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November 2018 Test Drive Meme




NOVEMBER 2018 TEST DRIVE MEME









Welcome to November's Test Drive Meme! This month's Test Drive's theme is: WONDERLAND.

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.

PLEASE NOTE: Due to the nature of November's plot, character arrival prompts are unavailable in this month's Test Drive. Throughout each prompt, all characters will very clearly feel as though they are still stuck in a dream, and are working on a way to get out.

CW: Body horror (growth/shrinking), implied drugging, violence via swords and bludgeoning

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











BEGIN AT THE BEGINNING


The hallway you've ended up in is long and narrow, almost seeming to twirl in on itself as it spirals a long way out of sight. There's no means to go back the way you came - it's walled off now, somehow, though you're not sure when or how it happened - and so you realize if you want to leave, the best thing to do is just move forward. You walk along the checkered marble floor, the click and the clack of your shoes echoing off the twisted walls, the only sound in the whole place as you move.

You're almost convinced you're never going to find the end of this hallway, until you start to see a pinprick of light in the distance. Maybe you even pick up your pace when you start to see it. Regardless of whether you keep at an even walk or you sprint towards the light, you eventually get to the end of the hall. The ceiling has stretched up way out of sight at some point, but there's still a light shining down from somewhere, casting a large spotlight on the only two objects in the room: a fairly large dollhouse on the floor and a table with a cup filled with what looks like punch and a plate with a piece of cake on it. There's a sign, neatly handwritten in black ink: EAT ME! DRINK ME! At least it's to the point.

You can choose to ignore that sign, but as you observe the dollhouse, or the hall you're trapped in, there are two things that might persuade you into realizing it's your only option: 1) There's no door at the end of this hall in order to let you out of it, which means you're still as trapped as you were at the start. And 2) There is a door on the front of the dollhouse and if you squint, you can see a tiiiiiiny key stuck in the lock.

This all might be looking familiar to a fortunate few.

Eventually, you'll have to cave, or end up sitting there forever. Whether you choose the cake or the cup, the moment you swallow, you'll start to feel an uncomfortable ache through your whole body. Soon you can start to feel your bones caving in on themselves, your muscles tightening and shrinking, and your whole body might even start to feel like it's about to implode. It's agonizing - worthy of a scream or two as the magic works through your body, and you see the world starting to become bigger and bigger...

And all at once, it stops. The dollhouse now looks as big as a real house and that key? Is just the right size for your hand. You turn the key, push open the door, and enter into a grand foyer, brightly lit and covered in flowers and ribbons. On top of that? You're no longer alone - someone is in the room with you and they seem to have been stuck waiting for someone to help them explore the house.


TAKE SOME MORE TEA


Sometimes dreams just don't make sense. And this room seems to be the one that sticks out the most. You can see the ceiling, decorated with whimsical paintings and colorful chandeliers, and you can see the four walls, but the ground is definitely grass and dirt, and somehow there seems to be a fresh breeze blowing through, bringing in the crisp air of fall and the scent of burning leaves. Strange, since the grass is so green, strikingly so when compared to the white linen of the table cloth covering the expansive table in the center of the room, and there's not a fallen leaf to be seen anywhere.

There is, however, several place settings, several tea cups, and several tea pots. Your favorite treats are stacked high on the plates in front of you, smelling so fresh your mouth is watering already. It seems like a feast just for the two of you and your stomachs are starting to growl. Maybe sitting for a little while to rest and eat wouldn't be so bad, right? You notice name cards in front of each place setting and eventually, you find your own names, neatly printed in bold lettering. It's best to take a seat if you're going to dig in.

As you start to pile food onto your plate, you notice there's a card between the two of you, with a fun riddle printed out for you to solve:

I'm as small as an ant,
as big as a whale.
I'll approach like a breeze,
but can come like a gale.
By some I get hit,
but all have shown fear.
I'll dance to the music,
though I can't hear.
Of names I have many,
Of names I have one.
I'm as slow as a snail,
but from me you can't run.
What am I?


It might seem like fun and games, but you'll find that as you eat, your mind is getting a little foggier, and the words are blurry and harder to understand. You think it's time to go and you get up from your seat to do just that, but the door you came through - the only door in the room - is locked.

Chances are that riddle is your only means to get that door open. When you finally do solve it, a bright light will appear, and you'll need to stand in front of it, lining your shadow up with the handle, and miming turning it in order to get the door to open itself.


OFF WITH THEIR HEADS



The strategists might enjoy this next room when they open it; in front of you is a giant chessboard, one half of the board all set up and ready to go, and the other half of the board just missing a few pieces in order to get started. The Knight seems to have gone off to do his own thing and, much to the dismay of those around them, the Queen seems to have made herself scarce as well. But luckily for you both, there's two of you! And you seem to be just in time to take the place of these missing players.

Once you each settle into your chosen square, the game begins. It seems pretty tame at first - pawns moving to various pawns, and maybe one of you is taking charge and shouting for where each piece should go next. Best left to the Knight, likely, considering the strategy needed for that particular piece. And all is well and good and fun - until the first piece gets taken. Or, rather, not so much taken, as suddenly smashed to pieces by their opposition.

It doesn't take long to realize the same will happen to you if either of you are captured by your enemies. You have to rethink now, figure out the best strategy to not only win the game, but to make sure that neither of you ends up dead on the way there. You see the other Knight has a giant sword, one that seems to slice through the marble pieces around you like they're made of butter.

If you fail, you can try and dodge the blast, and you could also choose to run from the start; but there's a high chance the pieces will begin to revolt and come after you. You can either play the game or try and fight your way to the door. An interesting dilemma, considering that you're unarmed.



I AM NOT MYSELF, YOU SEE


This dollhouse is filled with tons of rooms, all of which seem to have their own unique flair, and sometimes they seem to be very much filled with the uniqueness of you. As you and your companion explore each door, you eventually start to open ones that seem to contain pieces of them or pieces of you put onto display. How is that possible? Well, you're not quite sure, but it certainly seems like they've managed.

Some of these rooms may hold memories playing out like strangely made stop-animation films; clay versions of yourself and anyone who was in the memory with you, mocked up to put your deepest secrets or your happiest moments into a visual reality. Other rooms may hold objects that relate to your very being - either physical items from home that were exceptionally important to you or metaphorical symbols of who you are as a person. A heart for loving, a stuffed lion (or a real lion, though you'd better hope it's friendly) for courage... All those stereotypical links people have created to show who they are over time.

There's no choice but to keep searching these rooms, though, learning more about yourself and your companion than either of you probably ever wanted to know - because eventually, one of those rooms? Is your ticket out. You'll know when you see it. A giant mirror will be leaning against the wall, the image fuzzy and rippled and not at all the reflection of the room around it. If you put your hand to it, it will sink right through. So long as you don't shy away in fear, you've finally found the end to this dream - or nightmare, as the case may be for some.

danzan: and my heart closed. (I'm going to live freely)

i just looked up agarest and i need to know. can u marry vira-lorr

[personal profile] danzan 2018-11-15 06:36 pm (UTC)(link)
False vision? [ Logan doesn't move to open the next doors just yet, looking at Vira-Lorr with furrowed brows. ] What-- were they not real gods?

You don't seem the type to have all that destroyed without a reason.
onerthes: (14)

[personal profile] onerthes 2018-11-16 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Real gods, but they made a false world, the world that we knew, to try and make what had been imperfect perfect in their eyes. It led to a war eons before I was born, and the fallen gods were sealed away. We had to finish them off.

[Which was an almost insanely oversimplified description of what had happened, but good for short hand.]

And I would say "Kill or be killed" is a reasonable reason. Chaos meant to undo it all and start over. We decided to claim our lives on our terms, so that at least some survived.

(OOC: Hah, so the short answer is yes, in the last generation. Long answer is that every female character that isn't marriage material through the first four generations is a possible marriage partner for Rex in the fifth generation if you do things right.

In her canon - Rex married Dyshana, not her.)
danzan: (I can feel the earth's rotations)

cw: animal death, insects / holy shiiiiit THAT'S WILD... i dig the generation stuff, it's super cool

[personal profile] danzan 2018-11-17 04:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It didn't make the idea of all those people dying any easier to swallow, but Logan's expression went from furrowed confusion to a slightly more tame resignation. ] ...I see. [ Better some than none, isn't that how it goes? Logan shakes his head. ]

Of course you had to clean up a fucking god's mistakes. Piece of shit deities. [ He makes his way to the next room, opening the door quickly, and all there is is a grizzly bear lying on its side. It reeks of five day rot, and with it a very obvious sick-- its old, maggot-infested wound is soaked in the green of poison that won't abate.

And still, dead as it is, the grizzly bear moans, wailing in pain. It gets louder when Logan sets his eyes in it, its aches rattling in his bones, bouncing off the walls of his skull. ]
You see enough misery, you start to wonder if it's not just some god fucking it all up.

[ Without hesitation, Logan steps in, claws pushing out of his fists and stabbing the bear clear through the head. Old, rotten blood gushes out onto the floor and the bear goes quiet; when he pulls his claws out from its head, they're flecked with the material of its brain, dripping dark liquid that fizzles when it hits the floor.

He shakes his fist once, splattering excess blood against the wall before he pulls his claws back up into his arm. Then he leaves the room with a low snarl. ]


I wish I knew the god responsible for this crap so I could kill it, too.
onerthes: (12)

[personal profile] onerthes 2018-11-17 09:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[Better some than none, but that would not be a thing that would earn them easy forgiveness among the survivors, if they realized what happened.]

If you had asked me once, I would have said man makes most of its own misery, but the gods have certainly shown their hand far too much for my liking.

[She watched him do it ambivalently, the act getting no reaction. It was an act of mercy to the poor beast, the bear going silent while the two of them moved on. In the next doorway, she paused as she opened it and her face set like flint.

It looked like a set of prison doors in an old world dungeon. She walked towards one of them and growled, gripping the door.]


If there is a god behind all of this, they bleed and die, the same as any other. Perhaps even their creator did once.

[Yanking on the door, there were old shackles, a little bit of blood, but as well there was a mirror there in the room right where the shackles stood. Vira-Lorr raised an eyebrow, looking back at him.]

this... isn't what I expected to see here. I half expected to find an old friend here.

(OOC: Heh, it's amusing. Reminds me of other games where your spouse determines the future stats of the next generation's hero. Just never could get behind the Rex/VL ship. He's got much better chemistry with Dyshana and Ellis.

Ellis' prison cell seemed a good stopping point on the memory lane trip. They've seen a bit of each other's past after all.)
danzan: (My asshole and my morals)

YEAH no worries!! we can have them stepping in

[personal profile] danzan 2018-11-18 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The sight of a mirror in place of a prisoner was... underwhelming, to say the least. Logan found himself staring at the essentially empty room with a slightly confused expression.

But there was something about the mirror that made him step forward-- something that felt like instinct in his gut. Logan stepped into the room and stood before it, watching a smooth face that refused to reflect him. ]
What the hell...?

[ He reached his hand out, then jerked back when the surface he touched felt more liquid than solid, allowing his hand to sink in a few inches. It covered the tip of his finger and dripped down with the consistency of ketchup. ]

This part of your memory? Or--
onerthes: (08)

[personal profile] onerthes 2018-11-19 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
No, this should be where my good friend and traveling companion, Ellis, was held prisoner. And yet, instead, there is a mirror that loos as much like water. I wonder what could be going on.

[She reached out, and after a tentative touch, pushed her arm in to the elbow. There was a sensation at the fingertips that was hard to identify. She looked at him with a thin-lipped gaze, serious but not nervous.]

It feels like water. Do you think we are meant to try and pass through it? It would certainly fit a dream.
danzan: That's admirable. (He said he did everything he could)

[personal profile] danzan 2018-11-22 04:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He didn't necessary like the idea of stepping through weird, liquid mirrors, but in the same way Deerington liked to fuck with his head and turn him crazy, it also had an odd way of getting him to do things that had to be done. It didn't matter what Logan thought-- he knew without a shadow of a doubt that this was where they had to go.

And the lack of fear in Vira-Lorr's scent told Logan enough of what she thought, too. ]


Only one way to find out. [ He gave her shoulder a small squeeze, then looked down at her with the faintest shadow of a smile. ] I'll see you on the other side.

Then we'll get those fucking drinks.

[ With that he was moving, stepping into the water, and the last thing Vira-Lorr would see of him in this dream would be the heel of his right boot before it disappeared, too. ]
onerthes: (Default)

[personal profile] onerthes 2018-11-22 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Only one way to find out. I will see you there as well.

[And she was following right behind him. Of course, the side effect of the act was that the two would wake up to yet another nighmare, but soon enough they'd have that drink.

You know, after they were done being dolls.]