cursedcontent | TEST DRIVE MEME #1

TEST DRIVE MEME #1

A Blood Offering

You wake up cozy in bed at the Saturn Motel. As you observe the room you may realize that it looks a little dated. Or, perhaps from your point of view the lamp and TV are wildly futuristic. Or, like Goldilocks, it may seem just right: close to the world you just left behind. Either way, you just had a very strange dream (see the arrival scenario) and now you're here. And you're not alone: there's a bed next to yours and someone else is waking up just like you are.

You can chat for a while if you like, but if you try to leave you'll find the door is firmly locked and no amount of kicking, punching, or hitting it with an object will do you any good. Instead, there's a letter on the nightstand which reads:

"Good morning and welcome to your new home!

You may be wondering why you're trapped in this room. Fear not, the door will open easily if you offer a bit of blood. More than a few drops but not enough to be a serious wound. A handprint's worth will do, let's say, and it only needs to come from one of you.

I'll let you sort that out yourselves. See you on the other side.

Sincerely,
The Mayor"

And indeed, a handprint's worth of blood pressed against the door will unlock it and let you out into the world. Do you volunteer your own blood? Do you take it from the other person by force? It's up to you! But there's no food in here, so you better figure it out eventually.

Roller Rink

As a celebration of your new lives here (and an apology for the whole blood offering thing - they were just testing something out, really) the Mayor has invited everyone to the Crazy Eight Roller Rink for a private, after-hours party.

Attendance isn't mandatory, but it is heavily encouraged so that you can meet your fellow Cursed and know who's in on the whole secret. It'll help you down the line at some point if your Curse gets out of control and you need someone to wrangle you.

As a reward, everyone who shows up and completes at least one lap around the roller rink (you must be wearing skates, but you can crawl the lap if you can't get the hang of them) will receive a free walkman with a mystery tape inside. The color, style, and mystery tape your character gets are up to you.

Mallrats

Everyone loves the mall! Right? Right! And this group of newcomers is lucky enough to be here for the White Pines Mall Grand Opening celebration! Feel free to walk around the mall and partake in sales galore, check out the attractions, or just get to know the layout of the place.

The Mayor has given everyone a gift card for $100 that can be used anywhere in the mall as long as they attend the Grand Opening.

They also strongly suggest that you familiarize yourself with the mall and its layout, just in case you ever get stuck there for a while and have to compete with others for food and resources. But that probably won't happen.

Extra Info

The test drive meme and the IC intro log will have the same prompts, and threads between two accepted characters can count as game canon.

The first prompt is flexible: technically you're supposed to be with one other person, but if you want to do larger groups that's fine.

Rooms at the Saturn Motel initially contain two beds for the prompt, but upon leaving and returning characters will find that they all have their own rooms with one bed. If you want a roommate, someone better be ready to sleep on the floor or snuggle up! The room doesn't have to look exactly like the reference image as long as it's not too fancy and suitably dated.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ after mostly dozing on the ground for some indeterminate amount of time that feels like a lifetime, the bed's too soft. Meg sleeps, but the dreams are weird, more vivid than they usually are. she hears a voice, different from the usual murmur that both lulls her to sleep and wakes her up, and her eyes open into little slits.

her first thought is that she hasn't dreamed like that in a long time ... and her second thought is more like a realization. there's a bed, a blanket, a pillow, and she's up on her feet in an instant, assuming that she must have gone insane and fallen asleep in Haddonfield ... but they're in a faded hotel room, something ripped out of a dated movie, and there's some stranger staring at her from the next bed. ]

Ummmm ...

[ #panique. when Meg looks around, her braids fly, and before he can say anything else she darts to the door, fumbles with the chain and starts yanking on the doorknob. it's locked, which means she gets one foot up on the door and yanks harder. ]

Help! I'm being kidnapped!!!

[ where is the CAMPFIRE?!?! ]

[ The girl moves from dead asleep, snoring a little, to on her feet faster than he thought a human could move. It makes him jerk, especially when she starts screaming.

The problem is, it's easy to meet the energy, even with the void's explanations and promises in his ear, the sour remnants of a dream. ]

JESUS CHRIST. Would you shut the fuck up? Stop screaming! [ He's not screaming back at her. He's hissing. Ok, he might be shouting.

The best sleep of his life is over and ruined and he's up on his feet, swaying a little and looking at her like — what? Does she think HE did this? ]

If you're kidnapped, I'm kidnapped, sweetheart. [ Sweetheart does not sound nice. A little drawling, a little mean, he's still orienting. ]

Edited 2022-08-24 17:13 (UTC)

[ the doorknob won't give, and Meg's starting to pant. she puts her foot down, lets go, and balls her hands into fists so she can ram them back and forth on the door, shaking it a little on its hinges as she resolutely ignores him. shut the fuck up - very rude! ]

Heeelllp!!! I've been kidnapped by some crazy dirty hillbilly!!!

[ why else would he have that mullet? the pounding starts to hurt her hands pretty soon and she doesn't hear anything outside in what she assumes must be the hallway. there's a peephole but when she peers through it there's - nothing. no garish carpet, no distorted view of the hallway. just darkness. Meg stops and abruptly whips around, flattens her back against the door and narrows her eyes at him.

it should become apparent to him then that Meg is also filthy, covered in dirt and what appears to be an ungodly amount of dried blood, mostly on her clothes, but also splattered over her face and her arms and legs. there's a hole in the right shoulder of her dirty red vest, although the skin underneath it is intact, albeit pink and puckered. ]

Who. Are you. Was there dream real? Is this real?

[ she'd definitely asked herself that very thing when she'd awoken at the campfire that very first time. this isn't entirely unheard of ... and yet it's still incredibly alarming. ]

Dirty? Ok, would you please shut the fuck up? I can't THINK.

[ Hillbilly? Is that supposed to be him? That's rude. Billy is the height of fashion; hillbillies wear shit like rough flannel and marry their sisters. That's not him. But he does note for the first time that Meg is filthy and — he is too. Bloodied and sweaty even though his abdomen feels intact. There are a few scars on his face and shoulders that still prick, but, he raises a hand and rubs away some of that filth from the monster.

His veins are — normal. Blue under the palest part of his wrist. Not black. ]

Billy. Hargrove. How the fuck would I know? [ He's glowering at her now, at her chaotic energy that bubbles his up. ] Who are YOU?

TEST DRIVE MEME #1

blood offering!!!

MEG.

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