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JULY 2019 TEST DRIVE MEME




JULY 2019 TEST DRIVE MEME









Welcome to July's Test Drive Meme! This month's Test Drive's theme is: DREAM 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: Violence, Freddie Kreuger references, fire, forced sleep with some drug-like references, stabbing, nightmares, monsters, possibility for extreme alcohol consumption, and lobster festivals
Don't forget to tag content whenever necessary. Have fun!











WHEN THE BOAT COMES IN


It’s July and July in Maine means lobster! The Lobster Festival springs up seemingly overnight down near Koji Pond. In the morning, there’s a large parade that makes its way through town, starting from the top of East Main Street and all the way down through West Main St until they hit the festival. There are tents, a few rides, games, arts and crafts, and most importantly, food pretty much everywhere behind the hotel and you can help yourself to free ice cream at the ice cream shop! Lobster ice cream and Blueberry ice cream are pushed to the forefront, but you can get just about any flavor you could possibly dream of in the long run.

You can hear live music playing and a stage has been set up on the roof of the arcade. Live bands play everything from folk music to jazz to classic rock that you may or may not have heard in your lifetime. There’s a tent where local artists (including sleepers) are selling art, a craft tent where people are selling goods they’ve made such as pottery and homemade fudge, and a Do It Yourself tent where people are teaching you how to make your own buoy decoration for your front yard or how to weave your own baskets!

A seafood cooking contest is held for anyone who may want to show off their culinary skills. Any kind of seafood dishes are allowed, but they highly encourage showing your abilities to cook with lobster! Think you can beat the longstanding champions from Deerington? It’s pretty unlikely, especially since it looks like the townspeople keep trying to sabotage your meal as you’re making it. Did you mean to put in an entire half cup of salt to your stew? Oops. Guess you better figure out how to work with it anyway.

Across Koji Pond, there are floating crates set up for the great crate race! See if you can make it across the lake fastest – challenge a friend! These lobster crates wobble pretty heavily, but each runner is given a life vest for when they might inevitably fall in. Be careful if you do! Some of those strange looking fish in there definitely bite.

Each morning at the festival there will be an all you can eat blueberry pancake breakfast. Surprisingly, nothing drastic seems to happen, so have as many pancakes as your body can hold! They’re delicious, after all. Through the rest of the day, it’s easy to get your hands on lobster rolls of varying sizes, full steamed lobster meals (with corn on the cob and a buttered dinner roll), lobster salad, steamed mussels, scallops, haddock (baked or fried), fried clams, lobster stuffed risotto balls, blueberry cobbler, and strawberry shortcake are all available at any of the food stands. All the food seems perfectly safe. But you’re gonna need something to wash it down with…

The drink stand has a great deal to offer, but every drink seems to come with a particularly strange side effect to it. People who enjoy the hand crafted beers will find that it gets them drunk twice as fast and can even make people who would normally never drink completely wasted after just a glass or two. Every glass you have makes you thirstier than the last and it can be easy to want to reach for another beer to try and get yourself together. In fact, it’s particularly hard to reach for anything else. Urges to drink the beer will last for at least one full hour or can be cut short by being responsible and going to drink some water instead.

So maybe beer isn’t your thing; that’s okay! There’s also blueberry lemonade which will turn you the color of blueberries from head to toe! Fresh iced tea will make you feel particularly sarcastic, prone to mocking even your closest friends and gossiping with complete strangers about the things you may or may not have heard about the town. Got a juicy secret you were trying to keep for someone? Well, it’s out in the open now. Cream sodas will make you extremely cuddly, wanting to cozy up next to the closest person to you for a little while. The more you drink, the more touchy-feely you may get, so maybe try and stick to just one or two unless you’re looking for some afternoon delight. Hot tea will make you feel calm and relaxed to an extent you never have before. To the point where you might even want to just go lay down on one of the docks and take a quick catnap in the middle of the afternoon sun. Hopefully you wore sunscreen.

Effects from any drink will last for one to three hours or until you have some strawberry shortcake from one of the food vendors.


BLUEBERRIES FOR SAL


So maybe the lobster festival isn’t your thing or you got tired of all the crowds and wanted to go and do something else fun. Strangely enough, some of the fields out near the farmhouses apparently have a bunch of blueberry bushes that no one’s ever noticed before! They’re in full bloom and the berries look ripe for the picking. Perfectly round, juicy, warm from the sun – you could eat a whole handful of these and maybe never feel more satisfied. They’re deliciously sweet, perfect for pies and cobblers. And a whole basket seems to be reasonably priced, so why not go out and pick as many as you can!

The longer you’re out in the fields, the more you’ll start to feel a little groggy. It’s easy to shake off as just being from the sun at first and you might think about heading back, but something in you wants to keep picking. So you trudge in deeper into the fields, and that sleepy feeling becomes more and more difficult to ignore. Eventually, you might find that you’re ready to just lay down and take a nap in the shade of a particularly large blueberry bush. It seems like a good a spot as any – the ground is nice and soft. Just curl up for a little while and close your eyes. Even people who are normally not prone to sleeping will find that they are compelled and even capable of taking a quick nap in these fields.

Any dreams you may have while sleeping will feel more vivid than normal – to the point where it’s hard to tell what’s real and what’s not. Did you actually manage to find your way out of Deerington and back home? You can pinch yourself, but you won’t wake up, and it’ll hurt like a bitch, so it’s hard to be sure. Dreams seem to mostly be pleasant ones, but the occasional nightmare might find its way in to your otherwise restful sleep. Anyone who stumbles on you asleep in the fields might even hear you talking in your sleep, rambling out conversations and feelings you might normally have kept quiet. Got feelings for someone you were trying to bury? They might just hear you mutter them out loud if they’ve found you there in the dirt. Wanted to make sure no one in Deerington found out you had no home to go back to? That sucks, it sounds like you might have just spilled the beans without even knowing.

The real question is if the person who finds you will wake you up or just keep listening to find out more of your secrets without having to pry for them.


NINE, TEN, NEVER SLEEP AGAIN



It’s not just in the blueberry fields that sleepiness seems to be catching. Throughout Deerington, people seem to be having a harder and harder time staying awake for long stretches. The desire for a quick nap or even a long snooze becomes harder to fight as each day passes and you might find yourself nodding off in places you normally wouldn’t – behind the wheel of a car, in the middle of a store, at work… Hopefully no one gets too hurt or loses a job during these strange episodes.

Only unlike in the fields, when you do give in to sleep, the dreams you have are now far from pleasant. Nightmares are running amok in your mind, but that vivid realism? That inability to tell when you’re awake or asleep? That has definitely not changed. You might not have even realized you’ve fallen asleep at all – most of the scenery around you seems to be Deerington itself, but something just seems off. You don’t have time to think about it though because it’s then that things start to get scary. Whether it’s reliving your most traumatic experiences, running in to your worst enemies, or seeing monster of your own creation popping up and chasing you, danger and fear are permeating every corner of these dreams. Horror movie fans might find they’re being chased by Freddie Kreuger, hunted down by Jason, cornered by the aliens from Alien. Or maybe there are terrifying monsters from your own world that have started to come for you and are trying to tear you limb from limb. It feels impossible to outrun, and maybe in the end, you don’t. But if you die in your dreams, you don’t really die in real life, right? So you might just snap awake with a particularly frightening jolt.

You think when you wake up that everything is fine. That sense of fear is gone and you’re able to just breathe. But as you go about your day, you start to see images from your nightmares out of the corner of your eyes. Was that Freddie’s claws scratching against the blackboard? Did you just hear the strange clicking of alien feet against the tiles? You hope it’s in your imagination, but this is Deerington. When does anything ever stay normal?

The danger from your nightmares is definitely invading your personal space and it will try to kill you. Anyone else can see these images just as plain as day as you can and they are welcome to either sit and watch or help you fight. Whatever is trying to kill you will go down in the same manner it would have back home – that means that it could be as easy as a bullet between the eyes or it could be as complex as an intense ritual. Guess you’ll have to figure it out for yourself before it really does kill you.



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.
vajratna: (The Ring passed out of all knowledge)

[personal profile] vajratna 2019-06-30 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
Don't worry, they're still the same.

For now, anyway.
rage_on: (...)

[personal profile] rage_on 2019-06-30 01:02 am (UTC)(link)

rage_on: (Eesh)

[personal profile] rage_on 2019-06-30 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
...is it sad that what you just said sounds almost like stuff I've gone through back home?

...'cept for maybe the ghosts thing.
vajratna: (He longed to shut out the immensity)

[personal profile] vajratna 2019-06-30 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ aru mulls it over. ]

Uh, sure. Not sure what I could tell him though.
laminae: (don't call me that)

[personal profile] laminae 2019-06-30 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
[Fern is visibly skeptical. There's being from a normal human town, then there's what he's used to - Ooo craziness - and then there's Deerington.]

Dude, if you're used to this level of horrible then congratulations, this'll be a vacation for you.
rage_on: (Uuh)

[personal profile] rage_on 2019-06-30 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
I'll be happy if there's something to beat up on occasion. But I see your point. Probably shouldn't brush this place off as "normal."
Edited 2019-06-30 04:07 (UTC)
bigbadrose: (if you really want to)

[personal profile] bigbadrose 2019-06-30 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
Nah, he'd just figure it out for me. Even if I dumb it down afterwards to baby talk, it's always worth it for the look on his face.

Just tell him I said he's good at timey-wimey things, and watch you'll see what I mean.
swill: poppyapples.dw (ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʜᴏᴍᴇ)

rose no

[personal profile] swill 2019-06-30 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh sweet baby Jesus. Don't do it, sweetheart. Don't enable him.

She's not just from across the pond, she's... y'know. English? Sure. He nods, to let her know he's still listening. In fact, he's dangerously quiet (or at least the kind of quiet she'll eventually learn to take as 'dangerous' when in regards to Pierce). He knows she's leading him away from the hustle and bustle of the main street fest, okay, and he's fairly certain there's a bench up ahead so he can pretty much two and two together.]
Crabapple Cove. Crabapple Cove, Maine, is the best thing put on this Earth. Other than lobster, even better than the buttered kind. The, uh. The honeysuckle should be bloomin' still and there's blueberries-- bluer berries than here. My dad- who's waiting for me, I should add-- anyway, it's such a small town, y'know, but the kids've got their summer watering hole and there's. Well, the fishing's good. We've got the St. Croix near enough t'the north, but the lobstering happens in the Bay, y'know? And right now- it's summer [--] and you've got the sea breeze, so it's never too hot. It's just always the right amount of hot. It's not. You can taste it. But it's not... a bad taste.

[Is he going to lower his sorry ass down to that bench? You bet. Is it going to be a delicate endeavor of lanky limbs and poor gross motor control? Naturally.] Right? It's like, it's like... a cloud, like you're breathing in a cloud but it's fluffy and fresh and good.

We have the perfect... market. It's not-- look, I know what you're thinking, but it's really not like that. It's not like what the movies show you where it's all just dead fish flayed out with beady eyes staring straight into your soul as you meander down the streets. It's a nice place and the market's up every Thursday through Saturday and there's these big fans blowing and there's lot of iced waters and tea and cream soda. Everyone likes to dress up all dandy. It's a big deal! It's uh. [He closes his eyes, rubs the bridge of his nose a little because get it together, man.] Don't. Don't go to restaurants for good fish, just find a good market.
ethicalproblems: (smile δ on the telephone)

[personal profile] ethicalproblems 2019-06-30 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
And suddenly, the future looks bright.

[ Well, a future. ]
vajratna: (Under the sky)

[personal profile] vajratna 2019-06-30 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ she grins. ]

It's not that bad.
vajratna: (The brave things in the old tales)

[personal profile] vajratna 2019-06-30 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ aru still seems skeptical. but hey, doctors are smart? ]

Timey-wimey?
ethicalproblems: (smile δ i can show you how to)

[personal profile] ethicalproblems 2019-06-30 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ Any future is a marked improvement over what nearly came to pass. And what's yet to come. ]

Anything else I should know? Flying cars? Surprise comebacks?
bigbadrose: (Trolololol!)

Rose yes!

[personal profile] bigbadrose 2019-06-30 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Funny thing about that dangerous silence thing, that's the same warning she has for the Doctor...]

[But she completely beams as he gushes about home. Home is absolutely where the heart is, and Hawkeye is living proof of this.]


Bluer than here? [A tongue-touched grin, she's amused, not doubting him. Definitely amused though. Even for all her Union flag (only a Union Jack at sea) pride, she can't imagine being that attached to London, she couldn't wait to run away from it... every time she was there, even in another universe.]

Honeysuckle... [She can almost smell it, she wants to smell it!] Awww, you miss your Dad? [A friendly nudge with her shoulders to his.]

[She nods along too, and agrees:]
Right, yeah.

[And she giggles as he says the market isn't like the movies, and closes her eyes and lets his words paint a picture.] Wow.

[Aw!!! He misses it so much!! She lets down her guard enough to set the bottle at her feet and give him half a hug.] Okay, but if I burn anything down tryin' ta make my own chips, I'm blamin' you.

[All the teasing and though she lets go of the half-hug, she leans her shoulders next to him.] I'm almos' jealous! I've never really had a home like that. Spent my whole childhood on the Powell Estates of London, and I ran away first chance I got. Then every single chance after. Even all my favorite places there are just the ones I ran away to, yeah? The local park, the roofs, basements long forgotten. And instead of bein' better than the movies, [Face crinkle.] It's way worse. Boring, but loud. Crowded but lonely. Dirty but posh. [Head shake.] Home is where the heart is, yeah? My Mum loves it though. She'd never wanna be anywhere else. And she knows the whole Estate building. All two dozen floors. She just recently remarried though, got all rich now, and it drives me mad. [A small laugh.] She's still the way my Mum always was, but there's press and my Dad's place is so big and empty.

[Another gentle shoulder nudge.] They call this New England, but it's a lot more picturesque than my London, that's for sure. But -- [Holds a conspiratorial finger over her lips.] Don't tell anyone, I don't wanna blaspheme against the Queen. [Joking, of course, and winks to show it.]

I think the cream sodas are here are absolutely my favorite new drink. Even more than tea. Again, don't tell on me, [A giggle.] my Mum would have a fit. Dad might add a line to Vitex though. He should. It's all fruits flavors right now. Tastes like cough syrup without the alcohol.
Edited 2019-06-30 01:50 (UTC)
bigbadrose: (Trolololol!)

[personal profile] bigbadrose 2019-06-30 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
Timey wimey, sciencey-wiencey.

He hates it. Well, maybe you shouldn't use it, but it's the funniest expression. Like I just drooled all over myself.

[Rose is a terror.]
vajratna: (All's well that ends better)

[personal profile] vajratna 2019-06-30 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ aru shakes her head, amused. ]

Sorry, no flying cars yet, though we have drones.

Not sure about surprising comebacks though.
vajratna: (Home is behind the world ahead)

[personal profile] vajratna 2019-06-30 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
Those don't sound like real words. No wonder he hates it.
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does that account for girth of tongue

[personal profile] swill 2019-06-30 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
[Her look will be met with the utmost obliviousness. He's well practiced. Never mind that he could pass for a native of this town, right down to the right-parted hairstyle (haphazard though it was) and the day clothes, he'd never quite been straight enough to dislike Jazz and the ilk it had spawned. It was almost as if the Deerington folk could smell it on him, and that's enough to give him the heebie jeebies. So instead he mourns the cup of frozen, buttered lobster.] Shows how much you know.

[One step above of sticking his tongue out at his personal walking cane; hmm. Should tone that down.

He sighs, long-suffering (and it can't be pleasant when his one goal in life is to drink his liver into submission).]
Maine coast lobster is a wonder of this world. There's been-- wars fought over its splendor.

Our salmon's pretty good, too. Brook trout. Rainbow trout. Brown trout. Lake trout. Perch. Mackerel. Bluefish. [...he's floundering.] I'm floundering. [He blinks back resolve, and moves to remove himself from his present company. You're welcome.] I'm Hawkeye. And you are?
bigbadrose: (Did you know you're my favorite?)

[personal profile] bigbadrose 2019-06-30 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
They're not, but he's an expert in jiggery-pokery.

He hates my attempt at a Scottish accent more. His ship, the TARDIS naturally translates alien languages, but only through his psychic connection to her, so even though he has accents sometimes, no one else is allowed to.
vajratna: (And if you don't keep your feet)

[personal profile] vajratna 2019-06-30 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ still doesn't sound like a real word!! ]

Okay, I think you're starting to lose me. He's psychic but he can't handle accents?
ethicalproblems: (what δ i'll give it away)

[personal profile] ethicalproblems 2019-06-30 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ He winces. ]

On second thought, wrong question for a teenager. You probably have no idea who's who from... anytime before the twenty-first century.

... And now I feel ancient.
Edited 2019-06-30 02:16 (UTC)
tagartist: (288)

it's an average, so we'll +/- 100 licks. also cw for mild drug use.

[personal profile] tagartist 2019-06-30 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ She could drop him - should drop him, honestly, because she's pretty sure that it would have made her life infinitely easier in the long run, but for some reason, she's feeling nice(ish) and she doesn't know how many strangers put up with supporting her weight at Steve's party so maybe this is like some kind of fucking karma for being too much of a (barely) functioning alcoholic herself.

But she is definitely shifting enough to dig into her pocket, pulling out one of the homemade candies, the kind that make this sort of shit just a little easier with the most pleasant of highs - it's pot. She's having a pot candy. It's dissolving under her tongue as he speaks. About... fish. ]


Yeah. Despite being so inland we're almost in fucking Canada, no one shuts up about how great the seafood is. Is it a cult thing? Are you required to be like this to keep your state residency? [ She's pretty sure they are. It's the only thing that makes sense.

She's gonna casually try to reach for his beer while he moves to remove himself from her. ]
Chloe.
vajratna: (The Ring passed out of all knowledge)

[personal profile] vajratna 2019-06-30 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ aru smirks. ]

That's what you get for being old.
bigbadrose: (back to back with the Doctor)

[personal profile] bigbadrose 2019-06-30 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
No, fake accents. Because he has to translate the words into his home alien language, then back into the right language, and fake accents throws him.

Like my real French is abysmal, but when he's around with his ship, to anyone who speaks French naturally, I sound native French. And to me, they sound native British. Once you add in fake accents, it's like psychic static, I think. He won't admit that's why. He acts like he's just offended, but I've seen how the others react, so yeah. Pretty sure.
ethicalproblems: (smile δ i can do anything that I want)

[personal profile] ethicalproblems 2019-06-30 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
Age is but a state of mind.

[ Said with a shrug. ]
hearthedrums: Hollow Art (dangerous.)

The Master (Simm) | Doctor Who

[personal profile] hearthedrums 2019-06-30 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
lobster!

[Oh, it's dreadfully nice not to be recognized here, to be able to move through the crowds with relative ease. On a day like this, all the latex of a disguise would chafe. It's better to wear his real face, the Master thinks, make these new people who know nothing of what he can do begin the slow process of learning to trust him, to love him, to fear him. There's so much promise.

The first step is to be congenial. Everyone loves congenial. So he stops at your little booth with your stupid human food and grins.]


Let's have it! [He declares it with cheerful gusto.]

blueberries.
[By all accounts, the effects of the field shouldn't have gotten to him, or at least that's what the Master thinks as he sinks under them into the depths of sleep. But oh, the dreams are pleasant. In his waking hours the memories the dreams are twisting now are knives in his gut, time spent breathless in his father's fields with him right next to him, feeling perfectly complete.

He repeats his name. Not the name that he was given at birth, but the name shared between them, the name he wrote in every note in Prydonian, their secret. That's who the Doctor is. His.]


nightmares.
[The Master has always dreamed vividly. He has dreamed of blood for centuries, no matter how many times the Doctor has tried to change where his roots now stretch. He dreams of crushing armies under his heel, of battlefields littered with bodies, with him as unquestioned victor.

This is different. Ever since his arrival, he's hunted. He wants to bristle, to declare his name and his ultimate victory over any fear, but this cuts to the core of him. It's there, something he can't name, something that wants him cut to ribbons. It approaches.]


No. [It approaches. He flees behind a house. He needs cover. He's alone, unarmed, and he will not die like an animal. He begins to rage, before he hears footsteps, and he whirls around.]

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