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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)
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[ The ‘food court’ is kind of general and he doesn’t want to search through an area where there’s fog billlowing in. ]
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"There's a giant pretzel, you'd have to be blind to miss it."
[The fog hadn't reached them yet but it was... starting to. Slowly. Even though he can block the bottom part of the passageway into the kitchen with something, he'd have to lift something to block the top. Or use way more tape. At least he's getting a workout from shifting around stuff to try and make a proper barricade there.]
action;
Tapes in there along with a few other things.
[ A few other things includes a Swiss-army knife and lighter. A small compact mirror. A small metal flashlight with a strong beam, extra batteries. A pair of gloves, a light sweater. A pack of protein bars - they're peanut butter flavored - three bottles of water and two emergency blankets. Plus a small first-aid kit. ]
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[At least Hitoshi is tall.]
Wow, you came prepared. [And he is actually grateful for that. Pretending that he was only going to have to hold out for one night was unrealistic at best. There's even a sweater! And snacks!]
Thanks, Mom. [he can't resist the sarcastic comment, even with the gratitude.]
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I hope you choke on those bars.
[ Hope you don't have a peanut allergy either. ]
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Yeah, sure, got it. [He starts double-checking the various things, taking a mental inventory of what he'd been graciously gifted and where he could put it. He does pause, though, because- more than a gift, this is an exchange. They're helping each other, not because they like each other but because it's right. So,]
There's not a lot of stuff here that will really fill you up but you can help yourself.
Are you staying put or heading out? [After all, Bakugou had a choice. It's hard to imagine this guy staying still for too long.]
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No thanks.
[ He looks back at him at that question, hefting up the backpack on his shoulders. ]
Heading out.
[ He answers immediately. He's not about to allow himself to be pinned down for no reason, especially when their numbers are already low on who can actually move around freely. He wasn't stuck to a place like him, so he'd make use of it and gather information. Anything less would be a waste. ]
I'll keep the radio on me. Deku's stuck in another place like this. Maybe you can contact him later. Half-N-Half's messing with the radio like it's the hottest toy on the market. You can catch him on channel 9 if the moron doesn't compromise it.
[ Basically, he's heading out to gather more intel, and if something happens, there's still Deku and Icy-Hot out there. ]
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Even Midoriya got wrapped up in this thing, huh... [he fiddles a bit with the Swiss army knife as he thinks. The way he handles it at least shows he's comfortable enough with it to not make mistakes. Of all the people to be stuck here with, he's got the most connection to Izuku. It might be nice to hear from him. Just maybe.]
Got it. Should I use channel 9 to grab your attention, too? Make it the unofficial UA frequency or something? [Or were they going to have to jump around from channel to channel as Bakugou felt they were 'compromised'...]
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Idiot's ready to break his arm to search the area.
[ It pissed him off and he didn't hold back his punches. ]
Make sure he doesn't do anything stupid because I'm not rescuing his ass for being stupid.
[ He unclips the radio from his pack and turns it to channel 9. ]
I'll leave it on 9. I'll let you know if we need to change it.
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It's not like my quirk works over the radio but I'll see if I can keep him in place once I'm sealed up. [And, well, their quirks hardly worked at all, here. He hadn't gotten to experiment enough with his own to tell exactly how weakened it was but he certainly couldn't just trick Izuku into replying and then order him to sit down for a few hours.]
Wouldn't want to make more work for you, Mom. [You care about people, Bakugou, and he can't help but find that a little endearing. He shows that by being a little shit but it's better than the completely standoffish way they'd interacted before the sports festival.]
1/2
I don't care what you losers do.
[ He dismisses that line, even if it does make him rest easy that he doesn't have to
worrycall off his reconnaissance mission because of morons who can't stay in place. And by the way, thanks for that bit of intel. He didn't know his quirk wouldn't work over the radio. Was it just the radio or all electronics? Did the person he wanted to command need to hear his voice directly? Or could he use a speaker to amplify the range of his quirk? All this Bakugou notes within moments for a later time. The only reason he was talking to him so freely with a quirk like his was because their quirks were basically shit right now. He wouldn't have been so open to answering any questions without stipulation in place because if there's one thing Bakugou hates above all else, is being restrained by force. ]2/2
I'm letting you die in the next apocalypse.
[ Also, fuck you! He doesn't care about anyone but himself! ]
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[It's hard to even take Bakugou's threats seriously. It makes him chuckle for a bit. It's almost like, for a second, they could just be joking around at UA. Not that they'd probably ever have a reason to talk there. And there his quirk would be an issue.]
Got it, got it, next apocalypse I'll save you. [That was the goal, after all, to be right on par with those hero course kids. It was also nice to act like this would be over as quickly as possible.]
Hey, one last thing, Mr. Big Shot Hero Course-
[he pauses a second to wait for a reply]
Be careful. [If Bakugou did reply, he'll feel a small catch in the back of his brain. It's nowhere near the full control Hitoshi showed at the sports festival. Bakugou isn't trapped by the order it just sort of lingers in his subconscious. It's not Brainwashing, it's just a little enhanced suggestion.]
[And, well, if he didn't reply, it's just a warning from someone who'd really rather not have anyone he recognizes get torn in half or something.]
1/3
[ He doesn't even bother turning around to deliver that line as he checks his supplies one last time. He was aiming to become the undisputed #1 Hero. He'd never let anyone put him in a position to need saving. Not again. For a moment, memories surface and he can almost feel his breath catching in his throat as if drowning, feel the phantom hands around his neck, pulling him through a portal. He touches his neck subconsciously as he pushes past those memories. Never. Again. ]
2/3
What.
[ He answers, and something slides between the cracks of his subconscious. It's not a brick wall like he'd imagined, something hard, unyielding that forced its way to the forefront of the mind but smooth, sliding through the cracks. Almost imperceptible.... ]
3/3
Red eyes flick to him. Only then remembering who he was dealing with. Was he... Did he... His hands clench and unclench, the movement obeying him at will. Still, a steady red gaze stares right back at him. ]
And what if I don't?
[ A challenge. Clear in its opposition. He's ready this time, senses tuned to himself, ready to catch anything out of the ordinary. Their powers weren't up to par but that didn't mean they weren't working at all. He's been collecting bits of sweat into a metal canister all day for a make-shift bomb to figure out the extent of his quirk, so he knows they're not completely powerless. ]
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[But he doesn't a second time. The thought will linger as he clearly hasn't really deactivated it. He doesn't add anything else to it, though. When he keeps speaking there's no compulsion to follow it. There's still just the vague feeling he should be careful.]
[Who knows how such an order would be taken if he had to full extent of his quirk, though. It's so vague. It was hard to get people to follow vague orders, not with the kind of rigid control he usually had. It's a sign of all he could do at this point combined with the fact he would still use it.]
Calm down, it's just a well-wish. Don't be so paranoid. [He grins, knowing full well Bakugou was aware of what he'd done.]
I can't leave here so it's not like I can stop you from being reckless. [he puts his hands up defensively] Maybe I'll just get lonely if you never come back.
Maybe.
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Tch. I've always got a plan. [ A look his way. ] It's not reckless when you can pull it off.
[ He watches him put his hands up, as if on trial. Good. ]
You'd like that wouldn't you. Then, there'd be an open spot in Class-A. You better fucken rethink your plan, if you think I'd give up my seat to anyone! I'll fucken live out of spite alone!
[ Oh, he would too! Bakugou can be very petty sometimes. ]
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Nah, that's no fun. I'd much rather knock you out properly. [And that's the truth. He didn't ask for a place to be gifted to him. He'd been ready, for a long time, for this to be an uphill battle. And it really would leave a bad taste in his mouth if Bakugou died. Still, if the guy couldn't accept that, then sure. He'd frame it from the perspective of a competitor.]
[Living for spite was still living, after all.]
You've got to stay alive so I can do that. That's all.
[big talk from a kid stuck at his unplanned part-time job but, well, if he wanted a challenge he'd get a challenge.]
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if they weren't currently being haunted by some phantom fog. ]Don't you fucken worry about me.
[ There's fire in his eyes. He doesn't take challenges lightly. ]
I'll come back to kick your ass properly. I don't care what quirk you have, I won't lose to someone too afraid to use it to its full extent!
[ And that's a promise! ]
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[He seals himself in the back but he can't quite fill in all the gaps. The food court is filled with a thin layer of that mist. Just like his quirk in people's mind, it slips through the cracks and settles itself. It's not an order, not a compulsion, but it's there.]
[And it's starting to freak him out. There was no major news from the channel. He assumed that meant things were fine. What if they weren't though? What was going on out there? Maybe it was nothing and he was overreacting but his brain is suddenly sure he isn't.]
[He tries to sleep but he can't. So, he'll pepper the channel with messages here and there.]
"You better be alive."
"These protein bars taste terrible by the way."
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Heading back.
[ Radio silence follows after. Considering how communicative he’s been it might come as a bit of a surprise to see him walking through the doors of Auntie Anne’s half an hour later looking like shit. He’s covered in a layer of dust, his left sleeve is ripped and he’s hauling a sleeping bag behind him. And the moment he looks at Shinso he greets him by tossing the bag at him. ]
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What the hell! [Is about all the greeting he gets out before he's pelted with a sleeping bag. He awkwardly catches it before continuing.]
What was keeping you so busy that you couldn't report in, huh? [It's a much farther cry from the Shinso that still tried to quip back and forth with Bakugou. There's a bit more actual panic there.] And what the hell happened to you?!
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I was busy.
[ Is all he says as he starts pulling his gear out to inspect it. If Shinso draws closer he might be able to notice caked blood in his ears. It almost looks like he tried to clean it off but didn’t quite mange. ]
Did you guys figure out anything worth mentioning?
[ He asks as he pulls out some rope from his pack and sets it aside along with everything else. ]
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No, we don't know a damn new thing. Just that this is a shitty situation. [he sucks in a breath through his teeth, mind racing]
That's not even a new thing, we knew it was shitty the first time!
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