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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
[He still feels like he's dying. The extremely casual way he's approached almost makes him laugh- except for the fact that if he opened his mouth that wide he's not sure what would happen. It's more of a sharp, gasped kind of chuckle.]
Yeah, that's sure fucking true. [This was probably, objectively, the worst day in his life. He'd made it. Stick a flag on this day and declare it the worst.]
Hey, r- [hck- keep it together] Real question... d'you think I might just... wake up from this? [Were they that cliche yet? He'd take anything at this point.]
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... So don't go getting any bright ideas, kid!]
[Keeping casual was Gintoki's modus operandi. He liked to think it boosted morale by keeping a sense of 'normalcy' in the joint.
Once he's about an arm's length away from Shinsou, Gintoki squats down to better get a look at the kid's face. He takes another swig of his beer. This guy was clearly not just feeling a little down in the dumps... He was actively suffering. With every twitch and grimace, Gintoki grows more attentive.]
I don't think we're gonna get that kinda luxury, kid. When'd this start, huh? Or did you come in out of those weird pods feeling like shit already?
no subject
[It's at least a bit more normal. If Gintoki showed any sign of panic, that would probably make it worse. At least with that reaction he can try and pull himself back into a state that can provide answers. He can try and think.]
N- No. It wasn't like this... then. [It was surprisingly fine coming out of the pod, aside from being disoriented and, you know, being kidnapped.]
They told me I had to work- [and just admitting that makes his lungs briefly feel like they're full of lead] but, like- the mall's closed, right? I should get to go- [he coughs and his hand is speckled with a strange, black substance]
Shouldn't I get to go home? Or- or, what, just back in the pod?! [ok not even the purest concentrated casualness can really stop that fit of nerves]
no subject
[The albino's eyes narrow as he watches the kid continue to struggle. His brows furrow and he takes another - much larger - swig of his can of beer. He finished the beverage and crushes the can before tossing it aside.]
The mall's closed, but maybe your boss wanted you to work sᴜᴘᴇʀ ᴏᴠᴇʀᴛɪᴍᴇ, y'know? Besides, there ain't a point in trying to leave. Outside this place is a shitstorm. [The man slowly lifts himself to stand.] Where were you working? Maybe we can find your boss and chew him out, huh?
no subject
Outside's worse? [Being stuck in there all day was making him wonder if there even was an outside. So many people seemed to conveniently disappear the second he looked away from them. If there were these phantom people who just existed inside the mall, what was outside the mall? A shitstorm, apparently.]
I- [he coughs again, another splattering of black goop] I don't even know if I had a boss. [Maybe his "role" did but he was pretty much alone the whole day.] If there was a person I'd tell them I quit.
[He pulls back his hand, stares at the goop, considers whether it's even worth the effort to try and wipe it off on something. He sighs.] ... I was in the food court. [He does finally answer.]
Sorry for the delay!
Yeah, seems like there's something outside making snacks outta people who try to leave. We just gotta hope they stay out there, ya'know? [The black goo has caught his attention this time. He'd been so busy trying to be non-chalant that he didn't catch the thick, dark liquid the first time. Red eyes soften as he leans forward to snake an arm around the other, hooking him under the arm. He doesn't bother asking if the kid wants to go back.
He's made the executive decision to take action himself.]
Hm, then lets go see if there's someone we can hand your notice in to, huh? Before you keep chuckin up muck.
no problem! :3
[He barely even has time to stop and think about how, if this vomit didn't kill him, something else might. Before he can dwell on it, he's been dragged up to his feet. He's a little startled but, well, he definitely doesn't have energy to struggle and this guy doesn't really look like he's going to steal his organs or something.]
[And, well, this way at least misery had company.]
G- Got it. [he mutters through one hand over his mouth.]
[He's relying on Gintoki to stand but he does try to keep his other hand a bit away- like, for as shitty as his situation was, he might as well not get black sick goo over this guy's clothes.]
no subject
What part of the food court were you working in, huh?
[While Shinsou's efforts to keep Gintoki's yukata clean have not gone unnoticed, it's ultimately not something he was particularly worried about. They were in a mall, after all - with plenty of opportunities to "borrow" some new threads if need be.]
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That place... [he weakly gestures with his free hand. The gesture is not helpful.]
The one with the pretzels. [aka Auntie Anne's. He was so sick of looking at pretzels. Cinnamon pretzels, pretzel dogs, dipping sauce...]
[... for saying he felt sick, though, he actually felt less like he would vomit as they trudged back. His head was still spinning, it was still hard to focus, but he didn't feel that black ichor pushing at his throat anymore.]