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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
I can't leave work! [He leans away, ready to anchor himself to this kiosk in any way possible. He couldn't depend on One For All, but that didn't mean he hadn't worked out every muscle in his body for a year.] It's not because my boss told me to stay, I'm not allowed! It's how my hand got like this in the first place--
[There's a crack and there's a hiss of pain from him--a twinge of pain had shot up his arms. The simulation had told him not to talk about his role, didn't it? And here he was, two seconds away of blabbing about it so it wouldn't be pulled away.]
no subject
Her expression is one of desperately trying, and spectacularly failing, at trying to withhold any panic. Worse yet, the unfortunate conclusion she draws is announced to anyone and everyone within shouting earshot of a very perturbed gem. ]
Are you saying they beat you if you don't work!? [ This is the final straw for Pearl. This is a case of pure, unchecked abuse. And she needs to pull this poor, miserable child away from this painful atmosphere. ]
Please remain calm! [ The way she's shouting, it's hard to tell if she's telling that to Midoriya or somehow trying to project her own obvious panic. ] There's no need to panic! I'm going to make sure this doesn't happen again. Come on, we need to get out of here. Now!
[ And now she starts pulling. All she knows is that she wants to get this poor boy away from the kiosk before whoever is watching it can intervene. ]
no subject
You're panicking, but you have to listen! [Says the boy three seconds from having his bones possibly shatter] Please! Listen to me! There is no one hurting me, no one is coming for me, but if you make me leave this booth, then I will get hurt!
[He reaches out--arm screaming in protest--and grabs one of the poles from the hair display. Hopefully that would be enough to stall for time if his feet failed.]
The only way to stop it from happening again is if I stay within fifteen steps of this kiosk, or the simulation-- [Another crack--and suddenly Izuku's ring finger is the same color purple as his pinky, a gust of wind the only indication that anything had happened. It hurts, like it had when he was unable to control One For All--but his grip remains firm on the pole.]
--just! Trust me, okay! [He speaks through gritted teeth, wincing.]
no subject
[ The crack immediately stops any insistent pulling though. ] ... What was that? [ Her neck cranes to look back to the human trying to latch on for dear life to the kiosk, and her eyes near immediately draw to the newly injured finger.
Suddenly realizing her mistake, Pearl rips her hands away from Midoriya, instead slapping them over her own mouth to try and (poorly) hide her shock. At least it finally means she listens to Midoriya, but she looks like she's about ready to fall over.
Why does she always end up hurting children she's trying to help?]The simulation!? [ Finally, someone who actually mentions that! Pearl has been so used to keeping secrets and assuming people know less than her that until now... she's pretty much just played along. Sure, she has been thinking of what it all means and how to solve a way out, but this is the first time those thoughts seem to come out from another person. Everyone else seemed so... content?
And then she remembers that warning. Play your role. The way that voice spoke in such a familiar Diamond-like tone. The injuries... it suddenly makes sense. It's Homeworld all over again, isn't it?
Pearl crouches back to Deku, covering his mouth with one hand and taking his injured hand into the other. ] Shh! I understand now. Please, whatever you do, don't say that anymore! We can't talk about that voice, this game, those rol—
[ Oops. Just as she disobeys her own warning, confirmation comes in the form of a sudden crack of her own. The gemstone on her forehead cracks neatly along its side, forcing Pearl to shut up more than fast enough. Her grip on Midoriya tightens, and she sports a shocked expression for a few moments before realizing what happens. The pain is absolutely horrid, but she tries to smile and laugh it off. ] O...OH! Well! Whoopsie-daisy! Let's just! Settle down and keep calm, right?
no subject
It's-- [He tries to reassure her--but before he can get out as much as a peep, there's a hand over his mouth. Okay, so maybe not completely at the listening stage after all. But that's fine, because they could work up to that now that she's--
--oh.
It seems that they couldn't catch a break. There's a crack that in no way comes from his bones, but seems to have come from the woman. Izuku looks up to see that whatever gem is embedded in her forehead seems to have fractured--and from her expression, it doesn't seem like it was a good thing.]
Are you okay? [He's standing now, reaching out a hand hesitantly to...do what? Comfort her? He had no idea what significance the stone in her forehead had (something to do with a quirk-like power, maybe)--and he was in no way qualified to figure out how to fix it. The hand hovers, indecisive.] Sorry, I didn't mean for you to get hurt!
no subject
Me? Nonsense! I'm fine! It's going to be okay! [ She pulls her hands back and tries to wave them, palms out towards Deku, to signal 'calm down' as vaguely as she can. ]
You didn't do anything! We're fine okay? We just need to focus, and not do anything rash, right? [ She's trying to signal as hard as she can that she knows now what he means by the simulation, but trying to keep the wording vague enough that they won't have to mention it again.
Then, finally, betraying her attempts to be calm, she finally brings a hand up to rub slightly at the crack in her gem. It isn't terrible, but weirdly enough, like Midoriya's broken arm, it isn't having the usual effects it should. No uncontrolled shapeshifting, no real pain. Well, not until she decides to poke at it and irritates herself with a wince. ]
I'm sure it's just a scratch! [ She announces after pulling her hand away from the obvious pain. ] But your hand looks awful. We surely must do something about it!
[ Well, that and the whole... "can't leave work" thing. Baby steps. But since he seems to know more about his situation than her, she finally gives in. Dropping the 'know-it-all' assumption, she takes a deep breath and crouches down. She's finally listening. ] What can I do to help?