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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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I'll live, [ he assures her, which almost sounds like a joke. A pause, then, and, ] Sure, if you want.
[ Daryl then unceremoniously nicks the back of his right hand with the knife. He knows better than to give himself any extremely painful, slow-healing palm wounds, but this'll do a lot of superficial bleeding quick enough. ]
C'mon and get behind me in case there's some stupid shit on the other side.
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[She looks at the drab sheets, and wastes no time in tearing off a strip of cotton for him. She can wrap it when they're out of this place. And out of clear danger.]
Alright. Be careful, sir. [She readies herself. For what exactly, she's not sure, but she looks at the door with wide eyes.]
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[ Assuming she answers, he offers his own: ] Daryl.
[ And then it's just a matter of pressing his bloody hand to the door. He's skeptical, but on edge; figuring that someone's watching them through CCTV, and that as soon as someone does this sick ritual, they'll either get out and be moved into the next step of whatever game this is, or get asked to do something worse. Both bad options, but he needs intel, and it's better him than her that ends up bloodletting.
Click. The soft sound of the door unlocking is loud in the quiet room, and Daryl feels a curl of unease in him. It sounded plainly mechanical, and not like a remote control. No buzz of prison doors, no electric whir. Is someone standing on the other side of the door?
With a quick movement, he turns the handle and pushes, sending the room door sluggishly open. But there's no one there. ]
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[She watches carefully as he bloodies his hand, puts his hand on the door. And what do you know.
There's no one there. Now that the door is open, Nancy puts her hand out for his.] Hand. Let's get you fixed up before we go anywhere.
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After a moment, he forks over his right hand. The superficial slice is still oozing a bit, and it paradoxically looks cleaner than the rest of him, with slick blood clearing away some of the dirt.
He keeps watch. Silently taking in their surroundings. It all looks normal, painstakingly so, and the ambient sounds he hears are disturbing for their ordinariness. The hum of a vending machine and ice maker down the hall, an AC unit far away, what might be distant traffic. Muffled, unhurried chatting from another room.
What the fuck.
In fact: ] What the fuck.
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What's that noise? [She asks quite vaguely, still staying close to Daryl. A car horn blares in the distance and she nearly jumps out of her skin]
This is... The dream said it isn't a dream. But nothing else makes sense. This is so far from home.
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[ Nancy's reacting stranger than Daryl's reacting, which says something. The idea that this nice, clean, normal motel could be more unfamiliar to her than him is one he doesn't know what to do with— she's younger than him, sure, but not so young as to have no awareness of the world before the dead rose up.
He looks around some more, still expecting someone to come up to them, or for some message to appear, or be heard. ]
Where's 'home', for you?
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With my husband in our flat, Bethnal Green, London, England, 1838. [He asked her home. And she gave him an answer. She looks a little ashamed, at least.] Sorry- that was-- more than you needed to know. [And more than she wanted to say.
...The dream said something about curses.]
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What.
Uh.
The wheels creak in Daryl's head, and he has to ask himself a few things: is all this stranger than the dead coming back to life? Is all this more unbelievable than a chupacabra? Is any of it less unlikely than the specific, insane circumstances of his own lived experience?
He can't come up with an answer. ]
Alright, [ is what he says, eventually. Maybe she's full of shit, but he doesn't know how anyone would pull this off to fake it. Or like, why. ] It's.. maybe 2012, for me, I ain't sure. So some of this is gonna be weird for both of us, but probably weirder for you, I expect.
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[She looks around the new space now with a bit more awe.]
God in Heaven, what a strange place! [She looks up and down the hallway] Left or right? I say away from the noises.
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Yeah. [ Still wary. Does he have anything besides the knife? A quick pat to his side; just a revolver, which probably only has three rounds. Not ideal, and he leaves it alone. Sucks to suck. Again, more clearly— ] Yeah. Let's just take a look around, first.
[ Poor Nancy deserves somebody with a bit more finesse in trying to sort all this out, probably. Alas. Daryl eases out from the doorway, finally, and lets it shut quietly behind them. Away from the street and down the hall, he pays close attention as they go, passing a cheery plastic sign hanging from the ceiling telling them that the guest courtyard is ahead. ]
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Alright. You lead the way. I have... no idea what I'm doing. [She can throw a punch. And take a punch. She's been in her fair share of drunken brawls and smashed a bottle over someone's head. But anything more than that? You're SOL.
She looks up at the sign, frowning.]
Should we... [She points]> keep going to the courtyard? Maybe we'll find others there.
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