeling.
[anyone got the balls to join him? two heads are better than one? no? it's fine, he'll go on his own no matter what.]
[enough time has passed for the walkie-talkies in the mall to be found and made useable, and Todoroki bids his time for his chance to use one. it's understandable that each person wants to seek out their loved ones and important people (or, the code of them? is that what they are now?), and he himself has full confidence in the people he seeks to have... well, survived thus far]
[so with a deep breath, he presses the speak button, voice calm and easy]
I'm looking for anyone from UA Academy in Musutafu Japan. This is Todoroki Shouto. Please respond. And if anyone else is in need of assistance, I'm a hero-in-training. Let me know what I can do to help. Over.
(notes! all the way up until the mist prompt, Todoroki will be doing the "pathological" role and thus lying about pretty much everything, right down to who he is, where he's from, and what he does — even if he runs into canonmates. CR from these prompts will be built on false pretenses, but he'll definitely clean his guilty conscience once he's been freed from the role. as far as light mist exposure, shared hallucinations can contain a variety of troubling themes such as murder/death, gore, violence, past child abuse, dehumanization, general mental unwellness, and possibly more. tread at your own risk! if you need to contact me for any reason, feel free to PM this journal or send a PP to
meet & greet
[ Peggy turns to look at him when he addresses her with a question. ]
It seems like a strange place to deposit us, but I can't help but wonder what the significance of this mall is, if there is any.
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[so where's "home" for "Eric"?]
Uh. I got "deposited" here by my mom to look for a new video game. You here for maternity?
[Eric is an asshole.]
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No, I am not. [ She gives him her best line-face, but it's temporary, and is replaced by a more neutral expression again. ] I found myself in a strange white room, and the next thing I knew, I was here.
[ And apparently her only goal is to survive, which, while decidedly ominous, is not particularly helpful. ]
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light mist exposure
But now they're back together again, standing at the doorway and staring the mist down as though if they watched long enough, they'd be able to figure it all out. His eyes snap down when the wristwatch is offered over and he furrows his brow. ]
You can't go out there by yourself.
[ He's seen people go two feet from the door and then disappear forever. It's not worth it. ]
I can't keep the mist off of us [ he should be able to, he can't ], but I'll go with you. Keep one hand on the door and one on you.
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[still...]
[their mutual cooperation and teamwork is only... so-so. it takes more than compatible quirks to really accomplish something, and despite the strides in their relationship during the make-up course, Todoroki still feels no small amount of chagrin for the boy who too often looks at his face and sees his father.]
[this moment isn't one of them]
[he looks back, a muted expression of surprise on his face, gears behind mismatched eyes turning the plot over... and then he nods, drawing his hand back to refasten the watch]
Alright. [assigned roles, their "rivalry", the whole situation aside — Yoarashi Inasa is a trustworthy person]
I'll start the timer as soon as we open the door. [he stands, brushes the back of his jeans off, and rolls up a sleeve; it's safer, sturdier for him to grip his skin when clothing can so easily shred or slip off]
[one hand on the door and the other half-offered to Yoarashi, elbow and forearm first, he glances back]
Ready?
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Inasa lifts his hands up and adjusts the cap on top of his head. It may not be his hero costume, not as comforting, but he's glad for it all the same. ]
As ready as I'll ever be.
[ He reaches out and takes a hold of Todoroki's arm, near the elbow, and sucks in a deep breath before he follows him out into the world outside of the door.
The first thing Inasa notices is the smell. His nose wrinkles as he sniffs at the air, his free hand firmly grasping the handle of the door they just walked out of. ]
Is that... bleach? Maybe?
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radio
Half-N-Half.
[ A short pause. ]
Use codenames, idiot.
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[deliberately obtuse or downright spiteful? hard to say]
I'm relieved to hear from you. Go to channel 9.
[he doesn't even wait for a response, clicking over instantly]
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ARE YOU FUCKEN KIDDING ME!!! USE CODENAMES ASSHOLE!!!
[ istg you piss him off so much sometimes! ]
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radio
[If he's looking for anyone else from UA... well, being realistic, he was looking for the other heroics course students. Hitoshi wasn't on anyone's list for rescue. So he doesn't respond with his name mainly just out of spite. It's not even properly directed spite, just a generalized spite at the hero course itself.]
"What kind of heroing are you going to do when our quirks barely work?"
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[well, either way — ]
If we're powerless, that means everyone else is too. Supply gathering, first aid, crisis response, and mediation are good places to start.
Who is this?
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"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.]
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light mist!
That's... probably good, right? [That it's thinner, she means. If the things came with the mist, maybe they'll leave with it too?
She does a quick double-take and a loud squawk of] What!? [When he talks about going out there, though she moves on autopilot to take the watch, fumbling with it in her alarm] Are you insane!? Do you have a death wish!? Did you not see the monster thing fling a- a body into the windows?!
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[which means he's of the same mind as her: if the things come with it, they probably retreat with it, and he can focus on the other aspect that seems to plague whoever's exposed to the noxious fume]
I don't have a death wish [probably], but we need more information before we can move forward properly. If there's a key to resisting its hold in order to get out of here, we need to find it.
[a glance back at her, and there's something imploring about mismatched eyes:] Will you help or not?
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If he's meaning to sacrifice himself for the greater good or something, she'd feel bad letting him do it alone. She takes a breath, closes her eyes,and decides to channel the pragmatism of her older brother. She's been in-- Okay, the situations weren't like this at all, but these little tests of psychology and 'what will someone do' and those dumb little mind games? This isn't the same, but the response is similar enough.
When she opens her eyes she's a little calmer, expression set and determined] ...Alright. But I'm going with you. You might need someone to drag you back if things get too bad or something, and two heads are better than one.
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mist (because this is clearly the best idea)
The perfect imprint of what was clearly half a man. The drying streaks of blood down the glass. The pool of it on the ground and the trail leading into the fog from where the remains had been dragged away.
To the unfamiliar eye, her flushed face and full-body shudder could easily be interpreted as shocked revulsion. Unfortunately, she doesn't have too long to revel in the sight before a definitely familiar voice starts talking about going off into the fog and, really, who would she be to deny a death wish? Especially when that death wish was directed to no one in particular aside from the criteria of being nearby. Poor boy.
Todoroki could be better, but he was cute enough, and he was practically volunteering to go become the sexiest man alive, so she gladly takes that watch and leans on the door in just such a way to make it swing and stay open without actually setting foot outside.]
So trusting, Todoroki-kun~
yells at you
[it takes a moment to place her: a fight in the woods he'd come rushing upon with others, Uraraka pinned to the ground and struggling, and a hasty retreat that had been left simmering in the back of his mind for months — the time when he'd let a classmate slip through his fingers and a dark, jaunting taunt]
[her presence doesn't bother him as much as someone else's could — but there's no warmth when he looks at her all the same, eyes narrowing coolly]
[they still don't know her ability, and that would seem like such a bigger threat if he didn't suspect she was equally as powerless as he is here — maybe less, considering the difference in their stature and what he supposes is their physical prowess]
...Forget it. [with a wide step back, and a loose tendril of mist seeming to reach for him as it slithers around his ankle and dissipates — which is only a taste of what it's doing to her, the closer body]
[he'll just consider the watch a loss]
supplies
A small section of an aisle mostly filled with pocket knives.
This isn't a camping trip.
The appeal in the filet knives are the sheathes - they'd be less troublesome to carry around than the bare knife wrapped in fabric tucked into his boot.
He's been loitering long enough for a thin shroud of smoke to hang over the shelves. The electronic device in his mouth doesn't compare to his pipe, but it's something to grind his teeth against. Something to taste, and overwhelm the sterile scent of rubber and cleaner that pervades the store.
A mist of his own, rising in plumes from his mouth - that there's a finite supply of fluid to smoke doesn't slow his inhales.
Company comes not as a surprise, but not wholly welcome. All the weapons available, and this kid chooses a pocket knife.] What are you going to do with that? [And a cart full of shit - a tent, most noticeably.
What's next, yams to roast over the fire?]
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[the last time he ran into someone who liked knives gave him a few scars, but that situation and this one are entirely removed from one another; nothing shows on his face — mismatched eyes staying steady as he opens the knife and runs his thumb parallel to the blade, testing its sharpness]
Use it. [simply, giving a glance over, only just taking in a face with one eye covered, with no curiosity or surprise at what might be missing]
To section bandages or open canned food or whatever else I need to use it for. [there's an incredulity there that he has to explain the countless uses of a pocket knife, so instead he nods to the machete — ] What are you going to do with that?
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As if there's any need for canned rations with a god damned food court. As if bandages have any use when people are being torn limb from limb.
Still, preparing for the worst is something Takasugi hasn't caught many others doing. At least this guy has made it past the stage of caustic optimism. He'd gamble most of their ranks will die with those beliefs cradled in their dismembered arms.]
Cut a path. [That's what machetes are usually used for - hacking through jungle brush. The vines here have a life, a hunger, of their own, but it isn't so different.
Neither of them willing to budge beyond a superficial answer, Takasugi moves in a different way. Departing from his deliberation for the moment, he crosses the aisle to look over the boy's shoulder. Pluck a knife from the shelf.
Flip it open, and turn the weapon over in his hand. As if testing the weight-] Do you think you can hide out until this all blows over? [That tent is just really rustling his jimmies, apparently.]
supply collection
Oi. I need those beans. [He had his eye on them first! Nevermind that he couldn't quite tell if the kid was reaching for them or was going to bypass them all together... Best just to stake his claim early.]
Pass 'em over quick. I don't want someone messing with my stuff while I'm not lookin'.
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Ah... [is all he says as he picks up the can up — ]
[aaaand starts walking the opposite direction with his new conquest]
[thanks, Gintoki, good idea]
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time for science
Do you want to put yourself on a leash? I can't promise I'll be able to pull you back in if you get in trouble, but I'll do my best. [He's casual, more casual than anyone his apparent age (slightly younger than Todoroki) has a right to be when talking about this situation. At least the lab coat he's wearing makes him look slightly more like he knows what he's doing.]
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[still, quirks in his world make all kinds of people behave in all kinds of ways, and he'd rather take the assistance at face value]
A more appropriate word is "tether". [pointedly... he's not a dog]
Do you have a belt on? If we link two, we can probably hook the end around that pole there. [a gesture to a thin column that stands in support at the entrance, and he looks to him expectantly]
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