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cursedcontent2022-08-20 11:49 am
cursedmods) wrote in 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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He took the guy for a punk, but now that the last vestiges of a solid sleep are drifting off, he's taking a closer look. Billy doesn't have any qualms about staring. It might be fucking rude. What had he asked him? ]
'Bout the same. First one in a while.
[ He's still staring, blinks sleep and new life out of his eyes. Are those tattoos? He swings his legs over the side of the bed, doesn't sit up, still assessing. After the shit at Star Court, he's not sure if he should be assessing danger. He needs to jumpstart his brain. ]
Those tattoos?
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He was restless in this bed. Fully clothed in all the shit Johnny'd stormed the tower in - the man was polite enough to keep him dressed in his favorite clothes but it was hardly comfortable in bed. He shifted uncomfortably and started to move, but stopped at the question. It earned Billy a look of extreme confusion. ]
No, it's cyberw--
[ It was a nervous tick he had, picking at the synthskin around the metal bits of his mantis blades. He had tried to do it now but found that instead of the usual unyielding metal it was, in fact, skin. He looked down at his arms and found black tattoo lines instead of the chrome he'd grown so accustomed to. He blinked as he looked over his arms, then looked at the palm of his right hand - it was all just a series of tattoos.
It was very clear that this wasn't the answer he expected to give. He rubbed at the shitty heart tattoo on his right forearm instead as he perched himself at the foot of his bed. ]
Yeah, guess they are.
[ Was this just a really awful dream he was having? He was carefully compartmentalizing all of this just to keep a cool head but he knew he was going to be a complete mess once he found the opportunity to be alone. He could almost feel the panic trying to crawl up the back of his throat. ]
Could recommend a guy but I got a feelin' we're far from home.
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Already got a bit of ink.
...But yeah, man, I guess we are. You have the dream too?
[ The sleep was restful, the other shit less so, he's pretty sure he screamed a lot into a void, didn't get any extra answers from 'the mayor.' Dead, cursed, second chance. Sounds fake. He kind of feels like a purgatorial inmate, assumes this guy must be one too, but that all also sounds like bullshit. Dead, cursed, second chance.
Billy laces his boots up, stands and goes straight for the door. It's locked. He tries again. Still locked. Like a dog, focused on a task, he squares his shoulder and slams it against the door. Still — nothing. Conversationally, as if they aren't trapped, he says without looking at his roomie: ]
Listen, man. Are you dead? Because I bled out in a food court.
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It was hard for V to really know when he went from being software to being asleep; he simply recalled not being and then being in a place where the mayor told him of his latest in a long series of misfortunes. He recalled only bitterly laughing in that dream. He knew he was dead, he was already cursed before he got here, he'd already been given a second chance. Yet another chance was wasted on him. ]
Dream'f some asshole explaining I got some curse? Yeah. Hardly expected it to be literal but here we are.
[ V looked over to watch the struggle with the door. His focus shifted to the door itself, looking at the lock. The idea of picking the lock did cross his mind but it looked like a normal door: he couldn't see why it was locked as it didn't seem to lock from the outside.
The question caught V off-guard. He knew he'd died on more than one occasion but having some stranger ask him point blank about it flared his anxiety. Even if this stranger knew what it was to die and come back, V didn't know how to feel. He didn't know what he was now: he wouldn't have known what he was if he took his body rather than given it away; he didn't know what he was now because this wasn't his body as he knew it. The last time he was without his mods was some time before his transition.
His gaze swept away from the door and stopped on what looked like a piece of paper on the nightstand. He went over and looked at it, picking it up and half-heartedly glancing it over. ]
Yeah, few times over. First time I was shot in the head. Cancer got me after that. Can't say I'm real glad to be back. You?
[ His eyes narrowed as he actually read the paper now, waiting on a response. ]
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[ Bang. Billy's shoulder hits the door again and there's not even a rattle. It's probably easy to register that Billy's anger is rising, because V's right, doors usually lock from the in-fucking-side. It makes him feel caged in, stomach twisting, and the skin around his scars feel tight. For the first time since waking up, he notices them, hand slipping under his shirt to run across the skin.
He never would have survived it. But whatever's put him here put him back together as best it could. V kept talking and Billy had stopped paying attention, but he tries to catch back up, hand dropping from under his shirt. ]
You got shot in the head but cancer got you? Christ.
[ How'd he go? ] Got my stomach ripped out in a fucking mall, by a — big monster made out of meat and people and — Heather. Shit. [ He'd been the first, then came Heather, but she got melted down into oily fetid monster, while Billy's body got to stay whole and throw his step-sister into a wall. Fuck. The more he thinks about it, the more his skin crawls, something a little too hot in his chest, threatening to bubble up. Threat of a 'curse' would come to mind if he wasn't just feeling angry. ]
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He pushed it away like he did all of the other things that were uncomfortable to think about. As he did, he felt a sullen stare coming from slightly behind him to the side and a burning feeling on the back of his neck. He knew the feeling, he knew the judgment. He refused to look, forcing his gaze back to Billy to keep his eyes from wandering. ]
We don't gotta talk about it. Shit like that's heavy.
[ It was really V who didn't want to dive too deep into either of their trauma. He didn't have the capacity to be empathetic nor did he care to dig his fingers into his own wounds and pry them open for Billy to see. ]
Why don't you take a seat'n breathe a moment? Think I figured the way out. [ He held up the note he found and shook it a little to emphasize it. ] Door's a vampire, I guess.