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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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R-right. Good thing.
[The boggling continues as he pulls a face taking the conditioner, as if she'd passed him a cockroach instead. She shouldn't complain, it's to her benefit that her prison mate is so damn gung-ho that he'll take all the falls. It's just weird.
To be fair, everyone she got stuck with last time was a total wingnut too. With a few notable exceptions.]
...Fukawa. [Her mouth purses. His name doesn't ring any bells. She watches close as her gets to business, the dip between her brows deepening.] Y-you're awful chipper for someone who woke up in a hostage situation. What, is th-this just another Tuesday for you?
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[ He probably got locked into a workshed or a cellar or something now and again in boarding school, but that's such a different vibe.
Stede coats the front of his hand enough to get to what he'd consider a solid handprint level and unceremoniously kinda paps it onto the door. Thus begins a tragic yet inevitable failure.
Well. Maybe if he gives it thirty seconds just to be sure. Could be a temperature thing. ]
I'm mostly hoping that I'm hallucinating. Not that I really know what to do if I am hallucinating. Or what to do if I'm not. But I do know that whatever it is that I don't know I'm supposed to do yet, I don't want to be locked in a room while I'm figuring out how to do it. [ Let the record show that the narration has nothing to add that could possibly unweave his thought web. ] So, you know. Best foot forward.
he is so cute, what the hell
Oh, never mind. If they can get the hell out of here there'll be plenty of time to needle him for dull anecdotes later. He gives their plan a go and, of course, nothing comes of it. Fukawa's stomach begins to wind around itself.]
T-try putting it in a different spot! [That could do the trick. And here, she'll help, she's still got the shampoo. Fukawa slicks up her hand and bops it onto the wood.
Nada. She loads up again and tries the handle this time. This door is now getting a deeper clean and condition than her own hair has ever seen.]
Okay, well, y-you're obviously not hallucinating! Because I'm here. And I know I'm not hallucinating because I'd n-never imagine myself in a room with you. [It's not totally an insult, it's just, um. You know. She's sure they'd both rather be locked in a room with someone else. Personally she would be reluctant to leave if it were Byakuya-sama in here...
That line of thought was going to lead her nowhere useful. Later, later, she'll concoct a solid scenario once she's out and far away from this man. Which might be never because their genius plan isn't working.]
Augh! This st-st-stupid thing! [She swats the wood and gives it a kick. Then presses her face near the crack and hollers out to the great beyond.] Hey! This isn't funny! Th-this isn't even original! I've s-seen death traps set up by toddlers scarier than this! Let us out, you — you two-bit, sleazeball hack!
these two are fully out here Trying Their Best and i respect them for it
He gives 'I'd never imagine myself in a room with you' a little head tilt and face-pull combo in the vein of rude, but fair. Stede Bonnet is many things. The sort of person people imagine themselves alone in a room with is not one of them. Unless that's just what his imagination wants him to think. Then again, of things he's imagined or seen, there's nothing about this room or girl familiar enough for him to have made up? Mind games... so complicated.
What a terrible day. And now the Mayor and their letter have gone and upset his-- random room sharer? Fellow captive? Something like that. It only makes sense that she's upset.
This is a glaring mark against the Mayor's etiquette, obviously. ]
Alright, alright! They're very much a two-bit sleazeball hack, but let's not give anyone the satisfaction of knowing we're worried about it. [ That's rule number one of getting terrorized, right.
Never mind that this is being kidnapped and not being insulted at a social event. He takes his hand off of the door so that he can just hold both hands up in "I come in peace" fashion. ]
Besides, I can't help noticing some unprompted use of the term "death trap." So we might wanna take a step back and unpack that, because the vibe I was picking up was a much tamer "blood trap". Very different! Would it help to talk that over?
they're never getting out of this room, bless their hearts
D-don't you get it?! We're completely at their mercy! Oh, suuure, it's only a bit of blood now. But that's never enough. Just you watch!
[She lays off her poor greasy head and thrusts an accusatory finger at the nightstand, where the incendiary note still lies.]
They might start small, but soon it's g-going to be "kill your friends if you want to escape!" Or "detonate this bomb, it's d-definitely not going to blow up a bunch of kids!" Have you been living under a rock?! That's how these games go! It always ends up t-t-totally twisted! Always!
[Really, only the complete lack of insignias gives her the slightest bit of doubt. And this retro theme room. And this Stede guy's clothes. And his general lack of having a single fricking clue.
Other than that, she's getting deja vu in all the worst ways.
She's distinctly out of breath by the time it's over. Her hands are shaking. She has to dip a finger beneath her glasses to catch a tear before it falls. Great, now she's going to be a snotty mess as well as a crazy one.
Quieter now, still bitter:]
I'm just s-so sick of this same old joke.
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