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cursedcontent2022-08-20 11:49 am
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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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"I know two of those things," she says proudly, before stopping fully when they enter the court. She looks around, at all of the signs, the people, the color. She inhales deeply, before realizing Joyce has asked her another question.
"Oh- both! And certainly sweet! One year, I remember, for the holidays, we all split three oranges Fagin'd gotten his hands on. They were so sweet, such a pretty color." She smiles at the memory. Happier times, she thought, before everything had gone further to hell and she'd started to realize exactly what her life was. "I kept the rind, so I could smell the orange whenever I wanted."
That is to say, she needs all of the food you can give her. She was always small, but recent events had had her dropping more weight than she needed.
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"Ok, well let's start with some chicken and then get pizza, we can take the pretzels with us if we want while we walk around." Joyce took the liberty to order them two plates from a vendor, large scoops of rice were topped with bite-sized pieces of chicken and thick sweet sauce.
She gathered them and two large cokes on a tray and guided Nancy to an open table. Joyce set out the food and plasticware, popping a straw in each drink and situating them across from each other. "There we go, after this we'll see how much room you have for pizza."
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Nancy waits patiently for their food, and happily takes her tray and follows Joyce's lead. The chicken smells delicious, and with rice, too! It was sure to be filling.
"Would I be bothering you if I asked you what pizza is?" Pizza in it's current state was not something she was bound to recognize. Maybe one or two Italian restaurants in London had them, but she wasn't going anywhere that wasn't a pub for food. She watches Joyce with the straw and copies her. She takes a sip with slight difficulty, then brown eyes fly wide open. "This is the best thing I think I've ever had to drink." The world is so much better 150 years in the future.
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Joyce had almost started to eat when Nancy opened up with her question, she sat her fork back down and tried to think how to phrase it so it would make sense but her knowledge of historical foods by era was pretty weak.
"Uh, sort of like a flat bread dough, baked with a savory tomato sauce with cheese on it topped with meat and vegetables." That was the basics of a pizza, without going into the many variations or regional specialties.
"It's something my kids could basically live on for every meal if I let them."
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Nancy pauses her drinking of coke (what exact flavor even was it!) to listen to the idea of pizza. "Oh! That sounds wonderful! Like a whole meal in just one thing. I think they have something like that, up in Kensington or the like. Y'know, all posh and what not. And they have it here?"
And if her kids could enjoy it, she was sure she could, too.
"You have children? What ages?" There's a lightness in her voice, a genuine warmth and curiosity. She'd always wanted children of her own. She supposed, the gang, and, well, Oliver Twist in particular, would have to count.
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"Well Jonathan, my oldest, is turning nineteen this year, Will and Jane are 15." She paused, as though the full weight of that was just setting in. Her babies weren't babies anymore. And like all little birds they'd leave the nest one day.
"Jonathan is getting ready to go off to college, so pretty soon it'll just be the three of us."
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She's going to wind up eating herself sick at this point. And she's alright with that.
"College! He must be real smart, then. Not just everyone can go." College, University, they were all only for smart, rich people. Not at all like her. "Jane and Will- are they twins, then? They'd be about the same age as my brother, Dodger." It was easier to call the gang of pick pockets her brothers. They were all raised by the same man, after all. For better or certainly for worse.