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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)
no subject
Instead of bile, he spews words. Impressive-]
So. What changed? [Since the boy was able to talk that much, Takasugi will continue to expect answers from him. Continue to ask questions with a smile on his face, appraising the other's turmoil as if window shopping.]
cw: emetophobia
[But, really, if he were in the same situation he couldn't even do that. He wasn't used to being exposed to this sort of thing. His inexperience would start to show.]
I don't know! [He repeats, louder, more frustrated, and that leaves a weakness in his own self control. His dips his head back down, into his hand, hoping to keep it back, and fails. He doesn't fail terribly but he does still fail, spitting up a mess of something that doesn't really look like it belongs inside a human stomach. It's black, viscous substance that drips over the edge of his palm, oozing and then falling off in strange-looking chunks. It's disgusting but the taste at least doesn't trigger another wave of it.]
I don't know! It wasn't like this when I was running the stupid store! [There were some headaches but nothing like this.]
good shit
A few droplets fleck his leg, staining fabric black.
Disgusting - Takasugi's smile falters as he considers the state of his clothing. The acrid bite that usually accompanies vomit isn't so severe with this dark sludge, at least-
With a glance cast over his shoulder, Takasugi scans the stores of the food court. This guy's uniform matches the coffee shop, so...]
Did you drink anything there? [Maybe it's like Persephone - indulge, and be bound for life.]
no subject
[Something at the shop... He thinks back, not to confirm whether or not he ate something, but trying to remember exactly what. He was stuck there all day. He got hungry. He hadn't really wanted to go anywhere because, to be honest, he was still shaken by this whole new situation. So, now he's got to consider that he ate some sort of weird glitchy food that was fucking up his stomach.]
Y- yeah. [And, if he did it to himself, he can't really direct that anger anywhere but at himself.]
Yeah, I did, I was there all day! [And while it would be convenient if he didn't feel hunger in a simulation, it would also be unrealistic. And they can't have that.]
So, I had some coffee! Some... some scones or something. [he pushes his clean hand through his hair, staring down at the black ichor that was already starting to dry up and turn ashy in his hands, like slowly erasing the evidence.]
no subject
But none of that matters.
It's strange. Impossible, and yet they're both marked with it.
Takasugi brushes his thumb over the substance on his leg, smearing it like ash across fabric.
Already fading... though he doubts the boy's pain has abated any, judging by the strain ever present in his voice.] Hmm- [An accusatory look, as if the boy only has himself to blame.]
Did anyone else, [anyone real] help themselves?
no subject
[He takes another couple of shaky breaths, thinking back.]
There- ... a girl. [He talked to another normal person, a pretty nice normal person. The idea that she could be suffering right now is just about the only thing that could make him feel shittier. It's not like he really knew her. Still, the idea that he had offered her food and she might be in a situation like this-]
Hey- [he reaches out, grabbing at the other's clothes. There's another smudged stain of black. He doesn't really care about the state of someone's clothes right now.]
You didn't see anyone else like this, right?! No one else spitting up their- [hrrk]
[For all the energy he had in grabbing at the other, he does quickly turn away and end up spewing out another stomachful of black goop. It hits the floor with a sort of heavier sounding smack than a liquid should. As much as it's drying up on his hands, there's now a fresh lining of blackness to his lips. Gross.]
no subject
A single eye slides to watch the dim flickering that darkens the boy's shadows, dully registering a comment about a girl.
He's jerked back, physically, a jarring development - but not one that wipes the smile from his face. Takasugi doesn't balk against the contact, he just shrugs.]
Don't remember. [Without effort to fix his wrinkled collar, Takasugi stands. Angling his body towards the coffee shop, he casts the plague-ridden youth at his side a glance.] Go check yourself.
[As if he's in any state for that.]
If you can't do it like that, then you'll have to find a way to settle your stomach. [Typically, when the body rejects something, the best thing to do is let it all out. That'd be Takasugi's only suggestion, but he's starting to head towards the closed venue.
A cursory investigation; he's not planning on eating anything himself.]
no subject
[He did tell him the truth though. He either found a way to stop spitting up this gunk or he stayed useless.]
Fine- [Despite the fact it was the truth, he still has to say it a little spitefully. This wave of nausea may be pausing but his experience says it will be back just as quickly. His half-savior half-tormented is moving. He knows he's not going to get any better from sitting on this bench. The rest wasn't helping.]
[He'll brace his feet and try to stand but it's going to be a lengthy process. He's barely standing by the time Takasugi makes it to the abandoned counter and register.]