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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)
Sephiroth | Final Fantasy 7 | OTA
Sephiroth, looking like he's just come from a cosplay convention (sans sword), will be grabbing the first random person from the crowd and slamming them by the throat against the glass door. He wants badly to lift them up for an added intimidation factor but he doesn't have that strength anymore, which is just piling on top of the things that are annoying him right now.
"Tell me what's going on or s/he ends up the same," he growls at anyone gathered. The only thing unusual left about him being his extremely long silver hair and the bright green eyes with slit pupils.
Earth? Maine? Nothing explained so far means anything to him. He's so bizarrely into the intimidation thing he hasn't even considered the possibility that he could be taken down in his current nerfed state.
B) Mr. Grump.
Whether eventually subdued or forced to play along for now, he can be found being generally frowny and grumpy within the mall. But he will have to interact eventually. The need for food and hygiene does eventually have him coming out from the Hot Topic-equivalent shop he's chosen to hole up in. As he makes his way to the destinations, he spots someone and rather reluctantly gives them an almost imperceptible nod and an reluctant huff from his nose.
If anyone has any specific shampoo needs, he may be using up the ones on display fairly quickly.
C) A week or two later?
Finally relenting to the fact that nothing's about to change, he starts taking to dressing more like the general masses he witnessed on the first day. T-shirt and jeans. And maybe a spiked collar and chic black bracelets he picked out from his hiding spot.
As much as he wants to take over the world still, he has to rely on everyone else like a normal human for a while.
"I'd deal with them if I had my sword," he might mutter during a conversation.
Wildcard
((Seph's gonna be a bit antisocial to start with so don't mind him. It might be a whole new experience for him to have the tables turned on him too since he's used to being the most powerful guy around.))
What’s behind door number A??
...Sigh. Here he goes, doing the Spidey thing. One friendly neighborhood helper-outer, coming right up.
“I didn’t hear the magic word,” he starts, stepping closer and assessing the situation properly. Hey, at least there’s someone here dressed more bizarrely than he is! At that fun little observation, he cocks his hip and gestures at Angry Guy’s outfit, adding “...Also, 2002 called and it super wants its bondage-chic look back.”
Says the guy dressed head to toe in an ungodly mix of gaudy spandex and leather; if anyone looks like Condoms Galore jizzed its entire ‘apparel’ selection all over them, it’s really, really not sir-threats-alot.
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The poor sod gets a reminder shove against the door, nudging the door slightly open in a manner that's probably uncomfortable to everyone here.
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He splays a hand over his heart, letting out a muffled mock-sob.
"Ouch, Charlie, right in the fee-fees." A pause. "...That means 'feelings', by the way, Urban Dictionary told me so. Figured you'd need a translation, since you seem to have missed the two-thousand-whenever orientation that was going on outside of Victoria's Secret." His eyes dart between the door and the guy and back again, and he belatedly tugs it shut before continuing. Can't have Squidward Stabby-Legs coming in here and slicing anyone in half, or worse, breaking up the super helpful explanation he's about to give.
"Anyway, this--" he spreads his arms and spins, gesturing at the space around them, "is a shopping mall. And the first rule of shopping malls is we don't go grabbing people and roughing them up unless they're wearing Heelys." There's an expectant stare coupled with a waggling finger, because his tone apparently wasn't condescending enough, and he reiterates:
"No Heelys, no slappy slappy. Got it?"
Oh how the turns have tabled... Never did Wade expect he'd be the one delivering the no-slappy speech. If this makes his solo book's sales drop he's gonna be pissed.
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"I know what a market is." Shinra has that at least. He doesn't bother asking what Heelys are. "And you don't determine what I can or cannot do." For one thing, he'd love to see Wade try. "Nobody does." Not anymore.
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“Oh man, are you in your rebellious phase?” He coulda guessed from the getup, but... “Whatever. Look, normally I wouldn’t give half a shit—“ there’s a pause, and then Wade’s masked face stretches into a grin. “Look ma, no censors! Where was I... Right-- don’t usually care, but dude, haven’t you seen Cube? Or Saw? Or any movie, ever? I'm just sayin', I'm pretty sure this’ll work out better if we don’t throw each other out of the frying pan and into that one episode of 'Hannibal'. Totally fridging, by-the-by."
Somehow satisfied with leaving Authority Issues with that hot take to convince him to chill, Wade toes the pool of blood that’s started to seep through the door, narrowing his eyes at half-man out there slumped against the glass. He’s seen (and lived through) worse, of course, but...
“Yeesh. Moist. You get a good look at what did that? I've only seen, like, a leg. I think it was a leg... Oh god, what if it wasn't a leg!? My virgin eyes!"
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He sweeps a hand over to the closed doors, where others are beginning to pile up barricades.
"Why not take a closer look?" Wade sure seems dumb enough to him to take such a step.
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"Yeah, you and me both, guy," he says somewhat absently as he crouches to take that 'closer look from behind the relative safety of the glass; maybe not quite as dumb as he seems. A sword didn't do this- he would know- and from what he can see of the still-gooey edges, it wasn't a laser or anything hot enough to cauterize. It doesn't look jagged like any of the times he'd been ripped in half either, nor does it look like teeth did it. He's actually genuinely puzzled (and pretty intrigued, truthfully), but he's not sure he wants to go full Columbo just yet.
"Curiouser and curiouser..." He stands, dusting his hands off for no reason, and then:
"I'm gonna call it- I think he's dead, Jim."
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Then distastefully added, "you're an idiot."
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He rests one hand on a cocked hip as he traces the other over the list of shops. FYE, later; Build-A-Bear, definitely later; Victoria’s Secret? Well obviously, can’t leave out the essentials... after a few moments of searching, his hand stops- bingo- and he taps a gloved finger against the glass until he locates the appropriate letter-number combo.
“People, places, and things— I’ll give you a hint: starts with “sporting” and ends wiiiiith...” he prompts to no one in particular as he heads for the escalator. After a few steps he pauses and cranes his neck over his shoulder, or in whatever direction Goth Uncle happens to be. “Hey, Edgar Allen— you coming?”
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He's almost ready to be offended when Wade speaks again and, again, he has no idea what he's referring to.
"My name's Sephiroth." He reluctantly steps towards Wade. At least something interesting is happening. He'll stab him later, most likely.
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"Ooooh, fancy," he says as he hops onto the stairs. The rebellion stage makes sense now; he thought he got it bad with 'Wade' as a kid, damn.
Not that he's going with that just yet:
"Deadpool." He's gonna need at least two more threads before real names enter the equation here!!
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"What kind of name is Deadpool?" Yes, he is definitely judging another person's name.
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But he still heaves a sigh as they reach the top, head tipping back in an obvious pantomime of eye-rolling. Because honestly, if he's not gonna play at being a dram queen at every given opportunity, who even is he?
"A fake one, duh. I can't just go giving up the ol' secret identity on the first date, who would respect me then?" Never mind the fact that he's way, way too busted for a secret identity. Just let him have this, okay?!
"I'm just not that kind of girl," he adds as he eyes the storefronts and begins to make his way past the food court and, regrettably and with obvious (read: exaggerated) dismay, the lingerie shop. Shh, preciouses, he'll come back for you soon...
Business first; the longer he exists in this miserably unarmed state the less happy he is. He's like some kind of fugly fucked up Linus, he needs his goddamn blankie and his ballsack knife!!
"Can't believe they even took my little buddy," he muses aloud. "No one ever finds that one..."