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October 2018 Test Drive Meme

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.

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Of course.

[He says it immediately after she asks. There's just no question -- he'll tell her anything he can. Anything that might help.]

[And, honestly, part of him expected this. He'd talked with Allura a bit, about the missing time between them. And with Keith over his decision to join the Blade. So... her questionis't out of nowhere.]

The last thing remember is being with you and Lance, on our way back from [so help him his eye twitches, even now.] ... picking up Slav.

[.................................

Okay. That's pretty far back compared to where she's at. Also, now there's some regret with how Shiro just reacted. Sorry, Slav, Shiro will never be your fan.

At least this cements it in her mind that this is Shiro. Not exactly her Shiro, but not an evil clone either. Pidge takes the few steps to close the distance between them to hug Shiro and hide her face.

This is okay, right? Now that she knows this is a real Shiro, she needs to make sure he's physically real, too.]

[It feels like something uncoils in his chest, when she steps even one pace nearer. Like some of the tension pulling at his shoulders abruptly releases. He was going to just squeeze her shoulder, something simple and reassuring like that.]

[But once again, she goes for a hug, and he doesn't have it in him to deny her.]

[Pidge is getting hugged. And tightly.]

Hi to you too. [Shhh, he's not emotional here, it's your imagination.] Would you believe me if I said... it's been a long few months?

[Shiro will never be able to deny a Pidge hug, will he. Which is good. To her at least. He's family, after all, and she shows her love for her family this way. Shiro hugging her back just makes her want to cling longer, but she makes herself pull away when she feels he might be ready to let go.

She looks up at him and hopes her eyes aren't as filled with potential tears as she feels they are. This was all too weird and stressful, the comment he makes not helping at all.]

A few months? How? That doesn't make sense.

[They are absolutely family. He'd let her hold on as long as she liked, as much as she needed to. Really... part of him needs it, too. The cuts and abrasions from the corn field attack sting a little at the pressure, but it's worth it. It's more than worth it.]

[She pulls back, and he lets her, not fighting her. But the answer doesn't come right away. Instead, he glances back down the street. Wary of local eyes.]

Which house did you come out of? [And then, to elaborate:] Talking on the street isn't always safe.

[Good to know if she needs a hug or two, or a dozen, to go to Shiro for that in the future. If she knew he was hurt, she wouldn't have hugged so tightly!!]

Which house-[Ah. Pidge points to the one she came out of with a frown.] That one. I didn't want to get too far away from it in case I needed to retreat.

[Since it's her only landmark at the moment that makes any kind of sense.]

[Please, it's fine, Pidge. Really. Everything's fine. The hug is more than welcome.]

[He nods, toward the house.] Come on. Let's get inside before we talk. There's some things you should find, too.

[Still!!! Next time let her know you're hurt!!!]

Alright. I don't think anyone went in while we were out here, so it should be safe.

[She'll take lead as they head back inside.]

[PSHHHHHh he's fine.]

There should't be -- they don't really bother the places we wake up in.

[They haven't yet, anyway. But there's a first time for everything. So he'll keep close to her, just in case something's lurking, waiting, for them.]

[Something besides the basket they should find somewhere in the house with Pidge's name on it.]

"They"? Are "they" something I should be worried about?

[The house is as quiet as when she left it. Thankfully. It's still a creepy house. Maybe it'll always be creepy.]

This entire place feels like a horror movie waiting to happen, Shiro...

The locals. I honestly can't tell you what they are. If they're human, or if they're even real... but they're not that friendly.

[Not overtly hostile. But definitely not friendly, either.]

[At her statement of a "horror movie", he grimaces.] You're not far off. It's been one nightmare after another...

How much do you want to know right now?

[Because he'll tell her everything and everything he knows. But it's also a LOT to dump on someone right out of the gate.]

Hm... not the first time we've met unfriendly folk, but you're making me feel like these ones won't warm up to us easily.

[If at all. Still, not going to stop them from doing what they have to unless the locals are the "stop you from leaving" type.

That brings a frown to her face. Great. So she was right to trust her gut on this one.]

Basics first. We can go from there. And tell me how I can help.

No. I don't think they will. They haven't in all the months we've been here.

[Yeah, that's right. Months.]

[Still -- he heads into the kitchen with her, looking around for the familiar shape of a basket waiting for her.]

Basics are -- every so often this place changes. Something happens, and it goes from being a weird little town to an actual horror show. Monsters... mental trauma. The works.

Months? How?

[And does it have anything to do with this Shiro being different from her Shiro, and how can they fix it. As in go home.

Since Shiro was looking for something, she looks around as well. What... are they looking for?]

Great. And there's nothing we can do to stop it?

No clue. Keith... talked about being stuck on some kind of whale. He was there for years, but according to him, we didn't notice. Maybe it's something like that.

[Where time moves differently here.]

[He starts poking through the cupboards.] If you see a basket, anywhere, look for a bottle and a letter in it. [Then it's back to searching.]

Not that I've found. Or anyone else. We've all been in survival mode.

Two years. [Which is still weird. Time dilation made no sense sometimes.] When he came back to us, he was taller and a lot bigger than before. He came back at a really good time, with another Altean. I don't know if he told you that part.

[A basket with a letter in a bottle... Why can't it be on a tablet or maybe some kind of phone? Whatever. She could deal with how old school this place seem to be. So she nods and takes the lower cupboards.]

Survival mode? I take it there's nothing like stores or anything like that here?

Another Altean...? [No, it's clear that part didn't come up. He sort of looks like Pidge just hit him with a brick.] Does -- Allura knows this. Doesn't she?

[He hopes so. Even more after a conversation or two they've had here.]

There are. But that's not always the issue. Getting to them can be the problem. Whether it's monsters or blackouts so harsh you can't see three feet in front of you.

Yeah. She was there when Keith brought Romelle back. That's the Altean he and Krolia found.

[Don't tell her that Allura is here and might also not be the Allura from the time Pidge is from... she's going to scream if that's the case.]

Monsters can be dealt with, but blackouts that deep? [How?????]

Hey, you said a basket with a bottle with a letter, right? I think I found it.

She didn't say anything about another Altean... she's still convinced she and Coran are the only ones.

[But that's good news! Pidge come on! This'll be great to tell Allura! He smiles at her, a little, half in apology.]

Monsters can be harder to deal with than they sound. Some of them... I couldn't hit them. No matter how hard I tried.

[The magic fingers didn't do a thing against them, he means.]

Yeah -- whatever's in the jar? You... need to eat some. And read the letter.

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