cursedcontent | 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.

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.

Roller Rink

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.

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.

Mallrats

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.

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.

Extra Info

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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ He glances over, as if checking to see if the guy's talking to someone else. For a moment, Steve considers just going back to looking at the cassettes (specifically looking for The Works by Queen, so his favourite songs can be on hand), but that's probably rude. ]

Do they? Say that, I mean. [ Also what media exists that isn't physical?? He motions to the Tears For Fears cassette in the guy's hand. ] Great tape. Gotta say I think I like Songs From The Big Chair better, though.

Yep. ( is his answer. is he going to elaborate on what he means? no, no he is not. he'd gathered from the dream and the waking up next to a stranger in a motel room that he'd never been to in his life — although he's pretty sure he's been to a motel room that was, like, the spitting image of it back when he was a kid — and from conversations he's had at the roller rink ""party"", they — the ""cursed"" — are from all from very different places. ) They're totally uncultured though, and have no idea what they're missing out on.

( it's been a long time since peter's been anywhere that sells cassettes — the last time he'd been on earth, he'd found that music shops were all but a thing of the past, and the few that did exist had circled back round to selling vinyl which was fine, but vinyl wasn't exactly ideal for transporting back to space. and cassettes, more than any other medium peter's familiar with, has one great advantage: all you need is a pen to fix it. CDs? nah. once they're scratched, they're scratched, and you can't keep recording over them. records? same problem, only worse.

plus, the slow degredation of cassettes is charming in its own way, and each time he's needed to re-record one or some of his favourite songs, it's involved the space version of a roadtrip, one of the few times peter prefers to travel alone.

he lifts a shoulder in a loose shrug, the physical equivalent of an 'eh, you do you.' steve's opinion is totally valid, even if peter really doesn't agree. )

Looking for something specific?

Uh. Queen.

[ Steve shrugs a bit, deciding not to dwell on the idea of physical media. The guy seems a bit odd but that seems par for the course here. He goes back to looking through the tapes, then he pulls one out with a triumphant sort of a-ha. ]

Keep Passing The Open Windows. The song sort of got me through a kind of shit time, feel like maybe it'll help with whatever ... This is.

[ He gives his hand a bit of a wave, insinuating the general everythingness of what's going on. ]

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