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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)
Phil Coulson | Agents of SHIELD | OTA
Dancer
It's probably been a few days of living together by now. As much as living together qualifies in a mall. It's hard to say which of the names Phil's told by now is the real one. He answers to almost every one within ear shot, even ones he hasn't (??) told someone it is yet. James, Patterson, Charles, the list goes on.
Heck, it's hard to say he seems bothered by the situation broiling up on the outside with the mist sometimes.
Today, while near a group of people (whether they gathered by some means or not), he starts dancing. Not even good dancing. Spider Man 3 Peter Parker dancing. Maybe he's gone to the movies too often? Or he's gone mad? Who knows. He's really into it, with the winking and the finger gun and all. Singular because he's still missing his lower left forearm which has likely been lost in a war, or in a terrible Saw accident. It's hard to say for sure yet.
"Good morning!" he says while tipping a fedora he probably stole from a store somewhere. At least he doesn't have enough hair to do the emo comb-over.
Book store
Apart from his rampant storytelling and odd behavior, he seems to keep to himself when he can. Like he's putting on just enough appearances to be noticed and talked about before going off somewhere. He can be found at the book store most often, making a small pile on a table where he appears to go through them for a bit. Bother him?
Food court
He leans over while eating a twinkie. (how did he get that open with one hand?) "Ever tried Rocky Mountain oysters?"
Wildcard
((Anything goes. I apologize for the nature of the first prompt. I could not help it.))
bookstore (role: employee of the month, bc lol)
He's elected to stay where he is and see how things play out, at least until he's in a position where he can actually see about breaking free of this nonsense. At least it's a bookstore he's stuck in. A Midgardian bookstore, full of tedious Midgardian "literature," but it's much better than a movie theater or an "arcade" or whatever kind of drivel mortals like to consume for entertainment. It's easier to lay low in places like this.
Until he sees Coulson. It's been years since their last encounter, of course, but it was the kind that makes an impression. Especially since Coulson looks very much alive, which is just rude. Oh well, at least it's something new and... different, if not interesting.
He lounges all casual like against the nearest bookcase, and can only hope Coulson doesn't notice his stupid uniform or impossibly misspelled nametag (how does someone misspell four letters?).
"Aren't you dead? I'm very sure I killed you."
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"Wanna take a stab at how many times I've heard that one?" A pause as he eyes Loki's current outfit, then at the name tag. "Olki," he deadpans.
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Anyway, thanks for pointing out his dumb nametag, jerk. Have an eyeroll.
"I don't particularly like leaving a job half-finished." It would probably sound more intimidating were he not in a beige uniform button-up.
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Right now? He's at peace. And after a moment, he lowers the book he's reading, face down and open at the page he's at. He lifts his only hand to tug down at the collar of his shirt. On the left side of his chest where the scar from Loki's scepter sits, an ugly blackened criss-crossing patch of dead cells stem from it, creeping right at his collar bone.
"Get in line."
Food Court
"Yes." And she would probably take those over the chemical reaction in her hands. She turns the plastic wrapper and her stomach growls as if to encourage her to eat it. "Have you ever tried head cheese?" she asks.
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"Are you high?" she asks, amused. She hadn't taken anything in this place — not even water — but it wouldn't surprise her that drugs might be floating around.
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"Drank the sparkling water," he adds solemnly.
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She rested her head in her hand, light eyes tracking the man, interested in what he'll do next.
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He slides his hand down the page. He's on the forewords, and more specifically the printing date.
"Whoever's running this. The simulation's accurate. Less terrible than the time we unthawed Cap."
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"It does seem impressively detailed," she offers, not unwilling to corroborate the observation. "But accurate to what? A specific place?" Natasha asks. Generic details could be impressive, but being beholden to nothing, it carried little value beyond the obvious prop value.
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"Do you think there's a connection?"
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"You okay there?" she asks, sitting up a little straighter and dropping her feet to the floor.
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Dancer
This man is the first that she's seen who is doing something as seemingly frivolous as dancing. And, oh, he's addressing her now. Her mouth twitches with something like amusement, however out of place that feels.
"Good morning yourself. You seem as though you're having a good time." That makes one of them, at least.
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"Well, everyone has a role to play in an apocalypse," he says simply, reaching up to take the fedora off his head. He holds a hand out to her. "Charles Martin," he lies though he hates to do so in the face of who looks like Peggy Carter. He just hates the consequences more.