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MAY 2019 TEST DRIVE MEME
MAY 2019 TEST DRIVE MEME
Welcome to May's Test Drive Meme! This is our first Test Drive ever so let's make it a good one. This month's Test Drive's theme is: SUPERNATURAL 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: Sin related things? There's not much this month, actually.
Don't forget to tag content whenever necessary. Have fun!
VISION OF A WORLD

That seems to have gone to an extreme. While some powers seemed to work just fine before, anyone with any kind of special ability will find that there's some sort of glitch occurring whenever they try to use them these days. Even those with technology-based powers that are usually left alone will find that their tech just isn't functioning the way it's supposed to. Some will find their powers have gone into complete overdrive, unable to control them in any manner - maybe you just meant to use your fire abilities to light a cigarette and instead you burnt down an entire tree, or if you're usually a strong telepath, you're suddenly unable to filter out anyone's thoughts.
On the opposite end, powers may cease to function at all. Maybe your super strength disappears and you're suddenly as weak as a child, or your self-healing no longer heals, leaving you vulnerable and capable of extreme injuries you've never felt before. Ever wondered what it was like to be "normal"? Now's your chance - hopefully you don't end up in any tricky situations where your powers may have come in handy after all.
Stranger still, people who have never had powers may find they're suddenly able to do incredible things. Those scrawny arms can suddenly lift cars over your head, or your usually slow and clumsy feet can now move faster than the speed of sound. Anything can happen - but now you're stuck trying to learn how to control powers you've never tried to use before. Maybe you'll be lucky and won't hurt yourself (or someone else) too badly...
NO SINNER LIKE A YOUNG SAINT

Most importantly, they're trying to focus on the tunes. Record players are set up with headphones if you want to try out an album you've never heard before. Otherwise there's a nice mix of different genres that play throughout the day, cycling through in a random loop. If you don't like what you're listening to one minute, just come back in a few and you'll probably hear your favorite song coming through the speakers instead!
Each genre of music seems to cause a unique effect to those who are listening. Whether it's the records in private or the music flowing out into the streets, characters will find themselves acting a little differently throughout the course of each song.
Classic Rock will entice people to act a bit more prideful. Boasting about your greatest experiences, telling everyone about your greatest success stories from home, showing off your awesome skillset that you think is entirely unique to you. You're feeling good about your own abilities and accomplishments and you want everyone to know about it.
Metal will have people acting more wrathful. Anger will sky rocket and the desire to get into a fight will be high. Maybe you just verbally attack someone else, or your anger gets great enough that you start to physically lash out. Hopefully someone is around to calm your rage before someone else gets hurt.
Country will bring people a feeling of envy. Suddenly everyone around you has something you want but don't have. Anything from a haircut you wish you could rock to a significant other you wish was yours or a personality trait you want to possess. You'll find yourself wishing you had what everyone else did. It might sink you into a deep depression or it might even make you try and take what they have - at any cost.
Pop music will fill you with a sense of greed. You want anything and everything, whether it's something you would normal try and possess or not. A person, a food, a piece of jewelry, one of the records that's in the store, clothing -- you want all of it. It doesn't matter if you have the funds or if the person you've got your eye on wants to be near you, you're going to get what you want and no one is going to stop you.*
Jazz music will bring about a suddenly make you feel a little bit lazy and sloth-like. Everything has slowed down for you and you're not wanting to really try and speed them up. You're ready to lounge and forget about responsibilities. Just chill in the corner with your records - who cares about fun or work or eating when you can just listen to the smooth notes from Coltrane?
Punk suddenly makes you feel gluttonous. Your stomach won't stop growling, your throat feels parched, and you're trying to buy everything those vendors and local restaurants and cafes are trying to sell in order to satisfy your belly. It doesn't matter if your stomach keeps feeling uncomfortably stuffed or you're slowly getting to a point well beyond wasted, you're going to keep eating and drinking everything in sight until you feel better.
Blues will make people feel a great amount of lust. Is there someone you've been wanting for a long time but never had the guts to make a move on? Or maybe you're desire for a complete stranger hits you out of nowhere. Regardless, you want to feel close to them in any way you can, your body aching and your mind only able to focus on feeling your body against theirs.*
All effects of the music will last as long as the tracks are playing, changing the moment a new genre is playing. If you are pulled out of earshot of the music or take the headphones off your ears, there will be a lingering effect for five to ten minutes before it will finally start to fade off. Let's hope you're strong enough to fight it - or that you at least don't make too many mistakes you might regret by the time the track changes.
*Please remember that there is no non-consensual sex in this game. Do not use these prompts to try and maneuver around this rule.
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.
Steve Rogers | MCU
[ Steve snaps out of bed and reaches for a weapon that isn't there, guards up against a nonexistent enemy. He walks out of the house he's in to find he's not suddenly in Times Square, nor is there a familiar face around to explain to him what's going on. He runs past a swathe of forest, pushing against the invasive thoughts of a past dream that nag at him until a town pops into view to distract him.
He puts his hand on your character's arm to get their attention, and though his gaze wanders confused, he tries to focus on their face. ]
Excuse me, where is this?
Vision of a World
[ Yesterday, Steve had woken up in an unfamiliar, yet nostalgic bed, in an unfamiliar, yet nostalgic town.
Today, he wakes up and looks at his arms and body in disbelief. ]
You've gotta be kidding me.
[ He goes about his daily routine but misses a spot shaving since he can't see his chin in the mirror; he sets off the smoke alarm trying to make breakfast and ends up throwing his frying pan onto the lawn; his chest seizes up as he has to remember to slow down since his asthma seems insistent on catching up with the past decade of being out of his system.
A very diminutive Steve Rogers, who looks to be swimming in his clothes, hops up onto a stool next to your character at the diner. He orders a coffee and a breakfast that'll be served on a plate bigger than he is. As soon as the waitress disappears into the back, he leans over and asks: ]
Do you wanna explain what's going on?
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[ HMU for a personal prompt at
Also as a note, I haven't picked a canon point yet & I'm good with Endgame spoilers but please put in your response somewhere if they're ok and blackout spoiler content:
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Vision | im spoiling all the endgame content i can't believe thanos had sex with all the avengers
He was tired, and hungry, and weak. The hunger brought him to the diner. A hoodie he'd bought after Peter had stolen the last one was pulled far over his face, making him look sketchy as all get out, but it was better than the alternative. Occasionally, he'd cough a wet cough into a napkin. It kept most of the people away from him as he'd tried to keep his appetite up to finish a stack of pancakes. Nausea was welcoming him to its front door fast though.
Luckily, a distraction began speaking to him. Wade turns slightly to look at him, trying to keep his horrorshow of a face to himself, for this guy's sake.
... Huh, he seems... familiar. ] Gonna need a little more to go off of than that, doll-- [ face, suddenly, Wade is turning to look at him. Sorry, about his face... Despite having no eyebrows, his brow is furrowed. ] No way.
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He's also used to getting recognized now, but he realizes that he's not quite as iconic without the muscles and the not-possibly-dying-of-diphtheria thing he used to have going on. But hey Wade, you can relate, right? ]
I'm usually...
[ How does he say this. ]
...bigger.
[ Unless Wade had him mistaken for someone else, that should've confirmed what he was thinking. But he's hoping that Wade doesn't make too big of a deal out of it, since he has no idea what that waitress is hiding and he doesn't want to show their hand too quickly. ]
And I usually don't wake up in Maine.
[ The waitress comes back with both their breakfasts and coffees, and then disappears again to take a phone call. ]
cw: blood ig
When his lungs stop betraying him, he focuses back on Steve, even if he's feeling dizzy now. ]
Have some couth this is the first date! [ Why yes, he did just turn that into a dick joke. ] It's okay, I don't mind a grower. [ His shoulders jitter in silent laughter. ]
Oh, you're new. Yeah. None of us do. Supposedly we're in a dream, like the Matrix or something. Yada yada. But this place can do things to our powers. Like make you all... teeny tiny instead of hunka hunka.
[ He seems a lot more relaxed aside from how shitty he feels. ]
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Arrival
Deerington. I think it's in a place called Maine, if that helps?
Re: Arrival
He's going to shove all that aside and try to focus on what's important.
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Too bad English was nothing like the common language. Or Galran.
At least they had figured each other out in the end though. "You can call me Krolia."
At his question though, her expression falters for one brief second, before she steels it into a more neutral one. "Other then torture us? I wish I knew."
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Vision of a World (I don't mind spoilers, but I'm not up to date)
So, she pulled her hoodie up around herself and just focused on breakfast, trying to ignore everything and everyone. Alas, things just weren't that easy. When that voice hit her ears, she was surprised by the sight of the man next to her. To her credit, the surprise didn't show in her features as she turned to face him in her seat.]
Shouldn't I be asking you that question?
[She propped her elbow on the counter top and rested her chin in her hand, taking in his deflated appearance.]
I always thought you'd be taller... [The faintest smirk tugged at her lips. She knew this was worrisome. Cap almost looked sickly, and that didn't bode well. Was this a localised issue?] Anyone else having 'performance issues' that you know of?
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But it looks like this is the best disguise of all- being in the sickly body he was born with. ]
I haven't talked to anybody but you.
[ But it would stand to reason that some of the other Avengers are here-- that would mean this is probably a kidnapping. He's thinking there's probably some sort of drug involved as well to remove his memories, a drug he'd otherwise probably shrug off. He doesn't really believe they're in Maine, but he's still trying to figure out why their kidnappers would give them such a "soft" landing place, how they got the drop on them and why they're even here. He's at least hoping they make a direct ransom demand, and not one to Fury or Tony or something. ]
Do you know who else is here? Just us?
[ He can't help himself from shooting her a quick grin; with the two of them here, they're going to be just fine. ]
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She'd read his file. Who in SHIELD hadn't? That didn't make this sight any less strange to her.]
You sure know how to make a girl feel special. [It's said teasingly, because obviously, he didn't know she'd be here, but they needed normal right now and banter was normal. Call it deflecting, call it defusing, call it whatever you want, but it was just as much for Steve's benefit as it was for hers.]
I've scouted a few familiar faces, but far more unfamiliar ones than familiar. I don't know if that's good news or bad news just yet. They've been forthcoming with the hospitality, but that just makes me more nervous.
[So did seeing what they could do to a Super Soldier, but that didn't need to go mentioned. She'd just keep an eye on him and hope if anything went south, she would be close enough to help.]
You haven't been here long either, I'm guessing.
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Vision of a World.
Of course, he'd been leaning on the counter with his hair in his face, so it's not entirely shocking that Steve wouldn't recognize him at first between the hair and the muscles. ]
You're late.
[ And of course Bucky is smiling, because stronger than any of those other passing thoughts is relief. Steve is here. Some version of him. Bucky doesn't care what version it is. Even the scrawny guy who hadn't known him at all had still been undeniably Steve, so whether this is his Steve or some other universe's, Bucky's happy to see him. ]
And you look like shit.
[ He pushes his coffee in front of Steve. He'll take the one the waitress brings in a moment. ]
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[ He wasn't aware he was supposed to be here, but that's good, because that means that Bucky's been here waiting for him. It also means that Bucky has information for him, or at least some semblance of catching up to bestow on Steve. That at least reassures him that he's making progress, the only thing he can hope for right now. ]
I feel like shit.
[ He admits this freely in Bucky's company, under his breath right before the waitress returns with the second coffee. But he's keeping the one Buck's offered, now guiltlessly seeming to drown himself in it. Sorry pal, he's got general exhaustion setting in from several chronic illnesses. ]
Lets eat and then get out of here so you can give me a rundown.
[ And then maybe after they get out of here, Steve can either return to his newer body or he can take a long nap, because he's going to need one. ]
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[ Not that Bucky's really upset, but he kicks Steve's ankle gentle anyway. He's just missed Steve. A lot. More than he wants to admit and he's so thankful that Steve seems to recognize him and he's not freaking out over Bucky's arm, so he'll figure out the timeline later. What matters is that it's Steve.
He takes the new coffee, adds creamer to it and then blows on it carefully. ]
So we might be dreaming or we might be in some alternate void where time doesn't line up right with our world. You should probably ask Bruce if you want a scientific explanation. That's really all I've got.
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The guy looks a little anxious about getting answers, and boy if he can't help but sympathize there, because he'd woken up with his own series of bold and annoyingly repeated questions to anyone within earshot.]
Maine. Kinda.
[The two words are almost synonymous with 'I'm super sorry', just in tone alone.]
... Alright, uh — this is gonna sound crazy, but... did you happen to see a basket in the place you woke up in? Pretty easy to miss if you're doing the totally logical thing of running for your life out of a stranger's house you had no memory walking into.
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Yeah. Yeah, I think I probably missed the basket.
[ Actually, he's not really entirely sure that he remembers which house he ran out of, but he's pretty sure it's the one with the door that's open wide.
Not that it matters, because he thinks he'd rather hear it from this... also oddly familiar-looking guy than read it off of a slip of paper; he shifts his weight uncomfortably and cards a hand through his hair to gather his thoughts. ]
What's your name?
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[Before you start vanishing and whatnot. Well, now that he's sure the guy isn't going to lose his cool or anything, he extends a hand for a friendly shake.]
Introductions, right. That's probably something we should do, before we awkwardly ask each other way after. The name's Peter — Mr. Parker to the students, but you don't look much like a high-schooler.
[He grins a little at that.]
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Holy shit.]
Deerington. We’re in Deerington.
[And he’s Captain America. Okay, act natural Skye. It’s not that big of a deal.
It’s a big deal.]It’s in Maine, well, a version of Maine.
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Could you tell me what's different about this version of Maine than yours?
[ And ostensibly his? He doesn't want to assume. ]
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[The fact that he’s asking these questions has her guessing...]
You didn’t leave the letter left for you yet, did you? Not that it doesn’t just raise even more questions, but it’s an important one to read.
Sorry, I’m Skye.
[While he’s probably overwhelmed, she should probably introduce herself. Does Bucky know Steve is here? She can’t imagine he does yet, otherwise he would be here.]
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Do I have to? Can I have my coffee first?
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Alright Sam, I think I can wait five minutes.
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Okay, I'm marginally more awake. Hit me.
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wildcard + vision
Rubi-!
[Bruce doesn't recognise the slim, short man at first, more focused on getting his dog to please stop bothering the poor guy.]
I'm so sorry, she's not usually like this, Rubi-!
[The dog sits obediently in front of Steve, wagging her tail still as she waits for Bruce to catch up. The man sighs, putting his hand on her head before glancing up at Steve.]
I'm really sorry about thi- [Stopping. Eyes. Widening.]
... Cap?
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Hey Banner.
Buck told me I needed to talk to you about this place.
--Did you both get dogs?
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And Rubi likes him, obviously, happily rolling over onto her back to offer up her belly for more rubbings.]
Yeah. There were a bunch of overly helpful sled dogs in town around Christmastime, and Rubi here decided to stick around and keep an eye on me.
[Then, carefully:] Are you okay?
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