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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.Roller Rink
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.
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.Mallrats
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.
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.Extra Info
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.
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.
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Not that he's totally cool with any of this either, especially the bit where he's got a goddamned Curse hanging over his head and he hasn't run into anyone he knows from home so he's got the whole 'utterly alone' thing happening, but this isn't packs of demogorgons or Mindflayers or Vecna (yet) so, you know: priorities.
And it helps that the familiarity of a mall bolsters his confidence a little, makes him feel like if anyone's got an idea of how to navigate this place, it's him. ]
Oh man, let me tell you — kids puking up ice cream sucked, but that was the least of my problems.
[ Probably another story for another time though. He flips his gift card over, as though he pauses to examine the fine-print. ]
This place looks a lot like where I'm from. [ Old-timey? Please! It's the future! (Or his present.) They've got so much going for them. ] And if it is ... I mean, yeah, you can probably work your way through the mall — grab a new wardrobe, shoes, food ... but how long do we have here? Could be weeks. Months.
[ ... years.
Well, shit, that's a sobering thought. ]
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Oh? What then? Girl trouble? [She snorts, rolling her eyes.] I'll j-just bet it was. You totally blew it with some girl who worked there, didn't you?
[She assumes too much, but hey. Teenagers. If there was one thing on their mind...
Besides that, the way he insists this place looks like home to him earns another notch of suspicion. If he lived somewhere safe enough to have a damn mall with an ice cream shop he's got to be from a more innocent time. Or, regrettably, from "another world". That she has to take such absolute drivel seriously now is enough to make her gag.
Anyway.]
Ugh! D-don't even say that aloud! You might will it into coming true. [She hasn't got months. Who does? She has to get home, curse or no curse.] If we're st-stuck here any longer than a few days we'll have to get jobs. We'll have no choice. But for now, I. Um.
[She stops up short. They've come up to a clothing store, nothing too fancy. "Ruby's"? Nothing she knows of course, but it could be worth a look.
After all, her outdated uniform is decidedly worse for wear.]
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[ Well, it partly is.
And it's also partly true even if the circumstances are really weird and off-base and he'd struck out with a hell of a lot more patrons coming to the shop for undisclosed reasons. (The uniform. It was 100% the uniform. It messed with his perfectly sculpted hair, which is his best feature, thank you very much.)
But he can ease into the whole 'monsters taking over a small town' thing later. ]
Yeah. [ He lets out an exhale, thinking of how he'd just started a new gig at the video store too. Can he include that in his new resume? But more importantly: ] You'll need new clothes. Where are you from, anyway? Or is 'when' a better question?
Gently ballparks a year
[Pot, kettle. She always feels better about being a social flop if she's not the only reject suck to the bottom of the barrel.
They drift into the store just as he swaps the spotlight back on her. Suddenly she's much less comfortable.]
Japan. [She says sharply. And stiffly. Weird that he couldn't figure that out.
She glances at him sideways, flicking aimlessly through a rack of shirts. She had some notoriety before and she's infamous now, but it occurs to her that all those preconceived notions may not apply here. If he has no idea who she is (what she is), if everyone really was pulled from the endless gamut of time and space, then maybe she has a clean slate. A real chance at redemption. No suspicious glares, no threats, no denied privileges. The two of them are on equal footing.
And that doesn't just count for her record. She doesn't have to be a disgusting loser here. It's her chance at a makeover. A new impression, a new life!
Before, you know, she goes back to keep fixing her old one. But still! The future just may turn out bright after all.
The smile she wears now leans more pleasant, if still secretive. And unseemly. There's an odd blush taking over her cheeks. It implies nothing chaste.]
And it's 2014. So yes, th-this place practically looks like a theme park to me. Are th-these shoulder pads? [She makes such a face at the blouse in question.] Whoever thought that was a g-good idea?
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Still, it probably is better to talk about this kinda stuff over the rest of it. Even if most of it is embarrassing as hell. ]
The hat ruined my best feature.
[ Hands instinctively go up to his hair, which is looking especially at its peak today, actually. He's hoping he'll find equivalent, if not identical products to keep this coif looking at its best.
It doesn't seem to matter anyhow. Especially when she's looking at him weirdly. Okay, yeah, uhh ... moving on, then. ]
I dunno, they're not so bad — the shoulder pads.
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[The rifling has stopped. She is leveling him with a stare that could cleave even the most bloated ego in two.]
...Well, at l-least you're aware of it.
[Best feature, sure. It had nothing on the impeccable texture of Byakuya-sama's coiffure. How many times had she dreamed of slipping her fingers through those golden tresses, to brush them away from his noble brow. Lean in close, lips quivering, hearts beating as one....
Wait where was she? Shoulder pads yes, shoulder pads.]
Are you k-kidding me? If I put this on I'd look like a triangle! [Perhaps an exaggeration, but she is rather petite in all dimensions. It's a style best left to bolder frames and bigger hips. Fukawa scoffs and shoves it back in.]
Of course this all looks normal to you. Stuff like this is way out of fashion. N-no one would be caught dead in it back home!