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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.
Toko Fukawa | Danganronpa: Another Episode -- Possible Spoilers/CW
A) A Blood Offering
[Fukawa's had worse dreams. None quite so vivid, nor explicitly instructional. Strange that something so demanding still left her with enough rest to feel better than she has in ages.
Sadly, as she cracks open an eye and finds tangerine-tinted wood paneling on the wall and peach bedsheets swaddling her body, all that good rest goes to waste.]
What? Wh-what the hell?!
[She's upright and on edge in a split second. She'd be on her feet if she hadn't clocked the second anomaly. A complete stranger in the bed opposite.
Fukawa shrieks. A projectile pillow follows, ready to whap whoever the unsuspecting sap is direct in the face.]
Who are you?! [She's drawing the sheets up to shield herself, in spite of still wearing her (heavily tattered) school uniform.] What do you want with me? G-G-Get out!
B) The Roller Rink
[All right so this is hell. She's in hell.
First off, her and her pestilent "roommate" had to give blood to be let out of their own rooms. Which was vile and beyond absurd, but considering the prices she's been asked to pay before perhaps not so devastating. Far worse than mortal sacrifices, though?]
This is so s-stupid, absolutely stupid... [One hand passes over the other as she tries not to end up in the splits, clinging to the boards for dear life. It's a cruel world that forces Fukawa Toko into any kind of sport, much less one with so many witnesses. She grumbles through grit teeth as every other patron zips past her, blithely carefree and physically fit.] Wh-what a bunch of assholes...why can't they wait for winter and ice skate like normal people?
[It's not even that she wants the damn walkman. It's just the closest thing to a clue she might get. For example, there might be a secret about the origin of this place on a tape. Ergo, she needs to get it. That stuff happened all the time in Towa City, why should the trend shift now?
One of Fukawa's legs slips too far to the left and she yelps, scrambling for purchase and finding herself leaning ever closer to the ground. She just has to make it around the rink once. Just once, goddammit, come on!]
I won't give up! [HUFF, HUFF] I w-won't be humiliated! I won't!
C) Mallrats
[They don't even have a bookstore!
Fukawa had trekked from one corner to another, from the first floor to the last, and there is nothing. No consideration for the more intellectually inclined. Instead they've got a clunky, junk-infested electronics store, where everything is so outdated she might as well try using an abacus. The cinema is playing soapy trash blockbusters. Her only hope is the record store, but even that is teeming with filth and mediocrity. Whoever heard of Huey Lewis and the News? What a terrible name! They probably had one milquetoast hit and were destined to die in obscurity. Where they belong.
Fukawa has flicked through one sheathe of vinyl too many by this point, and so turns to her last resort: talking to people.]
D-Do you know if they have a classical section in here? Or would that explode their simian pea-brains? [She casts a withering glance to the store clerk, who has a certain je-ne-sais-quoi about him that says he'd be of no help to anyone. (Might be the weed smoke.)] Or at l-least a Japanese section. Something familiar would be nice.
D) Mallrats Part Two ((Gen. S.))
Syo on the other hand? She's a gal who only got to sneak out in the dead of night, for a singular, sultry, bloody purpose. By the time she was ready to run free in daylight, there wasn't much left to run free to. She's missed out on all the essentials. Ice cream parlours. Spooking park pigeons. Ripping through the pixels in Street Fighter.
A callous cackle peels through the arcade as she lays a lethal smackdown on the latest contender. Rest in pieces, little karate-man sprite.]
YES! GOT 'EM! Eat fist, numb nuts! [Syo slams a hand on the machine and it gives a beleaguered creak. One of the staff has been keeping an eye on her from afar. She doesn't seem to care. A hoot of victory follows and she spins in delight, then abruptly snatches the next passerby by the shoulder.]
Oh man, buddy, have you tried this one yet? I've got a killer streak going on, I've got a fever, you gotta help me out! Show me you know how to mash them buttons, huh? C'mon, c'mon, give me a freaking challenge, here, I'm cleaning out the house and I haven't broken a sweat!