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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)
EotM
The surprised laugh coming from Sam was absolutely undignified, but this was honestly a sight he would have never expected to see in a million years. Maybe a billion. He gaped for a full fives seconds, one hand settled on his brother's shoulder, the other settled on his own chest. This can't be reality.
"Hold on, I might— I think I might be dying. Are you—?" The younger Winchester eyed his brother up and down, gaze lingering on the name tag before the most shit-eating grin to ever grace his features settled on to his face. He was going to have to say it. He couldn't pass on this opportunity. "Are you employee of the month, man? I'm so proud of you..."
Sam pulled his brother into a tight slap-hug, and while he didn't think it would translate that he was happy to see his brother alive and unscathed, he did think it would drive Dean absolutely crazy.
Dean's not the only one who knows a good opportunity for a little payback.
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They'd both been in alternative realities before, and as usual, whatever was happening seemed outside their control. But just because they’d both been here and done this, it didn’t make the experience any more welcome. If anything, the fact he had to part-time it in a vegetable store while Sam didn’t, well this was just punishment on a scale that far surpassed Sam’s stupid grin.
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"I don't know, man. I thought you were supposed to be going on break right now," he said, not-so-nonchalantly, rather pointedly hinting strongly as one of the other staff members milled around a rack of kale behind Dean. Why did Sam feel like they were under a lot more scrutiny than initially suggested? Everyone in the store seemed to be side-eyeing the pair.
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Dean walked Sam to the tea aisle. (WHY? How many kinds of tea could there even be?). It took Dean a solid ten seconds to mentally deal with just how many kinds if tea existed, but then he returned to the problem at hand. “So why are you here? Were you just going to casually shop for a salad in the... the Veggely Weggely?” Yeah, he smiled at that terrible joke. He could play it off as part of the customer service schtick, but he just thought Veggely Weggely sounded funny.
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"Come on, Dean, you know I came here looking for you," he implored as he tucked a Don E’s Organic Healthfoods flyer a little deeper into the back pocket of his jeans. He honestly hadn't enjoyed the waking experience, but he'd already met a couple interesting people who were about as clearly confused as the rest of them even if they weren't talking about it.
Glancing at the wall of tea, Sam nodded, pointed, and reached out for the autumn varietal. The slight glance at Dean, a twinge of guilt at his interest, and the younger Winchester was doing what he could to compensate. "We've got to make this look real." Saying so a risk, he knew, but he also understood how much more complex tea blends got around the colder months and he thought he could use a cup of tea later, anyway.
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He pointed at the tea in Sam’s hand. “Yeah, that one’s really…” Dean craned his head and read from the package. “’Warm and soothing like an ancient ritual.’” Dean had to pause and take a deep breath before pressing nobly on. He took down another tin of tea that had a bear cub drinking a cup of tea on the label. “And this one probably turns you into a fucking bear.”
A patron browsing a staggeringly large selection of “nighttime teas” harrumphed, and Dean hustled Sam out of the aisle. “C’mon, lets shop meat.” At least he could readily identify a steak, even if it did have to claim, like Sam, to be grass-fed. At the butcher counter, Dean pointed out some actual food with a modicum of enthusiasm. “Wow, this looks good!” He gestured the butcher toward a particularly large New York strip steak and patted Sam on the back. “Look, I’m helping you live your best life.” Wasn’t that what the kids were saying? The fact the phrase tasted like garbage in his mouth made him think he’d guessed correctly.
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Holding the hefty package in his hand, Sam scrunched his eyebrows at his brother. "And I should just start a fire in the hall to cook this, or what?" he asked. He could imagine Dean confiscating a grill from Sears, but all Sam could think about was how crappy it would be if things, as they were apt to do, went awry, and the mall burned down around them. No escaping the mist then.
"Anyway, I don't have—" He read the side. "—forty-two fifty to pay for this thing and the sign on the door says they don't accept plastic, so..." But he was getting the tea, so he placed the packed meat back on the counter and waved an apology at the clerk.
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He walked away from the counter, trailing his brother. He stepped around Sam, effectively stopping him in between the baskets of red berries and the baskets of blue berries (blueberries maybe). "How about some of these, uh, summer berries? They're very - " he hesitated, glanced at the sign posted among the fruit, and finished a little flat, " - juicy."
He gestured particularly to the red berries, leaning down a bit to "inspect". When Sam followed his lead, he said, "So I can't leave here. You're going to have to do recon." He stood straight, gesturing grandly, and (rather loudly) announcing, "They go great with milk." Milk? It was on the wall behind Sam, of course.
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"Milk, huh?" he asked, his acting a little dull. "Do you have any... nut milk?" Sam added, barely able to control the twitch of his lips at the juvenile joke. As he turned to stare into the display, Sam tried to play it cool, but he could feel the rumble of a chortle trying to eek its way out of his belly. He knew there was something serious to be addressed here, but every single opportunity to drag Dean felt like an advantage here for some reason. Almost as if he really did belong in the rows and rows of muesli and mung beans.
Dean, thy name is soyferring!
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"Might I suggest the flax milk instead?" He pointed to the ostensible favorite. "As you can see, it contains ten grams of plant-based protein to fuel your smile." With that, he gave his brother his winningest grin, as though he were proof positive of the effects of drinking GudMilx. As though anyone should even consider such a stupid-ass thing as non-dairy fucking milk.
"As you can see, it comes in delicious Vanilla Dream and, oh - Herbaceous Chocolate! That sounds yummy!" He was becoming more and more convincing and Dean wasn't sure if he was just committed to the bit or if he was actually becoming infected by the fug of vegetables and hipster BO that clung to Don E's.
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He urged the conversation back toward the earlier subject, his voice lowering. "Dude, let's go. You don't owe these people anything," he said, and then clarified: "Unless you can't leave." Which, now that he thought about it, was pretty much the only reason he could imagine his brother sticking around for any amount of time in this place.
Turning to look over his shoulder again, Sam noted another shopper lingering around. He resisted the urge to engage, but the fact that they couldn't get a second to themselves was really starting to grate on him.
He nodded Dean down another aisle and moved locations again, this time to an extensive display of cabbages. Just cabbages. So many cabbages.
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Time for a classic older-brother move: insult the little brother to divert attention.
“So what’s your role? Annoying vegan moose?” He snorted a laugh as though that had been particularly sick burn.
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"That's the thing: I don't have one," he admitted, and while that was just like another dig at his brother, he felt kind of bad for this one. He'd only been charged with survival, with maintaining while the people around him were being forced to whatever. "So that kind of throws a monkey wrench in that theory," Sam said.
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Dean picked up a large red cabbage and handed it to Sam. “That should be the one you’re looking for, then.”
The employee stopped, addressing Sam. “Is there anything I can help you with?”
Dean scoffed, “Nah, pal, I got this.”
The man smiled at the both of them, and moved on, cheery as ever. “Have a nice day!”
Dean looked to his brother, mouthing what the fuck?
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He was just about to ask when another employee — someone totally different — walked up with a sample tray in hand. "Would you like to try out fair trade organic no-GMO fully sustainable seaweed and buckwheat energy powder?" he asked, exuberantly holding the try up under Sam's now. He shot Dean a nasty look in the meantime.
Feeling pressured, Sam took one of the cups and held it up in salute. "Thanks."
The clerk stared, waited.
Sam frowned and glanced at his brother and then dropped back the shot of what he could only describe as salty sawdust. He coughed the grains inelegantly. "Mmmm..."
Satisfied, the man nodded and walked away.
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He walked Sam toward the checkout lines. "Well, I'm going to do a little recon of my own," he hooked a thumb over his shoulder toward - well, he actually didn't know where the bathroom was, but he was going to find it. He snagged a magazine from the checkout and stood back to allow Sam to place his items on the belt. "I'll catch up with you later."
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Passing over some cash, he gestured to catch his brother's attention before he moved away. "Listen, this might sound premature, but I feel like you should... stash some toilet paper somewhere. You know, just in case." Things get wild when there's no toilet paper.
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"Hey, man," he said as his brother departed, "stay out of trouble out there, huh?" It'd be all they needed for Dean to have to bail his brother out of Paul Blart's mall jail.