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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.
Blood Offering -- haven't finished 999 yet but I MUST
[What a colossal mistake they've made. Oh, sure, she's retired. It's been ages since Syo's dabbled in old habits, there's a few promises there she intends to keep. An ordinary life seems like a swell adventure, and she's been such a good girl so far! Like hell she'll blow her shot now.
But locking her in a room with a total cutie? No chaperones in sight, no witnesses? Might as well dangle steak into a lion's den.
Syo catches the pillow, one brow quirked and a creeping grin cutting across her cheeks. As he passes by she returns the volley, nailing him square on the ass.]
Don't dish it out if you can't take it!
[But no matter. They have a job to do. And the quicker they get out, the quicker she's away from temptation. Syo vaults off her bed and beelines to the closet. She flings it open and bends into the cavity.]
Hmm...no skeletons in the closet. Not yet anyway. [She roots around on the top shelf, standing on tip toe.] Saaaay, what was on that little note you had? Did someone leave you a love letter?
[They better not have. It'd spoil her fun, even if she's got to keep it in the realm of fantasy. Count your lucky stars little man.]
murder puzzle games unite
Who said I can't take it?
[Look, just because they're trapped doesn't mean there isn't time for banter. So far he hasn't found any sign they're on a timer.
He starts disassembling the picture frame, but he takes a second to wave toward the note on the nightstand.]
It's for both of us. Something about blood. I'm hoping it'll make more sense after we find some real clues.
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Except he mentions something mighty interesting. The hot retort dies on her tongue. Her search ceases.]
Aaaaah? [She leans out of the closet, one hand hooked on the frame as she dangles free.] What's that you say? Blood?
[There's no way. Nuh uh. He wouldn't be half so calm about this, not unless he was a total sicko freak. Oh, that might not be so bad? Kind of a plus if she's honest with herself.
Syo rips free from the closet and hops onto the bed. Feet up, stomach down, and plucking the note aloft like it holds a salacious secret. She kicks her heels coquettishly as she reads. Once. Then twice. She flips the thing over, then back again.
Her eyes flick to his back.
Guy seemed smart. Skinny, but not weak. Savvy too, with that whole devil may care attitude. No weapons that she can see.
Syo turns back to the paper and gives a little hum.]
...Oh. I see, I see! Hmm. Man, what a predicament we're in. This is a ripe old pickle, huh Snowflake? [Because of the hair. She'd almost went with Snow White, but that bitch has hair black as ebony. Didn't fit.] Who could ever think of something so cruel! I'd expect, like, a pint at least. If you have to bleed make it worth the effort! What's so scary about about scraping your palm? So fricking lame.
[The note crumples in her hand. Syo chucks it aside with a weary sigh.]
Jeez, the standards are so lax these days! Where's the panache? The shock, the horror? The only thing worse than getting toyed with by a psychopath, is being toyed with by a psychopath with no imagination.
You find anything?
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He drops the disassembled picture on the bed and starts opening drawers in the dresser.]
'Snowflake'? Huh. Guess it's not the weirdest thing I've been called... And I agree, Sailor Doom, this is some bullshit. If you're gonna put me in a puzzle room, you better at least make it high stakes.
[He's going Sailor Doom because of the outfit and the immediate willingness to escalate the violence, and also because any nickname he can think that is tongue-related would probably get him slapped.
And also because Toko is totes going to be Sailor Gloom]Nothing yet. But there's gotta be something more complicated than 'bleed on the damned door', right? That's not a puzzle, that's somebody's weirdo fetish.
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[There's a potent pause. A thrum of something ill-boding, like gathering storm clouds.
It's broken by a cackle that could crack glass. Syo slaps the mattress and wipes a tear from her eye.]
Really? Aw man, nobody's laid one back on me before! That's a good one! [At last she slides off the bed, the giggle fit tapering away.] You know what? You're all right kid. I'll make sure you get out alive, don't even sweat it!
[Nasty accidents excepted of course. She's expecting a bigger, badder booby trap along the way. And frankly, she's pretty sure one of them is gonna have to pony up the goods soon. What does he think he'll find in a damn picture frame? Nothing more than termites, she'll bet.
Meanwhile, she sets to work on the bed. Syo flings the covers back and slaps the pillow aside, then lifts the mattress with a soft grunt. She peers beneath with mild suspicion.] Well, no bed bugs! But there's all the usual mystery stains.
[PLOP! Back down it goes, and once again her roving eye fixes on the lean lines of his body. She's getting bored of this. It's not a scavenger hunt, the solution is right there. Would he hold still if she just nicked him quick? Real shallow, nothing serious! She swears! He's not even looking, he wouldn't feel a thing.]
Oooooh, I just hope it's a crazy fetish! It's gotta be! A boy and a girl of a certain age, free bed and a shower? Doesn't get more obvious than that! [The weight of her holster presses urgent on her leg. Her fingers twitch. The window's closing fast and she has to make a choice: does she do this the nice way, or the naughty way?
He seems tough enough. Maybe he'd accept if she asked just right.]
Hey, cutie. What makes you so sure it's a puzzle?
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There's nothing in the drawers, and when the girl points out the stains on the beds, he determines to not go near them again. He sighs. What a shitty puzzle room.
He looks around for the tell-tale sign of hidden cameras, but doesn't spot any. How would the blood thing even work if nobody is watching to trigger the lock?]
Well, what else would it be? You wake up locked in a weird room with people you don't know and some cryptic instructions, and you solve puzzles to get out. This isn't my first rodeo.
[She did call him 'cutie', though, so he's willing to at least entertain her suggestion. He shrugs.]
You really wanna try the blood thing? Ok, but only if we can find something at least sorta clean to make a cut.
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I don't know, usually this shit gets a helluva lot more lively than that.
Or should I say deadly? [Her grin is near permanant and wide as wide can be. Yet it stretches further still.] Nothing gets the public going better than a little mano a mano, wouldn't you agree?
[Though she hasn't found any cameras either. That doesn't mean they're not there. They probably just think they'll catch something super juicy if they're sneaky about it. Some XXX perhaps? Or brotherly love, Cain and Abel style?
He's coming around though. Her eyes light up! Her hands clap to her cheeks!]
Really?! You mean it? Cross your heart and hope to die? [DID SHE DIE AND GO TO HEAVEN?! Syo's laughing again, giving a little twirl. Oh, this has to be her reward! She's been doing such a good job keeping the sadsacks in Towa City safe, the universe must be throwing her a bone.]
All righty then! No take backs! And don't you worry 'bout it.
[She's settled again, but reaching down. Quick as a lick, she's fished behind the split in her torn up skirt and come up armed. A pair of ornate scissors are threaded over her knuckles. The blades gleam bright — they've been sharpened on both sides.]
I've got you covered.