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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.
Eddie Munson || Stranger Things
[ He'd read the note, but not closely - if someone else is in the other bed, Eddie hasn't noticed. He's too busy banging his palms against the door, trying the doorknob again and again. It doesn't so much as rattle. ]
Come on, this isn't funny! Open up already!
[ He's sweating, curling strands of his hair around his fingers as he paces around the room. He'd really like to go back to the life he'd been accustomed to before everything went to hell - smoke and drink and shred on his guitar. He'd been at that bargaining stage where he'd even do his homework once in a while if he meant he never saw the Upside Down again. Maybe, somehow, that was how he ended up here. ]
Blood. Where am I even supposed to put the goddamn blood?
2. roller rink
[ Eddie's just here for the walkman and the walkman alone - this place is a gaudy neon nightmare and the music is an assault to everything he stands for. But if he's going to ever possibly cope with whatever nightmare he's been thrust into now, he's gonna need music. Lots of it. He laces the skates he's been handed as tightly as he can, then struggles to get himself upright again. One lap sounded easy when he got the invitation, but now he's Bambi on the goddamn ice. Even holding onto the railing with a white-knuckled grip, he's barely inching his way forward. ]
Easy does it, Munson. You can do this.
[ His nostrils flare as he sighs. Great, the first impression all these people get of him is going to be that he's a freak and he can't even roller skate one lap. But he trudges on. ]
I'm not the only one who's never done this before, right? When the hell did everyone learn how to roller skate?
[ It's then that he loses his balance, flailing his arms to try and grab onto the railing again but only managing to knock himself on his ass. ]
3. mallrats
[ Hawkins had a mall, once. It was a good place to wander around and meet up with jocks who wanted to buy weed. The Sam Goody's selection sucked but at least they'd special order stuff in once in a while.
Then it'd all gone up in flames, supposedly, and beyond conspiracies and whispers, life went on.
That's what he's looking for now - the record store. Growing up broke means Eddie's of the opinion that if you've got money, you should spend it before it's gone, and this gift card is burning a hole in his pocket. Maybe the routine of flipping through stacks of albums will make everything feel a little more normal.
And then he sees it. Not the record store, but Oblivion. The dark facade and gothic lettering immediately distract Eddie from his mission, and he follows the scent of incense into the dimly-lit boutique. ]
Holy shit, they have shirts for bands I like in here!
4. wildcard
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Enough's enough.]
A handprint for the door. I'm not keen on bleeding today.
[Which might sound ominous for him, but really she just means to use another method. Magic. Wanda stands, and moves her hands with all the confidence of someone who is actually a person that uses magic, and uses it well.
Except nothing happens. Nothing at all. She can't even grasp at any tendrils of chaos, and she's speechless as she looks down at her hands. A curse, she recalls from her dream. But this almost feels like--relief. She wills the magic to come, but it doesn't, and she watches her hands curl into fists as that begins to sink in.]
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[ Eddie's first instinct is to hold his arms up in front of himself, like that'll save him from whoever's in the room with him. She doesn't look too scary, but if she's dibsing not bleeding, that really doesn't bode well for him. ]
I-Is that like, a threat? Because I really - I really think we can take care of this without violence.
[ This really is not going to be his day. Eddie shuts up as the woman stands and begins to move her hands, wondering what possibly could be happening now. As if things aren't screwed up enough as it is. Maybe magic is real and he should've been doing satanic rituals and stuff this whole time instead of just being accused of it.
Or not. No magic from this chick, no ripping the door off its hinges or bursting it into flame. Kind of a bummer, all things considered. ]
Uh... I'm sorry. Was that supposed to do something?
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There's nothing.]
You don't happen to have a knife, do you?
[She looks over her shoulder at him.]
I'll do it. I'm not going to hurt you.
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He pats the pockets of his jeans. Normally he'd have his keys, smokes, a pocket knife. Just in case. ]
Uh - not anymore, apparently.
[ Their eyes meet and Eddie swallows hard before resuming his pacing, trying to find something in the room to complete their task. ]
I can't ask you to do that, it's messed up. We just need something sharp. Think I could give myself a bad enough papercut with a hotel bible?
[ He'd make a joke about it burning him as soon as he touches the pages, but that doesn't exactly feel funny to him right now. ]
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[Just to drive that point home. She's already decided she'll be the one to do it, and now it's just a matter of the right tool. It only takes her a few steps to catch her reflection in the mirror, and while she quickly looks away from it, there might be an answer.]
We can break that.
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[ Eddie looks to her, then the mirror. Then back to her. ]
Okay. Yeah. That works.
[ He yanks the pillowcase off of one of the pillows on the bed he'd woken up in, balling his hand into a fist and wrapping the fabric around it to soften the blow. ]
What's your name, by the way? I'm Eddie.
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[She replies easily enough, but she does look a little alarmed when he starts to prepare that pillowcase. If she had her magic, she would just shatter the mirror--but if she had her magic, she would have already blown through the door.]
Wait. You're not going to punch it, are you? [He doesn't seem to be anything beyond a normal person. Probably not a good idea. Then again, if there's blood, well--] We can try throwing something at it. See if that works.
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Well, yeah, I was gonna. That... That sounds a lot smarter, though. I'm not exactly known for my punching skills.
[ He isn't thinking straight, clearly. What happened to the Eddie who ran away from danger? Unwrapping his hand, he tosses the pillowcase back onto the bed and tugs the bedside table forward so he can unplug the alarm clock. ]
You wanna do the honors?
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[And if she doesn't have her magic, she's defenseless. Even taking the alarm clock into her hands, testing the heft of it, she can feel the lack of strength in her biceps. She's a squishy magic user, have mercy.
But she'll try.
She's clearly not a football player either, given the awkward form as she steps closer (but not too close) to the mirror, holds the clock with both hands, and launches it forward with a grunt. It's more noise than it is damage--the mirror cracks, and the clock breaks into all of its individual components and rains down into the vanity sink with a hell of a clatter.]
Maybe we can break a piece off.
[Don't mind her sounding a little breathless from that little expenditure of strength.]
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[ Even though he's watching when Wanda throws the clock, Eddie still winces at the sound of it, bits and pieces falling into the sink below and onto the floor. The mirror is relatively unscathed, only a crack splitting it but not shattering it. ]
I kinda thought mirrors were more breakable than this. Lemme look.
[ Eddie begins picking away at the pieces of alarm clock now in the sink, trying to spot something sharp enough to cut with. Unfortunately for him he feels it pierce his palm before he sees it, and he hisses as he retracts his hand. A line of blood blooms from the gash in the center of his palm, and he holds it out to grimace at Wanda. ]
Think this'll be enough? 'Cause it hurts like a bitch.
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[Too little too late, Wanda. She frowns at the sight of his blood, not happy about it, but what's done is done. Her lips press together before she nods over to the door.]
Do you think you can manage a handprint with that? Give it a try.
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This better work. Or I'm gonna bleed all over the carpet just to spite them.
[ Unfolding his hand, Eddie stares at his bloodied palm as he strides toward the door again, clenching his jaw. He reaches out to press it against the wooden surface, closing his eyes and waiting. For what, he's not sure. A latch to click, a deadbolt to unlock, maybe. But he doesn't hear anything, so he tries the door.
It opens as though it were never locked at all. ]
What the hell is this place?
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Wait.
[She doesn't know what's beyond the door (a lobby?) but she thinks they better handle the blood, first.]
Let's clean up your hand before anything else. Come here.
[Wanda's going for that pillow case he'd grabbed earlier. Sorry, housekeeping.]
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You're probably right. Shouldn't we disinfect it with something, though? Not that we've got a lot of supplies.
[ Whoever brought them here (the Mayor?) probably doesn't have their well-being as a priority, he knows, but if they want them to play along with this stupid game, the least they can do is make sure they don't give themselves an infection in the process.
Right?
He follows her toward the bed, holding his hand out flat for her to take a look at. First aid isn't exactly his specialty - maybe if it was, he wouldn't be here right now. ]
I hope you know what you're doing, 'cause I don't.
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He'd managed to build up the courage to force himself around this oval that was his new personal hell but stopped when he saw a young man absolutely fall on his ass. He considered just leaving the guy to his own devices and getting started on his own personal journey but it could have just as easily been him in the kid's position. It would cost him nothing to help, and it would delay the embarrassment of trying to move around the rink.
So, he went over and the young man would find one hand extended his way. There were tattooed lines crawled up V's arm as if his arm were to somehow open up in some way - details extended even to the sides of his fingers at each joint. To top it all off, he had black polished fingernails as well, and similar lines tattooed over his face and down the front of his neck. ]
Definitely not the only one. I missed the group meet where everyone learned too. You okay?
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Whoa.
I mean - yeah, I'm fine. Thanks, man.
[ Grabbing the stranger's hand, Eddie struggles to his feet, nearly losing his balance again a few times. When he's fully upright and stable again he lets go of his hand in favor of the railing again, offering him a smile. ]
Sick ink, by the way. I'm Eddie. You must be here for the Walkman too, right? I can't wait to listen to something that isn't this poppy bullshit.
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Onlookers probably had quite the show as V helped pull the young man to his feet - it took everything he had to keep his own feet and stay balanced enough to keep from falling over as well. He mirrored his counterpart and grabbed the railing as well. The compliment to his tattoos broke his tension a little, and he gave his own small smile. ]
Thanks. Wish I could give you the name'f my guy - tough bastard might finally give me a discount.
[ The way he smiled and joked was subtle, as if he were a man unused to them. ]
Name's V. Yeah, would really like to get some real music with some soul in it. Kinda resent them puttin' it behind this bullshit though. Do people really find this fun?
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[ It makes sense. He definitely doesn't look like he belongs here - but then again, aside from the weird dreams and blood rituals and shit, the rest of this place seems pretty damn normal to Eddie.
Including the part where he doesn't fit in all that well. Universal constant, he's sure of it. ]
Yeah? What kinda music are you into? I'm really hoping they've got some heavier shit, but... Kinda doubt it. I mean, look at this place. It's a prep's dream.
[ Looking around the rink at the crowd - most of which are enjoying themselves - Eddie shrugs his shoulders and scoots forward a little more on his wheels. ]
Apparently so. Guess I missed the memo.
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What gave me away? Not bein' able to skate, or my looks?
[ He definitely didn't fit in with the 80s vibe at all (well, okay, maybe the 2080s, if he'd lived a few more years). It was more than just that, though - he had no idea what to do with himself in a place with what he would consider essentially no technology. He came from a place where he could literally skim the internet with a screen on his eye, and now he'd yet to even a basic computer. ]
Guess we both did, then.
[ He moved with Eddie, mimicking the movement. ]
I mostly listen to hip-hop, industrial, punk, rock - [ he glanced towards the rink dj ] - shit I doubt they'd be willing to play here.
[ The only thing that V knew about being family-friendly is that he shouldn't be anywhere in the vicinity but here he was. ]
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[ The tattoos, the brightly colored hair - maybe they'd be less eye-catching somewhere like New York or L.A, but they still wouldn't be anywhere close to the norm. It's pretty fucking cool, Eddie thinks. Not exactly his style, but he can appreciate it for how different it is.
They skate along the outside edge of the rink ever so slowly, but it's a lot better not being alone. ]
Cool, man. Metal's like - basically my whole life, so I don't think either of us are gonna be able to get any requests in. Apparently the mall's got a record shop, though.
[ It hits Eddie for the first time exactly how much he's left behind in Hawkins. Maybe he should be more grateful that he's not just straight-up dead, but what's life without his band, his guitar, Dungeons and Dragons?
Skating around in a big circle to get the privilege of a Walkman, apparently. ]
Apparently you get a tape with it. I hope I don't get some Madonna bullshit.
take it back eddie madonna's great
If I knew the mall had a record shop I probably woulda skipped this shit and gone straight there.
[ He could have spent his time looking for shit he knew and liked rather than crawling along this wall like a newborn deer trying to walk. It had been so long since V was actually bad at something, and he recalled how much he hated this feeling. ]
Bein' real - I'll take anything at this point. Whole lot better than havin' nothing.
[ It didn't help that there was a ton of music here that V flat out didn't recognize, and what little he did was, well, it was almost 100 years old. There sure was no Samurai here, no Kerry, no Bea. There was even a chance Johnny himself hadn't been born yet and, fuck, that man was an actual fossil.
It was really cementing in V's head just how much he didn't belong here and how much he'd lost. His gold-plated boyfriend wasn't born yet - not even a thought, he was sure - and so far in the future V would never see him again; his music was all gone, his cyberware taken from him, and... Well, V never really had hobbies, he just found creative ways to waste time. ]
So, uh, I'm just curious and you seem pretty nova - I'm from a place way bigger than here. Lot more people, lot more shit to do. Place like this - what do you do for fun?
[ He knew that Eddie likely wasn't from here so they probably didn't know what all was around but if this place was comparable to where he was from, well, he'd have a much better idea what to do here than V would. ]
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She's assuming. Chrissy never got the chance to do any drugs, after all.
But when she was offered a pair of rollerskates, when she was told that the prize would be a Walkman with cassette, she couldn't help but grin. It feels like it's been a hundred years since she got to listen to any music — since Eddie drove her to his trailer and nearly leapt out of his skin when his radio blared to life with a scream of guitar, fumbling in his efforts to turn it down so as not to startle her — and maybe she doesn't know what the cassette would be, but she knows she's going to win one.
Hawkins doesn't have a roller rink, but the next down over does, and Chrissy grew up on a cul-de-sac that was quiet enough that she could skate around and around on the street and not worry about getting run over. She circles the rink in no time at all, collects her new pastel yellow Walkman, and then starts to skate around again, just for the fun of it all. It's been so long since she's done anything for fun.
It's hard to miss both the flailing and the heavy thump of a body hitting the floor, but Chrissy can't help the double-take she does when she finally puts together just who she watched wipe the fuck out. ]
Eddie? [ She immediately skates over, flow of traffic be damned, and skids to a stop in front of him. ] Eddie, it's you! [ Two hands are immediately thrust into his line of sight, her fingers wiggling at him until he lifts his hands and takes hers so she can help pull him to his feet. ]
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Eddie looks up to see the smiling face of Chrissy Cunningham, and he can't help but laugh. The last time he'd seen her alive, she was levitating toward his ceiling, her limbs snapping, her eyes -- ]
Chrissy - holy shit, Chrissy, you're -- you're here!
[ He hesitates to say alive, because he's pretty sure neither of them are. How could they be, after what they went through? But she's here, and she's smiling, and she's not mutilated and contorted or anything. Her smile is infectious, too, and Eddie can't help beaming as he takes her hands and shakily rises to his feet. ]
Thank god. I thought I was gonna have to crawl the whole lap.
[ It's his first instinct to joke, but he can't just leave it at that, can he? ]
It's really good to see you again.
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Here she is, in a roller rink lit with neon lights and a disco ball, skates strapped to her feet, helping Eddie Munson clamber back up to standing.
Did Vecna get him too? ]
I can't believe it! [ Once he's more or less standing, she lets go of his hands so she can skate into him and wrap her arms around his middle with absolutely no hesitation, tucking herself up against his chest and squeezing far tighter than anyone looking at her might expect. ] I'm so glad you're here.