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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
Whatever the hell that is.
Side-quest or dinner date?
He doesn't even bother muffling his incredulously confused sounding: ]
What the hell?
GOD I SHOULD HAVE PUT THAT HE'S COMICPOOL IN MY TOPLEVEL I AM A FOOL, AN UTTER BUFFOON....!
Wade holsters his gun, but his arm hovers nearby just in case. You never know.]
That's what she said.
[And while he's pretty sure he recognizes this particular one-arm mcangsty stud, he just can't help himself, tilting his head at Bucky's metal arm and tapping his chin, mask-eyes narrowed in consideration:]
...Hmmm, arm's not quite screen-accurate, but I'll only dock you a few points- you can thank your superior construction for that, I can tell you really put your heart into it.
I'm ashamed of u son, I'm afraid you're disinherited
Superior what? [ You know what? Nevermind; focus on the bigger issue at hand here. Barnes's eyes narrow through the fog as a nice big patch rolls between them. ] Are you- Christ, are you real?
[ Which is... probably not a comforting thing to be asked by a guy with a metal arm holding broken sanitation equipment but this, apparently, is his life now. ]
I was premature......... my shame only grows.......
Then again, four more minutes of this and he'll probably have bigger concerns than some overly enthusiastic wood. They both will. Wade's no stranger to his mind playing tricks on him (actually, it's weirder for him when it isn't), but he's been catching snippets of conversations he shouldn't be, voices he knows he can't be hearing; Marvel dot Wikia dot com might have his intelligence pegged at, like, a two, but even he's smart enough to know that that's not a great sign.
He's not sure if the implication that he's not the only one straddling the shit-losing line makes him feel better or worse, either. But as for the immediate question:]
Uh, yes? I mean, debatable I guess depending on who you're asking but me, I'm gonna go with 'yeah'- there's no way I'd be this itchy if I wasn't even real, you ever get this like burning in your--
[Bucky is spared having to hear exactly where Wade is itchy (and a whole host of theories as to why), by another swirling nopecloud of fog billowing in from over yonder, wherever that is. He tracks it with his eyes for a moment before turning his attention back to Bucky with an appraising tilt of his head and an 'it's go time' squaring of his stance.] Jeez, is it that time again already?
sometimes it just happens prematurely it's okay
Barnes shoots a glance back in the direction from which he'd come, then shrugs at Jock Itch. ]
Worse back that way.
[ Is all he'll say, and then he's picking up his feet and moving the hell onward from- ]
-strap him down-
[ From nowhere, a gurney wheels itself forth from the fog steered by a nurse on either side and proceeded by a man who must be some kind of doctor or surgeon, decked from head to toe in professional baby blue scrubs and with a paper mask over his face. In one hand, a syringe. In the other, a bone saw.
Barnes ogles, then shoots a look at DP as if to say you seeing this shit? ]
it's perfectly normal nothing wrong with me but we're going to need a cleanup on aisle three.....
And speaking of raw, wow is that gurney bullshit all kinds of too soon. It'll never not be too soon. He gives a jerky nod in response to the look Familiar Grouch gives him, channeling his growing discomfort the way he does best:]
Okay, this is so not the hospital fantasy I ordered. Like, that doctor isn’t even my type, for starters, I'm seriously offended— [he moves to reach for his gun but aborts the action halfway as he thinks better of it, hooking his thumb into his belt instead. He's going for 'ain't bovvered'... though the light tone he's trying to maintain wavers ever so slightly, and inexplicably, he seems to be eying the syringe more closely than the big honkin' bone saw as he continues,] —and what’s with that line delivery? I'm just not buying what they're selling and that's just sad, that bar's so low even Wolvie'd have to get his limbo on to clear it--
[This isn't his first run-in with visual and auditory hallucinations (and not even his first time with it here!), but somehow the knowledge that it's not real-real does less than nothing to ease the knot of anxiety twisting in his gut, or stop the sweat prickling against the inside of his mask. Part of him wonders which of their apparently shared traumas this is coming from, but most of him really just wants to be as far away from this fetlife scene gone bad as quickly as possible. Not again. Death before experimentation. It's even starting to smell the same, he's remembering now, and the lights and the pinch, the spicy sting under his skin. Fire.
He takes a few steps away, adjusting the bag over his shoulder as he raises a questioning mask-brow at his potential partner-in-retreat. Keep it cool, Wilson. You only got one suit with you.]
Uh. Which way'd you say the good way was? Cuz I'm not liking how those naughty nurses are looking at me, like I'm some kind of piece of meat. [he calls out to them, those things that aren't really there but are,] My eyes are up here, ladies! [Wow, sexist.] Or gentlemen! ...Gentlefolk! Look, I wanna be inclusive and it's so darn hard to tell with the scrubs.
[Anyway, strategic escape? He'd been trying to make it back to the library specifically (he's picked up a side quest!!) but sometimes you just gotta take those two steps back (and far, far away from Untold Stories of the ER) before you can go forward.]