October 2018 Test Drive Meme

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OCTOBER 2018 TEST DRIVE MEME

Welcome to October’s Test Drive Meme! This month's Test Drive's theme is: HALLOWEEN HORROR.

All Test Drive Memes contain at least one clue to the Deerington's upcoming in-game events for the month! Keep your eyes peeled! But...not literally.

Characters may die during TDMs, but you do not need to count it towards a game-canonical death unless you want to. Consider it a freebie. All TDMs can be considered game canon as TDMs introduce minor aspects about the world of Deerington that can be revisited by characters later on in the game. You may also use TDMs for your application writing sample as well as AC.

CW: Wet and rotting corpses/zombies, ghosts, violence, blood, knives, possessed dolls, options for underage drinking

Don't forget to tag content whenever necessary. Have fun!

Prompt One
Prompt Two
Character Arrival
Master Navigation

IT’S JUST A BUNCH OF HOCUS POCUS

It’s not Halloween if you don’t make a trip to a cheesy haunted house. At least, that’s what everyone in Deerington likes to say. The old Victorian stands at the top of a hill, rickety and in desperate need of a new paint job. The yard and porch have been decorated with what you’d expect for your typical haunted house; fake spider webs spread across the overhang, painted foam grave markers with cheesy names like “Here lies Richard Cranium” and “BEWARE!!” in creepy letter etchings. You can see the blinking of variously timed strobe lights in some windows and the shadow of what you’re pretty sure is a full-sized doll standing in the window, meant to look like someone staring out at you. The rocking chair on the porch near the door has a skeleton with a bowl of candy in his lap, and a sign is propped up against the wall next to him.

“ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK. TOUCH NOTHING AND NOTHING WILL TOUCH YOU!”

Well that sounds promising.

The first few rooms you enter are appropriately cheesy. There’s the silly burst of air that you hear just before a plastic figuring pops out of a poorly constructed coffin, the clicking sound of the machinery inside echoing in the room when it starts to pull back and the lid closes once again. There’s fog machines trying to give the appropriately spooky air, stuffed sheets shaped to look like dead bodies wrapped up laying in piles on the floor with fake blood staining the white fabric, black lighting to show off words scribbled on doors like “TURN BACK NOW” and “SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES.” Nothing you haven’t seen before. It might be even worse than things you’ve seen before, over the top cheesy, boring enough to give a yawn. Each door seems to open on its own so you don’t even have to touch the handles.

As you make your way through the next automatic door, the room you walk into is different than those before it. It’s a regular children’s room. A bed against the wall near the window, a dresser in the corner, a small desk with a chair. Nothing out of the ordinary, save for the lights not being on, and the strange flickering light in the closet. You step towards it, figuring you’re in for another jump scare, but the door doesn’t open. Whether you’re naturally the curious sort or not, something in the back of your mind makes you want to open the door and see what’s on the inside.

If you fight it and walk towards the next automatic door, you’ll find you’ve walked out to the backyard of the house, those same foam decorations and a dozen or more jack o’ lanterns lighting your way on a path back to the town.

If you choose to pull the door open, however, it’ll take you into yet another room, with a flickering television playing nothing but static. Once you step past the doors of the closet, they slam shut behind you and whoever else dared to enter. The doors won’t lock no matter what you do, no matter how strong the person shaking the handles or pushing against the wood may be. You realize you broke the one rule; you’ve touched something. But can things now really touch you?

The only light source in the whole room is that television and it’s not lighting up much inside the room around it. If you squint when the TV is at its brightest setting, you can just make out another door. Your exit, you hope. But as you make your way towards the door, the flickering suddenly stops, the TV steadily bright, a low humming noise coming from the screen, and suddenly the door seems several more feet away from you than it was a second ago. Before you can reach the door, there’s the sound of trickling water from behind you. If you choose to look back, you’ll see something coming out from the screen - a girl with soaked clothing and pale, rotted skin. She emerges fully from the glass and starts to move towards you. You know it’s best to start running for that door. If you stay and try to fight, you’ll find that no regular weapons work on her, though special weapons and powers that are effective against spirits will definitely do the trick. For those who don’t have any of these at their disposal, however, there is one more hope besides just trying to run; two old school VHS tape sit on the table near by, a fancy machine between them that is meant to copy one to the other. Work as a team and have one distract her while the other records, and you’ll find that she disappears as quickly as she flickered on the screen and the TV will return to static.

Regardless of what you choose before carrying on, the next room you come to as the door slams and locks behind you is entirely different. Brightly lit and filled with what seems like hundreds of porcelain dolls, it’s almost hard to tell where there could possibly be another exit hidden among the massive shelves. You can start to wind your way through them, but before long, you start to hear the sound of running feet, the jingling of bells, the swish of satin, and most eerily the sounds of children giggling - but there’s nothing that sounds save about them. Some of the dolls you saw on the last shelf seem like they’ve moved and are sitting in the corner or laying in a new position on a new shelf. Sometimes you swear you can see their heads turn to watch you pass, but it has to be a trick of the light, doesn’t it?

That is until one of those dolls runs by you, brandishing something shiny in their hands - something sharp. A knife, you realize too late, as it tries to slice at your legs and knock you down. You can kick them away and they’ll go flying, and when the porcelain smashes, the doll will scream in agony. You notice there’s blood pouring from the hole that formed, spreading quickly across the ground. The dolls are easy to kill, but are they really just dolls? You can take your time to contemplate that later, as now you have to fight your way through the violent and armed toys to reach the door at the end of the maze of shelves. Hopefully you can get out without too many severe injuries.

When (or if) you do manage to get to the next room, you seem to have a chance to take a breath and tend to any wounds. It’s decorated like the room of a small cottage, a large pot over the fireplace that isn’t lit, and several jars full of (possibly rotting) food and herbs on the shelves. You see a book on the stand in the center, latched shut and covered in dust. You can open it, if you want, but remember the warning you ignored that got you in trouble in the first place. It’s probably better to carry on to the next room.

If you do choose to open the book, though, there will be eerily glowing text lining the pages, the light will seem to poor out and fill the room, and you’ll be transported back out in front of the house.

Those who continued through the door will find themselves out in the backyard. Just like for those who got out sooner, there are dozens of jack o lanterns, but the graves don’t look like they’re made of foam this time. They’re real stone, engraved with real names and real dates this time. And the ground underneath them seems to be moving, like someone’s trying to crawl out of there. Better not to wait around. Soon as you start to move down the path, you’ll start to hear the sounds of groans as the undead start to crawl from their own graves, pulling themselves up through the dirt, and determined to get to the only food source they see - you. The zombies seem like they’re never ending, coming from every inch of the yard, but at least they’re just like normal zombies - completely incapable of being killed unless you cut off the head. There are shovels lying next to a few graves if you need a quick weapon, but there’s also still always the option to run as fast as you can up the stone path to the front of the house and back towards the street.

When you do finally manage to get back to the front, there’s a momentary blinding flash of light, disorienting anyone near it for a few seconds. When it finally fades, any leftover zombies chasing you have disappeared and the house looks like the same, cheesy haunted house you walked up to in the first place. If for some reason you decide to go and explore the backyard again, the grass will be back to normal, and the graves will all be replaced by cheaply painted foam once more.

Was that all in your head? Who knows. But maybe it’s best to just get out of here.

WE DID THE MASH

Somehow the street lamps have all been converted to oil based flames, the Authority are in witch hats, and every where you go there is music that seems to be playing from faintly glowing bats hanging upside down from telephone wires. The bats will open their mouths in succession, seeming somehow capable of producing the sounds of instruments and singers alike of popular Halloween songs.

Yards are decorated as thoroughly as the front of stores. Maybe you haven't bothered to decorate, but your neighbor sure has! Fake gravestones are propped up in yards, giant fake spiders in trees, and no matter where you walk, the ground seems covered in thick, rolling fog from machines. Or at least you hope it's coming from machines. Hell, you can't even find it in yourself to be too worried! Everyone around you is having way too good of a time! And God, there is food everywhere! Might as well grab a bite while you're out, huh?

It's tempting to break loose and dance. Jack-O-Lanterns absolutely crowd the streets. There's more than you can even begin to count, and all of them are lit all throughout the night. Even if you accidentally trip over some, they don't seem to catch fire to anything or go out! Some neighbors have camp fires set up with marshmallows to roast, while others have...are those broomsticks? Well that's kinda cool, you guess. Correction: it's really cool since you can actually pick one up and take it for a fly! Make sure to attach a little lamp to the front though because God knows it's dangerous flying at night. The brooms only work if you wear the appropriately provided hats, of course, but you can keep both the broom and hat indefinitely and have a readily available means of flight in Deerington after! Be forewarned though: the brooms are as easily broken as regular brooms and the hats easily blown away in the wind.

TRICK OR TREATS

At any of the events, especially the nighttime partying, you can find any number of the following treats (and their potential side effects):

Donuts (Will make you deliriously happy. Everything is amazing to you. May cause a lot of affection. A lot of affection.)
Candy Apples (You will eagerly tell someone everything you like about them. Talk about a sweet tooth.)
Candy Corn (Will make you extremely sad. Like god, you'll be wondering why you hate yourself so much.)
Pumpkin Spice Lattes (Causes suspicious amounts of obedience and a desire to do what you're told.)
Hot Chocolate (Can provide some minor healing. Best stuff to drink with a common cold!)
Hot or Cold Apple Cider (Nothing will happen. It's just really good.)
Alcoholic Cider (This isn't your grandma's apple cider. This stuff will knock you on your ass. Anyone who drinks this will get wasted regardless of whether or not they are immune to alcohol or even ingest regular food. It only takes one or two before you start to get tipsy, but any more than that and you'll be well on your way to drunk. Please drink responsibly. We don't need any FUIs.)

Character Arrival

You can read how all characters arrive in Deerington here.

There is not a collective "all these characters showed up at the exact same moment" occurrence in Deerington. Since characters fall asleep, die, or pass out at various times throughout all their worlds, it wouldn't make too much sense if they arrived in game all at the exact same time. There should be some discrepancy between character arrival, whether by a couple minutes, hours, or even days up to a week.

The players are entirely in control of how/when they want to play their characters arriving in Deerington. For TDMs, you can play it like your character has just arrived and that can be maintained as your game canon, or you can wait until game events for that moment. Or you don't need to acknowledge it at all. The flexibility for character allows a bit more of an organic feel to the character arrival situation, so please play it to whatever feels right for you.

If you are interested in having an "arrival" introduction for one of your TDM prompts, you are more than welcome to explore that option.

Comments

[therapissed]

Nnnnnnnno. I'm not.

[That sheepish look stays for a while as he asks tentatively:] Any chance you can keep that to yourself? Not a lot of people here... know. And I'd prefer to keep it that way for a while longer if I can.

[familiarnightmares]

A SECRET? HOW CHARMING.

[ Then again Venom couldn't keep itself a secret if it tried. Not for long, anyway. ]

WE PROMISE. BUT WHY DOES IT NEED TO BE A SECRET?

[ Because sometimes people don't want other people to know about their weirdness, Eddie counters. ]

YOUR WEIRDNESS IS WHAT MAKES YOU INTERESTING, EDDIE. WITHOUT IT YOU ARE...BORING.

[therapissed]

[Just going to let Venom talk to his gooey human center before asking:]

Thanks, Venom. [For trying to keep the promise. He appreciates it.]

By the way, do you have to talk to each other out loud, or can you talk mentally?

[Because talking out loud like that seems a bit unsubtle.]

[familiarnightmares]

WE HAVE NEVER TRIED IT.

[ And don't really have much interest in it, but that's beside the point. ]

[therapissed]

You could, in future. If you wanted to be a more... 'subtle' predator... or something to that effect.

[Bruce, no, don't give tips to the man-eating alien creature. Even if he's being polite to you so far.]

... Please don't test that on me. I don't take getting spooked too well.

[familiarnightmares]

WE ARE NOT SUBTLE.

[ No shit. ]

BUT WE WILL TAKE IT UNDER CONSIDERATION.

[therapissed]

You're black, probably more agile and stronger than humans- [Judging by that build] -and quick to take down your prey. Put you in a dark space and you only need to be quiet to be subtle.

[Speaking of taking down prey- wow those zombies sure are still coming.]

Uh... Should I get the shovel to knock some of their heads off, or are you... really... hungry?

[familiarnightmares]

WE ARE ALWAYS HUNGRY. BUT HELP WOULD BE OKAY.

[ Eddie groans internally (although how else can he groan right now, really). Why does it have to be rotten meat.

I hate you so much right now. ]

YOU DON'T MEAN THAT. TAKE IT BACK.

[ We're EATING DEAD BODIES. It's fucking gross. ]

IT'S NO PICNIC FOR ME EITHER, YOU KNOW.

[ Just...do what you have to do before they eat all three of us, okay?

Venom grumbles, but knows Eddie has a point. They can argue about it later. For now, the symbiote charges at the zombies again, ripping through whatever it can get to and chowing down on whatever gets in the way. ]

[therapissed]

[Bruce quickly grabs up a shovel and starts swinging. It's... like... a very gory, smelly game of baseball, and he's thankful some of these corpses are more... decayed than others, because the heads come off a bit easier. He still gets some brain matter on him which is a bit... gross.

Oh well, long hot shower when he's home.]

So if you eat- [Thwack!] -does Eddie have to digest it? Isn't this... 'meat' going to be a bit hard on his stomach?

[familiarnightmares]

HE HASN'T COMPLAINED YET.

[ Eddie scoffs.

I absolutely have. I threw up the first time you made me eat something, don't even try to play that game. ]

CORRECTION: HE HASN'T COMPLAINED ABOUT IT MUCH.

[ A beat, considering, and another zombie bites the dust, then: ]

ALTHOUGH IT'S USUALLY FRESHER THAN THIS.

[therapissed]

Does it have to be meat?

[Another thwak and oh, look at that head fly! Ew.]

Or can you eat human food?

[familiarnightmares]

WE CAN. BUT MEAT IS BETTER. BRAINS, PANCREAS, LIVER, MUCH BETTER THAN TATER TOTS.

[therapissed]

Human or animal? Because I know how to make steak and kidney pie-

[Augh that's a hand, that's a rotting hand grabbing at his ankle, ugh-! This is the worst version of golf but the head goes flying and Bruce is kicking off the scrabbling hand from his leg.]

What was I...? Right, steak and kidney pie, but not human meat.

[familiarnightmares]

[ Venom scowls in something like distaste. Probably, anyway, it's not like he's the most expressive, being 90% teeth with weird eye spots.

He lunges forward to take out another two, beating one with the arm of the other before crushing the first's skull in a massive hand, only then returning his attention to the doctor. ]

DEAD IS NO GOOD. THE FRESHER THE BETTER.

[ A beat. ]

OR CHOCOLATE. THAT WORKS TOO.

[therapissed]

[Staring. Thinking. And then:]

I really hope you don't mean you want fresh organs coated in chocolate. If it's just chocolate, that's easy enough to provide, but I'm guessing Eddie needs a more balanced diet... right, Eddie?

[familiarnightmares]

NO, CHOCOLATE ON ITS OWN IS GOOD. IT HAS SIMILAR PROPERTIES TO WHAT I NEED.

[ Not all of them, but some. But it can appreciate Bruce's concerns, at least. Particularly given Eddie is extremely quick to agree. ]

FINE. YES. YOU NEED PEOPLE-FOOD. WE LIKE PEOPLE FOOD ANYWAY. LIKE CHOCOLATE. AND TATER TOTS.

[therapissed]

... Yeah. And maybe some protein and vegetables. Think you'd be okay with that? Maybe Eddie can have his steaks a bit on the rare side.

[Dr. Banner, non-MD, ladies and gentlemen. Giving dietary advice to an alien on how to care for his human host.

What is his life.]

[familiarnightmares]

VERY RARE.

WHY CAN'T WE EAT PEOPLE. OR...WHATEVER NON-PEOPLE YOU HAVE HERE.

[ He's not quite petulant, but he's close. A quick look around and there don't seem to be any more zombies, so he starts wandering away, assuming Bruce is going to follow. ]

[therapissed]

[He might as well - Venom's surprisingly good at conversation.]

Eddie, maybe try carpaccio. Or sushi. Pretty sure we can get you some live octopus to make sannakji from, and you really can't get fresher than that.

And I'd avoid eating the people here. We have these... 'cats', and I use the term loosely, that keep the peace. They can and will eat you if you kill someone. You'll come back from it, but it's not going to be pleasant.

[Yeah, it's weird.]

You could go hunting some of the animals in the woods, but leave the deer alone. They're kind of... protectors. Anything else is pretty fair game, but I'm not sure Eddie would like to eat nonstop squirming animals.

[familiarnightmares]

SO MANY RULES. IT IS A WONDER YOU EVER GET ANYTHING DONE.

[ Everybody needs rules. It's what keeps everything from going off the rails.

But Eddie knows damn well Venom doesn't exactly operate the same as most other people. Fortunately not even the same as his own people, but still. ]

YOUR RULES ARE STILL STUPID. BUT WE WILL FOLLOW THEM.

[ And with that revelation, Venom retreats, oozing back into wherever he lives when he's not up front and center, seeming to pass directly through skin and clothing. Eddie staggers in place a little, but shakes it off and keeps moving. The further they get from that weird-ass house the better, as far as he's concerned. ]

[therapissed]

[Oh look, alien man is gone and now there's man man in front of him! Bruce is just going to give him a concerned look as they keep walking.]

You all right? [You had a lot of... questionable food just now, man.]

[familiarnightmares]

[ Yeah, he's looking a little green around the gills the further he walks. And more unsteady, but at least he's stubborn enough to keep the forward momentum. ]

Yeah, I'm fine. Probably. ...Maybe. I'm not dying, I know that much.

[ Hooray for that! But that's about the only thing he's got going for him right now, since he gets about two more steps before all the rotten meat catches up to him and is promptly and violently heaved up onto the ground in a strange white, stringy mess. ]

Sorry.

[therapissed]

It's okay. Take your time.

[Seriously, better out than in. Especially whatever the hell that white gunk is, because that's definitely not what regurgitated meats, rotten or otherwise, should look like.]

Can I do anything to help?

[familiarnightmares]

[ At least it doesn't go on for too long, and once it's over he straightens, then drags a breath in, sniffs, and wipes his mouth with a resigned kind of expression. ]

Nah, it's... I'm okay. He just got carried away. He's gonna start bitching in like 30 seconds that he's hungry again, but that's what you get when you decide to eat rancid meat.

[therapissed]

At least he sticks to organic matter. Try waking up with bits of metal in your teeth from what was probably a license plate.

[It's not fun.]

... If you want, I run a clinic out of my house. And I have a habit of feeding people who look like they need a decent meal or ten. [Which you do, Eddie.] I won't force you into a checkup, but my fridge is loaded if you want to hold back your friend from going hangry.